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Out of all the times Eddie’s been to the Harrington mansion for a party, he’s never ventured upstairs. Everything he ever needs has always been on the main level or the basement. He can set up shop in one corner of the house and have his entire stash cleaned out in an hour. Home before eleven with cash burning a hole in his pocket.
The house is even busier than usual. It’s February, and Eddie doesn’t recall ever coming to a winter party at the Harrington house. Usually people are out in the yard and in the pool, but tonight the house is jam packed, everyone keeping out of the cold outside. It’s good for business though. He’s out of coke, still has a couple grams of weed, a few odds and ends in pill form, and he could easily sell the rest out in no time if he could think about anything other than his full bladder. The bathroom in the hallway near the kitchen has had a line all night because of all the people in the house.
He knows there’s a bathroom in the basement, but he knows it doesn’t have a lock on the door, and he’s not risking anyone walking in while he’s taking a leak. At least there’s less people upstairs. People tend to think it’s off limits even if Harrington’s never said anything to indicate that. Not to Eddie, at least — not that he really talks to Eddie much. He came by when he first got here, bought out half his weed, said something about making himself at home, and then disappeared somewhere, and hasn’t been seen since.
Some blonde girl with huge hair and bright eye makeup comes out of one of the doors upstairs. Eddie figures that’s probably gotta be the bathroom if no one else is following her out, so he tries that door.
It’s not a bathroom.
Steve Harrington is laying there in his bed without any pants on, and Eddie realizes that girl probably just hooked up with him and dashed, but — but no, Steve’s dick is still hard. His dick is hard and huge, and his hand is wrapped around it, but not moving at all, and Eddie — Eddie is just staring.
He’s just standing there in Steve’s bedroom doorway staring at the huge dick in his hand. And Steve glances over and sighs, like he doesn’t even care he’s been found like this. He almost looks defeated, which Eddie supposes makes sense if he’s still hard and his hookup just left.
“What are you doing? Waiting for someone to just come sit on your dick?” Eddie asks.
“What, are you offering?” Steve shoots back.
He grabs his blanket and covers himself up, hiding his huge dick from Eddie’s view. He’s not urgent in his movements, probably comfortable being naked in front of guys after all these years of playing sports and changing in locker rooms.
“Don’t cover up on my account,” Eddie says. “I’m just looking for a bathroom.”
“There’s one downstairs. And one in the basement.”
“Dude, the entire town is in your house tonight. You think I didn’t try those?”
“Through there,” Steve says, pointing toward a door in his goddamn bedroom.
Of fucking course he has his own bathroom.
Eddie closes Steve’s bedroom door behind him and clicks the lock on it, giving Steve some privacy the girl who left didn’t bother giving him. Anyone could just walk in, see Steve laying in his bed with his dick out.
“So why…?” Eddie starts, pointing toward Steve and his whole issue.
“Waiting for my boner to go away,” Steve answers with a huff. “I was out of condoms, so…”
He shrugs, waves dismissively toward his bedroom door and the girl who left.
“You know how that goes,” Steve adds.
“No, not really,” Eddie says. “I’ve never run out of condoms before.”
Because I’ve never been in a situation where I’d need one, he doesn’t say.
“Go take your piss, Munson,” Steve says. He waves him off and then falls back against his bed with a loud sigh.
Eddie lets his eyes roam up Steve’s body, from the edge of the blanket at his waistline, up to his throat. His chest is covered in dark hair that Eddie wants to sink his fingers into and rub his face against. There’s a mark on his neck that Eddie can just make out from where he’s standing, light purple, and he wonders if Steve left any marks on that girl. If her neck is covered in similar markings, or maybe they’re down lower, beneath the neckline of her shirt so her parents don’t see them when she gets home tonight.
It makes something twist up in his gut, the thought of it. He’ll admit he’s had a crush on Steve for years now, as much as he’s tried to stop it from happening. He hates to think about it sometimes, how he’s known for hooking up with half the girls in town. How he’ll never actually go for someone like Eddie.
“Jeez, Munson, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you really were offering,” Steve says, breaking Eddie out of his reverie.
“So what if I am, Harrington?” Eddie asks, and then he ducks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He clicks the lock in case Steve doesn’t take his proposition kindly, and he takes a few seconds to listen through the door.
There’s nothing on the other side that he can make out, so he nods to himself and pulls down his pants to sit on the toilet. Steve’s bathroom isn’t huge, or anything, but there’s a shower and a decently sized counter full of different products.
It looks like he attempted to clean up, unless he’s just naturally neat, which could be likely. Eddie’s bathroom at home is a mess of all his things and Wayne’s always on him about it — hair in the drains and his toothpaste smeared across the counter, his trash always overflowing. He’s not good at keeping tidy, not like Steve apparently is.
When he finishes, he washes his hands with the bar of soap sitting on the sink and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He looks good tonight, he thinks. The little bit of eyeliner smeared around his eyes goes a long way to brighten up his brown eyes, it changes the way his face looks. He wonders if Steve likes it.
He’s getting ahead of himself. He doesn’t even know if Steve likes guys. He could’ve taken Eddie’s offer as a joke, and he could be dressed and long gone already, off to find someone with a condom so he can fuck some other pretty girl with big hair and blue eyeshadow.
But when Eddie opens up the bathroom door, Steve’s still lying there. He still has the blanket covering him up, but his chest is still bare, and he’s pushing up on his elbows and tracking Eddie’s movements.
“Were you serious?” Steve asks.
“Depends,” Eddie answers with a shrug. “If I say I’d suck your dick, are you going to tell everyone I’m a fag?”
“It would be hypocritical of me if I did.”
And oh, that sounds like a coming out, if Eddie knows anything. So Steve might be just as serious as Eddie is here.
“Right, so,” Eddie says slowly. “That means…”
“Come here,” Steve says to him, offering a hand out in Eddie’s direction.
Eddie stumbles over, his feet feeling like lead in his shoes. He suddenly realizes maybe he shouldn’t be wearing shoes in Steve’s house, not on the carpet upstairs like this. He toes them off as he moves toward the bed, his heart beating in his throat.
