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It was 11:00pm on a Friday night and Eddie Munson was sporting a massive headache as he read from the D&D bible. He was planning the next campaign down to the very last detail, determined to make it special for Dustin since he was getting older now, and had a girlfriend who he was starting to get busy with, (Eddie felt like a proud parent. )

Still, he wanted to be relevant in the boys life, and he knew that Steve did too. Speaking of Steve, the oh so familiar photo of him wearing his uniform outfit from when he worked at Scoops Ahoy (with hat included) popped up on his phone screen as it rang. Munson never let Steve live it down, Harrington both hated him and loved him for it.

“God, guys in uniforms are so hot!” Eddie had lamented at the time, hanging over the couch like an outstretched cat. He smirked to himself at the fond memory, picking up his phone.

“Hey there, big boy,” he teased. There was silence and shuffling on the line, before something crashed in the background, causing Eddie to jump slightly.

“Stevie, you doing alright?” Eddie asked with a raised brow. He could hear some quiet murmuring and a soft whine of what sounded like pain.

Okay, time to be officially worried. “Steve, you there, sweetheart?”

A small groan filled the silence, before a familiar raspy voice muttered, “Fell in Tina’s freakin basement. What the hell, Steve? Who keeps their basement unlocked during a party?”

That’s right, the stupid house party that Steve went to while Eddie skipped. He actually received an invitation this time, for once in his life (no doubt because of Steve). But, partying like that wasn’t really his scene, so he declined. Steve was dejected, and Eddie hoped he’d understand eventually.

Eddie immediately recognize the familiar whine and slur of Steve’s voice. His boyfriend was fucking drunk out of his mind.

 “Steve, you there?” He asked once more, trying not to sound as worried as he really was, picking at his nails, idly.

“Got stupid blood on my pants,” Steve murmured, no doubt to himself, but Eddie had definitely heard.

“Steve, are you bleeding? Seriously man… what the hell? Fuck, I’m coming over to pick you up.”

Steve whined into the phone pitifully, “I’m fine. I can drive to my own house without you, Munson.” Eddie tried to push down the feeling of hurt at Steve’s blunt dismissal, he clearly wasn’t thinking straight and Eddie couldn’t fault him for that. If he wasn’t smoking, he himself was known to grab a bottle of cheap beer from time to time.

Eddie tutted, phone pressed to his ear as he struggled to slide on his skinny black jeans with holes everywhere. “No, you’re not fine. And you’re definitely not driving. You’re drunk and I’m revoking your driving privileges. Stay put, I’m on my way.”

There was silence on the line as Steve sighed softly, muttering weakly under his breath, “‘kay, Ed’s. I’ll be good.”

Eddie smiled to himself, saying as he grabbed his keys, “You’re always such a good sweet boy for me, Stevie. Just hang on a little longer.” Steve practically purred through the phone. Eddie secretly thought it was endearing, trying to ignore the way his pants tightened some in response involuntarily.

Without hesitation, he flung himself into the driver’s seat of his beat-to-shit car and drove out of the trailer park and into the suburbs. He could hear the music pounding and thrumming before he could see the flashing lights from all the way down the street. It was a wonder no neighbors had called the cops yet.

As he pulled up, he saw some random guy bolt out of the house and down the steps, where he proceeded to puke his guts out into a nearby bush.

That poor, poor shrubbery, Eddie thought with a frown pulling at his lips. He hated parties and he mostly definitely hated jocks. Steve was the only exception. He always was, with his face that was too damn cute for his own good.

Eddie sighed, climbing the stairs two at a time, before twisting open the door, hands trembling around the doorknob.

Yep, just as he feared. The house was practically vibrating, packed full of people in various states of undress, lit too dark and music throbbing like a heartbeat. Eddie tried to calm down his pounding heart, shoving down the swell of social anxiety in his chest. He had to find Steve and get them both the hell out of here.

Eddie’s eyes lit up as his saving grace seemed to sparkle in the night. Chrissy Cunningham. Someone he actually knew, thank the lord or the devil. He pushed his way through the sea of people, accidentally elbowing a few people in the gut, but no one seemed to care past a withering glare.

“Chrissy! Hey, Chrissy!” He called, and Chrissy whipped around, blonde ponytail bouncing like a separate entity. She had glitter eyeshadow on and the pastel lipstick Eddie gave to her at a Secret Santa gift exchange party, a few months ago. It was Nancy’s idea.

