Welcome back everyone, part 2 of Steve's night is out. I tried to get this chapter out as quick as possible, but I can't make any promises for when the next chapter will be out. I haven't even started it yet, but I think I know where I want it to go. Prepare for some drama ahead, folks.

Guest: I never realized though of any actual games... I guess that might be another chapter? I'm not sure if I will do this idea again, maybe in the future. This idea is more of way to transition into a bigger even, but you'll see that later.

Luna0603: I hope your hopes are quenched with this chapter then :) Btw, I'm loving you work with "Tied Together With A Smile"!

Vader115: Thank you!

Guest 2: I definitely see what you mean. Guess we will have to find out soon :)

39CluesStrangerThings-Star: Damn right I did :) hope you like this chapter too!

"NEVER ENDING STORRRR-YYYYYYY!" everyone screamed around the table, waving cans of beer and shot glasses high in the sky, living in the greatest moment of the summer so far, for all of them. Even Dustin was singing when normally he would be telling them all to shut up.

But Dustin was too drunk to care. He sprang out of his seat and almost fell over, stumbling toward the back of the room.

"Dustin, where the fuck you goin'?" Lucas asked with slurred words. "We're all tryna sing right now, and yer killin' it! The hell, man?"

"No, man, you don't understand what I'm doing here, man, just listen, man…" he droned, swaying around and trying to stay on his two feet. "You guys are all singing it wrong, it goes like, like, like, like this…"

He burped loudly and El shrieked with laughter, which startled Mike and made him drop his can. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled, and picked up the can. "Oh, thank God, it was empty."

"Sorry, Mikey," El giggled, leaning onto his shoulder clumsily and eying his lips. "I wanna kiss you," she slurred. Puckering her lips in a very exaggerated manner, she started making kissing sounds. Everyone started to laugh, turning their attention away from Dustin.

"Hey! Over you here, you bitches…" Dustin yelled, and stuck an arm to brace himself against the wall. From there he started to sing Never Ending Story, but he was skipping a bunch of the words and lines, and generally making little sense at all.

Will stared at his friend, grinning like a wild fool. He had not had this much fun in the entire last year. He had been skeptical about this whole thing at first, but his sides were sore from laughing so much, and his cheeks hurt from the smiling. His head was buzzing and his heart was fluttering with an overwhelming sense of joy, calmness, happiness… peace.

That was something that he had not felt in all of its meaning for so long. He was with all of his friends, having not a care in the world. Steve had been watching their intake for the entire evening, and he had made sure that they had not had so much that they would be vomiting, so he had peace of mind that he would be well and healthy the next morning.

But he was impaired enough to be howling with laughter along with everyone else in the room, talking and telling jokes, singing, and enjoying that oh-so-wonderful sense of companionship and friendship. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall at the other side of the room and noticed the time was much later than he had even thought: nearly two o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, guys, it's getting pretty late," he announced, standing up wobbly. "I think I might call it a night."

"Alright, go lie down," Steve signaled over to one of the open doors in the corner of the room. "There's a couch there, it's nice to sleep on."

"We'll wake you up when we have the fireworks set up," Robin added, with a mischievous grin. Everyone else in the room snapped to attention when they heard the word 'fireworks.'

"Fireworks? What fireworks? Is it Satan's Baby?" Lucas started rambing excitedly.

"Sounds like Lucas's got a boner from Satan's Baby," Mike jibed, taking another small slip from the nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the table. He had grown more accustomed to the taste of it, but he still had to bite back a shudder of disgust, he didn't want to look like a pussy in front of everyone else.

How did something so good taste so bad?

"I didn't know you brought fireworks, Robin," Steve mumbled, scratching the back of his neck in contemplation. "I don't know if it's a good idea to set them off at this time of night."

"Oh, come on! Loosen up!" Robin waved off his obvious concern dismissively with an exaggerated shake of her head. "The famous Steve 'the Hair' Harrington is afraid of some lil' ol' fireworks?" she asked him in a baby voice.

"Hey, shut the fuck up," Steve retorted. "I've already had the police up my ass once in the last few years, I don't want a noise complaint sending them all over here and then finding a bunch of drunk fourteen-year-olds."

