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Steve could've swoon he transformed into a swooning cartoon character at that moment. His chestnut eyes had opened so wide and his jaw dropped it could've hit the floor. "Holy shit" he breathed, looking lustfully at the two as they as they exited the iconic blue 1979 Camaro.
Robin blinked and looked between Steve and the two metal heads. "Bisexual panic, Steve?" She asked, smirking as Steve could only nod. "I knew it" she turned away to continue her regular task.
Eddie's hair was pulled back loosely, a sign he didn't care much for it today yet the flicks of mousy brown hair still added to appearance. He had worn his bandana over his head this time and was surprisingly wearing black eyeliner. It made his eyes thinner, resemble those of a hungry siren. Tight leather pants hugged his body, outlining the sweet pudge of his thighs that Steve would give absolutely anything to put his head between. A dark red t shirt hid his torso but was tucked in at the front revealing the handcuff belt buckle. He wore his regular leather jacket but today it somehow seemed more alluring. And the clean combat boots. Steve wanted to be stood on and insulted just for a taste of the surprising yet alluring dominance Eddie was displaying.
Billy added to his thirst. Shirtless, abs exposed, a similar leather jacket, leather gloves, tight leather pants outlining his plump ass and thick thighs. The biker boots had small buckles on the side and for a moment Steve considered picking a fight with the rebellious blonde in order to feel the powerful kick of those boots against his ribs. Oh, how desperate he was to be forced into submission. Billy leaned in, cigarette tip touching Eddie's as the dealer flicked a match, lighting it with his nail.
"I want them to ride me"
Eddie glanced over at the video store and chuckled. "Careful, Hargrove, we're attracting attention" he mumbled softly, pulling his head away from Billy.
The blonde smirked. "I know why... nod your head a little at him" he spoke in a low voice and winked. "Let's see how hungry King Steve really is, shall we?" He sucked in a breath, letting the smoky taste of tobacco fill his mouth.
Eddie did as told like Billy's good boy, nodding towards Steve. "Is this who we're picking? Steve Harrington?" He asked, taping his cigarette and letting the ash fall in the wind. "What makes you think he's gonna want us? Or... or even me..."
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Robin flinched as Steve dropped multiple tapes. Her head snapped towards him in confusion; her expression turned to disgust to see Steve becoming flustered over the leather clad metal heads.
"You're scrappy and he likes that" Billy moved an arm around Eddie's shoulders, letting his hand lazily hang as the two began to walk. "Back in high school he was a bigger pervert than he let on, Metal Princess, I felt his eyes on me, stealing quick glances, the way he ground his body against mine during practice even!" The sun-kissed teen then smirked, running his tongue across his pearly whites. "Oh and of course" he leaned in close to Eddie's overly pierced ear. "I've seen it twitch when proving the power I could hold over him"
Eddie's Bambi eyes widened and he turned his head, looking at his lover in bewilderment. "You saw it?!" He gasped. "How big?" He asked, curiosity rising as he glanced at the store once more.
"He's rather girthy... its average length by the looks of it and I bet it has the perfect curve for rolling your hips back" Billy glanced to the side, shooting a quick glare at someone who had overheard his rather smutty words. He dared them to say something. "So what do you say, my pretty rockstar? Shall we make Harrington's thirsty dreams come true?"
Eddie moved his arm around Billy's waist the moved his hand down, slipping his fingers in the back pocket. He could feel the back zip digging into his wrist. "Let's melt that dumb brain of his, California"
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The car seemed almost picture perfect. Overlooking the gorgeous Lover's Lake, sun glimmering over the water. The windows on Billy's beloved car was loudly playing Mötley Crüe with Live Wire blaring through the car's speakers. The windows were fogged up and even had a thickness of smoke. A pale, slender hand slammed against the window, dragging down before disappearing back into the fog.
Their heated kiss almost seemed never ending. Their jackets had been removed, dropped to the floor and for now, forgotten. Eddie was letting out what Billy insisted were the cutest noises he had ever made. Billy's tongue was toying with Eddie's tongue bar. Billy turned his head away, licking at the shell of Eddie's ear. He pressed Eddie's hips down between his thighs. "Feel that? Feel how hard you've gotten me?" He whispered almost breathlessly.
Eddie lowered his head down against Billy's shoulder, groaning with need as he began to grind. "F-fuck, I can't imagine Harrington joining this... hm!" He muffled a gasp by biting his bottom lip.
"I can tell you the ideas I've had in mind" Billy replied, bucking his hips. "Get down there, pretty boy" he ordered, lightly smacking his hand against Eddie's plush little rump.
Eddie did as told and moved down, kissing along Billy's hot skin, tasting the salty sweat as he reached the edge of the muscular blonde's leather pants. "Tell me" he glanced up at Billy, staring through his eyelashes as he unbuckled the annoying belt. He lowered his head kissing at Billy's bulge.
