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Steve had kissed so many girls.
Like, Steve was the champion of kissing girls. He knew exactly what to do no matter the circumstance— he had a whole step by step plan on how to get a girl warm and willing with only a few signature moves.
And he’d never, never once, gotten the urge to try out any of those moves on a guy.
Which was how he knew whatever was going through his head right now had to be blamed on the weed. There was no other explanation for the reason he found himself wanting to lean forward and close the last few inches of distance lingering between him and Eddie.
No other explanation for why his heart was beating so goddamn hard that it almost felt like dying.
“You can tell me to stop,” Eddie said, voice calm and soothing. Controlled, despite the flicker of insecurity Steve thought he caught behind those dark eyes. It was the out he should have jumped to take— he should have been up and out of that bed, out of Eddie’s trailer, and out of his life so goddamn fast.
But instead, he just swallowed, the click of his throat painfully loud in the quiet between them. A shake of the head, so slight that he was surprised Eddie was able to catch it at all. But he did, and apparently that was all the cue he needed.
Two hands fisted into the front of Steve’s shirt, pulling him close as Eddie stretched up to close the distance between them, pressing their lips together. His eyes were closed, eyelashes dark and fluttering against the skin of his cheeks as he seemed to wince into the kiss. Like he was waiting for Steve to shove him back, to hit him, or just to freak out in general.
All of which would have been rational responses, ones that Steve pushed aside in favor of dropping his hands tentatively to Eddie’s hips, fingers digging in as he tried to ground himself. There was a low hum that slipped from Eddie as Steve returned the kiss, the two of them moving together, trying to find the perfect rhythm.
And it was nothing like kissing a girl.
Eddie didn’t taste like bubblegum, mint, or cinnamon for one. And he didn’t let Steve take control, instead the two of them vied for the lead, meeting at each turn and pushing for more. Eddie’s fingers untangled from Steve’s polo to reach up and curl at his jaw, holding him where he wanted.
Steve probably should have been second guessing this whole thing, or maybe just, guessing it in the first place, but instead he didn’t think about it. He was high enough to pretend like this wasn’t anything big, that they were just doing what felt right and— it did, he realized. It felt right.
The thought alone made him nervous, had him trembling in a way that was involuntary and painfully vulnerable. It was reminiscent of the first time he’d done something like this, with a girl, when he’d been terrified and excited all at once, unable to control exactly where all the energy in his body went.
It was embarrassing, but Eddie simply swept a warm, dry thumb against Steve’s cheeks, murmuring a low ‘it’s okay,’ into the kiss. Had Eddie done this before…? It sure seemed like he knew what he was doing— that he wasn’t quite as nervous as Steve was, or he hid it well.
Steve tried to calm himself, willing the trembling to stop, and as soon as he’d gotten himself under control again, Eddie pushed his tongue forwards, sweeping it over Steve's lips. His breath hitched as a shock of pleasure hit him, and he opened for Eddie without hesitation, wanting more, dazed by the way Eddie quickly filled any space Steve offered up to him.
He distantly realized he was getting hard from it, the needy way Eddie chased his lips, moving into the kiss like he was afraid it’d be stolen away from him at any moment. Licking into Steve’s mouth like he was desperate to memorize every inch of him.
When Steve finally broke the kiss to seek air, Eddie made a whining, disappointed sound in the back of his throat that had Steve’s cock twitching where it was pressed to the seam of his jeans. His head felt heavy, mind spinning slow as he tried to process the fact that he’d just been kissing Eddie Munson, that he was actually into it…
“Wow, I mean it might just be because I’m high as fuck but, that was kind of awesome,” Eddie said, speaking a bit fast. “It’s not just me, right?”
“Yes, I mean no—” Steve struggled to keep up, feeling hazy as he tried to put together a coherent sentence. “I mean, fuck. I’m high too.”
Eddie laughed, warm air hitting Steve right in the face. He looked cute like that, his face scrunched up as he curled in on himself a little, dimples pressed into his cheeks. Steve knew he must have been staring, knew it from the way Eddie sobered up quick, as soon as he’d caught the look on Steve’s face.
It’d been a cool night in Hawkins when he’d left his home, but in Eddie’s trailer the temperature had taken a significant increase, and Steve found himself sweating from both the heat and the nerves.
“Can I touch your dick?”
“What?” Steve asked sharply, his voice cracking ever so slightly. His eyes slipped down to focus on Eddie’s lips. They were still wet.
“Can I…” Eddie dropped a hand between them, surging forwards as he pressed the palm of his hand to the bulge in Steve’s jeans. “Touch your dick, Steve Harrington?”
“Oh,” Steve’s breath hitched, his hips rocking into Eddie’s loose grip. “Yeah— yes.”
With a huff of a laugh and a sense of confidence he had no right having— especially considering the fact that Steve felt like he was on the verge of shaking to pieces with this— Eddie began to undo the front of Steve’s jeans, long fingers fumbling and tugging at him. He could hear the click of metal as Eddie’s rings hit against his button, as it was undone and his zipper was pulled down.
