Saturday, August 16, 1986
Eddie watches Steve as he strums the final notes of "S.O.S.", he distantly registers that they're looking at each other with so much adoration that anyone in attendance who didn't know they are together must know now but he can't bring himself to care. He loves Steve, and he's going to tell him. Tonight. Screw it being too fast, screw coming on too strong, his annoying—but admittedly helpful—pep talk with Murray has bolstered his courage.
Hopper says something about needing more beer from the kitchen and Eddie takes the opportunity to volunteer himself and Steve for the task. He figures a little bit of privacy would be good, especially on the very slim chance that things get awkward and Steve doesn't say it back.
As soon as they're in the house away from prying eyes Eddie turns back around to face Steve, "Baby, I—oof," he starts, but is immediately interrupted by Steve's mouth on his.
Eddie laughs into the kiss, grabbing at Steve's shoulders as his boyfriend pushes him into the closest wall. Steve presses his hips into Eddie's insistently, slotting his knee between Eddie's thighs, effectively pinning him in place. They moan into each other's mouths, and Eddie's hands trail down to Steve's ass, fingers slipping into his back pockets as he roughly pulls Steve against him. Steve's already half-hard in his jeans, a fact that makes Eddie grin, ready to tease.
"Jesus Stevie, didn't know a little song was gonna get you so worked up."
"Fuck you Eds," Steve says fondly, "you knew exactly what you were doing, with your fucking voice, and those hands, Jesus Christ."
Steve ruts against him again, mouthing at Eddie's neck as he continues to mumble, "You don't know what you do to me baby, you make me so fucking crazy. Made me want to throw you over my shoulder and drag you home to have my wicked way with you."
Eddie groans, throwing his head back into the wall as Steve pulls at his shirt to nip his shoulder. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, even if it does make you sound like a fucking caveman," he huffs.
"You love it," says Steve, cocky as ever. Eddie barely has a second to think of a quip back when the fucker grabs him by the thighs and hikes him up the wall, spreading his legs and thrusting in between them like he's gonna fuck him right through their jeans in the middle of the Hopper-Byers' hallway.
The feeling of Steve against him combined with the hot, wet mouth, sucking a mark into his neck is making Eddie lose his goddamn mind. He's about to work his hands between them, to touch Steve the way he so clearly needs to be touched, but a loud laugh filters in through an open window and makes them both freeze.
Oh right, our friends are all outside and could walk in at any moment. Whoops.
"Shit," Steve says quietly into Eddie's neck.
"We should probably…" Eddie trails off. His hands are still gripping Steve's shoulders tight, like he doesn't want to let go—because he doesn't. But they really should continue this somewhere that they won't be interrupted. Preferably somewhere with a bed.
Steve gently lowers Eddie's legs to the ground, kissing him once, twice, three times more before pulling away, smiling sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his pants.
Somehow they manage to keep their hands to themselves long enough to calm down before they head into the kitchen to find the case of beer in the fridge. The last thing they want is to return outside with matching tents in their pants. As they step through the backdoor a cheer sounds from the group near the fire and a few sets of grabby hands reach forwards at the promise of more beer.
"What took you guys so long?" Mike asks snottily.
"Pretty sure you don't want to know the answer to that, Mike," replies Will quietly, giggling when Mike's confused expression morphs into disgust, "ew, gross."
"They were ready to send a search party," Robin says as Steve hands her a can, "you owe me one dingus."
"Surprised you were able to hold these nosey fuckers back," Steve says with a laugh, smacking Dustin's hands away as he tries to snag a beer from the box under Steve's arm.
"Ow!" Dustin pouts. "Some of us are still scarred from the last time you two were left alone at a group get-together, I didn't need a repeat viewing of that."
"Jeez Dusty-Bun, prude much?" Eddie says, sticking out his tongue. "We're hot-blooded American men, we have needs."
Steve groans and rubs his face as the kids protest with varying levels of revulsion.
"I think it is sweet," El says, smiling at Eddie.
Eddie grins back, pointing a finger gun at her with a wink, "That's why you're my favorite, Supergirl."
That comment just earns Eddie a whole 'nother round of protests, devolving into a loud argument over who's his and who's Steve's favorite. Dustin stoutly defends his honor as both of their favorites, though Eddie and Steve refuse to comment.
