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Eddie set up his space. He used his guest bedroom he kept locked up when friends were over. He had his cameras and light source at just the right angles facing his black silk covered bedding. Toys and costumes out of the line of sight but still within reach for his livestreams.
During the weekdays he was as kid friendly as he could be. A literal kindergarten teacher molding the minds of tomorrow, but mainly trying to keep glue consumption to a minimum. Unfortunately early childcare didn’t really cut it in not having to live paycheck to paycheck.
Eddie stumbled into this side hustle. He was sex positive, he liked getting off, more than didn’t mind being watched- in fact he liked to put on a show. Figured it wouldn’t cost him anything in the way of expenses so if it proved to not be lucrative the loss wouldn’t be detrimental to him.
That was two years ago and Eddie had built up a following.
His rock and roll aesthetic, tattoos, piercings and teasing personality drew people in. He built up a sizeable following of little freaks, and kept them coming back.
Ha, coming.
He used the cam name Master and his followers loved watching him deep throat monster dildos and test out new butt plugs, edge himself to the point of tears before releasing all over his toned stomach and masculine, musicians hands. It was an art form.
Friday’s were his favorite.
That particular stream almost always had one particular patron who tipped well and requested a private cam session every four to six weeks or so. If Eddie’s calculations were correct tonight should be one of those nights.
He smudged on his black eyeliner, pulled his hair's loose curls back into a messy bun, and put his signature black devil mask in place over his eyes. The last thing Eddie needed was for someone to actually recognize him.
It was a few minutes to eight as he chugged some water, slipped on a black silk robe and sat on the edge of his mattress. He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders away from his ears.
He flipped on the website he used to host his secondary income. Conjured up the right headspace and-
Show time.
He thought as he switched his stream to go live,
“Good evening hellions, hope you made it through your week mainly unscathed.” His years of running the DnD club in high school had him falling into the comfortable Dungeon Master persona like a second skin.
Responses from multiple user names popped up on his screen, various iterations of ‘hello’, ‘hope you’re doing well too Master’, and the more crude ‘take off your clothes’.
“Huh? Take off my clothes? Want me to skip all the good stuff? No need to rush my little demon spawn.” Eddie said in a teasing tone as he flashed some tattooed chest for the thirsty motherfuckers. Eggplant, flame, and water drop emojis flooded the feed.
“You all know Friday’s are for bidding. If you’re new to my channel now you know too. Who wants some one on one time?” Eddie purred as he let the robe slowly fall from one shoulder just barely exposing his pierced nipple.
He hoped he had been right about it being a King week. His other private shows were fine, usually cams on and wanting him to get to the main course immediately, no fun build up and foreplay with a lot of the people paying for his undivided attention. He did have one semi-regular who liked a good dose of humiliation with his orgasm which Eddie was happy to dish out.
There was just something about this particular client- King- he ticked Eddie’s boxes, intrigued him. He played well, Eddie didn’t feel like it was work with the responsive client.
A tidal wave of responses flooded his screen,
‘Touch yourself!’
‘Slut! Stay live for all of us.’
‘How much for a private show?’
‘I’d make you cry for my cock’
Eddie laughed lightly, “Now would you? I think it’d be the other way around,” He leaned closer to the camera, “I’d rather think it’d be me making you cry for it. Beg for it in fact.” He smirked as he palmed himself through the thin material of the robe.
Finally the username he lied to himself about not waiting for appeared.
KingDingus: Master are you threatening to make people cry? Are you trying to make me jealous, thought I was special.
Eddie snorted a laugh as a few of the other Friday regulars typed off,
‘Unfair.’
‘Her comes dingus *eye roll*’
‘Favoritism.’
Eddie scoffed, “Favoritism? I like all you gremlins equally.” He let a devilish smile stretch across his lips.
“You could learn a thing from the King, you’ve gotta have quicker fingers and deeper pockets if you wanna win the bid for my time.” He winked into the camera.
KingDingus with his stupid username showed up in live streams about six months ago. He started making comments during the cam shows that were more than the generic ones Eddie usually saw. As Eddie had been stroking himself through his boxer briefs and taking a poll KingDingus had typed, ‘I would welcome the rug burns on my knees to have a chance to choke on your cock.’
Eddie had been caught off guard. Most of the other comments touched more on fucking him open. His username was Master for a reason, Eddie loved to be in charge. He had verbally responded to that comment, “You would be privileged to choke on my cock King. Not just anyone is given permission.”
And King had responded in kind, ‘Master I would prove myself, I can be good for someone as pretty as you.’
The banter was just different than the run of the mill, uninspired responses he usually got. They had now done five private shows, King left his own camera and mic off. Eddie was stupidly curious about whoever was behind the username. His mind filled in different fantasies as he would edge King until he allowed him to come. King loved when he made all the decisions.
Eddie loved calling the shots. So camming for King was barely a hardship. He actually felt a spark of something between the lines of the typed interactions.
Unlike other private shows King stayed on for a good ten to fifteen minutes after getting off. Most men disconnected the minute they had busted a nut. King always asked about his day, encouraged him to drink some water. Small talk but it felt comfortable. He never pressed for personal information or for Eddie to remove the mask.
A lot of one on one’s got rude or angry when they realized the private session didn’t earn them Eddie without the devil’s eye mask keeping his identity still slightly obscured.
“You cretins ready? Bidding starts in 3, 2, 1…” Eddie clicked the timer and waited as the bids came in.
