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GOOD THINGS (COME IN THREES)

CHAPTER THREE: POOL PARTY

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Pairing: Steddie x fem!reader; Steddie x older!fem!reader; Steddie x MILF!reader; Eddie Munson x older!fem!reader x Steve Harrington; Steve Harrington x older!fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Series Summary: Moving to Hawkins after some major life changes was hard, but the company of your son’s friends starts to make things look a little brighter

Chapter Summary: A party invite brings more than you bargained for, and things shift between you and the boys

WC: ~13.5k

Series CW/tags: 🔞 18+, MDNI!! SMUT, NSFW, MMF/threesome, age gap, Eddie and Steve are friends, no Upside Down

Chapter CW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI! SMUT, eating and drinking, ogling, Karen is nosey but also an excellent friend, flirting (so much flirting...), Steve lifts reader (no other physical descriptions other than how she views herself), oral (m & f rec), hand jobs, p in v, consensual voyeurism, be warned the boys get closer in this one, aftercare, bathing, an unnecessarily detailed description of an 80s bathroom, reader wears the boys' clothes but they're free size, probably far too much domestic fluff, mild angst and hurt/comfort near the end but it's resolved

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You're a little nervous to admit it, afraid you'll somehow jinx it, but things have been really good since the boys came over last weekend. Your confidence is still soaring, and you're even planning to ask Karen Wheeler whether she'd accompany you to Indie sometime soon to help you pick out new clothes. Eddie and Steve have found excuses to come over again, although always when Danny's home, and he doesn't seem to mind seeing his older friends more often. If anything, he's relishing it, which makes you feel somewhat better about your… other activities.

Thursday night, Steve calls.

“Listen, uh, I know you don’t usually come to these things, but I’m having a pool party on Saturday and uh, I think you’d enjoy it. You can keep an eye on Danny, but there’ll be plenty of other adults there so you can, y'know, chill out too. Claudia’s gonna come and I know you two get on well, she's bringing her friend, and Joyce and Hop will be there. So, umm, will you come?”

His babbling is cute. It’s reminiscent of the teenage boys that asked you out in high school. Wait, is he nervous?

And you’re tempted, you really are. Steve's right, you don't normally make a bee-line for the rowdy pool events, wherever they're held. But Melvald’s has been rammed with parents and kids getting ready for the new school year and you’ve taken on a few extra shifts, the outcome of which has been extra cash, which is great, but also increasingly sore feet, which, well, isn’t… You conclude you do deserve a little R&R, and there's no law that says you're obligated to cavort around in plastic doughnuts. You hope you'll be able to spend the majority of the event relaxing, and so you agree. You can almost hear Steve's fist pump as he lets out a quiet yesss before hanging up.

By the time Saturday rolls around you find you're actually looking forward to spending the day amongst hyped-up teens. The eye candy that's likely to be on offer is certainly helping your mood, as is your desire to get to know some of Steve and Eddie's friends a little better. Wait, no, that's not it, of course you mean fellow Hawkins residents… Whichever it is, spending time with people who you'd like to consider your friends seems a more than decent way to spend a weekend afternoon.

You're not planning to do any swimming, deciding to leave the horseplay entirely to the youngsters on this occasion. The closest you want to get to the water is perhaps dangling your legs in the pool, but you still dress for the occasion. You've chosen a different bikini that you haven't worn in years, a triangle style with tie sides which doesn't cover you nearly as much as it used to. You would never have dared pull it out of your wardrobe only a few short weeks ago, but today you admire yourself in your bedroom mirror as you dress. Sure, your body's changed, but you've developed a new appreciation for everything she's experienced with you. She's carried you through a lot, and she's still strong, still sensuous, still providing you with myriad life experiences that you wouldn't exchange, even for the figure you had in your twenties. You smooth your hands over your soft bumps and curves with a new reverence that makes you feel more complete than you think you ever have. Of course, there are two specific people that have had a significant influence on getting you to this point, but you'd like to think that even if you never saw them again in that way you'd still keep a hold of this new version of you, and appreciate yourself for exactly who you are.

You briefly wonder what Eddie or Steve would think of this particular bathing suit, but you don't want to assume anything and imagine they won't even see it. There's going to be a lot of people around, after all. You cover it with a cute, lightweight beach dress that you feel good in, put your sunhat and sunglasses in your bag, and as you scoop up the containers of food you've made you yell at Danny to hustle up because you're leaving in five minutes.

You pull up to Steve's in the early afternoon, a small crowd of children and adults already there. You're looking forward to seeing people you already know, like Joyce and Hop, and the Sinclairs, but also getting to know others better, like Steve's friend Robin, a sweetly awkward girl who you've seen around town, and finding out more about Claudia's friend, who everyone, apparently, calls Aunt Gem. You've chatted, as moms do, but you've yet to discover exactly how they know each other.

Steve spots you from the side entrance to his back garden as soon as you roll to a stop at the curb, and you see his body twitch as if he wants to rush to open your car door for you. He restrains himself as you walk into the garden, but he does give you a lingering look as he greets you with a quiet hi, his hands brushing yours as he grabs the teetering bowls of salad and takes them indoors. You appreciate the view as he walks away, a pair of deep red swim shorts hugging his delicious ass and a too-small, paper thin yellow tee straining to contain his broad shoulders.

Your son shoves past you in a rush to get to his friends, and as you pass further into the garden at a more stately pace you spy Eddie moving chairs around, trying to instruct some of the other boys on where to put them. He's always striking, but today he's particularly hard to miss, being the only figure dressed entirely in black amongst the riot of neons, pastels and tropical prints. His black swim shorts allow you a glimpse of pale skin and the ink on his legs, and his cut up band shirt, if it can even still be called such given the lack of fabric and the unreadability of the trashed print, barely covers any of his torso. You can't say you're disappointed. He spots you and stops what he's doing, a soft smirk on his lips as he straightens up and pushes his sunglasses back into his unruly curls, seemingly all the better to see you. There's eye candy for everyone, it seems…

You distract yourself by helping in the kitchen, arranging the coleslaw and potato salad you've brought and opening packs of disposable cutlery and plates, and instructing Danny and Will to cut burger buns and open the cheeses.

Eventually everyone is situated. The teens are roughhousing in the pool, some adults are sipping cool drinks indoors and others are lounging poolside and around the garden. You've snagged a lounger halfway between the house and the water, near enough to feel like you're joining in but far enough to not get dragged into the fray, and you have something cool and fruity by your side. Danny’s happily splashing about, and the sun feels warm and comforting on your skin. It's bliss.

Karen plops onto the lounger next to you, and you're wondering how to bring up asking her for shopping advice when she leans over and quietly murmurs,

“So, what’s your secret?”

You turn and look at her quizzically.

“This new glow of yours! Is it a new skincare regime? Aerobics? Juicing? Yoga? You must share!”

Flustered, you look around, anywhere but at her, and fiddle unnecessarily with the tassel on the belt of your sundress. Karen takes off her sunglasses and taps them against her glossed lips, a wry smile appearing on her face.

“Ohhh wait, I think I can guess.”

Without realising it you've been gazing across the garden, and she's caught your line of sight. She glances over your shoulder to where Steve and Eddie are beginning to move a sturdy wooden picnic table, readying it for the barbecue spread. As you both watch, the boys bend their knees and lift, grunting a little. Arm muscles ripple and broad hands tense and grip the thick wood as they move the heavy item across the grass, working together and exchanging almost telepathic gestures to position it before lowering it down. You think the show’s over, but then Steve lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe his brow, revealing his tanned and taut torso and a hint of his happy trail, and Eddie bends to pick up a stray napkin, his shorts tightening over his pert ass and muscle tee gaping open to reveal his tatted chest and pierced nipple, and it’s game over. You can’t help the slight heat that creeps up your cheeks and you swallow, crossing one ankle over the other, Karen totally noticing.

“Look, I get it. Really.”

