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Steve wasn’t exactly poor. His family was rich, that much was true, and while the house that he currently resided in was more than nice, it wasn’t his. He didn’t actually own much in this house, some of his clothes, a couple of his pillows and blankets, some of his cassettes (though most of his “collection” was just loaners from Eddie), and the bat. While he didn’t buy the bat after the events that occurred in 1983 Nancy and Jonathan sort of agreed that it belonged to Steve. All of this was to say that when Steve found an ad asking for models in an underground gay club that he had so graciously brought Robin to he took note of the phone number, by writing it on the back of his hand and hoping it didn’t smudge too much by the end of the night.

When he got home he transferred the number onto a piece of paper by the phone, and because of the late hour immediately crashed into his own bed, resolving to call the number after his shift tomorrow morning. His shift went by pretty smoothly, it wasn’t very busy seeing as it was a Sunday morning. He got through most of the cleaning that needed to be done and rewound the rest of the tapes that Keith didn’t finish the night before.

When Robin came in to join him until he left at 2pm most of their cleaning checklist was already done. Robin immediately set out to reorganize the candy display and check their expiration dates, so Steve left her to do her thing and walked into the Adult section of the store to dust down those shelves and make sure that everything was in their correct places. He hated when people moved all of the porno VHS tapes around. They were organized a certain way for a reason, population of Hawkins, thank you very much.

Dusting the shelves down was always pretty easy, go by shelf, take a portion of VHS tapes down, dust under and then reshelf. You could also just dust what you could see, but Steve just wanted his last two hours to go by quickly. Also it was easier to make sure everything was properly organized if he took them down and double checked what each one was and made sure they were in the right section. It was also so annoying when one of his other coworkers decided that the porn organization system meant nothing.

As odd as it was to say this section was practically Steve’s baby. He was pretty much the only one who would organize the shelves or put up any new videos that would need to be shelved here. Not that he would ever let Robin be the one that had to some of the people that came in while Steve was doing his own thing in here always stared at him like he was part of the porn. He wasn’t subjecting her to that.

Most of the tasks in here were monotonous anyways, those things made Robin go stir crazy. He was in the middle of opening the tape boxes to make sure that they still had their correct paper slips in them, as well as the right amount to make sure that no one was coming up to the counter with a slip for a tape that they didn’t have. He was in the middle of the costumes category when he heard someone come in through the curtain. He finished counting the paper slips in Naughty Nurses 9 and casually glanced up at the person who had just come in. To his surprise it was just Eddie, in all of his time of knowing Eddie he hadn’t ever checked out a porno for him so he just raised his eyebrows in slight shock at the other boy. Eddie caught Steve’s eyes and smiled brightly.

“Howdy Munson, you looking for something?” Steve reshelved the box he was holding after wiping down the shelf and then turned to Eddie who had made his way through the shelves to stand by Steve.

“Nothing from here, you don’t really stock my kind of thing.”

“Oh? You sure there are so many back here I’m sure that there has to be something that snags your interest.” Steve teases while wiggling his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie only smiles and picks a random box up off the shelf and looks at the cover and makes a face at it.

“Angels of Passion?” He laughs gently and shakes his head. “They sure are creative, but don’t worry your pretty little head Harrington, I’m quite sure.” Eddie smiled back at Steve, “I’m just here to pick you up for DnD tonight.”

“Hey don’t diss Angels of Passion, man, it’s a new release. I’ve heard the soundtrack was pretty good too. Also, already? What time is it?”

“It’s almost 2:30. I was waiting outside for you, but when you didn’t come out I figured I’d come in and check on you.”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize.”

“You’re all good, dude. I know you get focused on these things. Robin just told me to come get you because you didn’t hear her shouting.”

“I swear. I keep telling her she works here and she can come in here when she is on the clock. Not like Keith cares if she comes in here if she was off the clock either.” Eddie laughed as Steve grabbed the binder from where he had set it down and lugged it up to the front. Eddie followed and Steve shrugged his vest off and hung it up on a hook in the back office while clocking out. He used one of the pens on Keith’s desk to leave a note for where he left off, just for himself later, not like anyone else was going to go and do it.

When he came back out Eddie extended his arm out for Steve to take. He laughed and gently grasped Eddie’s elbow. He turned back to wave at Robin, tossing his keys to her.

