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July 1986
The last few months have been some of the most intense of Steve’s two decades alive. Now that Vecna is dead and the Upside Down is closed off – hopefully forever – he finally feels like he should be relaxing (he can’t quite work out how to do that yet).
But it’s finally summer and long lazy days stretch before him. The party is scattered apart for the first time since spring break; Nancy and Jonathan are over their hang-ups and back together. They’re spending the summer in California with Mike, El, and Will. Dustin's at his nerdy summer camp again with Suzie, and Lucas and Max seem to be spending all their time attached at the lips.
Steve’s still working his minimum wage job, but the monotony is a welcome respite. He and Robin are working their way steadily through the film selection at Family Video, and now he’s nearly fully healed and finally graduated, Eddie has started joining them.
Robin’s been away with her parents for the last two weeks, however, and Steve’s stuck in his perpetually lonely and empty house.
So this evening just happens.
He invites Eddie over with the promise of pizza, beer, and movies in exchange for a joint or two, convincing himself he doesn't want anything else from the older boy. It doesn't work, of course, hasn’t worked for months . Not when Eddie’s always there, just a little too close and in his space, exuberant and smelling so fucking good.
He fulfills his promises and so does Eddie. They smoke together, high and giggling as they watch cheesy horror movies that don't hold a candle to the real horrors out there. They’ve been sliding closer and closer on the sofa until their legs are pressed together, hip to ankle, but Steve doesn't realize just how close until he turns his head to say something to Eddie and finds him right there . Large grin, blown pupils, and such a pretty face.
Eddie lets out a nervous giggle and his eyes widen with surprise and Steve realizes he said that last part out loud.
“Eddie–”
Panic tastes like fear and the metallic tang of blood staining his teeth as he tries to backtrack. He can't fuck this up, can’t lose this friendship.
“You think I’m pretty, Harrington?” Eddie teases, and Steve breathes out, a smidgen of relief softening everything, finds himself nodding before he can stop it.
“So pretty.”
Weed always loosens Steve’s tongue, and this time is no different. His hand’s moving without his permission, tucking a strand of Eddie’s hair behind his ear and then they’re kissing.
This somehow (Steve knows exactly how – messy lips, wandering hands and lowered inhibitions) leads them to where they are now. Steve’s dizzy and floaty as Eddie lays him down on the large bed beneath him, but he can’t tell whether it’s the copious amounts of weed or the feeling of finally, finally .
Eddie’s hands mess up Steve’s perfectly coiffed hair as he spreads him out on the bed, mouth hot against his.
“ Fuck Stevie, look at you,” Eddie pulls back to do just that, barely a breath between them, eyes unfocused and blown with his high. “ You’re the pretty one here, big boy,” Eddie’s mouth descends to Steve’s throat, sucking and biting a stinging line down the available flesh showing above his polo.
“God, stop talking ,” Steve whines and tips his hips up into Eddie’s plaintively, knows the demand is pointless. His groan vibrates through them both when his move rubs their hard lengths together under the too-thick layers of their jeans. If he hadn't already done the whole ‘ oh shit I like boys ’ freak out, this probably would have sent him spiraling.
Eddie smirks, confidence spiking under Steve’s lack of control – he blames the weed, he used to be more suave than this, fuck.
“You love it, Harrington.”
It's his last name. His goddamn surname. Why does it sound so good on Eddie’s lips?
Steve dizzily reaches up, tangling his fingers in Eddie's long hair and pulling him back into another deep kiss. He groans and presses his hips down into the rolling motion Steve’s unconsciously making.
He mumbles something against Steve’s lips, but he’s too distracted to pay attention.
“Come on, Eddie. Get this off.”
He’s pulling at the stupid fucking layers the older boy always insists on wearing – denim vest that brings back good and bad memories, leather jacket, band shirt that Steve doesn't recognise (knows Eddie will take the mickey out of him if he admits that). Eddie doesn't comply, pulling back from their kiss, lips swollen and spit-slick, to look down at Steve.
“You sure about this, Harrington?” His voice is level, but a flush is spread across his cheeks, and he’s biting on those gorgeous fucking lips nervously, as if Steve is supposed to be able to pay attention to anything when he’s doing that.
“What?”
“This,” Eddie rolls his erection down into Steve’s, short-circuiting his brain further.
Steve can’t comprehend how Eddie is managing to think and how he’s expecting him to hold any kind of serious conversation right now. Steve blinks, one hand clutching at Eddie’s hair, the other half-way up his back under his shirt, warm against Eddie’s raised scars.
