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Polaris | 6| Power in Your God's Name

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson

Rating: Explicit (All characters 18+)

Summary: Eddie's a thigh guy and Gareth has the best ones. Gareth also has the best ideas about what to do with them.

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: Dry humping, consensually one-sided, smidge of referenced dysphoria, reference to past underaged sex, excessive use of "Good boy"

A/N: Full notes on Ao3

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Eddie loved Gareth’s thighs. Loved all of him, really, but his thighs seemed like a safe thing to say he loved when Gareth felt weird about his body. I mean, thighs are neutral, right? Everyone has them. And there’s no wrong way to have thighs. There were guys with skinny thighs and thick thighs and strong thighs and just about every type you could imagine. But Gareth had the best ones.

Even though they weren’t well-defined, Eddie knew they were strong. Stronger than his, probably, built up by years of drum pedals and riding bikes up the damn hill he’d grown up on and those two summers he’d spent working in a feedlot, lifting and carrying hundred-pound bales of hay to pay for school. He could squat Eddie’s weight easily, with Eddie draped over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and drunk off their asses, making bets with each other because there was fuck-all else to do in Indiana. He also could pin Eddie between them so tightly it was hard to breathe.

They were so soft, too, a perfect pillow for Eddie’s head when they were cuddling lazily and passing a joint back and forth. Gareth was, to Eddie’s delight and his own annoyance, a little chubby. Eddie referred to it as sturdy to spare Gareth’s feelings, but he reveled in it. He was just cute, his pretty boy, generously shaped and so lovely to snuggle. So lovely to dig wanting fingers into, to press against, to hold. Such lovely, soft thighs to get lost between.

The skin was pale and freckled around the top of his knees where his jeans were always ripped and the sun could work its magic, the insides of his thighs and just under his butt striped by a topography of stretch marks that had faded to a silvery white over the years. Gareth didn’t like them, but Eddie loved to trace them with the tip of his finger, the tip of his tongue, feeling the alternating texture of the subdermal scarring and the smooth skin. 

They were dusted with fine, almost-blond hair, less noticeable than further down his leg, but still enough to catch the afternoon sun at the beach when his trunks rode up a little. It was silky and soft like peach fuzz, and Eddie would very much like to rub his face against those thighs for hours if Gareth would let him.

Eddie’s favorite thing, though was how they looked when Gareth sat, the relaxed shape of them spreading slowly across his seat and pulling against the seams of his jeans, stretching the acid-washed denim tight as he shifted back in his seat and let his knees fall to the sides in imitation of how every man sat. The way his jeans creased around the hip and smoothed across the plane of his thigh when he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his knees. How the muscle on top tensed when he went to stand again, the transformation they took on when he was back on his feet.

Eddie was obsessed. 

Gareth knew Eddie was obsessed, or at least he could guess at it considering how often Eddie went out of his way to lay a hand on one, or how often Gareth had to subtly check his fly because Eddie was staring at something below his belt, only for Eddie to realize he’d been staring and snap his gaze away. Or the way Eddie worshipped them with his mouth and hands whenever he had half a chance to. That was probably the biggest clue.

It gave Gareth ideas, sitting in the too-big, too-squashy armchair they’d dragged home, watching Eddie tidy up their little kitchen after dinner. When he’d finished, he joined Gareth. Usually, it was Gareth who took the floor, since he liked to sprawl on his stomach, but today Eddie was the one preparing to fold his legs and plop on the carpet—at least he had been until Gareth hooked his fingers in Eddie’s belt loops and pulled him down to straddle his lap.

Eddie settled there easily. His knees found a place on either side of Gareth’s hips, pinned against the arms of the chair, and if he twisted his ankle just so, he could drag the ball of his foot up the back of Gareth’s calf. 

“Hi,” He breathed. This wasn’t their normal—neither of them really sat in the other’s lap, but maybe they’d need to change that, because looking down at his boyfriend from his perch in his lap, Eddie thought that he’d been apparently missing out on something wonderful.

“Hi yourself,” Gareth replied, shifting his hands from Eddie’s belt loops to cup his hips. Eddie’s ass was bony as hell, digging into his lap, but he looked so sweet sitting there that Gareth could ignore it.

Eddie actually sort of towered over Gareth like this. When standing, there was just a two-inch difference in their heights, but like this, Gareth had to raise his chin to look at Eddie. Eddie took the invitation to lean forward and bring his lips to Gareth’s, kissing him lazily. It was rare they both had an evening off together, and Eddie thought making out in their ugly armchair was a pretty good way to spend it.

Gareth tasted like the beer he’d had with dinner, Eddie like the cigarette he’d smoked while cleaning up. They kissed slowly, eyes falling closed and lips barely moving, just enjoying the closeness. Gareth caressed circles into Eddie’s hips with his thumbs and Eddie brought his hands up to cradle Gareth’s jaw between them. There was a tape playing in the background quietly—a mix of songs they both loved, something that Eddie had made for Gareth’s last birthday-slash-their anniversary. It was perfect.

They parted for a moment to breathe, and Eddie rested his forehead against Gareth’s. Gareth, who looked up at him with those innocent blue eyes and a sweet smile as he took Eddie’s hips in his hands and rolled them against his thighs. Gareth, who’d felt something growing in Eddie’s jeans as they kissed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Eddie groaned, eyes fluttering closed.

The next time Gareth went to rock him, Eddie’s hips moved of their own accord, rutting against the space between Gareth’s thighs and looking surprised, as if his body had gone off on its own and done that.

“Remember when I turned seventeen, and we were drunk and stoned and you had all sorts of questions?” Gareth asked, voice casual but hands still guiding Eddie’s torturously slow movements, “Like, what I did with the girls I brought home? How I had sex with them? Remember that?”

How could Eddie forget? He’d practically taken notes on the conversation, gleaning what he could from Gareth’s experience. 

“Mmhmm…” Eddie’s voice was breathy—distant—as his eyes closed and he focused on the not-quite-enough friction he could manage. “Y’said you let them ride your thigh, told them they were good…”

“Eddie?” Gareth stilled his hands and stopped Eddie’s motion, “You wanna be good for me?”

There was a beat or two of silence before Eddie whined, needy and wanting. This wasn’t their usual dynamic. Usually, it was Eddie in charge, Eddie asking those questions, Eddie offering to make Gareth feel good. But his cock twitched in his jeans and a thrill raced up his spine at Gareth’s voice, low and sweet and teasing, all at the same time.

“Yes. Yes, I wanna…” He murmured, nuzzling into Gareth’s curls mindlessly, “Wanna be good.”

Gareth grinned to himself, pleased that Eddie wanted this, pleased to have figured out how to make him melt with just a few words, pleased to have found something he could offer Eddie that was just centered on Eddie’s pleasure. He repositioned Eddie a little, stretching one leg out straight and nudging Eddie to sit just on the bent one. When he rolled his hips experimentally, Eddie shivered at the more defined sensation.

Gareth wouldn’t let Eddie set his own pace, though. Each time he started to build up speed, Gareth’s hands on his hips would slow him back down, fingers digging into the flesh to set the pace himself. 

“Slow, baby. We’ve got all night,” He coaxed, correcting Eddie for the third time, “There, that’s good… so good for me, Eddie.”

Eddie wanted to riot, but that would mean getting off of Gareth’s lap, and that was unthinkable. He was painfully hard in his jeans, confined in a way that made it sinfully easy to grind against the softness of Gareth’s thigh but hard to get anywhere quick. 

He’d already soaked through his boxers, leaking precum like a desperate teenager. It would only be a matter of time before the dampness soaked into his jeans to leave a dark patch on Gareth’s thigh. Eddie probably should have been embarrassed at the needy sounds he made, how close he already was just from humping his boyfriend’s leg, but that would have required him to think about anything other than the drag of his fly against Gareth’s thigh—those delicious thighs Eddie was so crazy for.

“A little faster, baby,” Gareth cooed, finally urging him to pick up the pace a bit. He was watching Eddie’s face intently, reading all the little expressions flickering across it. “Good boy. You’re getting close, aren’t you? You look so pretty like this, Eddie.”

Eddie rocked faster, letting Gareth lead his rhythm because he was too far gone to do anything but chase that light at the end of the tunnel, growing brighter with each pass. His pace faltered, but Gareth caught him, encouraging him to keep going with praises said so lovingly and lips pressed so sweetly to every inch of him that Gareth could reach.

“So pretty, Eddie. Such a good boy, look at you… Look how beautiful you are, riding my thigh.”

“Close,” Eddie whimpered, head tossed back and back arching as he chased his release, “‘m so close.”

“It’s okay, Eddie, you can come. Be good for me—let me see you come like this,” Gareth whispered, watching in awe. This was better than any girl he’d been here with. Eddie was angelic. Gareth thought he might get off on just watching alone.

The soft encouragement was all that was needed to nudge him over the edge. Eddie spilled in his pants with a broken groan, rutting against Gareth until he was oversensitive and whimpering—until Gareth managed to get him to still.

“Shh, you’re done. Good boy… good boy, Eddie.”

As soon as he did still, Gareth’s fingers were in his hair, combing it back from his face, trailing down his throat, tracing his lips, touching him until his eyes finally opened again and he came back to the land of the living.

“There you are,” Gareth greeted him with a smile.

“Hi,” Eddie managed in a shaky whisper. Gareth reached up to gather Eddie to him, bending his other leg again to relieve some of the pressure and distribute Eddie’s weight across his lap.

“Did so good, Eddie,” Gareth whispered, continuing to pet his hair, his back, his trembling leg draped over Gareth’s lap. Eddie preened under the praise. “Looked so fuckin’ pretty. I’m so lucky you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” Eddie drawled with a little huff of a laugh, “That was… wow. Fuck.” He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to will some life back into his strung-out body.

