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October 31, 1987
“So wait…The goal is to not cum… For an entire month?”
“Precisely,” Eddie says with a grin, nodding far too enthusiastically for someone who is proposing going an entire month without orgasming. Steve’s never felt more confused in his life.
“Okay…Why would we do that?” he asks, brows furrowed as he stares at Eddie.
“Because, Stevie,” Eddie begins, voice filled with promise, making goosebumps raise on Steve’s exposed skin. “Imagine how fucking good it will feel when we finally get off. All that build up? It’ll be fucking amazing.”
And okay, maybe Steve can see the appeal. After all, he has been known to love those days that Eddie decides to toy with Steve, to push him to the edge as many times as he can before Steve is sobbing and begging for release. The memory of those nights makes him shiver, and Eddie’s grin widens as if he can read Steve’s mind, which he probably can at this point if he’s being honest.
“Fine,” Steve concedes. “Let’s do this. No Slut November or whatever.”
“No Nut November, but I like your attitude.”
Steve shakes his head, watching Eddie fondly as he wiggles in his seat, positively giddy. God, he’s so in love with him. Leaning into his space, Steve kisses him, licking into Eddie’s mouth as the older man opens up for him.
“You know,” Eddie mumbles, kissing Steve between his words. “We’ve only got a couple more hours before October is over.”
“Guess we better make it count,” he says, gripping Eddie by the hips and flipping them so Steve can straddle him.
They get an earful from Robin when they finally show up to her Halloween party, almost two hours late and both littered with hickeys, but it’s totally worth it.
November 1, 1987
Steve wakes up with a groan, unconsciously grinding slowly into Eddie’s clothed backside, pulling him even closer. He hums softly in his throat, letting instinct take over as he shifts his hips into Eddie, kissing the back of his neck softly and relishing in the sigh that escapes his lover’s lips.
“Steve,” Eddie murmurs, and he grunts softly in reply, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh of Eddie’s scar. “It’s November.”
“Okay?” he asks, voice raspy with sleep.
Rolling out of Steve’s grasp, Eddie smiles almost apologetically down at Steve as he blinks up drowsily at him. Realization comes to him quickly though, and he flops onto his stomach and groans loudly into his pillow as he remembers their stupid agreement.
Chuckling to himself, Eddie presses a chaste kiss to the back of Steve’s head before going to start their coffee.
It’s going to be a long month.
November 4, 1987
Eddie’s at work, flipping idly through a copy of Rolling Stone and listening to Robin bullshit her way through a conversation with Mrs. O’Donnell, smirking to himself as the old bat bores Robin nearly to tears as she points out which documentaries she has and hasn’t seen. The phone rings, shrill and impossible to ignore, and he shoves down as much annoyance as physically possible as he picks up the receiver.
“Family Video, you rent it, we resent it. What do you want?”
“Jesus, Eds, you gotta stop answering the phone like that. Keith’s gonna lose his shit.”
Eddie can’t stop the grin that spreads over his cheeks as he hears Steve’s shocked laugh through the receiver. “Stevie, I have to do something fun in order to keep from blowing my brains out here.”
“Fair enough,” Steve relents, laughter still evident in his voice, though he sobers up quickly. “Anyway, I, uh. I have some…Not great news for you?”
HIs blood runs cold, stress instantly coursing through him as his muscles tense in anticipation.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Picking up on the veiled panic in his voice, Steve immediately softens his tone, quickly reassuring, “Wait, baby, hey hey. Everything’s fine. Sorry, that was my fault. Nothing’s actually wrong.”
Exhaling slowly, Eddie wills his heart to slow in his chest, forcing his fingers to unclench in his free hand, flipping through the magazine in front of him to busy his hands. “Okay, good. That’s good.” Taking one more deep breath, Eddie manages to tamp down his fight or flight enough to ask in a mostly normal voice, “What bad news do you have for me today, my love?”
“Well, I… I kind of…” Steve trails off, voice sheepish. Eddie waits, twirling the phone cord on his finger as he watches Robin try once again to escape her endless conversation with Mrs. O’Donnell. “I lost.”
“You…lost?” Eddie asks, confusion coloring his tone.
“Yeah, I lost. Can’t Cum November or whatever it’s called.”
“Wait. Wait .” Eddie scrambles upright, knocking his magazine off the counter in the process. “You fucking –”
Robin’s sharp throat clear cuts him off, and he waves half-apologetically in her direction, turning his back to the counter and dropping to a crouch, voice a harsh whisper as he hisses into the phone, “You fucking slut , I can’t believe you.”
Steve huffs a startled laugh at Eddie’s irritation. “Eds, I don’t know why you’re acting surprised.”
“I had hope that you would last longer than four days!”
