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They had been at the venue for all of fifteen minutes when Eddie clocked how nervous Steve was. They’d both been looking forward to the show for weeks, an indie rock band that overlapped both of their tastes in music, a shocking and rare occurrence that meant they had purchased tickets the moment they went on sale.
But the show was on a Thursday, and Steve hadn’t been able to get anyone to cover his shift. It wasn’t a problem logistically—there was plenty of time between the end of his shift and the show to drive to Indianapolis from Hawkins. But the timing made it so that they had arrived as the doors were opening, and the queue wrapped around the building and down the block.
“I’m glad the show is sold out,” Steve said, his casual tone belying the anxiety Eddie could sense coursing through his veins. He fidgeted with the car keys as they approached the front, tapping his foot rapidly on the floor whenever they had a moment of stillness. “It’s really exciting for them.”
“It is,” Eddie answered cautiously, eyeing his partner from the corner of his eye. He didn’t have a chance to say anything else before they were passing through the metal detectors and up the stairs toward the stage, forgoing the merch line as they had planned ahead of time.
Steve walked in front, his hand reaching back to tangle his fingers with Eddie’s when the crowd started bumping up against them. Eddie squeezed it reassuringly, moving himself to stand right behind him, his free hand lightly gripping Steve’s waist. They followed the rest of the crowd onto the floor, and though they weren’t near the front, the view wasn’t too bad.
But Eddie could tell that Steve was a live wire of anxiety. His thumb practically vibrated against Eddie’s hand as he tried to soothe himself, and his entire being seemed to be drawn tight as if ready to fight or flee at any moment. A drunk girl stumbled into them from the side and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin, visibly breathing hard.
“You need to be more careful,” Steve snapped, wincing at himself the moment the words left his lips. “I mean— You should be more mindful of your surroundings.”
His tone wasn’t much better the second time around, but the girl didn’t seem to care, only slurring an apology before stumbling back toward her group of friends.
Eddie would offer for them to just call it and go home, but he knew how badly Steve wanted to see this band. Bad enough to forgo his mental health and general wellbeing.
Well, that won’t do.
Immediately, Eddie began to scan the venue. He had never seen a show here, but he quickly took stock of their options. Risers lined the back of the room, a potential place for them to watch instead, but then his gaze caught onto the balcony, comparatively empty with the majority of the crowd vying for a spot in the pit.
Leaning forward to talk into Steve’s ear, his voice gentle but loud enough to carry over the rapidly growing noise of the crowd, Eddie said, “Follow me.”
Squeezing their still-interconnected hand, Eddie turned, excusing himself through the several rows of people who had already begun pressing against them from behind, Steve in tow. The tension radiating from Steve’s body seemed to pass through to Eddie as if he were absorbing it through their skin, and he fought to keep his pace leisurely and calm as they ascended the stairs to the second level.
Instantly, the vibe of the room shifted, the upper level significantly calmer than the lower. Eddie guided them, following the line of the barrier until they found a spot to settle between two other groups of people at the railing. Steve instantly leaned onto it, his shoulders slumping in relief as some of the tension visibly left his body. A nearly imperceptible tremble replaced it, leftover adrenaline trapped with nowhere to go, and Eddie pressed himself close to Steve, wrapping an arm around his waist tightly.
Leaning his head onto Eddie’s shoulder, Steve whispered on a heavy sigh, “Thank you. That was… a lot.”
They both looked down at the crowd they had just vacated, the mass of bodies overwhelming even from their higher vantage point. Despite the fact that Eddie would have stayed in the pit if he had been alone, even he couldn’t deny that their spot was the superior one. Besides, they now had a perfectly unobstructed view of the stage.
Steve loosened against Eddie more and more with each passing minute, leaning comfortably into him as Eddie moved his hands to the railing, caging Steve in his arms. They chatted and people watched the crowd below as they waited for the opener, Steve nearly giddy with excitement by the time the lights dimmed. Satisfied that his partner was now safe enough to fully enjoy himself, Eddie turned his attention to the stage, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder, unable to resist taking a long inhale of his intoxicating scent.
His cock stirred in his jeans, but he ignored it.
That is, until Steve started to dance.
It was small at first, an occasional brush of the plump globes of Steve’s ass against his crotch. But as the opener’s set continued, and as Steve got more and more into the music, Eddie was sporting a hard-on that Steve surely must have been able to feel against him. He seemed oblivious though, lost to the sensation of a large group of people all reveling in the joy of loud, live music.
It was only natural for Eddie to move one of his hands to Steve’s hip, holding him in place so he could grind the thick bulge of his hard cock against the covered seam of Steve’s ass. The action pulled a ragged gasp from Steve’s lips, and Eddie smiled as the blush that had already painted his cheeks a light pink from his dancing bloomed into a brilliant crimson.
Steve tilted his head back, giving Eddie a lazy grin as he began to roll his hips again, more deliberately this time. He stifled a groan as Steve practically writhed against him like a cat in heat. Sweat gathered at his temples and he had to fight the urge to lay a claiming bite onto Steve’s neck.
Too soon, the opener finished, the crowd cheering wildly around them. Steve shouted along with them, but Eddie could only stare at Steve, at his flushed cheeks and the rivulets of sweat trailing down his neck. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face into Steve’s neck, subtly tracing the line of sweat with his tongue and moaning at the salty flavor.
“Eddie,” Steve warned, turning to glare at him. Eddie only raised his eyebrows in response, making Steve huff and turn back around.
Notably, he didn’t move away from Eddie’s embrace.
Eddie restrained himself in the lull between sets, absentmindedly stroking his hands up and down Steve’s sides as they waited for the main event. He looked over Steve’s shoulder as he scrolled through his phone, pressing chaste kisses along his shoulder and neck periodically. He chuckled to himself when Steve cast a nervous glance toward their neighbors, though they were both minding their business—not that their attention would have stopped Eddie, but it was cute to see Steve care nonetheless.
