Steve sat there, still staring at Eddie. He couldn't believe his luck. How the fuck did he land this man?
Eddie was in a similar train of thought, wondering how he got Steve Harrington to fall for him. How he got the prettiest guy he had ever seen to want him. Steve was beautiful. He was absolutely beautiful. His big brown eyes, his perfect brown hair that Eddie had been dying to run his fingers through. His lips, that looked so soft and absolutely kissable. The flush on his cheeks that appeared every time Eddie complimented him or called him petnames. He was handsome, the most handsome man Eddie had ever seen. And for some insane reason, he was his boyfriend.
"If you told me two years ago that I'd end up dating Steve Harrington, I would have laughed in your face and then spat on your shoe for trying to fool me." Eddie spoke after a while, voice soft and filled with happiness.
Steve laughed at that, the sound bubbling out of him and bouncing off the walls. Eddie loved his laugh, he wanted to drown himself in the sound of it. Have it wash over him in waves of honey.
Steve shook his head, "if you told me that I'd be dating Eddie Munson, I would have punched you in the face." he grimaced at that, hating that it was true. "I was a fucking asshole. But I've changed. I promise I have."
Eddie took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, "I know you've changed. I saw it first hand when you ran back into the upside down and dragged my ass out of there and saved my life. The old Steve would have left me to die."
His words stung. It hurt like hell because it was true. Sure he'd feel bad about it but he wouldn't have gone back and risked his own life for Hawkins' biggest outcast. The freak.
"I hate the person that I was." his words were spoken in a whisper. Scared that if he spoke too loud the old Steve would come back and take away all the progress he made.
Eddie nudged his shoulder, "Sometimes we have to go through shit to realize what's really important in life and I guess in your case the upside down made you realize that being a jerk wasn't the right thing to do. Although, you never bullied me. You never treated me like shit."
Tears filled Steve's eyes, "but I didn't stop them. I knew what Tommy was doing, I heard the way they spoke about you, the way they spoke to you. I saw it all and I just stood there and let it happen."
"Hey," Eddie said softly, and so sweetly, that it made Steve want to die a little bit. "Don't worry about it. That is all in the past. I wouldn't – I would never hold that against you. Never."
"But I– I let them hurt you Eddie. I allowed them to treat you like shit... And I'm ashamed. I really am. I just... I don't – I don't want you to hate me for it in the long run." He was so fucking scared that Eddie might hate him eventually. He just wanted Eddie to know that he was truly sorry. And then he wanted nothing more than for Eddie to kiss him stupid. He wanted it with every fiber of his entire being. Or maybe he wanted Eddie to just put him on his knees right now. Because he'd do it, if that was what Eddie wanted. He'd do anything for Eddie.
"Stevie," Eddie murmured, slightly harsher than before, which just made that swooping feeling in his stomach start all over again. "I believe you. I forgive you. It's okay. I'm not expecting you to come by next time hoisting up a banner that says 'I'm sorry I was a dick to you.' So let's just calm down and move forward okay. Do you think we can do that baby?"
Steve blinked dumbly, letting out a harsh breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Eddie's hands were in his hair, stroking softly, and it felt like he couldn't even hold up his own head anymore, with how quickly he let it fall against Eddie's shoulder. "Well, that sucks. I bought the perfect poster board for the occasion. Now what am I gonna do with all that extra glitter and confetti?"
"Ha ha. You should quit your job at Family Video and become a comedian. You'd make a killing." Eddie dead-panned.
Steve shoved him playfully, trying and failing miserably to hide his smile. His head fell back onto it's place on Eddie's shoulder. "You're so mean to me. Such a bad boyfriend."
He could feel Eddie's laughter vibrating in his chest. "I'm sorry, just couldn't miss the perfect opportunity to crush your comedic dreams. Although I'm sure a lot of people would pay a shit ton of money to see you standing on stage, even if your jokes are shitty."
"Awww Eddie would you pay a ton of money to see me on stage?" he moved his head from where it was resting. Looking up at Eddie with his best puppy eyes.
Eddie placed his finger on his chin, acting as if he was thinking it over. After a few sort minutes he shook his head, "unfortunately for you, I'm poor as shit. So the answer is no. Now if you gave me your father's banking details that answer would be an absolute yes."
Steve smirked, "nice try Munson. I quite enjoy being alive and if I did that my dad would probably kill me. Plus I have a lot to live for, like the kids, my friends, and my amazing boyfriend."
Eddie nodded, inching closer to him, "your boyfriend must be a really lucky guy."
"He is. I'm lucky too." he whispered, scared that he'd break the tense atmosphere around them.
