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More than sharing scars

Relationship: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6247

Additional tags: Threesome M/M/M – Polyamory – Alternate Universe – Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies – Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence – Billy Hargrove Lives – Eddie Munson Lives – Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington –Recreational Drug Use – Fluff and Smut – Explicit Sexual Content – Porn with Feelings -Flirting – Humor – Boys In Love

Summary: Steve and Billy are together. So, why do they keep sending Eddie confusing signals?

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It’s… weird. No. It’s awkward, really.

If you had told Eddie just a few months ago that he’d be hanging out with local heartthrobs Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove, Eddie would have called you all kinds of wacko while throwing a D&D handbook in your face.

But that’s precisely what’s been happening increasingly after finally getting rid of Henry Creel and permanently closing the access to the Upside Down.

Although Eddie had talked to Billy on several occasions since Eddie used to be Billy’s weed supplier, it had never gone further than business transactions. Steve, however, Eddie is rather sure that Steve didn’t even know that Eddie exists before the whole… disaster, for lack of a better word. He supposes that helping save the world together will change things between people. He just doesn’t know exactly how things have changed between them.

Eddie had found out that neither Steve nor Billy are as straight as he’d always thought them to be. Dustin had told him that after the Starcourt fight where Billy had been grievously injured, Steve had regularly driven Max, and the others sometimes, to the government facility where Billy had been treated under Doctor Owens’ supervision. After a while, Steve had started driving there on his own. No one had told Eddie about them being a thing, but he’d seen the way Steve and Billy move around each other. They hadn’t flaunted their relationship in front of everyone, but it’s the small things that had actually made it so obvious to Eddie. You don’t look at someone the way Billy is looking at Steve, or smile the way Steve softly smiles at Billy’s quips, if you’re not completely gone on them. They’d become more open in front of the group after Vecna had nearly taken Billy. Which, in Eddie’s opinion, is pretty understandable after another close call for Billy.

And now, after everything is over, after Steve and Billy’s relationship seems stronger than ever, Eddie doesn’t understand the confusing signals that he’s been getting from both of them. Sure, they’d all gotten to know each other better. They’d fought, side by side, saved each other's lives, and Eddie has to admit that he genuinely likes both of them now. He’d always been physically attracted to Steve, never mind how much he’d disliked him in high school, just as much as he’d been attracted to Billy. Because, well, you only need to look at Billy to know why. But having abstract fantasies about some hot dudes, has never meant that you actually like them.

One thing’s for sure, though, Eddie still doesn’t get what’s been going on recently.

Until now, the whole group has hung out together, and Eddie has regularly noticed Billy staring at him while Eddie wasn’t watching, only to get a smirk and a wink when he’d catch Billy’s eye. Or sometimes, Steve comes to stand closer to Eddie when they talk and gives him that soft smile that Eddie has only ever seen him give Billy. There are a few other moments like these that have thrown Eddie for a loop. A couple of weeks ago, Eddie had been chatting with Robin, who’d been raving about her upcoming date with Vicky. Steve had walked by, but stopped to gently remove a strand of hair stuck to Eddie’s cheek before smiling and walking off again. Robin’s eyebrows had nearly vanished into her hairline at Steve’s move, while she’d given Eddie a long and questioning look. Eddie had only been able to make a weird noise and shrug helplessly. Then another time, Eddie had gone outside to light a blunt while he’d leaned back against the balcony of Steve’s house. Billy had joined him a minute later, followed by Steve. Billy had wordlessly taken the lit blunt straight from Eddie’s mouth, and sucked in a deep puff. He’d then turned to Steve, who’d been looking at Eddie, and cupped Steve’s jaw to gently blow the smoke through his parted lips. Billy had returned the cigarette to Eddie’s slack mouth, and given him a wide grin and a croaked, thank you. Eddie had only nodded, feeling his face heating in the cold air at the intimate and arousing image that those two guys had made while sharing the smoke. That night, he’d gone home, confused, but it hadn’t stopped him from jerking off to the memory of Steve and Billy slowly kissing in front of him afterwards, before winking at Eddie and going back inside.

Tonight, it’s the first time that only the three of them are hanging out together. They’re at Steve’s again, his parents out of town as so often. Steve is sandwiched on the couch between Eddie and Billy, but doesn’t seem to mind at all as they watch Top Gun. Eddie, however, feels awkward and self-conscious as fuck. His heart is racing like mad. Why did he go along with this and accept the invitation? Is he such a glutton for punishment that he wants to suffer through watching the two guys he’s into while they’re being all cozy together, sucking face all evening as he plays the third wheel? Apparently, he is. At least they’re not doing anything more than leaving a hand on the other’s thigh. For now. Or maybe, they’re onto him, and they know that he’s caught some feelings for them, and they want to show him that there’s no way that anything can happen? But no. No, Eddie can’t imagine that.

“-son? Yo, Munson! You still with us?”

Eddie jerks back to the present as Billy’s voice finally registers, and he notices that the movie has been paused.

“Huh? Wha - yeah. What?” Eddie blinks a few times as he turns his head towards Billy and catches Steve staring at him out of his peripherals.

“Want another beer?” Billy stands and waits for Eddie’s reply with raised eyebrows, blond curls falling into one side of his face.

Eddie’s mouth works silently for a moment as he simply stares at Billy’s beautiful form, highlighted by the lamp behind him.

“Uh… no. Nah… 'm good,” Eddie utters with a smile that feels more like a grimace.

Actually, Eddie would love to have more of that beer, but he doesn’t trust his drunken or even just tipsy brain to not say something stupid if he lets himself drink more. Call it self-preservation.

Billy shrugs and looks over to Steve, who still has his eyes on Eddie, but now turns his head to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Pass.”

Billy rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh and heads to the kitchen with a shouted, “You both suck.”

Steve and Eddie snort.