Finally, the lights cut out and the fog machines rolled in a haze that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Steve shouted until his voice cracked, and even Eddie joined in the commotion as the band took their places onstage and launched into the first song. They sang along with the crowd, moving in time to the beat, Eddie tugging Steve closer and closer until their bodies remained plastered together.
It was almost indecent, the way Steve moved against Eddie in time to the music. He couldn’t help himself—Eddie had to grind himself back against Steve. He swallowed a moan as he rubbed against Steve, his grip on his hip growing tighter with each barely-disguised thrust.
He was close enough to hear Steve’s whimper, lost to their neighbors over the overpowering bass and drums, and the sound sent fire flooding his veins. His thrusts became less subtle, humping against Steve’s ass and chasing the delicious friction.
Steve’s hand came around his back to fist at his shirt in an attempt to abort Eddie’s movements. Tilting his head back, he shot a panicked look at Eddie, hissing, “We can’t. Not here.”
“Are you using your safeword?”
Steve froze in Eddie’s grasp, making him chuckle darkly. At Steve’s silence, Eddie leaned in, nipping at his ear before whispering hotly, “That’s what I thought. Turn around and enjoy the show.”
Eddie had never been more thankful for Steve’s utter submission, for the way his cheeks flushed a brighter pink before following Eddie’s instructions, turning to face the stage. The only giveaway to the arousal that must have been coursing through him was the way he gripped the railing, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip.
To any onlooker, the couple would just look like any other horny, grinding couple at the concert. Yet when Eddie drove his hips against Steve, using the seam of his jeans to massage his cock through his own, there was no mistaking the way Steve’s knees went weak with desire. If they weren’t at risk of getting kicked out—or arrested—Eddie would have bent him over the railing and fucked him senseless to the tune of their favorite shared band.
Grinding himself to completion, hot with the awareness of how wrong what they were doing was, was going to have to be enough.
Nearly in time with the song currently being played, Eddie’s climax flew toward him at lightning speed, shockwaves of pleasure erupting through his body. Steve’s head fell back onto his shoulder as Eddie pulled him tightly to him, grinding his hips roughly into Steve until he was coming. He couldn’t resist the temptation to bite down on Steve’s shoulder as he flooded his boxers, somehow managing to keep his sounds contained. Steve gasped loudly at the contact, garnering a quick glance from the man standing next to them, but his attention quickly diverted back to the stage, unbothered.
Eddie closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him in his post-orgasmic haze, the scent of Steve’s sweat and cologne overloading his brain.
“Eddie,” Steve murmured into his ear, and Eddie opened his eyes to look at him. “Please.”
Eddie smirked, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Please what, baby?”
Groaning quietly, Steve took Eddie’s hand in his, moving it to the front of his pants to cup his sizable bulge, practically throbbing beneath his touch. Eddie squeezed it, and Steve whimpered, his knees trembling.
“What do we have here?” Eddie asked condescendingly, running his hand along the line of Steve’s erection. Steve squirmed against him, unable to do much more with how close Eddie had him pressed between himself and the railing. His lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of Steve’s ear as he murmured, “You’re going to have to be very quiet.”
Steve nodded hurriedly, biting his lip hard. Counting on the fact that most everyone should be focused on the show before them, Eddie slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Steve’s jeans. A sharp inhale is all Steve let out, and Eddie rewarded him with a squeeze around the head of his cock.
It was the most awkward angle he’d ever tried to get Steve off with, especially considering the setting they were in, but the challenge made the situation all the more hot, and Eddie’s spent cock twitched in his jeans. Slowly, Eddie massaged the head of Steve’s cock, his hand warm and firm. Steve’s tip leaked and he used it to his advantage, spreading the sticky fluid over as much of him as he could reach without being too obvious.
The lights suddenly came up on the audience, allowing the performers to get a better look at the crowd. Eddie froze, maintaining a cool exterior as if he didn’t have his hand shoved down his boyfriend’s jeans, but Steve trembled in his arms from a mix of arousal and anxiety. Only a few moments passed before the lights dimmed once more, the band starting their next number, and Eddie didn’t miss the way Steve’s cock drooled more precum from the almost interruption.
“You’re such a slut,” Eddie whispered into his ear, the tiniest of whimpers slipping past Steve’s lips for Eddie’s ears alone. “I bet you wanted the band to see you like this. All desperate and needy. I know you’d be begging to come if you didn’t want everyone around you to know what a naughty fucking whore you’re being.”
As expected, the combination of Eddie’s hand around his throbbing cock and the filth pouring from his lips had Steve tensing in his arms for a brief moment before warm, sticky cum was running over Eddie’s fingers. He continued to pet at Steve’s pulsing cock until Steve clamped his hand over Eddie’s to still his movements, barely able to stay upright at the rush of pleasure.
Eddie glanced around to make sure no eyes were on the pair of them before slipping his hand out of Steve’s jeans. Steve turned his head just in time to see Eddie licking the spend from his fingers, and he gave him a devilish grin as Steve’s eyes widened.
Satisfied that he wasn’t about to get their clothes even messier, Eddie pulled Steve close to his chest again, his head lolling back to rest on Eddie’s shoulder as they swayed in time to the music. The band had just announced their final number when Steve turned his face to whisper to Eddie.
“I think there’s a cum stain on my pants.”
“I’ll walk in front of us to the car.”
Sighing, Steve nuzzled his face against Eddie’s neck.
“I think I missed your apology there.”
“Mm, I’m not sorry though.”
“Asshole.”
Eddie smirked, snaking a hand down to squeeze Steve’s ass, eliciting a shocked gasp.
“You love it.”