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It wasn't just Dustin telling him that he liked men which would inevitably set off the series of decisions that would lead to Steve moaning under him. Dustin being attracted to men was only mildly surprising to him, and everyone else who knew him. It seemed to fit, and garnered only a noise of interest and a shrug of a shoulder. It'd only be about 7th high on the long list of things that made Dustin different.
Dustin never even truly said he was into guys, the way he started speaking about it was as if he simply assumed everyone on the planet was also bisexual. He'd said it casually, while they were watching Star Wars for the 8th time, since it was one of the handful of films they both equally loved.
"Han and Leia are so hot," Dustin mused, and Steve shrugged a shoulder, agreeing. "Imagine having sex with both of them... Like, Han in only that thigh gun holster, and Leia in the bikini? I'd be shooting like those stormtroopers..."
Steve hadn't ever pictured having sex with a man before, and Han Solo wasn't really his type. But, that brought up the thought: was there a man he could picture fucking? That was a new concept to him, untreaded waters in his mind, but Steve eventually settled on thinking John Stamos might be fine. He was cute. Tan, great hair, kind of a mischievous look to him that Steve enjoyed.
After that, Dustin began to talk more openly about men, which was fine with Steve. At least he wasn't still mourning his relationship with Suzie, or self destructing over Eddie. There were of course things Steve simply did not want to hear about, like when Dustin audibly asked in public what would happen if his braces got ass hair from a guy stuck in them; but generally, it was fine to hear him wax on poetic about some hot guy.
"I think Will and I need to go into Chicago, find a gay bar, have some fun. There's a place called Jeffery Pub, Robin told me about it. I guess it's a better scene than Indy." Dustin said easily, eagerly sucking down a cherry soda as Steve did his community college homework. Dustin had been helping him with the... everything, which Steve stopped feeling embarrassed by about years ago. He enjoyed the time they spent together, and secretly kind of liked it when Dustin showed off that big brain of his.
"Yeah?" Steve asked, eyes on his paper. College level algebra was a crime against humanity, why did he need this for a teaching degree? What eight year olds were doing this kind of shit? Besides Henderson, of course. "I'll come with you guys."
The only thing that was true in life, was that a bunch of men were fucking disgusting creatures, regardless if they were gay or straight. It was the one universal reality and Steve wasn't about to let his inexperienced friends waltz into a bar in Chicago alone; especially not after the pain those two had gone through in life. If Dustin were to get hurt, he'd never forgive himself.
"Absolutely not," Dustin said, eyes wide, slamming a hand down on the table. "Are you insane?! You'll attract way too much attention, Steve. All the guys will be flirting with you, and not with us. Like, maybe Will would do fine, but how am I supposed to get laid, when all the guys at the bar bending over for you, instead of for me? No, asshole, go be handsome with your perfect hair and ass elsewhere. I want to have sex."
Steve rolled his eyes, looking up at him tiredly. "I'm straight, Henderson. It doesn't matter if they flirt with me, nothing will happen... Meanwhile, I know you have fake IDs, and you'll get messy drunk, and you get way too handsy when you're drunk. Next thing you know, boom, you're in some guy's bed with no kidney."
Dustin's face twisted, leaning away from Steve. "Jesus Christ, man... And they tell me I have a warped imagination."
"I'm just trying to look out for you, Henderson." As always, Steve sighed, sticking his pencil behind his ear. "I'm not saying I don't trust you, or think you're stupid, but you're new to this kind of thing. I partied my way through high school, you were out hunting demons. It's different."
Dustin just rolled his eyes, "whatever, Mom."
Steve's mouth ticked downwards. Dustin was going to go get himself involved in something stupid, all because he wanted to lose his virginity. As much as Dustin complained about Steve's lack of self preservation, Dustin had a strong tendency to simply ignore warnings and just act because he thought he knew better than everyone else. Then, he'd get hurt, and Steve hated that.
Which sucked, because Dustin was legitimately great. Like, he was incredible. Steve thought he was attractive, in a unique way, he was charming, and wickedly funny, Dustin was an actual genius and he'd finally stopped lording it over people. Dustin was protective, kind, and Steve thought he deserved the entire world. They'd only said it a few times, it was awkward for Steve to admit it to anyone, it wasn't how he was raised, but Steve loved Dustin. Deeply. He couldn't picture his life without him, and everything before they started hanging out all felt like a very boring movie.
