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One of the side effects of going through senior year three times is that Eddie’s friends just kept getting younger.

The guys he’d started Hellfire with on his first go around and fucked off the face of the earth after they graduated, not that Eddie minded. He always had a knack for drawing the fickle towards him. Close friendships that burned out as quickly as they started.

Jeff was in the year below him and seemed to be the only one who actually shared his interest in D&D. The other guys were always there for a good time, happy to drink and get high during meetings rather than play. Eddie didn’t push back because back then it was just him and Jeff who cared. The two of them facing off against three other guys who couldn’t give less of a shit about the game.

His second time as a senior, Jeff recruited Gareth from the year below them. Young, fresh faced, and so fucking eager to actually play. A few guys came and went, but Hellfire finally had a strong core. Enough people who actually wanted to play that their meetings went back to their original purpose.

Jeff was held back and repeated his senior year with Eddie his third time round, Gareth joining them in their seniority.

Gareth had spotted the kids first, brought his attention to the quintet of outcasts. As soon as Eddie cast his eyes on Dustin Henderson’s dorky t-shirt, he knew he had to recruit them.

Hellfire Club was restored to its former glory, no longer a space for drinking, now rather a place where he could let his creativity loose. A safe haven that he governed. A little sect of high school that he thrived in. 

While he now considers Gareth as his best friend, he’s always painfully aware of how much younger he is. Sheltered and still wet behind the ears, only kissed two girls and never seen a pair of tits in person.

He should’ve known that it would be interesting living with him.

They get along like a match in a hayfield; similar interests and a similar sense of humour. Living together is great. Easy. Fun.

There’s just one teeny tiny point of friction.

Steve.

Gareth is inexperienced, but open minded in the way Eddie was before he bit the bullet and went out to explore himself

He knows Gareth identifies as straight, but the borders of his sexuality are dotted rather than solid. Gareth likes girls, but he’s not opposed to checking out a handsome guy when they’re out on a late-night grocery run.

In hindsight, Eddie should’ve known he was playing with fire. Throwing Gareth right into the deep end and making his first real sexual experience the time he watched Steve get railed in the back of his van.

Gareth’s mostly straight, but shortly after they moved in and Steve started coming over, he noticed the shift in his behaviour. How he went from the Gareth he knew in school to a flustered, sputtering mess.

Blushing pink whenever Steve so much as looked at him, tripped over his words when Steve asked him about his classes. Dropped a mug of hot coffee and scalded himself before getting a shard of porcelain in his foot when Steve had stumbled out of Eddie’s bedroom one morning, covered in bite marks and beautiful bruises, underwear low on his hips and doing little to hide how hard his was from Eddie not letting him cum.

Eddie feels bad, almost. Because it was all his fault.

He gave Gareth the opportunity to marvel at his boy, and the experience left him with an adorable little crush.

Steve hasn’t noticed yet, amazingly. He’s actually starting to make it worse, Eddie thinks.

Steve is loving and tactile, always happiest when someone’s got hands on him. Loves to touch and be touched.

And now that he’s been spending so much time hanging in their flat, started getting closer to Gareth, he’s started giving him more of his casual little touches.

It’s ridiculously amusing. Steve will do something small like rest his hand on Gareth’s arm as he squeezes past him in the tiny kitchen, or he’ll lean in and brush Gareth’s hair from his face mid-conversation. Small touches that Eddie’s seen him do with everyone, from Robin to Mike Wheeler.

His boy is just so full of love for the people around him that he can’t help himself from touching. From making sure that they’re real.

Eddie can’t even feel jealous. Feels strangely satisfied when he watches Gareth’s eyes blow wide when Steve tucks his cold feet under Gareth’s thigh while they’re on the couch because he understands. He knows how good it feels to be touched by Steve Harrington, no matter how insignificant the touch may be.

Gareth’s sweet and inexperienced and Eddie’s sure that he would’ve developed a crush no matter what. It would be hard not to fall a little bit in love with Steve Harrington when he’s constantly in their flat, failing to muffle his pretty moans and begging Eddie for absolute filth that Gareth must be able to hear through the paperthin walls. He can’t imagine that if he were in Gareth’s place, he could survive it.

Especially not when Steve gets sweet and spacey, something that they’ve started bringing out of the bedroom after Gareth said he wouldn’t mind it.

Gareth looks so out of his depth when he interacts with Steve like that. Eddie’s pulled him aside twice now to ask if he wants to rescind his acceptance. If he’d prefer for Steve and Eddie not to play around him. But each time he’s just gone bright red and assured Eddie that it’s fine, he doesn’t mind. Just happy that they’re happy.

He’s noticed how Gareth freezes whenever Eddie leans in and calls Steve good boy, seems to stop breathing when Steve gets smiley and happy. There have been a few times when Steve got too deep and had forgotten to use his inside voice before he announced his sudden need to blow Eddie and he’d seen Gareth’s eyes blow wide as Eddie stood up and led his boy back to his bedroom, so that he could give him what he wanted.

But he can’t help feeling like he gave Gareth’s crush the brutal kickstart that probably did more harm than good.

The first real time he notices is maybe three weeks into the semester.

Someone from his course had invited him to a house party, which of course meant that he, Steve, Robin, and Gareth were all going.

Four drinks in him and Gareth is loud and flushed. Friendly and confident and speaking to strangers without a hint of nerves. After five, he’s declaring he’s made some new friends for life.

After six drinks, he’s found his way back to Eddie. After seven, he’s found his way to Steve.

Steve is also tipsy and giggling, so he doesn’t question it when Gareth velcros himself to his side. Wraps his arm around his waist and squeezes. Rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. Right on top of Eddie’s hand.

Neither boy acts as if it’s out of the ordinary, but Eddie can’t help watching Gareth. Drunk actions versus sober thoughts and all that

From the perspective of an outsider, it looks like Drunk Gareth wants to fuck Eddie’s boyfriend. From the perspective of an insider too, when he thinks about it

He spends the rest of the night watching from the corner of his eye. Stops drinking because he’s more absorbed in whatever is happening next to him.

He wrangles everyone home at the end of the night. Tucks Robin in on the sofa, Gareth into his own bed, and by the time he gets back to his own room, Steve is passed out and starfished on his comforter.

He takes a bit longer to fall asleep, kept up by the drunken shine in Gareth’s eyes whenever he had looked at Steve.

-

Eddie pulls Steve’s legs over his lap, making sure that his toes bump against Gareth’s thigh. Gareth pulls Steve’s feet into his lap absently, like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

The movie they’re watching is pulpy and over the top, but Steve still flinches at the obvious jump scares. Eddie squeezes his knee each time he does, his own attempt at soothing him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Gareth start to give him a foot massage. His own way of calming Steve when he gets a fright.

He doesn’t think anything of it at first. Steve is touchy and has desensitised Gareth to the point that he gives physical affection easily, so a foot massage isn’t out of the ordinary.

Usually, he wouldn’t blink an eye.

But now, given his theory re: Gareth’s crush, he feels like his attention has been completely ripped away from the movie. Watching as his friend pleases his boyfriend. Makes him moan softly when he digs his thumb into the arch of Steve’s socked foot.

It seems to do a good job at calming him; Steve’s absolutely melted into the sofa. Letting out little sighs, eyes fluttering closed when Gareth hits a good spot.

It’s ridiculously hot, somehow. Eddie’s possessive, but there’s a strange spark of fire he gets when he sees Steve and Gareth interact.

He should hate it. Hate having someone else be the reason that Steve sighs softly, but he just feels a thrum of arousal.

And the most bizarre part is that neither boy seems to fucking notice. Gareth massages Steve like he’s not even aware he’s doing it, and Steve is now so used to getting physical affection that he doesn’t blink. Just takes it. Happy to be fondled.

The two of them, completely clueless. While Eddie is slowly but surely getting hard in his sweatpants.

Gareth gets up halfway through the movie to get more beers, and Eddie takes the opportunity to haul Steve into his lap.

“Jesus,” Steve laughs, but doesn’t fight against him. Doesn’t question it when Eddie pulls him back. Makes it so that Steve has to feel him against his ass, half-hard.

Steve twists at the waist to look back at him, but all he does is raise an eyebrow. A smirk on his pouty lips before his attention returns to Gareth upon his return. Gareth doesn’t even blink at him having Steve on his lap.

Gareth passes them a can each before he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch. Shakes it out and drapes it over his lap, then holds out the edge for Steve to pull it across him and Eddie.

It almost feels like Gareth is encouraging him.

Steve wriggles about in his lap to get settled, turning sideways so that he no longer has Eddie pressed against his ass, instead now against the meat of his outer thigh. He rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie turns to kiss his forehead before he opens his beer and has a sip.

He gives Steve a few minutes to settle before he starts to stroke his hand up the line of his spine, then back down. Pets at him slowly and savours Steve’s happy little exhale.

He waits another minute before he dips under his shirt, starting to stroke along bare skin. Steve squirms a bit more, pressing his thigh against Eddie with more purpose.

This could be enough. It already feels dangerous. Sitting on the sofa next to Gareth, Steve in lap. Now fully hard from the weight of his boy in his lap. But he wants more. Always wants more when it comes to Steve.

He teases at the waistband of Steve’s pyjama pants, sneaking under to pluck at the elastic of his briefs.

Steve startles when Eddie lets it snap against his skin and Gareth looks over. Eddie gives him an innocent smile.

Gareth instantly looks back at the screen, doesn’t question them anymore. Not after the van.

