Eddie doesn't know how cute he is when he's stressed. He gets all pouty and huffy, and it’s adorable, and he has no idea. That’s cool, though. Jason knows, and he can clue Eddie in with his actions.

  “Coming through,” says Jason squeezing past Eddie in their tiny kitchen and taking the opportunity to btantly cop a feel of his ass.

  “Dude!” Eddie snaps, but Jason knows the right face to make to defuse Eddie’s anger. Eddie huffs (cute) and shakes his head ruefully. Jason drops his handful of empty bottles into the recycling bin.

  Jason isn’t gay, seriously, honestly, not that there’s anything wrong with that. But there’s something different about Eddie. Maybe cause they’ve known each other for so long, maybe cause Eddie’s a little girly, maybe because he’s just that cute. Whatever it is, Jason’s roommate is the one exception to his dick’s strict girls only policy, and it’s an exception he’s happy to make. On certain occasions.

  Tonight is Eddie’s 20th birthday and it might be one of those occasions. Jason went all out putting together a surprise party for him and it turned out, if he says so himself, fucking great. He organised it all himself – food, drinks, girls, even balloons and shit – and that’s impressive, because Jason is not typically an organised guy. The party wound down a little while ago, and the guests have all gone home or moved on to go smoke at Hamilton Park. Just like high school. Now it’s just the two of them, alone in their dingy apartment.

  “Y’know, you don’t need to clean up,” Jason says, “I’ll take care of it.”

  Eddie shakes his head, studiously scrubbing the oven tray Jason used to heat up japeno poppers. Jason’s genuine about his offer, although it doesn’t look like the tray really needs to be washed anyway. The poppers only burnt a little.

  “If the pce isn’t clean I won’t be able to sleep,” Eddie says.

  “I told you, I’ll take care of it,” Jason insists, “It’s your birthday. You should rex. Have another drink.”

  Eddie’s blue eyes fsh up at him scornfully, “Jason, it’s two a.m. We have work tomorrow. Today.”

  “I'm the one who actually has to talk to people,” Jason points out, “You can have a little nap in the back office.”

  Eddie rolls his eyes, “No I can't, Jason. It's the end of the financial year, and I have so much work to do, and if I start making mistakes because I'm hungover…”

  “Good point,” Jason says, leaning back casually against the stove, “I guess it's a good thing I got us the day off.”

  Eddie looks up from his scrubbing, “What?”

  “Perks of being the top salesman,” Jason grins.

  Eddie rolls his eyes, "Perks of being the owner's nephew."

  Jason ughs. He snags a half full forty from the counter and offers it to Eddie. “C’mon, birthday girl.”

  Oops. That might've slipped out a little early. Luckily Eddie doesn't seem to notice, and strips off his rubber gloves with a sigh. Jason wiggles the bottle.

  “One drink,” says Eddie.

  “One drink,” Jason agrees.

  Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep gulp of the amber liquid. Jason's cock twitches.

  Eddie looks for a pce to put the bottle. His shoulders stiffen as his eyes sweep over Jason's birthday present, still on the kitchen table where he left it six hours ago. Okay. He's gonna need a little more buttering up.

  “Tonight was fun,” Jason says, “I hope you liked your party.”

  He posts up beside Eddie, gently taking the bottle back, making sure his fingers linger against Eddie’s for a while in the process.

  “I did,” Eddie says, then, “Y’know, not everything has to be a surprise.”

  “You know how you get about parties,” says Jason, “You woulda spent the whole week worrying that no-one was gonna show up.”

  That's a touchy subject. Eddie's mouth goes tight, “Yeah, well…”

  “But everyone did show up,” Jason says, “People like you, dude.”

  “Not everyone,” Eddie mutters, “I didn't see Maya tonight.”

  Maya is Jason's test kinda-sorta-girlfriend, or at least she was until she got a bit too commitmenty and tried to make Jason get rid of the kinda-sorta. Jason gives Eddie some sad eyes, which combined with his track record is enough for Eddie to get the picture. He gives Jason's arm a comforting squeeze. His dick twitches again.

  “There were definitely a few other people missing,” Eddie says, “Like, Becky Fineman wasn’t there.”

