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Steve supposes, when he really thinks about it, truly thinks about it without shying away, that these thoughts weren’t exactly new.

He remembers feelings more than he remembers anything. The feeling of noticing his own appreciation when certain boys showed up to school with new haircuts or tighter jeans. The feeling when a particularly attractive man smiled only at him, that little heart stop in his chest. The stomach flip in the locker room after practice when Tommy or Billy taunted him, entirely naked.

Yeah, it wasn’t new.

But it never lasted. It was always something he could brush away after it happened, blame on hormones or whatever. His blood might stop dead in his veins every once in a while because of a guy, but it flowed again soon after. He never really had to confront it, there was never a reason to. No reason to believe any guy was interested in taking it further. Men didn’t openly flirt with their male friends in the 80s in Hawkins, Indiana.

That is, until he met Eddie.

Eddie was a wild card. He was confident, forward, sarcastic. He flirted with Steve with no shame behind it, no hiding. “No wonder the ladies loved you, Harrington, look at those hands.” “I’ve gotta do some research, see what sort of magic I’d need to become those shorts.” “You look at everybody like that, or am I just lucky?”

Steve blushed every time. He knew it wouldn’t take anything to get Munson in his bed. But something always stopped him, some deep-seated worry that it might all really be in his head. Because if he was right, great. But if he was wrong? So much shit would change instantly for the worse, and he didn’t know if his little crush was worth losing potentially everything he had worked for. His big Hawkins family, the quiet he had finally gotten once everyone from high school had stopped idolizing him, he wasn’t ready to give that up if Eddie really was just messing around with him.

So it was entirely because of Eddie that something happened between them. One warm summer night alone in his trailer, they had been talking about the stress Steve was feeling lately. Obviously their run-in with the Upside Down wasn’t helpful for much, but he was mostly just struggling with his feelings for Eddie and the fact that Robin was going off to college soon, leaving him alone to deal with everything by himself. Which he was not ready for. He had come to rely on Robin a lot to help him survive, his only friend he was close enough with to be vulnerable and talk to. He was either going to have to make new friends, and he didn’t think there was anybody like Robin anywhere in their town, or he’d have to actually open up to the people he already knew and loved. Which was hard, too. He didn’t even know if he could talk to anyone in the rest of the group that way he could talk to Robin. He was testing the waters with Eddie with this conversation (minus mentioning his feelings for him), seeing if he might be able to make a close friend out of him, yet. He looked like he was thinking about something intently while Steve talked, not quite sure if he was going to bring it up or not. In the end, he asked a question that Steve hadn’t been prepared for.

“You ever tried E?” Eddie asked, smirking tentatively, tilting his head and scrunching up his eyebrows.

Steve felt a little skip in his chest at the look on Eddie’s face and the implication of his words. He squinted at the other, trying to judge his intentions. “No…I haven’t.”

Eddie peered at Steve with a sort of daring look, “Do you want to?”

Steve thought for a long while, weighing the question in his mind. The most he’d ever done was tap kegs and bum a hit from the occasional joint. This was definitely different. Something he was interested in for sure, but a little worried about. There were a lot of ways to make a fool out of oneself.

“What? King Steve can be eaten alive by bats but is scared of a little pill?” Eddie teased, crossing his arms over a black Metallica shirt that looked like it had seen better days.

He stopped at that, finding it a good point. He opened his mouth to say just that when Eddie intercepted.

“Kidding, of course. I just thought it might take your mind off of things a bit and help you open up. It has helped me a few times recently after everything and I thought I would offer. No pressure at all.”

Steve smirked and characteristically ran a slightly less stable hand through his hair, “I was actually going to say you had a point there. I’ve been through a lot worse, I’m sure it can’t even come close to the feeling of bleeding out. Why not? Do you have some? Or do we have to go get it?”

Eddie started walking toward his bedroom determinedly. “I have it. I don’t usually have it to sell, but Rick’s guy gave him some and he figured I might be able to push it out to the younger crowd throughout the summer. I guess he didn’t think I’d become Hawkins Most Wanted so fast. Not only does nobody want to see me at their party, I wouldn’t be caught dead trying to sell drugs with so many people just waiting for a reason to toss me in prison.”

