Skull Rock Moves

by Rini2012

Summary:

Steve treats Eddie to a romantic first date at Skull Rock.

“Where the fuck is my eyeliner!?” Eddie shouted as he tore through his piles of books and clothes. “I need it tonight!”

It was the night of their first official date, and Eddie was panicking. No matter how much he tore his room apart, he couldn’t find his good eyeliner pencil that he used for Corroded Coffin shows. Not to mention his hair was more frizzy than curly because of the damn summer humidity and the shirt he wanted to wear had a stain that wouldn’t come out of it. It had been three days since they were at the amusement park with the kids (and the heavenly fuck afterward), and Steve said he wanted to take Eddie on a proper date – at Skull Rock no less. That was why it was so bad that everything seemed to go wrong when it was time for him to get ready. How was he supposed to hang off Steve “the Hair” Harrington’s arm if his own hair wouldn’t cooperate? The hair was more important than the eyeliner, so Eddie ditched his search and went back to the bathroom to try to tame his unruly locks. He used some water from the sink to dampen his hair and sprayed it down to get some semblance of control. How could something attached to his body be so finicky?

His uncle leaned against the doorframe and watched Eddie through the mirror. “You look fine, Ed.”

“You’d say that if I were covered in cow shit.”

“Nah, I’d say you look like shit if you were covered in shit.”

Eddie groaned and pulled at his stupid fucking hair. “Why today of all days is my hair being stupid!? I just need it to look metal, not frizzy!”

“Eddie, take a breath.”

Despite how much he wanted to do the opposite, Eddie listened to his uncle. He closed his eyes, leaned his arms on the bathroom counter, and took some deep breaths. It had started as a joke since Wayne liked to say ‘take a breath’ instead of ‘calm down’, but over time, it genuinely helped calm his nerves. He felt his shoulders sag and his chest loosen over the course of the five breaths he took, and opened his eyes when he was done. He was still far from ready for his date, but he didn’t feel like the entire world was on fire anymore.

“You wanna know what I think?” Wayne asked.

“I know you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“Steve is so far gone on you that it doesn’t matter what you look like. You’re just gettin’ in your own way again.”

Eddie pulled the shitty eyeliner out of his drawer and leaned forward to apply it to his waterline. “Easy for you to say. You haven’t been on a date in years.”

Wayne smirked. “You’d be surprised.”

Eddie cringed. “... good for you..?”

“Life don’t end once you get to my age-”

“I don’t need to know, thanks! I’ve got 30 years before I worry!”

It took a lot longer to apply the eyeliner than it did with his good pencil. He hated this pencil, it took five layers just to get a decent line and he had to swipe it on his tongue to keep it from drying out. He’d stolen it a few years ago from a buyer’s car, probably belonged to the buyer’s girlfriend at the time. It was barely big enough to be used anymore, but desperate times called for desperate measures, even if Steve would end up tasting makeup on his tongue.

When he was finally finished with his makeup, he took a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. He hadn’t gone as heavy-handed as he did for his band’s concerts, his outfit was tasteful and subtly sexy. It was far more subdued, a necklace with an upside-down cross, his rings, and the chain he always wore with his pants. Since the shirt he wanted to wear was dirty, he’d decided to try for symbolism to make Steve laugh. It was a Hawkins class of 1984 shirt that Eddie cannibalized by cutting out the collar and sleeves, then scribbled a bunch of phrases with sharpie about conformity and nerds vs. jocks. He brought it out for the Hawkins High talent show as a statement, and it showed off his tattoos. If he added the vest to finish off the look, it could distract from how tragically frizzy his hair was – damn him for not buying more conditioner.

Eddie sighed and hung his head in defeat. “Sometimes… sometimes I wonder why he picked me out of everyone in Hawkins.”

In the mirror, Wayne looked offended on his behalf. “Edmund Munson, you take that back.”

“What? You’ve seen him. It’s not hard to wonder-”

Wayne took Eddie by the shoulders and turned him to face him. He had that serious look on his face, the one he got when he needed Eddie to understand something important.