Dustin's first time should be with someone he trusted, someone he cared about, someone who wouldn't ever hurt him.
Steve had to make certain of it.
"Too bad you can't simply clone yourself, but just make that version of you gay." Robin told him, long legs stretched out across his lap. She was leaving soon again, for university, and he'd miss this weird sibling dynamic they had. Sometimes. Not actively right now, she was being annoying and her socks stunk. "Because, let's face it - you two are soulmates. Platonic, mostly, Dustin clearly thinks you're hot - but none the less, I've literally never seen you two as happy, or as miserable, as when you're together or apart. It's sweet, honestly - still a bit weird you were originally 18 and friends with a 13 year old, but sweet."
Steve pondered this for awhile, silently. He had no idea what the word platonic meant, but Robin was right. That year after Eddie that Dustin pulled away from him, treated him like shit, and acted like he wanted nothing to do with Steve anymore, that hurt far more than Nancy telling him she didn't love him - which, Steve realized in mild shock, meant he may love Dustin more than he ever loved her. He'd also never laughed with any of his old friends, as much as he did with Dustin. He'd never felt such fondness for someone, as quickly as he had with Dustin. It didn't feel fast to him either, or sudden; it didn't seem strange at the time.
They just...clicked.
And then it clicked.
"I'll do it," Steve finally said outloud, and Robin looked up from her book at him, confused.
"You'll do...what, exactly?" She asked, eyebrows raised. "Gay clone yourself? I don't think technology has advanced enough for that, Steven, but I know of a few abandoned laboratories you could check, if the need strikes your fancy."
"What? No- I'll be his first time." Steve answered her, and himself. This was the best solution to the problem. He didn't have to be gay to do that, he just wanted his best friend to be safe and happy. He told her as much, and Robin just stared at him like he'd grown a second head.
"... Okay. I think you've actually gone mad, so we need to have a talk. The talk." Robin sat up slowly, letting her book fall closed. "I may be but a lowly lesbian, but I know things, I read things, and I've been to these kinds of establishments. I'll be your guide into the world of queer sex. Maybe that will shock you back into your very heterosexual senses."
Steve didn't think he needed that much information, really. How different was it really? The ancient Greeks only had sex with men, didn't they? That was before television or books, maybe, he wasn't fully certain, but it couldn't be that hard to figure out. He'd just tell Dustin to slap on a condom, and shove it in. Easy.
At that comment, Robin smacked him upside the head with her novel, The Price Of Salt.
"Go get your truck started, dingus, we're going to Chicago. You need supplies, and I may have hit on a girl very awkwardly in the best shop in Indy, and I want to die thinking about it, so we're going to Chicago!"
Steve stared at her.
"... Buckley, it's Tuesday on a school night."
"Saturday morning then!"
Chicago, as Steve was finding out, had a thriving gay community. There were couples out in the open, strolling past on the street. There were posters up in windows that really seemed to hate someone named Anita. There were rainbows in a few shop windows. They'd ended up in a shop in an area of Chicago that Robin informed him was nicknamed Boystown. Steve asked where the lesbians went, and Robin rolled her eyes again, but he didn't understand why.
"From my extensive research you'll need this, and this..." Robin said, grabbing package after package off the wall. Steve grimaced, feeling like this was all a little much just to let Dustin lose his virginity. It was just going to be the once, he told her, and she laughed in his face before continuing down the line.
"Hun, do you need help?" Steve turned to find a man that looked a bit like Murray, but he wasn't a complete asshole, so it definitely wasn't Murray. "You seem a bit uncertain, pretty boy; you're just letting that girl of yours steamroll you. I'm Jake, manager, by the way."
Steve glanced a few paces away to where Robin was muttering to herself. It looked as though she'd been distracted by... Steve didn't actually know what he was looking at, to tell the truth. It looked a bit like a harness, but Steve couldn't imagine what went where.
"Robin, she's gay. I know she's...the way she is, but she's showing me everything I need to have sex with a guy." Steve told him, gesturing at his armful. "See, because I'm not like you, I'm not gay; but my best friend likes guys, and he wants to lose his virginity. I don't want him to get taken advantage of, he's a few years younger than me, so I'm going to volunteer myself."