“Yeah?” Gareth asked, pleased at the response, “It was good?”

“Good? Jesus, Gare… Shit. Yes, yes it was very good.” Eddie trailed his fingers down Gareth’s chest slowly from where they’d been locked onto his shoulders, coming down to toy with the button on his jeans. “Lemme return the favor?”

Gareth hesitated. He didn’t want anything, really. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with his body tonight, he’d just wanted to work Eddie up and watch him fall apart for him. 

“Oh, uh, you don’t… I don’t…” Gareth stammered. Eddie watched with those dark, huge eyes of his, too keen for someone who’d just been too strung out to even stop when he was finished.

“Not tonight?” He asked. The sun was beginning to set outside giving the light an ethereal peach glow as it fell on Eddie. Gareth wished he could photograph it.

“Not tonight,” He agreed, “I just wanted to watch you.”

Eddie’s mouth twisted into his easy, lop-sided grin, looking entirely too smug for someone who was sitting in underwear soaked in his own mess.

“Enjoy the show?”

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Polaris | 5 | Tie You Down, Down I Come

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson

Rating: Explicit (All characters 18+)

Summary: Eddie wants to be in control, and Gareth wants to give it to him.

WC: 5.4k

Warnings: D/s, brat!Gareth, softdom!Eddie, truly lackluster negotiation of kink and boundaries, oral (AFAB person receiving), light bondage, teensy-weensy bit of sadomasochism that is tame as hell (they are learning, the babies), fingering (AFAB person receiving), multiple orgasms/overstimulation, P in V sex, spanking, threat of choking but not really doing it.

A/N: Them figuring out what they like together <3 A little manhandling and Gareth's over here diving head-first into subspace like it's an Olympic sport and he's going for gold.

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They hadn’t really talked too much about what had happened at Christmas, but not a day went by that Eddie didn’t think about it. How Gareth reacted to the bites and nips, how doe-eyed he’d looked when he asked Eddie to be gentle with him, how he’d struggled just enough to get Eddie to overpower him, how drenched he’d been. It was pretty much the only thought in his head every time he showered, jerking himself under the shower spray and muffling his noises with his forearm.

He desperately wanted to talk about it. Eddie just didn’t know how to broach the subject with Gareth. He was nervous he’d push him a little too much. They’d been working so hard to build trust in each other, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. But he just couldn’t leave it alone.

Gareth came home that evening, shoulders set tight and drawn up high, stress written in the lines of his face. His classes were hard this semester, and Gareth was struggling with them and juggling his tutoring job, and he just seemed on edge all the time. Eddie greeted him with a kiss, taking his backpack from him and trading him a beer for it.

“You’re a goddamn saint, Eddie,” Gareth groaned, taking a deep drink from the bottle. “Whatcha makin’? Smells good.”

All through the evening, Eddie watched Gareth closely, gauging his mood, trying to figure out if his advances would be welcome. Once they’d eaten and they’d cleaned up, Eddie decided he might as well make a slow move.

He reached for Gareth while he was grumbling to Eddie about his tutoring students, fingers kneading at the sore spot he knew lived in each of his shoulders. Gareth groaned softly and let his head drop forward to stretch his tight neck, still complaining.

“It’s like they expect me to hold their hand through everything. I have to know everything and guide them through it all and remind them to schedule and remind them to show up and figure out the lesson plan and just… argh! I hate it. I don’t want to be in charge.”

Eddie’s ears perked up at that. Not be in charge? Eddie could work with that. He could be in charge.

“So let me be in charge for a little,” He said casually, digging at the nasty knot that had formed in Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth hissed at the feeling.

“You want to take over my students?” His voice was amused, “Tell them what to do? Good fuckin’ luck.”

“No, just you.”

Gareth went still, and Eddie got ready to backpedal. He’d fucked up. That crossed the line. He should have just waited for Gareth to come to him.

“Or not. It’s… Sorry. Never mi—”

“Okay,” Gareth agreed, interrupting him. 

“Okay?” Eddie asked hesitantly. He hadn’t really expected that answer. He hadn’t really thought this far ahead. How in charge was he? What did that even mean?

“Ye-p.” Gareth popped the final consonant. 

“Um… I… Okay. Yeah. Okay.”

Gareth reached up for Eddie’s hands, lifting them off his shoulders and turning around to face him and press against his chest and tuck his face in Eddie’s neck. Eddie let his arms drape around Gareth’s waist.

“I trust you. And I know you want to.”

Eddie wet his lips. “Uh…”

Gareth laughed into his neck. “I know you, Eddie. You’ve been my best friend most of my life. We’ve talked about sex and shit before, back when it was with other people, ‘member?”

Eddie’s face was burning. Okay, so maybe he had thought about trying some of the things he’d been interested in with Gareth, even before Gareth had sort of… given himself to Eddie at Christmas. And Eddie felt guilty as hell about it. 

“It’s okay, Eddie,” Gareth said earnestly, pulling back to look at him. “Please don’t be embarrassed, not with me.”

Gareth was looking at him so sweetly, so fervently, how could Eddie say no to him? He should have known Gareth would accept him, no matter what he might have wanted to try. But then Gareth leaned up to whisper in his ear, and Eddie knew he was done for.

“Remember at Christmas? When you wanted to know what had made me so wet for you? I liked it, standing in front of you after you’d undressed me, and you still had all your clothes on. Feeling vulnerable and exposed for you…”

Eddie groaned, not at all proud of the noise he made. “Jesus Christ, Gareth…”

Gareth was smirking. Eddie couldn’t see him, but he just knew. His boy had him right where he wanted him, practically swooning for him. 

“So… did you just want to talk about it… or are you gonna do something about it?” Gareth’s breath tickled his ear and he prodded Eddie just a little further. Stirred the pot a little more.

“I think there’s supposed to be some talking before you just agree to stuff like this,” Eddie breathed. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“I trust you. Be sweet to me?”

Eddie was biting his lip, surprised he hadn’t managed to cut it with his teeth. Gareth would be the death of him. He already knew what buttons to press to get Eddie to do what he wanted.

“If you don’t like something…”

“I’ll tell you to stop. Or tell you no, or ow, or something like that.”

After a moment, Eddie agreed. “Okay.” His hands drifted down to squeeze Gareth’s perfect, pert little ass. “Strip. Uh… as much as you want to.”

Gareth rolled his eyes but pulled out of Eddie’s arms to undress. “I thought you were supposed to be in charge.”

“I’m in charge right up until your brain says no,” Eddie responded, heading to his dresser across their tiny studio. 

He had plenty of bandanas that would be soft on Gareth’s skin as he tied him up, if he let Eddie try. Eddie thought he might want to have a few close by… just in case. He heard the clunk of Gareth’s belt buckle hitting the floor. When he turned back, he found Gareth standing in his boxers unwinding himself from his binding and grumbling under his breath about it. Eddie stopped to watch for a moment, before realizing he should probably help. 

“Let me,” He said, taking the messily wadded dressing out of Gareth’s hands and making quick work of the remaining wraps. Eddie dropped it in a pile on the floor and yanked Gareth’s boxers down. Gareth made a rather undignified squeak at being stripped bare, but Eddie was herding him towards the bed before he could fuss more.

“Lay down,” He ordered, but Gareth pulled up short. 

“Make me,” He challenged, hands on his hips as if he wasn’t standing buck-ass naked in the middle of their living room-slash-bedroom. Eddie squinted at him. Wasn’t the point of this that he wasn’t in charge?

Oh. Oh, you brat. Shit… Of fucking course his beautiful boyfriend who constantly needed an attitude adjustment would say Make me. Eddie really should have guessed. No one could make Gareth do anything, but maybe that was part of the fun.

“Fine.” Eddie shrugged and threw Gareth over his shoulder, getting him off the floor before he realized what was happening, and dumped him unceremoniously on the bed. Gareth landed with a bounce, all of his soft parts jiggling preciously. God, Eddie loved this boy. 

Gareth’s eyes were black when he looked up at Eddie leaning over him, caging him against the mattress with a hand next to each shoulder.

“Be good or I won’t be sweet,” Eddie growled. 

He hoped Gareth couldn’t see just how hard Eddie was watching him for the tiniest shift towards uncomfortable. If he flinched even slightly or glanced away… anything that made Eddie think he was having doubts, he’d back down. Instead, he watched Gareth’s eyes get impossibly darker and his lips part. Gareth’s tongue darted between his lips to wet them. 

“Are you going to be good?” He questioned, dipping lower. He teased his lips over Gareth’s, not quite a kiss.

“Are you going to give me a reason to be good?” Gareth’s lips brushed against Eddie’s, teasing back in equal measure. 

“Be good and you’ll find out.” Eddie wasn’t sure if he should let himself get lured into Gareth’s game, but damn, it was fun. He watched as Gareth’s mouth twisted in thought.

“Mm, pass.”

Eddie could have strangled him, but actually… He settled his left hand on Gareth’s throat, tenderly holding the fragile shape of it at arm’s length and ever-so-gently pressing him into the bed. His thumb swiped along the side of it, up and down, feeling the throb of Gareth’s pulse as it jackrabbit’d under his touch. Gareth squirmed, but he lifted his chin to surrender to Eddie.

“Shit, okay. Okay, I’ll be good.”

The sight of Gareth on his back, Eddie’s own fingers wrapped around his throat sent most of the blood in his body south. He gave himself a little shake and changed the grip to a caress.

“Okay?”

Gareth nodded as best he could with a hand on his throat, and echoed, “Okay.”

Eddie stroked his fingers down Gareth’s throat again, following them with his eyes until he rested his palm in the center of Gareth’s chest.

