Chapter 1: you know i want your video
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It had been a long time coming. Steve knew that. He’d been working towards it for months. New content almost every day, multiple private requests weekly on top of the classic weekly stream. It was expected to happen relatively soon.
However, he definitely didn’t expect the notification to appear across his monitor as he just so happened to be riding his favourite pink dildo into oblivion. A small spattering of confetti flew across his stream as moans tumbled out of his lips, the heat in his stomach growing ever so strong. He smiled softly as he wrapped his free hand around his aching cock. He couldn’t help but hiss at the moment of friction as he started to move his wrist in time with his thrusts. A mix of curses fell from his lips as he watched the comments stream in. Each one encouraged, almost begging him to cum for them. A small smirk played across his lips as he felt the heat in his stomach start to reach its peak.
“A present for you all,” Steve whined, forcing the words out as his legs started to shake, “For helping me reach my goal so quickly.” Just as the final word left his lips, he felt his cock twitch in his grip. The telltale sign of just how close he was. He sped up, letting the dildo nudge that familiar spot inside him over and over as he worked himself over with his palm.
His thumb ghosted over the head of his cock, just as he felt his stomach tense. His lips fell open as his eyes clenched shut, a loud groan escaping as he ceased all movement, letting himself reach his climax. He felt his cum spurt across his hand, across his chest and his bed.
Fuck. That was going to be a bitch to clean up.
A flurry of dings echoed throughout the room as comment after comment came flying in. His eyes trailed across them, picking up on the mass of ‘good boys’ and ‘you did so well, scoops.’ A small smile played across his lips as he took a deep breath.
With shaky legs, he slowly pulled himself up and off the bed, just giving himself enough room to clutch the lube-covered pink plastic and move it towards the side. The comments were still racing in, each one congratulating him on reaching his subscriber goal and he felt the praise wash over him, small goosebumps teasing across his bare arms and chest.
“Thank you all, again, for one thousand subscribers. I never thought I’d reach one hundred, let alone this,” Steve whispered, making sure to keep his angle right as he spoke. Just below the nose, showing off his swollen pink lips as he spoke, “If you’re new here, I’ll have a little surprise for everyone on the next stream. Just a little token of my appreciation, so make sure to tune in. I’m Scoops and it’s been lovely to serve you. I’ll see you pervs next week.” His hand shook slightly as he reached out to cover the camera, immediately letting his other hand meet his mouse to end the stream.
A small sigh fell out of his lips as a smile graced them. He’d fucking done it. Robin was going to be so proud of him.
He’d started streaming as a means to an end, he had to pay for his degree and he didn’t exactly have the time to work a conventional job. It had fallen into his lap when Robin had jokingly suggested that he should start an OnlyFans. She quickly realised that Steve was actually thinking about it when the silence between them became deafening but she had been supportive from the beginning, almost taking on the role of his manager. It just made sense honestly.
Steve’s thoughts were interrupted by a series of knocks ringing through the wooden door before it swung open to reveal Robin, arms full with a large bottle of water and a ziplock bag of carrot sticks. He immediately stuck his hands out, gesturing for the carrot sticks and a laugh escaped her lips as she passed them to him. He grinned as he pulled it open. Fuck, he hadn’t realised how hungry he really was. The stream went a tad longer than usual and he didn’t like to eat beforehand. It always made it slightly more painful, and while he loved a bit of pain, that was just a bit too much. “Jesus, you were loud today,” Robin commented, gently pushing the pink dildo away as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, “Went over time as well, are you okay?”
Steve laughed lightly before taking a long swig of water, his aching throat starting to soothe. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m pretty okay Robs. I fucking hit one thousand,” He spoke, watching as Robin’s face lit up, “Didn’t think it was going to actually happen but it finally did.” He took another long sip of water, preparing himself for the loud celebration that was about to burst out of his best friend.
Throughout what seemed to feel like his entire life, she had been the one person who had always been so endlessly supportive of him. She’s been there the day he was kicked out by his parents, one phone call and she’d turned up at his doorstep ready to help him pack. It had always been Robin.
“HOLY SHIT STEVE!” She cried, attacking him with a familiar, tight hug but she very quickly pulled away, a disgusted expression across her face and Steve burst out laughing “I. I forgot that you were just- ugh.” The celebration had clearly been cut short as Robin started to rub her hands against the bed, trying to remove whatever she thought was contaminating them.
“Uh, Robs, I don’t know if the bed is the best place for you to clean yourself off.” Steve pointed out, shoving a few carrot sticks into his mouth as he watched Robin’s jaw fall open. He couldn’t help the fact that he was messy. It was part of the job. Her face contorted even more as she pushed herself up off the bed.
“You’re so gross, Harrington. Why the fuck would you let me sit here for so long? Go fucking shower or something and then change your gross-ass bedsheets,” Robin demanded, picking up Steve’s robe from the back of his door and throwing it towards him, “Oh, I made the appointment by the way.”
Steve quirked his eyebrows as he pulled the silk robe over his spent body. “When did you make the appointment? You only just found out I hit my goal,” He questioned and Robin smirked before shrugging lightly. She had always been tricky.
“I have my ways,” She teased, “I made it like three weeks ago. I knew you’d hit it this month.” Steve couldn’t stop the small smile that teased across his lips as his stomach flipped. He couldn’t help the fact that he was a sucker for praise, no matter who it came from. It helped that Robin knew that. His subtle craving for praise and approval. She had no problem leaning into it, reminding him how proud of him she was. He loved it. He loved her. “Go shower, dingus. You smell like sex.”
A loud laugh escaped his lips as he pushed himself off the bed, letting his shaky legs ground themselves on the hardwood floor. Robin quickly collected the empty water bottle, along with the ziplock bag before shuffling out of Steve’s bedroom, letting him trail behind. Steve took a quick detour, letting his feet meet the cold tiles of the small bathroom that they shared.
Their apartment had been an incredible find. A two-bedroom fixer-upper just near the University they both attended. It was perfect for them. It worked. Steve’s robe slowly fell off his arms, tumbling onto the tile as he turned on the shower, silently praying that the building’s hot water hadn’t been completely used up yet. A few seconds later, a trail of steam started to fill the small room and a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he climbed into the hot stream, letting it fall upon his aching back. He never expected OnlyFans to be this physical. Well, he had, just not in the way it really was. He definitely didn’t expect the never-ending lower back aches from presenting himself to the camera daily but it was worth it for the perfect shot.
He took his time, letting the water fall into his hair and washing the sweat and grime away. He made sure to take his time washing away the last of the lube that was clinging to his skin. While it was cherry flavored, his favourite, he didn’t particularly like the smell or feeling of leftover lube hours later. Once he felt sufficiently clean, he stepped out of the steam and wrapped himself with one of the fluffy towels he and Robin had invested in.
The entire apartment was filled with cheap IKEA furniture but there were a few things they’d both agreed to splurge on, towels being one of them. As he padded back to his bedroom, he smiled at Robin who had taken up her place on their small couch, keeping his cushion free. He quickly pulled on the pair of pink track pants and the oversized white hoodie he had stolen from an ex-hookup. His ‘after stream uniform’ as Robin had dubbed it. He liked being comfortable, what could he say? After collecting his laptop, he slowly padded his way back towards the living room and took his rightful spot on the couch, just opposite Robin.
Steve flicked his eyes up towards the small TV to see what Robin was so focused on and quickly recognised the previous week's episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race. A giggle fell out of his lips as he remembered the queen who happened to go home was one of Robin’s favorites, he’d have to vacate the room before they reached the lipsynch. No one wanted to be around Robin when her favorite queen was sent home. Letting the drag queens become a steady background noise, he flipped his laptop open before quickly entering his password.
The screen lit up with a photo of him and Robin, the day they left Hawkins. Dustin had insisted on taking a picture to document ‘the day they had abandoned him’ which Steve had greatly protested but was quickly bullied by the entire party into posing and smiling for a few seconds. He was glad they’d all yelled at him. It was one of his favorite photos. A small sigh escaped his lips. God, he missed the kids. It wasn’t that long until summer break and he knew they were all coming up to Indy for a few weeks but it wasn’t the same as when he used to drive them everywhere every day. He’d hated leaving them behind but they knew he had to leave, it wasn’t safe for him in Hawkins anymore.
He quickly navigated to his already open tab, letting his eyes trail across the mass of notifications and messages. He couldn’t help but smile as each person praised him for an incredible stream, excited to see what he had in store for the next week. A little voice in the back of his head tried to tell him to check what private video requests he had but he was able to shut it up. It wasn’t time for work, thank god.
He had learnt the hard way what happened when he focused too heavily on his work. Robin had only described him as irritable and he couldn’t disagree. He needed to keep an even balance and the schedule she had created for him helped immensely. After a stream, it was purely time to relax and do something fun. If he even tried to mention work, he’d get a smack up the head from Robin before she grinned at him, insisting that they played a round of MarioKart and Steve could never refuse.
He closed the tab, letting the praise wash over him as he quickly typed in the next website he needed to check. A soft pink took over his screen as he entered his log-in details, the email he used specifically for OnlyFans and his password which he had always thought was genius but Robin had guessed on the first try. Apparently using your last name and your high school nickname as your password wasn’t an overwhelmingly smart decision.
The website reloaded and his screen was quickly replaced with multiple photos of older men, each one with classic spiels attached underneath. His gaze hovered over the bell icon in the corner, a tiny ‘36’ was lit up in red and a small sigh fell out of his lips as he hovered over it. The screen lit up with a mass of messages and Steve slowly started to work his way through reading them.
Just like he never expected himself to be a glorified porn star, he never expected that his daily routine would include checking a website created purely for the purpose of finding rich old men to spoil him. What could he say? He knew that he was pretty, he already used it in one way and he knew he may as well take advantage of it as much as he possibly could.
“How’s the search going?” Robin asked, drawing his attention away from the screen. Steve scoffed lightly before shaking his head. The search was going absolutely horridly. He’d only gone on one date and it had ended with Steve excusing himself to the bathroom to sneak out the back of the restaurant after the man had asked him how he felt about moving in with him. His skin crawled at the thought of the way his hand had trailed across his ass as they walked over to the private table. Safe to say, he was quickly blocked as soon as Steve arrived home.
“Oh my god Robs, listen to this message I just got,” Steve giggled, drawing Robin’s attention away from the TV for a few seconds, “Okay, wait let me get into character.” A smile teased across her lips as Steve adjusted himself on the couch, rolling his neck from side to side a few times before clearing his throat. “What is such a pretty thing like you doing on this side of the web? Looking for a daddy to take care of you, little one?” He spoke, voice gruff as he imitated what he expected the man in the images to sound like. His eyes flicked up to Robin, trying to gauge her reaction as her face started to contort.
“Jesus, do all men speak like that Steve? How the fuck do you do this?” She questioned, shaking her head slightly. He just laughed in response as he quickly deleted the chat offer from the man. He checked the other requests he’d received overnight and they all seemed to follow the same template. Compliment him, and call themselves his daddy before adding a creepy ass pet name at the end. It was so predictable and yet each one sent a new set of chills across Steve’s skin.
“We need the money Robs. As much as I love streaming, I don’t make enough just yet to live off. I’m not losing the flat or falling into too much debt with University. If it means I have to sit through a few dates with these men old enough to be my grandfather, I can do that,” Steve explained quietly, letting his eyes hover over the screen as he searched for someone acceptable enough. He heard a small sigh fill the space between him and Robin, “Plus, I promise I won’t go out with anyone too creepy. I may need money but I still have my standards.” The slight joking tone in his voice broke the tension as Robin’s laugh fluttered through the space, shoving him slightly.
“Thank god,” She teased, “I may be a lesbian but I can still appreciate a good-looking man, so show me the options.” He shuffled closer to her as she held up the small blanket, encouraging him to join her underneath it. A small sigh of relief fell from his lips when Robin’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in close as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her finger slowly met the screen, pointing at a film photo of a man who looked like he was well into his sixties, “I like him. He has a cool aesthetic.”
“Robs, I have the feeling it’s not an aesthetic choice,” Steve giggled, starting to scroll through the man's account, “He looks like he doesn’t even know what a digital camera is!” Robin laughed loudly, echoing across the raw brick walls of their apartment as she pushed off his shoulder to point at the screen once again.
“Hey! That is the latest iPhone, give…” She cried before pausing to squint at the screen once again, “ARTHUR. Give Arthur some credit, okay? Just because you don’t care about aesthetics doesn’t mean that that old Artie doesn’t care as well.” Steve felt tears well in his eyes as loud laughs tumbled one after the other out of his lips, a strong ache developing in his stomach as Robin continued to ramble about how Arthur clearly had a strong understanding of aesthetics.
“FINE,” He finally forced out through his laughter, “Fine. I’ll respond to him.” Steve clicked on his profile and the screen quickly loaded up the messages tab on the website. Just as he clicked on Arthur’s name, the screen was immediately lit up with one of the worst dick pics that Steve had ever seen. His jaw fell open as he scrambled forward. Robin let out an anguished scream and slammed the laptop shut before Steve managed to. He couldn’t help but laugh as Robin pushed herself off the couch, a collection of curses falling out her lips as she stormed toward the small kitchen.
“I NEED TO BLEACH MY FUCKING EYES.” She cried as Steve attempted to calm himself down. This is exactly why he hadn’t let Robin help him in his search yet. He couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of her finding out that this is an almost daily occurrence. It never gets comfortable but he can't help but just sigh each time before blocking the account. He had to admit, he was surprised the first time, expecting the website to have some sort of filter to stop this from happening. After the fifth one he had received in one day, he quickly realised it definitely didn’t.
“Jesus Robs, you don’t think you’re being a tad dramatic?” Steve cried, hearing Robin let out another cry as she ran her eyes under the water, “It wasn’t even that bad!” It was bad, don’t get him wrong but it was clear that good old Artie had at least something to show off. He knew it would just be wasted words trying to explain that to Robin as she trudged back into the living room, a small frown plastered across her lips.
“You should burn that laptop,” She stated simply, climbing back under the blanket and cuddling up next to him, “I’m never going to forget that. I’m scarred for life and it’s all your fault, dingus. How dare you do this to me.” Steve smirked at her, pulling her into a tight hug as he placed the laptop on the small coffee table. He watched the colors play across their small TV for a few moments before slowly leaning towards Robin.
“Salina goes home,” He whispered delicately in her ear, “Just so you know.” Steve immediately pulled himself off the couch, just in time to miss the hard hit that Robin threw. He watched as her fist met the mangled cushion and his jaw fell open as her eyes fell onto him.
“Fuck you, Harrington,” Robin spat, her eyes squinted as he let a small laugh fall out of his lips, “Oh? You think this is funny? I’m going to log into your laptop and leak every single photo you’ve ever posted. Do you still think it’s fucking funny?” He couldn’t stop himself from bursting into loud laughter. He knew Robin would never cause him any harm, just like he knew he’d never cause her any damage. They were incapable of hurting each other, it would hurt themselves more than the other one. “Fuck you. Don’t talk to me for the rest of the night.” She sulked, turning back to the TV with a slight pout on her lips.
“I’m going to get in bed and pass out, Buckley,” Steve smiled, collecting his laptop from the coffee table as he felt Robin’s eyes burn into the back of his head, “What time are we leaving here tomorrow?”
“We have to leave at eleven but be ready at ten so I can make sure you eat,” She grumbled, yanking the blanket closer towards her before cuddling further into the couch, “Love you.” She whispered, eyes trailing towards his figure to confirm that he had heard it. Steve felt his face flush at those two words.
“Love you too Robs.” He responded before padding back towards his room. He flung the door open before he placed his laptop on his desk. His body was still aching slightly as he pulled the track pants off, just leaving him in his boxers and the large hoodie. He could feel his eyes drooping as he stumbled towards his bed.
God, there weren’t many things that took it out of him like a stream does. He understood the physical ache but the mental discomfort took him by surprise the first few streams. Robin had once pointed out that he played a clear character, it wasn’t completely him. It was an amplified version of himself. She said that would have to be draining to keep up for three hours every week and he quickly realised that’s exactly what the mental drain was. Robin’s voice echoed in his head, reminding him to change his sheets as he pulled the duvet over his body. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept in the dirty sheets, what’s one more night? He’d change them tomorrow. His eyes started to flutter shut, despite his wishes for them to open one last time and sleep quickly overtook him.
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Steve’s alarm echoed off the raw brick walls as his eyes slowly fluttered open to stare at the peeling paint of his ceiling. A grumble escaped his lips as he threw the soft duvet to one side of his bed, pushing himself to place his feet on the hardwood floor and finally stand up. He silently cursed Robin for booking the appointment for the day after a stream as his muscles ached. She’d always told him he needed to start stretching every day if he was going to be hiking his legs up and over his shoulders so often and he had just laughed it off until this exact moment. The moment where he took a small step away from the bed and his leg just gave out from underneath him, forcing his knees to land against the wood. A loud groan fell out of his lips as the pain set in, fuck maybe he did need to listen to Robin more.
He heaved himself up off the floor and slowly walked towards the door, taking extra care with each step. He really didn’t need to stack it in front of Robin this morning, he knew she was already searching for revenge after his little spoiler last night and he couldn’t give her that satisfaction.
“Good morning sunshine!” Robin cried as Steve tumbled into the kitchen. She was already dressed, a cream cable-knit sweater paired with the pair of green corduroy pants that she had found last time they went thrifting. Her hands were wrapped around her favourite mug, the largest one in their small collection as she grinned at him.
It was a sight. Seeing Robin Buckley fully dressed before midday. Steve paused for a few seconds, slowly blinking at the image in front of him as he processed it. “You woke up on the right side of the bed, birdie,” He murmured, padding towards the coffee pot that was still steaming, “We’re leaving at eleven still?” She just nodded in response, humming as she pushed herself up and off the stool she was perched on. Just as he watched her feet meet the tiled floor, the toaster beside him popped up causing him to jump slightly. He knew he was normally out of it the day after a stream but this was a new low.
He collected his mug and grasped the coffee pot in one hand, watching as the cup slowly filled. Before he could even ask, Robin had already placed his vanilla creamer on the counter. A small smile graced his lips as he quickly twisted the top off, pouring a healthy serving into the mug. Not even a minute later, a small plate filled with toast was placed in front of him. “Eat. I don’t want you to pass out during the appointment,” Robin stated, pushing it towards him before she placed herself back down on her stool to enjoy her breakfast. Steve hummed as he took a bite, smiling at her with a thankful gaze. She always took care of him. “I don’t want you to embarrass me in front of the artist. He seems sick, and I don’t need you to taint my reputation,” She teased, each word dripping with a familiar tone. The tone she saved specifically for him. It was like they had their language. They’d often teased each other around friends before quickly realising they thought they were actually angry at each other. It just made sense for them, he couldn’t explain it.
Steve scoffed around his bite of toast, shaking his head before downing the last sip of his coffee. “What the fuck does one even wear to a tattoo appointment?” He questioned, trudging towards the sink that was slowly piling up with dirty dishes. He placed his mug and plate in the collection before turning back towards Robin who was finishing her piece of toast. She tapped on her phone a few times before swallowing the bite that she was working on.
“He just said to dress comfortably,” She provided, turning her phone off and sliding it back into her small bag, “So like a pair of shorts and a shirt? I don’t know Steve, I’ve never been tattooed.” Her last few words tumbled out her mouth as she stood up from her stool before starting to usher him back towards his bedroom. “You could wear your favorite pair of lace panties and I wouldn’t care. Just as long as you’re ready in the next twenty minutes.”
Steve laughed loudly before turning into his room. He immediately pulled the hoodie over his head, tossing it towards his slightly overflowing hamper in the corner of his room. The cool metal of the handle on his set of drawers met his hand as he pulled them open, searching for a clean pair of boxers. In his search, his hand fell upon a slightly fraying pair of his old basketball shorts. A grin teased his lips as he placed them across his shoulder. Comfortable. Tight. Perfect for the appointment.
The new pair of boxers quickly replaced his pair from the previous night before he pulled the shorts over the top. He could feel the way they were hugging his hips and he couldn’t help but smile. There was a certain kind of satisfaction Steve experienced occasionally. When he found something he knew just made him look too good. He loved dressing up. For himself, of course. He didn’t look this good for anyone else. He quickly pulled a white singlet over his head when he heard Robin call his name before grabbing a pair of sneakers, stuffing a pair of socks into them and running out into the living room.
“Jesus Christ Harrington, where did those come from?” Robin smirked and Steve could feel her eyes trailing across his ass, not that he cared anyway, “They look about three sizes too small for you.” He chuckled as he sat down on the couch, pulling on the socks before stuffing his feet into the already tied-up sneakers. He always forgot to untie his shoes, he’d just slip in and out of them. It was a nasty habit he had. Robin always yelled at him, insisting that it was just destroying the shoe faster but he always saved an extra minute so why would he stop?
“Hawkins gave me few good things, Robs,” He mused, collecting his keys from the side table near their front door, “You. The kids. And shorts that make my ass look incredible.” Robin burst out into laughter as he pulled the door open. “Now hurry up and get out of the apartment so we can go and make this ass look even better.” He demanded, gesturing towards the landing and she quickly skipped out of the room. Steve followed but not before he paused to triple-check that the door was locked behind him.
