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If you asked Eddie later, he wasn't exactly sure how he gotten into this position with Billy behind him fucking him like he had a point to prove. Which Eddie guessed he kind of did.
What had started out about an argument over who was better in bed, Steve or Billy, had ended up with Eddie being volunteered to be the tie breaker.
Never in his wildest imaginations, did he imagine Steve would also be watching.
Billy's hands were mean against his waist, but the way he was thrusting into him was perfect. For the first time in his life, Eddie was glad physical Ed was mandatory, if it got him screwed this good. Maybe there was a point to jocks after all, he thought dumbly.
A joke was on the tip of his tongue when Hargrove buried his fist into his hair and yanked him back up. An embarrassing whine was what left his mouth instead.
"Think pretty boy will give it to you this good?", he asked. Eddie could only gasp in reply, face flushing with heat as he came face-to-face with Steve.
The other boy made no move to interfere, simply lounged against the the wall, legs spread out infront of Eddie as he watched them. Eddie's eyes were drawn to the tent in his jeans, as he wondered if Steve liked what he saw. Was it Eddie or was it Billy that was making him that hard?
"Yeah, yeah, keep talking trash", Steve finally said, flippantly, though he reached a hand out for Eddie to grasp like a lifeline.
Billy slowed his thrusts, each one even more intense as he battered against Eddie's prostate. The hand grasping Steve probably bordered on painful, the same way Billy's hand in his hair did.
Eddie was pretty sure he was crying now.
"Fuck", Billy uttered, sounding effected for the first time, "he's tight".
"Bet no one has ever taken you apart like this, have they, Bambi?".
Eddie could only gasp in reply, tears blurring his vision. He was hardly aware of Steve moving, until the other boy was suddenly infront of him, hands on his own belt.
"Thought this was about who could fuck him better, Harrington?".
"I'm not sticking my dick in him dry, bad enough having to deal with your cum inside of him".
"No point wasting a hole I guess".
Steve's hand was gently on his chin, thumb prizing his mouth open as he tapped the tip of dick against Eddie's tongue.
Before Eddie knew what was happening, he was speared on both ends. One of his hands scrambled up to fist in Steve's jeans, as his mouth stretched wide around the other. Where Billy was thick, Steve was long and curved.
"You like getting stuffed from both ends, slut?"
Eddie whined around Steve's dick, choking slightly as Billy sped up his thrusts. It was like being on a swing, a really sexy, overwhelming swing.
"Think he's a little preoccupied, Hargrove".
Eddie worked up the courage to glance up, neck straining against Billy's hand in his hair and was met with the amused look in Steve's eyes. He tongued the slit just to see him grimace, the gentle hand on his jaw getting rougher.
He could tell Billy was close, from the way his rhythm started to stutter and from the filth spewing from his lips.
"Gonna cum inside you, Munson".
Eddie nodded around the dick in mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as Billy circled a free hand around his dick and released inside of him.
Steve pulled out with a pop, letting Eddie collapse on his front. The next few seconds were a haze, as the boys traded insults over his head. His own legs were trembling, his dick throbbing against the threadbare sheets.
A hand suddenly appeared on him again, turning him on his back, as he came face-to-face with Steve again, the other looming between his spread legs.
"You ready for me next?", he asked, rubbing a soothing hand along the length of his chest and down to his stomach. Eddie's breath stuttered out of him, as he gave a weak nod.
Steve didn't waste any time, jeans obviously discarded in the haze as he edged his way back inside. There was a spark of pain but Steve was patient as he waited from him to adjust.
He has almost forgotten about Billy, until a haze of smoke landed on his face and the bed dipped as Billy seated himself beside his head.
Eddie could do nothing but stare back up at him as Steve began a slow pace, hooking Eddie's legs over his arms until he was hitting deep inside of him.
Where Billy was all power and brute strength, Steve was slow and seductive.
Eddie didn't dare reach for Billy's hand, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure building slowly in his lower spine.
"How does he feel, Bambi?".
"It's- ah fuck, it's good".
Eddie could barely string together a sentence, salvia pooling his mouth as he mind seemed to drift away from him. They, however, didn't seem to be done with him.
"This what you were hoping for, when you invited us over?", Steve asked, tilting Eddie's world on it's axis.
"Were you hoping we'd bring you in here and fuck you into your shitty mattress?".
Billy exhaled the words with a plume of smoke, eyes mean and amused as he joined Steve's line of questioning.
"I bet he was pretty boy, been gagging after both our dicks for ages".
"You think so?", Steve asked, bracing his hands on either side of Eddie's hips as he began a hypnotic undulation of his hips that had Eddie's hand reaching for his own dick.
He was stopped before he could make contact by Billy's hands against his wrists. The other boy pressed them to the mattress with an iron grip, transferring to one hand as he took the cigarette from between his lips and doused it in the ashtray Eddie left on his side press.
"No touching, you cum on his dick or not at all, princess".
"Pl-please", Eddie begged, teary eyes locking on Steve. Each drag of his dick was sending trembles through Eddie, his stomach brushing teasingly against Eddie's aching cock. He would be embarrassed later by the whimpering noises that escaped his lips, but he'd never felt pleasure like it before in his life.
"I think he's onto something", Steve replied, a familiar smirk spreading across his face as he spared a look at Billy. It was the kind of smile Eddie remembered from his King Steve days, surrounded by Tommy H. and all his other cronies.
Eddie didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the resurrection before his eyes. Figures he would be the one to cause the return of the king.
Steve's hands left the bed, as he hooked his hands under Eddie's knees and began to press them back towards the bed until Eddie was bent nearly in half into a shape that made his entire body burn but Steve get even deeper inside of him. He thrashed against Billy's grip, eyes wide and frantic as Steve began to plunge inside of him.
"He's bendier than I thought he'd be", Billy remarked, almost as if he wasn't there, "maybe he would have made a good cheerleader".
Steve's rhythm stuttered for a second but it was enough for Billy to catch onto, mean as he was.
"Our own personal little cheerleader, waiting on the sidelines for us to take turns fucking him".
"Fuck yeah", Steve gasped, giving into the image and digging his fingertips into the meat of Eddie's thighs.
"Imagine him in the uniform, none of those little shorts, just a plug inside of him so he's ready for us to fuck him in the locker room."
Eddie can feel the burn of his own orgasm building, caught in the picture that Billy's painting.
"The rest of the team could watch, as we show them how we tame Munson".
With a cry he wasn't sure was him or Steve, they both came. Eddie painting his own stomach and Steve deep inside of him, his cum mixing with Billy's.
Steve collapsed onto the bed inside of him, as Billy finally released his wrists.
Eddie melted into the mattress, his arms too weak to move even though they were finally free.
He wasn't sure how much time passed, as he stared up at the ceiling.
An arm around his shoulders raised him slowly from the mattress, and he was surprised to see Billy beside him, pressing a lit cigarette between his trembling lips.
He could feel himself leaking into the mattress, as he exhaled the smoke. Steve's hand was a warm brand against his hip, and Billy was tracing idle patterns against his hip as he pressed the cigarette against his lips again.
"So, what's the verdict, beautiful?".
Eddie stared between them both bewildered. Verdict? His brain was running on empty as he regarded them with wide eyes.
"Who fucked you better, Munson?", Steve clarified, taking pity on the metalhead.
"Oh".
"Come on, we're just dying to know", Billy said, a smirk carved onto his pretty face.
Eddie surveyed his smug expression and Steve's carefully hopeful stare and decided there was only one answer that would lead to a repeat performance. He exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"It's a tie".