She looks wistful for a moment and you make a mental note to probe her more about this another time. She continues, dropping her voice to a whisper,

“I mean, I don’t blame you. They’re both objectively hot, and we’re all adults…”

You tear your eyes away from Steve still exposing his rock hard abs and Eddie now stretching his triceps to put his hair up in a messy bun, and look at her just in time to watch her subtly nibble the inside of her glossed lips.

“So, which one is it?”

You’re taken aback by the direct question, not least because you can’t actually answer it. Mumbling, you stammer,

“Wh— what?”

She pushes her sunglasses back onto her face and regards you over the top of them.

“Oh come on. We’re all friends here. I know you’ve been hooking up with someone, you have that look about you. I just didn’t realise it was someone so… close to home. So, who is it? Eddie? Or Steve?”

She bobs her eyebrows and you feel yourself heating even more. It spreads over your chest and up your neck as you fumble for how on earth to answer this. Do you lie? Say it’s some guy from town that’s not serious? Convince her it’s definitely not anybody she knows? Do you come clean, but ‘lie by omission’ and pick one of them? Or, perhaps it would be good to tell the truth, have someone to confide in, someone who obviously has an open mind and is unlikely to judge you?

You take too long to answer, and the truth must be written all over your face, your jaw dropping and eyebrows furrowing as Karen suddenly gasps, her manicured hand coming up to cover her mouth.

“Oh my god! Is it both of them?? It is, isn’t it? Do they both know? Wait… you—? Oh my, you sly wench, good for you! I’m not gonna lie, I am very envious…”

You're still agog at how she's managed to work it out so easily, as she slings a tanned arm lightly around your shoulders and squeezes you in a gentle side hug.

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell. We all deserve some fun, right?”

The afternoon wears on pleasantly, and once the barbecue is set up and lit, Hopper taking charge, the boys finally let loose. You're subtly ogling them as shirts are removed and they jog towards the pool to jump in with the rest, and you can't help but giggle as Karen gently nudges the side of your arm with her elbow and settles back to enjoy the show. It's surprisingly validating to have someone else acknowledge how good these boys are making you feel, and the fact that she sees it as nothing but positive bolsters your confidence even more.

They play for a while, showing off by performing ludicrous jumps and striding about with their glistening chests and wet butts intentionally facing in your direction, and you unabashedly sit back and enjoy the display.

Once everyone's calmed down a bit and the older boys are submerged in the water playing marco polo with the smaller kids on their shoulders, you and Karen fall into another easy conversation. She agrees enthusiastically to your suggestion of a girls’ shopping trip, and excitedly suggests that others may wish to join you, something you hadn't dared consider and which makes you feel even more like you might actually belong here. You're focused on discussing travel and diaries and Karen's telling you all about her favourite shops when you both gasp as drops of cool water land upon both of you. You look up to see Steve standing next to Karen and Eddie leaning over you, the pair of them very deliberately shaking their heads and cascading cold drops of pool water over the both of you.

You squeal like a teenager, much to your chagrin, but breaking through your yelps is Karen’s laughter and the two boys mumbling suggestively,

“You ladies look altogether too sunkissed.”

“Yeah, like you might need a shower to cool you off.”

Your cheeks flush at their antics, and to the not-so-subtle reference to your naked shenanigans the other weekend, and you can't even imagine what you could say to them in response. Thankfully, Karen unwittingly comes to your rescue, playfully slapping Steve on the shin with the back of her hand and demanding, with faux haughtiness,

“How about you boys stop making nuisances of yourselves and get us ladies a couple of margaritas, huh?”

Steve stands up straight, one arm across his torso in a waiter-like pose, whilst Eddie bends dramatically at the waist. You feel the wet tips of his hair brushing your thighs as Steve moves off, and he puts on the worst posh accent you've ever heard as he replies,

“Why certainly, madaaaaahms.”

Once they're out of earshot you and Karen share another moment, looking at each other and bursting into laughter for reasons other than most of the BBQ-goers would realise.

Once the food is ready everyone shifts and gathers to eat. You manage to snag a few minutes with Robin, discovering that she met Steve when they both worked at the same ice cream parlour. She regales you with tales of him in the dorky shorts and stupid hat he had to wear, and you mentally file away the imagine for later, not wanting to sully the memory of your conversation with Robin with the image of tearing off Steve's dorky little shorts with your teeth.

She also tells you how she met Eddie in the school band, an obligatory pastime for any pupil who could even vaguely play an instrument but one which, despite being in Eddie’s words the least metal thing he's ever done, got him out of any other kind of forced participation on game days. Again, you have to suppress visions of peeling Eddie out of his sticky uniform and releasing his hair from whatever preppy style it was forced into.

The conversation drifts to Claudia, and Robin explains in vague terms that she and Aunt Gem helped her through a difficult time after she left high school. After she takes her leave to get more coleslaw and rib Steve about their old uniforms, you consider the tough times that your own son has endured. You're left with a warm feeling in your chest as you think about how supportive this entire friendship group seems to be, and how you're glad now, for entirely unselfish reasons, that Steve and Eddie have taken Danny under their wing.

Later, the water sports spill out onto the lawn, with tag games and supersoakers coming to the fore. You suspect it's no accident when Eddie and Steve both spray you with water, almost instantly becoming distracted from the game at hand. Steve's chewing the inside of his cheek and Eddie's flicking his tongue across his teeth, and it takes you a few moments to realise that the increasingly lascivious looks they're giving you might have everything to do with the fact that your wet sundress has become almost completely transparent. You scramble to dry off using the small napkins you have to hand, but eventually you give up, and challenge the group to soak both you and Karen to ‘cool you off’. She squeals and tries to protect her styled hair with her sunhat, whilst you enjoy the barely concealed and hungry stares of the boys and the cooling effects of the sprays. So much for not showing this bikini off…

You're trying to play it cool and not anticipate any other kinds of activities this afternoon, but the boys’ behaviour isn't making it easy. They're flirty by nature, at least when they’re around you, and you can't work out whether they're just being cheeky or are actually trying to rile you up.

You get your answer shortly thereafter. Eddie’s the first to corner you alone after he follows you to the kitchen while the others are busy finishing up the barbecue. You spot him at the side of your vision and try to appear unbothered, initially fussing ineffectually with the leftover salads but then turning to face him just as he strides forwards and presses against you, trapping you against the countertop. You could probably slide out sideways to get away, but you’re finding you completely lack any motivation to do so. It's the closest you've been to him since last weekend and you have no intention of curtailing this interaction.

“Oh, excuse me, I just, uhh, came in for something I needed. It's, umm, up here…”

He reaches up dramatically, knowing it’s lifting his skimpy, and frankly slutty, cutaway shirt, and it places his tricep and hairy underarm way too close to your face to be at all polite. He’s dried off in the sun but hasn’t showered, and the lack of deodorant combined with the heat has brought on a delicious sheen of fresh man-sweat, which you eagerly, and hopefully unobtrusively, inhale. It also gives you an excellent close up view of his wyvern tattoo, and your eyes scan it rapidly, trying to commit every detail of it to memory.

Continuing his obvious charade, Eddie reaches in and blindly pulls something at random out of the top cupboard. Still leaning in ridiculously close, and entirely unsubtly rolling his hips against yours, your noses almost touch as he moans with a sigh,

“Yeah, this is exactly what I needed.”

You feel the heat of his breath cascade over your face and neck, and your voice comes out a little breathier than you’d anticipated as you banter back,

“Oh, is it now…?”

His eyes flit to the small bottle he now has in his grasp, and does his best to suppress a snort and remain serious as he reads,

“Uh, sure, I definitely needed… Mr Harrington's ear medication? Hey, you can never be too careful when there’s water around…”

You suppress a giggle as he pushes his hips into yours once more and then backs off towards the patio doors. He waggles the top of the vial at you as he smirks devilishly, turning at the last moment to return to the party. You breathe out a long sigh, unaware that you’d been holding your breath since he spoke. And, whilst you can’t even imagine how you’d explain that level of proximity to anyone who could’ve walked in and seen you, you immediately miss his heat and the weight of his torso against you.

