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Steve was relaxed.
He was really, really relaxed.
He let out a long, contented moan and shifted in his seat.
His seat happened to be Eddie's lap, where he had been for the better part of an hour, feeling like Eddie's hard cock pressing inside him was the only thing keeping him upright.
"More?" Eddie asked, one hand curled around Steve's waist to keep him steady, the other wrist resting against his skin, keeping the heat of the joint clear of him.
"Yeah, always," Steve said. He was panting, his eyes were drooping, and his voice was slurred but of course he wanted more.
"I'm going to have to cut you off soon," Eddie warned, earning a grumbling whine from Steve. "I know, baby. Not yet, don't worry."
Steve's dazed eyes fixed on Eddie's hand as it rose, holding the joint to his lips and taking a slow pull, eyes locked on Steve as he did.
When he moved the joint away, Steve leaned in before Eddie had a chance to gesture him forward, lips closing around Eddie's.
"I'm ready," he slurred against Eddie's lips, one hand on Eddie's shoulder to prop himself up, the other attached to Eddie's neck to stop him pulling away, like he'd deny Steve this. Like he'd deny Steve anything.
Eddie opened his mouth and exhaled, letting the smoke curl right into Steve's waiting throat and down.
"Good boy," he murmured with the last of his breath before leaning back. "Just a few seconds this time," he said, rubbing his thumb over Steve's sealed lips. "Ok, out for me," he said once the time had passed, and Steve let out the smoke on a shaky exhale.
"How are we doing?" Eddie asked, stroking a hand over Steve's face.
"Eddie," Steve whined, moving again above him, riding him in an uneven rhythm.
"Steve," Eddie sing-songed, "where are you?" The lilting tone had Steve giggling above him.
"I'm here," Steve said, smacking his lips. "I'm thirsty."
"You want to stop and get some water?" Eddie asked, then drew his thumb over Steve's forehead as though to smooth out the lines that had appeared at the suggestion.
"Want to come," Steve told him, trying to pick up his pace, but failing and wobbling dangerously above Eddie.
"Whoa!" Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve's waist, resting the joint in the ashtray so he could hold him steady with both hands. "You can't use my dick if you fall and break it, baby," Eddie warned. "I'll also be very unhappy."
"That makes two of us," came a voice from the doorway.
Eddie nodded a greeting at the newcomer over Steve's shoulder, Steve himself turning slowly until he could see.
"Billy!" He greeted brightly, reaching a hand out and letting his weight fall back, Eddie scrambling to keep hold of him.
Billy scoffed a laugh as he made his way to them. "How much have you had, darlin'?" He asked, hands joining Eddie's to steady Steve.
"Enough that we're done with baby on top," Eddie answered. "Give me a hand?"
"Yeah, sure," Billy agreed, but moved his hand to Steve's stuffed asshole, finger tracing the stretched skin and whistling lowly. "You've been going a while," he commented following Steve's aborted movements, stuttered cries ripped from his dry throat.
Billy slipped a finger in next to Eddie and Steve's speech failed as he mumbled nonsense into Eddie's shoulder. "Fuck, he's-"
"Relaxed," Eddie cut in with a pointed look at Billy.
They loved each other, all of them. But they also knew each other. Billy had a tendency to say mean things to Steve during sex, call him easy, loose, fucking whore.
Steve loved it, mostly, moaned deliciously and clenched around them as he came to the harsh words.
But today had been difficult: too close to the anniversary of the first time he'd picked up that bat, one too many shitty customers, and a stack of organised videos toppling out of his arms and wasting half an hour's work.
Steve needed soft today, he needed to relax, take his mind off everything. Eddie had worked hard to get him in a happy headspace, drugs and sex combining into a gentle blanket in his mind.
Billy was not going to break it like a bull in a god damn China shop.
"Relaxed," Billy agreed, meeting Eddie's eyes. "You ok, baby?" He asked Steve, catching on that something wasn't quite right.
"Thirsty," Steve repeated, leaning back and letting Billy take his weight.
"We can fix that, we're just going to move you a little first, ok?" Billy could be soft when he needed to be.
Billy's hands hooked under Steve's thighs as Eddie lifted Steve's arms to loop around Billy's head behind him. Steve turned his nose into the side of Billy's neck and sighed dreamily.
Billy lifted him in one easy movement, and Eddie slipping from his tired asshole with an obscene sound that Steve would have hated in any other state.