Steve didn’t quite know how to respond to that. It was no secret that Eddie was having a hard time reacclimating to life in Hawkins, the entire town thought he murdered a cheerleader and sacrificed her to the devil even after he had been cleared. One doesn’t just come back from that easily. But he didn’t think about how he might have to be a lot more careful these days if he wanted to stay under the radar.

“Hey…people will come around. It might take a few years, but I don’t think it will last forever. You’re cool. And you have a lot of new friends to vouch for you.”

Eddie’s lips quirked up and he got a silly, sentimental haze in his eyes, “Aww, Stevie, you think I’m cool?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “The coolest. Now, teach me how to do this.”

Eddie laughed as he opened up a baggie and took two pills out of it, “What do you mean, teach you? You put it in your mouth and swallow it. I’m sure you have plenty of practice with that.”

Steve’s eyes widened as he chuckled nervously and pushed Eddie’s arm playfully. His mildly shaky hand took one of the pills and waited for his counterpart to be ready.

“Oh, and um, do you not have to worry about your uncle coming home?” Steve wondered.

“Oh, psh, my uncle works the night shift. Typically I don’t see him until I’m getting ready for school.”

Steve could relate to not seeing his guardians very often. But he was pretty sure that was a very different situation.

“You ready?” Eddie asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

They each popped a capsule into their mouths and took a sip from their drinks to wash it down.

Steve set his cup down and slapped his hands onto his thighs, “I think I’m feeling it.”

Eddie threw his head back and cackled, which brought a big smile to Steve’s face, “Yeah, it doesn’t quite work like that, Harrington.”

They sat on the couch and talked about various things for a while. The campaign Eddie was planning for the kids, the new movies coming out, Robin’s new relationship with Vickie and how Steve missed having her around now that the two were attached at the hip.

It was comfortable, his friendship with Eddie. They could talk for hours and laugh hysterically. But there was an underlying tension that Steve didn’t know if they both felt or if it was just him. A feeling where if there was any pause in conversation, it might eat him alive and spit him back out onto the concrete. So he kept up the conversation, trying to never run out of things to say. When he didn’t want to talk, he would get Eddie started on something he knew he was passionate about enough to ramble on for a long while. Somewhere along the way, he began to feel his heart pick up its pace.

It was an anxious feeling, like his ribcage was a pinball machine and every breath and heartbeat was a ball being thrown around inside. He also started to notice his vision getting more acute, like someone had turned up the sharpness of the image his eyes portrayed into his brain. He stared forward quietly, taking inventory of his body and the changes he was feeling.

“You feel that?” He asked, still staring into the aether.

“That shakiness in your chest and the feeling like the room just got bigger? Yeah, for about five minutes now.”

Steve took a deep breath, and felt himself sink respectively deeper into the couch. “Why does this help?”

“Hmm?” Eddie said quietly, staring into the living room as Steve was doing.

Steve let his head fall to his shoulder to look over at Eddie, who looked quite…pretty in the light. “Why does this help you feel better? After everything?”

The other boy turned to look at him, “Well, when you’re by yourself it’s just sort of this blissful feeling, like nothing in the world can change it. You just fall into whatever you’re laying on and it’s like you can feel the world breathe into you. It’s the same with people, but when you’re around people you get more of this determination to talk and get to know the other person, like you want to connect. I figured we might need a little bit of that, since I know for a fact sober me doesn’t even want to acknowledge that the Upside Down exists most of the time, much less talk about it. If it makes you want to talk and we work through some things, cool. If it doesn’t, that’s alright too. I didn’t have too many expectations coming into this.”

Steve furrowed his brow. It would be nice to talk to Eddie about it, maybe make him number two on his list of people he can open up to. “Hmm. Okay.”

“Just let yourself feel things, and if you feel like doing anything or you feel something change, don’t be afraid to say something.”

“Okay, I can get on board with that.”

They talked some more, laughing more freely and heartily than they might normally let themselves. Steve had turned on the couch and put his legs in Eddie’s lap at some point. He noticed a mild look of panic on his face when he did, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, and he hadn’t thrown his legs off of him so he figured it was safe. The warmth of his skin against Steve’s was like a thrumming, like an energy was being given off that he could actually feel. Eddie didn’t mention it though, so neither did he. They smiled as they talked about Mrs. Hartman’s teeny tiny glasses and how she always began every scolding with “MISTER Harrington!” or Munson in her shrill voice and chuckled as Eddie did his best impression of it.

