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Steve was strapped for cash. He knew how he was perceived by others. Spoiled rich boy- the kicker was he wasn’t. Well atleast not anymore. He did alright for himself. He and Robin were able to afford a small two bedroom apartment on their own. She was working dispatch for UPS a package delivery company and had snagged Steve a driving position to deliver the packages.

People had expected his dad to set him up with some cushy office job to carry on the Harrington name for the company. Steve hadn’t wanted that. When he made it abundantly clear post graduation and a few shit jobs in his back pocket between Scoops! Ahoy and Family Video his dad cut him off and sold his childhood home the last nail in the coffin of their father-son relationship.

The best thing he got out of working those jobs? Robin Buckley.

Robin realizing that king Steve and Steve Harrington were two very different things. Robin who’s stomach churned nervously and more than a little drunkenly when she came out to Steve to be received in an unexpectedly accepting way- a conversation Steve revisited sober with his own confession of attraction to the same sex. Their bone deep friendship solidified for life in those moments.

Each of them a safe place for the other. They held onto each other as they waded through what life was shaping up to be after high school.

That’s what brought them to being roommates still in Hawkins as Robin took night classes at the community college and worked her dispatch job to pay for the education. When Steve completed his route for the day he’d crack open a beer and hang around the apartment. Sometimes Dustin and the rest of the party would stop by. Nancy and Jonathan were away for college out on the East coast and sticking together, both making it out of Hawkins.

Steve didn’t know if it was just the familiarity, but he liked his home town. He chatted with the clerks at the grocery. He waved to the parents of the kids he had babysat, he even still kept an eye on Holly when Mrs. Wheeler was in a pinch and Mike was unavailable.

The kids were all Juniors in high school now.

Time kept moving on and it had Steve in a restless cycle.

Dustin still kept up his friendship with Eddie Munson. He and the party would do a few campaigns a year with the guy and some of the others who had been part of the club and still planted in their home town. Steve had met him enough in passing over the years because of Dustin. The interactions always left him feeling off his game. Robin would tease him mercilessly about them- The way Steve turned into a stuttering mess or shut down to a quiet resting bitch face in his presence.

Steve thought the guy was hot, sue him.

Dustin took Steve’s awkwardness around Eddie to indicate his dislike for the other man. It was far from that. Steve just had no game when it came to not looking like a fool in front of Munson. Quiet was his best option when he had no control on what words would fall from his lips in front of the metal head.

Steve knew Eddie had finally graduated. He knew that even after all his big lunch room speeches and anti-Hawkins propaganda that he worked part time bartending at the Hideout. He also had a suspicion the guy still was a dealer- as much as Steve could go for a bit of pot he usually went out of town to buy just to avoid the interaction. Something else Robin wouldn’t let him live down. He had no clue how he went from having a reputation of being flirtatious and charming to avoiding someone based on his fear of rejection.

It felt totally different putting feelers out for men than it ever had with women. Steve knew the signs and body language with them, the flirty flip of their hair or the way they’d inch their skirts up while sitting close. He shook off the thought. He couldn’t even really afford to take someone on a nice date now. He was a little low on funds.

He found himself sitting on the couch post shift knowing Robin wouldn’t be home from classes for another two hours brainstorming how he could make some extra cash and his stupid mind wandering to Eddie and his wide brown eyes and plush lips. His dick stirred at the thought. He slunk to his room and pulled out a tucked away skin mag as he dipped a hand into the waistband of his sweatpants.

He turned the pages slowly as he worked himself up.

Thinking of the way Eddie’s voice curled teasingly around the syllables in his last name, Harrington, he wrapped his hand loosely around himself interest growing. He knew what page he’d end up on.

He stroked more firmly to the long haired man holding the paddle. Shirtless but with his long legs encased with tight ripped jeans and punctuated by heavy black boots on his feet. If Steve squinted the guy kind of looked like Eddie, nose too sharp and eyes too blue to be the real thing. His breath hitched and his movements sped up. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and groaned with his release.

Hazy senses coming back to life as he idly flipped through the magazine. The ads at the back catching his eye,

Wanted: phone sex operator. Comfortable with male/male situations. Make your own hours, build your clientele, and make bank! Call to set up an interview.

It was like a sign, he couldn’t ignore it. How hard could that be? Ha, hard.

He chuckled and ripped out the ad getting up and padding out to the only phone in the kitchen.

Steve dialed the number.

***

Three days later and Steve was gainfully employed with a second job. The voice on the other end, Murray, had walked him through what a typical call would be like. The longer the person stayed on the line the more money was made, he emphasized staying anonymous for safety, and provided Steve with some scripts to draw inspiration from.

He complimented his voice and ability to improvise. His own excitement at the prospect of someone new to be making his business more money. He assured Steve that there were precautions in place and if anyone made him uncomfortable to hang up and report the number to block it in the future. It all sounded fairly easy-

Listen.

Respond.

Talk sexily and play along.

Get paid.

How bad could it be?

***

Turns out some calls could be pretty bad.

It had been two weeks now and Steve had created his alias, Sammy. Depending on the caller Sammy was a young stud, he could top or bottom, be pushed around- a lot of callers wanted to be in control of him, hear him beg and whine.

Steve sometimes felt like he was playing an X rated version of building a character sheet like the kids played in DnD. It removed him from the equation. It might be something Sammy was up for but it didn’t have to be something Steve would actually do.

It was fantasy.

Some callers just wanted to chat too, get off, and kill the loneliness. It wasn’t the worst gig and he actually was making pretty decent supplemental income. He had been hiding it from Robin but their phone bill was noticeably higher so he came clean about it to a very flushed and laughing friend.

‘Dingus, I don’t care as long as the bills are paid!’  She emphasized and she didn’t care if it was making them more income. Steve promised if he could squirrel enough away they’d be able to use some for a vacation that summer.

It wasn’t until three weeks in that he got his first call from him.

***

“Hey handsome, this is Sammy, how can I please you?” He answered the now new second phone line set up in his bedroom. Murray told him the bill would be a tax write off, whatever that meant.

It was a generic greeting something to get an idea of what the caller would want for their duration on the phone. The voice that answered had his stomach swoop. A reaction he hadn’t once had from anyone so far.

“Handsome? Huh? Well aren’t you a little charmer, Sammy.” The voice rumbled.

It had a pleasant cadence. A lot of the initial responses he got were straight to it right off the bat-

Gonna fuck you hard make you come untouched.

Want you to choke on my cock, whore.

You’ve been a bad boy Sammy, what am I gonna do with you.

Which all were fine just generic and not in the least bit intriguing. He knew on those calls he’d have to do his best to not come across bored.

“Me charming? I suppose if that’s what you like, handsome.” Steve flirted back.

The voice chuckled over the line, “Called to get off and instead get flirted with, I’m not sure I mind it too much. Not really sure what to expect.”

“What would you like me to call you? We can get up to whatever you like.” Steve asked breathily.

“How about Ted? And I think I’d like to hear what you like Sammy, gets me worked up to know what my partner is into.” He said tone still strong and keeping Steve hooked.

“Me? I like getting you off, handsome. Wanna make you come. What works you up?” Steve redirected.

