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“You again?” Steve hears Robin’s voice rising, and he smiles to himself. Dustin is always early or too late, never punctual, but Steve couldn’t care less about it. If his favourite little weirdo is here to talk, Steve will listen. Man, what Steve wouldn’t do for this kid… It’s not secret that Steve always wanted to have brothers and sisters, and sure he always thought he’d be a better father than his father is; maybe he’s projecting a bit too much into Dustin and the kids, but-
“Come on, Ro-binn,” says a mocking voice that is not Dustin’s. “I thought we were friends.”
Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. He knows that voice. Fuck him. Steve knows that voice far too well and yet he’s unable to move and face him.
“We’re not even acquitances, dude,” Robin says. “And I’ve already told you, do not to say my name like that.”
“Like what, Ro-binn?” The guy says again, and this time it triggers Steve into action.
Steve opens the door and joins Robin at the counter, where she’s staring at the guy in front of her, arms crossed and brows frowned. This dude always gets the worse of her, appearing at Video Family every often just for the sake of being annoying.
“What’s your problem, dude?” Asks Steve, facing the guy. His long, curly hair frames his face, and two intense, dark brown eyes look at Steve. Fuck, it seems as if he’s almost smiling at Steve. Mocking him.
Stupid, stupid and annoying fucker.
“Ah, here you are, Harrington,” says now, his voice dropping. “For a moment I thought your boss had already fired you.”
“What the fuck do you want now?”
“Oh, I just want to, you know, rent a movie or two, maybe buy some snacks…” The long haired guy shrugs as if this is funny for him. Maybe it is, after all. “Tell me, Harrington, are you craving some snacks as well?”
Steve has to suppress a shiver at the way this guy says his name, and how his brow arches. Robin’s face makes a grimace and looks at Steve, her brain already working. Steve knows how her brain works, how she understands everything that happens in front of her.
This is his cue to act.
“Ok, dude, fuck off with you and your shit-”
Steve leaves Robin’s side and crosses the counter, grabs the guy from his arm - it’s still september and this dude is wearing a stupid leather jacket, what a jerk -, and forces him to leave Family Video.
“Oh, well, farewell miss Robin!” The long haired guy laughs while Steve is dragging him, at the time a woman enters Family Video and looks at them leaving.
“Oh, dear!” Steve hears the woman whine, passing past her.
By the time Steve directs the long-haired man through the alley behind Family Video, the guy is giggling, the facade gone.
“Oh, my, Harrington, where are you taking me?” The guy asks now, and Steve’s grasp in his arm relaxes a bit. “A dark alley, no one in sight, someone could think you have dark intentions towards good ol’ me.”
“What are you doing here?” Steve whispers angrily. “And shut up with my name.”
“Oh, come on, you don’t sound this angry when I moan your name, are you?” The guy whispers back at Steve, and this time, he closes the distance between them until their lips are almost touching, so close. Oh, so fucking close.
“And yet I don’t know yours,” Steve replies, his eyes dropping, waiting for a kiss that doesn’t happen yet.
“That’s because you don’t pay attention, Harrington,” the guy says, his breath - clean, fresh, minty even, fuck, he had this planned - brushes Steve’s lips. “But you’ll know it at the time, if you’re good to me.”
-
Eddie loves to be an annoying little shit, but it truly drives him crazy when his silly antics have such a reaction to Steve the King Harrington.
The Hair.
Basketball and swimming team captain.
The jock.
It’s not even an insult that Steve doesn’t know his name. Eddie has always been keeping a low profile, life as a high school student is always difficult, and it’s not better if you’re a trailer park trash and a nerd. It’s even worse if you’re also a freak who craves the joys of intimacy with people of your same sex. No, it’s better this way, with Steve Harrington whining at him, not knowing who he is.
Steve can’t hurt him like this. Eddie is in full control over the past glory of Hawkins High, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing ever.
“I can’t stay for long,” Steve whimpers, anxious.
“Do you want me to leave, then?” Eddie smiles at Steve’s reaction, his groan, the way his fingers wrap again around his arm, not letting him go.
