[ steve hands eddie the pillow, watching as his guitar is put back in place. as he unzips him, steve runs his fingers slowly down his cock. he can feel eddie hardening, and he knows that by the time he's done with him, he'll be biting anything to keep from moaning. steve smirks, slipping eddie's jeans and underwear down, but just enough. nothing too suspect, and as steve pulls an afghan from behind the couch just to cover things up a little more, he finally begins to stroke eddie. ]
That's it. Get hard for me.
[ his voice is a whisper, eyes connecting with eddie's. he leans down, taking the head into his mouth and giving a firm suck, tongue playing at the slit as he rolls it. his eyes flutter closed, eyes rolling as he breathes eddie in, head bobbing slowly. ]
[Eddie strums a few idle chords, a sort of warm up as he considers what to play next. He ultimately settles on Whiplash, for no other reason than it's how Steve makes him feel sometimes.
He can only hope the music doesn't draw Dustin into the room.]
God, Steve—
[They've barely started and Eddie already feels achy, feels the strain of keeping his voice to a whisper. His eyes flutter closed as Steve tongues his slit, playful. It's going to be his undoing. At least his fingers know how to keep busy, drawing the familiar tune out of his guitar, twisting the melody into a minor key. It becomes almost haunting, a response to how good it feels to have Steve sucking him off as he plays.]
[ the music plays, and it's inspiring. he watches eddie's head as it leans back, his hips lifting. he then begins to take more of eddie's cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing, before he swallows against the shaft. he groans, quiet, but it's the vibration that shoots up eddie's cock that he knows he'll like. he spots eddie's fingers, still working the notes, long digits stroking the chords like steve's sucking him now, the same pace.
the music takes on a haunting, sweet melody, and steve has to keep himself from pulling off at smiling up at him. maybe that's an i love you that hasn't been said yet. maybe this is eddie at his most vulnerable, what his fingers are playing in contrast to what steve's doing. he wonders if it's music from the heart, if this is what he feels.
steve pulls off, tongue laving around the head before he licks back down. he takes one of eddie's balls in his mouth, his free hand massaging the other. he wants to give eddie the best time, wants him shivering and blissed-out. with another suck, steve goes back to swallowing eddie's cock. ]
[Fuck, it's so good. Not as hard and fast as Steve usually takes him, but that only means that Eddie's able to keep himself to quiet sighs instead of louder pleading. And it means he's still able to play, moving from familiar tunes into improvised melodies and riffs. His fingers lead the way, responding to how Steve spoils him with every touch, every little trick.
He nearly arches off the couch when Steve works his way down to Eddie's balls, teasing. He's so sensitive that keeping quiet is a real struggle. Thankfully Steve doesn't keep it up for long and Eddie's able to catch a breath before Steve sucks him back in again.]
Feels so good. [Barely above a whisper, because they have to be quiet. But Eddie can't get enough of Steve like this, while he plays. Two of his favorite things coming together in the very best way. He almost wants to thank Dustin.
[ steve can feel eddie's hips lift, and he slows down, not wanting to draw anymore attention than this could. he sucks the head of eddie's cock, pulling, lips wet with pre-come. it dribbles onto his chin, and steve licks at it, the sweetness washing against the back of his throat. he then licks up the shaft, the tip of his tongue rolling over eddie's slit again. he wants him to come, he wants to swallow it, to prevent any evidence of what they're doing.
eddie's fingers are working the strings, and steve begins to hear the notes twist and become altogether new. this is just eddie - his chest rising and falling, a quiet whisper exiting his lips. he looks gorgeous like this, like he's trying so hard to be good. steve groans very quietly against eddie's cock, head bobbing quicker, hand working. ]
[It's a whisper, the quietest Eddie can make himself while Steve's nearly tormenting him with pleasure. It's a challenge to keep quiet but damn the reward is worth it, how Steve seems to be driving the music right out of Eddie. All the sounds he can't vocalize he plays instead, fingers tripping over the guitar strings as Steve takes him higher and higher.
The final chord though becomes almost discordant, with how Steve sucks and strokes and teases just right. It hits Eddie like a truck, orgasm ripping through him and he has to bite his own lip, hard, to keep from crying out. He spills into Steve's mouth, the orgasm feeling like it stretches on forever, his left hand finally coming off the neck of his instrument to muffle the cries that try to escape his lips.]
