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Baby making procedures

Steddie | Explicit | 5.2k | ao3 | Steve wants to have a baby and Robin and Eddie would do anything for him

Eddie looks with a half amused smile on his lips as Steve throws himself on the couch with a groan, his face buried into the cushions. Robin, her legs now under Steve’s own, rests her beer on Steve’s thigh.

“Date went well?” Robin asks, even though Eddie and her already know the answer. They exchange an amused look when Eddie reaches over from his seat to open a beer for Steve.

Steve lets out another groan and starts squirming to sit up, making Robin have to move her beer and hand up to avoid getting kneed and spilling everything. When he is finally up, his legs under him as he sits next to robin on the couch, he sends an annoyed look to both Robin and Eddie before he reaches forward to get the beer from Eddie’s offering hand.

“We broke up.” Steve says with a scowl. Steve sounds frustrated, and a part of Eddie feels for him. Just a small part, though, because the rest of him can’t stop the smile on his face and the relieved feeling every time Steve comes home after every failed date. You can’t blame a guy for being happy because the guy he has had a crush on (and been in love with, if he doesn’t lie) on and off for ten years is completely single again. Specially not now when his crush is back at its height.

“Is it-“ Steve starts, but he stops to take a drink, “Is it so difficult to find someone good for me?” Eddie has a candidate in mind, but he won’t share it. He hasn’t before and he won’t now.

Robin pats Steve’s knee with a sympathetic smile. She turns it towards Eddie for a second, but he ignores it in favour of taking some chips from the coffee table to shove in his mouth. He’s pretty sure Robin has clocked at some point in these 10 years, but she has never mentioned beyond a few knowing looks and Eddie won’t either.

“I’m sure you will find the one, some people just take a bit longer before getting with who they are meant to. Sometimes the best option is closer than you think.”

“Robin,” Steve says, his voice flat. Eddie doesn’t look at him, he focuses on the chips.

“What happened this time?” Robin asks.

“She didn’t want to have children, like- at all.” Steve’s voice is back to a complaining whine.

Aaaaaaand that’s why Eddie won’t share his candidacy. He can’t give Steve what he wants for the future. Sure, it makes it hurt more when Steve dates other men because if Eddie let Steve go because of it, then no other man can take his place. Eddie knows that there is no other man that would care about Steve as much as he does, but he refuses to be the reason Steve has to let go of his dream life.

“You brought up having children in your third date?” Robin asks. Eddie agrees with the sentiment, Steve can be too forward.

“I’m already 31 Robin! I thought by now I would already be married, have at least two children! I have to be quick with this, can’t waste time in people without the same goals as me. But no, I’m stuck having first dates with people that are just not right and I just want a child.”

No wonder Steve can’t keep a partner, if this is his what he is pitching on the third date. Actually, no. Eddie can’t wrap his head around the fact that some people willingly give up Steve Harrington and won’t do anything to stay with him. This girl is demented, if you ask Eddie, saying no to having children with Steve when you could give them to him? Eddie wishes he knew her name to curse her properly, but she appeared a couple weeks ago just as fast as she has disappeared now.

Eddie knows he will say something stupid if he opens his mouth, so he tries to stay away from the conversation by stuffing his face with chips.

“Maybe I should just marry the first girl that says yes to my plan, even if she is and idiot.” Steve muses.

“Dingus, you can’t marry someone just because you want a baby. Maybe wait a few more dates before you bring it up?”

Eddie nods in agreement.

“But everyone leaves when I bring up children or moving in with you guys!” Eddie pauses. Wait, what. “It’s just easier to weed them out early so I don’t waste time.”

“I told you that you didn’t pitch the idea of moving in correctly.”

“As if you had much more luck.”

“My situation was not the same, she just didn’t want to live with two men.”

Jesus Christ, is Eddie the only one that has thought about moving out? Don’t get him wrong, he loves living with his best friends, that’s why he has been doing it for ten years, -from even before they were best friends, and this was just a convenient arrangement in a smaller apartment close to Robin’s university- but he always thought it was temporary, just them sharing their lives before Steve inevitably found his perfect girl and moved with her to live his perfect life with children. Robin doing something similar, of course. But now it seems that Steve and Robin had been trying to get their partners to move in with them.