“You’re far better at it,” Steve calls back with a snicker and a wide grin in Eddie’s direction, who can’t help grinning back.

“And you love it,” Billy replies, as they hear the fridge closing with a dull thump.

Steve’s expression clearly shows that he can’t argue with that statement, and suddenly, Eddie’s face is on fire as the vivid image of Billy going down on Steve enters his mind. He angles his face forward so that his hair hides him from Steve’s view, and Billy’s since he’s come back with the beer. Steve hits play, and Eddie is glad for the distraction of Tom Cruise flying through the sky to help his face cool down again. They’re mostly quiet as they watch, commenting on a detail here and there, and soon Eddie can bring his hair back behind his ear.

After a few minutes, he notices, out of the corner of his eyes, that Billy has leaned into Steve’s side and is whispering slowly into his ear. Steve smiles and turns his head towards Billy to press a kiss to his lips. Eddie resolutely keeps his eyes on the screen and tries to ignore what’s going on next to him. It’s just a kiss. A small kiss. Nothing he hasn’t seen them do before. That is, until Billy brings a palm to Steve’s jaw to angle his face like he wants it and kisses Steve deeper. Steve’s little hum of pleasure has Eddie closing his eyes as he fights to keep a straight face. What is he supposed to do now? Leave? Because at the rate that the kiss is going, and how Steve wraps an arm around Billy’s waist, Eddie knows that this won’t stop at just a kiss.

Eddie’s considering slinking off the couch and making a hasty exit, when he feels a hand squeezing his thigh. He’s so startled, that he jumps in his seat before his face finally turns towards the couple and to the hand on his thigh. It’s Billy’s. Billy, who’s now kissing along Steve’s neck and watching Eddie as he does so. Eddie’s eyes widen, and his face feels hot again. He doesn’t move, however. He’s transfixed by Billy’s intense gaze and the curve of Steve’s throat.

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Billy rasps against Steve’s skin, while he keeps his focus on Eddie.

Eddie licks his dry lips and nods as his eyes slowly drift to Steve.

What the hell is going on? Is this -? Are they -? Do they want -?

“My, my, Munson. You really do like watching us, huh?” Billy croons, not unkindly, and strokes a thumb over Eddie’s jeans, where a bulge has started to appear without Eddie’s notice.

Eddie gasps and stares down at himself and Billy’s fingers dancing over his crotch teasingly.

“I…” Eddie looks up and his voice catches as he realizes that Steve has turned his head to look at Eddie as well, his eyes at half-mast, but he’s observing Eddie keenly. “Yeah,” he admits, unable to deny anything with the way the two others are looking at him.

Billy chuckles fondly and lifts a hand to catch a few strands of Eddie’s hair. He wraps his fingers in them and pulls. Eddie, wide-eyed, moves as requested and leans over Steve to receive Billy’s kiss. Eddie exhales sharply as his eyes fall closed and lets Billy take over the kiss, moaning as Billy’s tongue slides over his without hesitation. He has to catch himself on Steve’s thighs as Billy pulls him further over. He feels another hand at the back of his neck, the fingers sliding into his hair. They tug him away from Billy’s mouth and up towards Steve. Eddie barely has the time to catch Steve’s heated gaze before he’s being kissed again, his chest against Steve’s and his hands tightening on Steve’s thighs.

“Move over.” Eddie hears Billy whisper. A second later, Steve pushes Eddie back against the couch, but doesn’t stop kissing him.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie whimpers after another moment, as he feels Billy’s fingers opening his jeans and slipping a hand inside.

Steve grips Eddie’s hair tighter, getting a groan from him, right as Billy pulls Eddie out of his boxers and wraps his fingers around him fully. Eddie trembles against Steve and moans into the kiss. There’s more shifting from Billy as he settles on his knees between Eddie’s thighs, and then Eddie’s crying out and breaking off from Steve as Billy takes him into his mouth.

“Good, right?” Steve asks against Eddie’s ear, giving it a playful nip, after Eddie has lifted his hips to let Billy take off his pants.

Eddie nods fervently as he and Steve stare down at Billy’s bobbing head, wet, sucking noises coming from him every few seconds.

“Is he like you were hoping for, Baby?” Steve addresses Billy this time, lovingly combing a few strands of hair off Billy’s forehead.

Hoping for? Eddie thinks. They’d really been wanting this with him.

Billy pops off and strokes Eddie’s cock as he makes eye contact with the two others in turn.

“Yeah,” he replies and licks over the head before smirking at the way Eddie shudders.

“You actually planned this? Wanted this?” Eddie pants, eyes wide in disbelief.

“No, not this… You.” Steve tenderly kisses the underside of Eddie’s jaw. “You have to know, Eddie, that Billy and me… we don't do stuff like this. We’ve never wanted to before. But with you?”

“We both wanted you,” Billy adds, voice and expression intense but honest.

Eddie swallows as he frowns faintly, his lust clouded brain trying to grasp the meaning of what the two others had just told him.

“You want me… Both of you,” he breathes, blinking slowly at Billy, who still has his hand around Eddie’s cock and is slowly stroking it, while Steve drifts a hand under Eddie’s shirt.

He receives twin nods and a light chuckle from Steve, before the latter brings a hand to Eddie’s cheek to make him meet Steve’s eyes.

“Just so we’re clear… We’re a package deal.”

He suddenly looks apprehensive, like Eddie was going to bolt now that he’d said those words.

“Best deal I’ve ever made,” he replies stupidly, too smitten and overwhelmed to say anything smooth. At least it gets an amused snort from Billy.

Steve groans but grins anyway before he pulls Eddie in for a kiss. Eddie melts into it, only to gasp as Billy takes him into his mouth again, while Steve trails his hands under Eddie’s shirt. It’s… incredible. He doesn’t know where to put his focus, and soon he realizes how close to coming he already is. Billy seems to notice because he pulls off once more and sits on his haunches with a satisfied smirk.

