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“Creak , the man now silently chuckles at the sound.
Crack , how could he have been scared of some sounds.
Whoosh , must be breezy out tonight.
Thump …did that come from within the house?
The man stares into the fire, trying to calm his jangled nerves.”
Eddie’s foot tapped on the ground with the erratic rhythm, synced with the words of his campfire poem.
“Creak…
Crack…
Whoosh …will the sounds never cease?
Thump…Thump…Thump…
Closer, he thinks, the sounds are getting closer. He shuts the book and closes his eyes, and thinks of something besides his wild imagination.”
The bonfire crackled as sap had begun to seep from the freshly chopped wood, it made Nancy jump, at which Robin laughed.
“Creak. Thump. Crack. Thump. Whoosh. Thump…Thump…Thump …a pause?”
Eddie stopped moving entirely. The circle went silent. Even the fire seemed to calm at that moment.
After a beat, Eddie continued, “The man moves quietly, slowly, towards the door with a nervous gait.
Thump …a step back…” He leaned back on his chair, taking a hypothetical step back, then looked around as if he was trying to pinpoint the—
“Thump …yes, it’s getting closer.
Thump …he stares at the door, trying to somehow see through it…”
He stared off into the distance.
“Thump …he reaches slowly for the doorknob, hand shaking, no longer able to take not knowing…” Eddie’s hand shakes with faux-fear, hard enough his bones could have rattled. “ Creak , a loose floorboard, near the door outside… Thump , he slowly opens the door…”
Eddie reaches out, his voice a near whisper, which only emphasized the following boom and made his fantastical climax pierce through the night.
“A SCREAM!”
He launched from his chair, and let out a scream alongside the startled shrieks of the girls. Steve rolled his eyes trying to act like it didn’t almost get him, too.
“Oh, come on!” Robin complained. “That was cheap!”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Nancy said, though neither of them could back the giggles that bubbled to the surface after their performance review.
“Still got you though,” Eddie replied with a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat’s. He raised his arms above his head in a lazy stretch and declared, “I’ll be right back, gotta take a leak.”
Steve had been holding it for a while. Partly because he didn’t want to seem rude and disappear while everyone took turns telling their ‘scary’ camp-fire stories, but mostly because he didn’t want to go into the woods alone. Not that he was scared or anything, it’s not like the Indiana woodlands were any scarier than the Upside Down but they could get uncomfortable, at times. Okay, maybe he was a little scared to go by himself, and he wasn’t about to ask one of the girls to go with him.
“Me too,” he admitted, standing up from the fallen tree he’d been sitting on. “If you don’t mind, anyway-”
Eddie just shrugged and started walking, and Steve had to make a conscious effort not to trip while shuffling after him. Eventually, he’d caught up and was walking alongside Eddie, careful to avoid roots and rocks, and other various tripping hazards- like his own feet.
This far out into the countryside, out this deep in the woods, the moonlight was so bright it was hard to believe it was nearly midnight. There was a cool whitish glow that bounced off the trees, and it made the ground appear almost blue. It reminded Steve of that walk he and Eddie had taken in the Upside Down- Eddie was even leading the way, just like he had back then.
“You’d think there’d be more bushes out here,” Eddie complained.
“It is fall,” Steve noted, kicking some dry leaves up like it would make his point seem more factual or something.
After a moment or two they approached a rather tight-knit bunch of young trees with a decent amount of leaves still clinging to their hibernating branches. Eddie decided that was as good as they were going to get, and gestured for Steve to tuck himself somewhere behind them. He even held a low hanging branch up, like a true gentleman.
Steve ducked and squeezed himself into the little outcrove, out-of-sight of the girls. That was the whole thing here. It’s not like Steve didn’t know how this went, but pissing in front of his lesbian best friend and his ex girlfriend was extremely unappealing and he figured it was the same for Eddie.
“It’s been nice having everyone back together,” Eddie idly said, unzipping his jeans. “It’s been too long.”
“Yeah.” Steve had to agree. It’d been a few months since all four of them were together, at the same time. With everyone out of school and working full-time jobs, hanging out with each other was usually one-on-one. Getting together in threes felt wrong for everybody, like the group was cheating on whoever couldn’t make it.
The sound of Eddie’s pee hitting the ground reminded Steve that he was in fact here to take a leak and not here to contemplate the current standings of their friend circle. The sound also made him look over, which he knew he wasn’t supposed to do but his eyes landed on Eddie’s dick anyway.
Eddie’s dick was pierced, it made Steve forget all about proper piss etiquette.
It didn’t surprise Steve in the slightest, Eddie had metal everywhere but Steve’s eyes were drawn into the glint of silver at the tip of his dick like a moth is drawn to flame. He felt hot all over too, like his stupid ass did in fact just waltz right into a fire.
