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Steve knocks nervously on the door to Eddie’s trailer. He wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans, wondering where these jitters were coming from. It’s not exactly the first time the two had hung out and smoked before.
In fact, the two of them had been doing more than just smoking weed together lately.
After Vecna he and Eddie had danced around each other for months. They started to see each other more and more - initially when Steve would give the kids a ride to Hellfire Club.
Eventually Steve actually stayed for a couple of games to see what the fuss was all about. He still didn’t entirely get it, and they hadn’t yet managed to convince him to actually play - the rules still confused him. He just found he really liked watching Eddie, how expressive and animated the other boy was while spinning his stories out for the group.
Eddie would also hang out at Family Video, coming to visit Steve and Robin and entertain them during lulls between customers. The three of them would hang out after work, watch movies and get high or drunk. Then it got to be just the two of them, Eddie and Steve. Eddie introduced Steve to the metal and rock music he loved so much, Steve listening as Eddie played guitar, Eddie listening as Steve bitched about his family and his not-so-great love life.
Steve had found another close friend in Eddie, much like he had with Robin. However there were some pretty significant differences.
Steve had felt his heart racing every time their fingers brushed or those brown eyes would catch his. Everytime Eddie laughed Steve wanted to hear more of it. He kept catching himself staring sometimes, mesmerized by the quirk of Eddie’s lips, and those slender hands covered in rings and occasional black nail polish. How Eddie’s smile lit up his whole face sometimes. Steve wanted to run his fingers through those frizzy brown curls and feel if they were as soft as they looked.
These kinds of thoughts kept sending Steve’s brain spiraling. He’d never felt this way about another guy before and didn’t know what it meant. He liked girls, right? He’d always liked girls!
He had gone to Robin in a panic, who helped him come to terms with his own apparent bisexuality. Having the label helped, made him feel less like his brain was melting and more comfortable in his own skin.
Comfortable enough that when Eddie finally kissed him one night, both of them loose-limbed and giggly and high as kites, Steve didn’t hesitate to kiss him right back.
Since then there had been plenty more kisses, making out and even fooling around. It was good. It was very good. They were good.
They hadn’t talked much about it. Hadn’t put a label to what this thing they had going on was. It still felt new and kind of fragile, so Steve always chickened out before bringing it up. Every time they hung out it was terrifying and thrilling all at once - Steve hadn’t felt like this about anyone before.
He was just thinking about this when Eddie opened the door to his trailer. His curls were wild as always and he grins down at Steve.
“Hey man! Come on in!” Eddie says, waving Steve inside.
Steve enters the trailer, still feeling those weird butterflies in his stomach. He follows Eddie further in, through the general chaos that was the trailer, back to Eddie’s room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Eddie says, beginning to rustle around to find the small lunch box he keeps his stash in. “I’ll put some tunes on in a sec.”
“What more of your heavy metal stuff?” Steve asks as he sits down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, grinning despite himself. He still admittedly did not quite understand the appeal of the music, but he liked how Eddie lit up when talking about it.
“Nah,” Eddie says, finding his stash and tossing it onto the bed next to Steve. Having found the weed, he moves over to his records and begins shuffling through them. “Something a little different this time, not metal but still some good rock music.”
Steve watches those fingers deftly move through the records with what Steve could only describe as reverence. It was obvious that despite the chaos of the room that there were certain things Eddie treated with care, namely his record collection.
He eventually produces one record with a soft “Aha!” and sets about placing it on the record player. Soon music begins filling the room, a guitar riff joined by drums. It definitely didn’t sound as heavy as some of the other music Eddie had introduced him to. Steve reserved judgment until he heard a little more though.
“Alright!” Eddie says, sitting down with a bounce on the bed next to Steve and reaching for the lunch box, “Let’s get this party started, right? Got some new strains in that are supposed to be pretty good. Haven’t tried ‘em out yet.”
“Great so I’m the guinea pig?” Steve says with a laugh, taking the baggie from Eddie as Eddie reaches over onto his side table for his grinder and pipe.
“Prepare to have your mind blown, Harrington.” Eddie says, grinder in hand. He takes the baggie back from Steve and begins methodically placing buds into the grinder.
