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“That’s idiotic, Harrington. He’d get cornered with no way out,” Eddie gestures to the grid being projected onto the wall.
Steve rolls his eyes, “What’s your genius plan then? Hopper needs to get into that zone, my way is the quickest way to get there. Which means he won’t have to worry about getting cornered.”
You rub Steve’s upper arm, trying to calm him. The material of his sweatshirt makes it easy for your hand to glide up and down. Yet, Steve’s brows are still furrowed in annoyance. The tips of his ears burn red when Eddie looks back at him with a self assured smirk on his face.
“May I?” Eddie reaches for the pointer in Nancy’s hand.
You can’t tell if Nancy is annoyed or amused by the boys taking over the plan. She looks out at you, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan for backup.
Steve props a foot up onto the table, leaning back in his chair, “Let him have it, Nance. Then, we can get this over with and focus on the actual plan.”
“We’ll vote on the plans after Eddie explains his,” Nancy hands Eddie the pointer and steps away from the map.
“Time to wow us,” Robin grins.
Eddie seems to puff up under the group’s gaze, “If he gets off on Dover, then he can cut through zone C4. All he needs to do after that is walk until he reaches E6. Slower but safer, and he can cover extra ground.”
Jonathan is the first to respond, “It’ll also be easier for Hop to get back on the truck from there.”
“If he makes it back in time,” Steve interjects.
“I think Eddie’s right here,” Robin gives Steve an apologetic glance. “I mean, Hopper hasn’t checked C4 in a while; we can knock out two birds with one stone.”
Your eyes shift from Steve to Eddie, then back again. It feels like the worst time to disagree with Steve. He’s been more irritable than usual, you all have, though Steve’s constant frustration seems deeper. But you need to put the mission over your boyfriend’s feelings. Even if it makes him stare at you like a neglected puppy for the rest of the night.
“Eddie’s plan makes driving easier for you, Steve,” You say the words slowly, testing the waters before continuing. “The roads are smoother and you won’t have to force the van up any hills.”
The look of betrayal Steve gives you is immediate. But so is Eddie’s proud smile. One that you can’t help but smile back at. Which only increases Steve’s annoyance. He brushes away your hand and crosses his arms.
Nancy scans the group, “So we all agree on Eddie’s plan?”
“Whatever,” Steve mutters.
The rest of you nod. Nancy steps in front of Eddie and outlines his route on the map. He beams like he does every time the group takes his side over Steve’s, an occurrence that’s become more and more frequent.
After the meeting, Eddie pulls you aside while the others head upstairs. You watch Steve tense up once he notices that you’re gone, but he doesn’t turn back. Your heart aches.
“Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for backing me up. Harrington can be a piece of work,” Eddie chuckles. “His ego is almost as big as his hair.”
Eddie’s hand lingers on yours while he talks. His eyes watch you closely. There’s a softness in his gaze that brings heat to your cheeks. Something about him has always made you feel giddy, even after everything you’ve been through.
You shrug, “He’s my piece of work.”
“That’s… so corny. Even for you two.”
“What else do you want me to say? Sure, he has an ego, but I love him,” You take a step back, despite whatever flaws Steve might have, you’ll always stick by him.
Eddie’s smug expression drops at the word ‘love’. It’s become a touchy subject between the two of you ever since his confession eighteen months ago. No matter how much you dance around it, the moment lingers in both of your minds.
“You know I’m not trying to be a dick,” His thumb strokes the back of your hand.
The motion makes you shiver, “I know.”
…
The van air is suffocating. Steve casts an irritated glance at Eddie through the rearview mirror every few seconds. If Eddie notices, he doesn’t seem to care. Dustin is talking his ear off about the asshole jocks at school. Only stopping to check the tracker’s decibel level.
“Then he tells me, ‘I better not see you wearing that shirt again, Henderson’” Dustin's attempt to deepen his voice fails.
Eddie laughs anyway, “Wear it again tomorrow, show the fucker who he’s messing with.”
You don’t think telling Dustin to provoke a bully who’s twice his size is a good idea, but you keep your mouth shut. Steve massages his temples, then casts Eddie another glance.
“Look, if you wanna wear the shirt, wear it. But picking a fight over it is a bad idea. Never pick a fight; I learned that the hard way.”
“Like the time you got your shit rocked by Jonathan Byers,” Eddie snorts.
Dustin giggles too, “And by Billy.”
“Hey, I was protecting you brats that time. Got a plate smashed in my head for it.”
“That time.”
