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Feel it in your Guts 2/2

E (language, sexual content, recreational drug use-marijuana) 80s au continuation of this: Feel it in your Guts

sapphic!steddie, slight age gap, squint snd maybe some light dom/sub undertones.

this was supposed to be a cutesy lil sapphic steddie PWP but this second part is 7k and I have no control apparently. Here is the complete end of this not so little story literally no one asked for.

Watching other people’s pets allowed Stevie a certain level of flexibility. It wasn’t always a walk in the park (although often it literally was), she had to operate under other people’s schedules and make it work when things could change on a whim.

Robin hated the idea of having to bend and change her days around the needs of others; but the more Stevie accommodated the more income she made. Robin had majored in linguistics with a focus on foreign language. She now worked a stuffy office job translating medical books into different languages, their careers may as well have been on different planets.

Stevie had spent the past few years building up her clientele and garnering a reputation for quality pet care. She had taken a community college course to become a vet tech but ended up veering from that path and starting her business. She had spent the slow earlier days driving to Chicago to spend weekends with Robin away at college.

She had been surprised when Robin opted to move back to their small town. It screamed unfinished business with her on again off again not quite girlfriend Vickie. Stevie liked Vickie a lot, what she didn’t like was the way she shifted between her ex boyfriend and coming back to Robin after the fall out.

Right now they were currently toeing the line of being something more than friends. Her own friendship with Robin had come as a surprise starting with the other despising her at a local mall job in high school. They bonded over customer service woes and Stevie having a melodrama in a weird unhealthy push and pull of a relationship with a bullheaded jock who ran in the same circles Stevie did.

It had crashed and burned spectacularly leaving her reputation in the gutter and her fake friends nowhere to be found; but Robin had been there. Teasing her relentlessly about the brats she babysat and even though she had been a grade A bitch in school how she could do so much better than who she had been with. How she deserved so much better.

It was a revelation when Stevie felt like she was getting what she deserved; table scraps of affection.

When Robin had drunkenly come out to her she had ripped Tammy Thompson to shreds and hugged Robin tightly.

They were entwined in each others lives forever; platonic soulmates and keepers of each others secrets. It wasn’t until almost a year after Robin’s coming out that Stevie started to piece together that she wasn’t quite as hetero as she once believed herself to be. It was still new territory all theory and no practical experience.

More intimidated by women than she had ever been by men.

She knew she couldn’t deny it. Lots of feelings and fantasies. She was past the stages of lying to herself about it.

Renting an apartment together had been a natural progression once Robin moved back to town. The second phone line and answering machine was a business write off, or atleast that’s what her dad’s secretary assured her, and Stevie was so booked with clients she was really only at their place between jobs.

She tossed her keys carelessly onto the little tray Robin insisted they used in the entryway as she made a beeline for the answering machine to play any messages left for her in the last twenty-four hours. It was nothing too pressing as she took the time to grab a quick shower before having to do the new client meet up.

She smelled citrusy and fresh like her shampoo and conditioner it gave her an instant boost in her mood. The summer humidity was at the cloying stage where she felt like she couldn’t escape the sweating. She brushed out her locks that hung past her shoulder blades and applied a shimmery body lotion.

Letting herself grab a few moments of solace before having to turn on her customer service personality in a little while. She laid on top of her hastily made bed with just a towel wrapped around her body. Her mind wandered in the idle passing minutes she felt a softly insistent throb between her legs as she thought about tattoos and deep brown eyes.

She flicked her eyes over to the digital clock and was pleased to see she still had time before needing to motivate the reprieve allowing herself to get pulled in by the feeling. Stevie let her towel drape open and spread her legs slightly.

Smooth fingertips dragged down the plane of her stomach teasing between her navel and the neatly trimmed soft hair. She let herself conjure up a head of dark curls burying itself between her thighs before tracing the outline of her lips.

A surge of heat gathering lower than her belly as she trailed one hand up to squeeze at her nipples already formed into stiff peaks, she tugged a little more roughly. Stevie arched her back with the sensation before plunging fingers inside herself to gather the wetness and bring it back upward to circle her clit.

She knew how to get herself there as she tilted her hips and let her legs fall further apart. Images of toned arms and smirking dimples flitted across her mind. The muscles clenching as she felt the familiar build up, cresting with a full body buzzing pleasure as she reached her release. A contented sigh spilling out with her exhale.