"Stevie's little reputation among the girls is that he loves being between a good pair of legs" Billy lifted his hips, letting Eddie tug the back zip towards him. While useful they didn't unzip all the way leaving his taint often covered if they weren't completely taken off. It did help with teasing desperate, pathetic men who craved him though. "You're gonna need to shave for this by the way, sorry, Eddie" he chuckled at the sound of an annoyed grunt. "You saw how red his stupid face got too, right? He'd probably even beg just to sniff in between your legs"
"Hm, shouldn't I keep my body hair then?" Eddie lifted his head and pressed a sweet little kiss to the head of Billy's cock. "Keep my scent in" he flicked his tongue over the tip, smirking a little when Billy let out a hum of pleasure.
"The leather will hold that all in just fine" Billy sighed, closing his pretty blues. "He might rebel a bit against our... oh, oh you little shit!" He sighed, tilting his head back as the tip of his cock disappeared between Eddie's plush lips. "Suck it nicely like candy, baby" he ordered, sliding his hands down his stomach and holding the base of his cock between his middle finger and ring finger. "Good boy" he breathed. "Anyway, where was I? Hm, yeah, rebelling... a swift kick, slap on the face, using your boot to press his head to the floor maybe... he'll twitch and enjoy it, he'll apologise and start begging for you"
Eddie moaned around Billy at the thought. He slipped a leg off of the seat, pressing his crotch at the edge. He desperately ground his crotch against it, looking for some pleasure to chase.
"There's so much we can do" Billy lifted his hand and tugged the bandana from Eddie's head. He sat up, tugging at the hair bobble freeing those pretty curls from the lazy high tail. "He'd be grateful for it all, thanking you and praising you for it" he nudged Eddie's head from his stiff cock and nudged it down to his sack. "You could strangle him with your thighs and in fact you should, Eddie, he might cum right then and there as he drowns in you"
Eddie closed his glazed eyes, dragging his tongue over the centre of the smooth sack. "Hm" he rested his his hands on Billy's thighs. "He'll regret bullying me" he sucked one of the balls between his lips, pressing his tongue against it as he sucked eagerly.
"Poor little Steve will be questioning why he was ever so cruel to you in the first place" Billy reached down to his discarded jacket. He patted along it until his fingers brushed over a familiar shape. He tugged a small tub of Vaseline free that had gradually become a use for multiple things rather than just leather care. "Hey" he set the tub down on his hip. "Two fingers, no more" he ordered.
Eddie being Billy's good boy nodded and pulled his mouth away. "You really think he'll want to?" He asked, twisting the lid open. He lowered his shoulder hooking underneath Billy's knee. "Yeah, he's flustered but how sure are you that he wants us?" He asked, scooping a generous amount of the greasy substance on two of his fingers.
Billy pursed his lips together for a moment in thought as he began to question how he could convince Eddie that Steve definitely wanted them. His eyes brightened as an idea quickly came to mind. "Hmm, I know exactly how prove it to you, feel like making a phone call when we get back?"
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"Ugh, seriously? I haven't even gotten my shoes off yet, dude" Steve groaned in frustration. He stomped over to the ringing phone, grumbling to himself about the lack of peace in his life. He yanked the phone off the receiver, glaring into the wall with anger. "Harrington resident" his best good boy voice. His grumpy expression was quickly replaced as he heard such filthy noises from the other side of the line.
"Why hello, pretty boy! Hope I'm not interrupting anything"
"I-I... uh, uh no-no, you..." Steve struggled to find his words. This was the second time in his life he had been excited to have Billy interacting with him. Maybe a little too excited. "Y-y-y-you" he sucked in a breath. "Yousoundverybusyactually!" He forced his words out quickly as the sweet whimpers and moans of pleasure swam around his ears.
"Oh, you mean this?"
A loud smack sounded alongside a yelp then a little breathless giggle. Steve's breath hitched in his throat and he pressed his hand to the wall bracing himself.
"Oh no, in fact, my metal princess here dared me to call you, Harrington! How dirty, huh?"
"No I didn't!"
The whine was quickly interrupted by another yelp. Steve could only imagine how those perky cheeks jiggled under each hit. How red they must be. "H-he did?" He asked and swallowed. "Uh.. hi, Eddie" Wow. Nice one, Steve! His jeans seemed to tighten as the moans quickly came back this time mixed with pleading.
"His pussy is so tight, pretty boy, warm too"
The smooth moan of pleasure escaped Billy. Steve moved his hand from the wall to his crotch as if he was trying to push it away and keep a hold of the small amount of sanity he had left.
"He's clenching around me... oh, it feels so good"
"I-I thought about it" Steve was already close to spilling his filthy thoughts. "I was... I was thinking about it earlier! On my break... shit" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, fumbling with his belt buckle.
