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Steve made good on his promise, and a week into winter break, Eddie got a call from him. He was expecting it to be a call for a hookup, and while that was part of it, Eddie found himself sitting at the small dining table by the phone, just chatting with Steve about his Thanksgiving trip. Most of December was spent finding excuses to meet with each other.

Eddie would browse movie rentals for longer than necessary, usually leaving without renting anything. It became their signal that he'd be waiting behind the building's employee-only exit, smoking. He parked his van nearby. That way, when Steve went on break, they could have some quick fun. It consisted mostly of blowjobs, handjobs, maybe some light fingering, and lots of making out. A couple of times, they only managed to kiss and chat before the time got away from them.

Tuesday nights, Steve went to Eddie's shows and took him in the darkest corner of the back alley when he was done. It was a rare day that they didn't at least talk. That was a development that Eddie didn't expect, but greatly enjoyed. Sometimes, for hours, he'd sit under the small dining table just talking on the phone about anything that came to mind.

It sure as hell made it harder for him to accept that he couldn't have Steve as his own. If Wayne was home, it was a little more awkward as he kept receiving teasing smirks. It usually resulted in Eddie flipping him off and covering his face with his hair, which only made Wayne chuckle.

He at least appreciated that Wayne didn't try to stop him or give him a 'talk' about being safe or getting his heart broken. His heart had already been ripped to shreds. There wasn't much more Steve could do at this point, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he could. When Steve found a stable girlfriend, he'd be cast aside.

If that relationship didn't work out, there's a chance he'd get called back, but he'd mourned the possibility of losing Steve more nights than he cared to recall, and considered himself fairly well prepared for the outcome.

Whether he wanted it or not, it was the inevitable fate of being gay. He was going to be a novelty, but he didn't mind being Steve's. He'd start looking for another when that awful day came, but until then, he was going to keep himself open to the tiniest possibility that Steve might catch feelings.

More than once, he'd ditched band practice to wrap himself in Steve. Typically, his band used their vacation as a time to churn out the practice that school otherwise interrupted, but he wasn't going to miss the chance to lose himself in the ecstasy that had become his favorite high.

Wayne had even gotten used to seeing Steve in Eddie's bed when he checked in on him after work. Steve got embarrassed anytime they woke up to a note telling Eddie there was an extra breakfast for him.

It only happened once, but they slept in late enough that Steve ended up speaking to Wayne for the first time. He tried not to be awkward about it, but couldn't help being embarrassed about meeting the uncle of the guy that'd wrecked him the night before.

Steve was polite and respectful, but quickly found being around Wayne strangely comfortable. He was a chill guy, and even if Steve was certain he knew what the two of them got up to, he never made any quips or remarks about it. He treated him as if he was just one of Eddie's friends, or at least that's what he assumed.

It was refreshing not to get the parental stare-down he'd become familiar with after being caught with someone's daughter. He figured it'd be even worse with what was essentially someone's son, but Wayne didn't seem to care about things like that. It gave Steve an unexpected security, and it made him want to use Eddie's place for hook-ups more often. It was just more comfortable and felt safer.

Eventually, Christmas rolled around and Steve was forced to attend to family affairs for a few days. He didn't want to deal with all the hassle of family coming over to his place, but he had no choice. Luckily, his parents hired a small catering company, so he didn't need to worry about helping in the kitchen or cleaning up after.

Eddie, on the other hand, was spending Christmas night alone. He and Wayne had their meager holiday celebration earlier in the day. Eddie gazed at his newest D&D book and the set of new notebooks. His others were getting full and ragged with everything but schoolwork. He laid on his stomach, stereo blasting Anthrax as he flipped through the pages of the book, taking notes of anything he wanted to add to his campaign.

If he didn't know the songs on the album he was listening to inside and out, he would have entirely missed the phone ringing. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 1 am. Who would call this late? He turned off his stereo and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" he answered skeptically.

"Merry Christmas, Munson," Steve's voice chimed in from the other side.

A big grin spread across Eddie's face, and he crawled under the dining table to take his call with Steve. "You're about an hour late, big boy," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I had to make sure everyone was asleep on this end." Steve laid back on his bed, one arm under his head as he held the receiver to his ear with the other.

