Eddie was nervous about the date. Well, it wasn't really a date. It was supposed to be a hookup, but he wanted to run through a few things first, so had suggested a meal beforehand. Of course, he'd had to work for the yes. Phone sex was fun, but not so much when he was outside on the porch in the freezing cold so Charlie wouldn't overhear him. It was a shame he couldn't enjoy the pretty little noises he was granted.

But tonight, he was hoping to get the real thing. Ever since that night at the bar, he'd developed an itch for more. A month felt like a long time to see his Princess again. He was sure it would be worth the wait.

"You look nice," Chris said approvingly when he finally left his bedroom. Eddie looked down at his clothes, just a simple white shirt under his leather jacket and a nice pair of jeans that weren't ripped. For him, though, he might as well be going to an event. "Fancy date?"

"Definitely not fancy if it goes well."

"Uh-huh."

Charlie came over, looking him up and down, but she was frowning. "Where are you going?"

"A meeting." He glared at Chris, daring her to object. "Got a lot of things to discuss with my new friend, so we're going to eat too. Make sure daddy doesn't fall asleep during talking."

"Sure," Chris sniggered. She got noogied for that one. Charlie laughed as Chris shoved Eddie away and tried to fix her hair. "Not fair."

"Be good for Charlie. If you give her trouble, I'm kicking you out." He crouched down to hug Charlie and kissed her forehead. "Look after Auntie Chris. I'll be back before you wake up."

"You won't be here tonight?"

"No, it's gonna be a late night. I'll be here in the morning, promise. We'll read extra-long tomorrow to make up for it, okay?"

"Okay." Charlie hugged him hard. "Love you."

"Love you too, babygirl." With one final squeeze, he got up again with a sigh. "Behave," he told Chris sternly, and she grinned. "I'll be back late tonight."

"Have fun."

"Bye, Daddy!"

Enzo's wasn't far from home, so he decided to walk. The nights hadn't turned bitter yet, and it was enjoyable even though he was only wearing his leather jacket.

When he rounded the corner and saw his Princess waiting outside, it was all worth the wait. Backlit by the restaurant, his hair turned golden, and even though his handsome features were obscured in shadows, Eddie could see he was smiling. Wearing a soft-looking blue sweater with a white dress shirt underneath paired with black slacks, he was better dressed and more gorgeous than Eddie could ever be, which made the fact he was waiting for him all the more exhilarating.

Many people had thrown themselves at Eddie over the years, begging for the chance to spend the night with him. During the years he barely remembered, he hadn't been picky. The tabloid headlines hadn't been kind; privacy act be damned. Now though, he didn't date and hadn't slept with anyone in years.

Chris had forced him out two months ago. Eddie hadn't expected to find anyone to hold his interest, but his Princess certainly had. Eddie wanted to know more.

"Hey, what happened to the skimpy outfits? I quite liked the shorts."

He laughed, cheeks turning pink even though it wasn't cold. "I was practically forced into those. Sweaters and polos are more my style."

"It suits you." And they did. Eddie could see his body later. In fact, he quite liked the idea of being the only person to know what was hidden under those soft clothes. He smiled, reaching up to press his thumb into his Princess' bottom lip and was rewarded with the instant dilation of his pretty hazel eyes and an intake of shaky breath. He wasn't sure how he was going to sit through an entire meal with this beauty. "Want to go inside?"

"Sure." Princess followed, smiling shyly when Eddie held the door open for him.

Wayne had taught him how to behave, and on occasion, Eddie could be a gentleman.

"Table for…?" The host prompted when it was their turn. A surprisingly short wait, not that Eddie was complaining. The talk he had in mind wasn't made for small waiting areas with several other people.

"Underhill."

The woman nodded as she found the name and smiled brightly. "Follow me."

"Underhill?" Princess whispered as they followed her, and Eddie chuckled.

"Not my real last name, I promise. I guess you've never read or seen Lord of the Rings?"

"Uh, no."

They were led to a booth towards the back of the restaurant. It was more private than the tables, and they were guaranteed a decent bit of cover from the other customers considering the kitchens were nearby. Once they were seated and handed menus, they were finally left alone.