“Uh-uh gimme something honest to work with, just one thing.” Ted replied, “How about I go first? Sometimes I just like the build up. Before clothes are off all the grinding and wandering hands. I had some meaningless hook ups in bars and I can’t wait to actually take my time with someone. Hours of kissing and edging up to the main event. The idea of that gets me going. Now you.”

Steve didn’t often actually get turned on with these conversations but the confessional type of approach Ted was using had something stirring below the belt for him,

“Really? You wanna know something that gets me going? Panties. Sometimes I like wearing pretty lingerie. Never actually done it for a partner, just for myself.” He replied just as candidly.

“Sammy, now that, that is something I’d love to envision.” The caller's voice went thinner upon his own confession, “What color?” Ted asked.

“I have some in pink, and yellow, lavender- I have a friend buy them for me. She made fun of me but I  wouldn’t want any rumors to start.” Steve shared in a heady tone.

He heard rustling over the line he hoped his caller was touching himself thinking of Steve in panties, “I’d want to be fucked in them, have someone worship me in the lacy fabric. Push it to the side and take what they want.” Steve continued, it was a fantasy he often used when getting himself off never one he shared on the call line.

“Aw, baby, Sammy- I’d be honored to do that to you. Kiss you so deep as my hand trailed over your stomach and dipped into you panties, got me so hard.” Ted groaned.

“I’d be so good for you Ted. Open up my thighs for you.”

“I’d finger you open, make you beg for my cock. God you’re probably such a princess, want me to do all the work.” Ted said as his voice hitched on the word princess.

Steve was rock hard.

“Princess? Well you better treat me like one then, if you wanna come in me you’d have to. Don’t you wanna come in me?” Steve teased.

“Fuck, fucking yes.” Ted shouted out as Steve smiled to himself self satisfied at another pleased customer.

“Yeah so big and filling me up with it, so good at filling me up Ted.” Steve said as he listened to the other man come down from his orgasm.

“Jesus H. Christ, I thought this was gonna be so corny, I fucking came so hard though.” His client said as he regained himself.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, “Well I’m glad you came.” He said cheekily.

The caller chuckled again in his velvety tone, “You’re something else, good at improvising and painting a picture for me to get into. I don’t even care if you lied to me, picturing some guy in panties for me is something I’m holding onto.”

“The panties thing stays between you and me, got it Ted.” Steve said in a jokingly firm voice.

“Ha, got it baby, your secret’s safe with me. You got a schedule for this?” The man asked softly.

Yes, Steve thought to himself, non-creepy repeat callers were the goal, “Yeah between six and nine in the evenings Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. If you call the same number have,” Steve hated using Murray’s sex line name, “Bearded Daddy patch you to Sammy.”

Ted laughed lightly again. “Bearded Daddy? What am I getting myself into? Jeez, next time I’m gonna make you beg to come baby.”

“I look forward to it. Gonna make you work hard for it, gotta treat your princess right.” Steve played up.

He heard the other man mumble, holy fucking shit, away from the phone before replying, “Yeah Princess, I’ll call soon, have a good night.”

The phone disconnected, Steve was still half hard.

***

Eddie had no fucking clue what his damage was.

Alright maybe he did, living in a small town with slim pickings had him a little desperate to connect and to get off. He didn’t have the gas money to spend every weekend up in Indy for a hook up, especially when it wasn’t always the safest choices.

The Hideout catered to a lot of freaks in their radius but it was same faces, a lot of the queer folk were already coupled and some of the others looking for a bathroom hook up were so far closeted it made Eddie feel like a scumbag after. How many married dudes can a guy blow before it loses the appeal? Especially when aforementioned guys didn’t offer much in return.

He didn’t really have the funds to move and he didn’t have the heart to ditch Wayne anyway. He liked a lot of aspects of his life. Gareth stayed in Hawkins too working at his Dad's auto shop. The kids were in their junior year. Eddie had a social life…just no prospects.

He found the ad posted in the sex shop off the main interstate out of town and had ripped the number from the paper. Worst thing it would be laughably bad- it’d make for a hilarious gross out story to tell Gare.

Now he’d never bring it up to anyone since apparently Eddie was a guy who got off with a phone sex worker. He tugged a hand through his long hair and groaned out defeated. The guy on the line, Sammy, clearly a fake name had him hooked. Panties? Come on. Eddie couldn’t help but picture it on an athletic distinctly male frame.

New low, He thought to himself as he laid out on his mattress, such a loser, his mind berated him.

He tried to shake the thoughts. Grabbing a joint from his nightstand and lighting it as he puffed it lazily. The banter had been fun and the orgasm was strong. He refused to feel bad about himself. No one needed to know.

***

Steve’s week was passing by comfortably. He wore his fitted brown uniform as he delivered parcels during the day. He was lucky his route didn’t suck. It covered the Southern end of Hawkins and bled into a small portion of the two neighboring towns.

He stopped by the trailer park with a package for Max. He always loved delivering to houses he knew people at. He kept a stack of post-it notes in the truck for this reason alone. He grabbed a marker and wrote out a little hello to Max before dropping it at her doorstep.

Munson stood on his porch puffing on a cigarette as he watched the whole process. Steve lifted a hand to wave and pretended to keep busy to avoid having to interact. The slightly older man was in low slung sweatpants that gathered at his ankles, one leg pushed up, and a black band tee that showed more than a sliver of abdomen.

He looked like he had just woken up…at almost one in the afternoon.

Steve felt his eyes track down Eddie’s body before Eddie finally waved back with his signature smirk in place. The wave a tiny wiggle of fingers that also seemed to say, caught ya lookin’.

Steve threw a quick head nod his way and jumped into the driver side to head back on his route. Crisis averted, and somehow he still felt like he came across as an idiot.

He pulled out from the trailer park and to his next destination. Steve briefly rested his forehead on the steering wheel, why am I like this? He’s just Munson.

He shook off the feeling that had washed over him and forced himself to get back to work. He had his evening gig tonight and he didn’t need lingering thoughts of how much of a disaster he was to seep into that aspect of his day.

He took in a deep breath and blew it out. Pushing the air out of his lungs and making himself head into the back to grab this locations delivery. He willed his mood to shift and continue with his day.

***

Ted had called again the next week around the same time. The interaction something that made Steve smile when Murray patched the call through, “Ted? You come back for more, gonna make me beg?”

A breath was sucked in down the line, “Aw princess you remembered? Hope you can be good for me tonight.” He said in such a light teasing tone.

Steve was hard already.

Fuck, he thought to himself. He had more than a few repeat clients now and none had this effect on him. He adjusted himself and vowed not to touch his dick during this interaction. He had a firm rule about not getting off with clients, it’d be creepy. A boundary blurred that he’d rather not cross.

“I don’t know Ted, how well can you keep me in line?” He played up.

“Hmm, so you’re making the choice then, you want to be a brat.” The voice curled around Steve’s brain in a delicious way.

“Me? A brat?” He chuckled, “I don’t know about that, handsome, let me just…sink down to my knees for you, is that what a brat would do?”

His client groaned, “No, maybe you’re more of a tease then. Spent all week thinkin’ about you in panties.”

Steve felt himself flush he knew Ted didn’t actually mean him. He meant whoever he had pictured as Sammy. It still felt hot to have someone outside of Robin know one of his secrets.

