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[Lunch today? Miss u 😘]
Eddie smiles at his phone, quickly answers a yes, of course followed by a trail of the blow kiss emoji, and then sends another text, miss u too sweetheart
“I always knew you’d be a sap boyfriend,” Chrissy sneers.
“We’re not-” Eddie grimaces. “I mean, we talk a lot and we have dates, but-”
“No talk yet, then?” Chrissy asks, and when Eddie shakes his head, she tuts at him. “Eddie! You like her! You told me that you two were on the same page!”
“And we are on the same page, Chris!” Eddie exclaims, defensively. “It felt right , it felt like… more . But we haven’t talked about it yet, it’s too soon.”
“You two have posted, what? Three videos together in a week , Eddie,” Chrissy says, as if that means something.
And what? It’s chemistry , Eddie reasons. Stevie and him have chemistry , explosive, allconsuming chemistry, it feels as if they can’t keep their hands to themselves when they’re together, hence the several videos they recorded.
“And?”
“Eddie, if this is just for your OF channel, or for Stevie’s, you need to know! You both need to talk about this,” Chrissy says, exasperated.
Eddie frowns at that, guts churning in discomfort at her words. This- What Stevie and Eddie have it’s more than sex for collabs, right? It’s more than their OF. Eddie is sure of that.
Almost sure.
Fuck.
-
After their first twenty four hours together and once their first collab was recorded and posted, they decided to meet for lunch again that week. After a long night of well deserved sleep - Eddie had to revisit his memories of the last day and jerked of, knowing how warm and soft Stevie’s skin is, knowing how tight her little hole is and how nicely it milks Eddie’s cock -, Eddie woke up, disappointed when he looked at his phone and there was no new text from Stevie.
Eddie wrote, deleted, and wrote again a text in which he asked Stevie to go out for lunch again, but he decided against sending it, not wanting to be a desperate sap.
He jerked off again, the camera on, just in case. Watching the new material to see if it was worthy for a post or a teaser, Eddie found himself in the video moaning Stevie ’s name right when he came.
Pathetic.
Eddie decided that this behavior was childish and that he was a grown up ass man: picked his phone and wrote a text to Stevie, remembering Chrissy’s words about men and dating: if a man has interest, he shows it; there’s no need to play hard to get, there’s no use to play hard to get, you’ll find out that if you don’t show interest, any other man would.
[Hey, sweetheart, hope you slept well]
Cringe? Maybe a bit cringe. Eddie grimaced, but this was better than just trying to play Stevie into believing he wasn’t thinking about her when it was obvious that he was besotted.
[Would you like to meet for lunch again?]
[It’s ok if you don’t want to]
[Just thought about asking you]
Smooth , Eddie thought to himself, and opted to smash his head into the wall of his place, knowing he was being annoying. The mantra “ this is why you shouldn’t date anyone, let alone the hottest girl you’ve ever met” playing in his mind in a never ending loop.
His phone pinged with a new text, and it was a pic of Stevie with a blonde tomboy girl, they both making funny faces to the camera.
[Hello handsome!]
[I’m with Robin, we’re gonna have lunch together, but I’m free tonight for dinner if you want to?]
[Robin says hi]
[Robin says she wants to meet you, but with your clothes on]
[OMG that was Robin with my phone sorry xD]
Eddie laughed at the whole interaction. Stevie had talked to him about Robin, it was hard not to feel curious about the girl that was Stevie’s best friend.
[I’d love to meet her, I can bring Chrissy too, they’ll get along]
[Dinner sounds like a plan, I’ll pick you up when you tell me]
[Can’t wait to have your cock on my mouth, baby]
Fuck , Eddie gripped his cock trough his sweatpants, just the mental image it was making wonders to his spent dick.
[Stevie, baby, please, behave before you give me a heart attack?]
Stevie didn’t answer immediately, but when she did, it was with a pic taken in the bathroom stall, her flowery dress rolled up in her hand to show her half hard dick stretching the pastel pink knickers she was wearing. With the pic there was a simple word as text: “Never ;)”.
Fuck!
Eddie did the only thing he could: to reciprocate and sent himself a dickpic, already hard.
[Don’t touch yourself, honey]
[I want it all for myself tonight]
And a kiss emoji.
Eddie obliged, at least he jerked off earlier, he could survive the day.
