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It was almost 11 at night and they were still in the studio. The rest of the guys has gone home an hour ago but Chris still wasn’t happy with the last track they had been recording so he and Eddie had stayed behind.
It took less than 10 minutes before the smaller man started fidgeting and pacing behind him. Another 5 minutes and Eddie was kissing his neck and massaging his shoulders.
“Keep it in your pants, Ed. I wanna finish this”
“Come oooon” Eddie whined like a spoiled child. “It’s late, we’ve been here all day” He nipped at Chris’ ear while he caressed his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Besides - it’s been almost 2 weeks and I’m horny” he reached for the man's crotch through his jeans.
Chris batted his hand away.
“I said knock it off”
Eddie shot him a dirty look and proceed to sit on the couch in the back with a huff.
Christ started the playback again only to be interrupted by Eddie loudly opening a bag of chips.
“Do you mind?”
“Yea, kind of. I’ve got the munchies, and I thought we’d be at your place by now.”
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna tie you to a chair in the other room.” Chris grumbled.
“Ooo sounds kinky,” Eddie teased.
“Ok you know what-” Chris had had enough. He sauntered over to the other man and hoisted him off the couch using his size to his advantage.
“Chris, what the fuck?” but Chris had already plopped him down on a rolling chair in the recording booth and was reaching for the nearest guitar cable.
“Real mature” Eddie scoffed but didn’t struggle, curious to see where this was gonna go. Chris proceeded to use the guitar cable to tie Eddie’s upper body and hands to the back of the chair.
“Now stay there and shut up, I’m almost done”
Eddie glared at him but didn’t say a word. Chris went back into the control room and sat down with his head in his hands.
Maybe Eddie was right, it was late, he was also hungry, and he probably wasn’t going to get anything productive done at this hour anyway. He peered over into the recording booth - Eddie was pushing the chair around the room, twirling around like a little kid. Chris had no idea where he got the energy. He was always a ball of hyperactivity after he had been performing - on stage, in the studio, at rehearsals. Chris pretended it annoyed him, but he found it endearing. As did many other things about his friend who he just so happened to be sleeping with. And don’t even get him started on that.
Eddie was the best fuck he’d ever had - man or woman. He was tight and hot in all the right places, his smaller body so responsive and sensitive. Chris could listen to an entire album of the sounds that Eddie made in bed…actually they WERE in a recording studio.
Chris popped in an empty cassette tape and waited for Eddie to look away before he pressed the “record” button, hoping the singer wouldn’t notice the little red light above the door. Then he made his way into the recording booth with a smirk, already formulating a plan.
“Hey ass hole, i think you made your point, are you gonna untie me now?”
“No, i think i’ll leave you there a little while longer”, he said before he straddled Eddie’s lap and pulled him by the curls into a bruising kiss.
“Bout fucking time you stick your tongue down my throat”
Chris leaned back on the smaller man’s lap and started unbuttoning his flannel, exposing his chest little by little, letting his eyes take in the new expanse of skin.
“Eddie, you’ve been a pain in my ass all evening” He tweaked a nipple and Eddie hissed, bucking his hips up involuntarily. “And i think you should be punished for it.” he said cooly.
“Ooo I’m shaking” Eddie smirked like the smart ass he was.
Chris got off his lap and looked around the room before he found a red bandana that someone had left by the door. He walked up behind Eddie and fastened it over his eyes in a makeshift blindfold. The other scoffed but Chris could see the change in his demeanor. His shoulders tensed in apprehension and he took a deep breath as if to steady himself. Chris smiled to himself in satisfaction, rolling the chair closer to the overhead mic. After a minute or two of silence, Eddie started to fidget again.
“So what are you gonna do? Spank me? You have to untie me for that.”
Chris shut him up with another kiss that had Eddie gasping in surprise. At the same time, Chris pinched both his nipples, making him mewl into the kiss. He slowly moved to unzip Eddie’s shorts, dipping his hand inside to palm at the half hard cock.