“That boy is lucky to have found someone as smart and kind as you, Ed,” Wayne spoke like it was a fact of the universe. “I always knew you had it in you to break the family curse, and you did it — we both did. You have the heart and the brains to make something of yourself in this world that don’t know how to behave. Yes, I’ve seen how handsome Steve is, but I’ve seen him night after night, day after day, come to our house and take care of you. You’re the only one gettin’ in your own way about this when it’s clear how much he cares about you.”

Eddie felt his lip wobble, but he refused to mess up his eyeliner. “I like him, Wayne. I like him a lot.”

His uncle smiled. “I know.”

***

Somehow, Eddie managed to tame his hair and make it to the parking lot at the time Steve had told him to show up. With it being the beginning of June, sunset was a lot later than it normally was, but Steve said the mood wouldn’t be as good if they went to Skull Rock while the sun was up. Eddie saw the Beemer already parked in the parking lot, and he pulled up right beside it. The other thing Steve insisted on was that he bring a blanket and two pillows with him, which Eddie picked up in a pile from the passenger seat and took with him into the woods. He used what was left of the sunlight to find his way to Skull Rock and not trip over a root. The fireflies were all out in force, the temperature dipped a few degrees compared to the hot summer day, and the humidity only now decided to fuck off. He knew that if he’d gotten the same invitation to Skull Rock before everything with Vecna, he probably would’ve thought Steve was luring him for a gay-bashing session. Now, he felt downright giddy that he was asked by Steve the Slayer to accompany him on a twilight rendezvous. The smell that was uniquely heat and forest filled Eddie’s nose, adding to the secret gay date vibes.

By the time he made it to the rock, Steve was already there with a plastic bag and a boombox. He was bent over at the waist to put his stuff down in the cave of Skull Rock, which gave Eddie a front-row seat to those sexy as hell washed out jeans that hugged his ass and thighs. Then he stood up and turned around, and that polo shirt was just on the sexy side of too tight to show off muscle. Eddie didn’t bother to hide how obviously he was into the look, and Steve gave him a once over in return.

“If that’s how you dress for your concerts, I might come to your shows more often,” Steve said.

Eddie could feel himself blush under the praise. “Flattery will get you a lot of places, Harrington… maybe even into my pants.”

“Can I have the blanket?”

He let Steve take the pile out of his hands and was rewarded with another glorious view of that ass as the former jock bent over to lay it out. Clearly, there was a plan as to how to set up Skull Rock for their date, with the blanket and pillows laid out inside the alcove picnic style. The plastic bag crinkled as Steve reached into it, then there was the sound of plastic ripping that Eddie couldn’t see because of Steve’s back. A familiar crack was followed by a gentle glow of green light, and it suddenly became obvious what vibe Steve was going for. He had a bunch of glow sticks of different colors that he laid around the edges of the blanket to light up the small cave. When he was done with that, he pulled a tape out of his pocket and put it in the boombox. The sultry voice of Etta James echoed out of the rock just as the sun dipped fully below the horizon. Steve sat on the blanket on the side he usually took when he stayed over at Eddie’s place, looking up expectantly for a reaction. He was lit up in blues, greens, and pinks in the darkness of the cave, and Eddie had to hide his lovestruck expression behind a lock of hair.

“Color me sufficiently swooned,” he breathed.

“It’s not too much, right?”

“Not gonna lie, I was gonna ask you to show me your Skull Rock moves, but this is working on me.”

“I never brought anyone serious to Skull Rock. This is a special occasion.”

Eddie’s stomach dropped at the off-handed comment. “Is this… are we not serious?”

“Eddie, c’mon-”

He made a noise that definitely was undignified to cut Steve off. So many terrible memories flashed in his mind that he had to be sure of the whole situation for his own sanity. He sat on his knees at the mouth of the cave so he could look Steve in the eye when he told him this.

“I told you about Billy Hargrove, right?”

Steve looked concerned. “Yeah…?”