“Oh yeah? Want me on my knees in lacy red panties? Ted they barely cover my cock, you make me so hard.” He said in a believably sultry way.

He heard what sounded like the phone being resituated and soft curse words being uttered, “Baby, you don’t know what that does for me. The way they’d stretch across your ass, how do you expect me to keep my hands to myself.”

“You could touch if you asked nicely.” Steve retorted primly.

The other man let out a surprised laugh, “Cheeky. No you stay on your knees for me, you can watch me touch myself while I appreciate you in your panties. If you’re good I’ll let you taste me.”

Steve let out a real breathy moan, he was more than embarrassed at how much he wasn’t pretending he was into everything this client was saying. In theory- Steve had kissed some guys. Exchanged handjobs, but nothing further. All of it still felt so new and electric to him even if knowing his orientation wasn’t.

He wondered briefly what Ted looked like, why he’d be using a sex line. Maybe he was hideous? Or maybe he was shy in real life. Steve couldn’t help but picture dimples and tattoos- the image wasn’t helping himself keep his hands above the waist.

He cleared his throat, “I can be good for you Ted. Let me show you?”

“I’d reward you with rubbing the head of my cock against your lips princess, have a taste baby, I’m  now cruel.” Ted said in a teasing tone.

“I’d open my mouth for you, if you wanted to put it on my tongue, let me make you feel good, please.” Steve whined out.

“Fuck, Sammy, you’re hungry for it, huh baby? Need my cock in your mouth? A little slut for me.” The man said with his voice edging into needy.

“Makes me so hard when you use my mouth, Ted.” Steve said as he ignored his aching cock.

“You have been good for me, suck me off babe, tell me how you’d take me.” The words came out quick, Steve could hear movements speeding up, he could recognize when someone was close.

“I’d take you in slowly at the tip and try to swallow you down the rest of the way, so big, Ted you make my eyes water want you to come down my throat.” Steve moaned off the words playing it up for dramatic effect.

A litany of curses came down the line, “Fuck, baby, guess I was more worked up then I thought. You know if this were real I’d have pulled you up from your knees and gotten you off while tasting myself in your mouth.” He said sleepily.

“Jeez Ted.” Steve slipped, “Sounds like you’d be pretty generous.”

“Yeah, I’d wanna be.”

“I remember, said you’d like to take your time with someone.” Steve said thoughtfully about their first call.

“You really do remember, princess. Thanks…for this.” He said awkwardly.

“No problem Ted. I’m glad you called again. I like getting you off.” Steve replied, coy but closer to honest than he wanted to be.

The man chuckled, “Thanks baby, have a good night.”

“You too.” Steve said softly as the line disconnected.

He leaned back against his pillows and willed his erection to go away. His stupid body wasn’t listening when Murray patched through another caller. The guy wanted to be mean in a way Steve wasn’t really into. It killed what had been remaining of his interest pretty quickly.

***

Steve was inwardly pissed unfortunately in a small minded place he couldn’t voice why he was pissed to his dealer. The asshole had made some homophobic comment followed by how lesbians weren’t a real thing they just needed the right man to fuck ‘em.

Well, fuck him, Steve thought.

He had feigned forgetting his wallet and left abruptly. All he wanted on his day off was some bud to help him relax and enjoy the day. He was twenty-two and worked hard, he deserved to enjoy himself after all the deliveries and depraved requests he did this week. He had the expendable income-

Fuck.

He’d have to reach out to Munson. He didn’t know anyone else in the business. Steve was back at his apartment still fuming over the interaction he’d just dealt with as he dialed Dustin’s phone number,

“Henderson residence.” Dustin answered with a bored inflection.

“Dusty, light of my life, teen brainiac-“ Steve laid it on thick.

“Cut to the chase.” Dustin sighed.

Steve laughed, he knew the kids knew about Eddie dealing. He also knew in some roundabout way Eddie was the person they went to when they became curious at the beginning of Junior year to buy from. Eddie had insisted they smoked with him their first time and in a safe place. Steve wasn’t stupid he knew the kids were going to try stuff- he actually really respected how Eddie had handled it.

Mike was really the only one who regularly toked now and the rest had their curiosity sated. He knew Dustin and El would on occasion and the rest of the group even less. He didn’t feel awful asking Dustin this, “Hey pal…uh…Eddie still dealing?”

Dustin snorted, “I thought you ‘knew a guy’ Steve.”

“I didn’t expect the attitude today, Henderson.” Steve volleyed back.

“Fine, just Suzie isn’t sure if she wants to keep up the long distance thing and I get it but-“

Now Steve understood, “Still sucks, you can get it and be upset Dustin.” He said kindly.

“Thanks man.”

“Wanna hang instead?” He offered.

Dustin huffed out a laugh, “Nah, kinda wanna wallow a little until I have plans with the party later, yeah Eddie still deals. It’s Saturday so just head to the trailer. Don’t kill each other.”

Steve shook his head, “Dustin I like the guy just fine.” More than actually.

“Sure you do.” He replied sarcastically.

Steve rolled his eyes, if only you knew how much I don’t hate him, he thought inwardly.

“Yeah, yeah, keep your made up rivalry going strong then. Thanks for the info, sorry about Suzie. If you need to talk you know I’m around.” He offered.

“I know. Thanks Steve, for always being cool with me.”

The sincerity took Steve by surprise, “Anytime Dusty, later.”

“Later.”

***

Steve pulled up to Forest Hills and braced himself in his car, don’t be a fucking dweeb about this, he looked up at the trailer wondering why it all felt so daunting. He tried to round up any semblance of his confidence and got out of the car.

He knocked on the door, it was mid afternoon so he didn’t think he’d be inconveniencing the guy too much. He heard movement inside. The door swung open,

“Harrington.” There it was the way he made Steve’s last name sound coming out of his mouth.

“Munson.” He said back.

The man was wearing his ripped black jeans and his Hellfire shirt from high school, he was a bit broader than he had been then by the way the shirt stretched across his chest. The hem was cut off and rode up not quite meeting the waist of his jeans. The small peak of creamy skin felt almost pornographic to Steve’s frazzled mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, love an unexpected visitor, but are the kids all okay?” He asked, features shifting into something actually worried.

Steve shook off his thoughts and regained himself, “Yeah the dorks are all good, just stopping by seeing if I could buy an eighth.” He was proud of himself, this was the most normal interaction they’d maybe ever had.

Eyes on the prize Harrington, get your weed and go.

Eddie waved him inside, “You coming to lil ol’ me for a hook up? Say no more! Why the switch up, your dealer run dry?”

Steve shook his head he had brushed past Eddie to enter the trailer. He’d been in here before with Dustin and Robin but it felt different now, alone.

“Uh, no, turns out the guy’s kind of a dick…” He trailed off.

Eddie’s brow furrowed, “Who was it?”

“Ron over if Brighton.” He answered.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, the movement drew attention to the column of his throat and the hem of his shirt riding up higher.

Fucking be normal, Steve.

“Guy’s a total asshole, racist, sexist piece of shit.”

“Yup, didn’t really know until he said something homophobic today.” Steve said before he even realized what he was saying.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. Curiosity piqued since he figured king Steve would be just as stereotypical as the rest of them.

