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Steve is floating on Cloud Nine all day the next day, even having to wake up early to cover Robin’s usual early shift. She joins him in the video store at 2 to cover the latter end of the day, and squints at him suspiciously as she walks to the counter to see him nearly vibrating with energy, desperate to tell her about last night.
She listens surprisingly patiently as he runs her through the events of the last night, squealing quietly into her palms as he tells her about the kiss.
“Steve, I can’t fucking believe you had your first gay kiss before I did! Actually, scratch that, I absolutely can, you dick.”
He grins back, quirking an eyebrow.
“What can I say, Rob, I guess my charm never fails.”
“Ha, ha, asshole. Let me remind you of the time you tried and failed to ask me out while we were on the worst comedown known to man. Now go rewind these tapes, lover boy, your nervous energy is making me antsy.”
She shoos him away to the pile of returned VHS tapes as he sticks his tongue out at her childishly, blowing him a sarcastic kiss.
……..
The end of Steve’s shift rolls around, and as he glances out of the back room where he’s surrounded by rewound tapes to the clock above the door, reading just before 5pm, he spots a familiar figure hopping out of his van across the street and strolling towards the door. Eddie cuts a striking figure, hair blowing in the breeze and customary bandana whipping around his leg. Steve feels his heart jump into his throat as his mouth twitches up into a smile at the sight of Eddie approaching the store. He feels suddenly shy, wonders if this is how the girls he’s dated have felt when he’s turned up to pick them up on.
The bell above the door jingles as Eddie strolls in, and Steve hears Robin call out to him.
“Eddie! Here to see your boyfriend? Friend! Who is a boy! Shit, Steve, come and save me from being more awkward than usual!”
Steve strolls out, trying to seem casual, like he hasn’t been checking the time every five minutes since his shift started. Eddie is snickering quietly at Robin, who’s head is now buried in her hands.
“Eddie, fancy seeing you here.”
“Hi Rob. And Steve! Seems like only yesterday, right?”
Eddie grins, toothy and wide, elbows dropping down onto the counter. Steve shrugs out of his Family Video vest and notes Eddie’s eyes dropping down the length of his body as he does so, flicking back up quickly but not quickly enough, and feels his cheeks heat a little. He holds his gaze, though, as Eddie’s eyes track back up to his, and feels himself grin back.
“Right. Go on then, pick some weird nerd film I definitely haven’t seen and we’ll order the biggest pizza we can get.”
Eddie drums his hands on the counter delightedly and straightens, disappearing into the aisles. Steve watches him go, tracking the fluffy hair bobbing along behind the stacks, ducking out of sight as he peers at the videos lower down.
Robin hops up on the counter, nudging Steve with the toe of her Converse.
“You guys are gonna be so annoyingly cute.” She mutters.
Steve opens his mouth to respond when Eddie’s head pops back around the corner.
“Got it!”
He strides over to Robin, passing her the tape on the far side of her body from Steve, who cranes his head to see. Eddie’s voice makes his head snap back up.
“Nuh-uh, Stevie, it’s a surprise!”
Robin passes it back to him, far less sneakily, but Eddie manages to tuck the cassette into his leather jacket without Steve seeing. He huffs a little, which only makes Eddie grin more, and ducks out from behind the counter towards the door.
“Okay, Rob, I’ll pick you up Saturday morning, yeah?”
“You better, dingus.”
“Love you too, Rob.”
Steve and Eddie reach the door and Eddie flings himself dramatically towards it, yanking it open to usher Steve through ahead of him.
“After you, my good sir.”
“Please, Munson, you just want to check out my ass.”
Eddie is closer behind than he expected, because his breath ghosts hot over Steve’s ear when he mutters “Guilty as charged.” in response. Steve closes his eyes briefly, suppressing a shiver less than successfully, judging by the gleeful look on Eddie’s face when he looks back at him.
Eddie sticks close as they head over to their respective vehicles.
