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“Here, wash these,” Steve says, handing Eddie a bowl of round purple grapes.
“Yes, sir!” Eddie salutes smartly, taking the bowl to the sink.
Steve probably rolls his eyes, like he always does when Eddie is being over the top. But it’s the only way for Eddie to constantly remind himself that he isn't allowed to get a boner over Steve. Which is sooo easy to do. Steve is boner material.
“This is a lot of fruit, you making a fruit salad?” Eddie asks, plucking the grapes off the vines and tossing them in the bowl in the sink one at a time.
“Someone has to make sure you’re all eating a few fruits and veggies,” Steve grumbles, “I’ve seen your B and B games, it’s nothing but cans of soda and bags of chips.”
“Excuse you, you know it’s D&D and you know that we also have cookies.”
Steve sticks his tongue out and turns back to where he’s cutting up a watermelon. Eddie would like to tell him what he can do with that tongue. Lots of things, honestly. Eddie’s making a list.
After thirty minutes of chopping and cleaning, they’ve got a huge tray of fruits and veggies and Eddie is dumping all the peels into the trash bin. When he turns around, he almost chokes on his own tongue.
Steve’s hiked himself up on the counter and is eating one of the peaches left over from their cutting spree. It’s so filthy. The peach is ripe and juicy and every time Steve bites into it, there’s a squelching sound and juice runs down his wrist.
Eddie’s frozen, he knows he must look awkward just standing in the middle of the kitchen with his eyes as big as saucers and the trash bin clutched in front of his body to hide his rapidly growing erection but he can’t seem to make himself move.
Kicking his legs a bit, Steve hums as he takes another bite, tongue flicking out to run up his wrist and along his hand to catch the sweet droplets. It’s obscene. He’s just slurping and sucking and licking and the smaller the peach gets, the bigger Eddie’s boner gets. And he just, he can’t–
“I’m gonna take the trash out,” He squeaks, spinning around with an about face, taking the whole bin with him, not even bothering to pull the bag out.
*
It’s not even twenty-four hours later when Steve gets him again.
They’re watching Halloween - which is definitely going to give everyone nightmares - when Dustin demands that Steve share his Redvines. Grinning, Steve says, “Sure.” But then he licks all of them before holding them out to Dustin who yells at him for being a jerk and goes back to his Three Musketeers.
“Harrington, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Eddie grins wickedly, proud of Steve for not giving in to the little shits.
“Oh, I have it in me,” Steve says, winking and Eddie shakes his head with a nervous giggle because Steve probably has no idea what he’s insinuating.
A few minutes later, Eddie glances back over at Steve and finds him sucking on the end of the licorice. His lips are pursed around the end and he’s slowly moving the Redvine in and out of his mouth, one inch in, one inch out. After a few thrusts between his lips, he bites the red glistening end off, chewing slowly while he traces his pretty pink lips with the leftover half.
Holy fuck, Eddie adjusts as carefully and nonchalantly as possible, spreading his thighs a little to make room for his cock where it’s growing in his pants. He bites down on his bottom lip and silences a moan when Steve swallows audibly, shoving half the candy stick into his mouth before dragging it slowly back out between his pursed moistened lips as he stares intently at the screen.
Steve plays with the licorice long enough that his lips are stained red and Eddie can see the shine of the sugary sticky traces every time the screen lights up Steve’s face and hands. He has to know, he has to. He’s basically blowing a stick of red licorice and not even glancing away from the TV.
This time, when Steve’s done with it, the entire rest of the Redvine goes deep into his mouth all at once and after he chews and swallows, Steve swipes his tongue over the sticky red spots on his fingers, suckling sweetness off the little flap of skin between his thumb and forefinger.
Eddie bites down on a whimper.
Reaching into the pack, Steve grabs another. This time, he distractedly tap, tap, taps against his still reddened, sticky lips while focusing intently on the movie. Eddie has completely lost track of the action on screen at this point. The lights are off and the room is cocooned in silence except for the music from the TV but he’s only vaguely aware of it. It’s building which usually means someone’s about to die but Eddie can’t look away from Steve’s obscene display. Everyone in this movie can meet a horrific demise for all he cares.
The vine sticks to the tacky surface of Steve’s lips and Eddie imagines he can hear a little smack and thwhip as the vine peels away. Eddie’s breath is coming in ever-shortening little huffs as he stares, mesmerized.
