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July 3rd, 2012.
That was the day that Eddie Munson fundamentally changed Steve Harrington’s entire life.
It wasn’t even a small shift. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could sleep off or ignore. Nor the type of thing that you could pretend did not exist. Steve had been pretty decided on his sexuality before then, sure. But he had wanted to make it certain. He had wanted to really test himself, see if maybe Robin was right. She was the first one to being up the concept to him, whether she realized it or not. They had sort of discussed it, talked about bisexuality and apps like Grindr. Steve wasn’t even confused anymore, just…
What if he was wrong? Right?
What if he was making a guess that he couldn’t back up? Steve had seen enough porn. He was pretty sure that he wasn’t wrong. He- he knew he liked the look of men. He liked looking at cock, despite the fact that he turned bright red every time he got ready to watch a video. It was somehow deeply embarrassing, looking at other men in the same way he usually looked at women. Steve just wasn’t used to it, wanting instantly to shy away and act like he wasn’t into it.
But he definitely was.
Would he be into it in real life?
Steve knew a place. Some guys would talk about it online, discussing the best days to go. The only problem was that it was too far out of town, so. Steve didn’t know if he was brave enough to leave. He should be, yeah? It wasn’t even that scary. He could just go, scope it out. See if he could…find anything interesting.
The problem was-
What did one wear to cruise?
—
Steve needed to go incognito. That meant- well, that didn’t mean much to Steve at all. He wasn’t good at flying under the radar. People usually noticed him whether he liked it or not. He wasn’t exactly ashamed, he just….wasn’t ready to come out. Not yet. He had so much more exploration to do, or what the fuck ever Robin liked to call it.
He pulled on a polo shirt that he hadn’t worn in years, frowning at how tightly it fit his chest and biceps. Were dudes into that? Steve could see the appeal. He did like muscles.
His jeans weren’t nearly as tight. Mostly because…Steve kind of had that on lock. Robin had frowned at his tight jeans one too many times.
Steve felt awful for not telling her what he was up to. He knew he would confess soon. But. She would want to go and stay in his car for moral support. That just- no. Absolutely not. She would start giving him facts about knifings or- or worse shit on his way there. That was the last thing Steve needed to deal with right now.
He was going to dive in head first or not at all. That was the only way to do this.
Steve tried to hype himself up as he drove, turning his music on and off. Again and again, as if he might drive away any lingering fear that still had its tight grip on him.
No. He was going to do this.
It was hot out, hot enough that even his nice car (the only good thing his parents had given him) was slowly becoming a sauna unless he blasted the AC right at his face.
Steve’s upper half was the only cold part of him as he finally parked, glancing around at the near empty parking lot. There wasn’t much going on here. This park was…sort of abandoned? It had an old swing set, some jungle gym bars. Nothing too crazy. There seemed to be a large walking track off to the side, one that petered off into the woods.
And then there was a bathroom.
The kind that, you know. Sat alone in a building that seemed to reflect what success the city had thought this place would have. It was bigger than it should be, Steve realized as he got out of his car. He floundered for a good few seconds, feeling abundantly awkward as he locked his car up and just….stood there like an idiot.
Okay. He could- he could go into the woods.
Maybe? Would there be anyone in there? He didn’t see anyone around, but there wasn’t cars, so.
Plenty of them.
Steve skimmed right past them, not quite in the mood to try to identify anyone from town. If he got caught, he got caught.
He really hoped he didn’t get caught.
Steve basically skipped his way to the bathroom, trying to move as quickly as possible while also trying to appear as casual as possible. He was sure he came across as more of a rat scuttling through the grass. Steve made his way inside, head spinning as he tried to look around the room and assess-
There was someone in here.
Steve froze near the doorway, his heart firmly lodged in his throat. There was actually- Steve could hear them. Texting, maybe? Steve could hear tapping, the rhythmic noise of fingers on a screen. He shouldn’t- he shouldn’t interrupt whoever it was, right? What if they were literally just using the bathroom? Steve stepped further inside and noticed that the handicap stall was closed and the person was definitely not using the bathroom.
Steve could see boots.
Leaned against the wall, one propped over the other. Casual.
What if….?
People had talked about it online, but surely they were joking. Steve knew guys did stuff here, he knew that. But- but he wasn’t sure-
Fuck it.