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Despite Robin’s constant battle with technology, especially the maps app on her phone, they finally stilled as Robin’s phone announced they had arrived at their destination. Steve quickly located an empty parking spot and pulled into it as Robin pointed out the studio, just opposite them.
It was small with just one tall door as an entrance. The window was lit up with a bright neon sign that was displaying what Steve assumed to be a demon or devil of some kind. Painted across the glass beneath it were the words “Hellfire Tattoos” with a few extra painted details around it. Steve quickly noticed the D20 and couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he was reminded of the kids. His eyes fell upon the posters beneath the sign, clocking a few more D20s and some other DnD references he wishes he didn’t recognise. He paused to take a picture to send to the kids later. He can’t imagine how they’d react when they found out he was getting a tattoo. They probably wouldn’t believe him. He laughed lightly as he climbed out of the car, walking around the front to meet Robin.
“It’s cute,” Steve commented as Robin connected their hands before swiping through her phone with the spare hand. She paused on an email confirmation of the appointment before they slowly started to trail towards the door.
“Munson’s supposed to be incredible. He literally only works with high-profile clients,” Robin started to babble, “I wasn’t expecting him to have an opening but I guess I messaged on the right day because he had just had someone pull out.” Steve smiled at her while she spoke, watching as she got very excited about the different styles that this ‘Munson’ guy specialised in. He didn’t expect Robin to be a tattoo nerd but it wasn’t too out of character for her. She was studying art at their University so it made sense.
As they approached the glass door, Steve stepped forward to push it open before holding it open for Robin. She smiled at him as she entered the small shop. The walls were covered with framed art, each poster showing different designs that Steve assumed were available as tattoos. They all had the same distinct style. Had this Munson guy that Robin was talking about drawn these? He’d have to ask. He was quickly drawn out of his thoughts when he felt Robin’s hand smack against his side. He opened his lips to mutter a small sound of pain before he saw the pointed look in her eyes, flicking towards the desk at the front of the room. He slowly trailed his gaze towards it and quickly understood the panic on his best friend's face.
Placed just on top of the desk was a small red-headed girl. She was hunched over the iPad in her lap, tongue between her lips as she drew, completely focused on it. Her arms were completely covered in ink which Steve was expecting to be intimidating but at a closer look, he realised it was made up of flowers, butterflies and other insects. Each one colored with a collection of pastel colours, standing out against her bright hair. He felt Robin squeeze his hand slightly, trying to prompt him to speak and he chuckled slightly. God, she was a useless lesbian, wasn’t she?
“Uh, hi,” He finally spoke, breaking the silence in the shop and making the girl jump slightly as her legs tumbled out of the cross-legged position she was in, “Oh shit, fuck, sorry!” He rambled, pushing forward to help her off the desk before she tumbled off of it. He felt himself tense as he prepared to be cursed out but it never came. Instead, a small giggle fell out of her lips as she smiled up at him. He heard Robin’s sharp intake of breath as the small girl looked over at her. She had bright blue eyes that matched the blue jewels that were placed across her nose and lips.
“Sorry, I didn’t notice you earlier!” She grinned as she quickly placed herself back down on the desk and Steve slowly walked back towards Robin, letting her grip his arm again, “I get a bit distracted when I’m drawing. It’s like I go into another world, I just completely lose touch with reality honestly. Eddie’s always saying I’m off with the fairies, I’m trying to work on it.” Steve and Robin just both smiled back at her, a small sigh falling out of Robin’s lips as she grinned at her. “Anyway, you’re Eddie’s 11:30? Steve Harrington, right?” She questioned, clicking a few things on the iPad.
“Yeah,” Steve started to speak, “I’m Steve. This is Robin, my emotional support person.” He introduced the girl clinging to him and the redhead smiled at her. He immediately felt Robin’s grip tighten and he silently prayed he was less pathetic when he met men he found attractive. Deep down he knew he wasn’t but he could still pray.
“Nice to meet you both,” She spoke as she placed the iPad down next to her, “I’m Chrissy, the co-owner of Hellfire. I’m in charge of all admin shit and the occasional piercing if either of you are ever interested.” Steve smiled at her as she spoke. She just radiated happiness and it was instantly calming the nerves Steve didn’t even know he had yet. “So, it’s just the one tat today right?” She asked and Steve nodded in confirmation, “Perfect. I love your design! I have a really similar one actually, wait one second.” She rambled before jumping off the desk and turning around. He heard Robin take a sharp intake of breath before Chrissy hiked the pink shirt she was wearing up to reveal a pair of butterfly wings just at the bottom of her back.
“Those are beautiful,” Steve spoke, walking forward to look at them a little closer, “The detail is insane.” Chrissy giggled before letting her shirt fall again and turning back around. Steve flicked his eyes over to Robin who was still frozen on the spot, face flushed. She looked up at him and he widened his eyes slightly before looking over at Chrissy. Robin just smiled at her and Chrissy smiled back before chuckling slightly, a knowing chuckle.
“You think so?” A new voice entered the conversation and Steve’s eyes immediately searched for who it must belong to.
Holy shit.
Steve immediately reached out to grip the desk, his knuckles turning white with his grip as his eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway opposite him. They trailed across his figure, taking it in. He was tall. Taller than Steve, a few inches at least. He had long curly hair, half of it was pulled back in a small ponytail and his fringe lay flat across his forehead. Piercings. He had a lot of piercings. Steve immediately noticed the nose stud paired with the septum before trailing down to the set of lip piercings. Snake Bites, that was the name, right? Steve took a deep breath as he watched the man's tongue slip out to wet his bottom lip, a small piece of metal glinting in the light.
He couldn’t ignore the fact that he was covered in tattoos. He was wearing a tight white shirt, causing the ink to stand out. Steve didn’t think he could see a free spot of skin across his arms, every single inch had been covered. It clearly continued underneath his shirt as it peaked out the top of the collar, trailing up his neck and playing across his jaw. Steve felt like someone had just walked up to him and punched him in the stomach, the wind was completely gone. He could barely breathe. He heard a small giggle and he didn’t even need to turn around to know it was Robin. Steve’s eyes met the man's and he noticed the small smirk across his lips.
“Y-Yeah,” Steve finally spoke, hoping that no one acknowledged the prolonged silence he had just caused from his oogling, “Did you do them?” What a stupid fucking question. Of course, he did, fucking look at him.
The man chuckled lightly, nodding before slowly speaking, “Yeah. I did all of Chris’s,” He gestured slightly towards her as she did a little spin, showing off her sleeves and Robin giggled at the action, “I’m Eddie. It’s nice to meet you, Stevie. You ready to come back with me?”
Steve felt like he had been shot. He’d been punched while he was still down. He heard Robin stifle a laugh and he turned around, throwing a look in her direction. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Perfect. Just follow me, doll,” Eddie stated, “Your emotional support human can come with us as well.” Those last few words were dripping with a slight teasing lilt and Steve’s face flushed as he realised that Eddie had been listening the whole time. He watched as Eddie turned on his heels to start walking towards his area and Steve’s eyes fell onto the black bandana hanging out of his left pocket. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what hanky code was, he just didn’t know people still used it. He also didn’t know the exact meanings. Fuck, he’d have to google it later.
He felt Robin’s hand meet the small of his back as she pushed him forward, following after Eddie. “Why the fuck is everyone who works here attractive?” She muttered under her breath, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh.
“Fuck Robs, you’re the one who booked the appointment,” He pointed out, “This is on you for not doing your research.” They slowly entered the back area to see a tattoo bed placed in the middle of the room, a comfortable-looking armchair in the corner and one wall completely covered in more posters. Eddie had already placed himself down on a small stool and he seemed to be focused on the gun, fiddling with part of it before his eyes flicked up to the pair. He flashed a grin at them, two small dimples appearing on either side of the smile and Steve felt like his legs were about to give out underneath him.
How the fuck was he supposed to sit still for an hour while this man put his hands on him? How did anyone he worked on do it? He felt like he needed to be sedated or something. Just as he was about to turn on his heels and hightail it out of the store, Eddie’s ringed hand landed on the tattoo bed, tapping it lightly. “C’mon, get comfortable, love,” He rasped, “Emotional support human, you can take the armchair.” Steve’s face flushed at the pet name, it was the second one Eddie had let slip in the mere five minutes they’d been talking. Robin nodded quickly before falling into the armchair, curling up on her side to get comfortable. Steve tried to will his feet to move as he stared at the empty leather bed but he couldn’t do it. They were frozen, like someone had poured superglue all over the scuffed floor beneath him. Eddie smirked at him, his brows quirking as he stood up from his small stool.
Steve’s breath hitched in his chest as he watched Eddie trail towards him, his eyes stuck on the floor and Eddie’s platformed leather boots. They only added an inch or so. How fucking tall was Eddie? Steve wondered if that was an odd question to ask his incredibly attractive tattoo artist. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he felt the cool metal of Eddie’s rings against his wrist, immediately jumping slightly as he realised that Eddie had wrapped his hand around Steve’s wrist. Jesus Christ. How fucking big were his hands? He watched as his pointer and thumb brushed against each other even though they were wrapped completely around Steve’s wrist. A small scoff got caught in his throat. He wasn’t small so Eddie had to be huge.
“Are you okay, honey?” Eddie asked softly, the first time Steve had heard him speak without his teasing lilt. “It’s normal to be nervous about your first tattoo,” He continued, a comforting air surrounding each word, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Stevie. We can take as many breaks as you’d like, we’ll go slowly yeah?” Steve felt himself nod and Eddie flashed a smile at him before leading him towards the bed. “I’ll need you on your stomach,” Eddie explained and Steve laughed slightly. Of course, he would be on his stomach, he was getting a fucking tramp stamp. “Don’t laugh at me, Stevie! Some people don’t really think about it okay? Just lie down.” Eddie exclaimed, the teasing lilt back as he pushed Steve lightly towards the bed.
Steve finally obliged the tattoo artist as he placed himself face down on the leather bed. Eddie sat back down on his stool and wheeled himself over to be face-to-face with Steve. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes trail across his face, he noticed the slight stubble painted across his upper lips and jaw. The small scar just below his right eye. He watched as Eddie’s tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, the black metal glinting in the light again.
“I’m just going to do the stencil, it may be a bit cold but try not to move around too much,” Eddie spoke, words dry in his mouth. Steve can’t imagine how much he delivers this exact same spiel every day. “We’re still good with it going at the bottom of your back yeah? Just … here?” Eddie asked and just as the last words tumbled out of his lips, his fingers trailed across Steve’s lower back. Just above the elastic of the shorts he was wearing. Fuck. The tiny, tight shorts he was wearing. He silently cursed past Steve for even thinking about wearing these. “Stevie? Is that all good?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah that’s perfect,” He forced out, not missing the way his voice cracked on the first word, “Thank you.” He heard a small hum come from Eddie as he turned back towards his table, collecting the stencil in one hand.
“I just have to pull your shirt up, is that okay, honey?” Eddie asked and Steve simply nodded in response. His breath was caught in his throat as he felt Eddie’s hand delicately pull his white tank top up slightly to reveal his lower back. “Um, I may need to pull the shorts down slightly as well. Just a bit, is that okay with you Stevie?” Eddie’s voice was dripping with a certain awkwardness that Steve didn’t expect from him. He nodded again, slightly raising his hips from the bed in order to let Eddie shuffle the elastic of his tight shorts down. “Perfect. That’s perfect, Stevie.”
Fuck.
Steve let his forehead fall onto the leather below him as he heard Robin giggle from her armchair. He knew exactly what she was reacting to. She knew about his raging praise kink. All of their friends did. It was too easy to make his cheeks flush with a simple “good boy”, let alone hearing the words ‘perfect’ and ‘Stevie’ one after the other. Thankfully, it seemed that Eddie hadn’t realised the effect his simple words had had on Steve as he delicately placed the stencil on his skin. He pressed down on the thin paper with a damp cloth before pulling them both away.
“You wanna check it out, doll?” Eddie questioned and Steve just looked over his shoulder at Robin. She understood, pushing out of the chair to take a look at the placement of the stencil.
“Fuck, it’s perfect,” Robin remarked, “It looks really good, Steve.” He could hear the smile in her voice. He also knew if it looked like utter shit, Robin would say something.
“Sick,” Eddie smiled, “Let’s do this, Stevie.’ Steve heard Robin place herself back into the armchair and Eddie sat back down on his stool. “So, I’m going to do one line and then we’ll pause, make sure we’re all good and then keep going.” He stated, waiting for Steve’s approval and he gave it, nodding slightly. Steve turned his head so he was able to lie and face Eddie as he worked. He watched Eddie as he cracked his knuckles before he picked up the gun from his table, dipping the tip into the small pot of ink tacked down. “Ready?” He asked one last time, his brown eyes meeting Steve’s and he just flashed him a smile. Eddie took a deep breath, his tight shirt shifting as he did before he leaned over Steve’s body.
A sharp feeling broke out across Steve’s skin. It didn’t hurt but it was definitely uncomfortable. Nothing he couldn’t take though, he always liked a bit of pain. He laughed slightly at his own joke and Eddie paused, the buzz across his skin stilling. “I’m good,” Steve spoke, knowing that was what Eddie was waiting for.
Eddie grinned, “Knew you would be, honey.” He dipped the gun in the ink once more before the buzz broke out across Steve’s skin again. He took a deep breath as he attempted to relax himself into the bed. He heard Robin’s nails clicking across her phone screen mixed with the constant hum of the tattoo gun. It was quiet.
“So, dingus, any more luck overnight?” Robin asked, immediately cracking the calm silence of the studio. Steve’s eyes flicked over to Eddie’s form hunched over his back. “Oh fuck off Steve, I’m sure Eddie’s heard worse.” He heard Eddie scoff before laughing slightly.
“As long as you don’t fuck on my bed, I don’t care what you talk about. I’m a closed book, you don’t have to worry about me blabbing whatever I hear,” He spoke, wiping away the excess ink on Steve’s back before the hum of the gun started again.
“No, no more luck. Still, just gross old men,” Steve hummed, and Robin snorted lightly.
“I feel like that’s the job description,” Robin teased, “You wanted a sugar daddy who isn’t a gross old man? I have a feeling that’s pretty rare.” Steve rolled his eyes at her, lifting his arm ever so slightly but just enough to flip her off as he lay on the bed.
“You can totally tell me to fuck off, but what websites are you using, honey? That may be the issue.” Eddie quietly spoke, causing Steve’s head to lift off the bed and turn towards him and Robin. “Back down, please.” He added, voice gruff and Steve immediately followed the order while he attempted to process that the incredibly attractive person doing his tattoo had just asked him what websites he was using to find a sugar daddy.
“Uh, the normal ones?” Steve suggested and he just watched as Eddie raised his eyebrows at him, “Sugar Book and Ashley Madison.” A smirk played across Eddie’s lips as Steve spoke.
“Yeah, uh, you’re just going to find gross old men on there. Trust me,” Eddie lilted as he paused, placing the gun down for a moment, “Sounds like you’re just not looking in the right places, Stevie.” The hum of the gun started again, the buzz bursting across Steve’s skin. What the fuck did Eddie know about trying to find a sugar daddy? He heard a small noise come from Robin as he pressed his cheek back onto the bed. Where else would he even try to find one? He’d been on other websites and they didn’t work either. He couldn’t just walk down the street wearing a sign that said ‘I’M LOOKING FOR A SUGAR DADDY’. He would if he could.
The room fell into a comfortable silence. Robin swiped through her phone on the chair, Eddie working as Steve just lay on the bed. Steve could hear Eddie humming under his breath as he dragged the gun across his skin. He couldn’t help but wonder how Eddie had gotten into the industry, let alone own his own studio. Robin did mention that he only worked with high-profile clients so maybe that’s how. High-profile. What does that even mean? He wasn’t high-profile and yet here he was, laying on the tattoo bed as Eddie’s gun played across his skin. He wasn’t going to complain though. Why would he? Eddie seemed to be good at his job and it was just a bonus that he was incredible to look at.
Steve felt Eddie’s ringed hand drag across his lower back as he wiped away some excess ink once again. God, just one touch and Steve had goosebumps. Just as he was preparing for the buzz to start again but it never came. He looked over his shoulder as Eddie placed the gun back down on the small table and pushed his stool away from the bed. “You’re all done, doll,” He smiled, “You can get up and look in the mirror before I put on the second skin if you’d like.”
Steve grinned at him, feeling a faint pulse of pain in his lower back as he swung his legs off the bed onto the scuffed floor. There was a small mirror leaning up against the back wall, clearly placed so people were able to have a look at Eddie’s work. Steve turned before throwing his gaze over his shoulder. His jaw dropped slightly as he stared down at the ink on his lower back. A simple heart in line with his spine with a few swirls on either side. God, it was so slutty. “It’s perfect, holy fuck,” He sighed, turning to stare at Eddie who was still perched on his stool, a dopey smile painted across his face, “Thank you Eds.”
Steve didn’t miss the way Eddie’s grin grew as he spoke before he gestured for Steve to come back over to him. “I’m just going to cover it with some second skin. It’ll keep it protected for the next few days during the initial healing process,” He started to explain as he pulled out a piece of flimsy material, “Keep it on for three to six days. After that, swap to a cream daily. We can get you one out the front before you leave if you want.” Steve just nodded as Eddie spoke, staring at Robin. She sighed and started to write down everything Eddie had just said. He just laughed from his stool at the pair. “Oh shit,” He suddenly exclaimed, “Can I take some pictures for my Instagram? I like to post each tat I do. Totally fine if not!” The last few words tumbled out of his mouth in a panic and Steve giggled at him before nodding, turning around and holding his shirt up for Eddie to take a few pictures. “Perfect. I can tag you if you want?” He offered and Steve’s smile faltered.
Fuck.
Which Instagram account was he supposed to give him? His camming one was filled with provocative pictures and awkward poses but what if someone tracked down who did ‘Scoops’ tattoo and finds his personal account? He’d just have to deal with Eddie seeing his ass.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Uh, just a warning- my insta is a bit .. much. It’s for work.” Steve rambled as he took Eddie’s phone from his hands, typing in the username for his camming account. The account loaded and Eddie’s phone was suddenly covered in photos of Steve’s ass clad in various different colors of lace and boxers. He cringed slightly before passing it back to him. He watched as Eddie’s eyes widened before he tapped the follow button.
“Cool,” He grinned, “I’ll tag you when I post it.” Steve blinked slowly. He didn’t even mention it. Fuck. He didn’t even mention it. Steve looked over at Robin who was equally as shocked as she stood there, mouth agape. Eddie made quick work of laying the second skin over the tattoo before tapping Steve’s hand, signalling that he could let his shirt fall again. “We’ll just go out to the front to sort everything else out.”
Steve linked arms with Robin before following Eddie out of the room. Chrissy was in the same place, perched upon the small desk with the iPad in her lap as she scribbled away. “Chris, we have couches for a reason. You don’t have to sit on the desk.” Eddie teased before he stole the iPad out of her hands. She let out a small scoff before looking up to see Steve and Robin. She immediately jumped off the desk and ran over to Steve, jumping up and down in front of him.
“Show me! Show me! Show me!” She exclaimed and Steve laughed before turning around to lift his shirt up, “Oh my god. It looks so fucking good.” Steve grinned at her over his shoulder. It did look fucking good.
“So we’ve got the deposit,” Eddie hummed, tapping through the iPad, “How did you want to cover the rest, honey?” His face flushed once again. The fucking pet names. Jesus Christ, the pet names. He saw Chrissy quirk an eyebrow at Eddie and he gave her a pointed look before he turned back towards Steve. Robin immediately rushed forward to settle the balance and Chrissy skipped over to him again.
“Just letting you know,” She whispered, “He definitely doesn’t call his normal clients that. If you were wondering.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as she turned back towards the desk. Fuck. What the fuck does that mean? Just as he opened his lips to ask what she meant, Eddie turned back to him with a huge grin on his lips.
“Perfect. We’re all settled,” He spoke, leaning against the desk next to where Chrissy had sat back down, “Here’s that cream I was talking about. Send me some pictures once it’s all healed up.” He passed a small box over to Steve, his fingers brushing against Eddie’s as he collected it. A small bolt of electricity ran up his arm as they pulled apart. “If you’re ever in the market for another tattoo or a piercing, we’d love to have you back.” He grinned, throwing an arm around Chrissy’s shoulders as she smiled at Robin.
“You especially, emotional support person.” She teased, and Steve swore he could hear Robin’s heart stop. She clutched his arm as she grinned back at Chrissy before digging her nails into Steve’s skin. They both had about five minutes to get into the car before one of them imploded.
“Thank you so much,” Steve finally spoke, taking one for the team, “This place is sick. I’m sure we’ll be back.” Robin waved a small goodbye to the pair. Eddie grinned at them before standing up and walking slowly towards the back again. Just before he disappeared through the door, he turned back to flash one last smile at Steve.
“Hope to see you again soon, Stevie.”
Chapter 2: but i can't get you out of my head now
Summary:
hey :) i think i caught your signal at the studio .. so is this the right place ? is this where i should be looking ?
He immediately looked down to see the small bubble appear with Eddie’s profile picture placed next to it. The picture of him grinning, showing off his tongue piercing as he smiled. Steve’s breath stilled in his chest as he awaited Eddie’s response.
Oh baby, this is exactly where you should be looking.
