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Eddie lazily brings his cigarette to the ashtray on his bedside table, the deafening beat of his favourite songs filling his ears. He flips through some dirty magazines he keeps hidden under his mattress, stopping a few times with a satisfied smirk, feeling his trousers tighten up after a little while.
He usually spent his nights like that when Wayne left for work. Propped up against the headboard of his bed, listening to music and doing whatever he wanted. Most of the time he just smoke a bit, maybe had a drink or two and rubbed one out to the image of some pretty boy on his knees in front of him.
It was a routine he truly didn't mind following.
He sighs as he finishes the cigarette, crushing the remaining part of it into the glass ashtray. He snakes a hand down his chest and stomach into his jeans, cursing at himself for not changing into something more comfortable when he got home. His fingers brush against his hard-on, causing him to let out a low groan, already feeling worked up.
He quickly unbuttons his pants and slides his hand under the elastic of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his length. A pleased hum leaves his lips as he gives it a few beginning strokes. It's a little rough but he doesn't mind, it's just enough for him. He licks his lips, his half lidded eyes locked onto the faces in the magazine he has in his hand.
Eddie narrows his eyes. One of the many men there looks so... familiar, and yet he can't put his finger on it. He frowns to himself as his wrist picks up its pace, pulling a whine out of him.
The guy on the page he is focused on has well kept brown hair styled in a cute little swoop, a few freckles scattered all over his body, teary honey brown eyes, full pink lips and brows, prominent cheek bones... Eddie thinks he has seen him before.
But he knows that is impossible, it's just a model. Maybe that's why he thinks he has seen him, probably in a different magazine.
He continues for a little bit, soon enough feeling the familiar warmth bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut as the magazine falls to the floor with a thud, his now free hand moving up to cover his eyes to give him more space for his imagination, the darkness helping his brain focus.
The man flicks his wrist in a way he likes the most, imagining himself standing over the pretty boy in the magazine, his tongue rolled out and waiting for Eddie to finish on his gorgeous face. Eddie's moans get louder as he nears his orgasm, his hips bucking up into his fist.
His eyes shoot open when he hears a knock on the front trailer door, loud enough for him to hear over the music playing from his stereo, and he frowns. He shakes his head, wanting to ignore it, so he continues but the two knocks that follow the one from before force him to tuck himself back into his pants, pause his music and get out of bed.
"For fuck's sake."
He mumbles lowly as he strolls over to the door, swinging it open angrily, ready to cuss out the person that dared to interrupt his alone time. His expression immediately softens once he sees who had knocked.
"Oh, Harrington, what are you doing here?"
He asks in confusion, standing in the door of the trailer stiffly, trying not to pay attention to the fact that he is still painfully hard and hoping the other man can't see it. Steve rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting away from Eddie's, feeling awkward but knowing he does not want to just leave after all the effort he put into coming here.
"Hi, I uh... I don't wanna bother you but... is it okay if I stay for a little bit?"
He says, looking back up at Eddie with an awkward smile spreading across his face. The older man stares for a good few seconds, processing what has been said to him before realizing he should probably answer. He quickly nods his head, stepping aside to let Steve come inside the trailer.
"Oh, yeah, definitely, come on in man."
He says quickly and Steve nods his head, pressing his lips into a thin line as he runs up the few steps and slips inside. He sighs once the door closes behind him, taking off his shoes and jacket, hanging it up. He hums, leaving his upper body in only a yellow sweater.
The inside of the trailer is warm, a nice contrast to the cold temperature outside.
Eddie slowly comes up beside him, collecting a few beer bottles and empty cigarette boxes off the floor.
"Ignore the mess, I wasn't really... expecting company."
Eddie laughs as he makes his way into the kitchen, setting the bottles down onto the counter and throwing everything else into the trash bin. He hears Steve say a faint "It's fine." as he sits on the couch, his head resting in his hands. Eddie leans back to look at him and frowns to himself, soon returning with a few brand new bottles for them to enjoy.
He plops down next to Steve and hisses, noting that he still hasn't calmed down from what he was doing earlier. He looks over at the younger man with a raised eyebrow when he doesn't take the bottle he is offering, leaning forward to look at his face better.
"Dude, is everything okay?"
He asks and Steve quickly looks up, sighing once he sees the concern in Eddie's doll eyes.
He knows how kind Eddie actually is, despite everyone still calling him a freak and a murder, Steve knows he is not either of those things. He's odd to the general public, sure, not your typical twenty year old, but he is Eddie. He is a selfless, goofy kind of guy. Steve wouldn't have come if he wasn't sure Eddie would let him come in and cool off.
But he did know.
Eddie is just like that, he always puts others before himself and makes sure everyone is okay before he even considers checking in on his own feelings.
"I... I don't know.."
He mumbles while reaching for the beer that Eddie is still offering him, swiftly opening it with his belt buckle. He takes a few long sips, noticing that Eddie is still looking at him with the same concerned look on his face. He glances back at him, sighing yet again.
