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Steve isn’t exactly sure how he got here.

‘Here’ being knelt between Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s legs with Billy “The Usurper” Hargrove pawing at his ass. 

He’s not sure why he’s gripping Eddie’s thighs for stability instead of pushing him away. Not sure why Billy’s warm, rough hands on his lower back settle him instead of freak him out. 

The tension in the room—the room being the fucking breakroom at Scoops —is thick on his tongue. His dumb fucking tongue that simply refuses to tell this unlikely duo to fuck off.

“That’s a good boy, Harrington. Let us take care of you.” Eddie croons, long, pale fingers running through Steve’s meticulously coiffed hair. 

His rings catch a few strands, making him shiver at the pinpricks of pain. Steve tries to still himself, but the feral grin on Eddie’s face only grows in his knowing.

Steve opens his mouth to protest, try and weasel his way out of this porn-esque scenario, but his jaw clamps shut as Eddie slides the hand in Steve’s hair across the short space between them and onto his clothed cock. 

The cock that’s been twitching beneath its dark denim prison since Steve’s knees first hit the floor.

The cock that seems infinitely huge in proportion from Steve’s perspective. But, like some sort of Schrödingers dick measuring contest, he won’t know for sure until Eddie whips it out. 

Steve really wants him to whip it out.

Eddie’s rings tap against the zipper on his dark ripped jeans, sending a bell-like ting into the humid air around Steve’s head.

His gut swoops in anticipation.

Not to be forgotten, Billy curls his fingers into the stupid sailor shorts of his uniform and yanks them down. Steve gasps at the cold air whooshing onto his exposed skin. 

Instead of ripping them clean off, he settles the band under Steve’s ass, trapping his growing hard-on inside the material. He whines, gaining him snickers from both men.

Steve’s attention is taken again by the nerve rattling sound of Eddie’s zipper being pulled down. He watches in very-not-straight-of-you-Harrington rapt concentration as Eddie’s other—not as blinged—hand slides underneath his boxers and pulls his cock from its confines.

Yep, no Schrödinger bullshit, his dick is huge.

Long, prettily pale with an up-curve that Steve can’t help but think would feel amazing. The head is so red it’s basically purple, dripping like it’s crying. Eddie squeezes himself lightly at the base, causing the object of Steve’s full attention to twitch.

Steve swallows dryly, trying and failing to stop his mind from thinking about what it’d feel like to have that in his mouth.

It’s a useless thought. It's a universal truth at this point that Steve Harrington is about to suck Freak dick.

And he’s not all that unhappy about it.

“U-um.” He starts, fingers digging into Eddie’s thighs.

He doesn’t get to finish as Eddie’s bedazzled hand retakes its place in Steve’s hair.

“It’s okay, baby -“ the endearment curls around Steve’s brain, tickling all the nice places Steve usually denies himself. He feels a fat drop of precum stain his shorts. “-we’ll start you off nice and easy. Know for a fact that mouth of yours will catch on quick, right Billy?”

Steve has a hard time turning his gaze away from Eddie’s dick, but he manages to look back at Billy. 

He’s frowning hard, brows so furrowed they might get stuck that way. Steve would assume he was upset with his position on Steve’s body if not for the deep red staining his cheeks and the fact that Billy’s hands were happily encompassing Steve’s—very nice, thank you—ass. For gods sake, the man’s got a death grip on his lip like he's holding himself back.

Billy grunts in reply. 

If he weren’t so preoccupied with mounting homosexual thoughts, Steve would find Billy’s silence odd. He’d be unable to recognize the smart mouthed jackass that swooped in and took over as King when Steve realized how stupid he’d been and left that life behind. He’d notice the flashes of regret that pass through his eyes. He’d probably turn around and ask the man ‘ what’s wrong? ’.

Eddie steers Steve’s head back towards him, adjusting his position in the rickety chairs Scoops allows their employees to sit on, angling his dick to a more comfortable height for Steve.

Holy shit . He’s offering me his fucking dick. Eddie Munson is offering me his dick and I’m about to accept. Holy Shit.

“Alright sweetheart, do me a favor and open wide for me.”

Steve shudders, fingers twitching in their death grip of Eddie’s thighs. He was half tempted to say no, turn away. But his curiosity and the tension of the room and the warmth of Eddie’s palm on his cheek and Billy’s heat at his ass had his mouth popping open just like Eddie asked.

Without prompting, he lolls his tongue out in invitation. Eddie groans at the sight.

“Fuck baby, that’s good. Good boy, Stevie.” God, the praise was good. The pet names were so, so good. 

Why hadn’t he ever done this before? 

Say fuck off to his former friends and walk across the cafeteria to Eddie’s table. Kneel before the man and lay his head on his lap and look up at him expectantly. Take in Eddie’s deep brown eyes and wait with bated breath for the man to tell him what to do.

Fuck , thats so fucking gay . He thinks, realizing he could see himself doing something similar for Billy as well. Still gay even if I replace him with Hargrove.

Eddie inches forward a little and taps the head of his cock against Steve’s tongue. Salty/bitter flavor bursts across his senses as Eddie’s cock drools onto him. The hairs on the back of Steve’s neck stand at attention as he closes his lips around the head and sucks.

Eddie’s other hand flies to the side of Steve’s face, not to yank him forward, but to have something to clutch onto. 

Oh my god, I’m sucking dick. I don’t know how to do this, what if I do it wrong? 

Back before Scoops and the stupid ‘You Suck/You Rule’ board, before Nancy, Steve experimented aplenty with girls. He was a giver by trade, but he’d never say no to a girl wanting to suck him off. 

There he learned first hand how bad a blowjob could be. 

A few girls tried too hard, squeezed too hard, grazed him with their teeth, drooled so much his pants were soaked . It was awful. Especially when he–and by extension his partners–were younger since he was usually their first or second sexual experience.

It ended up being perfect that he was a giver by nature, so he could hide his deflated erection behind the pleasure of his partner. He’d avoid dealing with their embarrassment and they’d talk him up to their friends at school. Win win.

In this moment though, Steve finally understood the pressure to perform. He didn’t know Eddie, not really, but he was determined to do well. He wanted more of that praise.

Like he could read his tumultuous thoughts, Eddie tapped Steve’s cheek, getting his attention.

“Don’t stress, baby, there’s nothing you can do that would turn me off. Fuck, just sitting here looking at you is almost enough for me to bust across your pretty face.” Steve’s cheeks redden considerably at the comment and the disbelieving snort from Billy.

“Here,” he said. “Lemme guide you a little, just until you find your rhythm.” Steve nods lightly, mouth full, letting Eddie grip his head securely. 

He feels safe, for some reason, in Eddie’s hands. A reason that floats across his psyche that tries–and fails–to take root on his arousal slick mind. Their track record—and by extension the track record of everyone in this room—wasn’t great. But the confidence in Eddie’s words and actions, and the care practically exuding from his posture, soothed the animal that was Steve Harrington’s fractured psyche. 

Eddie pulls him forward, feeding his cock into Steve’s mouth like a pro. Steve's vision blurs and his eyes cross in response to the feeling of Eddie sliding across his tongue. Just before Steve can detect he’s about to choke, Eddie pushes him back. 

A strangled moan escapes his full mouth as Eddie pulls him forward again. 

Back and forth. Forward and back. The sweet slide of skin and spit and burning blood has Steve hypnotized.

Steve soon finds a nice pattern to follow and Eddie’s grip becomes less leading and more following. He takes Eddie in as deep as he can before choking and hollows out his cheeks. Putting on the pressure, laving the heated flesh with his tongue. Humming in a deep satisfaction at each twitch and spill and noise Eddie gives him.

This was it; what he loved when giving his partners pleasure. The proof he was doing a good job. Proof that he was a… That he was being a-

“Gooood boy, Stevie.” Eddie purrs, scratching his nails lightly against Steve’s scalp. He gives a full body shudder, eyes closing. 

There it was, his favorite part, but now someone was finally saying it outloud.

He’s sinking into his own little world. The twitch of his own cock in his little Scoops shorts meant nothing at the moment. Everything was starting to get fuzzy and warm. 

A touch against his hole jolts out of that space. 

Billy, right, Billy’s back there…

Steve whines around Eddie’s dick as the touch becomes more insistent, tracing around his rim in neat little circles. Above him, Eddie chucks warmly.

“It’s okay baby, Billy’s just gonna get you ready while you and I get to know each other better.” Long, pale fingers push back Steve’s encroaching bangs, making it easier for the metalhead to see Steve’s flushed face.

Steve pulls off Eddie’s cock, feeling unreasonably upset at not having it in his mouth anymore. He takes in a gulping breath, leaning against a jeaned thigh. 

Eddie’s dick lands on his cheek, sticky with spit and somehow scorching hot on his heated cheeks. Steve closes the eye closest, a heat bubbling over in his navel at being used as a resting place for someone’s freshly sucked cock.

“Ready for what?” He all but whispers, voice hard to find. 

Eddie grins all sharp, cock twitching against Steve’s face.

“Ready to fuck, sweetheart.” He says sagely, like Steve should’ve already known that. 

And—honestly—Steve really should’ve known that.

He knew gay people existed, he knew they had sex, but he wasn’t 100% sure how exactly they did it. He could infer, of course, but it wasn’t like he had access to materials or the desire to learn. But now, when smushed between two unlikely—but undeniably attractive—men, Steve really wishes he’d done his research. 

Good thing for him, however, that his partners seemed to have experience in spades.

Steve gasped at the now slick touch against his ass. Billy brought lube. He thinks deliriously.

“Here’s the plan:” Eddie stage whispers to him, puts his hand by his mouth and everything, like this is the most normal thing in the world. “Billy’s gonna make you cum while you’re sucking me off all pretty like and then Billy’s gonna fuck you. And when he’s done, we’re gonna swap, and we’ll make you feel good allll over again.”

As if to punctuate the point, Billy slips a finger into his untrained body, wriggling the digit around. Steve clenches involuntarily around the intrusion, Billy groans at the clutch. 

Like he’s been waiting for his queue, the dam holding back Billy’s words breaks.

“That’s right, Princess. Gonna fuck you while the Freak watches.” He hisses, free hand squeezing Steve’s hip.

Eddie whispers a little ‘ rude’ before pressing his cockhead against Steve’s parted lips. 

“Sound good, baby?” 

His head is swirling with thoughts that refuse to be tied down. Heart pounding, mouth watering, stomach twisting. He’s overwhelmed and horny and about ready to burst with some feeling that's like fondness but he doesn’t know where it's coming from. It feels like he’s gonna vomit.

Steve opens his mouth wider, letting Eddie slip his cock back inside, the brown of his eyes swallowed whole by his blown pupils. He matches Eddie in that way. He moans at the weight of Eddie’s dick, that fuzzy feeling back in full force.

I’m gonna be fucked. He practically sings to himself.

What the fuck is happening? He thinks somewhere far away.

Eddie sighs longingly, slipping a hand under Steve’s chin and feeling gently at his throat. He’s just holding him, still letting Steve do what he wants, but the touch unlocks something in him. 

Like a man possessed, Steve forces himself further on Eddie’s dick. The head kisses at his fluttering back of his throat and he chokes on the feeling. He desperately wants Eddie deeper. He wants Eddie to feel himself getting deeper . 

From the outside. 

Feel from his throat.

Fuck.

“Ooh, the princess reeallly liked that. She’s clenching up hard down here.” Billy announces, smirk finally returning to his voice.

Eddie groans, hips twitching like they’re about to thrust forward, but stay contained. Eddie has more self control than Steve does at the moment; even with his throat constricting painfully, he wants to do it again. 

“Can’t take the credit, Stevie did that alll on his own.”

Steve continues to choke himself on Eddie’s cock til the fluttering of his throat gives way and Steve finally finds his way to the smattering of dark curly hairs at Eddie’s base. He ignores the cut of Eddie’s zipper on his chin and nuzzles further into the space.

Steve’s never been much of a smell guy, but the scent of Eddie at his strongest gets his cock dribbling even harder into his boxers. 

They’re ruined. His underwear, his uniform, his body.

He swallows around Eddie’s length instead of thinking about it. He can’t breathe. That’s okay. Eddie’s hands feel at his bulging throat and the man moans like he’s hurt. Steve’s heartbeat is so fast, but every once and a while it syncs up with the twitch of Eddie’s cock.

He’s just getting comfy, fuzzy feeling expanding and darkening the edges of his sight, when he’s pulled off suddenly.