-
Stevie invited Eddie to her place before going for dinner, it was early and they had time before the reservation Stevie had made for them both in her favorite bistro . Eddie had no idea what the fuck a bistro was, but he couldn’t care less, not when Stevie was showing him her place, her fingers intertwined with his, leading him to one room to another, smelling like lavender and cloves, her hair up in a messy bun that left the moles in her neck on display, and the flowery dress clinging to her body in a way that made Eddie jealous of the fabric.
Once they reached Stevie’s recording room, she looked at him bashfully, her eyes bright.
“You have something in mind, don’t you?” Eddie couldn’t help but to laugh, his lower belly tingling in anticipation, his cock filling quickly just by being in Stevie’s presence.
“I told you I wanted your cock in my mouth, didn’t I? Yeah, yes, I think I told you that,” Stevie giggled, playing with Eddie’s fingers.
“And do you want to record it, baby?” Eddie asked, tucking a stray caramel blond curl behind Stevie’s ear.
Stevie shrugged. “I just want to suck you off,” Stevie said, her cheeks burning red. “I know it’s a stupid fantasy, but- Yeah, I’d like to record it, let people know that I had you coming down my throat.”
“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groaned, rushing to kiss Stevie’s mouth a bit harder than he intended to. “You just- You’re going to be the end of me.”
“Is that a yes, then?” Stevie smiled at him, her hand sneaking between their bodies to find Eddie’s hard length, squeezing it through Eddie’s jeans and making him moan gutturally.
“Yes, fuck, yes, Stevie, whatever you want.”
The resulting video was pretty amazing, with Stevie devouring Eddie’s pierced cock in a torturous slow pace, playing with her tongue around the metal loop on the tip of his cock, tugging at it with utmost care, and openly enjoying Eddie’s groans. Meanwhile, Eddie was trying to ground himself, clawing at the chair armrests to not tug at Stevie’s soft hair and fuck her mouth wildly - as much as Eddie wanted this, Stevie didn’t tell him that he was allowed to, and Eddie wasn’t currently in a headspace to ask.
“Stevie, Ste- fuck, your mouth,” Eddie barked when Stevie managed, quite impressively, to take every inch of Eddie’s dick into her mouth, gagging around it. When she looked up at Eddie, her eyes were brimming with tears, her pink lips stretched around his girth. “Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered in honest awe.
Stevie moaned at his praise, the vibrations of her voice making Eddie lose his mind and pushing him closer to his orgasm.
“Do you want to come in my mouth, baby?” Stevie asked him then, her voice rough and raw, a thread of saliva clinging from her lower lip to Eddie’s cockhead. The sight was enough to make Eddie come hard, but he resisted the need. Fuck, he really wanted to come in her mouth. Maybe in her tits, someday.
“Y-yes, please, Stevie, please, sweetheart, don’t stop now,” Eddie rushed to say, his knuckles white in their desperate grip on the armrests.
Stevie smiled at him and dived down once more, lapping and sucking at Eddie’s cockhead while jerking his length at the same time, fastening the pace while Eddie moaned her name and cursed out loud, his back arching and legs trembling. His orgasm was sudden and intense, building quickly at the base of his spine and sending waves of pleasure until he finally spilled inside Stevie’s warm mouth, feeling her swallow around his cock.
The possessiveness he felt in that moment, knowing that Stevie was in fact taking it the best she could, white come dribbling down her chin, eyes bright with tears. The only thought in Eddie’s mind was she’s mine, she’s mine, all mine , and man, that was a wonderful thought to have while his cock was throbbing still in Stevie’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Eddie said at last, and caressed Stevie’s cheek tenderly, trembling because of his aftershocks and restisting the urge to tell her to stop. His cock was oversensitive, but he wanted to push his limits just to have her a few moments more, even if his legs were kicking involuntarily and his cock kind of chafing.
It was all worth it.
Stevie stopped, and with a last kiss in Eddie’s cock tip, she looked at him with a smile in her flushed, used lips.
“You’re so fucking amazing, baby,” Eddie whispered out of breath, thumbing at her chin to catch that stray dollop of come. Stevie licked his thumb clean, her eyes never leaving Eddie’s, defiant, fiery, as if daring Eddie to get hard again. Eddie’s cock tried valiantly, but alas, he needed at least thirty minutes. Instead, Eddie leaned in the chair to kiss Stevie, chasing his own taste in her lips and tongue. “You’ve ruined me, you know that, right?”
They went to dinner once Eddie felt like a human being again, his knees no longer trembling, and Stevie looked composed and serene, calm, no matter how much Eddie insisted in getting her off, she assured him she could wait.
“Would you stay the night?” She asked instead, a trace of uncertainty in her voice.