“You’re hung, aren't you?” Eddie was asking, still focused on the task at hand. “Of course you’re fucking hung, this explains so much…” Steve merely watched, transfixed, wondering what the hell that was even supposed to mean— breath catching in his chest as Eddie slipped a hand under the waistband of his briefs and wrapped those slender fingers around him.
“Oh man,” Steve groaned out as Eddie’s grip tightened, and he realized, of course, that he was right about the calluses. Because Eddie’s hand was just rough enough to be like nothing he’d ever felt before, sending a heavy jolt of pleasure running up his spine as Eddie gave his first, experimental stroke. “That's…”
“Good?” Eddie offered, voice low and soothing like he was worried he could still spook Steve if he wasn’t careful.
Staring down at the way the head of his cock looked, squeezing through the circle Eddie's thumb and forefinger made it too much, so Steve just threw his head back and let out a groan, bucking into the touch.
“Holy fucking shit, yes,” he gasped out, earning a short huff from Eddie, who leaned in to mouth at Steve’s exposed neck.
“Damn Harrington, when’s the last time you got someone to touch you like this?” Steve could feel the way Eddie’s lips formed those words, pressed against his skin.
“It’s uh— it’s been a while,” he admitted, too far gone to worry about stupid, fragile things like his ego. “T-think you could take those off?” As much as he wanted to lose himself to the sensation, he all too well remembered that time Tina had given him a dry handy with rings on and his foreskin had gotten pinched under one of them. He really wasn’t looking to relive that, no matter how exciting the contrast between Eddie’s rough hand and the smooth metal might have felt.
“Take off…?” Eddie asked, pulling back a little to stare questioningly at Steve.
“The rings,” he clarified.
Eddie took the time to be slightly annoyed, before withdrawing his hand from Steve’s dick and pulling it up between them. Quickly, he began to remove the rings— fumbling a little, like maybe he’d really been nervous this whole time and just hid it a lot better than Steve did.
“Give me your hand,” Eddie said, cradling a whole palmful of rings now. Steve complied easily, watching as Eddie’s fingers took his own between them and began carefully slipping his rings on. They didn’t exactly fit right, a few of them catching on Steve’s knuckles. “Don’t lose them.”
Steve curled his hand into a fist the moment Eddie released him, skin still tingling from the touch. He watched in awe as Eddie drew his own palm up to his lips and stuck his tongue out, licking a broad stripe up to the tips of his fingers.
He went back over them a couple times, before spitting into his palm and shoving it back down between them, taking Steve in hand again. By this point he was aching for it, and with the addition of Eddie’s slick spit to that tight grip, he couldn’t help but let out a low, embarrassing whine as Eddie set to working him over again.
Steve closed his eyes tight, the speed of his breath picking up to match the speed of Eddie’s hand on his cock, the pleasure quickly mounting. It fogged out all of his senses, felt heavy on his mind and electric at the base of his spine, surging through him like waves, threatening to spill over.
Normally, he lasted pretty long— hell, sometimes a hand job had been too boring to even get him off, and he’d have to coax a girl into going further, maybe using her mouth.
But now, with Eddie pressed up close to him, with his hand moving quick between them, twisting and pulling in only the way someone who’d spent a whole lot of time jerking themselves off would know to do, Steve felt like he was going to lose it real quick.
Like, embarrassingly quick.
“H-hang on—” His words were strangled by pleasure, but Eddie’s hand stilled, slipping down to squeeze at the base of Steve’s cock, the two of them breathing hard, waiting for the urgency to abate.
Was it sad that he wanted this to last? That he wanted Eddie to take it slow so he could enjoy this moment to its fullest, before the crushing reality of what they were doing settled back in? Eddie was looking up at him expectantly, pupils blown out so wide with lust that Steve felt like he could fall into them and drown, and he needed some explanation other than ‘I just don’t want this to be over.’
“What about you?” He said instead, a flush hitting Eddie’s cheeks the moment the words left Steve's mouth.
“Well, I’m not gonna lie— I am kind of hurting over here,” Eddie said, shifting his hips a little where he lay. Steve glanced down, catching the line of Eddie’s cock trapped painfully between tight, dark denim and his hip. A wet spot had begun to soak into the fabric, and Steve’s mouth inexplicably watered at the sight.
He’d never touched anyone else's dick. Sure, he’d seen plenty of them in the locker room— but they’d never actually been hard, and he’d definitely never touched one . But he had enough experience with himself, that he figured it couldn’t have been all that different. Just, switching up the angles, right? Easy.
Still, as he hesitantly reached for the front of Eddie’s jeans, it kind of felt like his heart was going to climb up out of his throat and try to make a break for it. He swallowed hard, as if that might help.
Steve fought with the front of Eddie’s jeans, progress hindered a bit by the way Eddie was pushing his hips up into Steve’s knuckles, letting out a low, desperate sound. “Man, hurry up.”
“You’re not exactly making it easy,” Steve complained, holding back the urge to remind Eddie that he was still high as fuck, too— his coordination wasn’t exactly in peak form.
“Don’t blame me man, if you don’t touch me soon I’m gonna shoot off in my fucking jeans,” Eddie said, a shameless whine lingering just under the words.