"You gonna try to sneak out?” Eddie asked a little eagerly.

"Can't," Steve groaned. "I have to see family off first thing in the morning.”

"That sucks," Eddie complained.

"How's my freak doing all by his lonesome, anyway?”

Eddie bit his smile and blushed. That was a recent nickname Steve had started calling him. One night, when Steve was pounding him into his mattress, he landed a few solid spanks that ended up getting Eddie off prematurely. Since then, he'd been 'his freak' and Eddie loved it. "Fine," he chuckled. "He could use a little company from a sexy intruder, but it's not like being alone is anything new.”

"I wish I could sneak out, man. Seriously. Hanging out with my family is so dull and loaded with formalities. Say one wrong thing, and you've shamed the family. Don't say enough, and you're a recluse." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm so sick of this dance. I'm just glad they're not sticking around for New Year's.”

"Got some plans?”

"My parents are heading to New York for the ball drop. So, Robin's going to come over and we're going to spend a single's New Year's together." Steve chuckled. Even though he was technically single, he wasn't minding it as much as he used to. Between meeting up with Eddie any chance he got, and the few dates he had here and there, he felt pretty well satisfied.

Eddie turned the phone away so that Steve couldn't hear his disappointed sigh. He was hoping he could steal a New Year's kiss from him. "Sounds fun.”

"What about you? Doing anything with your band mates?”

"Nah, they've got their own shit going on." He rested his head against the wall and stared at the underside of the table. "It's just gonna be me and my sweetheart, as usual.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. "It's so weird that you call your guitar that.”

"Most people I know have nicknames for their instruments," he stated casually. The yellow tag stapled to the underside of the table caught his attention and he began mindlessly flipping it back and forth.

"You know some weird people, then." There was a brief pause. "Wait, does that mean Rob named her trumpet toots?”

"What?" Eddie almost snorted.

"Every time she takes out her trumpet she says 'Come on toots'.”

Eddie let out a sharp laugh. "Yeah, I'd say she's named it.”

"God damnit," Steve laughed, shaking his head. "It's still weird.”

"I like weird.”

"It's growing on me.”

The softness in Steve's voice didn't go unnoticed. It warmed Eddie's heart as he sat on the cold floor. "What made you want to call, anyway?”

"If I'm being honest, I didn't like the idea of you spending the night alone.”

"So, a pity call?" Eddie scoffed.

"It's not a pity call," Steve stressed with a laugh.

"What would you call it, then?”

"Checking in on a friend.”

Eddie still twitched at the word 'friend', but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it used to. "Well, I'm fine," he reassured with a sigh. "No need to worry your pretty little head over it.”

"Also, maybe I just wanted to talk to you.”

Eddie's smile twitched back onto his face. "You mean Robin's unavailable, so you default to me because you're bored.”

While Eddie wasn't entirely wrong, Steve still enjoyed talking to him and didn't see him as a backup. He was more like an alternative.

"You know I'm right," Eddie teased at the silence.

"No, you're not," Steve chuckled.

"Then what am I?" Eddie playfully snarked.

"Just another option. I've totally called you over Robin a couple of times.”

"Yeah, when you wanted my ass.”

"Stop making me out to be the bad guy," Steve laughed.

"What are you talking about? You're the worst guy," Eddie stated with zero sincerity and a small chuckle.

"That's not what you said a few days ago when you were balls deep in my throat.”

Eddie flushed at the memory of sitting on his couch, Steve on his knees in front of him with hands cuffed behind his back as he fucked his throat however he pleased. He smirked at the thought waking his cock up a little.

"My ears were ringing," Steve continued. "So, I could be wrong, but I believe your words were, 'Fuck, Steve, you're the best.'”

"Shut up," Eddie laughed awkwardly.

"If you really want, I can hang up and leave you be."

Eddie smiled to himself. "No," he shook his head. "I like talking with you... even if I am a backup," he added playfully.

"You're not a backup!" Steve stressed.

Eddie's smile fell just a little. Steve didn't realize just how much of a backup he'd made Eddie. "Whatever you say, big boy," he huffed in amusement.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Did you and Wayne do anything fun today?”

