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It was hot in Eddie's house, and Steve and Eddie were piled on top of each other on the little green sofa in front of the TV watching a random B-rate film from Family Video. It wasn't really a B-rate, more like an F because it was just that bad. The only reason Steve even brought it over was because he liked the box cover.
A guy in a tight, white shirt looking in the distance.
Most of the movie was just terrible plot and embarrassing flirting that made them cringe so hard they had to look away. They were half way into the garbage movie when the white shirt guy started jacking off. Weirdly, it was the best scene in the whole film. It was shot well, the coloring was pleasant, and the sound quality somehow got eighty times better than before. Kinda made them think it was just a porno they tried to pass off as a movie so they could sell it to more people.
Eddie and Steve glanced at each other awkwardly a few times during the scene, which seemed to go on forever. The guy in the movie was panting and groaning as he pulled at his dick with slick sounds filling the air. Shlick, shlick, shlick.
It was so fucking attractive. Maybe it was just their collective body heat mixed with the summer weather, but Steve's body was catching fire fast like a dry field during a lightning storm. His jeans were stretching tight over his crotch as his eyes glued to the screen. The actor was groaning and had his mouth hung open to his saliva drooled onto his cock, making it even slicker.
Steve glanced at Eddie, who was fidgeting and nervously looking around the TV screen like a frantic deer on a road, and bit his lip. Steve looked back between the TV and Eddie gulping, trying not to bring attention to his hardening dick, but his jeans were starting to feel uncomfortable.
When he looked back over to Eddie, his head was tilted back into the cushion as he tried to steady his breaths. Steve's eyes lingered on him for a long time, realizing he was hard too. That noticeable hitch in his black jeans made Steve's heart jump.
"Hey Eds..?" Steve muttered, voice feeling hoarse.
Eddie looked at him and his eyes were wide and panicked, "Hm?" His lips pursed into a thin, nervous line.
"Do you wanna...I mean, my friends and I used to, like, help each other out when...you know." Steve breathed, eyeing Eddie's lap so quickly you would have missed it easily.
"With your friends- You did that kind of stuff together?" Eddie shrunk into his own shoulders, cheeks burning from the idea of Steve gasping as a boy touched him. He wanted that chance, he wanted to watch Steve's face twist with pleasure, he wanted to see his eye brows furry when he came.
Steve furrowed his brows, much like Eddie just imagined, "Yeah, sometimes," He shrugged nervously, "Just...helping each other out, I guess?"
Eddie swallowed hard, god the heat was really getting to him, he was actually considering it. He wanted to get off so badly, he wanted to get Steve off so badly.
"Okay- Yeah, I want to..."
Steve's breath hitched and he moved closer. They quickly undid their pants zippers and buttons and rewound the scene. It felt nice to have something else fill in the sound, even if it made them unbelievably horny. Eddie couldn't believe he had gotten to the point where he was practically watching porn with his—essentially—best friend who is allegedly straight.
Not just watching porn, but jacking off with each other to it.
"Just relax, Eds, I know what I'm doing, promise." Steve muttered, taking Eddie's hard cock out his boxers. He tried not to look at it, he tried not to think of its pulse in his hand. As much as he tried, his mind wandered, thinking about getting fucked with it—becoming full and how it would feel if Eddie came inside his hole, stretched wide for him.
God his mind was going places, it made his skin prick with goosebumps.
Eddie wasn't sure if that sentiment made him feel worse, or better. Steve had experience giving hand jobs to guys, cool. Eddie was weirdly jealous, but his heart was beating a million miles per minute. What do you mean Steve 'The Hair' Harrington was going to touch his dick? On purpose too, he even offered.
They were friends, weirdly close now, but were they...give each other hand jobs close? Eddie had no idea. Maybe, he guessed, if Steve seems to think so. He followed Steve's lead and took him out too, waiting for some kind of 'okay' from him.
The scene reached the gasping point, the guy's voice rattling deep in Eddie and Steve's stomachs. Steve nodded slightly, eyebrows quirking, before he slowly dragged his hand down Eddie's smooth shaft.
"Oh god-" Eddie gasped, "You're going to have to go much faster than that." Eddie groaned.
Steve nodded a little too much, "I know, just want you to be comfortable." Steve said quietly, almost shy, and worked up a small, terribly slow pace.
