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“Man…fuck the Fun Fair,” Eddie whines for about the hundredth time that day.
Fortunately, given their shared predicament, Steve is nothing if not willing to commiserate. “Tell me about it.”
They’re sprawled out on the Harrington couch–Eddie in nothing but a Metallica tee and boxers, Steve wearing a shirt and shorts from his high school gym days–while the pair of them try to lay low.
And why exactly, inquiring minds might wonder, have they been banished to this (not quite solitary) confinement?
The culprit, at least as far as they can tell, had been the novelty fortune telling machine and two ill-begotten wishes the night before.
Only in Hawkins, Eddie thinks bitterly.
It had been a total lark, Eddie coming across the so-called Wishing Machine, title emblazoned across the top in bold red letters.
“Sure, why the hell not?” he’d muttered with a snort, sliding a coin inside. Then Eddie had turned to the crowd and called out, “Hey, big boy! Wanna get in on this?”
That was the exact moment he’d caught sight of the leggy blonde Steve had been chatting up over by the merry-go-round. Total impulse and the pathetic, pining ache in his chest had left him thinking, unfortunately not for the first time, Jesus Christ, I wish I was a girl.
That way, maybe, just maybe, his painfully hot, painfully sweet, painfully straight best friend might have cast a single one of those infamous heavy-lidded gazes or flirtatious smirks his way. Alas.
Eddie had thought nothing about it, at the time. A meaningless wish on a powerless fair gimmick. By the time they left the fairgrounds, he’d forgotten all about it.
After all, how the hell was he supposed to know it would actually work?
Eddie hadn’t…at least not until the next morning, when he woke up to find his dick gone and a set of boobs where they definitely hadn’t been before. And when he let out a scream, the sound that came out of his mouth was a lot higher pitched than he’d been expecting.
Which is how he found himself here, hiding out at Steve’s. His parents are basically never around, at least as far as Eddie can tell, meaning there are a lot fewer questions and demands for an explanation to face at the Harrington palace than back at Forest Hills.
Eddie has no idea what he's going to tell Uncle Wayne if this goes on for more than a day or two. Steve had already snickered at the way he had to lower his voice earlier, when he called over to the trailer to explain exactly where he was.
“My God, man, have mercy!” Eddie had exclaimed dramatically at the time, thrusting his hands in the air. “Surely, if anybody around these parts can sympathize with suddenly sounding ‘girly,’ it’s got to be you.”
Steve had only huffed, crossing his arms under his chest, the motion only serving to further accentuate the set of gorgeous Double Ds he’s currently sporting.
The thing is, Eddie has no idea how his wish could have whammied Steve too.
Which means maybe he isn’t to blame, at least not for turning the former King of Hawkins High into a queen. After all, the jock had tossed a coin to the fortune teller as well.
But…what would Steve possibly wish for that could have resulted in this?
Maybe he wanted to see how the other half lives, get some better ideas for wooing the flock of pretty girls in Hawkins always lining up to date him? That’s the only plausible theory Eddie’s come up with so far.
And Steve himself has stayed pretty tight-lipped about the whole thing, insisting, “That goddamn machine must have been cursed, Eds!”
To be fair, Eddie hasn’t exactly pressed him on it. After all, it wasn’t like he was ready to volunteer what he’d wished for.
Still pondering, he casts a curious, sidelong glance at his fellow “cursed” compatriot. His pulse immediately starts to race.
Jesus. His jock of a best friend is still so hot it ought to be criminal.
Because ‘girl’ Steve is all long legs and huge tits and luscious hair, remaining wildly out of Eddie's league–out of girl Eddie's, too, with his new A-cups and still frizzy mane. Like this, he's cute enough, sure, but in the same alt, odd duckling way he's always been, whereas Steve is an honest-to-god knockout.
…Also the same as always.
Eddie’s eyes trail downward, taking in the Hawkins High swim captain t-shirt Steve is currently wearing. While it’s loose in a lot of places, right across the chest, it’s fighting for its life to try and accommodate his new…assets.
Those tiny green gym shorts are having a similar problem, Eddie knows from watching Steve fish the remote out of the couch cushions earlier, his already incredible ass stuck high in the air, highlighting the fact that it was even more peach-shaped than before. Christ, Eddie hadn’t even realized it could get any fuller.
When Steve catches him staring, he raises one bitchy, exasperated eyebrow in his direction, and even it looks shapely and perfect.
“Okay, seriously, what? What is it?”
The thing is, it’s so not fair. Here Eddie is, having been granted an honest-to-god miraculous wish, transforming him into a (moderately attractive) chick. But because the universe loves to laugh at his expense and then spit in his eye, he doesn’t even get the benefit of making out with Steve about it! What a goddamn waste!
Which is exactly the line of thinking that has him blurting out, “So, uh. You wanna, I don’t know…fool around or something?”
Smooth, Munson. Real smooth.
Steve’s brow furrows, face pinching into that familiar, adorable look of confusion. “Huh?”
Trying his best to play it cool, Eddie shrugs, grasping for the most plausible ‘straight’ guy explanation he can give to explain propositioning his usually very male best friend. “I mean, you know…girl on girl is hot, right?”
Steve only rolls his eyes. “Dude, don't let Robin hear you say that. She'll lecture us for, like, three days straight. Once she gets started, I swear, there’s no stopping her!”
Eddie knows Steve’s right, and truthfully, even more so…Robin’s probably right too.
But still, he’s not quite ready to admit defeat.
“Come on, Harrington. There’s no way you’re not the least bit curious,” Eddie holds his fingers up, pinching them together. “What it’s like? Hell, Henderson would probably say it’s basically our scientific duty to do some…experimenting.”
Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ew, don’t talk about Dustin right now.”
The words make Eddie grimace. “‘Kay, point taken. But! My point also still stands. There’s no chance in hell the Casanova of Hawkins doesn’t wanna see what it’s like for all those lovely ladies you’ve been with. Think of what we could learn! All the many, uh…tips and tricks yet to be discovered! When are we gonna get a shot like this again?”
For Eddie, that has never been more true. This is his one shot at being with Steve, and like hell is he going to miss it.