Steve sits back and watches Eddie do all the prep work. He stares at those long delicate fingers work, then rotating the grinder, arms flexing, before carefully unscrewing and placing the ground up buds into the bowl of the pipe. He finishes up and hands the pipe to Steve, smirking up at him as Steve looks up from Eddie’s hands. Caught staring.
“Guests get the green.” Eddie says with a grin as Steve takes the pipe. Eddie produces a lighter from his vest and flicks it on, holding it up as Steve brings the pipe to his lips.
Steve takes a hit and is proud of himself for not coughing as he feels the smoke fill his lungs. He breathes it out and looks at Eddie who is watching him intently. Steve grins and hands the pipe over.
While Eddie takes his own hit Steve can’t help but watch those lips press to the opening of the pipe. Plush and - Steve knows - very soft. Eddie glances up at him through his eyelashes, catching Steve staring again.
They pass the pipe back and forth a few more times, before Steve starts feeling a little lightheaded and leaves Eddie with the remainder. Steve’s mind feels fuzzy and his body feels heavy from the high. He feels like melting into the bed.
Which he does, slowly lying back and bringing his hands to lay on his stomach. He stares up at the ceiling and the posters and random magazine pages that Eddie had plastered around the walls. The music was still playing, drifting out of the speakers and filling the room along with the lingering smoke. It wasn’t too bad, Steve decided. The drums were nice.
Steve hears the clink of the pipe being set on the bedside table and the sounds of Eddie cleaning up. Then the bed shifts as Eddie flops backwards next to Steve, their legs brushing and shoulders touching.
They lay there for a while, just basking in the high and Eddie humming along to the music. Steve’s mind drifted, but his body seemed focused on the points of contact between them.
The song changes and Eddie’s humming continues. After a moment Steve felt Eddie reach over and take one of Steve’s hands, lacing their fingers together on Steve’s stomach.
Steve’s stomach that was doing flip flops again. He felt his face growing hot and wondered why he could never keep his feelings from spiraling out of control constantly around the other boy. Holding hands was tame considering some of the other activities the two had already gotten up to. Still, that point of contact, feeling their fingers tangled together made his whole body feel warm.
Eddie starts singing softly along to the music and Steve looks over, watching his lips moving.
“Just between us,
I think it’s time for us to recognize
The differences we sometimes fear to show.
Just between us,
I think it’s time for us to realize
The spaces in between
Leave room
For you and I to grow”
Eddie looks over and smiles, squeezing Steve’s hand lightly. Steve looks away, feeling suddenly overwhelmed, but squeezing Eddie’s hand back.
They drift again, lying on the bed and holding hands, Eddie continuing to sing along softly to the song. Eventually Eddie shifts, sitting up slightly.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” He says.
“Yeah?”
“You ever tried shotgunning?”
Steve stares up at him, then slowly shakes his head. Eddie’s smile grew and he sat up all the way, letting go of their hands in order to reach over for the pipe again.
“I mean,” Steve says, sitting up, “I know how it works in theory, just never done it.”
Eddie sat back with the pipe and lighter, scooting so he was facing Steve, “It’s definitely not the most effective way to get high, but it is fun.” Eddie says, lips twitching into a smirk. Steve felt his face getting hot again.
“Just relax and breathe in when I breathe out.” Eddie says, flicking the lighter on and bringing the pipe to his mouth.
Then next thing Steve knows Eddie’s gently guiding his face over and slotting their lips over one another and Steve almost forgets for a moment that he’s supposed to be breathing in but he does.
Eddie moves back and Steve exhales shakily, smoke floating from his mouth and towards the ceiling. Eddie’s smile has softened and his eyes are lidded as they stare at Steve.
Steve wordlessly holds his hand out for the pipe and lighter and Eddie hands them over. Steve takes a hit, sets the pipe and lighter down on the bed next to him and grabs Eddie’s face between his hands and presses his open mouth to Eddie’s, sealing their lips together and breathing out.
Eddie drinks in the exhaled smoke, breathing it out through his nose like a dragon. Steve giggles at him and Eddie grins leaning forward and kissing him. Steve’s still giggling a little, which isn’t super conducive to kissing, but he can feel Eddie smiling against his lips.
