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Ozark National Forest - 35mm
The Mountain Morning Ritual 🏔️☕
imagine waking up to the crisp, thin air of the peaks, where the only thing on your agenda is watching the fog roll out of the valley. 🌲 there is a specific kind of magic in a campsite that feels like the edge of the world. just you, a crackling fire, and two steaming mugs of coffee as the first light hits the ridges. it’s the ultimate soul-refresh—swapping notifications for the sound of wind through the grass and a view that makes everything else feel small. 🕯️✨
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Sounds of a Summer Night ~ A Steamy Steddie Moment
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A summer night filled with a chorus of sounds. Crickets chirped as they nestled in the thickets along the shore. Herons called out from somewhere along deeper waters of the lake.
Hot sparks flew from the crackling campfire and rose into the night sky like fireflies ascending to heaven.
Low muffled giggles mixed with the gentle murmurs from a small radio filtered out from the tent. Amber light glowed from the lantern inside.
Eddie wondered how his life had come to this. With Steve shimming him out of his pants for the fourth time this week. How something that started as a dare between them a month ago turned into a downright addiction – of the best kind.
“God, you’re so obsessed with me Harrington.” Eddie huffed, trying and failing to sound nonchalant, but an edge of desire cut through his tone in spite of himself.
Steve pulled the metal head down toward him roughly by his hips and positioned himself between his legs. He paused, glancing up at Eddie with a lopsided grin.
“Maybe I’m just obsessed with your dick.” He smirked.
Eddie smacked his lips in mocked astonishment. “Oh, that’s a bold comment coming from you big boy.” He snorted.
“Shut up.” Steve sighed as he reached his hand behind his back and pulled off his polo in one fell swoop.
Eddie would never get used to the sight of his friend’s bare chest and perfectly freckled golden skin. And he for sure wouldn’t get over the feeling of having his dick exposed to an eager Steve Harrington.
He suddenly felt a bloom flood his chest as he looked at his friend. He absently reached his hand down and cupped Steve’s chin tenderly. A million thoughts raced through his mind, not the least of which was that this whole “friends with benefits” thing they had going on was beginning to do things to him.
It was beginning to do things to his heart.
Steve softly furrowed his brow and blinked at Eddie. “You, okay?”
Eddie quickly drew back his hand when he realized what he’d done. They’d never done more that suck each other off – usually in the back of the van or in Steve’s den. Now here he was caressing his friend’s face like some romantic idiot.
His cheeks grew hot. “Yeah, uh . . . sorry.”
Steve’s expression softened under the warm amber light. He squeezed the inside of Eddie’s bare thigh, swirling a little circle against his skin with his thumb that sent a hot shiver down his spine.
“You know, we don’t have to . . .” Steve started to say.
“Oh, no. We do.” Eddie huffed. “Stop being such a tease Harrington and get on with it.”
Steve jerked his head. “Geez, okay. Don’t be an asshole.” He teased and pressed a kiss to the inside of Eddie’s thigh.
“What the fu – “. Eddie’s eyes went wide because that’s a move Steve’s never done before.
“Oh shit!” He gasped, taken by surprise as he felt the rapid warmth as Steve took him hungrily into his mouth.
They’d done this countless times. And it was always good. Sometimes it was even great. But tonight, something simmered underneath Steve’s touch. Maybe it was a small space of the tent that made everything feel a little more – intimate. Like they weren’t just friends who sucked each other off for fun.
Like maybe this whole arrangement was getting to Steve too.
Eddie sat up on his elbows and watched as his cock fed in and out of Steve’s mouth. He’d never watched before. Usually, he just laid back and enjoyed the ride. But now he gently rocked his hips, creating a rhythm that quickly started to cause heat to pool down his core. He bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from blurting out something stupid.
Steve worked him over, letting out satisfied little groans that rose from his chest – another new move Eddie had never heard him do before. Soon Steve’s gaze floated back up and met Eddie’s.
He pulled off Eddie’s hard cock softly, his lips red and shiny with spit. He looked so delicious Eddie had to swallow down the pang of hunger that swelled in his stomach.
“Hey.” Steve breathed.
“Hey.” Eddie managed to squeak out.
“Um, can I – uh, try something?”
Yes, Jesus Christ. Anything you want. Eddie wanted to scream but he bit down on the inside of his lip.
“What?” He asked instead.
Steve rose onto his hands and slowly crawled up Eddie’s body. For a moment time stood still. His body grew hotter. He probably needed air. But mostly, he just needed Steve.
Steve’s hazel eyes roamed over the soft curves of Eddie’s face and slowly shifted downward to his mouth before their eyes met again. The silent eye contact between them paralyzed Eddie’s tongue. He let out a breath and simply nodded softly.
And for the second time that night, he cupped Steve’s chin, and the jock leaned in. Like one might stroke their fingertips along the surface of still water, their mouths floated across one another.