“Tell us, Hon', what do you want? How do you want us?”

Eddie stares down at Billy, at his shiny lips and pink tongue teasingly licking over his bottom lip. He swallows and looks over at Steve, who has his head tilted as he waits. There are so many possibilities between the three of them. Eddie’s gaze falls to Steve’s pants.

“I feel kinda… underdressed here. Maybe we could start by evening things out?”

With a chuckle and a nod, Billy gets to his feet and slowly undresses, starting with his deep red button down. Eddie’s eyes widen in front of the large scar on Billy’s chest. He’d heard about it and that Billy had gotten it from choosing to save Eleven, but Eddie had never seen it until today. He raises his eyes to Billy’s and finds him observing Eddie, his face slightly guarded as he keeps removing the rest of his clothes anyway. Eddie doesn’t think twice before he sits forward to catch Billy’s wrist and pull him onto his lap. Billy straddles him wordlessly and meets Eddie’s lips with his own, groaning into the more emotional kiss as Eddie splays his fingers over the bigger part of the scar on Billy’s chest. Billy grabs the hem of Eddie’s Hellfire shirt and pulls meaningfully. Eddie obliges and quickly takes it off, breathing in hard since Billy places his hands over Eddie’s own scars, the proof that he’d nearly not made it either. They moan into each other’s mouths as their dicks rut against one another after Billy starts undulating his hips.

“Fuck… both of you are just…” Steve breathes with clear emotion and awe in his voice.

“C’mere,” Billy rasps and slides his hand behind Steve’s nape. Steve kisses him deeply, grabbing onto Billy’s shoulder, while his other hand grabs Eddie’s thigh.

Billy pulls away with a smile before he tangles the fingers of his other hand in Eddie’s hair and guides him towards Steve, both of them exchanging a soft look before they kiss under Billy’s hungry gaze.

While Eddie and Steve kiss, Billy busies himself with getting Steve to take off his jeans. He pats Steve’s thigh, who lifts his hips to shimmy out of the jeans without ever breaking the kiss with Eddie. The latter rests a hand on one of Billy’s hips to help him keep his balance as he takes care of Steve’s clothes, while Eddie’s other arm wraps around Steve’s shoulders to pull him closer. Eddie has to move away once Steve removes his polo shirt, finally getting them all to the same state of undress.

“Okay, wait. You gotta be shitting me… How is this even fair?” Eddie utters incredulously, catching his first glimpse of Steve in all his naked glory.

“I know, right?” Billy chuckles, although he gives Steve a fond look. “He’s pretty and has a monster dick.”

Steve puts his palms over his face and groans at Billy’s words.

“Jesus, it’s not… Don’t call it monster dick. It’s just a regular dick,” he mutters from behind his hands.

“Hate breaking it to you, Stevie, but we …” Eddie waves a hand between Billy and himself. “Have regular dicks. Nice. But regular. You? Damn, I didn’t know how right I was when I called you Big Boy.”

Billy laughs loudly at the last part and leans to the side and into Steve to pry his hands from his face.

“And let us share with Eddie here, that the way you make me scream every time you fuck me should tell enough.” Billy’s voice is deep and sinful, making Eddie’s dick pulse against his lower stomach at the image.

Steve lets his hands fall off his red face to stare at his boyfriend, but a tiny smile starts to form on his lips, growing as he shakes his head in amusement.

“That’s all technique, not the size,” he comments with a note of smugness that makes the two others grin.

“Maybe, but technique doesn’t have me walking funny afterwards.”

“Alright, fine, whatever. Now, can we please stop talking about my dick?”

Billy wraps his fingers around said dick and squeezes right under the head, getting a sharp inhale of breath from Steve for it.

“Better?” Billy purrs.

Steve answers by drawing Billy towards him by the nape, the exchange more heated after Billy’s teasing. Eddie watches, content to do just that, before he realizes that he’s allowed to touch. And that’s what he does. With his eyes focused on Billy’s face, Eddie moves Billy’s hips closer to his, then licks wetly over his palm, and circles Billy’s cock with his hand. Billy exhales sharply against Steve’s lips, while his hand on Steve falters in its stroking and the other tightens on Eddie’s forearm. Billy sits back fully onto Eddie’s thighs and breathes fast, sending Eddie a wide grin as he fucks into his fist. Steve angles his body towards the others, humming in pleasure every now and then whenever Billy twists his hand just so. Eddie’s eyes travel over Billy’s and Steve’s bodies, only to stay on Steve’s cock, the head wet with pre-come that Billy strokes down the shaft with every other downward movement.

“Want a taste?” Billy suddenly rumbles into Eddie’s space.

Eddie licks his lips reflexively, eyes still on Steve’s crotch, and Billy chuckles lightly as he lets go of Steve’s cock. He presses a kiss to Eddie’s lips and moves back until Eddie releases Billy’s length in order for him to stand up. He extends a hand towards Eddie, and pulls him to his feet as well once he’s taken Billy’s hand. Billy briefly kisses Eddie again, before grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him until he’s standing between Steve’s parted legs.

“Go ahead, Handsome.” Billy stands behind Eddie and gently brushes Eddie’s hair to the side to whisper right into his ear.

Eddie shivers as his eyes travel over Steve’s form, bearing scars just like Eddie and Billy. Steve, who’s looking at them with want, his cock jerking at Eddie’s closer perusal. Eddie licks his lips and turns his head to look back at Billy.

“Both of you,” he whispers roughly.