"Fuck, that looks good," Eddie noted, licking his lips as his eyes swept over Steve, spread out as he was with Bill holding him up by his thighs. "We should do this one day, because this is great," he rambled, twirling a finger to gesture at them.
Billy bounced Steve gently a couple of times to test his grip. "Should be doable, especially if you hold him from the front," he agreed.
Usually, Steve would balk at being talked about while he was right there, even if he did flush a beautiful colour and his pretty cock twitched, but today he just nosed into Billy's neck, breathing him in deep.
"Where am I putting him?" Billy asked. "Bedroom?"
"Yeah, get him all comfy, ok?" Eddie said, standing to run and grab a glass for Steve.
When he came back to them, Steve was laid out face down on the bed, one leg dangling as Billy rocked into him.
"He needs water," Eddie reminded him testily.
Billy's head snapped up to look at him, smirking like he knew he was getting away with something bad. "He asked me," he said simply, rolling his hips again.
"Steve, drink," Eddie said, crouching to offer Steve the straw. Billy stopped moving while Steve took some grateful sips, rubbing his hands over the exposed skin of his back, fingers tracing his moles like a dot-to-dot doodle.
"Are you going to be angry with me for jumping the queue?" Billy asked cheekily.
Eddie huffed, eyes fixed on Steve. "I'm not happy," he admitted.
"We can keep going longer this way," Billy reasoned. "I'll get close, stop, you'll take over, and we'll keep switching. He'll feel so good," he explained on a groan, rolling into Steve like the waves he used to ride.
"What do you think, baby?" Eddie asked Steve. "You got much longer left in you?"
"Yeah, come on, Eddie. You know I can take it," Steve said and wound a hand into the front of Eddie's shirt to keep him close. "Want to pass out on your dicks and wake up to your come in me."
"Fucking hell," Billy lost control for a moment, hips slapping against Steve a little too hard as he rode out the shivers the words sent through him.
"We're absolutely not doing that," Eddie said with glassy eyes and a dazed grin, lost in the picture Steve painted. "We've not talked about that at all."
"We'll talk now," Steve said with a shrug, rubbing his face against the soft bedsheets.
"When you're too high to even stand, perfect," Billy said derisively. "No, you just lie there, baby. You don't need to do anything but let us make you feel good."
Steve moaned when Billy laid himself across his back, hooking his hands under his shoulders for leverage.
"You two look so good together," Eddie told them, fisting his own cock.
Two pairs of eyes tracked the movement, one considerably less aware than the other. "Make sure you don't come too soon, Munson," Billy warned. "You wouldn't want to miss out on this sweet thing, would you?" He tempted, and Eddie held himself tightly at the base.
"See, Steve?" Billy murmured into Steve's hair, earning a questioning hum. "He's saving himself just for you, isn't that nice? Do you see how much he loves you?" He asked.
Steve moaned against the bed, eyes falling closed. "Love you both," he told them. And, God, he did.
He loved them so much that the words weren't nearly enough, left his tongue too easily, too quickly to mean what he felt for them. He frowned as he tried to think of something else. He'd never been good with words.
"We love you too, baby," Billy told him, nuzzling into his hair.
"We love you so much," Eddie echoed, leaning down to kiss Steve sweetly.
And just like that, Steve's frustrated thoughts were gone.
"Going to have to switch out here, Eds," Billy told Eddie after a while, voice strained as he pushed himself back up to a kneeling position.
"Thought you'd have more stamina with all the working out you do," Eddie teased, but nevertheless rose to kiss Billy.
"I don't bench with my dick in an ass," Billy bit out, getting closer every second.
"Maybe you should," Eddie commented with a shrug.
Billy pulled out fully on his next movement, head tilted back with a groan as he let himself come away from the edge, one hand squeezing the base of his cock to make sure he didn't finish over Steve's back.
Steve whined at the loss, slapping a hand behind him like they'd forgotten him. He broke off in a gasp when four fingers slipped into his asshole all at once.
"Great minds," Eddie said with a suppressed laugh as he watched how his and Billy's fingers pressed together inside Steve, both of them having moved to quiet him instinctively.
"I'm going to come just looking at him," Billy said in something close to awe. "Take over," he told Eddie, moving out of the way.
Eddie slipped behind Steve, pressing in with no hesitation, stilling when he was fully seated.
"Better, darling?" He asked, and Steve nodded, moaning against the bed and pushing his hips back a little. "Good, that's our good baby," Eddie soothed. "Come here, Billy."
