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Eddie really hoped that Robin had left the house because the noise he made was loud as hell and probably illegal in several countries. 

Steve just put his palms on Eddie’s thighs and followed the cadence of his bucking hips. 

It turned out Steve Harrington sucked dick with the same reckless brutality that he called upon in the heat of battle; he was hot and sloppy and way more enthusiastic than one would expect considering the circumstances. Eddie was gonna bust in negative seconds flat. 

He ran his fingers into Steve’s hair and gasped uselessly at the ceiling as Steve systematically dismantled every nerve in his fucking body. 

And then Eddie made the mistake of actually devoting a brain cell towards what was happening. The phrase “Steve is sucking my dick” ricocheted across his awareness and he was shouting and cumming with basically no warning. 

Steve did his best but had to retreat back, coughing, after swallowing like half the load. Eddie moaned into the crook of his elbow as Steve eagerly worked him over and spattered the rest onto his cheekbones.

Eddie was panting hoarsely. Shellshocked. 

Steve crawled back onto the bed and rested his chin on Eddie’s hipbone He was smiling up at him so fucking smugly. God, what a douchebag. 

There was spunk in Steve Harrington’s hair. He’d ruined Steve’s hair. 

The power was too much. 

Eddie was gonna pass out. 

He did not pass out. It was touch and go for a second but he pulled through. 

Steve manhandled Eddie’s floppy limbs until he successfully freed him of his shirt. 

Eddie let himself be moved. 

His flight back to planet earth had been indefinitely delayed. 

Steve was still visibly hard in his sweatpants but didn’t seem like he was in a rush to deal with it. He laid down next to Eddie and looked like he was gonna get comfy, but then he sprung back up, alarmed.

“Oh shit. The book said we should do condoms for oral too. Jesus, I totally forgot. I got tested in July. I’m clean, dude.” He looked, worried, down at Eddie. 

Hello passengers, please prepare yourself for landing.  

Eddie was back. 

“Uhhhhhh we’re solid, man. I haven’t been with anyone since… hm… 1982?” 

Steve blinked and looked upward, counting. 

Eddie slapped his thigh and he snorted and finally laid down. 

“I’m sorta into condoms though. I like the texture.” Eddie offered. 

Steve was arranging himself again and tucked himself alongside Eddie’s totally bare form. Eddie couldn’t be assed to grab a blanket… or even Steve’s dick. Cumming your entire consciousness out was a lot of fuckin’ exercise following a major surgery and minor coma. 

Steve had apparently removed Eddie’s shirt for his own purposes though, because he was staring appreciatively down Eddie’s body. He traced the outline of the tattoos on his torso and laid a flat hand gently across the gauzed up stomach wound. When he was done exploring, he set a hand so it rested on the juncture of his thigh and groin. Not touching anything naughty, just. Being all intimate. 

Eddie’s dick gave a gallant spasm. Having Steve’s attention in any capacity was a fucking crazy turn on. 

Steve seemed to register his comment. “Oh, that’s cute, man. I have flavored ones. We can fuck around with it.” 

Then Steve’s erection was pressed innocuously against Eddie’s hip and he was having trouble focusing on anything else. 

Exhaustion who ? Never met her. She sounds like an asshole. 

Eddie eyed the bulge. “I think I might be obsessed with your penis, man.”

Steve laughed, “how do you know? You haven’t even seen it yet.” 

Ah, Steve. So sweet. So naive. 

“Dude, we went to the same high school. You were on the swim team. I’ve seen your entire penis. I could probably sketch it.” 

This seemed to trigger some sort of deep introspection from Steve. Eddie let him work through it. It probably sucked to realize you were into dudes several years after locker rooms were no longer a part of your daily routine. Beautiful, sexy friendships could be forged in locker rooms. 

Eddie shifted and palmed the dick in question through the sweatpants. Steve let out a warm hum and absently pressed closer. 

“You don’t gotta do that, man. I can deal with it later if you wanna just chill.” 

“Steve.”

More fondling, a gasp, “Y-yeah?” 

“Do you want me to stop touching your dick?” Eddie twisted onto an elbow so he could exert a bit more force. 

Steve was leaning back further into the bed. Eddie just followed, unrelentingly rubbing along his shaft through the cotton. Steve was getting twitchy. 

“Well. Jesus. You seemed wiped out— I don’t want to— oh shit.” 

“It was a yes or no question, Stevie. I can stop.” Eddie started to sit back and Steve grabbed his wrist and then let go, looking guilty. 

Eddie grinned. Oh this was fun. 

“Say please.” 

Steve’s eyes widened. “For real?” 

Eddie ran a finger down the length and up again. Slowly. 

“The realest, motherfucker.” 

Poor Harrington looked utterly baffled. Did people not tease him in bed? Oh hell yes. Eddie was gonna tease him to absolute death. RIP your majesty. Your days of freely received orgasms are over. 

Steve adjusted his shoulders, face red. He didn’t seem upset about this turn of events.

“God. You’re such- Alright, please touch my dick, Ed.” 

Eddie’s hand was back in place immediately. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” 

The sheer confusion Steve was experiencing really appeared to be working for him. He stared blankly as Eddie slid his hand under the waistband and cranked up the pace. 

