A little STEDDIE COZY for your lazy Sunday. The lovely and amazing @logiedraws kindly allowed me to take their inspiring art and create a little scene. 🍂✨
‘TIL MORNING:
It had been this way for weeks, maybe months.
Steve rapping gently against Eddie’s bedroom window in the night.
At first Eddie doesn’t understand why he chose his place to crash – but he also didn’t mind it. He’d always let Steve ramble on about whatever was on his mind which was almost always after some fight he had with his date or some failed date. Eddie never complained. He’d just softly pluck the strings of his guitar and pause every now and then to tell Steve he deserved better.
Because he did.
Sometimes they smoke weed. Sometimes they’d watch scary movies on the piece of shit TV Eddie has set up in his room – the one where the image got staticky, and they’d have to bang on the side of it to clear it.
Eddie basked in the idea of having Steve so close. Took pride in the fact that he took comfort in his space.
On this cold November night in the Munson trailer things were no different.
Until Steve dropped a bomb on Eddie.
He’d asked him if he could stay ‘til morning.
He’d asked Eddie to keep him warm.
“I like it here Eddie.” Steve hummed as he pulled the metal head to his side and pulled Eddie’s arm around him. “I like you.” He murmured as he started to drift off.
Eddie pulled Steve closer to his chest, pressed a kiss to the back of his head. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the sweet smell of Steve’s hair and the subtle scent of his cologne.
And he smiled to himself, holding onto Steve – ‘til morning.
eddie had just gotten out of the shower, watching as steve inspected himself in the mirror.
"i think i want to get this mole removed," steve trailed, hands gliding over the bump on his neck, frowning as he does.
eddie whipped around to face him, wet hair slapping him in the face, pulling a laugh out of steve. "what?"
"i wanna-"
"yeah, yeah, i heard you. why would you do that?" eddie said, waving his hands all dramatically. steve roller his eyes, and shrugged.
"i dunno. aren't they kinda... ugly?"
eddie blanched, mouth opening and closing in shock, trying to get the words out. "steve. you did not just say that- i- oh my god."
steve looked at him with an expression that read 'unimpressed.'
eddie moved in closer, putting his hands around steve's waist, pulling him in. he placed a gentle kiss on steve's neck, right beside said mole, "i love your spots, baby. they aren't ugly. not at all." he whispered, hands rubbing circles into steve's hips.
steve looked away and sighed, "really?" he asked, voice small.
eddie nodded, grabbing steve's hand and leading him to their bedroom before proceeding to lay steve down and kiss each and every one of steve's moles, freckles, and beauty marks.
and if by the end they were both flushed and breathless, well. that was for them to know.
Eddie, stumbling into his trailer after spending the night with Steve. He faceplants onto the couch, stuffing his face into one of the pillows.
Wayne: You have a nice evening with your fella?
Eddie: I am absolutely crazy about this man! He carried me up to bed after I fell asleep on the couch last night.
Wayne: Yeah, he called me to let me know you were staying the night. Wouldn't shut up about how cute you looked. That boy must really love ya because I always thought you looked like you were having a seizure when ya slept. Almost rushed you to the hospital the first night you came to live with me. I think I might be crazy about your man, too.
Eddie: . . .You can't have him! He's mine!
Wayne: Now, boy, I don't have plans on stealing your man. I'm just saying that he must put up with a lot by sleeping next to you. Besides, he ain't my type.
Eddie: Yeah, your type looks an awful lot like -
Wayne: Eddie, don't make me call Steve! I'll tell him you're being a menace.
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Paradise by the dasboard light.
Steve is good at pretending.
He always has been good at that: pretending to follow his father’s steps into a very profitable business career. Pretending to like Tommy H and Carol. Pretending to be popular, the most popular, the King.
Pretending to like girls.
It’s not- He likes girls, her soft bodies, her curves, her silky skin and soft moans. But it took him years and one Robin Buckley - and being tortured by Russians somehow related to the hellish nightmare that was the Upside Down, because what’s life without a little bit of trauma, right? - to stop pretending that Steve Harrington exclusively likes girls.
Not like Steve could do much about this new truth about himself, once he said it out loud to Robin when he was ready. Not with their lives hanging from a thread, and Vecna murdering their schoolmates, and the local freak, Eddie Munson, being wanted dead or alive for the townsfolk and joining the party.
No, Steve hadn’t had time to really think about what his sexuality implies or if he ever wanted to do something about it.
But now Vecna is defeated, the Upside Down is closed, Hawkins is being fixed north to south and side to side. Now life is returning to something close to normal.
Just, close to it.
“Haaaarrington!” Eddie storms inside the renewed Family Video, singsonging his name, and fuck, it shouldn’t make Steve’s belly tingle in interest. “Are you free this evening, big boy? Please, please, Harrington, tell me that you’re free.”
Maybe one day Steve will get used to Eddie’s flirtatious nature, but today is not that day. Flustered and feeling high, like Steve feels always that he has Eddie’s attention, turns to look at him, schooling his face into an annoying expression, before answering him.
“What do you want?” Steve asks dryly. It only makes Eddie’s grin wider, and Steve has to accept the fact that he wants to kiss him stupid.
“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, are you in a mood? A cute girl rejected you today? Not that something like that could happen, you’re the cutest boy in the whole Indiana-”
Eddie always says shit like this, not noticing the inner turmoil he provokes in Steve every single time. The handsome bastard.
“Munson,” Steve warns him. Whatever Eddie is going to propose, Steve knows he’s going to say yes to him. Usually it’s something Henderson-related.
