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Leaves crunch, signaling to Eddie he had a customer coming. To his surprise, it’s Steve Harrington.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the King!” Eddie booms, and Steve looks around nervously.
“Look, I heard you can keep things on the down low. That true?”
Eddie sighs and nods. Preppy kids were always so paranoid about their weed.
“I also heard you carry, um, suppressants?”
Eddie’s eyes narrow. “Why.” He says flatly. He doesn’t deal Omega shit to dumb Alphas like Harrington is notorious for being. Inwardly, he sighs. He’s been dealing with a crush on Steve Harrington for his entire high school career. And he doesn’t need the alpha to ruin it by being ridiculous.
“I need some.”
“No.”
“C’mon, man, the pharmacy in town only carries one kind, and I need a new prescription, like, yesterday.”
“What do you need Omega suppressants for? Some girl dare you to come here or something?”
Steve looks flustered. “Look, dude, it’s for me.”
Eddie snorts. “I can smell your obnoxious alpha pheromones from here.”
“It’s hard to explain. What do I need to do to convince you?”
And oh. Those were dangerous, dangerous words for Harrington to utter.
Eddie flutters his eyes, looking up at Steve from his spot lounging on the picnic table.
“Why, Harrington, sweetheart, I didn’t realize you liked me that much.”
Steve blushes, and reluctantly pushes up his shirt sleeve.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. They rise up to his hairline when Steve peels off some kind of skin bandage from his right wrist.
Steve takes a few steps toward Eddie in rapid succession, and Eddie begins to smell something absolutely amazing.
Steve thrusts his wrist under Eddie’s nose, and Eddie’s eyes shut before he can realize. His hands curl around Steve’s arm, bringing that scent further toward Eddie’s face. He takes a deep inhale, realizing two things very, very quickly.
Steve Harrington was an Omega.
Steve Harrington smelled better than anyone or anything Eddie had ever known.
Before Eddie could begin to rationalize any of this, Steve made to pull back his arms. Eddie automatically resisted, opening his eyes and whining at the loss.
“Eddie.” Steve reprimanded, and Eddie had to let go, albeit reluctantly.
“Jesus, Stevie.” Eddie breathed, blinking the fog away from his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t cream your pants.”
‘I just might.’ Eddie thinks.
Outwardly, he clears his throat and gestures to the skin bandage that was covering Steve’s delicious scent as he places it back on.
“What’s that?”
“A skin patch. They make them for people who have, um, strong smells.”
“Must come in handy.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. So, about those suppressants?”
“Oh! Yeah, dude, of course. Half price, for me being kind of—well, actually a dick about it.”
Steve shuffles a step or so away, and Eddie has to fight not to lean into the other man. “T-thanks.”
“Any time.”
“I hope you mean that.”
“You looking for a regular thing?” Eddie’s heart beats faster at the question. The more he’s around the Omega, the more he’d be falling further down a rabbit hole he won’t be able to get out of.
“Every month, if your supplier can work with that.”
Fuck yeah, he can work with that.
“Yeah, of course. If you can stomach my glorious presence that long, your highness.”
Steve, to his surprise, blushes. Eddie wants to lick it off his cheeks. “You’re not that horrible, Munson.”
“Why, Stevie, one could get the wrong idea with declarations like that.”
Eddie stands up off the bench, reaching for his lunchbox. He doesn’t miss the way Steve doesn’t back away from him. Progress.
“Here. These should work. They’re past the experimental phase, a year away from being put on shelves. They should be more effective than the over-the-counter shit.”
“Thanks, man.” Eddie can tell that Steve means it, releasing a big breath.
“You okay, Harrington?” Eddie asks, because he’s too nosy for his own good.
“What? Yeah, of course. My parents obviously know, and just told me to ‘power through’ with the regular stuff, so I appreciate this. I just hope no one else comes out here when we’re, you know, dealing.”
Eddie opens his mouth before he can register what he’s about to say. “You can come by my trailer.”
“What?”
“My uncle’s trailer? Where I live?”
“Oh, uh, I knew that part, but like, why?”
“Oh! I do some of my heavier deals there. Just, like, so we don’t get busted or caught or something. It’s stupid; you don’t have to.”
“No! I want to.” Steve rushes to say. “That works great. Thanks, Eddie.”
Eddie’s heart almost beats out of his chest. He knows he’s smiling too wide, but he can’t help it. He’s going to have Steve Harrington in his home.
“Any time, big boy.”
Steve smiles back, albeit a little flustered, but takes the pills Eddie offers.
“Let me see you take them. So, you don’t forget.” Jesus, Eddie needs to get a grip on himself.
Surprisingly, Steve complies. Eddie watches Steve swallow the pills with a gulp of water, fixated on the way his throat moves when he swallows. Steve’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down with the movement, and Eddie can’t look away if he tried.
Eddie fights with himself to not say, ‘good boy’ afterward. He barely succeeds.
Steve nods, turning to leave.
“Make sure to keep up the fluids!” Eddie calls after him, then his head falls into his hands. He was ridiculous. Steve obviously knew he needed to stay hydrated.
Eddie packs up quickly after that, eager to get back to civilization. He doesn’t need to foster any daydreams about Steve Harrington coming back to, like, kiss him or something equally embarrassing.
The next month, Eddie is a wreck. Wayne was at work till tomorrow morning, he’s cleaned the trailer three times, he’s double-checked he has the right dosage, and he’s re-read the note from Steve he got in his locker about a hundred times. He reads it again.
It says, “Your place, 7:00 PM, Friday night. That work? -Steve”
Eddie had nodded to Steve in the hallway the next day as an answer.
Did Steve just assume he had nothing to do on a Friday night? Scratch that, why did Steve have nothing to do tonight? Even if he wasn’t dating that Nancy Wheeler anymore, he’d bet his left leg that Steve had to have had date offers or offers from at least Tommy and Carol to hang out.
So, that meant Steve was choosing to spend Friday night with Eddie.
Eddie mentally slapped himself. Then pinched his leg. He could not keep harboring a ridiculous crush on Steve Harrington, no matter how dreamy his scent was. Eddie had actually dreamed about it last night, then skipped first period out of embarrassment.
There was a knock on the door, and Eddie is out of his seat in seconds.
Steve Harrington, in all his glory, is standing in front of Eddie when he opens the door.
“Stevie!” Eddie greets happily. “I was beginning to get worried.” He joked.
Steve checks his watch, because of course he’s the kind of guy to wear a watch, and frowns.
“It’s 7:05.”
“Exactly. You’re five minutes late, mister.”
“Oh the horror.” Steve deadpans, and gestures inside. “You gonna let me in?”
“Right! Yeah, of course. In you go.”
