Steve thinks it's very sweet that he wakes up sometimes to Dustin watching him sleep. It's less cute when he realizes he never wakes up at any time of day or night to Dustin not watching him sleep.
inspired by all the old dusteve conversation in the discord and on tumblr from a few days ago, I have been rotating gilf dusteve in my mind and have many thoughts.
Steve and Dustin move back to Hawkins at some point during their retirement. why is not important right now. they buy a house in downtown Hawkins so they're in the middle of things and so they can walk and drive to places easily. by their 70s or 80s, Dustin is very unsteady on his feet and really should be using a walker but he hates it because "it makes me look like an old person, Steve!" to which Steve snipes back "you are an old person!"
Dustin likes to use a cane instead because he thinks it makes him look distinguished (it does but don't tell him that or his ego will get even bigger)
anyways, every week Steve insists on taking a walk to get dinner at their favorite restaurant, which is right around the corner from them because it's important to stay healthy and get regular movement for your body, Dustin. you can't sit in the same chair every day! Dustin grumbles and bitches the entire time but also holds onto Steve's offered arm very tightly because he's really actually unsteady (despite how much he denies it) and he trusts that Steve will never let him fall. and that's how they totter off to dinner every week.
Holding arms like this:
now im just looking at stock photos of old couples holding hands and crying
tagging you @allsunshin3 bc you are a gilf dusteve truther
I was DELIGHTED to see myself tagged let me tell you.
Dustin not being as steady on his feet and needing Steve to help him walk is so sweet. And them being in hawkins while being outwardly together in a way they never really got to be when they were younger makes me want to SOB I love them so much
Something something Dustin gets infected by the mind flayer and he's saved in the end, but still has them tentacles and he makes use of them something something fill up Steve's everything
Takes place the summer after high school graduation. Dustin is 18 and Steve is 22. Established relationship but also this is small town Indiana in the 80s, so they can't be super open. Sexual situations but not super explicit.
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The seat of the photo booth is hard plastic and suspiciously sticky, something Dustin’s brain only registers for a moment before Steve crowds in and pulls the curtain shut behind him. Steve slides next to him so they are thigh to thigh, and Dustin feels a thrill shoot through him as Steve slings an arm over his shoulder and pulls him further flush against his side. Steve’s body is warm in the already humid summer air, but Dustin finds he couldn’t care less as his palm finds Steve’s thigh and squeezes.
“Are you sure no one else saw us?” Dustin whispers against Steve’s throat before sneaking a soft kiss there. His skin is salty with a thick layer of sweat, and Dustin has to fight the urge to lick him.
“The rest of the Goonies are all too busy playing bumper cars,” Steve murmurs into Dustin’s hair, fingers squeezing and massaging at the slope of his shoulder. There’s an air of desperation to each touch. Dustin’s been dying to hold Steve close all night, but the crowd of the Hawkins July 4 Fair is hardly the place for it.
The small curtain flutters minutely with each passing body outside, and Dustin wishes they were somewhere even more private. He continues to nuzzle at Steve’s throat, a soft whimper caught in his mouth at the idea of what he would give to peel Steve out of his slightly sweat-damped polo.
“Okay, uhm,” Steve swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath Dustin’s parted lips. “I need to uh– give me a second, we need to pay for some actual photos, right?” Steve fumbles in his jean pockets, and when he pulls his wallet free Dustin can see his fingers are trembling slightly.
“One dollar for four photos,” Dustin reads off the sign, turning to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve leans down to feed a dollar bill into the slot, and Dustin takes the opportunity to run his fingers up and down Steve’s spine, enjoying the warm feel of his body beneath his palm.
“All right, what kinds of poses should we do?” Steve asks, voice cracking a little as he sits up. “Something goofy, like maybe bunny ears, or–?”
Dustin laughs as the photo booth machine starts beeping a countdown. “How about I’ll pretend I’m a vampire, and you pretend you’re my helpless victim–”
Steve’s eyes are wide and confused as he processes what Dustin’s just said, lips parting like he's trying to remember how words are formed. “Your... victim…?”
Several things happen at once. Dustin lunges up to wrap his arms around Steve’s head and neck and open his mouth around the tendon that connects to Steve’s shoulder, teeth closing down slightly in a slobbery bite. Steve yelps. The timer goes off and there’s a flash as the camera shutter clicks.
