cw: anal fingering, cockwarming, sex

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Writing an album was hard work, apparently. Steve had never seen Eddie so engrossed in his writing, and he spent most of their first week with his nose in a thick folder, scribbling away in his notebook.

Which meant Steve got plenty of alone time with Charlie.

She quickly got bored of the house; even the pool had lost its shine. So Steve promised to take her to the beach and give Eddie time to work in peace.

The morning of their date - as Charlie insisted on calling it - Steve woke up early to make pancakes. He'd almost finished when Charlie ran in, already dressed for the day in a stripy sundress with her mother's pin on her chest and her swimsuit on underneath. Climbing onto the stool beside Steve, she smiled hopefully at him, so he tipped the fresh pancakes onto a plate for her, sliding over the syrup, too.

"You know you can't go swimming now for two hours," he warned her, but Charlie just shrugged, mouth already full. "Okay, but no complaining when we get there."

She swallowed thickly. "We can build a sandcastle."

"We sure can. And we'll take pictures for your dad."

"We went to the beach once. He sucks at building sandcastles. They kept falling down." And she promptly shoved more pancakes in her mouth.

Steve started the second batch, ready for Eddie, and sure enough, he joined them a few minutes later, looking tired. He'd stayed up so late that Steve had fallen asleep before he'd come to bed. "Morning," Steve whispered after Eddie kissed Charlie's head and came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Morning." Eddie kissed his shoulder and yawned. "You guys are starting early."

"Sandcastles are better in the morning."

"Uh-huh." He nosed at Steve's neck, making him laugh. "Love waking up to the smell of your cooking. Could get used to it."

"You've got a whole two months to get bored of me."

"Not possible." Eddie nipped his neck, grinning when Steve inhaled sharply. He turned to Charlie with a raised voice. "We're not gonna get bored of Steve, are we, babygirl?"

"Never ever!"

"Never ever," Eddie repeated softly, kissing him once more before letting go to join Charlie at the island. "You behave for Steve, okay? If he tells me you were naughty, no pancakes for a month."

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him.

"Good girl." He accepted his stack of pancakes, patting the spot beside him so Steve sat. "There's plenty for both of us. Eat." And he pressed a fork into Steve's hand so they could share.

When they were finished, Steve cleaned up while Eddie plaited Charlie's hair. He came over to watch, trying to take note of Eddie's technique. It was a little different to how he did plaits, but then, Charlie's hair was curly, so he supposed it had to be more secure.

Eddie had separated her hair into two equal parts, and after finishing the first side, he sat back and smiled at Steve. "Want to try?" He laughed at Steve's dubious expression. "I'll help you." It took a lot longer, and Steve's side wasn't nearly as neat, but Charlie looked happy with it. Eddie squeezed his hand when she hopped down and ran to grab her bag. "Trust me, it's better than my first attempt. That lasted five minutes before it came loose."

"I have a good teacher." Steve leaned in to kiss Eddie, tasting the syrup on his tongue.

"Look after her," Eddie whispered when they broke apart. "If she gets hurt, I'll drown you in the pool."

Sweet and sharp, all wrapped into one. Steve loved Eddie for how fiercely he protected Charlie. He hoped one day it would be the same for him. "I will," he promised, kissing Eddie quickly because Charlie was thundering down the stairs, which meant it was time to go. "Have fun writing."

"I'll try." Eddie walked them to the door, giving Charlie a big hug before letting her outside. Steve got one, too, and another kiss. "Don't forget suncream."

"We'll be back soon."

Steve could feel Eddie's eyes on them all the way down the street.

Despite Eddie's separation anxiety, Charlie seemed fine. She held his hand and talked the whole way about what kind of sandcastle she was going to build and had settled on a vampire's lair just as they reached the beach. Toeing off her sandals, Charlie ran ahead and left Steve to get his shoes and socks off alone. He quickly scooped up their footwear to follow her.