"Nothing all too special." Eddie shrugged and settled closer to the corner so he could rest the side of his head against the adjacent wall. "Watched some movies. He made a big meal and refused to let me in the kitchen to help. He was worried I'd burn it down or some shit. I only caught the stove on fire once like three years ago and he still won't let me live it down.”

"Remind me to never let you cook for me.”

"Oh, come on!" Eddie groaned. "Not you too." Steve's laugh had Eddie beaming to himself at the pleasant sound, urging him to hold the phone a little closer. "I wish you could sneak out," he sighed with heavy disappointment.

"Me too, man. Me too." There was a brief silence before Steve continued. "Why? You miss my cock already?”

Eddie stifled a snort at the sudden blunt question. "Damn, Steve, what if someone was listening on the other line?”

"I have my own line. So, no need to worry about eavesdroppers..”

"Of course you fucking do," Eddie grumbled and rolled his eyes. "But in that case, I won't hold back either," he stated firmly. "It's not your fat cock I miss. It's that tight ass and those pouting lips. If it belongs to you and can be wrapped around my cock, I miss it the second it's not in use."

Steve felt his face rapidly flush at Eddie's words. "Shit," he huffed, situating the briefs that'd just grown a little tighter. "Um, alright, fuck.”

"You asked," Eddie laughed.

"I did," Steve agreed. "And I liked what I heard.”

Eddie bit his lip. "I could keep going," he offered, his dick twitching at the thought of trying out phone sex.

Steve took a deep breath and pawed at the front of his briefs. He wasn't fully hard, but he was far from soft. "Please, go on." Eddie's soft chuckle into the receiver made Steve break out in goosebumps. "If I did sneak out, what would we do?”

Eddie bit his lip a little harder, rolling the soft flesh between his teeth. "I'd pull you into my room immediately and you know damn well we'd be making out before we even reached my door.”

"Well, yeah, those lips of yours are addictive, but go on.”

Eddie smiled at the compliment. "I can say the same about yours, but once we were in my room, I'd toss you onto my bed.”

"Surprisingly, I like it when you manhandle me.”

"I can usually tell by the boner," Eddie teased.

"What can I say?" Steve shrugged. "You do it for me, man.”

"I'm glad I do, because as soon as I get you in my bed, your shirt is coming off real fast. I love the look of your hairy ass chest.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

"I'd run my hands through that sternum bush, maybe play with your nipples a little.”

Steve sucked in his lips. He could already feel himself getting turned on. Not just from the words, but Eddie's voice was stunning and sultry even when he wasn't saying inherently sexy things, but when he was, it was a whole new level of engrossing. He spoke low and gravelly. Steve recalled hearing that voice while Eddie was pressed against him. It reverberated through him like a subwoofer.

"How about you tease yourself while thinking about me, big boy? Give your nipples a little pinch for me.”

Steve swallowed and did as instructed. He let out a soft moan, even though he didn't feel much. Doing it himself didn't yield much pleasure, but when Eddie did it, it lit his body on fire. "Think about you, huh?" he chuckled as he gently pinched one of his nipples. "Seems easy enough. I swear I can't be horny without you on my mind, anyway.”

"That's what I like to hear," Eddie chuckled, glad that Steve wasn't here to see him blush. "You pinching them for me?”

"Yeah," Steve sighed with a soft smile. "Can't say it does much for me, but I am.”

"That's perfect, not like I want you to get off right away, anyway.”

"You plan to get me off over the phone?" Steve chuckled.

"Seems like the direction things are going in.”

"I suppose.”

"How hard are you?" Eddie asked, situating his own growing erection.

"Getting there," Steve laughed. "You?”

"Same.” Eddie licked his lips. "You said you think about me when you're horny, right? What do you think about?”

"Depends," Steve shrugged, mindlessly teasing his own nipples. "If I'm alone, I just go where the mood takes me, which is usually to you pounding my ass.”

Eddie hummed in approval, shifting his legs to give the dick that just jumped into action a little more room to grow.

"If I'm with someone, I'm imagining you in their place.”

"Why don't you just call me more often, then?”

Steve chuckled. "What do you think I've been doing your whole winter break?”

