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Begging on my hands and knees for more oh my god

Boys on Film. Part 4.5

(Steve and Eddie’s POV)

Pairing: PS!Steve x PS!Eddie x Virgin!reader

Summary: It's been a year since Eddie and Steve have seen you. As they navigate their new relationship they can't help but feel something is missing. The last place they expected to see you again for the first time was at a club while you were out with your new boyfriend. The night does not go how they imagined it at all.

Warnings: Smut (18+ MDNI), public sex (ish), fingering, angst, cheating (sorry)

Word count: 5.5K

a/n: I was supposed to post this weeks ago but decided a little break was needed instead. Hope you all enjoy!

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“Cmon Eddie,” Steve all but whines, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly and big golden eyes pleading.

God why does he have to be so cute, Eddie curses.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie tries to reply sternly, but it comes out just as whiny, “why can’t we just stay in?”

“Because we always stay in,” Steve replies with a sigh, punctuating his point by flopping down next to Eddie on the couch in their shared apartment.

Eddie turns to him then, arm outstretched across the back of the lounge, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Steve's neck. He leans down, placing gentle kisses along Steve’s shoulder, making his way towards Steve’s neck.

“But we always. Have. So. Much. Fun,” Eddie accentuates each word with a kiss, “when we stay in.” A smirk playing on his lips as he starts to nibble on the place where Steve’s shoulder and throat meet.

Steve rolls his eyes but can’t help leaning into Eddie’s touch. He tries to argue further, but makes no move to stop Eddie as he continues to kiss his neck.

“We do,” Steve agrees, “but we would also have fun if we went out. Please Eds, you promised you'd take me to that new club.”

Eddie raises his head, looking at Steve’s pleading face.

“A club?” Eddie repeats, disapprovingly. Steve is right though… he did promise him that, weeks ago actually.

“Yes, a club,” Steve mocks, “it’ll be fun, we can have some drinks, dance a bit-”

“I don’t dance.”

Steve rolls his eyes at the interruption. “I could dance a bit while you stand there and look pretty for me,” he flirts.

Eddie looks at him deadpan, but Steve notices the blush on his face.

“Make everyone else in the club jealous,” he continues, slinking closer to Eddie before whispering in his ear, “then when we come home I’ll let you do that thing that you did to me in that scene last week.”

“You let me do that to you anyway,” Eddie responds, shivering at Steve’s whispering despite his protests and Steve knows he has him right where he wants him.

“Fine,” Eddie finally sighs, though he can’t help smiling when he sees Steve’s face absolutely beaming at him.

Steve leans in to press a short but sweet kiss to Eddie’s lips.

“Thank you,” he whispers, before getting up and making his way to their room, “You won’t regret it babe, it’s gonna be fun, promise.” The last words coming out as a yell as he makes his way further down the hallway.

Eddie sighs fondly with fake annoyance as he sees Steve hurry excitedly down the hall to get ready. Eddie hates going out to clubs, hates the music, hates the type of people that usually go to places like that. He does, however, love seeing Steve happy.

He also secretly loves all of the lingering stares at his boyfriend and especially the death stares he gets from everyone when they realise that he is somehow with Steve and not them.

He gets up from the couch, making his way to the fridge to get a beer, deciding he might as well start drinking now, whatever will help make the night more enjoyable.

The glass clinks along the shelf of the fridge as he grabs the chilled bottle, fumbling for his lighter in his pocket before using it to pop the bottle cap off.

As he takes the first swig of the golden liquid his eyes drift to the closing fridge. Breath hitching as his eyes make contact with that photo again.

He’s honestly not even sure why they keep that photo there, but there’s no way either of them could ever take it off. Some days he can forget that it’s even there, subconsciously ignore it. But other days, like today apparently, his eyes decided to lock on it.

It’s a cute photo. One of him, Steve and you. Cheeks squished uncomfortably close and sickly sweet smiles on every face.

His eyes bore into yours, the usual sick feelings of anger, sadness, longing and regret bubbling up inside. Did he make the right choice? Should he have just kept his mouth shut and continued with your little arrangement? He knew Steve at least had feelings for him so he wouldn’t have been totally left out. Should he have given you time? Should he have run back inside with Steve and proclaimed their love for you on their knees? Would you have forgiven them? Would you have wanted them too?

Steve comes out of the bedroom holding two shirts, intending to ask Eddie’s opinion on which one he should wear. He’s stopped in his tracks, however, when he sees Eddie’s tense body.

