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It would be a lie to say that Steve hadn’t been peering out the window in his living room for the last half hour. It would be a lie to say that every time he heard a vehicle, his heart didn’t beat just a little faster in his chest. It would be a lie to say that when Eddie did arrive, he didn’t leap off the couch and sprint to the front door all giddy like a little school girl.
Steve wanted to take a mental picture when he opened the door. Eddie was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, hair tied back, and a satisfied smirk on his face. His black clothes and silver jewelry made him look like the butt of a million goth jokes in high school, but Steve thought he looked like a million bucks. It was ironic in a way; standing at his front door, Eddie was everything Steve’s parents disapproved of. He was also everything Steve wanted.
“Glad to see you ditched the dressy clothes this time, Harrington,” Eddie remarked as he looked Steve over approvingly. There was something about the way his eyes dragged over Steve’s body that made his face heat up. “I have them in the truck, by the way. I’ll give them to you when I drop you off so you don’t have to run back inside.”
“I have yours too. Here.” Steve pressed Eddie’s clothes into the metalhead’s arms before tugging on his sneakers, grabbing a jacket, and heading out the door. “They’re washed and everything. Sorry if you don’t like the detergent and fabric softener smell, my mom buys some really strong stuff.” As he played his words back in his mind, Steve realized how redundant he sounded. Of course Eddie already knew that his detergent smelled strong, he was around Steve all the time. He silently cursed himself. Have to be on your A-game tonight, Harrington, can’t be making a fool of yourself now.
Eddie didn’t seem to mind Steve’s redundancy or his laundry detergent. He stuffed the clothes under one arm and offered the other to Steve as they crossed the road to Wayne’s truck. The road was by no means busy, and Steve took it as Eddie’s theater dramatics coming through. He took it awkwardly, holding onto the crook of Eddie’s elbow. It seemed like the right thing to do, and if it wasn’t, the metalhead didn’t seem to mind that either. He brought Steve around to the passenger side and opened the door for him.
“Since when did you become a gentleman?” Steve asked sarcastically as he buckled his seatbelt.
“Since five minutes ago. Thought you’d like it.” He did, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. The metalhead fumbled around with the cassette player and music came to life around them.
I'm in love with my car / Gotta feel for my automobile / Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar / Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I have to forget her / Rather buy me a new carburettor / So she made tracks sayin' this is the end now / Cars don't talk back they're just four-wheeled friends now
Steve recognized the song—Queen, he thought—from one of the albums Robin had shown him. It wasn’t Steve’s favorite by any means, and it wasn’t Freddie what’s-his-face that sang it either, but Eddie hummed along to it softly as he started driving. He tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, silver rings glinting as they reflected the setting sun.
When I'm holding your wheel / All I hear is your gear / When I'm cruisin' in overdrive / Don't have to listen to no run-of-the-mill talk jive
I'm in love with my car (Ooh, I'm in love with my car) / Gotta feel for my automobile I'm in love with my car (Ooh, I'm in love with my car) / String-back gloves in my automolove!
“It’s like you, Stevie. The kids were very excited to tell me that you cleaned your car for our movie date, and very disappointed when I told them that I already knew.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I like my car, and I don’t like when Henderson wipes his feet on the inside of it, but I’m not in love with my car. I’m not jerking off my ‘grease gun’ or whatever this guy is saying.” The song changed and the conversation was dropped.
Ooh, you make me live / Whatever this world can give to me / It's you you're all I see / Ooh, you make me live now, honey / Ooh, you make me live
Now this was a song Steve knew: You’re My Best Friend. Robin thought it was ironic that he liked it most out of the rest of the album, but she wouldn’t explain why. It had the Queen sound that Steve liked, was nice and upbeat, had good lyrics, what was so funny about that?
Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had / I've been with you such a long time / You're my sunshine and I want you to know / That my feelings are true / I really-
Eddie’s hand shot from the wheel and pressed stop on the cassette player. The music halted abruptly but the lyrics continued in Steve’s head.
-love you / Oh, you're my best friend
Okay maybe it was a little ironic that it was Steve’s favorite.
“Here we can listen to something else,” Eddie stammered. “I’m sure you don’t even know Queen; Robin said you were hopeless with music.” Something told Steve that there was another reason that the metalhead had turned the song off, but he didn’t mention it.
“I’m not hopeless, you know. I recognized the last two songs.” He said instead. It felt important to let Eddie know that, as he also evidently had so little faith in Steve’s musical taste. “If anything I thought you didn’t know Queen. Doesn’t seem very metal.”
Eddie tore his eyes from the road to look at Steve, a mischievous glint in them. “I like Bowie, don’t I? That’s not metal either. I like rock too, Harrington.”
