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“Ed! It’s here! It’s here! Come see!”

Ed has just let himself into Stede’s house with his key (his own key!) when he hears Stede’s voice yelling excitedly from the direction of his home gym in the basement. Ed grins to himself.

Stede has moved more and more into fitness influencing, even though he still takes select modeling gigs. He’s just gotten a big endorsement deal with Core Pilates, and they sent him his very own expensive piece of Pilates equipment to review. He’s always going on in videos about how cyclists could benefit from Pilates more than they think. He also thinks not enough men practice it; he’s even thinking of becoming a certified instructor. Ed can certainly attest to the benefits—Stede’s core strength is fucking insane. He insists it’s very good for their sex life too, something about strengthening his pelvic floor.

Aside benefits aside, it’s not that Ed is excited about Stede getting a Pilates reformer, exactly—Ed has no fucking idea what this thing even is, even though Stede has tried to explain. But he knows Stede is excited about it. And Ed loves excited Stede—his skin flushes a pretty shade of pink, and his wide hazel eyes sparkle. His adorable dimples appear, and Ed can’t get enough of those.

“Be there in a sec!” he calls down the stairs. As Ed puts his jacket away and takes his shoes off, he thinks for the millionth time how lucky he is to have met Stede. The past six months have been the best of his life. By a lot. Ed’s over at Stede’s five or six nights a week, and they just have the best time together—hanging out, making dinner, watching movies.

And having sex. So much sex. Ed may have had more sex in the past six months than the rest of his adult life, and he hasn’t lived like a monk. Stede is energetic and insatiable, which makes Ed energetic and insatiable in turn, resulting in a filthy, glorious feedback loop. Stede is also flexible… and inventive. Fuck, now Ed’s horny, but he imagines that he has to go be a good boyfriend and admire the Pilates thingy sufficiently before he can get any.

Ed looks around Stede’s house—he’s always so happy here, and can’t wait for it to be his house, too. They’ve talked about it. Ed is only just about to meet Stede’s kids for the first time soon when they visit since they live a few states away with his ex. He and Stede have agreed to discuss it again once that happens—Stede doesn’t want to introduce Ed as a live-in partner for his first time meeting them, which makes sense.

Mentally and emotionally, though, Ed’s U-Haul is all packed up.

“Ed! Hurry up—I need your help!” Stede calls from the basement. Ed finishes putting his stuff away and bounds down the stairs to see what all the fuss is about.

“Hey, babe!” Ed walks into the gym and stops cold. Hello. Stede is wearing his tiny little red workout shorts—those are Ed’s favorites since they show off most of Stede’s legs and leave little of what they do cover to the imagination.

Stede is lying on his back on the reformer thingy¹, with his feet in some kind of looped straps, each one attached to a long cord. He’s circling his legs in the air², which moves the carriage of the reformer back and forth. All the breath leaves Ed’s body. This is supposed to be an exercise apparatus, but it looks like something out of a weird kind of athletic sex dungeon. The mirrored wall parallel to the reformer reflects Stede movements.

Ed needs to spend more time in Stede’s home gym—he’s been missing out.

Stede waves, smiling widely. “Ed! Isn’t this great? I wanted to record myself for my channel, but I left my tripod upstairs. Do you mind?”

Ed swallows. Stede wants Ed to record him. Sure, this is fine, he can do that, even though he’s already getting hard in his jeans; watching Stede contort his body in his tight tank top and tiny red shorts definitely won’t make that any worse at all. Ed clears his throat and says, “Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Great!” Stede is beaming at him. “My phone’s over there!” He gestures to a long black box on the floor a few feet away.

Ed grabs the phone, sits down on an adjacent weight bench, and starts recording, and Stede starts doing the leg circles again. “Hi everyone! Check out this cool Pilates reformer I just received, courtesy of the fine folks at Core Pilates! Today I’m going to show you a few basic reformer moves. These are the classic leg circles, and they’re really good for hip mobility!” Stede starts circling his legs even wider now, his shorts riding up with each swoop of his legs as he spreads them wide (goddamn he’s flexible) and brings them back together again.

