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Eddie loves having things in his mouth. Candy, cigarettes, fingers–and most of all dick. It‘s kind of hilarious how his favorite thing ever is sucking dick while living in a town where you can’t act upon it.
He’s sucked two dicks in his whole life. One in school behind the bleachers after fourth period and the other one in a club toilet in indie. And he only got a black eye for the first one. He counts that as a win, definitely.
No one knows about it, his little thing. Of course not, thats not really something you go on telling anyone about.
That doesn’t mean no one suspects it. Steve noticed things when they started to hang out.
Like how Eddie seems to savor the little caramels Wayne bought sometimes, really sucking on the hard candy until it inevitably dissolves. Or the way Eddies eyes rolled into the back of his head whenever Steve brought him ice cream.
But then again, he only suspects it. Steve wouldn’t actually ask, right? Right??
They are friends, now. The second most hilarious thing to Eddie. He doesn’t know how it happened–the jock and the freak hanging out on his couch, watching a movie.
But it‘s nice. You know, having a friend that is actually his age as opposed to Gareth, Jeff and Grant. Because now, that the school has given him his graduation certificate, because of the whole serial killer allegations, they didn’t hang out that much anymore.
Back to the point.
Steve was currently on his couch, a bowl of popcorn on his lap, the empty beer can on one of the garfield coasters on the table.
“Have you seen this before?”
“Hm?” Eddie looks over for the first time since they sat down, fingers fiddling with each other, silently biting his lower lip to just do something.
“The movie. Have you seen it before? You‘re not even watching.” Steve turns and sets the popcorn on the table.
The truth is, Eddie hasn’t seen this movie. But he couldn’t concentrate. He hadn’t sucked on his fingers this morning, which usually calmed him down after a nightmare, so he was pretty on edge. Well–that, and he’s incredibly horny.
He can’t help it. Steve’s wearing grey sweatpants, his dick, even soft, visible on the side of his leg. He smells so good too, like he had gone showering and put on some of that cologne he knew Eddie liked just before he came here.
“Uh, yeah.” Deflecting. Not a smart move.
“Really? ” Steve cocks his head, his glassed slipping down a bit. “You’ve been squirming all night, looking everywhere except me or the movie and you haven’t even touched your drink.”
Damn you, Steve Harrington and your stupid perfect perception.
“Uhm,” Eddie pauses. Exactly what is he going to tell him? Surely not that he usually sucks on his fingers during a long movie because he can’t sit still.
“I didn’t do much today, so I’m full of energy,” he tries.
“We helped Robin move her boxes into the moving van all day, nice one.”
Well shit, he forgot about that. “I didn’t sleep well,” he says, trying again.
Steve knows what thats like. Waking up from nightmares, the disorientation, the panic. He’ll believe that one for sure.
Steve is quiet for a moment. “You could’ve called me, you know? That’s what friends are for.”
And bless his beautiful heart, he gives Eddie an encouraging smile. Eddie wants to eat him. Him and his stupid long fingers and his stupid gorgeous face and his stupid care for everyone except himself. How could Eddie not fall for that guy?
“I know,” Eddie mumbles, hands fidgeting in his lap, eyes strained on the carpet.
He feels a hand on his shoulder.
“Next time call me, okay? Anything happens and i’m here, yeah?”
Eddie nods, looking over at Steve to smile.
The smile gets stuck in his throat. Steve is closer to him now, less than one arm length distance between them. His knee is almost bumping into Eddie’s thigh, one little movement and they’d touch. His hand is still on Eddie’s shoulder, now sliding down his arm and settling in Eddie’s hand. Their fingers interlock and Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand once before letting go but the feeling of it burns on Eddie’s skin.
“Thanks,” he whispers, head snapping back to the movie that Steve now restarts because Eddie wasn’t even watching.
This time, Eddie tries to relax. He tugs his legs under himself, head resting on his forearm on the arm of the couch, slow breaths. And yeah, so what if he’s sucking on his fingers, Steve doesn’t know. His hair hides him pretty well and shields his mouth from Steve.
“What are you doing?”
Maybe he’s not as sneaky as he thought. His fingers slip out of his mouth with a wet pop.
“Uhm, nothing.”
“Did you have your fingers in your mouth?”
Eddie’s face becomes insanely hot as he shakes his head. He wipes his fingers dry on his pants, trying to be subtle about it, but of course Steve sees.
He must look like a deer in headlights, cowered into himself. The last time someone found out about that, he was thrown out of the house.
“No,” Eddie lies.
And sure, yeah, if he were in Steve’s position he would’ve laughed into his face because that little “no” was pathetic. His voice was raspy and quiet.
“I literally saw you, Ed.”
Okay fuck. But Steve seems calm about this, so maybe maybe, he could just tell him.
“It calms me down.” That’s what he settles on.
“Oh.”
Yeah, oh.
“I can stop, ‘m sorry,” Eddie says, face still burning.
