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There was a baby on the plane who hadn’t stopped crying since they left Los Angeles. Argyle seemed to have blocked it out already, but Gareth was a nervous flyer, even in the best conditions, and he’d spent every single second of this flight focusing on this screaming child and how to get it to stop.
He had never been a religious man, but he was willing to pray to any god he had to to make it quiet.
Around Kansas City she finally calmed down, but Gareth could still hear the ringing in his ears.
Argyle was sound asleep when they landed in Indianapolis, waking with a startle when Gareth shook his shoulder.
“Jeez, dude, you can sleep through anything, huh?”
Argyle gave him a sleepy grin, standing up from his seat as everyone made their way off of the plane.
It had been nearly seven months since the last time the two of them had been back in Indiana. Gareth missed his family, and couldn’t wait to meet his new niece, Molly, who’d been born in May.
His mom and dad were both waiting in the airport, bright smiles across their faces when they saw Gareth and Argyle make it through the flight gate.
“My baby!” Helen squealed, rushing forward and wrapping her arms around Gareth.
“Mom, c’mon, I’m nearly 21.”
“You’ll never stop being my baby,” she chided, rustling her fingers through his hair. “Argyle, darling, how are you?”
“Living large and loving life, Mrs. L.”
Helen smiled, patting his arm and finally unlatching herself from around her son. Todd Letourneau was much more calm about his excitement, patting both of the boys on the back as they walked ahead of him.
“Matt, Kitty and the baby will be here at the end of the week. He had one last exam to take before they could get away. Your other brother decided to take his family to Disney World, so I’m not sure you’ll get to see them this summer.”
“Ah, man,” Argyle moaned, a look of disappointment on his face. “I was looking forward to seeing my buddies.”
Gareth’s oldest brother, Scott, had two kids: Emily was 6, and Adam was 3. Both of them were completely obsessed with Argyle; he loved them just as much, if not more.
Gareth and Argyle started to slow down a little the closer they got to the car. It had been a long morning of traveling, and they still had more to go. They both flopped into the backseat, Gareth immediately resting his head on Argyle’s shoulder and not waking up until Argyle shook him awake at the outskirts of Hawkins.
Gareth slowly blinked awake, looking around at the all too familiar scenery. Argyle had his fingers buried in Gareth’s curls, running them back and forth across his scalp. Gareth hummed a happy little thing, nuzzling his nose into Argyle’s neck. Todd cleared his throat, and Gareth rolled his eyes as he pulled away.
“We weren’t even doing anything, Dad, jeesh.” Argyle gave his side a poke, his eyes meeting Gareth’s with a knowing look. Gareth wiggled a little in his seat, biting on his bottom lip as his eyes flitted between Argyle and his dad. Argyle gave him a reassuring nod and squeezed his thigh.
“Uh, hey, Dad. Would you… would you, uh, mind dropping us off at Steve and Eddie’s house?”
Helen clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“Gareth,” she scoffed, “you have all summer to hang out with your friends.”
Gareth rolled his eyes. “I know that, Mom. But Steve and Argyle are leaving for Boston in a week, and I just want to see my friends. Please?”
Helen sighed, resting her head against the back of her seat.
“Fine, but I want you home for supper. I planned on making your favorite.”
Gareth wasn’t going to say no to beef bourguignon, and he happily agreed to his mom’s request.
Hawkins was unusually quiet for a sunny, June day. Gareth could have sworn that when he was a kid he spent every minute he could outside of his house, but maybe the pull of the outdoors just wasn’t the same after the earthquake that happened three years ago.
Gareth knew now that it hadn’t been an earthquake. He couldn’t exactly blame anyone if they wanted to stay inside the comfort of their home instead of risking facing the horrors of the unknown. Steve and Eddie had assured him that everything was done, that this… Vecna monster had been defeated, but Gareth still got a chill up his spine when they passed by one of the cracks in the very earth of Hawkins. A permanent scar to remind them of what their town had gone through. An unwelcome reminder to Gareth that he had almost lost Eddie and Steve. Could have lost Argyle, too, but that was a whole other story of secrets, lies, and hidden truths.
He would still get upset at the thought of never getting to meet Argyle, and knew if he ever ran into any of the people who had held Ellie hostage and used her like a weapon, he would make them wish they had never been born. (He knew most of them were dead now, but it didn’t stop his blood from boiling at the thought).
