this event will take place for the entire month of september. there will be weekly prompts to choose from. you can write one of the prompts, multiple prompts, or combine all of them in one!
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2025 PROMPTS
WEEK 1 (SEPTEMBER 1-7) : hate sex, motel, sexting, vers
WEEK 3 (SEPTEMBER 15-21) : secret, love confession, knees, spit
WEEK 4 (SEPTEMBER 22-30) : wedding night, toys, pool, ice
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A QUICK GUIDE TO RATING M VS. E
while thereās no strict definition for either, hereās what seems to be the most common practice among fic authors:
rated m for mature: descriptions of sex (usually more detailed than just mentioning sex), making out (if partially or fully nude), frottage (or above the clothes getting off of any kind), BDSM in discussion, dirty talk
rated e for explicit: handjobs, blowjobs, rimming, penetrative sex, BDSM in practice
itās up to your discretion what your fic is rated, and there will always be cases where you may feel more comfortable rating something e that might usually fall under m. any ratings chosen by the author are the authorās decision. please heed all tags and content warnings before reading.
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It was another fun year for this event with 68 submissions with a total of 264,062 words (give or take a few thousand depending on chaptered works included)!
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Who Do You Want Me to Be (To Make You Sleep with Me)
Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt āhate sexā and the @steddiebingo prompt āgamesā | wc: 2,573 | rated: E | cw: implied period-typical and internalized homophobia | tags: established friends with benefits, jealousy and possessiveness, hickeys, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, roleplaying (kind of?), light choking, frottage, handjobs, getting together
Iām dedicating this to @novacorpsrecruit, who sent me a WIP Weekend ask for this fic with 12(!) emojis. So at least 36-60 sentences of this are for you!
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Harrington has a hickey.
Itās been taunting Eddie all day, ever since he noticed it in second period Englishā a huge bruise under Steveās left ear, perfectly visible from Eddieās seat two over and one behind him. Itās a mottled purple, almost black in places, obviously fresh and intentionally placed where other people could see it. Where Eddie could see it.
A traitorous part of Eddieās brain insists that it must be a scheme to make him jealous. He and Steve have hooked up a dozen times since school started back up in January, but Steve never lets Eddie mark him like this. Not when Steveās teammates could catch a glimpse while they showered and changed clothes.
The more rational side of Eddie knows that Steve didnāt get a hickey at him. Steve probably doesnāt give him a single thought when they arenāt actively touching, and itās ridiculous to assume that Steve wouldnāt fuck someone else when the opportunity arose. Itās not like theyāre dating. Eddie doesnāt have any claim to him, even if the idea of someone else touching him feels like suffocating.
Eddieās never been known for his rationality, so he doesnāt stop thinking about Steve all day. Thatās the only reason he would ever even consider going to one of Tommy Haganās partiesā and wouldnāt you know it, heās hosting a Spring Break kickoff celebration. Eddie normally hates parties like these, but heās willing to try this one in the hopes of earning some cash off Reefer Rickās goods and getting his mind off Steve.
Of course, when Eddie walks into the party fashionably late, Steve is the first person he sees, nursing a beer in the corner with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, bobbing his head to the music blaring through the speakers. Even in the dim light of Haganās living room, the hickey is still clearly visible, like a neon sign screaming at Eddie: someone else touched him! It makes his blood boil and his teeth itch. He stomps into the next room to set up somewhere where he doesnāt have to look at Steveās stupidly beautiful face.
Eddieās plan works for about an hour, during which time he sells a good three-quarters of the stuff he has on him and doesnāt see Steve once. But his spot just off the main entrance, in addition to being excellent for business, gives him a perfect view of Wheeler and Byers leaving the house and a newly-abandoned Steve drifting into the kitchen for another drink. Before Eddie can consciously formulate a plan, his lunchbox is packed up and heās following the path Steve leaves in his wake.
Eddie canāt make sense of the decline in Steveās popularity. Just last year, he probably couldnāt have gone three feet without some girl hanging on him, or one of his teammates stopping him for a high five. Now, though, he grabs a beer from the fridge uninterrupted and easily moves through the crowd, like people are afraid to touch him in case his fall from grace is somehow contagious. It just makes it easier for Eddie to take a bottle for himself and trail Steve through the den and into the backyard.
The evening air is still crisp enough that most people are staying inside. Itās just the two of them on the patio: Eddie, cozy in his own leather jacket, and Steve, shivering slightly as the chill hits him. He could warm him up, Eddie thinks, could take Steve around the side of Tommyās house and push him against the bricks and bite his neck until the skin is hot with blood pooling just under the surfaceā
āYou good, Munson?ā Steveās voice startles him from his thoughts.
Eddie blinks. He hadnāt realized he was stopped in the middle of Tommyās porch, staring off into the trees. Something about being caught embarrasses him, like the universe is taunting him by having Steve pay attention now of all times. āWhat do you care?ā he grumbles, taking another swig from his beer.
He feels a little bad, seeing how Steveās face goes flat. āI thought maybe you were progressing from ānormal weirdā to full-blown āhaving an episode weirdā. Sorry for giving a shit.ā
āCāmon, you donāt need to put on this knight-in-fucking-armor shtick. Nobodyās gonna fuck you just because you pretend to be nice to the freak,ā Eddie scoffs.
āNot even the freak himself?ā Steve smiles, just a little mean, and steps closer into Eddieās personal bubble.
Tilting his chin in the vague direction of Steveās neck, he says, āSeems like youāre doing fine without me.ā It comes out a little more bitter than he intends and the accidental show of vulnerability makes him wince.
Steve just laughs in his face. āAre you seriously jealous?ā
āNo.ā His cheeks must be bright red by now, from both anger and mortification. It was a mistake to come here, an even bigger mistake to be alone with Steve. Eddie sits his beer bottle on the patio table and storms off towards the wooded edge of Tommyās yard.
āWhoa, Munson, wait a second.ā
Behind him, Eddie hears the clink of Steveās own beer and his footsteps hurrying to catch up with him. He scowls, even though Steve canāt see his face. āI donāt know how to make myself any clearer. How do you translate āfuck offā into jock?ā
āEddie, seriously, you canāt just wander off into the woods.ā Steve sounds more anxious now that Eddie has crossed the treeline.
āWhy the hell not?ā
āDude!ā Steve grabs for Eddieās wrist, and thatās the last straw.
Eddie whirls around and crowds Steve against the nearest tree. Itās surprisingly easy to manhandle him when he doesnāt see it coming, and he definitely doesnāt expect Eddie to shove him backwards and dig his thumb into the bruise on his neck. Steve manages to bite back his moan, but Eddie still notices the way his eyes flutter.
āI donāt like playing games,ā Eddie growls.
Steve looks him dead in the eye, daring him to react as he drawls, āThatās not what I hear about your little Nerd Patrol.ā
Eddie has never punched anyone in the face before, but the temptation roars up inside him like a tidal wave. āFine. I guess I just donāt like playing games with you.ā He takes the pressure off Steveās hickey but shifts his hand to settle across his throat instead, relishing the soft noise Steve canāt hide this time. āLook at you. Youāve got someone elseās teeth marks on you and itās still not enough. Slut,ā he hisses.
āItās not all about you, you know. I wasnāt trying to make you jealous.ā Heās not even being properly choked but Steve is still breathless when he speaks. āYou just canāt stop playing pretend.ā
āWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?ā
āDid you think we were boyfriends?ā Steve laughs. āDid you think I was pining away for your magic cock and you were the only one who could satisfy me?ā
Eddie squeezes tighter, uses his grip to slam Steveās shoulders back against the tree. āShut up!ā
āI can play along. Just say the word.ā Steve lets his eyes go half-lidded, his lips go slack. Itās a look Eddie has seen on him almost once a week for the past three months, usually when heās right on the edge of his orgasm and begging for more. His voice is high and airy when he mockingly says, āPlease, baby, make love to me.ā
Eddie canāt take it anymore. He lunges in to kiss Steve.
Their mouths collide in a clash of teeth so violent that Eddie thinks his lip might be bleeding. Steveās fingers tangle in his hair and yank him impossibly closer, slotting their legs together so thereās no chilly spring air between them, just their shared body heat.
āSlow down, nobody can see us from the house,ā Steve murmurs. The next kiss is softer, like he really does want to make this something more romantic than usual, but no less hungry. His hands slip down to settle against Eddieās cheeks, thumbs sweeping against the cold skin.
He canāt deny it any longer, not with Steve touching him like something fragile even as he grows hard against his hip. Eddie wants this. Heās just not sure he can let himself have it. āSteve,ā he sighs.
āJust let me. Please.ā Itās hard to make out the finer details of Steveās face in the darkness, but Eddie sees the extra shine in his eyes. Maybe Steve needs this just as much as he does.
Eddie kisses him again. Itās the kind of lazy making out that Eddie hasnāt had much opportunity to experience in a town like Hawkins. Even with Steve, they usually keep things quick and skip over the kissing part, so Eddie relishes the fading taste of beer on Steveās tongue. Heās so caught up in the simple pleasure that he doesnāt realize heās been slowly grinding against Steveās hip, pressing his own thigh up into Steveās crotch, until Steve moans, long and low, right against his mouth.
āWish you could fuck me right here,ā Steve gasps.
That hadnāt even occurred to Eddie until now, and he suddenly wants it so badly it makes him lightheaded. He drops his head to Steveās shoulder and groans. āShit, your mouth,ā he despairs. āYouāre gonna kill me.ā
Steve laughs softly, just enough that Eddie can feel the vibrations of it through his chest. āYou can have my mouth instead if you really want.ā He shifts his weight like heās about to sink to his knees on the damp undergrowth between the trees, but Eddie catches him by the elbows.
āNuh-uh. Want you up here. Lip height, please,ā he babbles. God, who knew kissing Steve Harrington would be so addicting?
Eddie jumps when Steveās cold fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, feeling blindly for the fly of his pants. āHow about this?ā Steve asks, though the involuntary jolt of Eddieās hips is probably answer enough.
āFine. Good, even.ā Eddie turns his head to mouth at the prominent moles along the hinge of Steveās jaw, right next to the giant hickey that started this mess. He lets his teeth scrape a little, wonders if Steve would let him mark him up now. It makes his cock throb.
Steve makes quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans, hurries to pull Eddie out of his boxers. The cool air only stings for a second before Steve takes him in hand. His palm is huge enough to comfortably cover most of Eddieās length, with fingers long enough to easily wrap around him and start stroking at a leisurely pace. Itās too dry, but something about the way Steve is looking at him with those dark eyes, like he wants to keep Eddie to himself out in the woods forever, makes it feel amazing.
Eddie braces himself with one hand against the tree beside Steveās head while the other hand settles heavily on Steveās waist, encouraging him to keep grinding against Eddieās hip while he jerks him off. Steve looks gorgeous like this, hair mussed and cheeks pink, huffing out little moans right by Eddieās ear. Eddie feels compelled to tell him as much, muttering things like, āSo fucking pretty, such a good boy for me,ā pressing the words into Steveās skin with his teeth.
āYeah, you wanna show everyone Iām yours? Give meāā His breath hitches when Eddie arches into him, increasing the pressure on his cock. āGive me an even bigger hickey? You can. Cāmon, I want it.ā
And really, with Steve squirming against him and squeezing the head of his cock on every upstroke, thereās no way Eddie is going to deny him. He latches onto Steveās neck, just below the moles, and sets to work sucking a massive bruise into the sensitive skin. The noise Steve makes is so loud Eddie thinks they can probably hear it from the house.
Steveās hand falters on Eddieās cock and his hips stutter against Eddieās leg. Eddie wishes he could see the expression on his face when his orgasm hits, slackjawed and agonized as the pleasure overwhelms him, but he canāt make himself pull away from Steve long enough to look. Instead, he licks over the salty skin, trails wet kisses up his jaw, and captures his lips with his own to swallow down Steveās whimpers as he keeps grinding himself into overstimulation.
āYou, too, Eddie, please,ā he groans once he regains control of his faculties. He doesnāt pull away from Eddieās lazy kisses, just tightens his grip on Eddieās cock and speeds up the motion of his wrist. It doesnāt take long for Eddie to follow him over the edge, spilling over Steveās hand and the bottom of his polo shirt as he bites Steveās lip to stay quiet. Itās just the two of them, but Eddie doesnāt trust himself not to say something he canāt take back now that theyāre playacting at romance.
Apparently Steve has a similar thought. After a moment of breathing heavily into each otherās mouths, he chuckles to himself. āI thought youād be the type to say āI love youā after.ā Itās teasing, but it doesnāt have the same bite as their earlier conversation.
āI can if you want,ā Eddie offers. He nuzzles against Steveās neck, savoring the way Steve shudders a little when he puts pressure on the new bruise. Steve doesnāt say anything one way or another, so Eddie leans up to whisper deliberately in his ear, āI love you.ā
āEddie.ā He sounds so sad, or maybe wistful? āYou donāt have to do this anymore.ā When Eddie pulls back to catch his gaze, his eyes are watering again.
āWhat if I want to?ā Eddie challenges.
āYou shouldnāt.ā
Eddie rubs a thumb along his lower lash line, wiping away the wetness. āShouldnāt do it, or shouldnāt want to? Big difference.ā
Steve leans into his touch and sighs so heavily that it seems to shake his whole body. āI donāt know if youāve noticed, but Iāmā¦ā He scoffs. āBasically just shit on Billy Hargroveās boot, at this point. I donāt wanna cause more problems for you.ā
āBaby.ā Heās not sure if he imagines the ghost of a smile that sparks on Steve. āIām a self-proclaimed freak. Iāve already flunked senior year once and Iām on track to do it again. The only problem youāre causing me is the fact that I canāt stop thinking about you, and weāre already there.ā
āOh.ā Steve bites his lip. āI thought you kinda hated me.ā
Eddie laughs. āPlease, you saw how jealous I was of that hickey.ā
āOh,ā he says again, sounding even smaller.
That worries Eddie. Steve Harrington is not usually small. Heās quick to reassure, āI donāt want to push if youāre not into it, but Iāmāā
āI really like you,ā Steve blurts. āI know I barely know you outside of, you knowāā
Eddie quirks an eyebrow. āFucking my brains out?ā
āYeah, that.ā Steve looks shy at the mention, never mind that his hand and shirt are still covered in Eddieās come. āBut I think I want to get to know you better.ā
āGreat, that makes two of us.ā Eddie jerks his head in the direction of Tommyās house. āMaybe I could give you a ride home and we can work on that?ā
Steveās smile is small but warm. āYeah. Okay.ā
Theyāre the sweetest words Eddie has ever heard.
Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt āmotelā and the @steddiebingo prompt āroad tripā | wc: 1,418 | rated: E | cw: unnegotiated voyeurism (overhearing other people having sex and getting off to it without their knowledge) | tags: established relationship, masturbation, frottage, handjob
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Eddie flops onto the motel bedspread face-first, still fully clothed and shoes on, and lets out a dramatic groan.
Steve understands the impulse, especially after being on the road for over fourteen hours. The only thing stopping him is the thought of how many other people have touched the duvet relative to how frequently itās washed. It makes his skin crawl a little.
Instead, he goes into the bathroom, pisses, and washes his hands and face with the shitty bar of motel soap to try to feel a little more human. His toothbrush is still in the suitcase on the other side of the room, though, and it feels like an unfathomably long distance in his current exhaustion. His teeth are just going to be a little fuzzy tonight. Heāll deal with it.
Steve wanders back into the bedroom to find Eddie already snoring softly into the mattress. He shuts the lights off, strips down to his boxers, tugs back the blankets on the other side of the bed, and slips between the cool, scratchy sheets.
āEd,ā he whispers, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. āCāmon, babe, you need to take your shoes off at least.ā
Eddie lets out a pathetic noise of protest. āDonā wanna.ā
āYou donāt wanna come to bed with me?ā Steve teases with a pout.
He doesnāt say anything in response, but the thud-thud of his toed-off sneakers hitting the floor speak for him.
āJeans, too, then you can get under the covers.ā
After contemplating for a moment, Eddie rolls over onto his back, where he can unfasten his pants and lift his hips enough to shimmy them off. His shirt joins them. Then he wiggles the blankets down far enough to slip his legs beneath them and collapses with a sigh. āThe next time I insist on a road trip, remind me of this,ā Eddie laments. āWeāre barely halfway there.ā
āYouāre not having fun?ā
āOf course I am, I justāā He cuts himself off with a huge yawn. āI just think we could have fun on a plane, too, and get there in a quarter of the time.ā
Steve chuckles. āYeah, probably.ā
He waits for Eddieās response, but heās already fast asleep again. Steve isnāt far behind him.
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Itās still dark when Steve wakes up. Eddie remains solidly unconscious, though he has moved to wrap an arm around Steveās waist and nuzzle his face dangerously close to Steveās armpit. Everything is calm, no sign of what might have disturbed Steveās sleep, when he hears it again: voices coming from the room next door.
He shouldnāt be surprised that a cheap motel in Nowhere, Kansas doesnāt exactly have the latest in soundproofing technology, but Steveās sleep-addled brain is shocked by how clear the noise is despite the wall separating him from their neighbors. Especially when the next thing he hears is a womanās high-pitched moan.
āOh my god,ā she gasps, ājust like that.ā
And, well, overhearing a conversation is one thing; listening to two strangers having sex is another. Steve isnāt a prude by any means but he can feel his cheeks heating up in the dark as his blood pumps faster.
āYeah, you like that, baby?ā her partner growls.
Over the years he and Eddie have been together, Steve has learned that heās an auditory guy. Heās always loved the sounds of hooking up, all wet kisses and heavy breathing and slapping skin. Eddie is usually eager to contribute by loudly broadcasting his pleasure and talking dirty until Steve goes cross-eyed.
But right now Eddie is still snoring in Steveās ear, so Steve just lies in the dark next to his boyfriend, listening to the people next door fucking until heās hard and aching in his boxers. Each whine and quiet swear he hears makes it more difficult to stay still, but thereās no way Steve can take care of his little problem without waking Eddie.
That is, until a loud thump comes from the other side of the wall, followed by a shriek of delight from the woman. The thumping continues, setting a slow but steady pace, and it quickly becomes clear that this lady is getting fucked so hard that the headboard is banging against the wall with every powerful thrust. Steve has to bite his lip to stifle a moan.
The noiseā and the way their own bed seems to jolt along with their neighborsāā is enough to rouse Eddie.
āWhat the hell?ā he grumbles, sleepily nuzzling his cheek against Steveās chest. āAre they rearranging the furniture or something?ā
Steve doesnāt get a chance to respond before the woman wails, āYeah, fuck me harder!ā
Eddie snorts. āGuess that answers that.ā
āYeah, theyāve been going at it for a while.ā
He knows he hasnāt achieved the nonchalance he was hoping for when Eddie inches closer, scooting until his thigh meets the tent in Steveās underwear. āYeah? And how long have you been eavesdropping?ā Eddie asks lowly.
Itās not shame but anticipation that makes Steveās voice waver. āAlso a while?ā The pressure of Eddieās leg against his cock is heavenly after having denied himself for so long. It makes it hard to think.
āYou werenāt even touching yourself, were you?ā Eddie teases. With the arm still draped over Steveās waist, he scratches lightly across the waistband of his boxers, just enough to make Steveās hips buck with a grunt.
āDidnāt wanna wake you up,ā Steve rasps, arching up to meet Eddie as he starts to grind against him.
āNah, you just wanted to listen, you perv.ā The name-calling is affectionate, punctuated by Eddie stretching up to plant a wet kiss on Steveās jaw. āGo on, pay attention to them and Iāll take care of the rest.ā
Itās easy, then, to tune back in to the ruckus coming from the other side of the wallā the steady thump of the headboard, the pleas and praise the woman keeps whimpering, the low grunts of effort from the man fucking her. Steve doesnāt imagine being in either of their places, just listens while Eddie licks up the column of his throat and lets Steve thrust against his leg.
āShit, youāre gonna make me come!ā the woman warnsā promises, really. Her breath is hitching in little gasps, like she can barely remember to inhale when she feels so good.
āCāmon, honey, lemme feel you,ā the man encourages.
Steveās brain canāt help but fill in the noises that are too quiet for him to hear through the drywall. If sheās half as aroused as she sounds, this ladyās pussy must be wet enough to squelch every time it gets filled. Maybe the two of them are kissing, too, lips smacking and spit clicking as they cling to each other. Maybe theyāre whispering sweet nothings meant only for each otherā¦
āOh, fuck!ā The womanās moan is almost agonized, especially when the knocking of the headboard speeds up, drawing out her orgasm to the point of oversensitivity. āInside me, pleaseāā
The man roars his release in response, loud in the sudden absence of the thuds against the wall.
āAlmost there?ā Eddie murmurs to him. āWanna let āem know you enjoyed the show?ā His thumb is teasing Steveās slit through his worn cotton boxers, spreading his precome around the head of his cock.
āNo, Ed,ā Steve pants, ājust you.ā Now that itās only Eddieās voice in his ears, Eddieās body pressed against his, Eddie coaxing him toward his peak, the people next door are forgotten.
He feels Eddieās smile against his neck. āGood boy. Now come for me.ā
Steve didnāt realize how close heād been, caught up as he was in the neighborsā tryst, so his orgasm catches him off guard. Heās ironically quiet when he comes. If anyone else was listening, theyād only hear his sharp intake of breath, maybe his grunt of warning to Eddie when he spends a little too long massaging his sensitive cock.
Eddie helps him strip off his soiled boxers, wiping up any stray come before tossing them off the edge of the bed. They collapse back into each otherās arms. Now that the neighbors are done, only the sound of their own breathing is audible in the dark room.
āYou better let me sleep in after this,ā Eddie grumbles softly. His heart isnāt in it, though; Steve can tell.
