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Here’s the thing. Steve knows it’s a little bit weird. He knows, okay? Maybe it’s even a lot weird but Steve tries not to be too much of a creep about it, he really does.
The first time he’d realized it was a bit of a thing that he had was when he’d started dating Nancy in junior year. She’d looked at him with a shy smile but there’d been a glint of excitement in her eyes too as she’d whispered “I’ve never done this before” when they were lying on his bed together. The words had fallen from her pretty pink lips, slick and swollen from their shared kisses, like a secret she wasn’t supposed to share with him.
They’d gone straight to Steve’s dick, but it had only been afterwards when Nancy’d been cuddled up to him, her head resting on his chest comfortably, that he’d been willing to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, the thought that he got to be her first had turned him on a lot more than was probably considered normal.
So yeah. Steve might have a little bit of a kink for that. Being someone’s first.
Which is why his brain just about explodes when Eddie Munson, his boyfriend - Steve thinks it’s a little bit funny how the fact that he has a boyfriend now is somehow the least strange thing that’s happened to him in the last couple of years - sits down on his ratty mattress next to Steve, levels him with a flat stare and announces with only the slightest hint of insecurity in his voice: “I’m, uh- I’m kind of a total virgin.”
Oh god, Steve is going to die .
“What? Seriously?” he asks, half unsure if he didn’t just imagine Eddie saying that, wishful thinking and all.
“Yes, Steve ,” Eddie says, drawing out the vowels of his name in exasperation, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m like, super not into girls so it’s not exactly like I’ve had a lot of opportunities to get my mack on around here.”
“Oh,” Steve says dumbly.
“Yeah. ‘Oh’,” Eddie repeats and it’s apparently then that Steve’s dick catches up with the conversation. He can feel it press uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans as it hardens and fuck , he’s gotta be at half mast already just from hearing Eddie say he’s never had sex before.
The words keep replaying in his head like a cassette loop.
Eddie’s a virgin. Eddie Munson , his boyfriend , is a virgin .
Eddie is also still looking at him, visibly more nervous now than before, and Steve realizes that he’s probably expecting him to say something more than just ‘oh’. Oh god, how long has Steve been staring at him while his stupid teenage brain was busy trying not to leak out his ears from horniness?
“That’s- uhm, that’s great,” Steve finally says and it sounds more like a question than anything else. His throat is dry.
Eddie goes from looking insecure to unimpressed in two seconds flat, raising his eyebrows so high they disappear under his frizzy bangs. Steve absentmindedly wonders how hard it would be to convince him to try some of his wheat germ oil and honey conditioner.
“Really, Harrington? It’s ‘great’ that I’m 20 years old and have never even kissed anyone let alone had sex? That’s what you decided to go with?” Eddie scoffs derisively but there’s a barely concealed sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
“That’s not- I didn’t mean- I- That’s not what I meant!” Steve splutters, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He used to be smooth, damn it, what happened to all his charm?
The grin that spreads across Eddie’s face is positively manic and he throws his head back and cackles, loud and unrestrained and beautiful and Steve doesn’t even care that he’s laughing at him, he’s so in love with this man it almost hurts.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, asshole” he grumbles as one of Eddie’s hands falls to his shoulder, holding onto him like he might fall off the bed if he doesn’t. Honestly with how hard he’s laughing Steve is pretty sure that might actually be a very real possibility.
It takes a couple minutes but at some point Eddie finally calms down a bit, wiping mirthful tears from the corners of his eyes. His nose scrunches up a little as he gives Steve a shit eating grin. Steve wants to kiss it off his face so badly.
“Okay but in all seriousness. You’re cool with it? It’s not like, an issue for you? That I’m barely gonna have a clue what I’m doing if we’re gonna do this, I mean,” Eddie asks after a few more quiet snickers, face falling into a slightly more serious expression again.
