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Something had to give.
They were living in their sweet little queer bubble, being all wholesome and unbearably gross.
So naturally something had to give.
And it started with discovering that the Party has no boundaries and an inability to knock.

Nancy and Robin were the first victims.
Ted and Karen had gone out to a work lunch and dragged Holly along with them as a buffer. And Mike had gone to the Hopper-Byer cabin with Will.
So, Nancy had the house to herself. And she had a girlfriend she was incredibly attracted too.
Obviously, that meant she invited Robin over.

And somehow that ended up with the two of them shirtless on Nancy’s bed, making out and being so completely absorbed in one another with Blondie playing in the background they didn’t hear the front door unlock.
And they didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
And they didn’t hear Nancy’s bedroom door opening.
What they did hear was Mike saying, “Nancy you wouldn’t believe- WHAT THE FUCK!”

Robin startled, jumped, and rolled off the bed in a heap.
Nancy went scarlet and grabbed a pillow to put in front of her chest (they were both wearing bras, but regardless her brother didn’t need to see it) and had flushed scarlet.

Now how they got to this point in time was relatively straightforward.
Robin had strolled through the door and joked, “Wow, a house all to ourselves what to do?”
Nancy hummed and closed the door, pressing Robin into the hardwood door and kissing her firmly. Robin melted and returned enthusiastically, until Nancy pulled back and grinned at her.
“We have time to kill want to watch a movie?”
“Steve has told me enough that I need to ask are we actually going to watch a movie or are we going to ‘watch a movie’.”
Nancy laughed and smiled at her fondly, “Why not both?”
“Both is good.”

They put on the Breakfast Club and Robin immediately pointed to Claire, “That’s you.”
“Well, if I’m Molly Ringwald, you’re Ally Sheedy.”
Robin shrugged, “I can deal with that.”
They quickly decided they weren’t loving the cliches of the movie.
“High school isn’t even like this,” Nancy scoffed.
“Your social status literally improved ten-fold when you dated Steve and you maintained it even after you guys broke up,” Robin said drily.
Nancy couldn’t really argue against that.

Nancy had been comfortably snuggled into Robin for the majority, but as they got closer to the end, she was getting a bit restless. She’d started idly placing with Robin’s hands and pressing soft kisses along her hands and against her palm. Robin had grown tense underneath her.
“Nance…”
“Mmm?”
“You are a tease.”
“Me?”
Robin scoffed and slipped off the couch to grab Nancy’s hand and drag her off the couch, beelining for the stairs.

They made it up the stairs without a hitch (and by that Nancy means Robin only almost faceplanted twice) and had quickly resolved to kissing and slowly making their way into Nancy’s room. They had gracelessly fallen onto the bed when Nancy had been backed into it and dissolved into giggles.
Once they regained their composure, they took their time.
Deep, slow kisses, Nancy’s hands firmly on Robin’s hips, and Robin’s holding Nancy’s face.
Gently toying with the hem of each other’s shirts before pausing their kissing to tug them off.
Staring at each other in awe, before Nancy resettled her hands on the bare skin of Robin’s hips and Robin started peppering kisses down her jaw and her neck.

Robin had been starting to travel further down when one Michael Wheeler forgot all decorum and walked in on them.
Which brought them to the screaming, Robin falling off the bed and Nancy clutching a pillow to her chest.
“What the fuck, Mike!” Nancy scrubbed a hand over her face.
“What the fuck, Mike? What the fuck you guys! It’s the middle of the day!”
“And everyone was out of the house! You weren’t meant to be back until 3 and Mum and Dad are going to be back by 4.30!”
He gestured to the clock by her bedside table, “It’s 3.20!”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” Robin echoed, peaking up over the bed from the floor.

Well, that was embarrassing.
“Now is there a reason that you interrupted us getting to third base or…?”
“Robin!” she sighed and looked over at him, “Was there though?”
“Well yeah, but…” he gestured vaguely to them, pointedly looking away from them and their state of undress.
“How about you leave the room and close the door so we can get our shirts back on and then you can tell us what you were going to tell us, okay?”
“Well, I was only planning on telling you-”
“Michael.”
“Leaving,” he raised his hands and closed the door behind himself.

