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“So, spill!”
Robin’s head hung off Steve’s bed, and she walked her feet up the wall next to the Farrah Faucet poster no one knew he had tacked up. From her upside down vision, she lasered in on Steve, who crossed his arms and viciously cocked an eyebrow at his best friend.
“Spill what exactly?”
“Oh my god booooo,” she chided, “You know exactly what! Somebody had one Mister Eddie Munson over last night for a S-L-E-E-P-O-V-E-R. You can’t hide these things from me. I could recognize that cologne a hundred miles away.” Robin took a deep sniff of the bedspread she laid upon, sticking out her tongue and rolling her eyes up in her skull.
It wasn’t like Steve hadn’t planned on telling Robin about his weekend, but where would the fun be if he didn’t pretend to play dumb? He grinned, rolling his eyes.
“I have no idea what you could mean.”
“Oh c’mon, I want to know if it’s true!”
“If what’s true?”
Robin scoffed as if the answer should be obvious. “The Hanky Code! Black on the left. Was he?”
“Robin, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Was he what?”
Dumbfounded, Robin blinked twice before righting her position so she sat on the floor staring Steve in the face.
“You’ve… never heard of the Hanky Code? It’s all the rage in gay circles. You put a handkerchief, exactly like the one Eddie has, in your pocket when you go out. The color, the placement—it tells people what you’re into.”
Steve grumbled something about how he had never really expected to find himself in gay circles. Even before transitioning, he’d spent his whole life relatively comfortable in his attraction to girls and thought of himself as perfectly straight. Until Eddie.
“What does it mean, then? Black on the left.”
“Well, left pocket means dom, like a top, right means sub, like a bottom. That’s an oversimplification but you get what I mean. And a black hanky…” Robin paused for dramatic effect, relishing the moment. “That means you’re a sadist.”
Steve was silent. A top, that was fine. True enough based on the last few months. But a sadist? Images from dirty magazines he’d picked up here and there raced through his mind—he pictured men tied and gagged, with high heel-clad women stepping on their balls, or grinding down on his cunt.
“I’m gonna take that thousand-yard stare as a no,” Robin said, waving her hand in front of his face.
“Should I have known? Do you think he’s upset that I didn't ask?” Steve asked, face askance in abject terror.
Robin placed her hands on his shoulders. “I’m sure he didn’t want to freak you out, as I so obviously have, so early on. Maybe I’m just crazy and the handkerchief is a fashion thing. For metalhead boys or… something.”
Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Maybe I should ask Chrissy…”
A friend from Loyola he expected to fade away after graduation, Chrissy Cunningham had miraculously wound up in Steve’s life again after the cute boy with the wild eyes who played twice a week at the club Steve worked at introduced her as his girlfriend. She must have seen something on Steve’s face when Eddie told him, because once he had gone backstage to prep, Chrissy leaned across the bar towards Steve and whispered:
“He can be a little oblivious. Don’t worry, he would love to.”
Eddie agreed to meet him for dinner the next night, and two months went by in a blur. They’d had more than their fair share of sex in that time, but always in the back of Steve’s car after dates, nothing so formal as Eddie staying over like last time. Nothing that would give the opportunity for thought-out kinky sex. Steve felt more nervous than ever.
“Don’t worry so much,” replied Robin, “I’m sure you can just ask him about it.”
On Sunday night, Steve sat on the couch in Eddie’s dingy apartment, picking at a scab on his forearm and trying to watch the movie Eddie had chosen. It was hard enough to concentrate, absorbed as his mind was with Robin’s Hanky Code business, without Eddie’s hand on his thigh, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on his skin. Cock pulsing and soaking wet, he leaned into Eddie’s touch.
“Can I ask you something?” He muttered into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie started to kiss him.
“Anything,” replied Eddie. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. I just… Robin told me about this thing, the uh, Hanky Code, and I—“
Eddie cut Steve off with a belly laugh, tipping his head back and guffawing. “Buckley’s out here trying to give away my secrets, huh?”
“I wanted to make sure that I—that we—fuck, I… look, I just don’t want you to be holding back on me. If you like that kinda stuff—“
Eddie pulled his hands from Steve’s hips, clapping them firmly on his shoulders. “Steve. If I wasn’t happy fucking you, I wouldn’t do it. That’s a promise. We’ve been messing around for what, a couple weeks? How the hell am I supposed to whip out some crazy shit right off the bat? But I can see you want to ask me something. Shoot.”
Steve bit the inside of his cheek, snaked his hand into Eddie’s back pocket—“Easy there, tiger.”—and pulled out the handkerchief.
“Does this really mean you’re a sadist? With whips and stuff?”
Eddie plucked the piece of fabric out of Steve’s hand. “I prefer a good open-hand spanking myself. And tying people up. So to answer your question, yeah. It does.”
Steve’s breath hitched. Tying people up. All of a sudden the handkerchief became something new. His mind raced, but became aware of the widening grin on his boyfriend’s face.