“I’m bored,” Eddie shrugs, hands on the counter in front of Steve, long, toned arms on display, all ink and scars. “It’s summer, I finally graduated, I have nothing to do and. You know, I thought maybe you’d want to go to Indy with me? There’s a new record store, Divinyl Records, want to check it out.”
The only sign that shows that Eddie is nervous is his rambling, it makes Steve feel a bit better.
“And I know you don’t like it, but I want to buy a new set of dice, Henderson asked me to buy another for him, too.”
There it is, the Henderson-related excuse they both seem to need to hang out together. Steve is happy to have Dustin in common with Eddie, but he wishes they didn’t need any other excuse to spend time togther.
Steve feigns to think about it for a second, glaring at Eddie and sighing exaggeratedly before agreeing.
“I’ll pick you up when I finish here, around noon,” Steve says, trying to hold his own silly smile when Eddie beams at him, dimples included, and fists his right hand in victory. Steve eyes the way his forearm flexes and how his ridiculous rings shine under the artificial light of the store.
“Yes, Stevie! I knew I could count on you!” He exclaims, and a few customers turn to look at them, but Steve couldn’t care less, not when Eddie is reaching to pat Steve’s hand on the counter, leaving Steve’s skin prickling with need wherever Eddie’s long, warm fingers caresses his own. “See you at noon, then.”
Eddie turns and leaves Steve alone, flustered and with butterflies flying in his stomach, battering their wings furiously inside him.
-
Steve calls Robin to cover him, because if it’s true that he’s free in the evening, he very much wants to take a shower and to brush his teeth compulsively before picking Eddie.
It’s not a date, and Steve knows that, but that doesn’t mean Steve has to meet Eddie with his armpits stinking after eight working in a store with a barely working AC, and if he uses his favorite cologne and styles his hair with even more care than usual… Fuck it, ok? Steve puts it on his best polo, the one that makes his shoulders look broader, and the tightest Levi’s he owns.
He really doubts Eddie is, well, like him. He has seen Eddie around girls, he’s a flirt, just as he is with Steve. But that’s - just because he’s a tease. Eddie doesn’t flirt with Gareth or Jeff, his best friends. And he doesn’t flirt with Jonathan nor Argyle, either. This thing Eddie has with Steve, this flirting, is just their trauma-related shared bond or whatever.
And yet, Steve can’t help but smile when he picks up Eddie from the new house he shares with Wayne, a little gift from Uncle Sam’s government after the whole Upside Down fiasco.
“Ah, to be in the infamous Beemer with the king in person, what a high honor!” Eddie banters the moment he sits in the passenger’s seat. “And it smells good, wait.”
Eddie leans into him and Steve feels himself blushing fiercely, tries half heartedly to push him away before turning on the car.
“Man, you smell good,” Eddie sniffs the air. “No way!”
“What?” Steve can’t help but smile. Eddie is gorgeous and is grinning at him and he likes how Steve’s smells.
“Did you take a shower for me?” Eddie is beaming at him, and Steve wants- He just wants. He laughs, feeling caught red handed.
“I took a shower because it’s fucking summer and it was disgusting, I was disgusting,” Steve says.
“I doubt that,” Eddie answers him, leaning in his seat and looking through the open window. “I bet even your sweat smells fucking good.”
Steve dares to glance at him, sure that his face is showing how flustered and aroused he is just because, well, Eddie. Thankfully, the reason for his half hard cock is now resting with his eyes closed, enjoying the wind and the sun bathing his skin, being beautiful and relaxed. It’s good to see him like this, Steve wishes he could watch Eddie like this more often.
-
Their evening together is. Fuck, it’s perfect. It’s probably the best date Steve has ever had, even if it’s not a date.
They spend their good time at Divinyl Records, bantering and bickering about everything. Eddie’s tastes, Steve’s taste, what they both like, what they both hate. Eddie is delighted to learn that Steve actually loves Queen, his eyes bright when they talk about it. Steve doesn’t want to read into it, but hope is free, right?
Eddie squeaks when he finds something he wants, one of Meatloaf’s vinyl, Bat Out of Hell, saying that it’s very on point, that he feels exactly like that, and he traces the ink of his arm, the bats he has tattooed there. The record’s cover is red and orange. It shows a man on a hellish motorbike, flying high after storming, well, out of hell, a giant demonic bat left behind. Steve wonders if Eddie feels like the man in the cover, avoiding Death and escaping Hell, or, in their own experience, the Upside Down.
“Man, I wish I had a record player at my home,” Eddie says wistfully, admiring the cover. “Have you ever listened to him? It’s- It’s not metal but it’s like, rock, and potent, and-” Eddie sighs, leaving the record in its place. “Anyway, I have it on tape already.”
Eddie smiles at Steve, shrugging, and leaves to search in the other boxes. Steve takes the record, Bat Out of Hell, already decided to buy it for Eddie, a plan forming in his mind. He has an absurdly big, fancy record player at his home, and it’d be a great excuse to have Eddie around more often.
They both end up buying some tapes, and Steve puts the record to buy it, too, under Eddie’s confused glare.
“Steve, what-?” Eddie asks when Steve puts Meatloaf’s record in Eddie’s plastic bag.
“I have a record player, you can come whenever you want to hear this or whatever other record,” Steve says, ignoring the way his cheeks - and his whole body - are burning. This silly thing seems to be too revealing, somehow, as if Steve were admitting out loud how much he wants Eddie.
But the metalhead is simply gawking at him, pink lips half parted, his doe eyes so big and bright that Steve doesn’t really know what to do when Eddie is looking at him.
