Author's Note:
I'm rewatching the show and noticed that it looked like Steve was crying after Nancy's drunken bullshit speech and my brain said "what if Eddie was at that party" and then I couldn't stop thinking about it and this is what happened.
Edit: I wanted to add more to this story so I've made it a multi chapter fic and renamed it!
No One Rides For Free
October 31st, 1984
Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
Nancy's voice echoes through Steve's brain as he pushes his way through the party, tears pricking in his eyes as he passes Jonathan. Good, he'll get her home safe.
Steve might still be a bit of an asshole but he wasn't about to leave Nancy wasted and completely stranded. He's just glad that he's not the one who has to take her home, especially while her words are cutting into him like hot knives.
Let's just pretend like we're stupid teenagers. He'd said to her, well apparently Nancy was done pretending and he was the stupid one for believing that she loved him back.
Steve is relieved when the cool night air hits him as he leaves Tina's house, he stumbles a bit down the steps, a little more tipsy than he thought he was. He's desperate to get away from the people milling around outside, the last thing he needs is everyone talking about Steve Harrington crying like a pussy after a fight with Nancy Wheeler. His reputation is already in tatters, not that he really cares anymore, but without Nancy he'll be alone again. No real friends to speak of.
"Fuck!" He exclaims when he finds his car blocked in, drawing the attention of the other party goers outside. He turns and heads down the driveway, weaving through the cars and people, to the street. At the end of the driveway there's a large bush and a brick wall so Steve hunkers down next to it, a van parked in front of him, blocking him from view.
You're bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.
The dam is breaking and tears are slipping from his eyes as he sobs and gasps for air.
Eddie Munson is a lot of things, a freak, a metal head, a musician, an excellent Dungeon Master, but tonight he's an entrepreneur. Which is why he's at some girl Tina's house selling weed to all the fine people of Hawkins High. And by fine people he means assholes who take one look at him and judge him. He supposes that's the one nice default of selling weed to other teenagers, they have to be nice to him up to a point if they want his grade A ganja. While it's not true kindness, he vastly prefers it to his history of being shoved into lockers in Middle School.
Thank God for Halloween parties, his stash has been cleaned out and his lunch box is filled with bills instead of weed. One step closer to you baby. He imagines that beautiful Warlock guitar that he cannot wait to bring home. You'll be mine soon.
He's almost at his van when he's stopped by Tommy Hagan and that new douche bag with the Camaro, Billy Something. The sheep at the party had just been bleating his name after an admittedly impressive keg stand.
"Hey Freak, where are you going?" Says Tommy, grabbing Eddie's arm. Eddie wrenches it away and steps back.
"I'm all out Hagan, you'll have to bum off my other customers"
"C'mon Munson, I was just telling Billy here you've got the best weed in town. He says it won't compare to the stuff you can get in Cali, you gonna live that down?"
"Couldn't care less, I don't have anything left" Eddie responds, he does have a couple joints on him but those are for him, not for asshole jocks.
"Whatever dude, I don't need your skunk weed anyways, c'mon man introduce me to some easy Hawkins girls" Billy snipes at Eddie as he pulls Tommy back to the party. Disgusting.
Eddie pulls his keys out and almost trips over a pair of feet sticking out from behind the bush next to his van.
"Geez man, bad place to pass out" Eddie says as he looks at the guy practically tucked into the bush with his back against a wall. His hands are over his face but there's no mistaking that hair anywhere. Steve Harrington, just what he needs, another douchebag jock. Eddie's about to make some quip about King Steve getting wasted and abandoning his court but the joke dies on his tongue as Steve scrubs his hands down his face and rubs his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he's been crying.
"Sorry" Steve says quietly as he pulls his feet in and wraps his arms around his legs.
Against his better judgement Eddie feels himself soften, his usual armour of sarcasm and quick wit tucked away.
"Are you okay Harrington?" He asks gently, "Need me to get anyone?"
"No one to get" replies Steve, so soft Eddie barely caught it. "You think I want anyone seeing me like this?" But there's no bite to his words.
Never thought I'd see the great Steve Harrington looking so vulnerable.
"Probably not" Eddie says, and before he can think better of it he throws himself down next to Steve and pulls a joint out of his pocket, "but this might cheer you up"
Eddie lights the joint, takes a deep puff and holds it out to Steve. A peace offering. Steve takes the joint hesitantly, lifts it to his lips and takes a drag. He sputters and coughs while Eddie tries not to laugh. Lightweight jocks.
"Easy Harrington" Eddie says as he tentatively pats Steve on the back and rescues the joint from his fingers.
"Why're you being nice to me" wheezes Steve, finally catching his breath.