“Behave yourself Birdie!” Eddie calls back and Steve smiles as Robin fumbles to catch the keys.

“Don’t crash my car.” Steve says as well as Eddie pushes the front door open and Steve lets go of his elbow as they emerge back into the real world out of the video store.

“Are you sure you trust her with your car?”

“Eh. She’s an alright driver now that she actually has her license. It’s easier for you and I to go to the school together anyways.”

“Thank you for coming with me by the way.”

“Of course, I still can’t believe that you forgot half of the shit you needed for your dice and math thing though.”

“I will admit I am usually a bit better about that. I don’t know someone,” Eddie playfully glares at Steve over the center console as he turns his van on and backs out of the space he had parked in the music already turned way down like Eddie had turned it down before he got out of the van in preparation for Steve, “Was distracting me before I left for break.”

“Not my fault you couldn’t handle me running off with your backpack.” Steve grins at the memory of him coming to pick Dustin up after the last Hellfire club meeting before summer vacation when he had not so covertly grabbed Eddie’s backpack and ran out of the school with it while being chased down by the other boy. He had actually managed to lock it in the trunk of his car when Eddie had caught up to him and stopped next to the car panting. The two of them had been stealing the backpack from each other the whole break, it was kind of fun, even though it didn’t really mean anything.

“Totally your fault for stealing my bag.” Eddie said while taking the turn kind of fast into the school parking lot. Steve used to the way that Eddie drove leaned out of the turn to keep himself stable without using the Oh Shit handle.

“Come on man, let’s just go get those papers and leave. I fucking hate it here.” Steve says quickly jumping out of the van before it was fully parked and making his way to the side door that was always unlocked, he knew it was always unlocked because he was the one that broke the lock while he was still going to school there, and it seemed that either no one had noticed or no one had cared to get it fixed. It was conveniently located right by the room that Hellfire was being permitted to use this term for their club meetings. Eddie came in soon after him and reached over Steve’s head to hold the classroom door open for him. Steve turned back to smile at him and Eddie nodded for Steve to keep moving into the classroom.

“Here they’re over here.” Eddie picked up a few folders and handed Steve a couple of cloth pouches that Steve assumed were the dice that Eddie had been so upset about leaving behind. He went to peek into one of the pouches but Eddie put one of his hands over the opening and shook his head at Steve with a smile.

“Not those ones. They’re cursed.” He leans forward and whispers to Steve like anyone would over hear them.

“What makes them cursed?”

“They roll bad. You’re supposed to be my good luck charm, I can’t have you getting the bad luck transferred to you.” Steve laughs at the explanation and nods at Eddie letting him pull the drawstring back shut.

“This everything?” He asks and Eddie looks around the room a little and grabs a familiar hat from off of one of the desks that had been pushed to the side.

“I think this should be the last of it.” He wiggled the hat in the air and Steve shook his head.

“I swear, Dustin would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. He has been searching for that all week.”

“Oh? Maybe we leave it then. Teach the sheepie a lesson.”

“Like he thinks he can learn anything from us.” Steve holds his hand out for the hat and Eddie hands it over, “I’m keeping it as leverage.”

“Good idea.” Eddie taps the side of his nose and winks at Steve. He leads them out of the school once more and to the van where he starts making his way to Steve’s home.

Steve helps Eddie bring the few things that would be needed for that night and set them up at the table. Eddie busied himself with making sure that the map that they would be using for this session was laid out perfectly, as well as correctly proportioned as he leaned over it with a pencil and erased a few lines and moved them as he set some miniatures down on the map as well. Steve watched him from the doorway of the kitchen where he had been pulling out some of the snacks he had stashed away for this. His eyes drifted down to the slip of paper that was sitting innocently on the counter under the kitchen phone. He stashed the slip in his jean pocket and joined Eddie back in the dining room.

“Hey Eddie?” He said quietly and Eddie’s head snapped up to Steve with a wild look, like he had forgotten that Steve was in the same house. Steve laughed softly at the expression and shook his head. “I uh, have a couple calls I need to make so I’m going to go upstairs. Make yourself at home, and if Dustin comes in before I get back, guard the kitchen phone with your life. That kid is so nosey.” Eddie smiled and laughed nodding in agreement.