“What?” He repeats, still unable to make any significant connections in his brain right now.
"Thought you were straight, Steve,” he emphasizes. " King Steve with his rotating roster of girls eager to be another notch on his bedpost," Eddie's clearly trying to keep this light, but Steve can hear the undercurrent of bitterness. High School was not easy for Eddie and Steve knew that even before he knew the older boy as anything but Eddie ‘the freak ’ Munson, but now it makes him furious that Eddie was – is – treated so terribly in their small-minded town. Despite his tone, his eyes are still blown wide when Steve snaps his gaze back to his face instead of focusing on his tantalizing collarbones – good fucking god Steve is pathetic, drooling over collarbones like some virgin . “ya know, tits and pussies. Not dicks.”
“I like tits,” Steve agrees blindly, mind-addled by arousal and good quality weed.
He blinks when Eddie makes a sad noise. Steve's brow furrows, confusion flooding him. He desperately tries to get his brain on board with this conversation, but there's no blood left available. Eddie’s arm is propping him up above Steve, and he can’t focus on anything except the strength contained in that movement and wishing he could see the way it made Eddie’s muscles flex and strain. His dick kicks in his jeans when he imagines the feeling of Eddie's hand – ring adorned and all – wrapping around him, imagines how fucking good that'll look – holy shit, if Steve didn't already know he's as into men as women, this would confirm it.
“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie flicks his forehead, voice harsher all of a sudden. He pulls back further when Steve still doesn't respond.
Steve lets out a cut-off plaintive whine when Eddie's no longer touching him. Disappointment fills the older boy's face as he goes to climb off Steve, and he doesn't know what’s happening but this is decidedly not where he wants this to go – Eddie pulling away hurt and embarrassed and Steve left confused on the bed. Steve’s hand shoots out, catching Eddie's wrist before he can go far at all.
“Wait, stop,” Eddie freezes, but he can see he still believes Steve doesn't want him – which is just absurd. Steve forces his brain out of the gutter, concentrating all his might to work out where he went wrong. "Eddie–"
"It's cool, man," Eddie insists. "I get it. Heat of the moment or whatever. You're not a fag–”
Steve inhales, furious Eddie is calling himself that – but it's a problem for later once this one is sorted. Sudden clarity hits him, and he curses his weed-loose tongue and lust-addled brain.
"Eddie," Steve's voice is firm, cutting off the nervous rambling coming from Eddie's still kiss-swollen lips. "I like tits, yes. But I like cock just as much."
“What?” Eddie's eyes snap back to his.
“I’ve wanted you for months.”
Well, apparently Steve’s brain has decided this is the perfect time for confessions. He doesn't regret it though, not with the way Eddie’s eyes light up, affection clear when he looks down at Steve.
“Yeah?” Eddie’s voice is soft as he crawls back over Steve, bracing himself above the taller boy again.
“God yes ,” Steve reaches up and gets his hands in all that glorious hair again, groaning into the filthy kiss when Eddie’s hips drop down against his. He returns to his previous mission with vigor, tugging at Eddie’s layers until he complies, sitting up in Steve’s lap to strip his jacket, vest, and shirt, revealing pale scarred skin.
Steve groans appreciatively, hooded eyes focusing on the tantalizing line of dark hair that leads like a damn arrow down from his navel to his waistband. He wants to follow that arrow, nibble his way down to the base of the hard cock he knows is hiding in Eddie’s jeans, can see it straining against the denim and fuck he looks big .
“You too, Harrington,” Eddie urges, something like nerves and insecurity in his voice as he shifts a little to where he’s straddling Steve.
Steve is so focused on how fucking good Eddie looks – can’t take his eyes off all that skin, the surprising cuts and curves of muscles in his abdomen and arms – that he gets all tangled in his polo as he tries to yank it off. They both laugh as Eddie has to lean down to help him get his arms out. Groans when he’s free and Eddie’s chest is right there, so close. And holy fucking Christ, he’s got his nipples pierced.
“ Fuck . I wanna eat you up,” Steve grunts, leaning forward and doing just that – sucking a bruise into the skin at Eddie’s throat before he moves down, following invisible nonsensical lines until he can take one of his nipples between his lips, worrying the metal bar stuck through it eagerly. He sucks and bites, delighting in the shocked whines and moans it brings from the older boy straddling him.
The insecurity has left Eddie’s face and Steve is proud of himself for so effectively erasing it.
