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So wait… wait. Let me just— so you just like, don’t have a preference?” Robin asks, equal parts confused and fascinated.

Eddie shrugs “not really… I guess it’s just like uh.. —“ he snaps his fingers searching for a metaphor, he grins —“Ice cream.” He concludes with a nod and dorky finger guns.

“Ice cream?” Robin repeats, frowning.

Eddie rolls his shoulders, sighing in relief when they click, “yeah, I mean.. I dunno about you, but I can’t choose one flavour of ice cream.. I like chocolate, I like rum and raisin, I like strawberry.. Y’know?”

Robin nods slowly in understanding, “yeah ok, I see what you’re getting at I think… so you, you’ve been with like, all of the options?”

Eddie hums, “I dunno about that.. but I’ve been with guys and girls, a girl that used to be a guy..” he trails off, leaning back against the counter at Family Video, it’s after closing, the last customer having left twenty minutes ago.

Robins eyes grow wider “that’s wild” she says looking suitably impressed from where she’s sits cross legged on the counter.

“What I’m hearing”— Steve begins as he pops up from behind a nearby shelf —“is that you’re kind of a slut, Munson.” He concludes with a smug smirk.

Eddie chuckles “well you would say that Harrington.”

Steve looks affronted, he moves out to the end of the aisle and crosses his arms “meaning?” He asks shaking his head.

Eddie juts out his bottom lip as he tries to find the right words, “well, no offence man, but you don’t exactly strike me as the experimental type— more like uh.. tried and tested methods, hmmm?”

Steve scoffs, “hey, I’m good in bed man.” He says defensively.

Robin watches on, eyes twinkling with mirth, all she needs now is some popcorn.

Eddie holds his hands up “I’m sure you are Steve. I’ve no doubt you’re great at missionary and doggy style.”

Steve blows a raspberry “I mean— there aren’t that many positions.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows “ok sweetheart.. think you’re just reaffirming my point there.”

“Fuck you man!”— Steve chides —“I’ve never had any complaints.”

Eddie shrugs, crosses his arms “how many second dates do you get though?.” He says evenly.

“Oooooo” Robin heckles like she’s front row at a pantomime.

Steve gives her the stink eye, she mouths sorry through her grin.

“That’s below the belt man.” Steve says with a pout.

“Ah, there you go, first lesson in getting your kink on Stevie.”— Eddie teases.

Steve shrugs looking aggravated.

—“next time you get it on with a girl, take off your belt and use it.” Eddie explains, making a whipping noise to accentuate his point. Robin hoots a laugh.

Steve’s eyes grow a little wider, “wait.. girls.. like that?” He looks over to Robin, she screws up her face “you’re really asking the wrong girl Steve.” He nods looking apologetic. Eddie huffs a laugh “in my experience, many girls do.. as do many guys. They also like choking, blindfolds, gags, edg—“

Steve flaps his hands around mid-air “woah whoah whoah, choking?! That cannot be enjoyable.”

Eddie beams “don’t knock it til you’ve tried it big boy.”

Steve kinda zones out at that point, hears the conversation continue on without really hearing it.

He flaps his arms again “wait wait wait. Do you choke them or do they choke you?”

Eddie looks devilish “I’m down for either to be honest, but usually I like to be in control.”

“Huh.” Steve breathes, eyes glazing over.

“Ooh! Vickies here!”— Robin chirps excitedly, rushing to grab her things —“see you weirdos later.” She calls over her shoulder as she heads out the door and into the night.

Eddie braces his hands on the counter, lifts himself up onto it. “You know Harrington, if you have any questions, my doors always open.”

Steve looks adorably confused, then his eyebrows raise in understanding, “yeah.. ok, thanks.” He murmurs.

“That was weird the other night with Eddie right?”

“Which part, the part where we learned he’ll have sex with anything on two legs, or the part where he described his penchant for kinky sex?!” Robin asks with a dorky grin.

“Uh.. well, both I guess?” Steve says, going through the motions of rewinding videos.

“You think he got the nickname “freak” because he’s conventional Steve?!” Robin asks incredulously.

Steve scoffs, holds his arms out in a ‘how should I know?’ Gesture. “I thought it was just… like, the nerdy game, the loud music, the drugs.” He says with wide eyes.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve heard rumours about him before.” She says busying herself restocking candy.

Steve huffs, “well yeah, I mean, everyone’s heard those rumours. But I thought they were about as true as the, Y’know, satan worship ones.”

“Satan worship? No. Kinky sex? Yes.”Robin concludes with an easy shrug.

“Huh… maybe he has a point though”— Steve ventures —“maybe I should like, mix it up a little. Might get me a second date?”

“Steve, the reason you don’t get a second date is because you date airheads, not because you’re not whipping them with your belt.” Robin assures

“Only one way to find out I guess.” Steve says with a quirked brow.

Robin fake gags.

Three loud raps to the door startle Eddie from his weed induced daydreaming. He checks his watch, it’s a little after midnight. He hasn’t sold drugs since spring break, so his mind jumps to code red, upside down, Vecna. He jumps up and rushes to answer, blows out a relived breath when he sees a.. pissed off? Steve Harrington. He has his hands on hips and his tongue in his cheek.

Eddie eyes him curiously “sup man?”

Steve scoffs with a disingenuous smile “great advice man, real solid.” He says sarcastically.

The metalhead tucks his chin, scrunches his brows. Steve rolls his eyes, “pretty sure I’m about to be reported for like, sexual harassment or somethin’”— Eddie’s brows shoot up behind his bangs, he tries to stifle his smile. —“Next time you have sex, take off your belt Steve, chicks dig it.” Steve mocks.

Eddie holds up his hands, “first of all, I said some chicks did it.. second of all”— he huffs and steps back into his trailer —“just, get in here.” He hisses, beckoning Steve inside, away from any potential nosey neighbours or prying eyes.

Steve grumbles but follows the older man inside anyway.

Eddie latches the door and leads Steve through to his room. “Wayne at work?”

“Yeah, he’s doing an 8-8.”

Steve grimaces “ouch.”

Eddie sits on his desk chair, gestures for Steve to take a seat on his bed, the younger man kicks off his Nikes and flops down dramatically with a sigh.

“Okay, walk me through it Harrington” the metalhead prompts.

Steve shuffles back against the headboard, crosses one ankle over the other and folds his hands in his lap. “So I had that date, tonight. We uh.. went back to my place, and we started.. Y’know makin out on my bed— anyway, we did some.. stuff. And when I took my belt off, I asked her if she wanted me to umm—“ he trails off, fidgeting, eyes glued to his own hands —“spank.. her.” He admits, sheepishly.

Eddie hums contemplating, he turns his swivel chair around to face Steve and straddles it, leaning his forearms on the back. “Did you go down on her?”

Steve huffs “obviously” he retorts rolling his eyes.

“Did she.. like, squeeze your face with her thighs, grind against your mouth.. or did she just lie there lookin’ pretty?” Eddie asks brazenly.