Eddie shuts the door behind Steve, trying not to check out his ass in those unfairly tight jeans.
“Have a seat. I’ll go grab your stuff.”
Eddie makes his way to his bedroom, trying to get his shit together. He picks up the little baggie with shaking fingers, then jumps one or two times to stave off the restlessness.
“Your highness.” Eddie says when he gets back, presenting the bag to Steve with a flourish.
To Eddie’s delight, Steve smiles. “Thanks, man.”
Then, Steve pops the pills in his mouth, taking them in front of Eddie without Eddie prompting him to.
Steve Harrington was going to be the death of him.
“This yours?” Steve says, pointing to the movies on the coffee table.
“Yeah, haven’t gotten around to returning them, yet.”
“What’s this one?”
“’My Bloody Valentine’? It’s a classic! How have you not seen it yet?”
Steve shrugs. “I dunno. Haven’t seen a lot of horror, to be honest.”
Eddie has to tread slowly. If he’s careful, he can convince Steve to stay here and watch the movie with him. On his tiny couch. Right next to each other.
“Oh, it’s iconic. ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, one is dead, and so are you.’ Is such a line.”
Steve laughs. “That so?”
“Totally. I was just about to watch it…” Lies. “…if you wanna stick around.”
“Are you sure I wouldn’t be interrupting?”
“Stevie. It’s not a porno. You wouldn’t be interrupting anything.”
Steve blushes, and Eddie would curse himself if he wasn’t so happy to see that delicious flush on Steve’s face.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll watch it.”
“Great! Budge over, it’s a small couch.” Eddie warns, but Steve doesn’t shy away from the closeness. It’s almost as if he appreciates some of the casual touches that Eddie offers.
Steve itches at his wrist patch, and Eddie has a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. It’s out of his mouth before he can take it back, though.
“Those look uncomfortable.”
“Oh! Yeah, they kind of are.”
“You don’t—um, you don’t have to wear them around me if you don’t want to. Not that you have to take them off if you don’t want to! It’s just that I hate wearing seatbelts, and if I had to wear something that uncomfortable all the time, I’d be dying to take it off…” Eddie lets himself trail off, concentrating on twirling one of his rings so he doesn’t have to see the disgust on Steve’s face.
“That would be great, actually.” Steve replies, cool as a cucumber.
Eddie’s head snaps up he’s pretty sure he cracked something.
“O-okay.” Eddie watches in rapt fascination as Steve peels the patches off of his wrist and neck. It takes a few minutes, and Eddie relishes in the scent that’s released.
“You sure you don’t mind?” Steve asks, a little nervous.
Eddie would have to get hit by an actual truck to focus on anything else but Steve Harrington at that point.
“I don’t mind.” Eddie breathes out.
The movie goes by slowly. It’s one of Eddie’s favorites, but he can’t concentrate on any of his usual favorite scenes with the Omega right next to him. Their thighs are touching, and it feels like Eddie’s legs are on fire. Eddie keeps stealing glances over at Steve, who seems captivated by the movie.
Steve jumps once or twice at the scenes, and Eddie has to physically sit on his hands in order to resist the urge to comfort him. He eventually relents and lets himself place an arm behind Steve, who unconsciously leans into it.
Eddie can’t breathe. The tips of Steve’s infamous hair brush Eddie’s wrist, and Eddie entertains the possibility that Steve will smell like him when he leaves. He gets lost in that dream until the end of the movie, when the hero is revealed to be a paranoid schizophrenic who was actually the murderer.
Steve flinches, and Eddie’s arm is around his waist in record time. It’s the closest the pair have been since that moment in the woods outside the school.
“You don’t have to protect me, you know.” Steve whispers in the dark.
“I know.” Eddie gulps. “It’s just a movie. No real danger.” But he doesn’t move his hand. Steve doesn’t ask him to.
They sit like that through the credits, and Eddie wants to pull Steve close, burn those patches, and never let him go.
Finally, Eddie lets go of Steve to begin rewinding the tape.
Steve leans into Eddie’s space before he realizes it and moves back. Eddie almost whines.
But he’s stronger than that.
“So,” Eddie starts, breaking the silence. “Does anyone else know…?”
Jesus, Eddie, way to be casual.
Luckily, Steve just shrugs. “A few people. My parents, Nancy, Jonathon, my friend Robin, the kids I babysit, you. The important people.”
Eddie tries not to puff up his chest in response to being called important. Even unconsciously.
There’s a moment at the door after Steve replaces the patches, where Eddie thinks Steve might kiss him goodbye.
Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s mouth for a half second, and Eddie leans in imperceptibly.
Then, a door slams somewhere outside, and the moment is broken.
“I’ll see you next month?” Steve asks.
“Uh-huh,” Eddie manages to get out.
“Thanks for the movie. Bye.”
And then Steve is gone, and Eddie collapses on the couch. The couch that smells like a combination of himself and Steve.
Eddie is a weak, weak man.
He trails a hand down his chest, to where he’s already half-hard.
Eddie lets himself imagine where the night could have gone if he’d been a little braver.
He would have kissed Steve before opening the door, before he’d covered up that scent again.
Steve would’ve gasped at the sensation, letting Eddie slip his tongue inside Steve’s mouth.
Eddie groaned from his position on the couch, face pressed into Steve’s side.
Eddie would have led Steve back to the couch, kissing him until he got him pressed up against the furniture.
Eddie would have taken Steve apart so slowly, so they could both enjoy it. Eddie would be content with just knowing Steve, but he was selfish. Needy. Eddie let himself imagine kissing down Steve’s neck before latching onto his scent gland, sucking the sensitive skin there.
Eddie let his fist move over his dick faster, spreading the precum leaking from the tip.
He’d slip Steve’s shirt off first, pressing kisses down his chest. Eddie would finally find out how far down his blush would go.
An alarm went off outside, but Eddie couldn’t care less.
In his mind, he was unzipping Steve’s jeans, grabbing his boxer-laden ass, cupping his dick.
Steve would smell different there, but no less amazing. His scent would be heady and unfiltered.
As Eddie fantasized about Steve going down on his knees for Eddie, looking up at him with those big brown eyes, he came with a shout all over his hand and stomach.
Eddie came back to himself slowly, putting the pieces together. He groaned, grabbing for a tissue with unoccupied hand.
Next month couldn’t come soon enough.
Luckily, Eddie survived to get the next note.
It read, “Same time and place, that work? –Steve.”
Eddie slipped his own note into Steve locker during a passing period. One that read, “See you then, sweetheart.”
Eddie tried not to be too crazy this time. He reminded himself Steve probably had plans this time, or would want to get his dose and get out.
But surprisingly, Steve walked inside and plopped himself down on the couch when Eddie opened the door without any prompting. Eddie grinned.
