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March 10th, 1986. Excerpt from the Hawkins Post.
Reports in Los Angeles of cannibalistic, brain-dead individuals attacking innocent civilians and transferring their unknown disease. Individuals look like they’re actively decaying and they’re typically sluggish but incredibly dangerous. Medical professionals do not understand how they are surviving with massive blood loss and in worse cases, missing organs. So far, it only seems to be in California and troops are being sent to handle them. No one knows how large these groups are or the most effective way to stabilize the threat.
Steve Harrington is a decently rational person. He wasn’t before the apocalypse. Definitely loved to jump to conclusions and make a huge mess of things before knowing all the details. Spoke and acted before thinking. But now, he’s learned to be more level-headed. He has to be in this environment. He is one of six adults with a hoard of teenagers and one pre-teen that are all under their care. Having five other adults, (if you could even truly call them that seeing as Eddie is the only one actually in his twenties), is a relief sometimes. If one of them is panicking, there is at least another person who can jump in and be the voice of reason. Steve keeps his freakouts to a minimum nowadays. He’s private about them and there are only two people who ever see him crack. Robin and Eddie.
Steve Harrington’s libido, however, is not rational in the slightest. It’s no secret that Steve is head over heels for his boyfriend and Eddie shares the sentiment right back. They keep their PDA pretty PG around the others because the last thing someone wants to see when they’re actively fighting the end of the world is the two of them playing tonsil hockey. They’re rarely alone so they have to be creative with their sex life. It’s not ideal. Steve longs for the days he spent with Eddie in bed in his suburban home, living off of kisses and sweet nothings. But it’s certainly not the worst thing happening to them on a day-to-day basis.
The issue is that Steve’s horny brain loves to kickstart at the absolute worst moments. And today, he only has one thing to blame: Eddie’s southern upbringing.
Eddie Munson grew up in various towns throughout the south, the longest being a small town in Texas from ages ten to fourteen. He started living with his Uncle Wayne full time his freshman year of high school and even Wayne had an Appalachian drawl to his voice despite being in Indiana. It was safe to say that there was a certain way Eddie’s voice formulated from those environments. A decently thick Southern accent coated every word he spoke for a long time.
After being teased for it in his teens, Eddie got better at hiding it. Learned to speak slower so he could hear what he was saying and tried to be more articulate. The accent would return whenever he was stressed, angry, or drunk.
Today, Eddie Munson is stressed.
They’re all stressed. The party split up in the middle of the night because the abandoned shed that they found after a long day of migrating did not have enough room for everybody. Instead of continuing to hunt into the pitch-black night, Nancy suggested that she and Robin take the kids who were still awake enough to keep going while Eddie, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle took care of the ones that wanted to go to sleep. Those ended up being Dustin, Will, and Erica. It’s something they’ve done before with no problem. The only promise is that they keep their walkies on and charged throughout the night in case something happens.
The other group’s walkies were not picking up. All of them split into the woods a few feet away from each other to try to page again and again but nothing came through. The adults shared a look that said “Don’t panic, don’t freak the kids out”.
Eddie silently volunteered to gather them, gently tell them that they were out of range, and that they just need to find which way the others went. The kids looked a little freaked anyway but they agreed and started looking around the property for clues. Eddie headed back over to the other adult men and sighed loudly once they were out of earshot.
“Robin didn’t take the extra pack of batteries,” Jonathan said. “I fucking told her to‒”
“She must have forgotten them,” Steve said. “She wouldn’t just leave those behind.”
“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Who knows how fucking far they coulda gone?”
“Even though they were swearing up and down last night that they were fine, those other kiddos looked worn out too,” Argyle said. “They can’t be too far.”
“Alright,” Eddie clapped his hands together. “There’s a path in these woods that they probably took. I reckon we just follow that until one of those sons a bitches turns around for us. Steve and I will lead, rugrats in the middle, Argyle and Jon, y’all are the caboose. Capiche?”
“Caposh,” Argyle and Jonathan chorused.
“Great,” Eddie sighed. “C’mon Stevie.”
Steve blinked out of his little haze and took Eddie’s offered hand. He stumbled a bit as Eddie dragged him along, causing Eddie to look back at him with mild concern. Steve gave him a soft smile and a nod of his head, doing his best not to show the vile things popping into his head right now. Eddie raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but did crack a small smile despite the tension of the situation.