The sight of the Harrington house warmed Gareth from the inside out. He never thought there’d be a day when he would long for the sprawling near-mansion of Steve Harrington’s like it was another home, but there were a lot of things in his life he never thought he’d get, either.
Steve’s dark cherry Beemer sat in the driveway, shiny and clean. He knew Eddie’s van was normally stored in the garage; it had gotten vandalized too many times to leave it out in the open anymore.
Todd pulled into the driveway, and the car had barely rolled to a stop before Gareth had propped open the back door and was on his way out. He pulled Argyle along with him, leaning down to talk to his mom through her window.
“Thanks for letting us stop here first, Mom, I really appreciate it.” He bent in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll be home by 6, I promise.”
“You better,” Helen quipped back, but with no real heat behind her words.
The Letourneau’s car slowly backed out and away, and Gareth had the self fortitude to wait until his parents were out of sight before he took off running towards the door.
The giant red front door was left unlocked whenever the guys were home, and Gareth barged in like he owned the place. He went through the stupidly extravagant foyer, across the kitchen and into the hallway leading towards the main area of the house.
“Hey shitheads, we’re back!”
There was a squeak and the sound of shuffling from the living room before Eddie Munson’s head of curls popped out of the doorway and into the view of the hallway. His face broke into the biggest smile Gareth had ever seen, and he flew down the hallway like an excited puppy, bumping into a few walls on the way.
Eddie wrapped Gareth into a hug, lifting him off of his feet for a brief second before putting him back down onto the soft, plush carpet. He cupped Gareth’s face in his hands, giving his cheeks a gentle shake as he looked at him, eyes shining.
“Gare-Bear! I missed you!”
Gareth rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. “Missed you, too, asshole.”
Eddie pressed a sloppy kiss to Gareth’s forehead before letting go of his face, turning towards Argyle with a sly grin. He tilted his head, bearing his canines like a predator looking at its prey.
“Argie, baby.”
He extended the vowels in his greeting, his voice husky and deep. Argyle smiled, almost shyly, before muttering out a quiet “hi, Eddie.”
Eddie sauntered over, slinging an arm around Argyle’s neck and pulling him down for a crushing kiss. Gareth’s mouth dropped open a little, partially because Eddie currently had his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat, and partially because he hadn’t been greeted that way.
“Hey, Munson, what gives? Stop sucking on my boyfriend’s tonsils.”
Eddie pulled away, leaving Argyle a little dazed, turning back to look at Gareth.
“I was just giving Argyle his before you got yours. Steve should be home any minute now.”
Gareth frowned. “He’s not here? I saw the Beemer out in the driveway.”
Eddie nodded, his arm still slung around Argyle’s shoulders.
“He’s been driving with Paula, the new girl. She’s like a mini Robin, so it’s helped him a lot with his other half being so far away.”
Robin had started school at the University of Michigan the same year Gareth started at UCLA. He knew the relationship Steve and Robin had was close to what he had with Eddie: they both felt a little lost when the other was gone.
“Wel-p,” Gareth started, popping the p loudly, “if Steve isn’t here I guess we should go. C’mon, baby, we might be able to catch up with my parents.”
“You,” Eddie growled, letting go of Argyle and pouncing onto Gareth. “You’re such a pain in my ass, Letourneau. Don’t know why I even keep you around.”
“Because the pussy is immaculate,” Gareth grunted out, his head locked underneath Eddie’s grip. Eddie laughed loudly, ruffling Gareth’s hair with his fingers.
“You said it, not me,” he quipped, letting go of Gareth and pushing him away. Eddie re-fluffed his curls with his fingers, straightening the black Mötley Crüe shirt he was wearing before clearing his throat.
“Speaking of, does that mean—”
He was cut off by the sound of the front door being opened, the thud of Steve kicking his sneakers off in the doorway.
“Babe?” Steve’s voice echoed through the halls. “When do Gareth and Argyle get in? Do you think they’ll stop here tonight?”
“Already here, buttercup!” Argyle called out, a sly grin on his face. There was a sudden silence in the house, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall.
“Gareth!” Steve squealed, rushing up behind the younger man and wrapping his arms around his middle. He swung him around a little–Gareth letting out a pitiful scream of protest–before setting him down and burying his face in his neck.
“Shit, I missed you,” Steve purred, his hands idly gliding up Gareth’s stomach and towards his chest. He turned him around, pressing his forehead to Gareth’s before pulling away and gently lifting his chin with a finger, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Theeeeere it is,” Eddie mumbled, a smug look on his face as he crossed his arms in front of himself.