Eventually Steve gets with the program, kissing Eddie harder and moving his hands from the sides of Eddie’s face to run his fingers through those soft brown curls. Eddie makes a pleased noise as Steve gently tugs on his hair, moving his face to get a better angle.
Eddie hums, bringing a hand up to caress Steve’s face. His other hand runs from the pulse point in Steve’s throat down to rub against his chest. Steve leans into the touch, parting his lips and running his tongue along the seam of Eddie’s lips which part with a small noise.
They trade deep, open mouthed kisses for a while. Steve isn’t sure for how long. Time is kind of a weird soup to him right now. His head is still fuzzy from the weed and he feels drunk on Eddie and his soft lips.
Then Eddie is making a noise and pulling back. Steve goes to chase after him but Eddie is sliding himself up and over and into Steve’s lap. Steve’s hands slip down to grab his hips. Eddie grabs Steve’s face between his hands and smiles, leaning back in, “That’s better.” He breathes and proceeds to steal the breath from Steve’s lungs.
It’s so much better like this, Eddie pressed close so they’re chest to chest and groaning into each other’s mouths. Steve feels like he’s gripping Eddie’s hips so tight he has to be leaving bruises. Eddie’s thighs are parted around his hips and every once in a while Eddie grinds down into Steve and it’s perfect.
They lose themselves in the press of their bodies and the slide of their lips against each other. Mouths part and tongues get involved, Eddie fucking his tongue into Steve’s mouth and Steve groans.
Steve doesn’t realize he’s been slowly leaning backwards until Eddie presses against him just hard enough that they go toppling over, Steve now lying underneath Eddie who’s hair is backlit from the light of the room and haloed around him from above. Both of them are panting heavily. Eddie grins.
“Hi.” He says.
“Hey.” Steve smiles back.
They both giggle before Eddie leans back down, arms bracketing Steve’s face and Steve’s hands go right back to those damn hips and grab hold as they start kissing again.
It’s easier to grind against each other this way, hips slotting together just right and Steve can already feel how they’re both getting hard in their pants from everything. He moves to grab Eddie’s ass and presses down, creating delicious friction and Eddie moans loudly into Steve’s mouth.
“That good?” Steve asks, digging his fingers into Eddie’s ass through his jeans. Eddie’s eyes are closed and his face is flushed, lips puffy from kissing.
“Fuck yeah it’s good.” Eddie breathes. His hips shake a little, like he can’t quite decide if he wants to grind back down or press into the grip of Steve’s hands. His legs spread wider across Steve’s lap.
Steve presses them back together again, moving his own hips to grind upwards as he pushes Eddie’s hips down. They both gasp into each other’s mouths, their clothed dicks pressing against each other.
“Fuck,” Eddie gasps, eyes opening and gazing heavy lidded down at Steve, “Fuck Steve, I want-“ he cuts off with another moan as Steve brings their hips back together again.
“Yeah?” Steve says, leaning forward and speaking into the skin of Eddie’s throat, “What do you want, babe?”
Eddie’s lips twitch into a smile at the pet name, “God Steve I really want you to, mmm, fuck me right now.”
Steve’s brain short circuits a bit at that.
They’ve done plenty of fooling around, rubbing off on each other and blow jobs. They haven’t actually fucked yet though. Not like that.
The idea fills Steve with a terrifying sense of excitement.
Eddie seems to take the pause the wrong way. Pulling back slightly and stuttering, “I-it’s ok though, we don’t have to I know we haven’t talked about this kind of thing yet and -“
“Eds, shhh it’s ok,” Steve says, running a hand gently up Eddie’s back, “I think- I think I’d like to. I just don’t exactly know what I’m doing.”
Eddie shivers as Steve rubs his back, eyes closing briefly. “Yeah?” He says, “You want to try? You’d do that for me?”
“I think I’d do anything for you.” Steve says without thinking, face flushing as he realizes what he just said.
Eddie laughs, head thrown back and Steve is briefly mesmerized by the stretch of his throat.
“Sweet talker,” Eddie says, grinning down at Steve, “You’ll give me an ego.”
“Heaven forbid.” Steve says flatly.
“Really though,” Eddie says, “Only if you’re 100% on board with this.”
