Archive of Our Own ^beta

Stede spots Ed first as he approaches along the tree-lined avenue. It’s a pleasant day, the sun peeking out at intervals from behind wispy clouds, yet the park is quiet.

Ed’s up ahead leaning casually against a tree vaping. He hasn’t seen Stede yet, and Stede feels a thrill that Ed doesn’t know he’s watching him. 

He keeps his eyes locked on Ed, taking in the shape of him. When Stede gets close enough to see that Ed’s wearing ‘that skirt,’ he slows right down, shakes his head, and mutters, “The little shit,” to himself through a sly smile.

How is Stede supposed to make it through their date with him wearing that? Ed knows what it does to Stede and he'd still chosen to wear it. In public no less! 

Stede can already feel stirrings of hot desire in his belly. He’s going to have to think very pure thoughts to avoid embarrassing himself. 

The plan is… Well, Stede can barely remember what the plan is as Ed looks up and finally meets his eye. Ed grins, a cheeky sort of lopsided grin that stokes the fire in Stede’s belly that he’s been trying to douse. Fucking hell. 

Ed shoves his vape into his messenger bag and comes to meet Stede on the path. He gives him a peck on the lips and then pulls him in for a tight hug, twisting them both back and forth.

“Hey, Baby,” Ed whispers into Stede’s ear. “Fucking missed you.”

Stede giggles. “Well aren’t you a needy little thing today, Flower,” he replies. 

Ed purrs in response. “Yeah. Needy. Need you .” 

“Need you, too, darling.” Stede pulls out of the hug and holds Ed at arm’s length to take him in. He’s wearing a cropped purple t-shirt, one Ed cut down himself, his purple and black messenger bag pushed around to his back, the black boots with all the buckles on that jingle when he walks, and that fucking skirt. 

It’s black, pleated, knee length. It drives Stede wild, and Ed fucking knows it. 

“You’re gorgeous, Flower,” Stede breathes. Ed takes a step back from Stede, puts his arms out and gives a slow twirl. “Fuck…”

Ed looks Stede up and down. He’s wearing tight navy jeans and a fuschia Henley that’s pulled tight across his broad chest. He’s carrying his favourite soft tan leather satchel.

“You can fucking talk, Baby,” Ed says. He steps into Stede’s space, then kisses him, this one much less chaste than the first peck. 

Stede feels his cheeks redden as he thinks about all the people that might be able to see them standing brazenly in the middle of the avenue through the park with their tongues in each other’s mouths. He stops the kiss and rests his forehead on Ed’s, his hands on the small of Ed’s back. He’s almost desperate to pull Ed’s hips in to meet his, to grind against him in that fucking skirt, but they’re in public.

“I can't believe you wore that skirt, Flower,” Stede says.

Ed grins. “I thought you liked it.”

“I do fucking like it. I like it a little too much.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me.”

“Edward!”

“Come on. There’s no one around. Tell me.”

Stede swallows, his mouth suddenly going dry. “It… Puts ideas into my head.”

“Tell me.”

Well, I… I can’t stop thinking about what’s under it. And how easy it would be to… To slide my hand under there and feel you, put my fingers inside you.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. Shit! And I’ve gotta sit through lunch with you right there wearing that, knowing I can’t do that!”

Ed laughs. “Sorry, Baby.”

“Are you?”

Ed considers for a moment. “Hmm. No. No, I don’t think I am.”

Stede huffs a laugh. “You’re a fucking tease, Edward Teach.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Come on then, big boy. We better get a move on or we’ll miss our reservation.”

Stede groans. “You just want to torture me, don’t you?” Ed doesn’t deny it. 

They set off along the avenue, Ed with an arm around Stede’s waist, Stede’s arm around Ed’s shoulders, and Stede trying not to think about Ed’s skirt, or what’s under it.

For a few minutes, Stede seems to be doing okay. He’s managing to ignore the burning desire sitting heavily in his belly, and they catch up on the last couple of days. And then Ed leans in to Stede and whispers, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

How Stede remains upright, he’ll never know. He isn’t able to reply, and when Ed sees how flustered he is, he just giggles. 

“Ed… You…”

Ed leans in again. “The thing about a skirt is that you could put your dick in me and no one else would see.”

Stede doesn’t get a chance to react before Ed pulls his arm off Stede’s waist and grabs his hand, then drags him off the main avenue and along a grass track. After a moment they come to a chain link fence where the park ends and woodland begins. The grass track continues along the fence, but Ed stops them when they reach a damaged section of the fence. He lets go of Stede’s hand and climbs through the hole into the woods. 

