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Billy had started his site with solo stuff. Jerking off and fingering himself while occasionally degrading the camera. He’d just set it up, working his own angles by moving around. Other times he’d hold the camera for more personality, like it was a personal video call or the viewer’s POV. After he started making some money he decided to hire a cameraman, Jonathan Byers, to get up close and add variety as the requests for longer scenes and more action arose. He found he really enjoyed cutting the footage together and even started asking Jonathan for certain angles. 

When his insatiable audience started begging to watch him fuck, however, he started calling up his exes. A few of his past boyfriends had taken him up on a dynamite roll in the hay for pay but except for Heather, none of his ex girlfriends had been interested. She was still one of his closest friends and was always down for a good time. But then his viewers wanted to watch him getting fucked and sucked so he’d called up some other exes and so far the only one who had agreed was his ex boyfriend, Steve Harrington. Some people might even say he was the one that got away. They hadn’t dated in years but they still hooked up every now and again. And while most of the animosity had died out from their breakup fallout, what was left made for terrific sex, especially when things got a little rough or demeaning. This dynamic worked well for them and hopefully would work even better on camera.

Since it was his first time with Steve, on camera obviously, of course his usual camera guy, Jonathan, had called late last night saying he was so sorry but he couldn't make it. Billy really didn’t want to go back to single angle shots that he had to adjust himself. Even though it didn’t really take him out of a scene anymore, he knew it would throw Steve off his A game if he had to keep stopping and starting to adjust the camera. 

“Who even is this guy?” Steve asks irritatedly, attempting to mask his true nervousness.

Jonathan had suggested a last minute replacement. And while the guy had never filmed before, he was apparently some artsy type doing plenty of his own shit around town and more importantly Jonathan said the guy was ‘up for anything.’ Billy trusted Jonathan and with his self imposed looming deadline, he hoped this guy lived up to the hype. “Can’t remember his name but Jon said his handle is HellfireFreak.” 

Steve scoffs sarcastically, “Well that’s promising. Does this guy even know what he’s doing? How do we know it’s safe?” 

“Jon said he’s good people. Plus he already set the camera settings. Whoever the guy  is, he’s just gotta turn it on, hit record, and hold it steady while he moves around catching all the action. So unless he’s a complete fucking idiot it’s gonna be fine.”

“He’s late,” Steve grumbles.

“Pipe down pretty boy. It’s been 5 min.” As if Steve’s complaining summoned it there’s a rap at the door; shave and a haircut, two bits. “Speak of the devil.” Billy answers the door. On the stairs is a good looking guy about their age and likely the same height with dark curly hair and even darker eyes. He’s wearing tight shredded black jeans and a leather jacket. He’s hot in a grungy fuck-you-in-an-alley sort of way. Even if he sucks as a cameraman Billy wants to have him or be had by him some other time, on or off camera, he’s not picky. “HellfireFreak?” Billy asks.

“In the flesh handsome.” Billy rolls his eyes but secretly enjoys the compliment. “But Byers didn’t tell me any names for you two lovely boys. So I’m guessing…” He eyes up Billy in his beater and denim cutoffs. “CamaroBoyToy69?” he teases.

Chuckling, “Saw the car out front, huh?” 

He nods. “She’s a real beaut.” Turning to Steve, who has appeared behind him in his tight white tee and jeans. The new guy looks him up and down with a quirked brow. “Aaaaand, I’m gonna guess you must be BossESteelBaby?” he quips.

Billy doubles over cackling. Steve flushes bright red and shoves him which just makes Billy laugh harder. HellfireFreak smiles, clearly enjoying their antics. Finally calming down Billy says, “I’m Billy on and off camera and this is Steve, he- he,” trying to quell another laughing fit, wheezing slightly as he continues, “He’s gonna go by Bruce on camera.” 

Their substitute cameraman pulls a frizzy curl over his mouth, speaking behind his hair to hide his wide grin, “Oh my god.”

“Yea yea, yuck it up you two. So I like Springsteen, fucking sue me!” With his hands on his hips like an overworked mother of six, “So who are you really anyway?”

The guy smiles rakishly. “Edward Munson but my friends call me Eddie and my lovers call me whatever they damn well please.” He winks and Steve snorts, but Billy clocks his ex’s further reddening cheeks, apparently flustered by this stranger as well.

Piping in again Billy says, “So Jon tells us you’re new to this.” 

“Yep! You’re popping my cherry,” he teases. “But I bartend at a sex club, often partaking on my nights off. So I’m no stranger to watching and I’m definitely down to clown and fuck around. ” He rocks on his heels. “So what’s the scene?”

“We’re shooting a ‘straight’ scene. I walk in on him about to jerk off and he’s the resident gay and I’m the ‘straight guy.’ Then some kissing, maybe a little more groping over the jeans, some hand and mouth stuff, ‘unprepped’ anal, and a couple of cumshots. Pretty standard stuff.”

“Nothing wrong with the classics,” Eddie comments.

“Might improv with some demeaning dialogue. We’ll feel it out. Hoping to cut together a few videos out of what we shoot today.” 

Eddie nods. “Sounds hot. And what am angling for, you know visually? Dicks obviously, but are we doing faces? Any bad angles, not that either of you have any?” His ramble ending in a cheesy flirtation that somehow works for him.

“Just my face, not Steve’s but anything else is good, yea?” He turns to Steve who nods in agreement. “His mouth is good though, you can shoot that.” Eddie can’t argue with that either. “But if you do get his face, I’ll just zoom in during editing to crop it out, so don’t stress about it too much. Just get hot shots.” 

“Well I’m honored you trust me with the whole show.” He winks at Steve again, Billy bristles. “But I’ll be on my best behavior, scouts honor.” He salutes.

Steve scoffs in surprise. “You were a scout?” 

“The first guy I fucked was an Eagle Scout when he was in high school. And I think giving and taking the three fingered scout salute up the ass should make me an honorary member.”

Even Steve laughs at that, his nervousness ceasing a bit. Billy holds out the camera to Eddie. “Alright well I’ll let you get used to the camera.”

He practices turning it on and off. “You got like a wrist strap for this?” Eddie asks.

“What? Fucking why?”

“What if I drop it?” He asks with wide eyed panic.