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chapter title from 'share your address' by ben platt
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“Okay, this one isn’t that bad,” Robin spoke, Steve’s laptop on the dining room table in front of her. Steve was perched in the chair opposite, head flushed against the hardwood of the table as a loud groan escaped his lips, signalling Robin to continue reading. She laughed slightly before clearing her throat, “What a cute little boy I’ve stumbled across. You wanna be good for daddy?” Her tone was gruff, trying her best to imitate the way she assumed the man on the other side of the screen spoke.
He felt himself shiver slightly at the words. They weren’t the worst that had tumbled out of Robin’s lips this morning but he couldn’t help the fact that each message left a sour taste in his mouth. Those few words were playing on repeat in his mind.
“Sounds like you’re just not looking in the right places, Stevie.”
What had Eddie meant by that? Eddie. Steve let a sigh escape his lips as he let his thoughts wander back to the tattoo artist. Actually, who was he kidding? The man hadn’t left his thoughts since he’d arrived home yesterday. The constant ache of his new ink reminding him of the way that Eddie’s ringed hands ghosted across his back definitely didn’t help either. A smile played across his face as he looked up at Robin, her expectation for him to finally reply painted in her eyes.
“No dice,” He muttered, adjusting his position in the chair as he watched Robin roll her eyes before clicking on his laptop, “Maybe I should just stop searching for a bit, seems like all the good ones are already in arrangements.” He suggested lightly, hoping she wouldn’t pry anymore. A small sigh fills the space between them as she slowly shut his laptop.
“Fine, we can stop the search for a non-gross old man, which I personally don’t see happening but whatever!” She teased, immediately picking up the large calendar that sat on the table next to her, “But we need to plan the next month’s worth of content. Especially now that you’ve hit one thousand. We need to keep the momentum up.” Steve grinned at her as she collected the multitude of colored pens and markers he insisted upon using to organise his entire life. She didn’t understand the need for them at first but when Steve had almost flipped the table when she threatened to throw his hoard out, she slowly started to get it.
He can’t help that he needs everything to have an aesthetic appeal in order for him to care about it. Hand him a plain old schedule? That’s getting left on the first surface possible without a care in the world. However, hand him a schedule that was color coded? That’s getting treasured.
“When are your streams this month?” Robin questioned, collecting a pink marker. They’d both memorised the colors and their meanings after the first few plans. Steve leant forward, tilting his head to gauge the entire month.
“Let’s keep it simple, every Friday,” He stated, pointing towards the ‘Friday’ column, “That means I can take Saturday as a rest day.” Robin hummed in agreement as she drew a small star on each square. “I’d like to keep Saturday and Sunday as free as possible, maybe I can do private requests every other Sunday?” He suggested and Robin nodded, collecting the blue marker before adding a small heart to the alternating Sundays.
“You wanna keep filming regular content on Mondays and Wednesdays? Meaning they’re ready to be uploaded on Tuesday and Thursday?” She questioned. Steve was silent for a few moments before nodding in agreement. He couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on his lips as Robin drew across the piece of paper.
When he started making content, he knew Robin would be supportive but he never expected this from her. The fact that she immediately took on the role of his pseudo-manager. He didn’t think he’d be able to keep up with school and work without her planning skills. Thank god at least one of them was organised. He knew he couldn’t put his appreciation for Robin into words. The way she helped him through everything he had experienced in the past two years. The way she’d stuck by him through it all. The way she always had carrot sticks and water at the ready at the end of a stream. He couldn’t express his gratitude but he always attempted to.
“Thank you Robs,” He murmured, just loud enough for her to hear and her face softened slightly, “I love you.” He added and she just flashed him a smile. She’d known him long enough to know what he was thinking about. She leant across the table, collecting his hand in hers before squeezing it lightly.
“I love you too,” She hummed but Steve already knew that. Her love was written with every action she did as clearly as her writing on the small paper calendar but Steve knew he’d never get tired of hearing her repeat the words back to him, “Oh! Before I forget, this lingerie brand reached out.” She started to explain but Steve had already jumped out of his chair in excitement. A brand had reached out to him. Holy shit. He could feel the electricity running up and down his skin as he ran around the table to pull Robin into a tight hug. She laughed loudly, accepting the affection. “You don’t even know what they said dingus!” She cried, “For all you know they sent you a very detailed hate email.” He pulled away from the hug to smile at her. He could see the pride painted across her face and knew it wasn’t a detailed hate email.
“Okay, okay, fine,” He played along, “What did they say?”
“They offered to send you some free product as long as you mention them on a few streams,” Robin smiled as a grin spread across Steve’s lips. He could get used to this. Free things for just being pretty online. He definitely wouldn’t complain if this continued. “So I’m assuming I should accept their offer?” Robin teased as Steve nodded vigorously, “Thank god, I had already responded to the email.” Steve barked out a loud laugh at her words, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers, his brown eyes meeting her piercing blue ones as she smiled up at him. Of course, she had. They knew each other inside and out, she already knew what his response was going to be before he had even thought it up.
“When’s your placement?” Robin asked, looking down at the calendar once again. Steve clicked his tongue quietly as he tried his best to remember. As part of his degree, he was required to work at least a month at a childcare centre every year. He loved it. It was the best part of the year. Robin never understood how he could love the constant stickiness that came with interacting with toddlers for a living. Let alone the marker all over his arms when he came home but he loved it. There was a silent part of him that thanked his life for turning out the way it had so he was able to do what he loved.
Steve leant down and pressed a quick kiss to Robin’s hair, hoping she understood the meaning behind the small act. As her hand reached around his waist, pulling him into an awkward hug he knew she did. A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he wriggled himself out of Robin’s grip before he padded over towards their lumpy old couch. He immediately made himself at home, fluffing his pillow before laying across it and pulling their old blanket over his body. He flashed Robin a grin before patting the space on the couch, signalling for her to join him. “We’ve done enough work this week,” He explained as Robin joined him under the throw, “It’s time to relax for once.” Robin grinned at him, placing her arm around his shoulders as she stared down at him.
Steve’s grin turned into a cheeky smile teased across Steve’s lips as he met her gaze. “So…” He started, immediately clocking the way Robin’s eyes turned into a tight squint, “I still have marks from how tightly you were gripping me yesterday. Chrissy couldn’t finish a sentence without your nails digging into my skin!” Each word was laced with a teasing tone but that didn’t stop the loud groan that fell out of Robin. Her hands met Steve’s arm as she shoved him away, a loud giggle tumbling out of Steve.
“Fuck off, Steven,” She cried, “It’s not my fault that Chrissy looks like a literal Renaissance painting. I swear I’ve studied a piece that looked exactly like her. Something by Francois Fressinier. It’s the spitting image of her.” She rambled as Steve bit his lips trying to suppress a fond chuckle. Of course, she knew a painting that looked like Chrissy. Robin could connect anything to art if you needed her to. Conveniently, she was studying painting at their university, she already had a wide knowledge and talent. May as well get a degree out of it as well. “Plus, I don’t think you can make fun of me for Chrissy when you were basically foaming at the mouth from the first moment Eddie walked into the room,” Robin added, causing an offended gasp to fall out of Steve’s lips.
“I was not,” Steve insisted, ignoring the way he stumbled on his words as his cheeks flushed. He definitely was. He knew he was. But, Robin could not win this argument. Especially when she just compared Chrissy to a Renaissance painting. That was so much worse than Steve thinking about Eddie 24/7 since the appointment. At least in his opinion, it was.
“Oh, you absolutely were,” Robin continued, “You could barely form a sentence the moment he walked into the room.” A flush appeared across Steve’s cheeks, the warmth spreading down his neck as he remembered the way that Eddie’s white shirt hugged his torso. The way his tattoos trailed underneath and up under the collar. The black metal of his piercings glinting under the light as he spoke. Who could blame Steve for getting a little bit flustered? He couldn’t stop himself from replaying the way that Eddie had said his name in his head over and over. A small smile trailed onto his face as he thought back to the day before, the cool metal of Eddie’s rings teasing across his skin as the needles worked across his back.
“See!” Robin exclaimed, drawing Steve out of his thoughts, “I know that smile. It hasn’t left your face since we got home yesterday.” Steve slapped her arm lightly but didn’t protest her accusations. He couldn’t argue when he knew she was right. “At least he was flirting with you. I don’t think Chrissy even looked twice at me,” Robin grumbled, pulling the blanket further up her body despite Steve’s protests as it was stolen from him.
“Okay. First, Chrissy told you she wanted to see you again. Specifically you? As we were leaving,” Steve reminded her, pulling her into a tight hug, snuggling his cheek against hers, “I seem to remember her saying something along the lines of ‘You, especially, emotional support person’ so she was definitely looking at you. Second, Eddie didn’t flirt with me.” He watched as Robin’s face fell blank, slowly blinking up at him. Silence filled the room. “What?”
“You have to be kidding.” She spoke, tone monotone.
“He did not flirt with me.”
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Robin demanded, causing Steve to gasp slightly, “Okay. Let’s start at the start. One, he called you Stevie. Your name is Steve. My point is made. Two, he continued to only call you pet names. Again, your name is Steve. Occasionally, Beverly to your friends but never baby, honey or love,” Steve parted his lips to protest but was met with Robin’s palm against them, “Don’t even try to tell me he might do that to all the customers. I heard what Chrissy told you. Three, and the cherry on top, he literally told you that you were looking in the wrong place for a sugar daddy.”
Steve just stared at Robin as she looked at him, waiting for a response. Steve felt his heart skip a beat. Was Eddie flirting with him? No. No, he couldn’t have been flirting. He was just being a good business owner, making his clients feel comfortable. It wouldn’t have made sense for Eddie to flirt with him.
He definitely doesn’t call his normal clients. If you were wondering.
Chrissy’s voice echoed through his mind as he let out a small sigh. “I can hear you thinking,” Robin pointed out, running her hand through Steve’s hair, “Just admit he was flirting and then I’ll help you message him.” He fondly shook his head at his best friend as she started down a familiar path. She was always behind Steve, offering the help he didn’t even know he needed yet.
“Fine. He was flirting. At least, I think he was?” He mumbled, not quite allowing himself to fully indulge in the thought just yet, “I hope he was but I don’t know anything about him. Let alone how to contact him so, it’s a lost cause.” Robin’s face was once again blank as she stared at him. He just blinked back at her. Was he forgetting something? He definitely was. What was he forgetting? He silently wracked his brain, going back through the events of the previous day. Robin got flustered over Chrissy, Steve complimented her tattoo, Eddie walked in and Steve got breathless, Eddie gave Steve the tattoo, and Eddie got his Instagram before he left.
Oh. Eddie got his Instagram. Which means Steve had his.
“Did it finally click for you?” Robin teased, collecting his phone from the coffee table and opening it. God, he regretted giving her his phone password. “So, he has your business account and you have his business account but I feel like it’s a bit weird to slide in a tattoo parlours DM’s,” Robin spoke as she opened the Instagram app on Steve’s phone, and navigated her way to Hellfire Studio’s Instagram page. The account was filled with photos of detailed inkwork and the occasional piercing. Steve felt his face flush when Robin clicked on a video and it revealed Eddie grinning before panning down towards an intricate tattoo of a figure that Steve recognised from the kid's D&D games. Robin laughed at Steve’s red face before scrolling until the phone displayed someone’s stretched lobe. “Perfect.” She mumbled as she located the tagged accounts, clicking on the only account tagged.
The screen lit up with photos of Chrissy grinning in various places and positions. He couldn’t ignore the way that Robin’s breath hitched as she stared down at the phone. Her finger hovered above the pinned post before pressing down on it. The screen displayed a photo that Steve could immediately tell was old due to the lack of pastel colors painted across Chrissy’s skin. She was in Eddie’s arms, a grin plastered across their faces as they both pointed up at the sign above them. Hellfire Studios. Steve hid his smile as he stared down at Eddie. He hadn’t changed much. His hair was shorter and there was more clear skin on his arms but his smile had the same cheeky lilt to it. Steve’s eyes trailed down to the caption and there it was.
i love you. we’re going to smash this @eddie_munson
Robin let out a small noise of victory as she shimmied her shoulders and Steve laughed at her celebratory dance. Steve collected the phone from her hands, letting his eyes trail over the white screen. It was a private account. The bio was simple, “flattery works with me” paired with a rose emoji. Steve stared down at the blue button that was glaring up at him. “So, I just … request?” He mumbled, looking over at Robin who just nodded in response, “Okay.” His finger hovered over the blue for a moment before he finally pressed down, immediately closing his phone and placing it on the couch between them.
Just as Robin parted her lips to speak, the silence was filled with a small vibration as the screen of Steve’s phone lit up. Steve met Robin’s blue eyes as she scrambled to pick up the phone. “Holy fuck,” She exclaimed, “He’s quick. You’ve been accepted and he’s requested your private account.” Steve felt his stomach flip with every word that left Robin’s lips. “Oh shit,” She muttered, scrolling as her eyes were stuck to the screen. Steve’s brows furrowed as he shuffled closer to her, letting his chin lean on her shoulder as he shifts his gaze down to the phone.
Oh fuck.
Eddie’s account just seemed to be a place for him to dump photos of his travels intertwined with annoyingly good photos of his inked torso and arms. Steve felt like someone had punched him in the stomach once again. Seemed that Eddie was always going to have that affect on him. Steve couldn’t ignore the photos of various landmarks. Multiple photos of the Eiffel Tower. The Sydney Opera House. The clear blue water that Steve could only assume was somewhere in Indonesia. He definitely couldn’t ignore the photos of all the Rolex watches in Eddie’s wardrobe or the photos of Eddie wearing Gucci that just seemed to cling to him perfectly.
Jesus Christ. Eddie Munson was loaded.
“Oh my god,” Robin muttered, “You’ve hit the jackpot, Steve. You just need to message him.”
Steve froze. His breath hitched in his chest, stuck in his throat as he tried to take a deep inhale. The air felt thick like smog in his lungs. There was a familiar burn in his eyes as he looked over at Robin. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t message Eddie. What if he embarrassed himself? It was more common than not. He tried to take a shaky inhale as he stared into Robin’s eyes and her expression softened. “Steve?” She whispered, leaning forward to bring him into her arms.
This wasn’t his first panic attack and it definitely wasn’t his last. He couldn’t stop himself from cursing under his breath as he realised what exactly he was panicking over. A message. A simple message. God, he was hopeless.
“You are not hopeless Steve, don’t say that,” Robin whispered into his hair, “What’s going on in your head?” A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he stared up at her, tears bordering along his waterline as they threatened to run down his cheeks.
“What if…” He started and Robin placed her hand on the back of his head, pressing his face into her chest. The tears finally broke their barrier and started to spill down his burning cheeks as Robin cooed comfort into his ear. She already knew what he was going to say. She always understood him. It was never-ending fear of his. That his past would one day repeat itself.
“That won’t happen, Steve, I promise. No one will ever do that to you again. Not again,” She mumbled, “If I ever see him again, I’m going to break his arm.” Steve let a small giggle tumble out of his lips as he pulled away from Robin’s chest, wiping the tears away from his cheeks. She just flashed a sad smile at him. Robin was the only person who truly knew everything about Steve and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Please don’t break anyone’s arms,” Steve mumbled, readjusting himself on the couch. Robin rolled her eyes but he saw a small smile tease across her lips. “So, uh, what should I say?” He asked, passing her his phone and she grinned, grasping it before pulling up Eddie’s account. He watched over her shoulder as she typed out a few words.
hey :) i think i caught your signal at the studio .. so is this the right place ? is this where i should be looking ?
He collected the phone from Robin’s hands, reading it over one last time for good measure before he took a deep breath and pressed the send button. It was totally fine if Eddie never even saw the message. If he didn’t respond. Steve would be fine. This was just a silly attempt at seeing if this was something that Eddie was trying to hint at. Just as Steve went to shut his phone, his eyes fell on the word displayed under his message.
Seen
He looked up at Robin, catching her gaze as a smirk played across her lips. He immediately looked down to see the small bubble appear with Eddie’s profile picture placed next to it. The picture of him grinning, showing off his tongue piercing as he smiled. Steve’s breath stilled in his chest as he awaited Eddie’s response. He slowly closed his eyes, attempting to calm his nerves but as he attempted to take a deep breath, Robin squealed in his ear forcing his eyes open.
Oh baby, this is exactly where you should be looking.
I’m glad you understood my little hint yesterday.
I can’t meet up this week, I have clients every day but how about I take you out next week?
My treat, of course.
Steve, once again, felt like someone has punched him square in the jaw. His mouth had fallen open after the first message but small gasps continued to escape as the next messages appeared on the screen. Baby. Eddie had called him baby. Not only that, Eddie was flirting with him. He was actually flirting with him. Just as he was about to trail further and further into his thoughts, Robin shoved him lightly and stared at him, pointedly. Oh fuck, he needed to respond.
of course ! i wouldn’t want to distract you from work hehe
Robin couldn’t contain her excitement as she started bouncing up and down slightly, making their entire couch move with each motion. Steve laughed loudly at her as she pulled him into a tight hug. “I can’t believe this worked,” She muttered under her breath as he escaped her arms, “Like I knew he was flirting but who knew it was this easy to get a date with someone?” Steve smiled slightly at her words.
“Maybe you should message a certain someone and see if it works for you,” Steve suggested, each word dripping in a teasing tone. Robin squinted at him but he saw the small smirk appear across her lips, “You know I’m right.”
“Fuck off Harrington,” She grumbled as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and Steve silently cheered. He watched as she bit back a smile while staring at the screen and he couldn’t help but assume she was back on Chrissy’s Instagram. His eyes flicked back to his own screen to see a few messages back from Eddie.
I’d gladly let you distract me from work anytime baby, but sadly these appointments have been in the books for months.
Don’t worry, I’ll send you a little something to make sure you don’t miss me too much.
Along with the perfect outfit for our date next week.
Can you send me your address, if you’re comfortable?
If not, I can send it to a P.O box? and you can collect from there?
Whatever works for you baby.
Steve felt his face flush with each word he read, feeling the heat grow a little extra with each ‘baby’ Eddie sent. His stomach was already working overtime, his body growing weak with every twist and turn. He tapped Robin on the shoulder lightly to show her his screen, feeling an odd sense of pride when she grinned in response before turning back to her own phone. The room fell into a comfortable silence as Steve bounced with giddiness as he stared down at his messages.
i’ll send my address tomorrow morning hehe
thank you eds
Steve quickly typed out a response, eagerly awaiting the next message from Eddie. He couldn’t help but wonder if Eddie had been thinking about him all day since he left the studio yesterday. He just couldn’t get his ringed hands out of his mind, couldn’t stop thinking about how the cool metal would feel when wrapped around his throat or how it’d feel teasing across his skin. The way Eddie’s lip piercing would feel against his chapped lips.
Incredible.
No need to thank me, baby.
If everything goes to plan, you should get used to me spoiling you.
Steve couldn’t stop a small giggle from tumbling out of his lips as he reread the messages that Eddie had sent him. That drew Robin’s attention away from her phone, her blue eyes meeting his glinting brown eyes. “Well, someone’s happy.” She teased as Steve grinned at her, nodding slightly.
“Just a bit.”
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Steve was bundled up on the couch, oversized sweater and all when a loud chime echoed throughout the apartment. A grin appeared on his lips as he immediately jumped up off the couch, running towards the front door. His socks slipped against the hardwood as he ran, causing him to trip slightly but nothing he couldn’t recover from. He couldn’t tumble over like he usually did when there was a package waiting for him outside. Not just any package, a package from Eddie.
They’d been messaging nonstop since the night before. Steve had noticed the way his heart fluttered each time he saw a new message from the inked-up man but he had made a note to push it down each time. This was business. His hand gripped the metal handle of the door, pulling it open to reveal a large box sitting on their rainbow doormat. A small excited noise escaped his lips as he collected it in his arms before turning on his heels, letting the door slam shut behind him as he padded his way towards his bedroom. Robin was perched on a stool at the kitchen counter, grinning down at her phone and Steve just rolled his eyes. She’d finally worked up the courage to message Chrissy and couldn’t rip herself away from her phone since.
She flashed him a knowing look as he skipped into his bedroom. He flashed her a grin, pushing his door open and disappearing into his room. He placed the box down on his dishevelled bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a photo. He forwarded the photo to Eddie, thanking him. His phone met the bed as he tossed it forward, hands shaking as he leaned forward to pull the tape off the top of the box. He pulled the tabs of the box back to reveal a small collection of fabrics with a note placed on top. He immediately clocked the small hint of black lace which brought a new blush to his cheeks. He collected the note in one hand, flipping it open to read.
Hey baby,
I know it’s only a few more days until we see each other but I wanted to make sure you didn’t forget about me in the meantime. In this box, you’ll find the outfit I’d like you to wear to dinner this Friday. Along with that, you’ll find what I’m expecting to find underneath and a new toy for you to play with. I haven’t been able to stop watching your videos, been working me up since we last saw each other. Perhaps, you’d like to film a new one in your new lace for me. I’ll be waiting to see it.
Yours,
Eddie.
Steve could feel the heat in his face get stronger as he gently placed the note on the bed, his eyes trailing over Eddie’s messy handwriting once more. He was immediately drawn to the small piece of black lace he had spotted before, letting his fingers run across it. The soft fabric sent chills across his skin as he pulled it from its hiding place. A pair of lacy panties appeared in his hand. God. Eddie had chosen this specifically for him. His stomach flipped at the thought of Eddie shopping for panties with Steve in mind. He placed them next to the note as his thoughts trailed towards the outfit Eddie had chosen for their date.
