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The recent power outage in the dorm has completely ruined Eddie Munson’s life.
He was fine, goddammit. He was completely fine with his stupid fucking crush on his stupid fucking roommate—
Wait, no, that’s not fair. Steve’s not stupid. He’s actually pretty damn smart, for someone on a basketball scholarship. He’s ambitious and kind. He’s studying exercise science and wants to be a rehab specialist for people with physical traumas. He’s staying in a regular dorm instead of some frat house like most jocks because he thinks that frat culture is toxic. He’s funny, and extremely handsome, and literally flawless, and— okay, that’s not the point.
Point is, Eddie was fine, he was helplessly pining but at least he could be normal around the guy when all he knew about his sex life was that Steve would sometimes hook up with girls. Eddie could live with occasionally finding a sock on their shared bedroom door and promptly fucking off to the library for a few hours.
It happened maybe once a week, not enough to be really annoying. Steve was otherwise kind of a perfect roommate, especially compared to some of the horror stories Eddie heard from his friends. He was nice, easy-going, they never really argued. He didn’t snore, didn’t leave his shit on Eddie’s side of the room, had his headphones on when listening to all the pop crap he liked, and came in quietly if he was late and Eddie was already sleeping. He’d even bring two coffees to the room, one for Eddie, after his early morning runs.
Eddie was seething with jealousy, of course, every time seeing Steve with this or that girl on his arm, but the knowledge of Steve’s heterosexuality actually helped. It kept Eddie sane. It kept his fantasies he’d very occasionally indulge in rather innocent. What it would be like, kissing those plush lips. Running his hands through all that hair. Going on a real coffee date with him.
The night the power went out, it all went to shit.
Eddie was alone in the room when it happened. They’d normally never touch each other’s stuff, respecting mutual boundaries; but this was an emergency, and he distinctly remembered he’d seen a flashlight lying somewhere on Steve’s bed.
With the faint glow of his wristwatch, Eddie searched and found it. He tried to feel for a switch that should have been somewhere on the side of it; but it was all smooth. Confused, Eddie opened the round lid covering the top of it.
And that, of course, was when the power went back on; it was just a temporary outage. Eddie should have just stayed put and waited, because what he was looking at was definitely not a flashlight, and he would never be able to unsee it.
Eddie was frozen on the spot for several seconds, cheeks progressively getting warmer and cold sweat running down his back; then, he frantically put the lid back on and threw it back on Steve’s bed like he’d been burned. He stumbled across the room onto his own bed and crawled under the sheets to scream into his pillow.
Eddie might have been a virgin, but he was by no means an innocent soul. It was completely obvious, what this was. He even remembered what they were called: fleshlights. Ha-ha, so original. FUCK.
That in itself shouldn’t have fazed him. So the guy owned a sex toy, big deal. Except for the silicone part of it being very distinctly not a pussy. Eddie had several long, life-shattering seconds to become very aware of that.
Steve’s fleshlight was an anal variant. And that, too, could have had a very simple heterosexual explanation; straight guys were also into that, right? And most college girls probably wouldn’t be, hence the toy, to play out one’s fantasies in private.
The problem was, just the fact that the toy could have been a fantasy of another guy was now completely ruining Eddie. He couldn’t stop obsessing over it. Thinking about Steve fucking a girl had never crossed his mind; it wasn’t exactly an appealing sexual scenario for his gay brain. But picturing Steve with that fleshlight…
How many times when Eddie’d found a sock on the handle, this had actually been happening behind the closed door? No girl involved. Just Steve, bucking his hips into the toy, chasing his own release, lips parted, gasping, moaning. Maybe fantasizing about fucking a guy. Maybe even— no, Eddie firmly banned himself from even going for that option.
Eddie quietly, embarrassedly jerked off about it in the shower that night and promised himself, never again. And then he did it again the next night. And the next. By the fourth time, he couldn’t contain it; as he spilled against the shower curtain, he was very vividly imagining Steve moaning his name.
He started avoiding Steve, as much as possible. It wasn’t that difficult, he wasn’t a complete shut-in, thank you very much. He’d just now do things he’d often do in his room elsewhere. Do his homework and write his D&D campaigns at the library. Practice his guitar in the music room. Set his alarms for earlier so he’d be out of the room by the time Steve got back from his runs. Which meant no more free coffee, but that was a small price to pay for his own sanity.
