Work Text:
The stars are bright and Eddie’s shivering.
It’s not the slight chill in the air that’s doing it this time, though.
It’s the way Steve looks, floating in the pool, eyes closed, soft smile on his face.
He’s beautiful like this, he’s beautiful all the time, but now he’s glowing with a happiness that Eddie knows he’s at least partially responsible for. The reflection of the moon on the water and Steve’s damp skin makes him appear paler than he normally is, but he’s glowing.
They got married today.
Well, as married as two guys can be in 1988. They can’t do it on paper, but they can do it with love.
Everyone they love came over today to celebrate them, to watch as they exchanged vows, to cry and laugh and dance in Steve’s backyard. The yard is still a mess, and the kitchen and living room is even worse off, but neither of them care. Everyone’s coming back tomorrow to help them clean because that’s what family does.
Eddie’s hands reach out to touch, something he’s been trying so hard not to do while Steve relaxes for the first time all day. He insisted on setting everything up himself, with very little help from anyone, and his back started to hurt during the reception. He needs this, but Eddie needs him.
Steve smirks, but doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t stop floating in place while Eddie’s fingers wrap around his wrist and tug him closer as gently as he can.
“You heading inside?” Steve asks, breaking the silence surrounding them. It’s late, probably closer to morning now than not. They both should probably go inside and get some sleep, especially if people will be back before lunch to help them clean up.
“No, just wanted to be closer,” Eddie says, smiling down at the man he gets to love forever.
He never saw this coming, never thought he’d have anyone forever, let alone someone like Steve. Someone who loves so deeply that it’s in everything they do, someone who would give everything to see Eddie happy and safe, someone who made it easy to think about settling down somewhere. He can’t imagine what his life would be without him.
Steve’s eyes open, his gaze immediately settling on Eddie’s.
“Who knew you’d be so sappy,” Steve teases, but it’s light, quiet.
“On our wedding night? You had to know I’d be a bottle of maple syrup, baby.”
Steve laughs, fills them both with light for a moment. He eventually falls quiet, lets Eddie lean down to kiss him gently, lips moving lazily against each other. They’ve barely touched today despite it being their day. Steve was so busy with setting up, and then the party was keeping them so busy with their guests.
They’re alone now, taking what they both need, in no rush to stop.
Steve moves slowly, stands and then wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, pulling him close until they’re flush together. Eddie moans as their chests collide, his hands finding Steve’s hips easily.
“I want you.” Steve breathes against his mouth, barely stops kissing him to speak.
A switch is flipped and everything turns from soft moonlight to intense sunshine, their cocks rubbing together through their underwear. Moans and whimpers fill the air as they strip off what little clothing they had on, lips only parting when necessary.
“Did you just throw your underwear out of the pool?” Eddie laughs as he looks behind Steve at the wet underwear leaving a puddle on the pavement.
“Yes and you need to, too. They’ll get stuck in the filter,” Steve laughs with him, kissing his neck. “I don’t wanna buy a new one, do you?”
“I’m assuming they’re not cheap,” Eddie licks water off his neck, can’t wipe a smile from his face even at the thought of breaking an apparently important part of their pool. “Or easy to fix.”
“You’d be right.” Steve groans when Eddie nips at his collarbone, then his shoulder. “I don’t think certain body fluids are good for it either.”
“There are worse things this filter has had to skim through,” Eddie laughs as he finally gets a hand around Steve’s length, pumping slowly, letting the water determine his speed. He could do this for hours, might see if he could get away with it. He doesn’t think either of them are awake enough to actually stay out here for hours, but he’s willing to give it a try. “You want me inside you?”
“Mmm.” Steve’s eyes are closed, head tilted back. His grip is loose on Eddie’s shoulders, holding them both in place. “Yeah.”
It’s not gonna be easy without lube, but they’ve done it in every situation, every position, with and without lube. He can figure this out, too.
Steve helps by lifting his legs, wrapping them around Eddie’s waist. It’s easy to hold him up when he’s weightless in the water. Eddie’s not weak by any means, but his left arm still gets tired after a while. His entire left side does. An annoying reminder of what the Upside Down took from him.
In here, he won’t have to worry about it. Steve must know that.
Steve kisses him, slow and wet, moaning into it as Eddie presses a finger inside him. He’s not in a rush. They’ve got forever.
The air is cool enough to send a chill down Eddie’s spine, but not cool enough for him to start shivering. The small tremor in his hands now is only because of the softness of this moment, the overwhelming love he feels for the man in his arms. He’s still in awe of this, of the way he gets to have him forever, gets to love him until they’re old and gray and wrinkly. Well, Eddie will be wrinkly. Steve moisturizes every night and probably won’t age until he’s 50.
“What’s that smirk about?” Steve kisses the corner of his mouth where it’s pulled up into a small smile.
“Just thinking about me looking like I landed some hot supermodel when I’m 75 and you look 30,” Eddie slips another finger inside him, toothy grin taking over his face when Steve’s breath catches on a laugh. “Thinking about you with gray hair.”
“Can’t wait,” Steve sighs.