“Want me to tie you up?” He offered cautiously. He wouldn’t spring something like that on Gareth just because he was in charge, but if he agreed to it, Eddie would happily do it. But judging by the squirming as Gareth squeezed his thighs together, the thought didn’t offend him.

“Yeah… hands only, though?” Gareth breathed, looking already on the edge of being blissed out, and Eddie hadn’t even touched him, yet.

“Give me your hands, then.” Eddie reached for a bandana and held one hand out for Gareth’s wrists. He looped the bandana around both of them softly, capturing them together, and pushed Gareth’s arms over his head.

“Budge up,” Eddie instructed, waiting for Gareth to wriggle higher on the bed so he could knot the fabric around one of the bars on their headboard. When he’d done so, he tucked an end of it into one of Gareth’s hands.

“If you pull down on this, it won’t move. If you pull that piece to the side, it’ll untie, okay?” He explained, giving his hands a few tugs to demonstrate. Gareth nodded, but his eyes were already glassy and Eddie didn’t trust that he’d paid attention. “Hey, what did I just say?”

“Down, no untie. Sideways, untie,” Gareth paraphrased. It wasn’t the most eloquent, but for someone who looked like they’d already been fucked, Eddie would take it.

“Good boy,” Eddie praised, and Gareth squirmed a little, turning pink. Shit, he’s so cute like this. Look at him!

“Gonna touch you, okay?” Eddie said. He paused, and then very, very lightly smacked Gareth’s thigh when he didn’t respond.

“Okay! Jesus, okay. Yes. Whatever you want. Knock yourself out!” Gareth jolted out of his reverie at the half-hearted blow, quickly agreeing to Eddie’s question so he would just… touch him already. Please.

Eddie sat back on his heels, looking down at his love, sprawled in their bed with his hands tied over his head and looking oh-so-easy to tease. Eddie was struck by a wave of gratitude for the way Gareth handed over control to him so willingly. He wanted to make it worth it.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did the guy tied to the bed have an opinion?” Eddie teased, trailing the knuckles of one hand down Gareth’s side and watching him shiver. “Maybe I’ll take one after I’ve fucked you, huh? Get you looking so pretty and cock drunk.”

Gareth shivered again, this time without Eddie’s touch. Eddie leaned forward onto his hands, bracing an elbow on the bed so he could toy with Gareth’s curls and bringing the other to cup his cheek as he kissed him. Gareth parted his lips obediently as Eddie’s tongue quested along the line of his mouth. Eddie curled his tongue inside, playing the tip of his tongue along Gareth’s for a moment before Gareth tried to battle for domination of the kiss. Eddie pulled back, smirking as Gareth tried to follow his mouth before Eddie was out of reach.

“No. You get what I give you, you don’t get to take what you want,” Eddie chided him. 

He ducked in to give Gareth’s lower lip a sharp nip, pulling back out of reach before Gareth could connect their lips again. Gareth whined, his bitten lip slipping out in a pout. Eddie caught it between his teeth again, holding it with just enough pressure that the threat was clear. Gareth inhaled sharply through his nose, his squirming going still. Curious, Eddie gave an experimental tug and earned the softest whimper he’d ever heard.

“You like when it hurts a little, huh?” He asked, after he’d released Gareth’s lip from between his teeth and soothed it with a little peck. Gareth nodded slowly, understanding dawning across his face as he learned something about himself he hadn’t known before. 

“Want me to hurt you a little bit?”

The nod came very quickly this time, much more certain of what he was agreeing to. Yes. I want it to hurt, please. The fingers that had been twirling a curl around them fisted in Gareth’s hair, dragging his head back to expose the sweet little column of his neck. He nuzzled into the side of Gareth’s neck kissing and licking until he latched onto the spot almost behind his ear, where the mark would be hidden by his hair. Gareth hissed out a shit! and thrashed a little. Eddie didn’t release him until he was satisfied he’d left a mark that would last a week. 

 His next target was just below Gareth’s collarbone, raking his teeth over the skin harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue as Gareth trembled underneath him. When he felt Gareth relax again, Eddie pulled the flesh between his lips and sucked mark after mark, clustering them together into a messy stain that washed across the top of Gareth’s chest. He sat back to admire his handiwork, tracing a finger over the blossoming bruised. 

“Look so pretty like this. Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.” He cooed, delighting in the tremor that wracked Gareth’s body at his words. He winced internally when he realized that more than a few marks had dipped too low and Gareth was going to chew him out tomorrow morning when he went to bind again.

Eddie glanced down the length of Gareth’s body, watching in amusement as Gareth rubbed his thighs together, trying to get any little bit of friction he could. His hand cupped one hip, thumb tracing a sweeping half-moon arc over his sensitive belly.

“Poor thing, I’m neglecting you, aren’t I?” Eddie purred, enjoying how Gareth writhed needily. “Tell me what you want, pretty boy. Tell me how to make you feel good.” 

“Touch me, please, Eddie, please!” He whimpered, an edge of desperation tingeing his begging. Eddie felt himself fully harden again, cock straining in earnest now. Oh, I like that.

“I am touching you, Gareth,” Eddie laughed. He wanted to draw this out, get him really pleading. Gareth let out an annoyed huff and bucked his hips.

“Fuck me with your fingers!”

“Fuck me with your fingers… what?” Eddie’s smirk widened as he watched Gareth chewing on his own lip, trying to keep a civil tongue in his pretty, kiss-ruined mouth. Eddie could see his fuse burning low from here.

“Please,” He finally spat, like the word was a slur. 

“Only because you said please,” Eddie said, tone dripping with sarcasm.

But he still let his fingers slip into the crease of Gareth’s thighs, sliding up his slit and spreading the slick around. He’d never stop marveling at just how quickly and how generously Gareth got wet, even untouched. Eddie rubbed loose circles over Gareth’s core, teasing a little, while he urged his legs apart. Eddie shuffled into a better position where he could hook one of Gareth’s knees on his shoulder.

Gareth’s hips were rolling subtly in time with the lazy circles Eddie was giving him, chasing the pleasure where he could. He wasn’t complaining, though, just focusing hard with his eyes closed and brows furrowed. Eddie moved his hand down to the entrance, teasing the tip of a finger inside, before dragging his freshly soaked fingers up to play with Gareth’s lips.

Eddie’s fingers were slow but firm, playing the folds between them massaging the sensitive area and letting his fingers ghost over Gareth’s clit occasionally. He watched, mesmerized.

“Feels good,” Gareth whispered, tearing Eddie’s attention back up to him.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not enough, but it’s nice.” Gareth had picked his head up so he could look at Eddie, shoulders straining a little with the shift.

“Is that your way of telling me you want more? Not hearing a please, Gare.” A smile teased its way around Eddie’s lips, revealing one dimple.

“I said it felt nice!” He huffed.

“Still not a please…” Eddie’s hand shifted a little, bringing his focus to the sweet little bundle peeking from between the folds. The tip of his middle finger traced tight little circles around it, dragging a whimper out of Gareth. “I’ll be nice, though.”

Besides, Eddie didn’t see a reason why he should deny himself a taste. He wanted to see how far he could string Gareth along until he was ready to actually beg in earnest. He slipped onto his stomach, groaning as his bulge dragged against the mattress with the movement.

“Keep your legs open or I’ll stop,” He murmured, voice sweet despite the threat. Gareth let his knees fall open in obedience. He’d be good. He’d be so good if Eddie would keep touching him.

The first lick was always Eddie’s favorite. He could lay his tongue completely flat and ease into it, or tease just the tip of it along the seam of Gareth’s center and make him squirm, but no matter what, he finally got Gareth’s taste on his tongue. He opted for a lazy lick this time, dragging the tip of his nose through the mess Gareth had made of himself and nudging at his clit.

Eddie maintained his leisurely pace, nibbling and sucking and licking to his heart’s content, listening to Gareth’s little whimpers somewhere toward the head of the bed. He’d felt the bed shake once or twice as Gareth tugged on his hands. No doubt if they weren’t bound above his head, his hands would be on the back of Eddie’s head to hold him in place. But he was tied, and he was at Eddie’s mercy.

He did acquiesce a bit, slipping his middle finger inside to match his lazy pace. After a few passes, he added his ring finger, loving the feel of Gareth squeezing the digits as he worked them in and out. He crooked them slightly, caressing the place inside Gareth he could almost find by intuition now, noting with satisfaction how his legs began to tremble as he fought with himself to keep his legs in place.

“Good boy, Gareth. You’re being so good. Wanna come for me?” Eddie praised, thrusting a little faster with his fingers, angling for that perfect spot. He could feel Gareth slipping a little closer to the edge with each pass.

“Yeah…” His voice was high and thin, distracted-sounding as he worked so hard to stay where Eddie wanted him. Eddie swirled his tongue around his clit and drew it between his lips for a second, releasing it with a smacking sound.

“Come for me then, baby. Come on my fingers, I wanna see,” He encouraged, mouth back on Gareth to ease him into it. 

Eddie could feel it when Gareth’s orgasm hit him, clenching down on his fingers and flooding around them. His thighs jerked once before yanking themselves back into place, still trying to be so good like he was told to be. Eddie heard just a single, tiny whimper as Gareth came, then his body went slack.

“There you go, pretty boy, look at you. Think you can do that again for me?” Eddie’s fingers were still inside, feeling Gareth pulse around them, but he’d let them go still. He lapped a careful stripe up the length of him, carefully avoiding Gareth’s tender clit this pass.

Gareth hissed at the overstimulation, but he wasn’t writhing away. Eddie pressed a kiss to his clit and chuckled quietly as his boy’s hips jerked and whine escaped. Eddie flexed his fingers experimentally, brushing featherlight across the spongy little spot at his fingertips. 

“Gonna be good and come for me again? Need to hear you, pretty boy.” Eddie set a gentle pace against the sweet spot as he waited. He could already feel the wetness growing again.

