Special delivery
"Steve!"
"I know, I know, I'm looking, I'm looking..."
You throw yourself dramatically on the bed, swearing you would die of horniness if Steve didn't find any condoms soon. "Steve!"
The thing nobody mentions about quarantine is the amount of sex you'll be having! Mainly because everyone was more focused on the military presence, the 'earthquake' that had split Hawkins in four and the the fact all of this had happened in your small town of Hawkins, Indiana.
But you'd been dealing with monsters, scary labs, rifts in the world and such for years that it became a dull noise in the back. Like a radio playing your least favourite song all the time, you learnt to drown it out.
You and Steve had learnt to make the best of it, together.
You'd never fucked so much in your life. Not when you were in high school, nor when you got out of it and you were sure Steve was the same. You simply just had so much time on your hands that sex was an enjoyable way to spend it. And the both of you made an agreement over a few beers (also smuggled in) that it was right. You both just worked so well. Knowing each other in the bed room could help outside to.
When you weren't planning crawls, or how to kill Vecna or at your silly little jobs at the radio tower, you were at Steve's house. It was made all the more easier with the fact his parents left Hawkins as soon as the ground rumbled. You effectively moved in with Steve with the amount you spent having sex or just talking.
You were naked on his bed, sheets rumpled and pillows on the floor from your past night of activities. You were watching Steve, just as bare, search desperately around his room for condoms.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
You groaned, head thrown back. "There's none, is there?"
"We can't have run out, there was a delivery a month ago," he said, knowing he'd been one of the first to the shops to get some boxes.
"Maybe there are others in Hawkins actually having sex!" you weren't all too surprised you'd ran out. You'd been at it almost every day, more than once a day.
Between stocking up on guns, grenades and bullets, you just hadn't been keeping stock of the condoms. Mistakes happen but when your mistakes were the one thing keeping Steve away from you, it felt like the end of the world.
Steve was desperate, heading out to his ensuite to search the cupboards and maybe peel up some floor boards while he was at it.
You laid on your back, already spent from the two orgasms you'd got from grinding on Steve's thigh and having his tongue in your pussy. But it was nothing like his cock driving inside of you, going so deep your whole body moved with his thrusts as you felt him in your stomach-
Shit, the thought of him had your fingers itching down to your core. You got yourself comfortable, slowly drawing circles along your clit.
"Empty!" Steve yelled from the bathroom. He walked out, groaning to himself before he spotted you and his expression fell. "Oh baby, baby, baby, I promise, gonna take such good care of you."
He fell to his knees like he was at the alter- the alter was you. He pulled your wrist away and kissed over your folds, flicking your clit once with his tongue.
Steve looked up at you from between your open thighs. Your finger lazily drew circles on your sternum. "We could, always go without."
"Steve, we can't," you said.
"I'll pull out in time, I promise."
You rolled your eyes playfully.
Slowly, at an agonising pace, Steve crept up your body, kissing over your stomach until he was leaning over you. You could feel the heat of your pussy drawing him in.
"I'll pull out, I'll be so good, I promise."
Steve may have been the one promising but you both knew there was a high chance he wouldn't. He struggled to control himself when he was wrapped, let alone without it. If condoms were hard to come by in this lock down, plan B was harder. Raising a kid in this environment? Impossible.
The two of you weren't even official! Exclusive to each other, yes but the titles hadn't been confirmed.
He leant over you, nudging your nose with his.
You smiled, all love and tender care. Your hand stilled over the beating of his heart. "We can't, honey."
Steve didn't flinch, he didn't react. There wasn't so much as a pout. Steve smiled and kissed you slow, laying his body against yours but careful to shift so not even his tip was grazing you.
He went back down your body, down the path he created, pausing at your stomach. He nipped at the skin and ran his tongue over the red mark he was slowly leaving.
You laughed, covering your face in your hands. If he continued on you might just have changed your mind.
Sensing that, Steve moved back, standing at the edge of the bed. His cock stirred to attention, still high on his stomach, ghosting the hairs that led to his happy trail.
He grabbed your legs and tugged you to the end of the bed. "For now, I guess I'll just have to make you cum other ways." He fell back down and flattened his tongue on you.
And Steve had many ways of making you cum.
The delivery arrived three weeks later. Which meant it had bene three weeks since the last time Steve had thrust inside of you- slow, fast, standing up, lying down, cowgirl, on the bed. Any way Steve and you had not been doing it. Instead it was hands, tongues, watching and learning each other in ways you hadn't before.
But you were both itching for it.
"What is wrong with you?" asked Robin, nudging her elbow with yours as you stood among the group ready to get your special delivery. "Seriously, you got ants in your pants or something?"
You looked at her. "I'll have you know I've got nothing in my pants."
Steve glanced at you from the other end of the line, smirking. Strictly speaking it was true, you'd had nothing in your pants for three weeks!
But you wouldn't tell Robin that. One) because she'd plug her fingers in her ears and dance away, insisting she was not listening and two) because she didn't know you and Steve were together. Nobody did.
Except El. Somehow she'd figured it out and you really didn't want to know if she'd been snooping around in your heads.
Nancy stood with Jonathon and Mike on the other side of you, Lucas joining up the end next to Steve.
