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Eddie is going shopping with Robin and Nancy for their wedding shit because he’s Nancy’s brother, and her best man, when he sees the pretty boy he fucked last night walking into the church across the street. In a priest’s garb. He whistles low and pulls his sunglasses down to get a better look. Then he grins, hastily telling Robin he’ll be there in a minute, ignoring her protests of confusion as he walks straight into a church for the first time since he was a single digits little kid. Eddie sees him enter the confessional and can’t believe his good luck, slides into the other side and pulls the curtain closed, reveling in the small, quiet space for a moment before the silence breaks.
“When was your last confession?”
“Almost twenty years ago.”
“Why so long of a wait?”
“I haven’t sinned,” Eddie shrugs even though he can’t see him.
“Until now?”
“Until last night.”
“And what was your first sin in almost twenty years?”
“I jerked a guy off last night but I should have fucked his tight little ass.”
Eddie can hear him dryly swallowing with an audible click.
“It is you,” he says so quiet Eddie almost doesn’t catch it.
“In the rock hard flesh, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” he hisses and Eddie laughs and pulls the same stupid line he did the first time they met.
“So what’s a pretty set of cock sucking lips like yours doing in a place like this?”
12 HOURS AGO:
Steve’s mouth hangs open at the vulgar words and the man grins,
“There we go, already nice and open for me aren’t ya?”
Steve jaw snaps shut then and he looks like he’s trying to glare at him but he’s clearly too flustered to actually do anything.
“No come on I’m joking that’s clearly a terrible first line but I just had to ruffle those blue jeans, white t-shirt, red-blooded farm boy feathers of yours. What’s an American sweetheart like you doing in this incredibly faggy gay bar?”
“Just looking.”
“Just looking?” He asks, eyebrows high and a grin plastered across his face.
“I don’t want to be bothered.”
“Alright that’s fair but can I buy you a drink anyway? No funny business, the second it’s paid for, I’m out of your admittedly gorgeous hair but let me make up for the worst pick up line of all time.”
Steve snorts at that and says, “Yeah okay, fine.”
“What’ll it be, handsome?” He asks and Steve knows he’s blushing but hopes it’s hidden in the relatively dark bar.
“I- I don’t actually know. Can you order for me?”
Eddie narrows his eyes suddenly, “You’re old enough to drink right?”
“Of course, how would I have gotten in the bar?” Steve asks in confusion.
“An ID does not an age make.”
“I’m twenty-five, I just don’t drink normally.”
“God, you’re precious. Of course,” he grins and waves the bartender over.
“What’s your name then? I’m Eddie,” he says holding a hand out.
“Steve,” he says, shaking his hand, noticing the many rings and tattoos covering said hand, how Eddie’s grip is strong and Steve is already shivery from the small amount of contact. He’s so fucked.
Eddie orders two different drinks and he keeps his hands away from them, tells Steve he can try both and keep the one he likes more.
“Alright, gorgeous, I’m off, you have a good night just looking,” he says with a wink, his tongue stuck between his teeth in amusement and Steve has his hand on Eddie’s wrist before he can leave.
Eddie looks at where they’re touching and back up to Steve, waiting. Steve clears his throat and removes his hand, “Sorry that was rude.”
“S’okay, not gonna pass up an opportunity to have a pretty little thing like you put your hands on me. What’s up?”
“What if…what if I didn’t just want to look anymore?”
Eddie grins, a genuinely pleased smile that makes an unfamiliar heat course through his body.
“Then I’d say you can do pretty much anything you want.”
“I don’t…I just…will you sit and have another drink with me?”
“Aww shy you is almost as cute as annoyed you.”
Steve glares at him, snaps, “Then you’ll love when I get angry.”
“God, I bet I will,” Eddie sighs and Steve ends up laughing.
“You’re so weird.”
“Yet here you are still letting me talk to you.”
Letting me like it’s a gift he’s giving Eddie.
Steve’s never felt like this in his life, knows it’s not because of the alcohol and it’s definitely not drugs because Eddie had kept his hands off the drinks until he’d picked his up. Which in retrospect is more polite than Steve was expecting from anyone.
The back of Steve’s head almost hits the stall door right as Eddie catches it after he pulls him in and presses him back. He kisses him a lot slower than Steve had expected. With how hungrily Eddie had been looking at him he didn’t expect him to savor his meal this much. Steve is expecting it to be all fumbling with belts and flys and the sharp tear of teeth, expects something quick and simple.
