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The weirdest thing after it all, defeating Vecna, closing the gates – again apparently – nearly dying, clearing his name, was the fact that Eddie and Steve actually started to hang out. Sure at first it was mostly because Steve said he needed weed to help him sleep and obviously Eddie was the one to go to. But after a while, he kept coming around and inviting Eddie over. Eddie had a sneaking suspicion Steve worried about him, which he understood. The nightmares kept him awake more than not and he couldn’t stand to be in his trailer after everything that happened. Steve seemed to have time off work – which, honestly, it would be weird if he didn’t seeing he almost died like a week ago – but that meant he hung around a lot.
On the third or fourth night, they were on Steve’s balcony smoking when Steve bled through his bandage again.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, standing up and opening the sliding door to go back inside. Eddie snuffed out the joint on instinct, standing to follow him. He didn’t know when they’d become this inseparable, maybe it was when Steve carried him back through the gate, bloodied and battered from his fight with the demobats. They didn’t talk about it, Steve saving his life, but something changed for them in that moment, Steve on his back on the mattress, Eddie falling on top of him, cushioned from the fall, coughing blood. Something in the back of his mind had thought about that, bleeding all over Steve, Steve bleeding on him. It should have been gross.
So when Steve started taking off his bandage, the big one at his waist, Eddie came close and took over, hands covering Steve’s to steady him.
“Hold on,” he whispered gently, leaving briefly to get a cloth and some water, bottle of peroxide hanging between two fingers. They were extremely careful about infection. You don’t fight a dream monster just to die from gangrene. Steve stood still where he had left him, waiting. Eddie removed the bandage and knelt down, face level with Steve’s torso. Despite Eddie nearly dying and Steve being the one to carry him home, Steve’s injuries were actually worse. Eddie wondered if he should be offended by that. So he was careful when he removed the bandage, slow as to not rip the new scabs that had been slowly forming. Once he could see it, it wasn’t too bad. He knew from his own how gross they could be, and this one looked clean, healing. He said as much to Steve.
“Cool, great. Love knowing that the giant holes in my body don’t look like the devil’s anus anymore.”
Eddie let out an involuntary snort at that, one hand dabbing the wound with peroxide while the other gripped Steve’s hip to steady him. Steve’s hands were on his shoulders, holding tight. With every dab, he let out a little involuntary grunt. Eddie didn’t want to think about what his body felt every time he heard it.
Not the time or place, Munson.
He wrapped the wound again, touch as soft as he could make it. Steve’s hands were still gripping his shoulders.
“I’m telling you, man,” Eddie said, making conversation to distract from how tight he was winding the gauze. “You pull off the battle scars. Very metal of you.”
He looked up at Steve and saw him smiling down at him, eyes half-lidded from the weed, face soft.
“We’ve got matching scars, Munson,” he replied, hand reaching up just a bit to touch the edge of the bit on Eddie’s face. Something fluttered low in his gut and he turned his head away, out of reach from the soft caress.
“Nah,” Eddie said, with a wry laugh, standing and wiping his hands on his jeans. “I look like a freak. Fitting, right?”
Steve reached out and gripped the back of Eddie’s neck with a warm hand, looking at him intently.
“You don’t look like a freak, Eddie.”
He couldn’t stand the intensity in Steve’s eyes so he shrugged off his hands and turned back to the balcony. Steve followed him, he always did, and they sat under the stars just listening to silence.
— — — — —
The next time Eddie made a joke about being a freak they were laid out on Steve’s back lawn, both high as all get out.
“And I thought getting laid as the freak before was impossible.” He let out a laugh and turned his head to look at Steve. He shook his head, looking at Eddie with eyes too knowing.
“I don’t believe that,” he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Eddie laughed again.
“Are you surprised? It’s not like I have a lot of options in Hawkins anyway.”
Steve gave him a look, that stupid look like he didn’t understand.
“I’m sure there are a lot of girls in Hawkins that’d go for the whole ‘alternative, counter culture’ thing you have going on,” Steve said, turning his whole body to look at Eddie. Eddie turned too, mirroring him. And he knew he should be cautious, after everything he should be a vault with this information. But this was Steve, Steve who saved his life and Steve who let him share his bed because they both had nightmares, and Steve who looked at him too fondly and touched him too gently. And honestly, they had both almost died. If this is what breaks them apart, Steve’s not the guy he thought he was anyway.
“Girls aren’t really an option, is what I’m saying.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I feel like I’ve had this conversation before.”
