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Eddie doesn’t know why he told him, now that he’s back home in the comfortable, dark expanse of his bedroom. His foot hangs slightly off the edge of the bed and bounces with anxiety the more he spirals, his other foot tucked underneath the crease of his knee. He taps his fingers to a steady 8-count while he hums nonsensically to music that doesn’t exist yet. It’s in his brain though, so one day it will. His body feels tired, the longer he lays there in the dark, but he’s still wearing all of his clothes, including his sneakers, and his nerves are too fried for him to relax. 

“Why did you have to go and ruin things!?” He curses his brain to mouth filter and the fact that it hardly works. He hadn’t even meant to tell Steve yet, but it’s too late now! He stands abruptly and walks around his room, tugging on his curls in frustration. 

“What’d ya ruin?” A familiar voice calls from his doorway, and Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin with a surprised shriek as he turns towards it. Wayne’s shoulders shake in gentle laughter at how easily he was spooked. 

“Nothing. I don’t know…” he huffs, flopping back down onto the side of his bed. His uncle takes it as the invitation that it is and enters the room and sits down next to him. He doesn’t say anything, just sits and waits for Eddie to get up the courage to spill the beans. “Steve. I ruined things with Steve.” He finally confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“How?” Wayne simply asks. “I don’t see how that’s possible. That boy loves you.” He snorts, shaking his head before turning back to look at him, waiting for an explanation. 

“What!?” Eddie asks incredulously in return. Steve loves him? “As a friend, you mean.” 

Wayne doesn’t respond, instead choosing to look pointedly down his nose at Eddie. 

“There’s no way!” Eddie stands again, and starts to pace. That is until he trips over something in the dark and nearly brains himself on the corner of his bed if it hadn’t been for Wayne and his quick dad reflexes. 

“Just tell me what you ruined.” His uncle tells him after pushing him to sit back down on his bed. 

“I told Steve!”

“Told him what?” He asks, his head cocked to the side in confusion. 

“What do you mean “what”, I mean I told him I’m trans! That I have a… well, you know.” Eddie gulps, looking down at his lap where his fingers are twisting into the fabric of his pants. 

“And he didn’t take it well? That doesn’t sound like Steve.” Wayne hums as he turns to the side to face him. 

“Well… not exactly. He just froze, kinda. So I figured he hated me and I left!” Eddie stands up again, but before he can get far he’s pulled back down by his shirt and lands on his bed with a huff. 

“So you came out to him and then ran off? Didn’t even give him time to process?” His uncle asked sternly, raising an eyebrow. 

“…Yes.” He sheepishly replies, shrinking into himself in embarrassment. 

Before either of them can say anything else, a few loud knocks on the front door sound, making both of them whip their heads up in the direction of the sound. Neither of them move for a beat and then a few more knocks follow.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Wayne asks, pulling him up from his bed and following behind him to push him down the hallway. 

“What if it’s him??” Eddie asks, his heart already beating so fast in his chest, he feels it might burst through skin and bones. 

Wayne rolls his eyes and tugs the door open without hesitation, and just like he thought, it’s Steve standing on the other side. 

“H-Hi, Mr. Munson, Eddie here?” He asks shyly, glancing briefly at Wayne before ducking his head to stare down at his shoes. He looks back up just as Eddie steps out from behind his uncle. 

“Hi, Stevie.” He waves. Steve waves back, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“Come on in, Steve. You two have some talking to do and I gotta get to work.” Wayne rummages around in his pocket for a few seconds and then pulls it back out with some crumpled bills in his grasp. “Here’s some money for pizza, Eds. I’ll see you in the morning, kiddo.” He tells him after handing over the money. Then he quickly tugs his kid in for a tight hug. “Everything will be fine.” He tells him and then presses a quick kiss to his bang-covered forehead. 

“See you in the morning.” Eddie replies, following him the few steps to the door and shutting it behind him. He doesn’t turn away as he watches Wayne get into his truck and back out of their makeshift driveway. It’s really just a patch in the yard where the grass no longer grows.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.” Steve immediately blurts, as soon as he turns around from the door. 

“For what?”