The guy tilted his head slightly, looking Steve up and down approvingly. "... Wow. Lucky friend. But, I'm going to tell you right now, you don't need half of that. Are you planning on bottoming or topping for it? You sure you know what he wants?"
Steve shrugged, he'd not thought about it much. "Dustin is a pushy little bastard, very controlling, likes to think he's hot shit. He also knows I don't fight him much on anything, I let him take the lead. So, I think that's what he'd want from me, to be in charge, but I'm open to whatever. Whenever makes him happy, you know, it's for him - not me. I just want him to be safe. If he wants to try uh topping and bottoming, I'm good with that too."
Jake raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. "Right, well. Let me tell you about the basics, since I have 25 years of experience. I'm fairly certain I know more than-" he glanced over to where Robin was bobbling a handful of different colored dildos that crashed onto the carpet, sending her to her knees to desperately try and collect them all. "... Velma over there."
Robin was spending the night with Nancy, she was calling it a girl's sleep over, but Steve knew it was partly due to the fact her last girlfriend had broken up with her. She'd been going through a string of girls since Vickie dumped her, and Steve was beginning to feel like she wasnt just having a fun rebound. He'd offer to hang out with her, but as close as Robin and he were, sometimes she said she just wanted to be around another girl. At first, he'd thought Robin was into Nancy, but she'd just shaken her head. Just because she liked girls, didn't mean she liked every girl. Steve shrugged it off eventually, he understood and never minded - he spent plenty of nights at the Henderson's too.
Plus, tonight seemed to work out perfectly for her to be out of the apartment. He had things he needed to try out, get used to.
It was a relief to know he could happily hang the anal douche back up on the wall in that shop, because that wasn't exactly something he'd been looking forward to, after Robin falsely informed him he'd need to do it every time he bottomed. Jake was a lot more helpful with his tips and tricks, than Robin's out of date and occasionally blatantly wrong suggestions. Steve ended up with some lubricant, condoms that worked with said lubricant, and a reasonably sized dildo and plug. Nothing too crazy, and Steve was used to half of it already.
Steve sat cross-legged on his bed, entirely nude, smearing a good handful of lube onto the head of the dildo. For some reason, his mind wasn't thinking of it as innately sexual - this was for Dustin. Jake had asked Steve, would he still be able to be friends with Dustin after all of this, and Steve didn't see why not. He was still friends with Nancy, and she'd been his first love. He'd had a huge crush on Robin too, but he was happier with her as a friend. Robin then asked who else he'd been in love with besides Nancy, which gave him pause. No one, he supposed, but he did love Dustin, just not the same way. It was different, he'd insisted. He was straight, obviously.
"How will you feel once your Dustin has experience, and starts dating, sleeping with men, and then has less time for you? You said he's going off to college soon, right? It'll probably happen faster than you think." Jake had asked him as he punched in the prices for Steve's purchases.
Steve didn't really have an answer for that. He knew that Dustin was leaving. Inevitably, he'd start dating. Steve, on the other hand, was trying to finish up his associates so he could start teaching. Surely, they'd both be busy, and wouldn't have as much time to hang out. That was normal, it was expected. That was just life.
Steve didn't want to think about it at all.
So, he laid back, propped his hips up on a pillow, and got to work.
Steve knew when Dustin was planning on heading into Chicago himself, he'd heard Jonathan mention Will's plans when the elder four of them went out for drinks. Jonathan was also understandably worried about Will, but Nancy had talked him down from following him there.
"Eventually Will is going to meet men, and it probably isn't going to happen in Hawkins," she'd said. "He's 18 now, and he's a smart kid. Jonathan, you need to trust your brother more; to make good decisions, and bad ones, and to know how to recover from mistakes. Let him spread his wings, have his own life."
"What a good idea, Nancy." Robin agreed loudly, as she sent Steve a very passive aggressive look, which he ignored. That was different, Jonathan was Will's brother; Steve was Dustin's best friend. He could do things for Dustin that Jonathan couldn't. Robin just didn't understand, and Steve was beginning to wonder if she'd just been trying to scare him away from making good on his plans.
No, Steve thought to himself, everything was leading to this.
This was going to be it, he'd successfully guilted Dustin into coming over on Saturday, saying he probably wouldn't be able to see Dustin for a few weeks if he didn't come that weekend. Dustin looked torn, cautiously saying he'd had plans for the weekend already and didn't want to cancel on the person in question. Steve played dumb, it was easy for him, no one really ever expected him to manipulate anyone.