āSure, baby,ā he agrees, too sleepy to argue that they have another full day of driving ahead of them. Maybe theyāll stop for another night along the way.
Rating: E | Word Count: 7350 | Tags: Motel, a smidgen of hate sex (but not really, they're just idiots in love), verse (in theory), Eddie is a little shit, Steve doesn't know if he wants to strangle Eddie or make out with him
@steddiesmuttyseptember: Week 1: Motel (and slightly inspired by the hate sex and verse prompt)
Eddie is lying on the bed with his shoes on, and Steve wants to scream.Ā
āI donāt know why you care,ā Eddie says, flicking the remote in the air. Heās watching some kind of episodic true crime investigation show on the shitty TV, munching on chips. āItās not like we have to share the bed.ā
āItās unhygienic,ā Steve grumbles, taking off his watch and placing it on the bedside table. āYouāre going to sleep in all the germs youāve been stepping in all day. Dog poop, gums, urine, whatever other disgusting stuff people drop to the ground.ā
āUh-huh,ā Eddie hums unimpressed. Heās been doing this a lot. That condescending way of replying to Steveās very simple requests that makes his teeth ache with the urge to dig them into Eddie's skin just to have some kind of outlet for his anger. Like when Eddie wiped his greasy fingers on Steveās upholstery after eating fries, or lit a cigarette inside the car without even checking if Steve was okay with it.Ā
Steve knew when Dustin asked him to take Eddie along with him so they could visit him on campus for the long weekend, he shouldāve insisted on staying in separate rooms for the one night they had to sleep in a motel. But Eddie had been all āLetās save those bucks,ā yadda yadda, and now Steve doesn't have a respite from the most annoying person on the planet for even one freaking night.Ā
He doesn't want to let it bother him, but just looking at Eddieās boots on the white sheets sets his blood on fire. Itās wrong, so wrong. Pity, he loves Dustin, or he mightāve abandoned Eddie on the side of the road about three hundred miles ago (not really, because those puppy eyes would be too hard to look at in the rear view mirror, but still).Ā
Steve tries a different tactic and takes a deep breath.Ā
āCanāt you just take them off for my sake?ā He puts on his own best puppy eyes. āPlease?ā
Eddie hums as if thinking about it, tapping his chin, then crunches on another chip. Salt and vinegar. The disgusting kind.Ā
āNo.ā
āNow listen here, you brat,ā Steve spits, hands on his hip. He's not sure what he's trying to win here, but the shoes must come off, or he's going to lose his mind. āAll day youāve been driving me insane with your non-stop commentary on my music, the way I drive, how my freaking hair looks. And Iāve let you, havenāt I? Havenāt complained one bit. So it shouldnāt be too much to ask for you to not put your dirty shoes on the clean bed!ā
Eddie grins that mischievous little grin of his, and Steveās stomach swoops at the sight. In anger. Of course.Ā
āAgain,ā Eddie says and points between his bed and Steveās, āwe have two beds. Not your problem.ā
āTake off your shoes or I'll do it for you,ā Steve snaps because if they donāt come off in the next minute, his head will explode.
Eddie laughs. āOh, really? Big bad Stevie will come and tug off my shoes for me?ā
Itās the last drop in the bucket. Steve stomps forward, and thatās the first time Eddie loses some of his cool. His big eyes grow wide, comically round on his face. The moment Steve grabs for his ankle, Eddie starts to resist, pulling his foot out of Steveās grasp. But Steve only holds on tighter, fingers biting into the leather of the boot, and growls, āStop.ā
Eddie stops resisting, but heās laughing nervously now, writhing on the sheets, while Steve tugs his foot higher, searching for a zipper on his boot.Ā
āWait,ā Eddie chokes, then laughs again. āYou canātāā
āWatch me,ā Steve snaps back, all bitchy because heās about had it with Eddieās attitude, and he deserves a stern talking to. Then, finding no zipper on his boot, he starts unlacing it with one hand, the fingers of his other hand still clamped tight around the ankle.
āJesus, Jesus Christ,ā Eddie mutters and starts struggling again until Steve has no other option but to climb onto the bed and sit sideways to get a better grip. He tugs Eddieās leg under his armpit to hold on tight before attacking those laces again.Ā
āYouāre insane, Harrington!ā
āAnd youāre a fucking brat!ā Steve spits back. āCouldāve done this yourself and saved both of us the trouble.ā
Steve finally gets the laces loose enough to bully off the first shoe, throws it to the ground like the offending piece of footwear it is. Something about that gets Eddie all panicked. He pulls the leg from Steveās grasp, scrambles up higher on the headboard, and holds out both hands in defense. Heās laughing again, but itās all high and frantic, like Steve is about to attack him with tickles.Ā
Whichā¦ maybe he should. Tickle Eddie until he canāt breathe anymore. Until all that brattiness is tickled out of him.Ā
āNext shoe.ā Steve crawls forward on his knees and grabs Eddie's leg, which he has pulled up against his front body.
āSteve, you maniac,ā Eddie cackles, head falling back into his neck, like all of this is too much for him, but in a way that is highly amusing and highly panic-inducing at the same time.Ā
Steve tugs hard enough on his ankle that Eddie slides away from the headboard and falls back onto his pillow with a surprised grunt.Ā
The laces of the second boot are even more stubborn, tied with a double-knot that Steve struggles to loosen with his short nails. It doesnāt help that Eddie starts struggling for real this time, keeps writhing and pulling his leg away, starts thumping a fist against Steveās back, all while laughing so much that he sounds like heās seconds away from an asthma attack. When he has the time again, Steve really wants to lecture him about smoking.Ā
āHold still!ā Steve snaps, frustrated. Eddie does the opposite and starts kicking his leg. Years of wrestling with his friends have given Steve some ideas on how to pin somebody down, so his body acts almost on instinct when he swings his leg over both of Eddieās, then sinks down on him, clamping Eddieās legs together with both of his.Ā
āHolyāā Eddie gasps, kicks his captured legs even harder. āHoly shit, Steve, waitāā
Steve ignores Eddieās pitiful attempts at tugging on the back of Steveās shirt and pins Eddieās shin down into the sheets with one hand, settling harder against Eddieās upper thighs and lap. Something about that calms Eddie. Although 'calm' may not be the right word.Ā
Stills him.Ā
Steve doesnāt care what has gotten Eddie to finally stop resisting, heās too busy trying to figure out how to get that freaking knot open.Ā
āDo you ever take off your shoes? Who would wear something that takes hours to untie?ā
Thereās no answer from behind him, so Steve settles in closer to focus on the upside-down boot, sinks his body down against Eddieās, knobbly knees poking into Steveās chest. Only thereāsā
āSteve,ā Eddie gasps, and then theyāre both frozen. Because, because, becauseā¦
Eddie is hard.Ā
And Steve can feel him because heās fucking pressed the whole entirety of his ass against where Eddieās filling out and twitchingā
Thatās it, thatās all the thoughts he has left before his brain shortcuts.Ā
āOh, god, oh fuck, Iām sorry,ā Eddie groans, but even though he sounds mortified, his hands are pulling on the back of Steveās shirt like he wants to drag him closer.Ā
āItāsāā Fine, Steve doesnāt manage to say. Heās not sure if it is fine. He should probably get up. Make some kind of awkward joke about the situation, or even better, pretend this never happened.Ā
But heās also a man on a mission, and the shoe is still on Eddieās foot.Ā
So, instead of doing any of the sensible things, he attacks the knot with renewed vigor, manages to get it open eventually, and continues on with loosening the laces.Ā
Eddie is making a sound behind him that Steve interprets as confusion and acute arousal. A sound that makes Steve nearly moan in return.Ā
Thereās something about this, some part of him that heās never wanted to analyze too closely before. Not the part about him not minding feeling a hard dick pressed against his butt, heās got that figured out years ago, but the part about it being Eddie Munsonās hard dick.Ā
Because, for all his annoying habits and bratty behavior, Eddie is also really fucking hot. In that anarchic fuck-conformity kind of way that Steve has never thought he would be into, but apparently, based on his bodyās reaction to this whole situation here, and the blood that is flowing fast and hard into his own dick, he very much is.Ā
If heās completely honest with himself, and thereās not really any reason not to be, this is not the first time he's thought that Eddie is attractive. For a metalhead. Heās got these huge fuck-me eyes and dimples when he smiles, after all. If only he werenāt such a little shithead all the time.
And so, instead of going by his first instinct to scurry away and pretend this never happened, he settles in and pushes his hips down. Eddieās hands clamp down on him, ringed fingers pressed next to his hipbones through his jeans so hard Steve thinks they might leave an imprint.Ā
āSteve,ā he growls, sounds close to losing it. āWhat. The. Fuck.ā
Steve pulls off Eddieās boot instead of providing an answer and throws it over the edge of the bed with the first one. The thump is final and deafening.Ā
Not having any excuse for the position heās in any longer, Steve hesitates. Wonders if he took this too far, if Eddieās not just freaking out because Steve made him hard, but because he never wanted to get hard under these circumstancesāunder Steve.Ā
Eddieās hands disappear from Steveās hips, and Steve gets the compulsive urge to look at Eddie. He lifts himself up enough to be able to turn around, hovers over Eddieās lap this time, knees digging deep into the mattress beside Eddieās hips.Ā
But Eddie isnāt looking at him. Eddie is hiding his face below both of his arms, only the flushed lower half of his face on display.Ā
āEddie?āĀ
Eddie shakes his head, keeps his arms where they are.
āYou wantāā Steve considers how to ask his many questions, his stomach churning nervously at the idea that Eddie might reject him. āShould I get off?ā
That finally gets Eddie to lift his arms long enough that Steve can catch a glimpse of the rest of his face. Those wide, frightened eyes, the cute blush in his cheeks. Then heās hiding again. As if he just had to convince himself that itās really Steve on top of him, really Steve asking that question. He shakes his head again, and Steve lowers himself onto his lap.Ā
āSteve,ā Eddie whines, actually full-on whines. āIs this punishment? Because if it is, you should knowāā
āItās whatever you want this to be,ā Steve interrupts him. āWhat do you want this to be?ā
Eddie swallows heavily, and Steve tracks the movement with his eyes, still wanting to dig his teeth into Eddie, but for different reasons now.Ā
āIām dreaming, arenāt I?ā
āYouāre dreaming of me often?ā
āFuck, youāve got no idea, Steve.ā
Steveās chest sparkles.Ā
But then Eddie continues, āI know you hate meāā
āI donāt hate you,ā Steve cuts in. āYouāre a bratty little shit, but I guess thatās part of your charm.ā
āOnly because itās so easy to rile you up,ā Eddie groans. āYouāve got no idea how cute you look with your hands on your hips and that exasperated lookāā Eddie cuts himself off and takes a startled breath. āOh, fuck, never mind. Ignore me. Iām clearly losing my mind.ā
But for Steve, this is as good as any confession heās going to get out of Eddie.Ā
āHey,ā he says, all stern and fake-annoyed. āYou shouldnāt sleep in your jewelry. Take your rings off.ā
Eddie hesitates, and Steve holds himself very still. If Eddie wants to end this here, then Steve will leave him be. Never speak of this again. They can pretend to be reluctant friends for the rest of the weekend, going back to being nothing but casual acquaintances in Hawkins. Steve only hopes that Eddie will continue to pick up a new movie from Family Video, just as he has before. Bickering with him is kind of the whole highlight of Steveās week.
Yeah, maybe he should get that in writing. I, Eddie Munson, will visit Family Video every Thursday night for as long as I shall live.Ā
Not that Steveās planning to work there for the rest of his life. Heās actually been taking night classes for a while, working on changing his career to something in a more social sector eventually. But itās about the principle of things. About wanting Eddie to be part of his life, no matter how infuriating he is. For the lack of a better thought-out metaphor (because Steveās never been good at poetry and shit), Eddieās like the hot sauce on the otherwise incredibly bland meal that has become his life ever since everybodyās moved out of Hawkins.Ā
So, Steve canāt fuck this up. He needs Eddie to want this as much as him.
āEddie?ā
Finally, after what feels like a freaking eternity, Eddie offers one of his hands to Steve.Ā
āYou want me to do it for you?ā Steve asks, catches his hand in his.
Eddie nods, bites down on his lower lip. Steve sinks down on Eddieās lap until he can feel Eddie press against him again, even through both layers of jeans. The movement also seems to punch all the air out of Eddieās lungs, his eyes growing even bigger before he hides them under his other arm again. Like he still canāt believe this is happening. Needs to hide how much he wants this to happen.
Steve twists the smallest, least offending ring around Eddieās ring finger, a simple silver band. It comes off easily enough, but Steve still takes his time, thinks thereās something about it, a reverse of something he would want to do to Eddie years from now on, then his brain whites out like a TV during a thunderstorm.Ā Ā
Only static.Ā
āEddie,ā Steve whispers, doesnāt know what he wants to say, only knows that the pressure behind his ribcage is demanding he does say something while he tugs down the second ring from the middle finger. Eddie moves his arm enough that one eye peeks out from beneath it, so many questions written in that one cautious glance.Ā
āIs that really it? You annoy me because you like how I look when I get pissed off?ā
Steve curls his fist around the recently freed rings and tugs on Eddieās arm with his other hand, pulling it down until he can slide off one of the more obscene rings. The one with the skulls first. Eddie switches arms and hides again, chews on his lower lip.Ā
āYouāre not gonna give me an answer, Munson?ā Steve asks, tugs a little rougher on the next ring when it gets stuck around the knuckle.Ā
Eddie sighs, presses his arm tighter against his eyes. āIām not always good atā¦ā He hums. āEngaging. I donāt mean to say half the shit I say when I see you. Itās just like I said, easier to rile you up than to have a normal conversation.ā
āAndā¦ you want to have normal conversations with me?ā
āWell, maybe not normal conversations.ā
āSo abnormal conversations?ā
āNo, fuck, just conversations, okay? I want to talk to you.ā
āThen why donāt you?ā
āWell, Iām trying, arenāt I? Nobody watches the same stupid movies as much as I do, right? You must see that in your little computer, see how many times Iāve rented out The Thing in the last year alone because I already watched everything else youāve got in the horror section.ā
Steveās entire body starts humming at that. But itās not enough; he needs more concrete proof.
āSo, you rent out The Thing because you want to talk to me. And you want to talk to me becauseā¦ā
āBecause.ā
āBecause?ā
Eddie flaps his arm to the bed hard enough that the mattress bounces. āBecause Iām really into you, Steve, and apparently that makes me incapable of talking to you without putting my foot in my mouth. So, I try again and again, hoping for a better outcome, alright?ā
Steveās just about to pull off the last ring when the confession hits him square on the head, and his brain loses all ability to think again. He sits there with the weight of all of Eddieās silver rings in his palms, the weight of his words on his chest. Gapes. Until Eddie cringes away and hides his face beneath his arms again.Ā
āDear universe,ā he mutters, āif you could just drop a meteor on me right the fuck nowā¦ā
āThat would kill me, too,ā Steve says stupidly.Ā
Eddie sets his jaw in return, turns even redder in the face under the flickering light of the TV and the shallow glimmer of the lamp from Steveās bedside table.Ā
āAnd then I would have to hunt you down in the afterlife. Demand you just have one normal conversation with me without trying to piss me off, even if it takes us all of eternity to get there.ā
āSteve.ā
Steve wants to say āEddieā and bitch back at him for being such an idiot, but he can sense the distress in Eddie, and itās not the cute kind.Ā
So, Steve does the one thing he can do better than talking. Because heās also not the best at conversations, but thereās one language that he speaks almost fluently. And so he leans forward, one hand digging deep into the pillow below Eddieās head, the other carefully releasing the collection of warm metal from his hand until they spill onto the bedside table.
He can feel Eddieās warm and misty breath against the little triangle between his collarbones as he makes sure the rings donāt roll off the table, and feels him twitch at the sound of metal on wood. When Steve is satisfied that all of Eddieās rings are safe, he leans back, brackets Eddieās head with both of his palms.Ā
Despite all the anxious energy heās emitting and the tension in his body, Eddieās also still hard against Steve. Which Steve decides to take as a compliment. He doesnāt ask Eddie to look at him, doesnāt pry the arms away from his forehead. Instead, he turns his head enough that he can get closer to Eddieās mouth, close enough that their lips brush. Feels Eddie take a shaky breath.Ā
Steveās forehead is uncomfortably squashed against Eddieās forearm, but it gets the message across when Steve pushes in that last inch and lingers there. Perhaps the most awkward kiss of his life. Perhaps the best. Eddieās shaking below him, shaking, like heās a loose threat unraveling on a roughly knit sweater (and ha! Steve can do metaphors after all if he gets inspired).Ā
And then Eddie kisses back. Hesitantly at first, and honestly, thereās not much room to do anything else in this position, but thereās finally some pressure against Steveās lips, and the simple act of reciprocation is more than just a flutter in his chest. Itās a big fucking bang.
It makes him greedy. Greedier than the situation might warrant, and he flicks his tongue out, just once, just to taste Eddieās lips, before getting annoyed by the arm in his way and shoving against it. He wants to deepen the kiss, wants to see Eddieās expression afterwards, doesnāt want to play this weird version of peek-a-boo any longer.Ā
So, he drags the arm up and away, squishes it between the crown of Eddieās head and the headboard before weaving his fingers through Eddieās. Eddieās hand is cold, and the sensation of those long, ringless fingers against his own is enough distraction that Steve needs to dislodge their kiss.
Eddie has lifted his other arm away on his own volition, hand hovering next to Steveās face like he wants to pull him in again, and Steve can finally look at him, see the surprise in his eyes, the yearning.Ā
And, God, Steveās never been able to resist a good pining about his person. Perhaps that makes him arrogant or narcistic (or whatever that word is that Robin uses when Steveās taking too much time fixing his hair in the mirror), but yes, he wants to be wanted. So, freaking what? Sue him.Ā
It helps, of course, that being wanted by one Eddie Munson seems as implausible as it is flattering. Who wouldāve thought that he could turn a metalheadās head? That anti-establishment Munson is into jocks and polo shirts, after all? The thought almost makes Steve snicker.Ā
He doesnāt laugh because Eddie still looks fucking spooked underneath all that want, looks seconds away from either punching Steve in the face or bolting. Steve squeezes his fingers tighter around Eddieās, touches nose against nose, hoping it can convey what he doesnāt know how to put into words.Ā
āIf this is a practical joke on my behalf, I need you to stop right the fuck now, Harrington.ā The words come out all rough and threatening, but the aggression in them belies a simple truth: Eddieās freaking out.Ā
āWhat kind of stupid joke would that be?ā Steve asks with a frown, canāt help but wonder if Eddieās been on the receiving end of such cruelty before.Ā
āSo, not a joke,ā Eddie muses, nods to himself. āThen youāre curious? Wanna see what all the fuss about gay sex is about?ā
āAre we doing that tonight?ā Steve asks, knowing his face is lighting up like a Christmas tree. āGay sex?ā
Eddie thumps his head back with a groan, the pillow below him too soft for what was probably intended for dramatic effect. āSteve, can you just spell the fuck out whatās actually going on right now? Ever since youāve climbed on my bed with me, I think Iāve been losing half my brain cells. I donāt get what is happening, I donāt understandāā
āI like that you like me.ā
And well, thatās perhaps not what he wanted to get across, and based on Eddieās frown, itās not conceived the way it was meant, either.Ā
āI like that you like me, because, well, I suppose anybody would if the person theyāve been crushing on for years, finally decided to stop being a dick about it.ā
Eddie barks a laugh as if heās never heard anything more ridiculous in his life. āYouāve been crushing on me? For years?ā
āWell.ā Steve shrugs. āI donāt think I knew thatās what it was, butā I would check the clock. Every Thursday after three pm, every five minutes. Hell, thatās a lie. Probably every thirty seconds. Maybe more. I would check the clock to see how long Iād have to wait for you to show up.ā
Eddieās still looking incredulous, but Steve doesnāt let that deter him.Ā
āAnd I told myself itās because I was bracing myself. Because I knew you would say something that would agitate me. And I was preparing myself, mentally, to beat you this time. To come up with something to say in return, even if I knew I could never be as witty or clever as you. But I wanted toā to make you laugh.ā
Eddie shakes his head and says, āHarrington,ā in a voice that sounds all disappointed and confused, so Steve doubles down.
āSo, yes, I thought I was counting down the minutes because I was already dreading the moment you stepped through the door, but the few Thursdays you didnāt come, well, it doesnāt make any sense, does it? If I hated seeing you so much, why did I get that sinking feeling in my stomach when you didnāt show up? Why was I grumpy for days afterwards, to the point that Robin didnāt want to talk to me on the phone anymore? Why did I get so anxious you might not turn up the week after either?ā
That finally gets Eddie to soften, those brown eyes large enough they overtake almost his entire face while they blink up at Steve. He doesnāt think heās ever seen eyes as fascinating in his life. Says so, rubs his thumb along Eddieās hand where their fingers are still tangled above his head.Ā
āDid I spell that out well enough? I know Iām not the best at explaining concepts, butā Do you need something else as proof?ā
āI donāt need proof, Steve,ā Eddie says quietly, sounds disappointed again, but this time in himself. āJustā Come here.ā He lifts his chin, and thatās all the invitation that Steve needs to kiss him again.Ā
Steve knows how to kiss. Wishes college applications had taken that into account instead of all the other useless skills like math or writing essays. He knows that a kiss should start slow, build tension, tease whatās to come. Steveās never kissed a man sober, though. All his previous attempts have taken place at that club Robin drags him to whenever he visits her. Under strobe lights, in the crush of other bodies, with too much vodka in his system. Not much anticipation to be built under those circumstances.