Finally after way too long of Steve spanking his lips with the tip of the vine, he opens up, tongue darting out to chase the vine as it bends limply away from his open mouth. Eddie grits his teeth, tries not to crush the can of soda he’s holding in one hand. He could just slip his cock right between Steve’s lips, just slide right home and–
Oh god, like Eddie’s manifested it, Steve almost deepthroats the Redvine. Practically fellating it as he sucks it in and pulls it out, lips pursed around the red shaft as the ridged edges slip in and out of his mouth. Fuuuuck. Eddie has to press down on his fully erect junk because it’s starting to hurt. When he moves, something in his peripheral moves at the same time and his eyes catch Mike staring at where Steve’s basically fucking his own mouth on a Redvine.
And Jesus - Mike’s face. Well, honestly, it’s probably exactly what Eddie’s face looks like. Shock and lust and confusion. Very slowly, Mike drags the popcorn bowl into his lap but his wide eyed gaze never leaves Steve’s mouth .
Eddie remembers what it’s like to be fifteen and have your first gay awakening (probably) in a room full of people and he can’t let the kid suffer–
Eddie and Mike both jerk at the sudden, sharp, blood curdling scream from the TV. Eddie squeezes his soda and sloshes some of it up and out of the Redvine he’s using as a straw and Mike flails hard enough that popcorn jumps out of his bowl in all directions. Scattering across Will’s lap and raining down in Dustin’s hair.
“You flinched!” Dustin crows, picking out the popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. Smug and cocky, he mocks around a full mouthful, “You need someone to hold your hand?”
Even in the dark, Eddie can see Mike’s furtive glance at Steve who’s still testing out his own gag reflex with a sticky Redvine, completely oblivious to the kid. Mike’s cheeks are flushed and he weakly kicks out and misses Dustin, “Whatever.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, weak come back, kid. Eddie’s got his back though. Reaching across the couch to yank the Redvine right out of Steve’s hand, Eddie stuffs the whole thing in his own mouth. It’s pretty gross, honestly. Kinda soggy and gnawed on, definitely covered in spit. But, to be honest, he’s had worse things in his mouth.
“Hey!” Steve protests, caught completely off guard, “I had that in my mouth!”Yeah, we know, you fucking tease, Eddie thinks but he just smiles sweetly and opens his mouth to show Steve what’s left of the chewed up mess, “oo wan’ id ‘ack?”
*
“Okay, so we have all the fancy choices at Chez Munson,” Eddie sweeps his arm toward the tiny kitchen dramatically, showcasing the minimal storage space and the fridge that sometimes makes a weird whine until you hit it in just the right spot.
Steve smiles though, playing along, “Well, we are watching The Godfather movies so - Italian?”
“You’re suggesting a themed dinner? Be still my heart.” Eddie swoons, clutching his chest before he lets himself crumple to the floor.
Steve kicks his leg softly, rolling his eyes when Eddie yelps and rolls his feet.
“Okay, okay, I can actually make spaghetti and that sounds pretty good,” he grins, pulling a box of dried spaghetti down from a cabinet and grabbing cans of tomato sauce and tomato paste.
“I’m gonna run to the store and grab French bread,” Steve informs him, grabbing his keys off the counter, “You can’t have Italian without French bread.”
Grabbing an onion from the fridge as Steve lets the door to the trailer slam behind him, Eddie mocks, “You can’t have Italian without French bread.” Getting out the cutting board and a knife, he informs the empty kitchen, “There’s never been French bread in this trailer, we Munson men butter a slice of white bread and wipe our plates clean with it - like men .”
He can’t see Steve doing something like wiping his plate with a piece of store brand sliced bread though. He snorts. Imagine?
When Steve comes back, Eddie’s got one of Wayne’s Dean Martin records on the record player and he’s simmering the sauce. The pasta water is fully boiling and Eddie tosses the pasta in the pot before the door even closes behind Steve.
“Sit, sit, it’ll be ready in like five minutes,” Eddie calls over his shoulder. He’d set the table while he waited for the sauce to boil so there’s nothing for Steve to help with.
“Actually, do you have wine glasses?” Steve asks, opening the cupboard where he knows the cups and mugs are.
“What?” Eddie laughs, “Why would we need–” He turns to look and Steve’s got a bottle of red wine on the counter. “Where did you…?”
“I’m a nice boy, picking up wine for my mom because she forgot,” Steve says way too sincerely and Eddie totally believes that any grocer would sell booze to underage Steve Harrington with his good looks and his soft eyes. There isn’t a lot Eddie wouldn’t give the guy if he wanted it.
When they’re finally sitting down across from each other at the little dinette set that rarely gets used by two people at once anymore, Steve twirls his fork around and around, letting the pasta wrap around it before putting his fork in his mouth.
After a minute of them both eating, Steve says, “We’re missing a red and white checkered tablecloth and drippy candles.”