“No!” Steve says, way too quickly and way too enthusiastically. His cock twitches at the thought of guiding an inexperienced Eddie through a blowjob, those dark doe eyes looking up at him through thick lashes and hell, maybe Eddie would even let him- fuck, Steve is getting ahead of himself.
Eddie squints at him, suspiciously, and Steve can see the exact moment his brain begins to connect the dots. Shit.
“I mean, of course it’s not an issue! I really don’t mind, it’s much more important that you feel comfortable, you know?“ he tries to salvage the conversation before he humiliates himself more than he already has.
But unfortunately for him Eddie is too clever for his own good. For all his insistence that he’s not that smart - “I went through senior year three times , Steve” - Eddie is scarily perceptive and once his brain latches onto a theory he barely ever lets it go until he’s found some sort of evidence to confirm it.
Sure enough, Eddie’s eyes wander down his body as he gnaws on his lower lip, deep in thought, and Steve sees his eyes widen imperceptibly when his gaze drops to where Steve’s half chub is forming a much too obvious tent in his jeans.
“Oh my god,” he says, eyes wide, and his lips curl into a mischievous smile at the corners. Steve is so, so fucked.
“You like it, don’t you?” Eddie asks, fully grinning now, and Steve briefly wonders how likely it is that a gate to the Upside Down is going to open up below them and swallow him whole right now.
Apparently his silence is answer enough for Eddie because he keeps talking, looking every bit like the cat that got the cream.
“You do ! Holy shit, you do! My my, Stevie, I didn’t know you had it in you,” he says gleefully and yep, if that gate could open up any time now, please, Steve would really like to disappear.
“Shut up ,” he whines, mortified, and Eddie giggles.
“What, you didn’t want me to find out that it gets you off, knowing I’m a virgin? You’ve got a thing about being my first, huh? Wanna corrupt me like the untouched fair maiden I am?” Eddie whispers conspiratorially and waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he asks. Steve buries his face in his hands, letting out a muffled whimper. His dick, the damn traitor, gives another twitch at Eddie’s words.
“Aw, c’mon, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, big guy. If it helps, I personally think this only makes you about 70 percent more of a pervert.”
“It doesn’t help.”
“Yeah, I figured. Seriously though, I never would’ve expected King Steve to be a closet freak, dude,” Eddie continues, equal parts teasing and genuine awe, “Then again, I didn’t think you were into guys at all either and now look at where we are. You just keep surprising me, Stevie.”
Steve lets himself flop backwards onto the lumpy mattress, hands still covering his tomato red face. This is the worst. Eddie’s the worst.
“Yeah, well, fuck you,” he says lamely which earns him an amused snort from Eddie. Steve makes a mental note to go get his head checked for another concussion because why the fuck did he just think that noise was cute .
“That was the agenda, yes. Unless you plan on taking mercy on my poor little virgin ass and offering yourself up for a pounding instead,” Eddie grins and Steve blindly reaches for one of the pillows by the headboard to hit Eddie over the head with.
“I hate you,” he intones miserably and Eddie cackles, the sound slightly muffled as the pillow hits him square in the face. Never let it be said that Steve doesn’t have perfect aim.
Eddie puts the thing on his lap and props his elbows up on it, chin resting on his hands as he leans forward towards Steve who’s still lying on the bed with an arm draped over his face now.
“Well now you’re just lying. Stop whining, you big baby, and talk to me,” he says and Steve chances a peak at him from under his arm.
Eddie’s eyes are sparkling with mirth, his pretty pink lips stretched into an amused smile and honestly, Steve can’t be held responsible for what he does next because it’s not his fault that Eddie is so goddamn irresistible.
He surges forward and pulls Eddie in by the collar of his shirt, mashing their lips together in a messy approximation of a kiss. Their teeth clack together and the angle is awkward as all hell but still, he’s finally kissing Eddie and it feels good .
It feels so good, in fact, that when Eddie pulls away from him after a couple of seconds, minutes, hours - who knows how long it’s been, certainly not Steve - he lets out a low groan along with a sound that definitely wasn’t a whine, thank you very much.