[ steve's mouth is unbearably full, eddie's throbbing, thick cock down his throat. it's getting him off, too, his own stiffness pressed against his zipper, peeking out of the hole in his boxers. steve's hips shift, the throb between his legs only heightened when eddie comes for him. it's hot, sticky ropes coating his tongue, the back of his throat. eddie always tastes divine, like leather and musk. he sucks, milking him, taking in every last drop. some dribbles on his chest, right where his shirt comes together. luckily, it doesn't stain his clothes, but steve groans quietly at the feel of it on his skin.
eddie's hips jerk, and steve looks up to see him cover his mouth. he can see the red, hot, pulsing stain of it on his skin as he throws his head back. the note dissipates as steve pulls off, thumb catching the last of eddie's come before pushing it between his lips. ]
[It's the biggest struggle to keep himself quiet; if he could Eddie would scream Steve's name until his throat was sore, voice gone hoarse from the strain. He's practically crying, tears at the corners of his eyes from the strain of keeping everything contained, body shaking. It feels so goddamn good, Steve swallowing everything Eddie has to give, that wicked tongue trying to milk him for even more.
He's breathing hard when Steve finally pulls off, head still thrown back, trying to get himself under control. They'll be lucky if Dustin doesn't come in, though at least they can use the afghan to cover Eddie's lap if so. And of course there's the newly created problem, namely that one orgasm always leaves Eddie wanting more of Steve, wanting Steve to wring him out until they're both spent. They definitely can't do that with Dustin in the next room.]
[ steve's voice is low as he rests his head on eddie's thigh. he looks up him, big eyes adoring, knowing he just gave eddie the blowjob of his life. his thumb toys at eddie's other thigh, feeling them shake. his cock is near steve's face, steve leaning to give the still-wet tip a kiss.
now he's trying to see how far he can push it. he's aware that they're not alone, but as steve parts with eddie's body, he throws the afghan over his lap. he sits back in the chair next to the couch, legs spread as he picks up a magazine. he flips the pages, but his eyes are on eddie. that look, the one where steve's lust reflects in his eyes. ]
We can always go on a snack run. There's nothing wrong with that.
[Eddie's still trying to catch his breath from the effort of holding himself back. He smiles at Steve, a little drunk on it, a sigh escaping him at the touch of those lips. So sweet, so good, Steve giving him everything he needs. It really was the best blowjob of his life.
And the way Steve just casually sits back in the chair should be illegal. The way he tosses Eddie the afghan, the hungry look in his eyes as he sits with a magazine, it's all unfair. Eddie lets his head fall back against the arm of the couch, turning to look at Steve as fingers start to slowly caress the strings of his guitar again.]
Do you think we can really get away with a snack run without Dustin tagging along?
[ eddie begins to mess with the guitar again, his fingers around the strings like they've been around his cock, playing. it sends a jolt right between steve's legs, his hard-on straining his jeans. he knows eddie can see it, can sense it, so steve spreads his legs further, trying to give himself a hint of friction. his eyes then hit an article, and he pretends to read, hand slipping down to squeeze himself.
he won't do it, not here, but he wants eddie to know what he does to him. how hard he is, how his vein throbs, how his head twitches. he knows better than to tease eddie, but he can't help it. he prides himself on how out of control he makes eddie, how he claws and screams and begs for steve's thick cock. all they know how to do is make each other come lately, their bodies fitting perfectly as they rut into oblivion. ]
[Eddie might elaborate on that, but. Dustin. And he really doesn't mind having the teen here! It's just that Steve's also here and Eddie wants to crawl all over him. They're absolutely insatiable when it comes to each other.
Eddie's eyes are glued to Steve's hand, the way he palms himself. His mouth waters; that should be Eddie's hand on Steve, Eddie's mouth. Steve should be splitting Eddie open, impaling him on his cock over and over.
He strums another chord, thinking. There's no way Steve doesn't know what's on his mind, how they can fuck in the car on the snack run. How they'll have to make it quick, and that always means rough. How Eddie loves it.]
[ steve's interested. he wants to hear everything about eddie, even the deep, strange, nasty parts that they both seem to contain. the upside down does that to a person, the spread of anxiety, the feeling of being trapped in a place that one wouldn't normally survive. steve swallows, brows knitting, before he reads eddie's texts. ]
she had good taste. those are all good.
[ he's not sure what else to say, other than i'm sorry you lost her, but steve doesn't know if that would sound out of place for him. instead, he leans his head against his headboard, ankles crossed. he considers his next words carefully, eyes narrowing at the next texts. ]
music lessons would be cool. i don't know jack shit about any of that. i used to play a little guitar when i was a kid, but i never kept up with the lessons. basketball kind of took that away.