Nancy fell back on the bed and Robin climbed back up and sat beside her.
“Well shit, that was embarrassing.”
“Better Mike than my parents.”
“I guess.”
Nancy got up and grabbed their shirts, passing one over to Robin and pulling her own back over her head, collapsing back onto the bed beside her.
“Pity,” Robin shook her head, staring mournfully at Nancy.
“You are insatiable,” she laughed, as Robin pulled her own shirt back on.
“And yet a perfect opportunity wasted.”
She squeezed her thigh and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “Next time we’ll ‘watch a movie’ first and ‘watch a movie, watch a movie’ after.”
“Sorry to clarify you mean sex first, movie after, right?”
“Yes.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Nancy figured she should probably let her twerp of a brother back in so he could get off his chest what he needed to.
“You can come in!”
He swung the door open, “Thank god, for a second I was worried you guys were going for round two.”
“Yes, we are two very horny girls who were going to go at it with my kid brother at the door,” he sat down on the other end of the bed eying them warily, “grow up. Now talk.”

In all fairness it was a story that she was glad she heard.
Mike relayed how while he’d been at the cabin, he’d gotten the full Hopper-grill – “As if I didn’t already gotten it with El!”- and had been firmly told he’d have to recommit to the 3inch door rule. Joyce had been lovely as always and had quietly told him she was glad he got his shit together (not in those words, but same gist), but that she had already proven the lengths she would go to protect her son, and that this was no different.
“You got the shovel talk from Joyce?” Robin asked.
In all fairness Robin hadn’t known Joyce during Will’s disappearance and hadn’t seen her general badassery, but as Nancy knew well, Joyce would kill for her kids.
“Yep, I think it might give me nightmares to be honest, she just had this look in her eyes you know?”
“Fair.”

“I’m guessing there was more to it than getting threatened by both of Will’s parents though?” Nancy gently nudged his crossed legs with her foot.
His face went all soft and mushy, his cheeks going pink, “We just had a really good time. Like we hung out with El for a bit, which was nice, but she ended up like just looking at Will and was like ‘Oh you want alone time, I will leave now’ which was just like wild. Like they practically have a psychic connection.”
Robin nodded seriously, “Yes the Wonder Twins.”
Both Mike and Nancy turned to her confused. “What?”
“Well like they have this weird connection to do with the Upside Down and if I didn’t know El beforehand, I would’ve assumed they were twins, hence: the Wonder Twins.”
“It has a ring to it,” Mike said.
“Sure does,” Robin replied with an easy grin.

“Anyways, he showed me some of his art- ya know the art Jonathan was talking about- and he was all shy and like open as like I flicked through it. And just holy shit. Like,” his eyes were so bright and Nancy warm seeing him like this, so free and just joyous, “the way he draws is one thing. Like it’s actually insane. But I didn’t get why he liked me for a while, but like the way he draws me…”
“It’s like seeing yourself through his eyes?” Nancy suggested.
“Yeah. And I don’t have a way to show him how much I love him like that you know? And I’m not good with my words or anything like that. And I was just in awe and like silent and he started stressing out and was like saying dumb stuff like ‘I know they’re not that good’, so I kind of just kissed him cos I didn’t know how else to like show it or say it and it was ahhh!”

Robin and Nancy shared a look, as Mike just stared at the bed, playing with a loose thread, flushed, and grinning softly to himself.
“You love him?” Robin asked gently.
He looked stunned for a moment, before relaxing and grinning dopily, “I think so yeah.”
“Oh, to be young and besotted,” Robin faked swooned into Nancy who laughed.
“Oh yeah? What are we then?”
“Practically elderly and besotted, duh.”
Mike wrinkled his nose at them but didn’t say anything (for once).

“Now speaking of being besotted,” she turned meaningfully to Mike, “we need to talk about fucking knocking.”
He groaned as she laid into him about respecting boundaries and how she would give him the same treatment when it came to him and Will and that she truly wanted to know nothing about his potential future sex life and that he was safe and would use protection and all that. Mike had flushed and was petulant about the whole thing, but readily agreed saying he ‘shouldn’t have to see all that anyway’.
Brat.