It felt good enough, so Eddie followed his lead again and copied the slow speed, rings pressing so gently on Eddie's skin.
They avoided eye contact for awhile, glancing at the screen as the actors head tipped back to cum, making Steve groan at the sight of it. He imagined Eddie doing that, right in front of him too, right in his hand.
The movie rung on, but they didn't pay any attention to it anymore. How could they?
Eddie moved in closer, hips jutting and fucking into Steve's hand without warning. Steve watched, unable to rip his eyes from the way Eddie slid in and out of his hand, smooth and warm against his palm—a little sticky now too, with a modest amount of pre-cum pearling at his tip. It looked fucking edible.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut at the hard density of Eddie's rings pressing into his skin, bitting into him like a venomous snake—but instead of hissing in pain, Steve nearly moaned. His breath shook, biting his lip to keep any sound from slipping from his throat, it was hard not to make noise. Steve's head fell forward, peaking up through his now messy bangs to look at Eddie. He could feel blush flood his cheeks.
Eddie was practically stunned by Steve's innate beauty, somehow he looked good all riled up, sweating and flushed.
He was pink in the face, biting his lip, and sneaking glances at Eddie with his big, hazel eyes and blow out pupils.
"Feels good, Eds." Steve gasped, desperately tipping forward till his forehead met Eddie's shoulder. The rings and rough callouses made his heart flutter into climax, getting closer as he jacked Eddie off with a stuttering pace.
"It's good?" Eddie questioned, panting lightly, tongue falling out his mouth a little as Steve pulled and rubbed at his twitching cock.
Steve nodded, "Mhm, yeah..." He answered softly, breath catching as he forced a moan silent.
They were going so fast and feverishly that Eddie nearly shivered. That slicking sound filled the room, just like from the movie, and it was so obscene and good.
"Close-" Eddie choked out. He felt his cheeks burn scarlet red, embarrassed that he was going to finish first.
That only made Steve go faster, squeezing and gripping harder as he jerked his hand up and down on Eddie's cock, praying he'd moan close into his ear.
"Getting close?" Steve's voice was quiet and low, somehow taunting to Eddie though Steve didn't say anything with malicious intent. Steve was a sweet boy, he only wanted Eddie to feel good.
"Mhmm, Mhm, yeah- Yeah Steve." His voice is shaky and unsettled as he gasped out something incoherent, humming and convulsing—shaking and shivering—as Steve's large hand brought him that desired pleasure. They tried their bests to speak to one another casually, but there was a noticeable tremble in their voices.
"Me too..."
"Steve-" Eddie gasped, well aware that Steve's voice was pushing him over the edge, "I'm gonna-"
He prayed Steve would speak to him again.
"Cum for me Eddie."
Eddie did, almost violently so. He shook and whimpered quietly as he spilt out into Steve's hand, his pace on Steve's dick faltering as he rode out the pleasure of his orgasm.
Steve's eyes glistened, hazing over as he watched Eddie's cum drip down the underside of his cock and onto his hand. His dick throbbed in Eddie's own hand and it hurt.
Hurts so good he could cum.
Eddie picked up again, keeping his fingers wrapped good around the girth of Steve. He was so close, Steve could feel it building inside him.
"Eds, I gotta- M' gonna-" He muttered, nosing Eddie's neck as he panted quietly.
The array of noises was the utmost hottest thing Eddie had ever heard, so he sped up. It was criminally fast, and Steve came unannounced.
"Oh wow." Eddie whispered, watching Steve tremble post orgasm.
When Steve caught his breath and looked up, lips parted whorishly, he suggested they clean up and switch movies. There was a thick, awkward sexual tension hanging in the air afterwards, but somehow they curl away from each other and watched a different movie.
-
After that night, Steve searched for almost an entire week just looking another secret X-rated movie to watch with Eddie. Desperate to get cozy on the couch and touch him again. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Eddie throbbed or whimpered, trying to be silent. It was addicting, Steve spent some of his down time over the week jacking off just thinking about him and his pretty cock.
Though, if he just asked Eddie to do that without having a film on hand, he would say yes in a heartbeat.