( eddie bites his lip when steve's messages start coming through. it used to be a painful subject, his mother, but he feels mostly numbness now. he focuses on the last texts which offer up a much more pleasant mental image. )
well if you played guitar once, it probably won't take much to get back into it. it's like riding a bike, kind of. do you ever wonder? you know, what would have happened if you chose guitar instead of basketball?
riding a bike? c'mon. it's a little harder than that. but i'd like it if you taught me. i picked basketball. kinda didn't have a choice with my parents.
[ and that's what they wanted. a boy in sports, one that would grow to be strong and formidable. sure, he was a jock and did jock things and became the king of his little kingdom, but it wasn't... full enough for him. never was. power, worship, that could only take him so far. the deeper connections were lost, thrown away in the wind. ]
[ and with that, he is. he grabs his keys from the foyer and slips on his sneakers, heading out of the harrington house and to his car. he starts it after sliding in, seatbelt across his chest.
it doesn't take long, not too terribly, before he pulls up at their designated meeting spot. steve texts back, sending off one to announce his arrival: ]
( eddie frowns. he always used to be jealous of steve, of that house, but now that he's getting to know steve beyond his first impressions, he's starting to realize just what kind of a price he has paid for it all. )
you weren't outright mean. tommy h. and carver, sure, but i don't know, you always seemed like you didn't approve.
( it never seemed like enough, but after what lucas went through with carver, he understands the pressures of those friendships a little better. besides, eddie knows he was guilty of pressuring his own friends into sticking to a narrow path. even if he had the best of intentions, trying to keep kids from losing their vibrant personalities to the dangers of conformity, he knows by now that he was no better than the jocks sometimes. )
it's all water under the bridge, anyway. you're not that guy anymore. but yes, i'll teach you.
[ steve's been alone for as long as he can remember. his parents started taking trips early - especially his father, who's been more absentee than not. his mother has her clubs - cards, shopping, gardening, and she's a busy woman. he's learned that it's their choice, but sometimes he feels as if he's some kind of trophy for them.
that was a hard realization.
steve leans his spine against the wood of his headboard, looking down at his phone. he's lonely, but talking this way with eddie - it helps. it always does. he feels less like a statue behind fingerprint-proof glass. he's a person, whole and complete, and he's found that. it's strange, it's scary - but eddie has his heart. he hopes he doesn't break it. ]
you don't have to be nice to me about it, munson. i know what i did. and yeah, most times, i didn't. but that didn't keep me from letting it happen.
[ it's not often he talks this seriously with someone, so he bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. no one deserved his treatment, but that's gone. he's grown into someone responsible, someone safe. he hopes that eddie can see that. ]
[ when steve turns onto eddie's street, it isn't far to his trailer. steve parks outside, then slips out quickly, pocketing his keys. he knocks on eddie's door, soft, just in case. he doesn't want to startle eddie, especially like this. his brows knit, hair falling across his brow. he's concerned, and it's etched on his features. ]
Eddie?
[ again, soft, but there are hints of worry in his voice. another knock, and steve then stands with his hands on his hips, trying his best not to bust down the door. he knows that wouldn't help, but eddie is on the other side, and there's a flash of panic. ]
[ steve never minds dutin, nor mike, nor lucas, nor will - but right now? he's desperate for eddie's touch, his mouth, his ass. everything comes to a point, steve closing the comic and placing it on the end-table near him. he leans forward, watching eddie, his eyes. he's still hard, throbbing for eddie's mere existence. when eddie suggests they go, steve grins, both brows waggling once. he then stands, reaching for eddie's hand. ]
They won't even notice we're gone if we bring back food.
[ he doesn't want to cause alarm to the kids, so steve watches eddie with his guitar, still satisfied with himself over the song, the twitching of eddie's fingers as he came. there's more where that came from, and steve's ready for it. ]
( going out this late at night had probably been a bad idea. he needed the money, though, and someone had offered quite a bit of cash, more than he usually charged, to make a house call. eddie just didn't expect his van to choose this of all times to die on him. it probably just needs a jump start, but he won't worry about that right now; his main priority is getting out of here and staying safe.
he's curled up into a ball by the time steve arrives. every little noise sounds amplified, even with the windows all rolled up. eddie knows it's just his mind playing tricks on him, but he also knows the horrors that lurk in the night thanks to the upside down. whether it's possible those creatures are still out there despite all the portals being closed is anyone's guess. besides, if the upside down is possible, then surely there could be other dangers, right?
he yelps at the knock on the door before relaxing when he realizes it's just steve. he slowly emerges from his duck and cover position before flipping the lock and opening the door. )
( he's about to type "but i had a giant crush on you so i was willing to overlook that" but maybe he shouldn't up and admit that to steve so willingly. besides. it's more like "have" a giant crush. present tense. as in, it hasn't gone away yet, if anything it's gotten worse now that steve is more than just someone who really knows how to fill out his gym shorts. )
high school was a shitty time for us all. and now that i know what you're like and what you were dealing with, let's just say i get it. you tell me when you wanna start, big boy, and i'll make sure my acoustic is ready for you.