“I am,” Steve says, “You’ll just have to show me what to do. I don’t want to hurt you…”
“I can do that,” Eddie says with a smile, “And you won’t hurt me. For right now though…”
He leans back down and they’re kissing again, this time with much more heat to it. Eddie presses hard against him and Steve feels like he’s drowning, head still fuzzy from the high and his nerves making his stomach do flip flops.
Steve reaches down and tugs at Eddie’s shirt with one hand, running his other up underneath to press against skin. Eddie hums into the kiss, grinding down again before leaning back and helping Steve remove the shirt and Eddie’s vest.
The moment it’s off, Eddie is reaching down and tugging at Steve’s polo. Steve’s stomach flexes at the feeling of those fingers and the smooth, cold metal of Eddie’s rings against his skin as Eddie’s hands slip under the shirt and start sliding it upwards.
Steve sits up again, helping Eddie get his shirt off of him. Then they’re back on each other and the feeling of skin on skin is incredible.
Steve mouths at Eddie’s jawline before sinking lower, sucking kisses and small bites into the skin of Eddie’s neck and along his shoulders. Steve’s hands are running up and down the bare skin of Eddie’s back, occasionally slipping downward and grazing the waistband of Eddie’s jeans.
Eddie keeps jerking his hips forward everytime Steve’s hands slip lower. Groaning as Steve sucks particularly hard into the place where Eddie’s shoulder and neck meet.
Steve pulls away from Eddie’s neck, looking up at him. Eddie is a picture of debauchery right now, lips swollen and face pink. Eyes heavy lidded and staring at Steve with blown pupils. Steve feels heady with the thought that he did that, he’s the one making Eddie feel so good.
He finally slips his hands down under the waistband of Eddie’s jeans and briefs, grabbing him by the ass again and Eddie moans and arches into Steve at the press.
“Like that, huh?” Steve breathes, digging his fingers into the skin of Eddie’s ass and continuing to grind them together.
“Yeah.” Eddie says, breathless and panting as his hips jerk back and forth.
Eddie’s scooted up at this point, grinding himself against Steve’s stomach, but the angle also has Eddie pressing his ass into Steve’s touch and against his clothed dick. Eddie hums as he grinds backwards and Steve groans at the contact.
“Mmmm, we should- We should probably pause a sec,” Eddie says, reluctantly, his hips still moving despite his words, “Don’t want to ruin the main event.”
Steve has to fight every muscle in his body to stop from grinding up against Eddie, but he manages. He could get them both off like this and be happy, but Eddie’s right - they have a different goal tonight.
“Yeah, let’s get these off first though.” Steve says, moving his hands out from Eddie’s jeans and shifting them to the front to start unzipping Eddie’s fly. Eddie laughs a little, shimmying his hips to help Steve scootch his pants and underwear down. Eddie’s cock springs free and Steve licks his lips staring at it. Eddie notices.
“Down, Tiger.” He laughs, bringing a hand and pressing it into Steve’s hair, pressing his head back into the mattress.
Steve grins back, “What? Just admiring the view.”
Eddie smirks at that, and, disappointingly, gets up off of Steve in order to fully kick his pants off. Steve scrambles to do the same.
Steve shimmies his pants and underwear off, listening to the clink of Eddie removing his rings and placing them on a small ceramic bowl next to the bed. While Steve is tossing his pants off the bed in the direction that Eddie kicked his own pants off, he sees Eddie bent over and starting to rummage around in his bedside drawer for something. Steve leans over to look and watches as Eddie eventually produces a small bottle of lube and a condom. Steve stares at the items, trepidation filling his stomach for a moment.
Eddie looks up at him, eyes going soft, “You know it’s alright if you want to back out,” he says, “We can always get off another way.”
“No,” Steve says and shakes his head firmly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the bare skin of Eddie’s shoulder, “I want this.”
Eddie seems satisfied by the response and shifts so he can kiss the corner of Steve’s mouth.
“Just tell me what you want me to do.” Steve says.
“Since this is your first time,” Eddie says, shifting up and getting onto his knees, back to Steve, “I’ll take care of the prep work. You can just sit back and watch.” He looks over his shoulder at Steve, eyes twinkling. Steve swallows.
“Ok.” Steve agrees, nerves fluttering in his stomach. He watches as Eddie grabs the bottle of lube and leans over until he’s on his hands and knees.
