A/N: I am participating in kinktober on AO3, but a lot of the stuff is reader based and I can't post that here because second person is against the rules, but i'll be posting everything i've written so far for Steddie. Check me out on AO3 under the username omgitsgarry for everything I can't post here.
The smoke machine was in full effect tonight as Steve Harrington made his way into the gay club they had snuck away to after work. The club lights cut through the thick fog, lighting up the way slightly to the bar, but not really. The dance music was so loud, the bass boomed in his chest. Robin Buckley was by his side, chatting her head off nervously about how she totally forgot it was leather night tonight and how they probably should just turn around and go home.
"Relax, Robin, it's fine." Steve said as he led the nervous girl to the bar.
"But Steve," Robin freaked out next to him, "we stick out like sore thumbs and there is way too much masc testosterone here, I feel like if I look too hard at someone, I'm going to get pregnant."
Steve couldn't help but laugh at her as he flagged down the bartender, "Two long islands."
"Steve!" Robin yelled, hitting his arm. "Really? We open tomorrow!"
"What, you need to relax, live a little." He said with a grin. "They'll be ladies here, don't you worry."
But in all honesty, the drink was an apology. Steve knew it was leather night when he proposed the two of them come here after work. He also knew they'd be no ladies here. Leather night was always a gay sausage fest right out of Steve's wet dreams and as much as Steve felt bad, he also wanted to look at the hot guys in leather assless chaps and chains. It was a secret turn on for him. Plus, he was looking for a particular person he had seen here a few weeks ago that he could not get off his mind. He was too chicken shit at the time to go over and introduce himself, but if he was here tonight, he was going to sike himself up and do it. Maybe get his grindr or get absolutely turned down, but if Steve didn't shoot his shot, how would he know?
The drinks came and Steve led Robin to an empty loveseat across the club to get comfy. He knew all eyes were on them as the dancing patrons around him whispered to themselves about them. They probably should have gone home and changed. Steve was wearing probably the most mom pair of jeans on the entire planet with a navy-blue polo shirt tucked into his waist and a windbreaker. The only leather thing on him was his belt. Robin looked like she got lost at Lilith Fair in a loose-fitting flannel shirt unbuttoned to show off a tank top with loose corduroy pants and round sunglasses on top of her head.
"Ew, the straights are here, someone should have told them Christian bible study is up the road."
"Who the fuck brings they're wife here?"
"Nah, she's a les, just look at her."
"Someone should tell her Sarah McLachlan just called and is looking for her wife."
"This is fine, we are fine." Steve reassured her as they both sat back on the plush purple couch, trying to ignore the white stains the fabric was covered in as they sipped their drinks.
"This is not fine, Steve." Robin hissed at him, taking a rather large sip from her straw. "When we get home, I'm going to kill you."
"Well, better stay out all night then." Steve joked as he scanned the room.
"You're still hung up on him?" Robin sighed out with an eye roll. "God, Steve, you're pathetic."
"Maybe I am, Robin, but I can't stop thinking about him." Steve said as he kept looking.
Come on, be here, please.
"I don't need to know about your latest spank bank obsession, gross."
Then he spotted him, standing off in a corner, surrounded by three other men. They stood around drinking beer straight from the bottle as his latest obsession told them a story, making dramatic hand gestures as he spoke. The guys around him laughed and Steve didn't know how they could just stand next to him without blowing their loads at the greek sex God that stood before them. His wild curly brown hair hung past his shoulders, he wore a leather jacket with no shirt, showing off his chest tattoos and the tightest pair of leather pants hung low on his slutty hips. Steve had never seen pants so tight in his entire life and his cock strained in his pants as he looked at him.
"He's here, isn't he?" Robin deadpanned when she saw Steve's lovelorn look in his eyes.
Steve drained the last of his drink, nervously running his hands through his hair and handed the empty glass to Robin. He wordlessly got off the couch to walk over to them.