Gareth had pushed forward to deepen the kiss, but Steve pulled away at Eddie’s remark, face turning a brilliant shade of pink. He took a step back, running a hand up the back of his neck, scratching his scalp at the base of his skull.
“Uhm, right, hi, Gare, good to see you.” He walked over to Eddie, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Hi, baby, hope you had a good day.” He turned his attention to Argyle, giving his bicep a few sharp taps. “Argyle, good to see you, dude.”
Eddie chuckled, wrapping one of his arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in close.
“It’s ok, baby, I know you weren’t expecting to see them today.” Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, turning back towards their guests. “Well, what can we do for you two? Just stopped by to say hi? Looking for a little more?” He winked at Argyle, who sucked in his lips to hide a smile before staring down at his feet. Gareth rolled his eyes.
“Keep it in your pants, Munson. Can’t a guy come say hi to his friends after not seeing them for months? Jesus.”
Eddie held up his hands in defense. “Ok, ok, my bad. Not in the mood for any fun I see. Wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Ok then, are you hungry? There’s a mushroom pizza from Vincenzo’s calling your name.”
Gareth smiled wide, nodding his head quickly. “Yes, yes, and yes. You know the way to my heart after all, Munson. You buying? I mean, I could, but that seems a little rude seeing as Arg and I are the guests here, right?”
Eddie chuckled as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, thumbing through the sparse bills in-between the folds. “You’re in luck, shithead. Managed to not spend all of my money yet this month. C’mon, big guy, wouldn’t be a pizza run without you.” He held out his hand for Argyle, who happily took it, but stopped after only taking a few steps. Argyle turned towards Gareth, his eyes filled with concern.
“You don’t care, right?”
Gareth rolled his eyes again, but quickly followed it with a loving smile spread across his lips. “When have I ever denied you the chance to pursue your passion for pizza-making? Go on, have fun. Don’t yell at Vinny again about how hot his ovens are, though. The last thing I need is for you to get me banned from my favorite pizza place.”
Argyle let out a high-pitched giggle, kissing Gareth quickly before taking off towards the front door; Eddie had already made his way to the driveway, and Gareth could hear the Beemer roar to life as Argyle walked through the front door. Gareth turned to Steve, who still had a wide, dumbstruck smile plastered on his face.
“C’mon, Harrington, what kind of host are you? I’ve been on a plane for hours and am parched. Whatcha got in this place? And why is it a thousand degrees here?” Gareth headed towards the kitchen, slowly peeling off different layers on the way. One of his sneakers came off next to the velvet armchair in the living room, the other kicked into the corner. His tattered plaid vest fluttered onto the carpet in the living room, followed quickly by the faded blue t-shirt he was wearing.
By the time Steve made it into the kitchen after him, Gareth was sitting on the counter in his jeans and a skin-tight tank top that he was wearing in place of bandages or a bra for traveling. His toes were wiggling out from underneath the cuffs of his pants and his feet kicked back and forth as he watched Steve roam across the kitchen, not saying a word but smirking like he knew a secret that Gareth didn’t. Gareth grinned as Steve walked over to the fridge, not at all hiding the fact that he was checking out his ass as he bent over to look at the contents inside.
“Uh, we got milk, OJ, I think one Dr. Pepper in the back; all the beer is in the fridge in the garage. I’ve been asking Eddie to bring it in for days now, but does he listen? No.”
Gareth twirled a piece of his hair around a finger as he listened to Steve drone on, his words quickly becoming background noise. Gareth wasn’t sure what was wrong with the AC in the Harrington house, but he didn’t exactly mind, as he watched a pearl of sweat go on a journey from the top of Steve’s forehead down the arch of his nose and finally falling, only to land with a splat onto the light blue polo Steve had on underneath his Family Video vest. The shirt clung to his chest even tighter as his sweat got sticky, and it was starting to become untucked from his blue jeans.
Steve straightened himself, his eyes flickering from the inside of the fridge over to Gareth. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Gareth in his house again; it had been too many months since his friend had been there, and his presence quieted an ache inside of Steve that he didn’t realize he had had since Christmas. The ache felt like a burning inside of his ribcage, situated right next to the little twin flame in his heart reserved for Eddie. He frowned a bit, his eyebrows curling into the middle of his forehead as he licked his lips before opening his mouth.
Something had changed.
