strings attached
(this was supposed to be like a blurb but my brain doesn't like to cooperate with me; it also was not meant to be this tender and soft but i am a Hopelss Romantic so ta da) !!nsfw minors go away!!
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steve and eddie hook up twice during steve’s senior year. the first time it’s in the locker room after gym class. they’re alone, and steve sees the way eddie’s eyes linger on his arms as he changes, but when eddie hurriedly apologizes, face flushed, turning away, steve just says it’s cool. i’m not entirely a ladies’ man, you know.
so they end up pressed together, still sweating from gym, jerking each other off as steve slides his hands over the spider on eddie’s chest.
you into tats, harrington?
yeah. they’re cool.
they laugh when they finish, leaning against each other, breathless, giggling deliriously.
the next time it happens, it’s at a party. some random person’s house, unfamiliar to eddie, but he’s made several sales already, so he doesn’t really care that he doesn’t know where anything is. steve catches his eye across the kitchen as eddie is looking for a drink, and eddie promptly forgets that he wants one at all, because steve tilts his head, gesturing somewhere. so he follows steve upstairs from a respectable, unsuspecting distance until steve heads into a spare bedroom.
eddie can’t help but bite at steve’s neck as he grinds against him, sitting on his lap, and he giggles when steve says fuck, take your shirt off.
you really like the tattoos, don’t you?
yes, they’re so— they’re so fucking hot.
he licks the spider. eddie didn’t know he was into that.
they laugh again when they finish.
this was a terrible idea, it’s already getting cold.
personally i think it’s worth it. you can think of me all night.
fuck you, munson.
eddie just laughs again.
they don’t see each other for a while. it’s not a problem. there weren’t any strings attached. it was just fun.
it’s only slightly awkward when dustin, lucas, and mike start to talk about steve at school. obviously eddie doesn’t say anything, but it felt surreal to listen to them gush about how cool and badass steve is, all while his main memories of him include his dick in eddie’s hand and his tongue on eddie’s chest.
they save the world. everyone is okay. at the hospital, steve stays near eddie as he’s getting bandaged. eddie can tell that he’s still hopped up with adrenaline, jumpy and shaking, and eddie is too, and they don’t need to be anymore. everything is fine.
so eddie pulls at his hand when they’re done, giving robin a be right back look as he drags steve out of the room and down the hall until they reach a secluded, empty bathroom.
‘what’s going on?’
eddie pushes him into a stall and locks it, holding steve against the wall.
‘i can tell you’re still freaking out and i need you to not’ he says in a low voice. ‘so i wanna blow you. if that’s okay.’
‘shit. yeah. okay.’ he pauses. ‘if i can do you after.’
eddie kneels with a grin, ignoring the dull ache in his sides. (he thanks god for painkillers.)
‘you got all that adrenaline in your veins, stevie,’ he says, unbuckling steve’s belt. ‘use it. take it out on me.’
‘shit, eddie.’
‘pull my hair,’ eddie says, licking his lips as he tugs steve’s pants down. ‘fuck my face.’
steve groans, reaching down and twisting his fingers into eddie’s hair, catching snags and tangles and tugging. eddie likes the way steve sounds when he takes him into his mouth. his moans echo around room, bouncing off the tile, vibrating through eddie’s fucking bones. he tastes so good, even though they’re both sweaty and gross. eddie doesn’t care.
‘fuck, eddie, baby—’
eddie’s face flushes with heat. steve’s never called him that before. he likes it. he pulls off with a gasp, his chin wet with spit.
‘fuck me, stevie, please.’
‘okay,’ steve says breathlessly, reaching down and holding a hand out. eddie slides his into it, and steve pulls it to his hip firmly. ‘tap if you need me to stop. okay?’
‘yes.’
he grips steve’s hips, but has to let go with one hand to squeeze his own dick so he doesn’t come as steve grips his hair and holds his head in place. eddie’s eyes close as wet, filthy sounds fill the air and he holds his breath, suppressing gags. he’s groaning softly, focusing on the ache of his scalp as steve’s fingers twist and squeeze in his hair. the pain is stronger, better, than the pain of his sides and limbs that are bandaged.