Steve peels off his patches, groaning at the feeling, and Eddie tries to ignore how that sound has his dick twitching with interest.
“Want a beer?” He asked, leaning on the fridge to admire Steve in his space.
“Uh, sure. One or two won’t mess with the dose, right?”
“Oh, you can drink on this prescription.”
“Really?” Steve looked excited. “Dude, I couldn’t drink at all last semester, it was a total drag. Something about the prescription and me getting older. That’s awesome news.”
“I can show you the label I got, if you want.” Eddie offers.
“Nah, I trust you.” Steve replies, looking around the space.
Eddie ignores how that sentence makes his heart thump treacherously.
Eddie grabs two beers, joining Steve on the couch.
This time, they’re facing each other.
They sit there, laughing over one of Eddie’s stories an hour and two beers later.
“And then—and then—the dude literally pisses himself when he sees me in the corner of the bar, because I’ve gotten kicked out for fighting before, and he—get this, slips, falls, and knocks himself out trying to run away!”
Steve is laughing hysterically, practically doubled over into Eddie’s lap.
“All that because he couldn’t take no for an answer from that woman?!”
“Yup.” Eddie pops the p, tracking Steve’s movement with dark eyes as he straightens up.
The laughter ebbs away as the two men realize how close they are.
“Another beer?” Eddie offers, his voice low.
Steve hesitates. “Another and I probably shouldn’t drive home.”
Eddie can’t fathom Steve leaving right now.
“You can stay over.” Eddie finds himself offering. “I mean, if you want to? We can stay up and drink for a bit, if you want.”
Steve bites his lower lip, and Eddie is entranced.
“Yeah, that’d be fun.” Steve responds, and Eddie stops functioning.
He doesn’t know how he got this far. Belatedly, he’s happy he cleaned his room and washed his sheets.
After grabbing two more beers, he joins Steve on the couch, sitting a hair closer than he was.
Eddie can’t help but lean in, scenting Steve.
“You smell happy.” He remarks, then flinches.
Steve looks a little shell-shocked.
“Sorry, that was—”
“It’s new!” Steve interrupts. “I’m not really used to people smelling my emotions. You know, with the fake pheromones and everything. It’s…nice.”
Eddie hasn’t breathed in so long he might pass out. Huh. Death by Steve Harrington, what a way to go.
He snaps out of it after a beat.
“Oh. Okay, cool. Still, that was strange of me to say.”
Steve shakes his head. “I’ve seen stranger things.”
After another hour, Steve is yawning.
“Off to bed you go, Stevie.” Eddie shuffles Steve in the direction of his bedroom, nervous for some reason.
“Wait, where’re you gonna sleep?”
“The couch.”
“No way, that can’t be comfortable.”
Eddie hesitates a smidge too long before protesting.
“It’s fine!”
“It’s not fine, I’ll take the couch.”
Eddie doesn’t have the words to describe how much that was not happening.
“Take the bed, big boy.”
“Make me.”
And oh.
Oh.
Eddie was sure he’d died and gone to heaven, because Steve was standing in front of him, a little tipsy, with a challenge in his eyes.
Eddie takes a step forward, silently asking Steve to stop him.
He doesn’t.
Then, Eddie crouches down, picking Steve up from his hips, and carrying him over the threshold to his bedroom.
Steve squawks above him, protesting and laughing.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Making you take the bed.”
“Put me down!”
“If you insist.”
Eddie gently but surprisingly drops Steve on his bed, like so many of his fantasies come to life. Steve looks at him from under those gorgeous long lashes of his.
“Your bed isn’t that small.” Steve ventures, and Eddie thinks he knows where this is going. But it still hits him like a punch when Steve continues.
“We could…share?”
Eddie finds himself nodding, agreeing to whatever Steve wants because it’s Steve. His Steve. His Omega.
“Let me grab us some sweatpants and shit.” Eddie says in a low tone. He barely recognizes his own voice.
This time, it’s Steve who nods mutely.
Eddie leaves the room to change and brush his teeth, taking a breather on his way.
‘Are we really doing this?’ he asked himself. Well. He’s gone too far to turn back now.
Eddie switches with Steve, handing over his extra toothbrush.
Eddie finds himself standing next to the bed in just his sweatpants. Should he put on a shirt? He normally doesn’t wear one to bed, but it would be the curtesy thing to do, right? Before Eddie can make a decision, Steve comes back, wearing Eddie’s clothes.
Wearing Eddie’s clothes.
Eddie watches Steve pad over to the left side of the bed, not taking his eyes off him once.
“You coming?” Steve asks as he’s crawling into the bed.
‘I just might be.’ Eddie thinks, and then tries to will his boner away before Steve notices it in the low light.
As Eddie goes toward the lamp, Steve interrupts.
“Could you, leave it on?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Steve smiles, and Eddie thinks he might just have to give Steve the world.
Eddie tries not to shake as he joins Steve in bed. It’s disgustingly domestic, but also ripe with a very real tension.
He settles into the sheets, determined not to make this weird. Friends share beds, right? Were they friends?
Eddie wishes he stayed up until Steve was asleep, but the combination of beer and Steve’s relaxing scent and the late hour had him passing out pretty soon.
It was worth it, though, to wake up like this.
Light filtered in through the window, illuminating Steve in a heavenly light. Steve, who Eddie had migrated toward during the night.
As Eddie regained consciousness, he realized he was wrapped around Steve in a very un-friendly way.
Both of Eddie’s arms were corded around Steve’s torso, with Eddie’s face smashed into Steve’s neck. Their legs were intertwined, and Eddie winced when he realized his hard-on was pressed into the small of Steve’s back. How could he regret this, though? Steve smelled ungodly good in the morning, all fresh and mixed with Eddie’s scent.
Eddie let his eyes fall back closed, squeezing Steve closer to him.
When he woke up the second time, Steve was gone. Eddie panicked, until he found a note.
Steve had to give one of the kids he babysat a ride, but he had a great time and would see Eddie at school. Eddie wondered if they would ever interact beyond their monthly trysts.
The next Monday at school, Eddie got his answer.
Steve walked right up to him in the hallway, ignoring the stares. Sure, Steve hung out with band geeks now, but he still commanded a certain presence.
“Hey, man. I’m having a party next Friday. You should come.”
Before Eddie can formulate a reply besides nodding, Steve was walking off to class, oblivious to the people staring at him.
Gareth, Eddie’s best friend and band mate, quickly heard about it.
“Dude.” He said in lieu of a greeting. “Did Harrington really invite you to a party next week?!”
“Why, hello Gareth, light of my life, I’m good, how are you?”
“Cut the shit, Eddie! Did he?”
Eddie shrugged, then nodded.
