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It’s almost 11:30 at the frat house when Eddie feels two strong arms wrap around his waist, hoist him up from his spot in the smoke session, his entire world whirls around him in a spinning blur, curtained by the sight of his hair before he’s being placed on his feet again, completely away from the group.

“Hey baby,” Steve's voice is sickly sweet in his ear. 

Eddie scoffs, turning his head and resting his chin on his own shoulder to look up at him. Steve’s scent invades his senses and Eddie thinks he should steal his bottle of cologne because he likes the smell of Steve more. 

Eddie scoffs, rustles a bit in his grip but doesn’t put up too much of a fight. Steve nuzzles his nose into Eddie’s neck and breathes in his scent. “And did I say you can touch me, Steven?” 

Steve’s mouth twitches, looks over his shoulder at his friends he’d been talking with before squeezing Eddie a little bit tighter around the waist. “C’mon baby, you’re still mad at me?” Steve’s eyes are glistening beneath the purple lighting of the frat house. 

Eddie steps out of his hold, slapping at Steve’s arms as to release him. His back cools instantly from the loss of body warmth against him. 

When he turns, Steve is looking down at him, still in his personal space but giving him enough room to escape if Eddie truly feels the need. 

He doesn’t. 

He is still a little pissed though. “You left me for 2 hours without cumming, yes, I'm still mad, Stefan.” Eddie pokes him in the chest.

Steve winces, rubs at the spot. It’s playful, a little dramatic, because he knows leaving Eddie high and dry was wrong.  

“I'm here now, baby.” Steve is all but purring, eyes glossy and red. Probably from when Eddie arrived at the party; Steve was in the corner and had a beer and a long blunt between his fingers, laughing and smoking with Argyle. Eddie was annoyed at the simple sight his face and turned towards the drink table instead of making his way over to Steve like Eddie would typically do at a party like this. Instead, Eddie had grabbed Nancy by linking their elbows together before plowing through the crowd. 

Steve, very annoyingly, looks fucking sexy right now. He’s in full frat mode. His baseball cap is swapped around, a small tuft of soft looking hair that Eddie is trying very hard not to look at.

“Yeah, and you’re annoying me—“ Eddie elbows Steve in the ribs causing him to huff out a slightly pained breath, releasing Eddie who spins on his heel, facing Steve finally. He’s able to take in his appearance up close, mouth twinged red— lip balm— Eddie wants to kiss him. 

“Duly noted,” Steve relents, holding his side still. 

The other hand comes up to reach for Eddie’s hip but stops before he makes contact settling on his own hip instead, standing in that stance Eddie hates (loves). Like someones in trouble. If anyones in trouble here, it’s Steve.

“Ohh c’moonnn” Steve pouts, finally touching Eddie’s waist delicately. Eddie glares, Steve backs off, throws both hands up in the air and steps back a step. It’s enough distance to really take in Steve’s outfit, which is just his tight pair of jeans. The jeans that Eddie can get a handful of ass, jiggle it a little bit. And one of Eddie’s favorite shirts of Steve’s. It’s the torn one ripped into a crop top, it’s probably from Steve’s freshman year, it’s frayed at the collar, has holes missing around the chest area. It’s very well worn, but Eddie likes it. Steve wears it well.

“Fine,” Steve sighs, not winning the argument. “When you’re done being mad come find me. I will be waiting for you,” Eddie rolls his eyes, someone tapping at Eddie's shoulder as they hand him a half smoked joint. Eddie steps around Steve, leaving him standing like an idiot— which Steve is— and goes back to his smoke session with Jonathan. 

Eddie thinks Steve can do with a few more hours of groveling. 

Eddie glances over his shoulder at Steve, he senses Steve moving away, going back to his bros or whatever he was doing before Eddie popped up on his radar. Eddie is blissfully aware that everyone in the room knows exactly what’s happening here. Again. 

Jonathan looks between Eddie and over his shoulder at his gaze, both of them watching Steve’s retreating figure. 

Jonathan smirks. “Boyfriend problems?” He asks. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, snorting and looking back at Steve’s retreating figure as he moves away with his crowd of frat brothers. Eddie hates how specially aware of Steve he is at all times. Like they’re magnets drawn together that Eddie can always feel that pull towards. His true north. 

He’s more than annoyed. 

“Fuck off.” Eddie says, cause Jonathan knows. He just chuckles, eyes squinted and shakes his head at Eddie. 

Jonathan takes zero offense, just pulls an arm up and over Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him closer before pushing them towards the crowded kitchen. “C’mon, let's find Robin, I'm sure there’s all kinds of trouble she can get into around here.” 

The two of them explore the house until they find Robin and Nancy in the kitchen together, Nancy cutting lemons and placing them into the large punch bowl while Robin empties a whole liter of vodka into said punchbowl. 

Nancy’s eyes widen at Eddie in an unspoken kind of conversation, asking for help. “Hey Buckley, got something on your mind?” Eddie grins in his own typical fashion, looking between Robin and the entire bottle of vodka she’s pouring into the punchbowl. Robin keeps eye contact, unscrews the bottle of tequila, doesn’t blink even once as she dumps it in the punch bowl. 

“Fuck you, Eddie.” Robin mutters, splashes a handful of sliced lemons, spilling all over the counter. Jungle juice splattering the counter. 

“For what?” Eddie cackles. Nancy is rolling her eyes when Eddie looks over at her for help. 

“Robin won’t tell me either.” Nancy says, she’s holding a bottle of Malibu just out of reach. 

Robin reaches over, gets her nibble fingers around the neck, manages more than a few gulg glug glugs before Nancy manages to get a good enough grip to stop a major spillage all over the counter. Nancy scowls at Robin who continues sniffling random juice containers. Inspecting bottles. 

Eddie and Nancy share a look. “She probably won’t tell any one of us until she’s hunched over the toilet later,” Eddie says, watches as Robin finally grabs a red solo cup, scoops some of the punch into it and drinks. 

“Fuck—this is a stage four problem, isnt it?” Jonathan winces beside Eddie. Robin doesn’t say anything. She just scoops too much punch into her red solo cup in second round, and with a two fingered salute she walks away into the crowd. 

Nothing about what’s happened between Robin and Eddie lets Eddie know that Robin is mad at him specifically, but they all know something is wrong with the girl tonight. 

Jonathan takes that moment of the freshly poured punch bowl and quickly grabs three cups for them. They watch as Robin pushes through the sea of people and vanishes into the crowd. 

“...Vickie?” Jonathan asks. He’s not too concerned yet, that comes later. When Robin will be viciously drunk monopolizing the bathroom. “Vickie.” Nancy and Eddie confirm, taking a deep breath before knocking their cups together and slamming their drinks.  

Robin can be found an hour later, dancing to ABBA on the kitchen island, Eddie watching from his position against the counter.

“Wow. She's having fun.” Eddie hears from beside him. 

Eddie turns his head and his eyes fall on red hair, a wicker hat and then cupcake earrings. 

“Hey Vickie. How are you?” Eddie asks, slightly awkward, hoping to god Robin does not look down towards where he’s standing. 

“I'm good,” Vickie nods, then flicks her head towards Robin who’s flicking her hair around wildly, shouting lyrics to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! at the top of her lungs. 

“She’s a wild child that one.” Vickie laughs, onlt the tiniest bit forced. 

“Yeah,” Eddie laughs, equally uncomfortable and forced. He rubs the nape of his neck awkwardly, looking towards Robin for a moment. He meets Vickie’s eyes again and the two of them share an unsaid conversation. “She is. She’s having fun.” 

Eddie doesn’t say anything else and neither does Vickie. The both look up just as Robin is hopping off the island, skipping off towards her drink and being called away and out of the room without noticing Vickie at all. 

From across the room, Eddie notices Nancy with Jonathan, staring at the two of them standing together. His eyes widen, a slight nod towards Vickie as he asks for help. 

Vickie turns to Eddie, seriously. “Does— did Robin tell you what happened?” 

Eddie shakes his head. “No.” But he thinks he knows. 

Robin hasn’t said a word so far, hasn’t told Eddie or Nancy or even Steve a thing about how their hang out ended. 

Eddie remembers the moment he picked Robin up (in Steve's car) from the bowling alley, and she got into the car, Eddie had smiled, asked how it went. 

Robin had simply pulled her toque off her head, leaned froward and screamed into the fabric. 

Eddie couldn’t do much except drive her home, as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window. 

That was two nights ago. 

It’s been pretty much radio silence from Robin towards everyone even though Robin and Nancy live together. 

And Eddie doesn’t want to push anything. 

Except he does. 

He wants to know how to help Robin, but it can’t be from Vickie— because as of right now— Vickie wasn’t the right person to ask about Robin. 

“Hey Vickie!” Nancy’s happy voice passes over the subtle tension between them 

“Nancy! hi.” Vickie seems to tense up. She knows Nancy and Robin live together. Nancy’s eyes pass over Vickie and then flick to Eddie, a whole conversation being had between the two of them. 

Nancy’s eyes slip off Eddie, and she smiles at Vickie. “How’s the party treating you?” Nancy falls into her nice girl conversational ways as Eddie slips out of the room to find Robin. 

Eddie steps into the living room, hears Robin's raspy but lovely singing coming from the dining room—Eddie hates how the frat house is structured. It makes no fucking sense. 

“Hey Buckley.” Eddie purrs out, grabbing his best friend with an arm around her shoulders. “How’s it going girl?” 

Robin is smiling, all squinty eyes and white teeth but she’s got a light blush on her cheeks. 

“I need to pee,” she tells him over the music. She inhales and holds her breath for a moment. Eyes pleading. 

Which is code for she’s about two minutes from a nice puke and rally. 

“Alright.” Eddie nods, “Lead the way m’lady.” 

They follow that distinct path up the stairs, see all of the regular bathroom’s have been taken up, and decide to head straight up to the en suite. The two frat pledges standing at the bottom of the stairs immediately shuffle out of the way, granting them entrance to Steve’s room. 

“Get Steve.” Eddie says firmly as Robin stumbles up the stairs. The pledge’s eyes widen, nodding as he immediately fucks off down the hallway. 

Eddie follows Robin up the stairs towards the bathroom, holds the door with the broken lock closed and closes his eyes as she uses the toilet, gives her a moment or two, tries not to listen, but smiles fondly to himself when the girl hiccups to herself. 

“Need to pee?” She asks when she finishes, the toilet flushed. Eddie shakes his head and finally opens his eyes. Robin is stock still, rooted in spot. “Good.” Robin says simply before leaning down in a split second and throwing up—fuck.

Eddie is quick to hold her hair, rub her back until it's all out and he even manages to place his hand beneath her face just before it can rest against the bare toilet seat. 