Instead he gets this.
He gets Eddie slowing the kiss down every time he tries to speed it up, gets Eddie’s hands working Steve’s belt open with a practiced unhurried ease, gets leisurely open mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck. Before Steve can really comprehend what’s happening, he spits in his hand and starts to jerk Steve off like his only goddamn goal in life is to make him come. At least that’s how it feels to Steve who is so overwhelmed at this point he can barely breathe.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” he whines and feels embarrassed until Eddie leans in to nip at his jaw and earlobe and in a low voice says,
“You make the prettiest sounds.”
“Th-thank you?”
Eddie chuckles against his skin making him shiver before saying, “Give me a kiss,” and sinking into it even as he grips him tighter.
Steve has never felt anything like this, not even in those most shameful times, in the dead of night with the lights turned off, hand working under the covers as he comes to the thought of a man. Steve has never felt so goddamn alive and so turned on and he’s desperate not to let the self-incriminating thoughts ruin this so instead he fumbles for Eddie’s belt and is generously rewarded with a stuttering gasp and a kick of Eddie’s hips as he brushes against where he’s hard.
“Don’t start something you’re not planning to finish,” Eddie warns lowly, grip slowing enough to make Steve whimper with need.
“Okay,” Steve says and then in a move that surprises both of them, he’s got Eddie’s fly open and is almost mortified to find his hands are shaking but he’s already here. He’s here and he’s determined and he’ll never know if he only goes halfway and he can pray about it later so as confidently as he can he palms Eddie’s dick and is elated to see his eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
Steve comes only a few minutes later with a cry that’s barely muffled by his own palm and Eddie follows soon after with a long groan. His cum drips down Steve’s knuckles and he shivers, lifts his hand to his mouth just to taste but cleans his whole hand when he notices Eddie looking somewhat shocked at his actions.
“Oh you’re perfect.”
Steve rolls his eyes playfully but lets the praise wash over him like warm water. Praise is sparse in his life, at least praise that felt real and not almost routine. His dad says he’s proud of him but he doesn’t believe that. At the very least it’s extremely conditional and secretly Steve doesn’t even meet those conditions at all.
They’re in one of the longest standing gay bars in the city, Steve is certain hundreds of men have orgasmed where he now has. It should scare him participating in queerness on a level like this but it just makes him feel vaguely connected to the others. He knows with a bone deep certainty that’s settled in alongside his post orgasm haze that he’s not fucking straight. He doesn’t even remotely know what to do about it though.
THE PRESENT:
“This is my job,” Steve says, ignoring the heat that flares in his stomach at the familiar, crude words, “You need to leave.”
“What’s wrong? You think I’m gonna tattle to God? I’m no snitch.”
“God already knows, as with all things.”
“Yeah well last I checked the church still hated fags.”
“They do,” Steve says and his tone is undeniably bitter.
“Just looking at that bar didn’t quite work out did it?” Eddie says, undeniably amused, “Trying to test the waters, see if you really were gay like you suspected?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s exactly that but okay.”
“Eddie, it was a mistake.”
“So you’re not gay?”
Silence.
Eddie feels a little bit bad for him but it’s more fun to make a priest squirm.
“Because you seemed pretty gay when you came in my hand last night.”
“Shut UP, these things aren’t totally soundproof.”
“And when you jerked me off,” Eddie says, lowering his voice, “which thanks by the way, you’re an angel.”
Steve’s breath hitches, praise kink so wide Eddie could see it a mile away.
“I’m about three seconds from throwing you out of here myself,” Steve says finally.
“And I’ll make incredibly loud sex noises all the way to the door and everyone on the block is going to hear you drag me out.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Yep. Ya know, I know I said I wish I’d fucked you but you’re clearly such a virgin you probably would have squeezed my dick off.”
“You are so gross.”
“You like it,” Eddie shrugs, “Anyway, I should have dropped to my knees and let you fuck my mouth, pretty boy. I’d still let you.”
He hears Steve’s robes shifting as he squirms under Eddie’s words, his breathing more shallow, and Eddie grins when he realizes what’s happening. Steve is turned on and doing a bad show of hiding it.
“You’re hard, aren’t you?” Eddie murmurs just loud enough for Steve to catch his words.
“No,” Steve says completely unconvincingly.
