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“So how do you know about this place Robin?” Steve questions the girl beside him.
”Because I’ve been there before with one of my friends from out of state.”
”And you’re sure it’s not weird that me, the ladies man of Hawkins, will be going to a gay bar?” He gives with an eyebrow scrunch.
”Think of it as you being my bodyguard and designated driver.”
”Fine, whatever, but I will not be dancing.”
”Why not! I’m sure they would love to see your moves.” Robin teases, nudging him in the shoulder.
”Very funny, Robin.”
They pull up into the parking lot of the large brick building. Robin leaps out of the car and waves to Steve to follow her. They make their way around to the back of the building and see a small staircase leading down to the basement opening.
“And you’re sure we’re not gonna get like, kidnapped in there Rob? Looks kind of sketchy to me.”
”Yes I’m sure dingus, it’s gotta be discreet. You know how it is. Now there’s an entrance signal so let me lead.”
They descended down the small flight of stairs and Robin gives a knock on the door.
It opens slightly, giving the two a view of a man dressed in all black who Steve supposes must be a bouncer of some sort. He is silent, waiting for either of them to do something.
Robin simply makes a peace sign with her hand at the man. He opens the door fully and lets the two inside. Steve is still shocked on how Robin even knows about this place, it’s not like they’re advertising it in the newspaper.
They walk down the dark hall as they approach a doorway with a purple hue and some music Steve has never heard before them. As they get closer he can see more and more people in the room ahead.
Steve just takes in everything as he looks around the large club. There’s colored lights coming in from every direction, most of them filtering right onto Steve’s face all at once. There’s blaring music that is almost too loud to discern any lyrics, and there’s a mass of bodies dancing.
He and Robin go to sit at the bar. He is unsure of what to do here, it’s not really his usual environment. Yes, he partied a lot in high school, but not so much in the last year or so.
“We’ll just have two beers.” Robin says to the bartender.
Steve swings back around in his barstool to look at Robin.
“Everything you though it would be Steve?” Robin questions, gesturing to the environment around her.
”Actually it’s not what I was expecting at all. It’s bigger, and louder.” He says in an almost yell, furrowing his brows.
”The gays like to party hard, what can I say.”
”I guess so, what are your plans for tonight?”
“I’m not sure yet, I’m thinking about getting a few drinks and finding a pretty girl to dance with.”
“Sounds like fun. But what am I gonna do while you’re out having the time of your life?” He quips back.
”Hmmm, not sure, but you can watch.” She says as she snatches her beer off the bar and runs off.
”Hey! What the hell Buckley!” He calls after her with no luck.
Now he is sat at the bar alone, scouring his eyes through the crowd of people dancing to see if he can find Robin. But what he sees next is not Robin, but someone else.
The person is wearing tight, bright red short shorts with fishnets on underneath. They have long curly brown hair, and a black shirt on. From the back Steve mistakes the figure as a woman but when they turn around he realizes it’s a man. A very beautiful looking man at that, wearing eyeliner to complete the look. As he looks closer at the man he recognizes the face.
Holy fucking shit, it’s Eddie motherfucking Munson.
He watches as Eddie dances with another man, rolling his hips back into him. The very intimate scene sends blood straight to Steve’s dick. Steve processes everything he’s just seen and where he is. Is that why they call him Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Cause whatever it just did to him freaked him the fuck out.
The way his red leather shorts ride up his fishnet clad thighs with every movement is captivating. He’s never seen a man wear fishnets before, the only experience with them he’s had is seeing the rare punk girl walk down the halls of Hawkins High. But not only is Eddie wearing fishnets, he’s also making a show of it right before Steve’s eyes.
Then Eddie’s eyes lock on to Steve’s. He looks mildly shocked for a moment before leaning back to whisper something in the ear of the man behind him. The man releases Eddie and now he is on his way to Steve.
Steve is looking around to see if he’s walking towards any other god-forsaken person near him. There’s nobody but him in the corner of the bar.