“Do you get nightmares?” Eddie asked, shifting the tone. He was looking blankly off at the floor past Steve’s shoulder, his hand absent-mindedly fiddling with some of his loose curls.

Steve paused, carefully choosing what he wanted to say so as to give this conversation the proper space it deserved. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I get nightmares. Not as many as when everything was fresh, but they’re just as terrifying as the first one. That never changes, how scared I get or the feeling when I finally wake up.” He glanced at Eddie’s face, finding him looking right back at him. “But they do slow down. It sounds silly, but I’ve found sleeping with a light on helps.”

Eddie was gazing at Steve with interest, the fear of asking in the first place melted away.

“Why? What are yours like?”

Eddie swallowed, preparing to talk again. He tore his gaze away from Steve’s face again, not feeling able to say what he was thinking while also looking at the other. “There’s, um, always that feeling you get when you’re there? Where you’re scared to take a step or breathe or say anything, and you’re looking all around for the next monster to come barreling at you, but you really don’t want to look around and see anything, you just want to hide in a corner. And then something will happen where I really should be doing something. I’ll see a demo-dog running towards Dustin, or Robin about to step on a vine, or you with a bat tentacle around your throat. And I’ll try to do something. To run to one of you, to scream, to do anything at all, but I look down and I don’t have a body, I don’t have a mouth. I have the courage to do something, but no means to do it. And then whatever I tried to stop…happens. Dustin will be attacked, Robin will alert Vecna, you’ll suffocate on the ground. And I’m helpless. I’m trying to scream or run to you, but I can’t. I just have to watch. And then…I wake up. Typically crying.”

Steve had reached for Eddie’s hand about halfway through him talking, just kind of grazing his fingertips along the top of his hand and up his wrist. Something he never would have done sober, but the drug made it a lot easier to be affectionate.

“Mine are pretty similar, honestly. Everyone will be in the Byers’ house, laughing and having fun, and I’m outside watching from my car. Then I’ll see the lights outside of their house start to flash. I scream myself hoarse and break my hands trying to get out of the car, but I just can’t. And I can hear them inside screaming and see the demogorgon’s shadow through the window. It never comes for me. It just makes me watch as it kills everyone I love.” Steve swallowed, a tight feeling in his throat from expressing things he tried never to even think about. But Eddie had brought it up, he had wanted to talk about it, and Steve would be damned if he would ever make him think he was alone in all this.

“Why do you think it’s like that? Those things are fucking scary, I would think my dreams would be about me being chased or gutted again. But it’s always just watching it happen to someone else.”

Steve thought for a second, still skimming his fingers over Eddie’s. “I, uh, think we’re just scared to be powerless. And I know it’s this case for me, I don’t know about you, but…I’m scared to lose them. I really didn’t have a lot going for me before all of this. I had a couple of friends who didn’t really give a shit about me and a school full of people who idolized me but didn’t even know who I was. And my family is a whole different story. But now? I have people. People who care about me, even after getting to know me. People who I want to protect with my life and would just lose my mind if I ever lost even one of them. So yeah…I think it makes a lot of sense that my nightmares are of me not being in a position where I can save them.”

Eddie was staring at Steve like he had never really seen him before. There was an understanding in his eyes that Steve never quite got from anybody else.

“That makes a lot of sense. I really care about these kids. And Robin, and Nancy, and…you.”

Steve gave a soft smile, keeping his eyes at their hands and letting the silence hang between them for a while. Steve took a deep breath, feeling the little metal balls shoot around inside his chest again. He felt a low buzzing in his head and a flush all across his body, particularly bad down his arms and legs. He had a nervous, shaky feeling in his stomach and a coldish sweat soaking through the lower back of his shirt.

“How are you feeling, Harrington?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Like really fucking warm. Like I don’t want any clothes on my body.”

Eddie let out a snort at that. “Believe it or not, that’s very common. I almost never wear clothes when I take it.”

“...You don’t?” Steve was having a hard time getting that picture out of his head. It was made worse by the feeling of pure bliss vibrating through his skin.

