#Eddie Munson being gay

[samthecultist]

hellooooo :D could you please write something where the reader is new in school and jason picks on him bc of his long hair or band shirt or something idk u can choose, but reader is a #grillboss who doesn’t take shit so he just annihalates jason in front of everyone and eddie instantly falls in love 🤭 if you like the idea hihi

HOLY SHIT — , I literally immediately fell in love with this prompt , because this would definitely happen if Eddie witnessed anyone stand up to Jason the way you do .

anyway thank you for the request lovely , I appreciate it <3

SUMMERY : of course being new had its perk , one of those being bullying , but you weren’t going to let that stop you from trying to have a good first day .

TW’s : the usage of the word f*ggot | Eddie being a big ol’ simp .

LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT !

Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

you wouldn’t say you were relatively all too new to Hawkins , but the last time you were here you were around the age of ten or so .

but that’s all behind you , eight years later and your back , but it was different .

you were now in high school , a public high school . all your life you had been home schooled so this was definitely new to you , All the people the horrid smell of the cafeteria food . the stench of sweat from the gym filling your nostrils .

yeah.. , this place was most definitely going to be the death of you .

you were dumb enough to not bring your lunch today so you were stuck with the school pig slop or ..whatever it truly was , but you weren’t gonna be the one to test what it was .

you sighed as your gaze came from the dirty tiles of the cafeteria floor to the rows of people sitting at certain tables , everyone at a individual table looked the same as the people sitting with them , you could just tell who was who .

the frat boys , the jocks.. , oh and how could you ever forget the frea-

just then you felt a broad like shoulder hit your own , the friction causing your hands to let go of the plastic tray you had been holding that held the cafeteria slop . your brows furrowed ever so lightly as you watched it hit the ground with loud clanks .

you really weren’t the type to take shit from anyone , you didn’t even ever bother anyone either so no one had any reason to give you any of their shit which is why you were slightly surprised at the contact .

was this really how public school was gonna treat you on your first day ? just throw you into the lion den and expect you to know what your dealing with ? to expect you to know all the ‘lions’ moves .

well of course you wouldn’t know , you were always fuckin home schooled , but that didn’t mean you didn’t know how to stand your ground .

you looked up from the messy plastic tray on the ground up at the people in front of you , it was quiet now , everyone’s eyes on you expecting your move .

you were definitely ‘bumped’ into by one of the school jocks . you guessed everyone had expected you to be one of his new victims .

you furrowed your brows a bit more as you turned around to face a golden haired male . he had on a green and white letterman’s jacket on . it had read ‘class of 86’ on the sleeves , so he was graduating the same year as you .

the front had a big ‘H’ on left side of the jacket which could only stand for the infamous Hawkins , right ?

as you made eye contact with the golden haired male his blue eyes piercing into your soul as you could only glare back at him .

he scoffed as a sly little smirk formed onto his oddly perfectly shaped face , you could only bet almost all the girls chased after him , you couldn’t necessarily see why . maybe it was the blue eyes and blonde hair , but that was probably the only two reasons .

the male crossed his arms over his chest as you watched his mouth open slightly , here it came . the mouthy little names he was gonna call you , because that’s all he knew what to say .

" listen — , it was a mistake, ‘kay faggot ? Jus’ get over it .. , mistakes happen all the time . "

the venom laced words caused the whole cafeteria to hurl out into laughter , but in the corner of your eye you could see someone start to get up , but the golden haired male was quick to shut that down .

" sit down , freak . ‘m not letting you defend one of your kind again . "

the jocks teammate laughed loudly at the joke as he began to high five him , the sound of the contact of their hands only pissing you off even more .

you watched as the male who had attempted to sit up slowly begin to sit back down , you didn’t get to have a good look at him but he had long dark hair , and you couldn’t tell , but you thought you might have saw layered clothing , but that didn’t matter you didn’t care about that right now .

your attention went back to the golden haired male in front of you as you had just gotten ready to bite back .

" listen here Goldilocks , your just a bottom feeding piece of shit and as a faggot I know how to do a lot of things to a man’s ass , and one of which , is kicking . oh and beware , you should sleep with your third eye fuckin’ open because ‘m coming for you in your worst nightmares and if you have a problem with any of that then you can drop right now and give me twenty blow jobs on the spot in front of this whole ass cafeteria and I still wouldn’t bat an eyes at any of you or your dumb ass insults . "

you practically spat out the words . they were laced with venom as you happily smiled , your brows slightly un-furrowed, but not fully . you weren’t gonna make him think you were done yet unless he had some witty comeback that would somehow top what you had said .

you hadn’t even noticed almost the whole cafeteria was laughing at your comment until you had stopped zoning out .

everyone looking at you and laughing hadn’t made you realize that the long haired boy from earlier was admiring your confidence .

you walked out of the cafeteria with a slightly smug look on your face . that was definitely gonna be the last day anyone ever called you anything .

Eddie had practically admired you as you walked out of the cafeteria, I mean as soon as you walked out he roughly slammed his head on the table to avoid his club mates seeing his red face .

he wasn’t sure what the feeling in his chest was , but his heart was definitely pumping . he wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline from his last dnd campaign or something else .

he quickly sat up looking at the others , Eddie hadn’t known it , but from that day on he would practically worship the ground you walked on . when he saw your admirable performance you had just put up in front of everyone he knew he needed you in hellfire ..or maybe he just wanted to be next to you .

the male was quickly shaken out of his thoughts as gareth placed a hand on his shoulders .

Eddie directed his gaze from the cafeteria doors that you walked out of over to his friend .

gareth looked at the male with raise brows although they practically disappeared behind his short brown bangs that hung over his forehead .

" ya’ ‘kay , Munson ? "

He asked his club leader with a little concern in his tone , but not enough to seem like he was super worried or anything of that matter .

Eddie blinked slowly whilst slightly nodding . his gaze went back to the doors as he propped a hand under his chin . only small muttered words left his mouth as you were all he could think about .

" ..man — , I think ‘m in love . "

REQUESTS OPEN !

[thekeythief]

The Kids Are Alright (alive) 💕🌈✨

[littleststarfighter]

Blue masquerade, strangers look on

When will they learn this loneliness?

Temptation heat beats like a drum

Deep in your veins, I will not lie -Cry little Sister.