  “Becky went to college, dude,” says Jason, “Of course some people couldn't make it. Taylor Finch, Chris Werner, I mean, I'm not all-powerful.”

  He takes a sip of malt liquor. Eddie looks at him expectantly, “So…”

  Judging by his face he clearly thinks he has made a good point. Jason smiles cockily and leans in.

  “So it's a good thing I kept it a surprise,” Jason says, and holds out the bottle again, tipping the neck to Eddie’s lips.

  Eddie looks at him warily, but despite his insistence on just one drink, he opens his mouth obediently and lets Jason pour the liquor in. Just like Jason knew he would.

  “You wanna see what I got for your birthday?” Jason asks.

  Eddie's eyes flicker back to the slim box on the kitchen table. He swallows and wipes his sticky lips with the back of his hand, “Ugh. Fine.”

  Jason passes him the box, and Eddie warily unties the ribbon. He gives Jason a suspicious look as he prepares to open his gift. Jason bites his tongue, watching expectantly. Eddie takes off the lid and his shoulders sag, “Jason, no.”

  “What?” Jason asks innocently.

  Eddie gres and shoves the box at him, “No, Jason.”

  “It's your birthday!” Jason grins, “I got you something I thought you would like.”

  Eddie scoffs, “So my birthday present is that you want me to dress up like a girl and suck your dick?”

  Jason's smile grows wider. I mean, not in so many words…

  “You don't have to wear it for me,” he says, “Seriously. I just thought, y'know, you deserve something nice. You can wear it as pajamas or whatever.”

  Eddie scowls, “I don't do that, okay? I don't dress up on my own time. I only do that for… y'know. For like. When we do stuff. Did stuff.”

  Jason shrugs, “I mean, if you wanna do stuff…”

  “I don't,” Eddie snaps, but his eyes drift back to the box. Jason passes him the bottle and he takes another sip.

  “It's pretty,” Jason offers.

  “Yeah…” Eddie murmurs.

  “Look, I know I'm biased,” Jason says, “But I think you would look really good in it. And I'm serious, we totally don't gotta do anything. I just saw it in the store, and I thought it would look really good on you. So if you wanted to try it on, and then maybe show me how it looks, that'd be dope.”

  Eddie hesitates, “I really… I kinda thought we were done with this sort of thing….”

  “Totally,” says Jason, “But, y'know, I kinda fucked up.”

  Eddie looks at him warily, “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Jason looks sheepish, “I lost the receipt. So I can't really give it back.”

  “Ugh,” Eddie says, “You're the fucking worst with receipts.”

  “Yeah,” Jason admits.

  And that should pretty much do it. He leans against the counter with a hangdog expression, and it's only a matter of time until…

  “Fuck. Oh my god. Fine,” Eddie shoves the bottle at him and snatches up his present. “Give me, like, five minutes.”

  “Fuck yes,” Jason beams, “You're the best.”

  “Shut up,” Eddie huffs (cute), “And you just want to look, right?”

  “Right,” Jason lies.

  “Fine,” Eddie says. He turns to leave, stops, turns back, snatches the bottle and takes a deep swig, sms it on the counter, and storms off.

  Jason smiles to himself and takes another sip of liquor. The mouth of the bottle is still wet from Eddie's lips. He gnces around the kitchen, briefly considers cleaning up, then heads to the living room to wait.

  He's been pnning tonight for a while, since things started going south with Maya. The first few times Jason hooked up with Eddie, it was cause he had no other options. But Eddie's kind of like a filet o’fish or something. Not necessarily your first choice, but sometimes you just get a craving.

  And it's always there when you need it.

  “How do I look?” asks a soft, breathy voice, and Jason raises his head to see the person he's been waiting for all night.

  She's fidgeting nervously with her hands, wearing the present Jason bought her and nothing else. Just this little babydoll nightgown – there's some French word the salesgirl mentioned and Jason quickly forgot – and a little pair of panties, and her pale, slender legs stretching all the way to the floor.

  Girl Eddie.

  Girl Eddie was a pleasant surprise the first time they hooked up. She's more than a voice Eddie puts on, a lot more. She's more like a whole other person that Eddie sometimes becomes, and although she has Eddie’s sense of humour and cute little quirks, she also has a deep passion and fluid sensuality that Boy Eddie never would've seemed capable of. It's a subtle change and Jason wouldn't be able to expin it if you asked him to, but it's there in her voice, in her body nguage, hell, maybe in her pheromones or something. Girl Eddie is different to Boy Eddie. Sometimes Jason thinks she might be more real.

