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"Why don't you go talk to him, dingbat?"
Steve's mouth drops open, "Dingus is so much fucking nicer then dingbat, you asshole."
"If I have to listen to you pine about the hot metal daddy that keeps coming in here one more fucking time Steve."
Steve pushes at Robin's shoulder. "I never called him that."
Robin tries to conceal a laugh. "Yeah sure, but you think really fucking loud."
Working at Baumans was nice, it really was. Steve never really saw himself working at a quaint little bookstore, but ever since their Scoops days in high school, Robin and Steve couldn't really not work together. Codependent? Maybe. Did either of them care? Absolutely not.
Things were good here. They were quiet, easy, fun.
And then he showed up.
Steve may or may not have been drooling over a guest that kept showing the hell up, every Tuesday and Thursday for the last three weeks. He was always scanning through the records, the fantasy section, Steve had seen him with a copy of The Satanic Bible once or twice-- but, Steve would absolutely not speak to him. Nope.
That was Robin's job, because anytime Steve saw the guest, his hands got all sweaty and his ability to speak coherently went to shit. (Robin has and would continue to confirm, Steve is sure of it.)
The guest was hot. Really fucking hot. He always had on chunky doc martens and ripped jeans, his long brown hair was always down and wild and Steve thought it was stunning to put it simply.
What caught Steve's eye, every time he saw him, the guest always had on a vest. But, they rotated. He had a light washed denim one, that donned 80's metal bands, it was old and worn and so hot. He also had a black one that was covered in modern metal music, punk music...Things that Steve sort of knew about? But Robin had had to explain what most of the bands were. Steve was a top 40's guy, not really by choice, but by simple routine.
He knew of a lot of the modern bands, but he didn't really know anything on the light wash vest. He had heard of the Sex Pistols, and he was going to check them out, because sex was nice and this guest was nice...so...that was the only logical option right?
Anyway, the vests intrigued him, but the one that got to him the most was the jacket. He had a jacket, that was the same color as the 80's metal vest, but it had sleeves, and spikes, and miles and miles of lord of the rings and dragons and things that Steve also knew very little about, but Dustin loved Lord of the Rings and he recognized the dice pins that he had scattered around the jacket...so maybe he kind of, sort of...almost? Had something in common with the guy.
Regardless, it didn't matter because Steve couldn't talk to him. Absolutely not. He would rather melt into the floor then make a fool of himself in front of him.
--
Steve was currently mid crisis because--
"His hair is up. Oh my god. Robin it's--he--Oh my god. I gotta go to the back and scream into the void or something I absolutely cannot--"
Robin cut him off. "You're literally so embarrassing. I have never seen you be this pathetic actually. If we still had the You Suck board I would simply be blacking out the entire side. I will go talk to him again. Stay here and try not to drool."
She clapped him on the shoulder before slipping out from behind the front desk to go greet him. Robin knew his name, but had told Steve that he would have to ask the guy for it himself, which was fucking rude. Because Steve would not be doing that as the man was far too pretty and far too out of Steve's league and just absolutely not.
He distracted himself by tidying up the cash wrap. Murray liked things neat, and Steve suddenly had all the time in the world to examine the area for dust particles.
He was busy arranging the sticky notes that they kept for quick memos in the ROYGBIV colors of the rainbow when a ringed hand covered his own.
Shit shit shit.
"Hi there!" The greeting was cheery and Steve was stuck staring at the very pretty hand covering his own. (Can hands be pretty? Was this reaction normal? Shit shit shit.) He was fairly certain he knew who this hand belonged to.
Where the hell was Robin?
Steve glanced up meeting the eyes of, none other than Hot Metal Daddy. (Blame Robin for that one, Steve had absolutely nothing to do with that.)
"Um," Steve clears his throat, glancing from very stupid hot brain eyes to stupid hot long, ringed fingers and back again. "Hi." He squeaked. Literally, when had Steve gotten this embarrassing. This was absolutely mortifying.
The man stared him down, his lips curled into a smug grin, "I was wondering if you could help me find something, precious." He sang out. His voice was low and scratchy and it was hot. Had he called Steve, precious? What?
Steve just blinked at the other guy, dumbfounded over hot voices and stupid pet names that had no right to be as hot as they were coming from those lips.
The man continued, "I was looking for the collectors editions of The Lord Of The Rings Saga? You think you would mind showing me where they're at?" The man pushed, Steve cleared his throat again, pulling his hand out from the one sat atop it.
"It's um--Robin can help you, if you want someone with a bit more fantasy book knowledge. I'm just s-sort of here...I--" Stuttering? This is a joke right?
Get your shit together Steve.
"Yeah, baby. I'm sure she could, but I didn't ask her did I? I asked you."
Steve didn't even know this guys name and he was making Steve flop like a fucking fish out of water.
He didn't even know where to look, but his gaze was simmering and Steve couldn't breathe properly. He very staunchly decided to stare at the mans collar bones, cause those were nice. His eyes drifted over to the red guitar pick the man had on a chain around his neck, it was lovely--
"Eyes on me, that's it pretty boy." The man tapped at Steve's chin and he couldn't help it when his eyes snapped up. The fucker smirked at Steve again and god dammit.
Enough.
Steve shook his head, effectively breaking eye contact and trying to shake of the nerves this guy was causing him, before walking around the cash wrap.
"Steve. My names Steve."
The other man smirked, "I already knew that baby, your friend told me a week ago."
Robin. "She...of course she did. So call me Steve then. Not all of," Steve flaps his hand in the guys general direction, "that, princess bullshit."
He hums back, smirk holding strong, "I never called you princess. Did you want me to?"
Steve feels his face heat at that, the blush covering his cheeks before he can even stop it. "It's--I...no. Just, your stupid fantasy books are over here."