“I know you want to touch yourself. Are you really gonna stay this hard for the rest of your day? Because you know you’re not gonna be able to stop thinking about it.”
Eddie can hear the exhale and whine as Steve quickly succumbs and cups himself through his robe.
“There we go, such a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Eddie, don’t…”
“Don’t what? Tell you that you’re good? Oh do you want me to tell you that you’re bad?”
“What n-no that’s not…”
“You want me to tell you what a bad, bad boy you’re being?”
Steve’s sharp gasp lets him know to keep going.
“Want me to tell you that you’re such a slut for letting me do this to you?”
And that’s what it is, Eddie is asking for it, encouraging it, egging it on even, and Steve once again seems practically hypnotized by the way he talks.
“You’re not just turned on by me, by my voice and my words, you’re turned on by this, all of this, aren’t you? Getting so hard you can’t think right in the middle of a house of god. So naughty.”
Steve whimpers, a small barely there thing but beautiful in its total desperation.
“I’m thinking about fucking you over the pulpit right now for the record.”
And just like that Steve comes with a series of shuddery gasps while Eddie laughs at him because he can’t help it, what a wonderful cliche of a man this is. Eddie wants to fuck him so bad he can barely breathe.
“Did you even take your dick out or did you come in your underwear?”
“Underwear,” Steve says, voice wrung out, “Don’t wanna get it on the robes.”
“I do,” Eddie says plainly, “Do you take that whole priest get-up home?”
“Ye-yeah.”
“Hmm. You’re giving me so many ideas.”
“And that’s what they’ll stay as,” Steve says as firmly as he can considering he’s still panting from an orgasm that Eddie literally talked him into.
“Spoil sport.”
Eddie ends up leaving and knocking one out in a Starbucks bathroom, coming so quick it makes him dizzy. He sits on the toilet and attempts to catch his breath, a grin firmly plastered on his face. Oh yeah, he’s definitely doing that again.
Sure Steve is pretty but more importantly he’s soft, with big brown eyes and a shyness that Eddie finds endearing rather than a turn off. Usually, people who don’t know what they want don’t appeal to him but there’s something about Steve that calls to him, a delicious dichotomy between buttoned up priest and the desperate mess of a gay boy he had pinned up against a bathroom stall door just last night.
Eddie tells Robin literally everything, including the Starbucks bathroom, but leaves out choice details for his sister when she comes back from the dressing room. He knows Robin is just gonna tell Nancy everything he left out later because she’s chronically incapable of keeping her moth shut but Eddie isn’t going to be the one to do it jesus christ. Nancy laughs at the entire story and makes a joke about we’ll have two weddings if we’re lucky.
Steve sighs and says, “What are you doing back here?” before Eddie even says hello, seeming to instantly recognize him.
“How’d you know it was yours truly?”
“Your cologne is…distinct.”
“Huh. Interesting. I guess I do strive to be distinct from others,” Eddie muses.
“No shit.”
“Cursing in a house of god?” Eddie mock gasps.
“You said you were no snitch.”
Eddie laughs, surprised by Steve’s light teasing.
“And I stand by it.”
“Seriously what do you want?”
“I think you know exactly what I want. I wanna see how fast I can make you come.”
“Are you…are you kidding me right now?”
“Not at all.”
“That should not have happened even one time let alone a second.”
“Or a third or fourth. Come on baby I could make you feel so good.”
“I think you should go,” Steve says completely unconvincingly.
“Do you want me to go?”
Once again a damning silence.
“I think you should.”
“Not what I asked, doll.”
More silence.
“Well if you don’t tell me to go I’m going to sit here and jack off thanks.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because it makes me come?”
“Eddie don’t you dare!” Steve hisses.
“Tell me to leave,” Eddie says and then pops open his fly and gets his dick out enough to start to jerk off. He spits into his palm and grins at the startled little noise Steve makes when he hears him.
Steve can’t help it, he wants to hear Eddie again, wants to hear the suppressed sounds he makes when he comes, wants to be close as he can to the other man without touching.
“No? Cat got your tongue?” Eddie shudders a little as he squeezes tight and fucks up into his fist.
“Eddie, you can’t,” Steve says and really it’s more of a whine than anything.
“Why not?”
“It’s not right. You’re in a church.”
“Hypocrite much?”
“I couldn’t help it! You’re doing this on purpose.”