He slowly pulled them out of the box, making sure he didn’t damage anything. A pair of tan slacks and a blue and brown patterned button-up shirt. He could tell they were expensive, the way the fabric felt between his fingers as he softly folded them before placing them on his desk, out of the way of any harm. Just as he was about to close the box and discard it somewhere in his room, he noticed one last thing sitting on the bottom of the cardboard. A flash of pink first drew his attention. He pulled the tabs open again to reveal a pastel pink plug sitting alone in the bottom of the box. A small gasp escaped his lips as he ran his fingers across it, picking it up like it was made of pure glass.
It was beautiful.
Steve could already feel the heat in his stomach growing as he stared down at the black lace and the pastel plug. His eyes flicked across the handwritten note one last time, hovering over the last few sentences.
Perhaps, you’d like to film a new one in your new lace for me. I’ll be waiting to see it.
A small smirk played across his lips as he collected the note in one hand and the lace and plug in the other. He slowly pushed the box off his bed before moving towards his mirror. There were already a few photos wedged into the frame, him and Robin across their years of friendship and he made quick work of pushing the note into an empty spot. He smiled at the way it fit in with the decor before he made quick work of pulling off his sweater and tossing it towards his laundry basket. It was quickly followed by the sweatpants he was wearing and the boxers that were underneath. His face flushed as he let the lace fall across his fingers once more before placing it down on his bed, plug right beside it.
The heat in his stomach was already overpowering as he finally gripped his half-hard cock in one hand, stroking it lightly a few times to bring himself to full hardness. A small groan fell out of his lips as he let go, it falling flush against his stomach as he collected the lace one more. He slowly stepped into the panties, drawing them up his legs the sensation of the soft fabric brushing against him sent shocks across his skin. He used one hand to readjust his hardness as he pulled them over his hips. They fit perfectly. His hand met his cock through the lace, causing a hiss to escape his lips. God, he needed to set up his camera quickly.
He placed his camera on its stand and turned on the small ring light that was placed just behind it. He took a deep breath before pressing the small record button, waiting for the red light confirmation before he sat back on the bed. His eyes flicked to the viewfinder to double-check his angle. Already perfect, just below the nose. He plastered a smirk across his lips before diving into his typical intro.
“Hi there, I’m Scoops and it’d be lovely to serve you today,” He spoke, voice dripping with lust the same way his aching cock was dripping with precome as he played across it with one finger, “As you can see, I’m already all worked up for you. I got a special gift today so I thought it was only right I filmed a little video for everyone.” He slowly stood up, continuing to palm himself, using his thumb to tease his tip as he felt a small spurt of pre-cum wet the black lace. Steve let out a small sigh of pleasure as he turned to show his ass to the camera. “Do we like them, everybody? I think they’re perfect. Don’t you love the way they hug my ass?” He asked, an air of innocence to his words as he used one of his hands to grope his ass through the lace.
“Along with the lovely lace I’m wearing today, my secret admirer also sent me a new toy to play with, how generous of him!” Steve cooed, collecting the pink plug from the bed beside him along with the lube he always had placed next to his camera set up, “Isn’t it pretty? I can’t wait to have it inside me.” He silently cringed at his words but he knew what worked at this point. Overtly sexual and a little innocent got the subscribers and that’s what he needed. “Let’s not waste any more time, shall we?” He spoke, slightly adjusting his positioning on camera so he was leaning over his bed, ass facing the camera. He slowly pulled down the black lace, revealing himself to the camera
It’s so big,” He teased, “I’m going to need to stretch myself so well in order to take it.” He pouted with every word as he flicked open the cap to the lube, pouring some of his fingers before pouring a drop over his hole, eager to get something inside himself. He took a deep breath before teasing himself with one finger, his aching cock twitching as he slowly sunk it in. A small moan escaped his lips as he started to fuck himself gently with one finger before quickly adding a second beside it. He knew his limits and he knew he definitely didn’t need to dwell on one finger for more than a minute or so. He slowly spread his fingers, drawing a groan from his lips as he brought his other hand to cup his cock. “Fuck, I’m so tight.” He moaned, curling his fingers to brush against that special spot he was so desperately craving. His thumb slowly dragged across his tip, spreading the pre that had collected there further down his length as a loud moan escaped his lips. There we go.
“Do we think I’m ready for the plug?” He asked, voice raspy with lust, “You know I like it when it hurts.” A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he slowly drew his fingers out of his hole. He felt himself clench around nothing a few times as he collected the plug, covering it with lube before he brought it into the frame. His mind trailed towards Eddie.
Eddie.
The man who had sent him the black lace and pink plug. God, he hoped he liked this video as much as Steve was enjoying filming it. He let out a deep breath as he slowly pushed the pink plastic past his rim, a loud whine falling out of his lips as the plastic penetrated him. The pain sent chills up his spine as a dopey smile fell onto his face. He couldn’t help but imagine how Eddie would praise him. The way he’d coo pet names as Steve took his cock. A moan tumbled out of Steve as he used his spare hand to wrap around his cock, meeting the plugs thrusts as he started to fuck forward. Moans and groans were filling the room as he hammered his prostate with the plug. “God, it feels so good,” He whined loudly, speeding the hand around his cock as he got closer. He felt his stomach tighten as he sped up his movements. Curses spilled out of his lips as he finally chased his release, his thrusts stilling as he spilt across the bed and his chest.
Steve froze for a moment, catching his breath before he slowly pulled the plug out. He whined slightly at the empty feeling but hissed as he pulled his hand away from his spent cock. God, he hadn’t cum like that in a while. He couldn’t ignore the fact that he was thinking about a certain ink-covered man who may have had something to do with that. He repositioned himself on the camera, letting it get a shot of his own spend splattered across his chest. He flashed a tired smile at the camera, his pink lips wet with spit as he spoke, “Well, I’m Scoops and it’s been lovely to serve you. Especially you. You know who you are.” He leaned forward to click the camera off as he smirked. He couldn’t help himself. He had to give Eddie a special shout-out at the end of the video.
He pulled the black lace back over his hips, hissing lightly as it brushed against the tip of his sensitive cock. He collected the sweater from before and quickly sat down in his desk chair in front of his computer. He downloaded the video from his camera and moved it into OnlyFan’s workspace, cropping the end and beginning out, just leaving the middle bit. The best bit. He quickly titled it.
Black Lace and Pink Plastic
His hand shook slightly as he hovered over the upload button. He didn’t usually upload on a Sunday but he knew no one would complain. Just as he watched the upload bar fill, he leaned towards his bed to collect his phone. He felt his heart flutter as he saw a couple of messages from Eddie, the first from over half an hour ago and the others from a few minutes ago.
I hope you enjoy them, baby.
I’ll take the silence as confirmation that you are *currently* enjoying them.
Can’t wait to see the video, Stevie.
Steve’s face flushed as he worked his way to copy the link to the video and paste it into his messages with Eddie.
all for you x
The message was seen immediately.
God, baby.
Such a good boy for me.
I’ll watch that when I’m not in the middle of an appointment with a client.
Thank you, Stevie.
Steve hummed happily as he read the messages. He liked the last one before his eyes landed on the small pile of clothes that Eddie had sent him for their dinner later this week. He felt his stomach flip as his eyes trailed across them but he silently reminded himself that this was just business.
It was just business. Nothing more.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: i want you to take me out
Summary:
“So, how do you want to do this baby?” Eddie asked, leaning forward in his chair as he flashed Steve a smile.
“I-I haven’t done this before,” Steve admits sheepishly, bringing his free hand to run across the back of his neck.
"There’s no right or wrong way for us to go about this but why don’t you let me lead, hm? This isn’t my first rodeo,” Eddie started.
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chapter title from 'take me out' by franz ferdinand
shoutout to manon and frankie for being my beloved beta's for this chapter <3
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
An ache shot through Steve’s body as he slowly lowered himself into his desk chair. His camera was already connected to his laptop, the video he just recorded downloading as he cleaned himself up. It had been a busy week, his Only Fans steadily gaining followers. Perhaps it had something to do with the new vigour he had randomly gained but definitely had nothing to do with the gifts that had been arriving every day this week from a ‘mysterious’ source.
It was like clockwork. Every morning, there was a new box on his doorstep. Each one was filled with soft lace and silicone toys ranging from different plugs to vibrators to the prettiest dildo Steve had ever laid his eyes on. Clear with pink heart confetti throughout it. He couldn’t stop himself from filming a video where he rode it while edging himself. He did however have to bite his lip whenever he felt a certain person’s name almost tumbling out.
Eddie.
Steve felt his stomach flip slightly as he dragged the new video into the editing workspace. His face flushed as the screen lit up with a still of him clad in pink lace. He’d noticed the colors of the lace had been slowly getting .. prettier. It started with the simple black lace panties he’d received in the first box, followed by a red pair. Purple, blue and now pink. A pink lacy thong. Steve smiled at the thought of Eddie imagining him in it. He brushed the thought away as he edited out the awkward beginning and end of the clip, leaving his classic intro and outro before captioning it.
All Dressed Up In Pink For You
His hand shook slightly as he hovered over the small ‘upload’ button. The adrenaline was still running through his body but was quickly replaced with a new spurt of nerves. He can’t help but wonder how Eddie will react when he catches the notification appearing on his screen. His eyes hovered over the date in the corner of his screen.
Saturday. It was Saturday.
Which meant Steve was seeing Eddie tonight. He didn’t quite understand Eddie’s work schedule. It was all over the place. All he did know was that Eddie didn’t have any clients tonight which meant Steve had him all to himself.
He pressed down on the button, watching as the bar slowly filled up before a check appeared on the screen. A ding echoed throughout the room as his phone lit up. His face flushed as he grabbed his phone in one hand, eyes trailing over the small words.
Another video for me?
You’ve been busy, baby.
Excited to see you tonight.
The flush across Steve’s face deepened as he reread the messages a few times, the butterflies in his stomach batting their wings vigorously as he slowly typed out a response.
gotta show how much i appreciate all the pretty things you’ve bought me eds !
i’m excited as well :) what time should i expect you ?
Eddie had already made it clear that he would prefer to pick Steve up from his flat instead of leaving Steve to find his own way to their meeting. Steve had insisted over and over that he was fine getting an Uber but Eddie hadn’t taken no for an answer. It was clear that he was already a tad protective over Steve, the way he’d messaged him multiple times a day to make sure he’d arrived at his classes and then back at his apartment safely. Not that Steve was complaining. How could he? It had been a while since anyone (Apart from Robin) had shown this level of care, not that he needed it but he couldn’t ignore that voice in the back of his head that constantly craved that extra level of protection.
I’ll be there at 6, Stevie.
Last client for the day just walked in.
See you tonight, baby.
A content sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he placed his phone back down on the cordless charger on his desk. His gaze trailed back to his monitor as he saw that he had a few comments on the video already. A smile teased across his lips as he started to read the praise that trailed in.
The comments were predictable. Variations of ‘good boy’, ‘such a good slut’ and the occasional compliment toward his whiny moans. They still brought a hue of red to Steve’s cheeks as he read them but they were starting to lose their effect. The same words repeated over and over no longer made his stomach flip, not when he was getting detailed paragraphs in his messages after each and every upload. Just as Steve went to shut the tab, a comment popped up that caught his attention.
It was long. Longer than usual. Detailed as well, too detailed for a typical comment on one of his videos.
God, look at you, baby. Those pretty little moans never get old. Just want to cover those moles at the bottom of your back in marks, show everyone who you belong to. Can’t wait to hear you moaning my name one day. One day
A chill ran across Steve’s skin as his eyes trailed across the words again, trying his best to place the feeling in his stomach. A large knot that seemed oddly familiar but he couldn’t exactly figure out why. He scrunched his eyes shut shaking his head once or twice before clicking out of the comments.
A new notification appeared and Steve quickly noticed the username. The same user who had left the comment had sent him a custom video request. The knot in his stomach grew tighter as he immediately shut his laptop, forcing the monitor to go dark. It was too much for half past five on a Saturday. Maybe if he read it tomorrow, he’d be able to process it all. Respond how he should respond, instead of a flustered mess of ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re too nice’ combined with a few emojis. However, chills were still running rampant across his skin and his cheeks flushed as the comment echoed in his head
They wanted him. Whoever it was wanted Steve so utterly and completely, he couldn’t help feeling flattered. He quickly pushed the thoughts away as he checked the time, his phone displaying that he had roughly an hour or so until Eddie was arriving to pick him up. A grin landed across his lips as he pushed himself out of his desk chair, taking the time to wrap his soft robe across his sore body. A small groan tumbled out of his lips as he padded out of his room, towards the bathroom. Robin was already placed on their couch, giggles filled the room as she stared down eagerly at her phone.
Steve caught her eye before giving her a look. While he had been messaging Eddie all week, Robin happened to be messaging Chrissy. He had to admit, it was a bit typical of them to be flirting with another pair of best friends. The slightly edgier, more alternative versions of themselves. However, Steve was definitely Chrissy and Robin was way more similar to Eddie which made a lot of sense. Just based on the endless rambles from Robin, Steve knew Chrissy had an appreciation of the small stuff he held that Robin had never understood. However, Eddie had the ability to get excited about almost anything. Just like Robin.
Steve stuck his tongue out at Robin, pulling a face at her apparent giddiness. She met it with a simple middle finger which caused Steve to scoff loudly. Robin just grinned at him as he pushed the bathroom door open, letting his bare feet meet the cold tile. The silk ran down his arms as he let the robe fall off his body, his hand meeting the handle of the shower. The room was instantly filled with the sound of water meeting the ceramic of the dingy bathtub below. Steve watched the mirror grow cloudy with steam the same way his brain grew cloudy with Eddie, his thoughts starting to run away from him
What would Eddie be wearing tonight? He knew he was slightly formal, just based on what he’d been sent to wear. He silently hoped that he’d be able to see Eddie’s ink tonight. He knew Eddie had lots of tattoos but he craved knowing each one, knowing the story behind each drawing etched into his skin. Steve could only assume he had done most of them himself but how does one ink their own neck? Would that not get uncomfortable?
He sighed as he climbed under the hot water, feeling his muscles immediately relax, their ache disappearing with each droplet that landed on his back. He took his time, letting the water run down his body as he let the stress of the week mix into the steam and waft into the exhaust fan. The remains of the lube he had used earlier still clung to his skin, causing him to flinch as he gently ran a cloth over his sore hole. Perhaps filming a video every day for a week wasn’t the best idea. He scrubbed away the tackiness on his skin before starting his elaborate hair-washing routine.
The aching in his body had subsided by the time Steve climbed out of the shower, covering himself in his towel as he dried himself off. Towel slung low across his hips, he entered the living room to see Robin hadn’t moved an inch, a sly smile on her lips as she looked up at him. His brows furrowed at her expression.
“What?”
“Did you shave?” She immediately asked, causing Steve’s jaw to drop slightly. Of course, he did. The modern man had to be prepared for anything, but he didn’t need to reveal that to Robin.
“I know that look, I know you did,” She pointed out, “Was just wondering.”
Her voice was quiet as she spoke sheepishly. Steve just nodded once as his lips parted to speak but no words fell out, only an awkward exclamation as he tried to process the question from his best friend. Robin’s lips quirked before she jumped up off the couch. Steve stared at her, hand still holding up the towel around his waist before slowly padding towards his room. He knew she was following him, her footsteps landing across the hardwood behind his own.
He just blinked, attempting to understand the interaction they’d just had but his processing was interrupted by Robin pushing past him to enter his room first.
As he turned the corner into his bedroom, he was greeted by Robin sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, a filthy grin painted across her lips. His brown eyes met her blue ones in a squint.
“What do you want, Buckley?” His words were coated in a teasing tone, making it clear he wasn’t actually upset with Robin hijacking his bed. While waiting for her explanation, he collected the outfit that Eddie had sent him for tonight which he had been protecting with his life, kept on a set of hangers out of the way of the chaos that typically overtook his room.
“I’m excited for you, dingus,” Robin finally said “Can’t a girl be excited for her best friend anymore?”
Steve squinted at her once again. No. No, she couldn’t be. Not when that meant said girl had a sneaky smile on her lips and kept checking her phone. A girl could not be excited for her best friend. However, Steve decided to keep his mouth shut and opted to simply cover his eyes with his spare hand, waiting for Robin to copy him before dropping his towel. Sure, she’d seen him naked plenty of times but the context was different! Like her walking in on him filming by accident which had immediately resulted in thousands of curse words as she ran out of the room, rendering the video he was making unusable.
“Steve, it’s your first real date in months. I’m just excited for you, a bit nervous as well but mainly excited,” Robin explained, eyes still covered as Steve pulled on the lacy black panties that Eddie had sent him in the first package. A small thud filled the space as his towel met the hardwood floor, signaling to Robin that she could open her eyes.
“Damn, those are really nice.” She exclaimed, causing Steve to blush as he pulled the patterned shirt onto his torso. “Eddie?”
“Of course,” He said, doing the buttons up slowly, “I couldn’t afford something this nice. Whole outfit’s from Eddie.” A slight tinge of shame appeared in his words as his hands gripped the slacks.
He knew the whole arrangement was for the money, but the idea of someone so shamelessly spoiling him was something he’d have to work on. He had already been enjoying the gifts, sending Eddie multiple thank you messages for each box that arrived on his doorstep and Eddie never seemed too fussed so maybe it would become natural quickly.
Just as he finished tucking his shirt into the pants, he heard a small hum escape Robin and he looked up at her. She was grinning down at her phone, quickly typing what Steve could only assume was a new message to Chrissy. A smile appeared on his lips as he walked towards the mirror in the corner of his room, doing a spin to check that he looked as good as he knew he needed to.
“You look great,” Robin said, reading his mind. “Eddie’s going to eat you up.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she spoke and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks before a small voice in the back of his head spoke up.
It’s just business.
Business. That’s all it was. Purely a transaction. Eddie had clearly done this before and he’d do it after Steve. He wasn’t special, this wasn’t a date. If anything, it was a meeting. Just a meeting, to see if their arrangement would work out. Steve bit back a sigh as he turned towards Robin.
“I hope he does,” He said, attempting to cover his words with the same teasing tone she had but failing miserably as her face dropped, “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Tell me.” She demanded. Steve just rolled his eyes in response. Curse Robin Buckley for knowing exactly how he was feeling before he even knew how to express it.
“It’s just business, Robs,” He started to explain, watching as Robin went tight-lipped, “That’s all it is. This isn’t a date .. it’s a meeting.”
He could feel his words getting faster, the nerves he felt leaking into each syllable as he spoke, trying to convince Robin but mainly trying to convince himself.
Trying to convince himself that the feeling that rose in his stomach every time he thought about Eddie meant nothing.
Trying to convince himself that the way his face flushed with every message Eddie sent him meant nothing.
Trying so fucking hard to convince himself that the multiple hand-written notes that framed his mirror meant absolutely nothing.
Steve had been hurt a lot in his life. Too many times to count on his two hands, if he was being honest, and he didn’t need to add this to the list. It was business. That’s all it would ever be. Just business.
Cool air entered his lungs as he took a deep breath, pulling his gaze away from Robin, not being able to handle the way her expression contorted as she processed what he had just said. Just as he heard her take a sharp intake of breath, probably getting ready to berate him for his ‘silly thoughts’ as she often called these moments, she was cut off by Steve’s phone ringing loudly, cutting through the tension between them. He immediately pushed towards his desk, eyes falling on the screen as he noticed one name displayed across it. Eddie. His entire body stilled on the spot, his eyes glued to the illuminated words.
“Steve? Are you going to answer?” Robin asked gently, each word wrapping around Steve’s brain like a warm hug as he shakily moved his eyes towards her. His breath stuck in his throat as he attempted to exhale, his eyes landing on the floor. God, what if he fucked it up? What if he says the wrong thing and embarrasses himself? What if Eddie takes one look at him and realises that Steve isn't someone that he wants. Tears burnt in his eyes as his brain yelled thought after thought at him. Could he not just have one nice night? He raised his head, trying his best to keep the tears from breaking past the wall of his waterline.
“Oh babe,” She cooed, immediately leaving the bed and slowly walking to meet him where he was standing. Steve could tell she was speaking, he watched as her lips slowly moved but the words started to sound garbled. Gibberish. There was a brush against his arm, an attempt at comfort but shocks were sent across his skin as he pulled away, eyes flicking back towards his phone, the screen now black.
“Steve, Eddie is outside, yeah? You gotta go out and meet him,” Robin said, each word heavy like someone was pressing down on Steve’s chest, forcing him to take a deep breath each time. “Do you want me to come down with you? Make sure he’s not going to murder you or anything?”
The last few words had a teasing tone to them, causing a small giggle to escape Steve’s lips despite the tears that had started pouring down his cheeks.
Fuck. Now his eyes were going to be all puffy and red. He knew he wasn’t exactly a pretty crier, the aftermath often looking like someone had taken a red marker to his face (which wasn’t an uncommon thing for him to experience. Toddlers had no sense of boundaries. None.) He looked over at Robin who was staring back at him, her eyes soft. He knew what was running through her mind and he would’ve done anything to push those thoughts away. But he couldn’t. How could he when almost identical ones were running through his? They both knew the risks for Steve. They’d both seen them happen first-hand.