Steve stomps away from the man. He's hot, but he's an arrogant, cocky asshole.
"Oh, come on Stevie, you don't need to brat out at me. I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for weeks." He calls from behind Steve. This causes him to stop in his tracks.
Hottie McAsshole was looking for an excuse to talk to him? Steve knew he was handsome, but for someone like this guy? No way.
He turns his head, slowly, "Why didn't you just talk to me then?" He asks, hand flopping across his chest defensively. Steve took this time to check the other man out, up close and personal. Who the fuck cared at this point, he already was figuring things out about Steve without even trying. The whole princess thing was buried deep inside of Steve Harrington and this fucker had pulled it out of him like he was a ripe cherry on a god damned vine.
The other guy smirked back, and Steve zeroed in on the ink running up his forearm. He recognized it. Knew what it was...sort of. He blames Dustin and the kid's endless nagging at Steve to pay attention to the symbolism of Lord Of The Rings and this guy had it looped around his stupid sexy bicep.
"Why not talk to me, instead of making up some fake excuse. I recognize the script on your arm and I've seen you in the fantasy section a million times. I think you know exactly where the collectors editions of Lord of The Rings are, Mr..." Steve cuts himself off, he still doesn't know this guys fucking name.
The man laughs, loud and brash in the tiny bookstore. Robin was nowhere in sight, that bitch. So it felt like Steve and whoever this stupid hot asshole was, were the only two here.
"Mr. Nothing. The names Eddie, and you are smarter than you look." The man-- Eddie, Steve's brain helpfully supplies-- breaks out into a grin. A toothy thing, that he still manages to keep sexy. How is one guy so fucking hot. This is ridiculous.
Eddie takes a few steps forward, closing in on Steve, Steve tried to step back, but his back ends up pressing into the bookshelf behind him. God damn tiny store.
Eddie stops directly in front of him, the smile on his face staying sharp. Calculated. Steve was going to have a heart attack actually. "I was hoping you would stop staring at me long enough to make a move, darling, but I'm realizing that maybe you need someone to take charge, No?" Eddie runs his tongue over his lip, brushing over a lip ring, that Steve hadn't noticed until he was this close and fuck.
"What are you gonna do, Eddie? Fuck me in the mystery section?" Steve snaps. At least he knows his name now. That's something. Steve can push back. He can flirt. He's got this. He cocks his head, eyes staring straight into Eddie's. The other man lets out a surprised huff.
"Ooh, kitten's got claws. I thought you might, baby. No, I don't think your boss would approve of all of that." Eddie smiled, and his teeth are so white, grin sharp. If vampires existed, Steve is pretty sure this beautiful fucker would be one. Eddie laughs again. "And then, I'd have a lot of explaining to do to my uncle and that would just--"
Steve cuts him off. "You're uncle? Murray is your uncle?" He was pretty sure Murray didn't have any family, he treated Robin and Steve like his own...in his own weird little way.
Eddie let out another loud laugh, stepping back from the close proximity he had created, when he caged Steve in. Steve found himself letting out a breath of relief. Eddie was far too close and far too hot.
"No, baby. Murray is my uncle's partner. But Uncle Wayne would kill me, if I did anything to hurt Baumans."
Steve's eyebrows shot up at that. "I didn't know Murray even had a partner. I just thought he was like a permanent bachelor or something."
"Oh no, he and Wayne have been together twenty years. They are just private. Murray does his thing, Wayne does his. They love each other though. It's quite cute if you ask me."
Twenty years? Murray had a partner that he had been with for twenty years and it was hot strangers uncle? How had Steve only started seeing Eddie recently? Why had he never met his uncle? Why were there so many questions running through his head like a never ending game of Trivial Pursuit?
Steve shook his head, trying to stop the onslaught of questions in their tracks. "Sure, yeah. That's very cute...Of course I wouldn't really every consider Murray cute. I mean he does have nice thighs though--not that I stare at Murray's thighs but I just--" His brain couldn't shut up, he apparently couldn't stop talking...Jesus Christ this was not going well for Steve Harrington.
Eddie's quick laugh, deep and loud, cut his ramblings short. "Got a thing for thighs, Stevie?" Steve watched as Eddie's eyes scanned Steve's body, before locking him in with his piercing gaze again.
The incessant chatter in Steve's head was quiet. All he could think about was deep chocolate brown.
Eddie continued, smirk plastered across his face. "I sure as hell do."
Eddie wasn't even boxing him in at this point, but Steve still couldn't fucking breathe. The asshole had pulled his lip ring between his teeth and fuck what Steve wouldn't give to be that ring--
"So listen baby doll, I want to take you out. Would you let me?"
There's that god damned blush again, Steve can feel it in his cheeks, "I--um." Steve can't help but stare dumbfounded. Princess was wild baby doll was...Jesus Christ this guy was absolutely going to kill him and Steve was going to let him.
"Yes! Please, Eddie. I would love that."
"Oh would you look at that, kitten has claws and manners. We are going to get along just fine, baby boy."
Shit.
Robin what the fuck, dude?
Steve held his breath when Eddie stepped back into his space, grabbing at his arm as he did. He stared dumbfounded as Eddie pulled a sharpie out of the stupid hot vest, and wrote his number--massively--on Steve's forearm.
Normally Steve would be annoyed, but right now he was just trying to remember how to breathe.
Eddie smiled, just a sharp as every smile Steve had seen from him this afternoon had been, "Text me your address, kitten. I'll pick you up tonight at seven." He winked, dropped Steve's arm and spun around toward the exit.
"Eddie, wait!" Steve called, cringing as he did. Eddie paused. He threw a look at Steve over his shoulder, eyebrow raised, "What about the book?"
Eddie just laughed, "Oh, baby, I've already got two copies. I just needed a reason to talk to you."