She strutted across the room and the sea of people parted for her, because of course they did. Chrissy smiled brightly, wrapping Eddie in a quick, warm hug that smelled of strawberries and vanilla, before pulling back and raising a brow.

“Thought this type of thing wasn’t your scene, Munson!” She said over the music.

Eddie took a deep breath, saying probably louder than he needed to, “I’m looking for Steve, actually. Came to take him home.”

Immediately, a small frown fell upon Chrissy’s face. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened?” He asked, teeth gritted.

Chrissy sighed, chewing the inside of her cheek. “New kid in town ripped him to shreds tonight in front of everyone at the party. Took his title and his pride, and shoved the poor boy around a bit.”

Eddie’s face darkened. He knew. He fucking knew who it was. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins very own residential asshole.

And of course he targeted Steve. Knew he fucking wouldn’t fight back because Steve’s too nice of a guy.

But this time? This time he fucking laid hands on him.

Eddie was livid, clenched fists tightening. “Did you see where Steve went, Chrissy?”

She giggled a little drunkenly, pointing towards the door to the basement. Eddie gave her a quick salute, before sliding past more people.

Once he opened and shut the basement door, the music lulled to a dull throbbing at the base of his skull. “Stevie?” He called, sidestepping a bunch of random boxes packed away on the ground. His ears perked up at the sound of a soft groan. He followed the noise, only to see Steve looking dazed and lost on the ground, legs stuck out at what must be a painful angle, but he must’ve been too out of it to notice.

Eddie crouched down and combed long, skilled fingers through Steve’s hair. He frowned when one of his rings got caught in a knot.

Steve’s hair was never knotted or messy, always perfect and in place. He was Steve “The Hair” Harrington. Warning bells were already sounding off through Eddie’s mind.

Something was definitely wrong.

Steve sighed, relaxing into the familiar touch. “Only want you to touch me like this, Eds. Nobody else. Especially not stupid assholes like Billy Hargrove.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened some at the waved off comment, fingers unintentionally clenching around Steve’s hair. Steve moaned wantonly, clearly more affected by the drinks than he realized.

“Let’s get you out of here and back home, safe.”

Steve whined in protest weakly pushing against Eddie. “Nooo, don’t wanna go back to an empty house. It’s hollow.”

And Eddie’s heart seized at the way Steve was so starved of touch and affection and attention, head buried into Eddie’s signature denim vest.

A small smile did pull at his lips when Steve audibly inhaled the familiar scent of Edward Munson. Weed, tobacco, black coffee and firewood. It was intoxicating to Steve and he wasn’t quite sure why, but he fucking adored it. Steve, himself, always smelled of fresh lemon, lavender and hand sanitizer, because he was a clean freak after everything awful he touched from the Upside Down.

“Let’s get you out of here, big boy,” Eddie murmured softly, offering a hand out. Steve took it gladly, eyes lingering at the numerous rings decorating Eddie’s fingers. Eddie chuckled, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulder casually to stop him from swaying on his feet. Together, they slowly and very carefully made their way up the basement steps through some small miracle. Eddie made a beeline for the front door, making a mental note to text Chrissy thanks later.

Suddenly, a shoulder shoved harshly against him, causing Eddie to lose his grip on Steve’s shoulder. He whined with the effort to stand on his own.

“Watch it asshole!” Eddie huffed, gathering a squirming Harrington back up into his arms.

The tall figure slowly and smoothly turned around on his heels, revealing none other than Billy Hargrove himself. Eddie immediately noticed how Steve turned rigid, frozen in his arms.

Billy chuckled between the cigarette between his teeth, eyes staring Steve up and down in a predatory manner. Eddie quickly pulled Steve behind him, shielding him away from Hargrove’s gaze, protectively.

Billy only smirked, saying in a lofty voice, loud enough for anybody nearby to hear, “Well look who it is! Eddie “The Freak” Munson coming to his boy toy’s rescue. My how King Steve has fallen. Better call him princess Steve now. Not looking so hot, are you, princess?”

Steve whined pitifully, burying his head into Eddie’s neck, too drunk and tired to properly defend himself.

Eddie growled, spotting Chrissy in the crowd. He carefully passed Steve off to her, a regretful look falling upon his face as Steve whined at the lack of contact. Chrissy raised an eyebrow as Eddie quickly mouthed a “sorry” before turning around, rolling his sleeves up.

