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Fifteen Addictions: ‘Treasured Echoes’ Megastars Reunite for New Blockbuster Series
By Kara Perkins, Entertainment Weekly editor-at-large

Do you remember where you were when the final scene faded to black on the series finale of Treasured Echoes?

I do.

I recall in vivid detail every moment of that bone-chilling finale episode — the dread, the angst, the fear, the laughter through tears. Frankly, a more fitting and beautiful ending for the beloved long-running series evades the imagination. Showrunner Sarah Pritchett made it her mission to see that fans were left satisfied while still longing for more … More from these delightfully endearing characters she crafted from whole cloth, more of the beautifully written comedic beats and heartfelt moments peppered throughout the complex and gutting character arcs of this beloved troupe of misfits. Set in the fictional Midwestern small town of Luna Beach (hilariously named despite being located in land-locked Kansas), Pritchett brought these stories and richly crafted characters into our homes, into our lives, and into the very fabric of the American lexicon through her uncanny ability to tap into the psyche of her band of seemingly ordinary small town twenty-somethings just trying to find their paths in life.

The truth is, a series like Treasured Echoes typically comes around once in a lifetime. It’s like catching lightning in a bottle, as the saying goes — and seldom are we afforded the good fortune of a repeat performance. The critically acclaimed NetStream original series (yes, the awards total for its five-season run has now surpassed triple digits!) has proven to be the catalyst for launching countless successful careers both behind and in front of the camera, and Pritchett is set to do it all again with the premiere of her new dark and gritty crime series, Fifteen Addictions.

I am among the lucky few journalists and industry insiders who were granted access to view the first four episodes of this groundbreaking new series, and Dear Reader — you are not prepared. Pritchett has done it yet again, delivering humor and angst in equal measure in this dark and twisted, yet also incredibly lovely tale.

And the good news for all of us is that she isn’t forging this new path alone.

If you have spent any time on social media over the last eighteen months, you’ve surely been exposed (in at the very least a peripheral manner) to the mutterings, rumors, ‘exclusive scoops,’ and behind-the-scenes paparazzi stealth shots captured from afar as the cast and crew have been tirelessly filming the inaugural season of Fifteen Addictions, the finer details of the plot of which have seemingly been kept a more closely guarded secret than the nuclear codes. Even press availability at NetStream’s recent, highly selective invitation-only media event promoting the show has been strictly regimented and heavily warned against spoilers.

Despite the intense security, I did have an opportunity to spend some time with the series’ two leading men at NetStream’s recent media event, and yes, Dear Reader — the duo we’ve all come to know and love as Brian Peterson and Alex (‘Lex’) Ouillette, the illustrious and beloved ne’er-do-well residents of Luna Beach are back in front of Pritchett’s cameras once again in what will undoubtedly be another blockbuster in the NetStream catalogue.

Steve Harrington is set to play Adam Tomberlin, one half of Fifteen Addictions’ leading duo, while Eddie Munson will be portraying Nick Elmore, the yin to his yang. Character names are the only details I’ve been fully cleared to share in advance of the premiere (the media blackout for this series is seriously robust!), but unless you’ve been living under a large boulder in the woods or stranded on a deserted island for the past eighteen months, you’re likely no stranger to the news of Harrington and Munson’s casting in the project.

Landing Munson and Harrington for another series was a huge get for Pritchett, as development and promotion for Fifteen Addictions began shortly after airing the first episode of season five of Treasured Echoes. But as they say, a winning hand is a winning hand.

My interview with Munson and Harrington appears below in its entirety.

KP: Thanks so much for taking the time to speak with me today! I feel I have to get the obligatory fan-girling out of the way right off the bat. I’m a huge fan of both of you, and though we’re here to talk about Fifteen Addictions, I can’t let this opportunity slip by without telling you how deeply connected I felt to your characters in Treasured Echoes. If you’ll indulge me for just a brief moment, what can you tell your fans out there about what the experience of being part of that series meant to you?

SH: Professionally? It was huge. Epic. I mean, I had landed a few bit parts and commercials as a young starving artist out in LA, but nobody had any clue who I was when Echoes came around. So, yeah. It was my first big role. So it’s meant everything to my career. Brian Peterson was the catalyst. On a personal level, it has been … profound, in a word. Yeah. Let’s go with profound.

EM: I’d say the same, really. Profound is a good way to put it. It was life-changing. Career-making. Though my experience was quite different from Stevie’s here. I mean, what? You were waiting tables when you got the call, right?

SH: Yeah. Yep, I was actually working a shift when I got the news. Walked out immediately after I got the call. Which in hindsight was monumentally stupid — I was only meant to be in the first two episodes.

EM: Right. And then you came in like a hurricane and managed to land a featured part. Charming devil that you are. For me it was a bit different — I had a few more gigs under my belt when I was cast in the role. But I was pretty much unknown for the most part. And I didn’t have as long with Lex as Stevie here did with Brian, having only arrived at the party for the final season. But it still changed everything for me. My breakout role, as they say. I’m immensely grateful for Lex Ouillette.

KP: What was the biggest adjustment or shock to the system for you both as the public fell in love with your characters? You only had limited screen time together throughout the season, but your characters are fan favorites. Especially together. That chemistry? Just … Wow.

SH/EM in unison: The fans

KP: The fans? How so?

EM: Well, for me it really hit home when we did our first fan convention together. You remember that, Stevie?

SH, laughing: Oh yes. I definitely do.

EM: So, like I said — It was a bit different for me since my character was only introduced in the final season. Steve and the rest of the cast, they had been to a few cons already so it was not quite as new to them as it was for me. But — I was not prepared, let’s just say.

KP: Pretty passionate fandom, huh?

EM: Very. I was floored. And at first it really threw me for a loop, you know? But after a while — and it’s continued on since we wrapped the show — I mean, it’s been years now and the fans’ appetite for these characters does not seem to have waned — I came to realize that these characters, these stories? They actually MEAN something to these people. For whatever reason. And sometimes it’s profound and deeply personal to them. That’s every actor’s dream, really. Something we just do as a matter of course in a workday and it makes an impact so strongly that they’re spending their precious resources — time, energy, and money — to come and interact with us? And sometimes even dressed as their favorite character? That’s a gift. I mean, something we did on screen was impactful enough for them to do all of that? And for us, it was probably just an ordinary Thursday afternoon. That’s wild, man. Hard to get the ol’ head around it sometimes.

SH: Absolutely agree. It’s a tremendous gift.

KP: Is that a lot to carry?

