#Steve harrington wears a speedo

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

You Looking at me, Looking at you

Word count: 10,356

Part: 1/2 (next part will be out soon let me know if you want to be tagged)

Summary: Steve Harrington has fought a demogorgan and numerous demo dogs. Those were supposed to be the scariest and most challenging things he’s ever done in his life. Instead, he quickly discovers the most scariest and gorgeous thing in Eddie Munson. A freak and supposed outcast he is supposed to teach how to swim before he graduates. Which in itself alone could spark PTSD in anybody. Flirting with fake southern accents, sharing a joint and slowly becoming closer Steve slowly realizes that D.A.R.E should have a whole course talking about what you should do to avoid becoming addicted to one human being. Specifically Eddie Munson, who has become the center of his universe in a shockingly short amount of time.

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"𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉, 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊, 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚"

Swim practice always began at two thirty five. Always five minutes after the last bell released all of the kids from their final class of the day. Leaving only five minutes for Steve to sprint to the locker room, strip and be on the edge of the pool waiting for his coach to come out. Whistle over his hairy chest, and tiny shorts on. There was no reason for Mr. Winchester to be shirtless or in such tiny shorts, no one on the swim team has ever seen him even touch the water. Let alone in it. Today started off like most days. Make sure not to eat anything with in the hour, rush to be there on time and wait anxiously on the side of the pool. Steve always had a problem with waiting. He just wanted to jump right in and get wet, holding his breath and just floating under the water sitting at the bottom of the pool for just a minute before coming back up. Swimming the eight feet smoothly.

The doors behind the line of boys slams open. A loud laugh as someone's voice bounces off the walls. Causing everyone to cringe, as they all assume that this was just some random kid coming in to laugh at them. If they all had placed bets that moment all of them would have bet for the same thing. Standing in the doorway stood Eddie Munson. A metal head loser who didn't have any problems sneering at any form of jock in the hallways or hopping up on a lunch table and going into a loud tangent over conformity.

They all watch as the others nose scrunches up, the smell of chlorine hitting him. The way  his face goes a light pink as he looks at the line of different shirtless guys with swimming trunks that barely hid anything. Steve, for a split second is distracted by his desire to jump into the deep end along with his other teammates. Curious as to how this guy was going to react, the obvious vein that was popping from his neck was an interesting sight. Though before anyone can say anything, the locker-room doors slam open.

"Munson! Strip and get in line! ASAP, or you will be failing gym this year!"

Steve, along with the other guys on the swim team quickly stiffen up and look forward. Used to the strict manner of Coach Winchester. Standing up straight and tall everyone keeps their eyes forward as they hear grunts coming from behind them. Chains clinking to the floor, all of them including Steve wished they could look behind them and see what was going on. Though they could only watch the teachers face, which goes a little red from irritation. The sounds of clothing being dropped to the ground were obvious, and the guy to Steve's right was holding his breath. Fighting back a few chuckles, up until Eddie mutters under his breath. Only for the teenagers surrounding him to here.

"God, never seen a man more excited about getting a guy naked,"

Eddie Munson was a interesting case, a well known class clown that was bound to make everyone laugh at some point. His first victim was Bobby Riley. A guy who Steve has only had a proper conversation with only a handful of times. From the small impression he had, the guy took swimming seriously. Obviously for the scholarships. Hearing the soft snort coming from him of all people meant they were all screwed. Winchester hears the soft noise and his eyes fly over his team. With military experience, he has always expected some of the rules to drift over to swimming. If you were going to be on his team, you would take it seriously. "Riley, ten laps back and forth now." He spits out. Leveling the suspects down to Bobby, who was the only one who was squirming in his place.

Without argument Bobby Riley moves diving in the water, swimming fluidly under the water. Making it halfway through the pool before coming up for air. Not stopping from moving forward. "Munson, take Riley's spot? Steven, make sure he doesn't crack his head open like a dumbass." The man barks out. Steve stiffens up just a little bit as he feels the presence of the other boy now next to him. A little to close to him for what the line should be. He would glance over but he knew that would receive him twenty laps for breaking position.

"Yes Sir." He says softly. Never having to raise his voice, letting the walls carry it over to the approaching man. Who was now in front of Kyle Evans. Who was staring forward blankly and not reacting in the slightest. The coach stares him down for a few seconds before the demeanor of the boy shakes. Winchester shakes his head with a eye roll before moving to the next boy, and then the next. Searching for something that was unknown amongst the team.

Steve was the next one to receive the stare down. He keeps his chest raised, breathing in slowly and releasing air softly as he doesn't break eye contact with the older. He could feel Eddie's eyes on the both of them. Whatever the man seems to be searching for, he finds when Steve doesn't break like the others. "Well seems like Harrington is the only one out of the lot of you to have some respect and discipline. All of you! Ten laps with Riley!" Steve moves to follow along listening to orders but he is stopped just as fast as they were spoken "Harrington, you're going to have to teach this joke how to swim. Think you can handle that? Know you have the life guard experience."

Steve nearly hesitates, almost says no. He doesn't have this. He didn't want to teach Eddie Munson how to swim. The guy would be a waste of his time. Realistically, this was a opportunity of being on coaches good side. The whole team knew that when you were there you would receive all the perks. So instead of hesitating he takes the whole situation with stride. Speaking confidently but not cocky as he answers. "Yeah, I can handle it coach."

The coach pauses for a second looking through him again, as if he was thinking. "Good. This will be a practice run for now. Take him to the kitty pool out back where the juniors swim and show him some things. But after today you will have to figure out how to teach him on your own personal time." The others voice is gruff as he talks.

Well shit, what the hell did Steve just get himself into?

Ten minutes later, Steve discovered the spawn of Satan. The bane of his existence. The eighth wonder of the world. He's sure finding Atlantis or proving that aliens were real would be a lot easier then whatever the hell was going on now. Eddie Munson was like a fish. Out of water. Flopping around like he was on land, instead of being in water. Water was spraying all over the place and Steve was really trying to be patient. Not many words were passed between the two of them but this was not working.

"Munson! For the love of god will you stop just for five seconds!" Steve yells over the splashing of the water. He is tempted to snap at the guy. But after five minutes in the pool he had quickly caught onto the fact that the other wasn't doing this on purpose. Which was a little bit scary, because that meant he was just that bad at swimming. The guy looked like a puppy meeting water for the first time. Pouncing around and splashing water all over. His hair was laying flat down on his forehead and in his face, matting over his shoulders. Constantly flipping the water out of his hair without any luck of getting it out of his face. If Steve was going to be doing this more then once he made note of being a small box of hair ties for the other to wear.

Unlike Steve, Eddie was in a pair of his checkered boxers. Falling down his hips a little with the water, and god forbid if Steve looked longer then five seconds he was definitely able to see through them. He was the opposite of Steve. Steve was a bit buffed up, tanned out with freckles dotting along his skin. Eddie was scrawny, paler then a corpse and had small scratch like tattoos over his body. Though one similarity the two had were the scars. Eddie had random lines across his ribs, and little circle like scars that looked like burnt marks. Steve, was scarred up pretty good from his last encounter with the upside down. A light scar on his cheek bone from where Billy had cracked a plate against along with the top of his head.

"I have no idea what I am doing!" Eddie yells back. Looking a tad annoyed, moving the back of his hands through his curls as he glares at the other with a huff. Now he looked like a very wet rat and if Steve could laugh he would. It was an amusing sight watching the self acclaimed metal head try to look intimidating like this. His eyes must flicker with a little bit of amusement, as the other begins to throw himself around a bit. Rolling his eyes as he moves sloshing his way out of the water. Struggling to walk with the water against his ankles. Working his way to the side of the pool as he curses. "You know what! Fuck this!" He grumbles out.

Steve feels bad, groaning as he runs a hand through his hair. That has yet to get soaked with their time being out here. Though it was just a tad damp from running wet fingers through it "Oh come on Munson, I didn't expect you to know what you are doing. I'm sure if I randomly showed up to your front step and asked you to teach me-" he pauses to think what the other could possibly teach him. The other seems to pause to look at him curiously. Shoulders tense. This was the moment that would decide whether or not Eddie would stick around to take these lessons. "Fuck- what's the name. Shit Dnd - dragons and dungeons or whatever the hell the name is. I'm sure you would laugh at a stupid jock trying to swim in your expertise." Steve rambles out a little. Moving his arms to cross over his chest. That was bare, freshly waxed the other day.

He's not sure whether his speech worked or not until the other groans. Grumbling a little bit, "I hate that you are right. Though it's Dungeons and Dragons." He complains moving to wade his way to a more shallow part. Moving closer to Steve in the process who was tilting his head as he snaps his fingers as the other says the name.

Sighing as he rubs the side of his face with a chuckle, "sorry you would think after listening to four kids rant about the game I would remember the order of the words." He says softly. Hoping he didn't offend the other, like he normally did Dustin and Mike whenever he said the name wrong. Though he's sure the kids thought he did it on purpose. He didn't. "Though, you do need more control over your limbs then what you got." He comments. Eyes not moving away from the others movement. Watches the other sit on the side of the pool, leaving his feet in the water.

"And, you need to get swim trunks that aren't white." A look of confusion flashes over the others face, seemingly not processing that he was wearing very see through boxers. Steve snorts as he shakes his head amused, "I've seen your balls more then I've seen your face dude." He teases as he moves getting out of the water. Figuring that they were done for the day. Pulling himself up from the side watching droplets of water fall on the cement from his trunks. Moving and tossing an extra towel towards the other, not bothering to grab his own knowing that he would be in the pool again.Watching the other toss the towel through his mane, giving him a second before he begins to wave his hand to get the other to follow him. Leading him to the shower area where he quickly shows him how to get the shower going before he was leaving the boy behind. Ignoring the way the other had gone silent all of a sudden, with a light blush over his face.

Steve on the other hand moves to the pool, right as the last of the guys were leaving. Closing the doors behind them. He sighs gently as he pops some of his tense bones before he's moving and gracefully diving in the water. Doing what he has been craving for over a hour. Just floating at the bottom of the pool and just letting everything drift away just for a few minutes. The stress of school, the stress of his father constantly on his shoulders and the anxiety of the Upside Down returning floating away along with the small bubbles of his breath let float up to the surface. Hair following a long with them as far as each strand could reach, before his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen and he's using his feet to push himself off from the bottom and gasping for air as he comes to the surface. Hair falling in front of his eyes as he moves swimming over to the pool side. Not as graceful as he normally would as he focuses on catching his breath. Distracted enough not to notice Eddie coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist in search of the clothes he had just left on ground.

Eddie didn't have much experience with water. He's of course gone swimming before, but that was when he was way younger and could get away with wearing ugly floaters around his arms and body; nor has he actually watched someone do said exercise. He thought he has seen Steve Harrington at his highest before his ultimate downfall. Like any tragic character in a Greek play. For once he was terribly wrong about the other boy. Steve Harrington flew under water with such Grace that it took his breathe away. Everything about the other was captivating, from the way his hair would be tossed back causing water droplets to fly through the air to the way his limbs would move as he just freely swims under the water before going to front strokes. Then a few normal laps before shifting to backstrokes.

Of all situations, Eddie never pictured himself staring star struck at Steve Harrington swimming while holding his pants and trying to run out of the door before he's caught ogling a jock. It would be a bit hypocritical of him to be caught staring at the forbidden fruit that he made sure to announce publicly numerous times he would never touch. He would not fall for such a sun, but as he lets the door click behind him holding his clothes tightly to his chest, wet boxers over his left arm and a towel tightly wrapped around his waist he was tempted. Felt like Adam and Eve as they were given the one thing god told them they weren't allowed to. Letting a shaky breath out he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to slow his racing heart and calm that overwhelming feeling flowing through his veins. The same feeling that made him do flappy hands, jump up on tables or make goofy faces at the lost sheep of Hawkins high.

He's not sure how long he stays like this, maybe five minutes maybe ten. When he finally moves he realizes he forgot his shoes inside. Not thinking he had the strength or will power to do such a task he does the walk of shame to his van. Face red as he throws himself in the back. Thankful that no one was around to witness his lowest of lows. Pulling his skinny jeans up around himself was a task, especially with wet skin and no underwear. Grunting he has to adjust himself numerous times before he was able to pull his shirt over his chest and slide himself between the two front seats. Getting in the drivers side of the car as he turns the ignition. Right as the schools doors open, revealing Steve Harrington holding both his raggedy pairs of shoes in the air. Trying to catch his attention, which Eddie promptly ignores as he pulls out of the parking lot. Only wanting to leave the school and the numerously dangerous thoughts behind him.

One thing that stayed consistent with Eddie Munson, was that he was a runner.

*****

The next day Steve had participated in practice, earning some pitiful glances as he does. Word had spread around the team that he was on babysitter duty in a sense. All of them would do anything to be on their coaches good side but none of them were insane enough to teach Eddie Munson of all people how to swim. In their minds that was a losing battle waiting to happen. If the guy was as good at swimming as he was graduating. Due to Eddie running off without talking to Steve first, neither of them had communicated about when their next lesson would be. That was definitely going to be a problem, and one that Steve would have to solve fast before he was forced to do suicides. After one day of not hearing from him, and two days after their first lesson Steve makes it his mission to find the other to schedule one and to return his shoes.

It to his surprise it wasn't all that difficult to find Eddie Munson in the mix of Hawkins High. Well known amongst the younger grades for jumping up on tables and going on with loud and hilarious speeches and known for his drugs by the older grades he was on everyone's radar. This meant that Steve only had to ask a handful of kids if they had seen him to be pointed to the library. Somewhere that Steve didn't go all that often. He wasn't much of a reader, the words normally blurred and he couldn't focus long enough to read a book let alone a paragraph. The didn't even read the books that were assigned in English class, most times he would just take notes from someone who was reading it and write half assed essays on that.

The library was a reserved area, that raised his anxiety more then any place in the school. Everyone was silent in here and could easily sneak up on him. Something he didn't particularly enjoy. Biting his tongue he forces himself across the line that separated the hall from the library and makes his way in. Giving a tight smile to the kind librarian behind the desk who welcomes him cheerfully, and proceeds to move down aisles of books in search of this guy. What made the whole situation even more awkward was the fact that he was currently holding Munson's shoes. That he somehow had forgotten. God only knows.