"Really, Stevie? As a matter of fact we were thinking about you too, weren't we, baby?"
"Mhm... p-put it back in!"
"Oh god, he's like a drug..." Steve breathed, tugging his underwear down just enough to free his aching member. "What were you thinking about?" He asked and brought his hands to his lips. He opened his mouth, licking his palm to wet it just enough.
"Oh no, you're telling us, Harrington"
Another smack and a yelp. God, these two were going to be the death of him.
"You want Steve to tell us everything, right? Wanna know how much he wants your pussy?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Je-jesus... how are you not ravishing him?" Steve questioned. With how pathetic his little whimpers sounded Steve would've rammed the tears out of him. Eddie's moans started again, louder this time as if he was being completely and utterly destroyed by Billy's cock. "I want you two riding me! I couldn't... fuck I couldn't stop thinking about it, Billy, how good you two would look bouncing on my dick" the crumbling king was stroking himself quickly. He had seen Billy's body. Gorgeous, thick muscle yet pudgy abdomen, arms as big as his head, thighs bigger than his head with tan skin so smooth and inviting; how could he forget? It haunted him.
"Oh no, Steve, unfortunately for you I won't be letting your dick anywhere near my hole, who's that saved for, Eddie?"
"M-me! Only I can fuck you, blondie, only me"
"That's my good boy"
A few kisses and a soft whine. A hiss of pain. Steve felt his knees shake as he imagined Billy biting at Eddie's pretty neck. A brief flash of anger tan through him till it dulled into disappointment. He desperately wanted to see those glorious thighs in action as Billy rode him.
"I know something else I could ride though, pretty boy, that face of yours will be the perfect throne for me"
"Oh, fuck!" Steve moaned at the thought. He leaned his arm against the wall and leaned his forehead against his forearm. "You wanna ride my face, Hargrove?" He closed his eyes, chasing the pleasure and the suddenly very delicious thought of being able to bury his face in between Billy's well toned cheeks. He saw no pubic hairs in the showers back in high school so was back there was cleanly shaved too?
"Oh the things we want to do to you, pretty boy, the things we want to do"
"Hah... gonna.... fuck, Billy! Gonna be... be good for your masters, big boy?"
Billy was moaning as Eddie spoke. Steve began to wonder if he had died and gone to heaven. "Yes... yes, masters!" The king forced out quickly between shaken breaths. He was was leaking, spreading the pre over his fingers. "A-anything.." he was stumbling over his words. Then he heard it: a sly chuckle between soft whimpers.
"Stop touching yourself"
The freckled man's eyes snapped open. "What?" He froze, hand still gripping his weeping dick. "Y-you can't be..." he sputtered, reluctant to stop.
"You heard what Eddie said, piggy, stop playing with yourself!"
Steve was being tormented by those grunts and moans. He wanted to chase them and he wanted those pretty mouths to be making them because of him. He gritted his teeth, slowly letting go. "I... I've let go... now what?" He asked, swallowing. Why did he feel do nervous all of a sudden?
"Don't touch it at all... fuck... oh, 'm so close, Eddie..."
"Fill me up! Fuck, fill my pussy, please!"
A pang of jealousy hit Steve in his chest. He couldn't work out why though. He stared down at his throbbing cock and closed his eyes. He swallowed, sighing through his nose as the desperate moans seemed to ring out. Eddie's scratchy voice pleading, whimpering Billy's name as the panting from the blonde grew.
"We.... we want you to come to our place! Saturday, we'll pick you up from work... ugh, fuck! You're so tight, Eddie..."
"Yes! Yes! Understood!" Steve stood up straight and slammed the phone on the receiver with wide eyes. He was quiet for a moment. He gripped his hair with both hands and groaned. "Why did I do that?!" He yelled out.
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Meanwhile the two power bottoms sat up straight staring at the phone in Billy's hand. "Huh... he chickened out on the call" he hooked the phone back on the receiver and leaned back against the couch. He squirmed slightly, getting comfy in his ugly, lazy clothing.
"Well, that's just pathetic" Eddie slouched on the pillow, licking his fingers free of the sticky marinade from his chicken wings. "If he's having a melt down over just our voices" he sat up and sat with his legs crossed and picked up a slice of pizza, pulling his arm back till a cheese string snapped and hit his baggy grey hoodie. "Not even our real moans and he was breaking, those gears in his head" he opened his mouth, taking a large bite of the pizza.
"They were breaking... poor little piggy" Billy snorted, untwisting the bottle cap to a two litre of Diet Coke. "Hey are there any of those Mozza sticks left?" He asked, looking at the numerous takeaway boxes.