SH: Sometimes, maybe. But I wouldn’t change it. To answer your initial question … I’d say that the more difficult aspect for me to get my head around is how for some of the fans of the show, the impression seems to be that we carry these characters with us in our day to day, even after the show concludes. And that’s simply not the case. Steve Harrington is not Brian Peterson. These are jobs, just like any other job. And when it’s finished, we move on. Like now — I’m playing this new role as Adam Tomberlin. But that’s a delicate balance, a fine line to tread. Because we’d be in very different places — all of us in this industry — without those dedicated people out there watching and engaging with what we do.

KP: I imagine that would be challenging. Just one more question about Echoes if I may…

EM: Sure thing — fire away.

KP: So Steve, I hear that you are famously ‘offline’ — is that true?

SH: One hundred percent accurate.

EM: I have no idea how you do that, man.

SH: What? It’s SUPER easy to not do something. You just don’t do it.

KP: Wait, what? Literally no social media at all?

SH: None

EM: Oh my god, Steve. At least get an Instagram account, I’m begging you.

KP: Wow. That’s really surprising, to be honest. Well since you’re not on social media, you may or may not have seen any of this or hold an opinion on it. But I’m curious if you have any thoughts about the impact your on-screen pairing has had on fanworks?

SH: Fanworks? I’m not following.

EM: For the love of god Steve. You’re thirty, not 85.

SH: Shut it, Munson. You were saying, Kara?

KP: Well, as you know, despite having less than an hour total screen time together, the fan base has been captivated with your characters and your on-screen chemistry. Are you both aware that there are now over 34,000 pieces of fan fiction featuring your characters? That’s really remarkable.

SH: I’m sorry? 34,000 pieces of what?

EM: Jesus Christ Steven. I’ll explain it to you later.

SH: No, wait. Hang on — what are we talking about here exactly?

KP: Fan fiction. Stories and other works — sometimes art or poetry as well — featuring characters from popular media. In your case, featuring Brian and Alex. Fans base their works on your characters. They even have a ship name for you both.

SH: A ship name?

EM: Oh my god Steve. Seriously.

KP: Yes. A relationship name. Usually a portmanteau of both names — think Bennifer or Brangelina.

SH: No way. And they have that for our characters?

EM: Jesus, Steve. How have you not heard of this? BriLex, dude!

SH: Okay, so they’ve made us a couple? That’s actually really sweet. But no, I’ve never heard of this. I don’t think that sort of thing is for us though, is it?

EM: Dude. Not “US,” man. Brian and Lex.

SH: Oh, screw you. What the hell does that mean? You should be so lucky to get with me.

EM: No argument there, baby. But yeah, our characters. We really need to get you online more.

SH: Nah, I’m good. I don’t think that’s something we should be looking at though. Doesn’t feel like it’s meant for us. Is that what you were asking, Kara?

KP: It was. So you wouldn’t read fan fiction about your characters?

EM: Hell, I read it all the time.

SH: What? You do?

EM: Sure I do! There are some crazy talented people out there, man. Some of this stuff is brilliantly written. I love it. Read it every chance I get, actually.

KP: It gets rather spicy though sometimes. Does that impact your view at all?

EM: Hell no! Look — this is how I see it. People out there care enough about these characters to take time and effort and energy to create these gorgeous, beautiful pieces, based on work that we’ve done? That’s to be celebrated. So yes — I read it. I love it. Besides, have you seen this guy? I would’ve wifed him up a long time ago but we were both always involved with other people.

KP: Oh wow. Okay — you do realize you’ve just made the dreams of countless fanfic authors come true with those sentiments?

EM: I absolutely do, Kara. I absolutely do.

SH: We’re both single now, for the record.

KP: Okay! Wow — this is not the scoop I was expecting to get in this interview! Okay, so let’s talk Fifteen Addictions. I know you can't say much — we’ll steer clear of spoiler territory here — but what can you say about this new project?

EM: Well, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever been a part of. It’s raw. Gritty. Unapologetic.

SH: Definitely agree with all of that. Anyone expecting to see Brian and Lex in these new characters Adam and Nick will definitely be surprised. But it’s some of our best work, in my opinion. The writing is stellar.

EM: Absolutely stellar. And just the scale of the thing. It’s a very ambitious project.

KP: Okay, well, I see we’re at the end of our time and there are about 30 other journalists out there waiting to speak with you. Thank you both for taking the time to chat with me today — it’s been truly incredible. And if I may — I've been lucky enough to watch the first four episodes and I was completely blown away. I can’t wait for the full series to come out.

SH: Thank you — that’s very kind of you to say.

EM: It’s been our pleasure, truly.

Fifteen Addictions will premiere this coming Saturday with the airing of episodes one and two on NetStream. The remainder of the season will be released in weekly installments. Fanfic authors take note.

“Hey man,” Steve greets as Eddie opens his front door to welcome him in. “You read our interview yet? I brought a copy of the magazine in case you haven’t,” he says as he taps a rolled-up magazine against Eddie’s chest.

“Dude, you really need to work on this whole computer embargo bullshit you’ve got going on. Of course I’ve read it. I read it online, like the rest of the civilized world. Fuck sake,” Eddie says with a chuckle as he takes the magazine from Steve’s grasp. “Come on in. Pizza’s coming any minute now. Want a beer?”

“Yeah, sure. A beer sounds good,” Steve says as he shrugs out of his jacket and hangs it on the hook by the front door. He toes off his shoes and follows Eddie into the kitchen.

“Kara did a really nice job on the article. She’s definitely one of the good ones,” Eddie says as he pops the cap on two beers, handing one to Steve with a wink.

“Yeah, definitely. We saw so much press that day I had nearly forgotten a lot of what we talked about though. Reading it was a little bit of an eye opener, to be honest.”

“Come on, let’s go sit in the living room. Did you bring your pages?” Eddie asks, beckoning a nodding Steve to follow him out of the kitchen. They’ve already started rehearsals for the second season of Fifteen Addictions, so they’ve decided to get together to review the script. It’s been a whirlwind since the first season wrapped, and NetStream immediately inked a deal for three additional seasons as soon as the first three episodes were edited. Eddie knew as soon as he read the first script that the show would take off, so the additional commitment came to nobody’s real surprise. He takes a seat on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table. “Which parts?”

“Sorry?”

“Which parts of the interview did you forget about? Though I think I might have an idea,” Eddie says with a wink as he sips his beer.

“The fan fiction stuff, man. That shit is nuts. 34,000?”

“It’s over 34,800 now.”

“Get the fuck out of here. It’s been a fucking week!”

“Yeah. I know. It’s kind of amazing, isn’t it?”

“Do you really read that stuff?” Steve asks, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“'Course I do, Stevie. It’s fucking hot as hell, man! You really don’t?”