The down side of often being in other people’s homes for over night jobs was having to wait for the comfort of her own bed for this. She let her limbs feel heavy for a little longer before getting up to get ready. She pushed the thought from her mind of just how long it’d been since she got off with someone else.

Stevie opted for a cropped white graphic tee shirt that had been Robin’s at some point, it was thin and buttery soft from thousands of wash cycles. She pulled on a pair of pastel pink shorts. She spritzed some hairspray to keep her hair from frizzing, swiped mascara over her lashes, and tied up the laces of her high top white Reeboks.

She surveyed herself in the mirror once more before leaving a quick written note for Robin. After the incident she made a point of leaving information of her whereabouts whenever she went off for work.

She recognized the street name as the one she had blindly pulled onto after her car chase experience. She still had a thank you card stuffed in her glovebox, she hadn’t scrounged up the courage to drop it off quite yet, she written a succinct message and filled the blank space with a cartoon rendering of Eddie with her switchblade, it was lame.

Even if Robin insisted it didn’t suck and was endearing (re: lame).

Stevie didn’t know if that was a silly thing to do, a thank you to someone she didn’t know, to a circumstance that had just happened- thanks for helping me not get kidnapped, assaulted, and possibly murdered; by the way love your bar aesthetic and I think about you when I touch myself now!

She huffed a laugh and grabbed her keys from the tray as she locked up on her way out.

***

Eddie had made a point of straightening up a bit the night before. She wasn’t inherently messy, she just lived in comfortable companionship with organized chaos. She inherited the small ranch style home that sat on the back acre of the bars’ property when they had signed the contracts of buying the bar.

It had needed a lot of fixing up to make it a functional living space. She’d always been good with her hands, and a weird sort of lucky since Gareth’s brother was a contractor and happy to field all of her questions during the process.

Being located on the outskirts of the property one of the guys would often rotate in and sleep off the fun of the night on her surprisingly comfortable thrifted couch. It was crazy what a few years and some elbow grease could turn a place into. She did a once over of the house between sips from her coffee mug, a perplexed Lemmy trailing behind.

She’d had the garbage hound for about two years now and he had been underfed and gangly when she came across him, still some puppy features to the growing canine. Jeff had guessed the dog to be just reaching a year old when Eddie took him in.

Wayne had laughed his ass off at her and the penchant she had for collecting strays. In childhood it had been the trailer park cats, and even an injured raccoon one time- Wayne always graciously put up with it. Lemmy was her first dog and luckily he was pretty chill- aloof even.

One of the patrons who had grown up with hunting dogs and hounds had told her it was a fairly common trait and even commented that Lemmy looked like some type of Coonhound mix with the floppy ears and speckled coat.

She’d usually ask one of the guys to stay and watch him but Freak was allergic to agreeing to help, Gareth could be unreliable with remembering to let him out and feed him, and Jeff would be the main acting manager at the bar; not to mention he had to trade baby watching duties with his girlfriend. His life was already booked up with responsibilities without having to add Lemmy onto the list.

Eddie had cut off black jean shorts riding low on her hips and cut short enough that the pockets peeked out from the fraying hem of the shorts. She wasn’t one for shaving and liked the look of her legs in the cut offs. She’d thrown on an old Iron Maiden tour tee and forgone a bra, most days she didn’t really need one anyways.

She padded around barefoot and wondered what her home would look like to an outsider. It was a quarter to ten as she refilled her coffee mug with the heat of the day starting to rise she twisted her hair up into a messy bun and let the unruly curls fall where they may.

As the time of the meeting inched closer she brought Lemmy to sit on the small front porch with her and await their guest. It was her favorite part of the home, Wayne had found the wood and helped her construct a small front patio space. It caught the sun perfectly this time of day and had been christened countless nights with friends hanging around after the bar closed. A small sanctuary in something as normal as a front porch.

“Promise to be good, Lem. Momma needs to let loose outside of this godforsaken town.” She mused at the creature as Lemmy leaned against her shoulder.

She lit her first cigarette of the day and let the tobacco wash over her system as she hummed out a Pink Floyd song that had been rolling around in her skull since the night before. In two weeks she’d be in Cali making questionable decisions and enjoying some dank weed. She just needed this meeting to go well.

The sun beat down as a maroon car pulled up to her drive way.

***

Stevie checked and double checked the address, a slight chill tingled down her spine despite the unforgiving heat. Was this a joke? Hopper had assured her the guy who’d followed her was actually still in jail due to an outstanding warrant.