“Do not worry, fair Steven. I shall stand at attention for your honor.” Eddie saluted Steve leaving a smudge of graphite from his hand on his forehead.

“I am most certain you will, noble sir Edward.” Steve teases back and Eddie’s eyes go wide and his mouth slack. Steve quickly makes his way up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he had moved one of the house phones not long after he had gotten the job at Scoops Ahoy. He dialed the number easily and waited for the line to ring through. He checked the time with the alarm clock on his bedside table. He pulled a notebook out of his desk and started doodling in it while waiting for the other line to connect. He heard the sound of the other side picking up the phone and he let his attention snap back into focus.

“This is Kevin Calsen.” The man on the other side greeted and Steve perked up a bit. Kevin Calsen was the name on the flier from the bar in Indy.

“Uh Hello, Mr. Calsen. My name is Steve. I saw your ad at The Q in Indianapolis. I was calling to ask for a bit more details on what you were looking for as far as models went.” Steve cringed inwardly at his nervous tone, but if Mr. Calsen noticed it he didn't say anything. He heard the sound of some shuffling on the other end.

“Steve, do you have any previous modeling experience?” Kevin asked plainly and Steve froze up. Technically he didn’t actually have any professional modeling experience, especially the kind that the ad had been asking for. He was just slightly desperate and jumped at the chance for what was advertised as easy money.

“Uhm, no sir. I don’t have any previous experience, but I’m a quick learner and I’m good with directions.” The man on the other end made a deep humming sound.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 19 currently, but I’m almost 20.” He can hear what sounds like the clicking of a pen as the man on the other side thinks for a bit.

“Almost 20 isn’t 20, kid.”

“The advertisement said you were looking for someone who looked young and preppy.”

“What were you doing in The Q?” He hears the skeptical tone from the man and Steve sighs slightly.

“I was just there to dance a bit with a friend.”

“And you are aware of what is being asked for this right? We would be taking more than suggestive photos of you to put into zines.” Kevin stated plainly and Steve straightened up in his desk chair.

“Yes I am aware.”

“Alright. I’m going to assume you don’t have any headshots, so when can you come to my studio so I can actually get a look at ya?” Steve perks up, this wasn’t a rejection.

“I can come out this weekend. Friday?” He knows he sounds hopeful, but he can’t help it. This would be really good for some extra money to help him out from under his father’s thumb.

“Alright. You got some paper handy?” Steve writes down the address that the man rattles off and luckily for Steve it is close to The Q and he already knows how to get there. He places his receiver back onto its hook and lets out a deep sigh. This was going to be good for him.

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A few weeks later after his trial shoot with a nice photographer named Clara, Kevin had finally called him to let him know that he wanted Steve to pose for photos again as well as asking for an address to send his royalty checks to. It kept going like that, Steve would go to a studio and pose for lewd photos, sometimes alone, but usually he was with another male. He had gotten to know a few of the other models, and while he wouldn’t go as far as calling any of the friends they were cordial.

Some would ask Steve about his friends or his day job and Steve didn’t shy away from answering. That was usually only if the other model was one he had posed with before, or if they were close to in age. There was an older male model who he would be paired with quite often, often enough that Steve felt bad for not remembering his name but not often enough that Steve would recognize him with his clothes on, who hardly spoke a word to Steve other than polite greetings and checking in with Steve if he seemed to be straining with a pose.

He hadn’t actually seen any of the porn he had posed or “starred” in. Some of the models said it was odd, but most said it wasn't. A few agreed with him that it was kind of weird to open a magazine and see themselves in it so they usually avoided the publishers that used their photos. He only knew that his photos were actually being used when once a month a few different checks came in usually in varying amounts, but he usually looked forward to the ones from Blue Boy and Guys Advocate; they were usually the largest, a couple of hundred in each. Almost all of each check would go into a savings account, but he would choose the smaller check out of Blue Boy and Guys Advocate to use for his “fun” spending each month. Steve was quite happy with this little side gig and it wasn’t like anyone knew what he was doing. Since the only gay person he knew wasn’t consuming porn of males.

Which is what Steve thought until one day when he was relaxing in his own kitchen, reading a book that Dustin said he just had to read. Eddie slammed through the front door, which was regular for him, and called out for Steve, which wasn’t so regular.