"Oh, come on, Steve," Dustin pleaded and whined, crashing to the ground in front of him on his knees and started bowing down over and over again as if he was some sort of ancient Egyptian pharaoh. "We promise to do thy bidding for the rest of eternity."

Steve bit his lip and shook his head, fighting back a growing grin at how ridiculous this kid was behaving. What is this a good idea?

"I mean, Steve," Lucas entered the conversation. "You do live in the middle of a forest. It'll probably be pretty quiet. And the chances of you starting a forest fire are really low, it rained last night and everything is still wet."

That was a good point. Steve was also surprised at how well Lucas was composing himself after the last couple of hours of drinking. "You talk pretty well for a drunk guy, dude," Steve commented, sipping from his own can.

Lucas shrugged. "I don't know. I definitely feel it. I guess I'm able to talk semi-decently, at least. Which is more than I can say for Dustin," he snorted, glancing over at his unstable friend, who was currently sprawled out on the floor with his belly up, arms and legs splayed.

"I'm just resting my legs, Lucas," he replied his voice heavy with sarcasm.

The pair continued to bicker as Steve and Robin discussed the logistics of the firework idea. Mike watched his two friends with amusement. He always enjoyed watching the two of them argue about the most pointless things, and out of the entire Party, they did it the most.

However, he was completely oblivious to the fact that the girl beside him had been eyeing him hungrily for the past three straight minutes. And the alcohol was stirring her sexual desire strongly, and she could feel the arousal building up in every corner of her body. An idea came to her mind, so she collected her voice and spoke out to get Steve's attention.

"Steve, is it okay if Mike and I hang out in the guest bedroom until the fireworks get started up? If we are still doing that?"

Mike coughed on his drink, and he could feel his cheeks warming up at El's words. He was about to interject but realized that no one had even heard but Robin and El. Dustin and Lucas were on the ground wrestling at this point, and Max and Will were sitting on the other couch having, what seemed like a civilized conversation.

Steve cut off his words abruptly to stare at the two of them. He glanced at Mike, who was turning a beet shade of red and avoiding his eyes, and El, who was staring at him, innocently and expectantly. He thought about it. They were fourteen. He lost his virginity when he was fourteen. They were very invested in one other, clearly. Both of them were responsible. And what was the most that was going to happen?

"Yeah, sure, go for it," he shrugged and turned away to resume his talk with Robin, like he had not even given it a second thought. El's face beamed, and she grabbed her boyfriend by the hand and pulled him off the couch. Mike's face was still burning up, he could feel it, but now he was feeling something else stirring up inside him. His heart started to pound with excitement, given how his time had been with El the last time they were alone in a bed together. Fuck, it had been amazing. And now they were running toward the room giggling like children, for both of them knew what was going to happen as soon as the door closed behind them.

El set her foot through the doorway and turned around to face Mike, and no sooner had he slammed the door behind him and thrown himself into her, attacking his mouth with hers. As soon as contact was made there was a breathy and low groan that escaped him, and the friction between their bodies as they furiously made out only made the fire burn hotter.

A sudden animalistic surge rushed through his veins, and as if on instinct, he grabbed El's hips tightly and whirled them around so that she was backed up against the wall. He took his hand and placed it on her right thigh and hiked it up so that it was resting on his hip, and she suddenly realized what was happening. Before she could react, she was being lifted up, and then slammed between the wall and the boy that was holding her. Not able to resist, she moaned and opened her lips to allow their tongues to mesh together.

Both of them were panting at this point, hearts pounding and blood rushing. She was getting squished even harder against the hard surface behind her, and he could feel her breasts touching his chest, and his stiff penis rubbing against her thigh, and the anticipation within her that made her feel like she was about to explode. She did not know what was going to happen, but whatever it was she was ready for it.

Mike turned his attention to her neck, and latched his mouth around the skin and sucked

impossibly hard, and El knew it was going to leave a clear mark, but she didn't even care at this point. She could barely get out words to tell him what she wanted. "Mike," she gasped. "Bed…"

Not having to be told twice, Mike whirled around, still holding her in his arms, and then fell onto the bed loudly, and the mattress gave a loud creak in protest. The weight of Mike bore down on El's petite frame, but she didn't mind in the slightest. She enjoyed being so close to him.