When they told Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan about the whole thing they had cracked up laughing and were being assholes about it.
“I’m so glad I’m an only child,” Steve wheezed.
“You literally have kids crawling all over you house at all times, I wouldn’t hold my fucking breath,” Nancy snapped.
“Oh babe, don’t get mad, it’s kind of funny.”
“See you guys don’t get it because you’re all only children. Jonathan back me up here.”
“It’s definitely embarrassing as fuck, but like kind of your bad.”
“My bad?” her voice was probably shrill, Robin squeezing her knee reassuringly, “How is it my bad that my brother has boundary issues?”
“I’m just saying he never walked in on us.”
“Because you had a car,” she snarled, “if he saw it parked out front, he knew better.”
“So, what I’m hearing is, if Buckley had a car this could’ve all been avoided,” Eddie said.
“You’re all insufferable.”

“I just think you need to take some ownership for the problem,” Eddie said.
“No, the problem is none of those kids have boundaries,” they all shared a look, and she dug her nails into her thigh, “just you wait, one of these days it’s going to bite you in the ass too!”
“Speaking of ass biting-”
“Don’t even, Theodore,” Robin chastised, “I don’t need to hear about how you’re defiling Steve.”
“I was actually going to talk about the giant chunk of scar tissue on my ass from when the demobats got me, but now you’ve brought it up-”
It dissolved into further chaos as Nancy simmered and looked at them scathingly. One of these days they were going to eat their words.

They shouldn’t have been surprised when not even three weeks later Mike and Will burst into their group gathering, flushed, and looking like they wanted the ground to swallow them whole.
Nancy had grinned wickedly and given them a smug look, “What did I tell you?”

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It had gone like this. Much like his sister, when Mike heard that everyone else in the Hopper-Byers cabin was out for the night. Hopper and Joyce were going on a dinner date, El was going to Max’s and Jonathan was going to the next town over to help Argyle with moving into his new flat there. Just like his sister had nearly a month ago, he thought he was golden.

Now as far as Mike was concerned, he had far less nefarious plans for him and Will than Nancy had for herself and Robin. Mike and Will had already discussed -like well-adjusted young adults- that they really weren’t ready to go beyond basic making out yet and were taking it slow.
But that didn’t make the opportunity any less sweet.
Because truly nothing was more of a romance killer than Hopper constantly ensuring they were abiding by the 3-inch rule. So, this was truly a golden opportunity.

Until it wasn’t.
Even though they had the house to themselves they still ended up in Will and El’s room, sitting side by side of Will’s bed talking about everything and nothing.
“Indiana Jones Harrison Ford is clearly better than Stars Wars Harrison Ford,” Will insisted.
“Blasphemy,” Mike shook his head, “Anyway Luke is way better than Han Solo.”
“He is not!”
“Han Solo is just some dickish jock who can’t even say ‘I love you’ while not only does Luke save the day, but he’s kind and like has this boyish charm.”
Mike worried when he saw the broad grin on Will’s face, “What?”
“Well, when you say it like that Han Solo sounds a lot like you- you know not the jock part, but the emotionally constipated part-”
“Hey!”
“And Luke sounds just a little bit like me. Like if I grew my hair out a bit, we’d be practically identical.”
Mike pouted at him and lightly shoved him, Will laughing and pressing a fond kiss to his cheek, making him flush scarlet.

And then they had gotten tired. So, they figured why not have a nap? They crawled under the covers and curled up together for a couple of hours. Mike slept soundly with his legs tangled up with Will’s, Will’s head nestled under his chin, breath fanning onto his neck and clavicle.
He’d woken up first and had just stared in awe at Will with his little moles and his long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks, his hair falling into his face. Mike thought Will might’ve been the prettiest boy he’d ever seen and now he was his boyfriend.
He smiled too himself and gently brushed some of Will’s hair at of his face.
Will’s eyes fluttered open barely a moment later and he sleepily grinned at Mike.

“Hi,” his rough was thick with sleep.
“Hi.”
“And you say you don’t have a staring problem.”
“You’re awake for a minute and you’re already sassing me!”
Will fake gasped, “I would never!”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Oh, you don’t believe me?”
“Can’t say I do.”
Will smiled cheekily and one second, he was beside Mike, the next he was sitting on top of him and started tickling him relentlessly.

