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It was them again, Edward and his cursed Queen Anne's crew. Stede couldn't believe his eyes, or maybe he could because fate seemed to put them in the vicinity of each other seemingly every time Stede stepped out of his home. He prayed for the day in which Ed would stop showing up anywhere near his apartment complex.
Stede really should check up with Lucius and ask the boy to notify him each time Queen Anne's will be playing with them just to spare himself the surprise. The very bad surprise of Edward walking through the backdoor, sticker covered guitar case slung over his shoulder, the weight of which pulled his completely opened button down apart even more revealing his soft belly adorned with jewellery and fishnets and the very prominent salt and pepper hair trail leading down to his-
No, no, no, they're not going there. Not metaphorically or literally. Sure, Edward was handsome and well built with a soft side to his body, yet every time he saw Ed's face scrunch in a smile he felt a wave of something sweep through his stomach. Stede determined that it was definitely nausea because what else would it be? A bunch of pretentious guys singing about and enticing people to revolt and destroy with an obnoxious and self centered prick of a frontman? A recipe for nausea. Stede would never admit that the rhythm guitar riffs were perfectly playing off the immaculate drums but he'd especially never admit that the lead guitar and vocals were not half bad themselves. At least not out loud.
As far as everyone was concerned the main bands members of Revenge and Queen Anne's were rivals, enemies even. Lucius had told him that it was good for PR—a “good times new hot thing” band going against the well known and respected main event of many completely sold out shows is just what the tabloids need to feed the hype.
Stede took a deep breath and willed himself to calm his rising anxiety down, but just before he could turn away and escape to Oluwande he was noticed by the devil himself.
“Bonnet! What brings you here? This space is for the talent only.” Fuck, it was that sneer again. That ill wishing expression that Stede knew all too well after years of torment by his school bullies.
“Well, the talent has already arrived 30 minutes ago so I have no idea what you think you're doing here,” he replied, trying to remain unmoved by the snide comment.
“Oh blondie, the kindergarten is down the road. Go pack up before they think you lot bailed on them.” Ed laughed, and before Stede could think of a clever reply, Edward stepped in far too close to be considered polite and put his hand on Stede's shoulder. “Try to not make another mistake tonight.”
And just like that Ed was gone; he didn't even glance back in his direction, didn't grace him with even a simple ‘good luck!’ or ‘sorry I was being a dick, you are right, all we do is yell’! Nothing! Truly the nerve on some people.
Well, there was no point in dwelling on that. Stede gave the room one more glance, then turned around and walked towards where he and his crew were stationed. They still needed to check up on their equipment before their gig.
Stede breathed out a deep sigh of relief when he opened the door to their room and Edward was nowhere to be seen. It seemed the venue must have another backstage room.
“Alright crew! Let's get to it! And Lucius, we need to have a chat,” Stede said, clapping his hands. Now that he thought about it, Ed's hand seemed bigger than his, definitely more calloused. And warm, so so warm where it laid on his shoulder. He wondered how it would feel in his hand, on his body.
“Right, so what are you daydreaming about, boss?”
“Lucius!” Stede yelled as their manager pulled him from the very normal and sane thoughts he was having. Now was not the time or place to debate the validity of those claims, let alone think about why someone who he considered an enemy seemed to be invading his mind. “It's about tonight's event!”
“Uh huh, and what exactly about it made you blush like that?” Lucius smirked and Stede felt his whole face rapidly heat.
“It’s the fact that every concert we play we get paired up with Queen Anne’s! You know I despise them! Maybe next time at least give a man a warning, please.” He exhaled. This whole situation was no good; his rival was going up on the stage in 10 minutes and no matter what he did, Stede would be forced to hear him scream into the microphone.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to see my boys.”
“Wait, Lucius, your boys? What do you mean? Are you mingling with the competition?!”
“They're not my competition!” Lucius said, leaning towards Stede as if to nail his point in harder. “Besides, everyone is talking about your little spats, and by approximation about the whole band. Did you already forget about it, boss?”