Eddie hears his own voice strain on a particularly brutal upwards twist. He’s not sure if he’s been harder in his life, so turned on by the dirty wrong of it that he’s surprised he hasn’t already come.
“Come on, Steve, I know you want to touch yourself or you wouldn’t still be here. What are you fighting so hard for? Come for me in your pants like a good boy and I’ll leave.”
“I really hate you,” Steve says with no conviction, clearly caving.
“If you say so, angel.”
“I don’t…I shouldn’t.”
“Do it anyway.”
“How are you so good at making me doubt?” Steve breathes even as he clearly starts to touch himself.
“Got a little bit of the devil in me I guess.”
Steve actually laughs at that and it gets Eddie there in a heartbeat, such a pretty laugh.
“Oh fuck,” Eddie pants and comes across his own stomach, remembering to lift his shirt at the last second.
“Ask me to stay, baby, or I’m gone.”
“Please stay,” Steve whimpers after what feels like an eternity but in reality is probably only a few seconds.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Such an easy touch. You always this responsive?”
“Not-not usually.”
“Lucky me. Maybe I should thank the lord. Our father who art in heaven,” Eddie starts as Steve’s breathing grows shallow.
“Hallowed be thy name. Excuse me, my name. How’s the rest of it go, preacher boy?”
“Thy kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. You’re an asshole.”
“Hmm, I don’t remember the asshole part from Sunday school. Here’s a better one; dear god please let me suck his dick one day.”
Steve has made no sign of stopping and it takes Eddie a second to register that he’s coming as quiet as he can.
“Amen,” Eddie says around a half-laugh, delighted by the little whimper Steve lets out as he continues to ride out his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Steve gasps in a strangled whisper as he finally comes down from his high.
“I don’t believe you’re a priest at this point.”
“I don’t know if I do either,” Steve says ruefully.
Eddie shows up again about a week later, busy with work and more wedding stuff and frankly he wanted to make Steve squirm with it, looking over his shoulder waiting for Eddie to crash into his life again.
Eddie just sits in the pews waiting for Steve to be done with his most recent confessional victim but the second Steve sees him he beelines for the back. Eddie slides out of the pew and casually follows him into a door marked Supplies. Steve turns wide eyed when he walks in and closes the door behind him, leaning against it.
“Did you seriously just run to the supply closet to avoid me?”
“No.”
“Liar,” Eddie grins.
Steve sighs and steps closer without noticing and says,
“I really don’t want to come in my pants for a third time, Eddie.”
“No problem,” Eddie says and then grabs Steve by his shirt and spins him until he’s back against the door instead.
“Get your dick out or I’ll cut this labyrinth of robes open myself,” he says as he neatly drops to his knees.
Steve’s breath hitches in his throat and he obeys mindlessly, definitely already dizzy with how hard he is.
“God, I’ve been waiting to get your cock in my mouth,” Eddie says and does so with no fanfare.
Steve makes a strangled sound and immediately claps a hand over his mouth, already loud. Eddie idly wonders if Steve is a virgin but decides it doesn’t matter since either way Eddie is clearly his first guy.
Eddie closes his eyes so he can focus and center himself, learn what Steve responds to so he can do it over and over again. He loves sucking people off, always has, finds it calming and grounding, loves when people pull his hair and fuck his throat. When he opens his eyes again, Steve is staring straight down at him in something that Eddie will proudly label as awe.
“You like that?” Eddie says as he pulls away a bit.
“Yeah,” Steve says, “I do, so help me God.”
“Oh god can’t help you now, sweetheart,” Eddie says and swallows him back down. Steve’s hips jerk hard followed by a rushed apology but Eddie just licks a long stripe up his dick and says,
“You know, you’re pretty hefty, big boy, but I still want you to fuck my face.”
“What?”
“I want you to stick your dick down my throat, Steve. Fuck my mouth until you come.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” Eddie sticks his tongue out and thinks about Steve coming across his tongue and face, gets hot just thinking about it but decides against it because he’s seen Steve come hard and he’d rather not get it everywhere before he has to walk outside.
Steve’s hips tentatively kick forward into the tight o of his waiting mouth and Steve is losing his mind against the warmth and wetness, the plush give of Eddie’s mouth, and the way his tongue presses along the underside of his dick. He rocks into him a few times before pulling back almost all the way and then entering as far as he dares, feeling him swallow around the tip of his dick each time he slides in.