Mike was crying in laughter, trying to bat Will away but he continued to persist, grinning all the while.
“Beg for mercy!”
“Mercy! Mercy,” the tears were rolling down his cheeks as he scrabbled at Will’s arms trying to get him to let go.
Will relented and just sat there smiling down at Mike, gently wiping the laugh tears away with his thumb. Mike just starred up at Will, taking in his sleep mussed hair and his bright, mirthful eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
Will flushed bright red but smiled bashfully. Normally full of words and witty retorts, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Mike’s lips, leaning back to stay there nose to nose.
“You are full of surprises Mike.”
“I try.”

The moment moved into kisses being peppered across cheeks and noses, and brows and lips.
Perfect moments were not destined to last forever though.
They were swept up in each other to the point -like Robin and Nancy before them- that they didn’t hear the sound of a car pulling up and they didn’t hear the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps and wheels approaching the room.

“Guess who got their licen- OH MY GOD!”
Lucas had been swirling his keys around his finger as he pulled the door open, El coming up behind him wheeling Max along. He’d quickly dropped his keys, averted his gaze, and covered El’s eyes.
Mike and Will just stared in shock at them.
“It’s really dark in here, what am I supposed to be traumatised looking at?” Max asked squinting in their general direction.
“We interrupted something we shouldn’t have, okay let’s slowly back out-”
“Wait,” Will started snickering, “Lucas what do you think is happening here?”
“I’m going to be honest I don’t know the logistics, but-”
“Lucas we are not having sex right now.”

Mike finally caught up and stared at Lucas flabbergasted, “We’re literally still wearing our shirts man? We were just making out.”
“Oh,” he dropped his hands from El’s eyes who was also looking at him confused, as he sheepishly rubbed his neck, “so you guys were literally just making out?”
“Yep, we’re even still wearing our jeans, see?” Will pulled the covers back, revealing that they were in fact both still fully clothed.
“You guys had a nap and kept your jeans on? What the fuck is wrong with you guys,” Max said, shaking her head, “I feel like that’s the bigger issue right now.”
“We were tired,” Mike argued.
“Sleepiness is no excuse for acting like heathens, shame on you. I expected better of you two, especially Will.”

Mike ran a hand over his face and sat up, as Will rolled off of him to sit beside him in the bed.
“So why are you guys here right now?”
“Oh! Lucas got his driver’s license!” El grinned brightly.
“Really? That’s great, man!” Mike smiled at Lucas who grinned shyly back.
“Thanks. Dustin has one of his weird phone dates with Susie right now, but we came to ask if you guys wanted to go out and grab a bite to eat. But since you guys are obviously busy right now-”
“We could grab a bite to eat right now, right Mike?”
“Yeah sure! Isn’t it like illegal though to drive with all of us in the car on your learners’ though?”
Lucas grinned, “I might have called Hopper first to see if he was alright with it, he said it was fine, but just for today.”
“Pros of having a cop for a stepdad I guess,” Will grinned and got up, dragging Mike along with him.

“Is he actually your stepdad now?” Mike asked as they followed the other three out the door, Will locking the cabin behind him.
He glanced over at the other three and leant in close to Mike, “You didn’t hear this from me, but Hopper asked us the other day if he had permission to propose to Mom.”
“Really? What did you guys say?”
“She literally went to Russia to save him; I think it would be a dick move for us to tell him he couldn’t marry her.”
“Fair.”

“Are you guys done gossiping?” Max yelled, as she accepted Lucas’ help in getting lifted into the passenger side of his Volvo, as El carefully dismantled her wheelchair and put it in the boot.
“Wow, because we’re gay we must be gossiping?” Will said with fake outrage, clutching his chest.
“If the shoe fits!”
Mike rolled his eyes as Will dragged him the car, the two of them hopping into the backseat with El.

“So will there be rotating shotgun privileges…?”
“Mike, I’m sorry but you are at the bottom of the shotgun hierarchy in this car.”
He stared at the back of Lucas’ head in shock as he smoothly turned the car around, taking them away from the cabin towards the main road. Both Will and El were snickering beside him.
“How am I at the bottom?”
“Well, it goes Max because she’s-”
“His main and only bitch.”
“Sure, El because she’s a riot, Will because while he has shotgun privileges with Jonathan, they don’t go out together that much cos Jonathan’s car smells like weed to the point of being a health hazard, Dustin because he already has shotgun privileges secondary to only Robin in Steve’s car and then you.”
“Where does Erica fall on this?”
“Below Max and that’s only because Erica said she would’ve fight Max for it until she healed enough for it to be a fair fight.”
Max shrugged, “She’s ethical like that.”