“Dustin, what the fuck–?” Steve is saying, but Dustin isn’t listening. He’s latched on and doesn’t think he ever wants to let go. He doesn’t bite down fully enough to draw blood, but he can feel Steve tense beneath him at the sensations. He flicks his tongue out to lick at the skin enclosed in his lips, and the noise Steve makes in response sends something thrill straight to Dustin’s dick. “Fuck…”
Without detaching from his neck, Dustin readjusts his legs so he’s kneeling on the bench beside Steve, which gives him greater access to the full expanse of Steve’s throat. He begins biting and sucking up the side of Steve’s neck, enjoying the gasps of pleasure he’s wringing out of his boyfriend as he does. Steve’s arms wrap around Dustin’s waist encouragingly, dragging him even closer by the hips until Dustin is practically in Steve’s lap.
There’s another flash and click, but Dustin neither hears nor cares. “God, I’ve been dying to do this to you all night,” Dustin whispers into the space between Steve’s jaw and the hollow behind his ear. He nibbles the bottom of his lobe. “You taste amazing.”
“Dust–” Steve sounds wrecked. “You’re killing me.”
Dustin skims his hand down Steve’s inner thigh until he feels him already straining against his jeans. He grins against Steve’s skin, feeling devilish, and starts to grind the heel of his palm against him.
Steve lets out an indignant squeak and bats his hands away, pushing Dustin off of him in the process. They stare at each other, panting and dazed, and there’s a flash as the camera snaps for the third time.
“Not here, dude,” Steve whispers urgently, cheeks flushed.
“Steve,” Dustin whines, and as if he can’t stop himself he’s already running his hands through Steve’s hair, smoothing a sweaty lock back from his forehead. Dustin is still kneeling above him on the bench, but he feels a little embarrassed now. Exposed. He always pushes things too far with Steve, just can’t help himself–
Brown eyes meet his, considering and hungry. Dustin forgets to breathe for a moment as Steve wraps his hands around the back of his head and tugs him down to press their lips together for a long, lingering kiss.
The camera flashes for the fourth and final time.
Dustin feels Steve’s tongue probe at the entrance to his mouth and he parts his lips in response, letting Steve deepen the kiss and plunge his tongue further in to explore. Steve licks soft gasps of pleasure out of Dustin’s mouth, and now he feels heady and weak, like maybe Steve is the vampire after all and he’s feeding on Dustin. They get lost in each other for a few moments longer, the world outside of their photo booth far away and unimportant.
Until a loud banging against the side of the booth sends them springing apart from each other like they’ve been electrocuted. As if he's just come up from below water, the roar of the carnival and sounds of music returns, raucous and insistent.
“Hey guys, are you done in there?” It’s Lucas, voice mildly annoyed. “Your photos are printing–”
Dustin moves faster than he ever has in his life, including when he was being chased by the Mindflayer. He explodes out of the photo booth curtains just in time to shove Lucas away from the small plastic basket of the photo dispenser. “I’ll take them!”
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Written as a bday gift for @prominence12 :) tried to write them being cute young people. hope you enjoy!!!
Steve walked out of the bathroom, feeling incredibly strange. It didn't feel...bad, but that made him feel worse. Why did he look good? Why did he feel good dressed like this?
"This is so weird," Steve breathed out, mostly to himself.
A wolf whistle followed as he walked into the bedroom. "You look so hot," Dustin said eagerly.
Steve faltered upon seeing his boyfriend, cheeks flushing. Dustin was dressed in thigh highs, and a cute little sun dress. It suited him too, especially the pink lipstick he was wearing. He still looked like a boy, dressed as a girl, but Steve didn't think he looked less like Dustin. It was just another side of him.
Dustin pushed off the bed, coming up to stand in front of Steve, fingers reaching out to hook the edge of Steve's own mini skirt. "This looks so good on you, you've got such long legs... You are so pretty, Stevie. I can't wait to taste your lipgloss."
Steve didn't want to feel a flush on need from that; years of society telling him that wasn't supposed to be something you called boys - and yet, it felt good. Dustin looked incredible, so sexy, and Steve's hands went to his hips, pulling their bodies together.
"You're not upset I suggested this?" Dustin asked, going up on tip toes to peck him on the lips. Steve hadn't kissed anyone with makeup on in years, unless you counted cheap Halloween makeup Dustin wore once.
"No," Steve's hand slid backwards, squeezing a handful of Dustin's plump rear end. "I've got a pretty cute girlfriend."
Dustin grinned, braces off, bright and toothy, as he mirrored the gesture - except he grabbed Steve's ass under the skirt, fingers sliding over lace. "Not as hot as my girlfriend."