So, perhaps Steve doesnāt know how to kiss a man when it means something. And thatās why heās stuck between two competing impulses: to take it slow, to brush back Eddieās hair behind his ear and not give him more tongue than heās ready for, or to do the exact opposite and just take everything he wants from him until theyāre both scrubbed raw from stubble burn and can barely breathe anymore.Ā
Luckily, Eddie doesnāt seem to have any of such concerns, because he leans into the confusingly light pressure of their lips with a groan, tilts his head and opens his lips until Steve follows his guidance and oh, fuck the first lick of Eddieās warm, smooth tongue into his mouth lights up every cell in Steveās body, fingers tightening around Eddieās.Ā
Eddie still tastes like those chips, which should be disgusting, but somehow isnāt because thatās just Eddie never making things easy for Steve. There are many things that should repel Steve on paper, based on who he was and who some people still think he is. Eddieās taste in music, those tattoos, that frizzy hair, all the nerdy nonsense that spills from his lips, the constant smoking.Ā
Things that should repel him, like a magnet with the opposite pole. Or the same? Whatever, Steve doesnāt want to think about science class. What he means to think about, while sliding his tongue deep against Eddieās, is that all his preferences have been turned on their head, and everything that used to feel like the opposite of him is now attracting him somehow.
Like the acidic taste of salt on Eddieās tongue, the feeling of his callouses where he rubs his fingers into the back of Steveās hand, the rough tug on Steveās hair (which Steveās very particular about being touched in general) when Eddie wants him to change the angle.
And, yes, alright, maybe there is a middle ground in kissing, because even though theyāre kissing each other deep enough, he can feel Eddieās stubble against his own, thereās also a languidness about it, their tongues sliding together slowly, the rub of it almostā¦ gentle.Ā
Thereās something else to be said about this way of kissing, so close and hot that really gets to Steve, that has his knees buckle, that sparks along his spine like electric shocks.Ā
Somehow, distantly, like he's not even in the same room, he hears the little sounds he makes beneath the muted chatter of their TV. Unthinking rumbles and desperate drags of air through his nose that Eddie echoes with his own gruff hums and heavy breathing, and yeah, thatās justā¦ yeah.Ā
And when Steve stretches out, so that he can fit his body along Eddieās, thatās very close to fuck yeah. Theyāre the same height, so their chests are in perfect alignment, hips against hips, their cocks pressed alongside each other through their jeans. Steveās never been harder in his life, straining against his zipper in a way that hurts, wonders if this is the hardest he can get Eddie to be, too.Ā
Eddieās legs fall open around him, letting Steve settle between them. The wet meeting of their mouths grows louder in his ears, is almost as deafening now as his own heartbeat, and he feels himself melt into the sensation, melt into Eddie, as if all his bones have liquified.Ā Ā
āYeah,ā Eddie gasps the first time they separate for a desperate drag of air into lungs, echoing Steveās thoughts. āFuck, Steve, yeah. Just like that.ā
And then theyāre kissing again, Eddie tugging his hand out of Steveās grasp to cradle his head in both of his palms, the skin against Steveās overheated cheeks cool and soothing. Steveās mouth feels slick, his lips are throbbing, his tongue so deep in Eddieās mouth that he remembers that stupid warning Tommy had given him years ago, before he kissed Claudia Dunster for the first time.
Never use too much tongue. They hate that. Instant turnoff.
Steve knows how to tease, and maybe one day he can use those skills on Eddie, but tonight he wants this, wants too much tongue and too much Eddie, wants him so deep and whole and differently than heās ever wanted anybody before. Nothing turnoff about this, Steve thinks manically, sinks against Eddie with a heavy, unhurried roll of his hips, the kind of movement he normally reserves for being balls-deep into someone.Ā
The reaction he gets is instant. Eddieās fingers dig hard into his skull, a pained noise escaping him and rumbling against Steveās tongue and mouth, one of his legs curling around one of Steveās, Eddieās heel tugging around his shin, keeping him close, pressing himself closer.Ā
Steve settles into a flow, circling his hips against Eddieās, much less pressure than on the first roll, but continuous, mimicking what heād love to do to Eddie after pushing inside him the first time. Something about that must really get Eddie going because next thing Steve knows, both of his hands land on Steveās ass, palming him through his jeans, fingers digging deep.Ā
Steve probably shouldnāt be surprised that Eddie catches his rhythm instantly, considering heās a musician. He guides Steve against him harder, but at the same pace, massaging his fingers deep into his flesh until itās Steve who has to break the kiss to gasp for air.Ā
Nobody has ever grabbed Steve there with such bruising force, like theyāre going crazy with how much they want him. Even those few make-out attempts at the club have mostly stayed above Steveās waist (and never lasted more than a few minutes). Not that he ever wanted any of these men to touch him like this or take him home, becauseā
Oh.Ā
āOh?ā Eddie asks, pupils all blown up, his hands slipping a bit lower, squeezing Steveās ass hard through his jeans. Steveās hips stutter as realization floods him.Ā
I think I wanted you much more and for much longer than I even realized, he thinks, but doesnāt say. Heās been told too many times to count that heās clingy, doesnāt want to overwhelm Eddie with his urge to make romantic declarations.Ā Ā
āOh, fuck, Eddie,ā he says instead and collapses against him, head tucked into his shoulder until he can smell Eddieās body wash, the hint of nicotine still clinging to his clothes.Ā
āYeah?ā Eddie breathes, drags Steve forward and back against him to his own rhythm now until itās bordering on too much, the chafing from their jeans surely something theyāll regret tomorrow. āYou like that, baby?ā
Steve nods because all words have flown from his head at the pet name. He lets Eddie manhandle him into a heavy grind, pleasure surging through him until he feels blind and mute with it, until heās concerned for one frantic moment that he might spill in his pants like a teenager.Ā
And then Eddie shifts his right hand and slips it even lower, his middle finger pushing between his cheeks and digging deep into Steve through his pants right whereā
Steve lets out a garbled sound as the pressure registers in his mind, his hips bucking hard against Eddieās, teeth sinking into Eddieās shoulder through his Black Sabbath shirt.Ā
āYeah?ā Eddie asks again, eager.
āYeah,ā Steve gasps muffled against the fabric, because thatās the only word still in his head. Everything Eddie does to him is a yeah. Even those things, heās never done before. The places heās never been touched in.Ā
āHave you everāā Eddie pants, doesnāt finish the question, but Steve can still hear it and shakes his head. āWould you want to? Not tonight, obviously, butā¦ one day?ā
āYeah,ā Steve replies, and takes it upon himself to thrust against Eddie again. āAnything, Ed, anything you want.ā
Eddie laughs, sounds delirious. A moment later, heās pushing Steveās hips up with one hand, the other finding the button of his jeans and flicking it open with expert precision. Steve wakes from his daze when his zipper is being pulled down and scrambles into a one-armed plank to do the same with Eddieās jeans with his free hand, unbuttons him as quickly as he can, then drags the zipper down. They pull on each other's pants and kick them down their legs until eventually they land on a heap on the floor together with Eddieās shoes.Ā
Steve barely has time to register how their underwear is almost a representation of themselvesāEddie in black boxers with little skulls printed on them and Steve in his navy briefsābefore they move to slot together again as they have before: Mouth against panting mouth, chest against heaving chest, their cocks pressed against each other, Eddieās legs framing Steveās hips.Ā
Without the chafing pressure of jeans and zippers and buttons, the grind of skin, thin hairs, and cotton is almost soft in comparison, the shapes of their cocks much more pronounced. This way, Steve can also feel the wet spot on Eddieās boxers soaking into his briefs, and Steve doesnāt know why, but that might just be the hottest thing thatās ever happened to himāknowing that Eddie wants him this much, knowing that he did that to Eddie with nothing more than a little dry-humping.Ā
Any arrogance is lost the moment Eddieās hand returns to Steveās ass, sliding low before cupping him through his briefs the way Steve has done to girls before, fingers curled tight against his taint. Steve groans into the kiss, sensations sparking all along his spine, the pressure in his groin bordering on too intense for him to endure.Ā
He pulls away, stares at Eddie with wide eyes, and sees the edge of a teasing smirk on his face. Like he knows exactly what heās doing to Steve. Keeping his eyes trained on Steveās, Eddie tilts his head a little to the side, his smile growing, the fingers sliding higher, higher until heās pressing against Steveās rim again, presses one of them deeper, just a teasing first dip inside through his underwear, enough for Steveās eyes to close and brows to furrow, for a loud moan to vibrate in the space between them.
āOh, baby,ā Eddie croons, voice thick with arousal. āYouād take me so well, wouldnāt you?ā
Steveās arms give in, and he lands face-first in the pillow beside Eddieās head. He tilts his head to the side until heās buried it into Eddieās hair, breathing heavily against his ear, knowing that Eddie will hear even the smallest reaction to his touch this way.Ā
Steveās never thought about being fucked before; all his fantasies about a faceless, but lean and pale man with a teasing smirk (yes, the truth is not lost on him now), had been about being the one doing the fucking. But he canāt deny the allure of being the one on the receiving end, of how unbelievably horny the pressure of Eddieās fingers makes him, horny enough heās thrusting forward against Eddieās cock and back against his finger as if on autopilot, any rhythm or attempt at deliberation lost.Ā
Steve wants. Wants to feel, wants to give up, give in, wants to be Steve without expectations, Steve without borders. Heās not sure heās ever allowed himself the total loss of control, and isnāt that ironic? That the man who can get Steveās blood boiling with a few words can also make him feel soā¦ safe?
Eddieās fingers are rubbing against him harder now, the second palm coming down to Steveās ass again as well, cupping him, thumb digging into Steveās flexing muscle, calming his frantic thrusts, and guiding him into something more intentional. Steve moans, feels crazy with how turned on he is. He wants to rub against Eddie like a cat, crawl into his skin, bury himself deep, so deep that Eddie will never get him out again.Ā
Steve settles for burying deeper into Eddieās hair, lips pressed against the shell of his ear as he presses out through clenched teeth and burning lungs, āWould you let me fuck you, too?āĀ
āOh, fuck, yeah, of course, Stevie,ā Eddie groans, the hand on his ass gripping hard enough that Steve wouldnāt be surprised if he found purple imprints there tomorrow morning. āBut only after Iāve shown you how to make it really good.āĀ
He presses his finger deeper against Steve again, the tip of it dipping inside. Precum spurts from Steveās cock in return, his wet spot much more pronounced now than Eddieās.Ā
āGod, I want that,ā Steve slurs. āShow me now?ā
āWe canāt,ā Eddie bemoans, sounding just as regretful as Steve feels. āNot without lube and condoms.ā
Steve groans, hating himself a little for not thinking to pack either.Ā
āBut I could tell you in theory, tell you what Iād do to you,ā Eddie adds, sounding just as breathless as Steve feels. His hand on Steveās ass is rocking him forward against his cock and backwards against his fingers in rapid little bursts that have stars explode behind Steveās eyelids.Ā
He nods frantically. āTell me.ā
āJesus, Steve,ā Eddie moans, nuzzling against Steveās temple. āOkay, baby, let meāā He doesn't finish the sentence but digs in a finger until he's pressing inside Steve again, curls it just so until Steve wants to claw on his own skin before the pleasure comes bursting out of him.Ā
āFirst, Iād have to open you up, get you all wet and ready for me. I would take my time with you, make you writhe on my fingers, find that spot inside you that will make you go wild, wait until youād start begging me for more.ā
āFuck,ā Steve hisses in response. Heās close now, feels the pressure in his lower back, like an ache behind his teeth, balls drawing tighter where they rub against Eddieās.
āIād put you on your knees, arms above your head, front pressed to the mattress. Fuck, Steve, youād look so good all stretched out before me, all bronze skin and scars and moles, so fucking pretty for me when I finally push inside of you.ā
āEddie, Jesus,ā Steve whines against his ear, toes curling, āI canātā Iām so close.ā
āYeah?ā Eddie asks, sounds gone, too. āYeah, fuck, cāmon.ā
Eddie stops talking, rocks Steve harder against him, thrusts the pads of his fingers against Steveās rim, pushing inside again and again as deep as he can go through Steve's briefs. Theyāre both panting and trading moans back and forth, and Steveās glad the TV is still on, hopes itās enough to drown them out. Eddie meets Steveās rolling hips with his own, throws his head back into the pillow, and groans, long and guttural.Ā
āIām going toā Ed, Iāmāā
āFuck, Steve, me too. So close. Youāre so fucking hot, baby. So good. I canāt believe Iām allowed to have you like this.ā
And thatās it, thatās all Steve can take. Steve yanks the collar of Eddieās shirt out of the way and latches his mouth on the skin of his shoulder, the taste of salt and soap exploding on his tongue just as his brain whites out. The pleasure wrecks through him like heās being hit by a truck, sharp and blinding, spills out of him in long ropes, and near unending muffled moans, makes a wet mess of his briefs and Eddie's shoulder where he's got his mouth pressed, teeth sinking into skin.Ā
Steve's still riding the tail end of that insane orgasm when he comes back to his body and realizes that Eddie's gripping both of his thighs right below his ass, dragging Steve forward while rutting against him so hard and quick the bed starts squeaking.Ā
Pushing himself up on his elbow, Steve watches Eddie in those last throes of passion, his head tipped back, nose scrunched up, panting mouth open and shaped like an āOā as if he still canāt believe this is happening. And damn if that doesnāt make Steve swoon a little.
Steve tilts his hips down with a hiss, ignoring the sting of his oversensitive cock for the sake of watching Eddieās face scrunch up in pleasure, then leans up higher and catches his gaping mouth with his, swallows that last punched out grunt from Eddieās lips, licks inside his mouth, and feels the vibration of his moans when his thighs come up to curl around Steveās lower back and even more wetness spills between them.Ā
They keep kissing afterwards, ignoring the chatter of the true crime show for the most part, their hands tangled in each other's hair and sliding underneath the shirts theyāre still wearing, until the narrator's voice booms, āIn the end, it was his shoes that gave him away.ā
Steve collapses against Eddie in a giggle fit, ignoring Eddieās peeved protests.Ā
Theyāre only two hours away from Dustinās campus now, driving along a country road. Steveās got one hand curled around Eddieās thigh, rubbing his thumb into Eddieās jeans.
Eddieās elbow is resting on the edge of the rolled-down window, sleeves pulled up, bat tattoos on display, silver rings glimmering in the low sunlight. Heās put his hair into a messy bun after the shower they took together last night. A few errant strands and tiny ringlets have escaped his hair tie, whipping across his face.Ā
Itās hard not to glance at Eddie when he looks like that. Happy and wild and beautiful. Itās why Steve looks over again now, only to find one of his boots propped up against the glove box.
āEddie! Take your fucking shoe down!ā
Eddie grins. That impish grin that Steve knows so well, it really shouldnāt make his stomach swoop the way it does. Again.Ā
āEddie,ā Steve warns, pressing his thumb deeper into his thigh. āDonāt make me do it for you.ā
āYeah?ā Eddie laughs. āBig bad Stevie is gonna come over here and push my foot down?ā
Steve looks between Eddie and the road, thinks heās going to have a stroke. Or a boner. Itās a coin toss at this point.Ā
Making sure there are no cars behind him, Steve swerves the car onto the shoulder and hits the brakes.Ā
As soon as the car has stopped, Steve leans over, curls both of his palms in the collar of Eddieās shirt, and drags him over the middle console until his foot falls from the glove box.Ā
Eddie is still grinning, but his eyes are wide in shock before Steve leans in and kisses the last bit of brattiness out of him.Ā
It's stupid. He's stupid. It was just sex. Two friends fucking.
He knew that going in.Ā
It was his idea for fuck's sake, and he's still the one that's gotten clobbered by it.Ā
He's cursed, always forming unrequited attachments, so what did he really think was going to happen here? Stupid, stupid.
āŗ read the full seventh and final chapter of How To Lose Your Roommate in Six Weeks [rating: e] on ao3!
This chapter fills the prompt "modern au & sunrise" for @softsteddieseptember as well as "ice & love confession" for @steddiesmuttyseptember and "fall" for @steddiebingo.
This is a sequel to In The Shadow of The Wing! It continues directly from there, please read that first!
Week Four: Toys | wc: 12.3K | rated: E | tags: Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Dating, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Sex Toys, Flirting, Public Masturbation, Falling In Love, Cisgender Steve Harrington, Trans Male Eddie Munson, Trans Eddie Munson, Post-Canon, Humiliation Kink (mild)
Summary & Excerpt
āAre you hungry?ā Steve asks as he gets them inside, and Eddie doesnāt answer because he doesnāt know.
He feels fuckingā
āOr do you want to... you mentioned something about a bed, if youāre still up for that.ā
āYes. That,ā Eddie says, stripping off his jacket as quickly as he can. āI donāt know what kind of magical fairy spell you put on me, but I donāt think Iāll be hungry for food for a while.ā
He mutters that last part to his shoes as he unties them, but Steve hears him anyway, laughing as he puts a hand on the middle of his back.
āYeah,ā he agrees easily, kicking off his own sneakers and batting them into place with his foot.
Eddie does no such thing as neatly line up his shoesāhe has tasks to attend to; dicks to suck, if heās lucky.
This is for week 4 of @steddiesmuttyseptember: "ice" "toys" and @softsteddieseptember "modern au" "sunrise" | rating: E | wc: 2311 | Female Stevie, Transmasculine Eddie Munson |Eddie uses, cunt, pussy, and dick for his bits.
This one goes out to all the freaks in the discord chat. You know who you are š
Summary: Eddie buys a new toy to use with Stevie.
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The sunrise wakes Eddie with a start, reminding him he forgot to close the blinds after his late night. With a groan, he rolls over and checks his phone with one eye open; the email notification makes him sit up in excitement. He opens it and does a happy little jig. According to the tracking information, the special package he ordered for Stevie should arrive this afternoon and he's bouncing off the walls waiting for her to call.
Part of the gift is in his freezer, getting nice and chilled. It's kind of a two for one exploration. Stevie wanted to try temperature play and he wanted to tryā¦ whatever this is.
Three weeks ago, while stoned out of his mind, he was jerking off and ran out of lube. Annoyed, he decided to order it online so he could get the bigger bottle and while on the site he got extremely distracted by the fantasy section. So many different types of toys, he was overwhelmed and confused on how to use them.
Three hours later, he was deep in the well of pornhub videos watching silicone knots disappear into holes, and giant horse dicks somehow squeeze inside places they definitely shouldnāt. Recommended video after recommended video, he couldnāt stop watching; his boxers were soaked, his dick throbbed, and he couldnāt stop picturing fucking his girlfriend with every single one.
After jerking off like crazy, he switched back to the toy site and rolled a d20 to figure out which one to buy. He should have sent it to his place, but he didnāt know how discrete the discrete packaging really was so he typed in Stevieās address without a second thought. Eddie still hasnāt told her exactly whatās in the box just that itās going to be fun for both of them. Now that it's nearly here, he can't seem to think about anything else but stuffing Stevie full.
Itās been a long morning.
He's tried to distract himself with d&d, then TV, then a nap. Now he's cleaning his room in a desperate attempt to avoid jerking off so he doesn't wear himself out. It's only partially working. Thereās only so much he can do to take his mind off the special ice cubes waiting patiently for their little vessel. Well according to the product page itās not exactly little.
One hand reorganizes his dresser, while the other dips past the waist band of his sweats, rubbing along his dick. He clenches his thighs as he does so, hoping to give himself some more stimulation.
It's taking all his concentration not to give in and rub one out that he almost misses his phone ring. With a yelp, he dives over the bed and snags it, sliding the answer button to open up the video call.
āHey, Eds.ā Stevie smiles when she comes into view. Her pretty brown hair is fluffed up and gorgeous, make up perfect, and eyes twinkling.
āHey, beautiful.ā Eddie replies trying to seem cool and collected. His flushed cheeks and blown pupils aren't doing him any favors; based on her smile, Stevie knows exactly what he's been doing.
āThe box came.ā There's a mischievous smile on her lips. She turns the camera to the open box, the toy nestled in it's soft packaging with a pump wrapped around it. Holy shit.
āCome over.ā Is all she says before the screen goes black.
Eddie snags his keys off his bedside table, sprints down the hall, and pulls the frozen tray out of the freezer, tosses it into a nearby grocery bag, slips on his shoes, and hops in the van.
Driving way above the speed limit, Eddie thanks his lucky stars that he doesn't see a single cop on the way. He parks crooked on the driveway and barely remembers to turn the van off and pocket the keys before he's sprinting to the front door.
He doesn't even have to knock before Stevie's yanking the door open and smashing their lips together. Her hands twist into his hair as she pulls him the rest of the way inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
āHello to you too.ā He chuckles as his hands wind around her waist. Pulling her flush against him, he groans when she nips him lightly.
āWhat were you thinking when you bought this thing, Eds?ā Stevie laughs when they finally come up for air. There's no way he can justify this, so he just shrugs.
āI watched Alien and then Shape of Water back to back while high as shit, then jerked off, had to buy lube, and one thing led to another.ā Trailing off, he pulls the ice tray out of the bag in his hand with a smirk. Stevie takes the ice and stares at them for a moment before taking a huge breath.
āMy room. I already laid down a few towels.ā Stevie takes Eddie's hand and leads him up the stairs as quickly as she can.
Once at the top, Eddie snags Stevie around the waist and tosses her over his shoulder, carrying her down the hall. She shrieks happily as Eddie smacks her cute ass as it wiggles back and forth.
Tossing Stevie on the bed, Eddie crawls over her, kissing along her neck. His hands slide under her shirt and cup her tits, groaning when the flesh spills out of his hands. He rubs the pads of his thumbs along her nipples, sucking a bruise into her neck.
Stevie pushes on his shoulder, forcing him onto his heels, whips her shirt across the room, and goes to push down her shorts. Eddie quickly follows suit and soon they're both bare.