"Oh... I ate the last ones... you want a cheese jalapeno triangle?" Eddie picked up the box and held it out to Billy. "They aren't as spicy as they could be though... very mild"
Billy looked at the box and shrugged, taking it. "Eh, they'll do"
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Steve sat on his stool, tapping his fingers together as he stared intently at the cash register. It had been a full four days since the sensual phone call. Those moans were replaying over and over in his mind if he was even left a second alone with his thoughts. He hadn't heard or seen the two leather clad men. But oh had he imagined them! Somehow he even continued to follow the order. He hadn't touched himself. No matter how hard, how leaky his cock had gotten he continued to follow the order.
"Steve" Robin leaned her elbows on the counter. "Why don't you just call them?" she asked, moving her hands to her chin.
"Because... I don't actually know their number" Steve admitted. He could guess how they go his though. Eddie had most likely gotten it from Dustin during one of their little gaming sessions. "I've been wanting to because I... This is worse than when I broke up with Nancy" he whispered, pressing his face into his palms.
"Comparing a teasing phone call you got from two of the gayest men in Hawkins to you little high school tragic romance? Are you in love with them?" Robin questioned, pressing her hands on to the counter. She leaned in close to her very thirsty best friend. "Steve, you can barely handle them over a phone call you cannot handle them two at once!"
Before Steve could speak the door opened. "Go tend to the costumers, Robin" Steve's voice was muffled and he let out a sigh. He moved his hands away once Robin did and breathed in deeply through his nose then breathed out slowly through his nose. Steve closed his eyes. He just needed to get through the next few hours then maybe once he got home, start a warm bath, sink down and-
"Harrington"
Steve opened his eyes.
Eddie Munson stood with his arms folded as he raised a brow. "Were you sleepin' there?" he asked, unfolding his arms to tap a brown envelope to his thigh. Eddie's appearance was much more relaxed from the last time Steve had seen him. Hair was loose, no eyeliner, a Dio muscle tank, pair of light blue torn shorts and a pair of black boots with white socks scrunched around his calves.
Steve nodded and opened his mouth then closed it. He lifted his hand and waved it a little.
"Riiiight, your brain is still broken" Eddie replied to the wave and lifted up the envelope. He tapped it on Steve's forehead. "These are for you, Stevie, Billy's address is in there and his number" he set it down on the counter in front of Steve. "We want you to come over tonight"
Steve paused. The gears could be heard struggling to grind. "What?" he asked, hand hovering over the envelope.
Eddie leaned his hands on the counter, bringing his face close to Steve's. "We want you to come over, Steve, we're going to be expecting you actually" his lips tugged into a smirk. "I'm sure you've been a good boy and following that little order too, right? So you deserve a reward" he pulled away from the counter. "Enjoy the pictures" he stepped away and turned walking towards the door.
"Pic...pictures?" Steve mumbled and picked up the envelope. He popped it up and peeked inside. Then he closed it again and had to wonder; was this reality? The envelope was lowered till it was out of view from Robin and other patrons. The fallen king opened the envelope again and allowed the photographs to slip into his hand. There were only three but from the top one of Eddie it was clear that these were for his eyes only.
The first picture being of Eddie was bringing a deep red to Steve's cheeks. Eddie was wearing his leather trousers, they were unzipped and no underwear could even be seen. Eddie's bare chest was shining from the camera light's glare. His hands were pressed against the table behind him and his thighs were parted. Steve could only stare at the pudge being squeezed by the unusually shiny leather. He had yet to notice the tongue peeking out from Eddie's plump lips and the little wink through half damp hair. Written at the bottom of the photograph in silver marker was 'Billy had a little too much fun with some oil'
The second was of course of Billy. The blonde was sat with his legs parted and a gloved hand cupping over a bulge in the leather. Those beautiful blue eyes were hidden by the shadows of a black muir cap with a pretty silver chain going along the front. Something Steve hadn't notice previously was a silver upside down cross ring on Billy's nipple. It had been hidden by the leather jacket that day. Steve began to realise that there was so much more he still had yet to see of the two. In the same silver marker read 'don't cream your pants, king Steve!'
The third nearly had Steve's blood cells bursting from his nose. Eddie and Billy were kneeling with their backs towards a large wall length mirror. Their backs were twisted to face their reflections. Billy's hand was in the air holding the camera. A cigarette hung between his lips and his eyes were in a squint to concentrate on the camera. Eddie kept a plain face with his big brown eyes seemingly staring into Steve's the longer the video store worker stared at the photograph. Both of the dominant men were naked. Hands on each other's ass cheeks, squeezing and tugging them aside to reveal their puckered bared holes. 'Think you can handle both of us?'
Steve's cock twitched in his jeans the longer he stared at the third photograph. He had imagined grabbing, squeezing, eating, penetrating those holes. While Billy gave no permission Eddie was seemingly willing to allow Steve inside. His palm pressed down over his clothed shaft and he made his choice without another wasted second. He was going to Billy's place tonight and hopefully he was going to be able to touch them or at the very least see more of their precious bodies.