“I’ll be good,” Gareth whimpered. He sounded wrecked already, and Eddie hummed in sympathy, lips pressed to his center and sending a little shock wave up Gareth’s spine.

“Keep your legs open, handsome. I wanna look at this pretty pussy.”

That was met with a grumble, which Eddie was happy to hear. If Gareth could bitch about it, he was okay to go again. The pace Eddie set with his mouth and his fingers was much quicker this time, giving Gareth no time to ease back into it. This time, Eddie could feel him jerking against the bandana around his hands again and again, whining Eddie’s name and shaking like an earthquake.

“Tell me no if you need to stop,” Eddie reminded him, lifting his head up to look for Gareth. His face was tucked against one of his own arms, the triceps of both standing out in sharp relief as he pulled on the bandana, but he manage to shake his head a little.

“‘m close.” was all he could get out before white light exploded behind his eyes and left him shuddering and twitching, gasping hard for air as it washed over him. He felt like he’d been slammed onto the bed as it receded, like that time he’d gotten pummeled by a wave and smashed against the sandy sea floor before he could claw his way back up for air. His chest was heaving the same way it had, then.

“You were there, apparently,” Eddie laughed, sitting up and withdrawing his fingers. Gareth made a face as he spasmed around nothing. 

“Shh, don’t fuss. I’ll fill you up again if you want it, but here,” Eddie soothed, pressing the tips of his sticky, dripping fingers to Gareth’s lips. 

He took them in his mouth, sucking them clean. His own taste flooded his mouth, which was something to get used to. He’d liked how girls tasted and liked how Eddie tasted, even though they were distinctly different. He wasn’t sure what he thought about his own, though. Eddie was wiping his face with the hem of his shirt, muffling his laughter as he tried to get clean. 

“Jesus, thought you were going to drown me. Did so good.” He leaned down to kiss Gareth, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Gareth liked how they tasted mixed together, he decided. “How’re your shoulders? You were pulling pretty hard.”

“‘m okay,” Gareth mumbled. He wasn’t even sure he owned shoulders. The only thing he could pay attention to was the heat already beginning to pool in his belly again.

Eddie reached past Gareth’s face to take the end of the bandana from his clenched fingers and give it a tug to free him. One at a time, Eddie brought each hand down to Gareth’s side when it was apparent he wasn’t going to do it himself, laughing under his breath at how useless Gareth was after he came.

“Wanna keep going or need a break?”

“Mm,” He purred, turning his face to nuzzle into the pillow, “Keep goin’.”

“Alright, useless boy,” Eddie laughed, “Think you can stay on your knees for me?”

It took some maneuvering, considering Gareth was living up to his pet name and doing very little to help change positions, but Eddie got him on all fours with some manhandling. Well, he was up on his knees, at least, plush ass in the air, but he was sort of face down in the covers.

“Can you breathe?” Eddie asked, amused with the scene.

“Mmhmm,” Gareth hummed, lazily wiggling his hips. 

“You’re going to smother yourself,” Eddie retorted, ignoring Gareth’s half-assed attempt to distract him. He gathered their pillows up and got an arm under Gareth’s chest so he could lift him up enough to stuff two of them underneath him. Now Gareth was resting on his shoulders, not his face. “God, give you an orgasm or two and you turn into Gumby.”

Gareth didn’t argue with him. “Tie m’up again.”

“You’re gonna be sore if you tie your hands up there again,” Eddie protested, but Gareth crossed his wrists behind his back.

“So don’t. Tie me here.” He made a satisfied noise when he felt the soft cotton bandana wrap around his wrists again and tug firmly into place.

Eddie sat back to survey the scene, idly palming himself through his jeans. Fuck, how did he get so lucky? He needed to get moving, though, if he wanted to get his dick wet before Gareth dozed off like that. Not his thing, if he was being honest. 

He’d already stripped his shirt off after using it for a rag earlier, so Eddie slipped off the bed to undo his belt and slide out of his jeans and boxers. It was his turn to whimper as his cock finally sprang free of its confines. He’d been furiously hard pretty much since he’d first tied Gareth up.

“How you doin’, pretty boy?” He asked as he fished in his nightstand for a condom, stripping it out of the foil wrapper and rolling it on in a stroke.

“I was promised dick, and there is no dick in me,” He laughed tiredly, still a little strung out. At least the feeling was beginning to come back to the rest of his body. Eddie snorted, kneeling on the bed behind him. Gareth’s ass fit so perfectly in his hands as he fondled it. 

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” Eddie asked, squeezing the soft flesh and watching the blood flood back into his fingerprints, erasing them after a moment. Gareth pressed his hips backward.

“So shut me up,” He challenged.

He wasn’t expecting the sting of Eddie’s hand landing on one ass cheek, reddening it and sending a shock through his system, or for the caress that followed.

“Oh look, that shut you up. Maybe I should beat that attitude out of you until you’re sweet again.” Eddie was leaning forward, over Gareth’s back as he growled in his ear. Gareth could feel Eddie's cock nudge his belly and whined.

“I’ll be good,” He surrendered quickly. 

“I don’t think you will be,” Eddie rasped, his voice making all the hair on the back of Gareth’s neck stand up. Gareth jerked when he felt Eddie’s fingers playing between his legs, tweaking his clit. “I think you keep saying you’ll be good just to get what you want. I think you should beg a little.”

Gareth rocked backward, trying to find more friction, and jolted as Eddie’s hand smacked down on the other side of his ass. 

“Please!” He blurted, ashamed of how fuckin’ desperate he sounded. “Please fuck me, Eddie, please! I’ll be so good, please… Fill me up. I’ll be so good! Please, Eddie!”

Eddie didn’t say anything, and for a moment, Gareth braced for another spank. Instead, he felt the blunt head of Eddie’s cock nudging at his folds, then the sudden burning stretch as his body tried to accommodate Eddie sinking into him. A sob was ripped from Gareth’s chest, his fingers flexing helplessly behind his back. He knew he could take Eddie. He’d done it plenty of times before, but shit, that first thrust always made him doubt if he could. Eddie bottomed out against his cervix, pressing uncomfortably against it, even as the pressure sent tingles through Gareth’s whole body.

In contrast to the painful stretch, Eddie’s hands were stroking his sides soothingly. Mercifully, he didn’t move until Gareth said something, just waited patiently until he was ready. This time, it felt like an eternity before he saw Gareth’s curls stir as he nodded.

“Okay. I’m okay.”

Slowly, Eddie drew back halfway, before driving into Gareth again, rougher than normal. He repeated the motion again, one hand wrapping around Gareth’s wrists for leverage and the other snaking down to play with Gareth’s clit. The pace he set was faster than Gareth would have chosen, but he wasn’t in charge. He didn’t have to choose, he just had to let Eddie take him apart piece by piece until he couldn’t think anymore. Eddie was devastatingly effective at that, it turned out.

Gareth’s next peak took him by surprise—he was toppling over it and spasming around Eddie’s cock before he’d realized what happened. Eddie hardly slowed for him, just long enough to check in and remind him he could tap out. When Gareth refused, Eddie set a punishing pace, snapping his hips into Gareth as he chased his own end. His fingers were getting clumsy between Gareth’s legs and his rhythm was beginning to falter, signaling the rapid approach of his own orgasm. 

“Fuck, Gareth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so good. You feel so good. God, shit I just wanna stay inside you forever.” Eddie was babbling, the way he did when it was too late for him to pull back. He was teetering on the edge and was going over in another moment. Gareth squeezed around him, delighting in the choked cry as Eddie pressed into him one last time, hips jerking as he filled the condom and the heat of it flooding inside of Gareth. 

Rough fingers drove in tight, quick little circles around his clit and shoved Gareth over the edge again, too, leaving them both whimpering as Gareth’s body, wracked by tremors, milked Eddie for all he was worth. 

Eddie did manage to pull out before collapsing onto his side with a string of soft swears. Gareth was still quivering, shifting his knees apart enough he could fold down and rest his butt on his heels, which was about as far as he could make it to flopping down with his hands still tied behind his back.

“Shit, sorry,” Eddie mumbled, fingers fumbling with the knot to free him. 

He pulled Gareth over sideways, dragging him to his chest to cuddle. He let him, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s fingers in his hair and his arm wrapped around his waist as he came down. Gareth’s head was empty, buzzing slightly with static feedback that seemed to originate from between his legs—but he also couldn’t feel much else of his body besides that.

“How ya feelin’?” Eddie asked, stroking up and down Gareth’s spine idly. 

“No thoughts. Wanna sleep,” He answered, refusing to open his eyes or say more than a handful of words. Eddie had found the off switch for his brain and he wasn’t about to turn it back on until he had to. 

Eddie stretched to look around a little. Their bed was a mess. Gareth had made a puddle dead in the center of it, and was that…?

“Dude, you were drooling,” He chuckled, feeling more than a little proud of that. He’d never seen Gareth get quite so sloppy.

“I’d still be drooling if I was flat on my face,” Gareth muttered, “You come that much and try not to drool.”

Eddie hugged him close, lips finding Gareth’s to kiss him.

“Fuck, you were amazing, Gareth. I love you so much.” Eddie’s voice was filled with awe, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as Gareth made a half-assed attempt to keep up. “Was it good?”

“I’m gonna have to sit on an icepack, but I don’t think I’m even capable of being stressed out anymore,” Gareth said dryly.

“So that’s a yes?” Eddie prodded. He hoped Gareth would want this again. It didn’t even have to be soon, or all the time. Just… again.

“Yes, Eddie. Yes, it was good and yes, I’ll let you be in charge whenever you want. Okay?”

Eddie pressed a kiss to Gareth’s forehead. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“Love you, too.”