“Ten more seconds and hopefully luck is on your side tonight my sweet little playthings.” Eddie eagerly awaited the countdown.
He paused the timer and up popped the user name, KingDingus, Eddie’s own excitement crested as the chat went private.
***
Eddie fiddled with his robe as the chat narrowed to just one name on the side panel, “King looks like luck favors you.”
KingDingus: Is it lucky to bid the highest? I just bank on those other fuckers being cheap.
Eddie chuckled, “Glad you value my time baby.”
King sent a blushing emoji. Eddie realized from an early one on one that King liked the pet names and praise.
“You’re always so good for me, like clockwork baby, six weeks and I get my good boy- what are you up for tonight?” Eddie asked in a husky voice.
He genuinely enjoyed the role play between him and King. It wasn’t far off from his actual bedroom preferences. He tried not to let that thought linger.
KingDingus: Wish you could tie me up. Just want to give you control.
Eddie read the screen and smiled soft into the camera, “Tough week? How about we try our best? Let me tell you what to do, sound good baby?”
KingDingus: yes Master. Need it these last few weeks kicked my ass.
“Aw, King, only I can kick your ass. Would you feel comfortable putting your mic on tonight? You need your hands to type and if you listen for me tonight I want you to keep your hands off yourself unless I say otherwise.” Eddie asked. A thrill ran through him as he awaited the response.
He heard the audio click on and a deep breath, “Hey Master.” Came a quiet voice through his speakers. It was smooth with a tinge of tired lingering on the words. It was a nice voice, sounded young? Maybe he was fooling himself. Wishful thinking.
“Hey King, like being able to hear you call me Master. Gets me hot.” Eddie said sincerely as he removed his robe and let himself be on display. Black mesh panties with black garters that complimented the dagger tattoo on his upper thigh. It was a little surprise he had thought up for King. He heard a sharp intake of breath and a low whistle.
“Guess I can finally tell you how beautiful you are. Fuck, Master I’d be so good for you.” The voice said with an edge of desperation.
Eddie squirmed under the attention, “I’ll be the judge of that. I want you to undress to your underwear and clasp your hands behind you back.”
He heard clothing rustle and wished once again that King would turn on his cam. Eddie would have to make due with the audio he didn’t want to test the boundary further, “Your hands secure behind you, baby?”
“Yes, Master.” Came the intoxicating voice.
Eddie slid a hand down his chest and stroked over his hardening cock. Pre-cum leaked through the see through mesh of his panties as King honest to god whined.
“Oh the noises so soon for me baby, you’ve got a while to wait until I allow you to touch yourself.” Eddie teased as he stood in full view of the camera.
“Would you want to be tied by my bandana? Some ropes? Handcuffs for me- what do you like best sweet boy?” Eddie said as he took a buttery leather crop and slowly guided it over his own chest, teased his own nipples with it as another whine escaped over his speakers.
“I asked you a question King.” Eddie’s tone turned serious as he slapped the crop against the mattress eliciting a nice thwack against the material.
“Y-your bandana, tight enough so it would start to hurt. Make me feel the ache days after you tied me up.” Was the response he got.
“Aw, King, if you were here I’d drag this crop down the expanse of your back and tie you up nice and tight for me baby, make you feel my strength. Let the crop tap against the curve of your ass if you were really behaving.” Eddie promised as he lightly slapped the crop against his own thigh.
“I’d tie you up nice and snug, test the restraints and pull until you felt it in your shoulders King, would you let me?” Eddie asked.
“Yes Master, just wanna make you happy.” King uttered already sounding breathy.
“Aw sweet little plaything I’d come step in front of you,” Eddie shifted his panties so the tip of his cock was above the waistband he heard a soft fuck, and smiled, “I’d trace your needy lips with the tip.”
King whined causing Eddie to grin and slap the crop into the palm of his opposite hand. “I’d force myself past your lips, want that tight heat, you’re just kneeling there practically begging to be face fucked like my personal ragdoll. Would you like that?”
“Desperately Master, want you to hold my jaw as you use my mouth.” King’s voice quivered.
Eddie beamed, “I want you to remove your underwear, and stroke once.”
He heard rustling and a sharp intake, “So hard for you Master.”
“Hands behind your back for me baby.” Eddie said tone walking the edge of command.
“Yes Master.” Came out on a harsh whisper.
“I’d fuck your throat, one hand in your hair and the other tapping the crop on your chest, let the tears roll down your cheeks- stroke once more baby.” Eddie said his own breath speeding up as he tugged at himself.
He slapped the crop against the mattress again as he smeared his pre-cum around the crown of his cock. A breathy moan broke out over the speakers.
“So pretty Master, wish I could taste you.” The voice whimpered as Eddie’s cock leaked more.
He brought his thumb to his mouth and tasted himself, “Hold a hand loosely around your cock for me.” Eddie said as he grabbed his bandana and lightly dragged it over his chest down to his cock, “I’d untie you and stuff the bandana into your mouth.”
He pinched his pierced nipple and knelt closer to the camera, “You’re being so good for me baby. Want you to tease your entrance for me.”
He heard a quiet snick and then a moan, “Y-yes Master, how many fingers?”
Eddie bit back a smile, King was so obedient.
“Let’s get two, picture it’s me, I’d love to get you to come just from being on my fingers or cock, can you picture it? Making a mess of yourself while no one touches your poor, neglected cock?” Eddie kept stroking himself to the noises pouring out of King.
“I-I’ve never come untouched.” King uttered.