“Shit, Stevie,” Eddie rolls his hips down again, ass pressing into the hard line of Steve’s dick still trapped in his own jeans, “too many clothes,” he manages to force out between pleasure clenched teeth as Steve works his nipples into sensitive peaks with his mouth, hands roaming the dips and valleys and scarred lines of Eddie’s back and down to his ass to pull him into a rolling motion that sends sparks bursting behind both their eyes. Steve’s supposed to be the inexperienced one here, but he’s using moves that keep fucking with Eddie so well.
“Do something about it, then,” Steve pulls away long enough to groan. Eddie tangles his fingers in Steve’s perfect fucking hair, pulling him away and wondering when he lost control of the situation so much. Steve looks up at him with pleasure and drug blown big fucking doe eyes. Eddie loses any semblance of composure he had had.
“Fuck, Harrington. You look so good with your lips all swollen like that,” Eddie rises from the bed, removing his hand from Steve so he can unbutton and shuck his pants and briefs. His dick practically springs out, slapping hard and wet against his stomach.
Steve whimpers at the sight, eyes fixed on Eddie’s erection. Eddie has had experiences – fumbling in bar bathrooms, quickies behind the shed at school, a memorable (terrible) fuck in a seedy motel – but nothing like this before. Nothing like his best friend spread out on a large, soft bed, high and eager and full of admiration. Eddie’s not going to survive this. Is already going to come out the other side as a changed man. He knows it. Can feel it deep in his bones.
Steve starts struggling out of his own jeans without getting up, trying to wriggle out of them without taking his eyes off of Eddie. He shucks them off and throws them to the side and– Jesus fuck , Eddie knew there was a reason they called Steve ‘the King’, but he wasn't ready for this . Steve’s still covered by his straining briefs, but they really don't hide much. Fucking hell he’s hung. Eddie’s mouth waters.
“You’ve got a mouth made for sucking dick, big boy,” Eddie’s mouth runs away from him – as it always does – finishing his earlier thought with no permission from his brain.
The way Steve’s mouth drops open with a sharp moan, pupils blowing even wider until black swallows brown, does something to Eddie, “God, please , Eddie.”
“Yeah?” Soft voice, softer hands as he reaches out to run his fingers – still weighed down with his rings – through his already messy hair, “you want that, baby?” The punched out sound that leaves Steve at the endearment sends a powerful euphoria rushing through Eddie, spurred on by the comfortable heat simmering low in his belly that the weed has left. “ Shit . C’mere.”
Steve goes willingly, so fucking willingly, when Eddie tightens his hands in his hair, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. Bare, hairy legs spread wide to accommodate Eddie and Steve looks up at him pleadingly, dropping his mouth open and pressing large hands into Eddie’s thighs.
“You want this, darling?” Eddie purrs, finding confidence in the way Steve is looking at him – unable to cover his open adoration in his high state. He moves his hand, gripping Steve’s jaw, and fuck, it looks good. Long fingers pressing into Steve’s tan skin, silver rings a gorgeous fucking contrast.
Steve’s eyes flutter, and he sucks the tip of Eddie’s thumb into his mouth with a soft moan when Eddie rubs across his bottom lip, “I want this so much, Eds,” he whispers when Eddie pulls his thumb away. “I want you so much.”
“ Steve ,” he whines, hips stuttering when Steve lifts a hand from his thigh and finally wraps it around his cock, hands more calloused than Eddie was expecting. His fingers curl into a loose grip as he strokes Eddie from root to tip. It’s too much and nowhere near enough all at the same time. He lets out a groan, cock twitching in Steve’s surprisingly sure grip as he tightens his hand. He’s fucking dripping, Steve spreading pre down his length with each teasing stroke. He tosses his head back and stares unseeing at the ceiling. How has he lost control again?
“God, look at you,” Steve whispers reverently. Eddie resists looking down, knowing the sight of Steve fucking Harrington’s hand on his cock will undo him. Steve’s hands are bigger than his own, and goddamn he knows what he’s doing, lightly squeezing the head of Eddie’s cock on the upstroke, thumb teasing the slit with his thumb, “you’re so gorgeous.”
Eddie opens his mouth to respond, but it cuts off in a long drawn-out moan when Steve wraps his lips around the head, warm and wet and good. He can’t resist the need to look down any more, needing to see. His hips buck at the sight, choking out a hasty “sorry, shit – Steve I’m sorry,” when Steve gags a little, throat constricting around the head of Eddie’s cock.
Steve just moans and immediately takes Eddie into his mouth properly, one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, the other clutching tightly at his thigh and no doubt pressing bruises into the pale skin.