“I’ll kick your ass,” Billy deadpans.

Steve knows he’s not kidding and evidently Eddie does too because he laughs nervously, gripping the camera in a firmer grip. “Roger Roger, will not drop this.” 

“Good talk. Come on Harrington we gotta fluff ourselves a bit. Can’t go in soft like you’re getting a handy behind the bleachers.” There’s clearly a story there Eddie is dying to ask about.

Trying to diffuse the tension Eddie, still holding the camera in one hand, flirts, with jazz hands. “Let me know if you boys need a hand or two.” Despite the flush on his cheeks Billy glares. Switching to a genuine tone Eddie continues, “But seriously I’m psyched to help out. I do a lot of random creative shit and like I said I bartend at this sex club downtown, Sleekeasy—”

“Sleekeasy’s a sex club?”

“If you know how to get to the other side.” He waggles his eyebrows with spirit fingers. “Anyway I’m cool as a cucumber even if I’m hotter than an oven, know what I’m saying?” Billy looks impatient. “Anywhoo obviously porn is awesome so I am extra jazzed to be here. So yea joking aside, you let me know how I can assist in any way, sexy or not, and I’m all over it.”  

Replying coolly, Billy snarks, “That’s what I’m paying you for.” With that he heads to his room to further prep himself. 

Steve shuffles over to Eddie. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s got an image, I get it.” 

Steve nods. “So I know the other camera guy from school and he’s straight and according to Billy he mostly just got in and got it done, which is great obviously, but uh I’m new to all this, on camera I mean, I’m not, like I fuck, all the time, guys, girls, whatever,” Steve stammers. 

Eddie hides behind another frizzy curl, enchanted. He interrupts Steve’s ramble, “Oh I bet you do.” 

Steve runs a nervous hand through his hair, “Sorry, fuck. What I’m trying to say is, I’ve never been filmed before and since you’re actually gay or bi or whatever, and you’re used to watching at work and stuff, feel free to like suggest things, I guess. I mean if Billy’s cool with it obviously, you do not want to piss him off.”

“Yea I got that sweetheart,” Eddie chuckles. “If big bad Billy is game I’d happily tell you what to do.” Steve eyes widen in surprise, only just now realizing what he had accidentally asked this unknown and frankly beautiful man to do for him and fuck does he really like the sound of that. 

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Billy pretends to argue with Steve about Eddie giving input during filming, he’s got a reputation to uphold after all. But the idea of this hot stranger telling Steve how to fuck him is more than a little appetizing. He’s plumping up just thinking about it. 

Back in the living room Steve is on the couch, tenting in his Levi’s as they had planned. And Eddie, well Eddie has taken off his boots and chains so he can walk silently around the room and climb all over the couch to get any angle he wants. He’s also stripped off his leather jacket. In his cropped sleeveless Dio shirt, his lightly muscled arms littered with tattoos are on full display with a tantalizing strip of stomach.

“So Stevie here was telling me you’re cool with me making a few suggestions?” 

Billy tries not to sound too eager, “Yea whatever dude.” Judging by the dark glint in Eddie’s eye, he is unsuccessful.

“You want me to call a hold?” 

“Nah you can just keep rolling and I can edit you out.” Or if it’s any good, leave it in or jack off to it later. “Don’t be afraid to move around, change it up, and really lean in to get good stuff.” 

Camera in hand he shoots off a single finger gun and winks. “You ready Springsteve?” Steve looks like a deer caught in the headlights. A very cute moose, make all the boy moose go WHAAA. But he nods sheepishly anyway and Eddie lines up his first shot framing Steve from his plush lips down to his knees, spread invitingly wide. Throwing Steve a thumbs up Eddie presses record, the red light turns on and he calls, “Action!” 

Flexing his fingers over his thighs Steve shifts on the couch, quietly groaning as he cups the tent in his jeans, rocking his hips under his palm. Eddie’s eyes flash up to his, only to find Steve’s eyes already on him. ‘Take it out,’ Eddie mouths. He shifts in closer to catch him undoing his zipper, gasping softly to himself as Steve strokes himself to full hardness.

Billy palms himself through his cutoffs before striding into the frame. He stands between Steve’s, well Bruce’s knees. “Had to resort to touching yourself right here in the living room like a little pervert?” Billy taunts.

“Doesn’t seem like you mind,” Steve huffs out. 

“Couldn’t find a girl to get your dick wet for you?” he teases meanly.

“I didn’t want one,” he pants, pumping himself harder. “I’d prefer a guy. You offering?”

Billy steps closer but jeers back, “I’m not a fag like you Bruce.” 

Eddie gets off the couch to focus on Billy and regretfully keep Steve’s face out of the shot. Steve pants, yanking Billy down onto the couch beside him, gripping the meat of one of Billy’s exposed thighs with his free hand, continuing to work himself beautifully. Shifting further into Billy’s space to breathe directly into his ear, “Could have fooled me, look at you, even harder than I am,” he teases just a little meanly. And he’s not wrong, watching Steve always used to get Billy going. “Just from watching me?” Steve sneers. And the anticipation of whatever Eddie will say. He continues mean and breathy, “I know you want to. This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you looking, caught you watching .” 

Billy whimpers, “I’m not- I wasn’t...” 

“Oh but judging by this you are.” Steve looks down at Billy’s hard on which only makes him whine louder.

Eddie interjects, “The lovely viewers at home can’t see what those pretty eyes of yours are looking at. Touch him.”

Steve’s eyes fly to Eddie, who’s kneeling below him on the floor now, poised to shoot the inevitable ‘job’ he’s about to get. Steve licks his lips before focusing back on Billy, mockingly, “Oh but judging by this you are.” Groping Billy over his jeans, he slides his fingers down teasing over his denim clad hole as well as his cock.

Eddie can’t help himself as he lets eyes wander from the camera screen, flitting between Steve’s exposed erection and Billy’s smaller, but no less enticing bulge. He licks his lips, eyes trained on Billy’s lustful expression, Steve must give great ‘palm,’ assuming that blissed out face isn't just for the camera. Eddie addresses Steve without letting his eyes drift from Billy, “Bruce, why don’t you ask him to do something about it.” Even though Billy doesn’t look at him, he reacts to his words, arching his back.