It might be the weed, but Steve feels like he’s having an out of body experience almost as he sits back and watches Eddie coat a couple of his fingers in the lube and reach back to rub them against his hole. Eddie’s dick is still hard and hanging heavy between his legs and he sure is a sight to behold like this. Steve swallows again, feeling his dick twitch when Eddie finally pushes a digit inside himself and hums, back bowing ever so slightly.
Eddie works one finger into himself with purpose, moving his hips back against it before gradually adding a second. He’s obviously into it, and Steve wonders briefly if Eddie does this often to himself - fucking himself open with his fingers. On his bed, in the shower, getting himself off like this.
Does he think of Steve when he does?
“God you look so good like this,” Steve blurts out without thinking, or at least not thinking with his brain as it feels like all his blood is either down south or causing the flush he feels spreading across his face.
“Yeah?” Eddie says breathlessly and looks over his shoulder at Steve. He’s still working his fingers in and out of himself and his face is flushed in pleasure, “Like what you see? Thought you’d like watching, perv. Got a voyeuristic streak huh?”
Apparently he does, because he was already hard but watching Eddie do this to himself makes Steve feel like his dick could punch through diamonds right now. It’s taking all of his self control to not just start jerking it watching as Eddie finger fucks himself open, moaning as he adds a third finger to the mix.
“Yeah,” Steve says, mouth dry, “Could watch you doing this all day, Jesus, Eds. Watch you fucking yourself open for me, you can’t wait for my dick can you?”
“Steve...” Eddie says, laughing slightly, but Steve doesn’t miss the way Eddie’s dick twitches or the hitch of his breath as Steve talks. Steve gets up, can’t help himself, kneeling in behind Eddie so he can get a better look at those fingers and that arm, muscles twitching as Eddie moves his wrist to get a better angle.
“God I wanna touch you so bad right now, can I touch you?”
“Yeah...” Eddie wheezes, back bowing as he twists his wrist again, moaning at the feeling of his fingers moving in and out of himself.
Steve doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s immediately reaching forward, grabbing two handfuls of Eddie’s ass and spreading his cheeks wide so he can get a better look at how Eddie is stretched open around his fingers. Eddie’s hips shift and he moans again, the arm holding him up giving out slightly as his shoulders slump forward and he’s holding himself up by his forearm now.
“You love this so much, don’t you?” Steve says, words continuing to spill out of his mouth without thought, “Love watching you open yourself up like this. For me. You thinking about how good my dick is gonna feel?”
“Yes.” Eddie gasps, bucking back against Steve’s touch. He twitches and gasps when Steve moves a thumb over to touch where Eddie is stretched around his own fingers.
“Can’t want to feel you,” Steve continues running his mouth, “How good you’re going to feel around me. I’m gonna make you feel so good, babe. You want me to make you feel good?”
“Jesus,” Eddie manages to wheeze out, before withdrawing his fingers, “Fuck, Steve, yes. I’m good now, need you in me right now.”
“Oh god, you’re sure? You’re ready for me?” Steve asks, suddenly nervous now that it’s showtime.
“Yes I’m sure, now hurry up.” Eddie says, wiping his fingers on a discarded T-shirt.
Steve scrambles for the condom that Eddie had left on the bedspread, fingers shaking slightly as he tears it open. He groans as he puts it on, the feeling of his hand sliding the condom on a welcome relief. He snags the bottle of lube, dripping some on his hand before giving his dick a few strokes. He doesn’t allow himself to bask in it too much because Eddie is still right there, ass in the air and waiting for him.
Steve scoots in behind Eddie and guides himself into position, the moment the head of his dick touches Eddie’s hole Eddie groans, hips twitching.
“Come on, Steve,” Eddie says, “Fuck me.”
“Pushy.” Steve laughs, before taking a breath and slowly starts to push in.
Eddie is so tight around him and Steve feels dizzy. He sinks slowly further, inch after inch and Eddie just sighs under him, back bowing as he takes Steve’s dick.
Steve bottoms out moments later and has to collect himself. It feels so good, he can’t really believe he’s here right now, doing this with Eddie.
