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It’s not until Dustin seeks him out to ask the question that it occurs to Steve that the kid doesn’t really have that many male role models in his life.
There’s no Mr. Henderson in the picture, no uncles or older cousins or brothers to show him the ropes – in fact, the closest thing to the real deal Dustin’s ever gonna get might just be Steve and Hopper, and Steve completely understands why the kid would never go to the Chief about this. If Eddie was still alive Steve thinks that Dustin might have asked him instead, but Eddie’s dead and has been for a while now so that just leaves Steve.
“Why do you need to know?” he warily asks, and Dustin rolls his eyes, like it’s obvious.
“Uh, because I’m seventeen? And I’ve never done it?”
And sure, Steve can understand Dustin’s need to have someone help him navigate through certain stages in life, but it’s not like Steve had some kind of special roadmap when he was Dustin’s age. He’d figured it out all on his own, through trial and error, and wouldn’t have dreamed of asking his dad or Tommy or anyone else for help.
Then again, Dustin’s a stubborn little shithead who usually just does whatever he wants without spending too much time considering the consequences of his actions – or what others may think about them – so the fact that he’s looking back at Steve right now without so much as a hint of shame really shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.
“This isn’t like— like math or something,” Steve says. “I can’t just tell you the right way to have sex!”
“So what, it’s like learning to ride a bike? I need hands-on practice?”
“No!” Steve points a finger at Dustin, knowing he just walked straight into that one. “Don’t even—”
“So show me,” Dustin says. “Steve. I’m begging you. Mike’s got to third base with El, and Lucas and Max have pretty much rounded all the bases—”
“No no no, don’t tell me that!”
“—and it’s like I’m still at the starting line, trying to figure out how to, uh, hit the ball!” Dustin frowns. “Did I get that right?”
“Please stop talking,” Steve says, closing his eyes and rubbing at his temples.
When he dares to look again, Dustin’s wearing a pleading expression, and fuck, Steve knows he’s gonna cave. He always ends up giving in when it comes to Dustin, almost like it’s physically impossible not to, and Dustin, the little bastard, knows it too.
“Fine,” Steve grits out, and Dustin visibly brightens, looking delighted and relieved and maybe a bit surprised as well, like he knows that he asked for a lot this time – more than Steve would be prepared to give anyone else.
“Awesome,” Dustin breathes. His eyes widen. “Can we start right away?”
Fuck, this is such a bad idea.
//
They end up on the couch in Steve’s living room.
“So what have you, uh, done so far?” Steve asks, because he figures he probably needs to know what he’s working with here.
“I kissed Suzie a couple of times at camp,” Dustin says. “With tongue.”
Steve waits for him to elaborate but Dustin simply looks back at him sheepishly.
“...That’s it?” Steve says.
“Yes, Steve!” Dustin makes a face, like he thinks it’s a stupid question. “Why do you think I asked for your help?!”
Steve groans. “Fuck, dude. I keep telling you! If you just spent less time building your radios—”
“Robots,” Dustin mutters.
“—and more time talking to girls, then this wouldn’t even be a problem!”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to talk to any of the girls,” Dustin says. “I don’t like them.” He bites his lip. “I mean—”
“How do you know that you don’t like them if you don’t talk to them?” Steve sighs.
“Fine, I’ll try harder, alright? I’ll talk to them, but you gotta help me first!”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Dude, you’re not getting to second base in the first conversation. Come talk to me when you’ve scored a date.”
Dustin scoots closer, cutting the foot of space between them in half. “Second base,” he says. “That’s touching.”
He looks at Steve eagerly, wearing the same kind of laser-focused expression that Steve recognizes from when they’re facing down an evil from an alternate dimension and Dustin’s about to learn the key to defeating it. Steve can’t remember why he ever thought it was a good idea to agree to do this.
“If you know so much,” he says, “Why do you need my help?”
“I know it in theory,” Dustin corrects. “I need your help with the practical application.”
“Right,” Steve mutters. “Of course.”
“So? Teach me!”
“Ugh, fine!” Steve rubs the palms of his hands against his thighs because they’re a bit sweaty all of a sudden – he feels a bit sweaty all over, in fact. “Alright. So first, you kiss her—”
“Once I feel the electricity,” Dustin interrupts, and Steve’s about to ask him what the hell he’s talking about but then he remembers.
