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The feeling that washed over Eddie's body made his heart stop. Whatever it was that Jeff and Dustin had been furiously debating over their lunch table no longer mattered, any sides Eddie had been debating on taking gone from his mind.
"Oh, shit," he whispered, grasping the edge of the table.
Gareth lifted his head with a frown. "Dude, why do you smell like that?"
Jeff opened his mouth to speak, then stopped and screwed up his nose. "Whoa, Ed..." he laughed, covering his nose and mouth with one hand. "Yeah, I'm not surprised even baby beta Gareth can smell it."
"Shut up," Eddie grit out between clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut to focus on breathing.
"Smell what?" Dustin actively sniffed the air, then glanced to Mike by his side.
Shaking his head, Mike muttered, "I'm not gonna smell him, dude, that's weird."
"We're not trying," Jeff snickered behind his hand.
"Ed, you should go to the nurse," Gary told him seriously, blocking his nose with the back of his hand. "No way you're staying at school like that."
"Like what?" Lucas asked, baffled.
"He's in rut," Jeff stated, though mercifully low enough for only their table to hear.
"What?" Dustin hissed, wide eyes aimed at Eddie.
"He's older than the rest of us," Gary explained. "It happens when alphas reach a certain age."
Eddie slammed his palm on the table, glaring fiercely around the group. "Shut. Up." Taking a deep breath, he pushed off the table to steady himself on his feet.
Rising as well, Jeff sighed, "In all seriousness, Ed, you're gonna need a hand-"
"Don't," Eddie spat, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
A beat of nothing, then Jeff glanced to Gareth. "Gar, take him to the nurse."
Gary nudged Gareth with his elbow. "No alphas," he agreed.
With an uncertain look, Gareth stood and moved to Eddie's side. "C'mon, man," he encouraged carefully, wrapping a hand around Eddie's arm.
Immediately, Eddie flapped his arm in protest, shoving at Gareth's hands.
"Eddie," Jeff warned, earning a snarl.
"Sooner we go, the sooner you get away from the alphas," Gareth insisted, tugging Eddie's arm firmly.
Eddie caught Dustin's worried look as he stumbled along with Gareth. "Fuck," he grumbled, swaying unsteadily as he caught a whiff of omega on their way through the cafeteria.
"Wonder if the nurse has a protocol for teenage ruts," Gareth muttered, half-dragging Eddie down the halls.
"Whoa!" came a jeering laugh from further down the row of lockers. "Control yourself, freak!"
Gareth had to grab the back of Eddie's jacket to keep him from lunging across the hallway. "C'mon, Ed, keep it together," he said lowly, pulling Eddie past the cackling trio of jocks all dramatically waving away Eddie's scent. "Carver's an ass, don't make it easy for him."
Another growl thrummed in Eddie's chest. His head was cluttered, vision narrowing to only what was directly in front of him, trying to breathe deep as his hormones fought for control.
"No wonder you've been so snappy all day," Gareth commented as he steered Eddie towards the nurse's office. He knocked on the door twice, barely waiting for it to open before he was bundling Eddie inside. "Nurse Redfern, we need some help."
The older woman inside seemed startled, her mouth dropping open when Eddie huffed a rumbling noise. "I'll make a call," she nodded, gesturing for Gareth to sit Eddie on the examination bed against the wall. Grabbing the receiver on her desk, she quickly jabbed at the buttons, eyeing Eddie warily.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned, tensing his body to fight the muscle spasms attempting to move his hips. He flopped onto his side, teeth clenched, forcing himself to breathe.
Nurse Redfern's words were quiet into the phone, then her eyes flicked up to Eddie. "Male or female preference, honey?"
A pained grunt punched from Eddie's throat. Though thoroughly confused, he managed, "M-male."
With a few more hushed words into the phone, Nurse Redfern set it down again. "Someone will be here to help in about five minutes, honey, don't you worry."