“Can’t believe you’re asking me that,” Steve says, laughing. “I wouldn’t have the first clue how to even find it. All the shit you give me about how chronically offline I am and you think I could find fan fiction about … LexBri or whatever the fuck she called it.”

“Okay, first off, it’s BriLex. You Neanderthal. And secondly … valid point about you and your piss-poor internet presence. I still don’t get how you could possibly not have any social media. It’s like … insane. So much of everyday life and business is conducted online, man. I mean, I know I’ve had more than one acting gig come my way through socials.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Steve says as he leans forward, a twinkle in his eye. “I have socials. But you’re literally the only person outside of my family and my best friend who knows that. I just tell everyone that I don’t.”

“Seriously, dude? What the hell?” Eddie laughs, shoving Steve’s shoulder goodheartedly. “Why?”

“I never have to weigh in on any of the internet drama this way,” Steve replies with a shrug. “But seriously, nobody hears about this. You know how some of these people are, man. Some self-proclaimed internet sleuth will make it their mission to figure out my handle and then …” Steve snaps his fingers, “it’s over.”

“Damn, dude. You had me thoroughly convinced.”

“Yeah, well. I’m a brilliant actor, what can I say?”

“That you are,” Eddie says as the doorbell rings. “Okay then. Pizza’s here. Eat here or in the kitchen?”

“I’m good wherever — it’s your place, man. Whatever you want is fine by me,” Steve says with a shrug.

“Don’t tell me whatever I want, Stevie. You might not be prepared for what that looks like.”

Eddie grabs the pizza at the door and some plates and napkins from the kitchen before returning to find Steve scrolling through his phone, an adorable crinkle in his brow.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he sets the pizza on the table and takes a seat beside Steve on the couch.

“Hm? Oh, nothing. Just …”

“You’re trying to find BriLex smut aren’t you? Oh my god — you ARE!” Eddie says, cackling as he peeks at Steve's screen. “You can’t just GOOGLE it, man. Fuck sake! You might actually have socials and all, but holy hell you’re clueless.”

“Fuck off. There’s almost 40,000 of these things out there, according to you. And also according to you, it’s hot. So … yeah. I’m curious, okay?”

“Okay, okay. First off, you need an ao3 account to get full access. Some authors make their stuff available only to registered users. But hang on a sec — I have a few pulled up already on my iPad.” Eddie hands Steve a plate and a napkin before getting up to grab his iPad from the kitchen counter. “Grab yourself a slice — I’ll be right back.”

“What the fuck is ao3?” Steve calls out as he takes a slice of pizza and settles in on the couch.

“Jesus Christ, Harrington. Archive of Our Own. It’s … like a huge online library for fanworks. There’s literally millions of entries.”

“Just for smut?”

“It’s not ALL smut, you heathen,” Eddie says, chuckling. “Plenty of stuff on there is rated G or PG-13, for your information. But yeah. There’s loads of smut. Good smut. Amazing smut, actually.”

“And … what? I don’t get it. They just like … put us in sexy situations, but in the context of the show?”

“Sometimes, sure,” Eddie shrugs as he takes a bite from a slice of pizza, “But it can be anything, really. Sometimes its in the context of the show, sure. Other times … hell, it can be literally anything you can imagine. Rock stars. Mobsters. Aliens. Cowboys. Actors. Porn Stars. Just regular twenty-somethings, but in another setting. Old married couple. You name it, it’s out there. But it’s not US though, Stevie. It’s Bri and Lex. And there’s a big difference, believe me. If it was us it would be Real Person Fiction — which I really don’t care for. The fandom stuff is fun though. It’s really fucking hot, for real.”

“Okay yeah, I get that. For ease of discussion can we just agree that if I say ‘us’ I know already that its Bri and Lex? I don’t need the constant explanation, trust me.”

“Such a brat. As usual,” Eddie laughs.

“And you read this stuff regularly, do you? Is it your ‘special alone time’ material, Ed?”

“Are you asking me if I jack off to stories about fictional me fucking fictional you?” Eddie asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Steve says with a grin as he tosses the remnants of his pizza crust onto his plate and settles back in his seat, sipping his beer. “What was it you told Kara? Oh, that’s right. I remember now — you wanted to wife me up, wasn’t that it?”

“Oh fuck off, you know I’ve been half in love with your juicy, sarcastic ass for years. Dickhead. It’s never been an option in all the time we’ve known one another. You were with what’s-his-face and I was with Jason. Anyhow — doesn’t matter. To answer your question, yes. I’ve been known to save some of the juicier bits for the ol’ spank bank. Trust me, if you decide to read any of it you’ll understand.”

“I don’t even know where to start. Why don’t you read one to me?”

“You want me to read you porn,” Eddie says, his eyebrow cocked.

“Sure, why not? I’m not really in the mood for running lines tonight, and besides we have plenty of time for that. And you have me beyond curious. So read me one of your favorites. Come on, it’ll be fun. Consider it an acting exercise.”

“An acting exercise. Right.”

“Hey — maybe you’ll get into voiceover work at some point. I can critique your delivery or whatever. Come on, stud. Dazzle me with your porn.”

“You know what — fuck it, why not. Okay. Why don’t you grab us a couple of waters and some more beers and I’ll find a good one to introduce you to the vast and wonderful world of fan fiction.”

“Don’t disappoint me now,” Steve says with a smirk over his shoulder as he heads off to the kitchen. “After all this buildup it better be fucking good.”

“You know,” Eddie calls after him, “I don’t think you’ve really thought this through, Stevie-boy. You’re gonna get yourself all horned up and then what?”

Steve returns from the kitchen, bottles in hand, and flops down on the couch. He grins at Eddie and passes him a fresh beer as Eddie perches cross-legged at the end of the couch, iPad resting in his lap.

“Dunno. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there, I guess. Maybe I’m just interested to see where this goes. You know, since you clearly want me and all.”

“Clearly,” Eddie says with a smile as he opens the bottle. “And also for the record, I am extremely okay with you taking care of business when you inevitably get hard from this. Kind of desperate to see it, actually. But can we agree that you’ll play by my rules when that happens?”

“Uh … sure, I guess. You’re awfully confident, by the way. But yeah, I’m game I guess. But what do you mean by rules, exactly?”

“When you get hard — and you will, I am certain of it — you can’t come until I say. There’s a few fics I want to introduce you too and we can’t have you busting too early. Whaddya say?”

“You want me to edge myself?”

“I really REALLY do,” Eddie replies as he leans forward. “What say you, Harrington?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, you know what — that actually sounds amazing,” Steve says breathlessly.