He leaned further forward slowly, face growing closer to Eddie's. He was focused on not looking down at Eddie's lips, there was no way he was going to be the first one to break and lean in for a kiss.
A hand rose up to Steve's face, thumb swiping across his lips. He shivered in response, opening his mouth and letting Eddie's thumb slip past the soft skin of his lips. His eyes fell shut as he pulled Eddie's finger into his mouth. Tongue curling around the tip gently, sucking it further into his mouth with a pleased hum.
Eddie's pupils were blown wide, he licked his lips. Watching the tip of his thumb disappear into Steve's mouth. The soft sucking motions went straight to his dick.
Steve's face burnt up from embarrassment, and he began to squirm. He'd gotten wet fast, and Eddie seemed happy to take advantage of that. The finger in Steve's mouth was pulled out before being replaced with two fingers which were pushed into the back of his throat. He gagged a bit, eyes filled with tears. The ring on Eddie's middle finger was cold against his warm lips and the sensation made him shiver in pleasure.
Eddie pulled his fingers out again before lunging forward, letting his lips crash against Steve's. After way too long, Steve had Eddie's lips on his. He finally felt the man's pink lips against his own. The sounds coming from him were all swallowed up by Eddie.
He moaned when Eddie's tongue slipped into his mouth, his teeth scraping punishingly over Steve's bottom lip, snagging slightly over the his sensitive skin enough that he tasted blood in his mouth, swallowing eagerly. Eddie caught him by surprise when he grabbed Steve by the shoulders and shoved him down onto the couch. Everything clouded over for a minute as Eddie dragged his tongue up and over the ridge of his jaw, an obscene lick that made him let out that slightly-mortifying sound again. Shit. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," Eddie murmured when his lips finally grazed Steve's ear.
The words were exactly what he wanted to hear and it sounded so fucking hot falling from Eddie's mouth in a deep timbre. His breath was hitting Steve's skin, making the hair on the back of his neck raise. So he couldn't help whining a little.
He lifted himself a little bit off Steve, smiling down at him, "you sound like a fucking sin Stevie. You're making it really hard for me." his touch became gentle, cradling Steve's face in his hands again and stealing a soft, chaste kiss.
He moved off Steve completely, extending his hand to help him sit up. Steve allowed himself to be pulled up into a sitting position before letting out a long breath. His underwear was soaked and he could clearly see the bulge in Eddie's pants.
"Wow." he whispered, eyes wide. "If I knew kissing guys felt that good, I'd have kissed you a long time ago."
Eddie let out a choked laugh, "well if I knew you weren't straight I would have made an attempt to get your attention a long time ago."
Steve's face softened a bit, "You're really good with your tongue."
Eddie smirked at that, raising a suggestive brow, "I'm sure my tongue would feel a lot better if it was wrapped around your dick."
And then it hit him. Eddie didn't know. He completely forgot that Eddie would expect him to have a dick. His entire body tensed. Mind running a mile a minute.
Would Eddie break up with him if he found out the truth? Would he hate him? Would he think Steve is even more of a freak than he is?
Eddie noticed the abrupt change in his demeanor. Eyes widening at the possibility of scaring Steve off by being too forward. "We don't have to do anything right now Stevie. We don't have to do anything until you're completely comfortable... And even if you never get there and don't want to get physical, that would be okay too."
Steve's posture loosened at his words "no its not that."
Eddie frowned, "Is it... Have you never had your-"
"No!" Steve cut him off. He had a forced smile on his lips. "I don't– I can't... I uhm—"
His babbling was cut off by a loud banging on the door of the trailer. Startling both of them out of their little bubble.
Eddie let out a loud, exaggerated sigh before standing up. "We can continue this conversation later if you want. But we don't have to. 'S all up to you big boy."
Steve allowed himself a few minutes to let go of the tension in his body. He leaned back into the couch and stretched a bit to get rid of the knots in his neck and back. It was strange how quickly things flipped, one minute he was underneath Eddie being kissed into another dimension -bad choice of words- and then he was scared shitless to speak up about his nether regions, and now he was watching Argyle and Jonathan pile into the trailer while he tried to act natural.
The two men settled down quickly, seeming completely comfortable in the foreign space. "Heyo brochacho" Argyle uttered before pulling a few joints out of thin air.
"Hey Steve" Jonathan offered, his joint already lit and being shoved between his lips.
Steve took the joint Argyle offered him, "hey guys. Thanks" he felt awkward.
The conversation he had with Eddie was still playing in his head and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried. Maybe the weed would help.