He can see his hunched shoulders, the tendons in his forearm flexing as he holds onto the bottle in his hand too tightly, his features twisted as he stares straight ahead. He can almost hear the voice inside Eddie’s head screaming at him.

Steve doesn’t need to get any closer to know what Eddie’s looking at. He seems to be finding Eddie in this same spot more and more lately. Not that he can judge, he’s pretty sure Eddie finds him like this just as much.

He gently places the shirts over the edge of the couch, moving slowly into the kitchen before wrapping his arms around Eddie, his chest pressing up against the other boy's back.

He brings his hands up to rub Eddie’s chest soothingly, hooking his chin over his shoulder and placing gentle kisses on his neck and jaw.

He holds Eddie like that for a little while, knowing Eddie will speak up when he’s ready to, if at all. Sometimes they do this for a while and then one of them will turn around with a distraction, both of them pretending it didn’t happen at all. On other occasions one of them will fall apart in the other's arms or together, holding each other until the tears subside and the pain gets bearable again. Other times, they’ll talk about it. They’ll talk about you or a funny memory from what feels like another life now.

“I just miss her,” Eddie finally whispers, “so fucking much man.”

Steve smiles sympathetically. “I know sweetheart,” he whispers back, “I do too.”

They both continue staring at your photo longingly.

“Do you think she misses us?” Eddie asks tentatively after a pause.

“I hope so,” is all Steve can say back.

They’ve had this same conversation a thousand times, on both sides. The replies never change. They’re both scared they never will.

Eddie turns away from your picture finally, spinning in Steve’s arms to embrace him properly. Burying his face in his freckled neck and breathing in his comforting scent. His hands roam Steve’s naked back, the skin on skin contact soothing.

“Do you think we made the right decision?” He mumbles into Steve.

Steve sighs heavily.

“I don’t know, but we made it and at least I get to have you,” Steve tries to reassure. It makes Eddie smile, but doesn’t help the hurt.

Eddie doesn’t want to bring the mood down, doesn’t want to ruin this night for Steve. So he takes a deep breath, collecting himself before pulling away from Steve.

“So is this what you’re wearing to the club?” He teases. Steve chuckles at him as the mood flips.

“Don’t get me wrong sweetheart, I love it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to fight off every person in the club.

Steve just rolls his eyes, playfully telling Eddie to shut up before showing him his shirt options.

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Steve feels the electric atmosphere of the club, the excitement of the crowd hyping him up, eagerness practically seeping off of him.

Eddie notices immediately and puts away any uneasiness he has about being dragged here, plastering a smile on his face, for Steve’s sake.

Steve can tell Eddie is out of his comfort zone, but is determined for him to actually have fun so he takes his hand, pulling him towards the bar.

They order their drinks, Eddie downing his much too quickly before asking for another while Steve just shakes his head at him. They stay at the bar for a little while, Steve letting Eddie get more comfortable and hopefully buzzed enough to actually start having a good time.

Steve feels his own buzz coming on as they both empty their drinks, giggling as he looks at the expression on Eddie’s face.

“You really are hating this, huh?” He asks.

“What? Me?” Eddie feigns hurt overdramatically, “of course not sweetheart, I’m having the time of my life with my favourite guy.”

Steve smiles at him fondly, too cloudy to this of a good enough comeback, and way too giddy from the compliment. Steve decides he’s had enough of standing by the bar. He beckons the other boy to follow him, excitedly leading them both onto the dance floor when Eddie doesn’t protest.

Eddie tries to not get annoyed as people bump into him and scream around him. He presses up close to Steve as soon as the other stops, finally deep enough into the crowd.

Steve turns to Eddie laughing again at the look on his face.

“Come on man,” he playfully shoves, “it’s not that bad.”

“Oh yes it is,” he replies as he puts his hands on Steve’s hips. Both of them swaying to the music, it’s not exactly what Steve would call dancing, but it’ll do for now. “There’s just so many people bumping me and screaming and spilling shit.”

“How is that any different to all those shows you force me to go to?” Steve teases.

“It just is,” Eddie grumbled, “also ‘force’ you to go to?”

“Mmmhmm, ‘force’” Steve nods, starting to actually dance in front of Eddie.

Eddie watches in awe, he’s such a dork but oh my god he is so hot. Eddie tries his best to “dance” along with him, feeling more like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time.

