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Eddie stared at his ceiling, phone dangling from his hand pressed lightly against his ear. The tone that the receiver makes when the line goes dead rang through his brain like church bells trying to cleanse him of the sins he had just committed. He lay there a few more minutes in his boxers, half-stoned. What just happened? What had possessed him in the first place to con Steve into having phone sex with him in the first place, which now that he was thinking about it felt especially predatory being that he wasn’t even supposed to be “Eddie” at the time. The imagery of Steve flushed and panting, holding the Family Video phone up against his ear while he touched himself hidden behind the counter blitzed unbidden across Eddie’s mind and he finally moved, jumping up and slamming the phone down on the base quickly and getting off the bed to pace before his body took over and the heat was too much to resist. Not a minute later, the phone rang out. Eddie froze and stared at it a moment. Let it ring. Finally he dashed over to it and lifted it to his ear once again, breathless.
“... Hello?” He basically whispered into the receiver, scared to hear what his voice may actually sound like. If it was Steve calling back would he be angry? Explain everything away? Tell him he knew the whole time and he wanted to be with h-
“What the fuck did you DO, Eddie?” Oh. It was Robin. That was quick.
“What do you know already?” Eddie squeaked out, holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder and trying to pull on his jeans at the same time. He couldn’t stay in this trailer and he had a feeling he was going to have to go and work this out sooner than later. A boulder sized weight started to settle deep in his stomach.
“Well, Steve just called me saying he “fucked up” about twenty times and then just told me to cover his shift tomorrow.” Eddie grimaced. His guilt was growing larger by the second and pressing against the inside of him like a balloon with no more space to grow.
“K why do you assume that has something to do with me” It obviously was about Eddie. But he needed to defend his honour at least a little. He fussed with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his now buttoned pants.
“Well I was going to give you a heads up when I called you but then you answered the phone like a fucking CRIMINAL. ‘H-H-Heeelloooooo?’ Eddie? Really? For someone who has constantly been on the wrong side of the law you sure don’t have a poker face.” Eddie felt himself flush and he nearly threw the phone across the room.
“Hey, fuck you! You don’t have a clue what’s going on here, you just go ahead and assume that I did something? Why not your golden boy boyfriend, huh?” Eddie felt the words tumble out of his mouth and he knew he was going to regret them yet he couldn’t stop.
“Okay, you’re the one digging your own grave here, Munson!” Robin all but shrieked and Eddie had to pull the phone away from his ear sharply. “I keep saying, ‘stop calling, Eddie, don’t keep calling him, Eddie’ and what the fuck do you keep doing? I have to assume you called him again because you can’t manage a crush like any normal human being apparently!” Eddie felt his blood rush and anger started to bubble up, oozing out of his pores.
“Wow, Buckley . You’re gonna sit here and bullshit me about crushes? Miss, ‘I can’t even fuckin’ speak around her’” Eddie found his tempo, really leaned into it. “You can’t even get a word in with Vickie and then you’re going to come at me when this whole GODDAMN DISASTER was your idea in the first place?? Robin, if you don’t recall, you’re the one who talked me into this fucking shit and now I’m sitting here, pretending I’m a girl and having fucking PHONE SEX with Steve FUCKING Harrington. He may have said my name and I don’t know what the FUCK is even happening with me anymore!” Eddie finished, voice cracking near the end of his tirade which had slowly turned from anger to frantic panic. The line was silent beside the soft panting coming from the man. Finally he heard Robin’s soft voice.
“Do you wanna go get waffles?” Eddie sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“It’s 11 at night.”
“Yeah. Do you want to?”
“... Pick you up in ten.”
-
Deja vu was a funny thing. Eddie prodded at the uneaten food on his plate while Robin stared at him from across the table in the diner, half eaten waffles covered in strawberries and whipped cream lay soggy in front of her. They sat in the same booth that they had not a week before discussing the same but different issue. Steve Harrington and the unbreakable hold that he had over Eddie Munson’s psyche. When they had come in the same waitress that had served them before had paled at the sight of them and scurried into the kitchen citing that this town was ‘Too goddamn small.’ Eddie dropped his fork and it clattered onto the plate, a sound that rang like a school bell through the nearly empty building. Robin sighed and leaned forward onto her elbows, her chin resting in her hands.
“So…” She drawled, her voice sounding like poisoned honey, “Where do we want to start, the part where you yelled at me? Which might be a hate crime by the way, or the part where you told me that you had phone sex with my best friend” Eddie groaned softly and closed his eyes willing this to all be some weird fucked up hallucination. He was still a little bit messed up from the joint he had smoked and the buzz that had come from the beer had fizzled into exhaustion and a small headache.