The first five aisles he has no luck, instead he finds a book that was on the floor off to the corner. Almost ignoring it he decides to move and take care of it. Picking the book up curiously as his eyebrows furrow in curiosity. A cats face was seen on the lower half, faded into the picture of a guy standing near a cross in the background. The sky was red along with the authors name. Squinting his eyes he rubs his eyes a bit as the font starts to move around on him, a problem that didn't start until his first concussion back in freshman year. He always felt a bit nauseous when he forces himself to try reading something, and this was no different. Groaning annoyed he rubs his eyes a bit more deciding that if he was making his stomach upset with the brief glance he was going to at least know the title of the book.

"Problems Harrington?" The familiar voice snaps him from his staring contest with the cover. Moving his head up blinking a bit feeling a tad dizzy as he watches Eddie's face go a bit blurry on him. He shakes his head no as he begins to feel light headed. Closer to throwing up then what he had been a few moments ago. He can't really see that great, as he chuckles offering the book up for the other. Mumbling a soft 'here' letting the other take it away from him.

"Aww is Pet Cemetery to scary for you big boy?" The guy teases playfully. Leaning a bit close to him, like it was something he was trying to keep between the two of them. Though Steve didn't care if anyone else heard him. He snorts just a little bit at the others joke as he shakes his head no fighting to focus his eyes a bit.

"No- that's seriously the title?" He asks distracted looking down at the cover again trying to see if the words would form together now that he knew what they said. But still he was unable to read it out, even in Eddie's hand.

"Yeah... can you not read Harrington?" Eddie snorts as he moves to slide it back into a empty space between 'Carrie' and 'the shining' there is nothing malicious coming from his tone but he was obviously picking at some jock stereotype. Even though Steve had no desire to read nor did he ever have any enjoyment from the activity the joke still stung a bit. Rolling his eyes he moves the others shoes out for the other to take from him.

"So? You can't even swim Munson, the thing babies can do I don't want to hear it from you." He says a tad bitterly. Watching the way the other turns a little stunned. Eddies face scrunches up in a way of remorse as he takes his shoes back from the other. Currently wearing his Uncles boots that were two sizes to big. He opens his mouth a little as he pauses to think before he spoke. Something that was rare for him.

"Seriously? You don't know how to read?" He whispers to him with wide eyes. Once again he isn't asking to be mean, just out of shock and curiosity. How did the other past his drivers exam if you didn't know how to read?

Steve snorts, "I know how to read, Munson." Shaking his head as he glances down at the others footwear out of curiosity.

"Well then you can read?" Eddie is confused trying to piece the puzzle together.

"No, I can not." Steve says slowly, as if it was common sense. "The words they uh... well they don't sit still on the page when I'm looking down. One of the side effects of having four concussions." He's shy as he explains it but comes off a bit more bitter towards the end. Not enjoying the concussions. He doesn't enjoy the attention on his flaw as he quickly tries to change the subject. "Though, I'm not naming names, but someone sprinted out of the school without their shoes yesterday before we could decide on the next lesson?" Steve raises a eyebrow.

Eddie doesn't catch on to the social cue and was to distracted by the new information that he was receiving. "Holy shit? Four concussions? Do images do the same thing when you are looking at them? Like move around like animation and shit?" He asks innocently wide eyed as he moves to lean against the book shelf leaving his arms crossed, one of his fingers staying hooked into the shoes. Startled as the shelf he tries leaning against moves a little bit. Causing Steve to let a soft chuckle out, distracted by the others clumsiness to be annoyed by the other not dropping the topic he would much rather avoid. Eddie quickly moves to stand back up, figuring that it wouldn't be a good idea to lean against the unstable shelf. "Well good, because no one has evidence that I- er I mean someone? Ran out yesterday evening without their shoes on." Eddie says determinedly as he lets his head lean back a little. Sucking in his lip in a little, the only way Steve could describe him was that he looked like a frog making that facial expression.

"First off, no. I don't have my own personal Walt Disney up there drawing every frame to let the images move in my vision." He shakes his head as he drags a hand through his hair. Trying to be annoyed but that question brought more entertainment to this meeting then anything else. Distracting him from the fact that anything could creep up on them and he wouldn't have seen it coming. "Oh? Well why would I lie about such a thing Munson?" Steve teases curiously. Moving to lean himself against the other book frame. Only because he wanted to mess with the other. He crosses his arms a bit tighter around himself as the shelf doesn't shake and stays put. Smirking as he doesn't think about the space in-between them lacking inches.

"Damn it." Eddie curses. Acting as if that was the worst news he's ever heard, snapping the fingers from his free hand lousy as he comically swings the same around to the left in the same motion. "Here I thought you were a freak like me." He jokes with a huge grin on his face. Before huffing about to respond when the bell rings. Bringing both of them back to reality as Steve glances up at the bell before looking back at the other. All conversation dying between the two of them as the subject changes back to what it was originally intended to be.

"So? When did you want our next lesson?" Steve asks as he moves himself off from the frame and looks at the other with a slightly impatient look. Anxious about being late to practice.

"Hm- tomorrow. After school at four work for you?" Eddie asks. Earning a quick nod before Steve is quickly moving to leave. Not saying much more as he leaves a confused metal head behind him.

****

Four Ten sharp is when Eddie meets Steve near the pool. Late and annoyed as he starts to peel his clothes off in preparation of getting into the pool. Tired, and ready to go home for a nap Eddie was grumpy and a tad cranky. Steve quickly catches onto the others mood shift compared to the day before and was quick to accommodate for the other. Not forcing him to go outside, but stay inside where he helps him into the shallow end. Forcing him to let the water up to his chest to get used to the feeling so when he did go into the deep end it didn't freak him out. Steve had attempted to look up ways to teach someone how to swim, but with the shifting words didn't get that far. Total shocker right? Though the diagrams that were drawn over the papers did give him a slight understanding and they seemed to help with the other a lot more.

Eddie was also a lot less energetic, which meant that his limbs weren't flying all over the place. Causing water to go all over, and into Steve's eyes. Today was a lot more productive in a sense, but when Steve remembers the next step he is a bit hesitant. The other, like a piranha almost senses the others hesitation like it was blood in the water. "What?" He asks tightly and very much sour. Eyes squinting at the other as he expects something. Unsure of what, knew that whatever the other had planned was not a good idea.

"Well, it would help if you got used to not having your feet on the floor all the time." Steve draws off for a second as he adds. "And most times when someone's teaching someone how to swim they normally help the other up above water as they practice kicking." Steve explains as the other just listens. Jaw tense as he glares at the other. Even though Eddie was hearing the others words he wasn't really processing what the other was implying.

"Ok-" Eddie drags out for a second. "And?" He asks raising his eyebrow in a way that makes Steve get anxious and awkward about tossing this idea out there. Silence falls over the both of them, with the acceptation of the water filter going. Echoing and bouncing louder against the walls.

"Well, I was thinking that I help you get a hang of it. By picking you up a little and letting you kick and float without touching the ground." Steve explains shyly. Face a bit pink as he steps in the water a bit awkward. Eddie stares at him for a second before he breaks out into laughter.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking with me Harrington. That's the funniest thing I've heard all day," he snorts as his head throws itself back. As if he had his own gravitational force that Steve wasn't aware of. For a split second he forgets to feel embarrassed of annoyed by the others words. Rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms a bit as he glares at the other.

"Well they normally do this with five year olds, but someone is kind of a late bloomer you know?" Steve sasses back. Watches the way the others smile breaks. Shoulders tense up as he's about to give Steve a piece of his mind. But Steve quickly stops him, not in the mood for an argument. "Dude, it was just a idea. I wasn't going to do it without your permission. Besides it's not often I teach nineteen year olds how to swim, typically it's five year olds at the YMCA, where it's a lot more flexible with lessons. I want to get this done and over with just as much as you, so for the love of god don't break out into a speech that will cause my ears to bleed from annoyance." He rambles out quickly. Making sure not to give the other room for interrupting him. Eddie doesn't, just stands in his place. Water floating above his boxers and below his belly button as he stays still. Not tempted to go any deeper yet. He has but it wasn't something he was willing to do with Steve being next to him.

"Fine." Eddie grumbles as he moves sloshing the water around as he moves back a bit. Going a bit deeper but staying where he can touch as he turns back around to glare at the other. "I bet this won't even work." He sasses, cocking his head in a way that annoyed Steve a bit.

Steve doesn't hesitate to pick up on this. "Ok, I bet if it does work that you have to show up to one of my competitions."  He says with a raised eyebrow. Assuming the other would want to back track on his word. To his surprise the other doesn't hesitate as he grins. Face brightening as his wet curls fall in front of his eyes.

"And if it doesn't work, you have to-" Eddie pauses as he tries to think about what the other should do. Hesitating as he shifts his weight onto his other leg. "Dress up like a freak for a week Harrington." He grins mischievously. Steve snorts a little at the request as he moves a bit closer watching the others confidence dwindle a bit.

"Well then, let's get to it." Steve says clapping his hands a little. Preparing for everything to happen and nothing at all. It was Eddie he was talking about. Something that was easy for a three year to do possibly could be the hardest thing the other has ever done.

Eddies face is a light red as he starts to grow awkward. Limbs tensing and locking up as he stands in his spot trying to cower into himself. Steve shakes his head amused at the other as he pats the others shoulder playfully. The warmth contact was causing Eddie to lose just a few more brain cells. Stuttering over his words as Steve starts to manhandle him to a deeper spot of the water. Where only the other could barely touch, just with his toes. Not only was Eddie's anxiety raising about not being able to touch the bottom his heart was racing. The smell of chlorine was now much closer to his face, with the water being up to his chin now. Turning his head he gives in and tries to trust Steve who has only been saying assuring things. Not trying push the other to far Steve stays close with the other.

His hand moves down to the dip of Eddie's waist and that's when he loses it. Eddie quickly splashes over to a bit of a shallow part, where the water was below his chest so that he could breathe. His lungs were working fast as he attempts to catch his breath, heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Steve was by his side in seconds as he carefully places a hand on the others back and gently rubs some of the tension away. Once again Eddie felt like he was standing under the tree, with the forbidden fruit right above his face close to his nose. Scratch that, he felt like Isaac Newton purposely dropped this apple on his god damn head. Leaving a huge bump behind that made his head spin and question everything he knew. Because there was this gravitational pull towards Steve that Eddie seemed to really like. Problem was, a bit too much. There was something about the boy that was once again sending butterflies to his stomach.

It takes a few minutes for him to calm down, curls damp and swinging all over. Overwhelming him a bit as he fights with his curls a bit. Steve snaps his fingers in excitement confusing Eddie even more. Standing put as he watches the other throw himself out of the pool and return with a hair tie. That was tightly wrapped around his wrist as he hops back down and pulls it off to give to the other boy. For the few seconds that it was on his skin it left a small indent that caught Eddie's attention. Forcing him to look at the numerous freckles that scattered his skin. Thinking about how he could kiss one and find another within a inch a way. Shaking his head a little at the thought he takes the hair tie confused. Looking at Steve in a questioning way, unsure what he was supposed to do.

Steve snorts at the others reaction as he moves forward carefully and takes the band back as he moves around the other. Carefully holding the others curls and pulling it up just as lightly. Accidentally tugging at his scalp in the process as Eddie jokes. "Careful Harrington, I might just like that." His tone his playful, the words slipping from his mouth before he could think. He doesn't catch the way the other stares dumbly at the other, his mouth falling open in confusion. Eyes scrunching up just the same.

"Why would you like your hair being pulled?" Steve asks in confusion. Tilting his head to the side so he could glance at the others face. Eddies face once again goes a light pink as he realizes the joke went over the others head.

"Aw are you vanilla big boy?" He teases hoping to get the other to understand what he was saying. The joke must have gone over Steve's head flying a couple of miles before returning and slapping him upside the head. Relocation hits the jock as his face grows red.

"Um? Yeah?" He says awkwardly. Laughing some how even more awkwardly. Eddie just wants to slap himself in the face. Realizing the joke didn't land like he had hoped. Instead the idea that Steve was gentle in bed had been planted into his head and the idea was bouncing over different sides of his brain. God, he's sure he has a devil on one shoulder and a Angel on the other right now. Whispering different things in his ear as Steve's hands are in his curls pulling it up before stepping back. Creating a distance between the two as he inspects his handy work. "Alright that should hold for now." He says softly. The question of why Steve had hair ties on him, when no one else he knew had long hair was left unsaid.

"Let's try a more shallow part hm?" Steve smiles kindly. Never making Eddie feel stupid about the irrational fear. He doesn't want to argue or make the other upset so he follows again. As much as he just wanted to curl up in the corner and have a panic attack. He moves as Steve once again attempts to get him to relax. Eddie does, but his limbs tense up again as Steve helps him get into a position to help him swim. Which ends up with Eddie moving to his knees, skin scraping against pool floor as he wills himself not to get a boner. God that would be one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen. Though he's sure it wouldn't be much of one with the cold water.

He doesn't allow himself to look up at the other, knowing that would tempt him to make numerous jokes. Instead he follows every word the other says. Treating each one like it was from the gospel until he finds himself being pushed a little deeper in the water once he realizes it's not that bad. They are still in a shallow part as Steve moves down to his own knees sitting right next to him. Demonstrating the way to move his arms, the way to kick his legs before he's moving and he has two arms underneath Eddie. Helping him with guidance as Eddie starts to sloppily move in the water. For a second Eddie thinks he's won the bet, until something clicks and he's swimming a lot better then what he was. He doesn't realize that he no longer has the other next to him until he's on the side of the pool. Excitement fills him as he bounces up and down like a toddler.

"Oh my god I did it!" His voice scratches a bit as he jumps up and down bouncing more like he was in a bouncy cheer. Smiling brightly as his hair falls from the condiment the other put it in. Steve has a soft smile on his face as he shakes his head amused, moving to stand next to the other happily. Before the realization hits Eddie that the other was not next to him the entire time. "Oh my god, I could have died." He panics gripping onto the side of the pool like he wasn't currently touching the pool floor.

Steve rolls his eyes playfully as he laughs, "Eddie you were fine. Besides you can still touch the bottom. If you drowned that would've been the most dumbest thing I have ever seen in my life." He teases. Eddie glares at him as he opens his mouth to argue but Steve is interrupting him. "Besides, you lost the bet. Which means you, will be going to my competition tomorrow." He grins mischievously. Looking smug as he watches the other. Eddies words die on his tongue as he realizes the consequences to his actions.