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Two weeks after the power outage, Eddie wakes up on a Saturday morning and immediately realizes he’s screwed. Steve’s sitting at the foot of his bed, two coffees in hand, sipping on one of them. He looks freshly showered, hair still damp, and Eddie realizes with a jolt that he must have either gone on his run earlier, or cut it short. Either way, it’s obvious he’s waiting for Eddie to wake up just to ambush him.
“Coffee?” Steve asks with a sweet, innocent smile as he hands one of the cups to Eddie. Their fingers brush, and Eddie tries to keep a somewhat normal expression on his face; all the more difficult since he only just woke up.
“Uh. Thanks,” Eddie replies lamely, sitting up and immediately gulping down half of it.
“So,” Steve says, seeming determined to get straight to the point. “Why are you suddenly avoiding me, Eddie?”
Shit, here we go. Eddie squirms, setting the coffee cup aside on his nightstand and drawing his knees in, hugging them. Great, he also has morning wood. Very helpful. At least his thick blanket is covering that from Steve's watchful gaze.
Denial is the best strategy. Denial, and not looking at Steve, because he absolutely cannot do that without picturing—
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Right,” Steve scoffs. “You just all of a sudden decided to be an early bird, even on weekends, instead of the usual, crawling out of your bed half-conscious 20 minutes before class.”
“Maybe I’m trying to be a more organized person,” Eddie makes another attempt; but Steve’s not having it.
“Don’t bullshit me, Munson. Just…” Steve sighs, frustrated. “Just talk to me. Are you pissed at me for something? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were friends.”
That makes Eddie glance up. He feels horribly guilty all of a sudden; Steve’s been giving him confused looks with his puppy dog eyes for two weeks, and now he sounds genuinely upset.
Before Eddie’s fantasies about him took that recent completely mortifying turn, they were friends. Not best friends, but they’d talk, and banter, and even share an occasional secret late night joint outside, behind the storage shed.
“You did nothing wrong, Steve,” Eddie says and attempts a reassuring smile.
“Then what happened?” Steve puts his coffee down on the floor and turns to him fully, drawing one leg in sweatpants under him. “Because I swear, you barely spoke two words to me lately outside of hello or goodnight.”
Because I can’t even look at you without picturing you fucking your anal sex toy and instantly chubbing up and ridiculously hoping you might not actually be straight. Yeah, right. That completely reasonable answer is totally going to save their friendship.
Eddie’s eyes dart around the room as he scrambles for some kind of excuse. And of course, in the least helpful way possible, his eyes land on it. The fleshlight, lying just behind Steve’s pillow. Taunting him.
Belatedly, Eddie realizes he should look somewhere else, but when he turns to Steve, he notices with horror that Steve has already followed his gaze. And now, he’s turning back to Eddie, one eyebrow slowly lifting.
“Eddie?” He asks inquisitively.
Eddie’s going to die. Fucking implode, right here and now.
“I can explain! It was— there was a power outage, and I needed a flashlight, and I thought— I’m so sorry, I never meant to snoop!” Eddie’s cheeks are feeling redder by the second.
Steve watches him as he rambles, head tilted, a smirk slowly growing on his face.
“Dude, I’m not mad,” he chuckles. “I just— Why are you being so weird? Didn’t take you for a prude, Eddie Munson.”
“I’m not!” Eddie groans, collapsing back against his pillow and huffing, embarrassed and frustrated. “It’s not like that. Shit, can we just like— not talk about it anymore?”
He prays that Steve will just drop it. When he feels the mattress shifting, he assumes Steve’s getting up; but of course, Eddie could never be so lucky. Steve Harrington is suddenly practically on top of him, leaning against an elbow by Eddie’s pillow. Staring down at him. Studying him. Eddie’s heart thumps against his ribcage, mouth falling open, eyes darting all over that beautiful mole-speckled face. He knows his own face is probably an open book right now, and he’s scared of what Steve can read from it.
Yet there’s no mockery coming from Steve, no judgment. In fact, there’s something like amazement on Steve's face, his eyes sparkling, his cheeks also turning a pretty shade of pink.
