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They’re in a parking garage.
The sound of the storm outside, channeled and echoed through the giant concrete space, is magnified into a deep bass rumble like constant thunder. It would be hard to hear each other if they weren’t so close.
Turns out Stede’s car, when they get there - an unknown amount of time after the cafe, time isn’t registering anymore, Ed feels like he’s been strapped to the outside of a Saturn V rocket fueled by lust - is a big vintage Mercedes-Benz 600 sedan, iconic in its gleaming, boxy ostentatiousness. It’s parked in a semi-hidden spot against the back wall, behind a Dumpster full of paper boxes. Stede put their wet coats in the trunk, where they won’t drip on anything, and his shoes - and Ed’s boots - are sitting on the concrete outside. There’s a blanket spread over the backseat, and Ed is spread over the blanket, like a picnic.
And not unlike a picnic, he is being devoured.
Stede’s mouth is on his throat, kissing and nipping in an eager line that starts just below his left ear and is headed inexorably towards his collarbone; his knees are between Ed’s, their shirts are open; he is propped on one hand to hover over Ed like a canopy, while the other hand is beneath, palm flat to Ed’s back, pulling him up into the embrace. He is only touching the car from his hips downward and he feels light, like a delicate fragile thing. It’s weird. It’s amazing.
They’re both rain-drenched. The car heater is on, making it warm but humid inside. The blanket under them is incredibly soft.
Ed’s fingers are tangled in the rain-soaked curls at the nape of Stede’s neck; when Stede, panting, bites down into the flesh of Ed’s throat, where it meets the shoulder, he gasps a curse and curls those fingers tighter, grasping, pulling.
“Sorry - sorry - I don’t know what - “ he hears Stede mumble. Feels him try to pull away, and wraps around him instead, legs around his hips, pulling them together; Christ, and they’re both so hard.
“Fffuck! Don’t stop,” Ed pleads. “Fucking - bite me if you want to, I like it. Like your teeth on me.”
“Oh god,” Stede says - chokes - and then he rocks forwards, grinding them together, rutting hard so their cocks ache with it. “God - is - is that what you want, Ed? Shall I mark you up - so he can see it on you, see that I’ve had you - “
had you - echoed in Ed’s head, in his chest; making his swollen cock throb and twitch, making his toes curl, fuck, that really happens? That has never happened -
“Yes,” he says - growls really, between clenched teeth. He lets his hands fall to Stede’s shoulders, pushing down the shirt, and digs his nails into Stede’s broad upper back.
Hard.
“CHRIST!” Stede shouts. Suddenly he is crushed right down onto Ed, forcing him to the seat cushions, and taking his mouth - ravaging him with a voracious kiss - leaving Ed helpless to do anything but squirm, grind, claw, return the kiss with all the heat boiling through him.
It’s never been like this before - not with Jack; not with anyone.
When they come up for air, stunned and red-mouthed, Ed tries to go right back in for more, but suddenly Stede’s hands are around his wrists, pinning him to the seat. Ed blinks up at him.
“I can take you somewhere,” Stede says. Deep breaths like he’s trying to regain control of a racing heart. “Somewhere - nicer - “
“This car is nicer than some apartments I’ve lived in,” Ed says. He wriggles, deliberately, grinding himself against Stede with intent, and laughs slow and breathless when Stede curses under his breath about it. “It’s hot like this, yeah? Reckless, chancy, slutty. Fun.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Stede says. “I never…”
“They seemed to like it well enough.” Ed feels it coming out, dark and a little mean, doesn’t want it to be, can’t seem to stop it, or the barbed smirk that curves his mouth. “Shouldn’t we get to?”
They’re frozen for a moment; Ed pinned beneath, Stede looming above, breathing together. So much passing between them without words; heat, hurt, lust, jealousy.
“Fuck me,” Ed breathes. “I want it. We both want it, so c’mon.”
Stede falls onto him with a fierce kiss that tastes like victory.