“Oh my god, is that you Harrington?” Eddie asks with a teasing tone.
”Afraid so, Munson, long time no see.” Steve replies, shrugging in an attempt to rid his nerves.
“The last thing I was expecting was to see the king of Hawkins in this shit hole.” He says pointing around.
“Well I am not here for myself, to be totally honest, I’m here with a friend.” He says trying to set things straight.
”What kind of friend?” Eddie replies back with a smirk, completely misunderstanding.
”She’s gay, not me. I’m here for her.”
”Ah, I see. Just a driver, yeah?”
”Exactly.”
”Well, I have some pretty good weed in my van if you want some. We should catch up.”
“I mean sure, but how do I know this isn’t some plot to kidnap me or something?” He responds playfully.
”Well if I wanted to take you home with me, I would’ve said as much.”
That makes Steve blush. It’s been a while since someone had said something that… flirty? Yeah, flirty, to him in a long time.
”Whatever, lead the way Munson, but I will warn you I haven’t smoked since high school.”
”Alright!” He says, drawing out the middle of the word.
Eddie takes him by the wrist and is practically sprint-walking towards the exit. Steve is just trying his best to not trip over his own feet.
They reach the door and Eddie is pulling Steve up the stairs into the parking lot, fishing his keys out of his pocket to unlock the van.
“Welcome to the best smoking spot in all of Indiana, Harrington.” Eddie says as he’s opening the van door for Steve.
Steve analyzes all the decoration inside the small space, from the curtains on the windows, to the dice hanging from the rear view mirror. Eddie follows suit and climbs in the van, closing the door behind him.
He leans over a folded down seat to dig around behind it. Steve only noticing how tight those red shorts were around Eddie’s waist. They were mapping a perfect copy of Eddie’s ass right in Steve’s face. Steve would swear his breath did not just catch in his throat.
“I got some pretty good shit. It’s really strong.” He says finally turning back around holding a baggie and a bong.
“I’m not sure how well I’m gonna fair, like I said, I haven’t done any since school.” Steve said scratching the back of his neck.
”That’s ok, if it’s too much for poor baby Steve we can shotgun. If that’s okay.” He quirks his eyebrow at the other.
”Yeah that’s fine.” He’s getting redder just at the mental image of Eddie being that close to his face. Their lips being that close together. He doesn’t know why that makes him so hot under the collar. He’s always liked girls, so why is he finding himself… attracted to the man before him.
”What the hell have you been up to man? It’s been what? Two years since you’ve thrown the word freak at me? What made you stop, by the way?” He says giving a small smirk while he prepares the weed.
”I dunno, guess I just stopped being a douche after I ditched Tommy and Carol and all them.”
”Well I was not expecting you to actually be a nice guy. Steve Harrington, good with the ladies, rich parents, popular, not an asshole? No way.” He says with a small laugh.
”Yeah I was an ass in high school, but I’m not now, at least I try not to be.”
“Alright, it’s ready,” He says cutting the conversation there. “I’m gonna take a pull and then we shotgun. You know how it works right?”
”Yeah I know.” Getting more and more nervous as Eddie lights the lighter and pulls it up to the tube.
He takes a deep inhale of the milky smoke, pulling it into his lungs deep until he pulls off, beckoning Steve to close the distance.
He grabs Steve’s jaw and holds it as he breathes the smoke into his mouth, the latter’s eyes fluttering as he does so.
”How nice is that?” He says after pulling away from Steve.
“It’s pretty fucking good.” Steve says with hooded eyes and a smile.
“So Harrington, were you really at the bar with your friend, or were you there by yourself?” Eddie questions experimentally.
“I was actually here with my friend, she made me drive her since she still doesn’t have her license.” Steve says interested where the line of questioning is going.
”I see, is it anyone I know? I would love to be aquatinted with more people like me.” He says taking another hit and offering Steve another shotgun as well.