His poor heart was not going to be able to handle this.

****

Shockingly there was not much of a crowd for this competition. Seemed like all the sports enthusiasts were more excited about football then swimming. Though the crowd was a decent sized, big enough to where Eddie could somehow blend in with them. Not looking out of place sitting by himself off to the corner, though he still wasn't completely fitting in with his awkward stance. Legs spread out a bit as he leans forward, copying the movement he's seen his Uncle do whenever he watches a football game. The holes over his knees were starting to rip more and his thighs ached a little from this stance so he soon gives up as he starts to fidget anxiously. He doesn't know what to expect but he doesn't want Steve to think that he doesn't care? Just because he was only here for a bet doesn't mean he didn't care.

Well he really shouldn't care about this swim competition as much as he did. It went against every single moral he's ever formed within the last few years of high-school. But yet here he was. Eddie Munson sitting in all his glory excitedly waiting to watch Steve grace this audience with the way he gracefully moved in the water. He already caught a few kids randomly placed around the room whispering together as they point at him. Not being discreet, raising his anxiety more. Causing his hands to shake and fidget between his thighs. Moving his numerous rings around his fingers as he stares a hole into the water. Time passes by slowly, and when the swim teams start to walk out he wishes that time would move faster so that he could see the guy he was here for.

Every single guy had a rubber cap on to hold their hair in place, no hair on their bodies, and very tight speedos that didn't leave any imagination for any of them. Thing was, steve had never worn any speedo when they were swimming together. He normally wore a ugly pair of swim trunks and left his hair out. It was probably breaking all sort of rules but it didn't seem like he cared. So it was a cultural shock when his eyes finally land on the guy. He was a bit more pudgier then the rest of the guys which meant easier identification on Eddie's part. Though like the others he looked like he had recently shaved his body. Little chest hairs had been poking out across his skin the last time Eddie had seen him. Now as he stands up excitedly smiling brightly at Steve who looks shocked to see him, he realizes that no one was whistling or yelling out for Steve. Turning his head confused he looks through the crowd and quickly catches onto the fact that he was the one and only person in the Harrington cheer squad.

Deciding to take that with pride, he was already here why not embarrass himself a bit more as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and whistles louder then everyone else. Heads turning towards him as he does. Even the whole swim team was looking at him as he hops up on a step like he was giving a speech during lunch. "Kick some ass Harrington!" He doesn't have to yell. His voice is loud and cuts through everyone else's as it echos through the room. He hears a couple of parents yell at him for cursing in front of their precious kin, but he was sure they've heard far worst. A older referee came over and scolding him as well, giving him a warning. Though it was all worth it to watch Steve brighten up. Smiling shyly and growing awkward as the guys on the team tease him about the freak being his cheerleader. Though Steve doesn't care, it was one more person cheering for him then the last fifty competitions he's been to. He would rather take one then none.

Beaming as if the sun was shining out of his ass he waves at Eddie playfully winking before his attention is being forced back to the water. Getting situated in a line as the rules were explained. He stretches his limbs a bit, unaware that he was causing Eddie to have a full blown crisis from behind him. The metal head had been to busy putting up a show to pay attention to what the other was wearing. Now nothing was distracting him from the skin tight black speedo. That did not leave much imagination to the others ass. Eddie was sure if he stared long enough he could see every freckle or dimple on the guys ass and that was going to be a huge problem. Barely able to breathe everything happens so fast. One second Steve is standing dry off to the side and the next he was in the water. Moving ahead of most of the other guys currently in the water. Limbs moving a lot faster then what they normally did when he was with Eddie.

Sure, Eddie's been next to the other numerous times in the water but he had been to busy trying not to die to notice the way the others muscles would flex. The way the water droplets would fall down his skin as he moved, the glossy way his lips looked as he gasped for air. Eddie was not having any clean thoughts as he watched the boy swim. There were numerous other guys he could be staring at right now. Those who were more his type, but instead here he was eye fucking Steve Harrington as he swam like his life depended on it. He's letting out a distressed whine when it's all over and he doesn't understand what's happening. People are up and clapping and he's awkwardly copying what they were doing. Standing up and glancing over at other family's to make sure he was doing this right. Clapping before he's whistling not so loudly as he moves over to a mother who was holding a toddler up.

It's a bit loud as he asks gently, "sorry to bother you, but I don't understand a thing about swim competitions what happened?" He asks. Face a light pink as he keeps clapping his hands. Watching the way the toddler in her arms smiles waving at him. He returns the gesture as the woman hesitates for a second. Surprised that he was asking her of all people. She was young, way to young to be a mother but Eddie didn't really care. Now that he was paying attention he seen the way other mothers were moving their children away from her like they had been for him. She smiles shyly as she shifts the kid to her other hip.

"Well, I don't understand all that much either but the guy you were cheering for got second place." She smiles kindly as Eddie nods giving her a thumbs up.

"Thank you m'aam. This will save me a lot of time." He grins cheerfully as he moves starting to hop down the bleachers. Careful not to slip on the floor that was soaked with water. Moving excitedly to wait near the room Steve would be coming out of. He fidgets with the chains that were constantly clicking around as he watches numerous guys coming out. Until it's finally the person he came for.

Steve's hair was a bit of a mess, damp but very attractive. A tighter polo was on with a pair of loose sweatpants. They didn't really go together but Eddie wasn't going to point that out as he pushes himself off the wall that he was waiting on. Walking right next to the other as he grins.

"So- that was impressive." He beams moving into the others space playfully bumping his shoulder. Steve looks at him with a soft smile growing shy and awkward under the others praise.

"Oh? And what could Eddie Munson, this biggest hater of sports possibly like about my swim competition?" He teases playfully. Moving away from the other for a split second before giving in and letting the other into his space. Running a hand through his hair as he grows nervous under the attention the other was giving him, and the confusion. Unsure if the other was fucking with him or actually enjoyed the competition. Though he regrets even questioning the others reasoning as the other shamelessly becomes more dramatic. Moving his limbs with purpose as he pretends to be in distress.

"Oh Steve Harrington, where should I possibly begin. Oh! The rubber was such an etiquette fashion statement that struck me to the core. The way the water moved down your hairless body had my knees ah shaking and my loins ah screaming. My dreams will be blessed for years and my children will know of this day that changed my life forever. My first born child shall be named after -" Eddies rambling as Steve's face grows red. Quickly he shoves the other playfully to interrupt his speech before fighting back the slight laughter from the fake southern accent. It was embarrassing to listen to the other but it was hilarious.

"Oh shut up you," he returns in a equally horrible southern accent. Grinning as Eddie smiled shyly at him. Moving his hair in front of his face as he does. His mouth had been moving before he could think and he was happy to know that Steve wouldn't hit him the second he came off a bit more gay then normal. But once again that gravitational pull towards Steve made his brain orbit around space, with no thought behind his eye. Which also meant he wasn't thinking of the deadly consequences that could appear from his shameless flirting. Though he was willing to be the Icarus to Steve's sun if that meant he could see the others shy smile as goofy side.

Eddies letting soft laughter go as he shrugs bashfully. Moving a curl behind his ear as they walk out of the school. A silence had fallen between them, it wasn't awkward but rather pleasant. Made Eddie's stomach do flips and made Steve confused. The feeling of something blossoming in Steve Harrington's veins was concerning, and he felt like it was a drug he couldn't kick. The withdrawals from his last love had just kicked and now here he walked with a new craving. A new addiction forming as he walked next to Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson might just become his new bag of cocaine. Hyper and euphoric which would only ruin his heart with long term use. The scary part was Steve couldn't place a name behind the feeling he was having, and like any other addict denial was his first step to realization.

***

With graduation coming up and Steve’s hope of going off to college soon they started to meet a little more frequently for lessons. By this point Eddie was finally able to swim by himself. Not as afraid to be in the deep end they had been able to relax a bit and work on his strength in the water. The lessons went from mandatory to optional and Steve was more then willing to keep taking time for the other. Every day had been filled with flirting and laughs. Shoving each other in the pool and just being boys.

Today on the other hand was different. Steve didn’t really feel like swimming, and if he did he would much rather sit at the bottom of the pool and drown. He had gotten the response papers from every college he applied to and was denied at every single one. Which was some how a record, as every one he knew got denied numerous times but were accepted happily by a community college. Even those didn’t want him. His father had forced him to apply to all of the bigger schools that by times he applied for the community ones they had been filled up already. Now he wasn’t going anywhere but straight to work.

Over the time he’s taught Eddie, the other has been able to read his body language. The way Steve’s shoulders tensed up and the way he sulked walking out of the locker rooms with his trunks and a shirt on said a lot. Steve was a confident guy and never wore a shirt, today the confidence was lackluster at most and Eddie was concerned for him. For someone he dare say be classified as a friend? He smiles gently as he moves to the other catching onto the others reluctance of going into the pool.

“Everything okay Harrington?” Eddie asks curiously. Recognizing that the other got like this sometimes, but normally he would be a little jumpy and anxious. Watching their surroundings. This time he seemed only upset and lost in his head. A quality trait Steve wasn’t known for.

“Yeah- just got denied from every single college I applied for.” He snorts bitterly as he moves to sit on the side of the pool to put his feet in the cold water. Not even that was bringing him much joy. Eddie felt like he was being punched in the gut. He was equally or even more upset then the other because he was upset. If silly, goofy and dopey Steve Harrington was down and gloomy then there was no hope for the rest of the world. The sun mind as well set and the rain clouds should start to form to create a horrible storm. Eddie doesn’t know what to say as he stands there stunned. Out of everyone he would have thought Steve would be the one to leave Hawkins the fastest. Obviously not wanting to be tied down and wanting to travel.

“Oh Stevie,” he says gently. The nickname slipping for the first time as he sits next to the other. Placing a hand on the others shoulder for comfort. Ignoring the way the other grows a bit awkward and tense from the physical contact, obviously not used to it before he’s relaxing. None of the words he wanted to say were coming out. Even if he was able to say them, they would’ve been to intimate for two guys to say to each other. Melting into himself he moves a little closer offering as much as he can. Before he pauses and thinks. “Well let’s get out of here, have you ever smoked before Harrington?” He asks gently.

Steve turns his head at the other with a snort, “We’ve smoked numerous times together Munson.” He says bitterly. Eddie doesn’t take it to heart knowing that there wasn’t any thing mean targeted towards him. Though Eddie grins a mischievous look that causes Steve to melt and forget his troubles just for a split second.

“No Harrington, my dear friend those are cigarettes. I was talking about the sweet leaf, the magnum opus of all natures, the prettiest girl I’ve ever met- Mary Jane, Steve. Have you ever smoked pot?” Eddie asks gently. Watching realization hit the other. Moving his head to stare dumbly at Eddie. Nodding his head after a moment.

“Yeah with Tommy, why-” before he can ask to many questions Eddie is pushing himself up and making a attempt to pull the other up. Grunting as he gives up once he realizes the other was to heavy for him to move.

“Jesus, do you eat Rocks Harrington? Come on? I’ll take you back to mine and smoke you out. You look like you need a smoke.” He laughs gently as he watches Steve hesitate. Before standing up and following instructions. It might have gone to Eddie’s head a little bit with the Jock following and hanging on every instruction he told him. Steve returns a few minutes later and then they are walking out of the school. Steve going to his own car to follow Eddie. Who was absolute chaos when on the road.

Eddies hair was still hanging up in a small bun, something he had prepared for swimming but now it was just up to be up. Enjoying the slight breathe on the back of neck as he hops out of his van. Watching Steve park next to him before waving at him to follow along. Steve had never gone to the Munson residence but it was how he imagined it. It wasn’t that difficult to imagine how Eddie’s room would like either as he was lead there. Not giving much time to take in the rest of the trailer. Steve just follows along feeling a bit like a Zombie.

Moving he sits hesitantly on the others bed as he just listens to the other talk. That was enough to brighten his mood a little. Eddie was like his personal antidepressant right now and he was so grateful. Laughing gently at a joke before he’s handed the joint. That was neatly wrapped and ready. He moves inhaling and releasing the smoke, coughing a bit as it had been a while since he’s properly smoked pot. Handing the thing back to Eddie he lets the other talk his head off. Joking about how Coach Winchester talked to how some of the teachers walked. All of it was goofy and exactly what Steve was looking for. Time started to pass by slowly and the only thing Steve could see was Eddie Munson sitting right in front of him. Glowing, and smiling brightly as his hands waved around like he was orchestrating a orchestra. At some point the giggles start to happen and the two are just making fun of each other. Not in a malicious way.

Huddling closer together as smoke swarmed around them. Making everything blurred together as they either stared at the ceiling or at each other while talking. They both felt like they were finally apart of the solar system that they had been orbiting around for weeks now and it was glorious. Eddies knuckles were constantly brushing up against the others side, and moving up his arm as he talks. Causing goosebumps to form up Steve’s body and shivers to take habitat in his spine. Steve was giggling and laughing at everything as he could barely keep his eyes open for to long anymore.

It’s probably around midnight when the laughter dies down and it turns a bit serious. “Steve?” Eddie says softly.

“Yeah?” He asks gently. Turning his head towards the other but not opening his eyes. That would take to much effort and Eddie found it adorable. With this distance he could see every detail of the others face and he makes a promise to himself that before he dies he was going to paint the others face. Whether it be on a canvas just for him or on a huge wall for the whole world to see exactly what he was seeing. The perfect imperfections of Steve Harrington.

“You have next year you know?” Eddie says gently.

“For what?” Steve asks confused. Forgetting about the reason why he came here in the first place.

“For what?” He asks curiously. Humming as he moves his body a bit to get comfortable on the others bed.

“To well- you know? Apply for college?” Eddie says softly. “If I can repeat senior year for the third time I believe you can make it to a college somewhere.” He breathes out. Breath smelling like weed that hits Steve’s face. Who doesn’t react as he opens his eyes meeting the others eyes. A tension falling in the air. So thick that Eddie thinks he could cut a knife through it. Create a donut like Scooby Doo did in that one episode on the ghost ship. Then the seriousness is all gone as he begins to giggle and laugh, bringing up Scooby Doo seemingly out of nowhere.

