"Come on Eddie! We're gonna be late!" Steve yelled from the front door to the bedroom. Eddie mumbled something under his breath and threw on his vest over the black jacket. He shuffled around in his jacket pocket for the keys he left in there and gripped the spare key to Steve car, sprinting out the door and heading toward Steve.

Steve was at the door in a sassy pose, beckoning Eddie to hurry up. Eddie huffed at him and opened the door, pushing Steve out and following him. He closed the door behind him and ran to the drivers side door and jumped in. Steve scoffed and angrily got into the other seat. "I was supposed to drive." He grumbled, refusing to look at Eddie. Eddie jangled the keys in his hand and shoved them into the ignition. "Too bad, you have an attitude and I don't trust you not to ram us into a tree if it gets too bad." Steve exhaled and leaned up against the window, rolling his eyes. Eddie put in a cassette and began backing out of the driveway.

The radio poured out the sound of metal, a Metallica album the Eddie always listened to. Song after song played throughout the 30 minute trip. "I can barely understand what they're saying, change the music." Steve was a little out of his mood, or at least enough to talk, so Eddie was able to play around. He gasped and turned to Steve, pointing to the radio and retaliating, "this is real music, Steve! How could you." Steve hid a smile and punched Eddie's side and told him to change the music. Eddie pulled the tape out of the player and shuffled in the center console for another tape and found one he was looking for. He shoved it into the player and waited. It started playing and Steve shot up at the sound. "Oh my god!" He wiggled in his chair and shook Eddie with his hands, asking him why he decided to play it.

Eddie chuckled, "I don't know, I just haven't heard it before. It's yours, just wanted to know what it sounded like." Eddie knew it was his favorite album, he just wouldn't tell him.

"Its called 'Falco III'! It just came out! The first song is my favorite Eddie!" Eddie smiled at him. Returning his gaze to the road and listening to the music. He loved learning other peoples music taste, and how happy they get when they're listening to it. He loved music, he loved to see Steve happy, he loved Steve. The three together made him happy, and a little turned on. But he ignored that, he wanted Steve to be happy and not horny as long as possible.

Eddie snapped out of his thoughts by a tap on the shoulder. He looked over to see Steve belting the words, or the ones he could say at least, giggling replacing the words he didn't know. "If you can't understand my music, I definitely can't understand this." Eddie screamed over the now turned way up music. Steve laughed through his words and slapped his hands on his knees. The end of the song came around, repeating the word that Eddie couldn't understand over and over. Steve was screaming by now, his fists were clenched and his eyes were closed. Eddie was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel smiling happily through the window in front of him. Steve placed his hand on Eddie's thigh squeezing to high heavens, causing Eddie to yelp and immediately send one hand to grab a hold to Steve's. Steve chuckled at him and reached to turn the music down, though he kept his hand on Eddie's thigh. Eddie blushed and cleared his throat, trying his best to focus on the road.

The song ended and the next one played, a song Steve didn't much care for. So he started to focus on the things around him. The now empty road in front of him, the bright blue sky with scattered clouds, tree after tree that passed by, his hand that was ever so slightly touching Eddie's hard on.... What? Steve was touching what? He redirected his gaze down to Eddie's waist, his eyes widened at the sight and he quickly looked back out the window. He took peek after peek to make sure he was seeing things right. But he kept his hand on Eddie's leg. Unknowingly rubbing it after a few minutes. He closed his eyes, entering a state of mind where nothing around him existed. Just him and Eddie. In bed. Making out. Doing the most horrendous things to each other. Sticking body parts into other body parts like they were meant to. . Eddie whispered in his dream. STEVE. Some words were more real than others, the way Eddie called out to him. The way Eddie gripped his hand, begging for more. Steve. He said again, causing Steve to jump a little, and his eyes to shoot open.

"Steve." Eddie said, gripping Steve's hand, trying to pull his hand off of his thigh. Steve shot out from his thoughts, pulling away his hand and taking a short breath he forgot to take earlier. He breathed his sorries and looked around. They were at the venue Eddie and his band mates were supposed to play at. He sighed at the sight and jumped out of the car, stretching slightly and closing the car door. Eddie followed after him, closing the door with a snarky remark, "Eager are we?" Steve scoffed at him and headed to the front door to the building. Eddie gripped his shoulder and it flowed down to his hand, he dragged him to the back of the building, "We take the back door." Steve nodded and Eddie pointed at the door with his head. Steve listened, opening the door and bowing at Eddie for him to walk in. Eddie huffed and took a step in side, followed by Steve, striding into the building with confidence.