"What happened?"
Eddie asks, a careful hand coming up to rest on Steve's shoulder. He feels like he has to help Steve, in whatever way the other would allow or want him to, he can't just let the younger suffer through whatever was or is happening to him. No matter how silly or serious it could be. He gives him a gentle squeeze, smiling as warmly as he can manage to make the other man feel as comfortable as possible.
Steve frowns a little. He feels a little guilty, just coming over unannounced and not even being able to tell Eddie what happened to him without a lump forming in his throat. He takes another sip before he clears his throat.
"I don't wanna... really... think about it... sorry."
He says, feeling genuinely sorry for not being able to explain himself or anything that is happening. It's not like he doesn't want to or that he doesn't trust Eddie, he does, he wholeheartedly does. Eddie is one of the not so many people Steve trusts with his life, since, he had to do that a few months back anyway. He knows he can tell Eddie anything and everything and the other man would take it to the grave if he told him to.
It's just that talking about the constant shit his parents put him through, while being in his twenties, genuinely pissed him off every time he even thought about it and the never-ending arguments they got into were making him feel worse and worse.
But Eddie gives his shoulder yet another reassuring squeeze, the warm and inviting smile never leaving his face.
"Oh no no, don't apologize, it's completely fine, whatever is comfy for you, man."
He says as he leans back into the couch, his hand falling from Steve's shoulder. He takes a swig of his beer and Steve finds himself missing the warm touch, but he ignores it.
They stay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, staring into space as they drink their beers, quickly finishing the bottles but opening new ones in no time.
Steve notices he is calm, surprisingly. Maybe it's the alcohol getting to him already, but he feels at peace. After days of countless arguments he finally feels like he can breathe freely. Maybe it is thanks to Eddie, his caring nature always made Steve feel somewhat comforted.
"Want a... hug?"
Eddie suddenly asks and Steve looks over, his chest tightening.
He was used to not hugging his friends, even if he felt like it would make everything better he had never even dared to ask for one in fear of being called names. It all changed when he met Eddie though, Eddie is an affectionate guy that shows his love for others through touching them and overall being with them, and to be completely honest, Steve doesn't mind it one bit.
He shyly nods, turning his body to face Eddie better. The older man smiles and lifts the arm closest to Steve, making space.
"Come here."
He gestures towards himself and Steve smiles wider, snuggling into the man's side almost immediately.
Most people would say it's weird, for two guys to just casually cuddle and be affectionate with one another, but Steve doesn't care, they aren't around other people. Whenever Eddie hugged him they were either alone or with Robin and the kids, and Steve knows they were the last people to even think something like that.
Eddie's hugs make him feel better. As if that is all it ever took for him to be happy.
As if Eddie is all he ever needed.
Steve frowns softly to himself, he's thinking nonsense again.
He peers up after a few seconds of just holding onto Eddie and the older man holding him close, watching Eddie's Adam's apple as he swallows while drinking, the way his fingers wrap around the body of bottle, the metal rings clincking against the glass, his hair framing his face nicely but still a mess, those scars on his face and neck that match the ones on the rest of his body.
Steve has those too, on his stomach and neck, and as embarrassed he is because of them, this makes him feel better, knowing he isn't alone.
He doesn't even realize he is staring until Eddie glances down at him, meeting his eyes, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk.
"That's better, isn't it?"
He laughs and looks back up. Steve feels his heart skip a beat. The beer is slowly getting to him, no doubt, it must be, it's the only explanation. And he would be embarrassed if the older man's presence wasn't clouding his mind already, not giving him a chance to think about being embarrassed of getting drunk on a couple of beers.
It's a little odd, Steve never felt like this towards any of his friends before, but he assumes that is just what having to trust someone with your life does to you.
Eddie moves his hand up and down Steve's arm, warmth spreading all throughout the younger man's body. Steve hums, feelings nice.
Eddie sighs after a second or two.
"I'm great, I know."
He jokes but Steve can't find it in him to laugh or make some sort of snarky remark like he usually would.
He just keeps staring.
Staring at the way the corners of Eddie's mouth curl into the smile Steve has come to look forward to seeing, his long eyelashes and sparkly eyes, rosy cheeks - most probably the work of all the beer already in his system.
Eddie glances at him again, slightly concerned because of the silence but still laughing.
"Just joking, princess."
He adds and Steve finally seems to snap out of his own thoughts, the nickname catching his attention.
Princess?
Him?
He is no princess.
If anything he is a king, King Steve, of course, just like in high school.
He frowns up at Eddie, opening his mouth to complain but getting cut off before even letting a single word out.
"Wanna smoke?"
Eddie asks, letting go off Steve and standing up, ready to go get something regardless of Steve's answer. Steve holds himself back from whining at the loss of contact and warmth and instead forces himself to nod and reply to what Eddie is asking him.
"Sure?"