On insta I said I was going to do a special picture for Friday the 13th as it's also my birthday. And everyone seemed to agree it was to be Lost Boys or Steddie. So here's Lost Boys Steddie. Steve thinks it's just an innocent beach date and he’s embarrassed by his ketchup accident. And Eddie is trying so hard not to reveal his not so innocent vampire tendencies. Or you could say I just wanted to draw cute guys in leather 😁

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[imfinereallyy]

“Steve, it’s an emergency. I need to kiss you. Actually, I need you to kiss me. But I can’t just do it without asking because what if you don’t want me to, and I practically attack you? So yes or no? I swear it’s for a good cause.” Eddie comes running up to Steve in the bar, panting so hard Steve can see the chest movements.

They have taken Robin to a bar out in Indy to get her laid finally. Or at least a tongue in her mouth. The girl is pent up. And it’s Steve’s job as best friend to make that happen (Robin has told him to stop saying that, ‘it is gross’). Eddie is the only other queer person they know and, luckily, has made quite a few trips to Indy to know which bars were the good ones. He tells Steve that, like Robin, he is desperate to get laid, so this is the perfect opportunity.

Steve does his best to try and ignore the burning jealousy he feels at that. Eddie doesn’t know about his feelings (hell about his sexuality), and Steve is pretty sure Eddie doesn’t see him that way.

“Huh?” Asks confused, his brain struggling to process.

“Okay, I see you’re stuck on how to answer, but Steve—“ Eddie grips Steve’s shoulder, and Steve tries not to swoon. “—my ex, the extra shitty one, is here, and if he sees me alone I’ll either a) go home with him tonight and—“

Steve cuts Eddie off with a searing kiss. The thought of Eddie going home with someone else was enough for Steve’s brain to catch up to speed. Steve presses Eddie against the bar. The loud bass of the music suddenly becomes a light thrum in the background. All that he feels is the delightful pressure of their lips together. Eddie’s hands slide up into Steve’s hair as he gets pressed harder into the bar. Steve’s hands' grip Eddie’s waist and give them a tight squeeze. The idea of bruises being left behind, a mark of what they are doing here, makes Steve deepen the kiss. His tongue used to massage Eddie’s, tasting the menthol and rum on his breath. Eddie moans loud and heavy, vibrating Steve’s entire body.

“Eddie?” A voice interrupts them. Steve feels his anger spark back slightly but wills it down because the interruption is probably needed. They are very close to getting kicked out for public indecency.

“Oh hey, Ryan.” Eddie looks the blonde man up and down. He’s cute, Steve notes, but he lacked personality in his appearance. He isn’t what Steve expects from an ex of Eddie’s. He isn’t naive enough to think Eddie dates exclusively metal heads, but he expects someone to match Eddie’s energy. This guy—Ryan apparently—looks like every other guy you’d find on a Sunday in Supermart. Boring and lacking imagination.

“Who’s this?” Ryan looks at Steve pissed.

“Steve?” Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, bringing Steve close up against him. “This is my boyfriend.”

“This dude’s your boyfriend?” Ryan snorts. “C'mon baby, I know you can do better.”

Steve feels his anger finally pop. “He is not your baby. Yea, he can do better than both of us combine, but I’m lucky enough to get him. Now, you interrupted our time together, and we both know you saw what we’re up to, so don’t act like it wasn’t on purpose.”

Ryan startles backwards, “I—“

“Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear. I meant leave the fuck right now.” Steve grits out, some of his Upside Down protection mode popping out. Ryan scatters quickly.

“Jesus, Steve, that was amazing. I’m sorry I had to make you uncomfortable with that.” Eddie’s eyes find his and cuts Steve off before he can protest and explain no, he really did like that “—and you never even let me explain reason b, by the way! Reason b is b) he would probably humiliate me in the middle of the club.”

Steve nods at Eddie but has one track mind at this point. He grabs Eddie by the face this time before crashing their lips together once again. This time Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth as they both get lost in the kiss.

Steve pulls back ever so slightly and talks directly into Eddie’s mouth, “Sorry. I think he’s still staring. Needed to do more.”

Eddie, with swollen lips and a kissed-out face, looks around the bar to find nothing. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Steve smirks and pulls Eddie by his belt loops so they are flushed together. Steve leans into Eddie’s ear and nibbles at his lobe. “Hmmm, you’re right. I think he’s actually in the bathroom. Maybe we should kiss in front of him there.” Steve whispers hotly.

Eddie’s brain, which has short-circuited much like Steve only minutes ago, finally catches up. Eddie groans, his face collapsing into Steve’s neck. He licks a stripe up Steve’s neck all the way to his mouth. “Fuck. Yea, baby, I think I saw him too. Think kissing, though, won’t be enough. We might need to up our game.”

Steve nips at Eddie’s lips, “I was hoping you would say that. Guess I just know how much you love your games, Eds.”

They meet each other for one last searing kiss before rushing to the bathrooms to share a very tight, very heated stall.

[juiceicicles]

Steve having a sexuality crisis is all good angst and realistic writing, and Steve having known for a while and being confident and learned is great too, but I love Steve “just skipped the crisis part” Harrington.

Because really, who gives a shit if he’s gay when he’s fought monsters?

His best friend is a lesbian, and he loves her, so it’d be hypocritical not to accept this part of himself.

He’s had to protect his friends from mind demons with Kate Bush songs, this is not even a blip in the crazy shit he’s had to deal with.

One of his children friends has telekinetic powers and can go into your mind to figure out your location and save you from giant spider demons.

He almost died, everyone he loves almost died, who cares?

[mcdynamite]

When everything settles down after Vecnapocalypse, Steve gets a call from the athletic director at Hawkins High School, and a day later, he accepts a part-time position as the assistant coach of the Hawkins High varsity basketball team.

Lucas is obviously stoked, and the other kids concede (after a few minutes of bemoaning Steve's return to the Dark Side) that it's a perfect job for him. Robin screeches with delight, and Nancy tells him she's proud of him, and Jonathan thumps him on the back with a quiet, "Congrats, man," and Eddie?

Well, Eddie just rolls his eyes and makes a joke about the Return of the King that goes right over Steve's head (but has the kids and, wouldn't ya know it, Nancy, grinning) and doesn't say much else.

