Written for week 1 of @softsteddieseptember, prompts Strangers to lovers, Cooking
Written for Steddie Bingo round 1 prompt Chef AU
Rating: E | WC: 1,741 | Tags: Pre-relationship, chef Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is an asshole (but in a fun way and not to Eddie), anal sex, deepthroating, partially clothed sex
ao3 | Divider credit to @steddiecameraroll-graphics
Between the pop music and the rich drunks stumbling through his kitchen trying to find somewhere private, Eddie was regretting taking this job. There had been a dozen changes to the menu well past the deadline, the groom's mother had come in three times trying to tell him how to do his job (something that Eddie didn't take well on his best day, thank you very much). It was a miracle Eddie had managed to keep his knives firmly in his hands instead of lobbing them at anyone who wasn't on his staff who dared to come through the door.
"Mr. Munson, Carol wants—"
Eddie's hand nearly slipped as he sliced into a chicken cutlet. "I don't give a good goddamn what Carol Hagan wants. Tell her if one more fucking person comes in here, she's losing her deposit and we're leaving for breach of contract."
"But—"
"No buts!" Eddie aimed his knife at the senior he'd hired to take around trays of hors devours. He would need to remember to apologize later, when the Hagans weren't breathing down his neck and driving him insane.
The door swung closed again, dulling the sound of music enough for Eddie to hear the soft laughter. He whirled around to find someone leaning in the doorway, a flute of champagne in one hand and his other tucked into his pocket. "Who the fuck—"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to get in your way." The man held one hand up, his eyes twinkling as he watched Eddie. "Just here to get a breather. Sounds like I'm not the only one who needs a break from the newlyweds."
Eddie eyed him for a moment before turning back to his food. "Are you with the bride or the groom?"
"Both." The man pushed away from the doorway and stepped closer. "They're old friends."
"My condolonces."
The stranger's laughter sent warmth flooding through Eddie's belly. "Would you believe me if I said they're not always this bad?"
Eddie considered it as he loaded stuffed chicken breasts onto a tray. "No."
Another laugh had Eddie's grin widening to match the stranger leaning against his counter. "Smart man." He drained his champagne. "I'm Steve. Harrington. Best man."
"Eddie Munson, at your service." Eddie bowed low, earning another laugh that heated his face. He slipped past Steve to wash his hands. "I'm curious to know what the rest of the wedding party thinks, if even the best man thinks they're assholes."
"I don't think anyone else cares, since they're all assholes, too." Steve smiled at him. "I'm reformed, that's why I can see things for how they really are. It's also why I still showed up today, because I knew it would be a shitshow."
Eddie grinned again. "I thought you said you were a reformed asshole."
Steve shrugged, drawing attention to those broad shoulders. "So I'm a work in progress."
"If this is what you're like still under construction, I can't wait to see the finished product." Eddie's eyes dragged over Steve from the polished tips of his shoes to the way his shirt nipped in at his waist, on up to the simple chain visible against his throat behind the open buttons of his shirt.
"I would be happy to give you a tour later…" Steve's smile was warm, friendly, held a little bit of a challenge. "If you can get away without the kitchen burning down around us, I mean."
Eddie returned his smile. "I think I can make that happen."
Steve's tongue tasted like champagne. Eddie sucked the taste greedily as Steve backed him into one of the bedrooms. He'd expected to be whisked off outside for a few minutes, maybe long enough for one of them to get their knees dirty. Instead Steve had led him through the back of the house, up the stairs. The wedding guests didn't even spare Eddie a second glance with Steve leading the way.
Now here they were, with Steve kicking the bedroom door closed behind them before guiding Eddie towards a bed in the center of the room. In the half breath that their mouths were apart Eddie had the flashing thought that they should stop. Then Steve's teeth were on his throat, Steve's hand was in the back of his slacks and gripping at his ass, and the thought was gone before it could even fully form.
Eddie's ass hit the bed, Steve hit his knees.
"Oh Jesus—"
"Told you my name was Steve."
"Shut up." Eddie huffed out a laugh that broke off into a choked gasp. Steve moved fast, had his pants down and his shirt out of the way before he'd even realized. His mouth was around the head of Eddie's cock, his big hand wrapped around the shaft. "Oh fuck, Steve—"
The response was Steve sinking halfway around his cock. Eddie saw stars as he gripped at Steve's hair, at the bedspread beneath him. He could feel the spit sliding down his cock before Steve was chasing it with the flat of his tongue.
Just when Eddie thought he couldn't be more surprised an arm wrapped around his hips, pulling him forward. He could feel the press of Steve's nose against his body, which meant— "Steve!"
Steve swallowed hard enough that Eddie couldn't help the way he pulled at Steve's hair. Especially not when he felt a lube-slick finger at his ass. Where the fuck had Steve even gotten lube? As he felt the finger breach his rim Eddie decided it really, really didn't fucking matter.
Steve opened him up like they'd done this a hundred times. One finger, two, his throat working in a way that had Eddie crying out loud enough that he was afraid they were about to get caught. Just when Eddie thought he was about to come down Steve's throat he pulled off with a filthy slurp.
"Roll over."
Eddie's dick was coated with Steve's spit, he could feel the lube smeared over his ass where cool air met skin. Who was he to deny Steve anything? He barely kicked his pants out of the way, off of one leg, barely managed to get onto his knees before an arm was around his waist to help position him into place.
The head of Steve's cock was thick. There was still a burn as he pressed inside, as he worked his hips in short, shallow thrusts that still had Eddie's entire body lighting up. He spread his thighs wider, gave a needy whine as Steve easily sank the rest of the way into his body.
"Gotta be quick." Steve's breath was hot, warm against the shell of his ear.