A beat of silence passes. So, he mentally rolls for persuasion, throwing out his last ditch effort. “Plus, I mean. It’ll basically be like hooking up with some random metal chick you picked up, right? The same as any typical successful Saturday night for the ‘Hair,’ no awkwardness necessary.”
Steve shoots him a coy look, the glint in his eyes turning knowing, cocksure.
“Aww, admit it, Eds. You just like me like this, yeah?” His voice is sing-song, teasing. Gaze still trained on Eddie, Steve bites at his bottom lip and flutters his eyelashes, playing it up. “You think I’m a total hottie. I know you do.”
“Babe, you are, no question, an absolute smokeshow,” Eddie admits without hesitation, entirely honest. Just because he thought so before doesn’t make it any less true now.
“Knew it!” Steve preens, doing nothing to hide the fact he’s pleased as punch.
Then, he bounces off the couch, practically sashaying his way to the staircase, the exaggerated sway of his hips undoubtedly on purpose.
When he reaches the bottom step, Steve places his hands on his hips and sends Eddie an unimpressed look.
He stares back at him dumbly, not quite ready to believe his feeble arguments actually worked. “Uh…where you headed?”
“Where do you think, Mr. ‘We-Totally-Gotta-Experiment’?” Steve gestures exasperatedly at the top of the stairs–towards his bedroom. Then, he cocks a challenging eyebrow at Eddie. “Well? You coming or what, Munson?”
Eddie doesn’t have to be told twice, standing so quickly it must look like the sofa had electric shocked him. “Aye aye, captain.”
Steve huffs. “Don’t annoy me, dude, or I’ll change my mind.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he bows, unable to help himself.
But though Steve purses his lips in annoyance, he seems no less enthusiastic than before when he grabs Eddie’s hand and all but drags him upstairs.
Eddie’s a little shocked that, as soon as he gets the bedroom door closed behind them, Steve cups his face, tugs him forward, and brings their lips together in a hungry, searing kiss. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if that’s something Steve would want to do given that, underneath the new girl packaging, it’s all Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson that he’s locking lips with. But, apparently when Steve is all in, he’s really all in.
“Shit,” Eddie pants, sounding dumbstruck as Steve nips at his bottom lip, “you’re really good at that.”
“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugs one shoulder, impossibly casual even as he keeps nuzzling at the corner of Eddie’s mouth, “I’ve kind of had a little bit of practice.”
Eddie shakes his head, not even capable of hiding his awe. “Safe to say, the rumors are true. It’s definitely paid off.”
The cheeky, megawatt grin Steve sends him is infectious, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.
And since kissing is apparently on the table, Eddie takes advantage of the opportunity to brush his lips over the twin moles on Steve’s cheek, the ones he’s wanted to get his mouth on for ages.
Steve blinks at him in surprise, and he has a split second to wonder if somehow he’s fucked this up, done something too undeniably sappy and thus probably way too ‘gay.’ But before he has the chance to spiral too hard, Steve is surging forward to crush their mouths together again.
He walks them back to his bed with the ease of practice, gently pushing Eddie down onto that busy plaid comforter. Once Eddie is seated, Steve takes hold of the hem of his own shirt and peels it off in one long, smooth slide, his breasts bouncing free.
When–in his wildest fantasies–he'd imagined this happening, Eddie had pictured coming face to face with a fuzzier, firmer set of tits.
But, he has to admit…Steve's boobs now are pretty goddamn glorious, full and freckled with perky pink nipples peering back at him temptingly.
“Christ, Harrington, get over here,” Eddie demands, and the giggle Steve lets out as he pulls him down on top of him is one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard.
“Hey, hey, hey, c’mon, take this off,” Steve urges, tugging impatiently at the bottom of Eddie’s band tee, “I wanna see you, too, you know.”
And that was part of the deal, Steve getting it on with the random metal chick he now appears to be, so Eddie shucks his shirt quickly, chucking it haphazardly off the bed into some unknown part of Steve’s room.
When he surges forward and they kiss again, it's incredible, just how soft and supple Steve's breasts feel as they rub up against his. And they feel even better in his hand when he caves to the impulse and gropes them, the breathy little noise Steve makes as he gives both a squeeze leaving Eddie tingling.
Like Eddie said, his own new tits are nothing to write home about. But Steve must find them tolerable, because he still takes it upon himself to reach up and pinch at Eddie’s nipple now that it’s exposed, his thumb bumping up against the metal of his piercing.
Steve pulls back to stare at it, still toying with the glinting silver as he asks, “So, uh, how long have you had this?”
“Ages, to be honest,” Eddie says. With a glance, he gestures downward, admitting, “I used to have two, but, uh…you saw how that turned out.”
Because Eddie’s scars are still there–as are Steve’s, matching but not as severe. Whatever magical mojo has been worked on them, it’s still them, just girl-shaped.
“You’da thunk the wizard could have done me a solid and given me my left nipple back when he was busy doing…all this.”
“Eh, one’s plenty,” Steve insists, giving him a soft, half-smile. Eddie smiles back despite himself. Giving Eddie’s nipple ring a flick, he adds, “And I’m really into this.”
As though to prove his point, Steve ducks his head down and sucks Eddie’s remaining nipple into his mouth, lapping at it hungrily.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie gasps, “that shit’s sensitive, man.”
Steve lets out a soft, satisfied hum of agreement, and the vibrations that shoot through Eddie’s breast from the sound make him shiver all over. Still circling the steadily hardening nub with his tongue, Steve doesn’t forget to attend to Eddie’s scarred tit, cupping it in his palm and massaging at the slight, fleshy swell of it.
Then his mouth moves lower, and suddenly Steve is kissing his way down Eddie’s belly, lips tender as they trace along his scars. Eddie trembles at the attention, not only because of how good it feels–though it does feel fucking amazing–but also because of the way Steve doesn’t shy away from that ugly patchwork of skin, doles out affection to every single part of him.
Steve Harrington is a sweetheart and a gentleman, Eddie knew that abstractly. But it’s one thing to know it, and something else entirely to see it action, be on the receiving end of it.
“Damn, man, you sure know how to show a girl a good time,” he mutters, if only to prevent himself from blurting out something far sappier.