[Eddie lets Steve pull him off the couch, stands a little too close just so he can let his hand brush across the front of Steve's pants. There's definitely a bulge in those jeans and Eddie can't wait to sit right down on Steve's cock and show his appreciation for the blowjob.
And, well, Steve has a point. The kids won't mind at all if they come back with junk food, and if they're not too long. It means they can't have a marathon round of fucking but with the way Steve can get it up fast Eddie thinks he can probably ride Steve into a few satisfying orgasms.
They'll save anything long and drawn out for later.]
Your car or mine?
[The van has more room for fucking, but Steve's car definitely goes faster. And it's daylight so no matter what car they take they're going to have to be pretty far off the road to not have too much attention drawn to how much the vehicle will be rocking on its axles. But Eddie's already thinking about the condom he keeps in his wallet, the little packet of lube; it's a habit he started not long after they first hooked up, wanting to be ready for Steve at all times.]
[ dusk has finally fallen, the twilight through the windows illuminating steve's body as he sleeps. he's naked, still stretched out on anthony's bed, wrapped up in blankets and sheets. he knows that he's teased anthony enough for one day - pictures, video - he does understand that anthony is an important man, but arousing him in the middle of his meetings, admittedly, was more than a turn-on for steve, him touching himself to the thought of anthony and how he feels inside of him.
his chest rises and falls, slow and steady. he turns his head into anthony's pillow, breathing in his scent. he misses him, waking, bleary-eyed to see anthony come into the bedroom. he sits up on his elbows, still half-asleep, and he reaches out, wiggling his fingers. ]
Hey.
[ his voice is sleep-thick, his eyes narrowed as he rubs one of them. his leg peeks out from under the sheets as he sits up properly. he's still reaching for anthony, small pout forming on his lips. ]
[ steve can't imagine that it's easy. it isn't a simple thing, a number to be quantified, a string of words with the perfect meaning. it's abuse, plain and simple. he's fully aware that billy doesn't need pity, doesn't want it, so he keeps it next to his heart. in case billy needs tenderness, in case billy needs something real and tangible to hold onto. he feels for billy — past like, past like-like, as if this is some paper-folded game in middle school. he loves him, he does, more than he ever thought he possibly could. it's billy hargrove — enemy, rival, lover, everything. steve wants to keep him safe, and he'd square up with neil at any time or place if that meant he leaves billy alone. it's a stupid idea — violence begets violence. hurt begets hurt. pain begets more and more and more pain until the body is too tired to resist.
he figures that billy doesn't need help like that, it's just steve's anger at neil brewing. a man hitting his children, a man who can't contain his rage and lets it bubble over. it's pathetic, but steve doesn't say as much. he knows that billy hates neil in a way that pales in comparison to steve's anger. he's right for it, as steve can't even imagine the hurt that billy endures. it's too much to think about. steve licks his bottom lip, watching the texts come in. billy seems to attach himself to the daydreams, and that's what steve wants. better. happy. maybe something special. with a tilt of his head, steve mulls over billy's final text: i wanna go there with you. and it feels bittersweet. this would mean leaving hawkins behind, leaving the kids, leaving his loved ones. when things are over, yes. when the upside down is no longer a threat, yes. when he doesn't have to be the leader that heads into danger? yes.
but that's the problem: when will it end? will it ever? is he stuck in hawkins for the rest of his life? steve closes his eyes, hand up to rub at his eyelids. he can feel the warm california sun, he can feel the sand and the surf, the waves at his toes that are warm in the light. he can see billy swimming back up to him, climbing from the ocean like some god with his tan and his sun-bleached hair and his smile. he's happy in those moments, when the golden rays cover them in love as they kiss. that's what home is, steve figures, much more than indiana.
it's nice to think about.
steve opens his eyes and looks down at his phone, waking it up to text back: ]
it doesn't sound stupid. i'm just offering. i'd like to see you safe. that's all.