“I just-”
Eddie doesn’t care about what Steve is going to say. He closes the distance between them and kisses Steve almost forcefully, bites his lower lip and grabs Steve’s hardening cock through his jeans, swallowing his surprised moan.
“I’ll be at your home at ten, don’t make me wait.”
-
Steve needs some minutes to recover. Thankfully, the long haired guy is gone, or Steve’s cock wouldn’t be able to get back to rest.
This is not what Steve would have wanted, but it is how it is, and he knows - and the anonymous guy knows it as well - that he’ll be ready tonight by the time the guy has told him.
When Steve is ready to get back at Family Video, Robin doesn’t ask him about it, barely looks at him, and Steve knows she has an opinion that can not be told until they’re alone.
The hours pass by as painfully slow as ever, and when Keith comes and deems them free to go, Robin doesn’t even wait to be alone in the car to express her concern.
“I just think you two are going too far with this,” she says, her eyes looking at Steve in that I can’t believe you don’t look after yourself once again. “This is not Heather, or Mary Sue, or Patricia - Steve, that guy is dangerous!”
“Robin, he’s not dangerous,” Steve feels like he has to defend the guy, even if he doesn’t really know him at all. “He just looks like a jerk, but-”
“It’s not about his looks, Steve,” Robin groans, her anxiety making her leg bounce while she talks and Steve drives her home. “It’s about - hmpf! - You don’t know him, or his name, nothing! He knows everything about you! What if he’s-?”
“Worse than the russians?” Steve asks her while looking at the road. “We’ve survived demogorgons and the mindflyer, I don’t think this guy is going to be worse than all that, right?”
“It’s a different kind of dangerous!” Robin tries to explain to Steve how this is all a bad idea. “We could have gone together to Indiana if you wanted to try, but, you know! Not like this! You could get hurt for real!”
When Steve stops the car at Robin’s place, she’s really anxious. And it’s because of him, worried about him in a way that only Robin could understand. And to be honest, Steve knows she’s right.
He was once one of the guys that people like them had to fear.
“I know,” Steve says softly, taking her hand in his. “And I know I’m being stupid, once more.”
“You’re not-”
“Yes, I am, but it’s ok because I have you and Dustin to save me when I can’t,” Steve argues, and finds himself being too honest, no russian drugs needed this time. “I don’t think this guy is really dangerous, I really think so. And I don’t know exactly how it started or why, but- I’ll be fine.”
“How do you know that?!” Robin is exasperated by now. “What if he-?”
“I’ve never won a fight,” Steve says all of a sudden.
“What?”
“I’ve never won a fight, and I’ve been in several of them.” Steve shrugs this time. “Billy Hargrove? Beat the shit out of me, that was before we met. And Jonathan Byers as well.”
“Jonathan-?”
“Yeah, that was when I was… you know…” Steve makes a vague gesture with the other hand. “And I’m still here, right? Everything is gonna be alright, Robs, promise.”
-
Eddie arrives at Harrington’s place early, and waits. He’s too anxious, even if he’s been here before. He has been here selling weed for Harrington’s fake friends, long ago, and he has been here recently, alone with Steve, with the guy naked and wrapped around him, moaning and cursing at Eddie’s ministrations.
But still, Eddie is too fucking anxious and he can’t even smoke a stupid joint because once he heard Steve saying he doesn’t like the smell of cigs or weed.
Fucking Harrington and his new personality and his new friend Robin Buckley. Thankfully she hasn’t recognised him so far. When they met at Scoops Ahoy! Eddie was sure that they both were gonna end up together, Steve always gets the girl, right? And yet, here he is. Waiting for the clock to strike ten five so he doesn’t look too desperate to have Steve.
Fucking Harrington, indeed. That’s what he’s going to do. Oh, he’s going to fuck him into the mattress until the former King of Hawkins High is a mess. Eddie still has to make him cry and beg for his orgasm, but when Eddie is inside of him he barely can remember to be cruel.