Lips curling into a cocky smirk, Steve shoots him a wink. “Oh, just wait, Munson. I’m only getting started.”
When Steve reaches his thighs, he places a palm on the inside of each and spreads them, the move smooth and practiced. He’s not exactly known for being the shy type, but Eddie still finds himself fighting the urge to clamp his legs shut, hyperaware of his new anatomy and feeling extra exposed in a way he never has before.
At the sight of the dragon tattoo snaking its way up the inside of his thigh, Steve lets out a contemplative “huh,” and that anxious feeling only intensifies.
“Pretty sexy,” he comments off-handedly, petting at Eddie’s inked skin before he presses his mouth to it.
Eddie didn’t really think the kind of girl he now appears to be was Steve’s type, but he’s proving him wrong left and right.
“You know…I think you’re totally overdressed,” Steve comments, grin lopsided as he traces a teasing finger underneath the band of Eddie’s boxers.
“Hey, man, you’re one to talk,” Eddie says, nodding down to the shorts the jock is still sporting.
“Touché,” Steve says, though he pronounces it tush, and Eddie just bites back the urge to say yeah, I’m trying to see yours, big boy, like a complete dork.
When Steve pulls off that last offending article of clothing, it’s so quick Eddie hardly gets to enjoy the show. Then his focus is back to being devoted entirely to the obstacle that is Eddie’s waistband, all but making grabby hands before he yanks at it impatiently. Lifting his ass, Eddie helps him shimmy his boxers down over his (slightly) more shapely hips.
“See? That’s way better,” Steve sighs, gaze hot as he looks down at Eddie.
He probably shouldn’t flush this hard at the mere suggestion that Steve’s pleased to get him naked…but here he is, pale skin turning pink.
With him now fully bare, Steve wastes no time, leaning forward and giving Eddie’s pussy a quick kiss, pressing the pair of them lip-to-lip in an entirely new way.
And for a moment, it's too tender, even as it makes Eddie's toes curl. He wishes he could get this kind of affection from Steve for real, not just because he looks like some random hot metal chick Steve is willing to get his leg over with.
Steve’s thumbs press into the lips of Eddie’s pussy, spreading him open.
And okay, he had no clue what he was talking about before, because this is the most exposed Eddie has ever felt, aware that he’s at Steve’s mercy and completely vulnerable.
When Steve plunges his tongue into that new, foreign split, licking eagerly at his folds like he tastes of the sweetest ambrosia, the sound Eddie lets out borders on feral, his hips bucking and legs splaying uncontrollably. As he circles Eddie’s hole with quick swipes, Steve's nose grinds up against his clit, and it's a fucking incredible move, one that leaves Eddie feeling like he might shake apart.
“Jesus Christ!” he cries out, giving his own hair a helpless yank. “You, uh–fuck!–really do know what you’re doing, huh?”
Eddie’s aware it’s an echo of his praise from before, but man if it doesn’t keep proving true, again and again.
“No complaints so far,” Steve pulls back long enough to say, smile smug, a hungry glint in his eyes. “Besides…you taste good, dude.”
Eddie’s head spins, unable to even process that as Steve eagerly dives in for more. Not letting up, he laps into the very core of Eddie. As he does so, Steve doesn’t leave Eddie’s clit unattended, either, reaching up and rubbing at it steadily. Eddie moans again, the sensation like nothing he’s ever experienced before, Steve’s talented fingers making his thighs quake.
Hand sliding upward, Steve finds Eddie’s right breast and palms it, fondling the soft flesh greedily as he eats Eddie out like a man starved.
“Goddamn. You’re completely pussy whipped,” Eddie murmurs.
It would sound more goading, except he’s entirely too dazed for that, the words betraying his sheer wonder instead.
Steve only makes a soft noise of agreement low in his throat. The broad, wet strokes of his tongue pick up the pace, like Eddie’s folds are his favorite new flavor, and he can’t get enough.
Then, much to his surprise, Steve takes Eddie’s hand with his free one, tangling their fingers together.
That, more than anything, leaves Eddie babbling again, the overwhelming warmth in his chest threatening to eclipse the heat between his thighs that’s making his cunt clench.
“No, but honestly, the girls at Hawkins High weren't fucking joking, holy shit. The mouth on you, big boy.”
Steve pulls back again, just long enough to preen up at him, and the way his lower face glistens with Eddie has him mewling almost as much as the sudden, empty feeling.
“That wasn't an invitation to stop, Harrington, Jesus. Don't leave a guy–a girl–hanging.”
Eddie really hopes his slip up doesn’t spoil the mood, remind Steve too abruptly that it’s him he’s got spread out beneath him, not some random girl he’s hooking up with. But Steve’s bright smile doesn’t dim even slightly.
“Trust me, Eds, this is all for your benefit. I mean, you don’t wanna come too fast, do you?”
Steve’s teasing tone makes Eddie bristle with the need to hold out, prove wrong his insinuations…all while the swirl of embarrassment in his stomach at the thought turns him on even more. Traitorous ass body.
Before he can come up with a retort, witty or otherwise, Steve presses that talented mouth to Eddie’s clit. He taps his tongue against it in maddeningly, deliciously quick flicks of pressure that jolt through Eddie’s whole body with every brush.
And then, he slides a slender finger past Eddie’s entrance, pushing into him, and the knowledge that that’s Steve pressing inside him is enough to have Eddie seeing stars. Eddie’s hole clamps around the digit greedily, muscles he didn’t even realize he had working, trying desperately to pull Steve even deeper.
As Steve sucks at his clit, swirling his tongue around it, he quickly adds another finger, working them in and out of him as he finds a firm, steady rhythm. Eddie can only imagine the way Steve would fuck into him with that (allegedly) huge cock of his. The thought makes him clench even harder around the digits Steve is so expertly pounding into his opening.
“Not–shit!–exactly doing much to discourage me coming too fast, Stevie boy!” Eddie complains, his voice coming out entirely too high pitched, and not just because of the transformation.
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to,” Steve retorts, impish.
Steve’s hair is a little too long when Eddie fists a hand in it, no longer willing to resist the urge, but it’s every bit as soft as he’d always imagined it would be. And the breathy, shuddery sound Steve lets out when he tugs at it has him pulsing even harder against his face.
