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EVENT 13: CONFLICT
November 1 â November 30 2024
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Rated E ⢠wc 1800 ⢠preseries-S1, getting together, sneaking around, fuck buddies, top Eddie :)
Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember: sneaking around + @steddiesongfics: I Like The Way You Kiss Me - Artemas
Eddie yelped as he was yanked by his collar and pulled into an empty classroom. He almost ducked and swung on instinct but then his mouth was overtaken by insistent soft lips. The now familiar scent of hairspray and expensive cologne assaulted him and he relaxed further.
I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me
Eddie smiled into the kiss and quickly swapped their positions, groaning softly when the other immediately yielded to him, allowing him to press them against the wall and take over.
Breaking apart with a gasp a few minutes later, he couldnât believe his luck that Steve Harrington was looking at him this way.
âMmm, missed you, Eds,â he breathed as Eddie dragged his teeth over the hinge of his jaw.
âI know, Stevie boy. I wanted to jump you the second I saw you this morning.â He sunk both hands into the perfectly styled hair. He loved dirtying up the pretty boy, sue him.
Steve whined but didnât stop him, allowing him to ruffle his shockingly soft hair.
âCan you come over tonight?â
Eddie froze, trying to meet Steveâs eyes but he avoided him, biting into his lip. Eddie couldnât get any words out, so Steve continued.
âI-itâs, you know, my parents are going out of town again. Usually Iâd throw a party, but then I realized the only person I really wanted to see was you.â
Eddieâs eyebrows shot up and he clenched his jaw to keep it from actually dropping. Play it cool, Munson.
âOh, I guess I could swing by,â he managed, sounding a lot less affected than he was, thankfully.
âCool,â Steve replied, trying to shrug casually. âAwesome,â he nodded and then seemed to realize they were still pressed against each other, his hands sliding confidently between them.
This thing had actually started at a party at the Harrington house. Eddie had been bored, suggesting to Jeff that they crash and see how much free alcohol they could pilfer from the rich kids before they were kicked out.
But Steve had shocked them. He just smirked as they filled their cups from the keg in the dining room, holding up his own plastic cup in a silent cheers.
Later in the night, Eddie had been even more surprised when heâd walked into one of the bathrooms to an eyeful â it hadnât been locked, in his defense â and Steve leered at him as he slowly zipped up. âSee something you like, Munson?â
Heâd tried to seem nonchalant but the way his eyes couldnât leave Steve the rest of the night must have shown his cards.
Steve pulled him under the bleachers after third period the next day.
The first time heâd sunk into his tight heat, Steve had looked up at him with his huge wet doe eyes and shuddered.
âIs it too much?â
Eddie received a short shake of his head and a gasp as he pulled back a bit.
âN-no, just- ah, youâre inside of me,â he breathed.
The unbelievable surge of want and the need to keep him safe, to bundle him against his chest and never let go hit him like a fright train.
All he could manage was a weak, âI sure am.â He let himself stare at where they were connected, pushing forward again roughly, making himself shrug off the clenching of his heart.
Not tryna be romantic, Iâll hit it from the back
Just so you donât get attached
Heâd had to step back a bit, for his own sanity. Get a little distance between them. Remind them both that this was just sex. Eddie made sure they were never in that position after that. He couldnât trust himself not to fall into those wide expressive eyes. To make mountains out of molehills, to create feelings that couldnât possibly be there.
It wasnât easy, Steve hadnât made it easy, using his biggest puppy eyes until Eddie had had to get rough, shoving him over whatever surface. Pulling his hair, covering his mouth, anything to make him forget about kissing him as he fucked into him. To keep his eyes from making promises he couldnât keep.
Their sporadic make out sessions during school became almost daily, until their senior year. Eddie shouldâve known it was too good to be true. It wasnât like they were even dating. Not even friends with benefits. Fuck buddies, really. It shouldnât have been such a punch to the gut.
Nancy Wheeler wasnât even hot, and definitely not anywhere near good enough for Steve. He chose not to dwell on the clear similarities between her and himself. Not part of the popular crowd, gangly limbs, dark curly hair. Jeff pointed out it was probably to pass a class, but Wheeler was only a sophomore. And Steve had no problems using that charm of his to get extra credit.
Then Steve showed up at the trailer for the first time, bleeding and slurring and not making any sense. But Eddie got him into the shower, butterfly bandaged his face up and got some of the story out of him after a few beers between them.
He hadnât thought Jonathan Byers had it in him.
He jolted, blinking up at Wayne who stood above him, apparently had kicked his foot to wake him. Why was he on the couch?
âThat wasnât your doing, right?â Wayne jutted his chin to his left. Eddie frowned, trying to move his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes. The arm that was wrapped around one Steve Harrington, sporting two black eyes and the cut across his eyebrow bleeding again.
He looked up, cringing at his uncle. âIt wasnât.â Then their current predicament hit him. âUhh-â
âShouldâve put ice on it, instead of just drinking all the beer,â Wayne huffed, turning to ease himself into his chair, calmly opening up the newspaper. As if that settled everything.
Eddie blinked. Frowned. Rubbed his face. âThatâs it?â
Wayne grunted. âSeems like it. Unless you need me to give you âThe Talk?ââ
They both shook their heads, and then laughed.
The jostling finally woke Steve.
âHey,â he groaned, wincing. Eddie caught his hand before he could poke at his face. âOuch.â
Steveâs eyes widened comically as they landed on Wayne. He untangled himself from Eddie and shuffled quickly to the other end of the couch.
âUhhh- I- we-â
Eddie almost wanted to see what his excuse would be, caught snuggling on the couch with the likes of him. Wayne waved him off though.