Steve had taken awhile to get dressed, to feel okay in being dressed like this, but now all he was thinking about was both of them taking turns riding the other in mini skirts until they were both spent and covered in smeared lipstick.
"Okay, I admit it, you have the best ideas." Steve told him, pushing him back towards the bed. It was his turn first.
The first time Steve realizes Dustin is beautiful is about seven or eight months after destroying the Upside Down. Dustin is seventeen and it's summer and the quarantine finally has been lifted and Dustin begs Steve to drive them out of Hawkins somewhere for a day trip. Anywhere, it doesn't matter, so long as the county line is far behind them. Dustin whoops and hollers when they cross over like they're making a prison break, and Steve grins at Dustin's enthusiasm.
They spend the morning in Indianapolis and then drive around back country roads stopping at fruit stands and yard sales and old forgotten cemeteries and abandoned silos in soybean fields and wherever else just because they can and have nowhere else to be. They alternate between listening to the radio and listening to the quiet rumble of Steve's truck. They talk quietly of old hurts and unresolved grief, of the Upside Down and middle school bullies, of what they used to think was important and what they value now instead.
Steve pulls them over at a state park in the afternoon, the summer sun still high in the sky. They have hours before the long June evening begins to draw twilight across the sky. It's hot and humid, the air utterly still, thick with moisture and the loud cry of insects, and they find a small deep pond fed by a creek whose water is bracing and frigid and there's no choice not to strip naked and leap in, shrieking as the water freezes the blood in their veins. They wrestle like they're boys again, because in many ways, they still are, laughing and pushing one another into the water, chasing each other around the edge of the pool and not giving a damn about what they look like because no one is there to see. Something settles in Steve after that, like the final vestiges of pain over their desperate fight in basement of the Hawkins Lab have finally healed.
Afterward, they lay on the grass to look up at the deep blue impossibly wide Indiana sky. They let the sun dry their bodies and when Steve looks over at Dustin his skin is glowing pink and golden and bronzed and somehow or other, his friend has become a young man. The muscles of his arms are supple, the planes of his chest and stomach more defined. It's not that he's grown taller or broader necessarily, but more that he's grown into himself somehow, and that's what takes Steve by surprise. And when Dustin looks over at him, eyes looking even more blue than ever, quirked in amusement and question as to why Steve is staring at him, it hits him all at once. Dustin is so indescribably beautiful.
It doesn't frighten him like it might have once, to notice the beauty of a man's body. But he tries to make himself adjust to this new realization while they make the drive back to Hawkins as the sky turns to shades of inky indigo and purple. There's an easy quiet filling the cab of the truck, both of them sun-tired and deeply content. The fields are lit up with thousands of winking fireflies, little blips of light that shimmer and dance in the dusk, and Steve asks Dustin to explain to him the biology of lightening bugs. His friend is all too happy to have a receptive audience to the knowledge he has to share, and by the time they cross back over the county line, it doesn't feel quite so much like returning to prison as it does to a home that doesn't quite fit anymore, but is still theirs and still loved. For now, Steve leaves the realization and the potential longing for something new behind him. He lets its linger by the pool's edge, far out in the countryside where no one else can see it.
I joked about my coach/Dustin age gap smut being rent-lowering gunshots but I did very much get blocked by a mutual-in-law this week but also I gained several new followers so moral of the story is, post that problematic porn, I guess?
"Okay, let's go." Dustin said, walking out of his bedroom. Steve stood up from where he'd been flipping through a magazine on the couch waiting for him. It had a bunch of weird medieval looking clothes in it and then a section of it was just sex toys, that had Steve looking at them a bit sideways. When he looked up at Dustin, he had the same reaction.
"Seriously?" Steve asked, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "You're going to get us hit wearing that..."
Dustin blinked at him, then down at his outfit. Chunky boots, a heavy coat, one of his usual bright shirts, and then his kilt. "What's wrong with it? I wear stuff like this all the time."
Steve sent him a withering look, "not with a skirt, Henderson."
"It's a kilt, Harrington." Dustin mimicked him. "And, who cares even if it is a skirt? It's just cloth, Steve. Cloth doesn't have a sex. It's just fabric."
"You're going to give me a migraine, I swear..." Steve muttered to himself, shaking his head. "The cloth might not, but people do, and if they see you, a guy, in a skirt, they're going to talk."
Dustin choked on a laugh, gesturing at himself. "Oh, that's never happened to me before! You know what, you're right. I should live my life in a way that makes it so no one else thinks I'm weird or strange! God forbid I ever get bullied for being different! Let me just, uhh....rewind about 20 years of my life. I'll just stop being me in the womb, that'll help!"