When Steve showed up at Eddie's front door with a new film, Eddie's heart leaped. Surely it was so they could give one another friendly hand jobs again, and the fact that Steve thought about it meant something to him—completely unaware that Steve was moaning to himself, touching himself, at the thought of him. 'Eddie, Eddie please. Please, please, please! So close, so close, gonna cum Eds- Mh-!'
Eddie's heart raced fast as the movie started, they didn't know what to expect this time.
The anticipation got them worse than the actual scene itself, wanting each other so bad they were waiting for the excuse to touch each other till they panted and squirmed.
Surprisingly, the scene was two guys in the shower jacking off in secret to one another. It felt more like a porno than the last one, somehow, and this time the scene was seventeen minutes long.
It was definitely porn.
Eddie blushed because this seemed like something he'd have a wet dream about, actually, it was scarily accurate to a wet dream he had before. His mind reveled the memory of him waking up painfully hard, having to grind into his pillow, exhausted and pent up. Instead of a pillow, he'd pray he'd get to fuck Steve. Bend him over and rock into him like he did that fateful morning.
One of the guys started rubbing his nipples, moaning so lewdly that Eddie nearly lost his mind, getting erect within seconds as he watched the actors' body twitch with pleasure from a simple nipple rub. It was the most horny thing he'd ever seen, and he wished he was getting his nipples abused.
"Eds?" Steve asked expectantly, spooking Eddie out of his train of thought.
Eddie looked at him quickly. They were closer that time, nearly shoulder to shoulder. They didn't bother laying out across the couch or sitting apart from one another, they were just going to get in one another's laps eventually.
"Yes...Steve..?" Eddie's voice quipped, hesitant and shaky.
"Can I-"
Eddie nodded, "Yeah, yeah- Please-" He winced, trying not to sound so desperate.
Steve wasted no time tugging Eddie to him by his hips, facing one another as they ripped their jean shorts off and dropped them to the floor. Eddie wanted it, wanted him, so bad.
"You're so hard, you're so turned on oh god-" Steve gasped out, seeing how erect Eddie was in his cloth boxers, visibly leaking pre-cum already. His unsteady hands hastily pulled Eddie out and mused at his flushed, spent cock.
Before he could think, Eddie whined, resting his head to Steve's shoulder.
Steve caught himself before telling Eddie he sounded pretty, before his mouth opened to blab about how pretty his dick looked: 'So pretty Eddie, so pink and hard. I'll help you Eds, I'll make you cum. So good for me, moan for me. Please, wanna hear you Eddie.' he imagined over and over as he started his slow pace up.
His own cock twitched as he thought of all the things he wanted to whisper to Eddie as he stroked him, but he kept his mouth shut and groaned animalisticly.
"Steve, Steve let me touch you." Eddie whimpered.
Steve just nodded and let Eddie take him in his hand, pre-cum ready to make it slick and easy for Eddie to stroke.
There was so much want and anticipation, and tension, hung between them that they quickened up fast. Hungry and greedy, they stroked one another vigorously. Hands slicking and slapping skin, they couldn't help but whimper close to one another's ears. Lips so close, they nearly brushed against skin.
It drove Eddie mad. Steve's soft little gasps and whimpers only helped him get closer, feeding that dirty pleasure swaying deep inside him.
Steve fucked into Eddie's hand, messing up the pattern momentarily, "Eddie-" Steve moaned throatily, flush cheeks as he shivered close to Eddie's body, leaning into one another for support.
"Shit Steve- Feel good? You feel good?" Eddie offers, his other hand curling around Steve's neck.
"Oh Eds, Eddie please- Please, please, please..." He babbled on, hand shaking on Eddie's cock as he tried to keep pace.
"Please what, what do you need?" Eddie's voice was sweet and gentle, and it did not help Steve's situation.
"M' close, can I? Can I finish?" He whispered, voice shaking so subtly.
Eddie nodded, "Yeah...yeah Steve."
And just like that, just on command, Steve came hard into Eddie's hand. He must have been pent up or desperate, because it was more than last time. Eddie blushed and groaned at the sight of it.
Steve looked good wrecked like that: breathing hard, flush pink dick twitching, messy hair, voice cutting out, pupils blown wide, cum dripping down his cock.
He was so pretty, Eddie moaned just looking at him.