As revenge for his insolence, Eddie grinds his spread, wet cunt down onto Steve’s lips, shutting him up the best way he knows how.
But it’s more reward than punishment, as it turns out, if Steve’s grateful groan is anything to go by.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s good, that’s good,” he encourages between swipes, breathless. “Do that, baby. Use my mouth, fuck my face.”
Eddie squirms with want, his clit pulsing, the words making him feel light-headed.
“Get a cute girl in the sack, and you turn into an absolute wild cat, Harrington.”
“Yeah, well,” Steve chuckles, the sound warm as he catches Eddie’s gaze with those wide, hazel eyes, “when they’re as cute as you, can you blame me?”
Eddie gapes, rendered speechless again. So, rather than answer, he just shoves Steve’s face back into his pussy. The jock goes easily, letting out a happy sigh as his tongue finds Eddie’s clit again.
There’s no denying what a sexy sight it is, having a gorgeous girl‘s head between his thighs–but it’s way hotter knowing that it’s Steve with his nose buried in Eddie’s bush, licking into the heat of him, his expression completely blissful.
Crooking the fingers inside of him, Steve begins expertly massaging a particular spot that makes Eddie feel like liquid fire is running through his entire body. He can’t help but wonder idly how much deeper Steve could go if he had his usual long, athletic fingers.
…Though if it got any better, he might pass out, to be honest.
“Stevie!” Eddie moans, his hips bucking wildly, which only makes Steve work his fingers all the more furiously.
“Come on, come on, that’s it,” Steve urges between hard flicks of his tongue, his breath hot where it ghosts over Eddie’s clit. He scissors the digits, then rubs determinedly at that bundle of nerves, and Eddie whines, writhing hard. “Gonna make you come in my mouth, Eds. Wanna taste you, feel you hot on my tongue.”
Heat pulses low in Eddie’s belly, his cunt throbbing around every skillful thrust of Steve’s fingers, the pair of them locked in a rhythm that’s building steadily to a crescendo.
“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, J-Jesus C-Christ!” Eddie cries out, rocking his hips to meet every push of Steve deeper inside him.
And then, he’s doing just as Steve promised, whole body jerking as his orgasm pulses through him like a bolt of electric white pleasure.
Wetness gushes out of him, and as he pants and gasps his ways through the aftershocks, Steve’s mouth dips lower. Heedless of how oversensitized he is, Steve pins Eddie’s shaking thighs to the bed and determinedly laps up every drop of slick pouring from his pussy.
“Fuck, man, stop, stop!” Eddie whines, curling away as the dogged strokes of Steve’s tongue become unbearable. “Keep that up and I’ll, uh–come on your face again!” he threatens, like a total idiot, the only comeback–ba-dum-tss–he can come up with.
Sitting up and running his tongue shamelessly over his bottom lip, Steve chuckles. “You promise?”
Eddie eyes him warily. “All this time, everybody in this town’s been saying I’m the menace. But, in all actuality, it’s you! Steven ‘Golden Boy, Panty Dropper’ Harrington!”
Steve laughs again, and then he’s shimmying upward. Wrapping an arm around Eddie, he pulls him down insistently, their lips pressing together when they meet in the middle. As they kiss, deep and wet and messy, Eddie can taste himself inside Steve’s mouth, that lingering flavor enough to make him groan.
“Pretty sweet, yeah?” Steve asks, waggling his eyebrows, goading and flirtatious all at once.
“Harrington, you dog!” Eddie gasps, faux scandalized as he gives Steve’s shoulder a shove.
The move quickly devolves into the pair of them play wrestling, their impromptu match only ending when Eddie manages to roll Steve over onto his back and pin him beneath him.
“Okay, my turn now. Get ready to have your world rocked,” he says, tapping into some of his onstage bravado, tone wicked. His smug simper quickly melts into a beam, however, when he catches the thrilled look on Steve’s face.
As Eddie captures Steve’s lips with his own once more, wanting to taste his smile, he reaches down and rakes his fingers through the curls between Steve’s thighs. Then, he cups his pussy.
Steve is already soaking wet. Apparently, taking care of Eddie was enough to leave him very turned on. The knowledge makes Eddie shiver with lust in turn.
Dipping his fingers into Steve’s dripping folds, Eddie murmurs, “Man, so fucking warm, sweetheart. All revved up just for me.”
“Yeah, well. I liked making you feel good,” Steve admits, pouting up those irresistible lips for yet another kiss. Eddie has no choice but to indulge him, chest aching with the sweetness of it, how willing this boy who could have anyone he wanted is to give and give and give.
Once he’s peppered Steve’s mouth with enough kisses, he slides down his body, turning instead to press his lips tenderly to the spot just over his heart. The swell of Steve’s breast is soft beneath his mouth, and Eddie can feel the way the jock’s heart races with every doting caress.
Giving his nipple a fond pitch–and proudly making Steve’s breath catch in the process–Eddie turns his attention lower.
With the fingers that have been stroking at the pulsing heat between Steve’s thighs, Eddie parts Steve’s lips, exposing all that pretty, glistening pinkness. Steve’s cute little hole quivers under his hungry gaze, practically begging to be filled.
The sight of Steve’s spread pussy, his entrance fluttering open so invitingly, is enough to make Eddie’s cunt clench, his clit growing hard and swollen with the sudden need to push inside. In that moment he wishes desperately for his cock.
He settles for the next best thing–throwing a leg over Steve’s hips and grinding his pussy against Steve's, the wet sounds between them obscene. Steve moans as Eddie rubs their clits together, like two tiny cocks frotting furiously against one another, and Eddie finds that Steve's is every bit as stiff and puffy as his own. When he reaches down to stroke over them both with his finger, Steve lets out a shout that can only be described as guttural.
“Oh my God! Eddie, Eds!” he gasps, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he bucks underneath him. “I swear, this is, like–ah! ah!–one of the hottest goddamn things that’s ever happened to me in my life!”
“That so, baby?” Eddie slows the movement of his hips to a teasing drag. “You like feeling my pussy pressed up against yours? Already so hot and wet again for you, too?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Goddamn, Eds, ‘s so good!” Steve babbles, wrenching up to press his lips to any bit of Eddie he can reach.