If Ed were wearing a collared shirt instead of a tee shirt, he’d feel very hot under it right now. He manages to hold himself together, even though all he wants to do is grab Stede and rip his obscene, minuscule shorts off. But Ed knows this fitness influencer stuff is important to Stede, and that he’s excited about this new Pilates content for his channel. So Ed tries to ignore his cock (though it’s getting insistent) and focus on getting good footage. He’s a photographer. He’s shot hot people before, has worked through being horny (most recently with Stede); he can do it again.

Of course, he fucked Stede right after that….

Ed cools off for a bit as Stede moves through a few moves that are a bit tamer—holding his legs together and lifting them up and down, and doing something that he calls a “frog”.³ Stede looks hot as fuck doing all of it, of course, but these moves are less pornographic than the leg circles, at least.

After finishing the froggy move, Stede announces in his chipper voice that it’s a good time to do some stretches. “There are a few lovely ones you can do with feet in straps!” First, Stede lifts his legs straight in the air and pulls on the straps to get a hamstring stretch. Oooh, Ed needs to try that stretch himself since his hamstrings are always tight. Then Stede groans—Ed sucks in a breath as the noise goes straight to his dick.

The next move Stede makes sends Ed even further into hell. Stede—what the actual fuck?—bends his knees back towards his chest and grabs his feet, saying, “This is also a great time to try a happy baby⁴ stretch.” This absolutely obscene stretch is called a happy baby? Who names this stuff?

Ed's face is burning now. Stede groans again and rocks from side to side a bit. They’ve had sex with Stede in this position quite a few times, so it’s not surprising that now his cock is having some kind of Pavlovian response, filling and growing hard enough that he shifts uncomfortably on the weight bench. Fortunately, Stede seems too engrossed in his stretch (still groaning, fuck) to notice.

Stede suddenly lets go of his feet, shoots his legs straight up in the air, and spreads them wide, “Oh, and of course, you can do a straddle if that feels good for you,” he chirps. “Ooooooh, yeah, feels good for me, I was definitely feeling tight, feels really good to stretch that out.”

Ed nearly drops Stede’s phone.

He’s also starting to be a little uncomfortable with the idea of putting this footage out to Stede’s thousands of followers if he’s honest—it’s pretty fucking erotic if you ask him, and a lot of those people are thirsty, though ultimately he will support whatever Stede wants to do.

(Ed does want to AirDrop the video to his own phone, with permission, of course.)

After another moment of groaning and stretching, Stede grabs the loops and removes them from his feet. “Hmm, you missed me doing the footwork portion of the session, but we can always record that later and edit the bits together,” Stede tells Ed. “Now I’ll do some planks to pikes!”⁵

Ed knows what a plank is, but he must look confused as he tries to figure out how Stede will manage it on the reformer. Getting up on the carriage, Stede explains: “I’m going to put my feet on the carriage back by these shoulder rests, and my hands on the footbar.” He bends down, grabs the footbar with his hands, and then pushes the carriage pack with his legs until he’s in a plank, which he holds very easily for a minute while chatting about how good planks are for the core.

Ed doesn’t hear what he’s saying because his upper arm muscles are bulging—Ed wants to chomp on them.

Fuuuuuuuck, he’s strong.

It is very, very hot in here now. Has the heat come on? Is there a thermostat down here? Ed feels as if his entire body is on fire. He tries to hold himself very still so as not to distract Stede—this is work for him! Ed wants to be respectful! But it’s difficult, especially with all the blood in his body rushing to his cock.

“Now to pike!” Ed’s about to ask what a pike is, but Stede is already moving the carriage so that his body is in a vee shape with his ass up in the air. “You should be moving the carriage from your abs with these, not your legs!” Stede then starts moving between the plank and the pike. Ed’s mind goes completely blank. He makes a little choked-off noise, and the hand that’s not holding the phone grips the edge of the weight bench.

Stede turns his head from a plank. “You okay over there, darling?” he asks. Then he fucking winks, the fucking fucker. All this time, Ed had thought that Stede was innocently doing his Pilates routine while Ed was perving on him and slowly losing his mind.

He knows what he’s doing.