“Nope. It’s great.” Eddie hesitated for a moment before cautiously saying, “...You don’t have to, either. If you don’t want. To wear clothes, I mean.”

Steve raised his eyebrows at the obviously nervous boy before letting his body make the choice before his brain. He pulled at the neckline of his shirt until it bunched in his hands, then unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of them and tossing them both in a pile on the floor.

He sat back down next to Eddie with pink-tinged cheeks and a small smirk on his face.

“Your turn.”

Eddie’s eyes widened for a split second before he rolled them and stood up facing Steve to follow suit. He was careful to keep his underwear up as he took off his tighter-fitting jeans, and joined the other back on the couch, finally looking back into the other boy’s eyes after removing his clothing.

“Better?”

Steve was staring at Eddie’s abdomen with an incredulous look on his face. Eddie thought something might be wrong, but then he pointed just above the hem of his underwear to a tattoo that had been revealed when he took his shirt off, “What’s that?”

Eddie remembered instantly, his jaw dropping and his hand flying to cover it. “Fuck! That’s, uh, nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Steve grew braver at Eddie’s denial, grabbing his hand and throwing it off of the tattoo and baring a wide smile when he looked at it closer. “I was right, that says exactly what I thought it did!”

Right below Eddie’s bellybutton was a tattoo that said, “You must be over [ ] this big to ride” with an arrow pointing down.

Eddie had his hands covering his face, laughing in utter embarrassment at his stupidity. “Half the time I forget I even have that.”

“What is that? Seven inches?” Steve roared, both of them doubling over in laughter.

Eddie tried to answer through his staggered breaths, “I’m not going to ask how you guessed that so accurately, but yes, it’s seven inches.” He wiped the tears that were leaking from his eyes from his cackling.

“Hmm. Definitely not a problem for me, then.”

Eddie’s smile dropped, his face going slack at the implication of what Steve was saying. It was definitely the drugs, so he figured he would just joke about it. He played off the change in his face by dropping his jaw in a mock disbelief.

“Mister Harrington! You know, rumors circle around the school, but I never even thought for one second they might be true.”

Okay, so that was a lie, he had definitely given it some thought.

Steve had the audacity to look mildly sheepish at that despite being the one to start it. “Oh, don’t listen to anybody. Half of the people saying that saw it when I barely even knew how to use it.”

They were both blushing, sitting sideways on the couch, facing each other.

“So it doesn’t freak you out?” Eddie asked after a lapse of time just spent smirking at each other and reveling in the euphoric feeling in their bones.

“What?”

“That I’m…gay.”

Steve snickered and looked up into Eddie’s eyes, “Why would it? You know I’m okay with Robin, it would be pretty shitty of me to not be okay with the other way.”

“Yeah, I know that. I just meant because we’re currently doing drugs together in my trailer with our clothes off. Thought maybe that might make you uncomfortable.”

Steve teasingly poked Eddie’s foot with his own and ran his hand through his hair, letting the air charge around them a bit more. “No. I don’t think uncomfortable is the word I would use at all.”

Eddie had watched Steve’s hand card through his hair, which had no right looking that soft, and threw an arm behind his head, resting his elbow against the headrest of the couch. His other hand laid slack over his bare stomach.

They sat together in the buzzing silence for a while, stealing glances at the other and blushing when the other met their gaze, looking away, only to do it all over again.

“So are you going to prove it, or what?”

Steve cocked his head and furrowed his brows in question.

Eddie really was taking a leap here. But he had never been so sure that the move he was making was safer than it had ever been. If Steve punched him and walked out? It wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d been through. It would hurt, for sure. But he was pretty sure he wouldn’t do that.

“How it’s definitely not a problem for you,” Eddie mocked playfully.

The other sat for a moment, thinking to himself, before growing a mischievous, taunting look on his face. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

It was a test. Would Eddie shy away and say ‘no way’, ending this whole flirtatious encounter, or would he sack up and push it the small distance it needed to make it more. And by god, was Eddie nervous when he said

“Okay.”

They sat there, both a little in shock, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Steve’s pinball machine was going crazy now, the excitement and nervousness pairing with the raw energy from the ecstasy to make a whole new feeling. He had no idea how long they sat there, hoping the other would start so they wouldn’t have to, but it felt like hours. Finally, Eddie made the first move.