The muted scent of Gareth and the beta nurse did little to calm the storm brewing in Eddie's gut, but at least they didn't make it worse. Gareth gripped his shoulder, to which Eddie could only grunt in response.
"Ed? You okay, man?"
A groan left Eddie's mouth, both hands grasping his hair as he panted for air.
"Someone's coming, Ed," Gareth assured him, giving Eddie's shoulder an awkward pat.
Between laboured breaths, Eddie forced out, "Who?"
"Someone from RRS is on their way," Nurse Redfern informed them calmly, though her eyes were still watching Eddie warily.
"What's that?" Gareth frowned.
"Rut Relief Services," the nurse explained. "They send out omegas trained to help unmated and uncoupled alphas through unexpected ruts."
Had Eddie the capability, he would have sat bolt upright and refused. He'd never shared his rut with anyone - at nineteen, he'd barely passed second base - and now he was expected to knot some total stranger? All because his stupid goddamn hormones couldn't have waited another hour and a half to completely remove his free will?
The bell for classes rang, and Eddie curled into as tight a ball as he could force himself into.
"It's alright, Eddie," the nurse assured him. "They'll be here soon."
Words couldn't describe just how little that statement helped Eddie's position.
The rush of feet and voices as students returned to classrooms rose and fell, and Eddie strained to listen to the scrawl of a pen on paper. He breathed slow as Nurse Redfern murmured to Gareth about a hall pass, followed by the wrinkle of paper.
Then a knock sounded on the door.
Before Eddie knew what was happening, he was hoisted up over a broad shoulder. "Don't worry, my dude," came a slow, mellow voice. "I got you, man."
"Oh, shit..." was muttered to Eddie's left, where he looked to find a vaguely familiar face wincing at him.
"Fuck you," Eddie spat, his defensiveness doubled now that he was in the company of strangers and where the fuck was Gareth?
"Hey, chill," crooned the guy carrying him. "We parked close, it's all good, brochacho."
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, fists clenched tight as he clung to his sanity, barely registering the sounds around him.
Shoes in the hallway. A door. Rustle of breeze. Another door-
"Here you go, dude." Eddie found himself handled onto his feet, swaying and leaning again some kind of wall. "This thing's soundproof, so you don't worry about a thing, man."
Eddie peeled his eyes open when another door closed. For a moment, he realised he appeared to be standing in the back of a trailer, featuring just a tiny kitchen, door to a bathroom, and an enormous bed.
Then the scent reached him, and any further awareness was lost.
Sweet. Dark caramel. Pine.
Omega.
Eddie was across the space in an instant, scrambling onto the bed, where the source of that beautiful scent was sitting. He buried his face in the omega's neck, groaning long and loud. His hips were already working, rubbing him against omega's leg with breathy little huffs.
"You're okay," murmured a voice that wrapped like silk around Eddie's head. "I'm here now, alpha, take what you need."
A possessive growl rolled through Eddie's body, his hands scrambling for omega's hips. There seemed only to be a blanket in the way, which was soon in a heap on the floor, his hands under omega's thighs to tip him onto his back and fold him in half. The smell that reached Eddie's nose clouded his thoughts completely, his hands already tearing at his belt and jeans.
Need to be free. Need to take. Need omega. Mine, mine, mine.
The next moment that Eddie's consciousness caught was bone-deep bliss, wet heat wrapped tight and perfect around his cock. His whole body shook with a groan that rumbled on in a growl, the spasms in his back jerking his hips forward in sharp jolts. The pleasure slumped him forwards, hands braced on the bed either side of omega's shoulders, forehead pressed to his chest and able to feel omega's heartbeat; steady, solid, a little fluttery with each punch of Eddie's hips.
"Take what's yours, alpha," omega whispered breathlessly.