He had to find out.
He crept closer, his stupid sneakers squeaking on the tiles as he approached the stall next to whoever this was.
The guy seemed to notice Steve’s presence, straightening up in the next second. He shuffled his boots around, clearing his throat abruptly.
Steve opened the door and went inside.
“You uh, tryna’ buy?”
What?
Steve frowned, looking around the stall he had entered. He was pretty sure- he recognized that voice. Or he thought he did. But- but no, it couldn’t be. Steve pitched his voice down to try and make it sound less like him.
“Buy what?” The less words the better.
This stall was dingy enough, though the floors didn’t look too bad. Just like maybe they needed to be mopped. And there was a-
Steve was trying very hard to not look at it.
The hole in the wall, scribbled with lewd messages and arrows all around it. He felt his face flush in embarrassment. God, nothing involving girls had ever made Steve feel like this. Hot all over and intimidated.
“Drugs?” The person asked somewhat sarcastically, as if this should have been obvious to Steve. It wasn’t, not even a little bit. “Did you come to buy drugs?”
The voice, smoking with a southern lilt. The boots, chains jingling on a pair of jeans.
Fuck.
Steve knew who this was.
He kind of wanted to die now.
But- okay, Steve was clearly here for a different reason. And- and this person (Steve, you know who it is) was not here for that same reason.
He was here to sell drugs.
“I thought, um. No, I’m not here for that.”
There was a moment of silence that stretched on for far too long. Steve should just leave. Run out, sequester himself back into his car and drive home in shame.
“What are you here for then?”
Uh oh. He sounded….intrigued.
Like he knew why Steve was here.
And now Steve had to actually respond, didn’t he? Despite how he felt like he might die of heat stroke at any second. He had to respond.
“You know.” Steve said it begrudgingly, not wanting to- well, to embarrass himself even further. He’d never had trouble voicing his wants or desires before. What the fuck was even happing to him?
“No, I don’t.” He sounded amused, like he was smiling maybe. Steve knew exactly what that mischievous smile looked like. Steve had seen it too many times in passing, especially when he dropped the kids off for game night. Jesus Christ, did he realize Steve was on the other side of this stall? “Tell me why you’re here or I’ll leave.”
“No!” Steve’s chest shook as he grew worried. That was the last thing he wanted. “I wanted to- I thought I could try, uh-“
“Why don’t you just show me instead?”
Fucking hell.
Steve knew what he meant. Without even saying it. He eyed that hole in the wall and bit his lip in thought. It wasn’t safe. He knew it wasn’t. He’d known that before he had even driven here.
But.
Steve knew Eddie Munson.
A little too well, despite how often Eddie tried to avoid Steve. Or…it just seemed like he avoided Steve, that was all. Like he didn’t want to be seen around him.
A former jock.
“I don’t have all day.”
The way he talked to Steve was so-
Different. Eddie was so nice to the kids, so welcoming. He was even polite to Steve in passing. This was almost rude.
Steve didn’t think about it anymore.
He dropped to his knees, trying to lessen the impact as he went down. His lungs went tight as he looked through the hole, taking in the sight of Eddie’s jeans. Just the front of them as he stood a couple of feet away. He rested one hand at his waistline, like he was getting ready to-
“Did you come here to suck dick?”
Hearing it said so bluntly almost made Steve whine. And Steve never- he didn’t whine. It just wasn’t a thing he did. Ever.
“I- yeah, I did.” Simple and concise. No need to elaborate further. Steve watched as Eddie reached for his zipper and began to pull it down, chains jingling around his hip.
“Preppy boy like you? You ever even had a dick near that mouth?”
Oh. Steve was done for.
He had always had this thing when he slept with girls. He liked when they praised him, sure. They loved to. Steve was great in bed and he always got compliments. He was loving and sweet when he wanted to be. He thrived off of attention. But also- none of those girls ever liked to break out of character. They never wanted to touch him certain ways. Put a hand over his neck, bite his skin and grind their teeth down. They didn’t really get his need for-
More.
“N-no.” God, where had all his confidence gone? He was Steve fucking Harrington. He needed to grow a pair and- “But I want to. I really want to.”
Eddie laughed at him.
“Then show me your mouth, I can’t even see you. Are you scared?”