“Well? Who’s going first?” He dared.

Steve made another suggestion, “How about…we both close our eyes, take them off, and then open our eyes at the same time.”

Eddie looked up at the ceiling, seeming to weigh the idea in his mind. “Yeah, I can get on board with that. But how will I know you’re not peeking?”

Steve smiled at that, “I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, then closed them. “Okay, Harrington. Close ‘em.”

They both closed their eyes, Eddie secretly peeking to make sure he really had his eyes closed. When he was satisfied that they were, he said, “Alright. Now we take them off, I guess?” Steve nodded, forgetting that Eddie couldn’t see him, and said, “Yes.”

They both could hear the other shifting around, getting their underwear down around their ankles and dropping them to the floor where the rest of their clothes lay.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

They sat naked in the silence for a moment before Eddie said, “Open.”

They both opened their eyes, first landing on each other’s faces and then drifting down.

Eddie whistled at the sight of Steve. “Jesus Christ, Harrington, you weren’t kidding.” Steve sat with a hand propped on one knee and the other on his inner thigh, sort of bracketing his groin.

“Oh don’t give me that, look at you, you’re almost as thick as I am long.”

That wasn’t an inaccurate statement, Eddie knew he made up for his average length with not-so-average girth.

Eddie was sitting with his arms hugging around his torso self-consciously. “I bet it’s even bigger usually, ecstasy tends to have a shrinking effect on,” Eddie inclined his head to both of their dicks, “certain appendages.”

Steve looked down at his own, noticing it did look sort of retracted. “It does?”

“Oh yeah. Usually it doesn’t matter if you’re fully erect, though.”

Steve contemplated the sentence in his mouth before courageously saying, “Well, get fully erect then. Give me the full experience.”

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. Their current situation was definitely not something most men did, but it was something they could probably brush off and forget about as the time they got a little crazy doing drugs together. But masturbating? In full sight of each other? He didn’t know if they could just forget about that. Or at least he didn’t know if he could.

“Just me? Or you, too?”

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll do it with you.”

Eddie couldn’t believe what was about to happen. A few weeks ago he was wondering what city he would have to move to in order to even see a penis, and now he had Steve Harrington in all his naked glory on his couch.

“Well, here goes nothing.” Eddie took hold of his rapidly hardening length as Steve did his. They slowly jerked from base to tip a few times, watching each other the whole time. Steve could feel himself getting harder, and he knew for sure it had nothing to do with his own ministrations and everything to do with watching Eddie.

Through a breathy voice, Eddie asked, “How the fuck are you getting even bigger?”

Steve laughed, quickening his pace a bit but slowing at the head to give a little extra friction there. Eddie synced up with Steve. This wasn’t how he tended to do it, but the idea that he was copying what Steve did to get himself off was much hotter to him.

Eddie took creative liberty, raising his hand to his mouth and spitting into it, then using it to lubricate his movements.

Steve threw his head back and groaned, his dick twitching in his hand at that image. “Fucking hell, Eds. Warn a guy.”

He laughed at that, smirking as he sped up the pace this time. He decided he would let himself make some noise, maybe get more of those sounds from Steve.

Eddie hitched his breath softly, letting out small moans and “oh god”s occasionally.

He could tell it was doing it for Steve, as he started to get more vocal as well.

“Fuck, Eddie. I, fuck. This is fucking amazing, but I don’t know if it will be enough.”

Eddie knew what he meant, it was hard to get there on ecstasy. He always needed a little extra help.

“I, shit. Yeah. It can be hard sometimes. But I have an idea. Trust me?”

Steve’s voice sounded tense with frustration at not having enough sensation, “Fuck. Yeah, I trust you. Whatever, go for it.”

Eddie surprised Steve by standing up and leaving the room. It shocked him enough to get him to stop, but damn was it not bad watching him walk away.

“Eds?”

“Coming, don’t get your panties in a twist.” His tall lankiness re-entered the room with a small metal box in hand and a nervous look on his face.

“Now…if you don’t want to, that’s okay. But this is the only way I can get myself anywhere on X.”

Steve looked hesitantly at the box as Eddie opened it, seeing some small bottles and a few strange silicone shapes sitting inside.

