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The bushes rustle outside Eddie’s bedroom window. A flash of light beams out from the leaves, illuminating the darkness outside for half a second.
It’s the fifth one in the last twenty minutes.
Eddie definitely would’ve noticed if he didn’t have Steve Harrington shirtless on his bed right now.
“C’monnn man,” Steve groans, throwing his head back in exasperation. He tangles his fingers in Eddie’s hair and tugs, prying his face out of his neck so their eyes can meet. “You’re gonna leave a mark if you keep doing that. Just fuck me already.”
Eddie grins down at him, lips puffy and wet with salvia from all the suckling and nibbling he’s been doing on Steve’s throat. His skin just smells so good. Tastes good too. He definitely moisturizes. And buys real expensive cologne.
“Always so damn impatient, Harrington. Don’t you know I like to take my time with you by now?”
“Yeah, I’m well aware, that’s why I’m telling you to hurry the fuck up! I’ve got work in the morning, I don’t wanna be driving home at two AM like last time,” Steve grumbles, rolling his hips up for attention. Eddie stills them with one hand to his pelvis, pinning him firm to the mattress.
“Hm,” Eddie hums as his hand slowly slides down to cup Steve’s erection through his briefs. “And what if I said I have a simple solution to that dilemma of yours?”
Flash.
“I already know the solution. It’s you taking your dick out and fucking me with it, righhhn- now,” Steve’s attempt at being commanding is foiled by a needy moan. His hips instantly press upwards at the first brush of friction, hands encircling Eddie’s forearm to make sure he doesn’t pull away.
“Orrr,” Eddie lilts, letting his thumb encircle the head of Steve’s cock. It’s already leaking so much and this is the first time he’s touched it all night. So fucking cute. “You could just stay the night.”
The suggestion makes Steve‘s heart race, though his ability to contemplate why is severely inhibited by the ring covered fingers currently caressing his cock. “I- I don’t uh- mmh-”
Those fingers slide into his briefs right as Steve tries to answer. He cuts himself off with another moan.
“Wha- what about your-”
“He won’t be home until eight. And you’ll be at work by then, baby,” Eddie murmurs, resuming his self-indulgent kisses to Steve’s throat while he ever so slowly strokes his cock. “Family video is way closer to here than your house. You’d be able to sleep in…”
Flash.
“But- but-” Steve struggles to articulate his concerns, gasping when Eddie nips at his adam’s apple. “I don’t have a change of clothes or- I mean- I-I’d still have to go home to-”
“Can just borrow some of mine. No big deal,” Eddie’s lips move to Steve’s collarbones, kissing each one then trailing down his sternum. He rubs his thumb beneath Steve’s frenulum, just how he likes, and quickly slots a knee between Steve’s thighs when they try to squish together.
“What, I’m supposed to wear one of your stupid metal band shuh- ah- shirts to work?!”
“Yeah. Something wrong with that? You’d look fuckin’ hot,” Eddie grins into his chest, gently nibbling at the flesh of his pec before taking a nipple into his mouth. Steve squeals, hands flying up to push at Eddie’s shoulders. His nipples are so sensitive, it’s adorable.
Hopefully he’ll let Eddie pierce them one day.
“Uh yeah, actually, there is suh- fuuck-something wrong with that. My favorite band is Duran Duran, Eddie! If I show up in an Iron freakin’ Maiden shirt Robin is gonna know something’s up!”
“Still not seeing the problem.”
“You’re an asshole. The problem is-”
Flash.
Steve gasps so loudly you’d think he just saw a ghost. He jolts upright and shoves Eddie off of him, his previously droopy eyes going wide as saucers… and staring right out the window.
“Dude, what the h-?!”
“Isawsomething- I saw- Eddie, Eddie I-I think someone’s outside! Someone’s in the fucking bushes! Look- look, they’re moving!”
“Oh yeah?” Eddie chuckles, glancing out the window dubiously. “Uhhh, I’m not seeing anyone, man. Probably just a dog. Or like, a bear.”
“A bear?! Eddie! I’m serious! I swear to God I saw a fuckin’ like, flashlight or something!” Steve insists, halting Eddie with one hand to the forehead when he tries to continue his nipple sucking. “Can you go check?”
“Seriously? You want me to check to make sure no one is hiding in the bushes?”
“Yes! Please,” Steve gives him a cute pout, drawing out his plea in a sickeningly sweet whine. All he has to do is pout and whine a little and Eddie will do anything he wants. It works every time. “Pleaseee-”
“JesusChrist- fine. The things I do for you, Harrington,” Eddie grumbles, hopping off the bed with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m fucking your pretty face when I’m back, alright?”
“Well if you insist,” Steve grins at the promise, then gasps. “Wait, take your knife with you.”
“What am I gonna do, stab the bear?”
“It’s not a bear!”
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The cool night air sends a shiver up Eddie’s spine when he steps outside. He grumbles to himself under his breath as he quickly shuffles down the porch steps and heads around to the back of his trailer.
“Hellooo?” He sing-songs casually, obviously assuming he’s talking to himself. Leaves crunch beneath his boots as he stalks closer to the bush Steve so vehemently insisted was moving. Right now, it’s stark still.
A twig snaps behind him. Or was it ahead of him? Whatever, it’s not like there’s actually going to be someone out here at midnight on a Tuesday. He’s lived here his whole life! Some of his neighbors are total assholes, but they’re not the type to peep in his windows at night.
“Yoohooo? Anyone hiding in my-?”
Suddenly, the bush comes to life.
Rather- someone springs out of it and takes off running away from him.
“Whatthefuh-!” Eddie yelps, momentarily frozen in shock before he instinctively starts sprinting after them. “Oi! Fuckin’ creep!”
He chases the bush dweller, which he can now recognize is a boy roughly his size, maybe a little shorter, through the trailer park. It’s a good thing he took the time to put his boots on instead of his slippers... and Steve made him take his knife.
“Hey! Stop fucking running, you little perv!”
The boy probably could’ve outrun him if he didn’t look back over his shoulder and immediately trip over a rock. He goes tumbling to the ground, and quickly grasps at something hanging around his neck instead of putting his arms out to catch his fall.
“Gotcha, fucker!” Eddie pounces on him in a split second, straddling his lower back and wrapping one arm around his neck in a headlock. “The fuck do you think you are, huh? Huh?! Hiding in my fucking bush like a fuckin-”
“Wait-waitwait- I-I’m sorry,” The boy squeaks out, throat compressed by Eddie’s debilitating hold. His body goes limp beneath Eddie in a show of defeat, but his arms are still wrapped around his chest. Almost like he’s protecting something.
More likely hiding something.
“Oh, you’re sorry?” Eddie echoes sarcastically, scoffing. “Somehow I doubt that. But don’t worry, you’re really gonna be sorry by the time I’m done with you.”
He releases his hold on the boys neck so he can maneuver him onto his back and get a good look at his face. His thighs clamp down on either side of the boys waist, and he swiftly grabs his slender wrists and pins his arms to the ground on either side of his head.
The camera resting on his chest comes into view. Eddie clenches his jaw in anger. And for some reason, his dick twitches in interest.
“Jesus- you really are a creep. How long were you out there taking perv shots through my window, huh?”
“I- I wasn’t-”
“Bullshit. You want me to crack this thing open and check?”
“No! Nono- don’t, don’t-” The boy stammers frantically, clearly more scared at the threat of Eddie breaking his camera than anything else.
“No? Then answer the damn question. I’m not known for my patience.”