“What are you doing, Flower? I don’t think you’re supposed to go in there,” Stede says.

Ed grins at Stede through the fence. “Come on, Baby. I wanna show you something.”

Stede looks around, and satisfied there’s no one close enough to be able to see him, he clambers through the fence. Ed giggles, grabs his hand again and pulls him a few steps into the woods, around a large tree and into a clearing. He’s obviously been here before. He pulls his messenger bag over his head and dumps it on the floor. 

“What do you think?” Ed says as he twirls around looking up to the canopy.

Stede is not able to see anything except Ed and that fucking skirt. As Ed twirls, the skirt lifts up a fraction, giving Stede a tantalising view of his thighs. Fuck. “I… it’s nice, but what are we doing here? Are we gonna get caught? I…”

“Hey, Baby,” Ed says as he steps closer to Stede. He backs him up against the huge tree trunk and Stede’s captivated by his gaze, unable to look away. “It’s alright. Everything’s alright. No one can see us. No one knows we’re here. It’s alright.” 

Stede breathes deeply and he starts to relax. Ed’s right. No one can see them. And it’s not like they’re doing anything wrong, anyway. Just two grown men standing around in the woods. 

Ed steps right into Stede’s space, as close as he can get without touching him. He lifts the strap of Stede’s satchel from his shoulder and pulls it off him, then puts it down carefully on the ground next to them.

“So… Seeing as you’ve been thinking about what’s under my skirt…” 

Stede’s eyes flick downwards for a millisecond and Ed snorts.

“...How about you have a feel for yourself?”

Stede gasps as so many thoughts and emotions flood over him. He wants to do that. He wants so badly. But they’re in public. They can’t! What if they get caught? What kind of punishment would there be if someone called the cops on them?

“We… Here? I can’t Ed, I…”

“You can.” Ed gently grips Stede’s wrist and guides it down towards the hem of his skirt. “It’s okay. You can. I know you want to feel what’s under there. So… do it.”

“Ed, please… This is not…”

“Shhh,” Ed says, placing a finger over Stede’s lips. He pulls Stede’s wrist lower with his other hand. “It’s okay. I know you want to feel me. To put your fingers inside me.”

Stede breathes out shakily. Yeah, he does want that. He wants that so much. He loosens his arm and lets Ed guide his hand closer to the edge of his skirt. But they’re in public! He freezes and pulls his wrist out of Ed’s grip. “We can’t! Not here!”

Ed smiles softly at him. “C’mon, Baby. It’s alright. You trust me, don’t you?” Stede looks into his eyes, and of fucking course he trusts him. Trusts him with his life. And he does want this, so badly. He wants to put his hand up Ed’s skirt and touch him there. God, he wants it. He’s wanted it from the moment he saw that’s what Ed was wearing. Hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it, actually. 

Stede lets Ed take his wrist again, and then he presses his whole body into Stede’s and grinds his hips into him. 

“Ohh,” Ed says with a wicked grin. “I’m not the only needy one, am I?”

Stede gazes at Ed, knowing he should pull away, he should say no. But he can’t. Ed is right. Stede does need him. 

Ed guides Stede’s hand lower again. “You can touch me under my skirt, Baby. No one’s going to see. I’m so needy, I need you. Need your fingers inside me.”

Stede can’t think about anything else and when his hand reaches the bottom of Ed’s skirt, he knows he’s done for. 

“Come on,” Ed coaxes. “Touch me. Do it, Baby.”

Stede slowly lifts the hem of Ed’s skirt, watching Ed intently as his eyelids flutter as the skirt is pulled up higher. Then Stede slides his other hand down and under the material. He runs it over Ed’s hip and belly and down into his hair.

“Fuuuuck,” breathes Ed. “Yes, Baby, oh yes.”

“Shhh,” Stede hisses. “Be quiet!”

“It’s okay. No one’s here. I won’t be too loud.”

Much as Stede knows they’re in public, and they could be found at any moment, he can’t resist Ed. He slides his fingers down and cups Ed’s pussy and Ed pushes his hips forward to grind against the heel of Stede’s hand. 

“Yeah, Baby,” Ed says. He lifts one leg slightly to give Stede better access and Stede lets go of Ed’s skirt and slides his hand along Ed’s thigh to the back of his knee, pulling his leg up and holding it there, leaving Ed leaning against him on one leg.

Stede ghosts his fingers over Ed’s little cock and opens his folds, gasping as he feels how soaking wet Ed’s smooth pussy is. He brings his mouth to Ed’s ear and with more confidence than he really feels, he whispers, “You’re dripping, Flower.” 