“Oh,” he exhales. “It’s… it’s like that, then.” He bites his lip, giggles, and fully collapses down on the bed, half on top of Eddie, half tucked against his side, face on Eddie’s pillow.
Steve’s leg is draped across Eddie's thigh over the blanket, dangerously close to where Eddie’s barely subsided morning boner is reawakening with great enthusiasm. Eddie is very conscious of it, tries not to move even an inch, not even turning his head, staring up at the ceiling. He’s pretty sure he’s about to have a heart attack. No way this is happening.
“You gotta tell me if I’m reading this wrong, right now, Eddie,” Steve speaks softly in his ear, his breath hot and damp against Eddie’s skin. His hand comes up, slides across Eddie’s chest, rests on the side of his neck. “Please,” he insists, when Eddie remains silent, too dumbstruck to answer.
“You’re—” Eddie croaks, trying to speak, clears his throat. “You’re not.”
He hears Steve take in a shaky breath, and then his body shifts, a tiny, subtle roll of his hips against Eddie’s side. Eddie’s blanket is still between them, so he doesn’t actually feel it, but when he glances down— holy shit, there’s a distinct half-mast shape visible in Steve’s sweatpants.
Then, there’s a warm, wet touch to the side of his neck, sending a jolt of arousal through his whole body before he even realizes; Steve’s lips. A slow, open-mouthed kiss that ends on a shuddering breath and a question, whispered against his electrified skin.
“This okay?”
“Yes,” Eddie gasps, turning his head and burying his face in Steve’s still slightly damp hair; he inhales the scent of some fruity shampoo and shuts his eyes. “Fuck,” he mutters and sighs shakily as Steve’s lips move again.
It feels like time has stopped, like the Earth stopped spinning, like everything outside his bed just vanished. Eddie’s entire world narrows down to that warm mouth, brushing at his neck with soft, unhurried, devastatingly sensual kisses that gradually move up towards his ear. He can hear it all too, in the silence of the room, each quiet smooch as Steve’s lips detach from his skin before the next kiss, and the next, and the next.
This is happening, holy fuck, he’s having the most erotic experience of his entire life and it’s with Steve. And Eddie has no idea what to do, he’s vaguely aware that he should probably be reciprocating somehow, but his body feels all soft and spongy like sometimes when he’s smoked a bit too much, his muscles aren’t cooperating. He’s making some truly pathetic noises, too, has no willpower to stop them.
Steve shifts again, raising his head, and suddenly Eddie’s facing him, so close their noses are brushing; he can see, a little blurry, how blown Steve’s pupils are, can feel him panting against his own lips. Belatedly, Eddie wonders if his own morning breath smells bad, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind, definitely isn’t recoiling.
Eddie’s body finally kicks into gear, barely. He rolls onto his side to face Steve properly, drags his hand over Steve’s shoulder, rests it on the boy’s cheek, a touch Steve immediately leans into, nuzzles against his palm. Everything about this feels surreal.
“Tell me,” Steve asks softly, eyes darting between Eddie’s. “Tell me what you thought about. After you found my toy.”
Steve’s hand rests on his upper chest, thumb tracing his collarbone. Eddie feels powerless, entranced by Steve’s voice, his touch, his closeness. His mouth opens, almost against his will, even as the rest of his body squirms in shame.
“Thought about you,” he confesses. “Using it. Hoped that… that meant you’re not straight.”
“I’m not,” Steve smiles at him, and Eddie’s heart jumps in his chest; even if it were already kind of obvious. They are so close, it feels like Steve might kiss him, and yet he just keeps speaking. “It’s just… easier, finding girls. I’ve only fooled around with one guy. Back in high school. But I like thinking about it, that’s why… why I have it.” Steve bites his lip. “What else, tell me,” he keeps talking in that low, sultry voice that’s making Eddie’s brain leak out of his ears and his dick weep in his boxers. “Was it just me? Or were you there?”
Eddie whines, shutting his eyes.
“Yeah. Sometimes. But mostly… just you. And you’d be— fuck. I can’t.”
“You’re so shy,” Steve says, but his tone isn’t mocking, it’s downright delighted.