Two can play this innocent game. “Yep, I’m good.” Ed crosses his legs and tries to make his face as blank as possible, but he figures that his flushed skin probably gives him away. “Looking great, babe.” He gives Stede an awkward thumbs-up.

Stede does a few more planks to pikes, including ones where one leg is straight up in the air. That almost makes Ed toss the phone aside, stride over to the reformer, and haul Stede off of it.

Ed manages to keep what little composure he has left through a few more exercises—Stede lays on his side, puts the strap on one foot, and does some leg lifts and what he calls “clamshells,”⁶ where he lays on his side and lifts his top knee straight up: “We neglect our hip health!” His legs are mesmerizing as they slice through the air, but Ed pretends to keep his cool, even though his cock is fucking leaking into his briefs now.

“How’s it all looking, Ed?” Stede asks as he maneuvers himself again. He grabs the black box off the floor, lays it longways on top of the reformer carriage, grabs a strap, and gets on it.

On all fours.

Ed clears his throat. “Um, yeah, fucking great.”

Stede is hooking the strap over his foot. “You may want to change the angle—this one’s great for the glutes, so you should shoot me from behind.”

Ed nearly chokes. “Yep, great, sure thing.” Since Ed is sitting at an angle, he gingerly gets up and walks to shoot him from behind—one of his favorite views in the world. Stede’s got a skinny white guy ass, for sure, but it’s tight and fits in the palms of Ed’s hands perfectly.

Stede kicks the leg in the strap straight back at hip level⁷ a few times, then turns his head to look back at Ed. He’s decided to drop the facade that he’s oblivious to Ed’s plight—his glance is purposeful and full of heat. Ed doesn’t know if Stede set out to seduce him or if things just evolved—either way, he’s at his limit now.

“Stede,” Ed croaks, “is this still for your fitness channel, or did you start an OnlyFans and didn’t tell me?”

“Ed, don’t be silly! No one would want to see me on OnlyFans!”

“Uh, beg to differ, mate,” Ed insists. It still amazes him that Stede doesn’t seem to fully understand what a smokeshow he is. “I’d want to see it—like, you fingering yourself open for the camera? That would be hot as fuck.” He thinks he hears Stede suck in a breath.

Oh, there’s a thought.

It’s a fantastic thought. Might be Ed’s best idea ever, in fact, and he’s a well-known expert idea-haver.

“Babe, is that something you might like… being a camboy?” Stede looks back at him in surprise, lips parted, but he makes a little whimpering noise. “Wanna be a little whore on camera, just for me?”

“Ed!” Stede’s face is bright red.

“Color?” Ed asks. They’d recently discussed using the stoplight system for some kinkier stuff they want to explore, but this is the first time they’re putting it into action.

“Yellow,” Stede replies, as he struggles to get the strap off his foot. Ed turns off the video and moves to help him. Stede sits back on his heels on the black box, facing Ed. “You wouldn’t actually…?”

“Put it online? That would be your decision anyway, but if it were up to me, fuck, no. But it could be fun to pretend—like, roleplay, y’know?”

“But you’d like to have a recording of me… doing sex stuff? Just for you—well, us?” Stede asks.

“Yeah, that would be incredible, but it’s up to you. Always. And if we record it and you hate it, we’ll delete it. It’s your phone.”

Stede bites his lip in thought, but Ed can see that Stede’s gotten hard in his microscopic red shorts.

“Let’s do it,” Stede says, decisively. “Green!” He gets up and moves the black box so that it’s lying the short way across the carriage of the reformer. He then gets on his knees and drapes his torso over the box, propping himself on his forearms. “I think this will be easier for what you want me to do. And… action!”

Ed loves this dork so much—he huffs a laugh. “Think I’m the director here, mate.”

“Yes, sir,” Stede replies.

Holy shit, this is happening. Ed swallows.

He then digs into his pocket—he’d learned very early on in their relationship to keep a couple of packets of Astroglide handy at all times. He hands one to Stede. “You’re gonna need that.”

Ed holds up the phone and moves behind Stede. “Three, two, one… Action!” Stede wriggles his ass a bit.

