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Steve holds his breath when the door opens, a whole list of explanations ready to offer, should anyone other than Eddie find him here unsuspected.
He’d excused himself during soundcheck, said he needed to take care of some important calls when really, he’s been waiting here to take care of something else.
“Steve? You there?”
He exhales relieved when he recognises Eddie’s voice, the tentative whisper echoing through the mostly dark room, faintly lit by the luminous emergency exit sign hanging above the door frame.
They’re in some unused backroom of the venue Corroded Coffin are playing tonight, a bonus show that wasn’t part of their original schedule because- what the fans want, they get.
“Fucking finally,” he says as he steps out of the shadows, “Almost thought you forgot about me.”
Eddie is standing before him now, changed out of his regular clothes, no shirt on, only dressed in the tight leather pants that hug his form so beautifully. Accentuating his ass in a way that makes it hard not to instantly salivate at the sight.
“You know I would never.”
Even in the low light, he can see Eddie blushing, his bashfulness never failing to arouse the possessive little devil in the back of Steve’s mind.
He pulls Eddie closer, both arms wrapped tight around his middle as he leans in to capture his lips in a kiss that’s deep and needy, digging his teeth into plush flesh and licking inside his mouth with a greedy tongue. Hands already trailing to his front, wasting no time to unbutton his pants and-
“God, baby! You’re such a slut!” Steve groans in pleasant surprise when he finds him bare underneath, no underwear, no useless second barrier to come between his hand and Eddie’s half-hard cock.
“Just for you, Steve. Only you.”
Eddie already sounds a little breathless and that’s enough to fuel Steve’s desire to take him apart. With one rough pull, he tears the skin-tight pants down all the way, pooling around his boots and nearly toppling him over when Steve grabs him by his waist to spin him around, pressing his willing victim face-first against the nearest surface.
“Hands on the wall, baby.”
Eddie searches for balance with both hands on either side of his chest, arching his back, presenting his ass to Steve in a way that makes his skin itch and his insides burn, overcome with the blood-boiling need to take what’s his, and only his.
“Steve, o-oh God!”
It will never get old to hear these broken little whimpers.
“I- fuck. I can’t-ah, please!”
Watching the pretty rockstar fall apart like that.
“What about ‘be quiet’ did you not understand?”
Playing their fun little game.
“Do you want to get us caught?”
The thought shouldn’t be so thrilling, shouldn’t excite Steve as much as it does. To be constantly at risk of someone walking in on them. Of someone being alarmed by Eddie’s inability to keep his voice down because Steve loves to torture it out of him. Loves to make him squirm and whine and beg.
“N-no, I’ll be good, just- please.”
It’s the softest, sweetest plea. His pretty boy so needy, so perfect. So desperate.
“Please what, baby? Am I not giving you enough?”
Steve knows he isn’t, not by far. He’s being mean, just a little, giving Eddie a taste but not the full meal. Testing his lover’s patience and torturing himself, resisting the urge to act on his own body’s desire.
“Steve, please! I need you to- to move!”
With his hands braced against the wall, Eddie pushes himself back onto Steve’s length, trying to take more of him in. Trying to drive his cock deeper into his core where it’s been resting – filling him up and stretching him out but not moving, not fucking him like he’s so desperately begging for.
Steve slaps Eddie’s ass hard, the echo of his hand connecting with skin drowned out by a pitiful moan and Steve’s own rumbling voice, growling like a hungry beast at the sensation of Eddie clenching around him in startled surprise.
“Try that again and you’re not getting any, baby. You know the rules.”
To underline his threat, Steve draws back as if to pull out and Eddie makes another whimpering noise at the threatened loss.
“Sorry! ‘M sorry!” Eddie whines, trying his best to keep still which is nearly impossible with how much his whole body is trembling, tense muscles contracting uncontrolled, offering a tease for Steve’s cock. Useless for now, encased in slick heat, violently throbbing in overwhelming anticipation of more.
Eddie feels so good, so tight still, because Steve fingered him open barely enough before pushing inside. Not wasting a moment too long on necessities because their time is limited. It always is unless they’re alone, and that is a rare occasion.
That’s the price they pay for keeping their secret.