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Polaris | 3 | Smokin’ in the Boys Room

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson

Rating: Explicit (All characters 18+)

Summary: What it says on the tin, or: sneaking a blowjob in a club bathroom.

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Oral (AMAB person receiving), gross public bathroom shenanigans, lil exhibitionist kink.

A/N: You didn't think Gareth was gonna be the only one getting spoiled, right?

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As soon as the bathroom door closed behind the guy leaving, Gareth dragged Eddie into a stall and slid the latch home. They’d been casually lingering and trying to look busy after being interrupted, waiting for the opportunity to return. He fumbled with Eddie’s belt as he used his frame to press Eddie up against the graffitied divider. They were locked together at the lips, Gareth licking into Eddie’s mouth as they kissed feverishly. Eddie buried his fingers in Gareth’s hair, holding him in place as he kissed him back, nipping and tugging at his lower lip until he could feel it starting to swell into a sweet little pout.

There was a telltale clink of Eddie’s belt finally coming loose, and then the sudden relief as Gareth worked the button and fly open. Eddie groaned into his mouth and Gareth swallowed the sound with a last few kisses before dropping to his knees on the grungy tile floor before Eddie. Gareth looked up at his boyfriend, held a finger to his lips, and gave him a wink. They’d have to be quiet.

Eddie’s hips jerked at the sight of Gareth on his knees, tugging Eddie’s jeans and boxers down his ass until he was freed, and his cock standing proudly under the buzzy, flickering fluorescent light. He stuffed his fist in his mouth to muffle the groan that escaped as Gareth licked a wide stripe up the underside, making unwavering eye contact with those big blue eyes. He played with the tip using his tongue and lips, teasing Eddie who was trying his hardest to keep quiet. The fingers of his other hand were fisted into Gareth’s hair, pulling hard enough for it to sting. He wasn’t pulling Gareth’s face into him, but if he let go, he wasn’t sure he’d stay upright.

A few more swipes of his tongue, tasting the salt and tang of Eddie, and Gareth opened his jaw as wide as he could and took Eddie down his throat until he could press his nose into the tangle of dark curls at the base. He stayed there for a moment, breathing through his nose and getting used to the feeling. He’d have smiled if his mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, listening to Eddie swear desperately into his own hand. After a moment he relented and obeyed Eddie’s tugs on his hair, asking him to move. 

His eyes had started to water as soon as he’d swallowed down Eddie, but Gareth looked up resolutely to watch Eddie’s face. He knew how much eye contact ruined Eddie and delighted in watching Eddie lose his damn mind with his cock in Gareth’s mouth. He let Eddie back him off after his initial trick (and a rather unfair one, Eddie thought, since he’d almost blown his load right then and there), focusing on the sensitive tip and bringing a hand up to stroke the rest of Eddie’s length. 

Gareth’s tongue was wicked. He was well versed in the art of tying a cherry stem in his mouth and he put all that skill and dexterity to a better use than a party trick when he was on his knees for Eddie. And he just looked so pretty, lips swollen and glossy with spit, the bridge of his nose and his cheeks flushed, eyes glassy and bright as he looked back into Eddie’s. The corners of Gareth’s eyes crinkled in a smile as he swirled his tongue around the head of Eddie’s cock, earning a stuttering jerk of his hips.

The hand in Gareth’s hair was starting to tug again as Eddie whined into his hand, trying to get more than Gareth’s ruthless, but wonderful, teasing. Even with the metal music throbbing outside the bathroom door, there was only so long they’d be able to hide what they were doing—and the idea of being caught had Eddie so wound up he wasn’t sure how he’d even lasted this long.

Gareth hummed, wrapping both hands around the backs of Eddie’s thighs to tug him forward, encouraging him to set his pace. He’d settled back on his heels, raising his chin to bare his throat. Eddie was still being hesitant, thrusting shallowly into Gareth’s mouth. Gareth raised his brows—Really?—and grabbed Eddie’s ass in his hands to pull him forward—C’mon, fuck my mouth.

It didn’t take any more encouragement than that for Eddie to begin thrusting in earnest, slipping past the tight ring of Gareth’s throat and rutting into his mouth. The hand that had been in Gareth’s hair slipped down to cradle his jaw. Eddie’s thumb stroked lovingly over Gareth’s throat, even as he could feel himself moving inside. 

Gareth watched Eddie with soft eyes, content to let him use his mouth as Eddie chased his pleasure. Even here—a quick blowjob in a dirty club bathroom, which was a total fantasy of Eddie’s—he whispered praises like offered prayers to Gareth. Good boy… feel so good, ‘m so close… so pretty, look at you… Shit, Gareth, just like that…

Eddie’s thrusts were getting sloppy and erratic as he worked himself closer to his edge with Gareth’s sweet mouth, the whispered praises beginning to verge on whimpers that might get them caught. Gareth swallowed the flood of saliva that had pooled under his tongue, and the sensation of his muscles working around Eddie’s cock was enough. 

With a muffled groan, Eddie spilled down Gareth’s throat, warm and throbbing and almost faster than Gareth could swallow. Eddie was limp against the divider wall when Gareth pulled off of him with a lewd pop. He didn’t protest as Gareth tucked him away and righted his clothes, before finding his way to his feet.

Gareth’s body protested mightily at that, knees aching and the skin red through the ripped knee of his jeans. It was all worth it though, especially when Eddie pulled him in and pressed a lazy kiss to his forehead.

“You’re fuckin’ incredible, Gareth, shit,” Eddie panted, leaning his face against Gareth’s curls.

“I know,” Gareth chuckled, voice a little raw, “I’m gonna slip out and get cleaned up. Follow in a few, ‘kay?”

Eddie nodded, feeling Gareth slip out of his embrace and duck through the stall door. The sink ran and splashed a few times, then it shut off. There was a crinkle of a paper towel being torn off and then discarded, and the music blared loudly for a second until the door fell shut behind Gareth. Eddie would catch up to him out on the floor, once it didn’t look suspicious for him to follow. Which was convenient, because Eddie still needed a few minutes to recover from the show Gareth had given him. He was going to get off to tonight’s memory for months.

“Shit…” Eddie chuckled, finally pushing himself upright. He’d better go find Gareth before he comes looking for him and finds Eddie still in the stall, getting hard all over again as he replayed everything in his head. Shit…

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Polaris | 2 | A Case of Body Language

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Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson

Rating: Explicit (All characters 18+)

Summary: Gareth decides it's time to let Eddie take a look at all of him.

WC: 6.4k

Warnings: trans bodies (duh), dysphoria (again, duh), teeny lil bit of a religion kink, teeny lil bit of dacryphilia, hints of D/s (they're learning what they like, the babies), oral and fingering (AFAB person receiving), body worship.

A/N: Here, have 6.4k words of body worship and spoiling Gareth. Merry fuckin' Christmas! This is meant to follow Chapter 24 of Pretty Boy.

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“I love you… so much… so much, Gareth.” Eddie mumbled into Gareth’s lips, punctuating his words with kisses. Gareth’s fingers twined lazily in the baby hairs at the nape of Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Love you too, Eddie.”

“Best… Christmas… Ever.” Eddie drew out the sentence, exploring Gareth’s lips with his own between each word.

They’d left Gareth’s parents’ house after the Christmas festivities had been wrapped up, late in the evening. It had snowed lightly on the drive back to Forest Hills, but it was cozy in Eddie’s room, blankets tucked tightly around them as they made out. Wayne had made the wise executive decision to visit some friends that evening after celebrating with the Emersons, leaving the two boys with some much-desired privacy.

Eddie’s mattress sagged under their combined weight, dipping in the middle where the springs had long since given up, but the familiar scent of weed and cigarettes and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie was in Gareth’s nose and Dio was in the cassette player and he found himself tearing up a little. How many times had they slept in Eddie’s bed together over the years, how many times had Gareth lay awake beside his best friend’s slumbering form and fantasized about kissing him? Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…

Eddie’s nose brushed over Gareth’s face, trailing up his cheekbone until he encountered the damp track of a single tear that had managed to escape. He propped himself up on his elbows to take a proper look at Gareth.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie smoothed away another tear making a break for freedom down Gareth’s cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Gareth answered quickly, sniffing and drying his eyes on his sleeve. “Just… lots of feelings.”

“Guilty feelings?” Eddie guessed, petting Gareth’s curls out of his face.

“No, not really. I guess just… remembering all the years of wanting this.” He didn’t really know how to explain what he was feeling. It wasn’t sad, but it wasn’t happy—it was just a lot.

“Wanna talk?” Eddie’s face was so close to Gareth’s, his warm breath washing over Gareth with every exhale. Gareth lifted his chin, closing the gap between them to capture Eddie’s kiss-swollen lips.

“No, I wanna kiss you.”

In the soft glow of his bedside lamp, Eddie grinned. “I can work with that.”

It didn’t take long for their languid kisses to turn heated, hands exploring each other’s shapes under baggy tee shirts. Gareth had learned he really liked how Eddie touched him, even if he still flinched away when Eddie wanted to look at him. But Eddie’s big, warm hands didn’t need help finding where Gareth liked to be squeezed and where he liked to be caressed. Eddie was nothing if not a devoted scholar to understanding how to make Gareth whimper.

“Wish I could see you,” Eddie whispered into Gareth’s skin, mouthing at his pulse fluttering beneath the surface. He was so quiet, Gareth wondered if he was supposed to have overheard that over the music they’d put on to fill the quiet. He realized he probably wasn’t when Eddie kept going, still so quietly that Gareth had to strain to make out his words.

“Wish you felt safe. Wish it didn’t hurt. Wish you could see how I see you.”

God, Eddie was going to make Gareth cry all over again. He scratched idle, swirling patterns into Eddie’s back, hands tangled in his shirt, listening to Eddie murmur his wishes for Gareth into his skin, like maybe he could speak it into existence like a spell. Cast self-love. Area of effect: character touched. Saving throw: none.