He didn’t expect his night to go like this at all. Not that he really knows what this is. Steve could shove him away the second he gets too close, tell him he was just messing around, and then go tell everyone about it. But Steve looks, well, Steve looks like an honest guy. His eyes are warm and his smile is soft, no coldness or deception to be found.
“So you, um,” Eddie starts when his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sets his hand in Steve’s outstretched one, watches as the thick fingers curl over his. He lets himself be pulled, ever so slightly, and moves onto the bed. “You like guys, then?”
Steve nods and squeezes Eddie’s hand in his own.
Eddie moves closer to Steve on his knees, not at all sure what to do here. It’s his first time being in bed with someone in any context other than sleeping, and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Hell, he doesn’t know what Steve’s offering here.
“You’re shaking,” Steve murmurs, his thumb rubbing over Eddie’s hand.
And oh, yeah. Okay, he’s trembling, isn’t he? Steve isn’t kidding about that.
The thing is, there’s a big, huge reason why he’s never had sex with anyone, and it’s not the gay part. He knows, if he were someone else, he could go to Indy or Chicago, or even find someone in Hawkins that would fuck him, but he’s not someone else. He’s not what any of those guys would want, or so he’s told himself.
“I’m gonna, um,” Eddie says, his voice shaking. “I’m going to trust you with something really huge here, Harrington, and I can’t… I can’t quite figure out why you, of all people, get to know this because you’ve done nothing to prove I can even trust you, but for some reason—”
“Hey,” Steve says. “It’s okay, man.”
Eddie takes a deep breath and nods. He doesn’t know why he trusts Steve at all — he wasn’t kidding when he said he has no reason to, but it’s just… Steve’s been nice to him. Even during his reign as king of Hawkins High, he wasn’t a dick to Eddie, and didn't participate in the bullying. Plus, he’s been seeing Steve hang around Robin Buckley more, and he clocked her ages ago, and Steve likes guys apparently, so maybe… Maybe he’s going to be okay with this.
He looks down at Steve and reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it up over his torso, up above his bound chest, and off over his head. There isn’t any understanding on Steve’s face yet, but he’s watching him intently when the shirt gets tossed aside.
“I’m a guy,” Eddie tells him. “Just… Don’t think differently of me, I guess?”
Steve’s still just watching him. He sits up a little bit straighter, leaning back against his headboard. Eddie’s still up on his knees, taller than Steve like this, and he looks down at him. At the hickey on his throat, the one that makes Eddie wish he was the one marking Steve up. No — making him wish he was getting marked up by Steve.
He starts to unravel the bandages around his chest, the ones compressing and binding his tits down to as close to flat as he can get. It works well enough when he wears loose shirts and layers of leather and denim over top. No one’s ever suspected, he doesn’t think, and that’s because he’s never let anyone see him like this. The only person who knows besides family is Ronnie, and she’s basically family at this point.
This is different.
“Oh,” Steve whispers when the bandage falls down to the mattress. “I don’t…”
“I wasn’t born a dude,” Eddie answers simply. He doesn’t know how else to explain it all to Steve, just holds his breath and hopes that this is enough. Hopes that it’s okay. “So I’ve got these.”
He brings his hands up to his chest, gathering up his tits in each one and lifting, giving himself a light squeeze to emphasize. They aren’t huge, or anything, but they aren’t exactly small. He’s lucky, he thinks, that he can bind them and pass without anyone knowing. And he’s lucky they’re nice, too. He may not like having them, and he may get them chopped off the second he gets the chance too, but he has to admit: he has great fucking tits.
“And, uh,” Steve says. He smiles a bit sheepishly, lifting one hand to push his hair out of his face. “What else do you have?”
Eddie snorts. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got a pussy, too, Harrington. That okay?”
Out of nowhere, Eddie gets pulled into Steve’s lap, and oh, Eddie likes that. He likes the way Steve just grabs him and moves him, so much strength in his upper body that he doesn’t seem to struggle at all. Big hands squeeze at his hips, and slide down his thighs, and Eddie remembers Steve is naked under that blanket, but Eddie’s still got his jeans on. God, he wants to take them off, to feel Steve’s skin against his own. To feel his dick against him, pushing into the place where he’s already wet.
“More than okay,” Steve says. “But I don’t have any condoms.”
And oh right. That’s why blondie left, isn’t it?
Eddie hums thoughtfully in response to that, then shrugs. “Okay, so?”
“Well, I can’t, like, put my dick in you if we don’t have one. Unless you do…?”
“No, man. Sold my last one right before coming up here,” Eddie jokes, shaking his head. “I’ve, uh, kind of never done anything with anyone before, so… Didn’t really come prepared for that to change.”
And maybe he should’ve because he’s made a deal with himself to lose his virginity before he graduates. He jokes to himself that it’s the only reason he hasn’t finished school yet — he can’t until he gets fucked.
“Jesus,” Steve breathes. “You’re… Nobody? And you… Me.”
“Hey, man, I’m probably just as confused as you are here. Like you and me? I must be dreaming.”
Steve shrugs, hands sliding up from Eddie’s thighs to grip his hips. The slide of his thumbs over sensitive skin makes him jolt, a full body twitch as he sits in Steve’s lap. He shuts his eyes, exhaling shakily through his mouth.
“You’re a good looking guy,” Steve says softly. “I actually can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone. People look at you, you know. I see it.”
“Oh, what, like girls? I’m fully gay, Steve. That doesn’t do me much good,” Eddie points out. His eyes are still closed, and the hands on his hips slide up even higher.
Steve snorts, and his face is so much closer than Eddie thought it was, his breath puffing softly against Eddie’s throat. “And guys, too, you know.”
“What, like,” Eddie scoffs. “I’m not passing as good as I thought and they think I look like a girl? That’s great to hear.”