Later, you've scurried to the garage to get supplies for the desserts when there's a sudden heat at your back, a low voice far too close murmuring,

“Are you having a good time?”

Steve's broad hands skim your hips over your dress and his nose traces the shell of your ear, and you almost allow yourself to sigh and drop your head back against him before you catch yourself, stammering,

“N-not here! Christ, Steve, there’s people everywhere!”

Steve’s voice is raspy and he sounds like he's barely keeping it together as he mumbles,

“Y’know what Duchess? I’m getting to the point where I just don’t care anymore. Let them see, why the hell shouldn't they?”

You pull away and turn, stepping backwards and clutching a pack of paper plates to your chest like it's a shield.

“No! Please… If we’re ever gonna do this I really need to speak to Danny first.”

Steve concedes immediately, and he takes a step back as his hands leave your hips, one spread wide in a supplicating gesture and the other shoving his bangs off of his forehead.

“Okay, no, that’s totally fair. I just want you to know how hard this is sometimes…”

A boyish smile appears on his face and he loops a thumb into the top of his swim shorts at his waist, highlighting the obvious strain in the fabric.

With food consumed, energy spent and most rubbish gathered, the guests convene on the Harrington driveway to say their goodbyes. Claudia and Aunt Gem offer Robin a ride, the younger girl agreeing readily. You think it's nice that, much like Danny, she has friends of different ages, and she certainly seems to have a connection with the two women. Karen’s herding the kids back to the Wheelers’ for pizza and movies, and Joyce and Hop promise to come by tomorrow afternoon to help clean the grill.

You're saying goodbye to Joyce as Hop’s asking if you need any help backing out of your parking spot, when a delightfully devious plan comes to you. It's not like you'd be lying, you could always follow through with it if the boys don't agree.

“Well, as Danny’s staying over at Mike’s I don’t need to get home straightaway, so I thought I’d stay and help these guys finish cleaning up. It’s the least I can do really, for everything they’ve done today.”

Joyce hugs you whilst gushing over what a kind and helpful person you are, and Hopper grunts his assent whilst lifting their cooler into the back of their truck. You don't miss the sly wink Karen gives you as she crosses the front lawn to get into her car, yelling at the kids to buckle up as she turns the key and pulls away.

It doesn't take long for the pair you've been staring at all day to corner you in the kitchen. You're just covering the final bowl of salad when Eddie runs his fingertips across your lower back, and you almost spill the remains of the cold potatoes as you stutter,

“Oh my god, can you behave? I've gotta get these leftovers somewhere cold!”

Steve rumbles from the other side of the kitchen,

“Behave? Oh, that's rich, coming from someone in an outfit that's practically transparent.”

Eddie continues,

“Yeah, sweetheart. How do you expect us to behave, when you’ve been parading yourself around all day dressed like that?”

“Paradi-? Oof!”

You try to protest, but Eddie pushes you forwards into the edge of the counter and roughly pushes up your sundress to bunch the fabric at your waist, exposing your ass.

Steve's immediately at your side, palming himself as he murmurs into your ear,

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to hide a boner when you’re wearing swim shorts? Kept reminding me of you in that fuckin’ bikini at the lake, and how good you looked in the water.”

Eddie's of a similar mind.

“Exactly. I had to spend most of that afternoon freezing my balls off in the damn water because it wouldn't fuckin’ go down, and I had to do it all over again today. I wanted you to get in the pool with us, get you close to my face, like when I was tossing you around. Wanna toss you around all over again…”

He growls as he drops to his haunches, roughly palming your cheeks and kneading them with his strong hands as he sucks mouthfuls of your soft flesh into his mouth, humming as he does so.

Steve pulls down a shoulder of your dress, kissing your sensitive, sun warmed skin, and that's all it takes for you to abandon all thoughts of leftover salad and develop an entirely new focus.

Steve raises your arms and you willingly allow him to lift your dress from you, as Eddie’s hands roam over the flesh of your waist and your flimsy swimsuit before he spins you, spreading your thighs and kneeling between them as he braces you back against the unit. He smirks as he notices there’s a damp patch in the fabric between your legs.

“Oh, been waiting for this, have we, Duchess?”

You want to say something like, don't flatter yourself, it’s just from the supersoakers, but any witty response dies on your lips in a series of truncated huffs as you watch Eddie take in your form. He takes great delight in slowly pulling at each of the ties by your hips, appreciating the gentle ping as they fully undo and the triangle of cloth sticking slightly before it falls away to expose you to him.

He flings the fabric behind him, one of your thighs quickly following it and opening you up to him, and he hums as he views your naked core. He very deliberately looks up at you, waiting until you make eye contact before lolling out his tongue to its fullest extension, leaning forwards and licking a deep, slow stripe through your folds. The visual alone is enough to send you reeling, but the feel of his talented muscle as he starts to flick and lick and devour you has your knees shaking within moments.

Steve watches, rapt, until he realises there's more he could be doing. He undoes the ties at your neck and back and lets your bikini top drop, exposing your perked and sensitive tits. With a low growl he moves his head and licks at the nipple closest to him, shuddering as he feels your sharp inhale and the soft whine you gift him. His hand comes to cup your other breast and he squeezes the flesh, trapping and pinching your nipple between his middle and ring fingers as he moulds you in his palm.

One of your hands flies into Eddie's hair and the other grapples at the countertop in an attempt to both stabilise and ground you, as you let out sweet and airy little moans of pleasure. Eddie's moving his head rhythmically and you're already hurtling towards your peak when he slips a finger inside you, swiftly adding a second when he feels how slick and ready you already are, curling them both and brushing the tips against your most sensitive spot. He flattens his tongue and rubs it against your clit just as Steve hums into the flesh of your tit, sucking harder and flicking his tongue quickly against your nipple, and it’s everything you need. Your climax rushes over you in a wave, your legs trembling and a pornographic ooooohhhhhh fills the previously family-friendly air of the kitchen. You hear Eddie hum something that sounds like a very muffled oh yeah as Steve moans his approval and keeps massaging your other breast.

Eddie continues to lap at you, more gently now, until the hand in his hair turns into a gentle tug on his scalp, indicating your overstimulation. As his face leaves your cunt you watch with delight as he licks around his mouth and gathers what he can of the shining slick that covers the entire lower half of his face. Your brain conjures the image of Steve sucking the essence of you off of Eddie's tongue, and the thought makes your knees buckle. Steve notices before you slump too far, and grasps your elbow to steady you, murmuring,

“Shall we, uh, take this to a bedroom?”

None of you wastes a moment. Eddie goes first, opening doors and clearing a path as Steve picks you up in a fireman's lift and carries you, squealing, up the stairs to a large, inoffensively decorated room. There’s no ‘boy’ paraphernalia here, and no personal items either, so you assume it’s a guest room. He lays you carefully in the centre of the bed and stands beside you, gazing fondly into your eyes as he asks,

“You okay? Do you need anything?”

You don't have the power of eloquent speech, but you do manage to breathily whisper,

“You two. Naked.”

Steve guffaws as Eddie mutters, with a chuckle,

“That can definitely be arranged.”

They quickly fling off their shirts and shimmy out of their swim shorts and join you on the bed, kneeling either side of your calves, cocks already hard and swaying between their legs. Eddie's hand strokes gently at the inside of your knee as he asks,

“What do you want this time, sweetheart?”

Images of them sucking each other’s fingers and the fantasy of watching Steve suck Eddie's tongue reenter your mind, and you wonder whether you could push the boundaries of their relationship a little further. Remembering your first encounter, you decide to start with something they feel comfortable with.

“Would you, umm… Would you suck each other’s fingers again? That was so fucking hot at the cabin.”

Steve answers first.

“It would be my pleasure, honey. Eddie, you game?”

“Oh yeah. I've got you, big boy.”

Turning to you, Eddie adds, raising his eyebrows,

“We've gotta have something to taste though, don't we…?”