"Oh fuck—" Eddie dropped his head forward. He braced himself against the bed, fingers gripping petal softness, holding on tight to help drive back as Steve rocked forward. "Jesus Christ, Steve, so full—"
Steve's laugh got lost in Eddie's shoulder. There would be teethprints left in the fabric of his shirt but Eddie found he couldn't care less. All that mattered was Steve's cock driving into him again and again, Steve's hand wrapping around his cock and stoking Eddie's pleasure higher.
"Harder—" Eddie urged. He dropped his forehead to the bed as Steve dropped the hand off of his dick. He could feel the bite of them against his hips, hoped there would be bruises later, was sure there would be when Steve jerked his hips back at the same time that he drove forward.
Eddie tried to be quiet, really he did, but once Steve let go there was really no actual hope for that. Eddie muffled his sounds in the thick comforter as much as he could, but he was sure that the scream he let out when he started coming was still audible outside of the room.
"Fuck— fuck—" Steve's hand pressed to the small of Eddie's back, holding him in place. The twitch of Steve' cock as he started coming, too, earned a whine and a laugh from Eddie. He dropped his cheek back to the bed and lay there, panting.
"Is that the tour you give everyone?" Eddie joked when it felt like he had control over his words again. "Goddamn."
"No. Just the really hot caterers who look like they could use it." Steve pulled out and Eddie let himself drop to the mess he'd made on the comforter below.
"You were… very right." Eddie sat up onto his forearms— and stopped, when he got a good look at the bed. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Steve—"
"What?" Steve's voice was further away and Eddie turned just in time to see him drop his condom into the trash.
"Do you know what room we're in?" Eddie sat up a little more, eyed the bedspread again and then Steve.
"Yeah." Again Steve's voice was further away, and Eddie could just see his shoulders in the mirror as water started running in the connected bathroom.
"Do you? Because I don't think you do." Eddie lifted up a red petal and let it drift back to the bed with the rest of them.
When Steve reappeared he was buttoning his pants into place again. "This is the bridal suite."
"Steve!" Eddie picked up a handful of petals and threw them. They only drifted down to the ground, didn't even make it halfway to where Steve stood.
"Eddie!" Steve slipped back into the bathroom, then returned and nudged Eddie out of the way to start wiping the spunk off of the duvet.
Eddie watched him for a few moments before breaking into giggles. "I thought you said you were reformed!"
"I also said I was a work in progress." Steve's grin was bright and wide, his eyes sparkling. "Now unless you want them to come in here and catch us in the next ten minutes, I think we should finish getting dressed and get the fuck back downstairs"
Eddie barked out a laugh and started trying to get his clothes tugged back into place. He tried to fix the rose petal heart while Steve re-tied the ribbon around the gift basket— which explained where he got the lube and also possibly where he'd gotten the condom from.
They made their way out of the suite as nonchalantly as possible. Eddie didn't even give Steve a second glance as he slipped back into the kitchen to finish up.
He did, however, triple check that Steve's number was in his pocket.
Written for day 28 of @corrodedcoffinfest Never been kissed, round one of @steddiebingo: Friends to lovers
Rating: T | WC: 992 | Tags: Getting together, first kiss, dry humping
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Steve was watching Eddie like the most interesting insect in the world. "You're shitting me."
Eddie nearly choked on the smoke he was letting out of his lungs. "Eloquently put, Harrington. Why would I lie about that?"
"Eddie, there's no fucking way!" Steve shook his head as he stole the joint from between Eddie's fingers. "You're twenty-one, there's no way you haven't had your first kiss."
Heat flared warm and pink in Eddie's cheeks. Steve wasn't an asshole, maybe he would pretend like it was from the weed mixed with the oppressive summer heat that had turned the Munson trailer into a microwave.
"Ah, how fast you forget." Eddie lazily gestured towards his body with one hand. "Not everyone hears the name Eddie Munson and thinks hero. They think about me being a drug dealing triple senior who was acquitted of murder charges." He stole the joint back, took the last hit before stubbing it out in the ash tray. "And that's before they even remember the fact that I'm a fag, man."
Steve rolled his eyes. "That's not what you've always been."
Eddie's lips curled into a grin. "I assure you, I have always been a f—"
Steve cut him off with a barking laugh. "You know what I mean! There had to have been someone before high school."
"I don't know when you started going around trying out the taste of lipgloss secondhand but that wasn't me." Eddie reached for his now warm beer.
"Surely someone wanted to, though," Steve insisted. He scooted to the edge of his seat and rested his elbows on his knees. "I've seen pictures, you were a cute kid!"
Eddie nearly choked on his beer. "Where the hell did you see pictures?" It was his turn to roll his eyes as they let out a, "Wayne." in unison. "That nosy old man."
"I asked," Steve said. "You really pulled off the shaved head look."
"That's a fuckin' lie." Eddie grinned at him. "I was a weird lookin' kid."
"Some people are into weird!" Steve cocked an eyebrow. "C'mon. You are not seriously trying to tell me no even weirder eighth grade girls were trying to kiss you."
"I'm telling you, they weren't." Eddie gave a noncommital shrug. "Thought about going to Indy just to get the whole thing over with and out of the way but…"
"That's not very romantic," Steve said.
Eddie laughed again. "Harrington do I look like a guy who does flowers and dinner and romance?"
Steve rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Well, yeah..."
Eddie arched his own eyebrow and sat forward so he was mirroring Steve's position. "Is this you offering, Stevie?" He watched with delight as Steve turned the prettiest shade of pink. "You wanna wine me, dine me…" He trailed off, mouth curving into a smirk.
"I mean— I can at least do better than some random guy in the city." Steve pushed a hand through his hair. "I know you and I know what I'm doing."
"So I've heard." Eddie twisted a ring around his finger. "I'm still not hearing a no in there…"
Steve drained his beer, then put the can to the side. "'Cause I'm not saying no." He met Eddie's gaze. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright. He looked so goddamn eager.