Eddie is a good friend. 

“Wanna talk now?” Eddie asks in the softest voice he only reserves for Robin (and Steve) 

Robin wipes at her chin and lips with some tissue, spits some more into the toilet bowl. “She.. she said she’s in love with me—“ 

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together, confused. “Wha— Robin! that’s good, right?” Eddie eyes his friend for a moment. 

“She can’t love me—we just—we just told each other we like each other! It doesn’t.. doesn’t feel right-'' she whines pulling away from the toilet finally. 

“Love is so scary, Robs. But you can’t let being scared ever stop you from loving someone.” Eddie wipes a bit of puke from her chin with some toilet paper.

Robin moans, head lolling away, bumps the wall as she closes her eyes annoyed. “Easy for you to say. you already have the perfect relationship." Eddie can’t help the snort and laughter that escapes. 

“Robbie, my love. You are so drunk—“ the door opening cuts their conversation short. It's Steve.  

“Hey-” Steve grins seeing Eddie but his eyes flick towards Robin “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” his voice drops from happy and delighted to concerned and soft as he comes to her side. She leans into him, her head falling onto Steve’s shoulder as she goes quiet. 

“Vickie told me she loves me. and I—I just can’t Steve-“ Robin begins to cry, and Eddie appreciates the relationship the pair have. 

It’s something Eddie will never understand but he loves that she has him. 

“C’mon robbie, let's get you up into bed.” Steve coos, helping her up.  

They help Robin into a safe bedroom, Steve tucks her into a bed and Eddie waits outside for nearly 10 minutes until Steve comes out, quietly and face slightly frowning. 

“What’d she say?” Eddie whispers, looking towards the bedroom door as if he could see through it. 

“Just.. a bunch of bullshit about her not being able to love Vickie the way she deserves.” Steve waves a hand.  

“It’s just her self doubt coming back into play again. you know how it is.” Eddie nods, shifting on his feet for a moment, not meeting Steve's gaze. 

“I'm glad she has you.” Eddie acknowledges. 

Steve smiles, looks at the door for a second and nods, “Me too. She’s.. special. I think I talked her into believing that her love means something.” 

Eddie nods again, not sure what to say. Steve just reaches out for Eddie, and Eddie lets him because it's a tender moment.  

It’s fine.  

“I'm sorry I left you in your bed for two hours. It wasn’t right to do that." Steve's voice is soft, warm and like honey. It melts over Eddie’s bones and warms him from the inside out. Eddie shrugs, looking away. 

“I didn’t care about that, Steve.” Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“I know you didn’t. It was because I left without kissing you goodbye.” Eddie opens his mouth, snarky comment about not giving a shit what Steve does on the tip of his tongue when Steve just leans forward and kisses him once.

“I am sorry.” He whispers. Eddie sighs, looking down at their shoes that are almost touching, looking back up at Steve. 

Eddie caves immediately. Whatever. “Fine. but you owe me.” Eddie grins, before taking off down the hallway in quick succession. When he reaches the end of the hallway Steve is standing there like an idiot. 

“Where are you going?” He calls after him, then quiets himself remembering Robin asleep on the other side of the door. 

“Your bedroom!” Eddie shouts as he breaks into a full sprint up the stairs, taking them two at a time. 

He’s just wrapped his fingers around the door handle when he hears Steve. 

Steve’s heavy steps come down the hallway behind him and he’s giggling even before Steve’s hands reach for him. 

“You locked your door?” Eddie whines. Steve’s hands press into his sides, mouth peppering kisses along his neck, tickling him. Eddie gasps softly at the delicious drag of warm lips against his pulse point. 

“Mhm.” Steve hums. “So you’d have to come find me later when you wanted a place to sleep.” 

“Fuck off.” Eddie grins as Steve unlocks his door for them. 

“Come on then, Harrington,” Eddie turns around, runs a hand down his toned chest, and pulls Steve inside his bedroom with two fingers inside the front of his jeans. 

“Lets fuck.” Steve follows, mouth on Eddie’s hotly as Steve kicks the door closed behind them. 

This is how they are. 

All the time. 

Fucking like they hate each other. 

Fucking like they love each other 

There’s sometimes instances when they don’t see each other for days- a week even, but sometimes Steve will come home from the gym, toss his bag onto the floor, roll onto his fluffy bed and all but scream when Eddie finally makes his presence known beneath the large king size comforter. 

Then they’ll fuck in the shower cause Steve stinks, and Eddie likes the frat housewater pressure more than the ones in the dorms. 

Sometimes Steve will just show up at Eddie's room, Argyle will let him in, tell him he’s not home before leaving, often giving Steve a warning he will come back at 11pm because they’ve been there before. 

Sometimes they’ll just hang out, their friend group. Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Eddie, Robin and Vickie. Sometimes in the girls dorm since they’re nicer and bigger, but mostly at the fraternity house because it has the most room, and spare bedrooms where they all hang out for hours. 

Eddie doesn’t mind Steve when he’s like this, sorry and atoning. 

Eddie will never in a million years tell Steve he jerked off after he left the room and fell asleep, not even caring if Steve came back or not. 

Eddie just likes to have King Steve owe him one. Or a million. 

Eddie actually kind of likes Steve when he fucks up— or thinks he’s fucked up. Afterwards, when they’re laying in bed, Eddie has cum drying on his lower stomach and his chest is sweaty and Eddie is just rubbing him everywhere, touching, feeling, (loving.) 

Steve tries to make up for his behavior or lost time or whatever. 

Steve’s always making it up to Eddie.  

“We need to shower.” 

Steve snorts, “I know, when you had me on my stomach I felt the sweat dripping on my back.” Eddie grins, cracking one eye to find Steve already looking at him, eyes warm and soft like he loves Eddie. 

Steve leans forward and presses a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder before he gets up, 

Steve sits up on the edge of the bed, groaning as he puts a hand between his legs at his groin.

“Fuck,” he groans “Think I pulled a muscle when I was on my knees.” 

“Sorry sweetheart,” Eddie coos (too) sweetly sitting up, he crawls over and wraps an arm around Steve shoulder, presses kisses onto every inch of skin he can reach “Did I fuck you too rough?” 

Steve grins, head dropping for a moment as he smiles down at Eddie. 

“Maybe,” Steve turns his head to look at Eddie. Their faces are inches apart. “Wanna rub it better?” He’s flirting. Eddie doesn’t completely hate it. 

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just pulls Steve closer by his shoulder and slots their mouths together in a sideways kiss. Steve turns his body to press Eddie back on the bed, runs a hand through his rough sweaty hair and pulls. Eddie moans into his mouth and Steve slips his tongue inside. 

Steve’s hands travel lower as Eddie lays out beneath him on the bed but Steve is pulling away, whining in disgust from the sticky and cold cum on his fingertips. 

“Agh, so fucking gross.” Steve groans, pulling away from Eddie, who's smiling at him with that knowing smirk. Steve wipes his hand on a tissue from the bedside table. 

“Please tell me you’re not talking about my cum right now.” Eddie snorts. 

“It’s cold and sticky dude, do you even eat vegetables? This is so—“ It’s thick white cooling globs on his stomach. 

Eddie smirks. “I do not hear those complaints from anyone else.” 

Steve glares at Eddie. 

Steve makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. “Anyone else like who?” 

No one. 

“Someone.” Eddie shrugs. 

Steve launches himself over Eddie's body, laying over him, pins him down with that ridiculous athletic boy strength. “like who? Munson? I want names.” 

“Why?” Eddie pushes Steve's shoulders but Steve is grabbing his hands and pinning them to the bed, sticky cold come forgotten quickly as Eddie squirms beneath Steve. “Those are my fucks. Not yours.” 

Steve leans down, nestles his way in between Eddie's shoulder and neck and sucks. 

“Are you marking me?” Eddie says, a bit breathless at the feeling of his mouth on his skin. Eddie’s eyes close, enjoying the suction there, tingles rushing up his spine. 

“Just wanna know, so I know who’s ass I can kick.” Steve mumbles, sucking Eddies skin a bit harder again. 

“Fuck—“ Eddie moans, “You’re insane. Clinically, mentally, totally insane. The insanest.”  

“Mmh.” Steve pulls off with a slick pop, admiring his work of a nice purpling bruise. “Insanest isn’t a word.” He looks down at Eddie for a moment, sees he’s enjoying this and moves to the other side of his throat, sucking the skin there. 

All while pinning Eddie down on the bed. 

“You should get a tattoo here.” Steve mumbles, baring his teeth to bite into the slick flesh. Steve will never tell a soul he likes the taste of Eddie's sweat, he’s sure there’s some scientific reason behind it, thinks about the testosterone or the pheromones or whatever—makes him attracted to the taste— but Steve knows it’s probably just because it’s Eddie. It's all Eddie. 

“You should get a snake or a.. Rose..” He pulls back, the purpling bruises look so pretty on Eddie's skin. 

“How about.. Some cheese?” Eddie asks, opening his eyes. Steve rolls his eyes, the moment gone. 

“Yeah, Eddie, get a cheese neck tattoo.” Steve deadpans. “Sexy.” 

“I’d get Swiss.” Eddie murmurs as Steve rolls his eyes playfully. Steve pulls away and he already misses the heat and the warmth of Eddie's body beneath him. 

“C’mon, I'll warm up the shower.” Steve tells him, reaching down to toss him a pair of boxers from the floor. 

Eddie follows him to the bathroom, where they shower, wash the sex off their bodies, where Steve continues a little bit more, marking up Eddie’s skin. And he lets Steve do it all, likes the way Steve’s mouth feels on him. Definitely doesn’t mind the markings either, he loves when Steve leaves marks, some kind of fucked up part of him thinks that Steve’s posessiveness is sexy. 

When they’re finished, Steve gets out, brushes his teeth in the fogged up window, and Eddie follows suit, stepping beside him, pulling out his own toothbrush and they brush their teeth together. Steve doesn’t look over at Eddie when he spits but he knows the comment is coming. 

“spihhers are quihhers.” Eddie mumbles around his toothbrush. 

Steve watches as Eddie leans down and spits into the sink as well, grinning at him, toothpaste foaming at the corners of his mouth.

“Spitters are quitters.” Steve mocks. 

“Don’t tell me what I am, Steve. I don't like labels.” Eddie glares at him 

“Oh yeah, Mr. Freak.” Steve rolls his eyes, finishing brushing his teeth “Mr. Social outcast.” Eddie flicks his shoulder once, hard. Steve rubs at the spot, continuing on his little tangent about Eddie. “Mr. Leader of the lost sheep. You, Eddie Munson, don’t like to be labeled.” 