“Okay for one, not a hate crime, you were being annoying.” Robin snorted humorlessly at him “And two… two is kind of really complicated.” Eddie finished lamely. He thought about what Nancy had said and wondered if Robin had the same sort of impression.
“Complicated. You think he said ‘Eddie’?” She murmured the last part with an air of curiosity that had been flavoured with a little I know something you don’t know. Eddie stared at her.
“Robin… have you been talking to Nancy about all of… this?” He waved his hands in the air to signify the situation. Robin met his eyes and her cheeks reddened slightly.
“Well… Yes and no.” Eddie made a strangled noise. Embarrassment shook his vision and he leaned forward with a bit of venom leaking into his movements
“What the fuck does that mean? Is it yes or no ?” Robin chewed her bottom lip.
“Calm down, jesus.” Robin crossed her arms in front of her as her eyes scanned the diner to make sure no one was listening in on their words. The waitress was keeping her distance this time around and other than a lonely trucker drinking coffee near the door they were safe. “Look, we were just talking about… the bowling alley.” Eddie stared at her.
“The bowling alley. What about the bowling alley? Because Nancy and I had a very enlightening conversation about this earlier today and I would REALLY like to know why everyone seems to have an opinion on what was happening there without me , a main player , being involved.” Eddie felt himself getting riled up again, the tension in his voice clear and volume rising enough that the trucker glanced over at the pair. Robin shushed him and mouthed ‘relax’ which very nearly caused him to slam his hands down on the table. He stopped the movement jarringly just before his palms reached the tabletop and instead awkwardly lifted them in the air a moment before settling them gently back down. Robin started to chew on her thumbnail awkwardly.
“It’s really not a huge deal. Nancy and I were just noticing that Steve and you seemed… Very comfortable.” Eddie scoffed.
“Nice try, Buckley. However, Nance already told me that she thought that Steve and I are dating so you’re going to have to do a little better than that.” Robin cursed under her breath at the other girl involved.
“Fuck. Fine. Yeah. He was super touchy with you, okay? Like what was all that? He basically fondled you in front of all of us and didn’t leave your side the whole night. Is that what you wanted to hear?” Eddie fumed and yet his stomach tumbled around with that familiar gymnastic routine that he associated with Steve. The juxtaposition of his emotions was uncomfortable at best and nauseating. The thought that people that he had allowed past his carefully crafted walls were talking about him behind his back was infuriating, however the memories of Steve basically caressing his body were enough to keep the monster inside him at bay. For now.
“It’s… not really what I wanted to hear. Actually. Fuck.” Eddie seethed. It just confused him more. What games was Steve playing with him? Robin sighed and her shoulders dropped down as she watched Eddie trying to work through everything.
“Look, you and I haven’t even barely talked since then anyway. I mean, you ignored all my calls the next day.” Robin crossed her arms now and shifted in her seat. “I know that you spent your night at the video store with Steve anyway, I thought… I dunno that maybe something had happened between you guys.” Eddie added guilt into the mix of emotions baking inside of him. Robin had been there for him a lot lately, and he hadn’t really been a top tier kind of friend. He let out a puff of air and looked her in the eye, ocean blue meeting his own chocolatey brown.
“Okay… Okay I’m sorry. I should have called you. I should have… I don’t know what I’m doing here. This is kind of weird uncharted territory for me. There’s just so much that I can’t seem to work out and instead of asking for help like I should I’m just letting myself jump into the first thing that comes to mind. If it even does come to my mind before I jump in.” Eddie finished lamely. Robin quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh weird, you’ve never gotten into a pseudo relationship with one of your only same sex friends over the phone before?” Her lips twitched into a small timid smile. “I thought that was like… a teenage right of passage.” Eddie finally felt the tension release and smiled back at her, crumpling a napkin that was on the table and tossing it half-heartedly in her direction. She let it hit her softly and both of them started to laugh softly, the lightened air allowing them room to breathe.
“Yeah, I hadn't gotten to that part. Guess I’m a late bloomer.” He looked up into the air and brought his pointer finger and thumb to his chin. “Wait is this… is this gay puberty?” Robin barked a laugh suddenly and the other occupants of the diner looked sharply at the two of them. Eddie grinned and his laughter became a little more unhinged as they both let the emotion of the night drain away through the shared manic snickering. They let it flow out of them and finally as they caught their breath and smiled at each other it felt as though they had forgiven each other without needing to voice it. Eddie marveled at the moment. True friendship really was a trip. Robin took a bite at her now cold waffles and spoke around the food in her mouth.