You turn to the back of the van, “Dustin, make sure the signal is stable. We can’t lose Hopper.”
Dustin’s smile flattens, and he goes back to tuning the dial. Eddie frowns at you.
“Hopper will be fine. The man’s tough. Let us have some fun.”
“You can have fun after the crawl,” Steve replies. “If that’s your idea of fun.”
Eddie grins, “Getting you riled up is real fun for me, Harrington.”
You choke. Of course, they both notice. Steve glares at you. Eddie’s grin only widens, making the van feel even tighter.
“You into that, princess?”
Dustin looks up with a bewildered expression on his face, “Too far, man, too far.”
Eddie throws his hands up in defense, “It was just a question. I bet that’s more Harrington’s thing, anyway.”
He waggles an eyebrow at Steve, whose cheeks are now bright red. Your own face feels too hot. The moment you’re able to step out of the van will feel like salvation. Steve runs his fingers through his hair and mutters something under his breath.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Eddie cups a hand around his ear.
“Maybe you should shut up and let me drive while Dustin does,” Steve waves his right hand in the air. “Whatever the hell he’s doing.”
“I’m–”
Steve cuts him off immediately, “I don’t care, alright. My point is… we need to focus. This could be it,” He looks at you. “Right?”
You nod, “We could catch Vecna tonight and end all of this. Eddie, you came up with the plan, let it work.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie does a half bow.
The silence only lasts until the walkie talkie in the backseat crackles, “I didn’t find anything. Heading back now.”
Steve sighs, “I told you so. We would’ve been done with this an hour ago if we just went with my plan.”
“Steve…”
“No. My plan was smart, and you all rejected it for his bullshit.”
“It seemed right at the time.”
“You mean he seemed right at the time,” Steve scoffs. “Because no one listens to me anymore.”
“Uh oh, Stevie’s throwing a temper tantrum,” Eddie not so quietly whispers to Dustin.
The van screeches to a halt.
Dustin pushes his headphones off, “What the hell?”
Steve turns around to face Eddie, “If you have something to say, just say it. I’m tired of dealing with two children in the back.”
“Let it go,” You reach for his hand, but he pulls away.
“I’m not letting it go. I want to hear it. Come on, Munson, tell me what an immature idiot I am. We all know that’s what you really want to say; and that you want to fuck my girlfriend. Show us how much better you really are.”
The walkie crackles again, cutting through the tension, “Steve, are you ready to track Hopper back?”
Dustin grabs it hastily, “Yep. Setting up now.”
…
“Wait up,” Eddie calls out.
You’re all walking towards Murray’s stolen Big Buy truck. His delivery is almost three days late, but you can’t be too picky about when your illegal contraband arrives. You stop and turn, Steve just keeps walking.
“Let’s go, babe,” Steve doesn’t look you in the eye; he hasn’t since last night.
In his defense, you haven’t tried to either. This whole situation has kept your mind racing. Dealing with it without hurting anyone in the process feels like an impossible task. Unfortunately, it’s a task only you can do. You spent the night mulling over solutions but came up empty.
“Steve, we should hear him out. Get everything out in the open.”
Eddie jogs to catch up with you, “I wanted to talk about last night. I… I was out of line.”
“It’s okay, Eds. We’re all under so much stress, I get it.”
“Of course you get it,” Steve mumbles.
“Should I slap him instead?”
“Preferably.”
Eddie cracks a smile, “You know, I actually wouldn’t mind that.”
“Now it’s definitely not happening,” You roll your eyes.
“Steve! Murray brought you boppers!” Robin shouts.
Steve runs to the truck. You and Eddie trail behind him. Sure enough, Robin’s holding a slightly dented box of boppers.
“The lady requested them for you,” Murray says, gesturing to you.
Steve finally makes eye contact with you, “You remembered.”
“How could I forget? You’ve been talking about how much you miss them for weeks.”
“Those were incredibly difficult to find,” Murray reaches into the truck. “...so was this.”
He hands you a small, black jewelry box. Inside is an almost exact match to the necklace you lost during your last mission to the Upside Down. Steve had noticed it was missing after you got back. The chaos of the failed mission had kept you from thinking about much of anything. The necklace’s absence had become a physical representation of everything Vecna had taken from you. You assumed that it was lost in that dark version of the Creel house, but if you didn’t know better, you’d think it was right here.
“He made me pay an extra fee for that.”
Murray snorts, “Oh please, we know you can spare the cash.”
Steve is too busy beaming at you to pay attention to Murray’s jab. He takes the necklace out of the box. His fingers effortlessly undo the tiny clasp. Then, Steve slides it around your neck and closes the clasp.