“Gotta clean my face before I go down,” He mumbled, collecting his phone off the charger and grabbing the small bag that was hanging off the back of his desk chair, sliding the phone straight into it.
Robin slowly blinked at him, Steve noticing the slight red in her eyes before pulling her into a rough yet tight hug. She froze, body stiff before melting into it, arms wrapping around his waist, thumbs immediately drawing small messages on his hips that he couldn’t decipher but he knew there was nothing but love behind them.
“I love you Buckley, I hope you know that,” Steve gave her one last squeeze before pulling away, flashing her a small smile before covering the distance between him and his bedroom door.
Robin followed behind him as he slowly walked towards the bathroom, trailing every step he took with her own. After flushing his eyes with some coldish tap water and patting them dry with the plush hand towel, he felt Robin take his hand in hers.
“You know I’m on the end of the phone if anything happens, right? I’ll make something up, I’m good at lying!” She insisted and Steve squinted at her, remembering her excuses to get them out of shifts back when they worked at the video rental place in their hometown.
“I fucking am! Ready, um, if you called me and said you needed to come home, I’d just say that I .. went into labour!”
“You aren’t pregnant, Robs,” Steve stated, trying to stifle his laughter, “But good try. Proud of you for the attempt.”
Robin just scoffed, feigning offence as she hauled open the large front door before basically shoving Steve out into the landing. His feet stumbled underneath him for a few steps until he fell against the wrought iron railing of the stairs.
“What the fuck, Buckley?”
“Need to keep you on your toes, you’re too comfortable around me. It’s weird,” She said, clearly joking as a large grin was displayed across her face
“Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She yelled, slamming the door in Steve’s face just as he parted his lips to insult her back.
Don’t do anything Robin wouldn’t? He chuckled to himself at her words. That didn’t take much off the table. If anything, the only thing it took off the table was the date itself.
Robin on a date with a man …
Steve shivered at the thought as he slowly climbed down the stairs towards the street.
Just as Steve’s hand met the cool glass of the door, he noticed the black Range Rover parked just out of the front of the building. A smile teased its way onto his lips as he stepped into the cold air, eyes scanning around the car, assuming that it happened to belong to Eddie but he was nowhere to be seen. Steve’s fingers teased across the zipper of the bag slung across his chest, about to pull it back to pull out his phone when-
“Baby, where’s your coat?”
He twisted his head in the direction of the voice, his eyes landing on Eddie. Eddie, who was currently leaning comfortably against the brick of his building, a cigarette placed vicariously between his lips as he took another drag. A teasing smile was painted across his face, eyes shining despite the lack of light in the dingy street.
“I-I didn’t have one that would be warm enough,” Steve explained, shoving his hands in the pockets of the tight slacks he was wearing, “It’s okay though, I’m not too cold.” Words tumbled out of his lips as he started to push towards Eddie, hoping he hadn’t said the wrong thing. He often said the wrong thing, it was an eternal struggle he seemed to be cursed with.
“Stevie, it’s okay,” Eddie said, dropping the butt of the cigarette onto the pavement before crushing it under his boot, “I was just wondering. You look beautiful, by the way. Whoever chose your outfit must have good taste.”
Despite the teasing tone, all Steve felt he could do was blush at Eddie’s words. Simple words, yet they made Steve’s stomach flip and his skin break out in chills (Could also be the lack of a coat but Steve hoped it was just Eddie’s compliment.)
Eddie pushed himself off the wall before he trailed further towards Steve, closing the distance between them. Steve couldn’t stop the way his jaw dropped as light shed across Eddie’s form.
God. Lace. Eddie was wearing lace.
A black lace button-up was clinging to his torso, revealing all of the tattoos that had previously been hidden from Steve. He’d seen them. On Eddie’s Instagram. But that was nothing like seeing the intricate ink designs in person. A pair of slacks dressed his bottom half, the lace slightly tucked into the waistband where an expensive-looking belt was done up across Eddie’s waist. A coat was placed across one of his arms, a thick woollen coat, just as black as the rest of his outfit. Steve had to admit, he wasn’t the biggest fashion person but he could definitely tell when something was out of his budget. And this? Eddie’s entire ensemble, down to the leather boots to the chains slung around his neck to the signature rings decorating his downright sinful hands? Extremely out of Steve’s budget.
Eddie chuckled.
“Like what you see?” He teased, eyes trailing up and down Steve, “Because I definitely like what I’m seeing .. so I guess we’re even, hm?”
Steve just nodded slightly, knowing better than to try and form any sort of words right now.
Eddie’s lips curled into a smirk as he gestured towards the car.
“Shall we? Our reservations are at seven so we have time to waste but I can see the goosebumps on your arms from here, sugar.”
Steve just smiled, nodding again. Eddie grinned back before leaning forward slowly, Steve’s eyes stuck on his every move. Cool metal suddenly met his fingers as Eddie intertwined their hands, leading them towards the car and Steve couldn’t wipe the grin off his lips as Eddie pulled open the passenger door.
“After you, princess.” He said.
Steve climbed into the seat, clambering slightly as he tried not to show how flustered Eddie’s word choice had made him. Eddie flashed him a wide, knowing smile, before shutting the door behind him and walking towards the driver's side.
Finally, Steve felt like he could finally breathe after being smothered with Eddie, Eddie, Eddiefrom the moment the man had uttered his first question. His head met the pillowed rest as his eyes fell shut, letting the last few minutes wash over him.
Sugar. Princess.
God, it was going to be a long night.
———
“No! No, you’re simply wrong, Eddie, and that’s okay!” Steve cried, turning in his seat to face Eddie who was currently navigating the large car through the relatively small parking lot, searching for a free parking spot, “You’re just not listening to the lyrics if you actually think that One Direction doesn’t have good music.”
Eddie barked out a loud laugh, a strand of hair falling out of the messy bun his locks were pulled up in as his head was thrown back. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he attempted to fake a scowl at Eddie.
Eddie flicked his eyes towards him, sending a smile his way before slowly moving his hand to gently meet Steve’s thigh, patting it slightly. Chills broke out across his skin at the subtle touch, butterflies in his stomach appeared once again.
“Whatever you say, pretty,” Eddie cooed and Steve felt the blush appear on his cheeks again, “Now help me find a fucking parking spot, I feel like I’ve driven in circles for hours.” The words came out as a slight whine which Steve giggled at slightly before trailing his eyes across the window in front of him.
“Oh! Oh!,” He exclaimed, hitting Eddie’s arm lightly as he pointed towards a car that had just pulled out, leaving a space right near the entrance to the restaurant, “Just there!”
“I see it, baby,” Eddie chuckled, the hand around Steve’s thigh tightening slightly as he drove towards the spot before he pulled it away, placing it back on the wheel. Steve bit back a whine at the loss of contact, praying Eddie didn’t hear but based on the smirk teasing across his lips, he had. Steve watched as Eddie turned the wheel, maneuvering the car into the spot as he smiled. Once the car was parked, Eddie brought his hands together in a small clap, turning to plant his brown eyes on Steve.
Steve hadn’t noticed before but the once-black hardware in Eddie’s piercings now glinted silver under the dim light of the parking lot. Each stud was replaced with a shining silver. He wondered how long it took to change them. If it had hurt at all. He couldn’t imagine changing an eyebrow piercing, the idea of it made his knees go weak and his stomach churn. What if you missed? A chill ran up his back at the thought.
“You ready?” Eddie asked softly, hand grasping Steve’s as he smiled at him.
Steve just smiled back, knowing that he didn’t need to speak for Eddie to understand him. There already was this weird level of understanding between them. It had started when Eddie had passed Steve his phone after climbing into the driver's seat and Steve had instantly understood that he was now in charge of music for their journey.
It’s just business.
And there it was. The voice. The voice constantly reminded him of the real reason he was allowed to spend his night with Eddie. Just as the voice was preparing to continue its beratement, it was cut off with-
“Oh baby, wait, I think I have a jacket you can borrow in the back,” Eddie spoke, leaning in between their seats to collect something from the backseats and emerging a few seconds later with a tan woollen coat clutched in his hands.
“Perfect. Even goes with your outfit!” He spoke, his words dripping with amusement but all Steve could do was accept the soft material in his hands, a smile appearing across his lips. He knew Eddie had planned this, the little smirk on his face told him everything he needed to know but he also knew better than to try and argue with the man.
“Thank you, Eddie,” Steve spoke, voice hushed as he stared down at the jacket in his lap, “Really. Thank you, you didn’t need to do this. Especially after everything you’ve already sent me this week.” Steve silently cursed himself for the drastic tone change in the car, but he couldn’t help it as he ran his hands over the plush wool.
“You’re welcome, sugar,” Eddie smiled, “Let’s go inside yeah?”
Steve just nodded in response, letting Eddie climb out of the driver's side. A giggle escaped his lips as he watched Eddie run around the hood of the car to open Steve’s door for him, bowing ever so slightly as Steve climbed out of the car. Steve’s feet met the concrete as he fell into a small curtsy, causing Eddie to chuckle. Steve quickly pulled his new possession over his body, the silky lining ran across his skin and instantly cut through the cool air as Eddie intertwined their fingers together.
“A perfect fit,” Eddie commented. Steve’s cheeks heated up so much he swore he’d be able to see steam rising off of them.
They walked, hand in hand, towards the brightly lit entrance. A flowered arch stood in front of a large wooden door, fairy lights hanging off the surrounding pillars and trestles. Steve stared up at them, watching them twinkle as Eddie led them towards the hostess. He slowly noticed the way that Eddie’s thumb was drawing circles against the back of his hand, causing him to lower his gaze to see Eddie already staring at him. His brown eyes twinkled in a similar way to the lights as he smiled softly.
“Sorry,” Steve murmured.
He hadn’t been out in a long time, especially to somewhere as nice as this. He watched as the people in front of him were led towards their tables, men in suits and women in flowy dresses. Steve suddenly felt very underdressed as his gaze fell upon the hostess who was already looking him up and down. He instantly gripped Eddie’s hand a bit tighter, causing him to shoot him a look of concern.
“You okay, sugar?”
How was he supposed to look Eddie in the eyes and tell him that he knew he didn’t belong in a place like this? Maybe a few years ago, he would’ve felt at home. Following his parents around as they networked, being introduced as their prized possession. He would’ve played the room, told them all about his captainship of the Hawkins High basketball team and his college plans. But that had been then. And this was now. Now was filled with the dirty looks he was being sent. The ball in his stomach as he looked down at the outfit he was wearing.The outfit Eddie had chosen for him.
“Babylove, I can hear the gears turning in your head,” Eddie whispered, “You look beautiful in the clothes I chose for you, okay? You trust me, right?”
Steve managed to nod ever so slightly as his eyes flitted across the entryway, landing on a concierge who flashed him a warm smile. Steve sent a small smile back before letting Eddie lead him towards the hostess who still had a sour expression across her face. Steve’s eyes met Eddie’s as he let go of Steve’s hand, opting to sling his arm around the smaller man’s shoulders, sending a shock of warmth throughout Steve’s system.
The hostess looked up from the tablet in front of her, eyes meeting Steve’s as she started to speak but was quickly cut off by Eddie clearing his throat slightly, drawing her gaze away from Steve’s awkward stance and onto the clear confidence that was oozing off Eddie. Her eyes widened as Eddie let out a small chuckle, pulling Steve closer to his side.
“Right this way Mr Munson, your regular table is all ready for you,” She quickly collected a set of menus, placing them under her arm before quickly walking towards the large set of doors. Eddie scoffed lightly before following after her, leading Steve with a strong arm still placed around his shoulders.
“Definitely going to have a word with the owner about her attitude,” He mumbled under his breath, causing Steve’s jaw to drop slightly. Eddie quirked an eyebrow, questioning Steve’s reaction to his words before adding, “Baby, she shouldn’t be looking at any customer like that but especially not one of my guests. It’s rude as fuck and no one deserves that, especially when they’re going to be paying an arm and a leg to eat here.”
Steve’s cheeks warmed at the words.
One of Eddie’s guests. He was here with Eddie who seemed to be an important person, he hadn’t forgotten the fact that he didn’t even need to state his name for the hostess to know who he was. Plus the fact that he had a regular table. God, Steve couldn’t imagine having a regular table at the local Mcdonald's let alone a restaurant that looked like it was straight out of a movie. High ceilings and marble pillars were placed throughout the room. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, light reflecting off the small crystals and creating a warm hue across the expanse of the space. Steve could feel the way his jaw was hung open as he stared, letting himself be led blindly by Eddie to their table.
He was pulled out of his awe when Eddie slowly tapped his shoulder, and he turned to see him and the hostess looking expectantly at him. Eddie had already shed his black woollen coat, the hostess having it placed in her arms. He flicked his eyes between them, silently hoping someone would fill the silence by telling him what he missed. His eyes finally landed on Eddie, meeting his brown ones as he pushed the sleeves of his lace shirt up, landing just above his elbows.
“She just asked if she can take your coat, sugar,” He provided, and Steve blinked once or twice at the words.
How was he supposed to tell Eddie that he didn’t want to let the soft wool out of his sight? He couldn’t attempt to explain that the pieces of wool and lining sewn together suddenly felt safe to him. He didn’t want to lose that just yet. He wanted to be able to run his fingers along the silk lining as he listened to Eddie’s raspy voice throughout the night. He felt his hands clutch onto the bottom, as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth, attempting to come up with the words to explain that he’d rather keep it near him.
“It’s okay, I think we can keep his with us,” Eddie spoke, cutting through Steve’s thoughts quickly and the hostess just smiled curtly before placing the menus on the table and turning on her heels to disappear into the depths of the restaurant.
How did Eddie manage to do that? Always know what Steve was thinking, always know the exact right thing to say to put his anxiety at ease. They’d known each other for a week, seen each other twice and yet Steve didn’t know anyone else, apart from Robin, who understood him so easily. A small sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he sat himself down in the chair that Eddie had pulled out for him, watching as Eddie quickly placed himself down in his own chair before flashing a smile at him, two dimples appearing on either side of his grin.
“Thank you, Eddie,” Steve started, watching as Eddie’s smile quirked at his words, “For bringing me here. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to get a reservation here. Thank you.” He had the feeling he’d be saying ‘thank you’ a lot to Eddie tonight so he may as well start now.
Eddie shook his head as he passed Steve a menu.
“You have no reason to thank me, Steve. If anything, this is just the start of how I intend on spoiling you, if I’m granted that privilege.”
Steve couldn’t stop himself from grinning at those words, his hand automatically flying to his face to cover the huge smile that appeared. His spare hand quickly pinched his thigh under the table, this couldn’t be real. There was no way that this was real.
“You should order the pasta, it’s incredible,” Eddie suggested, his eyes running down the menu as Steve hurriedly opened his own, “Obviously, dinner’s on me so order whatever you’d like, sugar.”
Steve’s eyes scanned across the typed words, attempting to process the Italian names and ingredients he hadn’t heard of before when Eddie cleared his throat quietly, drawing his attention to him. Eddie leaned forward across their table, his ringed finger landing on the crisp white paper in Steve’s hands, just next to an elaborate-looking pasta dish consisting of various herbs and other words Steve couldn’t understand. Steve just nodded, smiling up at Eddie as a waiter approached their table. Steve leant forward, placing his elbow on the tablecloth as he leaned against his palm, watching Eddie as he flashed a grin at the waiter. He pointed to a few lines on the menu, their names flowing out with what Steve could only assume to be perfect pronunciation.
“Do you drink wine, sugar?” Eddie asked, collecting the small drinks list in his hands and flipping through the pages. No, no he didn’t . He never got accustomed to the taste, not sweet enough for him. He always preferred a fruity cocktail or a simple shot if the intention was to get blackout. Eddie smiled at the silence before turning to the waiter.
“I’ll have a glass of the pinot and he’ll have the house cocktail, hm?” Steve just nodded at his words as the waiter added the drinks to the small notebook in his hands before collecting the menus and shuffling away.
“So, how do you want to do this baby?” Eddie asked, leaning forward in his chair as he flashed Steve a smile.
How did he want to do this? Fuck. He hadn’t thought this far ahead, he didn’t know if he’d even get to this point let alone discussing an actual contract with Eddie. He didn’t know the going rates for sugar babies these days, what was too much? Too little? Did he ask for an allowance? How did this work? Fuck, Robin was right about him needing to do more research.
“Sugar, can you take a deep breath for me?” Eddie cut through, his hand collecting Steve’s. The cool metal of his rings playing against Steve’s searing skin, immediately cooling him down. “Do you want me to start?”
“I-I haven’t done this before,” Steve admits sheepishly, bringing his free hand to run across the back of his neck, “I don’t exactly know the right … rates? And everything, so I don’t want to just make up a number and it be insanely out of the typical range,” Steve could tell he was rambling, the words were just running out of his lips but he couldn’t stop it. He just needed Eddie to understand what he was saying, “So I could say a number if you want me to but it may be way too much or not enough and I don’t want to look like a complete idiot by expecting a certain amount.” When the words had finally finished rushing out, there was silence between them, just the quiet buzz of the room could be heard as Steve stared at Eddie.
Just as Steve parted his lips, the urge to apologise dripping off his tongue, Eddie interrupted with a loud laugh. His eyes shrunk, small lines appearing next to them as he grinned at Steve, more barking laughter breaking the tension between them like someone had slammed a hammer onto a mirror. Steve just scoffed at his reaction, pouting as he waited for the man across from him to calm down enough to speak.
“Baby, I’m sorry for laughing but that was adorable, you know that right? There’s no right or wrong way for us to go about this but why don’t you let me lead, hm? This isn’t my first rodeo,” Eddie started, leaning forward to cup Steve’s cheek in his hand, his thumb meeting his bottom lip lightly, “Put this away first, though. There’s no need for you to be pouting, sugar.” A small hum escaped Steve as Eddie drew his hand away, letting it fall onto the table between them.
“So, allowance-wise, why don’t you tell me your monthly expenses and I’ll double that, yeah? I don’t want you to be worrying about anything. Of course, if you ever need a little extra, you can just ask and we’ll figure it out. I know you already make a bit with your content ,” A small cough fell out of Eddie’s lips as he spoke, meaning it was Steve’s turn to smirk. He couldn’t help it, the way Eddie had flushed red as he mentioned Steve’s line of work. He’d managed to make him flustered and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “But I don’t want that being used, I’d prefer if that went into a savings account. Set you up for a good future and all that. On top of the allowance, I’d like to pay you a date fee for our formal dates, like this. Obviously, I’d like to see you outside of a formal setting but I’ll cover our dinners or events or anything like that. Is that okay, baby?”
“Jesus Christ,” was all Steve could manage to get out in response. It was all a bit much. How was someone supposed to react to someone offering to cover every single expense in their life? Oh, with a little extra, just because. “Yeah, yeah , that’s okay. Fuck-, I-I don’t know what to say, Eddie. Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s just a little off the top for me. The last thing we need to discuss is our, um, limits , if you know what I mean. Uh, I don’t have any other babies right now and I’m going to keep it that way. I’d like that to be a two-way street, exclusivity,” Eddie explained, smiling as a waiter placed their drinks on the table.
Steve watched as Eddie lifted the glass in his hand, his other hand still not letting go of Steve’s, before swirling around the deep red liquid and taking a sip. Fuck, that was hot. Steve quickly took the cocktail in front of him and took a long pull, smiling in surprise at the citrus flavor.
“Um, as I think you can tell, I’m attracted to you, Steve. Very attracted to you and if you’re comfortable with it, I’d like to have a sexual aspect to our dynamic. We can discuss the intricacies of that at a later date but I’d like that and I think you would as well. Just based on the videos you sent me this week, babydoll. I’m glad you enjoyed your gifts though.”
Steve felt like he was going to explode. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Babydoll. Eddie had to know what he was doing. He knew he did as he watched him take another pull from his glass, a little smirk placed on his lips as he stared at Steve. He knew his face was flushed red, he knew his lips were parted slightly in shock, and he knew he looked like a flustered mess. Two could play at this game, this is what he did professionally. He knew he was good at it. Eddie wouldn’t know what hit him.
“They were perfect,” Steve purred, leaning across the table to close the distance between them as he noticed the smirk on Eddie’s face faltered slightly, “Thank you so much, daddy, you treat me so well.”
Eddie let out a small snort, wetting his bottom lip as he shook his head. Steve grinned at him, a cheeky smile to let Eddie know he knew exactly what he was doing.
Eddie sighed as he turned to make sure no one was around their table before he leaned forward, drawing Steve to do the same. “I know you’re a little tease who can’t keep it in his pants but we’re in public baby, hm? Try to have a little decorum before I pull you over my knee and turn your ass a beautiful shade of red that’ll compliment the black lace I know you’re wearing under your slacks, yeah? Behave.”
Steve bit back a whine at Eddie’s words as he felt the ball of heat in his stomach grow, his pants getting ever so slightly tighter as the man across the table just smirked at him.
“Now that’s sorted, let’s have a good night, yeah? The food here is fucking incredible and I can’t wait to see your face when you have your first bite,” Eddie grinned like he hadn’t just threatened to spank Steve in the middle of a crowded restaurant.“What are you studying, sugar? I feel like I never asked that.”