“Yeah, well,” Steve starts before trailing off, and Eddie can practically see his shrug through the phone. “It was worth it. Good luck on the rest of the month, though!”
Fuck him, he’s going to need it.
November 15, 1987
It was honestly kind of fun at first, watching Eddie struggle through his determination to make it through all of November without coming. Steve made it a point to be as annoying as possible, making sure to mention every single time he touches himself in the shower, moaning when he eats something delicious, pressing himself up against Eddie like a cat in heat any chance he gets.
But now it’s been two weeks since he and Eddie last had sex, a dry spell that hasn’t lasted so long since they first slept together over a year ago. It’s not like they aren’t still physically affectionate, of course they are, but it's not the same.
Steve misses the way Eddie smacks the hell out of his ass any time he bends to take something out of the oven just to elicit the whine that always falls from his lips at the contact. He misses the way Eddie grinds himself back on Steve’s dick in the mornings when they’re snuggled close under the blankets, the way he always lets out the softest sighs as he feels Steve grow even harder against him. He even misses the way that Eddie whispers the filthiest fucking taunts in his ear when they’re out in public together, laughing any time he can make Steve drop something he’s holding or flush bright red at the dirty talk.
So yeah, maybe Steve is getting a bit antsy having to rely on only his hand, and maybe he’s getting a bit needy and wanting his boyfriend to bend him over a table or the kitchen counter or the couch or–
Sighing through his nose, Steve looks over at where Eddie’s lounging on the sofa, novel in hand, and an idea hatches in his head. He finishes drying off the last of the dishes he was cleaning before moving into their bedroom, already stripping off his shirt as he walks. Quickly, hands nearly shaking with excitement, he strips off his pants and underwear before flopping onto their bed, dick already swelling in his anticipation.
The shaky groan he lets out when he wraps his hand around himself isn’t for show, the touch sending a jolt of arousal through him, especially as he thinks about his boyfriend in the other room. Slowly, teasingly, he strokes himself, letting his back arch into the mattress at his touch, before letting out a significantly louder moan, the sound growing breathy at the end.
He knows Eddie can hear him, knows how thin the walls of their little apartment are, though the older man makes no sound to indicate that he’s aware of what Steve is doing mere feet away. So naturally, Steve takes that as a challenge.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, Steve retrieves the bottle of lube, slicking up his hand before resuming stroking his hard cock, reveling in the thrill that runs down his spine as he lets out a particularly throaty sound, straining to listen for any sounds from the living room. Nothing. That doesn’t deter him though, working himself faster, squeezing tighter around the head with each stroke, the wet squelch of his lubed fist working himself filling the room as well as his whimpers and whines.
It frankly takes an embarrassingly short time before his balls are drawing tight, pleasure churning in his gut as he moans low, the wet sound of skin on skin only heightening his arousal. He cums with a breathy cry, back arching sharply as he covers his stomach with his spend, heart hammering in his chest. He catches his breath for a long moment before cleaning himself off, slipping on only his sweats as he walks with shaky legs out to get a glass of water.
Steve watches Eddie as he pours his water, and though the older man hasn’t moved from his position on the couch, there’s a small but undeniable wet spot on the front of his gray sweats, the fabric tented with his thick erection, and the sight makes Steve’s mouth water and cock twitch pathetically. Still, Eddie doesn’t make any move to even adjust himself, simply turning the page of his book as he asks offhandedly, “You have fun?”
“Yeah,” Steve grumbles under his breath. He’s going to have to work harder to break him.
November 20, 1987
Eddie’s losing his fucking mind, and it’s all Steve’s fault.
Every morning, he wakes up so hard he can barely stand it, wanting nothing more than to flip Steve over, open him up on his fingers until he’s sobbing, and pound into his tight hole until he’s begging for Eddie to fill him up. But no, instead he takes a freezing cold shower, cursing himself for mentioning this stupid plan in the first place, and for being a stubborn bastard.
It’s bad enough that Steve’s very existence is enough for him to be walking around hard as a rock. But then there’s the fact that Steve has been doing everything in his power to get Eddie to give up on his self imposed competition, and he’s losing the fight more and more with each day.
It started out fairly easy to ignore, diving into his D&D plans and fantasy novels every time Steve decided to loudly jerk off. But then he started lounging around their apartment in clothes that he knew drove Eddie crazy. Walking in from work one day, Eddie nearly folded like a lawn chair when he was greeted by the sight of Steve on his stomach, one of Eddie’s shirts rucked up around his middle and a pair of pale blue lacy panties barely covering his luscious ass. It took everything in him to not cream his jeans like a fourteen year old.