"If you leave me here, I'm shaving your hair off in your sleep." She yelled to his back. "All of it. Even the chest hair."
Steve didn't hear her as he made his way across the bar. A remix of Devine's You Think You're A Man banged over the speakers as he made his way over to them. He turned to Steve as the chorus kicked in, his ring clad hand flipped a bit of his hair behind his shoulders and Steve stopped dead in his tracks.
"You think you're a man
But you're only a boy
You think you're a man
You are only a toy
You think you're a man
But you just couldn't see
You weren't man enough to satisfy me"
What the fuck are you doing?
Steve went to turn around, to go back to Robin, but the man's chocolate brown eyes locked onto his and he started to make his way over to meet Steve halfway. Steve was fucked. He was totally fucked. The man stopped just short of Steve's chest and leaned into his ear to speak to him.
"You looking for something?" He asked as Steve gulped.
"You, I was looking for you." Steve squeaked out, knowing he probably sounded so pathetic right now.
"Looking for me, huh?" The man asked him, leaning back to look at him with lidded eyes. "Guess word travels fast."
"Huh?" Steve looked at him confused.
"Pick your poison." He said, drawing back his leather jacket to show off a collection of dime baggies with various drugs in them. Steve's eyes got wide at the view of the man's chest, not even looking at what he was obviously trying to sell him. Why would Steve pay attention to any of that when his pert nipples were pierced and he had a zombie tattooed onto his chest. "I got moon rock, cherry pie, shrooms, molly, crank, snow and the best seller of the night…" He went through his pockets, producing a metal tin. "Special K."
"I usually skip breakfast, not much of a morning person." Steve said with a shake of his head.
The man looked at Steve and snorted out a laugh. "This isn't the kind your mommy makes you in the morning before school with berries. You, huh, you snort it. Takes effect right away."
Steve dragged his eyes up his body to see the disco pharmacologist looking confused back at him.
"So, you want it? Fifty bucks. I know it's not cheap, but it's worth it."
"I was, uh, kinda more interested in you instead." Steve sheepishly admitted, his cheeks heating up as the liquid courage started to hit him.
"Oh, baby, I'm not for sale." He chucked, dropping his jacket to hide his goods. "I'm flattered though. Saw you eyeing me up across the room, you were here a few weeks ago too." He looked around before he dropped his voice. "Look, flattery works on me, so twenty-five. I'll even throw in some moon rock for free. My treat. Rob me blind."
"How about your grindr instead?" Steve asked.
The man swallowed hard at him before pulling out his phone, pressing a few buttons before a QR code popped up and Steve got out his, sharing his profile with him.
"Um, I'm Eddie." He said, pocketing his phone. "You are?"
"Steve." He answered.
"Okay, Steve, so you want to get out of here?"
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
"I'd love to, but that lovely lady over there," Steve pointed across the room at Robin who was staring daggers at him, "would probably castrate me, you got any other ideas?"
Eddie looked at him as he took his lower lip into this mouth, thinking to himself, before nodding, grabbing Steve's hand. "Follow me."
Steve let Eddie yank him towards the back of the club, the part that Steve only really ever heard about, but never dared to go over to see for himself. Eddie pulled him through a beaded curtain as moans and skin slapping against skin could be heard from various rooms marked off with curtains. It was here that Eddie attached his lips onto Steve's in a hard kiss as he pulled him down to an open room. Once inside, Eddie slid the curtain shut and tossed off his jacket onto a nearby chair.
"You a top or bottom?" He asked as he undid the button to his leather pants, sliding down the zipper to free a very hard cock, pumping it a few times.
"Uhhh, what are you?" Steve asked, not wanting to admit he'd never done this before.
"Verse." Eddie admitted, pulling his pants down his thighs, letting out an annoyed sigh at the amount of clothing Steve still currently had on him. "You gonna get naked, dude? Or are you just gonna stare at my goods all night?"
"Um, right, yeah." Steve shakily moved his hands to his belt to undo it, but Eddie stopped him.