You press a kiss to his lips, “Thank you.”
“Alright, lovebirds,” Murray pushes between you two and hands a box to Eddie. “The lady also requested guitar strings. I’m assuming they’re for you.”
“Did you buy the cheapest ones in stock?” Eddie inspects the box, reading the label on the back.
“You get what you get and…”
“You don’t get upset,” Eddie finishes, still displeased.
“But wait, there’s more,” Murray does jazz hands before placing two large boxes of beer in Steve’s arms. “I don’t know why anyone would want to drink that… beverage, but here you go.”
Nancy raises an eyebrow, “What exactly do you need that much beer for?”
“A party,” Steve grins. “All the crawls have been busts. We deserve to let loose.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie responds.
Steve ignores him, “Who’s in?”
Robin elbows Nancy and gives her a look; Nancy stifles a laugh. It’s an interaction you’re all too familiar with. One that usually follows an interaction between you, Steve, and Eddie. Your drama has become Robin and Nancy’s source of entertainment.
You raise your hand first, then Eddie, Nancy, and Robin follow suit, and finally Jonathan half raises his hand.
Jonathan cranes his neck to look at Eddie, “Got any more joints?”
…
Eddie enters the living room with red rimmed eyes, “What did I miss?”
He plops down beside you. Crossing his legs to fit into the space between you and Nancy, who is too focused on Robin to pay any attention to him. You can’t help but notice how close he is; your knees brushing against each other, his hand just inches away from yours.
“We were just playing a game. Telling each other our secrets now that we’ve drunk too much to really think about it.”
Your words aren’t entirely true; the secret Robin just shared was thought out, something she’d brought Steve in on before the party. She was the one who made up the game, whoever the bottle lands on has to answer whatever question they’re asked. No lying, no deflecting. Steve had admitted to knowing everything beforehand, long before. Robin just needed his help to tell you and Nancy. The game created an opportunity for her to finally do it.
“Who shared the last secret?” Eddie takes a long swig out of the beer can in his hand.
Robin raises her hand, “That would be me.”
“What’d you say?” Eddie scans the small circle. “The vibe in here seems… down.”
Steve glances at Robin, “You don’t have to tell him anythin—“
“I like girls,” Robin blurts out for the second time that night. “I want to tell more people and you’re all my friends. Steve is the only one who knew before.”
“Steve? Really?” Eddie stares at her incredulously.
“He was surprisingly accepting. Still is,” Robin smiles at Steve, then gestures to you and Nancy. “They are too.”
“My turn,” Steve says after a beat, clearly trying to lift the weight off the group.
The brown bottle wobbles under the weight of Steve’s hand. It spins for a couple seconds before landing on Nancy. Steve’s eyes widen, like he’s just had an epiphany.
“Is Jonathan still out there?” Steve asks Eddie.
Eddie nods, “He’s finishing my last joint.”
You remember an argument Eddie had with Murray because Murray refused to bring him any “illegal substances”, as he had phrased it. This meant that Eddie only had a banged up metal lunchbox from his time as a dealer that had somehow survived the chaos that his trailer went through.
Steve’s attention moves from the back door to Nancy, “What’s going on with you and Jonathan?”
You swallow; at least he didn’t ask about himself. His relationship with Nancy isn’t something you’re worried about. You're all friends, and he hasn’t shown interest in her since they broke up. Still, you constantly see how much the relationship affected him. It’s a quiet insecurity that only you notice.
“Things between Jonathan and I are fine. Completely fine,” Nancy avoids everyone’s gaze.
Robin makes a noise that vaguely imitates a buzzer, “No lying.”
Nancy’s head whips up to stare at her, “Things between us are bad. Okay? We barely talk. We barely even look at each other.”
“Are you two going to break up?” You try to keep your voice light. “Do you want to break up with him?”
“I… I don’t know. I guess I know it’s the right thing, but… we’ve been through so much together.”
“That’s a terrible reason to be with someone,” Eddie replies, his eyes shifting to you, then to Steve.
You feel the need to defend yourself even though you don’t know what exactly you feel defensive over. Your relationship with Steve is nothing like Nancy and Jonathan’s relationship, thank God, but Eddie seems to think there’s a similarity. Steve seems just as bothered as you are by Eddie’s insinuation.
“I just need to figure things out myself,” Nancy continues. “Was that a good enough answer?”