“I’ll follow you to yours then?”
Steve nods, fishing his keys out of his pocket.
Eddie glances around, then steps closer, nose almost touching Steve’s hair as his sternum bumps up against Steve’s arm.
“Try not to miss me too much, hmm?”
Then he’s gone, whistling as he struts over to his van. Steve watches him go, tracks the bandana swinging from his pocket, then glances back at the shop window to see Robin nearly crying with laughter at his silent crisis. He flips her the bird and swings himself into his car, resting his head on the warm steering wheel briefly.
Russians, alternate universes and six teenagers be damned, Eddie Munson might actually be the death of him.
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Eddie’s van tails Steve’s car most of the way back to his house, which means Steve steals glances at Eddie in his rear view mirror at every stop sign and red light. He’s driven with Eddie several times, and the man is chaos behind the wheel. He blasts music as loud as possible, and Steve watches him headbanging as they wait for a green light, and screaming along to the lyrics.
They pull up to Steve’s huge, empty house and he feels suddenly nervous. Eddie’s been to his a couple of times, delivering the kids for pool time so he and Steve can hang out and make sure none of them drown themselves or each other, but they rarely spend time there alone. Steve shakes himself out of his thoughts and hops out of his car, meeting Eddie at the door. He nearly fumbles his keys under the weight of Eddie’s gaze, cheeks burning.
As soon as they’re in the door Steve turns to Eddie, and they stare at each other for a long moment. Slowly, Eddie reaches out, hooking a finger into Steve’s belt loop, and Steve goes easily, stepping up to him, the toes of his sneakers brushing Eddie’s boots. One of Eddie’s hands comes up to cup his face, and he echoes himself from the night before.
“Can I-?”
Steve nods, pressing forwards to fit his lips to Eddie’s, his own hand wrapping around Eddie’s wrist, keeping his hand on his jaw.
They part, sharing the air between them, and Steve tucks his head into Eddie’s neck, Eddie’s hand sliding up into his hair, blunt nails scritching over his scalp as he turns to press his cheek to Steve’s head.
“Are you freaking out?” Eddie mumbles into his hair.
“Yes. No. A little?”
“A little is normal. Do you want me to-“
“Don’t you dare move.”
“You got it, Stevie.”
He doesn’t know how long they stand there, but he feels the nerves and tension bleed out of his body as he matches his breathing to Eddie’s, eyes tingling a little where they’re pressed shut. He slowly pulls away, eyes fixed on Eddie’s jacket collar.
“I’m fine, we’re fine. It’s just new, y’know? Well, not new, new. But real?”
“I get you, Stevie. The gay thoughts seem a lot less scary when they’re not accompanied by a real life person in your personal space, right?”
Eddie’s free hand wiggles, fingers framing the words gay thoughts, in Steve’s peripheral vision and he can’t help but smile, eyes finally flicking back up to meet Eddie’s soft gaze.
“What can I say, Eddie, you’re a scary guy.” He teases.
Eddie scoffs, batting his eyelashes.
“Excuse you, Harrington, I’m a delight.”
Steve straightens fully, reluctantly stepping back out of Eddie’s space enough that he can toe off his sneakers, turning towards the kitchen and staircase.
“Come on, Mr Delightful, I want a shower and a beer. And then maybe we’ll see how scary you can be.”
Eddie’s grin is wicked as he drops to sit cross-legged on the floor, tugging at the laces of his boots and yanking them off to reveal mismatched socks.
“Maybe we will.”
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Each with a beer in hand, Steve leads Eddie up to his room, rifling through his drawers to grab a clean T-shirt, shorts and underwear out. Hes turning to grab a towel when Eddie speaks.
“What is that?”
Steve glances down to the bottom of his wardrobe, where a blue and white shirt sticks out.
“That’s, um-“
But Eddie has already leaned down and whipped it out, holding the Scoops Ahoy tee up against his chest gleefully.