Steve gawked. Eddie winked and then he was gone. And Steve was fucked.
"Well that was fucking embarrassing for you." Robin scoffed, emerging from the back room with a large grin crossing her face.
"Robin! He--when he--he just--You left me alone!" Steve complained, "What if he was like a murderer or something?"
Robin just laughed. "Steve, that man could've pulled a knife and you probably would've whimpered about it."
Steve's mouth dropped open as he slapped her shoulder. "I don't whimper, you asshole."
Robin just smirked, "Sure, babe. We will revisit that complete lie of a statement tomorrow morning, yeah?" Robin just kept laughing as she grabbed a stack of books from the cash wrap to put away.
Sure, Eddie was fucking hot, and his stupid piercings were very intriguing and all of his dumb patched up jackets were nice to look at. Sure, the bastard looked so fucking nice with all of that sexy curly hair piled on top of his head, but Steve could handle this. He could handle him. It would be fine.
----
Steve found himself pacing around his apartment. He would like to pretend that he didn't spend too much time throwing an outfit together, but that would be a lie. After he had gotten himself showered, it was already six and Eddie was going to be picking him up in an hour.
He surveyed the clothes sprawled all around his room and winced, but he was pleased with the tight blue jean, cropped black tee combo he had come up with. Hopefully Eddie would be too.
It was still so embarrassing that Eddie had managed to get under Steve's skin as much as he had. Steve had a tendency to get flustered when anybody pretty spoke to him, but it wasn't usually that bad. Robin had been right. He was pretty damn pathetic, but Steve hadn't met anybody that could get their claws into him as deep as Eddie had.
Was Steve going to survive the night? Probably not. Was that going to stop him from diving head first into whatever the hell was going to happen tonight? Not in a million years.
He jumped when he heard a knock at his door. This was fine. Steve was chill. He ran a nervous hand through his hair. This was totally fine.
He couldn't help the small smile that broke across his face when he opened the door to Eddie leaning against the frame. His eyes ran from that ever present smirk, to the leather gloves he had on, finally landing on the helmet he had nestled under his arm.
Of course he drove a motorcycle. Shit. The thought briefly crosses Steve's mind that he hadn't really ever seen Eddie pull into the bookstore parking lot. He never even thought to consider what he drove.
"You have a motorcycle?" Steve squeaked. Eddie hadn't even said a word. Zero cool points for Steve Harrington.
Eddie laughed, "Sure do, baby. You wanna take a ride with me?"
Steve's breath hitched when he saw the glint of metal gleam through Eddie's teeth, as he smiled wide. "Oh, for the love of-- what the hell is that?"
"Oh, this?" Eddie stuck his tongue out, silver ball shining. "I had it out this morning. However, I couldn't help but notice the way you were stuck on my lip ring. Thought you might like this one too."
Steve's brain was melting through his ears, he was sure of it. "Is there--do you-- what else is pierced?" He rushed to get the question out. He had to know.
"Oh kitten." Eddie looked at him with dark shimmering eyes. "Are you asking if my cock is pierced? You think I put out on the first date baby doll?"
Steve sputtered. Hot blush taking over his face.
He sure fucking hoped Eddie did.
Eddie leaned forward, nipping at Steve's ear.
"It is, and I do."
Steve would never admit to the sound he let out at that. It was most certainly nothing close to a whimper. (It was. He knew that it was, and he was never going to tell Robin. Not ever.)
"Listen, Stevie. As much as I would love to push you inside this cute little apartment and ravage you like you deserve to be. I do want to at least take you out first." Eddie stepped back a softer smile on his face, than Steve had seen at all, today.
Points for honesty, he thinks. Though, if Eddie had just shown up to fuck him, Steve doesn't really think he would mind. If he was being honest with himself.
He spoke before he could think to stop the tumble of words, "But--later maybe?"
Eddie laughed, a loud thing. "Yes baby, later is guaranteed. Grab a jacket doll, we've got places to be."
Steve grabbed a grey windbreaker, and his keys out of his trinket bowl, before meeting Eddie back at the door. Eddie just grinned, poking his tongue out between his teeth and Steve had to bite back a groan at that stupid tongue ring.
As soon as Steve had the door locked, Eddie grabbed at his hand and Steve tried his hardest not to blush at that. (He failed.)
Eddie stops in front a, quite frankly, beautiful bike. Steve doesn't know much about motorcycles but the man he considered his father, drove one. It was nice, but it was nowhere near as sexy, as this was.
"Oh, wow." Steve breathed.
Eddie's smile beamed, "You like her, precious?"
Steve liked a lot of things he was seeing tonight.
"It's beautiful, Eds." Eds? Where the hell did that come from. Steve shook it off. "My dad would go nuts over this I think."
That gorgeous smile stayed planted on his face. "Your dad has a bike?"
"He does yeah, it's nowhere near as stunning as this one, but he let me try driving it once or twice. I wasn't half bad."
"That's wonderful sweet thing, but I'm the driver here, yes?" Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow and an upturned side smile at Steve. They weren't talking about motorcycles anymore, were they?
There was that pesky fucking blush again. Steve tumbled ahead anyway. He was fine. "Y--yeah. Yes, I--it--I don't care to drive anyway." He stammered and Eddie cooed at him--cooed--as he got something from one of the saddlebags on the side of the bike.
Eddie pulled out another helmet, dragging Steve forward, by their still entwined hands. "Cause you're a passenger princess, aren't you doll?" Eddie teased and Steve had to give up on blushing at this point. Nothing would save him from Eddie.
Steve just nodded like an idiot, because Eddie was too close to him and he had gotten a hand in his hair, and at this exact moment Steve was doing everything he could not to become a whimpering statistic on Robin's stupid fucking white board.
"Alright baby, you gotta put this on, so I can keep you safe yeah?" Eddie continued to run his hand through Steve's hair, as Steve continued to flounder.