Eddie lets his hand rest there, fingers tucked under. Doesn’t do anything more yet. Lulls Steve into a false sense of security so that he relaxes back against his chest. Eyes on the screen and hair tickling at Eddie’s neck.

Eddie waits until there’s another big scare before he slides his hand lower. Steve doesn’t react at first, probably assumes that Eddie’s just getting a good feel of him.

Only reacts when Eddie brings his other hand to rest in his lap. Fitting his palm over his soft cock and squeezing.

Steve turns to look at him again, both eyebrows raised this time. But he looks more amused than anything else.

Eddie grins at him and just keeps his hand there as he leans forward to press a kiss to Steve’s cheek. Ducks his chin so that he can kiss his neck.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

And then Eddie’s being hit with a pillow.

“Hey, keep it in your pants, you animals,” Gareth chastises. Gives them both a look of warning.

Steve manages to look sheepish, but Eddie can’t manage anything other than a sly grin. He keeps his hand in Steve’s lap but doesn’t do anything more. Not until there’s another jump scare.

Then Eddie waits until Steve flinches from fright to squeeze him again. He can’t stop thinking about his soft little moans while Gareth had his feet in his lap. Can’t focus on the film at all, can only think about getting his boy back to bed. Fucking him nice and slow so that he stays soft and breathless. Nice and quiet.

He waits until another scare flashes across screen, waits for the moment that Gareth jumps, before he slips his hand under waistband. One hand on his ass, the other now resting low on his belly. Fingers carding through the thicket of hair at the base of his cock

Steve doesn’t try to bat his hand away, but rather tilts his hips forward. Blood rushing south. As into this as Eddie is. He and Steve really are made for each other.

He chances a look at Gareth to check that he’s still absorbed by the movie before he curls his fingers around Steve

Steve gasps softly, leaning away from Eddie’s chest so that he can look at him properly. He licks across his lower lip and his eyebrows draw together. Conflicted.

Eddie can tell Steve is into it, but that he feels nervous. Especially once Eddie gives him a slow stroke.

“Watch the movie,” Eddie whispers, glancing over at Gareth. Steve follows his eye-line and nods. Leans back against Eddie’s chest and bites down into his plush lower lip.

Eddie strokes him gently, touch light as he feels Steve’s cock harden in his hand. Savours the way that he squirms in his lap. The way his chest rises and falls faster.

Eddie thumbs over his tip, right over his slit. Where Steve is nice and sensitive. Steve’s leg twitches against Eddie’s cock and Eddie squeezes him tighter. Lets out a breathy chuckle when he feels Steve’s cock twitch. Getting his fingers wet with precum.

Gareth looks over. Jaw set. Grumpy.

“Sorry, baby’s scared,” Eddie laughs, nodding towards Steve. Gareth doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it drop. He’s seemingly learned that it’s better not to question or look to close by now.

Steve huffs, hips shifting forward. Eddie’s barely giving him anything, just a strong enough touch to tease him. Get him wet. Steve lets out a sharp exhale when Eddie teases at his slit again, presses down. Threatens to go further.

Gareth looks over and Eddie stills his hand, stares instead at the screen. Surely the fucking movie should be done by now.

He waits a full thirty seconds after Gareth’s looked away before he moves his hand again. Nothing but the tiniest movements so that it’s not visible through the blanket. Barely anything, just to get Steve riled up and frustrated.

The walking furnace that is Steve Harrington in his lap has him burning up under the fucking blanket. Leaning heavily against his chest as he chews on his lip and puts all his effort into staying still.

Fuck, he’s so good. So fucking gorgeous. Just perfect. Happy to let Eddie play with him whenever he wants. Willing to let Eddie touch him and make him feel good, barely a foot away from his roommate. Completely oblivious.

Gareth relaxes back in the couch after another scare and Eddie times the moment that he lets his other hand dip lower. Presses the tip of his middle finger against Steve’s rim.

He’s eternally grateful for their matched libidos on a normal day, but right now, it’s a godsend. It means that at any point in time, Steve is already lubed up and fucked open. Ready for Eddie to press two fingers in as his only warm-up before he fucks his boy. Wherever, whenever.

He feels Steve tense as he plays with him, his hunched shoulders straightening up so he can properly look down at Eddie. Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Steve nods. It’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pressing forward. Sinking his index finger in.

It takes everything in him not to moan at the feeling. The number of times they’ve done this is probably nearing the triple digits, but he will never get tired of it. How soft and warm Steve feels inside will be something he remembers until the moment he dies.

Eddie wants to talk to him. Wants to compliment him. Degrade him. Pour pure filth directly into him and get him so hot that he starts riding his fingers properly.

He doesn’t give him time to adjust before he presses a second finger in. Keeps them still, not trying for anything. Just wants his boy to be full because he knows how much he likes it.

He teases his thumb at the sweet sensitive spot just under Steve’s cockhead and feels him get ever wetter. Makes the glide of his hand nice and slick when Eddie catches it on his fingers and uses it to stroke Steve again.

He wants to keep teasing him with his tiny strokes, but enjoying it too much. Adores the way that Steve’s melting into him, and how he’s stopped caring about anything but Eddie’s two hands.

With just five minutes more, Eddie’s sure that he could have Steve straddling him right on the couch, Ignoring Gareth and riding Eddie until they’re both shaking.

Luckily, the credits start to roll, and before Eddie can do anything else, Steve is grabbing his hand and leading him straight to bed. Doesn’t look back and catch the look in Gareth’s eyes when he watches them go.

-

Eddie pats his pockets in search of his keys as he trudges up the stairs.

His lecturer made it through ten minutes of class before getting into a coughing fit so severe that he had to go out into the hall. After five minutes of wet hacking, he’d shuffled back in and dismissed everyone in the lecture hall.

If Steve had been normal and taken blow-off subjects like Eddie, they could’ve both gotten out early. Gone back to Steve’s and fucked like rabbits. He misses Steve’s mattress.

But he knows Steve’s schedule. Had known that there was no chance of luring him out of class. So instead, Eddie dragged his ass back to his own flat.

He lets himself in, doesn’t even question whether or not Gareth will be home. A mistake on his part.

As soon as he enters the flat, he hears it. Loud moans blasting out from the television. Moans he recognises from his personal collection.

His head snaps to where Gareth is sitting on the couch, pants down around his knees and cock out. Staring back at him in shock. The sounds of his Jocks&Cocks tape continuing to fill the air.

He raises an eyebrow. He knows that he should rush off into his room, but.

But Gareth’s face is bright red as he scrambles to cover himself. The throw cushion from his mom’s sofa held in his lap. Eddie grins.

“Oh,” he breathes. Drops his backpack down on the floor and kicks the door closed. If it were Steve, he’d make fun of him. Taunt him about going thorough Eddie’s collection and watching his porn like a desperate little slut.

Gareth’s chest heaves. He opens his mouth to explain but seemingly thinks better of it.

Eddie watches him closely as he approaches, waits to see if he’s going to freak out.

But Gareth just stays quiet. Knuckles white as he grips onto the pillow. Face absolutely scarlet. 

He looks over at the screen. “This is a good one, huh?”

Gareth gulps. Nods. “Y-yeah,” he breathes.

Eddie nods, spares a glance at the two men fucking onscreen.

“Well, don’t stop on my account, I’m just gonna go to my room.”

Gareth nods back. Head swivelling to watch Eddie cross through the flat and into his room.

Eddie presses his ear to the door to listen as Gareth turns the tape off. The sudden silence meaning that Eddie can hear his heavy breathing through the door.

He listens as Gareth rushes to his room and slams his door.

-

Eddie traces his thumb over the rounded Cupid’s bow of Steve’s pouty lips, resisting the temptation to dip in when Steve opens his mouth for him.

He’s so pretty, so soft and sleepy as he lingers in his sweet headspace.

He’s got his legs up against the wall, pillow tucked under his hips. Deep enough into his submission that he’s fully given over it and insists on lying still. Wants it to take

His tummy is smeared with his two loads of cum and Eddie wants to go get a towel, but he can’t yet. Needs to stay with his baby a bit longer so that he doesn’t feel abandoned

“Beautiful,” Eddie breathes, more to himself than to Steve.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Steve sighs

That aspect of their relationship is still new, but it feels so natural now that Eddie hardly notices it. It feels right. So horrifically sweet. Eddie feels like a struck match whenever Steve’s eyes go hazy, and he whines pathetically for Eddie to take care of him. For his Daddy.

Once Steve’s back up and blushing gorgeously like he always does when Eddie indulges him and lets him play around with his breeding fantasies, Eddie brings it up

He’s got Steve on top of him, hugging him to his chest because he’s not ready to stop feeling him yet, stroking down his back as Steve purrs happily in his ear

“Do you think he ever thinks about it?” Steve hums in question. “Gareth, I mean. Do you ever think about that time in the van?”

(Eddie knows he does. But Steve is so blissfully ignorant.)

Steve laughs into his neck, face growing hot. “Fuck, I hope not.”

Eddie slides his hand down his back to grab at his ass. Steve sighs happily when he squeezes, pulling him apart to pet at his leaking rim.

“I think he liked it,” Eddie says, resisting the temptation to press a finger in. Steve’s too fucked out to go again, even though Eddie wants nothing more than to pull him up his body and make him sit on his face. Lick his own cum out of his boy.

Steve reaches back to swat at his hand and laughs again. Lets Eddie’s words hang in the air as they drift off.

Seed planted.

-

Eddie can tell when Steve starts to pick up on it.

He planted the idea and is happy to sit back and watch when Steve starts noticing Gareth’s behaviour. Becomes aware of the way Gareth blushes and stutters and stills at the slightest touch, but refuses to be the first to pull away.

