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Steve doesn’t even know how it happens, he can’t remember making the conscious choice to lean in but one moment he’s watching Eddie laugh with warmth curling in his stomach, and the next, he has a hand curled around Eddie’s neck and his lips pressed against Eddie’s lingering smile.
Eddie freezes at the first touch of Steve’s lips, still as stone, and Steve feels his stomach drop. He should’ve asked, should’ve given any kind of warning even - fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Why does he never think things through before he acts? It doesn’t matter that he’s been thinking about kissing Eddie for weeks now if Eddie doesn’t actually want to kiss him back.
There’s an apology already on the tip of his tongue, though he isn’t sure how exactly he’s going to get out of this one with their friendship still intact. Oh god, what if Eddie doesn’t even like guys - what if Robin read him wrong? Steve clenches his free hand into a fist, mentally preparing himself for the rejection and the pain that’s gonna come with it, and he pulls back.
Steve doesn’t get far at all. Their lips are barely parted when Eddie’s hand fists in the front of Steve’s shirt and he finds himself being hauled forward. For a moment, a cold sort of panic takes hold of Steve’s heart - as much as he refuses to believe that Eddie would be the kind of guy to freak out over this, he doesn’t know - he couldn’t know, at least until now.
Steve isn’t being thrown around though, he’s being pulled closer - a fact that doesn’t fully register until Eddie whispers “Fucking hell, Harrington.” against his lips before Steve is the one being kissed this time. It's sweet and chaste for all of three seconds, until Steve shifts himself even closer and parts his lips and Eddie is all too ready to lick into his mouth.
As much as Steve has imagined this - and he has imagined it a lot over the last few weeks - none of his fantasies live up to the real thing. Eddie kisses unlike anyone Steve’s ever been with before and somehow, Steve doubts that only because all other people he’s kissed so far were girls. There’s an urgency that Steve doesn’t remember ever being there before, the kiss feels desperate and untethered from the start and it sets Steve alight from the inside out.
They’re so close that Steve feels the warmth radiating off Eddie through their layers of clothes. Eddie's teeth tug on his lower lip and one of Eddie's hands holds onto his hip so hard Steve thinks he might bruise from it. The thought sends an unexpected thrill down his spine - all of this, it's so much more than Steve would've ever dared asking for, and at the same time, it's exactly what he hadn't known he needed.
He’s halfway in Eddie’s lap as one kiss becomes three becomes five, and Steve forgets that he needs to breathe until his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen and force him to break away. Eddie chases after him and Steve can’t stop the small laugh that bubbles up in his chest - this is going to be the end of him, Steve doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt so wanted.
Steve’s still grinning as he presses their foreheads together, allowing himself a moment to catch his breath. Teeth graze his bottom lip, followed by the hot sweep of Eddie’s tongue. Steve shivers, leans back in and tangles his fingers at the back of Eddie’s neck into his hair instead. Steve doesn't intend to pull, but when Eddie scratches blunt nails over his skin through his shirt, Steve can't help his reaction. The moan that leaves Eddie in turn goes straight to Steve's dick and, fuck , he'd do just about anything to draw a sound like that out of Eddie again. He feels like an addict, with a burning, uncontrollable need for more.
Eddie needs barely more than a push to fall back on the sheets and god is Steve glad that they’d sat on the bed now - he doubts he could pull himself away from Eddie for long enough to move here from the couch.
“Hi.” Steve whispers, breathless. Eddie’s hair is splayed over the covers, eyes wild, cheeks red and lips shiny from kissing. With one hand still pressed flat against Eddie’s chest, Steve can feel Eddie’s heart hammering through the thin cotton of his shirt. He knows his own is racing to match.
“Hey.” Eddie whispers back, a grin slowly spreading on his face. Steve wants to kiss him so badly, his entire chest aches with it - they’ve barely done anything at all, but Eddie looks wrecked and Steve thrills at the thought that he is the cause of it as he dips back down to kiss Eddie again.
They end up pressed together from their knees to their chests, legs tangled and hands wandering and Steve couldn’t bring himself to pull away if he tried. He’s half hard from kissing alone and Steve doesn’t think anyone’s ever set him off like this - no one but Nancy, maybe, but god, Steve doesn’t want to think about her, not when Eddie’s under him, kissing him, holding Steve close.
This is so much more than Steve anticipated when he leaned in, and yet it feels like it’s not nearly enough. He needs… fuck, he needs to get his hands on Eddie’s skin, he needs more.
Eddie has found his way to Steve’s waist again, calloused fingers tracing over the exposed sliver of skin above Steve’s jeans, the cool metal of his rings making Steve shiver with every touch. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, and Steve could swear Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing to him. It sets something alight in Steve and before he can think better of it, he leans back to pull his shirt over his head, winking at Eddie below him.
Clearly, Eddie hadn’t anticipated that turn of events. He’s looking up at Steve with something akin to disbelief, or maybe wonder - lips parted and pupils blown, flush high on his cheeks. Steve may have survived monsters and Russains and several trips to an alternate, evil hell dimension but Eddie Munson might yet be the death of him.