“Because I’ve never been able to get my hands on you baby.” Eddie purred as he felt his own orgasm build. The panties were slung below his balls as he stroked himself up close on cam, abs starting to quiver, “You’d let me come all over you? Mark you as mine?”
“Yes Master, please, anywhere.” King begged.
“Twist your fingers in you baby, use your other hand to stroke yourself- with me baby.” Eddie groaned as he felt his orgasm build.
“Master, can I please add another finger.” King asked in a begging plea.
“Good boy. Yes, give yourself what you need. Come for me baby.” Eddie gave the soft command as he heard the other man choke out a strangled moan.
“Master thank you, want you to come on my face.” He said huskily
Eddie’s own release spilled over his knuckles and up to his stomach as he came with a groan.
“Jesus, so fucking pretty Master, I really would let you come all over me.” King said almost in awe as Eddie panted through his orgasm.
“Such a good boy for me.” Eddie said as he sprawled back on his bed, “I’d drag you into bed with me and clean you up, kiss your shoulder and grab a nice soft blanket, you are such a good pet.”
“Thank you.” King’s voice weighted and quiet. “Best part of my month.” He chuckled lightly.
Eddie made sure his mask was still in place as he looked into the cam, “Baby seeing your username brightens my feed.”
King chuckled lightly, “You drink some water?”
Eddie bit back a smile, “Before we even started, what’s so tough about your week?” He asked wanting to find out more about his favorite client.
“Work stress, moved recently, unpacking- starting a new job and I’m a little nervous. Same career field, just new people, y’know?” He shared softly.
Eddie let his mind rove over what kind of work King had been doing, his voice sounded Midwestern, it made Eddie wonder if maybe he was located close. Before he could ask about his job the other man changed the subject.
“You got a busy weekend?” King asked.
“A few streams, maybe get my hands on my guitar, she’s been a little neglected lately, gotta treat her right.” He answered, like a trade of information.
“Is it funny I feel jealous of an instrument? Your hands are distracting, of course you play guitar.” King joked.
Eddie smiled, “Flattery works on me, baby.”
“Easy to dole out when you look like a wet dream.” King muttered.
“Aw, you fucking charmer!” Eddie crowed.
“I should get going, see you soon Master.” King said with an almost regretful tone at having to say goodbye.
“Yeah baby, I look forward to it, good luck at the new job.” Eddie said easily since it wasn’t a lie.
The screen went black as Eddie sat in his sated state and wondered what face would belong to the voice he finally got to hear.
***
Monday had Eddie racing the clock as he pulled into the school parking lot. Chrissy, his classroom assistant was waiting outside the classroom door as Eddie sheepishly raced to open it, “Sorry Chrissycakes, my alarm sound ended up as part of my dream and I just…” He made a distressed noise while fishing out the classroom keys as Chrissy laughed.
“No worries just hustle now, kids arriving in T minus fifteen minutes Eddie, there’s a new kiddo on the roster that starts today, so c’mon.” She said cheerfully in her sunny yellow sweater as she poked him in the ribs.
She was a few years younger than him, divorced from an abusive marriage, and finding her own footing. She was a friend of Eddie’s before, he had helped her with her escape route from the marriage and set her up with the assistant position. She knew about his side gig, and after a recent drunken sleepover she knew about King.
Eddie was mortified the next morning that he had told her about his slight infatuation.
She flipped the lights on, tucked her purse away, and did a quick sweep of the room as she straightened chairs and placed out the pillows on the rug for morning story time.
Eddie had a box filled with supplies for an afternoon art project when someone knocked on the entryway. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and handsome. Was Eddie’s immediate thought.
His hand tucked into the hand of a petite girl with the same bronze hair looking summer streaked with gold pulled into a high ponytail as she tried to hide behind her dad’s leg.
Chrissy stepped forward, “Hello, this must be Wren.” She smiled warmly.
Yes, duh Eddie, new student.
The striking man held out his free hand to Chrissy, “You got it, I’m Steve Harrington, Wren, her mother, and I just moved here.”
She took it and shook his hand, “Welcome to the Field Elementary community.” She smiled and eyed Eddie who finally put down the box and walked over.
He crouched to Wren's level, “Hey Wren, I’m Mr. Munson, or you can call me Mr. Eddie- I love your back pack, dragons are one of my favorite mythical creatures too.”
The little girl let a small smile creep across her face, “Aunt Nancy got it for me!”
She wriggled her hand free of her dad’s as she shoved her back pack towards Eddie, “This one is the best, she has wings!” she excitedly pointed out.
“She’s a showstopper. Can I give you a classroom tour?” Eddie asked as she nodded.
He straightened back up, he was slightly taller than the other man who looked at him wide eyed, “C’mon in, Steve was it?”
The man cleared his throat, “Yes, yeah that’s me.” He cringed at himself, get it together Steve.
“We moved outta the city two weeks ago, so still adjusting a bit.” He shared.
Mr. Eddie had long deep chestnut curls and warm brown eyes. He had on a soft charcoal sweater, black levi jeans, and red converse. He was hot, and he was a kindergarten teacher. Steve’s heart did a silly uptick as he waved them in.
Chrissy trailing next to Steve, “ Yeah, it’s a bit slower paced here than Chicago, but the downtown area does some cute seasonal fairs and community events. It’s a great place for families. Oh and the tapas place in the town center is surprisingly good.” She smiled.
