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While Steve is away dropping off the children to their respective houses, Eddie thinks. And a thinking Eddie is a bad omen. His thoughts have a way of twisting themselves up and appearing more monstrous and sizable than they actually are. So usually he's never left alone with them. He usually makes his thoughts third wheel to his favorite records and tapes. He knows the smart thing would be to go hang out with Robin and Nancy in their guest room, but he's feeling a little masochistic. So he thinks.
He's stuck on the time travel situation. Not the time travel itself — that's been neatly tucked away in the 'sure, why not?' section of Eddie's brain. No, he's stuck on the fact that this week has happened before but differently. Because if it's happened more than once, does that mean some things are always meant to happen? Does destiny exist? Is there a balance to the universe that self-corrects when bullshit goes awry? And if so, what things has Steve changed that could blow up in their faces at any moment? Eddie doesn't want to find out if equivalent exchange applies here.
And then there's Steve himself. Did he travel body and soul through time, and if so, where is this timeline's version of Steve? Did they swap places? Is there another Steve just roaming around Hawkins? Did Steve get rid of his double? Or was only his consciousness sent back in time? Did he possess his past self? Is Steve stuck in the past or will he be sent back to the future? Is he going to leave Eddie behind? Will Eddie even know? Or will the timeline correct itself and he won't even remember any of this?
How could he forget Steve?
His mind has drifted so far away, he doesn't notice Steve is back until there's a weight in his lap. Eddie's eyes refocus to see the most beautiful boy in Hawkins straddling his thighs with a lustful spark in his brown eyes. Eddie's whirlwind of thoughts are no match for Steve Harrington. Even Eddie cannot be lost in despair when he has a hot man in his lap, whose hips are unsubtly grinding against his own.
"Wuh-?" Eddie asks like the wordsmith he is.
Steve presses his lips to Eddie's and Eddie feels himself grin.
"Missed you," Steve breathes out.
"You weren't even gone long?" Eddie says.
Steve gives him a wide eyed pout. Eddie's heart soars. He could stare into those eyes for the rest of his life. Eddie is so distracted by those puppy eyes that he doesn't notice Steve is pushing him down onto the mattress until his back meets resistance. A soft gasp escapes him. Steve swoops down to slide his tongue along Eddie's. The moan that elicits should be embarrassing, but Eddie’s far too turned on to care.
Eddie loses himself in the caress of their lips. He slides his hands up into Steve's perfect hair. It feels as soft as he always imagined it would. Warm hands glide down Eddie's sides and sneak under his shirt. Coy fingertips dance along his ribs and trace his hip bones with reverence. A questioning tug at the hem of his jeans has Eddie tilting away from the kiss to look at Steve.
"Let me?" Steve asks. As if Eddie would ever deny him.
"Yeah. Please?" Eddie hopes he doesn't sound pathetically eager.
Steve grins triumphantly and ducks his head down to Eddie's neck, sucking a bruise into his pale skin while his hands expertly undo Eddie's jeans. Without another mouth to occupy his own, Eddie's whines and moans fill the room. Eddie's jeans and boxers are gone in one motion, and so is Steve’s weight on him.
Eddie leans up on his elbows and gasps at the sight of Steve on his knees between Eddie's bare thighs. Steve is staring right at Eddie's hard dick. Eddie feels embarrassment creeping in. His legs start to close on their own, but Steve darts out his hands to keep them open. His hands are so close to where Eddie wants him and it's driving him insane. Eddie can feel his face heating up the more Steve stares at him without doing anything.
"Do something please," Eddie whines.
Steve's eyes snap up to him like he forgot Eddie was even there.
"Sorry. You've got a real pretty dick; I was distracted," Steve apologizes.
Before Eddie can ask how a dick can be pretty, Steve's hand wraps around the base of his cock, and Eddie has to tense his whole body to stop this from ending embarrassingly fast. He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes deeply to regain his composure. As he adjusts to the sensation of someone else's hand on him, a spike of pleasure shoots up his spine. Wet, hot pressure surrounds his cock. His eyes shoot open and his legs kick out at the sensation. Steve looks so happy with his eyes closed and lips wrapped around Eddie's cock. He must sense Eddie watching him because his eyes flutter open and he stares up at Eddie with a mischievous look.
This is going to be over embarrassingly fast. Eddie's torn between the shame of failing to be able to drag this out and the burning desire to chase his pleasure.
"I'm close." Eddie moans with a shaky tap to Steve's shoulder.
Steve winks at him as he hums around Eddie's cock. The feeling is so overwhelming, so unbelievably good, that Eddie convulses and groans as he shoots his load right into Steve's mouth. His arms give out and he collapses onto the mattress. He expects to feel the cold air rush around him, but instead he feels the fluttering motion of Steve swallowing Eddie's cum. If he hadn't just had an earth-shatteringly amazing orgasm, Eddie's convinced he'd be fully hard again from that alone. He's still catching his breath as Steve licks him clean, lapping at his cock until Eddie has to tap at his head and squirm his legs to let Steve know he's oversensitive.