“ Nooooo .” He whines, petulant. Drool coating his chin from his lack of proper swallowing.

Distantly, he hears a choked groan from behind him, but his full attention is on the traitor in front of him.

“Sorry baby, but that’s a bit too far for your first time. We don’t want you getting hurt.” He says. And Steve believes it, but he’s still pissed. “No frowning-“ Eddie chides. “-you can warm my cock all you want another time, promise.”

Steve huffs, about to protest, but Billy picks that moment to add another finger. It burns and Steve gasps at the feeling.

“Relax princess, I’ll find it in a second.” Billy bitches. If Steve were a bit less overwhelmingly horny, he’d hear the lack of bite from his tone.

‘It’? What’s ‘it’? He doesn’t know what Billy means, but Eddie is right there. He can ask him. Eddie would tell him.

“What’s-“ he starts, before a bolt of pleasure shoots up his tummy and fizzles into his brain.

Eddie giggles, pulling Steve closer when his arms give out from the feeling.

“There we are.” Billy croons, crooking his fingers and rubbing against it again.

“ Nngh !” It sends another shockwave of pleasure, crippling his already fogged mind. He clenches around Billy’s fingers, encouraging him to keep touching. Steve’s belly is hot and squirmy and his cock won’t stop dribbling even though he’s not sucking Eddie anymore.

In fact, Eddie’s just happily watching as Steve whimpers at Billy’s ministrations. He taps his fat cock against Steve’s cheeks, enjoying the damp moans that escape Steve’s mouth. 

“W-wuh, wait, Billy -“ he’s cut off again as Billy grinds into the spot meanly. Steve’s hips twitch so hard they almost dislodge the digits.

Eddie’s petting him when he speaks. “ That, baby, is your prostate. And Billy’s gonna use it to make you relax .”

And by relax, Steve quickly realizes, they mean cum on Billy Hargrove’s fingers. 

And it’s gonna happen soon.

“Gonna- feels like I’m gonna-“ he tries, dick twitching as his orgasm begins building somewhere he’s not familiar. He’s scared. He’s terrified. He gonna cum so fucking hard and he’s giddy with it.

“I’m gonna make you cum like a girl.” He growls, words curling deliciously around Steve’s bright red ears. “And I expect you to be nice and loud when I do.” Billy grits out, free hand pushing Steve’s lower back til he’s arching his ass back against the addicting feeling.

He can feel Billy leaning over him, his perpetually opened button-up brushing bare skin.

“I wanna hear how much you love it .”

Steve’s mouth drops open and his eyes go foggy as Billy’s words push him over the edge. He whimpers all high pitched and slutty—which he didn’t know his vocal cords could do—and practically hyperventilates at how good this feels.  

His dick spits heavily into his ruined shorts, overflowing them enough to drip onto the linoleum, barely missing the leather jacket cushioning his knees. Billy’s fingers move in circles, milking his orgasm past when his normal ones usually end. He wants to thrash away, but Billy has him in a  steely grip. Makes him take it.

He’s twitching and dripping and Eddie’s putting his ringed fingers into Steve’s mouth to suck which he knows Billy won’t like cause it’ll muffle the sounds he can’t stop making and- 

It feels like someone’s cut Steve’s strings as drops his full weight onto Eddie’s lap, almost crushing his cock. The man doesn’t seem to mind one bit, playing with his now sweat-dewy hair. 

Steve pants into the soft worn cotton of some band T-shirt he doesn’t recognize but will now associate the logo with whatever is happening right now for the rest of his life. And Eddie is more than happy to let him recover for a moment.

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

He’s halfway through his shift and down on his luck

He’s working with Robin—who he’s become fast friends with despite her surly attitude—and she’s preparing to slap another tally on the ‘You Suck’ side of the board. 

He sighs, bemoaning his lack of charisma as of late.

“Too bad, Casanova, ‘nother one got away.” Steve cringes at the squeal of a marker dragging down the whiteboard. “It’s getting pitiful at this point, man, you’ve lost your touch.” She says, mirth coloring her voice. 

Despite the snide remarks, he knows she means it mostly as a joke. He’s had a hard time since the last world ending incident and the loss of Nancy to the older Byers brother. He hasn’t told Robin about the Upside Down, but she’s aware of his friendship with Henderson and the brats. How Will went missing. How protective Steve is of them. The lengths he’d go to keep things safe for them.

He sighs again, letting it slide him down onto the counter, arms akimbo. She pats his back before moving to put the board away.

“Don’t worry, champ, I’m sure you’ll get lucky one of these days.” Robin appeases, shuffling over to lean next to him. “Hell, maybe the next girl to walk in’ll be the one.” 

She elbows him, making him wobble like a ragdoll.

“Thanks Rob, means a lot.” He mumbles, bumping into her in return.

He’s staring off into space, eyes locked on the brightly colored floor for a while, before two sets of boots come into view. 

He shoots up, ready to greet the customers before they can comment on his posture. Last thing he needs is another customer narking to his boss and getting him a talking to. He really does need this job.

Steve successfully passed the first syllable of ‘Ahoy’ out of his mouth before it shrivels and dies at the sight of who’s walked into the store.

Eddie Munson—donned in black and metal and leather like usual, hair as wild and untamed as the music he constantly blasts from his van—and Billy fucking Hargrove—resident pain-in-his-ass who unceremoniously beat his face in during the last incident (before oddly coming up to Steve later and apologizing, face solum.)—stand together a few feet from the counter.

He feels Robin freeze next to him, 100% aware of how weird it is these two walked in together.

Billy has his eyes down, glaring daggers into the flooring Steve was just staring at, hands shoved deep in his painfully tight jeans. He’s wearing a maroon button-up that's barely living up to its name with how few buttons are actually being used. Meanwhile, Eddie stands in front of the blonde, smiling like a shark, eyes roving over Steve’s uniform like he wants to eat him .

They’re bad news for Steve separately, but together? A waking nightmare.

Steve’s mouth clicks closed when he realizes he’s been staring with it gaped like a fish.

His usual Scoops Approved Greeting Script isn’t coming to him no matter how he tries. All he can muster is a terse: “What are you two doing here?” To try and save face.

Eddie’s smile widens. He saunters to the counter and jumps up to sit on it halfway, leaning into Steve’s space. His heart starts racing like it's been trained to or something. 

“Why, my good man, we’re here for some ice cream! You guys still sell that, don’t you?” He asks, head tilting to the side.

Billy continues loitering behind him, turning to face the far wall with one ear on the conversation next to him.

Steve scoffs, “No, I mean, what are you two doing here together . You guys don’t exactly strike me as buddies.” 

Enemies, maybe. But friends? Impossible. Two people on opposite sides of the highschool popularity spectrum. Two people, who Steve knows for a fact, would kill each other if put into a room together. 

Or, well, knew for a fact. Past tense. 

With Billy being weirdly subdued and Eddie leading the charge, Steve swears he’s in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

“Oh, Billy and I? We go way back. Ain’t that right? We’re the bestest buddies.”

Billy snorts, looking up from the floor to shoot Eddie a withering glare. “Yeah, best buddies . Practically attached at the hip.” That last part he all but spits out. Eddie cringes a bit before regaining his smirk and turning back to Steve.

“Anyway, Sailor, whatchu got to offer? Billy and I have a hankering that only your ice cream expertise can satisfy.” He says theatrically, giving Steve another once over. 

Steve can’t really stop a blush from appearing, but he tries to hide it by turning to where Robin’s been hiding behind him.

Suddenly no longer weirded out by the scene in front of her, she's got a hand over her mouth snickering like a child while Steve is faced with two people he’d rather not speak to.

He pleads with her silently, putting on his best puppy dog eyes, practically screams for her to take over. But Robin’s main entertainment is his suffering and she wouldn’t dare interrupt just yet.

He’s so out of his depth right now it’s not even funny.

“U-um, well-“ he starts, turning back to Eddie, who’s somehow gotten closer. “-you can never go wrong with Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Or, I dunno, Cherry Garcia.” He waves his hands towards the display case with all the flavors listed. Eddie ignores his gestures and keeps talking.

“Mhmm, good start. What else?” 

At this point, Billy’s no longer avoiding looking at Steve. His stare is intense and follows a similar pattern to Eddie. When their eyes meet, a shudder wracks up his spine involuntarily. 

It’s a different look than from that night at the Byers’, this one promises something Steve can’t decipher.

“We’ve also got Lavender, two kinds of Chocolate, Oreo cookie-” Robin lists from behind Steve, finally jumping in to help. “If you’re feeling daring , we just got that kind of Vanilla with the bean stuff still in it. Makes it taste more vanilla-y, if that's even possible.” 

“Nah, vanillas too boring.” Eddie says matter of factly. He drums his fingers on the counter, rings making the fake wood sound even more hollow. “You sure there isn’t something else more enticing on the menu, Stevie?”

Steve’s heart is pounding, palms sweaty. Eddie’s fucking with him, he knows he is, but his body wasn’t exactly getting the memo. 

He feels like prey.

Eddie’s practically on the other side of the counter when Billy gets a hand on his shoulder and yanks him back. The metalhead hops a few times on the leg not propped on the counter previously, trying to regain his balance, before Billy pulls him upright.

The blonde gives Eddie a sharp look, like he’s admonishing him, and Eddie doesn’t look the least bit sorry.

“Don’t be a shithead.” Says Billy, iron grip denting Eddie’s leather jacket. “We aren’t here for ice cream, we need to speak to His Highness. Very important business.” Steve is held in place by the intensity of Billy’s blue eyes.

He’s all authority, leaving no room for bullshit. He’s finally reminding Steve of the Billy he knows and loathes. 

But… that doesn’t really describe what he’s feeling right now. 

He doesn’t loathe Billy–as much as he probably should. It’s like he understands something about him instinctually. It makes him want to take his hand and lead them somewhere private. He’s actually feeling that for both of the men in front of him.

Steve shoves that feeling aside, trying to be pragmatic about this. 

There's no way in Upside Down Hawkins hell he's going anywhere with these guys and that's that!

“Sorry guys, but I take my job very seriously -” Robin barks out a laugh and dodges Steve’s swipe at her. “I can’t just leave while I’m on the clock.” He says, like he and Robin don’t do that all the time.

He hopes they go away, he doesn’t want to deal with this. Whatever they need from him won’t be good, he knows it. For a fact.  

“Oh, don’t worry-“ Eddie pipes up. “-we’re not taking you anywhere far. We can just go to the backroom and chat there.” 

Steve opens his mouth to protest.

“Henderson told me you let him and the kids in the back all the time , says you never have a problem with it.”

Goddamit Dustin.

Steve’s mouth shuts, then opens again. “How do you know that?“

Eddie waffles for a split second. “I like to keep an eye out for potential Hellfire Club members-” He says quickly.

Right, that dork ass club that Tommy H. and the team used to shit on—that he used to shit on too—until he met the kids and got his head out of his ass. It makes sense, kinda, that Eddie would want to expand since the kids were becoming Freshman that year.

“-and your rabble aren’t exactly quiet about their love of DnD. We talked, but Henderson couldn’t keep your name out of his mouth.”

Goddamit Henderson!

“It was kinda adorable, how many nice things he said about you.” Eddie says, expression going soft for a moment.

It throws Steve, but he perseveres.

“I dunno, Robin would be here alone and-“

A hand claps on his shoulder. Dread crawls up his spine with cold fingers.

“ Actually Steve, you still need to take your lunch break.” Robin practically shouts, shit-eating grin practically blinding.

Goddamnit Buckley!

“But! But, I packed a huge lunch, takes time to eat, I don’t want to waste my break on-“

“ And , the next rush isn’t for another hour, you’ve got time for a 30, maybe even a 45! You’ve been working so hard lately, you deserve it.” 

He’s gonna kill her, he’s still got the nail bat in the trunk of his car, he’s gonna fucking -

“I’m a big girl, Steve, I can handle it all by my lonesome”

“Perfect!” Eddie cheers, pulling from Billy’s grip and heading for the employee door; Hargrove not far behind. “We’ll be quick. Promise, cross my heart and all that.” Billy snorts again, more amused this time.

Once behind the counter, Steve feels two sets of eyes drop to his stupidly short sailor shorts. He sighs, accepting his fate, whatever it is.

“Fine.” He groans, throwing his hat on the counter and turning to Robin. “ If they kill me I’m haunting you, Buckley.” He hisses.

“Promise?” She retorts, batting her eyelashes. 

Steve huffs, turning back to the two odd-men-out behind the counter. 

“Alright, come with me.” 