“Cat got your tongue, Munson?” Steve teases, as if he isn’t the one sitting half-hard and out of breath in Eddie’s lap.
“You’re unreal.” Eddie replies, but he doesn’t elaborate, and before Steve can ask, Eddie’s sitting up and running both his palms over Steve’s newly exposed chest.
The way Eddie is looking at him, it’s almost reverent, like he’s just as gone for Steve as Steve is for him at this moment. There’s a blush spreading from Steve’s hairline all the way down to his chest; Steve feels it hot under his skin. He holds Eddie’s attention fully and undivided, as if there’s nothing else that matters in the world but the two of them right here, right now, on Eddie’s bed. Steve finds himself agreeing silently as he cups Eddie’s face and tilts Eddie’s face up for another kiss.
Steve thinks distantly that he could lose himself in this. Eddie’s hands on his sides, on his ribs, his back, Eddie’s mouth against his, the languid back-and-forth of their bodies rocking together. Eddie’s shirt follows Steve’s onto the floor before long and goosebumps raise all over Steve’s skin at the feeling of Eddie’s pressed close against his.
“Jesus fuck , Eddie…” Steve whispers, having lost all eloquence by this point. All that’s left in his mind is Eddie, and the need to be as close as Eddie’ll let him.
Steve feels intoxicated, despite the fact that he’s stone cold sober. He runs his hands over Eddie’s shoulders, broad and strong, traces the tattoo on Eddie’s chest, revels in the way it makes Eddie shiver. Pushing Eddie's hair aside, Steve leans lower, trailing lips along the shell of Eddie's ear and letting his teeth graze the lobe. He kisses a line along Eddie's jaw, nips at his neck and lets himself be tempted to suck a mark right into the junction of Eddie's shoulder. Eddie's head tips back with a quiet whine and Eddie’s grip goes tight on Steve’s hips for a moment. Steve can't help himself, he bites at the bruise he's just sucked into Eddie's skin.
It draws a broken curse from Eddie’s lips and when Steve does it again, harder this time, Eddie grabs his hips and grinds them together roughly. Steve gasps, forehead dropping to Eddie’s shoulder. The friction is barely there but it’s enough to send sparks down Steve’s spine and on the next thrust, Steve moves in tandem with Eddie.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time, but Steve is so riled up at this point, he might just cream his pants like a teenager if they keep this up - and that’s not the kind of precedent he plans on setting the first time in Eddie’s bed.
“This… just… off.” Steve says, words muffled into Eddie’s neck as he tugs on Eddie’s belt. It’s not his most charming display, not by a long shot, but Steve needs so much more than this and it’s driving him mad.
Eddie laughs and strokes his thumbs over Steve’s hip bones.
“You’re gonna have to get off of me for that, sweetheart.” Eddie whispers and presses a kiss between Steve’s collarbones, then another a little higher. He seems to be as reluctant to let Steve go as Steve is to get off him. Steve is still reeling from the pet name, his insides both hot and cold at the same time.
Goddamn, he’s such a goner for Eddie it's not even funny.
“I haven’t done this before.” Steve murmurs, because it has to be said, doesn’t it?
Steve’s carding fingers through Eddie's hair while the other continues his path of languid kisses along Steve's throat, apparently entirely unbothered by Steve’s confession.
Sure, Steve isn't a virgin by a long shot, but this, another guy, that's new. He doesn’t feel nervous, surprisingly, but maybe Steve has simply spent enough time freaking out about liking guys in the first place that now that he's actually going to do something about his feelings, there are no worries left. Or maybe, and if Steve is honest with himself - more likely, it's just that this is Eddie, and Steve… Steve feels safe when he's with Eddie. He feels wanted in Eddie's lap, secure. There is no apprehension, the only things thrumming under his skin are desire and anticipation.
Eddie halts his trail of kisses, pulling away just enough that he can look up and meet Steve's gaze, searching, watching him with an expression that Steve can’t quite read. Eddie's eyes are intense and his tongue is just barely poking out between his lips - he's thinking, considering and Steve just barely manages to hold himself back from kissing Eddie again.
“I have...” Eddie says, after a moment passes. Steve had figured as much - or Robin had and Steve generally trusted her judgement with these kinds of things.
Eddie pauses, eyes roaming over Steve for a moment while he seems to make up his mind. His thumbs trace circles over Steve's hip bones, and when Eddie looks back up, his smile is soft.
“We don’t have to -...I mean, Jesus, don't get me wrong, I want just about everything you could give me." Eddie says it with a laugh and a shake of his head, as if he either can't believe that it's the truth or that he's admitting to it. "Just… there’s no rush, okay?”
Steve swears his insides erupt with butterflies. If anything, this only serves to make him want Eddie more . Steve nods slowly, licks his lips, considers; then catches Eddie’s eyes flitting down to follow the movement. It sends a prickle of heat down Steve's spine - if his mind hadn't been made up already, this would be the nail in the coffin.
Steve doesn't answer, just steals a kiss that's practically chaste in comparison to the ones that came before, then backs off Eddie’s lap, hands already on his belt. There's something about the way Eddie looks at him with undivided focus that makes Steve feel like he's burning up from the inside, that makes him confident despite being out of his depth.