“Mmmm” Eddie hummed, wiggling his hips, silently begging for more. Chris pulled his shorts and boxers down to pool around his ankles. The singer let out a sigh of relief as his erection spring free to lay against his lower stomach.
Chris knelt between Eddie’s legs, spreading his knees wider to get a better view. He moved a hand up the inside of Eddie’s thighs laying a kiss on each one. He looked up to see Eddie’s head thrown back, hair pooling down his shoulders, adams apple bobbing with each gulp.
He’s so pent up already this is going to be easy. Chris thought
He licked a long stripe from Eddie’s balls up to the head of his cock and followed it with his fist. his thumb pressing on the vein that throbbed on the underside. Eddie moaned low in his throat.
“Now Eddie-” Chris’ voice was measured and even as he began to stroke the singers length in earnest. “ I want you to tell me when you’re gonna come”
Eddie said nothing, clearly lost in the sensation of finally being touched
SMACK Chris’ hand came down on his inner thigh.
“Fuck! Jesus, yes ok, ok”
“Good boy”
Chris began a line of sloppy kisses near Eddie’s groin as he continued to stroke him lazily- drawing out the little mewls and huffs he loved so much. When he finally took the head into his mouth he was rewarded with a filthy moan. He tongued at the slit, taking in more and more of him as he went, until Eddie was hitting the back of his throat.
“Ahh, feels so fucking good” Eddie growled.
Chris let him fuck up into his mouth for a few seconds, loving the way tears sprung up in his eyes and the breathy pants that were growing louder and faster from the man above him.
“I’m, I’m gonna cum - fuck I’m…”
Chris pulled off with a loud pop and a devious smile he was disappointed that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see.
“Wud, wud you do that for?” Eddie asked breathlessly
“You’re being punished for being a pain in the ass, remember. Now reel it in, Vedder.”
“But-”
Chris began stroking him again, even slower this time, and any protest died in Eddie’s throat. His body melted into the chair as he tried to get more friction by bucking up his hips. Sweat had started to form on his chest and Chris leaned forward to lick it away, stopping to lavish attention on the smaller man’s nipples.
“Faster - please”
“Mmm, are you sure?”
“Yes, yes, Christ, Yes”
Chris sped up his strokes, applying more pressure under the head each time. Eddie arched off the chair as much as his restraints would allow him. Breathless “ah, ah,ahs” coming from his lips.
Chris knew he was close again from the way his breath hitched and his balls tightened against his body. He let go and administered another slap across Eddie’s inner thigh.
Eddie straight up growled this time, pulling at the guitar chord around his shoulders and wrists, shaking the chair. Chris was sure he would have been punched in the face if Ed’s hands were free. The thought made him chuckle.
“Fucking ass hole!” Chris slapped him again on the other thigh.
“The next one’ll be on your balls - now say sorry”
God Chris wished he could see the look in his friend’s eyes just then. Anger, confusion, fear, arousal - just the thought made his mouth water and his cock throb in his pants.
“I’m…I’m sorry for calling you an ass hole” Eddie muttered under his breath.
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Chris tortured Eddie twice more, bringing him to the edge with his mouth and his fist - coaxing the filthiest, most desperate noises out of the singer that he’d ever heard - only to pull back at the last second.
Eddie was almost in tears, his cock an angry red color, leaking profusely inot his stomach. His shoulders and wrists surely bruised from the way he struggled against his bindings. Chris stood up to admire him - flannel shirt hanging off his shoulders, his hair a mess, sticking to his forehead with perspiration, lips bitten up and swollen. He ran a hand gently through his curls, as if comforting a hurt dog.
“Please” his voice was hoarse with exertion. “Please let me come. I’m sorry, sorry for being a pain in the ass. I won’t - I just - please Chris, please -”
“You think I should let you come?” Chris said against his cheek.
“Yes please” he reached out blindly with his lips until Chris caught them in a gentle kiss.
“I’ll be good” another kiss “So good, I promise”
Chris went back around around to kneel between Eddie’s legs. He reached for his shorts and boxers, managing to pull them off over his boots. Then he scooted Eddie’s hips down as much as his restraints would allow and hooked one of his legs over the arm of the chair, exposing the smaller man’s puckered entrance.
