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Eddie’s entertaining himself by snooping around Steve’s room. The guy’s right there sitting on the bed, and he's not doing anything to stop him so he’s taking that as tacit permission. He’s not really found anything interesting yet, Steve’s room is kind of boring when it comes down to it, but Steve himself is busy making a budget for the week so Eddie’s been forced to find his own entertainment.
He’s more or less about to give up and instead spend the afternoon trying to tempt Steve away from his monetary considerations with kisses, but when he turns back to the bed he notices the corner of a magazine, just sticking out between the mattress and the frame.
“What do we have here Stevie?” he crows delightedly, grabbing the corner of the magazine and tugging it out from beneath the mattress. “Shall we take a look and see what gets Steve Harrington all hot and bothered?”
He’s mostly teasing, expecting it to be nothing more than a generic skin mag, something the majority of the male population in Hawkins would have. Steve is very predictable in some ways. Apparently not in all ways though, he thinks, looking down at the barely dressed man on the cover.
Steve, looking red and flustered, lunges off the bed, trying to grab the magazine off him, but Eddie darts away.
“Oh no,” Eddie says, smirking, “this is way too good Steve. Where did you even get it?”
“Robin bought it,” Steve says, going slowly redder and not meeting Eddie’s eyes.
Eddie grins, there’s something oddly sweet about the thought of Robin buying Steve dirty magazines.
“It’s not weird,” Steve continues grumpily, in a way that makes it clear that he’s the one who thinks it’s weird, “she was trying to help me figure out-”
He cuts himself off, looking embarrassed, but the damage is already done. Because Eddie’s connecting the dots and he has a feeling that he’s seen this magazine before. Has a memory of Steve and Robin behind the counter of 'Family Video', yelping at his entrance and shoving the magazine they'd been flipping through beneath the counter.
“Is that what you two were doing that day in the store?” he asks, fighting to keep himself from laughing. “When you told me you were researching whether or not someone could like both guys and girls.”
He’d known it would be something hilarious, both Steve and Robin had looked so flustered, but this is better than anything he could have ever dreamed.
“Steve!” he chokes out, losing his battle against the laughter bubbling up inside him. “You can’t take your pornography to work! Jesus Christ, that's- Anyone could have walked in!”
“I didn’t- It wasn’t- Robin wanted feedback okay, she was helping me figure stuff out!” Steve says indignantly, sinking back down to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Did she want to know what you liked? Did you tell her?” he asks playfully, bumping his shoulder against Steve’s. “Did you have a favourite Stevie? You can tell me, I won’t judge.”
Steve suddenly looks like he’s one teasing comment away from spontaneous combustion. He’s red all the way to his ears and all the way down his neck. Eddie takes this to mean that yes, somewhere in this magazine, Steve does have a favourite. He’s abruptly aching with the desire to know what it is, which glossy spread Steve looks at when he’s alone, what it is that makes him hot and wanting.
He thinks he can picture it. Steve, with the magazine Eddie’s holding in his hands open on his pillow, touching himself to the thought of another man for the first time. He’d have gone slow at first, feeling uncomfortable about it, but something about that picture, Steve’s favourite, would have made him hard, would have made his cock throb with arousal, and he wouldn’t have been able to resist. Eddie knows the face Steve would have been making - his cheeks flushed red, lips parted slightly - eyes fixed on whatever it was that had made him so hot, stroking himself to completion. He feels his heart rate pick up, feels arousal flood through him.
Mixed in with the desire there’s also a small part of him that doesn’t want to know what it is in this magazine that had made Steve consider that guys were a possibility. He’s a little worried that whatever it is, he won’t measure up.
But Eddie’s never been one to hold himself back from curiosity, so he grins at Steve and opens up the magazine.
He keeps a careful watch on Steve’s flustered face as he flips through the pages one by one. Steve shifts, embarrassed, but he lets Eddie do it. Until he turns the page one more time and then Steve makes an aborted move towards him like he’d wanted to rip the magazine out of his hands. Bingo.
He looks down at the page curiously. There’s a guy there, in a denim vest and very little else, looking seductively out at the reader. The guy in the photo has long mid-brown hair that curls a little and he’s handsome, fit and toned and unscarred in a way that Eddie’s suddenly bitterly envious of. Maybe he shouldn’t have looked.