‘fuck, eddie, your fucking mouth, so fucking— so fucking good, love it so much—’
eddie might be ascending. maybe the bats actually killed him and he’s in heaven. (he never thought god would let him in. but crazier things have happened, he guesses, like this: steve harrington fucking his face in the bathroom of a hospital.)
he wishes he could record steve’s loud groans in a loop. maybe use them in a song. (no one would know it’s king steve’s voice, weak and vulnerable and sounding close to tears as he uses eddie’s mouth. no one except eddie.)
‘shit— shit, shit, eddie. eddie, i’m gonna come, fuck— fuck, where do you want it?’
eddie pulls back, gasping for breath, and he holds his mouth open, sticking his tongue out.
steve’s eyes are dark as he comes, groaning, and his fingers thread through eddie’s hair gently, soothing his scalp.
‘so fucking good, shit.’
eddie gives him one last suck before he grins up at him, squeezing his hip. steve is panting, grinning back at him, almost deliriously.
‘stand up,’ he says as he tucks himself back in his pants. ‘get your dick out.”
eddie laughs, pushing himself to stand, pressing a hand to the stall door to steady himself as his vision goes a little dark for a second.
‘take a guy to dinner first, harrington.’
‘later,’ steve mumbles, kneeling. he watches eddie unbuckle his belt almost impatiently, reaching to grip eddie’s thighs until it’s done, and then he take over, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
‘god, it’s like you’re desperate for it,’ eddie says, awestruck, pulling the hem of his shirt up out of the way.
‘i am,’ steve says adamantly. ‘’m so desperate for it, eddie, give it to me please—’
eddie leans back against the wall to keep his knees from buckling as he reaches into his pants to pull his dick out.
‘here, baby, you can have it.’
steve whimpers as he swallows him down, his hands tightening on eddie’s legs, his eyes fluttering, shining.
‘jesus. anyone ever tell you how pretty your eyes are, stevie?’
‘mm-mm.’
‘no?’
steve shakes his head minutely, his lashes fluttering as he does something with his tongue that has eddie weak.
‘’s a fucking tragedy,’ he says breathlessly. ‘you got the prettiest fuckin’ eyes, fucking princess eyes, oh god, steve—’
steve hums, reaching a hand back to squeeze eddie’s ass, his cheeks hallowing as he sucks harder. eddie might be dying. (amazing that this is what takes him out. not demonic bats ravaging his body or an alternate dimension and evil villain, but steve harrington’s mouth.)
‘jesus, who gave you the right?’
steve makes a little questioning noise, raising an eyebrow at him, and eddie scoffs.
‘good with your hands, good with your hips, good with your fuckin’ mouth. frankly it’s unfair.’
steve pulls back, working eddie with a hand. his chin is glistening with fallen spit.
‘you’re funny,’ he says lightly. ‘and also you too.’
‘me too?’
‘good with everything.’ steve kisses eddie’s dick. eddie is breathing hard, weak. ‘you remember at that party? when you sat on my lap?’
‘fuck, yeah.’
steve pauses to slide his tongue across eddie, eyes closed blissfully like he’s enjoying it as much as eddie is.
‘couldn’t stop thinking about… how hot you’d look riding me.’
‘oh, shit.’
steve takes him back into his mouth, humming and squeezing eddie’s ass again.
‘fuck, i want that,’ eddie babbles, holding steve’s head, his fingers in his hair. ‘want that so bad, baby, i want you inside me, want you fuck me. oh, fuck— fuck, i know you’ll be so good to me, stevie, you’ll treat me fucking right, i just— just know it, shit—’
his hands tighten in steve’s hair as he gets closer, and steve closes his eyes, head bobbing, mouth wet, and eddie knows he must be fucking loud, especially in the echoey room, but he can’t hear shit right now. his head is filled with static. beautiful, blissful static.
‘fuck, i’m com— i’m coming. steve. steve. steve.’
steve smiles at him. and swallows.
eddie falls lax against the wall with an exhale, breathing hard, lightheaded. steve tucks him away in his pants and carefully zips, buttons, buckles. eddie wants to cry.
‘holy shit,’ he murmurs. steve falls against him, his forehead pressing into eddie’s neck. eddie hugs him. ‘better?’
‘mhmm. we gotta go back out though.’