They continue to dance for a little while, Eddie slowly feeling more comfortable as the alcohol starts to tingle through him. Eddie is still keenly away that he obviously isn’t the only one who thinks Steve looks delicious right now. But he watches in disgust as he sees another guy eyeing him up before coming over to them.

Steve feels somebody else’s hand touch his lower back, glancing at Eddie he can see the metalhead’s eyes darken protectively.

“Hey, you’re really hot,” Steve can smell the alcohol on the other man's breath as he slurs in his ear.

Steve turns slightly to him, giving him a small but polite smile as he mumbles out thanks before turning back to Eddie as he tries to move away from the other guy’s hand.

The drunken man follows, however, pressing up against Steve as he asks, what Steve is assuming, to dance. It’s hard to make out anything he’s saying as his words get lost in an intoxicated mumble, hot on Steve’s ear.

“Look man,” Steve lightly pushes him off, trying to get some distance between them, “I’m not really interested, okay?”

The drunk still doesn’t take a hint. Pressing his front up close to Steve, placing his hands on Steve’s hips but before he can get even a whisper out Eddie is forcefully pushing the other guy off by his shoulder, holding him upright as he stumbles from the impact.

“Maybe you didn’t hear him, he said fuck off,” Eddie seethes. The other guy looks at Eddie in disgust. Steve can see the way they’re both eyeing each other.

“Ed’s,” Steve warns with a hand on his chest, trying to de-escalate the interaction, “it’s fine, come on let’s go get another drink.”

Before Eddie can protest or get them kicked out of a club they just got to, Steve takes his hand. Leading them back through the sea of people to the bar.

Steve can feel Eddie’s hand gripping his. The squeeze is bordering on painful, but Steve doesn’t dare untangle their fingers.

Steve orders them another drink each as Eddie stands seething behind him, alcohol making Eddie feel even more possessive than usual, maybe blowing the situation out of proportion. He presses his chest right up against Steve’s back, as if he’s trying to shield him from every other person in the club.

“You know you don’t have to “defend my honour” right?” Steve tries to joke with Eddie after he thanks the bartender for their drinks.

He turns around to face Eddie finally, laughter halting the second he sees the dark look on Eddie’s face. He’s seen that face before and he loves it.

“I do,” he seethes, bringing his hand up to cup Steve’s face, tender in spite of his words, “but I need everyone to know that you’re mine.” He brings his lips to Steve’s in a searing kiss.

Eddie is quick to deepen the kiss, tongue roughly invading Steve’s mouth almost instantly. The taste of cheap alcohol being passed between them.

Steve gets drunk on Eddie. The way he’s cradling Steve so delicately while invading his mouth so desperately making his head swim even more than the liquor. They continue to invade each other's space, Steve's hands clinging to Eddie’s hips.

They break the kiss reluctantly when they both need to come up for air.

“God I love when you're jealous,” Steve breathes.

Eddie takes a sip of the dark liquid in his cup, hand still against Steve’s face before he starts to nip at Steve's jaw.

“Oh I know you do sweetheart,” Eddie drawls before capturing Steve's lips again, the kiss is slower this time, but equally as passionate, as they relax into each other. Eddie’s hands roaming down to rest in Steve’s back jeans pockets as he leans his back against the bar.

They can feel the bulge in each other’s jeans as they press incredibly closer to each other, slowly grinding against each other.

Steve starts to sway slightly as he gets bumped by a passing patron, causing Eddie to open his eyes as he holds Steve up, the kiss only breaking slightly before Steve leans back into Eddie.

But before Eddie can get lost in the kiss again, out of the corner of his eye, something catches his attention across the bar. It feels like eternity as his brain catches up to what his eyes are seeing, but he’d be able to tell that face anywhere, the one that’s haunted his dreams for a year.

You.

Eddie feels as if the bar has gone silent. The whole building might as well be empty besides the two of you. He feels sick with all of the emotions swirling around him. He feels relief at finally seeing you, knowing you’re somewhat okay. But can’t stop feeling as if his heart is being ripped from his chest, the hurt and sadness and regret from all of those nights crying over you coming back to him all at once.

He watches as your attention is on the bartender in front of you, arms leant against the sticky bar, accentuating your cleavage. He curses himself for looking but god do you look good.

Before he can stare at you longer he notices the other person next to you, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he sees his hand on your lower back. He knows he has no right to be jealous but the site of another man touching you sends him reeling.