“Come here and do something about it then,” Steve repeats. Billy keens and bucks up into Steve’s hand despite his repeated shuddery protests to Bruce that he’s straight as an arrow. Challengingly Steve says, “Prove it.”

For someone who was so nervous a half hour ago, Steve is really finding his groove. Eddie is more than a little impressed. He can see a very small wet spot forming against the light wash fabric of Billy’s cutoffs and he films it eagerly, valiantly fighting off his own wood.

“What? How?” Billy whines. 

Huskier than he means it to be Eddie says, “If you’re straight you can suck his cock without whimpering and whining, it won’t mean a thing.” Billy keens. 

Eddie leans in to catch his cock bobbing against his stomach. Steve strips off his shirt, beautifully hairy chest heaving. It’s such a delightful contrast to Billy’s smooth sleek pecs peeking out of his tank. “On your knees,” Steve softly commands.

“Take your shirt off so Bruce has something nice to look at,” Eddie teases with a feral smile. Billy looks directly at Eddie through long lashes, eyes half shut with lust and pupils dilated. 

Straddling the back of the couch now, just to Steve’s left, Eddie tilts the camera up, perfectly framing Billy pulling his tight little tank top over his head. He must have applied baby oil before they started because his smooth muscled physique glistens in the sunlight streaming in the windows. Eddie follows Billy’s descent to his knees with the camera, his own lips turned up in delight.

Kneeling tucked between Steve’s thighs Billy can’t remember any of the quippy banter he’d planned to say. Buzzing with anticipation at having both of the other men’s dark eyes on him, Steve’s heavy lust filled gaze and Eddie’s confident appraisal. 

Billy’s lips are red and shiny as he greedily licks over the shaft. Steve twitches and moans under his touch. A thin sheen of sweat covers his torso, shining like dew drops in his chest hair. Eddie wants to lick him clean, subconsciously licking his own lips at the very thought of his flavor.

As expected Billy can’t keep quiet as he takes Steve’s cock in his mouth, mewling around the girth. Wishing he could catch Steve’s debauched face on camera while Billy sucks him, he settles for watching him instead. The long line of his biteable throat is exposed as he thrashes his head around, very affected by Billy’s sinful mouth. He slurps and sucks down to the root, bobbing needily. Steve clenches his eyes shut, long lashes fanning out, and full lips open, gasping heavily.

“So fucking good,” Steve whispers, groaning around the onslaught of sensations as Billy starts massaging his thighs too.

Leading them back into the planned scene, Eddie interrupts again speaking to Steve, “Taking you so well. No way a mouth like that hasn’t been fucked before.” Billy and Steve both keen at his words. Appreciatively watching Billy work, Eddie commands, “Take him by the hair big boy.” Threading fingers into Billy’s permed curls, Steve looks back to Eddie seeking his approval. “Good boy,” he whispers. Looking up from his task through his lashes Billy observes their exchange, positively throbbing in his shorts as he fucks his own face on Steve’s dick to spur him into using him. Tearing his eyes away from Eddie, he strokes a thumb along Billy’s jaw before leading him by the hair up and down along his cock. Continuing to move about the space Eddie captures the lurid scene from every possible angle. 

“Fuck…I’m close,” Steve groans. “Like I’m actually really close. Fuck hold on.” Eddie pauses the recording. Steve pushes Billy off him, puffing out ragged breaths. 

Pouting with cock swollen lips, clearly annoyed they’re stopping Billy complains, “Dude, don't be a pussy.” 

“‘Dude,’ don’t be an asshole! We still got a lot left and you ran out of fucking Viagra.”

Eddie, a little exasperated, “Change it up. Give Billy Boy a handjob or something, must be dripping like a leaky faucet after that display.” Billy’s already flushed skin darkens to a deeper red. “Whenever y’all are ready.”

He gets a nod and starts recording again, filming from the lips down. With Billy standing, they can all see that there is indeed a delectable and very noticeable wet spot. “Dripping like a leaky faucet for me,” Steve teases. A frisson of lust shoots through Eddie at Steve parroting his words, as he frees Billy’s aching dick from his shorts. Taking Billy in hand, Steve moans hotly in his ear. Billy trembles as Steve works him in his tight fist. 

Directed at Steve again Eddie speaks, “He’s so wet, you don't even need lube.” He shifts for a new angle that includes Billy’s heavy lidded stare. Impossibly long, dark lashes fluttering as he further loses himself to Steve’s touch. Trembling and whimpering softly, Billy’s a vision.  

Billy tries for snark but it comes out far too breathy, “This doesn’t prove anything.” But he’s bucking in Steve’s grip for more friction, clenching his fists at his sides to keep from touching.

“He’s barely touched you. You got this hard and this wet just from sucking his big dick like the good little queer you are,” Eddie gruffly utters. Billy shudders against Steve who whines in turn. Eddie’s not sure if it’s in response to each other or his commentary.

Billy whines low, “Oh fuck I’m close, I’m so fucking, so close, I’m—”

Steve interjects, “Should we—”

“Please —” Billy whines, he’s clearly not asking him to stop, he’s begging Steve to continue.

“But the scene…” 

“He’s got another one in him. Don’tcha baby?” Eddie didn’t mean for the nickname to slip out but Billy clearly loves it.

Shuddering Billy nods, biting his lip. “Yes! Please.” Steve grips him tighter, twisting his wrist expertly. Bucking against him he claws at Steve’s biceps, finally touching him. “Uhhh uh please please I’m so close,” Billy gasps out, quivering in Steve’s grasp, so close to cumming.

Kneeling down to capture Billy’s climax Eddie catches his eye, his voice low and condescending, “So needy.” Turning to lock eyes with Steve, “Make him cum for us.” 

Steve whimpers something unintelligible that might have been Eddie’s name. He leans in to nip at Billy’s neck, quickening his pace. After several furious strokes Billy’s cumming with a sharp cry, painting both their stomachs. 

Dropping his head to Steve’s shoulder Billy releases several shuddery breaths. “Fuck dude. I hope that looked as good as it felt.” 

Shaking the camera, “Wanna watch the instant replay?”