Of course Lucius was right, he has seen the numbers himself. With no more words, Stede just hung his head and waved their manager off, watching Lucius go in a hurry.
He spent a while tuning his guitar and mindlessly plucking at its strings until a huge uproar yanked him back to the surrounding world. Queen Anne's had started the night's event, he supposes. Stede didn’t really think about it, just let his legs carry him towards the stage entrance until he could see Edward from downstairs.
He looked… calm, relaxed, with a cigarette already lit up between his plush lips, his many golden piercings gleaming in the stage lights. Edward was almost swimming on the catwalk, rocking his body to the rhythm and shuffling his feet all the while his long hair was cascading down his exposed chest. His energy carried through to the sold out venue, the sea of bodies jumping to the loud music, singing along with Ed. Stede didn’t even notice when he starts to tap his foot with them.
Stede clutched the neck of his guitar in a vice grip when Ed’s body bowed, his head thrown backwards, showing his long neck. His heaving chest sparkled in the spotlight and Stede tried to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat. It was almost humorous how visceral his body's reaction was to Ed—his stomach lurched on even the smallest thought of his rival, but now, with Edward being in full view in front of him, his head turned towards him, Stede’s heart stopped beating.
And then the bastard had the audacity to wink at Stede.
Fucking wink .
Right before he turned towards the audience and started speaking into the microphone. Stede's head was filled with static, everything seemed to be out of focus and the only thing he could do was mutter “Fucking show off” right before retreating hastily to Revenge's backstage room.
The rest of the night was a blur. Queen Anne's finished their setlist and after a brief break and equipment exchange, they were on. Stede doesn't remember much from their part of the concert either; he knew he had fun, knew that the crowd was chanting, singing and dancing along just like they were during the earlier gig. But all Stede remembered was the damned wink. His mind kept on replaying the memory over and over again seemingly joining Ed in his torment of Stede.
He's in their room backstage, packing up his beloved Fender after exchanging quick goodbyes and passing on the invitation to some spontaneous outing, when he heard rapping on the door.
“Come in.” He answered without turning around to face his guest.
“Seems like you enjoyed my ‘screeching and metal banging’ tonight, didn't you, Bonnet?”
“It's you !” Stede startled, accidentally knocking on the lid of his case. Fortunately he managed to yank his hands back before it could slam shut on them. Stede turned around and there he was, the sneaky bastard. Ed looked weirdly similar to how he did on stage, still cocky, eyes crinkling around the edges, his long fingers wrapped around an icy glass of what Stede presumed—judging by lime and a colourful umbrella—to be an alcoholic drink.
“What do you mean it's me?” Edward laughed. He took a step closer. “You were the one dancing around and ogling me from behind the scenes.”
“No, I was not! I'd hardly call that dancing and I definitely wasn't… ogling you!” Oh god he was sputtering, Stede could feel his whole face heat up more and more with each passing second. His stomach did a full on somersault when Ed raised his eyebrows and smiled deviously, then took another step. This was not good.
“Yeah? Then what would you call it?” Why was Ed's voice so low? It was almost a rumble he could feel in his guts. “How I see it is you came right up to the stage stairs.” Another step.
“Looked at me with those eyes.” Another step.
“And never.” Step.
“Looked.” Step.
“Away.” Step.
Stede's head was swimming. There was barely any space left between the two men and he could smell not only Ed's cologne but Ed himself , and feel his body heat radiating against his feverish one. Why did he come so close? Was he going to say something that demanded his attention? Was he going to grab Stede and shake him? Punch him? Christ, was he going to stab him?
“So, what would you call it, Stede ?” His name sounded like heaven on Ed’s lips, and he wanted to hear more of it, lap at it, drink it in. He wanted to know how those lips would feel on his.
A quiet whine left Stede's throat before he could even process it slipping out. Dear god, he was being seduced.
“No!” He snapped and fisted his hands on the front of Ed's button down, trying to push him backwards towards the door. “Absolutely not, we're not doing this!”