“Well, he wasn’t the first closeted jock who tried to fuck around with me. I let that happen one time when I started dealing, and the entirety of the repressed homo population of Hawkins tried to use me to fulfill their dirty fantasies. I know it’s probably stupid, but I don’t wanna-”

“Woah woah woah!” The beautiful boy sat up to grab Eddie’s hands. “Eddie, we fought demo-bats and an interdimensional supervillain together, okay? Safe to say I’m over casual flirts with no meaning.”

“… you sure?”

“I haven’t done flings like that since, god, before I met Robin. You came here to get away from angry hicks, I wanted to help you make better memories to replace the bad ones. I promise you that I’m not fucking around, okay?”

Despite all the dark emotions, that managed to make Eddie smile. “That’s… I shouldn’t say surprisingly considerate, but definitely sweet.”

“Trust me, I’m all in.”

He gently pulled Eddie into the alcove and gave him a peck on the lips. It was small, but it simultaneously sent a jolt of electricity through his nerves and reminded him that he was safe – that Steve was safe. Eddie laid down on the left side of the blanket, far more relaxed than even during the drive to Skull Rock. The glow sticks created a rainbow pattern of lights all over the walls of the small cave, and just outside the fireflies blinked lights softly at each other like their own lights show. It felt like their own personal haven where the world outside couldn’t get to them. It all screamed safety, comfort, Eddie was allowed to let his guard down for what felt like the first time in his entire life.

“Interdimensional supervillain,” Eddie mused. “Sounds like something Henderson would say.”

Steve smiled bashfully at that. “Mrs. Henderson has me over for dinner once a week. Sometimes I skim Dustin’s comic books when we hang out in his room.”

The metalhead sat up in excitement. “Which comics!?”

“I don’t know, it had a guy with claws and a girl with white hair-”

“YES!! Fuck yes, the X-Men are amazing!”

“X-Men?”

“Yeah. The head of the mutant school is Professor Xavier, and the teachers are part of a team called the X-Men who fight bad guys. It’s all about racism and accepting people who are different.”

“Ah. That explains why Dustin loves it.”

“He named his homemade radio tower after Xavier’s Cerebro. Of course he loves it.”

“Okay, I’ve hit the limit of nerd shit I’m willing to talk about. Pick a new topic.”

Eddie smirked triumphantly as he laid back down. “Just wait, you’re a nerd in the making.”

Hours went by like no time at all had passed. There were even more goodies in the bag Steve brought with him, a six pack of beer they sipped on while they talked about everything and nothing. It wasn’t enough to get either of them drunk, it simply took the edge off to help them relax more. They fell into the routine of their conversations when Steve stayed over at the trailer, comfortable silences mixed into laughing fits and heated debates on movies. It screamed safety into Eddie’s heart like he’d been hit by a truck of it, nobody else had been able to do that to him except his uncle when he realized he was there to stay. He never thought in a million years Steve Harrington would be his protector, and Eddie couldn’t be more happy about it. It made him smile in the next natural silence.

“How’s the music store job going?” Steve asked.

Eddie snorted. “The kids who work there keep asking for the gory details — from the cover story, of course, not the whole demo-bats thing.”

“Of course.”

“Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m tempted to tell them the real story just to see the look on their faces.”

“Puts a lotta things into perspective, doesn’t it?” Steve leaned further back into his pillow. “Like why does being prom king even matter when there’s a dimension of monsters right underneath Hawkins?”

“Or why should I care if a town of hicks thought I was a murderer? I saved them from things worse than death.”

“That part never really changes, and it’s frustrating as hell. My parents never bothered to show up all the times I’ve been in the hospital, so they never got the NDAs the government handed out.”

The casualness of that statement made Eddie look over. “You said you’ve been in the hospital four times for this shit.”

“Yep.”

“And your parents never showed up?”

“A card and a call, that’s all I ever got.”

“Holy shit.”

Steve shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

“Nuh-uh, fuck that!” Eddie leaned up on his elbow so he could glare righteously down at Steve. “My old man taught me how to punch after I got bullied in third grade, and he’s doing 25 in the slammer for grand larceny. You shouldn’t have to shrug off that your parents are worse than Alan Munson.”

“I guess I got good at… what does Robin call it, compartmentalizing? Your uncle told me that my dad has always been a piece of work, so I guess some things never change.”

