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The Blind Date

Steddie | explicit | wc 2,976

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Steve didn't know what he was doing here.

Okay.

He does know what he's doing here. At the gay bar. Nursing a water down rum and coke.

He's supposed to be on a blind date.

Robin took pity on him. He's been on a streak of bad first dates and even worse short relationships. Nothing has worked out in his favor. Either the other person was a complete jerk, no personality, or Steve thought it was going well … only to end in heartbreak.

She swore she found the perfect guy for him. All he had to do was show up to the bar and everything would fall into place.

Except it hasn't.

Steve glanced at his watch. 6:15pm. He sighed, figured he would give it another 15 minutes before he gave up hope.

"Hey!"

Steve leaned back from the bar, a smile growing across his face as Eddie approached him.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, slipping onto the bar stool next to Steve.

Steve held up his half drank rum and coke. "Think I'm being stood up."

"Shit," Eddie exhaled. "Really?"

Steve just shrugged, gesturing to the empty spot next to him. "Looks like it. What about you? I thought you had a hot date tonight?"

Eddie shrugged, turning around on the seat to look out at the bar patrons. "Yeah. Hasn't worked out yet."

Steve snorted. "What? He's not your type or something?"

"No, I —" Eddie glanced towards Steve before looking back out. "I haven't found him yet."

Steve furrowed his brow. "What do you mean you haven't found him yet?"

Eddie shot Steve a pitiful look. "Don't laugh."

"Swear," Steve said, making a cross over his heart.

"Robin sent me here on a blind date," Eddie frowned. "She thinks she's some matchmaker, or something. Said she was setting me up with some guy she knows from college. All I know is he's got perfect hair, and coming straight from class."

"So you're in the middle of a gay bar, looking for a guy with perfect hair," Steve said slowly. Eddie nodded. A quick scan of the bar patrons was quick to eliminate three bald men. And that's it. "Nothing else?"

"Grey henley and chest hair," Eddie sighed, leaning back on the bar. "She wouldn't give a name or anything. Just that he's expecting me."

Steve laughed. Eddie frowned.

"You promised not to laugh," Eddie pouted.

"No, it's just — that's better than what she told me," Steve said. "I was just told to show up. That he'd find me and —" he gestured widely. "Clearly that worked out!"

Eddie laughed. "Robin set you up on a blind date, too?"

"Yeah," Steve said, taking a sip of his drink. "Last time I listen to her."

"Me too," Eddie said. "I knew this guy sounded too good to be true. He sounded like —" Eddie trailed off. Steve glanced in his direction. Eddie quickly turned in his seat, facing the bartender. "Can I get a PBR? And —" he points to Steve. "He'll take another on me."

"Eds —"

"Nah, it's a shitty night," He said, turning to face Steve. Eddie smirked, winking at Steve. "Let me make it better."

Steve felt himself blush. He smiled back. He picked up his drink and chugged the remaining alcohol.

Steve won't admit it, but he was happy that Eddie can't find his date. Maybe even a little glad he was stood up himself now that Eddie was here. He loved hanging out with Eddie, maybe a little too much for friends. But Steve promised to never cross that line.

Plus, he wasn't Eddie's type.

The bartender put their drinks in front of Eddie. Eddie slid the rum and coke to Steve.

"So how was class?" Eddie asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"It's alright," Steve shrugged. "I had Stats today, and that always causes a headache, but Child Development and Psychology were interesting."

Eddie's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Good, I'm glad you're liking it. You're in the classroom next semester, right? Student teaching?"

Steve nodded, "I'll find out in August what school I'm teaching at." It made Steve's heart skip a beat, the way Eddie paid attention to small details in his life. His last boyfriend could barely remember that Steve was attending Truman College last year, and not Loop. And the past few girls he went on dates with barely recalled his major. He knew it was the bare minimum to remember that he's student teaching next semester, but Eddie always made Steve feel … special. Heard. Understood. "There's an elementary school south of I-55, off of State that I'm hoping to get."