“Oh Stevie, you’ve been holding out on me! How come you never wear this? It’s a real look!”
Steve feels himself flush, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“That’s- yeah, I have no explanation for that. It was a shitty job and I should probably burn that, but hey, I got to meet Robin and nearly get murdered by Russians, so maybe I got a little sentimental and kept it.”
“Murdered by Russians? Man, you guys have a lot to catch me up on next time we all hang out. I have so many damn questions.”
Eddie drops the tee back by the wardrobe, already turning to take in the Polaroids Steve has tucked around his dresser, photos of him and the kids at the arcade, Robin in her band uniform, Nancy and Jonathan hugging Joyce as they headed off on their road trip before college, Eddie in his Hellfire Club tee holding court during a DND session.
Steve grabs his towel and starts to leave the room.
“I’ll leave you to snoop.” He stops in the doorway, shooting Eddie a wink.
“Try not to miss me too much.”
Eddie’s laughter follows him down the hall.
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Freshly showered, Steve walks back into his bedroom, towelling the last of the moisture out of his hair, and stops in the doorway, leaning against it as he takes in Eddie sitting on his bed, deeply engrossed in a Rubik’s cube that Steve’s had sat on his bedside table for months, unsolved. He’s placed his leather jacket on Steve’s chair, and his black tee has been cut into a vest, the armholes cut deep enough to show half of his torso. Steve thinks he can see the edge of one of his tattoos, but drags his eyes back up as Eddie glances up to him.
The air punches out of him as Eddie’s dark eyes drag up his body, over the track shorts that Steve knows show off a lot of leg, and the well-washed T-shirt that fits a little tight around his arms and shoulders. Steve walks over, plucking the still-unsolved puzzle out of his hand. He feels powerful, with the way that Eddie is looking at him, tracking his every move. In fact, he’s realising how much Eddie has been watching him over the last few months, how much he’s felt the weight of his gaze, maybe spent more time looking back at him than just friends do.
Bold, he leans in, feeling Eddie’s body tense as he presses his lips to the other man’s jaw. Slides his lips over his skin to hover a hair’s breadth from Eddie’s.
“So, movie?”
Eddie’s hand darts out, hooking around the back of his knee, and Steve stumbles into him, knee hitting the bed as he half folds into Eddie’s lap. His hands brace on Eddie’s chest, warmth radiating from under his vest.
“The movie can wait.”
Then Eddie’s lips are on his and Steve’s mind goes blank as his chest burns white hot with want. His hands slide up to grip Eddie’s shoulders as they kiss, fingers slipping under the cutoff sleeves, drifting over his shoulder blades.
Steve tugs a little on Eddie's shirt, and he pulls back with a smirk, leaning away a little so he can yank the shirt over his head. Steve traces the tattoo on his chest with a finger, then presses his hand over the demon head, pushing Eddie to lie back on the bed, glancing up at him through his eyelashes.
Deftly, Eddie rolls them until he’s kneeling above Steve, thighs pinning Steve’s to the mattress, hands sliding from the waistband of his jeans up under his shirt, dancing over his ribs. He dips in to lick back into Steve’s mouth, who huffs out a laugh, squirming away from the ticklish touch. He opens his eyes to Eddie’s sparkling with humour, as he pulls back from the kiss and trails one hand back down Steve’s ribs, watching with his head cocked a little to the side as he gauges Steve’s reaction. Steve squirms again, hips bucking a little to try and dislodge the taller man, with no luck.
“Come on man, don’t play dirty.”
Eddie lifts his hand away, smirking a little, eyes crinkling.
“Oh Stevie, you haven’t seen me play dirty.” He says quietly.
He presses back into kiss Steve, teeth catching his lower lip to give it a gentle tug, and Steve feels his hips buck up again for a different reason, desperate for some friction.
Eddie sits back to grip the hem of Steve’s t-shirt and tug it up, and Steve lifts his torso a little from the bed to help. He expects Eddie to toss the shirt away but instead he pulls it up as far as Steve’s wrists, then twists it a little around his hands and uses it to pin Steve’s arms above his head with one hand.