The boy shifts anxiously in Eddie’s grip, having trouble maintaining eye contact. And just making eyecontact in general, it seems. He keeps his head turned to the side and his eyes focused on the grass for the most part. Eddie can feel his pulse racing beneath his thumb.
Maybe he would’ve noticed the erection pulsing beneath his ass if he wasn’t so preoccupied trying to place this pervert’s pretty face.
“…just.. a couple minutes.”
“How many did you take?”
A beat passes. The pervert doesn’t answer, so Eddie digs his thumbnails into the thin flesh of his wrists until he yelps.
“Idon’tknow! I don’t know just- just a couple!”
“What, were you planning on blackmailing us? Or are you just a filthy pervert that likes to peep on naked boys in his free time?”
“No, n-no-”
“No to which one? Because it’s gotta be one or the other.”
“…I wouldn’t blackmail you..” The boy answers gingerly. “I swear I- I won’t tell anyone-”
“Admit it then. You’re just a filthy pervert that likes to peep on naked boys. Wanna hear you say it.”
“…I’m a fi-filthy pervert..”
Eddie raises his eyebrows, waiting. The pervert squirms in his grip, squeezing his eyes shut tight in mortification.
“…that likes to peep on.. n-naked boys…”
A smirk comes to Eddie’s face. So this boy is obedient after all. He subtly shifts his hips backwards to rub his ass over his erection, and chuckles at the whimper it draws out of him. Shit, he sounds cute too. Kinda like Steve when he’s all overstimulated and shy.
“Atta boy,” Eddie praises, tone affectionately patronizing, “so, you got a name? Or should I just call you pervy?”
“…please let me go.”
The lack of an answer makes Eddie want to know even more. He’s always had a penchant for unraveling mysteries.
“You live around here?”
No answer.
“C’mon. How old are you? You go to Hawkins High? Hawkins community?”
“…I.. I’ll burn the film, I promise. I swear, just-”
“Do you know Harrington?”
The question makes the boy fall silent immediately, his previously trembling body tensing up. Jackpot.
“Oh yeah, you know Harrington. You got a lil crush on him, pervy? That’s cute. C’mon, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”
Again, he gets no answer. Eddie can’t exactly tell in the darkness, but he’s sure the pervert’s pinched face is bright red right now.
“So you’re just done talking to me, huh? I thought we were really getting somewhere, but fine. Be like that.”
Eddie takes the camera and drapes it around his own neck, before standing and hauling the boy up by the collar of his shirt. He claps a hand on the nape of his neck and squeezes, starting to lead them back to his trailer.
“Let’s see if Stevie recognizes you.”
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Steve is pacing back and forth in the trailer when the door flings open and startles a yelp out of him. He whips around to stare with wide eyes and an open mouth as a scrawny boy gets shoved inside… followed by a grinning Eddie.
“What the fuck?!” Steve shrieks, covering his bare chest with his hands as if self conscious to be seen by the stranger. Which is silly, considering he has no problem parading around the beach in the skimpiest speedos known to man.
“Steve, meet pervy. Pervy, meet- well, I guess you already know Stevie, don’tcha?” Eddie keeps his hand firm on the nape of pervy’s neck, the other reaching out to ruffle his hair. The boy hunches in on himself, head tilted down, eyes focused on the floor. He looks absolutely mortified, the poor thing.
“You’re joking. Eddie. Please don’t tell me this creep was-”
“Hiding in the bush and peeping through the window? Yup. Was taking pictures too. Can you believe that shit?” Eddie chuckles. His thumb rubs absentminded circles into pervy’s pulse point while his mind runs rampant with ideas.
Ideas for how to punish the pretty little pervert he caught.
“And you- you brought him inside?!” Steve stammers in bewilderment, still covering his pecs with his hands. “Dude, do you even know who that is?! Jonathan the creep Byers, Eddie! He’s got serious issues! He probably wants to fucking, like, chop us up and eat us or something!”
The boy, who Eddie can now refer to as Jonathan, or perhaps the creep, shrinks in on himself even more now that his identify has been compromised. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t try to defend himself. Just hangs his head and covers his crotch with his hands as subtly as possible. The last thing he needs is for Steve to notice his erection.
That would really solidify his creep title, wouldn’t it?
“Jonathan, huh? I like pervy more, but I guess that suits you too,” Eddie says casually, not at all perturbed by Steve’s dramatics. “You’re not gonna kill and eat us, are ya Jonnie boy?”
Jonathan quickly shakes his head no, glancing up at Eddie for a brief second with pleading eyes before averting his gaze to the floor again. Eddie coos like he just saw a cute puppy do a trick, feeling oddly affectionate.
“See? Harmless. He’s just a little shy, that’s all. And I think he’s got a crush on you, Stevie,” Eddie threads his fingers through Jonathan’s hair and tugs his head back, forcing him to look up at Steve. “Look how red he is. Isn’t he cute? I think we should play with him.”
The words almost make Jonathan whimper, but he manages to keep it inside. A wave of nausea washes over him. Whether it’s induced by extreme fear or extreme excitement is impossible to tell. He has no idea what Eddie means by play, but surely it can’t be anything good… right?
Steve looks between the two with an expression of pure shock and disbelief. Maybe even a hint of disgust.
“Cute? Eddie, he was hiding in the goddamn bushes taking perv shots of us! You know that’s illegal, right? He was about to watch us fuh-!” Steve abruptly cuts himself off, his chest flushing pink. Yes, obviously the creep must know he and Eddie were about to fuck, but he’s not going to admit it out loud! “There is nothing cute about him! Can you get him out of here already?! He’s creeping me the fuck out.”
“I-I’ll go, I’ll go, just- please give me my camera back,” Jonathan pleads in a shaky voice, flinching when Eddie tugs on his hair again. “I’ll give you the film an- and I’ll never bother you again, e-either of you, I swear-”
“Awww, Stevie c’mon,” Eddie interrupts, pouting at Steve like a little kid trying to convince their mom to let them keep a stray kitten they found in the street. “Look at him! The poor little perv is shaking in his boots! He’s more scared of you than you are of him! You’re seriously telling me you don’t find this cute?”
Eddie takes Jonathan’s chin in his hand and squishes his cheeks with his thumb and middle fingers, cooing at how warm his skin feels. He’s always had a thing for easily embarrassed boys.
“Eddie. He has a fucking boner.”
“So do I. Oh and look at that, you do too!”
Steve quickly covers the very noticeable bulge in his briefs with his hands, then huffs in annoyance and lets them fall down to his sides. It’s already been spotted, no point trying to hide it now. Besides, his cock is so big it can’t even be concealed behind his hands.
“Okay, well, mines just- just because you’re being hot right now, not because of the creep!”
“Tomato tahmahto. A boners a boner, man. And we’ve all got one! I’d say thats a sure sign we should whip ‘em out and do stuff with them, wouldn’t you?”
The discussion (which he clearly is not involved in what-so-ever) has Jonathan’s heart pounding so fast he feels lightheaded. He still has no idea what’s going on. Honestly, he would’ve ran out the door in a panic by now if Eddie wasn’t holding his camera hostage.
Steve is silent for a long moment. He stares at Jonathan with pursed lips and judgement written all over his face. Judgement and perhaps… a dash of jealousy? He doesn’t like that Eddie is so eager to play with the creep that was literally just perving on them.
What’s so special about Byers anyway? Why is Eddie giving him so much attention? Why is Eddie talking to him like he’s a- a cute little puppy dog or something?! It’s pissing Steve the fuck off. Does Eddie like weird creepy boys? Is that his type? No, it cant be. Because Eddie is supposed to like Steve, and Steve’s not a weird creepy boy!