His palm drifts up your inner thigh, making you shiver the closer he gets to your core. Keeping his pace, he slips the two fingers he used in the kitchen easily inside you, his jaw dropping open and eyes blackening as your hips buck up to meet him and a gentle sigh leaves your lips. He curls them a couple of times, enough to be extremely enjoyable but not nearly enough to get you off, before watching as he withdraws them, gazing at the slick he's gathered.

You've barely noticed that Steve's hand has slid up your other thigh, but as soon as Eddie's hand is far enough away to give him room he's grazing his own fingertips through your folds, humming and furrowing his brow as he feels how wet you are. Mirroring Eddie's action, he slides two thick digits slowly inside of you, pausing for a little longer than Eddie to revel in the feeling of you, not having had the chance yet today. He cheekily massages that most sensitive spot inside you, and his eyes search yours as you let out a stuttering hum at his ministrations.

By the time Steve's satisfied he's gathered enough of your juices, Eddie has his cock in his other hand, stroking himself almost absentmindedly and smearing shining precum over his flushed head. Steve’s gaze flicks once over him and he immediately follows suit, grasping his long member and squeezing at the base, a blurt of pearly fluid leaving the tip. They maintain eye contact as they both open up, dropping their jaws and waiting to taste you on their tongues. Eddie lets Steve's digits slide easily into his mouth, pushing forwards slightly and taking them almost to his throat. He closes his eyes and hums, and you see his cheeks working, licking and sucking all around them. Steve sticks out his tongue, guiding Eddie's fingers in before he wraps his lips around Eddie's knuckles. His cheeks hollow as he sucks, and both boys moan in unison. You're barely keeping it together, the added visual of them touching themselves making you wriggle on the comforter, the slick, damp skin of your thighs sliding together.

Satisfied they've licked as much of you off of each other as they can, they eventually pull their digits from each other's mouths and smile, eyes locking once more. You're panting so hard you almost can't speak, but the words spill out before you can stop them, the boys turning to look at you.

“Have you ever, y’know, done… other stuff with each other? Like, touched each other?”

Steve answers,

“Not… exactly. Not like this.”

The next words out of your mouth are possibly the bravest you've ever uttered. This could change everything, ruin everything. Nevertheless, throwing caution away like they discarded your bikini earlier, you ask, trepidation lacing your tone,

“Would you…?”

Steve lifts his eyebrows in Eddie’s direction, and Eddie responds with a smirk and a small shrug of his shoulders. With a little awkwardness, they each shuffle forwards on their knees, and you make room for them by bending your legs and spreading your thighs, something that's not lost on either of them. All too soon their crotches are within inches of each other, and you can tell they’re not entirely sure what to do next. Ever the creative one, Eddie takes the lead and lifts his hand until his palm is level with his chin. Holding Steve's gaze, Eddie runs his tongue around his mouth before pursing his lips and allowing spit to land in his palm. Steve’s cheek ticks up and he follows suit, licking a wide wet stripe over his hand, before they both lower them.

Eddie’s the first to make contact, letting his spit dribble over the crown of Steve’s long length before smearing it over his entire length. Steve grunts and his head falls forwards slightly. Gazing at the space between them, he moves his hand to Eddie’s swollen member, placing his fingers around his substantial girth and holding gently. Breaths quick and stuttering, they start to move, tentatively at first. But as soon as they realise how good it all feels they find a rhythm and gain in both confidence and momentum, seemingly enjoying both holding and being held more than they’d anticipated.

“Jesus, Steve. Your hand is so warm.”

“Fuck, Eddie. You’re so… thick. I can hardly reach around you.”

“Shit, you feel really good.”

“Fuck, Eddie. Your rings, I can— They— Oh christ, do that little twist thing again. Oh shit!”

It's hot as all hell. Clenching around nothing quickly gets boring, and you slip your hands down your body and between your thighs, easily finding your clit with one and smoothly slipping two fingers inside yourself with the other. You groan as the cacophony of stimulation invades your senses. It's not long before they notice, turning their heads and leaning against each other's temples.

“Oh fuck, Ed, are you seeing this? That’s so freakin’ hot.”

“Oh, fucking hell, holy shit, holy shit.”

Almost in unison, they turn their heads to face each other again, eyes locking and searching, chests heaving. Unbidden, they both lurch forwards and crash their lips together, and almost immediately delve their tongues into each other’s mouths, dancing wildly and spreading their saliva combined with your essence until their lips are wet and glistening.

Eddie’s the first to moan, and Steve's the first to move, huffing as he shuffles forwards until their knuckles brush. Eddie moves them further together until their chests are touching, their cocks and hands trapped between them, still moving. Steve's free hand comes up to squeeze at the top of Eddie’s flexing bicep, and Eddie’s plunges into Steve’s hair, clutching at the luxuriant strands at the back of his head, tilting his face and deepening their kiss.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed in real life, and you let out a stilted sigh as you continue to touch yourself. Lewd, wet sounds, moans and whimpers fill the air as the three of you work yourselves up into an erotic frenzy.

Eddie's still kissing the corner of Steve's mouth as Steve turns to you again, mumbling,

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really enjoying this. But I swear if I don’t get something inside of her within the next few minutes I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Eddie straightens up, a salacious smile on his lips and seemingly pleased with the prospect of witnessing this as he murmurs,

“Oh, please do, man, please do.”

They let go of each other and Steve gives Eddie another peck before he manoeuvres himself to face you. Eddie returns to languidly stroking his own member as Steve questions,

“Where do you want me, Duchess?”

You smile and lightly pat your chest as you reply,

“Get up here.”

Following your directions, Steve comes to straddle you, his meaty thighs bracketing your ribs and his knees slotting into the spaces under your arms.

As he's shifting, you check in with Eddie, asking in a breath full of anticipation,

“Eddie, where do you wanna be?”

He surprises you, but in a good way, as he replies, swallowing with an audible click of his throat,

“I wanna watch. Can– can I watch?”

Your eyes widen, and you reply with a delighted little nod.

Steve's turgid member sways above you, and you have to admit that, even though you've had him in your mouth before, you’re a little intimidated. You run your palms over his golden flesh, the hair on his thighs soft beneath your touch. The jut of his hips and the planes and dips of his abdomen feel like warm, sculpted stone, and you let your fingers disappear into the forest of hair over his chest, revelling in its silkiness, your fingertips skimming his erect nipples.

He’s sighing as you touch him, gazing down at you with barely concealed hunger. Gaze unabashedly roving his body, taking in every shadow and position of his moles, you tell him,

“You’re an impressive specimen, d’you know that?”

His cheeks pinken ever so slightly, and he huffs out a breath that you think might be half self-consciousness, half lust.

You squeeze his nipples gently, earning you a twitch of his cock, before you lower your hands and grab a small, embroidered throw pillow from beside you. Offering silent apologies to Mrs Harrington, you place it behind your head to raise you up a little. You give Steve one more soft smile, as you maintain eye contact with him and open your mouth, lolling out your tongue and dropping your jaw as far as you can.

He grips his member at its base, angling his weeping head towards your mouth as Eddie positions himself on his knees to the side of you both, gaze fixed on where your mouth and Steve's cock are about to conjoin. Steve taps your tongue twice before he slowly slides his swollen tip over your waiting tongue. You feel the warmth and silky smoothness of his head and the ridges of the underside as it sits, heavy and warm, in your mouth. Steve moves a hand to the headboard above you, stabilising himself as his hips move forward and he pushes his cock further inside you. You close your lips around it and feel it nudge the roof of your mouth, and hum as you feel him fill you and taste his salty precum. He makes a garbled noise before he blurts out,

“I’ll never get over how perfect this mouth is, jeezus.”

With both hands now grasping the headboard, Steve looms over you, but you find it’s not intimidating or domineering, and you’re enjoying his proximity and the feeling of being caged by his impressive physicality. He’s clearly powerful enough to take whatever he wants, but his gentle nature is something you genuinely appreciate. With a stuttered groan he mumbles,

“C– can I move?”