Steve bristled at that, distracted as Eddie reached into his plaid boxers and-
He wasn’t small. Steve felt almost jealous of Eddie’s girth, actually. Of course he would be packing. Of course.
“I’m not scared,” Steve responded defiantly.
“No?” Eddie stroked his cock, angling it down. Steve could see all the veins in it, could see how hard Eddie had gotten. So fast too. Like he didn’t even need much. “Then stop talking.”
Steve huffed in retaliation, shuffling forward so that he could place his mouth at the hole. It meant sacrificing his view, but that was fine. That was more than fine, as soon as he heard Eddie groan a little, proclaiming “Look at those lips. Show me your tongue.”
Steve had never been talked to like this.
He was so fucking hard, it was only making him dizzier and dumber.
He opened his mouth, tongue peaking out as he pressed his forehead against the stall. It was gross, sure. He’d probably done worse before. He definitely had.
Steve waited.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when Eddie made contact with his tongue, tasting salt and skin as he abruptly tapped the head of his cock against it.
Steve let out a noise, an unhinged groan.
“You like that?” Steve tried to ignore the porn speak, not even turned off by it in all honesty. There was something about knowing this was Eddie. Sweet, kind Eddie. Goofy Eddie, who wouldn’t even look twice at Steve. “Open wider, I gotta fit in there.”
Steve was salivating, the corners of his mouth stinging as he opened up for Eddie. The head of his cock slipped over Steve’s tongue, more taste exploding onto it as Eddie slid inside his mouth. Just a little, just enough for Steve to get the bulbous head inside. He sealed his lips around it, sucking greedily-
“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, something knocking against the wall separating them. Perhaps his fist. Steve licked over the hole, tasting more precum. He thought he would be grossed out after having tasted himself on occasion, but he found that he liked it a lot. Too much, maybe. “Didn’t even have to tell you what to do.”
Oh.
Steve popped off, a string of spit connecting him mouth to Eddie.
He glance up like he’d actually be able to see him upon their divider.
“You could. If you wanted to.” It was humiliating to ask for, so Steve didn’t ask. It was only a suggestion. “You could tell me what to do.”
He thought he heard Eddie curse again. He glanced up and saw a many ringed hand settle on the top of the division, fingers tapping stressfully against the surface.
Yep. Definitely Eddie.
“Open your mouth again. Stop talking.”
Sir yes sir.
Steve leaned back in, waiting for-
For Eddie to slip his cock back in. Like he was just waiting for Steve’s mouth. Like he belonged inside of it.
Steve moaned around his mouthful, sad that the wall kept him from getting more. Still, Eddie pushed inside, thrusting lightly as if to get more. Maybe he was frustrated too. There was too much in the way for-
For Steve to really drool on it.
Steve pressed closer, groaning at his practically unhinged his jaw.
“Fuck- it’s-“ Eddie sounded almost annoyed, though Steve couldn’t blame him. How practical could a gloryhole even be. Steve made a split second decision.
“I can just- I can just come in there.”
He was breathless, chin already wet with spit. He was pretty sure he was sweating too. That didn’t really matter, he had only one thing on his mind.
“Oh, yeah. I guess you could-“
Steve was up and moving before Eddie could even finish his sentence, fumbling with the lock to his door and waiting for Eddie to open his own.
They stared at each other for too long, Eddie’s hair already a mess. Cheeks red, mouth open.
Steve slipped inside and locked the door behind him. He didn’t say anything at all. No jokes, no apology, no hello.
He only dropped to his knees a second time.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groaned, rubbing a hand over his face like he didn’t already have his dick out. “Okay, we’re doing this. I guess we’re-“
“Did you not know it was me?”
Eddie wrinkled his nose up, stepping closer to Steve. Another distraction, Eddie’s wet dick just inches from his face. Steve almost went cross eyed.
“Course I did,” Eddie sighed as he wrapped his hand around the shaft, jerking himself off. So close. Literally so fucking close and all Steve wanted was to- “I would know those preppy little sneakers anywhere.”
Steve didn’t even bristle at the insult.
“You gonna let me suck your dick or what?”
Steve was brave enough to raise his eyebrow at Eddie, egging him on. Steve kind of wished he was back into a wall or- or not just kneeling in the middle of the stall, maybe. If anyone came in, they’d definitely see him on his knees.