Straightening up Billy takes a small step back from Steve. He’s totally at ease standing naked even with his softening cock, used to Jonathan running things by him like this. Steve however, now that the scene is over, well now that the scene is paused, is acutely aware of Eddie’s intoxicating presence and that he’s still very hard. Eddie turns, standing between them so they can look over his shoulders at the small screen. His clothes smell like weed and his hair, which looks incredibly soft, smells faintly of coconut. 

Eddie fast forwards to the end. The low angle had captured their mouths at the top of the shot all the way down to their thighs, Billy’s totally bare while Steve’s still in his jeans. With this angle Billy was more visible in the frame. He is a sight worthy of Eros: abs and chest glistening, open mouthed and keening, cock purpled with want in Steve’s fist. And what Eddie captured of Steve is also intriguing; muscled forearm and fingers flexing beautifully, plush pink lips and teeth on his neck, and weeping dick standing at attention poking out of his fly. Billy’s climax spurts across them both, dripping over Steve’s fist.

Eddie whistles. “I’m not complaining.” 

“Wow,” Steve whispers, full of wonder, “I was worried it wouldn’t- because it’s- That I- I didn’t think it would be so-”

“Hot?” Eddie asks.

“No, I mean I guess yea, self consciously. But no, I didn't realize it would look so good, like the angles and stuff. It looks really good Eddie.”

Pulling a curl over his mouth again he smiles shyly, “Thanks Stevie.” 

“Yea, yup it’s good,” Billy mutters, trying to brush it off even though he agrees that it looks real good, cinematic even. 

Setting down the camera, Eddie beams. “Can I get you Hard On boys anything? Towels? Water? More baby oil?” 

Steve chuckles freely at Billy’s expense. Billy merely rolls his eyes, curtly replying, “Just the first two.” 

With mock innocence, Eddie placatingly throws up his hands before leaving to attend to their needs. After downing one himself he returns with two glasses of water and some warm, wet towels. “Need a hand?” he teases. Billy snatches a towel from him while Steve shakes his head, pulling his eyes away from Eddie’s mocking mouth as he takes his own.

Steve can’t quite tell if Billy is as flustered by their cameraman as he is or if he’s just being pissy because he can tell how flustered Steve is by their cameraman. He assumes it's likely a combination of both. Billy’s always been possessive and while it’s hot in the bedroom, it’s one of the main reasons they broke up. 

All of Eddie’s teasing and flirting, Steve supposes, can be brushed off as coworker banter in this business. But he’s not sure how Eddie can keep saying all these filthy things while filming and watching and not be even a little affected. He runs a hand over his face. And I said his name. But so far Eddie’s been oddly professional, unaffected and unattached, as far as Steve can tell. 

“Don’t go getting soft on me Harrington, keep it fluffed,” Billy jeers.

“Fuck you,” Steve snaps.

“Patience princess,” Billy sneers, unceremoniously palming himself from the other corner of the sectional. 

Ears going pink with the nickname, Steve takes the glass from Eddie. Grateful for it as he chugs the cool water, totally unaware of Eddie hungrily watching his Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp. 

Sitting down next to Steve, Eddie leans in and whispers, “Touch yourself a little bit.” Steve shivers. “Not too hard, just loosely.” He does as Eddie suggests, gripping himself in a light fist. Syrupy smooth, Eddie continues, “Slower…” Breathing hard, Steve does as he’s told. “You just wanna edge yourself a little bit.” He shudders as he fills out more. “There you go,” Eddie coos, it rumbles deep in his chest.

Billy observes this with a stirring possessiveness and jealousy, unsure of which dark haired man each feeling is directed at. He wants both of them all to himself yet he can’t look away from the infectious energy they have with each other. He angrily gropes himself, occasionally toying with the plug he put in this morning to prepare. He’s not quite ready to get hard again but it’s a valiant effort. 

Aside from the horny color commentary, Eddie hasn’t really been that different from Jonathan. He was efficient and quiet, when he wanted to be anyway, and even when he was being a distraction, somehow it didn’t disrupt his flow with Steve. It was impressive. He eyes them, willing either of them look his way. Steve’s fully hard again and to his surprise it seems Eddie is too. When did that happen? And judging by the very promising bulge he’s sporting in his painted on pants, he might be bigger than Steve. That thought is enough to do it for him and he’s fully aroused once more.

Slapping his thighs Billy stands and speaks,  “Alright, let’s not just sit here with our dicks in hands, let’s—” 

“Sit here with a dick up your ass?” Steve deadpans. Eddie giggles behind his hair.

“Yes actually,” Billy snaps.  

Eddie retrieves the camera, adjusting himself. “So how do you want us?” Steve asks.

Billy fumes, jealously flaring, “He’s not the fucking director!” 

Simultaneously Eddie flirts, looking through his lashes, “Anyway I can.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh you meant the scene?” Billy scowls even as he blushes. “Doggy’s always good.” Billy nods approvingly. “But the Bodyguard is my favorite.” 

Bashfully running his fingers through his hair Steve asks, “I don’t know any of the names but I’m sure I’ve done it.” 

Billy snorts. Oh we have, plenty of times.

“I’ll demonstrate.” Dark eyes glinting, Eddie flashes a devious smile. “Steve, you’ll be here.” He thrusts comically into an imaginary bottom, groaning in pleasure. Steve’s eyes flick down to his crotch. “And Billy, you’ll be here.” He steps forward arching his back, pressing his ass back onto an imaginary top’s shaft. He lets out little high pitched moans, running a hand through his hair and up over his chest while the other hand cups his crotch. 

Steve licks his lips. His voice rough when he stutters, “I didn’t know it was called that. I’ve been in both- I’ve done that.” 

“Me too,” Eddie winks. Steve flushes further. 

“I don’t do that!” Billy grouses. 

Before Steve can cut in with a cackle and a ‘Yes you fucking do,’ Eddie speaks again, hand still on his groin, “Oh you will with a big strong man fucking you.” 

“We’re the same size, dick!”

Tilting his head to the side, he smiles wide and feral with mischief in his eyes. “Oh Billy…” Eddie licks his lips, eyes downcast to Billy’s crotch before meeting his gaze again. “We all know that’s not true.” Billy’s slightly larger than average, but definitely smaller, dick twitches excitedly, leaking precum. Steve almost chokes on nothing. 