āFull disclosure baby. I forgot to bring my strap.ā Eddie smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. With a laugh, Stevie reaches into her bedside drawer, tossing her own harness onto the bed. āThank you darling.ā Eddie tips an imaginary hat.
It takes him a bit longer than usual to slip into the straps and attach the new toy, the tube with the pump at the end dangles a little funny and he has to figure out how to tuck it in. Cold water drips onto the bed as Eddie pushes the little egg shaped ice cubes into the shaft of the toy; he slips a few silicone eggs in, then heās ready. When he looks back up, heās treated to the site of Stevie with two fingers buried inside her cunt, moving them back and forth lazily.
āI was going to do that.ā Eddie pouts playfully as he crawls closer, setting his hands on either side of Stevieās hips. A bit of cold water drips from the tip of the cock onto Stevieās stomach making her hiss.
āWe have a time limit with those bad boys.ā She wraps her hand around the shaft, whimpering softly when she feels the bumps of the eggs. He knows he has to move quickly, but he can't resist pushing three fingers inside her pussy, groaning at the feeling.
āGod baby you're soaked.ā He moans, curling his fingers against Stevie's g-spot, grinning wide when she cries out. Pulling away his hand, Eddie lines up with Stevie's entrance. He watches her pretty pussy clench around nothing a few times before giving her what she needs.
āOh shit that's so cold.ā Stevie whines as the shaft slowly enters her. Shuddering against the feeling, Stevie tries to shimmy away; but, Eddie yanks her back down.
āI know baby, I know. You gotta warm it up for me okay?ā Eddie whispers, pulling out a little then thrusting back in. It's a little difficult given the soft nature of the thing, but he makes it work. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he reaches down to rub Stevie's clit with freezing hands.
āOh, shit.ā Stevie gasps, bucking up into Eddie hand.
āYou like that baby?ā Eddie grins. When she nods, he reaches over to the ice tray and grabs one of the spare egg cubes. His eyes never leave her face as he lowers it to her clit, rubbing little circles on the nub.
Stevieās cry of shock quickly turns to a moan of pleasure as the heat radiating off her pussy melts the ice. Cold water runs down her slit, meeting the base of the toy.
Eddie can't take anymore. He thrusts his hips forward until he's buried as far as he can go, then grabs the little squeeze ball.
āI'm gonna breed your sweet cunt, baby girl. Make you round with my clutch until they hatch.ā Eddie groans pumping the little ball as he pulls out slowly. The eggs slip out of the toy and stay inside Stevie's pussy, keeping her full and pressing on her inner walls.
āHoly shit. It's so cold, it feels so good.ā Stevie whines, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The ice eggs are a little easier to get inside since they've partially melted, but the silicone eggs struggle through.
Eddie grabs the shaft and milks the eggs up until one after the other pop inside his little incubator. When he pulls out, Stevieās stuffed full; a mix of lube, her pre, and cold water, leaks out of her pussy and runs down her ass. He presses on the top of her cunt, groaning when he feels the eggs inside.
āDoes that feel good, baby?ā Eddie murmurs, eyes wide and dark with lust. Stevie only nods, gasping from the pleasure/pain of the cold and the pressure. āYou like being bred by this alien freak, don't you?ā Without waiting for her answer, he crawls between her legs so he's eye level with her pussy.
Spreading her open, he moans low in his throat when her hole clenches. Unable to resist, he licks a broad stroke over her pussy, groaning at the cool skin against his lips. Stevie cries out and winds her hand into his hair holding him in place.
āYou want to cum and then lay my eggs, baby?ā Eddie asks. He licks up the mix of fluids leaking from inside her stuffed cunt. The ribbed silicone egg rubs against his tongue when he slips it in Stevie's hole, swirling around the egg and pushing the toy into her g-spot.
āOh, fuck.ā Stevie gasps, thrusting into his face. With a grin, he sucks her clit into his mouth, rolling the little nub between his teeth. He flicks his tongue against it, then using his finger, he pushes the eggs deeper inside Stevie's pussy.
āCum for me, mama.ā Eddie growls thrusting his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue.
Stevieās legs shake and her back bows off the bed as she clenches hard around the eggs. Eddie can feel her body wanting to push them out, but he holds them in.
āThey're not ready yet, sweetheart. You gotta keep them in a little bit longer.ā He whispers. Once Stevie settles back down, Eddie stands and removes the harness.
Getting back on the bed, he kneels between Stevie's legs and spreads them wide. He has a perfect view of her entrance so he sits back on his heels, spreading his own legs a bit. He reaches down and strokes over his cunt, moaning at how wet he is. Dipping two fingers inside, he thrusts hard from the start.
āYou're so wet baby. I can hear it from here.ā Stevie groans and attempts to move forward. Eddie holds her still as he curls his fingers, crying out as he hits his g-spot. He rubs along the spot, getting closer and closer to the edge.
āI want to watch you lay them.ā Eddie gasps, adding another finger.
Stevie wraps a hand around each knee, lifting her legs higher. His eyes never leave her pussy as she clenches down. Her hole stretches to accommodate the girth then the egg pops out.
āOh fuck.ā Eddie whines. With his free hand, he takes his dick between two fingers, stroking quickly.
āAnother one's coming.ā Stevie moans, pushing a second egg out. This one pops out a little easier and shoots down the bed a bit. Eddie's so close, the sounds of his wet cunt are so loud in the quiet room.
āThere's one more baby. Push it out for me.ā He says breathlessly. It's the biggest one, Eddie needs to see it.
Stevie bares down again, the bottom of the egg is barely visible. It doesn't come out as easily as the others; she relaxes her muscles for a moment and the egg gets sucked back in. They both gasp in pleasure.
Stevie takes a deep breath before baring down again, the egg finally pushing out of her. It's slow going at first, she whines at the stretch. Eddie's panting as he moves his hands faster.
āThis is the hottest thing I've ever seen.ā He whines. āI'm so close.ā
The last silicone egg finally slips out with a distinct popping sound. Stevieās pussy pulses as she relaxes, then Stevie does the unthinkable.
She picks up the eggs and pushes them all back inside. Eddie's eyes roll into the back of his head as cums hard enough to see stars.
āFuck, fuck.ā He cries as he rides it out, thrusting his fingers faster to prolong the feeling.
When he can't take anymore, he pulls his hands off himself and flops down on top Stevie. The motion causes one of the eggs to slip back out and he groans.
āThat was fun.ā Stevie whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Eddie turns to give her a proper kiss and grins.
āYou liked being my incubator then?ā Eddie murmurs. Stevie smacks him lightly in the shoulder for his wording but laughs.
āDo they sell bigger ones?ā Stevie asks with a sly smile.
With a burst of energy, Eddie dives for his phone and opens up his browser.
"Do you ever switch it up?" Eddie asks, laying in bed next to Steve. He might miss this part the most when this ends, the full bed. The warmth of Steve, right at his side.
"What do you mean?" Steve asks, phone in his hand, scrolling. Not really paying attention to Eddie, at least not fully.Ā
"Are you versatile, you know, like, do you pitch and catch?"
Steve puts his phone down on his chest, and turns his head to look at Eddie, "I only played first base."
Then he grins. Steve's teasing. Poking fun at him for the sports metaphor that sounded wrong coming off Eddie's tongue.
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This chapter fills the prompt "toys & vers" for @steddiesmuttyseptember and "wrong number" for @softsteddieseptember.
For @softsteddieseptember prompt "eavesdropping," @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt "wedding night," and @steddiebingo prompt "'Forever?' / 'Why not?'"
Technically part 4/5, but hopefully works as a standalone. Previously: part 1, part 2, and part 3.
Rating: E | CW: unreasonable parental expectations, forced arranged marriage, light angst | Word Count: 4,356 | Tags: royalty AU, omega prince Steve, alpha groundskeeper Eddie, emotional hurt/comfort, eloping, bonding sex | ao3
āYour Majesty, I regret to inform you that I wonāt be getting married to the girl you chose for me, because Iām in love with the groundskeeper.ā
Steve wrinkles his nose. The long carpet muffles his pacing footfalls, but they echo in his head, regardless.
āDo you remember when I was little, and I told you I never wanted to get married unless I was in love?ā
He shakes his head.
āMom, DadāI found an Alpha on my own. Heās been courting me and everything.ā
āFuck,ā he whispers, out loud. None of his potential arguments sound like theyāll convince his parents to call off his engagement, but he knows he has to try. For himself, but also for Eddie. He has to try for the sake of his Alpha.
Wellā¦notĀ hisĀ Alpha. Not yet, even though Eddie said heās willing to take that step as soon as Steve is readyāsomething he needs to prove to himself wouldnāt be a selfish act, trapping Eddie into a life heād hate. Maybe he can abdicate, and they can live a simple life together in town.
But theyāll never get that chance if heās married off to the first girl whose parents agreed to the arrangement. Eddie also offered to join him at breakfast with the king and queen, if only for moral support, but Steve had told him to stay put. Having Eddie hear them snipe at Steve about being āunreasonableā would be a recipe for disaster.
They returned from their trip to the prospective in-lawsā manor house overnight, some time between Eddie scenting Steve all over and the two of them falling asleep in each othersā arms. It was akin to torture, leaving Eddie in bed before taking the time to sink into the beginnings of an actual den together, but heād promised himself to make the confrontation quick. After a kiss for luck, Eddie had told him, āGo get āem, tiger,ā and heād marched all the way down to the foyer, only to stop outside the dining room and start pacing as heād realized he had no idea what to say.
All the pacing has made him late, and thatās not a great start. So he resolves to just speak from the heart, takes a deep breath, and closes the distance between himself and the double doors, where he stops again at the sound of his fatherās voice echoing in the cavernous room.
āā¦rather not wait, either. You know how excited he is to move forward with his royal duties.ā
āHeāll be delighted, Iām sure,ā Steveās mother agrees. āHeās always been so eager to start a family. He can get started right away.ā
āLord knows itāll be a relief to me, too!ā
Listening to their insincere laughter, Steve leans closer to the door. He notices itās slightly ajar, explaining how he can hear them so clearly through the heavy wood. He tilts his head so that his ear is closer to the gap.
Once the laughter dies down, the king goes on, āTo thinkāin a year or two, weāll have a new generation of Harringtons.ā
Steve rolls his eyes.
āKnowing our boy, itāll be sooner,ā the queen says.
āOh, donāt say that,ā the king chides.
āI donāt mean anything untoward, Richard!ā she protests. āIām only saying they could get started as soon as tomorrow night.ā
āYou wonāt find me tempting fate with talk like that, anyway,ā the king says. āNot until heās got that ring on his finger.ā
āWell, itās a good thing youāll only have to wait another day, then.ā
Steveās blood turns to ice in his veins.Ā āTomorrow nightā? āOnly another dayā? Does that meanā?
āWhen are the guests set to arrive?ā
Thereās a short pause, then the king answers thoughtfully, āMid-afternoon, if I recall. That way Steve will have the opportunity to get to know the bride over dinner. That reminds me: make sure his nice suit is laid out for him to greet the wedding party tonight.ā
āWhat do I look like, his valet?ā the queen scoffs, but Steve is hardly listening anymore. In fact, the kingās response is lost entirely as he stumbles away from the door.
He stares at the gap like it personally wronged him. Then he turns on his heel and sprints back down the corridor, up the stairs, and all the way to his chambers, where he charges through the door like heās being chased.
āSteve! How didā¦?ā Eddie trails off, the smile fading from his face as he sits up straighter in bed. āSteve?ā
Steve swallows. He knows he must look manic, but he canāt be bothered to hide it. He can barely pull together the wherewithal to mutter, āTomorrow.ā
āTomorrow? I donāt understand, whatāsā?ā
āThe wedding.ā He swallows again. Itās useless; his throat is still bone-dry as he croaks out, āThe wedding is tomorrow.ā
Eddie raises his eyebrows. Cautiously, he says, āOurĀ wedding?ā
All Steve can do is look at him.
āSteve. Please tell me youāre talking about us. Because if youāre telling me youāre supposed to be getting married to someone else tomorrow, thenā¦ā
He feels his lip trembling, senses his own scent going sour with distress. Still, pitiful eye contact is all he can muster.
āShit,ā Eddie mumbles, shooting to his feet. Heās with Steve in a fraction of a second, holding him close and cocooning him in heady vanilla. Steve breathes it in like heās surfacing from a lake while Eddie murmurs, āShh. Itās okay, sweetheart. Itās okay.ā
āWe wereā¦supposed to haveā¦a few months,ā Steve manages between hiccuping breaths. With his face pressed against the side of Eddieās neck, he sobs even harder than he did the day he learned of the engagement. āA few monthsā¦to convince themā¦ā
Then it all comes crashing down on him: to convince them of what? To convince the king to let his only heir, the key to his dynasty, leave royalty behind altogether? That had never been in the cards. If Steve tried something like that, it would be a one-way ticket to getting locked in a tower like some kind of tragic damsel in a fairytale. Not only would Eddie be banished from the castle groundsāor worseābut Steve would never get to walk in the garden again. He would never be trusted to slip away to his special place among the juniper and ivy. And without the two of them tending it, the garden itself would grow into something unruly that, while undoubtedly still beautiful, would catch the queenās negative attention, prompting her to have it all mown down in favor of something tacky and artificial.
āSteve,ā Eddie coos, āthereās still time.ā
āTime forĀ what?ā Steve sobs. āTime to run away? Disappear? Because thatās the only thing I can think of. And I hate to say it, but Iām not exactly prepared to live on the road or in the wilderness or something.ā
āI think youāre underestimating yourself,ā Eddie says. āBut thatās not what I was going to suggest, anyway. WellānotĀ entirely.ā
His words at least confuse Steve enough to distract him from his tears. āWhat?ā
āWe could run away. Justā¦temporarily.ā
āWhat good would that do? The wedding can wait for me to get back.ā
āNot if youāre already married.ā
Steve narrows his eyes.
Eddie kisses him, quick and rough, then continues to cradle his face in his hands as he says, āWe could elope.ā
āEddieāā
āI mean it! I have a buddy who works at the chapel in town. He can make it official.ā
Steve sighs. āThatās all well and good, but theyāll just have it annulled, and then theyāll banish you.ā
āThen I guess weāll just have to be bonded before they do.ā
He studies Eddieās face for his usual humor, but comes up short. āEddie, thatāsā¦thatās really sweet of you, butā¦ā
āBut what?ā
āWhat youāre suggesting, I meanā¦forever? Really? Youāre willing to put up with me and all this royal bullshitĀ forever?ā
āWhy not?ā InfuriatinglyāendearinglyāEddie actually shrugs and wrinkles his nose along with his easy smile. There must still be some doubt in Steveās expression, because he turns serious in an instant, the tenderness of his fingers on Steveās cheek doing far more to convey his devotion than words ever could.
āYou hate the idea of royalty,ā Steve protests, though his voice quavers, uncertain.
āBut I love you.ā Eddieās hand rakes through the hair at Steveās temple, then circles back down to cradle his jaw. āDarling, I would doĀ anythingĀ for you. Youāre all I need.ā
Again, Steve carefully takes in every inch of Eddieās face, but he struggles to find any trace of insincerity. āYou really mean that, donāt you?ā he whispers.
āI do,ā Eddie replies. He smiles. āI really,Ā reallyĀ do.ā
Steve takes a deep breath and says, āThen I promise you this: if you spend the rest of your life with me, weāll be the last kings Hawkins ever knows.ā
The ceremony was simple. Eddie found his friend at the tavern next door to the chapel, and the bemused patrons were their witnesses. Steveās instinct had been to make the affair as private as possible, but Eddie had pointed out that the more people in town got to share the moment with them, the harder itāll be for the king and queen if they react badly. Because Eddie has long been a presence at the tavern, and because Steve is as well-liked as a somewhat reclusive prince can be, everyone there seemed happy enough to attend their weddingāespecially so when Steve, overcome with the heady feeling of being told to kiss hisĀ husband, bought another round for everyone.
It seems the news traveled faster than they could, too.
As they approach the castle gates on Steveās horse, Sir Hopper himself comes striding up the drive with purpose and greets them as, āYour Highness, andā¦Your Highness.ā Several emotions do battle across his brow, though his uncertainty and mild annoyance are no match for the strength of his convictions, and Steve is fairly certain his amusement at the kingās plans going to hell are going to come away victorious.
āWhy are you on duty? Shouldnāt you be on your honeymoon?ā Eddie asks.
Hopper ignores the question, looks directly at Steve, and says, āHer Majestyās been looking for you, I hear.ā
āWhat for?ā Steve says innocently. He quirks a daring eyebrow and feels Eddie muffling his laughter at the nape of his neck.
Hopper smirks. āI hope you know what youāre getting yourself into,ā he remarks.
āAny tips on married life?ā Steve jokes in return.
āI think thatās a little above my pay grade, kid. Iām just here to tell you your motherās in a tizzy.ā
āYouāre not going to march me to the throne room, are you?ā
āAnd ruin your big day? Joyce wouldnāt ever let me hear the end of it.ā
Steve smiles. Thatās why he likes Hopperāheās always been the only one of the royal guard to treat him like a normal guy, and to treat his parentsā orders as optional. Really, itās the same reason Steve fell for Eddie, and why he had such a rapport with Wayne before he retired and passed down the groundskeeper job.
Itās subdued, but Hopper smiles back. After a moment, he sighs, pretending to be put-upon. āNow if you donāt mind, Iāve got some royal nuisance to round up. Have either of you come across this guy called āSteedā?ā
āNever heard of him,ā Steve quips. āWeird to be named after a horse, though.ā
āThatās what I thought, too. You know, when the queen interrupted my honeymoon to have me to look for him.ā He sighs again, though he canāt seem to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching upward. āWell, then. You gentlemen keep an eye out, and let me know if you see him.ā With that, Hopper gives a casual salute and marches off in the direction of his quarters, just outside the castle grounds. Over his shoulder, he calls, āAnd congratulations.ā
The whole way to the stables, Steve and Eddie both shake with barely-contained laughter, doing their best not to spook the horseĀ orĀ draw attention to themselves.
On the threshold of his chambers, the full weight of what theyāre doing hits Steve. Not in a bad or even an overwhelming way, but in the sense that heās about to get everything he dreamed of. For once, he refuses to look at it critically, analyzing all the implications; he simply lets the warmth of his new reality radiate through his chest.
Eddie Munson, foreverĀ hisĀ Eddie.
He whirls to look at him. āI love you,ā he says, unable to hold it in.
Smiling, Eddie replies, āI love you.ā
Steve crowds into his space, reaches past him to latch the door. He also uses the moment as a shameless excuse to drink in Eddieās scent, bright and sweet. He closes his eyes and whispers, āShow me.ā
He senses Eddie shifting into a squat. Itās the only warning that heās about to be literally swept off his feet. Eddie chuckles at the surprised yelp that escapes him, and as he carries Steve to bed (Our bed, Steve reminds himself), he says, āI intend to show you just how much you mean to me, sweetheart.ā
āTell me, too?ā
āYou mean the world.ā He gently lays Steve across the sheets and crawls in after him. With his face hovering inches away, he adds, āI would rearrange the stars for you.ā
āYou already have.ā Their lips meet, and as Eddie kisses himāmore slow and deliberate than he ever hasāhe smiles at the truth of it. If not for Eddie, he would be dreading a loveless, cordial marriage at sunrise. He would be biding his time until he can finally take over the kingdom, hoping it might finally make him happy.
He doesnāt have to wait. Not anymore. Heās happyĀ now, fortune be damned. The stars were no match for his Alpha.
Steve also canāt imagine the happiness of ruling over Hawkins would ever hold a candle to the joy flooding him now, the sparks of it that fly wherever Eddie touches him. Itās grounding; wonderful. The very essence of comfort.
āHow else should I show you, then?ā Eddie asks. His lips sweep over Steveās cheek to caress the edge of his jaw.
āMake me yours.ā Steve swallows to keep from drooling at the feeling of Eddieās teeth on his skin. āI want you to mark me, so everyone can see.ā
Eddie already knows that much, but he must like hearing it again, because he groans into the crook of Steveās neck, and his hand flexes on Steveās waist. Heās so close to the right spot; in fact, he nudges it with his nose and inhales deeply. āMm. You smell so perfect.ā
āWhat do I smell like?ā Steve canāt help asking, even here in his marriage bed. Then again, maybe itās the perfect time to ask. Heās always been curious how his scent comes across to other people, and his husband seems like the right person to describe it.
āLike jasmine and honeysuckle,ā Eddie murmurs, and he takes another deep breath. It comes back out on a contented sigh. āLike a summer evening.ā He kisses the spot where itās most concentrated and smooths his hand down over Steveās hip.
āItāll be stronger if Iām naked,ā Steve giggles.
āHm. Good point.ā
āYouāll need to return the favor, of course.ā
āOf course,ā Eddie echoes, lifting his head and wrinkling his nose in playful disbelief. āYou think I would deny you that? You think I would be soĀ cruel?ā
āNo, but itās polite to ask.ā
He exhales a laugh, and they make quick work of their clothes. They hadnāt bothered with anything too formal for the wedding itself, knowing they wouldnāt want to deal with so many buttons and buckles afterward, and theyād hardly cared what they would look like anyway. Steve silently thanks his past self for that decision as he settles against a fully nude Eddie in a matter of seconds, breathing his uninhibited vanilla-almond scent.
Skin to skin, with heat passing directly between them, the anticipation builds exponentially. Before long, Steveās hands rub every inch of Eddie that they can reach. His cock stirs, he aches to be filled, and he can even feel his pulse in his toes. āEddie, I need you.ā
āHow?ā The breathlessness of it gives away how far gone Eddie is, too.
āOn my back,ā he murmurs. āI want to see your face.ā
āAs you wish,ā Eddie replies, and he rolls them both over to hover over Steve, holding himself aloft on shaking arms.