Then there was the time that they had gone out on a double date with Nancy and Robin, enjoying one of the few nights off when none of them had to work. They ended up at the Hideaway, drinking shitty beer and listening to whatever local band was playing that night. Steve, as usual, had ended up nearly in Eddie’s lap, draped over him like a hairy weighted blanket as he slurred into Eddie’s ear all of the depraved things he wanted to do to him. His dick had nearly lost circulation with how tightly it was pressed against the zipper of his jeans, and he was thankful he had gone with his classic black lest he sport a damning wet spot at the front of them.
Basically, Eddie was fighting a losing battle, though he refused to let Steve know that he had the upper hand. Because if there was one thing that was consistent about Eddie Munson, once he set his mind to something, there was no going back.
Even if that meant he had the worst case of blue balls known to man.
November 25, 1987
“Steve, baby, I love you so much. But you need to get away from me because you smell so goddamn good, I’m about to fucking cum in my pants.”
“Jesus Christ, Eds. Can you please just give up already?”
“Only five more days, sweetheart. I’m almost there.”
“Mmhmm. I’ll bet you are.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
November 30, 1987
It’s cold outside, the late fall chill encouraging people to stay in where it’s cozy and warm, snuggled under a blanket, a mug of something warm in hand. The sun has long set, the moon bright in the sky and shining through the blinds, illuminating the room well enough to not need any other lights.
Steve’s got Eddie beneath him in his bed, his cheeks flushed a dark pink as he pants breathlessly into the younger man’s mouth, unable to hold back the needy sighs and groans escaping him at every touch.
“Fucking hell , Steve,” he grits out, head tilting back as Steve sucks another dark hickey into the pale expanse of the column of his neck. “What time is it?”
Steve pauses his endeavor to crane his neck over towards his desk, squinting through the low lighting to make out what his alarm clock reads. “Fifteen past eleven. Can’t we call it now?”
“ No ,” Eddie insists, though he has to force the word out as if fighting against his every instinct. “I almost made it the whole month, I can wait forty five fucking minutes.”
“If you say so,” Steve mumbles, resuming his licking and sucking, grinning against the older man’s skin as he whimpers at the touch.
Steve logically knows this past month has been much harder on Eddie than himself, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling a little greedy, the glaring absence of their sex life leaving him feeling needier than he would care to admit. He can’t help but run his hands all over Eddie’s skin as if it’s the first time all over again, wanting to feel every inch of his skin beneath his palms as he kisses and teases at the sensitive skin of his collarbone.
“Kiss me,” Eddie gasps, and Steve immediately obeys, crashing his lips into his lover’s with an almost brutal force, their teeth clashing together at the impact as they lick desperately into one another’s mouths. It’s graceless and clumsy and absolutely perfect after thirty days of chaste pecks and innocent touches.
Eddie pulls away first, gasping out a quiet, “Yellow,” and Steve immediately backs off of him, sitting on his heels to give him space, eyes wide as he watches Eddie chew on his lip, expression torn between being embarrassed and blissed out.
“Didn’t, uh. Really mean to safeword there?” he stutters, blinking hard as if trying to clear away the haze of arousal running through him. “But I was about to cum. So. You know.”
Steve’s heart stumbles in his chest, overwhelmed with affection for the man in his bed. Gently, he brushes Eddie’s bangs off of his damp forehead, smile growing when Eddie nuzzles his head into the sweet gesture. An idea sparks in his mind, and his grin turns wolfish as he bends to press a kiss to his lips.
“That’s a great idea, baby. You can safeword when you start to get close. After all,” he pauses, checking the time once more. “You’ve only got a half hour left.”
Eddie’s eyes darken at Steve’s sultry tone, his hips twitching up as his breath hitches. He fists Steve’s shirt, dragging him closer as he breathes, “Green,” against his lips.
With a low moan, Steve kisses Eddie hotly again, scraping his nails teasingly down Eddie’s chest before tugging down the elastic of his sweats. Eddie’s cock bounces out against his belly, already leaking profusely from the tip, the head an angry red, desperate for stimulation. Steve’s mouth waters at the sight, and he suddenly needs to feel Eddie down his throat.
“Can I suck you? Please?” he whimpers, and Eddie grips his shoulders with a white knuckled grip.
“Yellow,” he manages to hiss out, teeth clenched together harshly and eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Steve would laugh if he wasn’t so fucking turned on. Instead, he smooths his hands through Eddie’s curls, as if soothing a wild animal, letting Eddie take his time to calm down. After a minute or so, Eddie relaxes minutely, cracking open his eyes to meet Steve’s gaze, his own dancing with mirth as he says roughly, “I think it’s safe to say you shouldn’t suck me off right now, Stevie.”