Eddie watched his date read through the menu, folding his hands under his chin to take him in. He really was quite beautiful. Now he could get a proper look at him. Away from the club's dim lighting and the dingy bathroom halogens, Eddie could see his skin was tanned and dotted with moles. He had the sudden urge to count them, know the exact number on his skin and made a mental note to try and find out at some point.

"Do you want to get a starter?" Princess asked, looking up at him suddenly. He seemed to realize Eddie had been staring because his blush and shy smile returned. "I'm thinking we pass on the garlic bread."

Shit, if he wasn't careful, he would fall in love with this guy.

"How about the dough balls instead?" Eddie suggested, and when Princess leaned forward to check his menu, his sweater dipped low enough to show off his chest hair. Eddie swallowed thickly. "Definitely not making it to dessert."

Princess laughed and sat back, looking smug. "That wasn't a lie, then. You do like my chest hair?"

"Obviously. And all the other parts you showed me." Feeling a lot warmer all of a sudden, Eddie took off his jacket.

"Holy shit," Princess breathed, eyes widening in surprise. "And you were asking me about tattoos?"

His shirt was only a basic t-shirt, so it showed off his arms and, therefore, his tattoos. Eddie glanced at them and shrugged. "Sure. Does it bother you?"

"No, it's interesting." He reached out to gently trace the snake wrapped around Eddie's forearm. The simple touch left goosebumps on his arm. "How many do you have?"

"Too many to count. Hey, what about yours? You said you had one." In answer, Princess turned over his arm and there on the inside of his wrist was- "an ice cream cone?"

"Yep. It's where I met my best friend, working at an ice cream shop. She has one too."

"Matching tattoos with your best friend?"

Princess laughed at his dubious tone, squeezing his forearm before retreating to his side of the booth as a waiter appeared to take their orders. "Completely platonic," he whispered once they were alone again, looking smug. "We've never been like that. She's my soulmate in every way but romantic."

"Good to know."

"So what about you? No… partner or anything?"

"Nope." Eddie leaned forward, and Princess copied him so they were almost nose to nose. Gaze dropping to his lips, Eddie whispered, "I don't date, sweetheart. And I don't normally fuck either, but you've got my attention. I want to see how much you can handle."

Lips curving up in a smirk, he whispered back, "Anything you throw at me, Kas."

Eddie had to sit back and think about customer complaints in an effort not to get hard in a public restaurant. This fucking guy.

He was saved by their starter arriving. Fast service all around. He would have to give the place five stars for saving his ass. Princess was the picture of innocence as he sipped his drink. Eddie had ordered first with a coke, and he'd followed, which was nice. It sucked being the only one not drinking.

"You should try the chili dip," Princess prompted before holding out a dough ball dripping with the iridescent red sauce.

His smile had turned soft, inviting even. Eddie was helpless in leaning forward to take it. He was right; it was good. Nodding his approval, he speared a dough ball and dipped it in the cheese sauce, holding it out for Princess to take. Laughing, he ate it.

"So, ground rules." Eddie held out another one, offering it up. "First one, we're not dating. We meet up, fuck and go our separate ways. My private life is exactly that. I don't want to mess with it."

He'd tried once, long before Charlie was in the picture. It didn't end well, the guy using him for his money and fame. When it all went away, so did the love. Not that it was ever love as Eddie now understood. He hadn't tried to bring anyone else into his life since. He wasn't planning to now either and wanted that clear. The last thing he needed was heartbreak or a reason to spiral. That breakup had been the cause of his first, and thankfully only, overdose.

"Okay," Princess agreed easily, taking the dough ball. He chewed it, watching Eddie thoughtfully and smiled at his surprise. "My last couple of relationships crashed and burned. I'm not looking for anything serious either, so meeting up for hopefully good sex is fine with me."

"Hopefully, good?"

He shrugged, holding out the next dough ball. Eddie ate it and was treated to a tasty pesto sauce. "That remains to be seen. Second rule?"

Eddie took a moment to reorganize his thoughts. He'd expected resistance, not prepared for such an easy partner. "Safe words. I'm not starting anything without a stop in place. Until I know you better, I need you to tell me if it's too far. I don't want to hurt you. Well, not in a way you don't like."