Steve’s voice breaks into his thoughts.
“It’s just- fuck. I know it’s embarrassing but it uh- with the jacket and- It uh- It made me think of you,” he says.
He’s so red now, and curled in on himself a little like he’s embarrassed. Like he’s mortified.
Like this isn’t the best thing Eddie’s ever heard.
Steve’s sitting there, wearing the jacket that he’s thought about while he jerks off, looking hot and humiliated and it’s suddenly completely unacceptable that Eddie’s not touching him, unbearable that he's not pressed as close as he can get, so he drops the magazine to the floor and shoves Steve back onto the bed. Steve goes easily, lets Eddie press him down into the mattress and kiss him like he wants to eat him alive.
“Stevie,” he groans between biting kisses, “that is so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
It is. Eddie’s utterly consumed by the thought of Steve thinking about him like that. Of Steve Harrington, Hawkins’ most desired guy, thinking about Eddie Munson as he gets off. He’s thought about Steve in his private moments of course – half the town probably has at one point or another – but Steve’s hot. Eddie’s average-looking at best, and well aware that his whole rocker look isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. The scars from the bats haven’t done him any favours either. The thought that Steve apparently prefers Eddie to any of the handsome models in that magazine makes him feel almost dizzy.
Steve makes this pleased little sound into Eddie’s mouth as they kiss, messy and wild, and tugs him closer. Eddie’s hands slide up Steve’s sides, feeling the rough texture of the denim, and he suddenly has what might be an utterly brilliant idea. He deepens the kiss and pulls a little roughly at the jacket. Steve’s obviously on-board with the direction this is going in because he sits up a little and lets Eddie push it off his shoulders. His hands find Eddie’s waistband, and he starts undoing his jeans with slightly frantic motions. Eddie pushes up into Steve’s hands a little because he can’t resist, but nothing more than that. He's got a plan, he can’t let himself get too distracted. He struggles out of his t-shirt, enjoying the way Steve’s eyes focus on his chest, the way he licks his lips a little and brings his hands up almost immediately to stroke over Eddie’s ribs.
He’s sorely tempted to just let Steve have his way, to let him pull Eddie back in close to do whatever he likes. Steve’s been getting more confident since the first time they fell into bed together, and he’s curious to see what he would decide to do if Eddie gave him the reins as it were. But if he’s right, Steve’s gonna enjoy what Eddie has in store for this afternoon.
So he pulls back, pressing another kiss to Steve’s mouth to stave off the disappointment he sees building in those pretty eyes.
“Hey Steve, can you close your eyes for me?” he asks. Then, unable to resist, he adds teasingly, “I’ll give you something good if you do.”
He’s a little blown away by the fact that before he’s even really finished talking Steve’s eyes flutter closed obediently. Fuck. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he pulls off the rest of his clothes and grabs the denim jacket off the bed. He really hopes Steve likes this.
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Steve waits in darkness. He trusts Eddie, he does, but he feels a little tense anyway. He can hear Eddie moving, little rustles of clothing, the clink of his belt, but he’s got no idea what the guy’s doing. He’s still fully clothed, but he feels exposed, almost more than if he was naked, knowing that Eddie can see him, but that he can’t see Eddie.
He tenses a little when he feels hands slide up his thighs, but he doesn’t open his eyes, Eddie had told him not to. A mouth presses against his in a gentle kiss and he leans into it, wanting to whine when it pulls away.
“You’ve been real good sweetheart,” Eddie says, and they’ve not really done petnames before, he doesn’t think he’s ever been called something like ‘sweetheart’ in his life, but something about hearing it in Eddie’s voice makes heat flood through Steve’s veins. “You can open your eyes now.”
Steve opens his eyes and promptly loses all the breath in his body. He feels lust spike in his belly at the sight before him, feels his cock throb in his jeans, wants and wants and wants.
Eddie looks like a wet dream come to life as he stands there in front of Steve wearing nothing but the jacket and a wicked smile. His pose is confident, hip cocked slightly, hands spread, like he’s inviting him to look. And Christ, Steve is looking. He’s not sure he’s ever seen so much of Eddie’s bare skin all in one go before. They’ve been dating for a while, have gotten each other off enough times that Steve’s starting to feel confident with it, but he’s never had the opportunity to just appreciate Eddie’s naked body in all its glory. And it is kind of glorious, just the sight of him standing there is making Steve feel kind of crazy.