A breathless chuckle slips from Eddie’s wet lips and Steve wants to swallow that noise, wants to feel it in the back of his throat and see how it tastes. Eddie sounds so fucked out already and they’ve barely even started, it makes Steve want to do bad things to him.
“Fucking hell, Harrington, they weren’t kidding about you being a good kisser, huh?” Eddie marvels, voice rough. Steve grins at him, choosing not to mention how that definitely wasn’t a good kiss by any means if they’re talking technique. Eddie doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like he has any previous experience to compare it to anyway.
“Who’s ‘they’?” he asks instead which earns him a derisive scoff.
“Oh, I don’t know, only like, the entire student body of Hawkins High,” Eddie replies snappishly but there’s humor in his voice. Steve raises his eyebrows suggestively which is stupid because they literally just made out for a solid five minutes so there’s really no need to play coy but he can’t help it.
“Yeah? Listened to a lot of rumors about me, did ya, Munson?” he croons, getting all up in Eddie’s face again and Eddie smirks.
“Oh yeah,” he says, matching Steve’s playful tone, “Wanna know which one was my favorite?”
“Tell me,” Steve says softly, the words dripping with want because Eddie is looking at him with those hooded eyes, dark and full of desire, and his lips are still slanted in that delightful little grin that makes him look like a smug cat and god, there’s so many things Steve wants to do to this man.
Eddie leans in a little closer so that his mouth is right by Steve’s ear and places a small kiss right there on the shell of it that has Steve struggling to suppress an utterly embarrassing moan.
“Jenny Wilkinson, junior year. Went around for weeks telling everyone who would listen about how you took her upstairs during Madeleine Walker’s birthday party and made her come five times in a row. Five times, Stevie. I didn’t believe it when I first heard it, of course, but I couldn’t help but wonder, y’know?” Eddie’s voice is throaty and dry and he pauses for a second to swallow. They’re so close that Steve can feel his adam’s apple bob against his own skin with the movement. He tries really hard not to shiver at the feeling.
“Couldn’t help but wonder ,” Eddie continues, voice muffled by the skin of Steve’s neck “If maybe she wasn’t lying like everyone said. If maybe you’d really taken her upstairs to some bedroom, laid her out on the mattress and just fucking, I don’t know- rocked her world, I guess. I used to imagine it, can you fucking believe that? Was so fucking pent up that I got off to thinking about Steve Harrington , the goddamn King of Hawkins High, fucking some cheerleader, like a creep . God, I always used to feel so embarrassed afterwards, it was humiliating.”
Steve pulls back just a bit and stares at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He feels hot all over, molten lava racing down his spine making heat spread across his entire body like a wildfire. His dick is achingly hard at this point and he has to consciously resist the urge to grind down against Eddie’s body. He doesn’t want to start humping his thigh like a damn dog, for fuck’s sake. Not yet at least.
“Yeah?“ he asks and fuck , his own voice sounds embarrassingly wrecked already, “What did you imagine, hm? Me eating her pussy? Fucking her with my fingers until she started crying? Or did you think about my cock in her, wishing it was you underneath me instead?”
“ Fucking hell , Harrington. Yes, fuck yes, all of that and so much more,” Eddie groans and his hips twitch ever so slightly. Steve can feel his hard cock press against his own thigh through the layers of their pants like a hot brand.
“Wanted anything you were willing to give me, your tongue, your fingers, your cock. No matter what, I just wanted to fucking feel you inside me so bad.”
Steve’s breath hitches something awful and he thinks he might combust if Eddie keeps talking. And yeah, he might have a thing for the inexperienced innocent ones but this? This is almost better than that. The way Eddie talks about his fantasies like it’s nothing, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to tell Steve about how he imagined getting fucked by him? Yeah, that’s definitely doing it for Steve.
“You know, Munson, you’ve got a pretty filthy mouth for someone who claims to be a virgin. Something’s not adding up here. Care to share?” Steve says it like it’s a joke because it is but he’s also genuinely curious where Eddie got all that from, so sue him.