“You know, something like this is actually pretty fun to start with,” Eddie said softly. He sounded a million miles away as Steve stared at the fabric. “But it’s not for everyone. There’s absolutely no shame in not wanting to get kinky.”
“What would you do?” Steve whispered.
Eddie turned, gripping Steve by the waist and pulling him onto his lap. Steve could feel the hard outline of his cock through Eddie’s jeans. Picking up the handkerchief again, Eddie held it up to Steve’s eyes.
“You can use it as a blindfold. Or,” he pulled Steve’s wrists together and draped it on top, “you use it as a tie.”
Exhaling a shuddering breath, Steve stared down at the hanky.
“If I don’t like it, will you stop?”
Eddie took Steve’s jaw gently in his fingers, tilting his head so they stared into each other’s eyes. The look on his face was so deadly serious it gave Steve chills.
“You only have to say the word. I would never, ever do anything to you that you didn’t want. Okay?”
Steve nodded.
“I need to hear you say it."
“Okay.”
Eddie leaned forward hugging Steve tightly, so tightly he thought he would crack. Then in one quick motion, he yanked off Steve’s crewneck and shirt and threw them to the floor.
“There we go. Much better. Now, do you want the tie or the blindfold?”
“The… tie.”
Steve held up his wrists, tapping the soles of his hands together. Eddie’s hand came up to press Steve’s forearms together fully, and wrapped the hanky tight around his wrists, an inch below the joint. Steve’s hands—his arms—were immobilized, bent at the elbows so his fingers hovered in front of his face. Instantly the mood shifted, and Eddie’s eyes shone with wild lust.
With no use of his arms at all, Steve felt an unexpected pulse in his cock as Eddie pushed him down on the couch, pulling off his own shirt before tugging down Steve’s shorts. Now only in his boxer briefs, with an unsightly wet spot in the center of the grey fabric, Steve hid his eyes with his fingers.
“Come on, big boy, no use getting shy on me now.”
Eddie gripped the knot in the hanky and pulled Steve’s arms above his head, draping his hands over the arm of the couch. Steve flushed, grinding his thighs together for some relief.
“Oh yeah. That’s a pretty picture. I should get my camera.”
Eddie tucked two fingers into the waistband of Steve's boxers. The pair locked eyes, and he raised an eyebrow, a nonverbal request for permission. Steve nodded.
Both of them were naked in seconds. Steve realized what it really meant to have his arms be so useless—all he could do was writhe on the couch, flexing his fingers above his head, as Eddie pinned down his legs. This motion was familiar, it was how Steve liked to be spread open and fucked, but now he felt shockingly vulnerable. Eddie took his time—delicately, barely stroking Steve’s cock, running lines up Steve’s thighs with his fingernails.
It felt incredible. The sensation made Steve’s head spin, yet Eddie kept stopping, right before the best part, right before it counted. It was driving him insane.
“Is begging part of it too?” Steve asked, flushed and panting.
Eddie was a different person when he locked eyes with Steve. His gaze was steely and lust-tinged.
“Begging is a good way to get what you want,” he replied, “but it might not work unless you do it right.”
Steve’s face flushed deep red. “P-please, Eddie. Fuck, I want you.”
“Want you to what?”
“To… fuck me. Make me come. Please, Eddie.”
Steve found himself scooped up in Eddie’s arms, his bound hands looped around his neck.
“Anything for you, baby. But let’s go to my room. There’s no curtains here, and the neighbor girl’s a bit of a pervert.”
Steve looked behind him to see Chrissy on her couch in the apartment across the way, watching TV and drinking a glass of wine. She was paying them no attention at all, but the last thing he wanted would be for her to peer over and see him buck naked and getting railed on Eddie’s couch.
Eddie took Steve into his room. There were no curtains here either, but the blinds were drawn across the alley. The older man sat down with Steve in his lap, their cocks grinding deliciously against each other, slick with precome. Each time the barbell of the piercing poking from the head of Eddie’s cock pushed up against Steve, they both groaned.
“God, baby you’ve got me so turned on,” Eddie growled, pressing his lips to Steve’s neck, chin, earlobes, cheeks, lips. “I could come just from grinding up against your cock.”
Steve moaned, wishing he could use his limply dangling arms to fist up Eddie’s hair. Instead he bit down on his collarbone, just enough to make Eddie hiss with pleasure.
“So what would you do to me here, if I did anything you asked?”
Eddie cocked an eyebrow, tipping Steve’s head back to look at him. “You just begged me to fuck you."
“I’m open to being convinced otherwise.”
With a devilish grin, Eddie pulled Steve off his lap and laid him down on the bed, arms still above his head.
“What I would do… what I wouldn’t do, honestly. Right now, what I’d want to do is spank you.”