‘fuck. i know.’
they don’t move. until eddie feels solid on his feet and he opens his eyes, tugging steve’s hair to make him pull away. his eyes are half-mast, his cheeks and lips red, his hair is… a mess. eddie laughs softly, closing his eyes and turning his face away when steve raises an eyebrow.
‘what’s funny?’
‘…i know we swallowed the evidence, but—’
‘gross.’
‘you did it too. you liked it.’
‘…mm.’
‘but you look like you just got fucked.’
‘yeah?’ he seems too happy about it.
‘you’ve got bad sex hair, man.’
‘you are not allowed to call me man after we fuck, eddie.’
eddie grins, amused, running a hand through steve’s hair.
‘sorry, sweetheart.’
steve stares, his (princess) eyes flickering over eddie’s face, glancing at his lips.
‘’s better.’
eddie wants to kiss him. but he doesn’t. not now.
steve goes to the sink to check himself in the mirror, and eddie follows after him, like it hurts to be away from him, like they’re attached by a string.
they both do their best to run their hair under the sinks, using paper towels to dry the ends so they’re not dripping. steve washes his face in the sink, and eddie watches as he dries his face and hands.
‘you’re so pretty.’
steve meets his eyes in the mirror. he smiles.
no one notices them come back into the waiting room, except nancy. she meets eddie’s eyes and presses her lips together, looking him up and down and glancing at steve (who doesn’t notice, sitting heavily in a chair and sighing softly) with a raised eyebrow. eddie shrugs (what?) but she just tilts her head, narrowing her eyes (don’t bother lying.) he sticks his tongue out at her. and sits next to steve. their feet touch. neither of them move.
everyone goes home. dustins mom picks him up from the hospital but he goes home with the sinclairs. max goes with them too. robin goes with nancy. eddie watches as steve says goodbye to them all.
eddie goes with steve. for now, it’s the safest place he can go. his dropped charges are being sorted out, but it isn’t safe for him to go to wayne’s new place. (it isn’t safe for wayne to know where he is at all yet. yet.)
steve microwaves some tv dinners for eddie and himself. they eat sitting on the dining table in steve’s mansion, talking and laughing and making fun of each other before steve takes him upstairs to the guest room. there’s a bathroom in it. steve has to show him how to turn on the shower and change the temperature, and then he kneels on the floor again, carefully removing eddie's bandages, telling him there's a first aid kit downstairs. i'll fix you up after your shower.
the shower is nice. really fucking nice. the water hits his back in a hard, steady stream, and the steam smells the expensive soap that's sitting on a little shelf in the wall. eddie probably uses too much of it. oh well.
steve's hair is wet when eddie goes to meet him downstairs. only one of his wounds is bleeding, a little bit, and eddie's hand is cupped under it so he doesn't stain the carpet. steve tells him it doesn't really matter. it's fine for eddie to leave his mark in the harrington house.
he gets him a spare toothbrush and toothpaste. eddie goes to bed in the spare bedroom after they say goodnight. that they'll see everyone tomorrow.
it's too quiet.
eddie thought the trailer park was quiet, but he'd just gotten used to the sounds of doors squeaking open and shut, of his neighbors taking their trash out at night, of music bleeding through doors and across the street. steve's house is in the woods, away from everything. eddie can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. he can hear the house settling, random, quiet creeks making his bones ache with some kind of terrified anticipation.
he sits up after a while, wincing. his room is too dark to see anything, so he stares into the darkness, bringing the end of his comforter up to his face and inhaling. it smells vaguely like steve. like the whole house smells. he can't quite tell what it's missing. maybe steve uses some kind of cologne that wouldn't linger around the house.
the comforter doesn't help much. he's almost shaking, listening to his own breaths, and he feels like he might panic. so he gets up, flicking on the lamp and quietly creeping down the hall until he reaches steve's room. he knocks as softly as he can, already feeling guilty for waking him up, but when steve says eddies name, he sounds awake.
'hi. sorry.'
'are you okay?'
'yeah, no, i just... i just kind of, uhm. i don't know.'
'...come here.'
eddie closes the door behind himself. steves room is on the other side of the house than the guest room, and the moonlight can peer through his window, shining streaks of silver across the hideous wallpaper.
steve holds his blanket up for him, and eddie, his cheeks warm, climbs in next to him.