It’s not easy, ok? To rearrange your forever crush’s guts at last is, to say the least, mindblowing. When Eddie is plowing him he has to control himself to, first of all, don’t end everything far too soon. And two, Eddie has to control himself to keep things… easy. Just sex. No feelings, never feelings. No matter if Steve has changed. No matter if he’s not the bully he was years ago.
Eddie has learnt to control himself to do something stupid even when Steve is looking at him with his droopy eyes almost adoringly - Eddie thinks -, his hands exploring Eddie’s body, his tattoos, playing with the piercings in his nipples, and asking him for more.
Fuck.
What else could Harrington want from him?
Eddie doesn’t know why Steve decided to be a fag with him, for him? Whatever. Eddie doesn’t why Steve is letting him to fuck him silly regularly, and he’s not going to complain, but it’s…. weird.
Strange, even. And it’s not like there aren’t stranger things happening in their sleepy town in Nowhere, Indiana… But Eddie gives zero fucks to everything as long he can still kiss Steve.
Ah, shit. The kiss was a stupid thing to do and the only time Eddie lost control, but he can’t be really angry about it. Not when Steve asked in the frenzy of their first time together for a kiss and Eddie obliged far too happily, and now Eddie can kiss Steve almost whenever he wants because Steve likes to be kissed.
Stupidly hot Steve Harrington.
At ten o’clock, Steve’s porch light turns off, and Eddie can’t help but to smile.
That’s the signal Eddie asked Steve to give him. To turn off the porch light for Eddie to know when Steve was alone and free for Eddie.
Since their fling started, only once Steve’s porch light stayed on, and Eddie saw Steve’s parents’ car parked at the front door. Steve seemed relieved when Eddie showed up at Scoops Ahoy! to reschedule, as if Steve had thought that Eddie would want to end their thing because of one night, and for some reason that made Eddie’s heart jump in his chest.
Anyway.
The light is now turned off and Eddie leaves the safety of the shadows he was waiting in, the van parked far from Harrington’s house just in case.
Eddie doesn’t indulge just in kissing Steve Harrington. In his wildest fantasies, there was this scene in movies and tv shows that Eddie always wanted to recreate. The balcony scene. Quite Shakespearean, if you ask him. The scene when the male love interest climbs to reach his - usually a young girl but Eddie can take artistic license here - loved one’s window.
Fuck. Not that he loves Steve Harrington. Huh. Nope, not at all. Shut up.
Anyway, Eddie bites his lower lip and begins to climb the neglected wooden lattice to Steve's window. There’s no ivy or plants of any kind holding onto the wooden structure; it would be nice if Mrs. Harrington had pretty flowers growing in the garden, so Eddie could cut some and surprise Steve with them…
Eddie slips and has to hold on tight, whispering a quiet fuck! into the night. Laughs it off and finally, a bit sweaty but safe, Eddie reaches out and taps several times on Steve’s window. The night lamp is on, the dim orange light bathing the room.
Steve doesn’t make him wait, as promised, and opens the window to let him in. Eddie has to hide the wide grin that is tugging at his lips when Steve’s beautiful face appears, his cheeks reddening.
“Have you ever heard about doors and how to use them?” Steve asks him, stepping away for Eddie to enter into his bedroom.
“Oh, honey, I’m the best at climbing”, Eddie lies.”Are you worried that I hurt myself?”
“I’m worried that some day I’ll have to explain about you lying on my garden, so-”
Eddie laughs. Steve looks nervous, it’s cute, prancing around his own room, so poorly decorated it hurts Eddie’s refined tastes.
“Are you scared that they think I was climbing up so we could have naughty sex?” Eddie barks out, and immediately regrets his big mouth. “I mean-”
“Is that what we’re doing tonight?” Steve asks, and there it is still. Steve the King Harrington, the boy that every girl - and Eddie - in Hawkins wanted to take to bed. His voice is low, his droopy eyes look at him through his eyelashes, and this time it’s Steve who gets closer to him. “naughty sex? Are you going to fuck me stupid? Do you want me to bite the pillow so my moans get muffled?”
