"Mr Harrington?"
Steve had just opened the door to the classroom when someone called his name. It took him a moment to realize it was him being called, not used to hearing his surname. He looked up to see it was Charlie's aunt… Chrissy?
"Oh, hey!" He waved back, smiling when Charlie bounded over. "Morning, kiddo. Ready to learn?"
"Uh-huh. We bought you a gift!"
"Yeah?" He took the container Chrissy handed him and looked at it curiously. It was full of brownies. Stomach contracting with panic, he stumbled out, "I'm sorry, is Charlie allergic to something in the recipe? I double-checked her school profile, and it didn't say-"
"No, no, nothing like that!" Chrissy cut over him with a laugh. "These are from Eddie, actually. They made a lot of brownies over the weekend," She explained. "Eddie left you a note, too, to say thank you."
"Oh, um, please tell him I said thanks too." Steve hated himself for blushing.
Thankfully Charlie saved him by asking, "Can I go inside? It's cold."
"Sure." He stepped out of the way and watched her hang up her coat before sitting in the play section, grabbing a book to read. He was surprised by how advanced her reading skills were, but apparently, she read a lot of books with her dad. Remembering Chrissy, he turned back to her and smiled. "Seriously, thank you. Not every day one of the kids makes me brownies."
"Enjoy them then."
"Steve!" He was surprised to see Robin running up the path towards them. She skidded to a halt next to Chrissy, flashing her a wide smile and surprisingly, Chrissy blushed. "You forgot your lunch, dingus." She promptly shoved it into his hands. Bright red, out of breath and with hair still sticking up at the back from sleep, she grinned sheepishly at Chrissy. "Hi."
"H-hi."
Steve rolled his eyes and said pointedly, "Thank you, Robin."
She sent him a glare but was as sweet as sugar when she returned to Chrissy, holding out a hand. "I'm Robin, this guy's resident mother. He'd forget his head without me."
"Robin!" Steve hissed, but Chrissy only laughed, shaking her hand.
"I'm Chrissy, or Chris sometimes."
"Are you single too?"
Steve wanted to die.
"I am," Chrissy was red too now but looked happy if flustered. "What gave it away?"
"No rings."
"But a kid doesn't put you off?"
Robin shrugged, glancing in the classroom to spot Charlie. "Not one as cute as her."
"Regretfully, she's not mine but my cousin's."
Steve had had enough. "Okay, you two, take it somewhere else, please." He shooed them away from his classroom, glad no one else was around to witness that. He caught Robin's eye and gave her a pointed look, only getting a smirk in response. They would be talking about this later.
"Did Auntie Chris leave?" Charlie asked when he returned alone, placing the container of brownies on his table.
"Yep. She had to go, but she said bye." He smiled as she set the book back on the shelf. "Thank you for the brownies."
"They're not as good as yours. Daddy says you cheat."
"Cheat?"
"You change the receipt?"
"Oh!" He laughed, opening the container to try one. After seeing Charlie's hopeful expression, he gave her one too. As he handed it over, he whispered, "I add a pinch of fairy dust to mine. But your daddy will call it cinnamon."
"That's why they sparkle on my tongue!"
"Yep."
Charlie grabbed her workbook and frowned at the brownie recipe. "How do you spell cinnamon?"
Steve wrote it down for her to copy onto the page. "Next time, they'll taste the same."
"Thank you."
As the other kids started to arrive and saw Charlie with her brownie, his container soon emptied. He ended up cutting them in half so there was enough for everyone. The note, he saw with amusement, was addressed to 'Mr Steeve' and he put in the drawer for later.
"I think we should check how to spell names today, just to make sure you haven't forgotten," he told the class, writing his down on the board. "See, with a v, not a b, unless my name is Stebe now. Did anyone change it without telling me?"
It earned him a round of giggles from the class before they tried to write their own names. He was right to check. Even though they had done this a couple of weeks ago, some had already forgotten. Bobby had called himself Booby - which he was sure Robin would get a kick out of later - and Adam was writing Adan. Name tags were definitely useful, if not used by the kids themselves.