“Open your mouth, then. Stop yapping,” Eddie joked, sighing when Steve actually listened. It had never felt this way before, debauched and slutty as he stared up at another man. A man he knew. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
Steve didn’t get to respond, despite his pleased blush. He rested his hands in his thighs, allowing his eyes to shut when Eddie slipped back inside. He reached a hand out and held Steve by his hair, fingers rooting into the strands and tugging against them.
“Can’t fuck your mouth this time,” Eddie said, his words pinging around in Steve’s brain as he tried his best to focus. He wanted to- “You’re too green. Lick it.”
Fuck.
Steve looked up at Eddie and licked broadly over the head of his cock, tongue sloppy as he tried to put on a good show. It had never been a concern in the past, having to look good while he was doing things like this. But-
He wanted Eddie to remember this.
“Can you take some more?”
Steve nodded silently, waiting for Eddie to get a move on. Steve couldn’t quite describe the feeling, the smooth skin sliding against his tongue and almost hitting the back of his mouth. He gagged a bit and Eddie slowed down, jerking himself off the rest of the way. Steve appreciated the concern but-
He popped off, panting with spit on his lips.
“Let me do it, I can- I can do it.” Steve was not above begging.
“Hm,” Eddie hummed. “Yeah? You wanna do it yourself? Go ahead.”
Steve delved in, one hand wrapping around the base of Eddie’s cock and his mouth opening wide over his dick. He bobbed his head up and down, addicted to the slick feel of it. The way it stretched his mouth out, the way his lips hurt. He closed his eyes, listening to the feral noises Eddie let out.
“You- you’re going too fast.”
Steve definitely didn’t care. He was unhinged now, given free reign. He tried to suck on Eddie, give him the type of pressure Steve himself enjoyed. It worked, causing ringed fingers to pull desperately at his hair. Eddie wasn’t so calm and collected now, giving aborted little thrusts toward Steve every time he slid his mouth down and gagged.
Steve had never felt so slutty in his life, noisy and messy as he worked hard to get Eddie there. Steve found that he-
He kind of loved it. Closing his eyes, listening to Eddie moan. Having Eddie pull his hair til it hurt. He loved it.
Steve was unsure of how much time passed before Eddie cursed a final warning, attempting to pull Steve up from his new home. It was no use, he wanted it. He wanted to swallow.
Eddie came down his throat and Steve barely cringed at the taste. He even smiled at Eddie once he was done, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as Eddie-
Stumbled back to lean against the wall.
He looked shocked. Steve wasn’t sure if it was good or not. Just that he was hard in his jeans and he hadn’t even thought to do anything about it.
“Uh.”
Steve brushed his palms on his thighs and began to stand up, only slightly miffed that Eddie hadn’t offered him a hand. In more ways than one.
He watched as Eddie’s hands shook, doing up his zipper and refusing to look Steve in the eye.
“Uh? Are you- was that good or-?”
Steve had no clue what to say or ask or-
“Yeah, it was- it was great.” Eddie looked up at Steve, biting his lip like he wanted to say something. Just as he opened his mouth, the door opened. There was a tense full minute where they stared at each other as they waited for whoever to wash their hands and leave. Steve had never felt more awkward in his life, and he definitely wasn’t hard anymore.
“Great?” Steve asked, frowning as he cleared his throat. His mouth felt sore and his feelings somehow felt worse. “Is that it?”
“Sorry, I gotta-“ Eddie pointed at the door and smiled awkwardly. “I remembered I have a prior obligation, so if you could just let me-“
“Seriously?” Steve asked, feeling suddenly disgusted. With Eddie and himself. Eddie did not look cowed. He mostly looked annoyed now. “Are you blowing me off right now?”
Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed off the wall.
“No, I think you were the one doing the blowing-“
“Don’t be gross,” Steve cringed back, aware that he should just move out of the doorway and leave. This was not worth it. He just didn’t expect Eddie to be such an ass after he’d just came down Steve’s throat. For fucks sake. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone be rude to me after I gave them head.”
“Yeah, well. Can’t imagine Steve Harrington has given that many men head before.”
“What? Are you like- are you okay?” Steve asked, exasperated by the sudden switch up.
“I’ll be even better once you move,” Eddie said, raising his eyebrows as he moved closer. “I actually do have somewhere to be.”
Steve sneered at Eddie, completely thrown.