He doesn’t wait for a response and starts walking to the back halls.

This better be good. 

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“Don’t get too comfy, Stevie, we’ve still got a long way to go.” 

Steve slides from Eddie’s very comfortable lap and finds himself once more with a face full of unfairly sized cock. Eddie lays a thumb on his puffy lower lip and tips it down, encouraging Steve to open up once more. 

He does, ready and wanting Eddie back in his mouth. He wants to give. 

Billy pipes up from behind, sneakily working in another finger while Eddie slips back into Steve’s mouth.

“Christ Harrington, you’re a regular cock slut. Wish I’d known how easy you were when we were still on the team together.” Steve clenches around his fingers. They’re warm and Billy’s words are making him feel warmer. 

The blonde chuckles meanly. “Never planted your goddamn feet, no matter how hard I tried to teach you. Like you were waiting for me to snap and shove you down and make you take it. Give your lackeys something to watch while I showed you who’s really King .” Steve moans, broken and wanting.

Billy’s words and his actions aren’t syncing up. He speaks like he wants to punish Steve, but the fingers in his ass are gentle and deliberate. The grip on his hip has turned into a massaging pressure on his lower back, rewarding him for arching so well. He has three fingers in his ass and he barely feels the stretch anymore. 

They’re devouring him so softly; it’s confusing him. 

“Don’t lie, Hargrove. If you’d gotten your head out of your ass before, you’d never’ve let Steve leave the house, let alone fuck him in front of some herb like Hagan or, god forbid, Carver .”

‘Herb?’ Billy mouths loud enough for Steve to hear. He giggles with his mouth full.

If he’d gotten his head out of his ass before-

Before…

Before, before, before-  

A thought pops in the back of Steve’s skull. He’s latching onto that word, feeling something glowing faintly that he can’t quite get a grip in. Something that explains things perfectly. Steve tries to grab at it.

Then Eddie’s rocking into his mouth while Billy fingers him open and that thought slips back to the dark recesses of his mind.

“Maybe.” Billy answers neutrally. “Maybe not, too late now.” 

He sounds… sad. Too sad for a guy with half a hand of fingers in another man’s ass. Eddie scratches the hairs at the base of Steve’s neck, he shivers.

“Nah, this is better. Trust me.” Eddie counters softly.

Before the mood gets too tender, Billy strokes Steve’s prostate good and long; a moan punches out of his chest. His knees wobble precariously from the sharp stab of pure heat to his gut; toes curling in his sneakers. 

“Nnh, fuck Stevie, bein’ such a good boy, ’bout to cum.” Eddie’s voice is thready, filled with a hedonistic growl. 

Good boy, I’m a good boy. Giving so good. 

“Yeah baby, such a good little giver.” Eddie sighs, fucking into Steve’s mouth more insistently. Steve doesn’t even realize Eddie’s read his mind again, mostly because it’s well past mush at this point.

Steve’s only half hard, but he’s recovering with every brush of his prostate and every delicious word that leaves both their mouths.

Eddie cradles Steve’s head in his pretty hands and fuck his mouth with his pretty cock and he’s asking him something but Steve really isn’t listening right now, but Eddie’s speaking again.

“Face or mouth, baby?” He says again, abdominal muscles clenching beneath his tee. “Paint you pretty or feed it to you straight?” 

Oh god, Munson had a fucking mouth on him. One that had Steve dreaming of things he never thought possible. He wanted it. Both, either, whichever, he didn’t care. But Eddie needed an answer soon and he didn’t want to pull off his cock. Making decisions is too hard right now.

A hand settles on Steve’s lax grip and lifts it from Eddie’s thigh. 

“One tap for face, two for mouth.” Eddie instructs breathily. “What does my princess want?”

Pretty , I want to be pretty for you Eddie. He gives a full body shudder and taps Eddie’s thigh once. Billy’s steady finger fucking stutters as his attention is pulled to the scene in front of him. They’re gonna watch me get pretty.

Eddie fucks into Steve’s mouth a few more times before he pulls back, ringed fingers wrapping around his length and pumping the slick flesh. Steve stares in undisguised hunger as Eddie’s cock twitches hard and starts spouting thick cum from its tip. Eddie’s coming so hard he barely needs to angle his dick before Steve’s face is being painted in its warmth. 

Steve’s eyes slip closed and he hums at the feeling. 

He hears a clipped ‘ Christ ’ from behind him as Eddie’s orgasm peeters off. Steve leans forward til his nose is bumping velvety flesh and two rough, long fingered hands cradle his head reverently.

“ Fuck , baby. Such a good choice. Lookin’ so pretty for us.” Eddie mumbles above him, head most likely still floaty from cumming so hard.

Steve revels in the praise until one of the hands leaves his face and returns with a rough piece of cloth. He whines as it runs across his sensitive red cheeks and soaks up the cum he’d just worked so hard for.

“I know, sweetheart, but you don’t need this shit getting in your eyes.” Eddie soothes. “Trust me, burns like a bitch.” When Eddie is satisfied at the level of cleanliness around Steve’s eyes, he opens them. His vision is a bit blurry, but a few blinks clears it up fine. 

The cloth turns out to be that bandana Eddie always carries around in his back pocket. A staple of the Munson dress code that Steve remembers from their highschool days. 

He’d been very protective of it when Tommy H. had tried to grab it and play keep away. One quick comment about ‘Hagan being obsessed with Freak ass’ shut that down quick. It feels weird seeing it be used so carelessly. Why bother getting it dirty just to clean Steve Harrington?

He frowns.

The loopy expression on Eddie’s face sobers immediately when he clocks Steve’s mood. The musician tilts his head like a dog, worrying his lip between his teeth. “What's wrong? Did I miss a spot?” He lifts the bandana again, folding it to a clean side.

“No… ‘s just weird.” He mumbles, eyes never leaving the bandana. He can see Eddie’s brows furrow in his peripheral vision. “Feels sacrilegious, getting it dirty like that. It’s, like, a part of your uniform and I-” 

Dirtied it.

Ruined it.

As he speaks, Steve reddens in embarrassment. Shit, he doesn’t know why he said that at all. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut. 

He’s not 100% sure what's going on right now, but the last thing he wants is to ruin the mood with his, well, everything . He’s enjoying himself, they’re enjoying themselves, it doesn’t need to stop because he can’t watch his mouth.

He avoids Eddie’s eyes and moves his attention to Billy, hoping the blonde can save him from this moment by saying something crass.

But Billy’s not fucking open him anymore, he’s tracing patterns along Steve’s back while his slick hand rests on one cheek. 

He can’t focus enough on that odd behavior before Eddie’s turning his head back. Steve keeps his gaze averted as long as he can, but Eddie’s stare is magnetic. He knows he has to face the music, he only hopes they’ll keep going once he convinces Munson he was just joking. Steve flits his gaze up and his eyes widen.

Eddie’s eyes are warm and fond; a small smile accentuating the lines around his mouth. Steve is frozen when the man leans down, long hair curtaining the two, and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. He backs off a little, notably pleased at Steve’s mystified expression.

“Despite popular belief, I am not, in fact, a holy messenger of god.” Steve snorts in spite of himself which earns him soft scratches at his hair and more petting from Billy at his flank. 

“There’s nothing about me or what I own that can be tainted or tarnished, especially not by someone like you.” Steve tries to argue, but Eddie puts a single silver adorned finger to his lips. “That bandana is an important part of me, yes, but because it's important to me I wanted to use it for something noble. And what's more noble than polishing up our princess, all pristine like?”

Our Princess…

His head was still fuzzy and he was never all that good with words to begin with, but he had to deny that. If he didn’t–if he didn’t say ‘you’re wrong’ out loud–he’d start believing it.

“It can’t be all that noble, wasting something so important on me.” 

Eddie’s expression breaks Steve’s heart and mends it back together “Oh Stevie, it’s all for you, don’t you know?” He says cryptically. 

And, oh, that just fills him with butterflies.

A chaste kiss is pressed to his lower back as Billy’s fingers find their way back to his relaxed hole. It sends a jolt of anticipation up his spine.

“Alright, enough mush, Munson. It’s my turn.”

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

It took him a while to realize-

Bruised, beaten, and sluggish from whatever the fuck Maxine had injected into his body, he’d almost thought it was a dream. Being back in the Byers’ house–alive, body completely and wholly his own–Billy had let out a scream so raw and visceral it ripped apart his throat.

He pounded the shitty carpeted floor benethe his ruined hands and rejoiced in the singular pain it brought.

He was free…

He was finally fucking free!

But… he wasn’t.

Not really.

He was still in this stupid fucking town with his shitty abusive father taking beatings daily for shit that just didn’t fucking matter anymore . He’d seen horrors and death and pure, unfiltered despair and none of it made Neil Hargrove’s bullshit make sense.

He had the good fortune to have a keen memory; he retained information from before and after he was summarily possessed by that giant smoke monster. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough to get the ball rolling.

Billy was gonna make things make sense. He wasn’t gonna take it anymore. He’d seen death up close and personal and Neil fucking wished he was that scary.

He looked down at his hands, hands that had just recently beaten someone, and let the anguish he usually kept under wraps filter through him. 

He’d hurt someone, someone he can’t face right now, someone who deserved better. Someone who had suffered more than Billy had in his entire lifetime condensed into just a few years. Someone who cared, someone Billy grew to care about, someone who didn’t want to see him ever again.

Someone who was currently in the tunnels of viscera and hell that made up Billy’s body at one point, herding a group of feral children with cleansing fire.

They were gonna be fine, Maxine… Max was gonna be fine. 

He was gonna be fine.

But now, Billy had work to do; shit to take care of. Hell, he even had people to apologize to .

Before he could fuck up again.

Before that fucking creature could find him.

Before it was too late.

———

It took him a while to realize-

He’d woken up in his bed for once; not laid out on the couch or crammed in the back of his van. The covers had wrapped him up like a mummy in the night. The constriction makes him panic, makes him think of cat sized bats holding him down and ripping his flesh and the horrified screams of his ward drowned out his own panicked wailing.

He needed to get out of here, he needed to draw those things away. Keep them safe. Keep him safe.

Wayne had burst into the room, hearing the struggle over the noise of the tv. Eddie could barely hear his uncle calling his name over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He was hyperventilating, clawing at the blankets, fighting for his fucking life . 

Wayne was able to help him free and when Eddie went sailing back into the shoddy wood paneling of his wall, he saw the look in Eddie’s crazed eyes. Looked at him and saw what he saw with his war buddies. The terror etched into his soul. Eddie knew Wayne saw Shell Shock, PTSD, or whatever the fuck they called it, in him. 

They hugged for a long time. 

Eddie cried.

Eddie didn’t want to talk about it. 

Wayne didn’t press.

But it wasn’t until he looked up at the ceiling of the trailer and found it unmarred and thought ‘that’s not quite right’ that he realized it had all been real .

As stealthy as he could, Eddie checked the date on the calendar hanging in the kitchenette.

Today was the day. The day Steve talked about when Eddie finally got him to open up about his and the kids' past.

He was in the tunnels, about to lead a pack of Demodogs to himself, right fucking now.

It took everything in him not to run out the door and head to that stupid pumpkin patch and scream Steve’s name into the twisted tunnels rotting the ground. He was fine, he would be fine. Steve Harrington didn’t even know who he was right now.

Or did he…

It didn’t matter.

He had a huge head start. He wasn’t amazing at remembering broad strokes–his brain only caring for little details that sparked his interest–but could supplement through the gossip network he was privy to as the local dealer. And, if he closed his eyes and remembered hard enough, he could hear Steve talking to him about the Upside Down. Could hear him sharing his pain.

And as much as he wanted to run to Steve and spill his guts and find that spark again…

He had work to do. 

Before it was too late.

———

It took them a while to realize-

-they weren’t alone.

They hadn’t meant to find each other.

Billy had all but clammed up completely, ignoring his ill-gained posse while he stared off into space and Eddie wasn’t going off on tyrades at the lunch table or randomly bowing to ‘higher members’ of High School society. Their personalities had done a 180 during the night and the vibe was immediately off to the rest of the school. 

Not like the two noticed, or cared. 

So when it happened, it was completely accidental, a boringly mundane moment: All they’d done was look at each other.

At the same time. 

Across the cafeteria.

And it clicked.

Billy was leaning on the front of Eddie’s van before the last school bell stopped ringing. He’d sent his goons off somewhere else; said he wanted to relax for once, buy some fucking weed. He’d almost caved Hagan’s face in when the weasel tried to stick around to ‘intimidate the Freak for a better deal’.