“Wanna say that again, Hargrove? After all, you said so yourself, I’m a freak. And this freak just so happens to know how to throw a mean right hook.”

Billy smirked around his cigarette, eyes glinting dangerously. “It’s fucking amusing how you defend that loser like a rabid dog, all for a piece of that ass. Fairy ass freak.”

Everything Eddie could see was painted red, and he swung. He landed a solid punch square in the cheek and Billy spluttered, stumbling back slightly.

His eyes shined as he spat out, alongside the blood, “You’re dead, Munson!” And then, he lunged.

Eddie swerved out of the way as Billy barreled towards him, light on his feet. Billy snarled as he slammed into the nearby table full of refreshments, causing it to crash down with him.

Eddie ignored the way Hargrove cursed him out, shaking out his bloody and scraped hand, muttering to himself, “Had enough of this shit…”

Then, he walked over to Billy, kneeling down to whisper, “Stay down this once, Billy boy. For your own good.”

Then he stood up to his full height and turned towards Chrissy, holding a wide-eyed Steve. He gathered the shell shocked boy in his arms, offering an apologetic smile, before guiding them both towards the front door, the crowd of people parting before them. Eddie let out a sharp laugh, slamming the door shut behind him purposefully loud.

He didn’t bother guiding Steve down the steps, instead choosing to simply scoop his boyfriend up in his arms, causing Steve to let out a startled yelp, clinging to his denim jacket. Eddie absentmindedly hushed him, focused on finding his car in the dark. When he successfully got Steve into the backseat of the car with minimal struggling, he hopped into the front seat, turning on the ignition. As the car groaned to life, Steve sat himself upright.

“Am I losing it, or did you just pick a fight with Billy fucking Hargrove?”

Eddie flushed under his collar at the blunt way Steve spoke with no filter when drunk.

“Wouldn’t consider that a fight, with just one punch.”

Steve’s eyes widened comically and he snorted, rasping out between giggles, “You-you started it! Why’d you do that with your fun track record, Eds?”

Eddie tried hard not to crack a grin at Steve’s painfully slurred voice.

“Itching for a fight, I suppose?” It sounded more like a question than a statement and Steve just laughed, running a hand through his hair and frowning when it got tangled.

“He fucked up my hair,” Steve grumbled under his breath.

Eddie’s bloody knuckles whitened underneath his death grip on the steering wheel. The rest of the ride was silent, except for Steve’s absent-minded humming to a fucking Abba song.

When Eddie pulled into the familiar trailer park, Steve perked up, finger tapping against the window melodically. When they finally pulled to a stop, Eddie got out of the car and opened the backseat passenger door like the true gentleman he was.

Steve smiled, all pearly teeth as he made grabby hands. Eddie rolled his eyes softly, secretly not bothered by how Steve clung to him, arms wrapped around his slim waist as he guided him through the front door.

Eddie carefully dropped him onto the couch and Steve immediately scrambled to stand, only for Eddie to lightly shove him back down by the shoulder, eyebrow raised in question as he said, “Woah, there. Where you think you’re going, Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened in bewilderment, “Wayne,” he said pointedly, gaze locked upon the door to Eddie’s uncle’s room.

“Works late nights, baby. Remember?” Steve groaned, clearly not remembering.

Eddie shrugged off his vest, heading towards the hall. Steve whined in protest. “Where ya going Eds?” Eddie chuckled to himself, raiding through the bathroom for the first aid kit they kept on deck. He came back out, a triumphant smile on his face as he held out the kit for Steve to see.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in on the blood dripping from Eddie’s knuckles onto the shag carpet. Before Eddie could protest, Steve tore the kit from his hands, flipping it open as he began to dig around.

“What the hell are you doing, Stevie boy?”

Steve didn’t even fucking acknowledge him, eyes laser focused as he pulled out rubbing alcohol, gauze and bandages. Wordlessly, he yanked Eddie’s hand into his lap, dragging Eddie himself down with it. Surprised, Eddie watched in a daze as Steve methodically began his work. Eddie totally didn’t groan when the burning alcohol collided with his skin. He watched carefully as Steve bandaged him up.

“Get a lot of practice, Stevie?” He asked rhetorically.

