Steve shoved Eddie against the side of the van, hands already yanking at his belt. "Shut the fuck up and get your cock out," Steve growled, voice low and rough from the gig still ringing in his ears. Eddie grinned that shit-eating grin but obeyed fast, popping the button on his jeans and shoving them down just enough. His dick sprang free, already hard and leaking at the tip.
Steve dropped to his knees on the dirty floor of the van without another word. He wrapped his fist around the base and sucked the head into his mouth, tongue flat and wet, taking Eddie deep on the first go. Eddie groaned loud, head thunking back against the metal wall. "Jesus, Harrington, you been thinking about this all night?"
Steve didn't answer with words. He just hollowed his cheeks and bobbed, spit running down Eddie's shaft and over his balls. He worked fast and sloppy, gagging when he took it too far but not stopping. Eddie's hand fisted in Steve's hair, guiding him, fucking his mouth in short thrusts. "That's it, take it. Fuck, your throat's so tight."
They didn't have long. The rest of the band was still packing up inside the venue. Steve pulled off with a wet pop, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and stood. He turned, shoved his own jeans down to his thighs, and braced his hands on the van's bench seat. "Get in me. Now."
Eddie spat into his palm, slicked his cock, and lined up. No slow push, no teasing. He drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Steve hissed at the burn but pushed back, taking every inch. "Harder, Munson. Don't go soft on me."
Eddie gripped Steve's hips and pounded. The van rocked with every slap of skin. Sweat slicked between them. Eddie reached around and jerked Steve's cock in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the head on every upstroke. "You love this, don't you? Getting fucked raw after shows like some groupie."
"Shut up and fuck me," Steve snapped, voice breaking on a moan when Eddie nailed his prostate. Eddie laughed once, dark and filthy, then angled deeper. He fucked like he played guitar, all aggressive rhythm and no mercy. Steve's knees shook. Precome dripped from his cock onto the seat.
Eddie pulled out suddenly, spun Steve around, and shoved him down onto his back on the narrow bench. He yanked Steve's legs up and over his shoulders and slammed back in. The new angle made Steve curse loud. Eddie leaned down, biting at Steve's neck while he rutted.
"Gonna fill you up. You want that load?"
Steve grabbed Eddie's ass and pulled him deeper. "Do it. Come in me."
Eddie came first, hips stuttering, cock pulsing hot and thick inside Steve. He didn't pull out right away. Instead he kept jerking Steve's cock until Steve spilled across his own stomach with a broken groan. They stayed locked like that for a minute, breathing hard, come leaking out around Eddie's softening dick.
Finally Eddie eased out. He grabbed an old band tee from the floor and wiped them both down roughly. Steve sat up, pulled his jeans back into place, and caught Eddie's mouth in a quick, biting kiss. "Same time next gig?"
Eddie smirked, tucking himself away. "Count on it, big boy."