“We’re gonna find our pack and then discuss whatever the hell is knockin’ around in that pretty head of yours, sugar,” Eddie whispered harshly into his ear.
Did not help the problem at all, elevated it, in fact, but Steve kept himself steady with big draws of breath.
“Twerps! Grab your shit, we’re movin’ out!” Eddie shouted. They started their trek through the woods and eventually, the group went completely silent. Too in their heads to speak idly. Hours pass and the noon sun was piercingly hot on their skins. They haven’t found a good place to do some laundry in a little too long so the sweat felt worse than usual.
Steve wondered if Dustin still had any of the deodorant wipes he found in that old gym but figured now was not the time to ask. They were reaching the edge of the woods and into the nearby town. They all drew out their respective weapons and geared up to be out of the shelter of the tall trees. It doesn’t take long before they hear people arguing and all seven of them stop. Eddie held his hand out to the group but Steve smacked it away.
“Lemme scope it out,” Eddie seethed.
“ We’ll scope it out,” Steve retorted.
Eddie’s lips pursed but he didn’t argue further. The pair walked around the corner where the noise was coming from and saw shadows in the alleyway a few feet ahead of them. The arguing was getting more heated and they both knew that it wasn’t over Lurkers (what they called the undead that started this whole fiasco all those months ago) because there wasn’t any screaming or shots being fired.
Suddenly, Mike Wheeler stomped out of the alleyway with his arms thrown up. Nancy followed him, griping about his fucking temper.
“Wheelers!” Eddie shouted. The two of them whipped their heads around, slumped, and sighed in relief.
“It’s all Nancy’s fault!” Mike immediately said.
“It is not, you little shit!” Nancy retorted, smacking him upside the head.
“Hey!” Steve snapped. “Where are the others?”
“Steve?” Robin called out. Robin, Max, El, and Lucas appeared from out of the alleyway as well and Eddie and Steve relaxed their weapons to their sides. Steve jogged and wrapped Robin in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry,” Robin sighed. “I forgot the‒”
“Batteries,” Steve finished into her hair.
“We were wondering if we should turn around for you guys but Nancy and Mike couldn’t agree on where we came from. I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Steve held her even tighter and rubbed her back. “It’s alright. I’m glad you’re safe.”
They pull apart and Steve watched with soft admiration as Max smacked Eddie’s chest when he hugged her for a little too long. He has always had a soft spot for her ever since they became neighbors in the trailer park. That felt like a lifetime ago.
The newly reunited party walked through this new town that was primarily abandoned. Apartments and stores were already raided but they all search for remnants of something anyway. Jonathan found a small box of Slim Jims, Lucas found a ring of fruit punch Gatorades, and El found a half-used tube of toothpaste. It’ll be all the way used by the time they all wash up but they take it with grateful smiles anyway.
Which brings them to now. There is a church that’s empty with lockable doors and big stalled bathrooms with one shower in each. Both showers turned on. The pews are cozy and plump enough that they decide to bunk there for the night. The adults do their routine checks for Lurkers while the kids take turns in the showers.
Eddie’s shoulders are still to his ears as he breathes haggardly through his surveillance. Robin and Steve share a look and Robin tells Steve of a big pull-out couch she saw in the youth lounge upstairs.
“Was gonna take it for Nance and I but…he needs it tonight I think,” Robin says.
“Thanks, Robbie,” Steve says. He catches up to Eddie and follows him through the end of his routine.
“I know it was an honest mistake, I know they’re all fine and dandy, but Christ, my mind went to a dark place,” Eddie mumbles, his southern drawl of stress still peeking through his words. He pockets his flashlight and stands up from the cabinets he was huddled inside.
“It’s okay,” Steve says sincerely. “We were all a little spooked.”
“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles.
Steve wraps an arm around his shoulder and presses a kiss to his forehead. “I wanna show you something. Care for a shower first though?”
“It’ll be so frigid,” Eddie grumbles.
“Maybe, but I can join you if you want,” Steve insinuates.
Eddie shoots him a playful glare. “Fine. But you keep those mitts above my waist. In and out.”
“You have my word.”