He’s such a loverboy, even when he’s being driven wild, and affection for him swells up in Eddie strong enough it makes his heart skip a beat.
When Eddie shifts enough to slide his hand between them, Steve lets out a soft whimper. He allows it to drift down far enough to give one of Steve’s full asscheeks a fond, soothing squeeze, unable to resist. In another world, one where it doesn’t take a magical transformation to get Steve in bed, that’s the hole he would be pushing into, burying himself to the hilt.
But then he trails his fingers back up through all that slickness and sinks them into Steve’s quivering pussy. Thrusting deep, Eddie feels a possessive spike of pleasure knowing that he’s inside Steve, even if it isn’t fully in the way he imagined.
“And how’s that, sweetheart?” Eddie coos, determinedly working the digits in and out of Steve’s pulsing opening. “Feel nice?”
Curving them, he searches for that same spot Steve had so expertly massaged and watches eagerly as pleasure strains across Steve’s face, the jock nodding frantically.
“Oh, oh, oh! Don’t stop, Jesus–don’t stop!”
“No, no, I wouldn’t, Stevie. I won’t,” he promises, lips brushing over the beauty marks on Steve’s neck.
His gaze is drawn like a magnet back down between Steve’s legs, and Eddie hungrily tracks his fingers disappearing into Steve, watches as his hole sucks him in so beautifully.
“Fuck, you feel absolutely incredible clenching around me, sweet thing. I’d like nothing more than to be fully inside you,” he admits.
And, shit, good work wrecking the fantasy, Eddie. He can’t imagine most of the girls Steve has been with before have talked about wanting to fuck him.
Steve blinks up at him with wide hazel eyes, seeming for a moment to confirm all of his fears.
Then, he abruptly jerks a chin towards the night stand. “Eds,” he pants desperately, “Eddie, in the bedside drawer.”
It’s a feat of acrobatics, leaning over to check as Steve instructed without accidentally slipping out of him–but Eddie had promised.
What he finds, though, when he finally manages to jimmy the drawer open has Eddie’s eyes round as saucers.
Wrapping his free hand around bright blue silicone, he picks up the…double-ended dildo that was laying inside, feeling its weight and heft in his hand.
Eddie’s mind races, grappling for an explanation for why Steve would have something like this in the first place. Maybe…some girl he’d been with had wanted to get spit roasted? And, being a one woman kind of guy and a gentleman who would never leave his lady unsatisfied, Steve had gone out and got the right equipment to do it himself?
Or…is it possible Steve really is more of a freak in the sheets than Eddie had ever given him credit for?
Still gaping, Eddie holds out the toy, presenting it to Steve. “Holy fuck, you’re saying you want me to–?”
“Uh-huh,” Steve nods rapidly, his words coming out breathless, rasping on the end with a bit of a whine. His expression as he stares at the dildo can only be described as longing. “Please, please, man. Come on, come on, I want it, too. I–shit, Eds, I wanna feel you pushing into me.”
And then, bafflingly, he rolls over onto his belly, leaving Eddie's hand suddenly bare, damp and cold.
When Steve raises himself up on all fours, Eddie feels like he might pass out. He’s a vision–long, chestnut hair slung over one shoulder, golden, mole-dotted back arched seductively, and that mouth-wateringly plush ass of his high in the air.
Just looking at him like that makes Eddie’s cunt throb, especially given what the position clearly implies.
Because Steve Harrington wants Eddie to fuck him.
With a dildo.
Doggy style.
Eddie must be blacked out somewhere, dreaming. Hell, maybe he really had died in the Upside Down all those months ago. That’s the only reasonable explanation for what’s happening right now.
“Well?” Steve smirks at Eddie over his shoulder, giving his plump backside a teasing shimmy. “I’m ready and waiting, Eds.”
And as before, the go ahead from Steve is all Eddie needs to spring into action.
“Anything for you, good sir.”
Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie’s goofy half-bow, but a barely suppressed smile twitches at the corner of his mouth when Eddie scrambles clumsily towards him.
The dildo has a bulb on one end, and, once he’s closer, Eddie hurriedly shoves it past his walls. He’s so slick the silicone slips in easily, his cunt holding onto it tight.
It's a little mind-bending to have the weight of a cock swinging between his legs again, especially when he looks down and is confronted with the reality, from the bright blue color, that it isn't his own. The disconnect is jarring, but it still feels right to have it there, jutting up from his thighs.
The view is absolutely incredible, when Eddie lines himself up, at the perfect angle to ogle the expanse of Steve’s round, perfect bottom. Just staring down at Steve on his hands and knees like that is enough to have Eddie’s hole pulsing around the toy buried in him.
Pure impulse taking over, he gives one cheek a firm slap, making the fleshy curve of it ripple.
Instead of the haughty reprimand Eddie expects, Steve wiggles his hips encouragingly, panting out, “That’s it, right there.”
“Ask and you shall receive, big boy.”
So Eddie gropes that pink cheek hard as he guides the tip of the toy against Steve’s opening, wet sounds filling the air as he grinds against it. When he thrusts forward, the dildo plunges into Steve easy as anything, his cunt stretched loose and ready.
The moment Eddie enters him, Steve moans with pure relief, only growing louder with every inch Eddie drives deeper as he bottoms out completely.
“Well, now, just look at you,” Eddie coos proudly, “fit around me like a dream.”
“Hurry up, quit messing around,” Steve gasps, already desperate and impatient. “I need you, Eds. Need you to fuck me–right now!”
“So damn bossy, my liege,” Eddie teases.
But still he does, rocking forward to begin fucking him properly, all while Steve pushes back eagerly to meet him.
Smoothing a hand up Steve’s stomach, he takes one of his voluptuous breasts in his hand and fondles it roughly, making Steve cry out again as he continues to pound into him. Eddie can feel it, with his handful, the way Steve’s tits jiggle hypnotically with every thrust.
Each cant of his hips as he slams the dildo inside Steve pushes the bulb deeper into Eddie, and he can feel every tremor and quake as Steve’s pussy works feverishly around that blue silicone, the toy connecting the pair of them so intimately.