Billy’s nostrils flare as he nods before he sidesteps Eddie and bends down to take one of Steve’s hands in his and get him to stand up too. The three of them are now standing close together, looking at each other with playful grins. Eddie bites his bottom lip and sinks to his knees in front of Billy and Steve, who stare at him with hooded eyes. Eddie swallows as he faces the two erections pointing at him. Taking one into each hand, Eddie quickly glances up before he starts stroking Billy and leans in to wrap his lips around Steve’s cock. They were taking the piss earlier by calling it a monster dick, but Steve definitely is bigger than average and makes Eddie’s jaw strain in a way that Eddie enjoys thoroughly. A hand slides over his hair before fingers gently grab at it. Eddie lifts his eyes to see that it belongs to Steve, who’s biting his lips in between soft pants. Billy is watching them, his eyes on Eddie’s mouth and Steve’s face in turn. Eddie thumbs over Billy’s slit to see his eyes flutter and hear a soft moan leave his mouth. He curses under his breath as Eddie switches from Steve’s cock to Billy’s, taking him deeper and drooling over it to make the strokes of his hand easier. Steve cups one side of Billy’s face and kisses him under Eddie’s attentive eyes. His cock pulses at the sight, and he moans around Billy, who gasps into Steve’s mouth and grabs for Eddie’s hair. Eddie brings a hand between his legs and gives his length a few strokes to take the edge off, while he watches the two others as they go from slow to deeper kisses. He switches to Steve again, groaning at the way he feels on his tongue. Steve mumbles a few words of praise about how good Eddie is making them feel, and Eddie feels his whole body glowing warmly at what he hears. His eyes close again as he keeps taking Steve further into his mouth, before pulling back and sucking on the head. He only vaguely hears Billy muttering something to Steve, before he gently pulls away. Eddie opens his eyes to see what’s going on and finds Billy walking around him and kneeling at his back. Eddie frowns and pulls off Steve to turn around.

“Come here,” Steve instructs in a low voice, stopping Eddie from turning around as he takes Eddie’s forearm and pulls him towards the couch again.

Steve sits down on it and beckons Eddie to kneel on the floor between his legs. Billy follows them, and soon enough, Eddie feels Billy’s lips on his shoulders, trailing down his back while Steve lifts Eddie’s face to kiss him. Eddie can only go with the flow as his body breaks into goosebumps from Billy’s touch. Eddie exhales sharply as Billy reaches his ass, lightly sucking and nibbling at it. Billy’s hands squeeze the cheeks and his thumbs drift over the crease between them while his tongue follows, the feeling barely there. Eddie’s face feels incredibly hot at the unspoken question.

“You’re alright with this?”

It’s Steve who asks in the end, looking into Eddie’s eyes.

“Ye – yeah,” Eddie croaks, his hair bouncing as he makes little nods.

He only hears a pleased sound coming from Billy before the latter spreads Eddie’s ass further with his thumbs and licks wetly over Eddie’s hole.

“Oh fuck, fuck… fff-” Eddie’s moan turns high-pitched from how eagerly Billy is using his tongue on him.

Steve strokes Eddie’s hair out of his face and watches him with an entertained grin, clearly enjoying what he’s seeing and knowing exactly how good Billy’s ministrations feel. Steve kisses Eddie silent once Billy also starts jerking Eddie off with a slick palm. A loud whimper is the only thing that Eddie can make as he grabs onto Steve’s shoulders.

”Wait, wait, stop!” Eddie cries out after a while, his voice cracking. His thighs tremble as Billy sucks around the rim and alternates with pressing the tip of his tongue against it.

“Something wrong?” Billy asks, stopping as demanded and raising his head.

“Something wrong, he asks… only if the fact that I'm about to come is something bad, then yes, something's wrong,” Eddie snarks, hanging his head until his forehead rests against Steve’s chest.

Steve chuckles while Billy laughs under his breath.

“It's not like you can't, you know.” Steve says sweetly, while Billy places a soft kiss to Eddie’s tailbone with a hum of agreement.

“Yeah, no. I know, I know, but… I want you to fuck me first, and…”

“Hey, we don't have to do all of it right now,” Billy insists gently. “We can do more later and-”

“No, we do… ‘Cause…” Eddie sighs and rubs a palm over his face in embarrassment and exasperation. “Fuck, this is gonna sound so stupid and desperate.”

“Edd-” Steve starts, but Eddie powers through.

“Let's just say that I got trust issues, alright? Some people liked to suddenly fuck out of my life, and I'm… I don't want any regrets if this ends tonight.”

Steve and Billy share a long look over Eddie's shoulder.

“I'm the same,” Billy confides in a low voice. “I was scared shit at first when Steve and I became… more. I played my cards close to my chest like always. Even more than before… Especially after all the shit that happened. I didn't trust Steve. Trusted no one. But he's a stubborn one and…” He trails off while giving Steve a look so full of devotion that Eddie can't help but smile.

“Only for the ones worth it,” Steve whispers roughly, drawing Billy closer to kiss him deeply while linking his fingers with Eddie's.

“It won’t end tonight,” Steve promises with a kiss to a corner of Eddie’s mouth. “But if you really want it…”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, their honesty replacing his desperation with eagerness.

“Move up.” Billy kisses the back of Eddie’s neck and motions him to stand and straddle Steve.

Steve grins and welcomes Eddie into his arms with another kiss while their hips slot together for some needed friction. Billy hums behind them at the sight, but doesn’t step closer for a moment as Eddie realizes that he’s looking for something around the couch. Before long, however, Billy grabs Eddie’s hips to get him to settle in the middle of Steve’s thighs. He trails his lips over Eddie’s shoulders, brushing the hair away like before, then one of his hands slides between Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie gasps into Steve’s mouth at the unexpected slickness on Billy’s fingers that are now rubbing over Eddie’s entrance.

“Do… Do you keep lube in the couch?” Eddie stutters before he moans when Billy presses the tip of a finger inside.

“We might have used it last night,” Steve explains lightly, while Billy utters a playful chuckle against Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie’s brain supplies several images of what Billy and Steve might have used the lube for last night, and groans as Billy slides the whole finger inside him. He wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders, who sucks on his neck and strokes over Eddie’s sides and thighs.