“Stevie- I,” Eddie’s voice quivers softly. “Are you sure? I’ll be there like, all the time, just- camp in your living room and listen to music non-stop, like, forever. You won’t get rid of me.”
Do it, Steve thinks, chest heaving. Do it, come live with me, sleep in my bed, never leave my life. Take all of me.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure,” Steve laughs a bit too loud. “Whatever you say, man, just, accept it? As a gift?”
“Fuck, yeah, Harrington, thank you!” Eddie is buzzing with pent up energy, holding the bag against his chest, smiling openly and closing the distance with Steve, as if he was thinking about hugging him or-
“Of course,” Steve smiles, swallowing his deception when Eddie stops suddenly, taking a step back. He needs to get a grip on reality, and soon, or Eddie’s antics are going to kill him. “Let’s go.”
It’s still the best date Steve has ever had, after that. It’s easy to laugh with Eddie, to forget everything else when Eddie is retelling some incredible story, talking with his hands as much as with his deep, baritone voice, and Steve is transfixed by his whole persona.
Eddie buys a few things for his next campaign, excited because Baby Byers are joining them at last.
“You should try, Steve, just give it a chance!” Eddie says excitedly, and winking an eye to Steve, he shoves a small box against Steve’s chest. “Those are what you need to start, if you ever want to give me- give us a chance. To play DnD! That’s it!”
Steve opens the box to see a brand new set of dice, shiny yellow, all for him. Just for Steve, because Eddie wants him to play DnD with them all.
“I will,” Steve breathes, deeply touched.
“I know we’re a bunch of freaks and that you’re far too cool for us, you know, biting the head off a demobat and all that-,” Eddie keeps rambling, nervously hiding his face behind a strand of dark hair. Steve shouldn’t find him this charming, but here he is, once again holding himself back to not kiss Eddie senseless.
“Eddie, I will!” Steve laughs, interrupting him, resting his hand in Eddie’s warm, heaving chest to calm him. Through the well worn fabric of his shirt, Steve can feel the rabbit-like beating of Eddie’s heart. “I’ll join you all, but it’ll be my first time, be gentle with me, ok?”
Eddie makes a throaty sound at that, something like a strangled ngk!, and his eyes widen impossibly, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I’ll be, fuck, baby, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” Eddie whispers back, taking a step forward, hands hovering over Steve’s hips.
It’d be so easy for any of them to simply lean in and press their lips together in a kiss. Steve has no doubts, this is not just Eddie’s flirtatious character, it can’t be. They’re so close, their mouths mere inches apart, just-
Someone clears their throat nearby, and just like that, the spell is broken and the moment, gone. Steve retires his hand from Eddie’s chest as if it burnt him, and Eddie jumps backwards, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“It’s still soon,” Steve says, not looking at Eddie’s eyes. “Want to eat something before heading back to Hawkins?”
-
Clouds of a summer storm curl in the sky the moment Steve and Eddie find a greasy joint that smells good enough to entice them, and they order two burgers with fries and cherry coke for Steve and vanilla milkshake for Eddie.
It’s- so much, in the best sense of the word.
They’re laughing and talking loud to be heard over the blasting music, their mouths full and it should be disgusting. It is. Steve would never dare to be like this in front of anyone else - not another guy and definitely not in front of a girl -, it’s like being a kid again, that kind of freedom.
Except that Steve doesn’t remember feeling this hunger, this raw, visceral need for any of his friends before. Steve wants to jump on Eddie’s lap and swallow him whole and be swallowed by him.
There’s this invisible energy between them, buzzing restless and igniting every one of Steve’s nerves, a low thrum nestled deep in his belly. Eddie seems to not be able to stop looking at Steve, not since they almost kissed before. Now it’s like a physical force pulling at them, tugging at them together. Strong as gravity. Inevitable.
In a dazed moment of craziness, where everything could go terribly wrong or wonderfully right, Steve decides to test the waters. He takes off one of his Adidas with the other foot, and while Eddie is talking about god knows why, Steve reaches to caress his calf with his bare feet under the table.
Eddie goes silent, his eyes bulging, completely flabbergasted. For a terrifying second, Steve is sure that Eddie is going to stop him, to spit at him a cruel what the fuck are you doing?!. Steve bites his lower lip in fear, and starts to lower his feet, when Eddie finally speaks up.
“Harrington,” he mumbles weakly. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Steve smirks at him,euphoric. This is not a fucking hopeless fantasy, this is happening, and it’s absurd. He copied this move from a girl he dated once, she was wearing lovely low heels with a strap around his ankle, and it was very exciting. They were in a fancy restaurant with actual tablecloth to hide what was happening undeer the table.
Instead, he’s wearing socks, and he’s far from being a pretty girl, but Eddie is looking at him in awe, his cheeks beet red and his breath uneven. Because of Steve. Fuck, this is how a girl feels when flirting with Steve like this?
Steve gets bolder, and traces with his feet Eddie’s long leg, caresses his thigh. He wants to whine when Eddie spreads his legs wider in a silent invitation. The metalhead is looking at him with a wild expression on his face, one hand holding the edge of the table for dear life. The other hand, Eddie sneaks it under the table, wraps his long fingers around Steve’s ankle.
“We should talk,” Steve says, feeling deliriously high, his cock more than half hard now, straining his cotton boxers.
I“What?” Eddie asks, distracted, drawing circles with his thumb in Steve’s ankle. “Harrington, are you sending me mixed signals? Because I can’t focus right now-”
Steve has to laugh, shaking his head, and taking the chance to prod with his toes at Eddie’s crotch, pride swelling his chest when he feels Eddie’s cock throb at the attention received. Steve’s own dick twitches in empathy. Fuck, this is the most exciting thing Steve has ever done.
