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“I missed you,” Jonathan breathed out, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. He and Steve’s mouths crashed together hungrily, and Steve continued the motion by licking down the column of Jonathan’s throat. He whined a little at the sensation, but Steve wasn’t done. He pressed his nose against the wet skin and pinched some between his teeth before committing to sucking down on it hard. He bit and sucked at the skin until Jonathan’s fist in his hair wrenched him off, and Steve smiled at the feeling.
“I missed you too.” Steve said slowly, thinking dulled by the grip Jonathan had on him. There was something about Jonathan’s subtle strength that really got him going. Jonathan looked away to take another hit of his joint, and Steve took a deep breath when Jonathan’s hand finally released him. He loved to be pulled around, but with Jonathan back home, he recalled how much he truly missed the threat of being truly overpowered.
“Did you lovebirds already forget I was here?” Eddie asked from the bed, voice confident but leg shaking with nerves. Steve had asked him just a few days out of the hospital if he wanted to come see why Jonathan mattered so much, and after they’d kissed in front of him, Eddie quietly asked if he could watch some more. They started slowly with some grinding and kissing, but then Jonathan whispered to him that he should kiss Eddie too, and now they’re here.
“Never.” Steve said with a purr. He might not be the brightest bulb, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t the most capable bachelor no matter the gender of his partner. He turned to Eddie and slid down next to him on the bed, face hot and dick hard. Eddie was attractive in a way that made Steve’s toes curl and that was easy to admit. He pressed his hand against Eddie’s cleanshaven jaw and leaned in for a kiss. Kissing Jonathan sometimes felt like an endless battle for dominance- and he loved the dance- but kissing Eddie always felt like kissing someone he should be honored to kiss.
Nance felt like that a little bit, but in a way that made him feel like giving into anything she asked for, completely hers for the taking. Kissing Eddie felt like he ought to be on his hands and knees worshipping him, licking along the inside of his thighs and taking a swat without making a peep. Jonathan scooted up from behind and pressed his warm chest against Steve’s back, and he felt Jonathan’s hand come to rest on the side of his own unmarred neck. Jonathan, ever the watcher, was open about how much he loved seeing them kiss. It wasn’t a cheating thing really, but more the idea that he was allowing Steve to have some fun every now and again. Jonathan leaned down and bit Steve’s skin gently, but Steve remained committed to licking every inch of Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie’s still-ringed hand ran up and down Steve’s hairy thigh, playing with the hem of his tight briefs lazily. Steve liked how casual Eddie seemed when it came to sex, and when paired with Jonathan’s overly touchiness, Steve often came within mere minutes. He wasn’t embarrassed about it really, but he often fought to try and keep things going as long as he could stand. Eddie wasn’t one to keep edging though, and as Jonathan pulled his briefs down with a familiar rush, Steve knew that he wouldn’t last long tonight either.
“Can I- Can I suck you off?” Eddie asked breathlessly. Jonathan- who was somehow still finding time to smoke- put his joint out in the ashtray with a haste Steve rarely got to see and returned back with a rosy face.
“You can suck me off, of course, fuck.” Steve said, leaning against Jonathan the minute he came back within reach. He could feel the throb of Jonathan through his boxers as he pressed against Steve again, and this motivated him to all but rip his own underwear off. His dick was warm and pink between his sweaty thighs, hard and heavy as Eddie sank down to his knees before him. He took a moment, eyes burning into Steve’s, to pull his hair up, hair tie caught between his kiss-wet lips. The look was so erotic that Steve had to turn away, attention focused instead on the feeling of Jonathan kissing along the line of his shoulders.
“Steve.” Eddie said then, voice low with want. He glanced back down to Eddie, who opened his mouth and licked the underside of his cock without further ado. The sensation of his metal tongue piercing and the wet warmth of his saliva made Steve shiver against Jonathan, but Eddie spared no time in playing around. He started with the tip before sinking down further, hands braced on Steve’s thighs with a bruising grip. Steve bit his lip and closed his eyes, electing to turn against Jonathan while Eddie sucked his cock like a goddamn champ. Steve caught the overwhelming scent of weed and the familiar woody tang of Jonathan, and it eased him enough to put a hand in Eddie’s fucked up hair and hold on for dear life.
It was easy to forget just how much experience Eddie had until he was on his knees sucking cock like he was born to do it. His brow glittered with sweat from the effort, his eyes closed, his cheeks hallowed out, and throat working in a way that felt so sexual Steve that could hardly believe he was allowed to look. The burning coil in the pit of his stomach tightened and he gasped as Eddie sunk all the way down, taking all of him in one fluid motion. He pulled Eddie’s hair with one hand and felt his fingernails cut into Jonathan’s arm with the other. He didn’t even remember grabbing Jonathan, but he could feel the thrust of Jonathan grinding against him through all the layered sensations.
Eddie deep-throated him one more time before he came with a graceless keen, whimpering into Jonathan as the blinding rush of endorphins rolled through him. Jonathan panted like a fucking dog and Eddie swallowed the little bit that landed in his mouth. Steve shakily pulled himself free from Jonathan’s grinding before flopping onto the unused vastness of Eddie’s mattress. He turned and watched as Jonathan all but jumped Eddie in his attempt to lick Steve’s remaining cum off of his mouth. They kissed sloppily for a minute, and Steve smiled as Jonathan devoured Eddie with an air of power that Steve knew could awaken the worst in anyone who got to experience it.
He’s not sure when he passed out, but he knew that he known for his bad habit of sleeping right after sex by everyone, so he didn’t worry about it too much. He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed (he normally did after sex) and delighted by the sight of Jonathan and Eddie asleep on one another, both looking a little like they’d gotten into a fight with a wild animal. He pulled one of Eddie’s shitty old quilts over them before making way for the bathroom.
He’d showered in Eddie’s bathroom before, but not like this. He remembered when he first told Eddie about him, Jonathan, and Nancy’s weird relationship. He’d laughed at first, because really, that was the last thing he would expect to hear from Steve Harrington. He seemed hellbent on trying to get him and Nancy back together, and as much as Steve loved Nancy, he knew that what they had wasn’t healthy. Not that any of this was better, but at least Steve was living life like he wanted to. He and Jonathan fucked, Jonathan and Nancy fucked, and when the time was right, sometimes Nancy and himself fucked. Now, Steve wanted to fuck Eddie. Simple as that.
Romance was a hard, confusing thing between them all, and while Steve knew that they were all heading toward something serious, all he knew for sure was that he couldn’t imagine love without them there. Also, it seemed that Nancy and Robin had their own thing going too, so what was stopping the boys from having their own fun?
So, the boys had their fun. Steve got Eddie to himself for a minute there, but he’d known that Jonathan wouldn’t be able to contain himself when he realized the opportunity, and he was happy to be right. He turned the shower on and felt the warm water wash over him with a grin.
If their whole world is fucked, then he supposed there was no use in shame for the wild choices they were all making. You only live once, or something like that. Their lives had been tested over and over again by things that didn’t make any fucking sense, so what was a little experimental excitement in the face of it all? Steve knew that he loved these people, and when the sex was like that, he’d be crazy to turn it away.