Prompt #9 - Leg Warmers | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Clothed Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, And Steve Harrington Decides to Drive Him Insane
Holy shit.
Eddie is frozen. Stuck behind the door, watching through the glass. Steve is on his back, doing hip thrusts, grabbing both of his heels, bouncing, legs spread wide.
Then he pushes his legs upwards, weight resting on his shoulders, as he rolls backwards. Feet behind his head as Jane Fonda gives instructions on the TV.
Robin is there, too, doing the same thing. But that's not of importance. Not when Steve is bent like a fucking pretzel in his neon shorts, leg warmers on his legs. Like they had to get dressed up to do this workout.
Steve's shorts have slid down with his legs up that way, and Eddie wants to fucking mount him. Wants to keep him bent in half, maybe forever.
Eddie reaches down to adjust himself in his jeans, hand cupping, squeezing, trying to relieve the pressure, and Steve must catch the movement, because he smiles at Eddie, wiggling his fingers, and Eddie? Well, Eddie runs.
He's going to have to leave town. That's all there is to it. He's going to pack up his shit and go before he has to face Steve with Steve knowing what he must know. That Eddie was watching. That Eddie was turned on by him bent over, ass in the air.
That Eddie clearly wants to fuck him.
Nope. He's not living through that.
He'll leave town. Change his name. Eddie Munson? Who's that? Never heard of the guy.
Eddie is still looking around his room, deciding what he needs to take with him when he does this fleeing, when he hears the front door open and close.
"Eddie?" Steve calls out, and Eddie wishes he could disappear.
Steve pushes open Eddie's bedroom door, the one in the new house, the one that isn't quite home. Not yet. Not ever. And Eddie is mortified. He should have just died at the teeth of the bats. That would have been preferable to this.
He never asked to be friends with Steve Harrington.
He never asked to be attracted to him, or men in general, for that matter.
Eddie never asked for a lot of things he's been saddled with in life.
"Eddie?" Steve asks, voice closer, right behind him now.
"I'm sorry," Eddie says, refusing to turn and look at him.
"What for?" Steve asks, his hand now gripping Eddie's arm, turning him. He's still in his stupid workout gear, and Eddie just stares at his feet. At the scrunched leg warmers around his ankles.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Eddie chokes out, because he's never seen Steve in anything like it. Steve's all man. With the chest hair, and the big hands. He's not neon green and hot pink. It's just not him.
Steve laughs, "Robin thought it'd be fun. I don't know. We just decided to try them out with one of Robin's workout tapes. Jane Fonda. She's a babe," Steve says, and Eddie doesn't think Jane Fonda is a babe. He thinks Steve is a babe.
And there lies the problem.
"Or so Robin says," Steve adds, and Eddie still can't look at him. "Why'd you run away?"
Steve must know. He has to.
Eddie shakes his head.
And Steve's hand settles on Eddie's hip, tugging him closer. This is just gonna make everything so much worse, but Eddie allows himself to be pulled further into Steve's orbit.
"Did you like what you saw?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't deny it. Can't say anything with Steve's thumb finding a sliver of bare skin beneath Eddie's sleeveless tee, the arm holes cut far too large. Rubbing. Caressing him.
"Eddie," Steve says, breath ghosting across Eddie's cheek.
He's too close.
Eddie wants him closer, still.
And Eddie's impulsive side wins. He's moving, suddenly, probably startling Steve. But Steve goes with it. Allowing Eddie to push him onto his back, flopping on the new mattress that Eddie hasn't even gotten broken in yet.
Legs falling open. Hips tilted. The little nylon shorts, slipping up his hairy thighs, pooling at his crotch.
Eddie pushes Steve's legs further upward, fingers gripping his thigh as he bends him backwards, pressing his dick, hard and trapped in his jeans, against Steve's ass.
Steve moans, a hoarse, deep sound, and Eddie thrusts against him.
"Is this what you wanted when you put on this outfit?" Eddie asks, voice ragged, breathless. "Did you want to drive me crazy? Did you want me to fuck you?"
Steve whines, clutching at Eddie's messy sheets.
"Unintended consequences," Steve says, meeting Eddie's eyes, and Eddie rubs against him harder. Then, slides his hand down into the leg hole of those loose shorts, hand curling around Steve's big dick. Hard and trapped by his underwear. Eddie rubs him, thumb grazing the sensitive head of Steve's cock as Steve clenches all his muscles. Eyes dark, pupils blown wide open.
Eddie keeps jerking him off through his briefs as he ruts against his ass, Steve's feet swaying in the air.
It's absurd.
It's also the hottest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and he's not even naked.
"Gonna fuck you just like this someday," Eddie says, running his mouth, "Gonna keep you bent over and begging."
Steve comes, body tensing, a long whine escaping his throat.
And Eddie thrusts against his ass a few more times, before making a mess of his own boxers. Breathing heavy as he backs off, and gently lowers Steve's shaking legs to the mattress.
Steve's face is flushed, glistening with a sheen of sweat, and Eddie leans forward and kisses his forehead. Steve doesn't stand for that though. No, he grabs Eddie by the back of the neck, crushing their lips together, his tongue sliding into Eddie's mouth, brushing against Eddie's.
Eddie kisses him until Steve pulls back, still holding Eddie's neck, "You promise?"
And Eddie isn't following.
"Promise what?" Eddie asks.
"That you're gonna keep me bent over and begging," Steve says, and Eddie groans.
Fuck. He's in over his head.
Oh well.
Guess he'll drown.
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Went to see Leviticus on Friday and enjoyed it. Of course during the scene where Ryan jerked Naim off in the back of that bus, all I could think was “Steddie.”
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