The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion until everyone could write - and remember - their name. He promised to bring cookies next time they did a test on remembering. Bribery worked wonders with kids.
One by one, they left, saying goodbye, but Haley ran off without her backpack and had to come back. Once everyone was gone and all the belongings were definitely taken, Steve stopped for lunch. It was then he saw and remembered the thank you note.
Whatever he'd been expecting - a chocolate-smeared smiley face was most likely - it wasn't a song. Or maybe it was a poem. He couldn't tell. The writing was neat and slightly italic, definitely not Charlie's large, loopy lettering. So it must have been Eddie's. Steve read it carefully, finding himself blushing over the sweet words. For someone he'd never met, Eddie was remarkably charming.
It turned out he wasn't the only one who was smitten. Robin was head over heels for Chrissy, gushing about her the moment Steve walked through the door. "She's so beautiful, Steve! How could you gate keep her?"
"I wasn't gatekeeping her. She's a parent, well, aunt."
"Yeah, from what I heard, Eddie is a busy man." She fell onto the couch next to him and waggled her eyebrows. "And he's single."
"Robin..."
"I know, I know. You don't date the parents. Ugh, you're so boring."
"It's a conflict of interest!"
Robin rolled her eyes and said slyly, "he's cute, though. Well, for you."
"He wrote me something." Steve blushed as pulled out the paper. "A song."
"Hold up. You're telling me the Eddie Munson wrote you a song?"
"Don't say it like that! And who said he's the Eddie Munson? He's just an Eddie Munson."
"How many Eddie Munson's can there be?"
"Can we stop saying his name?!"
"Let me see that." Robin snatched the paper away before Steve could protest, and he could feel his cheeks burning as she read it. Once she was finished, she nodded as if it proved her point. "This guy is totally into you!"
"He doesn't even know me! Besides, I'm his kid's teacher. Charlie probably wrote most of it."
"So he sat down with his kid and wrote a song for you?"
The thought made Steve's chest feel impossibly tight. "No," He managed to get out in a reasonable imitation of his normal voice. He was trying hard not to think about Eddie and Charlie eating brownies and writing song lyrics. "Forget it. I wish I didn't tell you."
"I'm your best friend! I'm just trying to help you. This guy is into you!"
"And he's Charlie's dad! I can't just…" He flailed an arm uselessly and then covered his face to hide his embarrassment. "Nope, I'm not entertaining this." He folded up the paper and walked away before Robin could say anything else. He didn't throw it away, though, just put it carefully in one of his desk drawers. "What are we ordering for dinner?"
"I'm cooking meatballs, remember!"
"Right."
"And you're washing up!"
"Yay," he muttered to himself so she wouldn't hear. When he returned to the living room, Robin had disappeared into the kitchen, so he checked his phone and was surprised to see a new message.
Kas - [12:11 PM]
Is it too soon to say I miss you?
Steve stared at the text, biting his lip to hide his smile as his heart fluttered. He could hear Robin banging about, so he risked sending a text back.
Princess - [5:42 PM]
Depends. Do you still miss me now?
He snorted when he saw his name, debated changing it but ultimately decided to leave it. They weren't using their real names, and he didn't mind Princess. He actually kind of liked it.
Robin gave him a disapproving look as she came back with drinks. "Who are you texting?"
"The guy from the club."
"Ugh. You're not sending dick pics?"
"Not yet." Steve laughed when she pretended to gag. "Now that you've mentioned it… I didn't get a good look at him, really. Maybe I should ask for one?"
"I know sharing is caring and all, but please, I don't need to see that." She laughed suddenly. "What if he's got a small dick?"
"It's not small!"
"You said you didn't see!"
"I didn't! Doesn't mean I didn't feel it." Steve waved away her protests. "Whatever. It's not small, okay?"
"I'll take your word for it." She glanced down at his phone when it pinged. "I'm going to make sure dinner doesn't burn. Please don't get your dick out."
"No promises."