Another groan ripped from Eddie's throat, lurching further up the bed to bury his face against omega's scent gland, huffing that addictive smell as his knot swelled. "Mine," his alpha grunted, deep and rough, howling internally as his knot caught in omega's sweet heat. "Mine..." The waves of his orgasm rocked him hard, panting wet into omega's neck, hips still humping, guided by the instincts deep in his muscles, buried deep and locked with omega.
As the tide of pleasure and hormones slowly receded, Eddie crawled back to the front of his brain. The bed gently rocked, which Eddie pieced together must mean that the trailer was moving. He took a deep breath, his head immediately swimming with omega, then his stomach twisted hard. Arms trembling, he pushed himself up to see the person he forced beneath him.
His blood turned to ice.
"S-Steve Harrington?" Eddie choked, eyes wide with horror.
"Munson," Steve nodded in acknowledgement, one hand raising to rub circles into the back of Eddie's shoulder. "Before you panic," he said evenly, "I'm trained for this. You haven't done anything you shouldn't have, we're safe in here, and everything's alright."
Eddie's heart lurched up into his throat, mouth hanging open.
"Just breathe," Steve encouraged calmly, his free hand smoothing a path up and down Eddie's back. "We're gonna be here a while." He shifted his hips just slightly, a flicker of a smirk appearing on his face. "You got me good."
The firm but gentle hands on his skin had Eddie dropping his head forward with a puppyish whimper.
"You're okay," Steve cooed, his legs wrapping securely around Eddie's hips. "It's okay. Rut throws a lot of really intense hormones at you, it's normal to have an emotional drop between waves."
Eddie pressed his forehead hard against Steve's chest, sucking in a shattered breath. How could he explain how fucked up this was? That this, his first proper sexual experience with another person, wasn't even something he had been able to choose. That he couldn't remember all of it, his jeans only shoved halfway down his thighs. That, despite himself, he was buried knot-deep in his high school crush, whose demeanour implied he'd done this many times before, so Eddie was just another in a long line and-
A sob ripped from Eddie's throat, squeezing his eyes shut as his tears fell into the hair of Steve's bare chest.
"Hey..." Steve's hand moved from Eddie's shoulder to his hair, stroking his curls.
"I'm s-so-rry..."
Steve's arms wrapped him up, guiding Eddie's face into his neck. "You're overwhelmed," Steve murmured close to his ear. "It's okay. Just breathe for me, Eddie, I got you."
The miserable noise that left Eddie's mouth was the least alpha-like thing he had done since he was a pup.
"It's okay. You're okay," Steve soothed, a warm hand resting in the small of Eddie's back, easing the tension from those damn muscle spasms. "Would it help if I explained what's gonna happen next?"
With a wet sniffle, Eddie nodded.
"We're on our way to the RRS building," Steve explained evenly, fingertips circling against Eddie's scalp. "There's a lot out the back where we keep these rut trailers. We can stay in here, or we can go to one of the rooms in the building; your choice. I'll stay with you, help you ride out this rut, then I can take you home. Or, if you prefer, we can find another omega to-"
"No," Eddie mumbled, lips pressed against Steve's neck, stomach squeezing.
"You're comfortable with me staying?" Steve checked, still stroking Eddie's scalp and soothing his tears a little.
Eddie wasn't sure there was a way to say that he'd happily never look at another omega again without sounding like a creep, so settled for a nod.
"Okay."
The silence that fell over the trailer gave Eddie time to collect himself. Steve's skin was warm against his, his scent sweet and calming, and Eddie worried for a moment that he might cry all over again. This omega had been his heart's obsession since before Steve had even presented in sophomore year, and now he had everything he'd physically wanted for so many years.
Physically, but not emotionally. Because this was Steve's job, and he'd done this before, and he was going to do this again with someone else - many someone elses - so this precious feeling of comfort he was living in was only borrowed.
"You think very loudly," Steve murmured, his voice humming in his jaw against Eddie's forehead. "Is that why you talk loud? To get all the loud thinking out of your head?"