He says, not entirely confident in his answer or if he actually wants to smoke right now. He sighs shortly after, feeling like he has just finished a long speech.
He is pretty sure he isn't drunk, but he also doesn't really have a high alcohol tolerance (even after years of practice) so even the few beers they drank seem to have an effect on him. He lays down onto the couch, watching as Eddie smirks down at him and turns on his heels to go get all the goodies from his room.
Eddie takes only a few steps into his room, leaning against the wall once he is out of view, feeling his heart racing in his chest. He's pretty sure he has never felt like this towards his friends, and he isn't stupid, but, he doesn't like Steve that way, does he? Sure, he may have had a dumb little crush on him when they were freshmen but he got over it, and yeah, he thinks Steve is attractive, but who doesn't? It's the Steve Harrington. Everyone finds him cute, doesn't mean Eddie likes him, not anymore.
He starts rummaging through different drawers, trying to find anything that would ease their minds, and mainly help him not think about how he is feeling. It's obvious Steve isn't feeling very good, judging by the fact that he came all the way to the trailer park at almost ten at night, it would be selfish to think about what is happening to him when the younger man is right there.
He grins when he finally finds his beloved box of goods after crouching by his bedside table for God knows how long. He stands up, slowly making his way to the living room while opening the box up, pulling out a couple of prepared rollups. He holds them up when he and Steve lock eyes again, satisfied with himself.
"Peaceful bliss, just moments away, Harrington."
He breathes quietly as he sits on the floor in front of Steve, deciding on letting him stay laid out on the couch. He hands one of the joints to him, fishing out a lighter from his pocket to light his own before giving it to the younger man as well. He breathes in once it's done, a wide smile immediately finding its way to his face as he blows out a cloud of gray smoke, the slight burn in his lungs making him feel giddy. He shifts his gaze towards Steve who has sat up and is now fidgeting with the lighter, his eyes softening as he places a hand on his knee.
"Harrington, Steve, my man, don't be shy, I'm nowhere near running out, don't worry, dude."
He jokes, the attitude fading away when Steve looks at him with something he can't quite describe in his eyes.
"Or we don't have to do this at all, or like, you, I kinda already started."
Eddie laughs nervously, watching as Steve huffs out a laugh when he looks at the things in his hands. He then glances at Eddie, eyes droopey.
"I've never really, gotten into it?"
Steve says. It's not like he has never smoked weed before, he has, all those years he spent trying to impress others he did many things, weed being one of them. And he liked it, most people did, he just doesn't actively smoke. It isn't something he would have as his go to when he was bored or just had time, so it's been a while since he had anything even remotely close to that.
However, that doesn't mean he doesn't want to smoke with Eddie.
"Ah, okay."
Eddie hums. He doesn't want to seem like he is forcing Steve to do things he doesn't want to do, what kind of friend would he be.
He takes a long drag, reaching for the rollup in Steve's hand to put it on the coffee table by the couch while exhaling. He clears his throat, opening his mouth to talk.
"You really don't have to-"
"I want to."
Steve cuts him off with an eager expression and Eddie's mouth instantly closes. He nods his head and grins at Steve's reaction.
He puts the other joint aside anyway, deciding on sharing the one he still has rather than letting Steve handle a full one by himself after being informed of his situation. He thinks for a second or two, shrugging and looking up at Steve with a playful smile.
"Wanna try shotgunning?"
He asks, taking yet another, this time shorter, drag from the joint in his ringed hand. Steve looks at him with a cocked eyebrow, a questioning look on his face. He has heard that term before, he is sure. All the time he spent around potheads has left some things in his brain but he can't get said brain to work right now, everything slurring together a little.
"What's is th-?"
Steve speaks up but almost immediately gets cut off by Eddie talking again.
"Do you?"
The older asks and Steve feels his face heat up a little. He would have tried to figure out the sudden reaction any other day but now he can't seem to think about anything that doesn't have a correlation to Eddie.
"S-Sure."
He stutters, the alcohol very slowy wearing off since he stopped drinking a few minutes ago. Eddie shifts back, making space for the younger to slide off the sofa and get closer. He gesturs towards himself and the other man to get closer, leaning in close once Steve does what he is told. Steve's hands start to shake as Eddie takes a long drag from the blunt, one hand now gently gripping Steve's jaw as he tilts his head a little to the side. Steve happily lets him, finding himself completely okay with being at the older's mercy.
Eddie comes in close, carefully swiping his thumb over Steve's bottom lip so the younger opens his mouth, making his eyes flutter closed and do exactly that. Eddie lets out a pleased hum, amused by the view in front of him. He doesn't like Steve like that, or at least he thinks he doesn't, but he could always appreciate pretty obedient boys that took everything he decided to give them.
Eddie leans even closer, his lips ghosting over Steve's. He blows the smoke into his mouth, the hold he has on Steve's jaw loosening up as he leans away from him again, taking another drag just for himself to enjoy. Steve breathes in instinctively, a cough forcing its way out of his mouth as the smoke attacks his lungs, his eyes opening in the process. His cheeks get warmer when he sees the smirk on Eddie's face, his eyes quickly darting away so he doesn't meet the other man's gaze.