“Fuck, Harrington,” Eddie groans, and his hands find the way to Steve’s waist and flushes their bodies together. Steve is already hard under his jeans, the same he was wearing earlier, and Eddie’s cock is not getting behind. “What got into you tonight?”
Steve shrugs nonchalantly, starts playing with Eddie’s hair.
“You always play with me,” he says, and there’s something raspy in his voice. It happens sometimes, and Eddie doesn’t enjoy it. He wishes he could erase that raspiness off Steve's sweet voice, but these thoughts are dangerous.
“And you… don’t like it?”
Steve shrugs again. “I don’t mind it.”
Steve says it and he sounds… sexy and upset at the same time. It doesn’t help that one hand is on Eddie’s nape, playing with his soft hair there and making him shiver, while the other hand is tracing Eddie’s lips, and fuck, Steve is rubbing himself against Eddie. It’s too much stimulation and Eddie’s brain is starting to short-circuit.
“Steve-”
Steve kisses him, swallowing down whatever words Eddie wanted to say. Eddie lets him, more than, he kisses Steve back.
They kiss and kiss while trying to get out of their clothes, and Eddie feels more on edge than any other time. Steve makes him feel drunk. He’s high just by this, fuck drugs, they can’t compete against Steve Harrington. Eddie always knew it.
“You’re gonna be the ruin of me,” Eddie growls against Steve’s neck once his stupid good boy polo shirt is off and somewhere on the floor. “And I’m more than fine with that.”
-
Something is… odd, tonight.
Robin’s words are still echoing in his mind, and that doesn’t help, but the long haired guy that Steve has been fucking for months now is, too, acting odd tonight.
It feels as if something has shifted.
Steve’s words escaped his mouth, feeling hurt about being this young man’s toy, but also wanting it. This is still so new, so intense, so fucking… exciting and yet, it feels right. But not quite? Steve is a mess and he’s now losing control because this guy is getting them naked and they’re both tripping on their way to bed.
“You’re gonna be the ruin of me, and I’m more than fine with that.”
Steve tries to not think about these words, so he kisses him again. He kind of hopes that is true. To ruin this guy for anybody else. This guy that has chocolate eyes and full lips and his pale skin is tattooed with God knows what the fuck are those things. Demons? Birds? No, bats, Steve recalls that one tattoo in his arm has bats flying. Whatever.
“Let me,” Steve says without thinking twice. “Let me ruin you.”
Eddie groans something that sounds like fuck, yes, and somehow they manage to fall into bed, their trousers still on for now.
Steve hooks up his leg with the guy’s and prays for this movement to still work on. In a swift movement, Steve turns them around on bed until he’s on top, the long haired guy’s legs open and Steve between them. It’s a beautiful sight, his dark eyes wide open in surprise, hair all over Steve’s pillow, and a grin appearing in that pretty face of his.
“Damn, King Steve, you still have it in you,” says the guy, and Steve laughs.
“Not the king anymore, though,” Steve laughs it off. “You say that a lot, but you hardly would be here with me if you had met me then, I was a jerk, you know.”
“Who are you now, then?”
“I’m no one,” Steve whispers, and dives in to kiss this guy on his bed once more. The guy lets out a whimper and his hands find Steve’s flexing biceps. Interesting reaction. “Maybe just your ruin.” He adds, for drama and because he’s still feeling that ache inside, that need to claim.
Another whimper from the long hair tattooed boy and Steve feels it again. That shift in their dynamic. His hands all over Steve’s chest, back and arms, fuck, even in his hair. Steve never let anyone touch his hair, not even in intimate moments like this one. But when he does it, Steve allows it. Like the first time that Steve went on his knees to suck this guy’s dry, his hands found his hair and tugged and pulled and caressed. Steve loved the way it felt, both to have a cock in his mouth, and this guy’s hands on his hair.
Steve keeps flexing and kissing this guy, feeling in control for the first time in… who knows how much time. He rubs their clothed cocks together keeping a rhythm, and the long hair guy lets him do as he pleases. Steve deems them edged enough to pull up and takes the guy’s jeans and boxers off down his legs, taking his own remaining clothes next. Steve takes a moment to look at this young man's barenaked body, his blood burning through his veins.