Steve figured this conversation would atleast show him where Eddie stood on the matter, “Nothing, just don’t really wanna buy from someone who hates gays so much. Or that they can be switched or fixed or whatever- I pretended I forgot my wallet. You don’t gotta problem with any kinds of people Do you Munson?”

Eddie was surprised, he put his hands up in a placating gesture. “Nah, just Nazis and homophobes, really.”

Steve nodded, “Cool, so about that eighth?”

Eddie laughed, “Yeah man, I can do that- you got your wallet?” He winked at Steve.

Steve felt a blush creep up as he fumbled it from his pocket and procuring the bills to cover the weed and handing them to Eddie.

He grabbed a baggie and handed it to Steve, “Y’know we’ve got the kids in common, and we’re both still in Hawkins, surprised our paths haven’t crossed more, I don’t have work til later, wanna smoke a joint with me? Test the product, a peace offering or whatever?”

He looked kind of nervous it made Steve feel less awkward, “Sure, Munson. Let’s see about your supply.”

They sat down on the worn couch as Steve eyed the array of mugs in the kitchen, Eddie offered him the first toke. Steve lit up and breathed in effortlessly. He caught Eddie’s gaze lingering in his lips as he passed the joint.

Eddie going though the same process and holding the smoke in, Steve exhaling then Eddie.

“I’m kinda surprised that comment made you stop buying from Ron-“ Eddie clocked the affronted look on Steve’s face, “No, just, good surprised.”

Steve schooled his features, “People are just people. Fuck him. That shit doesn’t make you wrong, acting like him makes you wrong in the head.”

Eddie grinned at him lazily, “Right on, Harrington. I knew the kids weren’t having me on, guess you are a good dude. Thought you hated me.”

Steve laughed out his current inhale, “Nah man. People just kind of expect me to be something I’m not.”

Eddie was beginning to get that. They passed the joint down to the roach, talking music and the kids, “You and Buckley are together, right?” Eddie asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Steve cocked his head, “We live together.” He answered.

“Whoa, making an unhonest woman outta her, huh?” Eddie joked.

Steve cracked up, “Nah, so far off base Munson. Rob’s my best friend.”

Eddie had assumed Robin and Steve had been together for years even if the pairing seemed a little odd. The pieces were starting to slot into place. Steve was melted into the couch cushions.

“So not your girlfriend?”

“Very platonic, but she knows all my secrets.” He started giggling again.

“Ooh, gimme one.” Eddie said with a sly smile.

“Give you what?” Steve asked.

“One secret and I’ll give you one too. That way we’ll have to become friends.”

Steve thought about how much more he’d want than friendship with Eddie.

“When Tommy, Carol and I were in sixth grade I was terrified I’d be a horrible kisser so we practiced on each other.” He said straight faced and looking at Eddie.

He held out his pinky, “This doesn’t leave the trailer.”

Eddie hooked his pinky with Steve’s and shook on it. His smile a beacon shining on the droopy couch.

“Every couple of months I sell to police chief Hopper.” Eddie shared back.

Steve threw a hand over his mouth as he barked out a laugh, “Oh my god.”

Eddie grabbed his biceps and steadied him, “We pinky swore!”

“Friendship established, Munson. How could I live it down if people knew I willingly kissed Tommy and Carol?!” Steve joked back.

Eddie cracked up the pot in his system making the statement more than hilarious.

“Fuckin’ Hop, what a hypocrite! Can’t say I’m totally surprised though.” Steve said as his laughter subsided.

The two were sitting much closer now.

Steve pushed himself up to create more room between them, “Thanks for sharing a joint, think I gotta head home, but uh, it’d be cool to hang out sometime.”

Eddie got up slowly and clapped him on the back, “You should come by the Hideout sometimes, Robin too- I’m there like five nights a week.”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, for sure.”

He opened the door and made sure he had his eighth and wallet, he gave Eddie a silly salute that had Eddie laughing again as he left.

Maybe he wasn’t a total disaster, he hoped he wasn’t. Steve started up his car and drive home at a snails pace.

***

Eddie sat back on his couch. He didn’t know what wormhole he walked through, but Steve had been fun. He’d always thought he was just some stuck-up, hot, dick head from afar. Maybe he was like Eddie.

Eddie wanted to push that boundary. Hell he said he had kissed Tommy Hagan, now that image lived in Eddie’s skull. He adjusted himself in his jeans. High and horny and having to be at work in an hour.

His mind wandered to Sammy. Who after three phone calls was now taking on the physical form of Steve. Steve in panties his mind started to conjure as he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the fly. He’d whipped the pants on when he heard the knock, forgoing underwear, he knew what he was doing was more than a little depraved.

He made a mess of himself in minutes as he got himself up to take a shower before work.

***

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“Rob, Robbie, Robbie rabbit-“ Steve greeted her.

“What? Steve, Stevie, Stevie stoat, fuck that was awful can’t think that fast on my feet, what’s up?” She answered as she came in from her weekend shift.

“What the fuck’s a stoat?” Steve questioned Robin’s frowning face.

“Kinda like a weasel, I think?” she shrugged and flopped on the couch next to him, “What’s goin’ on?”

He caught her up on his earlier dealer problem while he listened to her ample tirade about what an asshole Ron is, he agreed when needed and fully backed her up, his own initial anger over the situation a low simmer at this point over the scumbag he used to get his pot from.

He eased into the second part, “So I ended up going to Munson instead.”

“Yeah? How’d it go? You didn’t like trip over your feet or forget your name did you?” Robin joked.

“Fuck off Robs, he invited us to stop by the Hideout and, uh, we smoked a joint together. I don’t think he totally thinks I suck anymore.” Steve said happily.

“You mean you didn’t let on how much you wanna su-“ she started with a sly grin.

Steve threw a pillow at her mid sentence.

“Uncalled for, but yeah, kinda true.” He shrugged sheepishly as Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“You brought it up!” Steve yelled at her then added, “You could invite Vickie, see if she wants to grab a drink at the dive bar…get a better idea of why she broke up with her boyfriend.” Steve hinted.

“Dingus! She doesn’t like girls!” Robin said exasperated over the conversation they’d had a dozen times.

Vickie had also stayed close getting her Certified Nursing Assistant training and working at a local hospital while she made her way through the nursing school program at the same community school as Robin.

The two women sharing a break between classes in the evening that they’d often grab coffee together while catching up on work for their next classes.

“I dunno I still stand by my Fast Times theory. Vickie might like girls too. Y’know, like how I am.” Steve said.

Robin shoved her bare feet between his bicep and side, “Fucking freezing, Buckley!” Steve complained even though he held them tighter to his body to warm her up.

Robin snickered, “I’ll invite Vickie, okay? We can both be total embarrassments, whatever.”

“Speak for yourself.” Steve said haughtily.

“Y’know the kids always mention Eddie never has a girlfriend…” Robin brought up.

“He asked if we were dating.” Steve shared.

“Recount the whole everything with me!” Robin demanded.

“I’ll try my best, I was pretty spaced for some of it. Way better weed than Ron ever had.” Steve said.

“Fuck Ron!” Robin hollered as Steve laughed.

He went to launch into his Eddie Munson recap to the best of his abilities as Robin kept up her commentary, “Sounds like to me Eddie ‘The Freak’ might be into dudes...into you.”

