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Eddie didn’t know a lot, but he knew one thing for absolute certain: when Steve Harrington grabbed your hand and started pulling you to a secluded corner at a house party, you followed. Especially when you knew it had something to do with the fact that you’d just kissed the shit out of him.
It had been Robin’s idea, but ultimately—and surprisingly—Nancy had been the one to say, “I dare you.”
Never one to turn down a challenge like that, Eddie had met it. He’d walked up to Steve, tapped him on the shoulder, and yanked him in to lock lips.
The incredible thing was how little hesitation there had been on Steve’s part, how much enthusiasm he’d given Eddie in return.
Now, mere seconds later, Steve had Eddie by the wrist and was dragging him toward the shadowy alcove under the stairs, where he whirled him around and pinned him to the wall. Finally, his voice deliciously gruff, Steve asked, “What the hell was that for?”
Eddie shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I just wanted to know what your mouth tasted like.”
The corner of it turned upward. “What’s the verdict?”
“Coconut and jello shots.”
“That’d be the lip balm…and the jello shots,” Steve quipped. Then, “Want another taste?”
“Mm. Yes, please.”
This time, Eddie was the one tasked with responding to Steve’s sudden kiss. His lips were soft and plush and, indeed, tasted like Eddie had described, and he upped the ante with his hips pressing into Eddie, too.
As soon as he had the chance, Eddie smirked and said, “You got an extra large tube of that lip balm, or are you that happy to see me?”
“What do you think?” Steve replied, and he started grinding against him, then swallowed the resulting gasp before Eddie could give a more substantial answer.
He couldn’t remember another occasion where he’d gotten so hard so quickly. Their initial kiss had caught his dick’s attention, but the feeling of Steve’s rubbing against it was more than enough to get it throbbing against the inside of his pants in an instant. Between that and the fevered, unrefined movement of their mouths, Steve’s hands on his waist were almost an afterthought.
Almost. Really, they were causing him the most arousal, because they were what kept the small of his back fixed to the wall—trapped, at Steve’s mercy. Although he knew in the back of his mind that that mercy would be easily obtained if he really wanted it, he absolutely did not want it.
He stole his lips away to say as much. “What’re you gonna do, Stevie? You gonna take me right here, out in the open?”
Steve hummed into another kiss before answering, “Maybe. You want me to?” There was a mischief in his voice and his smile that Eddie hadn’t ever seen before. It was as intoxicating as any drug he could think of.
“Well, we don’t wanna traumatize anyone,” Eddie said, matching his tone.
“What if I tell you what I wanna do to you,” Steve whispered, “and you let me just grind on you like this?” He thrust his hips for emphasis.
“Keep our clothes on so we have plausible deniability?”
“Exactly.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Mm. You’ll really like what I have to say,” Steve purred. He ducked his head to suck a bruise on the side of Eddie’s neck, then he tugged on his ear with his teeth before he began, “If we were somewhere more private…I’d rip these clothes off of you so I can get a good look at how turned on you are.”
Eddie whimpered. His eyes scanned the adjacent hallway, watching as random partygoers passed, too drunk or focused on their own urges to notice King Steve dry-humping the Freak and murmuring his fantasy into his ear.
“Not just to see your cock leaking all over. I wanna see your chest all flushed like your neck is, and your nipples begging for me to suck on ’em,” he went on. “Then I would wanna suck you off. I love using my mouth. Well, you know…for more than just words.”
“For the record, you’re good at that, too,” Eddie muttered breathlessly.
“Thanks,” Steve chuckled.
As he’d spoken, his thrusting hadn’t paused for a second. They were pressed so tightly against each other that Eddie swore he felt the tiniest little twitches of Steve’s cock, even through all their clothes.
“I wouldn’t stop there, though,” he continued. “While I have your cock in my mouth, I would wanna put my fingers in your ass. Start working you open to take my dick like I know you want to.”
“I do,” Eddie gasped. “God, do I want you to fuck me, Stevie.”
Even just the corner of his grin that Eddie could see was wicked. “Maybe some other time, Eds.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“For now, I can at least tell you how I’d do it.” As Steve’s movements became sharper, Eddie’s feeling of impending rapture became more intense. “Once you’re nice and loose, I would turn you around and go to town. See how well you take my cock, because I know you could take it like a champ.”
“High compliment.” Eddie was having trouble talking at all, let alone in an octave that didn’t make him sound like he’d just taken a hit off a helium balloon.
“Probably wouldn’t last. I’ve just wanted you for so long, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Where would you want me to come?”
It took a moment for him to process the question, and another for him to formulate an answer. “However you want, baby.”
“What if I pulled out,” Steve said, “and spun you around again? Pushed you down on your knees so I could come all over this pretty face.” One of his hands came up and grasped Eddie’s chin, and his lips briefly found the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “Give you a nice little spa treatment.”
“Mm…mhm.” Eddie couldn’t trust himself to use his voice without crying out and giving away their position, so all he could do was squeeze his lips together and whine softly.
“I could make a mess on your face like the one I’m about to make in my underwear.” Indeed, Steve’s voice was strained, and his breathing was becoming more labored. “You close too, Eds?”
He nodded vigorously. “Mhm!”
“Do it then, baby. Wanna feel your cock against me while you cream your pants.”
“Fuck. Steve,” Eddie hissed, finding that the urge to scream had been replaced with a frenetic reverence.
“C’mon. Let’s go,” Steve said through clenched teeth. “Let’s go. Come for me.”
When he kissed Eddie’s throat again, it was over. Eddie’s hips spasmed so violently that Steve momentarily lost his grip on him. He groaned just loud enough to make some girl passing by the stairs do a double take, but not loud enough for her to pinpoint the source. And a moment later, he felt a wet spot soaking into the cotton of his boxers.
“Oh. Oh,” Steve said, thrusting with purpose, and before long, he was tipping over, too. His cock pulsed, and he stilled against Eddie with one more, almost-too-loud “Oh!” before ultimately leaning forward to rest his forehead on Eddie’s shoulder.
While he caught his breath, Eddie raised a shaking hand and laid it on his bicep. “Fuck, Stevie,” he repeated, though it was much more subdued this time, considering the jizz that was cooling against him and making certain he would have to peel his underwear away from his crotch when he took them off.
Steve sighed a laugh and lifted his head. His blissed-out gaze met Eddie’s, though his eyes still betrayed a hint of mischief. “Damn, Eddie. I’m glad you were so interested in what my mouth tastes like.”
Eddie grinned. “Gonna have to invest in some coconut lip balm, myself,” he joked. “Unless…I can just borrow yours.”
“Hm,” Steve hummed, and he bit his lip with a playful grin of his own. “We’ll see.”