The long haired guy looks at him in awe. It’s not as if Steve hasn’t recalled this before, but tonight it feels better than ever. What is always a surprise, no matter how many times they do this, Steve is surprised by this guy’s length. Larger than himself, the first time Steve felt jealous. He never told a word about their size, or about how Steve felt better when, in a frenzy, the guy told him “your fat cock tastes so fucking good on my tongue”.
“Steve? You ok?” The guy asks, shifting, but Steve stops him with a hand on his chest.
“Can’t I admire you?”
“Fuck, ok, yes, sure, whatever you want.”
Steve makes sure his place between the guy’s legs is welcomed, and takes both their cocks in one hand, and the guy’s back arches immediately in response.
“Ah,” he says eloquently, and Steve tries not to smile so openly at his reaction. “Fuck, fuck, Steve-”
“Hm? Is this alright?”
“No, it’s not- Ugh, fuck, it feels so good,” the guy tries to push his hips against Steve’s, tries to regain control, but Steve weights more and he’s putting his whole body into this, so the guy has nothing but to accept what Steve gives him. “Steve, fuck, don’t stop.”
This… change in whatever they have is doing things to Steve’s brain chemistry. Steve always loved to give pleasure, whatever his reputation said. Truth is, Steve enjoys when the other person loses it in pleasure.
And he knows this guy was enjoying himself from the beginning, but tonight it just feels so, so fucking good. To have him mumbling incoherently, to kiss every moan and whimper. Steve almost misses being called a good boy by him.
“St- ah. Steve, please, please-”
Steve kisses him again, he’d be happy just with this, now that he thinks about it with the neuron that remains in his brain.
“Steve, I’m gonna-” the guy moans. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Steve asks innocently.
“N-no?” The guy lets out a laugh. “I need- Oh, fuck. I want to fuck you so badly, Steve. Fuck. Please, please, let me fuck you?”
Steve smiles at him and stops, allows him to breathe, and uses this moment to admire him and his tattoos.
“What are these things?” Steve asks, his fingers tracing the ink in the pale skin. It’s some kind of weird face, above it there’s a realistic spider.
Debauched and on edge, his eyes glossy and his lips red and swollen by all the kissing, the guy looks suddenly younger, vulnerable even.
“This? It’s just- It’s stupid. A demon I drew some time ago. Do you like it?”
I like you, Steve thinks, but instead he says: “I had no idea you could draw. It’s cool.”
Steve archives this new fact about this guy, aching to know more.
“I also play guitar,” he blurts out too fast that Steve looks at him and finds him with the cheeks engine red. “You know… electric guitar?... Eh, yeah, I’m in a band, so…”
“That’s hot.”
“Really?”
Steve giggles. “I taught myself to play guitar to impress girls, yeah. Yeah, it’s hot.”
“No way!” Eddie replies, his breath uneven. “I can’t believe you!”
“Which part?”
“Every part!”
It’s good to laugh, the tension built between them dissipates slowly, even if Steve’s cock twitches without the attention. He knows he has leaked all over the guy’s, and he feels as if he has claimed somehow. It’s stupid to feel…
It’s stupid to feel for someone you barely know a thing, and yet, Steve feels completely at ease.
“How it is?” He asks out of the blue.
“What?”
“You know… to be with a girl?”
“Oh, well.” Steve doubts for a second. He almost asks if for real he has never been with a girl, but instead he opts for being honest. “It’s nice. It’s not too different from this, I think? I think the important thing is that you like who you are while being with the person you want to spend time with.”
The guy remains silent, looking at Steve’s ceiling.
“You ok?”
“Yeah…” The guy smiles at Steve. “I think you’re right.”
-
Eddie doesn’t know why he asked that stupid thing. But he fucking hates Steve’s answer.
Wholesome and heartfelt? Fuck. Fuck!
This all was supposed to be fun and just sex! Steve Harrington was supposed to be a total dick, he was supposed to being just a fling! Eddie would have his fun with his stupid high school crush and then he’d be a jerk and Eddie wouldn’t want to see him again!
