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“Meow.”
Eddie peered down at the hallway floor where there was a slender black cat rubbing himself against the wall, trying his best to weave between Eddie’s feet. Probably to knock him down.
“Gimme a second, gimme a second.”
Eddie skipped past the cat but left his door open, dropping his few grocery bags onto the counter so that he could rummage for the bag of cat food. Little demon.
“You’ve probably already eaten today,” Eddie sighed as he spilled food into a tiny bowl and carried it back to the hallway. “Mr. Sneaks, you’re gonna end up making me break my neck one day.”
The cat in question did not seem to care.
He only purred loudly and rubbed against Eddie’s hands as he crouched to place the bowl against the wall. He would have left it outside, sure. But Roberta down the hall kept knocking the thing over.
Plus, Eddie could never take custody away from-
“Looking awful comfy down there.”
Eddie grinned at the voice, glancing up to see Steve. First a neighbor, now a friend. Steve.
God. Did Eddie already look like a simp?
You see, Steve was kind of…
The prettiest man in existence. Sure, Chrissy would probably laugh and scoff at Eddie if she heard him say that. Actually, she had heard him say some variety of those exact words. Dozens of times, really. She’d smacked him upside the head with a loaf of Italian bread just last week, as he lamented his lack of a love life in the grocery store.
“Just fucking ask him out.”
Like it was easy.
Like Eddie could open his mouth and the words would spill out and he’d just somehow manage to ask the Adonis next door out.
The matter was only made worse by the fact that Steve wasn’t even a stranger. He never had been. They’d gone to school together, though they couldn’t have been further apart on the food chain. It had taken a handful of years (and moving into the same apartment building) for the two of them to actually become friends.
And Eddie had carried this unfortunate crush with him the entire time. Years and years of adoration and frustration, fawning from the sidelines. It was okay when Eddie didn’t know Steve that well. When Steve would date pretty cheerleaders and Nancy Wheeler that one time. But then Eddie had found out a glaring truth.
Steve Harrington was bisexual.
It’d taken one occurrence a year period. Eddie had stumbled home after a lengthy studio session (lucky to be pressing buttons for a much wealthier man) and he’d walked into his hallway, only to find Steve with a guy. A guy plastered to his back as he fumbled for the lock, giggling and blushing like a dream.
They hadn’t seen Eddie.
Plus, the guy was like….huge.
So Eddie was pretty sure he wasn’t on the menu for someone like Steve. For a lot of reasons. He was a high school basketball couch, for one. It was actually torture for Eddie, watching Steve walk around in his little track suits and jock shorts and tight shirts. Dear god, the man was a sculpture.
Eddie did have to wonder if there was some sort of generational wealth going on though. Their apartment building was mid tier nice. Eddie himself could only afford it off good luck alone. He had a great job and he would never take it for granted. He just knew teachers didn’t make much, unfortunately.
So. Mystery of mysteries.
Until it wasn’t a mystery at all anymore.
Eddie had gotten drunk with Steve a few times. Little wine drinking sessions that turned into beer drinking, that turned into gossiping.
Steve’s mom was a good person. Those were his words. She just expected a lot of Steve. Or she had, for years. Until her divorce. She was much more relaxed now.
Apparently her own parents had owned an entire restaurant chain. So yeah. Generational wealth. Steve had looked kind of embarrassed to admit it but….oh well, at least he wasn’t an asshole. As he’d told Steve before, “I’ve met rich assholes. That you are not.”
Steve was just so….precious was the word.
Steve was kind and smart and funny. And a little bit insecure, Eddie knew that too. He’d told Eddie plenty about himself, things he admitted he wasn’t comfortable telling random strangers. Eddie had moved quickly past strangers and right into friendship.
But now he was stuck. It was fine, actually. He didn’t need to ask Steve out, no matter how much his friends constantly insisted that he needed to.
“You have no idea how much my knees are hurting,” Eddie said, brows lifting as Steve laughed. Butterflies, pure butterflies. Eddie would probably never be able to keep a straight face around Steve, no pun intended.
“Oh? You’re not used to that?” Steve joked, his grin turning cheeky suddenly. Eddie felt his face heat, his knees probably turning to jelly on the gross hallway floor beneath him. See, that was an issue too. Steve loved saying cheeky, nasty little things.
