Steddie Smut

Head While I'm Driving

It's just head... while Eddie's driving

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Cars upon cars upon cars stretch for miles in front of them. Eddie was tapping his fingers mindlessly against the steering wheel, seemingly unbothered by the slow pace that traffic was moving. They aren't exactly stalled, but they are going about five miles per hour and Steve is ready to jump out of the car and walk.

"Why are we moving so slow," he dragged out his words, leaning forward until he could bang his head on the dashboard. Eddie reached out and put his hand under Steve's forehead to stop him, chuckling at the dramatics.

"There was probably an accident. It'll clear up in the next twenty minutes," Eddie reassured.

"Twenty minutes?" Steve picked his head back up, gaping at the man. "That's too long."

"Just find something to entertain yourself with and the time will fly," Eddie said.

"Time will fly," Steve mocked under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and sinking into his seat with a pout.

"You're so adorable when you pout," Eddie teased, reaching over to tap Steve's nose. Steve glared, crossing his arms harder to emphasize his discontent. He tapped his feet on the floor and looked out the window. Eddie was still peacefully listening to the radio, tapping his fingers and staring out at the cars in front of him. Steve looked around at something that might be able to occupy his time, finding one of Eddie's Lord of the Rings books on the floor. He picked it up and flipped it open, reading a few lines before snapping it shut with a groan. Eddie chuckled again, and Steve glared.

"Not entertaining enough?" He teased.

"Not entertaining enough," Steve grumbled. "Entertain me, Eddie," he whined.

"How am I supposed to entertain you, princess? I'm driving," Eddie asked, still frustratingly calm. Steve stared at him for a second, at the way he was reclined in his seat, legs spread, only one hand gripping the steering wheel. A bad little idea popped up in his head, and Steve sat up a bit straighter as he let the idea ruminate.

With no better ideas, Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and slid closer to Eddie. He reached one hand over and started undoing his belt.

"Woah, hey, hi there," Eddie grabbed Steve's hand, looking at him with wide eyes.

"You said to entertain myself," Steve shrugged innocently.

"Steven Harrington, I am operating a moving vehicle," Eddie argued.

"Then keep your eyes on the road, Edward," Steve threw back, reaching both hands out to undo Eddie's belt.

"You wily little thing," Eddie huffed, moving his hands up to the steering wheel as Steve got his belt undone. He popped the button of Eddie's jeans and he lifted his hips enough for Steve to tug his jeans and his boxers down to his thighs. He dipped his head down and licked from the middle to the tip of his cock, wrapping his lips around it and swiveling his head as his tongue danced in circles. Eddies grip tightened on the wheel, his mouth falling open on a shaky exhale. Steve pulled off and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down the shaft, kitten licking teasingly at his balls before licking back up to the top. He took Eddie in his mouth and bobbed his head, working him down inch by inch.

One of Eddie's hands fell to Steve's hair once he hit the back of his throat and Steve started swallowing around him.

"Fuck. This was a terrible fucking idea," he said as his fingers slipped between strands of light brown hair, curling into a fist and guiding Steve further down. Steve hummed around him and Eddie hissed, his hips jerking. He braced his left foot on the floor of the car, keeping his eyes directly in front of him. Steve bobbed his head a few times, then pulled off, a string of saliva clinging to his bottom lip and the tip of Eddie's cock. Steve followed it back down, slurping noisily with a little smirk.

"Fuck my mouth," he said, kitten licking at the tip, tongue teasing at his slit.

"When did you become so fucking cock hungry?" Eddie asked, a little breathlessly.

"Around the time I unbuckled your belt," Steve said, still grinning wickedly. Eddie glanced down at him and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to wipe that cocky little look off of his face.

"Alright, baby, you want me to fuck your mouth? Open up then," he tightened his grip in Steve's hair, his confidence flickering a little. He took Eddie's cock back into his mouth, but this time, Eddie was the one setting the pace. He pushed and pulled slowly for a minute, dragging Steve up and down almost gently. He pushed in until he brushed his throat, then pulled out until just the tip was between his lips.

Then he pushed Steve's head down further, burying his cock in his throat and holding him there, listening with a satisfied grin as Steve gurgled around him, breathing in sharply through his nose. Eddie let him up a second later, hearing him sniffle and slurp up the saliva that had gathered around his lips.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? I thought you wanted me to fuck your mouth?" Eddie asked with a teasing smile, caressing his hair in an almost condescending matter. Steve glared at him, opening his mouth to respond before Eddie tugged at his hair, turning his response into a gasp. "Ah, ah, be a good boy and put your mouth back where it belongs." Steve's eyes widen and he knows immediately that he's lost the little game he started.

Traffic starts to pick up a bit, enough for Eddie to fully release the brake and start pressing on the gas. Steve braced his hand on the floor of the car as he swallowed around Eddie's cock again, breathing steadily through his nose, relaxing his throat, and burying his nose in the dark hair at the base.

"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's good," Eddie flexed his hips up, shallowly fucking Steve's throat. "That's so fucking good, princess." The sounds Steve is making are going straight through Eddie, little moans and wet gurgles, they have him at the brink way too soon. Then the car in front of him slows down again, until they're full-on stopping and Eddie can let go of the wheel for a second. He gathers all of Steve's hair in his hand and pulls him off for a second. Steve looks up at him with saliva-coated lips and watery eyes, cheeks flushed

"Where do you want it?" He asked, bringing one hand down to stroke affectionately against Steve's cheek.

"Down my throat," his voice was wrecked.

"Fuck, ok," Eddie was incredibly thankful for the stopping of traffic because his eyes were slipping dangerously low as he fucked Steve's throat. He thrusted a few dozen times, small grunts and breathy moans tumbling past his lips. His stomach coiled with heat, his hips jerking up. Then his hand tightened in Steve's hair and he pushed him down and held him there as he came. His mouth fell open on a breathy gasp as Steve swallowed around him. He let Steve up a little, sliding his fingers through his hair instead of holding it. Steve bobbed his head slowly, licking up any of Eddie's release that he didn't swallow. He kitten licked and kissed all along Eddie's cock, cleaning him up with hooded eyes and sweet little noises.

When he was thoroughly satisfied with his work, he tucked Eddie back into his boxers. Eddie braced his foot on the floor and slid his jeans back up, securing his belt again. Steve laid down on the seat with a huff, resting his head against Eddie's thigh.

"Yeah, that was thoroughly entertaining," he whispered with a satiated smile.

"You crazy boy," Eddie chuckled, cradling the side of Steve's face with one hand, the other on the steering wheel as they started inching forward again. "You know this is incredibly unsafe," Eddie pointed out, his thumb stroking over Steve's cheekbone.

"Shh, napping," Steve whispered, nuzzling his face against Eddie's hand.

"Crazy boy," Eddie muttered fondly.