"Honestly it's weird seeing King Steve fall from grace, I couldn't tell you why" Eddie responds, he's not about to tell Steve he looks so sad that it's hurting his heart, then Eddie would be the one who sounds pathetic. He takes another toke, and holds the joint out to Steve again.
"Ugh I hate that nickname, don't call me that" Steve says, this time taking a smaller puff and managing not to cough before he hands it back to Eddie
"That surprises me, I thought you liked being worshipped" Eddie teases.
"Nah man, I'm done with all that bullshit." Steve winces as he says it, what's that about?
"Whatever will Hawkins High do without you?"
"Dunno, I'm graduating this year anyways so who cares"
"Lucky you, maybe we'll walk the stage together this year"
"Shit man, I'm sorry… you think you'll pass this time?"
"Only time will tell" Eddie doesn't want to get into his shit right now, or talk about how fucking stupid he feels for not graduating in June, how much it sucks to still be stuck at Hawkins High when a bunch of his friends graduated and left town.
"Doesn't matter anyways, rockstars don't need a diploma" Eddie makes guitar noises with his mouth and shreds an air guitar and is delighted when Steve laughs.
"That's right, I saw you last year at Battle of the Bands!" Steve says, lighting up "you're really good, man."
Eddie's brain is short circuiting from the fact that Steve fucking Harrington has not only seen him play but also thinks he's good AND is smiling at him like that. Goddamnit he's handsome. It's not the first time Eddie has appreciated Steve's good looks, how could he not? But he's not usually this close to Steve, and he's definitely never had that smile pointed in his direction. Oof.
"Not that I know anything about that kind of music but even I could tell that you're talented." Steve continues his praise, still smiling at Eddie.
"Uh, thanks, that's nice of you to say" he manages, at a loss for words. He turns away and puts out the joint on the wall behind them to keep himself busy and to hide how red his damn face has gotten. This is so stupid you shouldn't be blushing like an idiot over a complement.
"Thanks for the company Munson, I should start walking home" Steve says as he gets up a little wobbly on his feet. Eddie is treated to an eyeful of Steve's ass in front of him as Steve brushes the grass from his pants. Goddamnit is every inch of this guy perfect?
"You don't have someone to give you a ride?" Eddie asks and Steve turns back to him, face falling again.
"No, I was supposed to drive but my car's blocked in" Steve holds a hand out to Eddie to help him up, unnecessarily chivalrous.
Eddie lets Steve help him up but Steve's clearly a bit more stoned and drunk than he was letting on because he steps back unsteadily, dragging Eddie with him. They bump into Eddie's van and Eddie catches Steve before he can fall sideways. Steve starts giggling and Eddie can't help but join him.
"Damn Harrington, you can't hold your weed at all" Eddie gets out between laughs.
He's still got his hands on Steve's arms under the pretense of holding him up, and Steve's hand is fisted in his shirt, knuckles brushing just above Eddie's belly button. Do not think about that, do not, he's straight.
"I'm fine, it's just funny that I'm having a good time with Eddie Munson, after my girlfriend drunkenly told me she doesn't actually love me" Steve gets a little sombre at that.
"Shit man, that's harsh" Eddie doesn't really know what to say, having no experience with girlfriends himself.
"Bullshit, that's what she called me, she said I'm pretending to be normal but it's all just bullshit." Steve's voice breaks a little and he looks like he might cry again.
"Let's get you home then. I'll give you a ride."
"Really man you don't have to, sharing your weed was nice enough, I've never even talked to you before."
"It'll take you forever to walk home, just take the ride dude" Eddie pulls Steve in the direction of the passenger door and unlocks it, shuffling his pile of tapes off the seat. He steps back and lets Steve get in, making sure he's not going to fall over before closing the door behind him and rounding the van to the driver's side.
"Thanks Munson, you're a surprisingly nice dude y'know"
"Don't tell anyone Harrington, I don't want my reputation going to shit"
Eddie starts the engine and bursts out laughing when Steve nearly jumps out of his skin at "Love Bites" by Judas Priest suddenly blasting through the speakers mid guitar solo. He takes pity on Steve and turns down the music.
"Jesus man you're gonna go deaf listening to that so loud!"
"You sound like an old lady Harrington, lighten up" Eddie laughs as he pulls away from the mess of cars on Tina's street, he's glad he had the foresight to park where he did, it would have been a pain in the ass to get blocked in like Steve did.
Eddie taps his fingers on the steering wheel, not sure what else to say. He wants to ask more about what happened with Nancy Wheeler at the party but he doesn't want to pry or make Steve cry again.
"Turn right here" Steve says, breaking the silence. Eddie knows the general area where Steve lives, but doesn't know the exact street so he's glad for the directions.