There’s a sucking noise and Eddie looks up to watch Steve sucking a long line of spaghetti into his mouth, cheeks caved in, lips pursed and shiny with sauce. When he swallows it, his tongue flicks out, swiping across his lips to catch the sauce on his mouth. That seriously pornographic mouth of his.
Averting his eyes and his thoughts, Eddie ducks his head, “I suppose you’re the Lady in this movie and I’m the Tramp.”
Again, Steve sucks a line of spaghetti into his mouth, swallowing before he says, “Pretty sure of the two of us, I’m the tramp.”
Is he now?
Eddie swallows, takes a drink of cheap red wine from a glass with Luke and Leia Skywalker printed on it. He went back to Burger King like fourteen times trying to buy the meal on the right day so he could collect all the glasses. Steve’s glass has Han and Chewy on it. It strikes him as totally ridiculous but also very t hem. Eddie likes that there’s a them. “I could be a tramp, you don’t know,” He teases, even though they both know it’s not true.
“I guess you could be…” Steve hums, lifting an eyebrow, in what Eddie would swear was a challenge but it can’t be, right? Because he’s a dude and Steve’s a dude and Steve dated Nancy so there’s no way he wants to get all up in Eddie’s business, right? But Steve continues, “...if you wanted to be.” And he puts another forkful of pasta in his mouth, slurping up the dangling strand and then smacking his lips wetly. He even lets his tongue linger in the corners of his mouth, pushing his cheek out on one side. Like there’s a dick in his mouth.
Fuck.
Eddie’s gonna fucking die one of these days.
When he’s done torturing Eddie by sucking and licking and slurping his way through a plate of spaghetti, Steve actually does use his chunks of French bread to wipe up the sauce off his plate. By that point, Eddie is so distracted that he doesn’t even remember anything about The Godfather movies except bad accents and a horse head.
*
Steve eats a pickle just like Eddie imagined Steve eating a pickle. In fact, Steve has eaten four pickles in two days - two very long, long days.
Has Eddie been forced to jerk off in Steve’s bathroom? Yes, yes he has. But he can’t be blamed. Because no man could watch Steve deepthroat a dill pickle not once, not twice, not three times but FOUR FUCKING TIMES.
It’s torture, pure unadulterated torture. And Eddie’s not going to stand for it anymore.
“Hey, have you seen the jar of pickles that was in here?” Steve asks, standing in front of the Harrington fridge that is now empty of all pickles.
“Uh? Oh pickles? No, did you eat them all?” Eddie wonders innocently, like he didn’t hide the whole jar under the sink in the very back. Way back. Under a towel.
“No, I just bought them, I only had like two…”
Four, Harrington. Eddie fumes to himself. You sucked and slurped and fellated four fucking pickles until I almost came in my fucking pants and had to run down the hall to jerk off in the weird guest bathroom with the rose wallpaper that makes me think of grandmas. I jerked off in the grandma bathroom because you can’t stop face fucking yourself with phallic foods.
Eddie wants to bash his own head off of the counter. This cannot be real.
“Aw man, I love pickles,” Steve whines.
Eddie cannot even answer that. He’s wound too fucking tight now.
*
“Robin, it’s fucking obscene.”
“You’re obscene,” she squawks.
“I am but he’s so much worse,” Eddie insists. “He just, oh my god, all week Robin. All. Fucking. Week.”
“I do not need to know about your weird food kinks,” Robin makes a face and then pretends to gag.
“It’s not a fucking food kink, it’s a Steve’s mouth kink,” Eddie growls, “and I swear Robin, it’s on purpose. He knows what he’s doing.”
“I’m sure you’re just being dramatic, Steve never knows what he’s doing,” she rolls her eyes.
“Really?” Eddie throws down the gauntlet, standing up straight and holding out a hand to count on his fingers, “He ate a peach like it was an ass, he deep throated licorice, he sucked up spaghetti like he was getting paid for it and then, the pickles were so violated that I had to hide them for their own safety.”
She snorts into her hand and leans into him, “Stop, you didn’t.”
“I fucking did. And today?” Eddie makes a fist like he’s gripping something and then mimics what Steve was doing earlier, “He had a drumstick and he was just sucking and slurping, licking between his fingers, suckling the bottom as it dripped. It was all over his face and lips and dripping on his shirt and I just wanted to knock it out of his hand and fuck his mouth until I came down his throat.”
“Oh fuck, gross Munson!” Robin squawks loudly, “A greasy chicken drumstick turns you on, that is so fowl!” She cackles and slaps the counter, “Get it? Foul? Fowl?!”
“You’re fucking idiot, you know that right?” Eddie hisses. “An ice cream drumstick, twit.”
