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Steve felt so hot, he thought he was going to melt. Pleasure bloomed all across his body, from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. Whoever was currently making their way down his chest with their tongue certainly knew exactly what to do to make Steve fall apart. The cold sting of metal on his bare skin made him hiss, which soon turned into a moan.
So they had a tongue piercing. Interesting.
Eventually the mysterious lover made their way down to Steve’s aching hard on, their breath warm against it.
“Baby, please…” Steve said, his voice strained. A wet heat engulfed his cock so suddenly he cried out, his back arching off the bed he was being pressed into.
“You like that, honey?” a voice said, no longer around his dick but instead giving small kitten licks to the head. It was a familiar voice, but one Steve couldn’t quite place.
“Yes, God, yes,” Steve said. He brough a hand down to tangle in their hair. It was soft against his palm. Kisses began to be trailed up his stomach, then his chest, and eventually his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head as a hickey was sucked into the spot just above his left collarbone.
“You’re such a good boy, Stevie. My good boy.”
Steve whimpered at the praise. He had to see who this sex deity was. He opened his eyes to see a familiar mop of unruly dark hair. Lips detached from his neck and big brown eyes met his own. Eddie Munson was smirking at him, like the little shit he was.
“What’s wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?” he taunted.
Then, Steve’s phone rang, startling him awake and bringing an end to his dream. He shot up in his bed, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. He felt disoriented and his face felt like it was on fire. He had a raging case of morning wood, which was to be expected after a dream like that, but he was still caught off guard. Did he really just wake up from a sex dream about Eddie goddamn Munson? Sure, they had gotten a lot closer the past few months than he ever thought they would, fighting and defeating the evil telekenetic overlord of the Upside Down turning out to be some sort of sick bonding experience. Trauma bonding, Robin called it.
Before everything had happened, Steve never gave Eddie a second thought, and he’s sure Eddie felt the same way about him. Now they could safely and securely call each other friends. Steve would go over Eddie’s trailer after work some nights to smoke with him, Eddie would loiter around Family Video if he wasn’t doing anything better, and the two of them would jokingly complain about how much of a handful the kids were.
There was one night at Eddie’s where all Steve could think about was kissing him. They were watching a horror movie, Eddie’s favorite, and the rocker’s big eyes were glued to the screen in amazement as if it was his first time watching and not his sixteenth. Something about the way Eddie looked caught Steve’s attention. His lips, which looked way softer than they should have for how much he picked at them, were parted slightly, his tongue occasionally poking out to wet the bottom one. It was enticing. Eddie was enticing. Steve had chalked it up to the weed they smoked and the several beers they drank, and tried his best not to think about Eddie like that again. So much for that, apparently.
The continued ringing of the phone derailed Steve’s train of thought. He reached over and grabbed it, taking the base with it. He really should have untangled that damn cord. The base smashed into his knee and he cursed under his breath.
“Hell-” he started to speak, but his voice was groggy so he cleared his throat and tried again, “Hello?”
The very annoyed voice of his best friend, Robin Buckley, came through the receiver.
“Where the hell are you? Your shift started half an hour ago, dingus!” she said. Steve’s eyes widened and he shot a glance over to the alarm clock on his bedside. She was right. It read 9:30, he was supposed to be in at 9.
“Oh shit, I forgot to set the alarm,” he said. He leapt out of bed, taking the phone with him. His uniform shirt laid in a wrinkled heap on the floor. Crossing over to his dresser he pulled out a pair of tan work jeans, slipping them on over his boxers. He hissed as the tight material started to constrict his erection that unfortunately was still going strong.
“You are so lucky Keith isn’t in today, or your ass would be grass, Harrington,” Robin said, sounding smug, like she was enjoying hearing her friend panic and scramble.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steve muttered. “I’ll be there in ten.” He hung up the phone and tugged his shirt on, trying his best to smooth out the wrinkles.
His eyes drifted over to a vest that he still had for some reason. The vest Eddie gave to him in the Upside Down, ‘for his modesty’. He should probably return it eventually. Eddie must have either forgotten about it or stopped caring, because he hadn’t said a word about it in the months since he leant it to Steve. His legs seemed to move on their own, taking him over to where the vest sat on the floor. He picked it up and brought it up to his nose. It smelled like Eddie. How did it still smell like Eddie, after all the running around and sweating Steve had done in it? More importantly, why did the smell of Eddie make Steve feel giddy? What the hell had that dream done to him?
Before he could give it any more thought, he remembered he was late. He flew out of his room like a bat out of hell, nearly tumbling down the stairs in the process. His mother sat at the kitchen table, reading glasses perched on the end of her slender nose, newspaper open in her hands. She jumped at Steve’s sudden entrance, then rolled her eyes dismissively.
“Honest to goodness, Steven. Slow down before you break something,” she said. Steve knew she wasn’t referring to his bones, but rather something in her precious house, the one she definitely cared about more than she cared about him.
“Sorry, Ma, but I’m late for work,” he said, regretting it as soon as he saw his father on the couch, face twisted into a grimace.
“Can’t you do anything right, boy? What good is an alarm clock if you don’t use it?” he said. He snatched the tv remote off the coffee table and began to flip through the channels.
“Sorry, sir,” Steve said, his voice sounding small in his own ears. He went to the pantry and grabbed a poptart, knowing that if he didn’t put at least something in his stomach soon, he’d start to feel nauseous within the hour. As he made his way to the front door, his dad spoke again.
“Don’t forget, your mother and I are going to see your grandmother to help her move into that new facility. Our flight leaves at 3. Shouldn’t be gone for more than a week,” he said.
Steve wanted to jump for joy. They would be gone by the time he got out of work. He was already looking forward to the days he’d get away from them.
“Alright, hope you have a good trip,” Steve said, hoping neither of them picked up on his insincerity.
“Mm. No parties, no girls over, and no touching my booze,” his father said sternly.
His mother chimed in with, “Don’t forget to water my garden! And keep the pool clean!”
“Will do, bye,” he left before the conversation could continue any further. Talking to them for even a few seconds was incredibly draining. He would much rather be at work, on his feet for hours, than at home with them.
The car ride to work was spent thinking about how he was going to go about mentioning the dream to Robin. He had to talk to someone about it, and Robin was the person he trusted the most. Other than Dustin, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t really be appropriate to discuss his sex dream with his underage friend/son figure. Especially not when it involved someone that Dustin idolized. Hopefully Robin would have some advice or words of wisdom for him.
Family Video was dead when he arrived, Robin sitting on the counter, swinging her legs and boredly blowing bubbles with her mint gum. Her face lit up when he came through the doors. The joy was infectious and soon Steve was smiling as well.
“My lord,” Robin said, bowing.
“My lady,” Steve returned, curtsying. The two of them laughed together. Steve hopped over the counter and unwrapped the pop tart he had grabbed. Robin reached over and snatched one from the pack, taking a huge bite out of it.
“Thank god, I’m starving,” she said.
“So am I,” Steve said, holding the other one away from her so he could enjoy it. There was a stack of videotapes next to him almost two feet high. “Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah, I left those for you to put back. Be grateful, mine was twice that height.”
Steve sighed, but grabbed the first few tapes from the pile and left the counter to reshelve them. As he put them back on the shelf he shouted out the names of the movies to Robin, who would then chime in with her thoughts (if she had seen them). It was one of the little things they did to keep them both from going insane with boredom. Working at a video store wasn’t exciting in the least, but hey, a job is a job and money is money.
“The Thing?”
“Makes me throw up every time. Sick as fuck, though.”
“The Shining?”
“I want to marry Shelley Duvall. I could make her so happy.”
“The Evil Dead? If I have to shelve one more movie that starts with ‘The’, I’m gonna scream.”
“Oh, Eddie’s been bugging me to watch that for weeks now.”
Steve’s heart started racing at the mention of Eddie’s name. This was it. The perfect opening. A natural segway. Steve took a deep breath in.
Here goes nothing.
“Uh, speaking of Eddie,” he started. He turned to Robin, who cocked her head to the side. “Something…happened.”
“Okay, thank you so much for keeping things as ominous and ambiguous as possible, assface,” Robin said, crossing her arms.
Steve tried to open his mouth and continue, but his voice was caught in his throat. He swallowed nervously, unsure as to why this was so hard to say. It’s not like Robin was going to point and laugh at him, was she? No, she wouldn’t.
Actually, she could be a bit of an ass, so maybe she would.
“I, um, I had a…dream. About Eddie,” Steve said.