For the first time, Eddie realised Steve was off-script. "Do I?" he mumbled.
"Yeah, like... Jumping on tables and stomping around talking about conformity."
Eddie's face warmed. "You remember that?"
"How could I not?" Steve laughed, but the mocking bite Eddie had expected was absent. "You really know how to command attention." With a sigh through his nose, Steve added, "Also, Dustin doesn't shut up about you. He's kind of obsessed with you, actually."
Shaking his head, Eddie grumbled, "Don't talk about Henderson right now."
Steve laughed more heartily, which had the added effect of clenching his abs rhythmically.
Both hands scrabbling for Steve's hips, Eddie groaned into his shoulder, unable to stop the desperate little grind of his pelvis. "Fuck, fuck..."
"Sorry," Steve said quickly, his hand in Eddie's hair clenching.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eddie panted, hips working faster as he chased an orgasm he hadn't realised he was on the edge of. "Oh, fuck, fuck... Steve..." The noise that left Eddie's mouth was almost pained as his body washed with pleasure.
When Eddie stopped trembling, Steve rubbed his back with a murmured, "You okay?"
Drawing a shaky breath, Eddie mumbled, "My rut hit me at school; no, I'm not okay."
"Fair enough." Petting Eddie's hair, Steve sighed, "It's not really fair how poorly alphas get catered to for all this."
Still a little hazy, Eddie frowned, "What?"
"Well, schools have heat rooms for omegas," Steve pointed out. "And heat leave is a thing in almost every workplace. And there's all these aids and things you can buy for heats, and all this advice... But alphas get none of that. You're just expected to deal with your ruts. Schools don't expect anyone to go into rut, but like... I know you're doing senior year for a third time, so you're a bit older, but it's not unheard of for teenage alphas to get their first proper ruts when they're in senior- even junior year." Shaking his head, Steve combed his fingers through Eddie's hair. "You went into rut and the school nurse immediately called RRS. It's a good thing dispatch asked for your age, otherwise you could've been sent someone as old as your mom, and that's just weird."
Breathing Steve's scent, Eddie mumbled, "Can we maybe not talk about my mom, either?"
A pause, then Steve gave him a gentle squeeze. "Yeah. Sorry."
Eddie closed his eyes and fell into Steve's scent, chasing the thick sweetness and filling his head with it. His muscles turned to liquid, face pressing deeper into Steve's neck, tongue chasing the beautiful smell and-
"Sorry," he rushed out, mouth almost wrapped around Steve's scent gland.
"You're okay," Steve assured him, still rubbing Eddie's back. "If that wasn't allowed, I'd have blockers on. Really, the only thing I can't let you do is bite me."
Eddie's breath caught in his throat. Something deep inside him ached, his teeth practically itching at the thought of sinking into Steve's neck. "Right..."
"RRS aims to make our services as natural as possible. Full scents, all physical contact... The only thing you really can't do is bite. Anything else..." Steve shrugged a little. "It's whatever you need."
Hands trembling, Eddie whispered, "I don't know what to do." His mouth fell open when his knot finally started to go down, a mortifying little squeak leaving his mouth.
"You're okay," Steve hummed, pressing his nose to Eddie's temple. "Don't think too hard about it. Just let your instincts do their thing; that's what they're for."
Finally able to pull out, Eddie carefully shifted back from Steve, biting his lip against a groan at the gush of fluids that followed him out. Steve's scent only grew stronger, dragging up the next wave of Eddie's rut. He dropped onto his elbows, his mouth quickly finding one of Steve's nipples and sucking hard.
Steve gasped, back arching, fingers clutching at Eddie's hair.
A possessive growl rumbled in Eddie's chest, laving his tongue over Steve's nipple when he whined softly. With a nip of his teeth, he trailed wet kisses down Steve's chest and stomach, shifting further down to bed to hoist Steve's legs over his shoulders and wrap an arm around each of his thighs.