“Yeah? I’ll have to let Robin know. Oh, before I forget to ask, I’d love to get the paperwork for approved adult emergency contact and pick-ups for her.” He fumbled out as Eddie smiled at him.
“Darlene in the office will be able to help you with that.” He said as he brought them to a small cage by the windowsill.
“What’s in there Mr. Eddie?” Wren asked voice in a curious whisper.
Eddie opened the gate to the cage and took out a long, almost boneless looking critter, “This is POD, he’s a ferret.”
Chrissy reached out and pet the animal, “Hey Prince.” She cooed.
Steve grinned as Eddie brought the animal to Wren’s level, she reached out and pet along his long spine. Steve pet him too, “Wait is it POD or Prince?” He asked.
“Both, either, POD is short for prince of darkness!” Eddie said in a theatrical voice.
Wren and Chrissy giggled, “Wanna hold him?” He asked Steve.
Steve reached out and cradled the animal to his chest, “Can I see him.” Wren begged as she tugged at the hem of Steve’s tee shirt.
Steve rubbed his cheek against POD’s head, “How do we ask Wrennie?”
“Puh-lease- he’s so cute.” She acquiesced.
Steve grimaced as he crouched down, “Careful of your knee.” The little girl admonished. She pet the critter again and then dipped down to kiss Steve’s left knee.
She looked to Eddie and Chrissy, “He got an ouchie but it’s almost all better.” She stated matter of fact.
Steve looked embarrassed.
Chrissy popped in, “It’s good you’re so helpful Wren, that’s very kind of you to look out for your dad.”
Kids started to filter in, “Oh yeah, mom’s gonna kick his butt if he doesn’t rest.”
Steve handed Prince back to Eddie, “Wren, honey, language- we don’t repeat like 90 percent of what your mom says.”
Eddie let out a genuine laugh, “Wren I think you’re gonna like our class, want Miss Chrissy to show you your desk and where to put your back pack?”
“Yes please.” She smiled like a cherub.
“Gimme a hug kiddo. I’ve gotta go.” Steve said as she ran back and wrapped her tiny arms around him.
“Byeee.” She said as she skipped off to follow Chrissy.
Eddie looked at the slight worry etched on the handsome man’s features, “She’s gonna do great.”
Steve looked to him and shyly looked towards his feet, “She’s better at this than me, I always feel weird leaving her in new places.”
Eddie smiled warmly. Steve noticed the dimples, something about the man felt familiar.
“Pick up’s at 3 o’clock, our morning story is about dinosaurs doing ballet she’s gonna love it. Speak to Darlene on the way out about the paperwork for pick ups and contacts.” He said in a reassuring tone.
Steve seemed to relax at it, “Thank you.”
More kids filled out the room.
Steve lingered another beat as Chrissy approached them, “She’s adorable. I think she and Emmy are already hitting it off.” She pointed to a little dark haired girl with glasses.
Steve let out a breath, “Okay, well, call if she needs anything, I should probably leave before I do something embarrassing like cry.”
Eddie gave him a soft look, “You’ll both do just fine today.” He said with conviction.
Steve nodded, “Alright, yes- see you back around 3.” He said as he headed out with a slight limp to his walk.
Chrissy corralled 24 five and six year olds to the story time rug. Once they were getting settled she rounded on Eddie. She grabbed the book and leaned into Eddie’s space, “Close your mouth Eddie you’re gonna start drooling.”
He snapped his mouth shut. He was not hot for a students dad. No matter how handsome and cute he was.
***
Steve had a rough few months, but he was grateful for a fresh start in this slower paced town.
He was used to juggling his schedule around Wren and Robin.
Years ago he would’ve never been one to believe in fate. That was before answering a craigslist ad looking for a roommate- it lead him to Robin. He had recently been cut off, his family name was legacy in the small town he had grown up in. Steve always knew he was different from them. He was open minded, he didn’t believe in exploiting people and their weaknesses, above all he wasn’t interested in the family business.
He was decidedly interested in loving whomever he loved regardless of gender- and that had been the final straw.
That had been seven years ago.
He searched for cheap rent that brought him to that particular ad. The ad that changed his life and brought Robin into his orbit. She helped and supported him through his fireman training courses as she soldiered through her library science degree, they learned to cook together, they went out on the weekends together, it had been a good era of his life. One of the best.
Robin met Vickie while standing in line at her favorite local bookstore and was capital L in love. Vickie was a few years older than them. Steve had never been so happy for his friend. She moved out and in with Vickie as Steve ushered in a new roommate Keith. He realized he had struck the lottery with Robin because Keith was strange, had questionable hygiene, but atleast mostly kept to himself.
Robin secured a job at the public library just a few blocks away from her and Vickie’s apartment and fell further in love with Vickie who was working her way up and solidifying a spot at a prestigious law firm. They got engaged. They wanted kids.
That’s where Steve came in.
Came, ha.
Robin wanted to carry and she didn’t want to pick a random sperm donor. She and Vickie took Steve out to dinner and had asked him if he’d be comfortable as their donor. He cried when they asked him.
No one in his life loved him like Robin did.
He immediately agreed.
Robin wore pregnancy well. Vickie’s schedule was busy and Steve stepped up to take Robin to appointments, he got to see the ultrasounds and hold her hand. He got to be part of this special moment in hers and Vickie’s lives.
Midway through the pregnancy and Vickie was barely around. It was a tough case she was working on, long hours.
Robin made her favorite dinner and borrowed Steve’s car to drive to the law firm to surprise her.