Mike just gaped, Will giving his knee a sympathetic squeeze.
“When I get my licence, I promise you’ll get shotgun privileges-”
“Thanks, Will-”
“After El of course.”
“Why does my ex-girlfriend get shotgun privileges over me?”
“Because not only is she my sister, Michael,” Will drawled, “but she is the only reason I didn’t become demogorgon food.”
“He’s making good points, Michael.”
“You can shut your fucking smug mouth, Maxine.”
She stuck her tongue out at him as he kicked at her seat and they started squabbling, Will and El shaking their heads at them.

It was maybe an hour later when they were all sitting on a curb eating ice cream, laughing as it dripped in the hot sun that Michael finally turned to his friends with a glare.
“You know what Nancy was right: none of you have any boundaries.”
“Rich coming from the person who actually walked in on Nancy and Robin,” Max shot a withering look in his direction.
“In my defence-”
“Mike,” El had really gotten good at the whole deadpan thing.
“Come on Mike just admit you should’ve known better,” Lucas said.
“You wouldn’t get it: you don’t have an older sibling.”
“As the brother of the guy your sister dated before Robin: I have never not knocked, Mike.”
He pouted, “As my boyfriend you’re meant to be on my side.”
“I’m on the side of truth,” Will shrugged.

“Now that being said,” Mike grinned as Will rounded on the others who wisely looked slightly scared.
And oh, how Mike loved when Will put people in their place (even though it was usually himself it meant he took even greater joy when others fell into his warpath).
“Since when did you goons think it was a smart idea- particularly when you guys knew that everyone was out of the house today because Hopper told you guys when you asked about driving us and that obviously Mike would be over, because we had the house to ourselves- that it was a smart idea to not knock.”
“Uh…” Lucas sheepishly rubbed his neck, as Max and El shared similarly nervous smiles, “we were excited to take you for a drive and tell you the good news?”
“Don’t try to be cute.”
“I’m always cute,” Lucas looked affronted.
“He is always cute,” Max begrudgingly confirmed, cheeks flushing.
“Regardless of how cute Lucas is or isn’t-”
“Why are you guys still stuck on this?!” Mike said.
“-It was dumb, and you guys owe us an apology.”
They muttered out a weak round of apologies.
“I can’t hear you?”
Mike’s face hurt from how much he was smiling at Will, who was still staring them down with a cocked eyebrow.
“We’re sorry,” they all said more clearly.
Will smiled and crossed his arms looking all to pleased with himself. Mike was overcome with the intense urge to kiss him.

Now Mike always wanted to kiss Will, so this wasn’t a new feeling by any means (even though accepting it was okay and getting to act on it was new). William Byers simply had a very kissable face. It was a fact. He had cute moles. He had freckles. It took the smallest thing for his eyes to shine and his smile to become beaming and all-consuming. Undeniably his kissability had increased as he’d rapidly grown over the last year and went from the sweet lanky nerd to a sweet broad nerd who Mike was sure could lift him (he had yet to test this theory). But despite all his physical attributes that made for truly the cutest boy to ever exist, he was just a ray of fucking sunshine. And Mike had always basked happily in that light.
But holy shit: mean, sassy Will was something else. And while Mike didn’t love being obliterated by his boyfriend’s quick wit, there was something about watching him inflict it upon someone else which made his cheeks flush.

“We still have an hour and a half,” Mike blurted.
“What?” Will turned to him, puzzled.
“Before anyone gets home,” he said meaningfully.
Will quickly caught onto his words, a slow cheeky grin dawning on his face. He whirled around to Lucas who just gave them a long-suffering look and sighed.
“I thought it was bad when you guys were pining, but this is way worse.”
“It’s either driving them back home quickly or them making out in the backseat of your car, Lucas,” Max pointed out.
“Which you would not like,” El added.
“Wow homophobic much Lucas?”
He rubbed his forehead, “Yes because the problem is that you’re both boys and not the fact that I don’t want my friends using my car as a make-out spot.”
“Clearly.”
“Okay yeah let’s drop off Sassy Will and Mike before this gets much worse.”
“Wow, because I’m-”
Mike beat them to the punch, “William.”
“Okay yeah that one did feel a bit tired.”
“Ya think?”