Designed to break Eddie’s brain.
“Oh- I uh- I don’t- um, that’s-“
Holy fuck.
Words, Eddie. Use your big boy words.
Steve always looked so fucking pleased with himself too, that was the worst part.
“Come on,” Steve said, holding his hand out for Eddie. He had a track suit on, his usual uniform for school. It would have been tacky for anybody else.
“I’m about to make some tea. You want some?”
Eddie didn’t even like tea.
He said yes anyway, just like he always did.
--
Steve’s apartment was always so…..fun. Fun was the best description. It was colorful and eclectic, a mishmash of nerdy and antique. Just furthering Eddie’s ever growing attraction to him. The man had thighs of steel and Legos on his shelves. What more could Eddie want?
“I put two sugars in, just how you like,” Steve smiled, unknowingly giving Eddie a beverage that he was likely to choke down. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad. “You look tired. Did you work this morning?”
“Yeah,” Eddie sighed and set his cup aside. He couldn’t drink anything while Steve was sat across from him, sideways on his couch. Still in his tracksuit, the top now removed. Eddie tried not to look at the way the fabric stretched over his thigh as he bent his leg onto the couch. “Gonna be putting in some graveyards soon. Helping with some audio fixes and stuff.”
Eddie never liked to talk about his job much. He just figured it made him look like a bit of a douchebag.
“You get to help record anything this week?” Steve asked, always more interested than Eddie expected him to be.
“Guess so,” Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. “Got to do a few songs with guitar. Electric this time.”
Steve bit his lip on a grin.
“Guitar’s hot, isn’t it?” He asked, his voice turning teasing. Eddie both hated and loved that Steve was such a massive flirt. Eddie normally was too but…it was so hard to give back to Steve. It was like Eddie lost all his thoughts, words, and reactions. All of them.
“Guess so,” Eddie said, feeling oddly meek as Steve rose from his seat and- began to walk away? Huh? Eddie wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing. “Uh….Steve?”
He watched as Steve crouched down near a shelf by his tv, his pants dipping as he reached to the far back corner.
It was then that Eddie saw it.
He’d never noticed it before and Eddie knew tattoos. He had so many, how could he not? This wasn’t new, it couldn’t be. It was only slightly faded, protected by the location.
A tramp stamp.
Steve Harrington had an honest to God tramp stamp emblazoned across his lower back. It was all black, an array of spindly floral-like vines surrounding two words, ‘Your’re Welcome’.
God. Oh my god. Oh my sweet baby Jesus.
You’re welcome, indeed.
Eddie felt like his jaw had actually come unhinged cartoon style. This wasn’t reeal, it couldn’t be. The universe could never be so kind to him. Not only was Steve a flirty little bastard but…but he had a slutty little tattoo to match? That too? Eddie was going to blow a gasket. He was going to actually explode. This was it for him, he was absolutely done for. There was no coming back from-
“You alright?” Steve asked, seemingly clueless to Eddie’s internalized panic.
Eddie was simply dumbfounded.
It wasn’t adding up. Steve wasn’t the type of guy to have something like that. And yet there it was.
Practically screaming at him.
And for some reason, Eddie simply decided to act like it didn’t exist. Instead of saying hey, what’s that on your back, Steve? He decided to not say anything at all. He decided to deflect like an idiot.
“Oh nothing,” Eddie said quickly, busting himself with his drink once again. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it. “Just. You look good today.”
The smirk Steve sent him was fucking lethal.
“Do I?” He asked, holding something in his hand as he made he way back over to the couch. What was that? “You’re so sweet. And because you’re my sweetest neighbor, I got you a gift.”
“Am I just a neighbor?” Eddie tried to joke, his throat feeling quite dry.
Steve slipped back onto the couch.
“You’re much more than a neighbor,” Stevie said, unintentionally sultry. Fuck off, Steve. Oh my god. “You’re one of my best friends, silly.”
Yikes. Friend zoned again.
Steve handed Eddie a tiny box. It was made of tin, familiar.
Eddie cracked it open, not completely shocked to find a set of guitar picks inside.
Oh.
They were cute and pink with little red hearts all over them. More for show than anything.
What the fuck?
Eddie looked back up at Steve and he looked less confident now. His cheeks were pink, in fact.