[ again, no harping. just a gentle push of information, something billy can mull over. steve continues to type with his thumbs, pausing to make sure his wording isn't too clingy. ]
it sounds nice. i'd like to go there with you. maybe we can find some apartment on the beach and live there. we could go whenever. yeah? i want to feel my toes in warm sand. i want to kiss you on the beach.
i know. but it feels so stupid. he kicks the shit out of me and i just take it. but if i hide out here for a few days it'll just be worse when i do go back.
[ It's a vicious cycle: Billy gets in trouble, Billy gets punished. Billy runs away, Billy gets punished. And what's he supposed to say when Neil asks where he's been? ]
i feel safe when i'm with you.
[ Safe, and hopeful. The only thing that's made coming here worth it. He'll take more black eyes and more verbal beatdowns, suffer through the boredom of Indiana, as long as he has Steve.
And he won't tell him just yet, the way those next messages make him feel. The way his eyes well up with tears when Steve says maybe they could find an apartment on the beach. In so little time, Steve's gone from someone who infuriates him to someone he can't imagine leaving behind, and it makes him heartsick. What if Steve won't go? What if Steve wants a normal life - a career, a wife, a family? Could he even blame him?
But there's hope here. There's something to keep him going. Visions of Steve, bathed in sunlight. Kissing on the beach, consequences be damned, going home to somewhere that's theirs and theirs alone. No sneaking out of windows, no fear of Neil's wrath. Just him and Steve, a new life, a fresh start. ]
you'd want that? to live there with me?
i'd go whenever you wanted. i'd leave today if i could.
we could have something really good, steve. just you and me.
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That's it. Get hard for me.
[ his voice is a whisper, eyes connecting with eddie's. he leans down, taking the head into his mouth and giving a firm suck, tongue playing at the slit as he rolls it. his eyes flutter closed, eyes rolling as he breathes eddie in, head bobbing slowly. ]
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He can only hope the music doesn't draw Dustin into the room.]
God, Steve—
[They've barely started and Eddie already feels achy, feels the strain of keeping his voice to a whisper. His eyes flutter closed as Steve tongues his slit, playful. It's going to be his undoing. At least his fingers know how to keep busy, drawing the familiar tune out of his guitar, twisting the melody into a minor key. It becomes almost haunting, a response to how good it feels to have Steve sucking him off as he plays.]
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the music takes on a haunting, sweet melody, and steve has to keep himself from pulling off at smiling up at him. maybe that's an i love you that hasn't been said yet. maybe this is eddie at his most vulnerable, what his fingers are playing in contrast to what steve's doing. he wonders if it's music from the heart, if this is what he feels.
steve pulls off, tongue laving around the head before he licks back down. he takes one of eddie's balls in his mouth, his free hand massaging the other. he wants to give eddie the best time, wants him shivering and blissed-out. with another suck, steve goes back to swallowing eddie's cock. ]
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He nearly arches off the couch when Steve works his way down to Eddie's balls, teasing. He's so sensitive that keeping quiet is a real struggle. Thankfully Steve doesn't keep it up for long and Eddie's able to catch a breath before Steve sucks him back in again.]
Feels so good. [Barely above a whisper, because they have to be quiet. But Eddie can't get enough of Steve like this, while he plays. Two of his favorite things coming together in the very best way. He almost wants to thank Dustin.
Almost.]
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eddie's fingers are working the strings, and steve begins to hear the notes twist and become altogether new. this is just eddie - his chest rising and falling, a quiet whisper exiting his lips. he looks gorgeous like this, like he's trying so hard to be good. steve groans very quietly against eddie's cock, head bobbing quicker, hand working. ]
That's it.
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[It's a whisper, the quietest Eddie can make himself while Steve's nearly tormenting him with pleasure. It's a challenge to keep quiet but damn the reward is worth it, how Steve seems to be driving the music right out of Eddie. All the sounds he can't vocalize he plays instead, fingers tripping over the guitar strings as Steve takes him higher and higher.
The final chord though becomes almost discordant, with how Steve sucks and strokes and teases just right. It hits Eddie like a truck, orgasm ripping through him and he has to bite his own lip, hard, to keep from crying out. He spills into Steve's mouth, the orgasm feeling like it stretches on forever, his left hand finally coming off the neck of his instrument to muffle the cries that try to escape his lips.]