Steve’s chest pounds, stomach flipping as he stares up at Eddie, watches his shoulder and bicep flex as he presses his fabric-covered hands into the bed. His erection is pressing insistently against his shorts and Eddie must be able to feel it where he’s sat. Steve feels red hot, skin prickling. Instinctively, he flexes his hands a little, gives his wrists a tug where they’re wrapped in the fabric of his shirt.
Eddie watches him carefully, tongue poking out a little at the edge of his kiss-reddened lips, as Steve tests his bonds. The weight of Eddie’s arm keeps the fabric taut enough that he would have to really pull to get out, but he finds he doesn’t want to. He feels safe with Eddie, knows he’s not in a dangerous situation. Even so, his pulse is loud in his ears, and he can feel his adrenaline kicking up.
Eddie’s voice cuts into his thoughts.
“This OK, Stevie?”
Steve huffs a little, stilling once more.
“So OK. Just come back down here and kiss me, please?”
“Well, when you ask so nicely-“
Eddie leans in slowly, chest to chest with Steve, the hand not pinning his wrist dipping into the bed at Steve’s side.
The kiss, when it comes, is filthier than the last ones have been. Eddie swipes his tongue along the seam of Steve’s lips, and he parts them easily, his own tongue slipping out, tangling with Eddie’s and tracing the tips of his front teeth.
Eddie’s weight presses down onto him more as he lifts his free hand to run it down Steve’s torso, thumb catching his nipple and tracing over it, nail digging in very lightly. Steve whines, focus narrowing to the sensation, and Eddie does it again, a little rougher, cataloguing his responses.
His lips leave Steve’s to nip along his jaw, finding his earlobe and giving it a gentle tug. For a moment Steve thinks he might actually cry, the sensations of Eddie’s teeth pinning him from the single point on his body, his hand still thumbing his peaked nipple, and the weight of his hips pressing into his groin flooding through him.
His voice doesn’t sound like his own as it echoes in his ears.
“Eddie, please.”
The hum of Eddie’s quiet response vibrates through his head.
“What do you want, hmm, Steve?”
“You- just you. Touch me.”
Eddie pulls away, just a little.
“No please this time?”
“Fucking- please, Eddie.”
“Hmm, better.”
Eddie rolls away, swinging his leg over Steve to stretch out alongside his body, dipping his hand into the waistband of Steve’s shorts to cup him over his underwear.
Steve arches, a groan rumbling through him. Eddie palms him a little and he writhes, realising too late that Eddie has let go of the T-shirt wrapping his wrists. He brings his hands down, then stops, looking to Eddie for permission.
“Can I-“
Eddie grins, his free hand coming up to help Steve untangle himself.
“Maybe we’ll save that for next time. I think you should touch me too, Stevie. Please.”
And god, there’s going to be a next time, there’s going to be so many more next times if Steve has anything to say about it. He pushes his hand into Eddie’s hair, bringing their lips together in something that can barely be called a kiss, just sharing air, lips parted and breathing heavy as Eddie snakes a hand into his underwear to wrap around his cock and squeeze lightly, stroking and rubbing his thumb over the head.
Distantly, Steve feels like he should be embarrassed that that’s all it takes to bring him over the edge, as he comes with a broken moan, but it’s been longer than he’d care to admit, and he’s got Eddie in his bed, and it’s perfect.
He rolls onto his back, chest heaving, burning up, and Eddie slowly retracts his hand. Steve turns his head towards him, and stares as Eddie inspects his hand briefly, then meets Steve’s eyes as he licks the come off his palm, pupils blown and eyelids heavy. Steve’s cock gives a weak twitch. Eddie Munson might actually be the death of him.