This fucker. He had to know the way that Steve was battling the urge to fall to his knees under the table and get his mouth around him. He had to know.
Steve ran his tongue along his teeth, making a small clicking noise before speaking, “I’m studying early childhood education so a lot of colors and shapes. I’m often sticky when I get home, covered in marker sometimes as well! Always a fun surprise to find when I finally get to shower.” Eddie chuckled, slightly amused but mainly horrified, a small smile on his lips.“How did you get into tattooing?”
“Ah, that’s a long story but to put it simply, my friend bought me a gun one day and that was it for me. Longer story, I wanted to be a musician so I started hanging out at some pretty shady places waiting to be ‘scouted’, the stupidest shit I’ve ever done if I’m being honest, and this guy who was completely inked complimented the tattoo I had at the time,” Eddie paused to point at a small collection of bats just below his elbow, “I told him I’d done it myself and he didn’t believe me until I pointed out the way that this wing is crooked because I absolutely banged the shit out of my elbow and couldn’t feel it for a few minutes but I just kept tattooing anyway! Turns out he was pretty big in the tattoo world, and I started working under him. Taught Chrissy how to pierce and here we are!”
He had a large grin painted across his face which Steve couldn’t help but return.
“Jesus, I didn’t even know that someone could be ... big in the tattoo world,” Steve spoke, taking another pull from the citrus drink in front of him, “How much do you charge per appointment?” Steve knew it was a lot, but he also knew that his appointment was discounted since he was picking up a spot that someone else had dropped out of. Also, Robin dealt with the money side, not him.
“Ah, that’s a complicated question. Depends on the piece I’m doing and how long it takes,” Eddie explained, the smile still a permanent fixture on his lips, “Also how much privacy they want. Sometimes we have people book the studio for the entire day, just for one piece just because they don’t want to worry about anyone else walking in. But a normal appointment for a medium-sized piece, um, roughly one thousand and then my hourly fee on top of that. Obviously, it changes for certain shit but, uh, yeah.”
Steve couldn’t stop the way he coughed at Eddie’s words.
Jesus fuck.
That’s a lot of money.
“How many clients do you typically do in a day?” Steve asked, finishing off the last bit of his drink, starting to feel the warm tingle of alcohol in his chest. Robin always called him a lightweight, but he could hold his alcohol. It was just a tad easier for him to get drunk, but since when was that a bad thing when he was on a strict budget? Just meant he spent less and always had more fun.
“Um, an average of three or four. Sometimes we’re really busy and get hit with six or seven,” Eddie explained, excitement oozing off each word. It was clear how much he loved his work, and it made Steve grin with every mention. He’d listen to Eddie talk for hours. “I love it though, I can’t imagine doing anything else. I’m lucky I’ve got Chris to help me with it all, it’s just the best.”
Just as the last word passed Eddie’s lips, the waiter appeared next to their table with a couple of plates on his arms. He started placing them on the table, announcing what each one was but it just flew in one ear and out the other for Steve as he stared at Eddie who was nodding intently.
The waiter smiled at both of them before turning to Eddie, “Do either of you need a refill on drinks?” Eddie looked at Steve, eyebrows raised and Steve just blinked a few times before nodding, smiling up at the waiter.
“I’m done for the night, but he’ll have another house cocktail. Thank you,” Eddie said. The waiter smiled before walking away.
Steve leant forward to run his eyes across all dishes filling the table, each one steaming and smelling incredible. He didn’t know where to start but luckily, Eddie had already picked up one of the bowls, one that was piled high with some kind of pasta. He held one hand out, looking at Steve who immediately passed him his plate. Moments later, it was being handed back, filled to the brim with various kinds of pasta and other dishes that he had no idea what they were.
“Thank you, Eddie,” Steve said, picking up his fork and placing the napkin across his lap, praying that he didn’t spill anything on the clothes that Eddie had bought for him.
A small hum escaped Eddie as he picked up his fork, flashing his eyes up to Steve before letting them land on his own plate, “Oh, we’re back to Eddie now, sugar? I think there’s something else you should be calling me when you’re thanking me, baby.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“Good boy.”
———
“Baby, are you sure you’re good to walk?” Eddie asked after wrapping Steve’s coat around his body. Maybe Eddie shouldn’t have ordered Steve that last drink … or the one before that but Steve had insisted he wasn’t drunk! He wasn’t. Apparently, he just felt a bit happy and could definitely use Eddie’s help to get back to the car. Steve explained that he could make it there himself, he’d just appreciate the help. He hummed lightly, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and nuzzling into his side as they stepped into the cool air. Eddie knew Steve could feel the vibration of Eddie’s laughter as he slung his arm around Steve’s shoulders, starting to lead him toward the car.
“C’mon sugar, let’s get you home.”
“M’kay daddy,” Steve hummed in response, letting himself be led by Eddie. Eddie knew that Steve would follow him anywhere right now, he could tell just based on the way that he was clutching to Eddie’s waist. He noticed the way that his thumb was drawing small circles on Steve’s shoulder as he made sure that Steve didn’t stumble over his own feet with each step.
As they reached the car, Eddie drew his arm away from Steve, causing Steve to clutch his waist even tighter.
“Baby, we gotta get in the car yeah? So we can go home and go to sleep. Can you be good for me and get in the car?” He cooed, his hands meeting Steve’s as he pried him away from his body.
Steve smiled dopily up at him before nodding.
“Perfect. My perfect boy,” Eddie said.
Eddie pulled open the car door before helping Steve into the Range Rover and pulling the seatbelt across his body, making sure he was buckled in safely. He took a step back, about to close the door when Steve let out a small whine. He paused, smiling, “What is it, baby?”
“Feel … safe with you Eds,” Steve mumbled, words slurring into each other, “Haven’t felt safe around someone like you in a bit. Not since him. ‘S nice. Thank you for being nice to me.” Eddie felt tears burn in his eyes as leant forward to draw Steve into a hug. He couldn’t help but question who Steve was talking about but knew better than to ask the tipsy man in his arms to elaborate.
“I’m always going to be nice to you, sugar. Always, ” Eddie rasped, pulling away to look down at Steve whose head was pushed against the lace clung to Eddie’s chest, “Now let’s get you home, yeah?” He felt Steve hum in agreement before he released him, making sure he was comfortable once more but as he went to close the door, he felt Steve’s hand wrap around his wrist. He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling slightly at the action as he raised his eyebrows at him, “Sugar?”
Steve grinned up at him before leaning forward and whispering, “Kiss?”
Eddie could feel his heart melt with the simple request. One word and he wanted to fall to his knees in the parking lot and give this boy everything he ever asked for. But he knew better than to let their first kiss happen when every other noise that was exiting Steve was a drunken giggle.
“C’mere princess,” Eddie murmured, bringing Steve into his arms once again before leaning down to stare into his wide brown eyes. He couldn’t help but notice the mix of green that ran through them as he smiled. He heard Steve’s breath hitched as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “That’s all you’re getting tonight, okay baby? I’ll give you a proper kiss another night, I promise.”
Steve just let out a small happy noise as Eddie felt a kiss be pressed just between his pecs through the lace.
“Let’s get you to bed, babylove.”
Notes:
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Chapter 4: i need you, baby, feeling alright
Summary:
“I believe I owe you something, sugar,” Eddie mused, causing Steve to tilt his head slightly, silently questioning Eddie’s words, “Yeah, I do, baby. Last night, while you were clinging to me, which was adorable I have to add, you had one request. Do you remember what that was?”
Steve shook his head, lips parted as Eddie’s thumb ghosted over them. Eddie chuckled, the inch of space between them filled with the sound as he started to lean forward.
“Interesting. Can I show you?” Eddie asked sincerely and Steve just nodded, not knowing what else to do in this situation. He watched as Eddie’s gaze flicked down to his lips. “Words, baby.”
“P-Please show me. Please show me, daddy.” Steve said, voice betraying him as it cracked on the first word that exited his lips.
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title from 'i want your video' by djo
Notes:
HELLO IM NOT DEAD !!!
im so so so sorry for the delay on this chapter .. i went away and then had the WORST writers block ever. The Worst. but we're back ! here's 12k words to make up for my absence <33 i hope you all enjoy !!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Warmth spread across Steve’s face as the sun tumbled through his window, curtains still pushed open from the day before. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as he attempted to adjust to the light of his bedroom. A sharp shot of pain echoed throughout his head as he rose off the pillows, a slight whine falling out of his lips. A soft shirt clung to his frame, along with the black lace he had worn under his slacks the night before but he didn’t even remember getting home last night, let alone changing into his pyjamas.
Just as he was about to call out for Robin and demand her to explain how he had ended up in bed, a flash of the night before played through his memories. The way Eddie had walked him to the car, buckled him in and driven him home. Eddie’s hand placed on his thigh, the light squeeze he did whenever Steve’s tipsy thoughts escaped his lips. Eddie’s arms carrying him up the stairs to his apartment and the way he slowly unbuttoned Steve’s shirt, pulling it off before replacing it with whatever he found on the floor near his bed.
Steve couldn’t help but wince as he remembered some of the bullshit he had said as Eddie drove them home. However, a small flush appeared on his cheeks as the memory of Eddie pressing a small kiss to his forehead was brought to the forefront of his mind. No wonder he had slept so well, the combination of a few fruity cocktails and Eddie tucking him, making sure he was safe was the perfect recipe for a restful night's sleep.
A yawn escaped Steve’s lips as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Where the fuck was his phone? He didn’t remember putting it on charge before he passed out, or even taking it out of his bag. He rolled across his bed, ready to push himself up and go on the never-ending search throughout the mess that was his bedroom but a small smile fell upon his face as he noticed it placed on his bedside table. Connected to the charger and everything, with a small piece of paper folded up and sandwiched underneath it.
His smile grew as he collected the note between his fingers, unfolding it to reveal a few words and what seemed to be a phone number, scrawled in messy handwriting that just screamed Eddie.
Sugar, I hope you slept well. Thank you for last night. Drink some water and text me once you’re awake enough. - Daddy
Steve could feel how his cheeks heated up as he read over the last word a few times. He could definitely feel the way his stomach was flipping as he took his phone, navigating to the contacts to save Eddie’s number before slowly typing out a message. His fingers shook as he hovered over the keyboard. What was he supposed to message his sugar daddy the day after the first date? Especially when he had accidentally, maybe, perhaps had one too many drinks. The flush in his cheeks grew as he slowly typed out a message.
Steve
hi :)) i’m awake and alive! i just wanted to say thank you
for everything last night. i promise i’m not usually like that,
think my nerves just got the best of me. but thank you, eddie.
A small smile teased across his lips as he remembered the way Eddie had spoiled him the night before, the lace stretched across his hips a constant reminder of the gifts he’d been sent the week prior. A content sigh escaped him as he quickly pulled on a pair of shorts that were laying in one of the various piles of clothes across his room, making sure to cover the black fabric across his skin. Robin had seen it last night, that was enough to last both of them a lifetime.
Just as Steve’s phone let out a small ding, his lips parted in a wide yawn while his eyes clenched shut. Eddie could wait for a few minutes, coffee was the next thing on the agenda for the morning. He pushed open his door and slowly stumbled into the living room, eyes falling upon Robin who was already sitting at their counter, hands clutching her favorite mug. Steve continued towards her, his phone vibrating in one hand while he ran the other one through the dishevelled mess that was his hair
“Jesus, you look like death,” Robin spoke, immediately pushing up from her stool to collect another mug for Steve once she noticed him, “I knew you were out of it last night, I could tell from the bullshit you were spewing when Eddie brought you inside but I didn’t expect that it was this bad.” Steve squinted at her before moving behind her, collecting his creamer from the fridge.
Steve groaned as Robin placed a mug full of coffee on the counter, moving back to her own mug. She flashed a small smile at him as he let a healthy amount of vanilla creamer mix into the coffee, creating a light tan color. His eyes flicked towards her as he took a long sip.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as Robin’s smile grew larger. Robin Buckley had this very specific look when she knew something that Steve didn’t that Steve was extremely familiar with. A wide grin, her eyes shining as she very subtly wiggled her eyebrows. She let out a small hum, parting her lips but she was cut off by a a vibration coming from Steve’s phone.
A rush of anxiety swam through Steve as he watched Robin throw herself across the counter, almost sacrificing the mug in her grip to collect his phone before he could even process what she was attempting to do. Curses fell out of his lips as he tried to grasp the phone a few seconds too late as the blue light of the screen illuminated her face. “He wants to see you today,” Robin grinned as she scrolled slowly down the screen.
Eddie wants to see Steve today.
A small smile teased across Steve’s lips as he took another sip of his coffee, silently praying that the large mug in his hand hid the flush across his cheeks. Eddie wanted to see him today. He could feel his shoulders relax, he didn’t completely embarrass himself last night. Eddie still wanted to see him.
“Should I respond for you?” Robin teased, thumb hovering over the small keyboard on the screen. Steve felt his face contort to show his horror at the suggestion and Robin barked out a laugh, sliding his phone across the counter towards him. He stuck his tongue out slightly as he collected it in one hand, the other still wrapped firmly around the warmth of the mug. He watched as Robin playfully flipped him off before scanning his gaze across the multiple messages he’d missed from Eddie.
Eddie
You’re welcome, sugar.
You have nothing to apologise for, trust me.
Are you up to much today? I’d love to see you.
And just as Steve finished reading the last message, a new one appeared.
Eddie
I’d love to talk about our limits, officially.
I have a contract I’d like to go over as well, if that’s okay with you.
Actually, I had a meeting in your area and I’m still around,
if you’re free I could come over to chat now.
Steve couldn’t stop a dopey smile from bullying its way onto his face as he reread the messages a few times before quickly tapping out a response.
Steve
i’m free ! come over whenever :)
Eddie
On my way.
I’ll be there in 10 minutes, doll.
Steve immediately downed the rest of the coffee that was rapidly losing heat before grinning at Robin who was still staring at him. She took a small sip from her mug before quirking an eyebrow at Steve’s giddiness. He knew he wasn’t hiding it well. With the way he was bouncing on the spot, he would’ve been shocked if Robin needed any hint on what had happened. She just tilted her head towards him, a silent question which he instantly answered with an eager nod before circling the counter. Robin sighed before she loudly said, “No fucking while I’m in the apartment!”
Steve snorted at her demand. Not that fucking Eddie was on his to-do list for the day, that was a bit much for the second time seeing the man officially. Well, was it really? When Eddie had already seen every single inch of Steve’s body multiple times. Was it too much when Eddie had already purchased Steve lacy lingerie and new toys for his collection? He hummed quietly as he mused how the ‘bases’ applied when they weren’t actually in a relationship. He shook his head slightly, logistics was never his strong suit. Just as he pushed open the door to his bedroom, he looked back towards Robin and replied, “No promises!”
A small sound of protest exited her as he giggled, letting his door slam shut behind him. His back met the wood as he took a deep breath, his eyes scanning across his slightly messy room.
Fuck.
Eddie was going to be in his room in roughly ten minutes. Fuck. He caught a glimpse of himself in his marked-up mirror and cringed at the reflection. His messy hair paired with day-old lace and an oversized shirt was not what he was aiming for. Not for Eddie’s first proper visit to his apartment, maybe when he was more comfortable but definitely not for the first time. His eyes scanned the small piles of clothes across the room, trying to piece together something acceptable to wear in the collection of clean clothing he had.
Fuck, he knew he needed to do his laundry but this was really bad. His eyes finally landed upon a light pink pair of sweatpants that were flung across the back of his desk chair. Perfect. He grasped them in one hand, revealing a white cropped shirt that was bundled up underneath them. He let out a sigh of relief, collecting it as well. Past Steve was looking out for him, it’s like he knew that current Steve would end up in this position. He quickly rifled through his underwear drawer, working his way through the pieces of lace that Eddie had gifted him as he searched for a very specific pair. A smile appeared on his lips as he finally caught a glimpse of white lace.
With the small collection of clothes in his hands, he checked his phone and saw that he had a few minutes until Eddie was supposed to arrive. He quickly pulled open his door and basically ran towards the bathroom. He knew Robin was laughing at him, he could hear it echoing off the brick walls but he didn’t have time to throw an insult at her. He had to wash his hair before Eddie arrived. It was life or death at this point. If Eddie arrived mid-shower, he could wait on the street for a few minutes.
The pile of clothes in Steve’s arms tumbled onto the toilet seat as he immediately turned on the shower, silently praying it was one of those days where it heated up fast and he wasn’t battling anyone else in the building for the hot water. The oversized shirt was the first thing to come off, along with the pair of shorts he had pulled on, leaving him standing in the cool air of the bathroom in just the black lace from last night. The shower started to steam and he let out a sigh of relief as he shimmied the lace down his legs before stepping onto the tiled floor of the shower.
As much as Steve would’ve loved to lather himself up and take his time washing away the night before, he knew he was on a strict time restraint. He wasn’t able to take the regular ten minutes it took to go through his haircare routine, a simple shampoo and condition would have to do. He clenched his eyes shut as he washed the suds away, shutting the shower off and stepping onto the plush mat on the cold floor. He ran his towel across his body before ruffling it across his hair a few times, already accepting that he would just have to embrace the messy look today.
His towel met the floor as he collected the white lace between his hands, the thin straps hanging off his fingers as he smiled. Steve stepped into them, revelling in the feeling of the lace trailing across his legs as he slid them up. He quickly adjusted himself, making sure he fit in the small pouch at the front as the thin strap settled perfectly across his ass. He pulled the side straps high on his hips, making sure that as he stepped into the pink sweatpants, there was a peak of lace just above the waistband.
Steve was halfway through pulling the crop top on when his phone loudly dinged. He didn’t even need to check the notification to know what it was. Eddie was here. Steve felt his stomach flip as he grasped his phone and swung the bathroom door open. Robin’s gaze shot up to him and he just flashed a grin at her. He watched her roll her eyes as he pulled on a pair of slides. “What, Buckley?” He asked, grin growing wider across his face.
“A whale tail? Seriously, Steve?” She made a disapproving noise but Steve didn’t even need to look in her direction to know there was a sly smile across her lips, “You play dirty. I love it.” He turned around to send her a small wink before pulling open the front door and almost jumping down the stairs.
As he reached the final flight, he paused for a moment to catch his breath and calm down the butterflies that were flying around his belly. This was just business. It’s like two co-workers hanging out outside of work hours. Yeah, that’s exactly what this was. A small voice in his head piped up, reminding him that co-workers didn’t typically call their co-workers ‘sugar’ or ‘daddy.’ He quickly cursed that voice, telling it to shut the fuck up. He didn’t have the time to tackle that voice right now. Not when he could see Eddie slowly pacing back and forth outside the front door.
Steve trailed down the final set of stairs, catching Eddie’s gaze through the glass. He flashed Steve a wide grin, his dimples appearing and immediately causing Steve’s cheeks to flush. Steve’s eyes run up and down Eddie’s figure, he couldn’t help it okay? What was he supposed to do when he saw him? Just not look at him? Wrong.
Eddie was dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans and Steve caught a glimpse of some ink across his thighs under the rips. He felt faint at the idea that Eddie had tattoos across every inch of his body but everything seemed to be pointing towards that. Paired with the jeans was a white band shirt, decorated with a logo that seemed vaguely familiar to Steve but not familiar for him to comment on it. A leather jacket was draped across his shoulders, his arms crossed across his chest and not threaded within the sleeves. As Steve walked closer he noticed that the jewelery in all his piercings had been changed back to black.
He changed it to match his outfits. Steve smiled slightly at the thought of Eddie bent over a small jewelery box, choosing the collection of metal that matched the outfit he was wearing each morning. Steve realised he had been standing still for a moment too long, staring at Eddie through the glass who was still grinning at him, a confused expression teasing across his face. Steve pushed forward to open the door, immediately feeling a gust of cool wind tumble across his bare midriff.
He took a step into the street, meeting Eddie’s expression with a large smile. He couldn’t ignore how his hands started to clam up as Eddie slowly started walking towards him. Just as Steve went to let the door close behind him, Eddie’s hand met the glass, holding it open. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes trail up and down Steve’s figure shamelessly, forcing a flush to Steve’s cheeks despite the cool air hitting them.
“Back inside, sugar.” Eddie rasped, taking another step forward which almost forced Steve to step backwards. Eddie continued his pushing, leading Steve back into the lobby as he blocked him from the winter wind with his body.
Steve quirked an eyebrow at Eddie, staring up at him as he shed his leather jacket. Eddie just let out a sigh before blinking slowly at Steve, letting his tongue wet his plush lips, “Baby. I can’t say I’m upset with your choice of outfit, you look completely and utterly edible. However, I’m not letting you out on the street like that, sugar.”
Steve feigned offence, as he scoffed and tried to hide his smile. Eddie leaned forward, closing the inches of space between them as one of his ringed hands landed on Steve’s naked hip, his fingers teasing across the lace peeking above the sweatpants.
“This little ensemble? For my eyes only, yeah? No one else gets to see you like this when you’re not working.”
Steve’s face felt like it was on fire. Actually, scratch that. His entire body felt like it was on fire, he was sure there was steam coming from the place where Eddie’s rings were clutching his hips. He nodded shakily, knowing that if he attempted to speak, his voice would betray him and show just how flustered he was. But it was clear Eddie already knew the effect he had on Steve, a slight smirk plastered across his lips as he softly tapped an unfamiliar beat onto his hip.