Steve threw his head back and grunted and gasped. He wasn’t writhing but it was a near thing. Eddie leaned in and caught his earlobe between his teeth. Steve went taut and came all over Eddie’s rings. 

The wind down after was slow; Steve looked fucked out. Eddie eyed his slack face appreciatively. It was an undeniably good look on him.

But because Eddie always needed to have the last word, he held out his ringed, jizzy fingers for Steve to kiss. 

The King’s lips twitched in humor and without missing a beat he sucked Eddie’s middle finger totally clean. 

Eddie had to go hide in the bathroom to recover for several minutes while Steve cackled back on the bed. 

Then they were in full cuddle mode. Fuck yeah. Cleaned up and wearing fresh sweats. There was a sports team on Eddie’s pair that he didn’t recognize but they had a dragon logo—which was dope regardless of genre. 

“—So, do we maybe wanna talk about this?”

Who fucking said that? Oh shit it was Eddie. Goddammit, Eddie. That guy fucking sucks.  

But, while he desperately didn’t want to ask, he had to know. 

Steve was fiddling with one of Eddie’s rings. He looked… nervous?

“Um. I’d get if you didn’t want to make this a… a thing with me because of my track record. And life. And uh. Whole thing. But I would love to take you on a date? Where neither of us are bleeding?” 

Eddie stared at Steve until he started to squirm.

“….Are you joking?”

Steve’s shoulders hunched forward a little, “no, no but it’s whatever-“ 

Eddie smacked him on his arm and he recoiled. 

“Jesus! What?”

“You’re so fucking stupid. Be my boyfriend, asshole.” 

Steve gaped. His mouth a dumb little ‘O.’

“Oh. I… didn’t think that was gonna be an option.” 

“What about any of anything made you think that?” Eddie gestured at the entire universe. 

“Idunno!” Steve flung up his arms, “My whole life is kind of a disaster, dude! I’m basically a low-income single dad who occasionally gets kidnapped by Russians and has to avoid being eaten by hellmonsters. Dating prospects are pretty fucking bleak!” 

Eddie enjoyed that at no point “ and you’re a dude ” had worked its way into that outburst. Monster shit really puts things into perspective. 

Eddie sat up. “Alright dipshit and what am I? High School flunky druglord metalhead. With a dainty sprinkling of nerd. Where exactly is date me written on my forehead?” 

Steve rolled his eyes hard. “Oh shut up man, you’re fucking gorgeous and talented and shit. I don’t even have hobbies.” 

Eddie’s face flushed. “Gorgeous?” 

They both paused for a second and Steve scratched at his nose. 

But then Eddie registered the rest of the stupid shit he was saying. He pushed Steve off the bed and he garbled indignantly as he tumbled onto the carpet. 

“Your hobbies are being a fucking action hero, you dumbass. That’s metal as fuck. God, apparently we have to date because you need someone around to tell you this shit.” 

Steve was on his back with his hair fanned out around his face. He was half smiling, all pink again. 

“You’re serious?”

Eddie scoffed “Do you really think I’d have let zombie hand touch my dick if I wasn’t serious about you?”

Steve wiggled the fingers. “Dude, it’s like fully unzombiefied at this point, you really gotta get over that.” 

Eddie leaned onto his palm.“Frankly, I’d rather get under you instead.”

Steve groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus, I used to think that shit was so funny and now that I know you’re for real it just makes me horny. This cannot be my weakness.”

Eddie tittered and rolled off the bed to join Steve on the carpet. And then he remembered he had permission now so he scooted until they were shoulder to shoulder, bare flesh pressing together. 

Steve pressed back against the contact and they stared at his ceiling. 

“Eddie.” 

Eddie hummed.

“…I’m pretty sure I’m… in love with you. If that’s… more than what you’re looking for I won’t be mad if you tell me. I’d uh. Prefer it if you tell me soon, actually.” 

Eddie tilted his head to look at him. He had his battle face on. Determined and brave for whatever came next. Eddie reached out to move a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. Steve blinked.

“Nah. Don’t worry dude, I started planning our secret California wedding like ten minutes after you stumbled up Gareth’s driveway.” 

Steve coughed a laugh that turned watery. Soon they were both laughing too hard to breathe and then Steve was kissing him again. 

They got lost again for a while and stayed submerged until a terse knock on the door had Steve pulling back reluctantly. He stared at Eddie for a beat longer before he swallowed and called upward.

“Uh. Yeah?” 

“I’m glad you guys are exploring your mutual needs or whatever, but the kids are home and I don’t want to be the one to break it to them that their dads are fucking.” Robin’s voice was dry, but even kiss-mussed Eddie could parse the humor. He grinned into Steve’s neck. 

“ Jesus.” Steve murmured, but he was smiling too. “Be right out!” He called and then swiveled back down to kiss Eddie again. 

A few kisses later and Steve licked at Eddie’s lips then sat up, offering a hand once he was stable. He snorted when the hand Eddie slid into his palm was shaking. 

“I kinda love that it’s so easy to rile you up, dude.” 

Eddie nudged him with a hip and went to find his shirt. “Not everyday I get ravaged by a Greek god, man. Let me live.” 