“You know it’s rude to stare,” Eddie quietly said.
“Sorry,” Steve stammered, snapping his head forward.
There was nothing out there except weeds and trees that were getting ready to hibernate. Their half-naked branches casting creepy-crawly shadows that could so easily have them walking in circles if they didn’t have a glowing fire out in the distance to lead them back. He tried to pretend it was interesting.
“It’s whatever,” Eddie mumbled. “I get it.”
Steve knew he shouldn’t ask, but he did anyway. “Get what?”
“Sometimes you just want to look at a nice cock,” Eddie clarified, still going steady- he must have really had to piss. “This is the easiest way to do it, ain’t it, Harrington?”
A knot formed in Steve’s throat and he tried to swallow it down before it stole his ability to speak. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he lied. “I just-”
“You gonna go, or what?” Eddie interrupted. His stream finally started to die off after what seemed like a fucking eternity and in that moment Steve realized he hadn’t even undone his jeans yet. His hands were stuck on the zipper and that knot he swallowed was now in his belly. It felt like everything was all tangled up now.
“Why’s it matter so much?” Steve spat, trying to sound half-way as relaxed as Eddie did. “You wanna watch or something?”
Eddie laughed, more breath than it was a sound or maybe the blood pumping in Steve’s ears just prevented him from hearing it properly. “Maybe,” he replied. “I think that’s fair, don’t you?”
The heat that washed over Steve earlier now completely engulfed him. Everything from his face to his dick felt hot.
Was that how this worked?
“You need some help, big boy?” Eddie then asked, the tone of his voice teetering between concerned and condescending. Steve liked that, too, for some reason.
“No,” Steve said, as firmly as he could manage.
Eddie grinned. “Do you want help?”
“I–”
Steve made the stupid mistake of looking back at Eddie- specifically at Eddie’s dick, which was still shamelessly hanging out of his open fly. Still in his hand- droplets of piss barely clinging to the gorgeously thick ring and-
A twig snapped beneath Eddie’s heavy boots as he stepped closer, close enough his hair brushed across Steve’s shoulder as he leaned in, voice a near-whisper now. “You saw mine,” he bargained. “You’re still looking, matter-of-fact.”
Steve hated that he was indeed still looking, but he couldn’t look away. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to look away- he wanted to touch it, even.
Jesus Christ- why exactly did he want to touch Eddie Munson's piss dripping dick?
“How, uh… How would you…” Steve didn’t understand what he was asking, really. Not fully, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t interested in whatever Eddie was going to say. “What kind of help?”
But Eddie didn’t say anything. He just reached over and undid Steve’s pants, skillfully one-handed. Steve had barely blinked before Eddie had his dick out. His face felt like it was on fire and he hoped it was dark enough Eddie couldn’t see it- not that Eddie was paying much mind to his face, anyway. Those black eyes were fixated on his cock.
Until they weren’t. They flickered back up paired with a hungry grin that Steve had never seen before. It sent a chill down his spine.
“It’s gonna be hard to go with you watching like–” Steve started, but his words were choked off when Eddie snaked behind him and tugged Steve against his chest.
He tucked behind a tree, hidden away from view. The spot was so tight and dimly lit, it felt like they’d been frozen in time and the rest of the world had disappeared.
“Eddie–”
“Shut up,” Eddie whispered, sounding stupidly fond. He nipped at the shell of Steve’s ear to punctuate, and Steve did in fact shut up. “No talking, no whining, no moaning.”
“Moaning? What do–” Steve turned his head to try and get a look at Eddie, but the rest of his question was cut off with a fucking moan.
Eddie’s hands had traveled right to his middle, harsh fingers gripping at his lower belly, pressing into that knot that was preventing Steve from letting go. He could feel his piss creeping slowly towards his dick- the sensation and pressure was borderline overwhelming.
“Be quiet,” Eddie said again. “If we get caught, I’m making you explain this to the girls.”
“Okay, okay-” Steve lowered his volume, whispering so softly he could barely hear himself. “You’re really gonna-?”
“I’m gonna make you piss,” Eddie confirmed, gripping into the plushness of Steve’s hips before his hands made their way back up to his lower belly, and pressed in there- harder than before.
Steve felt himself dribble, then throb when every instinct he had made him hold it in. Eddie’s chest heaved with another silent laugh and he only squeezed harder after that, keeping the pressure until a small burst of pee finally fell to the ground. It was short lived before Steve gained his control back, but the release was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
He was starting to get hard.
Eddie did it again. Steve had been holding it so long his urine was molten hot, nearly burning his slit on the way out. He spurted so inconsistently as the instinct to go and the instinct to hold it fought each other.
“Just let go,” Eddie purred.
“It’s- I’m trying,” Steve husked out, looking down at himself. Hard as a rock now, wet at the tip, dripping with pee instead of pre. What the fuck was happening? Why was it turning him on so much? Why did Eddie seem to jump at the opportunity?