Steve nods, his eyes completely focused on his hands now. As if he’s trying to hold something in. Nancy grabs the bottle and spins it. When it finally stops wobbling, it lands on Eddie.
It doesn’t take Nancy long to think of a question, “What’s in that notebook you always write in?”
Eddie’s bravado drops, his eyes turn down to his lap, “Song lyrics, some drawings. It’s just a way to get shit off my mind.”
Nancy doesn’t let him get off that easily, “What are the songs about?”
You’ve noticed the notebook and asked him the same questions. Only to get vague answers in return, which are enough for you to guess what’s inside the notebook.
“Someone I care about,” Eddie’s words are clipped. “Someone who makes me feel like I mean something.”
Nancy scans the circle to see if Robin and Steve have picked up on the meaning behind Eddie’s words. The feeling of the others’ focus on you tells you that they have. Steve’s fists clench in his lap.
“What kind of things do you write about,” Robin coughs. “...this person.”
Eddie doesn’t shy away from making eye contact with you this time, “The way I see them. The fact that I can’t have them no matter how much we both want it.”
“Spin, Munson,” Steve’s frustration building.
It’s like the universe is playing a joke on them all when the bottle points to Steve. The room goes silent for what feels like hours.
Finally, Eddie asks, “How does it feel to lose every fight you get into?”
You bite back a surprised chuckle. Nancy and Robin stare at each other in amusement, then at you. They’re literally going to fight for you, Robin mouths. Steve and Eddie are too focused on each other to notice the interaction.
“I beat a trained Russian guard in a fight,” Steve puffs up his chest. “I’m not as bad as you think.”
Eddie smirks, “Want to prove it?”
Steve rolls up his sleeves, “Oh, you’re going to regret this.”
“I’m right where I want to be,” Eddie turns his head and winks at you.
If dying of embarrassment were possible, you would’ve done it already. At least you’d be spared from whatever’s about to happen. Steve and Eddie stand up. So do Robin and Nancy, but they back up. Moving themselves away from the impending chaos. You follow them quickly. The three of you stand shoulder to shoulder, preparing for… whatever Steve and Eddie are going to do.
“I bet five that Steve wins,” Robin whispers.
Nancy smiles, “I bet five that she leaves the room before they’re done.”
“Seriously?” You mutter.
Then, the fight, if you can call it that, starts. They grapple for a few seconds; Steve taking things much more seriously than Eddie, who seems like he’s having the time of his life. It’s like watching two toddlers squabble over a toy.
“What the hell?” Jonathan walks over and stands next to Nancy.
“They’re ‘fighting’,” Nancy murmurs.
Things continue the same way for a few minutes before Eddie takes a dive towards Steve, pinning him to the ground. You gasp, watching Steve struggle against Eddie’s strangely powerful grip.
Eddie's hair hangs down, brushing against Steve’s face, “Gotcha, big boy.”
“Fuck,” Steve breathes, face flaming.
“Get off him, Eddie. You won,” Your voice is tired.
Eddie moves, grabbing Steve’s hand to pull him up. Steve pushes it away and forces himself up. Eddie holds his hands up in the air victoriously. Before anyone can say anything, Steve walks away. The stairs creak under his weight.
“Steve!” You rush after him.
Tracing his path upstairs and into your shared bedroom.
“What was that? You two were like children.”
“He wanted to fight me. He knew… he knew that would happen,” Steve paces the length of the room.
“Stop. Just stop. I’m done with the macho bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit,” Steve turns to you. “He clearly wants you. Do you hear all the shit he says?”
You sigh, “I do. And you know what I do? Ignore it, like you should.”
If you told Steve how you really processed Eddie’s feelings for you, things between you would blow up. What you need to do is defuse the situation, even if it means lying.
“You can’t expect me to believe that you just ignore everything,” Steve runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m not stupid enough to think you just ignored him when he told you he was in love with you. Despite what you all think, I’m not that stupid.”
“No one thinks you’re stupid, Steve.”
“Clearly you do since you listen to the guy who failed high school three times more than you listen to me,” Steve’s voice grows louder. “I get it, he’s better than me. The more interesting guy who treats you like his muse. Who wouldn’t want that over the loser who has no future?”
That’s when it all connects, “Is this about me and Eddie or Nancy and Jonathan?”
Steve goes quiet for a moment before speaking again, “Just tell me the truth,” The words sound weak. “Are you attracted to him? Or am I overreacting and everything’s fine between us?”
“I…” You inhale. “I’m attracted to him.”
“Do you want to be with him?”
“I think about what he told me… all the time. But I love you, Steve. Leaving you has never been an option.”