“Again with the virgin thing, you little perv.”
Steve goes to protest but Eddie cuts him off with a chuckle.
“How about this, Harrington. You tell me why you’ve got such a thing for that and I ’ll tell you why my mouth is as dirty as it is. Sound like a deal?“
Steve pouts, considering his options. On one hand, he really is curious but on the other, he’s not too keen on letting Eddie in on the deeper workings of his horny teenaged subconscious, lest he’d be ruthlessly mocked for it by his boyfriend’s sharp tongue.
Fuck it. He’s got nothing to lose but his dignity.
“It’s- it’s about setting the bar high,” he mumbles, after a few seconds of careful consideration. Eddie tilts his head to the side and looks at him quizzically.
“What, like, you just like showing someone a good time? That’s it? No big thing about getting to corrupt and taint an untouched little darling like myself?”
Steve winces at the words like he’s been caught because he has, of course it’s about that, he just didn’t want to admit it, obviously, and Eddie’s eyes narrow.
“Harrington. It is about that, isn’t it? You fucker, did you really just try to pull that-“
Steve cuts him off with a groan, one part humiliation and another frustration. Fine. If Eddie wants to know so badly, he’ll talk. He’ll make Eddie regret he ever asked.
“You know what? Yeah, fine, it’s about that. It’s about the fact that I know exactly how to touch someone to make them scream and cry for me. It’s about how I love learning someone’s weaknesses and all the good spots to touch and lick and bite to make them see stars and about how it’s so much better with someone who’s got no experience because the noises they make are always so good,” he explains, half rambling, voice getting rougher with every passing word as he talks himself up into a frenzy. Eddie’s eyes are wide and dark and so, so hungry. Steve wants to satiate that hunger more than he’s ever wanted to do anything else. So he keeps going.
“I like knowing I’m the first one who’ll ever get to touch you like this, I get to have the privilege of showing you just how good someone else can make you feel and I can’t wait to make you see stars so often you become fucking addicted to it - to me. Eddie, baby, I’m gonna get you so hooked on me you’ll never even want to leave your bed again, I mean it,” he finishes off his embarrassing little ramble, chest heaving and breath coming out in short little huffs that ghost over Eddie’s sharp cheek bones like a cool autumn breeze.
“Holy shit,” Eddie whispers after what feels like a small eternity of stunned silence, “How are you so fucking hot?”
“Years of practice,” Steve says, cracking a dumb little smile that cuts through the palpable tension between them like a hot knife. Eddie laughs.
“Of course, how could I ever forget? King Steve, fantasy material of many, deflowerer of even more,” he says, face sporting a solemn expression so convincing that it’s only betrayed by his sarcastic tone and the sparkle of amusement in his eyes. It’s dorky and definitely shouldn’t be endearing but it’s Eddie so of course it is. At least to Steve.
“Mhm, you know it, baby. And you’re about to become a part of those many. Aren’t you a lucky man?” Steve purposefully lets his voice drop an octave on the last sentence just to see what it does to Eddie and is promptly rewarded by a deep flush spreading on his boyfriend’s face.
It’s fun, making Eddie blush, Steve decides. He revels in the sight of it, greedily takes in the way his cheeks turn a very flattering shade of dusty pink, his ears and nose following suit. Cute.
“The luckiest,” Eddie whispers into his ear after taking a moment to compose himself and lean closer into Steve’s space again.
There’s a beat of silence that passes between them and then their lips are getting well acquainted with each other for the second time that evening though Steve would like to add that there’s decidedly more coordination and technique involved this time. At least on his part. Eddie’s still a bit clumsy about it but that’s okay because he doesn’t have any experience with this sort of thing, Steve’s brain helpfully reminds him, so he’s allowed to not know what he’s doing.
Steve is barely able to fight down a full body shudder at the reminder.
