#my heart just stopped
eddie n steve jerking eachother off to a polaroid of you <3
“isn’t she hot, stevie?” one big ringed hand squeezes steves cock from base to weeping tip, thumb swiping his slit. the rings are on bc steve is a bit of a masochist and the catch of the metal against the veins on his cock make his hips jerk into eddies hand.
before them lays a picture of you, a polaroid you’d taken this summer with that flowery sundress on, high thighs melting around the skin of your legs as you smiled back at the chunky camera, pink tongue poking out to lick the strawberry ice cream from the cone you’d been holding. eddie had taken the picture. kept it in his lockbox like the lovesick fool with a crush he is.
he hadn’t expected steve the hair harrington to come over to get a puff. they’ve formed a tentative friendship, if a bit of a rivalry sprinkled with sexual tension over their shared interest in you. hadn’t expected for the weed to loosen steves pretty lips, hadn’t expected to start talking about you, how pretty you were, how good you smelled. taking out the photo, he hadn’t meant it to lead to this, he just wanted to show it off.
but now here they were, the scent of weed thick in the room as eddie kneeled behind steve, both of their jeans shoved down past their asses, as your photo lays splayed out on the bed in front of their waiting cocks. steve is pumping his hips into eddies hand, his pink tip leaking all over eddies wrist as eddie grinds his cock against the curve of steves ass.
“she’s so pretty. god-” steve gasps out, a bit breathless as eddie twists his hand around his cockhead.
“yeah, she is man.” eddie agrees. “prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. when she wears those low cut shirts, jesus.”
steves head tips back, resting back against eddies shoulder as he fucks his cock into the wet sheath of eddies fist, the slick sounds filling the room. eddies other hand comes up to grip his throat, lips against his hear as he continues to talk, “think she’d be able to take you? you’re pretty big steve. fuckin’ horsecock. gonna have to get her all wet to be able to take this thing in her cunt.”
“jesus christ.” steve grits, feeling his cock jerk. “man, fuck you. don’t say that.”
“been thinking of eating her out for ages. look at those legs, man. about to burst out of my jeans everytime she wears those short fuckin skirts. could get her all wet n’ sloppy with my tongue- really open up that tight little hole- and then-” he squeezes the tip of steve right at the top, before deliberately stroking down in one slick sweep. “-then you take this fuckin goliath you call a cock and ease it in real slow. hm?”
steve spills all over eddies fist, gasping, his pink mouth open and wide as his chest heaves and eddie kisses his neck, pats his hip sharply and leans back with a grin as steve slumps down.
s'not over yet because steve turns to face him, glares and now eddies the one gasping as steve takes his hard, wet cock in his hand.
“and what about your dick, huh? you think she won’t want this in her mouth?”
“fuck, man-”
“yeah, that’s what i thought. how many more pictures do you have of her to jack off to? s'that what all those stains were? blowin load after load staring at that ass in those tight skirts she likes to wear.”
meanwhile you’re at home kicking your feet because your two hot friends keep flirting with you and you’re going crazy thinking about them.