“Holy shit! Are you bringing us? Or is it a dealing thing? I heard Tommy and Carol weren’t invited, that must blow for them.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t care if you guys come.”
“YES! Wait—how would you know?” Gareth eyed Eddie suspiciously.
“I’ve been dealing to him, and we—we hang out, sometimes. He’s not that bad.”
Eddie tries not to show how desperate he is for the Omega.
“Cut the shit. You’ve got it bad for that dumb alpha, don’t you?”
“He’s not—he’s not dumb.”
“Sure.” Gareth rolls his eyes, but Eddie can tell he’s not going to let it go.
Come next week, Eddie is pacing his room, trying to figure out something to wear to Steve’s party.
“Come ON, dude!” Gareth yells from the living room.
“Fine! Fine, I’m coming.”
Eddie ends up in a black sleeveless tank top with the sides cut almost all of the way down, and his usual ripped black skinny jeans. He looked good.
Gareth drove them over, and Eddie tried not to gape at the size of the Harrington house. He’d never been to one of his parties before, but they were legendary. To his surprise, though, there was no one passed out already in the lawn. There was still music pumping out, though. Blondie. Ugh. He could convince Steve to change that, at least.
There’s no one at the door, so Eddie pushes it open with one hand, tugging Gareth inside with the other.
Eddie’s faced with a sea of people and pounding music. It’s mostly people he recognizes from school, a surprising number of band nerds, and he swears he sees a few middle schoolers. Admittedly, they’re not carrying red solo cups, but Eddie still keeps an eye out. He’s rewarded when one of the younger kids looks around, tries to nonchalantly grab a cup of something, and ends up face to face with a disappointed Steve Harrington.
“Michael Dumbass Wheeler.” Steve warns. “Were you about to drink out of an abandoned cup? That you didn’t see poured?”
“No!” The kid protests, but he’s guilty as hell. Eddie smiles and makes his way over, Gareth gone to get a drink.
“I swear, Mike, I never should’ve let Robin convince me to let you twerps come.”
“Where’s the fun in that, Stevie?” Eddie asks as he walks up.
“Eds! Hey, you made it!” Steve lights up when he sees Eddie, a fact that he nestles away for later.
“Course I did.” Eddie answers smoothly. “Didn’t realize we were inviting elementary kids to the grown up parties.” He teases, delighting in the way the kids’ faces go red.
“We’re in middle school!” The shorter one protests, and Mike groans.
“We can pass for freshman, Dustin! Don’t go saying we’re in middle school still, that’s ridiculous!” Mike states, and Dustin, apparently, flushes deeper.
Steve groans, interrupting. “Dustin, Mike, this is Eddie. Eddie, these are the kids I babysit.”
“We don’t need a babysitter anymore!” Mike almost yells, and Steve smiles.
“Sure, you don’t. Where do your parents think you are now?”
“At Dustin’s house.”
“At Mike’s house.”
“Huh. Guess I could make a call or two…or, you can play by my rules, and chill out. No. Drinking.”
“Fine!” Mike actually stomps his foot. “I’m going to find Will.”
“He and Lucas are probably hiding in my room.” Steve calls as the kids run up the stairs.
Steve turns back to Eddie, flushing a bit. “Sorry, they’re a bit…much.”
“But you love them.”
Steve laughs. “But I love them. The guys pestered me so much when Robin let slip I was having a party, I kinda had to invite them. Luckily, El and Max wanted a girls night, so I don’t have to worry about them. Though, El’s tougher than even me, so.”
“Elle?” The name didn’t sound familiar.
“She also goes by Jane. She was adopted by Hopper a little while back.”
Eddie would’ve done a spit take if he’d been drinking.
“You babysit the police chief’s daughter?”
“Only on Tuesdays.” Steve smirks at Eddie’s disbelief. “Kidding. She doesn’t need much supervision, but he feels better if I’m around.”
“Of course, he does. You’ve collected a wide variety of young padawans, King Steve.”
“Pada-what?”
But they’re interrupted by Gareth’s return.
“Here, Eddie, got you a drink.”
“Thanks, man.”
“It’s Gareth, right?” Steve asks, cutely unaware of the panic on Gareth’s face.
“Um…yeah. And you’re Steve Harrington.”
“Guilty.” Steve looks between Gareth and Eddie almost suspiciously. “You guys…came here together?”
“Gareth drove, so I’m drinking this time.” Eddie explains.
Steve narrows his eyes at Gareth’s cup.
“It’s diet Coke, man.” Gareth says defensively, and Steve’s shoulders go back down.
“Right, of course.” For some reason, Steve still looks pissed off. “I’m going to go check on Robin.”
Eddie eyes his retreating figure, confused. Did Steve not like Gareth? He’s a beta, and he’s pretty chill.
“What’s his deal?” Gareth asks Eddie, who shrugs.
“I have no idea. Hey, wanna go check out the other fancy rooms?”
“Hell yeah. You think that Robin chick is his new girl?”
Eddie feels sick all of a sudden. Steve talked about her a lot. It would make sense if they were together. She was a beta, too, but Steve could be into that. Into her. And not Eddie.
“Fuck if I know. What’s in this?”
“Cranberry vodka.”
Eddie groaned. “That’s such a girly drink.”
“Taste it! It’s so much better than that shit you call beer.”
Eddie took a sip. “Okay, not bad. But if someone asks, it’s blood.”
The night passes in a blur of dancing, drinking, and doggedly trying to spot Steve. Finally, Eddie gives up, going to sit next to a cool-looking girl on the couch. He’d lost Gareth on the dance floor.
“Whoa, watch it!” The girl warns when Eddie plops down, almost spilling his fourth vodka cranberry. Sue him, they were delicious. Not as delicious as Steve. Where was he?
“Sorry.”
“No worries. Over the crowd already, huh?” The girl asked nervously. Shit, she didn’t think he was going to hit on her, did she?
“Yup. Eddie Munson.” He said, hoping his name would either calm her down or make her get up and leave him alone.
To his surprise, the girl lit up instead.
“No way! I’m Robin, Steve talks about you all the—I mean, an appropriate amount of time.”
Eddie felt his grin streak across his face, lightning fast. “All the time, huh?”
Robin let her face fall into her hands. “Do not tell him I said that.” She groaned. “I already talked him into letting the kids come, and that was a huge mistake. Mike finally grabbed some alcohol, and Steve’s spent most of his own party holding his hair back. I only came back down because I cannot stand the smell of vomit, and Steve finally let Will take over and corral him into the guest bedroom. I hope Steve gets a stiff drink after this, he deserves it. You know, he hasn’t had a party in years?” She rambled on, and Eddie let her, wanting to hear more of what Steve thought of him.
“Sorry, I’m rambling. It’s those vodka cranberries!”