Steve uses the new leverage it affords him to spread his legs and bracket Eddieās hips with his knees. The sudden abundance of his scent on the air has a beautiful effect on Eddie, whose eyes widen as his nostrils flare.
āFuck,ā he hisses.
āThatās the idea,ā Steve quips.
The result is a grin and a gentle glare. āI think Iāll beĀ making loveĀ to you from now on, Highness,ā Eddie counters.
āI hope that doesnāt mean youāll be gentle all the time.Ā Highness.ā
āOpposite, really. I wonāt hold back.ā
āPlease donāt.ā He knows Steveās limits better than anybody, perhaps even Steve.
āJust because youāre precious to me doesnāt mean I wonāt give you just what you need.ā
āThen do it. Give me what I need.ā
Eddie sighs another laugh and leans down for another kiss. Itās sweet and chaste, just like the one that surprised Steve in the garden last week, and he realizes what Eddie had been trying to tell him back then, consciously or not:Ā āI love you, darling. I always did.ā
One of the hands that have been all over Steveās chest disappears, and a moment later heās being stretched open, the head of Eddieās cock sliding past his entrance, leading the way for the rest of him. Steve wouldnāt be sure where to separate his whine and Eddieās low hum if he wanted toāthough of course, he doesnāt. Theyāre too perfect in harmony with each other.
āEddie,ā Steve breathes when he stills, buried to the hilt. He reaches up to brush away the hair thatās falling across Eddieās face, tucking it behind his ear. āI think you were made for me.ā
āIā¦god, thereās something about being inside you while I can look in your eyes,ā Eddie replies.
āYou know what might make it better?ā
āMm?ā
Steve cups his hand at the back of Eddieās neck and pulls him closer. He cranes his neck to put his lips right by Eddieās ear. āGive me your knot,ā he reminds him in a husky whisper.
āFuck. Steve.ā
āGet yourself all ready to blow and then stay put. I want it so bad.ā
āI know, baby, I know.ā
āThen move for me, Eds.ā
Eddie rocks his hips, and they both gasp.
āLike that. Holy shit, yes, like that,ā Steve babbles.
He moves again, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming home again. Itās deeper than Eddieās gone since the first time, when theyād both been a little deliriousāSteve from his heat, Eddie from the effect it had on his instincts. How heās managed to give the illusion of being so wild and rough without daring to go all the way again, Steve will never be able to understand. Nor will he ever be able to go back, knowing what itās like to have Eddie all the way inside him without a thick hormonal fog making the memory hazy.
Steve intends to rememberĀ thisĀ with perfect clarity. He plants a special corner in his mindās garden, each flower calling to mind a specific sensation. Vanilla orchids pop up all around as heās surrounded by Eddieās scent. Woody honeysuckle vines cling to every surface the same way his own scent clings to Eddieās skin. Phlox the same pale pink of Eddieās flushed cheeks carpets the groundāa bed as safe and welcoming as Eddieās arms. And at the center of it all, thereās a peach tree in full bloom, sure to yield fruit just as sweet as the feeling of being joined with Eddie this way.
āSteve,ā Eddie sighs. His rhythm, steady thus far, stutters as his knot catches on Steveās rim, and suddenly thereās only so far he can move. Even with Steve wetter than heās ever been outside of a heat, it would take some serious force to pull them apart now.
āI feel it,ā Steve gasps. āKeep going. Make me yours, Eddie.ā As if to drive the point home, he wraps his legs around Eddie, pressing his heel against the small of his back.
Once again nosing at Steveās neck, Eddie hums and murmurs, āForever.ā Thereās not a hint of trepidation in it. Only pure amazement and adoration.
āForever,ā Steve echoes. āYours forever.ā
Eddie mouths at his skin, then experimentally scrapes at it with his teeth.
Alpha fangs against that most sensitive spot send a jolt of pleasure down Steveās spine and flood his whole body with white-hotĀ want. Suddenly, it feels like his skin is on fire, and he whimpers and writhes eagerly. āEddieā¦please, mark me. Please,Ā pleaseā¦ā
His hands scrabble at Eddieās sides, desperate to hold on to him but too frantic to keep still. And then Eddie is sinking his teeth into Steveās tender flesh, and he barely breaks the skin before Steve feels the wonderfulĀ snapĀ that has his body arching into Eddieās and jerking against him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him, only growing more intense the longer Eddieās mouth stays latched onto him.
Eddie whines just as Steveās orgasm is finally waning. Thorns of arousal still prickle at him, though, and he begs, āPlease,Ā Eddie.ā
It seems to be just what he needs, because Eddie shudders, his moans muffled against Steveās skin, and Steve feels what heās longed for all these months. Eddieās cock twitches so violently that he doesnāt even need to keep thrusting. He comes to a halt with his hips pressed close, his cock as deep as itāll go, filling Steve with more cum than Steve was aware he could produce. At least, itĀ feelsĀ that way; maybe thatās just the knot talking.
Regardless, it tips him right over the edge again. He cries out and clutches Eddieās shoulders to keep from floating away as heās overtaken by another, more powerful onslaught. His muscles seize up beyond his control, so tight itās almost painful, but he doesnāt care. Eddie isĀ stillĀ coming, still pumping more cum into him, and a second orgasm was inevitable. Plus, itās not only more pleasure for himself, but itās also bound to leave him a quivering mess that Eddie will be all too glad to soothe to sleep.
āSteve,ā Eddie breathes as soon as he can make himself pull his teeth away. Heās coming down now, but theyāre still held together, and he licks at the new mark, soothing the sting. āMy precious omega.ā
āThank you,ā Steve whispers. āThank you, thank youā¦ā
āNo, thankĀ you, sweetheart.ā He chuckles. āThey say bonding is more intense than regular sex, butā¦wow.ā
āWow,ā Steve agrees with a breathless giggle.
āSoā¦ā
He quirks an eyebrow as Eddie lifts his head to make eye contact. āSo?ā
Eddie grins wide. āWhat should we name our first?ā
Steve laughs and slaps his shoulder halfheartedly. āYou canāt even pull out yet, and you wanna talk baby names?ā
āI was thinking something floral, or at least garden-y. What about Juniper? Could call them Junie for short.ā
He smiles up at his Alpha. After a beat of contented silence, he remarks, āYouāre such a romantic, you know that?ā
āāCourse I do.Ā AndĀ I know you love me for it.ā Eddie smiles back, wrinkling his nose. He moves his hand to the mark he left and smooths his thumb over it.
āI do,ā Steve says.
āThe question isā¦what will the king and queen think of their new son-in-law?ā
āI donāt think theyāll be able to do anything but accept you as you are.ā He swallows. āBesides, I think if they havenāt tried to bust the door down, they might be more okay with it than I realized.ā
Eddie raises his eyebrows. āIs that a possibility? Them trying to barge in on us like this?ā
āSure. Butā¦I think weāre safe. Thereās noĀ wayĀ they havenāt gotten word by now. Theyāre probably busy doing damage control, and I have a feeling tomorrow might be tense, but thatāll probably be the worst of it.ā
āReally? They wonāt try to do something heinous to pull us apart?ā
Steve shakes his head. āTheyāre not evil, just stupid and shallow. They wonāt want to cause a scene. And if we go down to breakfast together, dressed up like a nice royal coupleāā
Eddie interrupts him with a disgusted groan, but heās still got a fond smile on his lips.
āIf we show up acting like being together is the most natural thing in the world,ā Steve goes on, grinning back, āthen they might even think you got their blessing to begin with.ā
Clearly surprised in his amusement, Eddie asks, āThe plan is to make them feel like theyāve gone insane or something? Pretend Iāve been courting you all this time?ā
āHavenāt you?ā Steve can practically feel the mischievous sparkle in the gaze he fixes on Eddie.
Under it, Eddie blushes. āWell, IĀ guessĀ so. If you consider fucking around and refusing to admit how hard I was pining for you ācourting.āā
āI do.ā
He narrows his eyes, and his tone is one of faux-suspicion when he remarks, āYou keep saying those words today, huh? Do they mean something?ā
Steve laughs some more, and he tugs Eddie closer to kiss him silly.
Rating: E; WC: 3562; for @substeveseptember week 4 prompt, taboo, and @steddiesmuttyseptember week 4 prompt, wedding night, and @steddiebingo fill, Regency AU* CW: rough sex, blowjobs, use of objects in sex; Tags: bottom steve, top eddie, sub steve, (meanish) dom eddie, cross-dressing, genderqueer eddie, aftercare (of a fashion), regency romance.
Summary: when Steve meets Lord Munson at a ball, he willingly trades his conventional life for whatever dastardly fate his Lord desires for him. Read on AO3
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Steve huddled into a tight a ball as his chains would allow, hugging his arms around his empty stomach with a metallic chink
He shivered, tasting the salt that stung his chapped lips.
Tonight was his wedding night. Or rather, it was supposed to have been.
This morning, heād been due to trot his palfrey through the cherry orchards to the church with his old chum, Captain Thomas Hagen, sniggering alongside. Thereafter, he shouldāve pledged his troth and bound his ancient name to Miss Nancy Wheeler and her fat dowry.
Instead, he languished in this cold stone dungeon, his hair a chaos in drooping ribbons, his clothes steeped in filth and half-ripped from him. Bruises blossomed from where heād been thrown roughly over the brawny back of a slate-grey stallion and carried off at a gallop; from where a large rough palm had repeatedly smacked his upturned rear.
He discerned a key clunking in a door, far above, then the heavy tread of a riding boot on the spiral stair.
A familiar chill passed down his spine.
He pressed himself to the wall, as if it would swallow him up. Unyielding granite seemed soft compared to the wearer of those boots. Nevertheless, he strove to steel his shredded nerves.
He mustnāt weep nor beg for mercy.
Not for a short while, at any rate.
...
The Hawkins Ball, one month prior
Steve was exceedingly grateful when Robin took to the floor with him, despite the constant threat of collision between her threadbare slippers and his equally scuffed leather pumps. Heād already danced his way through a string of sobbing debutantes, each heartbroken by his forthcoming nuptials to Miss Wheeler.
As for Nancy, sheād had no less than four dances with Steve scratched onto her card.
Sheād passed all of them glancing over his shoulder to where Mister Jonathan Byers lurked in some dimly lit corner. Now, finally, Steve had relinquished her into her true loveās arms. Nancy and Jonathan danced in their own little palace in the clouds, utterly enraptured by the otherās doting eyes.
āLook at them, Robin,ā he grumbled. āRemind me again why I canāt have a happy lavender marriage with you, rather than wed somebody so blatantly obsessed with another?ā
āBecause Iām poor, Steve! Like Jonathan. Like you.ā
Miss Buckley disclosed nothing less than the truth. Steve was heir to a baronetcy and the manor of Hawkins, Hants. Unfortunately, the sprawling estate was mortgaged to the hilt, with not a penny to protect the tapestries of sixteenth-century provenance from the perennially leaking fourteenth-century roof.
āItās all going to be perfectly singular, Steve. Nancyās dowry will solve your monetary woes. Your ancient and illustrious name means her uncle no longer wishes to marry her to that intolerable Earl of Kline. She and Jonathan can do their clandestine thing, and you can carry on as you please.ā
āI know, I know,ā he sighed. āI want to be chivalrous about this, of course I do. Itās justā¦ when I proposed I was deluded enough to believe I was in love with her. And she and Jonathan simply will not or cannot hide their feelings for each other. Sheās already gifted him a locket with a cameo and her hair! Miss Perkins is tittering that Iām a cuckolded husband and Iām not yet wed. The rest of society will follow suit.ā
āI could be your lavender mistress?ā offered Robin, helpfully. āFeel free to use Nancyās fortune to whisk me to Paris or off on the Grand Tour whenever you wish. Some folks believe you and I are up to something wonderfully scandalous anyhow. Theyāll never guess weāre not, so what does it signify? Ow!ā
āSorry!ā Steve cringed, realizing it was he whoād committed the first faux pas with his feet. He slid his hand from Robinās waist and led her from the floor. āLetās drink ourselves silly on that port-wine punch and get the hell out of here.ā
Heād scarce raised the liquor to his lips when a strange hum swept through the company. Silence reared up save the jaunty scratchings of the string quartet. Several illustrious matrons rose from their card tables and sashayed away, crowing for their carriages.
A gentleman had entered the ballroom.
Or, mayhap, not a gentleman.
The newcomerās outfit was onyx-black, his gleaming hessians and skintight pantaloons topped with a battered and decidedly ungentlemanly tricorn hat. Even from a distance, Steve drank in this manās blithe amusement at the befuddlement of polite society.
A wicked smirk spread across incongruously handsome features and did strange things to Steveās knees.
āWhoās that?ā he asked Robin.
āThat,ā she replied, gleefully, āis the new Lord Munson, recently taken up residence at his country seat.ā
āOh. Oh!ā
Steve didnāt need to be reminded of the many and sordid rumours. Gossipers claimed that the young Lord Edward had arranged the slaughter of no less than fifteen members of his close familyāall to get his grubby paws on the title, Munson-de-la-Poer Castle, and ten thousand pounds a year.
āHow anybody could arrange for them all to expire of consumption is quite beyond me,ā scoffed Robin. āHonestly, Lord M is outrageously fun.ā
A strange shiver passed down Steveās spine, and he fortified himself with another swig of the wine. āYou are acquainted with him?ā
āYoung Squire Henderson introduced me. Lord Māheās delighted to be called Eddieāhosts some wonderfully exciting card games, and you know how I adore my tarot. Would you like me to introduce you?ā
āUhā¦ ermā¦ yes?ā
Across the crowded ballroom, Steveās eyes met Lord Mās. An obsidian darkness seemed to pierce to Steveās very soul. Indeed, Lord M made Steve feel like he knew what he looked like without his breeches on.
Munson winked, pivoted on his shockingly high heels, and strolled back out into the night.
Steve cut across the ballroom, ruffling many a well-trimmed bonnet. All he knew was that Munson was the most fascinating creature he had ever laid eyes on. He could not even wait for Robin to politely introduce them.
He must know him better.
He dashed out of the Assembly Rooms and fairly tripped down the steps and onto the cobbled street.
āLord Munson?ā he ventured, voice reedy and small and swallowed instantly by the inky blackness of the night. On thinking he heard a footfall, he dashed after. He became almost instantly lost in a crumbling medieval part of Hawkins where few oil lamps burned to penetrate the gloom.
āLord Mā¦ mmmmph!ā
Someone seized Steve from behind. A fleeting heartbeat laterāterror-struck and convinced he was about to be robbed then garrotted for his painsāhe was thrown against a wall. A blade glinted at his throat. Steve gasped, tipped his chin up like a lamb readying himself for slaughter.
āYou following me, Harrington?ā asked Munson, his face washed golden in the lambent light.
Steve squeaked, āNo?ā
āPoor little rich boys are terrible liars.ā Oh, if only he knew the truth of Steveās poverty. Although, at this instant, the roof of Hawkins Hall was the least of his woes. Lord Munson rammed a knee between Steveās legs, parting them, and Steve swore that blade poised over his quivering lifeblood had slitted the top layer of skin. āYou gonna answer me truthfully?ā
āUmā¦ yes.ā
āThatās more like it.ā
Eddie jammed that knee higher, and Steve squeaked again. He was as thrilled as he was terrified, intoxicated by the furnace-like heat of the body crushing into his. Worse, Munson surely now felt how the contents of Steveās breeches wereā¦ if not immodestly hard, not exactly flaccid.
Eddie grinded himself against Steveās pelvis. Christ have mercy, was that a great wooden truncheon in the place of his loins? An iron rod?
The most delicious grin yet split Eddieās handsome features. āYou like this, donāt ya, big boy?ā
Steve betrayed himself, betrayed everything, with the merest teeny nod.
...
That first night in that reeking sewer of an alley, Lord M forced Steve to his knees and crammed his imperious manhood in Steveās mouth.
Steve hadnāt a notion what he was doing, save an irresistible urge to obey, to please. Heād kneaded and pawed Munsonās balls, savoured that great rod with his tongue within the limited bounds afforded to it, gobbling up salt, sweat, something uniquely potently him. Soon, all he could do was take. Lord M rutted his mouth, good and hard, balls slamming his lips and cheeks, shaking him so ferociously his brains seemed to rattle with it. He gasped the putrid air through his nose, saw stars spin overhead. Too soon, he was choking on the scorching gush of seed.
Munson dragged his rod free, then smoothed Steveās sticky hair till he stopped gagging and breathed deeper againādeep enough to whimper with shame and sheer confusion.
āAh, dirt becomes you, my sweet one.ā Lord M stooped to take Steveās face in his hands, with a tenderness that unhinged Steve, the hot press of tears nigh choking him anew. Munson chafed his be-gloved thumbs along the curve of Steveās cheekbones: āI would just as soon see this pretty face framed with ringlets, and dress you in the finest Parisien silks and crinolines, as if you were my wife.ā
It was all too confusing, too much.
āIād rather rot in a dungeon,ā Steve murmured, flinching from Eddieās touch.
āThat can be arranged, pretty one.ā
Steve blinked hard, lest the swirl of his emotions pitch him into a swoon. Thereafter, he craved Lord Mās rough treatment like the opium-eater craved their pipe, yearning through every waking hour and every lust-drenched dream.
Next, theyād trysted at a ruined shack in the forest, and Steve was putty in Munsonās hands. Lord M hog-tied him, gagged him, and then slavered his vulnerable rear with pig-fat.
āNeed to prepare you for your special night, my little piggy,ā Munson had mocked, and then heād stuffed Steve with his fingers, knuckle-deep then deeper, till clunky silver rings grazed Steveās virgin opening. Steve whined into the coarse cloth gag, sucking and chewing, because he needed so much more.
āWhat a greedy little hole you have.ā Eddie twisted inside him, sharp and brutal, before dashing free. āNot big enough for me. I want to hurt you, but not like that, not today.ā
I want to hurt you.
Shivers rushed up and down Steveās spine. They were, thoā he loathed himself for it, delicious.
Eddie worked Steve wide with something hard, cold and unyieldingāthe hilt of an old dagger, which he oft kept hooked at his waist with his dualling pistol. Indeed, many whispered he robbed fine folk for sport with such weapons, slit their throats for thrills.Ā Ā
Steve didnāt care what Munson was anymore, other than that which he already knew.
Munson was the devil.
Steve worshipped this devil.
And here Steve languished, letting the devil violate him with this base tool, tweaking and stirring at Steveās helplessly clenching insides. To pile on the indignities, Munson left the dagger protruding from its obscene sheath, while he stroked himself to crisis and spattered his seed across his quivering prey.
The next day, Steve walked with a highly modish cane, lest he betray his limp. Despite aches that set him wincing, he, like Miss Wheeler at the ball that fateful night, danced in a palace in the clouds. Ā The pressure of providing for his family, of keeping up the sagging roof, had somehow vanished into the ether.
In that temper, he received Miss Wheelerās note. She and Byers had decided to elope.
Steve dispatched a missive of his own to Lord M, who duly abducted him with violence on the morning of his nuptials.
Now, in the cellars of Munson-de-la-Poer Castle, Lord M loomed over him, candlelight glinting off well-buffed boots and that wicked, wicked smile. Steve straightened his sagging spine, which proved an effort.
āYou are weak,ā said Munson, and it was true. Steve could not recollect the last time heād eaten; his jangling nerves had destroyed his appetite for food. Eddie crouched down, pinched Steveās drooping chin and held a silver flask to his lips. āDrink, my darling.ā
Steve sippedāthe finest Bordeaux claret, thoā watered down for better digestion, heād wager. When Munson gripped his hair, tipping his face up, Steve did his best to sup more.
āAre you enjoying your dungeon?ā
Steve knew not what to say. Yes, he had hankered for thisāRobin would blame it on his feasting upon too many gothic romance novels. Unfortunately, he was wracked with such aches and shivering so badly, he was no longer excited by it. Ā On the contrary, he feared he may catch a chill, sicken and die.
āWould you like me to tether your chains to that rusty meat hook on the ceiling, and whip you soundly so you may dance for me on your wedding night?ā
A befuddled whine escaped Steveās now thoroughly clogged throat. He wanted to be in this manās power, more than anything. His bodyās reactions to being used and abused by Munson were ungodly in the most thrilling sense, and yetā¦ and yetā¦
Oh, sweet Jesus, Harrington, what have you got yourself into?
Before his addled mind could regroup and articulate, he found himself enfolded in strong arms, huddled tight against a solid chest.
āI jest with you, my pretty pet,ā said Eddie. āNow, I have treated you to your dungeon. It is your turn to treat me.ā
Time now passed in a sumptuous blur. Eddie helped him up that winding stair and into the castle. He bathed him in a copper tub filled with warm soapy water and scented with rose petals. The servants hovered discreetly in the shadows to tend to their every whim.
āHow do you stop them gossiping?ā Steve said, betwixt sucking his Lordās fingers clean of the candied fruit he was being hand fed.
āI pay them extremely well. I gift them and their families a fat hog and a barrel of the finest malmsey wine each quarter. Most pertinently, I tell them they can speak freely of everything they see. The truth cannot rival the lies that are told about me.ā
The next few minutes proved Steveās favourite yet. Eddie helped him out of the tub, bare and dripping, steadying him with a firm hand clasped on the shallow swell of Steveās hip. Eddie dabbed him dry with the softest linen, then slavered him with arnica lotion, lavishing gentle attention to his every bruise and welt.
āI see you are half-mast for me already,ā murmured Eddie. He kneeled before Steve, his breaths scorching Steveās loins far hotter than the fire they stood before. āBe patient, pet.ā
Eddie jumped up and departed, without as much as a āby your leave.ā
āWha..?ā
Steve had barely hooked his arms around his heaving ribs, before a servant arrived to help him into velvet breeches and a coral-pink coat, and to groom his hair back to sculpted and perfumed perfection. To be honest, Steve had not wanted to be dressed. Heād have rather remained all wriggling, naked and blushing pink for his master to have his wicked way with him.