“You’re kind of a dick,” Steve said, stepping out of the way. Eddie glared at him, eyes rolling a second time. Steve was tempted to be a child and tell him they might get stuck like that if he didn’t stop.
Eddie pushed past Steve, not even bothering to wash his hands on the way out.
For some reason, Steve couldn’t even find it in him to be grossed it. He was Eddie Munson after all.
—
July 8th, 2012
Steve did not want to be out in the sun. Definitely not at a public pool, no. It was gross outside and he already had a tan, he didn’t need more of one. Thank you very much. He was probably putting all his moles in danger, but Dustin Henderson did not seem to care. In fact, he seemed to be selling his parents a complete lie. The lie being that Steve was a competent adult and Dustin’s parents should be able to trust him to watch over their child. Unlikely.
Steve was sweaty and hot and probably a little gross. Could you have a four day hangover? He felt a little like he was stuck in one. Robin and him had gotten drunk on the fourth, despite their prior obligations to the kids. It was fine. They could be trusted with fireworks. Some of them.
And now.
He felt like shit. Lying with his shades on. Pretending he was ignoring Dustin as he bitched and moaned about something Mike did.
Steve kind of just wanted to take a nap. But you aren’t supposed to nap in the sun, he’d learned that the hard way. Plenty of times.
Steve allowed his eyes to shut anyway, only opening them again once a shadow fell over him. Far too big to be pe of his shitheads.
Nancy? Jonathan?
“Sup, douchebag.”
Steve nearly let out a groan. His second reaction was to get up and actually run. But the pool deck was slippery and there were too many people around.
Fucking Eddie Munson.
It had been five whole days since the Incident. Steve had told Robin, ending in a drunken night of self hatred and reminiscing. He felt better now. Eddie had not deserved what Steve had done for him. Not at all. Ungrateful dick.
“Eddie!” Steve opened his eyes and saw Dustin spring up to hug Munson, joy on his face that he surely hadn’t graced Steve with recently. “I didn’t know you were gonna-“
Steve couldn’t hear Dustin.
Mostly because Munson was staring at him.
Staring was a nice way to put it, as he allowed his eyes to rove over Steve’s shirtless form like a creep. He even smirked a bit! Fucking jezeball, or whatever Robin called it. He couldn’t remember.
Steve wanted to cover up now, ugh.
“Nice to see you too,” Eddie said, not looking away from Steve. “I thought I’d come bring you that cd you asked for. It’s out in my van.”
Steve bristled.
“No,” He said, shocked by how cold his voice came out. “You can’t go to his van.”
Eddie looked amused. Dustin looked deeply offended.
“What? I waited all week for this, Steve! I even told you on the way over. Were you even listening to me?” Dustin looked at Eddie like he wanted him to argue with Steve. Steve was a bit too focused on the fact that he knew what Eddie’s dick looked like.
“Selective hearing,” Eddie explained, drawing his words out in a way that shouldn’t have been so irritating. “It’ll only take a minute-“
“I said no.”
Dustin was nearly red in the face.
“Steve! Come on, this is- I’m not a little kid. What- you know Eddie!”
They weren’t causing a scene, not yet. And still, Eddie looked completely unconcerned.
“Do I?” Steve asked, tilting his head and eyeing Eddie this time. Steve didn’t like how he was acting, as if he thought this situation was a joke. “He doesn’t sound or look familiar.”
Ah, see. That got under Eddie’s skin. Steve could tell.
“Why don’t you come out with us?” Eddie asked, putting emphasis on the ‘come out’ part. Cool. Fantastic. Steve glared at him, only making Dustin more suspicious of their behavior. “You can watch over Dusty like a guard dog and everyone will be happy.”
Steve clenched his jaw.
Well, he didn’t want to.
“Fine.” He swung his legs to sit up, hyper aware of his half naked state. Steve was used to sunbathing. Just….not this close to someone who he had- anyway. Stop thinking about it, Steve. “But I’m keeping an eye on you.”
“Steve!” Dustin admonished one last time, his face bright red.
At least Eddie looked annoyed now.
—
Steve followed Eddie and Dustin out to the parking lot, feeling grouchy as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Eddie through his shades. He hoped Eddie could feel the laser beams Steve was pointing at him.