Eddie watches while Steve kneels on the covers, ever so slowly undoing his belt and sliding it out of its loops. Steve knows he's being a tease, but it's oh so worth it if it makes Eddie track his every movement with dark pupils and parted, pink kissed lips.
"What are you waiting for, sweetheart?" Steve says, voice dropped down to a purr, throwing Eddie’s pet name right back at him.
He pops the button of his jeans, eases the zipper down and hooks his thumbs into the hem. Only when he stills there does Eddie finally kick into gear as well, flush spreading as he curses and finally moves to get his own jeans off as well.
"Gonna be the fucking death of me." Eddie mumbles, kicking his own jeans off the bed and barely waiting for Steve to do the same before he hauls him close again. It makes Steve laugh against Eddie’s lips when they meet again, but the sound is swallowed by Eddie’s tongue finding its way into Steve’s mouth again.
Being this close, their legs entangled and Eddie stretched out on the bed beneath him, it’s better than Steve would have even dared to imagine. Eddie’s skin is warm and soft beneath Steve’s palms, despite all the scars, and Steve never wants to stop running his hands over every sliver of it that he can reach. Eddie’s hands are low on his hips now, pulling Steve ever closer until they’re flush together - the feel of Eddie against him, pressing hard against Steve’s hip - it almost drives Steve out of his mind. Knowing he’s the reason for it, knowing that Eddie is just as into this as Steve, it feels like someone’s lit a fire in the pit of his stomach and Eddie’s fanning the flames with his every move. Steve wants this so much, wants Eddie so much, that it’s becoming hard to even think straight. Steve feels unbalanced, unrestrained, like Eddie might make him fall apart with hands and kisses alone.
Their kiss borders on filthy and Steve loves it - it’s entirely too much teeth and tongue but it’s perfect this way and Eddie’s making all kinds of little sounds that go straight to Steve’s dick. Steve tangles a hand in Eddie’s hair again, intends to give it a soft pull - just enough that Eddie will tilt his head for him and Steve can move his lips along Eddie’s jaw again. What happens instead is that Eddie bites at Steve’s lip just on the edge of painful and Steve pulls hard enough to make Eddie curse below his breath.
There’s an apology already on the tip of Steve’s tongue - until he sees the flush high on Eddie’s cheek and meets Eddie’s eyes that appear all pupil now. Slowly, Steve grins.
“You like that?” He whispers, and Eddie’s cheeks turn even redder. He doesn’t need to admit it, the reaction is all the confirmation Steve needs.
Steve tightens his hold, not quite pulling, but certainly not far from it, and presses a sloppy kiss right at the edge of Eddie’s jaw. Another follows slightly lower, then a graze of his teeth over Eddie’s neck. The anticipation seems to do it for Eddie, who tips his head further back, allowing Steve as much room as he could possibly want. Steve grins, strews a few featherlight kisses further along Eddie’s neck before resting his lips right above the juncture where Eddie’s neck meets his shoulder. The mark he left there earlier is still slightly red, and god, Steve hopes it’ll bruise by morning.
Eddie makes a small sound of protest at Steve’s stillness and, when that doesn’t work, rocks his hips against Steve. It does the trick, Steve is so painfully hard, even the smallest amount of friction makes him shiver all over. When Eddie does it again, Steve meets his thrust and closes his teeth over the mark on Eddie’s shoulder. The moan it draws out of Eddie is practically obscene, his grip goes tight on Steve’s waist and god - Steve is willing to do just about anything if it’ll make Eddie moan like this for him again.
Steve soothes the bruise with a kiss, leaves another, lower, right above Eddie’s collarbone, then reluctantly pulls himself away. The flush from Eddie’s cheeks is starting to make its way down Eddie’s neck and is already rising splotchy all over Eddie’s chest. Steve wants to follow the colour with his tongue, but for now, he settles tracing it with his eyes instead.
There’s something else, something more Steve’s been thinking about. He hesitates for a second, bites his tongue and looks at Eddie. Steve doesn’t need to rush, he knows this, but - god, he wouldn’t think this was rushing it with any of the girls he’s tried to date in the last year or so, and unlike some of them, Steve actually, really wants Eddie. He wants him so much that he’s starting to feel dizzy from it, like he’s floating without a lifeline too high above the ground.
“Fuck, Eddie, I want you .” Steve murmurs, licks his lips. He can do this - you can’t get what you want if you don’t ask for it, after all. “I… I want you to fuck me.”
Steve flushes as soon as the words are out and, well, that’s just stupid, isn’t it? He’s thought about this far more times than he's willing to admit, and most of those times alone in his bed with only thoughts of Eddie for company. He’s even…tried a few things, though he’s not sure they'd compare to the real thing. Maybe Steve's biting off more than he can chew, especially given this is a first for him - but his mind is made up.