She loses it, flopping over and laughing hysterically - which abruptly cuts off when Steve says, “Really, the ice cream was the final straw for you?”
They both turn to Steve and Robin grimaces, “Gross, I can smell the hormones. I’m leaving.”
And she’s gone.
“You hid my pickles, Eddie?”
Lifting his chin in challenge, Eddie says, “It was your fault.”
Stalking across the kitchen, Steve presses against Eddie who presses back against the counter with a moan. “I’ve never done it before, I had to practice.”
Eddie’s dick, already fat and flush with want, twitches where it’s pressed up against Steve’s. “The pickles seemed pretty satisfied.”
Smirking, Steve reaches down between them and unbuckles Eddie’s belt slowly, probably giving him a chance to protest but yeah fucking right is that gonna happen.
“I’ve been thinking about your dick a lot, Eddie,” Steve admits, pushing Eddie’s pants and boxers down around his thighs.
“I’ve been thinking about your mouth a lot,” Eddie tells him, staring at said mouth. Those pink lips. Holy shit. Is this really happening to him?
When his hand wraps around Eddie’s cock, Steve leans in and fucks his tongue into Eddie’s mouth. It’s not sweet or romantic, it’s filthy and hot and everything that Eddie has been thinking about when he’s jerked off to Steve.
After just a few strokes, Steve licks his way out of Eddie’s mouth and drops to his knees.
Eddie’s had a grand total of two blowjobs - one by a girl after a show and it was okay, he told himself a mouth is a mouth and just didn’t look down at her. Which is pretty fucked up when he thinks about it but she offered and said she didn’t want anything else, she just like sucking off guitar players so he’d said sure. A test maybe, to see if maybe he could be bisexual but nope, he had come but he had to think about a dude to get there.
His second was a random dude in a park bathroom. They didn’t even exchange names, just blow jobs. And it had done the job, sure, but it wasn’t sometimes he was gonna write in a diary with hearts and rainbows.
Steve, though? Steve is his dream guy. And his mouth is the stuff pornos are made of. It’s warm and wet and what he can’t manage to get in it - this is his first blowjob - he’s wrapping his hand around and stroking. Man has probably gotten a hundred blowjobs so he knows what feels good. Eddie’s knees almost buckle when Steve sucks as he’s slowly pulling off, licking and laving at the head like it’s the ice cream from earlier.
Ducking down low, Steve licks the underside from root to tip, staring up at Eddie the entire time. Eddie’s cock twitches and a fat droplet of jizz pearls at the tip. Steve kitten licks it and Eddie groans, knees almost buckling.
“Can I…?” Eddie asks, hand hovering above Steve’s perfect, floppy hair.
Steve nods, eyes closing as he moans and sucks Eddie down again. His hair is insanely soft, like Eddie imagines a girl’s must feel like. The strands almost slip through his fingers so Eddie squeezes a handful tightly and Steve whimpers around his mouthful of cock.
“You like that?” Eddie whispers, not really sure what the protocol is here.
Steve nods, taking Eddie deeper and swallowing around him. He can actually feel Steve’s throat closing around the head of his dick and Eddie just wants to let lose and fuck into it. He doesn’t because that would be impolite and he doesn’t want to hurt Steve with his inexperience - both of their inexperience.
Besides, this is doing plenty for him. One of Steve’s hands is gripping Eddie’s hip tightly, the other is still wrapped around the base of Eddie’s throbbing cock when Steve suddenly starts to move, head bobbing up and down. Eddie’s so close already, his balls tighten up and he pulls Steve’s hair, managing to stutter out, “I’m gonna come - Steve - “
Steve slides as far down as he’s able and swallows around Eddie’s dick again and, that’s it, he’s done for. Eddie comes so hard that only his hand on the counter and his grip on Steve’s hair keeps him standing. Steve takes it all, pulling off with a pop after a few moments and wiping his shiny wet lips with the back of his arm before grabbing the front of Eddie’s shirt and yanking him down onto the floor on top of him.
Eddie’s loose and pliant and lets Steve manhandle him onto his back and then lays still as Steve straddles him, pushes his shirt up to his armpits, pulls himself out of his tiny running shorts and strips his cock hard and fast, grunting and whispering nonsense that Eddie can’t even understand until finally his body goes taut like a bow string and he comes all over Eddie chest and stomach.
Mindless of the mess, Steve flops down on Eddie’s chest and cuddles up close enough that his lips are touching the shell of Eddie’s ear when he whispers, “Remember the peach?” Eddie whines helplessly as his dick twitches painfully, “As soon as I get enough energy, I’m going to flip you over and eat you out for hours.”