'nightmare?' steve asks quietly. theyre not touching, just laying side by side under the blankets, looking up at the ceiling.
'no,' eddie breathes. 'couldn't fall asleep. 's too quiet here.'
'yeah,' steve says like he knows. 'fucks with my head sometimes.'
eddie sighs. steve sighs. neither of them falls asleep.
eddie moves closer.
'can i tell you something?' he whispers. he doesn't know why he's talking, why he's telling steve this when no one is supposed to know this. not even steve.
'yeah. 'course.'
theyre whispering even though there's no one around, even though they're in the middle of the woods, even though they could be screaming no one would know. steve's voice is so soft eddie can almost feel it, warm on his skin like sunlight.
'...i think i'm falling for you.'
steve is quiet. for a long stretch of time. until—
'that's cool.'
'steve.'
'it's cool, eddie. it's...' he's quiet for another moment. 'it's really cool.'
eddie debates what to say, his eyes burning, but then steve's hand brushes his under the blanket.
'it's cool,' steve repeats, whispering.
'oh,' eddie breathes.
their fingers lace slowly, and then steve is doing this thing, brushing his thumb back and forth over eddie's skin, and eddie wants to fucking sob, because he didn't know he wanted this so fucking badly. but he doesn't know what he'd do if he didn't have steve's hand in his.
after a few minutes, steve pulls his hand away and eddie wants to cry again, but steve just moves closer, lifting his arm to wrap around eddie, murmuring for him to come closer, and then eddie is laying on his chest, steve's arms strong around him.
'i never thanked you,' eddie says softly, rubbing his cheek against steve's chest.
'for what?'
'coming back for dustin and me. even though that wasn't in the plan.'
'i had a bad feeling.'
'thank you.'
steve takes a slow breath. eddie feels his chest rise and fall, and he closes his eyes.
'im so glad you're okay.'
eddie hums, sighing.
'me too.'
steves arms tighten around him, one hand sliding up into eddie's now dry and frizzy curls, his fingers twisting in them and tugging lightly in a way that makes eddie melt against him even more.
'stevie,' he says, almost whimpering.
'mhmm.'
'can i...' he cuts off, taking a breath, hesitating.
'can you...' steve prompts gently.
'fuck. can i kiss you? please? i...'
steve pulls at his hair, exhaling sharply.
'yes. yes, come here, eddie, please, i need it.'
eddie scrambles to sit up, kneeling next to steve and leaning over him. his hair falls around their faces like a curtain, and steve reaches up to push it back, holding eddie's head in his head as he struggles to sit up to meet him. eddie puts his hands on steve's chest.
he leans down, brushing their lips together, inhaling as steve exhales, like he's stealing his very breath.
he squeezes his eyes shut when they finally kiss. steve is so gentle. so careful. like the bats got to eddie's lips too.
steve tastes like mint toothpaste. his fingertips are light on eddie's skin, brushing over his cheeks, behind his ears, over the sides of his neck, and eddie wishes they'd done this that first day, in the locker room, because this might have been what he's been missing this whole time. it's so good.
'jesus, stevie.'
steve pulls him back down, kissing him desperately, sucking on his lip, and eddie's never been kissed like this before. so carefully, so tenderly. eddie moves to lay down again, his head resting on steve's shoulder, but steve doesn't pull away. his arm wraps around eddie's neck, his fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and eddie wraps an arm around his waist, humming breathily as steve's teeth tease his lip.
they kiss until eddie's lips are sore. until his lips are slick with spit and he's breathless,
when they finally part, eddie exhales, smiling.
'woah.'
steve laughs softly, pulling eddie closer until eddie's face presses to his chest.
''s nice,' steve murmurs. he kisses the top of eddie's head.
'youre nice.'
'go to sleep, baby.'
'okay.'
he closes his eyes and slips a hand under the hem of steve's t-shirt to press to his warm skin. he sighs, pressing closer, still smiling absently, because he just kissed steve harrington (for a while), and the world is saved, and all his friends are okay, and his charges are going to get dropped, and then he's going to be able to see wayne and his friends from school, and everything is okay.
it's still almost silent when he starts to drift off, but he can feel every breath that steve takes, every rise and fall of his chest, and he can hear steve's heartbeat, can feel it right against his cheek. he falls asleep.
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