“No, dipshit,” Steve snorts. “Just talk, make it like nothing is happening.”
“Stevie, baby, nothing is actually happening here,” Eddie grits between his teeth, his knuckles gripping the table so hard they turned white. “And that’s how I’m going to die. Here lies Eddie Munson, Steve the Tease Harrington killed him.”
“Shut up, I’m not a tease,” Steve smirks, even if he’s now stroking the clothed length of Eddie with his toes, wishing there were nothing between them. Not a fucking table, not clothes.
“You’re not?” Eddie asks, dead serious now. His eyes pleading at Steve, brows pinched. “You’re not just teasing me for some twisted joke?”
His voice. Steve knows he’ll remember his pained, vulnerable voice forever. For the first time in months, Steve thinks that maybe, just maybe, Eddie has been feeling just the same way about him.
That thought makes his head spin and his mouth dry.
“I would never joke about something like this, Eds,” Steve says. “We should… pay, maybe? You can spend the night at my home?”
A myriad of microexpressions take over Eddie’s face then, Steve can’t barely read them all, but then Eddie smiles at him, nodding sharply and squeezing Steve’s ankle just once before taking it off his twitching cock.
“I’ll need a dew minutes before, you know,” he smiles shyly, and Steve grins at him.
“Yeah, me too.”
-
Silently, because it’s the summer of ‘86 and neither of them want to start a riot in the middle of Nowhere, Indiana, they manage to keep their hands to themselves, jumping into the Beemer in silence.
Eddie’s leg is now bouncing up and down restlessly, trying to decide what of their new tapes to put in to listen to some music. Steve couldn’t care less, turning the engine on and revving up, wanting nothing more than to reach home and get inside with Eddie.
Fuck.
A guitar riff starts playing and Eddie plays the air as if he were playing the guitar. Long fingers caressing the invisible neck of his imaginary guitar, rings clinking softly, his head moving along, his curls bouncing. Steve always admired how freely and unabashed Eddie is, even if the boy admitted to him that most of it is just a facade he used to put on to mask how much of a coward he was.
“So,” Eddie says at last, looking at the big, dark clouds that cover the dusky sky.
“So,” Steve repeats.
“You weren’t just teasing, back at the diner?” Eddie asks, and tugs at his curls playfully.
That tension between them is still there, crackling in the space between them like electricity.
“Not teasing,” Steve promises, and shoots a smile at Eddie. “I meant it there and I mean it now, Eddie.”
“You want this,” Eddie’s index finger points at them both vaguely. “You want this to happen, then.”
Steve swallows around the lump in his throat.
“Y-yes, Eddie, I-,” Steve has to take a deep breath, to focus on the driving and on his confession. “I’m tired of not having enough excuses to hang out with you more often. Fuck that, I’m tired of needing excuses, Eddie. Do you want this? Do you want this too?”
Eddie answers by putting his hand on top of Steve’s thigh, nails scratching the denim softly before squeezing the soft flesh.
“Ah, fuck,” Steve whimpers at the sudden sensation, the wave of aroussal rippling through his whole body.
“I don’t remember not wanting this with you, baby,” Eddie says, voice so soft and vulnerable that it feels like a punch in Steve’s guts. “I’ve been obsessed with you since I saw you in the boat house, making that soft ah for me.”
“Fuck you,” Steve snaps without heat. “You were threatening me with a fucking broken bottle.”
“Yeah, and it was the weirdest boner of my life, Steve-o,” Eddie grins. “So hard and fat and leaking because of your little moan.”
Eddie leans into Steve again, invading his personal space completely as he does often, but now his hand is so close to Steve’s groin that it makes him feel dizzy. Steve knows Eddie is teasing him now, he knows Eddie was far too terrified that awful night to even pop a boner then, but fuck if the image of Eddie’s cock, hard and leaking beacuse of Steve doesn’t make his toes curl.
“Shut up, Munson,” Steve laughs, but spreads his legs wider so Eddie can grab his bulge through his jeans. Eddie doesn’t do that, the bastard. He sits back on his seat like a normal person and grins. His hot palm is still on Steve’s thigh, though, driving him crazy.
“Or what?” Eddie snaps at him playfully,
“Or I won’t let you fuck me when we come home,” Steve threats him. Eddie gasps, feigns being offended, but Steve can see his smile from the corner of his eye. It’s the weakest threat Steve could do, knowing that they’re both stupidly horny.
“That’s cruel of you,” Eddie pouts. His fingers start drawing circles on Steve’s thigh, and it’s an interesting sensation, lust and need mixed with the tender fondness Eddie inspires him.
It feels like every step they’re doing is, in fact, a leap of faith. As if the smallest detail could break this bubble they’re in, now. Steve lets go of the wheel with one hand so he can tangle his fingers with Eddie’s. The metalhead doesn’t look at him, he’s once again hiding his face behind his curtain of dark curls, but squeezes Steve’s hand and thumbs over his knuckles.
It’s not a kiss. Fuck, they haven’t kissed yet and Steve is thirsty for him. But it’s good, it’s somehow better, because this means something. This means that it matters, that is not only their horniness.
Steve lets himself hope for once.
They drive in silence, big fat drops falling from the darkening sky, and it’s peaceful for a while. Steve loves to drive, and driving under the rain it’s kind of romantic. Eddie seems to relax by his side, he’s quiet for once and his hand is still intertwined with Steve’s.