Steve's shoulders fell, letting out a short puff through his nose. "Okay, okay, I get it, Dustin. Look, I don't...I don't want you to not be you, I just don't like hearing people calling you names."
Dustin didn't say much to that, just sent him another pointed stare. He got called names all of the time, nearly daily. "I'm not changing. I like it. I'm not confused or insane, I just think fashion trends are stupid. I'm perfectly comfortable in my body. I'm just a guy who likes experimenting with clothes. Plus, skirts are super comfortable down stairs, if you know what I mean. You should try it."
Steve just laughed, moving to grab his jacket off the back of the couch. "Been there, done that... Okay, Macbeth, let's go to the movies..."
Dustin went to follow him before the comment sunk in, and he grabbed hard on the back of Steve's sweater to stop him dead in his tracks, eyes wide, mouth ajar. "... You've worn skirts? Steve Harrington wore- what?"
Steve looked over his shoulder at him, with a small confused frown. "Haven't I talked to you about that before? Shit, maybe it was Robin? No, I thought I'd eventually become a girl when I was a kid, so I was always stealing my mom's stuff, or my cousin's dresses. Then, you know, puberty happened."
Dustin stared at him like he'd just admitted to secretly being part of the Rainbow Room or something, as though his entire world had just shifted sideways and upside down. He'd never seen Dustin so gobsmacked before. It was kinda nice.
"What?" Steve asked with a cautious laugh. "I was just a dumb kid. Kids play dress up."
"You... I'm sorry, how long?" Dustin breathed out, going from not blinking at all to blinking rapidly. "Until puberty?"
Steve thought about it, he remembered his kindergarten teacher lecturing him about it. "like...4 or 5, to about 12? Then, they explained to me I was just idealizing girls because, you know, I'm a guy. It was normal, totally common. I got over it."
Dustin just silently shook his head, mouth still open. "I don't think that's common, Steve..."
Steve just rolled his eyes, and grabbed for the doorknob, tossing it open and marching down the hall towards the staircase. He could hear Dustin curse, then start to jog after him, complaining about his long legs. "We have movie tickets to go to, Henderson, walk and talk, walk and talk."
"You- seriously, Steve?! You can't drop that on me and run away!" Dustin complained, before catching up, holding onto Steve's sleeve. Steve would never admit it, but he liked it when Dustin hung onto him.
"There's nothing to talk about. I was a dumb kid, thought I was a girl. I grew up." So, yeah, he used to dress up, pretended to be a be a princess in need of rescue from a knight in shining armor - but, that wasn't how the world worked. He didn't grow up to be a girl, and that was that.
He said as much to Dustin as they went down the stairs. Occasionally the memory would come to him as he went about his life, sometimes Steve wondered what kind of life he'd have if he had gotten his wish. But, he pushed it to the side. He had bills, responsibility.
"Steve..." Dustin said as they reached the first floor. Steve looked up at him, where Dustin had stopped. He looked...sad? "... If you ever want to dress up again, I'll help you?"
It was getting late, they were going to miss the previews.
"What's it going to accomplish?" Steve asked with a frown. "Not like it's a magic wand. I'm not a girl, Dustin. Do you see how much body hair I have? And don't you dare say anything about your Nonna."
Dustin didn't respond for a minute, he just took a couple steps down, so they were more at eye level. "... If I had a magic wand, would you want to be a girl instead of a guy?"
"Yeah," Steve answered instantly. Wasn't it obvious? "Who wouldn't? All guys do."
Dustin smiled, just barely, and it didn't meet his eyes. "Let's go see our movie. You're staying the night after, right?"
That, too, should be obvious.
"We can talk later." Dustin told him, hopping down the final step. "And... you know, I'm no Knight, just a bard. But, you can still be my princess."
Steve rolled his eyes, lightly elbowing him as they opened the door into the lobby. "Yeah, sure, okay. I'm still driving, though."
by popular (2 - 4 people) demand - here's the alternate coach/dustin scene. i initially wrote this version before I came up with the time loop scenario, so it can be read immediately following part 16 (first time loop after dustin and steve fight after doc and steve hook up). or you can choose to read it as an alternate part 20 (though some of the description doesn't quite work). or as another time loop. take your pick lol
CW: 30 year age gap and explicit sex...uh yeah...don't like don't read
this post feels like rent-lowering gunshots if im being honest
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Dustin walked down the hall, the same way that Steve had gone, not because he particularly wanted to find him, but because that was the only way to go. Anger coursed through his veins, roiled violently in his chest feeling like it was ready to burst out of him. He was itching for a fight, but no one, not Steve, not even himself, would fight back. No one would hit him and distract him from the pain inside himself. Dustin felt ready to tear himself apart to get rid of this feeling, all this sick twisted grief that had nowhere to go, no matter how many times he cried or punched or kicked.