She was eager for more skin-on-skin contact, and her hands found their mark at the bottom of Mike's baggy sweatshirt, and she inched it up his torso frenetically. As soon as it reached his armpits, he rose up and peeled off the layer of clothing, exposing bis bare chest to her. Leaning back down, their mouths met hungrily again, already starving from being apart for just a few seconds. In the meantime, El was unbuttoning the plaid shirt that she wearing, a hand-me-down from Hopper that she had chosen to wear for this night.

Mike let some of his weight off El just long enough for her to undo the last button, but after realizing that she was lying on her back, he realized that a change in their position would have to be made for her to get it off. "Come here," he almost growled, and she shivered at the tone of his voice, all husky and dominant and sexy. He rolled over and pulled El with him so that now he was the one lying flat on the bed and she was on top.

El finished peeling off the shirt that was keeping her skin covered, and tossed it aside without caring where it ended up. When she looked back down at Mike, she saw that his eyes had traveled down to her chest, his pupils blown and his mouth slightly agape. His expression said a thousand words, he did not have to even speak for her to know exactly what he was thinking.

"El," he murmured, his eyes darting up to look deep into hers.

Before even replying, he had grabbed her by her biceps and yanked her down to him, and their mouths were moving against one another again, both of them in equal heaven. Parting his lips a little bit more, Mike stroked his tongue along the kiss, waiting to be let in. El complied with a sigh, and the sensation of the intensifying kiss drove her to start swaying her hips back and forth against her boyfriend's body.

It felt so good when she did that, and with his eyes closed, Mike could almost imagine what it would feel like to have no barriers in between them, nothing but skin on skin, the heat from both of them radiating from their bodies and meeting in the middle. His erection was raging at this point, but it didn't even matter because with each passing second El was rubbing herself against it harder. He started to run his hands up and down her smooth back, so warm and so soft. Up and down, left and right, around and around along the canvas of her beautiful skin that he could still see through closed eyes.

El's soft moans were getting louder and louder, and they were turning him so much. His boner was still aching, but he wasn't going to make any move to take his pants off right now; they were both intoxicated and he wasn't sure if El was ready, and he wasn't going to ask if she was in her current state. Even though he was questioning boundaries, he found himself moving his hands toward her chest, and he was acutely aware of how close he was getting to finding his mark on her breasts, like they had that one night in her bed. He was desperate to feel them again, even if it was just through her bra.

He found the soft mounds of flesh and gave them a firm squeeze and El recoiled from the kiss for a millisecond with a gasp, before leaning straight back in and resuming what she was doing. She whispered against his lips. "Take it off."

"Are you sure?" he whispered back in between scorching kisses.

"If you don't, I will," she purred back, driving her hips into his again once with vigor, enticing him to do as she said. His heart skipped a beat, and his gut flipped. Holy shit, it was actually going to happen tonight. He was going to feel and see her naked tits.

Pulling her back in, he kissed her hard, and moved his hands toward the clasp at the center of her back. He pulled it apart, and he knew he had succeeded when he felt the straps loosen in his hands.

El shrugged her shoulders down and allowed Mike to gingerly pull it off without separating from their kiss. The bra was strewn on the floor, along with their shirts that long since been removed. And as soon as that happened, his hands flew to her chest, and nothing could have prepared him for what they were like.

They were so soft and round, and they were firm but at the same time seemed to mold under his touch, like two pillows that were made in heaven. He fondled them more aggressively and kneaded them like a cat on a carpeted floor. When he brushed his fingers over her taut nipples, she moaned loudly into his mouth. He did it again, and gave them even a tentative roll in his fingers.

"Mike," she whispered urgently through desperate pants, pulling away from this kiss momentarily, but just by an inch, and Mike could still feel her warm breath against his lips.

"What is it?" Mike asked, rubbing his hand through her severely tangled hair that had been caused by past intense couple moments. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again, as if she was having trouble finding the right words to say. "Is something wrong?" he pressed.

But without another word, she grabbed him by the back of his head with power and meaning. She rolled off his chest and onto her back, the comforter feeling nice against her bare body. With Mike's head in her grasp, he followed her movements and realized that she was guiding his face to those delicious tits.