“Thanks for today,” Steve blurts. “For asking me to come with you, it’s been- I had fun.”
Eddie grins lazily at him. “My, my, King Steve, is this one of your moves?”
“What? No, fuck, I just wanted to be honest,” Steve frowns at Eddie, rain falling more heavily every passing ssecond.
Eddie sighs.
“I’m sorry,” he shrugs. “I don’t know how to do any of this, actually.”
“What?”
“You know. This felt like a date from the start, and I wanted it to be a date, I just-,” Eddie laughs awkwardly. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, you’re right, I’m tired of needing a silly excuse to be with you, and yet you bought me the record-”
“Yeah, and you gave me a dice set,” Steve interrupts him.
“Hm,” Eddie hums. “I’m just nervous. Never had a date. Was this a date?”
“It can be a date if you want it to be,” Steve says. “I want it to be a date, that’s why I’m driving us home now, like-”
“To seal the deal?” Eddie snorts.
“No. Yes. I don’t know! Maybe.”
“King Steve is nervous?” The metalhead teases him.
“I think I’m always nervous when you’re around,” Steve confesses.
“Fuck, me too, sweetheart,” Eddie laughs openly now. “I think I’m gonna fuck it up somehow, I’m terrified, that’s why I’m being a dick.”
“Yeah? And what’s your excuse for being a dick every day, Munson?”
They both laugh freely, the banter flowing easily, and Steve breathes out relieved that their friendship is not going to be ruined by this. He lifts their joined hands so he can kiss Eddie’s knuckles, and the metalhead groans softly, surprised and pleased.
Their joy lasts just a few more minutes. The sky is completely black now and it’s pouring with rage, Steve can barely see shit on the road.
“Fuck this rain,” Steve complains. “I think we should find a spot to stop and wait for a while.”
“There’s a dead end nearby, I used it a lot before for… Well, you know. We can wait there.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
It takes them a while to find the dead end Eddie knows, with Steve’s slow driving and the non-stop rain. Thankfully there are no cars, and when they find the place where Eddie used to sell, Steve stops the car and turns off the lights, leaving the music on. The rain clatters around them.
They’re finally alone. Well, they’ve been alone since they got into the car, but Steve was busy driving. Now they’re alone and nothing is distracting them. When Steve looks at Eddie, he knows that they both are thinking the same thing.
They’re alone, in the car, no one is crazy enough to be driving under this rain, and there’s only the dashboard light illuminating them.
And then, it happens. Both of them launching to each other and meeting in the middle in a searing kiss, teeth clacking and noses bumping, but who cares. They readjust a bit and then they’re properly kissing, and it’s fucking good. Not what Steve is accustomed to, Eddie’s stubble rasps Steve’s chin, but his lips are plush and soft and warm. His long fingers are on Steve’s jaw, tracing it blindly, while Steve is grabbing Eddie’s shirt, tugging at him desperately.
“Fuck, Stevie, I was dying to do that.”
“Please, stop saying things like you’re dying, I can’t stand that, Eds-”
Eddie kisses him softly now, as an apology.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Eddie says, and starts trailing kisses down Steve’s neck. “I’ve been dreaming with this for so long, fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Hng, Eddie,” Steve whimpers, closing his eyes and letting himself feel. Eddie's hot breath on his neck, his hands roaming down his spine. Steve’s fingers tangling in Eddie’s curls.
“Can’t believe you want this, too, holy fuck, Stevie,” Eddie’s hands find the hem of his polo and sneak underneath, Steve’s abs shiver at the contact.
“I want you so badly, Eddie,” Steve mumbles. “I thought you were just playing or whatever, fuck, if I knew I’d have taken you on a date sooner.”
“Shit, Steve, really?” Eddie lifts his head to look at Steve, caresses his lips with his thumb, and Steve opens his mouth instinctively. “Fuck, Steve, I don’t think I can wait until we got home, baby, I need you.”
Steve moans wantonly at that, his own cock twitching needily.
“How do you want me?” Eddie asks, cradling Steve’s face softly in his hands and peppering it with kisses. It’s thrilling, knowing that someone, Eddie, wants him. and wants this to be good for Steve. It’s good to be the receiving part of all this attention.
“Would you-,” Steve has to take a deep breath to ask for what he wants. Something he has been thinking about for a long time now. But this is Eddie. Eddie, who wants him too. Eddie, his friend, maybe so much more than that from now on. “Would you fuck me?”
“Jesus Chr-, fuck, yes Stevie, whatever you want, baby,” Eddie says, his voice muffled with Steve’s lips as he leans in to kiss him again. “Everything.”
They shift and move around until they’re sprawled more or less comfortably on the Beemer’s backseat. Steve underneath Eddie’s lean body, their legs tangled together and their fully clothed cocks rubbing against each other. Panting and moaning wantonly until the windows start to fog with their shared heat.
“You’re so hot, Harrington, what the fuck,” Eddie complains, pressing their foreheads together and rolling his hips.
“Harrington? Really? When you’re about to fuck me?”
“Do you prefer if I call you sweetheart?” Eddie asks, and bites Steve’s pulse. Steve moans, baring his neck. “Or baby?” Another bite, a little bit lower. “Mi amor?”
“Ah, fuck, Eddie,” Steve arches his back, needing more. Needing everything Eddie would want to give him.
“Stevie, Stevie, darling, we’re wearing too many clothes, can we like, get rid of all our clothes right now?”
“Yes, yes, fuck!”