"Steve, Steve m' gonna finish..." Eddie gritted out, eyes fixed on Steve's messy lower half. Cum dribbling onto his thigh.
"Okay, I got you Eds." His free, clean hand took hold of Eddie's shoulder.
His voice sounded tragic and gentle, Eddie whimpered so loudly that Steve heard it and nearly smiled. His little noises were so good that Steve sped his hand back up and Eddie came, chest heaving as he did so.
"Do you do it like that with all your friends?" Eddie asked, curious as to if Steve moaning his name and sounding so close to begging was a normal occurrence.
He'd be so jealous if Steve sat with some other best friend, jacking them off and moan their name that loud.
Eddie didn't know Steve had only done this twice, both times with Tommy H way back in sophomore year
Steve looked kind of wide eyed, like Eddie was onto him, "No, no just you."
Just me, Eddie thought, smiling so fondly, lips turning at the corners softly.
They tried not to think so hard about what that meant and moved on, darting their eyes away from each other for a moment. Taking a chance, Steve leaned forward to kiss Eddie's forehead, pushing his bangs up to plant his lips there just hard enough to count. It was as much as he could risk affectionately right then. Before Eddie could say anything, Steve teetered off to get them a damp towel.
-
It had been a few weeks, and Steve and Eddie had not gotten a chance to hang out one on one for awhile, none the less watch a film.
Not until now, when everyone was off doing their own crap. Steve and Eddie jumped at the chance to see each other.
There wasn't even a film to watch anymore, Steve didn't even bother to look for one, he just came over to Eddie's house knowing what they both wanted.
"We can go to my room...since we're not using the TV, I mean." Eddie offered, nodding towards his bedroom door.
Steve glanced at it and nodded easily, letting Eddie lead him to his room. As soon as the door closed, they tugged down one another pants and stumbled onto the bed.
Something about the exchange felt natural. Natural when Eddie sat as close as he always does between Steve's spread open legs. Natural when they took each other out, blushing at the sight of one another's hardening dicks. Especially natural when Steve hummed, signing that they could start.
Except this time they were in Eddie's room and there was no movie to fake pay attention to. Steve even tucked some of Eddie's hair behind his ear softly, Eddie retorted that by hardly pecking one of Steve's cheek freckles—like the ghost of his lips graze it so sweetly.
Steve slipped off his shirt, hoping Eddie would stare, wanting Eddie to stare, wanting him to run his ring clad hands over his golden skin.
"You're pretty..." Eddie whispered, leaning in close to share the secret. He took Steve in his hand and stroked slowly. He'll never get over the way Steve's eyes flutter over the first few touches, dark lashes bating and casting light shadows across his smooth cheeks.
He hummed close to Steve's ear, nosing the flesh of his bare, sensitive neck. Steve froze up, thinking Eddie was going to kiss him there, but Eddie pulled back and stroked Steve's tense cock faster.
Steve relaxed and convulsed over and over as each mini flood of pleasure hit. Every earthquake of touch made him shake. He whined small and breathy, every little action felt different.
It felt better than before, it felt like love.
And maybe part of it was. It was less hungry than last time, it was slow and easy and the wave rolling motions were heavy and hot on their minds and dicks.
The pleasure dug deep inside Steve.
"Steve, sweetheart-" Eddie panted, "Touch me." He gritted out, holding his free hand to Steve's cheek.
Steve nodded dumbly and carefully took Eddie in his hand, "Mhm, mhmm'eddie" Steve moaned long and winded down, bottomed out.
They breathed so close to one another that they would have almost be kissing, but they weren't quite there yet. Something stopped them, an invisible boundary.
The emotion and pleasure was so good and thick inside Steve that he felt near tears, "So good Eddie, that's so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you-" He babbled, whimpering and slicking his hand on Eddie's cock.
"So noisy tonight, hm Stevie?" Eddie teased, giving a light squeeze to Steve dick to make him moan.
Somewhere along the road they stopped hiding their moans and started praising each other. Eddie took the creative, and totally platonic, liberty to call Steve 'sweetheart'.
But at what point is it just sex, nearly anyway? Two steps away from actually just...hooking up, where is that line drawn?
When Steve slipped off his shirt and held Eddie's cheek in his palm like he was a beautiful marble statue. When Eddie called Steve sweetheart in a near silent whisper. When they decided they wanted to hear one another moan. When they didn't need porn to want each other, didn't need the excuse.