“I’m in the kitchen, Eds.” Steve crossed one leg over the other and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose while he waited for Eddie to enter. Eddie didn’t say anything, just tossed an open magazine down onto the table in front of Steve. The photo was open to a picture of Steve and the older model. Steve was wearing very little clothing while the other model was fully dressed in a suit. Steve was on his knees kneeling in front of him but had his head turned back to look at the camera giving the viewer a look at his face. He remembered this shoot was a few months ago and nothing of note happened, but it was the third one he had with the same partner which meant that he was now being requested instead of picked out as a filler.

“What is this?” Eddie gestures at the picture and Steve looks from the magazine up to Eddie.

“Porn?”

“Wha- I KNOW THAT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE PORN STEVE?”

“Oh. I do porn now.”

“Gay porn?!”

“Yeah. Gay porn.”

Eddie sighs loudly and rubs a hand across his face. Steve only looks at him curiously.

“Do you have an issue with me being in gay porn?” Eddie glares at Steve and he only sighs and closes his own book, “I’d have preferred to tell you myself, but if you’re going to be a dick about it. I guess I have some rethinking to do.”

“Steve, what are you talking about?”

“I’m bi, Eddie. I like men.” Eddie blinked at Steve in shock and then looked back down at the magazine.

“So you aren’t just a straight guy doing gay porn for money?”

“No. I’m a gay guy doing gay porn for money.” They both look back down at the picture and Steve pulls it towards him. “Is that what I look like? God.”

“I think you look good.” Eddie mumbles while taking a seat next to Steve.

“Uhm Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have this?” Steve asks gently and Eddie pauses looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

“Because I’m a gay guy that consumes gay porn?”

“Oh. I didn’t know.”

“If you did, would you still have done the porn?”

“I mean… probably?” Steve shrugs and looks at Eddie, “I probably would have just warned you first. Hey don’t buy this one you might see my bare ass.” Steve laughs a little and Eddie plays with the corner of the now closed magazine.

“I think I would have just gone and bought those ones right away.” He mumbles and Steve leans forward into Eddie’s personal space. So close that their noses are basically touching.

“Yeah?” Eddie doesn’t back away.

“Yeah.”

“You wanna see me naked, Munson?”

“I’d pay real money for it.”

“I think I can find a way for you to see it for free.” Steve holds a hand out for Eddie and Eddie takes it. “Trust me?”

“No questions asked.” Eddie lets himself be dragged into the magnetic aura that was Steve Harrington and up into his bedroom where he did indeed see him naked, for free.

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It didn’t take long for Steve to have a more than reasonable amount in his savings from his “modeling side gig”. He had moved from his parents house a while ago though, but not into his own place like he had assumed he would. He moved into Wayne and Eddie’s government provided double wide, since their last one was ripped to literal shreds. Wayne was a normal amount of happy to have Steve move in, and Eddie was a more than normal amount of happy to have Steve.

It was really just the natural progression of things. Steve had his own mug on Wayne’s shelf and his shoes had a permanent place between Wayne’s and Eddie’s. Before Steve had moved in fully he had been spending most of his nights with them anyways. Steve and Wayne would trade off nights making dinners and then the three of them would sit together in front of the T.V. and eat. Steve would cuddle into Eddie’s side and happily take bites that were offered from him from Eddie’s plate, that was usually double portioned to accommodate the fact that Steve would only eat off of Eddie’s plate. Eddie and Steve shared a room and a bed. Steve had really made himself at home in the trailer.

Wayne didn’t question why Steve drove out into the city so often, but Eddie assured him that he was never one to really poke into another person’s business. Since their schedules were off, aside from the two or three hours of overlap when everyone was in the trailer, it was almost like it was Eddie and Steve’s own place. Which wasn’t really a farfetched fantasy anymore, and more like an actively pursued goal.

Steve had been speaking with the property management of an apartment building that was close by to Kevin Calsen’s photography studio. While that specific building didn’t have any openings currently they were informed that one of the tenants was not going to be renewing their lease, and that they would be more than welcome to the one bed one bath apartment. After many hours of bar-backing at The Hideout for Eddie, Bev had trained him in bartending and Eddie took to it like a duck to water, or a hellfire kid to math. The tips were alright, but what Eddie had been most excited about was the fact that when they moved into the city he would be able to tend bar at The Q and then the tips would be much better, because if there was one thing that Eddie knew about the gays it was that they wouldn’t stiff their bartender, because they wanted to be the one stiff. That joke always got him a slap on the arm from Steve, but Eddie was never tired of it.