The beautiful blush was back, just in time for the main course. It had died down a bit during the changeover but returned in full force when Eddie raised an eyebrow expectantly. "I use the traffic light system. Simple, easy to understand. Okay with that?"

"Perfect." One less word he needed to remember. Red was easy. "Any hard passes? I know you don't like verbal degradation, but is there anything else?"

"Hmm, I don't know… No blood or urine play, I guess. Not really into that. Or other people, just us. Do you mind winging it?"

"As long as you're comfortable stopping me."

"I am. What about you?"

Surprised by the question, Eddie had to think about it. Usually, his limits didn't come up. Well, usually, he was too shit-faced to answer properly. He'd done many things over the years, some he wasn't proud of, some he definitely wouldn't do again. But most had been enjoyable, and he wondered how comfortable his Princess would be with it.

"No CNC stuff, I don't like that."

"Fine with me. Never tried it, doesn't sound all that appealing. Anything else?" Princess was so casual about it all, eating his pasta as if they were discussing something mundane like the weather, even if his blush remained ever-present.

Eddie could feel his cheeks warming too, so much for professional. "What about orgasm denial?"

Princess has to consider that for a long moment, chewing thoughtfully. "Delay is fine, not denial. I like to have an orgasm at the end of the day, y'know?"

He did know. His hand was fucking tired of it, and his dick still ached, remembering their phone call earlier that week. Being a parent really sucked sometimes.

Digging into his lasagne, Eddie was distracted by how good it was. "Fuck, I'm coming back here." Princess laughed, light and captivating, so much so that Eddie smiled too. He reached out to knock their legs together, bringing back the bashful smile. "And no visible marks?"

"Right. My job would never approve."

"But your chest is fair game?"

"It is." Princess leaned back, legs sliding down to rest between Eddie's as he spread them.

The warmth of his thighs was surprising, the burn settling low in his stomach. The lasagna wasn't nearly as tasty anymore. Trying to ignore the touch, Eddie cleared his throat and sipped his drink, forcing his voice to remain casual. "No wax play then. Don't want to ruin all that hard work."

He was rewarded with a smug smile. "I used to wax, was on the swim team in high school and even a lifeguard for a few years during the summer."

"Some sacrifices aren't worth making."

"You'd be surprised how many guys aren't into it." For the first time that night, his expression fell.

Eddie reached across the table without thought to squeeze his hand. "Then they're extremely stupid. I meant everything I said to you. Your body is exquisite, Princess."

Compliments, not degradation.

It worked, and Princess immediately brightened up, sitting properly to eat again. Eddie missed his warmth, but the sooner they were done, the sooner they could move on to the best part of their evening.

"Any other rules?"

"Just one. We don't use our real names."

Another flicker of surprise, but Princess quickly rallied and nodded. "Kas, it is."

"You're okay with Princess?"

"Yes. The others are fine too. I like nice nicknames." Princess leaned forward again, voice dropping as a waiter walked by. "So what's the plan after this if we're not having dessert?"

"I wouldn't say that. You do have a sweet voice."

"You need to stop doing that," he laughed, cheeks turning pink again. "People will think I have sunburn or something."

Eddie was more than a little smug about it. But he let it drop so they could finish their meals in peace. It was surprising how easy the quiet was too. Until somebody sneezed half a meatball onto their date, and they both dissolved into laughter. Eddie almost spat his drink everywhere, thankfully managing to contain it. Princess wasn't so lucky and let out a loud snort that had people looking in their direction too.

When the food was finished, Princess started acting up again. The gentle touch to Eddie's leg initially alarmed him until he realized it was a foot. He shot Princess a questioning look, but he only smiled back, leaning to rest his hand on an open palm and watched through half-lidded eyes. "It's getting late."

Cue taken. Eddie caught the waiter's attention and paid in record time. It had darkened considerably when they stepped outside, and Princess looked at him expectantly. So he led the way down the street towards his chosen hotel.

"You didn't need to buy your way into my pants," Princess told him in mock admission, slipping his arm through Eddie's. "We both know how tonight is going to end."

"True, but maybe I wanted to spoil you first."

"Consider me spoiled. Where are we going now?"