They take the fastest shower known to man, teeth chattering as they dry themselves off with old choir robes and change into softer clothes. Eddie giggles quietly at the ridiculousness of it all but still looks so off in space. He starts to walk to the main sanctuary where the rest of the gang is when Steve gently turns them to go upstairs. Eddie looks at him with confusion but doesn’t say anything.
Steve shines his flashlight against the walls until he sees the labeled youth lounge. He opens it up and digs around in his backpack for his spare lanterns. While setting those up, Eddie takes a look around with mild interest. Reads some of the quotes painted on the wall, observes the stacks of educational Bibles, and touches sun-faded posters about “church lock-ins” and “back-to-school barbeques”. He huffs an amused sound before finally noticing the pull-out couch. His head whips around to Steve standing innocently with his hands behind his back.
“Do…we get this bed tonight?” Eddie asks.
“We do. Courtesy of Robin. Consider it an apology gift from her.”
Eddie smirks and walks slowly over to his boyfriend. Typically, Eddie hates that Steve is about two inches taller than him, but right now, his presence is intimidating enough to render that immature power dynamic useless.
“Go close the door,” Eddie whispers.
Steve exhales and hurriedly shuts the door. He leans up against it as his boyfriend saunters over to him and reaches behind his back to switch the lock. Eddie trails his fingers up Steve’s stomach, clad in only a t-shirt and boxers now, and Steve shudders.
Eddie walks his fingers across Steve’s shoulders before twirling a strand of little baby hairs at the base of his neck. It’s longer and shaggier now. He’s due for a haircut but Eddie seems to appreciate the extra material to grab onto. Steve makes a small noise behind closed lips and Eddie’s eyes darken.
“Is this about those eyes you were giving me earlier today?” Eddie asks, voice a little deeper now.
“What eyes?” Steve tries to play coy but his voice is a little too breathy.
Eddie’s fingers wrap around those little strands and yank hard. Steve whines properly while Eddie just stares at him with a subtle smugness.
“Those sultry little bedroom eyes you were givin’ me as I laid out the plan. Here I am all stressed about our family and you’re seconds away from dropping your drawers.”
Steve bites his lip, cheeks pink, as he tilts his head down in shame. “I’m sorry, it was really inappropriate of me. I-I was worried about them too.”
“I know you were,” Eddie says. “I just wanna know what got you all worked up?”
“Your‒your um,” Steve stammers.
Eddie uses his other hand to lift Steve’s chin up with two fingers. “My what? Gotta speak up for me, sugar.”
And God , Steve just melts like butter in the summertime. “Your accent,” Steve blurts out.
Eddie tilts his head to the side and furrows his brows. “My…accent?”
“Yes,” Steve murmurs.
The confusion is gone from his face as his lips stretch back into a smirk. “You like it when I talk all country ?”
Steve nods, wincing quietly at the tight grasp Eddie still has around his hair. Eddie’s observing him closely and looks pleased with the results. Having a grown man weak at the knees over something he got ridiculed for as a child is a surprising boost to his ego. Steve’s never admitted it before but he did get flustered when Eddie would slur into the accent when they got too drunk at parties or when Eddie reprimanded the kids during a DnD game.
All of that is put behind them now, versions of themselves they wouldn’t recognize today. But Steve still gets butterflies when he does see glimpses like that in Eddie. A reminder that they weren’t always in survival mode. He hopes he can bring that kind of nostalgic solace to Eddie tonight.
Eddie leans forward, his lips brushing up against Steve’s ear, and whispers, “What if I started talkin’ like this all the time? Wouldn’t be able to handle yourself, would ya?”
“No,” Steve pants.
Eddie hums. His lips vibrate against Steve’s skin and he’s shivering again. The hand not holding Steve’s hair is clutched to his hip possessively. Keeping Steve right where Eddie wants him. It’s making him a bit dizzy.
Eddie worries the earlobe between his teeth and Steve takes a shaky breath. His lips move to sloppily kiss down Steve’s throat. He teases Steve with a few almost bites, almost hickies, almost bruises. But never gives in all the way. Steve whines impatiently while Eddie tsks.
“Can’t mark ya all up, sugar. What would everyone think?” Eddie asks.
“Don’t care,” Steve whispers. “We’re not a secret.”