"Eddie, you don't have to- oh!" Steve threw his head back as Eddie buried his face between his legs, mouth open and tongue sweeping in flat strokes to taste. The sweetness of Steve's scent was strongest down here, Eddie pressing his hips against the mattress for something to grind against.
Sweet omega. Beautiful, strong, delicious, mine, mine, mine mine mine mine.
Eddie groaned, slurping obscenely, his tongue plunging between Steve's folds and licking as deep into him as he could, drinking down the cocktail of them. Eddie's own scent was buried in Steve's cunt, driving his hips faster against the bed.
"Yes," Steve breathed, tugging Eddie's hair to keep him close. "Oh, oh..."
Eddie's growl rolled on, trying to claim every inch of Steve's pussy with his tongue, fingers printing bruises into his trembling thighs.
Mine mine mine mine mine mine...
Steve's thighs snapped together, squeezing Eddie's head as he came with a cry, grinding against Eddie's tongue and soaking his chin. Eddie's growl turned deep and satisfied, drinking Steve's bliss, locking his mouth around his swollen pussy lips and sucking.
A whine left Steve's mouth, squirming in Eddie's grasp, shuddering violently when Eddie dragged the flat of his tongue over his cunt and up the underside of his softening cock. "Jesus... Alpha, please..."
Eddie turned his head and latched his mouth onto Steve's soft inner thigh, sucking and biting a bruise into his skin while Steve writhed beneath him.
Mine. My mark. No one touch.
The desperate humping of his hips finally dragged Eddie back up the bed, Steve's knees still hooked over his shoulders as he sank deep into him again. Just a few more frantic thrusts and his knot was locking them together once more, his blunt fingernails scraping at Steve's hips as he sank his teeth into the meat of Steve's chest.
Only when the blood rushing in Eddie's ears subsided did his jaws release, his forehead dropping against Steve's sternum.
Chest heaving, Steve laid a shaky hand on the back of Eddie's head with an exhaled, "Okay..."
"Sorry," Eddie mumbled, rubbing his nose in Steve's chest hair.
Steve huffed a short laugh, still panting. "Shut up."
Trying to breathe, Eddie realised his hips were still moving, grinding in rhythmic little circles that he couldn't stop. "Fuck..."
"C'mon, alpha," Steve whispered, rocking back to meet him as much as he could.
Eddie couldn't help the desperate little grunts leaving his mouth, his brows knotting together as he scrabbled for purchase at Steve's hips. One of his hands reached for Steve's shoulder, anchoring himself there and grabbing Steve's cock with the other.
"Alpha!" Steve cried, head thrown back as Eddie jerked him with quick strokes that matched the pace of his relentless hips.
When Steve came, clamping down on on Eddie's knot, Eddie's vision whited. His skin burned, cock kicking, his growl shaking his whole body as he followed Steve over the edge.
As Eddie's brain came back online, he briefly wondered how long it had been since his last breath, panting for air. He turned his head enough to nuzzle at the soft inside of Steve's knee, lips fumbling in drunken kisses. Struggling to release his grip on Steve's shoulder, he eventually managed to bring his hand to pet at Steve's chest, pride rising in his chest at the racing of Steve's heart beneath his palm.
A long, breathless moment passed, one of Steve's hands eventually covering Eddie's on his chest. "Lie down," he murmured. "Save your energy."
Eddie mumbled an acknowledgement, biting gently at Steve's thigh before letting them fall from his shoulders, then shakily lowered himself down to rest his head beside his hand.
"There we go." Stroking the back of Eddie's head, Steve hummed, "We'll try to get some water before your next wave. I'm not doing my job right if you dehydrate." Breathing a sigh, he half-laughed, "If I can walk."
Eddie shook his head, rubbing his cheek against Steve's chest. "Mine," he grumbled, unable to reel back his alpha.