They’re in the cafeteria, chairs pulled up right next to each other. Eddie’s got his arm across his shoulders and his foot hooked with Steve’s, desperate to stake his claim. Steve’s been shining an apple on his t-shirt for longer than necessary and doesn’t look at Eddie when he speaks.

“Do you think that we make him uncomfortable?”

Eddie sets his fork down and turns to look at him. Can see the frown pinching at his brow, mouth sullen. “Who, baby?”

“Gareth. Do you think we make him uncomfortable?”

Eddie pushes his tray away and turns his body to face Steve. “Definitely not, sunshine. I spoke to him about it, and he said he really doesn’t mind.”

Steve nods to himself but keeps shining his apple. He’s so fucking gorgeous.

Steve stays quiet for longer, starts twisting at the stem of his apple. Eddie sees his mouth the alphabet to himself as he twists it off, forcefully snaps it when he reaches the letter E. Just as in love as Eddie.

“He’s been…weird,” Steve finally says. Sets his apple down on his tray without eating it. “He can’t even look at me sometimes.

Eddie laughs, throwing his head back. Steve glowers at him and tries to pull away but Eddie curls his fingers around his shoulder and holds him in place. Isn’t about to let him escape.

“I don’t think that’s because he’s uncomfortable, sunshine.”

Steve still looks cross as he waits for Eddie to explain. His boy is smart in the ways that matter, even if there are some things that just fly over his head. Eddie decides to be kind and spell it out for him

“I think he has a little crush on you.”

Steve laughs now, shakes his head as if the mere notion is ridiculous.

“Gareth’s straight, Ed.”

Eddie shrugs and squeezes his shoulder again. “So were you, sweet thing.”

That gives Steve pause, but then he shakes his head again. Must think that Eddie’s taking the piss to rile him up and get him embarrassed, so that he’ll skip is next class and go fuck in his van.

Eddie doesn’t push more, not yet. He doesn’t want to scare his boy off, would rather let him ruminate.

-

It’s a week later that Steve brings it back up.

They’d all gone out to a bar, the pair of them along with Gareth and Robin. They’re at Steve’s place after Robin got lucky and went home with a pretty girl that she tried to hustle at pool.

“I think you might be right,” Steve breathes into his ear. Thighs spread across his hips as he straddles him on the couch. Hard between his legs, body hot and sweaty. Tongue loose from all the rounds he insisted on buying for the table.

Eddie wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him in, grinds his hips up against his ass. He loves Robin, but it’s always nice to hang around at Steve’s place when she’s out. She does not have the same patience as Gareth and has threatened to spray them with water multiple times when they’ve gotten a bit too excited. As much as he loves getting to feel like they’re all just friends again, he’s addicted to Steve, and it’s torture having to keep his hands to himself.

“I’m always right,” Eddie laughs, kissing along his jaw. He doesn’t need to see his face to know Steve’s rolling his eyes. “But what am I right about this time?”

Steve grinds his hips down and moans weakly, getting caught up in the pleasure and forgetting to answer. Eddie squeezes him in warning. He’s been itching to get mean with his baby, and he’ll happily pull Steve across his lap and spank him silly if he doesn’t behave. Maybe even bend him over the back of the couch and use his belt until he starts crying. Steve always gives the best head once Eddie’s taken him to the point of tears. Gets so hungry for it that he makes himself choke as he drools down Eddie’s cock.

Steve still doesn’t answer, so Eddie gives his ass a warning smack. He moans.

“About Gareth,” he finally answers, “Did you notice how he was acting tonight?”

Eddie had noticed. Gareth was twitchy, even after Steve kept treating them and buying them all drinks. A pretty girl at the bar had approached them before Robin left, and Eddie felt a surge of pride that of the four of them, her sights were set on Gareth

She’d lured him away from the group, standing by the bar and flirting obviously. Eddie had to stop himself from applauding when she took Gareth by the hand and led him outside. Gareth was finally going to get his dick wet.

But then he’d reappeared ten minutes later. Tucked himself into the booth opposite from Eddie&Steve.

Robin had been called away by the siren song of her pretty girl and Eddie and Steve were alone, making out lazily. Enjoying the anonymity the bar provided.

They’d pulled apart with spit-slick mouths when Gareth sat down and handed them each a fresh beer.

“What happened?” Eddie asked, brow furrowing. Protective instincts flaring.

Gareth shrugged and took a sip of his beer. “She asked if I wanted to go back to hers, but I don’t know. Wasn’t feeling it, I guess.”

Eddie saw how hard Gareth was trying not to look at Steve as he mouthed at Eddie’s neck. Too horny and tipsy to help himself. He saw the flash of hunger. Felt a flash of hot possessiveness as well as a curl of pleasure.

He hums now in agreement as Steve starts kissing down his neck.

“Do you think that’s why he didn’t go off at fuck that girl, sunshine?

Steve groans, embarrassed by his phrasing. Embarrassed because Eddie’s making it sound like he’s full of himself. But he nods.

“He kept looking at me when he came back,” Steve offers as explanation.

Eddie sneaks his hands down the back of Steve’s jeans. “Can’t really blame the man, can you? Not when you’re so pretty and desperate to have people see how good you are.

“Eddie,” Steve moans, bites at his neck.

Eddie fingers him until he cums in his lap, before manhandling him down to the floor. Pulls Steve’s jeans down below his ass and presses his face into the carpet as he fucks him brutally. Steve scratches at the rug for purchase as he takes it, starting to sob when Eddie gets a hand around him and forces him to cum again.

Subject dropped for now, but at the forefront of both of their minds.

-

Once Steve’s finally aware and accepted Gareth’s crush, a new tension descends on their flat.

It’s no longer just Eddie watching how Gareth reacts to Steve, now that Steve notices the effect he has.

There’s a week where Steve holds back. Stops touching Gareth, stops engaging in anything more than small talk. Looks away when Gareth meets his eye.

Eddie can sense the hurt rolling off Gareth, so he pulls Steve into his bedroom and has him kneel on the floor.

Steve wriggles with excitement when Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, knees spread invitingly. But Eddie’s not going to treat him, not until he gets Steve to understand how much he’s upsetting his best friend.

He snaps his fingers and points to the ground between his legs, can’t suppress his smile when Steve crawls forward and settles into one of his favourite places. Steve keeps his arms behind his back and leans in to nuzzle against his lap.

Eddie threads his fingers through his hair and lets him enjoy himself a bit longer before he pulls his head back. Holds him by his hair so that Eddie’s bulge is just out of reach.

Steve whines in question, looking up at him with eyes that are already glazing over.

“Need to speak to you first, sunshine,” he purrs, tightening his hold and tugging on Steve’s hair so that he moans. “You’re hurting Gareth’s feelings baby.”

Steve looks down into his lap and Eddie tugs his hair again, forces him to look up. Steve sucks his lower lip into his mouth.

“You’re not being very nice, sweet thing.”

Steve gulps and swallows thickly. “Sorry Daddy.”

Eddie tuts. “It’s not me you need to apologise to, baby.”

Steve’s eyes widen and he looks nervous, but he nods cautiously. Eddie smiles down at him and loosens his hold, scratching against his scalp.

“If you go and apologise to Gareth, then you can have your treat.

Steve whines. “Daddy, I can’t.

“You can and you will, sunshine. I want you to go out and tell Gareth that you’re sorry you’ve been acting funny, and that you’ve been struggling with your classes, okay? You don’t need to tell him anything more.”

Steve looks gorgeous and miserable with embarrassment, but he nods. Eddie stands up, tightening his hold in his hair and pressing Steve’s face against his crotch. A little treat for him to help get him through

Steve moans and presses against him, mouth always so wet and fucking greedy.

Once he’s had his fill, Eddie yanks him back. Snaps his fingers so that Steve stands

He stands in the doorway of his bedroom and watches as Steve stumbles towards where Gareth’s sitting on the sofa and staring at the tv.

Gareth makes a sound of surprise when he sees his boy, hovering over him.

“Sorry for being weird this past week, Gareth. I’ve been struggling with my classes and I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings by acting strange.

Gareth’s mouth opens and closes, eyes wide as he tries to find words.

“Um, that’s uh, that’s okay Steve. No harm done.”

Steve looks back at Eddie, eyes wide to see if he’s done enough. Eddie smiles at him, nods once, before he snaps his fingers and Steve rushes back to his side.

He pulls Steve into a hug, kissing the side of his head. “Good boy,” he says into his hair, loud enough so that Gareth can hear.

Then he takes Steve back into his bedroom and fucks his throat loud enough that Gareth must be able to hear him choke.

-

After that, Eddie starts testing the waters. Working at both Steve and Gareth. Pressing on both sides in the hopes that they’ll meet in the middle

He asks Gareth if he’d mind if he and Steve use the shared spaces for the more sexual aspects of their play. Asks Steve if he’s okay with Gareth seeing more of what they normally hide behind closed doors.

Both boys get flustered when he asks, and happily agree

The first time Eddie actually does something, they’re all on the couch, watching a Miami Vice marathon. Steve doesn’t have any classes in the morning so Eddie’s planning on keeping him up all night. Tying him up and making him cry. Wants to try and stretch him wide so that he won’t be able to move without feeling the ache

“Hey Gareth?

Gareth looks away from the screen and raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Will you mind if I open Steve up so long? I’ve got plans for him and want to get it out of the way.”

Steve turns to look at him with wide eyes, slightly affronted that Eddie wants to get it out the way. Eddie’s obviously lying, because fingering Steve and getting him ready for his cock is an act of love he savours, but Gareth doesn’t know that.