“I don’t.” Eddie scoffs, flicks Steve’s hard pec. “If anyone says differently they’re wrong.” 

“Okay, Eddie.” Steve brushes Eddie off, rinsing his mouth. He doesn't take notice when Eddie moves to leave the bathroom, but he does take notice when Eddie leaves and slams the door. 

Fuck. 

“For fuck sakes.” Steve mumbles, slamming the handle of the tap down to turn it off, and follows Eddie. 

When he gets back to his room, Eddie is already in Steve's bed, star fished right in the middle of the bed

“I need to go to sleep, Harrington.” Eddie mumbles into the pillows.

“Good, you can sleep on your side.”

“Again with the labeling” Eddie mocks, but rolls towards the wall 

as Steve lays on the bed, just as naked as Eddie, flipping off the lamp. 

When Eddie doesn’t turn around to spoon Steve, Steve huffs impatiently, rolls around, muttering something about hating when they fight and pulls Eddie by the waist with that dumb strength of his. 

Eddie lets him because it's not very often Eddie is the little spoon and because he also kind of feels safe in Steve's arms and also maybe because it was just a ruse to get Steve to be the big spoon, cause Eddie knows Steve can’t resist falling asleep in his arms. 

When Steve wakes in the morning, there’s a cup of lukewarm coffee on the nightstand, Eddie texted him twenty minutes ago, but it wasn’t anything just a simple “📸” emoji which probably meant Eddie went to his photography class. Steve rolls over, feels the cold space where Eddie laid, grabs his pillow and shoves it under his cheek to breathe in that spicy mixture of Eddie and Steve’s body wash. He falls back asleep, until hours later Steve feels the bed dip, arm sliding around his waist, nose nuzzling into his shoulder and a single kiss pressed to his skin before Eddie's breathing evens out. Steve moves slightly so they can tangle their legs, and fall asleep like that. 

It’s routine by now. Steve wakes to Eddie shuffling into his bed. Wraps his arms around Steve’s waist. More often than not Eddie rouses him from sleep with cold toes on Steve’s warm calves. 

They’re not dating. 

They never had that conversation. They sometimes never have any conversation. Until they do. 

Like when they wake some hours later, and talk about Robin. Or the party. But they never talk about it. And that’s completely fine for the both of them. There’s never supposed to be labels, or a defining moment where Steve decides he’s fallen in love with Eddie Munson. Just knows that Eddie is there sometimes when he wakes, and wouldn’t have it any other way. 

–

Eddie finds himself sitting in Robin's dorm, her pacing back and forth as she rambles on. “—and don’t even get me started on how Vickie dropped my hand when her friends from high school showed up- it was humiliating!” Robin sighs loudly.

“She dropped your hand?” Eddie asks, a little upset at the idea of Robin’s stomach dropping, looking at Vickie with those big sad doe eyes. Eddie feels nothing but the need to comfort his friend. 

Robin slaps her hand against her hip, “Yes! it was like I was a.. fucking— a..” 

“A secret?” Eddie offers.  

“Yes! a secret! I know this is Vickies first.. lesbian experience but fuck.. it’s just— it fucking hurt, okay? It hurt me.” Eddie nods, lets Robin breathe a little bit before he speaks “That’s very valid.” Eddie assures her she has a right to feel that way. 

“And then- oh god— she didn’t even say anything to me when I left the bowling alley, just sat with her friends in that fucking convertible and waved me off!” 

Eddie’s jaw drops. 

The door opening has both of them quieting. 

“Hey,” Nancy smiles, bringing two arms full of shopping bags into the room. 

 Eddie’s eyes catch Robins, a secret conversation being had. She was saying they’ll continue this later. “Sup Wheeler, what are you hauling there?”

Nancy perks up, smiles at her friends. “I got us some super cute things!” Nancy all but squeals happily, then proceeds to pull out every item, right until the last one which is for Robin. 

“I know you don’t like presents but I couldn’t not buy it.. It’s so you.” When Nancy pulls out a cashmere gold sweater with white jeans Robin can’t help her pout in appreciation.  

“It's so pretty!” Robin smiles, happy and pleased that Nancy thought of her. 

“The pants can go with anything and the sweater will match any pants too!” 

“This is so—“ Robin is smiling ear to ear. “Thank you” she walks over and crashes into Nancy, hugging her tightly. Eddie watches with a small smile but it fades for a moment when he notices the look on Nancy’s face, the way her eyes close and she hugs back, presses her nose closer into Robin’s shoulder as they hug.  

Interesting, Eddie thinks.  

“I also got something for Eddie too!” Nancy smiles, reaches into her purse, and tosses a small shiny object across the room at Eddie, he catches it in one hand and turns over his palm to look at the tiny metal elephant. 

“Oh, fucking sick Wheeler.” Eddie laughs at the small ring. “Thanks.” 

Nancy smiles, “It might turn your finger green though.” 

Eddie waves her off, slides it onto his finger, it’s a little big but he can just wrap some tape around to make it fit. He smiles. “It's sick, thanks.” 

“I got this for Steve so if you could give this to him tonight that’d be great.” Nancy hands him a little bag and Eddie eyes her for a moment. 

“Why would I give him your present?” 

Nancy continues rummaging through her bags with Robin, halfheartedly replies to Eddie, “Because I will be busy, me and Robin have a study session until 8 pm.” 

“I don’t think I'll see him tonight.” 

“And why not?” Nancy asks. “Doesn’t Steve have a chapters meeting tonight?” 

“Yeah, but I really wasn’t planning on it.” 

“Oh really? Three days since all of Delta Pi Sigma heard Steve Harrington being fucked into oblivion and you’re not going to see him tonight?” Eddie glares at the girl in front of him. She can really be a little mean when she wants to. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means your boyfriend shouldn’t go more than three nights without good dick, Eddie. He gets separation anxiety from your dick.” 

Robin snorts at that, inspecting a new rainbow sweater.  

“Yeah, dude. You’re a bad boyfriend.” 

Eddie is about to open his mouth to tell her off when there's a light knocking and Argyle and Jonathan are coming inside. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jonathan smiles, looking at the sight before him. 

Eddie suddenly realizes how Nancy and Robin are standing in front of him as he sits in the beanbag chair. It looks like a scolding. Eddie feels attacked. 

“Eddie is being a bad boyfriend.” 

Eddie turns towards Nancy, eyes squinted to tiny slits as he glares at his best friend “I am NOT a bad boyfriend.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

“I can’t be a bad boyfriend because I'm no one's boyfriend!” The entire room goes silent so Eddie waits and waits until Robin laughs then everyone else joins 

“Fuck you guys, me and Harrington are not together!” Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. His friends stress him out. 

“Fuck. You guys give me a headache, I swear. This was about Robin and her Vickie problems five minutes ago.” 

He’s a little mean. Robin pouts at him. 

“Come on Eds, be serious here. It's just us ladies.” Argyle teases. 

Eddie wants to leave. “I'm about to leave.” 

“Eddie-“ Jonathan coos “when we went home for spring break who did you demand drive you?” 

Eddie sighs. “Steve.”

“And whose house did you stay at because Wayne was gone for two weeks?” 

Again, he sighs. “Steve’s.” 

“Who’s lap do you sit on at every party when you’re absolutely wasted?” 

“That’s not fair I sit on Jonathan, Argyle’s, Robin's lap–” Eddie insists, but it falls on deaf ears.  

“Mmh—“ Robin tilts her head, making an unsure sound.  

“Nadda dude.” Argyle shakes his head. 

“Okay and who dragged you 5 hours to the city for a tournament?” 

“It was his birthday weekend?” Eddie tries “And I tormented him the whole time.” 

Which is true, Eddie had been an absolute menace with his big sign that said “i hate #23” There was so many sparkles in the hotel room by the end of the night he’s sure that’s why they never got their deposit for the hotel room back. 

“That’s not what the team told me.” Nancy giggles 

“The team are liars.” Eddie points out 

“Oh, so the team was also lying about say.. Les Mis?” 

Eddie gasps, entirely scandalized. 

“I have NEVER-“ Eddie stands up, appalled. “Been to Les Mis— let alone with that— that VILLAIN!” 

Robin Jonathan and Argyle glare while Nancy just crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Eddie.” Nancy says “it’s okay if you feel this way, love is so.. scary-“ Eddie catches the subtle deep breath and glances in Robin's direction—oh. 

“But you can’t let it stop you from loving someone.” 

“Steve is not in love with me.” Is all he can say. That's when the mood shifts into something a little bit thicker, Eddie feels like he’s a child getting into trouble for something.  

“You’re kidding, right?” Jonathan asks. 

“Eddie, even you can’t be.. that dumb-“ 

“Hey!” 

“Eddie. Steve tells you he loves you in every single way except saying those three words because he’s taking it at your pace since you’re the one scared of commitment.”

Eddie stands, fully offended. “I am not scared-“ 

“Eddie!” Nancy shouts finally, Eddie plops back down onto his spot on the beanbag chair. Eyes wide as he looks up at Nancy. 

“We were there when you told Steve.” 

Eddie’s eyes narrow. “Told Steve what?” 

“That you’re never going to fall in love with someone like him.” Eddie blinks. 

“-and you’ll never be in a healthy relationship?” Eddie blinks twice more. 

“Oh my god! How do you not remember!” Nancy cries out. 

The sincerity of the conversation hits him, and he has to take a moment. Eddie’s head tilts, scanning his permafried brain for any inkling of memory of this conversation. “When was this?” He asks. 

Robin moves to knee in front of Eddie, as if to jog his memory from some sort of eye contact. “Freshman year? you and Steve met at a party? The year before he became president?” Robin is waving a hand in his face as if he’s supposed to remember. 

“That was two years ago. How am I supposed to remember when I met Steve?” 

Robin rubs two hands over her face, words muffled when she speaks. “Ugh you’re THE worst boyfriend.” 

Nancy runs both of her hands through her hair, she moves towards Eddie and crouches right in front of him, looking up at him. Eddie feels like it’s a scolding. 

“I think you need to talk to Steve.” Nancy says. “It could be saving the both of you a lot of time here.” 

“Time for what?” Eddie asks. 

“To get hitched baby!” Argyle hollers excitedly. Everyone in the room sighs. 

“Look,” Nancy stands up, collects her thoughts for a moment, pacing in front of Eddie while he waits for her to continue. “Just maybe ask him, there’s more to you guys just hooking up, even I know there is.” Eddie stares for a moment, looks at his other three friends and they all nod. 

“Fine, but if this ends badly I'm blaming all of you and you’re all helping me find a new fuck buddy.” 

“Eddie!” “Just go!” They all laugh lightly, Jonathan turns Eddie with two hands on his shoulders and sends him on his way with a slap to his ass. 