His cheeks were absolutely burning and the heat was slowly starting to pool at the bottom of his belly. He needed an out and he needed it now . Edward's hand covered his in an attempt to pry it off him, all the while yelling god knows what.
“Please, Edward, just—” With another sharp yank Stede saw the forgotten drink slip from the other man's hand and spill, right onto his tee.
Stede jumped backwards, clutching at his soaked shirt, assessing the damage. “Edward! Look at what you did!”
“Shit, sorry, mate. You shouldn't have tugged me like that, tho.” Ed knelt on the floor and started to gather the broken glass, careful to not cut his fingers.
“Oh and now it's my fault? As if you didn’t come onto me trying to… to… I don’t know! It doesn’t matter, you ruined my shirt!” He cried out and lifted the material up to his face to get a closer look at the stain, exposing his chest to the other man.
Something in Edward’s gaze changed; his eyes widened, then his eyelids dropped down, his gaze never leaving Stede’s as he stood up. He looked like he was hunting down prey. A shiver ran down Stede’s spine, his confidence slipping through his fingers. All the heat directed towards the other man shot down his body and took root in the pit of his belly.
“Y-you’ll have to pay for the chemical laundry.” He said weakly, while mentally reprimanding himself. Get a fucking grip, Bonnet! Start acting like a man, not some bashful maiden! His fingers gripped the rolled up shirt tighter.
“I don’t think I will,” Ed laughed. “Think your daddy might pay for it to keep his son’s pristine image squeaky clean.”
“I don’t understand-“
“Of course you do! You and your whole band are funded by the biggest corporation there is in this whole fucking country.” His voice rose in volume the longer he was speaking, making Stede curl up into himself. “Fucking Bonnets.”
“Edward I-“ He sounded so small, pathetic almost. “He is my father, or was rather, but he disowned me. We haven’t exchanged even a single word with each other for… God, I don’t even remember how long it was since the last time we spoke!” Stede straightened up, let go of his shirt and raised an accusatory finger at the other man. “Besides, how did you even know that?”
“Lucius spilled the beans,” Ed shrugged.
“I don't understand how my relation to this man is relevMMM!” Suddenly there was a pair of lips on his. Warm, so incredibly warm and insistent against his. And hands, cupping his face, holding it in place so he couldn't escape. As if I'd even try to. Stede let himself relax and lifted his hands, moving them to rest on the dips of Edward's waist. A small moan escaped through his parted lips and Ed immediately took the chance to deepen their kiss.
“It's not anymore.” Ed murmured against his lips before dipping his tongue out and starting to lick into his mouth. There was no point in holding the soft noises in, he gave them all to Edward who drank them in like a man starving. Tongues danced with each other, each and every swipe of a small gold stud making Stede's head spin faster. He felt drunk, absolutely wrecked after just a few minutes of making out like teenagers.
“Edward…” Stede sighed with a breathless whimper. He needed more contact, he needed his body to melt into Ed's. His hands reached towards Edward's neck, who started walking backwards until Stede’s back hit a wall.
Spurred by the close proximity, Ed took the opportunity to push his hips against Stede's groin and oh , Ed was hard too.
Stede’s head fell back at the sudden onslaught of mind numbing pleasure. A constant string of ah ah ah s and expletives left his throat. Stede couldn't bring himself to feel even an ounce of shame brought by the other man.
Edward wasted no time and latched onto his neck, sucking angry red marks into it. His mouth traveled further and further up and Stede was happy to let him have more access, listing his head to the opposite side. Ed groaned, overwhelmed by the taste of Stede.
They both moaned at a particularly good roll of Ed's hips and the heat that had been pooling in Stede's belly was worryingly close to bursting.
“A-ah, Ed, please…” He whined, pushing his clothed erection erratically against Ed with a roll of his hips, bringing himself even closer to the precipice.
Suddenly there were strong hands on Stede’s hips and he was being spun around, pressing face first into the wall. Nimble fingers explored the expanse of his stomach, up to his nipples that turned out to be very receptive to Edward's touch. Then they traveled back down, moving further south until they slipped to the first knuckles under his jeans and briefs, thumbs toying with the button and zipper that Stede's cock had been straining against.