“You’re trying to hold it in,” Eddie whispered, his hot breath trickling over Steve’s neck. One of his hands trailed down, brushed through Steve’s pubes, past the base of his cock. Steve couldn’t hold in his gasp when Eddie finally squeezed his balls. “Let it out.”
Eddie kicked Steve’s feet apart and squeezed his lower belly one more time. It was a lot softer than the last one, and Steve couldn’t tell if it was the desperation in Eddie’s voice or the erratic heaving of his chest from panting for it, but Steve finally started to piss.
He would have moaned, but he remembered Eddie’s earlier warning and bit his lip instead.
It was slow at first, but the more he let out, the easier it was to go. Before long, he had a steady stream going, one that really reflected how long he’d been holding it in. Eddie’s hand settled at the base of Steve’s cock, pointing his near-painful hard-on down towards the ground, which not only made it a little easier to go but it felt good too. Both of Eddie’s hands felt good, even the one on Steve’s tummy, pressing into his emptying bladder.
Steve had to reach behind him, grab Eddie’s belt or something. He felt like he was gonna fall over.
“I can’t believe…” Steve whimpered. “So gross…”
“It’s fuckin’ filthy,” Eddie husked out, his chin resting on Steve’s shoulder as he watched Steve’s impressive stream finally come to an end.
As much relief as it brought to Steve’s bladder, his dick was another story. “Eddie-” he whispered, knowing how desperate it sounded.
A pleased hum pushed from Eddie’s throat and the vibration of it threatened Steve’s already weak knees. He was convinced he’d have collapsed, had he not been leaning against Eddie.
The next thing Steve knew, his pants were around his ankles, and Eddie's soon followed suit. He wasn’t sure what Eddie had in mind but he wasn’t about to protest. As long as he got to come, he didn’t care. Eddie pushed him off for just a second, and in that mere second Steve heard Eddie spit into his palm and slick up his cock with a few obscenely wet sounding strokes.
The image that popped into Steve’s mind made him feel delirious.
“C’mere,” Eddie ordered, pulling Steve’s hips back, letting his now wet dick slip right in between Steve’s thighs. He then tapped Steve’s legs, and Steve understood the silent request.
He pressed his legs tightly together, squeezing Eddie’s cock between them.
It was so warm. Throbbing, twitching…and then it was moving . The thick metal ring that adorned the head of Eddie’s dick bumped against the back of Steve’s balls with every thrust. Eddie had Steve’s hips in a bruising grip, keeping Steve at that perfect angle while he perfected his rhythm.
It felt incredible, was the thing. Even though Eddie wasn’t really fucking him, his cock was rubbing against his ass, along the entire length of his taint- and having metal dig into his balls shouldn’t have felt good, but it felt so fucking good .
To top it all off, Eddie decided to reach around and fist Steve’s neglected dick, pumping it in perfect unison with his thrusts.
“Eddie-” Steve moaned again.
“Quiet,” Eddie desperately reminded him, burying his face in Steve’s hair.
He took a deep breath and his pace quickened, which made it even harder for Steve to stay quiet. He tried, he really did, but the sounds he started to let out were still too loud.
“Shut up, Steve ,” Eddie hissed against the back of Steve’s ear. His free hand clapped over Steve’s mouth, muffling the pathetic whines. “As much as I wanna hear you scream- Do you really want to get caught like this?”
Steve shook his head, best he could with Eddie’s firm grip across his face.
“You know how Nancy is,” Eddie added, a bit of venom in his tone now. “She hears you whimpering, she’s gonna come running. What d’ya think she’d say, huh? Seeing you like this- bouncing on my cock, standing in a puddle of your own piss?”
Shame and desire burned under Steve’s skin, making him flush an even deeper red. The thought of getting caught made his cock drool, Eddie must’ve felt him throb, too. He fucking laughed.
“She wouldn’t be surprised, would she?” Eddie pressed on. “No one would. We all know what a little whore Steve Harrington is… Do you think she’d get jealous, Steve?”
She would. She absolutely would, and something about that made Steve want to get caught. It would be shameful and degrading and he’d never live it down but something about it–
A near-silent noise shuddered out of Eddie that made stars shoot down Steve’s spine. He straightened up, adjusted his footing, and really started to move. The force that Eddie’s prince albert was slamming against Steve’s balls was nothing short of brutal now, but in the moment, Steve needed it. Needed more. Needed Eddie .
“But we won’t have to worry about that, do we?” Eddie eventually continued. “‘Cause you’re gonna be quiet, aren’t you? You’re gonna keep that pretty mouth of yours shut so we don’t get caught.”
All Steve could manage was a weak nod.