As he blinked owlishly as Eddie, his lip jutted out. "But, my hair." He whined and Eddie laughed.
"I care more about the human attached, than I do about this glorious mane, baby doll. No complaints. You were the helmet, or you go back to your house, understood?" Eddie's words were staunch and final. The other man grabbed at the locks, tugging ever so slightly and Steve had to swallow a moan. "Answer me, kitten."
Steve swallowed, staring at piercing brown eyes and nodded, "Y-yes. I understand."
Eddie's hand dropped from Steve's hair and he found himself missing the pressure. "That's a good boy. Let me help you."
Steve let Eddie plop the helmet on his head, noticing that the other man had his hair tied back again. It was lower tonight, closer to his neck instead of piled on top of his head. He figured that with Eddie's being so long it was probably easier to ride when he had it pulled back.
"There you go precious. Eddie smiled, tapping the side of Steve's helmet with his knuckles, before grabbing his own again. Steve just watched as Eddie go everything situated, wondering how he was lucky enough to find himself in whatever the hell this situation was.
Eddie got himself situated, turning around to pat the space behind him, "C'mon kitten, get those gorgeous arms around me, so we can get out of here."
You didn't have to ask Steve twice. He slung a leg over the seat, finding his balance before wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie pulled his arms closer, making the hold Steve had tighter and Steve just breathed through it. He was fine.
"Better hold on tight, spider monkey." Eddie spoke, as the bike sputtered to life.
Steve simply couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped his throat. "Did you just fucking quote Twilight?"
He reveled in Eddie's responsive laughter. Eddie's hand brushing over Steve's that were clasped on the other man's waist. "Did you actually get that reference?" Eddie squeezed at his hands once more before gripping at the handles and backing out of the parking space.
----
Steve had most certainly been on a motorbike once or twice, but it was different when he was with someone this fascinating. He held tight to Eddie's waist and watched as buildings zipped by them. It occurred to Steve that he didn't even know where they were headed, but he was happy as a clam.
Steve had more or less zoned out with his head happily resting on Eddie's shoulder, so he was surprised when they stopped.
Eddie tapped at Steve's clasped hands, and Steve sat up reluctantly, dropping his hands from the other man's waist. He sure as hell didn't want to, but alas, had to get his head off the hot mans shoulder...for now.
Steve pulled the helmet off his head, shaking his hair out and watched as Eddie did the same. He pulled his hair from its low bun, damn, he really could pull of anything, Steve thinks.
He looked away just as quick, to familiarize himself with his surroundings. They were at a bar. The Crow's Tavern, the sign read. It was pretty neat actually. All wood and deep browns and blacks. It looked out of place in the city, like a spooky little fairytale of a place, but Steve liked it. It reminded him of fantasies and fairy tales Dustin was always going of about. It was quite fascinating.
"You trying to get me drunk Eddie?" Steve asked turning back to him with a smirk of his own. See? He could do this.
Eddie smiled wide, and it was a gorgeous thing. "Oh no, baby. You and I each get one beer. A big one, but one. I've got better plans for your pretty little mouth, tonight."
Steve felt his own smirk drop. Damn, he was good.
Eddie hopped off the bike reaching his hand out toward Steve, "I brought you here for the ambiance, and their fucking fries. They are délicieux."
Steve grabbed Eddie's hand, staring at him with big eyes, "I'm sorry, do you speak French?"
Steve could have sworn Eddie nearly blushed at that. His responding smile was small. He was noticing that Eddie had no problem being brash and loud at Steve, probably towards others as well. But he was more reserved when talking about himself.
"Yeah, I do. I studied in France for quite a while, for my job. Sometimes I just--" He paused grabbing the door with his free hand, "--slip into it."
Well that was fucking hot.
Eddie waltzed into the quaint little bar like he owned the place. The bartender lit up when she saw him. He waved at her before taking Steve out to the patio.
"Alright, precious, why don't you get comfortable and I'll get us those fries and a couple drinks. They have an insane cream ale that I think you would like, does that sound okay?"
Steve nodded, his cheeks heating as he did. Steve loved craft beer. Robin always made fun of him for it, but Eddie seemed to read him like one of Murray's stupid books.
----
Eddie came back a few minutes later, Steve's beer in one hand hand and what looked like a Irish red of some sort in the other. "Irish?" Steve asked, nodding toward the beer that Eddie had kept for himself.
Eddie cocked an eyebrow, smile spreading across his features. "Yeah, it's my favorite. You like beer, Stevie?"
"Love it, actually. Except for IPAs, don't ever ask me to try one, I will simply perish." Steve rambled without thinking and Eddie laughed.
"Dramatic about a little pale ale, huh?" He questioned, smiling as he sipped at his glass. "It's the hops isn't it? I can't stand them either."
"Exactly!" Steve exclaimed, grabbing at his own beer and taking a sip. It was delicious. It tasted like orange and vanilla and was of course Eddie was right. Steve liked it, loved it even. He told Eddie as much before asking a question that had been prickling in the back of his mind.
"You said you studied in France? What for?" Steve cocked his head.
Eddie smiled, that cute small smile again. "It's uh--I cook. I'm pretty damn good actually. That's why I came back here, got a place nearby the restaurant. It's nice to be close by and now I'm closer to my uncle so--" Eddie waved his hand, "but uh yeah. I'm a chef."
Steve perked up at that. "Are you like a line cook?" He asked, he didn't know a damn thing about cooking, but he was positive Eddie looked hot as fuck doing it.
Eddie laughed again, louder this time. "Uh--sure. We can go with that."
"That's not right, is it?" Steve asked.
"No, babydoll, 'fraid not. It's um--it's mine. The restaurant. Well, it's Wayne and I's but, I told you I was in France for quite some time. Trying to hone my craft, and all that."