Steve pulls off Eddie's cock with a satisfying poop. He grins dopily up at Eddie, looking beautifully flushed and debauched with spit and cum painting his lips. Eddie groans and tips his head back so the sight doesn't give his oversensitive dick any ideas. Steve laughs and climbs back up on the bed to hover over Eddie.
"Good?" Steve asks with the cocky smirk of someone who knows exactly how good he is.
"Five stars," Eddie breathes out.
Steve laughs.
"Now let me return the favor."
Eddie pushes Steve over onto his back. Herucks up his shirt, kissing his sternum as his hands glide over Steve's body. He slides his hands up and gropes at his chest, delighting in the soft hair there. He skims a thumb over a nipple. Steve's gasp stutters as Eddie sucks a bruise into one of his pecs while playing with the nipple on the other. Steve is making these pretty moans and quiet whines that Eddie is going to remember forever.
Eddie follows the trail of hair down Steve's torso, leaving kisses and bruises in his wake. When he gets to Steve's jeans, he struggles a bit to get them undone. It's weird undoing clothes in reverse. Once he's got the button and zip undone, Steve helps by kicking off his jeans and underwear.
Eddie sits back on his heels to admire the view. He understands why Steve just stared at him now. He knows he should be admiring Steve's hard leaking cock, but his muscled thighs are right there, as is that ass he'd very much like to grope. He's envious of Steve's confidence to bask in the gaze of someone else while naked and vulnerable.
Eddie reaches out and runs his hands over Steve's toned thighs; he bites back a groan when the muscle there jumps under his touch. He glides his hands around and underneath those thighs to get two handfuls of that lovely plush ass. Eddie squeezes and is shocked by the strong muscle hiding beneath the heavenly softness. He shifts his fingertips to tease across Steve's hole. Steve gasps. As much as Eddie would like to fuck Steve right now, he knows they'd need to talk about that first, figure out logistics, not to mention Eddie’s cock needs time to recover.
Steve whines at Eddie to get a move on.
Eddie ducks his head down and presses his tongue against Steve. He licks up the mess Steve made before Eddie has even touched him. The idea that Steve got off on pleasuring Eddie sends him reeling. As he wraps his mouth around Steve, a pair of strong hands find a home in his hair.
"So good, Eddie," Steve breathes out.
The praise lights a fire in Eddie's veins.
Eddie swirls his tongue around and inches his head lower and lower. He paces himself, not wanting to gag and ruin the moment. Steve's hands tug gently at Eddie's hair in encouragement and warning. Eddie rushes forward to bury his nose in Steve's hair and drown himself in that musky, heady scent. Overcome by hubris, he’s met with the consequences hitting the back of his throat. Eddie retreats, sliding off Steve's cock and fighting the urge to gag. He opens his mouth to apologize, shocked into silence by a hot release painting his tongue and face.
"Shit, Eddie! I tried to warn you, but I wasn't expecting you to try and deepthroat me on your first try," Steve apologizes with unmasked awe. His glassy eyes are filled with concern and sympathy, but his pink cheeks betray how much he's enjoying this turn of events.
Eddie closes his mouth and swallows. Steve's eyes lock onto the motion of Eddie's throat. Steve shakes his head and grabs a box of tissues, and Eddie closes his eyes as Steve tenderly cleans up the mess he made. Somehow, Eddie knows this is more care than he'd get from anyone else. Eddie may not have any notches in his bed post but he knows Steve is a rarity in his kindness.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what possessed you to jump me tonight?" Eddie asks, the darkness of his closed eyes making him feel brave.
The hand cleaning his face pauses.
"Well, I always want to ravish you. We just actually had some privacy just now," Steve whispers, his breath hitting Eddie's face.
Eddie scoffs.
"Yeah? Ask Nancy and Robin to confirm that for you tomorrow morning."
A light punch hits his shoulder.
"Alright, wise guy, you're all clean now."
Eddie opens his eyes and catches Steve's gaze. He wants to push. He wants to ask if this was a farewell. One last hurrah. But seeing the love in those eyes gives him pause. Eddie doesn't want to ruin this. Especially not if this is any of the things he fears it might be. So he kisses Steve goodnight and keeps his fears close to his chest.
Sleep does not find him.
******
Chatter from below greets Eddie's morning addled brain. He's used to waking up to noise, but usually that noise surrounds him from his neighbors starting their mornings. Today he’s awoken by three voices and the sound of metal on wood. Sounds like the others have already started setting up their monster trap, which isn't actually that different from his usual weekend plans. Except his monster plans are usually a fun imaginary game and not a real, horrifying threat to his life.
Eddie rolls out of Steve's plush bed and looks around for some clothes. He finds a neatly folded pile on the nightstand with a surprisingly neat note.