”I mean you might know her but I don’t tell, Munson. You know it’s dangerous having people know that in these parts. My question is what are you doing here?” He says leaning slightly closer.
Eddie blows smoke out into the roof of the vehicle before responding. “Well it is a gay club, so I was looking for something to fuck tonight.”
“I see, I can see how someone would find the fishnets appealing.” Steve says pointing to the others legs.
”Are you saying you like my fishnets, Steve?” He says with a dramatic hand over his chest and a open mouthed smile.
”What if I am?” Steve instantly regretting the words as soon as they came out of his brain.
”Oh my, Stevie, you really should not get my hopes up like that.” He says as he shifts his hips forward, moving to sit closer to Steve, with his arm falling over his knee at the bend.
Steve is choked up at the movement of Eddie’s hand moving down the left side of his neck. A bright red flush coming up to cover his entire face.
Eddie only reaches behind him to grab the bong once more. Lifting his hand away from Steve to light the end of it. Taking another pull he plots his next move very precisely. He holds the smoke in his mouth as he puts the hand back on Steve’s neck and pulls him in so closely their lips are brushed together, blowing the smoke into Steve’s mouth once more.
This time Steve reaches his right hand to the back of Eddie’s neck as well and he pushes the two all the way flush, interlocking their lips. It started soft and sweet until Eddie licked his tongue over Steve’s bottom lip and tugged his hair slightly, making Steve release a minor noise. The action allowing Eddie to slide his tongue in between Steve’s teeth, licking into his mouth.
They both pull back panting for a moment before diving back in to one another, Steve placing his hand over Eddie’s ribs for more contact. Their lips dance together once more before Eddie literally sucks on Steve’s tongue, pulling a long moan from the boy below. After that Steve is pulling Eddie to sit in his lap. Eddie rolls his hips down on Steve’s, making them both groan at the friction, both of them already hard.
Steve pulls at the dark fabric of Eddie’s shirt. “Off.” He pants. Then Eddie’s shirt is tossed before doing the same to Steve’s. His eyes raking all along Eddie’s tattoos.
“You like them Harrington?” He says to the man below him.
”They’re cool. But I think I could make better marks.” Steve replies before going to suck a bruise right under Eddie’s sternum. Eddie merely gasping at the sudden contact. Holding his hands right in Steve’s hair.
Steve leaves the mark with a kiss following, moving his lips down Eddie’s torso until they stop right at the red leather. Eddie’s erection straining against the tight shorts.
“God, please take off your little red shorts. They’re very pretty, but I can’t reach my hand into them.”
“Trying to get in my pants, Harrington, what do you take me for? A little whore who will give myself to whoever asks nice enough?” He says while unbuttoning the clothing and pulling it down his fish-netted legs.
“Well I suppose you must be a whore, Munson, pulling down your sexy little shorts just for little ol’ me.” He says with a slap to Eddie’s thigh.
”Guess so.” He says with a shrug. Not even touching the fishnets.
Eddie places himself back in Steve’s lap after pressing kisses all down Steve’s body and pulling his jeans off. Slotting their lips together once again, rolling their hips into the other. Both moaning as they continue.
“I want you to fuck me, Steve, please.” Eddie says, sultry in Steve’s ear before biting a mark in the crook of Steve’s neck, earning a moan.
“Don’t you have to like- ah,” he’s cut off by another bite from Eddie. “Don’t you have to like prep that shit?”
“Already prepped, did it before I came in the bar. Was trying to get some action tonight.” He says throwing in a wink.
”God, you are a little whore.” Steve says getting a moan in response to the degradation.
”Yes, yes I am.” Eddie says, sliding his hand down over Steve’s cock still covered by his boxers. Pulling a loud groan from Steve. He pulls the fabric at Steve’s waist prompting Steve to raise his hips so he can take them off.
Eddie’s hand locates right on Steve’s cock after giving a lick to his hand. Steve is moaning at the contact and at the sight of Eddie Munson jerking him off.