****

Just like any star that aligned, they slowly depart from each other. That’s the only way the two boys could describe it. They were close and then slowly drifting apart at sea. Neither of them had seen it coming until it was their last swim lesson. The ache in both of their chests heavy. Eddie knew the reason behind his while Steve felt like a confused child trying to figure it out. Here he sat naive to his and Eddie’s feelings. Both of them growing awkward as they both accepted they wouldn’t see each other anymore. Steve would be going off to work and Eddie would be returning to high-school again next year. Which is exactly how it happens. Eddies unspoken crush starts to blossom more, before withering away. Passing scoops ahoy on purpose, trying to gather courage to walk in and talk to the other. But that was a suicidal mission he quickly discovered.

The uniform Steve Harrington was now wearing had much more cloth then the swim uniform he wore but it still brought an embarrassing reaction out of Eddie who would sneak by to steal glances. Noticing the slight chest hair popping out from the top to the way his shorts made his ass look. Every time he would gather courage to go in and talk, there was always a group of girls talking to Steve Harrington. Who was obviously flirting with them shamelessly.

What was once a gravitational pull became a repellent that Eddie wasn’t sure he could ever be able to push through. And what his great mentor Ozzy had said had come true. Something he was sure him and Steve could prove wrong, even if it meant they were only friends for the rest of their life’s.

Nothing lasts forever

[steddiealltheway]

(So, idk if anyone has ordered or seen the Scoops Ahoy costumes from Amazon or whatever, but the shorts for Robin are tight and short. But the shorts for Steve are like the ones seen in the show. Which leads me to this thought…)

Steve’s first day at Scoops Ahoy is… alright?

Actually, it’s pretty miserable.

Scooping ice cream is way harder than it looks. And for some reason he can’t get that perfect rounded shape. It just comes out in pieces that he has to mash into cups and balance on top of cones.

Plus, he’s pretty sure his coworker hates him.

Her name is Robin, and she scowls and dramatically points at her name tag when he asks for it. To make matters worse, they apparently went to high school together, but he doesn’t have the vaguest memory of her. (To be fair, they did not run in the same social circles with her being in band and even theatre and with Steve being “King Steve.”)

But for some reason, she loves to poke fun at him especially when he fails to get any girl’s number. It’s like the Harrington charm radiates through his hair which is blocked by the stupid hat.

But what he really notices only an hour into their eight hour shift is the way she’s tugging at her shorts. She digs her fingers under the elastic band around her thighs as if trying to stretch them out, and she’s constantly trying to pull them down as they begin to ride up.

And really, Steve not trying to perv or anything, but she’s make quite a bit of a fuss with the whole thing, cursing under her breath and obviously really uncomfortable.

So, when the store is fairly empty, Steve turns to her and asks, “Do you want to change shorts with me?”

For the first time, Robin laughs. Loudly. She even snorts at the idea. But her laughter quickly dies down when she realizes Steve isn’t laughing. “Wait, you’re serious?”

Steve shrugs. “Yeah. You look uncomfortable. And hey, I’ve worn way worse to basketball practice, plus I had to wear speedos when I was on the swim team.”

Robin’s nose scrunches up. “Gross.”

Steve puts his hands on his hips and huffs, “Do you want to switch or not?”

She takes a few seconds to stare at Steve, clearly suspicious of an ulterior motive. But then, she curses and starts tugging at elastic band again. “Okay! Fine. But we’re not getting change in the same room.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he heads to the back room. “I wasn’t suggesting that.”

In the end, Steve is left to change in the damn freezer storage area while Robin gets the whole break room. But he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so he sucks it up and doesn’t complain. (Although he really really wants to.)

He waits for her to knock on the door to signal she’s ready, looking down at the shorts. They’re not horrible, but he can understand why Robin was uncomfortable - as they’re already stretching over his ass and thighs while starting to ride up beyond mid thigh.

Even after she knocks, Steve asks, “Ready for me to come out?”

He thinks he hears her laugh about that for some reason before she answers, “Yeah!”

He steps into the room and glances down at her new shorts momentarily before nodding. “Better?”

Robin smiles slightly and nods before heading back out to the main area.

Steve follows behind her. “Hey, they gave me two pairs of these. I can give you the extra pair to wear and keep during our next shift together.”

Robin turns to him and narrows her eyes. “What are you asking for in return?”

“Nothing,” Steve says, eyebrows furrowed. He hopes she understands that he really means it and won’t hold this over her head like an asshole.

She just stares at him for a few seconds before almost wondrously saying, “Huh.”

Luckily, she seems to relax for the first time since their shift started.

After this, the teasing from before has less of an edge to it, but it becomes relentless. Steve almost thinks that maybe this is the start of a wonderful friendship. But Robin would never want that from him.

He only changes his mind about this later when Eddie Munson walks into the store while Steve is cleaning the tables. He accidentally knocks over a napkin and bends over to pick it up, feeling his shorts ride up.

When he stands up, he’s met with a pink faced Munson who stares at him - or rather his ass - with wide eyes.

“See something you want to sample?” Steve asks honestly a bit against his will because it’s part of the Scoops Ahoy greeting. (Only for some reason, he’s unable to get any other part of the greeting out.)

Eddie’s pink face turns red as his eyes snap up to Steve’s. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he quickly breathes out, “I need to leave.”

When the boy practically runs out the store, Steve naturally glances over his shoulder at Robin, trying to gauge if she just saw what he did.

She’s already laughing behind the counter saying between bouts of laughter, “See something you want to sample?”

Steve huffs and feels a blush rise to his cheeks. “Shut up,” he mumbles out, throwing the napkin away before returning behind the counter. “I’m never asking that again.”

But as Robin continues to laugh, Steve can’t help but join in a little, wondering if maybe she would like to be friends and if Eddie will ever come back.

So, maybe his first day wasn’t pretty miserable or just alright. Maybe it was perfect.

[shushmal]

steddie request! pre steddie during a pool day eddie feels cute aggression and bites the back of steve's shoulder and surprises him

It should be ILLEGAL, Eddie thinks, for Steve Harrington to allowed out into polite company, much less in a community pool where innocent eyes could gaze upon him. Objectively, sure, Eddie knows that those little pink swim shorts aren't any more scandalous that what anyone else is wearing today. Ted Wheeler is knocked out on a lounge chair with only a speedo. But it's Steve. And Eddie's doing his best to rehab his image in Hawkins, so drooling after the local Harrington prince wasn't going to help.

Never mind that it was Steve who drug Eddie out into Satan's crack that is Indiana summer in August. He'd made a good case about it, too—something, something, being seen doing good in front of all the moms at the community pool, something, something, Holly's birthday party, yada yada. Honestly, Eddie didn't hear most of it, lost in Steve's stupid, beautiful brown eyes.

What was Eddie going to say? No?? Be for real.

That was how Eddie found himself sat on a deck chair (thankfully one with an umbrella), in his jeans next to a cooler, handing little girls juice boxes and snacks when demanded of him.

Holly Wheeler must befriends with the entire elementary school, Jesus Christ.

Steve himself, in his aforementioned pink swim trunks, was playing as pool jungle gym and had kids crawling all over him. It helped a lot to keep Eddie from drooling after him, but didn't do a lot for Eddie's heart.

Worse than Steve being hot, was Steve being cute. Eddie couldn't take it. He was going to die.

Steve had one of the smaller kids perched on his hip, held safely up out of the splash zone, while the rest of the hoard took turns climbing up onto his shoulders and using him like a diving board, his free hand guiding them safely into the water as they jumped. It looked like hell to Eddie, but Steve was grinning ear to ear, rating each jump with a booming cheer that had all the kids screaming around him with each splash.

"Um, excuse me," snaps a little girl in front of Eddie. He glances down and feels like he's looking at a mini Erica Sinclair, her hands on her hips and scowling. A chilling sight.

"Whatcha need, shrimp?" Eddie sighs, flipping the cooler lid up to take another order. "We're out of red barrels, and our stock of blue is going fast."

She eyes him skeptically for a moment before her little shoulders slump. "Fine, I guess I'll take the blue."

"Here you go," he says, pulling the foil off for her since little wrinkled baby fingers have yet to manage it all day. "Now be gone with ye."

Treating him with another incredibly bitchy look for a third grader, she bounds off just as a shadow appears over Eddie. A wet arm hooks over Eddie's shoulders, just as Steve crashes into the deck chair beside him, too small for two nearly full grown men, the plastic creaking ominously. Steve is practically in Eddie's lap.

"Harrington, what the fuck," Eddie squawks, cold pool water soaking into his clothes because Steve is dripping wet.

"What the language, Munson," Steve says, still grinning, looking at Eddie with those brown eyes. His face is round and a little pink, and he's so close that Eddie can see the faint trail of summer freckles across his nose. He's so beautiful, and he looks so happy and excited to have Eddie's attention. "There's little ears—OW WHAT THE FUCK!"

Eddie opens his jaw and yanks his head back, almost as shocked with himself as Steve. He can taste pool water in his mouth. There's a line of pink teeth-marks on Steve tanned shoulder.

"Uh," Eddie says.

"Did..." Steve starts. He leans back a little, still half in Eddie's lap, to gape down at him. "Did you just... bite me?"

"Y-Yeah," Eddie breathes. "Whoops."

"Whoops?" Steve repeats, brows high on his forehead. "Why the hell did you bite me?"

"You're very bitable." Eddie's going to drown himself in the pool at this rate. "You're too cute. I had to bite you."

He watches as Steve's eyes narrow, watches as Steve begins to suss him out. Eddie's still too shocked with himself to do anything, can't even panic, because he's that much of an idiot and his brain has gone completely offline. Because Eddie bit Steve Harrington and then called him cute, Jesus Humphrey Christ.

Then Steve leans down, slowly, until his face is right in Eddie's, and an insane thought goes through Eddie's brain. I bit Steve Harrington, told him he was cute, and now he's going to kiss me.

Except Steve bypasses Eddie's face and lands his lips against Eddie's neck, where he then tries to take his own pound of flesh.

Eddie screeches.

Distantly, he recognizes what a weird blessing it is that they're at the community pool, surrounded half the elementary school, all of them screeching and screaming and splashing. Everyone is completely oblivious to whatever homosexual nightmare is happening to Eddie right now.

"You're pretty cute yourself, Ed," Steve says into the small space next to his ear. And then he's up and standing between one breath and the next. "We really gotta teach you some manners though," he says, grinning, before he turns and dives into the pool.

"Y-Yeah," Eddie says weakly in his absence. He can feel Steve's spit on his neck, rapidly drying the summer heat, the bite mark aching with promise.

[rebelspykatie]

Part 1 of 2 🧦🧵

Part 2 | AO3

It’s the socks that break his resolve. Of course it’s the socks.

The first time he saw them, he wasn’t even sure what he was feeling. Steve Harrington waltzing into gym class in those knee high white socks wasn’t what Eddie expected to solidify his sexuality during the crisis phase of sophomore year, but he knew what he felt in that moment would change him forever. The way he couldn’t take his eyes off them. How he finally understood the whispers he heard from girls in the hallways. That fluttering in his stomach when Steve ran past his spot on the bleachers. 

There was no going back after that. Sophomore year was just the awakening. Over the years it turned into an obsession, the way he made sure he was in the building whenever Steve might be wearing them at gym class or during a game. He was disappointed when he showed up and Steve was sporting ankle socks, grumbling about it the whole way home, but staying to watch either way. 

It didn’t escape his notice that Steve looked hot in anything. Those small green shorts left little to the imagination. But there was something about the socks that did it for him. The way they stood out, perfect white against his tan skin. How they hugged his calves and the material strained to fit over muscles. The colored rings around the top bleed dull from the stretch of the fabric. The direct connection they had to his burgeoning sexuality emerging during that fateful gym class. 

Maybe it was the peak of leg hair inching out over the tops. A rare sight in the fall when he’s shaved hairless for swim season. Eddie gets a different thrill during that time of the year, hiding under the bleachers to watch Steve in his tiny speedo. But no, basketball season was more his speed. Pretending he’s there to sell while camping out to catch a glimpse of Steve in small shorts and knee highs. 

By senior year, he knows Steve hangs out at the Forest Hills park with some of the other guys from the basketball team. And this time he wasn’t even seeking him out, he just happened to be passing by after school on his way home and honed in on Steve’s car in the parking lot. If he camps out in that park to sell that summer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Steve, it’s no one’s business but his own. 

When Starcourt happens, it makes Eddie’s life easier. He doesn’t have to sneak around in a mall, he can blend in and fade into the crowd without anyone knowing his true reason for showing up in that overcrowded nightmare fuel of a place. He can sip on his orange Julius and watch as Steve flirts with everyone that comes into Scoops. He waits patiently for Steve to take his turn cleaning, bent over the tables with his back to the entrance, calves pulled taunt as he bends to pick up garbage from around booths. The socks aren’t quite as high as the Hawkins gym issued ones, but they’re still putting on a good show. 

He’s pretty sure Steve never caught wind of his presence, how he’s creeped on him for years harboring an idiotic crush. Borderline stalking. There’s no recognition on his face when Eddie holds a bottle to his throat while he’s running for his life. After surviving, they become friends and somehow that’s worse than being a nobody to Steve. 

Suddenly, he’s up close and personal with everything he’s been watching from afar. He doesn’t get to see his beloved socks for a long time, but it doesn’t mean that Steve isn’t torturing him. There are pool parties where he suffers through another round of tight shorts, this time dripping wet and clinging to areas Eddie desperately wants to see. There are movie nights in the dead of summer, Steve shirtless and hairier than ever, lounging across the couch and inches away from Eddie’s twitchy hands. There are sleepovers where Eddie gets to witness a sleep ruffled Steve blearily searching for coffee with his hair standing at a truly incredible height off his head. 

All of it was just a dumb crush, something he tried to hide away. There’s no way Steve feels the same. He resigns himself to exposure therapy, hoping with enough time it’ll go away. As if he hasn’t spent five years watching from afar as Steve grows into a man and becomes the kind of person Eddie wants to bring home at night. 

So of course, because the universe is a cruel bitch that never lets Eddie off easy, it’s the socks that break his resolve. They’re going to the county fair, all the teens, and Steve shows up in tiny little blue shorts with dumb knee high socks. Eddie’s brain is completely fried by the time he’s even out of his van. They’re the same stark white he remembers, with three blue rings around the top, stretched to their limits, just like Eddie’s restraint. He’s even wearing a gray Hawkins high basketball shirt, like he’s aware that he’s stepping right into Eddie’s dirty little fantasy. 