"That was..."
He mumbles, covering his mouth with his fist. He liked that, he definitely liked that. Something about the whole process of having someone basically do everything for him and he just has to breathe in makes a surprisingly pleasant shiver run down his spine.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Eddie did it, he has been feeling all sorts of ways about the older man lately and all this is just making his head spin, but in the best way possible, but he would rather not think about that.
"Wow."
He adds after a while and Eddie chuckles, low and raspy from all the smoking. Steve's ears burn at the sound.
"Good, huh?"
He says and Steve's head spins again. This time he isn't sure of the reason but he decides to ignore it, forcing himself to focus on what is happening, wanting to be in the moment more than anything. He nods.
"Most of the dudes I slept with loved this."
Eddie mumbles, more to himself than to Steve but younger can still hear him and it doesn't seem like Eddie minds sharing what he just said.
Steve swallows thickly.
Eddie slept with men? Well, he assumed so anyway but hearing him say it is different. He feels his chest tighten, brain fogging up with a sort of... anger?
Steve frowns to himself, why is he feeling like this? He most definitely doesn't have anything against it. He, Robin and Eddie are best friends, and he doesn't care if both of them are queer, it doesn't change anything about them as people, so what is this about? He can't be actually angry, why would he be.
Is he jealous?
No.
Nonsense.
"I'm not saying I wanna sleep with you, Harrington."
Eddie comments after a long moment of silence, figuring Steve is thinking about something he doesn't mean by the look on his face. The younger quickly looks back into his eyes, locking their gazes, his mouth slightly agape.
"It was just a side note, to assure you it's good stuff."
Eddie laughs, finally finishing up the blunt in his hand. He puffs out all the remaining smoke, laying down onto the floor and looking up at the ceiling with a grin on his face. The carpet is rough against his skin but he feels good and he hopes Steve does too. He hopes the younger is feeling better than he was when he initially came over.
Steve stares at him, his skin feeling like it's been lit on fire. He wants to jump into a pool of freezing water but at the same time he wants to cuddle up in blankets and make himself feel even hotter. He wants to do so much yet he doesn't want to do anything at all.
He smiles to himself, Eddie's words sinking into his brain.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind."
He freezes when he those words leave his mouth, his head dropping and eyes fixated on the floor he is sitting on. He can not believe himself sometimes.
The fact that his brain worked faster than the rest of him was really not a good thing when it really came to it.
Eddie's focus shifts from the ceiling to the window as it's the only thing closest to Steve that he can look at without moving his head.
"What was that?"
He asks after a second or two and Steve can hear a sly smirk in his voice. Or is he imagining it? Embarrassment fills his head as he starts fiddling with his fingers, his face as hot and red as it can get.
"Nothing..."
Steve mumbles, wanting to vanish into thin air. He wants to melt into the floor and just disappear so he would never have to look into Eddie's eyes ever again after saying what he did.
"Harrington."
Eddie calls out and Steve catches the flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it as his entire body seems to get even hotter, his clothes suddenly fitting his frame uncomfortably.
The way his name then falls from Eddie's lips a second time makes his hands twitch.
"Come on, pretty boy~ tell me~"
Eddie's voice rings through the quiet room and Steve's face reddens even further. He is used to Eddie calling him different nicknames, so why is reacting this way.
He hums, still avoiding Eddie's figure. He never thought he would end up in a situation like this, where he would have to repeat himself in saying he would take someone's offer on sleeping with them, especially not with another man, not with Eddie Munson.
"I um..."
Steve starts, sighing. He takes a deep breath before shifting, causing Eddie to lift himself up on his elbows. Steve gulps, the look on Eddie's face still making him tremble. What is happening to him? He puts on a stone face, ignoring the fact that his hands are still quivering.
"I wouldn't mind."
Maybe it's all the alcohol mixed with the weed speaking, but he still feels somewhat conscious and sober enough to make the decision of talking to Eddie like this and telling him all that.
Basically saying he would sleep with him, for no reason in particular.
Though he hasn't thought about another man like that since he was like sixteen, maybe seventeen, (all those stolen glances in the showers and locker rooms that then followed into the classroom where every other girl thought he was staring at them), he feels like since it's Eddie, it isn't all that weird.
As little sense as that makes, it is enough for him and all those thoughts that have been circling his mind ever since he met Eddie.
Eddie smiles with that signature smile of his, making Steve shudder. Their eyes remain locked and Steve's breath suddenly hitches in his throat. He feels like the filter he had before just completely vanishes in the blink of an eye, his mouth wanting to let out every single thought that comes to his mind.
"Eddie I..."
He starts again and Eddie tilts his head, looking at him in such a comforting manner but also with darkened eyes, it takes everything in Steve to not do something stupid.
