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Two Months Later …
October 1987
Steve is struggling not to burst into laughter as Eddie throws open the theater doors and marches outside with Steve, Nancy, and Robin hot on his heels.
“It’s just wrong!”
“Yeah? I think you’re just jealous that you’re not as good looking as Kiefer Sutherland,” Nancy says with a shrug as Robin and Steve try desperately not to laugh. They"re teetering on the edge, mouths held tightly closed to keep sound from escaping, though they both know it"s coming.
Eddie wheels around on his heels, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “Don’t even try to put Kiefer on my level, first off,” He says with all the offense in the world. “Secondly, it’s not my fault that they put—” He pauses to practically shout the next word at the sky, alarming a few passersby. “—BULLSHIT vampire powers into this movie!”
Steve comes up to his boyfriend, patting his shoulder apologetically. “I’m sorry the movie was just … So outrageously offensive to you, Eds. They should have consulted an actual vampire on what it’s like …”
“THANK yo—”
“Too bad they don’t exist,” Steve cuts in, watching as Eddie’s jaw drops.
“Oh you fucking ass,” Eddie says, punching Steve’s arm as the dam finally breaks and the group bursts into laughter as they head towards their cars. “I’ll remember that later when you’re begging me to bite your neck.”
“Gross,” Robin chimes in, wrinkling her nose before a wide grin spreads across her face.
“This is the weirdest double date I’ve ever been on,” Steve says with a long suffering sigh.
“Well … Considering that everyone else thinks that the double date is you and me as a couple and Robin and Eddie as a couple … I think that already set the tone for the night,” Nancy points out.
Eddie throws an arm around Steve’s shoulder that looks more like two bros hanging out than the affectionate touching that the rest of the Hawkins crew had grown accustomed to seeing between the two men.
“Besides, you knew you weren’t getting ‘normal’ when you so graciously asked me out on a date,” Eddie says, voice low enough now that only Steve and the girls could hear.
Steve snorts, leaning in close to Eddie. “You mean when I asked you what we were while you were arguing with Henderson over some bullshit with your little D&D figures and you yelled back,” Steve pauses, doing a quiet yell. “‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT ARE WE? WE’RE FUCKING DATING ASSHOLE. NOW TELL DUSTIN THAT THIS IS FUCKING TITANIUM WHITE, NOT EGGSHELL WHITE!’ ”
“Yeah and then you still sided with the little shit!”
“It’s not my fault you didn’t put up as convincing of an argument as Henderson. Maybe you need to work on your debate skills,” Steve pauses before grinning. "Or a pair of glasses."
“My debate—” Eddie sputters out, but Robin nods and chimes in before he can finish his statement.
“You did also lose a debate with Erica about which pony is the best in My Little Pony. And that other time when you lost the debate on which candy bar is the best …”
Eddie jumps back, pointing an accusatory finger at all three of them. “That’s because none of you have any taste! ”
“I think your thirst for blood has fucked up your taste buds,” Steve points out.
“Oh my god,” Eddie groans. “It’s me against the world, just like always. I have no real friends. Just assholes who claim to be acquainted with me.”
This time, Steve slings his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, bringing him in for a side hug. “That’s okay … I still like you regardless,” He teases, gently knocking his head against Eddie’s.
“God, how are you two so sappy without being like … Sappy,” Robin asks and earns a middle finger from Eddie in response as he leans into Steve.
When they finally reach their cars, the four say goodbye and the girls get into Nancy’s car, leaving Eddie and Steve standing outside Steve’s car. Watching the girls leave, Eddie turns back to Steve and gives him a devious grin. “So, sailor … You headin’ my way? Do I need to show a little leg to get a ride?”
Steve snorts and playfully pushes Eddie. “Get in the car, you jezebel.”
Perking up at this, Eddie grins widely. “Look at you! Using big words!” He says as he jogs to the passenger side, climbing in. “I am rubbing off on you!”
“Oh my god. You are insufferable,” Steve says after climbing into the driver’s seat.
“Look at that! Another one!”
The two break into laughter and Steve starts up the car. The drive home is filled with rock blaring from the car speakers as Eddie plays the new Alice Cooper album Steve had finally managed to get Eddie once the music store had reopened. He was positive that Eddie had listened to the Raise Your Fist and Yell album nearly every day since he’d brought it home (which meant that Steve had also listened to it nearly every day).