“I’ll have you know, like, half the guys on the basketball team when I was in school were total fags, dude,” Steve says. “And I’d know because I’ve fucked them.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathes. He doesn’t know if Steve’s just saying it to make him feel better, or if it’s the truth, but boy, Eddie thinks about it anyway. Sweaty bodies and the sound of skin slapping, echoing off the walls of the locker room or confined behind the safety of Steve’s locked bedroom door.
“They look at you because you’re a good looking guy, Eddie,” Steve says again. “And now I’m the one that gets to have you? It’s my lucky day.”
“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet, Harrington.”
Steve laughs quietly, his forehead dipping down to rest against Eddie’s collarbone, just over the freshly healed spider inked into his skin. His hair is soft where it touches Eddie’s skin.
Unable to resist, Eddie finally lifts his hands from his sides and threads his fingers into Steve’s hair, letting it slip through them. He tightens his fingers, grips just enough to feel like he’s really got Steve right now, just enough to ground him in reality. This isn’t a dream.
Fingers play with the waistband of his jeans, thumbs dipping beneath them and toying with his boxers. He lifts his hips up into the touch, wishing Steve would touch him more — touch him where he’s aching and wet.
“You’ve, uh,” Eddie says “You’ve seriously fucked that many guys?”
“Yeah, man,” Steve answers simply. He’s looking at Eddie with this soft expression on his face, something so honest in his eyes. Eddie just trusts him for some inexplicable reason — he feels comfortable with him.
Steve’s fingers are idly touching the front of his jeans now, just above the button, brushing against the skin of his stomach every so often.
“Have you ever kissed anyone, Eddie?” Steve asks, so soft Eddie’s surprised he heard it over the music playing downstairs.
And of course he has — there was Ronnie when they were thirteen and he’d just started figuring himself out. She’d been so supportive, and he just got all mixed up and tried kissing her, and she pushed him away saying she wasn’t into guys — ‘or anyone’ she added later when they talked about it. He tried again with a few more girls, just trying to see if he even liked them at all, and he made out with a guy at a bar a few months ago, but he didn’t let it go any further than that.
He nods.
“That’s too bad,” Steve whispers. “I was hoping I could be your first for that, too. Teach you how. Guess I’ll just have to teach you other things. ”
There’s no way Steve has no idea what he’s doing to Eddie. He’s probably put these moves on tons of people — made them feel special and wanted, even if they were far from the only ones. Hell, Steve was about to hook up with a girl not even twenty minutes ago, and he probably said all the same things to her, too.
It’s just that Eddie’s completely falling for it. He’s falling for Steve’s smooth, whispering voice, and the soft way he smiles, and the warm way his eyes look in the lamplight of his bedroom. These warm, fuzzy feelings fill up Eddie from his toes to the top of his head, something he’s never felt before. He’s on cloud fucking nine.
If it weren’t for Steve’s hands on his hips, grounding him, holding him where he is, Eddie thinks he might just float away.
Steve’s thumb slips into the space between the top of Eddie’s zipper and the button of his jeans. Silently asking permission to slip the button out of its hole and open up Eddie’s pants.
“Please,” Eddie whispers.
“Please what, baby?” Steve asks, dipping his head to press his lips to Eddie’s collar bone.
No one’s ever called him that before, and he didn’t think it would feel the way it does. He’s embarrassed by the sound he makes, a moan punching out of him at the thought of being called it again.
“Yeah?” Steve laughs, his voice low and soft against Eddie’s throat. “You like being my baby?”
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.
“Okay, baby,” Steve says, lifting his head to smirk at Eddie. “I asked you something, didn’t I? What did you want?”
“Touch me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
Steve pops the button on Eddie’s jeans and tugs his zipper down.
“Are we doing this?” Steve asks. His fingers are hovering over the waistband of Eddie’s boxers.
They’re both looking down into the space between them. Steve’s still covered by the blanket, but it’s slipped down a bit, and Eddie wants to push it out of the way completely. His own jeans are wide open, and he wants to push them down, wiggle out of them so he can sit naked in Steve’s lap, but Steve’s hands hold him where he is.
One just brushing against his skin, and the other squeezing his thigh. Eddie feels frozen in place in the best way possible — he wants to be here, right where he is, and he wants Steve to call the shots, to decide when Eddie gets to take off his pants, when he gets to feel good, when he gets to touch Steve back.
“Yeah,” he answers. “Yeah, I want to.”
Steve hums in response, leaning closer and bowing his head down toward Eddie’s chest. He presses a kiss to Eddie’s left breast, right at the top where it starts to expand outwards.
The fingers at his waistband pull it away from his skin, slow movements like he’s waiting for Eddie to stop him. Eddie doesn’t.
The first slide of fingers over him has him gasping. He’s so wet, so much more than he thought, and he knows he’s just going to get even wetter. Fingers push against his folds and spread him apart and holy shit Eddie can hear how wet he is when Steve slides his fingers over him.
He doesn’t press inside, just explores for the moment, hand hidden away where it’s buried in Eddie’s underwear. Steve lips trail even lower, mouthing at his left tit like Steve wants to mark him, and maybe — maybe he does. Maybe he wants to stake his claim on Eddie’s skin.
Eddie would let him. Eddie wants him to. God, he wants to be Steve’s, and some stupid part of him wants everyone to know it, too, all the consequences of that be damned.
“God, you’re so—” Steve breathes against his chest.
He doesn’t finish that thought, but Eddie gets the meaning anyway. Steve likes this just as much as Eddie does.
Maybe he’s wanted it just as long as Eddie has.
“Kiss me,” Steve says as he tilts his chin up.
Eddie just looks down at him for a second, his mouth falling open when Steve starts to rub at his cock. He grinds down against the fingers on him, and he knows the angle can’t be good for Steve’s hand, but he doesn’t care when it feels like this.
He drops his head down to kiss Steve, and it’s messy and uncoordinated because Eddie can’t stop moaning into his mouth. Steve sucks on his bottom lip just as he slides his fingers through Eddie’s wetness, down to his hole where he’s aching for something inside.
“Steve,” Eddie pants against his mouth.
“Yeah, baby?”