"That's true, but it took you long enough.”

"Fair," Steve laughed. "But it's not like you're free all that often with school and such.”

"Fuck school," Eddie scoffed. "I'd rather be fucking you any day.”

Steve laughed. "You'd end up failing another year if I called you every time I thought about it.”

"It'd be worth it. You have a world class ass. It'd be a shame for it to not get the pounding it deserves.”

"What about you?" Steve chuckled. "Do you think about my 'world class ass' often?”

"Far more than I'm willing to openly admit," Eddie laughed awkwardly. The answer to that was on a daily basis. If he wasn't thinking about that flawless ass, he was thinking about everything else that made Eddie weak in the knees for him. That beautiful face and the personality he'd come to love far more than he'd ever expected.

"That often, huh?" Steve laughed. "What do you think about?"

"Anything and everything," Eddie scoffed. "Sometimes I recall things we've done, other times I think about things I want us to do, and other times it's just the generic idea of fucking or being fucked by you. Literally anything that happens to strike my interest at the time. Ever finger yourself while thinking about me?”

Steve huffed an awkward laugh at the blunt question. "Yeah," he admitted with a small nod. "Anytime I think about you bending me over, it's hard not to." Just the thought was enough for his briefs to tighten a little further.

Eddie bit his lip, thinking about Steve fingering himself alone on his bed. "Think one of these days you could show me how you do it? Give me a little show.”

"Sure, if I get one in return.”

"Gladly," Eddie agreed without hesitation.

"But I believe you were telling me what you'd do to me if I was able to sneak out tonight, and my nipples are getting a little raw over here.”

Eddie made a sound that somehow blended a laugh, a growl, and a hum of approval. "God, I love it when you're obedient. Follow my words with your actions, why don't you? As if you're my marionette and I'm pulling your strings.”

The deeper register Eddie's voice slid into made Steve's skin break out in goosebumps.

"No more, no less. Just do exactly as I guide you, understand?”

Steve let out a small whimper and nodded.

There were a couple seconds of silence before Eddie checked in. "Steve, babe? You still with me?”

"Yeah, sorry," Steve laughed. "I nodded like a dumbass.”

"You're gonna have to use your words if you want to communicate anything, but damn, I wish I could at least see you. Touching would be ideal, of course, but I'll just have to make do with hearing that sexy voice of yours. It'd be better if you were home alone so you could really let that voice shine, but if that were the case, I'd already be on that bed with you.”

"Fuck, I wish you were,” he scoffed.

"You're not alone in that want, babe." Preemptively, Eddie unclasped his belt, having a clear idea of where this night was going. Steve's laugh rang through the receiver, startling Eddie a little.

"Did you just take off your belt?”

"Yeah...?" Eddie squinted.

"I have an automatic fucking response to that sound now apparently, because my dick just twitched.”

Eddie snorted when he failed at holding in a laugh. "I have King Steve trained," he sputtered through laughter.

"Oh, shut up!" Steve snapped as loudly as he dared, unable to hide his own laughter. "Like you don't get turned on at everything I do," he retorted.

"You could sneeze and it'd turn me on," Eddie laughed.

"Achoo," Steve mocked.

"Oh, baby, do it again," Eddie said in the best sultry voice he could manage while holding back a laugh. That laugh burst free without his consent a second after the words left his lips.

"You're a fucking idiot," Steve laughed.

"Maybe, but you still get hard for this idiot." Eddie took a deep breath, trying to calm his laughter.

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Unfortunately true.”

"Unfortunately?!" Eddie recoiled in animated offense. "If it's so 'unfortunate', I can just let you imagine what else the night could've held for us."

"Stop," Steve groaned in amusement and spoke calmly. "I want to hear just how my freak would treat me if I were in his arms.”

Eddie swallowed hard and licked his lips at the way Steve worded his request. "If you're going to put it like that..." he muttered.

"I'm still stuck on teasing my nipples here, by the way," he chuckled.

"Right, yeah." Eddie shook the fluster off and brought himself back to his fantasy. "I'd explore that chest for a little while. Plant kisses, licks, and bites on your moles. I know you can't do that yourself, so give each mole you can see a small pinch and think about me kissing, sucking, or biting it.”