“Jesus Christ”— Steve scoffs —“I guess the uh.. second, option.”

Eddie shrugs “not the right candidate for a spanking Steve.”

“But how do you know that?”

“Girls who wanna get spanked don’t just lie there lookin’ pretty sweetheart.”

“Oh”— Steve breathes. He inhales deeply, exhales slowly —“not really sure I’m the like, spanking type anyways so..” he shrugs.

Eddie hums in thought again, his eyes dragging leisurely over the younger man’s form, he’s fairly certain those jeans violate public indecency laws— not that he’s complaining.
“Maybe.. you would prefer to be on the— receiving end?” Eddie questions evenly.

Steve scrubs a hand over his face to hide his pained expression “maybe.” He croaks.

Eddie abruptly claps his hands together, slides off his chair “smoke?” He asks. Steve nods, thankful for the distraction.

The metalhead pulls a pre roll from his top drawer with a flourish, wiggles it and his eyebrows. Steve rolls his eyes fondly, smile quirking his lips. They sit side by side on the bed, “hey, could you grab me the ashtray? it’s just on the floor down there” Eddie asks, pointing to the floor on his own side of the bed. “Why can’t you get it?!” Steve challenges. In leu of answering; Eddie just holds up the joint in one hand a lighter in the other, like that’s reason enough to be so damn lazy. Steve rolls his eyes, he gets to his knees, leans over Eddie’s legs, one hand braced next to the metalheads thigh and reaches down for the ashtray. His juicy ass shines like a beacon drawing Eddie in. The older man makes a split second decision, and brings his palm down onto the meaty curve of Steves ass cheek with a ‘crack’.

“Fuck!” Steve yelps with a jolt, back dipping.

Eddie bites his lip, waits for the impending backlash. Steve brings his right hand back up off the floor, braces himself on his hands at the edge of the bed and drops his head between his shoulders, he blows out a shaky breath “d-did you just— spank me?” He stutters.

“Lil’ bit”— Eddie replies quietly —“did you.. uh.. like— it?”

“I— uh.. I dunno.. think I need to gather more uh.. evidence.”

Eddie grins wickedly, he tentatively reaches out and smoothes over the curve of Steve’s ass, the younger man gasps quietly. The metalhead squeezes his ass cheek, pulls back and spanks him again, harder.

Steve whimpers, curses under his breath. “Again.” He breathes.

Eddie hums approvingly, brings his hand down on Steve’s ass with a sharp thwack. Steve’s back arches as a broken moan falls from his parted lips “fuck” he whispers.

“Want me to stop?” Eddie asks, albeit reluctantly.

Steve shakes his head, croaks out a shaky little “no.”

“Can I take off these tight jeans sweetheart?” Eddie rumbles.

Steve nods, whines a breathy “yeah.”

Eddies nimble fingers promptly get to work, he leans over and unbuckles Steve’s belt, tugs at his button until it pops open and glides down his zipper. He tries to appear unflustered by this unexpected turn of events, but his hands tremble lightly. 

He guides Steve’s jeans down over the curve of his ass, leaving the younger man in his black briefs. Steve’s breathing is laboured, his dick already showing a healthy interest. “These too?” Eddie ventures hopefully, tugging at the younger man’s briefs.

“Please.” Steve whispers.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut tight, takes a deep breath.

He reaches down and squeezes his own cock which is fully invested at this point, leaking and pushing painfully against his plaid pants. He gets to his knees behind Steve, drags the younger man’s briefs down over the ample swell of his ass. Eddie can’t help the predatory growl that slips out, the pained ‘ fuck’  that follows when Steve whimpers and pushes his ass back.

“You say stop and I stop, understood?” Eddie explains.

“Yeah— understood.” Steve croaks.

“Steve, your ass is fucking perfection” the older man coos, splaying his fingers across the younger man’s cheeks and squeezing gently. Steve moans quietly, melting into Eddie’s touch. Eddies fingers knead the meat of Steve’s ass, he smacks him again, hard enough to really sting.

“Ohmygod” Steve rasps, ass jerking back chasing the feeling.

“You like that babe?” Eddie croons sweetly.

“Uh huh.” Steve whimpers.

“How about if I do…. This?” Eddie grips Steve’s ass cheeks, firmly pulls them apart and exposes his asshole.
Steve hisses, thighs shaking, back bowing “holy shit” he pants. “Thought so” Eddie muses with a smug grin.

He continues to massage Steve’s ass, biting his bottom lip hard as he watches his tight virgin asshole flutter. The younger man continues to tremble, chants out “oh god, oh my god” under his breath. Eddie leans in “and this?”— he rumbles before he lets his warm breath ghost over Steve’s puckered entrance “f—fuck” Steve hisses, Eddie pulls his palm back and slaps it down onto Steve’s cheek, hard enough to leave a handprint. “Ed—Eddie, Jesus fuck!” Steve yells.

“Touch yourself Steve.” Eddie instructs, one hand dragging along Steve’s covered spine, the other squeezing his ass. The younger man wraps his fingers around his throbbing length, starts jerking it in long strokes. “F-fuck, holy fuck” he sobs brokenly.
“Tell me when you’re close baby” Eddie breathes, humping the air behind Steve’s half naked body, dick pushing against his pants bringing only a modicum of relief. He watches on with a pinched brow as Steve’s balls bounce between his legs with his movements, “so fuckin hot” he mumbles.

He brings both hands around Steve’s waist, kneads the golden skin with his thumbs, admiring every inch he can see. “So beautiful” he whispers reverently.

Steve makes a pained sound, “G-gonna come” he pants out breathlessly.

“That’s it baby, come for me” Eddie sucks his thumb into his mouth and boldly presses it against Steve’s rim.
He peels one cheek back so he can feel his hole relax and constrict as his orgasm hits. “Oh god h-oh-god” Steve pants, his back dipping sinfully, ass rolling back against Eddie’s thumb; Eddie circles the wet pad around Steve opening “there you go sweetheart, that’s it, fuckin’ soak my sheets Steve.”

The younger man curses and whimpers as he starts to spill over his own fist, jeans and underwear still tucked around his knees. His vision grows hazy, eyes rolling back into his skull. He lets out a long trembling breath as the last of his seed spills onto Eddie crumpled sheets. “Holy sh-shit.” He rasps.

“I’ll go grab you somethin’ hold on.” Eddie murmurs gently, softly petting Steve on his hip.

He comes back a few moments later with a warm wash cloth, Steve has rolled onto his back, softening cock still hanging out of his open jeans. His forearms are crossed over his eyes, Eddie approaches with caution. “You okay Steve?”—

Steve hums in response. —“S’it ok if I just..”— Eddie trails off, moving next to the younger man. He tentatively rubs the wash cloth over Steve’s stomach —“you want me to, uh…”— “please” Steve whispers, face still hidden by his arms. Eddie nods, and gently rubs the cloth over Steve’s softening length, Steve hisses quietly. The metalhead tucks him away, zips up his jeans and buttons his fly.

“Thanks Ed’s” Steve murmurs.