  She's so fucking hot.

  Realistically Jason is aware that Girl Eddie doesn't have the curves of a real girl, doesn't have the tits or hips or tight little pussy he’s used to. But it's hard to think about other girls when Eddie is twisting nervously right in front of him, plush lips pouting, sultry eyes glittering, skirt riding up to expose smooth creamy thighs. Her whole body is crying out for Jason's hands and mouth and cock.

  “Jason,” Eddie says firmly, snapping him out of his horny reverie, “How do I look.”

  “So fucking fine,” says Jason.

  Eddie looks away, hiding the shy smile that covers her face. Girl Eddie likes to be complimented. Jason is happy to oblige.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re making me so hard right now,” says Jason. He settles back in the couch and pats his thigh, beckoning Eddie over, but also subtly pulling his scks tight, showing off the bulge of his straining cock. “Come here.”

  Eddie's eyes dart up – it's clear his cock caught her attention – and she pouts, “I thought you just wanted to look.”

  No you didn't, Jason thinks, but he smiles and shrugs, with just the right amount of sheepish innocence.

  “Baby, now that I've seen you like this, I'm gonna have to jerk off,” he says. Eddie gives him a withering look and Jason ughs, “Hey, I'm just being honest. You're too fucking sexy, I gotta do something about it. The question is… do you wanna join me?”

  Eddie scoffs and looks away again, but Jason can see by the pink in her cheeks that she is very pleased with his dispy.

  “You're such a creep,” she says.

  “Come on, baby,” says Jason. He pats his p again, beckoning her to him, “You know I need you.”

  Eddie sighs, but she can't stop her lips from curling happily. She straightens her dress and walks towards him, eyes hooded and gleaming. Her face is feigning reluctance, but her hips are swaying.

  “So hot, baby,” Jason breathes. He takes Eddie's hand so she can settle herself onto his p.

  The weight of her ass fttening out against Jason's cock feels incredible. Her ass isn't huge, but there's enough there for Jason to sink his fingers into. Her lush cheeks spill out from the soft ce of her panties, smooth and juicy and exposed for Jason to py with. He squeezes them roughly, coaxing a soft moan from Eddie's lips.

  “Jason…” she murmurs, “You were teasing me a lot today.”

  “I couldn't help it, baby,” Jason says, “It’s been too fucking long.”

  It really has been. The past six months Jason has been occupied with a string of different women, and Eddie’s been busy too, and the timing just never worked out.

  “Mhm,” Eddie sighs as she nestles into him. She keeps her hands csped close to her chest, a dainty little package for Jason to unwrap. He wraps her in his arms and kisses her neck.

  “Thank you for my present,” Eddie murmurs.

  “You should thank Blessy Rodrigues,” says Jason, “She helped pick it out.”

  Eddie's eyes snap open, “What? Jason, Blessy was here! She was at the party!”

  Jason ughs, and strokes Eddie’s hair soothingly, “Baby, I didn't tell her it was for you. She thinks it's for some other girl.”

  Eddie bites her lip, “She wasn't suspicious?”

  “She wasn't suspicious,” Jason assures her, “Jealous, maybe.”

  Eddie sits up and looks at him curiously, “Did you and Blessy ever…”

  “Ahh,” Jason grimaces, “She's kinda, y'know. Chunky.”

  Eddie looks unimpressed, “Oh, and that's a deal-breaker.”

  Jason considers it. Eddie has a point. If he can hook up with, well, whatever you would call Girl Eddie, then why not a fat chick? Blessy does have a pretty face, and, unlike Eddie, big tits. And she probably doesn't get many opportunities to get with guys like Jason, so it’d probably be pretty exciting for her. Probably make her day. Something to think about. Later.

  “Forget Blessy, baby,” Jason soothes, “Let me give you the other part of your present.”

  Eddie sighs and nuzzles into his chest, tilting her head, exposing the tender skin of her neck. Jason moves the strap of her babydoll out of the way and pnts kisses along her neck and shoulder. Eddie moans quietly and slowly rocks her hips against him, stroking his cock with her soft cheek.