His friends are so weird. 

He loves them. 

Eddie finds himself walking just off campus, walking towards the frat house. it’s a long walk and he nearly talks himself out of it a few times but he sees the house in the distance and he can’t help the feeling that it's like coming home? That stirs something inside of him because since they started hooking up, Eddie has always felt more than comfortable in Steve’s space. 

So, he carries on, nervous but excited. 

Eddie walks up the stairs, takes them two at a time, doesn’t even knock on the door, everyone knows who he is at this point— which— that does not help Eddie's case of Not Being Steve’s Boyfriend at all. 

But when Eddie enters the frat house it’s kind of quiet so he looks around. 

When Eddie enters the dining room area he’s not at all shocked to find all 20 frat brothers spread around the room, listening in on Steve talk. 

“So the last item of business will be the fundraiser at the end of the month—“ Eddie's mouth goes dry the moment Steve sees him. 

Glasses. 

Steve Harrington is wearing a fucking button down and gold rimmed glasses with messy sex hair.

What's worse is the sight of Steve seeing Eddie, he stops talking immediately, and the entire room goes quiet immediately. 

“Sorry-“ Eddie clears his throat, looking at all the jocks and popular guys staring right at him. 

Jason Carver speaks first, “Sorry Munson. This is just a fraternity chapters meeting. You'll have to come back—“ 

Steve raises a hand.

Jason stops talking.

“Eds, just head up to the room, yeah?” Steve scratches his head “I’ll be there up in-“ He checks his watch, “15 minutes.” 

Eddie nods, licks his lips and turns on his heel and makes his way upstairs to Steve's bedroom. “So as I was saying-“ Steve's voice fades out the further Eddie gets up the stairs and he feels a slight anxiety build in his stomach. 

Which is stupid, because this was Steve, right? 

Steve, who Eddie doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not. 

Steve, who Eddie sometimes tells random things to when they’re laying in bed. When it’s 2 am and they’re sitting in bed eating snacks and Eddie talks about the world they live in, how he thinks things aren’t always as they seem and Steve doesn’t think he’s ever crazy or insane. 

Steve who would never judge Eddie. 

Steve who has had a rough go at life but still manages to be soft, and kind, and caring with Eddie when he probably doesn’t deserve it. 

Eddie looks at Steve's things in his room, distracts himself from the fact that he’s about to ask King Steve, the frat president, the heart throb of Indiana State, if he is in love with him. 

Eddie has never felt insecure. because he was always an outcast, confidence was key.

But now it was like.. Fuck. 

It felt like everything was on the line here. 

Eddie probably shouldn’t have come. Shouldn’t have let his fucking best friends who’s own personal love lives have gone to shit talk him into telling Steve Harrington he loves him. 

Fuck. 

He loves Steve. He knows that much. 

But how much would Eddie love Steve to put it all on the line like this? Wasn’t Eddie happy just.. being with Steve whenever he could? Was Steve happy with their arrangement? 

Too many questions had swirled Eddie’s mind and before he knows it a light tapping comes from the door. 

Steve pops his head in and smiles, it’s warm and light and makes Eddie feel like sunshine and he loves the way Steve's eyes squint closed as he smiles. 

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asks softly, patiently. “You looked a bit worried when you got here. Sorry I couldn't stop my meeting.” 

Steve makes his way over to Eddie, the air grows thicker. 

Eddie hasn’t seen him since Steve dropped him off at Eddie’s gig a few nights ago. 

He looks just as hot now as he did then.

Eddie can’t do this.

“Did you just knock on your own door?” he asks instead, deflects 

Steve shrugs, runs a hair through his ridiculously soft looking hair “I guess I did.” he chuckles once “Are you okay though?”

“Nah man, I-“ Eddie shakes his head. He moves, steps around Steve for a moment, tries to gather his thoughts.

Fuck.

Okay.

Come on Eddie.

You got this. 

Steve reaches out for Eddie, one hand on his hip to pull him in, one hand on his neck to keep him there. 

Eddie places his hands on Steve's chest, and lets him invade his personal space. 

safe. 

warm. 

home. 

“Can we talk?” Eddie asks, lamely but.. it’s a start. 

Steve is looking down at him with those big dark puppy dog eyes, mouth slightly parted “of course, I'm here..” Steve nods “but first..” Steve dips his head down and kisses Eddie.

Eddie thinks this kiss has never ever felt like any of the other ones. Not even close. 

Steve’s mouth meets his in a soft press, just plump lips pressed together and hands warming his skin as he holds him close. Steve pulls back, but Eddie chases him, wants more. 

This time Eddie invades Steve's space with an arm over his shoulder and an arm around his waist. Eddie lets Steve guide the kiss, lets him touch him, hold him, kiss him however he wants. He gives up control, lets Steve love him. 

There's a warm feeling behind Eddie’s closed eyes that he can’t stop feeling. 

“Hey-“ Steve murmurs, pulling back to look at Eddie. He cradles Eddie’s cheek so gently it stings his eyes even more. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks, using his thumb to brush away some hair and apparently some tears as well.

oh. that— 

“I'm okay.” Eddie sniffles, looking down at Steve's mouth, and needs to feel more kisses. 

Steve pulls back though, is the thing. He looks right into Eddie’s eyes, concern evident on his face there. “C’mon don’t cry.” Steve whispers and holds him tight, pulls him close. fuck. 

“I..” Eddie breathes in Steve's scent, makes note of his tears staining Steve’s baby blue shirt and sighs, pulling back but not away from Steve's reach. 

Steve doesn’t say anything, just continues to wipe another fat tear from Eddie’s cheek. His face is hot and cheeks itchy. 

“Do you want to talk?” Steve asks “Cause we will stand here until we talk. or we can sit.. or we can lay down. Do you want to lay down?” 

Eddie nearly chokes on a sob. Steve is too kind. too patient. Eddie doesn’t deserve him. 

“Are.. Are you happy with what we are?” 

It sounds pathetic even to his own ears, Eddie blushes furiously, and his eyes itch so bad he almost wants to scratch them with his finger nails. 

“Are you? I thought.. I thought we really have something here.. Something real. I really want you to know I'm happy with you.” 

Steve seems so genuine and this is why Eddie loves Steve. 

Not because Steve is avaliable to fuck whenever Eddie sees fit.

Not because Steve was just a notch on his belt.

Not because Steve was hot enough to fuck, every gay mans wet dream.

Dreamy and handsome wrapped in one. 

But because Steve cared. 

Because Steve showed up. 

Because Steve gave and gave and gave. 

Because Steve never expected anything in return. 

Because Steve Harrington loves and he loves loudly, and beautifully and without regrets. 

“Whatever you want. I'm here for it. As long as I can.. Have you. Like this.” Steve pulls Eddies hand to his mouth, kisses it, and cradles it against his chest. His eyes are so big and round that he looks like he’s pleading with Eddie. Pleading to not let them go. 

“S-sorry.” Eddie shakes his head, shakes the doubt out. “I do. I'm— I'm happy with you. and I'm sorry this was just—I'm—it’s dumb. Sorry.” 

Eddie feels so stupid coming here like this, no real plan in mind, no reason to have these doubts that Steve wasn’t happy with him in any way. 

“Do you think.. Is there any way we’re ever more?” Steve asks then and Eddie realizes that they’re.. not on the same page. like at all. 

“Oh-“ Eddie breathes 

“Oh?” Steve asks 

“Oh— oh god, yeah. yeah. I'm sorry. yeah-“ Eddie is stuttering and stupid and just— FUCK. 

“Yeah as in.. You think we’ll eventually be more..?” Steve’s voice is so hopeful it squeezes Eddie’s heart. “Or do you mean..” 

“It’s more. definitely more.” 

“How much more? Cause if this.. If this is that talk I wanna.. I need to know if I'm going to have to ask you a question.” 

“You can ask it.” Eddie nods, “Please.” 

Steve sighs pleased. He leans forward and kisses Eddie once. Eddie tries to return it but it happens so fast before Steve is grinning like a mad man. 

“You love me?” Steve asks instead 

“Yes.” his answer is immediate. 

“You wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yes.” 

“Good enough.” Steve nods, bends his knees, wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and lifts. 

Eddie will never admit to yelling (screaming) Steve's name as he’s thrown over Steve's shoulder, and is tossed onto the bed like he weighs nothing. 

“You love me.” Steve grins, crawling over a flushed and wide eyed Eddie. Steve crawls between his legs and comes close to his face. Steve kisses him stupid. 

“I love you.” Eddie confirms. 

“I love you.” Steve replies 

“i know.” Eddie kisses him. 

Steve starts off slowly, tenderly holds Eddie’s waist, presses soft kisses against his hot mouth. 

Eddie lets him do whatever he wants, lets Steve feel his body. 

Kiss all his love into him. 

Makes sure Eddie feels it. 

Eddie kisses him back after sometime, gets too antsy without the taste of Steve in his mouth. 

Eddie grabs Steve’s shoulders, pushes him off to the side and lays over him, half on him, one leg swung over Steve’s lap. His entire torso pressed to Steve's side. 

“Mmh.” Steve hums, pleased with the pressure of Eddie everywhere. 

Steve’s hands come up, press warmly against Eddie’s sides. “I like when you’re in control, babe.” Steve tells him, they pull away for a moment to catch their breath. 

Eddie hasn’t realized how long Steve’s been calling him that. 

Eddie runs a hand over Steve’s chest, over his shoulders, rounds around to his throat and holds him there 

“You like when I fuck you stupid sweetheart?” Eddie purrs, leaning down and kisses Steve’s neck. 

“Yeah—so much.” Steve confirms in a moan, shifting his legs so Eddie’s thigh is between his. “Can you feel how much I love when you fuck me?” he asks, tightening his thighs around Eddie's leg 

Eddie can. He can feel the hardness that’s curved up, pressing down his thigh. The heat coming from between Steve’s legs

“Do you want me to fuck you right now?” Eddie asks, it’s light and playful

They're playing with each other. 

Teasing. 

Steve looks gorgeous right now. 

Eddie loves Steve like no other. 

It's overwhelming the moment Steve captures Eddie’s mouth in a kiss, not giving him a moment to reply as Steve slips his tongue inside Eddie’s mouth, forcing his lips open. Eddie moans into it; a soft sound escaping the back of his throat that Steve swallows as they kiss. 

Eddie realizes Steve’s literally drinking Eddie in. Taking everything Eddie will give to him. Eddie pulls back, brings a hand up to Steve’s puffed mouth and uses his thumb to keep Steve's mouth open. 

“Do you want to be a good boy for me?” 