It’s slow torture, following him around the fair, acting like he’s not effected every time he catches a glimpse of Steve. Redirecting his line of sight every time Steve turns around and avoiding Robin’s knowing gaze. The inside of his cheek is sore from biting it to stop himself from opening his big, dumb mouth. 

He’s so, so well behaved until they get home. Everyone else heading out and leaving him and Steve alone. All it takes is Steve reaching for a glass in the kitchen, on tiptoes, his own private show, socks moving with the flex of his calves, for his restraint to snap. He lets out a moan before he even knows it’s happening, freezing in the dead silence, his own stupidity echoing in his head. When Steve turns around and looks at him with that adorable surprised puppy look, he’s a goner, crossing the room and spinning Steve around to trap him against the counter, glass clutched in his hand. 

“You and these damn socks, Harrington.”

Steve sets the glass down, but doesn’t push Eddie away. In fact, he pulls Eddie closer, wrapping a hand around his neck, “I thought you’d never get the hint.” And kisses him.

Part 2 | AO3

[formosusiniquis]

today is a new day to find you

Eddie is having the worst day known to man. It might qualify as a catastrophic event. Missing homework, lunch spilled on the cafeteria floor, broken strings at band practice, and that's not even touching Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who keeps talking to him like they're friends. Steve Harrington who has become a new person overnight. Steve Harrington who keeps making hypotheticals about time loops. Steve Harrington who is somehow the best and worst part of his day.

AKA my @steddiebang fic!!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Tommy Hagan & Steve Harrington & Carol Perkins; Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler; Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson WC: 57K | Rated M | Tags/Themes: Time Loop, Sort of No Upside Down AU, Angst w/Happy Ending, King Steve Growth Arc

Check out my fantastic artists who brought this fic to life, I've been so blessed to have them pick out my fic to make art for! You can find @sammichtastic on twitter at sammichesnstuff and her piece here! You can find @milkychai on twitter too at at milkychai and their piece here!

And a special thank you to my Beta @rainingingeorgia who really helped whip what you're seeing into shape!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five (FINISHED)

It was, in a word, fucked that he had to take gym a second time along with the rest of senior year. It was, in several words, absolutely fucking bullshit because he had actually passed gym the first time. Surely, his senior gym credit should still count, even if he’d treated it like office hours to set up deals with meatheads in a venue that didn’t actively put him in harm's way. Well, mostly out of harm’s way, as the blood spotting his uniform shirt can attest.

Hell, there were some days his last block gym class was the only one he’d attend. Slipping in with the bell at 2:15 in time to be the last one in the locker room and out on the line for attendance. Now he’s being forced back through it for what? No seriously, for what? Surely there was some other elective that could fit in this block, shouldn’t the second year senior get first dibs at study hall or something.

Maybe if he complains enough about the loss of his civil liberties. His freedom of expression is being taken from him by forcing him into this shit uniform. Maybe if he’s a big enough headache they’ll just let him leave. He’s learned the rules to enough of these little sports, there had to be a test he could take to prove that he doesn’t need to be a walking target on a volleyball court.

Not that he thinks Jenny Marshall meant to peg him in the face and give him a bloody nose, but the sentiment stands. Between the shorts and the blood he looks like a sad shaky shelter dog or something.

There are, of course, some fringe benefits. Eddie may have to wear the signature Tiger green, but so does Steve Harrington, who definitely has the legs for the outrageously short gym uniform they’re forced to dress out in. And if he’s going to keep looking for that silver fucking lining like he promised Uncle Wayne he would; thanks to Jenny Marshall he gets to ride the bleachers and watch pretty, pretty Steve Harrington bounce around in those shorts for the rest of class. Maybe a more bronzed lining than silver, Harrington hangs onto the sun warmed summer glow even with the October chill creeping in. Freckled thighs with nary a tan line in sight Eddie lets himself wonder if the rumors that had circled the big 18th birthday bash are true: when Harrington’s not in the swim team speedo he doesn’t swim in anything at all.

The volleyball net that Steve is playing at, floppy and torn, is more of a suggestion than a barrier. Now that Eddie is benched, it’s Harrington’s five against Hargrove’s four. The tides haven’t changed in anyone’s favor.

Billy had placed himself across from Harrington at the start of the game, his patience rewarded now as they rotate positions and the King is once again opposite him in the front row. That not-barrier doing all it can to keep the two a foot apart, Hargrove pacing in the eighteen inches of space his position in front of Steve allows. Jenny and her nose killer serve send the ball over to Hargrove’s side of the net. They get it up in the air again and Hargrove smacks the ball down hard between Steve and Sarah Smith. 

It hits the floor with a thwack that makes Eddie wince. Almost drowning out Billy’s mean little laugh, but there’s no missing the smug look on his face. The far too proud of himself smirk he sends somewhere to the left of Steve. 

It’s for Steve though. Definitely for Steve.  

The usurper to the throne, Hargrove has been sniffing for weakness that Eddie was pretty sure wasn’t there. The closest Harrington has ever come to failure was last year’s attempts at Nancy Wheeler, one he seemed to give up as soon as it started.

Tommy H. would be the reason, if Eddie had any guesses. He tried to base an NPC group around the Harrington court once. Tommy a loyal knight to a mostly inept king. Tommy who sidles up close to Sarah, despite his own maiden the Lady Carol playing one net over, smirking the same smug smile as Hargrove -- maybe another weak spot in the Harrington reign -- he says something loud enough to embarrass Sarah if the way she flushes and scurries closer to Harrington’s side is any indication but not enough for Eddie to make out.

He never did get the character balances to work in the game. He scripted and broke down motivation and drive but every time he just couldn’t figure out what Hagan did for Steve. Couldn’t figure out why Harrington kept his so-called friends around.

Gym takes too damn long to end. Or maybe it ends too soon. The final bell that releases him from his prison like Cthulu from the deep is buried quickly under the ringing in his ears as Steve Harrington is calling his name. Resignation fills his spirit, but when the King beckons you wait.

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Nanny AU

Stripper AU

Sugar!Baby AU

Game Show AU

Olympic Swimmer AU

Snippet

From the game show AU! Can you tell this is on a streaming service like Max or Netflix lol?!

“Hey, everyone!” Bob said. “Welcome to a brand new season of ‘Love Connection’ where we help lonely people make that special connection. This season we will be focusing on getting all those fancy letters LGBTQ+ a chance at love. We have your gays, your lesbians, your non-binary folks, your trans people, and one very special ace lady just looking for love.”

The audience politely clapped.

“I’m your host Bob Newby and today we have one very lucky catch. Steve Harrington from Hawkins, IN. He’s a middle school teacher who recently became a cat dad, to the adorable Odie.” A picture of Odie sleeping on Steve’s chest under his chin is shown on the screen behind them. “He coaches basketball and the swim team. And yes he does look hot in a Speedo!” A picture of Steve in a blue Speedo and wearing a white jacket and his whistle.

Steve decided he was going to murder Robin and/or Chrissy for that photo alone. Especially when the crowd goes wild, complete with wolf whistles.

“He enjoys watching sports, swimming, and reading in his spare time,” Bob continued. “He has tried everything to get a partner in this hellscape we call modern life, apps, bars, clubs and not just the ones with a dance floor and sick beats. So he came to us, so let’s see if we can match him to any of our suitors.”

It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

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[lorifragolina]

The Pool Party

Here you are my first post for the @harringrovesummerbingo. I already have all the prompts ready but I have to edit it XD. I wanted to do positive silly fics as in this case, so please enjoy! I also participate with it to the Week 11 of @astrangersummer prompt "fireworks"

Title: The Pool Party

Square & Prompt: B1 "Sex with windows opened"

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1139

Major Tags: Harringrove, Pool Party, PWP, Established relationship

Summary: Steve and Billy sneak out to "see the fireworks" all alone on 4th July.

Read in AO3

Harrington’s 4th of July party was, traditionally, the party that officially started the holiday season for the wealthy preppy people living in Loch Nora’s villas in Hawkins.  Since Steve was little, he remembered the big barbecue at the pool’s side, first planned by his parents and then by him, from his freshman year. 

His school friends were eating pizza and ribs, fishing beer and sodas from the baby pool full of ice, swimming in the heated pool and socializing at the poolside. 

Billy Hargrove was thrown in a beach chair with his sunglasses on, a beer in his hand and that obscene speedo that left really nothing to the imagination, although he was wearing a short sleeved Hawaiian shirt, certainly for modesty. 

Steve was chewing a popsicle stick and staring. He shaded his eyes from the sunset light and shook his head. 

Hargrove followed him with his hidden eyes all the way around the pool until he reached him. 

“This bathsuit is obscene,” he bent behind him, whispering in his ear.

Billy smirked. “Whisper to me like this once again and you will see what is really obscene”, he purred, and Steve brushed his ear with his lips again. 

“You’re disgusting,” he said, affectionately, going away. Billy smiled. 

He looked around to distract a little and he regretted not having his lifeguard whistle. Max’s flock of nerds were playing too cheerfully in the pool, and he was having a bad time because he couldn’t ruin it for them. 

He stood up and nonchalantly went to sit at poolside just in the corner where they were playing, and he enjoyed Max protests, but she deserved it, he was here officially as her chaperon, as he highlighted several times earlier, even when he was braiding her and Jane’s hair in a complicate crown braid that he decorated with starfishes and seahorses hair clips he bought especially for them.

He flattened the empty beer can with noise and Steve ate the bait instantly, also because he wasn't able to take his eyes off of him. He sat at his side with two new cans, and tickled him discreetly on his back while he cracked his one.

Billy bit his lips and shivered, trying not to, letting go a muffled moan. 

“Stop it,” Billy turned his face trying not to be noticed by the party.

“Why?” Grinned Steve, finding the point that made Billy crazy

“There are kids,” whined Billy, trying to discreetly cover his crotch. 

“Let’s go inside then,” Steve stood and walked through the garden without looking back at him, and Billy immediately followed him, chasing him without any discretion. 

He left his sunglasses on the kitchen marble counter before grabbing Steve’s waist and pushing him against it.

“You’re a bitch,” he protested, grinding his half hard dick in the speedo with Steve’s groin.

“No, you’re a slut, don’t blame me,” laughed Steve, jumping on his lips. “Come on,” he grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs, pushing him in the bed when they reached his room. 

Billy pushed Steve’s head between his legs. Steve was a natural in giving head and he liked to take advantage on it, also because Steve was a pro in fucking him too, and he was always well rewarded with Billy’s perfect, tight ass. 

“Shit, it was good…” moaned Billy, stretching to the ashtray for his after cig. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot inside here”, snorted Steve, going to open the window a little. He looked down to the pool where his friends were playing without noticing him on the second floor.

Billy lit the joint they left there the last time and went at his side, brushing his buttcheeks with his open hand. “Yes…” he whispered, blowing the smoke out of the window. “So hot…”

He bent to kiss him. Steve flinched a little from the window, and Billy took a look down, smirking. He opened the French window completely and leaned to the balcony, smoking absent-mindedly.

“My turn,” begged Steve, and Billy shrugged and kept smoking. He stuck his ass out imperceptibly, and Steve licked his lips and grinned, pressing his chest against Billy’s back. 

“Oh, so is it??” He pouted, rocking his hardon against him. He slipped his fingers inside one of the sides of the bathsuits, reaching for Billy’s crack. Billy shivered.

“Oh, so this is what you wanted, mmm?”

He pulled down the slip just the needed and pushed a finger inside Billy. 

Billy squirmed again and took an intense drag, hard again, looi¡king down in the pool.

The fingers became two, then three. Then he felt Steve pulling down his own bath suit and opening the cap of the lube with a pop. Again, Billy bent over  and shivered.

“You’re a fucking slut, you know it, don’t you,” Steve was hissing in his ear, sucking his neck, leaving a hickey. 

“Fuck you, Harrington,” whined Billy, then moaned when Steve pushed him against the rail with his crotch, wrecking him with only the tip of his massive dick. 

He felt his own cock compressed in the Speedo, but he couldn’t think clearly; his eyes were oddly caught by a ball bouncing in the pool while Steve thrusted inside him. 

“Shit, Steve, fuck, give me more…”

Steve lowered his eyes and looked to the pool again too, thinking that anyone could raise his eyes to his window and see him railing Billy from behind on the balcony of his own room. 

Billy opened his legs more and answered to his pushes, blowing the smoke along with his moans. He felt the strong hands of Steve grabbing his hips and marking him, his big dick rearranging his guts and the slaps of their sweated bodies like flows of hot lava. 

“You’re a fucking…” started Billy, but Steve pinched him.

Steve stabbed his nails in his stomach’s flesh, rocking his hips faster, near the edge. 

Billy gasped and moaned and dropped the joint butt below.

“Shut up!” Steve nearly pushed him out of the balcony, and someone raised his head from when a cig butt fell on his head.

In that moment the sky exploded in a rumble and millions of lights; their friends and all the neighbors started to shoot the fireworks and everybody stared at the show, while Billy felt finally free to scream and moan and Steve came inside him with a growl and a cry. 

He looked at the firework, still inside Billy, trying to catch his breath and grabbing Billy’s hand on the rail. 

“I could never watch fireworks like before,” whispered Billy, pushing his back against Steve’s chest. 

Steve hugged him sweetly from behind.

“I’ll fuck you in all and every firework show I could find”.

“A “I love you” would be enough”.

“I love you fucking ass, baby”.

Billy grinned.

“And I love you too, Billy”.

[rigginsstreet]

Inspired by a dream I had during my nap lmfao + a little bit of the she will be loved music video with a twist but like

Billy in his 20s hooking up with mr harrington who’s a rich divorcee kinda going through a midlife crisis, hence becoming a sugar daddy to a guy his sons age. At first Steve loathes billy, always hanging around his house, lounging by the pool in the skimpiest speedos (if he bothers wearing anything at all), wearing his dads clothes, sometimes wearing Steve’s clothes, eating all his food. It’s annoying

And it’s not a real relationship (small blessings) but the whole thing still skeeves Steve out, and initially he puts most of the blame on Billy

Until one night billy comes over for a date, but mr Harrington has a business emergency he’s gotta run out for, “shouldn’t take too long, just stay put and hang out with Steve”

Steve does NOT want to do that, is planning to hide in his room or something but, it’s his house, he’s not gonna make himself a prisoner in it.