There was a familiar squeeze in Eddie's chest. He should say no, call this off before their friendship was changed forever. Then again, if this was his one and only chance to find out for himself what a good kisser Steve Harrington was… "If I say yes you're not gonna kick my ass after, right?" he joked. Joking made it easier for him to hide how fucking badly he wanted this.
Steve's laugh was warm and bright enough to ease Eddie's nerves. "Even if that was my plan, we both know you'd kick my ass. I don't think my head would appreciate me losing again."
"Yeah, maybe not." Eddie grinned and reached out to rest his hand on Steve's knee. "You're sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure." Steve covered Eddie's hand with his own, sending an electric jolt through Eddie's body. He shifted even closer, until their knees were touching, until he could cup Eddie's jaw gently. "Are you—"
Eddie didn't trust his voice, he just nodded and leaned into the hand that was curled into his hair.
Steve's lips were soft and warm. He kept the pressure light at first, like he was waiting for Eddie to stop him, to change his mind.
Stopping was the last fucking thing Eddie wanted to do. He let out a soft moan, pressed closer, pulled Steve in with an arm around his waist. Between one breath and the next the kiss changed, heated up. Steve's other hand tangled in Eddie's hair while Eddie licked into Steve's mouth. There was nothing soft about it, it wasn't the romance that Steve had offered him.
There was only want, the weight of Steve's body in Eddie's lap. Eddie's teeth caught at Steve's lower lip, Steve's hands tugged at Eddie's hair and drew another moan from his throat.
"Eddie," Steve breathed before going right back in.
It was messy, spit-slick and uncoordinated. Probably what Eddie would have found in Indy.
Only this wasn't Indy, this was Steve. Steve who was rolling down against Eddie's hips like they'd done this a dozen times, who was just as fucking hard as Eddie behind those designer jeans.
"You wanted this, too, huh?" Eddie panted against his mouth.
It was Steve's turn to swallow, to nod as he pulled Eddie's lower lip into his mouth and bit down hard. "You have no fuckin' idea."
"I think I do, big boy." Eddie's hands moved to Steve's ass to try and get their bodies that much closer. "You wanna… bed?"
"You sure?" Steve murmured.
Eddie rocked up hard enough to make them both shudder with the friction. "Never been more sure, sunshine."
Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember week 1 prompt: Hate sex
Rating: E | WC: 1,218 | Tags: Hate sex (duh), pre-relationship
Also read on ao3! | Divider credit to @steddiecameraroll-graphics
Eddie could feel the vibration of the music to his very core. He'd set up in the kitchen at first, had waited for the drinks to start kicking in enough that people wouldn't bristle so hard at the sight of him before he took up residence in the corner of the living room.
The living room was great for business, no one had to go hunting for him.
It also gave him the perfect view of Steve Harrington as he pulled a brunette that Eddie vaguely recognized to the middle of the dance floor. He watched Steve's big hands splay over her hips, watched as she was pulled closer. Eddie watched as Steve buried his face in the girl's neck and did something that made her eyes go heavy-lidded and her lips part on a moan that couldn't be heard over the music.
Eddie tried to look away, to focus anywhere else, but his eyes kept coming back to Steve. Something ugly curled low in his gut. He hated this, hated the way Steve's hand slipped beneath her shirt, the way his fingers dipped beneath the edge of her skirt. He hated the way it took almost nothing to have her grinding against Steve's thigh.
Fuck this.
Eddie closed and locked his lockbox and pushed away from the corner. He didn't want to be there when Steve pulled her towards somewhere more private, couldn't handle the thought of Steve's hand under her skirt, his mouth on her tits, couldn't stand there and think about how Steve would have her bent over—
"Enjoy the show?"
Eddie nearly dropped his lunchbox. He clenched his teeth. "There was a show going on?" he asked as he popped the top on his beer. He wanted to punch the smirk off of Steve's face.
"I saw you watching, Munson. Don't pretend like you weren't."
"Not everyone's obsessed with you, Harrington. Just because you want them to be doesn't make it so." Eddie took a long drink. "You should get back, no use keeping Tiffany—"
"Brigette."
"—whatever— waiting for you." Steve's laugh grated against Eddie's nerves. He wanted to hit, or to bite something.
"Maybe I'm more interested in what's going on in here." Steve stepped forward. His fingers wrapped around Eddie's beer can, and Eddie could only watch as he drank in greedy gulps. Beer spilled out the side of his mouth, soaked into the collar of that stupid fucking polo. Once it was empty Steve crushed the can and tossed it towards the trash can. "Maybe I like making you jealous."
Jealous. Eddie wasn't jealous. "Trust me, Brittany—"
"Brigette."
"Whatever. She's so not my type, man." Eddie thought about reaching for another beer, then thought better of it. "Have a nice night, your majesty."
Steve wasn't letting Eddie go that easily. "I never said you were jealous of me." He stepped closer, crowding into Eddie's space. "We all know what your type is, Eddie."
Fear licked down Eddie's nerves. This was the weirdest start to a gay bashing he'd ever had. "That so?"
"Yeah. That's so." Steve's hand came to rest against Eddie's hip. Those long fingers dipped beneath his shirt and trailed over his hip, up towards his side. "I could tell you what it was like the last time I hooked up with Brigette. Could tell you how wet she was, how she scratched my back when I fucked her." He was close enough that Eddie could smell the beer on his breath. "I could tell you how she looked with my dick in her mouth. But it wouldn't be me that you were jealous of."
Eddie's hands shook. He could picture it all, just like Steve described it, but he was right. It wasn't Brigette he wanted to be with. "Anyone ever told you what an asshole you are?"
"I hear that works for some people." Steve's eyes dropped to Eddie's mouth and then back up. "You seem like just the sort of freak who would be into assholes." Those perfect pink lips shifted into another smirk. "Literally and fictionally."
Jesus, Steve Harrington was an insufferable ass. An insufferable ass who was right, unfuckingfortunately.