Without meaning to, Eddie nips Steve’s lip that’s still moving against his own before pulling back, eyes never leaving you.

Steve can’t help the whimper that leaves his lips, his brain taking a couple of seconds to register the look on Eddie’s face. He looks like he's seen a ghost.

Dazed, Steve follows Eddie’s line of sight when he sees it.

You.

Steve has a similar experience to Eddie. His head swimming from all of the ugly and heavy emotions hitting him all at once. He’s thankful that Eddie’s body is still pressed against his, somewhat grounding him.

“Holy shit,” Steve mutters, much happier than Eddie expected. Steve obviously hasn’t seen the guy standing next to you.

Steve’s eyes can’t help but roam your body, much like Eddie’s had. You look different but good. Steve’s eyes take in the black fabric hugging your body, the way it accentuates your curves, the way your hair shines and your eyes sparkle. He watches you in awe… until his eyes land on your back. Or actually, what's on your back.

Steve feels his heart plummet as he realises you’re here with someone else. His eyes stare daggers into the boy’s hand that’s resting too comfortably on the small of your back. He feels like he's about to be sick with all of the emotions rushing through him. He has no right to feel so angry but as he looks at the boy cozying up to you he has to stop himself from rushing over there, pulling you away from the other man and never letting you go again.

“What the fuck,” he mutters. Finally he must've seen it, Eddie thinks.

They watch in silence as the bartender pours two shots in front of you and the other guy who is still touching you. They’re mildly surprised when you take one of the shots, not usually one to drink anything that doesn’t taste like it’s basically just juice.

As you bring the small glass to your lips you look up. Steve feels the breath hitch in his throat as your eye’s meet his for the first time in over a year. Before your eyes quickly flash to Eddie, who has a similar reaction, before your face contorts in disgust at the strong liquid sliding down your throat.

They’re enraged as they see you take his hand. Dragging him away quickly. Hurt crushes their chests as they realise how quickly you want to get away from them.

Steve’s eyes follow you as you leave, sadness and anger clearly showing in his darkened pupils.

“Who the hell is that,” Eddie seethes in Steve’s ear, pulling him closer, “we can’t let her go this time man, we gotta follow her,” Steve watches as you briefly turn to look back, a ray of hope cracking through the gloom before you turn to leave once again.

“I can’t- we can’t lose her, again,” Eddie pleads.

Steve turns to face him, he can see his own pain and anger mirrored in Eddie’s face. He nods definitively at him, they can’t let you go again. He pulls him back through the crowd, stopping when they see you again. They leave some room in between you and them, not wanting to overcrowd you and to give them time to come up with a plan.

As to not stand out too much Steve starts to mindlessly dance to the music while Eddie sways in front of him. Eddie watches as you continue to dance with him but catches you looking around. He prays you're looking for them, but doesnt get his hopes up. When your eyes start to scan closer to where they're standing Eddie lurches forward, starting to press gentle kisses to Steve’s neck, trying to make it look like he wasn't just staring at you.

Eddie chances a glance up, seeing that you’re watching them. He whispers to Steve, letting him know that they have your attention. They both make eye contact with you, a million emotions taking hold of them, but mostly they are hurt and angry as they watch you dance and have fun with someone else. Someone who isn't them. Someone who could’ve easily been them if they just hadn’t been such idiots.

Blood boils in their veins and, admittedly, their cocks as they watch you turn back to the other man, kissing and grinding against him as he holds you close. They hate how much your little show is turning them on.

They’re both completely taken aback when you wink at them.

“She fucking knows what she’s doing to us,” Eddie practically growls in Steve’s ear.

“Fucking brat,” Steve scoffs.

They watch on in lustful irritation as you continue your little show for them. They watch your hips sway and grind, your hands roam your dates body as they try to not look at his hands roaming yours. They continue to dance with each other, both absentmindedly grinding into the other as they feel themselves grow painfully hard against each other.

The alcohol, the atmosphere, that damn dress you're wearing is messing with them. Their thoughts are completely muddled, they don’t know what to think or how to feel. The only thing they can think clearly is how much they would kill to rip that dress off you and show everyone in the club who you belong to.

They feel as if they’re on the verge of stalking over there when they see your date lean down to whisper in your ear. Eddie has to stop himself from scoffing as he thinks of all the stupid, cheesy shit he could be spurting. All the sappy shit you and him used to make fun of.