A moan punches out of Eddie’s throat, warmth flooding into his stomach and cunt. He slides himself against Steve’s hand, trying to get him to slide those fingers inside. He throbs with need. There’s no way he’s ever been this horny before in his life and it’s kind of fucking with his head that it’s because of Steve Harrington, and that Steve Harrington is actually a participant and not just a fantasy for once.
“Fingers,” Eddie manages to say. He can’t fucking think about anything other than getting Steve inside him.
“Yeah?” Steve asks. “Like this?”
He presses one long finger inside Eddie and it’s so fucking good, Eddie could die right here and now.
“Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, just like that.”
Steve rocks his finger in and out of Eddie, the constraints of his pants making it a little cramped in there. He wants to take them off, wants to be naked in Steve’s lap, feel skin against skin, but Steve hasn’t told him to do that yet. He doesn’t want to move too fast and make a fool of himself, so he just takes what he’s given.
“You’re so wet,” Steve tells him. “God, you’re tight, too.”
Eddie clenches around the finger inside him with a whine. It surprises him that he sounds like this, that Steve is reducing him to something so desperate and needy. He can’t help himself, rocking in Steve’s lap to fuck himself on the finger inside him.
He needs more. Needs another, needs three, needs Steve’s cock — fucking him deep and fucking him senseless.
“Does that feel good, Eddie?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods, jerking his hips forward. The heel of Steve’s hand presses against his dick, giving him something to rut against. It feels so much better than he imagined, Steve rubbing at him inside and out.
“Another,” he pants. “Gimme another. Please.”
“I’ve got you,” Steve says. “Just let me take care of you, okay? I’ll make sure you feel good.”
He doesn’t give Eddie another finger right away, as if to prove some sick point to Eddie, to keep Eddie wanting more, more, more. When he does finally nudge another finger in alongside the first, he dips his head and takes Eddie’s nipple into his mouth.
“Oh,” Eddie breathes.
Teeth play with his nipple, a sharp zing of pain shooting through it. He likes it, he realizes. Likes a little pain, likes the extra attention. Steve releases him and presses a kiss to the meat of his breast, right above his nipple, his free hand coming up to squeeze at the other side of his chest.
“Perfect fucking tits,” Steve mumbles against his skin.
A surprised laugh bursts out of Eddie. “Yeah? You like them?”
“So much,” Steve says, peppering kisses all over Eddie’s chest.
He pulls back and looks down at them, at the hand wrapped around one of them. He gives it another squeeze, another kiss, and then looks back up at Eddie’s face.
“Take off your pants,” Steve says.
He pulls his hand out of Eddie’s jeans without waiting for an answer, leaving him wet and empty. Eddie’s head is spinning just a little bit, the abruptness of the fingers leaving him and the goddamn order Steve just gave him making him feel lightheaded.
“Okay,” he croaks, swallowing around the words caught in his throat.
His voice feels high in his ears, like he’s coming from somewhere else, and Steve’s looking at him. He’s just looking at him. Like he’s got all the time in the world for Eddie to regain his bearings and follow through on that request.
Right, he reminds himself. Pants.
He can do that, no problem.
He crawls out of Steve’s lap and flips around so he can sit on the bed beside him, both of them resting against the headboard now. He pushes his jeans and underwear down over his hips, wiggling out of them as best as he can, feeling a little too heavy in his limbs in the best way possible.
“Doing okay, Eddie? Still with me?”
Steve’s voice is so soft and sweet in his head, and hands come up to brush his hair away from his neck. Gentle lips press to his skin, just underneath his ear. He wonders if Steve would mark him up if he asked, if he’d claim him up high, somewhere that can’t be hidden beneath shirt collars.
If he did, Eddie thinks he’d have to wear his hair pulled up to school on Monday. He thinks he’d want to show that off. Tell everyone that the freak gets laid, even if he can’t tell them it was Steve.
“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “I’m good.”
And he really fucking is.
He hasn’t had anything to drink, hasn’t smoked anything or taken any of his pills, but he feels like he has. He feels like he’s drunk, and Steve’s the one that’s making him feel that way.
Steve presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s jaw, and then moves so he can pull Eddie’s jeans the rest of the way off his legs. He throws the jeans and underwear off toward the side of the bed, kneeling halfway down it, down between Eddie’s feet.
Eddie just sits there, the wood headboard behind his back to keep him upright.
The only light in the room is from the lamp on Steve’s bedside table and it lights him up in soft colors. He moves closer and Eddie can see the gold reflected in his eyes as Steve settles on his knees between his legs.
He grabs his hips, yanking Eddie halfway down the bed, his legs automatically spreading around Steve. And Steve’s so close to him , his dick sliding against Eddie’s for just a second before Steve pulls away.
“God, look at you,” Steve marvels. “Laid out so pretty in my bed.”
His hands come up to Eddie’s chest, taking him in big handfuls and squeezing just right. He bends down and kisses the top of Eddie’s left tit, and then the right, then his collarbone, and his throat.
Eddie’s head falls back, baring his neck for Steve’s wandering lips.
His dick pokes Eddie in the leg, and Eddie has half a mind to touch it, to wrap his hand around it and feel it pulse beneath his touch. The other half of his mind tells him to just stay as he is, to let Steve explore and touch him.
It just feels too good, having Steve touch him.
“Get back in my lap, baby,” Steve whispers, lips pressed right against his ear.
Eddie is quick to move from where he’s laying the second Steve sits back down again. He climbs into Steve’s lap, keeping his naked body a few inches above him while he sits on his knees. He’s never been naked with another person before, and he doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to act in a situation like this.
Hands settle on his hips and drag him in closer.
“You can touch me,” Steve says.
“I —” Eddie starts. “I’m just a little out of my element here.”
“It’s okay,” Steve says. “Do what feels natural.”
Eddie nods and takes a deep breath before sitting down fully on Steve’s lap. Steve’s dick is trapped underneath him, the length of it pressing between his folds. He slides over it, up and down the length without letting anymore happen.
It’s wet and messy and Eddie can hear it, how it sounds.