Gareth had a faraway look in his eyes, his gaze never quite landing on Steve. Steve closed the fridge door slowly, peeling off his work vest and tossing it over one of the chairs sitting at the table. He slid to the other side of the kitchen island, his palms pressed into the cool stone of the counters.
“Gareth? Are you even listening to me?”
Gareth shook his head, his curls bouncing across his forehead. He blinked his eyes a few times, squinting over at Steve.
“What? No, yeah, of course I was, Harrington.” He licked his lips, tilting his head as he threw his thoughts together. “You said… beer was in the garage, but that you would be generous enough to go snag a few for me.”
He poked Steve’s shoulder, throwing him a sly smile. Steve rolled his eyes but nodded a few times, muttering to himself as he walked to the garage door.
Gareth pulled one of his legs up onto the counter, wrapping his arms around his leg and resting his chin on his knee. Eddie and Steve had painted the kitchen again since he had last been there, the walls darkened from a warm cream to a soft beige. There was a framed painting hanging behind the dining room table, and Gareth smiled when he realized it was from Will Byers. The kid was talented, he’d give him that.
Steve came back from the garage, pressing a cold can of beer to his forehead and holding out the rest of the six-pack for Gareth.
“Sorry it’s so fucking hot,” he started, leaning against the kitchen island and cracking open the can. “AC went out this morning. Eddie called Wilkerson’s but they couldn’t come out until tomorrow morning at the earliest. Apparently, we’re not the only people whose AC unit blew.” He chugged half of his beer in one swallow, coming up for air with a gasp.
Gareth nodded, opening one for himself and feeling a wave of relief as the cool liquid went down his throat. His eyes never left Steve as he watched him reach for another, his hands engulfing the small, silver can.
One of the last times Gareth had seen Steve, they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, and the tiniest spark of something was set ablaze in Gareth’s chest. It had been seven months since then, and he had hoped that feeling had died, or maybe he’d realize it was never real in the first place.
Steve’s gaze flitted up towards Gareth and he knew he had been wrong, so wrong.
A part of Gareth had been missing this whole time, a part of him that he was trying his damnedest to deny even existed.
Gareth loved Argyle with his entire being; there would be no Gareth if Argyle wasn’t right beside him. But Gareth really couldn’t lie to himself anymore that there wasn’t a Gareth without Steve either. He loved his life in California with his boyfriend, but something always felt off, felt missing. He blinked slowly as he finally looked back at Steve’s face, noticing his mouth moving but unable to hear any words. Steve moved into Gareth’s space, each of his hands pressed into the countertop on either side of Gareth’s hips.
“Hey.”
Gareth blinked awake, his eyes focusing on Steve’s face only a few inches from his own.
“Steve,” he mumbled out, his voice faraway. He wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to reach out and take. He didn’t know what that would mean though, for him, for his relationship, for Steve and Eddie. It felt stupid to be worrying about something like feelings when he and Steve had already fucked five ways to Sunday, but this felt different. It felt bigger than Gareth could handle. It felt bigger than anything he was ever even allowed to dream.
Steve pushed forward, slotting himself in-between Gareth’s thighs. He leaned in, brushing his nose against Gareth’s. His breath was warm against Gareth’s face, and even though it was humid and hot in the kitchen from the June sun beating down on Hawkins, the heat from his mouth was welcome.
“Sorry, you just… seem a little out of it. I thought maybe you had something else on your mind.”
Gareth shook his head quickly, closing his eyes shut tight. Of course. That’s all this was. The four of them fooled around, but that was it. Fun between friends. Anything Gareth thought he felt with Steve wasn’t real, it was just muddled in with memories of long, breathless nights and orgasms that made him feel like he had died and been brought back to life. He finally opened his eyes to look up at Steve, his own deep-brown irises filled with warmth and want.
“I didn’t, really, but what kind of ideas do you have, Harrington?”
Steve chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes and starting to pull away but Gareth held on tight, wrapping his legs around Steve’s waist, his ankles tucked at the small of his back. His fingers gripped onto Steve’s forearms, holding him in place as they both breathed heavily. The air felt charged, and it made the hairs on Gareth’s arms stand up. It was hard to breathe, like going outside and feeling the rush of humidity before a thunderstorm.