Eddie proceeds to move up the bed, lying on his back next to his friend. The lay silently for a few minutes, Eddie wide eyed and staring at the ceiling, Steve with his face still covered.

The older man clears his throat, “so uh.. that.. that happened.” He ventures.

Steve huffs a laugh, “yep” he replies.

“Are you— ok?”

Steve sighs contentedly, “feelin’ pretty good right now honestly.”

“Okay. Good.. that’s, good”— Eddie blows out a silent breath of relief —“wanna smoke?”

Steve uncovers his eyes, lets his arms flops by his sides, he turns his head on the pillow to face Eddie “yeah, sounds good.” He says with a sated smile.

“Morning dingus—wait, I know that face.”— Robin wiggles her eyebrows suggestively —“so the date went well then huh?!”

Steve shrugs nonchalantly, pulling on his family video vest. “Not.. exactly.” He mumbles.

She furrows her brows as she follows Steve’s out onto the shop floor. She slaps him on the arm “Steve, come ooon! I’m  not gettin’ any, so I need to live vicariously through you!”

Steve rolls his eyes, plopping himself down behind the computer, “the date didn’t go well. But the part.. after the date.. did.” He says cryptically.

Robin hauls herself up onto the counter, she folds her arms and waits. “Robin, we have work to do.”

She shakes her head “not until you elaborate.”

Steve sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. They aren’t officially open for business, so he might as well confess.. some of what happened.

“So Hannah wasn’t into the.. uh, belt thing”— Robin snorts —“so I dropped her home, then went to see Eddie.. to like, tell him off for the terrible advice—“ Robins eyebrows shoot up behind her bangs —“and well.. we uh.. ended up—“ she cuts him off with a dramatic gasp “did you have sex with Eddie?!” She squawks.
“Robin, Jesus Christ, you don’t need to yell!” She lowers her voice, leans forward into Steves space “But, did you?”

He chews the inside of his cheek, not meeting her intense glare “technically, no.. but we did.. stuff.”

She slaps her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, then promptly descends into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so funny?!” Steve asks, stifling his own smile.

She blows out a breath “I totally called it.”

“You did not.” He huffs.

“I so did, Steve. Ever since spring break you’ve been dancing around each other, it’s so obvious. The sexual tension between you two is off the charts dude.” She says giddily.

Steve scoffs, crosses his arms over his chest, “well, whatever.. it was, yeah. I had a good time, so.” He shrugs.

Her eyes twinkle, smile beaming “so, are you gonna do it again?”

Steve pushes his bottom lip out in contemplation, “I don’t know if it was just like, a one time thing Y’know?”

“But, you want it to happen again?” She presses.

“I’m not ruling out.” He replies.

“And you’re like.. not weirded out that he’s… well, a he?” She asks more soberly.

He shrugs, “not really. Eddies cute, and like, really good with his hands so…”

“Ok, ew! I do not need to know the gory details of your sordid tryst with our friend thank you!”—
She tilts her head, looks at him with a proud smile —“but.. good for you dingus.”

Eddie wakes with a loud gasp, heart pounding, body covered with sweat. When will those fucking bats let him be?

He rolls out of bed, braces his arms on his desk, and tries to regulate his breathing. He grabs his headphones, puts them on and presses play.
Music is seemingly the only thing that helps him escape the painful memories in the dead of night.

Paranoid by Black Sabbath pounds his ears, body still trembling in the aftermath. He leans on his forearms, practices the mindful breathing Nancy taught him..

Suddenly, there’s something warm on his shoulder, and his body goes into fight mode. He spins around in the half dark and grabs for the creature in his bedroom, he gets it by the throat and shoves it back against the wall.

“DDIE!—“ his eyes refocus, he knocks his headphones off his ears “Steve?!” He croaks, grip easing on his friends throat.

“Ed’s what’s wrong?” Steves concern is written all over his face.

Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s neck, braces it on the wall behind the younger man’s head, he drops his gaze to the floor “sorry, had a nightmare, wasn’t expecting you to—“ he trails off, noticing the obvious bulge in Steve’s sweats.

He clicks his tongue, drags his eyes back up to Steve’s. “Oh sweetheart, you really are a dream come true aren’t ya huh?”— he croons rhetorically.

Steve’s eyes are a little glazed as he watches the older man through his lashes —“you want me to put my hands on you baby boy?” Eddie coos, voice purposefully low and raspy.

Steve nods, brows pinched.

Eddie slowly walks the fingers of his free hand up the centre of Steve’s chest, feeling Steve’s lungs work harder under his fingertips.

He stretches out his fingers, letting each one rest on Steve’s throat like he’s playing a scale on a piano. Steve’s breath catches in his throat, he swallows thickly, Eddie feels it, Steve nods once. 

Eddie applies gentle pressure, watching the younger man intently for his reactions. Steve whimpers, eyes rolling back, jaw slackening.

Eddie moves forward, kicks Steve’s legs further apart and slots his thigh in between. Steve gasps, so deeply aroused, Eddie can feel the solid heat of him pressing against his thigh.

“Use me to get off baby” Eddie whispers, applying more pressure to Steve’s throat. “F-fuck” the younger man hisses, head thudding back against the wall. He grinds his hips, body jerking as his confined cock rubs against Eddie’s upper thigh.

“Want me to take those sweats off sweet thing?” The metalhead utters. Steve, eyes fluttering closed, nods desperately. Eddie keeps his right hand wrapped around Steve’s throat, and hastily tugs his sweats down with his left, they bunch up mid thigh.

“Get my dick out” Steve begs, trying to stop himself grinding long enough for Eddie to do as he asked. The metalhead groans, slipping his fingers under the waistband on Steve’s boxers, and peeling them down over his throbbing erection, “Jesus Christ” he breathes as Steve’s cock springs free, jutting out obscenely from his body.
Steve hisses as the cool air hits his length, he reaches out blindly, finds Eddie’s hips and pulls him flush against his lower body, pressing his naked cock against the soft fabric of Eddie’s plaid pyjama pants.

“I’m— I won’t last” Steve warns breathlessly as he starts rubbing himself off against the older man, head thumping back against the wall. “That’s okay sweetheart, I wanna see you come so fuckin’ bad.” Eddie murmurs, squeezing Steve’s throat just enough to make breathing more challenging.

Steve whines, bottom lip quivering where his lips part, he grips Eddie’s waist with purpose and ruts against him with deep rolls of his hips.

Eddie’s eyes flit between Steve’s face, beautifully pinched with arousal, and his long thick leaking cock, the precum leaving a warm damp spot on his pyjama pants.

Steve starts to tremble, his breathing ragged, “fu-ck, fuck Eddie, yeah I— m’coming” he cries.

Eddie grips Steve’s throat as he starts to orgasm, left hand moving down to grab the meat of his ass. “That’s it baby, fuck you look so good with come dripping out of that pretty cock” he says, breath ghosting over the shell of Steve’s ear; his own coil pulling tight in his gut as Steve’s cock throbs and spills against him, warm come soaking through the fabric of his pants.

