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If anyone had told Eddie three months ago that he would be in Steve Harrington’s house for a reason besides dealing at one of his infamous house parties, he would have laughed in their face until tears ran down his face. Yet that’s exactly how he finds himself, perched nervously on the kitchen island, picking absently at his nails as he watches Steve bustle around, making dinner for the two of them.
Because that’s apparently something they do now: hang out, make dinner, spend evenings sitting on the couch together with their legs pressed much closer than Eddie would with any of his other friends. It’s doing nothing to squash the massive crush he’s holding out for the former jock, though not for lack of trying. It doesn’t seem to make any difference–any time he has almost fully convinced himself that Steve could never reciprocate his feelings, the younger man does something to muddle the playing field once more until Eddie isn’t positive where exactly he stands.
Like now, for instance. Eddie is blocking one of the island drawers with his legs, and instead of asking him to scoot over like a normal person, Steve simply hooks his hands under Eddie’s knees, scooping his gangly limbs into the crook of his arm, practically cradling him as he grabs the can opener from the drawer before returning him to his previous position. The casual affection sends Eddie’s mind reeling and heart pounding in his chest, a hot flush staining his cheeks even as Steve hums quietly to himself, as if completely unaware of the full on crisis Eddie is suffering through behind him.
“Dinner’ll be ready soon,” Steve says, voice chipper as he cracks open the oven to peek within, oblivious to Eddie’s stare latched onto his ass. He would worry about his wayward glances getting caught, but Eddie has a black belt in ‘staring at Steve when he’s not paying attention,’ so he’s not too worried. That is, until Steve looks over his shoulder at the metalhead, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he clocks Eddie’s stare.
Heat rushes to his cheeks, blooming into a magnificent flush that makes his skin feel too tight, the beginning threads of something akin to panic bubbling under his skin. He’s fairly confident Steve won’t beat his ass, especially considering how cool he is around Robin, but Robin also doesn’t openly gawk at him, so maybe he really should be worried about getting beaten up–
Eddie’s mind trips over itself as Steve rises up, large hands coming to rest on top of his denim clad thighs, gently easing them apart so he can stand between them, crowding into his space. Steve’s flirtatious grin dazes him, and he stares back dumbly as Steve’s thumbs rub at his legs, leaning closer into his personal space as he murmurs, “See something you like, Eds?”
And okay, wow. The combination of the pet name, the maddening touches that he swears he can feel buzzing against his skin as if his jeans aren’t in the way, the playful sparkle in Steve’s hazel eyes make him feel dizzy, like he’s had one too many to drink. He’s helpless to do anything but blink back at him, stunned.
Steve freezes, brows drawing together a bit before he presses his lips into a thin line, nodding once as if to himself before removing his hands from Eddie’s body, starting to back up. Alarm bells ring in Eddie’s head, and before he can overthink it, his legs are latching around Steve’s hips, ankles locking behind his back to keep him from escaping.
If Steve looked confused before, he looks utterly bewildered now, face scrunched up as he stares at Eddie, head tilted slightly to the side like a golden retriever. But he doesn’t move to try and pull away again, which Eddie takes as a win. Emboldened by the lack of a negative reaction, he reaches out for Steve’s hands, cautiously moving them back to their resting place on the tops of his thighs.
“Eddie,” Steve says softly, the warmth of his breath tickling across Eddie’s face from their close proximity. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”
“What do you mean?” he can’t help but ask, body thrumming with both nerves and tentative excitement. Hope is a dangerous drug, rushing through his veins and tunneling his vision until all that matters is the man before him.
Chuckling quietly, Steve shakes his head again disbelieving, a shy grin spreading across his face as he looks at Eddie. “Come on, man. You know what I mean.”
Biting his lip, Eddie blinks owlishly up at Steve, gaze darting around his face as he reluctantly admits, “No, I really don’t. Spell it out for me?”