"Hey, look at me," Steve obliged, looking up into Eddie's intoxicating brown eyes. "You've never done this before, have you?"
Steve let out a nervous laugh, "No, I haven't."
Eddie nodded, moving to pull his pants up his legs.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked, eyes wide.
"This was a mistake." Eddie admitted, embarrassment written all over his face as he zipped and buttoned his pants. "Just… forget it."
Steve grabbed onto Eddie's arm before he could grab his jacket. "I want you though."
"Are you even eighteen, dude?" Eddie asked, eyeing him carefully. "And don't fucking lie to me."
Steve pulled his Indiana driver's license out of his pocket, showing Eddie he was legally twenty-one.
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing. "Aright, alright, you can suck my cock and if you are good at it, i'll let you fuck me, but only if you are good. Okay?"
Steve nodded. "Okay."
Eddie let out another sigh to clear his head, pulling his leather pants back down his thighs again to let them rest at his ankles and he sat back against the couch in the room, cleaner than the purple couches outside.
Steve got down on his knees, the alcohol working in his system to calm his nerves. He'd only sucked one cock once and he didn't know if he was any good at it because the guy just smiled cockily at him after dumping his seed down his throat and zipped up his pants, throwing him out of his car on the side of the road somewhere in Hawkins before squealing off in his Camaro. Billy Hargrove was an asshole, but if he played his cards right, maybe Eddie wouldn't be one as well.
Steve crawled over to Eddie, a move that made Eddie's dick twitch in his hand. Steve leaned forward and kissed the tip, before sticking out his tongue to lick it. Eddie hummed approvingly, sliding down more on the couch, opening his thighs wider to give Steve more access to his cock. Tucking his teeth behind his lips, Steve wrapped his lips around Eddie's tip, moving up and down the base slowly, taking more of him as he went down the shaft. Steve gently pulled Eddie's hand off of his own dick, replacing it with his own. He gave him a few hard tugs as he started to quicken his pace, letting his spit drip down Eddie's shaft and using it to lube up his hand, slicking up the dark brown curls around his pretty cock in the process. Eddie hit the back of Steve's throat and he gagged slightly, squeezing his eyes shut to numb the slight pain as he let Eddie's cock tap the back of his mouth. Eddie's hands found their way into Steve's hair gripping the locks as he helped guide Steve's mouth down onto his cock, continuously letting the tip hit the back of his throat, face fucking him.
"Ugh, so good, baby." Eddie moaned out, no longer able to hold back what he was feeling. "You take my cock so well. Fuck."
Steve moaned at the praise, the vibration of the noise on Eddie's cock made him toss his head back onto the back of the couch.
"Ugh, baby boy, fuck me."
"Oh, I will, after you cum for me." Steve said, the words getting muffled around Eddie's dick in his mouth, but it caused Eddie to buck his hips.
"Let me finish then, baby." Eddie's cocked twitched in Steve's mouth. "You ready for it?"
Steve hummed in response and Eddie spilled down Steve's throat, holding his head into his cock as Eddie let out hard, gasping moans before falling back onto the couch, spent.
"You sure you've never done this?" He asked him, blowing his bangs out of his eyes.
"This," Steve motioned to Eddie's cock, "once."
"Once? Bullshit!" Eddie practically yelled with a laugh. "No fucking way."
"Keep it down, Munson, you're not the only one back here." Someone yelled from the next curtained room over.
"Oh, go blow yourself again, Gareth." Eddie quipped back, running his fingers through Steve's hair appreciatively before dropping his voice down to a whisper. "You ready for this?"
Steve nodded, standing up to untuck his shirt from his jeans, pulling it over his head to toss onto Eddie's jacket, unbuckling his belt. He popped the button to his jeans and pulled the fabric down his thighs with his boxers. His fat cock hit his stomach with a slap. Eddie sat up on the couch, motioning Steve over with his finger and Steve shuffled over with his pants around his ankles. Eddie ran his ringed fingers over Steve's cock before hungrily taking it into his mouth.