They shoved and teased each other the whole ride home, Lucas, Max, and El suffering through it the whole time.
They dropped the two of them off, Lucas saying something about dropping El back home in a few hours, Mike only hearing half of it because he was already giggling and dragging Will back into the cabin.

Where it seems, the young adults had congregated during their absence. They are stared at each other for a long moment before Nancy wrinkled her nose at his still mussed hair and goofy smile.
“Gross.”
“You’re gross.”
“You’re grosser.”
“You’re grossest.”
“You’re repugnant.”
Mike couldn’t think of a better synonym to win their verbal sparring, so he collapsed onto her bed beside him and just grinned, “You suck”
Eddie went to open his mouth with a wicked grin, Steve poking him in the side and making him yelp, “Don’t even.”
Eddie pouted but stayed silent (shocking truly).
She softened and lightly tugged on one of his curls, “Glad to hear it.”

Nancy was staring at them long and hard before she grinned. “What did I tell you?”
Robin looked at them too, confused for a moment, before she started to cackle, “Oh my god!”
The other three quickly caught on, breaking off into peels of shrill laughter that caused their chests to heave and their hands to clutch at their sides.
“It’s not that funny,” Mike spat.
Will rubbed his back and stopped his hand at the nape of Mike’s neck, fiddling with his curls, “It is kind of funny.”
“That’s easy for you to say!”
Will shrugged but pressed a kiss to his cheek when he didn’t stop pouting.

Robin turned to Steve and Eddie, “Guess it’s your turn next?”
“We,” Eddie gestured between himself and Steve, “are not that stupid.”
The rest of them all shared a pained look.

Poor Dustin didn’t even know what was coming.

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It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Steve and Eddie were the most tactile of the three new couples. They were both pathetically touch-starved with abandonment issues and simply would seek one another out in any space.
They almost always had some point of contact if they were in the same space. Either pinkies idly linked, thighs pressed side by side, even a finger loosely hooked into the other’s belt loop. And those were just the subtle ones.
It wasn’t uncommon to find them hanging off one another in more extravagant and outright nauseating ways.
Draped across the others lap, arm hooked around the other’s shoulder. Or sitting at the floor in front of the other when one of them was seated on the couch, hands playing with hair and tucking hair behind ears softly. Often pressed along the length of the other’s back, arms loosely hanging over shoulders.

Naturally everyone was happy for them, but fucking hell they were a lot.
Often gentle presses of lips to cheeks, palms, foreheads, shoulders. And truly they were sweet. But really it was a surprise no one caught them in a more compromising position sooner.
Truly it was a matter of when the other shoe would drop.
And drop it did.

Eddie and Steve had been having a lazy morning. It was one of the few times they both had nowhere to be: no shifts to scurry off to as the other made grabby hands to get the other to stay so they could leech off the other’s warmth (usually Eddie, but occasionally Steve), no kids demanding to be carted around town, no errands to run.
They had already spent a leisurely hour in bed filled with a variety of… activities and had finally made their way downstairs to start making breakfast.
It shouldn’t have been surprising that that was also quickly derailed by Eddie’s ulterior motives.

Steve sighed as Eddie started peppering kisses along his neck, arms wrapping around his middle and lightly teasing the elastic of Steve’s boxer briefs.
“Eddie.”
“Mmm?”
“I’m hungry.”
“And so am I,” he lightly nipped at a mole on Steve’s shoulder.
“You are the biggest horn dog I’ve ever met,” Steve tried to hide his smile with little success.
“You weren’t complaining earlier…”
“I wasn’t starving earlier.”

Steve felt the smile that was pressed against his shoulder blade, as hands continued to wander.
“And you can’t be convinced…?”
He fake pondered, umming and ahhing, taking his sweet time and feeling Eddie getting restless and starting to dig his nails into his bare skin.
“I could be persuaded…”
“Oh really?”
He grinned as he was bodily spun around and pressed into the kitchen counter, quickly bringing his hands up to cradle Eddie’s jaw as their mouths collided.

