Steve and Eddie are on Eddie's bed, both sitting on his legs. Moonlight and starlight stream through the tiny window. There is a comfortable silence ruling the place, accompanied by the faint sound of crickets in the distance.
Steve slowly approaches to stand in front of Eddie, very close to him, but it doesn't matter. It's something they can do with each other.
"Eddie?"
"Mmm?" Eddie exclaimed, turning his full attention to him.
"Friends don't lie, remember?"
Steve and the other older teens had adopted that phrase from the younger ones.
"Of course, Stevie."
"I have to tell you something, but I have to beg you not to hate me, I can't keep it anymore because I feel horrible keeping secrets from you, especially this one."
Eddie moves his face like a puppy.
"Steve, I swear to God when I tell you there's nothing that would make me hate you, do we have to hide a body or something? Cause if that will make you take that worried face off right now, I'll take my jacket."
"Luckily no"
Eddie looks at him intently, waiting for what he has to say. Steve takes a lock of Eddie's hair between his fingers, to reassure himself but also to show Eddie his affection, he plays a few seconds with that lock until he finally perks up, without letting go of the hair, he gets close to Eddie's ear and whispers:
"Dee, I had a wet dream about you."
Steve can feel Eddie's breathing change, but he doesn't let go of his lock of hair as if he's afraid Eddie will run away, Eddie was speahless.
Eddie kisses his cheek.
"Was it good?" Eddie whispers without looking at him, Steve closes his eyes.
"It was very good."
"Was it?" Eddie whispered against Steve's face, brushing his lips but not kissing him, Steve felt his mouth water.
"Yes."
"Yeah? What were we doing?"
Steve took a breath, buried his hand in Eddie's hair, and squeezed it as he pleased.
"I was touching myself in front of you. My fingers were inside me, and my legs were numb with the pleasure I felt. I wiggled my fingers and opened myself wide in front of your eyes, but you wouldn't touch me."
"Fuck."
"You sounded so good, Eds"
"I bet you sounded better, love"
"You called me that way. You called me all the nice ways you know. You called me princess."
"And do you like it?"
"I love it."
"That's good to know, princess."
"I was desperate, I wanted more. Then you grabbed me, and suddenly your face was between my legs," said Steve with shyness, "your tongue was inside me, I had no control of my body. I was screaming, like the girls I was with did, can we guys sound like that?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Eddie smiled complacently, kissing Steve's hand, "Especially pretty boys like you, I promise I'll make you sound like that.
Steve smiles with a pretty blush in his face. He wants that so bad.
"I was riding you. I felt you so deep inside me, I felt you all over my body, I felt so full, you were moving me at your whim, even though I was on you and I was screaming, I didn't recognize myself"
"I bet you sound exquisite when you have a good cock inside you."
"Just you"
"Good boy. You're mine, right?"
"Yeah"
And then Eddie kisses Steve for the first time. Steve makes a sound of surprise which is immediately lost in the kiss which he eagerly reciprocates, it's an awkward kiss at first as it wasn't planned but it quickly takes on a hungry rhythm, they have to pull apart seconds later for air. Steve looks shattered, Eddie quickly gives him a small kiss on the lips that echoes throughout the room.
"I'm yours, Eddie." Steve whispered.
Eddie took Steve and put him on his lap, Steve quickly found his place there, even though it was the first time they had done something like this.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes," Steve whispered.
"We stop whenever you want. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?"
"Yes, Eddie," Steve whispered and hugged Eddie, wanting to melt into each other's bodies. "God, your dick felt so good inside me, I couldn't breathe without feeling you."
Steve moves slowly, wanting to feel Eddie's dick, Eddie gasps at the feel of it but does nothing else. He lets Steve go at his own pace and savour whatever he wants.
'You're made for it, aren't you?"
"Yes, are you going to give it to me? Eddie, I want you so bad."
"Fuck, you're a dream come true."
Steve kissed his cheek and whispered:
"I was crying. Good tears, I was crying from how much I love you but also because the pleasure I was feeling was too much."
Eddie bit Steve's neck. The room felt so warm even though they had done nothing but kiss.
"I don't think I've ever cum like I did in the dream, you kept fucking me until you came, I wish I could feel your cum inside me because that's the one part my dream couldn't recreate I've never had anything like that inside me."
"I'll take care of that, don't worry, I'll fill you up real good every day for the rest of my life. Everyone will know I fuck you good like you deserve."
"Yes, Eddie, please," Steve moaned.
Eddie kissed Steve's entire face. Steve took Eddie's fingers and kissed them one by one to Eddie's intense and desirous gaze.
"You put your fingers inside me and moved them around so I could feel your cum one more time, you made me cum again, I want so badly to feel that wet."
Steve began to wet Eddie's fingers at will. It was too much.
"You told me I had to feel your fingers because I didn't feel them at first," said Steve with a smile, "And when I woke up I thought, my god, that's so Eddie."
Both boys laughed.
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HARRY EDWARD STYLES, a 29-year-old Wet Leg superfan from Redditch, England who has spent the past few years pursuing a music career including a six-year stint in the now-defunct pop group One Direction, fulfilled his lifelong dream on Tuesday when the cheeky duo from the Isle of Wight decided to share a stage with him on a date of their world tour, in Oeiras, Portugal.
Wet Leg, which rose to prominence in the past year with their self-titled debut, a Number One hit in their native U.K., allowed squire Styles to play guitar and sing backup vocals on their hit “Wet Dream.” The band members, singer-guitarist Rhian Teasdale and guitarist-singer Hester Chambers, looked pleased that Styles knew the song’s lyrics by heart, not even flinching when singing provocative words like “touching yourself.”
Styles, who apparently had been following the band around from gig to gig, even took a moment while he was at the mic to profess his ardor for Wet Leg. “It has been the most wonderful tour … to get to watch them play every night, they’re one of my favorite bands,” he told the crowd. When the performance was done, Teasdale and Chambers looked as though they appreciated Mr. Styles’ support, embracing him in a hug, visibly impressed by the young fan’s talent and promise. For some extra encouragement, they even learned and sang one of his songs, “Daylight.”
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