The tips of Steve’s ears turn red as he shakes his head. “No, it‘s fine. If it helps, it helps.”
They continue to watch the movie. Steve doesn’t say anything when Eddie slips his fingers back into his mouth, when his eyes glaze over again and he feels himself calm down.
Eddie knows Steve has a million questions. He can read his face. But he doesn’t ask, not until the movie is halfway through.
“So, like– Is it just your fingers?”
Eddie freezes. He doesn’t know Steve had suspected this. He doesn’t know Steve hadn’t been able to focus on the movie. He doesn’t know Steve’s eyes were fixated on Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie shakes his head, fingers slipping back out with a wet pop.
“No? I don’t know, I just like having something in my mouth. It‘s weird, I know.”
Now, Steve is the one shaking his head.
“It’s not weird.”
Silence again. Minutes pass, both of them looking at the TV screen, none of them watching.
“What else do you suck on?”
Why does Steve keep asking? Eddie doesn’t know. He can’t imagine how badly Steve wants to put his own fingers there, something Eddie hasn’t even allowed himself to dream about.
Eddie shrugs, playing off the internal panic attack he just had.
“Oh, ya know. Anything really. Candy, ice cream, dicks.”
It was no big deal. They were two adults, they could talk about it. Steve knows Eddie’s gay, he told him months ago.
“Dicks, huh?”
Eddie just nods. “Yeah, I like the weight of ‘em. Keeps me grounded ‘n shit.”
Steve is quiet for a long moment and Eddie doesn’t dare look over.
If he had looked over, he would see Steve sporting a boner, so obvious and not even hiding it.
But he doesn’t. He keeps his eyes on the TV screen, pretending to not feel the burning hot stare of his friend.
“Do you wanna…” Steve trails off. He pauses and tries to subtly rearrange the hard dick in his pants, unable to stop the quiet groan that escapes his lips when he pushed the head under his waistband.
“Wanna what?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t know what Steve’s talking about. What he’s asking.
“If you want to, uhm, you know, suck a dick, you can.”
Eddie snorts, shooting Steve a look. And…
Oh.
That’s when he sees it. The hard outline of Steve’s dick, tugged under the waistband of his pants, obviously to hide it, but Eddie could see the wet spot of pre cum on Steve’s shirt.
He opens his mouth, closing it again before he lets out the most embarrassing sound known to man.
“You,” he gulps down the saliva that has been pooling in his mouth at the sight, “You want me to suck your dick?”
Steve’s face is as flushed as Eddie’s feels. But he nods. He simply nods and waits for Eddie’s reaction.
“If you‘re kidding it‘s not funny,” Eddie says, squirming in his seat, hands suddenly clammy. He gets that pain in the tip of his fingers, his dick twitches once before he feels a spurt of pre cum leaking into his sweatpants. He whines.
“I’m not kidding,” Steve says. He’s leaning back into the couch, arm propped up on the arm rest, practically presenting himself to Eddie. Inviting him.
Eddie doesn’t know what to do. His mouth is watering at the thought, his eyes begin to fog already, and he lets out another whine at Steve’s words.
“Please,” he whispers, wiping his hands on his pants before hesitantly inching closer.
Steve opens his legs a little, making room for Eddie to kneel on the floor. “Do it, baby.”
Baby.
Eddie whines again, now almost scrambling to settle between Steve’s legs, looking up at Steve. The only light in the room is from the movie that’s still playing, but neither of them pay attention to it anymore.
Eddie looks down to Steve’s crotch, feeling his own dick twitch in interest at the sight of Steve’s leaking tip poking out of the waistband. His shirt has a dark spot just where the pre cum is leaking and Eddie can’t help himself but get up to his knees and press his face into the fabric, inhaling deeply.
Steve’s scent is musky, laced with citrus from either his shower gel or the detergent he uses, and Eddie can’t get enough.
He mouthes at the dark spot, trailing down Steve’s dick, placing open mouthed kissed through the fabric of his pants.
Steve lets out these little hitched breaths every time Eddie does, and it only spurts him on further.
He reaches for Steve’s waistband, looking up at Steve as he does. “Are you sure?” He makes himself ask, voice groggy and dazed.
Steve nods. “Yeah, fuck.”
With a lift of Steve’s hips, Eddie pulls his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles, pooling right where he sits.
Eddie’s mouth waters at the sight of Steve’s dick. Sure, he’s seen the outline, but it was always soft, not hard and leaking like now.
He whines again, thinking about what he’s about to do, before taking it into his hand and giving it a few experimental strokes that have Steve’s breath hitching.
“Fuck, baby, you‘re doing so good,” he says when Eddie places a kiss on the tip, coating his lips with pre cum like he’s putting on lipstick. He looks at Steve’s flushed face again as he ducks down and licks a stripe from the root to the tip, taking it into his mouth right after.