"Thanks again Munson, I'll give you some gas money"
Eddie wants to protest and say it's not necessary but he can't really afford to say no, so instead he jokes "gas, grass, or ass no one rides for free"
Steve barks out a laugh "you sound like a bumper sticker"
"My uncle has it on a trucker hat" Eddie laughs back.
"Turn left up here"
Eddie's still fumbling for something to talk to Steve about, he's never been good at small talk. It never seems genuine, just awkward and shallow. He'd rather gouge his eyes out than talk about the weather.
"What's your favourite scary movie?" Eddie asks, an easy topic, especially since it's Halloween.
"Oh uh…" Steve stammers "I guess I never really thought about it"
"What? You don't watch movies?" Eddie's a bit stunned, do jocks not have interests outside of sports?
"Yeah, of course I do, just not enough to think about favourites I guess"
"What about Halloween, that's a classic, I watch it every year"
"Never seen it"
"WHAT? Harrington that's a tragedy, how have you not seen Halloween? John Carpenter is a genius"
"I guess I never got into scary movies, I mean I see them in theatres sometimes but that's usually on dates"
Eddie may be gay and a virgin but he's not stupid "oh I see, get your date scared and then distract her, classic move"
"Yeah, you use that one a lot Munson?" Steve teases, looking at him with a devilish grin. "Turn right on the next street"
Eddie uses the distraction of Steve's direction to avoid answering the question because who the hell does Steve think that he'd be taking out? His dating pool would be small if he was straight but it's nonexistent being gay.
"It's this one up on the left" Steve points.
"So this is the King's castle" Eddie whistles, goddamnit that's a nice house, and huge.
"It's my parents house dude, and knock it off with that king shit"
Eddie pulls up near the front door and puts the van in park.
"We have arrived at your destination, thank you for flying air Munson" says Eddie in his best stewardess voice.
"Pleasures all mine Munson, seriously man, you're a lot cooler than people give you credit for" Steve gives him a big smile. Jesus Harrington, give a guy a warning before you blind them with that.
"What did I tell you about ruining my reputation" Eddie jokes as he turns around in his seat to rummage in the back, "gotcha! Here you take this you need it more than I do"
He hands Steve the Halloween VHS he rented earlier. "Just return it for me so I don't get any late fees"
"What man, seriously, you don't have to do that. Didn't you say you watch it every year?"
"Yeah but it's fine, I've seen it loads"
"Why don't you come in and watch it with me then? My parents aren't even home"
"Steeeeeve Harrington, if I didn't know better I'd say you were putting the moves on me." Eddie teases, hoping that the Steve he's gotten to know tonight won't suddenly get aggressively homophobic at the hint of a flirtatious joke.
Steve lets out an awkward laugh and seems anything but offended, in fact Eddie thinks he catches a bit of a blush on Steve's cheeks but it's hard to see in the dim lighting.
"C'mon man, you got another joint? We can smoke more and watch the movie."
"Ah, now I get it, using me for my gas and my grass" Eddie tuts, but turns the van off nonetheless.
They hop out and Steve unlocks the door. Fucks sake this is a nice house.
"Is that a pool?"
Steve winces, "uh yeah, I don't go in much anymore though" he gets a faraway look in his eyes before he shakes his head "just have some bad memories associated with it"
"Say no more man, we good to smoke out there though?" Eddie asks tentatively, Steve is looking weirdly spooked by the pool.
"Yeah, sure. That's fine."
They go out the sliding glass door and Steve immediately settles himself in the chair furthest away from the pool but also facing it, as if he doesn't want his back towards the glowing water. Who knew Harrington could be so weird about a pool, wasn't he on the swim team?
They pass the joint back and forth, talking about Halloween and John Carpenter's other films which Steve has seen none of. An absolute travesty. Eddie notices that Steve keeps eyeing the pool warily but he doesn't mention it.
"Okay so you haven't seen The Fog or The Thing, but Escape from New York would be up your alley, it's more of an action flick." Eddie says passionately.
"Nope, haven't seen it either. Jesus, Munson you're like a walking movie encyclopedia. How do you know all this shit?"
"I dunno, I guess I just pay attention to the things I'm passionate about, which includes movies"
"Huh, I wish I was like that, I guess I let myself go through life living up to my parents expectations, doing well in every sport they wanted me in, that I never had any time to figure out my own interests."
Steve sighs but then laughs "fuck that's depressing"
"No time like the present Stevie boy, welcome to Munson's film school, you got any popcorn?" Eddie stubs out the joint and hops up, heading back inside to the kitchen.
Steve follows him in and pulls a jiffy pop out of one of the many kitchen cabinets. Once their popcorn's made they settle on the couch in front of the large TV, popcorn between them. Eddie's practically buzzing when the movie starts, he can't wait to see what Steve thinks.
"Damn you didn't tell me there were going to be boobies, I would have watched this way sooner" Steve says, shoveling popcorn into his mouth.