It’s true, they’ve been dating for quite some time now, nearly a year and a half if Steve has been keeping track of the days correctly. The kids used to tease and gag at first for Eddie’s possessive branding of his skin. He was grateful when Robin and Nancy and then Jonathan and Argyle got together so they were partially out of the hot seat. It’s not like Steve hasn’t seen a hickey or two on Max’s neck (by Lucas or El, anyone’s guess at this point) or Mike’s neck (by Will‒ which‒ kudos, Steve didn’t think he had it in him).
There are a lot of hormones to balance in this group and without their parents around, the adults have been the source of their embarrassing questions. That’s died down now, too, due to everything but Steve still mentally preps himself when he sees Lucas wringing his hands and looking at him with wide eyes and red cheeks, hyping himself up to yank Steve aside and ask away. They look out for each other in more ways than pure survival. Their lives are nowhere near normal anymore but it’s not like they’re done growing up.
A sharper press of teeth causes Steve to moan loudly. It’s still not enough to truly mark his skin but god, it feels so good. Then, the open-mouthed kisses are back. Slow, taunting, agonizing. Steve writhes underneath him but Eddie just grips his hair and his hip harder, pressing him into the sturdy wood of the door.
“Fuck. Eddie, please,” Steve begs.
“Maybe we’re not a secret but I’m still gonna keep this for myself,” Eddie whispers.
“Miss your marks though,” Steve whispers.
Eddie grins, salacious and proud. “I’ll give you somethin’, sugar, don’t worry. You wanna strip for me?”
He lets go of Steve to let him take his shirt off and step out of his boxers. Though Eddie looks appreciatively at the weeping cock that stands at attention at his naval, his mouth downturns a bit at the way Steve’s ribs poke through more than they used to. It’s not like he has much ground to say on, he’s even skinnier, but it’s that kind of soft sadness that strikes when things get a little too real. Steve recognizes the look and shifts uncomfortably. Eddie kisses him passionately in apology, the first proper kiss he’s received in all this teasing. Steve sinks into it like a plush couch cushion and feels loved.
“Look at you,” Eddie murmurs against his mouth. “The most beautiful boy in the whole world. Pretty as a peach, aren’t ya?”
Steve smiles faintly. “Laying on a little thick, baby.”
“I just don’t want you to forget,” Eddie says as one hand wraps loosely around Steve’s cock. Steve moans as his head hits the back of the door and they both wince at the noise. Eddie’s other hand gently cradles Steve’s head, soothing the jolt of pain, as he presses kisses on his cheeks and chin. He’s pumping Steve at the slowest pace, dragging pre up and down his shaft to ease the glide. Steve’s whining and groaning. He’s starting to worry that they’re not going to get very far tonight. It’s been a while and well, Steve’s body’s been tuned to his boyfriend’s presence all day.
“Eddie,” Steve whispers. “I don’t‒”
“How many times do you think you can come for me tonight?” Eddie challenges.
Steve’s eyes bug out of his skull. “W-what?”
“I said,” Eddie grips his cock tighter. “How many times do you think you can come for me, pretty boy?”
“I can’t‒” Steve starts before he cuts himself off with a pathetic whine. “Eddie, it’s been so long. I’m not gonna last‒”
“Aww, you poor thing,” Eddie patronizes, making Steve whine louder. “Haven’t made you feel good in a long while. Bet you’re so full of come for me, hmm?”
Steve cries out at his boyfriend’s words and he feels Eddie’s thumb press into his slit.
“Eds, baby, I’m close,” Steve whispers, voice shaky. He’s holding onto Eddie’s shoulders with a bruising grip.
“I know,” Eddie says nonchalantly. “I can feel you drippin’ for me.”
And doesn’t that just get him even more riled up?
“I want you,” Steve whines, trailing his hands down Eddie’s stomach.
“You’ll get me,” Eddie smacks his hands away while Steve pouts. “Let me have you first.”
When Eddie leans forward to suck a bruise onto Steve’s left pec, Steve comes with a high shout that has Eddie giggling under his breath. He really hopes no one comes looking for them. As Steve pants heavily up against the door, Eddie lifts his hand to his mouth to lick off the come on his fingers like it’s the most delicious dessert. Steve whimpers at the sight but still pouts because they have this whole bed for the night and Eddie wasted it by giving him a handy against the door.
“Do you not want to tonight?” Steve asks quietly.
Eddie tilts his head with a teasing smirk. “Do you think we’re done, sweetheart?”