Eddie is staring and Steve is starting to think that, maybe, he should’ve just settled for coming in his pants like a horny teen after all. It's only a few seconds, but Steve still starts to feel self-conscious under Eddie's gaze. He's laid bare, by his own words and Eddie's apparent ability to see right through them and there's no hiding or taking it back now that it's out, either.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Harrington.” Eddie finally groans, resting his forehead against Steve’s chest as if he’s trying to hide there. Steve isn't sure if that's a good or a bad reaction… and at this point, he's a little afraid to ask.
“I mean, it’s still just…sex, right?” Steve tries, cheeks burning now. He's spitballing, which never ends well, but he can't stop himself from trying to downplay what he's just asked Eddie to do to him. It doesn't feel like it's working, it feels like digging his hole even deeper.
“People wouldn’t do it if it didn’t feel good.” Steve goes on, then bites his tongue,because really? That’s what he’s going for?
Steve hesitates another second. The… the mechanics might be different but Steve has always enjoyed sex, and he's so ridiculously attracted to Eddie that he can't imagine this going actually wrong - lack of experience on his end or not. Steve knows he wants Eddie, and he knows he wants this, too. It's not curiosity or acting on impulse…
"Besides…" Steve adds after a moment, quieter. “I trust you.”
Eddie pulls back and looks at him strangely, like he’s even less sure about this now than before Steve started running his mouth. Goddammit, why can't he ever shut up?
Eddie seems to catch himself after a second, shakes his head, and the usual teasing grin returns before Steve can begin to ask what’s wrong.
“Just sex, sure.” Eddie mumbles, but his tone is off. This time, Steve doesn’t let it slide. He stops Eddie with a hand on his cheek, holding on until finally, Eddie looks at him. Steve searches his face, but Eddie keeps his expression carefully neutral. On Eddie, with his usually so expressive face, it looks entirely wrong.
“What’s going on?” Steve asks, softly. He feels like he’s missing something fundamental, but Eddie just shakes his head, smiles and turns to press a kiss to Steve’s palm. The gesture makes his stomach flutter, but it doesn’t ease the uncertainty. "Just tell me no.. If you don't.. If this…"
“That's not it, Steve-O” Eddie promises and mirrors Steve's position, cupping a hand around Steve's cheek. "It's nothing you need to worry your pretty head over, promise."
For a moment, Steve considers pressing the matter, but Eddie is leaning up and pulling Steve down for a kiss and Steve is so, so weak for this man that he goes without complaint. Eddie kisses him once, twice then shifts his thighs around Steve. It brings them even closer together but before Steve can even appreciate all the new points of contact, Eddie flips them over until he's the one straddling Steve instead.
Steve's eyes go wide with surprise, but Eddie's just looking down at him, an eyebrow raised as if he's expecting Steve to challenge him on this. When Steve does nothing of the sort, Eddie starts to grin, wide and far more genuine than before, and ducks down to kiss Steve again. It's nothing more than a fleeting press of lips, like Eddie can't help himself any more than Steve could earlier. The next kiss hits the corner of Steve's mouth, then his cheek, his temple, before Eddie moves lower, kissing along Steve's jaw with surprising tenderness. It makes Steve's heart swell to the point that he's actually a little afraid it might burst out of his chest.
Steve’s not used to surrendering control. Almost every girl he's ever been with was expecting him to take the lead, and those that didn’t certainly weren’t any moves like this. What gets to Steve much more though is the gentleness of it all. It's bittersweet, because Steve isn't at all used to being treated like this, like he is something to be cared for, to be treasured.
"You're so freaking gorgeous, it's ridiculous." Eddie whispers, right before he kisses Steve's neck, his shoulder, the dip of his collarbone. "Driving me nuts."
Steve blinks up at the ceiling. If he looks at Eddie now, if he sees any of the fondness in Eddie's voice on his face, too, Steve might start tearing up and he does not want to leave that kind of impression the first time they're together. He tangles his fingers in Eddie's hair as the other man moves lower, not pulling, just holding on before he starts to shake apart under Eddie's attention.
"So pretty, sweetheart." Eddie mumbles into Steve's chest, kissing a path lower, flicking his tongue over one of Steve's nipples. He shivers, lips pressed tight together to stop the whimper rising in his throat. Eddie's going to kill him, Steve will pass away right here on Eddie's sheets with Eddie's lips on his skin and it’s going to be a great way to go.
Eddie's teeth graze over the skin of Steve's ribs, followed by his tongue, and when Eddie stops there to suck a bruise into Steve's skin, Steve can't stop the moan from escaping him this time. He feels Eddie's grin, then feels his teeth as Eddie nips playfully at the still tender skin and Steve shivers all over again.
When Eddie reaches his stomach, fingertips then lips tracing over Steve’s scars, Steve finds himself going tense. Even in the months that have passed since Vecna, Steve hasn’t let anyone see this part of his body, let alone from this up close. Hiding in the dark or behind shirts is easy and Steve almost wants to pull Eddie away from there - he knows they’re not a good sight, it’s bad enough that he has to see them himself in the mirror everyday…
But Steve doesn’t find the courage to pull Eddie away, to bring more attention to this insecurity before diverting it and Eddie… Eddie isn’t deterred for even a second. He presses his lips to each scar in turn, gentle and lingering, runs his fingers over them and then does it again. “So damn beautiful. Jesus, Steve…”
Steve takes a shaky breath, untangles one hand from Eddie’s hair to grasp at his arm instead, squeezing hard. He doesn’t trust his voice with words right now, but Eddie seems to get the message even without them, squeezing Steve’s hips in return. Steve’s heart damn near breaks from the affection swelling up in him.