That’s why they always end up in sticky situation like this right here, once again playing a dangerous game where they shouldn’t be playing at all.
That's why the keep sneaking around hotel rooms, or public bathrooms. Searching for moments of peace in dark corners where they can be away from prying eyes and ears – although right now, he’s not so sure about the latter.
Eddie is loud, too loud, but that doesn’t stop Steve from bringing his palm down again just for fun, giving Eddie’s right cheek another sharp slap before he digs his nails into the stinging flesh.
He will definitely feel it later, the lingering ghost of Steve’s hands and nails, when he’s up on stage. Oh, he’ll regret his choice of going commando underneath the tight leather that’s going to rub his tender skin so bad. Every step, every move will remind him of their naughty pre-show ritual, and no one will know about it. No one but them.
Steve grabs Eddie by his hips to hold him still, thrusting just a little bit deeper to offer more than the tip as a selfish reward. Teasingly testing how slow he can go without losing his own mind at the overwhelming feeling, his hardness rubbing against Eddie’s inner walls, pushing in, in, still holding back but slowly losing the will to restrain himself.
He lets one hand glide over Eddie’s reddened cheek and up into the dip of his spine, lets his fingers dance over the artful tattoos adorning Eddie’s back. Finds his newest addition, the letter S on his left shoulder hidden between thorny vines, and gives in to the urge to bite it. Leaving an additional mark where his claim on Eddie is eternalized in ink.
The motion drives him all the way into Eddie’s trembling body, his pulsing dick sliding in with one smooth thrust until he’s buried to the hilt. Overpowered by a hunger for more, Steve finally allows himself to move, creating the delicious friction they are bit longing to feel.
“F-fuck. FUCK! Oh fuck, yes!”
Eddie moans appreciatively, complementing each deliberate thrust by grinding back against Steve, their hips moving in naturally synchronised rhythm, a familiar dance they know all too well now.
“This what you wanted, baby?” Steve grits out between rugged breaths, “Always so desperate to be split open on my cock. Wanna be full of me, huh?”
This earns him a chorus of whimpers and pleads in response, the echo of Eddie’s voice ringing in the dark so loud it makes Steve shiver, makes fear-spiked adrenaline run like wildfire through his veins.
“Too bad you can’t follow the simplest rules. Can’t even keep your slutty noises down like I told you to.”
He can feel Eddie tense up at his words, being reminded of Steve’s warning.
“Oh, so you do remember,” Steve sneers, a malicious chuckle bubbling up from his throat, lips grazing the shell of Eddie’s ear, undoubtedly making his skin prickle.
“P-please, Steve. Please, I- I can be quiet. I promise, I’ll behave.”
Eddie’s honey-sweet desperation is like a drug for Steve’s inner devil, the one who's all too eager to carry out his earlier threat. To punish Eddie like he promised, leaving him empty and wanting. But then Steve would not get his reward either and he’s not willing to take that loss.
Fortunately, there are more ways than one to make Eddie suffer.
“You keep your mouth shut, baby, and you don’t get to come. This is all for me.”
He grabs Eddie by his hair and yanks his head back. The angle is awkward but Steve doesn’t care, forces their lips together while his hips take up a maddening pace. Snapping back and forth, fucking Eddie hard and fast, finally giving him what he’s been begging for. Or, well... almost.
Steve curls his free arm around Eddie’s middle, fingers wrapping tight around the base of his cock, making any attempts of Eddie fucking into the grasp inane.
It’s mean, Steve admits, but Eddie doesn’t complain, doesn’t tell him to stop because he likes when they play a little rough. Finds a special kind of satisfaction in submission. In giving up control and letting Steve take the lead. Finds bliss in being mindless, helplessly exposed to Steve’s will. A perfect match to Steve’s, who thrives on the pleasure of being in charge and taking care of Eddie’s needs in such a beautifully fucked up way.
They’re both making entirely too much noise now. The slick slapping sound of skin against skin, the loud moaning, and Eddie’s hands tapping helplessly against the wall to counter the onslaught from behind will be hard to explain should anyone find them in here.
But when has that ever stopped them from being stupid?
