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Eddie really can’t imagine what he would’ve thought about all this, five years ago. 

It’s not like Steve and Eddie knew each other in high school— but they certainly knew of each other. Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington was never loud or disruptive— no, he commanded a room simply by existing in it. Eddie, on the other hand, had to make himself known. He worried, back then, that in that respect, he was similar to Tommy H. 

Eddie knew even back then that he looked at Steve too often. But it was hard not to watch him. Harder not to want, to ache from afar. It wasn’t until Tommy H. started shoving Eddie a little harder in the hallways, glaring with more warning, and — memorably, once — dislocated his shoulder, that Eddie finally tucked tail and backed off. Fucking jocks. Territorial chihuahuas. 

Point is, Steve didn’t have a history with Eddie before Vecna, but Eddie had a history with Steve. 

Which makes this, hanging out in Steve Harrington’s backyard with the people he saved the world with at four pm on a Saturday, so much stranger. Especially when said people push him into the pool and it isn't with ill intent. 

Gasping for breath, Eddie scrambles for the lip of the pool, heart thundering at the shock of cold water swallowing him. 

“What the hell?” he gasps. He wipes at his eyes and glares up at Steve, who looks just like Christmas came early. 

“Oh my God.” Steve’s grin is shit-eating. “You look like– like-” 

“Chewbacca,” Robin volunteers from the sun chair. 

Steve honest-to-God cackles. 

“You guys are fucking mean.” Eddie full-body shivers, teeth chattering together. “Do you cool the water or something? Jesus.” 

“Here.” Steve stretches out a hand. He raises an eyebrow when Eddie hesitates. Reluctantly, Eddie lets Steve haul him out of the pool. 

“Fuck, fuck, fucking– fuck,” Eddie complains, sopping wet, hair flat against his forehead. He’s fucking freezing, and Steve’s laughing at him. 

Somehow, it doesn’t feel like it’s at his expense. 

“Okay,” Steve lets go of Eddie’s hand, and turns to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle. “Because I'm a nice host, I'm gonna get Chewbacca a change of clothes, and then I was thinking… shots?” 

A round of hollering follows, and Steve grins again, wide and real. It's so different, from how he'd smile in High School. 

“C’mon, man.” Steve gestures for Eddie to follow.

Eddie shudders, but follows. “Better have a goddamn jacuzzi in your room, dude." 

On the way upstairs, he watches Steve’s back muscles work as he follows him up the stairs. His eyes catch on Steve’s hands on the railing, his fingers, and he takes a shallow breath, focusing instead on how cold he is. 

“These okay?” Steve asks, when he’s found a pair of black sweats. 

Eddie takes them. “Yeah, whatever’s fine.” 

Steve nods. “You okay going commando?” 

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Already was, man.” 

Steve pauses, swallowing. Going a bit red, he puffs up his cheeks. “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Um, here’s a t-shirt, I’ll just– be outside.” 

Eddie gets changed quickly, stripping out of his soaked clothes, and into Steve’s warm, comfortable ones. He wrings his hair out as best he can, not really caring how wet Steve’s floor’s getting (payback, for pushing him into the pool in the first place). When he’s done, he calls out, “I’m decent!” 

Steve pops his head back through the door, opens his mouth as if to say something, only to stop, eyes caught on Eddie. 

“What?” Eddie kicks a little at the pile of wet clothes on the floor, not wanting Steve to see how insecure he makes him. 

“Nothing,” Steve says, stepping inside. “Just… weird. Seeing you in my clothes.” 

Eddie grimaces. Aches, suddenly to be different. To be soft and pretty like a girl. To be so small Steve’s clothes fit him loosely. Most of all, he wishes he didn’t have to change to be desirable. 

“So, um,” Steve chuckles nervously. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Eddie twitches. “Okay?” 

“And, um. You can say no, I promise I won’t make it weird, or whatever. I just– figured I’d ask. No harm in that, right?” 

“Shoot.” 

“Wanna fuck?” 

The world slows down. 