Even now, he catches glimpses of Eddie playing air guitar to “Freedom” and he’s sure that Eddie can already probably play a majority of the song on his guitar. He debates on asking Eddie if he can try and play it later in the week for Steve to see, knowing that Eddie would probably be all for it.
He pulls into his driveway and waits until the next song is done so Eddie can get his fill before ejecting the tape and handing it over so they could bring it inside to play when cooking and the like, then turning off the car. It"s a clear night and he can’t help but stare up at the sky once he climbs out of the car.
“It’s weird, right?”
Steve glances behind him to see Eddie leaning against the roof of the car, looking up at the sky as well. He returns his attention back up to the sky and gives a nod. The house is just in the right spot that they get a pretty clear view of the stars hanging in the sky above them. There was a point in Steve"s life where he"d known so many of the constellations, having spent hours outside just staring at the sky while his parents were gone, but now he"s simply lucky if he can point out Orion"s Belt.
“Yeah … Got so used to seeing y’know … Dark and foreboding clouds and storms that … It"s weird to just see … Stars.”
“Sometimes it just doesn’t feel real,” Eddie admits.
"You know ... It"s been a year?"
"A year?"
"Since you showed up in my dreams," Steve explained. "It happened the first time last October."
"Huh ..." Eddie muses. "Had no clue. Then again, there wasn"t exactly calendars in the Upside Down. I hadn"t even realized how long it"d been since Operation Flambé Part One." He takes a moment to really take in the information before giving a small huff. "Well ... At least some good came out of all that bullshit."
Nodding again, Steve turns back to Eddie. “C’mon, we’ve got a nice, comfy couch calling our name.”
“Way to make us sound like an old married couple,” Eddie snorts out.
“Weren"t you just saying that some good came out of all the bullshit?" Steve asks, raising a brow. "And, also, are you telling me that you don’t want to start on The Two Towers?”
That gets Eddie’s interest. They’d finally finished reading The Fellowship of the Ring a few days ago and Steve had been so invested in the story, he’d asked Eddie when they’d get to start the next book, much to Eddie’s delight. Unfortunately, between Eddie’s job at the local auto shop (something Hopper had helped him get once his name had been cleared) and Steve’s schedule at Family Video, the two just hadn’t had the time.
Tonight seems like the perfect night.
Eddie clearly agrees as he jogs up to the door, calling back to Steve, asking him what he was waiting for. Steve laughs and quickly makes his way to the front door of what had become their home. Eddie had been adamant about redecorating and reorganizing everything. He’d insisted that it was to rid the Harrington estate of the remaining dregs of Steve’s parents and to help them move past the memories of the Harrington estate as a base of operations for a bloody war.
Steve had been hesitant about it at first, almost as if he was afraid that if he started to change everything, his parents would come back and demand the house back (even if it was legally his now). However, once Eddie had worked his magic, adding touches of Eddie throughout the rooms, it felt more like home than it had ever felt before. They’d moved into the largest bedroom, turning Steve’s old room into another guest room that the kids usually used as a crash pad on D&D nights (Hellfire Club had resumed activities every other Friday night at the Harrington-Munson household, unless something drastic came up, causing them to cancel).
Wandering in and plopping down on some second hand couch that Joyce had given them, Steve waits patiently for Eddie to get comfortable with the book before he moves to lay his head in Eddie’s lap. As they’d grown accustomed to, Eddie plays with Steve’s hair as he reads a chapter from the book and Steve eagerly listens to the story play out in the different voices that Eddie uses (without falling asleep anymore, thank you very much).
By the time that the chapter is done, Steve hums in thought and offers his opinions on what he predicts is going to happen and Eddie, as always, just gives him a grin that says Steve is either nailing the plot line or that Steve is so fucking far off track it’s hilarious (Steve has yet to figure out which it is; Eddie would be one hell of a poker player).
Steve sits up and stretches, feeling his spine pop from the motion. “Ready for bed?”
“You uh … Think that I could get a bite to eat?” Eddie asks. It’s been months, but Eddie is always reluctant to ask. He never takes a lot, either; Steve calls it ‘snacking’, which always makes Eddie laugh.