It seemed that Vickie’s long nights involved a senior partner at the firm and very little clothing.
Robin was in the beginning of her third trimester, very pregnant, and even more heart broken.
Steve was the biological father, but that moment Steve shifted from upcoming ‘cool uncle’ role to co-parent. Robin stayed with Steve until Vickie moved her stuff out from their place.
They weren’t married.
The baby wasn’t biologically hers.
Robin never wanted to see her again.
Then Wren arrived and the world shifted again.
Steve sat at the hospital with Robin’s parents as she labored. After the nurses and Robin he was the next person to hold Wren. Robin had laughed an exhausted sigh as Steve cried upon seeing her. She was tiny, she was perfect.
If he did anything right in this life it was letting this little girl know she was loved.
Vickie had no clue what she would be missing but Steve knew he wouldn’t miss a moment of being in Wren and Robin’s life.
Five years later of juggling schedules, from diapers to potty training. He secured his place on a Chicago North Side fire house and in what should’ve been a routine call he learned a hard lesson with a burning support beam that collapsed on his leg. In that moment of fear and searing pain all he had thought about was Wren and Robin. How they were his world.
Robin was at the hospital in a flash. She called her mom to watch Wren as she set up camp to be close to Steve while he underwent surgery.
It had been a road to recovery, with healing broken bones and burns and then the physical therapy after.
Steve was finally starting to feel stronger.
He had used the rest of his leave of absence from the fire house as Robin sat with him and discussed leaving the city. Rooting them in a community with good public schools and a safer upbringing for Wren. Steve listened, he already knew he’d follow them anywhere.
Robin had interviewed for the town’s public library and gotten the job. The picturesque suburb was closer to her parents. She sent Steve apartment listings in close vicinity to the town home she already signed a lease on and the number for the fire station in that northwest suburb as well as the surrounding ones.
It was a new era and Steve was ready for it.
***
Steve stopped by to talk to fire chief Hopper about his schedule. Anything to distract himself while Wren was at her first day of her new school. He tried not to allow himself downtime to have the worry creep back up on him.
He stopped by the library to bring Robin lunch from the local sandwich shop in town, “Hey Robs.”
“Stevie, how’d Wrennie do?” Robin grinned at him, he had already texted her on the way to and from the elementary school.
“Like I said, an absolute champ, how is she so independent? When did this happen?” Steve asked as he handed her the parchment wrapped sandwich.
“You know, now that we’re out here and my parents are closer, you’ll have some more down time…maybe check out the dating scene?” She hedged delicately.
Steve snorted.
In Chicago the first few years after Wren arrived all he had time or energy for was a quick hook up when the need became more of a demand than a whisper.
Before his injury he had a long term friends with benefits thing going on that abruptly stopped when he couldn’t meet the terms of what that relationship was. God forbid that person cared enough to stop by and see him during the recovery.
He didn’t fault them for it. He just thought maybe they had meant more to each other than regular sex.
What he was ashamed to admit to Robin was that once he had been cleared from the hospital and headed home with endless hours ahead of him and became boredom horny he had subscribed to a specific website with a particular webcam worker. He was getting what he needed. He was embarrassed how much those sessions fulfilled him. He felt himself blush over it as the image entered his mind.
“I will if you will, Robs.” He said in a petulant tone sounding closer to twelve than twenty-nine.
Robin hadn’t really tried to date since the Vickie disaster. She threw herself into work and parenting. She narrowed her eyes at him, “Touché, like dick comment but touché.”
“How about we settle in a bit and not put pressure on this issue?” He sheepishly offered.
“I like the sound of that.” Robin said as she popped a chip into her mouth.
“For the record Robs someone will be so lucky to have you in their lives.” Steve said knowing Robin didn’t love chick flick moments but that she needed to hear it sometimes.
“Ugh, Harrington, such a sap.” She scoffed but smiled at him, “You too you know.”
Steve shook his head, “Don’t steal my thunder.”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” She snipped back.
He broke down into giggles as Robin joined in.
“Oh, I grabbed these today from the office.” He unfolded the emergency contact forms and the approved pick up and drop off ones.
“You’re an angel Stevie, let me fill ‘em out…and I can pick the little monster up at 3.” Robin offered.
Steve grinned, “Yeah, sure, dinner at mine tonight?”
Robin nodded, “Sounds good thanks for the sandwich.”
“Yeah, yeah, add it to your tab Buckley.” He teased as he stood up, “See ya later?”
“You got it dingus.” She gave him a silly salute with her mouth full.
He laughed and walked out to his car adding grocery shopping to his errands list.
At 3:10pm he got a text from Robin, why didn’t you tell me Wren’s classroom assistant was jaw droppingly hot?
He laughed to himself of course he had clocked both Mr.Eddie and Miss Chrissy as attractive he just had wanted Robin to see for herself.
***
Steve felt like he was fitting in well with his new fire house. Of the younger crew members Steve was older than them but younger than the veterans on the team. He was finding himself in a pseudo-mother hen roll with Will, El, Lucas, and Dustin.
They were a bunch of nerds who had been friends since middle school and knew the town eveb if they were blindfolded is what Dustin insisted.
“Yeah? I’m gonna hold you to it some day, put your money where your mouth is Dusty.” Steve quipped as Will smothered laughter.
Lucas barked out a laugh, “Dustin’s full’ov shit.”
Max one of the paramedics walked in, “I agree Dustybuns is totally full of shit.”
“Maxine! You’re not a part of this conversation!” Dustin snapped at the red head.