"Oh!" Eddie said, bumping his shoulder against Steve's. "That's on my bus route to the shop! We can take the bus together!"

"You're going to get on the bus at 7 am with me?" Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Eddie smiled sheepishly. "No, but I'll ride home with you. Or bring you lunch on my way to work."

"I've seen how you eat," Steve laughed. "Share an apartment, remember?"

Eddie laughed. "Yeah, but I'd bring you an apple or whatever teachers eat."

“Whatever teachers eat?" Steve repeated, laughing and shaking his head. Eddie grinned. "Whatever. How's the shop treating you?"

"Good, had to kick Jackson out again, but he'll be back," Eddie grinned. As soon as they moved to Chicago, Eddie was able to find a job at a record store in Motor Row. Jackson was the record store's alley cat who swore he belonged indoors. "I keep telling him he's trespassing, but he never listens."

"One of these days you're going to bring him home," Steve rolled his eyes.

"I swear I won't," Eddie said, raising his right hand in a scout's salute. Which meant Steve should pick up cat food in their next grocery run. Eddie lowered his hand, taking a drink from his beer. He glancing over at Steve.

If Steve was fooling himself, he'd think Eddie would be racking his eyes down Steve's body.

"I can't believe this dumbass stood you up," Eddie said, taking a quick glance around the bar. "And you don't know nothing about him?"

"Nope," Steve said. "Robin just told me to show up. Besides, we're still looking for your guy."

Eddie shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. "I'm fine."

Steve wrinkled his nose. "What do you mean, you're fine? You haven't seen this guy yet! What if he's the hottest guy you know?"

Eddie snorted. "Yeah, right."

"Seriously," Steve said. "This guy could be the one. Don't you want to at least try to find him?"

"Yeah, but —" Eddie shrugged. "I'm hanging out with you. And I haven't done that in a while."

"We're roommate, remember?" Steve snorted.

"Yeah, but just you and me," Eddie said. "Usually it's the three of us and — I don't know. I guess I miss when it was us smoking in my room at the trailer."

Yeah.

Steve missed those nights, too.

Late nights laughing. A shared bed with Eddie. So high that it seemed that neither of them cared how closed they were, how their bodies intertwined, how close their lips were.

Moments where Steve could just let go and pretend that they were in love.

"Yeah," Steve breathed. "Me too."

The music changed, switching to a familiar Depeche Mode song.

"Oh shit," Eddie downed his beer, setting the empty bottle back on the bar. "C'mon! This is your favorite! Finish your drink and let's dance!"

Steve's brain told him no.

Steve's heart said finish your drink.

Steve's brain said this is a bad idea.

Steve's heart said why the fuck not?

So Steve tilted his head back and chugged his rum and coke, almost slamming the glass on the bar.

"That's my boy, let's go!" Eddie grinned, his hand flat on Steve's chest as he gently pushed him off the bar stool and towards the dance floor. Steve could hardly hear the music over the pounding of his heart as Eddie wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close, pressing their bodies together. Steve instantly wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck. Steve felt their legs brush, their chest bumping against each other, Eddie dipping his lips to Steve's ear as he sang the lyrics to the song.

A song by a band he swear he hates.

"Words like violence, break the silence, come crashing in, into my little world," he sang, his thigh dangerously close to pushing its way in between Steve's. "Painful to me, pierce right through me. Can't you understand, oh my little boy."

Steve leaned back from Eddie, his eyes mapping every part of Eddie's for some sign to not do something stupid. But the alcohol burned loudly in his stomach, saying do it, do it, DO IT!

Steve crashed their lips together.

Eddie squeezed his hips hard, bringing Steve impossibly closer as he kissed back. Steve felt Eddie's hand caress his jaw, holding him gently and close as they deepened the kiss. Eddie's leg pushed through, slotting between Steve's thighs.

Steve let out a soft gasp into Eddie's mouth as his thigh pressed against his hardening cock.

Shit.

