My and Nevertheless' submission for @strangerthingsreversebigbang 2025/2026!
We're so excited to share our story and art!
Fic | Art
Rating: M
Word Count: 44,567
Summary:
When things fall through for Corroded Coffin in NYC, Eddie retreats to New Orleans to lick his wounds and crash at his friend Robin’s home. Her girlfriend Eden and Steve Harrington from high school, of all people, already live there too and, lucky him, he gets stuck with Steve as a roommate. He still doesn’t understand how Robin became such good friends with a rich, pretty boy jock, but he’s determined to make the best of sharing a room with the guy.
It’s only temporary after all.
What he couldn’t have planned for is a little plant, then the city of New Orleans, and finally Steve Harrington to all worm their way into his heart.
Prompt: Withdraw | Word Count: 371 | Rating: E | CW: Barebacking | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Established Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Eddie's Always Had a Thing For Steve Harrington, And His Little Green Shorts
"Not yet," Steve says, and Eddie stills. Okay. He can wait.
He lowers himself back to Steve's chest, cock still buried inside him. Steve's legs, locked around his hips. This is new, this desire for Eddie to stay, stay, stay that Steve has had ever since they stopped using condoms.
It's like it unlocked a whole new level of intimacy that Steve's hellbent on taking full advantage of now. And fuck, hell yes, Eddie will stay inside him as long as possible if that's what Steve wants. Half-hard, giving small, tiny thrusts. He can't move much, not like this, but the head of his cock can bump and rub against Steve's prostate, making Steve's breath hitch. Eddie definitely appreciates the whine that follows.
Eddie loves him, and he thinks he will always be obsessed with Steve Harrington.
Steve scrubs the back of his hand across his face, and clenches down on Eddie. It's Eddie's turn to groan, and he hangs his head, forehead pressed into the crook of Steve's neck.
Fingertips pressing into Steve's defined shoulders.
"Tell me something," Steve says, a rumble against Eddie's chest, as they're pressed together.
"Senior year. You were wearing those tiny, green shorts in gym and I had to go rub one out in the locker room bathroom stall."
Steve chuckles against Eddie, a familiar vibrating sensation, and Eddie smiles. Steve loves to hear stories of how he has always affected Eddie, before they even met for real.
"And?" Steve prompts.
"If you put them on today, I'd do it again."
"Now?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't even answer before Steve scoots himself upwards, making Eddie finally withdraw.
They both groan.
But Steve digs in the dresser, and slides on the little green shorts, even tighter now that Steve is older. Steve sits in the chair, propping his foot up, heel pressed into the armrest so his legs are spread wide, and Eddie watches a wet spot form. Two, actually. One from Steve's damp cock, and the other from Eddie's come leaking out of him into those obscene shorts.
And Eddie starts working his own sensitive cock to the image of Steve in those shorts, only this time, he doesn't at all need his imagination.
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rated e | 599 words | no cw | tags: famous corroded coffin, established steddie, sexy Polaroids, anal fingering, fade from black and also fade to black
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That stupid camera is going to be the death of him. Gareth insisted on buying the damn thing to “document their rise to fame” and “show how normal they are when they’re rich.”
All he does is run around wasting expensive film by taking close up pictures of Steve’s ass and Jeff’s hands. Eddie doesn’t necessarily mind the close ups of Steve’s ass, actually. He’s stolen a few Polaroids and kept them under his mattress for a rainy day. But it’s not the point.
It’s a distraction and everyone seems to be getting annoyed.
“Put the camera down.”
Jeff, of all people, is who finally snaps.
Gareth pouts at him and snaps another picture of his angry face. He’s not even sure if Gareth actually pointed it in the right direction or if he just guessed.
“Okay, I’m done,” Jeff takes his guitar off and sets it on the couch next to him. When he walks to his bunk, Frankie follows, glaring over his shoulder. The bus suddenly feels even smaller, the air around them thick.
“What’s his problem?” Gareth asks as if he really doesn’t know.
“Probably the fact he’s being hounded by Polaroid paparazzi every five minutes when he’s trying to work on a song,” Steve supplies from the table. He tries to keep his distance when they’re doing band stuff, but it’s hard on the bus. There’s only so many places he can go. “I thought you were trying to capture important moments.”
“He could be writing the next hit!” Gareth argues.
“Why don’t you put the camera in my bunk until we get to the next venue? Give it a break.”
“Fine.”
Gareth huffs and whines about it, but the camera is left in Steve’s bunk for the rest of the bus ride. After an hour or so, an apology, and a little bit of convincing from Steve, Jeff comes back out to work on the song.
Everything’s fine.
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“Wish I could take a picture of you like this. God, you look so good,” Eddie moans, rubbing his thumb across the cum painting Steve’s stomach. “So messy.”
“You could.”
Eddie freezes and looks up at Steve’s face.
“Why are you smiling like that? What have you done?”
“I stole the camera. It’s got some film left in it if you wanna take care of your wants and all our needs by using them up,” Steve winks.
“I’ve never loved you more than I do in this moment, baby.”
Steve snorts. “It’s in my backpack. Be quick. I wanna shower.”
Eddie was never very coordinated, but he makes it to the backpack in record time and only trips once. The camera is much less annoying when he gets to use it, especially when he gets to take pictures of Steve naked, used, and messy.
“Stay just like that, sweetheart.”
Steve’s hand rests on his chest, head turned to the side, legs parted after having Eddie between them. He takes the picture.
“Now pose.”
Steve doesn’t need direct instruction; He knows what Eddie likes to see.
Steve arches his back, pinches his nipple, and whimpers.
Eddie takes the picture.
Steve’s hand covers his mostly-soft dick while he looks directly at the camera.
The flash is the only sound in the room.
“One more.” Eddie swallows hard. His dick twitches against his thigh.
Steve runs a cum-covered finger between his legs, down to his hole. Eddie’s hands are shaking as he tries to get close enough for a good picture.
His finger pushes inside and Eddie takes the last shot.
The man was some kind of queer, Steve could tell at a glance. He‘d gotten good at spotting people like himself the last couple of years, especially with Robin’s self – professed “expert gay guidance.” But also the man’s gaze raked over Steve in an undeniably interested way, slow and obvious, and when he made it up to Steve’s eyes, he winked.
He was confident, sexy, incredibly attractive, and Steve knew instantly that he wanted him. Not a doubt in his mind.
“So, you're the driver. Chrissy didn’t tell me how handsome you are. That face really should come with a warning.”
Steve felt himself flush, surprised to be put on the spot. He loved the familiar cadence of flirting, but usually he was the one starting it. An easy laugh fell from his lips, even if he was at a loss for words.
The guy continued, sliding a palm over his chest dramatically, “I swear my heart stopped for a moment. Thought I might need medical attention.”
Steve glanced around, a quick check to make sure no one else was listening—he wasn’t stupid. Then he eyed Munson just as plainly from head to toe and replied, “She gave me absolutely no warning either.”
“Oh god, here we go.” Chrissy rolled her eyes and slid out from under Munson’s arm.
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