Steve stared, eyes wide. That's hot. That's so hot.
Eddie stared back, eyebrows disappearing under his bangs. Fuck, he said that out loud didn't he. God, that was going to get him in trouble one of these days.
Eddie just smirked at him, and it made Steve's stomach flip. "God, here I am trying to wine and dine you, and you just wanna get fucked so bad, don't you doll?"
Well, this conversation was taking one hell of a turn wasn't it. Well, when in Rome--
"And what would that, entail?" Steve squeaked out, eyes wide.
"Y'know, making pretty boys cry, beg for it. I like to make you feel all desperate--floaty." Eddie explained and Steve was into that. He had no idea how the hell they ended up here, but he was into whatever the fuck this was--
"Eddie!" The bartender from earlier piped up, as she pushed through the patio doors. She was tiny, blonde, she was stunning honestly. She skipped right up to the table with some wicked looking fries in hand. They were slathered in sauces, and jalapeños, bacon, cheese. God they looked crazy. Steve would be super interested if he wasn't so distracted by he and Eddie's much more tantalizing conversation.
Eddie snapped. It was just once, but Steve's looked away from the food to meet Eddie's eye quickly. Eddie smirked at that, probably at how quick Steve had responded, oh well.
"Later, baby." Eddie said under his breath and winked, before turning to the girl, "Chris, this is Stevie. Stevie, this is my best friend Chrissy." Chrissy smiled, waving at Steve and giving a quick greeting before skipping back off into the bar.
"She's like a little fairy isn't she?" Steve asked. He thinks Robin would love her.
Eddie's smile was fond. Steve thought it was cute how his eyes scrunched in the corners when he was happy. "She really is. This is where I worked, before I went to France. These bad boys are min creation actually." Eddie waved over the wild plate of fries. "Eat. Then we will pick up our previous conversation, yes?"
Eddie was asking, but something told Steve that he wasn't, not really. He just squeaked out an affirmative before digging in. Eddie ate a few, here and there, but he mostly just sipped at his beer, watched Steve devour these stupid delicious fries, with his stupid cute scrunched up eyes.
Sooner than Steve expected the fries were gone, their beers had been depleted and Eddie had told Steve little about how he liked to make pretty boys cry. Steve would like to say that he held his composure fairly well, but he nearly blacked out when Eddie had said something about the leather belt he had, holding up his stupid tight jeans.
"You what?" Steve breathed out. Honestly, it was mostly another whimper and Robin could never know.
"What baby? You've never taken a lashing before? With that ass? Unacceptable." Eddie gathered up their glasses and trash, motioning at Steve to follow, with a nod of his head toward the door. Who was Steve, to do anything other than comply?
Eddie waited as Steve walked in front of him before grabbing at Steve's waist, "If you're real good, I'll use my belt to make sure you keep my fat cock in that gorgeous little mouth hmm? Make you take it." His voice was low, almost at a purr and Steve was going to die tonight, he was pretty sure.
He stood there in shock, staring after Eddie, who abruptly stopped at the door, "You comin' baby doll? We've got places to be."
Everything was a blur after that. Eddie had wrapped his arm around Steve's waist, said good bye to Chrissy with a mischievous glint to his eye and Chrissy just waved them off with a laugh and a "Don't do anything, I would do!"
Steve could get used to riding around on the back of Eddie's motorcycle. He appreciated the breeze, and also the guaranteed proximity. He had cuddled up against Eddie's back with absolutely zero complaints. Eddie had simply pulled his arms around his waist tighter before driving away from The Crow, Steve couldn't help but hope that Eddie would bring him back one day.
Eddie pulled up to Steve's apartment complex, and Steve felt his stomach tighten. Was he actually going to come inside? Did Steve make it clear enough that he wanted Eddie to come inside? Was Eddie actually interested in Steve at all? What if--
Steve had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that Eddie was removing his helmet for him.
"There's my pretty boy. You alright, baby?" Eddie asked and Steve blushed something fierce. My. He could get used to that.
"I--um, yeah. I'm fine, I just--you're coming inside right?"
Eddie huffed out a laugh, "Yeah, doll, I was planning on it. If that's okay with you?" His voice softened, near the end. His eyes were soft, kind. He was giving Steve an out, if he wanted one. He didn't.
"Y--yes, please, Yes. Come inside Eds?" Steve asked, trying to quell his nerves. He had been doing so well! Go away nerves. Go away.
"Oh, absolutely." Eddie pulls Steve off the bike, tucking the borrowed helmet into a saddle bag before gesturing toward Steve's house, "Lead the way kitten."
They are barely in the door, Eddie tossing his helmet on the entry way table before pulling Steve into his chest. Eddie barely has a couple inches on him, but it's enough to have Steve looking up into his eyes.
"Hi." Steve breathes.
Eddie, chuckles, quietly, before running his hand through Steve's hair, "Hi, precious. I don't want to assume here...It's okay if I kiss you, yes?" Eddie asks, keeping eye contact and Steve nods.
"Please." He breathes, begs...who cares.
It's all the permission Eddie needs before leaning in, the hand in Steve's hair tightening into a hold as he brings their lips together. It's soft at first. Eddie's lips ghosting over his own. Steve is the one to push, mold their lips together how he wants them to be. Needs them to be. He needs that damn tongue piercing in his mouth, yesterday. Eddie pushes back, the metal ball of his piercing slipping into Steve's mouth and the softness is gone.
Eddie nips at Steve's bottom lip and Steve whimpers again. He's accepted it at this point. Eddie makes him whimper, like a bitch in heat. Fine.
"Fuck. You are something else, kitten." Eddie huffs before licking into his mouth again. Steve melts into it, let's Eddie lick and bite and suck.