Entangling his hand in Steve’s hair, Eddie tugs it the way Steve had liked earlier, encouraging him to turn his head until he can see Steve’s profile.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn pretty,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to one of his shoulder blades, “bouncing on my cock that way, taking me like a rockstar.”
And Eddie is struck between the eyes with the realization that he wants to see it, when Steve comes. As hot as this is, his chest pangs with the need to be face-to-face, looking into Steve’s eyes as it happens, close and within the perfect range for kissing.
Unable to let the image go, he slows his pace and then carefully pulls out of Steve, the jock mewling in frustrated protest. “No, no, come on! What-What-What’re you doing?”
“Wanna see you baby,” Eddie reassures, running a soothing hand over Steve’s back as he gently urges him to turn over, “watch that gorgeous face of yours while I make you come undone.”
Something like bewildered awe breaks over Steve’s expression, and then he’s going much more easily, tugging Eddie with him so he can crush their mouths together.
They resettle into the position, Steve wrapping strong legs around Eddie’s back as Eddie pushes inside him again, the move pulling him close and locking the pair of them together.
As he begins to work his hips, Eddie grabs onto Steve’s hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers.
Steve’s eyes shine bright as he stares up at him.
“Eddie, this–God, I didn’t ever really think–I mean, what I want is–”
“Shh, shh,” Eddie shushes him, cutting off his stumbling before he can spiral too hard, “baby, I promise it’s alright. Just…don’t think about it too hard, ‘kay? For right now, I’ve got you. Lemme take care of you.”
Nodding, Steve gives him a heartbreakingly shaky smile.
“Now, why don’t you touch yourself for me, sweetheart? Make yourself feel even better,” Eddie encourages.
Steve does, rubbing at his clit with that expert flick that Eddie now knows from experience feels absolutely incredible.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and Steve whimpers, finger working even more furiously.
So Eddie picks up the pace again, slamming the dildo into him at a rhythm that matches his strokes.
Steve’s grip on his hand tightens. But even as the tempo between them increases, each press of their mouths is messy yet tender, Eddie giddily drinking down all the sweet little sounds that pass from Steve’s lips.
“Close, Eds,” he exhales, quiet and surprisingly delicate, his hazel eyes lidded as they catch Eddie’s, “I–ah!–I-I’m close.”
“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” Eddie brushes his lips over the bridge of Steve’s nose and his cheek, runs a gentle hand over the smooth skin of Steve’s waist, and he feels Steve clench hard around the toy. Affection overwhelms him, and Eddie confesses, “Fuck, honestly–best I’ve ever had.”
Steve lets out a chest cracking wail, the toy jerking as, just like that, he comes hard around it. Eddie’s eyes dart wildly over his face as the orgasm shudders through him, committing to memory the perfect little ‘o’ of his pink lips, the cute crinkles at the corner of his tightly shut eyes, the melodic lilt of his sighing gasps.
He’s the loveliest fucking thing Eddie’s ever seen.
Even as he goes boneless beneath him, there’s a determined glint in Steve’s eyes when they hazily blink open and look up at Eddie again.
Slipping a hand between them, he rubs slow, lazy circles into Eddie’s clit, working diligently until Eddie is quaking and gasping, coming all over again. The quirk at the corner of Steve’s mouth is sweetly satisfied as he watches Eddie shake apart one more time.
Then they slump together, a tangled pile of sweaty limbs and wild hair and heaving bosoms worthy of a Harlequin romance cover.
After a long moment, Eddie rolls off of him, and Steve lets out a soft sound when the dildo finally fully slides out of him. With a tug, Eddie pulls the toy from between his legs as well, the pressure of the bulb inside him becoming overwhelming practically the second Steve had pushed him over the edge again.
“You done good,” he salutes the valiant soldier before tossing it onto Steve’s bed, his antics getting a snort out of the jock himself.
Then they lay there, side by side, still close enough their shoulders brush.
Eddie wonders idly if, now, he can get away with cuddling. I mean, he still looks like a cute chick, right? So surely that’s a pass not just for hanky panky but for a bit of post-coital snuggling?
Though, given his reputation, maybe Steve isn’t the spoon-in-bed-afterwards type? Eddie really can’t imagine he isn’t, not with how attentive he is during. But, he’s heard tell of the kind of hypermacho locker room talk the jock types get up to, so isn’t able to rule it out for sure. Not yet.
Swiveling to face Steve, he looks for some sort of hint, any social cue. He finds Steve looking back at him with those big hazel eyes, his expression every bit as searching.
After a minute, Steve clears his throat. “So. Uh. I mean, that was–”
“Yeah,” Eddie nods quickly, too nervous to let him finish the statement. He hopes his tone conveys for him how mindblowing it really was, how much he enjoyed it. How much he hopes Steve did, too. “Yeah, it sure fucking was.”
“...Totally,” Steve echoes, sucking his lip between his teeth. He worries at it as he tilts his head upwards, staring at the ceiling.
And because Eddie struggles with silences, particularly the loaded kind (the kind that give you time for regrets), he blurts out, “Wanna go again?”
Steve’s startled look pushes him to add, “I’m just sayin’, I've heard chicks can come like…ten times in a row if they're really revved up. Which, gotta say…” The soft grin he sends Steve might be an attempt at flattery, but it’s also 100% genuine, “you've absolutely got me there, big boy.”
“They definitely can,” Steve agrees with easy certainty.
Which makes Eddie anxiously wonder if that means he should pull him into another kiss, gear up to start round two–or three, he guesses. But…the confirmation from Steve wasn’t exactly a full stop yes.
And then, Steve sits up abruptly.
“It’s just…I don’t think I can.” Eddie can see, from his silhouette, the way Steve rubs a finger absently over his upper lip, “Do it again, that is.”
“You…don’t?” Eddie asks, the rug pulled out from under him.
He scrambles into a sitting position, too, desperately grappling while the second chance at being with Steve steadily slips through his fingers. Sure, the whole thing might not have been completely real…but it was still more than he had ever hoped for.
“Well, why not, man? Cuz, from my end, that was, fucking…brain-meltingly hot,” he babbles, falling back on old arguments. “So, I figure, why shouldn’t we, you know? Once–I guess twice–in a lifetime opportunity and all that. Unless…” He swallows, gutted by the rapidly growing possibility, “was it…not good for you, too?”