“I’m guilty of those, too. I’ve been telling people it’s blood.” Eddie whispered, and Robin giggled.
Eddie was delighted to see Steve finally join the living room, red solo cup in his hands.
“I heard your kids got a little rowdy.”
Steve shook his head. “I knew it was going to happen. Should’ve found him before his head was in the toilet. Whatever, his hangover can be his penance. At least Will doesn’t mind taking care of him. Lucas and Dustin are biking home. Time for my actual party to begin!”
“Hell yeah!” Robin agrees a bit too loudly.
“Damn, I need to catch up with you, Robin.”
“You sure do, I’ve already said too much.”
Steve looks at her, confused.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Nothing! I’m going to the bathroom, bye!”
Steve side-eyes Eddie. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
And oh. That explains so much about Steve’s behavior earlier.
Eddie tries not to laugh.
“Gareth? So not my boyfriend. Very far from it, in fact.”
Steve perks up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, good.”
“Good.”
They lapse into a comfortable silence, observing the room.
“Not your old crowd, is it, Stevie?”
“Nope. But, it’s better.” Eddie can tell Steve means it and angles his body an inch closer to the other man.
“I agree with you. Now, Mike, though…”
Steve groans. “He’s a good kid! I just wish Nancy would spend more time with him.”
“Nancy?”
“Oh, she’s his sister.”
Eddie whistles. “Damn, baby Wheeler must love you, the old sister’s ex-boyfriend.”
“Yeah, yeah, he tolerates me. Dustin, though, he’s cool.”
“Awww, you got a baby brother now.”
“Basically.”
“Do you feel the crushing weight of responsibility on your mighty shoulders?” Eddie raises his hands and plonks them down on Steve’s shoulders, pantomiming the weight of the world, but it just brings them closer together in the darkened room.
“Uh, what?” Steve breathes, and Eddie lets his hands slide down and off Steve’s body. His warm, willing body.
“Nothing. Just, oh! Here’s Robin. Robin’s back.”
Robin, luckily, is too tipsy to notice the moment she interrupted.
“Steve. Steve! I saw her. I saw Vick—I mean, Code Blue. What should I do?”
“Um, talk to them?”
“How?”
“You’re talking to us right now.” Eddie points out, slowly learning more about Robin and why she’s probably not Steve’s girlfriend.
“Yeah, but I need conversation topics! Stat!”
“Did you know that sharks don’t have bones?” Eddie asks, and Robin jumps on that topic.
“Really?!”
“Yep. Just cartilage.”
“Thank you thank you thank you.” Robin spins back around, heading for a girl in the corner, nursing a drink.
Steve laughs at her retreating figure.
“Thanks, Eds. That should hold her for the first few minutes.”
“Any time.”
“Speaking of time…” The pair look around the emptying room, eyeing the clock on the wall that reads, 2AM.
“Damn.” Eddie whistles low. “Time flies. I should probably check in on my friend Gareth.” He emphasizes the word friend, and Steve rolls his eyes.
“Let’s go. I’ll try not to make an ass of myself this time.”
Eddie thinks it’s adorable that Steve was jealous, but wisely decides not to speak about it.
They quickly find Gareth, who looks at Eddie guiltily with a very pretty clarinet player under his arm.
“Hey, Eddie…how easy would it be for you to get another ride?”
Eddie snorts and waves him off. “Go have fun, I’ll survive.”
“You’re the best, you’re the best, you’re the best—”
“Get outta here.” Eddie laughs, and him and the girl, Christie, leave with most of the others.
Soon enough, Steve and Eddie are in the empty kitchen, pouring Steve two drinks to catch up with Eddie’s one.
“Seriously, who decided on vodka cranberries for tonight?” Steve asks.
“I have no idea, but I should thank them.” Eddie’s vision is slightly blurry, but he sees Steve in bright, rapid focus.
Steve’s eyebrows go up at the pleasant taste. “Not bad, not bad.”
“See? Told you.”
“I guess you did.”
They make a lap around the house, making sure no one else but Robin, Mike, and Will upstairs are left.
Eddie is woefully unprepared for Steve to take his patches off, all the way off, and stick them in a drawer in his bathroom. Eddie lets himself have one or two (or ten) deep breaths from where he’s trailing Steve to the living room, but draws a line in his mind when they sit on the couch. It’s much larger than Eddie’s but they sit just as close. Closer, even.
“And then we had to make a commercial for Scoops last summer! It was torture!”
Eddie is having a hard time imagining Steve working at Scoops Ahoy when he gets a dangerous thought.
“Wait. Did you have to wear that cute little outfit?”
“You mean the utterly ridiculous one?”
“Yes.” Eddie gulps.
“Then, yes. Robin pulled it off, but me? I couldn’t stand those shorts. I’m surprised I didn’t burn them.”
“You still have them?” Eddie asked, strangled.
“Uh, yeah, why?”
Eddie’s voice goes up two octaves. “No reason. Hey, TV! Let’s watch something.”
“I don’t have any horror.”
“Shocker. Play something you like.”
They end up watching reruns of Jeopardy, to which they make a drinking game. If they guess who will correctly answer the question right, the other person drinks.
They’re well on their way to being drunk when Robin comes back downstairs for some water.
“You two are being way too loud.” She complains, slumping into the couch on Steve’s side.
Eddie tries not to feel possessive when Steve puts an arm around her.
“Sorry, Robs. We’ll be quieter. Are the boys asleep?”
“Dead to the world!” She announces, then winces. “How am I already hung over?”
“Because you stopped drinking.” Eddie answers. “You gotta keep that shit up, if you want to stave off the consequences till morning.”
Steve nods, and Eddie is struck by how devastatingly gorgeous he is. Robin leaves with her water soon enough, and Steve’s head starts bobbing toward his chest.
“You tired?” Eddie mumbles to where Steve is leaning into him.
Steve yawns in response.
“Is it cool if I take the couch?”
Steve looks surprised for a moment, then seems to steel himself. “Um, yeah. Of course. Or we could share again, if you want?”
Eddie can’t say yes fast enough.
Steve smiles, and Eddie wants to pocket the moment to keep forever.
They tip toe upstairs, giggling to each other as they make their way to Steve’s room. Steve gives Eddie some sweatpants, and Eddie is preparing himself for a half-naked Steve when he walks back in. What Eddie isn’t prepared for, is Steve in a slutty little crop top and sleep shorts, looking like an actual wet dream. Eddie is sure his jaw is hanging open, but Steve bends to get into bed without sparing him a glance. Eddie picks his mouth up off the floor and tries not to get a boner over a stupid crop top.