It's probably stupid, but Eddie has actually (horrifyingly) grown to like hanging out with Steve. Sure, he knows next to nothing about D&D or Lord of the Rings or metal music, but that doesn't seem to matter all that much. He still listens to Eddie rant about all of those aforementioned interests and does his best to understand, even if he doesn't particularly care about the content of Eddie's latest campaign. He lets Eddie play Dio and Metallica and Black Sabbath for him, and even though Eddie can tell he's not really into most of their music, at the end of his "Musication" he gives Eddie a list of the songs he actually liked, so they have some stuff to listen to when they hang out that won't make one of them want to puncture their own eardrums.

He even looks genuinely apologetic (and, dare Eddie say, disappointed?) when he tells Eddie that it's not that he doesn't want to read Lord of the Rings. It's just that he can't, because reading is really fucking hard when the letters won't stop jumping all over the damn place.

The point is: Eddie likes Steve. He likes Steve's sarcastic quips and his attentiveness, and his hilarious but well-meaning and frighteningly successful mothering of the teenagers they apparently co-parent. Eddie likes Steve, and he likes being his friend, and he's afraid that this stupid Assistant Coach job will end up dragging Steve headfirst back into his King Steve days, and Steve will forget all about being friends with Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

It's so, so stupid, because while Eddie likes Steve, he also knows Steve, and he knows that Steve isn't the guy who used to hang around the Tommy Hagans of the world anymore. But the fear is there, and it's still there by the time the school year starts and Steve starts getting busy "prepping" for his new job, which... what? The basketball season doesn't start until January, so what the hell kind of prep would Steve be starting in August?

Eddie wonders, but he doesn't ask. He just anxiously waits to see if Steve will eventually decide to ditch him, and he continues to be quietly delighted when Steve always, always makes time for the two of them to hang out.

The thought of Steve going back into jock-mode still makes him kinda sick, but he'll never tell Steve that. Steve is way too excited for the start of the basketball season, and Eddie is gonna support him the same way Steve supports Eddie at his Corroded Coffin concerts: with begrudging interest and genuine pride, so help him God.

It goes on like this until one day, Eddie's begrudging interest suddenly becomes a little more genuine, when he accidentally stumbles upon what Steve meant for the last three months whenever he said he was "prepping for the season." 

He's got plans to hang out with Steve that afternoon, pulling up in his van fifteen minutes late because time management has never been one of his strong suits. Only, when he gets to Casa Harrington, he notices something strange. The garage is open.

The thing is, Steve always parks the Beemer in the driveway. He never uses the garage. Actually, Eddie didn't even realize Steve had a garage at all, until now, but he hears some clanging coming from inside and goes to investigate. He walks past the Beemer (parked in the driveway where it always is) and peers inside, expecting to maybe find Steve... repairing something? Reorganizing? Honestly, he has no clue what he thinks he'll find in there.

What he definitely doesn't expect to find is Steve Harrington in the middle of what appears to be a pretty fucking intense workout – hair and tank top damp with sweat, wearing frankly indecently short shorts, and breathing steadily as he does fucking pull-ups on the bar in his garage, which has apparently been converted into a whole goddamn home gym.

Eddie stops in his tracks and stares, affording himself a moment or two to have a teeny, tiny (enormous) crisis over it.

Steve hasn't noticed him yet, and Eddie can't tear his stupid eyes away from the way Steve's arms tremble from the exertion as he pulls himself up, face pinched into a concentrated frown. Eddie can see him gritting his teeth, can see the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining a little bit. Even worse, every time Steve lowers himself down, his stupid tank top rides up just enough to expose the (not at all soft, apparently) plains of his stomach, glistening with sweat, and God, Eddie wants to lick Steve fucking Harrington's abs like a-

Oh, no.

Oh, fuck no.

Oh, Jesus H. Christ, fucking shit, NO.

Listen... It's not like Eddie hasn't already known for years that he's gay. He's been fully aware of that since middle school. It's the reason his dad kicked him out and sent him to live with Wayne, for fuck's sake. It's just that Eddie has put a lot of effort into pretending his thoughts about Steve Harrington were totally, completely, 100% platonic up until this point, and now he can feel all of that hard work going down the metaphorical drain.

He stands there, stock still with his jaw hinged open, and stares while his brain melts out of his ears and his thoughts begin to race. God, those fucking arms. Eddie's not weak, but he's definitely weaker than Steve, which means Steve could definitely pin Eddie down if he wanted to. In a bed. Against the wall. On the hood of a car. Fuck, on the goddamn floor – Eddie's not picky! All he knows is that he wants Steve to leave the workout for later so Eddie can lick the sweat off of him, which... gross. But also hot. But also-

"Eddie?"

Oh, fuck. How does one talk to the sun?

Steve has noticed him standing there, obviously, which sort of makes Eddie wonder how long he's been staring. Time stopped in Eddie's world the moment a sweaty Steve Harrington entered his field of vision, so he truly has no idea how bad his staring got.

Christ, this is going to be so bad.

So, so bad.

"Eds?" Steve says, his face pinching into a frown. "You okay?"

Oh my god, you moron, say something! Eddie's brain screams at him.

"What?" Smooth. "Uh, yeah! Totally fine. Just, y'know, like, lost in thought, or whatever. Plotting my next demonic attempt at world domination. The usual."

Steve looks at him like he's grown a second head, which... is fair. But Eddie's fumbling attempt at speech is at least embarrassing enough to take precedence over the cacophonous sound of whatever Ode to Abs his mind was attempting to compose, and Eddie feels like he can think a little more clearly.

"Ah, fuck," Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs and looks at Steve apologetically. "I'm sorry, dude. I swear I'm fine. It's just been a weird day."

Steve cocks his head to the side like a particularly inquisitive puppy, and oh God, it's adorable. Eddie loathes how adorable it is. "Good weird?" Steve asks. "Or bad weird?"

Eddie ponders his answer for a moment, then replies with, "Weird weird."

That's enough to startle a laugh out of Steve, who shakes his head and wraps a towel around his neck. "Fair enough, man. Sorry about all of this, by the way." He gestures vaguely towards the home gym in his garage and shrugs sheepishly. "I was gonna be done before you got here but I sorta... lost track of time, I guess." He's got an unreadable look on his stupidly beautiful face, and Eddie doesn't like that at all. He doesn't like that one bit.

But he decides not to overthink it and brushes Steve's apology off with a wave of his hand. "It's whatever, dude. Might wanna shower, though." The ‘otherwise I might take it upon my gay little self to lick you clean’ is left blessedly unsaid.

Steve laughs again, and just like that, things start to feel a bit less earth-shattering. They banter for a bit longer, then Steve really does go to take a quick shower, and they spend the rest of the night lying on the floor of Steve's living room, listening to the metal mix tape they made together and bitching about their brood of teenagers.