“Does it always have to be Harrington?” Steve asked as they turned onto Denfield. He did not miss how Eddie accelerated past the Creel house, going fifteen over until they were well past. “I mean we’ve been friends for months. It’s not high school anymore. Shouldn’t I just be Steve?”
“All you had to do was ask, Sweetheart. I’ll call you whatever you want.” Another glance, just in time for Eddie to see color flush the jock’s face. “Steve.”
They drove on Denfield into the sunset for a while, stopping not far from Hopper’s cabin, just off the road. Steve recognized the hills as where Dustin had lugged and planted Cerebro . Eddie hopped out and opened Steve’s door with a quick “watch your step” before digging around in the back and handing Steve a lantern and a six-pack. This time, he didn’t offer Steve his arm as they crossed the road.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?” The jock asked. “If you’re planning to kill me, this is not a good place to hide my body. Dustin comes up here like every week.”
Eddie laughed and nudged Steve with his shoulder as they trudged up the hill. “No killing tonight, Harr- Steve,” he corrected. “No, sir, this isn’t your traditional dinner and a movie date. This is date à la Munson; stargazing with a side of alcohol.”
Steve frowned at the sky. It was beautiful, streaks of pink and purple painted across the orange sunset, but certainly not dark enough for any stars yet.
“I’ve been coming here for years,” Eddie continued. “Used to bike here when I was a kid. The trailer park is just behind those woods there, so it was somewhere close I could escape to.” He gestured west beyond the train tracks. “Imagine my surprise when I came here one day and some eighth grader had plopped a giant ham radio on my favorite hill.”
They climbed to the top and Eddie laid the blanket he was carrying down on the grass, taking the lantern and beer from Steve and setting them to the side. The view was as breathless as it always was, despite the healing surroundings. Over the summer, the grass began to grow back, the wildflowers were returning, and the damage from the gates had started to be undone. It was reassuring to know that somewhere, somehow, life was returning to how it had been before everything went to shit. In downtown Hawkins, new infrastructure was being built to replace that which was destroyed by Vecna. The new replaced the old: fresh asphalt and new business built upon the rubble of their childhood memories. Weathertop, at least, had the tranquility that came with a place that never truly changed as it healed itself flower by flower, tree by tree.
They laid on the blanket and took in the sunset, Steve with his arms under his head and Eddie with his knees propped up. The beers were sweating in their cardboard case and Eddie cracked one open and handed it to Steve before getting one for himself. It was peaceful, just them and the summer breeze and the stars that began to come out overhead as they nursed their drinks. They made small talk about Dustin and Hellfire and Steve’s work, about how school used to be and how life was now. Steve found it easy to talk to Eddie, even without the alcohol to loosen his lips. If anything, the alcohol loosened the guard on his heart.
“…that one is Lyra.” Eddie pointed into the sky and Steve had to lean toward his arm to see where he was aiming, tracing an almost figure-eight shape in the sky. He had been pointing out constellations to Steve and telling him their stories. Even if he was making them up, Steve didn’t know better, and was just happy to let Eddie talk. “The bright star is Vega and the rest of the constellation is below it. It’s meant to represent the lyre of Orpheus.”
“Liar? Was he a complete dick or something?” Steve figured the guy must’ve been an asshole if he was known for being a liar.
Eddie laughed. “No. L-Y-R-E. It’s like a harp. Orpheus was basically the best musician in Greece. He was like the Ronnie James Dio of the ancient world—that’s Black Sabbath by the way. His wife died and he went down to the underworld to get her back, playing the most beautiful music that Hades had ever heard until the god of the dead let him take her to the land of the living again.”
“So they lived happily ever after then: classic love story.” Steve had heard a gazillion stories that started that way. A man and woman fall in love, something tragic happens to the woman, the man rescues her, happily ever after.
“Nope. He could only have her back if he didn’t look behind him while she followed him from the underworld.” Eddie gradually began to slip into his dungeon master voice, using grand hand gestures as he told his story. “Orpheus had to trust that she would be there behind him, and he did for a while. But his doubt overcame him and he saw the love of his life for only a second before she dissolved into the darkness. He never got to hold her again, play her music, kiss her, anything.” He clutched his hands to his heart in faux sorrow.
Steve pointed to another bright star in the sky, down from where Eddie had pointed before. “What’s that one called?”
It was Eddie’s turn to lean over to Steve to see where he was pointing. “Altair. It’s a part of the constellation Aquila. See the other two next to it? They make the head of an eagle. Zeus sent it down to earth to kidnap the most lovely man born to the mortal race-”
“Wasn‘t Zeus a man?”
“The Greeks were seriously gay, dude. And Zeus was a god actually.”
