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Eddie was 8 hours into his shift when he knocked on apartment 3C’s door at around 10pm, holding a large pizza box and a bottle of Sprite. He could hear movement behind the door, light footsteps, bare against wooden floor. A bit of a delay, like the guy on the other side had to compose himself before opening up.
The door creaked open.
A guy, flushed, shirt askew, peeked out from behind it. His hair was tousled, his lips a little pink, and his pupils wide and glassy. His white t-shirt was wrinkled and clinging to his chest, and then his shorts…
Yeah. They had a very visible wet spot clinging right to the front.
Eddie blinked. “Delivery for.. Steve?”
The guy grinned, lazy and lopsided. “Yep. That’s me.”
He took the box with both hands, fingers brushing against Eddie’s. There was a tiny hiccup that bounced out of his chest, and he giggled softly as he noticed Eddie’s eyes drop to the damp patch on his shorts.
“Oh, shit.” Steve glanced down, then backs up with a shameless little smile. “Okay, listen. I didn’t pee myself. I’m not, like, a toddler or whatever.”
Eddie looked back up at him. The guy was clearly drunk. Or stoned. Probably both. “Alrighty, uhm well-“
“No, I like, just came. Kinda got carried away. It’s, um. It’s been a long night.”
Eddie let out a breathy laugh, unsure whether to be mortified for him or impressed with the honesty. “Right. Sure. Happens.”
Steve’s eyes sparkled. “You say that like it doesn’t happen to you.”
“Not usually before pizza.”
“Well, you’re missing out,” Steve said with a wink, stepping back slightly. “Shit—I forgot your tip. Hang on, don’t go anywhere.”
And then he turned around and walked off, barefoot, shorts riding way too high.
—And yeah, he was absolutely exaggerating the sway of his hips. It was obvious, but, Eddie’s eyes still lingered.
It took longer than the usual customer did for the guy to come back. When he did, Steve handed him two neatly folded five-dollar bills and offered another sheepish grin.
“You’re really cute,” he said simply, like it was a fact. “Thanks for not making it weird.”
Eddie shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Hey, you already handled that for me.”
Steve laughed, then glanced at Eddies name tag, biting his lip. “Hope you have a good night, Eddie.”
“Yeah. You too, man.”
Eddie turned and walked back down the steps, heart thudding slightly for reasons he didn’t totally understand. In the van, he pulled the bills from his pocket to slip them into his wallet.
A sticky note fluttered out from between the folds.
Call me ◡̈
(xxx) xxx-xxxx
— Steve
Eddie stared at it. Then laughed once under his breath and shook his head.
He didn’t want to call or text. Not right away.
He just… held the sticky note between two fingers and stared at it like it might disappear.
Steve.
The name was scrawled in thick black marker, same as the numbers. Eddie could still hear the guy’s voice, all teasing and airy “You’re cute.” He could still see the little wet spot on those shorts. Still see the way he’d turned around slowly, lazily, like he knew exactly how hypnotic he was.
Eddie snorted to himself, pocketed the number, and didn’t look at it again for the rest of his shift.
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A week later..
When he got home, shoes kicked off, hat thrown somewhere near the bed, he flopped down with a groan and pulled out the note that had been in stuck in his mind for what felt like forever. The sticky note was a little crumpled, but the number was still clear.
His fingers hovered over his phone keyboard for a second. Then he typed the number in and just… sent a text.
Eddie: hey. it’s pizza guy.
Well he’s surely not gonna answer right away —
Ding
Oh. Okay.
Steve: omgg hiii
Steve: i was wondering if u were gonna text cuz it’s been like 4everr
Steve: aww wait were u 2 scared?
Eddie raised an eyebrow.
Eddie: scared of what??
Eddie: a dude who tips wirh his number??
Steve: RUDE
Steve: i tipped u a very good $10!! and the number is like a xtra treat for being cute or whateva. :P
Eddie: hmm ok sure
Steve: so how was the rest of your night
Steve: any more customers forget to wear underwear that night?
Eddie: none as memorable as you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.
Steve: it is
Steve: i am
Steve: i’m not subtle.
Eddie grinned, warm all over. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled the covers up over his stomach.
Eddie: what are you doing right now
Steve: laying in bed
Steve: half naked
Steve: wondering when we’re fucking
Steve: cause i’m v horny
Steve: very*
Eddie’s stomach flipped. He sat up a little, bit his lip.
Eddie: you’re blunt, huh?
Steve: no point in playing it cool
Steve: i wanna get dicked down and you have dick. simple math. ;))
Eddie laughed, cheeks hot.
Eddie: so… what’re you wearing, exactly
Steve: u asking for a pic?