Billy moved to kneel next to Eddie, waiting to find out what he needed. "Hey," Eddie said simply, a dopey grin breaking out across his face. "How was work, honey?" He asked.
Billy tilted his chin back, swaying in place as he tried to keep from smiling at Eddie's antics. It didn't work. "Work was fine. It's nice to come home to such a sweet treat, makes me feel so, so special," he said, low and sultry like he was still trying to seduce Eddie.
He leaned in to kiss Eddie deeply, letting his hands roam his skin casually, like they belonged on Eddie's body and were at home there.
"Welcome home, love," Eddie said when they broke the kiss.
Billy bumped their foreheads together, hoping the meaning would carry. There was only so much softness he could accept and return without going into full lockdown; he was still learning that love and affection weren't poisonous, girly things that would get him beaten.
Eddie wrapped an arm around Billy's waist, pressing one quick kiss to his lips before he turned his attention back to Steve.
Billy returned the hold gratefully, knowing Eddie understood him. His arm draped over the man's slighter shoulders, holding them together.
Eddie rolled his neck, laying his free hand on Steve's back and setting up a good rhythm that had Steve sighing into the sheets.
"This feels awesome," Steve told them, voice thick and slow.
"You're telling me," Eddie agreed, watching himself disappear into Steve.
Billy, never one to be left out, laid his hand over Steve's ass, positioning his fingers around his asshole so that they stroked Eddie with each thrust. He earned a whispered curse from Eddie for his troubles.
"Billy," Eddie groaned so low he sounded like a stranger. "I've been going too long, I've not got much left," he warned.
"And how's our Steve doing?" Billy asked, ignoring the blatent warning and continuing to tease both Eddie and Steve where they were joined. "You getting close, baby?"
Steve hummed into the mattress, not an answer, but acknowledging that someone was speaking to him.
"Good enough," Billy said with a shrug, running his fingers through Steve's hair and giving a harsh tug to pull him back just a little. "Go on then, Munson, fill him up, you know I like him sloppy anyway."
The groans came at him in stereo, twin sounds as Eddie drove harsher into Steve and came inside him, Steve coming in a dribble onto the sheets beneath him as Eddie ground the twitching head of his dick against his prostate.
"Fucking beautiful to watch," Billy noted. "Move," he said to Eddie, gesturing him away.
"Nicely, Billy," Eddie reminded him, but moved away nonetheless.
"Nicely," Billy agreed, settling in between Steve's legs and sinking in happily. "How's that, baby? Is that nice?" He asked Steve, who let out an unintelligible sound. "Going to need more than that," Billy pressed.
Steve reached back to dig his nails into Billy's fleshy thigh, pointedly pulling him forwards to get his message across.
Billy laughed through his nose, tongue flicking against his teeth as he looked down at where they were joined, biting his lip on a groan. "You're so pretty, baby," he praised, fingers tracing over Steve's stretched skin. "God damn beautiful," he muttered when he pulled back a little, pulling some of Eddie's come with him.
Steve scrubbed his face against the bed in an approximation of acknowledgement. "Fuck," Eddie whispered, and leaned down so that his face was level with Steve's. "You still with us, sweet thing?" He asked, sweeping the hair from Steve's face. When Steve didn't respond, he pressed on, "you need us to stop?"
That got a response: a horrendous, broken whine from Steve, his face scrunching up like he might cry. "Please!" he begged, tugging at Billy's thigh. "Please, I'll be good," he slurred.
Billy and Eddie's hushing overlapped, their hands finding his skin in an instant to bring them closer.
Eddie curled his hand around the back of Steve's neck, leaning further forward to rest his forehead against Steve's, whispering sweet assurances against Steve's parted lips.
Billy slid an arm under Steve's broad chest, tipping forward to press himself against Steve's back so he could squeeze Steve to him, hips rocking gently into the body beneath him.
"Just relax, baby," Billy murmured gently into Steve's hairline, nose tucked just behind the man's ear. "We want you to have fun, ok?"
"Mm-hmm," Eddie agreed. "That's all we want, Stevie. You still enjoying yourself?"
Steve sniffed, eyes tightly shut against the tears that welled up inside them, and nodded with a small noise. "I want it," he said thickly. Steve opened his eyes to lock on Eddie, "I want Billy to come in me," he confessed.
"Christ," Billy cursed above them. "I can do that, I can give you that, baby," he promised, pushing himself up again then setting one foot on the floor to get enough leverage to really push forward.