Steve nods, eyes burning into Eddie’s. He swirls his tongue up, meets Eddie’s thumb.  

“Good.” Eddie says, leaning over Steve’s mouth and spits into Steve’s mouth. Steve moans. Fucking moans. Steve swallows and licks his lips to gather the light droplets that didn’t make it into his mouth.

Eddie swipes at Steve's lips with his tongue. “I am going to wreck you, baby.” 

Steve shifts his hips, grabs Eddie’s waist to pull him closer and grinds up into Eddie’s thigh. Eddie kisses him, shifts his hips as Steve starts panting heavily, harsh breaths coming from his nose as he tries to keep kissing Eddie, tries to keep grinding, seeks friction. 

“You look so good like this— look at you. look at king Steve, grinding up against me like some teenager who’s never fucked a man before. You’re so fucked.” Eddie kisses Steve's lips, his chin, his jaw and finally settles on the space below Steve’s ear to run his tongue over. 

Steve tastes like soap, the tiniest bit like sweat, the smell of his old spice body wash and his coconut shampoo has Eddie’s mind distracted, grinding his own cock into Steve’s hip. he lets Steve fuck himself on Eddies thigh for a moment as he sucks, likes marking his territory. 

“Oh fuck— Eddie-“ Steve moans, eyes squeezed shut as his head tilts back onto the pillows. One of Eddie’s hands comes up and starts unbuttoning Steve’s shirt. Steve pulls away so he can watch Eddie’s fingers pull apart the buttons one by one. 

“I love you,” Steve reminds softly, sweetly.  

Eddie’s chest swells even more than his cock currently is “I love you,” 

Eddie gets more than half of Steve’s hairy chest exposed, kisses the skin as it appears until he gets to the last one. Steve moans the moment Eddie gets his tongue swirling Steve’s nipple. 

“I’ll get a neck tattoo— Whatever you want—“ Eddie gasps “please get these pierced.. it doesn’t hurt-“ Eddie moves across to the other one , shifting their hips closer, both of them moaning against each other at the depth of it. 

“Would you come with me?” Steve breathes out. Gasping when Eddie pinches just the right way. 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Eddie runs a hand over the hardened skin of Steve’s abs. Steve’s quiet as Eddie explores his body lets him touch anywhere, everywhere. Eddie trails his fingers down towards his boxers peeking out over his jeans, closes his hand and tugs on the tiny hair on his stomach. 

Steve lurches forward just a moment, shuddering and huffing out a laugh as Eddie pulls the hair and releases it. 

Eddie grins, leaning down and biting on his nipple again. Gets it wet. Warm. 

“You're going to be the death of me—“ Steve moans the moment Eddie reaches down and pets over his clothed cock. 

“Fuck Eddie, can you touch me, baby, please?” Steve whines out. It's all heavy breathing and eyebrows knit together and mouth hung open. He's going to be wrecked by the end of the night. 

“What do you want baby love? hmm?” Eddie flicks his wrist slightly, Steve sighs deeply. 

“Keep doing that?” Steve whimpers, eyes closed as he lays his head back against the pillows. 

Eddie does. He pets over Steve through his jeans, rubs his fingers over the bulge of his head, up and down the length, jerks him off over his jeans. 

and Steve eats it up. Loves it. 

“You’re such a pretty boy, you know that?” Eddie asks, grips him a bit harder and Steve whines, opens his eyes and pants heavily looking right at Eddie who’s hand is working him over so deliciously. 

“m’pretty?” Steve mumbles, gripping Eddie’s wrist to work his hand harder. 

“oh the prettiest. my Steve. My Steve is so pretty like this. You want it babe? you want me?”

“Always.” Steve moans jerking his hips up, like waves on the ocean in perfect sync with Eddie’s hand against him. 

“I'm gonna make you cum, do you wanna cum in your jeans?” Eddie teases 

“No,” Steve mumbles, embarrassed it seems like, but his hips don’t stop moving and Eddie kind of wants exactly that to happen now. 

“Come for me, Stevie, wanna get you so fucking wet so I can fuck you good, how’s that sound?” Steve moans, hips flexing, ass pushing into the bed 

He grips Eddie's wrist almost painfully hard when he comes in his pants. Eddie works him through it as Steve moans loudly, cries Eddies name once and is ripping his hand away from his cock when it becomes too much “look at my baby all wet for me” Eddie coos, looking at the wet mark dampening the blue material. 

Steve is breathing heavily still, sucking breath in from his nose and breathing out of his mouth. 

“You made me come in my fucking pants, Eddie.” Steve mumbles, but kisses along Eddie's jaw because he loves him, and Eddie loves him back and that’s the most Steve’s ever asked for. 

“I can't believe you did. But you’ve always done what I asked, hmm?” Eddie cups the side of Steve's face as he pulls back to look His Steve in the eye

“including not telling me when you fell in love with me?” Eddie asks

Steve licks over his lips, shakes his head and looks away 

“You said.. We’d never.. That you’d never.. And it was fine with me— I didn't care. I just knew I wanted you, needed you.” Steve tells him as Eddie rubs a soft thumb over his cheek. Steve closes his eyes, nuzzles against the hand. For a moment, Eddie counts his eyelashes. 

“I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you didn’t deserve my love. Your love means something to me. It’s.. Everything.” Eddie remembers the night Steve talked with Robin at the party, Eddie thinks Steve was probably giving Robin advice of his own accord. “I love you, and thanks for loving me back.” 

Steve grabs Eddie's face with both hands, and kisses him so hard Eddie's mouth burns. 

Eddie lays Steve back onto the bed, rubs a thigh between his, and slowly rocks their bodies together as Eddie kisses Steve stupid

“S’good-“ Steve mumbles, pulling back just to tilt his head 

They deepen the kiss, it’s tongues and spit and teeth clashing every so often but it’s perfect and Steve is growing hard in his boxers again, hand going down to pet over his own cock again. 

“Do you know how much I–Fuck-“ Steve stops palming himself, stops spreading his cum from his jeans everywhere, to reach a slightly sticky and wet hand up and place his hand in Eddies hair as he pulls their mouths together in a hot kiss. “Do you know how much I love you?” Steve asks, kissing Eddie again and again. 

“Are you about to tell me?” Eddie asks, eyes glistening as they stare at one another. Steve's eyes drift up and down Eddie's face, taking in all of his freckles, his light stubble. 

“You’re.. you’re it for me. There’s no one else. Never has been. You’re everything. Understand?” 

Eddie inhales, shakily as his lungs fill with air, filled with Steve’s love. 

“Well as long as we’re sharing it’s always been you too, Harrington. No one else. Always you.” he assures, pets one hand through Steve's hair that’s so soft it should be criminal. Eddie would live in it.

“i love you,” Eddie tells him “A whole bunch.” Steve snorts, squeezes Eddie’s ass tighter, pulls his hips closer with that fucking strength. Eddie thinks about someday if Steve can fuck Eddie while carrying him. They’ll have to test that out…

“Wanna fuck me now?” Steve grins 

It's wide and eyes are sparkling and lips chapped and jeans thoroughly soaked but cock hardening again and Eddie cannot deny how badly he wants to be inside him. Steve. His Steve. 

His Boyfriend. 

Eddie feels dizzy when Steve shifts his hips and grinds his hip against Eddie's cock. 

“Yeah, I’ll take care of you now.” Eddie nods, dips his head down and licks one of Steve’s nipples again. 

He takes it between his teeth and pulls. Steve hisses, pained, but his hips jerk up and to the side to seek friction against Eddie’s thigh. 

“I love how you taste, every part of you.” Eddie comments, casually, tweaks his other nipple between his hands.

Steve’s still wearing the button up, Eddie pops the button on his jeans with one hand. Unbuckles his belt next. 

Steve runs a hand over Eddie's back comfortingly. 

“I wanna know if every part of you tastes good too.” Steve’s whole body rolls when Eddie shoves his hand inside his jeans, gets his long fingers around him. 

“Please-“ Steve swallows dryly “i want you to taste me.” 

“You want my tongue babe? Want my tongue inside you?” Steve whines, Eddie jerks him slowly, carefully. 

Steve’s all wet and sticky, hips grinding up into his hand.

Nipples puffy and mouth hanging open like he’s already fucked out.

Like this is the best pleasure he’s ever had. 

Eddie thinks he’s just getting started. 

He lets Steve grind for a few moments, every once in a while Eddie will shift his own hips and drag against whatever pressure Steve will give him. 

Enjoys the feeling of Steve Steve Steve beneath him.

“Please-“ Steve whines eventually. 

“Hmm? what was that?” Eddie whispers

“Please, baby.” Steve’s voice cracks, he tries clearing his throat, but it cracks again “Eddie, please-“ 

“Okay baby, okay.” Eddie nods, removing himself from the warmth of Steve’s side. 

Steve watches as Eddie undresses his top half. 

Eddie crawls between Steve's thighs, just in jeans, belt unbuckled and pulled out of the belt loops, tossed beside Steve on the bed. He has plans for it later.

“I have to undress you too?” Eddie coos, “My baby is so distracted he can’t think about anything but his hot boyfriend?” 

Steve gulps, sits up and lets the button up shirt slide down his shoulders, bunches it up and tosses it off the side of the bed. Eddie pulls at his jeans, Steve lifts his ass off the bed to help him and then Steve is naked. save for the single silver chain he stole from Eddie. 

“You look good wearing only this, baby,” Eddie says, placing one hand on the headboard as he leans over Steve. 

Steve leans up on his elbows and runs a hand up Eddie’s chest. Runs it up into his hair, tugs playfully before running it back down his stomach to his opened jeans. 

“You’re fucking sexy.” Steve says, biting his lip. 

Eddie has a soft tummy, the slightest hint of treasure trail, but his soft milky skin had Steve mesmerized from the moment he laid eyes on him. The first time they met. 

“I knew I was going to love you from the moment I saw you.” 

“The night we met?” Eddie asks moving away from Steve who’s fingers are toying with his boxers now. Steve falters. 

He doesn’t meet his eyes, “We actually kind of met.. before that.” Steve tells him, pulling the boxers down down down. 

“Wait, really?” Eddie asks, moving backwards a bit. 

Have they met before that party?  

“We did meet at a party.. Just.. The night before. Remember that first week of school where everybody just partied for a full week? Well, we met then.”

Eddie thinks for a moment, tries to rack his brain with easy and every memory of possibly meeting Steve. Draws a blank when Steve’s hand comes into contact with his dick. He swats Steve’s hand away, pins it to the bed instead. “And you didn’t think to mention this because..?”

“Cause it wasn’t.. good.” Steve winces, he feels the intense sensual moment slipping away. 