He breathes through it, manages to keep his orgasm at bay, just focusing his everything on the younger man; watching as Steve’s face morphs beautifully from the peak to the afterglow.

He lets his hand slip from Steve’s throat, feels a little tug in his gut when he sees small marks printed on the younger man’s neck from his own hand. He cards his fingers through Steves mussed up hair “just stay still, I’ll take care of you.” He soothes, as Steve’s eyes still clench shut, whole body trembling. Eddie finds an old shirt from his hamper, cleans up the come from Steve spent cock. He crouches down and gently wiggles his boxers and sweats back up his legs, cautious to avoid his oversensitive length, he pats him on the hips to confirm that he’s done.

Steve’s eyes finally flutter open, “holy shit Ed’s” he huffs, one hand dragging over his face.

“Wanna drink? somethin’ to eat.. smoke?” Eddie ventures cautiously. Steve stretches his arms above his head, yawns and says “all of the above.”

“Sure thing Stevie.”

“You want me to uh..” Steve trails off, eyes glancing down to where Eddie still tents against his pants, soaked from upper thigh to waistband “don’t you worry bout me big boy” says Eddie easily. Steve looks a little confused, then his eyes grow wide as he notices the darkening damp fabric pulled taught across Eddie’s groin “shit, sorry about that.”

Eddie huffs a laugh “hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, so…” he trails off shrugging, promptly excusing himself before coming back a few minutes later in a fresh pair of pyjama pants, minus the boner. He brings Steve water and snacks, and pulls a joint out of his top drawer.

Steve smiles. They share the snacks and joint, sprawled on top of Eddie’s bed in the early hours of the morning.

Their conversation starts out light, but by their second shared blunt, Steve rests his hand on top of Eddie’s where it lies in between their bodies on the bed. “You can talk to me about the nightmares man, I get it, I get them too sometimes.” Eddie takes a steadying breath, and begins to finally unload his troubles.

Steve listens, offers comfort, offers tips to try. Steve explains that his nightmares peaked around the time the mindflayer made an appearance, but have abated more recently. Now, instead, he deals with pretty frequent headaches, the occasional migraine. Eddie squeezes his hand comfortingly. They doze off within minutes of one another, hands still touching, both feeling comforted, relaxed, less alone.

Steve’s schedule becomes a little hectic for a few days, between ferrying the kids to and fro, working at family video, basketball coaching at Hawkins High and making sure the house is tidy for his parents brief visit that coming weekend, he hasn’t seen Eddie except for in passing.

And that’s like, obviously totally fine. He’s not the kinda guy that gets all clingy and needy after two romps in the sack, albeit life altering romps. But he’s recently learning that he is the kinda guy that spends every waking hour thinking about those two encounters. Thinking about the potential to explore other fantasies, other kinks that he never really let himself indulge in before Eddie Munson.

He’s had a shocking number of revelations of late, being in to guys seemingly the least surprising of the lot. The problem is that he is kinda becoming obsessed with the metalhead, can’t stop reliving the way he looks when he’s getting Steve off, how he just exudes sex appeal without trying, how his eyes grow impossibly darker when he’s aroused.

Steve’s never jerked it so much in his entire life, he gets hard just thinking about their previous rendezvous.

On Friday afternoon after work, he decides to go for a run. If he stops for too long he’ll start thinking about Eddie and need to jerk off again. He finds out his old threadbare Hawkins high gym shorts, once a dark green now faded with years of wear and washing. They’re certainly more snug than he remembers. He pulls on his matching grey Hawkins High T-shirt and heads out into the early evening sun.

It feels good, heart pumping hard in his chest, sweat sliding down his back. Then he makes the mistake of wondering if Eddie would like him all sweaty, and has to run faster to get rid or his impending boner.

He absentmindedly decides that he’ll call Eddie when gets back, see if he wants to hang out (fuck). His parents aren’t due until tomorrow so maybe he could invite him over to his—

“Eddie?” Steve pants as he jogs to a stop at the bottom of his driveway and sees the older man sat on the stoop smoking a cigarette.

“My my Harrington, you tryin’ give a guy a coronary with those shorts?!” He drawls, raking his eyes over Steve’s sweaty form.

Steve’s bent in half trying to catch his breath but still manages to roll his eyes fondly.

“You wanna come inside?” He asks through his heavy breathing.

“Just try and stop me sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs flirtatiously with a wiggle of his brows. 

Steve pushes open the door, gestures for Eddie to go first (ever the gentleman).

Eddie shakes his head “after you” he says with a bow, biting his lip as he watches Steve’s thick ass bounce and flex in those ludicrous shorts.

He hums appreciatively as he follows the younger man through to the kitchen, desperate to mouth at the sweat stained trail along his spine.

Steve’s still catching his breath, he leans on the kitchen countertop, pressing his forehead to the cool marble surface.

“So how’ve been man—“ Steve starts,  he’s silenced by Eddie’s hand on his lower back, the metalhead moves closer, “you wanna know one of my fantasies Stevie?” He whispers seductively.

Steve takes a stuttering breath, already chubbing in his tight shorts “y-yeah” he croaks.

Eddie trails two fingers along the sweat stain on Steve’s spine “well, I’ve always wondered what’d be like to—“ he moves the same fingers to the top of Steve’s shorts, Steve’s breath hitches —“rip open these fucking obscene shorts—“ Eddie snaps the band on Steve’s waist eliciting a broken moan from the younger man —“make a nice hole riiiight here—“ he reinforces his point by dragging his fingers along Steve’s crack, pushing his fore and middle fingers into the fabric and applying pressure to the dip where Steve asshole lies beneath —“and pushing my tongue through—“

“Jesus Christ Eddie!” Steve keens. —“and gettin’ a taste of that sweet ass.” Eddie concludes with a harsh slap to Steve’s ass cheek.

Steve pushes himself up on his forearms, head hanging between his shoulders “well.. I could use some new shorts honestly.” He replies easily, wiggling his ass.

Eddie makes a pained noise in his throat, he moves closer behind the other man “they do… look a little worn-in baby”— he coos, thumb and forefinger tightly pinching the fabric on each cheek —“might as well give them a proper send off hmmm?” He rumbles before abruptly ripping the shorts apart, the seam running along Steve’s crack ripping open easily.

“Oh—holy fuck” Steve cries.

“Oh Stevie… seems you forgot your underwear.” Eddie sing songs, so amped up he has to physically restrain himself.

“It’s— they have— they have s-support” Steve stammers.

“Not any more they don’t.” Eddie sasses, breath ghosting across Steve’s ear.

He promptly drops to his knees behind Steve and guides his thick thighs further apart. Steve is chanting quiet curses under his breath, he chokes out a sob as he feels Eddie’s tongue push through the fabric, this is fuckin’ wild he think’s absentmindedly. But, Jesus fuck he wants it, he’s kinda scared by just how much he wants it. The older man’s tongue stretches between his cheeks to lick across his hole, “whoah, holy fuck” he startles, the sensation unfamiliar and so inexplicably heavenly, his eyes roll back in his head.