That was the fucking plan!
It worked? Well, almost. But Steve decided to be a gentleman besides to be hot and a good fuck! And he plays guitar too and jokes about how idiot he was?! FUCK!
And what the fuck about being this openly minded about sodomy and homosexuality and what? Suddenly Steve is bi and he doesn’t make offensive comments about girls either?
Eddie needs a fucking excuse to end this or he’s going to lose his fucking mind. He needs a grip on reality, and to never see him again before he falls in love - more - because.
Come on.
Steve Harrington? With a guy like him? Eddie would never date a guy like him. A loser. A coward. Steve doesn’t even know his name.
“Steve- I-”
“I’m sorry,” Steve interrupts him. “I’ve been acting weird all night, right? Maybe we should resume our activity? I think someone ordered naughty sex.”
Eddie shuts down before he can say something he will regret for the rest of his life, and takes this cue to grab Steve’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss.
It gets steamy again fast. They’re both on edge and naked, their bodies still flushed together in a tight embrace, it’s not as if their cocks actually got soft. Eddie resolves that if this must be the last time, he needs to get the best out of it.
He kisses Steve as he has learned how he likes to be kissed. A little bit rough, a little bit tender, Eddie loves the way Steve’s whimper when he bites his lower lip after a good, passionate kiss.
Eddie forgets about the rest when Steve suggests a sixty nine.
“Get on top, you’re slender than me, I don’t want to crush you,” Steve laughs and Eddie wants to eat him whole.
Eddie obliges happily and moans when Steve directs Eddie’s throbbing cock onto his mouth without hesitation. Fuck, Steve has learnt a lot since they’ve been together. Eddie doesn’t lose more time and licks Steve’s cock and balls, and his mind goes blank once more at the overstimulation that is having Steve Harrington hard and leaking for him, with his throat swallowing Eddie’s cock, and his hole being stretched by Eddie.
It’s a bliss to have this. Steve’s legs open without command, allowing him to stretch him even if he doesn’t really need it anymore. He’s relaxed in Eddie’s hands, and fuck, that thought tugs at Eddie’s heart. Eddie keeps licking and eating out Steve’s cock, balls and ass. Eddie lets himself get lost in the moment until Steve gags at his cock, and Eddie gets his hips up again.
Eddie had never thought about the importance of his cock’s length until he showed his own to Steve Harrington. Steve’s grimace that first time was half comical, half concerning. Eddie thought that Steve would say no to a cock, but it was just that Steve was concerned about the size after all, if it would fit without pain.
Eddie reassured him then, and he was able to find out that size and length was actually important at the time of swallowing a cock. Eddie never told Steve that it was, in fact, his first time too. Secret touches in dark rooms and alleys can hardly count, Eddie thinks.
Sometimes, Eddie still forgets that, in Steve’s words, his cock has a considerable length and that he should be careful with that.
“Sorry,” Eddie says, but Steve only acknowledges his apology by squeezing Eddie’s thighs, still trying to swallow most of Eddie’s cock.
Holy fuck. Steve really is ruining him.
They keep like this for a while, until Steve gets too restless underneath Eddie’s body. Eddie doesn’t have time to ask when Steve is manhandling him once more, and fuck, that’s hot. Steve seems more confident tonight, somehow.
“Let me ride you,” Steve says, and Eddie can only gulp at him, and nods with his head, sweaty bangs sticking to his face.
Steve is not in any better shape, but he’s so perfect like this. Where Eddie is a mess, having lost any control over his plan or over his heart, Steve looks like a Greek god. He brushes his hair off his face, his sweaty body shining in the dim light of the bedlamp. All those moles and freckles as if kissed by the Sun. Apollo, Eddie thinks, stunned.
Eddie wonders if he has ever had control over this, after all. Steve always has been his type: unattainable, utterly perfect. It’s just bad luck that Steve seems to be a better guy too.
Steve reaches out at his bedside table and grabs a condom. It’s so painfully beautiful the way Steve moves his muscles to rip the wrapper open and doesn’t doubt when he starts unrolling it down Eddie’s harder than ever cock.