"Alright," Steve chuckled softly and looked down at his chest to do what Eddie instructed. Each mole his eyes landed on, he pinched and thought of Eddie's lips on his skin. His breathing picked up at the idea of those large eyes glancing up at him periodically.

Eddie closed his eyes and listened to Steve's breathing change and falter. Knowing that Steve was thinking about him while breathing like that made him tremble and push his hand under his own shirt, caressing his chest at the thought of Steve's touch. "How're we doing?" he sighed.

"Almost done," Steve chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, that got me a little hot under the collar.”

"Collar? You wearing a shirt?”

"No," Steve chuckled. "I'm just in my underwear, but you get my meaning.”

"I have a feeling that the only thing you'll be wearing by the time we hang up is your own cum.”

Steve bit his lip at Eddie's blunt words. "I guess we'll just have to see how good of a puppet master you are.”

Eddie chuckled. "Alright. You still giving those beauty marks of yours my kisses?”

"Only one left.”

"Which one?”

"The one below my belly button.”

"Ooo," Eddie cooed. "That's one of my favorites. Should I start naming them?”

"Please don't," Steve groaned.

Eddie laughed. "Don't want a mole named Greg in your happy trail?”

"Are you trying to turn me on or off here?”

Eddie laughed again. "Sorry, couldn't help it. Give Greg an extra kiss for me.”

"Eddie!" Steve snapped with a small laugh of his own.

The smile on Eddie's face couldn't have been bigger as he tried to calm his laughter.

Steve rolled his eyes and gave the mole below his bellybutton another small pinch. The blush on his face deepened from embarrassment, even though there was no one around to see him do it.

"But," Eddie continued. "After I was done kissing each and every one of those tasty little marks on your body, I'd make my way to the hem of those tight briefs you love so much. I would—and follow me here—slowly pull them down until that fat cock of yours popped out and tried to sock me in the face, as it so eagerly does."

Steve securely pinched the phone with his shoulder and slid his briefs down, huffing when his cock was released and the rough waistband slid down his shaft.

"Good boy," Eddie praised. "Now slowly take them off the rest of the way and discard them.”

It felt a little weird slowly taking his underwear off for no one, but Steve did as he was told and tossed them to the floor as soon as he unhooked them from his feet. "There," he muttered.

"I bet you look fucking amazing," Eddie groaned. "I’m just thinking back to seeing you laid out naked underneath me, and it kills me every goddamn time.”

The blatant praise made Steve shift awkwardly. It also made him recall being under Eddie, making his body heat up. The thought of Eddie prowling over him had him biting his lip.

"Next.”

Steve was snapped out of his recollection by Eddie's voice.

"I'd run my hands up your delicious thighs. Can you do that for me?”

Eddie didn't have to ask, Steve was already caressing up his thighs. "Already on it," he sighed.

"Fuck, you're fantastic." Eddie stroked his fingers lightly over the bulge in the front of his jeans. "I'd give your cock a firm stroke from base to tip, making sure to collect anything that's built up for me and smear it over your head to gloss it up nice and pretty.”

Steve shuddered as he did what Eddie described.

Eddie bit his lip and rolled his eyes up at Steve's sounds. He couldn't even count the number of times he'd heard that exact groan, but it turned him on faster than almost anything else. He gripped his dick through the jeans as he just listened.

"'Kay," Steve huffed.

"You only did the one, right?”

"Yeah," Steve nodded for no one.

"Go ahead and give yourself another for being so good, but keep your grip light.”

"'Kay," Steve confirmed softly before he loosened his grip to ghost a stroke up his shaft. The tease of it almost felt better than the firm grip, making him gasp and tremble. He heard the sound of Eddie's zipper being undone and he held back a whimper at not being able to see it. It'd barely been a couple of days, but he already missed Eddie's cock.

"You're so fucking good, babe," Eddie praised. "Do you like following my orders?"

"Mmhmm" was all Steve managed through his panting.

"You've barely done anything and you're already this hot and bothered?”

Steve chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I am.”

"I fucking love it," Eddie laughed in impressed disbelief.