Eddie must’ve heard him wrong. Must’ve, because that doesn’t make any sense– 

“Uh, do I— do I want to- what?” Eddie asks breathlessly. He backs up, hitting the edge of Steve’s bed, heart beating wildly. 

“Fuck?” Steve sounds unsure now, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, like— have sex, do the tango, um, intercourse—“ 

Eddie flings himself forward, slapping a hand over Steve’s mouth. 

“Jesus, Harrington.” He flickers his eyes to the door, wincing when a wave of laughter echoes from outside. He turns back to Steve with wide eyes. “Look, don’t— don’t fuck with me like that.” 

Steve shakes Eddie off of him, laughing, like it’s funny. Doesn’t shove Eddie away, his hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder, finger twitching there. “I’m not fucking with you, man.” 

Eddie feels the lump in his throat and swallows it down. Truth be told, he has no fucking idea what’s going on right now. Steve’s his friend. Or— Eddie had hoped they were, at least. If this is some sort of prank... Eddie isn't sure he'd get through it, really. 

He’s still getting used to hanging out with everybody outside of running from the law. He still suspects, sometimes, that he’s only invited to hand out party favours. But as if determined to prove him wrong, Steve always swings the door open with a flourish, wide, welcoming smile on his face. And now— 

Steve’s hand twitches again. Eddie feels electricity zing through his bones. 

He inhales sharply, is about to ask Steve again what he wants, what he means, when Steve’s grip on Eddie’s shoulder tightens, and suddenly he’s right there, lips grazing Eddie’s softly. 

“Steve,” Eddie breathes, going a bit cross-eyed to stare at him. Steve holds himself still, waiting. “Steve,” Eddie says again, before giving in, eyes fluttering shut as he presses his mouth to Steve’s. 

Steve hums softly, other hand coming up to grip the back of Eddie’s neck, and Eddie shivers. Steve's lips are soft and a little wet. Warm. Inviting, and, Jesus, Eddie's so fucked. 

“That’s it,” Steve says against his mouth, before pressing closer, tonguing gently at Eddie’s lower lip. 

Shuddering, Eddie opens his mouth— hopes it’s the right thing to do. When Steve groans, Eddie figured it must’ve been. 

When Steve’s other hand slides up his leg, gently thumbing at the hem of his sweatpants, loud laughter echoes up from the backyard again. Heart speeding up, Eddie pulls away, panting. 

Grazing his thumb over Eddie’s split-slick lip, Steve watches his lip depress under the weight he applies. 

Voice quiet and eyes searching, Steve asks, “Want me to kick them out?” 

"They gonna come looking for us?” 

Steve half-smirks. “Robin looked at me like she’d rather die than walk in on us, so, um, no.” 

Eddie surprises himself by saying, “Then it’s fine. Let 'em stay.” 

Both of Steve's eyebrows rise before he smiles softly. “Okay.” 

Eddie’s heart’s beating out of his chest. He doesn’t know why the thought of their friends staying is so appealing– something about security, maybe. The thrill of it. He feels himself getting harder at the thought of someone walking in here, catching them. Eddie’s never been normal, it makes sense he’d get off on this, too. 

This time, Eddie’s the one to lean in, licking a hot stripe up Steve's neck, tasting the sweat, the cologne, the skin. 

“Jeez,” Steve groans. “I want–”

Running a hand hesitantly through Steve’s hair, Eddie prods, “What do you want?”

Steve shakes his head. “Nothing. Just– nothing.” 

Eddie lets it go, pulling Steve in for another kiss, arching into Steve’s every touch, stuttering on groans when his fingers graze his bulge. 

“God, Eddie, your mouth–” Steve breathes, kissing him again. “I want–” 

Eddie takes a chance and squeezes Steve’s ass. Jesus, what an ass. “You want?” 

Steve doesn’t say anything. 

Pulling away, Eddie pushes gently on Steve’s ass, encouraging him to move. “Listen, if you tell me I’ll, uh, let you do it. Whatever it is.” 

Steve’s ears go red. Ducking his head, Steve mumbles something unintelligible. 

“What was that?” 

“Fuck my face, man,” Steve says a bit louder. Eddie stops breathing. 