"Mmhmm." Melting into the mattress, Steve twisted his fingers gently in Eddie's hair, a soft purr rumbling against Eddie's ear.
Eddie's alpha preened, nuzzling at Steve's chest. "Mine."
"Rest," Steve sighed, his purr soothing Eddie's eyes closed. "More to come."
Allowing himself to settle, Eddie pushed away the creeping thought of this ending in favour of sinking into Steve's hold.
When Eddie woke, finally free of the desperate urge beneath his skin, he found himself wrapped around Steve's back, lying on their sides with a blanket thrown over their legs. Heart sinking, he gave himself a moment to breathe Steve's scent, face pushed deep in his neck, before carefully peeling himself away. He slowly shuffled off the bed, wincing as his muscles ached when he stood.
Steve just snuffled at the pillow.
It took everything in Eddie's body to drag himself away from the view, forcing himself into the little bathroom and pushing the door closed. He avoided his reflection in the mirror, quietly climbing into the shower. As he scrubbed himself clean of days worth of sweat and sex, he kept his eyes down in an attempt to forget the half-hour he and Steve had spent in there the day before, locked together and shuddering through three orgasms each.
Finally clean, Eddie hauled himself out of the shower and dried himself quickly with one of the towels, realising much too late that it was Steve's and rubbing that sweet scent into his skin. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, then stepped back into the main room, collecting up his scattered clothes and quickly dressing.
Though he moved to grab the handle of the trailer door, Eddie paused and glanced back. Steve still slept soundly, buried in his pillow and breathing deep. Something in Eddie's gut tugged.
Tiptoeing across the trailer, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Steve's cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered. "You made sixteen-year-old Eddie's wildest dreams come true." He brushed Steve's hair back from his face, leaving another kiss on his temple before righting himself and hurrying back to the door. Huffing to control the tears trying to fight free, he pushed out of the trailer.
Outside, Eddie found himself standing in a parking lot behind a large concrete building, surrounded by more trailers than he'd ever seen outside of his home in Forest Hills. He wandered through the dozen trailers, then into the building, where a woman in her fifties was sitting behind a desk. "Um... hi?"
The woman glanced up. "All done?" she asked kindly, still sending a flush across Eddie's cheeks. "We can provide you a lift home if you'd like, or you can call someone to come pick you up." She gestured to the phone on the desk beside her.
"I'll, um... I'll call my uncle," Eddie mumbled with a nod.
An understanding smile, then the woman, whose name badge read Joyce, pushed the phone towards him.
One awkward call and fifteen minutes later, Eddie waved farewell to Joyce and climbed into his uncle's truck.
Two minutes of silent driving, then Wayne said, "So."
"Don't," Eddie grumbled, sinking in his seat and covering his face with both hands.
"I'm not mad," Wayne sighed, his hands resting easily on the steering wheel and gear stick. "I'm just... surprised. Usually you ride out your ruts at home-"
"Yeah, well, the school called RRS, so I didn't have much say," Eddie snapped, arms folded and glaring out the passenger side window.
Wayne held up one hand. "Okay. The school did call to tell me where you were, but I was under the impression they'd asked you."
With a scoff, Eddie huffed, "No one asked me anything. I was just shoved in a trailer with..." His voice stopped, forcing him to suck in a shaking breath.
A pause, then Wayne grabbed Eddie's shoulder, driving one-handed. "Y'alright, son?"
Eddie just shook his head, biting his tongue to hold his tears at bay.
"Right." Setting his jaw, Wayne muttered, "I'm calling that fucking school when we get home."
Eddie didn't bother with school on Friday. Gareth came to check on him after school, but beyond that half-hour visit, Eddie didn't speak all day. Wayne quietly brought him food and gave him fatherly pats on the head, but otherwise left him to process on his own.
Saturday morning, as Wayne returned from work, Eddie was hunched over his box of Honeycomb Cereal in the kitchen, shoveling handfuls into his mouth and halfway glancing up at his uncle. "Mornin'," he mumbled around a mouthful.
