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Steve had gotten invited over to Eddie's for a little game of DND, and since he had gotten taught how to play a couple days ago he decided why not? So here he was in the dark reddish room, sitting across from Eddie who was slightly hidden behind the book that helped them through all this and saying some words that had to do with the game.
But Steve wasn't paying that much attention. He happened to catch himself staring at Eddie's curls as they bounced whenever he moved his head. Eddie weirdly looked good while he was telling Steve how the enemies reacted to his actions, and how they fought back. Steve wasn't very good obviously so he was having a hard time at some points but Eddie was there to obviously help him, tease him a little too, but he did help in all seriousness.
Steve's favorite part of the game was probably when he got to choose what his character looked like. He could make them ugly as hell, handsome and charming (just like him of course), or just plain but have some cool ass abilities that would surprise anyone. The adventures were cool and he could make a whole backstory for his character too, like that was super cool. It was like making his own character for a book. It kinda was like that but not for a book. Right now though, his character was a king. Obviously.
God, he sounded like a nerd now.
His other favorite part though, was Eddie.
He wasn't sure if Eddie always looked at the other members like this but it was as if he was stalking prey at times. He would look at Steve for a long moment, smirk and then look back at the book in front of him to continue on his story. Or tease Steve and his character about something while he was in character. He was just giving him all these looks and honestly, Steve didn't know how to act. Or what to do. He might be getting the wrong idea and his eyes are just playing tricks on him but if they aren't, he's never been with a guy before. Couldn't be as hard as a woman though. Right?
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Eddie was interested in Steve; from the way he fixed his hair, to the way he acted. All high and mighty. So, whenever Harrington agreed to come play DND with Eddie, it shocked him. He knew of his friends, especially Dustin, being interested in the game, but Steve? It was baffling.
So, here he was, sitting in front of one of the most popular guys at school, the most popular womanizer in Hawkins. Eddie chewed on his lip as he watched Steve roll for a decision, a high roll being that his character stop at an inn called the, “Red Lantern Inn,” for the night to rest and eat a warm meal, or a low roll for his character to stay out; to trudge on in the cold weather, risk hypothermia or frostbite. When Steve rolled a high number, a grin spread across his face.
“Twenty-Three,” Steve said, looking at Eddie with a shit eating grin. Eddie spoke, reading from the book, taking glances at Steve, making eye contact, moving along with the story as his arms moved or his voice lowered, just really getting into the story.
“So, as you trudge through the thick layers of snow, one foot after another, you see light. You make your way towards it, and see an inn; lit up by lanterns and giving off a warm aura. You walk in, heat from the fire warming your body as the sweet smell of desserts fill your senses. You walk to the desk where a pretty woman, features soft and brunette hair curly and to her shoulders, sits. She offers a smile, asking you, ‘How may I help you, your majesty? Would you like to stay for a night? Warm up by the fire with a cider before you go to your room, where someone will be there waiting for your appearance?’ What do you say, King Harrington?”
Of course, Steve rolls a high number again, accepting and giving the woman her pay before he just goes straight to his room, but something's off. There’s another person in the room, and there’s only one bed. Surely, there has been a mistake.
Steve reacts to this as anybody would, speaking, “I would like to ask the person what they’re doing there,” and his character does, gruff voice sounding in the otherwise quiet room.
“‘What is it that you’re doing in my room, sir? Has there been a mistake on my part, or is this not room five?’ you ask the man in there, but he just gives a smile before closing the door, lighting the fire of the cozy room and responding, beginning to unbutton his top. ‘Oh, no, your majesty, there has been no mistake. I work here, I am here to serve you… entertainment , throughout the night. My name is Lothario, and I shall be your escort for the night. Would you like to begin now, or later?’”
Steve’s face contorted into a look of confusion, eyebrows knit together as he stared at Eddie, who just shrugged with a smile. “Wait, Lothario,” Steve took a pause, eyes widening after the realization set in. “That’s your character, Munson. Why’s your character making advances on mine?” Steve asked, to which Eddie hummed, looking at him.
“It’s just the storyline, baby! Don’t take it too personal, I know you don’t like men the same way you like women,” he began, eyes darkening as he chose to just go on with the game.