“What happened? I'm sorry.. I don't remember..” Eddie feels annoyed at himself because that night he was super fucked up, but he should have remembered meeting him.. 

Steve licks his lips, but manages to still as Eddie waits for an explanation. “This guy.. Some frat asshole kind of wouldn’t stop fucking with you and Nancy.. It pissed me off so bad.” Steve sighs. “But we weren’t at our house. Wasn’t our party, so I didn't have any pull and I wasn't even president yet. I was just a pledge. but you were in your hellfire shirt, and black jeans and leather jacket and you looked so good with a joint tucked behind your ear.” Steve raises a hand that wasn’t pinned to the bed and lightly brushes a piece of Eddie’s hair back. “And some dickhead.. I don’t know his name, kept telling everyone he was gonna beat up.. ‘that.. f word in leather’ who kept looking at him. and I knew he was talking about you cause no one else was wearing leather. I didn’t even think I just— I hit him” Eddie blinks slowly. 

He remembers a fight that night, remembers Jonathan and Argyle laughing as they stood on chairs. Eddie was too immersed in his joint to think too much about the fight but he remembers the smashed table in the aftermath. 

“You.. You slammed him into the table, didn’t you?” 

“Like a sack of potatoes.” Steve smiles tracing a finger over Eddies arm.  

“You didn’t even know me.” 

“I didn’t.” Steve agrees, “But I was just out of the closet and I wasn’t going to let someone talk shit just because they’ve got problems with who I–or anyone else- wants to fuck.” 

“I don’t think that counts as meeting me.” Eddie tells him quietly

“It’s not. because we met outside after, my shirt was half ripped off and you said ‘might as well take it all off!’ and then stepped forward and ripped my shirt clean off my body.” Eddie looks at him, horrified. Steve doubles down, immediately. “But it was fine because you gave me your vest to wear instead.” 

Eddie’s heart warms because oh.. yeah. he remembers that vaguely. remembers being a baby faced freshman who was only in college for the shits and giggles with no real directions in life. Remembers being high with Jonathan outside and seeing Steve come out, smiling ear to ear, shirt ripped from the collar to his hip, all golden boy Tarzan like and Eddie remembers tearing it off, throwing the ripped fabric at Jonathan and laughing into the night without a care in the world. He remembers eyeing his abs. Then he remembers peeling off his own shirt and handing it to him, Steve had laughed all squinty eyed and busted lip, but white straight teeth and he was so beautiful Eddie remembers looking down at the ground because he was just.. shy around him. Under his gaze. 

Then he remembers laughing with everyone when Steve put it on and it was half a size too small but Steve still obnoxiously flexed his muscles and he was so fucking hot Eddie had to just laugh off his attraction, and lit a cigarette instead so he wouldn’t say something stupid. 

“You love me.” Eddie says suddenly. Steve puts his hand up in Eddie’s hair, pulls their faces closer and nods.

“I love you.” Eddie kisses him once only for Steve to pull away. 

“And since when did you love me back?” Steve asks, cheeky and playful. 

“Remember you drove me to Cincinnati? And you didn’t even ask what we were going for, just asked who’s car we were taking. That's when I knew I loved you, I just didn’t admit it to myself because I always jinx it. I jinx myself. I have bad luck that way.” Eddie kisses him softly. “Steve, I don't think you realize how.. how much you affect me. How I can go days without talking to anyone, seeing anyone, going anywhere, but you. I just have to seek you out no matter how long we go without seeing each other. I can never get enough of you.” 

“You've got me now.” Steve tells him. “and I think I understand, because you’re just.. Everything to me, I might not see you for a few days but that doesn’t mean I'm not thinking about you”

Eddie doesn’t want to talk anymore. just wants to feel, wants to make Steve feel his love 

“I'm gonna fuck you now. because you’re beautiful, and I love you, and you do things to me that I can’t even put into words, so I want to fuck you now.” Eddie tells him, sweetly, honestly.

“I love you too.” Steve nods once, reaches down, bring Eddies hand to his mouth to kiss it 

“Okay Munson, I wanna cum so hard I hear the stars.” Steve tells him seriously, like he’s down to business. 

“You mean see the stars?” 

“Nope. I wanna be so throughly fucked I hear the little fuckers in my brain.” Steve grins, pulling Eddie close with that strength of his. 

“Ah,” Eddie hums, “As you wish, my love. Seven orgasms coming right up.” Eddie grins, pushes his own jeans down his legs. 

Steve watches intently, both arms folded behind his head, casual, cool. 

Eddie is going to wreck Steve Harrington tonight. 

“so.. what was that about wanting to taste me everywhere, Munson?” Steve grins, legs coming up around Eddie's now naked waist. 

“Oh in due time, Harrington. in fact I'm going to get my mouth on you right now.” Eddie tells him, kisses the center of Steve’s hard chest. 

Eddie makes a big show of touching and feeling Steve. presses both closed and open mouthed kisses against his abs, kissing each one on his way down. 

Eddie crawls between Steves legs, kisses his way from one hip to the other, licks the v lines on both sides. Steve writhes below. 

Eddie moves over his cock, gets Steve to spread his legs further as Eddie kisses down his thigh to his knee, looks up at Steve who’s watching with lidded eyes. 

Eddie makes eye contact and grins, flattens his tongue and licks all the way to Steve's balls. Eddie’s never heard that volume of moaning before when Eddie gently laves his wet tongue all over Steve’s balls gently. Rolls them over his tongue. licks the line separating them gently. Steve arches his back, head thrown back onto the pillows as Eddie licks him into submission. 

“Just like that Eds, Feels so nice.” Steves eyes slip closed as Eddie continues to give the softest open mouthed kisses along his balls. 

Eddie’s hands go down to Steve’s thighs and push them back towards his chest.

Steve groans, feels exposed. 

Eddie tilts his head, reaches over and bites onto his knee gently. “Gonna let me taste, baby?” 

“Yeah, yeah please, please.” Steve nods, begs. He begs so pretty. He bends his knees further, gives Eddie plenty of room as he holds his knees towards his chest. 

“You're very pretty, all spread out for me like this Stevie.” Eddie smiles, nuzzling his face right into Steve's balls 

Steve hums, feels Eddie licking beneath his sack, tongue wiggling against him as he licks upwards. 

“all yours.” Steve mumbles, placing his feet on Eddie’s back, arching up to give more access. 

Steve moans the moment Eddie's hands come down and spread him apart. 

The moment Eddie’s tongue comes into contact Steve can’t help himself. 

“Eddiee— oh god!” he moans, it's loud and whiny as Eddie licks over his rim once. twice. Steve's hand comes down to his hair to stuff Eddie's face closer. 

Eddie flicks, and licks, and swirls his tongue. 

Steve becomes a writing mess beneath him, holds onto Eddies mess of hair and moans. He moans his name, oh god, fuck yeah, please please please, anything and everything Steve feels with every swipe of Eddie’s tongue against him. 

“Can I—“ Steve chokes on his words the moment Eddie gets the tip of his tongue inside. He's breathless. Completely lost in the feeling. 

“Stomach? You wanna be on your stomach?” Eddie knows Steve's body almost as well as he knows his own. 

Eddie knows that Steve can’t fuck himself back, can’t ride Eddie’s tongue the way he wants to. 

“Please.” Steve nods, takes a moment to breathe before rolling over, giving Eddie a full view of Steve's bare ass. Eddie slaps it, once. Not too hard but Steve sighs happily, arches his back 

Eddie crawls between his thighs and bites onto the thickest part of Steve’s ass cheek, enjoys the way Steve whines and spreads his legs further. 

Eddie dives back in, gives Steve everything he wants. 

Eddie gets him wet, licks him until he’s writing and Steve just takes it. 

He moans and bites into the pillows and slightly raises himself onto his knees, presses back against Eddie’s tongue to get him inside again, loves that feeling of Eddie licking him inside. 

“i want you to ride my tongue babe,” He tells him “gonna fuck you with my tongue, then with my fingers, then i’ll fuck you. and I want you to cum every time.”

“Fucking—Eddie!” Steve cries out when Eddie pulls Steve's waist, lifts him up onto all fours and pushes inside him. 

Steve’s face falls face first onto the bed, feels Eddie’s long tongue entering him from behind but not doing anything but flexing inside of him. Steve moans the moment he pushes himself away and then back into Eddie's long tongue. 

Steve cries out as he does it again. And again. 

Eddie pulls back, rubs two fingers over Steve’s rim “You sound so slutty right now.” Eddie tells him, pushes the pads of his fingers inside of Steve. The rim gives way, fluttering, clenching. Eddie blows cool air into the hole, watches it pucker up and Steve whimpers. Can’t help it. 

“Please—“ Steve whines out “Please, Eddie please fuck me” 

“Patience, Stevie. Patience.” 

“Wanna cum with you inside me.” 

“And you will, just let me taste you a bit more, think you can cum in under a minute?” Eddie grins, spitting directly on Steve's hole.

“Fucking come in 10 seconds if you—“ Steve yells when Eddie dives back in, sticks his entire tongue inside him and jerks him off at the same time. 

“Eddie! Oh! Ugh—Fuck!” Steve yells, not giving two fucks who hears him. “Fu-uu-uck, Eddie that’s so fucking-“ Steve fucks himself back onto his tongue, then thrusts forward into Eddies hand. Like he said, Steve comes again less than a minute later. sprays the sheets with milky come. 

Steve’s top half collapses, his face turning to look back at Eddie who’s just grinning like a mad man as he slicks his fingers through the come on the sheets, wipes some of Steve's come right onto his asshole. 

“Baby, are we having fun?” Eddie asks sweetly. Steve is panting, skin flushed red and eyes barely open. but Steve nods. 

Steve grits hit teeth, “The fucking most. I'm gonna ride you so hard, dude.” 

“Oh,” Eddie laughs “You think you’re fucking me tonight? Get real, Harrington. I'm fucking you into this bed so hard you’ll be the box spring.” 

“Fuck—“ Steve chokes, laughing softly as he lifts his head finally. 

“Come here,” Steve smiles, “wanna kiss you.” 

Eddie falters. “i just had my tongue-” 

“Edward, I do cocaine and one time by accident, crack. I do not care.” Steve chides, reaching out with a grabby hand towards his boyfriend. 

They reposition. Eddie kisses him, lets Steve slowly jerk him off in the meantime. 

Steve gives him slow, gentle strokes, pulls the uncut skin down his cock, pulls it back up and over the head. Plays with him, feels the hardness beneath his fingers. 

He looks down at the thick head between his fingers, rubs his pointer finger over it, sees how the come glistens in the low lighting. “I changed my mind about the neck tattoo-“ Steve starts.

“I'm not piercing my dick for you, Steven.” 