There’s a moan pressed to the skin of his neck by Steve’s lips, and then he’s being pulled into a kiss. Steve’s tongue slips between his lips, and Eddie meets it with his own, licking and tasting while he rubs himself against Steve’s cock.
One hand falls back down between his legs, lifting him up with a touch to his cunt, pulling him away from Steve’s hard dick. Two fingers nudge and tease at his hole, pressing in and pulling out like Steve’s just having the goddamn time of his life down there.
“Please,” Eddie whispers because he’s learned — in the last ten minutes, really — that he isn’t above begging for what he wants.
Steve pushes his two fingers back in, so much deeper than Eddie can reach with his own. He wants Steve’s dick, to know if it’s bigger than the toys he has stuffed under his mattress.
“That’s it,” Steve says. He dips his head to press his lips to Eddie’s breast again, mouth parting and showing teeth. “Ride my fingers, baby. Just like that.”
Eddie rocks against Steve’s hand, feeling the way he stretches him and rubs against his insides. He braces himself with one hand on the headboard, the other one finding its way to Steve’s hair again. The lips against his tit smile.
“Shit,” Eddie pants. “You can — you can bite. If you want.”
Permission granted, Eddie feels the bite of teeth, the sting that gives way to sucking, like Steve’s really trying to make the marks stick. He moves over and does the same thing to the other. Back and forth while Eddie bounces on his fingers.
There’s an ache in his thighs telling him to take a break, to ask if they can change positions, but he likes being here. He likes the sharp sting of teeth, the suction of lips when Steve sucks on his skin, and the soothing tongue that comes after, licking over the spot.
Steve pulls back to admire his work, smiling down at Eddie’s tits. Perfect fucking tits, he said. And Eddie didn’t think anyone would feel that way about his chest because he certainly doesn’t, but god, it makes him feel good. It makes him feel so goddamn good.
Knowing Steve likes the way he looks, that he hasn’t said anything fucking weird, or hinted at thinking Eddie’s a girl — it’s an indescribable feeling.
Eddie wants to keep feeling that.
Steve fucks his fingers in and out of Eddie, the wet squelching sounds filling the room. If there are people in the hall, Eddie has no doubt that they can hear. He wonders if people are lining up to get a listen — he doesn’t think he would mind if they were.
“I’m —” Eddie pants. He grinds his dick against Steve’s hand, his orgasm starting to sneak up on him with each grind, with each slide of Steve’s fingers inside him.
“Close?” Steve asks.
“Yeah,” Eddie moans. “Yeah, don’t — don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby,” Steve promises. “Take what you need.”
“Want you in me,” Eddie decides. “Please, I want you.”
“I don’t have—”
“I know,” Eddie whines.
He fucks himself down on Steve’s fingers, listening to the wet sloppy sounds of his cunt. He clenches around them, his whole body shaking with the exertion of riding Steve’s fingers like this. He’s so close he has to ignore the ache.
“I’m so close,” Eddie tells him. “I’m so—”
He squeezes down on Steve’s fingers, and they just keep fucking into him while he falls apart on top of Steve. His orgasm hits him like a train, has his thighs quivering and his dick throbbing. Everything gets so much wetter, the slick sounds of Steve’s hand moving through it, liquid splashing at Eddie’s thighs and onto Steve’s dick making it so obvious how hard he just came.
He’s only gushed like this one other time, when he found the perfect position to ride one of his toys and touch his dick at the same time. That orgasm pales in comparison to how he feels right now, with another person doing the work, another person whispering sweet words in his ears while it happens.
“God,” Steve groans. “You’re so hot, Eddie.”
“Want—” Eddie pants, trying to catch his breath. He takes a second before trying again. “Want you in me.”
“Baby,” Steve says, slowly pulling his fingers out of Eddie. He wipes them on the bed beside him. “I really want to, but—”
“I know,” Eddie says. “But it’s okay. It’s okay, right?”
“Eddie, there are so many reasons why it’s not.”
“What, you’re scared of knocking me up, Harrington?” Eddie huffs. “I know you’d treat me right if you did. But you won’t, alright?”
Which Eddie’s, like, ninety-two percent sure about that, and that last eight percent will probably halve if he smokes the rest of his cigarettes tonight, but that might be something he made up in his head but—
“It’ll be okay,” Eddie tells him. And he believes that, so it’s gotta be true.
Steve looks like he considers it for a few seconds before nodding, like he knows they’re both taking a bit of a risk here, but they’re both so turned on it doesn’t fucking matter. They both know Steve could ask someone downstairs and the likelihood of at least one person at this party having a condom is pretty high, but Eddie really doesn’t want to wait another minute.
“Okay,” Steve agrees. “Okay, yeah. If you’re sure.”
“Never been more sure in my life,” Eddie says.
“I’ll — I can pull out,” Steve says with a nod, like that settles it.
Eddie, quite frankly, doesn’t care if he does or not, but if it makes Steve feel better, he’ll take it. As long as he gets Steve’s dick in him in the next minute or two, he’s fine with whatever Steve comes up with to make it happen.
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “Yeah, you can do that.”
Steve slides his fingers over Eddie’s cunt again, briefly touching his sensitive dick before sliding back down and inside his hole. Two fingers, and then slowly another just put in with them. The stretch is so much more now. Steve rubs at his insides, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before he slides them out again.
“I, uh,” Steve says. “I have lube if you think we need it?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “That might be a good idea.”
He’s so wet, he doesn’t know if it’s necessary, but he knows how much easier it is to take his toys when he uses lube versus when he doesn’t. It’s not impossible, but he prefers the easy, slick slide of it.
Steve reaches over to his nightstand, his other hand settling on Eddie’s hip so he doesn’t knock him off balance. He comes back with a tube that looks like it’s almost out. He pops the top and squeezes it into his hand. Eddie watches as he takes his cock in his hand, stroking up and down the length of it.
Lube slides down it, and Steve gathers it back up, pulling his hand up to the head. When his hand slides down again, the head of his cock is glistening.
“Ready?” Steve asks. He sounds so breathless, like maybe he’s just as affected by this as Eddie is. Like maybe Eddie’s stolen his breath the same way Steve stole his.