“What?” Eddie looked at him, Steve’s eyes toward the stars twinkling in the sky.
“Not with you,” Steve said, waving a hand vaguely at him. Eddie wondered who he could have had this particular conversation with in Hawkins but he didn’t ask.
Silence settled for a while and Eddie was aware he was tense only when Steve’s hand found his, eyes still looking at the sky. Eddie squeezed and Steve squeezed back.
— — — — —
“Have you ever kissed anybody?”
The question wasn't totally out of the blue, they had a movie on where was a lot of kissing going on, but Eddie hadn’t expected it. Steve was looking at him, leaning back against his headboard, knees bent open, one laying on top of Eddie’s.
“Not a lot of options, remember?” He replied, trying not to sound as lonely as it made him feel. Steve just nodded, eyes on the television. The volume was low, neither of them were really watching it, yet they were both looking at the tv like it held all the answers to the world’s questions.
“We could, if you want. Kiss, I mean.” Steve said, looking straight forward. Eddie’s heart beat too fast in his chest and he knew he should say no. He knew Steve was just being nice, just taking pity on the poor virgin.
But what would a kiss mean to Steve anyway? He’d probably kissed hundreds of girls. To him, it was probably nothing. And Eddie had never been good at resisting his urges.
He shrugged, trying not to seem too interested in the proposition.
“I mean, I don’t want it to weird you out or anything, man,” he said, voice sounding more confident than he felt. He risked a glance at Steve and caught his eye. It was totally normal to feel like lightning went through your body just from looking at someone, right? Especially if that person is the hottest guy in town, and – as it turns out – actually a really cool guy, and just happened to save your life. Totally a normal feeling.
“We killed demons together, man,” Steve smiled, bumping their shoulders together. “I don’t know if anything could weird me out anymore.”
Something about the way he said it sent Eddie's mind reeling. And Eddie had never been good at impulse control, so he didn’t control it. He leaned in, hands pressed against the mattress beneath them, head tilted just slightly to the side. He stopped just short of Steve’s lips, hovering here, giving him one last chance to back out, to laugh and say he was just joking. But he didn’t. He just stared, eyes flicking between Eddie’s eyes and lips, and honestly, that was enough restraint for one day. Eddie pressed their mouths together, lips slightly parted, eyes fluttering closed as he felt that zing through his entire body.
His hands were balled into fists as he tried to keep the kiss chaste, just a taste, but he couldn’t help it. He put one hand on Steve’s jaw, running a thumb along his cheekbone, and the other behind Steve’s head, fingers in his hair. Steve let out a breath through his nose as Eddie licked into his mouth, tongue pressed flat against Steve’s, tasting him. Eddie didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know what good kissing was, but he knew he liked this, open-mouthed and messy, and he knew he liked the soft noises Steve was making as he pulled his hair and held his jaw open.
Eddie wanted to kiss him forever, to live inside of him, but he pulled back, giving Steve a chance to breathe. Steve whined, high-pitched and sad as Eddie took his hands away from his hair, looking at him.
“Shit,” Eddie swore under his breath, looking at Steve’s face. His lips were swollen and pink, glistening from spit, eyes half-lidded and fluttering. Fucking wrecked. Eddie’s hand was still on his jaw, holding his neck back, stretched long and inviting. The stretch of scar wrapped around it like a necklace. Something low in Eddie’s gut swirled and flipped and god he wanted to ravage this man, watch him come undone. Without thinking, he bent down and licked along the fresh scar on Steve’s neck, tasting the salt and zing of new skin.
Eddie had never heard a sound like it. Steve let out something like a sigh or a whine and his body quaked. He should stop, he really should, but he’d never been good at that. So instead, he held Steve’s jaw, pushing it up to access more of his neck, and gripped his hip with the other hand, pushing it down into the mattress. Eddie kissed along the length of Steve’s neck, finding a spot that made Steve sigh and sucking, biting at it, until Steve’s whole body was shaking and he was making little pleading sounds.
“Ed–”
Steve’s voice sounded strangled and hoarse and fuck it was good, but it also reminded Eddie where he was and what he was doing and he stopped, moving back and taking his hands away. He searched for Steve’s eyes and had to do everything he could not to pin him down again. Steve was a mess, an absolute sin. His neck was wet and shining from Eddie’s spit, his pink lips hung open. Purple bruises starting to bloom where Eddie had sucked blood to the surface.
His own breathing was ragged and he was shaking and fuck he was hard.