Steve lets out a dry laugh, “Would you sleep with him?”
The response comes to mind immediately. Yes. It feels taboo to even think about it, yet you do constantly. You think about Eddie’s body, and his eyes, and his…
“I guess I’m not completely crazy,” Steve snorts.
You smile, “I guess not.”
…
Steve feels like his father. He’d spent months taking his own insecurities out on the people closest to him. On you, the one person who really sees him, who really cares. And he’d only recovered after embarrassing himself and you. Steve spent the night thinking about how you should’ve left him after how he treated you. During the argument, he half expected you to run downstairs, right into Eddie’s arms.
Eddie, who he’d also treated like shit. Eddie, who was the reason why he left right after making your favorite breakfast. Steve stands outside Hopper’s cabin for a minute before stepping over the wire trap and walking to the front door. He prays that Eddie’s the only one home so he doesn’t have to explain why he’s there to Hopper. After Hopper returned, Eddie staying with him until everything ends and Hopper can clear his name was the clear option. Sometimes it felt like the cabin was full of ghosts, people who were supposed to be dead but survived by sheer will.
Steve finally knocks. Once. Then twice.
Thankfully, Eddie opens the door, “...Hey.”
“Hey, man… Can we talk?”
The inside of the cabin is cleaner than Steve expected.
“Hopper and El are training,” Eddie sits down at the small dining table. “Do you want coffee or something?”
Steve waves a hand, “It’s fine. I just wanted to apologize for everything. I’ve been a prick.”
Eddie chuckles, “A major prick. But, I can’t say that I haven’t egged you on. As the saying goes, jealousy is a disease.”
“It really is,” Steve grins. “I think I have a solution, though.”
Eddie leans forward, propping his elbows up on the table, “Do tell.”
“A threesome.”
Eddie’s eyes widen, “You’re serious?”
Steve nods, “I talked to her last night about everything–”
“Yeah, we could all hear from downstairs.”
“No, after that. We just talked, not about this, but… she’s attracted to you and to me. Plus, we owe her one after everything we did. If she’s into it, I think it could be… fun.”
“I can’t believe Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is inviting me to have a threesome with his girlfriend. Here I was thinking you two were vanilla.”
Steve’s face flushes, “We’re not freaks, but we try things, you know? I want to get rid of the jealousy, and I want her to be happy.”
“You know, you’re not that bad, Harrington.”
Steve doesn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.
…
“What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too,” Eddie bows in the doorway.
Steve enters behind him, “Don’t worry, we patched things up.”
“Harrington disturbed my morning with his salacious fantasies,” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Steve sits down beside you on the couch. His hands shaky, his leg bouncing up and down, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
You place a hand on his thigh, “What the hell’s going on?”
Eddie sits on your other side. Unlike Steve, his eyes are shining. Something’s got him excited.
“I was thinking…” Steve clears his throat. “We could have a threesome?”
“If you’re into it,” Steve adds quickly. “I know it’s… intense, but we’ve been trying new things recently and… it would help us get this whole Eddie thing out of the way.”
Only Steve Harrington would pitch a threesome to prove he’s not jealous anymore. A laugh breaks free from your lips before you can think about it. The situation is just so unexpected. Steve and Eddie went from fighting on the living room floor to planning a threesome; together, presumably.
“You’re making this awkward, Harrington.”
“So awkward,” You put your face in your hands. “I mean, why?”
“Why what?”
“Why a threesome? That’s an insane leap.”
“I dunno,” Steve rubs the back of his neck. “I guess I thought you’d want to try it since you’re attracted to both of us and… this was a stupid idea.”
You lift your head up, “I don’t think it’s stupid, I just don’t really get it. But I do want to try it.”
Eddie pumps his fist in the air, “Yes!”
“You don’t have–”
“I want to, Steve. It’s a great idea, your reasoning is just a little… strange.”
Eddie elbows you, “You should’ve seen my face when he told me. This all makes zero sense, yet I’m really into it.”
…
Before you know it, you’re all upstairs standing around the bed. Steve is staring down at it like it’ll bite him. Eddie’s brows are just furrowed in confusion.
“Maybe we should set some rules first,” You suggest. “What are we all okay with?”
“Condoms.”
You and Eddie stare at Steve. It’s like he lost all brain functioning when you entered the room together.
“Condoms are great…” Eddie looks even more lost than he did before. “What about them?”
“We should both wear them. Just to be safe. If we get that far.”