Finally, Steve managed to get the pants undone, shivering at the sigh of relief Eddie let out as soon as the pressure on his cock eased. Steve merely stared, focused on the jut of Eddie’s cock, swollen stiff and flushed, the tip wet, smeared with precum.
“Gimme your leg,” Eddie said roughly, his hands flying to Steve’s ass— pausing to squeeze at the muscle for a moment, before slipping down to the back of his thigh and pulling his leg forwards.
Catching on quicker than Steve tended to get credit for, he shoved his knee between Eddie’s legs. Steve groaned as he watched Eddie’s hips buck, riding his thigh, drawing closer until their lengths were pressed together.
“I’m not gonna last,” Eddie choked out, followed by a hum of agreement from Steve. The hand of his not busy keeping Eddie’s rings for him found its way to the back of his head, tangling into those dark, hair sprayed curls and tugging at them. Roughly directing Eddie’s lips back to meet his own again.
Eddie’s hand pushed between them, taking both of them in hand and stroking them in time. Steve could feel the velvet soft slide of the skin of Eddie’s cock against his own, slick with precum and sweat, overheated, pure bliss, the firm squeeze of Eddie’s palm around them making the pressure that much more overwhelming.
“Shit, Eddie— you’re so… you’re so…” Whatever he’d been trying to say was cut off with a moan, friction and the hazy remaining weight of their high making it hard to get the words out. Eddie just nodded, as if he already knew what Steve was going to say. Funny, considering the fact that Steve wasn’t even sure what he was about to say.
Their kisses devolved to the point where it was just them, panting into each other's mouths from swollen, wet lips. Eddie’s lids were hooded as he stared back at Steve, a deep flush on his skin, from the effort— and maybe, Steve hoped, because it was him.
“You know, I’ve thought about this before,” Eddie’s voice was low, like he was telling a secret.
What? “What?” Steve was breathless, trying desperately to keep up.
“Yeah, it’s kind of funny—right?” Eddie laughed, the sound melting into a moan as Steve jerked his hips up into him. “I mean, I guess the wires got crossed a little, I was so annoyed with you one night that it gave me a stiffy.”
Steve groaned at the mental image that brought up, Eddie lying here in his bed, frustrated and alone, jerking off to the thought of how much he hated Steve. Or maybe, neither of them were quite clear on what actually hating someone actually felt l ike.
“C’mon man,” Steve gasped, pleasure suddenly knotting up tight in his gut, his whole body tensing as he teetered on the edge…
“I mean it, you got me off so many times after that…”
“Fuck—!” Steve was cut off as his climax hit him, sudden and hard. His hips jerked, knocking into Eddie’s fist as he came, spurting out over the front of Eddie’s shirt with the first, and second shot, soaking the fabric. His third, final shot proved far more lackluster, dripping out over the knuckles of Eddie’s hand as his hips gave a last, weak jerk.
“Fuck,” Steve breathed again, a sigh now as he whimpered at the tug of Eddie’s fist at his oversensitive, spent cock. Eddie, the apparent good guy he was, took pity on Steve and released him. Eddie's hand went to himself instead, and Steve watched, hazy and transfixed as Eddie’s face screwed up, his breathing picking up quick as he tried to finish himself off.
“Let me,” Steve said, punch drunk from his climax, he untangled his fist from Eddie’s hair and knocked his hand out of the way.
It was strange, but he’d been right. It wasn’t all that different from touching his own.
Eddie let out a harsh, strangled sound as he buried his face into the crook of Steve’s neck— and it didn’t take him long to lose himself, trembling into Steve as his climax hit him. The sound Eddie made when he came had Steve’s cock giving a weak twitch against his thigh, perking up just a little despite the fact that there was no way in hell he was going to be down for another round.
Steve pressed his thumb to the underside of Eddie’s cock and dragged it up, focused on feeling the way he pulsed under Steve’s grip, circling the pad of his thumb over the tip as it leaked a few, final spurts of cum out around him.
And then Eddie stopped trembling, his whole body going slack against Steve’s, both of them breathing hard as they tried to catch their bearings again.
Steve’s brain instantly decided to remind him how bad an idea all of this was.
Had he really just let Eddie Munson jerk him off?
Did he really return the favor? Did they seriously kiss and touch and did Eddie actually say that shit about how he’d
thought
about this?
Could Steve still, somehow, chalk all of this up to the fact that they were high, knowing all of that?
Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out.
“Twenty,” Eddie breathed out, the sound of his voice sudden enough to break Steve out of his instant and intense downward spiral.
“What?” Steve managed to ask.
“The weed,” Eddie explained, “it’s twenty.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed. “I knew you were over charging me.”
Eddie laughed, his whole body shaking in Steve’s arms— and yes, Steve realized he was still holding on to the guy. He couldn’t quite bring himself to push Eddie away, so instead he pushed away the fearful, encroaching thoughts of ‘what did this mean’ and ‘why did it have to mean anything.’
He could figure that out later, he supposed.
For now, he just closed his eyes and waited for the lingering high to fade, focusing on the slow breathing of Eddie, and how he could not only hear it, but feel it, too.