Steve chewed on his dry and cracked lip, replying slowly, “Learned to when I was really little. Mom and dad weren’t there to kiss my bumps and scrapes.”

The joke didn’t land right and Steve chuckled dryly, apparently finding it fucking hilarious in his mind. Eddie exhaled slowly, trying to cool the burning embers of his heart. Flames licked at the corners of his vision as he finally took a second to look Steve up and down in the light  for the first time.

He was wearing a light blue polo with khakis, but everything was wrong. His collar was seemingly yanked down, revealing what was unmistakably a fresh hickey on the hollow of his throat. Right where his khakis met his thighs, mottled bruises in the shape of handprints were already forming.

Huge fucking handprints.

Eddie’s hands shook uncontrollably, and his voice threatened to crack as he spoke. “What the fuck happened tonight, Steve? Why do you have so many fucking bruises, baby?” He was trying and failing miserably at pretending to be calm.

When Steve only looked down at his hands, Eddie knelt down in front of him, cupping a wet cheek between his fingers. “You can tell me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his own eyes tearing up and threatening to spill over.

Steve’s face sagged as his confident exterior crumbled into something soft and far more vulnerable. “I really didn’t want to, Eddie! I swear! On-On Dustin’s mother!” Steve cried out, burying his face deeper into Eddie’s palm.

Eddie hushed him softly, stroking chestnut hair with his free hand as he whispered, “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I know you didn’t. You did nothing wrong. But you gotta tell me what happened tonight, baby. Please? I need to know.”

Steve sniffled, before pulling back to finally meet Eddie’s gaze. “Didn’t want to,” he insisted again sluggishly, before continuing.

“Got there late to the party. Someone handed me a drink. Only had one and felt funny and fuzzy. Hah, that rhymes. Anyways, I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and when I came out, Billy was there. Had me pinned against the bathroom door. He tried to-but I didn’t wanna. So I think I kicked him and ran. Ran to the basement? Don’t know why. I think I fucking fell,” Steve giggled.

Eddie stared at the boy wide-eyed. His heart rate picked up as his hands shook. “Shit, Stevie. I think Billy roofied you.”

Steve just groaned, tossing his head back against the wall with a thud. He winced, pouting. “That was mean, dontcha think, Eds? Just because I said no?”

A pit formed in Eddie’s stomach, and he fought back the urge to throw up. Hold it together Eddie, Damnit!

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, brown eyes sweltering with unshed tears clinging to dark lashes. “When d’ya think I fell to the bottom of the totem pole in high school?”

Before Eddie could open his mouth to protest, Steve continued rambling with a wave of his hand. “Used to have everything. Perfect life. Perfect girlfriend. Perfect friends. I was King Steve. Hawkins heartthrob. Now am just a babysitting loser who works atta family video store.”

Eddie’s eyes widened and he had to swallow down his words like broken glass, instead replying, “Steve, you’re just really high right now. You should be feeling better by the morning, except for a killer headache. Just need to sleep it off, that’s all sweetheart.”

When he moved to stand, Steve’s hand snaked out to wrap around Eddie’s wrist, holding it stubbornly.

“Steve?” Eddie questioned, a concerned look in his eye. Steve clumsily stood up, standing a few inches shorter because of the infuriating height difference between them.

“Damn your skinny long legs,” Steve huffed, before yanking Eddie down by the collar of his shirt to press a bruising kiss against his lips, fiercely and passionately.

Eddie gasped into his mouth, hands finding purchase on Steve’s shoulders, until he had the common sense to gently push him back. Steve whined pitifully, hands pawing at Eddie’s shirt, helplessly.

Eddie flushed a bright red, murmuring softly, “What are you doing there, Stevie, huh?”

A blush crawled up Steve’s tan skin and he faltered under his boyfriend’s piercing gaze with coal black eyes.

“Wanna make you feel good, Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly. “I’m fine, Stevie. You’re the one I’m worried about. Got rohypnol in you, big boy. Need to settle down and get some sleep.”

Steve leaned forward and whispered hotly against the shell of Eddie’s ear, “Wanna sleep with you, Eds. Only you. Promise I didn’t want Billy. Only you and your fucking hot hands with your cool metal rings. Wanted to be good for you.”

Eddie had to bite his tongue to stop from gasping audibly. He swallowed dry, forcing out, “You are my good boy, Stevie. So fucking good to me, sweetheart. But you gotta rest, baby. For me, okay?”