He gasps out, “I’m coming, Eddie, I’m coming,” and he slaps a hand over his mouth again as he comes down Eddie’s throat.
Eddie moans and swallows a few times before he’s taken everything Steve has to give. He licks along his dick to clean him up the rest of the way before tucking him back in.
“Did you…”
“Did I what?”
“Did you want to come too?”
“Not unless you ask, gorgeous. And I think we both know you won’t. Have a blessed day, Steve, I’ll see you later.”
Steve stays quiet and Eddie leaves wondering what he’s gotten himself into.
Eddie shows up to the confessional again and again, takes Steve into the back some days, and then just for good measure he gets baptized in front of the whole church. He just wants to see if it will burn his skin honestly. Also possibly to absolutely fuck with Steve who is red the entire time with some mix of anger, embarrassment, and fear that’s absolutely engulfed by how obviously he’s flustered touching Eddie’s wet body.
And somewhere in between, Eddie has started to really care about this guy. Steve talks to him more, laughs more, unclenches enough to ask him to stay one time without being prompted and Eddie feels emotionally shaky the entire time Steve awkwardly blows him for the first time with those big brown eyes staring up at him once again in awe.
Eddie has started coming just to talk to him, often leaving without bringing up anything sexual until Steve learns to truly relax around him. Eddie likes Steve, like really likes him, honestly too much. This started out fun and funny and maybe a little revengeful of his stupid religious childhood and has ended here, where Eddie hates not being able to clearly see his face in the confessional or the semi-dark of the closet because he wants to experience everything with this man. Which is why he regrets getting involved with a man of god because here they are having a somewhat heated debate on whether or not god was real and whether or not it mattered in the end.
“Look Steve, way I see it, when you die you just become worm food. Doesn’t matter if you’re black or white, gay or straight, man or woman and so on and so forth so be it so it is or whatever you fuckers say.”
“I have to believe in a god.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know who I am outside of it.”
“A very sweet boy who doesn’t deserve to live in shame.”
“I just…” Steve’s breath hitches and Eddie realizes he’s crying, “I’m just tired.”
“Of what?”
“I’m just fucking tired, dude.”
“Would a loving god want you to be so unhappy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe…maybe not.”
“I just think it’s bullshit to believe any god out there wants the best for us when the world sucks this much. I know you’re miserable, not just because you’re clearly gay, shut up, but because this position is oppressive to you. This isn’t what you’re meant to be doing no matter what daddy dearest says about it. I don’t think anyone should have to live a life governed solely by fear and I don’t see anything else driving you right now.”
“You barely know me.”
“I don’t need to know you well to see who you are and what you need. You wear everything on the surface whether you like it or not and you’re one of the biggest cliches I’ve ever seen.”
“And what do I need, Eddie?”
“You need to be fucked, frankly,” Eddie says smiling at Steve’s little gasp.
“Thanks for the advice,” Steve drawls, annoyed, “How original, you- ”
“Hey, hey, I’ll be serious okay?”
Steve huffs but waits for Eddie to speak.
“I think you need to be taken care of. I think…I think you need to be loved. Like actually loved for everything that you are and are not. For fucking once.”
Eddie steps out of the confessional and opens Steve’s side. Steve stares at him in confusion, tear tracks down his red face.
Eddie hands him his business card, Hellfire Tattoo Club, and says, “I live in the apartment above my shop. If it’s after hours ring the doorbell and I’ll come down.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If you actually want to explore this, if you actually want to openly accept yourself for who you are, if you want to fish that stick out of your ass and be taken care of, you can drop by any time. Just come to me and I’ll do it okay?”
“Okay,” Steve says voice faint.
“But I’m not coming back. I like you a lot, a little too much, you’re a great guy but the last thing I need right now is a broken heart at the hands of a priest of all people. I’ve got my sister’s wedding coming up I can’t look sad in all the pictures.”
Eddie gives him his business card and not his personal number because he has a feeling Steve would never text and if he did it would be stunted and shallow. If Steve really wants dick (if he really wants to be taken care of like Eddie actually offered) he knows where to find him. Otherwise he’s not interested in awkwardly texting a closeted priest who hates himself for no reason.
After that Eddie disappears. Steve waits and waits and finally realizes he’s not coming back.