Steve waved a hand in dismissal, the gesture the exact opposite of how he was feeling inside. He had been scared to get on the topic of gay men the whole night, not knowing what he would find out. “Okay so he sent down this bird…?”
Eddie continued, clearing his throat to use his deeper DM voice. “Zeus sent down the mighty eagle to take the very handsome Ganymede for himself, but there was one problem. Zeus had a wife, the goddess Hera. Some stories say that Zeus was in love with Ganymede, others say he just desired him for his beauty, but either way his wife would never approve. Zeus had no other choice but to make Ganymede his cup-bearer on Olympus, for he could not have him the way he wanted.” Sounds familiar . Eddie pointed into the sky again. “It’s a little hard to see, but apparently Zeus put Ganymede in the sky as the Aquarius constellation too.”
“How can he be a cup-bearer and a constellation?”
“It’s a myth, Steve.” Steve swore he heard Eddie’s teeth chatter when he spoke, and when he looked over, the metalhead’s hands were tucked into his long sleeve. A bit of the blanket was wrapped over him. “But above Aquila is Sagitta- what are you doing?”
“Giving you my jacket, Eds.” Steve motioned for Eddie to sit up and he held the garment while the metalhead put his arms through, zipping it for him. “Sorry, it’s tricky to zip and probably doesn’t smell great…” He didn’t realize how close they were until Eddie’s breath tickled Steve’s neck and made the little hairs on it stand up. He hoped his own breath smelled okay. Maybe he should’ve brushed his teeth a third time after all.
Eddie caught his gaze, his eyes almost black in the dark and reflecting the dim yellow light of their lantern. “You didn’t need to, you know.”
“It’s uh…for your modesty,” Steve quoted, reminded of when Eddie had given him his vest in the Upside Down. “No one can know that Eddie the Banished gets cold so easily.” They were still very close. He could close that distance between them so easily. If Eddie were a girl, he would’ve already. So why couldn’t he then?
Steve didn’t have to answer his question, as Eddie pulled away and asked one instead. “Are we just sharing clothes now? You sleep in my band shirts, cover your chest with my vest, and I take your jackets?”
It was then that Steve remembered what he was going to ask Eddie. “That shirt that I took home, what’s with the little upside down pink triangle?”
It could’ve been the dark playing a trick on him, but Steve could’ve sworn that the metalhead turned white. “It’s nothing, Steve, really.”
“C’mon, please?”
Eddie relented but didn’t meet his eyes. “During the holocaust, the Nazis put pink triangles like that on gay men so everyone knew they were queer. Did the same with Jews and yellow stars. It was labeling all of them as the worst of the worst. They aren’t used like that anymore, it’s been reclaimed in a sense. I got handed a pin with it at a gay bar in Indy, but I lost it so I tried embroidering my own.” He laughed at himself, still avoiding Steve’s gaze. The jock’s eyes went to his hands to see if he was playing with his rings—he wasn’t yet. “It sounds dumb, I know.”
“It isn’t. It’s cool,” Steve insisted. “I had no idea.” Had no idea I took the gay shirt, either. Robin would be losing it right now if she were here. “You’re proud, you want to show who you are in a world where you can’t. It’s not dumb at all.”
They elapsed into another comfortable silence, broken only when Eddie handed him a bottle of water instead of a beer and said they should stay sober if they didn’t want to sleep outdoors. Steve agreed. While he didn’t mind staying at Eddie’s overnight, sleeping in the elements was a different story. The wind picked up and blew clouds across the sky, covering the Aquila constellation that reminded Steve a little too much of Eddie. The temperature continued to drop and Steve wished he had his jacket back, or at least his sweater that Eddie brought.
“Can I have the keys to the truck?”
“Why?” Eddie’s brows furrowed in concern. “Are you done? I can take you home if you want, I’m sorry I kept you out so long. We can go, I’m sorry Steve-” He started collecting their things and Steve grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“I just want my sweater, it’s okay, we don’t have to go,” Steve reassured him. Eddie didn’t seem to listen, didn’t seem to hear, and continued shoving their empty beer bottles into the case they came in. “ Eddie .” Without thinking, he grabbed the metalhead by the chin and forced Eddie to look at him. He looked like a cornered rat when he finally did. “Listen to me. I don’t want to leave. I’m cold and I’m not taking back my jacket.”
This time, Eddie didn’t resist their closeness. He stayed right in Steve’s grip and the jock was acutely aware of the stubble rubbing against his palm. “Promise?”
“I promise. Wait, what are you doing? I said I didn’t want it back.”