“Henderson!” someone called after him.
Not again, Dustin thought miserably. He couldn’t face another conversation with any of them right now.
“Henderson! Dustin, wait,” Coach called, gaining on him with his stupidly long legs.
“Leave me alone!” He shouted without turning around. A second later his arm was yanked forcefully, and he was spun around, made to look up at the older Steve’s goddamned concerned big brown eyes.
“Fuck off, old man!” Dustin said, pushing away from Coach, who held his grip firmly.
“No. I get it. You’re angry. You’re upset about Eddie, of course you’re upset, and no one has been there for you. Not your friends, not me, even when I should have been--” Coach said soothingly. Fire leapt in Dustin’s throat.
“Shut up about Eddie! Don’t talk about him. You don’t get anything!”
Dustin started punching at Coach's chest. He felt a sliver of grim satisfaction when he heard the older man let out a grunt of pain, and released Dustin. But now that the blood was singing in his veins again, Dustin didn’t want to walk away. He wanted another fight. He swung wildly, but the older Steve ducked easily out of the way.
“Dustin, stop. You need to calm down!” he said, trying to reach for him again, managing to dodge another swing from Dustin.
“Fight back! You’re such a fucking coward,” Dustin snarled, fists balled up in front of him.
“Dustin…” Coach just stood there, holding his arms out like he wanted to hug him. It was infuriating.
“It’s because you know you won’t win. You’ve never won a fight in your life, and you’re too scared to fight back against a goddamn teenager because you’re old and pathetic,” Dustin goaded, venom laced on every word, trying everything to provoke a reaction from this Steve’s obnoxiously placid attitude.
He flung himself at the older Steve, trying to attack him again, but he easily caught him, spinning him around and wrapping his arms around him from behind, just like the younger had only a few hours ago in the playroom of the lab. Dustin tried to kick out against the wall to leverage them backward. Instead, he felt himself get pushed face-first up against the wall of the hallway. All the breath left him as Coach surrounded him, Dustin’s back pressed flush to his front. His arms were pinned in front of him, and a thrill ran through Dustin at not being able to get free.
Coach leaned down and whispered in his ear, “you need to calm down, Dustin.” His beard scratched against his ear, lips less than an inch from his face. Dustin’s breath punched out of him raggedly.
“Fucking make me,” he tried to spit viciously. It came out more like a wheeze. His ribs hurt from being pressed so hard against the wall. He tried to squirm free, but the older Steve kept him pinned in place, speaking to him from behind.
“God, you’re such a brat,” he said, rubbing his lips across the shell of his ear.
Heat flooded Dustin’s body, breath caught in his throat. The pressure let up on his back just slightly as the older Steve’s hands slid around to his hips, pulling Dustin’s ass back into his crotch. Dustin squirmed again, this time trying to rub himself back against Steve, wanting to turn him on, hoping to feel his dick through his pants.
“W-what are you gonna do about it?” Dustin said, trying to keep his voice from shaking, half in disbelief that this was actually happening. Steve bit down on the edge of Dustin’s ear, grazing his teeth across the skin and Dustin felt a full body shudder run through him, his dick starting to tent his pants.
“You need to calm down,” Coach said again, in the same low tone that was driving Dustin to pieces.
“You gonna touch me?” Dustin asked, unable to keep the whine out of voice. Whatever was happening right now was infinitely preferable to fighting, but he wanted more.
“Dustin…stop pushing me away,” Coach whispered, scratching his beard against Dustin’s cheek.
Dustin felt his large hands slide to his front and undo the closures on his pants, one hand splayed on his belly, keeping him flush against Coach's back, and then he dipped a hand down below his waistline. He cupped his hand against the outline of Dustin’s dick through his underwear, and Dustin felt his legs go weak, now fully hard. Dustin panted roughly, laying his cheek against the cold cinder block wall.
“Stop being an asshole and fuck me,” Dustin snarled. Coach groaned against his ear and pressed his hand harder against his dick. Dustin bucked helplessly into him, trying to get closer. and then Coach slipped his hand into his pants, taking the head of Dustin’s cock into his palm.