Were any of those the line?
Without thinking at all, Steve whimpered as he sped up his clench around Eddie, "Feel so good in my hand Eds, you feel so good throbbing like that."
Eddie's head lulled back with a whine, and it took everything inside Steve to not pull him in and kiss at it till his neck was covered in purple marks.
"Steve, so good, so good! Good boy, there you go sweetheart, right there."
If anything was going to make Steve's body shake, It'd be that. Praise.
Eddie praised like a mad man, never shutting his mouth as Steve jacked him off. Swirls of Eddie's nonsense made Steve pant and gasp as he listened, whining quietly into Eddie's neck.
"So good Steve, you're so good. Love touching you, wanna get you off. I wanna make you feel good. You're so pretty Steve, so pretty when you cum too."
Steve moaned loud.
"Can you cum for me sweetheart, wanna see it. I wanna see your pretty cock leak for me."
"I can- I can, promise." Steve gasped, mouth hung open wide. His lips were shiny with spit as he whined, open mouth, into the room. Little ah, ah, ah, ah's lingered.
"M' so close Eddie please, want it. Faster, please. Wanna cum, so close Eds-"
Steve sounded like he was going to cry, and there was nothing hotter than that.
"I'm gonna cum too sweetheart, can you wait? Can you do it with me?" His voice was soft, but quivered as he neared finishing.
Steve nodded obediently and bit his lip, he couldn't take his eyes off Eddie's dick, slick and dribbled with pre-cum in his hand.
"Eds, Eds please-" Steve sobbed, the tiniest tears trickling from his eyes now.
It really was the hottest thing.
"I'm right there with you, cum sweetheart. Cum for me Stevie."
Steve choked back a sob as he released, a moan rattling through his body. A single little tear beaded at his eye. As promised, Eddie came too. Humming and panting as he finished not even a beat after Steve.
"Thank you Eds, thank you, thank you-"
"You did so good listening to me." Eddie's praise did not shut off, he even pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Steve's eye before wiping that last tear away.
Steve draped his arms over Eddie's shoulder, drunk off pleasure. "Can we lay here, M' tired." Steve whined, curling his head to Eddie's shoulder so he could rest his eyes.
"Gotta clean up sweetheart, then we'll nap. M'kay?" Eddie searched around for his baby wipes and got them both cleaned up before tucking themselves into Eddie's bed together, laying close knit in one another arms.
-
The third time they'd done it seemed like the end all be all, but now Eddie was sitting next to Steve on his couch, legs in his lap.
They were just watching cable, though nothing good was on, so no explicit movie scenes that would get them all hot and bothered. Neither of them said it, but they immensely enjoyed the soft, intimate time together just watching TV with shared smiles and whispered jokes.
But, considering their state of undefined relationship and not-so subtle feelings for one another, they were pretty horny anyhow.
Eddie kept glancing over at Steve, eyeing him up and down in his almost too tight shirt. It looked good on him, of course it did.
"You're staring." Steve suddenly noted.
Eddie didn't turn away, "You look good."
Steve smiled, reaching his hand to Eddie's hips and pulled him onto his lap. That action itself revved Eddie up because how easy was that? Steve was too strong and attractive for his own good.
Now that Eddie was straddling Steve's lap, they could smile at each other face to face.
"Hi." Eddie smiled softly, somehow shy as he pulled hair in front of his face.
"Hey," Steve returned the look. "Wanna go upstairs?"
Eddie faked looking shocked, "My my, what are we going to do up there? Pillow fight, ghost stories- oh, oh I know," Eddie smiled teasingly, "Blanket fort."
He seemed proud of that one.
Steve just rolled his eyes fondly because this fucking idiot is so cute. So cute and mischievous with his big smiles and even bigger eyes.
"Was thinking something a little more handsy" Steve suggests, giving Eddie an incredulously hot look.
"Arts and crafts!" Eddie beams, slipping off Steve's lap and dragging him to the stairs. Steve just follows, being pulled by the hand.
They fumbled up the stairs in a fit of giggles. When they reach the near top, Steve stops Eddie by the waist.
"Hey, I was wondering if we could try something a little different this time?"
Eddie nods, "Whatever you'd like big boy" he teased.