“For freezing, I guess. For not stopping you from leaving.” He shrugs, running a hand through his hair. The movement catches Eddie’s eyes and he notices the distinct lack of product in the way his fluffy tresses easily move and part between his fingers. He must have been doing that a lot since he left him. 

“I’m sorry, too. For leaving.” Eddie sighs and flops down onto the couch. Steve toes off his shoes and sits down right next to him, on the middle cushion, even though the other end of the couch is also open. “I just got scared. I didn’t mean to tell you, so I freaked.” He explains, turning to the side so his calf is pressed against Steve’s thigh. 

Steve doesn’t shy away, he never does. They’ve always been close and touchy, especially after everything that happened in the Upside Down, and Eddie finds that he’s relieved nothing has changed, even now. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” Steve reassured him, placing his hand on Eddie’s denim covered calf. “I guess I was just surprised, is all.” He swallows thickly before continuing. “Look, I don’t want to say anything offensive, but you’re the only…” 

“Only trans person you know?” Eddie finishes for him, a soft smile on his face as he watches Steve search for the right thing to say. 

“Yeah.” He says, a breathy laugh exiting through his nose. “And you look like a guy to me, so I just assumed.” He shrugs, looking apologetic as he looks over at him. 

“I am a guy.” Eddie bristles a little at that, even though he knows Steve is trying his best. 

“No! Fuck, I know.” Steve groans, slapping a hand to his face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that you aren’t one.” 

“No, you’re good. Sorry, I just get a little touchy, I guess. I know this is new for you.” He pauses and tentatively places his hand over Steve’s that’s still on his leg. Steve smiles back and nods. “How about I order that pizza? We could also smoke and maybe watch a movie?” 

“Sounds perfect.” Steve grins, and Eddie smiles and nods back before getting up to cross the small living room to where the house phone is mounted on the wall right outside the kitchen. He picks it up and dials the number to the pizza place, which he may or may not know by heart, and quickly orders two medium pizzas. 

~

Later, when they’re both pleasantly stoned and feeling floaty, they clean up the living room and throw away the trash from the pizza before retreating back to Eddie’s bedroom. They’ve slept over many times before, so with a practiced ease they bustle around the room lit by the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table. Eddie opens the windows to let the cool breeze in and Steve pulls back the covers so that they don’t have to shuffle sleepily under them later. They each flop down onto his bed, side by side and the room is plunged into a soft silence, save for the chirping of crickets outside. 

“How come you didn’t want to tell me?” Steve suddenly asks him out of the blue. 

Eddie turns his head to the side to see him lying on his back looking up at the ceiling, one arm tucked under his head, while the other is draped across his stomach. He shrugs at first, even though Steve isn’t even looking at him to see it. “I don’t know. Haven’t told many people.” He shrugs again when Steve turns to look at him then. “I didn’t know if you’d care.” 

“I do care, Eddie.” Steve replies, shuffling a little until he’s on his side. “I care about your happiness and your wellbeing. And for the record, it doesn’t bother me.” He looks into Eddie’s eyes when he says that, and Eddie can’t help the way tears start to prick at his eyes for a moment. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m bisexual and haven’t really told anyone either.” He shrugs, still watching Eddie’s face. 

Eddie’s eyes bulge wide open in surprise. Steve is into guys?? “Woah, Harrington, you’ve been holding out on me.” He jokes, laughing softly. 

Steve shrugs again. “So have you.” 

He nods his head in agreement, it is true after all. He’s still reeling over Steve’s admission, though, and it’s bringing back feelings he thought he’d long since buried, having convinced himself there was no way Steve would ever be into him. That’s still a possibility, what with him having opposite anatomy and all that, but now it’s harder to convince himself of that.

“This might be… well. If you don’t want to answer, feel free to tell me to fuck off.” Steve warns him. Eddie smiles and nods, telling him to go ahead. “Have you ever… been with anyone? Who knew?”

He can feel a hot blush begin to spread over his cheeks, which he knows is probably answer enough, but something in him tells him to answer anyway. “No.” He replies quietly. Almost too quiet for Steve to hear, but he can tell that he does by the way his breath hitches in surprise. 

“Never?”

Eddie shrugs. “Was always too scared. I’ve gone to Indy a few times, made out with some people at clubs, but never went much further.” 