He scrunched up his face in confusion (which Eddie found wildly adorable) before his eyes widened comically and he instinctively pulled away a bit.

“You don’t have to! If it’s not your speed, that’s totally cool.”

Steve had never really thought about if it was his speed or not. He cocked his head a bit and studied the toys. They really didn’t look too big.

“Would you…guide me?”

Eddie didn’t quite expect that, he more expected him to say no and they would just try to do their best with what they were doing already, but he was eager to test the waters.

“Of course. Here, take this one. It’s the best for beginners.” Eddie handed Steve a bottle of lube and a slimmer toy than the rest, curved slightly at the end and with a strange bent hook at the bottom and a ball at the end.

Steve had no clue what he was looking at, but trusted the one handing it to him with every fiber of his being at this point, so it didn’t matter to him.

They each scoot back to their respective places on the couch, and Eddie raised his eyebrows, “Are you sure?”

Steve nodded, “I’m sure.”

“Alright. So you’re going to want to pour some lube onto this thicker part right here. You can pour some on your dick too, if you want.” They both did what he said, and Steve looked to him for further instructions.

“Now, when you bring it down, you’re going to want to position this hook part going towards your taint. The ball will press into this spot called your perineum, but don’t worry too much about that until we get the other part inside. So…take the part you just lubed up, and massage it over your hole. It’ll be tense at first, because it’s a new feeling, but soon it will relax. You can jerk yourself while you do it, it might make it easier for you to calm down.”

Steve hovered the ridge over his hole and kinda…teased it over it. He watched what Eddie was doing and copied him, rubbing little circles over it. He felt extremely vulnerable in this position, essentially completely offered up to Eddie, but he was doing it too, so he wasn’t alone. The feeling wasn’t good or bad, it was just foreign.

A minute or so passed of them just warming up and jerking themselves slowly. “I think I feel it relaxing. Like the…toy…is being pulled inside now instead of just moving around it.”

Eddie nodded, “Okay, good. Whenever you feel ready, you can press inside. It will hurt, it’s not used to things penetrating it. But these toys are designed specifically to hit the prostate, so it won’t hurt for long before it feels good. Then I don’t think you’re really going to care that it hurts.”

Steve did not know what that meant yet, but he trusted Eddie. So he closed his eyes and kept a consistent hand jacking himself while the other used the toy to push inside of him. This part did not feel good, he was right. It was tight and he felt a little like he was full of something, he had never felt something like this before. But he got it all the way in and stopped there.

“Okay…now what?”

“Now you kinda circle it around until you hit it.”

Steve did as he was told, moving his hand on the toy to circle around inside of himself. He looked extremely focused and quite uncomfortable, the intrusion making his face scrunch up. “Hit what again-WOAH.” His entire body jerked with a completely new sensation. He felt the familiar coil of tension in his stomach tighten.

“There you go. How’d that feel?”

Steve breathed heavily, trying to distinguish between the prostate feeling and the drug feeling. “Fuck, it felt good. Like, almost-came-instantly good.”

Eddie smirked, “Okay, then keep going. Some people like to just press directly into the spot and keep it there, I prefer to kinda move back and forth over it. It’s really just what your preference is. Now I’m going to stop teaching and watch you, ‘cause it’s really fucking hot.”

Steve bit his lip as he moved his hand up and down over his cock and moved the toy around to find that spot again. He jolted again once he hit it, but this time didn’t let that stop him. He moved back and forth over the group of nerves just like Eddie told him to, playing around with the speed until he could feel the tension in his stomach get tighter and tighter. He opened his eyes and groaned at the sight in front of him.

Eddie was much more experienced with this, and he knew exactly how to make himself feel good. His long legs were splayed out, one hanging off the couch onto the floor and the other bent up resting against the back cushions. His right hand maneuvered the toy inside of him in a way Steve could only describe as professional while his left glided quickly over his shaft. The noises emanating from the other side of the couch were nothing short of pornographic. Not just his moaning that the entire neighborhood could probably hear through the thin trailer walls, but the lewd, wet squelching of his palm and fingers around his dick. His head was thrown back, eyes probably shut as he focused on the sensations, but all Steve could do was watch. The feelings were exceptional, but the show was even better. He could multitask.