Eddie crouches on the ground and turns the camera back on. “I’m ready for you boys whenever you are.” The double entendre of Eddie’s sultry words and tone hangs thick in the air. Steve glances at Billy, who as it turns out, is just as flustered by all of this as he is. They give the nod that they’re ready. “Alright let’s Cock and Roll. Ac— wait,” he lowers the camera. “Take off your pants.” Steve’s eyes widen. “It’s an awkward action on camera and while clothed sex is hot as fuck, we wouldn’t want to deprive the world of what must be an impeccable ass.” Blushing, he strips, watching Eddie. His mouth goes dry, Steve’s thighs are muscular and he barely has tan lines. Like his face, he has single moles peppered all over his whole physique. Voice cracking, “Action.” 

Steve strokes himself with lube. “You want it. I know you do.”

“He’s so hard already,” Eddie mocks.

“You’re so hard already,” Steve repeats, nicer than Eddie, more reverent. “You want it so bad. And I want to give you what you need.” 

“Spin him around for the camera,” Eddie croons. Steve obeys and Billy allows himself to be manhandled against his chest. 

Rocking his ass back against Steve’s cock, he reaches up into his hair just like Eddie predicted. Billy can see Eddie smirking as he shifts into a kneeling position sitting on his heels. Leaning back with his knees spread, his stomach muscles are flexed, V muscles on display. Cum gutters. And the not so little problem in his pants is blindingly apparent as he points the lens up at Billy’s own. He grabs Steve by the hair twisting into him for a kiss. He keens into his mouth as Steve greedily devours him while making plenty of needy groans of his own.

Kissing has always really done it for Eddie. It’s simple, sweet sometimes and yet it can also be so filthy; the act of claiming each other, of sharing in each other. Their breath, their spit, their flavor . And this debauched sight is no different. Tongues fuck into each other’s mouths, their plush pink lips are shiny with shared saliva as they swallow every sound the other man makes. All the while grinding into one another. Steve leaking across Billy's backside and Billy’s dick slapping against his stomach, roughly sharing one of the dirtiest, most carnal kisses Eddie has ever seen. His breath stutters, accidentally shifting the camera up and briefly capturing all of Steve’s face in this intensely heated kiss in its entirety. Maybe they’ll let me keep it.  

Steve palms Billy’s firm pecs, his stomach flips and clenches with the pressure of his hands. He catches Eddie’s eye as Steve tweaks his nipples, the buds hardening under his fingers. Billy reaches down to jerk himself.

A little antagonistically, Eddie groans, “Not yet I think. What do you think?” Steve nods over Billy’s shoulder. Since the ‘straight boy’ scene had clearly been abandoned he adds, “He’s already open and ready for you like a good little whore.” Billy cries out, practically vibrating with need as he quivers in Steve’s grip. As if on cue when Eddie moves down in front of him, Billy’s neglected cock bobs between them.  

“You prepped for me sweetheart?” Steve coos, sultry and sweet into Billy’s ear. He shudders in response. Devotional yet confident, “Are you wet for me too?” Eddie bites his lip, almost hard enough to bleed, just to stop his own moan from escaping his lips, wanting Steve to ask him that some day.

“ Yes! ” Billy mewls, arching against him. 

Both men clock when Eddie presses the heel of his hand against his straining, yet so far completely untouched, cock. Watching Eddie, Steve sheaths himself inside of Billy. 

Eddie’s already risked a lot today and decides to go for broke, “How does his pussy feel?” Eddie catches Billy spurting precum and relishes in the needy whine Steve makes. “That good huh?” he practically growls.

Steve shudders, “So hot, so wet, so tight.” He grips his hip as he thrusts into him. Billy clenches around his cock and Steve’s hips stutter before slamming back in with fervor. Eddie climbs back onto the couch to shoot Steve’s perfect ass. It jiggles deliciously with every snap of his hips. He wants to bite it and eat it, spank it and fuck it.

“Tell me how his big cock feels.”

“ So full, ” Billy grits out in a harsh whisper. He flexes his fist to keep from touching himself, his other twisted back in Steve’s messy hair. 

“St-Bruce, baby, Billy’s far too quiet, find his eruption button. Make him scream for you.” Both of them cry out at Eddie’s words. Billy clutches the back of Steve’s neck meeting every piston of his hips. Slipping off the couch to film their profiles backlit by the dying afternoon sun, he goads Steve, “Come on, I know you know where it is. I wanna hear him sing!” 

Steve’s hand tightens on Billy’s hip. Hope it’s enough to bruise. Steve growls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in and nailing him right in the prostate. 

“Ah ah oh fuck, that’s it, ” Billy screams, “harder!”

Proving yet again he’s great at taking direction Steve rocks in and out of Billy, rutting, hard and fast, moaning all the while. Eddie wants to lick the precum steadily dripping from Billy’s bouncing cock. He catches Eddie wiping drool from his chin with his thumb.

When Billy’s knees start to buckle, Steve turns them toward the couch. Billy kneels and grips the back of the couch. Eddie sprawls backwards, his legs spread wide to catch the new angle as Steve bends his knees, continuing his onslaught on Billy’s ass. The core strength he must possess as he fucks into Billy apparent as the muscles in Steve’s thighs flex deliciously. The display has Eddie leaking in his jeans, very thankful they’re black, bucking up into nothing, careful not to jostle the camera.

The sounds of sex fill the room. The squelching of lube against slick skin and the suction of lips and the continuous squeaking of the couch springs. Billy’s muffled debaucherous high moans, Steve’s needy groans, and occasionally a sharp, heady breath from Eddie who is quite literally hard at work. 

“Fuck stop,” Billy whines. 

Steve stills. “Do you want me to stop? Or is this part of it? 

“Fuck no!” Steve resumes his punishing attention to his prostate. “Fuck, uhhhhh god, Steve , Fuck— Bruce . Wait, yes, fuck I need you to stop.” Steve immediately stops again. “You’re fresh meat and I need your money shot and I can’t have you blowing your load right after pulling out.” 