There was an obvious coat of blush on Steve's cheeks, "And, this time, can I kiss you?"
That gets Eddie to freeze, all humor on pause. What was supposed to be innocent jack off sessions with a friend somehow turned into a fully fledge thing.
What exactly was that thing, they didn't know, but it did involve giggles, fond smiles, privacy, and kissing.
Something they had so explicitly not done, other than a light kiss to the cheek or forehead.
"Yeah- Yeah you can kiss me..." Eddie finally replied.
Steve dipped down to Eddie, who was one step below him, and kissed him right on the lips. Eddie nearly tripped as he made his way to Steve's level, still smashing lips with Steve Harrington.
He felt some new flurry of emotions. This used to be a harmless crush and an innocent friendship. Then they came at the same time and now they were entirely obsessed with each other. Or, their obsessions were more vocal and not at all hidden.
Steve hooked his arms under Eddie's ass and hoisted him up and against the wall. Eddie groaned into his mouth, wrapping his ankles around Steve's waist and arms over his shoulders.
"You know we're not doing arts and crafts, right?" Steve breaths, catching a glittering flicker in Eddie's doe eyes.
"I know sweetheart, I know-" And their lips were back on one another. Steve tried his best, with his strong arms and thick core, to carry Eddie to his bed.
They made it in the door and crashed onto the bed, instantly reconnecting lips and grabbing and their clothing, desperate and breathing hard.
"Steve, Steve I need you." Eddie gasped, leaning back onto the bed.
"I'm right here baby." Steve's voice was awfully careful as he pulled Eddie's shirt over his head.
Baby?
That felt like a real step up, an official one. Steve, who had called Eddie nothing but his name, or Eds, gave him a soft little whisper of something else. Something sweet and delicate from his plush lips, breathing it right against Eddie's skin.
Baby.
The name was now set in stone, and much like how Eddie calls Steve 'sweetheart', Eddie is now called 'baby'.
How so very UN-platonic.
Steve tugged at the front of Eddie's jeans before undoing them, the crunch of the zipper was an erotic sound. It was the sound of getting undressed, the signal for sex. Both dressed down to their boxers, Eddie kissed Steve's cheek softly.
"Sweetheart," Eddie chimed, lulling his head back to breath, "What did you have in mind?"
"Can I show you, I'll be slow. Promise."
Steve always promised.
So Eddie said yes because he always kept those promises. And because of that, Eddie leaned into all his touch, and followed Steve's guiding hands till they were nearly chest to chest.
"It's kinda the same, but I would..." Steve pushed their cocks together and held them in one hand, "I would do this-" He stroked down, holding them close against each other.
Eddie's breath hitched, "You gonna do all the work by yourself sweetheart?" His eyebrows were quirked.
"If you'll let me try this...I'll do it. I'll do all the work." Steve was such a people pleaser, especially when it came to stuff like this. Relationships and whatnot. He had to be needed, had to be wanted.
Eddie smiled, "Okay sweetie, you can go ahead. Show me how good it feels."
Steve brightened and got to work keeping a steady pace. He didn't have to go very fast because their hard cocks were already grinding against each other, the added pleasure was really just for show.
But it also felt amazing, Eddie knew he could cum quickly like this.
"You're right sweetheart-" Eddie breathed hard, "Feels good." He pressed his lips to Steve's while his hand remained busy. Their soft kisses heavily contrasted the situation, but that's just how they were.
"Oh Eds, you feel so good against me. Feels so good baby."
Every time that new name was used, Eddie whined. Whimpering or mewling softly when it slipped from Steve's mouth all too easily.
Eddie's back arched with a shoot of pleasure, and his dick thrusted into Steve's fist and up against his cock, making him moan.
Feeling slightly useless, Eddie pressed his nose into Steve's neck before getting the bright idea to kiss and nip at it. Steve was probably sensitive there based on the way he flinched and convulsed at every little bite or suck to his Adam's apple, but all his moans muddled together so you couldn't tell what was what.
"You sound so pretty Stevie. Such a smart boy, you're so smart sweetheart."
Steve could get praised a million times for his looks, but nothing hit him harder like a compliment to his mind or heart newly turned to gold. He tried so hard to be good and helpful, and to be sweet and kind, that he was glad it didn't go unnoticed by someone like Eddie.