  Jacob hisses, “Good girl.”

  That's enough forepy. Jason peels Eddie’s arms apart and she wraps them around his neck. He takes the opportunity to feel up her ft little tits, then scoops her up and flips her onto her back on the couch. She squeaks with surprise, and he silences her with his hot tongue pressing deep into her mouth.

  “Mmf,” Eddie pushes him off her. He hangs over her, panting slightly, and she gives him a reproachful look. “Too much tongue, Jason.”

  “I can’t help it, baby. You make me crazy,” Jason murmurs, coaxing a pleased little giggle from Eddie’s lips before he swoops back in for more.

  They're in their twenties now, real adults, with jobs and an apartment and everything, but they make out like horny teens, like they did in that crazy furtive month before prom night. Eddie tugs at Jason's shirt and he whips it off, pressing his hot body against the soft fabric of her lingerie. He can feel her hard little nipples poking at him through the silk, and he grinds his cock against her pussy. Against where her pussy would be. Close enough.

  Eddie breaks the kiss, gasping up at him, blue eyes burning with arousal. She fumbles for his zipper.

  “So,” she purrs, “Want to fuck my face?”

  Jason grins. Fuck, she's come a long way since high school. And it's tempting. But it's her birthday, and he wants to make it special.

  “Not tonight, baby,” he says, “Tonight I want to make you feel good.”

  Eddie tilts her head, confused, then her eyes widen as Jason slides his hand around, letting go of her supple ass, dragging his fingers teasingly along her soft thigh. She squirms and pulls his hand away.

  “Mm-mm,” she shakes her head.

  “Mm-mm?” Jason queries.

  “Mm-mm,” she repeats firmly. She guides his hand safely back to her ass. “Just… just give me your cock, okay? And I can take care of myself.”

  “Mm-mm,” Jason smirks, “Not that I don't love your pretty mouth on my cock, baby. But you're the birthday girl. It's your turn.”

  Eddie grimaces and tries to wriggle out from under him, but Jason's got her pinned to the couch.

  “No thank you,” she says, “You don't have to do that. I don't… I don't want you to touch me there.”

  “Baby,” Jason sighs with frustration, “Why not? You don't like to jerk off? You don't think I can do a good job?”

  “Jason,” Eddie hisses. She strains to tug herself out from under him again, but Jason doesn't let her go. “Don't make it weird, okay? Just… just let me be a girl for you.”

  “You are a girl,” Jason says, tightening his grip on her, “And you know what I do to girls?”

  “Jason…”

  “I make them cum.”

  Eddie screws up her face, “Jesus Christ.”

  “Make room, baby.”

  Eddie sighs, but when Jason lets go of her, she doesn't get up, just wiggles over enough so he can strip off his jeans and boxers and cuddle up alongside her on the couch.

  “You're gonna regret this,” she mutters, “You're gonna touch it, and it's gonna make you feel weird and gay and you're probably gonna throw up.”

  Jason chuckles as he nestles into her soft body, spooning her from behind. He gently lifts her leg so he can nestle his hard cock in between her slender thighs. She squeezes them together, smooshing his cock in the depths of her soft flesh. Fuck, that's good.

  “You gotta work on your dirty talk, Eddie,” he whispers into her ear. She lets out a little sigh and he pulls her in tighter, running his hand along her chest, her tight little tummy, down to her panties. ”And I thought we agreed this isn't gay.”

  “Mmm,” Eddie moans softly.

  “It can't be gay,” whispers Jason, “Not if you're my pretty girl.”

  Eddie’s breath quickens. Jason grins to himself. Girl Eddie is so easy. The only thing she likes more than being called pretty is being called a girl. Usually when they hook up that's all she needs from him, and she's totally happy to suck his cock and rub herself off. But, y'know, birthday present.

  Jason's fingers have reached the hem of Eddie’s panties, and he lets them dip below. She gasps. It's the first time Jason’s ever touched her there, and it's really not so bad. He was prepared for a little bush, but Eddie's actually hairless there. Maybe naturally? He rubs his fingers back and forth, pressing firmly against her, and she whimpers.