Steve let out a breath as he realised that Eddie’s gaze was stuck on him, his brown eyes meeting Steve’s as his smirk grew.
“How’d you sleep, baby?” Eddie asked, a hint of teasing flooded his words and Steve couldn’t stop a giggle from falling out of his lips.
“I slept well, like really well,” Steve started, remembering the fact that Eddie was the one who helped him get ready for bed last night. Eddie was the one who took his time unbuttoning Steve’s shirt before pulling a soft cotton T-shirt onto his body. Eddie was the one who left him a handwritten note for him to read when he woke up. “I’m sorry about last night, again. I swear I’m not normally like that, I just got nervous for some reason. There’s something about you that makes me nervous, Eddie. In a good way, a good nervous.”
Just as Steve’s ramble was reaching its peak, he was cut off by Eddie’s other hand meeting his cheek. Cold metal brought him back to the surface of his mind, pulling him straight out of the panic he was entering. A familiar smirk was once again painted across Eddie’s face.
“Hey, can you take a deep breath for me?” Eddie whispered, voice calm and collected as Steve listened to the request, “Good boy. How are you feeling?”
“Better, I’m feeling better,” Steve said, voice matching Eddie’s volume, “Thank you, Eddie.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow once Steve finished speaking, an expectant look across his face. Steve knew what Eddie was waiting for. They both knew.
“Thank you, daddy.” Steve corrected and Eddie grinned down at him, the thumb placed upon his cheek slowly moving down to hover over Steve’s lips. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he stared up at Eddie, trying his best to stay calm as Eddie’s thumb trailed across his bottom lip, pulling it forward slightly. It took everything inside of him not to surge forward, finally feel Eddie’s lips against his. Find out what Eddie’s lip ring would feel like pressed against Steve’s lips.
Eddie hummed quietly as Steve attempted to collect his thoughts.
“I believe I owe you something, sugar,” Eddie mused, causing Steve to tilt his head slightly, silently questioning Eddie’s words, “Yeah, I do, baby. Last night, while you were clinging to me, which was adorable I have to add, you had one request. Do you remember what that was?”
Steve shook his head, lips parted as Eddie’s thumb ghosted over them. Eddie chuckled, the inch of space between them filled with the sound as he started to lean forward.
“Interesting. Can I show you?” Eddie asked sincerely and Steve just nodded, not knowing what else to do in this situation. He watched as Eddie’s gaze flicked down to his lips. “Words, baby.”
“P-Please show me. Please show me, daddy.” Steve said, voice betraying him as it cracked on the first word that exited his lips.
Eddie started to push forward, slowly closing the last inch of space between them and Steve let his eyes fall shut as he quickly took a breath. His heart was pounding in his ears, it was all he could hear as he felt Eddie’s breath tease across his lips.
“My perfect boy.” Eddie praised before he finally pressed his lips to Steve’s in a bruising kiss.
Eddie kissed exactly how Steve had expected him to. Commanding and passionate but there was a hint of softness behind his touch. Steve couldn’t help but whine into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, attempting to pull him as close as he possibly could. Eddie chuckled against his lips before nibbling on Steve’s bottom lip and Steve instantly understood, parting his lips to let Eddie in. He could feel the way Eddie smiled as he pushed his tongue forward to meet Steve’s and Steve let out a small moan as he felt Eddie’s tongue piercing tease across his own tongue.
This kiss was all-consuming. The only thing playing through Steve’s head was Eddie Eddie Eddie as he threaded his fingers in Eddie’s hair, pulling him even closer. Eddie pulled away, causing Steve to whine lightly as Eddie pressed a few soft kisses on his lips. Steve could feel that his lips were swollen and wet, Eddie’s lips matching as he grinned down at him.
“Fuck,” Eddie cursed before pressing a kiss onto Steve’s forehead, causing him to keen ever so slightly, “Let’s go upstairs before I do something I’ll regret doing in the lobby of your apartment.”
Steve just nodded, brain still just repeating Eddie Eddie Eddie. He tookEddie’s hand in his before starting shakily up the stairs, praying that Eddie didn’t notice the way his legs were weak as he took each stair slowly. He quickly checked over his shoulder, noticing a small smirk on Eddie’s lips. Well, fuck. He definitely noticed. They continued up the stairs until Steve led Eddie to his door, two small handmade signs placed upon it. Each one displaying ‘Home Sweet Home’ and decorated terribly. Robin had insisted they go to a ‘paint your own pottery’ place the week they had moved in. She was extremely proud of them.
Steve paused just before pushing the door open, turning back to look at Eddie
“Just a small warning, Robin may jump you,” Steve grimaced and Eddie’s smile just grew wider as Steve finally opened the door, entering his apartment.
To no one's surprise, Robin was placed in her regular spot on the couch, already grinning as Eddie trailed in behind Steve. Suspicious. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at her. Why was she already smiling at them? What did she know that Steve didn’t?
“Hi Eddie,” Robin said, grin growing wider as Eddie pushed past Steve, his hand brushing across his hip. Steve squinted at her, but she just turned to look at Eddie as he drew closer to the couch. His hands met the backrest as he leaned down to smile at her.
“Hello Robin, how’s the flirting with my best friend going, hm?” He teased, chuckling as Robin’s face flushed a light pink.
Steve couldn’t help but laugh as well as she started trying to speak but the words just came out garbled and confused. He met her gaze as he eventually came to stand pressed against the couch beside Eddie who immediately threw an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Steve smiled to himself but he could feel Robin’s eyes on him. Her eyes shined slightly as she threw him a wink.
Steve and Robin could communicate with absolutely no words. They had no use for them when they were alone. A simple look could tell the other exactly what they needed to know. More often than not, they’d saved each other from painful conversations in clubs after being hit with a perfectly placed look.
Steve knew what Robin was saying with her wink. He knew that she was trying to tell him that all his worries were wrong. That all of his anxieties had been for nothing, but she knew nothing of this situation. Sure, she knew the premise. Eddie paid Steve for his time but she didn’t understand that it wasn’t for pleasure. It wasn’t for play. It was for business, purely business. That’s all it would ever be. Robin didn’t understand that. She never would, but at least Steve did. That’s what mattered.
Steve was pulled out of his thoughts by Eddie softly bumping his hip against Steve’s, a slight concern painted in his eyes. Steve just smiled up at him before gently returning the hip bump which clearly pushes away any worries that Eddie had as he turned back to Robin, ready to continue his line of questioning.
“I’m just teasing you, Buckley,” He said, grin wide as usual, “I’ve just had to deal with the studio being filled with Chris’ giggles all week. A bit hard to talk budget when all my math-savy best friend can do is focus on the texts a certain someone has been sending her.”
Robin turned an incredibly deep shade of red. Steve let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in. He had been silently praying all week that Chrissy was reacting the same way that Robin was to her texts. The number of times he’d heard her let out a small squeal or watched her basically throw her phone across the room after Chrissy had said something that had flustered her a little too much.
The hand around Steve’s waist tightened, drawing Steve’s attention as Eddie mouthed, “Room?”
Steve nodded in response, turning to Robin.
“We’re going to my room, Robs,” Steve said, pushing away from the couch, “Uh, knock if you need me.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow at his words, his lips morphing into a cheeky grin. Steve just looked up at him, a little confused until it clicked.
Oh.
Oh.
He definitely didn’t mean for that sentence to sound the way that it did. But Eddie’s reaction made him wish he did. Maybe it could mean what it sounded like. Steve gripped Eddie’s hand before walking towards his door, Eddie following behind him. Steve paused as he reached out for the door handle.
“Uh, my room is pretty messy,” Steve started to explain but was immediately cut off by Eddie pressing a soft kiss to his lips. A small noise of surprise fell out of Steve before he melted into the kiss. Steve thought he could kiss Eddie forever, he would have no complaints if he was forced to do that. While this was only their second kiss, there was nothing that made Steve feel as safe as Eddie’s lips pressed against his own.
Eddie grinned against Steve’s lips before pulling away, “Sorry, sugar, you just looked so nervous about letting me into your room. I don’t care how messy your room is, I just want to spend time with you, baby.”
Steve nodded, letting Eddie’s words calm the nerves that were jumping around his system before pushing his door open and inviting Eddie into his room. Steve immediately climbed onto his bed, sitting against the pile of pillows that he had accumulated. Eddie hesitantly stepped into the room, gaze trailing across it. A familiar smile appeared on his lips as his eyes fell on Steve’s bed and then his computer set up.
Steve’s face flushed as he remembered that Eddie had seen his bedroom before. Of course, he had. It was the background of every single video Steve posted. The videos he had posted for Eddie. Steve felt a familiar feeling growing in his stomach at the reminder of the videos that Eddie had seen. He could feel himself growing ever so slightly hard as Eddie smirked at him, draping his jacket over Steve’s desk chair. Steve shook his head lightly as he grabbeda pillow, placing it in his lap and pulling it close as he attempted to hide his growing problem.
Eddie gently sat down on the end of the bed and Steve just smiled before patting the space beside him. Eddie let out a small hum as he pushed himself up the bed, coming to lay beside Steve. Steve smiled at him and Eddie softly pushed a loose piece of hair off Steve’s forehead before kissing the corner of his lips, drawing a small whine from Steve’s lips.
God, Steve would never get used to that feeling. Eddie’s lips against his lips. Eddie kissing Steve.
Eddie quickly pulled away again, a dopey smile painted across his lips as he readjusted the way he was laying, placing an arm around Steve’s shoulders.
“Just wanted to kiss you, baby,” Eddie cooed, “So, contract? Is this the right time to talk about that? I’d love to just get it over and done with, get the logistics out of the way.”
Steve nodded in response, prompting Eddie to pull his phone out of his pocket. Steve watched as Eddie navigated his way through his apps, pulling up a document that was pages long and already had too many words that made Steve’s head swirl more than he ever wanted it to.
But Eddie seemed to read his mind, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll explain it all and go through the important shit. A lot of it is just legal jargon that I can explain if you want me to but it’s not needed for our dynamic, yeah?”
Steve nodded once more, already starting to get overwhelmed but attempting to calm himself down with a few deep breaths.
“Okay, babylove, tap me if you have a question, okay? There are no stupid questions,” Eddie started, immediately prompting Steve to lean up and press a small kiss to his jaw. Eddie’s eyes scrunched up as he kissed Steve’s nose softly, “Let’s start, honey.”
A small voice in the back of Steve’s head was screaming at him. Screaming at him that this was all too intimate. They weren’t dating, they’d never be dating. Eddie shouldn’t be kissing his nose, shouldn’t be cuddled up in Steve’s bed. This wasn’t what they were supposed to be doing. This was the second time they’d seen each other and Steve was already blurring the lines. God, he was already fucking it all up. He hugged the pillow in his lap closer to his body, taking a deep breath in an attempt to shut his brain up.
But it didn’t work. Just as he felt his thoughts preparing to scream at him again, Eddie’s thumb started drawing small circles on Steve’s shoulder. His fingers had snuck up and under the sleeves of Steve’s shirt, teasing across his bare skin. Steve took a deep breath,finally feeling air enter his lungs. Chills ran down his back as Eddie’s lips met the side of his head.
“You okay? I know this can be a bit daunting, but I’ll try my best to keep it simple. We need to be on the same page here, baby.”
Steve tried his best to smile up at Eddie, nodding shakily. He tried his best to hide the anxiety running through him but Eddie could read him like a book, and Steve knew it the moment his face crumbled ever so slightly. Fuck.
“Baby, what’s going on in your head? Talk to me,” Eddie said softly, but Steve knew it was a command. What was he going to tell Eddie? That he felt too comfortable? Too safe? No. No, he couldn’t tell him that.
“What if I fuck it up?” That’s what Steve landed on. That was enough. That’s all Eddie needs to know that was running through his head. That was enough.
“What if you fuck what up, sugar?”
“This. What if I fuck this up, Eddie? I’ve never done this before. What if I say the wrong thing? I don’t think before I speak, Eddie, I say stupid shit all the time. You’re just so-,” Steve paused to take a breath, watching as Eddie stared down at him, “You’re just so you, Eddie and I’m just so me.”
There was quiet in the room. The tension between them was so thick and palpable that Steve could’ve smashed it like glass, watching it scatter along the floor in little shards. Eddie took a deep breath and Steve prepared himself for the inevitable. The ‘I’m sorry but this isn’t going to work.’ The ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ The ‘I just can’t deal with all of this right now.’
But it never came.
Instead, Eddie’s hand met Steve’s jaw, pulling him to look up at him ever so slightly. His brown eyes were soft, sparkling as he looked down at Steve. His lips were parted as he said, “Steve. You aren’t going to fuck this up. There isn’t a right way to do this, that’s the best part. We get to make our own rules and decide how it all works, that’s why we have to go over the contract yeah?”
They got to make their own rules. They decide how it worked. Those sentences played on repeat in Steve’s head for a few moments as he allowed the room to fall into silence, apart from his heavy breathing. His mind was swimming, searching for the words to respond to Eddie. They weren’t appearing but Eddie was still waiting for any recognition of his words so Steve nodded shakily, hoping that Eddie understood what was going on inside his head.
Which he did. He smiled before kissing Steve softly, and Steve shoulder’s relaxed immediately His brain slowly cleared with each movement of Eddie’s lips on his. The only thing echoing in his mind was Eddie, the way Eddie’s thumb was trailing up and down his jaw, the way he could feel Eddie’s lip ring with each press forward. Eddie pulled away, staring down at Steve who finally felt like he could breathe again.
“Ready for some legal words?” He teased, Steve just responding with another nod before laying his head across Eddie’s shoulder, “Okay, so it just starts with the agreed-upon allowance. Are you still okay with doubling your monthly expenses? With a little extra for formal dates?”
Steve was more than okay with that. If anything, he would’ve been okay with Eddie just covering his monthly expenses. Actually, he would’ve been okay with Eddie covering half of his monthly expenses. So yeah, he was okay with that.
He flashed Eddie a smile as he nodded, “I’m very okay with that. Thank you.” Eddie smirked at him, eyebrows raised and Steve flushed, immediately realising what he had forgotten, “Thank you, daddy.”
A pleased hum vibrated through Eddie as he turned his gaze back towards his phone. Steve watched as Eddie scrolled through the document on, pausing occasionally to read a section before mumbling something like ‘No, not that’ and moving on. Steve couldn’t help but giggle at the way his brows furrowed together. A small sound of excitement escaped Eddie’s lips as he finally brought the screen down towards Steve and took a long inhale.
“We’re up to the fun part, baby,” Eddie rasped, close to Steve’s ear before pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below it, sending chills down Steve’s back, “As already agreed upon, this is an exclusive dynamic. I won’t be seeing anyone else and I’m expecting the same from you, yeah?”
Steve grinned as he nodded. Eddie wanted him, just him and Steve couldn’t have felt happier if he tried. The way his stomach was flipping and his cheeks were flushing was signal enough. Eddie returned his grin, his eyes shining.
“Perfect, that’s just perfect, sugar. When was the last time you were tested?” Eddie asked as his hand that was draped across Steve’s shoulders came up to entangle itself through his hair.
Steve got tested every month, even though he hadn’t actually been with someone in a hot minute. It was better to be prepared and ready than fumble in a possible hookup situation. Plus, his local clinic was just down the street so it wasn’t a difficult thing for him to access.
“A few weeks ago. I’m clean,” Steve explained, “I get tested monthly, booked in for the rest of the year.”
Eddie grinned at that, nodding before adding, “I was tested last week. Clean, obviously.”
Steve smiled but quickly felt the flush on his cheeks grow as he realised the implications behind the fact that they were both clean. His gaze flicked up towards Eddie, noticing the small smirk across his lips and he knew that Eddie had the same thoughts running through his head. Fuck. This was definitely not helping the fact that Steve was already half hard, despite his moment of anxiety. Apparently, his attraction to Eddie happened to overpower the self-destructive thoughts that were running through his head. He subtly pushed down on the pillow in his lap, using the palm of his hand to angle just across his cock through his sweatpants, feeling the lace of the thong tease across the head. His breath hitched in his chest at the relief, it was enough. Enough for now.
“We’ve already agreed that this is exclusive, yeah?” Eddie asked, and Steve immediately nodded. The thought of anyone else flirting with Eddie made his stomach churn. He could already hear the voice in the back of his head reminding him, just business. He didn’t know but he had to assume that it wasn’t uncommon for sugaring arrangements to be exclusive. Old rich men had to be possessive, right? It would make sense.
“While we are exclusive, I’m not going to stop you from your work,” Eddie’s voice broke through Steve’s thoughts, placing the phone down on the bed, “I think you can already tell how I feel about that.” Eddie’s voice lowered slightly as he spoke, getting a little raspier and Steve felt his cock twitch in reaction.
God, he was easy. Eddie let out a small chuckle before leaning back down, breath teasing across Steve’s neck once again before he whispered, “I’d love to see a video in this little get-up, hm? Just lounging around the house, dressed like the perfect little whore for me.”
Steve’s eyes widened at the words, attempting to turn to face Eddie but was immediately met with Eddie’s hand on his jaw, holding his face forward as he started to kiss and suck on a small spot on Steve’s neck. Steve whined as his hips hitched, grinding against the pillow in his lap.
Eddie’s chuckled, directly into Steve’s ear which forced the butterflies in his stomach to start flapping their wings. Eddie’s lips were laser-focused on Steve’s neck, sucking and biting the same spot as whines continued to fall out of Steve, his hips now gaining speed as he chased his pleasure, trying his best to dissipate the growing feeling in his stomach. He felt Eddie’s tongue run across the bruise on his neck, a sore attempt at soothing the blooming purple before Eddie pulled away, his hand still clutching Steve’s chin. A shaky breath escaped Eddie as Steve watched his gaze fall onto the pillow in Steve’s lap and the way that Steve’s hips were canting into it.
Eddie slowly licked his bottom lip before leaning forward to press a wet kiss onto Steve’s cheek. Steve couldn’t stop the way he keened high in his throat at the simple action. The small moment of affection had almost sent him over the edge. A voice broke through his thoughts, telling him to ‘slow down’ and ‘take a deep breath’ which he instantly did. His hips slowed down, backing away from the edge of his release, forcing a whine from his lips.
The actions were instantly met with another kiss from Eddie on his cheek before he whispered, “Good boy.”
Steve grinned at Eddie as he finally moved his hand away from Steve’s chin, letting him turn to look up at him. Eddie’s lips were parted, red and wet with spit as he watched with wide eyes at Steve’s motions. Steve’s gaze tumbled down to Eddie’s other hand, decorated with rings as he palmed himself through his jeans. Steve couldn’t help but moan as he realised just how big Eddie had to be, watching as his hand trailed across the growing bulge under the black denim.
A series of curses fell out of Eddie, just before he pulled his hand away from groping himself.
“Baby,” He rasped, pulling Steve’s attention back to him, his brown eyes hooded and filled with clear lust, “We haven’t gone over our limits yet, we need to stop.”
Steve whined, bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. He knew he was playing dirty, he already knew the effect that he had on Eddie, he remembered last night.
Eddie rolled his eyes back, a sigh escaping him before he looked back down at Steve. Just as Steve was about to grin, silently celebrate his win and continue the way he was grinding into the pillow, it was pulled away from his body. Eddie’s hands clutched either side before placing it beside him on the bed. Steve spluttered, eyes going wide as he stared up at Eddie who just smirked back.
“That’s not fair,” Steve complained, “You started it! You’re the one who got all close and whispered in my ear and started kissing my neck, you started it.”
Eddie’s smirk broke into a large grin, sending Steve’s butterflies back into motion despite the heat still raging in his stomach. His cock was twitching underneath the lace, the tip sensitive as it trails across the delicate material.
“It’s not my fault you’re an easy whore, Steve,” Eddie cooed, leaning down to cover Steve’s face in small kisses, the soft action directly opposing the sinful words leaving his lips, “One word from me and you get so worked up. It’s adorable, baby.”
Steve felt his face flush under the attention from Eddie, a small whine escaping him as he pushed forward, seeking Eddie’s lips against his but Eddie subtly jerked out of the way. His eyebrows quirked at Steve and Steve knew how destroyed he looked, he could feel the way his lips were parted and swollen.
“What do you want, sugar?” Eddie asked, “Use your words.”
Steve whined again, throwing his head back to meet Eddie’s shoulder again before turning to look up at him. Eddie looked unimpressed, clearly still waiting for Steve to use his words to express his desires. Steve let out a huff before quietly murmuring, “Can I please kiss you, daddy?”
Eddie grinned down at him, immediately making Steve’s mind fall a bit deeper into that fuzzy headspace that he had grown to love through his OnlyFans. Previously, he’d been hounded for it. He couldn’t count the amount of times that he’d been ridiculed and made fun of by him for the way he went all ‘stupid for it’ but Eddie didn’t seem to care. So far at least.
“Of course, you can, baby. Thank you for asking so nicely,” Eddie hummed before leaning forward, breaching the inches of space between him and Steve. Steve immediately grinned before connecting their lips, letting the feeling that was quickly becoming familiar rush over him. He could feel the way that Eddie was smiling into the kiss and it just encouraged his grin to grow even wider. Eddie pressed a few pecks on Steve’s lips before pulling away.