“These are-“
“Stupid,” Steve breathed out with a heavy sigh. “I just know you’ve been working real hard lately and I figured…I don’t know, they’re funny. Does it help if I say I kissed every one of them?”
Eddie was going to die.
He wasn’t even sure how it was possible for somebody to be so sweet. Did it mean anything? He wasn’t certain. Steve seemed flirtatious with most people, so who knew?
Still. The gesture was nice.
“I’d say you’re a bold faced liar,” Eddie joked. This was his way of not spiraling. No, he’d already done plenty of that over Steve. “Where’s the proof?”
He didn’t expect for seed to lean over and grab one of the guitar picks, nearly knocking the tin out of Eddie’s hand in the process. Eddie watched in awe as Steve lifted one of the picks to his mouth and kissed it, keeping eye contact the entire time.
Dear Lord.
Sometimes Eddie felt like an old lady in church.
He went demurely and handed the pic back to Eddie. And then it was like a switch had been flipped. He was completely normal again.
“So, how was work?” Steve asked, only the slightest hint of pink to the apples of his cheeks now. But Eddie could see it still. Maybe he was imagining things.
—
“No,” Eddie said insistently, rolling onto his back when he was a teenager in a drama movie. Chrissy didn’t get it. She could never understand the trials and tribulations of being Steve’s neighbor. Or being his friend. Friend was definitely worse. “You don’t get it. It was right there. Right there in my face. He just….exists like that. He’s so attractive I want to poke my eyeballs out.”
“Ew,” Chrissy said tonelessly, holding one of Eddy’s hands and painting the nails black. He did feel a lot like a teenager again unfortunately. “Please don’t talk about eyes, you know how it makes me feel. And he’s literally hitting on you. I’m not sure how you’re not seeing it.”
Eddie scoffed, firmly planted in his denial.
No, Steve was not hitting on him. What in the world could he want from a guy like Eddie? Surely he had plenty of fish to choose from or what the fuck ever.
“Try flirting with him a little,” Chrissy insisted with a shrug. Eddie knew she wouldn’t be so blasé if this was her, the little hussy. “West that cologne that smells good. Flex a little, you have nice arms.”
Eddie frowned down at his bicep.
Sure, maybe.
They weren’t as nice as Steve’s.
“And if it doesn’t work? What then?”
Chrissy gave him A Look.
She really was such a good unpaid therapist.
“Then you go back to pretending like the two of you are just very good neighbors,” Chrissy said. Like it was so simple. “And you’ll still be friends too. So that’s not so bad, right?”
Right. Not so bad.
—
Eddie’s plan for seduction wasn’t exactly…
It wasn’t his best. He could admit that.
But he wasn’t naturally sexy. All the things his exes had hinted at being sexy were….ironically second nature to him. Things he couldn’t control, things he didn’t even know he was doing.
He felt like he needed to do research but he wasn’t sure how to go about doing so.
He figured dipping his toe into the deep end might work.
But he didn’t expect it to go catastrophically wrong. No, no one could have expected a string of embarrassing events to unfold.
Eddie was just trying to look good, that was the worst part. He had a whole plan and thought that he knew how to execute it. He’s gotten up early in the morning and decided to actually put in an effort to make his outfit look appealing. His hair too. He watched a whole tutorial online to see how exactly to treat his curly hair so that it would look it’s best. Chrissy hand tried to help once but hadn’t been able to tame the beast that was his hair. It had been no use and now he was stuck to his own devices.
The only problem was that Eddie had made a fatal mistake. He’d gotten too used to not shutting his front door correctly. Technically this wasn’t his fault. It was the landlords fault. But he couldn’t help that his memory was fucking terrible. His front door wasn’t always easy to shut, screw him.
Sometimes he forgot.
This was one of those times.
So, he was doing his whole routine. Out of the shower, dressed in his towel. Staring into the mirror in confusion and he tried his best to lather this cream stuff into his hair and….and scrunch it? Maybe? Was that what he was supposed to do?
Fucking hell. He was not made for this sort of thing.
But he wanted to look good for Steve.
It was only a few minutes into his shower that he heard the distinct sound of a meow.