“Okay, can you just start at the beginning of everything you’ve been up to here and just leave out anything that has to do with you or Steve’s sex life? Because I’ve struggled through enough emotional trauma today.” Eddie laughed and shook his head.
“But that’s the best part!”
-
After an hour Eddie had finally gotten through the entire list of events that had officially driven him to insanity in the past two weeks. From the bowling alley comments, to the night at the store with Steve and their little bargain for the strike. All the way down to their over the phone tryst that ended with (maybe?) Eddie’s real name. Robin sat with her mouth agape, plate finally empty while Eddie’s still sat untouched. The 24 hour diner meant to cater to truckers passing through and late night workers coming off shift had become the sanctuary for the two to work out what had truly happened. Robin started to voice her interpretation.
“Steve wants to fuck you.” Eddie choked on nothing and shook his head.
“No.” Robin threw her hands up in the air.
“What? Yes. That’s… that’s it that’s the story.” Eddie shook his head again and moaned softly.
“No it’s way more likely that I just heard what I wanted to hear.” Robin shook her head this time.
“You need to talk to him. You have to come clean.” Eddie moaned, louder this time and closed his eyes. The waitress was still watching them and she blushed and busied herself with wiping the counters. Eddie thought she had quite the show this evening. Bully for her.
“I don’t know if I can.” Robin kicked him under the table and Eddie winced.
“Wrong. You have to. Whatever is going on, it doesn’t matter. This is the only way you’re going to work it out.” Eddie splayed his arms out on the table and slid down til his chin connected. He looked up at Robin through his eyelashes.
“But he’s gonna hate me…” Robin looked away pointedly.
“Do not waste your goo goo eyes on me, man. He might. But I am nearly one thousand percent sure that will not happen.” She raised her hand up in the air and waved, knowing that the waitress was still watching them. “Trust me, please. I have been right on everything so far, for once just give it a shot?” The waitress walked by silently and dropped off the check on the table like a ghost. Eddie and Robin grinned at each other.
“The service here is impeccable.”
“We trained her well.” Eddie laughed and dropped a few bills on the table along with a generous tip. Robin stood up and dusted her thighs off, reaching out for Eddie’s hand. “Alright. Take me home, Munson. It’s nearly two in the morning.” Eddie grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it gently. He had really lucked out with Robin. He had never had a friendship quite like hers before. He was slowly realising what Steve had seen in her and why he kept her so close to his heart.
“As you wish, my lady.” a small noise of delight came from the counter where the waitress was now watching them again. Eddie glanced at her and then back to Robin. “She’s kind of growing on me you know.” Robin laughed and looked over at her as well and gave her a small wave.
“You softie, you.”
-
The next morning Eddie stood in front of his mirror and stared at his reflection. He had been up at quarter to seven despite having been out all night at the diner. His conscience and excitement working together made a perfect chemical reaction for zero sleep. He leaned forward and pulled at the bags that had settled under his eyes. He looked like absolute shit. On the way home the night before Robin and him had cleared a plan for what was going to happen next. Eddie had Steve’s address, Robin said that his parents were out of town (often were out of town actually) and Eddie was going to march over there and demand that they talk. Nicely. Nicely demand. With sex appeal. Now that he looked at himself he couldn’t imagine how much sex appeal he was going to exude looking like a walking corpse. He sighed, trudging to the shower and drowning his worries in the steaming water. Eddie let the water run through his hair and tried to imagine the tension draining out of him with it down the drain. He looked down at his scars from their time in the upside down and ran his hands over the puckered skin. The man remembered his moments in the video store, seeing Steve’s shirt riding up and showing the matching scar tissue running across his abdomen. Eddie groaned and shook his head, quickly scrubbing himself down with soap and shampoo before hustling out of the shower. He was not going to let himself go down that road again before he talked to Steve. Afterwards was still up in the air. He walked into the kitchenette of the trailer, letting his towel drape haphazardly off of his hip bones. Eddie’s hair dripped down onto his chest and he popped two pieces of bread into the toaster. The domesticity of the scene wasn’t lost on him. Eddie grasped onto these moments now like a lifeline, collecting them as if they were trading cards in his mind. He sat in the silence with his eyes closed, breathing in the softness when he heard a staccato knock on the trailer door. Eddie sighed, knowing that he only ever got one visitor. He walked to the door and swung it open, modelling sinfully on the door frame.