"Got more orders for me, Sire?" He added snarkily.

Eddie's laugh turned more humorous. "Sure, pinch your nipples harder than what's comfortable.”

"Really?" Steve scoffed, baffled by the demand.

"You heard me." Eddie's mouth fell slack when he heard Steve's pained hiss. "Fuck, that's my big boy.”

"Happy?" Steve grumbled.

"Very," Eddie laughed. "What I'd want to do next would be blow you, but I doubt you can suck yourself off.”

"Yeah, I may be flexible, but I have my limits," Steve chuckled.

"How many blowjobs have I given you?”

"Are you really going to make me do math while I have a boner?”

"Just a ballpark.”

"I dunno, like ten, probably more.”

"Can you think of how I do it?”

"Often.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Steve's lack of hesitation. "Well, do that now and try to replicate it with your hand as best you can.”

Steve tried to think of specifics as far as what Eddie did. He wrapped just his middle finger and thumb around the head and kept his grip firm as he stroked down, replicating Eddie lowering his lips over his cock.

Eddie closed his eyes and pulled his own erection out as he listened to Steve sigh at the sensations. He gave it a gentle stroke, picturing what Steve must look like sprawled out on his bed as he pleasured himself. To top it off, Steve wasn't just masturbating, he was masturbating to the thought of him. Eddie squeezed the base of his dick at that realization. And not only was he jerking off to him, he was doing it for him.

This whole situation was going to be thoroughly locked in Eddie's mind for future use.

Steve released his cock and flipped his hand around so his index and thumb were the first things to stroke down him. He kept a tight grip with those fingers alone, allowing the others to stroke gently behind. It was no comparison for Eddie's mouth, but imagining those large doe eyes staring hungrily up at him with concave cheeks was more than enough to keep him thoroughly invested.

Goosebumps broke out on Steve's skin when he heard a deep rumbled groan from Eddie. He huffed a small laugh. "Are you jerking it too?”

"Fuck yeah," Eddie laughed. "You really think I'm going to waste those fantastic fucking sounds?"

"Then don't hold yours back, Eddie," Steve panted as he stroked a little faster. "I want to hear what I do to you.”

Eddie hummed in approval and groaned slightly more dramatically with the next stroke.

Steve airily laughed in triumph. "Damn," he huffed and gripped himself a bit tighter.

"You do a lot to me, Steve," Eddie panted.

"Speaking of doing things," Steve chuckled. "You just going to keep blowing me?”

Eddie groaned his disappointment at not actually having Steve's cock in his mouth. He rolled his tongue onto itself to feel something move on it. "How often do I stop at just a blowjob?”

"Only when it's all we have time for," Steve scoffed.

"Damn your timed breaks," Eddie joked.

"If they weren't timed, you'd keep me in the back of your van for the rest of my shift.”

"Damn right, and I highly doubt you'd complain.”

"Now why the hell would I complain about getting paid to take that dick?”

Eddie laughed. "But I think you know what I'd do next.”

Steve bit his lip and gripped his inner thigh with his free hand. "Finger me?” he huffed.

"Finger you," Eddie confirmed. "Got that lube handy?”

"Give me a sec," Steve stated and set the phone on the bed as he rolled over to reach for his nightstand.

Eddie continued to passively stroke himself as he listened to Steve get the lube. The reality of the last few weeks hit him like a dream. He couldn't believe how close they'd gotten. While he'd 100% prefer to have Steve here with him, the thought that they were comfortable enough with each other to do something like this was insane. It was honestly a little hard for him to accept.

"Got it," Steve stated, placing the receiver back between his shoulder and ear.

Eddie shook off his daze. "Perfect. I'm sure you know what to do, but poor 'ol me can't see it," he pouted playfully. "Think you could throw me a bone and explain in detail what you do as you do it?"

Steve scoffed at the request. "Are you serious?”

"Completely. Regale me with your sexual exploits.”

With a heavy sigh, Steve heaved a "Fine.”

Eddie hummed happily and wiggled his body to match.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle at Eddie's excitement. "Whatever," he groaned. He looked at the bottle of lube and heaved another sigh. He popped it open and poured it into his hand.