“Do you… want to?” Steve asks. “Again, tell me to fuck off.” He groans, covering his face with one of his hands. 

“I mean, yeah.” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes at the question. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Why?” 

“Well, I-I just…” Steve stammers before trailing off, clearly unsure of what he’s trying to say. “When you say ‘people’ do you mean girls or guys?” He asks instead of clarifying any further.

“I’m gay, Stevie. Thought you already knew that.” Eddie replies easily. He has no issue telling people he likes men.

“Right… Right.” Steve says. “I like you, Eddie, and I guess I’m wondering if you might like… me?” He shrinks back, like he’s preparing for rejection, and even though Eddie needs to process this revelation, he scoots closer right away.

“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about hearing you say that.” He admits. 

Steve grins and pulls Eddie by the hip until the fraction of space between them is no more. “Yeah?” He asks, smirk clear in his voice as his eyes glance down to look at Eddie’s lips. 

“Yeah.” Eddie huffs impatiently with a roll of his eyes. “You gonna keep staring, or you gonna kiss me, Harrington?” 

He expects Steve to reply first. To roll his eyes and say something like ‘you’d like that wouldn’t you, Munson?’. What he doesn’t expect is for Steve to immediately close the space between them and press their lips together. It’s awkward for maybe a second, their noses bump, but then Steve tilts his head a fraction to the side and it’s immediately so much better. Eddie can’t help the way he moans into the kiss, surging up harder against his lips as his hands fly up to cradle his face in his palms. Steve, the utter bastard, chuckles into the kiss in a rush of air out through his nose. 

“How’s that for a kiss?” Steve asks once he’s kissed Eddie a second time after initially parting. 

“It’s, wow, um.” Eddie pulls a hand away from Steve’s face to brush his fingertips over his lips. He laughs at his own reaction to Steve and shakes his head. “Damn, Harrington.” He finally decides on after he gets himself under control.

Steve laughs too and rolls his eyes, though Eddie swears it’s a fond eye roll. “More?” He asks, his eyes bouncing up and down between his lips and his eyes. Eddie licks his lips and nods, this time closing the distance between them himself and connecting their mouths. In no time though, Steve retakes control and pushes forward with just a little force, which makes Eddie’s lips part for him. 

Eddie never understood the appeal of making out before, always thinking it was way too much tongue and not enough kissing. He liked it well enough, the few times that he’s gone to Indianapolis, but those times were nothing like this one. Steve knows what he’s doing and knows he’s doing it well. Eddie can tell by the smug smirk he can feel tugging at Steve’s lips, threatening to break their kiss if it widens further. He never wants this to end, but eventually he has to breathe, so reluctantly he pulls away, just as stars begin to creep into his vision. 

They share a minute of heavy breathing, not pulling back too far out of reach, but enough to get fresh oxygen into their lungs.

“Any other thoughts?” Steve asks even as he’s still panting for breath. 

“ Damn, Harrington,” Eddie repeats, shaking his head. If he had the energy he would have so many thoughts to attempt to drive Steve just as wild. 

Steve hums in reply and tugs Eddie even closer as he turns onto his back, nestling him under his armpit so Eddie’s cheek is pressed to his pec. Eddie easily goes, wanting nothing more than to be held by Steve, to even further cement that this is happening. 

As much as Eddie wants that, though, Steve has started something that Eddie really wants him to finish. He tries to convey that to him, by swinging his left leg over Steve’s, pressing his clothed cunt to Steve’s thigh. Steve’s breath hitches and his heartbeat pounds against his ribcage. “Eddie,” Steve warns. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“W-Why? Is what all you said not true?” Eddie’s hips immediately pause and he lifts his head up, hurt, disappointment, and anguish swirling and settling hot in his gut. 

“No! God, no. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” Steve rushes to placate him, twisting back onto his side and settling a warm hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I just meant, I don’t want the first time we do something like this to be when we’re both high. We should be completely sober.” Steve explained, his thumb brushing back and forth over the skin of Eddie’s collarbone. 

Eddie nods, knowing Steve is right, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a little disappointed. Now he’s hard and wet and can’t do anything about it. 