“Yeah, of course,” Steve says. He pats his lap, which has become the standard for anytime Eddie wants to snack.
Eddie puts the bookmark in the book and finally sets it off to the side before straddling Steve’s legs. He puts on a whole show of it, looking down at Steve, brushing calloused fingers over his cheeks before leaning down to kiss Steve and Steve doesn’t realize how much subconscious tension he’s held in his body until Eddie kisses him. It all comes rushing out of him and his body sags as all feels right in the world again.
“Feel better?” Eddie asks against his lips as he pulls away.
“Mmm … Yeah,” Steve responds, knowing that Eddie had felt his body simply give out.
Eddie doesn’t tease him for it and, for that, Steve is grateful. Eddie’s lips brush over his jaw and heads towards his neck and Steve instinctively tilts his head back. His heart rate speeds up and that causes Eddie to chuckle against his throat. Eddie knows how much his feedings affect Steve and he always gives Steve shit for it (in a good natured way).
Holding his breath, Steve waits for Eddie to finally bite down before he lets it out in a low moan. His hands instinctively land on Eddie’s hips, holding on as Eddie feeds. He still has no fucking clue why it’s so … Mind blowingly hot, but it never fails to turn him on. By the time that Eddie pulls away, licking at the bite marks and the blood lingering on his lips, Steve is rolling his hips up against his pants, seeking friction. It pulls another laugh out of Eddie who rights himself, looking down at Steve.
“Every time, dude,” Eddie comments playfully. He gives Steve a heated look. “Should we go upstairs and I’ll suck something else?”
“Don’t be a fucking tease,” Steve huffs out before swatting Eddie’s hip a little harder than normal to get him off his lap.
Grinning, Eddie crawls off Steve and stands in front of him, hands on his hips. “Now, my beloved. You know damn well that I’m not teasing you. I’m always happy to get on my knees for you.”
And … Yeah, Steve is very much aware of that fact. It had only taken them a week after the whole collapse of the Upside Down for the two of them to have sex for the first time. After that? Steve wasn’t sure if Eddie was just insatiable, making up for lost time, or what exactly, but Steve felt like he’d met his match when it came to sexual escapades.
He was positive that if Eddie had his way, they’d never leave their bed again.
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says as he stands, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders as he leans in to kiss him. “How about you fly us up to the bedroom?” He asks against Eddie’s lips, a small smirk spreading across his face.
Eddie looks confused for a moment before realization dawns on him and he pulls away. “You know damn well that movie was wrong for so many reasons! I mean— Just think about all their weaknesses, Harrington! Holy water? Come on.”
“Well, we never actually tried holy water to see if it worked on you.”
“I swear if you find some holy—”
Steve leans in, kissing Eddie again. “Don’t worry … I’ll hold off on the holy water,” He says. “For now.”
“You’re so mean to me, Harrington. What an absolute butthead.”
Steve snorts at that, before shrugging, heading towards the stairs. “Guess I’ll just go have some fun by myself,” He hums.
“Whoa, whoa, wait up!” Eddie calls out, jogging after Steve.
The rest of the trip to the bedroom is filled with laughter and teasing as they play a game of cat and mouse; Steve playing hard to get with Eddie just to torment him some more. By the time they actually make it to their bed, Steve pushes Eddie back onto it, watching as Eddie’s hair splays out over the blankets, before climbing over him to kiss him deeply.
Eddie groans into his mouth, delighting in the feel of Steve’s tongue exploring his mouth. It doesn’t last long as Steve pulls away to hook his fingers in the hem of his shirt, dragging it up and off his body, tossing it somewhere in the general direction of their laundry hamper. Eddie reaches up, letting his fingers dance over the ridges of Steve’s scarring on his sides; their matching scars. He doesn’t linger, letting his hands travel up to the patch of hair on Steve’s chest.
“Don’t ever listen to Henderson,” Eddie says, earning a confused brow raise from Steve. “This? Does not need to be tamed.”
That earns a snort from Steve, clearly not expecting the comment. “So I shouldn’t shave?”
“Steven Harrington. If you shave, I want a divorce.”
“We’re not even married.”