Eddie frowned deeper into the mirror, as if he was asking himself if he really heard that. He knew Mr. Sneaks wasn’t in his apartment. He’d seen him in the hallway this morning and hadn’t let him-
Eddie rolled his eyes heavily once he realized.
Okay, cool.
Fine.
He made his way out of the bathroom, holding his towel around his waist as he went.
Only to find Mr. Sneaks on his kitchen floor, speeding guiltily toward the open front door with an entire loaf of bread in his greedy little mouth.
Mr. Sneaks was by no means a small cat but still, Eddie was shocked he could move that fast.
He didn’t think, he simply ran after the cat.
That’s right, for bread.
“You little shit,” Eddie hissed as he darted into the hallway, instinctively shutting the door behind him. For some reason. For some stupid fucking dumbass reason. He managed to get to Mr. Sneaks before he could get down the stairs, snatching the bag from the thief. He didn’t even hiss at Eddie. “You have got to stop breaking and entering.”
Eddie stood back up from his bent over position, wheezing far too much for someone his age as he held his trophy in hand.
It was then that he turned back to his door with the full intention of going back inside and finishing his hair project.
But it was stuck.
Eddie jiggled the knob twice. Nothing. He even leaned against it a little, all his usual tricks. Not shit. Fuck fuck fuck. He was even having a hard time with his damp towel now, one hand occupied by bread.
Mr. Sneaks was on his shit list now.
Okay. So, his phone was inside. His keys were inside. Most importantly, all his fucking clothes were INSIDE. What exactly was he supposed to do now? Go downstairs naked and beg them to actually fix his stupid door?
Eddie wanted to bang his head against it, just a little. He only stopped because Mr. Sneaks didn’t need to see him at his lowest, not today.
Only one other option.
Eddie steeled himself for some humiliation.
He made his way over to Steve’s apartment, already knowing damn well that the other man was home. Eddie did not have his work schedule memorized. That would just be weird.
He knocked on the door, hoping Steve would at least answer quickly. Eddie so didn’t need another neighbor to see him like this. He didn’t even need Steve to see him like this. But what else was he supposed to do?
The door swung open after his third knock.
“Eddie- oh, oh my god?” Steve asked, eyes incredibly wide as he scanned Eddie’s half naked body. He paused on the bread, eyebrows furrowing questioningly. “Uh? What is- what’s- what’s this about?”
Was Steve blushing?
No, surely not.
“My door got jammed,” Eddie sighed with no small amount of dread. “Mr. Sneaks opened it, ran off with my bread. So I ran after him, of course. I need my bread. But uh, now my door won’t open. Keys and phone are inside and I’m-“ He tried to gesture at himself before remembering the towel, grabbing it before it could fall off. “Think I could use your phone to call the front desk? I didn’t wanna scare everyone.”
Steve still looked flabbergasted.
“Um,” Pink cheeks and everything. Wow. “Yep, you can. Would you like some clothes? So- so you don’t have to walk around all- all wet.”
Oh my god.
Was this-
Eddie squinted at Steve. Something was clicking here. Something odd.
“Sure,” He said slowly, walking into Steve’s apartment when he stepped back. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your dinner.”
The table was set for one.
Steve shrugged nonchalantly, clearing his throat and trying his best to not look at Eddie as he shut the door behind him. Maybe he was just allergic to Eddie at this point.
“You can put your bread on the table,” Steve said, sounding weirdly choked up. Eddie did just that, finally able to fully clutch his towel. “Here, let’s find you some- oh. Your hair looks nice.”
Oh god. That.
“Thanks,” Eddie said, feeling quite embarrassed about what he’d been doing just before this. “Trying something new.”
Steve smiled softly at Eddie before finally turning and leading him further into the apartment.
“I’m sure you don’t need to change anything at all,” Steve said, just as sweet and generous as he always was. Eddie had seen his room before. Clean and organized, deep shades of blue and green. “You’re pretty perfect as is.”
Eddie snorted softly as he watched Steve pull out a pair of sweatpants and a soft looking shirt.
“Doubt that,” Eddie said, accepting the clothing from Steve but smiling anyway. “I’m categorically a mess, Harrington.”
“You better start calling me Steve,” He replied, hands on his hips now. Sassy. God, he really was so cute. “Or else. You’ve known me how long now?”