There was one thing that neither of them grew tired of though. How they spent their weekend nights alone.

Eddie would actually usually have the weekends off since Bev preferred to have one of her more experienced bartenders or herself tending during the weekends. Eddie would have band practice in the morning the both of them starting the day off by sharing a kiss and a shower before Steve was making his way into the city for whatever photoshoot that Kevin had planned for him, now that Steve was a more established model and was being frequently requested by different magazines he was given a bit more control on who he posed with and how. Not that it really mattered since he was usually put in a similar position or outfit each time. No matter how many times he told Kevin he was okay with branching out and doing something a bit more... heavy.

After that Steve would come home, always to an empty house (recently Wayne had been spending his days with someone and would really only come back to the trailer for meals and his clothes), he would hop into a shower of his own and wash off whatever makeup, hairspray, body glitter, oil, etc. Basically, whatever he went through was washed off before he saw Eddie again. Not that Eddie minded what Steve did, considering that they started dating because of the porn modeling. Steve just preferred being able to separate him and Eddie from him and his pornography career.

Then Eddie would come home, sweaty and gross from his own day. He would always try to smother Steve with hugs and kisses and Steve would dodge every single time. He was freshly showered. Thank you very much. Eddie would then shower on his own and the two would plan what they would have for dinner, or more like Steve would stare at the mostly bare fridge for a couple of minutes while Eddie sat on a counter behind him and wrote notes for DnD in his notebook.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Eddie asked while erasing something in his notebook. Steve studied the vegetables in the fridge and hummed thoughtfully. There was an onion and green pepper that were starting to look a little sad.

“Spaghetti?” Steve turned back to Eddie who only nodded.

“Whatever you wanna make.”

“You say that like you aren’t going to be picky about what I put on our plate.”

“Hey.” Eddie playfully glares towards Steve while he pulls the veggies out along with a half-full jar of tomato sauce. “I’m only a little picky. It just makes it easier to cook for me.”

“Right. So easy to cook from like five pre approved meals.”

“Exactly! I only exist to please, my love.” Eddie hops off the counter and crowds Steve up against the one he had settled at to begin chopping up the veggies to be grilled and added to the tomato sauce. “Are you saying you are unsatisfied, princess?” He mumbled against Steve’s ear and he only sighed softly and smiled.

“I am only satisfied with you, my knight.” Steve smiled softly at Eddie as he spoke. Eddie takes a hold of Steve’s hand and brings it up to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to the back of it.

“That is all I ask.” They smile at each other softly with Eddie’s words, and Steve pushes at Eddie lightly.

“Go. I have to make dinner before Wayne comes back. Then you and I can have some quality time together.”

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

It’s only about an hour until the food is done and after that it’s another ten minutes for Wayne to come through the door. They all sit and eat in relative silence. Steve learned quite quickly that Wayne isn’t much for talking. Wayne excuses himself and thanks Steve for the food. He ruffles Steve’s hair after getting dressed for work and says a quick goodbye to the both of them letting them know that he won’t be back until around the same time tomorrow.

“Oh so he is staying the night now.” Steve waggles his eyebrows at Eddie who only shakes his head.

“He’s like you. Staying the night at his boyfriend's house until he moves in.” Steve sighs and cuddles back into Eddie’s chest.

“Do you think that’s what’s happening? He has a partner now?”

“Maybe?” Eddie shrugs. He begins to pet Steve’s hair. “It’s possible. We never really talked about that kind of stuff before you. Not that I really had anyone to talk about.” Steve smiles and presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

“Come help me clean up, yeah?” Eddie nodded and helped Steve with cleaning the dishes. Once they’re done and the kitchen is back to its relatively clean state Steve makes his way back into their room and lounges back on their bed. The covers billow out around him, and he gets himself comfortable. Eddie makes a quick stop at his dresser first and picks up the polaroid camera that Steve had come home with not too long ago, saying that it had been a gift from Kevin and he was considering just giving it to Jonathan.

“Hey babe?” Steve pokes his head up from the covers and looks at Eddie.

“Yeah? What’s up, Eddie?”