“If there’s one thing my uncle’s good at, it’s remembering grudges.” he laid back down on his side to face his paladin. “He also remembers when people have done right by us. Pretty sure you’re part of the family in his book.”

He watched Steve turn onto his side to face him, not much distance between them in the cramped corridor Skull Rock made. The cassette had ended a while ago, so the only noise between them was their breathing and the crickets and cicadas chirping in the night. Eddie could hardly believe how lucky he’d gotten since that late night walkie call months ago, it was like he’d entered a dream he was bereft to wake up from. Steve slowly reached out and brushed a lock of Eddie’s hair behind his ear, the tips of his fingers made Eddie’s eyes flutter at the contact on his skin. They seemed to have the same idea at the same time because they both pulled each other into a kiss. It was soft, no real heat or destination in mind. Steve held onto him by Eddie’s cheek and hip, meanwhile Eddie let his hands wander over the contours of muscle on his protector’s back. Eddie kissed Steve like he wanted to make up for all of the lost time. He wanted to memorize the firmness of Steve’s lips, the graze of his stubble, how he licked playfully at Eddie’s bottom lip to ask for permission to deepen it.

And Eddie was never one to deny someone a good time.

He rolled over to slot himself between Steve’s legs and deepened the kiss significantly. Eddie explored the grooves and divots of his paladin’s mouth with his tongue, he could taste the remnants of their beers and mint toothpaste mixed with something that was simply Steve’s essence. And below the waist, he could feel the press of a filling boner against his thigh. He felt Steve’s hand slide up under his shirt to palm at his chest, the other went down to grab a handful of ass. There were so many fantasies Eddie had jerked off to over the years, and he’d lived one of them the other night after the amusement park. He knew Steve could be the sexiest bottom ever if he just let himself go.

Eddie broke the kiss to give his most sultry stare. “Do me a favor, Stevie.”

“Anything,” Steve breathed.

He traced his thumb against Steve’s bottom lip, wet with saliva. “Don’t hold back a single sound… and let me take care of you.”

Steve’s pupils dilated so much the color in his eyes nearly disappeared. “O-okay.”

Eddie took both of Steve’s large, battle-worn hands and pinned him by the wrists above his head. The sharp intake of breath and twitch of hips below him were all the confirmation Eddie needed that the mighty slayer was about to get his world fucking rocked. He kept one hand locked around Steve’s wrists and used the other to teasingly trail his fingers all along those ab muscles. Steve twitched and shifted under the feather-light touches, desperate to move or chase his own pleasure. Eddie untucked the polo shirt to reveal the edges of pubic hair that transitioned to Steve’s ungodly sexy body hair on his torso. Eddie had struggled hard not to stare the entire time Steve was shirtless in the Upside Down.

“There’re so many things I wanna show you,” Eddie whispered in his ear. “But mosquitos are a raging bitch, so we’ll do something called frottage.”

“Sounds messy.”

Eddie unbuckled Steve’s belt and popped the button on his jeans. “So messy… and so fun.”

With the fastenings of Steve’s jeans open, Eddie slid both his jeans and underwear down his thighs to reveal the hard, leaking cock that stood to attention in the summer air. It made Eddie’s mouth water, desperate to give him a good blowjob one day when they had the time and privacy. Already Steve seemed to fall apart under him, his face was bright red in the light of the glowsticks and his chest heaved with gasps. All this time, he hadn’t let go of Steve’s wrists and his hands flexed with a need to grab onto him. That was an avenue Eddie had travelled down a few times before, and it opened a lot of future possibilities in the bedroom. For now, he let go of Steve’s wrists to undo his own belt and jeans.

He let out a sigh of relief when he finally was released from the strain of the fabric. Eddie’s wallet dropped onto the blanket and he opened it to get out a condom and a packet of lube. Thank god he thought to restock on it yesterday. Somehow, Steve still kept his arms above his head despite Eddie not asking him to, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of Eddie taking off the rings on his right hand. Each ring clanked against each other on the blanket, the only sound apart from their breathing in the entire forest. He made sure to give Steve more of a show, kept his eyes on those coffee brown ones while he ripped open the condom wrapper and slowly slid the rubber onto his dick. He saw Steve grip onto his own wrist to keep his hands in place, waiting for permission to do more than watch. Fuck, there were so many things Eddie wanted to do with that level of natural submissiveness.