“You’re good, yeah?” Steve checks in, because he really doesn’t want to be hurting Eddie.
“S’ good,” Eddie says, slurring almost like he’s drunk. He’s got his shoulders to the bed now, arms tucked and forehead pressed to them while he breathes out, “You’re good just… Want you to move.” This is punctuated by Eddie grinding back on Steve’s dick, causing them both to moan.
“Ok, ok,” Steve says, head spinning, “Moving, got it.”
He experimentally pulls out and then moves back in, slowly working his hips back and forth as he makes a few shallow thrusts. He’s still worried about hurting Eddie, but he shouldn’t have bothered because next thing he knows, Eddie is whining and pushing his hips back hard.
“Come on, Steve, M’ not gonna break,” Eddie says, pushing back hard again and grinding himself down on Steve’s dick, “Now fuck me like you mean it!”
Well when he puts it like that…
Steve pulls out almost all the way and slams his hips back down again and Eddie keens below him. Steve does it again, and Eddie’s gasp is punched out of him.
“Fuck! Ah! There you go, Steve.” Eddie says, biting his lip as Steve presses in again.
Steve proceeds to set a brutal pace, gripping Eddie’s hips and pounding into him, watching as the other man writhes underneath him. Eddie is so expressive like this, it makes Steve’s head spin watching him. Back bowed, arms reaching out and clenching in the bed sheets, head pressed sideways in the mattress with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open.
Eddie keeps meeting Steve’s thrusts, pressing back again and again, grinding himself back when Steve pushes in, moaning loudly when Steve must be pressing against his prostate. Steve starts to chase it until he finds the right angle and is wrenching gut-punched “Ah!”’s out of Eddie’s lips every time he pushes back in.
“God, Eds you feel so good,” Steve says, mouth starting to work again without his brain’s consent, “So tight around me, taking my dick so well right now, look at you, Jesus. Like you were made to sit on my cock.”
“Fu-ucck.” Eddie moans.
“You feel so good,” Steve repeats, because it needs repeating, “You feel it, huh? Love having my dick so deep inside you like this?”
“Yeah,” Eddie manages to gasp out, “Feels so good- ah! Steve, right there!”
Steve pushes in hard again, just at the right angle and Eddie bucks underneath him.
“Could make you come just like this, couldn’t I? Without even touching your dick.” Steve says and Eddie sobs as Steve pushes back in hard again.
The sounds of them fucking fill the room, the music having stopped a while back. Now all Steve can hear is the slap of skin on skin, Eddie’s loud moans and the sound of Steve’s heart racing in his head.
Eddie is still clenching his hands in the bed sheets every time Steve fucks into him, like he’s looking for some way to ground himself. Steve leans over and reaches out without thinking and grabs one of Eddie’s hands in his. Laces their fingers together.
The new angle makes them both pause for a moment and groan, Steve now pressed solidly along Eddie’s back. They take a moment to collect themselves, both of them sweaty and breathing hard. Steve can feel the way Eddie’s chest moves with each breath and wonders if Eddie can feel how fast Steve’s heart is racing.
Steve begins moving again and sucks kisses into Eddie’s shoulders and the top of his spine. Eddie is clenching onto his hand like a lifeline now, as Steve presses against him, fucking Eddie into the mattress.
Steve can feel himself getting close now, feels the pressure building and getting ready to snap.
“Fuck, Eddie, I’m really close, are you close?” Steve says into the skin of Eddie’s back.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, “Yeah, I’m almost - ah! Touch me, Steve, need you to - mmmm! Touch me…”
“Shh, yeah, I got you.” Steve says, using his other hand to reach down and fist around Eddie’s leaking cock. Eddie’s been steadily dribbling precome onto the bedsheet and as Steve wraps his fingers around him, Eddie sobs into the bed, jerking his hips down and then back onto Steve’s dick again.
It doesn’t take very long, Steve pumping Eddie’s cock a few times before Eddie is crying out and spilling over Steve’s hand and the bedsheets below. Eddie clenches around Steve as he comes and it’s almost enough for Steve but that pressure is still building in him and he fucks into Eddie one more time as Eddie all but collapses into the bed.
