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So those are my dreams
And these are my eyes
Stand tall like a man
Headstrong like a horse
When it’s all mixed up
Better break it down
In the world of secrets
In the world of sound
—“Break It Down Again” by Tears for Fears
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Eddie Munson is awkward. His first kiss was with a boy in his 6th grade class who promptly kicked him in the shin, called him a queer, and never spoke to him again.
He’s not used to getting any attention for his looks. He knows he isn’t bad to look at, but he’s definitely not a clean cut pretty boy either. He’s also gay as hell in a town like Hawkins and he can’t afford people finding out.
He’s never had sex, never been on a date, never made out with anyone. He’s never even held hands with someone he likes. Which is why when Steve Harrington asks him how many girls he’s kissed, he doesn’t know how to respond.
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Steve starts buying weed from Eddie in middle school and over time they begin hanging out. They don’t really interact at school but that’s ok. They have an understanding.
Steve has a treehouse where he likes to smoke. He leaves notes in Eddie’s locker whenever he wants to meet there. It’s always something funny, like—
“High, how are you?” or “Grass after class?” or “Meet me at the pot spot.” or “I’ve got Mary Jane on the brain.” Steve is witty that way.
The notes aren’t exactly subtle but neither of them care about getting caught. It’s fun playing this little game.
Steve isn’t such a bad guy when he’s not around Tommy and all the other assholes at their school. Steve is smart even though he pretends he isn’t. He’s funny, he’s warm, and he’s so so fucking pretty it kind of hurts to look at him. Eddie can’t help the feeling of jealousy that pools in his stomach whenever he sees Steve flirting with some girl.
At least he gets to be alone with Steve sometimes. It’s more than he’d ever hope for from a guy like that.
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Whenever Steve buys from him, they always smoke a joint together. Today they’re sprawled out on the treehouse floor. Steve has spread blankets and laid out pillows on the wood. They pass the joint back and forth. It’s nice, just being here with Steve.
Then he asks the question.
“So Ed, how many girls have you kissed?”
Eddie chokes on the smoke and coughs a bit before stammering, “How many girls? Um, well there was this girl in 6th grade but it was just for a second and um well—”
But Steve cuts him off. He’s turned towards him now, an odd expression on his pretty face.
“Ed?” He asks, narrowing his eyes and smiling, “Have you ever made out with a girl?”
Eddie’s heart is pounding so loudly in his chest he thinks Steve must be able to hear. He doesn’t know how to answer. But the dark flush that spreads across his cheeks is apparently answer enough, because Steve’s eyes soften and he nods, “Oh.”
Eddie rolls onto his back and sighs deeply. They lay there in silence for a bit and then Steve sits up, looking down at Eddie. He carefully ashes the joint into a used mug. Now Steve is the one stammering when he speaks, “D-do you, want me to show you how?”
Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat and his head goes a bit fuzzy. Did Steve just ask what he thinks he asked? Eddie is terrified, but how can he say no? This is his chance to be close to someone like Steve. To be touched by this beautiful boy. So he says the only thing he can think of—
“I want to know what it’s like.”
He doesn’t specify. Doesn’t include the fact that he specifically wants to know what it’s like to be kissed by Steve.
Time slows. Eddie’s body feels electric.
Steve inches closer to him and Eddie starts to sit up but Steve shakes his head and whispers,
“No, just lay down for me.”
Eddie barely has time to register how fucking hot that is coming out of his mouth before Steve is straddling him, hands on his chest and Eddie can’t breathe. There’s light coming in from the tree house window.
It’s golden hour. It hits Steve’s eyes, those gorgeous hazel eyes and fuck he’s so hot it’s unfair.
Eddie eyes flick to Steve’s mouth as Steve looks down at him. When he speaks it’s in a low voice.
“So, because this is a lesson I’m gonna treat you like a girl. Show you how I do it. How I kiss them. Does that sound ok Ed?”
Does that sound ok?
DOES THAT SOUND OK?!
Fucking hell.