Eddie dropped his lunchbox so he could fist his hands in Steve's shirt. He pushed Steve back, until he hit the counter. Their lips met in a kiss that was all bite. Steve's hand gripped Eddie's hair tight enough to pull painfully against his scalp. Eddie bit down hard on Steve's lower lip, earning a hiss of pain that made his cock throb and had him grinding against Steve's hips.
Steve's hands went to Eddie's chest, and then Eddie was the one being pushed back. His back slammed into a shelf hard enough that he knew there would probably be a bruise later. Steve closed the pantry door behind them and found Eddie in the dark again. Eddie's shirt was shoved up and over his head and then Steve's mouth was on his chest.
"Ah— fuck—" Eddie hissed as teeth sank into his collar bone. His hands went to Steve's polo and he pulled until Steve's shirt was off, too, until their bare chests were pressed together.
"That did it for you, didn't it?" Steve panted. He worked Eddie's jeans open with one hand, slipped inside to palm over Eddie's cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Fucking knew it, Munson."
"Shut the fuck up." Eddie pulled Steve in for another hard kiss. Steve's hand slipped inside of his boxers and started stroking with quick, rough movements. His fucking hand was too dry, but Eddie didn't want to tell him to stop. He didn't want Steve to stop for anything.
"I wasn't wrong," Steve broke the kiss to breathe. "You were jealous. You want to be the one getting fucked, want my mouth on you, want me to fuck your face—"
"Steve—" Eddie bit down into Steve's shoulder and tried to keep himself quiet. This was going to be over too fucking fast and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Want me to bend you over, Eddie?" Steve stroked tighter, faster. "Want me to fuck you?" He huffed out a laugh beneath the shell of Eddie's ear. "Or maybe you want to do the fucking? Maybe you want to get me under you, make me come on your cock— fuck—"
Eddie bit down hard enough as he came that he was sure he broke skin. His hips jerked towards Steve's hand, he couldn't stop the sounds he muffled against Steve's shoulder as his orgasm rolled through him.
"Jesus, that did it for you, huh?" Steve bumped his nose against Eddie's temple with a soft laugh. "I'll have to remember that for next time."
"Next time?" Eddie felt drunk, like he'd lost his entire brain through his dick. The feeling didn't go away when Steve pulled his hand back, when he heard the sound of Steve sucking the come from his fingers.
Steve pulled Eddie's underwear back into place. "You're a pain in the ass, Munson, but you're fun." He gave Eddie's cock a gentle pat that made Eddie rethink not decking him when he had the chance. "Next time." Steve bent to grab his shirt and slipped out of the pantry, leaving Eddie to catch his breath alone in the dark.
Another late @corrodedcoffinfest fest fill, for day 9: Teenage Dirtbag
Also written for @steddiebingo round 1 prompts: Fragile, clothed sex
Rating: E | WC: 1000 | Tags: Season 2, canon-typical violence, mild blood play, biting, dry humping
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Steve Harrington's lip was bleeding again. Eddie knew this because he'd been watching Steve try to staunch the trickle of blood with his tongue for half an hour.
It wasn't working for Steve. Eddie, however, had been fighting getting chubbed up as he watched pink against red, red against pink, as he imagined the coppery tang if he were to lick into Steve's mouth. Maybe he could dig his teeth in, open it up, make him an even bigger mess than Hargrove already had.
"I'd threaten to kick your ass if you don't stop staring but we both know I would lose."
Eddie had been so engrossed in watching Steve's mouth he hadn't even noticed Mrs. Click leaving the room. He schooled his expression to look bored. "It's not everyday you get to see the fall of the monarchy. I'm just appreciating it."
Steve huffed out a humorless laugh that reopened the cut again. "By all means, don't let me stop you."
"Thanks." Eddie jerked his chin towards Steve. "Tell me you at least got in a hit or two before he rearranged your face."
"A few, yeah." Steve pushed his thumb against his lip hard enough for the flesh around it to turn white. Eddie wondered whether those perfect teeth were digging into the other side hard enough to cut him again. "They just made him fight dirty."
Eddie shook his head to clear the thought of Steve's lips from his mind and to show his disappointment. "You should've fought dirtier."
"I'll think about that next time I'm unconscious." Eddie was pretty sure Steve meant for it to sound like a joke, but those pretty brown eyes shuttered over and he lifted his hand like he was going to touch his head, only he stopped midway.
"You should learn to fight dirty first, then. Before you're unconscious."
Steve arched an eyebrow. "And who's gonna teach me, Munson? You?"
"I could." Eddie reached down to pull out the pocket knife he kept hidden in his boot. "I haven't made it this far playing by the rules."
Steve's eyes tracked the movement of the blade as it was opened, the tip pressed into the top of the desk. "And what do you get out of this arrangement?"
Huh. Steve wasn't saying no. "Who says I get anything?"
"No one does anything for free."
Steve's lip had finally stopped bleeding. His tongue poked out to prod at it before catching it between his teeth. It took the barest of pressure to spill more blood. Maybe Steve hadn't actually been trying to stop it. Maybe he liked the spark of pain, too.
Eddie lifted the tip of the blade from the hole he'd been burrowing. He used it to gesture to Steve's mouth. "I get to kiss it better."
If Steve was surprised he didn't show it. "Okay."
"Okay?" Eddie folded his knife back into itself. "We got a deal?"
Steve gave a nod. "We've got a deal."
Steve made the prettiest wounded sound when Eddie tugged on his bottom lip. The tang of blood was overwhelming as Eddie licked into Steve's mouth, as he swallowed down another moan and pushed towards Steve's body.
"Jesus—" Steve's lips, chin, and throat were smeared with spit and blood.
Steve's polo mussed his hair as it was pulled over his head. Eddie's fingers threaded into long locks to pull but Steve's hand around his wrist stopped him. "Not this time," he murmured. "Plate to the head, remember?"