It's only when Steve is looking at him over Dustin's head, eyes soft and fond with a secret little smile on his face that Eddie realizes he didn't get a chance to tell Steve how he feels.
I've got to tell him.
Steve drives them back to his place after the party, he's looking forward to continuing what they started earlier but Eddie's being weirdly fidgety, keeps fucking with the radio but doesn't seem to be able to decide on a station. Finally, Steve smacks his hand away, spinning the dial himself and settling it on a pop station he likes. Eddie grumbles, but keeps his hands to himself, spinning one of his rings around his finger instead.
Eddie's jeans rustle against the seat as he bounces his knee nervously. Steve opens his mouth to ask what's wrong but a Wham! song starts playing on the radio and he turns it up. He starts singing along, laying it on thick and warbling his voice in the cheesiest way to try to pull Eddie out of his funk. Meanwhile, Eddie's face is pinched in distaste, but his lips are quivering like they're attempting to hold in a laugh. Steve keeps crooning, switching between watching the road and leaning into Eddie's space, fluttering his eyelashes.
Eddie can't hold it in any longer and barks out a laugh before aggressively switching the radio off entirely, cutting off Steve's serenade. "Alright, alright, babe you're fucking relentless. Jesus H. Christ, I love you but you know how much I hate Wham!"
Steve feels his heart thump in his chest, his eyes flit over to Eddie, catching him wide-eyed and panicked. Steve's stomach sinks, it was a slip, it must've been. Eddie didn't mean it that way. The way that Steve has been so desperate to hear ever since things ended so spectacularly with Nancy. The way that Steve has been longing to say out loud to Eddie for a couple of weeks now, but he's been holding himself back from voicing it for fear of another depressing realization that the person he loves doesn't love him back the same way.
"I—shit, I'm sorry Steve, I shouldn't have said that," Eddie says, so meekly that he doesn't even sound like himself.
"Oh, yeah… that's alright…slip of the tongue, or whatever," Steve responds, monotone. He knows he should perk up, not let Eddie see how the slip and subsequent take back has made him feel, but he can't seem to muster the energy to pretend he's okay with it. That it doesn't matter to him.
"No!" Eddie protests immediately, loudly enough that Steve flinches a little.
Steve keeps his eyes on the road as Eddie continues, tone softer. "No, I mean I—I've wanted to say it…for a while now. I just couldn't find the right time. And then I wanted to say it when we went inside earlier, but someone came at me like a Neanderthal and I was helpless to resist."
"Wait, what are you saying?" Steve asks, bordering on hysterical, his eyes feel a bit misty and his hands start to sweat as he grips the steering wheel tightly.
"I'm trying to say that I love you, Stevie," says Eddie sweetly, "Even though I kinda fucked it up."
"Oh," Steve tries to sniff subtly, wants to wipe at his eyes without seeming too obvious.
He pulls the Beamer into their driveway and puts it in park as he processes what Eddie said. He takes a beat too long apparently, because Eddie's suddenly talking again and Steve can barely follow his words.
"...it's too soon but, I just wanted to tell you. You don't have to say it back, it's okay, I can wait…I mean, well, I hope that you'll want to say it back eventually, but it's fine if you don't. Or well, not really fine because—Steve? Are you still with me? Baby? Can I still call you that? Oh God, don't tell me that my big mouth has fucked everything up."
"Honey, will you shut up for two seconds so I can say it back?" Steve teases, smiling as Eddie gapes like a fish.
Steve turns the car off, takes the keys out of the ignition, unbuckles his seatbelt, and turns to Eddie. He almost laughs when Eddie huffs impatiently, crossing and uncrossing his arms over his chest as he eyes Steve warily.
"Edward Munson, you absolute goofball of a man. I love you too, so fucking much."
And then he launches himself at Eddie like a man starved, grabbing his surprised face in both hands and kissing him until they're both breathless.
"You thought I was acting like a caveman before? Well, buckle up baby, 'cause I'm about to hit you over the head with my club and take you inside my cave," Steve says salaciously, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling when Eddie laughs.
"C'mon big boy, times a-wastin'," Eddie replies as he kicks open the passenger door and beelines up the driveway.