Confusion washes over them both as they see the other man leave suddenly. They see you nod at him, and the forced smile you give him before his retreat, but they can tell you’re uncomfortable.

They watch as you continue to dance by yourself, although you look much more tense now that you’re alone. They mentally add this to the ever growing list of things they don’t like about this guy.

Even tense, the way you dance has them mesmerised. They almost forget about their plan to talk to you as they become completely bewitched by you.

Eddie can’t take it anymore, you’re so close to him and finally alone, he has to talk to you.

“This is our chance,” Eddie whispers urgently and a little too loudly in Steve’s ear. Throwing all caution and reason to the wind he quickly starts weaving his way through the crowd.

“Wha- hey, Ed's wait-,” shouldn’t we think about this and what we’re gonna say first? Steve was about to say, but Eddie had left too quickly. Steve curses as he starts to move after Eddie, holding back a bit as he watches the metalhead go up to you, wanting to gauge your reaction.

Eddie sees you turning around, face searching for someone. He’s surprised to find you’re looking right where they used to be standing. Maybe you were watching them as much as they were watching you?, he thinks, still hopeful you’ll actually want to talk to him.

He falters slightly as he finally reaches you, suddenly aware that he’s not sure what he’s even going to say to you, where does he even start? He’d also be lying if he said your outfit wasn’t making him feel a little bit intimidated…

Suddenly he sees you start to leave. He rushes forward, grabbing onto your waist lightly and pulling you into him. His eyes involuntarily roll back as he feels you brush against him.

“Hey there, little one,” he purrs into your ear, your old nickname easily rolling off his tongue, making him aware of how much he’s missed saying it.

His mind is reeling at having you this close to him. The sliver of coherent thoughts he had left have officially been pushed out of his mind by thoughts of you. How you look, how you feel, hell even how you smell.

“We liked that little show you put on for us, sweetheart,” he continues. Not exactly what he wanted to say but he knew he had to say something and that was the first thing he could think of through the fog of desire that’s set in heavy around his head.

His hands feel as though they have a mind of their own as he starts to massage your hips. He has to suppress a groan at the way they feel pressed beneath your thin dress. His hips involuntarily press closer to you and Eddie could get down on his knees and pray when he feels you press back against him too.

He starts to sway to the music as he had with Steve, to make it so neither of you stand out and also as an excuse to get some sort of friction against his throbbing dick that’s pressed perfectly against the plush of your ass.

Getting swept away in you he starts to press light kisses to your neck, keeping it light, knowing he shouldn’t push his luck. He’s pleasantly surprised when you let out a breathy moan and sink back against him further, your head lolling ever so slightly to the side to give him more access to your throat.

Steve watches on at your interaction. At first rolling his eyes at Eddie, thinking for sure he was about to get slapped by you. But now he watches on with lust and honestly a bit of jealousy. He knows you and Eddie are going to regret this later but he can’t keep his eyes away, his hands twitching and dick hardening as he tries to fight his own reason, the alcohol, and you and Eddie, making it extremely hard to.

Nerves pierce Eddie's heart as he feels you start to pull away slightly and at the look you’re giving him as you finally turn to face him. He can see the conflicted emotions on your face, you seem almost guilty at how much you’re enjoying this. He watches you as he waits for you to say something, but instead you just search his own eyes. He has to suppress a smirk as he watches your lips part and thighs clench at the lust you obviously find swimming in his dark pupils.

Steve has officially lost all sense of reason when he sees you suddenly turn around in Eddie’s arms, he can’t see the look on your face but he can read your body language. He decides to join you and Eddie, coming up behind you just in time for you to step back against him.

He shudders as he feels you pressed against him again, becoming instantly intoxicated by you. He bends to your height, lips accidentally brushing your ear as he whispers “don't be like that, honey.”

He mentally celebrates when you relax, pushing back into him and letting Eddie step close to you again. Steve can’t help but let his hands roam you, electricity forming under his fingertips as he traces your waist and thighs, like his hands can’t believe they're actually feeling you again. His hard on presses rougher than he’d meant to against you, his possessive side truly taking the reins.

“Can you feel what your little show did to us baby?” Steve continues in your ear, desperate for you to say something, “you’re so fucking naughtly getting us all worked up like that.”

They continue to tease you, pressing against you, their hands continuing to roam wherever they can reach, revelling in the little breathy sounds you're making. But they share a look when you still haven’t responded to either of them.