“Buckley, if you wanted a show you just had to-...” Steve Harrington stood wide eyed in front of him with one hand raised still from knocking on the door. Eddie froze, feeling himself flush and feeling extremely exposed as Steve’s eyes trailed down from his face over his chest, scanning and tracing over every scar. His raised hand opened and twitched towards Eddie momentarily before the younger man seemed to come to his senses and he brought it up to run through his perfectly organised hair style. His face was pink and his tongue ran over his lips.
“... Wow… I mean… wow.” Steve stuttered out and Eddie finally was able to move.
“Oh my GOD. Steve, I thought you were-” He stepped back jerkily into the trailer, causing him to trip lamely over the shoes that littered the area and before he could stop himself he was falling back onto the floor of the trailer. The landing was not graceful, Eddie felt the towel that was hanging on for dear life rip off of his hips and he let out a small shriek of terror. There was a moment of silence, fitting Eddie thought, since these were going to be the final moments of his life. Pity that he would survive a literal hellscape just to die from embarrassment. He felt fabric land on his lap and looked up at the cause of his mortification. Steve was looking away and had thrown his own jacket down onto Eddie.
“Uh… For your modesty.”
-
Eddie placed a cup of coffee in front of Steve on the coffee table. Steve sat on Eddie’s couch looking at anything but the other man, surveying the walls and interlacing his fingers in front of him on top of his thighs.
“We don’t have any cream. Or sugar.” Eddie scratched the back of his head nervously, now fully clothed in a quick grab of whatever was closely available in his room. Once he had found the courage to move off the floor ten minutes before he had scurried off to his room shouting back behind him for Steve not to leave. He had thrown on anything that smelled clean which ended up being some tattered black jeans and a Dio shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He jumped into the jeans, eschewing underwear for time. He grabbed an elastic off his dresser and pulled his hair back into a quick messy bun and started to leave when he stopped and ran back to his bedside table to put on his rings and spray himself with cologne. Now here they were, Steve still beet red sitting on his couch and Eddie leaning against the counter off the kitchenette silently watching him. He knew that they were going to talk, he had planned for it. Now it just felt like he was at a certain disadvantage.
“That’s okay. I came by because I-” Steve halted and looked like he was unsure of what to say next. He looked nervous, as if there was something on the tip of his tongue that couldn’t make the jump off the edge. “I just needed to see you. Not like… Not all of you that was just…”
“A bonus?” Eddie supplied lamely but somehow it made a small laugh sneak out from between Steve’s lips. Eddie laughed too and put his face into his hands, moaning. “Dude, I am so sorry. I really wasn’t expecting you to come here and definitely not this early but I was going to come and see you today, I… I needed to see you too.” Eddie fiddled nervously with the rings on his fingers avoiding looking at Steve. He heard the man huff from the couch and heard it creak as he shifted his weight.
“Eddie…” Steve started and the metalhead felt his stomach jump into his throat. He could feel it happening again, this tingle in his body. The impulsivity that had been taking over him as of late, controlling his movements, his mind. He felt it rising in him, telling his legs to run away or to grab Steve or do anything to stop the conversation. Eddie swallowed, trying to will it down. “Eddie, I know.” Eddie stilled.
“You know… what exactly?” Eddie winced inwardly. He needed to be sure. He needed to hear it out loud. Steve sighed and Eddie finally looked at him as he heard him getting up from the couch.
“Look. If you want to keep screwing with me that’s whatever.” Steve started to pace around and Eddie wanted to reach out and ground him. But the other man was starting to find his groove. “But I don’t want to dance around shit anymore and I’ll be the first to admit that yeah I’m freaked out, okay? But now you’re standing there looking like a fucking magazine, wearing those rings and your… god, your hair all tied… and those jeans…” Steve was faltering, his pacing had led him to stand right in front of Eddie. He was looking at him, tearing him apart and eating every last bit as if he was a fucking meal.
“Stev-” Eddie was shushed, Steve closed his eyes tightly and stepped closer into his intimate space.
“No, not yet I’m getting there.” He breathed deeply and pushed his hair out of his face, opening his eyes and staring right into Eddie’s own. Eddie’s knees suddenly felt weak and he gripped the counter tightly just to stay upright. Steve started again, keeping eye contact the whole time. “Look, I don’t know what the game was but you and Robin? You win. Okay? Whatever it was that you were trying to prove? I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. So maybe it was just a bet to you, Munson, but I really fell for… for you.” Eddie finally saw it. The hurt, laying underneath the first layer of cheesy lines, caring words and whatever cool persona that Steve may have been trying to project. Now he looked raw. Scared. Eddie felt like pure glacial water had filled his veins. He had been so obsessed with himself that he hadn’t even considered how many potential misunderstandings could have been occurring on the other side, this clearly being one of them. Eddie pushed up off the counter effectively entering into the last few inches of space that remained between them. Hushed, Eddie whispered into the air between them.