Steve giggles and follows behind him, pressing Eddie face-first into the door as he unlocks it. He's grateful that it's dark out cause he doesn't want to stop and worry about anyone seeing them as he slams the door shut and twists the lock.
He stares at Eddie, both of them panting, matching smiles on their faces. Steve grabs Eddie around the waist, throwing him over his shoulder, and marches towards the bedroom.
"Ooof! What the fuck Steve?" Eddie protests before reaching down to smack Steve on the ass, muttering "Neanderthal," under his breath.
Steve tosses Eddie on the bed, watches him bounce on the mattress for a second before he rips his shirt off over his head. He can feel his hair get all messed up, knows it's probably sticking up at odd angles, but he doesn't give a shit. He wants Eddie and he wants him now.
"Take your clothes off," Steve instructs as he unbuttons his jeans, shucking them down his thighs.
Eddie looks like he's about to protest—or at least make a sassy comment—before he thinks better of it and whips his own shirt off. He wriggles around the bed like a turtle on his back undoing his jeans and kicking them off. Steve would laugh at how silly he looks if he wasn't so fucking turned on. He pulls his briefs down and his cock bounces up, smacking against his stomach. He wraps his hand around it as he watches Eddie struggle to get his shoes off with his jeans.
"You stuck, baby?" Steve teases, hand pumping his dick as he steps forward and looks down at Eddie.
"Shut up and help me, you dick," Eddie pants, trying to untie his shoelaces while his jeans are bunched up and in the way.
Steve lets go of his cock, letting it bob in place as he bends down and pulls one of Eddie's shoes off, then the other, flinging them over his shoulder and letting them thud onto the floor behind him. Eddie squirms out of his boxers, finally naked, and looks up at Steve. His eyes catch on Steve's dick, tongue coming out to lick at the corner of his mouth as he eyes it longingly.
"Like what you see?" Steve asks cockily, grabbing his dick again and stroking it right in front of Eddie's face.
"You know I do, sweetheart," Eddie replies lowly, before moving to replace Steve's hand with his own. Steve moans, working his to Eddie's hair as he licks at the tip, teasing.
"Fuck, baby, I'm not going to last if you do that," Steve says breathlessly, shuddering when Eddie takes the head into his mouth.
That declaration only seems to egg Eddie on. He swirls his tongue around, looking up at Steve with his big brown eyes full of mischief. Steve pushes Eddie's hair out of his face, caressing his cheek lovingly as he watches Eddie bob up and down on his cock. Eddie strokes at the base with one hand, the other reaching down to gently tug at Steve's balls, lightly rolling them in his hand.
"Eddie, honey, I'm getting close," Steve pants, curling forward as Eddie sucks harder, strokes faster.
"Fuck baby, yeah. Just like that, shit… Eddie," He cries out, thrusting forward as he cums, hands tangled in Eddie's hair, practically leaning on Eddie as his legs quake through his orgasm.
Eddie swallows around him, releasing Steve's flagging dick with a wet noise and nipping at his thigh. "Oh, d'you like that Stevie?" He teases.
Meanwhile, Steve is trying to catch his breath and isn't sure how he's even still standing. "Jesus, Eddie, of course I fucking liked it. I think you sucked my soul out through my dick, babe," he says with a wry chuckle as he collapses face-first on the bed next to Eddie.
"If you fall asleep before you fuck me I'm gonna kick you out of your own damn bed, Harrington," Eddie threatens.
Steve squints up at Eddie, mumbling, "jus gimme a sec," before closing his eyes again and trying to catch his breath. It's not his fault he always gets sleepy after he cums.
He's not sure if he dozes off or not, but suddenly the room is filled with slick noises and Eddie's breathy moans. Steve opens his eyes again, suddenly overwhelmed at the sight of his boyfriend opening himself up a foot away from him. Eddie's holding one leg up while his other hand slowly works his index finger in and out of his tight hole. The sight makes Steve's mouth water, and suddenly he feels wide awake, his spent cock pulsing to life with every thrust of Eddie's hand.
"What are you doing?" demands Steve, pushing himself up on his elbows and raising an eyebrow at Eddie.