Steve pouts immediately. “C’mon-“ 

“I am NOT piercing my dick for you!” Eddie laughs, kissing him. 

“I’ll get mine done.” Steve promises.

“You- Steve Harrington, not a tattoo on your body, will get your dick pierced, if I will?” Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean, can you imagine how we’d look?” 

This intrigued Eddie for half a second, thinking about the sight of both of their cocks in Steve's big meaty hand, jerking them both off, piercings clinking together every once in a while. Then he cringes. 

“What if they.. catch?” Eddie shudders for a second. 

Steve falters, cringes. “Ah—good–good point.” Steve says, smiles, then kisses Eddie again. Steve rolls them over, Steve on top of Eddie and sits right on top of his cock. 

“Wanna just—“ Steve gets Eddie between his cock and asshole correctly and grinds, cock half hard. “I wanna just do this for a while.” 

Eddie lays back, places a pillow behind his head and watches his boyfriend grind against his cock. Steve is half hard as he rubs his ballsack over Eddie’s hard cock. moans and bites his bottom lip into his mouth when he arches his back and glides against his asshole. 

“I love how hard you get.” Steve tells him. 

“It’s all for you babe.” Eddie squeezes his thigh gently. 

They’re mostly quiet, save for the unsubtle creaking of the old wooden bedframe below them from Steve’s grinding

“I wanna finger myself while you watch.” Steve says suddenly 

“You want me to just watch? while you do my favourite thing in the world?!” Eddie asks incredulously.

“I want you to get yourself off while I do your favourite thing in the world.” Steve insists, grinds down in the way that gets Eddie stimulated just right. Eddie moans finally. 

“Fuck, okay.” Eddie nods. He watches as Steve lifts himself up, turns around on Eddie's lap and bends over, putting himself on display. 

“You're so pretty even from here, baby.” Eddie coos, running a hand up Steve's calf, watches as Steve brings a hand down to his rim. 

he slowly presses into the first knuckle, moaning the moment he’s pushed inside. 

“Eds—“ he whines, head dropping to the bed. Eddie slowly sits up, brings a hand down to Steve’s ass and pets the fat of his cheek as he pushes further inside. “can you spit?” Steve begs. 

without being asked again, Eddie leans forward and lets a large glob of spit fall from his mouth and onto Steve's crack. 

“Thank you.” Steve sighs, plays with Eddie’s spit over his rim, gets himself soaked with it before he pushes a finger inside again. Steve groans Eddie's name 

Eddie watches for a while as Steve fingers himself, gets himself harder and harder for Steve so he can fuck the life out of him.

Steve is so pretty on display, whimpering by the time he gets two fingers in him. 

Eddie will help out every so often, spit on his fingers for him. 

Eddie leans forward, having had enough and pulls Steve's fingers from inside him. 

“Please—“ Steve cries the moment Eddie sucks two of his own fingers into his mouth, gets them as slick as he can get them, and fucks them into Steve deeper than he was able to reach. 

“fuck you’re so hot.” Eddie mumbles as he reaches around and feels that Steve is almost fully hard again. 

“gonna cum one more time before I fuck you baby?” 

“I can't!” Steve cries 

“I think you can, don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?” Eddie kisses Steve's ass cheek softly. 

“Please, baby? For me? Want you to come again.” he says, prods against Steve’s fingers that are pressing inside of him. 

“Eddieee!” Steve moans and starts fucking himself back onto Eddies hand when he gets three fingers inside him. “Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck, Eddie! Eddie!” he yelps the moment Eddie pushes inside while twisting his fingers. 

“Oh my god! Please! Eddie!” Steve is a mess. Eddie is certain he’s got tears in his eyes. The bed is shaking with how hard Steve is fucking himself back onto Eddie’s hand and then he’s spurting all over himself again. Steve twitches from head to toe as he comes a second time. 

“That’s it— that’s my good boy!” Eddie encourages, fucking him through his orgasm. 

“Fuck me-“ Steve whines. “Fuck me please.”

“Whatever you want, baby boy.” Eddie nods, leans forward with a tongue full of spit and kisses it inside of Steve for good measure. then, Eddie reaches around and wipes all the cum he’d caught over his cock 

“You’re just.. a menace.” Steve moans, rolling off to the side. “Fuckin’ killing me.” Steve rolls onto his back and looks down towards Eddie who’s grinning like a mad man. 

“I wanna fuck you now,” he chirps

“C’mon then, haven’t got all day.” Steve grins back, opens his thighs again, welcomes Eddie between them as he crawls over, stroking himself as he gets into his familiar position. Enjoys the closeness of fucking Steve this way. His favourite way. 

“I'm gonna get you nice and hard again, okay baby?” Eddie smiles sweetly 

Steve nods, head lolling to the side as Eddie starts rubbing his cock up and down Steve’s puffy rim. He reaches for the lube. Slathers a generous amount onto his fingers and palm, warms it up for Steve just the way he likes. 

“This hole is so pretty when it’s used. You like when I touch you like this, right babe?” Eddie grips his cock at the base, guides it to slide through Steve’s thick cheeks. 

Steve just lets it happen, listens to Eddie’s dirty words, feels the hard cock sliding between his cheeks, feels Eddie’s fingers slowly jerking over his slowly hardening cock

“I'm gonna move inside, okay?” Eddie says and Steve nods absently, focusing on the pleasure he’s feeling 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Eddie moans, loud and pleasured. “Are you sure you don’t want my fingers for a bit?” Eddie wiggles his fingers at him, biting his lip as Steve shakes his head, meeting his stare. 

“Just fuck me, please. Wanna feel so full of you. Gonna come on your dick.” 

Steve lifts his knees to his chest again, opens himself up for Eddie and he cannot resist pushing the head inside a bit farther. Once he’s pressed inside further, Eddie scoops up Steve's knees in his elbows, presses deeper inside as he folds Steve in half.

“Oh fuck!” Steve yells, voice growing louder with his moans, mouth hung open, eyes fluttering, blinking rapidly as Eddie slides inside further and further.

“God, Eddie, you’re so big, fuck me—“ Steve reaches down, places a hand over his cock and slowly starts tugging himself 

“Gonna fuck you.” Eddie promises, shuffles his knees closer underneath Steve’s ass as he bottoms out. Eddie feels the hotness engulfing him and can’t help but lean forward, fully folding Steve in half to kiss him. 

“I love you.” Eddie tells him

“I love you.” Steve replies sweetly.  

When Eddie pulls back Steve grips the sheets in his hands, bites his lip and nods. 

Eddie slowly pulls out, spits on the exposed parts of his cock and pushes in again until he’s bottomed out again. 

The shuddering groan Steve gives sounds like music to his ears. “Fuck,” he cries “Eddie!” 

“It’s good?” Eddie asks, thrusting into him a few times, slowly for good measure before he fucks him. 

“It's so good! so good,” he pants out, hand on Eddie’s lower stomach as Eddie begin to really fuck Steve. 

Eddie grabs Steve’s waist with one hand, but still holds one knee in one of his elbows as he starts to fuck into Steve at a steady pace. His knees dig into the mattress, the bed already squeaking below them as Steve starts moaning softly. There's tiny puffs of air escaping him. 

Eddie fucks him throughly, flexes his hips, digs his hands into Steve’s slutty waist, tries to angle his hips to find that special spot inside of Steve. 

“So good, such a good boy.” Eddie pants, hair falling in his own face as he watches his large cock disappear inside of Steve. 

“You feel so fucking good around me, you know that? So tight and warm.” Eddie grasps Steves cock with long fingers, fucks him a little harder. Steve is a moaning mess beneath him. He's all breathy moans, bitten lips and tight squeezed eyes. 

Eddie decides to double down on his efforts, decides to talk extra dirty for his good boy. 

“So sweet for me, all spread open like this,” Eddie pets over Steve's stomach 

“Do you feel me here?” Eddie presses the pubic bone that’s covered with neatly trimmed hair. Steve keens. Throws his head to the side, tries to bury it in the pillow as he’s fucked deeper. 

“Did I find it, baby?” Eddie coos, pushing a bit harder, thrusting deeper instead of faster. 

“Found it, you found it,” Steve chokes out, enjoying the slower pace that hits that spot every time. 

“Fuck, you’re shaking baby,”

“It’s so fucking—“ Steve moans, back arching so far Eddie can’t even see his face with how far is head is thrown back.

Eddie does the worst thing he could possibly do at the moment and he pulls out

Steve nearly roars “NO!” head snapping down at Eddie.

“On your knees.” Eddie tells him. Steve obeys. 

“Good boy.” Eddie says as he watches Steve roll over onto his stomach, raise himself up onto his knees and arch his back, let Eddie position himself behind him.

Eddie runs his cock up and down Steve's stretched hole

“So pretty.” Eddie is in awe at how badly Steve tries to fuck himself back on Eddie, so he lets him. Steve catches the head of Eddies cock right on his puffed rim and slowly pushes back, Eddie guides him minimally but Steve is fucking himself back on Eddies cock.

“This ass is like heaven, baby.” Eddie moans, head thrown back for a moment, lets Steve work himself over Eddie at his own pace. 

“It’s so fucking good. So fucking big inside me. Fuck me so good,” Steve rambles, looking over his shoulder so sinfully Eddie nearly comes on the spot. He’s ethereal. Everything Eddie could have ever dreamed of and more.

“I'm gonna fuck you now.” Eddie tells him, Steve lowers himself from his hands down to his elbows and nods, arches his back and feels Eddies hands on his waist as Eddie starts fucking him. 

“Oh my god,” Steve moans at first, breathy moans and gentle words. He reaches between his legs and works a hand over himself. 

“Eddie,” Steve moaned, dropping his head between his shoulders, letting his body sway back and forth with the thrusts. 

There’s a soft slapping sound coming from where Eddies hips meet the flesh of Steves ass. Breathy moans and heavy breathing from the both of them as Eddie fucks Steve towards his next orgasm. Steve's toes curl, head bobbing uselessly as he calls out Eddie's name. Soft little uh, uh, uh’s fall from Steve's lips as Eddie starts thrusting a bit harder. Then the headboard is slowly clapping against the wall and Eddie grins. 

“This is my favourite music that we make, baby,” Eddie pulls Steve's hips harder. “you on vocals and me on percussion.” Steve turns his ear up, listens to the gentle clapping, the soft thudding, and the fucked out whimpers he’s letting out. “You sound like a song, moans so pretty. I should record them and put them in an album. Just for you and me.” Eddie tells him, reaches forward and grabs a handful of Steve's hair. Pulls his head backwards until Steve is pulled up, up, up. Eddies chest flush against Steve's back. They’re both equally sweaty now, slick as they writhe against one another. 