Seeing Billy from across the parking lot, Eddie waved off Gareth and Jeff and Bert and dissuaded their objections. 

‘No, I’m not gonna die’ ‘No, don’t call the police just in case’ ‘Yes I’m fine, just go home’.

They’d scrambled once they were within earshot of Hargrove and kept looking back as they fled to their cars or back to the bus area.

Once they were alone, they both stood toe to toe, assessing one another.

“So-“ Eddie began before waiting for a beat. 

He didn’t know exactly how to go about this. If it was Steve, he could tell him something that would prove he’s from the future. But this wasn’t Steve, it was Billy fucking Hargrove. 

Billy had a similar problem. He wasn’t used to high energy and no filter. It was the kind of talk that got beat out of him early on. Having been through what he’d been through, Billy was done doing all the talking. 

Besides, he knew jack shit about Eddie. Sure as shit wasn’t around when he was being used like a meat puppet.

So he said nothing.

When it was obvious Eddie wouldn’t continue, Billy sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tapping one out. He placed it between his lips before offering the pack to Eddie. 

A smile crept across the brunette's face as he nabbed his lighter from his back pocket. Rolling the lighter between his bedazzled fingers filled the quiet til he popped the top and sparked it over Billy’s unlit cig.

Eddie leaned against the van next to Billy and they smoked in silence.

It took til the burn was almost to the filter for Billy to finally speak.

“So… what got you?”

Such a dude thing, to compare how you died. 

Eddie snorted.

“A lot of bats.” He said candidly. 

“Hmmm, kinda lame…” 

Eddie cracked out a startled laugh, turning towards the blonde.

“Lame?! I went out in metal and glory! No better way to go.”

Billy chuckled, dropping the burnt out butt on the ground and smothering it with his boot. He pulled another from the pack, Eddie was quick to light it for him.

“…Less metal, but a decent amount of glory.” He admits, staring off into space. “Overcame some shit, I guess.”

Eddie’s smile was crooked. 

“Oh yeah? What got you, Tough Guy?”

Billy smirked, looking Eddie in the eye for the second time that day. 

“Mind Flayer.”

Eddie groaned, kicking a rock on the edge of the curb.

“Oh fuck off, that’s so fucking cool.”

They stayed there a while longer, smoking and drip feeding each other information. Sharing stories, fears, important things to come. Billy filled in holes Eddie didn’t even know were there, Eddie told him about Vecna and how–even though they won–Eddie could feel like it wasn’t over just yet. The Freak and The Usurper, Bat Food and a Homunculus, Eddie and Billy. 

The conversation finally comes around to Steve and Eddie watches as Billy shuts down, sadness and regret and longing fill his eyes. The same flavor of longing Eddie is still stuffed to the brim with.

Billy’s done things he’s not proud of for the sake of survival, Eddie was barely treading above water before he met The Party. Damaged goods longing after the King of Hawkins High.

Except both knew Steve was more than that.

Unfortunately, none of The Party or the older teens remembered. They both tried making eye contact, hoping they’d be seen like they’d seen each other. 

No dice.

Thus, Eddie coined them the Died-Valiantly-and-kept-their-Memories club. Only 2 members, more to join soon… hopefully. Which earned him a punch in the shoulder from Billy.

They had time, plenty of time, til Starcourt. Billy needed to wriggle out from beneath Neil’s thumb and get Max and Susan away from him and Eddie needed to make sure Chrissy never crossed Vecna’s radar. Once their people were squared away, they would come clean. 

It would all start falling fast once the Russians came to town and they needed to be prepared.

As the sun began turning Hawkins High into a silhouette, Eddie and Billy had come up with a rough plan. 

They shook on it, scarred flesh gripping scarred flesh. Even though the scars weren’t really there anymore—healed away by whatever weird shit brought them back—they were still the people who earned ‘em.

They were a team now. 

When Tommy or Jason tried starting shit with Eddie, Billy was there to scruff them like misbehaving dogs. ‘The Freak’s off limits’ he’d snarl. 

He also passed mention of Eddie to Chrissy. Made sure she knew Carver was too stupid to have her best interests, that her mom was full of shit, that there were people who cared. The cheerleader had never been more confused, but was grateful.

In the same vein, when the jocks tried fucking with Steve—not so freshly dethroned Steve—Eddie would “mistakenly” interrupt. Turn the attention onto him. Not like they could do anything to him on pain of thorough beating by Billy Hargrove. 

He also took pains to secure a mountain of hard shit from Reefer Rick’s connection in Indy. Shit that would guarantee a much longer sentence than a simple possession charge when they found the time to plant it on Neil. It would give Billy the opportunity to help Max and Susan make a run for it, preferably to the empty trailer in Eddie’s neighborhood.

It was a symbiotic relationship. 

On the outside: Eddie got protection and Billy got free weed.

But no one, not even little miss investigative reporter Nancy Wheeler—who shattered Steve’s heart and is on both their shit list cause of it—knew the real reason.

Together, they worked to better themselves and their friends in preparation for the future. No one, not the Mind Flayer, not Vecna, and whatever else was lurking in that topsy turvy hellscape, was gonna know what hit ‘em. And no one was ever gonna get their grubby, backstabbing, soul crushing hands on Steve Harrington, ever again.

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

Steve gasps as he’s lifted and pulled back against Billy’s chest, knees still planted on Eddie’s jacket. His soiled sailor shorts stretch painfully around his thick thighs, causing the mess inside to squelch loudly as the fabric was pulled. Heat licks up Steve’s cheeks at the noise. “God, that's so gross.” He mutters. 

He twitches as Billy rests his chin on Steve’s uniformed shoulder and chuckles all syrupy and warm into his ear. “Help me out, Munson, I can’t spread him if he’s trapped.”

With a playful sigh, Eddie slips from his chair and onto his knees; his hands moving to fit under Steve’s shorts and pulling them down as Billy slots his own hands under Steve’s thighs and lifts .

A swoop of want catches Steve in the gut at how easily Billy’s just taken his weight. His muscled forearms scorching hot against his bare thighs.

As they’re pulled down and off his legs, Steve’s cock springs from its confines and slaps against his stomach. He’s fully hard again, mostly from Eddie fucking and cumming on his face and a little from Billy’s recent display of strength. Either way, he’s dripping onto his covered stomach, ruining his uniform even more.

Eddie tosses the shorts somewhere and they land with a heavy splat, not at all helping Steve’s flaming face.

“No need to be bashful, Stevie. Just means we’re doing our job right.” Eddie croons, still kneeling. He’s not moved to put his dick away, seemingly more than happy to leave it out for convenience's sake.

“And that job is?” He squeaks out as Billy sets him back down. His tanned hands running up the tops of Steve’s thighs before settling on his hips, annoyingly avoiding the former King’s throbbing cock.

“Fucking you stupid, pretty boy.” Billy answers directly into his ear before twisting Steve around and pushing him backwards into Eddie’s lap. 

Steve’s legs go flying up at the force of Billy’s shove, but soon find themselves caught in the blonde’s grip. Billy slots his hands behind Steve’s knees and pushes him back, exposing his lower half completely to the muggy breakroom air. 

The position is just as nerve-wrackingly intimate as before, but now Steve can see the intense expression on Billy’s face. His eyes are fully black with only a little ring of blue denoting their color, filled to the brim with lust unlike Steve had ever seen in his partners before. 

No one, not even Nancy, had looked at him like he was the most delectable delicacy on the tray.

I probably shouldn’t compare myself to food . He’d had too many moments where he was almost literally eaten to be doing that. 

Steve digs his fingers into Eddie’s leather jacket to ground himself.

Steve tries to squirm, close his thighs a little, just enough to obscure himself from Billy’s burning leer, but Billy only grips him harder, forcing his legs open more. Eddie hums above him, sliding a hand down Steve’s chest. He fiddles with the red ascot while he speaks.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Billy just wants to soak you all in. He’s been dying to get his hands on you.”

Billy huffs out a soft ‘Like you haven’t too’ and trades his hold on Steve with Eddie. 

The metalhead’s pale hands replaced Billy’s behind his knees and Billy trails his tanned hands up and under Steve’s shirt. Steve lets out a little ‘ ah ’ as Billy cups his pecs and squeezes, a little blissful shudder worked from the muscle. 

“Not a girl, Hargrove.” He mumbles, trying and failing to hold back a groan as fingers pinched his hardened nipples.

“Oh I’m aware, princess. Never seen a girl packing one of these before.” Billy retorted, abandoning one of Steve’s pecs to palm his aching cock. 

“Wait, fuck -” He gasps. Cumming like a… well, like a girl, had been fantastic, but it left his cock unbelievably sensitive. It felt like a livewire to the pleasure center of his brain and Billy’s work-rough hands only intensified the feeling.

“Awww-” Billy sing-songs. “-feeling sensitive, are we?” Steve nods, body coiling tight when Billy strokes the flushed flesh. A fat bead of precum bubbles at the tip and Steve catches the flick of Billy’s tongue across his lips. “Good news for you then, cause I won’t be touching you there anymore.”

Steve cries in disappointment as Billy yanks back his hand. 

“W-wait, no, c’mon man-” He begs, hips thrusting up, making his dick tap against his navel. Eddie’s hands squeeze involuntarily around the back of his knees at the slutty display.

“Calm down, pretty boy, I’ll still touch ya-” As he spoke, Billy sat up. He runs a hand down Steve’s ass, across to Billy’s jean clad thighs, and up to his zipper. He plays with the metal for just a moment before pulling it down painstakingly slow; each little metal zigzag tooth getting its time to shine.

Steve swallows audibly. This was playing out just like when Eddie first got his dick out and Steve was 100% sure he was being Pavloved into salivating at the sound of zippers.

“-I’ll still make you feel good-”

As the last tooth pops open, Billy yanks down the band of his boxer-briefs and lets his cock spring free. It was a little shorter than Eddie’s, but still nice and wide and heavy with blood. Little veins throbbed across the flesh and Steve wanted to trace them with his tongue. It bobs sluggishly in the air, like it's struggling to move under its own weight.

Jesus Christ, why am I being surrounded by people with fucking weapons in their pants? This is far from fair.

Billy shuffles forward, pulling down his pants a bit more before letting the ludacris weight of his cock aid in drooping itself across Steve’s bare lower body, aligning itself with the monster hunter’s own length.

Steve’s dick twitches at the press of Billy against him; his gut swooping again and again at the sight of them lined up together. 

He hated how his body was reacting to how much bigger Billy was than him. He had a nicely sized penis–thank you very much–girls liked it just fine; and his talents in other areas of sex made him a well rounded lover. 

But this? Being forcibly introduced to the implement that was going to be used to fuck you senseless? Nothing can compare.

“-but I’m gonna do it my way .” He hisses, hands slipping around Steve’s waist. “You’re either gonna cum my way, or not at all.” As emphasis, he snaps his hips forward, dragging the heavy length across Steve’s. 

Steve throws his head back and tries to thrust his own hips up, but finds that Billy and Eddie are still holding him in place. All he can do is whine and whimper while Billy gets his fill of frotting against Steve’s pliant body. 

Blue ringed eyes drag along his exposed thighs and tight balls and fucked open hole. Steve senses the burning scrutiny find it’s way to his reddened cheeks and cherry red, fucked out mouth. His eyelashes clumped with tears that made his vision watery when he could manage to keep them open. Little moans escape around his labored breaths and pepper the air around them.

He wasn’t even being fucked yet and he still felt owned.  

Steve’s already wet cock and the veritable waterfall of precum flowing from both their lengths slick the way for Billy to continue rubbing them together. The force of which was smushing Steve into Eddie’s chest. 

When Steve found the strength to tear his eyes away from the mess Billy was making of him, he found Eddie’s almost black stare firmly locked on him. He looked wrecked–somehow more wrecked than Steve felt–mouth parted slightly as he pants into the air Steve is desperately inhaling.

Steve wants someone to kiss him, badly.

Before he can do anything about it, Billy follows the momentum of one of his thrusts and towers over Steve’s prone body. Hands shooting from his waist to pressing into the leather below them to hold him up. 

He’s panting too, much harder than Eddie, but looking a very similar shade of wrecked as the man. 

There’s something he’s missing here–besides the absence of someone touching him, just move Hargrove ! Something that's–once again–just beyond his reach.

Billy’s eyes are wild, but tender. Lustful, but oh so romantic. There’s more adoration in Hargrove’s eyes than Steve Harrington has never been privy to and it scares him. But he wants it. He craves it. He demands more. 