And Steve looked so pleased by that that Eddie just let the comment ride without teasing him further. 

As Steve reached for the doorknob he leaned back and eyed Eddie appreciatively. Then he held out a hand again.

“So. Boyfriends?”

Eddie took the offer and twined their fingers together. 

“Fuckin’ boyfriends.” 

Steve’s eyes crinkled and he threw the door open, pulling Eddie along behind him. 

 ⇎⇎⇎⇎

Only Robin seemed aware of the change. Oh, and probably Nancy. But Eddie still needed to be convinced that Nancy Wheeler wasn’t omniscient. Or maybe some sort of lesser deity. 

He and Steve ensured that they were properly clothed and decent before joining the rest of the squad downstairs. As soon as they came into view, a cacophony of teens vying for their attention pulled them from each other until the sun was low in the sky. 

Hopper returned with Joyce in time for a chaotic group dinner. They collectively decided on making a shitload of spaghetti and everyone split apart to attend to their various pasta-duties. 

Eddie was still feeling orgasm-stupid and had to be nudged back into stirring the sauce by Robin like, four times. The fourth time she stayed next to him.

When she was sure he could actually move a spoon in a circle consistently she leaned closer to mutter at him, real discreet like. 

“So… to be clear. I don’t want to know anything about what you two are up to because it’s like my brothers are macking and that’s… questionable.” 

Eddie snorted. 

“But I’m glad you figured your shit out. You both deserve nice things.” 

“…Oh Rob, you have no idea. Steve has the nicest thing—” 

“I’m out.” 

She stepped backward and Eddie linked her elbow so she couldn’t escape.

“Okay, I’m done! I promise.” 

She squinted at him but scooted back to his side. 

Eddie bumped her hip. “…Thanks. Thank you. I don’t usually have people rooting for me with, uh, romancey shit.” 

She smiled sadly. Probably relatable. 

“So, having you grinning at us whenever we touched butts or whatever was actually really nice.”

She snickered at the phrase touched butts as she added, like, way too much pepper to the sauce. 

“Jesus shit, Buckley we have kids eating this. Control yourself.” 

They nudged at each other for a bit. Then Eddie had a thought.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna ask— did you give Steve a pep talk or something? I feel like I kind of remember you guys bitching at each other when I was out.” 

Robin stared, eyes huge. “Holy shit, you did hear us.” She shook her head in wonder. “That’s wild, dude. I thought that was a myth.” 

Eddie shrugged. He didn’t have enough coma experience to compare notes yet. 

Oh. It would be cool if it stayed that way. 

Robin got over her scientific ponderings. “But yeah, I did tell him to get his shit together. Like, once you get a deathbed confession from someone you really gotta up the ante, right?” 

Eddie stopped stirring. 

The marinara burbled. 

“I’m sorry, who did what on which bed?” 

Robin was staring again. 

“Uh. Do you… not remember? Confessing that you had a “big fucking crush” on Steve and then dying in his arms?”

The spoon clacked against the side of the pot as he fully dropped it. “Uh no. I think I was too busy dying.” 

They stared at each other. 

“Holy shit. Poor Steve.” Eddie hunched down onto his knees and Robin switched off the burner before hunching down next to him.

“No! No, it’s super fine! It all turned out totally alright, yeah?”

Eddie thought back to Steve sucking his brain out through his dick. 

“… yeah it’s pretty alright.” 

“Ew.” 

“I didn’t actually say anything specific!” 

“ You didn’t have to,” she grimaced, “You get this like… horny little glint in your eye.” 

Eddie pushed her and she toppled. 

The sauce survived the ensuing scuffle but it was a near thing. 

Dinner was served buffet style and folks wandered in and out of the kitchen in a flurry of stray elbows and good humor. Eddie had never been in a household with so much fucking movement before. It was nice, but he also needed to step outside and breathe at least once an hour or he’d start getting real jittery. 

Heavy metal had nothing on like, ten fucking teenagers. 

In between navigating a million other bodies, he’d been sharing looks with Steve across every room all evening and it was hard to keep from just grinning like a moron. 

Steve sucked his dick and was in love with him.

And it only took saving his life, being accused of murder, and dying to get there. Small price to pay, baby. 

Well, not really. But he was reeling that he bagged the King himself. 

At one point Steve winked at him while eating a breadstick and Eddie almost fell off his chair. He’d heard Robin, a few seats down, whispering ‘ noooooooooo.’   

Soon, everyone was eating or talking and as things hit a crescendo, Eddie stepped away for a “smoke” break. 

He had ducked out just in time. He’d spotted Hop grabbing Steve (his boyfriend) by the arm. The chief looked serious. Eddie had listened in, tense. Wondering if the next nightmare was already beginning. 

But Hop had just given Steve a long look before asking “Wanna tell me why someone carved “be back soon” into the hardwood floor of my house ?”

Steve had tried to catch Eddie’s eye for help but he was already dancing away, grinning at his misfortune. 

Before the front door closed behind him he heard Steve protesting loudly,

“You were dead!” 

 Eddie was trying not to actually smoke until his hit points were fully restored so instead, he’d taken to sitting out on the porch and enjoying a lollipop. He was smiling stupidly up at the sky and basking in his sour apple reprieve. 