Eddie laughs, cause of course that's what this straight jock takes away from a child murdering his sister, at least there's boobies! Eddie rubs his face, why do I even bother? But then he looks over at Steve who's engrossed in the movie, his stupidly pretty face, oh yeah that's why.
It could be Eddie's imagination but he swears Steve is inching closer to him, he's definitely getting spooked by Michael Myers silently stalking Laurie. Just as Eddie's reaching for more popcorn Steve jumps and grabs his hand.
"Fuck, sorry man" Steve says as he quickly drops Eddie's hand.
"Just let me know if you need me to protect you from the big bad TV" Eddie jokes.
"Shut up" Steve says, giving Eddie a little shove, but he shifts even closer.
When the popcorn bowl is empty Steve puts it on the coffee table and sits back down right next to Eddie, grabbing his hand a couple more times at every jump scare. Each time Steve holds his hand for a longer period of time and Eddie feels like a raw bundle of nerves. What the fuck is happening?
Steve's arm is pressed right up against his now, and Eddie thinks it's absolutely adorable that Steve seems to think that he's using his moves on girls during scary movies to distract them when he clearly wants to distract himself cause he's such a wuss. Eddie tries not to think about how he could distract Steve that way, how he could wrap his arm around him and pull him flush against his side and kiss him stupid. Stop it, stop it, stop it.
He doesn't really want to distract Steve from the movie anyways seeing as this is pretty much an essential watching experience and he's glad that Steve seems to be enjoying it even though he keeps getting startled.
At some point during Michael's final confrontation with Laurie, Steve grabs Eddie's hand and doesn't let it go. Eddie can't help himself from rubbing soothing circles on the back of Steve's hand with his thumb, might as well enjoy it while I can.
When the credits roll Steve still doesn't pull his hand away so Eddie just keeps holding it, like this is a totally normal thing that to guys who just sort of became friends do. Is this something that straight guys do? Hah, yeah right.
"So what did you think?" Eddie asks, but regrets it when Steve slowly pulls his hand away to grab the remote and shut off the TV.
"That was awesome man, damn that soundtrack was giving me chills!" Steve smiles brightly at him.
"It's iconic, seriously that's why it's my favourite, do do do do do doo" Eddie does his best impersonation of the theme song and is rewarded with another laugh from Steve.
Eddie is suddenly overtaken by a large yawn, which in turn makes Steve yawn as well.
"Fuck, it's late and we have school tomorrow… and fuck I'm going to have to walk over to Tina's in the morning to get my car" Steve runs his eyes and groans.
"I'll come get you in the morning and drive you back there" Eddie says, before his brain can process that he's said it. Well that sounded way too fucking eager.
"Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Munson? There's no way you're this nice" Steve laughs.
I just want to take care of you.
Thankfully Eddie stops himself from saying that. "I'm in it for the gas money" he teases Steve, "what time do you want me to pick you up?"
"You could… why don't you just stay over?"
"Oh, yeah, that makes sense, sure" Eddie responds but he's trying not to freak out at the idea of spending the night at Steve Harrington's house and seeing Steve Harrington first thing in the morning.
Steve gets up and ejects Halloween, putting it back in the case and leaving it on the coffee table as he walks out of the living room.
"Are you coming?" Steve asks
"Wh- yeah" Eddie was just about to lay down on the couch and make himself comfortable there, but he jumps up and follows Steve out of the living room. Steve's locking the doors and shutting off the lights as he goes.
"Locked doors won't stop the boogeyman!" Eddie says in a deep voice grabbing Steve from behind and giving him a squeeze. Steve lets out a girlish shriek and jumps about a foot in the air before he turns around and gives Eddie a shove, laughing.
"Fuck! Eddie, you're going to give me a heart attack"
Eddie gives him a shove back, "just trying to see if I can get that hair of yours to stand on end"
Steve gives him another gentle shove and then with a devious grin turns and runs up the stairs at an alarming speed, he runs down the hall laughing maniacally before Eddie can even get up the first step. Eddie's laughing now, following Steve up the stairs, bracing himself for the predictable jump scare.
He goes into the first bedroom down the hall, the lamp on the dresser has been left on, casting a warm glow in the room. It's clearly Steve's bedroom and it's a plaid monstrosity. Eddie wonders if Steve managed to get in the closet before he got up the stairs and creeps towards it. He's about to reach for the handle when he's suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown onto the bed while Steve yells "BOO!" And laughs like a lunatic in his ear.
Eddie's laughing too even though he's face down in Steve's bed with Steve on top of him, something he's trying very hard not to get excited about. He bucks his hips to throw Steve off him and rolls over, pinning Steve under him and grabbing his wrists.