Eddie whined in anticipation, his hole quivering and his cock twitching. Two fingers found their way to his lips.
“Open up and suck”
Eddie did with enthusiasm and Chris pushed down on his tongue just to make the man gag - for production value, of course. He brought his wet fingers to Eddie’s entrance, tracing the rim a few times before delving in with both digits.
Eddie’s moan almost rattled the glass. He was still so tight after all the time, his walls immediately tensing and twitching against the intrusion. Chris didn’t let him adjust, quickly pulling out and scissoring him open. He reveled in the little hisses of discomfort that soon turned into all out pleasurable gasps. After only a few thrusts, Chris knew he had found Eddie’s prostate from the way the smaller man’s body went taught like a bow. A litany of “Christ” and “fuck” and “yes please there more” echoed in the recording booth.
Chris rubbed his free hand against Eddie’s hips soothingly.
“You’re gonna come on just my fingers, Okay?”
Eddie shook his head desperately. “Can’t - I, I can’t” he cried
“Yes you can, Ed”
He massaged his spot over and over as Eddie fell apart completely, legs and arms shaking violently before he momentarily went silent. One more thrust and Eddie was coming with a wail, ropes of cum splattering his chest and stomach, some even reaching the stubble on his chin. Chris fucked him through it with a devious smile until the singer collapsed, his body giving out.
Chris let Eddie catch his breath before he got up and untied his hands and the blindfold over his eyes. Eddie’s looked ready to pass out, his eyes lidded. Chris found a towel nearby and threw it at his head.
“Clean yourself up so we can go get a burger - I’m starving” he said as if nothing had happened.
Eddie just growled at him as he struggled to get out of the chair, limbs seemingly devoid of any blood. After a few attempts, he simply melted out of the chair onto the floor. Chris made for the door of the recording booth.
“Can you at least hand me my shorts, dickhead?”
Chris threw the shorts at his face and left the room.
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Three days later, they were back in the studio, Mike recodring some guitar stuff while Stone and Chris looked on in the control room.
Eddie walked in with a couple pizza’s and a 12 pack.
“Oh Eddie, thought you’d never show up,” Chris looked over his shoulder
“Hand me a beer, yea?” Stone asked. Eddie threw them each a can and plopped down on the couch with his own.
“Oh by the way,” Chris reached into his pocket and produced a casette tape that he tossed over to his friend. “Pop that in your walkman when you have chance, let me know what you tihnk.”
Eddie read the label outloud.
“‘Eddie’s song’? Aww, Christopher, are you writing me love ballads on your spare time?” he teased.
Chris rolled his eyes and laughed him off with ease, grabbing a piece of pizza. “Shut up, you’d love it if I did.”
Everyone went back to doing what they were doing. Eddie, sat back with his feet up and grabbed the walkman he always kept around the studio. He popped in the tape Chris had given him and hit play.
“Hey babe” it was Chris’ voice. “I made this the other night, and mixed it over the weekend, I hope you don’t mind” What the hell could this be? Eddie thought.
Just as he was taking a swig of beer, the sound of his own voice, moaning and begging hit his ears. Beer went flying against the back of Stone’s head as Eddie choked in surprise, immediately remembering the night three days ago. The other guys turned to look at him, concern on their faces.
“Jesus, Eddie, are you okay?” Stone asked
Eddie could only cough, trying to motion to Stone to stay where he was, god forbid he hear the noises that were coming out of his headphones.
“What was that about?” Chris said, feining innocence - really well if he could say so himself - once Eddie had caught his breath. The singer’s eyes were wide, he looked from Chris, to Stone, to Mike, heat rising in his cheeks.
“Um…no-nothing. I um… I think I left the car on” he said awkwardly, and ran out of the room.
Stone looked accusingly at Chris.
“Dammit Chris, what did you do? Now he’s gonna be all squirrelly for that dumb MTV interview we have later.” the guitarist grumbled at him.
“Me? I didn’t do anything”