Eddie had taken off the jacket as soon as Steve released his chin. He motioned for the jock to lay back down, draping it over the two of them. They had to scoot close together for it to cover their broad torsos. It wasn’t that much warmer—if anything Eddie’s body heat was more effective at stopping Steve from shivering—but it was something.
To take his mind off of all the little points where his body and Eddie’s touched, Steve turned his attention to the stars overhead. He found the bright star with the two on either side that Eddie had pointed out and thought of Ganymede. Had there really ever been a man so beautiful that a god would steal them away? The first person he pictured when Eddie mentioned the ‘most lovely man’ was the metalhead himself, even though Steve was sure that somewhere out there, there must be people more attractive. Not to him, but to some.
His eyes found the constellation above it, the one that looked like a figure-eight. Steve found its story absurd. Why would anyone go down into the underworld to save their dead wife? Why risk their life to save someone who is already gone?
But what if it were Eddie? What if he was dead and you could save him?
He was transported back to that night in the Upside Down. The night they defeated Vecna. The night downtown was destroyed and they had all almost lost their lives. Steve had scars on his sides where the bats tore off and ate his flesh. Eddie had more. Had more scars, more marks, more pain, more traumatic memories. What if he had died? What if Steve and Dustin hadn’t gotten to him in time? What if he and Robin weren’t able to hoist him out of the Upside Down and back into Hawkins to get him to a hospital? As he thought about it, he realized that it wasn’t absurd to want to risk his life to save someone he cared about. Steve knew in his heart that he would’ve marched straight back through the Upside Down again and again if it meant that Eddie was safe.
“I’ve wanted to take you here for a long time,” Eddie admitted suddenly. He didn’t need to talk louder than a whisper for Steve to hear. “Ever since this spring. I suppose I wanted to pay you back for everything you have done for me. Just never thought Steve Harrington would be up for chilling with Eddie the Freak outdoors in the elements.”
“To be fair, I never did agree to this. You just told me to be ready at eight thirty.” There was a gust of wind and Steve moved closer to Eddie for warmth, trying to fit more of himself under the jacket. “If I had known we would be outside all night, I would’ve worn something warmer.”
Eddie chuckled. “You make a good date, though.”
“Is that what this is?” Steve asked, more to himself than to Eddie. “Is it a date or a joke or what is all of this?”
The metalhead was quiet. “It’s a dumb joke. Of course it is, Steve.”
Steve’s heart plummeted moreso than sunk. “I guess I was kind of hoping it wasn’t just a joke.” What are you doing?!
“You don’t want that,” Eddie said. “You wouldn’t want a date with me. Look at this, I’m bad at dates. I’m not fancy like you, I got some cheap beer and a blanket and I call this a date.”
“Yeah tough. It’s the best damn date I’ve been on, Munson,” Steve snapped. He didn’t know where the fuck he was going with this. Didn’t know what the hell he was saying or why the words didn’t stop coming out. “It’s like when I’m with you I don’t have to think. I don’t have to be this gentleman or this player or this whatever everyone expects ‘King Steve’ to be. I can just be me with you because you know me. Nothing else matters. Nothing needs to matter. I can be with you and you can be with me and we don’t have to be King Steve and Eddie the Freak. We can just be friends on this date and it’s great.”
“ Oh, you're the best friend that I ever had ,” Eddie began to sing in a whisper. “ I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine and I want you to know. That my feelings are true.… ” The lyrics ended in the same place that they did on the car ride there.
“The dude isn’t wrong, you know.”
“What dude?”
“Queen or whoever the guy is. You know, my feelings are true and all.”
Eddie pulled away slightly, turning himself to look at Steve. “What are you saying?”
Steve swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat since Eddie started singing. “You’re my best friend.” Before the metalhead could say anything in response, they were kissing.
It took Eddie a second to fully comprehend what was happening. Hell, it took Steve a second too and he was the one who initiated the kiss. His brain had become a numb buzzing of incoherent ideas and broken trains of thought. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Steve was reminded of his dream. He remembered their imaginary kiss not feeling as wrong as he expected it to feel, kissing another guy. But at the highest point in Hawkins, under a canopy of stars and Steve’s jacket, nothing had ever felt so right.
Steve didn’t realize that his hand was in Eddie’s hair until he flexed his fingers and the metalhead let out the smallest groan onto his lips. He did it again and Eddie nipped Steve’s lip in retaliation, going right back to kissing the jock as soon as he did. Steve couldn’t get over how tenderly Eddie kissed him, as if Steve were made of glass that his lips would shatter into a million pieces. As if the slightest touch would undo him.