Billy’s eyes drop to his lips and he shudders like he’s holding himself back. Eddie leans in, wild curls brushing blonde waves. Steve is enveloped by them. 

“It’s okay, let yourself have this.” Eddie whispers, velvety soft. 

Billy shudders again, eyes fluttering closed, before opening halfway as he descends and slots his lips with Steve’s, finally giving him the kiss he’s been dying for since this all began.

It’s sweet and soft and so unlike Billy Hargrove that Steve almost wants to cry. It feels like a confession. 

But Steve doesn’t want soft right now, he wants rough and desperate. He pushes into the kiss, swiping his tongue across Billy’s bottom lip. Finally getting with the program, Billy sears his heat into Steve, trailing his tongue along the sharp edges of his teeth. Tasting him like a fine wine that you also want to fuck.

“Thata boy, Hargrove.” Eddie murmurs, placing a kiss to the back of Billy’s head that Steve can’t really see, but can hear.

Thata boy, indeed.  

Steve sighs into the kiss, unclenching his hands from the leather jacket and trailing them up Billy’s corded forearms. Fingers brushing against the almost invisible blonde hairs smattering the skin. He’s scorching to the touch–the exact opposite of Eddie–and Steve can’t help but think he’s being sandwiched between summer and winter.

Billy pulls back with a slick sound, face absolutely devastated with reverence. It fills Steve’s heart to bursting. Spontaneous sex shouldn’t feel like this.

It feels like falling in love.

The blonde sits up, breaking the weird bubble he’d created, and pulls another packet of lube from his jean pocket. He flicks it against his fingers, drawing the contents away from the little slit used to open the plastic. 

Billy’s face is fighting itself; drawn between his usual sneer and whatever expression he’d been brewing for the last few minutes. Steve wants to press his fingers into the furrow of his brow and mold a new expression like clay. Billy must see that in his smoldering stare because a small quirk of his lips breaks the conflict.

It transforms him into something giddy and a little manic around the edges. Like he’s excited to be here. It’s so Billy–and Steve feels something unlock in his chest.

“Alright princess-” He rips open the packet, pouring the contents straight onto his length from chest height. 

The lube glints the fluorescent lighting, making it so shiny it almost glows. It spreads like honey and dribbles onto Steve’s cock once it manages to escape tBilly’s girth. “-time to make good on all my promises.”

Billy fits a hand around himself, spreading the viscous liquid in a tight fist. The sound rivaling Steve’s soaked shorts in equal parts disgusting and pornographic. His knuckles brush against Steve a little, lighting up the sensitive flesh.

The blonde sends a look to Eddie and suddenly Steve’s being repositioned a bit. Pale hands still warm on the backs of his knees use their leverage to pull Steve further onto his lap, lifting his hips to where Billy can catch him with one hand. With the other, he’s bumping the blunt head of his cock against Steve’s hole.

Steve sucks in a breath, hips weak at the jolt of want that pings around inside him. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck- ” He puffs out at the persistent press against him. Billy’s fully regained his trademark smirk, eyes wild.

“Ready, Harrington?” He asks, wide hands slotting around Steve’s waist once more.

“Mhmm.” He nods a little frantically, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He brings his own hands to where Billy’s got a hold of him, stacking them together, palms resting atop his knuckles. He can feel the blondes pulse where his wrists touch Steve’s skin

For some reason, Billy looks back up at Eddie and Steve hears the metalhead tut disapprovingly.

“Ah ah, Stevie, we wanna hear you say it loud and clear. Verbal consent is as sexy as it gets.”

Steve snaps his head back to glare at him. Eddie has the decency to flinch.

“Don’t fuck with me, Munson. You were more than happy to stick your dick in my mouth without me saying a word!” He snarls. He’s horny and he’s pissed and this is taking too fucking long. 

Billy snorts. “He’s got you there, buddy . Just admit you wanna hear Stevie beg for it.”

Eddie sniffs in indignance. “Yeah, well-” He lets out a huff, abdomen squishing Steve’s already wrecked hair. “What? You don’t wanna hear Steve beg? Bow down to the big bad Hargrove? Metaphorically, of course, given his current position.”

“Nah, you’re right.” Billy concedes easily. Eyes flitting back down to the prone man. “Beg, Harrington.”

Steve gawks at the dual stares pinning him in place. He’s stuck between a cock and a hard place and now he’s gotta fucking beg . 

A growl rushes around the cage of clenched teeth.

Ridiculous, preposterous, completely out of the fucking question!

Steve fucking Harrington does not beg. He is begged to! He’s the one that receives the begging!

…

But…

If he had to , like, really had to , in order to, well, finally get fucked, he was gonna turn on the Harrington Charm™ to do it.

He closes his eyes for a moment, channeling all the guile and allure he could muster, and performs.

Deep dark doe-eyes framed with damp, clumped lashes, red mouth pulled into a pout, flushed cheeks framed with mussed soft brown curls. Voice like smoke and wet with want, he moans. “Please, Billy, please fuck me . I’ve been a good boy, I deserve it. ”

He watches, satisfied, as both men shiver. 

Eddie’s eyes go all shark-like and sharp, attention palpable and fully Steve’s to own, while Billy’s finally given up on restraining the beast Steve’s seen prowling behind his gaze since he first moved to Hawkins.

Steve smiles, wiggling his hips in anticipation. 

“Anything you want, Princess.” The blonde growls. “All you ever had to do was ask.”

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

It took him a while to agree.

Eddie had had a closer relationship with Steve than Billy did.

For Billy, it was all sweat and spit and unresolved tension that only ever broke when Billy split skin. 

It was only later when Billy saw the kindness and love Steve Harrington showed to those around him, even offering a little to Billy, that he caved. He longed. That sliver of pure Harrington love was enough to make him fall hard and fast . His love for his friends had stopped Billy from hurting anyone else. He paid it forward, finally standing up and protecting Steve’s little Superhero. 

For Billy, it was shameful and so, so like Neil he’d wanted to off himself. His violence had marred Steve for life; the scars oh so visible to Billy even when they’d faded. He didn’t want to taint Steve’s love with his rage. He wanted to protect it as long as he could. He had no claim.

For Eddie, it was mistrust and redemption and revelation. 

He’d known Steve longer, held a crush so one-sided it was beyond his expansive imagination when Steve eventually let him get close. Steve was the sun–like his favorite yellow sweater–and Dustin was the Earth–so expressive and full of life–and Eddie was the moon, helpless to the need to protect Steve’s little planet. He’d been demolished in the process.

For Eddie, it was being seen for the first time. And in turn seeing how much Steve struggled on his own. Realizing he needed someone to be strong for him like he was strong for others. Steve deserved everything and Eddie wouldn’t stop til he had it all.

But in the end, it was Eddie who didn’t let the fear overtake him and grabbed Steve and never let him go. 

Until he had to.

Billy knew he had no chance, no right, to upend what Eddie could easily regain. He was violence and bloodshed and he could still hear the Mind Flayer taunting his weakness. He’d destroy Steve just by existing near him.

Eddie was determined to prove him wrong. He knew what it was like to be denied a happy childhood, how generational trauma ruins you . Billy was wired for violence as his defense, but someone like Steve was the perfect balm. 

Stevie was a giver by nature, he didn’t know how to take. Billy was forced to be a taker, he didn’t know how to give. Eddie was the mediary, the middle man, the balance, he could divvy the give and take. 

And as his first act as mediary, Eddie admitted something to Billy. 

He gave Billy a piece of him.

The Upside Down was a hive mind, and Eddie had joined it at the very end.

The venom from the Demobats worked quickly, flowing through his veins faster than the blood suckers could bleed him out. He’d felt the beginning, he’d felt El ripping the first portal open, he felt each time The Party had succeeded in taking down a monster. He also felt the end. Billy’s end. 

In Eddie’s final moments, he was gifted a snapshot of Billy before he died. Not that long ago, breaking free from the Flay, protecting the people he loved so deeply. He saw it all.

He tells Billy this. 

Billy cries.

They both cry.

Billy eventually agrees to give it a shot.

To be happy.

To share Steve .

Of course, the plan doesn’t exactly work if Steve isn’t involved. And right now, Steve doesn’t exactly like them. No amount of meaningful looks before graduation cut their time short got the guy to remember anything. 

They workshop something. Billy wanted to spill his guts, tell Steve everything and go from there. Eddie, ever impulsive, wanted to sweep Steve off his feet, get a baseline of attraction going before the duo laid it all out. Billy, of course, is skeptical.

“I got to him after he and Robin became friends, when he realized what gay people were. It was, like, the basis of our relationship.” Eddie says, leaning across Billy’s Camaro hood and soaking up the early summer sun. “But like, from what I remember, they didn’t get to be super good friends until after the Russian torture thing-” Which the duo were definitely not letting happen this time. ”-so he may need a little more exposure in the beginning.” 

Billy scoffs. “What, we’re gonna shock him into being okay with dudes?”

“No no, he already is, he just doesn’t realize it yet.” He says, ignoring Billy’s scowl. “We’re just gonna awaken that attraction inside of him with a little Hargrove/Munson magic.” Eddie wiggles his fingers in emphasis. 

Billy’s scowl turns comically sour. “…that’s sketchy as fuck, Munson.” 

Eddie looks over at the blonde, cigarette held loosely between his ringed fingers. A devious sparkle in his shark eyes.

“...Stevie’s working at Scoops right now.” He grins, canines glinting in the sunlight. “You know… the place with that skimpy little sailor uniform.”

“…”

“..?”

“Fine, but we spill after.”

Eddie snorts, giving his eyebrows a tantalizing waggle. “Duh, that’s kinda the plan.” 

Billy thanks his months of practiced restraint for not popping Eddie in the mouth. “ Not that kind of spill, you jackass!”

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

Steve’s spine tries to arch as Billy slides into him in one smooth thrust, eyes crossing at the crush of heavy cock against his prostate. His hips molten lava as Billy pours his heat into him. He’s happy that Eddie’s got such a good grip on him because there’s simply no strength left to hold himself open.

“Nmm, fuck! Billy~” It’s whiny and thready and a little shaky but it still rings out more like a prayer than a moan. Eddie laughs thinly above him, cock twitching against Steve’s back.

Billy breathes out a shuddering sigh when he finally seats himself fully, V of his hips indenting the plush of Steve’s thighs. He swears to god he can feel the blonde all the way in his throat . 

Imagine what it’d feel like if Eddie fucked my mouth again- The thought was quick, bringing a flush of desire. Imagine if they touched inside of me.

With what control of his muscles he still has, Steve pushes down on Billy’s already seated cock, a high pitched whine companioning the move. He’s hit something deeper inside himself by doing that. Little sparks pop in Steve’s vision. 

Billy curses, hands tightening their grip to stop Steve from squirming.

“ Goddman , Harrington, give me a second.” Billy punches out, sweaty bangs dangling in front of his eyes. “Swear you’re on a mission to hurt yourself today, keep pushing your body too far.”

“Ur takin too long-” Steve slurs, face completely flushed. He fights Billy’s hold a little. “Said you’were gonna make me feel good.”

Billy barks out a laugh. “God you really are a cockslut.” He says fondly. “Fine, fine, but don’t go telling me to slow down when I’m melting your pretty little brain.”

Steve chokes on his snarky reply as Billy pulls back, far enough to where only the tip remains, and snaps his hips forward. The clap of skin and fabric on skin is deafening, but does little to silence the guttural squeal fucked out of Steve’s throat.

Billy fucks him like he’s angry, like there’s fire crawling under his skin, like Steve’s something you can breed . The force of his thrusts crush him further and further into Eddie’s lap, but the brunette holds him open without complaint.

“ Fuck Stevie, you’re taking him so well. Is he making you feel good, baby?” Eddie coos, voice a little shaky. 

Steve can feel the wet heat of precum staining the back of his shirt. He can see his own cock slapping against his stomach at each punch of Billy into his body. 

Steve nods dumbly, eyes flitting from brown to blue. “ So good -”

It’s like they’re fighting–again–and Steve is losing–again–but unlike last time, he’s more than happy to roll over. There’s no one to protect, no decisions to make, no persona to uphold. It’s just Billy, making him feel so fucking good.

Toes curling inside his overpriced sneakers, little ‘ ah ah ah ’s accompanying each pump of Billy’s hips, cock dribbling like a fountain as the perfectly sculpted anatomy of Billy’s dick milks him better than his fingers. And in turn, his body was milking Billy for all he’s got.