“Yeah, man, always wait for a green light before you do anything, even kissing.”
“And then?” Dustin ducks his head, peering up at Steve. He scoots a bit closer again, until his knee is just about brushing up against Steve’s leg.
“Then you touch her. On the waist or the back, and if she seems okay with it you can move around a bit, maybe touch her ass or her boobs.”
Dustin hums and reaches out to place a hand on Steve’s chest, cupping his left pec like it’s a girl’s breast. Steve tries not to jump at the sudden touch, because Dustin’s definitely skipping a few steps, but it’s not like Steve needs to get romanced, right? And besides, this is kinda what he signed up for, isn’t it? When Dustin realizes Steve’s not pulling away he starts moving his thumb until he finds Steve’s nipple, and then he gently rubs at it through the fabric of the sweater.
“Like this?” he asks, and Steve swallows. He can’t deny that it feels pretty nice, no matter that it’s Dustin doing it.
“Yeah,” he says. “That’s— good.”
Dustin breathes a little huh and grabs Steve’s other pec too, and then he’s kind of just sitting there awkwardly groping Steve with both hands.
“Uh...” Steve says, glancing down at where both of Dustin’s thumbs are gently working his nipples into hard points.
“I’d still be making out with her when I do this, right?
“Yes, but—”
Dustin leans in to kiss him, crowding Steve back against the couch. He catches Steve mid-reply, meaning it’s easy for him to slip his tongue inside Steve’s mouth, and Steve’s so surprised he ends up kissing Dustin back for maybe a second or two, purely out of reflex, before he comes to his senses.
“Whoa,” he says, pulling back. “Dude. You already know how to kiss. Obviously. So we don’t need to do that.”
Dustin brightens. “Obviously,” he repeats, looking smug.
“Such a little shit,” Steve mutters, leaning his head back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling.
The movement makes his chest push up a bit against Dustin’s hands, and Dustin seems to use it as an excuse to switch it up a bit by adding more fingers to the party; he pinches Steve’s nipples lightly between his thumbs and index fingers and give them a little tug, and Steve can’t stop the sharp inhale of breath the sensation triggers.
“Nice,” Dustin murmurs, and then he’s leaning in to press his lips to Steve’s pulse point.
“Stop that,” Steve sighs, without really meaning it, and Dustin seems to be able to tell as much.
“I need to know how to multitask,” he says, kissing his way up Steve’s neck as his fingers give another rolling tug. “C’mon, you promised. Don’t flake out on me now.”
And that’s true – Steve did promise – so he sighs again and turns his head to allow Dustin to catch his mouth with his own. Steve’s always liked kissing – loves long, slow make-out sessions that may or may not lead to more – and he hadn’t lied when he told Dustin that the kid knew how to kiss, so what the hell.
Steve can close his eyes and think of someone else if necessary.
//
Once Dustin has managed to mount a thorough exploration of what seems like the entirety of Steve’s mouth, he somehow convinces Steve to move things off the couch and into the bedroom.
“Take off your shirt,” Dustin says almost as soon as they’re past the threshold, and Steve dumbly watches him strip his own T-shirt off without any sign of self-consciousness.
Dustin’s still carrying a bit of baby fat around his middle but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it – not like Steve had been at that age, forever looking at himself in the mirror trying to look better, be better – and it’s something that Steve has always appreciated about the kid. Dustin’s confident to the point of being overly so – if he was a cup his confidence would probably be sloshing over the brim – and while it sometimes might drive Steve crazy, it also makes him happy to know that Dustin’s content in his skin and his place in the world. It’s something Steve still struggles with at times.
“Shirt,” Dustin reminds him, looking like he’s about to step up and strip Steve himself if Steve doesn’t get a move on, and Steve rolls his eyes and pulls his sweater over his head.
By the time he’s done, Dustin’s already crawled onto the bed; he’s watching Steve with an eager, almost hungry expression that Steve can’t remember ever seeing him wear before. Dustin’s very expressive, though like any teenager it’s usually either all smiles or grumpy faces, but now he’s looking harder, in a way – grown up, like the young adult he’s becoming – and the look in his eyes only darkens as Steve joins him on the mattress. Steve’s been having a hard time lately looking at Dustin and seeing the kid he was when they first met, and right now he finds that he can’t seem to recall Dustin ever being that young.