Steve exhales, a little slow on the come up. “I can still blow you or‒”
Eddie grabs Steve’s jaw with one hand and grips it until Steve’s lips are puckered out. Eddie huffs a delicate laugh through his nose before his eyes get stormy and serious. “Did you not hear me when I asked you how many times you can go tonight? We’re far from over.”
Steve’s heart beats loudly against his chest. Steve didn’t know what he was thinking at that moment. Maybe Eddie was spitting out dirty questions to get him closer to the edge. His mind was a bit preoccupied with the touch of his boyfriend, thank you very much. But this? This is a good turn of events.
Steve leans his body forward so he’s grinding up against Eddie, still in a vulnerable position of puckered lips and a sensitive cock. Eddie presses the hickey he made with his thumb and Steve gasps.
“I reckon,” Eddie starts in a low voice, “I can get ya to come two more times.”
Steve swallows hard. He drops his jaw as much as he can and sucks Eddie’s thumb into his mouth. Eddie’s lips part in surprise and he uses his thumb to open Steve’s mouth even wider. He leans forward and traces his tongue over his thumb and Steve’s bottom lip. Steve desperately tries to kiss him and suck Eddie’s tongue inside but Eddie pulls back before he can. Steve makes a disappointed noise that makes Eddie’s smirk devilish now.
“Somethin’ tells me you forgot who’s in charge here,” Eddie comments casually.
“No, sir ,” Steve whispers innocently.
The growl Eddie lets out is animalistic and primal. Steve hasn’t used that name since this all started and Eddie decided to drop it because their intimate moments were so few and far between anyway. He was just grateful to have Steve at all.
Now, though, that gratitude is through the roof. Eddie feels greedy and sick with it. Like he wants to lock Steve away in this room forever. They won’t need any food, they’ll live on sex alone. All Eddie needs is Steve’s body, really.
Eddie tugs Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard. Steve whines loudly and clutches onto Eddie’s hips so he can rut against him again. Luckily, Eddie allows this, eyes locked on his boyfriend’s desperate actions and noises. He groans loudly against Steve’s mouth, rattling the trapped lip. He’s certain he can taste blood but it only fuels the both of them to keep going.
“Go sit on the bed,” Eddie demands quickly as he steps back, pushing Steve completely out of his grasp. He takes his moment to breathe heavily against the door while he hears Steve shuffling behind him, the pull-out couch creaking underneath his weight.
When he turns around, he sees his boyfriend up against the back of the couch, propped up by his elbows, long tan legs sprawled out in front of him and spread wide. Steve’s getting hard again, slowly but surely, and that makes Eddie ravenous.
Before he attacks Steve though, he goes rummaging through his bag for anything remotely close to lube. He knows he doesn’t have actual lube and Steve’s long sigh behind him tells Eddie that Steve knows that too. Argyle and Eddie have joked about it before during one of their stakeout shifts.
“The girls have it so easy,” Argyle said bitterly.
“When are we gonna raid a sex shop or something?” Eddie laughed.
“The second we see one, we have to make a diversion for the kiddos and somebody has to wipe it for all it’s worth.”
“We have to,” Eddie said. He held out his hand for a formal handshake. “For our fellow brethren.”
Argyle shook his hand seriously and they burst into a fit of immature giggles.
It’s certainly not funny now, though. Eddie holds a bottle of sunscreen in his hands and looks back at Steve with a sheepish smile. Steve’s face scrunches up and he shakes his head.
“That will definitely burn,” Steve says.
And he’s probably right. Eddie keeps looking and digs through Steve’s bag as well. He finds a tub of Vaseline in a first aid kit and holds it up to Steve with a victorious smile.
“That could work,” Steve squeaks out.
“Don’t you fret, my sweet boy,” Eddie drawls. Steve shivers. Eddie stands and stalks over to the edge of the bed, kneeing the very thin mattress. “I won’t go in unless you’re absolutely ready.”
Steve bites his lip and looks Eddie up and down, eyes longing for the bulge poking through his boxers.
Eddie palms himself with a low moan.
“This whatcha want, sugar?” Eddie asks with a quipped brow.
Steve nods his head furiously.
“Words,” Eddie scolds.
“Yes, sir, I want you, I need you, please, please ,” Steve pleads while Eddie shakes with gentle laughter.