A long moment passes where Steve watches Eddie, eyes trailing over his face as if searching for a lie beneath his words, until a gentle wave of understanding seems to pass over him. He tilts his head again, eyes soft and warm as he looks at Eddie, hands moving up from his legs to rest loosely around his waist as he admits, “I like you, Eds. I’ve had a thing for you since…Well, since March.”
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Because never in a million years did Eddie ever genuinely believe that they lived in a world where Steve Harrington, golden boy of Hawkins, would ever want him back. Sure, they lived in a world where girls could have superpowers, and entrances to hellish otherworldly dimensions existed right in the very small town they had grown up in, but even still. Never in Eddie’s wildest fantasies did he imagine Steve genuinely returning his feelings.
And now he was fucking it all up by staying silent .
Steve’s playful smile slowly falls, morphing into a small, self-deprecating frown, and that just won’t do.
Eddie’s hands shake as he cups Steve’s cheeks in his palms, taking note of how that simple touch sparks the light back into the younger man’s eyes like he had kickstarted Eddie’s heart back into action months ago. Before he has a chance to doubt himself, Eddie takes a leap of faith, crashing his lips clumsily into Steve’s.
Though Eddie has very little experience in this department, he’s fully aware that it’s not a good kiss, not at first–the angle just a little too off and his enthusiasm doing a poor job of hiding his inexperience, though Steve moans into his mouth as if it’s the best goddamn thing he’s ever felt. He lets out a gasp of his own as Steve pulls him closer, practically sealing their bodies together as he deepens the kiss, taking the lead.
It turns out the rumors are true: Steve Harrington is a fucking great kisser. His tongue licks hotly into Eddie’s mouth, dragging a fractured moan from his throat at the heated touch, his fingers clenching tight in the fabric of Steve’s shirt. Wandering hands wind into Eddie’s curls, and his back arches instinctively into Steve’s as he tugs gently at the locks, pinpricks of sensation shooting through his entire body, lighting him up from within as his cock thickens in his jeans.
Trailing wet kisses down his neck, Eddie is left to pant into the room, letting Steve have his way with him, too overwhelmed from his body’s reaction to Steve’s touch to be useful. The younger man doesn’t seem to mind though, teeth scraping against his pale skin as he licks and sucks at the sensitive flesh of his throat.
“Hold on tight,” he whispers into Eddie’s ear, and he can’t help but obey when Steve sounds like that , voice rugged and fucked out despite the fact that they’ve only been kissing. Tugging at his back, Steve hoists Eddie into his arms, his hands moving to palm Eddie’s ass as he carries him from the kitchen to the living room, plopping himself onto the couch with Eddie still wrapped around him like a koala.
With Steve’s guidance, Eddie unwinds his legs from around Steve’s middle, letting his knees fall open around the younger man’s hips as he straddles him, wasting no time in melding their lips back together. It’s addicting, the feel of Steve’s plush lips under his, the wet slide of their tongues together, the breathy moans and whines that Steve lets out each time Eddie’s hands wanders over a sensitive patch of skin.
Unconsciously, Eddie lets his hips roll against Steve, choking on a groan at the white-hot pleasure that courses through him. It’s so much more than he’s used to, each sensation ten times more intoxicating than he’s used to. Steve practically growls into his mouth when he grinds down again, the hard line of Steve’s erection bumping against his own and making sparks shoot off behind his closed eyes.
Hands grip his hips tight, Steve shifting them again until Eddie is straddling his thigh, one of his own falling between Steve’s legs and bumping against his own covered erection. The new angle sends a sharp thrill through Eddie, trembling in Steve’s arms as he whimpers against his lips. HIs hips are rolling again before he’s even aware of what he’s doing, body running on instinct as he chases his release, drunk on Steve’s taste and smell and feel.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Steve whispers encouragingly, fingers digging into Eddie’s hips as he cants them against the solid line of his thigh. “Ride my leg, baby, that’s it.”