Ed giggles. “I’m dripping for you. More, Baby. Gimme more.”

Stede knows there’s pretty much nothing he wouldn’t do for his Ed. He traces a finger around Ed’s hole and then plunges it inside, then fucks Ed slowly with it as Ed buries his face into Stede’s shoulder. 

Stede knows he should be more bothered about the wet sounds but he can’t bring himself to care when he’s knuckle deep in his desperate boyfriend. 

Stede withdraws his finger and rubs Ed’s little cock and it makes Ed whine. “Shh,” Stede whispers. “Be quiet, Flower.”

Ed whimpers and bites Stede’s shirt.

Stede pushes two fingers into Ed this time, gliding in easily with all the slick. He feels Ed’s grip on him tighten as he begins to press in and out, crooking his fingers each time to get close to the spot that can bring Ed to joyful tears. Ed rocks his hips in time with Stede fucking him, grinding his cock on Stede’s hand.

“You like that, Flower?” Stede whispers and Ed huffs a breath. “You want me to make you come like this?”

Ed shakes his head and then grabs Stede’s wrist and pulls his hand away. He takes Stede’s other hand from his thigh and puts his foot back on the ground before smirking at Stede. “Oh no, not yet.” 

Stede feels his former confidence desert him as he wonders what Ed could possibly have in mind and then he feels something akin to panic as he watches Ed sink to his knees. “Shit, Ed. We can’t…” Stede stops speaking as Ed’s huge brown eyes, blown dark, look up at him.

“Yes, we can, Baby,” Ed says as he reaches for Stede’s fly. “We so can.”

Stede is speechless as he watches Ed lick his fucking lips and slowly undo the button on Stede’s jeans. He pulls the zip down, then pulls the jeans down a little, and releases Stede’s cock from its fabric prison. Stede breathes in sharply as the cold air hits him.

“Mmm, and you said I was wet,” Ed says, his eyes going wide. He wraps a hand around Stede’s cock and pulls it to his mouth where he proceeds to slowly lick up the underside of the shaft until he reaches the bead of precum at the head. He swirls his tongue over Stede’s slit, taking the precum into his mouth. He pulls back and closes his eyes as he fucking savours it. “You taste so fucking good, Baby.”

“Shhh,” Stede hisses. He feels so torn. He needs Ed to be quiet, he needs them not to be discovered. But he’s too far gone to stop this now. He’s too fucking desperate for Ed. 

Ed grins up at him, takes his cock head into his mouth, and sucks. Stede stuffs his fist into his mouth and squeezes his eyes closed. 

Ed suckles and licks and bobs his head and takes Stede in as deep as he can, all so torturously slowly that Stede knows Ed has something else up his sleeve as well. This isn’t going to be a quick blow job. There’s still more to come. He whimpers at that thought, in anticipation and terror. 

Stede opens his eyes and looks down at Ed, who’s looking right back up at him, a twinkle in his eye which would be a smirk if his mouth wasn’t stuffed full of Stede’s cock. Spittle runs down Ed’s chin and Stede forces himself not to groan at the sight. 

“Fuuuuck,” he whispers instead. 

Ed pulls off Stede’s cock and Stede is frozen to the spot, dick standing proud, as he watches Ed reach for his bag, rummage inside it, and pull out a small rolled up emergency blanket. He unfurls it and lays it out on the ground.

“Ed? What are you doing?”

Ed grins. “Making us comfortable.” He pats the blanket. “Come sit down, Baby.”

Stede takes a tentative step toward the blanket. He knows this is a bad idea. This could all go so horribly wrong any moment. But Ed’s dark brown eyes staring up at him and his spit slick chin and mussed hair and dripping wet pussy are more than enough to get him to abandon nearly all care.

He goes to the blanket and sits on it, legs out in front of him. “What do you wanna do?” he asks quietly.

“I’m gonna ride you, Baby.”

That is not what Stede was imagining. He thought maybe Ed might want to continue sucking him from a more comfortable position, and that Stede would get to fuck Ed with his fingers till he came, but apparently that is not what Ed has planned.

And that is when Stede realises Ed must have had this whole thing planned in advance. He’s never had a fucking blanket with him before. Fuck. 

“You want to… But Ed! We really can’t… not here!” Stede says, feeling a little panicky.

Ed cups Stede’s cheek. “Yes we can. It’s alright..”

“But what if someone comes?”