Gareth chokes on his tongue but nods jerkily. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

Eddie grins. “Perfect. Could you do me a favour and pass me the lube in the side table?”

Gareth gulps but does as asked. Eddie notices the slight tremble in his fingers as he passes it over.

“Thanks. Now sunshine,” he turns his attention to where Steve is staring up at him, tucked into his side, “Wanna get in my lap?”

Steve doesn’t answer and instead swings his body into Eddie’s lap. Leans in to kiss him.

Eddie bunches his sweatpants under his ass, turns his head to catch the way Gareth’s eyes flick over.

He uses more lube than necessary so that the sound is loud and wet as he fucks two fingers into Steve’s body.

“Can you take another, baby?”

He knows Steve can, and Steve seems offended at the suggestion that he can’t, but the question makes Gareth choke on his spit.

He presses in his third finger and fingerfucks him, curls his fingers to rub over Steve’s spot.

He keeps touching Steve where he’s sensitive so that moans pour out his mouth, mind going fuzzy so that he doesn’t try to hold them in

Eddie can’t hear the television anymore. Can only hear the wet sound of his fingers and Steve’s mindless enjoyment

When he looks over, Gareth is stock still. Staring straight ahead as his fingers dig into the arm of the couch. He’s obviously hard.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs, nosing at his jaw, “M’ready, please fuck me.”

Eddie sees Gareth’s jaw clench and he chuckles breathily. He tuts. “Not yet, sunshine. We’re still watching with Gareth. I’ll give you what you need after this episode, okay?”

Steve looks miserable at the thought of waiting but he nods and tucks his face against Eddie’s neck.

Eddie stills his fingers and pulls out the third, leaving only two inside him. Just keeping him full while he returns his attention to the tv.

“Can you turn it up, Gareth? Can’t hear a thing.”

Gareth scrabbles for the remote and clicks the volume up, then returns his hands to the couch. Doesn’t move, even when Steve starts grumbling and wriggling about.

Eddie pulls out his fingers and smacks Steve’s ass. Hard. The sound rings through the room and he hears Gareth suck in his breath.

“Be patient, baby,” he growls into Steve’s ear, “If you can’t be good then I won’t let you cum.”

Steve groans but nods, bites down on the collar of Eddie’s t-shirt pitifully. Just wants something in his mouth. Just wants to be full.

Eddie’s completely lost the story and has no idea what’s going on in the episode, but he’s going to stick to his word.

He doesn’t press back into Steve as punishment, leaves him empty at both ends even though he knows how much his boy wants it.

When he looks over, Gareth’s face is bright red and his eyes glazed over. Doubts that Gareth’s managing to follow the episode either.

Relief floods the room as the closing theme plays and Eddie pats Steve’s ass. Encourages him to stand. He rests his hands on Steve’s hips and smiles up at him. He’s so fucking beautiful.

Eddie goes to pull his sweatpants back up, but then thinks better of it. Uses his hold on his hips to rotate him slightly so that his back is to Gareth. So that Gareth can get a proper eyeful of his perfect ass, propped up by the elastic bunched up below.

Eddie watches Gareth as his head turns and he openly stares.

Eddie knows it’s evil, but he drags his right hand from Steve’s hip, snakes around to grab at his ass. Pulls and spreads him open so that Gareth can see his sweet little hole, glistening with lube and ready for him. Ready to be fucked.

Gareth chokes. Leans forward and starts coughing up a lung.

Steve’s looks over his shoulder at him before looking back at Eddie. He’s slow and syrupy, but he smiles down at Eddie knowingly

Before Gareth’s properly recovered, Eddie stands and pulls Steve in for a kiss. He reaches back to pull his sweatpants up, deciding that he’s given Gareth more than enough material for his wet dreams.

He holds Steve’s hand and leads him to his bedroom, smiling back at Gareth one last time before he closes the door.

It’s not even thirty seconds before he hears Gareth’s own bedroom door slam shut. No doubt about what he’s going to go do.

-

He should feel bad about teasing Gareth so mercilessly, but he doesn’t. He’s enjoying himself far too much. And fuck if it doesn’t make Steve hot under the collar every time he catches on to what Eddie’s doing

He crowds Steve up against the kitchen counter, kissing him until he’s all sweet. Goes happily when Eddie turns him around. Covers his hands with his own and guides them to hold onto the edge of the counter

Eddie peels down his pyjama bottoms and kneels down on the linoleum floor. He spreads Steve before he licks over him, shocking a gasp out of his boyfriend.

He fucks his tongue into him, punching out the sweetest sounds, before Steve tenses. Gasps: “Gareth!”

Eddie pulls back, presses a final kiss to his rim, and stands. Gareth’s standing a few feet in front of them, eyes wide while he still looks half asleep. Maybe even thinks he’s still dreaming.

“Were you-“ he cuts himself off, gulps loudly, before he skitters off to the bathroom.

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s middle and grinds his morning wood against his still-bare ass. Steve leans into his touch and laughs.

“You’re evil.”

-

He decides to step it up a little when Gareth goes out to meet with his tut group one afternoon.

He’s getting impatient with the teasing. Their flat is constantly taut with tension. It feels like something is about to snap.

When Steve’s gone, everything goes back to normal and it’s great. Getting the first-hand proof that his friendship isn’t taking any damage from what they’re doing. Gareth never brings it up, never says anything. When Eddie checks in if he’s still okay with Steve and Eddie’s actions, he always says it’s fine. That he doesn’t mind

They don’t acknowledge how desperate he’s been making Gareth, how much he’s torturing him by dangling Steve in front of him

But whenever Steve’s there, the flat feels claustrophobic. So thick with want and anticipation that Eddie’s head is constantly swimming.

Something’s gotta give, and he’s not above ramping things up to make the bow break.

With Gareth gone, Steve is impressively eager when Eddie pulls him down on the sofa and kisses him. He lies down flat and pulls Eddie down between his legs. Always so fucking easy.

“Not pregnant yet,” Steve whispers, giddy with excitement at the thought of Eddie fucking him. “Think you need to try again, Daddy.”

Eddie smiles and kisses him back. Let’s Steve go along with thinking that that’s what this is. He slides his hand down Steve’s body and cups his bulge, squeezing.

“I’ll be right back, okay baby?”

Steve looks a bit surprised, but he’s always so trusting. He nods and doesn’t question it when Eddie climbs off him and goes to his bedroom. He plucks his handcuffs off the nail he’s bashed into his cupboard door, trying to hold them still so that the metal doesn’t clink, and Steve doesn’t hear.

Steve’s still just as Eddie left him, splayed on the couch with his eyes closed.

Eddie snaps his fingers and he’s moving to sit up before his eyes even open.

Eddie drops the cuffs onto the coffee table and Steve’s eyes snap open. He moans at the sight of them.

“Will you stand for me, baby?

Steve scrambles to stand, arms at his sides and face blooming as Eddie looks over him hungrily

He reaches for him and pulls at the hem of his polo, before he tugs it up over his head. Then he drags his hands down his chest, over his stomach, coming to rest at his waistband. Steve hums happily at the attention and sighs when Eddie unbuttons his jeans.

He steps out of his jeans and underwear when Eddie pushes them down around his ankles, turns around and faces the sofa when Eddie guides him.

Eddie snaps his fingers and Steve is quick to put his hands behind his back, buzzing with excitement as Eddie clicks the cuffs around his slender wrists.

Eddie turns him back around, savouring Steve’s happy little sigh. He kisses down his chest, pays excruciating attention to his dusky nipples until his chest is heaving and his cock is fully hard against his belly.

Eddie pushes at his shoulders until he’s sitting down, and Eddie can drop to his knees. Steve’s eyes sparkle with excitement.

Eddie leans down and strokes him slowly, catching the wetness that blurts from his tip. Steve grins above him, feeling loved and adored and giving into the pleasure Eddie’s awarding him.

Eddie grins as he nips at his soft inner thigh. He’s not going to be happy much longer.

Eddie reaches into his pocket and keeps his torture concealed in his closed palm as he carries on stroking Steve. Eddie waits until he’s wet and getting louder before he pulls away from his chest and stares down at his pretty cock. Feels such a need to get his mouth on him

But that’s not the plan. Instead, he holds Steve steady as he rolls the cock ring down the length of him.

Steve makes a small sound of question, dazed eyes looking down and seeing the ring of rubber as Eddie settles it snug at his base. Steve whines as he realises that an orgasm isn’t coming anytime soon, loud and pathetic. Probably worried that Eddie’s going to make him go without completely.

“Shh baby, you’ll cum, I promise. Just want to enjoy you first without you being a desperate little whore and cumming all over yourself.”

Steve sobs, not yet teary but will be within the next half hour. He nods to show that he understands and forces himself to quiet. Always so fucking good.

Eddie stands slowly, holding eye contact as he reaches down for his belt. Steve can’t resist, has to look down and watch as Eddie unbuckles himself and pops his button, pulls down his zipper.

Steve wets his lips, leans forward in anticipation. Eddie pushes his jeans down to get his cock out before he grabs for Steve, tangling fingers in his hair and bringing him forward.

He holds Steve’s face to his cock, feels it when Steve inhales his scent where it’s the most concentrated and musky. Steve whines in his throat, mouth open and pressed against skin where Eddie holds him still. So desperate to get Eddie down his throat.

Eddie pulls his hair and tugs him away, burning the sight of Steve looking so petulant and pathetic and pouty into his brain. Grumpy that Eddie’s teasing him and not giving him what he wants.