“So fucking deep this way, don’t you think?” Eddie hooks his chin over Steve's shoulder, looks down Steve's toned body to where he’s tugging his cock. 

“What do you want, baby? hmm?” 

“Just like this, s’fuckin’ good” Steve slurs out, head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder giving Eddie access to his neck and jaw. Eddie bites. Bites him hard. Steve whines but fucks his hips back onto Eddie a bit harder. 

“Harder?” 

“Please.” 

Eddie nods, pressing his forehead to Steves shoulder blade and starts fucking Steve so hard there headboard sounds don’t match his thrusts. The clapping gets louder and so do Steve's wrecked moans. 

Steve reaches a hand over and grabs a handful of Eddie's hair as Steve cries out. 

“Eddie! Fuck I'm gonna come!” Steve nearly shouts. Eddie barely hears it since his ears begin ringing and it’s all intense when Eddie pulls out because Steve starts crying. Literally crying as Steve collapses on the bed, cock hard and red and heavy as Eddie gently nudges Steve 

“On your side baby, you can come, I promise.” Eddie tells him, pulls Steves back to his chest, pulls him close so they’re touching everywhere and reaches between them so he can slide back inside. 

“Oh god!” Steve cries, broken, too far away. 

Eddie fucks him a bit slower, but deeper this way, holds Steves thighs open, one leg in the air as Steve just takes everything Eddie has to offer him. 

While Eddie likes missionary, this is his favourite position, he likes how hard Steve comes when Eddie fucks into him this way. 

“I'm gonna make you come baby, promise.” 

“Please eds, I wanna come-“ Steve moans wrecked and needily, head lolling to the side. 

“God, Steve, so fucking good this way, I love fucking you like this. Love how deep I can stuff you full, you know that?” 

Eddie watches as Steve's body rocks with all of Eddie's thrusts, loves the way every part of Steve is pliant. This was his whole plan, get Steve so fucked out he won’t even remember his name. Steve's moans are nonstop, his cock leaking heavily with the need to come as he blinks wet tears from his eyes. 

“You’re hitting me so deep, I can feel ya right here,” Steve grabs the hand holding up his thigh, guides Eddie to his lower abdomen and whines when Eddie pushes on it.

“gonna come for me baby? You were so so good for me.” Eddie grabs his cock “fucked you stupid didn’t I?” 

Steve moans louder and louder, Eddies hand fucking his cock in sync with all of his thrusts. Eddie is on the verge of coming as well. 

“Fuck me- come on baby,” Eddie grunts out, hips snapping up, balls slapping against Steve’s. “fucking come, come for me.” 

Steve’s whole body tenses, a loud shout of “Fuck!” followed by other whimpers falling from his lips. Eddie fucks him through the tense moments, holding him open but Steve is fluttering around him with every spurt of come. 

“Gonna fill you up now,” Eddie tells him, clapping his hips across his ass a bit harder as Eddie chases his own high. Steve is whining softly, head lolled back to the side as Eddie fucks his come inside Steve. 

“F-fuck baby—“ Eddie moans, pushing as deep inside as he can get. 

“Oh fuck—“ Steve groans, eyes squeezing shut. “Fucking love when you come in me,” Steve gently rocks his hips backwards, breathing heavy as Eddie milks his orgasm out.

“Fucking amazing.” Eddie tells him, a light laugh in his voice as he drops his mouth to Steve’s shoulder. He kisses the salty skin, bites it before gently licking the sweat there.  

Eddie presses open mouth kisses as Steve’s body finally collapses in his arms, falling back against him, legs spread open, come drying on Steve's stomach and some on his chest as well. They're both incredibly sweaty, a large mess on the sheets. But Eddie gets to hold Steve, so it’s very much worth the hassle of having to clean up afterwards 

“I can’t believe you let me fuck you like that.” Eddie pants out, grinning that toothy grin Steve fucking loves

“I let you fuck me like that cause it’s the best way to fuck me. No secret about it.” Steve grins.

Steve finally turns his head to look at Eddie, his eyes are glistening, slightly glossy, but shining and his smile is so fucking beautiful. Eddie has to look away, look back down at the mess they’ve made. Steve follows his gaze.

 Steve runs a finger through the cum painted on his stomach. “You like the music we make, well I like the art.” 

Eddie snorts, then giggles, pushes himself up and leans over Steve to kiss him sweetly. 

“Hey um.. guys?” There’s a light knock on the door. 

“Fuck—“ Steve mumbles sitting up slightly. 

Eddie helps him sit up, bed creaking under the weight distribution. “Just— give us a minute!” 

“Okay but uh, it’s kind of important so please hurry-“ 

“Robin?” Steve asks 

“Yeah, I have a bit of a problem—“ 

“we’re coming!” Steve tells her, sliding out of Eddie’s arms. 

“Yeah, everyone and their mothers know.” Robin notes sarcastically as Eddie and Steve share a look. 

They get dressed faster than they undressed, share one more kiss, promising to talk later before opening the door. 

Robin walks in, her eyes land on the messily made bed and she twists her face up in disgust. “Gross.” she says, walking over to the desk chair. She sits. 

“Whats the problem, Robbie?" Steve asks, leaning against the desk. Eddie goes and takes his spot on the bed, leaning back against his elbow. 

“I kissed Nancy.” Robin sighs 

Steve blinks. Once. Twice. Looks at Eddie, then back to Robin. “but Vickie—“ 

“I know.” Robin says 

“And Nancy’s-“ 

“I know!” Robin holds the bridge of her nose. 

Eddie cuts in “and you’re—“ 

“I KNOW!” Robin cries, throwing her hands in the air. 

“And do you—“ 

“Yes! One thousand percent! What is wrong with me?!” Robin is on the verge of tears. 

“Okay. This is okay.” Steve starts. 

Eddie sighs, looking at Steve who’s trying to mediate. 

“Maybe—Does—Does she maybe—?“ 

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know, but what I do know is two things; I'm very limited in the lesbian department, and that was the best kiss I’ve had in my entire life. including Vickie!” 

“Robin, it's okay..” Steve assures, reaches a hand out and puts it on her shoulder “You’re fucking awesome. You’re nice to everyone, you don’t do things to hurt others. Robin, this is an okay thing to do. You're figuring your life out, it’s part of your identity. Don't worry about it.” Steve’s voice is so calming and so soothing that even Eddie feels calmed. 

Robin, however is nearly in tears as she clenches her fists and puts them to her forehead. “But I thought I like Vickie! She was.. my crush for a very long time.. and then there’s Nancy after Eddie and the boys leave, and she gave me that sweater and was hugging me and I'm just—“ 

Robin tries not to cry, but kind of fails because her face twists up, her lip quivers and voice breaks up. 

“You’re just Robin. You’re human. You're going to make mistakes in life robs, that’s fine. don’t think it makes you a bad person. Vickie was treating you differently too.”

Robin wipes at her eyes, lightly smudging her eyeliner but Steve just hands her a tissue so she can fix it in the vanity. 

“i just hope I didn’t fuck it up with Nancy.” 

“What happened after you kissed?” Eddie asks. 

“I fled. I ran away. I Told her I had to talk to Steve.” 

Eddie nods, deep in thought. “And she.. kissed you back?”

“Yeah- no- fuck, I don’t know. maybe. it was over in a few seconds.. but I will say that her hands were on my hips when I pulled away.” 

“Wait, so, you kissed her, then you pulled away, then you left?” Robin winces 

she nods. 

“Is that bad?” She already knows the answer. 

“you can’t kiss straight people then run away before they can even talk to you about it!” Steve sighs, runs a hand through his hair. 

“I think you should talk to her about it.” Their hug runs through Eddie's mind briefly

“And say what?” Robin sighs

“You could just talk to her, ask her what she thought about it. Don't put your intentions with the kiss first when you just want a feel if she was okay with it. That'll make her feel like you’ve made up your mind about the kiss and what it meant.” 

“That's a good point. also.. I saw how she hugged you in the room before, it was.. different. like she enjoyed it. More than friends. I'd just ask her.” Eddie tells her, hoping it’s helpful. 

“Okay, fuck, okay fine.” she sighs and runs both of her hands through her hair. 

“Are you guys..—“ Robin points between the two of them 

“Oh yeah,” Steve nods, grinning as he looks over to where Eddie is sitting cool and casual against the bed. 

“Sweet, it’s about damn time.” Robin smiles at her two best friends. “Thank you guys, I love you.” 

She leans forward and wraps her arms around Steve’s middle, hugging him gently. 

“Love you too, Robbie.. Just.. go talk to Nance, we’ll come if you want?” Steve suggests 

“Nope, you’re all smelling like sex and have that fucked out look. But thank you. I think I should do this alone.” 

Steve just smiles, nods once and shifts his gaze over to Eddie who is already staring at him. Robin looks between the two of them. 

“Alright! I'll go! stop eyefucking each other, Jesus. I had to wait twenty minutes for you guys to finish up!” she chides, standing up.

“Bye Robin, text me how it goes.” Eddie waves his fingers at the girl who waves a hand in the arm noncommittal as she leaves Steve's room. 

They both look at one another, Eddie smiles first, Steve grins in return before he makes his way over to the bed. 

“So,” Steve sighs 

“So,” Eddie sighs back, mocking. 

“What you wanna do,” he asks, “boyfriend?” 

“Hmm, I don’t know boyfriend, wanna go grab a shower then some food, maybe?” 

“Sure. I just need a powerade. Wanna grab one while I warm the shower?” Steve hops off the bed, pulls Eddie with him. 

“Lead the way, my love.” Eddie grins

They separate at the stairs, Eddie goes downstairs. He’s half expecting the house to be empty, it normally is but then he’s met with half of the house sitting in the living room.

They all stare at him.

He stares back.

Eddie clears his throat. 

“There’s the fucking MAN!” one of the frat brothers hollers, and then all of them are hollering at him, some hopping up from their spots to come clap Eddie on the shoulders. “Fucking rights Eddie! that’s how you fuck!” Eddie can’t help the grin that makes its way onto his face. 

“I try.” Eddie does a lame little salute as he’s clapped on the shoulder, before making his way to the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of blue gatorade before going back upstairs. 

“Hey, do you remember the weekend we went to Les Mis?” Steve asks randomly when Eddie enters the bathroom, drinking one of the Powerade's. Steve takes a drink as Eddie nods. 

“Yeah, why?” 

“Jonathan just texted, said he found our tickets from forever ago. How weird is that?” Steve asks, already slipping inside the shower.

“I'm gonna kill him.” Eddie mutters to himself, but laughs a bit. 

Then he’s undressing and joining his boyfriend in the shower.