“Son of bitch,” Dustin choked out. He’d never had anyone’s hands on him but his own, and the pleasure of it was so good, he worried he’d blow his load right then and there. He pressed his face harder against the wall, mashing his bruised flesh so the pain would ground him. The older man slowly dragged his hand down Dustin’s length. Dustin’s mouth fell open, curses spilling from his lips, as Coach pumped his hand up and back down, still pressing him tightly to the wall. His pleasure mounted rapidly, too good to last much longer
Coach pressed his lips to Dustin’s temple and a second later Dustin came, barely having lasted a minute. His stomach flexed and contracted against the hand still splayed against him as Coach worked him through finishing until it felt like almost too much.
“Oh fuck, Steve, fuck,” he gasped, trying to cling to the brief moments of ecstasy even as they faded, rapidly replaced with something cold and sour curdling in his stomach.
Dustin pushed himself back against Coach and felt a deep whine wrench from inside himself because he felt something firm and hot against his back.
“Are you turned on? Did that make you hard?” Dustin asked hungrily. “You liked touching me, didn’t you?” A new thrill of desire ran through Dustin, and he chased it, not ready for this to be done.
Coach groaned as he took his hand off Dustin’s softening dick. “Jesus, Henderson.”
“I can make you feel good, too. Let me touch you. Let me get you off,” Dustin said, trying to turn around. Coach kept him pressed tightly to the wall though, so Dustin just pushed his back against him harder, grinding against Coach.
Suddenly, Coach yanked Dustin’s pants farther down his thighs, and Dustin sucked a breath as the frigid air made his balls pull up into body. A second later he heard the jangle of a belt buckle, jeans getting unzipped and the sound of the older man spitting into his hand. And then Dustin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the firm, thick pressure of Steve shoving his dick between Dustin’s thighs. Coach pulled back, the head of his cock dragging against the tender skin and then snapped his hips forward, the force of it hard enough to press Dustin tight against the wall.
Dustin grunted, could barely catch his breath as Coach set a relentless pace, fucking through his thighs over and over. He lost himself in the sensation, the drag and burn of Coach’s cock against his skin lessening as the man started to leak, helping the glide of his dick. God, he was so big, Dustin thought, pressing his thighs tighter around his girth, groaning when his cockhead hit the back of his balls and underside of his dick. The slap of his balls against the back of his thighs and the low groans of pleasure he let out echoed in the empty hallway.
“That’s right,” Dustin panted. “Bet you wanted to fuck me this whole time, didn’t you?”
Steve’s--Coach’s hand came up to grip tightly at his shoulder, another digging into his hip, groaning Dustin’s name in desperation. Whatever words Dustin was prepared to say next died on his lips at how wrecked he sounded.
Coach’s thrusting sped up and then suddenly Dustin felt the hot wet spurt of cum across the back of his dick and down his thighs as the older man finished, pressing his bearded face in the crook of Dustin’s neck, breath hot against him.
Dustin turned, Coach finally letting up enough to give him room before he pressed back against him, softening dicks brushing against each other briefly before both of them pulled their pants back up over the mess they’d left.
Dustin felt tears beading at his eyes as he dragged Coach down, needing to be kissed. The man obliged, cupping Dustin’s face in his hands tenderly. It was too much, too overwhelming, to feel the soft press and suck of his lips and Dustin bit down hard on Coach’s lip instead. The older man just moaned into it before probing his tongue at Dustin’s insistently. Dustin opened under him, letting him plunder his mouth, swallowing up whatever noises Dustin was making.
Dustin was grateful for the wall firm at his back and Coach’s weight against him that kept him propped up because he felt wrung out, ready to collapse if left to stand on his own. He held onto Coach like a lifeline, hands fisting into his sweatshirt. Gradually, Dustin realized that Coach was rubbing his thumbs over his cheek, wiping the tears that he didn’t notice had started to fall.
“I’m here,” Coach whispered against Dustin’s lips between long burning kisses. “I’m here.”
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@rowdyheaux @vvasilisssk @queerfables @lucie1878 tagging you since y'all commented on my post talking about whether or not i should post it
Steve struggled to keep his eyes open as he scrolled on his phone, but it kept threatening to slip out of his fingers and onto his husband's noggin'. He wasn't thrilled that Hannah was out on a date, but he'd done what he could to make sure she could make informed decisions. And, on the plus side, it meant him and Dustin had some time alone.
Which was exactly why Dustin was snoring like a log on top of him, from where they were sprawled on the couch. Granted, had they been in their bed, they would have looked much the same. Dustin always called him his favorite pillow, and Steve liked having him close enough to hold against his heart.