You nod slowly, feeling your saliva and his precum pooling in your mouth, not wanting to break contact to verbally confirm lest you lose any of the precious fluid. Tentatively, he starts to move his hips back and forth, not too far, just a couple of inches at first, never breaking your gaze. It's intense, but so good, and you hum loudly around him. The added vibrations clearly add to his pleasure, as Steve groans too, and you feel his hips tremble slightly as he resists thrusting further into you.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Eddie watching you with rapt attention. He's kneeling on the mattress with his jaw open, a fist around his cock and the other toying lightly with his balls. He's clearly enjoying himself, and you hear him sighing out hot breaths that fan deliciously over you and Steve, and listen to the slick movements of his hand intermingled with soft whimpers and grunts.

You bring one hand to wrap around the amount of Steve's ample length that you can’t take, not only to offer him increased stimulation, but for your own safety. Whilst you honestly wouldn’t mind gagging on either Steve or Eddie, you’d like to be the one in control of it. By the way Steve’s hips are stuttering, you can’t take the risk that he’ll accidentally thrust a little too deep, and in this position you can’t move away. Just the thought that you might make him lose control like that makes your thighs clench, and your hips wiggle a little as your knees rub together. On seeing you writhe like this Eddie would usually be instantly moving, wanting to give you what you need, but today he’s frozen in place, enjoying the show you're giving him. His eyes flick between Steve's cock in your mouth, your face, Steve's face and your wiggling hips and sodden core, seemingly unable to decide what to focus on the most.

Steve thrusts a little more, you suck a little more, and the noises all three of you are letting out are acoustic poetry in the unassuming surroundings. Eventually it's all too much – you want to give Steve what he needs, but at the same time you need so much more too. Through spluttering breaths you tap your fingertips gently on Steve's hip, and he instantly stills. Slipping out of your mouth, drool and precum dribbles down your chin as you take your first full breath in a while.

“You okay there, Duchess? What do you need?”

Still breathing heavily, but chuckling, you reply,

“Air. Just a little air. And… I need someone or something to fill me up.”

Steve doesn't need asking twice, and as he clambers down the bed he uses his knees to nudge your thighs apart, situating his hips over yours. His biceps flex as he balances on his palms and supports himself over you, bracketing you with his strong arms. The eye contact is intense, but his face is soft and there's a small smile on his face as he manoeuvres himself so his swollen tip nudges at your entrance. It doesn't take much work for him to angle his pelvis, slip his tip through your soaking folds and slowly slide inside of you with a groan.

His hair flops over his forehead as he starts to roll his hips and searches for the perfect pace. It's measured and gentle, the slowest either of them have ever fucked you, but it's incredibly effective, and you quickly feel another peak building in your core.

To your side, Eddie moans beside the pair of you. You chance a glance at him, not wanting to break eye contact with Steve for too long, and watch as his eyes rove over your conjoined forms, his large hand still stroking his own member, his pace increasing. His jaw is slack and he's practically drooling, and you consider how you're already just so comfortable with each other that this doesn't seem even the slightest bit odd.

Steve finds his perfect rhythm, sliding in and out with practiced ease, punching little gasps and moans out of you with every stroke. He's still maintaining eye contact with you, and there's an incredulous half smile on his face as if he still can't quite believe he gets to do this, looking across at Eddie occasionally with the same fond expression. One of your hands slides up Steve's forearm and grips him there just below his elbow. You can feel muscles and tendons working beneath his skin, and the heat in your core spreads as you imagine the latent strength in his body.

Your other hand flops out to one side, half gripping at the sheets and half searching for Eddie. His hand finds yours immediately, squeezing and massaging your palm and fingers, his hot breath mingling and merging with yours and Steve's in the close, intimate space. He starts to talk you both through it, in what you imagine might be something similar to his gamesmaster voice, low and rumbling, and hitting you somewhere deep in your chest.

“You gonna make her cum, Stevie? I know you can. I want you to. I wanna see it, I wanna watch you do it. I know you want it too, don't you, Duchess? You want Stevie to reach so far inside you it makes you fall apart?”

You can't quite believe what his words are doing to you both. Steve begins to work harder, thrust faster, and the whiny, desperate noises emanating from your throat and chest surprise even you. Your hips roll under Steve's, intensifying everything, and Eddie just keeps going, Steve choking slightly as he adds,

“You gonna make her scream, big boy?”

Steve’s strokes keep a steady pace, but the intent and intensity behind each one builds, every pump and slide heating you more and more and building you both to an exquisite crescendo. You angle your hips just right to allow Steve's wiry hair to brush against your clit, his pelvis pressing against yours perfectly. One more deep thrust, and the slow burn in your core ignites to a flame, firing sparks all the way from your throbbing centre up your spine and out to your extremities, spilling a long, low shriek from deep within you as you tremble on the mattress and your insides clench rhythmically around him.

Steve mutters some syllables, they sound like i’s, l’s and o’s but you can't quite make it out. He doesn't manage to finish any sentence as he instantly follows you, grunting low as his hips stutter and he pumps his hot release as deep inside your cunt as he's ever been. You maintained eye contact throughout both your orgasms, and it's the most intense and intimate sexual encounter you've ever had. You think Steve's feeling it too, his gaze glassy and breath stuttering as he swallows hard and breathes deep.

You both chuckle and smile at each other, eventually breaking your gaze to look over at Eddie. He looks as delirious as you and practically has hearts in his eyes, clearly happy for you both. Moments later, Steve’s arms finally give out and he flops down, boneless, his body blanketing yours as he breaths heavily into the crook of your neck. After a few deep breaths, he groans with pleasure one last time, kisses you, and then rolls off you to lie on the bed. He strokes down the valley between your breasts, dragging his fingers through your mingled sweat as he mumbles, snorting a little at his own fucked out ineloquence,

“You’re ‘mazing.”

You chuckle, still panting, and take a few long, steadying breaths of your own until you feel recovered enough to ask,

“Eddie? Baby? What do you want?”

He grins widely at you, dimples popping, before asking slightly bashfully,

“How are your legs? D’you think you could come over here and ride me?”

You very deliberately run your gaze all over his form, his heaving chest, his taut abdomen, his fat cock still gripped in his fist, his solid thighs spread apart supporting him, his heavy balls resting on the sheets. How could you possibly refuse?

You ask him to grab some pillows and arrange them against the headboard behind him so he can be half-reclined. He does so excitedly, grinning and letting out a little chuckle of excitement like he's about to experience his first erotic Christmas and you're his present. This position is one of your favourites, and you can't wait to get on top of him.

Eddie offers you his hand to brace yourself, and you move clumsily on wobbly legs as you swing a leg over his thighs and position yourself above him. Thumbing the base of his cock to angle it towards you, Eddie watches agog as a mixture of your juices and Steve spend trickles down the inside of your thigh and onto his own, and you hear a little whine leave his throat as your soaking wet folds skim his tip. Thoroughly prepped and facing no resistance whatsoever, you slide all the way down the length of him in one smooth glide. It's still a stretch, but you quickly accommodate the delicious girth of him and settle in his lap with a moan. His hands immediately move around to grab the flesh of your ass, pulling you further onto him, and he groans along with you, his hips rolling slightly to seat him even deeper within you. He looks down at the point where you join, and groans as creamy release dribbles out around his base.

Rocking your hips ever so slightly, you feel him nudging perfectly within you and the jut of his pelvis pressing deliciously against your clit, and with very little effort you move against him precisely how you need. In a brief moment of complete indulgence, you lean back and balance your hands against his thighs, dropping your head back, displaying your tits and rolling your hips, and relishing the feeling of wanton abandon. You hear Steve moan beside you in appreciation, and as one of Eddie's hands comes out to skim one of your perfectly presented breasts he lets out an incredulous,

”Hoooooooly shiiiittt…”

You've not considered you'd want to, but you've never felt more like a porn star than you do at this moment, and you revel in it. Your tired muscles don't allow you to stay like this for long though, and you right yourself and grip onto Eddie's powerful shoulders and neck, your fingers toying with his messy curls. He whimpers slightly at the delicate contact, and you feel his hips begin to tilt beneath you, sliding him in and out of you. He's at the perfect angle, slipping messily but precisely, and the pressure and friction at your clit feels like something sent from the gods themselves.