Weirdly, though, after that day, Steve seems to be working out a lot more frequently. As in almost every single time he and Eddie have plans. Day after day, Eddie is treated to the sight of Steve Harrington looking like a goddamn Greek god, and day after day, Steve catches his eye and smiles before abandoning his equipment and acting like Eddie's world hasn't been completely turned on its head.

It's starting to drive him kind of insane, honestly, and his pining has gotten so bad that even Gareth and Jeff know.

"He's just so pretty!" Eddie whines for what feels like the thousandth time.

His band mates simply exchange a long-suffering look and let him ramble.

It all comes to a head in November, just before Thanksgiving, when Eddie shows up and once again finds Steve finishing a workout. Just like always, Steve shoots him a good-natured grin and greets him before heading inside for a quick shower, and just like always, Eddie waits downstairs.

NOT like always, however, this time Steve comes jogging down the stairs with wet hair, wearing a pair of joggers and... absolutely nothing else.

It's been a long time since Eddie last saw Steve without a shirt on (since the day at Lover's Lake when they found watergate, to be precise), and suddenly Eddie is remembering why he'd immediately pulled out a cigarette to calm down that day. Only this time it's even worse, because Steve has really been putting effort into these workouts, and it shows.

His chest is toned and covered in coarse hair that Eddie kind of wants to tug on, just to see what sort of sounds Steve would make if he did. He's got the makings of an honest-to-God six pack just barely visible on his abdomen, partially obscured by scars Eddie recognizes from looking at his own in the mirror. Steve's are slightly smaller and not as deep, but they clearly came from the same sets of tiny jaws, and Eddie finds them weirdly comforting, these matching scars that they share. Steve's look pale in contrast against his skin, and God, Eddie just wants to kiss them. He wants to worship them and every other inch of the man who bears them.

The man who definitely just said something Eddie didn't hear because he was too busy trying not to pass out from mere proximity to something so beautiful.

"Sorry, what?" Eddie asks, shaking his head violently in an attempt to dispel his traitorous thoughts.

Steve smirks, but Eddie can see the soft fondness in his eyes when he cocks his head to the side and repeats the words Eddie missed the first time. "I asked if you see something you like, Munson," Steve teases, one hand carding wet hair out of his face, and Eddie just blinks at him.

Play it off, play it off, play it off, his brain supplies helpfully. He can totally play this off. Dudes stare at their friends’ chests all the time, right?

"What?" he practically squeaks. "I- well... no, wait, um... ah, fuck."

So much for plausible deniability.

He's just beginning to feel vaguely panicky when Steve seems to catch on, and he's right in front of Eddie in an instant, concerned, hazel eyes gazing down at Eddie's grimacing face.

"Hey," Steve says, reaching out like he wants to touch Eddie but thinks better of it. "It's okay, man. You're okay. I'm just messing with you."

The impact of his words is instant, and Eddie can feel his face heating up. Of course Steve was joking. God, Eddie is such an idiot.

"Right," Eddie says, voice strained. He rubs his face with both hands, shaking his head lightly. "Duh. Obviously you were teasing." His voice sounds strange even to his own ears, and he's got a weird feeling of anticipation in his stomach that tells him that he's already shown too many of his cards.

"I mean, yeah..." Steve says, seeming nervous for the first time since Eddie got here. His hands flit from the back of his neck to his hair to his waist, like he doesn't know what to do with them. "Teasing is, like, flirting 101, so..."

Eddie freezes.

"Oh my God, wait..." he says slowly, finally daring to meet Steve's confused eyes. "Flirting?"

Steve looks utterly perplexed now, and he does that thing where he cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

It's still adorable. Fuck, why is it so adorable? 

"Um... yes?" He studies Eddie, seems to register the shock on his face, and then matches it with shock of his own. "Wait, you didn't know? I thought you knew!"

"I most certainly did not!" Eddie counters, feeling a bit like he's having an out-of-body experience.

"Oh my God," Steve says. "Oh my God, Eddie, I've been flirting with you for, like, months!"

"Months?!" Eddie's voice has officially reached the stratosphere.

"Yes!" Steve yelps. He looks torn between laughing and crying, though Eddie thinks it'll be mildly hilarious no matter what choice he makes. "Jesus, dude, I winked at you while I was doing pull-ups last week! What did you think that was?"

"A hallucination!" Eddie says immediately. "You're straight, Harrington!"

At that, Steve snorts, then shakes his head.

Eddie's pretty sure his brain is melting by now.

"Yeah, um, no," Steve says firmly. "I'm definitely not straight."

"You... I... What? Since when?"

"Well..." Steve begins, briefly glancing away. "Since forever, technically. Probably. But officially, since that time I made out with Tommy H. after we got wasted at a party sophomore year. And if that wasn't enough proof, I think the amount of time I’ve spent staring at your ass lately definitely is."

Eddie stares at him. "Am I dead?" he asks dumbly. "Is this Heaven? Am I having a fucking stroke?"

Steve's laughter is bright when it rings through his living room, and Eddie is grateful when Steve carefully raises a hand to cup his cheek, because the soft touch is grounding in the best way. 

"Definitely not dead, Eds," Steve says. "And shit, I hope you're not having a stroke. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie just blinks at him, because Steve has one hand on Eddie's cheek and the other on Eddie's arm, and he's definitely not holding up any fingers. "Zero, Harrington, what the fuck?" he says weakly.

Steve laughs – no, scratch that, he giggles. He fucking giggles. 

If Eddie isn't dead yet, he's about to be. 

"Good. See?" Steve says. "Not having a stroke."

"I don't think that's how strokes work, dude," Eddie says weakly.

"No?" Steve asks, though he's still smiling, and he looks wholly unbothered by Eddie's doubting of his medical prowess.

Eddie shakes his head, eyes wide as Steve huffs out a laugh and slips an arm around his waist to pull him closer. They're practically chest to chest now, and Eddie is suddenly reminded of how very shirtless Steve currently is. He's mildly horrified by the way his hands tremble slightly when he rests them flat against the center of Steve's chest, but it's not like anyone can blame him! He's only ever kissed a couple of people before, and now he's somehow found himself in the arms of a half naked Steve Harrington. So, yeah, he's feeling a little jittery. Sue him.