“Now, we need to discuss limits so next time you decide to start humping a pillow in front of me, I don’t need to stop you,” Eddie stated like it was a completely normal thing to say to someone as you’re discussing a contract of any kind. Steve’s eyes went wide, flush growing in slight embarrassment but mainly because he could feel his cock twitch in his sweatpants, “Back to your work. Obviously, I’m not stopping you from continuing that at all and I’ve noticed you don’t film with others, I’d like to keep it that way.”
Steve hummed lightly as one of Eddie’s hands worked its way through his hair, starting a small scratching rhythm at the nape of his neck. Steve didn’t like filming with other people. He’d tried at the start of his OnlyFan’s venture and it just didn’t work for him. He didn’t like the added pressure that came with filming another creator, they both had their own images and ideas of how the video should look and it rarely combined into something they’d both be happy with. Of course, he’d had the expected run-in with the occasional creator who was a bit meaner than they acted online. He had immediately called Robin to get in an Uber and come pick him up, although the man was yelling that he was ‘owed this’ and ‘he didn’t want to tell people that Scoops was flakey’ but Steve had already decided his content was going to be strictly solo from this point.
But he couldn’t help but think about the idea of filming with Eddie. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t show his face. The same way that Steve didn’t show his, but the idea of his ringed hands popping into frame every once in a while to grope Steve as he fucked himself brainless with one of the main toys Eddie had purchased him forced a brighter flush to his cheeks. The idea of Eddie reading out comments on Steve’s stream while he put on his classic performance for all his viewers.
Yeah. Yeah. This is something he could get behind. But how was he supposed to suggest this to Eddie?
Steve flashed his eyes towards him, catching Eddie’s gaze as he was already staring down at Steve, watching him as he was deep in thought. Steve flashed a small smile up at him which was quickly returned by Eddie tilting his head at him, silently questioning if everything was okay.
Yes. Yes, everything was perfect.
“How would you feel about filming with me one day?” Steve asked, watching as Eddie’s eyes widened before immediately diving into a slight ramble, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to! Obviously. I’m not going to force you to. I just thought it would be a nice idea. You’d stay faceless, just like I’m faceless and you wouldn’t have to speak. You could honestly just sit and watch as I film, actually. If you want to.” Steve took a deep breath as the final words tumbled out of him, watching for Eddie’s reaction.
A blank expression was painted across his face and Steve winced slightly, cringing at the fact that he had basically just begged Eddie to film with him. He parted his lips to take everything back but was immediately stopped by Eddie’s chuckle filling the silence.
“Steve, you actually have no idea how adorable you are, do you?” Eddie said, causing Steve to just slowly blink in response. Was he? He didn’t think he was. Especially not after that little outburst. “You have no idea the power you hold. Sugar, I’m fighting myself not to jump you right here and now after that little rant, begging me to film with you? God, I’d love that, Steve.” Eddie’s voice was thick with rasp as he spoke, causing Steve’s skin to break out in goosebumps.
“Now, safe words. Does the traffic light system work for you?” Eddie asked, pulling his phone out again and revealing the contract once again. Steve was well-versed in this world, of course, he was. So yes, the traffic light system did work for him. He grinned and nodded which drew a pleased hum from Eddie, “My personal safe word is demogorgon. I’d like you to choose one as well, just in case we ever need them.”
“Demogorgon? As in the Dungeons and Dragons thing?” Steve immediately asked, giggling at Eddie’s chosen safeword. Eddie looked at him in shock, clearly not expecting Steve to recognise the word. Steve just shook his head lightly, still laughing at him. His kids were absolute Dungeons and Dragons geeks. It was a pleasant thing to hear the familiar word come from Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s expression was still painted in surprise as Steve finally responded with his own safeword, “Cherry. My safeword is cherry.”
Eddie just nodded, still dumbfounded as he typed the agreed-upon safewords into the designated space on the contract. Steve let out another giggle before turning to look down at Eddie’s phone as he typed, watching as a calendar notification appeared at the top of the screen.
‘One Hour Until - gareth tattoo appointment lol’
“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, “I completely forgot about him.” Steve’s smile faltered slightly as he realised this meant that Eddie would probably have to leave soon but he was quickly hounded by a familiar voice. Steve didn’t even need to focus on it to know what it was screaming at him. Eddie was not his boyfriend, he didn’t get to be upset that he had to leave for work. That was not something that a sugar baby did. Just as Steve was parting his lips to tell Eddie that it was okay, they could spend some time together another day, he was stopped by Eddie turning to face him.
“Do you want to come to the studio with me? Gareth is an old friend so it shouldn’t be a problem.” Eddie looked sheepish as he spoke, causing Steve’s lips to quirk into a wider smile.
“I’d love to come,” Steve responded, quickly adding, “If you want me there, of course. It’s okay if not.”
Eddie just grinned before pushing up off the bed, leaving Steve laying in the middle as he watched him work his way around the room. He seemed to be searching for something, as he pushed towards Steve’s set of drawers and rifled through the open one. Typically, Steve wouldn’t really let someone search through his drawers but there was just something about Eddie that meant he couldn’t really do anything wrong. Steve just smiled fondly before finally breaking his silence, “Eds, what are you looking for?”
Eddie turned around to stare at Steve for a few seconds before clicking his tongue, letting his hands fall onto his hips. Steve’s cheeks flushed as he watched Eddie, he couldn’t help it. Eddie looked so completely out of place in Steve’s messily decorated room. The black and white of his outfit stood out against the mounds of pastels splattered across the space.
“Where do you keep your sweatshirts?” Eddie asked, gaze roving around the room as he tried to locate them.
Steve smiled, pushing himself off the bed and walking toward the small basket in the corner of his room where he piled his collection of sweatshirts. He gestured toward it and Eddie nodded lightly, coming forward to rifle through the pile before landing on a soft white one that Steve had honestly forgotten he owned. Eddie turned around, holding it up and Steve attempted to grab it from his hands but Eddie let out a small hum of disapproval.
Steve froze, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do until Eddie clocked his head back softly. Oh. Steve slowly raised his arms above his head and Eddie grinned before pulling the sweatshirt over Steve’s arms and down over his head until it was placed comfortably across him.
“There we go, baby,” Eddie cooed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead before running his hand through his fringe a few times, “Put some shoes on and then we’ll leave, okay?”
Steve nodded, humming in response before turning towards his shoe rack, collecting a pair of white sneakers and a balled-up pair of pink socks from the small basket beside it.
Steve sat down on the edge of his bed to pull his shoes on as Eddie turned and pulled his bedroom door open. Steve watched as Eddie left the room and quickly heard the hum of Robin’s voice. A smile played across his lips as he listened to the conversation coming from the other room, assuming it could only be about Chrissy again. Steve finished lacing up the sneakers and collected his phone from the bed before trailing after Eddie.
“-fault that I don’t have my piercer tonight, hm?” Eddie finished, just as Steve came to stand next to him.
Didn’t have his piercer tonight? What? Steve just stared between Robin and Eddie, confusion evident on his face which caused both of them to burst out laughing.
“Stevie, did you know that Robin here is taking Chrissy out tonight?” Eddie asked, faking annoyance but Steve could see the shimmer in his brown eyes.
But he didn’t have time to fall into that trap right now. Not when he had just found out his best friend was going out on a date and she hadn’t even told him.
He immediately turned his line of vision to Robin, who was already hiding behind one of the many throw pillows on their couch, eyes just peeking over the top.
“You bitch,” he said, causing Eddie to scoff in surprise, “Why didn’t you tell me? As if I just heard that from Eddie and not you. Do you hate me or something?”
Eddie barked out a loud laugh as he pushed away from the couch, ringed hand covering his mouth as he tried to control his reaction. Steve threw a dirty look in his direction, hoping that Eddie would pick up on the teasing subtext. Which he immediately did as he threw his hands up in resignation. Steve turned back to Robin who had lowered the pillow, revealing her red flushed face.
“Spill,” Steve demanded.
“FINE!” Robin exclaimed, “She asked me out to dinner. I don’t know if it’s a date or not, she didn’t call it one and I feel like I’m going to fall apart the moment I see her. Is that what you wanted?”
Steve squinted at her and she just gave him a look in response. He sighed, everything she was saying was completely true. Steve felt a hand on his lower back as Eddie joined him behind the couch again.
“It’s definitely a date. Chrissy is just as socially anxious as you, Robs, she won’t call it a date until you call it a date. So, make the move,” Eddie explained, before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, “We have to go, sugar.”
Robin’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words, immediately turning to seek help from Steve. Steve just hummed in response to Eddie before flashing a smile at Robin.
“I’m going to Hellfire with Eddie, birdie. I’ll message when I’m on my way back yeah? Don’t worry too much, Chrissy sounds just as gone with you as you are with her,” he soothed, knowing what Robin needed to hear right now, “Wear your green corduroy pants with one of your white sweater vests. Add rings and your basic necklaces. You’re going to look hot, okay? You don’t need to worry.”
Robin flashed him a small smile in response, nodding to herself as she processed Steve’s words.
“I’ve got this,” she mumbled under her breath, just loud enough for Steve to pick up on.
He grinned at her before leaning down to run his hand through her fringe, revealing her forehead and the perfect target for a small kiss.
“Yeah you do, birdie,” Steve agreed, looking down into her blue eyes, “You’ve got this.”
Steve pulled away to find Eddie smiling softly at them which Steve immediately reciprocated. He was so grateful that Eddie understood his dynamic with Robin, staying silent while they had their moment. Steve wanted to grab Eddie’s smiling face and absolutely smother him in kisses, but he knew he needed to wait until Robin wasn’t watching them interact. Eddie pushed his hand forward, palm facing up, an invite for Steve’s own hand. Steve wrinkled his nose in fond slightly before placing his hand atop Eddie’s. He watched as Eddie flashed one more smile at her before slowly starting to walk towards the door, leading Steve with every small step. Robin sent a small wave toward Steve and he sent one back, just before Eddie led them out of the door.
———
“Sugar, you can’t force me to listen to One Direction on every single car ride we go on,” Eddie said as Steve giggled to himself, staring down at Eddie’s phone in his hands as he continued to mouth along to the music he was playing.
“We have to take turns, yeah? I promise you won’t hate my music as much as you think you will,” Steve hummed in response, flashing a side-eye towards Eddie who just sighed, shaking his head slightly as he turned the car down a familiar street.
Steve’s gaze fell out the window, watching as they drove past a collection of small businesses and he couldn’t help but think back to the fact that he wouldn’t even be in this position without walking into Eddie’s studio. Without talking about his search in front of Eddie. It was funny, how life worked out like that.
Eddie’s hand on Steve’s thigh, gently tapping a beat, drew him out of his thoughts as he realised the car had stopped moving. Eddie had parked just outside the familiar storefront, the bright logo shining through the front window.
“Let’s go, baby,” Eddie hummed, removing his hand from Steve’s thigh forcing a small whine from Steve. Which caused one of his hands to slam across his lips. Fuck. He needed to get better at controlling himself around Eddie, he’s whined a little too much today. Past the acceptable amount of whining for anybody to do.
Steve’s door was pulled open, revealing Eddie, and Steve quickly looked over at the driver's seat, not realising that Eddie had even left the car. Clearly, his confusion was evident on his face as Eddie broke out laughing, forcing Steve to pout lightly. It’s not his fault that Eddie seemed to have the ability to move completely silently. It’s also not his fault that he often ended up stuck in his own head. It’s part of him. He’d just have to get used to Eddie popping up randomly around him. Steve quickly jumped out onto the sidewalk before following Eddie towards the front door of the studio, pausing as Eddie rifled through his pocket for the key.
After a collection of curses and sighs escaped Eddie’s lips, he finally pushed open the door, ushering Steve into the room. It was a bit odd not to see Chrissy perched upon the desk, hunched over the iPad as she doodled designs but the space already felt familiar to Steve. He didn’t pause in the middle of the room like he did a few weeks ago, he just immediately started toward Eddie’s station out the back. He heard Eddie pause to connect his phone to the speakers throughout the studio, just before the faint sound of Steve’s chosen music pumped into the room. He grinned before skipping towards where he knew he’d be sitting for the next few hours. His eyes fell upon the comfortable-looking arm-chair still placed in the corner, ready to make it his home but he was paused by Eddie trailing an arm around his waist.
“Baby,” Eddie said, voice low and raspy like every word he was about to utter was a secret that had to be kept between him and Steve, “Do you want to be good for me?”
Steve’s face immediately flushed as he turned to look up at Eddie, who already had a smirk painted across his lips. Steve wished he could see inside his head, just for a second to see what he had planned before he agreed upon anything. But he knew better than to ask too many questions, where’s the fun in that?
“Yeah- Yeah I wanna be good for you, daddy,” Steve replied, his voice equally as hushed as Eddie’s.
He watched as Eddie’s smirk grew as his hands slowly teased across the bottom of Steve’s sweatshirt. He raised an eyebrow at Steve who quickly responded with a nod, hoping he understood what Eddie was silently asking him. He quickly learnt he did as Eddie pulled the sweatshirt over Steve’s head, just leaving the soft white cropped T-shirt he was wearing underneath. Eddie took a small step back, letting his eyes trail up and down Steve shamelessly, causing Steve’s flushed cheeks to grow even warmer.
“I’m glad, babylove,” Eddie started, walking toward his table and pulling out a thin sheet of plastic to lay across it.
Steve watched as Eddie moved strategically through the room, preparing himself for the appointment. A voice in Steve’s head encouraged him to move towards the arm-chair, to start getting comfortable but something else in him told him that wasn’t the right move. There was something more to Eddie’s plans, he just needed to wait for the next instruction.
A few moments later, Eddie placed the set-up tattoo gun down on his table before turning back towards Steve. He flashed a warm smile which instantly sedated the nerves that were running through Steve that he hadn’t even realised were there yet.
“Hi, baby,” he cooed, leaning down to capture Steve’s lips in a quick kiss before pulling away, “Remember your colors and your safeword?”
Steve felt his eyes widen as he nodded.
Cherry. Green. Yellow. Red.
“Good boy. Take your sweatpants off, fold them and place them on the chair.” Eddie said before turning back to his desk, leaving Steve to follow his instructions.
Steve’s lips parted, ready to protest but he knew he didn’t have any reason to. He wasn’t uncomfortable with it. Christ, Eddie had seen more than his share of Steve’s lace-covered ass, so it definitely wasn’t a modesty issue. The shop had heaters that were already blasting so he wouldn’t be cold. So, what was stopping him? His fingers trailed across the pink waistband, dipping underneath it to meet the lace.
“Sugar, I think I told you to do something,” Eddie rasped, drawing Steve’s attention away from trailing his eyes across the pattern of the grain in the wooden floorboards, “Color?”
“Green, I’m green, daddy.” Steve instantly responded, causing Eddie to hum lightly and turn toward Steve once again. He just raised his eyebrows, eyes burning into Steve slightly as he waited. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed at him, ready to ask him what he was doing when he quickly remembered what he was supposed to be doing.
Oh.
Steve immediately jumped into action, carefully stepping out of the pink sweatpants. His legs jumped at the loss of warmth but he quickly started to acclimatise to the temperature of the store. Eddie smirked at him, eyes flicking towards the armchair, reminding Steve of the last two parts of his instructions. He quickly folded the soft material, placing it gently on the chair before turning back to look at Eddie. Eddie’s face was covered with a proud expression as he sat down on his stool.
“Come here, sugar,” Eddie said as he filled a small container with dark ink.
Steve listened. Obviously. Immediately working his way around the tattoo bed to stand beside Eddie. His stomach was flipping constantly as he tried to guess what Eddie was about to have him do. He knew it wouldn’t be too much, it couldn’t be. Not when Eddie was about to have a client.
Oh fuck.
A client was about to walk into the studio and Steve was clad in only his small shirt and a lacy pair of underwear, that barely covered anything. Steve’s breath hitched in his chest as he felt himself start to chub up under the thin cover of lace. Just as he started to bounce on the spot, feeling his nerves grow, Eddie cleared his throat, drawing Steve’s attention once more.
“Kneel,” Eddie stated. Steve felt like his brain was about to implode.
He felt himself blink a few times as he processed the word that just left Eddie’s lips. Kneel. Eddie was asking him to kneel next to his stool. He let out a shaky breath before slowly starting to bend onto the floor but he was paused by Eddie holding a hand up.
“One second, sugar,” Eddie murmured, quickly running to collect something off the armchair in the corner and returning with one of the throw pillows. He tossed it gently towards the floor before flashing a grin at Steve, “Kneel for me.”
Steve felt himself take a deep breath before he continued to lower himself towards the floor, his knees eventually met the soft cushioning of the pillow. His breath was gaining speed as he slowly brought his gaze towards Eddie, whose face was painted with a small smirk as he stared back.
“Good boy,” Eddie praised before pumping some sanitizer onto his hands and rubbing it in, “Now, my friend Gareth will be here soon, sugar and I need you to be the perfect boy I know you can be. You won’t speak unless spoken to. You will use the correct title when addressing me and you can call Gareth ‘sir’, yeah? I want you to make a good impression, baby. Is that clear?”
“Yes, daddy,” Steve said, the words feeling like cotton in his mouth as he felt his brain tumble further and further into that safe and fuzzy place he’d come to know.
Eddie flashed a grin at Steve and it instantly forced him even further into the warm place, it felt like Eddie had just wrapped Steve up in a plush blanket and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
Just as Eddie parted his lips to speak, the bell attached to the front door jingled lightly before a deep voice called out, “Eddie?”
Steve watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked towards the common area of the shop and then back towards Steve. Steve smiled up at Eddie, he could tell it was a dopey smile. He could feel the way his eyes widened as he stared up at his Eddie. His Eddie. Despite the fuzzy headspace, he could still hear a faint voice reminding him that Eddie wasn’t his. Would never be his, but at this moment, Steve didn’t believe that. Not when Eddie had run his hands through Steve’s hair on his way past. Not when every touch from Eddie seemed to linger on Steve’s skin for moments after it had happened.
It had been a while since Steve had played with another person. Too long, if he was being honest with himself. It’s not like he hadn’t tried. He had. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been dragged to one of the many gay clubs around their apartment by Robin. But he had never been successful. Sure, he’d made out with plenty of people. The occasional handjob or blowjob in the club bathroom but it had never gone further than that. And they certainly didn’t know how to get Steve to that fuzzy place he craved so desperately.
But Eddie did. Of course, Eddie did. Steve didn’t even need to ask for it and yet, Eddie knew exactly what Steve needed.
Of course, he did. Steve felt his cheeks flush once again as his mind replayed the day. The way Eddie’s lips had trailed across his skin as small whines fell out of him. Eddie’s hand palming himself through his jeans. God. Steve had been hard from the moment Eddie had told him to kneel but the thought of Eddie’s ringed hand groping his bulge made his cock ache under the white lace he was wearing.
“Sugar,” Eddie‘s voice broke through Steve’s thoughts, drawing his attention back towards the doorway where Eddie was standing, smirk still placed upon his lips. Behind him, a tall man with curly brown hair was smiling as well. He seemed to be wearing a shirt that had the studio's logo on it, along with a flannel shirt that he had ripped the sleeves off of. “This is Gareth, one of my best friends from high school. Say hello.”
Steve took a shaky breath, not quite sure how his voice was going to sound or if his thoughts would even connect to his lips.
“Hi Gareth,” Steve was able to force out, voice shaking slightly on each syllable.
Eddie clicked his tongue while shaking his head softly and Steve’s brows furrowed. What did he do wrong? Eddie was looking at him like he was waiting for something. Steve quickly trailed through his instructions from Eddie, trying his best to push past the layers of cotton covering his brain.
Don’t speak unless spoken to.
Call daddy the correct title.
Call daddy’s friend sir.
Call daddy’s friend sir.
Steve took a breath before correcting himself, “Hi sir.”
Gareth’s lips curled into a warm smile as Eddie circled around the bed, placing himself back down on his stool. Steve’s eyes flicked towards him as he fidgeted with the tattoo gun. A small breath escaped him as he watched the motions like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Each tiny movement of Eddie’s fingers kept Steve completely entranced, lips parted in awe as Eddie prepared the gun for the session.
A familiar chuckle filled the space as Eddie suddenly noticed Steve’s constant attention.
“You see something you like, sugar?” He teased, forcing Steve’s cheeks to flush and he could feel the way the warmth trailed down his neck, ghosting across his chest.
Gareth’s laugh joined Eddie’s in the small room and Steve’s skin broke out in chills as he felt both of their eyes running across his figure on the floor. “I believe Eddie asked you a question Steve,” Gareth said, breaking through the laughter.
Steve caught the whine that was about to escape his lips just in time before responding, “Yes, sir. He did,” Steve turned his gaze to meet Eddie’s eyes, “You, daddy, I like seeing you.”
Eddie’s grin grew as he wheeled the stool closer to the tattoo bed. Steve watched, patiently waiting for a praise or a tease or just any response from him as Gareth stripped off his shirt and lay down on the leather. A familiar buzz filled the room as Eddie powered up the tattoo gun before turning to flash a smirk at Steve.
“What a good boy,” He cooed, “Just sit all pretty for us yeah? Keep us entertained while we work. All you’re good for anyway, my beautiful whore.”
Steve’s head was swimming as he tried his best to hide his reaction to Eddie’s words but he knew he was failing desperately when both the other men in the room broke into small chuckles.
God. This was going to be a long session.
Notes:
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