The beach was busy but not crowded, and they found a decent spot in the warm sand high up on the beach, ready for when the tide came in. Charlie was itching to play but sat obediently with Steve as he covered her in suncream. As soon as she was done, she took off towards the wet sand.

Steve stayed with their stuff but kept a close eye on her as she began building her sandcastle. It didn't take long before other kids came over, and soon, a group of them were working together.

A couple of the moms were set up close by, and they joined him. "Which one's yours?" The blond asked, so he pointed Charlie out. "Cute braids."

"Could use some work. What about yours?"

"Mine's the girl in pink, and Jamie's is the boy in purple. I'm Amy, by the way." She held out her hand, so Steve shook it. "Are you single?"

"Jesus, Amy," Her friend muttered, knocking back half a plastic cup of wine. "So much for subtle."

"What? He's hot."

Steve laughed but shook his head. "Happily taken."

"Shame. I would've loved to drag you to my hut."

It was so corny it was funny. Steve had to bite his lip not to laugh again. He was sure she wasn't trying to make him laugh but rather seduce him. If only she knew who she was up against.

"Steve?" Charlie was back, and she looked curiously at the two women. They smiled, which put her at ease, and she returned her attention to Steve. "Can I swim now? You promised I could, and it's been an hour."

"Are you sure?" He checked his watch just to be sure and nodded. "Okay, wait for me." There was not a chance he was letting her go alone. "Sorry to leave, but it looks like I'm going swimming."

He stood up and pulled off his shirt, surprised when the two women followed him. "We'll come too," Amy said, eyeing him appreciatively. Steve was kind of glad Eddie wasn't there; otherwise, she'd probably be on the way to the hospital by now.

Okay, sure, he got a little jealous when the server at the ice cream place was gushing over Eddie, but she was a kid! He hadn't seriously considered Eddie going for it. This felt slightly different, though; they were grown women with children, and he felt uncomfortable with her being so openly brazen.

Luckily, they weren't dressed to go swimming in their gauzy clothing, so he waded out into the waves with Charlie, staying within arms reach in case she went under. She was a good swimmer, though, and splashed about, shrieking and laughing with him. He tired far quicker than she did but managed to coax her out with the promise of donuts from a stall they had passed on the way down.

The women had gotten bored of standing around after a while, but they had moved closer to their stuff, so Steve sat down beside them again as he helped towel Charlie dry and get back into her dress, not an easy feat when she had damp skin and was wriggling in excitement. Finally, he got it over her head and sighed in relief.

"Thanks, Steve! Can I destroy the sandcastle before the waves get them?"

"We need a picture for your dad first."

Steve was searching for his phone when Amy asked curiously, "You're not her dad?"

"Nope. He's my teacher," Charlie said innocently, and Steve wanted to groan.

Sure enough, when he found his phone and turned back to them, they were looking at him, scandalized. "I was her teacher," he amended quickly. "I'm dating her dad. Charlie, don't say that it sounds bad."

"But you are. Or was."

"Okay, fine, but say I'm your dad's boyfriend from now on? I could get into trouble if you tell people that."

"Why?"

Oh, he was so not explaining that to her. Eddie could deal with that conversation. "Because most kids don't go to the beach with their teachers, do they?"

Charlie considered that and then shrugged. "Okay. You're my daddy's boyfriend."

"Thank you."

She grabbed his hand and began towing him to the sandcastles. "Hurry, they're about to go!"

He hoped there wouldn't be cops waiting when they came back. Thankfully, Amy and Jamie were too drunk to care or believed him because they were back to drinking once Charlie had exhausted herself, destroying her hard work.

"Bye, Steve!" They called after him, and he waved back, shooing Charlie ahead.

She frowned back at the two women. "They were being nice."

"I guess."

"Daddy calls it flirting when people are nice like that."

Steve wanted to die. Fuck, if she told Eddie, he was going to drown himself in the pool. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. But that doesn't mean I flirted back. I like your dad, no one else."

"Promise?" Charlie was looking at him with a seriousness beyond her years that actually made Steve nervous.