“Come on, King. Roll for your next move,” Eddie said, brown eyes narrowed at Steve as he leaned forward in his chair, elbows resting atop his knees.
“ See if you get to fuck me, or not. ”
Oh, what that did to Steve; that phrase alone got him half-hard in his jeans, with not much to say, or even do, about it. So, instead, Steve did as he was asked, face flush as he swallowed the buildup of spit, looking at his number. It was a low roll. “Sev—“ he cleared his throat, taking a second to relax his nerves before he spoke again. “—Seven. I rolled a seven,” Steve said, letting out a breath he had no clue he had been holding.
“Oh, well that really is too bad,” Eddie said, leaning back in his chair as he looked down at his book, a pout on his lips.
“You decline the offer from the escort, to which he frowns, but accepts that, buttoning his shirt and speaking, angular features showcasing his disappointment. ‘If that is your wish,’ is all he says before walking out, leaving you there, pent up and alone.”
Steve stands up from the table and looks at Eddie, who tilts his head to the side and speaks up, watching as Steve makes his way around the table, standing in front of Eddie.
“Everything alr—“ Eddie couldn’t even finish his sentence before Steve had his mouth on his, their lips sliding together perfectly. Eddie freaks out for a second, eyes wide and legs pulled back into his chest with his arms just sitting there in the air. He looked dumb.
Slowly, the brunette eases into it, hands going to the back of Harrington’s neck and his legs opening to let Steve between them, eyes fluttering shut. Eddie has Steve take the lead, letting his tongue into his mouth as the kiss becomes a make out, with the smacks of their lips filling the room.
Steve pulled away first, Eddie chasing after his mouth for a second before he caught himself, looking up at Steve in labored breaths, bottom lip being pulled between his teeth.
“I want to touch you, Munson, please, let me touch you,” Steve wasn’t typically a beggar, especially when it came to sex; typically it was the other way around, but fate works in confusing ways.
Eddie looked at Steve for a second before his mouth was on Steve’s again, only breaking to take off their shirts. Steve picked Eddie up, using an arm to swipe everything off of the table before putting Eddie on it, the kiss making him dizzy.
Steve just kept kissing him, the wet sounds of their kissing so loud and needy that if someone walked by, they would think this is the last thing they can do before they die. A hand slipped down Eddie’s chest, stopping to tease his nipples, to play with him before it traveled further down until it was in Eddie’s pants.
Steve stopped, feeling that familiar wetness that only women get when they’re turned on. The familiar warmth, the folds, the throbbing. Eddie had a vagina, so that means that…
“Fuck, Eddie, you’re trans?” the question wasn’t full of malice, let alone disgust. But… intrigue? Steve watched Eddie’s face be covered by his own arms, listening to the sudden rambling that spilled from his mouth.
“Shit, yeah, I am. If you don’t wanna do this anymore because of that, we don’t have to, we can forget this happened, you know?” Eddie offered, and Steve just shook his head, unbuttoning Eddie’s pants and sliding them off, followed by his boxers.
“Eddie, if anything, that just means I know what to do so you can feel good, because this is my first time with a guy,” he said, shaking his head. “God, your tits are so small, I didn’t even notice,” he said, and Eddie laughed, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I know, right? I lucked out,” he said, the cold air making his nipples harden. Eddie looked at Steve for a second before he spoke, not even letting Steve ask the question he was going to ask, he sort of knew.
“Yes, Steve, you can touch me,” was all he said, letting Steve do just that. Steve’s fingers traveled from the bottom to the top, between the slick folds of Eddie’s pussy before they spread them apart, Steve’s free hand— more specifically his thumb— rubbed around his inner labia before he spoke, getting on his knees and just staring, pressing kisses along his thighs.
“Shit, baby, you’re so wet,” he started with, dragging his tongue up from his Bartholin’s glands to his clit, where he paid a little more attention to what he was doing, tongue moving in slow circles around it, rolling over it, just giving it some really good stimulation. His thumb dipped shallowly into his pussy, the tight warmth surprising Steve a little bit.