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[ steve's mouth is unbearably full, eddie's throbbing, thick cock down his throat. it's getting him off, too, his own stiffness pressed against his zipper, peeking out of the hole in his boxers. steve's hips shift, the throb between his legs only heightened when eddie comes for him. it's hot, sticky ropes coating his tongue, the back of his throat. eddie always tastes divine, like leather and musk. he sucks, milking him, taking in every last drop. some dribbles on his chest, right where his shirt comes together. luckily, it doesn't stain his clothes, but steve groans quietly at the feel of it on his skin.
eddie's hips jerk, and steve looks up to see him cover his mouth. he can see the red, hot, pulsing stain of it on his skin as he throws his head back. the note dissipates as steve pulls off, thumb catching the last of eddie's come before pushing it between his lips. ]
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He's breathing hard when Steve finally pulls off, head still thrown back, trying to get himself under control. They'll be lucky if Dustin doesn't come in, though at least they can use the afghan to cover Eddie's lap if so. And of course there's the newly created problem, namely that one orgasm always leaves Eddie wanting more of Steve, wanting Steve to wring him out until they're both spent. They definitely can't do that with Dustin in the next room.]
Fuck, Steve. Just fuck.
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[ steve's voice is low as he rests his head on eddie's thigh. he looks up him, big eyes adoring, knowing he just gave eddie the blowjob of his life. his thumb toys at eddie's other thigh, feeling them shake. his cock is near steve's face, steve leaning to give the still-wet tip a kiss.
now he's trying to see how far he can push it. he's aware that they're not alone, but as steve parts with eddie's body, he throws the afghan over his lap. he sits back in the chair next to the couch, legs spread as he picks up a magazine. he flips the pages, but his eyes are on eddie. that look, the one where steve's lust reflects in his eyes. ]
We can always go on a snack run. There's nothing wrong with that.
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[Eddie's still trying to catch his breath from the effort of holding himself back. He smiles at Steve, a little drunk on it, a sigh escaping him at the touch of those lips. So sweet, so good, Steve giving him everything he needs. It really was the best blowjob of his life.
And the way Steve just casually sits back in the chair should be illegal. The way he tosses Eddie the afghan, the hungry look in his eyes as he sits with a magazine, it's all unfair. Eddie lets his head fall back against the arm of the couch, turning to look at Steve as fingers start to slowly caress the strings of his guitar again.]
Do you think we can really get away with a snack run without Dustin tagging along?
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[ eddie begins to mess with the guitar again, his fingers around the strings like they've been around his cock, playing. it sends a jolt right between steve's legs, his hard-on straining his jeans. he knows eddie can see it, can sense it, so steve spreads his legs further, trying to give himself a hint of friction. his eyes then hit an article, and he pretends to read, hand slipping down to squeeze himself.
he won't do it, not here, but he wants eddie to know what he does to him. how hard he is, how his vein throbs, how his head twitches. he knows better than to tease eddie, but he can't help it. he prides himself on how out of control he makes eddie, how he claws and screams and begs for steve's thick cock. all they know how to do is make each other come lately, their bodies fitting perfectly as they rut into oblivion. ]
Because then he can have the TV to himself.
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[Eddie might elaborate on that, but. Dustin. And he really doesn't mind having the teen here! It's just that Steve's also here and Eddie wants to crawl all over him. They're absolutely insatiable when it comes to each other.
Eddie's eyes are glued to Steve's hand, the way he palms himself. His mouth waters; that should be Eddie's hand on Steve, Eddie's mouth. Steve should be splitting Eddie open, impaling him on his cock over and over.
He strums another chord, thinking. There's no way Steve doesn't know what's on his mind, how they can fuck in the car on the snack run. How they'll have to make it quick, and that always means rough. How Eddie loves it.]
Okay. Yeah, let's go.
@ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺.
[ steve's interested. he wants to hear everything about eddie, even the deep, strange, nasty parts that they both seem to contain. the upside down does that to a person, the spread of anxiety, the feeling of being trapped in a place that one wouldn't normally survive. steve swallows, brows knitting, before he reads eddie's texts. ]
she had good taste. those are all good.
[ he's not sure what else to say, other than i'm sorry you lost her, but steve doesn't know if that would sound out of place for him. instead, he leans his head against his headboard, ankles crossed. he considers his next words carefully, eyes narrowing at the next texts. ]
music lessons would be cool.
i don't know jack shit about any of that.
i used to play a little guitar when i was a kid, but i never kept up with the lessons.
basketball kind of took that away.
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well if you played guitar once, it probably won't take much to get back into it. it's like riding a bike, kind of.
do you ever wonder? you know, what would have happened if you chose guitar instead of basketball?
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it's a little harder than that.
but i'd like it if you taught me.
i picked basketball. kinda didn't have a choice with my parents.
[ and that's what they wanted. a boy in sports, one that would grow to be strong and formidable. sure, he was a jock and did jock things and became the king of his little kingdom, but it wasn't... full enough for him. never was. power, worship, that could only take him so far. the deeper connections were lost, thrown away in the wind. ]
i'm sorry if i was ever like.
not nice to you.