It makes Eddie feel worse about his attempt at moving out a month ago.

He had been dating a guy from the gym Steve had forced him to sign up to. They had met one of the days Steve’s and his schedules had not lined up and he had gone alone. The guy had approached him and asked him where his partner was and at first Eddie had thought that he was interested in Steve but no, a clarification of who the guy was interested in and that Steve and he were not dating and the guy was asking for his number after joking that he was stealing him from Steve.

Eddie had given him his number, they started dating, but he was having a bit of a hard time trying to deal with his feelings for his boyfriend and his residual feelings for Steve, always there at the back of his mind, in the deepest parts of his heart. So, he had decided that the best course of action was to get some distance from Steve’s intoxicating and sometimes overwhelming presence and, because he was a coward, he had decided that the way to do that was to silently move out.

He knew that he couldn’t just tell Steve and Robin that he was moving out, they would protest, get sad, and Eddie couldn’t see them getting sad, he would have caved in immediately, so he just packed a bag while they were out, went to his boyfriend’s place and stayed there. It was going well – except from the fact that Eddie was missing Steve like crazy – for about a week. Until someone had started pounding on the door at night, and when Eddie had opened the door, Steve was there, demanding to know why Eddie had not been home or called them in a week. Saying that if Eddie’s boyfriend had told him to cut contact with his friends that was a massive danger sign and he should break up with him immediately and really, Eddie, Steve had told him not to date any guys from the gym for this very reason, they are all toxic.

Eddies boyfriend had not liked that display, they had fought, they had broken up, and Eddie had come back to the apartment with no sadness about his breakup and a rekindled crush on his best friend, who had decided to unknowingly make the biggest romantic gesture anyone had ever done for Eddie -apart from Steve himself saving his life from the upside down all those years before-. Or maybe that was Eddie’s feelings about Steve coming to get him, wet from the rain with his hair and eyes wild, talking.

“Well, do you have a different way to do it?” Steve is saying, unaware of Eddie’s thoughts.

“It’s almost the 21st century! There are a lot of single parents out there, you would be a fantastical single father, you don’t need some random girl.”

“Yeah, well. Women, maybe. I can’t really have a baby on my own, just in case you couldn’t remember.”

They sit in silence for a few seconds, Steve with a pout on his face, Robin with a meditative look and Eddie trying really hard not to bring attention to himself.

“Okay, so-“ Robin starts, and Steve looks up at her. “You know how we have this queer platonic co-living situation going on and it’s really good, it works, we are very happy living like this?” she asks. Steve nods. “And we are not getting any younger and you think we are running out of time to form a ‘real family’ of our own, whatever that means.” Steve nods, his pout now fully back. “But that’s like, bullshit, we have a family here, we are only missing that you want children and I think I want children and, if you think about it, we have all the parts necessary for it?”

Eddie’s hand pauses halfway to his mouth, a chip held between his fingers. Robin can’t be saying what he thinks she is saying.

“What are you saying?” Steve asks.

“I’m just saying that we could have a little communal baby,” Robin drops it like it’s nothing.

Jesus H Christ. Eddie was not prepared for this. He was prepared to spend the night hanging out with Robin while they waited for Steve to come back from his date, maybe drink too much and feel sorry for himself if Steve ended up not coming back to their apartment, lament about his years long pathetic crush that he should be over already but refuses to leave. He was ready to console Steve if his date had not gone well but now… now they are talking about having a baby?

“Are you serious?” Steve asks, his eyes focused on Robin.

Robin nods, “yeah.” Steve lets out an incredulous, happy laugh and moves to face Robin better. Eddie can’t move, he can only look from one to the other, unbelieving.

“That would be- that would be perfect! Just the baby and… us…” He trails off, still looking at Robin. She returns his look and they keep their eyes locked into each other’s for a few seconds of silence that feel like an eternity to Eddie, his eyes flying between the two. And then, in a second, they both turn towards Eddie at the same time in the freakiest way possible.