Eddie rips the shorts apart a little more to make room, leaning in he laves the tip of his tongue across Steve’s puckered rim; Steve’s breathless little moans stoking and fuelling the fire in his gut. He grabs an ass cheek in each hand and pulls them apart firmly “tastes so good babe” he murmurs, before surging forward and forcing his tongue inside the tight ring of muscle.

Steve cries out, ass pushing back against Eddie’s mouth that works so exquisitely against him.

Steve’s eyelids flutter, his mouth hangs open spurring on the older man with his whimpering moans of encouragement. “Oh, yeah—yes Eddie!” He grits out, working himself over the metalheads clever tongue “fuck, that feels so-sooo g-good” Steve pants out, right hand diving below his shorts, fingers wrapping around his length and jerking in time with Eddie’s sinful ministrations.

His cock is leaking like crazy, the slide of his hand slick and so very satisfying. Eddie edges back enough to whisper “you gonna come with my tongue in your ass sweetheart?” And that sentence in itself would be enough to send Steve over, but then Eddie’s tongue sinks deep inside his hole, his ring clad fingers squeezing his ass cheeks, and Steve comes with a long breathy high pitched moan.

His body convulses with his orgasm, his thighs shaking, ass pressing back against the older man.

He flops forward, head thumping the cool marble of the countertop, he feels Eddie shuffle behind him, the older man’s hands find his waist “deep breaths angel” he coos, thumbs rubbing soothing circles across Steve’s hips.

Once he feels like his body isn’t both floating and sinking anymore, Steve manages to push himself up to standing, he feels a hand on his shoulder “need anything?” Eddie asks gently.

“Shower. Food. Nap” Steve replies.

Eddie chuckles “sounds like a solid plan Stevie.. I’ll get out of your hair.”

Eddie turns to leave, but Steve manages finds some strength in his limbs, he turns and grabs Eddie’s wrist, “just stay, ok?”

Eddies lips quirk at the corners, he looks between Steve’s grip on his arm and his kind eyes “yeah.. yeah ok, I’ll stay.”

Eddie doesn’t leave until early the next morning, after a night spent in his definition of heaven. Helping Steve to get undressed for his shower, both giggling when Steve had held up the ruined shorts. Eating dinner together on the couch, watching reruns of old sitcoms. Talking about everything and nothing, falling into bed and whispering under the cover of near darkness. Like being with your best friend who you’re also in love with, it was everything Eddie ever wanted. He wanted Steve so much his body ached with it. He wanted in every possible way. He wanted his body, he wanted his mind, most of all he wanted his heart.

“It’s just.. I don’t think it’s like that Robin ok? It’s just like.. friends with uh.. benefits?”

“But, is that how Eddie sees it Steve?”

“Yeah.. well, I think so.. we haven’t really talked— about it.”

She face palms “guys are so moronic, seriously.”

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just sex. It’s not even like, full sex, we’re just.. fooling around.”

“So Eddie knows you have a date tonight then?” Robin presses, folding her arms.

“Well.. no, it hasn’t.. like, come up. I haven’t really seen him since last weekend anyway so…”

“I hope you know what you’re doing Steve. That guy has been through enough heartache to last a lifetime.”

Steve scoffs “stop being so dramatic Robs, I’ll tell him today, alright?”

She purses her lips “yeah, good luck with that.”

“Look, I like him.. like, maybe too much honestly. But I don’t think he sees it that way, we both know he’s a sexual deviant, I think I’m just another notch on his bed post.. which is totally fine. And also why I need to go on this date.” He concludes with a shrug.

“Holy shit men are so dumb. This is why I’m a lesbian.”

“Hey Ed’s, it’s Steve… Harrington?”

“Oh dang, I thought it was the other Steve. The hot one.” Eddie taunts.

“Shut up you dork—“ steve says with a wry smile —“listen, I just wanted to run somethin’ by you.”

“Alright, I’m listening.” Eddie replies evenly.

“So I have.. I have a date, tonight. Is that—that’s cool, right?”

Eddies heart squeezes in his chest, he clears his throat “yeah man, of course.” He replies with faux-nonchalance.

“Knew you’d be cool with it—“ Steve mumbles —“you have plans tonight?” He adds conversationally.

“Actually.. I also have a date.” Eddie replies, face palming silently. He does not have a date. 

“Oh—oh? You.. you’re uh, you have one too huh?” Steve stutters out ineloquently, a rush of cold sadness washing over him. 

“Yep. Yeah.. so I.. better go, get ready— for my, for the date.” Eddie struggles out. 

“Yeah, oh for sure. For sure. I’ll uh.. catch you tomorrow then?”

“Tomorrow—“ Eddie nods, hand dragging over his face “have a good night Steve.” He says flatly before hanging up.

“Yeah you.. —“ the line goes dead —“too, Ed’s.” Steve sighs heavily, plopping the phone back into its cradle.

“So Lauren, what are your plans now you’ve graduated?” Steve asks, handing his date a glass of wine before sitting by her side on his couch.

She proceeds to ramble on about college and why she doesn’t want to go too far because her older sister is pregnant blah blah blah. Steve is totally zoned out, entirely consumed with thoughts of Eddie.
Is he having a good date?
Is he out somewhere having dinner?      Is he gonna take them home, put his perfect hands on their naked body? Put his beautiful lips on their skin? He suddenly feels nauseous, he jumps up from the couch startling his date. “Steve, are you ok?”

He shakes his head, “I’m so sorry, I have to go.”

“Now?!” She asks incredulously.

He nods emphatically “I forgot I have to pick my.. uh, parents up from the airport? You talking about your family just reminded me! Sorry.. uh, rain check?” He asks grimacing.

“Sure, whatever Steve.” She says dismissively, grabbing her jacket and purse and promptly leaving, slamming the door behind her.

He sighs in relief, checks his watch. It’s just after 11, he pulls on his jacket and grabs his keys on autopilot. All he can focus on is seeing Eddie, immediately.

There’s a knock at the trailer door, Eddie feels nauseous. The thought of being intimate with anyone other than Steve feels so fucking wrong.
But Steve’s on a date with some vacuous girl, probably already sucking on her clit, tweaking her nipples, he shudders at the thought.

He takes a deep breath and finally opens the door.

“Hey” the man says warmly.

“Hey Alex, thanks for coming over at short notice.” He says with a warmth thats disingenuous, not that Alex seems to notice or care.

He gestures for the other man to follow him inside.

“I was hoping you’d call” Alex says with a wry smile.

Eddie doesn’t really have a response to that, so he just smiles, nods his head.

The thing is, Alex Diaz is like, knock-out hot. Short black wavy hair, bronzed skin, swimmers body, eyelashes for days. Eddie actually high fived himself after the first time he managed to get this Adonis into bed. He watches Alex move through to his bedroom, taking his shirt off as he goes. Presumptuous, Eddie thinks.

The metalhead ties his hair up in a loose bun, grabs two beers and follows Alex through to his room.