“God, pretty boy, you look so good with a dick in your mouth,” Eddie moans, and he’s not lying. Steve’s lashes are long and stuck together with tears from choking, and his lips are swollen and red. “ Fuck . You were made for this,” Eddie’s voice is choked, and shit, he’s so close already . He tangles his hands in Steve’s hair, “ fucking hell, how are you so good at sucking cock?” Some long buried wish to mess up the King takes over, “you been practicing, baby?” He pulls at that perfect hair a little. He grunts, toes curling, when Steve moans loudly around him, pushing that bit deeper down his cock. Eddie doesn't know if it’s the hair pulling or endearments that affect Steve so much, but he can’t wait to find out. If this carries on. Which, god, he hopes so.
Steve’s nails dig into the meat of Eddie’s thigh, and he looks up at him through those indecently long lashes. It’s unbelievable how good he is at this as he bobs his head, sucking softly, hand wrapped around the base of Eddie’s cock. Maybe it’s just because he’s wanted this for so long. He’s thought it before, but Christ Steve has the definition of cock-sucking lips. It’s so wet and messy, and Eddie shouldn't find the sight of Steve so wrecked already so attractive. But he does.
He tightens his hand in Steve’s hair even further, hips jolting forward just a little, moaning when Steve gags again but doesn't pull back. The moan crests louder when he sees that Steve is now cupping himself in his briefs, squeezing long, slow strokes up his length – which can’t be doing much except teasing himself.
Eddie could come in seconds, the sight of Steve Harrington touching himself while he has a dick – his dick – in his mouth is the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen.
”Holy shit, baby,” and oh, it’s definitely that word that does it for Steve because he whines, squeezes himself hard at the base of his cock and swallows a little more of Eddie’s dick. The sight is obscene, and then Steve is choking himself, pushing as far down as he can and holding there, hand leaving his dick to grasp Eddie’s ass and pull him in. His throat flutters around the sensitive head of Eddie's cock, and sparks travel up his spine as his hips jolt at the sensation, pushing somehow even deeper into Steve's eager mouth.
Eddie doesn't have a chance to warn him before he’s coming.
The sound he makes is undignified, punched out of him with surprise, a pathetic whimpering moan, “fuck, pretty boy. You’re too good at that,” he pulls Steve off his cock, eyelids fluttering at the overstimulation because Steve sucks him clean as he pulls off.
“You taste so good,” Steve moans, panting up at Eddie innocently as though he hasn't just sucked his brains out through his dick and wrecked him for anyone else. His voice is hoarse, and Eddie's eyes roll back in his head at the knowledge that it's his dick that did it. Steve's eyes are still blown wide and a little hazy from the weed, but he looks clearer now.
“God, baby. You weren’t supposed to make me come.”
Steve smirks. “I wanted you to,” he rises to his feet, Eddie’s hand falling from his hair as he does.
Eddie moans into the deep kiss he pulls him into. The King indeed. Never been with another man before, but he’s taking Eddie apart, fucking owning him with nothing but his mouth. He slides his hand up Steve’s chest, nails catching on his nipples and making the younger man grunt in surprised pleasure. He squeezes lightly at Steve’s throat, curling his hand up and around Steve’s jaw as they kiss, deep and sloppy. Eddie’s fucking traitorous heart leaps in his chest like it’s trying to reach the object of his affection.
“Fuck me,” Steve whispers against Eddie’s lips, so quiet, like he doesn't want to be heard.
Eddie groans, brain unable to process such a delicious request when he’s still recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm. He drops his hand from framing Steve’s face to curl around his still trapped erection.
“ Shit , Eds,” Steve whimpers, hips stuttering into Eddie’s touch. Pulls back from their kiss to rest their foreheads together, eyes crossing as he tries to focus properly on Eddie. Steve slides a hand up Eddie’s back again, tangling long fingers into his hair.
“You want that, baby?” Eddie tightens his hand around Steve’s erection, eyes crossing at how fucking thick and long he is in his hand. One day he’ll get this monster in him, the stretch will be delicious. But for now, Steve has requested to be fucked, and who is Eddie to turn that down? With how keyed up he is, jittery from the high and eager for more, it won’t take him long to get hard again.
“Yes. Fuck . Please, Eds,” his voice is breathless and filled with lust, “want you splitting me open.”
“Shit. Fuck,” Eddie really doesn't think he’s going to survive this.
Eddie lays down on the bed, watching with hungry eyes as Steve finally shucks his damp, ruined briefs and lets his dick free. Steve clenches his fingers tight around the base when he looks back at Eddie, who has spread out on the bed, loose-limbed and hazy-eyed. His eyes fixate on Eddie’s cock, nestled in a base of dark, wiry hair, still half-hard against his thigh.