They were greeted by the rest of the band mates who waved and continued to set up equipment on the stage. Steve's eyes darted around the back of the building, absolutely astonished by the size of the establishment. To think this was just the back of it. He couldn't even imagine what the rest of it looked like. He sat there, mind boggled by it, still looking around, until he was dragged onto the stage by a large hand which was unmistakably Eddie's. His eyes fell on the small group of people in the audience. He waved nervously and just kinda sat there. Eddie set up the mic in front of him and the guitar stand to the side of him. He watched, trying not to focus on the people watching him. He wondered why the hell he was up there in the first place. Eddie walked up to the mic speaking to the crowd like it was second nature. "Alright guys, glad your here, the, like, 30 of you." Steve's breath hitched at the number, was there really that many people? "My boyfriend, Stevie boy, will be helping us play tonight." Eddie reached over and ruffled Steve's hair. Steve gasped at the sudden touch. He had gotten so focused Eddie's voice that he wasn't paying attention to the real Eddie. Eddie continued his speech and Steve thought more, thought about Eddie in bed and here, why was he here?

The band was finally set up and they were all ready, all except Eddie. Eddie was still fiddling with the guitar. Steve shuffled his feet in a pattern he didn't even know. Eddie suddenly appeared behind him, shoving the guitar over Steve, and placing it in front of him, pulling the strap back over both of them. The strap pulled them together snug. "Just follow my lead sweetheart." Eddie whispered in his ear. The crowd erupted with woo's as they saw this. Eddie grabbed Steve's hands, guiding them onto the string of the guitar. He pinched together two of Steve's fingers and strummed them against the string. Steve's breath was heavy, Eddie was breathing on his neck, and he could feel something on his ass. He knew what it was. But he tried not focus on it. He prayed not to focus on it.

The drummer crashed his stick together counting from 3. He got to one and suddenly, Eddie was guiding his fingers all over the guitar, the guitarist behind them was singing something, but Steve wasn't paying attention. He was to entirely focused on his now raging boner. Eddie was tapping his foot, causing his whole body to shake, causing his boner to rub against Steve. Steve shuttered at the feeling of the guitar brushing and pushing against his boner. His hands were weak. They fell to his sides, he was sweaty and needy, he wanted to sit down and get fucked relentlessly, not struggle to play the guitar.

Eddie continued playing and spoke hoarsely into Steve's ear, "losing focus are we?" Steve whined in response trying not to moan into the microphone. The mic picked it up a little and the crowd burst with cheers. Why are they excited? Does the band do this regularly? Does Eddie do this regularly? His mind raced for a second, but his train of thought was quickly lost. "Eddiee..." Steve whispered out, that being picked up by the mic too. The crowd somehow got louder, screaming their cheers and woo's once more. Steve gripped Eddie's waist from behind, clinging to the cloth on Eddie's body, pulling him impossibly closer. He needed Eddie in him. Now.

Steve had melted into Eddie whimpering and whining all over the place, the crowd seemed to love this. He wasn't focused on exactly why they loved this, he just wanted to fuck Eddie right there. Jesus he would pay millions to rip off their clothes right then and there, if he had it. But for now he'd have to sit and suffer.

He spewed out one last lustful moan and Eddie strummed one last note. The drums and guitars faded out but Steve was still trapped in his thoughts. Eddie quickly tore the guitar from around them, twirling around Steve and standing in front of him. He kissed Steve, a small peck, but Steve quickly pushed into it, trying to deepen it. Eddie pulled away and praised him for his performance, "You did great Stevie. I loved that part where you practically yelled my name Steve." Steve grumbled a bit, still with his eyes closed, he leaned back onto Eddie's chest and wrapped his arms around Eddies waist. He could hear now, now that Eddie wasn't practically fucking him on stage. He heard the crowd conversing and shuffling out of the building. He gave one last huff and spoke finally, "Fuck me when we get home?" He silently begged through the question. Eddie laughed a little, pulling Steve into a hug, giving him a hard passionate kiss. "Of course Stevie boy."

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