They undress quickly, caressing and nipping at every new inch of skin they can reach, until they’re finally bare. It’s kind of a shame that Steve can’t really enjoy the sight of Eddie with no shirt and unzipped jeans, but he’s hopeful, maybe he can ask Eddie later, when they’re at home. But they’re naked at last, and Eddie is, in fact, enjoying Steve’s body.
“Fuck, Stevie, why are you so hot?” Eddie says, and buries his face in Steve’s chest, pushing at his pecs and sniffing deeply. “Man, I wanna live here now, in your muscled tits, look at all that haaair.”
Steve laughs, his hands on Eddie’s hair again. “You’re so silly.”
“I just,” Eddie snorts. “You know, I’ve never been a boobs guy until I saw yours. I’m so happy this is happening.”
Eddie braces on his arms again so they can kiss again, and again, while their hands explore freely down their bodies. Steve palms Eddie’s scars tenderly, worshiping them, incredibly grateful that Eddie left the Upside down with just these scars. The proof that he’s alive.
Steve feels his heart clenching at that thought, and while that well known lump forms again in his throat, he realizes that he doesn’t have a silly crush on Eddie Munson. No, not at all. Steve is in love with him.
“I’m happy too, Eds, please,” Steve pleads, voice trembling and wet.
“Stevie,” Eddie whispers, settling between Steve’s legs, stroking his thighs soothingly, fingers tracing the shape of his cock, following his vein until he reaches the gland, pressing the underside with his thumb. It’s dry and gentle and Steve can’t hold back the whine that escapes his mouth. “Fuck, baby, so responsive, are you always like this?”
Steve shakes his head sharply, trying to find the words.
“N-no,” and fuck, he’s not lying. He feels like he has cheated on every girl he has made out with, every girl he took to bed, because it never felt this good, it never felt like this raw need. This is all Eddie. “Not like this.”
“Fuck.”
Steve wants to do so much more, he wants to worship Eddie, but the metalhead is determined to ruin him for everyone else, it seems.
“Have you ever been with another dude?”
“You’re the first,” Steve says, honesty making him blush, feeling like a virgin. To some extent, he is a virgin, he’s about to do something he never allowed himself to think about until - Eddie.
“Steve,” Eddie sighs. “Steve, look at me, please.”
Steve obeys, vulnerable and helpless. Eddie’s big eyes are searching in his face for some ineffable answer, Steve hopes he finds it.
“Baby, do you want it to be like this? With me?” Eddie’s own vulnerability actually helps, it makes Steve braver, for them both. Steve drags Eddie down for a deep kiss before answering him.
“I want you, right here, right now,” Steve reassures him. “And I’ll probably want you again when we get home, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.”
“Stevie-”
“If you’ll have me, Eds, I want you everyday.”
Eddie groans at his words, his face red and his whole body trembling atop Steve while they kiss.
“Every fucking day, baby, ever fucking day.”
Eddie kisses one last time before spitting in his fingers, and Steve holds his breath when he sees Eddie’s hand disappearing between his legs, his own cock leaking like a fountain, aching.
The first drag of Eddie’s index finger against his rim is slick and soft, it surprises him even if he was expecting it. Eddie prods at it, slicking it, until the tip catches on it and he pushes forward, making Steve grunt.
“Relax, baby,” Eddie says, caressing Steve’s soft, inner thigh with his free hand. “If I knew, I'd have brought lube.”
“It’s ok, just keep going, Eddie, please,” Steve begs, looking at Eddie, taking in his lean body, the ink that decorates it, his long cock hanging proud between his legs, hard and fat and leaking for him as he promised earlier.
Eddie takes its time, and a lot of saliva, opening Steve, fucking him with his fingers as if his life depends on it. Steve braces himself wherever he can, panting wantonly and wondering why he never put his fingers up his hole. It feels fucking incredible, with Eddie’s chunky rings prodding at his entrance. His arms flexing, his abs shivering. Fucking hot, Steve thinks, half hystericall. So hot and he’s going to fuck me.
“Stevie, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, kissing Steve’s knee. “Baby, do you have condoms?”
Steve fumbles blindly, he knows he has condoms in his car, he just doesn’t remember where, and hopes they’re ok. After a few seconds, Steve finally grabs the box, opens it and gives one to Eddie, who is grinning wolfishly at him.
He watches as Eddie rolls the condom down his cock, stroking himself a few times to full hardness. It’s a pretty cock, longer than he expected and thick, uncut, and he can’t wait to have it inside of him.
“You ready, love?” Eddie asks him, his voice deep and rough with arousal. Steve can only nod. “Tell me if it doesn’t feel good, ok?”
“Have you done this?” Steve asks, a pang of jealousy hitting him out of the blue.
“Not too much, if I’m honest with you,” Eddie laughs awkwardly. “It’s been almost a year since the last time. “Is that- You ok with that? I’m not like, experienced or-”
“Shut up and fuck me, fucknut,” Steve begs roughly, lifting his hips, and Eddie laughs,
“Bossy, bossy, sweetheart.”
Steve wants to retort, but then Eddie’s cockhead is pushing against his rim and breaching him and it’s-
It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s everything Steve can think about now because Eddie’s cock is opening him deliciously, the stretch burns a little but Eddie is going so tenderly slow that Steve wants to scream.
“Fu-uck, Steve, you’re so tight,” Eddie moans, arms trembling at either side of Steve’s head. “I bet you’ve never played with your little hole before, huh?”
Eddie’s words go directly to Steve’s cock, dripping precum and forming a puddle on his belly. He shakes his head, whimpering.
“Holy fuck, Stevie, baby, you’re so hot and wet, you’re swallowing me, so fucking good, does it feel good for you too?”