At some point the metalhead pulled him closer, rolling from his side to his back and allowing Steve to straddle him. His mouth opened underneath Steve’s and their tongues met in a fiery heat of pent up emotions. Steve still couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe that he was kissing the same dumb boy that he was jealous of stealing Dustin’s attention that spring. Couldn’t believe that his tongue was inside the mouth of the man that had risked his life to protect Steve and their friends in the Upside Down. Couldn’t believe that after everything they had been through together, Eddie Munson was kissing him back.
There was a tugging on his jeans as Eddie’s fingers hooked Steve’s belt loops and pulled him closer still, deepening the kiss. Steve was painfully aware of his erection and hoped that the metalhead didn’t notice as it brushed his stomach, because Steve certainly did and it sent a shiver down his spine. From his belt loops, Eddie’s hands made their way over Steve’s body, gripping his ass, on his waist, under his shirt…
A phantom voice from his dream spoke in Steve’s head. What do you say, big boy? Should we get busy?
Suddenly the hands on him felt unwelcome, wanting something more. What had Robin said? You don’t want to lead Eddie on . Was this leading him on? Did he expect sex or something from Steve? Fuck he wasn’t even sure he knew how gay sex worked much less if he wanted to do it. If Eddie were a woman, they would probably be fucking in a field right now, but Eddie wasn’t a woman and it wasn’t fair to wish he was just so it would make Steve’s feelings and inexperience easier to sort out.
The metalhead looked hurt when Steve clambered off him, sitting back on his knees and wiping the saliva from his mouth. “I’m not trying to lead you on or anything” he blurted, Robin’s words on the tip of his tongue. “I really like you, Eddie, I just don’t want to…It’s too fast….”
“Hey, kissing is fine. I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to do, Steve. We can go at your pace,” Eddie reassured him. He found the jock’s hand and placed it between his own. It looked silly, Steve’s large hand between Eddie’s small ones, but it was comforting all the same. “I really like you too, you know. Have for a long time.”
Steve laughed to himself. It was a rather roundabout way of coming out and telling Eddie that he liked him and finding out that Eddie liked him back. They had come a long way from sitting outside the Starcourt bathrooms. “I guess that makes both of us gay or queer or whatever,” Steve said, quoting his words from that night.
“I guess it does.” There was a pause while they held each other’s gazes, broken only by the ever so slight glance at each other’s lips. Eddie’s voice was a plea when he spoke. “May I kiss you again?”
Heat rose to Steve’s face. “Oh, um yeah.”
The metalhead raised an eyebrow. “‘Yeah’ isn’t a yes, sweetheart. Yes or no. I need you to say yes if I’m going to kiss you, not ‘yeah,’ okay?”
Steve meant it wholeheartedly when he said “yes,” as breathless as he did. He didn’t recall anyone ever bothering to make sure he was comfortable before doing something even as small as kissing. It was fucking hot that he did.
Eddie cupped his face in his palm and gently brought them together, brushing their lips together once, twice, before parting his lips and giving Steve access to his mouth and tongue. He was sweet about it. Gentle, caring. As their lips met over and over, the only thing going through Steve’s head was: I’m kissing Eddie Munson. I’m kissing my best friend. He was by no means a bad kisser, the jock decided almost instantly. The numbness in his mind and the hardness in his pants could attest for that. It wasn’t about what Eddie did with his mouth that was so sweet, but what he did with everything else. Despite Steve being on top again, Eddie had the control. He held Steve steady, with one arm wrapped around him and the other free to roam over Steve’s body. His back, his hair, his ass, under his shirt, anywhere. Without the pressure of something more on his mind, the touch felt comfortable, intimate ; much more intimate than a first or second date had ever felt. Even with Nancy. The closeness and warmth that Eddie seemed to radiate was like nothing Steve had ever experienced when kissing anyone.
Eddie pulled back slightly, letting their foreheads rest together and their heavy breathing envelop one another.
“You okay?”
“Cold. I’m all right other than that, sweetheart.”
Steve suppressed the noise that crawled into his throat at the name. It was okay to let them out while they made out, but after they had stopped, Steve felt a little more exposed. “Let’s go back then, before we both freeze.”
“I’m not explaining why I’m bringing home Steve Harrington at midnight to my uncle,” Eddie said pointedly.
“My house. No parents, it's fine.” Steve closed the distance between them once more, and Eddie’s mouth opened for him almost instantly. He relished the feeling of their tongues together; it was no longer urgent, no longer an unsatisfied hunger, simply something to take in and enjoy to its fullest. He pulled back after a few moments. “Before you say it, yes, this is how I bring girls home. And yes, it does work and it better work on you because I cleaned my entire house.”
Steve could feel Eddie’s smile on his lips as he kissed him again. “I told you not to try so hard, Stevie.” The jingle of keys tore through their intimate quiet and Steve felt them being pressed into his hand. “Are you good to drive? If we get pulled over for DUI they will arrest the shit out of me.”