Too long. Eddie had been in the trenches for too long.
“And if I don’t wanna call you Steve?” Eddie joked, aware that he was still just standing there in his slipping towel.
He didn’t care if Steve was gonna keep blushing like that.
“Think of something else,” Steve rolled his eyes but he laughed too, almost like he didn’t want to let it out. “Literally anything.”
Eddie wasn’t exactly known for being able to keep his dumb mouth shut.
“Alright, baby,” Eddie said, smoother than he usually was. “I guess I’ll think of something to call you. Thanks for the clothes.”
Steve went impossibly red, jaw clenching.
Oh my god? Oh my god.
“That one is-“ Steve licked his lips. Eddie had never felt power like this before. It was like the clouds were parting to reveal the sun behind them. Or something else poetic, what the fuck ever. What mattered most was that he was making Steve blush. Like, actually. He, Eddie Munson, had somehow managed to make Steve Harrington blush. “Off limits. Sadly.”
Eddie repressed a smile, stepping forward. Steve’s eyes darted down, there was no real mistaking it. Like he just had to look, had to see. Eddie was scrawny, he didn’t have much to offer. But Steve was still looking.
“Yeah? What about sweetheart?” Eddie asked, feeling just a bit cocky that he’d managed to get here so fast. He’d hd plans, things he wanted to do. Ways he wanted to test the waters. Who knew that showing up naked and wet would do it? “Love? Angel?”
Steve was breathing harder, backing himself into the wall. Eddie had never seen him like this before, his eyelids heavy and his cheeks so perfectly pink. Really, it was like Eddie had stepped right into one of his ridiculously not safe for work dreams. But no, this was real. All of this was real.
“You’re being mean,” Steve whined just as Eddie stood right in front of him, only inches away. “It’s been how long? And you- you just now decided to- did you know? Is that what this is?”
Oh.
Eddie frowned.
Steve looked vaguely teary eyed. Pouting like Eddie had done something seriously wrong here. Gripping onto the clothes he’d gathered for Eddie like they were a lifeline.
“Huh?” Eddie asked, falling back a little. He was confused by the switch, unsure of himself now. Maybe he’d massively misread his entire situation. And wouldn’t that be entirely too embarrassing to handle? “I thought- what do you mean? What did I just now decide to do?”
Steve rolled his eyes but Eddie could tell he was nervous. Suddenly, he wouldn’t look at Eddie anymore.
“I hit on you all the time,” Steve said, voice low and quiet like he didn’t want to be too loud. Like Eddie might get upset or something. “I thought- I thought you were just immune to it or something. Uninterested. So, I was sort of about to give up. On you. But uh….now you’re here, all like- all naked and- oh my god, you have got to put some clothes on. I can’t do this while you’re naked.”
Eddie felt his smile start to form again. Because this didn’t sound like rejection. No, not at all. It sounded a lot like Steve had been suffering in the same way Eddie had, with just a touch more confidence.
“Why not?” Eddie asked, feeling quite cheeky indeed. Just. He hadn’t expected this, not at all. It wasn’t even on his bingo card, whatever that meant. “Why would you give up on me?”
Steve looked deeply embarrassed.
“Because I hit on you constantly,” Steve said, eyes shutting finally. As if in absolute mortification. “And you quite literally run out of my apartment every single time. I don’t get- why now? It’s been so long, why now?”
Well…
“I’ve always had a crush on you,” Eddie said, softer than before. Confessing felt odd, like he didn’t even need to. Steve should have known, really. “I thought it was pretty obvious. You make me nervous and-“
“But you’ve been weirder lately,” Okay, that was rude. Steve laughed weakly at Eddie’s expression. “I just mean…you’re more skittish than usual and I thought I’d done too much or-“
Oh.
“Oh no,” Eddie winced, already embarrassed by his own actions. “That wasn’t…it was because of your tattoo.”
Steve gave Eddie a blank stare.
“I thought- my tattoo? It wasn’t the guitar picks? Because I thought you were- oh my god? The one on my back?”
Yes, Steve. That one.
“I didn’t realize you had a tramp stamp and I’ve been thinking about cumming on it for at least a week now,” Eddie’s words rushed out of their own accord, as if he would have been able to stop them anyway. Oh my god. This was- “I really didn’t mean to say that. Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
Steve was beet red.