“ Makin’ me feel so good, Billy ~” A strangled groan punctures through Billy’s labored panting, morphing into a whine. Steve smiles; he’s not the only one with a praise kink.

He’s never seen his body so desperate for something in his life. These two were ruining him for women. He’d never be able to put out again with such high standards.

Not like he could anyway.

Steve wasn’t a genius, but he was good with people. And even a blind, deaf, and dumb man could see clear as day that Billy and Eddie had no intention of letting him go so soon. The little spark of intuition he’d been letting escape this whole evening was more proof of that.

And, god, did that make Steve feel all nice and squirmy inside.

“Yeah princess, I can feel how good you’re feeling. Like a fucking vice grip ‘round me. Never felt someone so perfect,” Another sweet shudder lights up his spine. 

Perfect. Billy thinks I'm perfect- 

“Shit, I need you closer.” Billy curses.

It's all the warning Steve gets before he’s being moved again. 

Eddie drops his legs in favor of fitting his hands underneath Steve’s armpits–the new angle making Billy push on his prostate even harder–as Billy slips his mitts into the soft crease where Steve’s ass meets his thighs. 

Suddenly he’s being lifted and placed fully into Billy’s hold. Hands are guiding his coltish legs around Billy’s hips while Eddie acts as a support, keeping him from falling backwards. Billy’s still on his knees, but he has no issue holding all of Steve’s weight in his arms. He flails a bit before grabbing onto Billy’s shoulders.

He twists his fingers into the red button-up. From this position, Steve is staring down at the blonde. He feels powerful–even with Billy still sheathed inside him–when the man looks up at him. His eyes swirling with giddy possibilities.

Billy’s hands are still fitted under his ass, giving him the perfect leverage to manhandle Steve’s body at his leisure.

“There we go-” Billy murmurs, eyes dropping to Steve’s mouth. “Now I can kiss you without knocking heads with Munson.”

The mentioned man huffs, sliding his cool hands up and down Steve’s flank soothingly. At each pass they find themselves higher and higher, shirt riding up along with them, until Eddie’s rubbing Steve’s chest. Steve shivers at the cold metal of Eddie’s rings on his sensitive skin. 

He’s gonna end up with a complex after this is over. Just the sight of metal will bring Steve back to the sensations Eddie laves up his chest. 

Steve hums as the metalhead presses his lips to the back of his neck, prompting him to lean forward and lock lips with Billy once more. A satisfied growl escapes their melded mouths as Billy begins fucking back into Steve at a much more subdued pace.

The monster hunter finds himself in a new rhythm; lifted and dropped on Billy’s cock while Eddie nibbles at his neck with his teeth. The scrape of too long canines light up Steve’s roaring blood, but he’s not worried about the man leaving visible bites. He wants a reminder, no matter how embarrassing the questioning looks he’ll get will be.

Eddie’s hard against his back, sliding in the groove of his spine under his sailor shirt. Steve wants him to mark him up again, shoot pearly ropes along the freckled skin and let it stay. His uniform top is already stained beyond saving, so what's the harm?

On one lift, Eddie’s cock finds itself between Steve’s cheeks, oh so close to where Billy is drilling into him. He jumps, tilting his hips towards the brunette instinctually.

Wonder what it would be like- He starts, hyperfocusing on the lingering feeling. To have them both at once.

Eddie chuckles against Steve’s flushed neck. “Billy’s right, you really are tryna hurt yourself.”

“Jesus, Eddie.” He breathes out, words tickling against Billy’s dumb little mustache. “How d’ya keep reading my mind?” Billy recaptures his lips, licking into his mouth when Steve gasps at a particularly well angled thrust.

He laughs again, tilting his head as he prepares to make another mark onto the younger man. “You’re just so easy to read, Stevie. That’s all.” Steve moans into Billy’s mouth as teeth clamp onto the little space where his shoulders and neck meet.

Billy’s back to kissing him too softly again, but Steve is mollified by the waves of pleasure incapacitating his hips and the sweet pain Eddie’s tasked himself with doling out. 

At this point, Steve’s no longer being moved; he’s suspended above Billy while the blonde thrusts up into him. Steve envies the raw strength necessary to hold him in such a way. He’s not light, not by a longshot, but Billy’s arms aren’t even shaking. The power makes Steve’s head spin, as does the rising demand of his impending orgasm. 

It’s building in that place that makes his whole body feel like it’s cumming. That place that scared him so much before, but now he craves desperately.

He’s never cum twice in one session before, but the addictive drag of Billy’s cock in his guts and the targeted attention of Eddie on his body are building up that sweet feeling faster and faster.

“Uhn- fuck , gonna-” He whines, high and needy. He can’t fucking speak anymore.

Eddie grinds into his back, panting wetly in his ear. “Gonna cum, baby?” 

Steve nods, peppering kisses on Billy’s red cheeks. The blonde relishes in it, letting out a pleased growl eerily adjacent to a purr. 

“That's so good, Stevie. Wanna see you cum all pretty for me.” Billy croaks, voice weak. “Missed it last time, but now you’re front and center.”

Billy picks up the pace, skin slapping skin. Steve loses the strength in his core muscles and leans back into Eddie’s body. He watches his own cock bob uselessly as that lovely feeling encompasses him. 

He loses control of his voice, letting the two men know exactly how close he is. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop -” He begs.

He wants to grab himself, tug on the swollen flesh, and release the tension. But Billy’s words still ring in his mind: cum his way, or not at all. And as much as he wanted to be a brat and show Billy that he wasn’t a girl, the gratification of cumming like one trumped his pride.

Hips twitching, neck stinging in the best of ways, and Eddie’s fingers teasing his nipples, Steve’s eyes roll back in their sockets as he cums. Unconfined, he can’t stop the mess oozing from his tip from dripping onto his and Billy’s torsos. 

He clenches down on Billy with each tidal wave of pleasure wracking his body, the feeling of something thick inside him intensifying the feeling. He’s deaf to the praise Eddie is lavishing onto him from where he’s still rutting against his body, but he does notice when Billy’s rhythm becomes disjointed. The blonde’s thrusts jittery in his pursuit of climax. 

“Such a good boy, princess. Came just the way I wanted-.” Billy grunts out, body curling inwards. “-’m gonna give you a nice reward.”

Billy forces all of Steve’s weight onto his lap as his head shoots back. He gasps open mouthed at the ceiling tiles as his cock jerks and spills inside Steve. 

Warmth floods Steve’s insides, causing his muscles to flutter. Another wave of syrupy satisfaction follows the feeling.

Fuck. Steve could get addicted to this.

He registers slowly as Eddie begins to paint his back in long, ropey spurts. The warmth bleeding into his skin and the fabric of his uniform. The man breathes heavily into his ears, arms curling around his chest in a hug.

Steve lets his eyes slip closed, going limp in Eddie’s hold. He pants softly, trying to catch his breath. Eddie’s hair drapes over his shoulder like a curtain, its frizzy softness brushing Steve’s cheeks. 

He smells like leather and sweat and weed. It’s a scent he’s intimately familiar with, even though he just smelled it for the first time right that very moment.

Steve opens his eyes again, affixing them to the man at his shoulder.

As if he could sense Steve’s stare, Eddie looks up, meeting his gaze.

“...Hey.” The man says simply, an air of shyness suddenly erupting around the metalhead.

Steve grins, leaning in and capturing his lips.

It's short and sweet but–when Steve pulls back–Eddie looks like Steve’s shoved his tongue down his throat. The bewilderment almost enough to make Steve giggle.

“Didn’t get to kiss you yet-” He says, smiling stupidly at the owlish expression on Eddie’s face. “I wanted to fix that.”

“Oh…” Eddie finally replies. A small smile lifts the corner of his mouth. 

They stay in that moment for only a second before Steve finds himself falling forward.

“Fucking, shit! ” Billy yelps as he falls backward onto the linoleum floor, having lost his balance sometime after he finished emptying his balls into Steve. Also, unfortunately for Steve, they’re still very much connected, causing the younger man to follow after.

Billy’s head mercifully doesn’t thwack against the floor, but he does end up shoving a chair back with his careening body. An ungodly screech of metal on floor deafening the trio. Steve’s somehow able to unlock his legs and stop them from being crushed under the slab of Californian man meat that’d been fucking him.

Steve lets out a clipped ‘oof’ when he collides with Billy’s chest, his arms trapped by his sides as Billy shoots his out to hold him in place. He can hear the man’s heartbeat thrumming under his ear.

He looks up at the blonde, finding Billy’s head tilted all the way back to where he can’t see his face. But the raging blush flooding down his neck is all Steve needs to see.

He smirks devilishly.

“Geez, Hargrove, I knew you were falling for me, but I didn’t think you’d take it quite so literally.” 

Eddie snorts out a genuine fucking ‘guffaw’, cackling maniacally.

Billy’s head shoots up, arms crushing Steve to his chest, as he screams out at Eddie. “Keep laughing and I’ll liberate you of your little Munson, Munson!” 

Eddie’s laugh cuts off, morphing into a horrified gasp. He clasps his hands over his exposed cock. “Okay, okay, not funny, not funny at all ! Awful, really. A shame, a horrible, awful shame. A shame I never witnessed, not once. Didn’t see it. In fact, never seen you before. Have we met? Do you need help, sir?”

Billy groans, head thumping back onto the floor as Eddie keeps babbling. His grip on Steve relaxes, allowing the man to shimmy up Billy’s body. He places a kiss on the blonde’s chin, pleased when Billy’s blush worsens a bit.

“Lighten up, Hargrove, I’m just playing with you.” He assures the man. “I’m sure you’re very suave when you aren’t fucking people in breakrooms.”

Billy grumbles, meeting Steve’s eyes. “I liked you better with Munson’s cock in your mouth.”

Steve laughs, even more pleased when Billy joins him.

“Alright, let's get you cleaned up. Wouldn’t want Buckley blowing a gasket out there.” 

Steve pouts, batting his eyelashes. “Done already? I thought you and Munson were supposed to swap once you were finished.”

Billy sucks in a breath, eyes hooded. “You’re insatiable, lucky us.” He growls. “But you’re on a time limit and I’d rather break you apart on a bed.” 

‘Since the floor is being too difficult ’ left unsaid.

“Yeah baby, got a nice comfy mattress with your name on it.” Eddie chips in, having stuffed himself back into his jeans just in case Billy made good on his threat. “But I’d rather you regain your modesty before carting you over there. Hargrove and I don’t like to share.”

Tanned hands hold Steve’s hips in place as Billy slides out of the slick heat of his ass. Steve gasps softly, cushioning his cheek on the hard planes of Billy’s chest as his cock grinds against his sensitive prostate. A veritable flood of lube and semen rush out after, soiling Billy’s jeans even moreso.

Steve shudders, trying to put a clamp on the resurfacing negative feelings he experienced earlier with dirtying Eddie’s bandana–now superimposed onto Billy’s clothing. But he can’t keep the shame from bubbling up for long.

“Sorry.” He whispers, eyes falling to the blonde’s chest.

Billy frowns, fisting the hair on the back of Steve’s head and angling him back up.

“You need to quit apologizing, princess. My mess is mine to clean and I just spent a whole lotta time making you a mess. Which means-?” Billy raises a brow.

“W-which means you clean it?” Steve answers, a little unsure.

Billy smirks, teeth sharp. “When you’re right you’re right, Harrington.” He smooths down the disrupted curls, fingers moving to fiddle with Steve’s rumpled ascot. “Okay, sit up so Munson can-”

The door to the breakroom rattles under the force of a fist banging on it, the noise causing the three men to freeze. Eddie grabs the edge of his jacket in case he needs to throw it over Steve.

“C’mon Steve-o, times up!” Robin yells through the door, knocking wildly a few more times. “You and your ‘big lunch’ need to be wrapped up in 5 or I'm dragging you to the front myself!” 

Steve barely catches her say ‘ been in there for an hour and a half, man ’ before the shadow of her shoes disappear.

The men all sigh in relief, infinitely happy Robin didn’t just burst into the room.

“She scared the shit outta me.” Eddie admits, moving to help Steve sit up. 

“Yeah, she does that. Moves like a ghost when she’s not tripping over nothing.” Steve looks around, spotting his sailor shorts near the far wall.

He then looks down at his naked lower half.

Then he feels the squish of cooling semen trapped beneath his uniform shirt.

“Hey guys…” Steve begins, getting the duo’s attention.

“What Harrington, need another kiss?” Billy snarks, 100% ready to kiss Steve stupid at his behest.