Ed unzips his pants and pulls his aching cock out of his briefs. They both know where this is going, no point in playing coy now, and he can film Stede one-handed. “Baby, fucking hell, you’re so fucking hot. Pull down your shorts—let me see your sweet little ass.”

Stede immediately reaches for the waistband of his shorts and wriggles them down his hips until they’re down by his knees. The creamy expanse of his bare ass is already visible; Ed’s knees almost give out. “No underwear?”

“My workout shorts are lined!” Stede looks back at Ed, eyes widening and going straight to his cock.

“Bloody fucking—“ Ed’s losing his composure already when he’s supposed to be the director here, so to speak. He takes a deep breath. “Spread your ass cheeks. Let me see your pretty little hole.” Stede moans and grabs a cheek in each hand, exposing his hole to Ed’s gaze. He starts massaging them a bit. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it—wiggle a bit, let me enjoy the view.” Stede obligingly wiggles from side to side so that his pert little cheeks jiggle.

Ed quickly spits in his hand and starts stroking his own cock, just a bit, to ease the pressure. This is already the hottest thing to happen in Ed’s entire life, and they’re just getting started. He won’t last long if he starts full-on wanking right now.

“Spread your hole open a bit—but no finger inside till I say.”

“Ed!” Stede whines. Stede’s cock, hanging down the side of the black box, is already leaking onto the carriage below. He’s really into this, then.

Ed moves thumb over the slit of his own cock to slick up his hand a bit more. “Nuh-uh, you're my little camboy right now. You’ll come when I’m ready, and not before.” Stede makes a high-pitched sound but his fingers move to spread his hole open. Stroking himself languidly, Ed moves in closer. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Whoring yourself on camera for me?”

Stede yells Ed’s name again, but then he sighs—Ed can see the tension leaving his body a bit as he toys with his entrance. “Answer me,” Ed insists.

“Yes—fuck! Yes, okay! I like it. Sir!”

“Fuck yeah, you want everyone to see.”

Stede makes a happy, affirmative noise and nods eagerly.

“Good boy, that’s more like it,” Ed says. He wants to move this along, though—he needs to give Stede a mind-blowing orgasm on his cock, but that becomes less and less likely as their little camboy game goes on. “You can open the lube now—put some on your fingers and then hand the rest to me.”

Stede grabs the packet from the black box, looks back at Ed, and opens it with his teeth (nice touch, that). He passes it back to Ed, who dribbles the rest over Stede’s entrance—careful not to touch him too much, not yet anyway. Stede’s hole clenches a bit, unconsciously, and shit fuck goddamn Ed may not last long after all. “Such a needy little hole,” Ed breathes, gripping the base of his cock to keep from shooting off too soon. “Go on, one finger, but tease yourself a little.”

Stede makes a happy sighing noise as he starts teasing the rim of his entrance with one slick finger. Ed knows Stede loves this, just fucking loves it, is absolutely insatiable for it. They switch off on topping quite often, and it’s incredible (everything they do together is incredible), but Stede loves taking Ed’s fingers or his cock more than anything else.

Fortunately for both of them, Ed is very into giving Stede his fingers and cock—fucking obsessed with doing those things, actually.

Stede’s making those breathy little noises Ed loves now, so he tells Stede to slip the tip of his finger inside. They do this enough, so it goes in fairly easily, and Stede’s now moaning like a whore and Ed just has to touch him or he’ll expire right on the spot.

So Ed moves closer and moves his hand from his own cock to one of Stede’s ass cheeks and spreads it as he moves the phone in for a tighter shot. Stede wiggles his ass a bit again, sighing Ed’s name, as his finger moves in a circle inside himself, first slowly but with increasing speed. Entranced, Ed asks, “How does it feel?”

Stede looks over his shoulder again, raising his eyebrows mischievously. “Mmm, it’s g-good, but it would be better if you did it. Or maybe,” Stede pants, finger moving deeper now, “I just want you to forget all that and fuck me.”

