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Eddie inhales sharply and clenches the sheets in his fists as Steve’s lube-slicked finger first breaches the tight muscle ring of his hole. So far, it’s familiar territory; he’s tried that himself, a few times. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the sensations, on the tiny sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine as the finger inside him glides at just the right angle.
One finger isn’t gonna cut it for tonight, though; not if Eddie’s going to get fucked, which was the initial plan. Steve is slow and gentle as he pushes the second finger alongside the first, and yet… fuck, this is already a lot. Kinda burns a little.
“You okay?” Steve asks softly, and Eddie finds himself nodding. A lie. He’s not, not really; but he will be. He’ll try to be. He’ll be damned if he passes up the opportunity to finally lose his goddamn virginity. Way past due time.
He’s also about to be the first guy ever that Steve Harrington’s going to fuck. Eddie still finds it a little surreal. Not that Steve turned out to be bisexual, per se; over the years Eddie’s discovered that way more men were… curious, in this regard, than he would have expected. But that’s all it was, for the most part. Curious glances. In very, very rare occasions, quick and dirty mutual handjobs in some back alley; no kissing, sometimes not even eye contact, followed by a shameful retreat and then never acknowledging Eddie’s existence again.
Steve Harrington was different; a fucking enigma of a man. Steve Harrington looked openly flustered at Eddie’s half-joking flirtations. Steve Harrington eventually flirted back. Steve Harrington was kind and patient and didn’t make fun of Eddie’s obvious inexperience when he first pressed his lips against Eddie’s on the roof of the Munsons’ new trailer, under a starry sky, like a goddamn romance cliche. Steve Harrington took him on dates and stealthily held his hand under the popcorn bucket in the darkness of the movie theater. Steve Harrington took Eddie to his bed, was the first person Eddie’d ever been fully naked with, and it was gentle and unhurried, the way they touched each other that night.
Steve Harrington looked at him with a soft smile the next morning, and every morning afterwards because he didn’t disappear on Eddie after getting off once. He looked at Eddie like Eddie was something worth looking at, with all his mangled scars, and Eddie had no idea how to deal with the butterflies in his chest at that.
They were both inexperienced each in their own way, and things were awkward at first but also a whole lot of fun, and Steve seemingly had no qualms about pleasuring Eddie with his hands and then even his mouth, without Eddie ever asking anything of him. Until several weeks later, when Eddie tentatively brought up the idea of Steve fucking him; and Steve was nothing if not enthusiastic.
And yet, as ridiculous as it sounds, Eddie feels like this might be some sort of final test. Wonders if this might be the moment Harrington realizes things have gotten way more gay than he was initially prepared for.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” Steve mutters, leaning in to land a kiss on Eddie’s lips, way too soft and chaste for the absolutely lewd position they’re in. “Come on, baby, you gotta relax.”
Baby. Eddie’s never getting used to that, what the fuck.
Eddie tries to will his body to do what Steve asks of him, but the more he tries, the worse it gets. He glances down at Steve between his legs, at his rather sizable cock; not much longer than Eddie’s, it’s not the length that’s impressive, it’s the thickness of it when it’s fully hard. Jesus H. Christ, it took Eddie a few attempts to even figure out how to work his mouth around that. There’s no way it’s going to fit. It’s gotta be as wide as what, three of Steve’s (not exactly slender) fingers? Maybe four? Fuck.
His hole briefly clamps down on Steve’s (still just two!) fingers, and they stop their movement. Eddie takes a deep breath, tries to calm himself down; his gaze lands on the crease between Steve’s furrowed brows, then shifts down to his cock again. Steve’s been hard for a while now. Eddie wonders if Steve wishes he was with a girl instead. That he wouldn’t need to go through so much trouble to get his dick wet, at least not for this long.
“Shit, okay, I’m just gonna…” Still frowning, Steve withdraws his fingers, wiping them on his own hip.
“What?” Eddie raises himself on his elbows. “Nonono, it’s fine, you can keep going.”
“Eddie. Just fine isn’t what I’m going for here.” Steve pointedly looks at Eddie's crotch, and belatedly, Eddie realizes his own dick is fully soft again. Probably has been for a while now. “You’re supposed to be enjoying this, and I’m clearly doing something wrong here.”
“Fuck. No, it’s not you, it’s…” Eddie lets out a frustrated groan and collapses back against the pillow, covering his face with his forearm. “Fuck. Goddammit, I’m ruining this.”
“What?” Eddie hears the sheets rustle beside him, and he feels the mattress dipping as Steve lies down next to him, a warm arm wrapping around his middle. “Eds, come on. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Steve gently kisses a spot right under Eddie’s elbow, and Eddie can’t fucking take it. Utterly humiliated, he presses his arm down harder, into his eyes, as if he can physically push the very real threat of tears back into them.
“I’m ruining this,” he says again, voice shaky. “First time we're about to have real sex and I’m fucking this up. I do want this, I swear, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”
“Real sex?” Steve echoes, confusion in his voice. “Eddie. Baby, look at me.”