Max scathingly rolled her eyes as the alarm went off, “Bon Voyage fuckers.” She yelled as she saluted them with a middle finger and headed back to the ambulance as Dustin, Lucas and El got to the fire truck.
Will and Steve were stand by and chilled at the station as they took the call.
The last few weeks and getting back into the routine had Steve’s leg aching more than he was willing to admit to. Between his four days on and spending time with Robin and Wren his down time was spent back in the gym, doing his physical therapy exercises and taking more naps than a house cat.
The shift turnover was in an hour. It was Friday, he wanted a fucking beer and he wanted another private stream with Master. Even if it wasn’t the usual longer time span he waited, Steve wasn’t sure he could wait four more weeks for the attention to be only on him.
He had set the rule in place for budgeting purposes, but also as a boundary for himself to not get so wrapped up in it.
Maybe just once wouldn’t matter? He could really use the way it helped mute his thoughts.
The alarm went off again as he glanced at Will, “Well fuck, looks like we’re working past the shift change.” He stated as he got on his gear and headed to the second truck.
Will groaned, “Fuck, I’m supposed to head into the city to see Mike tonight.” He grumbled.
“Let’s hope it’s a quick cat in the tree kinda deal then?” Steve joked as they took off sirens blaring.
***
It hadn’t been a quick call. Restaurant grease fire, dumbass tried to use water on a grease fire. Steve couldn’t emphasize how much not to do that. His leg was aching deep to the bone as the muscles protested him lowering into his car to head home.
It was already almost 8 when he pulled up to his apartment complex. Luckily he was on the first floor. He collected his mail, shoved some leftovers in the microwave and grabbed his laptop.
Sue him.
He wanted to feel taken care of.
He knew where he could get that.
He inhaled some leftovers, logged into the website, and awaited 8 on the dot.
***
Eddie had a good week. It was busy, he had some engagement party commitment for Jeff and his wife-to-be Rachel tomorrow. So no lazy Saturday to look forward to. He was dressed down for his cam show almost stoner chic.
Threadbare Guns N Roses tee shirt that was practically see through from countless washes and black boxer briefs as he sat with a commanding presence in his dark wood wingback chair.
He took a steadying breath, let his cam persona wash over his entire being, mask firmly in place,
Show time,
He thought to himself as he switched his cam on and started his side gig.
“Did my little demons miss me?” He said in a throaty voice as he scanned the still filling up side chat. Some recognizable user names and some new as he took in the responses,
‘Take off your shirt.’
‘Master, wanna rail you!’
‘Dreamt of you all week Master.’
Eddie chuckled, “Who? Little ol’ me making a guest appearance in your dreams- Hope I was just as mean as you like me.”
More responses flooded the chat along with emojis and requests, “Well as you know it’s Friday and I like some quality time to torture my lucky bidder.”
The username he always watched for popped up, he knew it wasn’t the usual rotation for King to bid tonight, but he almost always logged in during the bidding. Eddie hoped he liked what he saw. He was already mentally prepared for another high bidder tonight, one who liked an ample dose of humiliation around his tiny cock. To each their own but it did require Eddie to see aforementioned appendage through the entire encounter.
He tried to get in the headspace for that particular scene as he rambled on to his followers. He played with a tendril of hair that had escaped his messy bun.
KingDingus: Master you look soft tonight, it’s a good look on you.
Eddie felt caught off guard it was a genuine compliment that made his fingertips ache a little at it being acknowledged, “Sweet talker.”
The chat filled with other regulars admonishing King and calling Eddie out on his supposed favoritism.
“Okay you heathens, warm up your wallets and your fantasies, bidding starts in 3, 2, 1...” Eddie started the timer.
He had a large glossy purple dildo resting on the arm rest of the chair he was stroking in a suggestive manner. More responses filled the chat begging him for a sneak preview, to lick the cock for them, with other crude demands.
Eddie smirked as the counter ticked down, “Where would you want me to put this? My mouth? Inside my warm, tight hole? Or would you want me inserting it into you? Striking it over your prostate until you sobbed and begged to come?”
He chuckled darkly at the responses. Eddie couldn’t help the slight high he got from the attention. He knew he was good at this. It was like a creative outlet after a long week.
“Times up! And lookie here…” He trailed off as the chat switched to private the name popping up a good surprise, KingDingus had entered the chat.
“Miss me baby?” Eddie asked faux coyly.
KingDingus: Don’t make fun, but yes, need to turn my brain off for a while and you always help.
Eddie gave a gleeful smile, “That’s gonna go straight to my head King.”
KingDingus: Wish I could kneel between your knees and rest my cheek on your thigh, Master.
Eddie’s features softened, yeah, he’d like that too. Too much, shit.
"Aw sweet baby, you need someone to take away your stress, well I’m right here. If you were too I’d card my fingers through your hair."
He heard the audio click on and tried to tamper down his excitement over the unprompted connection.
“Fuck, Master, if you did that I’d already be half way gone. Haven’t been cared for like that in awhile.” Came King’s voice and it did sound desperate already.
“You should be cherished baby, but you’d have to earn it.” Eddie teased the dildo in his hand again.
“I like you in that tee shirt.” King shared quietly, almost shyly.
Eddie smirked and lifted the hem to expose his happy trail, “Oh yeah?”
“The panties were gorgeous last time, but this, fuck, you look so good.” The man whined.
Eddie flushed slightly. What he had on today was much more akin to how he’d picture throwing something on during a lazy couch Sunday with a partner between sex and cuddling and spending the day together.
