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EVENT 13: CONFLICT
November 1 — 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 couldn’t believe his luck that Steve Harrington was looking at him this way.
“Mmm, missed you, Eds,” he breathed as Eddie dragged his teeth over the hinge of his jaw.
“I know, Stevie boy. I wanted to jump you the second I saw you this morning.” He sunk both hands into the perfectly styled hair. He loved dirtying up the pretty boy, sue him.
Steve whined but didn’t stop him, allowing him to ruffle his shockingly soft hair.
“Can you come over tonight?”
Eddie froze, trying to meet Steve’s eyes but he avoided him, biting into his lip. Eddie couldn’t get any words out, so Steve continued.
“I-it’s, you know, my parents are going out of town again. Usually I’d throw a party, but then I realized the only person I really wanted to see was you.”
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up and he clenched his jaw to keep it from actually dropping. Play it cool, Munson.
“Oh, I guess I could swing by,” he managed, sounding a lot less affected than he was, thankfully.
“Cool,” Steve replied, trying to shrug casually. “Awesome,” 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 he’d walked into one of the bathrooms to an eyeful — it hadn’t been locked, in his defense — and Steve leered at him as he slowly zipped up. “See something you like, Munson?”
He’d tried to seem nonchalant but the way his eyes couldn’t 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 he’d sunk into his tight heat, Steve had looked up at him with his huge wet doe eyes and shuddered.
“Is it too much?”
Eddie received a short shake of his head and a gasp as he pulled back a bit.
“N-no, just- ah, you’re inside of me,” 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, “I sure am.” 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, I’ll hit it from the back
Just so you don’t get attached
He’d 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 couldn’t trust himself not to fall into those wide expressive eyes. To make mountains out of molehills, to create feelings that couldn’t possibly be there.
It wasn’t easy, Steve hadn’t 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 couldn’t keep.
Their sporadic make out sessions during school became almost daily, until their senior year. Eddie should’ve known it was too good to be true. It wasn’t like they were even dating. Not even friends with benefits. Fuck buddies, really. It shouldn’t have been such a punch to the gut.
Nancy Wheeler wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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?
“That wasn’t your doing, right?” 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. “It wasn’t.” Then their current predicament hit him. “Uhh-“
“Should’ve put ice on it, instead of just drinking all the beer,” 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. “That’s it?”
Wayne grunted. “Seems like it. Unless you need me to give you ‘The Talk?’”
They both shook their heads, and then laughed.
The jostling finally woke Steve.
“Hey,” he groaned, wincing. Eddie caught his hand before he could poke at his face. “Ouch.”
Steve’s eyes widened comically as they landed on Wayne. He untangled himself from Eddie and shuffled quickly to the other end of the couch.
“Uhhh- I- we-”
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.
“Don’t mention it, kid. But don’t bleed on the couch, huh? Family heirloom.”
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. “Family heirloom? We found it by the dumpsters.”
“I’m leaving it to you in my will,” he answered without looking up from his sports page.
“It’s too early for this shit, man,” Eddie grumbled and went to make coffee.
Since Wayne didn’t have a problem with them hanging out — or anything else, as long as they were quiet — 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 didn’t go to his classmates’ graduation. Actually the principal made it clear in no uncertain terms that he should not make an appearance. He was probably worried he’d pull a stunt, but it would’ve 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 Steve’s back
“No shirt, baby? Wanted to give them a show, huh?”
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.
“It was hot, ah!”
Eddie’s 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.
“What’s this, Stevie?” He gave him a moment to think as he roughly plunged three fingers in his loosened hole.
“I- oh my god. I didn’t want to wait.”
Eddie hummed, pressing biting kisses down his back. “Where’d you do it, huh? Spread out on your big bed thinking about my cock?”
With a shake of his head, Steve wailed. “No,” he dragged the word out as Eddie teased his prostate. “In the shower.”
Eddie grinned. “Ohhh I see. Did you touch yourself thinking about getting fucked later? Getting yourself all open for me?”
There was a shudder around his fingers and Eddie thought momentarily that Steve had come already but instead he practically yelled, “Yes!”
“Is that right? Did you come? Playing with your ass like a little horndog?” Eddie teased, rubbing continuously now against his prostate.
Steve was whining and groaning so loudly now Eddie hoped no one called the cops.
“That’s it, get loud for me. Wanna hear you. Are you that close already?”
Steve shrieked, and Eddie chuckled. But then almost swallowed his tongue when Steve cried out, “Didn’t- ah! Didn’t come! I waited! Wanted you!”
Eddie could’ve come untouched at that. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Shocking him even further, Steve got enough leverage to turn most of the way over to look back at him. “C-can, please Eds. Can I turn around? Want to be… Need to see you. Please?”
It was that last ‘please’ 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, Steve’s 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 didn’t 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 Steve’s lip as he came hard into his body.
“Eds Eds- oh my god,” 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.
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Steve/Eddie • Rated T • Ronance for fun, 2000’s, 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.
“We’re writing?”
Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didn’t think was completely warranted. He wasn’t 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. “Cosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,” she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didn’t 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. “And since it’s Sweetest Day, we’re all going to write poems for each other and share them.”
Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll love whatever you write, babe.”
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.
“Sweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,” he complained.
Robin rolled her eyes. “No it isn’t, Steve! It’s for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.”
He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancy’s fancy pens. “Whatever, but I’m sure they didn’t intend to give us homework.”
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.
“I think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,” Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. “Who goes first?”
“You should, Steve!”
He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since she’d gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell she’d written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.
“Every 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-”
“Wait!” Robin loudly interjected. “Is this that damn Celine Dion song?”
He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.
“Oh my god, Stevie,” Eddie sounded shocked.
“I’m not good at writing, okay?” He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like he’d won the lottery.
“I wrote the same thing!”
“No way,” Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.
“You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on,
We'll stay forever this way,” Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.
“You’re unbelievable,” Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.
“I’ve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.”
“You guys are the worst,” Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriend’s shoulder.
But they didn’t pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.
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