But whatever. If Eddie wants to play with his new pet pervert, Steve’s not going to throw a tantrum about it. It’s not like Eddie is his boyfriend or anything, so he can’t act as possessive as he feels right now. As much as he might want to.
What he can do, though, is humiliate Byers so badly he never shows his creep face around Eddie ever again.
“Fine,” Steve grumbles, then holds out his hand. “Take his pants off and give me the camera, then. Let’s see how he likes it.”
All the color drains from Jonathan’s face as he watches Eddie pass Steve his camera… then turn towards him with an eager grin. A grin that suggests he’s about to do dirty, filthy things to him. He backs up on instinct and Eddie grabs his forearm, tugging him right back.
“Wait- wait- w-what’re you-”
“Awh, you look so scared, pervy,” Eddie coos, one hand slowly trailing down Jonathan’s chest until it reaches his belt buckle. He undoes it and yanks the belt from its loops, letting it drop to the floor with a clank. “Don’t be. I’m not gonna hurt’cha. And if you’re a good little perv and do as you’re told, I might even make you feel good. Would you like that?”
“I.. I don’t-” Jonathan stammers in a panic, swallowing hard to keep his voice from cracking. “I just- I liketowatch, I- I-I’ve never-”
Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes at the pathetic display. Even the sound of the creep’s voice grates on his nerves.
“Jesus, this is actually painful. Pull his damn dick out already,” He grumbles, continuing to only speak to Eddie. Like Jonathan can’t even hear him.
Normally Eddie would scold Steve for being so rudely demanding. But he’s currently too turned on to care, so he lets it slide.
“Wait, nonono- p-please-” Jonathan tries to push Eddie’s hands away with his own, but it’s no use. His pants are being yanked down to his ankles in a flash. His underwear goes along with them.
A pitiful noise of embarrassment leaves Jonathan’s throat at the sight of his own exposed erection dangling between his bare thighs. And Eddie’s eyes on it… and Steve pointing his own fucking camera at it with an amused smirk on his face.
He quickly covers himself with his shaky hands and spins around, eyes burning with unshed tears. A burst of light hits his back.
Flash.
“Shit, turn him back around! I just got his pale ass.”
“Come on now, turn around, let us see your cute little dick. Don’t be shy,” Eddie speaks to Jonathan like he’s trying to coax a skittish animal out of hiding. Which, he kinda is.
But Jonathan just shakes his head no, hunching in on himself and trembling where he stands, both hands clamped over his crotch. He doesn’t even try to pull his pants back up. Doesn’t want to move his hands away for even a second lest either boy catch a glimpse of what’s beneath.
Eddie lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“The hard way it is then.”
Footsteps sound behind him. Venturing further into the trailer, back into the bedroom. And before Jonathan can panic about what the hell the hard way could possibly be, the footsteps are coming right back.
A moment later he feels Eddie’s breath on the nape of his neck. Then there’s hand on his forearm, bending it backwards and-
Something clicks around his wrist. Cold and metal and tight. An icy chill of dread shoots up his spine. A drop of precum dribbles down his shaft.
“No, nowait-!”
“No, baby. We’re not waiting any longer,” Eddie says as he swiftly cuffs Jonathan’s other wrist, securing his hands behind his back. He forcefully spins him around to face Steve once again, standing behind him with one arm wrapped firm around his slender waist to keep him from escaping.
Steve whistles. A shrill sound, meant to humiliate more than anything. Because even though Jonathan is squishing his thighs together in a desperate attempt to conceal it, his little erection is on full display. And it is truly pathetic.
It stands up straight, pointing up at the sky, so tiny and lightweight it doesn’t even hang down like a real man’s cock. Can’t be more than three inches long. More like two, honestly. It’s uncut. The head is flushed a deep red and smeared with wet, though it almost looks like it’s trying to hide inside its foreskin.
Shy, just like its owner.
“Holy shit, that’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen!” Steve bursts into laughter, aims the camera at Jonathan’s crotch, and snaps a picture.
Flash.
The shame of it all spills the first tears of the night. Jonathan hangs his head in the hope the other boys won’t notice them rolling down his cheeks, squirming helplessly in Eddie’s hold. His bottom lip quivers with the urge to cry.
“Awww, would you look at that! What is it, two inches?” Eddie coos, peeking over Jonathan’s shoulder to get a good look. His free hand grabs the hem of Jonathan’s shirt and lifts it up past his belly button, making sure the view is unobstructed. “No wonder he’s so shy, poor little guy. Got a cock so tiny and useless it might as well be a clit.”
“Yeah. Probably why he likes to hide in bushes and perv on other dudes, he knows he’ll never get laid with that pathetic nub. I bet a girl wouldn’t even be able to feel it.”
Flash.
A sob slips past Jonathan’s lips by accident. His cock is pulsing so hard, so hot under the attention, it feels like it might cum untouched any moment now.
“..stop… st-stop, please, just luh- l-let me go-”
“Hush,” Eddie silences the pleas with a flick to the head of Jonathan’s cock, getting a jolt and a squeak out of him. “No more of that. I don’t wanna hear you speak again unless you’re spoken to. Got it?”
Jonathan doesn’t answer. Just trembles and snivels, too overloaded with sensation and emotion and attention he can barely remember how to breathe.
He gets another flick for his silence, this one to his shaft. Jonathan whines. He can feel his balls tightening. His toes curl in his socks, trying to hold back.
“Got it?” Eddie repeats, tone condescending, like he’s talking to a dumb kid. He flicks Jonathan again, two more punishing whacks right to his tip.
“Ye-yes, yesyeh- I gah- uuh!”
His response is interrupted by a sudden, uncontrollable orgasm. Jonathan’s whole body jerks when it crashes over him, hips bucking as his cock spurts all over the floor just from those few little flicks of Eddie’s middle finger.
Flash.
“No fucking way,” Steve scoffs in amusement and… slight amazement. “Did he actually just cum from you flicking his dick?”
“Huh… that seems to be the case, yeah,” Eddie grins at him, taking Jonathan’s shaft in one hand while the other gently rubs along his pelvis. He’s shaking so much he’d probably fall over if Eddie wasn’t supporting his weight from behind. “I’ve heard uncut guys are more sensitive, but I didn’t know they were this sensitive.”
Eddie delicately pulls Jonathan’s foreskin down and rubs the pad of his thumb over his tip, cooing at the whimper it forces out of him. This pretty pervert is really growing on him. He makes the cutest noises.
“Probably just the first time someone’s ever touched him. He’s obviously a fuckin’ virgin.”
“Is that true, pervy?” Eddie asks, continuing his light rubs to Jonathan’s hypersensitive cockhead. “Am I the first person to touch your little clit?”
Jonathan can only nod, too ashamed to speak. He’s never kept touching himself after an orgasm like this before. The oversensitivity has him all twitchy and foggy, his wrists wiggling in their cuffs and his fingers grabbing at Eddie’s shirt, feeling like he needs to escape the stimulation. But he can’t, of course, which makes it even worse.
“Thought so. Safe to assume no one’s touched your pussy then either, huh?”
“..wh.. m-my… whuh?” Jonathan stammers awkwardly, the unexpected word making his softening cock pulse and dribble in Eddie’s hand.
Steve snorts like it’s a funny joke, but his own cheeks go a bit pink. He remembers how embarrassed he was the first time Eddie referred to his ass as a pussy. He’d been outraged, even. Thought Eddie was teasing him, trying to emasculate him. Which, yeah, he kinda was. But not in a cruel way.