He can’t help the pout that draws his lips together, and Eddie huffs out a laugh at the sight before cupping Steve’s cheek in his hand, grinning up at him from his prone position. “I’ve got something else you can suck on, sweetheart, don’t you worry your pretty head.”
Steve opens his mouth as Eddie runs his fingers over his lips, tracing their plump shape before slipping over Steve’s tongue, the younger man closing his lips around the digits with a throaty whine. He laves his tongue over the two fingers pressing down on his tongue, coating them thoroughly in his spit and teasing them the way he would Eddie’s cock, twitching against his belly with desire. Steve can’t help but palm his own erection over his sweats, and Eddie’s eyes lock onto the motion, his own lips parted as he pants raggedly, enthralled with the erotic sight.
It’s when the metalhead slips his fingers further back towards Steve’s throat, making him gag a little, his eyes rolling back as his throat clenches around the intrusion, that Eddie chokes out a pained, “ Yellow .” They’re both gasping for air as he slips his soaked fingers from Steve’s lips, Eddie’s dick throbbing where it lies untouched against his stomach, a puddle of precum gathering near his navel as he forces himself back from the ledge. Steve, on the other hand, just squeezes himself over his pants to relieve himself a bit before finally stripping them off.
He lazily strokes himself as Eddie lies deathly still, eyes clenched shut once more as he fights for control over his body. Steve squints at the clock once more: only ten minutes to go.
“Almost there, Eds,” he whispers, and Eddie only whimpers quietly in response. The needy sound sends a bolt of arousal through Steve, and he squeezes around the head of his cock, the tight friction raising goosebumps over his skin and making his toes curl.
“I don’t– know if I– can make it,” Eddie pants out softly, gripping the sheets beneath him as hard as he can.
Steve, as much as he’s loved teasing Eddie throughout this entire endeavor, softens at the sight, the image of his usually so composed boyfriend out of his fucking mind with the need for release tugging at his heart. He lets go of his own dick, lying down next to Eddie, his hands covering the older man’s.
“You can do it, baby, you’re almost there,” he whispers to him, rubbing his thumbs over Eddie’s white knuckles as he shudders on a choked sob. They lie like that for a while, Eddie quaking with the force of his need, Steve soothing him as best he can without touring him on further, keeping watch on the clock on his desk.
At 11:59, Steve finally sits up, gently tugging at Eddie’s gripped hands to coax him to relax. Reluctantly, Eddie releases his fists, letting Steve press down against the pressure points on his palms to alleviate the tension there. He groans low in his throat when Steve moves to straddle him, one hand wrapped around his dick to keep from making contact with Eddie’s own painfully hard length.
Just as the clock switches to midnight, December 1st, Steve leans forward to kiss Eddie, letting their cocks slide together, the friction slick from the sheer amount of pre spilling from Eddie’s length the last hour.
Steve barely has to twitch his hips against Eddie’s once, his hand laced through Eddie’s curls and tugging firmly, before Eddie’s back arches hard enough to nearly buck Steve off of his lap, mouth agape as he wails .
It’s unlike any noise Steve has ever heard Eddie make in bed, high and desperate and so overwhelmingly hot that he immediately feels himself spilling onto Eddie’s stomach as well, his own orgasm crashing into him with a sudden force that has him biting down harshly on his lip as he whines and shakes. It’s nothing compared to the trembling that wracks Eddie’s body, his whole being quaking as he pumps rope after rope of cum up his chest and to his chin, eyes rolling back in his head as he finally lets himself fall over the ledge.
It goes on for what feels like forever before Eddie finally falls limp against the mattress, Steve holding him close as he breathes with him. He cringes internally at the feeling of both of their cum cooling on their torsos, but he can’t bring himself to really care that much compared to making sure that his boyfriend didn’t just die from coming too hard.
Thankfully, Steve can feel his breathing match his own, and after a few more moments, Eddie’s eyes flutter open, glazed over with pleasure as he blinks hard up at Steve. Steve’s positive he’s never seen anyone more gorgeous.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers, kissing the tip of Eddie’s nose and drawing a weak giggle from the man beneath him. Oh yeah, he’s been fucked out of his mind for sure.
Gently, Steve rolls off of Eddie, the space between them only there for a short moment before Steve is tugging the older man close, guiding his head to rest against his broad chest, fingers combing gently through his hair as he holds him. They’re quiet for a long time, Eddie slowly letting his heart calm back down to a normal rate as he lets Steve take care of him.
After a while, Eddie chuckles low under his breath, pressing a warm kiss to just below Steve’s nipple as he mutters, “Totally worth it.”
Steve’s chest shakes with his laugh, shaking his head as he kisses the top of Eddie’s head.
“We’re not doing that ever again.”
“Agreed.”