"Gotcha, big boy" Eddie says, leaning down and grinning in Steve's face.
So much for keeping the dirty thoughts at bay.
Steve's looking up at him, mouth agape, cheeks red, stunned and sexy. Is he looking at my lips? Steve Harrington is definitely looking at his lips, and not even trying to wrestle him off. Eddie starts to shift his weight to his legs so he can get off Steve but his thigh between Steve's legs brushes up against the crotch of Steve's jeans and he gasps.
Well fuck.
Eddie shifts his hips a little, pressing into Steve and feeling himself start to get hard. Please don't punch me Harrington.
Eddie is delighted with another gasp from Steve, but then Steve is pulling his hands free from Eddie's grasp and Eddie is about to panic that Steve is going to push him off. That he's going to call him a fag and kick him out. Instead Steve reaches up and gently puts his hands on either side of Eddie's face, cupping his chin and smoothing his thumbs over Eddie's cheeks.
Okay so maybe he's not 100% straight.
"You're really pretty, you know?" Steve asks softly, then he rubs his thumb over Eddie's bottom lip and Eddie's so overcome with desire he doesn't even think he just opens his mouth and sucks Steve's thumb inside, his tongue caressing the tip.
"Fuck, Eddie" Steve whines. He presses his hips up towards Eddie's so Eddie can feel that Steve is also affected by their situation.
Yep, definitely not straight.
They're laying on Steve's bed, intimately pressed together, with Steve's thumb in Eddie's mouth and Eddie's not sure what to do next. He stares intently in Steve's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, fear, or disgust but he's only met with desire. Steve's pupils are blown wide, his own mouth open and letting out panting breaths as Eddie lightly sucks on his thumb, still salty from the popcorn they ate earlier. Steve removes his thumb with a wet pop and pulls Eddie down towards him, guiding their lips together.
Eddie feels like he's floating, laying on top of Steve Harrington and being kissed within an inch of his life. He's so hot and horny it's becoming painful, he shifts his hips against Steve's again and they both moan into each other's mouths. Eddie pulls back, desperate to get his jacket off so he can feel Steve better. Why the fuck am I still wearing this? And what the fuck is happening? He sits back on his feet and looks down at Steve. His face is flushed, mouth red and wet from their kisses and Eddie knows he's a goner.
"You okay?" Steve asks as his hands slide up Eddie's thighs.
"Yeah just, um, hot" Eddie mumbles as he yanks his jacked off throwing it behind him. He's about to swoop back down and kiss Steve again -
"Wait" Steve says, and Eddie has a moment of panic that Steve is going to want to say that they should stop but Steve's hands are sliding under Eddie's shirt and pulling it up.
"Take this off too"
Eddie whips his shirt off eagerly, probably a little too eagerly since he definitely ripped some of his hair out too. But none of that matters because Steve Fucking Harrington is looking at him like that. Then suddenly Steve is flipping them again, and this time he's the one holding Eddie's hands above his head.
"Now you're at my mercy, nerd" Steve teases.
Eddie's retort dies on his tongue when Steve leans down and begins kissing his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh until Eddie is writhing beneath him. Steve releases Eddie's hands and sits back to pull off his shirt. Eddie tentatively reaches his hands up to Steve's sides. His palms brushing up, up, up until his fingers sweep through the thatch of hair on Steve's chest. Eddie's thumbs brush over Steve's nipples making Steve buck and gasp.
"Sensitive are we Stevie?" Eddie teases, giving one of Steve's nipples a pinch, and Steve is on him in a flash, kissing him desperately and rocking his hips into Eddie's.
"Fuck, Eddie" Steve whines, kissing Eddie's neck again, "you feel so good."
Eddie's heart is hammering through his chest and he feels delirious at the sensation of Steve's skin against his, that glorious hair on his chest tickling Eddie's nipples and driving him insane.
"Shit, you too maaaaaan" Eddie moans loudly as Steve sucks on the sensitive junction between his neck and shoulders.
Steve continues downwards, kissing Eddie's collarbones and chest while Eddie touches every part of Steve he can reach. His skin is so soft and smooth and perfect. Then Steve gives one of his nipples a kiss and Eddie feels like he's been electrocuted, a sharp bolt of arousal making his already hard dick pulse.
"Ah, fuck, fuck, Jesus Christ, Steve!" Eddie yelps.
Steve has started a full-on assault of Eddie's nipples, licking and kissing one while pinching the other. Eddie bites his fingers to stop his embarrassing expletives, the last thing he wants to do is say something mortifying. Never stop touching me, let's stay in your bed forever, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Steve stops and looks up at Eddie, grinning like the devil himself.