Ed smirks. “We’re both gonna come, Baby.” Stede gives Ed a serious look and Ed smiles fondly. “It’s alright, Baby, I promise. My skirt will cover us up. It’ll be our little secret under there. You’re gonna put your dick in my pussy and fuck me right here and no one will ever know. Only you and me, Baby.”

“But…”

“Our little secret. You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Stede looks at Ed and melts a little. He reaches out and runs his thumb over Ed’s wet chin. “Of course I do, Flower. I just…”

“Hey,” Ed says. “Shh.” And with that, Ed straddles Stede’s lap and Stede is powerless to stop him. Ed spreads his skirt over them and he’s right, it covers them completely. Someone might guess what they’re doing under there, but only Stede and Ed know for sure. 

Ed reaches under the skirt and starts to stroke Stede, and then the fucking menace shifts forward and starts to rub his sopping wet folds along Stede’s cock.

Stede can’t help the squeak that emits from his throat. Stede looks up at Ed, and Ed drops his forehead to Stede’s and kisses him. It’s all slow tongue and teeth and Stede wants to scream into Ed’s mouth with how torturous this whole thing is. He’s desperate for more, desperate to have Ed on his cock, but he’s so scared someone will come along. 

Ed pulls out of the kiss, and then kneels up, reaching down to line Stede’s cock up with his hole. Stede watches Ed’s face as he sinks down just slightly to take the head inside himself. 

Stede does his best to remember to breathe, focused on Ed and stubbornly ignoring the rest of the world because he needs to be inside Ed. 

Ed smirks at Stede and then clenches around Stede’s cock causing Stede to gasp loudly. He claps his hand over his mouth. And then Ed slowly sinks all the way down until Stede is completely buried inside him.

How Stede doesn’t come just from that he’ll never know. He feels totally wrecked as he looks up into his smiling boyfriend’s eyes. And then Ed starts to move. He rolls his hips, slowly at first, agonisingly slowly. Stede is aware of the sounds they're making and he wants to care but he just can’t. All he can think is that he’s fucking Ed secretly, so only the two of them know. And it feels fucking transcendent. 

Ed puts both hands on Stede’s cheeks and holds them forehead to forehead as he begins to pick up the pace. He lifts himself up and drops down, taking Stede’s dick deep inside him each time.

Stede’s hands grip Ed’s hips, and encourage his movements. 

Stede forgets about anything that isn’t Ed as he gazes into his eyes. He’s lost in him in every way. The slick slide and heat of Ed’s soaking pussy around him feels sublime and he knows it won’t be long before both of them are on the edge. He can’t stop thinking about his cock sliding in and out of Ed under his skirt, in their own little secret world and he…

Ed freezes as the sound of voices drifts into their world, smashing Stede back to reality. He holds tightly to Ed’s hips, keeping him still. He starts to panic and tries to move from under Ed, but Ed holds him firm with his thighs and presses a finger to Stede’s lips. 

He stares at him with wide, demanding eyes and Stede relaxes a little, trusting Ed to make sure everything is alright. 

Now they’ve stopped moving, he feels Ed’s pussy clench reflexively around him several times. This is something Stede usually loves, and he purposefully stops moving when he’s fucking Ed at home so he can feel it. Here, though, it’s very much not what he wants to feel right now as the voices draw closer. 

It sounds like two people, and although Stede can’t make out exactly what they’re saying, it sounds like they’re talking about dogs.

The path they had followed up to find this little space is a popular dog walking space so it would make sense. They’re getting closer now, just the other side of the tree Ed and Stede are hidden behind. Stede looks up imploringly at Ed, willing him to do something, to save them. 

Ed’s worried look turns slowly into a smile, and then, as he places his hand firmly over Stede’s mouth, it becomes a smirk. Stede’s eyebrows knit together in confusion at what Ed’s doing. And then he starts to very slightly roll his hips.

Stede grips onto hips harder to hold him still, but Ed shakes his head and continues to slowly move back and forth, all the while smirking at Stede and holding his hand over his mouth. 

The torment of feeling Ed move on his cock when he knows he needs him to be still is overwhelming. Stede doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh or come or all three at the same time. He looks imploringly to Ed, who keeps on moving, slowly starting to build speed. 

The voices are still close. Close enough that if Stede were to breathe too loudly, they might well hear him. So they’re probably going to start moving away any minute. As long as they can be quiet for a little while longer, they can carry on safely. 

Ed is speeding up now. It’s still a slow pace, but he’s moving more, pulling himself almost completely off Stede’s cock before sinking onto him again. Stede tries desperately to ignore the wet sounds they’re making but the more the tries to ignore it, the louder it seems, and it’s really fucking hot. 