There’s the tattoos to start with, dark ink standing out in stark contrast to Eddie’s pale skin, tempting Steve to lean in and taste them. He knows the marks don't feel any different under his tongue than the rest of Eddie's skin but he still wants to search out every one of those drawings on Eddie’s body and lick over everywhere he finds them.
His eyes wander slowly down the length of Eddie’s torso. Eddie’s not as hairy as he is, there’s only a little on his chest, but Steve’s suddenly understanding Eddie’s fascination with his own chest hair. He wants to touch, kind of wants to pull it a little, see what it would make Eddie do. He wants to play with Eddie’s nipples, wants to lick and bite and find that combination that’ll make him arch and moan and yell Steve’s name. His gaze catches on the scars too, the one’s on either side of Eddie’s stomach that match the ones on his own. The sight of them makes him feel hot and tender all at once. He likes that they match now, likes it way too much to be normal, and he wants to cover them in soft kisses. He feels his heart swell in his chest at the thought. Eddie’d probably let him he thinks, would let him do everything, would let him press love into his skin until it sinks down to his bones.
He’s distracted from his thoughts of worshipping Eddie with his hands and mouth by the dark trail of hair leading down from his belly button. It’s not something he’s tried, not yet, but looking at it now he wants to nose down that trail, follow it down to Eddie’s cock, and he wants to put his mouth there. He watches avidly as a bead of precum slides down the shaft and wants to lick it up. Eddie’s sucked him off a couple of times and he’s kind of not great at it but Steve thinks he might be ruined for blowjobs from anyone else now. Eddie’s so enthusiastic is the thing, gives head like he loves it, and the sight of Eddie’s pretty mouth stretched around his cock, those big doe eyes staring up at him, does it for Steve every goddamn time. He wants to give Eddie the same thing, wants to suck him off with what will no doubt be terrible technique but with boundless enthusiasm.
“Eddie-” he manages. He’s not sure he can think of any other words right now.
The other man’s smile gets brighter.
“D’you like it Stevie?” he asks, “I thought you deserved the real deal.”
He reaches out, biting back a whine when Eddie teasingly slips away from his hands. He wants to touch, wants to appreciate Eddie like this. The thought that his reaction to finding out that Steve has jerked himself off to thoughts of him in nothing but the denim jacket that they sort of share is to immediately make that fantasy real is sort of sending Steve out of his mind.
“Uh-uh man, no touching,” Eddie says in a voice that Steve hates and loves in equal measure. It’s the voice Eddie gets when he’s playing, when he’s having the time of his life making Steve go out of his mind. “I thought this was your jerk off fantasy so uh- over to you, go nuts, I’m gonna enjoy watching.”
He can literally feel himself blushing. His brain feels like someone’s filled his head with cotton wool and he’s like, stupid hard. Eddie wants to watch. He’s dressed up like a wet dream come to life and he wants Steve to get off to the sight of him while he watches.
It’s the filthiest thing he’s ever heard.
It also makes him feel like he’s about five seconds away from creaming his jeans which is- It’s sending him completely out of his mind, is what it is. He scrambles back onto the bed, resting his back against the headboard and splaying his legs out in front of him. Somewhere at the back of his mind, buried under the fog of lust clouding his thoughts, it feels a little weird putting himself on display like this. But the look in Eddie’s big dark eyes, like he wants this, like the sight of Steve spread out in front of him in his everyday clothes is doing just as much for him as the sight of Eddie in nothing but his jacket is doing for Steve, makes him feel like someone’s just set a fire in his stomach. He likes it.
"Eddie," he says again, hearing how it comes out more like a moan, more like a prayer. He's fairly sure it's the only word he knows right now.
Eddie laughs, a short delighted bark of laughter, like he can’t believe he’s got this lucky. Steve knows the feeling. Eddie crawls onto the bed and kneels between his legs, close enough that Steve can feel the heat of him, but not touching. He's still got that smirk on his face, that light in his eyes, the one that promises all manner of filthy things. Steve wants to touch him more than he wants air but Eddie’s doesn’t want him to, he wants him to put on a show, so he keeps his hands to himself. He wants to be good. Eddie’s given him something incredible so he wants to give him whatever he wants in return.