Oh, he'd said, that's fine - have fun, he added quietly, not meeting Dustin's eyes.
Dustin, of course, folded like a fancy paper crane, and ended up at Steve's apartment. He'd gone straight to making popcorn and nachos, which Steve thought he'd probably avoid for the night. He'd asked what movie Steve had picked, and immediately scrunched up his face when Dustin saw it was Dirty Dancing.
"Seriously?" Dustin mumbled to himself. "You know I love you, but I'm not watching Dirty Dancing on one of the few weekends I have left in Hawkins. Couldn't we watch Re-Animator?"
Steve felt a slight flush of warmth in his chest as Dustin casually said he loved him. It was only something he heard from Dustin these days. Robin never really said she loved him, even if he knew she did, and that was fine. They had an understanding. But, it was different with Dustin. So many things were.
"You know I don't own that, but, okay...if not this, then what do you want to do?" Steve asked him, but he knew this was coming. Steve wasn't a genius, he understood that, but he also knew Dustin would hate that movie and want to do anything else. Which was a beautiful segue, in his opinion.
Dustin pulled off his cap, musing his curls around. "Ugh, I don't know. You want to revisit that offer to go to a gay bar in Chicago, or Indy? Maybe I can get your sloppy seconds..."
Steve stepped up to the plate, with all bases loaded, and prepared to mentally hit it out of the park.
"You sure you want to go find some... random guy in a bar?" Steve asked him, not sounding angry, not trying to chastise him too much, but Dustin needed to see there was a better option. "If that's what you really want, I'll drive you; I just want you to know...you have other choices."
Dustin looked at him like he was insane. "No I don't, Steve? There's not a bustling gay community in Hawkins. It's either I go find someone there, or I end up having sex with Will, and then Hop kills me. You don't want Hop to kill me, right?"
"What about me?" Steve said it casually, maybe too casually, because Dustin didn't react like he wanted.
"What about you?" Dustin frowned. "I have no idea how you'd react if I had sex with Will. I mean, I think you'd be supportive if-"
"No, idiot." Steve cut him off, and Dustin's mouth snapped closed. "... What if we... You and I..."
He trailed off, but the intent seemed to finally land.
"Steven," Dustin started, bug eyed and tense on the couch. "You're heterosexual. Painfully so sometimes. I've heard you compare sex to baseball."
"Yeah, so?" Steve shot back, growing defensive. "I don't want you going out with some random asshole, not when you've had no experience with this sort of thing. I'd rather you figure out what you want, what you like, from someone safe. Someone like me. It's not about being...gay, or whatever. I'm just being a good friend."
Dustin's expression stayed bewildered. "...You're willing to have sex with me, as my friend, so I don't have a one night stand with a stranger? Seriously, Steve? Something you'd already done repeatedly at my age? You're kidding, right? You're being absolutely crazy, and a hypocrite, Steve."
Steve was beginning to feel a bit uneasy about his whole plan. He didn't think Dustin would be angry about it. Was he that bad of an option? "Okay, Jesus, nevermind...Shoot me for being concerned..."
Dustin shook his head as soon as Steve looked disappointed, holding up his hand, looking incredibly torn. "No, I just- I didn't mean it like that. You get what you're suggesting, right? Do you know how men have sex with each other? Do you know what I even want to do? Like, Steve ...I'd be wanting to put my dick in you. I don't know if you think it's not gay or something if you're topping, but-"
Steve bristled slightly, though part of him mentally preened that he'd known Dustin well enough to know he'd want to top Steve, at least the once. "I'm not that stupid, Henderson. Yes, I know. I figured as much."
"And you're...okay with that? You're seriously kidding, right? Is this a dream? What the fuck is happening?" Dustin nearly laughed, incredulous over the entire situation. His voice sounded nearly panicked.
"It's fine, Henderson. I know what I'm doing. I practiced." Steve said simply, and something shifted across Dustin's face. It reminded him of the time Dustin snagged his blunt, and took way too long of a hit for someone who'd never been high before - and after the initial coughing fit, he'd been in another place mentally all night. Like he was floating on clouds, but waiting for the drop the entire time.
"... You practiced- did you fuck other guys?" Dustin asked, voice higher pitched, brows furrowed. "Steve, tell me you didn't actually..."