Steve can feel Eddie’s eyes on him as the next kiss is pressed into his skin, right above Steve’s hip bone this time and Steve finally gives in, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at Eddie. It earns him a slow, teasing grin and a wink that instantly brings colour to his cheeks. Steve can do nothing but watch as Eddie dips his head and licks a stripe along Steve's happy trail right to his bellybutton.
When Steve shudders, Eddie hums, pleased, and places an open mouthed kiss on Steve's abdomen right above the waistband of Steve's briefs.
"Can I take this off?" Eddie whispers, hooking a finger into the waistband and letting it snap back against Steve's skin with a grin. Christ, Steve really is in bed with the devil, isn't he?
"Yours too." Steve says with a nod to Eddie's lower half. He's not sure he can handle being the only one laid bare right now.
Eddie chuckles and kisses Steve's abdomen again before he leans back. Steve doesn't even pretend not to stare, at Eddie's pale, lean chest and soft stomach, at his strong arms and thighs, at the clear bulge in Eddie's black boxers. Steve doesn't even notice that he's licking his lips as he lets his eyes travel, until he's looking back up at Eddie's face and finds him smirking.
"Like what you see?" Eddie teases and Steve huffs a laugh. He wouldn't be here if he didn't like what was on display before him, would he?
"Stop being a tease, Munson." He says instead, and before he can psych himself out he shifts backward on the bed and gives himself enough room to pull his own briefs down his legs without further fanfare. Two can play a game, and if Eddie's wide eyed expression is anything to go by, Steve just won this round.
Eddie's boxers join Steve's on the floor, thrown haphazardly as Eddie seems unable to take his eyes off Steve for even a second. His gaze is intense, pupils so blown that Steve can barely make out the brown of Eddie’s irises in the low light - he's looking at Steve like he wants to swallow him whole and Steve can do nothing but stare back and resist the twitch of his fingers to reach out and touch.
"Fuck, I… - you…" Eddie starts, but doesn't finish. Steve can't help feeling a little smug seeing Eddie, usually unable to shut up, at a loss for words. All thoughts of a quip go flying out of Steve's head though when Eddie leans forward and runs both palms up Steve's thighs, spreading his legs apart to make room for himself in the process. "I really wanna blow you."
Eddie presses a kiss to the inside of Steve's knee, then one higher up his thigh, before biting playfully at the sensitive skin. He lingers there, looking up at Steve, waiting. It takes Steve an embarrassingly long moment to realise; Eddie's waiting for permission.
"Yes, fucking hell, Eddie, please." Steve says, stumbling over his words in the rush to get them out.
His eagerness brings a grin back to Eddie's face, then Eddie's lips are back higher on Steve’s inner thigh. It's nothing but a press of lips first, then a graze of teeth, before Eddie's mouth closes over the same spot before he sucks yet another bruise into Steve's skin. Steve falls back onto the sheets with a shaky moan, his dick giving a hopeful twitch where it lies hard and leaking against his stomach. Eddie hums and runs a thumb over the mark, clearly pleased with himself. Steve is tempted to tell him off for teasing again, but then Eddie shifts and the next kiss is open-mouthed and wet at the base of Steve's cock.
"God, Eddie, …" Steve groans and throws an arm over his face. At this rate, he's not sure he'll live long enough to repeat this experience - and god, he wants to.
Eddie doesn't leave him waiting this time. He licks a stripe from base to tip, then drags his lips around the head of Steve's dick. Fingers curl around the base, giving a lazy stroke, and Steve's own fingers fist into the sheets by his side. Eddie's mouth is all wet heat as he sinks down on Steve's cock, tongue dragging flat against the underside, curling on Eddie's way back up to the tip. Steve moans, broken and needy and not even trying to hold back now.
After that, Eddie sets an almost lazy rhythm, bopping his head torturously slow, kissing and liking and sucking at the head before taking Steve so deep it's a wonder he doesn't choke. All Steve can do is try not to buck his hips, bite his arm and tug at the sheets and take what Eddie is giving him.
When Eddie hollows his cheeks on the next turn, Steve loses it a little, snapping his hips forward and chasing the feeling before he gets a grip on himself. Eddie doesn't even falter. He doesn't try to hold Steve down by the hips, or ease back. Instead, he moans, low and needy and Steve feels the sound strike him at his very core. He lifts his hand from the sheets, tangles his fingers in Eddie's hair instead, and when that gets him another groan, he pulls lightly at the strands. Eddie's hand on his hip goes tight, and then Eddie's taking him even deeper, swallowing around Steve like he intends to force himself all the way down.
"Jesus, fuck." Steve whispers, absolutely breathless. He's so riled up, so close already, and Eddie seems to just be getting started. "Hold on, fucking hell Eddie, 'm not gonna last."