“Put your knees up for me,” Eddie instructs. Steve plants his feet on the mattress and adjusts his body to lie down. Eddie crawls between Steve’s legs and runs a hand up and down Steve’s inner thigh. On the other hand, Eddie dips into the Vaseline tub with his middle and index finger and looks at the substance carefully.
Thicker than lube, obviously, but could melt a little once it’s warmed up. Steve stares at him, admiring his fingers that he hasn’t felt in so long. Eddie rubs the Vaseline with the two fingers on his other hand and is relieved when it gets liquidy. Eddie has done this to Steve countless times but it’s been so, so long.
His confidence is wavering a bit, he doesn’t want to hurt Steve , but his thoughts are interrupted by Steve’s hand on his wrist.
“Let’s just try, okay?” Steve whispers.
Eddie smiles down at his perfect boy. “Okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”
Steve nods and adjusts his body to lie more comfortably on the thin mattress. Eddie rests one hand on Steve’s hip to rub soothing circles while the other trails around his hole. Eddie gets one knuckle in, his gaze darting from his hand to Steve’s eyes. Steve’s glare at him says,“I won’t break” and Eddie responds with an exasperated widening of his eyes as if to say, “If you say so.”
Eddie sinks a finger further and further into Steve. Steve lets out a long sigh as Eddie explores and stretches. He adds more Vaseline before going in with two and Steve hisses. Eddie immediately retracts the fingers and Steve’s eyes are mad.
“It was just cold,” Steve grumbles.
“Don’t be like that,” Eddie says. “I wanna make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Eds. You know I’ll tell you if I’m not,” Steve says. “Please just…keep going.”
“Sure thing, sugar,” Eddie grins. Steve rolls his eyes but soon those eyelids are fluttering at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers inside him. Eddie continues his work while Steve’s cock starts to slowly fill back out. Licking his lips, Eddie leans down and takes the head in his mouth.
Steve yelps then moans brokenly, straining his hips beneath Eddie’s. Eddie’s free hand holds his hip down and Steve could just pass away right there.
Eddie swirls his tongue around, no real plan or technique here. Sucking the head, licking up the side, and kissing all over. Eddie’s fingers scissor and then curl up to find Steve’s spot. Steve’s legs kick out when he does and Eddie clambers to get them back up and spread out. Steve’s head is tilted back, his lips breathing out desperate pleas and Eddie’s name over and over.
Eddie regains momentum and takes more of Steve’s cock into his mouth. Steve moans loudly, gets really still, and shoots off into Eddie’s throat. His second orgasm leaves his bones rattling more than the first. Eddie swallows quickly with his own moans at the sight of his boyfriend falling apart. When he’s done, Eddie’s fingers slip out and he pops his mouth off.
“How ya feelin’ darlin’?” Eddie asks with a shit-eating grin.
Steve pants helplessly at him and rubs his face with a long groan. “I need…a second.”
“Do you wanna make out?” Eddie asks.
Steve giggles stupidly at him. “Are we seventeen years old?”
“I’ve never seen your I.D.” Eddie answers. “Is that a no?”
“Get up here,” Steve commands softly. Eddie wipes his hand on his shirt and crawls to meet Steve at the top of the mattress. Steve takes Eddie’s shirt off and throws it behind them before going in for a languid kiss. Eddie hums contentedly as he lowers himself more onto Steve. Steve wraps his hands in Eddie’s hair again and directs their kiss by tilting Eddie’s head. It was effortlessly hot then when they first started dating and it’s effortlessly hot now. Eddie understands completely what got all those Hawkins girls weak in the knees.
Steve groans pathetically when he pries open Eddie’s lips and can taste himself on Eddie’s tongue. The kissing gets needier and sloppier. They’re both very lost in each other so Steve doesn’t notice when his leg gets in between Eddie’s and brushes up against his bulge. Eddie grips him tighter and moans into his open mouth. Steve’s smirk is huge against Eddie’s lips as he slowly moves his thigh against Eddie’s boxers. Eddie’s teeth come out to bite in retaliation but that only encourages Steve more. Eddie yanks Steve’s hair to give him a warning glare.
“Do you want this to be over before we get to the main event, sugar?” Eddie whispers.
“Of course not,” Steve says with a sickening smile.