It simply gets Eddie off.
“Your pussy, baby. You know, the hole you’ve got back here,” Eddie brings a hand back to squeeze one asscheek before slipping two fingers between them, slowly dragging them up up up the smooth skin there until they find his rim. He gives it a gentle tap. “Where I’m gonna stick my cock.”
“Aah- n-no, no,” Jonathan shakes his head no frantically, tensing at the violating touch. His hole clenches up tight, hips tilting away, like he thinks Eddie might push his fingers in at any moment with no warning whatsoever.
“Good boy. You’ve been saving yourself for me, haven’t ya?” Eddie teases, and he’s smiling a little too hard for Steve’s liking.
Good boy? Good boy?! Eddie should be calling Steve a good boy, not the window peeping pervert!
It’s not fair. Eddie was supposed to fuck him tonight, not Jonathan the creep Byers! Steve would let his annoyance be known, but he doesn’t want to voice his need in front of Byers. It’s bad enough that the creep knows he and Eddie are… special friends… Steve doesn’t want him to know he loves getting fucked in the ass too! What if he tells people?!
Oh, who’s he kidding. Byers doesn’t have any friends to tell. And even if he did tell someone, no one would take him seriously anyway. Byers could recount the story of this entire night down to the finest detail and not a single soul would believe him.
A smirk spreads across Steve’s face. Maybe he can have some fun tonight.
“Should we… move this to the bedroom?” He suggests.
“Why yes, yes we should,” Eddie grins back at him, pleased to see he’s changed his tune. “C’mon, pervy.”
Jonathan’s pants and underwear are still bunched around his ankles, so he can only shuffle forward awkwardly as Eddie leads him to the back room of the trailer. And once they pass the doorway, they’re greeted with the sight of Steve standing in the middle of the room.
Fully nude.
Jonathan almost whimpers. He manages to swallow it down at the last second, but his lips still part and his eyes go wide… staring straight at the monster dangling between Steve’s thighs. Because holy fuck, he didn’t even know cocks could be that big! How does he even walk around with that thing?!
“Yeaaah, get a good look, Byers. First and last time you’re ever gonna see a dick this big,” Steve says with an air of cockiness. He knows he has an impressive cock. All the glances it gets in the locker room at the gym confirm it everyday.
Being addressed directly by Steve for the first time catches Jonathan off guard. He looks up to make eyecontact for a split second before averting his eyes to the floor again, embarrassed that his ogling was so noticeable. His hands clench into fists behind his back, having to resist the unfollowable instinct to cover his own measly excuse for a cock.
Eddie chuckles. He can feel the embarrassment radiating off Jonathan like a furnace. So shy he can’t even look at Steve, the poor little virgin. He rubs his forearm, giving it a soothing squeeze.
“Let’s get you on the bed, baby. I think Stevie wants to play with you.”
Jonathan’s mind is essentially detached from his body at this point. It feels all fuzzy in there for some reason. Like his brain is just floating around in his skull.
Flash.
He doesn’t try to resist as Eddie sits him down on the bouncy mattress and removes his shoes before pulling his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. He takes his socks off, too. Doesn’t even allow him the small comfort of hiding his feet.
Flash.
The clicks of the camera hardly register anymore. His pliant body is maneuvered this way and that until he ends up sitting between Eddie’s splayed thighs, leaning back against Eddie’s chest. The position hurts his arms a little, considering they’re pinned behind him, but it’s actually kinda comfy other than that.
Eddie feels warm. Smells good, too. Like smoke and cheap cologne. And his hands are gentle as they stroke along his belly and thighs, though the cold metal of his rings makes Jonathan shiver. The sight of a butt naked Steve Harrington climbing into bed with them makes him shiver too.
His thighs try to close on pure instinct, but Eddie is quick to pry them back open with a scolding nuh uh uh. Eddie hooks his longer legs over Jonathan’s to keep them spread and secure as Steve shuffles to kneel between them. As close as he can get.
“Fuck, Eddie… look at this,” Steve grabs his own thick shaft and lines it up next to Jonathan’s. It’s like comparing a pushpin to a soda can. “His little nub is already hard again, and it’s not even a quarter the size of mine.”
“So cute, baby. Take some pictures for me.”
Eddie reaches both hands around Jonathan’s waist to grab each boys cock. He makes an exaggerated smooching noise as he smushes them together, only having to use two fingers to hold Jonathan’s. Steve’s needs his entire hand.
Flash.
Flash.
The camera lights up the dark room with every one. Jonathan can almost feel the heat of it shining down on his pathetic erection. It’s pulsing again now, another orgasm sneaking up on him just from the sight of Steve’s huge cock slotted right up against his.
It’s like a wet dream come true.
Jonathan’s observed Steve from afar for a long time. Watched him at school. In the hallways, in the cafeteria. Watched him during basketball practice from behind the bleachers. Watched him through his windows at night, hiding in the trees behind his house. But he’s never gotten close. Never so much as grazed shoulders with him.
And now their dicks are touching. Not only is he getting full view of Steve’s Harrington famously big dick, it’s touching him.
“…mhm..” Jonathan whimpers under his breath, thighs tensing with the struggle of holding back a second embarrassing orgasm. But he knows it’s no use.
“Dude, I think he’s gonna cum again,” Steve exclaims in more amazement than amusement this time. He sets the camera down to grasp his shaft instead, slapping the tip on Jonathan’s teeny erection.
Three more slaps is all it takes for Jonathan to spurt all over himself again, cum shooting onto his stomach and dribbling down to collect in the dip of his pelvis. Jonathan whines while Eddie laughs and Steve curses, continuing to hit Jonathan’s twitching cock with his own through his orgasm.
“Two orgasms and we’ve barely even touched you, pervy. What has it been, fifteen minutes? Must be real pent up, huh?” Eddie coos in his ear, caressing Jonathan’s spent cock with two fingers. “I bet we can get a few more out of you. What do you think, Stevie? How many times you think we can make him cum tonight?”
“Think we should shoot for five,” Steve grins, stroking himself leisurely. “Or until he’s shooting blanks. Whichever comes first.”
“Mmm, sounds good to me. That sound good to you, Jon?” Eddie asks, and all he gets in response is a weak whine and protesting shake of the head from Jonathan. He pouts mockingly. “No? Awh, you don’t like that idea? You don’t want us to make you cum three more times?”
“..mm.. nmhn…” Jonathan whimpers. His thighs try so hard to close and just can’t, not with Eddie’s legs draped over his, keeping them spread wide.
“What do you want us to do then, hm? Want us to stop playing, toss you outside?”
“Nuh.. n-no, nonon-”
“Use your words. Tell us what you want.”
“I.. I-I… mmh-” Jonathan shakes his head, a fresh burst of tears rolling down his cheeks. He hates using his words. He can’t say- he’s not used to saying what he wants. “I don- I-I don’t know, I don’t know..”
“You don’t know?” Eddie echoes, idly circling his thumb around the tip of Jonathan’s cock. “Guess that means you don’t want anything. So we can do whatever we want with you, right?”
The sound of a bottle cap flipping open has Jonathan looking up in a daze, just in time to see Steve squeezing a dollop of lube on his fingers. He can only watch as those fingers move down between his trembling thighs. Headed towards a place no one’s touched before.
His cuffed hands clutch onto Eddie’s belt, needing something to hold, and he doesn’t even register the fact that he’s essentially touching Eddie’s crotch. He can’t think about that right now. His brain can’t form one coherent thought other than fuck that’s cold and holy shit Steve Harrington is about to finger my ass as Steve’s slick fingers find his rim and… rub.