“So good, Eddie, please, please.”
Eddie bottoms out and stays still for a moment, kisses Steve sloppily and lets him adjust to this new, intrusive sensation.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
“I’m so full, Eddie,” Steve manages to moan, arms wrapping around Eddie’s neck. “So fucking full, like, I can feel you in my throat full.”
Eddie laughs at that, his cock twitches inside Steve, and they both pant at it. Eddie’s hips roll backwards just as slowly, and the slick slide of his cock is enough to drive Steve insane, until he pushes forward again in a long. fluid and quicker thrust, and Steve wails.
“More, more, Eddie, more!” He demands, already addicted to this.
“Fuck, yes, Stevie my love,” Eddie mumbles, thrusting in a little bit harder, a little deeper, while Steve scratches his back desperately.
Eddie fucks him a little sloppily, but he does roll his hips artfully and aims for something, changing the angle from time to time. It’s good, it’s so good and Steve feels so good, he feels floaty and safe. He loves the slide in and out, the drag of Eddie’s cock, how it presses against his inner walls.
And then Eddie changes the angle again, pushing Steve’s legs further against his chest, and bucks his hips in. His cock presses inside Steve against some fucking magnificent spot that makes him scream his pleasure, fingers curling around Eddie’s curls and tugging at them, trying to groudn himself and failing but never wanting Eddie to stop.
“Fuck, Eddie, fuck me there, there, holy fucking- don’t stop, Eds, right there!” He yells nonsensically, and Eddie grins at him.
“There?” He asks, aiming for the same spot as before, and Steve can feel tears stinging his eyes, maybe rolling down his cheeks, he doesn’t know.
“Eddie, Eds, more, more, mo- ah, shit!”
The metalhead has a great aiming, once he has found that little spot, because now he’s hitting on it with every single thrust, and he obeys and fucks Steve as he requested, abusing of Steve’s sweet spot and making him wail every time.
“Stevie, Steve baby, I’m not- Fuck, I’m not gonna last, you’re so fucking loud and you feel so good, fuck me, Steve, you’re perfect, I want to come like this, please, let me come, Steve, please baby, tell me you’re close because I need to come insdie you-”
Eddie’s desperate pleas and thrusts push Steve towards the edge. He tries to sneak a hand between their bodies to touch himself, but Eddie buries himself deep inside him and grinds, stroking Steve’s sweet spot and that’s it.
His whole body shivers and trembles when his orgasm hits him, so different from the one he’s used to, so much more intense and earth-shattering. He thinks he wails, but he can’t be sure because he blacks out for a second. He comes back to a cursing Eddie, thrusting inside him unevenly and wildy, babbling non-sense and praise to Steve.
“Oh my fucking- God, Steve, you just came untouched, holy fuck, Stevie, that’s so hot, I can’t believe how hot you are. Holy shit, you’re so tight, I can feel you clenching all around me, fuck fuck fuck, Steve, I want to fuck you again and again, oh my- Oh fuck, yes, I’m gonna-”
Steve moans when Eddie thrusts in one last time and starts grinding, flushing their hips together and groaning, eyes shutted down and face contorted in pleasure, lips bitten red and skin shining with sweat.
He lets himself plop over Steve’s body, smearing the already cooling come between them. Not like Steve cares at all, he simply hugs Eddie and caresses his back soothingly until Eddie comes back down from his orgasm.
“Holy- Jesus Christ, Steve, so hot,” Eddie says with a weak thread of voice. “Steve, baby, please tell me it was good for you too, because I’m a fucking changed man, dude, I saw the light I swear.”
“Dude,” Steve snorts, and that makes Eddie’s softening cock twitch inside him still.
Eddie kisses him lazily, messily, and it’s perfect, they both are smiling, feeling sated and sticky and Steve needs a shower, but he’s happy. Oh, so fucking happy.
“Stevie.”
“Hm?”
“It was good for you too?” Again that need or reassurance. Steve holds Eddie tight against him.
“Eddie, it was fucking amazing, I didn’t know I could come just like, without touching my fucking cock,” Steve reassures him, Eddie lets out a satisfied hum. “I can’t wait for you to do this to me again.”
Eddie looks at him, eyes hopeful and wonderfully alive.
“You still want me to stay at your place tonight?”
“Eds,” Steve kisses the tip of his nose. “I don’t want you to leave my side at all, baby.”
Eddie’s wide grin is everything, bathed by the dim bulb of the dashboard light, and Steve thinks that he has seen paradise tonight, just here in his beemer, under the rain.
Eddie has an absolutely massive crush on Steve Harrington. The rest of Hellfire thinks he has bad taste and should really just move on. Harrington is straight and has only had short flings with girls. It started out as a joke after watching Gareth’s puppy go through training. Positive association and all that rot. The more he thought of it the more it made sense (“it really doesn’t Eddie” “shut up”): Steve was like a puppy and could probably be trained like one too. A beautiful start to the “bribe Steve with chocolate until his positive feels transfer to Eddie” plan. And it fucking worked. 8 months later and he has a beautiful puppy-eyed boyfriend playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand while he DMs another Hellfire campaign night.
Slight smut but it’s fluffy as hell. Its literally just grinding on each other. This is all on Valentine’s Day- there is a gif at the end and I’m not sure who to credit so if you know please let me know! But here’s Steddie first Valentine’s Day!