@ 𝙷𝚈𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙰.
ok, why?
what wouldn't i like about you?
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backtrack a little?
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you good?
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or doing something else?
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i could wait, you know.
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i could use the distraction, you know?
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i'll be there soon.
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[ and with that, he is. he grabs his keys from the foyer and slips on his sneakers, heading out of the harrington house and to his car. he starts it after sliding in, seatbelt across his chest.
it doesn't take long, not too terribly, before he pulls up at their designated meeting spot. steve texts back, sending off one to announce his arrival: ]
i'm here.
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you weren't outright mean. tommy h. and carver, sure, but i don't know, you always seemed like you didn't approve.
( it never seemed like enough, but after what lucas went through with carver, he understands the pressures of those friendships a little better. besides, eddie knows he was guilty of pressuring his own friends into sticking to a narrow path. even if he had the best of intentions, trying to keep kids from losing their vibrant personalities to the dangers of conformity, he knows by now that he was no better than the jocks sometimes. )
it's all water under the bridge, anyway. you're not that guy anymore.
but yes, i'll teach you.
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that was a hard realization.
steve leans his spine against the wood of his headboard, looking down at his phone. he's lonely, but talking this way with eddie - it helps. it always does. he feels less like a statue behind fingerprint-proof glass. he's a person, whole and complete, and he's found that. it's strange, it's scary - but eddie has his heart. he hopes he doesn't break it. ]
you don't have to be nice to me about it, munson.
i know what i did.
and yeah, most times, i didn't. but that didn't keep me from letting it happen.
[ it's not often he talks this seriously with someone, so he bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. no one deserved his treatment, but that's gone. he's grown into someone responsible, someone safe. he hopes that eddie can see that. ]
i'm not. you're right.
then teach me.
@ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺.
[ when steve turns onto eddie's street, it isn't far to his trailer. steve parks outside, then slips out quickly, pocketing his keys. he knocks on eddie's door, soft, just in case. he doesn't want to startle eddie, especially like this. his brows knit, hair falling across his brow. he's concerned, and it's etched on his features. ]
Eddie?
[ again, soft, but there are hints of worry in his voice. another knock, and steve then stands with his hands on his hips, trying his best not to bust down the door. he knows that wouldn't help, but eddie is on the other side, and there's a flash of panic. ]
C'mon, Munson. Open the door. It's Steve.
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[ steve never minds dutin, nor mike, nor lucas, nor will - but right now? he's desperate for eddie's touch, his mouth, his ass. everything comes to a point, steve closing the comic and placing it on the end-table near him. he leans forward, watching eddie, his eyes. he's still hard, throbbing for eddie's mere existence. when eddie suggests they go, steve grins, both brows waggling once. he then stands, reaching for eddie's hand. ]
They won't even notice we're gone if we bring back food.
[ he doesn't want to cause alarm to the kids, so steve watches eddie with his guitar, still satisfied with himself over the song, the twitching of eddie's fingers as he came. there's more where that came from, and steve's ready for it. ]
After you.
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he's curled up into a ball by the time steve arrives. every little noise sounds amplified, even with the windows all rolled up. eddie knows it's just his mind playing tricks on him, but he also knows the horrors that lurk in the night thanks to the upside down. whether it's possible those creatures are still out there despite all the portals being closed is anyone's guess. besides, if the upside down is possible, then surely there could be other dangers, right?
he yelps at the knock on the door before relaxing when he realizes it's just steve. he slowly emerges from his duck and cover position before flipping the lock and opening the door. )
Shit, Steve, I'm so fucking glad to see you.
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( he's about to type "but i had a giant crush on you so i was willing to overlook that" but maybe he shouldn't up and admit that to steve so willingly. besides. it's more like "have" a giant crush. present tense. as in, it hasn't gone away yet, if anything it's gotten worse now that steve is more than just someone who really knows how to fill out his gym shorts. )
high school was a shitty time for us all. and now that i know what you're like and what you were dealing with, let's just say i get it.
you tell me when you wanna start, big boy, and i'll make sure my acoustic is ready for you.
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And, well, Steve has a point. The kids won't mind at all if they come back with junk food, and if they're not too long. It means they can't have a marathon round of fucking but with the way Steve can get it up fast Eddie thinks he can probably ride Steve into a few satisfying orgasms.
They'll save anything long and drawn out for later.]
Your car or mine?