“What,” Eddie deadpans.

“You are part of this queer platonic co-living situation,” Robin explains, as if Eddie was not very aware of it.

“So?”

“So, do you want to have a baby with us?”

Robin is the one who says it, but Eddie has his eyes fixed on Steve. His eyes wide, with that sad downturn of his. Eddie never stood a chance against those eyes.

“Sure.”

“You don’t have to if you-“ Steve starts.

“No, no. I’ve always dreamed about having a communal baby with my queer platonic best friends and roommates, what are you talking about?”

Robin snorts, but Eddie does not pay attention to her, too focused on Steve’s face full of joy in answer.

The rest of the night is filled with beers, excited conversations about toys and baby names between Steve and Robin and Eddie still not understanding what the fuck just happened.

****

Eddie doesn’t believe he can be blamed for thinking that the baby conversation was just a way of cheering Steve up after a bad date, a crazy idea that they would never speak of again more than in a joking manner. So, it’s not his fault he chokes on his coffee and spills it everywhere when Robin announces, “I’m ovulating in three days,” while Eddie was trying to enjoy a calm breakfast at their round table.

Steve perks up between them, paying no mind to him fighting for his life between coughs right next to him.

“Are we really doing this?”

“I’m in if you are in.” Robin says with a smile.

They break out in excited chatter that Eddie doesn’t pay attention to, too busy wiping the coffee from the table in front of him. They really are here, sitting at their square table, discussing having a baby. Again.

When he finishes cleaning as best as he can, he finally speaks, interrupting whatever the platonic soulmates were saying.

“So, how are you doing this? Steve jizzes in a mug and Robin turkey blasters herself?”

“Gross, Eddie, I’m not a turkey,” Robin says with a disgusted look in front of him.

“Yeah Eddie, she’s not a turkey,” Steve backs her up with a mirror disgusted look.

“Well sorry for assuming,” Eddie puts his hands up. “Didn’t think you two were going to go the traditional way and just fuck.”

His words are met with more disgusted protests and sounds.

“We are doing this the right way,” Robin finally says when they are finished protesting. “Steve comes in a mug and I use a syringe. I read that the results are better like that.”

“Oh!” Steve says, excited. “You have to make yourself come too, I read that women are more likely to conceive if they have orgasmed.” Eddie is pretty sure he is directly quoting someone else’s words. Also, they have read about this. They did not dismiss it like Eddie did. They were serious about it, they have been preparing for it.

He should have expected they wouldn’t let it go. He has known them for ten years, he should have known.

“Where did you read that, dingus? In a book written a century ago?”

“It’s worth a shot! A little orgasming never hurt anyone.” He says it with a teasing smile. Robin hits him about it.

“Don’t say it like that!”

“Also, you said it wrong,” Steve says when Robin has calmed down a little. Robin looks at him with a confused frown. “You said I come in a mug.” Steve’s eyes dart to Eddie for a second when he says it, and Eddie watches as realisation downs on Robin’s face.

“How else would you do it?” Eddie asks, his confusion getting the best of him. A part of his brain tells him he is not prepared for the answer to that.

“We said the baby was going to be the three of ours,” Robin says it like a question after a few seconds of intense eye contact with Steve. She says it like she is easing Eddie into accepting a new ridiculous idea they have had. “So you need to participate.”

Eddie needs the second of silence that follows those words to process them.

“And how the fuck would I participate? Do you want me holding the syringe? Or jerking our Steve here off?” Eddie’s brain must be off, that’s the only explanation, he wouldn’t otherwise been able to utter those words. Steve takes a deep breath between Robin and him, but Eddie very resolutely does not turn to him.

Eddie is not sure if he should be thankful or not about only having three days to prepare himself for this. He feels like he should have had more time to get his mind used to the idea that he was going to jerk off in the same room as Steve. At the same time as him. Fuck Vecna, this is the scariest thing Eddie has ever had to face.

Robin extends a hand forward on top of the table so it rests just in front of Eddie. “Think of it as a Russian Roulette baby.”