Steve twists onto his side, presses back into Eddie’s space, licks into his mouth and tastes himself, and if that isn’t the hottest thing in his entire fucking life, he doesn’t know what is. He runs his hand down Eddie’s body, wrestling quickly with his belt and unzipping his jeans, pressing his hand against the line of Eddie’s erection.
Eddie nearly growls into Steve’s mouth, hips rolling up, desperate for the friction. Steve captures Eddie’s bottom lip in his teeth, tugging a little.
One of Eddie’s hands twists into the hair at the back of his head, pulling a little, and Steve bites harder. He tries to push his hand a little deeper into Eddie’s jeans but they’re fitted tight to his legs and pull taut across his hips. A little petulantly, Steve releases Eddie’s lip and pulls at his waistband.
“Off.”
Eddie chuckles, releasing Steve briefly to shimmy his jeans and underwear down.
“Alright, keep your hair on.”
Steve’s retort dies on his tongue as he tries not to stare. Eddie’s cock springs free, bouncing a little off his lower stomach. He reaches for it, then pauses, a better idea coming to him.
Eddie mistakes his pause for hesitation.
“Steve, if you don’t want to…”
“I want to blow you.”
It might be the first time Steve’s seen Eddie struck into silence. His kiss-reddened lips are parted and he stares at Steve dumbly for a moment. Then he flings his head back, one arm coming up to cover his eyes.
“Are we one hundred percent sure I’m not dreaming?”
Steve is already sliding down between Eddie’s legs. He looks up to find Eddie peeking out from behind his arm. Steve grins, more confidently than he feels, squeezes Eddie’s hip with his hand, then bites the bullet and dips straight in to lick a stripe up the cock in front of him.
He hears a gratifying thump as Eddie’s head slams back into the pillow behind his head, and repeats the move, taking his time.
Eddie lets out a muffled groan, and the hand close to Steve’s head on the bed flexes. Steve pushes up onto his elbow and grabs it, pulling it close and resting it on his head. Eddie strokes his still slightly damp hair lightly, then gives it a gentle tug. Steve closes his eyes, scalp tingling, and hums a little, then remembers his task and focuses back on Eddie’s cock.
Steve’s had enough people suck his dick that he’s got a pretty strong idea of what works. Feeling bold, he licks his palm and grasps the base, and licks over the head, getting used to the taste. He finds a rhythm that has Eddie swearing above him, and fits his lips over his cock, sucking a little at the head, and then ducking down a little to fit more in. It hits the back of his throat and he feels his eyes sting a little, fighting the urge to cough, and backs off a little, hollowing his cheeks and pumping the length of it as he licks around the head.
As he runs his tongue over the slit, Eddie’s hand tightens reflexively, pulling a little rougher on his hair, and he groans around his cock. Suddenly Eddie is tensing, crying out a warning.
“Steve, fuck, I’m-“
His hand in Steve’s hair pulls him back enough that his come stripes across Steve’s lips and jaw, and Steve sits back a little on his elbows, feeling more than a little pleased with himself.
Eddie nearly hauls Steve up, grabbing his abandoned cutoff tee to gently wipe away the majority of his come, then presses kisses to his lips, his cheek, his forehead, as Steve collapses half onto him.
“Steve, you’re fucking perfect.”
Steve preens a little, pressing closer, tucking his nose under Eddie’s chin, just breathing him in.
They lie there, drowsing for a few moments.
Steve tips his head up to look at Eddie.
“Believe it or not, I did genuinely invite you over to watch a movie, I wasn’t planning to get into your pants this quick-“
Eddie shushes him, flaps a hand vaguely.
“Fuck the movie, Stevie. The Dark Crystal can wait.”
“The Dark Crystal? Okay, that definitely sounds like a nerd movie.”
Eddie flaps a hand again.
“Bully me later.”
Steve huffs a laugh and curls back into him.
“You got it.”
“Mm, got you with my nerdy shit.”
“Turns out I’m not as cool as I thought.”
Eddie squeezes his shoulders a little.
“I like you just as you are, Stevie.”