If Steve notices the jitters, though, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he gives Eddie a soft, disarming smile that makes Eddie feel pathetically weak at the knees. "So..." Steve says, cheeks turning a pretty pink color. "Hi."

A slightly manic bark of laughter bursts from Eddie's lungs, but it only seems to make Steve smile wider. "Yeah, hi, Stevie," Eddie breathes. 

And then he nearly stops breathing completely when Steve's thumb drags gently across his cheek. It's such a sweet gesture that Eddie thinks he might melt right into the floorboards.

"So..." Steve murmurs again, gaze not leaving Eddie's. "It has recently been brought to my attention that you didn't realize I was flirting with you this whole time."

Eddie doesn't need a mirror to know that his face flushes bright red at Steve's words.

"But I have been," Steve continues. He bites his lip, almost like he's nervous, which is ridiculous because what the fuck is there about Eddie that could be making Steve Harrington nervous right now? "Like, I've been doing it constantly, because you're funny, and sweet, and sort of adorable, but also kinda hot? Y'know, because you have the tattoos and stuff, and you're all dramatic all the time, and it's hot, but then sometimes you do that thing where you hide your face behind your hair, and it's so fucking cute, Eddie, I mean..."

Steve trails off, cheeks growing even pinker after seemingly realizing that he's been rambling, and Eddie feels like he's going insane.

"Anyway," Steve says, clearing his throat. "I like you, Eddie. Like, a lot. And I've sort of been dying to kiss you for, like, months, so-"

Eddie never lets Steve finish his sentence, because the moment the word kiss leaves his mouth, Eddie is leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a soft, fleeting kiss that's over far too fast.

So fast, in fact, that it takes a moment for reality to catch up to Eddie afterwards. He's already pulling away by the time it hits him: he just kissed Steve Harrington.

He, Eddie fucking Munson, just kissed Steve fucking Harrington.

"Holy shit," Eddie mutters, gaze flitting back and forth between Steve's wide eyes. "Holy shit."

There's a brief pause, and then Steve starts to laugh.

It starts as a soft chuckle and slowly transforms into bright, elated laughter that echoes off the walls and bathes the whole room in sunlight, never mind the rainy day outside. It's light and happy and beautiful, and Eddie unfreezes after a moment to add his own laughter to the mix. He drops his head onto Steve's shoulder, a shiver running down his spine when Steve's arms come around him automatically, like they were made to fit together like this.

Eddie wonders if maybe they were.

When their laughter finally dies down, Steve carefully pulls back just enough to meet Eddie's eyes again, and Eddie smiles shyly up at him.

"Sorry," Eddie says without a hint of guilt in his voice. "You said the word kiss and I panicked."

Steve just shakes his head and grins. "See? Like I said - adorable." One of his hands raises to cradle Eddie's cheek again, and Eddie doesn't hesitate before leaning into the touch. "But if it's okay with you," Steve says softly, “I'd really like to give you a proper kiss, now."

And yep, it's official. Steve Harrington is going to be the death of him.

Eddie can't fucking wait.

He nods and lets his gaze flit down to Steve's lips for a fraction of a second before Steve is closing the distance between them, and oh... this is so much better than the quick, vaguely frantic press of lips they exchanged only a few moments ago. Eddie takes back every judgemental comment he's ever made about the girls who were obsessed with Steve Harrington in high school, because he gets it now.

Oh, God, he gets it.

Because Steve kisses him, soft and sure, like Eddie is the only thing that matters in all the world. It's gentle and sweet and perfect – not an ounce of hesitation in the way Steve slots their lips together. And then Steve just... stays there, like he's giving Eddie a moment to catch up, to process what's happening.

He's so goddamn patient – so fucking kind – and Christ, Eddie adores him for it.

Steve pulls back just enough to break the kiss, and Eddie doesn't whine. He doesn't. But it's okay, because Steve doesn't leave him hanging for long, threading his fingers through Eddie's curls and using them as leverage to tug him even closer into a kiss that turns Eddie's legs to jelly. Steve's tongue slides against Eddie's so beautifully, and his hands are so strong, and he smells like lemony soap and minty toothpaste (did Steve brush his teeth after showering? God, he's ridiculous. He’s perfect.) and Eddie can feel the muscles in Steve's chest shift whenever they move, and, and, and...

And yeah, this time when Steve pulls away, breath coming quicker and eyes shining with happiness, Eddie does whine. Or maybe it's a whimper. Maybe it's both. Christ, Eddie doesn't care. He'll keep making that noise forever if Steve keeps looking at him like this.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes. He knows he probably looks embarrassingly awestruck, but he can't find it in himself to care. "How are you so fucking hot, Steve? What the fuck?" His face is on fire, but Steve just laughs – nope, there's that giggle again – and kisses Eddie's forehead.

Eddie's pretty sure he's melting, but honestly? Worth it.

"I don't know if you've noticed," Steve teases, "but I've actually been working out a lot lately..."

Not even Eddie's lovesickness could protect Steve from the playful smack he gets for that.

"Did I notice?" Eddie huffs. "You're the worst, Harrington."

Steve just smiles and kisses him again.

[infinite-orangepeel]

[livwritesstuff]

boston pride is today so here have an edited repost from when i walked in the parade last year

Steve is getting boring in his old age (forty-four, almost).

It was inevitable, he supposes when he looks back, and he likes being boring. 

He likes the steady routine of the life he and Eddie (married for seven years, now) have built with their three daughters (four, seven, and nearly ten, a notion Steve is choosing to ignore because there’s no goddamn way Moe nearly has an entire decade under her belt already), and he doesn’t find himself making attempts to mix things up all that often.

Naturally, Eddie is the one to suggest they make the trip into Boston with their daughters for the annual Pride parade, and when he does, Steve isn’t automatically inclined to agree.

Look – Steve knows it’s important for kids to see the world and do new things and all that enriching shit, but maybe he still bears some of the scars from keeping a semi-feral pack of teenagers alive amidst the eldritch hellscape of their hometown, and it’s not like they don’t keep themselves entertained at home – Hazel had finally got the gist of Go-Fish not too long ago and that’s been a whole new ballgame Steve is perfectly content to continue exploring.

In the end, however, the logical side of him (and Eddie’s ever-persistent badgering) wins out, and come mid-June of 2011, they all make the drive into Boston to see the parade.