After all, it had gotten…so intimate at the end. And that had been the best part, for Eddie, but maybe…with the afterglow fading, maybe it was freaking Steve out now.
“No. No, Eds, it’s not that, I just…” Reaching up, Steve pinches at the bridge of his nose. “I can’t do it again. Not knowing you don’t want me.”
“Wha-What are you talking about?” Eddie asks, genuinely flabbergasted. “Of course I do! I mean, who else?”
He tries rubbing a reassuring hand over Steve’s back, but Steve stiffens, shrinks away.
“You do not,” Steve snaps, firm and exasperated, an edge of anger to his voice. “Sure, you want it with hot girl me, but not like…me me, you know?”
Eddie starts, feeling the thread of the conversation unravel away from him. “Honestly…no, Stevie. You lost me. What’re you trying to say?”
Steve crosses his arms beneath his chest, really highlighting the fact that they’re still completely naked, vulnerable. A factor Eddie had honestly forgotten about, in the midst of all the turmoil.
“Hello? Beyond you’re, like, play-flirting, there hasn’t been even a whiff of interest out of you, dude. I know, I’ve been on the lookout for it. But then, I turn into this,” Steve gestures to his body, in all its glorious nakedness, “and suddenly you’re all over me? I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious, Eddie.”
Eddie feels like his world is tilting on its axis.
“Uh, no, absolutely not, man,” he argues, unable to do otherwise. “You only went for me because I woke up looking like some random, moderately cute girl. That’s the only reason I mustered up the courage to make a move in the first place! I knew there was no way in hell I had a chance normally, but sprout a pair of tits, and boom! For once, I actually had a prayer!”
“Huh? Now you’re the one not making any sense. Because no way, that’s so not true. Guys, girls, more, I like them all! I totally bat for both teams, you know?” Steve mimes swinging a bat. He's such a sports-loving dweeb, and, even in the midst of an argument, Eddie likes him so much it's unbearable. “But, I mean, mostly I'm into…you.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he immediately hunches in on himself, like he’s armoring up for whatever comes next. Eddie, for his part, just gawks at him stupidly, the confession hitting him right between the eyes.
A beat passes, and then he gently takes Steve’s chin in his hand.
“Honey, look at me,” Eddie coaxes Steve to meet his gaze with those big, worried hazel eyes of his. “A man would have to be–shit, completely blind, not to see how pretty you are now.”
The sigh Steve lets out is shuddery, shoulders slumping in defeat.
“But…you were every bit as beautiful before.”
He kind of can’t believe how shocked Steve looks, at such an obvious fact. Steve’s perfectly pink lip even wobbles, right before he sets his mouth into a tough, firm line.
“Seriously?” The hitch in his voice betrays him. “You…seriously, you mean that?”
“‘Course I do. Have you seen you? And if you thought all my flirting from before was ‘joking,’ I must have been doing a helluva lot better job that I thought. Cuz I’m crazy about you, Stevie. Have been for months now, ever since what I thought was the worst week of my life turned out to be pretty okay, because you were there. And I finally got the chance to see what a big-hearted, babysitting hero you are,” Eddie mimes pressing a gun to his boob, shooting himself straight through the heart. “Been a goner ever since.”
Burying a hand in Eddie’s curls, Steve tugs him suddenly forward, pressing their foreheads together.
“...We’re such idiots,” he sighs, one corner of his mouth curling up into a rueful, self-deprecating smile.
“Hey, you’ll get no arguments from me, sweetheart.”
“Eds, I can’t believe you thought I wanted to hook up with some random metalhead girl when I could have you instead! We practically raise the kids together, dude, and I’ve seen you on stage at the Hideout. You’re a total rockstar. Smart, funny, sweet, literally the whole package. I’ve been making eyes at you since, like, the minute you pinned me against that boathouse wall. How could you be so stupid, thinking anybody else could compete?” Steve shakes his head, eyes crinkling with his smile. “Being the dumb one is my job.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Eddie protests. “Don’t talk about my guy like that.”
“...Your guy?” Steve echoes shyly.
“Uh, well, you know. I sure hope so.”
Steve’s lips collide with his in answer, the pair of them drawn together like magnets, their kiss close-mouthed and sweet.
“I’m Eddie Munson’s guy,” he repeats between presses of their lips, sounding giddy.
“For as long as you’ll have me, sweetheart.”
Wrapping his arms around him, Steve squeezes him tight, tucking his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck as his lips mouth leisurely along his jaw.
Eddie’s going to get addicted to this quick, he’s sure, having the soft, warm weight of Steve against him.
Abrupt and sharp, like something has just occurred to him, Steve lets out a chuckle.
“You wanna share with the class here, Stevie?” Eddie asks, amused.
“Robin’s going to kill us.” When he quirks a confused eyebrow at him, Steve explains, “We literally had, like…hot lesbian sex before she did.”
Throwing back his head, Eddie cackles, the two of them dissolving into hysterical giggles.
“Speaking of our very hot lesbian sex,” Eddie starts, once they’ve calmed down enough he can speak again, “inquiring minds want to know, baby…why do you have a dildo that fits perfectly inside a pussy?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Not that I’m complaining right now, obviously. But…you been out here letting the lovely ladies peg you with the rest of Hawkins none the wiser? Cuz the rumor mill definitely never said anything about that.”
Steve groans, burying his face against Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh God…that’s what I get for taking sex toy advice from lesbians. I asked the girl behind the counter–you know, at the sex shop in Indy Robin and I went to?–what she should get if she wanted a strap-on. And then, I mean…I’ve been pretty curious lately. So I figured…what’s good enough for Robin is good enough for me.”
Another ringing peal of laughter spills from Eddie’s lips.
“Laugh it up! …Cuz it still works pretty well for what I wanted,” Steve mumbles, and Eddie can practically hear his pout. He just catches the hint of a flush on the jock’s cheeks as he burrows his face even further into Eddie’s skin.
Eddie’s not complaining, when it means having Steve pressed so close.
“Worked pretty damn well for my purposes, too.” With a smirk, he rocks his hips gently against Steve.