Steve makes a bitchy face but dutifully pulls out. They reposition themselves on the couch. Eddie looms over them. They’ve facing each other, with their legs bent like they’re about to start pitchforking, both leaning back. Chests and cocks on full display, propped up on their elbows laid out like the most sinful meal. If Eddie weren’t filming, were he an invited guest he’d take turns dining on each of them, licking and sucking them both to the brink of shivering ecstasy. 

“Finish each other off, together.” Steve shudders earnestly, reaching for Billy’s cock as Billy reaches for his. This isn’t what Eddie meant but it’s still so hot as they jack each other off, tangled in each other’s limbs. Billy even pulls Steve into another dirty kiss. He can tell they’re close as their movements get more erratic and their breathing more hurried. 

Finally his last shred of self control snaps and Eddie, annoyed and horny, growls, “Not quite.” Pressing it against his chest for stability, he holds the camera with his left hand, batting their hands away and taking hold of both of them with his right, rings glinting in the light between them. 

Two punched out moans grace his ears, loosening their hold on each other in their shock. Billy catches his eye first, falling back on his elbows, toned chest heaving, blue eyes nearly black with wanton desire. Steve’s hungry eyes find him, leaning back on one arm. Eddie’s fingers can’t meet around the girth of both of them. The weight is so pleasant in his grip, their hard lengths are velvety smooth and slick with lube as Eddie frots them in a firm grasp. Billy’s whining, Steve’s panting, and Eddie’s positively thriving .

The shock of the moment only briefly derails their imminent orgasms. Their breathing continues to hitch as the coils of pleasure tighten within both of them as Eddie brings them closer and closer to their rapture. 

“ Your rings, ” Billy whimpers as the metal bites just a little into the soft skin. 

“You like it to hurt don’t you?” He nods breathlessly. Gruff and deep, “Bet you’d let me bite it a little too huh?” 

He nods furiously, “Mmhm, I’m so close, fuck please, let me cum,” Billy begs, slurring slightly. 

“Let you?” Eddie chuckles darkly. “I didn’t know just how in charge I was. But what a gift.” He twists his wrist, pulsing his grip, making them both see stars. He turns to face a shuddering Steve, demanding in a low voice, “Help me big boy.” Their hands work in tandem, fingers intertwining. He turns back to Billy, leaning down with the camera to get his face in the frame too. His blonde curls fanning out on the couch and pupils blown with lust. “Be a good girl and spill for me, for us .”   

Billy arches off the couch, crying out as his second orgasm overtakes him. He spasms with  pleasure. His release coats Eddie’s fingers, dripping over his rings and adding to the slide on Steve’s painfully hard length. 

As if on cue once the camera shifts to frame him from lips to crotch, Steve whines low in his throat, “Eddie...” 

He’s not sure how he holds the camera steady after hearing his name in this moment with those nearly black eyes gazing up at him, lust drunk and sex addled. It’s a miracle he didn’t cream his jeans. Billy’s started to whimper with overstimulation but he hasn’t asked Eddie to stop and Eddie can tell how close Steve is. He decides to voice his earlier desire. “If I weren’t filming, nothing would stop me from getting my mouth on you.” 

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, brokenly gasping, “Fu-fuck, fuck Eddie.”

“On both of you.” 

Steve shatters apart in his grip as he finally cums, it arcs beautifully across his chest. They both feel Billy moaning softly, valiantly trying to get hard for a third time as the aftershocks ripple through Steve. 

When Steve starts twitching with overstimulation Eddie lets go of them and sets down the camera. Single-handedly Eddie passes each of them their waters and a towel. All the while lazily yet thoroughly licking his fingers clean, refusing to waste a drop, sucking each digit all the way down. Billy almost does a spit take when he realizes what Eddie’s doing while Steve nearly drops his water, far too wrapped up in watching. He groans around the musky combined flavor of them.

When Eddie’s finished, he stretches his arms out, as if he’s about to give a rousing speech. A wide, sly smile overtaking his features. Cheekily, “Now that we’re done filming…” He stares down at them with mock innocence in his eyes, goofily twirling his finger to point at them, “Would either of you gorgeous, highly talented gentlemen be willing to lend me a hand?” He unzips his fly. “Or a mouth?” 

In stereo, they rasp out hungrily, “ Fuck yes. ”

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Chapter Text

Steve slips Eddie’s shirt off over his head, exposing his lithely muscled, tattooed torso. “Oh and what do we have here?” Steve teases, toying with Eddie’s nipple ring, making him moan. 

Billy roughly pulls down Eddie’s jeans and underwear, cock springing free. He gracelessly shimmies the rest of the way out of them, ditching his socks too. Wasting no time, Billy grips him just a little too tight; it’s divine. “ Fuuuck ,” he groans. As the flush spreads down Eddie’s chest, Steve greedily drinks him in, hungrily eying the cock in Billy’s fist. Breathlessly, “Fair warning, I’ve been riding an edge all afte—”

“Then you can ride it longer,” Billy taunts coolly. Shuddering Eddie bucks into his punishing grip.

Billy and Steve engage in an eyefucking standoff of sorts which Steve apparently wins because Billy lets go of him and Steve, taking his prize, drops to his knees. Eddie feels as if he’s about to combust. Breathing hotly, lips barely brushing his cock, Steve teases around it. Billy toys with his nipples, biting along the expanse of his throat. Mumbling soft and breathy, Eddie moans, “It was torture, delicious torture watching you two going at it all damn afternoon, like my own private jock peep show.”

“I was watching too and I know what you liked, I saw how it affected you,” Billy teases darkly. Eddie shudders, held in place between them. Steve starts tracing the veins with his tongue, moans softly along his shaft.

“You wanted to be in the middle of it. Have one of us while the other has you,” Billy coos low and sweet, dragging a finger down the cleft of his ass, brushing over his hole. 

“Jesus Christ— Billy!” And Steve, darling devilish Stevie, stares up at him through long lashes, wrapping his lips around the head. 

Billy continues, “I think we can make that happen today.” He slides his finger in, Eddie has no idea when he got the lube but Eddie’s practiced and eager so his wet finger slips in easily. 

Breathily, “Never been a Lucky Pierre before. Always wanted to.”

“Have ourselves a little slut sandwich,” Billy jeers.