Eddie hums, bopping his head a few more times even slower than before he pulls off and good god , Steve is gonna lose his mind. He bites his lip, hard, trying to regain some semblance of control before he dares looking down at Eddie. Eddie's lips are red and slick, cheeks pink and eyes dark. He looks wrecked and Steve didn't even get to do anything to him yet.
"You're…" Steve starts and trails off. Beautiful, amazing, all I want for the rest of my freaking life. "So fucking hot, Jesus Christ."
Steve wants to wince at his own word choice, but Eddie grins, undisturbed.
"Yeah?" He asks, Steve nods.
"Driving me absolutely crazy."
Eddie ducks his head, hides his face with a kiss pressed to Steve's hip. It's almost bashful, like he isn't used to being on the other side of these kinds of compliments even though he’s all too happy doling them out. Steve runs his fingers through Eddie's hair, pushing it back enough that he can gauge Eddie's reaction at his next words, whispered into the quiet between them.
"Will you fuck me, Eddie?"
If possible, Eddie's eyes darken even further. He lifts his head off Steve's hip, lets his eyes follow the curve of Steve's body like he's trying to find his composure somewhere in the expanse of skin before him. Eventually, Eddie’s gaze settles on Steve's face, searching. Steve's not sure what Eddie's looking for in his expression, but he prays to god Eddie's gonna find it.
"Fuck, can't fucking resist you, baby." Eddie groans, runs fingers from Steve's hip to his stomach. "I - yes, fuck, of course.Turn over for me?"
Heat pools in Steve's stomach at the pet name, and he pulls back his legs to do as he is told and settle on his stomach instead. Eddie curses quietly under his breath, and Steve feels the warmth of Eddie's palms on his back, running from his shoulders to the swell of his ass before Eddie leans over him toward the bedside table. He hears the clink of Eddie’s rings being set down on the wood, then Eddie presses a kiss to Steve's shoulder blade as he retrieves what he's looking for, settling a tube of lube and a condom by Steve's side.
"You're unreal." Eddie murmurs, pressing kisses all along Steve's spine before hiking up one of Steve's legs to find space for himself between Steve’s thighs. Steve's cock drags against the sheets, and he just barely resists the urge to roll his hips and chase the friction. Instead, he folds his arms under his head, rests his cheek against his forearm so he can steal a glance at Eddie behind him.
"Relax, Stevie." Eddie practically purrs, then winks at Steve as he uncaps the lube. Steve feels himself flush again. "I'm gonna take good care of you."
"I know." Steve whispers, fully serious. He trusts Eddie completely, even with something as intimate as this.
The words seem to take Eddie aback though, who stills above Steve, staring wide-eyed until he shakes himself out of it. His grin is a little shaky now, but his touch is ever so gentle as he brings the first slicked finger to Steve's rim.
"Jesus, you should see yourself." Eddie whispers, easing a single digit into Steve barely beyond the first knuckle. Steve shivers, tries to relax - the feeling isn't entirely foreign to him, but it's so different when it's someone else's fingers, Eddie's fingers, than it was on his own clumsy attempts. "So fucking beautiful, baby."
Steve moans quietly, shifts his hips back and Eddie reads him like a book - giving him more before he even has to ask for it. Eddie is slow and gentle, giving Steve far more time than he really needs, kissing the dips of Steve's spine as he slowly thrusts first one, then two fingers inside him. Steve hides his face against the crook of his arm, barely muffling all the little whines and moans Eddie draws out of him with every twist of his fingers.
"Eddie, please." Steve whines when Eddie finds a particularly sensitive spot inside him. This slow pace is going to drive him up the wall, but even with Steve's pleading, Eddie doesn't seem inclined to hurry things along.
A third finger is being pushed into him, the added lube is cold against the slight burn of his muscles adjusting to the stretch. Steve bites at his lip, breathes heavily, and as soon as Eddie's fingers take up their movement again he rocks back against them, chasing the feeling. He needs so much more than this slow pace, so much more than Eddie's fingers and their gentle rhythm.
"C'mon." Steve twists his neck to look back at Eddie, but the angle is awkward and he can barely make out Eddie's face behind the curtain of his hair. "You're slowly killing me here." Steve whines and rocks his hips back again.
"You're one to talk." Eddie replies, twists his fingers over that sensitive spot again, making sparks dance up Steve's spine. "Driving me absolutely insane, having you in my bed like this. Moaning, begging."
Steve bites his tongue. If that's what does it for Eddie…well, Steve definitely isn't above begging a little more.
"Please, Eddie." Steve whines, then bites off a moan at the next thrust of Eddie's fingers. "I need… Fuck , I need you."
Eddie curses again, then slowly withdraws his fingers like he's set on actually making Steve lose it.
"Get on your knees for me, sweetheart." Eddie whispers, running palms and slightly sticky fingers along Steve's sides. "It'll be easier on you like that."
Steve shivers under Eddie's touch and props himself up, slowly and maybe a little shaky with how pent up this has left him already. Steve would prefer being able to see Eddie, to be close enough to kiss, but he trusts Eddie’s judgement on this more than his own, fueled by desire to be wrapped up fully in the other man.