“Going to make you so full of me, baby. You’re gonna make such a mess of your pants. Your poor cock still begging for relief, your pretty hole loose and dripping with my cum- fuck, baby!”
Maybe next time, they could make this last a little longer. Plug Eddie up after with a cute toy, so Steve can watch him sweat and shiver on stage – not from the lights or the adrenaline or the roaring screams of the crowd, but from the pressure of keeping their dirty little secret.
Steve can already feel his orgasm build, turned on even more by his own filthy fantasies and Eddie’s wordless response to his loving torture, pliant in his arms, taking him so good. Letting Steve use him, fuck him against the wall while his own weeping cock is uselessly twitching and pulsing within the tight circle of Steve’s fist.
“Who do you belong to, baby? Say it.”
Eddie comolies instantly but his answer only an incoherent mumble, the words broken by heavy panting and pitiful whines, each growing louder and more desperate with every harsh thrust.
It’s intoxicating, this thrilling mix of danger and desire. Fucking Eddie in some dark room with the door unlocked is more than risky, and although no one seems to be close or aware of their presence, the idea of someone walking in to find him balls deep inside the larger-than-life Rockstar, makes Steve’s head spin.
He’s so close, won’t be able to hold back much longer. Feels like he’s burning up from the inside out and it’s only fuelled by the power rush of being the one who gets to have what so many others want. Keeping Eddie’s ego in check – making sure he doesn’t forget that he’ll always be Steve’s precious boy, no matter how big and famous he is – while inflating his own with the fact that Eddie chose him above anyone else he could have. Chose the normal guy, the manager, when he could be dating someone out of the spheres of fame and fortune.
“You’re mine, baby,” Steve answers his own question absentmindedly as he loses his fight to the rising tension in his lower half, ready to blow his load and stain Eddie’s insides to claim what’s his.
“Mine, ah! Fuck, Eddie, I love you!”
The words slip out before he even realises it, ringing in his ears where they mix with the beautiful sound of his lover’s voice, the open-mouthed moans he swallows straight from the source when their lips press together not to kiss, just to share what little air they have left in their lungs.
It’s not the first time he’s said it out loud, but this time, Eddie isn’t asleep in his arms. This time, he’s aware of it, of Steve pouring his heart out. And that’s scary, in a way. But it doesn’t feel wrong to speak the truth.
“Love you so much, baby,” he whispers again, hopes the confession will stick and linger where he seals the words with a kiss to the nape of Eddie’s neck before he comes, taken out cold by the force of his orgasm.
Eddie writhes in his arms and Steve can barely keep them both upright with how hard his own legs shake as he rides out the last wave of his climax, fucking his release impossibly deeper with every uncontrolled rocking motion of his hips.
Steve comes down slowly, still high on Eddie, and his blissed-out mind provides him with a thought that makes him giggle. They’ve successfully defiled yet another forbidden space. Another room. Another venue. Another City marked off on their own private ‘Fucking All Across North America’ tour.
He should probably feel guilty about it but honestly, he’s not. It’s too much fun playing this little game of hide and stay hidden, sneaking away for a quick, dirty fuck whenever and wherever they’re not supposed to.
“Steve?” Eddie asks as he carefully turns in his arms, unsteady on his legs and mindful of the pants still tangled around his feet.
“What do you need, baby?”
“N-nothing, I-“ Eddie swallows roughly, taking a deep breath before he continues, “Did you mean it?“
Steve could pretend not to know what Eddie is referring to. Could laugh it off or change the subject, but looking into Eddie’s deep eyes, so soft and hopeful, makes him weak in the knees. Makes his heart do crazy flips and fills his belly with a rioting kaleidoscope of butterflies.
“Of course, Eddie. You’re everything to me.”
Eddie smiles before he leans in for a long, tender kiss and for a moment, time seems to stop.
It doesn’t, obviously, and Steve knows can’t keep Eddie here forever but he couldn’t care less right now. Nothing about what they’re doing screams professionalism anyway, so what’s one more tally on the long list of passion-driven mistakes they’ve already made and will continue to make?
Without a warning, Steve crouches down, kneels before Eddie who watches him with comically large eyes, clearly interested in the path his mouth takes when Steve presses a kiss just beneath his navel.