"Room, baby, where's your room?" Steve's breaks the kiss briefly, to point to the door at the end of the hall, before grabbing at Eddie's hair to pull him into a kiss again.
Eddie laughs into the kiss before pulling away. He grabs Steve by his thighs and pulls him up to his chest. Steve yelps. He's been with quite a few people, but no one has ever picked him up like this. He was exactly a small guy, but Eddie made it look easy.
"Holy shit! Holy shit, you're so fucking hot. Oh my god." Steve can't help the praises slipping out his lips, but in an effort to shut himself up, he leans forward to kiss and nip at Eddie's neck. Eddie lets him, as he carries him down the hall.
Eddie pushes the door open with his boot, keeping a strong arm wrapped around Steve as he fumbles for a light. Steve's pulls back from his attack on Eddie's neck to look into those stupid gorgeous brown eyes, "Hi."
Eddie laughs at the greeting again, "Hi, precious." Eddie kisses him, a quick press of lips, before walking them over to Steve's bed. He's soft and slow as he unwraps Steve's legs from his waist, placing him gently on the edge of the bed, and Steve is obsessed with the man, actually.
"Can I take this off, baby doll?" Eddie asks, brushing his hand along the hem of Steve's cropped black tee. "I've been dying to, since I saw you in the damn thing."
Steve nods, dazed. Eddie is quick, rips the damn shirt off of him, like it was offensive. Eddie groans, "God, look at you." Eddie leans forward, hands running up Steve's sides, and Steve shivers, as Eddie licks at Steve's neck, the ball of his piercing dragging up his throat.
Steve whimpers, and it's only, made louder, when Eddie nips at his ear, before biting at the skin underneath it. Steve lets Eddie push him back into the bed, and keens, when Eddie licks over the bite mark he left in his skin.
"Fuck, Eddie, you feel so good." Steve moans, and Eddie just nips at him again, moving away from his neck as he runs his hands down Steve's chest to his jeans. He raises an eyebrow as he runs a hand over the button of Steve's pants, but not before ghosting his hand over the very prominent bulge that Steve couldn't even bother to be embarrassed about.
Steve bit his tongue, trying not to whimper himself to death, but nodded. Eddie was quick in removing his jeans, he pulled his briefs down with them and suddenly Steve was naked and Eddie was leaning over him, fully clothed, and it was so hot, Steve was surprised he didn't come on the spot.
Eddie ran a finger up the length of his dick, and Steve couldn't stop the moan at that. He leaned down to press a kiss to Steve's lips, then licked over his cheek in a way that should be gross, but all Steve could feel was metal and Eddie Eddie Eddie.
"Tell me what you need baby." Eddie cooed, at him and Steve was so overloaded with sensation, Eddie was running his finger up his length again, and his hot breath was in Steve's ear. Steve could feel the spit drying on his cheek.
He couldn't really be blamed for what he said...could he?
"Use your belt--please?" Steve knew it was crazy, what he was asking for, but something told him Eddie, would get it. If Eddie wasn't okay with it, that would be fine, but Steve thought he would actually die, if he didn't feel the bite of that leather around his throat, on his ass, wherever Eddie wanted him to feel it.
Eddie's eyes went wide, "Baby, you know, I would love nothing more...but that's a lot. Maybe next time?" Eddie asked and Steve rolled his eyes. He didn't mean to, but the way that the look in Eddie's eyes shifted from surprised to angry with that little mindless action was very hot. So maybe, he would keep it up.
Apparently, according to Eddie, there would be a next time, so that was promising, but Steve wanted the belt, today.
"Eddie," Steve whined, "please. I know I've--I know I've been shy with you. But it's because it's you." Steve explained, planting a kiss to his lips before leaning back to gesture at all of Eddie's--everything.
"I mean, look at you. You're perfect, and I need you to fuck me how you want to. It is taking a lot of courage right now, but I am begging.
I know my colors. Red, stop. Yellow, slow down. Green, good to fucking go. I'm green, I'm neon fucking green Eds. I know the tapping. Three, green. Two, yellow. One, red. My safe word is windex. I actually do have experience in this, even though I know I've been a bit of a mess and I need--"
Till now, Eddie had been watching Steve jabber and he had kept a ghost of a smile on his lips, but now he was laughing. "Kitten, your safe word is windex?"
Before Steve could respond, Eddie grabbed at the back of his neck, to pull him into a sloppy kiss. Steve couldn't stop the whimper that left his throat. Eddie pulled back to plant a quick kiss at the apple of his cheek. "I'll think about it, but you need to show me that you can be good for me baby doll. Can you do that for me?"
Despite the flock of butterflies in his stomach, Steve was quick to respond, "Yeah, yes. I can be good for you, Eddie."
Eddie smirked at that pushing Steve off of him. "Perfect, kitten." Steve watched as Eddie ripped of his shirt, throwing it into the void of Steve's room, before reaching down to grab the belt out of the loops of his jeans. Sitting happily at the edge of the bed. Eddie grabbed a pillow off of Steve's bed and made his way over to the wall,
dropping the pillow at his feet. Steve kept his eyes on the belt, as Eddie wrapped it around the knuckles of his left hand. He was so busy staring at the leather he barely noticed Eddie shuck his jeans and underwear off to toss them somewhere else.
"C'mere baby. On your knees, for me." Eddie ordered, and who was Steve not to obey?
He scrambled off the bed, almost tripping over himself to get to Eddie. He had no problem dropping to his knees, pleasantly surprised by the pillows comfort.
"God, you're so fucking good, aren't you precious?" Eddie cooed, running a hand through Steve's hair, before grabbing at the back to pull him up to meet Eddie's eyes. They were dark and gorgeous and Steve was so lucky.
"Answer me, baby." Eddie demanded.
Steve racked his brain. Answer him for what? What had Eddie even said? So good for me. "Mmhm, so good for you Eds."