“Ah… ah..” Jonathan flinches a little at the unfamiliar sensation. He feels pressure. Then the tip of Steve’s middle finger breaches him and he jolts, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his tongue so a pained whine doesn’t slip out.
“Jesus, I can barely get one finger in. There’s no way I’m fitting my dick in here,” Steve meets Eddie’s gaze over Jonathan’s shoulder, smirking. “You trying to keep me out, Byers? That’s not very nice of you.”
“You say that as if it didn’t take you three separate tries to take my cock without crying about how much it hurt,” Eddie responds with a smirk of his own, and holds back a chuckle when Steve flashes him a flustered glare. “And I was a lot more gentle with you than you’re being with our new pet right now.”
“Shut up. Dick,” Steve grumbles, moving his middle finger in and out with a bit more care. Not because he actuallycares or anything, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. “You haven’t forgotten he’s a stalker creep that was taking perv shots through the window, right? I don’t need to be gentle. He’s lucky we’re fucking his ass instead of beating it.”
A second finger pushes in and Jonathan winces at the abrupt stretch. He turns his head to the side to try and hide his face in his shoulder, not wanting the older boys to see the pain in his expression. He’s already embarrassed himself enough, he doesn’t need to act like a sensitive weakling too.
Eddie notices his discomfort, though. It’s pretty obvious. Jonathan had gotten so limp and pliant in his embrace after his (second) orgasm, but now his body is so tense it’s as if all his muscles have turned to stone. And that just won’t do.
Sure, Eddie likes causing a little pain every now and then. Likes slapping Steve around until his eyes get teary, likes pinching his nipples until they get all red and puffy, likes squeezing his balls while he fucks him because it makes his hole clench up tight. But that’s fun pain. Steve enjoys that pain, even if he goes on and on and on about how sore his nipples are after Eddie toys with them too much.
The pain of having something shoved up your ass for the first time isn’t as enjoyable… for most people, at least.
Wordlessly, Eddie takes the key from his shirt pocket and unlocks the handcuffs keeping Jonathan captive. He removes them gently, and the loud clank of the metal hitting the floor startles Jonathan - but then Eddie’s hands are touching him again. Rubbing his tender wrists and aching arms.
“Relax, baby,” Eddie murmurs to Jonathan only, pretending not to notice Steve’s eye roll. “Harrington’s just being a brat ‘cause you interrupted us earlier. Acting tougher than he really is. But I’m gonna be realll gentle when I fuck you, okay? So stop tensing and let him open you up for me.”
The promise makes Jonathan’s heart race even faster than it already is, but he nods nonetheless. He feels Eddie lifting his shirt and raises his arms, allowing Eddie to slip it over his head and leave him bare.
The lack of handcuffs eases Jonathan’s fear a little, but more than anything it just makes him feel more awkward. Out of place. Like, what is he supposed to do with his hands now? He instinctively reaches down to cover his cock (which is already chubbing up again) but Eddie swats his hands away and tsks at him, so he just grabs the sheets instead.
Steve goes up to three fingers before finally pulling them out and wiping them off on Jonathan’s thigh. His cock is throbbing with the urge to shove itself in the warm hole his fingers had just been buried in, but he knows he has to wait his turn. Besides, even he’d feel a little bad making Byers lose his virginity to his whopping nine inch cock. Eddie’s is still pretty big for a beginner, a good girthy six inches, but considerably less daunting.
“Ready?” Eddie asks. Obviously eager.
“Yeah. Definitely gonna be a tight fit though,” Steve moves out from between Jonathan’s thighs so they can maneuver him into a different position.
On his side, with one leg bent at the knee and hiked up towards his chest so his ass is propped up and presented for fucking. He’s shaking so much he’s practically vibrating, an embarrassing bodily reaction he has no control over. It happens everytime he’s nervous.
Eddie whistles appraisingly as he shuffles to get behind Jonathan, running one hand down the curve of his spine while the other unbuckles his belt and pulls his erection out.
He doesn’t bother taking any clothes off. He prefers it like this anyway. Fully clothed himself, with a pretty boy totally naked and spread out for him to admire. This view alone is enough spankbank material to last him years.
“Baby, play nice,” Eddie has to correct as he slathers some lube on himself, because Steve is currently kneeling by Jonathan’s head and rubbing his leaking cockhead against his rosy cheek. “If you’re gonna rub your dick on him, at least pet his hair and tell him he’s pretty.”
“Fuck no.”
“Steve.”
Steve rolls his eyes. There’s no way he’s calling the creep pretty. He lets out an exaggerated sigh before resting his hand on Jonathan’s head and giving it a reluctant stroke.
“It’s greasy,” he mutters, but keeps petting nonetheless. His eyes are laser focused on Eddie’s cock, and he’s finding himself much more excited to watch it fuck someone else than he thought he’d be.
It’s like a porno, but real. And instead of a random pornstar, it’s a really hot guy you know personally and really like. And instead of just watching, you’re like, there. And touching. And involved. And-
“Fuccck,” Eddie groans, and Steve can tell he must’ve just stuck his tip inside from the way Jonathan gasps and winces. “Fuckin hell- you’re all tensed up on me, pervy. Steve, c’mon, pet him like you mean it. Remember how nervous you were the first time I fucked you? Our pet needs some comfort right now.”
“Shut up. I wasn’t scared,” Steve retorts, but his detached facade drops a bit when he glances down at Jonathan and sees the tears leaking from his shut eyes. Sees his hands grabbing at the sheets so tight his knuckles are white. He gentles his strokes to Jonathan’s hair, and threads his fingers through the strands to lightly scratch at his scalp.
The tender touch is immediately calming. Especially coming from Steve, who Jonathan thought genuinely hated his guts this whole time up until now. It reminds Jonathan of how his mom would play with his hair when he was younger- though he tries not to think about that, because he does not want to think about his mom while he’s losing his virginity to not one, but two men.
Men he’s obsessed with, even though he’s never spoken to them before tonight. Men he’s spent countless nights watching through windows, touching himself over his pants, wishing he was in the very position he’s in now.
Between them.
It takes a while for Eddie to get inside him comfortably. He keeps pushing in and pulling out, pushing in and pulling out, until Jonathan stops wincing and starts accepting his cock without any resistance. Two big hands hold Jonathan’s hips steady as Eddie slowly rocks his own back and forth, cursing under his breath at the sight of this previously tight, tiny hole stretched wide around his cock.
“Bein’ so good for us, Jon,” Eddie murmurs, building up to a consistent pace but keeping his thrusts gentle. “Is it feeling good, hm? You like having my cock in your pussy?”
“..mmhm… uhhuh..” Jonathan mumbles indistinctly, not trusting himself to speak with actual words. He pushes his head into Steve’s hand like a cat that wants more pets. And more surprising, perhaps, is how he’s nuzzling his cheek against Steve’s inner thigh.
Totally naked with a dick in his ass, and he’s still trying to hide his face. It’s honestly a shame. Hopefully Eddie can train the habit out of him eventually. It’s too pretty a face to be hidden all the time.
“Shit- Eddie, I wanna fuck him,” Steve says with a hint of impatient whininess to his voice. “Are you close?”
“No. I’m not even close to close. Don’t be greedy.”
Steve whines petulantly, tapping his heavy cock on Jonathan’s forehead. “But-”
“Fuck his face if you can’t wait. I’m taking my time with him.”
“…what if he bites me?”