“You want me to–” 

“Yes.” 

“Shit.” Then, “I’ve never–” 

“I know.” 

“And you still want me to–” 

“Yes, Eddie. Please.” 

Breathing hard, Eddie says, “Say it again.” 

Steve wets his lips. “Fuck my face.” 

“Okay.” Eddie sits up fast, shaky hands working his sweats down. “Okay, shit, yeah.” 

Steve seems to be just as eager, clawing his way out of his shirt, palming at himself, watching Eddie with hungry eyes. It makes Eddie full-body flush. 

“Where do you want me?” Eddie asks, still too insecure to pull his sweats all the way down. 

“Um,” Steve looks around. “Maybe, like– stand here, and I’ll–” 

Eddie climbs off the bed, and watches almost in a daze as Steve slips off the mattress, letting his knees hit the floor. Shyly, Steve pants up at him, grinning. “Like this?” 

Eddie’s never been this hard in his life. “Perfect.” 

Steve pulls Eddie in, hands gripping the back of his thighs. Slowly, as if testing the waters, Steve nuzzles at Eddie’s crotch, breathing him in, mouthing at the obvious tent there. 

To ground himself (Eddie feels very much at risk of just floating away), he puts both hands in Steve’s hair, tugging a little. 

Reaching up with deft fingers, Steve pulls Eddie’s underwear’s waistband down, letting his cock spring free. Shuddering out a breath, eyes full of what looks like wonder, Steve says, “You can pull my hair. If you want. Like– you know. Use me.” 

Eddie’s cock pulses. “Jesus, man,” Eddie chuckles. “Can’t just say shit like that, I’ll blow my load.” 

“That’s the plan,” Steve says, right before wrapping his hand around Eddie’s cock. 

Eddie watches raptly as Steve strokes him, feels himself twitch in his hand, all the while trying to keep his breathing regulated. It’s with a steadying breath that Steve finally leans in, puckering his lips. He gives the head of Eddie’s cock a kiss, lips coming away wet with pre. Steve licks his lips, cheeks going red. Eddie’s cock pulses at the sight. 

Wrapping his lips around Eddie’s cock, Steve goes right to work. Sucks him down with an over-confidence only someone like Steve would have, the first time he sucks dick. 

“Shit.” Eddie twists his fingers in Steve’s soft hair, hips tilting minutely into the soft, wet heat of his mouth. 

Steve suckles gently before his tongue goes flat, holding the weight of Eddie, licking over the far vein on the underside of Eddie’s dick. It feels fucking amazing, and Eddie drops his head, trying not to slump into Steve as he shudders out a groan. 

Clutching onto Eddie’s thigh, Steve sucks Eddie down deeper, his cockhead hitting the back of his throat with a wet squelch. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his grip in Steve’s hair going iron tight. 

Moaning around Eddie’s cock, Steve’s eyelashes flutter open. His eyes are a bit shiny, and he blinks hard a couple times, two tears making their way down his cheeks. Just as Eddie’s about to ask if he’s okay, Steve sucks him down again. 

Steve makes a grab for one of Eddie’s hands then, placing it around his throat. Eddie’s confused for a moment, but then Steve deepthroat’s him again, and oh fuck, Eddie can feel his dick there, in Steve. 

Fuck my face, man. 

Steve's earlier request zings around Eddie's head like a bolt of lightning. With tentative hands, he tugs a little on Steve's hair, warning him. Steve nods a little, and that's all the permission Eddie needs before he pushes his cock deep down Steve's throat. He pulls out and pushes back in, fascinated by the spit gathering on Steve's chin, by the wet noises. 

"Jesus, Steve. You're so fucking good at this," Eddie pants, rutting into him. Steve sucks in breath after breath through his nose, his hands spasming around the back of Eddie’s thighs. He’s gorgeous like this, Eddie thinks. Red-cheeked and struggling for breath, eyes big and teary. His lips wrapped around Eddie’s cock are red and glossy, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Without warning, Eddie speeds up until he's thrusting properly, fucking Steve's mouth with little finesse. Steve lets him, opening his jaw wide even as he chokes. 