Eddie let the warmth of the night seep into his loungewear. There were lightning bugs weaving small loops above the grass and he let himself zone out, watching them bump around. It was fun to flirt at Steve but he wondered how open they were gonna be about this. Despite how wildly open minded Steve himself turned out to be, there were still a lot of other people in the equation. And being out was dangerous even when it definitely shouldn’t be. 

He wanted to tell Dustin, at least. But he had a feeling that if he did, everyone would know sooner or later. Dustin could keep a secret… sort of … but he also couldn’t control his face to save his life. He’d already been shooting Steve suspicious looks. Little dude clearly knew something was up but couldn’t nail down what it was. 

Jeff and Gareth already knew. Well, about the hospital incident, anyway. Those two had suffered for months while Eddie waffled and whined about missing King Steve and when Eddie finally got smooched they bought him a fruit basket. 

The card said “Congrats! Now please shut the fuck up.” 

The fruit basket was also for not dying. You can cover a lot of ground with some nicely decorated fruit.

Anyway, he was truly and thoroughly distracted which is probably why Will managed to get the jump on him. 

“Are you dating Steve?” 

Eddie choked on the lolly and after a short scramble spat it into his hand. He swung around. Will was looking down at him quietly. 

The kid had a similar presence to Wayne; soothing in aura but razor sharp once you started digging. Eddie hadn’t gotten a lot of chances to hang with him considering, uh, everything, but he remembered his soft sympathy on the phone when Steve had been kidnapped. 

He had an inkling about Will. 

Eddie coughed to get the sugar off his uvula and patted the ground beside him. Will sat. He was almost as tall as Eddie like this and man, if that wasn’t weird. 

He waited quietly and eyed Eddie without elaboration. 

Eddie stared back, twiddling the stem of the sucker between his rings. 

“Uhhh, well.” He broke eye contact and looked around the yard. 

“… it’s fresh, man.” 

He felt more than saw how Will’s posture shifted. He sat at attention. 

“Oh. Oh. You… you are.” 

“We are.” 

“…huh.”

 “Yup. Good instinct.” 

They sat together for a bit and watched the bugs do bug shit. 

“I thought Steve was kind of a ladies man.” Will said it slowly like he knew he was probing but didn’t really care enough to pull back. 

“Will, my dude. My man.” Eddie turned and put a hand on his shoulder. Will blinked at him, “Steve Harrington is an everything’s man.”

Will flushed a little, “Mm. Okay, that makes… a lot of sense actually.” Will’s eyebrows were pulling together. 

Eddie grinned. “Right? Once you realize it’s crazy obvious.” 

They hung out for a bit until the door swung open and Eddie’s boyfriend stood shadowed in the light of the house.

“It’s starting to simmer down back there if you two wanna come in.” He was leaning against the frame and looking at them with crinkled eyes. 

Eddie bit the last of the sucker to pieces. “Coming, your highness!” 

Steve rolled his eyes, but accepted the wet smacking kiss on the cheek. Behind them, Will “ eep’d ” 

Steve and Eddie turned to look at the kid who had flushed totally red. Steve blinked and registered what happened like two seconds later. 

“Oh. Oh yeah. Uh. Will. This is-“ 

“I know!” He held up his hands and then awkwardly put them in his pockets. “I mean, Eddie told me. Congrats.” 

Steve smiled. “Thanks, kid. Now get back in here; Dustin wants to watch like 30 movies and we need someone with taste to pick a decent one.” 

He ruffled the kid’s hair and Will ducked under his arm back into the house. 

Eddie feigned a sniff. “Our sons are growing up so fast.” 

Steve bumped his shoulder and then, after a moment of deliberation, squeezed his ass. 

“Alright, then daddy. We better get back in there.”

Eddie gaped.

“You cannot just daddy me and walk away. Who taught you that? Steve? Where did you learn daddy? Steven please.” 

The door slid shut with a clack. 

  ⇎⇎⇎⇎

They didn’t actually get to go on their date. Too much going on with the kids, too many people that still needed help, endless physical therapy appointments for Max— it was a lot. He and Steve had been boyfriends for nearly a month and they hadn’t even managed dinner and a movie. 

But Eddie wasn’t really complaining. They stole time together when they could and when they couldn’t, they made obscene hand gestures at each other when no one else was looking. 

True love. 

Eddie woke up in Steve’s arms, warm and sticky, for the umpteenth time. And he found himself thinking more and more that he really, genuinely wanted to do it forever. Even despite the fact that Steve slept like an asshole and couldn’t stay unconscious for more than like two hours at a time. 

Years of supernatural trauma can do that to ya. 

He crawled out of bed and returned with his guitar. He’d woken Steve up with metal once just to hear him yell in confused, musical terror before tackling Eddie back to the mattress. It was great fun.

Today though, he just sorta strummed quietly and waited for Steve to come around on his own. 

Steve woke slowly and seemed content to just watch Eddie fiddle with the strings. Eventually, he rearranged himself so he could watch more intently.

“So.” Steve started, voice still sleep hoarse, “Have you ever played with your ass?” 

Eddie nearly threw his guitar directly out the window. “UM. Wow, fuck warn a guy. Jesus, I’m gonna set the breakables down.” Steve waited politely as he gently put his baby aside. 