“This okay?” Ed purred, pausing in his motions.
“Hhhggh, yes,” Stede gasped, before pressing back against Ed’s body to emphasise his want.
“Fuck yeah. Gonna make you sing for me, baby.” Edward's warm breath brushed past his ear and Stede shuddered intensely. A loud moan rushed past Stede's lips, completely unbidden as Ed finally unbuttoned his pants and rolled them down as far as he could reach.
“You know,” and oh god, there Ed’s hands were on his dick, the soft cotton blend of his boxer briefs does little to dull the sensations of Ed’s fingers stroking him as he pressed his still clothed erection against Stede’s ass,, “for someone who says they despise me you are surprisingly into it, Bonnet.”
“Mm! I-!! I'm not!” Stede didn’t know who he was trying to convince with his cock leaking puddles into his underwear. It certainly wasn’t Ed, and it was barely himself.
“Are you sure?” The smirk on Edward's face was audible and he let out a soft chuckle just before biting gently on Stede's earlobe.
Stede didn’t know much about anything really. There were some topics like music or insects he was quite knowledgeable about but when it came to human relations, he was clueless. He had an ex-wife and two kids, yes, and they supported him enthusiastically. Stede would do anything and everything for them. He would also do everything for his friends and his career which is probably the reason why after his divorce he threw himself headfirst into them, deeming his love life irrelevant. The furthest he’d ever gotten with another man was exchanging a couple of frantic kisses before he inadvertently chickened out. He’d never had sex with another man, hell, he barely had sex with Mary. His knowledge of erotic interactions was so limited it was almost impressive, which is why he was so surprised that his body seemed to know exactly what to do, practically operating on instinct as he pressed his arse back into Edward's straining cock and offered his neck to be marked up even more.
“ Please! ” Stede practically mewled, rutting forward into Ed's hands that were still caressing him through the thin barrier.
“Good boy.” Immediately those hands left their previous spot, one going up to pull and twist at his nipple while Stede felt fingers of the other wrap around the elastic of his briefs. The slow drag of Edward's hand exposing his behind only to the slightly chilly air in the talents’ closet was the most wonderful kind of torture, all the while trapping Stede's cock in a deliciously tight squeeze.
A visible shiver ran through Stede's body as his cheeks were suddenly parted and his clenched hole was left vulnerable. He rested his sweaty forehead on the wall and let soft sounds spill from between his still kiss-swollen lips while Ed took his time in fondling his body, kneading it into complete submission. Stede didn't even know when he closed his eyes, he just let himself feel.
The hand massaging his arse left all too soon and before Stede could emit a needy whine he heard slight rustling, a ripping sound and then Ed mumbled “It'll be cold.” in a dangerous growl that made his cock twitch eagerly in his underwear.
True to Ed's words, two digits drenched in cold liquid started to circle his hole in time with the other hand on his chest. “Edward! Do you just carry a lubricant with you everywhere?” Stede sucked in a sharp breath when one finger started to gently breach him, and then let it out with a string of moans that rose in volume the further the finger went.
“Always carry one packet on me in case I forgot my string lube. Besides.” Ed withdrew his finger until only the tip remained inside. “I was feeling lucky.” And then shoved it as deep as he could, curling it at the end and making Stede squirm.
It turned out that not only his nipples were sensitive, and Stede wanted to berate his past self for depriving his body of his kinds of pleasures. Stede never experimented with butt stuff and filed nipple play for women only, settling down on very few and far between sad wanks just to ease some edge off. But now his body was singing with ecstasy, his cock freely leaking, making an absolute mess out of the material it was trapped in.
Stede didn't care. He bowed his back, arched his chest right into Edward's hand that had grabbed onto his tit and squeezed his trapped nipple between Ed's knuckles. The other hand was still relentlessly fucking one finger into Stede, curling carefully inside of him until Ed removed his finger completely. Then Stede felt another digit joining the first one, slowly breaching him and oh, this felt so fucking good.