"Well Stevie?" Eddie asks, tilting his head a little. "What are you waiting for?"
Steve feels like he's about to combust. The sight of Eddie, dressed like that, is so much better than any fantasy. He feels caught, trapped under the weight of the other man's gaze, as he reaches slowly for the fastening on his jeans.
His hands shake a little on the buttons, too much heat running through him. He can't look away from Eddie as he reaches into his jeans and palms himself through the fabric of his underwear. Eddie stares down at him, biting his lip a little. Steve's attention zeros in on the indents his teeth make against those soft red lips. Eddie's lips are prettier than any girls, and he wants desperately to lean up and kiss him. He feels another flash of fire in his veins as Eddie licks his lips slightly.
He squeezes his cock tightly as it throbs, he's already soaked, and he's not sure he's ever been this turned on in his life. He can’t stop himself from twitching his hips up, grinding against his own hand. He could probably get off in no time at all, just like this, cream his jeans just like he had the first time he’d thought about Eddie like this. Eddie wants to watch though, and Steve wants to make it good for him too, so he forces himself to pull his hand away.
It’s probably not graceful, the way he shoves his jeans and boxers down together, wriggling a little to get them over his hips. Eddie doesn’t seem fussed though, letting out another delighted bark of laughter at Steve’s urgency. He looks down at Steve’s cock, red and aching and fucking leaking, and smirks.
“All that for me darling?” Eddie says, still with that playful, teasing tone. And Steve has no idea how he’s staying so composed given how obviously hard he is. “You shouldn’t have.”
Eddie runs his hands down his own chest, trailing his fingers teasingly over his nipples, his stomach, down to his cock. It’s so exactly what Steve wants to do he wouldn’t be surprised if Eddie had suddenly gained the ability to read minds. He bites his tongue to try and keep from moaning, makes a weird desperate grunt instead. Eddie’s grin broadens victoriously. He strokes himself a little, almost lazily, kneeling there between Steve's legs and smiling like he knows every filthy, perverted thought Steve's ever had.
Steve can't even think anymore. It's like his whole bloodstream is burning with lust, his brain feels like it's melted out of his ears. Eddie looks so good like this, so much better than Steve's paltry imaginings. He spits into his hand - not that he really needs it given the mess he's already making - and grips his cock tightly. He's not thinking about putting on a show anymore, not thinking about anything but how good Eddie looks, as he chases his orgasm at an almost brutal pace.
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Steve's a vision like this, he's flushed and sweating, that perfect hair of his sticking to his forehead, gazing up at Eddie as he jerks himself off. It's all Eddie can do not to reach out and touch, to wrap his fingers around Steve's and stroke him until he spills all over the both of them.
There's something undeniably hot about the fact that Steve's this desperate just from looking. The way his eyes keep trailing from Eddie's face, down his body, and back again, like the sight of him is all Steve needs to get himself off. It's kind of mind-blowing actually.
He can't help but tease though, try to push Steve's buttons even further, even though the poor guy looks seconds away from combustion. He leans in, close enough to feel Steve's panting breath, feel the heat of his body, but not quite touching.
“You’re so pretty like this Stevie,” he whispers against Steve’s ear. “So good for me, letting me see you like this.”
Steve full-on whimpers. He really is pretty like this, wide-eyed and flushed, his mouth open just a little, lips all pink and bitten and shiny. He keeps arching up, rolling his hips like he’s desperate for more friction than his hand can provide. Eddie kind of wants to tease him until he breaks.
“How many times have you thought about this sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he pulls back a little, puts himself on display. He trails his fingers down his own chest, watching delightedly as Steve’s eyes track the movement. “If you tell me, maybe I’ll do something nice.”
“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie, please. I don’t know, I don’t know okay? Lots. Like, a lot. Please,” Steve babbles, looking desperate.
It's such a good reaction that Eddie really, really can't help himself. He leans in and presses a soft tender kiss against Steve's mouth.
Steve's reaction is almost instantaneous. He jerks, all his muscles going tense like he’s been electrocuted, and then comes all over himself.
"Fuck," Eddie breaths out softly, watching Steve stroke himself through his climax.