He whines again, eyes closing and thighs flexing at the feeling. He bobs his head a few times, one of his hands gripping Steve’s calf, the other stroking what he couldn’t fit into his mouth.
Steve lets out little groans and whines as Eddie takes him further and further, hands gripping the couch cushion.
Eddie grabs one of Steve’s hands and places it onto his head. He pops off and looks up at him. “You can fuck my throat if you want.”
Steve blinks before he tightens his grip on Eddie’s curls. “Are you sure?” He asks, concern in his eyes. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“It‘s okay, I like it,” Eddie just replies, all shyness out of the window. He’s a little out of breath, from gagging himself on Steve’s cock, but he likes the floaty feeling that comes with it.
He licks over Steve’s tip again, not being able to suck him off like he wants to because of Steve’s grip on his hair. He still strains a little against it, so what? He likes the pain.
Steve guides Eddie’s mouth back on his dick, his hips giving a shy thrust, barely even doing anything.
“Come on,” Eddie says, pulling back, “please.”
Steve’s next thrust has more vigor to it and Eddie feels the tip brush against the back of his throat.
He gags a bit and Steve pulls him off.
“Shit, sorry.”
And, you know, it‘s sweet but it‘s not at all what Eddie wants right now.
“‘tis okay, Stevie. Again, please.”
Steve looks at him like he’s some kind of wet dream.
He pushes Eddie down on his cock again and this time he pushes a little further when Eddie gags.
Eddie moans around Steve, his hips bucking forward. He can’t help it. He’s so incredibly horny, he humps himself on Steve’s leg to get some friction.
“D’you like that?” Steve asks, moving Eddie’s head up and down on his dick, voice broken and breathy.
Eddie does his best to work his tongue over and under Steve’s cock, moaning like a bitch in heat as he humps against Steve’s leg.
“So desperate you need to get yourself off on me, huh?” Steve continues, his other hand wiping away some of the spit on Eddie’s cheek.
It‘s almost too intimate, the care Steve gives to Eddie, but he’s already going, so there is no stopping him now.
Steve moves his leg a bit, shifting it so it settles between Eddie’s knees, giving him better access.
He pulls Eddie off. “You‘re like a puppy, hm?” He asks, thumb brushing over Eddie’s cheek again. “Just can’t help yourself.”
Eddie nods and moans as he humps forward, his dick painfully hard against Steve’s leg.
“Need it,” he slurs. His thoughts have long gone, he was floating somewhere in the atmosphere, maybe above. “‘m sorry.”
Steve shakes his head. “It‘s okay, baby. Take what you need.”
Steve pushes his head down again, making Eddie gag when his nose hits the neatly trimmed pubes on Steve’s pelvis. There’s a wet sound when Eddie closes his mouth and sucks, his tongue lapping up the excess spit.
He’s close, just from sucking Steve’s dick and humping his leg like some king of animal.
His jaw aches deliciously and the pain of Steve’s hand pulling Eddie’s hair is almost enough to send him over the edge.
He whines again when Steve flexes his leg, making the surface to grind on even harder and he cums in his pants while still being used and moved like a hot mouth and nothing more.
He fucking loves it.
His hips twitch with over sensitivity, and be whines at the rub of Steve’s leg against his spent dick, but Steve’s not done.
“I’m so close, baby.” Steve’s panting. “Can I cum into your mouth? Please, baby.”
Eddie can’t really reply, and his mind is too foggy to build full sentences anyway, so he just sucks on Steve’s tip and looks up at Steve’s flushed face.
It takes another four, five thrusts before Steve forces Eddie down to the hilt, keeping him there as he spills down his throat.
He’s groaning and his head falls back onto the head rest of the couch, as his hips twitch forward. His fist is incredibly tight on Eddie’s hair and Eddie strains a little against it just to feel the pain a bit more, gulping down everything that Steve’s giving him.
When Steve loosens his grip, now gently petting Eddie’s hair, he still stays down, not wanting to give up the delicious ache of it all.
But then Steve pulls him off, cum leaving a bittersweet taste on Eddie’s tongue, spilling a bit on his lips.
Eddie whines at the loss, licking his lips to savor every drop. He rests his head on Steve’s thigh, eyes trained on Steve through wet lashes.
He still feels floaty, his mind calm and quiet.
They both catch their breath in silence, Steve’s hand caressing Eddie’s jaw, drawing circles with his thumb.
“Thank you,” Eddie eventually says.
He still feels floaty, his mind calm and quiet.
Steve lets out an exhausted laugh. “Thank you?” He repeats. “I think that was the best blow job I’ve ever had. Thank you doesn’t even cut it, baby.”
Then he pulls Eddie up from the floor, directly into his lap, and Eddie can’t help but melt into the warm embrace.
Sure, they were friends. But friends didn’t suck each others dicks, or making them cum by letting them hump their leg, no.
They didn’t know what they were, but for now, having each other was enough.