“Of course, sweetheart, if you want me to,” Eddie reassured her. Stevie smiled at him, and his heart did a funny thing in his chest.
They had a lovely dinner in that bistro , and back again in Stevie’s place, she asked Eddie to fuck her, in her bedroom, no cameras nor microphones, and Eddie obliged - he made love to her, worshipping her body, and taking his sweet time with her.
During breakfast, they edited and posted the blowjob video, their second collab in just… three days? Their fans were wild on twitter and in their respective OF accounts.
-
Then they went on dates.
To the movies, a retro arcade that Eddie had found by accident, to buy vintage records and to an ice cream parlor.
“I used to work here,” Stevie said casually. “When I was Steve still, during the whole summer. That’s how I met Robin.”
“What? Here? Wait, did you-”
“Yes I had to wear the stupid sailor uniform,” Steve grimaced. “It was awful.”
Eddie had to bite his tongue. He was curious about Steve, well, not really. He was curious about Stevie and everything that surrounded her, even her past, but Eddie didn’t want to overstep. If Stevie ever wanted to talk to him about her past, Eddie would listen, but it felt wrong to ask.
Stevie, anyways, sensed Eddie’s inner turmoil, and with an open smile, she promised him to find the pics of the old days, and to show Eddie how the sailor uniform had looked on young Steve.
“You can ask about it, you know,” Stevie said. “It’s still me, my life, my past, and I ask you about your past all the time, it’s the same.”
Eddie laughed awkwardly. “Ok, I will, then.”
Eddie started asking more and more, and Stevie answered. And then Stevie asked and Eddie answered. It felt like they never stopped talking, about everything and nothing.
And the sex.
Fuck, Eddie was completely ruined already. The sex behind the cameras was something else, tender, intimate, just for the both of them. Eddie knew he was falling hard and fast, and he wanted to care about it, without succeeding. He’ll manage the heartbreak if it ever occurs.
-
The third collaboration took place once more at Eddie’s flat.
Collaboration .
It was hard and disappointing to keep calling them collabs , since they spent a lot of time fucking behind the cameras. The recorded sessions started to feel like homemade porn , but with better equipment, and Eddie liked it.
Homemade porn sounded more like cute couple passionate love making , and less like hottie mtf with big dick sucks an even bigger dick, subscribe for watch the whole video on OF .
Eddie didn’t say this to Stevie, not yet. He kept telling himself that there was no need to talk about it yet, that they were just getting to know each other, no pressure, no expectations.
“I’ve been thinking,” Eddie said out of the blue, that evening. They were both on the couch, Stevie’s feet on Eddie’s lap, with Eddie’s hand caressing her ankle possessively, playing with a bracelet she was wearing there.
Eddie had tried to cook for them both, nothing fancy or too complicated, roasted chicken - because he only needed to season the chicken, add onions and apples in slices and let the oven do the hard work -, because he found the recipe in one of Wayne’s old cooking books. It was not only edible, but tasty, and they both were simply resting that evening, no big plans for the day.
“About?”
“A first person POV video,” Eddie said, scratching his stubble. He should shave. “Something stupid, like, I’m the delivery guy or some silly thing.”
“You won’t be much on camera then,” Stevie frowned.
“Meh, I don’t care, the best part of me would be in sight while I fuck you,” Eddie tried to laugh it off, failing miserably.
“I don’t like that attitude, Eddie,” Stevie sighed. “Why don’t you tell me the truth?”
Eddie worried his lower lip between his teeth, Stevie’s eyes focusing on him with intent.
“Fuck, ok! I want to buy a GoPro camera, I thought it’d be fun! And a silly video, kinda retro, porn with stupid plot, could be nice, that’s all!” Eddie confessed in a rush.
“A-ha! I knew it!” Stevie laughed, throwing a cushion at him. “We can invest in a GoPro if you want, but vintage porn didn’t have a first person POV, you know?”
“I know, I know… What about…?”
Eddie took the risk.
“What about my girl roommate has a dick and I suck it for the first time?” Eddie asked in a whisper, his voice crackling. He used to watch that kind of porn, when he was exploring his own sexuality, and back then he discovered how much that turned him on. He hoped Stevie didn’t get mad at him for suggesting such a thing.
Stevie’s glare was pinning him in place, she removed her legs from Eddie’s lap and he swallowed, ready for Stevie to tell him that that was too much.
She leaned in, closing the distance between them both. Eddie hoped she would forgive him soon enough if he apologized now.
“What about my girl roommate has a dick and she fucks my throat instead, baby?”