“Hey, Eddie?” Gareth mumbled, gathering up his courage.

“Mm?” Eddie didn’t move his lips from Gareth’s throat, but he did catch the skin between his teeth to suck a small mark, dangerously close to where Gareth couldn’t hide it.

“Don’t you have one more present to unwrap before Christmas is over?”

Eddie froze, Gareth’s skin still between his teeth and starting to ache. He released it with a pop and sat up—actually sat up, straddling Gareth’s hips and throwing the covers off of them so he could look at Gareth clearly. His sweet, caramel-haired boy looked so pretty with the incandescent glow falling across his features and blue eyes wide and innocent. Even more so with the dark mark beginning to bloom on the side of his neck, visible where his hair had fallen away from his face.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked,” Eddie laughed. Gareth wasn’t always up for it. He wanted it, usually, but he pulled away often enough that Eddie just let Gareth tell him when he felt ready. 

Gareth’s gaze shifted to hungry for a split second before the innocence was back. It did a number on Eddie. Whenever Gareth hit him with that look, he wanted to tear him to pieces just so he could stitch him back together again.

“Jesus, whatever happened to seducing someone?” Gareth grumbled, but his hands were tracing their way up Eddie’s flat stomach under his shirt, palms flat to the firm expanse.

“When have you ever needed seduced?” Eddie teased back. Gareth stuck his tongue out at Eddie, who lunged forward to playfully snap his teeth just short of it.

“I mean, I was going to ask if you’d help get me undressed, make it a whole thing, but if you want to just move straight to fucking we don’t have to deal with all that work…”

For the second time in as many minutes, Eddie froze, eyes widening as he realized what Gareth was saying. Gareth wanted to get undressed. Gareth wanted to get undressed with him.

“I… wha—hmm,” Eddie pressed his lips together, trying to stop the stammering until his brain could catch up. “You want that?”

His gaze flicked to the lamp, and Gareth’s eyes followed his.

“Leave it on.”

Eddie couldn’t form a coherent response. It was so, so rare that Gareth would shed his clothing with Eddie, and never with the lights on and now he wanted to with Eddie and he wanted the lights on and it was just—Eddie’s face was pressed to Gareth’s chest and he was making a weird, keening groan that he couldn’t believe was coming from his throat. Gareth’s chest shook as he chuckled, petting Eddie’s hair.

“Is that a yes?”

Eddie still couldn’t find words, but he could manage a nod, face still pressed to Gareth’s chest with his heartbeat thudding subtly under the layers he wore. Finally, he lifted his head.

“Can I…? Where do I…?” Eddie pleaded, hands hovering over Gareth’s waist, not daring to touch him. Like he was something precious and Eddie had to be careful not to ruin him. To pluck at the ribbons and tape holding the wrapping paper in place gently and unfurl it slowly in reverence for the fragile thing inside. 

Gareth caught his hands and led them to the hem of his shirt, curling Eddie’s fingers around the stitching there. Right here, it said, start right here. Eddie obeyed, drawing the shirt up Gareth’s body ever-so-slow, a stage curtain drawing back to reveal the headliner of the night. Gareth helped, arching his back until he needed to tense his stomach and lift his shoulders from the bed so Eddie could free him. Eddie cradled the back of Gareth’s neck in his palm to support him as he worked the old, baggy Henley off over his head, leaving his tawny curls a mess.

Laying his pretty boy back down, Eddie’s eyes raked over Gareth’s torso, admiring the slant of his collarbones above the constrictive bandage, the softness of his stomach—smooth and hairless, the little swell below his belly button that pressed against the waist of his jeans. He’d seen this much before—splashing in the water at the beach with a grin, watching his headless body struggle into a shirt until his fluffy hair appeared and he was tugging the garment down to cover himself. It didn’t make it any less special.

Gareth was watching Eddie watch him, not quite guarded but wary. He was trusting so much in Eddie to keep him feeling safe. Eddie’s palm was smoothing across Gareth’s stomach, dragging a shudder from his body.

“What’s next?” Eddie’s voice was barely a whisper as he offered Gareth his hands again. Show me?

This time, Gareth settled Eddie’s hands at the buckle of his belt, trying to hide the smirk he felt forming when Eddie looked down at his hands and looked back up at Gareth, before looking down at his hands again. There was a beat of stillness before he was fumbling with it, fingers clumsy as he worked the leather through the buckle and pulled it open. He didn’t even bother to try and get it out of Gareth’s belt loops before his fingers were toying with the button of Gareth’s jeans, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Can I?

Gareth nodded, subtly lifting his hips a little to make it easier for Eddie to undo his fly and work the wash-worn denim down his hips. Eddie was on his knees, walking backward as he dragged Gareth’s jeans down his legs until he reached his feet. There, he gently worked one foot out of the constrictive denim, then the other.

“Please tell me I can take your socks off. I am not a socks-in-bed kinda guy,” Eddie said, glancing up at Gareth, who muffled a laugh with his hand.

“Me neither. Please do.”

Eddie pinched the toe of one sock between his fingers and stripped it off, dropping it over the side of the bed, before repeating the gesture with the other leg. With Gareth’s ankle still in his hand, Eddie raised it to his lips to press a kiss to the bone, where he knew Gareth liked to be stroked. His suspicion paid off when he watched Gareth’s fingers clutch in the sheets.

He sat back on his heels to admire his boy, thumb rubbing idle circles around his ankle bone as he lowered his foot back to the bed. This was the most exposed he’d ever seen Gareth, and he could tell it was making Gareth nervous.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” Eddie said, with no heat or want in his voice, nothing implied by his words. Just a statement of fact. Gareth was pretty—sun-kissed, shaggy auburn curls spread on Eddie’s pillow, one knee drawn towards him and tilting across the other leg shyly. His hands rested on his chest, not quite hiding but covering himself. Eddie was pretty sure he’d seen the same pose in a girlie mag that was probably still under his bed, collecting dust, but Gareth made it look so much better.

Eddie crawled back up the bed, stretching out beside Gareth and laying a hand on his boyfriend’s stomach. Gareth let his head fall to the side to look at Eddie, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something.

“How are we feeling?” Eddie asked, studying Gareth’s face. If he made even the slightest indication he was not up for it anymore, Eddie would crawl out of bed, grab the biggest, softest tee shirt he could find, and help Gareth right back into some clothes. But, instead, a smile played across Gareth’s pink lips.

“Safe,” He whispered. Eddie could have died happy right then and there. That’s all he wanted. His eyes crinkled as a grin broke across his face like the dawn.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, smiling like an idiot. He lifted his hand from Gareth’s stomach to tuck a stray curl behind his ear.

“Yeah.” Gareth returned the favor, carefully gathering Eddie’s hair and moving it out of the way. He’d tie it back if Eddie didn’t look so lovely with it loose around his shoulders.

“So… keep going? What’s next?”

“Help me out of this?” Gareth asked, pinching the cloth wrapped around his chest. 

Eddie had only seen it twice—the quiet ritual of sitting on the corner of their bed, one leg drawn up under himself as Gareth faced away, the tenderness of unwinding each lap of the bandage around him, deft fingers rolling it neatly as he slowly shed it. The soft hiss of discomfort when he was finally bare, the way his fingers carefully prodded his chest as he examined himself for irritation, how his shoulders moved as he took his first deep breaths since that morning.

He’d felt like an intruder, even though Gareth had known he was there. Being asked to partake in the act felt like a sacrament, something holy. Eddie could be a religious man if it meant devoting his life to worshipping Gareth. 

Eddie nodded his head. “Of course. Let’s sit you up.”

Was Gareth perfectly capable of sitting up himself? Yes. Did he instead let Eddie carefully guide him upright? Absolutely. He folded his legs in front of himself as Eddie knelt behind him, fingers playing over the bandages.

“How do I start?”

Gareth lifted his right arm to reveal the two clips securing the end of the bandage. Eddie was quick to twist them free, reaching past Gareth to set them on his nightstand, nestled safely in his clean ashtray. At some point in the last few months, Gareth had switched from elastic to cloth bandages after finally learning how to bind a little more safely. The white fabric was washed yellow in the light of Eddie’s room.

Carefully reaching under Gareth’s raised arms, Eddie began the slow process of unwinding him, rolling the bandage with far less precision than Gareth could do it, but the point was that Gareth wasn’t doing it. Eddie brushed the occasional kiss against the back of Gareth’s neck as he leaned forward to reach around his front. Finally, the last wrap fell away and Eddie finished rolling it up. Gareth still had his back to Eddie, rolling his shoulders and enjoying the chance to breathe deeply.

“Need a minute?” Eddie fiddled with the rolled fabric in his hands, ducking his head to look at it. Gareth looked at Eddie over his shoulder, twisting a little as he did. Eddie caught a glimpse of the soft swell of a breast under Gareth’s arm as he looked up to meet his eyes.

“Do you? You look pale.” Gareth was teasing, but his tone wasn’t unkind. Eddie’s hands were trembling slightly in his lap with the desire to touch him, but Eddie was afraid of hurting him.

“Kinda nervous,” Eddie laughed at himself, “Feel like a virgin again, seeing skin for the first time.”

Gareth snorted, leaning back and craning his neck for a kiss. Eddie met him halfway, his dark hair tumbling over Gareth’s shoulder as he leaned forward to kiss him back. It tickled, but Gareth found he didn’t mind. 

“You’ve been inside of me, Eddie. I’m gonna need you to pull it together and not act like a thirteen-year-old seeing his first set of tits.” He murmured, lips brushing Eddie’s as he spoke. When Eddie chuckled, Gareth smiled. If they could laugh about it, they’d be okay.