This home was bringing her back to the area, which she had known with the street name but hadn’t registered just how close.

Her mind shamefully filled with Eddie again, back to the bar she had been meaning to stop by and drop off the generic thank you card burning a hole in her glovebox.

She pulled to the side to let the car behind her pass as she idled slowly to catch an address. Stevie rummaged in her center console to double check the street number and reapply her chapstick.

It should be here- she thought as she scanned the area.

Stevie spotted a small house just off set from the bar. She cruised through the empty parking lot and found a gravel driveway. Pulling up she saw the duo come into view. The sun was glaring down and her sunglasses were doing nothing to shield the strength of it.

She eased her car into park and peeled her thighs off the leather seat before making her way out. Even with having had her car air conditioning blasting she could already feel the cloying humidity the moment it turned off.

She pushed her sunglasses atop her head and walked forward keeping her keys held between her fingers, a girl could never be too careful.

Both figures stood up, the four-legged one trotting up to greet her. Stevie knelt down on the walk way, “Well aren’t you just handsome.” She cooed happily as she scratched floppy ears.

A shadow blocked the sun from her at this angle, “Thanks Princess, you’re a little sweet talker, no need to butter me up.”

The teasing rasp of the voice was instantly recognizable, it shouldn’t be, but it was. Princess had stuck with Stevie. It was a nickname she usually loathed but from those lips she couldn’t even mind it.

Stevie’s laugh bubbled out of her as she squinted up, “Eddie, right?”

Playing it off as if she didn’t fucking know already. Her heart lurched when she took in what the woman was wearing, handsome worked, but so did pretty, and above all just plain hot. Stevie wished she could run her hands up the long wiry muscled legs.

She was leaner than Stevie and taller too. All hard lines in an alluring way. Stevie was still knelt before her before she stood to her full height and brushed off her knees.

“So, Patty gave you my info? Small world.” She opted for small talk.

Eddie gave her an appraising look before nodding at the statement, “Yup, said her dogs were sad when you left.”

Stevie offered up a brilliant smile, “I take my job seriously. So this is-“ she gestured to the hound.

Eddie ruffled his ears, “Lemmy.” She said.

Stevie laughed, “Like from Motörhead?”

Eddie’s eyes widened as she clutched her heart dramatically, “Aw, Princess, you know who Motörhead is? Be still my heart.”

Stevie pet the dog again bringing her fingers dangerously close to Eddie’s, “Yeah, what can I say I’m full of surprises,” she leaned in closer, “But you’re not wrong in thinking I’m more of an ABBA and Madonna kinda girl.”

***

Eddie squinted when the car pulled up, out popped a young woman and as she approached the realization dawned on her, Princess, or more aptly in Gareth’s tone jailbait.

Her kneeling down to pet Lemmy had done something funny to Eddie’s insides as she watched. The white shirt she had on was so wash-worn she could see the outline of a, was that light purple? Bra peeking through.

She remembered the noticeable cleavage in the girls tank top as her chest heaved with adrenaline those weeks ago. Eddie bet she had fantastic tits, pert nipples and the firm roundness of youth- god she was a pervert.

But now, with her so close and smelling like bright lemon and florals Eddie wanted to devour her, “So you are more of a pop princess?”

“It’s called pop for a reason Eddie. I like something I can dance around to and sing along with. Makes chores a lot more bearable.” She smirked, all square jawed and perfectly dotted moles.

Eddie realized even barefoot she had a few inches on the younger girl. She gave her a conspiratorial smile and lowered her voice, “I like ABBA too, don’t ruin my street cred.”

Stevie giggled at the faux secret. Eddie was endeared, this was awful.

She stepped back and gained some control as she let out a low whistle, “Pretty young to have your own business.”

Stevie squinted at her, hand shielding the sun from her face, “That your way of asking how old I am? If I’m qualified to be in your home and not…throw a rager?”

Eddie let herself laugh out, “I guess.”

“I’m twenty-two, and trust me, my parents traveled a lot while I was still in high school, hosting a house party is way too much work.” She grinned back.

Eddie mulled over that information, thinking about a teen Stevie not looking much different than the- not jailbait thank you very much Gareth- girl in front of her.

Stevie seemed to realize she was here for a reason and tried to get them back on track, “So Lemmy seems good with me, I just like to get a feel for the home layout and an idea of his usual schedule if you’re cool with that.”

“Cool, yup, yes- definitely cool with it.” Eddie moved towards the house and gestured for Stevie to follow.