It’s just so easy, Steve kisses him once more before straddling him, his muscular thighs on each side of Eddie’s lean body, it seems like they’ve been doing this forever.
“Oh, fuck, your cock,” Steve moans shamelessly, Eddie’s cock opening him, one hand in Eddie’s cock and the other on his chest. Eddie can only look at his face, his hands on his hips, not daring to even guide him, just needing to ground himself. “How can you be so stupidly big, fuck.”
“But it doesn’t hurt, right?” Eddie asks.
Steve looks at him and smiles.
“You never made it hurt,” Steve says, and Eddie’s heart breaks at the implications of those words. Or Steve is just talking about sex. Eddie can’t be sure.
Tonight is fucking hell.
Tonight is Eddie's best night ever. Almost better than the first time he buried himself into Steve.
“Steve-”
“You should tell me your name,” Steve says.
“Why?”
“So I can moan it when I come.”
-
Steve feels ruthless tonight. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment when he decided that he was done being this guy’s toy, and that he wanted everything. But fuck, he wants it.
The guy growls when Steve takes it all inside on a swift movement, something that scared him not so long ago, but the guy’s hands squeeze Steve’s hips and they both moan at the sensation.
“Fuck!”
“Wrong name,” Steve declares, and starts riding the long haired guy hard and fast.
“Steve, fuck! Not so- ah, fuck!”
“Nuh-huh, that’s my name,” Steve replies, and moves his hips.
Steve has to thank a lovely but kinda aggressive girl he barely dated. He doesn’t remember her name, but he does remember the way he felt inside her, with her hips drawing impossible figures on top of him, making Steve tremble and curse and making him lose any control. Now, Steve can recreate those movements with Eddie’s monstrous cock breaching him relentlessly.
“F-fuck! Steve! Please!”
“What?”
“I’m not gonna last!”
“Me neither,” Steve realizes and laughs at them, at himself, at the guy’s desperate face and his attempts to make Steve stop. Oh, but he’s so hot like this, vulnerable, open and desperate, his back arching, his legs trembling at Steve’s movements. “Your name? Please…”
Steve changes the rhythm, takes that cock deeper and harder, looking for that spot that makes him see stars, and his hands find the guy’s pierced nipples.
He can’t believe this guy was menacingly to him once. He’s rendered speechless, head thrown back, mumbling something mixed with moans and curses.
“Ah, ah, please, tell me how to call you, please-”
Steve stops then, his body aching and sweating, the guy’s cock pressing that sweet spot and forcing it just a little bit. Relaxes, and then does it again.
“You’re using me now?!” The guy asks, moaning and laughing, and Steve laughs with him.
“You’re so absurd,” Steve says, and presses again so that magnificent cock hits just right, and moans. Steve is putting on a show for the guy, and fuck, he knows it’s working, but it’s also making him feel hotter than ever.
“Me? Ah, ah, fuck, Steve!”
“See? You say my name non-stop, not fair!” With the last word, Steve gets up and then down. He loses the sweet spot, but it’s worth it for seeing this guy trembling at the edge.
His chocolate eyes shut closed, his mouth instead draws a perfect “O”, and Steve knows he’s close for real.
Steve gets up once more, and then down at the slowest pace possible. He’s now trying everything to push him towards the edge.
“You can trust me, you know,” Steve says, repeating the slow movements and feeling the guy’s legs kicking involuntarily. “I just want to know your name just to know more about you.”
“W-what?” The guy asks in a daze.
“You’re safe with me,” Steve promises, his voice low and deep, and his hips doing things that he never dared to imagine he could do with another man.
Steve is about to surrender, he’s also too close to his own orgasm, his whole body shivering with need and adrenaline. Steve has never felt like this before, not before this guy, and he wants to believe that is not because he’s a guy. He feels like they both could-
Try.
But if the guy doesn’t feel the same, Steve is not going to force him. He keeps moving, ignoring his inner turmoil, looking at this guy’s face distorted in pleasure. If this guy has been just this. Sex and fun and games and, yeah, experimentation on his part… Well, then so be it.