"Can I kiss you?"
Well, that certainly wasn't stupid.
"Excuse me?"
Eddie breathes out, laughing. It looks like he isn't taking Steve all that seriously, and the younger doesn't exactly blame him. He wouldn't take himself seriously either in his state if he didn't know that it wasn't actually that bad.
Steve's eyebrows knit together. If the older is making him feel like his seventeen year old self again and making him think about the fact that he most probably likes men the same way he likes women, and Eddie presumably likes men as well, he might as well try his luck.
"Eddie, can I kiss you?"
He asks again, more confident this time, his heart squeezing at the look on Eddie's face. He can't tell what the other is thinking and that is making him feel worse and worse as seconds fly by.
"Oh god... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... fuck..."
He babbles out an apology, feeling awful for putting Eddie in this situation. His head drops again, eyes beginning to tear up.
What is he thinking?
Eddie then slowly gets up and sits right next to him, leaning against the couch and causing Steve to whip his head up to look. The older smiles, carefully bringing a hand up to Steve's cheek, feeling the faint heat under his fingertips. His smile widens at the way Steve's face turns even more pink.
He doesn't know if he's making the right decision but they can worry about that later. If anything, they can forget this ever happened. He would be lying if he said he never thought about it, having Steve's lips pressed against his own, how the younger would react if he pulled him closer by his hips, having him flush against his own body.
But he obviously kept those thoughts to himself, again, he doesn't like Steve that way anymore.
Right?
He tilts his head, stroking the other man's cheek with his thumb, getting a little closer to Steve's face with his own. He feels a familiar rumbling in his stomach, feeling fuzzy.
Maybe this will clear some things up for him.
"Fine."
He whispers and Steve's eyes widen. Eddie laughs quietly, his eyes flickering between Steve's and his lips. He holds himself back from leaning in right away, the way Steve's lips are parted and shallow little breaths are escaping them tempting him nonetheless.
"If you want it, let's do it."
He speaks again, his voice soft. Steve's gaze shifts from his own to going over his whole face, obvious sudden eagerness suddenly present in his expression.
"Seriously?"
Steve asks, a hint of joy in his voice. Eddie nods his head simply. The younger man then leans in closer, his eyes half lidded and lips parted, ghosting over Eddie's as his hand comes to rest on the hem other man's top.
"Are you really sure about this?"
Steve asks, mere millimeters away from pressing their lips together. Eddie smiles, moving his hand from Steve's cheek to the back of his head.
"I've never been this sure about anything, princess."
He replies as he leans in fully, closing the gap between them. He closes his eyes as well, finally experiencing the feel of Steve's plush lips against his own. The younger lets out a quiet sound that is similar to a whimper as he screws his own eyes shut, pulling himself closer as both of his hands find their way into Eddie's tank top and grab onto it tightly. He immediately tries to deepen the kiss, the tips of his ears on fire as Eddie chuckles against his mouth but lets him do as he pleases.
The older tastes like booze and weed and Steve loves it.
Eddie's ringed fingers run through his hair gently, slowly moving down his neck, carefully caressing the scar there. The action makes Steve sigh into his mouth. Eddie continues, his hand sliding down Steve's back, causing him to arch closer to him, his chest pressed flush against the other man's now. The older then finally rests his hand on Steve's hip, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him closer and then slightly up. Steve obliges the silent request and without pulling back gets up and seats himself in Eddie's lap.
It feels a bit strange. He only asked for a kiss but God does he not want to pull back just yet, and being in the position they are in is making him feel all sorts of things.
Seconds after, Eddie bites on Steve's lower lip, pulling a muffled whine out of him, his fingers tangling in Eddie's hair and pulling as a response. Eddie lets out a groan and the younger's eyes squeeze painfully together even more, his hips instinctively grinding down, searching for contact. That action makes the man underneath him groan again, lower this time, both of his hands now on Steve's hips, moving slightly lower and grabbing handfuls of Steve's ass.
After that, Steve finally pulls back, allowing himself, and Eddie, to breathe. His face feels like it's on fire when he notices the string of saliva that is connecting their lips. He pants as he looks down at the older, moving his arms so he can hold his face in his hands. Eddie grins up at him and Steve's entire world seems to stop, the only thoughts in his brain revolving around Eddie. The way his hands fit perfectly in his back pockets, his arms loosely around his waist, the fact that Steve is almost certain he is growing hard just underneath him just from the little they did, his glistening lips and messed up breathing, hair all over the place from all the pulling Steve put it through just seconds earlier.
He thinks for a moment or two, deciding that whatever he was feeling before and is feeling now twice as much isn't something to be ignored.
Especially since it seems to have an effect on both of them physically.
Again, he would be embarrassed for getting hard over kissing somebody, but since that somebody is Eddie, he can't be bothered.