“Grand tour won’t take too long. It’s only about seven hundred square feet.” She led Stevie from the entrance and gestured to the living room through to the kitchen.

“This is nice…very, you.” She commented as she took in the lived in space that had smatterings of personality everywhere the eye could see, “You got window units too? Me and my friend share an apartment and right before this heatwave one of ours started making a death rattle.”

“Just got new ones, I can’t guarantee they’re perfect in this stagnant heat but they get the job…done? A little half assed, but’cha know how it goes.” She walked through a short hallway and pointed out the bathroom and the room at the end of the hall was the bedroom.

“To be clear I’ll be spending the two nights here with Lemmy?” Stevie asked.

Eddie turned to her as she answered, “Yes, he’s an air head and definitely marches to the beat of his own drum but more than an overnight solo he gets lonely. Starts with some pitiful howling or so I’m told. Luckily no close neighbors, I just don’t wanna stress the poor guy out.”

Stevie turned and bent over to snuggle up on Lemmy, “No we don’t, not one bit sweet pup.” She baby-talked to the happily grumbling dog.

Eddie admired the stretch of her hamstrings and the curve of her backside before darting her eyes onto some poster she had framed and hanging on the wall.

Stevie stood up, “So for a job like this I’ll give you the pricing rundown, but this all seems good with me and with Lemmy, so I think it’s a go.”

She stuck out her hand for a hand shake, “I feel like I should toss in a discount, like I’m repaying you for saving my ass last month.”

Eddie clasped the girls soft palm and reveled in the feel of it.

“Don’t worry about it, Princess, I can pay my way. Anything you need here for that weekend?” Eddie gave a theatrical wink before asking the follow uo questions.

Stevie bit back a laugh, “I usually sleep on the couch if there isn’t a guest room, you don’t have to worry about have any food for me I bring my own stuff especially for weekend stays. Full weeks have a few more guidelines but I feel better that we’ve even met before. Don’t forget to leave a hand written schedule for Lemmy’s usual day so I can try to accommodate it as best I can. I don’t think I’m forgetting anything but feel free to call me if any questions come up.”

“None that I can think of now.” Eddie replied as she blew her bangs off of her sweaty forehead.

Stevie watched the movement of her lips, Robin always talked about having a gaydar or a feeling for being in similar company but Stevie felt like hers was broken. She wished she could just out right ask but she didn’t want to pry, or be totally unprofessional now that she was doing a job for Eddie.

It's just she was pretty sure there had been some flirting.

“I should probably head out, I’ve got an afternoon walk to get to back towards Hawkins.” Stevie broke the pause.

“Let me walk you out.” Eddie said as she lift her arms to fuss with some of the wayward strands of hair.

Her tattoos were eye-catching. Stevie wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon that even though Eddie was lither she was tall and her arms looked strong in a way Stevie wouldn’t mind finding out if she could hold her in place. A heat rose in her cheeks she would resolutely blame on the sunshine.

The women headed back out of the house and down to Stevie’s car, “Oh, actually I’ve got something for you.”

“A gift for me? You shouldn’t have.” Eddie’s smile looked predatory before Stevie dug the card out of her glovebox.

Eddie’s eyes gravitated to her ass. She pictured what kind of panties a girl like Stevie would wear; what turned a girl like Stevie on. She got caught up on the idea of what it would feel like to dip her fingers past the leg hole of those pastel shorts and the hem of her underwear and breach the wetness within her.

Stevie whipped back out of her car and held up the card, “Sorry, I’d been meaning to drop it off, but then kept thinking it was dorky-“

“Dorky? Baby doll- I live for dorky. They don’t call me Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson because I was afraid of the strange and awkward. Gimme.”

Their fingers brushed and Eddie swore the younger woman’s cheeks tinted a richer shade of pink.

“Um, I gotta get going, but I’ll be here before you head off the following weekend, you can leave me a key? And write down anything I may need to know, about Lemmy or the house!” She waved and made quick work of driving off.

Stevie couldn’t watch Eddie open the card, it felt vulnerable, so she turned tail and left.

***

Two weeks had passed before she knew it. Eddie had even more time of thinking about Stevie since then. Especially the card, it was adorable, her depiction of Eddie was surprisingly spot on for only having met the one time of that intense night.

She knew this trip was supposed to help her get her head on right and let her freak flag fly in a city that appreciated it more. One that didn’t shy away from people like her. She also couldn’t shake the glance she knew she had felt Stevie give her.