Your clothes are in the wash
you can borrow these - Steve <3
It should be illegal to be that cute this early in the morning. Eddie unfolds the clothes and sighs in relief. Steve thoughtfully has given him a plain dark gray t-shirt instead of a polo, along with some navy blue jeans. He's also left him some underwear; the idea of wearing them is getting Eddie a little hot and bothered. He calms his excited heart and throws on his borrowed clothes. The length of everything fits well, but the shirt is noticeably loose around his chest and the jeans and underwear have extra space around his thighs and butt. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and forces himself to think about the scary monster they're facing this evening and not about how built his boyfriend is.
Eddie makes his way downstairs and is greeted by three teenagers debating how to booby trap a house and one child enjoying breakfast. Eddie gives a playful wave to Mel and tunes into the discussion. He wraps his arms around Steve's waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. Robin and Nancy both stop talking to stare at him. Robin grins and Nancy smiles thoughtfully.
"Morning, Eddie," Robin greets.
"Where are we with the battle plan?" he asks the group.
"We want to place traps around the perimeter of the house, especially at the back facing the woods. But this thing can teleport, so everyone needs to be armed. Enough fire could kill it, so we were thinking of draining the pool and turning it into a fire pit." Nancy explains.
Damn, with strategy like this she'd be a great asset to Hellfire.
Oh shit.
"Great plan, love the plan. Hey, Steve, can I borrow your phone?"
Steve leads him to the landline in the hall.
"I just gotta cancel my plans this evening, since I'm suddenly preoccupied with monster hunting," Eddie explains as he dials Gareth's number.
"Emerson Residence," Gareth answers in the polite tone he only ever uses on the phone. Eddie has given him so much shit for it over the years.
"Hey, Gareth, I know this is out of the blue, but I gotta cancel tonight. Can you call the others for me?"
"Woah, dude, are you okay? Is Wayne okay?"
"I'm fine. I'll explain on Monday, I promise."
There's a pause. Eddie knows Gareth is debating whether to challenge him or not.
"You better not be bailing on us for a date," Gareth says, voice laced with accusation.
"As if you wouldn't bail on us for a date." Eddie scoffs.
Gareth makes some barely audible grumbling sounds that make Eddie smile.
"Fine, you're off the hook, but I expect full details on Monday of whatever is more important than Hellfire," Gareth acquiesces.
"Thanks, Gareth," Eddie sighs.
Eddie hangs up and turns to see Steve politely looking the other way.
"All done! Now we don't have to worry about one of my friends showing up in the middle of this chaos." Eddie claps in triumph.
Steve winces. "Good idea. That could have been a disaster."
Eddie does his best to put the hypothetical scenario out of his mind. He focuses on helping the girls set up a few bear traps and doesn't think about what he'd do if one of his friends got mauled by some monster. How is he gonna play DnD after all of this?
The sun approaches the horizon and the air starts to bite with its chill. Steve and Mel head off to pick up the kids to go to the middle school, leaving Robin, Nancy and Eddie to drain the pool to make the fire pit. While collecting kindling, Eddie realizes he needs to let Wayne know he's alive. He dashes inside and dials the trailer. Wayne picks up on the second ring.
"Munson speaking," the familiar gruff tone says through the phone.
"Well, I sure hope so. I'd be a little concerned if you were anyone else," Eddie says with a grin.
Wayne's sigh is both exasperated and relieved.
"Boy where are you? I was about to call your friends," he asks, firmly but not angrily. Never angrily.
Eddie winces. He hates making Wayne worry. Especially because almost everything about him makes Wayne worry. His grades, his dealing, his reputation, his sexuality — it's everything to set the parental anxiety into crisis mode.
"I'm at a friend's place. I'll be home tomorrow. I'm sorry I didn't call until now," Eddie apologizes.
"Which friend?"
Eddie pauses.
"Steve."
"You know, I expect to meet this boy properly. Bring him over for dinner sometime." Wayne's not asking, he's telling.
Eddie can feel himself smiling at the idea.
"I will if you play nice. You can't scare him off, I really like him," Eddie says with far more honesty than he intends.
"Glad to hear it, son. See you tomorrow. And please remember to call me from time to time. I love you."
"Love you too, Wayne," Eddie says with guilt seeping into his bones.
Eddie hangs up the phone and leans against the wall with a sigh. He feels all fluttery about the idea of a domestic dinner with Wayne and Steve. But it's immediately tarnished by the anxious churning in his gut over the fight he's about to face.
Steve returns as the sun is setting and volunteers as the one to draw blood to lure in the monster. They all take defensive stances around the pool. The fire pit is unlit but ready to be set alight at a moment's notice.
They all raise their weapons as Steve takes a pocket knife to the palm of his hand. He holds his breath and pulls the blade across his flesh. Eddie flinches and looks away.
The air is still. Too still. The quiet of the night is disturbed by a grotesque squelch as a fleshy portal unzips in the air between the Harrington house and the forest at its back. All four teens turn towards it, ready to attack whatever monster leaps out.
An insistent, wooden knocking rings out from the house behind them. A desperate whiny teenage voice calls into the night.
"Steve, let me in! I just wanna talk!"
Tommy Hagan.