Though Wayne wrinkled his nose, he nodded, "Morning. How you tracking?"
Eddie shrugged, shoving one more handful of cereal in his mouth before poking the bag back into the box and setting it on the counter.
"That good?" Kicking off his boots, Wayne shucked his jacket and headed into the kitchen, grabbing Eddie's cereal and returning it to its rightful place in the cupboard. "You think you'll go to school on Monday?"
With a grunt, Eddie grabbed a mug and filled it with water.
"I know you don't want to," Wayne smirked, nudging Eddie with his elbow. "But we both know you do actually wanna graduate this year. I won't blame you for skipping Monday, but you really should consider Tuesday."
Once he had chugged the water from his mug, Eddie set it aside, then dropped his forehead onto Wayne's shoulder.
"I know," Wayne sighed, patting the back of Eddie's head. "If it helps, that pissant Higgins was shit scared of me when I called yesterday."
Finally, Eddie snorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"He'll be turning one of the six heat rooms they have into a rut room." With a scoff, Wayne muttered, "How they justify having six rooms for omegas and none for alphas is fuckin' beyond me."
Steve's comment from days earlier came to Eddie's mind, his briefly lifted mood tumbling down again.
A rapid knocking sounded from the trailer door, Eddie heaving a sigh through his nose and lifting his head to shuffle over. Jeff had called the day before and told Wayne he would drop Eddie's van around today, and while it was early, it made sense that one of his closest friends wanted to make sure he was alright. Despite his teasing at the time, Eddie knew deep down that Jeff had been worried about him.
The moment Eddie opened the door, he had half a second to register the beautiful sweet smell before Steve Harrington launched through the door at him, arms wrapping tight around his neck and mouth crashing into his own. Eddie staggered back a step, but Steve moved with him, all lips and tongue and desperation.
"Are you free the next few days?" Steve panted, forehead pressed to Eddie's.
Eddie could only blink, stunned. "You smell like me," he said stupidly.
"Can't wash you off," Steve mumbled, stealing a few heated kisses. "I've tried. You're in my skin." He pushed closer, pressing them together from chest to hip. "Please, are you free?"
"I... can be," Eddie supposed, praying Steve couldn't feel his heart racing.
"Thank god," Steve groaned into another kiss. "'Cause I'm going into heat early and all I can smell is you and I'm gonna need a new fucking job because I can't do it anymore if it's not you and..." Burying his face in Eddie's neck, Steve begged, "Please help me."
Eddie's arms wrapped around Steve's waist, the omega sagging against him in response. "If... If you really want me to-"
"Yes." Squashing impossibly closer, Steve huffed, "You've ruined me, Munson. Nothing else will be enough."
Pride swelled in Eddie's chest, his inner alpha howling with glee. "Okay."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Steve mumbled between hot kisses into Eddie's neck. "Christ, thank you..."
"You planning on staying here?"
Eddie's head whipped around to see Wayne watching them with a raised eyebrow. "Uh..."
"My house's empty," Steve rushed out, both hands grasping fistfuls of the back of Eddie's t-shirt.
"I'll drive," Wayne decided, already moving for his keys. "You need anything, Ed?"
So Eddie found himself on the bench seat of Wayne's truck, a haphazardly packed bag on one side and Steve goddamn Harrington panting into his neck on the other. He blushed when Wayne muttered something about being safe, even more so when Steve answered that he was on birth control for the job he was quitting as soon as his heat was over.
As soon as Wayne pulled up, Steve was dragging Eddie towards the house. Eddie had to stabilise Steve's hands as he fumbled with his house keys.
And halfway up the stairs, with Steve bouncing frantically on his cock, Eddie knew he wasn't going to school on Monday.
"Where the hell has your head been all day, man?"