“Yet.”
Steve flushes at the comment and waves Eddie off. “We’ve only been dating for like two months. Maybe you’ll get bored of me one day,” Steve says simply. One day Eddie would wake up and realize that this thing he had with Steve? It was all bullshit.
Eddie sits up in record time, cupping Steve’s face. “Hey. Stevie,” He says gently, waiting until Steve’s eyes focus on him. “I’m not gonna get bored of you. Whatever you’ve got going on in your head? Forget it.”
He gives a huff of a laugh. “Thanks, Eddie. For the reassurance,” Steve says genuinely.
“Anytime,” Eddie says, giving a lazy grin. “Now … Can we get back to the sexy part?”
“Are you sure you’re not like … a succubus or some shit instead of a vampire?”
Eddie seems to honestly give it some consideration before shaking his head. “Pretty sure … Anyways, I’d be an incubus, not a succubus. An incubus is a male.”
“Ugh. Nerd talk in the bed. Don’t we have a rule against that yet?”
“That means you can’t tell me about sports shit in bed either.”
“Touché,” Steve responds before hooking his fingers in the hem of Eddie’s shirt. “Well … If we wanna get to the ‘sexy part’ then this needs to go.”
Eddie laughs and lets Steve take his shirt off. Once they’re both shirtless, Eddie places his hands on Steve’s hips, leaning in to kiss him deeply once again. One of his hands eventually migrates to the front of Steve’s pants where Steve knows Eddie can feel how hard he still is after his feeding earlier. Steve gives a soft moan into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie continues to rub against the jean fabric until it becomes not enough for either of them. Eddie pops the button on Steve’s jeans and Steve is quick to shimmy out of both his jeans and his boxers before looking Eddie over.
“You’re wearing too many clothes now,” He says as if it was obvious before flushing as Eddie’s eyes rake over his body like he is a thirsty man in a desert. The first time they’d slept together, Eddie had joked about how calling Steve big boy had been so appropriate without him even knowing. It’s still a sure fire way to have Steve turn a bright red in public and Eddie uses it to his advantage at every chance he gets.
Once Eddie gets his fill of looking at Steve, he gives a devious grin before undoing his own pants, wriggling out of the last of his clothes with some difficulty. However, the moment he’s naked, Steve can see why Eddie had given him the grin.
“Is that— … Are you wearing a fucking butt plug?”
“Yep.”
“Where did you get that?!”
“The sex shop, obviously.”
“I— … Were you wearing that throughout the movie??”
“Yep.”
“Oh my god. Is that why you kept wriggling around when things got boring??”
“I had to keep myself entertained somehow.”
Eddie has a shit eating grin on his face, like he’s so fucking proud of himself for thinking of such a genius move and Steve … Steve is kind of impressed, to be honest. He hadn’t even known. He’d just assumed Eddie was getting antsy at random points throughout the movie. Vampire problems, he chalked it up to.
Apparently he’d just been horny as fuck.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Nope, Stevie. Just little ol’ me.”
“You were planning this?!”
Eddie just stares at him, bored, like he doesn’t understand why Steve keeps questioning him. “Okay, are you going to keep asking questions or are you going to fuck me? ‘Cause I’m gonna be really disappointed if I did all this for nothing.”
“Oh my god.”
“Again, just little ol’ me.”
“Yeah. A little ol" fuckin’ pervert.”
“Okay, now you’re just starting to be offensive, Stevie.”
Steve gives a disbelieving huff of a laugh before shaking his head. Eddie pulls Steve down onto the bed and promptly straddles Steve’s legs. Steve’s dick gives a twitch in interest and he can’t help the flush that follows the path of Eddie’s hand from his neck down his chest.
“How’d I get so lucky as to end up with King Steve?”
“Apparently I just fall for idiots.”
“Rude,” Eddie says with a wide grin before he leans down, giving Steve a heated kiss.
His hips rock in the air and his dick brushes against Steve’s, sending a shudder down Steve’s spine. At this rate, if they keep prolonging this, Steve isn’t going to last long. Eddie breaks the kiss and slides further down Steve’s body until his mouth is hovering over his cock. He gives Steve a fanged smile, eyes flashing crimson, and instantly Steve points at him.