“Come on then, big boy. Climb on,” Eddie does everything but pat his fucking lap, and it really shouldn't do anything for Steve, but it does. Steve settles straddling him, thick thighs spread wide. He can feel Eddie’s cock beneath him, stirring a little. He skims his eyes eagerly over every single beautiful inch of Eddie fucking Munson that he can see. At the beginning of the year, if you asked Steve where he’d be this summer, this would not have been the answer.
Steve swallows nervously.
He has been relying on all his knowledge gained from years of sleeping with women so far – what he likes them doing, and everything he’s always wanted them to do. He'd used that knowledge when he’d eagerly swallowed Eddie’s cock down. Proud and surprised that he’d been able to take so much of Eddie’s thick, impressive length, that he’d taken Eddie apart so efficiently.
He rests his hands on Eddie’s chest, running them lightly up the defined skin, tickling through the sparse hairs. He wrestles down sorrow over the small scars that litter the pale skin beneath the larger ones. Scars not caused by their battle in the Upside Down. No, these were caused by Eddie and the suffering Steve knows he has endured in his past.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what to do,” he admits quietly, fingers tightening a little with nerves on Eddie’s shoulders.
“Fuck, baby,” his voice is hoarse, “you’ve been doing so well so far.” Steve moans when Eddie arches his hips again, rubbing against Steve’s ass, wet head catching just a little over his hole with the move. Sparks run up and down his spine, and he moans loudly. “Fucking get down here,” he cups the back of his neck and Steve falls forward, propping himself up above Eddie.
“Eddie,” Steve whispers, grinding his hips down so his hard cock rubs along where Eddie is chubbing up further.
“Shit, big boy. You got lube?”
Steve’s eyes roll back into his head at the implications behind that question. He leans down to kiss Eddie again, groaning when he immediately deepens the kiss, tongues tangling together sensually.
Steve nearly forgets the question, so engrossed in memorising every inch of his beautiful, loud fucking mouth. He’s still dizzy from his high, and then Eddie reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock, giving a firm stroke that makes Steve moan and buck his hips down.
“Lube, Harrington,” Eddie pulls back from their kiss to murmur, eyes hooded and hair a complete mess from the way Steve has been gripping it. He rubs his thumb over the slit of Steve’s cock, smearing precum to slick his next slow stroke. Steve’s brain short-circuits, “c’mon darlin’, want to get my fingers in you.”
Steve lets out a whoosh of air, feels like it’s been punched out of him. His cock twitches in Eddie’s hand, blurting pre-cum down the fucking distractingly gorgeous rings he’s still wearing – body-warm and creating a delicious friction with each stoke. When he grinds down again, Eddie is fully hard beneath him, and they let out twin groans.
He pulls away reluctantly, crawling away from Eddie across the bed to fumble like an idiot in his bedside drawer, trying to find his lube. Whimpers so fucking embarrassingly loud – inhibitions all washed away – when the bed shifts and Eddie's hand is palming his ass.
"Come on, baby boy."
Steve whines, and pulls back from his drawer triumphantly, a small bottle and condom clutched in his hand.
"You're gonna be so good for me, aren't you baby?" Eddie grins when he turns to look at him, and then he's easing Steve back onto the bed beneath him again, crawling over him until Steve is pressed into the mattress.
Steve's nodding eagerly before he can stop himself, arching into the fluttering kiss Eddie places on his throat. There are hands running down his body, stroking over every available inch of skin. Fuck , Steve's ruined for anyone else. The way Eddie touches him, reverent and worshipful, it's better than any drug he's taken.
The pop of the cap opening is loud in Steve's ears, but then Eddie's kissing him again, distracting Steve as he fumbles doing something with the lube. The heat of the kiss takes all Steve's concentration, hands clutching at all Eddie's long gorgeous hair as their tongues and lips work together.
There's a hand spreading his thighs wide, wider around Eddie's hips and then the first brush of cool, slick fingers against his hole. Steve pulls back from their kiss with a gasp, wide-eyed as he looks up at Eddie.
"This still okay, pretty?" Eddie murmurs, rubbing his fingers gently against Steve, pressing a little with each pass.
Steve squirms, brain filling with static at the foreign sensation, "yes, please , Eddie!" He can't stop the way his hips keep moving eagerly into the smooth circles he's making over Steve's rim.
Eddie drops his head to Steve's shoulder, moaning roughly into the skin there, "you're gonna be the death of me, baby."