“Glad you're enjoying yourself, Bonnet,” came a low chuckle, and Stede didn't even realize he was speaking out loud. It didn't matter though, he let himself be as vocal as he wanted, completely forgetting about the feud he had with the man currently fingering him. It was Future Stede's problem.
Soon two fingers turned into three and things started getting urgent. Stede kept on pushing the curve of his ass into Ed's hand, urging him to go faster, impatient for Ed to bring him over the edge. He felt his heart travel up his gut right into his throat as Edward got him ever so close to spilling. Stede kept on unconsciously flexing the ring of muscles around Ed's digits, the otherwise quiet room being filled with high pitched moans and obscene wet squelching sounds.
“Oh fuck, Edward! S-so good… I’m-!” Another dribble of pre cum left his slit, soaking the underwear even more. “So close, please, I'm so close.” Stede sounded like he just finished running a marathon, breath coming out uneven, his chest heaving.
“I don't have a condom.” Stede's heart fluttered at how breathless Edward sounded. He made Ed feel like that and wasn't that a thought to ponder on later.
“It's fine, I haven't… With anyone… Since the divorce…” Stede choked out between breathy moans, the implication of more making the thoughts of yes, harder, please ring even louder in his head.
Edward withdrew his fingers and the overwhelming emptiness left Stede whimpering.
“Fuck Bonnet, you're winking at me.” Ed groaned. Those calloused hands were on his ass cheeks again, spreading them and exposing his flexing hole to Ed's keen eyes. Placing his hands firmer on the wall, Stede craned his head sideways just in time to see Edward remove his hands from him, unzip his pants and pull them down along with his fishnets and briefs, making his cock spring out from underneath the layers. Stede moaned at the sight. Ed’s girth was about the same as his, maybe a bit slimmer but he was longer than him. The head of Ed’s cock was angry red and weeping at the slit, and fuck Stede has never seen a more beautiful cock. Edward smirked at him while sending Stede that wink again before he emptied the lube packet onto his length, slicking it up as he took himself in hand, and gently prodded at Stede's entrance, as if asking for permission.
“Edward if you don't fuck me right now I'll-!” A loud cry tore from Stede's mouth as the spongy head of the other man's dick slipped past his rim. Edward paused for a short bit, letting Stede adjust to the delicious stretch, the lick of pain just on the right side of good. Then the slow roll of hips started, Ed's cock pushing further and further inside Stede with each mind dizzying motion.
“You're so tight, baby, feels so good.” Ed breathed between thrusts and soon their hips were joined. This time Edward didn't give Stede time to calm down, his rolls sped up until his hips were pistoning into Stede, pulling obscenely loud moans from him. There was no doubt that if someone was to walk by that they would know exactly what was happening. Sharp slaps of skin against skin, wet squelching and cries of so good, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop! were echoing throughout the whole room.
Edward's hands migrated from his hips to take hold of his chest, pulling Stede backwards to lean on Ed, never once halting his brutal pace.
“Fuuuck Bonnet, your tits ,” said Edward, plucking and twisting his sensitive nipples. He threw his head back, whimpering straight into Ed's ear as he continued. “And you can actually sing, I'm impressed.” Stede didn't even register the snide comment, turning to pleading for something, anything from Ed.
Stede had never felt this good in his life, never thought he was permitted to. He just simply started to believe that it was not for him but now as the constant sparks of pleasure ran through him at every thrust, every pinch and every suck on his already bruised neck, he felt sure that this is what he was lacking all this time. This was what he’d been waiting for all his life and by God, was it worth the wait .
Suddenly a sharp jolt fired up each and every nerve in Stede's body, lighting up each and every nerve in his body. He spat out a litany of curses the next time it happened, and then again, and again and oh God, he hoped it would never stop.
“Enjoying yourself?” Ed asked. Stede nodded. “Words, Bonnet.” Edward accentuated both words with particularly hard thrusts.
