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Steve sighed as he stepped out of the car, adjusting his watch and looking over at Robin. “Are you sure about this, Rob?” He asked apprehensively, as he looked up at the sign. She laughed, “Steve, this is gonna be great! It’s a sex shop, most people will be too embarrassed to buy from King Steve that they won’t spend more than ten minutes in here.” She assured, pushing him on the shoulder. “Plus, you got a manager position, we can do whatever we want,” she beamed, rolling her eyes as Steve sighed before nodding, and making his way over to the door.
“Robin! Steve! Come on in, I’ll show y’all the ropes,” Ryan, the owner, cheered as they stepped inside. He was a heavier set man, very flamboyant, and very southern. Steve was a fan.
Ryan prowled around the store, narrating as his eyes caught another thing to tell the new hires about, “Oh! Feel free to… familiarize yourself with any of the products. You guys will have to be pretty knowledgeable, but that will come with experience in the shop. Uh, a lot of our clientele, like to… Know the physical properties. So.” Ryan trailed off, watching the awkward blushes spread across Steve and Robin’s faces. “Thanks, Mr. Ryan.” Robin said unsurely, giggling nervously as she looked over to Steve, who looked like a proper deer in headlights.
Ryan nodded before ducking out, “Y’all stay outta trouble, now. ‘N wipe those looks off your face, don’t make my customers any more uncomfortable!” He sang as he walked through the door. Steve sighed and shook his head, “Still think it’s a good idea, Rob?” he asked, eyeing her, “I’ve had… Worse ideas.” She shrugged, before walking behind the counter and sitting, “It’ll be okay, Stevie.”
—
Turns out, the people of Hawkins got up to some freaky shit in their own time.
They’d been working at the shop for about two months now, and they were pretty comfortable with the products. Steve, unfortunately, knows that Robin had tested out a few strap-ons in her own time, and luckily for their customers, she had great reviews.
“And this one,” Robin demonstrated, “Actually provides the wearer with stimulation, so that’s great. I’ve used this one myself, actually. It’s one of my favorites.” She said, praising the toy, watching as the customer contemplated. They shook their head a few times, “Uhhhh, I’ll take it!” they said, before Robin rang them out.
“Thanks, Mrs. Click, come back soon!” Robin called as their satisfied customer walked out of the store with a blush on her cheeks. She whirled around to face Steve, “Dude, she pegs Mr. Click!” She cried, “I am learning way too much about these people.” Steve sighed, shaking his head as Robin tried to rub the image out of her eyes. While Robin had made herself familiar with some of the products, Steve had yet to venture that far. What could he say, he was pretty vanilla. All he needed was his hand, really. And when expressed that to Robin, she just looked at him with a grimace, “I don’t need to know that,” She shuddered.
He was about to say something in retort to Robin, but he paused as the bell above the door jingled, “Welcome in, please ask any questions you may have,” He called, not bothering to look at the customer. “Oh, hello, Steve.” His head snapped up at the voice, “Mr. Clark?” He asked, eyes meeting the voice. “Hi, is there-” He cleared his throat, “Is there something I can help you find?” He asked nervously, eyes not meeting the other mans, he watched as Mr. Clark shifted from foot to foot, “Uh, heh. Just some, well. We’re both adults right? Just some lube, please.”
Steve nodded, shaking off the weirdness, before grabbing the key for the locked lube counter, “Any, did you want any heating, or enhancing?” He asked, looking at the plethora of options. “No, just, regular water based is fine.” Mr. Clark said, rubbing his eyes. “It’ll just be… $6.95,” He said, punching the numbers into the cash register, smiling as Mr. Clark handed him a $10, “Keep the extra as awkwardness collateral, okay? Have a good day,” He said, walking out with the bag in his hand.
“Robin!” He called, watching as she ran out from the back, “Mr. Clark just bought lube!” He cried, face contorting as she laughed at him, “Now you know how I felt!” She called as he laid his head on the glass counter. “I like this job, but I wish- Ugh, I wish people didn’t know me, you know?” He sighed, he wishes his King Steve reputation didn’t precede him like this. Robin doesn’t get recognized nearly as much, and he knows she holds that above his head. He can only hope one of his kids' mothers doesn’t come in looking for some alone time.