“I don’t think you mean that,” Eddie kisses him again, can’t stop doing it. He wants to do it always, probably will find ways to sneak them in public for the rest of their lives. “I think you’re gonna dye your hair the moment one appears.”
“I have gray hair already.”
Eddie freezes. “What. No you don’t. I haven’t seen any.”
“Keep moving.” Steve laughs, bearing down on Eddie’s fingers. Eddie does, though he’s going much shallower, slowed down as he takes in the words Steve said. “I hide them.”
“There’s more than one?!” Eddie freezes again. His eyes dart up to Steve’s hair as if he’ll be able to see in the moonlight. “How many?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t counted,” Steve giggles. “Are you gonna fuck me or do a search for gray hairs on my head?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Eddie slides his fingers back inside him, adding a third. Steve makes a small noise, a huff of breath more than anything, but smiles. “I could do both.”
“You’re so weird.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
“You picked me.”
“I did.”
“You wanna have my babies.”
Steve snorts. “If it were possible, sure.”
“Science may get there before we’re old. You’re already gray, so hopefully it hurries up.”
“Eddie.”
“Yes, love?”
“Fuck me.”
Eddie loves when he gets a little bossy. He loves giving him what he wants, too.
He replaces his fingers with his cock within seconds, barely making sure he’s lined up before fucking into him. He’s tight, and the friction is definitely gonna be too much soon, but he doesn’t think he’ll last long anyway. He knows for a fact Steve won’t, not with the way he’s got a vice grip on his arms, fingernails digging into his skin to leave crescent shapes between moles.
“Stevie…” Eddie groans when he gets impossibly tighter. “Won’t last like that.”
“Don’t need to last. We’ve got forever.”
Eddie could come right then and there. He won’t, but he could.
“You’re gonna kill me. On our wedding night.”
“I’d never. They always suspect the husband first,” Steve ends on a whimper as Eddie’s dick finds his prostate on every shallow thrust inside him. “We’re husbands.”
Steve’s eyes are wide, like it’s finally setting in that they got married today. In every way that matters to them, they’re bound together forever.
“Yeah, sweetheart. We are.”
Steve’s eyes are watery now, but Eddie doesn’t stop.
He thinks back to the first time they were together like this, to when Steve still wasn’t sure if he was into men or if he just had a crush on Eddie. To when Eddie insisted he should try it out, that he’d do anything to help him figure himself out if it would make him happy. To when Steve cried when Eddie slowly fucked him in his bed, begged him to never stop, told him he thought he could love him if he stuck around.
It wasn’t easy for Eddie at first. Sticking around meant dealing with the bullshit of Hawkins, the aftermath of Hopper and the government insisting he was innocent to people who were hellbent on thinking the worst of him. It meant traveling to Indy twice a week for unbiased physical therapists to help him learn how to use his left side again. It meant being a bit of a burden on Wayne for even longer than he planned to.
But it also meant being loved by Steve, and getting closer with the kids who helped save him, and learning that their family may be codependent, but they were always protective and good.
“Would marry you every day for the rest of our lives if I could,” Eddie gasps as he feels his stomach tighten. “Every night I’ll tell you and everyone how much I love you if that’s what you want.”
Steve shakes his head once before he clenches around Eddie and comes.
He’s shivering, shaking through the intensity that always finds a way between them. It’s too much for Eddie, too tight and too warm and too much.
“I love you,” he says as he comes, trying hard not to lose focus on what’s right in front of him. Steve’s head is thrown back, eyes closed, water droplets glistening in the moonlight. “Love you, love you, love you.”
Steve finally opens his eyes and looks back at Eddie, leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“I love you.” Steve taps his shoulder in warning before he slowly pulls off and away from Eddie, still keeping his arms around his neck, but putting a bit of space between them. “You wanna head inside?”
“Only if we can shower,” Eddie brushes the hair off his forehead and kisses away the water he leaves behind. “Or take a bath.”
“Too tired,” Steve yawns.
It’s like a switch was flipped for him and the adrenaline crash has arrived.
Eddie’s used to this, knows exactly what to do, what he needs.
“C’mon, baby. Let me wash your hair so it doesn’t get too dry,” Eddie kisses the top of his head and starts to lead him out of the pool.
“Wait!” Steve stops him with a hand on his hip, tugging him back so he’s flush against his chest. “Look.”
Steve points up at the sky, to the constellations above them. Eddie doesn’t see it at first, then it’s all he can see.
Shooting stars, a handful of them, all happening at once. He thinks it’s a meteor shower, but he’s never seen one. It’s over within seconds. When he turns, Steve’s already smiling at him.
“Think that show was for us?” He whispers.
“Even the stars know we got married today.”
Normally, Steve would poke him, turn red and laugh, brush off his dramatic words as silly. He doesn’t now, though. He nods, looks back up at the stars. Eddie watches as he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, lets it out, then opens them again.
“You ready to go inside?” He asks.
Eddie nods.
“Did you make a wish?” Steve asks as they make their way inside.
Eddie shakes his head. “Don’t need to.”
“Why not?”
“Already got everything I wished for.”