Eddie shakes his head, stubbornly hiding behind his arm. At least until he feels fingers wiggling in his armpit and he yelps, forced to move his arm to protect it. He glares at Steve.
“That was a dirty move.”
But Steve’s smiling at him, tugging on his waist so Eddie could full-body face him.
“Well, I don't care, it worked. I needed you to stop hiding, because I need you to look at me and know how serious I am when I tell you, whatever’s going through your head? Is absolutely ridiculous. Real sex? What the hell, Eddie, what do you think we’ve been doing so far?”
Eddie sighs, rolling his eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“No, Eds, I really don’t.” Steve shakes his head. He doesn’t even look annoyed, exactly, more like… sad. “Eddie,” he cups his cheek, “it was all real sex. And it's been fucking awesome. This,” he vaguely gestures between them, “we don’t have to do this, not tonight, not ever. I thought you wanted this, but if you’re not having fun, it’s off the table.”
“I do want this,” Eddie says. “I just… fuck. You don’t have to deal with all this bullshit, you know. You still like girls, right?”
Steve stares at him like he just grew a second head.
“Oh my god, you really have no fucking clue, do you.”
“Wha…” Eddie’s question is cut off with a kiss, very different this time around, hard and deep and with teeth digging into his lips, nearly biting.
“Do I still like girls,” Steve mutters against his lips, then shakes his head and lets out a strained laugh. “Jesus, Eddie. I don’t fucking know, I haven’t so much as looked at girls in five months.”
Eddie blinks. “But we only got together—”
“Yes, two months ago, I’m aware.” His cheeks flush bright pink, and he hesitates a moment before adding, “I was thinking of you every time I showered way before I had the balls to kiss you.”
Eddie’s brain short-circuits. He keeps opening and closing his mouth, but no words come out, because he has no idea what to say to that. Finally, he manages to choke out, “Thinking of me? Like…” He trails off, feeling his face burn and his stomach squirm.
“Yeah, exactly like you think,” Steve replies boldly, ever the brave one. His eyes dart between Eddie’s, and whatever he sees on Eddie’s face makes him push on, voice hushed and sultry, “Touching myself. Wishing it were your hands on me.”
Fuck. Eddie unconsciously moves closer, pressing fully against Steve’s front. He feels Steve’s dick, still mostly hard, against his belly. And as for Eddie’s own… well. He’s definitely getting there. He knows well enough what Steve looks like in the shower for the mental image to be very vivid.
“I… I did, too,” Eddie admits, mostly to encourage Steve to keep talking.
“Yeah?” Steve asks breathlessly, shutting his eyes and drawing Eddie in for another kiss. “Fuck. I’ve never been this horny for anyone in my life, Eds.”
Eddie groans, burying his face in the man’s neck as he tries and fails to stifle a nervous giggle.
“Okay. Flattery definitely works on me, Stevie.”
“It’s not flattery. I should have told you earlier. I thought it was obvious,” Steve whispers in his ear, his breath as scalding hot as his words. He slides a hand under Eddie’s thigh, tugging until Eddie gets the message and throws a leg across his hips, slotting their groins together. “Ever since that first time. Remember?” Steve grinds against him, and Eddie groans, both at the sensation and the memory. As if he could ever forget; and yet Steve keeps talking, seemingly on a roll now. “We’d been making out for so long we both came in our pants. That had been the hottest thing ever to happen to me, and it only got better from there.”
Eddie feels spellbound, awestruck, his skin on fire and brain slowly turning to mush.
“Fuck, Stevie.” Eddie nips at the skin of his neck, feeling the man shudder against him, his arm around Eddie tightening.
“You drive me crazy. You’re always so eager in bed, baby.” Eddie whines in protest, because it sounds like something that should be embarrassing; and yet Steve’s tone is almost reverent as he keeps talking. “You’re so good to me. It makes me want you just as bad, all the time. I’m obsessed with your hands, your mouth… your cock. All of you.”
Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest, and yet it’s not fear or anxiety; he can’t even remember why he was freaking out before Steve began talking like this. He can’t form a coherent response to all this, but he can reach for Steve’s hand and drag it downwards, between his own legs.
“Please,” he asks. “Try again. I want.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Steve kisses him, and when his fingers slide inside Eddie this time, he feels nothing but pleasant pressure and the simmer of arousal in his lower belly.
“Fuck,” Eddie exhales against his lips, and no longer caring if it’s embarrassing, asks, “Keep talking? Please.”
“Oh god, okay,” Steve instantly agrees, just as red-faced as him and just as ardent. His fingers find a slow, steady rhythm inside Eddie. “Yeah. Yeah, just like that, baby, I can feel how much more relaxed you are now. This feel better?”
“Nghhh,” Eddie grunts, hoping it’s an acceptable response.
“I’m glad, I want you to feel good. I knew I wasn’t doing it right, first time around. You feel so loose now, I think I can try…” Eddie feels a bit of a stretch, realizes Steve has managed to wiggle another finger inside him. It feels good though, so fucking good, especially when all three fingers curl inside him and rub at his prostate. “Just like that, baby,” Steve keeps murmuring, using his free hand to brush through Eddie’s hair. “You’re doing so well, letting me in, letting me take care of you.”