Sauntering out of the school Tuesday afternoon, Eddie threw Gareth a toothy grin. "Somewhere better than this dump."
Jeff snorted, nudging Eddie's arm with his elbow. "You're not subtle, y'know. I could smell the omega on you from a mile away."
Eyes wide, Dustin hurried up to Eddie's side. "You've got a girlfriend?"
"Boyfriend," Eddie corrected, thumbs tucked into his jeans pockets as his eyes scanned the parking lot. "You'll love him, Henderson. Trust me."
"Decided to stop stinking out the school, freak?"
Eddie's gaze caught on Jason Carver leaning against the car his daddy bought him, his cronies snickering either side of him and his pretty girlfriend hooked under his arm. Sticking out his bottom lip in a patronising pout, Eddie cooed, "Don't worry, Carver, you'll know what being a grown up alpha's like someday."
The smile fell from Jason's face, eyes narrowing. Beneath his arm, his girlfriend hid a smile behind her hand, but flashed her gleeful gaze at Eddie.
A double-tapped a car horn rang across the lot. Eddie's head whipped around, a grin splitting across his face when his eyes landed on Steve leaning against the side of his beemer, sticking one hand in the air to wave at Eddie all nonchalant and smug.
Inner alpha wagging his tail madly, Eddie bounded over to the beemer. He dropped to one knee at Steve's feet, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles before gazing up at his pleased face. "Hello, princess," he murmured, turning Steve's hand over to rub his cheek at the inside of his wrist.
"Hi," Steve chuckled. "Get up here and kiss me properly."
Immediately popping back onto his feet, Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and planted a long, slow kiss on his mouth. "Miss me?" Eddie grinned.
"Almost had another wave of my heat just smelling you on my pillows," Steve said, voice low as he wrapped both arms around Eddie's neck, purring softly.
"Motherfucker," Eddie breathed, nosing at Steve's cheek.
"Not yet," Steve snickered.
"Gimme fifteen minutes."
"I'm on birth control, you dolt."
"Science won't stop me, sweetheart."
"Um," Dustin said loudly from behind them.
Eddie glanced back to find Lucas and Mike gawping at them from either side of a deeply unimpressed Dustin. "Think I just found your pups, Stevie," he smirked.
"What is this?" Dustin demanded, waving both hands at them.
"Well, you've been basically obsessed with him for months," Steve pointed out, pressing a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "Is it really so bad I want a bit of him, too?"
"You can have all of me," Eddie crooned, nuzzling Steve's jaw.
Steve snorted. "I've had all of you. I need little bits at a time; you're a lot of alpha to handle."
The three teenagers groaned and gagged.
"Do you brats want a ride to the arcade or not?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow at them. When the teenagers mumbled and nodded, Steve grabbed the door handle to the back seat of his car, popping it open. "Then get in and shut up."
With pups piling into the back seat, Eddie captured Steve's lips in another kiss. "You taking skater girl, too?"
Steve shook his head, nuzzling Eddie's nose in the process. "Passed her on her board on the way here. Front seat's free."
Pressing a hand over his heart, Eddie sighed dreamily, "You spoil me."
"Shut up," Steve chuckled, gently pushing him back. "We'll drop them off, then maybe I'll take you to Skull Rock."
Eddie beamed, scurrying around to the passenger side. He threw his baffled but proud friends a wave, then pulled his upper body out the window to stick his tongue out and flip off Jason Carver as Steve swung them around to head back towards the road.
"You're ridiculous," Steve laughed, grabbing the back of Eddie's jacket with one hand to keep him from falling out the window.
"Maybe," Eddie conceded as he clambered back inside, then tipped his head with a dopey grin. "But I'm yours."
Another chorus of groans from the back seat.
"Better get used to it, my little sheepies," Eddie sing-songed. "I'm not letting this go for anything."
The smile and squeeze of his hand he earned warmed Eddie from the inside out. Yeah, not for anything.