"No, don't be ridiculous." Steve rolled his eyes. He had pondered it, granted, Jake had offered to introduce Steve to a few of his friends, to get him used to bottoming. He'd declined. Why had he declined? "I got used to it with a dildo, and my plug. I told you, I just want you to have a good time, in a safe environment."
"Di- plug? What the actual hell." Dustin whispered, bringing a hand up to his head as though he'd taken on brain damage, eyes pin point focused on Steve. "You really... just so I won't go hook up with someone else?"
Steve nodded. In fact, the more he thought about it, Dustin should use him as long as he needed to, just to get used to things. One time might not be enough for Dustin to gather his confidence with other men. That was fine too, Steve thought. While Dustin is in university, Steve could come on the weekends and let Dustin practice with him, for as long as he wanted.
"...Can we do it now?" Dustin asked after a long moment, and Steve just exhaled in relief before yanking off his sweater, and stripping his pants off.
The sudden movements felt a little odd. Before Dustin arrived, Steve had gotten himself ready and pushed his plug in. After awhile, Steve found he was less conscious of it being in, but when it shifted with him, it always felt a bit... interesting. Some nights, he'd pull the plug out, push the dildo in, and fuck himself on it - he didn't want to seem like he wasn't into it when he and Dustin had sex. And now, Steve was very much into it.
Dustin nearly fell face first into the couch as he lurched forward, scrambling to get his hands on Steve. Way too eager, that wasn't a good look, Steve thought to himself. Dustin had begun to mumble to himself, but all Steve could make out was the words, 'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god' on repeat. His hands landed on Steve's hips, before finding bare skin, running up and down it, sending a fluffy of goose bumps across Steve's skin.
Steve decided to help him out, and used his hands to guide Dustin's to his briefs. "Henderson, you're going to need to turn down the volume, and actually help out... Come on, you pull them off. Unless they say otherwise, don't make your partner do everything."
Dustin didn't need to be told twice, yanking down Steve's briefs until the ankles, and Steve easily kicked them off, as Dustin stared blankly at his naked body. Steve wasn't self conscious, he knew he was attractive, and he had nothing to worry about when it came to his dick. He'd been blessed that way, but it was still a bit awkward to be stared at like he was prey. For a moment, Steve began to get worried Dustin was possessed or something, until he surged forward and wrapped his arms up under Steve's back, making him arch upwards, his half hard cock pressed into Dustin's shirt. Dustin's mouth landed on Steve's throat, down to the crook of his shoulder, sucking and biting. He moved down until he was kissing through chest hair, and running his tongue around a nipple. Steve opened his mouth, letting his eyes drop closed. That was nice, girls never did anything like that. Occasionally, finger nails would scrape over his nipples, but they never sucked on one. Girls also never rolled their dicks into Steve's hip.
"Dustin... your clothes too. Don't make someone you don't know well, feel exposed the first time you're together..." Steve told him, but in all honestly, he just wanted to see what Dustin was working with.
Dustin faltered some, pulling away and looking up at Steve's flushed face. "I don't look like you with my shirt off, though. I'm just like...a guy, not a god."
Steve just flicked his nose, "confidence, loser. Learn it. It doesn't matter what you look like, what you feel you look like - you act like you're hot shit. I know for a fact that your ego is the size of Texas, so let it out."
Dustin chewed on his lip, before he sat up and pulled his vest and shirt off. He looked fine really, Steve thought, nodding. Nice shoulders, broad though they did hang a bit lower due to his condition. He was softer around the middle than Steve, but he looked good in Steve's opinion. No less chest hair than Steve, though it did blend in more with his skin tone. He was an attractive man, Steve thought with some pride.
"You have nothing to worry about, Henderson." Steve told him, with a small smile. Dustin's expression moved from tender and nervous to something more committed.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, I'll ruin you for women, Harrington." Dustin said roughly, taking hold of Steve's hips again, and pulling him forward until his bare skin was flush with Dustin's front.