“I can drive. I weigh more anyway and we had the same amount of beer.”
Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s forehead and started to collect their things. He was still in a hurry, but not a panic-filled one. They started the descent down Weathertop in the same good spirits that they had ascended in, with Eddie wearing Steve’s jacket and Steve wrapped in Eddie’s blanket. Every once in a while they would bump shoulders or hands and they would smile giddily, high on some drug called “I just made out with my crush.”
Eddie put their things in the truck as Steve climbed into the driver’s seat and mapped out where everything was. He didn’t think that crashing Wayne’s car would make a good impression. When the metalhead returned, they pulled back onto Denfield heading east. It was easier to pretend that the Creel house wasn’t there if Steve couldn’t see it at night, but not even memories of Vecna could dampen his high spirits. The same three words were running on repeat through his head. I kissed Eddie, I kissed Eddie, I kissed Eddie, I kissed Ed-
A comfortable weight fell on Steve’s thigh and he looked down to see Eddie’s hand resting on it. It looked casual, nonchalant, as if Steve’s leg was nothing more than an armrest or a side table. His rings glittered ever so slightly where Eddie’s fingers wrapped around the jock’s knee. Steve admired the move, understanding for the first time why girls went batshit crazy for that kind of thing. It felt possessive—in a good way—like he was all Eddie’s. The thought excited and frightened him at the same time.
“Eddie?”
“Steve?”
“What is happening?” He prayed that his voice wouldn’t crack.
Eddie’s thumb started rubbing over Steve’s leg soothingly. “Well I think you’re taking me back to your house, unless I’m sorely mistaken.”
“I mean with us.”
“Anything you want, nothing more. Before tonight I had no idea that you liked guys like that. So I’m just playing this by ear.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“What?”
Steve hesitated. “Anything?”
“Yes.”
The drive back felt much longer than the drive there. Partially because of Eddie’s speeding, partially because of the air of anticipation that hung over them. Neither of them knew what would happen when they got back, didn’t know what going back to an empty house without parents would lead to. If Steve could go back and tell his high school self that this is how he would be spending a Saturday night, past-Steve would’ve slapped the shit out of him. The people that the jock took back to his house usually left drunk or having seen Steve’s dick, and insinuating that Eddie Munson would leave either of those two things would’ve earned him at least a black eye.
But fuck, was it wrong to want the second one to happen?
The Harrington house was cold and empty and spotless when they arrived, but Steve had never been more glad. They went in through the garage and the jock closed the door behind them as they entered. Almost immediately, he found himself pinned against the door with Eddie on top of him. The metalhead’s breath hot and heavy against Steve as he kissed up his jaw and over his neck, leaving tender love bites and sucking marks that Steve knew would bruise. As he did, Eddie ground his hips into Steve’s, searching for any friction he could get with his dick. Steve could feel the insistent press of the other man’s boner against him, and knew that Eddie could feel his own. He let out a low whine that was amplified tenfold in the vaulted foyer.
“Someone’s sensitive, huh?” What had left his mouth a murmur echoed around them. Eddie nipped playfully at Steve’s ear, sucking on his lobe. “All hot and bothered for me.”
Steve couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck maybe Eddie was right for treating him like glass earlier, because holy shit he just might break if Eddie kept it up. “B- bedroom ,” he managed between heavy breaths. “Upstairs.”
Eddie just rolled his hips into Steve in response. “Don’t let your pants control you, big boy. I’m sure you can- oh -!”
Steve never knew what the metalhead was so sure of, as he was cut short by strong arms lifting him bridal-style off his feet. The jock pretended not to notice how far Eddie’s shirt had ridden up when he was lifted into Steve’s arms. Pretended not to notice the exposed scars and tattoos and fine dark hair that marked the metalhead’s body. Pretended that the sight didn’t make blood rush to his cock. He settled for watching the delight on Eddie’s face as he carried him up the stairs to his bedroom. Eddie’s elated giggles made Steve smile to himself and it made him forget all about why he was so frustrated about the metalhead being a brat in the first place.
He threw open the door and layed a giddy Eddie on his bed, hurrying to close the curtains. The light hadn’t been turned on and with the curtains closed, the golden light from the lamp outside was snuffed out save for a crack where the two pieces of fabric met. Steve didn’t mind the darkness if it meant Eddie couldn’t see how often he made the jock blush.