He wanted to get impossibly closer to him, one hand coming down to grip on Eddie’s butt and haul him closer.
Eddie didn’t let him revel in the contact for long, starting to mouth along his jaw, down his neck and travelling down south.

Now it’s important to note that had Dustin barged in even five seconds later he would’ve seen far more of Steve than he’d ever have liked to.
Thankfully he did not.
He barged in just as Eddie was hooking his fingers into the elastic of Steve’s briefs and was grinning up at him with an impish grin and -as expected when you see your two fatherly/brotherly figures half naked and about to engage in a sexual act- Dustin simply screamed and covered his eyes.

Steve -in shock- fell to the ground, face burning, as Eddie started laughing.
“We eat in here, Steve!” Dustin wailed, ears red and hands still covering his eyes.
Eddie went to say something, and Steve quickly covered his mouth, “Whatever you were about to say: don’t.”
Eddie rolled his eyes at him and licked his hand, Steve removing it and wiping it on Eddie’s shoulder.
“What the hell made you think you could just waltz in here without knocking, Henderson?”
Dustin finally pried his hands from his eyes and looked slightly shameful, “I just wanted to see if you were free to hang out!”
Eddie and Steve shared a look. They couldn’t really be all that mad at him… that being said it was truly the last straw.
“I’ll go walkie the others to come over,” Eddie offered.
“Thanks, Eds,” he pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as Eddie got up and wandered to the living room where Steve had left his walkie.
“Why is he calling everyone over?”
“Because Dustin,” Steve ran a hand through his hair, “enough is enough and we need to have an intervention.”

It took about an hour all up for everyone to get there, but by the time everyone was piled onto the couches, Steve was stewing.
“It has come to our attention that you lot are a bunch of nosey, disrespectful shits.”
The perpetrators all looked sheepish as the victims glared at them knowingly.
Nancy turned to them curiously, a slow smile coming to her face, “What was that about taking ownership of the problem?”
Eddie raised his hands, “I’m a changed man, Wheeler, what can I say.”
“Mmm hmm.”
He stuck his tongue out at her and she stuck hers out back, Steve sighing at their antics.

“I think it’s time to lay out ground rules, because while no one has seen anything too bad yet-”
“Easy for you to say,” Dustin muttered.
“- If you lot don’t gain some manners and basic courtesy, you’re going to see something you can’t unsee. Which none of us want, agreed?”
Everyone nodded their agreement, most of them pointedly not meeting his gaze.
“So, ground rules: fucking knock.”
“You guys were in the kitchen-”
“Not only is there a front door to knock on, but you saw Eddie’s van in the driveway,” Steve said pointedly, “continuing onwards-”
“If you want to come over walkie first,” Eddie said.
“What happened to live life on the edge?” Max said.
“It’s against my personal moral code to have children see me have sex with my incredibly hot boyfriend, so forgive me for becoming a bit more conservative.”
Half the kids fake gagged while the other half rolled their eyes.

“If you guys are making rules, then we get to make rules too,” Lucas pointed out.
Will cocked a brow at him, “And pray tell what rules do you guys need considering you’re the reason for this conversation?”
“No talking about sex lives around us: we don’t need to know.”
There was a murmur of agreements.
“No one here is talking about their sex lives with you dweebs,” Robin rolled her eyes.
“On the contrary Eddie makes a lot of sex jokes and you literally were talking about third base-”
“After you walked in on me and Nance.”
Mike decidedly shut his mouth.
Eddie sighed dramatically, “It’s truly a shame, ``but what must be done, must be done.”

“Any other demands?” Nancy drawled.
“We should get compensation considering the trauma we’ve endured.”
Eddie promptly cuffed Dustin upside the head, who yelped and glared at him. “You’ll be lucky if we ever cart your nosey ass around again, Henderson.”
He looked a bit sheepish, but the other’s just shook their heads at their antics.