Nevertheless, he remained biddable, thankful even. He was shown to a great hall, with a lofty hammerbeam roof.
Tentatively, he stepped into the cavernous space, which glowed with the lights of many dozen candles. The most beautiful woman heād ever seen glided from the shadows at the far end, their face framed with jet-black curls and crowned with a peacock plume.
āLord M?ā gasped Steve, as minstrels in the gallery struck up a blood-stirring Bohemian dance.
āBefore you get ideas above your station, you must be sure of one thing.ā Eddie strode near and offered Steve their hand, which dripped with enormous rubies and black diamonds. āWhether I choose to be master or mistress, I always lead.ā
āI thought you wished me to wear the ringlets.ā Steve pouted, teasing, attention drifting down Eddieās billowing emerald-green gown.
āYou will be whatever I wish you to be, at whatever time I choose.ā Plump rouged lips sealed over Steveās, a ravishing, claiming kiss, that left only one truth in Steveās mind:
You are not the devil. You are an angel. My terrible, wonderful, immaculate angel.
Eddie twirled Steve across the creaking floorboards, till Steve was swooning with happiness and exhaustion, his feet growing sore. His mistress pointed out that the time had now come for him to yield up his maidenhead, and they led him up the tallest turret of the castle. Eddie folded him over the battlements, beneath a vast and starry night.
It was like a dream, while a touch on the chilly side.
After a rustling of crinolines, and not a little blaspheming, Eddie ripped Steveās breeches down and worked him open, swiftly and a little roughly. Soon, Steve braced himself beneath the heat and weight of Lord Mās body. He gaped out across the silent, sleeping downlands, and knew heād never been so hungry, so aroused in all his days. He felt the lick of night air, then the drag of that heavy dick as they lined themselves up.
That great bulbous cockhead popped through Steveās well-greased ring and slowly split him apart. Steve wailed and gasped then wailed his head off.
Eddie did not take him gently. They fucked and fucked and ruthlessly fucked, and Steve bitched and cursed to the high heavens, provoking Lord M into riding him harder. He cursed for real, when Munson seized the hand with which he was trying to frisk himself. Eddie twisted it cruelly into the small of Steveās back and used it as leverage to swive him rougher still.
Such was Munsonās power, Steve half-feared heād be launched straight over the battlements and tumble to his death. Eddie pistoned away like some new-fangled industrial machine, and it was all too much, too overwhelming. The fear, the thoroughness of the claiming, this soldering of their bodies and their souls utterly undid Steve. He needed to be consumed, to be subsumed into this Goddess-like beast, and he was leaking shamefully, his free fist beating and his toes curling. Eddie finished inside him at long last, with several brutal, bowel-plundering thrusts, and a scream of, āMy pet, my only darling!ā
Somehow, the scant friction of the ancient wall had Steve juddering to crisis in nigh perfect harmony. Before his keening wail had died, however, Eddie collapsed, boneless, on top of him, blanketing Steveās quivering form with their own.
āWas it worth it?ā whispered Eddie, while Steve battled to catch his breath. Ā āWorth it, knowing that everything you once stood for must crumble to dust? That youāre mine forever, my darling, my slave? That you may do nothing without my permission, ever again? That I may punish you if you disobey? And, if it pleases me, cause you the most exquisite pain even when you do?ā
Only one misgiving scampered across Steveās addled mind. āMay I still see Miss Buckley, my Lord?ā
Eddie snorted amusedly. āIf this dump still had a full moat and a working drawbridge, I doubt I could keep that indomitable wench out.ā
āI am glad you have learned to beg so nicely. For that, you may sleep in my bed with me.ā
Eddie rose to reattach those voluminous petticoats. Steve crumpled to his knees, brow to the crenelated wall, heart swelling with gratitude and affection.
He did not mind his dungeon, if thatās what his lord chose, but he prayed he may escape a while. He groaned yearningly at the prospect of Lord M scooping him into those strong arms, carrying him over the threshold of a cosy bedchamber with a soft feather bed, satin pillows andā¦
āI will take you to my bedchamber tomorrow, me thinks,ā said Eddie. āAfter I have had time to install the prerequisite chains and ropes. My blacksmith is working on them, and you will need a collar, of course.ā
A short while later, Eddie deposited Steve back in a dungeonāalbeit a relatively cosy one with a straw cot and a hearth that radiated a fierce heat given its meagre scale. He threw a coarse wool blanket over Steve, smacked his cool and clammy brow with a brief kiss and retreated toward the spiral staircase. āI will feed you before dawn, pet. Not that youāll know if itās night or day in here. Later, I might garnish you with those pretty ringlets.ā
He snuffed out his candle and left Steve huddled in the darkness, with a small smile twisting on his fraying lips.
That was not exactly how heād expected his wedding night to be.
No, indeed, Harrington, you dared not expect it. What has come to pass, unworthy though you are, is the wedding night of your most wild and wondrous dreams.
*yeah, erm, I left regency au till last, as it brings out all my worst habitsā¦ I didnāt want this to be so long but got carried away, whoops sorry etc. Also, I wasn't sure if this was going to be done by the end of sept, so it is also my launch-off fic for whumptober days 1, 2 and 4 (lamb to the slaughter, ceremony, sewer, iron rod) Clearly, I love prompts too much and I came too soon.
@steddiesmuttyseptember Week 4: pool / ice
Rated: E
12,946 words
Read it on AO3 (must be logged in)
additional tags (š«£): undernegotiated kink, pool sex, ice play, object insertion, degradation and a little praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, tiny bit of virginity kink, a little feminization, overstimulation, lots of dirty talk (including discussion and references to: rimming, dubcon, somnophilia)
content warnings: aforementioned under-negotiated kink & dirty talk about dubcon and somnophilia
Teaser:
Steve's breath hitches, but he stops Eddie with a hand on his sodden t-shirt, and steps back.
"Inside," he says, voice rough. "And dry off first, you're gonna ruin the hardwood."
And it's stupid and silly but Eddie can't help himself, and somehow it seems like Steve doesn't actually mind the stupid and the silly.
"Hardwood?" Eddie says, waggling his eyebrows, and sure enough, Steve snorts, grinning.
"You didn't even manage real innuendo, dork, you just repeated the word," Steve says as he heads to the lounger where his towel is draped.
"The word is the innuendo, Steve," Eddie protests, following.
"Lazy," Steve retorts, wiping himself down.
And there's no point wasting time with his shirt, so Eddie sheds it first and drapes it over the chair to dry out here. He knows no one will see it in the private back yard, but something inside him stirs in satisfaction at the thought that maybe, against the odds, someone will. Maybe some scandalized neighbor will catch sight of his boots and the Megadeth t-shirt, and they won't understand, not really, but they'll know something is strange, incapable of comprehending the reality that some metalhead is fucking Steve Harrington.
Then Steve passes over the damp towel, eyes blown and dark, like Eddie's scrawny chest and tattoos are the hottest thing he's seen. Sure, Eddie's not as skinny as he used to be, but he's still nothing to write home about.
"Did they hurt?" Steve asks, breathless as Eddie begins to dry off.
"A little," Eddie says, and pauses in ineffectually trying to wring out his shorts while still wearing themāwhy is he bothering with these either? He peels them off and throws them with his shirt, leaving him in threadbare boxers.
Then he tosses the towel over his shoulder so he can step forward and wrap his fingers around that trim waist. "Why do you ask?" he murmurs, fingers gently stroking Steve's back where he knows that bat is, "Thinking of making this permanent?"
Steve shivers.
"Maybe," he whispers back, then he pulls the towel up over Eddie's head, covering his face. "Finish drying off."
Rating: E š Words: 1.6k š Tags: One Year Anniversary, Pool Sex, slight Dom/sub, Overstimulation, Dom Top Eddie, sub Bottom Steve
For: @steddiesmuttyseptember - Pool
@softsteddieseptember - Anniversary
@steddiebingo Round 2 - Rough Sex
Part 1
Ao3
Steve was vibrating, he was so fucking excited. It was their one year anniversary and Steve had plans.
Earlier in the evening theyād made dinner together, Eddie had brought home flowers theyād put in a Death Star vase on the table, and Steve gave Eddie the abstract painting of his favorite scene from Lord of the Rings Steve had commissioned Will to paint. Afterwards, theyād made their way to bed and made the sweetest, slowest love to each other theyād had in all their one whole year together. And then they fell asleep wrapped in each otherās arms. It was gentle and sweet and perfect.
Steveās plans were considerably less sweet.
He set the note on his pillow, grabbed his prepared bag, set the alarm on his side of the bed, and headed out, leaving a trail of rose petals to the hallway.
-
Eddie jolted awake to Steveās alarm blaring through the room. āSteeeeve,ā he said sleepily, patting an arm over at Steve.
Steve wasnāt there.
Eddie stretched to smack the alarm off and propped himself up, looking blearily around the room. Odd.
He laid back down, face smushed to Steveās pillowā¦and a piece of paper. He hummed to himself, rolling to flick a lamp on, and read the note Steve left for him.
Come find me <3
Well, never let it be said Eddie canāt follow directions. He rolled out of bed, feet hitting soft petals. Eddie pulled on a pair of boxers and let the flowers lead him to his Stevie.
The hall was lit with the shifting blue light from the pool above him. The petals stopped halfway down the hall.
Eddie looked around for another clue. Someoneās shadow flickered along the walls. Of course there was someone swimming at three oāclock in the morning. He glanced up to see which of the older residents was doing laps when they couldnāt sleep-
Fuck.
Eddieās jaw literally dropped open in shock, his hand hitting the wall for support.
Steve.
Naked.
His feet planted on the glass separating them, head tipped back so all Eddie could see was his lusciously covered chest.
And his hand slowly stripping his cock.
Found you, baby.
-
Sweat clung to Steveās lip and hairline. The water was warm and the room was humid. And he was unbelievably turned on.
Knowing Eddie would see him like this, on display for him, performing for him, Steveās gut clenched. He reached a hand down to squeeze himself, wanting to last. Needing Eddie with him, in him, when he came. It was their anniversary after all.
Theyād joked about doing this, that first time Eddie showed him his place and told him how couples would use the pool without regard for Eddie seeing themā¦or maybe because Eddie might see them. Though the exhibitionists did taper off once Steve moved in. Especially, since Steve had no problem whatsoever making sly, bitchy comments to said neighbors when they ran into each other in the buildingās restaurant, all said with a smile, of course.
Steve reached over, digging around in the bag for the lube. He added a few drops to his hand, reaching back in the water, pressing a flat palm against his cock, trapping it against his belly.
Eddie, where was Eddie? Steveās chest heaved, hips humping upward, using his own hand to find relief. His head tipped back, mouth open sucking in air. He was getting too close. He just needed-
āLook at you, baby.ā
Eddieās voice sliced through the pulses of arousal fogging his head. Steve found Eddie through blurry eyes, stalking along the lap pool down toward him, focused and predatory ā naked, hard, sleep wild curls hanging around his shoulders, Steveās mouth watered.
āSuch a pretty show you put on. And all for me? How did I get so fucking lucky.ā
āEddie,ā Steve panted out, breaths coming out quick, hips still shifting up and back, lost in the movement of the water.
āBaby,ā Eddie tsked, āyou couldnāt even wait for me to find you. Got all worked up on your own, donāt even need me.ā
Steve let out a cry, reaching out toward Eddie. āNooo, I do. I need you. Please, Eddie.ā
Eddie crouched, swishing a hand through the water, droplets cooling Steveās heated skin. āWell, then. How can I deny you when you look so pretty and fucked out.ā
With a smile, Eddie slipped into the water. Steve smiled back, lifting his chin as Eddie pushed through the water to press a soft kiss to his lips. Steve hummed as Eddie cupped his hips, pushing him hard against the wall, the water splashing out around them, bringing their bodies flush to each other.
Eddie lined their cocks up between their bodies, moving his hips rough and uncoordinated. He tipped his lips against Steveās ear, āThis all you wanted, baby? Better than your hand, at least?ā
Steve shook his head, rubbing their noses together, and twined his arms around Eddieās neck. He pecked Eddie on the lips and looked up through his eyelashes. āWant you to fuck me, Eddie. Please? Want you to make me yours for everyone to see.ā
Eddieās besotted smile turned sharp. Steve shivered, his belly tightened and his hole pulsed with need.
Eddie slid a hand into his hair, fisting hard against his scalp, tipping his head back. With teeth against Steveās throat, he growled, āHoney, the entire building knows youāre mine.ā
He licked up Steveās neck, sucking and nipping along the corded muscle. Steve whimpered, angling to give him more room, more skin to mark. It wasnāt enough though. No, he needed Eddie in him and he was tired of asking nicely.
Steve tightened his arms around Eddieās shoulders and pressed his back to the wall, letting the water lift him up, letting him easily wrap his legs around Eddieās waist. He reached down to line Eddie up with his hole-
āTsk, baby, youāre so impatient. Couldnāt even let me take my time with you after making me track you down in the middle of the night.ā
Steveās eyes fluttered, tears pooling along his lashes. āEddie, please.ā
Eddie ran a thumb under his eye, catching a stray tear, shushing him gently. āOkay, baby. Youāve been so good for me, setting up this little surprise, being so polite. Iāve got you.ā
Eddie pressed a soft kiss against his lips, hooked his fingers under Steveās ass and thrust up in one hard swift motion.
Steve gasped as the tears broke free, digging blunt nails into Eddieās bare shoulder. He was still open from earlier and heād added more lube when heād gotten in the pool, but fuuuck.
āBrace yourself,ā Eddie commanded, firm hands holding Steveās hips flush to his pelvis, he stepped away from the wall. Steve fell back, laying bent arms on the ledge, fingers curled hard around the lip of the pool. His head fell back, hair brushing the floor with each of Eddieās hard thrusts, Steve letting him ā begging him to ā use him.
Steve couldnāt catch his breath, hiccuping out cries and pleas. He was nearly horizontal across the water with no leverage to push back or slow Eddie, using all his strength to just stay on the ledge. But Eddie had him ā fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, thrusting hard and rhythmic, making waves of water splash out all around them, darkening the concrete.
āTouch yourself, Stevie. Come on my cock.ā
āAh! I donāt- I canāt- Ed-ā Steve wanted to tell him heād fall if he let go of the ledge, but his head was getting fuzzy and words were getting hard. Tears fell into his hair.
Eddie stepped forward, hooking Steveās ankles behind his back. āCome on, baby, up you go.ā He pulled Steve off the wall, hugging him to his chest. Steve pressed his face into Eddieās hair, hooking an arm around his neck, he slid a hand down between their bodies to wrap around his cock.
Eddie bounced him on his cock, the waterās buoyancy helping him keep a quick pace. Steve cried out, sinking teeth into the meat of Eddieās shoulder. He stroked his cock, one, two, three times before he was tensing up, shuddering in Eddieās arms. The cock within him suddenly felt too big, still thrusting up into his tight hole.
Steve draped himself over Eddie, loosely holding himself up, letting Eddie use his body. Eddie kissed along his shoulders, his arm, breaths panting hard into his skin. With one last hard thrust, he came deep within him, squeezing Steve to him in a desperate hug.
-
Eddieās breathing slowly evened as he stood in the pool holding a limp Steve in his arms.
āBaby? You awake?ā He brushed Steveās hair back from his tear stained face.
āMmmm,ā Steve hummed with his eyes closed, but smiling and rubbing his cheek along Eddieās shoulder.
Eddie chuckled, dropping a hard kiss to Steveās cheek. āJust realizing now that post sex check outās a lot easier when weāre already in our bed. I see you brought a bag, though. Okay, let me just prop you against the wall here.ā
Eddie pulled the bag closer and dug through it, finding a couple towels and their silk robes. Thatāll work.
It took some bodily maneuvering and then bringing Steve further back to reality, but they finally made their way back down to their apartment. Steve tried to fall into bed, already nearly asleep, but Eddie pulled them into the shower for a rise off. He patted them dry and then let Steve crawl into bed, Eddie right behind him.
They curled together, asleep in seconds, content, sated, and secure in the knowledge that this anniversary was only the first of the rest of their lives.
Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember - prompts were wedding night | toys | pool | ice
Betaed by @fkinkindagauche (check out their fic Harrowing before Ao3 goes down!)
This fic is rated Explicit
WC: 5.5k
Main tags: Steve Harrington has bad parents, Service Top Steve, Power Bottom Eddie, Breaking and Entering, Homophobia, Porn with Feelings, Hurt / Comfort
Summary:
āMy love. My darling. My vanimelda. Would the Harringtons really call the cops when they know itās going to leak that their only son had to break into his own house to get his birth certificate back?ā Eddie sucks Steveās earlobe into his mouth. āThen fucked about it on their bed?ā
Maybe itās the hot tongue playing with the sensitive parts of his ear. Maybe itās the feeling of Eddieās rings pressing into his ribs. Maybe itās the pinch of Eddieās hands pulling at the roots of his hair. But the idea is sounding more and more convincing as Steve considers it.
āOk, you know what? Letās do it. Letās give those fuckers a show.ā
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Or, Steve and Eddie break into the Harrington mansion to grab Steve's documents. Then they fuck about it
Read the rest below, or on Ao3
When Steve is seventeen, he has a perfect life mapped out for him by his loving parents. Heās on his way to Brown (or was it Columbia? Not that it matters). Heāll major in economics with a minor in business. Then heāll go work at his dadās insurance firm and make a seven figure salary and own homes with spiral staircases and fancy ice-makers.
He gets drunk at his graduation party. Tries cocaine for the first time with other teenagers that know theyāll never face anything worse than stern words and a slap on the wrist. Tommy is there. Tommyās always been there. Tommy was there for his swim meets. Tommy was there for his birthdays. Tommy was there when Steve had his first heartbreak and Tommy will be there for the next one.
Steveās seen Tommy every day, since kindergarten actually, when Tommy offered to play firetrucks with him. But today, Steve finally realizesā¦ Tommy is hot.Heās resplendent under the tacky disco lights. Steve canāt stop looking at the strong lines of his neck, at the way his freckles stretch along with his grin, at the way his eyes sparkle. He canāt stop feeling the warmth of Tommyās handsāon his shoulders, around his waist, on his back, inching lower and lower.
Because when Steve is seventeen, and he thinks about his future, he feels nothing but empty dread. He lets his father drag him to reunions with his fraternity brothers and listens to them talk about nothing but work, and how they should trade favors back and forth. He listens to his father going on and on about property value and all heās done for Steve and how much heās spent until it feels like thereās a vice wrapped around his lungs, slowly squeezing the air out.
But when Steve is seventeen, and heās with Tommy Hagan, whether theyāre goofing off or studying or trying to pick up girls or just generally being stupid fucking teenagers, Steve can breathe. And maybe thatās why, when Steve is seventeen, and heās drunk and high at his graduation party, and heās watching the disco lights dance across Tommyās beautiful face, Steve leans in. Tommy does too.
And for one night, thereās nothing but sweetness and anticipation.
The next morning, Steveās father yanks him out of bed. He shoves a grainy photo of Tommy and Steve to his face and demands an explanation. When Steve gives one, heās dumped outside with nothing but the clothes on his back and the key to his Beemer. Steve calls Tommy only to find that Tommy changed his number.
So when Steve is seventeen, when his future is shattered in the span of a few hours, he has no one to turn to except Claudia Hendersonāhis old nanny. She takes one look at his teary eyes and pulls him into her house. Doesnāt take no for an answer as she gets him clothes and supplies and makes a bed for him in the basement. Dustin kneels beside Steve as he cries on the floor and promises they were always brothers, and they will always be brothers.
Steve turns nineteen as a Henderson in all the ways that matter. He has no future and no money. He takes whatever minimum wage jobs he can get under the table. He runs a silly ghost hunting channel with Eddie, Dustin and Robin. He spends all his free time driving Dustin and the kids around or goofing off with his friends.
He canāt think of anyone else heād rather be.
----
āGood morning,ā Mrs. Harrington states over the phone.
Steve didnāt recognize the number. He recognizes the voice though. Even after two years of no contact, Mrs. Harringtonās voice fills him with dread.
āHow did you get this number?ā
āOf course I have your number, Steve.ā Mrs. Harrington chuckles. āItās been too long.ā
āYeah, I guess.ā Steve can feel Eddie start to stir beside him. He cups his boyfriendās ass. Squeezes. Two years of no contact. Itās just like her to pretend it was all his fault.
āWell, Iām sure youāre busy,ā Mrs. Harrington eventually says after either a few second or hours of awkward silence. āSo Iāll make it quick. Tommyās getting married!ā
āTommyā¦ Tommy Hagan?ā
āYes. Lovely girl he met at college. His folks just relocated to Puerto Rico for the sun, so weāre letting them host the ceremony and reception at the old summer home. You remember? By the lake? It had gorgeous woods.ā
āCongratulations to the happy couple,ā Steve says robotically. Tommy. Married. He couldnāt even have graduated college yet. How? Why?
āIāll send Carl over to pick you up at three pm sharp. Youāll need a good tux for the wedding.ā
āIā¦ the wedding?ā
āOf course! Youāre his best friend, and youāre the son of the hosts. You canāt miss the wedding.ā Mrs. Harrington laughs, as if Steve is being the unreasonable one. āThe best part is, Tommyās new brother-in-lawānameās Chad by the wayāruns a management company specializing in influencers. Heās been dying to pull in some real estate content, and heās very interested in talking to you about theā¦ā She hesitates. āThat real estate show you do. Don Ghosties?ā
āDon Qui Ghoste,ā Steve stammers out. āAnd itās not a real estate show. Itās aāā
āOh, itās all a matter of framing. Now. Donāt be late!ā
āI canāt justāā
āSteve, youāre not missing your best friendās wedding. Especially when it comes with such a great opportunity,ā Mrs. Harrington says sharply.Steve knows he should slam the phone down. Tell this woman to fuck off. He clutches the phone instead and tightens his grip on Eddieās butt so hard Eddie squeaks, suddenly wide awake.