“No fangs. You know the rules.”
“But what if I’m careful, baby?”
“Yeah. No. Not risking my dick anywhere near your fangs, thank you very much.”
“One day it’s gonna happen and you’re gonna realize there was nothing to worry about this whole time,” Eddie says with a snicker as the crimson in his eyes fades away and his canines shrink back some.
Eddie finally wraps his lips around Steve’s dick and lowers his mouth as Steve’s head falls back in a groan. He reaches out to tangle his fingers in Eddie’s hair and … Fuck, he loves being able to just bury his hands in the curls. Eddie’s head bobs up and down, occasionally humming around him and Steve can’t stop the moans that it pulls from him. Eddie knows just how to play him like a fiddle and, honestly, it’s a little embarrassing how easily Eddie is able to read him.
Eventually, Eddie pops off his cock, sitting up on his knees. He drags his thumb along his bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth as if savoring the taste of his own spit combined with the lingering taste of Steve’s cock.
“Fuck … C’mere …” Steve groans out, reaching to pull Eddie in for another heated kiss.
He takes the chance to flip their positions, chuckling against Eddie’s lips when Eddie gives a confused noise. Pulling away, he sits back and looks over Eddie’s body appreciatively. As much as Eddie talks a big game, Steve always notices the way that Eddie suddenly looks unsure when Steve takes the time to look over him like this; as if his insecurities get in the way and the confident mask he puts on finally cracks.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Steve says in awe.
He’s said it a million times to Eddie before, but each time is almost like the first time as Eddie turns a bright red. Steve can practically see Eddie’s confidence being rebuilt brick by brick as he preens somewhat under Steve.
“Yeah? Don’t let my boyfriend hear you say that.”
The comment is so unexpected, it punches a laugh out of Steve.
“Is that so?” He asks, leaning down over Eddie to kiss him. “And what is he gonna do about it?”
Returning the kiss, Eddie hums. “Hopefully fuck me already. Y’know … Lay claim and all that macho dude bullshit.”
The comment earns another laugh from Steve. “‘Macho dude bullshit’?” He asks, incredulously.
“You know. Basketballs and locker rooms and all that bullshit.”
“Oh my god, just … Just shut up already,” Steve says, laughing still as he shakes his head.
Eddie clearly gets ready to retort when Steve finally spits in his hand and grabs Eddie"s dick, giving a few teasing strokes that has him rolling his eyes back in pleasure.
“Ugh … Fuckin’ … Finally,” He whines.
Snickering a bit, Steve leans down, kissing his way down Eddie’s body until he gets to Eddie’s hip. Giving a soft nip there that has Eddie moaning and his hips jerking up into Steve’s hand, he smiles against Eddie’s skin. He finally pulls back again to reach into their bedside drawer to pull out the lube and condoms they left in there before settling in between Eddie’s legs again.
Catching sight of the butt plug, he still seems just … Fucking shocked that Eddie had not only purchased it without him knowing, but had also worn it all night without his knowledge. Reaching out, he slowly wiggles it free and watches as the muscle around Eddie’s hole flutters from being empty again.
“Fuck …” Steve mutters more to himself than anything.
He grabs the lube and coats his fingers with it before sliding two into Eddie. Okay, so the butt plug had definitely been a good idea; he’d give that to Eddie. Moving his fingers in and out, he watches as Eddie shudders under his touches and when he slides in a third finger, Eddie’s eyes flutter shut with a moan.
Steve takes the time, teasing and finger fucking Eddie, before he can tell that Eddie is getting impatient. Pulling his fingers out, he reaches out to snag one of the condoms and rips the packet open with his teeth, which is apparently something that Eddie is very much into, because Eddie watches the scene and groans when Steve does it, spitting the ripped top off somewhere in the room for him to clean later. Making sure he has it on the right way, he rolls it onto his own dick before pouring lube on and inching forward to place the head at Eddie’s entrance.
Eddie hooks his legs around Steve’s thighs and Steve can’t help but huff out a laugh. “Impatient …” He comments as he teases Eddie with the tip.