He groans as he stands to continue his closing duties, ready to get out of the shop before he can have any more awkward moments, with any more of the Hawkins population.
—
It was only a few days later that he ate his words.
Because none other than Karen Wheeler had barged into the store, “Ryan, sweetie, my vi- Steve, oh my goodness. Wh- uh. What are you doing here?” She faltered, pausing in her steps. “Oh, I’m actually the manager, is there anything I can help you with?” He asked, trying to swallow the discomfort he felt. “Oh, well. Ryan told he’d hired a young stud, I didn't think he- he meant you,” She breathed, smiling at him. He shifted under her gaze, “Well, I don’t know about the- uh. Stud, part. Uh, was there something I can get you? Lube? Batteries?” He asked, wanting to get the transaction over with as soon as possible, especially with the way she was eyeing him right now. God, he wishes Robin was here. “Just some batteries,” She said, batting her eyes at him, he cringed as he grabbed the batteries from the wall behind the counter. “Here, just $9.87.” He said shortly, shoulders relaxing as she finally exited the store. “God, I hated that,” He breathed, watching as she waved at him from her car, he smiled uncomfortably as he waved back politely.
He paced around the store, restocking and getting his closing duties checked off the list. It was a pretty good day, seeing as he only recognized two people. He sighed as he shifted the mannequins from where people had moved them, and put everything back where it was supposed to go. He doesn't understand why it’s so hard for people to put things back where they found them. Though, it was mostly douchebag guys who came in, pretending like they knew everything about the store and the products in it, they were always so obnoxiously wrong, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for whoever they were buying this stuff for. (Whether it’s for themselves or not).
He paused in front of the toys, specifically the dildos.
He was in the shop alone, and he was feeling a bit more comfortable around the topic now, but he had yet to consider buying something for himself. At this point, Robin had a whole drawer full, and was very enthusiastic about them. He had no issues about others using them, he just… He didn’t know what he’d use.
Though, staring at the wall of toys now, he felt the heat pooling in his stomach. He remembers back to when Ryan urged them to try out anything in the store, and eyed the flesh colored toy once more. He shook his head and moved on, not today.
He finished his closing duties, locking the safe and closing the blinds.
He paused in front of the wall again as he grabbed his keys from the counter. He sighed heavily, “Ugh, fine!” He shouted to himself, snatching the package off the wall before showing it into his backpack. He knew enough about it to make the thought go straight to his dick.
He no longer had a boring night ahead of him.
—
He walked into his next shift with Robin with a flush across his cheeks.
He had thoroughly tested the toy on himself, and felt like a changed man, truly. But he felt like everyone could tell that he’s had plastic up his ass for 30 minutes each night for the past two days. And fuck, he couldn’t help it, the pleasure he felt was much more worth it than any humiliation he felt about it.
He tried to have an air of confidence about him, but somehow, Robin knew it as soon as he walked in. “Steviffer, oh my god. Have fun last night?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Steve blanched, “W- How?”
“You have that “I just got fucked” glow about you.” She laughed, “So which one was it?” He pointed at the toy he took home with him a few nights ago, “Oh, you naughty boy!” She squealed, “It’s about time, I couldn’t last longer than a week without buying something,” She said, scoffing as Steve rolled his eyes. “I know, Robs, you told me all about it.” He laughed. “You also told Mrs. Click all about it, which I heard, if you don’t remember.” He reminded her, looking at her pointedly.
She was about to reply when none other than Eddie Munson and his group of hooligans walked in, shouting about how he had frequented this store. He and Steve were pretty familiar, their kids were friends, they talked occasionally, but not once in the past six months he’d been working here had Eddie ever stepped foot into his store.
He scoffed as Eddie bragged about knowing all of the products and his own collection. “You’ve never stepped foot in here!” He said, making Eddie pause in his tracks, friends “oohing” as he did. “Yeah? How would you know, Harrington?” He crooned, walking over to him, leaning over the counter, faces closer than they had ever been before. Steve could feel Eddie’s breath on his face, “I’m the manager, dumbass,” He said, hand brushing against Eddie’s cheeks, satisfied as the blush spread across the metalhead’s face.