He lets go of Ed’s wrists and pushes up to separate their bodies, just an inch or so; enough space to send one hand skating downward, over bare chest and belly, to fumble with Ed’s fly. The heel of that hand is pressing against Ed’s cock, trapped under the leather, and that slow-moving pressure while his fingers are wrestling with Ed’s belt-buckle and button and zipper - well, hell, the guy’s got some multitasking skills. Ed puts his response into the kiss, moaning into it, licking and nipping; and when he’s freed at last, pants open and boxers pushed down just enough, he lets his head fall back onto the seat cushion and whines at the feeling of cool air swirling around him where he is burning hot.
“Oh…” Stede breathes. “Is that better?” So gently, his fingertips are inspecting Ed’s length, feeling how stone hard and wet he is; it’s maddening. “Christ, Ed, you’re amazing - “
Ed, impatient, reaches down to cover Stede’s hand with his own, forcing that broad palm against his cock so he can thrust up into it, rocking against that delicious pressure. Soft uncalloused skin already slick with Ed’s precum. Stede squeezes around him, firm and slow, and Ed feels delirious with it.
“You - fuck - better hurry before I pop off just from your hand - “
Stede rests his forehead on Ed’s collarbone. His hand stills, but doesn’t pull away, which is nice. “I - I don’t have anything,” he says, sounding half hesitant and half wrecked. “Condoms or anything. I wasn’t - I never - “
“Gotcha, sweetheart,” Ed says. He probably sounds just as ruined, but a little more sure of himself. He lets go of Stede’s hand and fumbles for his wallet, bringing it up to fall open on his chest next to Stede’s face. “Should be two in here, and a lube packet.”
“Goodness,” Stede wheezes.
“Always prepared.”
“Kind of advanced for a boy scout.” Stede does pull his hand away - Ed’s dick is very sad about that - and sits back, up onto his knees. Ed finds the package for him, and he takes it, but hesitantly.
“You want me to…” he fumbles. Pretty face all flushed. “Ed, you should know I’ve never done this before. Not…with another man.”
Oh.
“Oh,” Ed says. “Huh.”
“We can stop,” Stede offers, looking down and away. Like he’s done something fucking wrong. Jesus.
“Don’t you dare,” Ed says, forcefully enough that Stede meets his eyes again. “Not unless you want to. You’re gorgeous and I want you to rail me into the next zip code. But only if you’re down for that. Maybe you don’t want your first to be like this. And that’d be fine - ”
“I want it. Just - afraid I won’t be good.”
“Looks good to me,” Ed says, deliberately eyeing the promising bulge at Stede’s crotch, and the guy laughs - he fucking giggles, and he’s blushing harder now and if Ed doesn’t get split open on that thing immediately he will not be responsible for the consequences.
He pushes himself up on one elbow and drops the condom package on his own belly. “Just follow my lead; you’re gonna do just fine,” he promises. “Now let me see that cock.”
Stede lets out a long, shuddering breath, and applies himself to the task; and moments later those tailored trousers and the boxers under them are pushed down around broad, freckled thighs, and Ed is staring at one absolutely delicious-looking dick. It’s gorgeous, creamy pale at the base and flushing dusky rose starting about halfway up, not intimidatingly long but nice and thick, and bobbing a little with Stede’s pulse.
“Fuuuck,” Ed says. He thinks he might be drooling a little. “Yeah. I need that right now.”
Before Stede can say anything beyond a little stuttered ‘thank-you’ Ed has the condom packet between his teeth, ripping it open one-handed, and handing its contents back to Stede who applies it carefully, like he’s not used to doing so. He probably does his wife raw, Ed thinks, and the imaginary sensation that provokes - the remembered heat of being filled up with come - sends Ed falling back onto the seat, his belly clenching with desire. Exhaling, he reaches down to put both hands under his own knees and pulls his legs up as far as he can, until those knees touch his chest, until his socked feet brush stede’s shoulders.
“Oh, god, Ed,” Stede says; he sounds so hot and broken that you’d think he was crying if you didn’t know better. Ed feels those hands on the backs of his thighs, pushing his underwear a little further out of the way; baring his hole and everything else. Stede is staring.