"Eddie," Steve said, breaking from the kiss. Eddie kissed Steve's neck, his hands playing at the bottom of Steve's shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked in his jeans. "Eds — what about your date?"

"Fuck him," Eddie said. "Come home with me?"

Steve laughed, pressing his forehead against Eddie's. God. All he ever wanted was Eddie to say that — to mean that — and yet — "We share the same apartment."

"I know," Eddie said, his thumbs dipping under his shirt, rubbing gentle circles against Steve's hips. "But not the same bed."

"Oh," Steve said, feeling his cheeks blush up. "Yeah. Yes. Please."

Eddie laughed, leaning back and stealing a small kiss from Steve. "C'mon, let's go."

The commute home felt longer than ever, Steve and Eddie sitting close to each other on the subway, allowing the hard starts and stops to let them bump into each other, their fingers brushing ever so slightly.

As soon as they were in the safe haven of their home, they were back on each other like they never left the bar. Eddie guided Steve back to his room, slipping his hands underneath Steve's grey henley, throwing it in the direction of his hamper. The back of Eddie's knees hit the bed. Steve shoved Eddie on the bed, a shit eating grin spread across Eddie's face.

Eddie scrambled up to the back of the bed, tossing off his shirt and unbuckling his belt and shoving off his jeans. Steve climbed on top of Eddie, straddling his thighs. Eddie's hands quickly went to Steve's chest, running his hands over his pecs — through his chest hair and gently playing with the soft muscle.

"I've had dreams about this," Eddie murmured.

"About my chest hair?" Steve laughed.

Eddie's eyes went sharply to Steve's. "You."

"Oh," Steve said softly.

"And your jungle," Eddie said with a smile. "Mostly you."

Steve leaned down, stealing a gentle kiss from Eddie. Something soft. Something intimate. Something beyond just friends.

God.

Steve hoped this meant they were more than friends.

More than a hook-up.

"I can hear you think," Eddie whispered against his lips. "I want this. I want you. I've wanted you for a while. I just — never thought I could."

"Could what?" Steve asked.

"Could have you," Eddie said honestly. "Anyway you'd let me. I'd have you."

"I want you," Steve said, catching his lips against Eddie's. "I want you, Eddie."

"I got you," Eddie said, unbuttoning Steve's jeans and pushing them off his thighs. He ran his hands over the swell of Steve's ass, squeezing gently. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me," Steve begged, grinding down on Eddie. "Please."

"I got you," Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss against Steve's jaw. He wrapped an arm around Steve's waist as he leaned over to the side table, pulling out lube and a condom. He leaned back, pushing Steve's underwear down his thighs, freeing his cock. "Fuck. You're beautiful."

"You say that to every guy you fuck?" Steve laughed, turning his face away from Eddie.

Eddie gently grabbed jaw, guiding him to look at Eddie face on. "You're beautiful, Steve," Eddie said, his voice low and with intent. "You're always beautiful. Every part of you."

Steve blinked. He wants to turn away from Eddie, but he doesn't want to leave Eddie's hold. "You're just saying that."

"I mean it," Eddie said. "I didn't care to find my date because the hottest guy at the bar was you, Steve. I'd spend all my nights just spending time with you if I could. If you'd let me."

"I want that," Steve said softly.

Eddie leaned forward, catching Steve's lips in a kiss. His hands running down his bare body, stopping at his hips. He squeezed gently. "I want that, too."

"Fuck me, Eddie," Steve said, rolling his hips against Eddie's. Eddie let out a moan.

"Shit, shit, okay," Eddie bucked his hips up, forcing his own underwear off his hips and down his legs, kicking them off to who knows where. He ran his hands over Steve's ass, squeezing the soft flesh before reaching for the lube.

He coated his fingers, gently rubbing one against his hole, coaxing himself in. Steve moaned, trying to push Eddie further in. Eddie's other hand went to his hip, squeezing gently.