“Perfect. Now make yourself comfortable for story time,” he says with a wink as he clears his throat. “Okay, let’s begin. This first excerpt is from a fic called Devil’s King.”

“First one?” Steve says, giggling. “How many are you gonna read?”

“Depends on how many times you wanna come, Stevie boy. Now hush. Let daddy cook.”

Steve groans softly as he makes himself comfortable, settling comfortably against the arm of the couch as he faces Eddie, one leg crooked underneath himself. Eddie smiles to himself as he takes note of Steve’s reaction to ‘daddy’ and the faint hint of blush coloring Steve’s cheeks.

This is affecting him already. Good.

“As I was saying, Devil’s King. Our heroes Brian and Lex are porn stars in this one.”

“Porn stars, huh? How appropriate.”

“Shut up and let me read,” Eddie scolds as he tucks a loose curl behind his ear and begins to read, his voice dropping to a lower register. If he’s going to put in all this effort to advance Steve’s burgeoning interest in fan fiction, he’s definitely gonna sell it.

“I like it when you can’t sass me,” Lex purred. Bri lifted his head to glare unseeingly, but the message must have delivered because Lex laughed again. “Jesus H. Christ, what did I do in my past life to deserve you, huh?”

Bri huffed, but his face heated. The click of whatever Lex used to control the vibration sounded, sending sparks skipping up Bri’s spine until he dropped his head again.

“You like that?” Lex asked, cheek pressed to Bri’s arm. He was watching him. Watching his reactions. Fuck.

Bri had so many things he wanted to say, but he almost appreciated being rendered mute. He didn’t have to think about what to say. Lex understood his garbled intonations even if he pretended not to. When he replaced his hand on Bri’s length, he didn’t need to ask, “Is it good, baby?” as incomprehensible noises fell from Bri, but he did, and it all consumed Bri, the toy, the hand, the voice. “That’s a good boy, get yourself off in my hand with that plug shoved up your ass. So pretty. So perfect.”

Chasing orgasm became everything. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Bri knew he must look the sluttiest he ever had, but it wasn’t his job to think right then. He was Lex’s good boy. There was no need to think about anything but coming.

It didn’t take long. Bri panted, thrusts growing sharp and short and saliva pooling on his arms where he buried his face. Lex thumbed over the slit and squeezed the head with every plunge. When Bri came, it rocked through him like an earthquake with the thrumming from within relentless on his nerves, fraying them until they snapped and he cried. His face was drenched in sweat and tears and spit. The orgasm wouldn’t release him. Come dribbled out of him in weakening spurts.

Hushing praise into Bri’s ear, Lex finally powered down the vibrator so his spasms faded and he could breathe again. “Here,” Lex said. “Sit down—carefully. Catch your breath.” He rolled Bri toward him, making space for him and lowering him gingerly so as not to slam on the butt plug.

The sticky dampness on his face and neck was uncomfortable, but Bri lacked the energy to do anything about it. Letting Lex murmur sweetly to him and massage and kiss and lick was enough for now.

“You did amazing. So proud of you. My cute, sweet boy. Would you like the blindfold off?”

Bri nodded, and a moment later blinked against the light—only two lamps, but they might as well have been two suns after that total darkness.

Lex reached across for a corner of the towel to dry Bri’s face. “Got intense, didn’t it?”

“Mmf,” Bri mumbled. Lex was so pretty. His eyes were black with arousal but soft, and a thin sheen of sweat made him glow in the warm light. Bri could watch him for hours. Just stare at him. He didn’t need to be doing anything, he was just handsome, and he was Brian’s. Jesus H. Christ, what did I do in my past life to deserve you? Lex had asked. Bri wondered that of himself.

Brushing hair from Bri’s brow, Lex asked, “Are you okay to keep the gag? It’s not hurting you?”

Bri snapped green.

“Seriously, how did I land you?”

Bri waggled his eyebrows.

“You doing okay there, Stevie?” Eddie asks smugly, pausing as he takes stock of Steve’s condition. He’s obviously hard, the line of his cock clearly visible through his jeans.

“Doing fine,” Steve says softly, his gaze fixed on Eddie’s face.

“Good. It’s hot as hell, huh?”

Steve nods, his breath catching in his throat. “Very. You were definitely not exaggerating. But I’m totally fine.”

“Yeah? You sure about that? You look a little uncomfortable there,” Eddie says with a knowing nod to Steve’s crotch. “Feel free to do something about that as I continue. I’m all bricked up over here myself, actually.”

Steve glares at him for a beat before reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, a soft groan escaping him involuntarily as he takes a moment to open his fly and free his aching cock from its confines.

“Good boy,” Eddie coos as he watches with approval. “Go ahead and get comfortable, baby. There’s some lube in the drawer of that end table if you need it too.”

“You know, I’m beginning to wonder if getting me sprawled out on your couch with my cock out wasn’t your plan all along,” Steve snarks as he begrudgingly reaches to retrieve the lube from the drawer. “And also why do you have lube in your living room?”

“First off, how could this have been my plan? Kara was the one who mentioned it at the press event, and second — you brought it up tonight. And third,” Eddie continues with a grin, “I like to be prepared. So unless you’d rather jerk it dry, go ahead and get comfortable again and quit being a fucking brat. Actually … you should lose the pants entirely. Want to watch you jerk off as I finish this scene. Then we can read another.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he strips out of his jeans and underwear and resumes his position on the couch. “Yes, Sir,” he grouses, a bratty little smirk on his face.

“Good boy,” Eddie praises, taking note of the obvious reaction he gets in return. “Now be a good boy and touch yourself while I read the rest of this scene,” he says as he drops his voice again and picks up where he left off.

Snorting, Lex beamed down at him. “Seems like you’re getting your energy back. Guess I better get back to it before you start trying to snark at me through the gag.”

Brian snarked at him through the gag.

Barking a laugh, Lex lunged, tangling an arm under Bri’s leg and hauling him over to straddle his lap. Bri’s knees and thighs protested at being pretzeled back into almost the same position, but Lex held most of his weight. Palms slipped up and down Bri’s sides. When he began unbuttoning his top, Lex swatted at his hands. “You look cute in just the shirt.”

Bri glared and plucked at his drool-stained collar.

“Hey, that’s on you. I didn’t tell you to get all sloppy,” Lex teased. Bri seethed until Lex rutting his hips. “C’mon. Lemme fuck you like this. Besides, if you take it off, you’ll just drool all down your front and—actually…”

Rolling his eyes, Bri smacked Lex’s chest and circled a finger in the air to get a move on.