He should say something. Instead, the silence lingers.
āSweetie,ā Mrs. Harrington finally says. āI know weāve had some rough times, but your performance has been admirable during the time you were away. You deserve this break. Besides, if you come to the wedding, we could talk about arranging a good time for you to pick up some of the stuff you left at our place.ā
āMyā¦ stuff?ā
āYes darling. Weāve been keeping it safe for you. Your documents, and memorabilia. All the things you forgot to take. Itād be a shame if they got lost now wouldnāt it?ā
Steve is struck speechless. She hangs up after a satisfied chuckle. Steve falls back into Eddieās arms.
āWho the fuck was that?ā Eddie asks, voice deep and scratchy with sleep. Normally, that voice would get Steve revving up from zero to sixty in seconds, ravenous for his boyfriendās mouth and tongue and ass, sleep stank or morning breath be damned. But right now, he just wants to be out of his body. He feels plastic. Small. Broken. Eddie sits up behind him to pull him in close. āStevie. I asked you a question,ā Eddie says gently.
āMrs. Harrington,ā Steve says eventually.
Eddie tightens his grip. Steve leans into it. Relishes the tight pressure. āWho the fuck does that bitch think she is? Does she want to apologize? Because Robin and I are going to make sure she fucking grovels. Weāll show up with fucking weapons andāā
āSheās not apologizing,ā Steve says. He snorts at the ludicrous image of the Harringtons apologizing for anything. āYou remember Tommy?ā
āThat asshole.ā
āYeah, heās getting married.ā
Eddie makes a quizzical squeak but otherwise lets Steve continue. Eddieās good at thisāat waiting for Steve to get his words in order.
āAnd sheā¦ she called because sheās hosting, and she wants me to be there and pretend everything is ok. Sheās sending the family driver over this afternoon so she can put me in a tux.ā
āSo what youāre saying is weāre spending all day somewhere else today.ā
āNo, what Iām saying isā¦ Iām going to be gone this afternoon and I guess, whenever that stupid wedding is happening.ā
āWhat?!ā Eddie squawks and pulls away. Steve hangs his head in shame. He knows Eddie would never do this, nor Robin. But heās not half as brave as they are.
āThey have my passport. My birth certificate. Myā¦ fucking everything,ā Steve mumbles out. āI canāt even prove I graduated high school, and I might finally have a chance to get it all back. Iāll be able to get actual jobs then. Have health insurance.ā
āThis sucks,ā Eddie says vehemently as he yanks Steve back into his embrace. āYou need me for any of it, you need me to come with, just call and Iāll drop everything and be right at your side OK?ā
Steve nods as he buries his face into Eddieās chest then breathes in deep. Eddie lets them settle back into silence.
------
Not a single day went by when Jenny Harrington didnāt think about her son. From the moment he was born, he was the first thing she thought of and the last thing she dreamed of. Was he hitting his milestones? How were his grades? What could she do to help? Was he prepared for his future? She didnāt have the time to physically be with himāshe had her own cosmetics empire, and Dick constantly needed help with his dinky insurance shop. But Steve grew up with the best nannies and tutors money could buyānot that it did much good.
Jenny hates when Dick is right. He gets so unbelievably smug. But in this case, he was right. Sheād wanted to settle with rehab and a stern talking to when Steve got so messed up on cocaine heā¦ anyway, she had wanted to send him to rehab. Dick was adamant Steve had to hit rock bottom. And sheās got to admitāDick was right. Steve bounced back from rock bottom quite beautifully.
Dick is still a little miffed that Steve is setting himself up to go into new mediaāheād wanted something more solid like finance. But Jennyās seen how much influencers like Steve can make. They serve an important role in the ecosystem. Besides, the new economy of social media stardom would probably be kinder to those living Steveās lifestyle. Heād gotten so far without her help. With her help, he was going to be unstoppable. Maybe even a movie star (Jenny knows not to get her hopes up too far, but Steve tested so well with the Millenials ā both women and men).
Jenny admires the way Steve charms the whole room, easily upstaging the groom (though thatās not a high bar reallyāTommyās acting like heās at a funeral, not his own wedding). She wishes Steve hadnāt brought his friend Eddie. Heāsā¦ alright. Sheād tried and failed to coax him into a matching Armani tux with Steve, and he looked bedraggled and out of place, especially next to Steve. The best she was able to do was some Chanel blazers and Hermes pants. She tries not to wince at the tattered shirt heās wearing. At least he has the good sense to realize heās not wanted in photos.
Too soon, Steve comes to find her and Dick at their table by the pool.
āWeāre heading out,ā Steve says, face haggard. āBut I wanted to arrange a time to pick up my stuff.ā
āAre you sure sweetheart?ā Jenny prods. āIf Eddieās busy, we can get himāā
āNo, no, weāre both going,ā Steve cuts in.
It stings. Steve would never have cut her off like this before the incident. Dickās brow furrows and Jenny shoots out a hand to still him. They know what a heartbreaking decision it was to kick Steve out, how much it pained them to see him struggle. Steve doesnāt. And heās going to have to be gently coaxed back into the fold.
āAlright, if you insist darling,ā Jenny capitulates. āAmyās already started looking for an apartment for you in LA. You can split your time between Chicago and LA for now, but if youāre going to do that, I recommend you keep your things with us until youāre situated.ā
āWhat?!ā
āSteve, donāt screech at your mother,ā Dick growls.
āWhat the fuck do you mean, an apartment in LA?ā Eddie snarls, stepping forward. Jenny calmly meets his gaze. Steve gets in between them before she has to call security.
āSteve, did you not talk to Chad at all?ā Jenny says. āYou could probably muddle along in Chicago for a year or so, but the real new media action is in LA. Thatās where heās based. Of course youāre moving! Weāre handling all the logistics for you.ā
Eddie glares. āWeāre not interested,ā he snaps.
āI donāt see Steve saying no,ā Dick scoffs. āSit down Steve. Eddie, youāre excused.ā
Jenny resists the urge to clap a hand over Dickās mouth. She would have had Steve with gentle words and logic. Now Steve is glaring at the both of them. He steps back into Eddieās space. Their hands tangle.
In public.
āSteve. I said sit down,ā Dick barks.
āNo.ā
āWhat do you mean no? Youāre not just leaving before you even talk to Chad. And youāre definitely not letting thisā¦ā Dick waves his hand at Eddie, āā¦dictate how you live your life!ā
āMy boyfriend,ā Steve spits.
āRight boyfriend, roommate, friend, whatever. You could do better Steve,ā Dick scoffs. āSomeone less controlling. Someone who understandsāā
Steve starts laughing hysterically. Backs up as he gently pushes Eddie behind him, as if Eddie needs to be protected from them. āWeāre done here,ā Steve says. He turns around. Walks away. Jenny thoughtfully sips her whiskey and puts a hand down on Dickās thigh to prevent him from following. Steve isnāt stupid. Heāll see sense.
Sheāll make sure.
āI have a confession to make,ā Eddie says when the cursed lake house is a few miles behind them.
āWhat did you take?ā Steve asks, forcing himself to smirk. He knows Eddieās trying to make him feel better. Heāll probably show off something stupid expensive he stole from the grounds, and Steve will have to pretend that the Harringtons would even notice.
āOh shit. Youāre right! I should have taken something,ā Eddie says, thumping his forehead. He looks up and at Steve with a bright, beautiful smile. āNo, itās something else.ā
āWhat?ā
āYou? With your DNA donors? Hottest thing Iāve ever seen. Honestly, Iām shocked I didnāt just push you into that stupid large pool to have my way with you.ā
āMe sweating buckets and forgetting how to talk? That was hot?ā
āThatās not how I remember it big boy.ā Eddie licks his lips. āWhat I remember is you saving me from landing in county jail for chucking the Harringtons into the pool.ā
Eddie clears his throat. āWeāre done here,ā he growls deep, apparently replaying what Steve had sounded like (and Steve knows he doesnāt sound half that good). āFuck I almost creamed my pants when I heard you say that.ā
āYouāre not mad?ā Steve asks, voice small. He clutches the steering wheel. He can see Eddieās admiring grin fade to a confused frown out of the side of his eyes. āI should have known they werenāt going to keep their promise. I should have known this was some fuckingā¦ ploy to make me work for them. I wasted so much of your time.ā
Eddie puts a hand on his thigh. Rubs gentle, comforting circles. āIām pretty sure we can pawn these clothes for a few hundred bucks. Thatās not a bad hourly rate.ā
āIf you say so.ā
āSteve.ā Eddie swallows. āThere is another, critical thing we got out of this ordeal.ā
Eddie barrels on before Steve can respond. āMy love. We have been presented with a window. An opportunity. Your spawners are occupied with their dark deeds within their Summer realms. If we strike now, weāll be able to rescue your beloveds with nary a bloodshed. Do you see? Do you see the brilliance of this plan? Weāll gain entry into the castle while its owners make merry elsewhere. Weāll creep into the heart of their lair and tear out the scrolls of your life. They wonāt even notice, and by the time they do, itāll be too late. The scrolls would have empowered you beyondāā
āEddie, Eddie, pause.ā
Eddie pauses. Steve runs a shaking hand through his hair. āAre you seriously proposing that we break in and steal my shit back?ā
āYes. Weāll sneak in. Get your documents. Split.ā
āI donāt even know where they are?ā
āI bet you have a good idea though.ā
āIf we get caught, theyāll ruin you.ā
āLet them try,ā Eddie says, nostrils flaring.
āIām not going to let youāā
āStevie, youāll have to cuff me somewhere if you want to stop me. And the longer you protest, the more likely it is that Iāll get caught.ā Eddie tightens his grip on Steveās thighāon the perfect edge of pain. āI told you my old man was a thief. That all my quality time with him was him teaching me how to break into places. Let me use that for you now. Let it have meant something.ā
Steve has no words. He has to take a hand off the wheel to wipe away the wetness around his eyes. He nods, and Eddie beams so bright Steve can barely stand to drive. They abruptly change direction and head towards Steveās childhood āhomeā.
----
Eddie has long fingers and strong, steady hands.
Itās odd, how affected he is. Itās not like Steve isnāt intimately familiar with every inch of Eddieās hands.Steveās had them snaked around his neck, up his ass, on his molars, pressing down on his tongue. Steveās watched them flying over Eddieās guitar. Felt them pulling his hair, wiping the tears and sweat and grime from his face, and generally doting on him over their year or so together. But this is the first time Steve is observing one of Eddieās hands being still. Eddieās right hand braces against the door, veins bulging. His left wiggles a hook inserted deep into the keyhole of the Harringtonās expensive lock. Eddie has his ear pressed up close to the lock. His lower lip keeps twitching down to form something thatās half-way between a snarl and a smile. Steve watches Eddieās lower teeth flash in and out of view as Eddieās mouth flexes, as his right hand braces, as his left hand skillfully moves the hook into the lock, deeper, and deeperā¦
Steve realizes in horror that heās been leaning over Eddie to watch him work with his mouth wide open. He watches a line of drool drip down down down, powerless to stop it as it lands on the back of Eddieās neck. Eddie doesnāt even flinch. Maybe he didnāt notice.
Finally, the lock opens with a satisfying click. Eddie leans back and grins. He reaches back to wipe Steveās spit off his neck.
āYou enjoyed the show big boy?ā Eddie asks, sucking the drool into his mouth.
Steve can feel his face flaming. āSorry. I didnāt realizeāā
āYour mouth is still open by the way,ā Eddie points out, shooting up into his space with his Cheshire cat grin. āIf I knew youād react like this, I would have brought out the good old lockpick kit a long while ago.ā
āStop making fun of me,ā Steve whines, covering his face. Eddie laughs meanly and ushers him into the house. Itās not the time and place. Itās not the time and place. But his stupid dick wonāt get the message that this is real life. Theyāre not role-playing. Theyāre really breaking in. But Steve can feel his head starting to go pleasantly fuzzy as if theyāre about to play out a scene. Steve flexes his thighs and tries to get a grip. Fortunately, Eddie doesnāt seem to notice the utter crisis Steve is going through. He walks out ahead and whistles low.
āJesus H Christ,ā Eddie mumbles. āYouāve had a hell of a downgrade.ā
āWhat?ā
āI mean, look at all this,ā Eddie gestures with a weak laugh. āYou could fit our whole apartment just in the foyer.ā
Steve looks around the big empty house, flabbergasted. Sure, itās a big hallway and a grand spiral staircase, but itās also empty. Unlovable. Cold. Eddie shrinks more and more as they pad their way through the thick carpet down to Dick Harringtonās office. Steve is pretty sure thatās where all his documents would be. Eddie follows him into the unused, mahogany office. It smells like a showroom. The empty desk gleams. Steve beelines for the filing cabinet while Eddie keeps watch. The heavy shag carpet clings to his shoes.
āIt only looks this nice because no one lives here,ā Steve says, as he rifles through a bunch of boring bullshit. Thereās his diploma at least. Maybe the birth certificate would be in the other cabinet?
āDidnāt you grow up here?ā Eddie asks.
āKind of.ā Steve finds his birth certificate and passport with a whoop and sets them down on Dick Harringtonās spotless desk. When he turns around, he sees Eddie standing with his arms held tight to his chest, curling in on himself like he wants to touch as little of the room as possible, like he might contaminate something.
āEds. Whatās going on?ā
āI justā¦ā Eddie huffs out a weak laugh. āI knew you grew up rich, but I didnāt know how much? And now youāre saying youkind of grew up here. So you had another house? Is that one this nice?ā
āI mean, thereās the lake house we were at, and a penthouse in New York and something in Chicago that Iāve never seen. I guess they were all like this place?ā
āAnd they were offering it all back,ā Eddie observes.
āI guess.ā
āAnd I said no without even consulting you.ā
āEds.ā
āGod Iām the worst,ā Eddie whines as he sinks down onto the plush carpet.
Steve joins Eddie on the floor. Cups his hand around that jaw. Pulls his face up so their eyes can meet. Eddie looks at him cautiouslyāhis round dark eyes are opened even wider than usual. āEddie.ā Steve grips Eddie hardāshakes him a little for emphasis. āI donāt want any of this.ā
āI lived in this house with Mom, back when she was my nanny, until I was old enough to ship off to boarding school. And after that, I only came āhomeā,ā Steve lets go of Eddie to make air quotes with his hands, āin the summers, when I mostly hung out with Mom and Dustin. The Harringtons showed up for maybe a week, and spent the whole time either ignoring me or telling me to shut up. Then when I turned fifteen, they fired Mom and left me alone for months. Iād rather live with you and Robin in a fucking tent than ever come back here.ā
Eddieās mouth tightens. Steve squeaks when Eddie suddenly yanks him into his chest. Steve closes his eyes and listens to the mingled sounds of their heartbeats. Relaxes as the frantic hammering calms down to the normal, familiar, steady thumps.
Suddenly, Eddieās heart picks back up. āWait. Steve. Shit. How is this house so clean then?ā
āBecause no one lives here?ā
āNo. Steve. If no one truly lived here, there would be dust all over the place. Why is this place so clean?ā
āI guess they have regular cleaners?ā
āAnd would a couple of assholes like the Harringtons trust their cleaning staff?ā
āNo. Theyād install cameras.ā Steve closes his eyes and thumps his head on Eddieās chest. Fuck.
āSo they would have seen us.ā
Steve grits his teeth. Heās not going to let any harm come to Eddie. āItāsā¦ itās alright,ā Steve says. āIāll fucking grovel. They can send me to LA and weāll do the whole song and dance. As long as they promise not to touch you. I canāā
Eddie shakes his head furiously. āNo.ā
āEddie. Weāre already too late.ā
āNo. Iām not letting them have you again. Not after what you told me.ā
āEdāā
Eddie silences him with a look and a finger to his lips. Steve watches Eddie chew his lips. Thinking. Thinking. Untilā¦
āWhat if we give them a show?ā Eddie says with a grin.
āWhat?ā
Eddie stands. Starts to strut in an orbit around Steve, gesturing wildly. āWeāve already been caught. They already have the footage. Theyāre probably twiddling their posh little fingers, giddy that they have blackmail material.ā
āOk?ā
āBut whatās the one thing rich fucks like the Harringtons would hate more than death?ā
āPaying taxes?ā
Eddie stops. Considers. āOk, probably. But anotherāthey would hate to be embarrassed.ā
Eddie swoops back into Steveās space. Leans in until his face is inches away. āSteve. We have to fuck, for both our freedoms.ā
āWhat?ā
āThink about it. If we fuck nasty enough in this picture perfect architecture magazine-worthy stupid-ass McMansion, they wouldnāt even call the cops. Itād be too embarrassing.ā
āAre you hearing yourself?ā
āMy love. My darling. My vanimelda. Would the Harringtons really call the cops when they know itās going to leak that their only son had to break into his own house to get his birth certificate back?ā Eddie sucks Steveās earlobe into his mouth. āThen fucked about it on their bed?ā
Maybe itās the hot tongue playing with the sensitive parts of his ear. Maybe itās the feeling of Eddieās rings pressing into his ribs. Maybe itās the pinch of Eddieās hands pulling at the roots of his hair. But the idea is sounding more and more convincing as Steve considers it.
āOk, you know what? Letās do it. Letās give those fuckers a show.ā
----
They pull out all the stops. Operation: fuck or die (for what would capitulating to the Harringtons be, if not the death of their souls?) is in full swing. They decided to make a game of it, to add a little jock whimsy if you will, to make the stakes feel less dire and un-sexy. A decision Eddie is cursing himself for now.
They have three rules.
Rule one ā Eddie canāt come until he manages to pick the bike lock thatās keeping his right hand tied to the Harringtonās ornate bed.
Rule two ā Steve canāt come until he manages to spit out the ball gag they made out of the fuck off huge ice spheres the Harringtonās stupid fancy ice maker spit out (Eddie has no idea why anyone would want to pay extra to make big balls of ice, but it does make for a hell of a gag).
Rule three ā whoever comes first loses.
The ice gag is huge. Steveās poor lips are stretched out wide around it. Red. Wet. Beautiful. Eddie thought for sure that Steve was planning to lose on purpose, so he could be āpunishedā later. This bike lock looked like a joke. Eddie would normally be able to pick himself out in less than a minute.
Normally.
But this is the first time theyāve introduced some type of competition to their scene and Steve does not fuck around when thereās a game to be won. Itās all Eddie can do to remember that thereās a lock, let alone try to pick it. It was hard enough trying to keep his orgasm at bay when Steve was opening him up. Eddie had to keep closing his eyes so he wouldnāt have to look at Steveāwild-eyed, beautiful, red-faced with icy water dripping down the lines of his square jaw into his now-glossy chest hair. But Eddie also couldnāt stand the idea of missing the sight of Steve Henderson straddling him with a huge gag in his mouth as he carefully prepped Eddie for his cock.
Basically, Eddie wasted way too much time alternating between avoiding looking at Steve and ogling him.
Then, once Eddie was sufficiently prepped, Steve pulled out all the stops. Steve is holding him up by the hips, angling him so Steve can hit Eddieās prostate both thrusting in and out. Steveās warm hand, dripping with lube, is clenched around Eddieās cock, stroking so gently, lovingly. Eddieās close. Dangerously close. And he hasnāt even touched the stupid lock.
No. He canāt go down like this. Eddie clenches tight around Steveās ass and wrangles himself up to latch onto Steveās nipples. He swirls his tongue the way Steve likes. Nibbles slightly. He can feel his abs screaming at him. His arm strains due to the odd angle. Steve freezes, chest heaving. Itās working.
The way Steve stills reminds Eddie of earlier, when he was picking away at the Harringtonās fancy-looking lock. The hot gaze, the way Steve couldnāt even close his mouth, the way he was crowding into Eddieās space without realizing, how dazed heād looked after, how adorably heād giggled when Eddie teased him.
And Eddie, heās a certified little shit.
āSteve,ā he says, pitching his voice just a little lower. āStevie. Love.ā Eddie wraps his leg around Steve. Slowly runs his foot along the sweat-slicked skin on the back of Steveās knees where heās sensitive. āIām going to grip that bike lock now. See my hand?ā
āMmmm,ā Steve grunts through the gag.
āYeah, let me grip that lock real tight.ā Eddie moves a foot to the inside of Steveās thigh. Itās trembling. Good. āGive me my hook baby.ā
Steve hesitates.
āStevie. My vanimelda. Donāt you want to see me put that hook inside? Push it deep?ā Eddie says as he pushes his foot deep into Steveās leg. Steve whimpers then bends down to grab Eddieās hook for him. The movement sends Steveās nipple hovering right over his mouth, so Eddie surges up to give it a little nip and suck. Steve squeals and drops the hook right into Eddieās waiting hands.
āYou gotta be real quiet now my love. Youāre being so good,ā Eddie croons. āSee this? Iām gonna let this hook get in real deep.ā Eddie flexes his foot to shove it between Steveās ass crack. His ankles are cracking. His abs are straining. But who cares? When Steve is looking at him like that, with his mouth forced wide open with that stupid big chunk of ice, held in place by nothing but the power of Eddieās voice and the allure of his hands? The room goes silent except for the click click sound of Eddie jiggling his hook in the lock. Click. Click. Click. And heās free.
Steve closes his eyes and moans, low. The ice is clear, and Eddie can see Steve working his tongue hard against the ice, trying to melt it faster. Steveās dick throbs in his ass. Eddie clenches again.