"Seems like someone else is sensitive too"
Eddie just groans into his hand and shifts his hips helplessly, attempting to get some more friction against the erection straining in his pants. Steve presses into him and he can feel how turned on they both are, hard dicks pressed together through their clothes. They both moan at the feeling, but Eddie's sounds are muffled by his hand.
"Stop that," Steve says, pulling Eddie's hand out of his mouth and giving it a kiss, "I want to hear you."
"Who'd have thought Steve Harrington would be such a giver?" says Eddie, almost too quiet for Steve to hear, but Steve gives a chuckle and nibbles on Eddie's pectoral.
"You have no idea Munson"
Then Steve nips his nipple and Eddie's brain turns to mush. Steve's alternating between kissing, licking and nipping his chest.
"These. Are. So. Sexy." Steve punctuates each word, mouthing the tattoos on Eddie's chest.
All Eddie can do is moan back, words evading him, as Steve's mouth forges a path downward. Eddie thinks he might black out when Steve swirls his tongue in Eddie's belly button.
"Can I take these off?" Steve asks, pulling at the belt loops of Eddie's jeans and then cupping his hand over Eddie's erection.
"Yes, yes please, fuck" Eddie responds breathlessly. He glances down at Steve perched between his legs, looking handsomely disheveled.
Steve is staring at the tent in Eddie's pants with what can only be described as hunger. Eddie throws his head back and tries to distract himself so he doesn't blow his load as soon as Steve touches him.
In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit…
Steve carefully unbuttons and unzips Eddie's jeans, pulling them down over his legs and throwing them with the rest of their discarded clothing. Eddie gasps as Steve squeezes his cock through his boxers and whimpers when Steve removes his hand. Eddie looks down, brow furrowed, to see why Steve has stopped. Don't stop now Harrington, it was just getting good.
Steve carefully removes Eddie's boxers, peeling them down and watching intently as Eddie's erection bobs up at him. Eddie thinks he's died and gone to heaven the moment Steve finally wraps his hand around his straining cock.
"Fuck, oh fuck, godamnit"
This Hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins.
Steve's pumping Eddie's dick in earnest now, setting a punishing pace that has Eddie's entire body clenching.
"Ah, fuck sweetheart slow down or this will end way too quickly" Eddie says desperately.
Steve slows down but looks up at him with a smirk.
"Yeah? What if I do this?"
Steve licks the underside of Eddie's cock from root to tip, then engulfs the head in the hot wet heat of his mouth. Eddie sees stars and arches his back, accidentally thrusting further into Steve's mouth and making him gag and pull back.
"Shit, shit, I'm sorry darling, are you okay?" Eddie pushes himself up to check on Steve. You fucking idiot, why did you do that.
"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine, I've just… never done that before so I wasn't ready" Steve shoots him a bashful smile.
"Let me make it up to you, please?" Eddie says sweetly, praying that Steve will want to keep going. He reaches for the button of Steve's pants and looks up at him expectantly.
"Yeah, fuck, do whatever you want to me" Steve responds breathlessly.
"Fuck don't say that to me Stevie, or you'll never leave this bed" Eddie hopes that's not too much, but the look on Steve's face - cheeks flushed, mouth open - tells him that it's just the right thing to say.
Steve stands up and undoes his pants, letting them fall down before he reaches for his boxers and pushes them down as well. Jesus fucking Christ, every inch of him is perfect. Eddie's staring openly but he can't help himself. Steve grips himself awkwardly while Eddie takes him in.
"Let me do that" Eddie says, gesturing at Steve's dick in his hand. "Lay down" He commands.
Once Steve's laying down comfortably Eddie moves to settle himself between Steve's legs, but Steve stops him.
"Stay up here so I can touch you too" Steve says softly.
Eddie melts at that, cause what the fuck, Steve Harrington should not be this much of a pleaser. Never in his wildest dreams would he expect King Steve to want to give as much as he got.
Eddie moves on the bed so he's kneeling sideways next to Steve, gently taking Steve's beautiful cock in his hand, admiring the red weeping tip. He leans down to lick the precum that's gathered there and feels immense satisfaction when Steve moans loudly. He takes Steve in his mouth slowly, his tongue working the shaft as he sinks down. Steve gently grabs his hair that's fallen around his face and pulls it back at the nape of his neck, just holding not pulling. Eddie casts a sideways glance up at Steve to see him watching Eddie eagerly and fuck if that doesn't turn Eddie on way more. He pumps Steve's shaft with his hand while bobbing up and down, trying to take as much of Steve's ample cock in his mouth as he can manage.
"Fuck Eddie, that feels so good, you're so sexy." Steve's compliments ring in his ears, turning him on more as he continues to suck Steve off for all he's worth.
Steve's spare hand smooths over Eddie's back, cupping his ass and giving it a firm squeeze making Eddie buck his hips.