One of Robin’s eyebrows rose up, nearly hitting her hairline. She looked confused.
“Uh, okay? I did too a few weeks ago. It was weird, we were in a cornfield, and our skin was fucking orange. You were there, but your skin was green, and you only had one a-”
“It wasn’t one of your weird ass fantasy dreams, okay? It was a sex dream, Robin,” Steve interrupted. It felt like his stomach had dropped out of his ass. “I had a sex dream about Eddie fucking Munson.”
The girl’s jaw dropped with such force that Steve thought it was going to unhinge. Her eyes were wide, almost comically so, like the painting Steve’s mom had hung up in their living room. It was a Margaret Someone-Or-Other, Steve couldn’t quite remember. With each passing second, Steve began to feel more and more like he wanted the ground to open up beneath him and swallow him whole. The silence felt so daunting. Eventually, he snapped.
“Could you say something, please? I’m kind of freaking out over here and was hoping my best friend would be of some help!”
Robin’s mouth snapped shut and she shook her head lightly, snapping herself out of her apparent daze. She wordlessly walked around the counter and up to Steve. He instinctively flinched, but was pleasantly surprised when Robin threw her arms around his midsection in a crushing hug. It took him a few stunned seconds to return it, his arms wrapping around her. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t have to. The simple act of affection made Steve’s eyes get misty. He tightened his grip on her, and she did as well.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that,” Robin muttered into Steve’s chest. “Scary, wasn’t it?”
Steve nodded, his chin resting on the top of Robin’s head. He wanted to speak but feared his voice would crack with emotion.
“I love you, doofus. Never forget that,” she said.
“I love you too,” Steve said. His voice wobbled slightly.
The two of them broke apart. Robin reached up to wipe away a tear that had slipped past Steve’s bottom lashes and rolled halfway down his cheek. He smiled at her, and she smiled at him.
“So, I don’t know if I’m gay, but I know I’m definitely not straight,” Steve said.
“Hm, what would have given you that impression?” Robin said, punching him lightly on the arm.
“Shut up,” Steve said, with no real bite. “It isn’t even the fact that I had a sex dream about a dude that’s freaking me out. Like, it’s a little bit of that, but mainly it’s because it’s Munson. Of all people, why him?”
“Because he’s a good person. He’s sweet as sugar with your little brats, he’s always making everybody laugh. I’ve seen the way you look at him, I was just waiting for you to say something first,” Robin said.
Steve sputtered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “W-What? How the hell do I look at him?”
“Like how you looked at me when you first started at Scoops. When we first met. Before you knew the real me,” she said, one corner of her mouth lifiting up. “Whenever he pokes fun at you or teases you, you always snap at him to cut the shit, but the blush on your cheeks is a dead giveaway. It sells you out, dude.”
This whole time, Steve never realized the impact Eddie had on him. Jesus, talk about oblivious. Looking back on it, Robin was right. Every time Eddie would call him pretty boy, or mess up his hair that took ages to perfect, something would stir deep in his gut. He would always push the feeling down and ignore it, but after that dream, he didn’t think he could anymore.
He also didn’t think he wanted to.
“Well, it’s not like I have a snowball’s chance in hell with him anyway. I don’t even know that he’s into guys, and in this shithole town, that’s not just something you go around asking people unless you’re looking for a mouth full of fist,” Steve said dejectedly.
“Oh, he’s definitely into guys,” Robin says definitively.
“What? He told you?”
“Not explicitly, but I know what the handkerchief in his back pocket means,” she said. “My cousin taught me, and he’s gay.”
Steve’s never seen Eddie without the black handkerchief in his pocket, but he had no idea how that could say anything about his sexuality. He was beyond confused.
“What the hell are you talking about? Is it not just a handkerchief?” Steve asked. Robin shook her head.
“To most people it would be, but to gay men, it’s a code. A secret code to safely identify each other and what they like in bed. The colors and placements all have different meanings. It’s really intricate shit.”
“Buckley, I swear to god if you’re just pulling this shit out of your ass, I will lay you out right here, right now,” Steve said. Robin simply scoffed.
“Oh please, you wish you could take me. I’d rip you to shreds and you know it, Harrington. I’m telling the truth. Scouts honor.”
“You were a girl scout?” Steve asked, scrunching up his nose.
“God, no. But I’m not lying to you. I wouldn’t do that,” she said. Steve felt hesitant, but eventually he nodded. It was true, they’d been through too much together for her to ever lie to him, or vice versa.
“Okay, Miss Hankie Expert, what does his mean, then?”
Robin’s face broke into a shit-eating grin and she bounced excitedly on her heels. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of this.
“Well, black means he’s into S&M. That’s-”
Steve cuts her off. “I know what it is, Robin, I don’t live under a rock.”
“Right. Black means S&M, and it’s in his left pocket, which means he’s a top. He does the fucking,” Robin explained. Steve tried to keep his cool, but now that the idea of Eddie being a fucking S&M top was rattling around in his head and making the front of his jeans feel tight.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t know what to do with this information,” Steve said.
“Take a trip to Poundtown, that’s what you need to do. Preferably with Eddie. I think you two would be great together,” Robin said.
“Robin!”
“Steve! C’mon man. You like him. I know you do. I can feel it in my gay bones,” Robin said.
“Bones can’t be gay, Robin.”
“I’m gay, and I’ve got bones. Therefore, my bones are gay. Deal with it.”
Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed more tapes from the pile. Robin immediately took them from his hands and placed them back on the counter. He tried to pick them up again, only for her to do the same exact thing, this time with more force.
“Eddie’s free tonight. You should hang out with him,” Robin said, winking when she said hang out.
“L-Like just me and him?” Steve stuttered out.
“I would absolutely come and be your wingwoman, but I can’t. I may or may not have a date tonight,” Robin said, whispering in spite of the store being empty.
“Holy shit? Vickie? Finally, dude! I don’t know how much more of your pining I could take!” Steve said, putting a hand on Robin’s shoulder. He pulled her in for a hug. She started to squirm eventually she pushed him away.
“I could say the same about you and Eddie, buttmunch.”
Steve nodded and threw his hands up in defeat. “Touche.”
“Anyways, it’s not Vickie. She’s got a boyfriend, remember? It’s this girl Melissa,” Robin said. Steve tried to think if the name rang a bell, but it didn’t.
“Melissa who?”
“Newsom. She comes in here a lot, but seemingly never when you’re here. She always smells like a bakery, and her hair is always so pretty. She’s got the cutest smile and she loves action movies. We’re actually going to see one tonight.”
Before she could explain further, the front door’s bell rang, and none other than Eddie Munson strolled in the store. Steve’s breath caught in his throat when he saw what Eddie was wearing. It was one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts, except this one seemed a size too small. The white fabric clung to his chest and left his entire belly button exposed. Steve was transfixed by the light trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans.
“Nice shirt, Munson,” Robin chuckled. She gave Steve a small nudge with her foot so he would stop staring.
“My uncle usually does the laundry but he’s out of town on vacation for a few days with his new lady friend, so now I’ve got this,” Eddie said, holding his arms out and giving a little twirl. Steve couldn’t help but look at how the jeans hugged his ass. He also noticed that fucking handkerchief, and could feel himself getting horny.
“It looks like you accidentally put on Henderson’s shirt,” Steve joked, trying to distract himself. Eddie chuckled.
“Right? I’m just hoping I don’t get tan lines,” he said, patting the exposed skin of his stomach. If he kept inadvertently bringing attention to all the sexiest parts of his body, Steve was probably going to explode. Or implode. Whichever happened first. “So what were my two favorite little video store vixens up to?”
Robin rolled her eyes and Steve blushed.
“Nothing much,” Robin said, “Just telling Steve about my date with Mel tonight.”
Eddie’s eyes lit up and he seemed more excited than Robin was.
“Oh, hell yeah! Can you believe it, Stevie? Buckley’s got more game than the both of us. It’s like she’s in the major leagues and we’re on the damn bench.”
Steve cocked his head. “You knew? You told him before you told me?“ He wasn’t as offended as his tone made it seem.
“He gave me a ride to work this morning, and I hate long stretches of silence, so I told him. Get over it, Harrington,” Robin said. She patted Steve on the shoulder and leaned in close till her lips were inches from Steve’s ear. “Ask him, pussy!” With one last wink, she slipped away to the employee bathroom, leaving Steve and Eddie alone together.