Eddie narrows his eyes but pulls Steve back in for a kiss anyway. Steve stops his teasing for a few minutes. Their kisses slow down into something tender and sweet. Steve feels his heart flutter as Eddie gently cradles his neck and lets their lips slide over each other as if they had all the time in the world. Eddie feels his heart flutter as Steve tucks his curls behind his ear.
He’s transported back to makeout sessions in the back of Eddie’s van while Steve’s tapes played (he’d only said yes to see the smile on Steve’s lips). The summer sun would peek through the windows and they’d be a little sweaty but it didn’t matter if Eddie got to see the sun highlight all the freckles and moles all over Steve’s body. Eddie tells him all the time how Greek God-like he is and Steve blushes every time. He doesn’t see himself that way but the light in Eddie’s eyes when he looks at him has never faded.
Steve moves his thigh again and Eddie’s answering noise is desperate. He’s digging his nails into Steve’s bicep and trying to move with Steve. Steve tsks and looks Eddie in the eye.
“I’m ready now,” Steve breathes.
Eddie looks down and pinches his eyebrows. “You’re not hard yet.”
“Maybe I’ll get hard if you finally fuck me,” Steve reasons.
Eddie snarls playfully. “That attitude of yours needs some work.”
Steve kisses Eddie lightly and whispers, “Show me?”
Eddie quickly gets rid of his boxers as Steve grabs for the Vaseline. He warms it up in his palms like he watched Eddie do and reaches down to wrap around Eddie’s cock. Eddie is groaning and moving Steve so he’s on his back again, feet planted on the mattress.
“Like this? Or do you wanna be on your hands and knees?” Eddie breathes.
“This, please, wanna see you,” Steve says.
Yeah, okay, that makes Eddie’s heart flutter too, but he has to stay focused here. He finds one of the abandoned couch cushions on the floor and slides it under Steve’s hips. Steve’s hand keeps finding his cock and Eddie is going out of his mind. He needs to be in this man now.
Eddie removes his hand and kisses his palm. “Ready for me, peach?”
Peach, God. He is really liking this new pet name.
“Yes, sir,” Steve says.
Eddie pushes inside timidly and the sounds they both make have Eddie cursing the world for letting them go so long without this. Eddie scrambles for Steve’s hand and intertwines their fingers, laying his wrist next to Steve’s head. The other hand stabilizes Steve’s hip as he pushes in more and more.
The stretch is a little much for Steve but he’s not a quitter. He wills himself to relax, just relax , and let Eddie take care of everything. Eddie bottoms out and Steve’s air is punched out of him as he squeezes his eyes tight. Eddie peppers his face in apology kisses and stays completely still downstairs.
“Do we need more Vaseline?” Eddie asks, his voice rough and raspy.
Steve shakes his head and squeezes Eddie’s hand.
“ ‘Kay, sugar. You lemme know,” Eddie whispers in that goddamn southern drawl as Steve whines.
“You’re gonna weaponize that accent,” Steve mumbles through his teeth.
Eddie laughs. “I don’t mean to, it just comes out.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“I‒yeah, I am,” Eddie says, mouthing at Steve’s jaw. “Can’t believe you find it so attractive.”
Steve’s eyes blink open to see Eddie’s admiring ones. “Love me a cowboy,” Steve says sincerely.
Eddie kisses his nose and the corner of his mouth. “I’m no cowboy, darlin’.”
“Sure sound like one.”
“No, no, I’m a metalhead, baby. Courses through my veins.”
Steve raises a pointed eyebrow. “Right. Except when it comes to your Woody Guthrie guitar we left behind. Or when you hum Johnny Cash.”
“Hush your damn mouth,” Eddie warns, nipping at Steve’s cheek. Steve shifts under him and Eddie feels his cock rub up against his stomach. Eddie glances down and lets out a long breath. “Damn, this really works for ya, huh?”
Steve smacks his arm and has the audacity to look bashful. “Shut up,” Steve grumbles. “Can you please move?”
Eddie’s hand slides to hike Steve’s leg up onto his hip and rebraces his weight so he’s not crushing Steve beneath him (though he’s not sure Steve would even protest that). His thrusts are smooth and controlled, though every part of him is screaming to rail this boy into next Sunday. But Steve’s letting out these little mewls every time he hits his prostate and the springs of this stupid pull-out couch are digging into his knees and the world is overrun by Lurkers and this day sucked and man, Eddie really needed this.