“So good,” Eddie gasps, biting back a moan. Steve groans, the sound punctuated by Eddie’s thrusts. 

All too soon, Eddie feels his balls draw up, body tensing, and he pushes muzzily at Steve’s head. “Jesus,” he gasps. “Okay, fuck, stop–” 

Steve pulls off with a vaguely disgusting slurp, breathing hard. His voice is wrecked when he asks, “You okay?” 

“Yeah. Just– uh, close.” He tips his head back, hair falling out of his face again, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to stave off a sudden and embarrassing orgasm. After a moment, he sighs hard through his nose, and looks back down at Steve. 

“Can I–?” Eddie tries, mouth watering as he watches Steve palming himself.  

Steve groans. “Fuck. Um, normally I’d say yes, but, like. I don’t think I’ll last if we also want to… y’know.” 

Eddie blinks, Steve’s words registering slowly. 

Oh. Oh. 

“Yeah. ‘Course,” Eddie says, disoriented and pleased. He figured Steve would want to have his way with him and be done with it– even after letting Eddie use his mouth. This is… unexpected. Different. 

“Okay, so, uh. What now?” Eddie quickly tucks himself back into his underwear, awkward and shaky and harder than ever. 

Steve gets up smoothly, hair flopping into his eyes. He pushes his hair away and leans closer to Eddie, hand on his waist. He pulls him in for a kiss again, and Eddie’s surprised to find he doesn’t mind the taste of himself on Steve’s tongue. Kind of likes it, actually. 

Steve pushes Eddie onto the bed suddenly, and Eddie goes willingly, smirking up at him. 

“My, my,” he says, summoning his old bravado like his cock isn't leaking a tacky, wet spot into his boxers. “Gonna ravage me, Harrington?” 

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Steve breathes, voice a little whiny, eyes darkening. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just beckons Steve in, a little slack-jawed. Lips twitching up into a smile, Steve climbs in between Eddie’s legs. 

“You think you can reach the, um, lube?” Steve asks, eyes on Eddie’s face. “It's in the drawer.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says, stretching to pull the drawer open, retrieving the lube. 

“Cool,” Steve says, looking down at Eddie’s spread legs. “So, like— is it okay if I finger you now?” 

Eddie flushes hot, and fuck, those words coming out of Steve’s mouth… “Yeah, man, go ahead.” 

Eddie expects to feel a little mortified, splaying his legs to expose himself. But it’s hard to feel anything but hot and flustered when Steve bites his lip, looking at him down there, his breathing getting heavier. 

Steve takes his time with it, which maybe shouldn’t shock Eddie, but does anyway. The first finger feels intrusive and weird, and Eddie wriggles a little. 

Steve looks up. “Okay?” 

Eddie nods. After some time, he says, “Another.” 

The second finger burns a little. Makes his breath hitch, his fingers curl. Steve pets him through it, leaning down to leave wet kisses over Eddie’s thighs. 

“So good, baby,” he breathes. “Doing so good.” 

Eddie nearly mewls at the praise, before saying, “Another, Steve.” 

Steve frowns. “Are you—“ 

“I’m sure, I’m sure.” 

Steve works a third finger into him. Eddie throws his arm over his face, biting down gently on his own flesh, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the burn. 

Glancing down, Eddie’s eyes catch on Steve’s crotch again, the wet spot on his grey underwear, the outline of his cock. How the fuck is that supposed to fit inside of Eddie? 

Just then, Steve crooks his fingers, and brushes something — some spongy part of him — with his fingertips. 

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie arches off the bed, chest heaving. 

“Yeah?” Steve grins, and does it again. 

“Mmh, inside me, inside me,” Eddie babbles. “Please. Fuck me, Steve, c’mon, I’m ready—“ 

“Jesus.” Steve leans back, lubed fingers still inside Eddie, and gives himself a couple rough strokes, eyes on Eddie’s face again. 

He snatches up the lube and opens the tube with his teeth, only pulling his fingers out of Eddie to pour a generous amount into his palm, stroking himself a couple times before scooting closer to Eddie. 