“How can you still be bossy with a gag in your mouth?” Lex groused, trapping Bri’s hips in a vice and grinding up into him, a reminder of the toy still inside where it poked his oversensitivity, made him gasp. With Bri sufficiently stupefied, Lex reached to the end table, unspooling a black rope. “Gonna tie your wrists together in front of you so you can put your arms around my neck and still snap if you need to. Can I get a color on that?” There was something vulnerable in Lex’s expression, and Bri realized he was hesitant. This was similar to the position they’d been in when Bri had safeworded for the first time. Lex was worried. Everything in Bri melted. Lex called Bri perfect, but maybe it was that they were perfect together. How Bri hadn’t realized before—well, Robin had always called him a dingus for a reason.

In a burst of foolishness or courage or possibly both, Bri patted green on Lex’s cheek. After the shock faded, it brewed into something gleefully dangerous. There was that beast. Hungry and annoyed, it paced in the shadows of Lex’s gaze.

“Give me your hands,” Lex commanded. He bound them in confident, controlled motions then smoothed up Bri’s arms, down his back to scoop under his ass and urge the plug deeper.

Bri screwed his eyes shut and pressed both hands over Lex’s heart. The removal process was long and agonizing as Lex took his time and played, wiggling the base and pushing and pulling just to torment. By the time it popped out, Bri’s erection had rallied. When Lex placed the device on the end table, Bri got his first look at the sleek, black design. It was fat and glistened with lube. Bri couldn’t believe it had fit inside him. He panted, eyelids heavy and hips rocking as Lex’s fingers tested his hole, still gaping and raw and slick.

“You want me in you, Brian?”

Eager nodding.

“Yeah? Undo my pants, baby.”

The restraints made it awkward, but with a little fumbling, Lex’s cock joined Bri’s, straining tall and swollen with need. Lex tore off his T-shirt and tossed it over the back of the sofa. Glancing between Lex’s eyes and his dick, Bri cradled it with both hands in question.

Lex grinned. “Go on. Put it in if you’re so desperate for it. Better lube me up first, although maybe you can take me no problem after that thing.” His eyes cut to the butt plug.

Teeth stabbing into the bit, Bri cast around for the lube until Lex unearthed it from between the cushions. Bri made quick, inelegant work of spreading it down the length because he just needed him inside. More awkwardness with the bindings and angle, but Bri soon seated himself in Lex’s lap with a few undulations of his hips and looped his arms around Lex’s neck. They couldn’t kiss, so he knocked his brow tenderly against Lex’s while they adjusted.

“So good, babe,” Lex breathed. “Always feel incredible.” Hands curved up Bri’s torso to brush over his nipples through the fabric, and he whimpered. “You always look incredible too. Wanna see?”

Bri frowned, then Lex grasped his jaw and steered his gaze to the side. A mirror. There was a mirror trained on them, reflecting Bri’s flushed form curved over Lex. All his imperfections—mussed hair, drool-splotched shirt, flushed skin—on display. Lex grabbed a fistful of his hair and craned his head back to expose the column of his neck and lave his tongue over the lines, teeth grazing the apple.

“Think it’s a two-way?” Lex whispered. “Maybe somebody behind it watching your beautiful body get off. Because you are. You’re beautiful.”

Bri moaned. He couldn’t take his eyes off the playback of their own private porn. Lex was right. Bri was a wreck, and he was beautiful. They both were. Lex’s pale skin stark against his dark hair and the navy blue of Bri’s shirt, his fingers long and graceful and shining with silver where they caressed Bri’s jaw. When Lex bucked into him, Bri understood why people wanted to watch their film. They ground against each other, building gradually to a punishing rhythm. Unbuttoning the top few, Lex parted Bri’s shirt to get at his nipples with his mouth, tongue piercing erupting shivers down to his groin.

“Oh my god…” Steve whines as he strokes his cock, his eyes half-lidded. Eddie watches him closely, fascinated as Steve works his shaft, lips wet with saliva.

“Yeah, Stevie? Feeling good?”

“Fuck… Eddie …” he whines, his hand moving faster along the shaft.

“You close, baby boy?” Eddie whispers as he sets his iPad aside and leans into Steve’s space with a feral grin.

“So close. Fuck,” Steve pants as he closes his eyes.

Eddie grabs him by the wrist, stilling his hand. “STOP,” he commands, his tone low and raw.

“Wha — huh?” Steve whines, confused. “What the fuck?”

“I said stop. You don’t get to come yet. You promised you could be good. Said you’d edge yourself a little for me, remember?”

“Oh my god,” Steve moans as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “Fuck. Okay … okay, yeah. I can. I can be good,” he says, panting.

“Good boy,” Eddie praises, patting Steve’s thigh gently. “Now calm yourself down for a minute while I find our next excerpt. I think we should visit a Jury Duty universe next, whaddya say?”

“Jury Duty? That’s sexy?”

Eddie chuckles as he passes a bottle of water to Steve with a wink. “You’ll see, baby boy. And Brian tops Lex in this one, so I really think you’ll enjoy it. Now drink.”

“Fucking bossy,” Steve grouses as he complies.

Once Steve has downed half a bottle of water and his cock has flagged to half-mast, Eddie opens a new tab on his iPad and finds the next passage he wants to share.

“Okay, the Jury Duty fic. This part is from Hung Jury. You’re gonna love it, baby. You ready?”

“Still can’t believe Jury Duty can be hot, but sure. Let’s do it.”

“You’ll really love this, trust me. Also Bri has a huge dick in this one, so … yeah. Truth in advertising, apparently,” Eddie says with a wink as he licks his lips, eyeing Steve’s cock with undeniable hunger.

Lex watches the contraction of Bri’s throat as he swallows every drop of his come, and somehow he is still just fucking pressing on his prostate. It’s the most ruthlessly effective thing, what Bri is doing. Because Lex is still fucking painfully hard, even after Bri has ripped his first orgasm of the night from his body and relished every drop.

As suddenly and unexpectedly quickly as Bri had swallowed his cock he pulls off, removes his finger from inside Lex, and rises up on his knees. Christ, how is he so fucking limber? He grabs Lex by the hips and flips him over as if he weighs nothing, and Lex lets out a surprised huff of air as he realizes he’s somehow now on his stomach. Bri swats him on the ass and leans forward over his lower back, pressing a kiss to his spine.

“Up on your fucking knees, brat. I’m just getting started,” Bri growls, his voice hoarse and gravelly from having Lex’s cock stuffed down his throat.

Lex readily complies, getting into position as commanded. “Yes Daddy,” he whispers as he looks over his shoulder.

“Oh my god,” Steve whines as he resumes stroking his cock.

“Yeah? Already, huh? What is it, Stevie? Can’t help but notice that you seem to have a bit of a daddy kink going, huh? Enjoy a firm hand, do ya?"”