“Jon, baby, are you gonna bite Steve’s dick if he puts it in your pretty mouth?”
Jonathan hastily shakes his head no, whimpering into Steve’s thigh with every slide of Eddie’s cock. His eyes are still shut tight. If he opens them and sees Steve’s erection heading towards his mouth like a giant angry rocket, he’ll either have a small panic attack or cum. Maybe both.
“Awh, such a sweet boy. No bark no bite,” Eddie coos, pressing his pelvis flat to Jonathan’s ass and rolling his hips in slow, deep circles. He commands his obedience with a squeeze to his thigh. “Want you to open your mouth and hold your tongue out. Think you can do that for us, hm?”
The instruction makes Jonathan whine. Hold his tongue out? That’s so embarrassing! But his head feels so foggy, and his body feels so good, and he’s helpless to disobey. So he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out like the good boy he wants to be, and a second later there’s a cock sliding between his lips.
It somehow feels even bigger than he thought it would. He has to widen his jaw to accept the intrusion, and his first instinct is to escape. To push at Steve’s thighs and pull his head back. But Steve’s fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him still as he slides his cock in and out, and it all starts to become… relaxing.
Jonathan doesn’t have to do anything right now. Doesn’t have to move, doesn’t have to think, make decisions, be in charge, speak. All he has to do is lay here, still and quiet and good, and let himself be used.
And that’s all he’s ever wanted to do, really. Be useful.
He cums for a third time quite quickly. Warm waves of pleasurable tingles burst out from his groin, spreading all the way to his toes and fingers. He honestly wouldn’t have even realized it was an orgasm if Eddie hadn’t moaned something shamefully vulgar about how tight his pussy felt around his cock when he came.
“Fuck- so good at cumming, aren’t you? And without even rubbing your cute little clit,” Eddie murmurs, his voice starting to get rougher as his own orgasm approaches. His cockhead is nudging right up against Jonathan’s prostate now, and he makes sure to maintain this position by keeping a firm grip on his waist.
It’s so slim Eddie’s hands could probably wrap all the way around it and meet in the middle if he tried.
“Mmph.. guugh.. sluh- mmmh..” Jonathan garbles around Steve’s cock, the overstimulation beginning to get a little too intense. It feels like Eddie’s cock is battering his insides, continuously hitting this one super sensitive spot that forces an embarrassingly high pitched noise out of him every time.
Jonathan didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.
He reaches one hand back and weakly pushes at Eddie’s stomach. Trying to get him to stop for a second, or at least slow down until that spot inside stops feeling so sensitive. But Eddie just grabs his wrist, pins it to his lower back, and keeps fucking him.
“What’re you whining for baby, huh? You wanna hold my hand?” Eddie teases in a sickeningly sweet voice, releasing his hold on Jonathan’s wrist to intertwine their fingers instead. “So fuckin’ sweet, shit-”
“Eddie, Eddie- fuck, man, I-I’m gonna cum soon. Are you close?” Steve asks hurriedly again, having to tug Jonathan’s head back by the hair so he doesn’t cum in his mouth. He wants to save it for his ass.
“Mmh, yeah. C’mere,” Eddie groans, and Steve scrambles over to him instantly. Jonathan already misses having his mouth full.
They both go quiet - spare for some indistinct smacking noises and a muffled moan when Eddie cums. Jonathan can feel Eddie’s cock throbbing as it spurts inside him, filling him up in a way that’s both horrifically dirty and strangely satisfying. He squeezes Eddie’s hand.
But Eddie doesn’t squeeze back. Doesn’t even say anything. No curses or praise or vulgar words, like Jonathan was expecting. So he works up the strength to turn his neck and look over his shoulder and-
Oh. Eddie and Steve are kissing. Well, kissing may be an understatement.
It almost looks violent, the intensity with which Steve is holding Eddie’s face and smashing their lips together. Jonathan’s soft cock twitches between his thighs. Most likely making another valiant attempt to get hard again, the eager little guy.
Would they kiss him like that, if he asked? Would they even want to?
Jonathan smushes his face into the mattress. Stupid. Obviously they’re not going to kiss him.
They actually like each other, and Jonathan is an insignificant creep to them. Just a pervert that was peeping on them tonight… okay, multiple nights. For multiple months. But they don’t know that part.
Would this even be happening right now if they knew?
If they knew the extent of his perversion. His obsession. If they knew just how many photos he has of them, tucked away in a lockbox in the bottom drawer of his desk. If they knew what he does while he looks at those photos every night. They’d be horrified if they did.
They’d be disgusted.
And they should be. He is disgusting. He doesn’t deserve to be here. Doesn’t deserve to be naked in Eddie’s bed, with Eddie’s cock nestled deep inside him. Doesn’t deserve to know what Steve’s cock tastes like, what it feels like to have Steve’s hand in his hair. He doesn’t deserve any of this.
He shouldn’t be here.
Jonathan’s breathing falters. Previously slow inhales turn quick and shaky as the urge to cry creeps up his throat. How did he get here?
The hum of the fan and the faint Black Sabbath record playing in the background fade. All he can hear is their lips behind him. Wet and passionate. It’s too much.
There’s no sound when he’s outside the window. He just… watches. He can’t hear, can’t smell, can’t feel. And that’s how it’s supposed to be. He isn’t supposed to be here.
Jonathan pulls his hand out of Eddie’s grip and crawls forward on the bed. He needs to get away. Needs to go home. Eddie’s cock slides out of him, and the sudden emptiness forces a wet sob past his lips. It’s a horrible feeling.
He wishes he never knew how good it felt to be full.
There are hands on his hips instantly. Pulling him back, flipping him over. Jonathan doesn’t realize Eddie’s speaking to him until he opens his eyes and sees Eddie’s mouth moving. But everything’s blurry, and whatever he’s saying is unintelligible over the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Jonathan is crying now, limbs flailing as he tries to get away, tries pushing Eddie’s hands off of him. His chest hurts. He feels so cold inside. Empty. Disgusting.
“-okay, shhh shh, stop kicking, you’re okay, you’re okay,” Eddie is speaking to him with a softness he doesn’t deserve. Holding his thighs down to the mattress so gently. He wouldn’t be this gentle if he knew. “Why’re you crying, sweetheart?”
“Wan- I wanna guh- g-go-”
“You’re not going anywhere, baby,” Eddie murmurs, calm and in control. He says something to Steve, who swiftly grabs Jonathan’s wrists to stop his frantic hitting. He only needs one hand to secure both of them. “We’re not done playing with you yet. Why do you wanna go, hm? Are we not making you feel good?”
“I-I- nuh-no, nono-” Jonathan shakes his head, struggling to think coherently, to get his tongue to move and form words. “I jus- Idon’tknow, I-I dunno-”
“But you’ve been so good, Jonathan. Such a good, sweet boy. Don’t you want to keep being good for us?”
Jonathan blinks rapidly, tears streaming down his cheeks and pooling under his chin. His squirming is dying down now, the soft praise making his brain nice and fuzzy again, soothing the lingering panic.
“..yeah…”
“Yeah? You wanna keep being a good boy? Let us play with you some more?”
“Ye.. yes, y-yeah, wanna… m’good..”
“Yeahhh, you are good, baby. So good,” Eddie smiles, leaning down to lay a kiss on Jonathan’s pouty lips. Jonathan whines and chases his lips when he pulls away, gazing up at him with these dazed teary eyes, looking like a sad kitten that was left out in the rain.
“Awh, does my sweet boy want some more kisses? Is that what got you all upset, hm? Was I giving Stevie all my attention?”