Eddie lifted his head and met Steve’s eyes, his half-lidded in pleasure. “Think you’ll be able to cum, Harrington?” He asked, voice shaking in time with his jerks.

Steve’s movements stuttered a bit, trying to get his brain to catch up enough to form a coherent sentence. “With what I’m witnessing? Definitely.”

Eddie’s mouth turned up in a smirk, “I think I might have an idea.”

“Enlighten me. You haven’t steered me wrong yet, oh wise one.”

“Scooch up.”

They both moved forward, Steve coming calf to calf with Eddie, excited at the prospect of being within touching distance.

“Now, put your leg over mine, like this…” Eddie lifted the leg he was touching over his own, Steve’s foot now planted behind him and his knee snug against his side and the back of the couch. He moved his other leg that was hanging off the couch over Steve’s other knee.

This was exactly what he wanted. It brought both of the boys’ groins directly in front of the other.

Steve looked down at both of them, waiting for Eddie to tell him what he wanted, but feeling pretty sure he knew exactly what it was.

Eddie shifted a bit, trying to find the perfect angle, and took hold of both of Steve’s hands, pulling one down to hold the toy that was inside of himself, and the other to wrap around both of their lengths…together. Steve thought there was absolutely no way he was going to comfortably and effectively jerk both of them off while using the toy on Eddie at the same time, when the other man grabbed the base of Steve’s toy and positioned his hand around their cocks the same way he had positioned his. He understood now, this was going to be a teamwork thing. A ‘you move, I move’ sort of deal.

Even if this didn’t work, the feeling of Eddie’s skin against his own was fucking paradise. The warmth of the side of his body up against his own leg, the soft skin that hid more muscle than he was typically used to, the fingers surrounding him that were longer and more calloused than any he’d ever felt there. And the trailer smelled like Eddie of course, but up close and in his personal space, there was a different aspect to the scent. There was a strength to it, a bite behind the cologne and deodorant and hair product combination that permeated his lungs and made him dizzy. It was so Eddie. He wondered if he had his own smell like that, one that made his partner just as drunk off of.

Eddie squinted into Steve’s eyes and pursed his lips, “Are you…smelling me?”

Steve laughed as his face and chest started to blush. “Yeah dude, sorry, you just smell really good. And it might be the drugs, but it’s really getting to me.”

Eddie flushed himself at that. “If you can manage to move at the same time, you can…get closer, if you want.”

Steve didn’t quite know how they could possibly get closer until Eddie moved his hand up to the back of his head and pressed it forward, his forehead landing on Eddie’s shoulder, his nose and mouth barely grazing the skin of his chest. But he was right, the smell was stronger here. And fuck, he wasn’t going to complain.

“There.” Eddie moved his hand back down to wrap around them both, unintentionally grazing his fingers down the head of Steve’s.

Steve hissed through his teeth, “Please.”

It might’ve been the hottest thing Eddie had ever heard.

He poured some more lube onto their conjoined lengths and set about trying to get more noises like that out of the other. He worked them the way he had copied Steve, the way he knew he liked: strong and friction-forward at the head, looser and more fingertip caressing than squeezing at the base. Steve wasn’t even trying to keep it together, once Eddie had his hands on him he was fucking gone. He snaked his tattooed arm around so that he could mirror Steve’s hand and they could use the other’s to grip in a way just one of their hands couldn’t. When he got the rhythm down, he started to move the toy inside of Steve. Back and forth, slowly, the way he does it himself. Steve keened, his stomach contracting and his grip tightening on the both of them. “Fuck, this is way better. Tell me how to get you there, because I don’t know how much longer I’m…ah, shit– going to be able to last.”

“Fuck. Just. Just talk to me.”

Steve stilled, “...Talk…to you?”

Eddie stopped too, wondering if he went too far. “Um…yeah, like. Tell me what you feel. What you’re thinking. It’s a thing. I think it’s the, um, praise. The reassurance.”

Steve thought for a moment, wondering if he would be capable of speaking in a way that wasn’t just broken, nonsensical words as Eddie made him feel things he’d never felt before.

All he could do was try.

“Yeah, okay. I can try to do that.” He picked back up his movements, doing what he had been doing to himself but on another person now. It wasn’t too different.