Steve flushes, giving the blonde a look.

“No! But, uh, do you guys have, like, extra clothes or something? Cause my uniform is kinda… ruined.”

The ensuing silence is palpable. 

The men look over Steve’s ravished body, then to Billy’s ruined jeans, and then to Eddie, who’s somehow completely clean.

The two instigators flush bright red, realizing how unprepared they were. The aura of ‘ we’re such fucking idiots ’ weighing down the air.

Eddie sighs, ringed hand clasped over his mouth. He’s got more color in his face than he does on his entire body. 

“...I’ll be right back.” He says before slipping out of the room. Leaving Billy and Steve to sit in their mess.

Despite the circumstances, Steve dons a bright smile, pressing a kiss to Billy’s jaw.

“Well, while we wait, I definitely wouldn’t mind another kiss.” 

Billy’s jaw clicks as he works his way out of the cringe taking over his features. “Anything you want princess, anything you want.”

———

Eddie returns a few minutes later with brand new clothes–perfectly preppy and pastel like Steve’s usual wardrobe–and a painfully empty wallet.

They clean Steve up, ensure the man can still walk after being dicked down by Billy Hargrove himself, and present innocent faces to Robin when they finally leave the sanctity of the breakroom.

Steve babbles excuses and fills the empty air so that Robin can’t ask him any hard questions like ‘ what were you guys doing back there? ’, but the flushed cheeks, teeth marks, and odd gait told the girl all she needed to know.

Billy ends up wearing Eddie’s jacket around his waist to cover the staining because, and I quote, ‘I wasn’t gonna bankrupt myself buying jeans that would’ve ended up being not tight enough for you. ’ Which earned Eddie a fist to his bicep.

The duo left soon after, but not before Eddie was shoving a piece of paper into Steve’s hands, promising more “titillating and insightful conversation” at his trailer on a later date.

Despite Steve’s assurances that nothing had happened, Robin still adorned the board with two fresh tally marks. But this time, they were under ‘You Rule’.

The only tally marks under ‘You Rule’.

Steve begrudgingly stays to finish his shift–being cut off for the summer really straps you for cash–but evens the injustice of it out by complaining about his sore back and throat. And when Robin tries to pry about the origins of said issues, Steve blames it on a sudden cold. 

Their boss ends up showing towards the end of the shift and immediately clocks Steve’s lack of uniform. Robin pulls a save and tells him Steve slipped and fell on an ice cream spill when cleaning the front and soiled the clothes beyond salvation; explaining away his weird walk on said fall. 

With a sigh and a reprimand about ‘costing the company money’, Steve gets a new uniform from somewhere far back in storage.

He somehow misses the menagerie of teeth marks on Steve’s neck. Thank god.

At the end of the day, Steve goes home, showers, and sags into the mattress of his queen sized bed, pleased as punch. 

Sore and chewed up and drained dry, he ends up sleeping through the entire night. With the phantom press of Billy and Eddie’s hands on his body, no nightmares plague him.

>~——————————~<!>~——————————~<

Steve pulls up to Eddie’s trailer 5 minutes early. 

Despite Eddie’s messily scrawled address in his pocket, Steve had driven here without taking a look at it. He knew exactly where to go.

He’d been to this park a few times before, encountering the enigmatic metalhead and Billy on separate occasions.

Ever since their… rendezvous at Scoops, Billy and Eddie had been keeping close. They showed up to the mall often, stopping in–usually independent of each other–just to talk to the man while he worked. 

Billy would often times bring Max along, their relationship having improved leaps and bounds from when they first moved to Hawkins. 

Ever since their dad–my step dad, Max reminds him–got busted with about 5 different kinds of opioids and enough Meth to supply the state of Indiana and assaulted the officers sent to execute the search, the two had been visibly happier.

Billy and Max still had little spats, but Max no longer came to Steve plotting the blonde’s downfall. 

The two, including Max’s mother Susan, moved into the trailer park Eddie and his uncle called home. It wasn’t much farther out of the way than their old place so Steve never complained when it came time to cart Max to the arcade, but sometimes Billy would insist on bringing her instead. ‘No need to waste gas when I’ve got a car too, Harrington.’

They’d also cleared things up with Lucas ( thank god ) which Steve was more than relieved to hear. It turned out Billy’s hostility toward the kid wasn’t because of his own racism, but Neil’s.

Billy didn’t talk about his dad much, but Max confided in Steve about the abuse that went on behind closed doors. Billy had been threatened directly that if he let Max hang out with Lucas, he’d be the one receiving the consequences. It got worse when the two started dating. If Neil found out that his little girl was dating a black kid, all hell would break loose.

Things made a lot more sense after that.

He wasn’t The Usurper by choice, if Billy didn’t present a certain way to Neil, he’d be punished for it.

And that behavior didn’t last long either. Right after Billy became the new King, he went and dropped Tommy H. and Carol and the rest of the group, just like that. In the blink of an eye he went and speedran Steve’s rise and fall in a single semester.

Needless to say, Billy and Max got free ice cream when they came in. And when Billy complained about ‘not being a charity case’, Max would smack him and say ‘these are friend prices, Billy.’ and Steve wouldn’t correct her.

When Billy showed up alone, he sort of clammed up. He’d been doing more listening as of late, which worked well when Steve was in a chatty mood. The man would lean against the counter, head propped up in one hand, and watch Steve with soft eyes as he babbled about the degenerates who came to the store.

When Steve wasn’t talkative, it was a bit awkward. It was only when Billy offhandedly mentioned he was working part-time at a local auto shop–vying for a full-time spot to supplement Neil’s missing income–that Steve had an in. When Steve wanted to do the listening, he’d have Billy talk about his cars. The passion he displayed in his work was enamoring. 

During those times, Steve would have to restrain himself from grabbing Billy and having another ‘lunch break’ in the back.

Eddie was much easier to speak to since the man almost never stopped talking. 

He’d come to the mall with his bandmates sometimes, the gaggle of nerds giving Steve odd looks at how chummy he was with their leader. That, or it was the sailor suit. 

He swore he heard one of them–Gareth he thinks–say something about Eddie being whipped. That had earned the man a ‘random disadvantage roll’ at their next game, whatever that meant.

It made him miss Dustin, but the kid was off at summer camp and the rest of the Party wasn’t too keen on explaining DnD terms to him.

When he came by without the band, Eddie was a ball of barely restrained energy. He bounced on his heels recounting his day, hands always on the move. Steve got lost watching the glint of his rings under Scoops’ lighting. He let himself turn off his brain a bit, focusing solely on Eddie’s manic energy.

Every once and a while, when the man could get in a word edgewise, Steve would say something that had Eddie’s expression crumbling. A deep sadness welling up in his eyes. And just before Steve could take it back or apologize, Eddie would recover. Like it never happened. Steve would try to pry, but Eddie was a steel trap.

And one time, Eddie came in with a girl under his arm. 

Steve was immediately confused. 

Upon further examination, the girl turned out to be Chrissy Cunningham, recently appointed Queen of Hawkins High. Steve remembered her a little from when he was a senior, but he had been too preoccupied with nightmares about dying in a broken down bus and failing to protect the kids to pay much attention.

At first, he was afraid that she and Eddie were a thing.

He felt stupid at the reflexive thought. They’d only had sex. Very emotionally complicated and intimately involved sex, but sex nonetheless. It’s not like he and Eddie–or Billy–were dating.

Plus, Robin had recently introduced him to the concept of bisexuality–clunkily and in a roundabout way, but obviously directed towards him–when he had a freak out at work the day after his ‘lunch break’. 

She explained that sometimes people liked both and that was okay. And while that soothed the panic in Steve’s heart, it also meant that other people could also be Bi. Meaning Eddie and Chrissy being an item was still on the table.

But when Eddie started complaining about Jason Carver–Chrissy’s boyfriend –and was very insistent that Robin talk with Chrissy as much as possible–the girl flushing bright red when Chrissy smiled at her–Steve realized very quickly that that was not the case.

And when Eddie gently coaxed Chrissy into getting a small cup of gelato, talked softly about how strong and brave she was, and smiled so blindingly when Chrissy got regular ice cream instead, Steve realized he was looking at a friendship that was oh so achingly familiar to him.

Eddie was so proud that he insisted he pay for them both, despite Robin practically begging the metalhead to let her give it to Chrissy for free.

He relented with the caveat that Robin join Chrissy on her walk around the mall while he stayed to talk with Steve.

Steve had never seen Robin throw her hat off faster. She and the cheerleader were out the door before Steve could make a joke about it.

Once they were gone, Steve found himself inflicted with Eddie Munson’s complete, undivided attention. Attention that the man used to unload a mountain of compliments and adulation onto Steve. By the time the girls returned, Steve was an unhealthy shade of red and unable to speak, too overloaded with nice things to function.

His hesitancy of Chrissy must’ve been obvious for Eddie to course correct like that. Or maybe he could read Steve’s mind after all. But when Steve accused him of such, he was assured that ‘ I’m no mind-reader Harrington, you’re just easy to read. ’

It all culminated in today; the day Billy passed on to Steve during his most recent visit to Scoops. While Max was busy digging into some salted caramel monstrosity that Robin had been cooking up for days, the man mentioned he and Eddie were free to talk.

Actually talk.

Hopefully.

…but, Steve didn’t really mind if they ended up not talking, of course.

Either way.

Steve was here now, parked next to Eddie’s shoddy van in front of his home. 

In his peripheral, he spotted Billy’s Camaro at the trailer across the way.

Steve swallowed, throat clicking. He was antsy, a little nervous. He hadn’t really realized what he was walking into last time, but this time he had all the cards on the table. He genuinely did want to talk about it, about them. 

It was unorthodox, yeah, but Steve also knew that monsters were real and personally met a girl that could pop heads with her mind. He wanted them to know he was open to that, this, whatever it was.

With a shuddery sigh, Steve hefted himself out of the car–back giving a little twinge–and followed the little gravel trail to Eddie’s door.

He stood on the stoop, hesitating for only a moment before rapping his knuckles on the aluminum. 

A little scuffle could be heard from inside, like someone was scrambling to right themselves in a rush to answer the door. Steve’s lips quirked up, knowing it must’ve been Eddie.

Steve was soon greeted with the whoosh of a door being ripped open and the dopey grin of one Eddie Munson following after it. 

“Steve Harrington, as I live and breathe! It’s been ages!” Eddie exclaims, arms thrown outwards in faux surprise. 

He looks good. Hair pulled into a messy ponytail that leaves strands of curly hair sticking out in all directions. He’s got on a well worn Metallica tee with a few moth holes in the collar and some black sweats that pool around his bare feet. Steve can see the remnants of black nail polish on his toes. He’s still decked out in jewelry despite his relaxed appearance, rings drumming against the door frame.

Steve giggles, smile growing despite himself. “Yeah, yeah, Munson, It’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” 

“Hey!” Calls a voice from behind Eddie.. “That’s our line , princess!” Eddie moves a bit to reveal where Billy is sitting on the couch, beer in hand. He’s got one arm around the back of it to twist himself in their direction. “Here you got me thinking we had something special.”

Billy’s just as comfortably dressed. Hair a little mussed but styled back like he ran mousse covered fingers through it. For once he’s wearing a shirt, white and adorned with the logo of some local bar Steve assumes is from California. He’s got his legs propped up on an old guitar case turned coffee table, socked feet crossed on top. 

“What can I say man, It’s a good line.” Billy huffs, glaring at him playfully.

Eddie shuffles in place, buzzing with his usual manic energy. “C’mon in man-” He says, bowing a little as Steve crosses the threshold. “Sorry about the improper attire, milord, Billy and I were up all night scheming.” 

Steve snorts out a laugh. “Scheming? Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, shutting the door behind them. 

“Nothing gets past you, huh Stevie.” 

Plenty gets past me . He doesn’t say.

Removing his shoes and storing them by the suspiciously bent hat rack, Steve scans over the rest of the living room, a habit he picked up after walking into the Byers’ house and seeing a mouth made of petals and teeth.

Billy’s gone back to watching some sports game on the TV, arm still slung over the backrest. He spies a hallway with 3 doors, 2 bedrooms and a bathroom most likely. His eyes land on a combo kitchenette/laundry space, with a stacked washer dryer shoved into a pantry. Mugs lined the counter near a coffee machine, pot half-full and still steaming.

Then, for some reason, Steve finds himself looking up at the ceiling of the trailer.

And he notices that something is… missing.