"Of course. I love Eddie. And I love you, too."

"Good." She smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the wonderful smell of frying batter. "Donuts!"

Twenty dollars lighter, but with a happy child, Steve considered it a win as they walked back to the house.

"Daddy, we're home!" Charlie yelled as she bounded inside. "We saved you a donut!"

"One second!" Eddie appeared at the top of the stairs looking relieved and scooped Charlie into his arms when he reached the bottom, hugging her tight. "Oh, I missed you, babygirl." He caught Steve's eye and smiled. "You too. How was the beach?"

"Great. We made a massive sand castle. Steve took pictures. And then he let me swim in the sea. There was seaweed that made Steve jump. I think he thought it was a jellyfish or something, and he almost fell over trying to get it off. I made some friends too and-" Charlie's voice faded as Eddie carried her into the kitchen, leaving Steve to either follow or shower. He decided to shower because he was itching from all the sand.

Dropping their bags by the door, he kicked off his shoes and went upstairs to clean up.

By the time he finished, Eddie was back in the bedroom and writing at the desk. He glanced up, eyes lingering appreciatively on Steve as he said, "Charlie's crashed. She'll be out for a few hours."

"I swear to god she has no filter," Steve laughed and fell back on the bed so his head was hanging off the edge, and he had an upside-down view of Eddie as he hunched over in his chair again. "She told these women I was her teacher. You should have seen their faces! You're lucky I didn't call you from the local jail."

"Oh, she told me all about the flirty women." Eddie's amusement was apparent even before he turned to grin at Steve. "So, how hot were they?"

"Maybe a seven?" Steve teased back, rolling his eyes. "The flirty one was blond, no tattoos."

"Shame." Eddie pushed away from the desk with a sigh and walked over to stand above Steve. There was a dangerous glint in his eye that made Steve swallow thickly, glad he had a towel to hide his sudden growing problem. "Because I'm a little worried you're growing bored of me. I know I haven't been very attentive to you this week. Let me make it up to you?"

"Y-yeah."

Eddie leaned over him, pulling away the towel, and whistled lowly. "Oh, Princess, you should've said something."

Steve groaned when Eddie's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. It was difficult to concentrate on Eddie's jeans, especially upside down, but finally, he managed it. Eddie was hard, too, and he looked down in amusement when Steve licked a stripe along the underside of his cock.

It was only when he tried to suck his dick that Eddie stepped back. "Not yet."

"Eddie," Steve whined in frustration, rolling onto his front so he could glare at him properly, and was annoyed when he covered himself up again. "You said you were gonna fuck me. How are you supposed to do that with your pants on?"

"Did I?" Eddie mused, walking around Steve to open the bedside cabinet. Before he could complain again, a bottle of lube hit him in the chest. "Sit back."

Scrambling to obey, Steve got comfortable on the pillows and waited for Eddie to join him. He took a little longer than necessary, probably just to tease him before getting between Steve's legs and taking the bottle back.

Leaning in to kiss him, Eddie whispered, "I'm gonna prep you, and then you're gonna sit nice and pretty on my dick until I'm done, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good boy."

Steve's head fell back against the pillows as Eddie's finger pushed inside, quickly followed by a second. Eddie knew Steve's body well because pleasure singed up his spine as the teasing touch to his prostate, a stuttering sigh escaping his lips. "Feels good."

"I know." Eddie squeezed his thigh, getting another finger in. "Do you wanna cum?"

"Can I still sit on your dick after?" Steve was serious, even though Eddie laughed, burying his face in his chest. "Yes?"

Eddie responded by biting his nipple, which only made Steve's cock throb, dripping precome between them. "Greedy."

His thrusts sped up, hitting Steve's prostate hard as he left marks across his chest. The bruise Eddie sucked into his collarbone proved to be Steve's undoing, and he came with a strangled moan, clenching down on Eddie's fingers. Not that Eddie stopped fucking him until his hips twitched with sensitivity. Only then did he seem satisfied and pulled out.