“But I can, um, leave the room, if you n-need to, you know.” Steve gestures with his hands to Eddie’s groin. “I know it can be hard to ignore.” He adds, as if that’s enough explanation. 

“What’s my other option?” Eddie asks with a strange surge of confidence coursing through his veins. 

Steve’s eyes widen for a second, before the smirk returns and he’s back, no longer afraid and every bit the confident King Steve he was, especially in bed. “Your other option?” He purrs in question. Eddie nods. Steve hums before leaning into his space, making Eddie lean flat onto his back as Steve hovers over him. “If you can be patient and wait until the morning, I’ll reward you.” He tells him, voice soft and low. “I don’t know if you’ve heard some of the rumors about me…” He trails off, waiting for Eddie to confirm or deny. He nods his head again, not trusting himself to be able to use words right now. “Well, they’re true.” Steve purrs, letting his tongue lash out against his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. 

“Th-The ones about how big you are?” Eddie asks, even though he knows that’s not what Steve is referring to. He just wants to hear him confirm that one, too.

“No,” Steve chuckles. “Those are true as well, but no. I mean the ones about how much I love to go down on my partners.”

“Yes. I’ve heard them.” Eddie nods and Steve pulls back. “I can be patient.” He decides, not even needing to think about it. Yes, it will be incredibly difficult to ignore the pleasure throbbing in his lower belly, but it’ll go away eventually. He can just smoke some more and he’ll be out like a light.

“I’ll go get us another joint. You stay right here.” Steve tells him and immediately gets out of bed to open the tackle box on the desk. He grabs one and the lighter and falls back into the bed next to him, somehow making sure not to crush the freshly procured joint. “You first.” He insists, handing it over to Eddie.

“No, you first. I went first last time.” Eddie tells him, shoving his hand back towards himself, 

“No you didn’t. I did. You always make me go first.” Steve narrows his eyes, pushing back against Eddie’s hands on his wrist. 

“Well, whatever. Just light it up.” Eddie huffs, rolling his eyes while a smile begins to tug at his lips. Steve is being so annoying and somehow also so endearing. 

“Oh, I’ll light it up.” Steve agrees. Then, before Eddie can even do anything, the joint is pushed between his lips and Steve’s already lighting the end. He doesn’t want anything to go to waste, so he immediately takes a large pull until Steve’s tugging it back out from between his lips, bringing it up to his own mouth for a toke himself.

“You’re insufferable.” Eddie chokes out as he blows all the smoke out of his mouth, and then some, trying to get it all out of his esophagus. 

“Yeah, but you like me.” Steve grins, taking another pull of the joint before giving it back to Eddie. Once it’s safely tucked between his lips Steve flops backwards with a soft ‘oof’ and gets comfortable, getting back into the same position he was in earlier. They pass the joint back and forth until it’s gone and Steve leans over Eddie to set it down in the ashtray. He begins to pull back, but before he gets far Eddie grabs him by the shirt and tugs him down until their lips are pressed together again. It’s sloppier than the kisses earlier, but he doesn’t mind. He wants all of Steve’s kisses. The sloppy ones, the chaste, the perfect, the surprise ones, he wants them all. 

“I do like you, Harrington.” He tells Steve when they part. “Goodnight.” He says, voice softer. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Steve replies, voice just as soft. He pulls the cord on the lamp which plunges the room into darkness. With a practiced ease he grabs the blankets from where they’ve been bunched up at the foot and pulls them over the both of them. 

Eddie blindly reaches for him, humming when his hand makes contact with his face. “One more for the road?” He asks shyly. He is never going to get enough of Steve’s kisses.

Steve snorts, but he feels him nod his head so Eddie tentatively leans forward until their lips touch and then pushes further against him, not wanting the kiss to be so soft. They stay that way for a moment, their lips just pressed together until they both pull back at the same time. 

“Goodnight, Stevie.” 

“Goodnight, Eds.” 

~

Steve wakes up first, unsurprisingly. He always does. Eddie wakes to an empty bed and feels sadness creep into his psyche for a moment before he hears noises coming from the kitchen. He really hopes he didn’t sleep in too late and Wayne is already home. He wants just a little longer with just him and Steve. Wants to find out if the rumors are true like he suspects they are.