"Your minds are about to be blown by this. This beauty is called Purple Palm Tree Delight. It's the best weed you'll get in Cali."
Eddie disappeared into the kitchen and came back with four beers in his hands. He handed each of them one before settling down beside Steve. He took the joint from Argyle and gave a quick thanks in return.
All four of them stayed quiet for the first few hits of their joints. Once that fuzzy feeling settled in Argyle spoke up, rambling something about wanting to build a temple on the moon.
"What the fuck are you talking about man?" Eddie asked with a laugh.
Steve studied Eddie's profile and hated that Eddie looked absolutely fine even though he already burned through his first joint. Eddie's face was covered with a soft smile. Planes of warm light from the open windows bouncing off of his cheeks. His eyelashes cast long shadows against his cheeks, and Steve couldn't stop looking at them. He moved over a bit, only stopping when he was pressed just a little bit too close to Eddie's side. Suddenly very conscious of the heat radiating from Eddie's body.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asked softly. His voice had deepened a bit, his speech slightly slurred.
Steve nodded, he felt light and free. All the stress left his body once the weed settled and now his problems didn't seem as big and scary as they had about thirty minutes ago. He gave Eddie what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but he was sure he probably looked absolutely insane. " 'M great. Feels good."
Eddie let a chuckle at that, "good. I don't like seeing you all stressed. You're way too good looking to be stressed out." He then proceeded to blow smoke into Steve's face.
Steve closed his eyes and breathed in the little smoke he could get. He hummed at that. It felt amazing when the smoke settled in his lungs.
Eddie shot a quick look over to Jonathan and Argyle who seemed to be caught up in their argument about rocks being crunchy candyfloss and hard sherbet. It made absolutely no sense but they somehow spoke about it with serious expressions.
He turned back to Steve and smirked at him again, an altogether different smirk than that of the first; this one was cocky, self-assured. "You wanna shotgun?"
"Why would I need a shotgun? We already killed Vecna." he asked, a look of bewilderment on his face.
He got a roll of Eddie's eyes and a scowl in response before Eddie motioned to the joint in Steve's hand. "do you want to try shotgunning the weed with me?"
"Try what?" Steve raised his brows.
"Shotgunning." Eddie let the smoke come out as he spoke. "It's when someone takes a hit and then blows the smoke in your mouth. There's usually kissing involved but we've got company so I suggest we leaving the kissing for another time. Wouldn't want to hear Argyle's thoughts on swapping spit. He would probably compare making out to eating risotto."
"Of course." Steve nodded, clearing his throat and looking around awkwardly. Wanting to double check that the other boys in the room weren't looking at them. He knew neither of them would have an issue with it but he agreed with Eddie on not wanting to hear Argyle talk about how kissing equates to the best risotto he has ever had. Although the more he thought about it the more he realized that he would listen to Argyle's random speeches. They were always funny. "Yeah, let's do it." He nodded.
He took a hit from the joint and then moved closer. "Open your mouth, breathe in slow." Eddie held the smoke in his lungs for a second as Steve did as he was told. Not wanting to disappoint Eddie. If he somehow screwed this up and choked he would simply get up, walk out the door and never return.
Eddie put a hand on Steve's shoulder, pursing his lips to focus the smoke as he blew it towards Steve's mouth. They were pressed so close together that they would be kissing if Steve nudged his chin forward a bit.
Steve breathed in slow, feeling something in his lungs, just barely. He exhaled after a moment, the tiniest puff of smoke coming out, making Eddie laugh. "Well that wasn't super effective. Wanna try again?"
Steve nodded and leaned a bit closer, their lips almost pressed together. Eddie leaned back and took another hit before moving to their previous position and blowing the smoke out. This time Steve managed to get a good amount of smoke into his mouth and didn't cough it out. Instead he held it for a bit before allowing it to come out of his mouth again. His eyes fell shut as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Eddie's in the softest kiss either of them had ever experienced. His lips were off Eddie's in a second, making the other man question if they brushed against his lips at all.
Steve let out a soft giggle. That's right. A fucking giggle. Before leaning forward and letting his head rest on Eddie's shoulder. He felt giddy. Like a teenager experiencing their first crush. Butterflies and all. It felt good. It felt so good and he knew somehow it would all get fucked in the end.
Life always fucked him over somehow so he knew that some stupid shit would happen and pull the rug of happiness right out from underneath his feet. He just knew it.
Besties. I am begging. (If you have a begging kink, you're welcome.)
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Don't leave your fellow Steddie shipper hanging. My faith is running out.
Anywayyyy... Moving on from that embarrassing rant, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