“Brat,” Ed murmurs, but he’s so hypnotized by the movement of Stede’s finger around and around and in and out of his hole that he forgets for a moment that he’s supposed to be in charge here. Stede looks back at him with a raised eyebrow and wiggles his ass a bit.Oh, fuck, right, Ed knows what he wants—they’ve discussed this, and Stede’s very keen. He lifts his hand and brings it down, medium-hard, on Stede’s asscheek a few times. “Ahhhhhh!” Stede cries.

“You’ll get my cock if and when I’m ready to give it to you.”

“Color?” Ed prompts—he thinks that was a good noise but wants to be sure.

Stede’s voice is high and needy: “Green, green, so fucking green!”

“Good. Your ass is mine. You won’t get my cock or come till I say. But maybe you can add another finger if you’re good.”

“Oh, please! I’ll be so good,” Stede moans.

Ed would like to draw this out longer, but he doesn’t dare. “Go on then, add a finger. I want you open and ready for me,” Ed growls. Stede lubes up his middle finger and puts it in, and Ed’s cock twitches as he watches Stede’s hole stretch around it. If it were physically possible for a forty-three-year-old man to come untouched just from watching his boyfriend finger fuck himself, it would probably be about to happen. Is there some counterpart to cockdrunk? Holedrunk? Whatever it is, Ed’s entire body is shaking (probably affecting the video quality, tripod next time). He feels like liquid fire is flowing through his veins.

Stede nearly screams all of a sudden—he must have found his prostate, and that’s it, Ed needs to fill him up with his cock right the fuck now. Needs to be the cause of screams, of all his needy noises. As fun as their game has been, there hasn’t been nearly enough touching or kissing.

“Fuck, baby, need you. Get off that thing, take your clothes off” Looking around wildly, Ed starts strategizing about the best place for them to fuck since they likely can’t both fit on any stable part of the reformer. He spots the weight bench he’d been sitting on, one end of which is facing the mirrored wall.

Perfect. He’s going to show Stede exactly how sexy he is.

Stede has hopped off the reformer and stripped now, down to nothing but his little grippy socks—he’s breathing heavily, and his gorgeous dick is flushed and standing proudly between his legs. Ed uses his free hand to grab him around the waist and pull their chests flush together. Their cocks nudge against one another as he reels Stede in for a filthy kiss, all teeth clacking and tongues wildly dancing.

“C’mon,” Ed says, breaking the kiss and pulling Stede over to the bench. He shoves his pants and briefs down, and then adjusts one side of the weight bench up so he can recline on it before sitting down and facing the mirror. “Sit on my lap facing the mirror. Want you to see how fucking hot you are.”

Stede’s eyes go wide. “Are you, um, going to—“

“Record? Nah, gonna have my hands full. We’ll use the tripod sometime if you like.” Ed puts the phone down, pulls out his other packet of lube, and tears it open so he can slick himself up. Stede comes over and sits on Ed’s lap, facing the mirror, spreading his legs wide, and bracing his feet on the floor.

Ed wraps his arms around Stede’s strong torso—finally—and rubs his hands all over Stede’s chest, kissing his neck and inhaling the intoxicating scent of Stede’s sweat mixed with his lavender and citrus soap. Stede turns his head to bring their lips together—the angle is awkward but it feels fantastic anyway, feeling Stede’s soft lips on his own.

“Baby, look at us,” Ed whispers after breaking the kiss, resting his chin on Stede’s shoulder. He reaches down with his right hand, still slick with lube, to stroke Stede’s cock; his left hand toys with Stede’s nipple. They look incredible together—creamy, freckled skin against tan, inked skin. Fluffy blond sex hair (sticking up in fifty different directions), and long dark hair shot through with silver. Big brown eyes and glowing hazel eyes.

Complimentary. A perfect pair. Do not separate.

Stede’s face in the mirror is a picture of awe—softly parted, kiss-swollen lips and eyes with pupils blown wide. “We’re beautiful,” Stede replies, his voice somehow sounding both filled with wonder and drunk with lust.

Ed nips gently at his shoulder with his teeth, then kisses his neck again, hard enough to suck in a bruise. He sweeps the thumb of his right hand to thumb at the slit of Stede’s cock, reveling in the wetness he feels there. “You’re beautiful. Stunningly gorgeous. Incredibly fucking sexy. An absolute smokeshow. Do you see it now?”