“So, how you’ve been man?” Eddie asks conversationally.

Alex sits back against the headboard, washboard abs flexing, warm smile on his perfect pink lips “all the better for seeing you Munson.” He utters flirtatiously, looking up at Eddie through those astonishing eyelashes.

Reasons to make a move on this guy rotate on a loop in Eddie’s brain — Steve is on a date. Steve is fucking someone else. Steve doesn’t want you for anything more than sex. Steve was probably just experimenting.

“You too man.” He replies, moving over to sit back against the headboard next to Alex.

“So—“ Alex begins, eyes tracing over Eddie’s body, he bites his bottom lip into his mouth —“can I.. kiss you now, please?” He asks.

Eddie huffs a laugh “seeing as you asked so politely.”

They both lean in, Alex slotting his lips between Eddie’s.

The beautiful Adonis of a man climbs into the metalheads lap, sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. His dick is already hard and pressing against Eddie’s stomach “someone’s keen” Eddie teases, eyes flicking down to the other man’s bulge.

Alex smiles his 1000 watt smile “what can I say? You have that effect on me Munson”— they share a smile —“m gonna suck your dick now” Alex says, already moving his way down Eddie’s body.

The metalhead groans, enjoying the sensation of being touched, wanted, desired by this beautiful guy.

Alex tugs off Eddie’s belt, pops the button on his jeans; mouths against his hardening length and proceeds to pull the zipper down with his teeth. “Jesus Christ” Eddie breathes. “Just Alex actually” the other man retorts with a smirk.

He reaches in through the gap in Eddie’s boxers, pulls his dick out and licks his lips. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Eddie groans, carding his fingers through the other man’s thick black hair. Alex drags his tongue along the length of Eddie’s cock, gets to the head, swirls his tongue and dips it into the slit. Eddies head thunks back against the headboard “so good” he murmurs. Wish you were Steve he thinks.

Steve pulls up outside the trailer, heart thumping, head pounding. He knew a migraine was imminent, the flashing lights in his peripheral vision have been there for nearing thirty minutes now. Doesn’t matter, he has to see Eddie. He climbs out of the Beemer, immediately noticing a motorbike parked next to Eddie’s van, “shit” he hisses.

He climbs the steps, notices the door isn’t quite shut properly. Morbid curiosity drags him inside.

“Ed’s?” He calls out quietly as he gets inside and shuts the door behind him.

“Alex fuck! Fuck yeah, keep going”—

Steve freezes.

There’s a choked out —“you want me to come in your mouth?”

His feet move closer to Eddie’s room of their own volition. He hears a garbled “want it in my ass Ed’s” and that’s when something animalistic takes over Steve’s body. He felt it when he faced down the demogorgan, then the dogs, the bats, Vecna. He wants to kill whoever is touching Eddie. 

He charges into the bedroom, tries to not look too closely at the situation. “Get the fuck off of him” he spits.

“Steve?” Eddie yelps, looking equal parts confused and mortified.

Alex seemingly takes it all in his stride, he lets Eddie’s cock slip out of his mouth, turns to face Steve and slowly licks his lips “and who the fuck are you?” He asks incredulously. Then his dark eyebrows quirk in realisation.

“Get. Out.” Steve orders. Eddie tucks himself away, sits up straighter, doesn’t know what to do, what to say, where to look. 

Alex climbs up off the bed, hard cock pushing against his sweats, he moves over to stand a few feet in front of Steve. “Make me” he challenges.

Eddies eyes are wide, they flit between both men, body frozen in place.

Steve leans in, face pulled into a bitter expression “Alex Diaz right?”— he says calculatingly. The other man tucks his chin, eyes narrowing —“your daddy know you like to suck off other boys?”

Alex scoffs “does yours?”

Steve rolls his eyes “don’t give a fuck either way” he lies.

Alex straightens, looks back over his shoulder to Eddie, whose still welded to the spot. “I’ll go—“ he concedes —“I know Eddie will call me when rich boy Steve Harrington shows his true colors.”

“Fuck you” Steve spits.

“Maybe next time pretty boy.” Alex retorts with a sly wink, he pushes past Steve, who manages to let him leave without slamming his head against a wall. 

They descend into a tense silence for a few moments. Steve refusing to meet Eddie’s wild eyes.

“You mind telling me what the fuck just happened Steve?!”—

Steve crouches to the floor, pressing his fingers into his temples.

—“hey, hey, are you ok?” Eddie asks, scrambling to the end of the bed.

Steve winces, eyes squeezing shut “migraine” he croaks out weakly.

“Shit, okay. Where are your pills Steve?”

“Glove compartment.”

Eddie rushes out to Steve’s car, grabs the pill bottle, gets a glass of water and takes them through to the younger man. Seeing Steve like this makes Eddie’s heart ache, he’s never seen one his migraines first hand. He puts the items on his nightstand, crouches down next to Steve and puts a supportive arm under his “come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

They stagger to the bed, Eddie eases Steve to sit so he’s propped up against the headboard. “Take these” he says passing him the tablets and water.

Steve does, struggling to lift the glass to his mouth, Eddie helps him with it, pressing the cool glass to his lips.

Steve fidgets uncomfortably, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Eddie tentatively touches his forehead, winces when he feels the heat radiating from it.

“Ok, let’s— can I undress you sweetheart?” He asks, watching Steve intently with a concerned expression.

“Ok.” Steve breathes.

He guides the younger man to lie down, head propped on a pillow. He takes off one shoe at a time; followed by his socks. He unbuckles Steves belt, “lift” he whispers, Steve does, and Eddie eases his jeans down and tosses them to the floor. He gently guides Steve’s arms above his head, lifts his polo up and manages to ease it off.
“I’ll be right back” he murmurs, gently squeezing the younger man’s shoulder. Steve makes a pitiful noise in response.

Eddie returns quickly. He lays a cool compress across Steve’s forehead, the younger man hums appreciatively. “I’m gonna take a quick shower Stevie, will you be ok?”—

Steve shakes his head in weak protest.

—“I promise I’ll be right back, you need to just— please just get some rest.”

When Eddie walks back in ten minutes later with damp hair and clean skin, Steve is asleep. The metalhead silently thanks the powers that be that Steves managing to get some rest.

Eddie pulls on some clean sweats and climbs in next to the younger man. He removes the compress which is now warm, and places a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll take care of you sweetheart” he whispers, fingers gently carding through his friends soft hair. He puts one reassuring hand over Steve’s and settles in to read his book. 

After keeping one eye on his friend for the better part of an hour, Eddie dozes off.
He gets roused back into wakefulness by Steve climbing between his legs mouthing at his bare chest.

“Steve?” He utters.

The younger man doesn’t answer verbally, instead he kisses his way down Eddie’s stomach, along the trail of fine dark hair below his navel “St-Steve, what’re you—?”

Steve’s dark eyes suddenly flick up to the older man’s.