Steve melted into the bed, watching Eddie as he got up. When he moved away, Steve made a soft noise but was shushed, and his leg squeezed reassuringly. Eddie only grabbed a packet of wet wipes and started cleaning up Steve's stomach. When he was done, Eddie finally stripped, and Steve had to swallow back a mouthful of saliva at the sight of his naked, inked body.

"Like what you see?" Eddie teased. He stroked his cock, watching Steve through heavy-lidded eyes, and it made him squirm, embarrassed but also pleased to be the object of Eddie's attention. "I gotta finish this verse," Eddie said slowly, backing away to sit down again, and as he turned to the desk, he flashed Steve a wicked grin. "If you want me, you better come over and get it."

Not needing to be told twice, Steve was up in seconds and dragging Eddie's chair back to make room. Ignoring his laughter, Steve straddled his lap, leaning in to kiss him, and sank down on his cock with a soft sigh. They hadn't had sex for a few days, and it was a bit of a stretch, but Steve didn't mind. He liked it and quickly adjusted to take Eddie to the hilt. "Good," He whispered against Eddie's lips.

"Yeah, very good," Eddie agreed, rolling the chair closer to the desk again. "Now behave so I can work."

Steve got one last kiss before hooking his chin over Eddie's shoulder. He was itching to move but tried to stay still. It was harder than he thought, trying to ignore the growing ache inside and from his rapidly hardening cock. It could have been five minutes or maybe fifteen before his resolve broke, and he moved, rocking back on Eddie's cock with a soft whimper.

"Behave," Eddie told him sharply, and Steve was startled when he received a slap to the ass. "I'm almost done."

Steve wanted to be good, but it was so hard with Eddie inside him, his piercings pressing right against his prostate. He could probably get off if he could just get friction on his cock, but as soon as he moved his hips, he got another slap, so he stopped.

The longer he held still, the fuzzier things became, and the world narrowed down to Eddie and the feel of his chest rising and falling with each breath, the quiet scribbling of his pen, and the hand running absently over Steve's stinging skin. Closing his eyes, it was easier to ignore his arousal and focus on Eddie, inside him, around him, holding him. He would be good for Eddie.

"How you holding up, Princess?" Eddie asked after an age, voice soft and syrupy in Steve's head.

It took him a moment to register the words and even longer to respond. "'M good, Kas."

"Okay. Almost done. Think you can hang on?"

"Yeah." Steve smiled when Eddie kissed his cheek. "I'm good."

"You're perfect."

Steve's chest glowed with the praise, and he relaxed further into Eddie's hold. He was shaken awake what felt like hours later and leaned back to frown at Eddie in confusion.

"Hi," Eddie said, looking particularly smug. "You fell asleep."

"So?" When Eddie looked down pointedly, Steve remembered what they were doing and felt his cheeks burn. "Oh."

"Don't be embarrassed. It's fucking hot." Eddie captured his lips in a searing kiss, chasing away the lingering doubts in Steve's mind.

Hips moving without thought, Steve gasped into Eddie's mouth, his subsided arousal surging back and demanding to be acknowledged. Steve's cock was achingly hard and leaking, had been for some time looking at the mess between them. "Wanna cum," he panted, trying his best to ride Eddie despite the awkward positioning on the chair. All he managed to do was inch them away from the table with a protesting squeak.

"Come on. Bed." Eddie slapped Steve's ass, looking at him with an expectant smile, but Steve only tightened his arms around his neck. "This isn't a complaint - because your body is fucking perfect - but I can't carry you to bed. You're gonna have to get off me if you wanna get fucked properly."

Reluctantly, Steve did as he was told and got up on wobbly legs to make the short trip to the bed, falling on it gratefully. His ass was in the air, and he moaned softly when Eddie rubbed his reddened skin soothingly, pushing back inside him with the shock of cold lube. He was already so close, and it was almost a shame when he came after a few thrusts if it weren't such an intense orgasm that left him trembling. Eddie fucked him through it, forcing punched-out sounds from Steve with each thrust.