Steve pulls Eddie closer again and slides his cock all over him, from his cock down to his hole. He spreads lube all over Eddie, getting him messy and slippery with it. He gasps at the feeling of Steve’s cock lining up with his hole and starting to push in. He squeezes around that little bit inside him, making it feel even bigger as he tightens up.
He sinks down slowly on Steve’s cock, Steve’s hands falling to his hips. It feels so much better than the toys he’s used, and he doesn’t even have more than an inch inside him. He gasps, mouth pressed into Steve’s hair, as he’s stretched open and held gently. The hands on his hips just sit there, letting Eddie control how slowly he moves, and it’s probably torture for Steve, the way Eddie’s just letting the tip sit inside him, move slowly in and out while Eddie’s hole adjusts to the size.
“Feels good,” he pants. He feels so breathless, like he’s done more work than just sitting here.
“Yeah?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods, unable to stop the whine falling from his lips. He sinks down lower and the hands on his hips squeeze just the right side of too tight.
“Doing so good,” Steve says. “You’re a natural.”
Eddie huffs out a laugh, his head falling forward to rest against Steve’s. He finds himself being pulled into a kiss with one hand on the back of his neck. He moans against Steve’s mouth when Steve starts to rock his hips.
He pushes his cock the rest of the way inside Eddie, hitting him deeper than he’s ever felt before. He’s never been this full before.
“Fuck,” Eddie breathes. “Fuck, Steve, you’re so—”
Steve laughs into his skin, face pressed into his neck.
Eddie almost completely forgets about the party raging on downstairs. The music is muffled through the floor and closed doors, and he hears a cheer from someone that rings through the vents, but the rest of it slips away.
Nothing else matters besides him and Steve right now.
He doesn’t care about the entire graduating classes of ‘85 and ‘86 currently in Steve’s house, he doesn’t care that more than a handful of people are probably looking for drugs, looking to line his pockets with the cash he needs to get through the month. He doesn’t care.
“So big,” Eddie says. “I feel you in my throat.”
Steve snorts. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm,” Eddie moans. He gives a slight roll of his hips, feeling the way Steve shifts inside him.
He can’t believe Steve’s actually inside him. He can’t believe he’s doing this with Steve of all people. Two hours ago, he showed up at this party expecting to sell his supply and go home, never to see Steve again until the next party that needs his drugs. Two hours ago, he spoke five words to Steve, to add to the grand total of ten words they’ve every spoken to each other, and now—
Now, Steve’s holding him like they’ve known each other for years. Steve’s kissing his neck like he does it all the time. He’s squeezing Eddie’s hips, sliding his hands up to cup his chest again, like he’s just completely comfortable with Eddie.
And for some reason, Eddie’s completely comfortable with Steve, too.
“You wanna move, baby?” Steve asks. “Bounce on my dick?”
It goes right to Eddie’s cunt, making his dick throb and his hole clench around Steve. It goes right to that spot in his stomach that’s been blooming with butterflies this entire time. He feels Steve’s words through every piece of him, from the static filling his brain down to the tingling in his toes.
“If you didn’t tell me it was your first time, I’d think you just go around sitting on any dick you see,” Steve says, voice low. He scrapes his teeth against Eddie’s collarbone, still bowing his head to travel even lower. “Like some kind of slut.”
“Jesus Christ.”
Eddie straightens his back, bringing his chest up just a little bit higher with the better posture. Steve latches onto his tit, sucking a spot above his nipple.
“Too much?” Steve asks.
“God,” Eddie groans. “No. Not too much. Christ. You’ve got a mouth on you.”
“I’ll show you what else it can do next time,” Steve jokes.
As if he’s gonna want a next time, Eddie thinks. He knows Steve’s reputation these days. He hooks up with girls — and guys, apparently, go figure — and doesn’t call them back. It’s been like that ever since Wheeler dumped him, Eddie thinks.
He doesn’t say anything about that. He doesn’t bring up the fact that they both know there won’t be a next time. He just enjoys this time now.
Mouth still on his chest, Steve moves his hands down to Eddie’s hips. They slide, rough palms slipping over heated skin, down to rest beneath Eddie’s thighs. He cups them, just where they meet his butt, and starts to pull Eddie up.
Just before Eddie can ask if something’s wrong — if he should get off of him — Steve slams his hips up into Eddie, dragging him back down at the same time.
“Just like that,” Steve tells Eddie, like Eddie did any of the work at all, like it wasn’t Steve moving him.
Eddie lets him do it again, and again until he finds a rhythm of his own, bouncing on Steve’s dick while Steve fucks up into him.
He falls forward, his chest squishing against Steve’s face, and Steve just groans, his tongue laving over Eddie’s nipple. He tugs it between his teeth, giving it a little pinch before going to the other one.
“Doing so good for me, baby.” Steve says. “God, you have no idea how good you feel.”
“You too,” Eddie chokes out, too overwhelmed by everything going on right now.
“Mhm,” Steve agrees. “But I’ve got a lot to compare this to, and you might just be the best I’ve ever had.”
And Eddie has no fucking idea how to take that, so he just nods, working his hips a little bit faster.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” Steve whispers. “Want this to last.”
So Eddie does, he slows down to a near stop, mostly letting Steve do all the work underneath him. Eddie just holds on, arms wrapped awkwardly around Steve’s head while Steve gives his tits more attention than Eddie’s ever done in his entire life.
A hard bite has Eddie whining, a cry punching out of his mouth. He’s going to be so marked up after this, he’s going to feel claimed, like maybe everything Steve’s been saying is true.
“Sorry,” Steve whispers. “Too hard.”
“No, I like it,” Eddie tells him. “I really — I like a little pain.”
Steve lifts his head and looks up at him, his parted lips glistening with spit, his eyes gold in the lamplight. Eddie can feel the spit cooling on his chest, and he looks down to see light marks littering his skin. He can feel the latest bite still, throbbing underneath his skin.
“You sure?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods. “I want to see them. Feel them.”