Eddie leaned against the pillows and observed Steve at a higher angle. He seemed poised but sported a silly little grin. His red ears gave him away. 

Horny little bastard. It was like, barely 9am. 

Eddie, who had never had a hypocritical thought in his life, reviewed the question. 

Was assplay with a dude gonna be a step too far? He always sorta wondered if there would be a line for Stevie. Eddie knew tangentially that anal wasn’t for everyone but, perhaps shockingly, not from experience. 

To be clear, Eddie thought about it all the goddamn time but it was always sort of a hypothetical. Not only in light of the epidemic but also because it seemed sorta complicated to delve into and the trailer wasn’t exactly a five star resort when it came to privacy.  

“Uh, not really, actually. Like I said before-- most of the stuff I’ve tried has been dick vs. mouth or dick vs. dick. Sometimes just hand to hand combat if we were short on time.” 

“…Wouldn’t that just be a handshake?”

“Extremely erotic handshakes.” 

Steve huffed. 

Eddie crossed his arms and thought back on his personal explorations. “Let’s say… I’m aware of the possibilities but haven’t had much opportunity to indulge.” 

Steve just nodded, he had reached out and was continually tracing the satanic tattooed face on Eddie’s hipbone. 

“So…. Why do you ask, Stevington? Curious to explore the backdoor?” Eddie twiddled his fingers under Steve’s chin and got swatted away. 

“Cool it, Rhyme-master. I was just wondering. Since uh.”

He trailed off and his cheeks got pink. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“It’s fine if you’ve done it with girls, dude I won’t be offended.” 

Steve laughed a little ruefully. “Well, not exactly.” 

…Wait. No way. 

“Have you done anal with a dude before?” Eddie hissed. The idea was… insane. “Steve you’re absolutely ruining my gay cred over here!” 

A pause. 

Eddie leaned into Steve’s space “Did you and Tommy fuck?” 

“Ew! Holy shit, absolutely not! Ugh.” 

Steve put his whole hand on Eddie’s face to push him back. 

Eddie batted it away and leaned back in. This was just too juicy.

“Jesus, then who ? There cannot be a bunch of secret Hawkins gays that I don’t know about.” Steve raised an eyebrow and glanced downward and then towards the guest room where Robin slept. 

“…Shut up, Steve. Just spill.” Oh. “Unless you don’t want to! That’s totally cool. I don’t need to like, know all your romantic triflings or whatever--“

“ Jesus, Eddie would just breathe for a second?” Steve was trying to look stern and failing, “I would tell you if you gave me space to say words. No, I didn’t fuck Tommy. No. I wasn’t fooling around with other dudes in high school. I wasn’t kidding that you were the reason it clicked for me.” 

Aw. Alright, that was still pretty cute.

Steve seemed to kind of work himself up to saying whatever he was gonna say. He’d started tapping at Eddie’s side.

“I’ve sorta been… trying stuff out on my own. After I got those, uh, guides. From the library. Mostly before everyone moved in but, I was curious?” 

…Forget surviving hell. This was the best day ever. 

“I need you to tell me everything.” 

The blush deepened. “I… I might tell you about some of it, but uh. Idunno a fair amount of it was just embarrassing and confusing.”  

Steve Harrington, fumbling in the dark and trying to figure out if he liked the feeling of getting fucked. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, and Chag Sameach this was the greatest spank bank victory in global history. Inform the UN. The Cold War is over. 

Eddie steepled his fingers and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and greeted his boner politely. 

“Alright. Steve. I’m going to tell you this once and only once.” 

Steve tilted his head and then nodded. 

“Anytime you say anything even vaguely sexual to me I will be happy. And there is an extremely good chance that I will jerk off about it later.” He opened his eyes. “You never need to hide that shit. Even if you think it’s embarrassing I definitely, absolutely, utterly want every single detail.” He tried to make it serious and inspiring but was grinning way too wide to read as anything but randy. 

Steve ducked his head and rubbed at a cheek with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I feel like I should have predicted that.” Then he looked up at Eddie through his lashes, eyes glinting. “Wanna see what I’ve figured out?”

“Fuck yes. I call dibs on getting dicked.” 

Eddie tripped trying to get his sweats off and Steve barked a laugh from the bed. 

Apparently a lot of prep was involved in getting properly dicked. Which was rude. But Steve talked him through it, library pamphlets open in his palm. They started early in the afternoon and took frequent breaks just to make out and talk about the kind of stuff Steve had already tried. 

At one point he admitted there was the handle of a hairbrush involved. It was vulgar and Eddie was obsessed.  

Then Steve’s fingers were in his ass and Eddie was ready to come like, twenty years ago.

Steve was apparently really into fingering. He liked doing it to girls, he liked doing it to himself, and he would probably be a fuckin’ savant at using a potters wheel if he was still looking for new hobbies. He pressed and kneaded and stroked so intently that he could have crafted Eddie a vase in the time it took to have him wriggling on the sheets. 

But enough was enough. There was work to do here and by god Eddie Munson was gonna take a dick sometime in this century. 

He pressed Steve backwards and took up his post on top. 