“Am I far off in thinking it’d be you looking good for me in panties?” Eddie suggested.
He heard a groan from over the speakers.
“Panties and a satin ribbon around your throat for me, like a gift.” He continued.
Steve already felt a little floaty just from listening to the scenarios Master spoke between them.
Eddie pictured King as this sweet, needy creature.
“When’s the last time someone touched you baby?” Eddie purred.
He heard a hitch of breathing, “Too long.” King sighed.
Eddie put on his serious tone, “I asked a question and expect an answer.” He encircled his fingers at the base of the dildo and squeezed.
“Eight, eight months.” King ground out.
“Are you touching yourself now? Without my permission?” Eddie growled.
“Yes, need it.” King pleaded.
“Stop! I decide what you need.” Eddie snapped, he stood from the chair.
“If you were here you’d be getting the paddling of a lifetime.”
“Sorry Master, love your voice.” King blurted out.
“Listen to you needy and leaking just from me talking to you? Hands behind your back, now.” His tone stony.
A small whine escaped.
Once again Eddie wished for the cam to be on for this client. His fantasies unfolded about what the mystery man looked like.
“For that you get to watch me get off and not touch yourself. I’m going to take my time.” Eddie rumbled as he slowly undressed.
“Master, please, I’ll be good.” King said.
“Yes now you will. Hands off until I say so. Then I’ll still let you come. If I catch you again then you didn’t earn your release.” He was naked and gently fondling his balls on the edge of the bed in full view of the screen.
“Okay, okay, I promise.” King surrendered.
Steve took in the mans lithe body, wiry muscle and tattoos, the nipple rings, everything about him looked ripped from Steve’s personal spank bank. The length and girth of his cock just on the side of intimidating that Steve would love to feel the weight of it on his tongue.
Eddie teased himself open with the lube, he moaned as he worked his fingers in, he turned to show King he was playing at the rim of himself adding another finger.
King let out a whimper, “Wish it was my fingers.”
Eddie turned to look back at the camera, “Bet you do, but you couldn’t listen.”
Eddie started to inch by graphic inch lower himself on the glossy large dildo.
“Face me, please Master, need to see your face.” King pleaded.
Eddie paused, “Are your hands still behind your back?”
“Y-yes, I’m being good for you, I’m so sorry I wasn’t before.” His voice sounded wrecked.
“God you sound desperate for me King.” Eddie said voice like gravel as he turned to face the camera as he lowered onto the dildo and tugged at his own cock.
“I am Master, so desperate.” King said.
Eddie had a spurt of pre-cum dribbled over his knuckles just from the needy tone. He licked it off his fingers and continued fisting his hand around his cock.
“You leaking for me baby?” Eddie asked breathily.
“Yes.” Whined King.
It was intoxicating.
“When I come you may touch yourself however you want.” Eddie said as he leaned his head back to expose the long line of his throat.
“So pretty, wouldn’t let a drop go to waste if I was there.” King babbled sending Eddie over the edge and coming over his hand and black satin bedsheets with the dildo still buried in him and feeling overstimulated.
“Master, may I now? Touch myself?” King asked almost panting.
“Yes baby, touch your needy cock for me, come for me good boy.” Eddie said while still holding his own softening dick.
He heard a choked off sob.
“So easy for me, quick to take to my command sweet thing.” Eddie added.
He heard some heavy breathing.
“You okay baby?” Eddie asked as he cleaned himself off quick with a kleenex and laid on the bed.
“Yeah, came so hard, fuck, needed that. Thank you Master.” King said.
The words wormed their way into Eddie’s brain. What he wouldn’t give to have someone so good for him here. He knew it was a dangerous line of thought. Hell, King could be a closeted retiree, or a married man with six kids. The internet was a wild place.
“See good boys still get to come, even when they act out sometimes.” Eddie cooed.
King chuckled, “Made it so good for me having to wait, like you know what I need more than I do.”
The words felt electric.
A few minutes passed, “Busy weekend?” King asked.
“Unfortunately, yes. Wish I had a lazy one to look forward to, but alas I’m a busy guy.” Eddie joked.
This part was some of Steve’s favorite time with Master.
“What about you sweet thing, how’s the new job?” Master asked him.
Sweet thing was a new one but Steve liked it, so much.
“You remembered? Ha, um good, think I fit the team well. I was off for a leave of absence before I moved and uh, it’s been exhausting being back at it.” King answered. It was the most information Eddie had been given.
“You really do need someone to look after you, huh baby?” Eddie said softly like a secret.
“I s’pose I do.” King said around a yawn.
“Wrap yourself up in your softest blanket and get some rest King. 'Til next time?” Eddie said gently.
“Yes, Master, until next time.” King said before disconnecting.
Steve laid in his bed thoughts swirling and feeling lonely. He wished not for the first time he had someone to look after him. He could love and support them but maybe they could help him let his mind get hazy once in awhile.
***
Saturday was Steve’s off day that weekend. Robin had the day with Wren and her mom going to explore some antique shops. He got up slowly and let the morning be a leisurely affair. It was a surprisingly warm spring day as he pulled on running shorts and a crewneck sweatshirt with his old Chicago fire house logo on it.
He slipped on tube socks and newer running shoes as he picked some tunes to warm up to. He knew the impact of running wasn’t the best in his recovery but sometimes he needed the distraction and burn in his lungs. He’d just be mindful, his doctor had cleared him for all activities.