“Nah, he was just trying reach out an olive branch or whatever since we’re in the same area, and have the Party in our lives-“ Steve downplayed.

Robin cut him off, “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Steve narrowed his eyes at her, “Fast Times, Rob.” He threw back at her.

“I said I’d invite her!” She whined back pitifully.

The two started laughing at their pathetic excuses for a love life, “Pizza?” Steve asked.

“On you?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, I only had to speak to four perverts to pay for it…” The two began laughing again as Steve got up to call in their usual order.

***

The weekend passed by with Steve being called in for a Sunday shift, it was stupid to pass up when he would make extra pay for it. He pushed the idea of visiting Eddie at the Hideout out of his mind as he got lost in the current top pop tunes during his route.

That evening Robin had been stirring some stovetop instant mashed potatoes when Steve walked into their apartment, “I ran into Vickie at the grocery.” She was going for nonchalant and missing by a mile.

“Oh, and you didn’t trip over your feet or forget your name?” Steve bitchily threw back at her from the day before.

Robin flipped him off, “Thursday,  got it? We’re all going to the Hideout on Thursday. Vickie said it’s their weekly trivia night. Okay? See- I asked.”

Steve engulfed her in a bear hug,  “Proud of you Robbie. Thursday, shit, we have plans!”

Robin chuckled, “Yeah dingus, we have plans.”

***

Monday night Murray patched through Steve’s favorite regular, it made it the last time slot for his evening. He was grateful after the amount of degradation he took on the last call- no kink shaming but the man seemed hardcore in a way he wanted Steve whimpering and crying. Steve wasn’t even sure how to act it out for him on the call. He had let Murray know maybe if the guy called again Steve wasn’t the best fit for his needs.

He sunk back against the headboard of his bed and got comfortable. He tried to reground himself and be fresh for the conversation, “Hey handsome.” Steve greeted.

“Princess, just the voice I wanted to hear tonight.” His client said with a needy edge, “Been thinking of you all weekend.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile to himself, “Oh yeah? Thinking of me how?” He asked suggestively.

The man on the other end of the line chuckled darkly, “Thinking of you underneath me. My hands mapping out your body. Seeing what kinds of reactions I’d get from touching you- you like your nipples played with Sammy?”

Steve answered truthfully, “No one’s ever paid them much attention.”

“What? Then no one’s treating you right princess, touch them for me, gentle at first. Just brush over them.” Ted gave it like a soft command.

Steve let his hands wander, palmed over his nipples. It felt nice, a little strange. He didn’t really pay them much attention when it came to getting off.

“You touching yourself for me?”

“Yeah, palming over them, feels alright, they’re starting to respond.” Steve answered.

“Wish it was me Sammy.” Ted groaned, “scratch over them lightly.”

Steve squirmed and breathed out into the receiver. “Yeah, Ted, feels better.”

“I'd bite them and tease you princess, pinch them until your skin flushed for me, I’d get you so sensitive.” Ted purred out.

“Fuck, you’d spoil me. How can I spoil you Ted. Want you to feel good the way you make me feel.” Steve said as he flipped his hard cock under the waistband of his sweats.

Today was a test to keep his hands off of himself.

“I’m so worked up getting you squirming and leaking for me princess. I’d make you mess up your panties with how wet you’d get for me.” He said with emphasis on what a mess he’d make Steve.

“I’d roll over for you, want you to shove your hard cock between the lace and my skin, have you rub over my hole. I want you to add to the mess in my panties, Ted.” Steve whimpered at the end, he could picture it, ringed fingers holding onto his hips as an insistent cock thrust over him without entering.

“Fuck, fuck, princess that image is mine forever. I’d keep rubbing the tip over and over you- I, I’m so close.” His client ground out.

“Yes, Ted, please, please come inside my panties. You’re ruining them for me like I want you to.” Steve begged his cock weeping out a wet spot on the band of his sweatpants. He thrust his hips in small movements- technically he wasn’t touching himself.

“Jesus Christ. Holy fu- princess.” Ted sputtered out as he moaned over his own release. He panted into the phone, “Made a mess of myself. Ha, wish I could touch you, see how you’d really like the way I’d play with you.” He said mindlessly.

Steve whined, he couldn’t believe those words and the friction from his sweatpants got him there but he came in his pants like a thirteen year old, “Fuck Ted, you know we can’t, but I just know you’d be so good to me.” Steve leaned over to grab a kleenex to minimize the stickiness in his sweats.

“Yeah that was weird of me to say, I didn’t mean like, a stalker or some creep just- I picture you one way and your voice is so hot, Sammy. What color are your eyes?” Ted said in his post orgasmic haze.

Steve chuckled he hadn’t taken the client’s words as a red flag, “Brown, but light brown, I get told my hair’s my best feature.”

“Yeah? People tend to notice my hair first, but pretty sure my dimples win out for best feature.” He responded.

Steve bit back a smile, “You have dimples? You have adorable dimples and wanna explore my body? You’re a fucking heartbreaker, handsome.”

The man laughed lightly. Steve heard a lighter flick open and the client’s following inhale, “You’re good at this, you talk to all the boys like this?” He asked with no real heat.

“Honestly? No. None of them know I’m into lingerie either. Just you.” Steve let himself fess up. The caller could live anywhere in the state of Indiana.

“So I am special to you, huh?” He said almost as if he was preening.

“You’re somethin’.” Steve said in a catty tone.

“And there’s the brat peeking through. Like that about you too, y’know. The bitchiness that comes through. Even if it’s just for the time being and over the phone you’re the most excitingly person I’ve been with.” He said devastatingly sincere.

Steve cleared his throat, “I, I look forward to your calls Ted.” He answered just as honestly.

“Yeah baby? Thanks. I gotta hang up now though, as much as I’d like to stay on with you.” His client said, “G’night princess, talk soon.”

“Good night, I’ll be waiting.”

The line disconnected.

Steve was developing feelings for a caller. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was here.

He pushed himself up from his mattress and padded to the bathroom to shower. The sticky residue in his pants reminding him of how the caller reduced him to this.

Wishing for someone in his life to take an interest in him like the caller had.

He stood under the hot spray of water and pictured a kind smile with dimples as he shampooed his hair knowing Robin would be home from her night classes soon.

***

Eddie always loved shifts with him and Gareth working. He knew the patrons did too- how could you not want to pinch Gareth’s baby face? He was freshly twenty-one and only picked up two nights a week after he was off from the auto shop.

Luckily enough the owner, Bill, finally trusted the two of them to man the bar and close up together. Hell, he’d been letting them in the establishment well before their twenty first birthday’s the gig was overall pretty easy.

Book some bands, maybe play if Jeff was in town from college, sling some beers and shots- no one really ordered anything fancier than that in a place like this. Maybe break up a fight if necessary, but there was kind of a bouncer for that. If he stayed awake through his entire shift.

Thursday’s were the best week day for making money outside of the weekend. Trivia night started up at Eddie’s insistence, he needed an outlet for his Dungeon Master energy. Once Bill realized the kind of turn out it started to garner he gave Eddie an hour and a half time slot every Thursday evening to host them.

Gareth was trying to read the answer sheet over Eddie’s shoulder, “Gare-bear, kindly fuck off, no feeding answers to the regulars for better tips.”