He moves again, and Eddie can feel him shuffle on the bed; scared that Steve’s leaving, he opens his eyes, only to see Steve shoving his feet under the blanket, and then he’s pulling it up, over both of their heads, covering them in darkness. It’s so unexpected and confusing Eddie lets out a surprised giggle.
“What are you doing?!”
Steve’s body presses against him again, and without the extra thick layer between their hips, oh, he can feel it. Steve’s hard against his thigh.
“Safe space,” Steve breathes hotly against his cheek. “Tell me the whole fantasy. One that made you the most horny. Made you come the hardest.”
“Oh my god,” Eddie groans.
He doesn’t need to think about it too much. It comes to his mind instantly, the most vulgar one, completely mortifying because for just a moment, he actually considered making part of it a reality.
Is this supposed to be foreplay? It’s nothing like Eddie’s ever heard of. Not from friends talking of their experiences, not from reading spicy novels. He used to think, that when it finally came to sex, he’d be ready. He knew all the mechanics, all the right spots to touch a guy. Apparently, nothing could have ever prepared him for whatever this is. For Steve Harrington.
He was already burning up; the lack of air and their shared warmth under the blanket definitely isn’t helping.
“We’re going to suffocate,” Eddie points out, already knowing he’s not getting out of this, no longer even sure if he wants to.
“Then you better be quick,” he hears Steve chuckle in the darkness. “Tell me, Eddie,” Steve asks again, slowly rolling his hips; Eddie hears his quiet moan as his cock rubs against Eddie’s thigh through the sweatpants.
This is turning Steve on. What the fuck.
The knowledge of that, and the fact that Steve can’t see his face, finally give Eddie just enough courage.
“Thought about how… how I’d watch you using your toy. You wouldn’t know about it, I— I don’t know, maybe I was hiding under the bed, I haven’t thought it through.”
“Doesn’t matter. Keep going,” Steve encourages, rolling into Eddie’s thigh again and sighing into his neck. Eddie whines, his own dick already leaking in his boxers; but he’s deliberately angling his crotch away, because he’s probably going to come in 30 seconds if he tries to hump Steve back.
“And then— then after you’re done, you leave it on your bed and you leave the room. And I—” Eddie takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I take it. Still filled with your— um. And I use it on myself. I didn’t— I never actually did it!” He hurries to clarify. “Just… just thought about it.”
For a moment, Steve is perfectly still, and in the deafening silence Eddie’s suddenly terrified. This is it, this is the moment Steve realizes Eddie’s a complete freak and the world’s greatest pervert and feels repulsed and—
Steve growls against him, and the next second, the blanket gets thrown off, and Steve is grabbing his burning face and kissing him, finally. Deep and dirty, licking his mouth, moaning into it, turning Eddie’s brain into sweet pulp devoid of a single coherent thought.
When Steve pulls back to breathe, it’s with a frantic grin on his beautiful face. Eddie has no idea what his own face is doing; probably looking incredibly dumb.
“Wait here,” Steve tells him, pressing another hard, but brief kiss to his lips before hopping off of his bed.
Eddie’s definitely not going anywhere. He has never felt so many conflicting and confusing things in such a short time span; he’s horny and excited, completely disoriented and overwhelmed, he feels really fucking awkward and embarrassed, but it’s somehow enjoyable, because Steve seems to be absolutely thriving on it.
Steve returns after rummaging through a drawer on his side of the room, crawls back over Eddie and grins, and as Eddie looks at the goddamn fleshlight and a bottle of lube Steve drops on the mattress beside him, the thought that’s been slowly forming in the back of Eddie’s muddled mind finally takes shape.
Oh, this is fantastic. He couldn’t have gotten any luckier. Steve’s as much of a freak as him. Maybe worse, actually, because he also apparently has zero shame about it.
And now he’s kneeling over Eddie’s crotch and taking off his shirt. Not that Eddie’s never seen it all before, but he’d usually at least try not to stare; now, he realizes he can. Steve’s fucking gorgeous. Muscular, deliciously hairy all over his toned chest, his whole body covered in little moles, his nipples dark and perky. Eddie’s mouth waters.