Steve pulls out, not wanting to overstimulate Eddie post-orgasm. Eddie is panting heavily into the pillow in front of him and they’re still holding hands. Steve feels his heart stutter in its heavy pounding as he stares at their interlaced fingers.
He regretfully lets go, Eddie making a small noise of protest, but Steve needs to get this condom off and he’s still so close…
Steve ties off the condom and tosses it towards a trash can in the corner of the room, not really noticing if he makes it in or not. Eddie twists around in the bed until he’s facing up towards Steve. Eddie’s still breathing hard and coming down from his orgasm and Steve’s on his knees above Eddie. Steve starts pumping his fist around his cock.
Eddie is a sight to behold right now, flushed and chest heaving. His eyes are blown and his mouth is still hanging open as he catches his breath. His hair is in total disarray, curls sticking up every which way. He looks absolutely wrecked.
“Fuck, you should see yourself right now.” Steve breathes, fist moving up and down as the pressure keeps building and building.
Eddie laughs quietly, reaching out and running his hands up and down the outside of Steve’s thighs as he watches Steve jerk himself off. Steve can barely hold it together under that intense gaze.
“You gonna come for me, Stevie?” Eddie smiles lazily up at him.
“Eddie, God you’re so–” Steve cuts off, biting his lip for a moment.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, “I’m so…?”
“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Steve breathes out, going warm all over and the pleasure is pooling deep below his navel, “Fuck I love you so much.”
It’s with those words on his lips that he comes, painting streaks across Eddie’s chest and stomach.
Eddie is still stroking his hands up and down Steve’s thighs as he comes back down to earth. Steve takes a few seconds to catch his breath before he collapses down onto the bed next to Eddie.
They lay there like that for a moment, both still coming down. Eddie reaches over and grabs Steve’s hand again. Steve gives it a squeeze.
Eddie eventually leans over, and Steve looks over at him, “That was good,” Eddie says, smiling at him so softly that Steve feels like his chest is going to burst again.
“Yeah,” Steve manages to say, “Yeah it was…”
“We should definitely do that again.” Eddie says. Steve laughs.
“Yeah we should. I would like that.” Steve says.
Eddie’s still smiling that soft smile, “Hey.” He says, scooting closer and reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair out of Steve’s eyes.
“Hmm?” Steve asks.
“I love you too, Steve.”
Steve’s breath catches and his mind whips back to the fact that yes he did just confess that he was in love with Eddie in the throes of orgasm and yes he had meant it and oh god Eddie loves him too–
“Yeah?” He croaks out.
Eddie smirks, “Yeah.”
Steve feels a small squeeze from where they’re both still holding hands and he squeezes back. His heart is thudding and he feels warm all over again. Is it possible to be so happy you spontaneously combust?
“I know we haven’t really, yanno, talked about things but,” Steve says, “You want to be my boyfriend?”
Eddie looks at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Steve’s face falls.
“What?!” Steve demands, “It’s a perfectly legitimate question!”
Eddie is still laughing at him and Steve reaches over and smacks him on the shoulder with his free hand.
“Ow!” Eddie says through giggles, “Ok, ok! Yes, Steve Harrington, I want to be your boyfriend. If it wasn’t obvious enough.”
Steve feels himself relax, “Ok,” he says, “Ok that's. That’s good. I want to be your boyfriend too.”
Eddie, shoulders still shaking from laughter, smiles back at Steve, “Glad we got that cleared up.”
“Hey, man,” Steve says, “I just kind of like having labels on things.”
Steve thinks back to Robin helping him discover the term “Bisexual” and how just knowing it was A Thing helped him feel so much better about himself. Just like it did that time, having Eddie confirm that they were boyfriends helped something click into place inside Steve’s chest.
“Duly noted.” Eddie says, laughter dying as he looks back at Steve with a fond expression. He leans over, crossing the distance between them to give Steve a soft, sweet kiss.
“We should probably get cleaned up, though,” Eddie says, starting to get up, “I think we might be able to both fit into my shower…?”
“Ok yeah that’s. That’s probably a good idea.” Steve said.
Steve watched as Eddie got up, stretching his arms over his head and Steve got a nice view of Eddie’s lean back and tight ass. Eddie looked over his shoulder, hair all askew.
“Coming, Harrington?”
God, Steve was so incredibly, stupidly in love with him.