“Oh,” He sounded faint. Good, Eddie. You killed the guy. You out freaked him. “I mean, that’s what it’s there for-“ Oh, for fucks sake. “Really? That’s all it took? A tattoo? You should see my other ones.”
Oh god.
“You have more?” Eddie asked, practically groaning at the very thought. This was actually too much. This was his- oh wait, Steve was smirking now. He looked amused. “You don’t have more, do you?”
He looked ready to laugh, the little shit.
“I don’t,” He said with a shrug. “But I could get more. Maybe I just needed some inspiration.”
Right. Because Eddie was full of inspiration. Actually, he totally was. He could think of like ten tattoos that would make Steve even worse.
“You have one tattoo and it’s a tramp stamp?” Eddie asked, feeling sort of mystified.
Steve held a hand to his chest in fake offense.
“You keep calling it that,” He replied, grinning at Eddie. “It’s a back tattoo, Eddie. Don’t make it sound slutty.”
Sure.
“It says You’re Welcome,” Eddie said, going deadpan for the bit. “What does that even mean?”
He was pretty sure he already knew. He just wanted to hear Steve say it.
“It means you should be thankful you even get to see it,” Steve said, smoothly stepping forward and nearly closing the gap between them. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? That you’re grateful to be back there, to be so close to me? Are you?”
Eddie was going to pass out from horniness. He’d never actually done it before but this would likely be the time.
“I’m grateful to even be in your presence on- on normal terms,” Eddie said, fumbling his words as Steve laughed. He looked so happy, fuck. Eddie did that. “I would literally- you could walk all over me. Hit me with a car. I’ll go out in the parking lot right now. You wanna grab your keys? Because we can do that, I’d probably be into it.”
Watching Steve laugh was one thing. Being the one to make him laugh was even better.
“Will you shut up and kiss me?”
Yeah, that was a good cue.
Eddie stepped closer and put his hands to Steve’s hips, closing the gap between them finally. The kiss was gentle at first, something Eddie didn’t want to ruin. But of course, that changed in seconds. Their mouths separated, only to come back together. A slow peck that grew into ravenous kissing. Eddie sucked at Steve’s tongue, running by his sharp little teeth. Steve bit his lip and went back for more, shivers crawling down Eddie’s spine as he pressed Steve into the wall behind him.
It was then that Eddie realized he was still naked. Still in his towel.
“Are we-“ Steve tilted his head, lips dragging over Eddie’s jaw. “Are we taking things too fast?”
Steve laughed, a puff of air over Eddie’s skin.
“I was hoping you’d take it slow,” He rasped, biting down on Eddie’s neck. “Open me up slowly, get me on my knees-“
Jesus, okay. Point taken.
Eddie kissed Steve again, stealing the words from his mouth. Clutching his face with both hands like he might starve if he couldn’t get closer to him. Eddie had wanted this for so long now, Steve’s lip were just as soft as he expected them to be. Fuck, maybe he was romanticizing things too much.
Steve groaned into the kiss, a sharp noise. So desperate that it nearly shocked Eddie. He didn’t expect-
Steve’s hands moved fast, clawing at Eddie’s towel until it fell right to the floor. He was frenzied, biting Eddie’s lip and pulling at it, nails dragging over his chest, his nipples. Reaching up to pull at his hair, tugging it like he was the one who couldn’t get closer.
Eddie grabbed his wrists, hands tightening around them and pulling them down. Lips disconnecting.
Steve whined, straining in Eddie’s hold.
“Baby,” Eddie breathed, lips skimming over Steve’s neck. Slow, to help bring him down. “Slow down. What’s the rush? Slow, like you said.”
Steve had flipped a switch, it seemed. His mind changed in under a minute.
“Don’t wanna-“ Steve caught his mouth in a sloppier kiss this time, teeth trailing down to bite at Eddie’s chin. Fucking hell. “Please, please, please-“
“God, you’re feral,” Eddie moaned, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and pulling him close. He twisted them around, nearly tripping over his fallen towel as he tried to push a squirming Steve toward the bed. “C’mon, work with me-“
Only to be twisted right back around and shoved on the bed, back first. Eddie bounced, eyes wide as he watched Steve tear at his own clothing.