You nod, “That’s good. I was also thinking we should have a safe word, in case one of us gets overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Something like–”
“Firetruck,” Steve finishes.
“Firetruck it is,” Eddie places his hands on his hips. “So, who wants to get undressed first?”
Steve and Eddie stare at each other, then at you.
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
You slip off your shirt and pants, leaving you in just a flimsy bra and underwear. If you’d been expecting all of this, you would’ve worn something less plain. You’re surprised at how comfortable you feel around both of them. Steve takes his pants off next, then his shirt. He sits down on the bed and rubs a scar on his right side self consciously. The scars have bothered Steve since he got them, he didn’t take his shirt off around you for months afterwards until you convinced him that you didn’t care about his appearance. To this day, you see them as brave.
Eddie hesitates, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, “It’s not pretty under here.”
You’ve only seen Eddie shirtless a few times before, when you all had to keep him alive after everything that happened. The blood alone was enough to make you block it all out. The worst part was knowing that you couldn’t take him to a hospital, so you had to rely on your less than professional work.
“If you want to leave it on, you can,” You pat the spot on the bed next to you. “Just sit.”
Eddie takes his pants off before sitting down. You face Steve, cradling his face with your hand, then your lips meet. The kiss is messy and desperate. His hands grab at your waist, pulling you in closer. You can feel the mattress shift when Eddie turns his body. Your fingers find their way into Steve’s hair, tugging at the locks at the nape of his neck. The pull makes him groan against your lips.
Just when he wants more, you pull back and face Eddie.
“Hi,” You whisper.
“Hi,” His eyes wide, gaze needy.
Slowly, you press your lips to his. Hands pushing dark strands of hair away from his face. Eddie is more tentative than you expected. He waits before leaning deeper into the kiss. His overgrown bangs stick to your forehead. His fingers squeeze into your thighs.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” He murmurs.
“She is, isn’t she,” You can feel the love in Steve’s words. “The most beautiful girl in Hawkins. The most beautiful girl anywhere, really.”
You hum against Eddie’s lips, pulling away for Steve, who’s rutting against the mattress. A dark spot is steadily growing in his boxers. The fabric tenting up from his rising cock.
“Jesus. He really is that big,” Eddie’s attention split between you and Steve.
“You need help with that, babe?” You tug at the elastic of Steve’s boxers.
“Please,” Steve’s voice cracks in the middle of the word.
You carefully slide off Steve’s boxers. His tip already leaking. Steve’s fingers are gripping the sheets, you know he won’t be able to handle this for much longer. When you glance back at Eddie, he’s bare and vulnerable. Your eyes scan his tattered chest, more focused on his tattoos than the obvious.
“She’s soaking,” Steve’s demeanor has changed, he’s more in control of himself and the situation now. “Want to help me out with that, Munson?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Steve eases you back onto the mattress, “Let us take care of you.”
His lips begin to mark and tug at the skin of your neck. You feel Eddie’s hands brushing up your thighs towards your core. The metal of one of his rings makes contact first. His fingers follow.
“This okay?”
“Yes,” You can barely get the word out.
This seems to set Steve off, his kisses become hungrier. He uses one hand to toy with your breast and the other to hold himself up. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. Eddie’s fingers find their way inside you. You cry out. Steve’s lips move to mark the arch of your neck, his own fingers working their way around your chest.
“Harrington, you’ve gotta see this. She’s so wet for us.”
Steve kisses your cheek, “I’ll be right back.”
You lean forward so you can see both of them staring at you. Eddie’s fingers still pulse inside you. Steve whispers something that makes Eddie grin. Then, Steve moves his mouth just above where Eddie’s fingers are to your bud. The feeling of his tongue and Eddie’s fingers fill you with bliss. You throw your head back.
“Fuck,” You breathe.
It’s almost too much. But it feels too good to stop. You can feel it each time Steve bumps into Eddie’s fingers, the shift, then reset that they do to please you. Your vision is clouded by stars, orgasm building stronger with each passing second.
“I think I’m going to–” You moan before you can finish the sentence.
Eddie chuckles, “We’ve got you, angel.”
Finally, you release. The entire world shakes. Your breathing is heavy, still recovering from the overstimulation. Steve moves up and lies down beside you, eyes glazed over, lips wet. Eddie does the same, a ringed finger in his mouth.
“Want another taste, Harrington?”
He reaches over you, slipping his middle finger into Steve’s mouth. Steve sucks every drop off Eddie’s finger.
The sight alone is enough to rebuild the heat in your body, “We should go again,” You inhale. “Just… give me a second.”