"What? No I don't—" Eddie's jaw clicked as the words registered. "Billy…"
"We can keep going. I wanna keep going," Steve said quickly, cutting him off. "Just— no hair pulling now."
"Okay." Eddie cradled Steve's head in his palm carefully and guided his head back. "You know where else you'll bruise so pretty?"
Steve's breath was a shudder as Eddie's lips pressed to his pulse point. He held on tight with his other arm, and then his teeth were digging in hard against Steve's throat. The bruise would be dark, impressive, fucking painful.
The desperate way Steve humped up towards Eddie's body, the hard line of his cock, the blunt nails digging into his back, it spurred Eddie on to try to bite a little harder. When he finally pulled off he let his teeth drag just for the hell of it.
Steve pulled him in for another blood tainted kiss. Their bodies met again and again, a rough push and pull. Steve's hand slipped into Eddie's jeans to grip at his ass while Eddie's hand tugged Steve's leg up and over his hip. Steve licked into Eddie's mouth and Eddie gave a hard suck.
And just like that Steve was shaking apart beneath him with these breathy little moans.
"Oh fuck—" Eddie broke the kiss to watch the way those dark lashes fluttered. There was a smear of blood on Steve's mouth, his chin, left on his neck by Eddie's lips. "Jesus Christ, Steve…"
Steve full body shivered before finally slumping back down against the floor of the van. "Holy shit…"
Eddie huffed a laugh against Steve's mouth and made to move away so Steve could clean himself up.
"No you don't." Steve held him in place with one arm while a hand snaked between their bodies, into Eddie's jeans.
Steve's hand was big and warm and a little too dry but Eddie got lost in the contact, in having Steve's mouth on his own throat now. It was quick and dirty and over too fast, with Eddie coming over Steve's fist and bare stomach.
"Shit—" Eddie just barely managed to catch himself on his forearms before all of his weight fell down on top of Steve. He buried his face in Steve's shoulder to hide his laughter. "If that's how you're planning on fighting dirty, you better plan on people picking a lot more fights with you."
Steve shoved him off with a laugh and a, "Fuck you, Munson." that Eddie tucked away for a rainy day.
Written for @corrodedcoffinfest May Mayhem bingo prompt: Marriage of Inconvenience and for @steddiebingo round 1 prompt: Surprise
Rating: M | WC: 943 | Tags: Steddie, implied Gareth/ Jeff/ Unnamed Freak, Las Vegas wedding, drunken shenanigans, crack fic
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One of Eddie's rings is missing. It's the first thing he notices when he wakes up, is the lack of the weight on his finger. He cracks an eye open, groans and immediately covers his face with his arm to hide from the blinding sunlight. "Fuck—"
There's movement to his left. He gets flashes from the night before— teeth against his throat, his own digging into the hard line of a collar bone, his fingers surrounded by tight heat. Right, he didn't go to bed alone. And whoever he went to bed with is still there with him, warm and heavy against his side.
"Eddie?"
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
Eddie knows that voice, is as familiar with it as he is with his own, or Jeff's.
"Stevie?"
There's a groan and a warm face buries itself against the crook of his neck. "Shhhh. Turn it down."
Whatever happened last night, at least Steve feels just as terrible this morning. Though, now that he remembers whose mouth was on his dick last night— Steve, Steve, holy shit it was Steve!!— he's feeling less awful with each second. He drags his hand over his face, which reminds him that his ring is gone.
Only when he opens his eyes, it isn't gone. It is, but there's still a ring on his finger. A simple gold band, right where his skull ring had sat before.
Oh goddamn fuck.
"Steve." Eddie's wide awake, much to the disapproval of the marching band in his head.
"Shhh—"
"No, Steve." Eddie shakes him, pushes him a little away, until he can dig Steve's hand out from beneath him and search for—
"Fuck." Eddie whips the blankets off, doesn't care that he's still naked or that Steve is looking at him like he's ready to throttle Eddie with the nearest object. "Did we get married last night?"
"What?" Annoyance is still plastered in every line of Steve's face. He opens his mouth, blinks, and then Eddie watches as it comes rushing back to him, too. He lifts his hand to see his own matching gold band. "I… We didn't… did we?"
Eddie feels like he's three seconds away from a panic attack, which is not how he'd wanted getting Steve in his bed to go. There was a massive difference in getting Steve into his bed and fucking marrying the guy.
"Fuck." Eddie digs through paperwork strewn over the hotel table alongside their empty bottles from the night before. He doesn't even have time to worry about his liver, can barely spare it more than a thought as he keeps digging through every piece of paper he can find.
"It's in the refrigerator."
"What?" Eddie asks without stopping his search.
"The marriage certificate." Eddie looks up and watches the way Steve presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. "We put it in the refrigerator. Something about it being… cooler in the morning."
That sounds exactly like something Eddie would say, three sheets to the fucking wind. He opens the door of the mini-fridge and— bingo. There it is, tucked into the little freezer slot. Eddie pulls it out, finds the license and certificate both there, on top of a pack of cigarettes— what the fuck did we drink last night?
Eddie had laughed when Wayne told him not to get married in Vegas, and now here he is. Sweaty, hungover, married to one Steve Harrington.
Er, Steve Munson, if the signature on the marriage certificate is correct.
"Ah, fuck." Eddie stands, nudging the fridge closed with his foot. "Jeff's gonna kill me. Gonna kill us."
"What makes you think he didn't go get himself married, too?" Steve asks. He still hasn't gotten out of bed, is still sitting there with both hands in his hair.
"That's not happening until next week." It's why they're here in the first place, a happy little sendoff for Jeff while they still had a few minutes to breathe.
"This wasn't supposed to happen at all." Steve slips out of bed and Eddie can't help the way he watches Steve's back, then his ass as he finds his underwear and gets them pulled up his thighs. Even hungover Steve's still the most gorgeous person Eddie's ever seen. He delights at the bruises he hadn't been able to see before on Steve's hips, a dark one on the back of his neck, several lighter ones down his spine. His cock gives a twitch of interest as his mind wanders to all of the other places and ways he could mark up Steve's body.