Steve doesnāt put up a fight when Eddie grips his hair with both hands to pull his face down until Eddie can kiss him around the ice ball. Steveās lips are somehow burning. The ice is ridiculously cold. Steveās back is slick with sweat. Steveās taint is soft and firm. Steveās hair bounces. Soft.
āPerfect,ā Eddie whispers without meaning to. Steve groans and twitches.
āAll of you. So hot. A work of art,ā Eddie murmurs along the line of Steveās lobe where he likes it licked. Steve starts rutting frantically, like he canāt help himself. Eddie clenches hard enough to squeeze out a squeak.
āYouāre so lovable. So precious. How dare they abandon you. How dare they trick you.ā What had started out as a loverās murmur he couldnāt keep inside is spewing out of him as a bellow. Eddie hopes the Harringtonsā camera picks up sound. He wants them to hear this, not just see. How well Steve fucks him. How happy they make each other. How little the Harringtons matter. How they had their chance, and lost it. āTheyāre never getting you back.ā Eddie scratches down Steveās spine. Relishes the way the other man shudders. āMine.ā
And Eddie means it. His.
The gag melts faster under the combined heat of their mouths. Steve spits the gag out so they can finally connect their lips together. Steveās not someone to love with words. He shows his adoration with hot tongue, cold lips, and hands that know just how to squeeze, just where to stroke. Eddie feels his own release coming as Steve stiffens the way he does just before he comes. Itās impossible to tell who lost. Not that it matters.
Eddie snaps a picture of the ruined, rumpled sheets when they finally summon the energy to get off the bed. Finally, the house got to be a home.
Steve has a problem. It's long and metallic and dangling from his boyfriendās belt hoop, and it's driving him fucking insane.Ā
The worst thing is that he brought this onto himself. Eddie has been casually complaining about wanting a new wallet chain for ages - the old one was covered in greenish splotches of corrosion, and the carabiner on one end kept coming loose.Ā
So Steve, being the good boyfriend he is, did the only logical thing. He went and got him a new one for his birthday.
Itās made of stainless steel, with three strands rather than one, all of them slightly different in thickness and design. The top one is so thin itās almost delicate, while the bottom one is a chunky band of shiny, silver skulls. They glint every time Eddie moves.
Which Steve has had plenty of opportunity to observe, because heās been moving a lot.Ā
The second part of his birthday present was a trip to Eddieās favorite gay bar in Chicago - which means that Steve has been spending the better part of the night watching his boyfriend whirl around the dance floor, clad in a skin-tight pair of jeans sporting so many tears and rips he may as well have gone naked, and a cropped band shirt. Like, really really cropped. Steve can see his nipples every time he raises his arms. Which has been a lot. Itās almost enough to distract him from the goddamn chain whipping around Eddieās slender hips.
āStevie,ā he bellows over the beat of the next song picking up, chain bouncing against his leg as he saunters over to him. The guy whoās been swaying closer and closer to him for the past few minutes closes a loose hand around his wrist, mouth hovering close to Eddieās ear as he says something inaudible, and the mean, possessive little creature at the back of Steveās brain stirs awake with a hiss. It settles back down when Eddie shakes his head at the guy and pulls back his arm, but it stays alert, hackles raised.Ā
The song switches and Eddie pauses to sweep his sweaty curls from his face, exposing the long, pale line of his throat. His eyes search and find Steve at the bar, and those pretty lips curl into a coy smile. He knows exactly what heās doing, the little shit.
Eddie hops up on the bar stool next to Steveās and snatches his beer from his hand, taking a long, greedy gulp. His lips glisten wetly as he sets it down.Ā
Steve makes a show of checking his watch.Ā
āHello, fair stranger. Any chance of you granting me a dance? Todayās my birthday, yāknow?ā
āFor another twelve minutes, yeah. And the fair stranger needs a break.āĀ
Eddie pouts, sliding off the stool. It lands him conveniently between Steveās spread legs.
āFine, suit yourself. I'll just go back and have some actual-āĀ
Steve's hand moves before his brain can catch up. One second, Eddie is laughing in his face, skipping backwards and out of reach - the next, Steve's fingers close around the chain and pull. Eddieās eyes and mouth go large as he stumbles forward and trips over his own feet.Ā
He ends up half sprawled in Steveās lap, hands bracketed over his thighs for support. Steve has thrown out a hand to steady him, and it's resting against Eddieās chest, right over his frantically beating heart. His other hand is still holding the chain.Ā
āWhy, Stevie ā¦ā Eddieās surprised face morphs into a sly smile. āIs there any chance your gift was a little less altruistic than you'd have me think?āĀ
āShut up,ā Steve grumbles. The chain links are smooth and cool against his skin. Through the fabric of Eddieās shirt, his nails scrape over the hard nub of a nipple. āNot my damn fault you look like that. Everyone on that dance floor wants a piece of you.āĀ
Eddie grins.
āOh, I know. You better keep me on a tight lea- ā¦ā
He gasps and stutters to a stop. For a second, Steve believes it's from pain, because his hand, not quite against his conscious doing, has started rolling Eddieās nipple between two fingers. He's already sucking in a breath to apologize when he sees the glint in Eddieās eyes.Ā
āWhat?āĀ
Eddieās smile goes so wide his ears move with it.Ā
āYou think the sex shop next to the motel is still open?āĀ
āProbably,ā Steve shrugs, doing his damn best to sound nonchalant about it. āWhy?āĀ
Eddie tangles their hands together and pulls him to his feet.Ā
āBecause I just had a brilliant idea. C'mon, big boy, you're buying me an extra birthday present.āĀ
*
āOkay,ā Steve whispers, hooking the first carabiner in place. He's lost the nonchalance a good while ago, and they both know it, so he doesn't bother disguising the gravelly rasp that his voice has dropped to. āI feel like I know the answer, but I'm gonna ask, anyhow. Color?ā
Because Eddie has actually started bouncing on the balls of his feet, and the movement has tugged on the chain thatās still loosely grasped in Steveās hand. Or, to be more specific, the nipple clamp that the chain is attached to.Ā
āGreen,ā comes the reply, so enthusiastically it makes Steve think they'll need to introduce an extra color, specifically for this occasion. āSo very green, you have no- aaah, shit.ā
āAlright, calm down,ā Steve chuckles. Eddie scowls but goes still, allowing him to fix the other end of the chain to the second clamp. As it clicks into place, Steve canāt resist the temptation of giving the freshly trapped nipple a light flick. He is rewarded with a startled groan and another flinch that almost sends Eddieās hard cock slapping against his stomach.Ā
āFuuuck,ā he breathes as Steve steps back to admire his handiwork. āBest birthday ever.ā
Eddie is a sight to behold, stark naked in the middle of their tiny motel room, hands tied behind his back with Steveās belt, his own bandana wrapped over his eyes as a makeshift blindfold. The silver chains are striking against his pale skin, shimmering and shining in the soft light of the bedside lamps, the one with the skulls almost reaching his belly button. It must be heavy. Painful, probably. Before he knows what heās doing, Steve has reached out and is running the tip of a finger over the cool metal.Ā
Steve canāt help but agree. Shit, he feels like itās his own birthday.
Eddie whimpers and stumbles a small step in his direction, and Steveās dick throbs. Fuck, if that tiny touch is enough to warrant that reaction ā¦Ā
He wraps his hand around all three strands of the chain, giving a loose, experimental tug. Eddie follows like a dream, and the jealous thing at the back of Steveās mind rumbles in pleasure. Thatās right, he thinks, claiming Eddieās lips for a hungry kiss, all while leading him over to the rickety armchair beside the bed. Let the others stare all they want. At the end of the day, heās the one who gets to have Eddie like this, bound and needy and completely under his control, and enjoying every second of it.Ā
He settles in the chair, taking a few long moments to enjoy the sight above him before he uses the chain to guide Eddie down onto his cock. Heās large, and even though theyāve done this several times, Eddie always needs a while to take him all the way. He waits until heās fully seated in his lap, then pulls the chain taut, forcing him to settle down and get adjusted, even though he can feel the impatient twitch in his hips.
Eddie whines and strains for another kiss, but Steve doesnāt bridge the gap. He gives the chain another brief, warning pull, and Eddie quietens down. His breath comes in ragged little puffs against Steveās lips. Steve reaches out his free hand to swirl a finger around one of the nipple clamps, and Eddie sobs, shivering with the effort of holding still.Ā
āEager for it, huh?ā he murmurs against Eddieās lips. āYouāve been planning this all night, havenāt you? Dressing in that skimpy shirt, moving around that place like a little slut, riling everyone up? All to make me snap and remind you who you belong to.ā
āTell me then,ā Steve whispers.Ā
āYou,ā Eddie moans. God, he sounds positively wrecked. Theyāll need to do this more often. āI belong to you. Iām sorry, Steve, please. Please let me move, I need-āĀ
Steve wipes the tears that have escaped from the blindfold away with the pad of his thumb.
āWhat you need to do,ā he says, āis prove to me how very sorry you are. Go ahead, show me.ā
Luckily for him, it doesnāt take long. Steve has been half hard since they left for the club earlier, so itās only a few minutes before he feels his climax building. When it crashes over him, he tangles his fingers into the chains again, pulling Eddie in and sinking his teeth into the perfect, pale skin of his shoulder. Eddie sobs in pain and pleasure as he fills him up, and before Steve is completely done, heās cumming himself - long, white ropes coating both of their bellies and Steveās fingers and the shiny metal of the chain.Ā
The second he releases the chain, Eddie starts moving. It takes him a small while to find his rhythm, clumsy and disoriented as he is with the blindfold on and his hands still tied behind his back, but he is nothing if not adaptable. Before long, heās bouncing on Steveās cock - legs trembling with the effort of lifting himself up, sweat beading on his neck and chest, chains jingling every time he falls back down. His cock bounces between them, flushed bright red and pretty, like the color blooming on Eddieās cheekbones, and Steve can see from the way he bites his lip that heās struggling to hold it together. To keep himself from coming before Steve does.
They take their sweet time coming down, swapping lazy kisses and little moans and whispered profanities all the while. When Steve finally reaches out to remove the clamps, Eddie hisses a pained laugh.Ā
āPleased with your birthday presents, then?ā Steve asks, carelessly dropping the clamps and chain to the floor to examine Eddieās nipples instead. Theyāre lightly swollen, even pinker and prettier than usually, now that the blood is rushing back into them.Ā
āSo fucking plea-ā Eddie starts to say, but it turns into a moan halfway through when Steve ducks his head to run his tongue over one of the sensitive nubs. āOh, my God!āĀ
āSteve is fine,ā Steve says. He doesnāt need to remove the blindfold to know Eddie is rolling his eyes, but he does it anyhow. āNow confess. How much of this did you plan in advance?āĀ
āNothing,ā Eddie claims. Steve licks his nipple again. This time he adds his teeth, just a bit. āOkay, okay, Jesus Christ. I may have been hoping for something like this when I picked the outfit, but the bit with the chain was unplanned for. I had no idea youād lose your mind over it like that.āĀ
Steve hums, making quick work of untying Eddieās wrists before maneuvering them both out of the chair and right into the bed. Eddie collapses into his arms like a dead weight, limp and exhausted.
āNeither had I, but thatās what I love about you. You always make me find out new things about myself.āĀ
Eddie kisses his collarbone and grins. He looks completely and utterly wrecked - hair sweaty and disheveled, lips pink and swollen from biting down on them, the fresh bite mark on his shoulder blooming against his skin like a pretty flower.
āGood to know. Canāt wait to show you my Christmas wish list.āĀ
for @steddiesmuttyseptember week four prompts 'wedding night' and 'pool'
rated e | 2079 words | no cw | tags: married steddie (but it's the 80s so it's only in spirit), pool sex, romantic fluff, banter, laughter during sex, handjobs, anal fingering, anal sex
Itās not the slight chill in the air thatās doing it this time, though.
Itās the way Steve looks, floating in the pool, eyes closed, soft smile on his face.
Heās beautiful like this, heās beautiful all the time, but now heās glowing with a happiness that Eddie knows heās at least partially responsible for. The reflection of the moon on the water and Steveās damp skin makes him appear paler than he normally is, but heās glowing.
They got married today.
Well, as married as two guys can be in 1988. They canāt do it on paper, but they can do it with love.
Everyone they love came over today to celebrate them, to watch as they exchanged vows, to cry and laugh and dance in Steveās backyard. The yard is still a mess, and the kitchen and living room is even worse off, but neither of them care. Everyoneās coming back tomorrow to help them clean because thatās what family does.
Eddieās hands reach out to touch, something heās been trying so hard not to do while Steve relaxes for the first time all day. He insisted on setting everything up himself, with very little help from anyone, and his back started to hurt during the reception. He needs this, but Eddie needs him.
Steve smirks, but doesnāt open his eyes, doesnāt stop floating in place while Eddieās fingers wrap around his wrist and tug him closer as gently as he can.
āYou heading inside?ā Steve asks, breaking the silence surrounding them. Itās late, probably closer to morning now than not. They both should probably go inside and get some sleep, especially if people will be back before lunch to help them clean up.
āNo, just wanted to be closer,ā Eddie says, smiling down at the man he gets to love forever.
He never saw this coming, never thought heād have anyone forever, let alone someone like Steve. Someone who loves so deeply that itās in everything they do, someone who would give everything to see Eddie happy and safe, someone who made it easy to think about settling down somewhere. He canāt imagine what his life would be without him.
Steveās eyes open, his gaze immediately settling on Eddieās.
āWho knew youād be so sappy,ā Steve teases, but itās light, quiet.
āOn our wedding night? You had to know Iād be a bottle of maple syrup, baby.ā
Steve laughs, fills them both with light for a moment. He eventually falls quiet, lets Eddie lean down to kiss him gently, lips moving lazily against each other. Theyāve barely touched today despite it beingĀ theirĀ day. Steve was so busy with setting up, and then the party was keeping them so busy with their guests.
Theyāre alone now, taking what they both need, in no rush to stop.
Steve moves slowly, stands and then wraps his arms around Eddieās neck, pulling him close until theyāre flush together. Eddie moans as their chests collide, his hands finding Steveās hips easily.
āI want you.ā Steve breathes against his mouth, barely stops kissing him to speak.
A switch is flipped and everything turns from soft moonlight to intense sunshine, their cocks rubbing together through their underwear. Moans and whimpers fill the air as they strip off what little clothing they had on, lips only parting when necessary.
āDid you just throw your underwear out of the pool?ā Eddie laughs as he looks behind Steve at the wet underwear leaving a puddle on the pavement.
āYes and you need to, too. Theyāll get stuck in the filter,ā Steve laughs with him, kissing his neck. āI donāt wanna buy a new one, do you?ā
āIām assuming theyāre not cheap,ā Eddie licks water off his neck, canāt wipe a smile from his face even at the thought of breaking an apparently important part of their pool. āOr easy to fix.ā
āYouād be right.ā Steve groans when Eddie nips at his collarbone, then his shoulder. āI donāt think certain body fluids are good for it either.ā
āThere are worse things this filter has had to skim through,ā Eddie laughs as he finally gets a hand around Steveās length, pumping slowly, letting the water determine his speed. He could do this for hours, might see if he could get away with it. He doesnāt think either of them are awake enough to actually stay out here for hours, but heās willing to give it a try. āYou want me inside you?ā
āMmm.ā Steveās eyes are closed, head tilted back. His grip is loose on Eddieās shoulders, holding them both in place. āYeah.ā
Itās not gonna be easy without lube, but theyāve done it in every situation, every position, with and without lube. He can figure this out, too.
Steve helps by lifting his legs, wrapping them around Eddieās waist. Itās easy to hold him up when heās weightless in the water. Eddieās not weak by any means, but his left arm still gets tired after a while. His entire left side does. An annoying reminder of what the Upside Down took from him.
In here, he wonāt have to worry about it. Steve must know that.
Steve kisses him, slow and wet, moaning into it as Eddie presses a finger inside him. Heās not in a rush. Theyāve got forever.
The air is cool enough to send a chill down Eddieās spine, but not cool enough for him to start shivering. The small tremor in his hands now is only because of the softness of this moment, the overwhelming love he feels for the man in his arms. Heās still in awe of this, of the way he gets to have him forever, gets to love him until theyāre old and gray and wrinkly. Well, Eddie will be wrinkly. Steve moisturizes every night and probably wonāt age until heās 50.
āWhatās that smirk about?ā Steve kisses the corner of his mouth where itās pulled up into a small smile.
āJust thinking about me looking like I landed some hot supermodel when Iām 75 and you look 30,ā Eddie slips another finger inside him, toothy grin taking over his face when Steveās breath catches on a laugh. āThinking about you with gray hair.ā
āCanāt wait,ā Steve sighs.
āI donāt think you mean that,ā Eddie kisses him again, canāt stop doing it. He wants to do it always, probably will find ways to sneak them in public for the rest of their lives. āI think youāre gonna dye your hair the moment one appears.ā
āI have gray hair already.ā
Eddie freezes. āWhat. No you donāt. I havenāt seen any.ā
āKeep moving.ā Steve laughs, bearing down on Eddieās fingers. Eddie does, though heās going much shallower, slowed down as he takes in the words Steve said. āI hide them.ā
āThereās more than one?!ā Eddie freezes again. His eyes dart up to Steveās hair as if heāll be able to see in the moonlight. āHow many?ā
āI donāt know, I havenāt counted,ā Steve giggles. āAre you gonna fuck me or do a search for gray hairs on my head?ā
āI havenāt decided yet,ā Eddie slides his fingers back inside him, adding a third. Steve makes a small noise, a huff of breath more than anything, but smiles. āI could do both.ā
āYouāre so weird.ā
āYou love me.ā
āI do.ā
āYouĀ pickedĀ me.ā
āI did.ā
āYou wanna have my babies.ā
Steve snorts. āIf it were possible, sure.ā
āScience may get there before weāre old. Youāre already gray, so hopefully it hurries up.ā
āEddie.ā
āYes, love?ā
āFuck me.ā
Eddie loves when he gets a little bossy. He loves giving him what he wants, too.
He replaces his fingers with his cock within seconds, barely making sure heās lined up before fucking into him. Heās tight, and the friction is definitely gonna be too much soon, but he doesnāt think heāll last long anyway. He knows for a fact Steve wonāt, not with the way heās got a vice grip on his arms, fingernails digging into his skin to leave crescent shapes between moles.
āStevieā¦ā Eddie groans when he gets impossibly tighter. āWonāt last like that.ā
āDonāt need to last. Weāve got forever.ā
Eddie could come right then and there. He wonāt, but heĀ could.
āYouāre gonna kill me. On our wedding night.ā
āIād never. They always suspect the husband first,ā Steve ends on a whimper as Eddieās dick finds his prostate on every shallow thrust inside him. āWeāre husbands.ā
Steveās eyes are wide, like itās finally setting in that they got married today. In every way that matters to them, theyāre bound together forever.
āYeah, sweetheart. We are.ā
Steveās eyes are watery now, but Eddie doesnāt stop.
He thinks back to the first time they were together like this, to when Steve still wasnāt sure if he was into men or if he just had a crush on Eddie. To when Eddie insisted he should try it out, that heād do anything to help him figure himself out if it would make him happy. To when Steve cried when Eddie slowly fucked him in his bed, begged him to never stop, told him he thought he could love him if he stuck around.
It wasnāt easy for Eddie at first. Sticking around meant dealing with the bullshit of Hawkins, the aftermath of Hopper and the government insisting he was innocent to people who were hellbent on thinking the worst of him. It meant traveling to Indy twice a week for unbiased physical therapists to help him learn how to use his left side again. It meant being a bit of a burden on Wayne for even longer than he planned to.
But it also meant being loved by Steve, and getting closer with the kids who helped save him, and learning that their family may be codependent, but they were always protective andĀ good.
āWould marry you every day for the rest of our lives if I could,ā Eddie gasps as he feels his stomach tighten. āEvery night Iāll tell you and everyone how much I love you if thatās what you want.ā
Steve shakes his head once before he clenches around Eddie and comes.
Heās shivering, shaking through the intensity that always finds a way between them. Itās too much for Eddie, too tight and too warm andĀ too much.
āI love you,ā he says as he comes, trying hard not to lose focus on whatās right in front of him. Steveās head is thrown back, eyes closed, water droplets glistening in the moonlight. āLove you, love you, love you.ā
Steve finally opens his eyes and looks back at Eddie, leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
āI love you.ā Steve taps his shoulder in warning before he slowly pulls off and away from Eddie, still keeping his arms around his neck, but putting a bit of space between them. āYou wanna head inside?ā
āOnly if we can shower,ā Eddie brushes the hair off his forehead and kisses away the water he leaves behind. āOr take a bath.ā
āToo tired,ā Steve yawns.
Itās like a switch was flipped for him and the adrenaline crash has arrived.
Eddieās used to this, knows exactly what to do, what he needs.
āCāmon, baby. Let me wash your hair so it doesnāt get too dry,ā Eddie kisses the top of his head and starts to lead him out of the pool.
āWait!ā Steve stops him with a hand on his hip, tugging him back so heās flush against his chest. āLook.ā
Steve points up at the sky, to the constellations above them. Eddie doesnāt see it at first, then itās all heĀ canĀ see.
Shooting stars, a handful of them, all happening at once. He thinks itās a meteor shower, but heās never seen one. Itās over within seconds. When he turns, Steveās already smiling at him.
āThink that show was for us?ā He whispers.
āEven the stars know we got married today.ā
Normally, Steve would poke him, turn red and laugh, brush off his dramatic words as silly. He doesnāt now, though. He nods, looks back up at the stars. Eddie watches as he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, lets it out, then opens them again.
āYou ready to go inside?ā He asks.
Eddie nods.
āDid you make a wish?ā Steve asks as they make their way inside.