"I lucked out with you, didn't I sweet thing." The grip on Steve's hair loosened and Steve let his head drop, eyes zeroing in on--fuck--Eddie's cock was gorgeous. He was huge, and Steve was one lucky bastard wasn't he?
He made no effort to stop himself from licking his lips as he stared. Eddie was thick and long, longer than Steve was, which was saying something. What had Steve absolutely drooling, though, was the ring that was looped through the head of his dick.
It was like a fucking gift.
Steve would be happy if he was never fucked by anyone else, ever again after tonight.
"If I have my way, precious, you won't be."
Steve snapped out of his cock-induced trance. Eyes glancing up to meet Eddie's quickly before looking away, "Did I fucking say that out loud?"
"You tend to do that don't you, mon ange? Are you like that with everyone or are you just like this for me?"
Ah, shit. Not the French. Steve couldn't handle all of this and Eddie calling him pet names in another very sexy language.
"Apparently, just for you." He breathed, gaze zeroing in on the silver ring on Eddie's cock, glinting with pre.
"Go on baby, kiss it. You need to, don't you précieux." Eddie taunted and it made Steve's cock twitch. He did need to.
He leaned forward, licking at the head of Eddie's cock, spending extra time on that sexy fucking piercing. The metal, the pre, Eddie. It was all so hot. Eddie let a moan slip from above Steve, his hand found it's way into Steve's hair and tugged, that was enough to encourage him.
Steve leans forward, swallowing Eddie down, reaching both his arms up to run down Eddie chest as he does. He feels Eddie's hand tighten in his hair to keep him down, before tugging Steve back, so he can breathe. He can only breathe for a moment before Eddie is pushing him back down on his cock.
"I need you to tap out baby doll--" Eddie growled out in a shallow breath, as he pushed himself deeper into Steve's wanting mouth, "--show me that you can."
Show me that you will. Steve knew what Eddie needed to see, even though he was in heaven right now--feeling Eddie's thick cock, pulse over his tongue. Steve let out a moan, lips happily wrapped around Eddie, before he slapped once at Eddie's thigh.
Eddie, pulled back and Steve whined, with the loss of Eddie's perfect dick in his mouth, but he leaned back on his knees and looked up at him, batting his eyelashes.
"See? Can be good for you, Eds." His eyes were wet with unshed tears, and his mouth was covered in his own spit and Eddie's pre, but he smiled anyway, sticking his tongue out as he did.
Eddie grabbed at his chin, pulling down slightly to keep his mouth open, and Steve shivered. Eddie leaned down, and spit in Steve's mouth. Steve moaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull, before Eddie pushed his mouth shut. "Swallow for me, mon chaton."
Steve was quick to behave, quick to do as Eddie had asked him. Swallowing everything Eddie had given, keeping his eyes locked with Eddie's as he did.
"You are so fucking good for me, baby doll. Si bon pour moi."
Steve could've sworn his heart fluttered. The French was going to kill him. He was pretty sure, but he didn't want it any other way. He couldn't help it, when his eyes drifted to Eddie's left hand. His knuckles where against the wall, fist still holding that damn belt.
"What, kitten? You think you've earned it? Hmm?"
Steve watched as Eddie unwrapped the belt from his hand. He looped it in half, and Steve was transfixed.
"Hands on my thighs, doll." Eddie demanded. Steve was quick to comply. He looked up at Eddie with his eyes wide. "Good boy." He praised, and Steve could not be held responsible for the noise he made, when Eddie placed the belt against the back of his neck. He wasn't pushing, it was just resting there. Steve felt his cock twitch.
"Here's how it's going to go princesse, you will keep your hands there, and you will tap out once if you need to. I will color check, and if you even stutter with three, I will stop. Understood?" Eddie may as well have been growling, with how low his voice was and Steve wanted to drown in him.
"Yes, I understand." Steve breathed out before leaning forward to lick a stripe up Eddie's length, stopping at the head to mouth at the ring there. He felt the leather on the back of his neck and he was ready for this. He could handle it. He knew he could.
He took Eddie down his throat again, hollowing his cheeks as he did. Eddie color checked from above him and Steve tapped out his three, and then the belt at his neck pushed. Forced him to stay down and it was delicious.
Eddie pulled back, and Steve pulled off, to catch a quick breath, before Eddie pushed him forward again. It was sloppy and terrifying in the hottest way. Steve loved the control that Eddie had, but knew he was safe. Knew Eddie would take care of him. Steve hummed as Eddie pulled the belt tighter. Holding him down.
"God, you look so pretty choking on my cock, precious." Eddie kept up his ministrations, pulling off so Steve could catch his breath, and pulling him back when he was expecting it. Steve was pretty sure he was crying but he didn't fucking care.
Steve was consumed by Eddie, he felt the bite of the belt behind him. He was dizzy and floaty and it felt so good. Somewhere in the haze Eddie color checked him. Steve was in the clouds, but he was present enough to tap out a green on Eddie's thigh.
Through the haze, Steve was vaguely aware of Eddie dishing out his praises, some in English, some in French. He lost his mind when Eddie just switched fully over. Beautiful biting praise falling from his mouth, in a tongue that Steve didn't understand but he loved it.
Steve hadn't even been thinking about himself. His aching cock, weeping on his stomach, but Eddie said groaned out from above him--"God, so fucking beautiful mon cheri."--before letting Steve up off his cock and that was apparently enough for Steve. He cried out as he came, untouched, his hands still dutifully planted on Eddie's thighs.
"Are those tears for me baby doll? Tu es si jolie pour moi." Steve couldn't help the giddy laugh that bubbled up as he leaned forward to place a kiss to Eddie's stomach. He was still hard.