“Ask me for the truth, Steve.” Steve blinked, breathing deeply. Eddie raised one hand up and let it glide into Steve’s hair and settled it at the back of his neck. “I promised, you get one. So ask.” Steve’s eyelids fluttered lightly but he didn’t close them. Eddie could feel the shiver trickle down the back of him and the true weight of how much he really wanted to be with Steve hit him like a semi truck. He didn’t falter though. Instead it only made him more confident.
“Eddie do you… Do you want this too?” That was it. Steve’s voice came out low and desperate like the last words of a prisoner. Eddie couldn’t speak. He could only act and he hoped that his answer came through. His hand that sat on the back of Steve’s neck gripped into the man’s hair while his other hand found purchase on Steve’s cheek. Eddie made a noise that was a hybrid of a growl and sob as he felt the last thread of his inhibition snap inside of him and he pulled Steve in roughly, their mouths colliding and god it was too much and not enough. Their teeth hit briefly and Steve made a high pitched noise before Eddie felt hands grip the front of his shirt tightly, pulling hard to try to bring Eddie impossibly closer. The heat between them was intense, the frenzied kiss only becoming more passionate, Eddie moved his hands down from where they had been gripping at Steve’s face and neck to the other man’s hips and dragged him closer, trying to fill any and all space between them. Steve moaned and Eddie took the opportunity to slide his tongue to meet Steve’s. His whole body lit up like a circuit board and reality hit him. This was happening. Steve shifted his hips slightly to the side, which allowed him to slide his thigh between Eddie’s legs and push into him closer. Electricity shot through him and Eddie broke the lustful chaos that was happening to tip his head back and let out a lewd keen of excitement. Steve took the opportunity to start moving his lips along Eddie’s pulse and tendons, biting harshly and soothing afterward, licking along softly and yet it felt so rough because Eddie’s body was on fucking fire and he felt so goddamn sensitive. He gripped into Steve's hips and rolled into them, noises of pleasure starting to tumble unbidden over his tongue. Steve mumbled into Eddie’s skin through his ministrations.
"Fuck, Eddie you aren't even playing fair here." Suddenly the contact was broken and Eddie mourned it for a moment before Steve’s was pushing him back against the counter once more, bringing his hands down to the back of his thighs and lifting Eddie up to sit on it. Eddie flushed and Steve went right back to mouthing and licking Eddie’s throat.
"Holy shit, that was so… dammit that was hot" Eddie managed to choke out. Who was the one not playing fair here? He allowed himself to move his fingers up to run through Steve's hair, the silkiness of it slipping over his skin like velvet. Steve hummed agreeably and his own hands delved under Eddie's shirt and explored along the muscles and skin. He bit down hard at the junction between Eddie's throat and shoulder and the curly haired boy gasped, gripping Steve's hair a little more severely than he had intended to which in turn made Steve pull off in a whine. Eddie pushed him back slightly and pulled the bottom of Steve’s polo shirt out of where it was neatly tucked into his jeans and swiftly pulled it up over his head. Once the fabric was out of the way their lips crashed together again just as forcefully as before. Eddie moved his hands down Steve’s chest and felt how perfectly they matched, two sides of the same traumatised and bitten coin. Steve’s hands danced around the top of Eddie’s jeans now, asking delicately for permission. Eddie was pressing hard against the fabric, his pants feeling smaller with every noise that came out of his partner.
“Eddie, can I…?” Eddie grinned into the kiss and pulled back with his eyes still closed.
“Acting like a gentleman now, Stevie?” Steve chuckled, a hoarse rumble.
“Since you’ve been acting like a lady, may as well play my part.” Eddie’s eyes snapped open to finally look at Steve since they started this. Really look. His dream hadn’t been too far off. That fogged image of eroticism only perfected by how it was so real now. High definition and up close to feel and take for himself. Eddie tipped his head back and sighed, covering his eyes with his palm.
“How long did you know it was me?” Steve rocked his hips forward causing their groins to press hard into each other and Eddie choked a little from the contact and a lot from how much it affected him just feeling how much of an effect this was having on the other man as well. Steve played with the button of Eddie’s jeans waiting for a signal that he could move further.
“Long enough.” Steve moved forward again, whispering into Eddie’s ear. “No pressure but I haven’t been able to think straight since you opened your door. Could we talk about it later?” Steve rocked his hips again and Eddie nodded quickly, stuttered breaths leaving him.