So anyway after some initial awkwardness they slowly start talking to each other, easing into it. Eventually Steve can’t hold his tongue anymore tho and he’s gotta ask why the hell billy is with his dad, cuz like, it’s obviously not love or anything real, right?

And billy confesses it’s definitely not love (big shocker there), but it’s security. Talks about how shitty his dad was growing up and with mr h it’s nice having someone take care of him, financially, sexually…(Steve gags)

And after that Steve sees Billy for what he is; just a poor sad kid trying to get by in the world, find some belonging.

Things change between them after that. They get friendly, hang out whenever Steve’s dad isn’t around and billys waiting. It’s nice.

Steve’s…maybe developing feelings. A dangerous thing given everyone’s relationships but honestly it’s just making him mad knowing he could give billy something real if given the opportunity while his dad is just… passing time. Doing something to get him through his sad miserable life.

It all comes to a head when one night while billys over, gone off to the bathroom or something, Steve and his dad get into a huge fight over Steve’s life having no direction and Steve once again confronting his father about how fucked up this whole thing with billy is.

Low blows are exchanged. Mr Harrington threatens to cut Steve off. Steve storms out of the room, running on pure rage and spite. Runs into Billy as he’s coming out of the bathroom and just…kisses him. Shoves him back into the bathroom and locks the door and doesn’t give him time to speak before he’s ripping billys shirt off.

And billy this entire time has been harboring his own developing crush so while he’s confused what brought this all on…he’s not exactly complaining.

Steve ends up bending billy over the counter, Billy lets him have his way. Their eyes lock in the mirror…everything changes.

So from then on billy is still seeing mr h but hooking up with Steve on the side. Under the same roof. (He’s such a whore god bless him)

And Mr Harrington is no dummy. He sees their relationship changing. Notices the flirty touches and banter when they think they’re alone. He’s not happy about it.

And a certain point billys emotionally checked out of his thing with mr h but like he still needs the money.

And Steve’s not happy about this but…it’s not like he can offer much better

Mr Harrington of course does not like to be made to feel like he’s having the wool pulled over his eyes.

If he gets angry at billy one night and is grabbing him and shoving him and Steve runs in between them to protect Billy… what then

So anyway billy chooses Steve and Steve chooses Billy over his dad’s money (which like…he still had his mom so it’s not a total loss…) and they run off into the sunset together the end :)

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Quick thought-

Watching the diving today, and I think we normally think about Steve as a swimmer primarily, but I'm thinking now about Steve as a diver, maybe as a diver who compensates for nerves by staying hydrated, and he's so focused on a competition that he misses his opportunity to relieve himself.

Maybe he was gonna, hell maybe he's even kind of nervous pisser, doesn't like getting caught short, always thinks he has to go more than he knows he should have to in tense moments (thinking of that elevator piss in s3), so he Does usually wait til close to Go Time so that he can assure himself during the event that he doesn't actually need to go-

So he was about to, and then maybe something happens-

Maybe the competitor 2 above him , like, slips and busts his mouth open on the cooldeck and suddenly Steve's on deck but he hasn't gone yet, and there's the guy in front of him messing with the board fulcrum and futzing around, and steve's So Aware of how full he is, why the fuck has he had so much to drink, and the guy dives, and Steve's up and he tries to put it out of his mind, adjust the board, focuses, Doesn't think about the stretch in his abdomen, bounces, dives-

Bliss-

Steve only realizes he's pissing when his head finally breaks the surface, has to give himself a minute, pretends to slip when climbing out so he's mostly down to dribbles by the time his hips clear the water.

Fuck.

oh, and his score?

It's a personal best.

(fuck maybe this starts a pattern for him. maybe he figures the full bladder is luck. maybe he starts doing it on the regular)

.

Eddie Munson is in the bleachers the first time he clocks it- Harrington is often pretty bouncy, just a bouncy dude. Athlete adrenaline or whatev. And yeah, screw eddie, but he likes to watch. cuz when Steve bounces on the balls of his feet, a lot of things bounce too- his poofy hair of course, but also pecs, ass, dick in that fucking speedo.

(eddie wears tight underwear and loose shorts, when he goes to Support The Diving Team)

And then One day, Eddie notices-

There's Harrington, bouncing, eager like a fucking purebred retriever or something, and when he climbs the platform, Eddie catches a wince.

Is Harrington hurt? Eddie doesn't exactly have an In with the jocks, but anytime anyone's injured, especially a star like Harrington, pretty much the whole school hears about it whether they want to or not.

Once up on the platform, Harrington's face smooths out, but now Eddie's watching closely (sue him, he was gonna watch closely anyway). Steve doesn't walk like he's hurting, no limp, nothing taped, he adjusts his board and starts to bounce (Eddie's favorite part)

And then he launches, and Eddie watches his abs contract, watches the softness of his belly go tight and-

Wait, Harrington, has Harrington gained weight? but not that quick-

And Steve hits the water.

Eddie also notices it takes Steve a little longer to get out of the pool than it normally does (screw Eddie, yeah he knows how creepy it maybe makes him that he knows how long Steve normally takes.)

But Steve's got this grin-

oh, his score's good. of course he's grinning.

but now Eddie's watching for it. No, Steve hasn't weirdly gained weight (which would be fine, to be clear, Eddie wants to touch his belly Real Bad and thinks it would maybe be nice if it was kind soft and he could, like, grab Steve's sides kinda) because sometimes that's their, and sometimes it's not, and Eddie has just about decided that it's like a weird way Steve tenses his abdomen when one morning he wakes up after Indulging the night before.

He wakes, groggy, and goes to roll over when a jolt of pain goes through his abdomen and he realizes-

Holy fuck he's gotta pee.

As quick as he can, but feeling like a full glass about to spill over, Eddie scuttles to the bathroom, and it's fucking noon outside so the skylight makes the bathroom bright as fuck and Eddie squints down to pull himself out of his sweats and -

Whoa-

He can fucking see how full his bladder is, and he kinda wants to marvel for a minute, but he feels himself start to go, body not waiting now he's here, so he fumbles himself free and aims and goes-

watching his bladder deflate is fucking surreal, and he's still going, even after the swell of it's no longer visible, and then he thinks-

he thinks about the way that bulge in steve's gut is so centered between his hip bones, right overtop of that stupid speedo-

Fuck.

Fuck, Steve Harrington dives with a full bladder.

and-

and when he gets out, and that bulge is gone-

Steve Harrington pisses when he dives.

(Eddie's pants situation does not get Better watching future meets, with this knowledge).

[gay-little-bitch]

Personal Lies pt4

pt1 pt2 pt3 Pt5

Gareths pov:

"Hey, Jeff. Eddie is gonna be dressing a little differently today. Don't ask why. Okay byeeee!" His words were quick and abrupt. Gareth is glad that the phone went to voicemail and he didn't have to get asked questions about their whore of a friend. Corroded Coffin has a gig today at the biggest venue in town and Gareth invited Robin... and Steve.

All he's trying to do is get Steve and Eddie to go backstage after the concert and become friends and then possibly more. Robin has been a good wingman for Steve but Gareth also had to do his part for Eddie. So his mind was filled with thoughts of 'what if I made Eddie more of a slut to impress Steve?' All Gareth has to do is tell Eddie that he would look good in something slutty and Eddie would go right for it... Right?

"Hey, Eddie!" Gareth walks into his apartment to find his best friend visibly shaking with excitement. "Gare bear! You edited for tonight?" Eddie can't contain his energy. "Yeah man of course. Um, so I was thinking that you would look great in fishnets... you should totally wear them tonight." The thought was abrupt and just tumbled out of his mouth.

Eddie is clearly confused by the random request thrown his way. "Um yeah, I guess. Maybe along with that, I should wear a fucking mesh shirt and body glitter." Apparently, Gareth sucks at sensing sarcasm because he responds with a big smile and a few nods. "Gareth I was joking! I'm not looking to get harassed today. Absolutely not." Eddie puts his hands up in a frustrated sigh and walks to his room, slamming the door closed.

"Damn it."

Eddies pov:

"How the fuck did he convince me to do this?!" Eddie scans his eyes over his body in the mirror. He is wearing mesh, fishnets, a thigh garter, and a small speedo. He looks away, from the fear of backing out due to embarrassment. His wandering eyes land on his old bloody Halloween mask from his shitty doctor costume from 5 years ago. As he picks it up he notices how bare it is. It needs chains and safety pins. So that's exactly what he does.

When he puts the mask on after the renovation he notices how fuckable he looks. The dark mesh shirt is brightened by his body shimmer and the deep black leather of his tight-fitting speedo showing the outline of his dick. The amount of skin he's showing is way too much for his liking so he throws on his leather jacket and walks over to the mirror to do his makeup.

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Eddie walks over the the Edge of Curtain to stare at the right side of the crowd. There is nobody in the audience who looks like they have intentions of trying to fuck him... at least that hes aware of, so why else would Gareth try to get him the dress like this? "Hey man! You read- damn Ed's you look hot." Eddie nods sharply to Gareth as their ear pieces start counting down from 10.

"10"

What if he gets made fun of for his outfit?

"9"

What if no matter how hard he tries people still see him as a dumb kid who couldn't graduate?

"8"

What if he gets booed off stage for dressing like this?

"7"

What if his voice cracks?

"6"

What if he fucks up the lyrics?

"5"

Gareth, Jeff, and Nathan walk onto stage.

"4"

The boys introduce themselves.

"3"

What if he can't do this?

"2"

What if his jacket ruins the outfit and fucks it all up?

"1"

Fuck it. He strips off his jacket and throws it on the nearest chair.

"0"

Eddie walks out on stage as confident as he can for someone who feels like their gonna shit themselves. The huge crowd cheers as he gets to the microphone. He moves his hair out of his face and peals off the mask revealing himself. He looks around the crowd with a smile on his face as he looks right in front of him.

As he lets his head lower to the front row he spots... Steve Harrington! He's wearing the most beautiful eyeliner, a bundle of silver necklaces, a cropped Black Sabbath shirt, and his hair of course looks better then ever. Eddie lets his mouth fall open out of shock from a sweaty star struck Steve fucking Harrington staring right at him.

They held eye contact for what seemed to be a long time but was probably only a few seconds. They both refuse to peal their eyes away from each other until Eddie feels a hand on his shoulder. It's Gareth. "Eddie. Take your eyes away from the boy and start the god damn song or i'm gonna do it myself."

Eddies eyes reluctantly drag away from the beautiful creature in front of him, and he begins to slowly move his finger across his guitar to start the first song. The concert moves slower then most. Each song feels like it's in slow motion.

On the rare occasion that Eddie is able to move his eyes over to Steve, they boy is already looking at him with the look of a shocked little teddy bear. No matter what, Eddie looks away again.

The concert slowly comes to a stop but right before he leaves he takes the mesh he's wearing on his torso and throws it into the crowd. He doesn't know where it went but at least Gareth can't convince him to wear it anymore and embarrass himself.

As everybody steps off stage he grabs Gareth's arm and drags him into the nearest room. "What the fuck were you thinking?! Why did you decide to make me dress like a fucking whore and then invite Steveeee?!" Gareth walks over to the chair in the corner of the room and sits. "Well first I invited Buckley and of course she invited Steve. I genuinely had no idea he was coming until Robin texted me an hour before the show. I just thought it would be cool if you guys could come back stage and fu-"

Before he can finish his sentence Robin bursts through the door and quickly walks over to Gareth with a shy looking Steve following behind. "Gareth. We need to talk. Right now... please." Not even giving him a chance to protest the grabs his arm and pulls him out of the room leaving just Eddie and Steve.

Steve looks incredible. His hair is as Lucious as ever and his tight pants that hug his thighs just right. Eddie notices himself staring at Steve and looks back up to find Steve also checking him out.

The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Eddie starts pushing up and down on the balls of his feet. "So..." Steve is the first one to talk. "Yeah. So." For some reason the space between their faces seems to shrink. Did they get closer or was he just imagining it?

Steve's lips part and he leans in closer and closer, leaving little to no room in between them. Steve's voice is soft and sweet as he speaks and leans into Eddies space.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Notes: I fucking hate this chapter but to be fair I wrote this at like 1am in one day so..... Punctuation also isn't my strong suit so just go with it. Tell me of you wanna be tagged

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[artaxlivs]

18 Candles please!

@beesreadbooks Thank you for asking! I'm slowly working on this one but every time I reread it to get myself make into the characters, I fall madly in love with both Robin and Steve. She's such a disaster and he's so soft. And Robin & Eddie are friends. UGH. I need to finish it so I can read it and not even care if anyone else likes it. 😍😍

“So you wear swimtrunks to bed, got it,” Eddie nods. “You’re an odd one Harrington.” He lets his voice stay in that warm, intimate range, just in case Steve wants to stay there too. “Ha, we wear speedos in the pool so no.” It sounds like Steve’s moving again. There’s a rustle of sheets or something. “Haven’t you ever been to a swim meet?” “Why would I ever go to a swim meet?” Eddie asks incredulously. And Steve, sweet Steve, Jesus, he says, “I’m there.”

[deedoop]

Testing The Waters

CW: Voyeurism, Humiliation Kink, Possessive Behavior, Daddy Kink

The thing about Steve is that he’s needy. Beyond needy really, he’s addicted. He’s addicted to Billy’s scent, his body, his entire being. When Hawkin’s pool opened for the summer, Steve was there everyday he didn’t have to work, he would watch Billy, watch the pool water drip down his tan chest, watch the way his lips moved around that whistle.

Every day he would try and get Billy to break, to fuck him right than and there, not wait until they were both home. At first it had been innocent, brushing against him and whispering words full of sin, than it had been showing up in his sailor outfit. People stared but he knew well what that outfit did to Billy Hargrove.

That night at Steve’s house, Billy had fucked into him good, pounding him until he saw stars in his eyes. “You’re gonna get someone killed pretty boy, got me looking at you all fuckin’ shift. Playin’ with fire Stevie.” And each word, each point he made, was accented with a hard thrust.