  “Are you my pretty girl, Eddie?” he whispers, and Eddie gasps out a long, shaky breath, then nods her head. Jason kisses her neck, then withdraws his fingers from her panties and reaches down a little lower.

  “Ohhhh my goddd,” Eddie whines.

  Jason has to stifle a ugh when his hand makes contact with her dick. He's touching it through the soft fabric of her panties. but even still he can feel the heat. It's so fucking hard. And holy shit, maybe Eddie really is a girl, cause she's drenched down there. She’s soaked right through her panties, and her stiff little boner is almost too slippery to get a grip on. He wraps his fingers around her and rubs his thumb gently against her tip.

  “Ahh!” Eddie squeaks and grabs his wrist, “J-Jason, that's—”

  “Shh,” Jason soothes, “I got you, pretty dy.”

  Eddie whimpers but loosens her grip on his wrist, and he starts slowly stroking her little dick.

  Damn, Jason thinks. This really isn't that bad at all. He was expecting it to feel pretty gay, and he was ready for that. He's done a lot of stuff he doesn't necessarily love in order to help pretty girls get off. But it's honestly not a big deal. He's got Eddie’s supple thighs wrapped around his cock, and her girly little moans to listen to, and stroking her in this position really just feels like jacking off. Except her dick is a little smaller. Which is kind of an ego boost, really.

  Jason keeps stroking, keeping his grip firm but fluid, kissing Eddie’s neck. Eddie’s breathing slows as she finds her rhythm and accepts that Jason isn't gonna freak out on her. Minutes pass, and before long she is moaning softly, eyes closed, hips gently rocking into Jason's hand.

  Jason picks up the pace a little, stroking faster, kissing harder, thrusting his cock between her sweaty legs. Eddie moans, but her voice sounds a little constrained. Shit. She's holding back.

  “You can cum, baby,” Jason murmurs.

  “Uhh,” Eddie gasps, “That's… that's okay, I can… I can finish… myself...”

  Jason kisses her cheek, but inside he's fuming. He could handle gay, but he's not some limp dick loser who can't get his women off.

  But saying that won't make Eddie cum. She needs to feel comfortable.

  “Let me kiss you, baby,” Jason murmurs. That should buy him some time, at least.

  Eddie turns her head, and has to wiggle a bit to get in position. Her face is flushed and sweaty but her eyes are gleaming and it makes Jason feel a little less pathetic. She's having a good time at least.

  “You look so beautiful,” he says, and she beams and kisses him.

  Oh, fucking duh. That's what she needs. It's the same thing as always, just having Jason's hand on her dick must be making her self-conscious. Eddie's not gonna get there unless Jason makes her feel beautiful and desired. Well, that's not much of a stretch.

  “You're so fucking perfect, Eddie,” Jason whispers, letting the exertion make his voice souns ragged, desperate, aching with desire, “You're so fucking sexy. Every day I see you I wanna grab you and kiss you and fuck your perfect ass.”

  He thrusts hard against her as he says it – grab and kiss and fuck – and milks her little cock for all he can. She gasps and whimpers, pumping into his hand. Fuck, she's easy. She's so close already, he can feel her throbbing, and he’s throbbing too, his own cock straining against her. Just one more little push.

  “I want to hear your sweet voice,” Jason whispers, “I want to hear you moan when you cum, baby.”

  “Oh, oh fuck, Jason!” Eddie gasps, “I'm, I'm, fuck, I'm cumming!”

  Yes, thinks Jason, fucking yes, I got you, and he feels her gush hot and wet against his slippery hand, and his job is done and he can finally let go too, jetting thick ropes of cum deep between her thighs. Her panties are gonna be fucking ruined, but it was a team effort and, man, fucking worth it.

  He sighs, long and contented, and rolls onto his back. Eddie turns over and cozies into him, all cute and snuggly and small.

  “Was that nice, baby?” Jason asks. Eddie sighs and nods. “Are you gd you tried it?”

  Eddie cranes her head up and kisses him. Jason smiles and kisses her back. Medium amount of tongue. He earned it.

  Eddie nuzzles into his shoulder, looking up at him cheekily. She seems very pleased with herself. Jason grins.

  “I think that was my favorite part,” she says.

  “Hmm?”

  “Of my birthday present,” she says, “I think I liked that part better than the outfit.”