****

He also knows that if he had more time, he may have made a run for it. Say some excuse about Wayne having an emergency so he had to go back to Hawkins for some time and just never coming back, or at least not until the baby was done or this idea was forgotten. (It wouldn’t have worked, he knows Steve would have insisted on coming with him, the fucker.) He is still thinking about it now as he stands in the middle of his room, eyeing the window and wondering if he can climb out of his fifth-floor window without killing himself, waiting for Steve to come with a mug they can use to come in. It’s surreal, Eddie still can’t wrap his head around it.

The door opens, and Eddie turns to look at Steve coming in and closing the door behind himself.

“Robin is in her room,” he says. Eddie nods. That was the plan. Robin in her room and them in his, because Steve’s shares a wall with hers and it was already too weird knowing that all of them were jerking off at the same time without hearing it.

Eddie’s eyes are fixed on Steve’s hands, or, more accurately, on what they are holding.

“That’s the mug we are using?”

“Oh, uh- yeah. I figured it was the best choice, Robin never uses it,” Steve says. Of course she doesn’t, because it’s a ridiculous thing Eddie had bought for Steve years ago that Robin still complains about having to see in their kitchen. Does she know that’s the mug Steve has chosen? Did she approve this? Or was this entirely Steve’s choice as Robin will only see the syringe?

“You use it,” Eddie answers, his voice barely more than a whisper. And- great, now he is going to remember this every time he sees Steve eating cereal out of it. It is a bit fucked up that he finds it hot. He is a bit fucked up.

“Yeah but I’ve boiled it, it’s totally clean, safe to use.” Eddie was not worried about that part of it, more so of the after but sure, let Steve think he is actually thinking about the safety of their little experiment.

“You could have gotten one of those plastic cups they give you for piss tests.”

“Well, it’s a bit late now for that.” Steve sounds annoyed but Eddie recognizes it as him being upset, maybe a bit self-conscious. He didn’t want to upset him, he is just nervous himself. Steve moves Eddie’s chair so it’s halfway between them and puts the mug down on it. “Look, man if-“

“How do we do this?” Eddie interrupts him, finally looking up from the mug and into Steve’s face. “Should we get naked? Would that be weird?”

Eddie sees – and feels – Steve’s eyes look him over. From his dishevelled hair to his Motörhead shirt, his sweatpants and his bare feet. Eddie looks away from Steve’s mouth where he has started biting his lip and to his body. He is wearing one of Eddie’s shirts, a habit he got very early into their living together when he claimed that they were just comfier to wear at home than his, softer, and that none of Eddie’s boyfriends had ever liked. Eddie should be used to the sight, but he can’t help the way it still gets him hot, specially paired with the shorts Steve is currently wearing.

Fuck. How is Steve even hotter at 31 than he was at 20? How is that fair?

Eddie can’t stop his deep breath or his dick from chubbing up when Steve cups himself under his gaze.

“We should start…” Steve starts saying, but trails off, as if he needs an excuse, as if Eddie didn’t know what’s coming.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, his hand moving to the front of his pants too, finding himself already hardening. In his defence, it’s been a long three days. Steve and Robin had read something about the chances of conceiving being higher if the guy hadn’t cum in three or four days, so Eddie and Steve had been put into a mandated three days of abstinence. It should have been fine, Eddie is not twenty anymore, he doesn’t need to jerk off as often. But knowing that he was going to do this with Steve at some point… It really made not getting horny and jerking off hard.

Steve takes a step forward so he is almost on top of the mug. “You need to get closer, don’t want you to miss the target.”

Eddie mirrors Steve’s move. “I may not be a jock, but I know how to point my dick to come inside where I want to.”

Steve lets out a strong huff, but he doesn’t say anything.

Eddie knows that it’s normal in certain circles to fool around with your friends. He has gotten surprised looks from guys at bars when he said that no, he has never even kissed his hot bisexual friend. Has had to shut down a few that asked for threesomes (as attractive as the idea was).