Eddie moaned as this happened, his forearm laying over his eyes as his other arm reached down, hand brushing through Steve’s hair, gripping it from time to time whenever Steve did something he liked. Eddie could feel his heart thumping hard against his chest, like he’d just run a marathon as his back arched slightly off of the table, groaning out.
“Shit, Steve, you’re so good at this— keep doing that,” Eddie gasped out as Steve replaced his thumb with his two middle fingers, curling them into his g-spot, which, to be fair, wasn’t good. Eddie wasn’t going to piss all over Steve, don’t worry, but he does squirt. Which, maybe he should tell Steve about. Just a thought.
“Steve, hey, uh—“ Steve paused, pulling his mouth away to look at Eddie, his eyebrows furrowed as he was slightly worried he’d hurt Eddie somehow. He watched Eddie take a breath before speaking up, thighs shaking on either side of him.
“So, um, when I get off, I kinda— squirt — and I just wanted to see if that was okay with you?” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. He watched Steve’s face turn into a devilish grin, and he nodded, leaning up to kiss Eddie.
“I’m okay with that, Eddie, don’t worry,” he reassured him, curling his fingers again, fingering him nice and shallow as he hit his g-spot repeatedly, moving down again to go to town on his clit; sucking, flicking his tongue at different speeds, hell, using his thumb to rub circles into it at one point.
He removed his fingers from his cunt, watching the discharge attach to his fingers, stringing out as he pulled them away. He looked up at Eddie, licking his juices off of his fingers with a grin, hearing Eddie’s groan as he laid his head back against the table.
Steve’s tongue pushed inside of Eddie and he fucked him that way, eyes closing as his nose bumped against his clit and he efficiently ate Steve out, swapping from hole to clit, hole to clit. He incorporated his fingers, too– whenever his mouth was on Eddie’s clit, he was fingering him, pushing his fingers into his g-spot on occasion.
He kept doing this until he heard the brunette speak, panting in between words. “I’m close— Steve, I’m so close, keep doing that,” was what he said, so Steve did, up until Eddie did as he promised; he squirted. Steve moved to the side a little so he wouldn’t get wet or anything, because squirting is just pissing in a way, but he did watch as Eddie’s body writhed in pleasure, as his back arched and he moaned out Steve’s name, Steve giving his clit slow strokes to help him through it.
Eddie panted as he closed his legs, signaling for Steve to remove his hand, and so he did. They stayed silent for a while to just bask in the aftermath before Eddie spoke up, a grin forming on his lips as he slowly managed to sit up, looking at Steve, who was looking right back up at him, a fond look in his eyes.
“That was… probably the best orgasm I’ve had since Billy,” he smiled, kissing Steve before he noticed he was still hard, and so he spoke, looking at him with a cocked brow, or well, tried to speak, but Steve got to talking first. “You and Billy? Never thought I’d hear that,” Eddie shrugged, deciding to change the subject because Billy wasn’t dead so he couldn’t not be interrogated on the situation if he were. He didn’t want to re-open that relationship again. It was a good relationship, Billy’s a good lover once you get past all that douchebag exterior, but… Eddie would rather keep that in the past, like Billy asked him to. If he were asked to go out with Billy again, sure, he’d say yes, but Steve doesn’t need to know about what happened; that’s between Eddie and Billy.
“You can get off, you know. I’ll let you give me a facial,” he offered, swallowing the buildup of spit in his mouth and Steve was glad to take it. He let Eddie get onto his knees before he got his cock out, jerking himself off until he felt his stomach tighten and he spoke, pushing a hand in Eddie’s hair. “ Fuck — open your mouth, Eddie,” was all he said before he came, all over Eddie’s face, and in his mouth.
Eddie swallowed everything, even cleaning his face and putting that in his mouth to swallow, giving the tip of Steve’s dick a kiss before he got dressed, getting rather cold. He waited for Steve to dress too before he went over to a beanbag, holding Steve’s hand and sitting, pulling him into a hug. They cuddled in the beanbag for a while, Steve’s face in Eddie’s neck before he began to doze.
“I love you, Eddie,” Steve mumbled against his skin, basking in the warmth and smiling whenever he heard an equally tired:
“I love you too, Steve.”