Eddie reared back, “Oh?” He called, stalking over to the handcuff assortment, “Why don’t you take me in the back and teach me all about you being in charge, hm?” He said, eyelids lowering as he floated towards him. “Maybe then we’ll find out who’s really in charge, right big boy?” He purred, voice sultry, heat pooling in Steve’s stomach.
“I get out of here at 6pm, meet me outside?” Steve said, leaning in, lips brushing across Eddie’s skin.
Soon after that, Eddie and his friends left the shop, “What was that, dingus?!” Robin screeched, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Look, all I’m gonna say is that I wouldn’t mind Eddie taking advantage of me.” He said simply. “Oh, my god. You slut!” She cheered, “You have to tell me all about it,” She gasped. He nodded, laughing at her, “Okay, okay. I don’t even know if he’s gonna show up.” He said.
—
He showed up.
And somehow, he was hotter than Steve had ever seen him before. He had his hair pulled up into a messy ponytail, he was wearing ripped jeans and a skimpy black tank top. “Oh fuck,” he whispered as he took in the sight. “Make sure to keep it in your pants until you’re in a bed, Stevie,” Robin sang as she walked out the door, high fiving Eddie on her way out. He watched as she got in the car with Vickie, waving as they pulled out, before meeting Eddie’s eyes once more. He grabbed his keys before locking up, “Ready, Stevie?” Eddie purred, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the van.
Steve swallowed and nodded, letting himself be pulled.
Soon enough, they pulled up to Steve’s, Eddie claiming that Wayne was home and shouldn’t be bothered with loud sex. Steve didn’t know if he was kidding or not, and the prospect of Eddie actually fucking him was enough to make him chub up in his jeans. His middle school crush was back in full force and his chest almost hurt with need as he and Eddie walked into his house. “So,” He began awkwardly, “Eddie, I have to admit that I’ve been wanting this- hmpf,” he was cut off by Eddie pressing his lips against Steve’s feverishly.
He gasped as Eddie pulled away, “Jesus, Stevie,” Eddie panted, before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up the stairs to his bedroom. Reaching the top of the stairs, the metalhead pushed him against the wall, walking him backwards until his back hit his bedroom door. Eddie’s teeth grazed Steve’s bottom lip, pulling a whine from the younger man, “Fuck Eddie.” He gasped, Eddie kissing his way down his neck, sucking a hickey onto Steve’s exposed collar bone.
Steve reached back clumsily, pulling the handle of his bedroom door.
Eddie pressed his hands into his hips, taking small steps until Steve’s knees hit the edge of his bed, making him fall backwards. Eddie followed soon after, tugging at his tank top before throwing it off, and yanking at Steve’s polo, “Off,” He mumbled, lips breaking contact for just a moment.
Their teeth clacked together as they connected their lips once more, Eddie reaching down to flick one of Steve’s exposed nipples, earning a surprised gasp, “Like that, Stevie,” He asked, watching as Steve nodded with a blush across his cheeks.
Steve sat up, pulling Eddie into a sitting position as he slid off the bed onto his knees in front of him, “Want you in my mouth, Eds.” He gasped, tugging at his zipper. Eddie stood, struggling to get his tight jeans off, “Fuck why did I wear these tight ass pants,” He groaned as he finally slipped them off, underwear sliding off in unison. His dick slapped his stomach as it popped out of his jeans, “God, Stevie,” He panted, watching Steve as he mouthed at his dick.
Steve sucked the head into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out before sliding down Eddie’s length, humming as his nose pressed into the patch of dark hair at the base of Eddie’s cock. “Oh, shit, Steve!” Eddie cried, hands curling into Steve’s hair, Steve pulled off with a pop, “Fuck my mouth,”
Eddie paused, “Wh- Are you sure,” he asked, looking at the boy between his knees, “Fuck, please, Eddie,” Steve begged. “Shit,” Eddie hissed, guiding Steve’s head back down onto his cock, “You sound so pretty beggin’ for me baby,” He praised, earning a hum from Steve. He thrusted his hips gently as a test, “Good?” He asked, feeling Steve tap twice on his thigh in response, before picking up his speed, feeling Steve’s throat contract and wrap around his dick. Steve hummed, tears leaking from his eyes and spit dripping down his chin. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Stevie,” He moved to pull out but Steve gripped his thighs, hand reaching up to brush against his balls. “Fuck!” He gasped, air punched out of his stomach as he came down Steve’s throat, “Jesus,” He breathed, letting go of Steve’s head, allowing him to slide off his cock.