He doesn’t even think about it, acting on autopilot. He springs up, wraps an arm around Steve, and seals his mouth over the right nipple, sucking gently.
“Jesus, Eddie,” Steve gasps and moans, burying his hand in Eddie’s hair and pressing him closer to his own chest, encouraging. Eddie keeps going, nibbles and licks at the little bud for a minute, drawing more beautiful noises out of Steve.
When Eddie falls back against the pillow, he’s feeling rather pleased with himself. Finally, he’s done something to get Steve a little flustered, for a change. The boy is panting, looking down at Eddie with wide eyes and an amazed smile.
It was nice while it lasted, anyway, because Steve immediately turns the tables again.
“Yours, too,” he says, tugging up the edge of Eddie’s T-shirt.
Eddie lifts himself up, raises his arms and lets Steve drag it off of him; then, Steve’s lips are around his own nipple. Payback time.
Except Eddie doesn’t have nearly enough stamina to endure it. His cock keeps twitching at the suction, he’s so wound up he honestly panics that this could be over for him too soon and in the most embarrassing way.
“Steve,” he whines, regretfully pushing the boy’s confused face away from his chest. “I, um.” He’s blushing, but this isn’t exactly worse than everything else he’s said out loud. “I might actually come if you keep at it, so…”
“Really?” Jesus, Steve’s smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Can’t have that. Not today at least, but I’d love to see that some other time.” And he winks at Eddie.
Eddie’s too stunned to reply. For one, he’s slowly coming to the realization that he might have gotten himself involved with some sort of sex demon. And two… Some other time? Yes. Fuck yes.
His brain bluescreens after that, because Steve is reaching for the damn fleshlight and opening it.
“I actually clean it every time, just so you know,” he says. “The sleeve comes out, I take it to the shower with me. But,” he grins cockily. “Since you want it a little dirty for yourself. I can arrange that.” He puts the toy beside him and reaches for his waistband.
Eddie watches in a horny daze as Steve tugs his sweatpants down his hips, revealing his cock, long and thick, pink at the tip, curving upwards; it’s gorgeous, so much better than any of Eddie’s lame fantasies. If there’s gonna be some other time, Eddie wants to blow it. Choke on it, preferably.
Steve reaches for the lube and pops the cap.
“Do you wanna just watch, or…?” He asks, tilting his head.
Steve’s so brazen, unapologetic, unashamed of his own body. So confident when it comes to sex. Eddie’s really jealous; he must look like a newborn deer on ice in comparison.
But Steve is also really good at leading in bed. He never once asked if Eddie’s had any experience, probably didn’t need to, it’s kind of obvious. He keeps taking initiative, gently and patiently, and it helps a lot. Like now, as he’s taking Eddie’s hand and squeezing the lube into his palm.
“Put it on me?”
Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He reaches for Steve’s cock, spreading the lube over it, stroking gently and staring, almost in an out-of-body experience, as his hand glides against it.
“Fuck,” Steve sighs above him, and when Eddie glances up, Steve’s eyes are on him, dark and hooded. “You wanna get me off like that? Or do you still want your fantasy?”
Eddie’s hand stills. It’s kind of sweet of Steve to ask, he seems determined to do what Eddie desires; the problem is, Eddie has no idea. He wants all of it, everything, all at once. He wants to lock himself in this bedroom with Steve and spend the rest of his life worshiping this boy’s beautiful body.
Thankfully, Steve decides for him, pushing gently on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Eddie,” he says with a soft laugh. “Just lie down, baby, enjoy the show.”
Baby. Holy shit.
Eddie watches as Steve grabs the toy, holds the tip of his cock against its opening. He pushes in with a groan, stilling when he’s fully buried inside it, and meets Eddie’s eyes.
“Fuck. Feels good. You’re gonna like it too, I promise.”
Steve holds the fleshlight still and slowly begins to roll his hips, pulling out and pushing back into it. His eyes stay on Eddie.
“Not as good as you’d feel though,” he adds.
A sharp exhale falls off of Eddie’s lips and his eyes widen.
“Guess who I thought about,” Steve asks, his voice now rough and breathy with pleasure. “When I did this.”
Eddie gulps, because no, there’s no way. He drags his eyes across Steve's body, watches the way his stomach flexes as he thrusts into the fleshlight.