"Still sure about this?" Eddie asks quietly and runs his hand over Steve's side again, then down his spine.
"So, so sure." Steve replies breathlessly and shifts to brace himself on the sheets. He's not gonna lie and pretend that he isn't a little apprehensive about the real thing - fingers are one thing, but Eddie's cock didn't look small exactly and as much as Steve wants and needs… he's still starting to psych himself out a little.
The condom wrapper tears with a crinkle and Steve breathes deeply, doing his best to relax. Eddie is against his back, kisses between Steve's shoulders, a warm and solid presence behind him.
"I've got you, sweetheart." Eddie whispers as he presses a few more kisses down Steve's spine. He rubs Steve's back, over his hips, his cheeks - and with every touch, Steve's tension bleeds out of him a little more.
"Please, Eddie." He whispers again for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
"I've got you." Eddie repeats in turn.
Eddie shifts, hands on Steve’s hips now and then there's a blunt pressure against Steve’s rim. Eddie pushes forward, and Steve feels all his breath leave him at once. Eddie's moving so slowly and for once, Steve is grateful for it; despite all of Eddie's prep, it still burns a little.
Steve fists both hands into the sheets, breathes through it, closes his eyes and lets himself just feel. The stretch, the burn, the heat of Eddie’s skin and Eddie's hands rubbing soothing circles where they rest on Steve's hips.
"Jesus H. Christ." Eddie moans when he bottoms out, pelvis flush against Steve's ass.
Steve takes a shaky breath, head hanging between his shoulders, eyes closed tightly and lips parted. The burn doesn't fade all the way, but it's mostly pressure now and Steve feels so full. Slowly, he unfurls his fingers where they're clenched in the sheets, pressing flat palms to the bed instead.
"You're doing so good, so good for me, Stevie." Eddie whispers, one arm coming to wrap around Steve's middle as he curls over Steve, his other hand coming to rest right next to Steve's on the sheets.
"Move." Steve pleads quietly. The stillness is for his own good, he knows, but he can't take it for a moment longer.
Eddie kisses his spine, right between his shoulders, makes Steve hold on for a moment longer before he rolls his hips. It's barely a movement at all, but it buries Eddie even deeper inside him, and when Eddie does it again, it makes something spark deep inside Steve's gut.
"Good?" Eddie asks quietly, forehead resting against Steve's shoulder, hair tickling Steve's back. They are so close like this, Steve feels nothing except for Eddie.
Steve moans quietly but he doesn't manage a reply. Instead, he rocks backwards with the next roll of Eddie's hips and that's it, arousal sparks inside him all over again. Steve is so keyed up, every drag of Eddie's cock inside him sends new bolts of pleasure racing through his veins.
Eddie pulls back, just enough to actually thrust inside Steve this time and it's still slow but just on the right side of forceful and Steve hadn't thought it'd feel this good, this intimate. Eddie shifts so his hand covers Steve's on the sheets, and that too sends Steve's head spinning.
Eddie finds a rhythm and Steve can't do much more than rock with him, than let Eddie take the lead, let himself be taken and taken care of. He knows he's whining and moaning, wanton and needy, but he doesn't care - Eddie deserves to hear exactly what he's doing to Steve.
Time is lost on Steve. They could've been here for minutes or hours, and it wouldn't matter either way. Pleasure is building like a knot drawing ever tighter in his gut, his cock hangs heavy and leaking and his skin feels like it's on fire wherever Eddie is touching him. Eddie's murmuring, praise and compliments, and Steve only catches every other word where they are pressed between kisses into the skin of his back.
Steve knows he won't last, even less so when Eddie starts thrusting a little faster, a little deeper, when Eddie's words get broken up by groans and grunts more often than not. The arm around Steve's middle travels lower, fingertips scratching over his stomach, and Steve all but shouts when Eddie's fingers wrap around his cock.
"So close, sweetheart, fuck. You're too much, too perfect for me." Eddie whispers and Steve feels like he might explode.
Eddie's stroking him out of synch with his thrusts, but his grip is perfectly tight and his calloused thumb sweeps over the head of Steve's cock on every turn.
Steve’s whole body feels warm, he knows there's sweat running along his spine, his thighs. His hair is sticking to his forehead, his skin is on fire and the knot in his gut is drawing ever tighter, Steve feels like he might snap any second.
"I want you to come for me, baby." Eddie whispers, and his teeth graze Steve's shoulder.
Steve's not sure what does it, the pet name, the bite, Eddie's insistent fingers - but it doesn't matter. Steve gasps and feels his insides draw tight and with the next thrust, he's coming so hard that it wrecks through his entire body, leaving his head swimming and his limbs tingling.
Eddie's cursing, stroking him through it, pressed against Steve's back with his forehead back on Steve's shoulder. A few harsher thrusts and Eddie's there too, stilling inside Steve with a noise falling from his lips that's going to haunt Steve for eternity.
Steve feels like his legs might give out under him, his muscles shaking even though they barely went through any effort, but Eddie's holding him so tightly against his chest that Steve couldn't fall if he tried.