“I kind of had an idea. You can say no if you want,” Steve gestures for Eddie to have a seat on the bed next to him and Eddie takes a tentative seat. Steve gives him an encouraging look and Eddie takes a deep breath before he brings the camera up for Steve to see it properly, “I was hoping that I could take some pictures of you.”

“Eddie, of course you can take pictures of me. You don’t need to ask to do that.” Steve moves to lay back down, but Eddie stops him.

“I meant... like photos of us... together,” He trails off and looks at Steve who only seems confused, “Being intimate.”

Steve grins devilishly up at Eddie and throws an arm around the back of Eddie’s neck bringing their noses together.

“You want nude photos of me?” He whispers low and Eddie swallows loudly but nods.

“I want to be the one to take nude photos of you.” The words are quiet and soft, but they make Steve melt slightly. He presses a kiss to his boyfriends nose and stands up from their bed easily.

“Do you just want me naked or did you have a specific outfit in mind?” The question is slightly teasing, but also sincere. Eddie appreciates it, but he shakes his head.

“Just naked.”

“Well get stripping, picture boy.” Steve pulls his shirt off over his head and works on his jeans while Eddie starts the same. The camera is placed gently on their nightstand while they both become fully unclothed. Steve is the first to be bare and he once again settles on the bed, this time kneeling on his knees. His gaze is sultry as he watches the muscles in Eddie’s back move while he struggles out of his jeans. Damn those jeans were hot though, tight in all of the right places that made Steve’s mouth water. Once Eddie had joined him on the bed in nakedness Steve reached out to him and brought him in for a couple of kisses.

They let themselves take a few minutes to indulge in each other's mouths. The kiss was messy and wet, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie pulled away first, his breathing heavy and Steve nuzzled against his cheek.

“Did you have an idea for a pose?” Steve pants between his words and Eddie takes a few deep and calming breaths. His own cock is definitely interested as it is starting to thicken up and nudge against Steve’s own.

“I uh- On your knees?” Steve nods and gets down on the floor near Eddie’s feet. His chest is heaving with his breaths and he stares up at Eddie with needy eyes, “Yeah just like that, baby.” He grabs the camera off of the nightstand and holds it up to make sure that Steve was in frame. He snaps the photo and waits for it to print. Once it spits out of the camera Eddie snatches it up and then sets it face down on their nightstand placing a book on top of it so that it develops correctly.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous down there, baby.” Eddie grabs his own cock and places it on Steve’s face. The shaft resting against Steve’s nose and the tip covering Steve’s eye. Steve opens his mouth wide and sticks his tongue out to mouth at the base while Eddie lifts the camera again to take another picture of him. Moving to place the printed out photo with the one from before.

“How many pictures you got in here?” Eddie lightly shakes the camera in the air and Steve closes his mouth while he thinks.

“The film pack was ten, and when Jonathan showed me how to put the film in he took two test photos. So after the two that you just took there should be six left.” Eddie nodded and grasped his cock once more moving to tap the tip against Steve’s lips.

“I want a million photos of you, darling. You’re so pretty I could look at you forever.” Steve giggled and wiggled a little where he was still knelt on the floor, “Yeah? You agree? You’re just the most beautiful creature.” Steve’s smile was brilliant and it just reminded Eddie of why he adored this beautiful boy so much. He pressed the tip of his cock into Steve’s mouth and it was accepted greedily. Steve went as far down as he could, taking Eddie down to his base and then coming back up, leaving his dick spit slick and shiny.

Eddie brought the camera up one more time, his off hand threading through Steve’s hair. He snapped the photo, leaning back and putting it with the rest. Steve’s eyes were shut gently and a look of peace had come across his face. Eddie knew that sucking dick was one of Steve’s favorite activities which was only aided by his insatiable oral fixation, not that Eddie was complaining. Steve’s oral fixation was only a good thing for Eddie with the way that the lollipops he would regularly consume left his lips shiny and red, or that he could never not have his mouth on Eddie.