“Sorry,” he managed to gasp out, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“You lied,” Steve said, smiling lazily.
“What?” Wracking his brain for what that meant. “I–”
“You said you’d never kissed anybody,” Steve was coming back to himself a bit, leaning his head forward, stretching his neck. He placed one hand lazily on Eddie’s thigh, wagging the other in his face. “I know experience when I kiss it.”
Eddie laughed. It bubbled up and out of his chest and he watched as Steve glowed in the sound of it.
“I promise,” he chuckled. “I haven’t kissed anyone before.”
“Mmm, natural talent. Think of the possibilities.”
— — — — —
And Eddie did. God did he. For the next few days, every empty moment, he thought of the ways he would wreck Steve Harrington. The ways he would get him to make those sounds again, make new sounds. The ways he would make Steve’s eyes flutter and his breath hitch.
It was impossible not to think about it, laying in Steve’s bed while Steve had finally returned to work and Eddie was surrounded by the smell of him. He pulled a pillow to his face and inhaled, picturing the way Steve had looked when he kissed him, the way his mouth lay open and his body so pliant under Eddie’s hands.
Eddie pressed his palm against the erection forming in his jeans and groaned. He wanted it so bad, every time he looked at Steve’s big eyes and long lashes and stupid lips. They hadn’t really talked about it, so Eddie didn’t really know what it was, but they’d kissed a few more times, never further than that first time, and Steve never complained, never asked him to stop. If anything, he pleaded, begged almost for Eddie to keep going. Eddie deserved a medal for the restraint he was showing. But they hadn’t talked about it, and Eddie didn’t even know if Steve liked guys or if this was just convenient. After all, Eddie was here most nights, both of them unable to sleep as well apart as together.
Another unspoken agreement.
And Eddie didn’t want to kid himself. He didn’t want to rug pulled from under him. But Steve was Steve, brave and protective and soft and fuck–
Eddie undid his jeans hastily, shoving them down and pulling his erection free from his briefs. He squeezed the base softly, eyes squeezed shut as he pictured Steve. A dribble of precum leaked from his tip and he used his thumb to spread it around, wetting his dick, sighing. He tried to picture Steve there, mouth wet, sucking him down, big eyes looking up at him through thick lashes. His breath hitched and he stroked his dick faster, squeezing just a bit at the top, rubbing precum over himself and making it hot and slick. Shit, he had it bad.
He could barely last, replaying the sounds Steve had made over in his mind for the thousandth time, mouth open and breathing fast.
“Shit– Steve– fuck, ” he muttered out as he came, hot and fast on the t-shirt he had borrowed the night before. Eddie laid there, breathing hard and fast, grateful that rich son of a bitch had an en suite.
— — — — —
Eddie tried not to think about masturbating in this exact spot as Steve helped him remove his bandages. The worst was over and the scars were looking fresh and shining, but they still helped each other, maybe as just another excuse to touch each other. But not thinking about it was becoming really difficult because he was sitting on the edge of the bed – the same spot he had pushed his jeans down – with Steve kneeling on the ground between his legs, looking up at him through his lashes and fuck if this wasn’t exactly what he pictured. He screwed his eyes closed as Steve finished and put the old bandages to the side.
“You still alive up there?” Steve asked, smile in his voice. Eddie just nodded, risking a glance. He probably should have kept his eyes closed. Because Steve was sitting back on his feet, looking up at him, so fucking pretty. He had no restraint, no impulse control, not right now. So he reached out and cupped Steve’s jaw. Steve leaned into it, tilting his head, eyes trained on Eddie’s. Eddie’s thumb swept over Steve’s pink lips, just to touch, just to feel. He didn’t expect Steve to lick his thumb as it went past, eyes full of false innocence. Eddie’s mouth fell open and his heart skipped.
Still watching him, Steve took Eddie’s thumb in his mouth and sucked.
“Shit–” Eddie breathed out in a rush, watching Steve’s lips circle his thumb down to his ring, feeling the hot, wet cavern of Steve’s mouth pressed around it. The familiar feeling swirled in his gut and he felt his restraint dissipate completely. He pulled his thumb from Steve’s mouth, wiping the spit along his lips, feeling the smile there. Twisting his hand, he shoved three fingers into Steve’s mouth, pressing against the hot expanse of his tongue. Steve swallowed around them, eyes locked, glinting. A thought flittered through the back of Eddie’s mind, wondering if this was ok, or if it was too much, but Steve shuffled his body forward, coming closer to Eddie, one hand reached out to Eddie’s thigh. So he pushed his fingers further in, feeling the soft pillows of the back of his throat, spit dribbling out onto his hand and over Steve’s chin, eyes watering.