Eddie: if you’re offering
Steve: well i already told u i was half naked but okk.. ;)
It took less than a minute.
The photo came through with a soft chime, and Eddie’s entire body stiffened.
Steve was on his bed, lying on his side. One hand tucked under his chin, the other holding the phone, tongue sticking out playfully between his teeth. His thighs were front and center, milky and fuzzy, dappled with scattered moles. They were barely covered by the edges of some impossibly tight light gray shorts. The kind of shorts that looked sprayed on, like they’d roll up with a single shift of his hips.
His cheeks were flushed pink, hair mussed, lips glossy. Like he’d already been playing with himself before Eddie even texted.
Eddie swore under his breath.
Eddie: what’s your address again?
Steve: [XXXXXXXXX]
Steve: door is open 😇
Eddie: you better be ready for me
Steve: u better bring me smth to b ready 4
⸻
Eddie didn’t even bother changing out of his uniform.
He drove across town with his palm pressed against the front of his jeans, brain full of tiny shorts, giggles and cum stains.
By the time he got there, his heart was pounding.
He knocked. He suddenly felt dumb.
Steve opened the door in the same exact outfit from the photo. No shame. No hesitation. Just standing there in those little gray shorts, bouncing slightly on his heels like he’d been pacing while he waited.
“I told you the door was open,” Steve said, like they were old friends.
“I know,” Eddie breathed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Steve grinned. “You gonna come in, or are you gonna keep drooling on my porch?”
Eddie stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him.
There was no awkward small talk. Steve reached for him like it was instinct, pulling him in by the collar and pressing their mouths together before Eddie could get another word out. His lips were soft, needy, tasting like cherry soda and weed. Eddie melted.
Steve giggled into the kiss, breath hot. “Mmm. You smell like mozzarella.”
“Shut up,” Eddie groaned.
And then they were fumbling toward the bedroom, bumping into walls, pulling at each other’s clothes. Eddie’s hands slipped down Steve’s shorts, starting to stroke his already hard cock slowly.
Steve’s fingers worked at Eddie’s belt, pulling it free with a little victorious noise.
Eddie shoved him onto the bed.
Steve landed with a thump and a gasp, legs spread, hair splayed out messily around his flushed face. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he panted. “Get your pants off. Now.”
Eddie obliged, stripping fast, his cock hard and aching.
Steve sat up on his elbows and stared. “Jesus. You’re not fucking around.”
“Not when I’ve got a horny little brat begging to get split open,” Eddie growled.
Steve’s breath caught. “I’m not begging.”
“Not yet,” Eddie said, crawling onto the bed.
He tugged those shorts down slowly, dragging them over Steve’s hips and thighs until they slipped off entirely, leaving him bare and slick and already leaking.
Eddie dropped to his stomach and buried his face between Steve’s thighs. Licked a long, slow stripe from his hole to his cock, sucking the tip between his lips until Steve gasped.
“Oh—fuck—fuck, Eddie—”
“Yeah?” Eddie mumbled, mouthing at his balls. “That good?”
Steve’s hips bucked. “Yes—fuck, I’m gonna—”
Eddie pulled back with a wicked grin. “Not yet.”
He grabbed a condom from his wallet, rolled it on with shaky hands, and lined himself up.
Steve reached down, spreading his cheeks with both hands. “C’mon. I’ve been waiting for, like, an hour.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, then pushed in slow. Inch by inch. Watching Steve’s mouth fall open, eyes rolling back.
“You okay?” he asked, breathless.
Steve nodded fast. “More.”
So Eddie gave him more.
Started slow. Let Steve feel every grind, every drag of his cock inside him. Steve clung to the sheets, moaning, legs wrapped around Eddie’s waist.
“God, you’re tight,” Eddie panted. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
Steve whimpered. “Harder. Please.”
Eddie gritted his teeth and started fucking him in earnest, hips slapping against bare skin, hands digging into Steve’s waist. Steve was a mess underneath him, flushed and sweaty and babbling nonsense.
“So good—so fucking big—fuck—Eddie, I’m—”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me?” Eddie growled, reaching down to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
Steve choked on a sob. “Yes—yes, fuck, I—!”
He came hard, back arching off the bed, thick ropes spilling over Eddie’s knuckles and his own chest.
Eddie followed seconds later with a low groan, hips stuttering as he emptied into the condom.
They stayed tangled together for a moment, gasping. Eddie rolled off to the side and peeled the condom off, tying it off and tossing it into the trash.
Steve turned toward him, eyes half-lidded.
“So…” he said, voice hoarse. “You free tomorrow?”
Eddie laughed. “I deliver until midnight.”
Steve grinned. “Guess I’ll have to order something.”
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finnn!!