When he lets his tongue slip between Eddie’s lips properly this time he’s rewarded with a muffled little sound that he promptly files away in a box in his brain specifically labeled “Noises I can get Eddie (my boyfriend!) to make” for later examination. He’s kind of starting to feel a little more hot under the collar than is comfortable.
As if on cue, Eddie pulls away from him just barely, heaving a ragged gasp before hastily demanding: “Clothes. Off. Now.”
And really, who is Steve to deny him anything, especially a request like that?
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“It was porn mags, by the way,” Eddie says after they’ve finished cleaning up as best as they can, a freshly lit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he traces circles around Steve’s belly button absentmindedly.
“Huh?” Steve asks, intelligent as ever, because he has no idea what Eddie is talking about.
“Our deal. You told me all about your little corruption thing-“
“It’s not about corruption,” Steve whines, futilely because he knows that this is a battle he’s never going to be winning.
Eddie side eyes him with a lazy grin, lips curling around the smoke in his mouth in a way that is entirely too sexy for Steve to be thinking about so soon after sex, teenage refractory period be damned.
“Sure, whatever, you told me all about your little thing that has absolutely nothing to do with corrupting virgins, so I’m holding up my end of the deal, obviously, because I’m a man of my word,” he says loftily and takes another drag of his Marlboro.
It finally clicks in Steve’s head. In his defense, his brain still feels a bit mushy after everything that happened in the past hour.
“Oh, you mean that- You got your dirty talk from a magazine, seriously?” he tries not to sound too judgmental but come on. Seriously?
Eddie crosses his arms defensively but he’s not actually offended. Steve can tell because he’s still grinning.
“I’ll have you know it was a very good magazine, Harrington,” he says, trying not to laugh.
“I’m sure it was. Man, you couldn’t even rent a movie or anything? That’s what I did before I started… you know.”
“Fucking your way through the entire school?” Eddie suggests and Steve hits his arm lightly.
“Ouch,” Eddie says drily and Steve hits him again, a bit harder this time.
“Fuck you,” he says and Eddie cackles.
“You just did, Steve-o.”
“You’re the worst,” Steve groans long-sufferingly but they both know he doesn’t mean that.
“I don’t know why you’re complaining, you’re the one who got off on my Advocate Men dirty talk, Harrington,” Eddie says and Steve does not hit him a third time because he’s a good boyfriend, okay?
“Is that the na- you know what, I don’t even want to know. I can’t even tell which one of us this is more embarrassing for, you or me,” he muses and Eddie snorts so hard a bit of smoke comes out of his nose. The fact that he doesn’t immediately start coughing says a lot about his smoking habits.
“Listen, Stevie-boy, you’re dating the biggest loser in all of Hawkins right now, you better get used to ‘embarrassing’ real quick or this isn’t gonna work out well,” Eddie says, overdramatic as usually but Steve knows he’s joking. He hopes he’s joking, at least. He’s definitely joking.
“Well, I’m kind of a huge loser too so…” he trails of and grins when Eddie gives him a genuine smile and wraps an arm around him, stubbing out his cigarette against the headboard and flicking it vaguely in the direction of the dirty ashtray on his nightstand.
“That’s perfect,” Eddie says through a yawn and buries his face in Steve’s neck. “That means we can be losers together.”
Steve smiles up at the ceiling, a giddy feeling settling in his stomach like a swarm of satisfied butterflies or a warm slice of apple pie or- Steve isn’t really good at analogies. Whatever. It’s a nice feeling.
“Yeah,” he says quietly and lets one of his hands come to rest on Eddie’s bony shoulder. “Yeah, we can do that.”
Steve’s been through a lot of shit in the last four years, more shit than he’d ever imagined he’d have to deal with. There were so many times when he thought that things might never get better for him and maybe a part of him still thinks that.
But now? He glances down at Eddie who’s already half asleep, cuddled tightly against his chest and snoring softly. Now Steve has a lot of reasons to think that maybe, just maybe his life isn’t going to be terrible forever.
He doesn’t even have any nightmares that night.