Eddie responds in some sort of slurred out “Yes,” and then Steve is reaching down to tuck his hair behind his ear. He cups Eddie’s face with both of his hands and smooths his thumbs over Eddie’s cheekbones. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as Steve kisses his forehead, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. Eddie’s already starting to squirm a bit from the lovely weight of Steve sitting on top of him.
He silently hopes that Steve doesn’t move too much, or else he’ll have a bigger, harder problem to worry about.
Then Steve’s lips are on his and it’s like nothing he’s ever felt. His lips are warm and at first he just kisses Eddie softly, just pressing his mouth to Eddie’s. He does it again, this time for a little longer. Then a third time, gently sucking Eddie’s bottom lip into his mouth.
Steve pulls back a bit and whispers, “Open up for me Ed.”
This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to Eddie and he can barely contain the soft whine that escapes from deep inside him. Steve’s mouth is back on his and this time Eddie lets his lips part. Steve licks into his mouth, tentatively at first just touching their tongues together and then it’s like something breaks in them both and they can’t stop.
Eddie reaches up to thread a hand through Steve’s hair tugs him closer. Steve makes a small noise of surprise and Eddie can’t help but feel a sense of pride. They’re fully making out now and it’s so fucking hot and so intense and Eddie doesn’t even know how much time has passed but he doesn’t give a fuck. Because now Steve seems to be almost unconsciously grinding down on him and the friction is glorious.
It’s a fucking revelation.
Steve rocks against him and Eddie can’t help but lift his own hips to meet Steve’s. They break apart, breathing heavily, but Steve is still moving on top of him and Eddie can feel that they’re both hard and it’s so fucking good. Steve’s voice sounds absolutely wrecked and he murmurs,
“You like that, baby?”
They both freeze. Suddenly very aware of the fact that Steve has just called Eddie baby.
Steve whispers, “I-I’m sorry it’s just. That’s what I usually call them. Girls, they…like that.”
Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him but he feels a sudden burst of bravery so he answers,
“I like that.”
Eddie watches in fascination as Steve’s eyes go wide and he swallows before responding, “You do?”
Instead of answering him, Eddie moves his hands from Steve’s hair and firmly grips Steve’s hip bones, pressing up into him until he has Steve rocking against him again. Eddie just stares up at him heavy lidded. With a confidence he doesn’t recognize he asks, “What else would you say? If I was a girl?”
Steve bites his lip and closes his eyes, lost in thought before he leans close to Eddie again.
“I’d tell you how pretty you look. How crazy you make me. How fucking gone I am for you.”
He stops and kisses Eddie again, all teeth and tongue and then he continues, kissing him in between each phrase.
“I’d tell you how badly I want to fuck you.”
“How I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
“How I wanna make you cum.”
“Hear you make those pretty noises for me.”
Eddie is painfully hard now, and Steve is too, he can feel it and it’s all too much but he wants more, needs more. He takes his hands off of Steve’s hips and just wraps his arms around Steve, holding his body against his so they’re fully pressed together, both of them moaning softly as they rut against each other. He’s too far gone to care about anything but the pressure building in his stomach.
Too wildly turned on to remember that Steve is just doing him a favor.
So he just starts talking, “Fuck yeah Stevie, I can see why they like that. You’re so good at this. So good. So fucking good for me.” Steve shudders in his arms and whines into his mouth and Eddie is fucking obsessed. Wants to hear it again. He bites down on Steve’s bottom lip and then soothes it with his tongue.
He loves the way Steve kisses with his whole body—they’re moving fast now and Eddie is so close.
He starts to panic a bit as he realizes he’s going to cum if they keep this up. He pulls his face back a bit and starts to say something but then he notices that Steve’s eyes are dark. His pupils are dilated and he looks just as fucked out as Eddie’s sure he must look right about now.
It’s like Steve can read his fucking mind, can understand his hesitation because Steve just nods and whispers,
“Please, Ed. I want it, baby, give it to me.”
Eddie is good at following directions when he wants to be. So he does.
He palms at Steve’s ass, pushing his hips up and setting a steady pace. With each thrust he hears Steve’s slutty little “Ah-ah-ahs” and it sets him on fire. He feels the tension build and pulls Steve closer, kissing him hard.