“Please,” Ed says, hot and shameless. “Your fingers - just one to start, palm up, with some of the lube - “
“All right,” Stede says. “Yes. Anything.”
Bent like this, Ed can’t see what Stede’s hands are doing, but beneath the sound of the storm there is the faint crinkle of plastic and then the cool liquid smear of a lube-slicked finger pad against his hole, soft and gentle, just tracing around the outside. He automatically clenches up in reaction and takes a few deep breaths, forcing himself to relax, to be receptive. Faint pressure starts and builds, builds, builds until with a shiver that runs the full length of his spine Ed feels himself stretching open, letting that fingertip inside.
Stede, above him, hisses in a breath through his teeth. “You’re - god, you’re so hot,” he says. The pressure continues, unwavering, and that finger moves deeper into Ed, fat and firm and unyielding. Ed’s fingers tighten on his own thighs, digging in, trying to hold still while the sensation of being opened - unforgettable, unmistakable - demands that he push up, to take more.
“That’s - that’s just right,” he mumbles, trying to be encouraging for Stede despite his whole brain being on fire. “Slow, steady, all the way in, far as you can - “
A few seconds later knuckles are kissing the meat of Ed’s ass, pressing in firm, and stop there. The finger inside him feels so fucking good. Above him, Stede is holding steady, breathing, staring at where he disappears inside Ed.
“Is it good?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah it is,” Ed says, all breath. “Oh, god. Okay. Now - real slow I, uh, I want you to pull back and kind of like, curl your finger up just a little, don’t scrape with your nail just let the finger pad press until you feel a little bump oh holy fucking shiiiiit yeah just like that - “
And Stede is rubbing back and forth along That Spot and it’s so good Ed can’t help from bucking up into the touch, his feet slipping forward over Stede’s shoulders and levering his hips up a little to grind back and forth on Stede’s finger. It’s perfect and precise and his whole belly is throbbing with it.
“My god, Ed,” Stede sighs, and he sounds amazed. “You’re so - is that just from me - “
“Yessss, yeah it is, you’re doing it so good,” Ed groans. “Gimme - put another finger in me, please - “
A moment, while Stede’s brow furrows, steeling himself; then more stretch, more girth, as a second fingertip pushes in beside the first and lights Ed right the fuck up. He makes a sound that he thinks a romance writer would call a mewl? Whatever it is, it comes right out all on his own as Stede’s fingers fill him. It would be embarrassing if he cared.
“Like that - aw, fuck yes keep going, fuck me with ‘em - don’t stop - “
It’s so good Ed gets lost in it for a while, just lying there bent in fucking half feeling those fingers sliding in and out, curling and stroking and petting his insides. He’s limp - well, most of him - head fallen back so his chin’s pointing at the roof, almost insensate, just rocking back and forth with each wonderful tidal swell of Stede’s touch.
“Ed,” Stede whispers, after an eternity. “Ed - please - can I - “
“Uh huh,” Ed mumbles. “What?”
A strained laugh. “Please, do you think you’re ready? Because I - ”
“Oh. Shit.” Ed laughs a little as his brain comes back online. “Sorry! Fuck. You’re good at that. Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready for you now. I’m so ready.”
It’s still a little sad as those fingers pull out, leaving him empty, even if he knows it’s only for a few seconds. In fact there it is, the fat head of Stede’s cock, bumping gently against his puckered hole, slick with the lube between them. Slick as it slides back and forth just a little, like a caress.
“Ed,” Stede breathes.
“Yeah,” Ed answers. “C’mon, love, you’ve got it, just push in - “
Fucking finally.
And Ed has bottomed before - especially with CJ because Macho Man Jack Rackham hardly ever bottoms - but this is different, feels almost new, almost special somehow even in the backseat of a car with a guy he’s just fucking met, for the specific purpose of revenge. It feels…beautiful. Stede’s being so careful even though Ed can feel how fucking much he wants it in every place their bodies touch. Holding onto Ed like a lover while he sinks deeper and deeper, that stretch filling Ed’s whole body top to toes with trembling heat.