Steve pulls Eddie down into a kiss, fingers threading through Eddie’s hair and tugging ever so slightly. Eddie gasps into the kiss, giving Steve the chance to lick between his lips, tongue grazing against Eddie’s own. It’s wet, and slippery, and Eddie can’t focus on making it even close to good, not when Steve starts fucking up into him again.
It’s embarrassing how loud Eddie is, how his mouth goes slack while Steve kisses him because he just can’t stop moaning. Steve presses a kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth before dipping down to kiss his chest again.
“You’re so hot,” Steve tells him. “Never thought I’d get to have you.”
“Did—” Eddie starts. He gets cut off by another kiss pressing to his lips. “Have you thought about this?”
“Yeah. I have. For a while now.”
“Why me?” Eddie asks because he really just doesn’t understand.
“I can’t explain it,” Steve says. He’s breathless, slowing down his thrusts to little grinds, pressing deep inside Eddie. “I’ve just… Always felt drawn to you. Like you’re just… there. You know? Sitting behind me in classes, in the corner at parties… Walking past Scoops Ahoy when I happened to be looking out. Always coming in to rent movies at Family Video. I just notice you, Eddie.”
“Oh,” Eddie whispers.
He didn’t really think he was that obvious. It’s a small town, they have one Family Video, the mall was the best place to hang out with air conditioning when the arcade was too packed, and it was just dumb luck Eddie always got the seat behind Steve in their shared classes last year.
All those things could be written off as coincidences, but Eddie knows they weren’t. He looks for Steve when he can. He always wants to catch a glimpse of Steve, never thinking it would actually lead anywhere.
“God, Eddie,” Steve moans. “Your pussy feels so good. God, so fucking — so good, baby.”
He starts to fall into a faster rhythm again, sliding Eddie up and down on his cock. Eddie’s thighs are aching, and all he can do is take it, just let Steve fuck up into him and do all the work.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Steve says. “Take my cock, just like that.”
A hand comes down on Eddie’s ass, nothing painful, but the idea is there, and he gasps, falling forward against Steve. It’s a surprise, but it’s not at all unwanted.
“Shit,” Steve says. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Again,” Eddie moans. “Want it.”
“You sure, baby?” Steve asks, mouth latching onto Eddie’s nipple again.
The sharp graze of teeth has Eddie whining, pushing further into Steve’s mouth. The hand on his ass squeezes him, pulling him up and pushing him back down in time with Steve’s upward thrusts. There’s so much going on, Eddie doesn’t know what to focus on.
“Please,” he whines, high and breathless in a way that should be embarrassing, but Steve doesn’t make him feel that way.
He releases Eddie’s ass again and the hand comes down again, harder this time. The sting of Steve’s palm on his skin forces a sound out of him, makes his stomach flip and his fingers tingle. He didn’t know anything could feel this good.
His orgasm hits him out of nowhere, his cock rubbing against Steve with every grind of their hips together. Fire blooms under the palm colliding with his ass, spreading through him until he tips over the edge. Steve fucks him through it, his hand slapping Eddie’s ass with each hard thrust inside him.
Eddie shakes and quivers, his pussy gushing all over Steve, his mouth hanging open on a silent scream. The wet slapping of their skin grows louder, and Eddie feels like he’s going to cum forever, his orgasm washing over him, like lightning pulsing through his whole body.
“Don’t know how much longer I’ll last,” Steve warns him.
“Inside,” Eddie pants, barely able to form words after being fucked stupid like this. “You can — you can cum inside me. It’s okay.”
“You sure, baby?” Steve asks.
Eddie moans, squeezing tight around Steve’s dick as he slides up and down it. He’s not doing any of the work, just letting Steve move him with hands under his ass.
“Yeah, please. Please,” Eddie begs.
“God, you’re a fucking dream, Munson,” Steve moans, slamming his cock in deep, his hips smacking against Eddie’s ass. “Shit, baby, I’m so close.”
“C’mon,” Eddie groans, feeling each thrust deep inside him.
Steve buries his face in Eddie’s chest again, like he’ll just never, ever get enough of it, and he muffles his loud moans into Eddie’s skin as he cums.
Eddie can fucking feel it, how much wetter everything gets, how it slips out of him as Steve continues to grind in deep. He’s squeezing Eddie tight around the waist, holding on like he thinks Eddie might float away if he doesn’t.
And Eddie honestly feels like he just might.
Steve rolls them over, and Eddie feels like a rag doll when he lays back against the pillows. He’s so tired, so completely boneless, that he’d let Steve do just about anything to him right now. But Steve just eases out of him, leaving Eddie empty and clenching around nothing.
He can feel Steve’s cum sliding out of his cunt, down to his asshole, before dripping onto the bed underneath him. Steve’s fingers find the trail of it, sliding up through the mess and up to Eddie’s throbbing entrance. He whines when two of them get pushed back in, Steve fucking his own cum back inside Eddie.
Eddie’s so fucking sensitive it almost hurts, but he wants more. He wants Steve to get hard again and fuck him over and over until he can’t think at all. He wants to have Steve forever, and that’s a scary fucking thought because Eddie’s never been able to keep the things he wants.
“You did so well, baby,” Steve whispers against his throat, another kiss pressed to the blooming marks. “Felt so good.”
Eddie moans, unable to contain it with Steve’s fingers moving in and out of him, his sweet words going right to his dick. He could cum again, he thinks, just like this, and he doesn’t want Steve to stop.
“Got another one for me?” Steve asks.
“Yeah,” Eddie pants. “Maybe, I — I don’t know.”
“Let’s try it,” Steve says, a smirk spreading across his lips. “I think I promised to show you what my mouth can do.”
“Oh fuck.”
Just the thought of it has Eddie close again.
Steve grabs Eddie’s thighs and spreads them even further, fitting himself down between them.
He licks from Eddie’s goddamn asshole all the way to his sensitive dick, gathering up more of his own cum on his tongue. His mouth is so hot and wet when he takes Eddie’s little cock into his mouth.