Eddie watches the muscles in Steve's arms flex as he leans over him again, his golden skin shiny with sweat already. Steve's eyes are down low as he holds the base of his cock, holding it to Eddie's hole. He looks up at Eddie, grinning, as he asks, "You ready?" 

Head buzzing with anticipation, Eddie nods, grinning back. "Ready as I'll ever be, big boy." 

Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget the noise Steve makes as he pushes inside slowly, the low rumble of a groan rushing out of him, like he can't keep it in. Eddie squeezes his eyes against the pain, breaths coming fast. Steve keeps pushing until he's buried to the hilt. 

"Still okay?" Steve asks, voice trembling. 

Nodding, Eddie wheezes out, "Yeah." 

Desperately clawing at Steve's back, Eddie pulls him in further. He wants to feel all of him, wants his skin to meld with his, wants to taste him and breathe him and feel him forever. 

Slowly, watching Eddie's face the entire time, Steve starts to move. Moves his hand to brush a piece of hair out of Eddie’s face, then leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. Eddie laughs breathily, trying to relax, to make Steve's gentle rocking smooth. It hurts, though. Steve's not exactly small, and Eddie's never done this before. Oh God, he's never done this before, and Steve knows that, and he's gonna blow it and Steve's gonna hate him because he can't fucking relax– 

“Hey, you’re shaking,” Steve pants softly, slowing down. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Eddie laughs shakily, so overwhelmed with sensation he thinks he might pass out. He blinks a few tears out of his eyes, wheezing out a breath. “You’re just– so big.” 

Steve’s eyebrows pull together, eyes scanning Eddie’s face. “You want me to–” 

“No!” Eddie’s hands spasm around Steve. “No, Jesus.” 

“Okay,” Steve breathes, pupils blown. Slowly, he starts to move again, eyes never leaving Eddie’s face. “Okay.” 

This time, Eddie hisses out a breath through his teeth. Wordlessly, Steve intertwines his hand with Eddie's. 

"Shit," Eddie gasps, adjusting his hips again, the burn lessening a little. "Love your face." 

Steve's cock twitches inside of him then, and oh. That's nice. 

"Faster?" he asks then, and Steve only hesitates a second before he nods, rolling his hips with intention now, the furrow between his eyebrows making an appearance as he concentrates. 

And then, suddenly, it starts to feel good. 

Steve hits that magical, wonderful place inside him again, and Eddie nearly seizes up. It just feels so intense, sparks of electricity shooting through him. Listening to the small noises Steve's making, Eddie says, "Jesus, don't stop-" 

Steve goes faster. It's a sudden change of pace, like he's overtaken by need, so desperate to reach that crest of pleasure he stops being so mindful. 

"Oh-" Eddie nearly yelps on one particularly hard thrust, mouth falling open. He lets Steve catch his lips in a kiss and says against his mouth, “Come on, fuck me–” 

“Jesus, I‘m getting there,” Steve groans, pumping his hips faster, bed creaking, draping his weight over Eddie, who sucks in harsh breath after harsh breath. 

Eddie mouths at the pillow again– needs to fill his mouth with something, has been a chronic pencil-biter since high school– 

And then Steve’s moving his hand, pressing steady fingers to Eddie’s lips. There’s a second of pause, where both of them seem to be anticipating the other's next move, and then Eddie’s opening his mouth. He lets Steve crook his fingers, grazing the inside of his cheek, saliva pooling around them. They taste like lube, like sweat, like Steve. Swirling his tongue messily, Eddie sucks them down. 

On a stuttered breath, Steve’s entire body tenses. He fucks into him in tiny spurts, watching Eddie’s mouth with dark, focused eyes. When Steve’s wet lips part around a fervent, “Jesus,” Eddie thinks it sounds absolutely sinful. 

Eddie keeps the fingers in his mouth. Sucks on them wetly, wants to prove to Steve how good he is, how good he’d take his cock if Steve let him. 

Steve’s letting out little ah’s as he fucks into Eddie, and Eddie bites Steve’s shoulder, now wet with saliva, trying to stave off from orgasming at the thought of getting Steve off alone. 