"Ah, yes, just like that sweetheart, I'm almost there" Steve moans, his hand reaching for Eddie's cock and pumping it again.
"Are you going to cum for me while you blow me?" Steve asks wickedly, working Eddie's dick and flicking his thumb over the tip.
Eddie groans on Steve's cock, trying to keep up his rhythm while Steve tortures him with his hand and his filthy mouth.
"That's it Eddie, fuck, your mouth is so fucking perfect, fuuuuuuck" Steve moans loudly, his release shooting in the back of Eddie's throat as Eddie struggles to swallow it down.
Bringing Steve to orgasm has him ridiculously turned on, and he feels his own peak approaching rapidly as he pops his mouth off Steve's spent cock and pants into his thigh.
Steve lets go of Eddie's dick making Eddie whine and nip Steve's thigh with his teeth.
"Come up here, I want to taste you"
Eddie doesn't need to be told twice, he climbs up over Steve's chest as Steve scoots down and wraps his arms around Eddie's thighs.
Steve immediately takes Eddie in his mouth, licking and sucking for all he's worth, making Eddie gasp and fall forward, clutching the headboard for dear life. His orgasm is building faster and faster like a freight train charging up a mountain. I think I can, I think I can .
"Steeeeeve, fuck, you're amazing, you're so fucking sexy baby. Fuck, pleeeease let me cum in that naughty mouth of yours."
Steve groans loudly, the sound vibrating Eddie's cock, making Eddie moan in return. He tries to soldier on, picking up on Steve's weakness for dirty talk but his orgasm is about to reach the peak so he only manages some incoherent babbling before he's shooting his load in Steve's perfect mouth and crying out his name.
Steve takes it like a champ, swallowing everything down and panting into Eddie's thigh while Eddie clings to the headboard, coming down from the best orgasm of his life. Finally he can feel his legs again and shakily moves off Steve, flopping on the bed next to him.
"That was amazing" Eddie says, looking at Steve shyly, hoping he feels the same way.
"I guess I'm not straight" Steve laughs as he presses a kiss to Eddie's shoulder. Eddie barks out a laugh in return.
"Guess not, who'd have thought King Steve, ladies' man extraordinaire, would be so good at sucking cock" Eddie teases.
"I have been told I'm good with my mouth before"
And then Steve's rolling on top of Eddie again, giving him a sweet kiss, slow and soft, all of the urgency from earlier gone.
Steve pulls away and gets up "let me get you something to wear to bed"
He takes a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser and tosses them at Eddie, slipping a pair of shorts and a shirt on himself. Eddie's sad to see Steve covered up, even though his shorts are obscenely short. Steve turns the light off as Eddie gets dressed and they get into bed side by side. Eddie fidgets, not sure what to do since he's never really done this before and he doesn't want to seem too clingy.
Steve solves the problem by rolling towards him and throwing an arm over his middle
"Night Eddie"
"Night Steve"
In the morning they wake up tangled together to the sound of Steve's alarm clock.
"Ughhhhh fuck turn it off" Eddie grumbles, burying his face into Steve's armpit.
Steve reaches over and smacks the snooze button then wraps both of his arms around Eddie and gives him a squeeze.
"Morning" Steve rasps.
"Leave me alone" Eddie retorts, he is so not a morning person, probably why he keeps failing his first period classes, he cannot function first thing in the morning, especially on minimal sleep.
Steve chuckles and kisses the top of Eddie's head "I'll go make us some coffee" Steve whispers.
Eddie groans when Steve gets out of bed, missing his warmth, but he snuggles back under the covers and dozed off just as he hears the bedroom door open.
"Wake up sleepy head, we have to get going" Steve says as he gently shakes Eddie's shoulder.
"Five more minutes"
"I gave you half an hour Ed" Steve laughs.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck" Eddie says as he stretches and opens his eyes, Steve has clearly showered and is dressed for the day in one of his preppy little collared shirts.
Eddie grabs his discarded jeans and heads for the bathroom, he looks like an absolute mess. Hair everywhere, bags under his eyes, hickies all over his neck. Fucking hell Harrington. Hopefully his long hair will cover most of them, but who the fuck cares? He's admittedly turned on by the idea of going to school branded.
He rinses his face off and swaps Steve's sweatpants for his jeans, the t-shirt he slept in is from some county fair a few years back, not something he'd usually wear but fairly inoffensive. As much as he'd love to show up at school wearing something that said HARRINGTON on it, just to cause a stir, he knows that's more trouble than it's worth. Besides that he doubts Steve wants anyone to know that he's not exclusively a ladies' man anymore.
"You almost done Eddie? We're going to be late" Steve calls, tapping on the door.
"I'm coming!" Eddie calls as he takes one last glance in the mirror, good enough.