Finally, Murray appeared, opening the end of his truck to the wonders inside. 'Santa Claus' you liked to call him.
"Well, well, well, the Calvary," he greeted, beard trimmed and glasses cleaned. Unlike him really. He started to chuck down sacks of gifts.
He unloaded crates... boxes, Nancy and Jonathan taking them. "Bullets... shelves... seriously you could take out half of Russia with this stuff, shoot wisely."
"Always do," said Nancy.
Murray pulled out bags of leafy greens. "Salad? Salad? Anyone order salad?" he looked from you to Steve, rather pointedly. Nobody claimed them.
You'd hoped he'd been discreet with the condoms but you hoped you wouldn't have to fish through spinach and lettuce to find them.
"Well good thing you didn't because- grenade!" like it was a playball, Murray threw a grenade into your hands. You caught it, carefully. "Grenade salad, ha ha!"
Any other day you might have gone along with it.
You threw it to Jonathon who was less graceful in catching it.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest, rocking on his heels and continuously glancing back down the row to you.
"Mor Gatorade for El.... Ego's for El.... batteries and-"
Murray whipped around, throwing at least five boxes at once of condoms to Steve.
He had no time to even catch them all as he fumbled with one, the rest falling at his feet.
"Oh my god," Lucas chuckled.
"Protection!" said Murray, jumping down from the truck. "Five boxes of twenty-four pack condoms."
Your face went up in a blaze of red as you stared dumb-founded. Usually Murray just hid them and gave them to Steve or put them out in the shops but gave them a tip off to when they'd be there. Never did he just announce to everyone that Steve was fucking!
"God, Steve," said Nancy as Steve rushed to grab them from the floor.
Robin laughed.
You cleared your throat. "Yeah, god, Steve."
Steve looked to you, helplessly.
"Oh no," said Murray, a mischief's glint in his eyes. His fingers went accusingly to Steve and to you. It was a like a spotlight raining down. "These two have been at it like bunnies for months!"
Steve spluttered and your jaw hung open.
"Wait- what?" said Mike.
"How'd you even know?" you gasped.
Murray was seemingly pleased with himself. You'd never even said. "Oh come on, the both of you requesting condoms? The fact you never stand together in the line and please, you're wearing his shirt."
You looked down and- you were. You hadn't even realised. You tug your jacket over it.
"If you're gonna try and be discreet about it, try harder," Murray advised.
"None of them had it figured out!" said Steve, gesturing down the line. A box slipped from his hands.
Lucas was smirking, Jonathon seemed confused, Mike was trying to figure out how.
"Wait, so you two-" said Nancy, standing in front of the both of you. It wasn't anger in her eyes, after all she had no claim for it. Her and Steve had been broken up for years and there was nothing there anymore.
Robin was giddy, grinning like it was all she'd asked for on Christmas. "I knew it!"
You turned to Steve. "You told her?"
"What- no!"
Robin turned and smacked him in the chest with excitement. "I knew it was her panties in your car, I knew it!"
"Oh my god." This was mortifying. If you ever wanted anyone to know you would have told them, sat them down in groups and broke it down. Not this way with your sex life being made public before they even knew it was serious.
"For how long?" asked Nancy.
"Well I found them three weeks ago but I'm pretty sure they were there the night before-"
Nancy's eyes screwed shut. "Not the panties, Robin."
"Can we all stop saying panties?" asked Steve with a blush at his cheeks.
"I meant how long has this been going on?"
The both of you hesitated but you both knew how long it has been going on. The date was marked in your head, the day everything in the world became bearable with Steve at your side.
"Like... six months," said Steve.
"Six months?" erupted Jonathon.
"I mean- wh- how?" asked Nancy.
Steve held up his hands- and the box of condoms. "Okay, really what is with all these questions?" he walked over to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and dangling the box under you to your annoyance. "We're two consenting adults having fun, you're acting as if it's a crime."
His hip nudged yours and you snatched the box from his hands. It was absurd.
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Robin.
"Because it's nobodies business but ours."
Jonathon shrugged. "It just weird. You've been sneaking around this whole time."
You lifted your shoulders in defence. "We haven't hurt anyone."
"Yeah but," said Robin, breaking off and looking back from Steve's car to the WSQK. "Where have you been doing it?"
Steve chuckled awkwardly. She'd just found two of the numerous frequent places.
"Oh, spare me!" yelled Murray, gaining everyone's attention again. "This teenage- soap opera digest is riveting but I have a truck load of goods that need un-loading for the army men steal all your presents so hurry up!"
Rather grumpily and clearly caring about the secrets shared, they all clamoured onto the van, taking what Murray gave them.
All but Steve who took your hand, pulling you over to the WSQK.
"Steve, what are you-"
"Shh, come on," he said, pulling you close into his body as you rushed around the building to the back.
You laughed as he flattened you to the wall in the shade, checking the others weren't missing you already. Your grabbed a hold of his jacket. "What are you doing?"
He looked at you, as if shocked that you hadn't worked it out yet. He held up the box of condoms. "You think I'm gonna let these go for a waste a minute more."
His pants were coming down quick.
But hey, it was only inside the WSQK Robin had warned about.