The bar seats were mostly filled and there were only a handful of free tables left. Gareth elbowed Eddie, he turned to the younger guy, “What is your deal?” He snapped at him.

Gareth nodded towards the entrance, “Nothin’ just thought there might be something of interest to you walking in.” He played off innocently.

The thing is Gareth sort of knew about Eddie. Their closeness a  warm familiarity that one time in their shared senior year while baked out of their minds Eddie may have confessed his long term attraction to Steve Harrington- and of course Gareth’s drug addled brain held onto that information post smoke session.

Gareth had just played it off cool. He teasingly asked Eddie if it was the polos or the BMW that did it for him and Eddie told him to never bring it up again. Friendship solidified over a joint and a piss poor excuse for coming out.

Eddie’s eyes found who he was talking about and immediately thought back to Steve’s high secret. His skin felt too tight as he took in the bronze haired object of his long term attraction in a fitted plain white tee shirt under his navy members only jacket. Steve’s Levis had a way of hugging his thighs that felt almost as unfair as when Eddie had first spotted him on his UPS route in the dark brown shorts during summertime.

Steve seemed to be looking for a spot for himself Robin, and- Eddie remembered Vickie from high school too. Steve spotted Eddie he raised a hand and waved. Eddie shoved the answer sheet under his arm and walked over, he could feel Gareth’s gaze on his back, “Hey, you came in.” He stated the obvious.

Steve looked to the floor then back up to him, Eddie had a few inches on the guy, the extra height felt like an advantage somehow, “Yeah, I brought it up to Rob, and she invited Vickie. Um, trivia night, right?”

Eddie smirked, “Oh yes, come find a seat, I will be your benevolent host for Trivia this evening.” He leaned in closer to Steve, “Don’t worry we don’t take virgin sacrifices or anything- well not anymore.” He tacked on jokingly.

Steve’s eyes went wide as he caught the words than chuckled, “Would’ve been safe either way, Munson.” He winked and grabbed a table close to the bar and where Eddie stood at his makeshift podium for his announcer position.

Eddie grinned back at Steve, he was glad they were able to finally connect. Steve avoided him like the plague when he’d be around with Dustin. Robin came up and set the pitcher of beer down on their sticky table, “Munson, as I live and breath, ready for a new table of trivia champs?”

“Bucks, good to see you, you sound awful confident about winning. Watch yourself.” Eddie forewarned.

Vickie gave him a quick wave as Eddie announced to the bar that Trivia would be beginning in, one minute, he yelled out.

“Get comfortable, and don’t get too cocky.” He saluted them and assumed his spot for the duration of the game.

Steve, Robin, and Vickie chatted between questions and grappled over answers to write down. It was hard for Steve to focus on anything but the way Eddie strutted around the bar and totally owned the announcer title throughout the trivia game. The questions we divided into four categories and Steve had utterly lucked out to one of them being a sports one- the only one he could really shine with.

Their team ended up snagging second place which had the girls cheering and drink tokens being handed out to them for tonight or, next time in.

Eddie made his way over to them as Robin was just starting a story about Steve ripping his shorts at Scoops! Ahoy, “So this is like second week in, me and Stevie barely know each other- the dingus over here washed his uniform in hot water and dried it on high heat so it shrunk over one complete size-“

Steve cut her off as Eddie grabbed a seat, “Rob seriously? And I mean c’mon why would some themed ice cream shop require their teen employees to freaking dry clean their horrendous uniforms?”

Eddie grinned, “No, no Robin, do go on.”

Steve covered his face with his hands. He knew how this ended, you had to wear briefs with the uniform. Boxers bunched and showed through the shorts even before he had shrunken them.

“So as I was saying- there Steve is, shooting his shot with some college girl who is maybe lukewarm about the interaction. She asks for the one flavor that needs to be switched out so Stevie goes to grab the barrel and is rolling out the tub, squats to pick it up and place it in the front freezer and just riiiip the seam on the back takes a vacation and his red-“ Robin breaks off into tearful laughter as Vickie giggles behind her hand.

Steve had two drinks through the night since he drove but Vickie and Robin finished off the pitcher and have gotten some vodka shots. Steve would win tomorrow when Robin undoubtedly woke up hung over.

Eddie leaned close to him, “Red, huh? Matching the uniform?”

Steve snorted, “I like a good coordination moment, sue me.”

Eddie laughed not expected the answer and being drawn in even more by Steve’s bright blush staining over his cheeks, “Did it work, did you get the date? Feel like it would almost work in your favor.” Eddie teased but deep down meant it. What he wouldn’t have given to be there and see Steve’s magnificent ass bust through those comically short work shorts.

Steve punched out a laugh, “No, not even close-“ He and Robin said in unison.

“Her boyfriend showed up.” Which sent Robin into another peal of laughter.

Steve still had both jobs the next day and it was nearing midnight.

Gareth was waving Eddie back towards the bar. They had paid for drinks as they ordered and were squared up, “Thanks for stopping by, see the Hideout doesn’t completely suck.” Eddie said being pulled in by the magnetism that was Steve to stay and chat as the other man stood too.

“Nah, might even come back…service could be better though.” Lies, he thought to himself, the way Eddie had commanded attention during trivia and all his little jokes would light up Steve’s brain for days.

Eddie threw a hand over his chest, “Go for the jugular, princess.” He joked.

Steve froze at the word.

He regained himself in another beat, a lot of people used it, it didn’t belong to Ted…Ted, Ed…Eddie? No.

Steve shook off the train of thought, “I should probably get the girls home.” He smiled.

Eddie let his hand squeeze Steve’s bicep, “Come around anytime.”

His smile grew brighter as he tried to tamper it down. Eddie wanted him to come around, “Maybe, Munson.”

Eddie smirked and shook his head as he walked back to join Gareth.

Steve corralled the girls back out to the car as Robin gave him obvious and drunken eyes over his interaction with Eddie.

“C’mon you two, you both need water.” Steve huffed as he got in the driver side.

“Boo!” Robin hounded him as she slid in back with Vickie.

“Really gonna make me chauffeur you two?” Steve griped as he started the car and headed to drop Vickie at home first.

With the amount of time Vickie spent looking at Robin tonight and peppering in casual touches Steve  knew his theory was right- he knew the signs! He couldn’t wait to analyze it with Robin when she woke up with a roiling stomach and a vow to never drink again!

***

Steve’s route had been a hardship on Saturday. He rotated weekends and was just finishing up and getting back to the loading warehouse where he parked when the skies opened again to another fitful blustering storm.

He dropped off the keys at the intake desk and dashed out to his car between rain drops before it really picked up into something fierce. His timing couldn’t have been better as the onslaught of rain increased as he flipped on his headlights and turned his windshield wipers to high speed.

It was early evening and all he wanted to do was change into sweats and crawl to the couch hoping there’d be some movie marathon he could get lost in. On his was home he saw the outline of a van on the side of the road, hazard lights flashing to show it’s presence as the down pour blurred visibility.

Not just any van, it looked like Eddie’s van.

Steve slowed and pulled over.

It was Eddie’s van.

The owner of the van was drenched and trying to use a jack to lift the rear end of the vehicle when another intense crash of thunder rumbled overhead.

