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Eddie is antsy. They've been at this clearing for a few hours now, preparing for the big fight against this Vecna creature. Unfortunately, everything that needs to be done was finished about an hour ago, and Eddie has been left with nothing to do except spiral over everything that could possibly go wrong with their plan. It makes him anxious, and he isn't able to sit still for more than a couple of seconds at a time before he's up and about again.
He eventually finds himself pacing around, walking circles around the RV in an attempt to mitigate some of the nervous energy buzzing under his skin. He's gotten a few worried looks from the couple of people sitting outside still, but he ignores them, knows that there's nothing that can really be done about this until it's time to go and he can focus on what needs to be done.
Eddie's making another pass behind the RV when a hand grabs his jacket and pulls, and he yelps.
"Shush! Come on."
It takes a second for Eddie to realize that the hand and voice both belong to Steve, who is hauling him away from the camper and towards the edge of the woods.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, and Steve glances back at him.
"We need to talk. Privately."
Oh. Shit. Eddie has no idea what to expect as he follows along. Is Steve pissed at him? Has he done something so egregious to kill the comradery that had blossomed between them in the Upside Down?
Steve pulls him about twenty feet into the woods, close enough still that they can look back and see the RV, but far enough away that the others won't be able to find them at first glance. Steve releases Eddie's jacket and turns to face him, hands propped on his hips like a stern parent.
"I know you're nervous," he says, which is kind of an understatement, "but I need you to calm down. It's affecting everyone else in a bad way." Something about the accusation frustrates Eddie, sparks that nervous energy into something angrier.
"I don't know what you expect me to do, man," Eddie responds, throwing his arms out to the sides as he starts pacing again. "You guys are used to all of this shit going on, but I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. Still trying to come to terms with the fact that we may not even come out of this alive, so I apologize if I walk around a little so I don't tear my fucking hair out."
Steve is irritatingly calm as he watches Eddie. "I get that, but you gotta do something else, dude. Pacing around the camper is just fucking up everyone else."
Eddie groans and scrubs his hands over his face. "What do you want me to do, Steve? Fuckin'— jumping jacks or something??"
"I don't know. What do you normally do when you need to, like, get rid of energy?"
It's been days of Eddie running on very little food and sleep, which is the only possible explanation for why he says what he says next.
"Jack off, usually." He freezes in place, but before he can even begin to be mortified, Steve shrugs and says "So do that."
Eddie scoffs, more on instinct than anything else. "Out here? In the woods with a gaggle of children within visual range? Yeah, right."
"They can't see out this far. Plus there's pretty good tree coverage," Steve says with an eye roll. He steps closer but Eddie pays it no mind because he's too baffled by the fact that Steve Harrington is telling him to masturbate. Eddie's mouth starts running again without permission, needing to fill the space and distract from the sudden anxiety that flushes through his system.
"Even if, god forbid, I entertain this plan, there's no way I can— that I'll be able to get it up. After Chrissy and— and fucking Jason trying to kill me, and almost drowning in the lake—"
Eddie is still trying to justify why Steve's idea is horrible when a hand slips around the back of his neck and pulls him forward. His brain instantly goes offline, every thought falling silent so suddenly that it takes him a second to realize— Steve is kissing him.
Steve is kissing him.
Unfortunately, Eddie isn't able to scrounge up enough brain cells to kiss Steve back before the other boy is pulling away. "Sorry," Steve mutters as he leans back a little, though his hand stays where it is, "you just got really panicked really fast and I needed to shut you up."
"You can shut me up whenever, wherever," is Eddie's brainless response, and Steve chuckles. God, his smile really is like sunshine breaking through the clouds.
"Glad to know that was okay with you." Steve scratches lightly at the nape of Eddie's neck, pulling a shudder from him. "As far a your concerns, do you think you might find it easier if I… help you out?"
Eddie blinks, his breath catching in his chest because— is Steve offering what Eddie thinks he's offering? Is this for real?
"Are you— Is that something you're, uh. Willing to do?"
Steve shrugs. "Yeah? I mean, you're hot, so it wouldn't exactly be a hardship."
Eddie's eyes raise towards the heavens as he tries to reconcile with what's happening. Steve Harrington kissed him, called him hot, and is actively propositioning him. It's like every fantasy he's had since he was seventeen is suddenly coming true.
Steve squeezes his neck and Eddie's knees go weak at the firm grip. He nods, feeling a bit dumb with eagerness.
"Yeah?" Steve asks, and Eddie swallows hard.
"Yeah. Okay. But I'm warning you that I haven't showered in like, three days, man."
"You say that like I'm not also currently covered in grime. Just— relax. Go with it."
Eddie nods and then Steve is kissing him again, deeper than the last one. He's quicker to go along with it this time but still tries to restrain himself a little as he kisses back. His hands land on Steve's sides, but he jerks them away when Steve breaks the kiss with a soft hiss.