Whining around Eddie at the very idea of sharing him, Steve grips his own cock at the base to keep himself from cumming with the taste of Eddie on his tongue.

Billy kneads his tight shoulder muscles, pumping his finger in and out of him. Rambling needily, “All my smooth, fast talking’s got me in trouble. Don’t know how I’m supposed to last with both of you locker room wet dreams tag teaming me like this,” Eddie grits out, chest heaving. 

Steve pops off his cock, smiling mischievously up at Eddie. Steve says, “Oh you’ll last.” Licking up his inner thigh. Steve’s words ghost over his aching length, “Or maybe, we’ll just have to get you hard for us again. Right Bills?” Eddie lets out a deep whine.

Just like Eddie had been doing to him all afternoon, licking his lips predatorily, watching Eddie’s profile for his reaction, Billy addresses Steve, “That’s exactly right. Make him cum princess.”  Eddie arches back against him, breathing hard. 

Steve takes him in his mouth again, sinking down all the way, nosing at his treasure trail. Eddie tangles his fingers in his hair to spur him on. Relishing the feeling, Steve bobs determinedly, like he’s trying to suck Eddie’s soul out though his dick. 

And Eddie wants nothing more than to give it to him wrapped up with a big bow moaning high and needy, “Christ— fuck— God Steve your— Jesus! Your fucking mouth .”

Mouthing along Eddie’s throat and directly in his ear, Billy whispers reverently, “Good isn’t he? Shame he won’t let us film his face because he looks so damn pretty with his lips wrapped ‘round a big cock, doesn’t he Eddie?” 

Eddie can only nod, so utterly overwhelmed with desire. Steve’s eyes flutter shut, groaning in pleasure along his length. He can’t hold it back anymore. “Fuck I’m- I’m—” Steve dark eyes flick back up to Eddie’s own. Billy’s hand fingers him just the right side of too hard, trying to slip a second one in. Eddie has no choice but to cum, spilling down Steve’s eager throat. Steve groans deviantly around his pulsing length. 

Were Eddie not pressed between them, he doesn’t think he’d be able to stay upright when Billy yanks Steve up to him for another intoxicating kiss. Clutching the back of his neck, Steve opens to him immediately, sharing the taste of Eddie on his tongue. Billy whines low and heady. 

Breaking apart, Steve captures Eddie’s mouth in a desperate kiss. His lips are so soft and plush, swollen from kissing and sucking Eddie’s dick. His tongue is unrelenting. The lingering taste of himself is somehow sweeter on Steve’s tongue. 

“ Fuck me, ” Eddie begs against his mouth, shivering between them.

“Anything for you big boy,” Steve murmurs hotly. 

Billy white knuckles Eddie’s shoulder in a painful grip. “Fuck! What the shi—” Eddie yelps, trying to squirm away. 

With the practiced annoyance of someone who’s dealt with bullshit all their life, Steve snaps coolly, “Ease up. Dont get your panties in a twist! This just means he’ll fuck you jackass!” Billy glares but relents. “Kiss it better and finish opening him up for me, real sweet and slow to say you’re sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, pretty boy,” Billy practically spits the nickname but does as he’s told; softly kissing Eddie’s shoulder with care. 

“We all are.” Eddie slurs, as Billy slowly slips two fingers back into him. Steve takes Eddie’s soft cock in hand. He twitches pathetically.

“Too much?” Steve asks, genuine and no longer teasing.

He nods and Steve lets go of him, even Billy stops fingering him. He tries to taunt but it comes out wanton and breathless, “Such gentlemen after all that big talk about making me hard again.” Smiling with pride he brags, “I can work through it. Totally untouched, you just gotta sweet talk me a little. I’ll get so hard. But first…” He turns to face Billy, loosely tangling his fingers in his blonde curls. “C’mere baby.” Eddie kisses him, fucking into his mouth with his tongue. Reaching around awkwardly to palm a pert cheek. “Can’t wait to plunder this.” Eddie pinches Billy’s taut ass as Billy slips his fingers back in, curling them, searching for his prostate. Eddie winces with delicious overstimulation and nods. “Mmhm, mmm yea.”

“Wanted to touch you and get my mouth on you so bad,” Steve croons. Eddie invitingly tilts his head back. Steve sucks a hickie into an unmarked part of Eddie’s neck, leaving Billy’s bite mark constellation unmarred. Hotly along his throat, “And then you just kept talking and talking while we filmed. I was mentally replaying Pacers’ games just to keep from cumming. Couldn’t stop imagining you talking while we fucked and then shutting you up by riding you speechless.” 

Scissoring him open, Billy flirts low and filthy, “Looks like I’ll be doing that instead.” They’re all fully hard again. Billy takes him in hand as he continues, “Bouncing on this big, fat cock while you spread your legs wide for Stevie.” Chest heaving with stuttered breaths Eddie bucks into his fist and fucks himself on Billy’s talented fingers.

Eddie whines. “Oh god Billy— yes! Just like that. Oh fuck.” Unsure who he’s asking, Eddie slurs, “Can I taste you first?” Billy stiffens with obvious jealousy behind him. Leaning back, he finds Billy’s ear, whispering reassuringly, “Thought about sucking you both off at the same ti—” Steve crowds in sucking his pierced nipple into his mouth while palming the other. “Fuuuuck!” Tugging Billy’s hair and pressing his thigh between Steve’s, “But even my big mouth’s not that big.” Billy speeds up his ministrations moaning from deep in his chest, he rubs his leaking length along Eddie’s ass. “Oh god Billy— More.” 

Pulling off his chest, eyes hooded with lust, Steve reaches out to grip Billy’s shoulder. Eyes flicking between hooded blue and eager brown eyes Steve asks, “Paris?”

Billy catches on much faster than Eddie, smiling slyly against his neck, “You want a third or can you be a good boy and take me right now?”

Nodding eagerly, “ Now. ”

Wasting no time Billy presses a hand down Eddie’s back leading him towards Steve’s cock, purpled with want as he lubes up own cock. Sharing a silent communication Steve and Billy press in together. His eyes flutter shut, gutturally groaning with delirious pleasure. 

The room is a symphony of filth. Slapping flesh on flesh, their combined cries of ecstasy, and Eddie’s filthy slurping. His moans stifled on Steve’s delicious shaft as he fucks himself on Billy’s greedy cock, enticingly filled.