Above him, Eddie sighs softly, sounds like he’s enjoying the feeling of Steve’s lips following his happy trail down. Sucking bruises into the crease of his thigh before he closes his mouth around Eddie's soft cock, determined to grant him relief after all.
“Steve, fuck! Y-you can’t- We, hah! I- I gotta go,” Eddie stammers, sounds torn between reason and need, between giving in to covetous want and not wanting to push their luck.
“Want me to stop?” Steve asks, looking up through his lashes, trying to blink away the haziness that’s starting to fog his senses.
Eddie hesitates but then shakes his head, buries one hand in Steve’s hair and pushes him down, not forcefully, but enough for Steve to get the hint.
He buries his nose back in coarse hair and keeps sucking until Eddie is fully hard again. Until his lips stretch wide around the cock filling his mouth, making him drool as he savours the taste of salty skin and precum on his tongue.
“Oh God, y-your mouth, fuck! Feels so good.”
Encouraged by Eddie’s praise, Steve takes him as deep as he can without choking, swallows around him before coming back up again. Does it again. And again. And again. Gets lost in the steady rhythm, the perfectly harmonised combination of lips and tongue that draws out all these beautiful whimpers, the soft little Ahs and Ohs, and the way Eddie whispers his name like a prayer.
“Steve, I-“
He doesn’t need a warning, just keeps going until Eddie spills his release and a love confession at the same time, pouring it all out for Steve to take.
And not for the first time, Steve wonders what it would be like to love Eddie openly. To show the world that they belong together.
To make their relationship official and finally put an end to the speculations over ‘Eddie Munson’s Secret Love Affairs’.
How much easier it would make things to just book a hotel room for the two of them instead of abandoning one for the night when the need for each other's closeness is too hard to ignore.
To be able to kiss Eddie right before he walks up on stage, and to hug him tight immediately after, when he’s sweaty and gross from playing another incredible show.
No more secrets. No more lying and playing pretend. No more sneaking around unless they want to.
“I really should go.”
Eddie is right, he should. They’ve been gone for too long.
“One more kiss?” Steve asks, not wanting to let go just yet.
“Always.”
Eddie hums against his lips, seems happy and satisfied and that's all Steve wanted. His hair is a bit touseld and he's got dark smudges under his eyes, but no one ever questions his choice of style, so he’ll be fine. No one will know he's had his brains fucked out.
Or so Steve thinks. But when Eddie eventually turns to leave, he notices the screaming red lines on his back in the light filtering in through the cracked-open door. He doesn’t even remember putting them there, but there’s no doubt about it - those scratch marks are clearly caused by nails being dragged across skin in headless passion.
“Uh, Eddie?” he calls after him, “You might wanna put on a shirt if you don’t want anyone to see what I’ve done to your back.”
It’s mostly meant as a joke. Or maybe not? He's trying to protect Eddie from being exposed. And sure, maybe he’s also afraid of making himself suspicious. It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie had to explain any mysterious discoloration of skin to his band mates, but they’re not stupid. They know Eddie didn’t leave the venue, so whoever is responsible for this must be part of their inner circle, right? Leaving not too many options as to who it might be.
Eddie seems to think about it for a moment, but then he shrugs his shoulders and gives Steve a cheeky smile.
“Let them see. I love wearing our marks on me.”
With that he leaves, and Steve is grateful that Eddie is out of the door before he can hear the pathetic little noise spilling from his lips.
Fuck, that man’s going to be the death of him.
Steve reunites with the crew when Corroded Coffin are already up, playing their first song of the night. He’s watching, as always, from the sidelines. Mesmerized by the beautiful man in the centre of the stage, his beautiful lover illuminated by colourful lights, singing to a black sea of faceless people, having the time of his life with his friends, making music that means so much to them.
And when their eyes meet, Steve feels bold for a moment and blows Eddie a kiss, just like that. Doesn’t worry about who sees or might get the right idea because the blush spreading in Eddie’s cheeks at the gesture is worth everything.
Let them see, Steve repeats Eddie’s earlier words in his mind and adds his own secret manifestation:
Let them know.
Coming to the conclusion that it is time to step out of the dark and embrace the light.
Let everyone know that Eddie is his.