“Fucking perfect,” Eddie sighs. Loves him so much. Heart thumping as Steve’s eyes flutter at the praise.

Eddie lets him go and sits down next to him on the sofa, pats his denim-clad thighs.

Steve knows what to do. Knows that he has to get himself into Eddie’s lap if he wants to be fucked. He’s clumsy and slow from how turned on he is and the added handicap of his hands behind his back.

Eddie watches him struggle, pouring lube into his hand and stroking himself as his boy tries and struggles. Eddie takes pity on him and helps him when he wobbles and looks ready to fall forward onto the coffee table.

Eddie holds tight to his hips and guides him down, smiling when Steve’s hands grab blindly behind him until he finally touches Eddie’s cock. Holds him still to the best of his ability while Eddie does the work and gets him lined up

Steve bears down, sinking down on Eddie’s cock in one smooth stroke. He moans, loud and desperate, before he goes to start moving

But Eddie curls his fingers around his hips and holds him still. Taking all of Eddie, impaled and incapable of scratching his itch. He whines again.

“Always feel so good, sunshine. Just want you to sit still and be good, okay? Keep my cock nice and warm.

Steve sobs but he nods, body relaxing against Eddie’s chest.

Eddie tries to focus on the television rather than how tight and hot and wet Steve is around him because he wants Steve desperate. Wants him in tears when he finally starts fucking him.

Steve wriggles around but stays quiet. His shoulders must be aching from the strain, but he doesn’t complain. Just stays put and clenches around him, hands pressed to his lower back.

Eddie keeps an eye on the clock. Gareth should be home in a few minutes, so he finally gives in.

He wraps his arms around his boy’s waist and hauls him back, until Steve brings a foot up to rest on the edge of the couch cushion.

Eddie starts fucking him slowly. Knows his body off by heart as he angles his thrusts to grind against his spot.

Steve is so desperate for it, so tightly wound, that after only a minute of Eddie moving, he’s crying already. His body shakes, clutch tight around Eddie. Eddie hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder so he can watch his face as it crumbles.

He looks fucking tortured. Chin quilted and brow furrowed, feeling so good but knows he can’t cum.

Eddie keeps fucking him, uses all his strength to hold off as Steve cries and clenches, starts begging.

He bites down into his shoulder to hide his grin when he hears the key in the door, fucks up harder so that Steve chokes on his spit as Gareth walks in.

Steve is so gone that he doesn’t notice right away, but Eddie sure as fuck does. Laves his tongue over the bite in Steve’s flesh before he lifts his head and grins

“Hey Gareth,” he greets, eyes rolling back when Steve clenches down impossibly tight. Steve’s eyes blink open and he cries out when he sees Gareth. Standing stock still by the front door. Eyes glued to Steve.

Steve is so tight, sobbing loudly, as Eddie tortures him. And Gareth can’t look away.

Gareth takes a tentative step towards them, as if pulled in against his will, before he comes back to himself and stops. Drops his backpack to the ground with a thunk.

“Hey man,” Eddie grits out, trying his best to sound casual. “Can you give me a hand real quick?”

Steve whimpers, mouth opening in a moan at Eddie’s words. Eddie watches Gareth’s throat as he gulps before he nods.

Eddie grins. Fucking feral.

“Can you come over here?”

Gareth hesitates and Steve moans again, blinking his eyes open to watch as Gareth slowly edges closer. Eddie spares a glance down his stomach, sees his cock hard and gorgeous and flushed with blood, fucking weeping at the tip. So close.

Gareth stands in front of the coffee table, blocks out the television set. Eyes glued to Steve and cheeks bright red. Eyes dark and lips parted.

Eddie gives a hard thrust up into Steve, curling his fingers around him and digging in.

“My hands are a little busy,” he grits out, watching Gareth gulp, “Do you think you could remove sunshine’s cock ring for me?”

Steve wails, throws his head back onto Eddie’s shoulder and arches his chest forward. Luring Gareth in. Begging for him to touch. His baby feels so good, but he has to focus. Has to watch Gareth as he eyes widen even more and he nods.

Gareth moves slower and slinkier than Eddie’s ever seen as he crossed around, stands directly in front of the sofa.

Gareth slowly sits down on the edge of the coffee table and holds out a shaky hand. He’s waiting, and Eddie grins when he realises what for.

“Baby,” he purrs against Steve’s ear, “will you tell Gareth how much you want his help?”

Steve nods frantically, uses immense effort to lift his head up and blink at Gareth.

“Help me, please. Get my cock ring off.”

Gareth nods again and then he’s properly reaching for Steve. Eddie digs his teeth into his lower lip as he watches down the line of Steve’s chest as Gareth’s shaking fingers curl around him. Steve moans and shudders, hips twitching into the touch.

Eddie doesn’t scold him because Gareth looks like he’s about to die from happiness.

Gareth brings his other hand to Steve’s cock, holds him steady as he starts rolling the cock ring off.

He hasn’t even got it over his tip before Steve is spasming, gone tight and moaning as he fucks forward into Gareth’s touch.

“Gareth!” Steve cries, going still as he cums. Eddie’s ego almost takes a hit, hearing his baby say someone else’s name when he cums, but then Eddie sees Gareth’s face and it makes it worth it.

His eyes are wide, mouth hanging open. Looks like he’s just seen heaven as Steve finishes in his hand. Cock kicking as he cums all up his belly, on his chest, over Gareth’s fingers.

Gareth draws his hand away instantly and Eddie rushes to replace him, knows that Steve needs to be stroked through it or else he gets whiny.

He strokes Steve through it, thumbs at his tip as he starts to shiver. His cock is so beautiful with Eddie’s hand around it and he’s so distracted that his head shoots up when Steve whines.

His eyes land on Gareth, hand to his open mouth. Looks a few seconds away from tentatively licking Steve’s spend from his fingers.

The sight of it makes Eddie’s eyes roll back, Steve clenching tight and forcing it out of him when he pulls his boys sweet body down and cums deep inside him.

-

After that, the tension isn’t gone, but it’s different.

Gareth had been there one second, and then Eddie had opened his eyes after cumming, and he was gone.

Steve was too fucked out to notice, just boneless against Eddie and panting. So beautiful and happy.

Eddie hugged him close, bent him forward and undid the cuffs so that Eddie could help him stand and wobble towards his bedroom.

Steve was sweet and nonverbal, couldn’t stop trembling as Eddie pulled him down onto his bed.

Eddie heard a muffled moan through the walls and knew that Gareth had just gotten off, but he still felt uneasy. Didn’t like how quickly Gareth had bolted. Wanted him to hang around so he could witness Steve like this.

But despite his disappointment, the whole ordeal made everything better. Helped cut through the tension.

Once Gareth had actually gotten his hands on Steve, he stopped seeming so scared of him. Almost returned to the friend Eddie knew.

The flat was back to normal and Gareth and Steve both seemed good, but now it was Eddie who couldn’t stop thinking about everything.

He loves Gareth and wants his best friend to be happy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Gareth and Steve together. Imagined opening Steve up and holding him against his chest while Gareth crawled between his legs. Soothing his boy while they both gave Gareth the most perfect first time.

He wanted Gareth’s first time to be good, and he wanted it to be with Steve. Steve, who wouldn’t judge him for cumming too soon or being too rough. Eddie felt an insatiable need to see Gareth fuck his baby stupid.

Or at least, fuck his baby’s mouth stupid.

His opportunity comes up when he and Steve are in the kitchen, after Steve had cooked breakfast while Eddie watered Bernadette.

They’re at the counter, plates licked clean, as Steve sorts through Eddie’s mail for him. Arranging everything into piles of bills and takeout menus before he pauses. Comes across a lavender envelope. Their address handwritten, the sending address from Gareth’s parents. A Happy Birthday sticker holding the envelope closed.

Steve stares at it, then looks over at Eddie as he licks his fingers.

“Is it Gareth’s birthday soon?”

Eddie digs through his mental inventory, trying to recall, before shrugging. “I mean, I think so? I just know his birthday’s in winter.”

Steve hums, starts a third pile for personal mail and leans into his touch when Eddie reaches across and cards through his hair.

“We should do something special for his birthday.”

It’s enough to get Eddie’s mind working. Enough to make his imagination run free. Thoughts of getting Steve naked and opening him up and guiding him down onto Gareth’s cock, or even gifting Gareth the experience of having Steve sit on his face.

After he’s washed up and managed to wrangle Steve in the shower, he voices his thoughts.

Steve’s pressed up behind him as he massages shampoo into his hair. Works up a nice lather. Soft cock pressed against his ass.

“What do you think of Gareth, baby?”

Steve’s hands still and he snorts.  “What do you mean?”

Eddie huffs, turning around and wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders. Thrusts his hips forward until their pelvises press together.

“Like, what do you think of him? Do you think he’s cute?”

“Oh,” Steve pauses and looks down at the drain, cheeks pink. “I mean, yeah. He’s really cute. Nice smile. Nice hands too.”

Eddie grins and kisses his cheek for his honesty. “If you saw him out in a club, would you fuck him?”

“Eddie,” Steve whines, blushing and tucking his face into Eddie’s neck.

“Is that a yes, baby?” Steve hesitates before he nods. Eddie strokes down his back. “What do you think about giving him a special present for his birthday?”

Steve pulls back to eye him suspiciously. “What kind of present?”

“I was thinking you could let him fuck your mouth.”

Steve goes silent, mouth opening and closing but no sound comes out. He starts nodding, eyes already glassing over.