He’s about to ask if he can go faster when Steve says, “Is that all you got?”
Eddie’s eyes flash darker, “You better hang on tight, sugar.”
And yes, God , yes this is what Steve wanted all day. Eddie starts thrusting in and out ferociously. The couch squeaks like it’s gonna break and maybe it will but neither of them cares. Eddie’s head ducks into Steve’s neck where he kisses and bites, no longer concerned with what can and cannot be seen. Steve clenches and wreathes beneath him. Eddie’s groaning is turning into hopeless sighing and whimpering. Steve’s nails are leaving red trails on Eddie’s back that he’ll feel against his backpack straps for days .
“S-Steve, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Eddie murmurs.
“Don’t need you to, you’ve earned this,” Steve responds breathlessly. “C’mon, let the day go. Use me to let go.”
Eddie whimpers pitifully, visions of his stress and anguish of today, of most days on this endless and agonizing journey they’re on, flashing on his eyelids. It’s overwhelming and he wants to banish everything he’s feeling. He moves his hips faster, cries into Steve’s throat, and follows Steve’s plea wholeheartedly. He’s sure he’s babbling, he might even be shedding tears, but it’s all okay when he feels Steve’s caring hand in his hair and feels the light press of his lips against his forehead. Eddie releases with a sharp groan.
Steve follows, coming for the third time, his body shaking with overstimulation and pleasure. A few tears even escape his eyes.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Eddie weeps into his shoulder. Steve hushes him gently and lets go of their intertwined hands to pull Eddie into his chest. He drops his legs to the bed and wraps his arms around Eddie’s back. His limbs are still trembling but he tries his best to be comforting and soothe Eddie as best he can.
“I love you too, baby,” Steve breathes.
Eddie wipes away his tears and chuckles weakly. “Fuck, sorry, just got to me.”
“Don’t apologize,” Steve whispers. “That was…God, so good, Eddie. I missed you so much.”
“Missed you too,” Eddie whispers. “Always miss you.”
They’re slow to clean themselves up. Shaky limbs and talks of taking another shower but knowing that it would be terribly incriminating to go downstairs with everyone else now. They’ve been dirtier, they decide. Back in their boxers and shirts, they bat dust off a blanket in the corner and spread it out over their bed for the night. Weapons of choice resting up against the arms of the couch.
Though there is no real need for them to be alone right now, Steve thinks that being able to rest his hands on Eddie’s ass as they cuddle is definitely a need . Not something they can usually do with an audience or their limited sleeping arrangements. Eddie’s nosing at his throat and sucks air through his teeth.
“Shit, I went a little overboard,” Eddie admits, pulling back enough to admire his marks.
“Good, I wanted you to,” Steve teases.
“Slut,” Eddie mutters.
“You love it,” Steve says.
Eddie hums in agreement.
Steve’s hands trace the hem of Eddie’s shirt and draw patterns across the scars on Eddie’s lower back. Some the cause of demo-bats, some the six months (again, if Steve is keeping track of the days correctly) of apocalypse surviving.
They barely got the chance to heal properly after Vecna when this all started. They were secretly tucked away in Hopper’s old cabin after returning from the Upside Down to not cause alarm to their families and the town of Hawkins in general. Plus, they were pretty certain Eddie still had a target on his back. Once the California crew hit town and found them, they told them stories about the ruin that was Hawkins, Indiana. The flesh-eating monsters that added onto everything else that was wrong. The Lurkers weren’t even from that wretched place, El confirmed as much. Their parents, Wayne, everyone, they all escaped without them. Eddie thought he was simply delirious because of the amount of pain he was in. Didn’t believe them for a second. It was over, it was all over, they had won, why is this happening?
From that point on, they were constantly on the move. No one had really said where they wanted to end up but they all had their people to find.
Everyone except Steve.
His people were there already. And he was going to do everything he can to keep them safe.
He wraps his arms tighter around Eddie and sighs the weight out of his body for just a second.
Steve Harrington is a decently rational person. His libido certainly isn’t but it can be used for good. And if that good is Eddie softly snoring, feeling sated and loved, into his throat on this creaky pull-out couch in this abandoned youth lounge then he’s okay with it.