Before he can even think to move and actually do something about it the door on the other side of the room opens up. Eddie actually squeaks as he brings the paperwork still in his hands down to try to cover himself as much as possible— not that they haven't all seen each other in various states of undress before, being on the road and sharing a bus for as long as they have.
"We have a problem," Jeff says. He gives a tug and that's when Eddie notices the silver cuff around his wrist. Gareth is attached to the other end.
"Did you two—"
Jeff hangs his head and holds his uncuffed hand up, showing off his own gold band. "Yep."
"To Gareth?" Steve asks.
"Yep." Gareth holds his cuffed hand up. "That's not the only problem, though."
Eddie raises his eyebrows. The whole situation is so fucked he almost forgets to keep himself covered. "What is, then?"
Jeff and Gareth exchange a look before looking back at Eddie. "Dougie's handcuffed to the bed, and I think we flushed the keys."
Written for week 2 of @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt: Exhibitionism
Rating: E | WC: 1,557 | Tags: Pre-Steddie, Steve/ original female character, cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, frat boy Steve Harrington
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Everyone had heard the rumors about Steve, the rumors that made it clear why every girl in school tripped over their own feet to ask him out.
Hearing the rumors was one thing. Seeing that they were true was another.
Eddie was only there to offload his shit, maybe grab some food to go, and then to get the fuck out again. He only went upstairs to find a bathroom. It wasn't his fault that the bedroom door was still open. It wasn't his fault that he could hear the soft moaning coming from the other side.
It was maybe his fault that the sight of a shirtless Steve Harrington stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't just that he was shirtless, though. It was the leg over his shoulder, the manicured hand that threatened to knock the backwards ballcap off of his head. Eddie could hear the obscene noises Steve made between her legs, the soft sucking, the wet slide of his fingers, the way he hummed when he got the reaction that he wanted.
Eddie couldn't see exactly what was being done but maybe that was a good thing. Just the peek of Steve's tongue as he lifted his head and licked a wet stripe over the folds of the woman on the bed was enough to almost undo him. He wouldn't survive actually seeing what those fingers were doing that had this girl arching, crying out softly, her nails digging at Steve's shoulders.
And then Steve was looking up, gaze locking with Eddie's. Eddie inhaled sharply, almost stepped out of the doorway, but Steve didn't look pissed. He was smirking, the fucker. Smirking and moving his hand faster, the wet sound getting louder as the girl writhed and clawed at his arms. Eddie stepped closer, got a view of Steve's lips wrapping around her clit again.
She shattered, crying out as she came around Steve's fingers. Eddie expected Steve to stop, to pull off, maybe to give away his position. But Steve didn't do that. He lifted his head, licked his lips obscenely, kept his fingers working.
"That's it." Steve kissed along the crease of her thigh. "Doing so good for me."
Steve's voice was deep, rough, made liquid heat curl through Eddie's belly. He wandered if Steve was just as hard, wondered if Steve was going to fuck her right there with his eyes still on Eddie's. Steve didn't get up, though, made no move to get his jeans open. He just gave Eddie another smirk and lowered his head.
Eddie bit his lip hard and gripped himself through his jeans. Steve was a man possessed. His sounds became louder, more enthusiastic as he sealed his lips around her clit. Eddie couldn't see his tongue anymore but he could see the girl on the bed as she ground towards his mouth. Her sounds became louder, too. She gripped at Steve's shoulder hard enough to leave pink marks, tangled a hand in the sheet and pulled hard enough to have the corner of it slipping off of the mattress. She didn't even try to muffle the cry she let out as she came for a second time. Her head tipped back—
Eddie fled from the doorway, before she could catch him, too.
The sound of running water was muffled by the bathroom door. Steve listened as it was turned off, back on, off again. The doorknob jiggled, the door opened a crack. Steve slipped in as soon as there was enough space. He closed the door behind himself and pushed the lock back into place.
Eddie stared out of those wide eyes. For just a moment Steve got a glimpse of panic before the mask slid into place. "Harrington. I don't know if you noticed but this bathroom is occupied."
"I noticed." Steve leaned back against the door. "That hasn't stopped either of us so far."
Again there was that flash of panic. "In all fairness, I wasn't looking for a show," Eddie said. "I just had to piss."
"Looked to me like you were enjoying the show, though." Steve glanced down to Eddie's dick, his mouth sliding into a wider smirk. "Has anyone ever told you it's rude to not tip your entertainment?"
That startled a laugh out of Eddie. "I'm sorry, you want me to tip you for watching you eat pussy? You know I'm fucking broke, right?"
"I don't want your money, Munson." Steve caught his lower lip between his teeth as his gaze slipped back down to Eddie's zipper. Either he wasn't as scared as he was pretending to be, or fear worked for him. "I want you to give me a show now."
Eddie's laugh was bright, too loud in the close confines of the bathroom. "What?"
"I showed you mine, you show me yours. Tit for tit."
Eddie laughed again. He ran both hands through his hair and locked his fingers behind his head. For a few long seconds he watched Steve as he waged a mental war with himself. "You didn't actually show me yours."
Heat pooled low in Steve's belly as Eddie's hands moved to undo his belt. He popped the button of his jeans and slipped his hand behind his zipper to cup himself.
"I think, based on the terms you laid out, this is as much as you get to see."
Steve didn't hesitate. He tugged his tanktop back off and tossed it towards the sink before he opened his jeans. The head of his cock bobbed up against his stomach as he pushed the fabric down and out of the way. "Your turn."
"Fuck…" Eddie wet his bottom lip with his tongue as his fingers pushed at his zipper, at the layers keeping him covered.
Eddie's cock was long, thick enough to make Steve's mouth water. He wondered if there would be any struggle to get it all in his throat. It was a challenge he would gladly take himself up on later. "Touch yourself, Eddie."