“He put his fucking mouth on you Ed’s—“ he hisses. The metalhead gasps as Steves drops his head, shuffles lower to mouth at his hardening length through the fabric —“need to make you forget him Eddie, need to get my mouth on you instead.”

“Steve, you don’t need to—“

“Shhh”— Steve shushes, reaching up with a finger, pressing it against Eddie’s lips —“gonna make you mine, make you forget his name.”

“Fuck, Steve. Oh— ok baby, whatever you want.” Eddie murmurs, lifting his hips as the other man starts to pull his sweats off. His fully hard length slaps back against his abdomen. Steve curses under his breath, dark eyes rolling up to Eddie’s, “say my name.” He prompts forcefully.

“Steve baby, fuck.” Eddie writhes, feeling Steve’s warm breath ghosting along his length.

“Louder Ed’s”. Steve grits out, letting his tongue drag slowly along Eddie’s thick shaft.

“Steve! Steve baby please, please baby.” He begs, hips rolling, fingers diving into the younger man’s hair, scratching lightly across his scalp. Steve moans, drags his tongue around the shiny head, digs it into his wet slit, “Jesus fuck!” Eddie yelps.

Steve’s eyes drag up to Eddie’s once more, “you keep those eyes on me, want you to watch how good I am, gonna make you come Ed’s.”

Eddies eyes roll back in his head, he gets up onto his forearms, spreads his legs wider. Steve hums approvingly, leaning down to lave his tongue across Eddie’s tight balls. The older man sobs brokenly, wondering if it’s all a perfect wet dream. Steve takes the head into his mouth, eyes pinning Eddie in place. He sucks on the head, groaning when a jet of precum hits his tongue.

He swallows him down to half way, uses his hand for the part he can’t yet reach. Eddies eyes squeeze shut, his head tips back as he pants and curses.

The younger man slides off “eyes on me” he orders. Eddies head snaps forward, he’s rewarded by Steve taking him down to the hilt, swallowing and moaning around the intrusion.

“St-Steve, holy shit! you’re, ah, fuck, so good” the younger man slips off “better than him?” He asks, voice rough and so unbelievably sexy. “Fuck, Steve, no contest baby.” Eddie says earnestly.

“Damn fucking right.” Steve huffs, before taking the thick cock back into his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, letting saliva fill his mouth and pressing his tongue to the prominent vein that runs underneath. More pre cum leaks onto his tongue and it makes him feel feral, he sucks like his life depends on it. Eddies fingers tighten against his scalp, “ah fuck, m’gettin close baby.”

Steve just moans fervently in response, hands digging under Eddie’s ass and squeezing his cheeks. The metalhead jerks forward, cries Steve’s name as his dick starts to flood the younger man’s mouth. Steve swallows greedily, groaning as the salty warmth fills his mouth and slides down his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Eddie whisper-shouts as he starts to come down from his high.

Steve crawls up his body. Eddie only now noticing the younger man is naked, his lower half having been hidden below blankets. His cock is throbbing between his legs, the older man whimpers at the sight.

“Who do you belong to Eddie?” Steve rumbles, breath ghosting over the older man’s parted lips.

“You Steve, only you.” The older man replies shakily.

“Don’t you forget it.” Steve whispers before dipping down to lick into Eddie’s mouth.

The metalhead gasps, tasting himself on Steve’s tongue, he wraps his arms around broad bronzed shoulders. Steve sucks his bottom lip, trails hot kisses along his jaw, he tucks a curl behind his ear and leans into whisper “you ever been fucked before?”

Eddie whines, hips rolling up to feel Steve’s erection. “No— no I haven’t.”

“You want me to be your first?” Steve murmurs, grinding his hips down against Eddie’s oversensitive cock. “F-fuck, yeah, yes!”

“Thought so.” Steve says cockily, mouthing his way down Eddie’s chest. Eddie spreads his legs instinctively, inviting the younger man in. Steve sits back on his heels, large hands reaching out to grip the backs of Eddie’s thighs. He pushes them back towards the older man “show me” he urges.

Eddies chest heaves with anticipation, he pulls his knees back and opens his legs wide for Steve.

Steves eyes darken, they’re hooded and hungry, glistening with desire.

“Oh fuck Eddie—“ Steve says it like he aches with it. The older man, driven by an overwhelming desire and desperation to please, lets go of his thighs, reaches down and pulls his ass cheeks apart, his smooth hole gaping and begging for penetration.

Steve groans, places the flat of his hand across Eddie’s hole and taps it, letting his fingers push against warm soft skin. The  older man arches his back, pulls himself open wider. “You’re my filthy slut, aren’t you huh?” Steve says almost reverently. Eddie nods desperately, broken sobs slipping out of his mouth.

Steve shuffles to lie down, leans up on his elbows, face mere inches from Eddie’s fluttering hole. He grips his hands on top of the older man’s, and leans in to lave his tongue across his opening.

They moan in unison. Steve swirls his tongue around the soft flesh just inside Eddie’s hole, licks his lips with a quiet “fuck”, before forcing the full length of his tongue inside his warm silky inner walls. “St—eve— oh god, ah, ah, oh fuck baby, yeah, yes, that’s it, holy fuck.” Eddie chants, eyes rolling, jaw slack.

Steve moans against him, moans inside him. Licks around and inside his ass possessively. 

He edges back just enough to utter “you wanna get my dick wet now Ed’s?”

“Fuck yes!” Eddie cries.

The younger man climbs up his body, sits on his chest, his impressive length juts out from a thatch of dark tamed curls. Eddie pushes himself up on his elbows, coming eye level with the biggest dick he’s ever seen in real life. 

Eddie’s fingers knead into the meat of his full ass “you’re—uh, it’s.. big, never seen it up close”  Eddie praises, mouth watering. “Think you can take it?” Steve challenges, looking down at him with a smug expression. Eddie drags his eyes over Steve’s cock “not that much bigger than my dildo” he shrugs with a wicked grin.

Steve huffs a laugh, rolls his eyes “Yeah, but your dildo can’t do this—“ without preamble Steve slots his thumb behind Eddie’s bottom teeth, forces his mouth open and thrusts his dick inside. The older mans eyes roll, a reedy moan muffled around Steve’s length. He fucks into his mouth repeatedly, hands tangling in Eddies curls.

Eddie absentmindedly thinks ‘two can play at this game Harrington’, and with that he forces Steve in to the hilt, opens his mouth wider and sucks his balls in too. Steve cries out with exquisite surprise, blunt fingernails digging into Eddie’s scalp.

The older man sucks and rolls his tongue over hot flesh, his own dick straining, leaking, harder than it’s ever been.

The younger man pushes Eddie back “Jesus Christ Eddie!” He pants out breathlessly, sweat glistening across his collar bone, his hairy chest heaving. “Fuck, you’re so bad.” He coos in awe, shaking his head in disbelief.

Eddie stretches his tongue out, flicks it over the head of Steve’s dick, making it bob up and down. “Turns out you’re no angel either sweetheart” he says with a quirked brow. He spits on the head of Steve’s cock, pulling a loud curse from the younger man. “Think you’re ready now babe” the metalhead says with a wiggle of his brows.