Eddie slid down until Steve’s dick was just teasing his ass. He was braced on his chest and trying not to do the stupid thing he wanted to do like just ram it in and go to town. 

No, he was being so cool about this. 

He finally lined himself up and sank down a little bit, and immediately it was just so goddamn good. 

“Oh— Stevie, there is a very real possibility that I just blow all over your chest here.” 

Steve was breathing hard below him, eyes lidded and trained to where their bodies had started to connect. “Isn’t … shit, that the idea?”

Eddie breathed a weak laugh. “No dude, I mean like now.” 

Steve flicked his eyes upward. “There’s no way I’m even close to your prostate yet. I looked at the diagrams for hours.” 

Eddie sank down some more and groaned, “Shit, shit, shit, oh fuck I’m really into this.” His brain caught up, “What? No it’s like the, pressure. The stretch~” he whined a little, drawing out the word and pre-come dibbled onto Steve’s stomach.  

“Jesus, if you keep making noises I’m gonna bust too. You’re so fucking hot, man.”

“Hey bud? Do me a favor and shut the fuck up.” Eddie squinched his eyes closed and tried not to blow his load two seconds into penetration. 

Steve laughed quietly and Eddie slid lower. They both hissed. 

“Okay. Okay, Jesus this rules. I’m good. I’m good. Fuck me a little.” 

Steve didn’t move for a second and Eddie slapped at his thigh.

“It’s go time, babycakes! Hit it!” 

Steve rolled his eyes and then his hips. Eddie giggled high and breathy. 

“Yessssssssss that’s what I’m talking about.” He tried to roll back in rhythm but was too punchy to stay consistent so he just rode the building wave of Steve.

There was a burn and a kind of heavy fullness that made Eddie feel like he’d been impaled again— but in a sexy way this time. Every time Steve canted to one side or the other, probing for what would feel best for Eddie, Eddie would drive down deeper in response. His instinct was totally right-- if he didn’t do something he was gonna cum like, rapidly. 

Steve didn’t seem to be faring much better. His stomach was clenching with every roll and his hands had gotten tighter and slicker on Eddie’s sides. 

Eddie bit his lip until he drew a bit of blood, trying to keep focused. The moment he gave into the sensations he was fucked. 

Ha. 

The pain helped a little and soon he was teetering on the edge but no longer plummeting. Which was perfect because he needed to be coherent enough to see the instant that Steve Harrington busted inside of him. 

Speaking of, Steve added more force to the next thrust and Eddie tossed his head with a quiet groan. They were rocking together in earnest and his curls were starting to plaster to the side of his face. Steve’s eyes were getting glazed and he couldn’t seem to look away from his dick going in and out of Eddie’s body. 

But then Eddie had an idea.  

Let’s go, roll for charisma you little minx. 

“You look so pretty down there Stevie, working so hard.” He murmured. Steve’s thighs twitched below his hands. Eddie changed his bracing position and leaned forward to slide his hand into Steve’s hair below. 

“Can’t wait to do this to you. Maybe I’ll lean you over in the kitchen and fuck you where the neighbors could see.” 

Steve’s stomach contracted and his knees kicked up a little. 

“ Ohhh, you like that?” It was getting harder to talk with the building heat in his groin but Eddie was nothing if not determined. “Like the idea of taking dick in public so everyone can see King Steve shake and cry?” 

“Oh fuck, Eddie that’s not fucking fair.” Steve panted. Eddie tightened his hand in Steve’s hair and Steve leaned into it.

“Come on, you preppy little slut. Do it harder.” 

 Steve slammed home and this time hit the bullseye. 

“Shit!” Eddie gripped the fistful of hair tight involuntarily and the feedback loop of Steve’s thrusts had them both an inch from tipping over the edge. 

Eddie moved his free hand off Steve’s chest and fisted his cock in rhythm with Steve’s movements. He was groaning in earnest now and leaning forward as everything started to get fuzzy around the edges. Steve pushed the advantage and hunched up just far enough to catch his panting mouth in a sloppy kiss. 

They pulled away in time for Eddie to mutter “ Good boy. ” Steve threw back his head and came with a shout, the condom twitching and heating inside of him. 

I win, bitch. 

Eddie watched every second of Steve’s release before he leaned back again to brace himself, one handed, on Steve’s thigh and pump himself to the finish line. He came, keening, with Steve still twitching softly inside of him. 

And then he immediately collapsed into a sweaty pile on top of his own jizz. 

Classy.

They panted in tandem.

When he finally started coming down, Eddie let out a reedy little giggle. 

“I had you clocked for dirty talk, so fast, Stevie.”

Steve was staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. “I’m gonna be totally real with you, I had no idea that would do it for me. Holy shit.” 

He turned to stare at Eddie and looked so gobsmacked that Eddie snorted into his hands. 

“Like, I’ve slept with a lot of girls and some were kinda mean but…” He gestured blankly. “You called me a slut.” A blink. “Holy shit. I think I might be a preppy little slut.” 

Eddie was cackling and slapping at his shoulder. He wiped a tear from his eye, “Dude, it wasn’t like a, a genuine analysis of your personality. I just needed to regain the upper hand.” 

“Well I think you got it. Holy shit. I came so hard.” 