The truth was, Steve Harrington was a massive cock slut. Specifically a massive cock slut for Billy. When he felt Billy’s cock fuck into him it was like the whole world shut off, like his brain lost power. He couldn’t stop the way his tongue fell out of his mouth and how girly he sounded when he moaned, Billy had this ultimate power over him, a power Steve had once thought Nancy had had over him.

He couldn’t of been more wrong. When Billy Hargrove came to town, it was like a fire had started in his heart, a fire that could only be put out by him. No other, not even Nancy had made him feel this way. Dustin was pretty sure Billy was some kind of succubus from his board game, some kind of creature that had taken Steve’s brain cells away from him.

Maybe that was true, Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care. Today Billy was wearing a pair of shorts a size too tight. It hid nothing from the view and every woman was fawning over Billy, but Steve knew who this view was for. He sat up on his lawn chair, his eyes wide. He had to hide his growing erection with a towel, his cheeks flush not just with the heat of the hot summer day but the arousal that was quickly growing in him.

Hargrove knew damn well what he was doing, turning the tides of their little game. He shot Steve a smirk, licking his lips as he climbed up the guard tower, taking his seat. Steve was fucked. Utterly fucked. If Billy truly was a succubus? Than he was a willing victim.

Harrington took a few breaths, steadying himself. Billy was not going to win this game, he was. Maybe this was unfair, maybe this really would cause someone to get hurt from an inattentive lifeguard but Steve wasn’t thinking straight, couldn’t think straight. Not with Billy Hargrove taunting him like he was.

He slipped off his shorts, revealing his speedo underneath, it was simple and black but left nothing to the imagination. To anyone else at the pool, wearing such a thing wasn’t a big deal but to Billy, it was fuel to a growing fire. Steve adjusted himself quickly before laying down on the white lawn chair, spreading his legs ever so slightly, his head tilted up. He was a willing prey to a hungry predator.

Billy blew his whistle hard, yelling at some kid for some mundane action. He was pissed, absolutely hungry for Steve. He felt like a tiger that hadn’t been fed in way too long. Just thirty more minutes until it was pool break, just thirty minutes. Than Steve Harrington would get what he wanted all this time and thensome.

He bounced his leg, couldn’t stop his eyes from darting to Steve’s form every once in awhile, watching as he tanned in different positions, as he subtly arched his back, as he lifted his throat for all to see. Billy could see the hickies from last night still marked into Steve’s supple white flesh. Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes and Steve would understand a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

Billy blew into his whistle and immediately hopped off his chair, marching to wear Harrington lay. In the crowd of kids and adults scurrying from the pool no one noticed the lifeguard talking to his friend. Whispering into his ear.

“You really think your somethin’ Harrington? Tryin’ get Daddy all hot and bothered at work huh? You want me to take you right here? Make everyone know who owns you? Let all of Hawkins know you’re nothing but a whore?” Billy’s fingers dug into Steve’s hair, tugging at the strands until Steve winced.

“Get up Harrington. Get up.” They had fifteen minutes until Billy had to be back on that chair, fifteen. He could work with that. He yanked Steve off the chair by his hair before grabbing at his wrist and dragging him into the pool office, locking the door. Steve looked absolutely excited, his pupils blown wide, his speedo barely hiding his hard leaking cock, a cock too big for such apparel. Steve mewled like a kitten as Billy breathed against his neck.

“You gonna fuck me Daddy?” Steve whined, grinding up against Billy’s wet red shorts. Billy’s strong hand pushed him back into the desk, his head shaking in disappointment.

“You show off what is mine. Mine.” His hand grabbed against Steve’s clothed dick, squeezing. “You act like a pathetic slut Harrington, all of Hawkins gotta know what a fucking cock slut you are, practically throwing yourself at me. This what you want? You want me to fuck you? Want everyone to hear you?”

Steve nodded quickly, they had twelve minutes left. Billy could make this work. He ripped off Steve’s speedo, shoving them down towards his ankles. He quickly pressed Steve against the desk, biting into his shoulder as he pressed two thick fingers into his tight hole. Steve couldn’t help but squeal, his hips arching back, desperate for more, desperate to be filled.

“Daddy!” Steve cried, throwing his head back, “Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck Billy fuck me!” He rambled on and on, his entire body thrumming with desperate arousal, his cock leaking pathetically on the tile of the floor.

“You like this? Like being fucked like some cheap slut Steve? Like trying to not get caught? Huh? Answer me Stevie. Use your words, whatever words your dumb little brain can manage.”

Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut, Billy’s girthy cut cock pressing into him, shoving him against the desk which banged against the wall. He was at Billy’s mercy, the succubus had its tentacles wrapped around him. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Steve howled, banging his fists against the wall, his entire body shaking.

Billy was fucking him within an inch of his life, hard enough the old wooden desk was cracking beneath him, hard enough that Steve couldn’t stop the moans and screams coming from his mouth, prayed that the sounds of a busy pool drowned them out. His entire brain was consumed with one thought, Billy’s cock that was filling him to the brim, that wasn’t stopping even though Steve had already came all over the floor.

The overstimulation was immense, felt like his brain had suffered a massive shortage, “Billy! Billy I c-can’t!” Billy was so big and every thrust shoved against the overcharged bundle of nerves. He was pretty sure he blacked out as Billy only fucked him harder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he squeezed around Billy, his second pathetic orgasm rocketing through him. He wasn’t even aware Billy had filled his ass with his seed, that Billy had pulled his speedo up and slapped his ass, watching as the cum dripped down his thighs.

Billy laughed a bit, just admiring his handy work, pulling his own trunks up. Two minutes to spare. Good time. He licked his lips, picking the boneless keg king up. Poor poor baby, all cock drunk and sleepy. He deposited him on a pool chair to let him sleep and only hoped that Jason Carver noticed the fresh bite mark on Steve as he walked by. He hoped it pissed him off, hoped everyone at Hawkin’s understood, Steve Harrington was his.

[stevethehairington]

okay another swimming hc for you all:

one day eddie finds himself stuck at school late - for hellfire club, or maybe he's making up a test, or something - but he's stuck at school late and when he exits the building he finds the pool packed because, what do you know, there's a swim meet happening.

and, normally eddie doesn't give a fuck about school sports and their games/meets/whatever, but for some reason he finds himself drawn towards this one.

so he goes and he tries not to stick out too much (which is hard enough considering he's the only one not wearing a single stitch of tiger pride but also is wearing more clothes than most people here considering the sport), and he ends up climbing the bleachers all the way to the top and like tucking himself into the corner of them so he can watch the races in relative peace.

and, of course, as the next race gears up, none other than steve goddamn harrington steps up onto the block in his tiny little hawkins high green and gold speedo, and he's smooth as a fuckin dolphin, and his glorious hair is tucked up into a cap which makes him look funny but also he still looks damn good, especially when he flexes his arm over his head to stretch out his shoulder and kicks out each of his legs to loosen up for the race. and he's in lane 5 which is the fast lane, which means he's good, and eddie is sort of excited? to watch him race?

and then the announcer is telling them, "take your marks" and steve bends over, crouching into the ready position, and then the buzzer goes off and steve just fuckin launches himself off that block so goddamn fast, it's impressive, and eddie stares at the water, watches as a couple of the other racers break the surface, but steve is still under, still streamlining his way ahead. and then steve finally breaks the surface too, and he's like almost a whole entire bodylength ahead, and eddie lets out a unexpected whoop and he watches, with rapt attention and growing excitement as steve swims, and he's so fast, he's so fucking fast, his strokes so smooth, so sharp, and he's making such good time, but on the third lap the guy in lane 6 starts to catch up, and then they're neck and neck and eddie is on the edge of his seat watching, waiting, muttering "come on harrington, come on harrington" under his breath, and as steve closes in on that finish everyone in the stands is holding their breath, waiting, hoping, wishing, and steve manages to just outtouch the other guy, taking the win, and the crowd goes wild and so does eddie.

and it's weird because he's never been into school sports, and he's never gotten so into it before.

but goddamn there's just something about steve harrington.

[flippyspoon]

images where steve wears cropped short gym shorts, but someone is at the door, when he meets billy, but he doesn't even remember what clothes he is wearing until billy eats him with his eyes

found this old ask and it made me write a lil thing!

note: my kink is steve harrington wearing tight and tiny shorts/briefs/speedos/whatever

Mr. Cool

I’m cool, Billy thought. I’m Mr. Cool. 

He caught his own reflection in his rearview mirror and tossed himself a wink, feeling a sense of confidence he hadn’t felt in too long. Not since before.

But he was feeling good these days.

And he was feeling great tonight.

Because tonight was the night.

Tonight he’d make the move on Steve who kept batting his eyes and biting his lip every time Billy chatted him up at the video store. Steve. After all this time. He was finally ready. More than ready. About to explode from both and love horniness over Steve Harrington he was so ready.

“I’m cool,” he said aloud in the Camaro. He ran his fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair and took a breath. “He won’t know what hit him.”

Billy had a solid gold plan to seduce Steve Harrington. He planned to crank things up to about 10 (where he’d used to live) and if Steve was responding well he’d turn it up to somewhere around 50 and seconds later they’d both be naked.

Foolproof plan.

Billy swaggered up to Steve’s door, jeans tight, shirt unbuttoned down to there, and proudly displaying the scars he’d once hidden in shame. 

He licked his lips and rang the doorbell. The plan was to hang out, eat pizza, watch a movie, have some beers and swim… Billy’s plan was to have Steve naked after the first beer. Preferably on the couch to start and eventually in the pool. Steve’s bed would be the crown jewel.

He checked his breath against his palm. Cherry Binaca. 

From inside he heard a stumble down the stairs and a yelp. “JUST A SECOND!” Steve hollered from inside. “Ow. Dammit! Coming!”

Billy snorted a fond laugh at that, imagining Steve stumbling around and hurrying to catch the door. Good sign.

Billy posed, hardly aware he was doing it, it was so practiced. He tugged on his shirt and a cool breeze made his nipples stand out a little. 

Steve threw open the door and Billy turned his head to cast him his most devastating smile and…

“Uh…” Billy said no words. He stared at Steve, his mouth hanging open.

Billy had seen Steve naked plenty of times in the gym showers. Though that had been a long time ago now, the memory was still visceral.

Yet somehow seeing Steve like this was dirtier.

Steve Harrington wore nothing but a scandalously tight pair of baby blue Calvin Klein briefs. 

A light thatch of curly brown hair on his lean but muscular chest… Billy wanted to pull on Steve’s chest air until he hissed. That led to a happy trail dipping under that tight little waist band…

Steve blinked at Billy expectantly and leaned in the door, turning slightly so that Billy got a look at a surprisingly juicy ass…

The legs!

That was not to mention the obscene outline of his dick through the Calvins…

“Billy.” Steve snapped his fingers in front of Billy’s face. “You with me? I just said sorry, I wasn’t ready.”

Billy stared at him. “Uh.”

He felt extremely stupid.

“Well.” Steve took Billy’s hand and tugged him inside. “I guess this isn’t gonna be as hard as I thought, huh?”

“Uh, what...what isn’t?” Billy finally raised his eyes, lingered on Steve’s mouth, and forced himself to look up. He was proud of himself for having formed a sentence of any kind in such a state. 

He felt as if his dick had become a divining rod and Steve Harrington was water in the desert. 

Steve shut the door behind him and smirked at Billy in a way that made him understand why he had once been called King.

“Seducing you,” Steve said softly. He took Billy’s hands and rested them at his waist and Billy sucked in a breath when Steve lowered his head and their lips brushed. “Didn’t know all I had to do was answer the door in my underwear.”

Billy swallowed and squeezed Steve’s hips. He tipped his head and didn’t quite mean to nuzzle Steve like that. It just happened.

“Mm. B-but I was gonna seduce you,” Billy murmured.

Steve reached up and pressed a thumb to Billy’s lip and every drop of blood in his body seemed headed toward his cock. “That’s okay,” Steve whispered. “We can switch it up. In all kinds of ways.”

Oh shit.

A growl sounded from Billy’s throat and he nipped at Steve’s lips once, twice, and covered Steve’s mouth with his own and then it was hot tongues entwined as Billy backed him further inside and Steve yanked Billy’s shirt out of his jeans. 

“Someday,” Steve said, breathless as Billy laid fervid little kisses along his throat and squeezed the soft globes of his ass, “I’m going to get a picture of you looking dumb and horny. That was so cute.”

Billy slapped his butt and grinned when it made Steve yelp. “Shut up, I’m cool.”

“Oh yeah.” Steve giggled, fell back against the carpeted stairs, taking Billy with him til they were a tangle of limbs and mindless groping. “So cool. The coolest...Mr….ah...Cool.”

[skullrock]

the swimmer - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

summary: Everyone in town wants to go to the community pool to watch the swimmer. 

warnings: swearing! maybe some sexual themes if u squint hard

word count: 1.5k

a/n: swimmer Steve anons.... this one’s for u

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You didn’t give a single shit about the community pool until Steve Harrington started going there to practice laps.

No one likes the community pool, but sometimes, it’s necessary. Steve doesn’t like it, either, but Hawkins High is closed for renovations over the summer, leaving Steve to practice in public. It’s the talk of the town – well, it’s the talk of the teenagers in town. Everyone wanted to go and get a peak of Steve’s toned body swimming. You were no exception.

You perch yourself right by the pool lanes, typically unused. The rumors say Steve usually arrives around two pm and leaves just a bit before three. You arrive at quarter til with a stack of magazines and water. You get a pretty good seat, somehow, despite the hordes of girls who have arrived to do the same thing you’re doing. You wonder if it’s bad to be doing this – but then you realize Steve absolutely thrives off of the attention, and probably appreciates the audience.

It’s true – Steve loves the attention. Steve hates the community pool – but he likes the attention. He also likes that he’s the only person there to swim, not having to compete with others. He can just practice his strokes, wink at a few folks, and go home unscathed. Seems pretty win-win to him.

It was the usual crowd today, and Steve nodded at the girls, hair falling over his forehead. They all blushed and giggled, some puffing their chests out and some hiding behind their hands. Steve smiles to himself, but he nearly stops in his tracks when he sees you.

You haven’t been here before. It catches Steve off guard, not only because he wasn’t expecting to see you, but because he didn’t expect to see someone that beautiful lounging in a chair right by the pool. His eyes widen behind his sunglasses and he swallows hard before walking again, giving you a curt nod.