“Gimme some,” Steve asks Billy, the request followed by some movement and Steve’s hand vanishing between Eddie’s legs.

Steve gives Eddie’s length a few slow pumps with a now slick palm, but he soon travels lower for his fingers to join Billy’s.

“Oh fuck, oh f – ah,” Eddie whimpers, as Steve slowly slips a finger inside him alongside Billy’s.

They move in counterpoint, one in, one out, spurred on by Eddie’s moans and pleas for more, until they add a second finger one after the other, making it four in total.

“You good,” Billy inquires, speaking into Eddie’s ear and sucking on the earlobe.

Eddie can barely answer, only nodding rapidly because he can’t take it anymore and needs more.

“Please.”

Eddie grunts as all four fingers slip free. Steve moves slightly down the couch, so Billy can get into a better position behind Eddie. Billy tugs at Eddie’s hips again until he’s leaning over Steve and pressing his ass out towards Billy. Eddie’s eyes close and his mouth opens on a long moan as Billy slowly breaches him. He goes slow, giving Eddie the time to adjust and feel all of Billy’s length as he fills him. Billy rests his forehead against Eddie’s nape as he groans before he pulls out just as slowly.

“So good,” Billy breathes as he pushes inside again, the two words making Eddie squeeze around Billy.

“Yeah?” Steve asks with a grin as he watches Eddie’s blissful expression.

“Uh huh… You gonna be all nice and tight around Steve too, right, Honey?” Billy snaps his hips and gets a sharp cry of pleasure and assent from Eddie.

Billy gradually moves faster, his pelvis slapping against Eddie’s ass continuously, while Steve pets over Eddie’s body and sucks on his neck and chest or kisses him hungrily. After Billy suddenly pulls out completely, Eddie groans and turns his head around to see why he stopped.

“Show us how good you can ride Steve?” Billy licks his lips enticingly, his hard cock glistening, as is the rest of his body, that is covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Nodding slowly, Eddie swivels his head back to stare at Steve, who catches him by the nape for a hard kiss, his tongue delving deep into Eddie’s mouth and showing just how much he wants him. Eddie straightens with panting breaths and slides back forward over Steve’s thighs. Eddie reaches for the bottle of lube lying to one side of the couch and squirts a nice amount onto his fingers, that he wraps around Steve’s cock. Steve sighs and thrusts up a few times. Billy returns to Eddie’s back and watches over Eddie’s shoulder, his hands caressing over Eddie’s and Steve’s thighs. Holding his breath for a moment, Eddie lifts his hips and places Steve’s cock-head at his slick entrance. Billy pulls back for a moment, and Eddie realizes that he’s going to watch how Eddie sinks onto Steve. His dick jerks, some pre-come leaking out of it, at how much Eddie loves the thought of Billy watching and enjoying what he sees.

Half formed curses leave Eddie’s mouth as he lowers himself onto Steve, who holds on to Eddie’s hips and softly speaks to him while he gasps with every few inches that Eddie takes in. Once he’s taken him in fully, Eddie doesn’t move for a second, wanting to feel Steve inside him and smiling as Billy presses his chest to Eddie’s back.

“Said it would be good, right?” Billy rumbles into Eddie’s neck as his grins. “Go on, squeeze around him for me.”

Eddie does so, and both he and Steve gasp from it, Steve’s dick jerking inside him. Billy chuckles, pleased. Eddie leans back against Billy, his head at Billy’s chest, and slowly moves up. He utters a long groan at the feeling, his walls spasming around Steve reflexively. Steve’s brows knit together as he pushes his head back into the couch pillows with a moan. Eddie takes Steve to the hilt again, just as slowly, and swivels his hips to make Steve’s cock rub all around.

“That’s it, look at how good you’re making him feel,” Billy croons into Eddie’s ear, his eyes riveted on Steve’s ecstatic face.

Billy tips Eddie’s head back and to the side to reach his lips with his. Eddie sighs and opens his mouth for Billy’s tongue, and jerks in Billy’s grasp as he takes Eddie’s length in hand. Eddie starts going faster, increasing the pace every few seconds, following the movements of Billy’s hand and loving the feeling of Steve’s fingers gripping his thighs hard. Suddenly, as Eddie moves up, Steve stops Eddie from going down again to instead snap his hips up into Eddie. It’s a good thing that Billy is standing behind Eddie for support because the intensity of Steve’s thrusts is making Eddie lose his balance, all while loud moans and whimpers are pulled out of him. He reaches back to hold on to the sides of Billy’s thighs. Eddie hears Billy groaning from watching the two others, the blond rutting against Eddie’s lower back.

“Ah… I’m… I’m close,” Steve pants, his dark eyes rapidly going from Eddie to Billy while he continues fucking into Eddie at a fast pace.

“Inside,” Eddie gasps quickly.

“Oh fuck, okay, yeah, okay.” Steve stares at Eddie with wide eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard and nods.

Eddie feels Billy moving behind him and grab on to Eddie’s hips to make him slam down onto Steve. Steve cries out at the same time as Eddie, and sits still as Billy guides Eddie’s hips. Eddie’s knees tremble from moving up and down repeatedly and from Steve’s cock rubbing him in just the right place, while he listens to Billy showering them with praise. Steve comes with a winded gasp, his hips bucking from the strength of his orgasm. Eddie groans and stills his movements as he leans forward to kiss Steve.

“If you could see yourselves,” Billy says from behind them, voice raspy. Eddie turns his head a fraction to see Billy stroking himself as he watches them.

Licking his lips, Eddie lifts his hips to let Steve slip free, and sighs as he sticks his ass out towards Billy in invitation.

“Come on,” he whispers, one side of his mouth lifting in a smile of amusement at the lust filled sound that comes from Steve, and Billy’s wide eyes. “No regrets, remember?”