Steve's hands clutch at Eddie's back, all that pale tattooed skin spread out above him. The hand not slowly torturing him is clutching tightly at Steve's inner thigh, keeping his legs spread as Eddie sits up and back. Steve can't wait to press at the bruises that will inevitably be left there.
He keens when Eddie’s fingers finally press harder, one slowly sliding inside Steve. He huffs out a surprised noise of pleasure, staring up into Eddie’s eyes, hot with something more than lust. His head falls back onto the pillow, and he lets out a long slow sigh, lips parting around a whine of “ Eddie .”
He is expecting discomfort, a little pain maybe before he warms up to it, but there’s none of that. He’s so turned on, so eager for more from the older boy, senses dulled in some places and heightened in others, that all he can feel is pleasure. So much pleasure.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” Eddie groans when Steve clenches around the one finger, arching his back so it slips in deeper, “think you can take another one, baby?”
“Yes, god yes. Eds, please more,” Steve arches his hips again, a stuttering whine leaving him when their hard lengths slide slickly together, and Eddie slips a second finger into him – easing the way with so much lube that Steve can feel it dripping from him, coating his inner thighs. He feels wet and dirty and god he’s so turned on.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Fuck, shit, ” Steve’s lost all control, dizzy and high, and when he glances down between his legs to watch the motion of Eddie’s wrist between his spread thighs, it sends arousal shooting up Steve’s spine.
“Relax a little, Stevie,” Eddie coos, leaning forward to take his lips in a brief kiss again as he sped up his thrusts, “let me in.”
He uses his free hand to push Steve’s thighs even further apart, making room for his shoulders as he slides down Steve’s body. Steve lets out a loud whine – the words sending pleasure ricocheting through his body, the sight of Eddie between his wantonly spread legs, ring-adorned hand still clenched tight on one, is too much.
“Sorry–” he squeaks out, embarrassed by how turned on he is. He tries to relax the tight clench of his muscles around Eddie’s perfect fingers.
“Come on, baby,” Eddie’s voice is sultry, deeper than Steve’s heard it before, “relax for me.”
He presses soft kisses along the length of Steve’s painfully hard cock, which really does nothing to help him relax.
“ Eds .”
The pet names, the third finger he slowly slides in, Eddie’s beautiful eyes watching him with adoration – blown wide with lust. All of it merges into a perfect, wondrous feeling. It’s a high he swears would be just as good without the joints they’d smoked earlier.
“That’s it, baby, so good for me.”
Steve’s lips part on a breathy sound, head tipping back again when Eddie sucks the head of his cock into his mouth gently. The praise settles deep in his core, has him arching against the older boy eagerly. He’s filled with a wonderfully warm feeling, it blossoms in his gut and rises in a blush on his cheeks.
God , he really wants to be good for Eddie.
Eddie curls his three fingers then, brushing over that spot Steve has never managed to reach in his own explorations before. He cries out to the ceiling, reaching down to wrap fingers tight around the base of his cock to stop his very fast approaching orgasm. He tightens the fingers of his other hand tight in Eddie’s mane.
“Shit. Shit! ” He sobs, voice high with shock.
“There it is,” Eddie murmurs, blue eyes sparkling when he looks up at him. He curls his fingers again and again, smug when Steve clenches around him and shouts his pleasure to the ceiling.
“Wait– Shit– Eddie stop. Stop,” Steve’s hips buck and he tightens his grip on his cock.
Eddie immediately obeys, fingers stilling. There’s worry in his eyes when he cups Steve’s face in his spare clean hand, “you okay, Steve?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Steve shakes his head a little to clear it, and catches Eddie’s wrist before he can pull his fingers free, “I was gonna come. Want you in me first.”
“ Fuuuck, baby,” his eyes are blown wide when he catches Steve’s eyes. “Yeah, you need it that bad?”
Steve nods eagerly before he can even fully compute the question, reaching down to wrap his fingers around Eddie’s straining cock, working it and smearing pre down the gorgeous length. Eddie groans and pulls his fingers free.
“No,” Steve whines at the loss.
“I got you Stevie, I got you,” Eddie pulls back, grunting sharply when Steve grabs the condom, tears open the packet enthusiastically and rolls it down his dick. Eddie smooths a soft hand up and down Steve’s thigh, and then taps at it gently, “roll over, pretty boy. It’ll be easier on your front this first time.”
Steve sucks in a sharp, excited breath, letting it out through his nose as he slowly gets onto his stomach. He fists his hands in his sheets and whines when Eddie’s strong hands grip his hips. He hoists him up, so he’s on his knees, and his face presses into his pillow. Steve can’t help the shocked noise that escapes him, glancing over his shoulder at Eddie, only to quickly bury his face back into his pillow when their eyes meet.