When he bottoms out inside Ed, he pushes Ed’s legs apart further so he can collapse forward for a kiss whose passion is like completing an electric circuit.
They are still kissing when he begins to rock, to thrust. Ed feels like he’s swaying in a hammock. His arms slide up around Stede’s wide shoulders and he clings like a limpet, his legs moving to wrap around Stede’s unexpectedly snatched waist - he’s being fucked by a triangle - and good god, the dick is spectacular, Stede’s a goddamn fucking fucking prodigy.
Stede wraps Ed up in his arms and pulls him up; he (Stede) is up on his knees again, leaning back against the locked car door, and he (Ed) is astride those thighs, right in Stede’s fucking lap, being lifted and lowered into each stroke. It’s ridiculous. His cock is trapped between them, wrapped in the soft slick heat of their bellies, and it’s like fucking and being fucked at the same time and he absolutely thinks he’s going to lose his mind.
“My god, Ed, you feel so good, you’re exquisite, I never imagined,” Stede is saying.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Ed says - whines - again, he’d be embarrassed if he cared, but the dick is so good - CJ fucking wishes -
It’s building up in Ed’s gut, that knot being pulled tight, all his muscles contracting. “Close,” he gasps into the side of Stede’s neck, tasting sweat against his lips. “Gonna come - “
Stede draws on some unknown reservoir of strength and fucks him harder, rocking them, rocking the car, rocking the whole fucking parking garage as far as Ed knows and there’s thunder roaring around them and lightning flashing in his mind and Stede’s hot mouth closing hard around one of his nipples, sucking -
For the next brief eternity Ed is coming so hard he forgets he has a body. He is a being of pure energy, a pulsing ball of light illuminating everything with every burst of pleasure in his gut.
Somewhere in there is the sound of Stede yelling, wordless, and crushing Ed’s forgotten physical body to him, presumably coming like a freight train, little jerks of his hips chasing the thudding of Ed’s pulse.
When he can think again - and it’s a while - Ed pulls Stede forward, leaning back, until they’re lying along the seat again, Stede resting on Ed’s heaving chest and Ed’s hands stroking over Stede’s back and his soft disheveled hair.
“God damn,” he sighs, eventually, when his voice is back, too.
“I think I died,” Stede mumbles, and Ed laughs.
“Nah, mate, reckon you’re still good,” he says. “Great, in fact. The best.”
Stede shifts to blink up at him, tired and shy again, but not in a bad way. “Pshaw,” he says, and Ed feels like he could burst with fondness.
“Best car shag I’ve had,” he insists. “Hands down. Think I blacked out for a second there.”
“Well,” Stede says, and now there’s a little light of pride in his eyes to go with the blush, and Ed could stand to see more of that. For quite a while, maybe.
“So here’s my thought,” Ed says, smiling down at Stede and brushing fallen curls out of his eyes. “We clean up a bit - you got napkins in here?”
“Got some cloth hankies? Cotton? Nice and soft.”
“Aw, perfect,” Ed says. Stede’s smile is infectious and he finds himself grinning in response. Sex usually leaves him drained of energy, good for nothing but passing out on soiled sheets; right now he feels like he could run a fucking marathon. “So. Clean up. Clothes back where they’re supposed to be. We go get a hotel room and relax and maybe do this again, but in a real bed, with a real shower. And then tomorrow we can…talk about stuff?”
“An actual conversation? I don’t know, Ed, that’s a big commitment,” Stede deadpans, but he can’t keep a straight face for very long, and after a few seconds they’re both giggling. Like idiots.
“This has been a very weird day,” Stede says.
“Definitely not what I expected,” Ed says. He puts a little kiss on Stede’s cheekbone and lays his head back again, exhaling.
“But good?”
“Fuck. Yeah,” Ed says. “Really fucking good.”
He guesses he’ll have to thank CJ.
After tossing all his shit out the apartment window. Even great dick only heals so much.