Steve sighs, shifting in Eddie's lap, a small smile making its way onto his face when Eddie lets out another low noise, his grip on Steve's behind tightening. Steve himself has to bite his lip to keep himself from making more sounds, the feeling of his crotch rubbing against Eddie's giving him butterflies.
He wants to do something, anything.
Anything Eddie would allow him to do, obviously, but anything.
He gulps thickly as a few things flash in his mind, a fuzzy feeling overcoming his insides. The image of Eddie with his head thrown back, chest heaving, fingers tangled in Steve's hair and pulling, those beautiful sounds falling from his lips. It all makes his head spin.
"Eddie, can we... can I..."
He mumbles, his hands sliding down Eddie's chest and stomach to where their bodies are connected, toying with the zipper and button of Eddie's jeans but never doing anything. Eddie places his hands on top of Steve's, grinning at him still.
"If you ask nicely."
He teases and, again, Steve would have rolled his eyes at him any other day, but all he can do in that moment is stare at the spot where their bodies are meeting, his heart racing inside his ribcage, as if it's threatening to break through at any given moment.
He takes a shaky breath.
"Please?"
He quickly asks, his eyes glued to the sight of his and Eddie's fully clothed erections pressed against each other. One of Eddie's hands then forces his head up as he lifts it by the chin, catching his eyes. Steve doesn't try to turn away, following every single one of Eddie's moves as if in a trance.
"Please what."
The older teases further and Steve is tempted to just shut him up with another kiss, but he holds himself back, wanting to at least seem composed. He thinks for a second, not knowing how exactly to phrase his request.
How does someone ask to do such a thing?
The silence gets to him shortly after, forcing him to decide to just go for it and say the first thing that comes to his mind.
"Please can I... suck you off?"
He rushes out, the dark chuckle that leaves Eddie's mouth making him twitch.
The older slides one hand up Steve's thigh, the reaction he gets satisfying him to the fullest. This is definitely not very friend-like of them, but right now, he doubts Steve cares and he for sure doesn't either. Simply having Steve's body weight in his lap is making him feel so many things at once, remembering how he used to fantasize about this exact situation when he was a freshman. He licks his lips, acknowledging that Steve had asked to do something like that with him making him shiver.
Steve is pretty, and trustworthy, Eddie had moments where he found himself staring at him simply because he found him so interesting even after all those years, and he still feels all the pent up frustration from earlier when Steve interrupted him, why wouldn't he let him?
It can be like an apology.
And it's not like Steve likes him, he knows for a fact he doesn't and as for himself, not anymore, right? He got over it, right? This is no big deal.
"Go right ahead, big boy."
Eddie breathes out, grunting when Steve lifts himself up a little too quickly, taking a seat between Eddie's legs. The older pants as he lifts himself up also, sitting on the couch to make everything easier and more accessible to the man on his knees.
Desperation takes over Steve as he shifts closer, looking up at Eddie through his lashes as he grabs the zipper yet again, asking a wordless question. Eddie nods without a second thought, lifting his hips off the cushions as Steve slides his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. His dick slaps against his stomach, standing proudly with an angry red color to it. The look on Steve's face is enough to make a shiver run down Eddie's spine again and his dick twitch, the amazed glint in his eyes making him feel a little too good.
"Woah."
He hears Steve whisper to himself and he smiles, running a hand through the man's hair, making him look up.
"Like what you see, baby?"
He teases some more and the younger nods, making him flush slightly. Steve brings his hand to Eddie's cock, giving it a couple of careful slow strokes, making Eddie's head fall back with a groan. It's a little dry and definitely not something Eddie would usually enjoy but since it's Steve, he can't find it in him to care, let alone complain.
Steve feels his face redden as he looks up at Eddie's face (or the visible bits of it) and then back down. He can't believe he is actually doing this but he is happy. Oh so happy. He clears his throat awkwardly, making the older look at him again, his eyes half lidded and lips parted. Steve's pants seem to get impossibly tighter at that.
"I've never..."
Steve chews on his bottom lip, not knowing how to express himself, but he is sure Eddie understands him. The older strokes his hand over Steve's hair down to his cheek, caressing his prominet cheek bone. Those remind him of something, but, his brain is a little too occupied to help him remember. Steve looks back up again, leaning into Eddie's palm.
"My pleasure to be your first, pretty boy, I'll guide you through it, yeah?"
Eddie says softly and Steve nods, giving his dick another few strokes, pulling a low raspy whine out of him.
It makes him smile.
Eddie's hand then replaces his own, the other one's thumb running over his bottom lip. Steve doesn't hesitate in opening his mouth and letting him slip the digit inside, shivering at the feeling of it pressing against his tongue. Eddie takes a shaky breath, his cock twitching again at the sight in front of him.
"Okay, well, let me..."