âDonât mention it, kid. But donât bleed on the couch, huh? Family heirloom.â
Steve groaned again as his face moved between surprise, confusion and settled on pain. He stumbled to the bathroom and Eddie rolled his eyes at his uncle. âFamily heirloom? We found it by the dumpsters.â
âIâm leaving it to you in my will,â he answered without looking up from his sports page.
âItâs too early for this shit, man,â Eddie grumbled and went to make coffee.
Since Wayne didnât have a problem with them hanging out â or anything else, as long as they were quiet â Steve became a pretty regular visitor to the trailer. Steve seemed to prefer the trailer to his cushy, usually empty house. And Uncle Wayne was happy to have someone to talk football with.
Eddie didnât go to his classmatesâ graduation. Actually the principal made it clear in no uncertain terms that he should not make an appearance. He was probably worried heâd pull a stunt, but it wouldâve been nice to watch his friends walk across the stage. And Steve.
But all of that was erased from his mind as he flicked the graduation gown up Steveâs back
âNo shirt, baby? Wanted to give them a show, huh?â
Steve gasped, arching his back into the finger Eddie was dragging down his spine. The rough black fabric highlighted his tanned and freckled back beautifully.
âIt was hot, ah!â
Eddieâs fingers had made their way down to his boxers, tugging none too gently at the waistband.
Does it turn you on when I turn you around?
Can we make a scene?
Can you make it loud?
He was the one groaning when he found his pretty ass already wet and open.
âWhatâs this, Stevie?â He gave him a moment to think as he roughly plunged three fingers in his loosened hole.
âI- oh my god. I didnât want to wait.â
Eddie hummed, pressing biting kisses down his back. âWhereâd you do it, huh? Spread out on your big bed thinking about my cock?â
With a shake of his head, Steve wailed. âNo,â he dragged the word out as Eddie teased his prostate. âIn the shower.â
Eddie grinned. âOhhh I see. Did you touch yourself thinking about getting fucked later? Getting yourself all open for me?â
There was a shudder around his fingers and Eddie thought momentarily that Steve had come already but instead he practically yelled, âYes!â
âIs that right? Did you come? Playing with your ass like a little horndog?â Eddie teased, rubbing continuously now against his prostate.
Steve was whining and groaning so loudly now Eddie hoped no one called the cops.
âThatâs it, get loud for me. Wanna hear you. Are you that close already?â
Steve shrieked, and Eddie chuckled. But then almost swallowed his tongue when Steve cried out, âDidnât- ah! Didnât come! I waited! Wanted you!â
Eddie couldâve come untouched at that. âFuck, baby. Youâre so fucking perfect.â
Shocking him even further, Steve got enough leverage to turn most of the way over to look back at him. âC-can, please Eds. Can I turn around? Want to be⌠Need to see you. Please?â
It was that last âpleaseâ that got him. The final crack in his resolve, every reasonable argument now quiet to his plea.
Eddie pulled away, then rearranged them in his tiny twin bed. Steve shuddered again as Eddie guided his hips.
Almost as soon as he was fully inside, Steveâs mouth was on his.
I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me
I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits
Eddie was not going to last long, and from the way Steve was mewling against his lips and meeting his thrusts he didnât think he would either. The knowledge that Steve had edged himself earlier and probably thought about him the entirety of his commencement, squirming around on his hard chair had him biting into Steveâs lip as he came hard into his body.
âEds Eds- oh my god,â Steve breathed, staring up at him with those beautiful doe eyes as he came untouched between them.
After they came down, Steve chuckled into his chest. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him.
âMaybe Iâll have to keep the cap and gown, huh?â
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Steve/Eddie ⢠Rated T ⢠Ronance for fun, 2000âs, the girls are so fed up with these idiots
@steddiesongfics: My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
@stcreators: event 12 Take Two - music
Steve glared at the spread in front of them, trying to figure out how his life had led him to this moment. There were neat little piles of pens, cards and paper in front of all of them.
Their normal movie/game/queer bitching session night had been taken over by Nancy and some magazine quiz.
âWeâre writing?â
Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didnât think was completely warranted. He wasnât good at writing, even when he had to try to be in high school. That had been almost fifteen years ago now.
Nancy started over, apparently deciding they needed more instructions. âCosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,â she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didnât know this was a magazine telling you tips for which jeans to make your butt look better or which positions to try with your man. âAnd since itâs Sweetest Day, weâre all going to write poems for each other and share them.â
Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. âIâll love whatever you write, babe.â
He knew that, but Nancy and Robin were like, actual geniuses. Eddie wrote songs, which were just poems with music. He was going to look like an idiot.
âSweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,â he complained.
Robin rolled her eyes. âNo it isnât, Steve! Itâs for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.â
He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancyâs fancy pens. âWhatever, but Iâm sure they didnât intend to give us homework.â
But the girls could not be persuaded. He went to the kitchen for another beer.
Then he decided fuck it, grabbed a pen and a blank card and leaned over the kitchen island to write a poem. Eddie deserved a poem.
âI think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,â Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. âWho goes first?â
âYou should, Steve!â
He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since sheâd gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell sheâd written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.
âYeah, go ahead,â Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.
âEvery night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on
Near, far, wherever you-â
âWait!â Robin loudly interjected. âIs this that damn Celine Dion song?â
He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.
âOh my god, Stevie,â Eddie sounded shocked.
âIâm not good at writing, okay?â He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriendâs eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like heâd won the lottery.
âI wrote the same thing!â
âNo way,â Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.
âYou're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on,
We'll stay forever this way,â Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.
âYouâre unbelievable,â Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.
âIâve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.â
âYou guys are the worst,â Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriendâs shoulder.
But they didnât pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.
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