They stay like this for a long moment, Eddie breathing hard against Steve's back and Steve basking in the closeness as he struggles coming down from his high. When Eddie pulls back, albeit with clear reluctance, and pulls out of him, Steve winces quietly. He just knows he's going to feel this in the morning, but part of him relishes the thought. Steve lets himself collapse on the bed, boneless on his side as soon as Eddie's hands leave him, and watches dimly as Eddie ties off and throws away the condom.
He doesn't even have to reach out for Eddie to come back to him, for Eddie to wrap himself around Steve's back, for him to pull Steve close to his chest. Neither of them says a word, but the silence is comforting and Steve closes his eyes for just a moment as he slowly comes back to himself.
This is not how he envisioned tonight going, but Steve certainly isn't complaining.
"Who'd have thought, Steve Harrington is a cuddler." Eddie whispers into the quiet, then presses a small, close mouthed kiss to Steve's shoulder.
Steve can't help it, he laughs.
"Shut up." Steve says, gives Eddie a little push, but makes no move to bring any distance between them.
"Not complaining." Eddie adds and Steve smiles. This is so, so much better than any of the meaningless hookups of the last few months, of the last year even.
He lets himself bask in the closeness for a few long moments, but Steve knows he can't stay lying there forever. It's not that he thinks Eddie wouldn't let him, or that Steve wouldn't be content falling asleep right here. It's that he feels his skin sticky with sweat and lube, that he can feel cum drying on his skin, that there's a wet spot where he's lying on the sheets and Steve does not love the idea of cuddling on cum stained sheets.
"Get off me." Steve mumbles and playfully swats at Eddie's arm curled around him. They can go back to this in a moment, but Steve is starting to feel a little icky and that's not how he wants to spend the night with Eddie. " Someone made me sticky all over."
Eddie tenses for a moment, but he removes his arm, letting Steve roll away and off the bed. Steve can feel Eddie's eyes on him, but he doesn't question it and he snatches his underwear off the floor and slips out the room toward the bathroom. They're alone in the trailer, thank god, because Steve isn't sure what he'd do if Wayne Munson caught him leaving his nephew's room in this state.
The light flickers on in the bathroom and Steve thinks he should've just dragged Eddie into the shower with him. It would be a tight fit, but Steve grins at the idea of being pressed close under the hot spray of water. Maybe in the morning… something tells him he wouldn't have a hard time convincing Eddie of that idea.
Steve washes off at the sink, looks at himself in the mirror, marvels at the marks Eddie's left on his skin. He slips his boxers on, turns off the lights, walks on light feet back through the dark trailer.
When he opens the door, Eddie doesn't look up at him. The dirtied sheet is stripped off and thrown to the floor, and Eddie is lying in the middle of the bed in nothing but sweatpants, a cigarette in his fingers that burns down unsmoked. Eddie's expression is unreadable and Steve gets the distinct feeling something is wrong.
He hesitates by the door and Eddie is still not looking at him, stubbornly staring at the ceiling instead. Steve feels cold, unwelcome and he doesn't understand how the mood shifted this quickly. What the hell did he do?
Steve struggles for something, anything, to say and settles on the first thing that comes to mind.
"I'm gonna have to be up early tomorrow." He says, unsure, and takes a step towards the bed. What Steve means is ‘let’s get back to bed and cuddle before I have to wake you at the ass crack of dawn’. "I'm on the opening shift."
Eddie nods, slowly, then finally turns his face toward Steve. His expression is entirely blank and Steve's stomach drops.
"You mind walking yourself to the door? Not sure I wanna get up yet." Eddie says and he sounds bored and Steve feels his heart shatter.
For a moment, Steve just stands there, staring and at a loss. It's such a clear dismissal, but Steve doesn't understand. Five minutes ago he'd been sure Eddie would have been content to let Steve fall asleep in his arms and now… now this? Was Eddie just waiting for an excuse to get Steve out of his bed?
"I…yeah. Sure." Steve says and he sounds so small. He feels it too.
Steve feels so, so stupid. He should have known this wasn't for Eddie what it was for him, or he should've just stopped and asked at least, ideally before giving himself over wholly and completely, only to not even be shown to the door after Eddie was through with him.
Something flickers over Eddie's face but Steve can't even look at him right now, his chest feels torn open and he's sure that all the hurt he's feeling is plain on his own face. The last thing he needs now is pity. Steve thinks that might actually break him.
He pulls his jeans on in a hurry, doesn't bother with the shirt and he grabs the rest of his stuff from the room. Eddie is sitting up now, but before he can say something, Steve turns away from him, laughs humourless and bitter. What was he thinking…
"I'll see you around, man." Steve forces out, keeping himself carefully void of emotion in a mirror to Eddie’s dismissal. Steve can feel tears prick at his eyes and that's just stupid isn't it, crying over someone because you couldn't be bothered to ask them what they wanted from this before you jumped their bones.
Steve all but flees the trailer, throws his shirt and shoes on the passenger seat of his car and tears out of the trailer park. He doesn't even last until the main street before there’s big, ugly tears streaming down his face.