“Fuck off,” Steve says breathlessly as he glares through half-lowered lashes in Eddie’s direction.

“Hey, no judgment here, baby boy. You can call me daddy any time, for what it’s worth. I’m actually super into it. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.”

“You’re such a dork, I swear,” Steve says, chuckling.

Bri liberally coats his fingers with lube and slides one back inside, causing Lex to groan from the unmatched pleasure despite the overstimulation. Bri pumps in and out slowly, wasting no time at all before adding a second finger. Lex arches back into the touch, rocking his hips in time with Bri’s thrusts. Bri swats him on the ass – just hard enough and yet not AT ALL hard enough – and squeezes hard, his fingertips digging into the flesh. Possibly leaving marks? Lex can only hope.

“Face front.” Bri slides a third finger in and keeps rocking Lex back and forward on his hand, rubbing firm circles into the meat of his ass as he efficiently works him open.

“Oh fuck,” Lex pants as he struggles to stay upright amid the assault on his prostate, his cock still hard and leaking. He feels Bri gently remove his fingers and line himself up at Lex’s hole and he whines, high pitched and thready, as Bri begins to press forward.

“What’s wrong, angel? Gonna come again so soon?”

“Fuck you.”

Bri laughs as he reaches forward and grabs Lex’s wrists, forcing him to arch his back as Bri keeps him from falling forward and completely controls his position on the bed. He’s fully seated now, having driven the length of his cock home in one long, blissfully slow glide. “Your wish is my command, angel. Now grab hold of my wrists, like I’m holding yours.”

Lex wraps his hands around Bri’s wrists to keep a firm grasp, their position similar to the steadying grasp you would provide while helping someone up from the ground. He feels completely full, locked in, unable to escape. It’s fucking insanely hot and he quivers from head to toe as Bri just … fucking stops moving. Just. Stops. Fucking. Moving.

“Something wrong, angel?”

“Are you gonna fuck me or are we playing Twister?”

“Gonna come?”

“Fuck you.”

“Alright then,” Bri says as he grinds his hips forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper inside. Lex keens from the overstimulation. Bri knows what he’s doing, that is the absolute and unequivocal truth. Because this position, with their wrists locked together, has the full length of Bri’s cock grazing along his prostate with every stroke. In… fucking electric stimulation … out … he’s gonna fucking die … In … his vision clouds from the lightning careening up his spine … out … what even is his fucking name, anyhow?

Bri uses the leverage he’s got and starts fucking into him with purpose now as he pulls Lex’s body backward onto his cock, every thrust slamming their hips together with enough force that they’re actually slowly scooting up the mattress now. It’s a good thing their hands are locked together because Lex could absolutely faceplant at any fucking moment. Jesus Christ.

“Fuck! Ah-ah-ah-ah-daddy! Holy fuck holy fuck holy shit”

“Gonna come, angel?”

“F-f-fuck you, Daddy.”

Bri starts whispering and all fucking bets are off for Lex. He’s trying so hard to keep it together but there are not enough color names in the English language to distract him enough from what Bri is saying right now. Fuck.

“It’s gonna happen, baby boy. Don’t fight it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to come, baby. So let it come. Let it happen.”

“Hnnnnnghhh … Fuck. You.”

“That’s it, baby … that’s it. Stop fighting. Give it to me now… I. Fucking. OWN. IT. And I want you to give it to me.”

Lex cries out as his second unwelcome orgasm washes over him, painting the sheets and pillowcases in strips of white. He’s powerless to stop his tears cresting once again as he sobs into every thrust, his grip on Bri’s wrists hard enough to bruise. He’s wrung out - his prostate feels like … well it feels like he just took a pounding from Bri’s giant fucking hog, which, yeah. He can’t see through the tears that just won’t fucking stop now. Bri continues to thrust into him, wringing every drop from his body. When he finally stops coming, Bri releases his wrists and before he can react to pull Lex up and into his arms, Lex collapses onto the bed, into the mess, and into a heap of unbridled emotion as the sobs continue to wrack his body. He’s so overstimulated. He’s absolutely, completely, and fully fucked out and he’s never felt so alive.

“Still doing okay there, Stevie?”

“Oh my fucking god, Eddie,” Steve whines as he strokes himself. “That was so fucking hot, holy shit. I can’t believe you never told me about this stuff and I had to hear about it from a fucking reporter,” he says, breathless.

“Yeah, well … how could I know you’d be this into it? Now stop. Calm down. There’s one more I want to read for you.”

“Fuck … okay,” Steve says with a whimper as he slows to a stop. “Can I come after this next one?”

“Promise,” Eddie says with a wink. “Now let’s see … Oh! This is a great one. It’s in-universe, and our guys are just regular twenty somethings. This one is from a fic called The Missing Piece. You’ll love it. It’s actually a polycule fic, which … HOT. But I’ll just read a BriLex scene for you. Otherwise you might burst into flames right here on my couch and we can’t have that now can we?”

“Oh shut up,” Steve says, laughing.

“Brace yourself, baby. This scene is insane.”

“Okay, I’m ready.”

‘Gonna follow the rules?’

‘Yes, Daddy.’

‘Do as I say?’

‘Yes, fuck, yes Daddy, promise.’

‘Don’t believe you,’ Lex growls. ‘God, baby, don’t fucking believe you but it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m patient. Will train you, baby. Will make you good.’

‘W-want you t-to keep punish-fuck, punishing me. Like being in trouble.’

Lex stops inside him, cock deep as he grinds his hips in circles. Bri can feel him everywhere. ‘I know, baby. Know you inside and out.’

Bri wants to cry. To have someone see him and still love him and fuck him like this? It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Lex jack-hammers into him so hard that Bri cries, tears springing to his eyes and blending in with the water. 

‘D-daddy. Ngh, yes, fuck, Daddy…right…right there…please, more, more,’ Bri begs.

He forgets. His mind wipes clean, and he forgets that he’s not allowed to come. He chases it.

‘Rules,’ Lex scolds. His hand lands hard on Bri’s thigh, making him cry out. His legs tremble, threatening to give way. His cock, god, his cock is hard and dripping, desperate to be touched.

With one hand still wrapped around the barely there underwear and the other in Bri’s hair, pulling harshly it elicits pain through his entire skull, his neck and shoulders ache, Lex fucks him with purpose, his cock nailing him just right.

Bri is close. Too close. His mind is in shambles but it’s just clear enough to know that if he comes, he won’t be touched for a week, and that’s bad. That’s worse than bad. He won’t be able to handle that. He’s addicted to them.

Lex has to stop.