He has almost kissed him a few times, if he is honest. Some days when he thought that Steve could feel the same as him, that they could work out as more than friends, but then he got scared, Steve got another date, and Eddie let him go. Kissing Steve, fooling around with him just for fun was never an option, Eddie knew, more than anything, that that would break him more than never doing it at all.

The fact that he is doing this now just shows that he cares more about Steve’s happiness than being broken.

“Do you need porn?” Steve asks between breaths, maybe because Eddie has barely moved. He is getting properly worked out now, and Eddie can’t tear his gaze from the way he is tenting his shorts, his hand stroking himself through them.

Steve pulls his pants down, just enough to free his dick.

Fuck, not getting naked then.

“Yeah, no.” How could he look at porn when he has that sight in front of him.

Eddie feels a strong wave of desire go through him and pool deep inside him. He knows he is rock hard now.

Steve has his dick out in front of him. Eddie is looking at Steve’s flushed hard dick right in front of him and it’s better than any fantasy he could have come up with. He can hear his deep breaths. He can almost feel them, they are so close.

Eddie looks as Steve gathers his precome and uses it to make the slide easier in a long stroke. This is better than any wet dream he has ever had, and he’s had a lot with Steve as the main character. And then Steve is spitting on his dick and yeah, nope, Eddie has to hold himself hard to not come on the spot, bite his lip to not let out a very embarrassing moan. He hasn’t even gotten his dick out of his pants.

If Eddie didn’t know better, he would say that Steve is putting on a show. The spit, the way his hand is moving on his dick. Slow, playing with the head with a pinch and a gasp before he gives himself a long stroke again… But Eddie knows better, this is just a mean to an end.

Eddie closes his eyes, because if he keeps looking at Steve he will blow his load in seconds and what would Steve think of him if that happens.

The darkness gives him courage to finally reach inside his pants and take his dick out, give himself a few strokes to release some of the tension. He gathers the precome at his head to make the slide easier. Fuck, he is so wet already. He had been worried when Robin had told him that they couldn’t use lube, but it seems like it won’t be a problem at all with how much he is leaking. Steve’s breath hitches in front of him, and Eddie wonders what did he do to himself to make that sound.

Eddie does not open his eyes to check. He continues stroking himself, focusing on his own dick and his own pleasure as much as he can. It’s difficult, his awareness of Steve in front of him too high, but for a few minutes it’s only his hand on his dick, the wet sounds of two dudes jerking off in a room, and Steve’s glorious ragged breaths across from him.

This is okay, Eddie thinks that he can survive this. At least if this takes in one try and they don’t have to do it ever again.

And then something else touches his dick. Something wet.

Eddie opens his eyes before he can think better of it, just to be met with the sight of Steve’s dick touching his dick. They are touching tips. Eddie can’t keep the moan supressed this time. He’s so loud he almost misses Steve’s gasp.

He looks up, expecting Steve to have his eyes closed too, expecting this to be an accident that happened only because they are so close to each other, not wanting to miss the mug. He was not expecting to see Steve’s eyes wide open as he stares at their dicks. The knowledge that this was probably intentional on Steve’s part almost makes him come on the spot.

Steve must feel his eyes on him, or he must be wondering why Eddie’s hand stopped moving, because he looks up, his eyes meeting Eddie’s.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers.

Eddie doesn’t have time to react, to answer, before Steve’s left hand is on his nape, pulling him forward. Their lips crash in an uncoordinated kiss. Too fast, too hard, but Steve is not stopping. His lips are moving against Eddie’s, insistent, and Eddie lets himself be kissed.

A hand, Steve’s hand, bullies Eddie’s off his cock, and then replaces it. Eddie can’t help but let out a loud moan against Steve’s mouth. He can’t even think about what is happening, his brain has turned into mush, a horny and overwhelmed mush. He only knows Steve’s hand around him, stroking him.

“I don’t want a platonic baby with you,” Steve says against his lips. Eddie lets out a confused sound that quickly turns into a moan when Steve steps closer and grabs both of their dicks at the same time with his big hand.