It doesn’t take Steve long at all to acknowledge that it was a good idea. He hadn’t been to Pride in many years (again – he’s boring in his old age), and he’d forgotten how much fun it is – a true celebration of love and happiness in the face of a lot of fucked up shit and all that. The parade’s pretty good too (definitely a few floats he hopes the girls are too distracted chasing after candy to notice and ask questions about later, but only time will tell), and so is the festival afterwards. It ends up being a really great time for all of them.

Of the whole day, though, Steve’s favorite part is the trip home, a drive that should have only been thirty minutes, but turns into nearly two hours with all the traffic on I-90.

The girls are still riding the sugar rush of an afternoon’s worth of lemonade and fried dough and candy thrown from parade floats (Hazel might be succumbing though, if Steve’s quick glances in the rear-view mirror at the way her eyes are drooping closed are anything to go off of), and it seems as if the day’s contagious joy had followed them into the car. Robbie and Moe have been asking a lot of questions – mostly chatter about what floats were everyone’s favorites and who got the best face paint until Moe, perceptive as she’s always been, hits them with, “What’s Pride for?”

Which turns into, “Why do people think it’s a bad thing?” and that becomes, “So how did you and Papa fall in love?” at which point Eddie, who’d been fielding their daughters' questions so Steve could keep his focus on the stop-and-go highway traffic, launches into a dramatic and involved retelling of how their relationship had begun nearly eighteen years ago.

“So I told him that I liked him and what do you think Papa said?” Eddie eventually asks as he approaches the end of the story.

“What?” the girls ask with eager smiles and wide eyes.

“Nothing,” Eddie says ruthlessly, a wicked grin on his face.

“Alright,” Steve cuts in over the laughter coming from the backseat, “Let’s not be dramatic. I said something...eventually, and it wasn’t even that long later – four hours tops.”

“That’s right,” Eddie concedes, “And then we all lived happily ever after and all that jazz.”

“Good,” Robbie says, “’Cos if you hadn’t, today wouldn’t happen.”

“Hate to break it to you, sweet pea,” Steve replies, “but I’m pretty sure Pride would still happen even if Dad and I weren’t there for it.”

“We wouldn’t be here," Moe corrects him, "All together.”

Steve blinks.

Jesus Christ, these kids are gonna be the death of him. Can’t drive the damn car if his eyes are misting over, can he?

“Yeah,” Eddie says as he reaches over to curve his hand around the back of Steve’s neck, “Yeah, bug, that’s true.”

And thanks goodness for that.

[samthecultist]

DOG DAYS

Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

This wasn’t requested , but I saw a couple gifs of Joseph Quinn wearing the Eddie wig holding a dog and I was like ‘wtf I need to write this’

SUMMERY: Basically you bring up the idea of adopting a dog to Eddie and this is how he would react <3

You were definitely nervous when you brought it up , because you weren’t sure if he was a dog person or not .

" Ya’ know.. , Ed’s I was thinking maybe we could get a dog , yeah ? "

Eddie definitely hopped up in joy with the cutest face in the world .

Man already had a few in mind too , he was definitely waiting for this conversation to happen .

" what - , of COURSE . I was thinking we should get like a cool looking’ one with like a - , A SPIKED COLLAR — , so we can scare off all the homophobes ! "

You were surprised by the response , but Eddie earned a little laugh from you .

You guys went over the type of breeds you wanted and what the price range would be to take care of the dog and if wayne would be okay with it

but that wasn’t Eddie’s biggest concern at the moment .

" okay , hear me out , y/n ! a bull dog ! Or - or a rottweiler ! "

Eddie was just really excited, he just wanted something cute yet scary looking at the same time .

" would wayne really want that — "

" doesn’t matter ! not his dog , not his problem, babe ! "

you laughed about his excitement, it was definitely cute .

You were nervous bringing him to the animal shelter to look at the dogs , because he can be like a kid .

You keeps attempting to stick his hand through the fence to pet them all

" I wish we could take you all home ! but y/n wont let ussss !!! "

he tries to stuck his face up to the cage so the dogs can lick him

he just loves the little dog kisses

he keeps attempting to adopt all the cool looking ones that already have spiked collars .

" babe — , look , look ! HIS COLLAR ! "

" Ed’s , we can buy whichever one you like the most a spiked collar , ‘Kay ? "

He looked up in surprise like he didn’t know you could buy collars for dogs and hes stoked, because now he thinks hes open to more options .

It takes at least two hours for Eddie to come to a decision between two dogs .

hes stuck between a American bulldog and Rottweiler

But last minute his eyes land on the cutest dog he has ever seen

He quickly rushes over to it and just ‘claims’ it .

You weren’t really expecting him to pick a Saint Bernard , but here you were .

" y/n — , HES HUGE. This one - , this IS the one . "

you weren’t expecting to actually leave with the dog , but you were .

and eddie claimed to be the happiest man alive since he came with a spiked collar .

" we didnt even have to buy the collar ! "

as soon as you get home , wayne tries his best not to have a fit and it seems like he hates the dog

But secretly he loves it to death and likes to play with it more than Eddie does

wayne takes him into the yard and throws frisbees with him .

" y/n — , he stole our dog . "

" you didnt name him ??? "

" I — , I did ! his name is.. bruce ! "

you thought the name was super fitting for the dog .

Eddie got jealous of wayne playing with his dog so Eddie ran out there to join in on the fun .

REQUESTS OPEN !

[pizzaqueen]

One day I will write a fic that is not a first kiss fic, but today is not that day! This is mostly dialogue, but I might expand it at some point. Brief mention of Mary Jane (sorry, I don't know what Tumblr censors these days lol) / rated T

“You know, Steve…”

“I do know Steve.” Steve's lips tilt in a proud smile.

Eddie snorts. “You’re a funny guy. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“All the time.”

“Anyway. Like I was saying: You know, Steve…” Eddie looks at Steve, waiting for him to interrupt again, but he doesn’t, so he goes on, saying, “Sometimes I wish you were a girl.” Why hasn’t he ever told Steve this before? High Eddie is so much smarter than sober Eddie. Steve should know this.

“What? Why?”

“So I could kiss you.” Eddie scrunches his nose up. “But now that I’ve said it out loud, that’s dumb, because I don’t want to kiss girls.”

“Okay…”

“Maybe I wish I were a girl so you would kiss me.” Eddie scrubs a hand over his face, shakes his head. “Except, I don’t wanna be a chick. And, like, I’m basically a dude version of Buckley, except cooler—”

“Robin’s cool.”

“—and you don’t want to kiss her.”