Steve is shyly looking around the others room. As much as he hung out with the other neither of them spent much time in the bedroom. Between Eddies energy and Steves continuous search for adventure the two were for the most part connected to the hip. Steve smiles brightly when he sees a photo of Eddie and Wayne when he was younger. Moving and picking up the frame as Eddies quickly picking up dirty clothes off the floor with a soft blush to his face. Though he pauses as he sees the facial expression on the others faces as he beams happily. Deciding fuck it, Steve obviously loved his chaos. The other had barely even glanced at the floor. Eddie had this night planned for a while and now that it was here he feels giddy.
Moving over as silently as he can he pulls out a cheesy record he made sure to buy knowing his Stevie loved cheesy. That and Eddie knew that listening to the album when he was stoned would be worth it. He moves placing “the yellow submarine” record on his player. He moves the needle carefully to the spot that he wanted it and he smiles as he hears the beginning brass play the notes to All you need is love.
“Love love love, there’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.”
And just as Eddie had predicted Steve is turning around like he hung the moon. “You hate the Beatles!” Steve says knowing his boyfriend well. Then he’s blushing as he watches Eddie pull the crushed up dandelions that he picked from outside from his back pocket with a soft blush. He had spent his money on the record so he couldn’t afford much. He was sure if they searched they could find a half eaten snickers bar somewhere. “And you hate Valentine’s Day?” Steve blushes becoming flustered as Eddie grins cheekily. Moving forward as he dances a little.
“Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to play the game, it’s easy. All you need is love.” He moves his arms awkwardly as he sings along his voice rougher and slightly deeper compared to the voice on the record. Steve moves forward as he laughs joining in. Moving his hand to take the other and spinning them around. Steve laughs as he tilts his head back as Eddie purposely drops the flowers. The petals slowly being crushed under both of their feet. “All you need is love-” Eddie says a bit dumbly as he looks at the other. Steve smiles brightly and Eddie never thought he would be hear, doing three things he hated most. Celebrating Valentine’s Day, singing the Beatles and helplessly falling in love with a jock.
They both stop singing as they fall into each others embrace. Steve melts under the others hands feeling seen for the first time in the relationship. Properly for his goofy romantic side. Eddie moves closer and Steve is the one to press their lips together. Slowly kissing as they hold on to each other. Sighing they both leave their foreheads pressed up against each other as they sway back and forth just exsisting together. Until the record cuts and the last song plays.
Eddie pulls back holding the others hands still as he takes the needle off shutting the player off before he’s carefully leading him to the bed. Moving falling on his ass on the mattress without a care in the world. Smiling brightly up at the other Steve hesitates before he’s sitting in the others lap carefully. Eddie hums gently as he traces the others face. Not needing to say anything. Steve moves forward kissing the other with everything he was feeling the winds knocked out of the both of them. And heat is slowly taking over the calm and sweet night.
Straddling the other properly Steve looks down at the other as he moves carefully pulling his polo off his chest. Eddies hands go to the others hips as he smiles softly seeing the how’s freckled body. Eddie hums gently as he moves a hand up to the others neck as he carefully traces the others throat. His rings sending a shiver down the others spine. Though one of them has to break the silence.
“I know you aren’t ready to go further, and I’m not comfortable bottoming with you yet but can we um?” Eddie stutters as Steve reads his mind and starts to grind down on the other carefully. Eddies eyes close a little before Steve smiles.
“We can do this, I’m happy doing this.” Steve says with a soft blush as he watches Eddie slowly tilt his head back a little more. Though when Eddie rememers what they are doing he carefully moves the others arms behind his back. Crossing the others arms and links their fingers together as he starts to gently pull the other up and down against himself. Panting softly he shifts a his leg a little so that the other grinds down on his thigh. It was difficult doing it with both of them being in jeans but neither of them cared.
Panting Eddie watches as Steve’s face slowly starts to flush pink and his chest and neck go a little darker red. “Hmm-” he whimpers and Steve’s eyes are closed. Eddie pulls the other a little bit more aggressively wanting his attention as he moves forward and kisses the other biting his lip carefully. Before he’s moving and biting carefully down on the others shoulder leaving his mark on the other. Wanting the other to remember just how much he loved him, even though they weren’t saying it aloud they both knew there was something amazing happening.
Eddie groans as they keep the pace slow and Steve just looks at him, and oh god was Eddie wrong. Steve Harrington can shock him even more as the boy looks him straight in the eyes and his eyes are glossy as his voice cracks a little.
Steve Harrington would definitely be going to ERAS Tour. The tickets were begrudgingly purchased by Eddie ( he absolutely loves her too with how happy she makes Steve). Arriving home after his own tour with Corroded Coffin he hides the tickets. He wants Steve to organically find them since it’s been all his boy has spoken about since it was announced.
Steve’s convinced Eddie would be to busy to go with him and he’s been less than excited about it. Eddie wouldn’t say he’s been pouting about it, but he wouldn’t say he hadn’t been pouting about it.
Eddie hides the tickets behind Steve’s obscenely large number of hair products . Which are located dangerously close to the sink in their shared master bathroom. Something he entirely forgets until he hears Steve screaming. Not only because he’s got Taylor Swift tickets but because they nearly fell in the sink. ( Eddie’s got the copies on his phone but that’s not the point)
Steve turned into a monster. Replacing the blood with delicately placed sequins and the gore with countless new outfits. Something about needing to choose his perfect ERA to pick his outfit for the show.
Eddie really shouldn’t have been surprised Steve would end up making this complicated.
It earned him the beautiful sight of Steve dancing on the countertop in countless outfits . Steve argued there was some science there. Needing to be sure it was comfy to move around in for several hours and accentuated his best features.
Reputation was Eddie’s favorite outfit if anyone’s wondering.
The things he did for Steve Harrington… he was so in love with him.