“If you don’t stick your dick in me in the next two seconds, I’m gonna—”
His comment is cut off by Steve finally pushing into him. It’s replaced by a long moan as he digs his heels into the back of Steve’s thighs, urging him forward. Once he’s fully seated within Eddie, he bows his head, hovering over him with his arms on either side of Eddie’s torso. Eddie’s hands come up to cup Steve’s face and pull him down into another kiss.
It’s gentle and loving instead of heated and desperate and everything that Steve loves about kissing Eddie. It reminds him that there is someone who loves him the same way that he loves them; that he’s not alone in the world, for once. It’s what makes sex with Eddie so different. As absolutely fucking cliché as it sounds (and he hates it), it’s the difference between fucking and making love.
Pulling away from Eddie, he pulls his hips back before pushing in once again as he tests the waters. Eddie groans as Steve moves and brings his arms up to wrap them around Steve’s shoulders.
“Fuck that’s so much better than that toy …” Eddie comments, causing Steve to snort.
“I would hope so,” Steve responds. He pulls out and pushes back in and he can already hear the comment sitting on Eddie’s tongue before it comes out. “Don’t you say it.”
Eddie gives a breathless laugh, burying his fingers in the short hair at the base of Steve’s neck as Steve starts up a slow pace, pulling his hips back before pushing them back in.
“What? Don’t want to hear me talk about how I knew you had a big dick the first time I saw you and yet somehow you couldn’t figure out that I was into guys when I called you big boy?” As always, Steve flushes a bright red in embarrassment. Eddie moves one hand to brush over Steve’s cheeks. “God … How’d I land the cutest guy in all of Hawkins?”
“By being the literal man of my dreams, apparently,” Steve says.
The comment causes Eddie to grin brightly until it’s cut off when Steve picks up the pace and Eddie’s eyes flutter closed. He moans, bringing his hand back up to the back of Steve’s head, dragging him down into another kiss, this one more far desperate and heated than their last; gentleness replaced with need.
It’s another thing Steve’s never had with any of his previous partners. With his previous partners, it had only ever been about getting from point A to point B with as much pleasure as they could accumulate along the way (and usually in the fastest way possible, depending on whose parents were coming home first). With Eddie, sex is just fun on top of being pleasurable. They laugh and shit talk to each other and it’s just fun. There never feels like there’s a timer on what they do, even when it’s just a rushed quickie in the shower before D&D nights.
Hell, one time they’d taken a break halfway through to make ice cream sundaes.
Steve swears their entire relationship is like one of the stupid Harlequin romance novels he’d seen Mrs. Wheeler read on a few of his visits to the Wheeler household. Theirs would no doubt have some stupid ass title like The Dungeon Master’s Seduction or The Babysitter’s Price. As cliché and dumb as it sounds and feels, he finally gets why those novels are so popular, because who wouldn’t want a romance like what he and Eddie have?
“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie groans out underneath him, pulling him from his thoughts as he gives a particularly rough thrust. “More. Just like that, baby.”
And Steve is always one to oblige when it comes to Eddie. He shifts to adjust his angle, pulling Eddie’s hips up a little more to settle on his own thighs as he thrusts down into him. The new angle clearly helps as Eddie presses his head back into the pillow, showing off the long expanse of his neck while he moans.
He can’t resist leaning down, pressing kisses to the bared flesh as he thrusts into Eddie at a steady pace. Steve sucks and nips at Eddie’s skin there until he’s sure that, come tomorrow, there’ll be a dark mark left behind. The rest of the party has stopped pointing them out to joke Eddie about it because Eddie proudly wears them like a badge of honor. Steve isn’t sure if there was a day in the past two months that Eddie had gone without a mark, fresh or fading, somewhere on his body.
“God, Eddie …” Steve moans out against Eddie’s neck, earning him a breathy laugh as Eddie tugs gently at Steve’s hair, pulling another moan from him.
“Just Eddie is fine. Definitely no—nngh—gods here …” Eddie manages to get out. “‘Cept maybe you. F–Fuckin’ sex god over here … Christ, man …”
Huffing out a laugh against Eddie’s neck, he gives another playful nip to Eddie’s skin before pulling back enough to pull Eddie up where he’d slid down his thighs before picking up his speed once again. Reaching between them, his hand wraps around Eddie’s dick and he strokes him in time with the hard thrusts. The motion leaves Eddie a blubbering mess and his fingers dig into the backs of Steve’s shoulders where his hands have come to settle. One hand comes back up to bury itself in Steve’s hair, pulling him back down for a messy, uncoordinated kiss that always signals to Steve that Eddie’s just on the verge of climax.