There was quiet for a time, Steve working up the courage to start talking. Eddie thought he might not end up doing it, and resolved to continue as if he hadn’t asked at all, his hand pressing the silicone in and out of the other and using his finger to press the hooked part into Steve’s taint.

It elicited a whine from his mouth, “Eds, fuck. What are you doing to me? Fucking hell I don’t even…god, you’re huge. I don’t know how I missed you walking around with this when you wear such tight jeans and I’m always staring anyway, but fuck. Ah. Feels so good.” Steve’s hips stuttered as Eddie rocked back and forth over his prostate. “I wanted to touch you when we were across from each other on the couch, but didn’t know how to ask. Thank god you’re so confident because I don’t think I could’ve gotten us this far. And fuck, did I want to. Wanted to be here for weeks. Months, probably.” Eddie whimpered as Steve kept going. Now that he had started, he realized it was pretty easy for him to just let the words roll off his tongue as he touched and was touched.

“You’re so fucking pretty. ‘Ts so hard keeping off of you when you look at me with those eyes that I swear to god scream ‘take me’. And that mouth. That fucking mouth of yours. You never shut the fuck up, I just want to push you into the nearest closet and shut it for you. Take that “Harrington” and “King Steve” out of your mouth, steal that witty sarcasm out from under you. Make you cum as you say my actual name. Say it.”

Eddie moaned as the other got bolder and bolder with his words. “Steve.”

Steve jolted, pushing the toy harder into his prostate as he cried out. “Fuck. Please. Fuck.”

“Steve.”

Eddie sped up the pace of his hand, grazing lightning quick, light strokes over Steve’s g-spot. Steve practically sobbed, “Shit. Fuck, don’t stop. Thrust up against me, please.”

Eddie complied instantly, snapping his hips up, messing up their rhythm but getting a good friction against Steve’s cock.

“Steve.”

He had never wanted anyone to say his name before, but the way Eddie said it…The pressure in his abdomen was already so immense, it wasn’t going to take even thirty more seconds.

“‘M gonna cum, Eds. Come on, baby. Think you can cum with me? Think you can do that for me?” Steve lifted his head from Eddie’s shoulder and looked directly into his eyes, “Cum on my cock, sweetheart.”

Eddie’s eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned forward, taking Steve’s lips into his own as his dick shot thick ropes of cum up his chest, the other painting Eddie’s tattoo with his. They moaned into each other’s mouths, moving their lips and tongues together as their bodies shook through their intense orgasms.

It was heavenly. It was like Steve had manifested the perfect human to sit opposite him, kissing him tenderly. He was all long limbs and soft curls, strong hands and long eyelashes. And he had both brought out and seen a side of Steve nobody had ever experienced before, even himself. It made him want to crawl inside Eddie’s skin and live there, shrink down to the size of a lizard and sleep in the crook of his neck. It was so intimate, the feeling passing back and forth between their lips.

Eddie pulled away smiling, peering down into Steve’s irises. “You’re pretty too, you know.”

Steve simpered, rolling his eyes, “It’s the hair.”

Eddie giggled, then pressed his forehead against Steve’s.

“Yeah, definitely just the hair. Nothing else at all.”

They sat there together silently for a time, basking in the afterglow.

It was Eddie who broke the hush, in the end. “Would you come shower with me, Steve Harrington?”

“As long as you keep holding me like this, I’ll follow you anywhere, Eddie Munson.”

Steve couldn’t even tell if he was still feeling the effects of the drug anymore, it was much more believable to him that all of this was just Eddie. They carefully got up together so as to not leak fluids everywhere and headed for the small shower in Eddie’s trailer bathroom. They let each other wash the evidence of their time off of one another, Steve scrubbing a raggedy washcloth over Eddie’s stomach, smiling at the tattoo that started the whole thing. “Am I?” He asked teasingly.

“Hmm?” Eddie hummed, a sleepy bliss etched onto his face.

“Am I big enough?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and cupped Steve’s jawline in his hand, brushing his thumb over his cheek. “Let’s be real, Stevie. You might even be a little too big to ride this ride.”

They laughed together lazily, getting out of the shower and drying off. Eddie lets Steve “borrow” (he’ll never get them back) a pair of clean underwear, and they climb into Eddie’s bed to fall asleep wrapped around each other, blessed with the other’s presence.

Thank god for drugs.