Neither of them spoke, but the silence never felt uncomfortable. Steve logged videos into the computer system while Eddie browsed the horror section. His tongue poked out of his mouth slightly as his eyes scanned the various covers. It was so adorable. It really pissed Steve off.
The metal head seemed to have found a movie he liked, because he bounced up and down slightly and grabbed it like if he didn’t do it quick enough it would be taken from him. He walked over to the counter with a big smile on his face. Twin dimples decorated his cheeks, his big brown eyes shining. Steve wanted to grab his face and smother it with kisses. This was getting ridiculous.
“I’d like to rent this fine piece of cinema, please.”
“Gremlins?” Steve asked, holding up the tape. He remembered Max coming in a few weeks ago and renting it to watch with El during their weekly sleepover.
His tone was teasing, and thankfully Eddie realized and didn’t take offense, putting a hand to his heart in a very exaggerated manner.
“Don’t you dare disrespect Gremlins, Stevie. How often do you see a horror movie set on Christmas? And Stripe? Top tier villain right there. Nasty little bastard.”
It was beyond endearing to watch Eddie ramble on about the movie, his enthusiastic tangent easily bringing a smile to Steve’s face.
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve haven’t seen it,” Steve said. “Would you maybe wanna come over tonight? Give me a lesson in good movies?”
He held his breath waiting for Eddie to answer. The other man pondered the question for a moment before he spoke.
“You sure your parents wouldn’t mind having a devil worshipping freak in their nice house?” Eddie said. He smirked to try and appear unbothered, but Steve could see the discomfort and sadness in his eyes.
Despite being cleared of all charges and no longer being the scapegoat of Vecna’s massacre, the majority of Hawkins still saw Eddie as a no-good heathen, Steve’s parents included. No amount of meddling and damage control from secret government organizations could fully subside the panic felt during those nightmarish few days. Eddie’s reputation would be tainted forever, by things he had nothing to do with. He was just as much of a victim as Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick were. The only difference was he was lucky enough to walk away with his life, and even that was a close call. Steve’s heart hurt thinking about how terrible of a turn things had taken for Eddie in such a short time. He wanted to wrap his arms around him tight and never let go.
“First, fuck what they think. Fuck what anyone in this stupid shithole town thinks. Second, my parents are gone for a week at least, so we’ll have the house all to ourselves,” Steve said, blushing at how it came out.
Eddie raised his eyebrows and ran his tongue over his top row of teeth. “My, my, my. Having the town freak in your house while your parents are away? Naughty boy, aren’t you Stevie?”
Steve could feel his brain short circuit and his face heat up. He felt like a water balloon that was being overfilled, ready to burst. Eddie chuckled, satisfied at Steve’s flustered state.
“Uh-, I’m-, Wha-“ Steve tried and failed to form a coherent thought, his whole body feeling fuzzy.
“Gonna finish any of those sentences, big boy?”
Jesus fucking Christ, Steve thought. I need to fuck him. Or he needs to fuck me.
“Sh-shut up, Munson. Are you down or not? I can’t keep standing here shooting the shit with you, I’ve got work to do,” Steve said. He puffed out his chest and tried to fake confidence, but on the inside he was floundering.
Eddie took a look around the empty store and whistled. “Yeah, looks real busy today. I’ll let you get to it, and I’ll see you later.” He turned around and started to walk away, swaying his hips slightly in a way that Steve thought had to be purposeful.
“I-I get off at 5!” Steve hollered after him. Eddie turned around to give Steve one last smirk and a wink, both of which sent shivers down Steve’s spine.
Suddenly, Robin’s voice chimed in from behind Steve.
“Something tells me you’re gonna be getting off again after that,” she said. Steve spun on his heel to see her now out of the bathroom and making a lewd jerk-off gesture with her still damp hand.
Steve stared at with wide eyes and an open mouth as she started to cackle, bending over at the waist and clutching her stomach. He picked up a nearby box of gummy bears from the mediocre candy selection the store had, and chucked it at her, making sure to miss but still make his annoyance known. The box hit the wall and fell to the carpeted floor with a dull thump.
“You were so flustered! I’ve never seen you like that with anyone, not even Nance. Well, heard, not seen,” Robin said once her laughter subsided.
“You were eavesdropping on that whole thing? Seriously?”
Robin shrugged and bent down to pick up the gummy bears. “I am a very nosy person. This should not surprise you,” she said, tearing the box open with her teeth and popping a few of the little bears in her mouth. “So now I’m not the only one with a date tonight, it would seem.”
“Not a date, Buckley,” Steve said curtly.
“But you want it to be, Harrington,” Robin shot back. Steve rolled his eyes.
“”Whatever, why don’t you go dry your damn hands, you’re dripping all over the carpet!” he barked.
“I don’t like the paper towels here. They piss me off. They’re itchy on my skin,” Robin said. “I drip-dry, baby!” she flicked water at Steve, which surprisingly connected with his face considering the distance between them.
For a minute Steve stood in place, eerily still. Robin raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reaction. In the blink of an eye Steve lunged at her, startling her and making her drop the open box of candy. They spilled onto the floor as Steve started to chase Robin around the store, her screeching and him chuckling evilly as he pursued her. He was just about to catch her when the bell jingled. A woman in her mid 30s, maybe early 40s, walked in and stared at the two of them with wide eyes.
“Uh, welcome to Family Video! Let us know if you need any help!” Robin said, standing up straight and putting on her best customer service voice.
The woman just nodded and scurried off awkwardly to try and find a movie. Steve and Robin’s eyes connected and the two started laughing quietly, leaning into each other.
By the time the end of Steve’s shift rolled around, a confusing mix of excitement and anxiety was bubbling in his stomach. This wasn’t the first time he and Eddie had hung out alone, but this time it felt different. He had never felt this giddy before any of his dates in the past. Not that this was a date, as much as he wished it was. Damn Robin for always being right. It happened a lot, much to his chagrin.
He started to get antsy when ten minutes had gone by and his coworker, Don, hadn’t shown up yet to take over. Don was quiet and polite, but had a tendency to be a bit late. It was only a matter of time before Keith got on his ass for it. Steve was surprised he hadn’t already. Robin wasn’t even there to kill time with, her shift ended an hour before his, and she got picked up by Melissa to go to their movie date. Steve felt hopeful for the future of his best friend with this girl after seeing the way that they looked at each other and couldn’t stop blushing. It warmed his heart to see Robin so happy. She deserved it. Maybe soon it would be his turn, if the night went as well as he hoped it would.
Dave finally showed up at 5:15 with an apologetic look on his face. Steve patted him on the back, a gesture meant to say ‘It’s no problem, man!’ and jogged to his car. When he started it up and the radio came on, the song was one that he had heard before. It was on one of Eddie’s tapes that he’d played for Steve during one of their hangouts. Metal wasn’t really Steve’s thing in all honesty, but he loved watching how into it Eddie got. He was headbanging and strumming an air guitar, eventually grabbing his real one and playing along to the song. It was mesmerizing to watch. Eddie’s energy was electric. It made Steve wonder what Eddie’s concerts with Corroded Coffin were like. They hadn’t played any shows since Vecna, but he was secretly hoping they’d start back up again so he could go. It was almost a guarantee that he wouldn’t care for the music too much, but seeing Eddie up on stage under the lights and having a blast would have definitely made it worth it.
As Steve took his usual route home he was drumming his hands on the wheel to the song, a fond smile on his face as he thought of Eddie. He drove past a liquor store, one that was owned by a woman who never ID’d anyone unless they looked fetal. In the days after his breakup with Nancy, Steve was kept well supplied with booze by her. He thought for a second, then did a quick U-turn so he could park in front of the little building. It was a little smaller than Hopper’s old cabin and consistently decked out in Halloween decorations no matter what time of year it was. Steve turned off his car and got out, giving the little plastic skeleton hanging next to the door a little high five as he entered.
“Steven! Long time no see!” the owner, Laura, said. Her eyes were kind and her skin wrinkled both from age and from excessive cigarette smoking.
“Hey, Laura! How’s Jasper?” Steve asked. Last time Steve stopped by, Laura told the story of how her dog somehow managed to get on her roof, then fall off said roof and break his leg.
“He’s doing a lot better now, bless his little heart. You’re a peach for asking, sugar. Let me know if I can help you with anything,” she said, winking. Steve gave her a friendly smile and strolled over to the wine aisle. He didn’t want to get anything too hard, so wine seemed appropriate. Wine was also considered a sexy romantic drink for whatever reason, so maybe Eddie would get the vibe he was trying to put out.