“Yeah, that would be,” he pauses to lean in and kiss Eddie, “Just yeah, please.

Eddie smiles and picks up the shampoo so he can wash Steve’s hair for him.

-

The day before Gareth’s birthday, he’d kept Steve company and tried to be useful as Steve baked him a cake. Steve kept batting his hands away as he tried to stick his fingers into the batter, before he’d taking one for the team and let Eddie paw at him greedily.

Eddie snuck a hand into his underwear while he made the icing, fucked him over the counter while they waited for the cake to cool.

His plan was all set.

On the morning of Gareth’s birthday, he takes the cake into his bedroom, sits on the edge of his mattress and strokes his cheek until Gareth’s eyes blink open

“Happy birthday,” he says lowly. Using the bedroom voice that always makes Steve dumb with lust. “Steve baked you a cake.”

Gareth sits up, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes as his brain tries to start working. He frowns at the cake before smiling, with just a shade of confusion.

“Huh?" he says around a yawn, before he properly focusses on the cake. "Oh! Well, thanks. To Steve, I mean.

Eddie pats his shoulder and stands up, taking the cake with him.

“I’ve got a present for you, too.”

Gareth frowns again, reaching for the half empty water bottle on his bedside. He takes hungry gulps to wet his throat before he finally says: “Huh?

Eddie smiles, full of fondness for his best friend. He tosses his head in the direction of Gareth’s bedroom door.

“I’ve got a present for you in my room. Come along, you can have cake after.”

Gareth slips out of bed and follows him, dressed in nothing but his boxers. He keeps quiet as Eddie sets the cake back on the kitchen counter.

Remains right behind Eddie as he pushes open his bedroom door.

He hears Gareth gasp behind him and can’t help but grin in satisfaction

Steve kneels at the foot of his bed, arms behind his back, clutching at his own elbows.

Gareth takes a small step towards him.

When the floor creaks beneath him, Steve looks back over his shoulder. Dazzling smile on his face

“Hey Gareth, happy birthday!”

Gareth nods. “Uh, thanks.” He turns to look back at Eddie for guidance. Not sure where to go from here.

“Go ahead. You can touch,” Eddie purrs.

He sees a shiver travel through Steve. Gareth gulps and nods to himself, reaching his hand out

Steve’s shoulders tense when Gareth brushes his finger down his bicep before he melts. He lets out a soft sigh as Gareth strokes up and down his arm.

“His skin is so soft,” Gareth breathes, voice filled with wonder. Addressing Eddie rather than Steve. His boy’s going to love that

“Everything about my little baby is soft,” Eddie says. Can’t help the love from pouring into his voice. Steve snorts and shuffles on his knees. Eddie doesn’t have to see to know that Steve’s cock is half hard. “Okay, almost everything.”

Gareth nods dumbly, doesn’t look like he’s been listening. He traces his fingers across Steve’s back, down his spine and back up.

Eddie smiles.

“You wanna get on the bed?” Gareth snaps to look at him. Ripped out of his daze. He raises his eyebrows in question. Eddie nods towards the head of the bed. “You know, sit up by the pillows.”

He watches as Gareth chews on his lower lip and stares at the arch of Steve’s back. As if he actually has to consider it.

He climbs onto the bed, scooting up to the top and leaning back against Eddie’s headboard. Legs out in front of him until he bumps against Steve’s knee. He pulls his knees to his chest in fright.

Eddie sees the line of Steve’s shoulders soften. Can imagine the look he’s giving Gareth. Warm and soft and encouraging. Gareth slowly lowers his legs back down

Steve inches closer on instinct, moving up the bed so he’s kneeling in the splay of them. It means there’s now enough space at the end of the bed for Eddie to climb up and kneel behind his boyfriend.

He presses his chest to Steve’s back and kisses across his shoulders, up his neck. Steve moans softly and melts into him.

Eddie drags his hands up and down Steve’s sides, squeezing at his waist. He nips at Steve’s earlobe, looks up at Gareth

His eyes dart frantically from Steve’s face to his chest to his lap. Eddie looks down the line of his stomach and can’t suppress his grin at the sight of his boy’s gorgeous cock

He trails his hand down Steve’s chest, scratching through the dark thatch of hair at his base

He watches Gareth’s face as he curls his fingers around Steve. His cheeks bloom pink, mouth open. Eyes wide and boxers starting to tent.

He gives Steve one slow stroke before he lets him go, instead brings his hand up to Steve’s mouth. Steve spits into his palm.

He wraps his hand around him again, slick and tight as he works him to full hardness

“He’s pretty, right?” Eddie asks.

Gareth nods. Fluffy curls bouncing around his face. “S’gorgeous.”

Steve sighs happily, hips twitching forward when Eddie thumbs at his tip. He sees Gareth’s dick twitch.

He presses his lips to the shell of Steve’s ear. “You still want to give Gareth a present, sunshine?” He speaks loud enough so that Gareth can hear, can know why Steve’s nodding. “Why don’t you ask him nicely if he’ll allow it?”

Steve nods. Eddie can hear it when he swallows. “Can I blow you, please Gareth? As a birthday present?”

Gareth chokes, sputters, coughs. Looks crazed as he looks between Steve and Eddie. As if waiting for one of them to admit it’s a joke

“Yeah. Fuck, yes, Steve.”

Eddie gives his cock a final stroke before he’s nudging his boy forward. Encouraging him to bend at the waist and lift onto his knees. Resting on his elbows between Gareth’s thighs and on his knees in front of Eddie. Giving him a perfect view of his pretty pink hole.

“Will you pass me the lube please, Gareth?”

Gareth startles, as if he’d forgotten Eddie was in the room. Too distracted by the sight of Steve between his legs. Focussed only on the feeling of Steve edging his fingers up under the hem of his boxers

He reaches across for the plastic bottle, passing it to Eddie. Eddie shoots him a grin in thanks.

He slicks up his fingers at the same time that Steve leans in closer. Mouths at Gareth through his underwear

Eddie pets over Steve’s hole with wet fingertips, pressing lightly. Teasing. Just wants to play with him a little before pushing into him.

Steve whines impatiently, wriggling his hips. Eddie waits until Steve is kissing at Gareth’s stomach, just above his waistband, before he slowly presses a finger into him.

Steve breathes out against Gareth’s belly, body relaxing. Happiest when full.

He fucks him slowly on one finger, doesn’t want to distract him too much as Steve tucks his fingers under Gareth’s waistband and starts to pull them down. Pulls Gareth’s cock out and tucks his waistband behind his balls

Steve moans as he wraps his hand around him, as if he’s the one about to be blown. He thumbs at his tip to catch the pearl of precum, uses it to ease the glide when he starts to stroke him.

Gareth breathes out slowly through his teeth. His hands are fisted into Eddie’s comforter, his legs already starting to tremble. Already so close to the edge.

“Fuck,” Gareth whispers, mostly to himself.

Eddie presses a second finger into Steve as Steve looks up at Gareth. Holds his eye as he parts his plush lips, leans forward, and presses a soft kiss to the head of Gareth’s cock.

“Jesus!” Gareth cries, voice trailing off into a whine when Steve takes him into his mouth.

Eddie draws his fingers out, wants to get a closer look of the show.

Steve huffs when he’s left empty, but Eddie knows he can’t be that upset. Not when he’s swallowing Gareth down with impressive ease

He settles in next to Gareth, pressing their arms together. Steve’s eyes flick over to him, and he tries to smile around his mouthful of cock.

“He’s incredible, isn’t he?”

Gareth nods. Can’t speak as Steve bobs his head. Mouth soft and warm. Drool starting to dribble out the corners of his mouth.

“I’m not gonna last,” Gareth breathes. Chest heaving. Flushed red all the way down.

Gareth pulls at the comforter and uses all his self-control to stay still and not fuck up into Steve’s mouth.

Eddie reaches for his hand. Encourages him to let go of the fabric and instead presses their palms together. Interlacing their fingers and squeezing.

Gareth’s palm is clammy. It makes Eddie think about how much he’s corrupting his best friend.

He gives his hand another squeeze.

“You can go harder, you know,” Eddie tells him. “Pull his hair a bit. Fuck his mouth. He likes it. A lot.”

Gareth doesn’t hesitate before he does just that. Lets go of Eddie’s hand so that he can bury them in Steve’s hair and guide him up and down.

He moves back to kneel behind Steve, quick to press two fingers back into him. Steve clenches around him and Eddie doesn’t have to see to know that his cock is dripping.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Gareth babbles, fingers tangled in Steve’s hair. His hips fuck up into Steve’s mouth and Eddie hears his baby gag, choking on his best friend’s cock. “I’m close.”

“You want him to cum on your face, sunshine?”

Steve nods to the best of his ability while he’s being held down and face-fucked. Gareth swears again, eyes rolling back, before he pulls Steve off.

He holds Steve in place as he jerks himself desperately, moan high and helpless when he tenses up and cums over Steve’s face.

Steve moans, mouth hanging open to catch some. Eddie is so hard that his head is starting to swim.

Gareth lets go of his hair and flops back against the pillows, and Steve looks back at Eddie. Eyes wide and face painted, mouth open so Eddie can see the cum pooled on his tongue.

“Be a good boy and swallow; show Gareth how much you appreciate your treat.”

Steve does as he’s told, nose scrunching slightly. Eddie can’t imagine that Gareth tastes too great with his diet, but Steve doesn’t look like he’s complaining. He opens his mouth again to show Eddie that he’s done as asked.

“Want me to fuck you now, baby?”

Steve whines, long passed words. He wiggles his hips as invitation.