"Impatient," Eddie laughed, fucking the single finger in and out of Steve's asshole. He added a second finger, admiring the tightness of the muscle. "God, baby. You feel so good. Can't wait for my cock to be inside you. So perfect for me."

"I can't wait either —" a moan pulled out of Steve's throat, his eyes rolling back as Eddie brushed against his prostate. "Holy fucking shit."

"Stevie," Eddie teased. "Don't tell me that ex-boyfriend of yours never gave you a prostate orgasm."

Steve let out a shaky exhale. "I — he never fucked me."

"Never?" Eddie asked. He curled his fingers again, getting a physical response from Steve. His body jerked, his cock twitched, a gorgeous moan fell from his lips. "This hole's all mine?"

"All yours," Steve moaned, trying to fuck himself further on Eddie's fingers. "All yours!"

"Damn fucking right," Eddie murmured, sitting up to catch Steve's lips in a hot kiss. He pulled out his fingers. He picked up the condom, ripping the package open with his teeth and rolled it down his cock. He reapplied lube and slowly pushed in. Steve would've been embarrassed by the whimper that left his lips if it wasn't for the pleasure running through his veins.

Steve tried to push himself further down on Eddie's cock, held still by Eddie's grip on his hips.

"Eddie," Steve moaned.

"I got you," Eddie said, slowly fucking up into Steve. Steve moaned, throwing his head back, sinking further and further on Eddie's cock. Eddie picked up his speed, bringing one of his hands to Steve's chest, squeezing his pec. "You're so perfect, sweetheart. Perfect for me. Never letting you go."

"Yours," Steve moaned, feeling himself melt into ecstasy. "Eddie. Eddie — oh god —"

Steve spilled over, his cum landing on his chest, in his hair. Steve's never orgasmed that hard before. Eddie followed shortly after, his moan loud, as he pressed himself into Steve's chest — into Steve's mess. Eddie held him tight, his breath hot against Steve's ear as he came down from his orgasm.

And all Steve could think about his that damn condom being in the way of fully enjoying Eddie's spent.

Next time, he told himself. Because there's going to be a next time. And a time after that. And more after that.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathed, gently pulling Steve back into the bed. "Is it bad that I'm glad you got stood up?"

Steve laughed.

"No," he grinned. "Because I'm glad too."

"So, how'd the blind date go?" Robin teased over her morning coffee. She leaned against the counter, clearly smirking over her mug.

Steve shrugged, hip checking Robin out of the way of the coffee machine as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He set his mug aside as he poured another cup, filling it halfway before opening the fridge to pull out the carton of milk. For someone who swore he was a metalhead and enjoyer of all things black and dark, Eddie drank his coffee awfully pale. "Never showed up."

Robin furrowed her brow. "What do you mean he didn't show up?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Rob," Steve said as he watched the milk mix with the coffee, waiting for it to turn to the perfect shade of tan. "This perfect guy of yours stood me up."

Eddie's dramatic yawn announced his arrival to the kitchen. He pressed himself against Steve's back, squeezing his hip. "Is this for me, sweetheart?"

"Of course," Steve said, handing Eddie his cup of coffee flavored milk.

"Eddie!" Robin nearly shouted. "How was your date last night?"

"Oh? Never found him," Eddie said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Never found him —" Robin's eyes darted between the two men, clearly making the connection from their messy hair styles, mouth-shaped bruises, and the soft kisses to Steve's temple. "Oh my god, you guys are idiots!"

"Uh — we're your idiots," Eddie corrected. Steve snorted. Robin groaned.

"Whatever," Robin said, throwing her free hand into the air. "Mazel tov, or whatever. Don't fuck in the living room.”

"Yeah," Steve said, a furrow in his brow. "No shit. Of course."

Three days later, when Steve and Eddie were lazily grinding their bare cocks against each other on the couch, it hit Steve.

"Oh my god," Steve said. "You were my blind date."

Eddie let out a laugh so sweet, Steve couldn't help but laugh along.

Robin said his blind date would find him.

And Eddie did.

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