“Shut up,” Steve snapped. The bitchiness was hotter than it had any fucking right to be. Eddie could shut up, he could do whatever Steve wanted. He wasn’t as self conscious now, his scars on display as he ripped his shirt off and flung it aside. Eddie kind of wanted to kiss them but he didn’t want to make Steve uncomfortable. “Shut up and- oh my god, I’m so wet. This is insane.”
Oh. Oh fuck.
Eddie reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock at Steve’s words. Because yeah. Wet. He would be, wouldn’t he?
Steve stripped his pants off, throwing them aside carelessly. Eddie could see it then, all the hair. He really was a hairy fucker. Eddie wanted to run his fingers through all of it, especially between his thighs.
Steve began to crawl onto the bed, eyes heated as he got closer and closed. Draping across Eddie, his-
“Oh fuck,” Eddie whined when wet came in contact with his cock. This was- how could he have ever imagined it would be this good? And Steve wasn’t even on him yet. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yeah,” Steve moaned, grinding against Eddie. Planting both hands by his hands, rubbing in circles like he could no longer control himself. As if he had much control before. “Been dreaming about my cunt? Is that it? Thinking about how soft it would be?”
Eddie could not do this if Steve was going to keep yapping.
He held Steve’s hips, nails sinking into his skin. Gripping and gripping, probably leaving bruises. Steve wasn’t stopping him, only egging him on.
“God yeah,” Eddie moaned, gone mindless at the feel of Steve’s pussy rubbing over the shaft of his cock. He was going to cum if Steve wasn’t careful. “Baby, I can’t- a condom- we should-“
“Don’t need one,” Steve whined petulantly. Okay, fuck. Maybe not the best choice ever but Eddie wasn’t the smartest man alive. “How else are you gonna cum on my tattoo? Huh?”
Fuck fuck fuck.
Eddie was going to dedicate his life to God after this. Surely he had to exist, for Steve to be this horned up. By Eddie of all people too, what the fuck?
“You’re welcome,” Steve whispered, all cocky and cute as he leaned toward Eddie. Nails sinking into his chest, dragging down again. Feisty. Why was Eddie even shocked? “Isn’t that what you like to hear? You’re welcome for letting you see me like this?”
Thank you. Thank you, Lord. Thank you, satan. Someone, anyone.
“You’re really hitting on every one of my kinks here-“ Eddie’s sentence went high pitched as Steve reached for his cock, lifting up to sink down onto it. Probably too quick, sadly. Eddie wanted to eat him out, finger him a little. “Fucking- you’re evil. God, can I spank you?”
Steve giggled at that, cheeks pink as he leaned down to kiss Eddie softly.
“Sure, big boy. Go right ahead,” Steve sighed happily and wiggled once he was all the way down. “Fuck, I knew you’d be huge. Monster cock Munson. Heard that one before?”
Eddie figured he might lose a nipple if he admitted he definitely had heard that before. Something was telling him that he’d unlocked a secret possessive part of Steve. Fuck yeah.
“Nope,” Eddie lied, trying to move his hips but failing. Right. Athletic. He’d forgotten that part. Then again, being held down wasn’t so bad. Steve could use him however he liked, actually. The longer the better. “God, you feel so fucking good. Never thought I’d get to- you’re a fucking dream.”
Steve laughed in his face, all sweet and cherubic. Like an Angel with a bullying streak.
And then he lifted up again, the demon.
Eddie just had to mourn the loss in an embarrassing way, whining like an addict and attempting to pull him back down. Steve swatted at him with another laugh, his intentions now clear.
He was turning around.
He was. Turning around.
So Eddie could see-
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Eddie cursed, eyes almost rolling back as Steve assumed the reverse cowgirl position and pressed Eddie’s cock right back inside of him. “I can’t believe-“
He reached up and held Steve’s surprisingly small hip. His thumb stretched out, brushing reverently over the tattoo.
“Do I look good?” Steve asked in a voice that implied he knew he looked good. The cockiness was really getting to Eddie. And he was so-
“Yeah, fucking perfect,” Eddie rasped as Steve started to grind in place. He swiveled his hips, circle eights to get Eddie going. “So tight too, squeezing me. Fuck, you’re so right.”