Hell no, Steve thought to himself, the level of danger Eddie was putting himself in trying to change his flat in a torrential storm with lightning flashing across the sky seemed dumb even to Steve.

He unrolled his window, “Munson! The fuck you think you’re doing?” He yelled to be heard over the high winds.

Eddie froze his hair was plastered against his face and scalp and his leather jacket was doing fuck all to keep him dry, “Got a flat!” He yelled back.

“It’s dangerous! Get in my car, it can wait ‘til it clears up, grab your keys and just lock it!” He hollered through the small crack in his window.

Eddie dashed to grab his keys and locked the vehicle, he ran to Steve’s passenger side and slid in, “Uh, sorry, gonna ruin your interior.” He looked down at his sodden form.

Steve blasted the heat, “Fuck my interior you’re out there tryin’ to get yourself killed.”

“Careful, you sound worried about me Harrington.” Eddie smirked. Even making himself look hot as a drowned rat.

“Yeah I’m worried, do you know how much damage control I’d have to do for Dustin if anything happened to you?” Steve said sarcastically.

Eddie cracked up, “That kid would mourn my loss for months. It’s fucking awful out. Absolutely pissing down.”

“Months? Try decades dude, Dusty’s obsessed with you. My place is closer, wanna come dry off and wait it out until it isn’t idiotic to change your tire?” Steve offered already on his was to his apartment.

He knew Robin was at Vickie’s again this evening. For someone so convinced Vickie wasn’t into chicks they did an awful lot of date like things together.

“Idiotic? Idiotic would’ve been staying in my car like a sitting duck for lightning, you brat.” Eddie joked.

Steve clocked the word brat just like he had with princess a few days ago. People said that shit, but so did Ted. Eddie kind of-

No.

Steve admonished himself, those ideas would only mess with his head. Wishful thinking.

“If I’m a brat I wouldn’t have stopped to help.” Steve said haughtily, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

Eddie snorted out a laugh next to him. They parked in the covered car park for the apartment minimizing how much they’d have to run to dodge the raindrops.

“Ready to run for it?” Steve asked.

Eddie stared at him. “Dude I’m soaked through to my boxers, running or not isn’t gonna make me any more dry.”

Steve cocked his head as he raked his eyes over Eddie’s form, “True, I’m still gonna book it though, I don’t just wake up with this hair.”

Eddie laughed brightly, “Alright princess it’s your world and I’m just passing through, let’s make a beeline on three-“

“One, two-“

They opened their respective doors and dashed as Steve yelled, “Three!”

He couldn’t shake the nicknames, now everything Eddie said or did Steve had himself trying to compare voices, and jokes, anything Ted had mentioned for Steve to plausibly link the two together.

He unlocked the door and pushed Eddie inside, “Let me grab you a towel, actually- wanna just shower?”

Eddie stood stock still and wide eyed. Steve Harrington just offered him his shower…what fuckin’ porno did I just walk into? He thought to himself.

“Um, whatever puts you out the least man, I can just towel off.” He shivered from the damp cold creeping into his bones as he stood in Steve’s entryway.

“No man, you look freezing, just go take a hot shower, I’ll throw your stuff in the laundry.”

Eddie vowed to himself to be quick, “You got it, sounds kinda good I’m fuckin’ freezing.”

“Well take your shoes off, me and Robs might not have the nicest place but we aren’t animals.” Steve chastised at him.

Eddie laughed at the display, so close to the way Steve treated the Party. It made his chest ache with the way Steve begrudgingly babysat all of them. Always the protector.

He lead Eddie down the hall to the shower and pointed out the hot and cold levers as well as his shampoo and soaps, “Do not use the flowery stuff, Robin will murder both of us, I swear to god Munson.”

Eddie cackled as he closed the door on Steve as he backed out.

***

Eddie stood under the warm water now wielding the knowledge that Steve’s shampoo and conditioner were rosemary and peppermint scented and literally mouth watering. The peppermint made his scalp tingle pleasantly.

He wondered what it smelled like on Steve.

He nixed that line of thinking to avoid getting hard in the guy’s shower. He rinsed his hair one final time and turned the shower off. All he spotted was a towel when he got out, fucking awkward-

Eddie padded out of the bathroom but avoided coming into the living room, “Uh, hey, Harrington thanks for grabbing my clothes to dry- but all I’ve got is the towel.”

“Oh, oh shit, sorry Eddie. There’s clean sweatpants in my top drawer. Sorry! I’m just making us some pasta.” Steve called back.

Eddie checked the first room, cluttered in clothing and books, door number one was a no.

He swung open the second one and there were plain dark sheets a boom box, some sports magazines, an in room phone line, swanky- bingo.

Eddie let himself walk to the dresser and opened the top drawer as Steve had instructed. He still felt nosy between seeing the shower and now Steve’s room. Thunder crashed loudly outside getting him to jump as if he’d been caught doing something wrong.

Eddie eased open the drawer and grabbed a pair of black sweats. He paused, there were clean boxers in here, but that would be crossing a line. So Eddie was just expected to act sane as he sat commando next to Steve while wearing his sweatpants.

At the back of the drawer something colorful caught his eye, he tugged it out further, not just one something, multiple somethings.

Colorful lacy panties neatly folded at the very back of his dresser.

Eddie dropped the sweatpants as if he’d been stung. His hand moved on it’s own accord as his fingers wrapped around the light purple panties. Something depraved snapped into place in his mind.

The door swung open, “Having trouble finding them?” Steve asked as Eddie held the skimpy garment in his grip.

Steve registered what he was seeing and his face bloomed crimson, “I- I can explain, um they’re from a, uh, hook up! She left them as like a keepsake!” He could hear how shrill his voice sounded even to him.

Eddie clenched his fist around the fabric his own eyes met Steve’s, “It’d be okay if it wasn’t from a hook up,” He cleared his throat and said barely above a whisper, “Sammy?”

Steve felt like his heart was ricocheting off his ribs. His vision tunneled, “T-ted?” He pushed out.

Eddie gave him a tentative smile, “Knew you’d be a princess.”

Steve let himself melt down to sit on the floor not trusting his legs to keep him upright. He let out a manic laugh, what were the odds? He let his face fall into his hands.

Eddie tugged the sweatpants on under his towel and approached Steve slowly. The layer of clothing making him feel more secure, less vulnerable, “Please don’t be mad. Or, or embarrassed- it doesn’t have to mean anything, but just know Ted was very into Sammy.”

“Fuck, fuck.” Steve whined out.

Eddie gently put his hand on Steve’s knee, “It’s just me and you who know. I can keep my trap shut Harrington. Do you even like guys?”

Steve’s head snapped up at that. “What? Seriously that’s what you ask?” He let out a harsh laugh, “Yeah Eddie, I’m bi.”

Eddie’s smile softened, “Thanks for letting me know. I’m gay, incase you missed that point.” He squeezed his knee comfortingly.

Steve finally locked eyes with him, “Sammy was very into Ted too. For what it’s worth.”

Eddie tried to bite back his smile, “Um, I’m actually kinda into you Steve. I just always thought you were woefully straight.”

The silence stretched.

“Yeah?” Steve rasped. “The reason I would always bail when Dustin or Robin hung with you was because I liked you.”