"Chicago's finest." It wasn't, of course. He couldn't afford that type of luxury anymore. He had emergency money stashed away, and considering how long it had been since he'd had sex, this counted as an emergency. Although not the best, the hotel was nice, and according to the reviews, the walls were thick and the beds soft. Still, Princess looked at the place with wide eyes like he'd never entered a hotel before. "Nobody ever spoiled you?"

"Not like this. I've seen luxury. It was poison."

"So you're rich?"

"That's an awfully private question for someone who wants us to remain anonymous," Princess teased. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, though. "No, I'm not. My parents are."

Definite separation there. Still, not his business, so Eddie dropped the subject.

"Then I hope I don't disappoint you." He booked in, ignoring Princess' snigger when he used the name Underhill again. Not much of an actor, that was for sure. "You're gonna blow my cover."

"Sorry." It was worth the money. The room was spacious, and the bed soft as advertised, big enough for both of them. Princess sat on the edge and appraised Eddie as he removed his shoes and knelt beside him to help take his off too. "Such a gentleman."

"Not for much longer. Lie back." He did, laughing as Eddie's hands ran up his legs, deftly undoing his belt. He wasn't wearing underwear. Eddie paused, swallowing thickly with his pants halfway down his thighs. "You're something else, sweetheart."

"Keep going."

Pants off, Eddie knelt on the bed to finally kiss him, a pretty sigh escaping Princess' lips in response. Tugging on his sweater, Princess arched his back in a sinful curve to get it off, grinning as he fell back again. He wasn't all sweetness, Eddie could tell. Laying there in only his dress shirt, eyes sparkling and hair ruffled, he was gorgeous.

"Shirt off, Princess. I wanna see that chest hair."

As he got to work on the buttons, Eddie started to undress. Princess only got halfway when he stopped, eyes going wide when Eddie pulled off his shirt. "Holy shit, you're covered in them." His warm hands came to rest of the dragon on Eddie's sternum, eyes drinking in the other images. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Kas Underhill."

"Hilarious." Princess shoved him down suddenly, straddling Eddie's stomach. He grinned at Eddie's shock as he finished removing his shirt.

He was absolutely covered in moles. Eddie's fingers itched to touch, running up his sides and pulling Princess down to bury his face in his chest. Fuck, he smelled good, too, some sort of body wash and natural scent mixing together. His jeans were starting to hurt.

"Hey," Princess laughed, threading a hand in his hair. "As much as I love the chest hair appreciation, get your pants off and fuck me already. I've waited two months for this."

"As you wish." Eddie threw him back on the bed, grinning at his stunned expression. "There's lube in my jacket pocket. Condoms too."

Princess was quick to grab it and fish out the items. He tossed a condom at Eddie, settling back with the small bottle of lube. "I already prepped earlier, shouldn't need much."

"You did?"

"Figured it would save time."

Eddie was in love. He reeled it back in, telling himself to get a grip. Princess was the one to do it, wrapping a hand around his cock, bringing him to full hardness so fast he felt lightheaded. Again Princess looked surprised, thumb dragging over the barbell piercings along the underside of his cock, making Eddie shudder.

"That feels good?"

"Yeah, so you better stop or this'll be over fast." Eddie grabbed his hand, pinning it back on the bed, finally gaining the upper hand. "How do you want this? I don't wanna do too much tonight. I just want to feel you out a bit."

"Wanna feel you. Go as hard as you like. I won't break."

"Turn over for me."

He did as he was told, ass in the air without prompting, and Eddie almost groaned. He had a gorgeous ass, tanned, spotted with moles and hairy. Fucking perfect. Resisting the urge to dive right in, he grabbed the lube instead to test how well he was prepped. His finger pressed in without difficulties, even getting a sigh out of Princess.

"You've done a good job," Eddie praised as a second finger joined the first. He was still tight and incredibly warm. Eddie couldn't wait to get his dick in there. "God, Princess, you feel so good."

"Stop wasting time," Princess gasped, grabbing his wrist. He turned to look at Eddie, cheek pressed into the pillow and smiled lazily. "Fuck me already, or is that bandana just for show?"

"You're a brat."

"Never said I'd make it easy for you."