Someone he wanted to be good for and king to, someone he liked so much.
He thought on that for a moment, realizing that he really did like Eddie. So much so. He thought it so naturally too. He liked him more than maybe he understood, but it was there inside him. He felt it, felt his importance. Steve couldn't just ignored it, he had to act on it. He leaned forward and kissed Eddie on the lips just because he could, because Eddie had said yes to him.
Steve flinched at another grind to his dick from Eddie and was pulled back to reality, Eddie was panting and leaning back as much as he could without pulling away, and he looked so damn good. Hair brushed over his shoulder, cheeks a dusty pink.
Eddie was just all around pretty, Steve thought about it all the time. The more he thought, the more he realized he had liked Eddie for awhile and should have realized it sooner. He could had said something, could have treated Eddie a million times better—not that he thought he wasn't already being sweet to him.
When Eddie whimpered and shivered so subtly, Steve suddenly took notice to his exposed chest, and remembered something from awhile ago. Eddie seemed particularly revved up by nipple play.
Steve was hesitant, since his hand was busy wrapped around their cocks (the other at Eddie's waist) so he leaned forward carefully and ever so gently licked the bud of Eddie's nipple.
Of course Eddie whimpered loudly and flitted his gaze to Steve, who looked innocent and a little red in the cheeks. Pretty, Steve looked pretty (always does).
"Was that okay?" Steve asked shaken, pace faltering slowly.
Eddie nodded somewhat vigorously, "Felt good...can you- Can you do it again?"
Anything for Eddie, of course, so Steve leaned back in, "Of course baby." He breathed against his chest before licking at the bud again.
This time it was like a full body shake, and Steve smirked realizing that this was the key.
With no hesitation this time, Steve repeated the action, listening to Eddie moan and wiggle in his grasp. Steve then bit softly at the skin, teeth grazing the nipple.
Eddie's dick twitched hard, and it felt good, but Steve couldn't stop. His breathy moans were too good, and god did he love putting his mouth on this boy.
With a last lick and teeth graze, Eddie came with an abrupt shiver. Steve gasped as the cum leaked between their sliding cocks, making it slicker. His hand slid fast and his made his own body tense and un-tense a million times.
Eddie caught his breath and pressed gentle, encouraging kisses to Steve's cheek and jaw, "You're so close sweetheart, can you cum for me?"
Steve nearly folded entirely in half and came hot and quick in his hand. They were a mess, messier than normal, and Steve groaned at the feel of the sticky fluid.
"No, no stay right there. I'll clean you up." Eddie jumped up to the bathroom near Steve's closet and ran a towel under water to get them clean.
"Thank you baby." Steve punctuated with a tiny to kiss.
The name remained, which made Eddie smile in turn.
"You wanna rest? My boys' probably so tired hm," He spoke softly, wiping down their laps and Steve's hand. "Tired sweetheart?
Steve mentally noted the phrase 'my boy' before nodding, forgetting how to speak. Eddie pulled up the covers and covered them both up. The lamp on Steve's side stayed on, and they just looked at each other. They couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces.
Steve's eyebrows furrowed, thinking hard about his newfound feelings for the boy laying in front of him in his bed. Even after all the pleasure stuff, he still felt his heart race over Eddie. He liked it so much.
"What are you thinking so hard about, sweetheart?" Eddie spoke softly, afraid the noise would spook Steve's consciousness away.
Steve's coppery eyes flickered to Eddie's, "Do you like me?"
It was obvious by his expression that the question caught Eddie off guard, "Of course-"
"No, I mean...not as a friend. Do you like me, like me?"
Eddie's lips curled to a faint smile, "Of course, did you think I didn't?"
Steve shrugged, eyes sad on his soft face, "I don't know how to tell anymore."
Eddie got the implication, and that made him hate everyone who's made Steve ache over not being loved. Hating anyone who made him cry because he just didn't understand.
"I like you a lot Steve." And Eddie pressed a kiss to his forehead, deserving and loving.
"I like you too." Steve whispered, sounding shy. He shut his eyes and curled his head under Eddie's chin, tucking himself close in Eddie's embrace. They could hear each others heartbeats slowing and regulating, almost matching.
It was a wonderful sound.