Tears slipped down Steve’s cheeks and his chin wobbled. Eddie grasped it carefully and gently guided him to meet his eyes.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

Steve’s breath hitched as he choked back a sob. “You don’t want me anymore? B-Because of Billy? I told you I didn’t want to kiss him. He made me and-and I hated it! I swear it Eds!”

Eddie sighed, bringing Steve in close as silent sobs wracked his body.

“That’s not it at all baby. You know I think you’re smoking hot. And I’m not mad at you, Stevie, I promise. We just need to wait, okay?”

“Why?” Steve whined sadly into his neck.

Eddie suck in a sharp breath, gently grasping Steve’s chin to get him to focus for a second.

“You’re too high to give consent, baby. You got too many drugs flowing through your system. We gotta wait it out, sweetheart. Get you to sleep it off.”

“You don’t want me,” Steve repeated stubbornly, arms crossed as he pouted. Given any other situation, Eddie would have laughed at his boyfriend’s little temper tantrum. Now wasn’t the right time, though.

Eddie leaned in close, tucking a stray hand of Steve’s hair behind his ear, as he whispered, “How ‘bout this, baby? I promise to rock your fucking world in the morning when you wake up. I’ll take such good care of you, baby. My sweet boy. So perfect and willing to please me.”

Steve whined, swaying on his feet as he melted into Eddie’s warm and protective embrace.

“You promise?” He asked weakly, tilting his head up. Eddie planted a firm kiss against Steve’s forehead, whispering into feverishly hot skin, “Promise baby boy. You know I’m good for it.”

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Steve woke up abruptly with the sun shining directly in his face because Eddie Munson’s shitty trailer had shitty blinds. He found himself on the familiar dirty mattress and groaned, tossing his head back against a deflated pillow as he tried to calm the mind-numbing pulse in his brain.

“Worst fucking hangover ever,” He grumbled, blinking open bleary eyes. Suddenly, his stomach cramped up and felt as though it was eating itself and Steve had never run so fast to a bathroom in his life.

He hated Eddie’s bathroom. Could his boyfriend organize at least once? Apparently not, but Steve couldn’t really dwell on it. He was kneeled on the ground, currently puking his guts up as his knuckles paled where they clenched. His body shaked and spasmed, vision blurring.

He couldn’t hear anything, but he sighed heavily in relief as a warm hand snaked around his neck to hold his hair back, and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. It made him want to die a little less.

“Shh, baby. Get it all out. No shame in it. I’ve got you,” a familiar, soothing voice rumbled.

When Steve had finally finished emptying his stomach, he groaned, cheeks flushed and flopped back helplessly into Eddie’s lap. He could feel his firm chest through the thin material of the baseball t-shirt and Steve sighed into the familiar feeling.

Steve stayed still for a moment, trying to reorient himself, before his face soured. “Get me off your fucking bathroom floor, Munson,” he grumbled, pushing himself up weakly.

Eddie snorted, standing up and offering out a hand. Steve took it belligerently. 

“Someone’s grumpy. Sounds like you had a rough night, baby.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, mouth frowning as he said, “I can’t remember what the hell happened last night. And why I feel like shit. Was I really that fucking drunk last night? Thought I could handle my alcohol better.”

A bitter smile formed against Eddie’s lips. “Not drunk, just drugged,” he deadpanned.

Steve blinked slowly and owlishly. “I… what?” He stammered.

Eddie’s shoulders sagged and he crossed his arms over his chest in a self-soothing gesture. “Look, we don’t have to talk about it right now. You just woke up.”

Steve jutted out his chin pointedly, standing to his full height as he said, “No, no. Don’t do that to me Munson. I need to know and I need you to be honest with me about last night.”

Eddie ran a shaking hand through his messy black curls. He sucked in a sharp breath, saying hesitatingly, “You went to Tina’s stupid party last night. Don’t know why you like to hang out with those assholes anyway… But Billy Hargrove was there. And he… roofied you. You-you weren’t drunk.”

Steve’s doe brown eyes widened slightly, before narrowing with recognition. “Can’t believe that asshole. Almost like he’s never heard the word no in his life. No wonder I feel so bent out of shape.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened, fists clenching as he took in shallow, labored breaths, “I know that he touched you… but he didn’t… Did that fucker do something to you? Anything you can remember?”