It's kind of insanely gratifying that that was all it took. Steve lays there panting slightly, cheeks pink, with cum all over his shirt, still gazing up at Eddie like he's seeing something divine. He reaches one hand out a little towards Eddie before stopping and fisting his hand back into the duvet. It seems like and odd movement until Eddie connects the dots and realises that Steve’s still obeying his order not to touch. And holy fucking hell they are going to be exploring that later.
Steve's shivering a little, still looking kind of desperate even though he's come, and while Eddie likes to tease he's not cruel. He's also still hard and kind of hopes Steve might be inclined to do something about it at some point.
“So good,” Eddie breathes, “You did so good Steve. Let’s get you out of these clothes and then you can do whatever you like, yeah?”
He kisses Steve again and tugs a little at the hem of his now rather stained polo. Steve lets him take it off, twisting out of the fabric. Steve’s lost that too desperate look, now he just seems impatient to be undressed, squirming fully out of his jeans in a move that’s more awkward than sexy.
"Jesus Christ Stevie," Eddie giggles as they undress him, "do you make this much of a mess every time? Your laundry bill must be though the roof."
Steve doesn't deign to reply to Eddie's teasing. As soon as he's out of his clothes he pounces, shoving Eddie down into the bed and kissing him like he'll die if he doesn't. It's objectively not a great kiss, Eddie can't stop giggling and Steve keeps mumbling nonsense about how pretty Eddie is, how much he loves him. Steve seems kind of wild, he keeps running his hands over Eddie's sides and hips, pressing open mouthed kisses onto every patch of skin he can reach. It makes Eddie feel kind of breathless to have Steve all over him like this.
Then Steve pulls back a little and looks down at him. He looks pink and slightly nervous, tugging on the lapel of the jacket Eddie’s still wearing before he speaks.
“Can I- I want to try something,” Steve asks, not quite meeting Eddie’s eyes.
“Whatever you like,” Eddie says, because it’s true, he’s fairly sure he’d let Steve do anything to him.
“I’m probably not gonna be like, good,” Steve says. “But I want to. Can I- my mouth I wanna-”
Holy shit. If this is going where Eddie thinks it’s going then he’s not gonna last five fucking seconds.
“Yes,” he says, far too fast. “Holy shit Stevie, yes, whatever you want, let’s go.”
Steve lets out a snort of laughter before leaning in to interrupt his rambling with a kiss. The kiss gets heated again quickly, and then Steve’s pressing kisses against his neck and chest and belly, marking a trail south.
And yeah, this is absolutely gonna be embarrassingly fast, because just the sight of Steve down there is nearly enough to push him over the edge. Steve licks carefully over the head, and Eddie has to bite back a groan, feeling heat pool in his belly as Steve laps at his cock a couple more times before closing his lips over the head. Eddie’s not got a huge amount of experience to compare it against but it’s probably objectively not a very good blowjob - it feels more like Steve’s trying to french his cock than blow it – but the sight of him down there, his pretty mouth on Eddie’s cock, hair in disarray, completely fucking naked is making him feel like it might actually be the best blowjob of his life.
He gets so caught up in the feeling of Steve’s mouth on his cock he sort of forgets to warn the guy when he comes. Which is how Steve ends up with most of Eddie’s cum splattered across his cheek and chin. It’s the prettiest sight Eddie’s seen all afternoon, he wants to keep this image of Steve burned into his memories for the rest of forever.
“Seriously man? Warn a guy next time,” Steve grumbles, sitting up and raising a hand to wipe the mess off his face.
Eddie grabs his wrist before he can do so and licks a long stripe up the side of Steve’s face. Steve laughs and tries to shove him away, but Eddie pushes back, licking up the mess he’s made while Steve squirms and laughs and calls him disgusting.
As they both lay there panting in the aftermath a thought occurs to Eddie.
“We should ask Jonny Byers to borrow his camera next time,” he says, grinning at Steve.
Steve leans over and whacks him on the shoulder.
“Don’t talk about Jonathan when we’re naked man,” Steve grumbles. “And why do we need a camera?”
“So we can take a picture obviously,” Eddie replies, smirking. “You can keep it under your mattress for when you’re lonely.”
Steve shoves him right off the bed but he goes bright red too, so maybe Eddie will have to ask to borrow that camera.