He feels Steve’s body shake and then he lets out a moan that sounds like his name and that’s enough to send Eddie completely over the edge.
He cums harder than he ever has in his entire life, his vision going blurry and his hands tingly and they’re still kissing. They cling to each other, riding out their orgasms, breathing together, their kisses slowing and becoming gentle again.
Steve pulls back, kissing Eddie gently once, twice, three times.
Eddie lets his arms fall to his sides and Steve rolls off of him until they’re lying side by side, panting. Steve reaches over to take Eddie’s hand. He tangles their fingers together and they just lie there for a while. Neither of them moving.
Eddie breaks the silence, his voice all raspy, “That was, um. That was a good lesson Steve.”
He cringes at his own words.
Steve pulls his hand away and answers quietly, “Oh um. Yeah. No problem dude. What are friends for?”
Eddie feels his heart sink into his stomach. What are friends for?
They both sit up. Eddie squirms a bit, uncomfortable from having just cum in his pants. He doesn’t know what to say. He should have known this was a dumb idea. Steve is straight. Steve likes girls.
He was pretending you were a girl, you idiot. Of course he was.
“Right, well. Guess I’ll see you around Steve.”
He can’t even look at him. Just grabs his stuff and quickly starts to make his way down the ladder.
“Wait!” He hears Steve yell. He pauses his climb. “Eddie, wait please just come back for a second.”
Eddie sighs and climbs back just enough so that his torso is through the opening. Steve is right there, kneeling and looking at him with a frantic expression on his face. Eddie is so confused. He feels the hurt bubble up inside him and turn to anger. He hates it.
“What do you want, Steve? Want to give me another lesson? Teach me how to eat pussy? Teach me how the king likes to fuck?”
He doesn’t want to be feeling this way. Hates the way Steve’s face looks right now, like a kicked puppy. Hates that he's taking this out on him when Steve clearly told him this was just a lesson.
Steve just shakes his head violently and rushes out, “No, fuck. I’m not that guy, ok? Would you just listen to me please? I’m trying to say something here.” His face looks genuine and pleading.
Eddie frowns a bit but nods his head. Steve lets out a breath and rubs his hands over his face. He looks nervous.
“Eddie, I wasn't pretending you were a girl.”
Eddie blinks at him, stunned. He what?
“Steve, what? You like girls, you don’t…” he trails off and looks down. “You’re not like me.”
He can’t look Steve in the eye or he’s sure he’ll start crying.
But then Steve is tilting his chin up with careful fingers and he still doesn’t want to look but Steve murmurs, “Look at me, please.” Eddie slowly allows himself to make eye contact. Steve’s eyes look a bit watery as he continues, “I don’t know what I am. But I know I want you. I know I’ve never felt this way before. I know that kissing you felt electric. I know you felt it too.”
Eddie can’t believe what he’s hearing.
Is this really happening?
Steve laughs a bit and Eddie realizes he must have asked that out loud.
“It’s really happening, Ed.”
Eddie stares at Steve and then he starts laughing too. Then Steve is reaching down and yanking Eddie up by his shirt and through the opening of the treehouse until they fall back and Eddie is lying on top of Steve. Eddie looks down at him. Beautiful Steve.
“Wanna give me my next lesson Stevie?”
Steve grins at him. They kiss again, and it’s wonderful. Steve sighs into Eddie’s mouth and it feels so natural, so right. Like they’ve done it a thousand times before.
After a while, Eddie pulls back to look at him and giggles, “Maybe we should pick this back up after we get out of these dirty clothes?”
Steve’s eyes widen and he lets out a big warm laugh. Eddie rolls his eyes and swats at him playfully, “Oh come on you know what I meant! Not that I wouldn’t like to see you without clothes on big boy.”
Steve blushes and Eddie thinks it’s probably the best thing he’s ever seen. He looks around and it all feels like the beginning of something. Something special and secret and only theirs. Something to hold onto.
A little safe haven in the middle of their town. Their treehouse.
They kiss one more time before Eddie leaves—it’s soft, it’s lingering, it’s a promise. This time when he climbs down the ladder, he isn’t sad. He isn’t afraid. He just can’t wait to come back.
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