Unfortunately, it wasn't Kas but Dan Shetler. He was joining Steve in the morning for a day of sports with the kids and was asking how many new students he had. Steve cursed as he sent a message back before getting up to ensure he had enough challenge sheets for the kids.
It wasn't until Steve had returned from a shower later that night that he got a reply.
Kas - [10:17 PM]
I think I miss you more now.
Steve smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Princess - [10:22 PM]
Missing me or my body?
Kas - [10:22 PM]
Can't both be true?
Princess - [10:22 PM]
What do you miss the most?
Kas - [10:23 PM]
That's a hard one...
Your thighs.
Your smile.
Not feeling brave enough for a selfie, Steve instead threw away the towel and took a picture of his thighs, careful not to expose himself. He sent it before he could question himself and got up to clean away the towel as he waited. Heart jolting when his phone pinged, Steve snatched it up.
Kas - [10:25 PM]
Yeah, definitely missing those.
Wet?
Princess - [10:26 PM]
Shower.
Kas - [10:26 PM]
Damn. Should've text you sooner.
Princess - [10:27 PM]
Maybe next time.
Steve felt like he was back in high school, smiling at his phone as he sat down again. Laughing quietly, he sent another text.
Princess - [10:28 PM]
So what are you wearing?
Kas - [10:28 PM]
Is it turning into one of those conversations?
He sent a photo, lounging on a sofa with jean-clad legs and rips in the knees. Steve swallowed thickly at the sight of his spread thighs, wishing he could sit there.
Princess - [10:30 PM]
It could do. Are you alone?
Kas - [10:30 PM]
Yes. Got roommates though.
Gotta be quiet.
Steve sent him another picture, this time grabbing a pillow to cover himself with.
Princess - [10:31 PM]
-Picture Sent-
?
Kas - [10:32 PM]
Shit. You're a menace.
Loving the chest hair.
No tattoos?
Princess - [10:33 PM]
One.
But you'll have to find it yourself.
Maybe next time.
Kas - [10:34 PM]
Careful Princess.
The only games I play are the ones I make.
Steve found his free hand wandering beneath the pillow, fingertips skimming the edge of his cock, and he sighed as he took it into his hand, stroking slowly. Typing was harder with one hand, but he managed.
Princess - [10:35 PM]
What kind of games?
Kas - [10:35 PM]
I could tie you down, blindfold you, tease you.
Could fuck you so hard you'd be limping afterwards.
Steve almost dropped his phone as he replied.
Princess - [10:37 PM]
Marks?
Kas - [10:37 PM]
Bruises. Scratches. Bite marks.
Whatever you want, baby.
Steve wanted everything. He wanted Kas to hurt him and put him back together again, take away everything else, and leave him floating. Steve craved that feeling so badly, and he knew Kas could give it to him. He was hard now, stroking his cock to the thought of Kas pinning him down, forcing him to take it even when it was too much. Like last time, intense but so good.
His phone beeped again, getting his attention.
Kas - [10:42 PM]
Something wrong?
It felt teasing like Kas knew exactly what the problem was. So Steve sent him another photo, minus the pillow. He debated taking another in better lighting to catch how much he was leaking but got a reply before he could decide.
Kas - [10:45 PM]
Fuck Princess. You're beautiful.
Wanna taste you.
Princess - [10:45 PM]
I'm flexible.
Kas - [10:46 PM]
I'm not.
Next week?
We can go out, talk about what we want.
Hotel after?
Steve paused, squeezing the base of his cock as he sighed. A rejection but with an offer. He decided to make one back.
Princess - [10:47 PM]
Make this worth my time and I'll consider it.
Kas - [10:47 PM]
Two minutes.
Frowning at the phone, Steve didn't have long to wait. Just over a minute passed before his phone buzzed with an incoming call.
"Hey, Princess. I'll have you know I take this very seriously. If I have to get you off over the phone to get a date, so be it." Kas' voice was smooth, and Steve's waning arousal instantly returned, cock twitching in interest. "Touching yourself yet, baby?"
"I, um- y-yeah."
"You got lube? I want to hear it."