Ed feels Stede’s dick twitch in his hand. “I—I think I do see it,” Stede says excitedly.

Ed moves his hand off Stede’s cock—he runs both his hands along Stede’s strong thighs. “Good, now I want you to see how fantastic you look when I’m fucking you,” Ed purrs into his ear. Stede quickly lifts his hips to line up his entrance with Ed’s cock. Ed can feel a shudder of pleasure run through Stede’s entire body as he fills himself with Ed’s cock; his own body shudders as well, in both relief and anticipation.

Stede pauses for a moment to let his body adjust around Ed, closing his eyes, head falling back onto Ed’s shoulder. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Take what you want from me,” Ed tells him. “Just keep your eyes open, long as you can.”

Stede’s eyes snap open, looking straight into the mirror. He starts moving up and down on Ed’s lap, his hole clenching and unclenching around Ed. “Fuck yes, baby, you’re so tight.” The pace is unhurried and steady to start with as they watch themselves in the mirror, entranced.

Ed wanted Stede to set the pace, but now he needs more, so he grabs Stede’s waist, fingers digging into the little bit of soft flesh there, willing him to go a little faster. Stede obliges, slamming his body up and down, cock bobbing around. As if from outside his own body, Ed hears himself moaning, high and needy. He feels the start of his orgasm welling up already, deep inside him.

As Stede bounces on him and the pace starts to become frantic, the heat in Ed’s core starts radiating throughout his body, from the top of his head (he can see his own flushed face in the mirror, just beyond Stede’s bright red face, fuck), to the tips of his toes.

“Look at you, the hottest person I’ve ever seen, riding me like a whore, like a fucking angel,” he says into Stede’s ear. “Gonna come inside you, fill you up so good, love.”

“Ed!” Stede cries. Ed can see now that his eyes, though open, have gone all glassy and unfocused. The muscles of his legs are quivering and straining with the effort of the relentless pace he’s setting. Stede shifts a bit, adjusts the angle, and then screams incoherently before chanting Ed’s name like a prayer—Ed’s cock is hitting the right spot inside him now.

Muscles are tensing up, Ed knows that he’s reaching the point of no return. Stede is, too, even though neither of them is touching his cock. Ed can tell by the vein that’s bulging out in his forehead. “That’s it, sweetheart, love you,” he tells Stede. “I love you.” He bites down on Stede’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.

Voice hoarse, Stede cries out. Ed sees and feels everything as Stede’s whole body jerks and his face contorts—he’s coming, and it goes on and on as his sweat-slick body collapses back into Ed, who follows soon after, orgasm hitting him with the force of a tornado ripping through him. His vision goes white, and he loses his sense of time and place for a long moment.

They lay there together for long moments, panting, before Stede turns his head, and Ed moves to meet his lips. He hugs Stede close, not wanting to let him go even to get cleaned up. “Love you.”

“Love you, darling,” Stede replies.

“You’d make a killing on OnlyFans.”

Stede laughs. “Maybe you’re right about that. Or we would, together, anyway.”

“Hell yeah, we’d be the hottest couple on there.”

Stede finally stands up, but he wobbles a bit after all the exertion, so Ed reaches out to steady him. “Stay there, I’ll get a towel,” Stede says as he walks over to where he keeps them.

Ed sees they’ve made quite a mess of Stede’s equipment as well as themselves. That reminds him…

“Hey, were you trying to seduce me with all of those X-rated Pilates moves?”

Stede, padding back with a towel, blushes. “Not at first, but you seemed, well, not unaffected. Then I couldn’t help teasing you.”

“Maybe I should learn this shit, too, give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Stede raises an eyebrow but promises to teach him.

Later that night, they watch all the footage together. The first video, the one that’s just Pilates, is no good due to Ed making all kinds of little breathy noises he hadn’t even been aware of at the time.

The camboy video is top-notch, though—Ed loves it, and he can tell that Stede does, too, based on the way he pushes Ed down the bed and sucks his cock about it.

Yes, this truly had been Ed’s best idea ever.