"Are you laughing at me, kitten?" Eddie asked, he wasn't mad though. Steve could practically hear the grin. Eddie ran his finger through Steve's hair and Steve sighed kissing at his stomach again.
"No, I'm not. But I think the French is going to kill me, actually."
Eddie tutted at him, pulling on his shoulder to help him up. "Well, we can't have that can we, joli."
Steve giggled. This was seriously going to kill him.
"I don't even know what you're saying." Steve pouted, jutting his bottom lip out and Eddie leaned forward to nip at it.
"Put that lip away precious, It means I think you're pretty, magnifique, superbe." Eddie kissed him again, before pulling back, running his knuckles over Steve's cheek, "Especially when you came for me like that."
Steve bit back a moan as Eddie's other hand ghosted over his cock, half hard and sensitive.
"You okay to keep going?" Eddie asked and Steve nodded quick, needy.
"Want it." Steve whined. He should be embarrassed. He should be, but Eddie was so fucking hot, he simply didn't care.
Eddie looked at him, lips curling upward, "Oh do you? Want my cock inside your pretty little hole, kitten?"
Steve shook his head, "Don't want it. Need it. Need you to fuck me. Need to feel it. Please Eddie."
Eddie looked at him, nothing but adoration in his eyes. Steve knew this, because he knew the look was reflected in his own. "Please, Eddie. I need you cock and I need that ring inside, of me. Please Ed--Please sir, please."
It felt right, to call Eddie that, and given Eddie's reaction, Steve was correct to do it.
Eddie downright growled. Leaning forward to nip at Steve's lower lip. "Careful, with that one, princess. Don't be throwing that around unless you plan on keeping me around, understood?" Eddie pushed him toward the bed and Steve went, crawling back to his head board.
"Yes, sir. I understand." Steve muttered, watching Eddie as he crawled up on the bed, thighs caging Steve in. Steve nearly screamed when Eddie ran his pierced tongue over one of his nipples.
"You're a sensitive thing, aren't you, baby?" He growled and Steve just moaned, couldn't respond anymore.
Steve pointed Eddie to a side table that had lube, and he was absolutely outside of his body while Eddie fingered him open, whispering filthy French in his ear. Steve had no idea what Eddie was saying but he didn't care. Eddie had three fingers inside of him and he was saying dirty fucking things. Steve knew that much.
"Oh fuck, Ed--sir. Fuck!" Steve stuttered as Eddie hit that spot inside him, that had him seeing stars. "Fuck, I need you. Need your cock inside me. Please."
Eddie smiled against Steve's neck. "Sure, pretty baby. Condom?"
"Fuck me raw, I need to feel it. Please sir, please." Steve begged. He didn't think he ever needed anything more, if he was being honest with himself. "Please, please. I'm clean, I have the papers in the kitchen. I swear to god, I'll get them right now."
Eddie laughed, "So eager. You don't need your papers baby. When did you last get tested?"
Steve tried his best to think. He really did. "A month ago? I haven't seen anyone since. And you?"
Eddie kissed Steve, tongue dipping into his mouth fast, before pulling back. "I got tested before I moved here. I've kinda had my eye on someone since I did, so--clean as a whistle, baby doll."
Steve's filter was well and truly gone, "When you say, someone...you mean me right? I'm someone?"
"Yes, baby. You're someone." Eddie licked into Steve's mouth again, dragging his hand down Steve's stomach to grasp at his cock. He jacked him off a few times, before letting him go, and Steve was devastated until Eddie pushed one of his legs up. He ran a fist over his own hard, beauitful, cock before looking up to meet Steve's eyes.
"Tu vas me lassier te baiser? You gonna let me fuck you, mon chaton?"
"God, yes. Please." Steve breathed.
Eddie pushed the tip inside and Steve mewled. Eddie licked at his cheek, and it just made Steve more vocal. A litany of--please, need it, need you--falling from his lips. He felt the metal of the piercing inside of him and it was so hot, it was divine.
"God, Stevie, your so fucking tight. Holy shit." Eddie moaned as he pushed in to the hilt and Steve felt so full. Eddie reached down to stroke at Steve's cock. "I'm gonna be real fucking honest, mon cheri, I'm not gonna last very long. You think you can come for me again baby?"
Steve just moaned and nodded as Eddie kissed at his cheeks, his forehead, placed a quick kiss at the tip of his nose.
Steve keened as Eddie drove in and out of him. He could feel everything. Eddie pushed up, changed the angle and Steve was seeing stars again.
"Fuck! Eds, right there. Holy shit." Eddie kept pushing into him, and Steve could feel the coil in his stomach tighten. "I'm gonna, fuck, I'm gonna come, Eds." Eddie sped up his hand that was fisting at Steve's cock, matched it with his thrusts.
"Fuck, pretty baby. Jouis pour moi." Eddie whispered at his ear, and Steve could feel the hot spurts of come, painting Eddie's hand and his stomach. Eddie groaned, biting down at Steve's shoulder as he followed shortly after.
Eddie held him through the aftershocks, whispering what Steve figured were French sweet nothings, but frankly he could be telling Steve the McDonalds menu and Steve would think it was the hottest thing in the world.
At some point Eddie pulls out, pads away to Steve's bathroom, and returns with a cloth. He gently wipes at Steve's stomach, his ass, his thighs and Steve may as well be purring.
"You'll stay, right?" Steve asks.
Eddie nods, "Of course I will mon chaton." He places a quick kiss to Steve's temple and Steve smiles up at him as Eddie crawls into bed, scooping Steve up In his arms and pulling him to his chest.
"What does that one mean?" Steve asks as his eyes are drifting shut.
Eddie hums, one arm around Steve's center, the other threading through his hair. "It means kitten. My kitten."
Steve smiles, lacing their fingers together. "I like the sound of that."
"Moi aussi, mon cher."
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