Eddie can’t hold back the whine the filthy words pull from his throat, too far gone to judge himself as he pants harshly into Steve’s neck, clinging to him as if he’s the only thing keeping him bound to earth. His own thigh nudges Steve’s cock with each unpracticed thrust of his hips, and Steve hisses between his teeth as his hips twitch up to meet his thrusts.
“Steve,” Eddie pants, relishing in the low moan that he releases at the way Eddie’s pleasure warped voice rasps his name. “Can you– I need– Fuck, I don’t know.”
“I’ve got you,” Steve soothes, curling one of his fists into Eddie’s mane of hair once more, not tugging but simply holding tight, the dull burn rushing straight to his dick. “So fucking hot, baby. You gonna get yourself off?”
“Yeah,” he pants back, eyes fluttering shut as his whole body thrums with arousal.
Steve’s hand on his hip encourages him to thrust down harder, faster, truly using his body for Eddie’s pleasure, and that realization rips another broken moan from his chest, clinging desperately to Steve as he fucks down onto his leg.
Distantly, Eddie feels like he should be embarrassed by how wanton he must look, humping Steve like some kind of animal in heat, but it’s hard to give much of a shit when he’s so close to what he already knows will be the best orgasm of his fucking life. Especially when Steve pulls him down by his hair, sealing their lips together as Eddie’s hips stutter in their rhythm.
“Eddie,” Steve gasps as his own hips grind against Eddie’s leg, and the breathiness of his voice is all it takes to send Eddie careening over the edge, his orgasm ripping through him with an almost brutal force.
Groaning loudly, Eddie bites down on Steve’s shoulder, soaking the fabric of his t-shirt with his spit as he shakes through his climax, hips grinding roughly against Steve’s leg as he shudders. Suddenly Steve is stiffening beneath him, head tilted back as he whines high in his throat, clutching Eddie’s body with a bruising grip as his own climax rushes through him.
Breathing hard, Eddie forces himself to release Steve’s shoulder from his teeth, resting his forehead against him instead as he lets the aftershocks run through him. His hands run over Steve’s biceps, up over his shoulders to drape across his back, holding him close as they both come down from their highs.
Gently, Steve unfists his hand from Eddie’s hair, moving to cup his chin instead as he guides his face up to kiss him sweetly. The tender touch is almost more overwhelming than his orgasm had been, Eddie’s heart clenching in his chest as Steve holds him close, covets him with his touch. He grins lazily at Steve when they pull away, body and mind both humming with satisfaction when the younger man returns his smile.
Suddenly, Steve’s eyes widen, sending a small thrill of stress through him at the panic in his friend’s expression.
“Oh fuck, I forgot about the oven.”
Relief floods Eddie’s system, and he can’t help but burst into laughter, hardly pulling himself together enough to kiss Steve again. Between their lips, he confesses, “I don’t give a fuck about dinner, Steve.”
“You should,” Steve persuades, grunting softly when Eddie trails kisses down his neck. “I’d be a shitty date if I didn’t feed you after inviting you over for dinner.”
Eddie laughs into his skin for a second before the words fully sink into his pleasure-drunk mind.
“Wait, this is a date?”
Disbelief and amusement war for dominance on Steve’s expression, leaving him torn somewhere between the two as he smirks fondly at Eddie’s confused expression.
“Yeah, Eds. I’m trying to date you.”
“Oh.” He mulls the words over for a minute before ducking his head down enough to snuggle into Steve’s neck. “Sweet.”
“‘Sweet,’” Steve teases, ignoring when Eddie bites his collarbone in retaliation. “Does that mean you want to date me too, or…?”
Eddie sits up enough to grin wildly down at Steve, taking in every detail of his blissed out expression as he nods. Grin spreading across his face, brightening his expression until he’s almost too dazzling to look at, Steve pulls Eddie in for another kiss.
They only pull away when the fire alarm rudely interrupts them.