Rather than delay the inevitable last step, Gareth uncrossed his legs and scooted away from Eddie to the edge of the bed so he could stand. The last thing between now and Eddie seeing him was a pair of boxers. Gareth got his feet under him and stood, still facing away. He didn’t know if he could quite handle watching Eddie watch as he finally finished undressing. Deep breath, and… go, He thought to himself, hooking his thumbs in the elastic.

Before he could give them a tug, Eddie’s hands came up to cover his.

“Wait,” Eddie said. Gareth could feel his breath caressing his lower back, Eddie must have leaned forward to reach for him. “Still good?”

Gareth bit his lip to stop the swell of emotion that rose in his throat as Eddie checked in, and nodded. He didn’t know what he did to deserve Eddie, but Gareth would become a praying man if that’s what it took to keep him. There was a quick, gentle kiss at the base of his spine.

“Then let me.”

Eddie’s hands guided Gareth’s as they pulled his last piece of clothing down together, letting it fall to the floor when it reached the point where Gareth’s thighs slanted inwards under the swell of his hips, narrowing down to his knees. Gareth kicked them from around his feet and fell still. 

There was nothing between his body and Eddie, now. He was vulnerable and completely open and biting down so hard on his lip he tasted blood. Eddie’s hands rested on his hips, comforting but not confining.

“Okay, pretty boy?” He asked. Gareth had the impression that Eddie was looking up, watching the back of his head. Gareth nodded again, arms coming to wrap around his middle self consciously.

“You don’t have to turn around if you don’t want to. You can stop here and call it progress,” He said earnestly. Eddie was so proud of Gareth for even making it this far.

“I want to,” Gareth responded, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Just maybe… look, but don’t touch, first?”

Eddie’s hands disappeared from Gareth’s hips. 

“Yep! Yeah, okay. No touching,” Eddie agreed quickly. When Gareth snuck a look over his shoulder, Eddie was still kneeling on the bed, hands clamped between his knees, and looking up at Gareth like a kid on Christmas. Which, Gareth supposed, he was.

Gareth took a step forward, a little further out of reach, and pivoted slowly on his toe. He didn’t know when he’d closed his eyes, but he realized he was standing before Eddie, holding his own waist and jamming his eyes shut as he waited for… whatever was coming.

Eddie was awestruck. The view of Gareth’s perfect ass when he had his back turned was wonderful, but this? This was… wow. He wanted to run his hands over Gareth’s body, seek out all the places he knew felt good. He wanted to lay Gareth down and spend the rest of winter break kissing every single inch of him that Gareth would allow. Eddie wanted to make him feel so good that he was dizzy and sated and utterly useless. He wanted to tell him how beautiful he was until Eddie lost his voice. 

But all he could manage right now was, “Wow…”

Gareth winced and cracked one eye open.

“Wow…?”

“You’re beautiful!” Eddie blurted, realizing how bad the silence had sounded to Gareth. “Oh my god, you’re so… beautiful. I just—hmmm. Shit. I wanna touch you so bad.”

Eddie was rocking a little, hands still firmly in place between his knees but his eyes were pleading. Gareth was pretty sure that Eddie needed to get his eyes checked, since he was looking at Gareth’s ruined chest, the empty place down low at the apex of his thighs, then flicking back to his face and looking like… well looking like those things were beautiful. But maybe he’d play along for tonight. Pretend Eddie was right. He took a step forward, closing the distance. With Eddie kneeling on the low bed and Gareth at his full height, Eddie had to tip his head back to meet Gareth’s eyes.

“Can I? Touch you? I wanna make you feel good…” Eddie whined. 

Gareth let out an amused huff. Eddie was whining to touch him. He’d have to tell his mom to go easy on the Krupnik next year, since Eddie might have gotten a little too into his cups with the festive honey vodka. Eddie was practically resting his chin on Gareth’s stomach, hovering just a fraction of an inch above the skin as he looked up at him.

“Okay.”

Eddie lit up, hands shooting to grab Gareth’s waist before his sense caught up with him and he snatched them back.

“Same places as normal?” He checked, reconfirming Gareth’s boundaries. Eddie wanted to lavish attention everywhere, but he wouldn’t touch anything Gareth didn’t feel safe with. Gareth caught Eddie’s hands in his and brought them to his waist.

“Same places for now, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t waste a second nuzzling his face into Gareth’s stomach, because that’s safe to touch and he loves the way it gives and he can squash his face into it like a fluffy pillow. He pulls Gareth in closer, mumbling praises that are muffled by Gareth’s body as Gareth rakes Eddie’s hair up into a messy bun and snaps an elastic he’d found in reach around it. 

Gareth finds himself on his back in the center of the bed, Eddie standing next to it with one knee and both hands on the surface of the mattress as he hovers over Gareth and kisses him hard enough to bruise. Gareth isn’t sure how Eddie got him there, but it’s hard to argue when Eddie is pressing kisses into every inch of him that he can reach.

“Pretty boy, so fuckin’ pretty. Perfect…” He mumbles in between kisses, lips dragging over Gareth’s skin and sparking goosebumps as he works his way down his neck. “Wanna just memorize you, never forget this. Kiss all of you.”

And he’s trying, pressing kiss after kiss to Gareth’s skin as he works his way down, veering around places he knows not to touch, ghosting his lips over sore, reddened skin so carefully. This was a gift, and Eddie wanted to savor it.

As he chases an invisible trail down Gareth’s body with his lips, Eddie stops to contemplate every mark, every blemish he comes across. The little constellation of moles on his left side, just below where his ribs end. A scar on his right hip, where he’d ripped himself open in high school hopping a chain link fence after Eddie. Countless freckles gifted to him by the California sunshine. The little dimple between his lower belly and the wispy thatch of auburn hair between his legs. Eddie stops to suck a mark near there, where Gareth’s V-line would be if not for his stomach. 

Perfect, perfect, perfect…

Eddie skirts around the apex of Gareth’s body, dragging his lips and his palms down one thigh. He’s incredibly pale from just above the knee up to his hip, but the freckles resume around his knee and chase themselves down to the top of his foot. Gareth has a birthmark on his left thigh, perfectly round and perfectly dark, a pencil eraser-sized dot on the outside of his thigh, just below the hip joint. Eddie rakes his teeth over it, earning a hiss. He doesn’t miss how Gareth’s thighs press together.

While Eddie would throw himself at Gareth’s feet to kiss them, he opts to stop at his ankle, and instead knead the arch of his foot the way Eddie knows he likes it. Like the rest of him, his toes are chubby, and Eddie thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen—besides all the rest of Gareth. His feet are surprisingly small, considering his height, and Gareth had joked in high school that if the thing about big feet translating to big packages was real, then the inverse must be true, because he didn’t have a dick.

Gareth’s head presses back into the pillows with a little groan at the sensation of the pad of Eddie’s thumb pressing into the tender part of his foot and kneading the muscle there. The first press of his fingers had sent a jolt straight to Gareth’s core—to his embarrassment—and now warmth was spreading along his veins like honey as Eddie continued his attentions, swapping his focus to the other foot. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d been stretching, arms over his head and writhing a little as that sweet burn flooded his muscles, until he overheard a litany of low swears from the foot of the bed. Gareth tipped his head curiously, looking down the line of his body at Eddie, who’d frozen in place, lower lip now clamped between his teeth.

“Fuck…” The word was a drawn-out whine, “I love you so much. Can’t believe you’re mine. God,” Eddie was crawling up Gareth’s body, smoothing his palm from the inside of his ankle up the entirety of his leg until it came to a stop just short of touching the wiry curls nestled at the lowest point of his pelvis. “I just want to make you feel so good…”

He drummed his fingers on the inside of Gareth’s thigh as he contemplated the view, feeling the warmth coming off of him. Gareth made a small sound in the back of his throat, squeezing his legs together and forcing Eddie’s fingers to still.

“Ticklish,” He said with a breathless laugh, prying Eddie’s hand off his thigh to lace their fingers together. “Here, c’mere.”

Using their interlocked fingers, Gareth brought Eddie’s hand up to his chest, resting his palm on the swell of one breast. Eddie looked surprised. Normally Gareth’s chest was absolutely a no-go zone. Truth be told, Gareth felt pretty surprised, too. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do that. They exchanged a look, before Gareth burst into giggles at how cowed Eddie looked by this situation.

“Please tell me you’ve touched a boob before. Please don’t make me teach you that.”

“No… no, I’ve touched a—I’m just… surprised?” His voice lilted up at the end of his sentence like he was asking Gareth what he was feeling. “You’re normally, uh… very against this.”

Gareth didn’t really have a good answer for him. It just had seemed like something he’d wanted so he did it, but now that he was here, he didn’t quite know what to… do. 

“I, um. Yeah, I don’t really know either,” He admitted with a lazy, one-shouldered shrug, “But we can try?”

Gareth felt Eddie’s fingers flex, not squeezing, but obviously trying not to.

“Not too sore?” Eddie asked, ever concerned with Gareth’s comfort.

“A little. Be gentle with me?”

Gareth watched Eddie’s pupils blow wide at the words. He made a mental note to explore that more later, when he was feeling a little less… this. Nervous. Overwhelmed. Incredibly turned on. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll be gentle,” He whispered reverently as he palmed the flesh in his hand carefully. His fingers tensed, kneading into the skin, watching Gareth’s face closely for a reaction. Gareth just looked like he was waiting for a reaction, too.

“It kinda… doesn’t feel like anything,” He admitted after a few more seconds. “Just like, a little bit of an ache and pressure.”

Eddie released his grip, moving his hand to wrap around the ball of Gareth’s shoulder. 

“Might be kinda used to the feeling,” Eddie commented, shifting so he could snuggle in close to Gareth’s side. Gareth hummed in agreement.