Steve sits in the mirror and has an out loud open dialogue with himself about the possibility of Eddie’s pull being the fact that he’s the first guy he was into and the first he fucked. So he ends up going out again and making out with a dude that he’s also attracted to and it’s fun, but he wants Eddie. Now he knows he wants men in general but he also specifically wants Eddie not because he’s a guy or his first or someone outside of the nightmare of the church.
He just wants Eddie because he’s Eddie. That’s it.
Eddie is about five minutes from passing out when his downstairs buzzer goes off. He pads down the stairs and squints out the grate to see Steve on the other side of the door.
“Well well well,” Eddie drawls after he opens it, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms, the picture of insolent nonchalance, “look who it is on my doorstep. What can I do for you, gorgeous?”
“You said if…” Steve hesitates and stands there with his fists clenched.
“What’d I say, big boy?” Eddie asks, gently amused.
“You said…” Steve’s voice gets smaller and more hesitant, “You said.”
Eddie drops the teasing act, and steps back enough to let him in the door.
“I did didn’t I? Come here, baby,” Eddie says, deciding to all or nothing this shit and he’s delighted that it pays off because Steve instantly burrows into his arms with enough force to almost knock Eddie over.
“Will you fuck me?” Steve asks, explaining nothing about his presence, “Please?”
“Well when you ask so pretty what’s a guy to do but oblige?”
“You can say no.”
“I’d have to be a total and complete idiot.”
“I really showed up out of nowhere.”
“And I’m a lucky man because of it. Now would you like to come upstairs or would you like to keep making excuses?”
“Upstairs,” Steve says, shaking his head with a smile.
“So you’re a tattoo artist?” he asks curiously as they pass through Eddie’s shop.
“Yep, this is all mine.”
“I can’t believe it’s called Hellfire. It’s like you were made just to break me.”
“At least I fix the things I break,” Eddie says, leading him up the stairs and into his apartment.
Thankfully, Robin is at Nancy’s place right now so Eddie gets to kiss him the second they’re through the door, pressing him back against it. He’s missed this, missed kissing this sweet like syrup boy who kisses like he’s trying to meld the two of them together. Because after that time at the bar, he’s never kissed him since, no matter how bad he wanted to. Somehow he knew that was a line that might have pushed Steve over the edge, in an environment where if he just closes his eyes he can pretend there isn’t a man there. But now Eddie wants this, no, needs this, needs to know Steve will let him, that he wants it too.
Steve opens up for him like a flower in bloom and moans as he sinks into the kiss.
“I missed you,” Steve confesses quietly.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Eddie smiles and sure he’s a little smug but mostly he’s relieved.
Steve drops his head onto Eddie’s shoulder, hands still wrapped tight in his shirt.
“Hey,” Eddie murmurs as he kisses his temple and strokes a hand up his back soothingly, “having second thoughts?”
“No, I want this,” Steve says determined, “I do, I just…I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, first you’re wearing way too many clothes and we need to fix that immediately,” Eddie says, tugging at Steve’s shirt until he lifts his arms.
Eddie scratches his nails through Steve’s chest hair and grins, clearly delighted, “Oh you are perfect.”
He strips his own shirt off and pauses when Steve’s hands immediately reach out to trace his tattoos.
“You have so many.”
“Covered tip to tail.”
“They’re gorgeous. You are so…”
“So what?”
Steve cups Eddie’s jaw, thumb brushing along his lips, and inhales deep before he says,
“Hot. You look really fucking hot.”
“Oh good, that’s the goal,” Eddie quips but he’s genuinely pleased both with Steve’s attraction and his ability to say something undeniably gay right now.
He grabs Steve by the waistband of his pants and tugs him after Eddie to his bedroom. Steve’s breathing stutters as Eddie gets to work and unclasps his belt, strips him down to his tight boxers, faster than he can process. He pulls him to the edge of the bed and sits down, gathering Steve into his lap who goes willingly if a little awkwardly, like a colt finding his legs.
Eddie is glad that Steve doesn’t seem to be in any rush, happily following his leisurely lead, grinding against Eddie’s cock simply because it feels good.
“Come on, lay down, I want to see all of you. And take these off,” he says snapping the waistband of his boxers.
Steve crawls onto the bed and shimmies out of his underwear until he’s naked and beautiful and smiling in Eddie’s bed.
“No, I said I wanted you to fuck me,” Steve says stubbornly as Eddie starts to make his way down his body, clearly on a path to get that gorgeous cock in his mouth.