Eddie looks over at Gareth as he struggles to recover and realises he wants to keep him flushed and breathless. He gets a filthy idea.

“You wanna see his pretty little pussy?” Eddie sees Steve stiffen, look back over his shoulder at Eddie. Eddie rests his hand on his hip and squeezes. He holds his gaze and licks his lips. “Remember sunshine, Gareth’s straight. Only likes pussy. Right, Gareth?”

Steve whines softly, pushes back against his hand. Eddie draws his fingers out and leans forward, plasters his back along Steve’s. His baby’s comfort is more important than Gareth’s birthday present.

“That okay with you, baby? S’it okay if Gareth looks at your little cunt?” He sharpens his voice on the last word, because that’s what he’s really asking. Knows that Steve wants Gareth to watch him get fucked, but needs to ask if Steve’s okay with Eddie talking about him like he’s a girl.

Steve nods, cheek against the comforter and eyes wide. Mouth wet and begging to be filled, as if he hasn’t just been choking on Gareth’s cock.

“Yeah. Fuck, yes.”

Eddie grins at him and straightens up after he ducks to press a kiss to Steve’s shoulder blade. He drags his eyes from Steve to Gareth. He looks sated and sleepy and cautious, but still manages to look fucking starving.

Gareth crawls down the bed to kneel at the end, a foot away from Steve. For a moment, Eddie is overcome by the sudden desire to bend him over and fuck him too.

But he shakes it away. That’s not what this is. That’s not what anyone’s agreed to. His boy is the most important thing in his world, and he would hate to hurt him.

So, he trains his eyes to Steve’s stupidly pink hole and trusts that Gareth’s watching before he reaches forward and presses his fingers back inside him.

Steve moans softly, his chest melting down into the mattress. Finally complete. Happiest when there’s something splitting him open.

Eddie leans forward to bite at his asscheek, just so that Steve gasps is that gorgeous wet way of his.

Steve’s already nice and open, but Gareth is watching with such rapt attention that Eddie doesn’t want to fuck him yet. Wants to savour the way that Gareth’s mouth hangs open when Eddie stuffs a third finger back inside him.

Steve fucks back against his hand, frustrated that Eddie’s neither touching him where he wants, nor fucking him already. But Eddie has a plan. His baby just needs to be patient.

Eddie looks to his right, takes a moment to drink in the sight of Gareth. Fucking hypnotised by the sight of Eddie’s fingers pressing into Steve. Tongue darting out to wet at his chapped lips.

He squeezes Steve’s hip with his left hand to keep him grounded. Wants Steve to know that he’s here, he’s ready to stop this if he wants, before he asks, “You wanna try fingering him?”

Both Steve and Gareth moan at that. Gareth’s hand shoots out to touch, but he catches himself, palm hovering an inch away from Steve. While Steve pushes back against Eddie, fingers curling in the bedding. Moan open and eyes completely glassy. There’s a single stripe of cum between the crease of his eyebrows that he’s managed not to disturb yet.

Eddie squeezes Steve’s hip again. Needs to check if this is okay as Gareth’s fingers tremble, so close to Steve’s core.

Steve nods frantically, bites down on the comforter to muffle his pitiful little whine. Deepens the arch in his back to push his ass up higher.

Eddie looks to his side and meets Gareth’s eyes. Gives him a single nod as he slips his fingers out.

Gareth is quick to replace him, going straight in with his index and pointer.

His hands aren’t as big as Eddie’s, but his fingers are longer, and Steve moans low and long as Gareth presses until the knuckle.

“Fuck,” Gareth spits. His pupils are blown completely and the flush spreads from his cheeks all the way down to his boxers. Despite the fact that he’s just painted Steve’s gorgeous face with his cum, Eddie can see his cock twitch with interest.

“How does he feel?” Steve whines around his mouthful as Gareth groans but doesn’t answer. “Is his pussy nice and tight?” Eddie asks, sliding his hand up to squeeze at Steve’s waist.

Gareth nods, fucking his fingers out and back in. Fingering Steve like he must’ve seen in the pornos Eddie knows he owns. Fingering Steve as if he’s a girl, trying to get a good shot for the camera.

Eddie grins. Gareth is so out of his element, but he still wants to see him struggle. “Come on Emerson, tell Steve how nice and wet he is.”

Gareth gulps and his hips fuck forward into the air. So inexperienced that he’s already hard again from nothing but having his fingers in Steve’s clutch.

“He’s, fuck-“ He swallows thickly, “He’s so fucking wet.”

Eddie digs his teeth into his cheek to stop himself from smiling like a maniac

“Hear that baby? Gareth says your little pussy is fucking wet,” Eddie teases, imitating the desperate lilt in his voice.

Steve whines and bucks forward. He’s so hard, cock heavy and dripping between his legs. Begging to be touched.

Eddie bats at Gareth’s wrist, his patience worn down to nothing. Has to get inside him right away or else he might just die. Gareth goes, doesn’t fight him. Moves to kneel beside Steve and watch.

Steve settles in, rests his head in his folded arms. Looks back over his shoulder as Eddie slicks himself up.

He looks over at Gareth, sees how blown his eyes are. How he can’t look at anything but Eddie’s dick.

Another filthy urge catches him before he can suppress it. He nods at Gareth to make him look at his face.

“You wanna do me a favour?” Gareth pauses but still nods, eyes flick down to his cock, then back up. Eddie grins. “Give me your hand.” Gareth does as requested, letting Eddie grab at his wrist and guide his hand closer. Allows Eddie to place his hand on his cock. Gareth gasps and Eddie twitches. “You wanna guide me in?”

Gareth gulps. Curls his fingers around him and urges Eddie forward. Leads his cock until his tip is pressing at Steve’s rim.

Eddie watches Gareth’s face. Watches the way his mouth drops open, in awe as Eddie starts to sink in as soon as he applies enough pressure.

Gareth’s eyes glaze over and his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. He looks wrecked.

Eddie drags his eyes away, back to where he’s splitting Steve open. He’s halfway in when Gareth’s fingers bump against Steve, making him gasp and rush to move his hand.

Eddie laughs.

“What? You’re scared to touch him now?”

Gareth ducks his head down, hiding his blush behind his hair. Eddie savours his embarrassment as Gareth removes his hand completely. Steve’s ass now flush with his hips.

Eddie wants to tease him some more, but he can’t, too consumed by his ecstasy.

“Jesus, sunshine,” he sighs, eyes slipping closed.

Steve moans weakly and Eddie knows what he’s trying to say. Feel good, feel full, love you.

Eddie curls his fingers around Steve’s hips and pulls out halfway, before he guides Steve back back back. revelling in his sweet little moan when he’s pressed to the hilt.

He traces his fingers up his back, a soft gentle touch of encouragement as Steve adjusts to the stretch.

“God, so fucking perfect,” Eddie sighs. Eyes falling closed and tension leaving his shoulders. Heaven in the shape of 20-year-old man.

Steve sags down, arch deepening. Offering himself up for the taking now that’s he’s adjusted.

Eddie feels the burn of pride. Can only imagine what Gareth’s thinking. Hopes that he’s impressed by how good Steve takes him.

Gareth’s just kneeling next to Steve now, hands fidgeting in his lap as he watches. As his dick twitches with interest.

His eyes are so wide, and Eddie wants to give him something to remember. Give him a show to look back on for the rest of his life.

He draws back out of Steve completely. Holds himself at the base so that he rubs his cockhead against Steve’s hole. Steve keens and presses his hips back. Tries to make Eddie slide back inside.

While Steve may have given him the gift of his mouth, this is Eddie’s gift. Showing him how to fuck someone like Steve and treat them right. He hopes Gareth’s taking mental notes. He deserves to have this experience. Deserves to have someone so desperate for his cock that they start babbling and scratching at the bed.

The thought makes his head spin.

He teases against him and chuckles when Steve keeps trying to be filled again. “You wanna show Gareth how beautifully your sweet little pussy cums when you’re full of Daddy’s cock?

When Eddie finally presses back in, Steve cries out. Sound pushed out his chest as Eddie sheaths himself in one smooth stroke. Steve moans into the mattress and claws at the comforter, makes Eddie groan when he tightens.

Eddie sets off, fucking him long and painfully slow. Hard enough that it jostles Steve up the bed.

He’s a mess. Cheek smushed against the comforter and mouth open as drool leaks up and puddles against cotton. His fingers twitch as he grips tight.

Eddie will never cease to be amazed at the sounds he manages to get out of Steve. As if he’s spring cleaning and finding things long forgotten. Discovering the noises that are trapped between his bones, tucked away in hidden corners. Bringing them out into the open.

Steve groans when he circles his hips, eyes blinking open to look back at him. Face flushed and forehead sweaty. His eyes full of hearts but vacant of thought. Can focus on nothing but the pure pleasure Eddie’s making him feel. The ache, the fullness, the spark of sweetness when Eddie’s tip nudges at his spot.

“Eddie,” he whimpers, voice thick. So beautifully pathetic.

“I know baby,” Eddie coos, can’t keep the sting of compassionate condescension out of his voice. “It feels good, yeah? Feels so good when Daddy fucks you like this?”

Steve sobs and nods. Eyes wet. Gareth gulps next to him before Eddie looks up at the head of the bed. Gives him a pointed nod to tell him to move so he can see better.

Steve’s loud sounds taper off into pitiful whines. Whole body trembling as he clenches around Eddie sporadically. He can tell that Steve is dropping too fast, too soon. Beyond turned on by Gareth’s presence.