As Eddie climbs into bed, he realizes Steve is already asleep. Laughing quietly, he almost misses it when Steve mumbles, ‘Eddie?’. Eddie stares at the sleeping man in shock. That shock turns to panic when Steve rolls over, putting a hand over Eddie’s hip.
Steve Harrington wants to cuddle with him.
Eddie’s a little drunk on alcohol and Steve’s scent, so he can’t help scooting closer. Steve lets out a pleased sound, and Eddie wants to kiss him so badly he shakes with it. So, he does.
Eddie drops a kiss onto Steve’s forehead, smoothing out the lines there. Steve goes boneless in his sleep, mumbling something suspiciously like, ‘alpha’. Eddie’s head swims.
Eddie rearranges them so he’s spooning Steve, who squirms slightly until they’re in position. Steve lets out a pleased sigh when his back hits Eddie’s front at last, and Eddie can’t help but echo it. He lets their legs intertwine, dropping his head to the back of Steve’s neck.
It’s the closest Eddie’s ever been to Steve’s scent glad since Steve stayed the night, and Eddie whimpers. He presses a kiss there, too. Shaking, his lips meet Steve’s skin in a gentle kiss so light it could have been a feather. Eddie imagines he can see the imprint of it in the warm lamplight.
Eddie drifts off to sleep slowly but surely.
The next morning, he’s half awake when someone bursts open the door. He curls his arm protectively against Steve’s chest, pulling him closer and away from the noise that turns out to be Robin Buckley.
“What the hell?” Eddie rumbles sleepily.
Robin narrows her eyes at him, like she’s judging his worth.
“Go away, Robs.” Steve mumbles from where he’s crushed to Eddie’s chest, and Eddie’s heart aches.
He wants this every morning. He wants this always.
“I would, but someone promised to drive me home this morning. Plus, the twerps are up and Mike’s doing ROUGH. What, did he down an entire bottle of vodka or just a cup?”
“He’s 14, Robin, it doesn’t take much.” Steve says, coming awake with each word.
Steve sits up next to Eddie, who reluctantly lets him go. Eddie can feel the ghost of Steve on him like a second skin. Eddie leans in and puts his chin on Steve’s shoulder, who smiles at him.
“You smell happy this morning. No hangover?”
“None.” Eddie breathes.
“Ahem.” Robin interrupts. “Are you gonna get up or what?” She says knowingly.
“Alright, alright.” Steve says as he stands, and Eddie is given the gift of seeing Steve stretch in his ridiculous little crop top and shorts set. He doesn’t even try to hide his leering, and Robin scoffs before leaving the room.
Eddie kneels on the bed, pulling Steve back toward himself.
“Come back to bed.” Eddie murmurs into Steve’s chest, where he’s buried his face in the crop top between Steve’s pecs. He wants to bite them.
“Eds, I—”
“Just for a minute.” Eddie begs, pulling Steve back toward the warmth of the blankets.
Eddie can feel the exact moment Steve gives in. His body goes pliant and free, and Eddie wants to manhandle him beneath him and make him moan his name; then Robin yells, “If you get back in that bed, I’m telling Eddie what you said about his—”
“I’m up!” Steve yells back. “I’m literally so awake right now, I swear to God, Robin…”
Eddie grins mercilessly. “What did you say about me?”
He doesn’t let Steve go, so Steve’s stuck half-leaning on the bed, where Eddie’s kneeling with his arms around Steve’s shoulders.
“You can tell me.” Eddie murmurs into Steve’s ear. “I won’t tell anyone, baby.”
Eddie feels more than hears Steve’s intake of breath at the pet name.
“I should really give them a ride home. You want one too, or should I call Gareth?” And Steve does look sincerely regretful that he has to leave the bed, so Eddie finally lets go.
“Nah, let him sleep in. I’ll let you chariot me home.”
Steve grins down at Eddie, and Eddie is struck by how much he cares for this man. More than just a crush. If Eddie doesn’t stop soon, he’s going to be falling in love. Eddie isn’t as scared of that thought as he should be.
They get dressed quickly, Eddie in his clothes from last night, and Steve in a normal tee shirt and his usual tight jeans. Eddie is staring at his ass so hard he almost falls down the stairs.
From Robin’s giggle and knowing look, she noticed. Thankfully, she didn’t comment. But she did corner Eddie as Steve gets the younger boys in the car.
“You better not be messing around with Steve.” She says with no preamble.
Eddie looks at her, confused. “I—nothing’s happened, Robin, I swear.”
Robin rolls her eyes. “I know THAT, but c’mon. You’re gonna make a move soon. I can tell. But when that happens, you better be damn sure you want Steve and no one else.”
“No one else comes close.” Eddie admits, a starstruck look in his eyes that makes Robin believe him.
“Good. Because Steve’s been through enough shit. We all have.” She says the last bit to herself, but Eddie hears it.
“Are you in trouble or something? Is Steve?” He demands.
“What? No, of course not.” She lies.
“Robin…” He warns.
“Just, let Steve tell you, okay?”
“Fine.” He relents, and they get in the car.
Steve has, unfortunately, put his patches back on, and Eddie wants to groan at the fake alpha smell. He wants the real Steve.
A few weeks later, he gets his wish. Though, not how he hopes.
It’s in gym class, when it happens. Eddie is watching the basketball game, mostly watching Steve, when he notices something fall from Steve’s neck during a particularly rough move.
The coach whistles, and the players huddle up. Eddie’s senses are screaming at him that something is wrong when he smells it. Steve. His Omega.
But why would he smell Steve now? His patches—oh, shit.
“Gareth.” Eddie hisses. “Go pull the fire alarm. Now.”
“What? Why the fuck—”
“I’ll explain later, I’ll cover for you, I swear, just please, do it.”
Gareth shoots him a look, but dutifully slinks under the benches toward the fire alarm.
Eddie only has eyes for Steve. Steve, who’s surrounded by jocks. Steve, who’s too far for Eddie to help.
Eddie can only hope Gareth pulls it in time—BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The gym goes wild, and Gareth sneaks back toward Eddie with no one the wiser.
Eddie follows the crowd of people bustling toward the doors, leaning down to pick up the patch from the court when no one but Gareth is looking.
Eddie finds Steve quickly. He looks panicked, searching the ground until he sees Eddie barreling towards him.
Eddie blocks the view with his body as he slaps the patch at Steve’s chest, where Steve catches it. Eddie watches as Steve’s face goes from panic, to confusion, to relief.
“Oh my God, thank you Eddie.” He whispers, quickly slapping it over his neck when no one’s looking besides Gareth.
“Yeah, of course, Stevie.” Eddie says warmly, but he’s still shaking. The patch shouldn’t have come off, it should have been designed to be used in a little sweat.
But that’s not a little sweat on Steve’s brow, is it?