“Oh like actual dick in ass fuck you, I see I see. There’s like prep we need to do and stuff, honey.”
“I’m clean and open, please just fuck me.”
“Seriously? You showed up all wet for me, sweetheart? Wait, have you done this before?”
“Yes sometimes I finger myself now and I’ve learned how to clean myself but I’ve…I’ve never been brave enough to get a dildo or anything and you’re my first guy.”
Eddie strokes his face, thinks about how there will be a part of Steve for a long time, but hopefully not forever, that is going to keep reminding him there are people who think he should go to hell for what’s happening right now.
Like the way Steve leans into his hand and closes his eyes, trusting and desperate for affection, could ever possibly be a sin.
“Just…will you please stop analyzing everything that’s happening like I’m a science experiment?” Steve says.
“We’re gonna have a talk about how open and often over communication is necessary towards a healthy sex life but for now, yes, I’ll accept that you’re a big boy who can make his own decisions and set his own limits.”
Steve rolls his eyes so dramatically it makes Eddie laugh and Steve says,
“How gracious of you. Now will you please fuck me? I’m literally asking you to help me live out a long term fantasy of mine is that really so- ”
Eddie makes a startled, desperate noise and kisses him a little frantically until Steve feels dazed with it once he pulls away, “Holy shit, yes, whatever you want baby,” and immediately gets to work.
“Are you ticklish?” Eddie asks when Steve jerks away from where Eddie has grabbed his side to pull him closer.
Steve just glares and Eddie chuckles, smooths the hand not dripping in lube along his thigh and says,
“I promise I’m not going to take advantage of it right now, but I can’t promise anything for the future.”
“Asshole.”
“Yes.”
Steve forces himself to relax, exhaling forcefully as he tries to get rid of the tingly feeling that’s making him oversensitive.
“There we go, such a good boy,” Eddie murmurs as Steve is finally relaxed enough to let Eddie stroke his finger along his asshole before slowly pushing one in.
Steve wants to say he’s not going to break, that he had three fingers up his own ass not even a half hour ago, but he kind of feels like he might shatter right now. It’s different when Eddie does it, more surprising and intimate. Steve loses time as Eddie opens him up till he’s satisfied despite Steve’s protests that he’s been ready for a while thanks very much.
“Forgive me for wanting to make your first time pleasant,” Eddie gripes even as he rolls a condom on and starts to line himself up with Steve’s hole.
“It will be if you’d do something already.”
“Cheeky little thing, you better watch your pretty mouth before I leave you high and dry, mister.”
“You’re too turned on to do that right now.”
Eddie groans, “True, you’re just so lovely. Alright, deep breath, remember just relax.”
Eddie slowly pushes his way inside and Steve’s legs fall wider apart as he grips Eddie’s shoulders tight and moans obscenely. Eddie strokes through his hair and down his face, thumbing at his bottom lip till his mouth drops open.
“Oh look at how sweet you are,” Eddie murmurs as Steve nuzzles at his palm and sucks at his fingers, tongue stroking along the pads.
Steve whimpers, eyes fluttering closed, as he grows even tighter around Eddie. His head drops forward to Steve’s collarbone as he attempts to convince his body not to come.
“Fuck, you feel good baby,” he groans, setting his teeth against his skin.
Steve’s trembling a little and he fists a hand deep in Eddie’s hair as he continues to whimper and arch into his body.
He fucks him for so long Steve comes twice, crying through the second one. Eddie comes across his hole before pushing back inside to finish buried deep. Sue him for being indecisive, he just wants it all.
“I quit,” Steve says into the post-coital quiet.
“No way.”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. I really thought I was gonna have to fuck you a few more times before it stuck.”
“You could still do that. Just in case,” Steve says, face pleading more than joking.
“I do like to be thorough. What happened?”
“I quit the priesthood, told my parents why, and they disowned me.”
“Well fuck. I’m sorry.”
Steve tries to shrug in his embrace and says,
“Could have been worse.”
“How?”
“He could have hit me.”
“And I would have hunted him down and hit him back.”
Steve snorts, “I would have hit him back if he did because I’m not a kid anymore but at least it didn’t get that far. Honestly, I think he’s too old for it now.”
“Well that sucks.”