He'd probably started to doze when the front door opened, causing his eyes to flicker open. Sure enough, his phone was laying on the side of Dustin's face, but it'd take more than that to wake him up.
"Hey Han, you have a good night?" Steve mumbled from the couch, sleep threatening to pull him back under. Until, it clicked in his mind that she'd not responded. Steve pushed up on one elbow, and looked over the back of the couch to see his daughter standing in the entryway, tears running down her face.
Dustin was off of Steve and on the floor in a matter of seconds. Steve would die for Dustin any day of the week, but he wasn't his daughter.
"What's wrong, what's going on?" Steve stumbled over to her, nearly tripping over their cat. Hannah ran forward and wrapped her arms around his midsection, sniffling into his shoulder.
"Who do I have to kill?" Steve asked her softly, rubbing her back in small circles as she hiccuped. Dustin was awake too, head popping up from behind the couch, hair askew and drool on his cheek. As soon as he saw Hannah, he actually did trip over the poor cat to reach them.
"What's- what happened? What's going on?" Dustin asked, still waking up. "Banana, what-"
"David broke up with me because I wouldn't...he wanted me to do something I didn't want to, and he dumped me and, and...I had to walk home." Hannah got out, half muffled from where she was talking into Steve's sleep shirt. Steve's eyes darted down towards her feet, she'd been wearing high heels, but the heels had been snapped off.
Yeah, Steve frowned, he was going to have to kill a kid. "I can't believe I'm going to have to kill a child." Dustin said, further proving they'd known each other far too long.
"Dad," Hannah chided, pulling back to look at Dustin. Okay, now wasn't the time.
"Hey, I know it hurts right now, he was your first boyfriend - but, you stood up for yourself. I'm so proud of you. Don't ever think, or let anyone tell you, that you did the wrong thing." Steve said, cupping her cheek, and kissing her forehead. It was hard to believe she was nearly 18.
"I just thought he wouldn't be like that..." Hannah said, giving a small shake of her head. "Did you ever have to deal with this, when you were dating?"
Steve looked over her head towards his husband, who made a face. "Well, uh. Not really. I mean... Dustin is the only guy I've ever dated, and I'm the only guy Dustin ever dated. Neither of us expected to fall in love. So, we haven't had to deal with guys like that."
Hannah looked up at him with a pinched expression. "Seriously? You and Dad are worse than a Disney movie. You're a Hallmark movie."
"I have had rough break ups before, though - we both have, just not with guys." Steve told her, as she sniffed. "Okay, here's what we're going to do. We're going to go get your favorite dessert, we're going to watch a dumb movie, and you're going to trash him to hell and back."
Hannah wiped at her face, before a small smile crossed her face. "He wasn't even that cute."
"He was hideous, a rat's diseased scrotum in human form." Dustin was eager to add, and it might have been a bit much, but Hannah laughed. That's all that mattered to them. They couldn't keep her safe forever, or keep her from ever getting hurt, but as long as they lived, they'd try to make sure she knew she could always come to them.
"Can I have wine?" Hannah asked, looking to Dustin with puppy dog eyes. They were Steve's puppy dog eyes, she'd gotten those from him, and knew by now that it wouldn't work on Steve, but it would with Dustin.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend. June." Hannah said pointedly, holding the hand of a tall skinny awkward looking girl that reminded Steve instantly of Robin in mannerisms when she was younger.
Except, Steve knew who Hannah was dating as of... last week. A sweet, sort of quiet guy, a pharmacist in training at her hospital, who doted on Hannah, and vice versa. They'd been together for a year and a half now, and Steve had been thrilled it seemed like Hannah found her person. They bounced ideas and jokes off each other effortlessly, and were protective of one another. He thought they were in love. He knew his daughter was bi, because the apple didn't fall far from the tree, and she'd dated girls in the past - but he'd thought she'd been happy with the boy she'd been dating.
Also, this girl looked a lot like Hannah's boyfriend. Like, a lot like him.
Dustin elbowed him in the side, mouthing something pointedly that Steve didn't understand at all, but he got the general gist.
Oh, Steve blinked, looking at June again. Oh.
"June suits you better than..." Steve trailed off. He wasn't supposed to say his old name- her old name, right? He was still learning about all of this stuff. "I'd rather have a daughter in law than a son in law anyway?" Steve finished, proud of himself. He was such a good dad. He'd be her dad too.
June turned bright red, glancing down at Hannah in a panic. Okay, maybe he wasn't supposed to say that much, but he knew they'd talked about getting married at some point already.