Billy nods in fervent understanding and, once Steve has sat up a bit straighter, Billy gets Eddie’s hips high enough for Billy to drive home in one smooth and slippery slide. He allows himself a few slow thrusts before he slams inside quickly, stealing Eddie’s breath as their hips slap together. Eddie only notices Steve’s hand reaching his cock once Steve has wrapped it around him.

“You’ve been so good, Love,” Steve praises in a low voice. “So perfect for us.”

Eddie whimpers and shuts his eyes tightly, pleasure and emotions mixing and overlapping at those words.

“Perfect,” Billy repeats, stressing the word and leaning over Eddie to kiss the underside of his jaw.

Eddie tightens his grips on Steve’s shoulders as he pushes his hips against Billy’s with every thrust back, while fucking into Steve’s hand when he thrusts forward again. Steve moves his head over Eddie’s shoulder and manages to kiss Billy. And that’s how Eddie comes, with all three of them touching the others in some way, the pleasure of one triggering the other. He hears the sharp inhale of breath from Billy as Eddie’s hole flutters around his cock, before Billy breaks the kiss with Steve and emits a shuddering sound of pleasure against Eddie’s shoulder.

Steve gently strokes a hand along Eddie’s side and through Billy’s hair, watching as they slowly unwind. Billy’s legs are shaking slightly, so he slowly pulls out of Eddie and collapses onto the couch next to Steve. Eddie rests his forehead against the top of Steve’s shoulder that’s next to Billy. He slowly opens his eyes that he had closed as he’d come, to find Billy staring at him and Steve with a relaxed grin. Eddie blushes a moment later as he feels a bit of come slowly trickling down his thigh, only to realize that Steve’s stomach and his own are covered in his release as well.

“You’re alright?” Steve wonders, his fingers drawing soothing circles over Eddie’s spine.

“Don’t think I can walk, but otherwise? … Yeah.” The last part comes out softer because yes, he’s definitely alright.

He sees Billy’s wide grin and rolls his eyes at him good-naturedly, imagining that Steve must be wearing about the same smug expression.

They eventually get up and Steve ushers the two others upstairs and into the shower, promising to be there in a few minutes. Billy waggles his eyebrows at Eddie with the suggestion of carrying him upstairs if he can’t walk. Eddie flips him off, but from the way Billy grins at him knowingly, his face can’t hide that the idea isn’t entirely unwelcome.

Inside the bathroom, Eddie discovers that Steve’s shower can hold more than one person. And maybe even more than two. Billy hands Eddie a hair tie and offers that Eddie goes first. He quickly joins Eddie after Eddie has stepped to the far side of the shower while giving Billy a long look. Steve finds them standing close under the spray, not talking, just exchanging a few soft touches and kisses while they clean themselves. Billy is the first one to get out and presses a long kiss to Steve’s mouth before grabbing a towel. Steve joins Eddie, who stares at the come stuck to Steve’s stomach and chest. Eddie wordlessly reaches for the shower gel and proceeds to clean Steve's torso. Steve smile softy and cups Eddie’s face to kiss him. Billy exits the bathroom, saying that he’s getting some water and that he’d meet them in the bedroom. While he and Steve towel themselves down, Eddie realizes that it’s a given to Steve and Billy that Eddie would spend the night with them. And if he's honest, Eddie didn’t even consider leaving either. Steve shows Eddie to the bedroom, where Steve finds a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to borrow to Eddie. Billy returns with some water after Steve and Eddie have made it to the bed and gotten under the sheets. Just like with the shower, Steve’s bed easily holds the three of them.

It’s not weird or awkward anymore, Eddie thinks, as he lays between the two others, casually talking about the next movie they’d like to rent. He feels like he belongs exactly where he is.

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Relationship: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle Fandom: Daredevil/The Punisher (TV shows) Word count: 2681 Rating: E Summary: Matt is staying at one of Frank's hideouts after taking care of their most recent enemy. The excess adrenaline is making Matt horny and stops him from falling asleep. Frank helps. Warnings: Masturbation – Watching – Everything is consensual

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Matt feels… restless.

He and Frank had teamed up again to deal with a shared enemy, and while they’d been successful, they’d come to the agreement that they should lie low together for the night, just in case.

Now, Matt’s lying on the couch in one of Frank’s safe places around town and trying, but failing, to fall asleep. He’s seriously starting to regret not going back to his apartment as he turns from one side to the other for the nth time, adrenaline still running through his veins.

“The couch that uncomfortable?” Frank mumbles from where he’s resting on the large, reclinable armchair that’s sitting level with Matt’s head and facing the length of the couch.

Matt licks his lips as he turns on his back again, letting his head fall against the pillow with an exasperated sigh.

“No. Just…” he trails off with another huff and blinks his eyes open, staring unseeingly at the ceiling.

Matt feels Frank’s head turning to look at him, waiting for a reply. What is Matt supposed to tell him? Because what excess adrenaline sometimes does to Matt is to leave him in a simmering state of arousal. Meaning that it’s either fighting it out or, well, fucking it out. Had he been home, it wouldn’t have been an issue, but now?

“Just what?” Frank asks at length when Matt remains quiet for too long.

Matt laughs humorlessly and closes his eyes as he licks his dry lips again. Instead of replying, he turns to face the couch and tries to focus on meditation. Frank, who never minds when Matt stays quiet, doesn’t insist and settles against the armchair anew.

It doesn’t last long before Matt gives up on meditation, his heated body and thoughts intruding on his concentration.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Red. What’s all this fidgetin’ about?” Frank grumbles in annoyance after Matt has started tossing and turning again. They’ve spent the night at Matt’s apartment or in another one of Frank’s hideouts before, meaning that Frank knows that this isn’t Matt’s normal sleeping behavior.