“Well…”

“Wait, do you?”

“Not lately.”

“So, you guys…”

“No.”

“Right. Well, I don’t wanna be a girl—”

“Eddie.”

“—but I still wanna kiss you, and I can’t as a guy, well I could, but—”

“Eddie!”

“What?”

“I want to kiss you.” Steve’s lips twitch and he adds, “As a guy.”

Eddie opens his mouth, closes it again. “You do?”

Steve nods, pushing himself up on one elbow, leaning over Eddie. Leaning down, so close, and, oh, he’s going to—

Eddie pushes a hand in Steve’s face. “Wait. Why didn’t you ever kiss me before then?”

The next words Steve says are muffled by Eddie’s hand.

“What?”

“I said,” Steve says, moving his face so Eddie’s hand is cupping his jaw instead, “because I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I didn’t know you were gay.”

“I’m not. But I still want to kiss you.”

“You…” Eddie’s brow furrows. Does that make sense? It has to because Steve wouldn’t say it otherwise. He looks up at Steve, still leaning over him, so pretty and right there and he wants to kiss Eddie and Eddie’s head is still pleasantly fuzzy from the weed they smoked and, wait, why is he just looking at Steve?

“Okay, yeah,” he says, “that works for me,” and slides his hand to hook around the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “I’m so happy you’re not a girl,” he murmurs against Steve’s lips.

“I’m pretty happy about it too,” Steve says, and then he kisses Eddie properly and they stop talking for a long while.

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

“steve uses the harrington charm” this, “steve uses all his typical flirting playbook moves” that, give me a steve who assumes that since he’s crushing on eddie, who’s a guy, he has to use moves that girls usually use on guys in order to get eddie to recognize that he’s flirting.

give me steve thinking that since eddie isn’t a girl, all the usual flirting he does won’t work, so he assumes he should use the moves girls he’s dated have used on him instead. give me steve tilting his head and batting his eyelashes and asking a very perplexed eddie to explain something about cars or sports since “guys are just so smart about this stuff.” give me steve playing up being cold until eddie gives him his jacket, give me steve feeling up eddie’s biceps and going “wow, you must work out a lot. oh, you don’t? could’ve fooled me, your muscles are, like, so big.” give me eddie being so bewildered because steve keeps laughing at jokes that probably aren’t as funny as he’s making them out to be, or eddie being perplexed by steve twirling his hair or smiling coyly while trailing his fingers over the tattoo on eddie’s forearm.

just steve absolutely laying on the moves, but they’re not his usual moves. robin is incredibly amused and has resigned herself to eventually explaining that the gender of the person steve’s flirting with doesn’t necessarily have to change his approach (only once the comedy of the situation dies down, of course). eddie is utterly bewildered, because other than this, steve is acting totally normal.

[formosusiniquis]

Aging rockstar Eddie Munson who goes viral on tiktok after dueting a fancam of him and Stevie that is backed by the bi wife energy audio.

It's shaky, clearly a spur of the moment response, Eddie is obviously captivated for a second by a clip of Stevie that starts to play. He sighs and directs his attention back to the audience. "I love my beautiful wife, the sun to my moon, the light of my life."

You can just make out another voice from somewhere in the background call out, "Love you too!"

"But I did not survive being an openly gay teenager in the 1980s in rural Indiana to be called a heterosexual!" 

He zooms in closer to his face, it's unclear whether this was intentional, "I did not go through a sexuality crisis in the early 90s when she transitioned, to be called a heterosexual."

Stevie comes out from somewhere behind where Eddie is ranting to drape herself around his shoulders, "Oh that's a good picture of us." The original video is a step above thirst trap and the picture in question is a pap shot of Stevie and Eddie from a long past Halloween. Stevie is in the famous Farrah onepiece and Eddie is in first husband Lee Majors' Six Million Dollar Man red tracksuit.

"You just like it cause we actually ran into Farrah and she liked your hair."

"It was also-"

She isn't dislodged as Eddie fails, well practiced at staying on her perch. "I didn't cancel the back half of our 1995 tour because of morning sickness to get called a HETEROSEXUAL!"

Stevie's smile is indulgent and soft, it wrinkles the corners of her eyes in soft crows feet that betray her age. "You can be trans and straight."

"A fucking ally then!"

She's got a sage Mona Lisa smile as the video ticks to a close, "I love my husband, and he's actually bi."

[irlplasticlamb]

(treats eddie as my private dress up doll)

prints available here

[morganbritton132]

I'm loving the whole Tommy thing going on in the Eddie Munson TikTok Saga right now, it's so funny! In the hashtags of first post of it where Robin said she can finally talk about it, it would be interesting to learn when Steve told her and how that came in to the conversation. (I love this series so much it brings me a lot of joy)

I think that the funniest way for Robin to find out is if Steve just casually drops it in conversation like it’s common knowledge.

They’re in his car – Robin is behind the wheel and Steve is white-knuckling the arm rests while she drives around an empty parking lot. The conversation flips between ‘oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, which petal is the break again?’ and ‘I’m just saying, Vickie’s sister is a babe and she was definitely flirting with you. Maybe you should ask her out.’

Steve’s just like, ‘hey, hey, hey, the pavement ends there, are you trying to drive into a ditch?!’ and ‘Vickie’s sister plays the oboe, Robin.’

“So?”

“So, Oboe players are bad kissers. Fact.”

“That’s just a proven fact? A fact that you know personally, huh? If Steve Harrington was making out with the woodwinds than I would have heard about it. Who do you even know that plays the oboe, Steve?”

“Tommy played the oboe.”

Robin slams on the breaks, “What?”

“Katie MacIntosh – she was a junior when I was a freshie – she played the oboe. Bad kisser,” He listed off. “This one girl from Bedford at an away game. Try parking now.”

“No, what? Wait. Wait, you – Tommy played the oboe? Tommy H?”

“Yeah, in like fifth grade,” Steve shrugged, “Pull in to this spot up here.”

“….Steve, it kind of sounds like you’re implying that you think Tommy H is a bad kisser because you know from experience that he is.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“How?!”

“Because I’ve kissed him,”  Steve said, trying to get her to pull into a parking spot. She manages to park in two spots and definitely hits the parking block. “Put the car in – don’t get out the vehicle before you put the car in park!”

Robin goes through a round of twenty questions like, was it a dare? A joke? On purpose? (“How do you kiss someone on accident, Robbie?”) and finally settles on, why???? Steve’s really casual about it like, that’s just what people do. People kiss their friends.