Steve isn't able to get much more involved, still too spent from your recent activities, but he clearly still wants to be in contact with both of you, and you whimper as his hand trails softly down your back and over where Eddie's palms are pulling at your ass and hips. He slides lower and lower, eventually reaching the point where you and Eddie join. He slips further, his fingers spreading and slithering either side of Eddie's length, feeling his girth move and the contact of your wet lips as you rise and fall. It's unexpected but delicious, and you find yourself grinding down even harder onto Eddie, trapping Steve's fingers in the slippery mess. It's filthy and hot, and devastatingly intimate. Choked noises leave Steve's throat, and you glance over to look at his fucked out face, his swollen lips parted, still puffy and shiny from your interactions, and his jaw hanging loose.

A few moments later Steve tries something else, moving his hand down to gently stroke Eddie's balls, cupping them and rolling them gently, the mix of juices providing abundant lubrication that's also forming a creamy ring around Eddie’s cock. Eddie's breath stutters and his thighs tremble, and his breath comes out in heavy gasps as he tries to warn you both,

“Fuuuu– You c-can't– Not gonna la– Shiiiii…”

Despite your trembling legs and general exhaustion from all your activities today, at the sound of Eddie's desperation your hips gain new life, raising up until you feel the ridge of his cockhead breach your lips on each upstroke and colliding your clit into the coarse hair at his base on every downstroke, your thighs screaming but unable to stop. Eddie stutters praise and obscenities any time he can catch his breath enough to form words,

“Holy shit. Fucking hell, Duchess, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Mphh, you're a fucking goddess.”

Eventually, he loses the power of speech and, unable to hold back any longer, his hands fiercely grip your hips, yanking you down onto him as he thrusts up with as much force as he can muster in this position. You actually appreciate the help, as your legs finally give way and you grind your hips into his as much as you can whilst letting him do most of the work. Apart from the brief moment where you looked at Steve, you haven't broken eye contact, and with the intensity with which he's looking at you, you feel an undeniable, deep connection with him too. His mussed-up hair fans over the pile of pillows, his gorgeous lips are quirked up in an incredulous half smile, and his eyes are blown black and wide.

Sparks ignite at the apex of your thighs and the ferocity with which Eddie's pulling you down onto him and pummelling your insides tips you over into another flaming peak, your whole body trembling and your breath stuck in your throat as you silently scream. Eddie's immediately behind you, and you feel his thick length twitch hard within you as he fills you with his plentiful spend, the intensity of his stare and the fierce grip on your hips feeling like he's trying to meld you together. You're finding you wouldn't mind if he did.

It's your turn to collapse now, breathing heavily into the pillow beside Eddie’s head and ending up with him smooshed into the crook of your shoulder. He sloppily places wet kisses against your flesh while his warm hands run a soothing path up and down your back. He's mumbling and groaning, and with all the kisses you can barely make out anything coherent, but you think you may hear something like ‘re amazing, fucking hell, and –ieve we get to do this.

You spend a few moments chest to chest, holding each other and catching your breaths. It's a while before you and Eddie are anything near cogent again, and by then Steve’s already been to the bathroom, cleaned up and has grabbed warm washcloths for you both. They are welcome, and as it turns out very needed, because as you peel apart and Eddie helps you to climb off of him you soak his lap with a sticky mix of everyone's release.

After you've all cleaned up, and Eddie argues that Steve should be the one to go downstairs to get you all drinks because he's had longer to rest, you all flop together on the mattress, you in the middle. Eddie curls your back into his front and holds your shoulders to his chest, kissing your head, and Steve slings an arm over your waist and one powerful thigh over you both. Unbidden, they've each retrieved part of the comforter that got disrupted by your activities and have pulled it halfway up over the three of you, nestling you all into a delightful cocoon of safety and intimacy. As you register the frequency of Eddie’s kisses slowing and the puffs of Steve's warm breath against your neck becoming rhythmic, you realise that this is the first time you're all spending the night together. Nobody planned it, none of you asked, but it feels somehow both momentous and completely unexceptional, as if it's somehow a milestone, but also a natural progression in your… partnership, situationship, relationship, whatever you're calling it.

The next morning, you're awoken by the sound of gently running water and the aroma of fresh coffee. Eddie's sitting up in bed close to you, wearing nothing but a pair of Steve's sweats, one hand gently stroking your shoulders and the other clasping a steaming mug from which he's sipping. Seeing you stir, he places his mug on the nightstand and retrieves another, leaning over to kiss your temple as he offers it to you. It smells familiar and delicious, and you realise he's made your favourite blend with your favourite creamer.

You shuffle upright, gratefully sipping the invigorating concoction and running your hand over his solid, fabric-covered thigh, watching his abs contract and relax with every movement as he leans to get his own mug, and the way those somehow-artfully disheveled locks spill around his neck and shoulders. You ponder how it could be possible for someone to look so good first thing in the morning. Glancing over to the other side of the bed, you notice that Steve's nowhere to be seen, and Eddie spots you looking.

“Oh, don't worry, he's just preparing another kind of pool party for us, sweetheart.”

You frown, but it's more out of intrigue than anything disconcerting. After finishing your mugs, Eddie leads you on slightly weak legs to the main bathroom, and he stands behind you with his arms slung gently around your waist and his chin on your shoulder as you gasp and take in the steam-filled space in all its splendour.

To one side there's a pair of clotted cream-coloured, shell-shaped sinks, and the soft lighting from the illuminated twin mirrors adds a glamourous edge. A built-in shower enclosure is set into the wall opposite you, its frosted door engraved with an elaborate swirling pattern and edged with a gleaming brass frame. But the most striking element is definitely the bath that Steve's just finished filling. It too has a scalloped edge and is the same rich, creamy tone as the sinks, and the shining fixtures match the brass of the shower. But the most impressive aspect is its size. You've seen corner baths in interior magazines, but never knew anyone who actually had one, and it's just as opulent and dramatic as you'd imagined. The side is covered in the same deep pile dusky pink carpet as the rest of the room, and the tiles around it are adorned with a pretty and tasteful floral design that you think Mrs Harrington must have spent some time choosing a decade or so ago. The thick layer of bubbles floating within mean you can't see how deep it is, but it looks luxurious and indulgent, and that feel is only added to by the scent of roses coming from the water, clearly from the bottle of pink liquid that's balanced atop a shelf at the edge.

Steve must see your wonder at the arrangement, and as he stands by the taps, clad only in a small towel that does everything for his muscular chest and thighs and absolutely nothing to conceal the hog between his legs, he flourishes his wrist and flicks a switch nearby. A quiet motor hums into action, and the water inside the tub comes to life, swirling and jostling the bubbles and making you giggle with childlike glee. A whirlpool bath? In Hawkins? Could things get any better?

As it turns out, yes they could…

Eddie moves away from you momentarily, and there's the soft sound of fabric slumping to the floor before you feel his bare hips and soft cock brush against your ass. At the same time Steve discards the small towel, and your bathroom Adonises each take a hand and lead you up the steps and into the tub. As you glance at their naked forms either side of you, you imagine yourself as an ancient queen being pampered by her loyal servants, and as you all sink into the fragranced foam, the warm water caressing your skin and the opulent tub accommodating you with room to spare, you think: yeah, this is definitely better…

Of course, your bath takes longer than it really should. After all, it would be rude to waste all that effort, so you get washed by hand from head to toe over and over, and both Eddie and Steve feel your gratitude in the form of sloppy, giggly, soapy handjobs. Once back in the bedroom they return the favour, making you cum with their mouths and fingers twice over as you're spread out on the bed on the fluffiest towel you've ever felt. It's hands down the best morning you've had in years, possibly ever.

Eventually hunger gets the best of you and you venture downstairs seeking breakfast. Eddie's back in his sweats and nothing else, Steve's in jersey gym shorts and soft-looking sports socks, and you wrapped cosily in his loaned blue and white striped towelling robe.