Dustin reaches out for Steve as soon as he’s within touching distance, one of his hands going straight for his chest again.
“Yeah,” Dustin breathes, thumb flicking over Steve’s nipple, and Steve tries to ignore what it does to his dick, already half-hard where it’s pushing against the zipper of his jeans.
“C’mon,” he says, because it’s probably time for him to take the reins when it comes to this whole thing, “on your back,” and then he touches Dustin for the first time, placing his hand against his shoulder.
Dustin huffs but allows Steve to push him down onto the bed, falling back against the mattress and peering up at him, and Steve doesn’t quite know where to begin. He skims his fingertips over Dustin’s skin along the front of his shoulders, tracing the line where his collarbones should be but aren’t, and Dustin seems to like it judging by the little shivery exhale he lets out. He plays along for a moment or two – lets Steve show him how to take it slow, how to start at the waist and then work up to more – before he seems to grow impatient.
In the past – with Nancy and all the other girls – Steve’s focus has always been on making sure that they were alright and enjoying themselves, and that has always been great for him too – he’s definitely not complaining – but now, when he tries to do the same thing for Dustin, the kid only seems to be able to stand it for so long before he starts to squirm and their hands start to knock into each other because Dustin keeps trying to touch Steve back.
Eventually, the kid simply can’t seem to take it anymore and grabs Steve by the shoulders, yanking him down onto the mattress and then pushing him onto his back, and Steve only has a moment to blink up at him, surprised, before Dustin starts running his hands all over Steve’s body. It’s not as gentle a touch as the one Steve’s spent the past five minutes trying to demonstrate – Dustin’s basically petting at him with firm strokes across Steve’s shoulders and down his sides – and Steve finds himself kind of just melting into the sheets because this is nice too. Like, really nice.
Dustin bends down to place a little kiss to one of Steve’s nipples and Steve shivers and reaches up to dig his fingers into the curls at the back of Dustin’s head, which makes Dustin’s breath hitch. When he seems to realize that Steve’s not going to push him away, Dustin closes his lips around the nipple and sucks, and Steve moans loudly in surprise, giving Dustin’s hair an involuntary tug, and it’s like a chain reaction as Dustin makes another pleased sound and smooths his hand down Steve’s stomach as if he’s trying to soothe him.
Steve’s never really allowed himself to be handled like this before, and he feels a bit guilty about it, like he shouldn’t just lie here and let Dustin do all the work, but the kid’s gotta learn how to treat a girl, right?
Steve can play a girl if that’s what it takes.
He lets Dustin have at it, finding himself content in letting him explore. Dustin keeps his hands above the belt as he licks at Steve’s chest, but he’s not shy in touching Steve anywhere else: carding his fingers through his chest hair; curling his palm around the curve of Steve’s waist; dipping his pinkie into his belly button.
“You look really good,” Dustin breathes once he comes up for air, and it makes Steve huff a laugh.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Henderson,” he says as Dustin moves on to his other nipple, lightly scraping his teeth over it and sending a bolt of pleasure down Steve’s spine. “Ow. Stop biting me, shithead.”
“Stop calling me Henderson when I’m literally in bed with you,” Dustin retorts, warm breath skimming across Steve’s skin. “And shut up, you like it.”
“Girls, uh, usually don’t.”
Dustin drags the flat of his tongue across Steve’s nipple. “Right. Girls,” he says and leaves it at that, though he doesn’t use his teeth again.
//
Dustin is nothing if not thorough when he sets his mind on something. He starts showing up at Steve’s house after school, ostensibly to hang out but it’s never a surprise when he ends up cajoling Steve into bed as the evening progresses.
“Don’t you have other friends?” Steve grumps, because he feels the need to put up at least somewhat of a fight, but Dustin simply cups Steve’s dick through his pants and that effectively shuts Steve up.
“I told them I’m working on something,” Dustin says, giving Steve a little squeeze and making Steve bite his lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. “Something really important. What about you? Thought you had a date?”
Fuck him, Steve thinks, for playing innocent. Dustin knows Steve had a date planned, the little shit.