Gareth had always been told that there were two types of people in the world: people like him, the freaks, the outcasts, the throwaways; and people like Steve Harrington, the popular kids, the rich kids, the ones who society actually gave a damn about. The world worked best when those two types of people stayed separated, stayed in their own little bubble. Those different types of people weren’t even meant to co-exist, let alone intermingle, and Gareth had always been fine with that. He knew he was a freak from an early age and had accepted his fate then.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Falling in love with Steve Harrington would tear his universe apart. But then again, Gareth Letourneau had always known that life would never be easy for him. Maybe this was just part of his fate.
He rushed forward, smashing his lips against Steve’s with a ferocity that should have sent sparks flying. Steve gasped against his mouth, his hands moving away from the countertop and onto any bit of Gareth that he could reach. Touching, squeezing, stroking every single piece of exposed skin and then some. His hands glided underneath Gareth’s tank top, fingers sticking to the sweat-soaked skin on his stomach.
“Can I touch you? Please, let me touch you,” he begged against Gareth’s mouth, his pleas sweet against Gareth’s tongue. Gareth sucked in a breath but nodded, raking his fingernails across Steve’s shoulders.
“Ok,” he whispered, his words cut off as Steve licked into his mouth. He pulled away with a gasp. “But don’t take my shirt off, please. I don’t… I don’t want to see.”
Steve groaned as one of his hands moved up to Gareth’s chest, the other fumbling with the button on his jeans with little success.
“You’re so beautiful, Gareth, you’re so…” he tweaked one of Gareth’s nipples between his fingers, causing Gareth’s head to get thrown back onto his shoulders as he gasped. Steve pulled away for a second to take off his own shirt, practically throwing it into the kitchen sink. Steve buried his face into Gareth’s neck, kissing and sucking and biting any part of him he could reach.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
It was quiet enough that Gareth wasn’t sure he was meant to hear it, the words mumbled against his neck. He grabbed Steve’s face with his hands, pulling him back up for another kiss. This one was ravenous, with Steve pressing in and making a tiny, eager noise against Gareth’s mouth that made Gareth want to eat him alive. He greedily moved his lips against Steve’s, desperate to devour every noise and breath to come out of his mouth. He wasn’t sure he could stop even if he wanted to.
“Gareth,” Steve mumbled out weakly, trembling as he pressed closer, closer, like he was trying to merge the two of them into one. Gareth bit at his lower lip, licking into his mouth hot and reckless and almost possessive.
Steve’s hands are still everywhere against Gareth, moving quickly like he isn’t sure where to go next, like it all might disappear underneath his grasp. He stops when he reaches the buttons on Gareth’s jeans, but the groan that rips out of Gareth’s throat only spurs him on faster.
“Why are we wearing so many clothes?” Gareth breathes out almost angrily, like Steve had purposefully put barriers between the two of them. He lets Steve take off his jeans easily; the discarded denim quickly joins Steve’s shirt on the other side of the kitchen. Steve tries to take a step back to shimmy out of his own pants, but Gareth won’t let him, refuses to let up on his grip around his waist, so Steve makes do, kissing Gareth hungrily as he works his way out of his jeans and boxers.
Gareth’s hands are on his dick the second it springs free from his pants and the groan he lets out echoes across the kitchen.
“I want–” Gareth starts, keening a pathetic little noise as Steve’s fingers roam up one of the legs of his boxers, pressing against his wet heat with the pads of his fingers. God, the fucking noises ripped out of Gareth’s throat were enough to make Steve want to come, and he had to take a breath, rest his forehead against Gareth’s as he gasped loudly.
“Tell me,” Steve mutters, sliding a finger inside of Gareth at the same time Gareth’s own hand starts to slowly work up and down Steve’s length. They both gasp at the same time, attempting to kiss again but only succeeding in breathing into each other’s mouths. Gareth’s free hand is still gripped tightly around Steve’s shoulders, pressing, pulling, grasping him towards himself. The white hot ball of need in the pit of his stomach is desperate for Steve, for the feeling of him.
“Please, Steve,” Gareth whines out, hoping and praying the words would be enough for Steve to understand.
Steve nods feverishly, muttering out stunted little yeahs as he pulls off Gareth’s boxers and yanks his body as close to the edge of the counter as he can. Gareth is breathing heavily, and every inch of his skin is on fire. Steve can feel the heat coming off of his body, sticky and sweet against Steve’s own skin. He dips down for another kiss, Gareth’s teeth digging into his lower lip.
“Eddie is gonna make me bleach the kitchen after this,” Steve laughed out, attempting to break the hot, desperate tension between the two of them. It doesn’t work. Gareth barely moves his mouth away from Steve’s to respond.