This position is embarrassing. He feels like he’s on display – face down, ass up – but it’s also exhilarating when Eddie’s hands gently ease Steve’s legs further apart, stroking tickly lines of sensation up his thighs. He grips Steve’s ass in his hands, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them open to his gaze.
“God, you're so gorgeous, baby,” Eddie murmurs and Steve lets out a little wounded noise when his thumb rubs over his hole.
He rocks into the sensation, a groan tearing out of his mouth when the blunt head of Eddie’s cock rubs slippery against his entrance. Eddie gives a few thrusts, letting his cock slide between Steve’s slick cheeks, huffing out pleasured breaths behind him with each pass. It feels dirty and so good, Steve’s cock twitching, heart pounding.
“Deep breaths, Stevie,” Eddie presses forward, in, and Steve sucks in a short, sharp, surprised breath at the sensation. He’s high – on drugs and adrenaline and adoration – and Eddie fucking Munson is slowly sliding his cock into his ass, is about to fuck him like he’s one of the many girls Steve has spread out below him in the past.
“Please–” he doesn't know where he’s going with the pleading word, brain short-circuiting, but Eddie seems to understand him perfectly.
Eddie groans, deep and hoarse as the head of his cock finally slips fully in, fingers gripping at Steve’s hips as he tenses briefly at the intrusion, tightening up around the foreign sensation.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie’s voice is blissed-out, sounds like he did after Steve had sucked his dick until he came – and Christ, how has Steve lost so much control in the time since then? – “you gotta breathe, sweetheart.”
Oh .
He likes this new name, delight pooling in his stomach to mingle with his arousal. He takes a deep breath, trying to listen to Eddie’s gentle words as he stretches him open even further with shallow thrusts, dick gliding deeper with each motion.
“Shit. You’re still so tight,” Eddie groans as he bottoms out, voice like butter melting down Steve’s spine to settle in his core. His hand is tracing small soft strokes up and down his back and Steve finally lets his hips relax back, giving himself over to the older boy’s whims, “that’s it, gorgeous. You’re perfect.”
Steve arches under the praise, a soft noise leaving him, “Eds, you’re so big– ahh.”
Eddie moans lewdly, deciding to experimentally grind his hips in a dirty circle just as Steve speaks. The drag of his cock deep inside against previously unexplored nerves lights Steve up and he grinds back into Eddie’s tight hold on his hips, loud moans falling from his swollen lips at the friction.
Eddie pulls back just a little before pressing in deep again. Steve can’t take such small motions. The cock buried in him to the hilt does so much, but he needs more, fucking craves it, his hole fluttering around Eddie’s fat, long cock.
“You like this?” Eddie teases, pulling out just a little again before snapping his hips forward. Steve moans, voice cracking over the sound, so wanting, “use your words, baby.”
Steve whimpers, unabashed, his fingers gripping the sheets. He thinks he would be more self-conscious about his wanton, eager moaning if it weren't for the weed.
“Fuck me,” Steve whines, sending a sultry look over his shoulder, “please, Eds.”
Eddie lets out a deep groan, hungry and eager, and Steve looks over his shoulder to watch as Eddie finally starts pulling out, slow and steady, until just the head is left stretching him open. Eddie is sweaty and taut with arousal. Muscles Steve didn't know he had bulging with the effort to keep himself from pounding Steve like he wants to.
Eddie’s cock drags out of him again, the head catching on his rim before he starts to plunge back in, pulling a long, drawn-out moan from Steve’s lungs.
“Faster,” Steve whispers, and turns to see Eddie’s lust filled gaze flicker up to meet Steve’s for a moment before he looks down again, picking up his speed with a stuttered groan. Steve’s mouth drops open around a silent moan, his eyelids fluttering as Eddie keeps fucking him.
He’s never felt like this before; he doesn't know if it’s the weed heightening everything–
Or the fact that it’s his first time with a man–
Or the fact that it’s Eddie –
It’s Eddie’s hands clutching tight to his hips, rings pressing sharp indents that heighten Steve’s pleasure. It’s Eddie’s dick splitting him open and lighting him up from the inside. It’s Eddie’s mouth licking and biting and sucking marks up Steve’s sweaty, trembling body to his throat. Eddie's scent surrounding him. Eddie’s flavor still on his tongue. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
His breaths come out in desperate, gasping pants. Stuttering with each sharp thrust. Eddie is constantly moaning behind him, praise and curses falling from his lips like liquid. It all slides deep into Steve’s soul.