Dustin seemed overjoyed to see Eddie. Which was fine. Really. It was fine. Eddie wasn’t actually a creep, Steve was pretty sure. Just a dick. Steve definitely wasn’t jealous of him.
“-this is so cool!” Dustin was beaming, moving back and forth from one foot to the other like he couldn’t stand still. Steve stood to the side, glaring at the interaction as Eddie reached out to ruffle his wet hair. Ugh.
Steve managed to not eavesdrop, though it was hard to not hear them when they both yapped at top volume.
Eddie leaned against his van and smiled at Dustin, gaze cutting toward Steve for a second.
Steve rolled his eyes, waiting ever so patiently for this to be over with.
And of course, nothing ever worked the way Steve wanted it to work.
A car rolled up and out fell a couple of Dustin’s friends, seemingly out of their usual routine. Steve had no clue, he was basically a glorified chauffeur these days. He watched as a few kids shuffled out of the backseat of a mini van, Mrs. Wheeler yelling out at them. Despite Dustin’s moaning earlier, he seemed all too eager to greet Mike.
Which left Steve alone. On the other side of the van.
With Eddie.
Mrs. Wheeler really was bad about dropping her kid off and not caring who he was with, huh?
He could still hear Dustin chatting away, rapid fire as Eddie stared Steve down. Or…it felt like a stare down.
“You know, sunbathing greatly increases your chance of rapid aging and various skin ailments.”
He couldn’t just let them wait in silence, could he?
“Are you worried about my skin?” Steve asked, feeling overly examined now that they were alone. Eddie had a horrible staring problem. Steve had never noticed it before.
“More about those moles,” Eddie said, winking at Steve like an idiot. What the fuck was his angle here? To annoy Steve more? Steve couldn’t get a word in edgewise, not when Dustin ran back to them like an excited puppy. “Yes, child?”
Steve knew Eddie was a dork, he just didn’t realize it was this bad.
“What do you want?” Steve asked in his nicest tone, despite the fact that he didn’t like Eddie asking before him.
“Can I go back in with Mike and Lucas and-“
Steve did not need the list again. Please.
“Yeah, just let me-“
“They’ll be fine alone,” Eddie teased. “They’ve got like, two lifeguards on duty. Why don’t you stay out here and have a smoke with me?”
It was a horrible idea. Steve didn’t like how excited Dustin looked at the prospect of not being under Steve’s nose for ten minutes.
But.
“Fine,” Steve snapped, rolling his eyes. “Fine.”
—
There was a tension between Steve and Eddie that was-
Uncomfortable to say the least.
“I really need to go watch the kids,” Steve said, realizing that he was being a little stupid. He had chosen to stay out here, despite how empty tw parking lot was. “Did you want something?”
Eddie didn’t smile. He examined Steve, eyes slow and hot as an iron.
“Just looking at you.”
Steve rolled his eyes again, huffing out a breath. He could only hold his arms over his chest for so long.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Steve asked, feeling quite annoyed now. “Like seriously? What are you even-“
“I don’t have a problem,” Eddie said, raising his eyebrows. “Just didn’t expect to see you today, that’s all. We don’t cross paths much, do we?”
Steve was so confused.
“No,” Steve agreed, furrowing his brow. “Did you want something, or…?”
Get on with it, Eddie.
“I thought I would find you less irritating in a more public space,” Eddie admitted casually. “Turns out I was wrong.”
Steve gaped at him.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Eddie grinned at Steve.
He had freckles on his nose and-
Oh. Steve had stepped forward, his own anger catching up to him.
“I dunno, what do you think my problem is?”
Oh Jesus Christ.
Steve glared at Eddie, their chests nearly bumping together. He wasn’t sure what to do now that he was so close. Steve wasn’t that much of a fighter these days, despite his extensive record in high school. He usually backed away with his tail between his legs.
“I think you’re a closet case,” Steve snapped, keeping his voice quiet.
Only for Eddie to laugh very loudly in his face.
It was insulting, even if his eyes did shine when he laughed that hard.
“Me? You think I’m a closet case?”
Steve floundered for a moment, stepping back. Glancing at Eddie’s mouth as if on instinct alone.
“Well, you let me- and then you got all pissy and- and tried to-“
Eddie laughed again.
“You’re the closet case,” Eddie insisted, poking a finger at Steve’s chest. What? What the fuck? “You’re Steve Harrington. You don’t- you can’t be into men.”