Eddie grabs his jacket from Steve's room and pretends to forget his shirt, tit for tat.
Steve clocks the shirt but doesn't say anything as he hands Eddie a mug of coffee.
"I didn't know how you take it"
"Black's fine, let's get this show on the road"
Steve darts to the living room and grabs the Halloween tape, handing it to Eddie.
"Thanks again, you'll have to give me more recommendations, you've got good taste man"
"Now if I could only get you to say that about my music"
Steve laughs, "might take me a bit longer to come around to that"
They head out to Eddie's van in the crisp, cool morning and drive over to Tina's place. Eddie insists on an intro to metal to educate Steve and puts on a mix of his favourite songs. He politely listens while Eddie taps his fingers on the steering wheel and bangs his head to the music. Watch out Harrington, I'll make a metal lover out of you yet.
When they get to Tina's, Steve is relieved to see that he'll be able to get out of Tina's driveway.
"So uh, thanks, for turning a terrible night into a really good one" Steve says, blushing.
"It was my pleasure" Eddie says, smiling at Steve and twisting a lock of hair between his fingers. "My services are available any time"
"Oh speaking of" Steve gets out his wallet and pulls out a couple bills offering them to Eddie "no one rides for free right?"
Eddie tries not to let his face fall at that, it feels shitty and weird taking money from Steve after everything they did together last night, but his gas tank is almost empty so he takes the bills from Steve.
"Here, take this, then I won't feel so skeevy about taking your money" Eddie pops the tape out from the player and hands it to Steve who pockets it.
"Can't promise I'll like it all but I'll give it a listen"
"Guess I'll see you at school then, Harrington" says Eddie, he's not sure what will come next… will he and Steve be friends now? Or go back to barely interacting and pretend they don't know each other intimately.
Steve takes a look around and surges forward to give Eddie a quick peck, "See ya Eddie!"
And then Steve's gone, running up the driveway to his car. Eddie sits for a moment, stunned at the little show of affection, before he drives to school, smiling the whole time.
He hopes his heart can take whatever comes next because that was the best night of his life.
Tell me that you love me.
Steve knows he has no right to say that to Nancy after he hooked up with Eddie last night and all Jonathan did was drive her home. It doesn't help that he's always been the type to lash out when he's hurt, his jealousy and emotions getting the better of him once again. The festering inadequacy he feels coming to the surface, because he knows that Nancy and Jonathan have a connection after what they went through together last year, before Steve stumbled into their battle with the demogorgon.
He'd been doing fairly well at shoving the Steve that was Nancy's boyfriend into a box last night when he was with Eddie. He'd just let himself be for once, and enjoyed Eddie's company. He felt himself blush at that, damnit he'd really enjoyed all of Eddie's company. He felt like such a dick, he didn't know where things stood with Nancy, since he'd petulantly walked away from her saying "You're bullshit", and he wasn't sure if he was quite ready to give up on the year long relationship they'd built together. On the other hand he could not stop thinking about Eddie, how he'd looked last night when they were together, and this morning, his neck covered in hickies and wearing one of Steve's shirts.
All morning he'd been desperate for a glimpse of Eddie, but they didn't share any classes, and he wasn't sure where Eddie's locker was. He walked into the cafeteria, trying to glance around subtly, realizing he didn't have many options for places to sit. He wasn't about to sit with his old jock friends, all of them drooling over that douchebag Billy, and he couldn't sit with Nancy like he normally did, even though he didn't see her anywhere. There was no way he could sit at Eddie's usual table without causing a stir, and besides Eddie was nowhere to be seen amongst the other teens wearing leather, plaid, and their Hellfire Club shirts.
Steve settled at the end of a table of band geeks, one girl was talking animatedly about her Halloween while the others listened, so they barely bat an eye when he joined them. He kept to himself, but he couldn't help glancing at the Hellfire table every so often, hoping that Eddie would join them. Steve was rewarded with the sight of Eddie ambling over with his tray, almost spilling his lunch on one of his friends as he leaned over the table and said something that Steve couldn't hear. Then Eddie's friends were pointing at the hickies on his neck and laughing while Eddie batted their hands away.
It was as if Eddie could feel him staring, and their eyes met, Eddie grinning at him widely before Steve looked away with a blush.
Yep, I am definitely not straight.
Author's Note:
It goes without saying but driving under the influence is not a good idea.
Yes I 100% think that Eddie would begin reciting parts of the Hobbit in his brain to stop from cumming too fast. Yes I had to pull out my copy of the Hobbit while writing this.
Robin is at the table of band geeks and I was tempted to add more there but this story was already way too long, whoops.
I'm thinking about making this a series with Eddie popping up in the background if Seasons 2 & 3 some more. Leave a comment if you'd be into that and feel free to make suggestions