  Jason ughs and feigns betrayal.

  “Y’know Eddie, it's fine if you don't like it,” he kisses her forehead, “But you didn't need to cum all over it.”

  Eddie giggles, “I mean, some of this is yours.”

  “Well I should get to cum on it a little,” Jason smirks, “I worked hard so I could buy that for you.”

  “Mhm,” Eddie raises her eyebrows, “Working hard flirting with soccer moms.”

  Jason shrugs, “That's what it takes to sell minivans.”

  “I'm sure that's why you do it,” Eddie pecks him on the lips, then smirks at him, “You know, you're not actually the top salesman.”

  “Pretty sure I am,” Jason frowns, “For the month, anyway.”

  Eddie shakes her head, “Marcia had that enterprise sale.”

  “In March!” Jason scoffs.

  “But it's amortized over the whole financial year,” Eddie says.

  “Yeah, well,” Jason rolls on top of her, “I’m the only one who can sell one of those fugly Cubes.”

  “Oh god,” Eddie giggles, “I still don't know how people buy those things.”

  Jason grins, “I may not be a smartie like you, and I may not know what amortized means, but…” he leans in close and breathes against her ear, “...I'm irresistible.”

  “Mmm,” Eddie agrees. She reaches for Jason’s cock and gives it a gentle tug. It's already stiffening up again. Now that he's gotten her off, her mouth is looking very inviting. Eddie smiles, “Let's go to the bedroom."

  “Yes ma’am,” Jason grins, “Gonna have to be yours though, Nick’s in mine.”

  Eddie’s smile drops, “What?”

  “Yeah, he went a little hard on the vodka,” Jason ughs, “So it's your bed or–”

  “What the fuck?” Eddie drops his cock and scrambles to sit up, “What the fuck. What the fuck, Jason.”

  “Baby, he's asleep,” Jason says. Eddie shoves him back and gets off the couch, hunched over, arms folded over her chest.

  “So fucking stupid,” she mutters, and storms towards her bedroom.

  “Eddie,” Jason starts, but she's already gone. Jason sits back and sighs.

  Well, fuck, he probably should've expected that. But Jason’s not an idiot, alright? He wouldn't be jacking off his roommate in the living room if there was actually a chance his buddy was gonna wander in looking for a gss of milk and a bedtime story. When Nick gets wasted he's out cold, and Eddie went to enough post-game parties with him to know that. And what's the worst case scenario, anyway? Nick walks in and sees two dudes making out. Holy shit, call fucking CNN.

  By the time he's dressed Jason's cooled off a bit. He flips the couch cushions – he’s not a total slob – and heads to Eddie’s room to check that he's okay.

  “Hey,” he says, “You good?”

  Eddie looks up from the bed. He's conspicuously reading a book, wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweats. The lingerie is nowhere to be seen.

  “Yeah,” he says, “I'm fine. Sorry I freaked out.”

  “That's cool,” Jason leans against the doorframe, “I shoulda told you Nick was sleeping over.”

  "It's fine,” says Eddie, “Thanks for the party.”

  “Yeah, no problem,” says Jason.

  Well, shit. Girl Eddie is gone for the night, and if this is anything like their st fight it's gonna be at least a month before Eddie’s ready to bring her back. That would've been good to know before she started grabbing his dick.

  Jason drums his fingers against the doorframe. Eddie is back to reading his book. His face is stony serious, and if it wasn't for the hickeys you wouldn't know anything had happened. Jason sighs.

  “I heard some people went to Hamilton Park,” says Eddie, looking up from his book, “If you're not tired.”

  “Yeah,” says Jason, “I heard that.”

  “Blessy might be there,” says Eddie.

  Jason holds his gaze, but for once tonight, Eddie is unreadable.

  When Blessy was walking him through their selection, she asked who Jason was shopping for, and when he said my mom, she ughed pretty hard. Definitely easy to please.

  Plus big tits.

  “You wanna come?” Jason asks.

  Eddie wordlessly holds up his book.

  “Alright,” Jason shrugs, “I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Happy birthday.”

  “Yeah. Thanks, man.”

  Jason closes the door behind him. Eddie had a good time tonight. Jason did good. He's not an asshole.

  Blessy’s gonna have a good night too.