Laura made and sold her own brand of wine at the store, and it was actually pretty damn good. Steve ran a finger over the different bottles, trying to decide on a flavor. Eventually he just ended up closing his eyes and picking one at random. It was apple, which happened to be his favorite. He walked up to the register and placed the bottle on the counter. The look on Laura’s face when she saw it was her wine was one Steve wished he could frame.
“Will that be all for you today, sweetheart?” she asked, ringing up the bottle. Steve nodded. “Alright, you have a good evening, dear.”
“Thanks, you too!” Steve said. He set the wine bottle on the floor in the back of his car and set out for home.
When he arrived, he was happy to see Eddie was already there and his parents were nowhere to be found. Eddie was leaning up against the side of his van, a lit joint in between his ringed fingers. He blew out rings of smoke and let some of it shoot out of his nose, like a dragon. Steve chuckled and got out of the car, wine in hand.
“Show off,” he said, walking up to Eddie. Their fingers brushed together when Eddie handed him the joint. Steve took a small hit so he wouldn’t cough too badly. He blew the smoke out in Eddie’s face teasingly.
“Wine? Aren’t we feeling fancy tonight,” Eddie said, taking the bottle and examining the label. Their fingers brushed yet again, but this time Eddie looked at Steve and smiled softly. Steve felt his knees get a little wobbly.
“It’s good shit. The lady who owns Joyal’s makes it,” Steve said.
“Well, I can’t wait to crack this bad boy open. I’ve got the movie.” Eddie reached through the open passenger side window of his van and fished out the tape. The joint was pretty much done, so Eddie took it and snuffed it out on the bottom of his shoe, throwing the roach in his van haphazardly. “I’ve got more, don’t worry,” he said, patting his jacket pocket.
They entered the house and the lack of parental presence immediately put Steve at ease. He was already dreading their return and they hadn’t even been gone for a day. Robin had jokingly suggested that he move out and get a place with her, but the more time he spent under his parent’s roof, the more he was ready to seriously take her up on the offer. It didn’t matter that she was kidding, he would much rather live with his best friend than with parents who hardly even acknowledge his existence. Steve must have let his face drop, because Eddie picked up on it and looked at him with worry.
“Why the long face, Harrington?” he said. He put a finger under Steve’s chin and titled his head up. Steve blushed for what must have been the 10th time that day, his eyes widening. “Tonight’s supposed to be fun, right? Come on, let’s start the movie.” Eddie kicked off his shoes so he wouldn’t track in dirt, and went over to the couch. He jumped over the back and plopped down on the cushions. His legs were spread and for a brief moment Steve wanted to sit on the floor between them.
“R-Right. Should I grab some glasses, or are we drinking from the bottle?”
“Let’s drink from the bottle, it makes me feel like a trashy middle aged wino,” Eddie said. Steve nodded and set the bottle on the coffee table. He took the tape from Eddie’s hand and popped it in the VCR.
The movie started but not from the beginning, it seemed. On the screen was what looked like an indoor pool, green smoke filling it and billowing out of it dramatically. Eddie leapt up and rushed to press the rewind button.
“God damn it! Are you kidding? This part is like halfway through the movie!” he said exasperatedly.
Steve groaned. “What part of must return tapes rewound to the beginning do these morons not understand?” Eddie shook his head as the movie sped backwards. Steve looked away from the screen, not wanting anything more to be spoiled for him. He unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle and took a sip. It was a little tart, but good. He held it out for Eddie to take. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank made Steve cross his legs to hide his boner. It was almost embarrassing how easily Eddie got to him, no matter what he was doing. Him just existing in the same space as Steve was enough to make him hard.
After what seemed like an eternity, the tape was finally rewound back to the beginning. Eddie stuck his tongue out excitedly and returned to the couch. He was sitting closer to Steve then he was previously, their legs almost touching. Steve tapped his fingers against the wine bottle mindlessly as the movie’s opening narration started. Some guy, an inventor apparently, was walking around Chinatown trying to find a Christmas present for his kid. The movie title popped up and a cheery Christmas song started to play. Eddie was tapping his foot, and it made Steve chuckle.
“Is Eddie ‘Metalhead’ Munson a fan of Christmas music? I’m stunned. Shocked.”
“It’s not all Metallica and Iron Maiden for me, Harrington. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t get down to Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer,” Eddie said earnestly, not a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
Steve snorted and the two of them dissolved into laughter. He could already feel the effects of the wine, which wasn’t too surprising considering all he had to eat was one singular pop tart (thanks a lot, Robin). The weed mixed with the alcohol made it feel like Steve was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket.
After the bullshit with the Russians under Starcourt, Steve was hesitant to partake in any mind altering substances. At the time, the high prevented him from feeling scared or nervous, but once it fully wore off the dread had set in. The extreme discomfort, the fear, the unease. He was scared that if he tried anything even remotely similar to it, it would just take him back to that bunker where he had the shit beaten out of him. Eddie had been the one to reintroduce him to the experience of being high. He didn’t pressure him, simply gave him the option to if he wanted. He assured he’d be there at all times and if anything went haywire, he’d keep him safe and calm. It was such a genuine display of kindness that it almost made Steve cry. He smoked the joint Eddie rolled and it felt amazing. Being high with Eddie was so much better than being high with Robin as a method of torture. It made him feel so safe, like nothing bad could happen. He vaguely remembers giggling at every little thing and almost eating the entire contents of Eddie’s fridge. It was some of the most fun he’s ever had, just bullshitting with Eddie, stoned out of his mind.
The movie turned out to be quite good, not that Steve was expecting garbage or anything. The titular Gremlins were creepy little things, and they looked so real. They were nothing compared to the creatures of the Upside Down, but he definitely wouldn’t want to run into a horde of the little beasts. Steve would say he was sufficiently cross faded by the time the credits rolled, and Eddie seemed to be too. He would zone out occasionally, and snap back to reality with a little jolt. His eyes were red and he kept licking his lips, over and over again. Steve was losing his mind.
“I need some fuckin’ water, my mouth feels like a sandbox,” Eddie said, standing up. He wobbled on his feet a little bit, chuckled at himself, and started to walk away. Without even thinking, Steve’s hand shot out and grabbed Eddie’s handkerchief from his back pocket. Eddie whipped around and stared at Steve in confusion. “Wha-”
“Does this really mean what I’ve heard it means?” Steve asked, cutting him off.
Eddie’s nostrils flared and his eyes darted around nervously, like a prey animal frantically searching for any possible predators. Steve wanted to take it back, but he couldn’t. It was out in the open, hanging in the air, looming over them like a stormcloud. You could cut the tension in the room with even the dullest of knives. For the first time that night, Steve saw Eddie’s confidence waver. He seemed really nervous and Steve felt awful.
“What things have you heard?” Eddie said, finally breaking the silence.
Steve swallowed loudly. “That black means you’re into S&M, and left pocket means you’re a top. I heard it’s some kinda code, used by men who are-”
“Queer,” Eddie said, cutting him off. The word took Steve aback. He had only heard it being yelled at people in the halls, most often from Tommy. He himself had even said it a few times back when he was still a hair away from being a seriously terrible person. “Not sure who your source is, Harrington, but they’re not wrong.”
“She hardly is.”
“So what now? You gonna kick me out? Punch me in the face or some shit?” Eddie asked, lip quivering slightly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to someone who didn’t study Eddie’s every move thoroughly, but Steve was not one of those people.
“It’d be kind of hypocritical of me to kick you out for being queer, Ed,” Steve said softly. There it was. He didn’t spell it out exactly, but Eddie wasn’t simple, there’s no way he’d misunderstand what Steve said.
All of the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, Eddie’s posture relaxing and his face softening, no longer scrunched up like he was constipated. He sat back down on the couch, sinking into it.
“Oh,” was all he said.
“Yeah,” Steve said quietly. “Oh.”
“Does anyone else know?” Eddie asked.
“Just you and Robin. It’s not exactly something you can scream from the rooftops, especially not in Hawkins.”
“Tell me about it,” Eddie said. He put a hand on Steve’s knee and squeezed slightly. “Thank you for telling me. I won’t tell a soul, swear on my life.”
Steve smiled. “Thanks.” His smile then turned into a guilty frown. “I’m sorry for basically pressuring you into telling me, I have like no filter when I’m fucked up.”
Eddie chuckled. He didn’t seem too upset, thankfully, but Steve still felt bad.
“Don’t sweat it, Steve, it’s fine.”