Wet thighs slap against wet thighs, showing no sign of slowing down. Bri wills the orgasm away. It works. For a moment. The feeling comes back. Lex needs to stop.

‘Come inside me, Daddy,’ Bri tries to entice, needs to get Lex there faster. ‘Want it in me.’

‘Not done with you,’ Lex says.

Bri bites hard on his lower lip. The angle, it’s too much. He’s doing it on purpose, hips rolling to touch every inch of him. The underwear rubs where Lex pulls it, tightening on his cock with every thrust.

‘Pull ‘em off,’ Bri pleads.

‘What’s that, baby boy?’

‘Rip ‘em off, please. All the way.’

‘Why? Are they uncomfortable, Sweetheart?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Or do they feel too good?’

Lex reaches between his legs and wraps his hand around Bri’s cock.

‘No!’ Bri cries out. He tries to scramble away. ‘No, no, Daddy. You’ll make me come. Can’t come. Gonna come, fuck, gonna come.’

‘Is that so?’

“Ed…” Steve whimpers, and Eddie pauses for a moment to take in the sight before him.

“Fuck, Stevie,” he whispers as he sets the iPad aside. “Look at you. Jesus Christ … You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

“Eddie, please. You can’t say shit like that — I’m so fucking close, baby.”

“You really want to come, dontcha, Big Boy?”

“Oh my god … I can't …”

“It’s okay, Stevie. Let yourself go, baby. I can’t believe I get to see you like this. Better than anything I could have imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this?” Steve asks with a groan, his head thrown back.

“Oh baby. You have no idea. I’ve wanted you for so long, Steve. So fucking long. But the time has just never been right. And now … you letting me see this … see you … I’m so fucking lucky, baby. So lucky. Go ahead, baby. Come for daddy. I’ll finish the story when you come down. And then if you want, we can test out your refractory period, what do you say? Because I really want to get my mouth on you, Steve Harrington.”

“Oh fuck. Kiss me?” Steve asks, his voice shaking as he strokes himself faster.

“You want me to kiss you while you fall apart?”

“God. Please,” Steve begs as he meets Eddie’s gaze.

Eddie leans forward and brushes his lips against Steve’s, delighting in the breathy moan he receives in response. He smiles into the kiss as he coaxes Steve’s lips open and dips his tongue inside, exploring gently as Steve’s moans and whines reach a crescendo.

“Go on, baby, I’ve got you,” Eddie whispers as he cups Steve’s jaw and angles his head to deepen the kiss. “I’ve got you, Steve. Let go.”

Steve cries out, his moans muffled as Eddie kisses him forcefully and he comes with a shudder.

“God,” Eddie gasps as he breaks the kiss, “So fucking gorgeous. Stay there — I’ll grab something to clean you up,” he says as he rises from the couch and passes Steve a bottle of water.

He returns moments later with a warm washcloth and wipes Steve down with a gentle touch and fond smile. “How we feeling, Stevie?”

“Like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life,” Steve replies, laughing softly. “Thanks for cleaning me up.”

“Of course, baby. You are so fucking pretty when you come, you know that?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. How — uh, how are you feeling though? I feel a little guilty that I’m having all the fun here,” Steve says as he nods toward Eddie’s obvious hard on.

“Are you joking? That was the hottest experience of my fucking life. I’m having the best time.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Eddie says as he leans in for a kiss.

“You want to finish reading the rest of that scene and maybe fuck me after?”

“MAYBE fuck you after? You’re just making all my dreams come true today, Harrington.”

“So get to it then. I need to see how this ends for ol’ Bri.”

“I’d be delighted to,” Eddie says with a wink as he settles in and picks up his iPad to finish the scene. “Now, where were we? Ah — yes. Bri’s about to break more rules.”

He strokes Bri. It’s not fair. He hits the wall, slaps it with his palm as he tries to calm down. He feels it pooling though. The heat in his stomach gets hotter.

‘Please…please…not fair. Trying to be good. Trying. Please.’

‘Then calm down. I’m not done with you yet. Don’t you have any self-control?’ Lex asks.

‘I don’t,’ he pants. ‘I don’t. I don’t. Please Lex. Control me. Make me not come. Please, please. Can’t do it myself.’

Lex ignores his pleas completely. But what he does do is rip the underwear the rest of the way off. He tears it at the front, freeing Bri’s cock. He drops the ruined garment with a sopping flop on the floor.

He grabs Bri’s wrists and forces them behind his back. He falls forward even more, Lex’s body pressing against his. With his chest to the wall and his arms being…clipped together by his bracelets, fuck, Lex fucks him, and Bri feels so helpless.

He can’t stop any of it. He can’t stop the way Lex grips both hips tightly, so tight he hopes he bruises. He can’t help the way he fucks him so hard and deep that he’s crying, because it feels so fucking good. So incredible. So amazing. It’s intoxicating and he tries so hard not to come. He does, but Lex is doing this on purpose, he swears. 

‘Please,’ Bri sobs.

‘Please what?’

‘Please, Daddy. I-I’m gonna come. C-can’t help it. Can’t help it. Daddy, please,’ he begs.

‘Control yourself.’

Bri shakes his head, hair falling into his eyes. He whines, crying against the wall, because he doesn’t want to come. He can’t. He isn’t allowed. He tries to hold it back. He pleads with his own body to stop it from happening, but it won’t.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m…too close…Daddy…s-stop.’

‘Color?’ Lex asks.

‘Green. Green. Fuck…’

Bri clenches, trying to force it to not happen. He thinks bad thoughts. Gross thoughts. Entirely unsexy thoughts.

‘Daddy, please,’ Bri whines. ‘You’re gonna…fuck…’

‘Can’t stop it, can you?’

‘No, can’t stop. Can’t stop.’

‘Gonna come on Daddy’s cock? Like the naughty boy you are?’

He’s so full of Lex. So fucking full and his cock is dragging just right and it’s too much. He sobs as he gives up, realizing this is what Lex wanted all along. He’ll take whatever the punishment is. He doesn’t care anymore. He lets go.

Eddie puts his iPad aside with a satisfied grin as he watches Steve stroke his cock languidly. “So what do we think of fan fiction, Steve?”

“I think if you don’t take me to bed and let me ride you into next week I’ll never forgive you.”

Eddie stands and extends a hand to help Steve rise from his position on the couch. “Come on then — up you get. Though I should warn you that I’ll probably pop off like a Roman candle the second I get my dick out. Watching you like that? Jesus, Steve. Never seen anything so beautiful.”

Eddie leads Steve to his bedroom and Steve is on him in an instant, backing him against the wall as they frantically disrobe. Steve is naked in record time, having already stripped from the waist down, and Eddie follows within seconds.