“Good,” Eddie whispered, finally letting go of Steve’s mouth. He rasped for air, and the little he’d manage to recover was stolen from him when Eddie’s hand snaked up his sweater so he could thumb at one of Steve’s nipples.
Steve chewed his lower lip, screwed his eyes shut, let his body tremble uncontrollably just to keep the noise in his throat at bay. He was getting close, more pre-come dripped down to the piss-soaked soil below them.
“Keep talking-” he mumbled, as softly as he could. "Please."
“I wanna watch next time,” Eddie told him. “Fuck– I wanna be under you next time.”
He let go of Steve’s dick and placed both hands on his hips, starting to push and pull Steve’s body with each thrust.
“Oh god-” Steve whimpered, amazed he was able to do it so quietly. “Eddie–”
“Wanna do this again tomorrow– Want you to hold it until we get back to Hawkins… Want you ready to fucking burst, Steve– and I’m gonna… fuck . I’m gonna get on my knees, and you’re gonna piss on me,” Eddie breathlessly said. “Would you do that for me? Please?”
“Yes-” Steve gasped. He grabbed at his cock and started to stroke himself with urgency, hard and quick and dry, like if he didn’t push himself over right then he was gonna die. “Holy fuck, yes. Yes-”
With a growl pushing from between his clenched teeth, Eddie slammed his hips flush with Steve’s and started to come. The warm, wet spurts rained against the back of Steve’s balls and started to drip down his thighs. It was enough to push Steve over, and Eddie must have known it was coming because his hand cupped over Steve’s mouth just in time to muffle the ‘Eddie’ shaped moan that started to spill from Steve’s throat as he started to come. Each spurt landed in the puddle below with an obscene plop , and Steve kept stroking, kept fucking into his fist until every last drop pooled between their feet.
They collapsed into the tree trunk behind them, and struggled to find enough air to fill their depleted lungs. Eddie didn’t even bother to pull himself out from between Steve’s legs and they stayed there long enough Steve could feel Eddie starting to go soft.
“How are we… cleaning up?” Steve eventually asked, more and more come beginning to drip down between his legs. His hand was sticky.
“I dunno,” Eddie chuckled, sounding completely blissed out in his aftermath. His hands ran idly up and down Steve’s sides, keeping Steve close, totally unbothered by the mess.
Steve hummed, finally feeling confident enough to stand up. His legs still felt like Jell-O, and the disgusting amount of jizz between his thighs didn’t help him find his footing at all.
From a distance, they heard Nancy shouting; “Are you guys alright?”
Steve panicked.
“Yeah!” He called back, quickly yanking up his pants, figuring his boxers were gonna have to take the hit. “Just–” he looked around, and started to grab at some dead twigs and sticks that were laying around- careful to avoid the ones they peed on. “Just getting some wood!”
Eddie burst out laughing.
“Wood’s a little wet this time of year, Harrington,” he said between the barks, finally bending down to hike up his jeans.
“Shut up, ” Steve hissed.
“Yeah, Nance,” Eddie confirmed, loud enough for the girls. “Stevie here was insistent on getting some on the way back– we got a little distracted .”
Steve, in all his cocky attitude, was never one to get mad but he scowled over at Eddie while he shuffled around on the ground, looking for anything he could toss into the firepit. Eddie’s shit-eating grin made him huff.
“You’re ridiculous,” he spat, knowing he was redder than the autumn leaves that littered the ground. He stood up and shoved a pile of sticks into Eddie’s chest then started to walk back- but Eddie chased after him, cutting him off before he got too close to camp.
“I’m not really gonna say anything,” Eddie said.
“I didn’t think you would,” Steve replied. “It’s kinda—”
“It’s not because I’m ashamed of it, Steve,” Eddie immediately clarified. Steve stared at him for a long moment but eventually pushed past and kept walking, though his pace was slower now– Eddie kept on his heels. “To prove it, I uh… Meant- y’know. What I asked? About tomorrow–”
Steve stopped so abruptly Eddie nearly crashed into him. He turned around, his cheeks still burning hot. Eddie didn’t stop himself from staring.
Neither did Steve.
“How is it that you can spill all that… filth , in the moment and–” A smile finally crept its way onto Steve’s face. He was struggling to hold in a laugh. “You just– and now you’re trying to be cute and subtle?”
“You think I’m cute?” Eddie asked, elbowing Steve in the arm. Steve nearly dropped his sticks. “After all that?”
They both started to walk again, side-by-side now.
“I think you suck at being subtle,” Steve eventually replied.
“You’re one to talk,” Eddie teased.
Steve knew that this whole thing started because he couldn’t pry his eyes off Eddie’s dick- while Eddie was taking a piss, no less. He really had absolutely no room to talk about being subtle .
“Yeah,” Steve finally conceded, making a mental note to drink a little extra water before bed.