Suddenly Steve shot up off the couch so he was standing, which wow, that sure was a mistake, because now the whole room was spinning. He moved way too fast for how inebriated he was. This conversation was sobering him up a little bit, but he still felt like he had just gotten off the Gravitron at the Hawkins Fair.
“No, it’s not! I made this whole thing awkward and uncomfortable, and it was wrong! I’m really sorry, I’ve just been thinking about you nonstop all day today, and for a long time before that, even though I was trying to deny it. Fuck!” Steve rambled. His mouth was moving faster than his brain, unable to stop.
“You’ve been thinking about me?” Eddie asked. Steve didn’t even have to look at him to hear the smirk in his voice. When he did look up he saw that Eddie was biting his lip and scanning his eyes up and down Steve’s body. Steve felt warm. So fucking warm, and it definitely wasn’t just the wine. “What were you thinking about, Stevie?”
Steve’s mouth felt drier than it was seconds ago. He blinked rapidly as if he was trying to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, that this was really happening.
Speaking of dreams, his mind flashed back to the one he awoke from this morning. The one that led to where he was now. As he felt himself get hard he suddenly became very aware that with Eddie sitting and him standing, Eddie was now eye level with his denim covered dick. Eddie had his legs spread and Steve could have sworn he saw slight movement at the front of Eddie’s pants. A little twitch, barely noticeable, but there.
“Well I h-had a dream last night,” Steve said in a hushed voice. “About you…”
Eddie groaned, and reached forward to take one of Steve’s hands. Eddie’s hands were a bit rougher than Steve’s. Thicker. With a gentle tug, Eddie pulled Steve forward so they were only inches apart. Eddie looked up at Steve, and it was an incredible sight. Big brown eyes, warm with affection but also dark with desire. A light blush across his cheeks. Dimples that would put a cherub’s to fucking shame. There was a bit of hair about to fall in front of and obstruct one of his eyes, so Steve used his free hand to move it away. He lingered around Eddie’s face for a second, then softly pressed his hand to Eddie’s cheek. Turning his head, Eddie kissed Steve’s palm.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and tell me what the dream was about?” he asked. His voice was lowered, smooth and sexy. Steve couldn’t help the whine that escaped his throat. If ‘big boy’ made him feel hot, ‘good boy’ set him on fire.
Now feeling emboldened by Eddie’s words, Steve lowered himself down to sit in Eddie’s lap, his legs bracketing his thighs. Eddie looked like he’d won the lottery. His hands came up to rest on Steve’s hips. “Is this okay, baby?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded, feeling delightfully woozy. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“Yes, yes, it’s okay,” Steve said immediately. “So fucking okay.”
This made Eddie smile. His hands tightened on Steve, and the places where they were touching all tingly. He never wanted to be let go.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, Stevie?”
Steve cradled Eddie’s face in his hands.
“Kiss me?”
That was all the permission Eddie needed to press his lips to Steve’s. A little gasp tried to leave Steve’s mouth but was cut off halfway through. Eddie tasted like wine and weed, and Steve was sure he did as well. The lips pressed against his own were soft, just as he thought they would be. They fit together perfectly and the way it made Steve feel on the inside was the best he’s ever felt in his whole life. All the little noises he and Eddie were making also blended together beautifully. Eddie was more prone to groaning while Steve found himself whimpering.
Something about Eddie brought out feelings of submission in him, which was certainly a new experience. He had always been the one to take charge in his past relationships. Well, sexually. Nancy was always braver and ballsier than he was. Sitting in Eddie’s lap with their lips locked made Steve wanna give up all control, because he trusted Eddie enough to take care of him and keep him safe.
As much as plain old kissing was great, Steve wanted more. He tentatively pushed his tongue forward slightly to meet Eddie’s, who sighed and leaned into it. Their kiss deepend, and as it did, both their hands started to wander. Steve threaded his fingers through Eddie’s hair, tugging lightly to see what would happen. The response was better than Steve could have hoped for, Eddie moaning into his mouth and bucking his hips up so his crotch hit Steve’s ass. He had to pull back from the kiss to moan loudly, biting his lip and cutting himself off as if there was a chance he could be caught. Eddie’s hands moved from his hips to his stomach, sliding under his shirt. Steve jumped slightly and let out a little yelp as Eddie’s fingers ran over his Demobat scars. Eddie immediately retracted his hands.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. Steve shut him up with another kiss.
“It’s alright. I just wasn’t expecting it. I don’t like to touch them, but it feels good when you do,” Steve said. Eddie pressed a kiss to his neck and returned his hands to Steve’s stomach. His calloused fingers dragged over the scars, making Steve sigh. The cold metal of the rings felt good on his heated skin. He suddenly felt Eddie’s fingers on his nipple, pinching it light enough as not to hurt but firm enough to elicit a reaction. Steve moaned and slumped his head forward and buried his face in Eddie’s neck. “Fuck, Eddie, that feels good,” he said. He bit the side of Eddie’s neck, licking the spot after. Eddie seemed to like it if another buck of his hips had anything to say about it.
“That’s all that matters to me, baby. I wanna make you feel so good,” Eddie said, voice breathy. His other hand occupied itself with Steve’s other nipple. No one had ever paid them this much attention before. Steve had really been missing out.
“You’re doing a pretty good job so far,” Steve said in a shaky voice.
“So when,” Eddie tightened his grip on Steve’s chest, “are you gonna tell me about that dream of yours, pretty boy? I’m very curious.” He licked a line up Steve’s neck, stopping right under his chin and sucking a mark there.
“I don’t really remember a lot of it, my stupid phone rang before too much could happen,” Steve said.
“Okay, well what did happen, and would you want it to happen again? For real?” Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and looked directly into his eyes. “I’ll give you anything, baby. Anything you want. Say it, and I’ll do it.”
“Fuck, Eddie. I just want you,” Steve said.
“Please don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Steve,” Eddie said. His voice was so quiet and so vulnerable. Steve frowned. Eddie thought he was just talking out of his ass, fueled by hormones alone. That couldn’t have been further from the truth and Steve was determined for Eddie to see that.
This time, Steve took a gentle hold of Eddie’s face. Eddie tried to look away, but Steve wouldn’t let him. He titled Eddie’s head back to meet his eyes, and spoke with as much emotion and sincerity as he possibly could.
“Edward Munson,” Steve began. Eddie scrunched up his nose at his full name being dropped. “This is so much more than just a hookup to me. You are so much more than that. I need you to know that, and I need you to believe it. My biggest regret is the way I used to act before I started looking after those god damn kids. I let people and their opinions alter the way I behaved. I was so desperate to be liked and to fit in that I pushed people, good people, away.”
Eddie hung on to every word Steve was saying and there were already tears forming in his eyes from the earnestness of Steve’s confession. Steve’s own eyes felt misty, but he continued.
“My second biggest regret is the fact that I didn’t get to know you sooner. That it took you being fucking framed by a nihilistic tentacled asshole for me to smarten the fuck up and see you.”
Now Eddie was crying, a tear falling from each eye and trailing down each cheek. Steve wiped them away with his thumbs.
“You are sweet, kind, and so fucking brave. Braver than you think. You prevented a swarm of demonic bats from flooding into our world. I told you not to do any shit like that, and it almost killed you, but you did it. You wanted so desperately to save a town that thought you were a monster. They didn’t know the real you then, and they still don’t now, but I do. I see your heart, and it’s beautiful. You are beautiful, Eddie Munson.”
As tears fell from both their eyes, the two men felt the world around them disappear. An asteroid could have struck the very house they were sitting in, and neither of them would have cared. They pressed their foreheads together wordlessly. Crying eventually died down to light sniffles. It was Eddie who spoke first, his voice thick with emotion.
“You are such a fucking sap, Harrington.”
Steve threw his head back and laughed, wiping the last of his tears off his face. Eddie joined him and they laughed together, Steve leaning forward to wrap his arms around Eddie’s neck in a tight embrace. Eddie’s arms snaked around Steve’s torso and gripped him like he might disappear.
“Shut the fuck up,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s neck. “I just poured my soul out to you, dick.” His tone was light, teasing.
“I’m just using humor to deflect from the fact that that was the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me. I don’t really know what to say, Stevie,” Eddie said.
Steve kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. He kissed him until his lips hurt, and then kissed him some more. It felt like heaven. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know how I felt.” Another kiss, this time to Eddie’s forehead. “There is one thing you can do though, if you’re up for it, big boy.”
The nickname very visibly had just as much of an effect when used on Eddie as it did when used on Steve. Eddie nodded furiously like a dashboard mounted bobble head.