“Good thing I was prepared, then,” Steve gives Eddie’s shoulder a playful poke. “Really, you should be thanking me.”
“You regular Boy Scout, you,” Eddie teases. Ducking his head, he rubs their noses together before brushing his mouth over Steve’s again.
They kiss for long moments, unhurried and lingering. There’s no rush now, not like before. They’ve got all the time in the world.
“I seriously can’t believe,” Steve breathes against his lips, once they’re forced to (briefly) come up for air, “that all the fairy tales turned out to be such bogus.”
Eddie’s brow furrows in surprise. After all, this feels like a pretty picture perfect happily ever after to him.
“Help me out here, sweetheart. How so?”
“Well, you know…they all said true love’s kiss was supposed to break the spell!” Sounding indignant, Steve pushes his body against Eddie’s, demonstrating the way their gentle curves still press together.
But Eddie is reeling too much to share his outrage.
“‘True love'?” he repeats, awed.
“Oh my God. I didn't mean to–” But before he can finish, Eddie shushes Steve with a finger to his lips, then takes one of his hands and squeezes.
“Hey. For me, too,” he assures him. Then, quiet and hopeful, he asks, “Let me show you? I mean, actually do it right this time? After all…pretty sure I owe you a second orgasm. And a gentleman certainly doesn’t leave his guy hanging like that.”
“Yeah,” Steve’s eyes sparkle, full of quietly surprised wonder, as he nods. “Yeah, okay. I’d…I’d like that.”
With a smile, Eddie brushes his lips over those cute little moles of his, then gently guides him back down onto the mattress. His own clit pulses with aching need as Eddie tenderly parts Steve’s thighs, placing his head between them so he can pepper that pretty, pink part of him in soft kisses.
Then, dizzy with happiness, he pushes his tongue back inside Steve’s warm, wet pussy, and Steve lets out a sweet, contented mewl as Eddie begins to make love to him.
The next morning, Eddie wakes up loose-limbed and sated after an entire day spent in bed, he and Steve lovingly exploring every inch of each other’s new bodies. By the end of it, Eddie’s pussy was literally sore, something he didn’t even realize could happen.
In amongst their endless, sexy marathon, they’d also talked and cuddled, ate and speculated on what exactly they would do, if their magical girl transformation turned out to be permanent.
(“Robin’ll say it’s revenge, for all the years I spent being a lotha-lath-sleeping with all the women in Hawkins.”
“Well then what the hell did I do? After an entire lifetime spent as a nerdy loser, I’ve barely gotten lucky!”)
Between the banter, the conclusion they’d come to was this–they’d make it work, whatever happened. They had each other, the kids and the monster hunting gang, Wayne who Eddie was sure he could convince if he had to. And both of them were whole, and alive, and healthy, even if their bodies were pretty different.
After their time spent fighting the horrors, that was all that really mattered to them.
So Eddie comes to relaxed and cozy, wrapped tightly around his boyfriend.
…Then, he feels his half-hard cock stir, where it’s pressed up against the curve of Steve’s ass.
Eddie sits up abruptly.
“Sweetheart,” he shakes Steve’s shoulder, “Holy shit, sweetheart, wake up!”
“Whazzit?” Steve asks grumpily, snuggling his face into the pillow. Eddie’s eyes light on the strong line of his jaw, eagerly take in the way his big, strong hands fist into the blanket.
He’s beautiful and adorable all at once, even if Eddie can’t take the time right now to fully pause and appreciate it.
“The time for sleeping has ended, Stevie my love! Cuz we’re back, baby!”
Steve blinks blearily up at Eddie as he whips the blanket off of them, his doe eyes widening when he fully registers Eddie’s face.
“God, Eddie–you’re you again!” Up now, Steve throws his arms around him, locking him in his strong grip, like he’s afraid Eddie might vanish if he lets go.
His whole life, Eddie’s not sure anyone has ever seemed as happy to see him as Steve does in that moment.
“Sure am, Stevie, it’s all me!” Hugging Steve back just as fiercely, he gives his boyfriend an excited wiggle. “And you’re back to your handsome, heartthrob self.”
Tucking a strand of much shorter hair behind Steve’s ear, Eddie runs an affectionate hand down the side of his face, Steve leaning into his touch.
Then, he traces a path lower, sliding down to Steve’s chest. Eddie gropes his once more fuzzy tits, sighing happily when his fingers tangle in a thick patch of chest hair.
“Don't get me wrong, your rack yesterday was glorious. But these…” he gives Steve’s pecs a squeeze, “these are pretty damn perfect.”
Steve lets his face fall against Eddie’s neck, blowing an exasperated raspberry–but not before Eddie catches a glimpse of his pleased smile.
Not through with his little welcome home tour, Eddie glances down at his lap and grins at the sight of his own length bobbing up between his legs. “Missed you, buddy. It’s good to have you back in the band.”
Steve shakes his head against him. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“Aw, Stevie, there’s no way in hell you didn’t miss your lil guy, too.” Zeroing in on the frankly massive dick between Steve’s thighs, Eddie lets out a whistle. “Or, should I say, your big guy.”
Wrapping a hand around Steve’s considerable length, he gives it a quick stroke.
“And a very good morning to you, big boy.”
“Totally ridiculous,” Steve repeats. But Eddie can hear the laugh in his voice, even as his breath hitches slightly.
Then, Steve sits up fully, getting that familiar, determined glint in his eye, the one that means trouble. Delicious, magnificent trouble.
“You know…” his half-lidded, hot gaze drops down to Eddie’s cock, “I’ve never actually given a blow job before. But, word on the street is…I’m a pretty fast learner.”
The grin that splits his face is impish, boyish. And Eddie’s elated, when he leans in to kiss him, that that face is fully Steve’s own again, the same one he fell in love with.
“I love you, Steve Harrington,” he declares, easy, simple, completely honest at long last.
“Love you, too, Eddie Munson,” Steve answers back immediately, twinkling brown eyes bright with happiness.
And as Steve slides down the length of his body, head ducking between his thighs, Eddie thinks–two disastrous wishes later–that the Fun Fair just might be…the best thing that's ever happened to him.