“I could try my mouth?” Eddie offered. Gareth weighed whether he wanted to keep trying (and keep teetering on the edge of I’m broken) or if he wanted to just retreat to something tried-and-true and just get Eddie to finger him until he was ready to take Eddie and call it good enough.

“Okay. Be gentle, still.” Gareth decided. 

Eddie flashed him a sweet smile and pushed up onto one elbow to kiss Gareth. His other hand cupped around Gareth’s jaw and his thumb swiped along the bone hiding under the plush of his cheek. Eddie’s lips traced his familiar, favored path down Gareth’s throat, but this time, instead of veering away, Eddie dotted the skin of one breast with a few kisses, watching Gareth’s face as he laved his tongue over the pebbled, peachy nipple. 

It wasn’t a strong reaction, but Gareth’s brows shot up and his mouth formed a small O of surprise. Eddie took that as a good sign and closed his mouth over the little bud, teasing with his tongue. Gareth made a little noise in the back of his throat, half-whimper, half-surprise. His eyes found Eddie’s, widening a little at the sight before him. Eddie shot him a wink.

“I-it’s not—I can feel it. That’s… huh.” Gareth wet his lips. It wasn’t a very defined sensation, certainly not as sharp as he’d been expecting from the way girls he’d done that to had gasped and moaned and wailed. But it was there, growing stronger, better as Eddie did something with his mouth that sent a soft jolt down Gareth’s spine. Eddie released his nipple with a soft pop! and laved his tongue over it once more for good measure.

“Feel good? Kinda meh?” He asked, trying to gauge what exactly it did to Gareth. 

They’d had a similar conversation when Eddie had wanted Gareth to show him how he touched himself and Gareth admitted that he didn’t really… do that, so he didn’t know. Eddie had been all too happy to experiment and find what curled Gareth’s toes. It was kind of fun, when Gareth was up for exploring his own body and let Eddie help.

“I think it’s good? Like, it’s not… what I was expecting. I don’t think I’m sensitive enough anymore, but it’s nice,” Gareth explained. As he was talking, he watched Eddie’s tongue creep between his lips to wash over the little peak, unable to resist the temptation that was right there in front of his nose.

“Keep going kinda good?”

Gareth’s stomach felt heavy. He’d wanted to share himself with Eddie, let him finally see and touch everything he’d wanted to see and touch and Gareth was… broken. He couldn’t even respond right. He’d ruined his body for the one person who might have enjoyed it.

“Hey, pretty boy, you’re lost in your head again.” Eddie’s voice broke his reverie.

“Are you enjoying this?” Gareth didn’t mean to just blurt it out, but the thought was right there, clouding everything out.

“Are you… not enjoying this?” Eddie asked slowly, lifting his head off Gareth’s chest. Oh god, I pushed him too much.

“No, I am, I ju—”

Gareth felt Eddie’s hand close around his, then his palm was held flat to a hot, hard shape trapped in denim. He could feel Eddie’s pulse and swallowed hard. Half of him was proud—I did that!—and the other half was in disbelief, because why would a body like his ever turn someone on?

“I’m enjoying myself.” Eddie’s voice was low and gravelly, the way it sounded first thing in the morning.

Gareth bit his lip and squeezed—gently, because he didn’t want to hurt Eddie and he had plans rapidly forming, but firm enough that Eddie’s breath caught in his throat and his hips jerked.

“So, if your chest isn’t doing it for you,” He rasped, stretching his neck to murmur into Gareth’s ear, “I can think of other places to put my mouth.”

Gareth had absolutely zero warning and zero control over the needy whine that tore from his throat. He’d been wanting and wanting and wanting, drenched ever since he stood before Eddie completely bare, and Eddie completely clothed. He didn’t want to contemplate that too hard, not when Eddie’s lips were on his and Eddie’s hand was gliding down his body and Eddie was promising between kisses to make Gareth feel so good, pretty boy. 

It was something Gareth hadn’t let himself have, yet. He’d been happy to take Eddie in his mouth and learn how to make him see stars, but he’d shied away from letting Eddie return the favor. It had always felt like too much, too exposed, spread out on their bed like a feast for Eddie to take what he wanted. 

But he had already been exposed and vulnerable in front of Eddie, and Eddie looked at him in a way that felt like a devotion. The evidence of how that made him feel was currently forming a growing wet spot in the sheets beneath him. And in another few inches, Eddie would find out just how he’d affected Gareth.

Callused fingers dipped down into the space where Gareth’s thighs met his body, and glided their way down the seam of Gareth’s center, and withdrawing a moment later with a soft curse. Eddie held his hand up to the light, fingers spread to examine the glossy slick trailing between his fingers, a thread of it stretching as he spread them until it finally broke, dripping a fat drop onto the sheets.

“Fuck…” He sounded weak, “Fuck, pretty boy. You have to tell me what’s got you like this. I’m going to make sure I do it every damn day.”

He marveled for another few seconds before he honed in on the source, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“Please lemme taste you,” He pleaded, voice already sounding broken. “Please. I’ll make you feel so good, please, Gareth…”

How could Gareth say no? He took a steadying breath and spread his thighs slowly, letting himself open up before Eddie. Eddie watched enraptured, pleading whines falling silent. Gareth’s scent was in the air and Eddie wanted to follow it to its source, bury his face there, and let it overwhelm his senses. He finally came to, realizing that Gareth had gone still, watching him with nervous eyes.

Whatever praises or prayers or blasphemies were on Eddie’s tongue was dashed upon the soft, warm place between Gareth’s thighs as Eddie fell between them in supplication.

With his tongue laid broad and flat, Eddie lapped a broad swath from bottom to top, gathering as much of the taste in his mouth as he could. Gareth’s thighs jerked as if to close, but Eddie’s hands were quick to block them, pressing them open as far as they could go until the tendons stood out in sharp relief and Gareth fought back. Eddie eased just the barest amount until Gareth stopped struggling against him.

He lapped another pass, then another, laving his tongue over the intricate folds, the very tip of it questing between them until it could encircle the firm, sensitive little bud protected within. Gareth was whimpering, a stream of desperate little sounds that only served to spur Eddie on.

He teased Gareth’s clit with the tiniest flicks of his tongue, as Gareth writhed, unsure if he was trying to get away or get closer, but writhing nonetheless. Once he’d gotten his boy wound up so tightly he was trembling, Eddie washed his tongue over everything, too much and too good and wrenching a sob from Gareth’s throat as a fresh flood of desire pooled beneath him. Eddie pulled back just enough to watch his entrance flutter, clenching hard around nothing.

Now, his rhythm was established, teasing Gareth’s pretty clit until his world narrowed down to a single, quivering point, then flooding him with sensation that swept him away until his body was shaking with sobbed gasps. Eddie lost track of the number of times he dragged Gareth almost to the edge, before pulling him back down as he thrashed. 

He finally relented when he saw the tear tracks glittering on Gareth’s cheeks as he whined and threw his head back into the pillow, teeth gritted and throat bared to the ceiling. Eddie thrust his tongue inside, tasting Gareth’s pleasure from the source as he fucked into him. He savored the drag of Gareth’s walls around his tongue, flicking the tip lightly at the entrance before plunging back in. 

When he couldn’t get deep enough, he shifted to brace one elbow against the tender, quivering muscle of Gareth’s inner thigh and plunged his middle two fingers into his heat, dragging them out with fingertips pressed to the front wall until he found the little velvety place that gave so sweetly and made the muscles in Gareth’s stomach flinch. Relentlessly, Eddie teased against that spot as his lips closed around Gareth’s clit to match pace with his fingers.

“Eddie-ee-eee!” Gareth cried brokenly as his body clenched down against his will and he was caught in a flash flood of pleasure that carried him away until he was finally, slowly was deposited back into his body as the tide receded.

Watching Gareth come was like watching the skies split open after a storm to pour golden rays of sunlight through. Just when it seemed he’d shatter under the pressures of his own body, that look of relief and bliss washed over his features, lips parting slightly as his chest heaved to drag that first breath between them, and then he collapsed in slow motion, melting bonelessly into the mattress. Eddie could watch it on loop—would watch it on loop if not for the fact that Gareth was teary and hissing in pain as he batted Eddie away from him.

It wasn’t always like this, like watching a planet break apart, a world splintering into pieces, but when it was, Gareth needed held. He needed Eddie’s weight on top of him, pressing him down, fingers carding through sticky, sweaty curls as he pressed Gareth’s face to his chest until the trembling stopped and he could breathe again.

“Hey, I’ve got you, pretty boy. You’re okay. Did so good, Gareth. Such a good boy…” Eddie soothed dragging Gareth’s quaking frame into his arms and cradling him against his neck. Gareth made a tiny noise, and Eddie chuckled.

“You like that? Good boy? You’re such a good boy, Gareth.”

Gareth whimpered as his body went taut under the ravaging of an aftershock, sagging into Eddie when it passed.

“You’re okay. Lemme know when you’re with me again.” Eddie murmured, pressing kisses into his hair and rubbing firm circles into Gareth’s back to try and encourage him to reconnect with his body again. 

After a few moments, Eddie heard a snuffle against his throat and Gareth’s voice.

“Eddie?”

“I’m here, baby.”

“Want me to take care of you?”

Eddie squeezed Gareth in his arms and chuckled again. Gareth was in no shape to be offering that. “If you can get up out of this bed and walk across the room, I’ll let you.”

Gareth was quiet for a few beats before he huffed, defeated. He couldn’t even feel his legs, much less contemplate standing.

“I’m thinking I’m gonna put you in the bath until you feel human again while I clean up this mess, then we’ll see. Okay?”

Gareth hummed in agreement. 

“Hey, Gareth?”

“Mm?” Gareth grunted, face still pressed against Eddie’s neck.

“Merry Christmas, pretty boy.”