Eddie grinned, snatching up the black fabric and quickly tied it around Princess' wrists.

His eyes widened at first, but then he was grinning too. "That's more like it. C'mon, Kas, I expected more after all your talk about safe words earlier."

Heat curled in Eddie's stomach, stronger than he'd experienced in years. An almost overwhelming desire to wipe that smile off Princess' face made his head spin. It felt dreamlike when he reached out to grasp a handful of his thick brown hair and, with a sweet smile, shoved his face into the pillow. Leaning down, lips brushing his ear, Eddie whispered, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll find something to keep you quiet. I wanna hear that pretty voice, though. Will you be good for me, baby?"

Something like an assent was muffled back, so he let go and sat up again to find the condom. Princess was panting now, a pretty flush spreading down his cheeks and neck. Eddie wondered how far it went, but that would have to wait for another time. He slapped Princess' ass to get him to raise it higher, delighted when he did so with a moan.

"What did I say last week… That I'd leave you limping?" Eddie teased, dragging the head of his cock between Princess' cheeks to rest against his hole. "I make good on my promises, sweetheart."

Grabbing his hips, Eddie thrust into him in one smooth motion. It was nirvana. Eddie had never felt anything so good in his entire life as this man's body. He wasn't going to last long, not with how tight Princess was squeezing him, fingers dragging on his stomach as Princess' hands clenched behind his back.

"Good?" He yanked Princess' head up so he could answer, laughing when he saw how dazed he already was. "Fuck, you're beautiful. Barely started, and you're already cock-drunk, huh?"

"Yeah," Princess replied in a dazed whisper. Tears were clinging to his lashes, but he was smiling. "Want it so bad, please."

"Okay, baby, be patient." Eddie's hand moved around to hold his throat instead as he started with shallow thrusts. He could feel the whine vibrating in Princess' throat and tutted, "Patience," before pushing his head back into the pillows to grab his hips. His next thrust was hard, drawing a strangled gasp out of Princess. "Better?"

"Uh-huh."

It took Eddie a few tries to find his prostate, but he knew when he did, Princess' body becoming impossibly tight as his back bowed in a delicious curve. He ran a hand up Princess' shaking, sweaty spine with a hum, fisting his hair again as his thrusts became harsher, pressing into his prostate each time. It forced pretty little noises out of Princess, each one music to Eddie's ears. He wanted to record it and listen to it again and again, the best music he'd ever created.

The thought of getting Princess in a studio to record this made his mind spin.

"Kas," Princess gasped, tears rolling down his cheeks freely. "'M gonna cum. Can I cum, please?"

Eddie was panting too, body starting to ache with the effort of fucking him so hard. He was going to feel it in the morning, and the thought delighted him. Pulling Princess off the bed, back pressed to his chest, Eddie wrapped a hand around his surely aching cock, slick with precum and murmured, "Go ahead, Princess."

His body clenched around Eddie so hard he had to stop moving. "S-shit, Kas!" Princess almost cried, ropes of cum spilling over his hand as he rutted into it.

Eddie laughed in amazement, rolling his hips as Princess' body relaxed, drawing another whine out of him. "We're not done yet, baby."

He let go of Princess' softening cock, gripping his hips again hard enough to leave bruises as he chased his own orgasm. It only took a few more thrusts, spurred on by the fucked out noises being punched out of Princess, before he was coming so hard he almost blacked out. He had enough presence of mind not to crush Princess when he pulled out and pulled off the condom, so he rolled onto the free spot next to him as the post-orgasm glow settled in.

"That was fucking amazing," he told Princess sincerely. He got a weak chuckle in response.

Princess looked as fucked out as Eddie felt, eyes puffy and cheeks stained with tears. He was even more beautiful than he'd been outside the restaurant earlier that evening, which was saying something. Eddie touched his cheek, rubbing away the tears and gave in to the impulse to taste them. Salty, as expected, but also sweet in the knowledge he'd caused that.

"We're doing this again," Princess told him in a shaky voice. He sounded fucked out, too, as he chuckled wetly. "Don't look so smug."

"You should wear eyeliner next time. You'd look so pretty with it streaked everywhere."

"Ruin the sheets."

"It'd be worth it."