Steve’s stomach drops, world narrowing to the smooth ceiling he’s burning holes into. His heart is rabbiting in his chest, fists clenched at his side. 

It was supposed to be there… the beginning of the end… 

Suddenly someone’s touching him; worried voices cut through the ringing in his ears.

“...vie, Steve ! Are you okay? Talk to me, sweetheart!”

Steve’s eyes snap to Eddie, who’s gotten a lot closer. There’s a familiar panic in his eyes.

Eyes that were dull and unseeing, that Steve confirmed himself were no longer inhabited. Eyes that he had closed before dragging Dustin through the quickly collapsing portal. The portal that should be-

“It should be there…” He mumbles. 

Eddie’s expression does something confusing, hopping between relieved and unsure and full of dread faster than humanly possible.

“What should be there, baby?” Billy asks gently, having joined up at Eddie’s side. He hesitates before clasping Steve’s shaking hands in his own, warm and comforting, unlike…

Unlike the limbs forcibly spawned from Billy’s Flayed body, puppeteered by the Mind Flayer to bring more into the fold, his whole being stolen from him. His freedom returned only for a moment, to protect El, before he died while Steve stood by, helpless to stop it.

He thinks he’s losing it, that he’s hallucinating, but the memories keep flooding in faster and faster. And he’s thinking: Oh god, there’s too much to do. It’s just me. I’m alone. I’m alone and they’re going to die. I don’t know what to do, I-

Then he stops.

And he looks.

And he sees the tentative hope in their eyes.

And it clicks.

“Oh my god… Oh- Oh my god! You guys, I, holy shit you guys!” Steve screams, throwing himself at the two.

He’s pulled into a tight hug, body eclipsed by Billy and Eddie’s combined mass. He lets loose a broken sob, tears spilling down his cheeks, curling into the warmth despite how sweltering it is outside. Little drops of warmth plip on Steve’s cheeks and bloom into his shirt. All the while, Steve receives tender whispers.

“It’s okay, Stevie.” “We’re here.” “We missed you so much.” “So happy to see you again.” They puff into his hair and the side of his neck and wherever else they’d crammed their faces. Steve clutches at them, fully believing they’d disappear if he ever let go.

“Won’t disappear, baby. I promise.” Eddie says, hushed and brittle. “We’ve been waiting for you for so long .”

Steve sniffles, a wet laugh bubbling up his throat. “You lied to me, Munson. Those bats definitely gave you mind reading powers.” He manages to say, getting a startled chuckle from Billy.

He pulls back, just enough to see their faces. Eddie smiles all watery and crooked. “Maybe a little bit, sweetheart, but only for you.” 

Billy presses a kiss onto Steve’s damp cheek, eyes not as dry as he’d want you to believe, licking the salt when he retreats to speak. “Sorry it took so long, princess.” Steve hums happily when the blonde pecks his forehead, just like Robin used to do.

“How- when did you guys remember?” He asks, the weight of two different–but equally grounding–hands on his back.

Billy and Eddie share a look, Billy grimaces.

“The, um… that night at the Byers’ house…” Billy mumbles, shame thick and cloying. Steve whines low and pained. He brings a hand up to cup the man’s cheek, thumbing away the tears that escape Billy’s grip. 

“Same for me-” Eddie continues. “I know I’m shit with dates, but I remember the rundown you gave me. It was the night you went into the tunnels with the kids.”

“ Shit … thank god you guys didn’t come get us, that shit would’ve ended badly if Dustin got interrupted during his heart to heart with Dart.” Steve says, mind working. “Jesus, it finally makes sense. Nancy was convinced you guys got possessed or something. I kinda checked out those last few weeks of school so I thought she was just over-exaggerating.” 

He recalls those awkward lunches with her and Johnathan. The pain of losing Nancy still fresh, but Steve’s respect for Johnathan evened him out. Once he dropped his old friends, he’d been kidnapped to the Upside Down Club table and relearned how to speak to Nancy and not flinch everytime Johnathan moved his hands.

But that was in the past, things were better now. Though, he was curious about how Eddie and Billy remembered, but not them.

“Wait, but how did you guys find out about each other? You don’t exactly have much in common.”

Billy wipes his eyes with the back of his free hand before clapping it on Eddie’s shoulder.

“We just kinda… looked at each other, nothing else to it.”

“It was instant-” Eddie says. “I think it’s cause we were connected to the Upside Down before, you know, and we recognized that.”

“We tried giving you and Wheeler and Byers ‘the look ’ too, but it never worked. Not even Max budged, and Munson said she had that fucker in her head before he ate it. Thought it would still count.”

He remembers that too, the weird looks in the hallway. 

From Billy he thought it was a new bullying tactic. From Eddie a new way to ‘disrupt the monarchy’. 

But they’d been trying to reach him.

For weeks.

He’d failed to read their suspicious actions for weeks .

“I’m sorry.” Steve says automatically.

Eddie glowers, lips pursing.

“Nuh uh, Stevie, no apologizing. It’s not like this brain time travel shit was your fault.”

Steve’s face crumbles. “No, but… what happened to you was.”

Eddie opens his mouth to refute him, but Steve beats him to the punch.

“No, Eddie, it was my fault that you were left alone with Dustin. If I’d gotten my head out of my ass about Nancy, I’d’ve realized leaving the new guy alone was a bad idea! I could have stayed behind, made sure you actually retreated when the distraction was done.”

Billy scoffed, fingers digging into where they still held Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hold on, Harrington. You-”

Steve swings his head to Billy, clapping the hand on his cheek over his mouth.

“And I knew something was wrong at home with you and Max. I fucking knew it! But I was too much of an asshole to step in because of the stupid feud between us.” He’s yelling now, tears welling up in his eyes. 

“I didn’t listen when Max said you’d been acting weird, I didn’t connect the dots when people started going missing, and I didn’t try hard enough at the mall. I just stood there, Billy!” 

Billy grabs at Steve’s hand, fingers tightening around his wrist. 

“And because of that, Max ended up so torn up about you that Vecna got her.”

Steve’s hand is wretched from the blonde’s mouth, his eyes burning.

“I never even tried to warn you.” He whispers, voice cracking. “Even if you didn’t believe me, I could’ve warned you.”

His knees wobble, threatening to fall out from beneath him. Billy’s whole body is shaking, emotions ready to boil over.

He wants it, he needs the explosion, he needs the pain. It’s his fault they died. Now that they were back, Steve could atone properly.

But Billy didn’t explode, or hit him, or yell. What he did do, was crush Steve to his chest, arms like a vice. Steve stared into the crease of Billy’s elbow, tears flooding his vision.

“I wouldn’t have believed you, baby-” Billy seethes. “-and I would have gone out and done the same shit.” He closes his eyes, letting the saltwater flow down his cheeks once more. 

“I’d have burned the same bridges and drove the same road that that fucking creature found me on and nothing would have changed.” Steve curls his arms around Billy; the blonde was still shaking. “It wouldn’t have, because I was so far into my own head nothing could’ve shaken me out of it.”

Billy relaxes his grip, drawing Steve’s eyes up.

“But you did, princess. It took a while, but you broke through. You and Max and that little super girl broke through the years of shit I’d stacked up to protect myself.”

Billy smiles. Unmarred by pretense and blindingly beautiful.

“You did that.”

Eddie slides behind Steve, pressing against his back. He’s cool, drawing the overwhelming warmth from Steve’s body.

“I had something to prove.” He starts, resting his forehead into Steve’s hair. He breathes in the scent of his hair before continuing. “I was tired of being a coward and, yes, sacrificing myself wasn’t the best way to remedy that.”

Steve shudders. “No… it wasn’t.” He mumbles.

“No…but those bats didn’t stay distracted for long. I needed to buy you and the girls more time.” Pale arms slip around Steve, resting atop tanned ones. “I made the decision to cut the rope, to leave Dustin behind, to play my heart out protecting you. It was all me.”

He rubs his cheek in the strands, drowning himself in the scent of ‘ Steve ’. 

“I’m clever, Stevie, I would have found a way to get you and Dustin on the other side of the gate before cutting the rope. I would’ve done the same shit, even if you had been there.”

There's a silence before something small and broken creaks out from between Billy and Eddie’s hold.

“ Why? ”

It’s barely a whisper, almost inaudible. But to them, it was deafening.

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, locking eyes with Billy. They both breathe in, preparing themselves.

“Because we love you, Steve.”

At that, the three men sink to the floor, following Steve’s knees finally giving out.

Sobbing and shushing and the sounds of nuzzling and gentling fill the trailer. Steve’s pleas and apologies buckled under the weight of Eddie and Billy’s loving words and touches. Steve cried hard, harder than he’d ever before.

He cried a lot in the early days, the trauma so new and fresh that his body needed the release.

As time went on, as more people came and went and responsibilities piled up, Steve cried less. He couldn’t afford to be weak, not when the kids needed him to be strong; needed him to be the pillar Hopper had been.

This body, the one that held his second chance, had been prepping itself to follow that same cycle. To hold it in. To be strong.

But the turmoil of one and a half go arounds at life couldn’t be contained anymore.

So he cried.

And he was held.

He didn’t need to be strong right now.

He didn’t have to be alone.

They stayed like that til Steve finally ran dry. The guilt was still there–too ingrained in one Steve Harrington to go away so easily–and that was okay. He had time to work through it and a safety net so strong it transcended time.

Eddie got up to grab Steve some water while Billy moved them to the couch. The worn stuffing and lumpy springs brought back fond memories that he whispered to Billy like secrets. They’d shushed themselves when Eddie came around just to watch him try and parse what exactly they were talking about so seriously. 

The metalhead handed over mugs filled with water, rings clinking against the ceramic, before sitting down on the other side of Steve.

Cool liquid soothing his sore throat, Steve made one more vital realization.

“Hold on, if you guys got your memories back during the first Mind Flayer attack, why didn’t you say anything when you came to see me at Starcourt?” 

He feels both men freeze up at the question, body’s rigid at Steve’s sides.

Steve looks over at Billy, his face slowly filling with color. He coughs, eyeballing Eddie like his life depends on it. Turning to the metalhead, Steve’s eyes narrow. The man's face was ashen, the water in his cup rippling from his shaking hands.

“Oh, uh, well, you see- we, uh, we weren’t sure if you’d believe us about the whole time travel thing and-”

“All you had to mention was the Upside Down, Munson. It wouldn’t have been hard.” Steve interrupts icily, placing his mug on the coffee table slowly. “Try again.”

Eddie swings his head to look at Billy, eyes wide. The word ‘Help’ basically painted on his forehead. But Billy’s staring straight ahead, wishing the game on TV would suck him in.

Eddie sighs heavily, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Stevie, you gotta understand, I only ever got Robin to talk about the sailor suit.”

Steve clenched his fists, feeling the veins in his head start throbbing.

“I tried to see if she could shmooze her way into persuading you to put it back on, but I couldn’t get her to budge! You don’t know what that kind of curiosity does to a man, Steve! It’s all I thought about, day and night. I even pictured you in it while I was dying , Stevie! Dying!

He raises his fist, relishing in the flinch Eddie gives.

“Wait! Hargrove, help me out here, you aided and abetted, this isn’t a solo crime!”

“Don’t worry, Munson, Billy’ll get his too.” Steve hisses as he lunges at the older man.

Eddie shrieks, falling onto the floor with Steve not far behind. Meanwhile, Billy stays seated and sips his beer. Not daring to look over at the justice being delivered next to him. 

It’s all worth it, the man thinks, a little pain for a whole lotta gain.

When Steve gets a good hit in, Billy slurps his beer louder to drown out the squall of his compatriot. 

Yep, definitely worth it.

———

Later, when Steve’s done kicking their asses–celebrating the fact that he actually won a fight, no matter how one-sided–they kiss, make up, and Eddie and Billy make good on what they promised at Scoops. 

The trio then finally inform everyone about the time travel, allowing El to find and neutralize the Demodog containing the Mind Flayer while Hopper and Murray send the FBI to the portal under Starcourt. With El’s powers unhindered and Vecna unprepared, The Party and the teens–including Robin–and Hopper rain hellfire on the Upside Down, crippling One’s invasion plan and killing him for good.

Billy and Eddie trail after Steve like love struck puppies, fending off any assailants that get near the man. Steve makes sure to take his bat to Henry’s nonexistent nuts for all the hell he put them through.

And when they’re done and the portals are closed and the scientists at Hawkins confirm the Upside Down is finally gone, they talk some more, because good relationships feed on communication.

And Steve’s happy.

They’re all happy.