Eddie fisted his cock loosely. His thumb swiped over the head to catch a bead of precome. Steve wanted to taste it, was almost disappointed when Eddie smeared it down his shaft. He mirrored Eddie's grip, the speed of his movements. "Fuck, Eddie."
"Steve." Eddie's voice was soft, raspy. His free hand gripped at the bottom of his shirt to push it up and out of the way.
Steve stilled his hand so he could fuck his hips towards his fist instead. "I should've invited you in, should've had you lay down so I could take care of you next."
"Oh fuck." Eddie's fingers squeezed at the base of his cock.
"Yeah, you like that? Like the idea of my head between your legs? I want to know how hard it'd be to take your whole cock down my throat." Steve sped up a little. "I bet you sound so pretty—"
"Steve—" Eddie whimpered and stilled his movements. His hand squeezed hard around his cock, like just that thought was enough to almost finish him off.
"Maybe I'll do it after this," Steve offered. "You've got such a pretty cock, Eddie."
"Shut up." There was no heat behind Eddie's words, only desperation as he tried not to come too fast.
"C'mon, sweetheart. You can go longer than that for me." Steve bit down hard on his bottom lip and stroked himself faster. "Or maybe you have a fast recovery time and I don't have to drag it out. Is that what it is?"
"Steve—" Eddie's curls stuck to his cheeks with sweat as he tried his goddamndest to hold on.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's it." Steve brought his other hand up to squeeze his balls. "Bet I could make you come so many times you forget your own name."
Eddie had stopped holding back. His eyes were mostly closed as he stroked himself tighter, faster. "Fuck—"
"Do you want that?" Steve asked. Eddie's whimpering response spurred his own movements on. He once more started matching the rhythm and speed of Eddie's stroking. "Want my fingers, my mouth, my cock—"
Eddie's knees nearly gave out as he came over his fist and onto the floor of the bathroom.
"God, yeah— Eddie—" Steve twisted his hand around the head of his cock, gave two strokes, and then he was coming, too. He watched Eddie watching him right back. With a smirk he lifted his fingers to his lips to suck the mess away.
"Jesus, Harrington." Eddie's voice was rough, his laugh a rumble that sent more warmth through Steve's body.
"I see how it is. It's Steve while we're jerking off, Harrington when it's over," Steve joked. He grinned as he tucked himself away again.
"Excuse me for not using the right moniker, my brain is still mush." Eddie wiped himself down with a washcloth and pulled his clothes back into place.
"We could work on making it mushier, if you wanted." Steve grabbed his tanktop and pulled it on for the second time that night. "I've got my apartment all to myself tonight…"
Eddie blinked twice, like he was trying to process if the offer was real. "You are nothing like I imagined," he said finally, his lips curving into a grin.
Steve fixed his hat back into place, too, before unlocking the door. "Munson, you have no idea."
Written for @corrodedcoffinfest May Mayhem Bingo prompt Too Many Beds and @steddiebingo round 1 free space
Rating: G | WC: 1,409 | Tags: Too Many Beds, Jeff is a little shit, misunderstandings/ miscommunication, minor Jonathan/ Argyle and Robin/ Vickie
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The house was dark as Eddie crept inside. He could hear the TV playing in the living room. As he slipped past the open doorway the infomercial advertising the Shirley Temple box set was interrupted by the sound of a snore, followed by the thwap of a pillow connecting with someone's face. He bit down his laugh and crept deeper into the beach house. He could say hi to the rest of the house in the morning.
There was only one person he wanted to see tonight.
Upstairs Eddie found a short hallway with doors lining each side. He made his way to the door where Steve had said he would be sleeping and slipped inside quietly. He was surprised to find the lights off in here, too, had figured Steve would be up reading. Maybe not, since Steve had said they had a lot to do the next day.
In the dim light of the clock radio Eddie was able to find a chair to drop his bag into before he started stripping. He draped his jeans and his t-shirt over the arm and his leather jacket over his bag. In socked feet he crept towards the sleeping form tucked into bed.
"Stevie," he murmured as he slipped beneath the covers. He wrapped his arm around Steve's waist, went in to kiss his neck.
"What the fuck—"
An elbow connected with Eddie's stomach, knocking the air from his lungs as someone who was very decidedly not Steve sat up to turn the lamp on.
Gareth blinked down at him in sleepy confusion. "Eddie? What the fuck?"
Eddie sat up, his hand resting against his stomach. "Good to see you, too, man," he wheezed.
Gareth put down the pillow he'd picked up from the mattress. "What the fuck, man?" he asked for a third time. "I thought you couldn't get here until Friday."
"Change of plans." Eddie got up off of the bed again and made his way to his discarded clothes. "I thought Steve said this would be our room."
"Nah, man." Gareth pushed his hands through his hair and gestured to the door. "He's across the hall."
"Ah, shit. Sorry, man." Eddie picked his boots up off of the floor before shooting Gareth a grin. "Good thing you woke up when you did. You would've hated me in the morning." He dodged the pillow that was thrown at him with a bright laugh before grabbing his bag and hightailing it back out of the room.
There was no clock to help guide him in the dark this time. He was able to feel around for somewhere else to put his things before he made his second attempt at surprising his boyfriend.
"Are you awake, baby?" he murmured. One arm wrapped around a warm waist, the other coming up to stroke through Steve's hair.
"No, but keep that up and I will be."
Eddie found himself jerking out of bed for the second time in however many minutes. He knocked the lamp off of the table and only barely managed to catch it to turn it on. "Jeff?"
Jeff grinned up at him. "What, no pet names now?" he teased. Before Eddie could throttle him he gestured to the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Steve's in there, man. You overshot by one."
"By two." Eddie put the lamp back on the table. "You're positive he's over there? If I end up in bed with all three of you before I find Steve— shut up!"