"Thanks Dad," Hannah exhaled out a sigh, shooting a mildly apologetic look at June. Steve wasn't sure why, but he was pretty sure embarrassing your child was legally required.
"I still get grandkids, though, right?" Steve asked, looking between them, and to Dustin. His husband grabbed his hand and gingerly pulled him away.
"Let's go be in another room, maybe, okay hun?" Dustin said slowly to him, before turning to the couple. "Congratulations, Junebug, we're both proud of you. You look happier, I can see it in your eyes."
"Thanks?" She said quietly, looking a bit surprised at the nickname; but she was smiling too, holding Hannah's hand tightly in her own. "...I wish my parents were more like you. You'll both be great grandparents someday."
Dustin sat on the floor, Hannah between his legs as they watched Highschool Musical 2 for what was maybe the seventh time that week. She kicked her feet, both of them singing along with every song. Steve walked into the living room, a small smile on his face as he watched two people he loved more than anything just enjoying themselves with a silly movie.
"Your butt isn't numb yet?" Steve asked, walking over to sit down on the couch beside them, handing Dustin a beer.
"Of course not," Dustin said, in mock offense. Steve was pretty sure Dustin would cut off his own leg to make Hannah comfortable. "After we finish this, we're watching- what are we watching, Banana?"
"Happy Feet," Hannah said, tilting her head back to look up at her dad. "Can we have popcorn?"
"Yeah, but I'll have to sample it to make sure it isn't poisoned." Steve told her, reaching out to ruffle her hair. It was curly, like Dustin's, regardless of the two not being related at all - it wasn't uncommon for people to think she was his, not Steve's. Granted, Dustin took her out almost at much as he did.
Hannah just sent him a devastatingly withering look for a 5 year old, that was almost certainly something she picked up from Steve. "I'm not a little kid anymore, Dad."
Dustin had to hide his smile, biting his lip. Steve was lucky that he'd taken them in, when he had. Getting laid off the way he had, the way so many people he'd known had been, would have been catastrophic on a normal day, let alone being a single father. Dustin, had been spared the worst of the recession as a programmer, and he already had bought his own home. Which, he immediately opened to Steve and Hannah. Steve offered to pay rent at least, as soon as he found work, but Dustin told him to shove it.
"That so, kiddo?" Steve asked Hannah with a half smile. "You want to help me pay taxes this year?"
She rolled her eyes, letting out an over exaggerated sigh. "No, dad."
"She is your spawn, through and through." Dustin said quietly, with a small laugh. Steve just bumped his shoulder with his knee, not denying it.
"I'm not a dumb little kid like Carson, okay?" Hannah huffed; Lucas' youngest followed her around like a puppy dog whenever they came by the visit, it was pretty cute, though Lucas and Max both are quick to tell him to back off when Hannah actually got uncomfortable.
"I know stuff." Hannah said, pulling her legs up to her chest. "Like how you and Uncle Dustin are in love."
Steve choked on nothing, and Dustin spluttered on his beer. Hannah tilted her head back to look at them, feigning innocence, which she definitely got from Dustin.
"What are you..." Steve trailed off, half hearted. He couldn't lie to her, but he and Dustin hadn't really...discussed things. Neither of them expected the other to reciprocate whatever their feelings were. Neither of them were young men any longer. Steve knew he was still an attractive man, but he wasn't a pretty young man anymore - and Dustin wasn't a cute little weirdo. Well, no, Steve thought to himself. He still thought of Dustin as a cute little weirdo, but he was definitely a grown man.
And yet, they both still ended up gravitating towards one another. At first, it was just late night chats like they used to have, before Steve's brief disaster of a marriage. They talked for hours, feeling like no time had passed between them.
He wasn't sure who acted first, the first time they kissed.
But, they'd been sneaking them ever since. Amongst other things they did and hid from Hannah.
"Love?" Steve repeated quietly, eyes darting to Dustin, who'd turned to look up at him. He bit his lip, but didn't say anything. "... You're a smart kid, not sure who you got it from. Definitely wasn't me." Steve said after a second, swallowing hard. Hannah practically preened at the compliment.
"I know - I got it from my other dad."
Dustin snapped his head to Hannah, and his eyes looked wet; he loved her so much but clearly didn't think she viewed him as much more than a family friend. Her other dad. Yeah, Steve thought that sounded about right. He moved from the couch, down onto the rug next to Dustin, leaning against him.
"...Your dads are going to eat all your popcorn." Steve warned her, and that got a cry of actual betrayal from his daughter.
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