Jonathan’s head nods up and down all on its own, another needy whine coming from his throat. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Eddie kisses him again. What to do with his body, his hands, his lips. All he knows is it feels good. Warm.
“Shit-” Steve curses under his breath, stroking himself to the sight of his boyfr- fuckbuddy making out with his stalker.
It should probably turn him off that Byers just broke down in sobs and had a weird pervert panic attack, but for some reason, he wants to fuck him even more now. Something about how utterly pathetic Byers looked sniveling and struggling like that just… did it for him.
He really is kinda cute. For a creep.
“Eddie, Eds- my turn,” Steve says impatiently. He doesn’t wait for a response before nudging Eddie out of the way and pressing his lips to Jonathan’s instead.
It’s honestly laughable how bad Byers is at kissing. He’s clearly never been kissed before, because his lips are just opening and closing awkwardly like a fish out of water. Steve finds it infuriatingly endearing.
He moves himself between Jonathan’s thighs without pulling back from their kiss, one hand holding Jonathan’s jaw still while the other grasps the base of his cock.
“Spread your legs,” he murmurs into Jonathan’s mouth between kisses, and nearly chuckles at how fast the command is followed. “Gonna fuck you now, Byers. This is what you’ve wanted all along, right? Always staring at me in school. Taking photos at my games. I saw a flash outside my window the other night, didn’t think anything of it until now. That was you too, huh?”
The head of Steve’s cock nudges at Jonathan’s rim. He presses in slowly, and some of Eddie’s cum drips out as Jonathan’s hole stretches to accept the thick intrusion.
“..I-I’m sorry- yes, ah-! m’sorry,” Jonathan whimpers, burning hot with shame. He winces and clutches tight to Steve’s biceps when his cock first breeches him, the stretch way more intense than with Eddie’s. His toes curl at the stinging pain, nails digging into Steve’s flesh hard enough to leave indents. “Ah- ah, waitwaitplease, it hurts-”
“Shut up. I should be hurting you a lot worse than this, spying little creep.You’re lucky you’re cute,” Steve mutters, pulling out and slowly dipping back in. He groans at how fucking tight it feels, all warm and wet inside from Eddie’s cum.
Steve’s never fucked a guy before. Not in the ass. The only guy he’s been with is Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t let him top because, well… his dick is simply too big. Scary big, unnaturally big, like two coke cans stacked on top of each other, as Eddie has told him many times. And this feels way different than fucking a girl. He’s barely a quarter of the way inside and he’s already close.
“Fuccck, be careful, baby. He’s tight,” Eddie groans from beside them, his soft cock growing again where it hangs out the fly of his boxers. “Hang on, I’m gonna fuck his throat.”
Eddie stands up, drops his pants down to his ankles, and a second later Jonathan is being dragged by his armpits until his head is hanging backwards over the edge of the bed. He whimpers at the sudden change in position, opening his eyes to see Eddie’s cock and balls dangling right in front of his face.
“Open,” Eddie says, slapping his tip on Jonathan’s lips. They open without hesitation. “Atta boy. All you gotta do is keep your mouth open wide for me, okay pretty? Pinch me if you need a break.”
“..oka-” Jonathan is barely able to respond before Eddie’s pushing his cock past his lips and down his throat. He panics at first. Forgets he can breathe through his nose and nearly chokes trying to gasp for air. Then Eddie’s hand is on his chin, so gentle as he tilts his head back further so he can slide in deeper, and the panic is overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of trust.
“Ohmygod- f-fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” Steve slots his hands under Jonathan’s knees and shove them up until they touch his chest, practically bending him in half and using the leverage to fuck himself deeper.
Jonathan’s whines helplessly around Eddie’s cock, so overwhelmed by the two men thrusting in and out of him at the same time. He pushes at Steve’s hips, back arching, rim fluttering, but Steve pays him no mind. He’s not stopping until he cums.
“Yeah, I can tell. He makes such a good pet, doesn’t he? I think we shou- shhh, you’re okay- we should keep him,” Eddie murmurs, soothing Jonathan with a stroke to his cheek when he gags.
“Fucckyea- I mean, yeah, I guess… at least he’ll let me fuh- oh fuck- Eddie, holyshit, look,” Steve abruptly stops thrusting and holds himself still, staring down at the bulge of his own cock showing a few inches below Jonathan’s navel. Right where Jonathan’s own cock is resting small and soft on his belly. “Ohmyfuck- Eddie, Eddie, it’s my fucking dick. Look- my dick!”
“Fuck, that’s fucking hot. Poor little guy is stuffed sooo full. I can’t believe he’s even taking you,” Eddie groans, fucking Jonathan’s mouth with slow, languid thrusts. He reaches down to lightly rub at the tiny bulge, and Steve moans so loudly he sounds like a wounded animal.
“Aah! Ohgod- E-Eddie, man, stopstopst- I’m gonna cum-”
“Awh, so soon baby?” Eddie pouts teasingly, earning a huff of annoyance from Steve.
“Shutthefuck- you- y-you’re fucking- rubbing my fucking dick through- how am I not supposed to- ooh, fuck-” Steve stammers, pulling his hips back a little to escape the sensation, then immediately missing it and thrusting back in. “Oh please, pleaseplease- can I? Can I cum?”
“No. Be a gentleman and make our guest cum first. It’s only polite.”
“Buh- but, he’s already cum three times! He’s not even hard!” Steve whines indignantly, thighs and abdomen tensing to hold back his orgasm.
“Better put that lovely big dick of yours to good use, then. I want to see him cum on it before we’re done here.”
Jonathan hasn’t heard a single word they’ve said since Eddie stuck his cock down his throat, so he squeals in surprise when Steve takes his spent shaft between his thumb and forefingers and starts stroking it. Steve even pulls his foreskin down and spits on his tip to get him wet, trying to coax him to hardness again.
It’s torture. He chokes and gags, both his hands shooting down between his thighs, trying to shield his sensitive cock from being touched. But it’s no use. Eddie swiftly grabs his wrists in one hand and tuts at him, giving one nipple a punishing pinch for hiding himself.
Eddie hates when pretty boys try to hide from him. Steve had the same self-conscious habit when they first started hooking up. Would cover his face when he came, bury his head under the pillows when Eddie was fucking him too good, shut his legs tight when Eddie would venture down to eat his pussy.
One sharp swat to his cock was always Steve’s punishment for doing so. But Jonathan’s cocklet is too tiny and cute to slap, Eddie’s brain decides, so his nipples will have to take the punishment instead. It’ll work just as well, if how quickly Jonathan stops fighting their touch is any indication.
Such a smart boy, learning so fast. He must want to be kept so bad.
“Awh, did you see that? His clit twitched when I touched his nipple. Man, he keeps getting cuter and cuter,” Eddie licks his thumb and lightly rubs it over Jonathan’s left nipple in apology for pinching it, and is delighted to see the tiny drip of precum that leaks out of him in response.
“Fuck, keep- keep doing that. I thhah- think he likes it,” Steve groans, feeling Jonathan start to throb between his fingers. He’s so close he can’t stop himself from pounding into the warm body beneath him with abandon, stroking Jonathan’s tiny cock in time with his frantic thrusts. “Ohfuck, fuckfuck- Eddie, I can’t- please, I-I need to, pleasepl-”
“Wait.”
“I can’t- ohplease oh- fuuck!”