Eddie bit at his neck. “Yeah I noticed. You’re kinda still inside me.”

“Oh, shit! My bad.” Steve eased out and Eddie shuddered. Turns out the landing was just as nice as take off. Good to know. 

They basked together for a bit longer, chest to chest, before Eddie finally had to peel himself off and plod to the shower. 

Steve stripped the demolished sheets from the bed and followed after. 

They kissed lazily under the stream and did a terrible job of actually showering.

They stumbled back, warm and vaguely rinsed and rather than digging out new bedding, just collapsed back onto the mattress topper. 

Steve stretched out and threw an arm over Eddie’s torso. “So… I’m getting a yes to butt stuff then.” 

Eddie was still giggly and was already feeling the burn in muscles he’d never really been aware of before. “Uh, yeah dude. Two thumbs up. 4 stars. The prostate was sort of a hit or miss thing but I like the whole ‘having you in me’ part.” 

“Yeah I got that.” 

Steve was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and his goofy, post-sex smirk. “I call getting dicked next. I feel like you’re gonna outperform the hairbrush.”

“Wow. If there’s higher praise out there, I’ve never heard it.”

Steve kicked at his side and then pulled him in for a kiss.

 ⇎⇎⇎⇎

They finally got their date. 

It wasn’t exactly a traditional wine and dine situation. Eddie smiled down at where Be back soon was still carved into the floor. Hop had started sanding it out but got sidetracked by shit that actually mattered. Eddie was glad it had stayed.  

They’d escaped back to the cabin on a rare day where no one needed them. Robin had practically shoved them out the door.

“I’ve got the gremlins handled please for the love of god go screw somewhere where I can’t hear springs squeaking.” 

They’d clambered into Bessie and, before he even realized it, Eddie was on autopilot back to that hidden forest road. 

Steve had laughed a little when he’d realized their trajectory. He watched the trees pass with a bleak sort of fondness. 

It was locked up when they arrived but the traps had been totally cleared away. Hop and Joyce were fixing it up to make it livable-ish and so far it looked like maybe half a coat of paint had touched the deck. 

The adults were similarly busy trying to piece the world back together. Turns out it took like, time and effort? 

Disgusting. 

“Dude be serious this is where it all began, don’t you have something profound to contribute?”

They’d had a makeshift picnic of warm beer and cold cheese sandwiches. Fed and sleepy, they leaned against each other on the shitty couch. 

Eddie had just been waxing poetic on meeting and finding love in the midst of chaos and Russian kidnappings. Steve made a considering noise. 

Steve took a long pull from his beer and then stood, grabbing both of Eddie’s hands. They swayed to a stop in the center of the room. Eddie’s heart ka-thunked as it always did whenever he was faced with the full power of the Harrington Care Bear Stare. 

“Thank you. I love you, Ed.” 

God. 

That was really all he had to say. The last two years were way too big to boil down to anything more or less than that. Eddie looked around the space and was hit with a sense of irrational nostalgia. 

And then Steve totally ruined the moment “-For fighting Russian lion tamers with me. And teaching me all about dick.” 

“God dammit, Steve I was having my Molly Ringwald moment and you killed it.” 

"I thought you hated Molly Ringwald?"

“No, I hate what she represents. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s just like, a person— that’s not the point. You redirected my rant, you douchebag!”

Steve snickered and then kissed him. “I’m getting so good at it. Be proud of me.” 

“I am.” Eddie kissed him back then grabbed his cheeks and pressed them together. Steve let himself be smushed around. 

“I love you too. For everything. And for letting me teach you all about dick.” 

Steve broke free and kissed him again for good measure. 

They sat on the floor where the fever-nest had once resided. Steve had his thinking face on.

“What’s the long term plan here, Ed?”

Eddie rubbed a thumb over the words on the floor and shrugged. “Do we gotta figure it out now? I was kind of hoping to make out on Hop’s couch. You know, before it gets weird that we’re making out on Hop’s couch.” 

Steve snickered. 

“Nah, we don’t gotta figure it out now. But it would be cool if we stayed together forever.” 

Eddie rolled so he could toss an arm over Steve’s chest. He examined his hands and finally pulled one of his rings free— the small skull and crossbones set in iron. He wiggled it into place on Steve’s ring finger.

“Til reanimated Skeleton monsters from hell do us part.”

 Steve just grinned at him all dopey. 

“Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.”

And then he fucked Steve Harrington on the floor of the cabin so hard that he cried when he came. 

Maybe dreams do come true. 

They were basking in the afterglow when the cabin walkie frizzled into noise. 

Dustin’s voice was harried and distorted.“—in, come in? Steve? Eddie? Hey guys, we need you back at the house ASAP. We need help and Eddie is the only one who can handle it.” 

The two shared a startled glance and grabbed their shit. Eddie hopped in and started Bessie while Steve re-locked Hop’s cabin in record time. Even while limping a little from the dicking. Such a good sport. 

“We’re on our way, kid.” Eddie promised the receiver. Steve tapped the dash, they shared a brief kiss, and they were off.  

“We gotta have a sesh.” 

“… That’s the emergency?” Steve asked. His voice was taut. 

Dustin scrambled, Eddie was still panting by the door they’d just sprinted through.