“Please don’t talk about Munson when you’re two seconds away from fucking me.”
“Brat,” Steve quips in response, a chuckle teasing the edge of his words. Gareth reaches down to take a hold of Steve, guiding him between his legs until he feels the blunt head of his dick tease at his entrance. They both gasp at the feeling, and Steve kisses Gareth hard as he slowly, slowly pushes in.
Gareth has to break away from Steve’s mouth to gasp in air, tiny mewls mixed in with his pants as his body stretches to accommodate the new intrusion. The burn is more intense than usual; he knows there wasn’t enough foreplay to get him wet enough for Steve’s dick, but he doesn’t care. He needed Steve in him, needed to feel him in his most sacred place to feel whole again.
There had been a gaping hole in his chest festering for the seven months since he had seen Steve Harrington last, and Gareth finally felt like he could breathe properly again. Having Steve inside of him felt like putting balm on a burn; he needed it and it felt fucking good.
Steve bottoms out and they both sit in silence, grasping hard onto one another and breathing heavily. Gareth finally finds the strength to move, ducking his head back just a little to look Steve in the eye.
Steve looks feral, his eyes blown wide and cheeks flushed a dark pink. His lips are parted as he gasps out breaths, his chest heaving. Gareth raises a hand, cupping Steve’s cheek in his palm.
“Are you okay?”
Steve clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, sucks in a breath and nods slowly.
“You… you feel…”
Gareth rolls his hips slowly and Steve gasps loudly, digging his fingers into Gareth’s hips to stop him.
“Fuck, fuck, Gareth, not yet. Not… shit…” Steve throws his head back onto his shoulders, laughing out an airy chuckle. “I feel like I could come just from this. You feel so good.”
He brings his head back to look at Gareth, mouth still agape. He bends down to kiss him, his whole body trembling. Gareth clenches around his dick, pressing their lips together to swallow the gasp that falls out of Steve’s mouth.
“Hope you know how to pull out, Harrington. The pill is good, but let’s not take any chances, hm?”
Steve's body relaxes minutely as he laughs, his fingers loosening their death grip on Gareth’s hips.
“You kidding me? ‘Pull out’ is my middle name.”
Steve slowly starts to shift his hips back, his dick moving achingly slow inside of Gareth. He only manages to slip out a little before he’s thrusting back in, still shivering from head to toe. He looks down at where he’s buried inside of Gareth, a small moan rushing from his lips.
“I was just kidding,” Steve started, looking back at Gareth’s face with a smirk. “My middle name is Francis.”
Gareth rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’s better, Steve.”
Steve closes his eyes, fingers tightening onto Gareth’s body again.
“Will you keep saying my name?” He asks quietly, breath hot as he mouths at Gareth’s neck. “I really like when you say my name.”
There was a tightness in Gareth’s chest, squeezing at his heart until he thought he wouldn’t be able to take it any more. He curls his fingers around Steve’s hand on his hip, urging him to move.
“Steve,” he moans out, breathy and low. Steve groans back, the urging from Gareth finally giving him the strength to move. His hips were already picking up speed, thrusting himself into Gareth’s heat. Gareth can feel every push and pull inside of him, and he’s already aching for more. He rocks his hips to meet Steve’s, making sure to mutter out Steve’s name every time a grunt is forced out of his throat.
When Steve manages to move one of his hands and press his fingers against Gareth’s clit, Gareth almost screams out with how good it feels. He replaces the scream instead with a long, high-pitched moan, one that has Steve groaning back in response. Steve’s touch sends a shock all the way down to Gareth’s toes, curling them inwards. Steve yanks at his hips again and Gareth loses his balance, falling back onto the counter with an oof. He hates not being able to see Steve anymore, but the different angle gives Steve room to push deeper. Gareth closes his eyes, relishing the little bursts of pleasure that are breaking out across his entire body.
“Fuck, Steve, don’t stop,” Gareth moans out, the sweat on his back helping him glide back and forth across the counter as Steve rocks into him. His shirt had long since rolled up to his mid-back, heavy and sweat-soaked. He was almost tempted to tell Steve to take it off, but wasn’t sure he could form a coherent sentence even if he tried.
He lets himself fall into sensation, his brain going to mush as he focuses only on Steve. All Gareth can hear is the slapping of skin and Steve’s little pants, echoing across the kitchen with each movement of his body. It feels forbidden for someone like Gareth to ever get to enjoy this kind of music from Steve Harrington. Steve’s thrusts start to become erratic, his breath catching around a moan more often than not.
