Hello. So I had this funny idea after reading Sex Ed to leave a comment about my own dead batteries in the style of a fic, but accidentally wrote 1750 words. Enjoy!
“Wanna do something weird?” Ed asks.
Stede is barely through the door when his roommate addresses him. “Sure,” he says without a thought. Because, honestly, there isn’t much Stede wouldn’t do if Ed wanted to do it with him.
He looks up to see Ed sitting on his bed, in nothing but a pair of black boy shorts, his box of sex toys in front of him. Well, that gets Stede’s blood going pretty much immediately. He turns to lock the door behind him, toes off his shoes before he makes his way to his own bed. But oh? What’s this?
Ed is sliding his collection back under the bed.
“Erm, what did you have in mind?” Stede tries to keep his voice light, tone inquisitive. He’s always ready to learn after all.
“See, I was about to enjoy some solo time, but now that you’re here, I figured the time could be spent more productively.”
Stede’s heartbeat picks up. It’s been a week or so since The Vibrator Incident, and they haven’t really talked about it. Of course, Stede had been using Ed’s toys whenever he got a moment alone. Always cleaning them thoroughly, then putting them away in different spots than he found them, making sure Ed would know which ones he’d explored when he returned to find something for his own enjoyment.
“Why don’t you teach me something?” Ed leans back, ghosts his fingers across his crotch.
“Well, you’re the expert.” Stede is fumbling, on uneven footing. “I mean, it’s right there in the name.”
Ed grins deviously, “with the electronics, yeah. But it’s been ages since I’ve done it acoustic style. And if I recall, you might be just the guy to give me a few pointers.”
Stede is undressing, slowly this time. He’s not sure exactly how this is gonna play out, but he’s definitely going to need less clothes.
The tables have turned, but the game is still the same.
“Ah, I see, if it’s for the sake of an education, I suppose I can share what I know.” He’s standing in just his underwear now.
“Awesome.” Ed scrambles across the four feet separating their beds and perches himself cross-legged at the foot of Stede’s bed.
Stede takes a breath and sits at the head of the bed opposite his friend, mirroring his position.
“So, what would you like to know?” Stede casually rubs the front of his briefs, hoping he’s coming off nonchalant.
Ed mimics him, still grinning. “I dunno, mate, why don’t you just do what you normally do and I’ll butt in if I need more info.”
“Ah, alright. Well, usually I start like this.” He’s still rubbing his right hand in broad circles at the front of his underwear. After a moment, he closes his eyes, adding a little pressure as his focus gradually shifts from performing for Ed to pleasuring himself.
He can feel himself leaking and wonders if the wet spot is visible yet. Tuning into the sounds around him, he hears Ed’s breath hitch and figures that answers his question.
He opens his eyes. Ed is closer than he was before, staring intently at Stede’s wandering hand. He feels his heart rate pick up.
“Yes, I take it you’ve noticed I’m rather wet now. That is usually a good indication that it’s time to um, lose the briefs.” Before he can second guess what he’s doing, he slips them down his legs. his impressive t-dick popping free.
Nothing his roommate hasn’t seen before.
Except he knows his cock is slick and glistening and he knows he’s blushing all the way down his chest.
There is no chance to feel insecure though, because Ed is lifting himself to remove his own damp undies.
Stede reaches back down to draw his pointer and middle finger along either side of his cock, squeezing them together and pressing firmly upwards. He needs to remind himself to breathe as he watches Ed do the same.
“It looks- it looks like you’re getting the hang of it.” Stede is slowly stroking up and down the sides of his cock and Ed is copying him, holding a rather intense amount of eye contact.
Stede’s eyes flick down to Ed’s hand just in time to see him sink one tattooed finger into his cunt.
“Nuh uh uh,” Stede tsks importantly. “That’s not quite correct.” He feels ridiculous criticizing the exquisite scene in front of him. But if Ed wants to know what it Stede feels, Ed needs to do what Stede does. That’s the game. “Why don’t you come a bit closer so you can see more clearly.”
Ed scoots closer, their legs still crossed like pretzels, their knees now touching. Stede imagines he can feel the heat of Ed’s arousal on his own cunt and the thought sends a little gush from within.
Ed leans in very close, definitely invading Stede’s personal bubble. “Ah, I think I understand now,” Ed nods, solemnly.
“Alright, then we’re going to try another technique.” Stede switches to his non-dominant hand, making that snug little V and holding the sides of his cock tightly. He takes a deep breath, and with his other hand he spreads some of his own slick up over and around, making sure there’s plenty on the pads of his fingers. “The aim here is to - erm - stimulate the cockhead, ah, rather vigorously.”