“Yeah. I guess. I’m mostly just glad I left.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Some things are worth walking away for. You’re one of those things. My old best friend is another. She was a lesbian, outed in our church, and she left when she was eighteen. I would have gone with her if I could have accepted what I have now. I’ve always, always regretted it and it helped me realize how truly miserable I was because I miss her so much. I tried to still be friends with her after she left but…it’s hard for her to interact with anything involving the church and I’m- I was a priest. And another reason to walk away is myself. I want to be happy.”
“Do I make you happy?”
“You make me really fucking happy,” Steve says with a soft smile Eddie knows is just for him.
For about five seconds, Steve starts to awkwardly try and leave and Eddie yanks him right back down into the bed.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“I can stay?” Steve asks, voice quiet.
“I’d be upset if you didn’t frankly.”
Steve starts crying, like actual sobs.
“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong, baby?”
Steve gets out, “I don’t know how to handle being actively wanted.”
“Oh sweetheart don’t you worry I’m gonna fix that right up.”
They grow quiet again, Steve’s sobs petering off into sniffles.
“Fuck, I don’t have a job,” Steve says suddenly, “Or a resume. Damn.”
“I’ll help you.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure, I don’t do much with my free time anyway,” he chuckles kissing the top of Steve’s head as he snuggles closer.
“You’re a good guy, Eddie.”
“Let’s not go that far I basically stalked you into my bed.”
Steve laughs, “Yeah but the second I wanted you to actually stop you would have.”
“Still. I’m a little sorry about that.”
“I liked it. I like that you seem to know me better than me. Makes me feel seen. Actually wanted.”
“Such a little freak.”
“Exactly. You see that and you like it.”
“Yes I do. Now go to sleep with me because I’m dead tired and tomorrow I promise I’ll make you pancakes.”
“Deal,” Steve says with a chuckle and kisses Eddie on the cheek.
He doesn’t know why that’s the most emotional thing to Eddie so far but it just feels intimate in a way that his sweet boy can’t help but chase after.
The morning after Eddie fucks Steve within an inch of his life Robin comes out to the kitchen to find them both up and drinking coffee while Eddie cooks.
She does a double take at Steve who has a similar shocked expression across the street.
“Steve?” She says at the same time he says, “Robin?”
She jumps into his arms and he catches her easily, spins her around as they both laugh and now Eddie is the one in shock, staring at the commotion.
“So I assume you know each other because otherwise this would be the weirdest first meeting I’ve ever seen.”
“We went to high school together,” Steve says, sounding dazed, “This is the friend I was talking about.”
“Wait, wait, so you’re the priest Eddie’s been fucking?” Robin exclaims, finally putting the pieces together.
“Um, not a priest anymore. For obvious reasons,” Steve winces, blushing about as hard as she’s ever seen him do.
“Are you out? Like completely?”
Steve closes his eyes and does a deep inhale and exhale that feels far longer to all three of them than it has any right being.
“Yes,” he says, voice quiet but steady, “I can’t- I’m done with them. I just want to be fucking happy for once.”
“So. Do I get my best friend back?” She asks, just as quiet.
“Please,” he says, his voice cracking like clay as he starts to cry and she cries too.
Eddie isn’t really sure if he should still be there witnessing this but he decides he also doesn’t want the food to burn so he turns away and keeps cooking.
“He’s not even that tall Eddie why have you been calling him big boy?” Robin protests once they’ve started drying their tears.
Eddie raises an eyebrow at her and takes a large sip of his coffee.
“Why do you think, Robbie?”
“Oh goddamit,” she says glaring at him but relenting when she sees how red Steve’s gone at Eddie’s laughter.
“Dingus,” she settles for slapping him upside the head once, “Look I don’t care what little lovebird things the two of you planned for today but you can get to it later. I’m taking the day off and you’re spending it with me, Steve. Eddie can come along if he behaves.”
“And when have you known me to behave?”
“There’s always a time for firsts.”
“I’ve checked off a lot of those with Steve over the last twelve hours.”
“I’m gonna go call work so finish cooking breakfast and then I want to go to the zoo because there is a new baby elephant, Steve, and she’s adorable.”
“A baby one?!”
“Exactly.”
Eddie hooks a hand around Steve’s hip as soon as Robin leaves the room and says,
“I kind of can’t believe this.”
“Neither can I. Hey if I still believed in god this would be why.”
“Just good old fashioned luck, baby boy.”
“Yeah, okay,” Steve kisses him and says almost to himself, “Okay.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to fall very in love with you.”
“Please?”