Eddie continued fucking Steve’s face just letting the slick wet pleasure course through his veins while he thought of what he wanted to do for the last five photos. He was half tempted to come all over Steve’s face and get a photo of Steve in what Eddie thinks is his most ethereal state, covered in cum and blissed out. If there was one thing that Eddie liked as much as Steve liked having things in his mouth, it was having his mark on someone, claiming them. He gently guided Steve up to his feet and moved him slowly to their bed. He let Steve get comfortably seated once more and Steve smiled up at him gently. His hair was pretty messy, but his expression was soft and wanting. Eddie quickly snapped a photo of Steve once more, the sweat on his skin making him look a little shiny. With it carefully stored underneath the book once again, Eddie turned back to Steve who was looking at him just a little bit expectantly.

Eddie joined Steve on the bed and for the moment set the camera to the side. He brought Steve in for a kiss once more. It wasn’t long until Steve had melted into Eddie and was licking at the seam of his lips pretty insistently, trying to get Eddie’s tongue out for a proper spit swapping session, one of Steve’s favorite things. (He has so many it’s hard to choose just one!) Steve grips at Eddie’s shoulder tight, his fingernails digging into the skin there and most likely leaving behind little crescent moon shapes, Eddie can tell it isn’t rough enough to draw blood and he knows that Steve won’t get to that point tonight. Eddie pulls away from the kiss which earns a whine from Steve. Eddie chuckles gently and begins to remove Steve’s hands from his shoulders gently. Eddie places a gentle kiss on Steve's nose and gets off the bed.

“Ass up by the edge.” The command is simple and Steve gets on all fours and shifts around so his knees are close to the edge and his feet are basically hanging off of the edge. Eddie smiles and moves so he is in between Steve’s legs. He takes a hand and runs it from the base of Steve’s spine up to in between his shoulders. He presses down in between Steve’s shoulders forcing him off of his hands and onto his elbows. Eddie considers him for a moment then moves to take Steve off of his elbows so his face is pressed down into their sheets and the arch of his back is more defined. Satisfied with the position Eddie moves Steve’s arms and hands so they are extended out above his head, his hands clasped together. Eddie takes a picture of Steve in this position.

“This was just for the picture, baby, you can move if you want to be more comfortable.” At that Steve moved his arms so that his hands were just settled on either side of his head, but didn’t move much otherwise. Eddie sets the camera down once again, not planning on using it until after they have both cum. He wants to direct all of his focus now onto Steve. He massages Steve’s hips gently, making sure the muscle isn’t too tense.

“I won’t keep you like this long. Just until we cum okay?” Steve nods his understanding into their sheets and Eddie smiles once again. He grabs the lube out of the drawer in their nightstand and spreads it across four of his fingers. He rubs them together to warm it up and then runs it across Steve’s hole.

Eddie works one finger into Steve, relishing in the moans and whines that Steve lets out while he does so. It had been a while since the last time either of them had the energy to do more than a hand job or blow job, so this was nice. He took his time stretching Steve open working in all four of his fingers spreading them apart minutely, but also pulling them out and pushing them back in in a slow and sensual grind. It was completely self serving for Eddie, all he wanted to do was lie there and listen to his love make the most pleasurable noises. He really had to get him in a recording booth, this would make a great backing track for a song. Once Eddie had decided that Steve was stretched out enough, though Steve thought he was good with the third finger, he slowly removed his hand and wiped the lube off onto their sheets.

Eddie picked up the lube bottle once more and let a few drops fall onto hs dick. His stomach jerked at the sudden cold sensation, but it was helping keep him grounded. He didn’t want to blow his load too early. Like with almost everything else that night he took his time spreading the lube all over his cock. Watching as spit dried skin became shiny and slick once again. Steve was writhing in his place with impatience and Eddie chuckled lightly, bringing a hand to his hip to still his sweet boy.

“Ready for your treat?” Eddie leaned down to whisper by Steve’s ear, and he nodded fast into the sheets, not picking his head up to look at Eddie. With Steve’s fists gripping tight to their bed, Eddie pressed the tip of his cock to Steve’s now loosened hole.

The press was consistent and firm as Eddie guided Steve’s hips back with one hand while using the other to steady himself and settle his tip inside of Steve. Allowing Steve a moment to adjust and collect himself Eddie leaned down once more and started pressing kisses onto Steve’s back and shoulder blades. A few minutes of soft affection later Steve nodded and signaled with his hand for Eddie to start again.