Steve’s coated with little droplets, his shirt soaking through under his arms and at his neck. His eyes are glazed over, and there’s a fogginess to them.
Eddie’s heart stops.
He leads Steve over to a secluded spot, waving Gareth off, who flips him off.
“When was your last heat?” Eddie demands.
“What? I don’t…I’ve never had one, why?”
Eddie shuts his eyes and counts to ten. “Stevie.” He says in a measured tone. “Sweetheart. Baby. You know that’s not healthy.”
Steve whines, leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “I know, but I’ve never had anybody to share them with, and my parents kind of pressured me to power through, and—”
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Eddie is quick to interrupt. He looks around, making sure no one can see or hear them.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take you home, and load you up with snacks and water, and you’re going to have your heat, and you’re going to be just fine. I promise, Stevie.”
Steve looks up at Eddie. And God. He looks wrecked already.
“Okay.” Steve breathes. “I trust you. Take me home.”
Eddie is so grateful he has his keys with him as they make their way to the edge of the parking lot.
Steve quickly slumps into the window in his seat in the car, while Eddie straps himself in.
They hadn’t discussed Eddie staying with Steve. Eddie didn’t want to assume anything. But he wasn’t sure if it was physically possible for him to leave Steve once he got him home.
Eddie refocused on driving and not hitting anything.
He got to Steve’s house in record time.
“Steve, is there anyone,” He swallowed back bile. “Anyone I should call?”
“Call Robin. Let her know what’s happening.”
Eddie could do that.
“What’s her number?” Eddie asked, holding Steve up as he shut the door.
“My back pocket.”
Eddie raised his eyes to the sky, wondering if this was heaven or hell. Reluctantly, he slid a hand into Steve’s back pocket for his wallet, pulling it out with shaking fingers. Once they got into the house, Eddie deposited Steve on the couch to call her.
“Yellow?” Robin answered, probably home since school was cancelled after the fire alarm was pulled.
“Robin, thank god.”
“What’s wrong? Is Steve okay?”
“He’s been on suppressants too long without a break. He’s going into heat. Robin, what do I do?” He was almost begging.
“You’re going to help him, that’s what.” Her voice was steely.
“Robin, we haven’t even kissed. I don’t want to be here if he doesn’t want me here.”
“He made his choice a while ago, Eddie. He trusts you to do the right thing, to stop if he says so. And so do I.” Her voice was softer.
“I’ve never…I’ve never helped an Omega with a heat before.”
“Neither have I!” Robin was almost laughing, almost crying. “But you two are made for each other. Don’t run from this, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll call to check in, alright?”
“That works. Talk to you soon.”
“Bye, Eddie.”
“Bye, Robin.”
Eddie set down the phone with shaking fingers, before turning to find Steve in the doorway.
“Oh.” Eddie says, stunned at Steve’s appearance. The Omega had shucked off his shorts, and now was clad only in a t shirt and boxers. “How do you feel?”
“Hot. Cold. Not great.”
Eddie softened. “Come here.”
Steve basically slumped into Eddie’s arms. Eddie gently pulled off the patches from Steve’s wrists and neck, which seemed to help. Or maybe Steve just liked the touch.
Eddie pulled back, raising Steve’s head to face his own.
“Stevie, I need you to talk to me. Do you want me to—what do you want?”
Steve faced Eddie with burning clarity.
He only had to say one word.
“You.”
Steve leaned in and brushed his lips painstakingly slowly over Eddie’s.
Eddie’s brain took a second to process, then he was holding Steve closer, licking into his mouth desperately.
Eddie doesn’t remember picking Steve up, or climbing the stairs, or opening and closing Steve’s room’s door, but the next thing he knew, he was pressing Steve into his bed, kissing down his neck.
Eddie flicked his tongue over Steve’s scent gland, and Steve keened. Eddie wanted to make him do that again, so he did.
Eddie sucked on the gland, relishing Steve’s moans of delight.
Steve was writhing beneath Eddie, and it was everything Eddie had ever dreamed and more.
“Tell me again. What do you want, baby?”
“You, you, you. I just want you, Eddie, please!”
Eddie could have died happy at that singular moment.
But he had work to do.
Eddie leaned away, and Steve pouted, trying to pull him back down for another kiss.
“Hold on, big boy. We need to shed a few layers.”
That, at least, Steve was on board with.
Eddie threw his shirt off, chucking it behind him. Steve ran his hands along his chest and abdomen, and Eddie groaned.
He reluctantly sat up, unzipping his pants and rolling them down his thighs. Before he could get them off all the way, Steve was kissing down his chest, to his stomach.
The muscles tensed under Steve’s ministrations, and Eddie let a hand tangle in Steve’s hair.
“What are you doing, Stevie?” Eddie asked in wonder.
“I want to taste you; wanted to for a long time. Let me?”
Eddie was powerless to stop him as Steve rolled down his boxers to let Eddie’s dick spring up.
Steve placed a kiss to the base, massaging his thighs with his hands. Eddie had to close his eyes when Steve wrapped his lips around his dick for the first time.
Eddie saw stars when Steve began to suck.
He moved cautiously, learning what Eddie liked.
Eddie liked when Steve wrapped a hand around the parts he couldn’t yet reach, stroking him and spreading the saliva down his length.
Eddie really liked when Steve moaned around his dick.
Eddie loved when Steve slowly pulled off, looking up at him for gratification.
And oh, Eddie was prepared for that.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you feel amazing. Your mouth is so warm, so wet for me. You’re perfect. Utterly perfect. You make me feel so good. Are you gonna let me make you feel good?”
At Steve’s nod, Eddie pushed him back on the bed, finally getting rid of his pants and underwear.
Eddie pulled down Steve’s boxers reverently, kissing each inch of skin that was revealed.
When Eddie took Steve into his mouth for the first time, Steve arched his back off the mattress. Eddie had to restrain him with a hand to his hip, but Steve seemed to like that. Eddie pulled off with a pop.
“You like that? When I hold you down?”
Steve looked a little embarrassed. Eddie couldn’t have that.
“Tell me. Tell me if you like it.”
“Jesus, I like it, Eddie. I’ve wanted you to hold me down for weeks.”
“Weeks, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Steve pulled Eddie up for a burning kiss before Eddie went back to sucking the soul out of Steve’s dick.
Eddie tongued Steve’s slit on the tip, adding just enough pressure for Steve to feel it.
Then, he snaked an arm around Steve’s thighs, pulling them apart.
Eddie stopped breathing when he smelled Steve’s slick for the first time.
Almost in a trance, Eddie flipped Steve over, grabbed a pillow, and shoved it under Steve’s willing hips. He leaned in and licked a stripe over Steve’s hole, moaning at the taste.
If he thought Steve’s scent was good? It had nothing on this.