“Shit, Gareth, baby, I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it.”
Gareth whines out in protest but releases his ankles from behind Steve’s back, giving him room to move away. They both gasp as Steve pulls out, his hand moving on his dick immediately.
“Steve,” Gareth moans out one more time, and that’s it for Steve. He comes with a shout, painting stripes across Gareth’s lower belly for what seems like forever. He finally crumbles on top of Gareth, attempting to kiss him as he tries to catch his breath at the same time. Gareth can feel Steve’s release gliding between their skin, and it’s warm and weird and he doesn’t hate it, necessarily.
“Gare, Gareth, baby,” Steve mumbles, mouthing his way down Gareth’s neck and chest. He sucks at one of Gareth’s nipples through his shirt and Gareth’s back arches off the counter at the sensation. Normally his nipples and breasts don’t do anything for him during sex, but his entire body feels like it’s on fire right now, and every touch from Steve is a jolt of lightning.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise,” Steve says against Gareth’s stomach, his tongue gliding across his skin to clean up his own mess. He leans up to kiss Gareth again; Gareth groans when he tastes Steve on his mouth, licking at his lips hungrily.
Steve pulls away, nipping at the tip of Gareth’s nose before sliding down and burying his face in-between Gareth’s thighs.
Gareth already knew Steve was a god with his mouth, but there was something different in the air today, something that made each swipe of his tongue feel like heaven. Gareth gasped as Steve’s tongue probed into him, his nose gliding against his clit and making his limbs feel tingly.
He took a hold of Steve’s hair with both hands, gripping the strands down at the scalp, torn between yanking them up and pushing Steve’s head even further down.
It didn’t take long for Gareth to start to feel that curl of want in the pit of his stomach, his hips rocking forward in desperate need to feel more.
“Steve,” he whined between long, wanton moans, his voice echoing back at him from all directions. He didn’t recognize his own voice, didn’t know who was calling for Steve in his haze of bliss.
He felt himself start to tumble over that edge between build-up and release, his thighs quaking against Steve’s head.
“Shit, oh god, Steve. Fuckin’… love you, feels so good. Oh my god.”
Gareth broke off with a high-pitched whine, back arching and thighs clenching. His breath caught in his lungs and he hovered in ecstasy for a second before crashing back down to earth. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and he almost threw himself into a coughing fit as he laughed at Steve, who was still face-down in his lap.
“Come on, come back, sweetheart,” Gareth muttered, pulling Steve toward him, grunting with effort.
Steve had a weird grin on his face when he finally rose from the depths, a little sideways thing that made Gareth shiver at the implications. He immediately pressed his lips to Gareth’s, kissing him harder than he had the whole afternoon so far.
Gareth laughed again as he pulled away, his hands flying up to hold onto either side of Steve’s face.
“What’s gotten into you, Harrington? Haven’t gotten off in a while or what?”
Steve’s eyes were shiny, almost sparkling, his glance never moving away from Gareth’s mouth.
“Eddie and I fucked this morning. Did you just say—“
He was cut off by the sound of the door opening and Eddie’s Reebok’s getting kicked off and slammed into the wall on the far side of the foyer.
“Lucy! We’re home!”
The smell of pizza filled the air and Gareth groaned with how good it smelled. Pizza in California was fine, there was nothing wrong with it, but nothing was ever going to compare to Vincenzo’s. If he ever won the lottery, he was going to convince Vinny to move the whole building out west, so he’d never have to go a day without it again.
Eddie turned the corner into the kitchen, almost dropping the precious pizza pie from his hands.
“Ah, come on,” he groaned, throwing one of his hands over his eyes. “You guys couldn’t have waited until we got back? And on the fucking kitchen counter?! We eat food there, Letourneau!”
Gareth giggled, still holding on tight to Steve, who had to be getting uncomfortable– he was hunched over and lying on top of Gareth in a small puddle of his own cum. Gareth would have already been halfway through a shower if he was in Steve’s shoes. Steve, however, seemed happy as could be. He had his head resting in the middle of Gareth’s chest, and his hands were idly running down Gareth’s sides. He hummed in response to Eddie, grinning broadly and trying to hide his smile by ducking his face in-between Gareth’s breasts. Eddie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and laying down across Steve’s back. Gareth groaned at the excess weight, unable to move underneath Steve and Eddie.