Gareth insisted she was desperate and seeing what she wanted to; Eddie was the first to admit she could conjure up a pretty solid fantasy. She knew she wasn’t in this instance, it was palpable. There was something about Stevie.

A curiosity about her.

About the way she took Eddie in.

There was a knock at the door as she laced up her combat boots, it didn’t matter to her that it was mid August and muggier than the devil’s asshole. She just really wasn’t a sandals chick. She had already checked back with Mo to make sure the couch had her name on it and there was a band playing the first night she’d be in town.

Eddie was excited to get away.

She answered the door, Stevie stood in from of her in a gauzy off the shoulder crop top and jean shorts with her converse-

The outfit was steeped in temptation, a rendering of the girl next door. It was making Eddie’s mouth go dry.

“Hey Princess.” She pushed out.

“We’ve been over this sweetheart, it’s just Stevie.” She replied a calculated measure of bitchiness infused in her words.

Eddie gave her a dimpled grin, “Well you can keep using the pet name for me, Stevie.”

Stevie had shouldered her way inside, “How are you wearing all black? It’s a thousand degrees out.”

Lemmy sighed from his spot on the cold tiles of the kitchen too lazy to get up and greet Stevie due to the heat.

“See, he gets it.” Stevie emphasized as she pointed to Lemmy.

Eddie chuckled, “Always been a little more fashion over function.”

She handed Stevie the keys and the haphazard schedule she’d jotted down just twenty minutes ago.

“I never asked, where are you headed?”

“San Francisco.” Eddie replied, “Crashing with friends.”

She told her how she and the boys as she lovingly referred to Corroded Coffin had done a few stints of touring and she kept close with some cool people they’d met along the way.

Stevie listened intently. The shoulder of her top sliding further down and revealing more skin. Eddie realized the girl probably wasn’t wearing a bra. It was taking everything in her will power to keep her dark eyes at amber eye level.

There was a knock on the open door frame.

Followed by Gareth entering, he tossed his keys in the air and caught them, “Ready to head to the airport? Your wild weekend awaits.”

“If anything happens there’s a number to Lem’s vet, and contact info for me in Cali, you can also reach out to Jeff since he’ll be at the bar most of the weekend.”

Stevie nodded, “Don’t worry Eddie, it’s not my first time.”

Hearing Stevie saying first time drew to mind other images as Gareth cleared his throat.

“Right, right, well don’t have too much fun, Princess.” Eddie slung her duffle over her shoulder.

“I hope you have a lot of fun on your wild weekend, sweetheart.” Stevie teased back.

Eddie chuckled and shook her head.

“Ed, Airport, on time? Ring a bell? Your flight takes off in less than an hour.” Gareth spoke up.

Stevie gave them a finger wave as Gareth tugged Eddie by the bicep and out the door.

“Give Lem a goodnight kiss for me while I’m gone!” she shouted over her shoulder as they left.

They got into Gareth’s truck he turned the ignition and went to open his mouth-

“Not a fucking word Gare.” Eddie hissed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

***

The weekend was going fairly easy. Lemmy was a low key dog requiring only one longer walk that they’d done in the evening to stave off the heat. Stevie flipped through the basic cable channels but ended up opting to listen to a few albums. In Eddie’s scrawling handwriting she had emphasized Stevie could use her bed.

It's just, Stevie felt inappropriate about it. She opted for the couch the first night as Lemmy paced and whined a bit at the change up in his routine. She had stepped into Eddie’s room, she recognized rainbow flag up on Eddie’s wall as the same one Robin had a pin of it was amongst band posters and other framed art; but it was definitely there.

She tried her best not to snoop, the dog was lounging up on Eddie’s bed as she surveyed the room. She took in the art and what was on the fully stocked bookshelf- her card open and on display on an eye-level shelf, she looked atop Eddie’s dressers her curiosity getting the best of her as she accidentally peered into Eddie’s bedside drawer- that had been a revelation. She closed it just as quick as if Lemmy would tattle on her.

She took the hound out on the front porch and cracked open one of the beers that had been stocked in the fridge another note taped to them saying drink me- like Stevie was some Alice in Wonderland. She and Lem sat outside and watched voyeuristically at the goings on of the bar not too far out of sight.

Sunset faded into dusk and fireflies floated around them, also seemingly too hot to zip about faster.

Tonight was shaping up to be warmer than the last and the window unit in Eddie’s room was a lot stronger than the fan combo she had set up in the living room.