“Fuck,” Steve moans suddenly, voice pitched higher. He buries his face in Eddie’s neck. “Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum, can I– in your mouth–” 

Images flash before Eddie’s eyes: Steve, fucking into his fist before he spills all over Eddie’s chest, Steve milking himself dry over Eddie’s face, Steve using Eddie’s mouth like a toy, cuming down his throat– the possibilities are endless. And yet– 

“In me,” Eddie gasps. “Cum in me. Please, Steve, please–” 

“Fuck–” Steve’s hips stutter, back flexing. “Are you sure?” 

Eddie squirms, aches to get closer still. “Yeah,” he groans. “Yeah, do it, c’mon.” 

“Okay.” Steve watches Eddie with rapt attention, hips fucking forward. “Okay—“ 

Steve kisses Eddie, rough, wet, brutal— and shudders out, “oh my God.” 

Steve’s hips piston forward as he gasps, the fingers in Eddie’s mouth hitting the back of his throat. 

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Eddie full-body shudders, gagging. 

Gargling around the fingers, Eddie’s arms spasm around Steve. His entire body convulses with sensation, as if he’s been plugged into an electric outlet. It's then that Steve pulls his fingers out of Eddie's mouth, and he holds onto Eddie's shoulder, leaving a spit trail in his wake. 

“Oh, shit,” Eddie gasps Steve’s cock pulses inside him. “Please, please, please, I’m— Jesus Christ—“ 

Eddie moans, long and harsh and animalistic, feeling himself spill in between them, warm cum filling the space between himself and Steve. Steve’s humping gets lazier, and he mouths wetly at Eddie's shoulder, breathing harshly. 

Petting Steve’s hair, Eddie shifts a little. Steve moans again at the feeling of it, cock twitching inside of Eddie, face pinching together against the skin of Eddie’s neck. 

Eddie’s head is spinning. He’s never been fucked like that. Shit— he’s never played with anyone’s hair after sex. Never cuddled. Never stayed. 

Once Steve’s pulled out (and shit, the feeling of cum leaking out of him- he thinks he cold get used to that), he falls right back on top of Eddie, arms enveloping him. After some time, Steve lifts his head. Eddie’s afraid for half a second of what he’ll find written on his face, but then Steve smiles, sleepy and fucked-out, and leans in to kiss Eddie softly. 

Eddie pulls back before he can. Grins cheekily. “Not just here to hand out party favours then, huh?” 

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. “My dick was literally just inside you. Please let me kiss you goodnight, man.” 

Snorting, Eddie lets him do just that. Steve sucks in a breath, pressing closer still, and tongues a little at Eddie’s bottom lip before pulling away. 

Eddie huffs a laugh, pretending not to be enamoured with the way Steve’s eyes glimmer in the low light. “What was that for?” 

Steve shrugs. Plays with Eddie’s hair as he murmurs, “For being here? To convince you to stay? Because I like kissing you? Take your pick, man.” 

“Shut up,” Eddie smiles. Leans in to kiss Steve more soundly. 

With half-lidded eyes, Steve says close to his mouth, “Is that a yes? You staying?” 

Eddie flickers his eyes between Steve's. “If that’s okay.” 

“Always, Eddie. Hold on–” 

Steve’s out of the bed before Eddie can really process what he said, heart beating fast. Stumbling a little, Steve flings the window open, and shouts down to Robin and the rest, “Hey, losers! Crash in the living room if you want, we’re staying here!” 

Eddie hears Robin squawk as the rest cheer. He tries counting the moles on Steve’s back as he's leaning out of the window, laughing boyishly. It's a sight Eddie thinks he'll remember forever. 

“Goodnight,” Jonathan shouts from down below, and Steve tosses him a salute before shutting the window again. 

Tripping over his feet, Steve tucks himself back into bed next to Eddie. He sighs into Eddie's neck, his warm breath leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“Night,” Steve says quietly, simple as anything. 

Eddie grins up at the ceiling, melting into the arm Steve’s thrown over him. “Night, Steve.”