“Lube,” Steve demands breathlessly as he kisses along the column of Eddie’s throat, eliciting a rumbling moan from the man in response.

“Bedside table,” Eddie responds through a moan as Steve places his hands on Eddie’s jaw, tilting his head to the side so he can claim his mouth in a kiss. He coaxes Eddie’s lips apart, darting his tongue between them playfully before surging forward to devour him, his tongue teasing and twirling and licking into him. Eddie moans into the kiss as Steve sucks on his tongue, his hands trailing down the column of Eddie’s throat to gently rest on his collarbones.

“Fuck, you’re a really good kisser,” Eddie whispers reverently as Steve pulls away and links their fingertips together as he leads Eddie to the bed and retrieves the lube and a condom from Eddie’s bedside table.

“Now why don’t you climb up and make yourself comfortable against your headboard. Want you to touch yourself and watch as I open myself up for you — how does that sound?”

“Sounds like I might actually die,” Eddie replies as he scrambles to get in position. “You’re spoiling me, Stevie. I already got to watch you fall apart out there and now I get another show? I’m gonna come so fucking fast, I swear.”

“Good. Want you to come, baby. And then let’s test out your refractory period. Because I really need to get this gorgeous cock of yours inside me after all that. You think you can handle that, Munson?” Steve asks as he hands the condom to Eddie for safekeeping.

“Do your worst, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink as he takes himself in hand.

Steve grins as he drizzles a generous coating of lube onto his fingertips and reaches behind himself, sinking one finger in easily. Eddie marvels at the sight of Steve reacting to the feeling of his own fingers stretching himself to accommodate Eddie’s cock.

“You just hit your prostate, baby?” Eddie asks as he picks up the pace and chases the orgasm that’s been cresting all evening as he watched Steve fall apart.

“Mmhm,” Steve moans as he adds another finger. “Feels good.”

“Fuck, Steve — I’m so close already,” Eddie pants as he nears his peak.

“Good,” Steve stammers as he continues to work himself open. “Wanna watch your face as you come. Next time I’ll turn around so you can watch me prep myself, but tonight I really want to watch you fall apart.

Just the thought of there being a ‘next time’ is enough to send Eddie careening over the edge and he comes with a shout, nearly knocking himself senseless against the headboard as he works himself through it.

“Fuck, that was a sight,” Steve whispers as he pumps his fingers in and out, the squelching sound of just slightly too much lube filling the quiet of the room. “Can’t wait to get that thing inside me, baby. Can you get yourself there again for me?”

“Fuck yes,” Eddie gasps as he shifts position and lies flat on the bed while he continues to stroke his cock, coaxing himself to full hardness again as Steve pulls his fingers free and tears the condom packet open with his teeth. “Christ Stevie — that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Steve retrieves the lube and applies a generous amount to his fingertips. He plunges three fingers into his hole once more to be certain that he’s applied enough to accept Eddie’s length, then rolls the condom on swiftly before drizzling a generous coating of lube along the length of Eddie’s now sheathed cock. 

“Fuck, baby! That’s fucking cold!” Eddie cries out, giggling.

“Don’t worry,” Steve whispers, his breath hitching with the anticipation. “I’ll warm you up. You ready?” Steve asks with a wink as he positions himself over Eddie’s cock and aligns the tip with his hole. 

Eddie nods, licking his lips in anticipation. “Y-yeah. Holy shit, Steve. Please.”

Steve leans forward and licks into his mouth, exploring urgently. He slowly begins to sink down onto Eddie’s length, taking his time and pacing himself as he relishes in the ache, the stretch, the drag of the absolutely filthy pull against his rim as he accepts Eddie fully into the heat of his body. 

“Oh fuck oh my god Steve,” Eddie babbles as Steve lowers himself at a torturously slow pace. “Oh my holy fuck … you feel so good, baby boy! So warm and so fucking tight oh my god …” he pants, whimpering. 

“Yeah, baby? Feel good?” Steve whispers as he hovers in place, a good two inches of Eddie’s cock not yet engulfed in the tight heat of his body. 

Eddie nods, his brow furrowed in a combination of intense concentration and overwhelming pleasure. “So fucking good, Stevie. Beyond anything I could have imagined — Jesus Christ!”

Steve leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to each of Eddie’s eyelids. “You feel fucking incredible. I knew you would — fuck, Eddie, you’re so thick. You feel so good inside me, filling me up,” he coos gently as he begins to roll his hips, eliciting a low, wanton moan from the man beneath him.

“Gonna ride me, sweetheart?” Eddie whispers as he reaches up and cups Steve’s jaw in his palms. “Go ahead, baby boy. Bounce on my cock. Take what you need.”

Steve whimpers as he grasps Eddie’s wrists and moves his hands lower to rest on his hips. “Help me ride, daddy.”

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie whines, “You say shit like that and I’m not gonna last. Can’t believe I’m so close again — fuck,” he says as he begins to thrust upward while Steve bounces on his cock.

“Oh my god — gonna come again,” Steve cries out as Eddie pounds into him from below. “How are you so good at this — fucking Christ!”

Eddie grins while Steve pants and grunts as he bounces, sweat dripping down his temple as he drives them closer and closer to the precipice. Steve stares into Eddie’s eyes and groans, biting his lower lip as his eyes roll back in his head.

“That's it — fuck, sweetheart — you feel so fucking good. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Steve wails as his orgasm sweeps through his body, making him quiver and shake as he paints Eddie’s chest with his release.

Eddie moans and plants his feet, thrusting up into the clutch of Steve’s body as he works him through his orgasm. He comes with a shout, spilling into the condom as Steve finally collapses onto his chest.

“Oh my god,” Eddie says, panting. “Made a mess of me, Harrington,” Eddie says with a chuckle as he cards his fingers through Steve’s hair and places a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Mm. No talking,” Steve whimpers, “Too fucked out.”

“You really are fucking incredible, you know that?”

“Yeah. I’m aware. Let me just rest here for a second though? I think my legs have turned to jello. You fucked me too good.”

“Baby, we have all the time in the world. No rush.”

“Hey — what do you think our name would be? You know — for the fan fiction stuff,” Steve asks sleepily as he nuzzles against Eddie’s collarbone.

“Hm. Dunno. Haven’t really thought about it. Maybe Steddie?”

“Mm. Yeah, I like the sound of that. Let’s be Steddie.”

“You got it, baby boy. Rest a minute and then we can clean up, okay?”

“Mmkay,” Steve mumbles through a yawn.

“Steddie,” Eddie whispers, smiling into Steve’s hair. “Yeah. I definitely like the sound of that.”