Eddie’s heart thrummed in his ears. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Steve’s hot breath against his lips.
He titled his chin, offering a chaste kiss that whispered against Steve’s lips.
“What the - ?” Steve let out a sigh, blinking back at Eddie as if he was a little dizzy. He pulled back slightly, just enough to slide his hand up the side of Eddie’s cheek and hold him behind at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck.” Steve breathed as he pulled him close for a real kiss.
The tent shuttered as they grabbed for each other. Eddie’s mind began to spin. Their hands pawed at their clothes, or what was left of their clothes in a desperate flurry.
It took Eddie’s brain a moment to process that Steve was completely exposed in front of him. His gaze wandered down to Steve chest and then down to his crotch. How the fuck was he so pretty?
“God Munson. Maybe it’s you who’s obsessed with me.” Steve teased with a coy smile. He leaned back in and kissed Eddie hard on the mouth.
Eddie pulled back with soft gasp and a hard blink.
“You’re such a smart ass.” He smirked against Steve’s lips. Steve kissed him again, softly humming into his mouth. It made Eddie’s head fuzzy.
Eddie got lost in their kiss. One of his hands wandered, grasping the side of Steve’s waist and slid back to grab onto his bare ass. Steve sunk down, fully sitting on Eddie’s lap. They both sucked in their breath when their dicks connected.
Steve tilted his chin, and Eddie seized the moment to lick against his neck. He’d always had wanted to do that – even before they’d started being blow job buddies and the act sent a bolt of heat through him.
“Oh Jesus Christ.” Eddie breathed out. He reached down to stroke his own dick to help ease the ache while his other hand raked lightly along the soft hair on Steve’s chest.
Steve suddenly froze, his eyes darting down to where Eddie’s hand was wrapped around his own cock.
“What’re doing?” Steve swallowed to catch his breath.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Well, stop it,” Steve batted Eddie’s hand away. His expression was unserious as he looked down at Eddie, whose mouth was softly gaping. He watched Steve take both of their hard cocks into his hand. He bent his head, licking Eddie’s mouth hotly.
“I think you’ll like this better.” He said against his lips. He leaned his forehead against Eddie’s and looked down at their dicks as he began stroking.
It was downright pornographic the way Steve’s hand stroked them. The way he bit on the inside of his lip and softly moaned as he focused on holding the palatable rhythm.
“You’re right.” Eddie choked out. “I do like this better.”
Steve let out a weak chuckle on the end of a groan. He smiled and rocked his hips forward with the movement of his hand working them over, swiping his thumb over their wet tips.
Eddie was trying to play it cool, but it was becoming harder to lose control. He wanted to eat Steve up. Fuck him into next week. And then . . .
“Ohhh . . . my god.” Steve whined. He started to buck his hips more deliberately while sinking his mouth down onto Eddie’s lips, licking sloppily against them.
Sweat glistened along Steve’s hairline and beaded along the patches of hair on his chest. Eddie raked his hand up the backside of Steve’s ass and up to his lower back. The jock let out a hiss, aching his back into his touch.
“Why are you so gorgeous huh?” Eddie pulled Steve closer, and their mouths collided again. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” He tugged him roughly by the hips. The friction they created, mixed with their sweat caused Steve to slide along Eddie’s lap more freely. He felt wild.
A wolfish grin peeled across Steve’s face. “Am I?” He worked his hand, picking up the pace, almost like it was a challenge.
Eddie watched him, a bit awestruck – his breath caught in his throat. He could feel the scorching coil in him beginning to unravel and he no longer cared about keeping his cool.
Their hot breaths melded together, their lips skating across one another.
“Fuck baby, I - .” Eddie squeezed Steve’s waist.
Steve’s dick got wetter. Maybe it was the sound of Eddie’s gruff voice calling him baby. Or the way his tone cracked as he braced for his release. Whatever it was, it was all new because they’d only ever kept their pleasure to soft grunts before now. Like a fuckin handshake.
But Steve wanted to hear more. Needed to.
“Let’s hear it Eddie.” Steve murmured against Eddie’s plush lips as he intensified the strokes. “Fuck – let me see you fall apart.”
Eddie let out a huffed chuckle mixed with a whine like he couldn’t believe his ears and what Steve had requested.
“I’ve got you baby.” Steve cooed.
“Holy shit you’re – a menace.” Eddie stammered out. His eyes flashed open, watching Steve intensely as he bucked his hips. He caught his lower lip in teeth and made sweet little grunting sounds before squeezing his eyes closed.
He let out the lewdest moan Steve had ever heard following by a series of “holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fucks.”
Steve felt his body go weightless. His eyes softly rolled and his mouth, now slick with sweat and spit fell open as he tilted his head.
He cried out Eddie’s name.
The sound sailing up into the night sky and traveling in the air on the wings of a heron.
END
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