Finally, he ripped the edge of the lube packet and squirted it into his hand. “Ready for the fun part?”

Steve audibly swallowed and nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Eddie leaned over him and pressed a gentle kiss to his protector’s forehead for being so good. “You’ll wanna hold onto me for this.”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s back, his shoulders popping from being held up in that position for so long. The image of Steve naked in his bed, hands restrained by Eddie’s belt sent a shiver down his spine. In the moment, Eddie relished how the curtain created by his hair trapped all of the musky scents between them. He had to give into the urge to kiss the man below him again, a single point of pleasurable sensation before the main event. He worshipped Steve’s mouth with his own, every love bite and lick an act of praise to this gorgeous knight in shining armor, this boy with a beemer and a bat. Below their waists, Eddie rubbed the lube onto himself and gave Steve a few quick strokes with his hand. He felt the resulting moan vibrate against his lips and knew he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Eddie broke the kiss and used his elbow to keep himself up while his right hand hooked both of their dicks together in a single grip. He watched for any sign of wanting to back out, careful to not let Steve follow Eddie into oblivion and regret it later. He started with gentle, slow strokes, something to ease them both into it. Eddie felt the pleasure lightly grace his spinal cord, as feather-light as he knew newly-exploring partners needed. Steve’s hands gripped onto the back of his vest and his thighs twitched ever so slightly at Eddie’s sides. He was so warm and girthy in Eddie’s grip, thick with blood and leaking precum. With all of those reactions in mind, it was obvious that lip-bite was to hold sounds at bay rather than let them out.

“Don’t hold back.” Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“It’s… e-embarrassing.”

“Nobody’s here… just us.” He squeezed both of their cockheads to make Steve gasp. “Let go.”

“Eddie-” Another gasp, this time with his head thrown back.

“Nobody’s gonna know.” Eddie thrust his hips. “S-so let go.”

His own control hung on by a thread, desperate to give into his own desires and take his pleasure. He needed Steve to let go of his macho heteronormative bullshit with him, that was how he’d know Steve wasn’t just fucking around to explore his sexuality. Call it an insecurity, call it self-esteem issues, he needed to know without a doubt that Steve was willing to let it all go for him. And thank fuck, that confirmation came in the form of a keen and Steve arching up to meet Eddie’s hips. He had Steve whimpering and keening and moaning into the night air because of him. The sounds alone made Eddie’s skin feel like it was on fire, the wet friction against his cock made his mind let go of his last bit of control.

Eddie thrust down onto Steve in deep, punishing thrusts that sent shockwaves of chemicals through his nervous system. He relished in making the man below him cry out in euphoria, the grip of his hands on his body and the sounds of his wrecked voice. Steve was perfect. Every part of Eddie’s body was liable to make him quiver, especially the spots he had the paladin gracelessly clinging to. It was fast, it was hard, it was everything Eddie had dreamed of over the last few months. The build to release wasn’t a mountain climb, it was a rollercoaster incline to the first drop. The pleasure mounted steadily and pooled at the base of Eddie’s spine, and spurred him to move faster and harder. He and Steve both fucked into the loose fist sloppily, desperate for sweet release.

Eddie curled in on himself and released into the condom with a long groan as the high of a fantastic orgasm overtook his entire body. Steve was only two seconds behind, back arched with his own cum staining the polo shirt. Like marionettes cut from their strings, they both collapsed onto the blanket on the floor of Skull Rock in post-orgasmic bliss. Eddie struggled to catch his breath and felt Steve’s chest gasp for air. The cool breeze from the mouth of the cave brushed over Eddie’s back, taking with it leaves from the forest floor. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at what they’d just done, almost like horny teenagers all over again. There were going to be at least a dozen more times like this before it all blew up in Eddie’s face, he would make sure of it.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Keeping Up with the Munsons