“Canceled it,” Steve breathes, because he did – he’d phoned Lily as soon as he spotted Dustin heading up the driveway and left a message of apology on her answering machine, because the electricity wasn’t there and god help him, he’d known that he and Dustin were going to end up right here so why bother going on another meaningless date when—
Dustin hums at that, interrupting Steve’s train of thought. He sounds pleased, touching Steve almost leisurely, like he knows he’s got all the time in the world, and Steve’s past the point of giving in, pushing up against Dustin’s hand with tiny jerks of his hips.
“I think,” Dustin says, “I’ve got second base down now.”
Steve blinks up at him uncomprehendingly as Dustin pulls his hand away and taps his fingers against Steve’s belt buckle instead.
“Can we...” Dustin says, trailing off. He’s flushed in the face and his lips are a deep pink from having used them on Steve’s chest for the past half hour.
“Oh,” Steve says when he gets it, feeling his pulse pick up. He doesn’t know if it’s from nervousness or some kind of anticipation. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Go ahead, man.”
Dustin’s only been touching Steve’s dick for a few days now – over-the-pants stuff, but judging by the floored expression on his face when Steve first grabbed his hand and guided it down to where he was pressing up against the back of his zipper, Dustin hadn’t seemed to mind the lack of skin-on-skin contact.
He’d touched Steve almost reverently at first, fingertips brushing lightly along the hard line of Steve’s cock like he was intent on teasing him, only Steve’s pretty sure that the thought probably hadn’t even crossed Dustin’s mind; apart from a quick glance down as Steve showed him where and how to touch, he hadn’t even been looking at Steve’s dick – had been focused on Steve’s face instead, fingers growing bolder the more Steve’s breath hitched, like Dustin was gaining confidence by Steve’s reactions as he made him tremble and bite his lip and close his eyes against being seen like this.
Steve hadn’t let Dustin make him come at first – had batted Dustin’s hand away whenever he got close, and Dustin had only made the tiniest sound of protest until he seemed to realize that Steve was going to let him watch as he got himself off. It hadn’t taken long, not when Steve could feel Dustin’s eyes on him, and not when he could hear the gasping breaths as Dustin touched himself to the sight of Steve slipping his hand down the front of his pants.
The first time Steve actually allowed Dustin to make him come, he’d been able to feel the heavy weight of Dustin’s gaze on his face the entire time, like the look of pleasure washing across Steve’s expression as it happened had been too good to look away from. And Steve gets it – it’s a special feeling when you manage to get your partner off, knowing that you’re the one who’s made them feel so much pleasure that they lose control of themselves, if just for a moment.
Steve hasn’t touched Dustin yet – usually just watches the kid shove a hand down his pants and jerk himself off as he rubs at Steve and makes him pant up at the ceiling – but he kind of wants to. He’s never really given much thought to dicks – other than his own, that is, and how some people tend to be giant ones – so watching Dustin unbuckle Steve’s belt and unzip his pants before starting on his own is something of a novel experience.
Steve kicks off his jeans now and watches Dustin do the same, and thinks that yeah, that’s another dick he’s looking at, alright. A penis. A cock. One that he’s going to be intimately familiar with very soon.
The thought doesn’t seem as daunting as it should, and he doesn’t know why that is. Maybe he’s just too horny to think straight – no pun intended – because watching Dustin toss his pants onto the floor and reach down to curl his fingers around himself as he kneels beside Steve is— well, it’s definitely something.
Dustin gives himself a slow stroke, foreskin pulling back from his cockhead as precum beads from the slit, and Steve can’t seem to look away. He’s not one for measuring dicks, but it seems inescapable right now because while Steve thinks he might be a bit longer, Dustin’s fat, almost Coke-bottle-thick. Steve had no idea the kid was packing that kind of girth. It’s gonna be a bitch to take, he thinks as he takes himself in hand and rubs his thumb over his head, feeling himself drip over his fingers. The girls are gonna love it.
He’s been staring long enough now for it to be considered rude, probably, but Dustin doesn’t seem to mind; he seems to like it, chest puffing up like he’s preening, like he knows he’s got a nice dick. Steve wonders what the etiquette is in these kinds of situations – if he should say anything, or if telling your friend that you appreciate what he’s got going for him would be stepping over an invisible line that they have yet to cross.