"You sound so fucked out. It's incredible," Eddie panted, threading a hand in Steve's hair to pull his head back, and he was louder without the pillow to muffle the noise. "Gotta be quiet, or we'll have to stop."

Steve tried, biting his bottom lip so hard it bled. Eddie leaned down to lick it from his chin, and his body seized with a groan, pressed against Steve as he came inside him. When he let go of Steve's hair, he fell forward into the pillows again, still shaking.

"Fuck," Eddie sighed, sitting back.

Steve rolled over to see him run a hand through his hair. All he could register was that Eddie looked quite pretty with his flushed and sweaty skin. He held up his arms, coaxing Eddie down into them. "Love you," Steve murmured into his hair, holding on tight.

"I love you too, Steve." Eddie kissed one of the bruises on his chest and tilted his head to smile at him. "So much."

Steve wanted to cry. He blinked furiously, staring at the ceiling, still feeling a little floaty. He wasn't in the right mindset for love confessions. Or maybe he was, and that was the problem. Whatever the case, Steve started to cry, and he laughed when Eddie sat up abruptly with a worried expression.

It eased, and Eddie wiped his cheeks gently. "Oh, sweetheart, you're really feeling it, huh?"

"Y-yeah."

"Come here."

Eddie got him sitting up and wiped his face clean with the discarded wet wipes, blood and tears removed with such gentleness that Steve couldn't help crying harder. He was definitely sure snot was added to the mix now, even if Eddie said nothing. Fuck, he needed to get himself under control. Easier said than done, though, and it only subsided when the hiccups started, making them both laugh.

They leaned towards each other, noses bumping as fingers laced together. Steve never wanted to leave this moment.

"Better?" Eddie asked softly after a few minutes without hiccups, and Steve nodded."Good because I'm hungry."

"I'm sticky," Steve yawned. "Make your own dinner."

"Rude."

"I'll make dinner if you change the bedsheets and tell me you love me again."

Eddie's expression softened, and he tilted his head so their lips could meet. "I love you."

"Good enough." Steve pushed away and got to his feet to stretch. When he looked back at Eddie, he couldn't help grinning at the indignation on his face. "I love you too."

"I liked you better when you were crying."

"If you wash my back, I might start again."

Eddie scrambled to follow him.

Despite dry eyes during their shower, Steve felt he had been forgiven since Eddie wouldn't stop kissing him. His whole body felt alive with the touches. Even after he dried off and changed, the warmth of Eddie's lips lingered.

He paused by the desk as he dried his hair, looking down at the page Eddie had left open. It was a song, and it seemed almost complete. Steve read through it curiously, smiling by the time he finished. What he'd said to Eddie was true. He could feel Eddie's pain from their first two albums, but this one? He only got the sense of light, of happiness. Sure, the lyrics were still about hellfire and slaying demons or whatever, but the words flowed differently. The ending wasn't so depressing, and the song's hero got to rescue his girl. That might be a first for Eddie, he thought.

"Anyone ever tell you it's rude to snoop?"

Steve turned quickly to find Eddie leaning against the door, towel wrapped around his waist and hair still dripping. He smiled so Steve knew he wasn't in trouble and walked over to kiss him. "It's good."

"Just good?"

"Lyrical history." Steve kissed his forehead. "Amazing brain."

"Well, it had some help." Eddie bumped his head against Steve's lips again. "Little bit of dopamine goes a long way, so thank you."

If all he had to do were sit on Eddie's dick to make him write, the album would be done in no time. This thought must have shown on his face because Eddie smirked, grabbing Steve's chin to give his head a little shake. Steve could only grin back guiltily.

"Two orgasms, and you're already wanting more?"

"What can I say? I'm insatiable." Steve stole another kiss, groping Eddie's chest. "But I hear footsteps, so maybe later."

Sure enough, the door banged open seconds after they separated, and Charlie stood in the doorway, sleep-rumpled but smiling. "I'm ready to make dinner!"