As the boys rummage in the fridge and cupboards you wander around nosing at all the things you didn't get the chance to look at yesterday. There's collections of tasteful, coordinated mugs sitting at the backs of cupboards, with odd and chipped branded and novelty ones in front of them that are obviously used more often. Likewise, ageing boxes of Raisin Bran and Shredded Wheat are nestled behind Lucky Charms and Cheerios, and long life skimmed milk resides behind chocolate Nesquik and Hershey’s syrup. You ponder with a little sadness how much time Steve must have spent here without his parents around.

Reaching the final work surface, you come across your bikini bottoms draped over the top of a blender. You squeak with embarrassment and go to reach for them, but Eddie spots you and gets there first, dramatically shoving them first into his face and then into the pocket of his sweatpants. You cup your heating cheeks with your hands but he pulls them away, pecking cute, aggressive kisses all over your face and making you squeal as he mumbles with a grin and a wink,

“Just something to remember you by, until we see you again.”

You share a leisurely breakfast at the kitchen island, Eddie pulling his stool close to one side of you and resting a hand on your thigh while Steve knocks your knees together as he sits around the corner. It's silly and messy, and you feed each other syrupy pieces of waffle and flakey croissant and lick each other's fingers clean. It's divine and indulgent, and so much fun.

Having eaten your fill and helped to clean up, you explain ruefully that you really have to go because you have errands to run, and ponder out loud how you can’t really go home in the flimsy dress you wore yesterday. It’s too lightweight and obviously designed for the pool, and you mumble about how you'd rather not venture to Melvald's whilst doing whatever the beach dress version is of the walk of shame.

Steve's immediately offering to lend you something to wear. Back upstairs, you put your bikini top on as a reasonable bra substitute as you watch Steve rummage in one of the closets across the hallway, moving camping gear and Christmas decorations until he finds a brightly coloured bag with a sunshine design on it. He retrieves some fabric from the bag and then runs to his room, returning with what turns out to be a pretty sarong and a pair of his jersey boxers. You find the latter surprisingly comfortable, and tie the sarong around your waist. With Eddie's permission, you borrow an oversized torn up shirt with a faded band print from his stash and drape it low over one shoulder, the coloured ties of your swimwear peeping out. Looking around, you eye Eddie's studded belt in jeans you find on the floor, and he eyes you curiously, one corner of his mouth ticked up as you sling it around your hips and puff out the top of the shirt to make the whole ensemble look vaguely deliberate. It works, giving you a relaxed ‘boho rock chick’ vibe, and certainly doesn't give any allusions to what you might have got up to last night.

Eddie's been sitting on the corner of the bed watching you this whole time, and once you're done he lets out a low hum of approval, adding a quiet holy shit as his eyes rove you up and down. He swallows audibly as his gaze rests on his belt draped around your hips, and his exclamations cause Steve to turn from where he's been getting dressed, his eyes going wide as he takes you in. To see you wearing that sarong, and Eddie's shirt, so well is a treat he wasn't expecting.

Eddie stands and move towards you, stopping altogether too close and running his hands over your hips and waist, moving to pluck at the collar of his tattered shirt and make some remark about how although you look better in this than he ever has, he'd still rather see it in a pile on the floor. You scoff at his terrible lines, but it's cut off with a light gasp as Steve comes to your back, running his strong arms around your ribs and nuzzling behind your ear, nibbling playfully at the side of your neck as he mutters sadly,

“Do you really have to go? Like, really, really?”

“Yes, I really do! Especially if I'm gonna get everything done before Danny gets dropped off at home.”

Steve buries his face further into your neck, huffing a grumbling but resigned hum as he concedes,

“Hmm, I suppose that's true. We get to see you again soon though, right?”

You're about to reply in the affirmative when Eddie's fingers catch your chin and he tilts your head for a sweet and lingering kiss. Just before he steps away, he presses his hips into yours and you feel the evidence of his arousal before he concedes, hands now up beside his head,

“I know, I know. There's no time for shenanigans. I just need you to know how fucking hot you look in our clothes, Duchess.”

He steps back with a smirk, and you must admit the pair of them are making the entire notion of leaving an extremely difficult concept.

After you've gathered your stuff, the three of you say soppy goodbyes in Steve’s hallway, with too many kisses and abundant promises to see each other soon. It's sweet and silly, and makes you feel desired and wanted, not for the first time in their presence. And as you complete your tasks in town, returning home in enough time to get changed before Danny arrives and starts asking awkward questions about your outfit, the faint scent of rose follows you, reminding you of yet another special time you've had with your two unusual companions.

You've been riding a high since the weekend, feeling invincible. Work’s been hard but satisfying, and with Danny's help you're on top of the household chores. You're looking forward to surprising him with a treat using some of the extra cash you've managed to save up, and nobody needs to know that you've already treated yourself to a rose-scented candle for absolutely no reason at all.

But come Wednesday night, you’re folded double on your living room sofa, clutching a folded piece of paper and utterly distraught. You'd heard rumours that that your part of Hawkins was predicted to be gentrified within the next few years, and your shitty landlord, Carver Properties Inc., have apparently decided to get ahead of the curve and are hiking up the rent, obviously trying to force people out so they can upgrade the empty properties to increase their market value. You can’t cover the increase on your meagre Melvald’s salary, and you already know that everywhere else you can afford is outside of the Hawkins High catchment area. Disrupting Danny all over again with yet another school change is something you can’t bear to think about.

As you reach for another tissue from the box on the coffee table, you hear the front door open and your hallway is filled with scuffling feet and chatter.

“…–tin rolls a fuckin’ 20, the lucky toad, and blows my fortress to smithereens!”

“Dude, you know I barely understand what you’re talking about, right? I’m just glad you all have a good time with… whateverthisis. Hey, Duchess? Are you okay?”

Distracted by your predicament, you've forgotten that Eddie and Steve were coming over for a pizza and movie night with you and Danny, spotting Steve clutching the ample supplies in his capable arms as Eddie shoves his van keys into his jacket before shucking it off. You fuss at yourself, sniffing and wiping your face and generally trying to look less of a dishevelled mess.

Steve rushes to deposit the boxes and bottles in the kitchen as Eddie dashes over to you, gently lowering himself onto the sofa as though he doesn’t want to spook you. He strokes your back gently and takes one of your hands in his. His pretty brow is furrowed and he seems genuinely concerned.

“What's happened? Is everything alright?”

Initially you try to play it down, but that only lasts a moment before all your words come out in a tumble,

“It’s– It's nothing, it’s… Shit. It’s everything… My shitty landlord’s putting the rent up to force people out, and I can’t afford it on my shitty salary, and the only places I can find are shitty apartments in shitty areas, and Danny would have to change shitting school, and I just can’t bear to put him through all that shit again, and…”

Thinking of the possible impact on Danny, you break down all over again, leaning heavily into Eddie’s chest and not caring that you're losing your goddamn mind all over the front of his shirt.

His strong arms are immediately around you, and his lips kiss the top of your head as Steve comes to sit on your other side, stroking your back with a strong hand, his other petting your hair as Eddie appraises him of the situation. You don’t see it, but the boys exchange worried looks as you snuffle snottily into Eddie's sternum. Steve shifts closer towards you, the heat of his chest against your back and his hand stroking your hair a very welcome comfort. But you’re more than a little embarrassed, thinking breaking down like this must be doing very little to maintain what little hold you have on these two beautiful men.

Eventually, you sit up a little and your tears slow. Eddie leaves to get you a drink of water, and Steve takes away your wet tissues and passes you fresh ones. As your sobs subside, you find yourself stunned at the level of emotional maturity these two boys are displaying. It’s beyond what you’d expect of their years, and is certainly more than you’ve received from most of the men in your life, including the mature ones. But some part of you realises it’s what you deserve; it’s what everybody deserves.