“Yes, yup, talk later, my room now.” Eddie slid off the counter grabbing Steve’s wrist and dragging him down the hall to his room. The door crashed open and Eddie dragged Steve through the threshold, effectively throwing him towards the bed. Steve’s laughter filled his ears like music, and he watched him theatrically fall backwards onto the sheets. Eddie gave Steve a feral grin before he pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it across the room. Steve watched him greedily as Eddie sauntered over and crawled onto the bed, leaning over him and bending to kiss the younger man’s body. His hip bones, up over his abdomen and following the trail of hair up and onto his chest. Steve sighed and gasped at each nip and lick and Eddie thought that he may actually thank god for once in his life. He started working on Steve’s belt buckle and moving back down the man’s body, deftly sliding the belt out of its loop. Steve boosted himself up on his elbows behind him in order to get a better view of what Eddie was doing. Eddie looked up at him through his eyelashes as he undid the button of the jeans in front of him and bit his bottom lip as he lifted Steve’s hips up and pulled the jeans down and over his legs, dropping them onto the floor. Steve ran a hand through his hair, cheeks burning red and eyes wide.
“Okay, you are not ladylike. I take it back… Jesus Christ ” Eddie felt a rush of giddiness flow through him and he palmed the bulge in Steve’s underwear which caused the man to clearly forget whatever he was going to tease Eddie with next and close his eyes again. Eddie paused for a moment, one hand sitting on Steve’s inner thigh and the other just resting on Steve’s member through the fabric, just resting . Steve moved up against his hand but Eddie moved with it. Steve opened his eyes and looked down inquiringly at Eddie, who smirked back at him.
“Tell me what you want.” Eddie half whispered, the croak of his voice leaking in and loaded with desire. Steve smiled and laughed, shaking his head.
“You’re actually going to make me-”
“I want to hear it, Steve. I want you to tell me how you want me to touch you, I want you to beg for it.” Eddie gripped into Steve’s thigh, watching the skin give under the pressure. “I want to give it to you just how you want it, I want to see you unravel, I want to see you moan. I want you to cum,” Eddie bent down and let his tongue glide up Steve’s other thigh, up over his underwear and stopping where his hand was resting. Steve shuddered under his touch and Eddie looked up to make eye contact with him once again, knowing he was watching him. He knew he looked like a predator and Eddie had Steve right where he wanted him, even if he hadn’t even realised it was what he wanted until the night before. “And I want to be the one to make you fucking cum, Harrington.”
“Eddie…” Steve sounded broken and Eddie felt like he was drunk off it. “Fuck, Eddie… okay, God I want you to touch me…” He fell back and put his forearm over his eyes talking into the air that was suffocating them. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock, I want to hear you say my name a thousand times, I want to cum down your throat and I want to see you, all of you because you’re so fucking beautiful. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Good boy.” Eddie purred as he finally pulled Steve’s underwear over his member and held it lightly as licked it from base to tip, hearing the man moan shamelessly. The sound went immediately south for Eddie and he throbbed in his own jeans. He couldn’t even believe that this was real but he couldn’t stop to think about it now. He took Steve’s cock in his mouth and sucked lightly, slowly sliding up and down as far as his throat would let him. He wasn’t exactly experienced in the practice but he knew what he liked himself and tried his best to move his tongue along the shaft as he bobbed, saliva leaking out the sides of his mouth. Judging by the noises that Steve was making it was more than good enough for him. He continued and let Steve’s hands tangle into his hair which was still pulled back into the messy bun and slightly wet, causing strands to come loose and spill onto Steve’s thighs, tickling the skin and adding an extra sensation to the already intense experience.
“Oh- oh fuck, Eddie I’m really… Fuck I’m really close” Eddie hummed and started to speed up his tempo when Steve suddenly pulled on his hair roughly and Eddie pulled off huffing and spit dripping over his bottom lip. He stared, panting at Steve.
“Fuck, ow! Wha-”
“I want to come together, get up here.” Steve gasped out breathlessly and really how could Eddie be mad when he sounded like that, all heat and fervour. He let himself be guided up the bed to meet Steve’s lips again, letting him taste himself on Eddie’s tongue. He felt Steve unbuttoning his pants and reached down with one hand to help him pull them down, finally freeing his cock from the confines of the denim. Eddie gasped as he felt Steve’s hand grip him, the touch sending sparks through his nerves. Eddie looked at Steve who was staring down at where he was touching Eddie in a sort of awe. Eddie felt a tinge of bashfulness which was ridiculous at this point but the look on Steve’s face… No one had ever looked at him like that. Eddie cleared his throat softly.