“Whatever it is, I am definitely up for it, babe.”
“I want you to see my room, Eddie,” Steve breathily whispered in his ear.
Eddie groaned and stood up, taking Steve with him. Steve wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist with a moan. He’d never been picked up like that before, and Eddie was doing it so easily, like he weighed nothing. It made Steve feel so delicate. Usually he was the one carrying his partner, holding onto them and keeping them from falling. The reversal of roles was a nice change of pace, especially since it was with Eddie. Steve chuckled as Eddie took him up the stairs to his room.
“Green door,” Steve mumbled out, too busy mouthing at Eddie’s neck for a full sentence. Eddie nudged it open with his foot and stepped inside, Steve still wrapped around him like a koala climbing a tree. His eyes darted over to his vest on the floor, a wide smile spreading across his face.
“I’m not getting that back, am I?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve said, pretending to be oblivious. He was smiling too, so hard it hurt and his eyes were almost scrunched closed.
“It looks way better on you, princess. You keep it,” Eddie said, squeezing Steve’s ass. Steve’s breath hitched and Eddie chuckled. “Oh, you like when I call you princess?” Steve nodded with a whimper. “How about baby? Sweetheart? Honey?”
It felt like Steve’s brain was being overloaded and about to self-destruct. “All of it, Eddie. Everything you say drives me up the fucking wall.”
Eddie looked proud of himself. He walked over to Steve’s bed and let him go to fall onto it, bouncing a bit with a small oof. Steve looked up at him with big deer-in-headlights eyes, filled with want. He squirmed on the bed as Eddie crawled his way up to him. The feeling of Eddie caging him in, keeping him pinned to the mattress was intoxicating. Steve felt so helpless, completely at Eddie’s mercy. They kissed again, all tongues and teeth and desperate sounds. The tongue piercing Steve dreamed about was nowhere to be found, much to Steve’s dismay. Eddie picked up on it, breaking the kiss.
“What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”
Steve nodded. “More than okay, it’s just…your tongue piercing. In m-my dream you had a tongue piercing. It felt good…” he said, face flushed.
“Oh, baby,” Eddie chuckled lightly, “I took it out this morning. Most of the time I just forget about it but sometimes my brain gets hyper-aware that it’s there and I can’t concentrate on anything. I don’t really get it,” he said. Steve nodded in understanding.
“It’s okay, this is still good. So good,” Steve said, pulling Eddie back down and smashing their lips together. It hurt a bit, but Steve didn’t care. If anything, it felt good. Steve had never really considered himself a sucker for pain, but if Eddie was the one causing it, he could very easily see himself getting off on it. That made him think about the handkerchief. The S&M. The possibility of Eddie doing that with him. He pulled away from the kiss suddenly, catching Eddie off guard. “So, uh, about that S&M stuff? Would you ever want to do it with me?”
The way Eddie looked at him made Steve’s stomach flip. It was how a starving predator looked at its prey. Eddie looked like he wanted to consume him until there was nothing left. His eyes were dark with lust and his hands slid down to Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly.
“Steve, I’d do anything and everything with you, like I said. Anything you could ever want, but it’s not something you can just jump into on a whim. You need to have a discussion, set up rules, and safewords. The last thing I want is for you to get overwhelmed, or hurt. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I hurt you,” Eddie said, his eyes cast down. Steve stroked his face tenderly.
“What if I want you to hurt me, Eddie?”
Eddie rutted against Steve, grinding their groins together desperately. “You can’t keep saying shit like that, Stevie. I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay. We’ll have a serious talk about it tomorrow. Tonight, can you just fuck me? Please?” Steve begged. Eddie kissed him with such force that Steve slid up slightly on the bed. He felt so hot, like a melting popsicle, just like his dream. This was better than the dream, because this was real. Eddie wanted him. Eddie really, really wanted him. Steve felt like he won the lottery.
They continued making out for several minutes, slowly removing articles of each other’s clothes as they went along. Both of their shirts were off and Eddie’s jeans were unbuttoned with Steve trying to push them down his legs. Eddie’s own Demobat scars were a lot less healed than Steve’s. They were angry and persistent. Steve reached out to touch them as Eddie did with his, briefly meeting his eyes in a silent request for permission. Eddie gave it to him with a nod and a smile. His fingers ran over the marks delicately. The bats had managed to miss all of Eddie's tattoos on his stomach, which Steve was thankful for. The way the black ink stood out on Eddie’s pale skin was delectable and enticing. Tattoos had never really done it for Steve until Eddie. The other man seemed to be awakening a lot of things in him.
During one of the moments they had to stop to breathe, Steve spoke, his voice hesitant. “Eddie? C-Can I blow you, first?”
“Jesus Christ, yes. Of course you can, but only if you want to,” Eddie said. Steve’s eyes were practically glued to his hard on.
“I do, I promise, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done it before,” Steve admitted shyly. “I want it to be good for you.”
Eddie pouted his lips and looked at Steve endearingly. “Baby, it’ll be good because it’s you.”
That gave Steve the boost of confidence he needed to flip Eddie over so he was on his back. He began to trail kisses down Eddie’s surprisingly toned chest. It was like his dreams only their positions swapped. He stopped at Eddie’s stomach and bit the soft skin there. Eddie hissed and groaned. One of his hands came down to Steve’s head, petting his hair.
“You’re so pretty,” Eddie said.
Steve kissed the spot where he had previously bitten, and hooked one of his fingers in Eddie’s boxers. He pulled them down and let Eddie’s cock spring out and slap against his stomach. Eddie sighed and let his head fall back on the pillow. Steve never thought that the sight of another man’s penis would get him this excited, but boy, was he wrong. Eddie was big, bigger than Steve. Thick, veiny, with precome beading at the head. Steve leaned forward and lapped it up with his tongue, making Eddie shiver. The taste wasn’t bad, just different. Eddie’s reaction made the slight tangy taste on his tongue worth it. Steve thought about what he liked from a blowjob. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to try some of those things and see what happened. He took one of Eddie’s balls in his mouth, rolling it around and moaning. A string of curses flew out of Eddie’s mouth. His free hand fisted the sheets while the one in Steve’s hair tightened. The tug of his hair made Steve whine. He pulled off of Eddie’s balls and began jerking him off. More precome oozing from the head made it slick, his hand easily sliding up and down.
“I like it when you pull my hair,” Steve said. He pressed a kiss to the tip and smiled as Eddie’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“Duly noted, baby,” Eddie said. “Now how about you get your pretty little mouth on my cock?”
A pitiful moan ripped its way out of Steve’s throat. He obeyed Eddie and took him into his mouth. Everything about it was intoxicating. The weight of it on his tongue, the taste, the smell. Eddie’s natural musk was so undeniably masculine and it made Steve’s dick twitch. He began to move his head up and down on Eddie’s cock, like so many girls had done to his own. Honestly, this was preferable to being blown in Steve’s opinion. Every time a girl had gone down on him, it had felt good, but always a little off. Maybe it was them, or maybe it was him, but one thing he knew for sure was he loved sucking cock. Specifically, Eddie’s. He was only able to fit about half in his mouth before he started to gag, but he made up for what he couldn’t reach by jerking off what wasn’t in his mouth. His hand went up as his head went down, meeting each other halfway.
Eddie put both his hands on Steve’s head and tugged on his hair which only spurred Steve on and elicited from him a truly desperate sound, muffled by the cock in his mouth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby. You’re being such a good boy for me,” Eddie said. Steve pulled off and slapped Eddie’s dick on his tongue whorishly. He always used to think it was corny when he saw it in porn, but Eddie looked ready to explode and it just made him feel sexy. Naughty. Eddie loved it as well. He pulled Steve up to kiss him again, and Steve wondered if Eddie could taste himself on his tongue as they fought against each other.
“Am I doing okay? Is it good?” Steve asked when they broke apart.
“So good, baby. I’d love for you to keep going, but I don’t wanna cum until I’m inside you,” Eddie said. Steve whined and ground his ass on Eddie’s dick, carefully, since his pants were still on. “Why don’t you take your pants off for me, princess? Undies too.”
“God, don’t call them undies when you’re about to fuck me, Munson,” Steve said, though he still rolled off Eddie and shucked his pants off, along with his underwear. He flopped down so his back was against the mattress. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, but in a way that excited him. His dick was hard and leaking as Eddie looked at him hungrily.