Steve's eyelids felt heavy, almost dreamy. Fuck, why was that doing it for him? He knew Henderson would be a quick learner with this stuff. "Yeah? What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to-" Dustin spared one hand to push his own shorts and boxers down, cock bobbing out. Henderson also had nothing to worry about in that regard. Dustin took hold of himself and Steve together, rolling his hips forward, letting themselves rub against one another. Steve intook a sharp breath; this was entirely new to him - it felt good, and it looked incredible. Dustin was tanner than him, always had been, and his dick was a few shades deeper, ruddier, and cut. They looked obscene pushed together, Steve was beginning to leak precum, but Dustin's rough fingers were catching it, running it across both of their cocks. His hand felt so different from any girl that Steve had slept with, larger, calloused in a way that had Steve arching upwards.
"Fuck," Dustin mumbled to himself, rocking forward into his own hand, his cock head dragging against Steve's own length. His cheeks were flushed, and he was practically biting a hole through plump lips. Steve thought he was cute like this, trying to figure things out. He doubted Dustin would last long inside him, but that was fine, he could go again.
"Words, Henderson." Steve reminded him. "What were you going to do to me, to make me forget about women? Tell me how you want me, what you like about me, how I feel. No one wants to feel like a toy." Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true. The idea of Dustin simply using him as he pleased, whenever he pleased, did spark something low in his gut, that had his dick twitching in Dustin's hands.
Dustin's eyes flicked back up, meeting Steve's. He was weary, uncertain, but didn't need to be. "I... I'm going to make you realize no one will ever love you like I do. I'm going to make you realize that you hate the stream of girls you have over, because I know for a fact that you want more than that, Steve. You love helping, serving, and loving someone. I'll be that for you." Dustin told him, voice breaking, and Steve froze in spot, heart skipping a beat.
"I'm going to give you everything you need, I promise you that." Dustin told him, and Steve could see his eyes looked a bit wet, even as he was moving a hand to Steve's thighs, spreading his legs apart. "I'll make love to you, because I know you've said you've never dated someone who actually did."
"Dustin," Steve said, lightly warning him as his chest clenched. That was maybe too much. Too hard to hear. Dustin leaned in, until they were practically nose to nose, and their bodies were pressed against one another, Dustin slotted between his thighs on the couch. "Don't lie."
Dustin breathed out a small laugh, shaking his head, before holding his gaze once more. He didn't say anything else, just kissed him, connecting them. Steve knew this wasn't just practice, they didn't need to kiss for Dustin to get experience in bed; but Steve wrapped an arm around his neck anyway, deepening their kiss. Dustin's lips against his didn't feel as clumsy, and Steve knew he'd had some practice. When they pulled apart, Dustin immediately kissed his nose, and left cheek and his lips once more, but only briefly.
"I'll make you forget about women, because you know you'll never love anyone the same way we love each other." Dustin said, sounding so mature, until he sat up and really looked at Steve. "Fuck, you weren't lying about the plug?" It came out as a needy whine, as Dustin let go of his cock, and his fingers ran downwards. He cupped and squeezed his balls, before dropping the short distance to the black handle of the plug still held tight within Steve. He could feel it, even just Dustin's fingertips running across the outside.
"Needed to be ready," Steve explained as Dustin took hold of the plug base, pulling on it just barely.
"Ready for me?" Dustin asked, and Steve gave the smallest nod, focus splitting. Dustin was rocking it within him, just ever so slightly. In and out, barely fucking him on it. "I think you should continue to be ready for me. Every day. What do you think, Steve?"
Steve's head felt hazy, he agreed without remembering why. His eyes closed as Dustin began to pull, and the widest part of the plug spread him open before coming free. Before he knew it, Steve was empty once more, and that seemed increasingly upsetting.
"Steve?" He looked up as his name was spoken, but before he could, the blunt head of Dustin's cock pressed against him, slipping in with relative ease. Steve swallowed hard, realization hitting him, as Dustin looked at him for approval. Steve nodded his head, using one of his legs to hook behind Dustin's back.
This was it.
Dustin leaned in, as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt - thicker than Steve's dildo, curved different, and warm. It was impossible to ignore, or mix the two sensations up. This was Dustin inside of him, and Steve didn't think twice about meeting his lips again as his friend eagerly pulled his head in for a kiss, a filthy hand digging into Steve's hair. It was a slow and languid kiss, wet and needy. Dustin was surprisingly talented with his tongue, Steve thought to himself.
When their lips parted, Steve smiled, pleased with himself. "How's it feel?" Steve asked, voice rougher and deeper than he was expecting to hear.
"So good," Dustin moaned, trying to kiss him again. "Best ever. You're still so tight..."