 “Just think about it! Hop is moving back to the cabin next week and Mike and Nancy’s house is like, almost livable. If we don’t start now there’s no way we’re gonna all be in the same place again like this basically ever. The stars have aligned!” 

Steve had his arms crossed. 

“They’ve aligned, Steve!” 

Lucas appeared with Max at his side, coming in from the patio. He listened in for a second and rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you’re still thinking about D&D right now? I thought we tabled that idea because it was stupid.” 

Then Will called out from the couch,“If you think about it, every time we all get together the world breaks a little more. Maybe we should hold off?”

That just got Dustin more heated, “I feel like the world is gonna break either way. Let’s enjoy it while it’s still intact!” 

Eddie flopped onto the armchair. The adrenaline had worn off and now he was thinking. 

“Maybe I should see if I can get in touch with the other Hellfire kids. Gareth is still in the area but I think Jeff’s family is south for the Summer. If we wanna make an event of it we may as well get the whole crew.” 

“You don’t think we have enough players already?” Steve murmured into his ear from where he’d crept up behind the chair.

Eddie scoffed. “You think everyone is gonna want to get in on this? I doubt it, Stevie.” 

“...I wanna play.” 

The arguments stopped as all eyes swiveled to Max. She was holding up one one of the dice, feeling it appraisingly. 

“Is there like an undead race?” 

And then everyone started talking over each other trying to come up with concepts that suited her. Soon, El was at her side and whispering something into Max’s ear. She grinned and turned to the party. 

“El wants to be a witch who can move stuff. I wanna be an undead monster. And I want two swords.” 

“That’s not how that works-“ Dustin started and Lucas shoved him. 

“It is now. If we’re doing this, we’re home brewing this shit. Every time we go by the book it comes true.” 

Silence reigned. 

It was a solid point. 

All of the kids were in. Eddie offered an invitation to Gareth who showed up a half hour later confused but hyped. Which was kind of his energy all the time so that was fitting. 

Jeff was on a hunting trip with his dad. Who, as everyone knew, was a prolific hunter. 

Eddie loved when a shot in the dark came to fruition. 

Steve directed the kids to move all the available tables into the center of the living room. They gathered chairs and made an aisle through the chaos so Max could cruise around the perimeter as she chose. Bit by bit, the whole crew had meandered into the living area and was getting roped into playing various characters. 

Eddie watched the potential participants figure out their shit. This was gonna be a doozy. The most he’d ever directed at once was maybe 8. 

He got distracted watching Steve count spots and play host. His boyfriend patted the Chief of Police on the arm. 

“Hop? You playing?”

“Uhhhh, I can uh. Referee?” 

Steve squinted. “I think… that’s Eddie’s job?” He looked over and Eddie nodded encouragingly. 

Yes, baby. Learn. 

Joyce was sitting next to Will “Honey, do you want to be wizards together?” 

The kid grinned and reached out to yank Jonathan down to sit next to him. “Wizard family?”

Before Jonathan could answer, Argyle was plopping onto his lap and crowing to the ceiling “Wizard famillyyyyyyy!” 

So that seemed settled.

Gareth was showing Nancy a rulebook which she flipped through with pinched brows. The scene was so idiosyncratic that Eddie was still staring in awe when Steve rejoined him at the head of the table.

“Are you gonna be able to handle this many… uh, players? Isn’t it supposed to be like, 5 tops?”

“You doubting me, Steven?” 

Steve laughed and opened a folding chair to sit beside him. Dustin was squinting at them from across the room. Calculating. 

“Never. How about I help out? I can, hm, do the math?” 

They stared at each other and broke down into giggles. 

“Okay shut the fuck up, you don’t gotta say it.” 

“No, I’m only good at D&D math. We’re on even ground, baby.” 

Robin came over and sat her chair directly between them. She pushed their faces apart and got cozy in the spot in the middle. Steve leaned against her shoulder without missing a beat.

“You sure you didn’t want to invite Vickie? I feel like she’d be down with this.”

Robin tilted her head, considering. 

“Mmmm, no it’s okay. I still think she’s cute but I’m pretty sure I’m in love with your Ex.” 

“Ah.”

“Yup.” 

Eddie and Steve both blinked and spun to stare at her. She was hiding a shit-eating grin with her fist. 

“Are you fucking for real?”

Robin sat up and raised an eyebrow.

“Can you blame me?”

“No.” Steve and Eddie said in unison. 

And then they were both staring at Eddie. 

He shrugged and all three broke down into wheezing laughter. 

The game was… the most confusing and erratic thing Eddie had ever tried to manage in his life. And that included the mob of a million murder bats. 

He was trying to get everyone to introduce their characters but there were so many questions that they were getting nowhere. 

Finally, Steve stood and clapped his hands. He bellowed in his best mom voice- “Everyone shut the fuck up and let Eddie do his fucking job!” 

It worked. The word of Mom Steve was eternal. Even in the face of literal moms. 

Eddie kicked his feet against the leg of the table in glee.

”Fucking hell. This is why I’m gonna marry your ass.” 

Then he leaned over a horrified looking Robin and kissed Steve right on the lips. Steve grinned at him and returned a peck.

Silence. 

And then all hell broke loose. 

Fin