Fuck, they looked so nice.

They were perfectly symmetrical, and there was ample enough cleavage for him to just bury his face in if he wanted to. Her nipples were swollen and pink and just seemed to be in the perfect place in relation to the rest of her chest. They didn't sag at all, they were shapely and big enough to get his hands full as he grabbed them both.

"Mike, please," she begged, knowing what she wanted. Not having to be asked twice, Mike carried on. But he wanted to tease her a little bit, make her want it so bad she was shaking. He massaged her left breast carefully, still wanting to build tension. He started kissing the other one, all around it, working his way closer and closer to her nipple as he did so.

The closer he got, the more her chest heaved. She struggled to keep her vocalizations from coming out, because if she did she knew that people would know what they were doing. But it just felt so good. And then he placed a single kiss right on her nipple and she gasped. The area was so sensitive and is mouth was so soft and warm and welcoming. But it was only there for a second, and then it was gone again.

"Mike, why did you-"

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice so thick with lust it made her shiver. He brought his head back down and let his tongue slide out, and dragged it all the way across her chest from one nipple to the other, leaving a hot trail of saliva along her tits.

"Oh fuck, Mike," she moaned softly. "That feels so good."

"Mm-hm," he hummed, and swiped his tongue along the entirety of her breast, occasionally sucking on the skin and making suction sounds as he let go of the flesh and relocated. It was heaven for El. She had no idea if it could get any better until he closed his lips around her nipple.

She wasn't even able to get out a coherent thought, so she just ended up hissing at the feeling and furiously grabbing the back of his head and tangling her fingers into his copious amounts of black hair, and she stroked it ferociously. He sucked harder, and at the same time attacking the nub with his tongue.

He moved to the side, sucking on the flesh beside the nipple, and El knew that he was trying to leave a hickey. She wanted him to, she wanted him to mark her so that every time she got changed in the morning and evening she would see those sexy bruises on her tits and think of this moment, watching his face buried into her chest and licking and sucking and kissing everywhere.

"Harder," she keened. And he complied, sucking on her tit as hard as he could so much that it almost hurt, but it felt so good at the same time, and she knew that it was going to be practically purple, but that would be even better.

He moved over to the next breast, and replaced his former hold on the other one with his hand, grabbing and squeezing it firmly. He did the same thing to the next one, which felt even more exhilarating.

They had been at it for a few more minutes before a pounding came at the door. "Hey, guys, you still in there?" It was Steve.

"Fuck!" Mike cursed under his breath and darted off El and toward the side of the bed where their clothes were located. He tossed the bra and shirt over to El and slipped on his own. "Yeah, we're okay, Steve," he called back out. "Are we still doing the fireworks?"

"Yeah, we got them set up, come out when you're ready," he yelled back. They heard footsteps walking away from the room, and they exchanged confused glances. How was he so relaxed about the fact that there were two horny teens in a bedroom with the door closed alone.

"Steve is a lot more relaxed than I thought he would be," Mike commented. "I wish more parents were like him."

"Yes," replied El, thinking back to Hopper's strict rules back during her time in the cabin. After fixing themselves up and smoothing out their ruffled hair, they walked into the living room to meet the rest of the Party. When they entered, everyone looked at them and smirked.

"You're shirt's inside-out, Michael," Max pointed out, completely poker-faced. Everyone else burst out laughing, and Mike turned beat red.

"Okay, shut up guys," he complained. "I bet you and Lucas get up to shit all the time, and I don't give you any shit."

"Yeah, but when we do do shit, it's not in the room next to our friends, and we don't come out with our clothes inside out."

El blushed, but couldn't hide her smile. She knew that her friends were just teasing, so it didn't bother her.

"Alright guys, let's go out and watch some of the fireworks, they're all set up," Robin announced and led the rest of the group into the patio where they saw Steve fiddling with a lighter. He whacked it twice against his palm, and tried again, but this time it ignited. The bright orange flame lit up his face, and he looked at the younger teens with a smile.

"You guys ready?"

Alright guys, that's it for this chapter. As always, leave the reviews. They motivate me to plow through these chapters, and knowing that you guys like what I'm doing is very gratifying. Thanks for the support, and take it easy :)