“Sorry, what?” Steve was more confused than insulted now. Though….yeah, that did sting a bit. Who was Eddie to make assumptions about Steve? “I had your dick in my mouth. I think that kind of-“
“You can suck dick and still be a closet case.”
“I’m not- oh my god, did you ever think maybe this is new to me and I was just trying to experiment?” Steve burst out, his cheeks going red with intensity. “I know I like men, jackass. I just didn’t- I wanted to make sure.”
Eddie looked dumbfounded.
“By going to a gloryhole? Sorry? You wanted to make sure by-“
“Yeah, laugh it up.” Steve frowned at Eddie, embarrassed by his own mistake. He had assumed Eddie would understand, considering. “You were there too. You were waiting in the stall.”
“Because I was selling!” Eddie insisted, now smiling at Steve. “I wasn’t there to-“
“Well, you didn’t have any problem accepting, did you?” Steve asked, trying to cover the humiliation he now felt at being made fun of by Eddie.
“With a mouth like that? How was I supposed to say no?” Eddie asked, staring very openly at Steve’s mouth now. What the-? Just like that?
“You didn’t even see my mouth at first,” Steve said, licking his lips and hugging his arms tighter to his chest. He felt like a piece of meat. He was trying to decide if he liked it or not. “Which means you….” Steve thought about it for a moment. “Oh, ew. You heard my voice and decided-“
“You’re Steve Harrington,” Eddie pointed out helpfully, as if Steve was some type of celebrity. “You realize what kind of social capital that is with nerds?”
Gross.
Steve sneered at Eddie, reaching up to push him by the shoulder.
“That’s fucking-“
Steve had pretty good reflexes, but he didn’t expect Eddie to spin him and press him back into the side of his van, hips meeting Steve’s as he pressed fingertips into Steve’s waist.
“What? Gross?”
Steve felt hot all over, unsure why he wasn’t pushing Eddie away.
“You can’t tell your dorky little friends that I- that I-“
“Tried to choke yourself on my dick because you wanted to know what it felt like? Swallowed me without a condom?”
“Don’t worry,” Steve sneered. “I got checked out, turns out you don’t have anything I can catch.”
Eddie should not be smiling. He was so annoying, he was so-
As far as first kisses went, it was probably the least romantic that Steve had ever experienced. And he had experienced a few. Of course, he had never expected to have Eddie Munson’s tongue in his mouth. Or his cock pressing against Steve’s hipbone. Steve reacted immediately, deeply ashamed of himself as he clutched at Eddie’s wild hair and curved up against him, a moan swallowed between them as he poured his frustration into biting Eddie’s bottom lip hard enough to hurt.
“Fuck-“ Eddie hissed, kissing Steve again. Barely allowing him to breathe through it. Nope. Steve detached, mouth moving to that stupid thin neck with all its stupid veins, biting harder over this skin. Sucking bruised against Eddie’s throat and whimpering when Eddie reached down to grab Steve’s ass through his shorts.
“We should- we should stop,” Steve panted, licking up Eddie’s neck like an animal. The noise he made in response was unbelievably hot. Which. Yeah, two weeks ago…Steve would never have put Eddie in that category. He’d been wrong. “We- the kids-“
“They’ll be fine,” Eddie said, grinding up against Steve. Shifting until he could hike Steve’s leg over his hip. “You taste good. Anyone ever tell you you taste good?”
God.
“Stop trying to-“ Steve hissed as Eddie kissed his neck in turn, hands going rough as he pulled Steve closer. “We can’t do this out here. I might not-“
“Yeah?”
“I don’t wanna be the town slut.”
Eddie barked out a laugh over Steve’s neck, pulling back to grin at him.
“You need a bed, princess?” He asked, already irking Steve again. He pretended he wasn’t blushing.
“You’ve got a perfectly good van,” Steve noted, raising his eyebrows. He wasn’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but- he could just go with it. “What? Are you scared?”
—
Steve had no clue what to do with his hands.
He was on top of Eddie Munson in the back of his shitty little van and he had literally no clue what to do with his hands. Which was crazy, right? Steve had already sucked the guy off. He’d slept with plenty of girls before. So why was he-
Steve whimpered into a kiss, hands shaking as he leaned over Eddie. Hips firmly pressed together as Steve tried not to tremble too much.