“It's nothing.” Matt keeps his hips strategically angled in such a way that the thin blanket he’s lying under hides his problem.

“Right… You gonna bullshit me all night and keep me from sleepin’?” Frank sits up straight and leans towards Matt. “You hurt?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” Matt huffs sharply and rolls his eyes.

“Want the armchair?”

“Frank, I’m fine.”

“What’d I say about bullshittin’ me? If you-”

“I’m just turned on, okay?” Matt finally snaps, placing a palm over his eyes. It doesn’t block his senses, he’s still able to feel Frank’s surprise and how his body stills, but at least it hides part of his face from Frank’s gaze. So much for Frank never pushing.

To Matt’s surprise, Frank only makes a sound of understanding, though.

“Didn’t think of doin’ anythin’ ‘bout it in the shower?” Frank’s question sounds genuine as he leans back against the armchair.

Matt’s mouth moves silently for a few seconds, his hand slipping from his face at Frank’s unbothered tone.

“Uh, no. I didn’t think it… appropriate” Matt frowns with a bemused chuckle.

“Bet you’re regrettin’ that now,” Frank snorts, and somehow, the sound makes any embarrassment evaporate inside Matt.

Matt only huffs, amused, and makes a long groan of agreement as he moves around some more on the couch.

“Shower’s all yours,” Frank claims, smiling but not mocking, with an approximate wave in the direction of the small bathroom.

Matt chokes on his snort, taken aback by the suggestion.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Frank,” Matt deadpans.

“Ah, come on, Red. I don’t care. As long as it helps you, and me at the same time, sleep.” Frank shrugs dismissively.

Matt snorts again and shakes his head, barely believing the conversation they’re currently having. Despite all his refusal and the absurdity of the discussion, he’s still hard in the sweatpants he borrowed from Frank.

“So what? You prefer doin’ it here in the open?” Frank snarks.

The lightheartedness with which Frank is treating all of this, triggers Matt into playing into their usual banter.

“Why? You wanna watch?”

No answer. Nothing. Frank doesn’t react, doesn’t speak. His heart seems to miss a beat, but that’s the only thing that changes for a few long seconds. Matt’s face heats with the implications of his words and Frank’s unexpected reaction to them. He’s meant them as a joke, and he knows that Frank is aware of that too, and yet something just shifted between them. Except that Matt doesn’t know what or how.

“You want me to?” Frank’s voice is as neutral as it gets, no inflection whatsoever, as he waits for Matt’s reply to be able to react accordingly afterwards.

It’s Matt’s turn to be silent.

Does he want that? Does he want Frank to watch? Watch as he jerks off? It doesn’t take him long to know the answer to that question. His body speaks for him as the heat that had warmed his face, now returns to his hips at high speed, his cock jerking in the sweatpants as Matt imagines Frank watching him. Without a word, he slides his hands under the blanket before one pulls down the elastic of the sweatpants and the other slowly wraps around his length. A small breath of relief leaves him at the touch, and he squeezes his eyes closed as he bites his bottom lip. He doesn’t move for several seconds as he waits for Frank’s reaction, but the man doesn’t say or do anything. He’s watching, that much is certain, even if Frank can’t see much except for Matt’s hands moving since he’s still covered by the blanket. Matt starts stroking himself at an unhurried pace, mostly drifting his fingertips over the sensitive skin as a sort of tease. The blanket catches over the head after a downward stroke, and while Matt doesn’t mind sleeping under it, the fabric soft enough even for his senses, the sensation against his cock isn’t too pleasant. He hesitates, not tugging the blanket down just yet. He wants to ask if Frank is truly okay with this, but he’s afraid that talking would break whatever is going on between them right now. With an even breath, Matt pulls the blanket off him in one motion, letting it fall over the back of the couch. Frank’s continuous silence should be unnerving, but Matt can’t feel any discomfort or anything negative coming from his partner. Frank is one of the hardest people to read that Matt has ever met, the control over his emotions beyond impressive. It might feel like he’s helping Matt out, but Matt doubts that Frank would be selfless enough to do something like that if he didn’t want to; even if just a little. If anything, Matt can feel curiosity in Frank’s intense observation. Maybe, Matt thinks, Frank is waiting to see if Matt enjoys doing this in front of him. He must look rather hesitant now with how he stopped moving.

Swallowing thickly, Matt resumes touching himself, using the hand that’s against the cushions of the couch so that Frank can see everything. It’s good, but his palm is slightly too dry. Letting go of his cock, he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks wetly over his palm. When he wraps his fingers around his length this time and pulls up, twisting over the head, Matt utters a long groan of pleasure. Much better. Frank shifts in the armchair, and makes a pleased sound, like he’s satisfied that it’s good for Matt. The knowledge that Frank really does want Matt to enjoy himself in front of him strikes Matt hard in the gut, the heat turning hotter yet. His hips buck up into his fist while he breathes faster. His other hand pulls the sweatpants down further, until the elastic rests under his balls, giving him more space to move as he likes. After, Matt pulls up his shirt, exposing his stomach, that contracts on a particularly good twist of his other hand over his cock. A tiny whimper leaves Matt as he feels pre-come dribbling down his shaft. He hadn’t expected to react in such a way to someone watching him. Except that it’s not just anyone. It’s Frank. Matt doesn’t want to dig too deep into why Frank being the one to watch him is turning him on more than he already is. Not yet, anyway. Not when he’s feeling so good with the feeling of Frank’s stare on him. Matt loses himself in Frank’s presence; his ever steady heartbeat, his deep breathing, his scent, the heat emanating from his body. Matt’s hand quickens while his hips start meeting his fist, his orgasm approaching. He just wishes… The hand that stayed on his stomach trembles with the desire to reach out to Frank. That’s not what they’d planned, though. It’s one thing to watch someone jerk off, and a complete other one to touch them.

“Don’t hold back, Red.”