Eddie mumbles, pulling his thumb out, tangling the hand in Steve's hair and slowly guiding his dick into his mouth. The younger wraps his lips around the tip, looking at Eddie through his lashes as he slowly sinks down on the length, relaxing his throat the best he can so he can take more of Eddie in. The salty taste makes his nose scrunch up a little but he tries to put that into the back of his mind, focusing on Eddie and his reactions to what he is doing. The older sucks in another breath, the warmth and wetness of Steve's mouth making him feel that familiar rumbling in his stomach again.
"Yeah, yeah- that's good."
He pants, slowly and carefully guiding Steve's head up and down to get more of that feeling. The younger follows his movements, thinking about the things he liked and didn't like when girls did this to him. Now don't get him wrong, he likes many things. Still, him and Eddie were two completely different people and he's not sure if the older would like what he does, but he's willing to risk it just to find out.
And so Steve he closes his eyes, concentrating on what he is doing. He hollows his cheeks and sucks a little harder, his body trembling when Eddie lets out a soft gasp, momentarily stopping his movements with Steve's head. The younger hums another soft and low sound echoing in his ears.
"Oh fuck, Steve, that's, yeah that's good."
Eddie talks through gritted teeth, slowly beginning to tighten his grip on Steve's hair, regaining his speed with it. He has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up into the other man's mouth, wanting to see him choke just a little bit but knowing he shouldn't. He lets his head roll back, enjoying everything he's getting. It has been a while since he slept with anyone, and who would've thought that the person he'd do it with after such a long time would be the one and only Steve Harrington. He bites his lip when he hears Steve gag, lazily lifting his head to look and let go of the man's hair so he can pull back and then away.
"You okay?"
He grumbles, his words slurring together. Steve quickly nods, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before returning back to what he was doing, going a bit faster this time. It's a little sloppy but Eddie isn't going to complain when it feels so good. He lets out a moan, his head falling back again. His fingers find their way back into Steve's soft locks, just running them through them and occasionally resting in place since Steve seems to have find a pace he is comfortable with. Eddie grips the couch backrest as Steve's fingers wrap around the base of his dick, stroking up to meet his mouth whenever he moved down.
"Fuck, good- good boy, yeah just like that."
Steve moans around him at the praise and Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. For saying he has never done it before he's great. It takes everything in Eddie to not fuck up into Steve's mouth.
He groans at the thought, the man's eyes watering as he looks up at him from his spot on the floor, spit running down his chin as Eddie uses his mouth for his own pleasure.
It reminds him of the things he usually thinks of those lonely moments he normally spends with his right hand and his dirty magazines.
Eddie bites his bottom lip harshly. Those thoughts mixed with the very real feeling of Steve's mouth makes him feel warmth bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. He curses under his breath seconds later, not wanting to stop but knowing he probably should so he doesn't finish inside Steve's mouth. He knows most people don't like that. He gently pulls at Steve's hair, wanting to get him off his dick before he reaches his climax, which definitely isn't far.
"Harrington, wait, I'm getting close."
He gasps, his breath catching in his throat when Steve swats his hand away, looking up at him with a needy glint in his eyes. Eddie curses again, his nails leaving light scratches on the cushions he is sitting on as he gets closer and closer to his release.
If Steve wants it this way who is he to deny him that.
"C-Can I?"
He asks, his voice barely above a whisper and shaking. Steve hums, giving Eddie one last look before sinking down, taking in as much of Eddie's dick as he can, feeling it hit the back of his throat lightly. And that is all Eddie needs, his hands fly to Steve's head as he holds him in place, his hips finally bucking up, chasing his orgasm.
The younger closes his eyes, feeling the warmth of Eddie's cum flowing down his throat as he does his very best to swallow around him. Eddie groans loudly, feeling Steve's throat tightening up.
He pulls out after a long second, checking on Steve to make sure he didn't hurt him in his climax.
"Everything oka-?"
Eddie tries to get out, his breath stuttering when Steve grips his leg, his clothed hips moving against it roughly. He gazes down at him, his face heating up. Steve's scrunched up face and his fingers gripping Eddie's legs so tightly his knuckles are turning white would be enough to get the older hard again if he wasn't exhausted from his first orgasm that happened literal seconds ago.
"What are you..."
Eddie trails off, focusing on Steve's face instead of talking, he doubts the other man is listening to him anyway. Steve lets out a few breathy moans and whimpers, biting his lip every now and then. Eddie frowns softly to himself. There is no way that feels good. He calls out to Steve quietly, surprised when the man looks up at him but doesn't stop moving. He reaches down, pulling Steve up to his feet with his help before tugging on his arm hard enough to make him stumble forward. Eddie pats his jeans, looking at the younger through his lashes. Steve gets the message quickly enough, taking off his clothes and settling his knees on either side of Eddie's hips.
Eddie smiles at him, looking into his eyes as his ringed fingers trail up Steve's strong thighs and soon enough wrap around his length and start at a good and fast pace. Steve groans, the cold metal making goosebumps cover his entire body, but he likes it.
He bucks up into Eddie's hand, knowing he won't last too long after everything that has happened. Eddie chuckles under him, his breathing still unsteady
"That's it, you're doing so good, such a good boy."