He’s brought back to reality as Eddie pulls his hand off of his cock, making Steve whimper a bit.
”Can’t have you off before the main event, big boy.”
Steve only brings Eddie back into a hot kiss before moving down to his neck leaving hickeys along as he goes. Licking over his previous marks making Eddie moan at the slight sting. He moves all the way down to mouth at Eddie’s cock through his briefs and the fishnets.
”How many of these things do you own?” Steve questions.
”What?”
“How many fishnets do you own?” He says pressing more kisses along Eddie’s covered cock.
”Uh, like four, why?”
And with that Steve ripped Eddie’s fishnets right in between his legs. Eddie gasping in shock that Steve did that.
”Holy shit Harrington, you have no idea how hot that was. Now please, pull down my briefs before I literally cum in my pants.”
He just pulls Eddie’s cock out from the underwear not removing them completely.
“Oh no, I’m leaving them on.” Steve says as he pushes Eddie’s underwear to the side right next to his ass. Flexing a finger against the ring of muscle.
”Oh, okay, oh- holy shit-“ Is all Eddie can manage as Steve slips two fingertips into his ass.
”I told you I prepped.” Eddie restates.
“Good.”
Steve lays Eddie on his back with his feet planted on the floor of the van. Giving Steve a great view of the man beneath him. All horny and about to be fucked into the van.
”Lube?” Steve questions.
“Uhhh, it’s in the console.”
Steve reaches in to the console rummaging around when he finds the small bottle, almost gone.
He pulls back and flicks open the cap and pours some onto his hand and lubes up his dick.
He lines his cock up to Eddie’s hole before pushing the tip in slightly. Both boys making obscene noises as he does. He pushes in further very slowly bit by bit until his hips are flush with Eddie’s thighs still with the fishnets on them, the broken strands around his crotch.
After a bit, Steve bottoms out deep inside Eddie. He moves his head back down to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. Eddie pulling him in further by his neck, making out with the man.
”Please move.” Eddie breathes out on Steve’s lips.
Steve pulls back slowly at first pumping back into Eddie at an even slower rate before speeding up slightly. Pulling long strings of moans from one another.
“Faster please, oh my god.” Eddie moans out when Steve snaps his hips into him harder than previous.
Steve keeps up the choppy pace. Sliding out fully before slamming back into Eddie, making tears start to prick at his eyes due to the brutal pace. Eddie’s hands making their way to Steve’s shoulder for any sort of grounding as tears start to make paths down the sides of Eddie’s cheeks, taking his eyeliner with them.
Eddie thinks he’s definitely not going to be walking all that well tomorrow. As Steve continues his brutal pace, Eddie’s nails dig in to the skin on his shoulders leaving crescents in place.
“Steve, oh my fuck- I’m gonna-“ another moan is ripped from his chest as Steve places a hand on his cock and starts pumping it in time with his thrusts.
”I know baby, cum for me.” He leans back down to press kisses into Eddie’s chest, licking over one of his nipples. And with that Eddie is screaming, as he is pushed over the edge in Steve’s hand. Swearing he could see stars in his vision. Steve helping him through his orgasm, kissing him all over.
With Eddie’s orgasm he’s clenching around Steve’s cock just enough that Steve pulls out and gives his cock a few drags with his hand as he looks down at Eddie. Panting with his pupils blown out in bliss, eyeliner down his cheeks, he looks like a shot from a porn magazine. With that image Steve is coming onto Eddie’s stomach, both of the mens release on Eddie now.
He grabs someone’s shirt and wipes the cum off of Eddie’s stomach as he comes down from his high. Then Steve’s collapsing right next to Eddie, pulling a hand over his face as he tries to steady his breathing.
“Holy shit Harrington, that might just be the best dick I’ve ever had.” He says with a small chuckle.
“That’s what they all say.” He says smirking internally as Eddie gives him a small hit in the side.
“Shut up. You also owe me a pair of fucking fishnets, asshole.”