“Not into exhibitionism, Stevie?” the metalhead snickered from the bed, earning him a bruising kiss as Steve smashed their mouths together, not caring if a lip got pinched or a tongue got bitten. It was wet and sloppy and just fueled the fire in his pants. Eddie pulled Steve onto the bed with him and positioned himself so he was over the jock. They fell right back into grinding against each other, and Steve mentally scolded himself for not working out as often after high school. Getting his ass off the bed to grind into Eddie was an ab workout in itself; he was aching in all the wrong—and right—places. His jeans were too fucking tight and the denim between them was almost impossible to find purchase in.
Steve pulled back into his pillow, letting his lips fall away from Eddie’s. “Do you think we could maybe go a little further tonight?”
“What are you thinking, sweetheart?
Yes, he was definitely glad of the darkness. “Remember when I said I liked oral…? Could we-?”
Eddie grinned and Steve knew there was no reason for him to have been embarrassed to ask. “I’d be honored to be the first guy to suck Harrington cock. If you’re okay with it, I am too. I told you I’m taking this at your pace.”
Steve scoffed at the “first to suck Harrington cock” comment but deep down he was more excited than he would’ve liked to admit.
Eddie slid gracefully off the bed and urged Steve to sit at the edge, gently nudging his legs open as he tightened his ponytail. He let his hands rest on Steve’s thighs, nodding to the jock’s clothed erection with a “may I?”
Steve nodded in response, but Eddie raised his eyebrows again until he said “yes” before going to undo Steve’s belt and fly. When his pants were open, the metalhead hooked a finger under Steve’s waistband. “Are you sure this is what you want? We don’t have to if you’re not ready. I know this is fast.”
“ Yes ,” Steve whined. “Please Eds.” If Eddie didn’t remove his briefs for him, Steve was sure that his dick would rip through them and fly out of its own accord. He had to lift his ass off the mattress as Eddie crossed that line, tugging Steve’s jeans and underwear down to his ankles. Steve suddenly became very aware of how his dick looked, red tipped, leaking precum, dark curly hair at the base. Was he supposed to have shaved that like girls did? He supposed that it would’ve made himself look a little longer, though he didn’t know if that mattered to Eddie or not either.
A guitar-calloused hand tore him from his self-conscious musings as Eddie took Steve’s dick and stroked it experimentally, carefully watching the jock’s face to see his reaction. The reaction he might’ve seen was “oh shit, fuck ,” but Steve tried not to think about that.
“I guess that nickname wasn’t far off, huh, big boy?” Eddie teased with a wink. A part of Steve hoped that the metalhead couldn’t feel his pulse racing under his palm, because Steve certainly could. The darkness was good for hiding blush but it didn’t do much for hiding increased blood flow to his cock. “Should’ve known you were so big, being a ladies man and all.”
Even if he was just stroking Steve’s ego, it was fucking working. He felt more confident and more relaxed with another guy touching him like that for the first time, and Steve was grateful that that guy was Eddie. The metalhead found his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before dipping his head down to press kisses up the sides of Steve’s thighs. It tickled, and Eddie’s stubble rubbed against him ever so slightly, but it turned Steve on all the same. The kisses turned into little nips and bites on the soft skin of his inner thighs, and then to Steve swallowing thickly as Eddie ran his tongue up the underside of his dick, sending a shiver down his spine. With little kitten licks, Eddie lapped the precum off the tip with his tongue, maintaining stupid sexy eye contact with the jock. It was like the ice cream all over again, Steve thought as he resisted the urge to buck his hips into Eddie’s face.
He was almost disappointed when Eddie’s face disappeared from view, but it was short lived as a moment later, his cock was enveloped in the metalhead’s warm, wet mouth. Steve bit his lip, stifling a groan and he could tell that Eddie tried to smile with the soft “mm” and the way his lips tightened around the jock’s cock. Slowly, languidly, Eddie began to move. With one thigh in an iron grip, he bobbed his head up and down, letting Steve’s cock slide effortlessly in and out of his mouth. Steve could feel the rings on Eddie’s hand and a small part of him that there are imprints on his skin after. He instinctively reached for Eddie’s hair as the metalhead’s pace picked up, once again finding his hand wrapped in Eddie’s dark curls. Eddie moaned and the vibrations around Steve’s dick sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He bucked his hips up in response, forcing his cock down Eddie’s throat and making him gag.
A furious tapping on Steve’s side made him let go of the metalhead’s hair, and Eddie came off his dick with a wet pop . “Jesus, Harrington, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t have a gag reflex.” He went back to stroking Steve with his hand and didn’t miss the way the jock pouted. “You like when I take your cock all the way in my mouth, don’t you baby?”
Steve nodded fervently and Eddie stopped stroking.
“Use your words baby…”
“Fuck, Eddie, yes.”
“There’s a good boy.” Eddie continued stroking and Steve fucked his fist to meet his strokes.