Just when he’s about to get out of bed, the door to his room opens and Steve walks in, holding two water bottles and two pop-tarts. “This is the best we’ve got.” He shrugs as he climbs back onto Eddie’s bed. “Need some fuel first.” He tells Eddie after handing him his own bottle and pop-tart. 

“Wayne home yet?” Eddie asks as he opens the pop-tart package first. He tugs the first pastry out and breaks it in half before taking the first bite. 

Steve shakes his head, opening his own and taking a bite out of the corner of his pop-tart. “Still got time. Shouldn’t be home for another hour or so.” 

“Oh.” Eddie blushes, already thinking up all that could happen in an hour. 

“Just focus on finishing the food and the water, first.” Steve tells him sternly. 

Eddie nods and they lapse into silence as they both finish their breakfast. They don’t end up drinking all of their water, instead choosing to drink half first, saving the other half for later. 

“Now?” Eddie asks, voice raspy and needy. His brain was running wild all night, giving him dreams and ideas and making his predicament even worse. 

“First,” Steve shakes his head, turning his body towards Eddie’s. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, what language do you want me to use?” 

“Oh, uh…” Eddie pauses, he’d never thought about it before. “I-I’m used to cunt, pussy, and clit. I-I’ve never called it anything else.” 

“Never called it a cock?” Steve asked, and Eddie can’t help the shudder that goes through his body. He shakes his head. “Would you want me to try them out? See what you like?” Eddie nods. “Okay, baby. I can do that.” 

Eddie rushes forward and captures Steve’s lips in a kiss, not wanting to waste any more time. Steve thankfully immediately goes along, no longer feeling like he needs to take his time. They can do that next time they’re at his house where no one might interrupt them. Steve then leans up onto his knees, tugging Eddie closer by his hips before pushing him to lay on his back. He easily goes and Steve follows, never once letting their lips part until Eddie is settled into his pillows below. 

“Can I take these off?” Steve asks as he dips his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s boxers. Eddie nods and lifts his hips, as Steve pulls them down his thighs and off his feet, flinging them into some far corner of his room. “And this?” He asks, gesturing to the shirt that Eddie’s wearing. He shakes his head and Steve nods, rubbing soothing circles into his hips. “No problem, baby.” He murmurs, leaning up to kiss Eddie again. “Do you not want me to touch you under there?” He asks after he pulls away.

“N-No, you can. Um, just my stomach though.” Eddie tells him shyly, he feels silly having to say this out loud. He should be fine with Steve touching him wherever he wants. 

“Okay.” Steve grins, pushing Eddie’s shirt up just over his belly button, revealing his cunt to Steve and a small sliver of tummy. “Fuck, Eds.” Steve groans, licking his lips. “You’re so wet, baby.” He hums, brushing his fingertips over Eddie’s outer folds. 

Eddie can only nod his head in reply as he takes a shaky breath in. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks, his fingertips brushing just outside of where he really needed to be touched. 

“Yes, please,” Eddie begs, his hips bucking off the bed to get closer to Steve.

“Let’s see what we should call you, first.” Steve hums, his eyes no longer looking into Eddie’s, instead locked onto what’s between his legs. “Such a pretty pussy.” He tries first, eyes moving to glance between the look on Eddie’s face and the reaction his body has. 

Eddie nods his head, a whine tumbling out of his mouth and his pussy throbs, hole clenching around nothing. Steve rewards him by bringing his hand to his mouth, sucking two of his fingers before tapping them against his hard nub. “Your cock is so hard, huh baby? Can feel it throbbing beneath my fingers.” 

“Hard, yeah.” Eddie agrees, licking his lips to bring some moisture back. He feels like he’s going to like anything as long as Steve is the one saying it. The way everything sounds coming from his mouth is ungodly sexy. 

“Should I put my mouth on it?” Steve asks, already scooting down the bed to get into position between Eddie’s legs. 

“ Fuck, please, Steve, please,” Eddie begs again, and his thighs are beginning to shake from how turned on he is. He feels like a stiff wind could make him cum right now. 