"You look so good up there," Eddie told Billy, eyes roving over his body appreciatively, one hand absently stroking through Steve's hair.
"You bet your ass I do," Billy gloated, a lopsided smirk thrown down to Eddie. "I know how to take care of our boy, right, baby?" He asked Steve, only getting a whimper and a nod on response.
"Come on then, he's been," Eddie turned his full attention to Steve, pressing kisses over his face while he continued, "he's been such a good boy."
Steve's mouth pulled up at the corner at the affection. "Give him what he needs and we'll all curl up in bed," Eddie finished.
Billy groaned deeply, eyes drifting closed as he let himself revel in the feeling of Steve's tight body around him, scalding hot and slippery.
"You ready, honey?" Eddie asked, and with his eyes closed Billy didn't know who he was speaking to. He nodded along with Steve's answering moans.
Gently, Billy reminded himself as he neared the edge. Gently he thought again, fighting back the compulsion to snap his hips harder into Steve. "Gently," he whispered, not even noticing the word had escaped his mind.
"Gently," Eddie agreed, stroking a hand over Billy's thigh, and Billy met his eyes at last.
"I can be gentle," Billy said through gritted teeth, more to himself to Eddie, letting himself grind forward into Steve, nails scraping against bedsheets instead of Steve's tacky skin.
"I know you can, darling," Eddie answered. "You're making Stevie feel so good," he told him encouragingly, prompting a garbled agreement and a nod from Steve.
"Fuck," Billy breathed out, head dropping back as he felt himself start to tip oh-so-carefully into that wonderful freefall. He cursed again as he pushed forward as far as he could, desperately trying to overcome the instinct to fuck Steve harder, but keep the movement against his dick as it pulsed a steady stream of come into Steve.
"That's it, so good, baby," Eddie praised, kneeling high to meet Billy where he'd slumped forward, pressing a kiss to his gasping lips.
"S'good," Steve echoed beneath them.
Billy released the bedding in favour of grabbing Eddie forcefully, a hand curled into his hair as he took control of the kiss.
Eddie held on for the ride as Billy channelled all of his energy into the messy kiss, let his lips be bitten and his hair be pulled, swallowing Billy's moans as he rode out the orgasm.
Slowly, Billy eased off, flicking a tongue over the lips he'd bitten as he pulled away. His hand relaxed to stroke over Eddie's messy curls, keeping him close.
"How was-" he cleared his throat, "how was that?" He asked Eddie genuinely, still so terrified of going too far.
"You were so good, baby," Eddie assured him. "What do you think, sweetheart?" He asked Steve, stroking a hand over the back of the man in question.
"M'cold," Steve answered, squirming slightly on the bed and Billy's softening cock.
The two men above him shared a short laugh, letting the moment be broken and moving to take care of their love.
After some quiet bickering and complicated logistics, Steve found himself in the centre of their bed, snuggling into the soft sheets that felt so good against his quickly cooling skin.
"How are you doing, sweet thing?" Eddie asked as he slipped into the bed beside Steve. "Are you a happy baby?"
Steve hummed contentedly, "the happiest," he told Eddie.
"I'm glad to hear it, honey," Eddie said softly. "And the plug's comfortable?" He checked, squeezing a hand between Steve's legs to tap at the base of the plug they'd slipped into Steve before they'd rolled him over.
"Yeah," Steve answered, eyes closed. "Is it weird?" He asked, words slurring slightly.
"Is what weird?" Eddie asked.
"You know? That I want to," Steve gestured vaguely, "keep you?"
"You mean inside?" Eddie asked, and Steve nodded with a quiet hum. "No, baby, it's-"
"It's hot as hell," Billy cut in as he entered the room.
"Yeah, that," Eddie agreed with a shrug, trailing his fingertips over Steve's chest.
"Besides," Billy continued, dropping gracelessly onto the bed, "it means you're ready for the morning." He told Steve, and leaned in to kiss him slowly, like a placeholder, a promise of what was to come.
"Will you wake me up like that?" Steve asked hopefully.
"Christ, again with this," Eddie lamented, shaking his head fondly at Steve.
"Oh, come on, Eddie," Billy teased, nosing into Steve's hair to hide his smile. "He asked so sweetly."
Steve gave a short laugh through his nose, his hand finding Billy's as he turned to look at Eddie. "I did ask so sweetly," Steve agreed, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
"Oh, baby, I know," Eddie cooed, peppering kisses over Steve's face. "It's still a no."