He didn’t care that he might sound supremely stupid. He was fucking Steve. Steve. His ultimate crush. Of course he was gonna be a little dumb about it.
“You’re so cute,” Steve said, smirking at Eddie over his shoulder. Eddie finally did it, having forgotten to earlier. He reached out and swatted Steve on the ass. It wasn’t very hard, nothing crazy. Just a playful- oh god, and he clenched up around Eddie. One of his hands was-“Are you touching yourself? Rubbing your clit? That’s so-“
“Shut up,” Steve moaned, clearly too far gone. And so wet too, dripping down Eddie’s cock. “Spank me again. Harder this time, I don’t have all day.”
Eddie couldn’t even really laugh, he could only comply. He did it again, his hand warm from the sting this time.
And that noise was so addicting too.
“You look so good like this,” Eddie groaned at the same time Steve moaned out his pleasure at being spanked. Eddie watched pink bloom on Steve’s ass, the perfect impression of his hand print. He wished he had his phone, he would’ve taken a picture. “Prettiest boy ever.”
That smirk was going to end Eddie, he was sure of it.
“You’re driving me insane.”
Steve slowed down, ass pushed out.
“Do something about it then,” Steve teased.
Fine then.
Eddie wasn’t the most physically capable looking guy around but he had a lot of hidden strength. Scrappy, that’s what they used to call him growing up.
He got his hands around Steve’s hips and managed to flip him onto his stomach within just a few seconds. Honestly, he was pretty impressed with himself. Steve too, apparently. He groaned his appreciation and lifted his hips for Eddie, just like that.
And the view…
“Fucking- oh my god-“ Eddie cursed, not quite believing his luck. Still. Everything he had wanted for so long now and more. “I’m gonna take you on the best date after this. I swear to God. Wherever you want, I don’t even care-“
“Get your dick inside me before I change my mind,” Steve said, but he was laughing breathlessly and wiggling his hips in invitation. Eddie couldn’t say no, could he?
He pushed back inside, this time so much easier than before. Steve really was so wet. Eddie wanted to remember this moment, looking down at the tattoo that have really catapulted him into madness. It’d gotten him here in the end and he was grateful for that.
He slid deep, pausing only for a moment to let Steve adjust. It didn’t last very long, his self control, slipping by the second. And then Eddie was helpless to thrust again and again, pulling out, just barely. As if he couldn’t bear to disconnect their bodies for even a moment. Steve moaned and whined, his back, beginning to sweat, as Eddie picked up the pace, and gave him more.
It wasn’t going to take much, embarrassingly enough. But Eddie was nothing if not a gentleman and he was going to make Steve cum before him if it was the last thing he did.
He reached under to rub Steve’s clit and give him some thing else to grind against. Steve couldn’t form words anymore, all of his previous bitchiness falling to the wayside. Eddie kind of missed it. He’d have to tell Steve later. But hell, Steve obviously already had him all figured out.
“You feel- you feel so-“ Steve tried his best to speak, but Eddie was going far too fast. Even as he rubbed Steve’s clit, he was the desperate one now. “I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna-“
Steve felt like a vice around his cock as he came, his thighs shaking against Eddie’s and his back arching for more. He was beautiful like this, unconcerned about the noise he was making or the way he looked.
He shivered through his orgasm, thighs parting even more to let Eddie go deeper. Like he wanted Eddie to come inside of him. But Eddie had other plans now. He had to see it through.
“Gonna- gonna cum on your-“ He couldn’t get it out, his cock slipping wetly in his hand as he pulled out. Steve let out a sob and Eddie was done for, his cock painting strips across the stupid tattoo that had caused all of this. Holy shit, Eddie couldn’t believe- it felt too good, like he was cumming more than he normally would. Fuck, maybe he’d just been hard up and Steve was the release he’d needed for so long. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
It felt appropriate.
Considering.
Steve smiled weakly, falling flat on the bed.
“You’re very welcome,” He said, voice hoarse and raspy. Adorable. Eddie could barely breathe now but at least he could- god, fall sideways and out of Steve’s way. Lay next to him with an arm over his eyes like he didn’t feel like fainting. Just from sheer disbelief. “So, about that date? Tomorrow sound good?”
Tomorrow sounded wonderful.
Eddie could worry about his stupid apartment door later.