Steddielicious Schlocktober Day 10: Ball Slapping
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 299
Pairings: Steddie
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It starts when Steve sees Eddie and Dustin horsing around in the pool in the summer of ‘86. Jonathan has never been comfortable enough in his own body to be too physical, but Eddie is wiry and strong. More importantly, he’s a competitive menace, which triggers something deep in Steve’s soul. He’s never had siblings and so never felt the deep-seated urge to be a pain in the ass, but as Eddie walks by Steve’s pool lounger, he can’t control himself.
“Hey Eds,” he calls out. “Want a beer?” And as Eddie leans in close, Steve dodges the bottle away and swings it between Eddie’s legs.
“Ball tap!” And the look of pained outrage is so funny that Steve cracks up.
Eddie’s hands clench over his junk in his swim trunks, eyes glaring at Steve as they water.
“Fuck you, Harrington. I hope you know this means war.”
And so begins the least sexual genital-touching of Steve’s life. Every single time he and Eddie hang out, in group settings or alone, they both end up trying to ball tap each other. And all weapons are fair game. Swatted hands, dish towels, feet - nothing is off the table.
One day, Steve is home alone listening to a cassette while reorganizing linens on a shelf above him. He doesn’t hear Eddie come up behind him, ready to backhand his nuts. Shifting at the last minute on the stepstool, he stretches his body further away, just enough that Eddie’s fingertips brush his balls from behind.
In the split second it takes his body to realize that it’s just Eddie and not a threat, it somehow misses the memo that this is an entirely inappropriate time to let out a long moan.
And worse, his legs automatically spread to give Eddie more access.