"I'm hearing things, but no words."

"I just poured the lube in my hand," Steve stated, confused why that was important.

"And you did it without telling me," Eddie playfully scolded.

"That detailed?"

"That detailed.”

Steve groaned. "I'm closing the bottle and setting it aside," he grumbled, placing the closed bottle on the bed beside him. "Better?”

"Perfect," Eddie chirped.

Steve rolled his eyes and continued to explain his actions as he did them. "I'm moving my hand between my legs and pressing my fingers between my ass cheeks." He gasped softly when the cool lube hit the sensitive skin. "I'm—ha... rubbing my asshole." He groaned at the sensation.

Eddie swallowed, eyes wide and staring at nothing. His cock laid forgotten about in his unmoving hand. That was a lot hotter than he'd expected it to be. The next groan was strained, and he knew that sound all too well. He bit his lip, knowing what Steve was about to say.

"I'm pushing one—ugh... in..." Steve panted.

"Which one?" Eddie asked quickly, the hand on his cock slowly tightening, but not stroking.

"Pointer," Steve huffed.

"How's it feel?" His own breath was getting heavy.

Steve hummed his pleasure and leaned his head into the receiver as he pushed his finger in. "Good," he panted. "I'm pushing it deeper.”

"What knuckle you at?”

"Almost to the second.”

"Fuuuck," Eddie groaned. "I'm going to destroy you the next time I get my hands on you."

Steve let out a small whimper at Eddie's words and pushed his finger in as far as it would go. "It's all the way in," he grunted.

Eddie growled and gave his forgotten cock a full stroke.

"I'm moving it. What about you?" Steve asked through heavy breaths. "What are you doing?”

"Stroking my painfully hard cock. Which is entirely your fault, by the way. It should be illegal to have such a sexy fucking voice."

Steve panted a soft laugh as he continued fingering himself. "Do you have your rings on?”

Eddie quirked his brow at the random question. "Yeah, why?”

"I just love the look of them when you hold your cock.”

Eddie grinned and looked down at the rings on his hand as he stroked. He wished he could at least take a picture for him or something. "Yeah?”

"Yeah," he chuckled weakly.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," he chuckled. "Think you can fit a second one in yet." The deep groan that followed had Eddie stroking with more vigor.

"Just—" Steve gasped. "Just barely.”

Eddie could hear Steve's shudder as the second one pushed in. He sneered and gripped the head of his cock.

"The tip's in," Steve grunted.

"I wish my tip was in," Eddie grumbled under his breath.

Steve laughed airily. "Me too." He really did. He would much rather Eddie be the one doing this. It wasn't that masturbating felt bad. Hell, sometimes it was preferred, but when the object of your lust is moaning in your ear, it makes touching yourself simultaneously more pleasurable and less desirable. "I'm pushing deeper," he groaned, clearly trying to keep his voice down.

"Holy shit..." Eddie huffed, stroking faster at Steve's fantastic moans. "What are you thinking about?”

"Your cock," he answered without hesitation.

The tendon in Eddie's neck strained as he clenched his jaw.

"I'm thinking about you slowly sliding into me as I push my fingers deeper." He moaned high through his nose. "They're all the—" he panted. "All the way in.”

"Fuck, you're such a good boy," Eddie praised. "Keep this up and I'll give you whatever the fuck you want next time we meet.”

"What else," he gasped, wishing his fingers could reach deeper. "Do you want?”

"Can you reach your prostate for me, sweetheart?”

Steve hummed his confirmation and curled his fingers.

Eddie melted and hit the side of his head off the wall at Steve's long stifled moan. Yet another sound he knew damn well. "Massage it," he panted, returning to stroking himself.

Steve nodded with a grunt as he did. His moans rapidly got more strained. There was a clear bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock that was threatening to give in to its own weight and fall onto his stomach. He chuckled through a shudder. "Looks like I'm leaking.”

"Oh, I want to lick it," Eddie growled without thinking.

"I wish you could," Steve panted.

"Do you have a free hand?”

"Mmhmm.”

"Stroke your cock while you finger yourself." Eddie requested, adding more effort to his own strokes. Seeing as he was home alone, he didn't bother toning down his volume.