“You get really wet,” Dustin says, like he can sense Steve’s dilemma and has decided to take pity on him.
Steve tears his eyes away from Dustin’s hand on his dick and looks down at his own. “Yeah,” he says, because it’s true – he gets pretty wet when he’s turned on, and for some reason, he’s really turned on right now.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yeah,” Steve says again, and the words are barely out of his mouth before Dustin’s all up in his space, the same hand he was using on himself batting Steve’s away so that he can wrap his fingers around Steve’s dick.
“Fuck,” Dustin breathes, setting up a slow pace that has Steve’s toes curling in pleasure. “Wow, that’s— You don’t even need lube.”
Steve whimpers, reaching out to steady himself on Dustin’s shoulder, and somehow it makes the whole thing seem even more intimate.
“Steve,” Dustin breathes, letting go of Steve’s dick to show him his hand, all wet from precum, like Steve doesn’t already know, and Steve grabs Dustin’s wrist and pushes it down against his inner thigh, wiping his palm against the skin there.
“Like that,” he tells Dustin, “make it wet, okay?”
Dustin makes a confused noise but does as asked, and Steve tilts his head back and pants up at the ceiling as Dustin jerks him off and makes him leak and wipes it off onto the insides of his thighs.
“On your dick too,” he says, hearing Dustin whimper as he touches himself again. “Okay, that’s enough.”
He nudges Dustin away and turns around, getting onto his hands and knees and pressing his legs together.
“C’mon, you can fuck my thighs,” Steve says, because that’s what this has all been about, right? Teaching Dustin how to fuck, even if Steve’s missing vital parts for the job and this might not be nearly as good as the real thing.
He feels the mattress dip beneath him as Dustin moves into position, quiet like Steve’s stunned him speechless, but then there are hands running over Steve’s back and lower, and Dustin lets out a choked sound as he starts to palm at Steve’s ass.
“Oh my god,” he whimpers, spreading his fingers over Steve’s cheeks and giving them a grope like he can’t believe he’s actually allowed to do it, and Steve is starting to think that they might be heading into dangerous territory if he doesn’t get them back on track.
“C’mon, do it,” he says, tilting his hips back and feeling the head of Dustin’s cock brush wetly against the back of his thigh, like a little reminder. “Dustin.”
The hands leave his ass at that, as if hearing Steve say his name has Dustin snapping back to reality, and then Steve can feel something push against him, slipping into the groove between his legs, thick and hard and wet, and Dustin groans, hands coming up to grab Steve’s hips.
He sets up a careful, uncoordinated rhythm at first, like he’s unsure of how much Steve can take, and Steve rocks back at him, murmuring encouragements, squeezing his thighs closer together to let Dustin feel more of the friction. He can feel the front of Dustin’s thighs hit the back of his own as the kid works his hips, and when he looks down between his legs he can see himself bob in time with the thrusts, precum steadily dripping down onto the mattress because this is turning Steve on too: Dustin’s hands on him; the way he whimpers and moans when Steve squeezes him harder; the knowledge that Steve’s getting him off, letting Dustin rub all over him and pretend to fuck him, even if Dustin’s closing his eyes and imagining a pretty girl in Steve’s place.
Steve can’t do the same – can’t escape the knowledge that it’s Dustin’s cock pushing against him as he holds Steve in place, the head of his dick nudging up against Steve’s balls on every thrust – but he’s still getting off on it, getting off on Dustin doing this to him.
“I need—” Dustin pants, and Steve nearly comes when Dustin reaches for him, fumbling his hand around Steve’s hip until he finds his dick and rubs his palm over Steve’s cockhead as he collects more precum.
Steve thinks that there’s no way Dustin doesn’t realize what he’s doing to Steve – no way he can’t feel how turned on he’s making him, or hear the way Steve can’t help but moan and buck into his hand – but Dustin doesn’t mention it as he pulls away to cover his dick in more slick, wetly jerking off over Steve’s back before coming all over his ass and upper thighs.
“Oh my god,” Dustin pants, reaching out to smear his come over Steve’s skin, like he’s trying to make Steve absorb it like a lotion, and Steve bites back a groan and hangs his head and takes himself in hand, lasting all of two strokes before he’s coming as well.
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