“Not platonic,” Steve continues between kisses and breaths. “Not with you.” He lets out a moan as he squeezes the heads of their dicks, Eddie mirroring him. “You almost left me.”

Eddie tries to shake his head as best as he can, even when he did try to leave.

“I am so in love with you I was happy to just be your friend but you were going to leave me.”

Steve’s voice is ragged, and Eddie wonders how can he form sentences like that when his own brain is struggling just to understand them. He still doesn’t get what is going on, but he is shaking his head and his hands have come up to cling to Steve’s sides.

“You are not leaving me again, right?”

There is vulnerability in the way that he says it, and Eddie, even through the fog in his mind, knows that he can’t let it exist.

“No, never.” He reaches up with his hands to hold Steve’s head. It’s probably disgusting, his right hand still covered in precum, but he can’t find himself caring.

Steve’s hand speeds and Eddie knows he is close. Steve’s hand around him, his dick against him, the wet slide of his precum mixed with Steve’s, their shared breaths and lips against each other. Eddie never had a chance lasting long, but Steve seems to be there with him.

“We are going to be together,” Steve is saying. Eddie can feel the words against his lips. “No more dates with others. No one between us.”

“Yes, yes,” Eddie agrees with a new moan. In this moment, he would agree to anything Steve said. He already does, but that’s not the point.

“Just you and me.”

That does it.

“Ste-“ Eddie manages to say as warning.

Steve is quick. Eddie looks down as Steve steps away and grabs the mug with one hand and Eddie’s dick with the other, pointing it so he comes inside it. Eddie looks as his cum pools inside the mug, Steve’s hand around him.

Steve lifts the mug, just a bit, and Eddie suddenly has the image of him bringing it to his lips to drink. The thought alone makes his dick let out a new, final spurt of come.

Steve’s hand leaves his dick – a travesty, really. It looked perfect there, it should never leave. – and Eddie’s head is fuzzy from his orgasm, from the feeling of Steve against him, but he has enough sense to reach forward to grab Steve’s dick himself before he can. He can’t appreciate the weight of it in his hand at the moment, the smoothness, how wet it is. When he tries to get a good feel of it, Steve’s hand wraps around his. Probably too impatient and close to let Eddie take his time admiring him.

Steve moves Eddie’s hand in fast movements, and Eddie wants to tell him to slow down, take his time, enjoy himself, but the still working corner of his brain is telling him that they have a goal to fulfil.

Steve doesn’t take long to come. Eddie sees the moment it happens in the way he opens his mouth in a groan, his eyebrows scrunching up. He quickly looks down to see Steve’s come joining his. He may become immediately obsessed with the sight of it.

Eddie wants to taste it.

It has a more important purpose though. Maybe in the future.

“Steve,” Eddie says. He can barely stay standing up. He just wants to kiss Steve again, to lay down with him in his bed, to ask him if he meant all the things he said.

Steve looks up at him, their eyes meeting each other.

“IF YOU GUYS ARE FINISHED, I NEED THE BABY JUICE,” Robin’s voice comes from all the way to her room.

Steve curses, leaves the mug on Eddie’s table, and scrambles to get its contents into the syringe while Eddie stays there, looking at him. At some point into Steve struggling with the syringe Eddie finally snaps out of it and reaches forward to tuck Steve back into his pants. It may be the most intimate moment Eddie has shared with someone. Or maybe it’s his feelings interfering with his objectivity again.

Before he leaves, Steve gives Eddie a quick kiss, his hand cradling his face, but gone too soon for Eddie to really answer to him. Steve smiles at him before he goes through the door.

“Robs! The three-bedroom with the small backyard is going to be enough,” Steve is saying as he walks away from Eddie’s room.

Eddie feels like he’s been tricked somehow, but he can’t bring himself to care as he throws himself down face up on his bed.

He turns to look at the mug. It can’t have all fit into the syringe, right?

#steddie #platonic stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #jokes on them- its twins right off the bat #robin is both happy and cursing their names #it becomes apparent after birth that each guy fathered one of the babies #they love them all the same- but the boy twin has eddie's eyes and robin's nose- and the girl is just tiny girl steve

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