Steve groaned, cradling the phone between his cheek and shoulder to look. He let out a little victorious huff when he found it, immediately blushing when Kas chuckled. "Got it."
"Go on then. Don't be shy."
"I'm gonna need to shower after this."
"Send pictures."
Laughing quietly, Steve squeezed more than necessary into his hand, waiting for it to warm. Satisfied, he wrapped his hand back around his erection, sighing in relief. "Fuck, that's good."
Kas hummed back, the sound rolling off Steve's skin like syrup. He relaxed back, finding his rhythm as the slick sound of his hand grew louder with his breathing. Little bursts of pleasure snaked up his spine, hips jolting forward in response. God, he wanted to rut against something or someone. A whine fell from his lips at the thought.
"Good, sweetheart?"
"So good," Steve breathed back, rubbing his thumb slowly over the head of his cock to make it nice and shiny. He took another photo to send to Kas, rewarded with a punched-out groan for his efforts. "Tell me again what you want to do to me."
"Wanna tie you down and make you cry, beg me to stop."
"Don't stop." Laughter down the phone, not mean but wondrous, sending a shudder through Steve that he felt in his fingertips.
"Alright, I won't stop. You're something else. Do you know that? Not just a pretty face but so fucking responsive too. You're perfect."
Nobody had ever called Steve perfect before, the words sending him closer to the edge than anything else Kas had said. "I'm gonna-"
"Stop."
Steve whined but did as he was told, letting go of his aching cock. Panting, he watched a bead of precum drip down his shaft and groaned. "Why?"
"We've barely started, Princess. Tell me what you're thinking about?"
Humming as his arousal simmered down to something manageable, Steve started to stroke himself again, eyes closing to picture it more clearly. "You over me, holding me down. Your hand feels so good, Kas."
"You feel good, so warm and willing in my hands. Bet you're leaking so much right now."
Steve hummed an affirmative, head falling back against the headrest, hand moving faster, harder, chasing the pleasure. "So fucking hard. So wet."
"You gonna cum?"
"Uh-huh."
"Stop."
"Kas, please." Still, he stopped, letting go even as he complained.
"Oh, you sound so pretty right now. Can you take a photo for me?"
"Let me cum first."
"Fuck… you've got a deal. Go ahead, pretty boy."
Taking himself back into his hand, it only took a few strokes before Steve was gasping down the phone, spilling into his hand. He missed half the words Kas was saying, something about how good he sounded, how he wished he was there. Steve kept going until it hurt, letting go of his softening cock with a breathless laugh. "Holy shit."
"Feeling okay?"
"Fucking amazing." The sound of a car passing made Steve frown. "Are you… outside?"
"Maybe. Don't worry about it."
Steve felt far too good to question it. Instead, he chuckled, falling back on his bed. "Okay, I'll go out with you."
"Good, because there's no way I'm taking no for an answer after that."
"Yeah?"
"You're amazing, Princess. I need to see you again."
Steve grinned at the ceiling, butterflies storming in his chest at the admission. "Tell me where and when. I'll be there."
"You heard of Enzo's?"
"The Italian place?"
"Yep. Meet me there next week at six. We can eat, talk this through and then get down to business."
He snorted at the word. "Business, huh?"
"Don't wanna sound too crass." The sound of a car horn blaring and raised voices made Kas sigh. "Well, time for me to get inside. I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay."
"And Princess? Don't forget that photo. I want to see how much of a mess you are."
Steve blushed, ending the call as Kas laughed. He looked down at the mess on his stomach and sighed, holding up his phone to try and find a good angle. Finally satisfied, he sent it to Kas and got up to shower.
Robin raised an eyebrow at him in the hallway, taking in the lack of clothes and towel high around his chest. "Haven't you already showered?"
"Uh... no?"
"So gross."
Steve laughed when she pushed passed him and called as he entered the bathroom, "By the way, he said he likes my chest hair!"
When he returned to his room, it was to find a final message waiting for him.
Kas - [11:21 PM]
Like I said, you're perfect.