“I thought you said you wanted to cum down my throat.” Eddie mumbled, his breath hitching slightly as Steve started to move his hand up and down.
“Changed my mind. Want to touch you, you’re too fucking sexy. I want to see you get off.” Steve rambled softly and stopped his gripped momentarily to bring his hand up and offer it to Eddie. “Lick.”
“Fuck.. Yeah, okay.” Eddie didn’t know that he could feel more turned on but Steve ordering him around apparently cast a spell over his body and without a second thought he grabbed Steve’s wrist and brought it close, licking the palm and sucking on his fingers. Steve watched him hungrily before pulling his hand away and reaching back down to grip Eddie again. It was slick, tight and perfect, Eddie felt himself slipping away into the sensation. Before he was totally gone he licked his own hand sloppily and moved to take his rings off when Steve gripped his wrist with his other hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare. ” Steve hissed and Eddie made a strangled noise before reaching down between them and gripped onto Steve’s cock, their arms moving in tandem. Eddie pressed his forehead to Steve’s and their breath mingled, sparks tingled between them. Eddie’s blood rushed in his ears and sounded like static, white noise that surrounded them and only them. He felt the pleasure coiling like a spring, Steve’s movement becoming more erratic. His own tempo was changing, pulling up and over the head of Steve’s cock, thumb dipping at the slit and spreading pre cum and back down to the base again. Steve was obviously close, he started to chant Eddie’s name like a prayer. Eddie was right there with him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, babe…” Eddie stammered and Steve quickened his pace ever so slightly, tightening his grip in a way that shot white hot light into Eddie’s spine. He whispered into the little space between them, his lips moving against the other man’s.
“Say my fucking name, Eddie.” That was all Eddie needed to come undone entirely. His eyes squeezed shut and the tension that had been building inside his body finally snapped.
“Fuck, Steve!” The wetness spread between them and Steve growled lowly as he finished, his cum coating Eddie’s hand and rings. The world stopped, only the sound of panting between the two of them existed now. Eddie felt Steve’s fingers wrap gently around his wrist and he opened his eyes to see Steve lazily examining Eddie’s covered rings with a blissed out smile. Eddie let out a puff of laughter.
“I knew you would like that.” Steve glanced up to meet Eddie’s gaze. He stared and Eddie was suddenly very aware of their state of undress and shifted a bit. Steve continued to look at him dreamily and moved his clean hand to tuck some of the hair that had escaped Eddie’s hair tie behind his ear and the metalhead felt his cheeks burn. Somehow after everything, that was the motion that felt almost too intimate.
“You’re beautiful.” Eddie furrowed his brow.
“As much as I love it, you don’t have to flatter me. I already gave you a blowjob.” Steve laughed and shook his head. Eddie smiled and flopped down beside Steve on the bed, their shoulders and arms pressing against each other. He felt around and found the Dio shirt he had been wearing and reached over to clean up Steve, wiping his thighs and then tending to his hand before quickly doing the same to himself. So much for having a clean shirt. There was a beatific silence that fell over them for a few minutes where Steve found Eddie’s hand again and laced his fingers between his own. Steve eventually broke the silence.
“I like you better as Eddie than Ellie.” Eddie snorted and sat up, looking down at Steve who was looking at him with a grin.
“Oh, so now you want to talk?” Steve shrugged and sat up scanning the ground for his jeans.
“Well I could head to work and call you from there if it would make you more comfortable.” He said slyly, finding his prize on the floor and pulling his legs through before facing Eddie with a smirk. Eddie was beaming back at him, laughter bubbling out.
“Actually, yeah could you? My dad will be home soon and I don’t want him to think I’m a hussy .” Eddie’s laughter was contagious and Steve walked over to push him flirtatiously while giggling. Eddie caught his arm and pulled him close for a decidedly more chaste kiss than they had been sharing earlier. Steve leaned into it and stole another. And another. Maybe another. Eddie felt like he could get used to this side of Steve as well, the sweet jokester. He let the kisses bleed together when suddenly the door slammed open.
“Eddie, you ready for your big gay mome--” Robin sing-songed as she burst into the room. Eddie jolted and Steve jumped up away from him in shock. Robin stared at the two of them, eyes wide as the saucers at the diner. Eddie suddenly realised that he had not yet managed to dress himself and shrieked, grasping at the previously discarded shirt and covering himself. Robin recoiled and dramatically jumped back out into the hallway scrubbing at her eyes screeching about decency. Eddie whipped his head around at Steve who was now laughing hysterically in the corner of his room, desperately holding himself up on the dresser. Eddie huffed and jumped up to slam the door.