Then Steve made a sound, deep in his throat like he was gagging, one hand gripping Eddie’s thigh in a vice grip and the other pressed into his own crotch. Eddie felt the sound go right to his dick.
“ Fuck–” it was a whisper as he leaned in, looking at Steve’s eyes, the pleading, the glint of enjoyment. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Steve gagged again and Eddie removed his fingers, wiping the spit along Steve’s jaw, holding his chin still to look at him. Steve was grinning, face dripping with spit and drool, lips crushed red from the pressure of his rings and his hand. Eddie wished he had a camera because he never wanted to stop seeing this.
— — — — —
They still didn’t talk about it, just let it go unsaid like everything else, but Eddie felt a difference now. A wanting, a pleading. It was like every time Steve looked at him, they were seeing each other, really seeing. Past all of the everyday bullshit, past all the Upside Down bullshit, into their center. And it was like every time Eddie looked into Steve’s eyes he was pleading, “Fucking wreck me, Ed.”
If you’d asked Eddie Munson two months ago if he knew how to read bedroom eyes, if he felt confident enough to take what he wanted regarding sex, he would have told you, unequivocally, no. But then again, if you had asked him two months ago if dream demons and a parallel dimension existed, he probably also would have said no. So here we are.
Here was Steve pressing the length of his body against Eddie, both of them hard and half naked and breathing heavy. Eddie was holding back the best he could, trying to let Steve lead the pace, but his dick was straining in his pants as Steve rubbed his own along Eddie’s thigh and made small pleading noises against the crook of his neck.
“C’mon, Ed,” Steve mumbled into his skin. So Eddie took that as permission, leaving the restraint behind again and spinning them to pin Steve under him. Steve’s eyes sparkled and his lips parted in a smile. He knew what he was doing and while maybe Eddie should have been mad or frustrated he wasn’t. He was grateful because his whole body was singing and all he wanted was to make Steve scream his name. So he pinned Steve’s hands above his head with one hand, feeling the tendons in his wrists beneath his hand as he squirmed. He straddled Steve’s hips with his thighs, pressing their bulging jeans together with a satisfied hiss. Steve wiggled beneath him, trying to make friction and all Eddie could think of was pining him, making him wait, making him enjoy it. So he wrapped his free hand around Steve’s throat, light at first, searching his eyes. And Steve was smiling, laughing almost, eyes glinting in the light of the bedside lamp. Eddie pushed – god he loved to push – and pressed the palm of his hand down on Steve’s throat. He let out a sigh of air, eyes rolling back in his head as Eddie rolled his hips, the fabric of their jeans catching and rubbing together. Shit that was good.
Steve’s face was pink and his lips fell open. Eddie eased the pressure and he gasped for air.
“Yes– fuck yes,” Steve gasped, rolling his hips up as much as he could, wrists straining lightly against Eddie’s hold. Eddie leaned into his ear, hand still lightly hovering over his throat, and whispered.
“Such a good boy.” He didn’t know what made him say it, other than it being true and him needing Steve to know how good he was, but he was glad he did. Steve let out a loud keen, hips jumping beneath him and a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye. Eddie removed his hands and wiped the tear, worried he hurt him.
“Ok?” He asked gently. Steve nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” he gasped out, voice hoarse. “I’m so, so fucking ok.”
Eddie laughed, filled with pride. He worried that he wasn’t good, that he was just taking and taking and pushing, but Steve responded so well, he couldn’t help himself. So he kissed his way down Steve’s body, pausing as he got to the top of his jeans, carefully undoing them and pushing them down, eyes on Steve’s, asking permission. Steve kept nodding and whispering little “yes please, oh shit yes” s and Eddie felt like he could do anything. He was invincible.
So he took Steve in his mouth, just as he had pictured Steve doing to him, and sucked, cheeks hallowed and tongue pressed against the underside of his dick.
“Shii-iit–” Steve hissed, fisted balled up in the sheets at his side, eyes screwed shut and hips tilting up. Eddie used his forearm to pin Steve’s hips to the bed as he continued, other hand on the base of his cock, stroking in time with his mouth. Steve whimpered and let out a long, frustrated grunt, hips straining against Eddie’s forearm. He lifted his head, looking at Steve sprawled out and wrecked. As he should be.
“Be a good boy and stay still, alright, sweetheart?”