Eddie starts, apparently so lost in prepping himself that he forgot Steve was even there. He looks at Steve with wide eyes, feigning innocence. "You fell asleep so I had to take care of myself," Eddie pouts, cranking up his puppy-eyed look to an eleven.
"You're such a little shit," Steve grins, predatory, scooching up the bed to gently remove Eddie's fingers from his hole.
Steve thumbs over the slick skin, teasing the rim a little before pushing his thumb in slightly, making Eddie gasp. He leans forward, licking into Eddie's mouth and kissing him soundly before pulling back and grabbing the lube, pouring some on his fingers and working his own finger into Eddie's tight heat. He's got a better angle than Eddie had and he's able to push his finger in farther, caressing, searing for that little bundle of nerves to drive Eddie wild. He grins when he finds it, Eddie's leg kicks out, thumping on the bed as he cries out in pleasure, body shuddering.
"Huh, would you look at that, guess you did need me after all," says Steve, shit-eating grin pulling at his face as he looks down at Eddie, watching his face as he caresses his spot.
"St-Steeeeeeve, fuck!" Eddie keens, "Gimme another, I need you inside of me."
Steve lubes his fingers up again, pressing two into Eddie slowly until he relaxes into it.
"You're taking me so well baby, can't wait to get my dick in you," Steve whispers into Eddie's mouth.
Steve works his fingers in and out slowly, alternating between lazy thrusts and gentle circles of Eddie's prostate, until Eddie is dripping and begging. "Please…Stevie, baby, please you're killing me here. I'm ready. I'm ready, please," Eddie wails.
He withdraws his hand, reaching for a condom and tearing open the packet to roll it on. He slicks himself up with more lube wiping the excess around Eddie's hole and watching it clench in anticipation. Steve guides his cock forward, rubbing the head against Eddie's rim. Teasing.
"Steve, will you quit fucking around and get your dick in me already?" Eddie demands, making Steve grin. He loves when Eddie gets all bitchy and bossy, all pent up and overwhelmed by how badly he wants Steve's cock.
He thrusts shallowly at first, slowly working his dick in, watching it slide in and out as he holds one of Eddie's legs up. "Ah, ah, ah! Yes, baby," Eddie sighs, " finally ."
Once they've both had a moment to adjust Steve starts fucking Eddie in earnest, skin slapping as he grabs at Eddie's hips and pulls him forward in time with his thrusts. He leans down and murmurs soft praises into Eddie's ear. "You feel fucking amazing baby, love your tight little hole. You feel so good, Eddie. Ah, fuck, shit, I'm getting close baby. Are you gonna cum for me?"
Steve wraps his hand around Eddie's cock, pumping it as he picks up the pace. Eddie starts crying out every time Steve bottoms out inside of him, so loud he's bordering on screaming and Steve's distantly thankful that Robin is staying at Vickie's tonight.
"Yes! Gonna cum—gonna cum on that fat cock of yours, you fuck me so good Stevie. Holy shit, fuck, yes. Right there, right there, don't—don't stop," Eddie stiffens, legs tensing around Steve's hips as thick ropes of cum shoot out of his dick and up his stomach.
Steve continues fucking him through it, his own hips stuttering as his second orgasm of the night overtakes him. He falls forward on Eddie, pressing their fronts together, but holding himself up enough so he doesn't totally squish him. Steve claims Eddie's mouth in a messy kiss, sighing and smiling into it.
"Let's get cleaned up sweetheart, you made us both all messy," Eddie says softly, between kisses.
They take their time getting up and making their way into the shower, where they slowly and languidly wash each other's bodies. Once they're finished, dried off and back in bed with the blankets pulled up around them Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and pulls him in.
"Love you so much Eds," he whispers into the dark.
"I love you too, Stevie."
Notes:
That's all folks! Thank you to anyone who's stuck around with this fic through sporadic updates! This was the first fic I ever wrote and I didn't know where I was going with it at first. I might add an epilogue for this one day, but for now it's complete! I hope you've enjoyed it. Would love if you checked out my other stories :) Everything I've written goes on ao3 now! You can find me there under weird_witchcraft
Chapter Title from "Here Is the House" by Depeche Mode
"The Edge Of Heaven" by Wham! was in the Top 10 Songs of August 1986
Big thanks to Becca for giving this a read through 3
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