Pulling away so his lips just barely brush against Eddie’s, he speaks in a low, not-quite-a-whisper tone. “Come for me, Eddie … Let me see you …”
His eyes flicker up and down Eddie’s face and body as he pulls away just enough so he can see all of Eddie, watching him intensely as he snaps his hips roughly against Eddie’s. It only takes a few more rough thrusts and a few more strokes before Eddie is clenching around him, spilling over his hand and abdomen.
Steve continues until Eddie swats his hand away, overly sensitive and giving sharp jerks as he tries to get away from Steve’s unrelenting touch. He laughs gently and grabs Eddie’s hips, shifting back slightly so he can continue to thrust into Eddie to find his own release.
“That’s it, baby,” Eddie says, still breathless and panting under him. “Put on a show for me … Fuck you’re hot.”
Steve can only imagine what kind of show he’s apparently putting on for Eddie with his hair matted, thrusting into Eddie with reckless abandon. Whatever it is, Eddie’s dick gives an appreciative twitch and honestly, Steve gives it an A for effort. Eddie reaches up, pulling Steve down once again so he can kiss at Steve’s neck. Without warning, Eddie uses his fangs to nip at the sensitive skin and it’s all over for Steve.
He gives a few hard thrusts before he’s falling over the edge, coming into the condom. Steve’s hips involuntarily jerk a few times before he finally pulls out, shuddering at the feeling. He’s panting and sweating and fuck he’s never felt better. He pulls the condom off, tying it, and tosses it into the trash near their bed. Grabbing a few tissues, he wipes his hand clean along with Eddie’s torso before tossing that in the trash as well.
Steve flops onto the bed next to Eddie, face down in his pillow as he tries to catch his breath. The sound of a lighter flicking on causes him to turn his head, glancing at Eddie with a raised brow.
“Really?”
Eddie takes a long drag from the cigarette as he shifts to sit up slightly before lifting his head to blow the smoke towards the ceiling. “What?”
“First off … Robin’s going to murder you if she finds out you’re still smoking. Secondly, are you trying to be every bad movie cliché right now?” Steve asks as he reaches out to steal the cigarette from Eddie, taking his own drag before holding it back out for Eddie to take as he rolls onto his back.
“Just wait til Robin hears that you’re still smoking,” He teases. “Also, how are you going to sit there and chastise me when you literally did the exact same thing right after?”
“I’m different. That’s my platonic soulmate.”
“Which means she’ll be more pissed at you.”
“How about we just … Don’t tell her?”
“Then don’t bring it up next time,” Eddie says, grinning as he flicks the cigarette ash into a soda can on his nightstand.
Steve gets up to go to the bathroom and when he comes back, he snatches the cigarette back from Eddie to take his turn as Eddie disappears into the bathroom. When he comes back, Steve is sitting propped up against the headboard and he willingly hands over the almost finished cigarette.
“So … Halloween’s coming up,” Steve starts.
“Yup,” Eddie says, finishing off the last of the cigarette before putting it out and discarding it into the soda can. “Do you know your costume yet?”
“No,” Steve admits. He’d been trying to figure it out for the last two weeks with no real luck. “But I think I know what you should go as.”
“A zombie?”
“Nah,” Steve says before giving Eddie a shit eating grin. “David Powers.”
“I’m not going to be the fucking Kiefer vampire from that bullshit fucking movie!” Eddie says before jumping out of the bed, snatching his pillow. “That’s it! I’m sleeping on the couch!”
Steve breaks out into laughter as Eddie storms out of the room. He quickly gets up from the bed and chases after Eddie to drag him back to the bed.
A week later, Eddie is dressed like himself with his fangs on full display, proclaiming his “costume” as “WHAT A REAL FUCKING VAMPIRE LOOKS LIKE”.
It certainly doesn’t help that Steve laughs as every single person who comes to their door calls Eddie “one of those Lost Boys!”. He promises to make it up to Eddie later.
After all, they’ve got the rest of their lives.