“You’re breathtaking,” he said. Steve blushed, turning his head away. “You are. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re so hot Eddie. Hurry up and fuck me, already,” Steve snapped. Eddie chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
“Impatient, aren’t we? I need to prepare you first baby, or it’s gonna hurt. Have you ever been fucked before?” Eddie asked.
Steve shook his head. “At least not the way I want you to do it. If anyone had to be my first, I’m glad it’s you.”
Eddie looked up towards the ceiling, seemingly blinking away tears. “No. Nope. You aren’t allowed to make me cry anymore tonight.” Steve laughed and pulled him down into a kiss. Kissing Eddie was quickly becoming his favorite hobby.
One of Eddie’s hands ended up next to Steve’s head. He opened an eye and saw it in his peripheral vision. He grabbed it and started to take Eddie’s rings off. The skull on his pointer finger and the bat on his middle. There was a pause, and Steve removed a third, an eyeball from his ring finger. Before Eddie could question it, Steve lifted the hand to his mouth and wrapped his lips around the three bare fingers.
“Shit, sweetheart. That’s so fucking hot,” Eddie said as Steve moaned. He looked at Eddie and batted his eyelashes prettily. “You like sucking on my fingers, honey?”
Steve pulled them out of his mouth, but only for a second. “Yeah, but not as much as your dick.” He stuck them back in, getting them nice and wet.
“That mouth is gonna be the death of me, Harrington.”
Once Eddie’s fingers were sufficiently saturated, he removed them from Steve’s mouth. Steve lifted his head to try and chase after them, desperate and keyed up.
“So desperate. So cute,” Eddie whispered. “How do you wanna be, baby? On your back, like this?”
Steve shook his head and turned over on his stomach. He pushed up on his elbows and spread his legs, presenting his ass to Eddie like a gourmet meal on a silver platter. Seeing Steve on his hands and knees with his ass in the air almost made Eddie blow his load.
“Fuck, so good for me. Let me know at any point if you want me to stop or slow down, don’t try and push through it just to please me. I want this to be good for you,” Eddie said, running a hand down Steve’s back.
“I will, Eddie. I will,” Steve said breathily.
Slowly, Eddie slipped the first finger past Steve’s rim, making them both moan. Steve was tight and Eddie couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock. He pushed the finger in further to the knuckle, curling it slightly. Steve whimpered and buried his face in the pillow. After a few seconds Eddie added the second finger and began to move them apart then back together, like scissors.
“Jesus!” Steve yelped. Eddie halted.
“Everything okay, baby? Do you want me to stop?”
Steve lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at Eddie, tears brimming in his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Aye, aye,” Eddie said, continuing his movements.
“Sh-Shut u- Ah!” Steve tried to scold Eddie but a sudden burst of pleasure made him stop in his tracks. His whole body started shaking. It was like Eddie had pressed a previously untouched button inside of him that made him see stars. “What the hell was that?”
If only he could see Eddie’s wicked grin. “That was your prostate, baby boy. If you thought that felt good, just you wait. Are you ready for a third?
“I’m ready for your cock, Munson. Get a move on,” Steve said, bossy even as he’s being stretched open.
“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I really don’t think you are. Can I add a third, please?”
With a huff, Steve nodded. “Fine, just please, please hurry. I wanna feel you inside me, Eddie.”
“It’s crazy how sexy you sound when you beg, Stevie,” Eddie said. He added the third and final necessary finger. It fit in easily thanks to Eddie’s careful preparation. Steve sighed and pushed back slightly, trying to get as much pleasure as he could. This made Eddie huff out a laugh through his nose. “Be patient, baby. We’re almost there.” He crooked his fingers and found Steve’s prostate again. Steve moaned loudly as Eddie began to nudge the spot repeatedly.
“Eddieeeee,” Steve whined. Music to Eddie’s ears. He deemed Steve to be properly prepared, so he slipped his fingers out and wiped them on his discarded jeans that were hanging halfway off the bed. Steve’s impatience was definitely rubbing off. “C-Condoms are in the nightstand, second drawer. Eddie, please.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie said, running a hand down Steve’s back. He was careful with the scars that littered his skin from being dragged across the ground in the Upside Down. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to the back of Steve’s neck. Steve hummed with delight. Eddie grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore the wrapper open, and rolled it on himself. “You ready?”
Steve scoffed. “I’ve been ready,” he said, wiggling his hips. Eddie gave his ass a light slap, not enough to hurt but enough to make Steve jump. Also, moan. Filthily. Eddie would have to file that away in his mind to bring up later.
“Don’t be a brat, darling. Only good boys get what they want.”
“I’ll be good for you Eddie. Please, please, please,” Steve repeated, voice cracking with desperation. Eddie couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He brought the tip of his dick to line up with Steve‘a hole, and pushed in slowly.
Eddie’s dick felt so different from his fingers. As he pushed in gently, inch by inch, Steve became more and more grateful that Eddie really took his time to stretch him out. There was no pain, only white-hot pleasure. Eddie’s hands gripped Steve’s hips so tight they would probably leave bruises. Thinking about all the marks Eddie put on his body made Steve feel properly owned.
“Fuck! You feel so good, Eddie! Shit!” Steve moaned. Eddie bottomed out inside Steve, hips meeting his ass and fitting together like puzzle pieces. “So deep.” Even though he knew it wasn’t possible, it almost felt like he could feel Eddie in his stomach.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, baby. Wanted to make you feel good, wanted to feel you around me. It’s better than I ever could have fucking dreamed,” Eddie said. He draped himself over Steve’s back, kissing his neck repeatedly.
“Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me with your huge cock,” Steve said, sounding like a harlot starlet from a cheesy porn flick.
Eddie straightened back up and pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside Steve, then he thrust it back in. He must have hit Steve’s prostate dead on, because Steve shoved his face in the pillow and screamed in ecstasy. This made Eddie pick up the pace, desperate to hear the sound again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, dirty and deafening. Eddie’s eyes were glued to Steve’s ass as he fucked into it, watching how it jiggled every time it connected with his hips. Steve always seemed to wear jeans that showed off his shapely ass, so Eddie had always been aware of it, but seeing it move like this was irresistible. He couldn’t look away.
With each thrust, each smack of Eddie’s balls against his ass, Steve moaned loudly. He’d given up on trying to muffle them which Eddie appreciated. They were the most gorgeous thing he’d ever heard. Steve’s cock dripped precome onto the bed, not that he noticed or cared. Eddie’s ringless hand wrapped around Steve’s neglected erection and started to stroke in time with his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, ‘s so good,” Steve said. His words started to slur together and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. If he wasn’t too busy getting the best (and only) deep dicking of his life, he would have complained about his precious locks being ruined. Eddie took their disheveled state as a sign he was doing a good job. Steve looked well and truly fucked out. Drunk on dick. He fisted a hand in Steve’s hair and pulled him up so his back was to Eddie’s chest. The new angle made it so he was hitting Steve’s spot with each hard thrust. Steve’s mouth hung open, sweet little uh, uh, uh, uh’s falling from his lips, each one spurring Eddie on. “‘M so full, Ed. It’s so much.”
“You like how good I feel inside you baby? You like how I fuck your brains out?”
“Yes!” Steve cried. “Yes, yes, I love y- it. I love it.”
Either Eddie didn’t pick up on the freudian slip or he didn’t mention it, too focused on, as he put it, fucking Steve’s brains out. Steve let his mind wander as he was pounded into. Did he love Eddie? He certainly cared for him a great deal, but love? Was it too soon to tell? One thing he was certain of was that Eddie made him feel good, and so incredibly happy. He was also certain that he was going to come soon.
“C-Close…Eddie, I’m close,” Steve said.
“Me too, baby,” Eddie replied. He patted Steve’s thigh. “Flip over, I wanna see your pretty face when you come.”
“I wanna see you, too,” Steve said. Eddie pulled out so Steve could turn over in his back. His chest was flushed a pretty red that perfectly matched his face. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat at the look in Steve’s eyes. It was pure adoration. He had to lean down and kiss him passionately, or he just might die.
As their lips moved together, Steve reached down and guided Eddie’s dick back to his hole. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist and pulled him in so his cock slid back inside him. Eddie drank Steve’s moans like they were water and he was dying of dehydration.
Eddie’s thrusts were slower and more sensual than they were when Steve was on his knees. Something about the new position was much more intimate, being able to look into his eyes and see how blissed out Steve looked. With every passing second Eddie was getting closer and closer to the edge. If he had it his way, he’d fuck Steve forever. He’d fuck Steve until the sun exploded.