“Now that we’re already here…” Robin grinned, Steve tensing already, “why don’t we have a movie day?”
Steve winced and rubbed his head, already trying to figure out how he was going to say no to them as they all started grinning and talking over each other. Thankfully he didn’t have to.
“Absolutely not.”
He turned to Eddie, as did all the others stunned.
“What?” Dustin asked.
“Doesn’t really seem fair that you guys get to crash Steve and I’s me time, particularly when the reason you guys are all here is because you’re a bunch of nosey little shits, so no we are not having a movie day.”
The perpetrators looked down at the ground and Steve felt kind of bad. “We can have a movie night though.”
At their eagerness he quickly clarified, “But I don’t want to see a single one of you until 5 at the very earliest, capeesh?”
It wasn’t really like they had room to argue.

It also wasn’t like Eddie gave them the time to either. One moment Steve was standing with his arms still crossed. The next he was chucked over Eddie’s shoulder. If it wasn’t incredibly hot, Steve might have been a little annoyed. But it was very, very hot.
“As I’ve been banned from saying anything even mildly explicit, you guys have less than 5 minutes to vacate the property,” Eddie called over his shoulder as he started making his way upstairs.
Steve laughed as he heard them all cursing and scrabbling to get out of the house.

By the time he was chucked unceremoniously onto his bed like a sack of potatoes (which sounds unattractive, but Steve was breathless from more than just the wind being knocked out of his body in the descent), he heard the front door slam loudly.
“Since when did you get so strong, huh?”
Eddie grinned and climbed on top of him, “You forget I’m a mechanic, Stevie. I lift heavy things all day.”
“Oh, and I’m just another heavy thing?”
“Yep, but you’re my heavy thing.”
Steve scrunched his nose and Eddie winced as well.
“Okay that came out less cute than intended.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Think I can recover?”
Steve ummed and ahhed, “Maybe, you are pretty cute.”
Eddie grinned down at him, and Steve reached up to tuck a curl behind his ear. They stared at one another soft and fond for a long moment.
Strangely enough that moment dissolved into something far less innocent.

When the rest of the Party came back later that evening, they all gave Steve and Eddie appalled looks, not even wanting to think about the atrocities that occurred in the house in their absence.
“Someone looks like the cat that got the cream,” Nancy teased as they all settled into the living room, Eddie already draped across Steve’s lap in their armchair.
Before Eddie could say anything lewd, Steve pinched him. “No sex jokes remember.”
“All my best jokes are sex jokes,” he bemoaned.
“I’m sure you’ll find some new material,” Max said drily.
Eddie stuck his tongue out childishly.
“You could always start writing sonnets about Steve and reciting them to us,” Steve knew that mirthful grin that was on Nancy’s face all too well and felt dread pool in his stomach.
Eddie took that as his cue to jump onto the coffee table in Steve’s living room. He sighed and held his head in his hands.
“Shall I compare thee, to a summer’s day,” he started reciting, Steve unsurprised to see him holding one hand to his chest delicately as everyone groaned and slumped in their seats.
“Thou art more sexy and more courageous-”
“Oh, yay he’s going off book,” Mike droned.
“And young Wheeler is very annoying
Oh, how I would like Steve to screw me now-”
Robin clapped her hands sharply, “Alrighty I think we need to amend the rules because this is worse.”
“Way worse,” Lucas agreed.

Eddie grinned and stepped down to sit on the table, “I thought you’d say that.”
“I think a fair compromise is a maximum of two sex jokes a day,” Will offered.
“Five.”
“Two,” Will said.
“Four.”
“Fine three.”
“Deal.”
Eddie grinned smugly at Steve who just shook his head at his antics. Naturally that was taken as an offer for him to dramatically drop himself back into Steve’s lap, knocking half the air from his lungs to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“Do you have to be so gross?” Dustin grimaced.
“Yes, he’s my sweetums,” Eddie nuzzled his cheek against Steve’s, eliciting a laugh from him as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
“You two are the actual worst,” Mike said.
“I don’t know I think they’re cute in their own gross, overbearing way,” Will grinned as they all laughed.
“Like you can talk-” Eddie rebutted.

From there it dissolved into everyone arguing over who were the grossest couple (it was for sure Steve and Eddie and they both knew it but thought the arguing would have a high entertainment value -it did-) and eventually put on a movie.

Despite the lot of them being little shits (yes including Will the cheeky shit), Steve dozed off with the heavy weight of Eddie in his lap with a fond smile on his face.
Sure, they were little shits, but they were his little shits, and he wouldn’t change it for a thing.