“Why does this keep fucking happening to me today??!” Steve just laughed harder and Eddie couldn’t help but join him in breathless all consuming happiness. Despite the embarrassment and absurdity of it all, Eddie felt so insanely happy that it was like he had been drugged. His jeans suddenly flew at his head (courtesy of one Sir Steve) and he grabbed them pulling them on.
“She really needs to learn how to knock.” Steve laughed and went to open the door. Eddie pulled his hair out of the bun that it was only half in and shook his head, fluffing out the strands.
“Does she do this to you too?!” Steve nodded, turning the knob.
“All the time. Still love her though.” He swung the door open and gestured for Eddie to head out. Eddie smiled at him and leaned in for one more quick kiss. He couldn’t resist now that it was on the table. A buffet just for him. He walked through the door towards the dry heaving sounding from the living room. Eddie sighed.
“Yeah, me too.”
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Two days later Steve, Eddie and Robin sat in the diner together, the boys on one side of the booth, Robin sitting on the other. They were chatting and laughing good-naturedly, Robin and Eddie with their usual orders and Steve sitting with a chocolate milkshake and fries. He was dipping them in casually and Eddie was making faces every time he saw it.
“I can’t believe I let you kiss me with that mouth.” Eddie grimaced as Steve lifted a particularly soggy fry into his mouth and chewed with heavy exaggeration.
“Mmmhmm I’m shocked as well, I can’t believe I agree to kiss you.” Robin rolled her eyes but still smiled as she took a bite of her own waffles.
“You guys promised you wouldn’t third wheel me here.” Eddie glanced at her and shrugged.
“It’s your own undoing, you basically made us kiss. Kind of wondering if you have some voodoo dolls in your bedroom with our blood in them.” Steve looked wide-eyed at Robin.
“Robin…” He bent over and whispered, “Are you a witch?” Robin groaned and reached over the table to steal a fry.
“I would have never done any of this if I had known how annoying you two would be as a team.” Eddie grinned and nudged his knee into Steve’s who returned the pressure nearly at the same time. After the morning at Eddie’s trailer the three of them had managed to piece together all the different perspectives of the whole situation. Robin mediated the conversation, some choice words were exchanged but overall, things went smoothly enough. The best part was that Eddie and Steve were now seeing each other, albeit on the sly. They knew that it wasn’t exactly fine and dandy to hold hands around town, not only because of the close-mindedness of a small town but Eddie didn’t have the best reputation around already. They had decided that they could do without the added stress on their very new and tentatively gained relationship. Eddie thought about this as he looked at Steve and his disgusting albeit endearing food choice.
“Hindsight is 20/20, Buckley.” Steve happily announced and got up to go to the bathroom, giving Eddie’s knee a small squeeze. Eddie got up too, pulling out a pack of smokes and telling Robin he would be back before stepping outside and lighting a cigarette. He mused over the whirlwind of the past couple weeks while watching their usual waitress approach Robin at the table with a concerned look. Eddie cocked his head, watching Robin’s face turn from a blank stare to a grin and gut busting laughter. The waitress looked awkward and she put the check on the table, walking away with a blush. Eddie threw the half done smoke onto the ground, stepping on it as he walked inside. He was too curious to finish it, and Steve walked back at the same time, picking the check up off the table and pulling out his wallet. Eddie looked at Robin who was still chuckling.
“What was that all about?” He jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen where the waitress was leaning against the order window. Robin leaned over and looked both ways before holding a hand up by her mouth and speaking in a conspiratorial tone.
“Well, don’t be alarmed but she thinks that my boyfriend might be… gay.” She whispered the last word. Eddie blinked owlishly at her before barking laughter escaped him. Steve looked between the two of them confused. Robin put her hands behind her head and leaned back, tilting her head to look at the waitress who was trying to be inconspicuous as she spied on them. She raised one hand and wiggled her fingers in a wave to the worker who blushed furiously and moved away to tend to another table. Robin looked at Eddie and shrugged.
“Pity for me. I wonder if she’s single though…” Steve screwed his face up and looked at the server as she took an order.
“Her? She looks like Tammy Thompson. She’s kind of… annoying.” Eddie clapped a hand onto Steve’s shoulder and looked at Robin.
“Yeah, she kind of grows on you though,” He winked at the freckled girl still sitting in the booth. “Trust me.” Robin laughed and Eddie joined her. It was one of those domestic happiness moments that he had been collecting ever since he moved to Hawkins. Steve standing at his side, brushing lightly into him. Robin’s infectious glee. He felt warm all over and if he maybe had to make a few prank phone calls to get here, that wasn’t really so bad at all.
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