[The van has more room for fucking, but Steve's car definitely goes faster. And it's daylight so no matter what car they take they're going to have to be pretty far off the road to not have too much attention drawn to how much the vehicle will be rocking on its axles. But Eddie's already thinking about the condom he keeps in his wallet, the little packet of lube; it's a habit he started not long after they first hooked up, wanting to be ready for Steve at all times.]
@ 𝙽𝙰𝚈𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶.
his chest rises and falls, slow and steady. he turns his head into anthony's pillow, breathing in his scent. he misses him, waking, bleary-eyed to see anthony come into the bedroom. he sits up on his elbows, still half-asleep, and he reaches out, wiggling his fingers. ]
Hey.
[ his voice is sleep-thick, his eyes narrowed as he rubs one of them. his leg peeks out from under the sheets as he sits up properly. he's still reaching for anthony, small pout forming on his lips. ]
Did you miss me?
@ 𝙺𝙴𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶.
[ steve can't imagine that it's easy. it isn't a simple thing, a number to be quantified, a string of words with the perfect meaning. it's abuse, plain and simple. he's fully aware that billy doesn't need pity, doesn't want it, so he keeps it next to his heart. in case billy needs tenderness, in case billy needs something real and tangible to hold onto. he feels for billy — past like, past like-like, as if this is some paper-folded game in middle school. he loves him, he does, more than he ever thought he possibly could. it's billy hargrove — enemy, rival, lover, everything. steve wants to keep him safe, and he'd square up with neil at any time or place if that meant he leaves billy alone. it's a stupid idea — violence begets violence. hurt begets hurt. pain begets more and more and more pain until the body is too tired to resist.
he figures that billy doesn't need help like that, it's just steve's anger at neil brewing. a man hitting his children, a man who can't contain his rage and lets it bubble over. it's pathetic, but steve doesn't say as much. he knows that billy hates neil in a way that pales in comparison to steve's anger. he's right for it, as steve can't even imagine the hurt that billy endures. it's too much to think about. steve licks his bottom lip, watching the texts come in. billy seems to attach himself to the daydreams, and that's what steve wants. better. happy. maybe something special. with a tilt of his head, steve mulls over billy's final text: i wanna go there with you. and it feels bittersweet. this would mean leaving hawkins behind, leaving the kids, leaving his loved ones. when things are over, yes. when the upside down is no longer a threat, yes. when he doesn't have to be the leader that heads into danger? yes.
but that's the problem: when will it end? will it ever? is he stuck in hawkins for the rest of his life? steve closes his eyes, hand up to rub at his eyelids. he can feel the warm california sun, he can feel the sand and the surf, the waves at his toes that are warm in the light. he can see billy swimming back up to him, climbing from the ocean like some god with his tan and his sun-bleached hair and his smile. he's happy in those moments, when the golden rays cover them in love as they kiss. that's what home is, steve figures, much more than indiana.
it's nice to think about.
steve opens his eyes and looks down at his phone, waking it up to text back: ]
it doesn't sound stupid. i'm just offering.
i'd like to see you safe. that's all.
[ again, no harping. just a gentle push of information, something billy can mull over. steve continues to type with his thumbs, pausing to make sure his wording isn't too clingy. ]
it sounds nice. i'd like to go there with you.
maybe we can find some apartment on the beach and live there. we could go whenever.
yeah? i want to feel my toes in warm sand. i want to kiss you on the beach.
[ i want to keep you safe, forever. ]
REAL MUSHY BILLY HOURS
[ It's a vicious cycle: Billy gets in trouble, Billy gets punished. Billy runs away, Billy gets punished. And what's he supposed to say when Neil asks where he's been? ]
i feel safe when i'm with you.
[ Safe, and hopeful. The only thing that's made coming here worth it. He'll take more black eyes and more verbal beatdowns, suffer through the boredom of Indiana, as long as he has Steve.
And he won't tell him just yet, the way those next messages make him feel. The way his eyes well up with tears when Steve says maybe they could find an apartment on the beach. In so little time, Steve's gone from someone who infuriates him to someone he can't imagine leaving behind, and it makes him heartsick. What if Steve won't go? What if Steve wants a normal life - a career, a wife, a family? Could he even blame him?
But there's hope here. There's something to keep him going. Visions of Steve, bathed in sunlight. Kissing on the beach, consequences be damned, going home to somewhere that's theirs and theirs alone. No sneaking out of windows, no fear of Neil's wrath. Just him and Steve, a new life, a fresh start. ]
you'd want that? to live there with me?
i'd go whenever you wanted. i'd leave today if i could.
we could have something really good, steve. just you and me.