They both knew what Eddie was implying and they both paled. Neither of them could even consider it, for the sake of their sanity.

Steve shook his head no fervently, saying, “No! No. Nothing like… that. He didn’t… go that far. Billy might be an asshole but he wouldn’t-“

Eddie snarled, gripping Steve firmly by the shoulders as he cut him off. “But he did! Don’t even try to defend that asshole. Look at the fucking bruises on your neck and thighs!”

Steve swallowed shallow, eyes turning downcast as he examined his body. It looked awful, and they both knew it. There was no point hiding it.

There was a tense moment of silence, before Eddie exhaled shakily, saying with glowered eyes, “He hurt you, Stevie. He could’ve done… worse.”

Tears welled in Steve’s eyes as he spoke, “You think I don’t know that? I-I swear I tried to get away… but I couldn’t. He was just too fucking strong…. I was fucking terrified.”

Eddie’s voice threatened to crack as he said, “I was scared too, baby. Scared for you. You looked so pale and out of it.”

Steve was silent for a minute before looking up beneath dark eyelashes. “How’d you know to come for me, Eds?”

A dry smile fell upon Eddie’s cracked lips. “You called, sweetheart. I should’ve gone with you to the stupid party in the first place. My fucking pride got in the way…. and look what happened.”

Steve sighed, running a hand up and down Eddie’s shoulder, whispering, “You can’t blame yourself, Eds. You didn’t know that would happen. I didn’t either. And-And I’m okay. Really.”

Eddie frowned even deeper, gripping Steve gently by the chin, forcing him to remain eye contact as he spoke, “Aren’t you tired, Stevie? Aren’t you sick of pretending you’re fine all the time, when you’re actually really hurting, baby? You don’t have to hide from me, sweetheart.”

Steve was frozen for a long moment, until Eddie could practically see his walls come crashing down, eyes welling with tears. Silent sobs wracked Steve’s body and his shoulders shook with the effort to choke back the ugly noises climbing up his throat.

Eddie pulled him forward, into a tight, warm embrace. The security of it all made Steve feel like he was fucking floating.

What was that called again? Eddie had mentioned it at some point, when they first started dating.

Steve blinked slowly as he inhaled the familiar scent of his boyfriend, body slowly loosening from its rigid grip.

“I feel weird,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s chest.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, concerned. “Weird how, sweetheart?”

Steve sighed, tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips. “Don’t know how to explain it, Eds. I feel… floaty? I guess.”

Eddie’s eyes immediately widened in understanding. “You’re dropping, baby,” he explained. “Just overwhelmed with everything that’s going on. It’s normal baby. Promise you’re in a safe space.”

Steve blinked slowly. “Subspace?” He asked, hesitantly.

A small smile pulled at Eddie’s lips. “Yep, that’s right big boy. It’s okay that you’re slipping. It’s natural. Promised I’d take good care of you.”

Steve’s face suddenly flushed as memories filtered in through his mind from last night .

A coy smile played at his lips as he lightly brushed against Eddie’s shoulder, whispering, “You did, didn’t you? Promised to rock my world.”

Eddie’s face burned, and he tried to wave it off casually, saying, “Now is probably not the right time, Stevie. You know I’d love to… but with everything that just happened…”

Steve suddenly cupped his cheek and Eddie fought back the urge to flinch. “I want you to make me forget, Eds. Forget about that stupid fucking party and Billy Hargrove. Didn’t want his hands on me. Want yours. Only you, Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened in that familiar way, full of lust. “Sure you mean that, sweetheart?”

Steve offered a little hum, wrapping his hands around Eddie’s neck, twisting the dark curls at the nape of his neck. Eddie growled, pressing a searing kiss to Steve’s lips, who moaned stupidly and almost fell on his ass from the brute force of his boyfriend.

Eddie didn’t need to ask permission to wrap Steve’s lithe legs around his waist, panting into his neck and nipping at the skin until it reddened. “Only I get to make you feel this good,” Eddie practically snarled.

Steve let out a choked moan, replying, “Only you. No one else, Eds.”

Eddie sucked deeper bruises into pale, flushed skin, until Steve didn’t know if he was pulling him in or pushing him away.

“You make me so fucking feral, Stevie. Always getting yourself in trouble. Always needing me to put you back in your place.”

“It’s your job! You signed up for it,” Steve moaned helplessly, trying to climb Eddie like a goddamn tree.