“Take a guess, Eddie. I'll give you a hint. Big brown eyes, long curly hair.”
“Me?!” Eddie yelps, feeling hysterical. This has to be a lie. Steve’s just humoring him.
“You. Fuck,” Steve groans, picking up the rhythm now, panting through his open mouth. “You're so pretty, baby. Wish I knew. That you were into guys. I want you so bad, you have no idea, the things I’d do to you.”
Eddie moans, squeezing himself through his boxers and immediately letting go as he feels his balls draw dangerously tight.
He’s never been so turned on in his entire life. He feels like he’s about to explode, not just his dick, his whole being. And Steve hasn’t even touched his dick yet, not once. Maybe even just watching the most pornographic scene from his fantasies unfold before his very eyes, and the words Steve keeps saying, could push him over the edge.
“I’d let you, Steve,” he says, all of his eagerness seeping into his voice. “I’d let you do anything. Everything.”
“Jesus, Eddie, oh god.” Steve falls forward, against an elbow by Eddie’s head, and kisses him, bites on his lower lip, still thrusting his dick into the toy. “You’d let me fuck you? Like this?”
In this position, it’s almost too easy to imagine. Like Steve’s fucking him, not some fake hole of a fleshlight between them. Eddie’s cock leaks out more precome just at the idea of it.
“Yes, yes, I would,” Eddie promises, wrapping an arm around Steve’s neck and tugging him down for another kiss. “You’d be my first… I’ve never…”
“I know, I know, I’d be so gentle, baby,” Steve promises, keeps babbling frantically. “Make you feel so good, stretch you out slowly, make you— oh fuck, aaahh,” Steve moans against his cheek, stops talking, just panting on Eddie's skin, as his hips make one final push in and he stills, breathing hard, nuzzling at the side of Eddie's face. “Oh my god, that was…” He laughs. “Fuuuuck, Eddie.”
Steve sits up, red-faced and completely blissed out, sliding his softening cock out of the fleshlight. Eddie can’t help but stare.
“Your turn, baby,” Steve announces, and Eddie yelps as his damp boxers are being dragged down, his cock springing free — bright red, hard as rock, all wet with precome — and Steve doesn’t waste a second before grasping it at the base and sliding it into the toy.
Eddie moans and shuts his eyes, throwing his head back. It’s tight, soft inside, and literally heaven after being so horny and untouched for so long. Steve pumps it over his cock once, twice, and pleasure immediately builds up in Eddie’s belly; he prays he’d last at least a minute… but then realizes that his dick is currently fully covered in Steve’s own come, hears the wet squelching of it as Steve moves the toy, and nope, it’s game over.
It feels like a tsunami crashing into him as he explodes, toes curling and all muscles straining. He’s moaning loudly, not caring about the paper thin walls of the dorm because— honestly, he’s had to suffer listening to everyone else’s sex noises so often they’re just gonna have to suck it up. He’s just had the most insane orgasm of his life, his whole body tingles from it, and he’s so stupidly happy from the dopamine rush that he actually giggles when he opens his eyes.
Steve’s looking down at him, grinning, the fleshlight still in hand. It’s leaking out of the fake silicone hole; an obscene mix of lube and both their fluids. Eddie stares at it, transfixed. Steve looks at it too, intrigued, then back at Eddie, back at the toy, hesitant.
“Ah, fuck it,” he finally mutters, and Eddie’s eyes widen as Steve drags his whole tongue through the wet mess before snapping the lid closed and tossing it aside. Eddie’s spent cock gives a tiny, pathetic twitch at the sight.
“What the fuck, Steve,” he groans, covering his face with his hands.
He feels the weight of the other boy on him as Steve collapses against him, laughing.
“What?” Steve asks provocatively, pulling Eddie’s hands away. “Don’t give me that. I know you’re a freak now. Embrace it, baby.”
Eddie can’t disagree. He chews on his lip for a second, then asks.
“So how do we taste?”
Steve’s grin widens.
“Wanna try?” And without waiting for an answer, he seals his lips against Eddie’s.
Tastes kind of disgusting. Also, fucking amazing. Tastes like knowing that his life just took its wildest turn.