Eddie didn’t have time to feel like a pathetic little boy at the whine he let out, because Stevie was already on him, kissing him, her cock getting hard against Eddie’s flat belly.
“You want that, Eddie? You want my girl cock fucking your throat until you can’t talk anymore?”
“Fuck! Fuck, wait, let’s go to my bedroom before I cream my pants here and now,” Eddie begged and Stevie chuckled, as if she had the right to be this hot and cute at the same time.
“How do you want to do it?” She asked.
“Ok, so, you’re jerking off and I step into the room and I see you and I’m like ‘oh fuck, sorry!’ And you keep jerking off and you tell me to join you, and then you ask me if I have ever tried a cock before, and-” Eddie had to stop himself and close his eyes, the thought of making one of his fantasies come true - and with Stevie! - far too intense for his poor, horny brain.
“This is not a new fantasy, is it, baby?”
“Fuck, don’t laugh at me,” Eddie barked without heat.
“I would never,” Stevie promised, even if she was indeed laughing a bit. “I love that fantasy of yours.”
Stevie kisses him softly again.
“So, I ask you and you tell me that of course you have never tried a cock before, and I invite you to taste it?” Stevie continued the plot of the collab, slash, Eddie’s old fantasy.
“Yeah, fuck,” Eddie nodded, fingers digging in Stevie’s waist.
“And of course you start sucking at my cock as a pro,” Stevie said, and Eddie had to laugh at it.
“Of course.”
“And then I get antsy and start fucking your throat as if my life depended on it? Should I come in your face, baby? So everyone knows you’re mine?”
“ Please,” Eddie begged once more.
Eddie didn’t remember how they managed to get to his bedroom, and he’s almost sure that it was Stevie who turned on the cameras and lights for the video, since Eddie was busy not coming in his pants and touching Stevie everywhere, unable to focus on the plot anymore.
The video was great after all, even if Eddie was completely lost in his hunger for Stevie. As they planned, Eddie entered the bedroom to find a naked Stevie jerking off slowly and pinching her hardening nipples, and he delivered his character of shy, straight guy quite well, if you ask him.
They started jerking off together, Eddie bambling something about not knowing that Stevie had such a nice, big cock, and Stevie chuckling and asking him if he ever wanted to taste it. The moment Eddie shyly started lapping at Stevie’s cock, with his own pierced dick in hand, contorting his body for the camera, was sublime. Stevie’s hands flying to his hair and guiding his head was what made him lose himself in the lust.
The camera even recorded the moment when Stevie moaned hard, pushing Eddie’s head until his nose was buried in her trimmed blonde pubes, and Eddie’s monstrous cock started spurting ropes of white come all over the dark sheets of his bed.
Stevie fucked his throat, as promised, until she came, pulling out to paint Eddie’s face with her come.
Eddie was so blissed out, he didn’t even notice when Stevie cleaned up his face carefully, kissing him softly, and went to turn down the cameras and the light. Eddie remembered, though, when Stevie climbed on the bed with him, hugging him and telling him nice things in his ears, as: what a good boy you are to me, or, I’m so lucky to have found you.
Some hours later, Eddie woke up, thirsty and hungry, his throat sore and voice raw, with Stevie still wrapped around him. Eddie felt like the most lucky bastard in the world.
After dinner and once they changed the ruined sheets, Eddie watched the new material in awe.
“I think you were in subspace or something, baby,” Stevie said, reading Eddie’s mind. “I don’t know a lot about BDSM, but you look so- entranced, while sucking my cock.”
“We should do some research about it, maybe?” Eddie asked. “Should we post this?”
“Yes, and whatever you want, honey, if you don’t feel like posting it, we can keep it to ourselves.”
Eddie came to the moment when he came untouched and unprompted, and watched Stevie fucking his throat with determination and - fuck it - as if her life depended on it. He had to clear his throat.
“Are you really getting turned on watching yourself being mouthfucked?”
“ Yes ,” Eddie groaned.
“Do you want to fuck me now?”
“Fuck yes.”
-
“Eddie, if this is just for your OF channel, or for Stevie’s, you need to know! You both need to talk about this,” Chrissy says, exasperated.
Eddie frowns at that, guts churning in discomfort at her words. This- What Stevie and Eddie have it’s more than sex for collabs, right? It’s more than their OF. Eddie is sure of that.
Almost sure.
Fuck.
Scratch that.
Eddie is completely sure that what they have is real, is more than a few collabs, is so much more.
“I’ll talk to her,” Eddie smiles at Chrissy. “I’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend, officially.”