“Don’t worry, baby, Stevie’ll take care of you.” He chuckles, and then he does as he says and wraps his lips around Eddie’s cock. It’s so warm and wet inside Steve’s mouth and the only thing his brain is capable of is pushing his hand into Steve’s hair and tugging hard. Steve groans and begins to suck, bobbing his head just a little while he lets his tongue swirl around the very tip. 

“ Fuck, ohmygod-” Eddie sobs as his hips lift off the bed, pushing further against Steve’s face, trying to get more of him into his mouth somehow. “P-Put a finger inside me.” He orders and Steve immediately complies, slowly pushing one of his slick fingers into Eddie’s greedy hole, which clenches around the digit. “N-Now hook it up and back towards you, fuck yes, just like that, baby.” Eddie sighs. “‘M gonna cum,” He cries out, his hips bucking faster against Steve’s face. Steve holds him up with his free hand under his ass, allowing Eddie to buck faster now that he’s not holding his own weight up. 

Steve hums and then sucks once, then twice, and then Eddie is tumbling off the edge. His orgasm hits him by surprise, slamming through the dam with enough force that he squirts as Steve pulls his mouth away, but continues to fuck him with his finger. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. Good boy.” Steve showers him with praise while he kisses and sucks on his inner thigh, stopping the motion of his finger when Eddie finally reaches down between his legs to pull it out himself. He’s trembling as his hips fall back down onto the bed and his hand shakes as he cups himself, slapping his cock lazily a few times until he’s finally come down enough to where it’s too sensitive to keep touching. 

“Goddamn, Stevie.” Eddie chuckles breathily, shaking his head as he swallows thickly. 

Steve chuckles from his place between his legs, his head resting on Eddie’s thigh. “Want another one?” He asks, eyes bright and excited. 

“Are you sure? I kind of made a mess.” Eddie says as he looks down at the sheets beneath them.

“I love that you squirted for me, Eds. It was so fucking hot.” Steve tells him.

“Want me to squirt for you again?” Eddie asks, bringing his hand back down to play with his cock himself. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” Steve nods his head, adjusting until he’s kneeling on the bed. 

“Reach under the bed, over there.” He points up by his nightstand. “There’s a box that you should grab.” He tells him, heat spreading across his face at what he knows Steve will find. 

Steve immediately does as he’s told and pulls the box out. His eyes widen upon seeing the item for a brief second before he grins and reaches down to grab it. “You want me to fuck you with this, huh?” Steve asks, gesturing to the dildo he’s got in his hands. 

“Please?” Eddie asked, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. 

“I gotta get it nice and wet first.” Steve tells him. Then, before he puts it in his mouth he gives Eddie an order. “Why don’t you jerk yourself off in time with me?” Eddie nods, quickly tucking two of his fingers inside his hole to get them wet before bringing them back up to circle his cock. 

Steve begins to fuck his mouth with the toy and Eddie manages to move his fingers at the same pace. He doesn’t dare take his eyes off of Steve, wanting to be good and match his movements exactly. Just when he’s getting whimpery is when Steve stops and pulls the dildo from his mouth. He slaps it against Eddie’s throbbing clit a couple of times, making his hips jump each time before pushing the head against his hole. He pulls it back just before it’s about to pop through before repeating the motion until Eddie cries out in frustration. 

“Take it, there you go baby…” Steve hums as he watches the toy disappear inside of Eddie’s pussy. “God I can’t wait to see what my cock looks like inside of you.” He groans to himself, his eyes locked onto the prettiest sight he’s ever seen. 

“A-Are you bigger than this?” Eddie finds himself asking, somehow. He doesn’t know how he’s still so coherent. 

“Longer, yeah, but not thicker. You could take me, don’t worry.” He pats Eddie’s hip and then switches the hand that is fucking the dildo into him after spinning it around so that the silicone balls slap against his clit on every descent back inside. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Want to see you squirt again.” He asks as his wrist falters just enough to find his g-spot yet again. 

“ Fuck!” Eddie cries out, eyes clenching as his hips buck. The movement makes him fuck into the circle his fingers make around his length and also to fuck down against the dildo inside of him. “Right there, Stevie, oh please, right there.” Eddie begs. 