Eddie let his hand hold onto Steve’s wrist, the other still holding the lavender panties in his grip, “You liked me, so you’d ditch me?”

Steve felt less mortified, “I’m always looking like an idiot in front of you, it was easier to make myself scarce. Save face or whatever.”

“Apparently that works for me…princess. I’ve liked you since we were in high school together.” Eddie slipped in the pet name to see Steve’s reaction.

Steve grinned. He unfolded his legs and let his hand graze Eddie’s cheek, he guided him in for a kiss- just testing the waters. Lightning lit up the sky outside, Steve felt electric.

Eddie pulled him into his lap as Steve’s hands trailed over his bare chest, fingertips outlining the tattoos as he passes over them. He thought about the way Ted had told him to explore himself. It had Steve squirming in his lap already.

Eddie broke the kiss, “Bed?”

Steve nodded and pulled Eddie along with him when he stood up, he took the panties from Eddie’s hand, “I…” He trailed off and blushed feeling emboldened by Eddie’s confession of liking him for so long he continued, “I could show you these, on me, if you’d like that too.”

Eddie made a wrecked sound, “If I’d like that too? Are you trying to kill me right now? I’m trying not to come just thinking about you in those.”

Steve beamed and dipped out of the room yelling over his shoulder, “Be back in a sec!”

Eddie sat on the bed, his hair still damp and smelling like Steve’s products, how was this his life?

Steve came back to his room shirtless and with his Levis unbuttoned, Eddie saw the peeking of purple fabric at the waist. He curled his toes and willed his cock to chill.

Steve walked closer to him.

“Nobody’s ever seen you like this before, baby? Just me?” Eddie asked.

Steve nodded, “You and Robin are the only people who know these exist.”

“She’s the friend who bought them for you?” Eddie’s fingers skimmed down Steve’s abdomen the muscles dancing under his touch.

Steve nodded words escaping him.

“Remind me to thank her.” Eddie said as his dimples played across his own cheeks. He pulled Steve closer to join him on the bed.

He laid him out on his back as Eddie angled himself over him, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Steve pulled him in for another kiss, “Please touch me Eddie, please.”

Eddie let his hand trail over Steve’s chest, lightly playing with his nipples, Steve’s breath caught, “Better when you do it.”

Eddie smirked, “Oh yeah?” He pinched as Steve squirmed and moaned.

“Yeah, so much better.”

Eddie dipped his face down to kiss down Steve’s neck and clavicle. His hand tracing Steve’s chest hair and pinching harder as he sucked a hickey at the hollow of Steve’s throat.

“More.” Steve breathed out.

Eddie chuckled against his skin, “Knew you’d be a princess, god just as pretty as one Stevie.”

Steve’s cock was rubbing against the lace of his undergarment as Eddie’s hand tugged his jeans lower. Steve could feel Eddie’s own insistent hard on rubbing against his hipbone. The feeling was intoxicating as Eddie kissed and nipped down his chest.

He eased off Steve’s jeans.

Eddie sat back on his heels and took in Steve in the lavender panties. They were high cut on the legs making his thighs go up forever, his cock strained against the material as the head poked out the top of the waistband. Eddie let his fingers trace the elastic. Barely touching Steve in the process, “Eddie, Eddie.”  The man beneath him whined.

Eddie pulled at the elastic of the leg and let it snap back on Steve’s skin. He trailed a knuckle up and down Steve’s cock. This is what he had meant. All this working up his partner was getting him wet and leaking in his borrowed sweats.

“What’d’ya want Stevie?” Eddie asked with heavily lidded eyes.

“Want you to rub off against me, I wanna slide your cock next to mine in the panties.”

Eddie gathered Steve’s wrists and pinned them above his head, “You’re perfect.” He ground out as he dragged his still encased cock against Steve’s. Steve’s thighs opened wider to accommodate him.

“Pants off Eddie, please, need you.” Steve begged.

“Sound so good for me when you beg.” Eddie mused as he kept Steve’s wrists pinned with one hand and lowered the sweats with his other.

He guided the head of his hard cock up and down the length of Steve’s through the lace the light friction not close to enough.

“Eddie!” Steve cried out as he rolled his hips up to gain more connection.

Eddie chuckled, “Desperate for it princess.”

“I’ve been touching myself thinking of you for months, way before Ted. So please have some fuckin mercy Eddie.” Steve whined.

Eddie squeezed his wrists and let go, “You deserve it Stevie.”

He tugged harshly at on of the leg holes of the panties and slid his cock to be nestled between Steve’s erection and the crease of his hip. Steve whimpered at the contact, finally what he wanted.

“So wet for me baby.” Eddie said as he thumbed the head of Steve’s cock. He started to thrust himself at a shallow pace against Steve.

The image alone had him edging closer and closer to his orgasm. He leaned over Steve and open mouth kissed him sloppily as his hips started to grind down with more urgency.

Steve slung one of his legs around Eddie’s waist, the angle changing perfectly and urging Eddie closer, to thrust deeper against him, take what he needed. He humped down with more insistence as he broke the kiss and shared the air between them.

“Eddie, Eds, gonna come.” Steve panted out as Eddie felt his hot sticky release.

He thrust harder against Steve, his cock using Steve’s come as more lubricant for a few more erratic thrusts as he spilled inside the wrecked panties with a cut off groan their messes intermingling.

“Fuck, princess, so good for me.” Eddie said voice almost as wrecked as the lace encasing them.

He kissed Steve again and eased his cock out from next to Steve’s over sensitized one.

He dipped down and grabbed his towel from earlier and wiped them off.

“So the panties just as good with a partner?” Eddie asked as he laid next to Steve.

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never come so hard in my life.” Steve choked out.

“Wanna stay over?” He asked.

Eddie gave him a sly grin, “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me, princess.”

Steve let his smile overtake his face, “Like, could I take you on a date sometime?” Steve asked.

Eddie giggled into his neck. “’m free tomorrow, once my van’s fixed.”

“Tomorrow it is then.” Steve agreed excited that something in Hawkins was working out for him.

***

He and Eddie made it to the kitchen for the now lukewarm pasta to feast on. The rain was still coming down.

The phone trilled as Steve answered it, “Steve and Rob’s”

“Dingus, it’s me. I’m staying at Vickie’s tonight, the weather’s too shit to drive home.” She said.

“Yeah? Uhh long story but Eddie’s spending the night here…” He said in a hushed tone.

Eddie smiled down into his bowl of noodles.

“Yeah?” Robin said surprised, “Also, um, you win about the Fast Times theory.”

Steve let out a loud whoop happy for his friend and triumphant in his win, “Congrats, Robbie!”

“Don’t sound so smug! Details tomorrow?”

“Yup, talk tomorrow, night Robs.”

“Later, dingus.”

Steve hung up, “What was that about?” Eddie asked.

Steve just grinned, “Nothing. I just have a feeling our date’s gonna go well tomorrow.”

Eddie crowded his space, “Confident, I like it.”

***

Murray had laughed when Steve let him know about his resignation.

“Young love, I knew it once.” He sounded wistful.

“Yeah well thanks to the sex line, kind of?” Steve said happy Murray was taking his quitting so well.

“Young, perverted, kinky, love. Enjoy it kid.” He said before disconnecting.

***