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“Ok, when I say go - squeeze as hard as you can.”
Eddie was going to lose it. There was absolutely zero chance he was going to be able to sit through this display without having a display of his own. He squirmed where he was sitting in the grass, bringing his knees up in a way that he hoped was real fucking casual.
“Smooth,” Robin whispered from her spot in the shade next to him. She was leaned back on her hands, giraffe legs sprawled out in front of her so she could poke Henderson with her bare toes. He kept swatting back at her and ignoring that he was missing her entirely. Too focused on the stopwatch and notebook in his hand. What a nerd.
Max got up from where she’d been sitting on the other side of Robin and joined Lucas in his patio chair. Poor Lucas looked like he was on cloud nine which must mean they were currently off on the on-again-off-again cycle of their relationship. Settling in, Max turned to grin at Eddie, sharp and evil. It was clear she’d only moved there to see how this was affecting him. She was a horrible child. His least favorite.
Except that she wasn’t.
Sticking his tongue out at her, Eddie looked back to the scene in front of him.
The ground around them was littered with crushed fruits. Steve’s thighs were shiny with fruit juice and dotted here and there with little squishy bits of yellow or pink pulp. His tiny little shorts had ridden up so high that this display had passed indecent before he’d even finished with the citrus fruit. Eddie gulped as his eyes traced over the clear bulge in Steve’s little green shorts. He refused to lift his eyes to Steve’s bare chest with his smattering of moles and coarse hair because he couldn't rely on his ability to resist both views at this juncture.
And there was not a chance in hell that Eddie was going to make eye contact with that smirk of Steve’s. He knew what the fuck he’d started. With the kids around and everything! Granted, all Steve had done was crush an empty soda can between his thighs and then the challenge had been on. Lucas had sworn he could do it, too. And he did. But he couldn’t manage to do the lemon. Steve had though. And the orange. and whatever the fuck a papaya was. And on through all the fruit in Steve’s kitchen - did he stock up for this? Who kept that much fruit on hand?
Now, he had a whole fucking melon between those thick thighs of his. And Steve had been working out all summer. Running, yes, but it was the squats that drove Eddie to madness. Sunkissed skin wrapped around thick thighs, covered in downy hair, begging, screaming for Eddie to touch them. To run his fingers up them and squeeze, to bury his face between them and just clear his head with the musky scent of Steve Harrington.
Fuck. Eddie should have escaped into the house. He was never gonna be able to keep his cool.
Steve sat back, adjusting around so everyone could see the length of his legs as he crossed his ankles, shifting the melon a little as he got into position.
Eddie whimpered.
“Oh, who cares?” Mike scoffed, “So your big dumb jock legs can make us a fruit salad. Big deal.” He elbowed Will who was staring very intently at Steve. Eddie giggled, covering his mouth and flicking his eyes at Robin who’s eyes were wide and who’s mouth was an O of shock because they might be witnessing an actual gay awakening here. “We aren’t impressed. Right, Will?”
“Shhh, Mike.” Will waved a hand but didn’t shift his focus away from Steve, “Later.”
Mike sputtered, looking from Will’s intent gaze and over to Steve’s thighs. Then back again. Eddie saw it the moment Mike realized what was going on. He looked shocked. Then angry. Then jealous. And last, scared. There it was. Finally. Jesus.
If Eddie had to suffer through this, at least some good would come of it. Mike would finally realize that he needed to get his head out of his ass about his feelings for Will. It was about--
“Go!” Dustin yelled, pressing down the tab on the top of the stopwatch.
Steve grunted, squeezing his thighs together. His fingers flexed against the ground behind him and his ass came up off the patio a few inches as he sort of ...oh dear god...arched up into it. He clenched his thighs, his hips, his gorgeous fucking ass, Eddie held his breath, clenched his own thighs to not arch up in response, biting his lips to keep from panting and moaning and then--
CRACK! The melon split clear up the middle, splooging juice right up the seam of Steve’s clenched thighs. It dripped out under him and Eddie could taste cooper, he was biting down so hard on his bottom lip.
Dustin had already stopped the timer, cheering with everyone. Eddie resolutely did not look up, keeping his eyes trained on the slowly growing puddle of juice and seeds under Steve instead. It was so hot. Honestly, it was fucking obscene.
“Alright, what’s next?” Dustin said with a sunny smile, looking up from where he’d noted the time in his spiral notebook.
“Me,” Eddie heard himself say and launched himself at his boyfriend. Steve muttered something about it being about time right before Eddie smashed their mouths together.
“Um...should I...start the timer?” he heard Dustin ask.
Luckily, everyone was so distracted pelting squashed fruit at a shouting Dustin that they missed Steve dragging Eddie into the house to crush Eddie between his sweet, sticky thighs.