Steve whimpers at the praise again, throwing his head back, warmth spreading in the pit of his stomach. Eddie licks his lips, glancing up at Steve's face quickly before internally shrugging and leaning forward. He scrapes his teeth over Steve's throat to where his neck meets his shoulder, pulling at the collar of his sweater to move it aside so he can bite down. Steve cries out at that, shaking. The older doesn't pull back though, only moves up, trailing his tongue along the side of Steve's neck and biting down right under his jaw.
The younger mewls, his heart racing and entire body trembling. Maybe he is enjoying this more than he should be but he doesn't care. Everything Eddie is doing is making him feel good and the fact that it's Eddie is making him feel even better. He doesn't want it to end, he wants Eddie's hands on him forever, he wants Eddie.
Steve's hands fist in Eddie's hair and tanktop, the older's name falling from his lips like a prayer as he finally releases into his hand.
Eddie strokes him through it, slowing down before eventually coming to a full stop. He leans back, feeling Steve's eyes on him. He then pulls his hand away from the man's dick, bringing it up to his lips as he locks their gazes again. Steve doesn't think twice before opening his mouth, letting Eddie's dirty fingers inside. It's odd, tasting himself like that but the way Eddie's pupils are blown wide and his cheeks are dusted with a pretty red makes him forget about how disgusting that would normally be.
He swirls his tongue around the digits in his mouth, licking them clean before Eddie takes them out again. The older lets Steve fall against his chest, bringing his, now clean, hand up to his hair to run his fingers through it. He smiles, feeling fuzzy.
Maybe he actually never got rid of it.
Well, fuck.
"Eddie?"
Steve calls out after a few seconds and Eddie's smile falls off his face, afraid Steve already regrets everything they did. He stops his hand, still leaving it in Steve's hair.
"Yeah?"
He responds, that sour feeling filling his head. Now that he realized he might still like Steve, the younger is going to tell him he doesn't want to see him ever again or something like that.
Just like everyone else.
The man in his lap clutchs the fabric of his top in his hands, clearing his throat.
"I think... I think I like guys."
Steve sighs heavily.
It feels good to say that, as if a huge rock fell from his heart the second those words left his mouth. He feels good, after so many years of 'what if's, he finally knows. He knows he liked what they just did, he knows he likes when Eddie hugs him or touches him, when he calls him those stupid but cute nicknames, when he shamelessly flirts with him, when he rests his hand on his lower back when Steve gets nervous, he likes his voice, his odd personality, he likes when he is just simply around Eddie.
So not only does he like men, he likes a man, he likes Eddie.
But, did Eddie like him?
Was Steve just another one of those guys Eddie mentioned earlier?
A laugh rumbles in Eddie's chest, his fingers beginning to move again, twirling a few strands of Steve's hair around them.
"I know."
He laughs again and Steve quickly pulls back, his face bright red, eyes wide but still tired. He opens his mouth a few times only to close it again and again like a fish out of water.
"What- what do you mean you know-"
He finally manages to choke out and Eddie smiles at him with that beautiful toothy smile of his, making his heart melt in his chest.
"Steve, look at you."
He says and Steve's cheeks burn hotter as he looks away. It sounds a little insulting but Steve knows Eddie doesn't mean it like that.
Eddie's hands caress his sides, sliding under his sweater and making Steve snap his head back, a breathy sound escaping his lips. Eddie smirks up at him, his dull nails lightly scratching Steve's toned stomach.
"And do I need to remind you what we just did?"
Eddie chuckles and Steve rolls his eyes. He gazes into those huge brown orbs Eddie owns, feeling like he could get lost in them. Eddie brings one hand up to the side of his neck, his ringed fingers following the line of his jaw. Steve feels himself relax, feeling secure in Eddie's arms. He really does like being like this with the other man.
"Eddie..."
He whispers after staring at him for a few more seconds, watching as Eddie's eyes trail along his neck and jaw up to his eyes again.
"What is it?"
Eddie asks softly and Steve's heart melts a little more. He would do anything just to hear that voice forever. He leans in closer, noting that Eddie doesn't pull back or move at all, just stays in place, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Eddie's eyes flicker between Steve's and his lips, the hand on his neck moving to rest on his nape.
"Can I kiss you again?"
Steve asks, his voice barely above the quietest whisper. Eddie laughs a little leaning in so close their nose could bump if their heads weren't tilted, their lips ghosting against each other.
He definitely isn't over those dumb feelings he had for Steve all those years back, but you can't blame him, again, this is the "King" Steve "the hair" Harrington we're talking about. Who could ever get over someone like him.
He feels butterflies bloom in his stomach, his fingers playing with the ends of Steve's hair.
"Liked it that much, huh?"
He teases and Steve rolls his eyes before Eddie leans in, closing the gap between them. The action makes Steve melt into him, his arms wrap lazily around his shoulders, a soft hum leaving both of their mouths.