You peak above your magazine as you watch him pass, smiling to yourself while watching him walk away. Your eyes go back to the magazine, but you can’t read the words or look at the pictures. You can just think about Steve.

He emerges from the changing rooms a few minutes later. Your jaw drops, but you quickly shut your mouth. His chest is broad, and his shoulders are, too. His arms are toned, as is the rest of him. His hair is perfect – Steve refuses to wear a swim cap. He looks like he was chiseled by the gods himself, and you are so, sothankful for their artistry. He’s wearing a pair of dark-green trunks, because no way was he wearing a speedo out in public. They hang low on his hips, allowing you to see how defined his hipbones are. The hair leading down from his navel is dark – you snap your eyes back up to his face, paying close attention now to the beauty marks that litter his body. They go down his neck and sprawl across his chest, down his arms and torso.

He’s breathtaking.

Steve strides over, throwing his towel onto a free chair and getting into the water. The girls around you literally shake with anticipation. You want to shake but prevent yourself from doing so. It’s not so much that you want to play hard-to-get, you just really don’t want to seem that desperate.

And Steve notices.

His rhythm is off today. He’s usually fine; smooth and poised as he cuts through the water. But today, he’s choppy and awkward. Every time he gets to the other end of the pool, he looks to see if you’re looking, as casually as possible. Running a hand through his hair, stretching his arms, eyes gliding around the rest of the area.

Your eyes don’t look at the pages, but above them. Your sunglasses make it impossible to tell if you’re looking down or straight ahead, and it frustrates Steve. It frustrates Steve that you’re here in the first place, throwing him off his groove. But he also kind of likes it. Sometimes it’s nice to look at something pretty.

It became an almost daily ritual for the two of you. Sunglasses on, curt nods, magazines, watching each other. But Steve started to stay longer and longer, sitting and “tanning” in his chair, just waiting for you to talk to him. But you never did.

Instead, you’d try to walk by him, try to be sexy and cool, but you almost always slipped on the god damn water. Always had to catch yourself, always had to laugh awkwardly while Steve stared at you with a pokerface, always had to use your magazine to hide your blush. You weren’t sure why you even kept walking by him – you just wanted him to check you out that badly.

Steve found your constant slip-ups endearing, though, and always had to suppress his smile when you’d walk by. He wasn’t too sure if you were doing it for him to look, but he was definitely looking. And Steve wasn’t without his slip-ups, either.

Trying to do a dive and failing miserably? Steve did it. Slamming his head against the side of the pool when doing his backstroke because he was too distracted at the thought of you? He did that, too. Wearing his sunglasses into the pool? Yeah. Having to come up for more air than usual because the thought of you quite literally took his breath away? Absolutely.

And Steve always ate shit on the slippery concrete, too.

The worst days for Steve was when your chair was empty. He’d only stay at the pool for fifteen minutes, if that. He wouldn’t stay after to “catch some rays,” and he wouldn’t even nod and wave at the usual girls. They caught on pretty fast that he wasn’t interested, and one by one, his audience became less and less, until it was just you and your magazines.

One day, you wore something different than usual, and Steve spotted it from the other side of the pool. The bathing suit was very flattering on you, and he couldn’t take his eyes away. Not even to notice that he was about to walk right into a huge puddle, adorned with a “slippery!” warning sign. He slipped, falling hard, scraping his knees in the process.

You jumped up and ran as carefully as possible to him. Miraculously, you make it over unscathed, and kneel down to check on him. “Jesus, you okay?”

“You didn’t see that, did you?” he asks, ears pink.

“I did,” you say. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

He lets you help him into the changing rooms. Steve sits on a bench while you get the first-aid kit. He’s almost positive that he’s never been so embarrassed in his entire life. You come back and kneel down, gently pressing cotton balls soaked in alcohol on his knees. He grimaces, letting out a hiss.

You look up at him sympathetically. “Bad day for you, huh?”

He smiles, cheeks turning red. “It could be better.”

You quirk a brow and continue blotting his knees before patching him up with two large band-aids. You grab his hands to check that they aren’t scraped, too. His breath hitches as your eyes look over his palms. You lift a finger and trace the lines etched into them. “You’ve got a long life line.”

Steve laughs breathily. “So, this won’t be the death of me?”

“Nope.” You look up at him and smile, your hands still on is. You stare at each other for a moment before pulling your hands away, both of you looking elsewhere as a blush creeps in.

Steve’s hand goes to the back of his neck, rubbing sheepishly. “Thanks for patchin’ me up.”

“Yeah, well, thanks for the show you’ve put on the past two weeks.” You smile as you stand. “Been giving me something to do around here.”

Steve blushes harder, looking up at you. “Have you… liked what you’ve seen?”

You laugh. “Yeah, you’re a really good swimmer. Got… got good form… you know.” You give an awkward thumbs up.

Steve nods, smiling wide. “You’ve got good form, too.”

“You think?”

“From what I’ve seen, you do.”

“And what have you seen, Steve Harrington?”

Steve shakes his head while letting out a breath, a smile plastered on his face. “What are you doing toni-“

“Nothing,” you reply quickly. “Nothing at all. Free. Totally free.”

“If I take you out, will you read my palms?”

“If you take me out, do you promise not to slip and eat shit?”

Steve snorts dorkily. “Have you seen me? It might be impossible for me not to trip.”

You shrug and pull him up off the bench. “I’ll take my chances.”

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Summer of ‘85 Fic Recs

If you live in the northern hemisphere and are anything like me, you’re starting to really miss summer right about now! Or maybe you hate the heat, and want to experience it only from a distance by reading about it in your safe, cool living room. Or hey, maybe you’re only in it for the lifeguard crop tops, sailor shorts, and ice cream licking, that’s valid, too. In any case, I’m here to interrupt the Halloween mood with some sweet, sticky summer fun (or summer angst, or summer smut)!

Included: fics featuring Scoops, Starcourt Mall, Hawkins Community Pool, the Fourth of July, and other summer shenanigans. Not included: fics dealing with all the other stuff that happened in S3, recovery fics, fics set after the epilogue or outside of Hawkins.

35 fics under the cut – happy reading!

Salted Caramel (And Other Flavors) by kate_button / @un-buttoned (3k, E)

Billy’s all tan and smug and shitty and Steve has. Feelings about it. He’s not too happy about it - Billy’s kind of a dick. And Steve can’t stop thinking about the way he smells. It’s a Problem.

there’s something about a sailor by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald​ (1k, E)

Billy gets Steve to leave the sailor hat on.

bloom by crappyfriday / @softloucre (20k, NR)

In a small town in Indiana, two boys spend the summer listening to music, eating summer fruits, smoking weed, and falling in love with each other. Vignettes throughout the summer of ‘85.

so many ways to talk about longing by lymricks / @lymricks (3k, M)

Steve wakes up–in a pool lounger–to Billy Hargrove looming over him. Billy pushes his sunglasses down and Steve thinks sleepily that it must be so that Steve gets the full impact of Billy’s narrow-eyed glare. “Harrington,” Billy says. “We’re fucking closed.” (or, three times Billy doesn’t let Steve touch the radio and one time he kind of does).

Bright by Kerasines / @kerasines (10k, E)

Steve’s face looks golden in the light of the setting sun, and when he drops his eyes from where he was holding Billy’s gaze, his eyelashes paint shadows on the light flush of red in his cheeks. He looks so fucking pretty that Billy’s breathless with it. Doesn’t know what to do, just holds still and can’t tear his eyes from his face as Steve leans in close, too close, to put lotion onto the front of his shoulders, rubbing it in carefully, so carefully, as if he’s trying not to hurt Billy. Touching Billy’s chest, staring at it where it rises with every shallow breath under Steve’s hands. Then he looks up, straight into Billy’s eyes, and Billy’s sure his brain stops working for a second.

Cherry by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (WIP, 33k, E)

They’ve got ten minutes before Steve’s break is up and he has to go back to wishing for death with a smile.

I Like The Way You Look At Me by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (800, T)

Steve stares a lot. Billy doesn’t mind.

No Running At The Pool! by Thei / @ihni (2k, NR)

“So”, she said, faux-casually, and thus sending a chill down everyone’s spines, “what you’re saying is that you care about us?” “No”, he said gruffly. “I said that you’re not drowning on my watch. I’m a lifeguard. It’s my job. If you’re gonna drown, do it in your own time.” Another smile, sweet like poisoned honey. “But this is our own time. And you’re off duty.”

Those American Thighs by Veeebles (2k, E)

He smokes the rest of Steve’s cigarette, tosses the butt away into the trees and lounges down beside him. Steve is still just sitting there, staring at how Billy stretches his body out, arms behind his head as he bathes in the sun. Those swim shorts should be illegal. They pull tight over his skin, leave absolutely nothing to the imagination where his dick is concerned, and barely reach past his mid-thigh.

something good right now by Highsmith / @rhubarbdreams (1k, M)

When Billy’s skin is almost feverishly hot from the sun, Steve’s fingertips touch his freckles like they’d touch the inside of him, carefully and longingly.

The Drowning of Will Byers by hoppnhorn / @hoppnhorn (2k, M)

Billy never imagined working as a lifeguard would mean actually saving a life.

spark to a flame by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (1k, T)

Billy’s stomach swoops. He can’t believe he’s holding hands with Steve Harrington, watching fireworks over the quarry. It’s so stupid and girly and…and…fucking romantic.

Buckle (When You Think of Me) by trashcangimmick / @trashcangimmick (4k, E)

Billy doesn’t really ask. He just kind of does stuff. Steve is apparently filthy enough to be cool with it.

cherry pie by brawlite / @brawlite & ToAStranger / @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (133k, E)

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better. Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

A Day at the Fair by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (500, G)

It’s pink. It’s a flamingo.

You Got That Hair Slicked Back (and Those Wayfarers On) by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (4k, M)

Five times Billy knows Steve is hiding something, and one time he finds out what it is.

you (FINALLY) rule by brutesa / @brutesa (3k, G)

“Ahoy, ladies!” Steve calls out when a group of girls enter the shop. Behind him, Robin rolls her eyes, picking up the whiteboard marker.

and you’re trying not to tell him by lymricks / @lymricks (3k, M)

Whatever. They don’t talk, is the point, and Billy doesn’t need to finish all these big, deep, tragic sentences in his head. He needs to know if Harrington can’t swim. For lifeguard reasons. It’s his job, all right?

I’m so bad, best that you’ve had by kate_button / @un-buttoned (4k, E)

Steve doesn’t like mustaches. Billy grows one because he’s Like That. Steve bitches about it. A lot. Until he doesn’t.

Turned Bitch by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (2k, E)

Steve’s rock bottom has a name—Billy Hargrove.

ice ice baby by hoppnhorn / @hoppnhorn (1k, E)

“It’s just so hot out here.” And then the fucker takes the ice cube, rolls it down his chin, along his neck, and down to his collarbone. “I need something to cool off.” Steve usually would suggest using the pool sitting less than a few feet away. But he’s not that incredibly thick. He knows a game when he sees one, and he’s not about to give Billy any reason to stop putting that ice cube where Steve wants his tongue to go.

something happens and i’m by brawlite / @brawlite (10k, E)

Billy loves his job as at the Hawkins Community Pool. It’s even better now that Steve Harrington’s a lifeguard, too.

Scoops by itscrybabyharrington / @itscrybabyharrington (1k, E)

Steve presses his face against the cool lid of the ice cream freezer, watching the metal fog up with each gasp that slips from his mouth. It feels good against his overheated skin, a contrast to the solid wall of heat that is Billy pressed up behind him, fucking into him with enough force Steve finds himself lifting up on his tippy toes trying to squirm away. Or, Billy fucks Steve with an ice cream scoop.

I Couldn’t Help It, It Had To Be You by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (4k, T)

Determined to overcome a summer of boredom and too much ice cream, Steve joins the Hawkins running group. Unfortunately, it turns out the secondary purpose of said group is for the ladies of Hawkins to gush about the effect Billy Hargrove is having on their rosebushes. But maybe if Steve wasn’t so busy being offended by Hargrove’s mere existence, he’d realise he’s completely missing the point.

Holy Shit! by harleygirl2648 / @somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds (2k, T)

There’s no swearing on duty, even if those are the only words that apply to a sudden realization that is going to ruin/better your entire summer.

Back Atcha, Pretty Boy by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (2k, E)

Steve goes to the pool to pick up the kids still in his Scoops Ahoy uniform and is less than thrilled to find out that Billy is the new Hawkins Pool lifeguard. Honestly, who thought putting Billy in those tiny ass swim trunks was a good idea? It was doing things to Steve’s brain that he’d rather not think too hard about. But he doesn’t have to worry since it seems like Billy is pretty taken with Steve’s sailor uniform…

Hopeless by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (400, G)

Steve Harrington has chest hair.

wicked little town by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (20k, E)

The summer after graduation stretches before Steve, seemingly endless and utterly empty. He can’t remember ever being this bored in his life. But when he runs into Billy one night, after hearing a rumour about him at a party, it feels like summer might not be so boring after all.

Tacky Tattoos and Red Trunks by mAadMax / @c0bblenygma (2k, E)

Steve keeps hearing about Billy’s new tattoo and can’t help but being curious about it.

Billy, Steve, Robin and the Not-Obsession by williamastankova / @samaraclegane (3k, G)

In a nutshell, Billy is convinced Steve and Robin are secretly dating (even though they’re really, really not) and it starts to get on their nerves - especially Steve’s.

A Simple Plan by flippyspoon / @flippyspoon​ (5k, T)

Billy has a plan. Steve hanging out at the pool is definitely not a part of it.

Lets hear it for the boy! by nipsu / @nipsus (1k, T)

It’s raining and without thinking Billy gives Steve a ride home. Steve’s shirt is see through and Billy drools like a baby.

You Are What You Eat by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (800, T)

Steve eats a banana. Billy likes it. A lot.

Won’t You Lay Me Down in Tall Grass (and Let Me Do My Stuff) by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (6k, T)

Fourth of July BBQ at the Byers’. Billy takes out a demodog with a lawn chair while wearing red speedos and smoking a cigarette. Other things happen too, but that’s a highlight.

Ocean of Flavor by itscrybabyharrington / @itscrybabyharrington (700, G)

Billy shouldn’t even be back here, if they get caught it would only add on to the multitude of reasons Steve should rightfully be fired.