Jeff was cracking up. "I thought I heard Gareth yelling at someone."
"You were awake? And you let me crawl into bed with you?" Eddie was really rethinking throttling him with the lamp.
"Well, yeah." Jeff lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "It was funny."
"You're an asshole." Eddie was grinning as he shot Jeff a middle finger and once more entered the hallway. Right next door, easy enough to find.
Only when Eddie opened the door it definitely wasn't Steve's voice he heard moaning Robin's name. He pulled the door closed as quietly as he could, made a note to actually lock the door when he did find their room. If he ever found it, that was.
The door across the hallway from Robin and Vickie's room led to a big bathroom, where yet another door closed the toilet off from the rest of the room. Eddie planted his suitcase in the corner so he didn't have to keep hauling it around with him.
There were three more doors for him to choose from. He let the bathroom light spill into the hallway, played a game of eenie meenie miney mo before making his next choice. His hand found the knob, turned, and—
Locked.
This was starting to get ridiculous. Eddie huffed out a laugh, pushed his hands through his hair, wondered if he'd fallen asleep and was still in the goddamn airport. He didn't even think as he made his way to the next door. Fuck surprising Steve, he wasn't just crawling into bed this time. It would still be a surprise if he tiptoed over, reached out and shook Steve's shoulder.
He didn't even get to touch whoever was in bed before they were screaming. Eddie couldn't help it, he started screaming, too, while someone else fumbled on the other side of the bed until the lamp there was turned on.
"What the fuck! Why did you scream like that?" Eddie asked once they'd both stopped screaming. He could hear feet on the stairs, the other doors opening up. So much for surprising Steve at this point.
"Oh thank god!" Argyle put a hand to his chest, his wide-eyes going from Eddie to Jonathan and back again. "I'm so glad it was you, dude. I thought my sleep paralysis demon was back!"
"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked.
"What was I doing?" Eddie asked. "I was looking for my boyfriend!"
"He's not in here, bro." Argyle threw the blanket back like Steve could've been hiding between the two of them in bed, showing off pajama pants that were decorated in what Eddie was pretty sure was various forms of pickles.
"I can see that, thanks!" Eddie practically screeched.
"Eddie?"
Eddie turned around and felt a wave of relief at Steve looking sleep rumpled. His hair was messy, there were pillow lines on his cheek, and— and he was wearing one of Eddie's holey old band shirts over his Hawkins High gym shorts. "Stevie. I've been looking for you."
"I've been right here." Steve gave him a sleepy smile and reached out for Eddie's hand.
"Sorry, guys." Eddie waved to Argyle and Jonathan as he followed Steve out of the room. His eyes found Jeff's in the hallway and he pointed an accusatory finger. "You told me he was in the wrong room, asshole."
Jeff just grinned. "I know."
Oh yeah, Eddie definitely should've kicked his ass.
"G'night, guys," Steve said before they could start fighting and keep everyone awake even longer. He tugged Eddie into their room before both closing and locking the door behind them.
"I thought you said you would be in the room at the end of the hall!" Eddie said, turning to face him.
"I was," Steve said. "But then Gareth wanted to swap with me, said that bed was better for his back."
"He told me you were across the hall!" Eddie said.
"Yeah, Jeff swapped with me, too," Steve said with a shrug. "He wanted the view."
"Those assholes. I ended up in bed with them!" Eddie was pouting and he knew it. He was tired, though, and had had more than enough fun for one day.
"Aww, poor baby." Steve's arms wrapped around his waist and he leaned in for a soft kiss. "Do you wanna tell me about it?"
Eddie tipped his head back as Steve's warm lips started trailing over his jaw and down towards his neck. "…Not really," he murmured. "I'm remembering what else I had in mind before those dickheads tried to ruin it."
"Oh, yeah?" Steve brushed his fingers over Eddie's sides while Eddie's hand found its way beneath the fabric of Steve's shirt to scratch through his happy trail. "You want to let me in on your plans, too?"
Eddie started backing them towards the bed as Steve's lips met his for another kiss.
Rating: E | WC: 2,523 | Tags: Miscommunication, meet-awkward, accidental clothes theft, modern AU, no upside-down AU, getting together
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“Mornin’. I’m Wayne Munson, this is my nephew, Eddie. We got a call about some plumbing issues?”
Steve had been expecting someone like Wayne Munson– older, slightly balding, with the scent of tobacco following after him– when he opened his door that fateful Wednesday morning. What he hadn’t been expecting, however, was Eddie. Eddie, with his tattoos and the silver hoop– was that a goddamn tentacle?-- that hung from his septum. Eddie, with the curls that escaped from his bun to frame his face and those chocolate brown eyes Steve could feel himself melting in already. Pink lips curved into a smirk, showing off a deep dimple and god, Steve was in love.
“Son? You were expecting us, weren’t you?”
It took a moment for Steve to register that Wayne had been talking to him. “I’m sorry, what? Oh– yeah! Yeah, yes, I’ve been expecting you.” He stepped back to let the two men in. Eddie’s eyes flicked to his outfit and that smirk grew even wider.
Normally Steve would have been proud, but today his outfit was a pair of basketball shorts and the ridiculous tank top that Robin had gotten him as a gag gift– the goddamn thing was bright purple, and bore the phrase I hope your day is as nice as my ass across it in curly pink script.
Oh yeah, he was already mentally adding another tally to the you suck side of Robin’s whiteboard.
Steve shook his head, cleared his throat, tried to keep it together, dingus as he led the two men through the apartment, to the bathroom that was in desperate need of new pipes. As Wayne stepped inside to assess the damage, Steve found his eyes skating over Eddie again. Black ink curled up his neck from beneath the collar of his shirt. One of them curled up so far the end of it was behind Eddie’s ear and disappeared into his hair. He turned around and tried to listen to Wayne explain exactly what needed to be done, before he could start picturing exactly where else Eddie was all inked up.