“Yes! Fuck it’s so good, Edward, please don’t stop!” The answer tore out of him.
More , he needed more, he arched his back and fucked himself back greedily on Ed’s cock, aiming for that one perfect spot inside of him. Stede was still squirming under the other man’s unrelenting hands.
He was so close to coming. The overwhelming pleasure threatened to spill over the edge and he just needed that one extra push. Stede reached down, trying to take his throbbing dick in hand but then a sharp slap came down on his arse. “No touching, Bonnet!” A slap on the other cheek. “You either come on my cock alone or not at all.”
Stede never thought he’d be so into that, the slight humiliation from Ed’s reprimand and being spanked like a misbehaving child. It turned out you really could learn something new about yourself everyday.
“I don't know if I can,” Stede whimpered, but the pressure kept on building and with each pointed thrust Stede was getting more and more sure that he actually could.
“Come on Bonnet, I know you can. You're taking my cock so well, such a good boy for me.” For him, he's good for Ed . “Go on baby, come.”
And just like that Stede was gone. He shouted something that sounded similar to the other man's name as his cock spurted into its cottony prison. His clenching hole seemed to pull Edward along with him when his hips stuttered and then slammed into Stede one last time, giving a cry of his own, Ed’s whole body going rigid against him as he came deep inside of Stede.
Stars . Stede saw stars. Exhaustion threatened to take over, but his body stayed locked up in the same position, wanting to prolong this feeling of being so perfectly filled, of being whole. Stede wished both of them were teenagers so they could go again, even though he just came like one, completely untouched. Stede, still stuck in his finally quiet and hazy mind, barely registered Edward's hands leaving his abused nipples in favor of sliding both hands along Stede's sides repeatedly, all the while murmuring things into his ear.
He smiled dopliy as he felt that bearded jaw scratching along his neck, and he lolled his head in the opposite side to welcome a flurry of gentle nibs and kisses there. He felt perfect with Edward's cock softening inside of him, with tender little licks on his marked throat and soft little whispers of “Mine.”
Another gentle suck and then, “Mine.”
Edward's.
He's Edward's.
Hold the fuck up.
Stede yanked himself free from Ed’s grasp, wincing when the man’s cock slipped free, letting his come trickle down his thighs. He turned around to face Ed, his whole face burning and they stood there, looking at each other with eyes wide open.
“Don’t! I’m not-! Just because we f-, we had sex doesn’t mean I’m yours!” He tried to side step Edward and nearly tripped on his own pants, now bunched up around his ankles. Stede bent down to pull them up and tried to hide his embarrassment when he felt another trickle of come soiling his already ruined underwear. With a huff, he glanced down as he fumbled with the fastenings on his pants to close them. “It was just… A one time thing, yes! We just both needed to take the edge off, you know! Burn the excess energy after our concerts!”
“Yeah, de-stressing, got it,” Ed giggled, closing the gap between them. Before Stede could react, Edward brought his lips right to his ear and whispered, “Good luck covering these up, Bonnet.” He stepped back quickly, sending Stede another wink.
Stede clutched both hands around his neck, hiding the angry marks left by the other man who was fucking chuckling. This gorgeous menace of a man who, mind you, made him scream in pleasure, was looking at him with… something in his beautiful crinkled eyes.
No, stop! He’s not a friend, he’s your fucking enemy! They just had casual sex, no need to go deeper into that!
Still, Stede couldn’t stop his lips from trembling while rage boiled inside of him. “I-I hate you. I hate you so fucking much!” Stede’s gaze fell down on Ed’s lips as they spread into a wide, predatory grin, making his spent cock give an interested twitch.
“Sure seemed like it.”
Before Stede could embarrass himself even further he grabbed his guitar case and stormed out of the room, heading straight to the exit. He practically ran all the way to his car and when he was finally sitting somewhat comfortably (his arse still stung a bit, not to mention the drying cum covering him) he fished out his phone and carefully typed out a message to Lucius.
Stede: I might have done something incredibly stupid.