Steve loved hearing Eddie moan for him. Eddie had mentioned that he'd jerked off to him before, but having proof was something else. "You really don't want me to last, do you?" he chuckled.

"More like I want us to get off around the same time, and just hearing you is doing a number on me.”

"That so?" Steve sighed. "What're you thinking about?"

"Fucking the shit out of you on your bed like we did on Labor Day.”

Steve whimpered at the memory and grabbed his cock. "Fuck. Now I'm thinking about it.”

"Smear that pre-cum over the head and cram those fingers in your ass like you mean it," Eddie growled as he worked his cock.

In Steve's current state, following Eddie's orders might as well have been second nature. He clamped his mouth shut as he fucked his fingers into him and stroked himself, making sure to smear the pre-cum as Eddie requested.

"Think about me holding you down like I did that night.”

Steve whined.

"Would it be better if you were on your knees? Just like I had you then.”

"Maybe," he grunted and rolled onto his face and knees, situating the phone back between his cheek and shoulder. "I can't reach my prostate at this angle," Steve panted.

"Your choice, but does it help you remember how I plowed into you so fiercely?”

Steve closed his eyes and whimpered, rapidly cramming his fingers inside as he stroked himself. "Yes," he admitted with a squeak.

"I ruined you that night, didn't I?” Eddie grinned smugly. "And again in the morning.”

"Mmhmm," Steve sobbed, attempting to move his fingers as fast as Eddie moved his hips.

"How long were you feeling it after I was done with you?”

"About two days," he huffed.

"Did you think about me every time you sat down?" Eddie stroked himself firmly, resting his head against the wall behind him.

"Yeah...”

"Was it difficult not to get hard?”

"Every damn time," Steve chuckled. "It was annoying as fuck.”

Eddie shuddered at the louder moan that escaped amidst Steve's laughter. "Would you like me to rough you up a little more in the future?”

"Yes," he huffed far too quickly.

"Damn, alright," Eddie laughed at Steve's eagerness. "I'll keep that in mind, too. You working yourself over like a good little puppet?”

"Yes," Steve sobbed.

"What are you doing?”

"What you told me," Steve panted. "Stroking my cock and fingering myself like I mean it.”

"Perfect," Eddie purred. "Keep going and tell me when you're close.”

Steve hummed his confirmation. "You... too...”

"I will, babe," Eddie huffed.

Without words, they were able to lose themselves in the other's sounds.

Steve did his best to keep his own sounds low, but loud enough that Eddie could hear them. His slight trembling was making it harder to focus on fingering himself, but he managed. Hearing Eddie's unhindered moans urged him closer a bit faster than if he were doing this alone.

The sounds and mental image of Steve on his knees fingering himself was more than enough to work Eddie in the right direction. The realization that he'd heard every one of those sounds before made his heart pine. Most of them were sounds that he knew for a fact no woman had ever heard. They were exclusively for him.

"Fuck," Eddie grunted. "I'm getting close.”

"Me too," Steve panted frantically.

"First one to get off takes it next time," Eddie groaned.

"You're on," Steve laughed weakly and started eagerly going at it.

Eddie did the same and pumped his cock hard enough that he nearly dropped the phone.

Steve's orgasmic groan was the first to ring through the line, with Eddie only seconds behind.

"Want my cock that bad, huh?" Eddie laughed through heavy breaths as he came down from the rush.

"Damn right I do," Steve confirmed with a laugh of his own.

"Any idea when I'm going to get to take you up on that?" Eddie looked down at the cum covering his hand and coating his rings.

"I work the late shift tomorrow," Steve sighed, rolling onto his back, panting. "I'll swing by your place after closing if Wayne's not there.”

"I'll be waiting for you in the buff," Eddie chuckled. "You said you like my rings, right?”

"Yeah, why?”

"They're covered in my jizz right now.”

"Nice,” Steve chuckled softly.

They continued to chat about whatever came to mind until Steve couldn't handle feeling the lube and cum on his hands drying anymore. Reluctantly, they said their goodbyes, but were pleased to have a plan to meet tomorrow. Eddie was thrilled that he didn't have to wait nearly as long between hookups as he used to.