Eddie pulls you into his side and encourages you to take a sip of your drink, while Steve leans his elbows on his knees and seems deep in thought. You’re concerned that this was a step too far and he’s going to suggest he and Eddie leave, 'bawling woman' not exactly high on anyone's list of partner must-haves. He shifts on the sofa and turns to you, clasping both of your hands in his, a serious look on his face which does nothing to quell your anxiety. He looks deeply into your eyes as he begins to speak,

“I’ve got something I want to suggest. And I don’t want you to say anything until after I’ve finished, okay?”

He’s the one who looks concerned now, and you wonder what on earth he could be about to say.

“Duchess, I know we haven’t known each other… intimately for very long, but me and Eddie have been talking. And, whatever happens, we'd both very much like to carry this on. Whatever it is.”

You look between them, and Eddie reassures you with a soft smile and the softest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. Steve takes a deep breath and continues,

“Okay, here goes. My folks have just told me that they’re planning to stay in Europe. Like, long term. So, as well as increased responsibility for my dad’s local businesses, which will mean more income, the house is now essentially mine. It's too big for me on my own, but there's easily enough space for the three of us. Four actually, if... Eddie’s up for it too?”

He glances at his friend, whose eyebrows initially shoot up into his bangs in surprise but quickly soften, as does his mouth as his pink lips quirk into a soft and enthusiastic smile.

“I know it’s fast, and it might seem weird, and I guess people are gonna talk. But if you want, we could frame it as you and Danny staying with me for the time being until you can find another place. And anyway, fuck what any of those assholes think. So, I guess what I'm asking is, will you move in with us?”

Your head swivels as you look between the boys again, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but you find none. Eddie’s next to speak, swiftly assimilating the entire arrangement and agreeing with Steve’s proposal.

“Well, I think it’s an excellent idea! I practically live there anyway, and I know Wayne will appreciate the peace and quiet. Plus, you’ll always have babysitters on hand, not that Danny really needs it. Maybe chauffeurs would be a more accurate term? Either way that's something not to be sniffed at. So, Duchess, what do you say?”

His doe eyes are searching yours, and you wonder whether you’d ever be able to refuse anything this beautiful creature suggests. Your face screws up and you start crying again, much to the consternation of both boys. But you’re quick to explain, at least you try to, in between wet, blubbery sobs,

“This… This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. And Danny too. I mean, are you sure? Really? I– I don’t know what to say.”

Eddie pipes up, now sitting up straight and bouncing his butt on the sofa in his excitement,

“Say yes, Duchess!”

Steve adds, more softly,

“Yeah, please say yes?”

Something in your chest swells and their excitement is contagious, and you're about to agree when something occurs to you.

“Are you sure this won’t cramp your style or anything? I mean, you’re young guys, with the world at your feet. Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?”

They each grab one of your hands, and the looks they give you are the most sincere you've ever seen them. Steve assures you,

“Duchess, this is so much more to us than fucking, or a quick fling. There isn’t anybody else. For either of us.”

Eddie squeezes your hand in both of his as he adds,

“It’s more than just physical, too. We’ve always liked you as a person. In fact, that’s what drew us to you in the first place. We love how friendly and generous you are, how you treat other people, your sense of humour, your frankly stunning potato salad...”

You giggle and feel your face get hot at Eddie’s praises, and to stop him talking you blurt out,

“Okay, yes. Jeez. Anything if it’ll keep you guys quiet…”

You add a mock eyeroll for emphasis. You all chuckle, and the boys wrap you in a tight, three-person embrace. You feel yourself relax as the bone crushing hug fills you with the obvious affection the two of them hold for you. After a few moments you break their hold to express something else,

“Just one thing though? Don’t say anything to Danny just yet. I’ll need to explain this whole… situation to him, uh, carefully.”

The boys readily agree. Eddie lifts a warm palm to your cheek and plants a smacking kiss on your lips. Steve turns your head and is about to do the same when you hear another noise at the front door. There’s a crash of a backpack and the shuffle of shoes as Danny calls,

“Hey mom, I’m home!”

You straighten yourself one more time before taking a deep breath and rising, and, with a voice steadier than you were expecting, you reply,

“Hey there, honey. Did you have a good day? Eddie and Steve are already here. I’m gonna go get the pizzas from the kitchen.”

As you move to get the food and drink you hear Danny landing on the sofa with the two men and the rough and tumble of mock fighting and what you think might be fake lightsabers. As you return with the food, you gaze at the sight that greets you. Your two young lovers and your son, sprawled out together on the old couch, seemingly as relaxed as can be. They’re right, it does seem weird, but, importantly, it doesn’t seem wrong. In fact, you feel the most right you’ve felt in years. You’re not sure how you’re going to broach this with Danny, but you’re sure he’ll be okay with it. At least, you hope he will be…

A few weeks ago, you wouldn’t have put your needs anywhere near the top of the scale of importance, and certainly wouldn’t have considered such an unusual proposal. But now, after your reawakening at their hands, you have the courage and self respect to choose things that are not only good for your son, but for you as well.

A couple of days later you summon the courage to explain Steve's offer to Danny. He doesn't take it well.

“We’re… we’re gonna live at Steve’s? With Steve? And Eddie?”

Danny’s incredulous shrieks fill your small home.

“Yes. Just for a while. Until we can find somewhere else. I told you about the whole catchment area thing, and I—”

“But why there?!”

Danny’s voice is shrill and piercing. It makes you wince. You try to reply with as much confidence as you can.

”Because Steve offered, and I accepted. And with house prices being this high, I don’t know wh—”

“Are they your boyfriends?”

His question catches you completely off guard.

“Wh– what?”

“Is Steve your boyfriend? Or is Eddie?”

“Danny, I—”

“That’s the only reason I can think of why they’d spend so much time around here. Around you. Frankly, it’s weird. Super weird. You know what? I don't even care. Ugh, gross!”

Danny tosses his hands in the air and stamps up the stairs to his room, slamming the door. You know he doesn’t mean any of this, and you can imagine his distress as he struggles with the prospect of yet another big change in his life. You empathise, of course you do, it's why you were so distressed by the whole thing, after all.

However, you also begin to seriously wonder whether this amount of weirdness is a step too far. Maybe you should take one of those shitty apartments in a shitty area, and stick to it just being you and Danny. Put this nonsense about you and Steve and Eddie ever amounting to anything out of your mind… But Steve’s offer makes so much practical sense. And you can't deny that pull of Eddie and Steve is just too strong. You can’t imagine your life without them anymore, and, more to the point, you don’t want to.

Things have been tense for a few days. You concede that you probably deserve it. But on the evening of the third day, Danny comes to you in the kitchen.

“Mom? Can I– Can I talk to you please?”

You reassure him that he always can, about anything, and you quickly grab two drinks and a pack of cookies and encourage him to join you on your sofa. Before you even get the chance to ask him what’s on his mind, Danny starts speaking.

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“What for, honey?”

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole when you told me about the whole moving in with Steve thing.”

You ignore the mild profanity and choose instead to focus on how your son is bravely opening up to you.

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t discuss it with you first. What you think matters to me, you know?”

“It’s okay, mom. I understand why we need to, and honestly? I think it’s gonna be pretty cool. I mean, Steve’s pool and Eddie’s games available twenty-four seven? How amazing is that..?”

Your chest swells at his assent, but you also internally wince as you imagine being woken up at three in the morning by loud splashing, or dice rolling.

“Well, I don’t think it’s going to quite be twenty-four seven. But yes, it’ll certainly be nice for you to have your friends around.”

“And, I don't even care if they are your boyfriends. I talked with Dustin and Will, and they told me about Dustin’s new step-mom, and Jane and Mrs Byers and Chief Hopper, and how none of their families are exactly conventional. And how that was totally okay, and that it doesn’t matter so long as everyone is happy and loves each other. So that’s what’s most important, mom. That there’s love around.”

Your heart fills with warmth and your eyes fill with tears as your insightful son wraps his arms around your middle, and you reciprocate with a groan-inducing hug.

Danny eventually struggles free, and stuffing a cookie in his mouth asks, with a crinkle of disgust on his face,

“But, like, I don’t have to call them my dads or anything, do I…?”

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