Steve climbs off, pushes Eddie onto his side and sidles up behind him. “Is your lube in the draw?”

“Yeah.”

Steve fumbles through the top drawer, quickly locating the small bottle. He squirts some onto his fingers, and tucks his hand between Eddie’s legs to rub it over his hole. “Ah, fuck, oh my god” the older man whines, gripping the back of his knee and lifting his leg to give Steve ample room.

The younger man slicks his cock, scoots a little lower down the bed so he can push the tip against Eddie’s rim. “Better than your dildo right?” Steve challenges, leaning over to mouth at Eddie’s shoulder, the metalhead whimpers a croaky “yes”.

“Wanna see if you can take it all baby?”

Eddie nods, feeling his hole relax and gape, he’s so fucking desperate for it his body thrums. “yeah— wanit all” he slurs.

“Course you do, my perfect slut” Steve grips the back of Eddie’s knee and forces his dick into the hilt.

Eddie jolts, shouts Steve’s name, his legs trembling.
“There you go”— Steve praises —“how does this feel baby?” He asks before sliding his cock out half way and thrusting back in with conviction. Eddie gasps, back arching “fuck!—“ he shouts —“harder” he grits out. Steve chuckles darkly, “like this?” He asks, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in with the full force of his body. Eddie’s body grows plaint, “yes” he hisses. He needs it, needs to be used, needs to be fucked and filled, more than that, he needs it all from Steve. “Your asshole feels so fucking good Ed’s— just wanna pound you into the mattress.”

“Do it.” Eddie murmurs breathily.

Steve seamlessly rolls him onto his front still fully sheathed inside. Eddie opens his legs wide, lifts his ass off the bed eliciting a needy moan from the younger man.

“Sure you can take it?” Steve asks; long fingers splaying over the metalheads ass cheeks, pushing into the lean meat and pulling them apart. He slips his dick in and out in small aborted thrusts, transfixed by the way Eddie’s hole drags over his length “please Steve, need it.” Eddie begs shamelessly. “I know you do baby”— Steve coos —“fuck you feel unreal.” He snaps his hips, burying himself deep inside the older man’s taught inner walls. He begins an unrelenting pace, skin slapping skin, shameless moans filling the humid air, the bed creaks in protest, headboard slamming against the wall with every deep thrust.

Eddie buries his face in the pillow to muffle his sobs of pleasure, Steve’s hand grips his curls, tugs his head back “lemme hear you cry on my cock Ed’s” he orders.

The metalhead feels his eyes prick with tears as Steve begins to slam against his prostate repeatedly, his body shakes, the coil in his gut wound so tight he has to bite down on the pillow to stave off his orgasm. He wants so desperately to come, but he never wants this to end.

“Roll over”— Steve orders —“need to see you.”

Eddie manages to get on his back with a lot of effort. Steve watches him intently, eyes greedily raking over his sweat sheened body. The younger man pushes his dick against Eddies fucked out hole, lifts his shaky legs onto his shoulders and bends him in half as his cock slides back in to the hilt. Eddies eyes flicker, his mouth falling open in a silent scream. Then Steve’s tongue is in his mouth, licking possessively, sucking on his tongue, biting his bottom lip.

it grows messier, Steve leans his sweaty forehead against the older man’s, looks him dead in the eye “come for me now” he whispers. Eddies eyes squeeze shut, the coil finally snapping “oh my god Steve” he wails, fingers clawing along the other man’s damp back, Steve watches the pleasure consume Eddie’s features, he feels a bolt of unparalleled arousal shoot through his body “Ed—Eds, I—I’m coming.” He pants, forehead resting heavily against the older man’s, Eddie’s hole clenches around him, and then it’s just animalistic sounds of pleasure and filthy curses shared between them as they both ride out their orgasms.

Steve collapses on top Eddie, body turning to mush, both sinking into the crumpled sheets. Eddie runs his hands over the plains of Steve’s back. It takes a few minutes for them both to regain normal brain function. “What. The fuck. Was that?!” Eddie asks, Steve’s face is still buried in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t wanna share you.” Steve mumbles.

Eddie cards his hand through Steve’s hair “you never had to baby, I’ve been yours since March.”

Steve manages to push himself up onto his forearms, he looks down at the older man with a sorrowful expression. “I thought you— I thought you just wanted to.. Y’know fool around with me.”

“Well, I never thought even that was an option. And once I realised it was, it was like I allowed my brain to acknowledge what my heart had known for months.”

“Which is?” Steve asks with a hopeful lilt to his voice.

Eddie tucks his lips into his mouth, presses them together, eyes narrowed in deliberation. He wants to say it, he knows he means it. He sighs quietly, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand “that I.. I love you.”

He feels Steve’s dick twitch where it’s still seated inside him, he raises an eyebrow.

“You do?” The younger man asks with wide eyes, brow pinched.

Eddie stretches up to slot their lips together, “yeah, I really do.” He concludes, head resting back against the pillow.

“Say it again?” Steve whispers.

“I’m in love with you Steve.”

Steve’s cock twitches, almost fully hard again.

“Again.” He pleads, eyes fluttering closed.

Eddie whimpers “love you so much baby.”

Steve snaps his hips, dragging a moan from both men.

“Fuck baby, yes!” Eddie whisper-shouts, legs falling open.

“Tell me you love me.” Steve orders, building a steady rhythm, slick slide of his own come making it wet, filthy squelching noises spurring him on to fuck into Eddie harder.

“Oh g-god Steve, oh fuck baby, feels so good, fucking love you.” Eddie mewls, oversensitivity morphing into extreme pleasure as he gets his sensitive prostate pounded repeatedly.

“You wanna be mine, don’t you?” Steve asks somewhat rhetorically, too focused on giving Eddie his everything.

“Only yours Stevie, only ever yours.” He breathes, eyes unfocused and hazy as he lets himself be used by the man he loves.

“Eddie, fuck I’m gonna come again.”

“Yeah? Fuck Steve, I’m close.”

“Say it again.” Steve demands breathlessly, dick slipping in and out of Eddies wet warmth.

Eddie pushes himself up on his elbows, nuzzles behind Steve’s ear, whispers into the shell “you’re fucking perfect, god I love you.” Steve jerks, dick swelling inside Eddie’s slick inner walls, he nudges the older man back so he can meet his eyes “I love you too” he whispers.

Eddie whites out, meets nirvana in that moment, Steve loves him, Steve’s coming inside him, he’s coming for the third time tonight because of the man he loves.

Steves hips still, dick buried inside Eddie as he spills over again. Once his vision refocuses, he feels his arms giving out, legs trembling, he reluctantly slides out, shuffles down his body and rests his head on his chest.

Eddies arms wrap around his body, holding him tight.

“Did you mean it, Steve?” Eddie ventures tentatively.

Steve tilts his head, leans his chin on Eddie’s chest, meets his eyes. He lets an easy smile quirk his lips, he nods “I meant it.” He whispers.