“No, they don’t,” Robin told him. “Steve, we’re best friends and we don’t make out in your bed.”

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a lesbian.”

This leads to Robin trying to ask if Steve likes guys without asking if Steve likes guys. They talk in circles of Steve insisting that this is just something that guys do. Bros being bros. It’s like how girls have pillow fights or whatever. Robin is flabbergasted and she can’t even talk about it with anybody because then she’d be outing Steve and he’s clearly not ready to come to terms with his sexuality yet.

He's driving her home later when she asks, “….Did you and Tommy H just kiss or uh, did you do more than that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, hand stuff?”

“Robin!”

“…. So, uh… is Eddie your ‘bro?’”

[evilkaeya]

Robin and Steve trying to be each other’s wingmen. Whenever Eddie is around Robin would be like “Steve is so funny, Eddie, he’s the best guy and look at his biceps, he works out a lot too” you know, to give Eddie the hint that Steve is the guy for him, and Steve would be like “haha what stop it Robin you’re making me blush” 

Same goes for when they’re with Nancy. Steve just goes “Nancy you should hang out with Robin more often she’s so fun to be with and she sings so well too you should hear her singing it’s perfect” and Robin would be like “noooo Steve stop embarrassing me!!”

And then they’d go home and high five and celebrate like “omg we totally nailed it they’re definitely falling in love with us now”

Meanwhile Eddie and Nancy are like “wow :) they sure do like each other a lot huh :) how cute :)”

[stevethehairington]

Eddie doesn't know how they got here, he really doesn't.

One second it's the two of them, hanging out in Steve's room, listening to Steve's admittedly not-so-shitty music, and the next... well, the next they're sitting side by side on Steve's big bed, so close that their shoulders press together, with their pants down around their ankles and their hands on their respective dicks.

It's... yeah. It's yeah.

Eddie's trying not to look over at Steve — he isn't sure if he's allowed to. He wants to, but he doesn't know what the rules are here. It's not like he's ever done something, anything, like this before, jerking off with a friend. Jesus fucking christ. He doesn't want to make Steve feel weird if he does ... though, really, Eddie isn't so sure how Steve doesn't feel weird about this in the first place — looking or not. It's one of Eddie's wildest dreams come to life and even he feels weird about it.

He can peek out of his peripherals, though, and he does. Sees the way Steve's bicep flexes as he moves his hand, his arm; sees the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, as he pants. Because, jesus christ, Eddie can hear him panting.

In his distracted haze, Eddie's hand catches against the head of his dick and he has to bite down, hard, on his lip to keep from whining. No way is he going to draw attention to himself like that.

But Steve's attention is already on him. His head, it lolls to the side, right against Eddie's shoulder, the corner of his wet lips searing into Eddie's skin.

And fuck, fuck. Eddie's breath hitches, his hand stutters. He picks up the pace, just a little bit, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head as the soft sounds of skin on skin to his left speed up too, matching his pace.

Steve's head shifts then, turns so his chin digs into Eddie's shoulder now. Eddie can feel Steve's eyes on him, looking. Not at what's going on between his legs, though — at his face. His eyes, his cheek, the slope of his nose, the bow of his lips. Like those pieces of Eddie are so much more compelling, so much more enticing to him.

Eddie suppresses a shiver, and squeezes his hand tighter around himself, twisting his wrist too. He swallows down a groan, exhales heavily. His eyelids flutter, his jaw clenches.

And he turns his head towards Steve.

Almost immediately it's too much. The way Steve's watching him, with those big, glossy eyes. The way the warm hazel of his irises has nearly disappeared beneath his pupils. The way his lips are red, shining, bitten.

Eddie's chin drops towards his chest, and Steve's head tips forward, just enough for them to meet halfway. Their foreheads press together, and Eddie has to close his eyes.

It's way too much.

Steve's breathing heavy. Eddie can hear each soft little sound he makes on every exhale, and he can feel his breath fanning hot against his cheek, his lips. It makes the heat in his belly curl tighter, pushes him closer to the edge.

Steve's nose bumps into Eddie's then, and Eddie's breath catches in his throat. He doesn't know how Steve got so close, doesn't know why, but there he is. There he is.

And then the next thing he knows there's a pair of lips against his own, warm and wet and so soft. It's tentative, barely even a kiss — nothing yet. Just Steve testing the waters.

And Eddie is receptive, oh is he receptive. He opens his mouth for Steve, slots their lips together, lets him in.

And then they're kissing — really kissing.

Eddie's heart jumps in his chest, and so does his cock where it rests, momentarily forgotten against the palm of his hand.

His strokes start back up then, quick and relentless, and he gasps into Steve's mouth, bites at his lips, kisses like he needs it.

It isn't until Steve's hand knocks Eddie's own out of the way so it can curl around Eddie's cock instead that Eddie finally fucking loses it. He doesn't know how he lasted this long in the first place — not with Steve touching himself right next to him, not with Steve kissing him like he's lost in the desert and Eddie is the last drink of water.

All it takes is a brush of Steve's thumb over the tip of his dick and Eddie comes harder than he ever has in his entire life.

He doesn't get the chance to get his own hand on Steve in return because Steve follows quickly after him. He comes with the prettiest expression twisting up his face and this soft, breathy moan that sounds a lot like Eddie's name, and jesus christ, if Eddie hadn't just blown his own load he surely would have then and there. Even still, his dick gives a valiant twitch of interest anyways.

They're not even really kissing anymore, just breathing into each other's mouths as they ride out the shockwaves.

But then,

"Fuck," Steve breathes as he comes down, forehead slipping from Eddie's and falling back down to Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie follows the movement, lets his neck roll to the side. He takes in the sated glow that radiates off of Steve, the boneless dip of his shoulders, the loose line of his spine. Thinks some of that might be reflected in his own body, too.

He hasn't felt this good in a while.

Steve must sense Eddie's stare when after a few seconds more, his head tips up so he can meet Eddie's gaze. A dopey smile pulls at his mouth. "We should definitely do that again sometime," he says with this fluttery little laugh.

Eddie's heart skips in his chest then clenches tight. He doesn't know what to say back to that, thinks fuck, yeah, please might be too much for whatever... this is. So he just stays quiet instead, doesn't say anything back. Lets his loose body language and his own indulgent smile be answer enough.

Because Steve is right — fuck indeed.