Princess only hummed, eyes slipping shut. His entire body seemed to melt into the soft bedding, but then he frowned. "Undo my hands?"

"Shit, sorry." Eddie hurried to untie his bandana and helped Princess flex his wrists, rubbing some feeling back into them. "Been a minute since I've done this. I'll get better at the aftercare, I promise."

"It's fine." Still, there was a slight hesitation in his voice, and when he opened his eyes, he looked a little afraid. "Can you hold me?"

"Or course." Eddie quickly bundled Princess in his arms, kissing the top of his head. "You were amazing," he praised softly, carding a hand through his thick hair. "Absolutely perfect, better than I could have ever hoped for."

"Mhmm?"

"I hope you want to do this again because, shit, I'm a little addicted to you already." Eddie kissed him again, breathing in the smell of sex and hair products. It was a heady mix but so good. "Wanna fuck you again and again until you can't walk. Make you cry until you've run out of tears. Then I'll run you a nice, hot bath and clean you up."

"Sounds good." Princess' words were starting to slur, body becoming lax in Eddie's hold. "I wanna sleep. Gotta get clean first. How about a shower for now? Don't think there's a tub."

Unfortunately, he was right. Eddie got the shower running to a nice, warm temperature and then helped Princess inside, keeping a firm grip around his waist so he didn't slip. He washed everything away, taking his time admiring Princess' chest since he didn't have a chance earlier. "Next time, we're doing it the other way. Wanna see your face."

"I'd like that." Princess had regained some of his composure, coming back to life under the warm spray. He helped wash Eddie, too, lips soft against his chest but tongue teasing against his nipple piercings. "How many do you have?"

"I'll wear earrings next time."

Eyes alight at the prospect, Princess kissed him and traced his fingers over Eddie's ear. "How many?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

Finally, back in the bedroom, Eddie helped him into his clothes and changed the sheets. He felt a little bad for the room service, so he left a big tip as an apology. Settling on the fresh sheets, he combed his fingers through Princess' damp hair as he dozed off again.

It was getting late. Eddie glanced at the clock to see it was one in the morning and sighed. It got Princess' attention, and he opened his eyes to look at Eddie questioningly. "I can't stay," he explained regretfully. "Have to get home. You're welcome to spend the night here if you want. The room's ours until ten."

"But you're leaving?"

A pang of guilt hit Eddie square in the chest at the sadness creeping into his expression. "I wish I could stay. Truly, I do. But I have people at home who need me."

"Okay." Princess pulled away, trying and failing to be composed as Eddie saw right through the facade.

The last thing he wanted was for Princess to drop. Cradling his face, Eddie looked into his eyes and smiled. "Tonight was beyond anything I hoped for. You are so… captivating. I wish I could stay here forever with you. But we both have our lives to return to. We can meet up again if you wish to. Because I do, I want to see you again so badly, only if you say yes, though. If this was a one-time thing for you, I completely understand."

"Shut up, Kas. We both know this is going to happen again." Princess' fingers curled around his wrists, holding him in place as he smiled back. "A month, right?"

"Right. Not a day later, I promise."

Princess kissed him, long and sweet. "You better go then," he whispered sweetly against Eddie's lips when they broke apart. "Before I change my mind and keep you here."

Eddie didn't doubt he'd be able to. So he got up to find his jacket and shoes. Once he was ready to go, he paused at the end of the bed and looked at Princess curled up in the sheets. Bruises were blooming under the golden skin of his hips, and he looked utterly exhausted. Princess opened his eyes and smiled sleepily, making a show of stretching and turning over so Eddie could get a good look at the curve of his ass again.

"Goodbye, Kas."

He couldn't resist squeezing one cheek as he leaned in to kiss Princess goodbye, earning himself a light laugh and a shove. "Bye, Princess. I'll text you soon."

The glow in his chest kept out the cold as Eddie walked home. He checked Charlie was sound asleep before finding Chris in his bed. Deciding to leave her, he got a blanket for the couch instead. Princess was worth a night's sleep on the lumpy couch anytime.

Eddie fell asleep thinking of those pretty hazel eyes and quirked lips. The month couldn't go fast enough for him to see his Princess again.