“Good?” Steve asked, moving to lie next to him on the bed, voice raspy from the abuse. “So good, Stevie,” Eddie cooed, as he shifted to face Steve, brushing the hair out of his face.
Their lips meet once more, Steve rolling on top of him, grinding his still clothed dick onto Eddie’s stomach. “Get those pants off and lay back Stevie,” Eddie instructed, smacking a hand against Steve’s ass, earning a moan. He watched as Steve shimmied out of his jeans, taking in the wet spot of precum that had formed on the front of his boxers, “So wet for me, Stevie.” He sang, patting the bed as Steve stepped out of his boxers.
Steve layed on the bed, “You got lube?” Steve nodded, pointing to the bedside drawer, forgetting about his plastic little friend that also resided in there, Eddie laughed as he pulled it out, “Got yourself somethin’ huh, Stevie?” Eddie teased. “Shut up and fuck me,” Steve griped. “Awh, what happened to my sweet boy? That wasn’t very nice,” Eddie scolded, slapping Steve’s exposed hole, Steve jolting in response. “Fuck, please, Eddie,” He whined.
Eddie smiled slyly, “Okay, okay, been waiting so long, huh? Such a good boy,” Steve preened at this, cock jumping against his stomach. “Gonna prep you, baby,” Eddie narrated as he poured lube over two of his fingers, placing them at Steve’s entrance.
Steve pushed back, needing something inside of him, Eddie laughing as he did, “Just relax, baby. I’m right here,” Eddie soothed, flattering a hand over his stomach, pushing gently as he pressed his fingers into the tight ring of muscles, starting slowly, drawing them out before pushing back inside. “Fuck,” Steve gasped as Eddie opened him up, painfully slow. “Please,” He begged, needing the movement. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby,” Eddie instructed. Steve shifted his hips, mouth dropping open as Eddie curled his finger inside of him.
“More,” He gasped, eyes screwing shut. Whining as Eddie removed his fingers, “You got condoms?” Eddie asked, shifting on the bed, “I’m clean, need you, please.” Steve gasped, Eddie nodded excitedly, “Okay, okay.” He said hurriedly, lining himself up, pressing his now hard again cock into Steve’s entrance, groaning as it swallowed his length. “Oh, god! Fuck me, Eddie.” Steve moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows, gasping as Eddie began to move. Eddie snapped his hips against Steve’s ass, relishing in the feeling of fucking into him. “Harder,” Steve begged, whining as Eddie picked up the speed, loving the sound of their skin smacking together, taking in Eddie’s moans.
“Shit,” Eddie hissed, reaching for Steve’s dick, “Eddie, I-” Steve moaned, hips pressing back to meet Eddie’s rhythm. Eddie pumped his length, “C’mon, Stevie, cum for me,” watching as Steve grasped the sheets around him, “Good boy, cum for me,” He praised, driving his dick into Steve’s hole. “Eddie, uh! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Steve chanted, whining high in his throat as his stomach tightened with pleasure. He came with a grunt, moaning as Eddie continued thrusting, with the clenching from Steve’s orgasm, Eddie was not far behind. “Oh god,” He cried, hips pressed into Steve’s ass as he came inside his tight hole. “Shit,” He gasped, flopping against Steve’s chest. “I am so glad you came into the shop today,” Steve laughed, playing with Eddie’s hair. “God, me too,” Eddie groaned into his chest.
He sat up, pulling out, watching as his cum dribbled out from Steve’s hole, “That’s almost enough to make me hard again, shit.” He said, before laying down on the bed, pulling Steve into his hold. “I know I’m doing this backwards, but- Would you want to go on a date with me?” Eddie asked, tone nervous. “I’d love to, Eds.” Steve said, leaning up to peck him on the lips, sighing contentedly as he laid back down, resting his head on Eddie’s chest.
“Let's talk about it tomorrow, ‘kay, Stevie? Go to sleep for now,” Eddie said, finishing out with a yawn, smiling as Steve buried his head into his chest, curling around him. “G’night, Eds.” He mumbled, eyes slipping shut.
In the end, they both went to sleep with a smile that night.