“Anything to say for yourself, miss?” Eddie tries, growing desperate to hear you say anything, even if it’s telling them to stop, just any indication you’re liking (or not liking) this.

They chuckle in relief as they hear you moan in response, much louder than the noises you had been making, but still, it’s not enough, they need to hear your voice again.

They’re growing painfully desperate as they continue to touch your body. Steve’s hands end up all over your thighs as Eddie’s come to rest perfectly against your waist. Where they belong, they both think.

Steve decides to try his luck as his fingers slowly glide further and further towards the front of your thighs, hips bucking against you as you let out a fucking whimper at the action. He starts to kiss up your throat again, causing Eddie to smirk at him when your eyes flutter closed.

“That feel nice, pretty girl?” Steve tries, surely you have to reply to this, and just in case he adds, “want me to keep going?”

Eddie anxiously watches your face, looking for any sign of discomfort. He relaxes when he sees you nod slowly, but still it’s not your beautiful voice.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “you know the rules princess, use your words.”

Eddie and Steve feel as though they’ve ascended to heaven when they hear you finally whimper out a small and shaky “please”. Your voice sounds like music to their ears, the fucked out tone making their dicks throb.

Eddie nods at Steve, just in case he’d missed your tiny plea, desperate to see you come apart for them. Steve groans as his fingers finally make contact with your already dripping cunt, he has to fight against his need to finger you and to continue touching you, and the aching of his dick pressed too tightly against his pants.

He dips his fingers into your underwear, growing impatient as he continues to moan in your ear, not even trying to stop them anymore.

“Fuck you’re dripping,” he can’t help but tease, “this all for us huh?”

They revel in the way you nod your head enthusiastically and can only whimper in response. Beneath all of the lust and cloudy thoughts they realise that this must mean you still want them at least a little bit… right?

Eddie almost cums in his jeans at the sound you make when Steve’s fingers finally dip into your soaking cunt. He feels your knees start to buckle as Steve finds a steady pace immediately. Eddie hopes you won't hate him later for the bruises his fingers are sure to leave with how much he’s gripping your waist, trying his best to keep you all upright and somewhat inconspicuous.

Eddie presses further into you to have some leverage while holding you up. He doesn’t, however, anticipate that this position would make the back of Steve's palm drag against his clothed bulge as he continues to finger you. Eddie clenches his jaw as he feels himself growing embarrassingly close just from the back of Steve's hand rubbing him.

Steve feels completely overwhelmed in the best way possible, feeling you clenching around his fingers as you grow closer, Eddie’s cock bumping against the other side of his hand as he rocks into him too, his cock so hard Steve swears he can feel it throb, even through his jeans. He can’t help but try and chase some release too, hips repeatedly grinding into your ass.

They both have to hold back lewd groans as they hear your moans become higher, a telltale sign you’re just as close and as worked up as they are.

They groan as they hear you stutter out an almost incomprehensible “I’m, I’m-” before you're gushing around Steve’s fingers, face buried into the crook of Eddie’s neck as you finally come apart for them.

The way you’re clinging to him shouldn’t warm Eddie’s heart as much as it does, the current situation nowhere near ‘heartwarming’, but he cherishes it anyway.

They’re fighting every urge in their body to not push you to the sticky floor and have their way with you as they hear your moans fall from your beautiful lips, god they've missed your sounds so much.

As you start coming down from your high they start rubbing you soothingly, Steve focusing on your thighs and Eddie’s hand in your hair, holding you against him gently as he tells you how beautiful you look and how well you did for them.

They never want this moment to end, the peace they both finally feel having you in their arms again is incomparable to anything they’ve ever felt. It’s the one thing that’s felt wrong their entire relationship. The absence of you.

Their perfect scenario comes crashing down all too fast as you suddenly stiffen in their arms. Lifting your head from Eddie’s shoulder you tentatively meet his eyes.

He feels like he’s going to be sick as he instantly sees the overwhelmed look in them. He whispers your name carefully, pleadingly, knowing you’re about to run away again, knowing he can’t lose you, not again. He’s about to start pleading with you but before he can say anything you snap at him, telling him to let you go.

You push back against Eddie’s chest, prying your way out from in between them, and they let you, not wanting to physically force you to stay. They yell after you as they start to follow you, but you ignore them, rushing away as fast as your heels will let you.

Steve’s turns around to look at Eddie. He wears a face that looks as broken as Steve feels.

“We fucked up.”

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