Steve starts moving faster now, his own pleasure too much to bear. A knot in his throat that doesn’t let him moan properly, tears stinging in his eyes.
Fuck him and his stupid obsession with love and being loved back.
Maybe Nancy was right that Halloween night?
Steve still can have fun, though. And he tries to ignore his own thoughts, groaning and moving non-stop on top of this guy.
The guy’s hands move over Steve’s body, caressing him far too tenderly for Steve’s dark thoughts. One hand drops and grabs Steve’s unattended cock. He hasn’t even noticed the pool of precum that has formed on the guy’s flat stomach.
The other hand reaches out to Steve’s face.
“I know-” The guy says, his eyes opening, brows frowned. Oh, he’s so close now.
“What?”
“I know,” the guy repeats. “I know that I’m safe with you.”
The guy pulls Steve down for a kiss. It’s weird and messy and his hand got trapped between their bodies, their movements get arrhythmic and-
“Ed- Edward,” the guy says, his breath on Steve’s lips. “My name’s Edward.”
Steve moans, lets himself be guided by Edward, who is now thrusting into him with determination.
“Ah, ah, fuck, Edward!”
-
Always loyal to his word, Steve screams his name when he comes. Eddie feels the hot ropes of cum on his hand and belly, and that mixed with Steve actually saying his name is what pushes him.
With a few thrusts he empties himself into Steve, and it’s always a fucking revelation. If he believed in any god, man, he could see them now. But who wants that when he can open his eyes and look at Steve Harrington, who has his forehead pressed against Eddie’s, breathing fast and exhausted.
Fuck the initial plan, then, Eddie thinks.
New one: to keep Steve Harrington and, who knows. To trust him when he says that Eddie is safe with him. He actually believes it.
Steve has so much to lose than him if this whole ordeal sees the light. Eddie has nothing, nothing to fight for, nothing to lose. And maybe that’s good, because this means that maybe they can make it happen.
Fuck, Eddie is a softie when he nuts so fucking good inside of the perfect guy ever.
“Thank you,” Steve whispers, and Eddie simply hugs him with his free hand.
“Who’s the absurd one now?” Eddie tries to joke, but his heart is clenching and jumping and dancing in his chest. Fear and hope mixed in the post-coital bliss.
“You have like… a romantic novel name,” Steve giggles, his head now on Eddie’s shoulder, placing a kiss there.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Harrington,” Eddie groans, and they both laugh again.
-
They take turns to shower. Usually they keep going under the water as well, always trying to make the most of one night.
Tonight, they let the other have time to think. Steve gets Edward some pajamas pants and a well worn shirt to sleep, something Steve wanted to do for a long time now, but Edward always left instead of staying the night. They both end up in bed once more, showered and dressed and exhausted.
Words don’t seem to be needed. Steve catches Edward opening his mouth as if to say something, only to close it again. Instead of talking, they both get closer and closer, until they’re in a loose and comfortable embrace.
Steve doesn’t remember a time that he could simply be with someone else. He can’t blame his former partners, though. He knows he is responsible.
He remembers Robin’s words once more, about Tammy Thompson, and how he dated girls he didn’t even like back then. And then remembers what he has said to Eddie earlier tonight, about dating girls or guys.
Steve looks at Edward, who is falling asleep. He definitely looks younger now, his damp bangs, the shirt one size or two bigger. Steve feels stupidly possessive now, with Edward wearing his clothes.
Edward catches his gaze and smiles at him, half asleep, his speech slurred already.
“You look so self satisfied, Harrington,” Edward says, and losing all facade he could be wearing, just accommodates himself until his head is resting on Steve’s shoulder. “I bet you think you’re so smart now.”
Steve brushes Edward’s hair off his face, indulging in every stupid romantic move he ever wanted to do.
“Oh, I am, indeed.” Steve agrees. “I finally know how to name you, and I got you to spend the night, I think I’ve won and that’s always nice, don’t you think?”
“I may have a romantic novel name, but man, you’re the one talking like one,” Edward mumbles against Steve’s skin.
“I still won.”