He’s being consumed, Eddie’s ruining him for everyone else.
Already ruined him hours, weeks, months before.
“Eddie, please,” Steve removes one of his hands from the desperate clutch he’s had on the sheets the whole time. He reaches down to grasp his cock, whining loudly at the touch. He hadn't realized until now just how turned on he is. He’s painfully hard, and sensitive, and leaking like a damn faucet.
“You look so good, baby. Take me so well,” Eddie’s mouth is hot on the back of Steve’s neck as he pants, warm air raising goosebumps, “ fuck. I want you like this every day. You’re killing me with how good you look.”
Eddie leans further over him, batting Steve’s slowly pumping hand off his cock to replace it with his. Steve lets out a loud sobbing moan – the change in angle means Eddie’s cock brushes over his prostate. He cries out again and throws his head back, his grip on the sheets knuckle-white. Each thrust after that is a godsend, perfectly hitting that spot Eddie found earlier with his fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah! Right there , fuck, Eddie! Right there, right there,” Steve babbles mindlessly, prepared to do anything in his power to keep him fucking him just like this.
“You like that, pretty boy?” Eddie groans, his fingers digging into Steve’s hips.
“God, fuck! Yes!” Steve wails, open-mouthed on a half-sob, he sucks sharp breaths in through his teeth between every moan, “I love it, I love it!”
Their skin is slapping together, slick sounds and moans filling the room. It’s so hot and Steve is sweating, and it’s all making him so dizzy in the best fucking way. He’s so close to the edge already, Eddie’s calloused hand creating the perfect friction as he strokes Steve’s cock hard and fast, heightening the sparking sensations from his deep thrusts.
“Come on, Stevie. Come for me, baby.”
It’s the final little push Steve needs to send him careening over the edge into a gasping, sobbing orgasm. It feels like it’s being pulled from the depths of his soul, come pulsing from him and coating Eddie’s still pumping hand.
“Eddie, Eddie. Fuck! ” Steve cries out, letting himself collapse fully to the ruined sheets beneath them, sobbing his pleasure into the duvet. Steve swears he’s never come so hard in his life. He feels like it’s never going to end, he doesn't want it to end, each throb of his cock wrecking him more and more.
Eddie fucks him through the orgasm, his body boneless beneath the older boy. He’s still trembling when Eddie follows him over the edge, shouting and moaning Steve’s name to the ceiling as he fills the condom. Steve can feel his dick twitching within him as he comes, and Steve whines at the feeling, overstimulated but blissed out.
Eddie pulls slowly from him, both of them moaning a little at the feeling. Steve closes his eyes, still floaty and euphoric after the best orgasm he’s ever had and the joints they smoked what feels like hours ago now.
Steve curls into Eddie as soon as he returns to the bed after disposing of the condom and grabbing a cloth to clean them both up. Eddie presses a soft kiss to the top of Steve’s head, wrapping long pale arms around him.
“Is that how it always feels?” Steve murmurs into his chest, taking a deep breath of Eddie’s musky scent.
“What’s that, baby?” Eddie runs a calloused hand down Steve’s back, slicking through the sweat gathered and cooling there. It sends shivers through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
“Being with a man. Fucking while high. Either, both,” Steve lifts his head from Eddie’s chest and looks him in the eyes, breath catching at the expression he sees there, “does it always feel like this?”
“No, baby. This was not normal,” Eddie cups Steve’s face in his hand, smoothing a now bare finger over his red, swollen lips – rings removed to sleep, “this was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Steve blinks a couple of times, and can’t stop the euphoric smile that overtakes his face, “yeah?” He whispers.
“God yeah, baby,” Eddie leans down to kiss Steve gently, “I wasn't lying. I want to do this again and again. For as long as you want it.”
Steve moans, eyes fluttering at the softness in Eddie’s touch and lips, “please. I want that.”
“Well, we might have to wait a little bit. My refractory time isn't what it used to be,” Eddie jokes, pinching Steve’s ass briefly.
Steve snorts and then moans, “Maybe sleep first,” he mumbles, eyes already trying to close on him – pleasure and the remnants of his high tiring him out.
“Yeah, baby. Sleep is a good idea,” Eddie pulls him closer, rolling onto his back and letting Steve spread himself out on top of him.
Steve breathes everything in, feeling settled and relaxed for the first time since Barb disappeared from his pool. He doesn't know what’s going to happen in the morning, but for once he’s not worrying about it. Eddie Munson has just fucked him six ways from Sunday and he’s too blissed out now.