“You’re like a work of art, Stevie. A fucking masterpiece. You look so good on my cock,” Eddie grunted.
“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Munson.”
Eddie smirked. “You love it.”
Steve started to jerk himself off hurriedly, clearly nearing his climax. Eddie sped up his thrusts, feeling his orgasm approaching fast.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” Steve kept repeating like a mantra.
With one final scream, Steve came all over his own chest. He whimpered as stream after stream landed in his chest hair, one of them even coming close to hitting his chin. Each shot made him tighten around Eddie, which was all it took for Eddie to pull out and rip off the condom so his own load could mix with Steve’s.
“Fuck, baby!” Eddie groaned. Steve whimpered as Eddie’s come rained down on him. It felt like Eddie was marking him, claiming him as his own.
Once he was finished Eddie flopped down on his back while Steve seemed to melt into the mattress. His eyes were half closed and he had a dopey, satiated smile on his face. He looked stunning covered in come, if Eddie did say so himself. From previous experiences Eddie knew that come dried quickly and became very uncomfortable, and with the hair on Steve’s chest, he could only imagine how irritating that would be. He moved to get up off the bed to get something to clean Steve off when the other man’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
Steve’s eyes were opened now, and they looked sad. His lower lip trembled slightly as he spoke. “Y-You’re leaving?”
A sharp pain shot through Eddie’s chest. He grabbed Steve’s face with both hands and kissed him reassuringly. Steve squeaked in surprise but kissed back. They pulled apart and Steve looked calmer.
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” Eddie said softly. “I’d never leave you like that. I just wanna clean you off, honey.”
“Oh,” Steve whispered, embarrassed. “O-Okay. There’s, uh, wash rags in the cabinet under the sink.” He pointed to a door in the corner of his room.
Eddie stared at it incredulously, then looked back at Steve. “You have a bathroom attached to your bedroom?“ He scoffed. “Rich boy,” he said, with no real heat and a teasing smirk. Steve chuckled and nudged Eddie in the side with his foot.
“Shut up.”
His eyes closed and Eddie got up, taking the used condom with him to throw away. The bathroom was simple, if not a little cramped. Eddie tossed the condom in the waste paper basket and opened the sink cabinet and found a washcloth. He ran it under warm water for a few seconds until it was damp. When he returned, Steve was already snoring lightly, his lips slightly parted and ruby red from their kissing. He looked absolutely adorable. Peaceful. If Eddie had a camera, he’d definitely take a picture. He’d just have to settle for a mental picture.
The drag of the wash rag on his chest made Steve’s eyes snap open. He quickly realized what was happening and let Eddie continue, humming contentedly. It felt good to be taken care of like that, by someone he cared about so very much.
“Go throw that in the sink then come back here and cuddle me,” Steve mumbled, starting to nod off again.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, pretty boy,” Eddie said. He put the rag in the sink and joined Steve on the bed. They lifted themselves up so they could get under the covers, Steve throwing an arm over Eddie and resting his head on his chest. Eddie pressed a kiss to his hair. Having Steve there laying on him and snuggling into his side felt right.
Soon Eddie could feel himself starting to be consumed by the need to rest. He put his arm around Steve, rubbing small circles into his bare skin with his hand. Snores, louder this time, filled his ears. Steve was out like a light. Eddie took one last look at the beautiful boy in his arms, then let his eyes close.
“Goodnight, baby.”
Steve woke up once again to his phone ringing, giving him an irritating sense of deja vu. He felt something warm underneath him, and his heart soared when he opened his eyes fully and saw Eddie still in his bed, sound asleep. He must have been one hell of a heavy sleeper, because Steve’s phone was loud. A sharp pain shot up his back when he sat up, making him wince. Then a jolt of arousal when he remembered why the pain was there. He and Eddie slept together, and it was wonderful. It wasn’t another of his dreams, it had actually happened. His annoyance was pushed away to make room for the unbridled joy and happiness he felt watching Eddie sleep soundly in his bed. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Steven,” Robin said. Steve rolled his eyes, then scoffed when he realized she couldn’t see it.
“Good morning, Roberta,” he said, knowing full well that was not her full name.
“Do not make that a thing. If you make that a thing, I will kill you.”
Steve chuckled. “I just might. I live to fuck with you and I’ll die to fuck with you, Robs. So how was your date with Melissa?”
Robin sighed dreamily. “God, it was amazing. We sat at the very back of the theater and the only other people there sat way up at the front, so we basically just made out the whole time. Then afterwards we went to her house and her parents made us dinner. Dinner, Steve! I had dinner with her parents!”
“Shit, really? They didn’t have a problem with-“
“Their big lesbian daughter bringing home her big lesbian date? Not a single fucking one. They’re like, the most accepting parents I’ve ever met! It was kind of bizarre, honestly. I’m so not used to parents who don’t look at me with shame, or just straight up ignore the truth,” she said. Her voice sounded solemn, but her positive attitude quickly returned. “I really feel like this is gonna go somewhere. We’re hanging out again this afternoon.”
“That’s great, Rob!” Steve said, excited and happy for his best friend. “Really, that’s fucking awesome. You deserve someone who makes you feel good.”
“So do you, Steve. How was your night with Eddie?” Robin asked, sounding hopeful.
Steve looked over at the metal head, who had rolled over and clutched a pillow to his chest in Steve’s absence.
“It was amazing, Robin,” Steve said. He could feel himself already getting emotional. “We did it.”
“It?”
“Yeah. Y’know, it,” Steve said. He kept it ambiguous but hoped she’d get the hint, because what else could he have possibly been talking about?
“Holy shit, you guys fucked? Steve! Hell yeah!”
Her excitement at his sexual escapades made Steve chuckle. “Well, if I wanted to be sappy, I could say we made love.” As soon as the words left his mouth he groaned, and so did Robin.
“Oh that is so cheesy! Thank god I’m not lactose intolerant.”
“Fuck you, Buckley! It’s cheesy but it’s how I feel! It was so much more than just sex to me, Robin. It felt special. Really special.”
“It was special for me too, baby,” Eddie said suddenly, now apparently awake.
Steve yelped like a kicked puppy, a hand flying to his chest and resting over his heart.
“Jesus, Eddie! Were you pretending to be asleep?”
“Only for a few seconds,” Eddie replied, smirking. His arms were up and his hands were behind his head. It was just the right amount of casual and cocky, and it made Steve feel a little horny.
“Gotta go Robin,” Steve said.
“Wait! I want detail-“ she was cut off by Steve dropping the phone onto the base. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried his best to look irritated, but it was hard when Eddie looked so damn good.
“How much of that did you hear?” he asked.
“Not much. I woke up right around the time you said we made love. You are such a softie, Steve Harrington,” Eddie said. He moved a hand from behind his head and stuck out a finger to tap the tip of Steve’s nose. Steve snapped his teeth and bit Eddie’s finger lightly. This made Eddie’s eyes darken. “Shit, don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.”
Steve groaned and rubbed at his lower back. “As much as I love the idea of morning sex, I think you blew my fucking back out, man.”
Eddie looked proud of himself. “Hell yeah I did.” He held his hand up for a high five. Steve looked at him, unamused.
“Really?”
Seconds went by and Eddie didn’t lower his hand, so Steve high fived it with a roll of his eyes and a small smile. Eddie took his hand and pulled him down so he was laying on Eddie’s chest again. Immediately Steve shimmied a bit and snuggled deeper into him. His fingers traced along the spider tattoo near Eddie’s collarbone. They laid in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Steve lifted off Eddie’s chest to look him in the eyes. “Will you…be my boyfriend?”
Eddie’s smile was so big it showed all his teeth. He kissed Steve sweetly, the first of many as an official couple.
“I thought you’d never ask, sugar,” he said when they pulled apart. “I’m Steve Harrington’s boyfriend. Damn, I sure do like the sound of that.”
Lips brushed against Eddie’s neck, then his collarbone, then the center of his chest.
“And I’m Eddie Munson’s boyfriend,” Steve said, in awe of the words coming out of his own mouth.
Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve and held him close. It wasn’t like they could go around holding hands in public, or kiss each other in the middle of the street, but that didn’t matter to them. In Steve’s room, all by themselves, they could be as tender and loving as they wanted.
“Oh, and we still need to have a serious talk about that S&M stuff, babe,” Steve said. Eddie could feel his dick twitch. “Or did you forget?” Steve licked a line up Eddie’s neck.
“Oh believe me, I didn’t forget, you little fucking minx.”