"Shit, your bites. I totally forgot—"
"It's okay, Eddie. Let's just…" Steve takes Eddie's wrists and guides them to settle on his shoulders. Eddie squeezes reflexively and Steve smiles before he leans in again. He continues like nothing happened and Eddie relaxes, glad that he hadn't really done anything to add to Steve's pain.
Steve is really good at kissing. Eddie doesn't think he should be surprised by that fact, but there's a difference between hearing girls chittering about Steve Harrington's skills, and actually being on the receiving end of them. Steve is confident in every move, shows no hesitation when he swipes his tongue over Eddie's lower lip before pushing it into his mouth.
Steve's hands move down to grab his hips, and fuuuck, Eddie loves the feeling of those big paws on him. He's tugged forward a bit as Steve grinds their hips together, pulling a low moan from both of them. Eddie breaks the kiss, his head tipping back against the tree as Steve guides him, their dicks rubbing together lazily through their pants.
Steve leans in and presses a sucking kiss to Eddie's neck, teeth scraping over his Adam's apple and Jesus H. Christ, he didn't know he'd be sensitive there. Eddie gasps a "Fuck, Steve—" and his hips jerk forward. He feels weak, knows that he'd probably be on the ground if not for the tree at his back and Steve's big hands holding him up. Thumbs dig into Eddie's hips as Steve tugs him closer, encouraging Eddie to rut against him again and again until his hips are steadily moving on their own accord.
"That's it, Eddie," Steve mutters as he glances down, watching as Eddie basically humps him. "Take what you need, baby."
Baby. Fuckin' baby.
Eddie's going to lose his goddamn mind. He grinds forward as his hands push into Steve's hair, pulling him in to another desperate kiss that Steve gladly returns. Eddie thinks he could easily come like this, completely surrounded by Steve, every sense honed in on the man before him.
The thought is derailed when Steve groans a "Shit. Wanna fuck you," into Eddie's mouth and Eddie shudders, a gasp escaping him as he nods.
"Fuck yeah, yes, please."
Steve doesn't waste a second asking if Eddie's sure. He simply turns Eddie around and pushes between his shoulders, leaning him forward so his chest is resting against the tree.
"Hold this," Steve says as he presses something into Eddie's hand. Eddie looks down to see a tube of generic lube and can't help his incredulous laugh at the sight of it.
"Where the actual fuck did you get this? Pick it up at the War Zone?"
"Found it in a drawer in the RV bedroom," Steve corrects as he pushes Eddie's pants and boxers down to rest below the slight swell of his ass. "I was bored, and nosy."
"Steve Harrington, lube thief," Eddie grins, and Steve laughs. He squeezes some of the lube onto Steve's fingers when he asks, and it's barely a moment later that one is rubbing over the rim of his asshole. He gasps but tries to stay relaxed as Steve pushes it inside, and the boy doesn't wait too long before he's adding another.
"Good?" Steve asks as he scissors Eddie open, and Eddie nods. His temple rubs against rough bark and he's suddenly reminded that they're doing this outside, in the fucking woods, maybe 200 feet from five other people.
It's fucking thrilling.
Eddie bites down on a groan as Steve slips a third finger into his ass, the stretch just on the right side of painful. Steve's fingers are thick, and longer than his own, reaching places that Eddie can only really get to with a toy. Eddie pushes back into it, silently encouraging Steve as he twists his fingers, as he steadily stretches Eddie open.
"Seems like you know what you're doing," Eddie quips, trying to ground himself somehow, needing to fill the silence. "Done this before?"
"Couple of times," Steve replies. "Not with a guy, but I figured the mechanics are the same."
Eddie huffs a laugh before Steve bumps against his prostate, pulling a strangled noise from him. "Fuck, okay, I'm ready. Fuck me, please." Steve hums and Eddie shudders when he pulls his fingers out and wipes them over his hole. Jesus Christ.
Steve takes a step back and Eddie can hear the sound of clothes ruffling, of a zipper being pulled. He shudders in anticipation when Steve presses close again, one burning hand moving to rest on Eddie's hip. Something nudges against his asshole and Steve asks a soft "Ready?" Eddie nods, takes a deep inhale, and when he breathes out Steve presses inside.
Fuck, he's big. Clearly the high school gossip wasn't all fictional, and Eddie wishes he'd gotten a proper look at it before they got started. Wishes he'd had the chance to get on his knees and taste it. Maybe Steve will let him once this is all over, once everything is back to normal.
It takes a minute of slow, steady pushing, but eventually Steve grunts as his hips meet Eddie's ass. "Fuck, Eddie, you're so tight. Feel so perfect, baby."
Something like elation bubbles up in Eddie's chest, and he can't help the laugh that slips from him. Steve brushes a lock of hair from his face and leans in. "Eddie?" he asks, and Eddie giggles. He looks over his shoulder at Steve as he grins.
"Sorry, just— I just realized that, even if the plan goes to shit, at least now I won't die a virgin."