Eddie liked the way his voice sounded as he said it, confident, in charge, but caring. Steve must have liked it too because the strain of his hips stopped immediately and his dick twitched in Eddie’s hand, leaking as he tried his best to not move. Eddie nodded in approval and sunk his head back down again, bobbing up and down with his hand and mouth in sync.
He had no idea if he was doing a good job, and couldn’t get him all the way down, but he liked the way it felt, Steve taut and strained beneath him, whimpering and shuddering and whispering his name in little sputters. He must not be terrible because it didn’t actually take long before Steve’s hand was on the top of his head and he was gasping “Wait, wait– Ed– I’m gonna–”
Eddie pulled off just as Steve’s balls clenched and he shot cum over his own stomach, Eddie stroking him through it, hand slick with it. The little pool of white next to Steve’s scars was so enticing, familiar in a way, to his own. He wiped his wet hand through it, smearing it over the raised pink flesh before bringing it up to Steve’s face and wiping it over his mouth. Steve’s lips hung open in astonishment. They both just stared, wordless, Eddie hovering over Steve as he caught his breath.
“Fucking pretty,” Eddie whispered finally, grabbing Steve’s jaw and kissing him, tasting the cum between their tongues. Steve pulled him close, chest to chest, opening his mouth wide for Eddie to lick inside, the way he liked.
Eddie felt Steve’s hands on his belt between them, working to open it with shaking hands. Eddie stopped kissing him to look in his eyes.
“You don’t have to,” he said, voice as soft as he could make it. Steve nodded, eyes blown and lids half closed.
“Please, Eddie. I want to.”
This time Eddie nodded, getting off Steve and pulling him to the edge of the bed, kissing him again before standing straight and dropping his pants, dick bobbing free in front of Steve’s face.
Steve’s face was covered in spit and sweat and cum, hair a mess and lips crushed red. There was a flush high on his cheeks as he reached out to grab Eddie in his hand. He looked up through lashes and it was better than Eddie had imagined. Steve licked the underside of his dick, a long wet stripe, before closing his mouth over the tip and leaning forward, taking as much as he could.
Eddie didn’t know what to do with his hands. Before he had just taken what he wanted and hoped Steve would be along for the ride, but that was past the point of experimentation, this was past making out and letting the town fag blow you. Steve Harrington was sucking his dick with a mouth like he was made for it and Eddie knew he wouldn’t last.
Steve reached up and grabbed Eddie’s hand, putting it on the back of his head before letting go and gripping Eddie’s thigh. He looked up at him, mouth wet and spit dripping down his chin. He couldn’t resist. He pushed Steve’s head further onto his dick, just a bit, and felt Steve’s smile, felt the pleasant hmmm vibrate through his whole body. So he did it again, harder and further this time, feeling the familiar soft back of Steve's throat swallow around his tip and he couldn’t help it, his hips bucked into the soft warmth, making Steve gag, lips opening and spit dribbling down the base of Eddie’s cock.
“ Fu-uck,” he hissed, pulling Steve’s hair at the back of his head and pulling him off. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Steve’s eyes were nearly shut with ecstasy, face dripping and wet, mouth hanging open like he was asking to be used. Eddie wiped a hand over his slick cheek, cradling his face. He leaned over to give him a wet, messy kiss, tasting himself. Pulling back, he reached his fingers into Steve’s throat, making him gag again, needing to feel it, hear it, but not wanting to cum just yet. It was too good, he didn’t want it to be over.
“Please,” Steve begged once Eddie removed his fingers.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Was this what love felt like?
“Let me make you cum, please.”
“Shit–” Eddie didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that. Steve sounded so small, so needy. “Yeah, Steve. Make me cum, darling.”
He swiped a thumb across Steve’s pretty cheek and they share a smile, a real genuine smile without the hidden depths added from seeing people die, and almost dying yourself. This was just them, alive, together, right here and now.
He rested a light hand in Steve’s hair as he bobbed on his dick, hand twisting at the base, eyes looking up through long, wet lashes. He didn’t push anymore, didn’t need to. He just rode the wave of pleasure as it built up in him, muttering praise as Steve bobbed his head faster, stroked harder.
“I–” he tried to warn him, but Steve just pulled in closer, mouth around him completely as he emptied himself into Steve’s mouth, balancing himself on Steve’s wide, strong shoulders. He stuttered out a few breaths as Steve pulled back, looking up at him from between his arms. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, Eddie’s cum sitting there in a thick puddle.
This is definitely what love felt like.