He paced himself through neighborhoods with mid sized homes and large fenced yards, he looped his way to the town center as he cooled down. A small café caught his eye, he needed water, but coffee sounded good too as he opened the door to the establishment.
He stepped in line behind a taller man with long hair pulled in a loose bun at the base of his neck. He had on a jean jacket with pins and patches artfully scattered over it. The recognition took shape as the man turned toward him,
“Oh hey, Mr. Eddie.” Steve smiled as he popped out his air pods.
The guy gave a soft laugh, “Just Eddie will suffice between adults.”
Steve could feel the heat gather in his cheeks, he hoped he could blame it on exertion, “Yeah that sounds about a thousand times less creepy, so um, hi?”
Eddie laughed harder.
Holy shit. Eddie hadn’t initially noticed the amount of leg on display. The man in front of him was mouth watering. Slightly sweaty and in workout clothes, he was broad and muscled in a way Eddie would love to have control over- wait. Bad thought.
“Let me get your coffee for you.” Steve offered, “Wren is loving school.”
Eddie smiled, “Oh no need to butter me up, she’ll pass kindergarten all on her own, she’s a smart one.”
Steve chuckled, “Glad to hear it, that’s all Robin, and since this wasn’t meant to be bribery.”
“Actually, um, since we’re waiting here- did you know she calls you Stevie instead of dad?” Eddie asked wondering if he was aware or if it was a phase.
Steve had a grin break out, “Oh yeah, um our family is a little unconventional.”
Eddie just nodded politely not wanting to pry.
“Uh, Robs was engaged and she and her to be wife wanted kids um, fuck this story never gets less complicated to tell.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
Eddie put his hands up, “You don’t have to it’s not a big thing I just wanted to bring it to your attention but since that’s all good, no problem, right?”
Steve bounced in place a little as his leg ached, “No just um, I’m Wren’s bio dad, and Robin’s my best friend not my wife she is strictly not into men. Platonic soul mate. If that…makes sense? Both uninvolved.” He babbled in a nervous flow, foot in fucking mouth idiot.
Eddie grinned, wait, were they both single? Fuck. He had to text Chrissy.
“Oh cool, we’ve got a kiddo who’s parents used a surrogate in this class, and a other who's adopted with two dads. All kinds of families.” Eddie said to down play any unease Steve might have.
Steve smiled warmly at him once again feeling like he knew him, felt comfortable around him as they approached the counter to order, “My treat?” Steve asked again.
“Sure, but I’ll get you next time?” Eddie acquiesced.
Something warm radiated out from Steve’s core at that as he nodded, “Can I get a water and a small oatmilk cappuccino with one pump of caramel, and-“ He looked to Eddie.
Who was wide eyed and watching him. Eddie thought to himself that even something about his coffee order was cute, “Just a medium black americano for me please.”
Steve scanned his apple pay and went to wait at the hand off. Eddie noticed the slight stiffness to his gait and the scarring on one leg. He wanted to touch it. He just wanted his hands on this man’s thighs.
Steve looked to him and took in the dusting of pink on Eddie’s cheeks, “What made you get into early childhood?” He asked.
Eddie cracked a smile, “Uh, well- I wanted to be a rock star but my band never really took off, and I like that age group. I feel like it’s important to have good influence and foundations being built at that age. Sure thirteen year old Eddie would think I’m a complete chump but um, my Uncle took me in at that age and I wish I had more understanding teachers then.”
Steve listened intently, “Sounds like you’re in the right field, no matter what your thirteen year old self would say, little punk.”
Eddie laughed, this morning had taken him off guard in the best way. Their drinks were called out, “Oh yeah I was an absolute little scumbag can’t say I’ve completely grown out of it.”
Steve walked with him to the door of the café, “Could I get your number? So um, you can get me next time?”
Steve fumbled his phone with his free hand and opened the contacts, “Here wanna put in your info?” He tried his best to keep his voice steady.
Eddie did and handed his phone back to him.
Eddie smiled as the moment was broken with a call coming through from Gareth, “Let me just take this.” Eddie said.
“Where the fuck are you man? They’re doing the whole opening gifts in front of everyone thing.” Gareth complained.
“Oops, fuck, on my way be there in fifteen.” Eddie said as he hastily hung up.
“Shit man, sorry for taking up your time.” Steve said apologetically.
“Nah, you saved me from the beginning of engagement party hell, but I should head out and be a good friend.” He said not really wanting to leave at all.
“’Til next time Steve.” Eddie gave him a little grin as he went off in the direction of his car.
“Yeah, until next time Eddie.” Steve said, wondering why the words felt so familiar. He looked down at his phone screen and saw the contact was saved as ‘Mister Eddie’, Steve groaned at what a dork he was and headed back to his apartment.
***
Eddie sat next to a bemoaning Gareth as he sent off a text to Chrissy,
SOS Wren’s mom Robin and bio Dad Steve are not an item, Robin is into chicks I repeat, Robin is into chicks. Steve asked for my number. WTF do I do?
Eddie fiddled with a cupcake wrapper and pretended to be invested in the dumb games that were being played. He knew he was a good friend but this wasn’t his speed.
EDDIE I NEED MORE INFO!
Was the response that buzzed through as his screen lit up.
Me, you, bottle of wine tonight?
He tried to flip his phone over and stop being rude, another vibration alerted him to Chrissy’s response,
For fucks sake yes! You bring the wine I’ll order pizza!
He smirked, atleast they had each other.
***