Argyle shuffled across the kitchen, taking a hold of Gareth’s face in his hands. He had a soft smile across his lips, and the shine of adoration in his eyes.
“Having fun, Curls?”
Gareth nodded, straining his neck up to get a kiss from his boyfriend. Argyle grinned, bending down to press a kiss to Gareth’s lips upside-down. He pulled away and Gareth immediately frowned. He let go of Steve, yanking on Argyle’s shirt to pull him back down for another kiss. He licked into his mouth, pushing him away with a grunt. His eyebrows curled into the middle of his forehead as he sat in thought, trying to puzzle out the taste against his lips. His eyes widened and he looked up at Argyle, his jaw dropping in disbelief.
“Did you… did you blow Eddie in the car?!”
Argyle laughed, his voice echoing throughout the room. He lifted his gaze to look at Eddie, who was attempting to hide by burying his face into Steve’s back.
“I told you he’d figure it out,” Argyle said, shrugging his shoulders lazily.
Gareth tried to swat at Eddie, his arms flailing aimlessly without actually hitting anything.
“You motherfucker,” he started, his curls bouncing as he shook his head back and forth. “Giving me and Steve shit about not waiting when you were getting your rocks off with my boyfriend. Fuck right off, Munson.”
Eddie finally stood back up, barking out a laugh as he leaned across the counter to come face-to-face with Gareth. He cupped his hands to set his chin down, his eyelashes fluttering.
“You jealous, Gare-Bear?”
Gareth moved to playfully smack him in the face, and Eddie barely ducked out of the way in time. He backed up to stand behind Steve again, but not before throwing a wink at Argyle, who blushed an uncharacteristic shade of pink. Gareth rolled his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be jealous of anyone who has to have your dick in their mouth.” He paused, wiggling even more as he attempted to squirm out from underneath Steve. “Harrington, do you think you’re going to move anytime soon, or should I just accept my new life upside-down on your kitchen counter?”
“Never moving,” Steve mumbled, but Gareth could feel him shifting, gaining his bearings on shaky legs. He stood up with a crack of his knees, groaning as he stretched. His face was still shiny with sweat and slick, and the hairs on his stomach were starting to become dry and crusty from his own release. “‘M gonna go shower,” he muttered, pattering out of the kitchen after a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips.
Gareth sat up with a grunt, glancing behind him to see the damage to the granite countertops. A puddle of sweat, maybe a small spot of bodily fluids– nothing that a dab of Mr. Clean couldn’t erase. Gareth smirked up at Eddie, who rolled his eyes once he picked up on the self-satisfied look on his best friend’s face.
“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it, Letourneau. Only a few more days until you’re stuck with me for a week, and I think payback is going to be a bitch.”
Gareth flipped him the bird, sliding off the kitchen counter and almost eating shit as his legs failed to work properly for a moment. Eddie took a step forward, arms held out to help him. Gareth took a look at his outstretched arms and froze, trying to ignore the tightening feeling in his stomach. He opened his mouth to speak before quickly closing it, turning silently to look for his discarded boxers.
He found them kicked under one of the dining table chairs, scooping them up and hobbling towards the kitchen door.
“Steve! Wait up! I need a shower, too!”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “There are four other bathrooms in this house, you don’t need to shower with Steve.”
Gareth threw him a smirk. “Just trying to save water, Munson. Haven’t you seen Mad Max?” He practically skipped out of the room, a high-pitched giggle sneaking past his lips.
“Yeah, well, I think you just want to fuck my boyfriend again, Letourneau. And it’s called Road Warrior!” Eddie yelled after him, receiving a barking laugh in return. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, letting out a huff. He walked over to the fridge, snagging the last of the beers before motioning towards the pizza still sitting warm on the counter.
“Grab that pie, big guy. We can go see what’s on TV.”
Argyle didn’t hesitate in grabbing the pizza and walking towards the door, but he stopped when he saw Eddie doing the same.
“Don’t you wanna, uh, clean up first?”
Eddie laughed, wrapping his free arm around Argyle’s waist.
“I’m not cleaning shit. That’s all Stevie. And once he’s done, what do you say you and I make a little mess of our own?”
Argyle giggled, his facial features crinkling together in a grin. Eddie threw him a wink before walking them towards the living room, hoping they’d find something good to watch. He had the urge now to watch Road Warrior, and he was going to make Steve and Gareth go on a trip to rent it. Maybe get another pizza, too, if they didn’t manage to make it out of the shower before Eddie and Argyle finished it off.