Steve threw his head back in a loud moan as Eddie worked his cock with his mouth. Working quickly to get him as slicked up with as much saliva as possible. He pulled Steve's cock out of his mouth with a pop, moving on the couch so his ass was up in the air and his chest rested against the couch cushions. Steve got behind him and that's when he saw it. A black jewel placed smack dab in the middle of Eddie's ass.
"Have you been plugged this entire time?" He asked as his eyes blew out at the sight of the butt plug in Eddie's ass.
"Eh, always have to be prepared, you know." He said sheepishly as Steve twisted the plug. "Ugh, fuck."
"What's your hard limit?" Steve asked.
"Don't draw blood, don't call me your fucking daddy, and don't you dare ghost me after this." Eddie gritted out as Steve began to push and pull at the plug in Eddie's ass.
"Alright," Steve said, pulling the plug out entirely. "Good to know."
Steve spit into his hand and mixed Eddie's spit with his own on his cock before slowly easing his tip into Eddie's ass. Eddie let out a breathy moan at the feeling of Steve's cock stretching his rim. With slow trusts and gentle pushes, Steve was eventually flush against his ass cheeks. He felt his balls twitch and he tried so hard to salve off his release as he began to move quicker.
"Deeper." Eddie moaned from below him. "You're close to my spot. Just a little more."
Steve thrusted a little deeper and hit something slightly fleshy and Eddie moaned out under Steve. His cock was hard again and Steve reached around to wrap his hand around it. He began to jerk him to his movements and Eddie cried out under him.
"Just. Like. That. Yes!" Eddie moaned out between Steve's labored thrusts. "So good. So, fucking, good. Ugh."
"So needy." Steve chucked out at him. "You needy for this dick, baby?"
"Needy, since I first saw you, baby." Eddie moaned under him, precum leaked from his dick onto the couch. "I've unloaded so many times thinking of you."
"Ugh, same." Steve gritted out. "So close. Should I pull out?"
"No and don't hold back," Eddie warned, "I want all of you. Give me all of you."
"Alright, here it comes." Steve warned, feeling his balls seize as he blew his load into Eddie's waiting ass as Eddie followed suit again, riding out his orgasm probably way too loud, but he didn't care.
He fell against Eddie's back and sighed into his skin before carefully pulling out.
"Text me, yeah?" Eddie asked as they righted their pants and Steve pulled on his shirt.
"Fuck, wish I was going home with you." Steve grinned, pressing a kiss on Eddie's lips.
The two walked out of the backroom as Steve scanned the room, trying to find Robin. His eyes caught sight of her just where he left her on the purple loveseat, but a red head was pressed onto of her in a full leather catsuit, lips locked together. Steve gave Eddie's hand one more squeeze before parting, heading across the room to her. Upon seeing him she quickly pulled away.
"Steve! Oh my god! This is… uh."
"Vickie." The red head said, wiping spit from her mouth with a blush.
"Vickie!" She said with a nod, grabbing her hand to swipe her thumb over her hand.
"Are we taking Vickie home with us?" Steve asked.
"No, I, huh." Robin blushed deep red.
"I'm taking her home with me." Vickie said with a grin, pulling Robin into her lap. "You okay with that?"
"Are you okay with that?" Steve asked Robin, who nodded vigorously at him.
"Yes, I am more than okay with that."
"Alright," Steve said, catching Eddie's eye from across the room. "Mind if I go home with him then?"
"Go get, em tiger." Robin said with a wink as Vickie helped pull her off of the couch.
"We'll meet up here in the morning?"
"Sounds good." Robin shouted to him as Vickie led her to the door.
Steve waved goodbye, turning to see Eddie next to him.
"Am I taking you home, big boy?" He asked.
"Yeah," Steve said with a nod and a grin, "you are taking me home."
And Eddie pulled him into another hypnotizing kiss.