Eddie bucks his hips up into Steve’s face, his entire body shaking from how good it feels.
His third orgasm of the night isn’t as strong as the last two, his body so fucking tired and his dick sore. He still shakes through it, little noises falling from his lips that would embarrass him if he cared at all anymore.
Steve works him through it, licking and sucking until Eddie squirms away from him. Steve sits up and wipes at his mouth, looking at Eddie like the cat that got the cream. He’s so fucking smug, it makes Eddie laugh, hands reaching out to pull Steve back to him.
He gets blanketed by Steve’s body, pressing him down into the mattress.
It’s almost more intimate than the sex, Eddie thinks. Everything that comes after it, where they’re still naked but not because they’re fucking. Just holding each other because they want to, no end goal to reach.
Sleep creeps up on him, tugging away the thoughts in his brain and burning at his eyes. He lets his eyes slip shut, just for a second, arms squeezing around Steve’s back.
“Stay here,” Steve whispers after a while. “I’m gonna kick everyone out.”
“I can go,” Eddie says, but he really hopes he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t think he’ll make it home without falling asleep behind the wheel if he goes now.
“No,” Steve says. He presses his lips to Eddie’s forehead. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Steve leaves after putting on just a pair of shorts, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Sleep tugs at Eddie’s body, but he makes himself get up and wander over to the bathroom in Steve’s room. His lunchbox is sitting on the counter in there, his remaining stash long forgotten because of Steve’s huge dick fucking him stupid.
He’ll have to pick up a few extra deals this month to sell the rest of his weed, maybe track down the cheerleaders or the basketball team and offer up some discounts ahead of the play-offs.
For now, he takes a piss and looks longingly at the shower. He bets the water pressure is spectacular, that the hot water supply is endless in a house like this. He probably has a while before Steve comes back, enough time for a quick rinse, at least.
He could get used to this, he thinks, as the warm water runs down his chest and stomach. He stands there for a long time, just standing with his chin tilted up and his hair flowing back. The water warms him inside and out as it cascades over his body, slipping down between his breasts, where his arms are drawn up and squeezing them together.
He must be in there for a while because he hears the bedroom door open, and the call of his name finds him over the water.
“In here!” Eddie calls back.
The bathroom door opens, and Steve does something on the other side of the curtain for a few minutes. Eddie can just make out the shape of his body as he moves around, and then the shower curtain is pulled back, and Steve’s stepping in behind him.
“Hope I’m not intruding,” he says, his lips pressing to Eddie’s shoulder.
Eddie smiles lazily and leans back against Steve’s chest. Arms slip around his waist and pull him in close.
“All good,” Eddie tells him.
Steve kisses his neck. “Good.”
He reaches for the shampoo on the ledge in the corner of the shower.
What Steve does next is completely unexpected to Eddie. Gentle hands run through his wet hair, working shampoo through it. Forget what Eddie said about the cuddling being more intimate than the sex, he thinks this might take the fucking cake now.
Steve lathers the shampoo into his hair and then takes the shower head from the wall and rinses Eddie’s hair out with it. Warm water slides over his scalp, down his hair, and Steve uses his free hand to make sure all the shampoo comes out of it. Suds and bubbles wash away, down Eddie’s chest and down the drain by his feet.
He does the same with the conditioner, working it into Eddie’s hair until the lengths of it are covered. Then, before he rinses it out, he turns Eddie around and pushes him up against the shower wall, lips finding his own under the spray of the water.
When they finally get out and the water is shut off, Steve gets Eddie a towel from the cupboard and wraps him up in it.
They look at each other in the mirror, Steve standing behind Eddie with hands pressed to his stomach. Eddie’s covered in marks and little bruises, his chest riddled with red and purple, the outline of teeth sprinkled in between.
“Is it crazy how bad I want to keep you?” Steve whispers, lips pressed to Eddie’s bare shoulder.
“Maybe,” Eddie says. “But it’s good, ‘cause I wanna keep you, too.”
Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder and slides his hands up to cup his chest.
“When can I see you again?” Steve asks. “After you spend the night in my bed and eat breakfast in my kitchen tomorrow, that is.”
Eddie sighs, forlorn and filled with regret over what he has to say next. “I have to graduate this year, Stevie. Between crawling my way to D’s in half my classes, Hellfire, and band practice, I just… I can’t make any promises.”
“That’s okay,” Steve says. “We’ll put this on hold until you’re a free man, how about that?”
Eddie can’t stop the smile growing on his face, and he knows Steve can see it in the mirror. He just nods, and turns around to give Steve one more kiss before they head back into the bedroom.
Steve procures one of the joints he bought off Eddie earlier — and boy, does that feel like forever ago — and waves it in Eddie’s direction like he’s asking a question. Eddie nods. He’ll never turn down smoking something he’s already been paid for.
“You got a light?” Steve asks.
Eddie digs around in his pile of clothes until he finds his lighter in his jeans pocket. He passes it over to Steve and watches as he lights the joint and takes a few puffs.
They get comfortable under the blankets, bare skin touching under soft sheets. It feels like it’s just the two of them left in the world.
“You wanna know something?” Eddie asks, giggling to himself a little bit as the weed starts to go to his head.
“Hm?” Steve hums, taking the joint from Eddie’s fingers and bringing it up to his lips.
“I made a pact with myself,” Eddie says. He rolls over onto his side and faces Steve. “That I’d lose my virginity before I graduated.”
“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re repeating senior year for the third time?”
Eddie laughs, leaning toward Steve to rub his forehead against his shoulder.
“Funny,” he says. “Looks like I’ll be graduating this year, though. Since, you know, I’ve had sex.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “It’s your year.”
“You think?”
“Mhm. Eighty-six, baby,” Steve says with a lazy grin. He takes another hit from the joint before passing it back over to Eddie.
Before Eddie can bring it to his mouth, Steve steals a kiss from him. Giggles fall from both of their lips, bright smiles when they pull away. Eddie rolls onto his back, bringing the joint up to his mouth.
Yeah, he thinks as he blows smoke up toward Steve’s ceiling.
This is his year.