Once Eddie was fully sheathed inside of Steve he let himself take a moment and breathe. Breathe in his lover and the scent of their shared scent. His breaths were heaving and he hadn’t realized how much he was aching for this contact with Steve until now he finally had it. He couldn’t comprehend what could keep him away from Steve like this for so long. Surely simple body and mind exhaustion could be ignored if it were in favor of the hot and welcoming skin of his lover?

Steve whined loudly at Eddie’s hesitance to move, hesitance for this to be all over, and started to move his hips back and forth, gently fucking himself onto Eddie’s cock. That brought Eddie back into the moment, he could forget his self reflection because he had one needy boy to attend to for now.

“Sorry, was I not going fast enough for you?” Any thought of going slow with this was tossed out of the window by Steve’s bratty nature, and the pace that Eddie sets is punishing. Fast and hard in all of the best ways. The tip of his cock hitting into Steve’s prostate for most of his thrusts. Eddie reaches his now free hand, since he no longer needed to stabilize himself, down to Steve’s head.

Taking a handful of the locks into a tight grip, he yanks Steve’s head back so Eddie could get a good look at Steve’s fucked out expression. There were a few distinct wet spots in the sheets where his face had been pressed. Drool falling out of his mouth freely with his moans and now no longer being caught by the bed it dripped down his chin and onto his neck and chest. His eyes were unfocused and glazed over, watering almost to the point of tears, but Eddie knew where Steve’s limits were. Knew how to not push him over into crying. Also knew that Steve would castrate him if he fucked him to the point of tears since he was scheduled for another shoot tomorrow morning.

“Feeling good, princess?” Eddie’s voice was low and gravely he could feel the tightness in his chest as he spoke. Steve nodded as best as he could with the grip that Eddie had on his head, so Eddie let him go. Steve flopped back down onto the bed ungracefully and let his body keep rocking in time with the hard thrusts. Their bed was hitting against the wall and Eddie was sure that anyone passing by outside would know exactly what was going on in here. Well, not exactly, but pretty damn close.

“E-Eddie,” Steve’s voice comes out soft and broken. Stuttering over his words like Eddie is forcing them out of him with his dick, “Cl-Close.”

That was Eddie’s cue, he reached around Steve and circled Steve’s cock with his still semi-lubed hand. Using his own thrusts to push Steve in and out of his hand it didn’t take long for Steve to fall over the edge with a loud shout. He worked him through it gently brushing his hand that was not keeping pressure on Steve’s cock over his exposed skin and soothing the other man. He pressed one final kiss in between Steve’s shoulder blades and once he had fully come down from his orgasm, began to piston his own hips into Steve in search of his own orgasm.

Considering that he was already close from the earlier blowjob and was really only holding back to make sure that Steve got his orgasm first it didn’t take long for Eddie to follow him over. He pressed his hips flush to Steve’s ass and groaned deeply as he came inside of his boyfriend. Once the involuntary twitching and jerking of his hips and cock came to a stop he slowly pulled out and watched as a dribble of pearly white cum leaked out of Steve. He picked up the camera one final time and called for Steve’s attention, who lazily looked over his shoulder, to get the perfect photo of Steve’s fucked out face and hole.

He set the photo with the rest and flopped back on the bed. Handing off the camera to Steve with a satisfied smile. Steve took the camera cautiously and examined it carefully to make sure it didn’t sport any wounds from their activity, wondering if he should still gift it to Jonathan now that it had been thoroughly defiled by them.

“Still one left.” Steve breathed out. Eddie had moved them up to their pillows and was lounging against them like he hadn’t just fucked the life and soul out of Steve.

“What you want to do with it?” Eddie asked not looking directly at Steve, but Steve knew that he had his full attention. Steve cuddled closer to Eddie resting his head on his chest and held the camera up with the lens facing towards the both of them.

“So I just hold down the red button right?”

“Until the flash, then the picture will print out.” Steve pressed the shutter button down giving the camera a lazy smile and let the picture print out, just hoping that it got the both of them in the photo as he set it underneath the book with the rest of the pictures Eddie had taken that night.

What he wouldn’t know until a few days later when he and Eddie remembered the pictures was that he did in fact get the both of them in the photo. While he was looking at the camera, Eddie was looking at him with the most love struck smile and fond eyes. Steve kept that one for himself in his bag, just so he could look at it from time to time. Just to remind himself that the whole porn modeling thing? Pretty great idea on his part.