He's gasping a little as he begins to rub his right hand over the V of his left fingers, squeezing the large nub almost painfully.
“Fuck, Stede,” Ed murmurs, drawing little circles with his fingertips, his pace matching Stede’s exactly. “That feels really nice.”
“It’s important,” Stede struggles to keep his voice instructional. “It’s important to remember to use enough lubrication so as not to irritate the sensitive skin here.” He’s gasping by the end of his sentence. His hand taking on a mind of its own as he switches from small circles to a more aggressive back-and-forth motion.
“Mate, as long as I can remember this insanity, I don’t think I’m gonna have a problem with lubrication.” Stede’s heart skips a beat.
That pretty much confirms it, right? That Ed thinks of him when he does this? That those thoughts are enough to bring about a particular set of physical responses?
“Ah, well, glad to hear it.” Stede is getting close, but it doesn’t look like Ed is quite there yet. “How are you feeling?” His question rushes out of him.
“Good. I like it. I don’t think I can come from this though.” Ah, that makes sense. Ed’s poor dick has become desensitized after years of mechanically assisted stimulation.
Stede slows his hand, his body aching for release. “There is another thing we can try.” Ed quirks an eyebrow, his hand not slowing. “I noticed in addition to vibrators, you had a couple um, static options in your collection.”
It takes Ed a second. “Dildos? Dude are you talking about dildos?”
Stede nods. “Sometimes, when I feel, um, particularly insatiable,” this is when Stede begins to feel vulnerable, “I’ve found… I can…”
“Stede,” Ed’s voice is serious, but his eyes are twinkling. His hands have stilled. “You said you’ve never used toys before.”
“I’d never used a vibrator!” Stede retorts, “besides, you don’t need a dual density silicone dick with life-like veins from a bonafide sex shop to fuck yourself.” He can tell Ed is holding back laughter, but it doesn’t make him close down. If anything, it floods his heart with warmth. He wants to make him laugh. “Have you ever heard of a cucumber, Ed?!”
And laugh he does. Ed throws his head back, glorious curls almost brushing the bedspread behind him. Stede is transfixed by the sight of him, chest wide, gorgeous. Throat long and bare. He’s overwhelmed by the desire to put his mouth there. To work his way up to his mouth and kiss him as long and hard as he’d let him.
He shakes his head, claps his hands together. “So!” He gets up and goes to Ed’s bed, pulling out the box from underneath. Takes a steadying breath. He’s never done this with someone else before, never considered he might. Quickly, he finds two similar dildos at the bottom of the box, a sure indication that they haven’t seen much action lately.
He returns to his side of the room, offering one of the rubber dicks to his roommate like he’s breaking bread. “Is this okay?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Ed sounds almost breathless. Stede settles back against his pillow, arranging the additional throw pillows and shams to the side.
“I was thinking, you could join me up here,” he pats the space by his side, heart racing, “to better observe, um, angles and such?” It’s a reach and he knows it, but Ed allows it graciously. Maybe he wants to feel the warmth of Stede’s bare hip and leg pressed up against his own, as badly as he does.
As his roommate settles in beside him, Stede breathes deeply, steels himself for what he fears will be a very rapid climax.
“Wet? God, Stede, more than ever.”
“Okay, great!” he squeaks, “me too!”
Without a word, Stede resumes his movements from earlier. He can feel Ed’s gaze on him as he resolutely keeps his eyes straight ahead.
All too quickly, he feels his orgasm start to build. “For me,” he’s speaking too loudly but he needs to force the words out, “this would be a good time to introduce, um, the penetrative element.”
“Okay, mate, okay. Hang on.” Stede can do that, he can hang on a moment. Leaves the dildo still, halfway consumed by his body. Slows his hand to a torturous brush against his cock.
Ed is ramping up. One hand pistoning his cunt the other flying back and forth against his cock. “Errrr,” he grunts, “say it.”
Whatever is he talking about?
“Stede, I NEED you to say it!”
Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Stede’s hands copy Ed’s as he speaks, voice low.
“Edward, come for me; I want to see you come.”
Ed roars as he comes and the sound of it pushes Stede entirely over the edge.
HOLY SHIT this is my new favourite thing. if only Ed had tried that, they might've been able to figure their shit a little sooner! Thank you SO MUCH for this, I'm so deeply flattered! (also it's super fucking hot, and the cucumber line killed me)