As the voices begin to fade away, Stede loosens his tight grip on Ed’s hips and starts his encouraging movements again, pulling Ed back and forth on his cock. 

“Lay back,” Ed whispers to him. “I want you deeper.”

Stede looks up at him for a moment before releasing he has no chance of resisting and he does as he’s told. He lays back, pulls Ed’s bag under his head as a pillow, and he watches as Ed fucks himself on his cock in that secret space under his skirt. 

Stede’s pleasure is building and he finds himself bucking his hips up to meet Ed’s each time, thrusting up into him. They’re both breathing hard now, neither seeming to care or even be aware that someone could hear them. 

Stede watches as Ed scrunches his eyes closed, and he knows he’s close now, which brings Stede even closer to the edge as well. Ed speeds up again, slamming himself onto Stede’s cock. Stede is overcome by the urge to see into their secret space so he takes the edge of Ed’s skirt and gathers it, lifting it just enough that he can see Ed’s pussy greedily taking his cock. And that’s what does it. 

The pressure inside Stede bursts into white hot pleasure and he thrust up hard and fast and releases into Ed. Ed stuffs his hand into his mouth as he also tips over the edge, doing his best to hold in as much of his usual shout as he can. 

Ed’s pussy clenches and clenches and clenches around Stede, drawing out every drop of his release deep inside Ed. Ed rocks his hips slowly back and forth as they both revel in the pleasure they’ve created together. Stede reaches for Ed and pulls him down and into his arms. 

“Fucking hell, Flower,” Stede breathes into Ed’s ear as he begins to catch his breath. “That was…” Stede is lost for words and giggles instead.

Ed giggles too. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. You’re so hot, Edward.”

Ed hums contentedly and nuzzles into Stede’s neck. 

After a few moments, Ed sits up and pulls off Stede, allowing his softening cock to slip out of him.

“Pass my bag,” Ed asks, and Stede obliges. Ed rummages inside it and pulls out a packet of wet wipes.

“Since when were you so well prepared?” Stede asks.

Ed shrugs. “Never know when you might need a wet wipe.” He lifts his skirt and is about to clean them both up when he huffs a laugh instead.

“What’s so funny?” Stede asks.

“Uh… Well. I think your jeans are a little the worse for wear, Baby.” He’s smiling as he says it, so Stede is a little surprised to see that they’re completely soaked around the fly with a mixture of Ed and Stede’s fluids. If he weren’t in the woods in a public place he’d find it ridiculously sexy. 

“Shit,” Stede says, sitting up and trying to get a better look at the mess under Ed’s skirt. “Shit shit shit. What am I gonna do? I can’t walk around in these now!”

“Hey,” Ed says. “Calm down, Baby. I told you to trust me. I’ve got you.” He opens his bag and pulls out another pair of jeans. “Brought you these.”

Stede stares at him open mouthed. “You… You’ve brought a pair of my jeans?”

Ed smiles proudly. “Yep. So lemme just clean us both up and you can change into these.”

Stede shakes his head incredulously. He watches as Ed carefully wipes them both clean with the wet wipes, collecting the used ones into a plastic bag he produces from his messenger bag. 

“Edward?” 

Ed looks up from his task. “Mm?”

“Edward? Did you have all this planned?”

Ed tries to fight a smile but Stede can see it at the corner of his lips. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“Edward. Tell me. Did you plan this?”

“Would it be a problem if I did?”

Stede thinks about it for a moment. Would it? He’d expected the answer to be yes. He likes his routine. He likes his plans to stay as they are. He doesn’t like things changing without prior notice. He doesn’t like it when people keep things from him. 

But… This whole thing has been one of the most exhilarating experiences of his life. He was scared and anxious and so fucking turned on it was unreal. 

“No. Not a problem at all.”

Ed throws a final wipe into the plastic back and seals the packet. “You sure?” 

Stede nods, then pulls him in for a kiss. It’s slow and intense and so full of love that Stede feels he might burst with it.

Ed wraps his arms around Stede and they hug for minutes. 

Eventually Stede asks, “Do you still want to get lunch? I think we might have missed our reservation.”

Ed grins. “Actually, how about we go back to mine and order something. I wanna cuddle.”

Stede smiles widely. “That sounds perfect. Let’s do that.”

With a groan for his poor knee, Ed gets to his feet, throwing the clean jeans over Stede’s crotch to hide his spent dick. “And then maybe later I could fuck you?”

Stede huffs a laugh. “I’d love that, my Flower.”