Eddie spent long minutes licking at Steve’s hole, the fluttering ring of muscle dancing under Eddie’s tongue. He would thrust it in an inch, then back out. Then in, then out. Steve was a babbling mess under Eddie.
“YES, Eddie, just like that. Oh my god, please, give me more, I need more…”
“Jesus, Stevie.” Eddie said huskily. “You taste…divine. No one’s ever touched you here before, have they?”
“No,” Steve gasped. “No one. Just you. All yours.”
“Mine.” Eddie agreed, before slowly thrusting one finger into Steve’s slick entrance.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Steve hissed, clamping down on Eddie’s finger.
“Goddamn, Stevie, you feel amazing. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. No one else can have you.”
“No one else.” Steve agreed.
Eddie slid another finger into Steve, opening him up.
“You gotta relax for me, baby. Okay?”
“I can do that.” Steve panted, relaxing his muscles until Eddie could slide three fingers inside him.
Eddie thrust them in and out, massaging Steve’s thighs where they were shaking from effort.
Steve was trying to meet Eddie’s thrusts, and Eddie needed to be in him, like, yesterday.
“Fucking hell, Stevie. I need to fuck you. Tell me I can fuck you.”
“God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll kill you.”
“Condoms?”
“Nightstand.”
“Good boy.” Steve preened under the praise, and Eddie made a note to compliment his Omega more.
Eddie reached over for a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, and rolling it onto his dick. He reluctantly pulled his fingers out of Steve, who moaned in displeasure.
“Easy, Stevie. Gotta let me get ready.”
“I need you, alpha, please.” And if Eddie wasn’t already desperate, he would be now.
Eddie didn’t know how he managed to slide into Steve so slowly, but he managed it. Both of them were panting, desperate to be close to each other.
Eddie bottomed out, groaning at the feeling of Steve around him.
Steve moaned, hips twitching, asking for more.
“Eddie, please, move, I need more.” He begged, and Eddie was pulling out and thrusting in before he’d even finished his sentence.
“Fucking—Christ.” Eddie bit out as he thrust in and out. “You’re so – tight. So – fucking—perfect for me. All mine.”
“All yours.” Steve mumbled from where his head was buried in a pillow.
Eddie thrust in and out for what could have been minutes, could have been hours.
His necklaces dangled on Steve’s back, and Steve squirmed under him at every thrust, desperate to meet his motions.
“Wanna—” Steve panted. “Wanna see you.”
Eddie pulled out and flipped Steve.
“Like this?” Eddie asked into Steve’s ear, kissing his scent glad again, just because he could.
“Yes. Or no. Or, can I…”
“Stevie, I’m pretty sure I would let you do literally anything to me right now.” Eddie panted.
“I want to ride you.” Steve blurted out, and Eddie’s mind blanked. White noise. Static.
“Yes. Yeah, that, let’s do that.” He eventually was able to say, and Steve laughed happily.
Soon enough, Steve was lowering himself back onto Eddie’s dick, whose eyes rolled back in his head when Steve was fully seated.
Steve looked a little too proud of himself.
As Steve began to lift himself up, and go back down, Eddie’s hands burned bruises into Steve’s waist.
Good.
Soon, Steve was riding Eddie’s dick like he was made for it, letting out little noises on every stroke.
At this angle, Eddie could kiss him to swallow every one. So he does.
Eddie brings Steve into a frenzied kiss, which soon turns into breathing into each other’s mouths.
“I’m not gonna last much longer.” Eddie warns.
“I’m so close, Eddie.” Steve admits. “Please, touch me.” He begs.
Eddie braces himself against the headboard and takes Steve’s length gently in hand, sliding his fist up and down at a brutally slow pace.
Steve whines, throwing his head back.
Eddie can’t help but lean in, pumping his fist faster, to suck at Steve’s neck. When his teeth come down for a particularly rough love bite, Steve comes with a shout, calling Eddie’s name.
Eddie isn’t far behind Steve, thrusting up into his tight, wet heat with abandon, coming into the condom yelling Steve’s name.
Steve collapses on top of Eddie, who chuckles slightly.
“’s not funny.” Steve berates as he winces when Eddie pulls out.
“Of course not. I’m just…happy.”
Steve meets his eyes, smiling. “I’m happy, too.”
Once Eddie cleans themselves and the bed up, they fall asleep, curled together like they were made to be.
This time, when Eddie wakes up, he’ll snake a hand around to Steve’s dick, coaxing it to full hardness before Steve even wakes up.
Steve whines, half arousal half annoyance. “I’m so sore.” He grumbles but leans into Eddie’s embrace.
“Then you shouldn’t have screamed at me to fuck you harder and harder and—”
“Shut up.” Steve says half-heartedly, thrusting into Eddie’s fist.
“Make me.”
Steve bats Eddie’s hand away so he can turn around and kiss Eddie, who groans.
“Morning breath.” He warns Steve.
Steve doesn’t care.
The next few days pass in a horny blur, fielding calls from the school and from Robin on their breaks from each other.
Soon enough, they’re ready to go back to school.
Eddie doesn’t really want to, though.
“Eddie,” Steve warns as Eddie sucks a hickey under Steve’s collar. “We have to go pick up Robin.”
“Who cares about first period? Or second. Or—”
Steve laughs, pushing Eddie off him onto their bed.
He stands up, pulling Eddie with him. Eddie pulls him into a kiss, quicker than Steve can anticipate.
They both sigh into the kiss, Eddie’s tongue making its way into Steve’s mouth to map the familiar crevices.
“I love you.” Eddie says quietly into the morning air, and Steve comes alive under his hold.
“I love you, too.” Steve responds, and they both share a smile.
“How long have you loved me?” Eddie asks on their way to pick up Robin, and Steve groans.
“C’mon, it can’t be worse than my answer.”
“What’s your answer?”
“As soon as I smelled you, I knew you were mine. But I fell in love with you the morning after you stayed the night.”
“See, that’s romantic! I knew I loved you when you—well, when you kissed my forehead after my party. I wanted to jump your bones then, but I was too tired. And a little too chicken-shit.”
Eddie’s stomach does a flip. “You felt that?”
“Of course. I wasn’t dead asleep yet. And I guess it was kind of romantic, too.”
Eddie raises their held hands and kisses Steve’s.
Steve blushes, and Robin comes running out of her house.
“You two are so dead, I’m going to be late and it’s all your fault!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Steve and Eddie say and the same time, and then laugh.
“Oh, yeah, laugh it up! But I only see Vickie in first period, so let’s GO.”
They go.
Steve lets Eddie tell Gareth about his whole deal, Steve finally opens up to Eddie about the Upside Down, and they both enjoy a life with each other and their respective found families.