“So pretty when you beg, Eds,” Steve coos, letting his free hand roam up Eddie’s thigh and across his stomach. He then presses down right over his pubic bone and continues to pound his pussy with the dildo until Eddie’s voice wavers and cracks around a moan and his hips undulate in waves. The toy gets pushed out of his hole and what follows is the most liquid that has ever come from his body as it sprays all over Steve, himself, and his bed. 

“Pl-Please, no more.” Eddie begs, bringing his hand down to cover his cunt and Steve coos, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs soothingly. 

“Not touching you anymore, baby, promise.” Steve tells him. 

It takes a while for Eddie to come back around. He continues to whimper and cry out as his body rides the shockwaves until they finally subside. Once he’s finally able to take a breath, it’s a big one, long and shaky and he immediately takes another one. 

“I knew all those rumors had to be true.” Eddie chuckles sleepily, hand still lazily covering his pussy before he lets it slide off, and a cool rush of air flows over his wet skin. 

“Glad I lived up to expectations.” Steve chuckles, flopping onto his back in the spot that he’d vacated earlier. 

“Oh exceeded them, definitely, Stevie.” Eddie praises while reaching down to tug Steve up and into his arms. “Can I do anything for you?” He asks tentatively. 

“Nah, baby, I’m good.” Steve tells him. Eddie cocks his head to the side in confusion and raises a disbelieving eyebrow. “I came when you did that time.” He admits, clearing his throat while gesturing to his crotch, which has a very obvious wet spot over his cock. 

“Jesus H Christ, Stevie.” Eddie groans, his hips bucking off the bed at the sight. “You’re perfect.” 

“Yeah?” Steve asks, laughing softly. “Not too much?” 

“Nuh uh.” Eddie shakes his head. “Come here.” He asks, and Steve complies, leaning forward into Eddie’s arms to press their lips together. 

The position also presses Steve’s semi-softened length against Eddie’s which makes him whine into Steve’s mouth. “You want another, huh?” Steve chuckles, pulling away just enough to ask before capturing Eddie’s lips with his again. Eddie nods and Steve lets him buck and grind his hips against him, taking as much as he wants until he’s shuddering through a third orgasm. It’s smaller than the rest, but there’s now a larger wet spot than there was before on Steve’s boxers when they finally part. “You got another pair I can borrow, plus one for you?” He asks as he stands up from the bed and walks over to Eddie’s dresser.

“Don’t want ‘em yet, need a break from touching.” Eddie breathes heavily. “Help yourself, though.” He waves his hand lazily and Steve chuckles before pulling open the top drawer. 

He quickly tugs on a pair after peeling his own off and then returns to the bed. “I need to change the sheets, baby.” Steve tells him, kneeling on the bed next to where Eddie is laying there with his legs spread wide open to give his dick a break. 

“Later. Don’t care right now.” He complains before holding his arms out, beckoning Steve back into his hold. 

“Okay.” Steve huffs, but does as he wants and lets himself be held in Eddie’s arms. “We’ll have to before Wayne gets home, though.”

“Shh… Resting.” Eddie whispers, letting his eyes fall closed. 

Steve rolls his eyes, but figures he can lay here at least for a little bit. And then he’ll have to make Eddie get in the shower or something while he changes the sheets.

~

The sheets do finally get changed, Steve is putting the dirty ones in the washer with detergent when Wayne walks through the door.

“Steve, good to see you’re still here. I take it you talked things through?” He greets nicely, even though Steve can tell he’s exhausted. 

“We did. Uh, I care about Eddie very much, sir. Nothing would change my mind about that.” He tells him, hoping that explains what he needs to know. 

“I know that, Stevieboy.” Wayne grins and pats him on the back. “Tell Eds I gotta hit the hay, I’ll see him later.” 

“You got it, sir.” 

“It’s Wayne, boy. I will not be called sir in my own home.” 

“Sorry, sir, I mean Wayne!” Steve rushes to correct himself. 

Wayne huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he crosses the living room towards his own bedroom. 

Steve breathes a sigh of relief before flopping down onto the couch. He decides he’ll wait there for Eddie to be done. Then they have a newly planned lunch date to get to.