Steve doubted that, he'd been using his plug and dildo pretty often the last couple weeks, but Dustin was inexperienced. It made sense he'd think that.
"See, isn't this better than losing your virginity to some random guy?" Steve laughed into another kiss, Dustin was peppering him with them as he tried to find a good pace and angle. But, Dustin stalled after that, pulling back to search Steve's face curiously.
"... Steve, I'm not a virgin?" Dustin said, brows furrowed. "Did you think I was?"
Steve faltered some, smile fading. Well, okay, maybe Dustin and Suzie did stuff in camp, he hadn't known that, but it didn't change anything. "Okay, your first time with a guy then." Steve corrected, rolling his eyes. Dustin was so pedantic sometimes.
Dustin stared at him, biting his lip. Steve took in his face and a wave of cold mild horror passed over him. "... You've had sex with a guy?"
"A... couple of them?" Dustin said slowly, nervously, like he didn't know how Steve would react. Steve didn't know how Steve would react, so that was fair. "At my summer science camp. The older campers who knew it was going to be our last year, uhh...we went skinny dipping, had drinks. We were drunk and high and it was fun, that's all. I thought you'd be proud of me, but when I got back and started talking about going out to meet people, you started acting weird."
Steve's head felt like cotton.
"Wait, so...I'm...not your first?" Steve asked, and for some reason that stung, a lot. He wanted to be special for him. He'd felt special to him.
Did this mean nothing to Dustin?
Dustin shook his head, reaching out to cup Steve's face. "No, but... Steve, you have to know how I feel, right? This is more important to me than them... You're the only one I love."
"...As a friend?" Steve asked quietly, and he didn't know why he wanted to hear a negative to that question.
"...I'm balls deep inside you, Steve? No, not as just your friend." Dustin said, with a small frown, but a part of Steve was appeased. He was still his favorite, the most important.
"Do I feel the best?" Steve asked, allowing his insecurities to bubble over. "Am I the hottest?"
Dustin nodded his head repeatedly, happy to lean in and kiss him again. This was okay, Steve decided. It didn't really matter that he wasn't the first, who cared about any of that anyway? All the mattered was Steve was the best, and Dustin wouldn't f-
Dustin wouldn't what? Forget about him?
"But, uh... Steve. You've never slept with a guy before, right? Topped or bottomed?" Dustin asked curiously, pecking his nose a few times, and the small scar on Steve's cheek. Of all the many, many times he'd been hit in the face, it was morbidly funny to Steve that the only long lasting scar he had came from Dustin throwing a fucking rubix cube at him.
Steve shook his head to the question. Obviously not.
"Then...I mean..." Dustin raised his eyebrows, looking a bit impish. "Aren't you losing your virginity to me?"
That hit Steve like a truck. Like a baseball to the back of the noggin, which also happened more often than he'd like to admit to.
Steve's face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came to him. He'd been fully rendered speechless. He'd first clumsily had sex with a girl at 14, she was 15 and worked in the pizza shop in town. It wasn't great, but Steve acted like it was. Confidence and money. That's all popularity was. His friends had cheered him on, and Steve was quick to ask her out, only to be turned down. She was moving out of town, into Indy. She wouldn't have time to date him, didn't want to bother being long distance. He thought about her, on rare occasions, wondering what would his life have looked like if she stayed.
But then, he wouldn't have met Dustin.
Dustin may have been a bit clumsy from inexperience, even if not as much as Steve thought, yet he'd never been so enamoured with someone he'd slept with, except for Nancy. But, Steve had been in love with Nancy.
He wasn't in love with Dustin. Was he? Could he be? Was he allowed to be?
"I can't believe I'm Steve Harrington's first guy." Dustin breathed out, rolling his hips, cheeks and ears equally ruddy. He looked so happy with himself, and Steve had to punch down the feeling of contentedness at seeing Dustin like this.
"Last," Steve finally got out, as Dustin tested the waters by pulling out and thrusting back in, much harder than before, tearing a whine from Steve's throat. "I'm the last."
Maybe he'd not be Dustin's first, but he could be the one he grew old with. Maybe that was what he always truly wanted, maybe he never really cared about virginity or anything like that. He just wanted to be special.
He didn't want Dustin to ever forget him, now that he was going off to college.