Grabbing him by the hair, Steve scrapes his blunt nails against his scalp, pulling the strands but not leading. More than willing to let Eddie set the pace, reaping the benefits of his fiendish tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Whimpering praises between carnal cries of his name. 

Surprisingly Billy too, takes Eddie’s pace in stride, gripping his hips bruisingly but not dictating the speed, head thrown back, his commentary barely audible. Whispering, “So tight, so fucking tight.” Running a hand down along Eddie’s spine, mean yet awed, “Perfect slut.”

Pulling off with a groan Eddie looks up at Steve. “I need you to fuck me.” He looks over his shoulder awkwardly, stroking Billy’s muscled chest, just barely scraping his nails. “And I need to be in you.” Straightening up as Billy pulls out, shaky on his legs, he grins. “How- how do you- where should I…” trailing off dazedly.

Steve sweet talks, “Just lie back and enjoy.” 

Billy pushes Eddie back into the corner of the sectional and shoves a glass of water into his hands. Eddie gulps it down greedily. Readjusting himself on the pile of pillows, Eddie lubes up his aching dick and spreads his legs. 

“Wider,” Billy demands. 

Steve kneels down massaging Eddie’s thighs. “You need my fingers.” It’s not a question but he nods anyway. Steve presses two in right away. 

Eddie writhes against his attention. He quickly adds a third and in no time Eddie’s begging, “Fuck me!” He continues to finger him, stretching him further, making Eddie leak all over his stomach. “Gimme your dick now,” he groans. Steve presses in, calculated and slow, to the hilt. “God fuck, yessss!! ”

With a bratty smile, “Actually, just Steve is fine.” 

Eddie’s laugh is cut short as Steve finds his prostate, making him yelp.

“Does this make me sloppy seconds?” Steve chuckles breathlessly.

“Not with what you’re doing,” Eddie whimpers. Steve smirks, continuing to hit his prostate with every thrust. Looking at Billy, who’d been paralyzed watching with jealous, hungry eyes; Eddie moans, “If you wanna ride, you better hop on now.” 

Grinning wide and predatory, Billy deftly straddles his thighs. Eddie runs his fingers over the hard lines of Billy’s glistening torso. Lowering himself onto his thick length, Eddie lets out a strangled whine once he’s sheathed within him. “Knew you’d be bigger than Steve,” Billy keens, getting used to the stretch. 

Pressed flush up against Steve, Billy lets out a sharp moan. Eddie tries to buck up into Billy’s tight heat. 

“Uh uh uh,” Billy taunts, holding him down. “I’m in charge now.” His thigh muscles flex obscenely with the wide stretch of his legs over Eddie’s own which are draped loosely around Steve as Billy bounces up and down on Eddie’s throbbing length. 

As promised, Eddie is rendered speechless and incoherent, moaning like a bitch in heat under the frenzied attention. He’s mind-numbingly close to cumming in the clutch of Billy’s bewildering backside, speared on Steve’s spectacular schlong. With his Munson Doctrine in mind, he does some sex math. I can and frankly should, as the bottom, cum before Steve, and let him use me until he’s got what he needs but as the top, I cannot cum before Billy. 

Then Eddie decides the men taking him apart need to be bossed around again. “You close baby?” Billy growls low in his throat, rolling his hips harder in answer. “Fuck, good, okay. Stevie?” He tucks his chin over Billy’s shoulder looking deliciously fucked as he catches Eddie’s gaze. “Help me make him cum, want it all over my chest.” 

Steve plays with Billy’s nipples, thumbing over the hard buds. Eddie takes hold of Billy’s dick bobbing between them, he rubs the leaking pre over the head, roughly stripping his cock in his fist. 

With his back flush against Steve’s chest, Billy moans wantonly, “Fucking kiss me princess.” Steve drags a hand up Billy’s chest, landing around his neck caressing it almost warningly, claiming his mouth in a lurid kiss. It’s almost too much for Eddie to watch these Adonis’ sharing saliva while he fucks and is fucked.

“Give him everything,” Steve whines into Billy’s mouth. 

Nearly overcome himself, Eddie whines with desperation as Billy cries out, “ Eddie! ” Insatiably, Steve kisses him through it. Billy arches back into him curling his fingers in Steve’s hair as he spurts all over Eddie’s fist and chest. Eddie shudders as Billy hole tightens and relaxes around him. 

“So good for me, for us,” Steve coos, unsure to whom, caressing Billy’s neck. 

“Shit I’m gonna—” Eddie groans.

Continuing to ride him, Billy whimpers, “Fucking fill me up.” 

And Eddie obeys, cumming with a shout, he pulses within Billy while clenching tight around Steve’s girth. Whining brokenly, Steve pulls out. Billy ambles off of him, to lie next to him. He laves at Eddie’s ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe. 

Propped up on his elbows, Eddie leans up to meet Steve halfway as he curls his fingers around the back of Eddie’s neck and kisses him senseless. Against Steve’s mouth he begs, “Please sweetheart, cum all over me.”

“ Eddie, ” Steve moans soft and low as he cums again, his spend mixing with Billy’s on Eddie’s chest.

Collapsing on Eddie’s other side, Steve huffs out a sigh. They lie there in sated bliss, their collective ragged breathing filling the room. Finally Eddie presses a hand on both of their chests as he sits up. Steve groans and Billy kicks him. He smirks and stands on wobbly legs, unable to find a towel, he wipes their cum off his chest with his cropped Dio tee.

In the now darkened room, the natural light of the afternoon having faded, he catches sight of a small, blinking red light. Eddie’s eyes widen in horror. “Oh fuck.”

“What?” Steve asks in a haze.

Eddie holds up the camera. “It uh, the red light was still on.” Billy shoots him a bitchy eyebrow. He continues, “Meaning that uh, that I accidentally forgot to turn it off and um… well it, well it recorded everything.”

Billy’s smile widens into something dangerous, a dark glint in his eye. “Guess we’ll just have to have our own private viewing next time.” 

Twirling a curl over his grin, suddenly coy after everything, Eddie asks, “Next time?” 

“ Next time ,” Steve agrees, smirking. 

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