Matt utters a short gasp before he whimpers at how low and wrecked Frank sounds. He might not let anything show physically, but his voice gives him away.

“F – Frank.” Matt turns his head towards Frank and halfway extends a hand.

Frank doesn’t hesitate, he falls to his knees at Matt’s side, placing himself within reach. He doesn’t touch Matt, not knowing whether he’s allowed to or if Matt only wants to touch him. Matt doesn’t say anything as he bites into his bottom lip while his fingers thread into the front of Frank’s Henley. He pulls Frank down while his fist squeezes tightly just under the head of his cock, making him moan into the tiny space that separates their mouths. Matt hears as well as feels Frank swallowing, Frank’s hold on his body slowly slipping and his arousal coming through. Matt basks in Frank’s lust, letting it fuel his own and getting him closer and closer to release.

Although he’s close enough to Matt’s face to go cross-eyed, Frank is still watching Matt. Matt knows it from Frank’s slow blinking that he picks up. So attentive, so focused.

“Frank,” Matt croaks a second before he starts coming.

Matt’s head tilts back, the motion making his lips brush against Frank’s as he moans throatily. It’s not a kiss, not really, despite how their lips stay in contact while Matt mutters nonsensically, his grip on Frank’s shirt never slipping. Frank doesn’t make any indications that he wants to move either, seemingly content to stay right where he is and holding himself up with a hand above Matt’s head.

Relaxing into the couch at last, Matt lets go of Frank, who moves back immediately to stand up.

“Better?” Frank asks, voice catching at the end of the word.

Matt can only smile languidly as he stares into the general direction of Frank’s eyes, and hums in confirmation. Frank nods and walks off towards the bathroom, after tossing a packet of wipes at Matt, who catches it midair. The shower turns on a minute later. With his body still flying on the afterglow as he absently cleans his stomach and hand, it takes Matt a moment to understand what is happening. Only when he hears the distinctive wet skin on skin slapping sounds, does he realize what’s going on in the small bathroom. His eyes grow wide as warmth spreads over his face. Frank is… But Frank should know that Matt can hear him, right? Frank knows that Matt… Frank knows. Frank is letting Matt hear him. Matt is certain after Frank starts getting more vocal, grunting and groaning as his hand speeds up, cursing sporadically. It looks like Frank hadn’t expected to be affected as much as Matt, either.

Matt listens attentively, just as Frank did for him, enjoying every change of breath or his heartbeat losing its usual steady pattern. He feels Frank shifting his position, reclining against the tiles instead of holding himself up with a hand on them. His head smacks against the wall with a deep grunt as he curls over himself and comes.

Frank stays in the same position for a while as he catches his breath, while probably wondering how the evening got from them teaming up for a fight to watching each other get off. At least that’s what Matt is thinking about as he keeps following Frank’s movements with his senses. He’s feeling better, relaxed, but he doesn’t know what has changed between him and Frank. The latter comes out of the bathroom a moment later, silently padding back to the armchair on bare feet. There’s no awkwardness coming from Frank, just a low contentment that comes with a good orgasm. Matt bets that there’s more behind the calm facade and that Frank has simply put a lid on his emotions again. That’s fine by Matt, who doesn’t want to analyze anything further. He’s too exhausted anyway, and falls asleep before Frank’s breath evens out as well.

Matt wakes at sunrise, the rays warming his skin. The first thing he notices is that Frank isn’t there anymore. It’s nothing surprising. In all the times they’ve worked together and spent the night in the same place, Frank has usually been the first one out.

Back at his apartment, Matt can’t help thinking back to the previous night. Does he have feelings for Frank? He huffs out an amused laugh at the thought. Frank has been able to make Matt feel a lot of things since the day they’ve met. Only, over time, those shared feelings of contempt, of believing that the other is crazy for acting the way he does, changed into realizing that there’s more to it. With working together, although reluctantly at first, slowly came the understanding of how the other thinks, realizing that they aren’t, as they’d initially thought, so different. And over time, Matt has come to enjoy working with Frank, as well as the blunt way that Frank uses to speak. Matt likes Frank. But does he like him? He can easily admit that he’s attracted to him, especially after last night. More than that, though?

In the end, Matt chooses to put those thoughts out of his mind. There’s no use in thinking too hard about it, mostly because he has no idea what Frank is feeling in that regard.

A few weeks later, Matt meets Frank on a rooftop, and they instantly return to their usual routine. Frank is looking forward to the fight, as is Matt, and they work together as well as always, no tension, no awkwardness. Nothing.

Maybe, Matt figures as they head to his apartment after they’re done, this was supposed to be a one-time thing.

It’s not.

Frank’s fidgeting. Not in an obvious way, but Matt knows him, knows his tells, enough to notice. Frank’s fingers are twitching more, his face keeps turning towards Matt before he jerks it in the other direction. Matt, out of his Daredevil suit, frowns and focuses more on Frank’s body, the man leaning against the large window in the living room. Coming to stand at his side, Matt turns to face Frank’s profile, his whole figure highlighted by the heat of arousal. Frank doesn’t move, but Matt can imagine that Frank must be looking at him. He’s clearly right, since Frank’s head snaps away a second later, his fingers tap-tapping against the window.

“The bathroom is all yours,” Matt says meaningfully, repeating Frank’s words from last time.

“No,” Frank grunts roughly and angles his head back to rest it against the window.

“Should I… watch?” Matt inclines his head questioningly, his own body responding to Frank’s want.

“No.”

“Oh,” Matt utters, taken aback. Had he read Frank so wrong?

He’s taking a step back, embarrassment making its way through him. Frank catches Matt’s forearm before he can take another step away.

“No,” Frank repeats with intent, voice deeper, and pulls Matt closer again.

“Oh.” This time, Matt grins and lets Frank cage him in as the man kisses him.

Maybe Frank does feel the same way.

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