“Behave,” Eddie warned, eyes dark.

“Yessir,” Steve slurred automatically on instinct. Eddie froze, eyes scanning him up and down like a fucking predator.

“C’mon,” he said, gruffly, dragging Steve back into his bedroom, shoving him onto his dirty mattress without a second thought. Steve gasped, thighs immediately clenching tight around Eddie’s waist, still attached at the hip. Eddie tangled his hands through Steve’s hair and pulled just hard enough to make it sting. Steve whimpered, squirming under all the attention.

They spent the rest of their morning wrapped deep in the sheets. And there was no doubt that everyone in the trailer park could hear them. But they didn’t give a flying fuck, too enraptured in the feeling.

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Eddie was good. Really good, and he prided himself on it. Steve didn’t blame him, too caught up in the metalhead’s skilled hands and fingers and his terrible haircut that somehow made him even hotter if at all possible.

Steve was grateful to be in the boy’s bed and in his life. Sure, he’d been with plenty of girls before, Hawkins Hearthrob and womanizer, but girls were different and easier to navigate. Easier to comfort and appease.

Eddie was not as easy to soothe and smooth things over with. With Nancy, a gentle hand on the shoulder and charismatic smile was apology enough. She’d blush and giggle and almost always let it go. Eddie made Steve fucking work hard for an apology. And puppy dog eyes never worked on Eddie, even when Steve played it up and acted cute.

Eddie would always just smirk, teeth tugging at his lover lip as he said, “Nice try, sweetheart. A for effort.”

Eddie was an asshole. A sexy asshole that Steve happened to fall in love with, because he always chose the easiest path, right?

His parents were just overjoyed with his personal life and choices. They said so as much when they cursed him out and locked him in his bedroom for 3 days during a school week, saying he “couldn’t be trusted to walk about the house while his dad was around.”

They called their own son dangerous and treated him like a prisoner. 

When Steve was absent from school and fell off the earth, Eddie tracked his boyfriend down, worried he was sick. When he knocked on the Harrington’s door, two unfamiliar faces frowned sourly.

“Is Steve feeling alright? I brought some soup and a movie for us to watch. I’m Eddie by the way. Eddie Munson.”

The door slammed shut on his face, practically grazing his nose, and Eddie realized in that moment that those were Steve’s parents in the flesh.

No wonder Steve never talked about them. They were fucking homophobes.

Being ejected from the house, Eddie really had no choice, but to climb through Steve’s open window into his bedroom, even though he got scraped up on some bark. It was a good thing he had,  because the sight he was welcomed with was that of his boyfriend curled up on the floor in the back corner of the room, hugging his knees close to his chest and sobbing quietly.

Eddie walked over tentatively, as if Steve could get spooked and run away at any moment. He crouched down to the slightly younger boy’s level and placed a comforting hand on the small of his back. Steve hiccuped, tears pooling in bloodshot eyes.

Eddie had settled down next to him, pulling the boy into his lap and into his protective arms, that never once left his side. He let Steve cry it all out until his shirt was soaked with tears, which made Steve flush in embarrassment and made Eddie chuckle.

Eddie, oh so chivalrous, offered up a joint to Steve, already prepared to smoke it because Steve always rejected it, saying that wasn’t appropriate for him as Dustin’s mother or some shit.

Something had changed that night, like a light switch flicking off and Steve said yes. And then they hotboxed the fuck out of Steve’s room, talking about random shit. Some deep shit too about Steve’s neglected childhood.

“Fuck my parents, yeah. Fuck them!” Steve had said.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck you, pretty boy,” Eddie effortlessly flirted right back.

That’s when Steve realize that Eddie was a top. And Steve? Steve was a fucking bottom.

That was the first night they spent together as a couple. Steve learned a lot that night he learned that Eddie Munson was a freak for all the right reasons. He was a bdsm fan who loves handcuffs, blindfolds, choking, biting and scratching. Steve wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle it at first, but he quickly realized he could, and even enjoyed it.

That night, Eddie treated him so sweet and good, with so much respect, yet somehow still made him feel sexy and wanted. Steve found himself asking for what he wanted verbally, which he never did before with girls.

Eddie had somehow found a way to make him come undone completely with just a small touch of his fingers. Hell, Steve even begged for it. He got over his embarrassment quickly enough when Eddie rocked both his bed and his world.