Eddie’s brain is like cotton candy, slow to process the syrupy sweet words. He feels wetness against his own cheek and realizes, to his mild horror, that he’s been drooling right on Steve’s shoulder; not that Steve seems to mind, smiling softly at Eddie when he raises his eyes to his face.
“I wish I knew earlier that I can get you like this just by talking. It’s all I’m gonna do if you want, just talk to you and get you off with my fingers. We don’t have to do anything else.”
But Eddie wants something else. He wants Steve’s cock, hard and leaking against his stomach, inside him. Sure, it’s big, but no way is it going to hurt, right? Steve would never hurt him. Steve is gentle and warm and safe, and he’s making Eddie feel so fucking good, and Eddie wants him to feel the same way.
“No, come on, I want to,” Eddie manages to put the words together, reaching between their bodies to squeeze a moan out of Steve. He aims for a cocky grin, but probably misses by a mile. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.”
“Holy shit, okay, okay. Uh.” Steve chuckles nervously, withdrawing his fingers and patting the mattress around him. “Shit, where was that damn condom?”
Eddie giggles, watching with hooded eyes as Steve rips the packet open, then rolls the condom onto his gorgeous cock and lathers it with lube. The room spins a little as he’s being gently rolled onto his stomach, Steve draping himself over his back, pushing Eddie's hair away from his sweaty neck and kissing his skin. Eddie rests his cheek on his folded arms and closes his eyes, happily letting Steve manhandle him, spread his legs gently and then bend one leg at the knee, pushing it to the side.
“I’m gonna go slow, baby.” Steve’s voice rumbles in Eddie’s ear, making him shiver. “And be honest with me, okay Eds? If it hurts, if you’re uncomfortable, you need to tell me.”
“Mhm. Okay,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his hips, impatient and so fucking hard against the sheets he might just explode.
Steve’s initial push makes him let out an unexpected hiss. Oh yeah, oh fuck, that’s… a lot. It’s not quite pain, more like all the air just got knocked out of his lungs and he can’t quite inhale properly. Steve waits patiently though, pressing kisses to his shoulder and murmuring something Eddie can’t quite make out, but the tone is enough for Eddie’s lungs to function again.
“I’m good, I’m good, promise,” he says, and Steve slowly pushes in, another inch, and again, and again.
Eddie loses track of time, unsure if it’s been seconds or minutes until he feels Steve’s hips press flush against his ass, finally sinking into him completely; at some point, Steve’s hand wraps around his own and squeezes, and doesn’t let go again.
“F-Fuck,” Steve says like the word got punched right out of his gut, panting against the back of Eddie’s neck. Eddie can feel him tremble. “Eddie, baby, this is… holy shit, I’m not gonna last long.”
“Good, me neither.”
They both laugh; and then Eddie no longer feels like laughing, because Steve finally starts moving, tiny rolls of his hips dragging his cock against Eddie’s sensitive insides, all the while telling him how good he’s doing and how amazing he feels, and Eddie’s brain shuts down again. His own leaking cock gets rubbed between the sheets and his stomach with every slow push, and he almost wants Steve to go faster, harder, but he also doesn’t want this to end; and it’s going to, anyway, just as he thought, way too soon, he can’t even bring himself to fight it.
“Steve, Stevie, fuck,” he whimpers, no other way to describe the noise that escapes him as he feels the buildup reach its peak, the pleasure overwhelming. “Gonna come.”
He thinks Steve says something back to him, but he can no longer hear through the white noise in his ears. He groans so loud and long it makes his throat sore, clenches his fingers around Steve’s hand, and comes apart with the most intense orgasm he’s ever felt. It leaves him trembling, boneless, thoughtless, only vaguely aware that Steve spills inside him shortly after that. It’s like a really, really intense high, making him drift in and out of consciousness, his whole body pleasantly heavy while his mind feels light as a feather.
When Eddie blinks his eyes open, Steve’s already snuggled up against his side, with a blanket thrown over them both. Flushed bright pink all the way down to his hairy chest. A little sweaty, a lot blissful, beautiful as ever.
“You’re glowing,” Eddie blurts out the first thing on his mind, unable to hold back his sappy smile; Steve laughs happily, then raises a teasing eyebrow at him.
“You’re one to talk.”
“Ugh.” Eddie groans and burrows his face into the pillow. “Your fault. You and your giant cock.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Steve giggles, swatting at his shoulder lightly, then hugs him almost aggressively, his hand sliding under the blanket to squeeze Eddie’s ass. “You feel okay though?”
“Hmmmm”, Eddie hums with pure satisfaction. “Might be sore ‘morrow. But really, really good, Stevie.”
He might feel a little self-conscious about certain… discoveries he’s made about himself tonight, but he can’t bring himself to care too much. Steve obviously got off on this too. Guess what, Steve wants him, really wants him, enough to stick around for all his inexperience and insecurities.
Maybe miracles really do happen, a cosmic way of balancing everything Eddie’s been through this spring. Maybe he gets to have this, for longer than he ever expected.