Steve frowns, his one hand tightening on Eddie's hip as he gives an admonishing "Eddie—" but Eddie just shakes his head.
"Getting dicked down by the hottest guy I know is not something I'm upset about, Steve. Just— Let me enjoy this, yeah? Let me have one good thing before we have to deal with all of the bullshit."
Steve huffs and grabs the lube from Eddie's hand. Eddie hisses as he pulls out, and there's a brief moment where all he can hear is the click of the cap and a wet noise before Steve is pushing back in. The glide is easier this time, the extra lube slicking the way.
"Can't believe your first time is in the fucking woods," Steve mutters, hands grabbing Eddie's hips and holding on, giving him barely a second to adjust before he starts a slow pace. Eddie groans, the drag against his insides sending sparks along his spine.
"Better in the woods with you than— fuck— in a back alley with some random stranger," Eddie replies, breath catching as Steve's dick rubs over his prostate. Steve hums and leans forward until Eddie is pressed between his chest and the tree as he steadily speeds up.
It's good, so fucking good, and Eddie can't stop the noises that spill from his mouth. He normally has more control than this — growing up in a trailer with paper-thin walls means making as little noise as possible when jacking off — but the way Steve feels, the way his dick fills Eddie up perfectly makes it nearly impossible to keep quiet.
Steve doesn't seem to mind, if his "That's it, Eddie. So good, baby," is anything to go by. He snaps his hips forward, pulling a string of moans from Eddie who is basically just hanging on for dear life at this point. Unable to do anything but take what Steve is giving him.
Fuck, there's no way Eddie is going to last. He can already feel the coil tightening in his gut and every thrust from Steve only twists it tighter.
Steve presses a kiss to his neck before he sucks on the skin, his hips never stopping as he fucks into Eddie over and over. Eddie hopes he leaves a mark, hopes that he'll have something he can see in mirror to remind himself that this was real, that this actually happened. Thinks he might get his wish when Steve bites into the meat of his neck and holyfuckshit.
Eddie finds himself suddenly teetering on the edge and manages to gasp a "Close— Steve, please—"
Steve understands, slips a hands around to grab Eddie's dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take long; Steve's hand is big and warm, and all he needs is a few thrusts right against his prostate before he falls apart, cum spilling over Steve's fingers. Steve doesn't stop; he fucks Eddie through his orgasm and right to the verge of overstimulation, each snap of his hips getting quicker and less controlled.
"Fuck, gonna come," Steve breathes, hands tight on Eddie's hips. Eddie could care less about the cum that's surely seeping into the fabric of his jeans. He can only focus on the feeling of Steve moving in him, his brain on the verge of overloading as Steve fucks into him harder.
"Yeah, come in me, please, Steve—"
Eddie must have found the magic words, because Steve presses closer, face pushing into Eddie's shoulder to muffle his moan as he thrusts two, three more times before he grinds deep. Eddie swears he can feel it, can feel Steve pumping him full, hips twitching where they're pressed to Eddie's ass.
"Holy shit," Steve breathes as he leans back, still panting from the exertion or the high of a good orgasm. They both groan when Steve pulls out, and Eddie is completely boneless where he leans against the tree, definitely not ready to step away from the support. Especially when he feels a thumb rubbing over his hole, only for a second before it pushes into him.
Eddie gasps a "Shit, Steve," and Steve responds with a soft apology as he pulls it back out. He helps Eddie turn around then takes over fixing Eddie's pants back into place when his own hands shake too much. Then he steps back, leaving some space between them as he wipes his hands on his pants, the motion more anxious than it seems at first glance.
"So, uh. Think that got some of your nervous energy out?"
Something about the question is odd. Combine that with the way Steve is suddenly fidgeting like he's nervous, and Eddie has a bit of a light bulb moment. Because Eddie's heard things about Steve Harrington.
Because for every giggle about Steve being a good kisser, for every rumor about Steve having a big dick, there's also whispers about Steve being clingy. About how he's fun for a while but gets needy fast, and it's better to just cut and run before you find yourself smothered.
Eddie quickly decides that he wants nothing more than to be smothered, and he reaches out to grab Steve's hand. "I dunno," he says, trying to keep his voice light as he tugs Steve close once again. "Might need you to keep an eye on me, you know? Stay ready in case you need to calm me down again. Think you're up for it?"
Steve gives him another one of those sunshine smiles as he presses Eddie back against the tree trunk. "Yeah, I think I can handle that." He kisses Eddie again, the softest one yet, and Eddie sighs into it.
It doesn't last long, because a voice calls from nearby, "Steve? Eddie? You guys good out there?"
Steve grins and calls back "Yeah, were good! Just getting Eddie to do some jumping jacks!" making Eddie cackle in laughter. They share one more quick kiss between them before they decide it's time to head back. If they keep holding hands until they reach the tree line, well. It's for them to know, it's their moment to cling to until this nightmare is over.