Only for Eddie to pull away a moment later.
“You okay?” Eddie asked, voice going too soft for Steve’s liking. This wasn’t- ugh.
They did not have time for Steve to be weird.
“Yeah, sorry. Just- not used to- to this.”
To being on top of a guy.
Eddie pushed some of Steve’s hair back, clicking his tongue. His lips were pink and swollen, his eyes hooded. They really did not have enough time.
“Here, let me-“
Eddie shifted them, pushing at Steve’s chest until he could sit back. Until he could instruct Steve to lay down, back meeting the bottom of the van. With Eddie over him now, pushing up between Steve’s legs. Which was-
Not a position Steve had ever been in before.
Not like this, not with his thighs spread apart.
He almost couldn’t breathe, let alone think.
Eddie smiled down at Steve.
“Good?”
Steve bit his lip and nodded, thankful when Eddie leaned in for another kiss. He felt so exposed in his shorts, his chest sensitive where Eddie’s shirt rubbed against him.
“Yeah, good.” Steve swallowed hard, not quite sure why he was so- “Just. Nervous.”
Eddie looked ravenous.
He leaned down to bite Steve’s neck, mouth skimming down. Further and further until he-
“Oh!” Steve gasped, embarrassed by the sound that escaped him as Eddie licked over one nipple. “That- oh my god.”
“You ever had anyone touch these?” Eddie asked, tongue licking flat again. Steve groaned and clenched his fists. He couldn’t- what had Eddie asked? No, of course not. He shook his head adamantly, dick leaking into his shorts as Eddie reached up to touch one. He looked down at Steve, seemingly considering something before- twisting it. He twisted it, just a little. Just enough for Steve to whine, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion at the feeling. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun.”
What did that mean?
Steve squirmed beneath Eddie, breath catching when he reached between them to fondle Steve through his shorts. Steve wiggled, allowing Eddie to pull them down and-
And take Steve’s cock in hand.
Steve went to close his eyes, but-
“No,” Eddie said, voice nearly a whisper. Rough around the edges as he pushed up onto his knees. His hand was slow over Steve’s cock, thumb brushing the tip like a promise. “Watch me. Keep your eyes open.”
It was- it was harder to do than Steve would have thought. He felt over exposed like this, hands covering his mouth as he moaned so openly, so loudly. And Eddie was stroking him, hand tightly gripped around Steve’s dick. Up and down, smooth with the sweat on his palm and the precum dripping over the tip.
“How’s that?” Eddie asked, watching the way his hand moved. It felt dirty like this, being out here in a parking lot. In the daylight. “Hey, I said don’t close your eyes. Be good.”
Steve felt light as air, his hips pushing up into Eddie’s hand like he was fucking a hole. The grit to Eddie’s voice was too much, Steve had to bite his palm to calm down.
“S’good,” Steve murmured pitifully, eyelashes fluttering as he made a mess of Eddie’s hand. He was sure he’d never been this turned on before. It wasn’t possible. “It’s- unh-“
“You’re so wet. Look at that,” Eddie said casually, rolling his thumb over a bead of precum. He pressed low on Steve’s balls with his free hand, rolling them against his palm. “Do you always get this wet?”
“No,” Steve whimpered, unable to really think. He wasn’t used to talking this much. Or being asked questions. “Not usually.”
“So, just for me?”
“Oh my god,” Steve groaned, smacking a hand into the floor. “You are so-“
“Sweet?” Eddie grinned, a dimple popping as he leaned down and hovered over Steve. “Cum in my mouth.”
Steve kind of didn’t have a moment to consider it. Eddie slid his warm, wet mouth over his cock and Steve was already cumming like a freight train. His hips snapped up, but Eddie kept a firm grip on them. He came like that, just like that. Body spawning with the effort to hold back, pleasure cracking down his body like a whip.
Fuck.
Eddie slipped off, wiping the back of his mouth as he swallowed. It took Steve a good few minutes to calm down, his heart rate accelerated as it was.
Eddie leaned down to kiss him, lips so close.
Just for someone to knock on the back of the van, an annoying screech entering their sphere a moment later.
“Steve! Steve, Mike scraped his knee!”
Steve let his head fall back, a groan cracking out as Eddie laughed.