There’s still so much Eddie wants to do before Steve drops completely. So, he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and hauls him up. Back to Eddie’s chest.

Steve moans long and loud at the change of angle. Grabs at Eddie’s arms where they circle his middle. Mouth open like he wants to speak but nothing comes out.

“You with me, sunshine?” Eddie asks softly, just for Steve to hear. Steve takes a few seconds before he shakes his head no.

Eddie rests his chin on his shoulder and takes a greedy eyeful. Drinks in his tight dusky nipples and his heaving chest. The way his ribs press against his skin and expand as he takes big gulps of air. The pink that spreads from his neck all the way to his belly, right down into the patch of dark hair at the base of him.

Eddie swallows the rush of saliva that fills his mouth as he looks at his cock. Flushed a deep and dark red. Desperate for attention. Desperate to be in Eddie’s mouth.

“Shh baby,” Eddie breathes against his ear. Squeezes him in his arms. Needs to get him back to earth a little bit before he can go further. “Can you come back down a little?”

Steve nods, digging his nails into Eddie’s forearm. He rests his head back on Eddie’s shoulder and takes a big breath. The tremble in his form fades away, until he’s still and silent in Eddie’s arms.

Eddie finally looks back at Gareth to gauge his interest. Knows that he could be put off by the sexual housekeeping. But it’s good for him to see, Eddie thinks. Good for Gareth to see more than just the highs of Steve submitting to him. Important that he also sees that sometimes Steve can get too deep and it’s Eddie’s job to bring him back.

“You with me now, baby?”

Steve takes a deep breath, lets out a big sigh. “Yeah, I’m here Daddy.”

Eddie kisses his cheek, over the twin spots under his eye. Two tempting little stars, forming the most enticing constellation. Begging for attention.

Eddie feels so full of love. Feels like his thread is moments away from giving out and making him burst at the seams. So close to unravelling and letting his love spill out all over his mattress.

Pressed deep into the love of his life. Overwhelmed with pleasure. His best friend right next to him. More happiness in one minute than he thought he would get to experience in his entire life.

He smiles against Steve’s cheek and gives him a light nip. Drags his mouth away so that he can kiss down Steve’s neck.

Steve hums happily. So good, now that Eddie’s trained his greed out of him. Happy to be full, even if he’s not being fucked. Eddie’s own gorgeous little cockwarmer.

Eddie slides his hands down from his waist, landing at his hips. Fingers splayed as his palms press against the jut of Steve’s hipbones.

He drags his mouth away to make eye contact with Gareth over his boy’s shoulder.

“You want to give Gareth a little kiss, baby?”

Steve sighs happily, nods slowly. Loose and languid. “Yes please, Daddy.”

Eddie holds Gareth’s eye. “You gonna kiss him, Emerson?”

Gareth doesn’t answer, rather gets up on his knees and moves closer to Steve. Eddie can see the slight tremble in his hands as he reaches up and cups Steve’s jaw.

He draws Steve in gently. Eyes slipping closed as he presses a soft kiss to Steve’s gorgeous mouth. Gareth draws back with a smile. Rubs his thumb along Steve’s cheek before Steve leans forward and kisses him again.

Eddie’s cock twitches at the sight. Two of his favourite boys enjoying each other.

Gareth looks dazed when they pull apart. Like after having his cock down Steve’s throat, what’s really getting to him is a kiss.

“He’s a good kisser,” Steve breathes, leaning back against his chest.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “That true, Emerson?” Gareth shrugs, looking between him and Steve. “You wanna let me be the judge of that?”

Gareth nods before he’s leaning back in. Pressing his mouth to Eddie’s.

He’s shy with it, but deliciously soft as his lips go lax. Happy to let Eddie guide him. Lick into his mouth.

After everything they’ve done, this is maybe the scariest. Actually kissing him. Everything else can be explained away, but not this.

Eddie smiles when Gareth pulls back. Turns his head to kiss Steve straight after.

“Jesus,” Gareth groans, flopping back down on the bed.

Eddie reaches down and gives Steve a good slow stroke before he pulls out. He taps at Steve’s shoulder. “Wanna lie down on your back for me, baby?”

Steve doesn’t reply, and instead knees up the bed. Flops down on his back so that Gareth can lie down next to him. Cup his jaw and draw him in for another kiss.

Eddie covers Steve’s body with his own, leaning his elbow on the mattress beside his ribs as he reaches down to hold himself steady. Guide himself back where he belongs.

Steve pulls away from Gareth and instead reaches for Eddie. Smiles against his mouth as he pulls Eddie into a kiss.

“Feels good, Daddy,” he sighs, hooking his leg around Eddie’s thigh. Eddie nips at his lower lip.

He draws out halfway before he fucks back in smoothly. Can’t help the moan that falls from his lips. Savours Steve’s happy little sigh.

He reaches down for where Steve’s got his leg around him, curling his fingers around the back of his thigh and pushing up. Forces his knee up to his chest before he pulls out and fucks back into him.

Steve moans at the change of angle, his body tight as Eddie tests his flexibility. He feels so fucking incredible as Eddie goes harder, body taught from the effort.

Eddie’s head hangs between his shoulders, gritting his teeth from the effort of staying slow. He wants to pin both Steve’s knees to his chest and fuck him stupid.

He drags his hips back, fucks into him with another short, sharp thrust that makes Steve slide up the bed.

“Fuck,” Eddie grits out, squeezing his eyes shut tight because if he looks at Steve’s dopey little cockdrunk smile, he’s a goner. “You’ve got the sweetest little cunt, sunshine.”

Steve chokes on a moan, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and pulling him down for a frantic kiss.

He leans all his weight into the hand he’s still got on the mattress. Fucks in hard enough that his hipbones throb when they meet Steve’s ass. He grinds his hips against him, just so that Steve keens into his mouth.

He angles his next thrust, makes sure that he drags across Steve’s spot as he does. “Jesus,” Steve slurs, resting his sweaty forehead against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie turns his face to bury his nose in his hair. Inhales the smell of his stupid Fabergé.

Steve’s chest heaves as he speeds up. Mouths at Eddie’s shoulder before he bites down after a particularly sharp thrust that moves them further up the bed.

Sharp pain clouds his mind as Steve sucks at the bite. Makes sure that it will be nice and purple once they’re done. His head falling back against the mattress as soon as he releases.

Eddie had managed to forget that they have a guest, rhythm stuttering in surprise when Steve pulls Gareth into a wet kiss.

Steve is sinking down beautifully now. Sloppy when he kisses Gareth so that his lips and chin shine with spit. Gareth looks startled but gives back just as good as he gets.

It looks like Steve’s trying to speak against his lips, mouth moving as only small breathy sounds manage to find their way out.

Eddie draws out and holds still, leaving only the tip in, until Steve manages to find his words.

“Touch me,” he slurs, eyes hazy when he turns away from Gareth and looks at Eddie. “Please.”

Eddie wants to tease him but doesn’t want to freak Gareth out when Steve will inevitably start crying if he’s denied a hand.

“You wanna take care of him?” He asks Gareth, sliding forward until his hips meet Steve’s ass again and his back arches. Cock hard and drooling. Desperate for attention.

Gareth opens his mouth to speak but snaps it shut with a click. Instead reaches down and wraps his hand around Steve. Eddie grins and leans his chest down, so that Gareth’s hand is sandwiched between their stomachs as he strokes Steve clumsily.

Eddie’s hand slips against Steve’s thigh from his sweat and he adjusts his hold, presses down harder. Spreads him wider. Steve cries out and clenches down, chest pushing up like he’s trying to tempt Eddie to mouth at his nipples.

The bed frame beats against the wall, scratches at the wooden floor as it rocks. As Eddie fucks him harder. Fills the room with the sounds of heavy breathing and the filthy slap of skin. The air feels hot and muggy, and he thinks if he has to keep going much longer, he’s going to faint.

He’s so close, but he needs to wait for Gareth to get his boy to the edge before he’ll let himself cum.

“You close, sunshine?” His voice doesn’t sound like his own. Coming out through gritted teeth and strained with effort. “Gonna cum for Daddy?”

Steve wails, squirming beneath him as Gareth jerks him faster. Knuckles sliding against Eddie’s belly.

“Yes yes yes yes,” Steve pants, eyelashes wet when he looks up at Eddie. Eyes so blown, mouth so sweet and swollen. So fucking gone as he blinks up at Eddie. “Please.”

That’s all it takes for Eddie to break, body seizing as he cums deep inside his boy. A long high moan spilling out as Steve draws tight and milks it out of him. He hears nothing but white noise, starting to tremble as it crashes over him.

As soon as his mind starts working again, he leans up on his trembling arm and bats Gareth’s hand away. Takes Steve’s cock in hand and strokes him how he knows he likes. Gets him there in four strokes.

Steve cums with a broken groan, cock twitching in Eddie’s hand as he spills all up his chest and over Eddie’s fingers.

Eddie loosens his hold but gets him through it. Keeps stroking until Steve tries to squirm away.

Eddie collapses down onto his chest. Cock softening inside him, but he’s not ready to pull out yet. Loves being buried deep and keeping him full of cum.

He buries his face into Steve’s neck and licks a stripe up the side, tasting the salt from his sweat. He feels Steve shift, and when he draws back, Steve and Gareth are kissing again.

Eddie can’t help but smile at the sight before he interrupts. Draws Gareth away from Steve and pulls him in for his own kiss.

He rolls off Steve and flops down next to him, curls into his chest when Steve throws an arm around his shoulder. Does the same to Gareth. 

Gareth clears his throat. "By the way," he starts, "My birthday's only next week."