"Yeah," Dustin agreed, eyes looking just a bit teary as he tried to keep down his smile. "You're my last guy."
"I love you," Steve breathed out, surprising himself. It scared him too, the realization that he was in love once more, but things were different now. Dustin wasn't Nancy. Steve wasn't the boy he'd been back then either. He and Dustin had been to hell and back for one another.
"I love you."
Dustin kissed him again, but it was stuttered and messy as he found a rhythm and depth that had them both moaning, gripping into one anothers skin. "I love you, too."
He pulled back, trying to adjust himself on the couch, but it was ancient and Steve had gotten it from a yard sale. Half the springs were dead, and it should have been awkward to watch Dustin try not to flail or pull out of him all the way, but much like the story of Steve's life - Dustin was so strangely endearing to him, in all the ways that made him, him.
Dustin wrapped a hand around Steve once more, pumping his cock in tandem with his thrusts. It was maybe the best thing Steve had ever felt, and it'd been awhile since he'd had sex with anyone besides himself and Dustin Jr (the dildo). It was embarrassing to say that after only a few minutes, Steve was feeling a familiar buzz in his fingers and toes, a building warmth in his gut, and the desperate need to chase that sensation. He leaned up into the palm, rocking his own hips back against the cock inside him, and the tightness surrounding him.
"You feel so good, Steve. You don't even know what you look like, or what it's doing to me. I don't want this to ever end. You're the most incredible person, I'd trade everything I own to fuck you again, like all of my first edition comics, all of it." Dustin babbled to him, breathing hard as he tried to keep pace.
"Dustin, I'm-" Steve's voice was cut off by Dustin squeezing him, as he picked up some speed. "I'm close. Don't fucking stop."
Dustin let out a small laugh, meeting his eyes. "You come, I come."
Steve didn't know if he wanted to hit him or marry him. But, Steve wasn't without his tricks.
"Come inside me." Steve breathed out, and felt Dustin freeze up for a half second, brain clearly fizzling out, before he let go of Steve's dick, using both hands to grab under Steve's hips, and he just fucked him. Thoroughly, roughly, to the point it nearly hurt. He didn't know the nerd had it in him, but Steve knew Dustin had gotten stronger, carrying around all his engineering and radio equipment, and his bookbags that Steve thought weighed about 500 pounds.
It all equaled up to Steve digging his fingers hard into the strange fabric of his yard sale couch, that somehow always felt kind of wet. He was clinging on for dear life, eyes unfocused, until Dustin let out a little small sob, whimpering, 'Steve' as his hips stuttered to a stop. Steve was gone, immediately. Ropes spilled from him, more than he'd came in recently memory, and it pooled in his belly button, through his happy trail.
Dustin breathed out, brushing his forearm over his brow, trying to wipe away sweat that had begun to bead up. It was for not, however, as moments later he simply collapsed upon Steve, sprawled onto his chest, no doubt getting Steve's jizz all over his stomach. Steve just wrapped his arms around Dustin's shoulders, entirely appeased, even if his friend was currently leaking out of him.
Friend, Steve thought, looking up at the ceiling.
"Are we still friends?" Steve asked, because the idea of losing what they had was terrifying. Not apparently as terrifying as the 18 year old with new teeth and braces, who began to lightly chew on Steve's collarbone. It wasn't even a kiss, he was just gnawing on him.
"...Boy-friends." Dustin said in between chomps, looking about ready to pass out. Steve wanted to give him shit about it, but his eyes were getting heavy too.
"I'm not a very good boyfriend. I don't have a great track record." Steve said quietly, trying not to yawn. Dustin pushed himself up slightly, to meet his eyes.
"Well, maybe that's because you've been playing for the wrong team." Dustin suggested, and Steve hummed to himself. "You needed a transfer to another team. Sometimes an athlete is great, but not suited for a specific position or field, right?"
Steve nodded to himself; that made sense.
"So you just gotta... embrace your new life on my team, as a catcher." Dustin said, cheekily, but it just made Steve laugh.
"You're comparing sex to baseball for me?" Steve asked, and Dustin leaned up to kiss him.
"Yeah, well, I kind of worship you."
Steve smiled, tightening his hold on Dustin, not really ever wanting to let go. His head felt so right on his chest, above his heart.
"I think I win. I almost bought an anal douche for you." Steve admitted, and Dustin burst out laughing.