Steve’s orgasm sets off a chain reaction. As soon as the first drop of cum shoots from his cock, Jonathan is spilling into his hand. Hardly anything comes out, just a pathetic watery spurt or two, but somehow that makes it even hotter. And watching both boys cum at the same time, moaning and twitching and bucking their hips like cute little bunny rabbits, sends Eddie over the edge as well.
He manages to pull out of Jonathan’s mouth in time, but just barely. Eddie jerks himself over Jonathan’s face and cums on his parted lips, groaning incoherent curses and praise as he does.
The abrupt withdrawal makes Jonathan cough a bit, face all messy with salvia and tears, but he still keeps his mouth open wide for Eddie to cum in. Even peeks his tongue out to lap at where some of it lands on his chin and upper lip.
Perverts are always so greedy.
“Holy fuck,” Eddie says with a chuckle. He swipes up a stray dribble of cum that was heading towards Jonathan’s eye and puts a hand on the back of his head, slowly lifting it up. “Shhh, careful now. Up you go…”
The room is full of heavy panting and the occasional whimper from Jonathan as they maneuver him to the center of the bed again, Steve moving with him so his cock doesn’t budge. Eddie scampers off to the bathroom once Jonathan is settled back on the pillow comfortably, no doubt fetching a damp wash cloth. Maybe a cup of water and an Advil, too.
Usually he and Steve just wipe off with a dirty shirt or the bedsheets, they’re simple men after all, but Jonathan does have about four loads of cum on his belly and two more oozing out of his ass, so they’ll probably need some backup.
When Steve does pull out it’s slowly, and he apologizes under his breath every time Jonathan winces in pain. He’s seen that face before. The owowow your huge fucking cock just split me the fuck open and it fucking hurts face. It makes him feel guilty every time… and a little smug, he can’t lie.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve murmurs as Eddie’s walking back in the bedroom, one hand gently holding Jonathan’s cheek to the side while his thumb rests on his taint, just above his sore, swollen hole. “He’s, like, gaping.”
It’s a bit of an exaggeration, but Jonathan’s hole does look extremely well used. Abused might even be the better word for it. It winks up at them like it can feel them staring, instinctively trying to clench shut but so fucked out it’s unable to close fully. Unable to hold in the stream of cum that’s leaking out of it.
“Poor thing, he’s gonna be sooo sore tomorrow,” Eddie coos through a pout, handing Steve a washcloth. Jonathan can’t tell if it’s sincere or mock sympathy. The urge to hide himself is getting strong again, now that-
Now that it’s over. Now that they’re done with him.
Is… is he supposed to leave now? They’re probably expecting him to leave, right? Shit, where are his clothes?
Jonathan shifts backwards on the bed and squishes his legs together, keeping his eye-line down as he searches for them. His shirt and pants are in a heap on the floor with his underwear and… one sock. When did his socks come off? His eyes flit around the room, trying to spot the other- oh, whatever. One sock is fine, he can leave with one sock-
Wait, where are his shoes?! Did they come off in here? Maybe they’re in the-
“Hey. Hey,” Eddie clicks his tongue. Jonathan’s whole body flinches. “Lie back down. And stop eyeing the floor like you’re about to take off running.”
…lie back down? Jonathan looks up at Eddie then back down at himself. When did he sit up? He pulls his knees to his chest. It’s hard. His movements feel slow, like all his muscles are ten times heavier.
“I.. s-sorry- I should go-”
“Shut up, and lie down,” Eddie says again, more firmly this time, making it clear it’s an order.
Jonathan opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie shoots him a look so stern it sends shivers up his spine. He forces himself to ignore the overwhelming urge to run and gingerly lies back down, hands cupped over his crotch.
“Good,” Eddie murmurs, back to his softer tone of voice now. “Close your eyes.”
Eddie waits for the command to be obeyed, then pushes the hair back from Jonathan’s forehead and gently wipes down his face with a warm, soft cloth. Across his hairline, over his eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, his lips. Cleansing the lingering tears and sweat and saliva.
He keeps one hand on Jonathan’s head, stroking his hair as he moves the cloth down. Runs it over his neck and chest before swiping up all the cum on his belly. He nudges Jonathan’s hands out of the way to access his spent cock, extra gentle as he wipes that down too. Jonathan still whimpers and twitches at the sensitivity, but doesn’t try to cover himself again.
“Good… such a good boy… sweet boy, so good for us…”
The whispered praise fills Jonathan’s head and soothes his racing heart. He feels Steve lifting his leg to wipe up the mess of lube on his thighs and cum from his hole, and the shame is still there. Settled at the bottom of his mind, fighting to rise to the surface. But more than anything, he just feels exhausted. He’s too tired to be embarrassed anymore.
They fucked all the fight of him. He doesn’t even hear Eddie speaking to him until there’s a light tap at his cheek.
“-old? How about a shirt, hm?”
“..wh..huh?” Jonathan works up the energy to open his eyes and blinks up at Eddie in a fog, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“I asked if you’re cold, baby. You’re still shivering. Do you want some comfy clothes to sleep in?” Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear while he speaks, gazing down at him with a fondness Jonathan’s never seen directed at himself before.
“..oh… um..” Jonathan swallows slowly and winces a little. Sleep in? Does that mean he doesn’t have to leave? His throat aches. Everything aches. The consequence of getting fucked like a toy by two large men, he supposes. “..no… I-I’m okay..”
“You sure? ‘Cause I’ve got some pretty cozy pajamas with your name on them,” Eddie smiles, tracing the knuckle of his index finger along the slope of Jonathan’s cheekbone. “You can be naked if you want, though. Won’t hear any complaints from me either way. Big boy Steve here does like to cuddle in the nude, so-”
As if called into action, Steve flops face down on the bed next to Jonathan and slings an arm over his waist. The casualness of it feels wrong. Like he’s done it a thousand times before. Like Jonathan is someone he’s comfortable with, and not a stalker stranger he frequently refers to as the creep.
“Mmm, Eddie, light,” Steve mumbles into a pillow, sounding half-asleep already. He always gets so sleepy after sex. “Some of us have work in th’ morning, y’know.”
“Yeah yeah, you’re a working boy, I know,” Eddie has a smile on his face as he flicks the lamp off and slides into bed on the other side of Jonathan’s stock still body.
Not only is Steve staying the night of his own volition, a milestone Eddie has been looking forward to for weeks now, there’s a second pretty boy sleeping naked in his bed. Eddie hums in contentment and cuddles up close, draping one arm over Jonathan’s chest and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“This okay?” He asks softly, fingers drawing absentminded shapes on Jonathan’s pec. Eddie can feel the awkwardness radiating off him like a furnace, all his limbs tensed up and frozen still, like he doesn’t think he can so much as twitch in case the movement disturbs either boy.
And if he’s being honest, Jonathan doesn’t know if it’s okay.
It’s a little too much. Too much touch, too much closeness. It feels smothering, being held like this. The only people he’s ever been this close to are his mom and brother, and they don’t even count, really. This isn’t something he’s used to, and it’s uncomfortable and scary but… nice.
“…yes,” Jonathan says after a short lull. He takes a deep breath in and lets his muscle relax. Forces his mind to shut off and accept the touch, as much as it scares him.
“Not a man of many words, are you?” Eddie murmurs. But his tone isn’t condescending, like it is with most people when they comment on Jonathan’s brevity. It’s just an observation.
“…sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it, the whole mysterious vibe you’ve got going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. As long as you show me how to develop those photos in the morning.”
Normally, Jonathan doesn’t like to be observed. He’s the one who observes. Who watches others from the sidelines. Quiet and invisible.
But maybe being seen isn’t so bad after all.