“Can I watch you touch yourself too?” Steve asked suddenly.
“Greedy, aren’t you, big boy?” But he unzipped his jeans all the same and took out his cock. Even in the darkness Steve could tell it was flushed and dripping. Eddie jerked them to the same rhythm, and Steve could hardly tear his eyes from the metalhead’s other hand. When he saw Eddie’s smirk, he knew he had done something right. “Like what you see babe? C’mon, let’s make you feel good. Do you want to cum in my hand or down my throat?”
“Your throat-” Steve sputtered. “God, Eddie, please your throat.” He was well past the point of feeling embarrassed for begging for it.
“That’s right, good boy, Stevie.” Again, Eddie maintained eye contact with him as he took Steve’s entire dick into his mouth and down his throat, shutting his eyes and slacking his jaw at the last second to brace for his gag reflex. His nose was buried in the hair at the base of Steve’s dick and there was something so unneededly erotic about how sexy Eddie looked with his dick down his throat.
The metalhead picked up his pace and braced one hand on Steve’s thigh, the other still pumping away at his own dick. His tongue caressed the underside of Steve’s cock as he went up and down on it, taking a moment to suck on Steve’s tip and twirling his tongue around it. The sensations rippled throughout the jock’s body and Steve let out a breathy moan.
“Don’t be shy baby…” Eddie purred, coming off of Steve’s dick for a moment.
The name only added to the heat slowly building in Steve’s gut and he rutted into the metalhead’s throat as soon as his mouth was enveloping him once more. “Please, Eds, go faster.” He moaned again and that time it wasn’t so breathy.
To say Eddie relented enthusiastically would be an understatement. He absolutely went to town on Steve’s cock as if it was their last night on earth and the only thing that would save them was to suck the soul from Steve’s body through his dick. Steve became a whining mewling mess in mere seconds and completely stopped caring about how loud he should or shouldn’t be as he saw stars. “Fuck! Eddie- holy shit please, Eds, please - mhh-!”
He came hot down Eddie’s throat, panting and fully convinced that it would be too much for the metalhead to handle as he fucked his mouth hard through his orgasm. When he was spent, Steve felt Eddie gently come off his dick to swallow, returning to lick any cum he had missed off Steve’s dick. If he hadn’t just cummed his brains out, that would’ve made Steve hard instantly.
He laid back on the bed, pants still around his ankles and legs hanging over the edge, and Eddie joined him there with his own dick out. As Steve caught his breath, Eddie pressed little kisses to Steve’s jaw and to the two moles on his cheek. When their lips found each other’s, Steve was convinced that there was no better feeling in the world. They kissed slowly, deliberately, taking the time to feel each other that they didn’t earlier. It didn’t matter when Steve whimpered into Eddie’s mouth, the metalhead just shushed him with sweet nothings; little I’m heres and I got yous.
At some point it occurred to Steve that Eddie hadn’t come and he had selflessly stopped stroking himself to comfort him. Before he had even registered what he was doing, Steve reached out into the darkness and took Eddie’s half-hard cock in hand, nursing it back to attention. Eddie sucked in a breath and smiled against Steve’s lips gratefully. A second hand joined the jock’s as Eddie set a rhythm he liked, and he soon came with moans stifled by Steve’s mouth.
They laid there, breathless and sweaty for a while. Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was ten, Steve didn’t know. He kissed Eddie once more before standing and stepping out of his clothes, walking down the hall to the bathroom and running a washcloth under warm water for him and Eddie. After, Steve filled a tall glass of water in the kitchen and brought it to the metalhead as he set to wiping Eddie clean of their fluids. It may have been his first time getting sucked off by a guy, but it was by no means Steve’s first time with aftercare. Eddie exchanged the glass for the washcloth and did the same for Steve.
They didn’t say much—they didn’t need to—just little things here and there as Steve found pajamas for both of them. They didn’t go into separate rooms as they changed, even though the light from the hall let them see more of each other than they could in the darkness of Steve’s room. Eddie murmured soft praises about how good Steve had been for him between kisses, and Steve held the metalhead close to his chest once they were tucked into bed. There had been no questioning if Eddie would stay the night or not, they both knew that he planned to long before Steve had handed him his clothes to wear. There was something about being friends for so long, about being so close yet so far away from each other that whole time, that made both of them not want to be away from each other any longer.
“Eddie?” Steve whispered into the darkness.
“Steve?” the darkness replied back.
“What if we went steady?”
Eddie laughed softly and Steve could feel the vibrations against his chest. “Are you asking me out, big boy?”
“I’m asking you to be my boyfriend.”
Steve knew the answer before it left Eddie’s lips.
“I would love that, sweetheart.”
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