Steve couldn’t suppress the flush of heat that ran through him hearing Eddie’s husky voice, combined with the way he devoured every part of him with his eyes. “Wouldn’t I need to be on my stomach for that?”
“Not there,” he replied, running his fingers up the slit between Steve’s legs and placing his entire hand over his cunt. “Here.”
Immediately aware of every cell Eddie’s hand was touching, Steve wriggled against his bind. “That… would hurt, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Eddie replied, a dreamy look on his face, before pulling back his hand, “I bet it would. But you did say anything. So, in the interest of full transparency.”
Steve shivered without Eddie’s touch. “You could try it. Not too hard though.”
Eddie’s hand returned, the heel of his palm rubbing a few tight circles on Steve’s cock, enough to make him moan and close his eyes before Eddie swatted his hand down.
“How did that feel?”
It hurt. Obviously it hurt, getting slapped in the cunt wasn’t going to be pleasant. But another sensation crept in behind the pain—a warmth as blood rushed to the impact site. Steve was already so turned on that more blood swelling his cock and his folds made everything tingle with pleasure, and Eddie tracing his fingers up and down his slit was not helping.
“A-again.”
Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. His hand came back in an instant, slapping the same spot as before. It hurt more the second time, but the hot rush of pleasure was stronger too. When Steve moaned loudly instead of wincing back, Eddie struck a third blow.
The third strike was too strong. Steve wasn’t sure if it was the sensitivity from the other two, or if Eddie was emboldened by the reaction, but he immediately withdrew his hand when Steve’s cry went from aroused to pained.
“Shit—that was too hard, wasn’t it? Are you okay? Let me untie that, we can stop.”
“I’m okay,” Steve said as Eddie pulled the handkerchief off his wrists. “It just surprised me. You don’t have to—“
“No, I can tell you’re done. Please don’t force yourself because you think I want it. You did good, baby,” Eddie cooed into Steve’s palm as he massaged and kissed his wrists. “You did so, so good for me.”
That was it. As much as he wanted to be irritated that Eddie had decided for him that he was done, Steve melted, moaning as Eddie kissed up his arms to his neck and finally to his waiting mouth. Eddie climbed onto the bed, and pushed Steve down, spreading his legs wide. The rush of air on his still smarting skin was electric, and Steve sucked in breath quickly through his teeth. Eddie looked so perfect, just the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he pulled a condom out of his nightstand drawer. Even though they weren’t doing anything kinky, he looked more excited than ever.
“D-do it again. One more time. Then you can fuck me.”
Eddie’s eyes flashed up to him. “I told you—“
“And I’m telling you. Do it again.”
“Jesus,” Eddie smirked, lining up his hand again. “How could I say no?”
This hit wasn’t as hard as before, but still Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth before letting it out as a moan. He was even more sensitive when Eddie slipped his cock inside, and the barbell of Eddie’s piercing rubbing up against his inner walls coupled with the press of skin on fiery skin when he bottomed out almost made Steve come right there.
“How you holding up, big guy?” Eddie asked, pressing his palm to the bedroom wall for extra leverage.
“Good—fuck, it’s good. Will… you tie my hands back up?”
Eddie grinned down at Steve like a wild animal, making quick work of the binding while slowing his thrusts. He intertwined his fingers with Steve’s and held his hands up to the wall, pressing their bodies as close as he could get them. The unrelenting contact on Steve’s cock sent jolts of pleasure through him, and he could feel his orgasm building.
“Kiss me.”
Eddie’s lips found his, suffocating him with a hungry kiss.
“I’m close,” Steve murmured.
Eddie bit down hard on Steve’s lower lip and sped up his hips, untangling his hand from Steve’s binding and moving it to cradle his face.
“Me too. Fuck, Steve, you feel so fucking good.”
Steve tipped his head back and came. Eddie followed not a second later, grinding his pelvis hard against Steve’s cock, making him whimper. They lay there a long time, waiting for their breath to slow down. After a few minutes Steve finally put his arms down, draping them over Eddie’s shoulders and stroking his back as much as he could while still bound.
“Shit, let me take that off.”
Eddie’s touch was gentle, massaging each of Steve’s wrists and kissing the red skin. He sat up to roll the condom off and Steve whined in protest.
“My blanket!” He joked, stretching his arms towards the bedroom door, where Eddie had slipped into the bathroom to throw the condom away.
“Don’t worry my prince, I’ll be right there.”
Eddie gathered their pile of clothes from the living room and flicked off the remaining lights in the apartment before slipping back into bed, where Steve had already pulled up the covers.
"So," he said, pressing a kiss to Steve's bare shoulder. "What did you think?"
"Not bad," replied Steve. "Not sure how much I'll want to keep doing any of it, but I had a lot of fun."
"That's always the goal. Thanks for bringing it up. Not everyone is so open-minded. I don't want you to feel like I'm hiding it from you, so don't hesitate to ask me about anything else again, okay?"
Steve smiled, kissing his boyfriend again. "I absolutely will."