Stevie opted to stay in her room and move one of the standing fans in as well to keep circulating the air. She figured if she just slept atop the bedding it would be less invasive and settled herself in for a dreamless sleep.

***

Eddie’s weekend was a whirlwind so of course she’d get to the airport and find out her flight had been changed. She was more than a little exhausted and running on fumes. The California weed was so much stronger, the strains lifted her up in a different way.

She’d gone to those bars with her host and even with the prospects of some anonymous fun, no one really struck her in the right way. She tried to follow through let herself be led to the bathroom, it had been sloppy and quick she couldn’t quite get there but said she did so they could finish up. The woman had a blonde pixie cut and although her fingers were skilled Eddie’s brain to pussy connection was apparently broken.

The younger woman staying at her house was imprinted in her mind.

Later that same evening she’d found herself in a tattoo shop and letting her impulsiveness take hold. The stark black outlines of a pocket knife were now embedded on her hip. The scratch of the needle more mind numbing than the bathroom hook up had been.

Eddie stood at the customer service desk with a group of other people presumably on her flight. She made arrangements for the next available one and figured she find a way to waste time in the airport, first she needed to call Stevie.

She stepped back outside in the departure area and scrounged up some pocket change. Leaning against the brick wall Eddie called her own landline and hoped this wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience.

***

Stevie was able to swing one more night as she and Lemmy lounged around with the AC units blasting. The weatherman had touted that today was going to be the hottest day of the year on record.

She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail to let the back of her neck cool. Lemmy was back to laying on the kitchen tiles and panting softly after he demolished his breakfast.

Stevie had already decided the extra night would be on her, a way to pay Eddie back for her kindness the month before. She hoped they’d find a way to stay in touch.

She picked up the landline and dialed her apartment to let Robin know,

“How’s it been staying in her place?” Robin had asked over the sounds of making her own breakfast.

“Good, fine, Lemmy’s a gem and Eddie has a ton of cassettes and records. No cable, the AC unit seem better than ours, are you melting?”

“Fuck this heat.” Robin huffed in a whiney tone.

Stevie laughed and switched the subject, “Um, she has a rainbow flag in her room-“

“So she might be into you!” Robin crowed.

“Well I don’t know about me specifically but y’know, maybe women in general.” She mumbled over the line.

She wasted some of her morning chatting with Rob.

Then straightening up around Eddie’s places waiting for the sun to start to lower to be able to bring Lemmy for a walk.

***

Eddie knew her flight was going to get in early, she’d opted for a cab over making one of the guys come get her from the airport at the ass crack of dawn. She felt like she smelled like stale sweat, the act of spending hours in the airport the day before and then taking this red eye flight home.

Her side had the pleasant ache of fresh ink as she stretched her arms overhead and grabbed her black duffle bag. The ride to her place was comfortably silent as she slipped some of the last of her cash in the drivers outstretched palm.

She already had her keys in hand as she quietly snicked them into the lock and let the door creak slowly open. Usually Lem would come greet her, but the sun had barely begun to rise.

She carefully slipped off her boots and saw some remnants of her current inhabitant. An empty beer bottle was left by the sink and her house looked neater than when she was the sole person bumming around here.

She noticed the empty couch with the perfectly folded throw and fluffed pillows as she made her way down the short hallway to her bathroom. Eddie opted to take a quick shower first and get the airplane residue off of her skin.

Towels wrapped around her body and twisted atop her head she made her way into her room. The door was left cracked open as she made her way in.

Sleeping beauty had nothing on Stevie Harrington.

Lemmy was lazed across the foot of the bed and Eddie had never been more jealous of a dog in her life, lucky bastard, she thought at him.

Eddie stood frozen to the spot as she watched the other girl. She breathed soundly sprawled on her stomach on top of Eddie’s covers, her hair like an ethereal crown across Eddie’s pillows, she was in Eddie’s unwashed Iron Maiden tour tee shirt. It rode up high exposing the expanse of Stevie’s lower back, which lead Eddie to the cherry on top-

Stevie’s baby pink silky panties and nothing else, just miles of tanned toned legs that were on display for her.

The entire picture was sinful.

The curve of her ass something Eddie would want to have her face buried in.

Like something out of a magazine.

The temptation was looming as Eddie snapped herself out of her daze and made to grab some clothing she slipped into some sleep shorts and yanked on a tank top foregoing underwear altogether. Lemmy finally started to stir.

Stevie must’ve sensed the dog’s movement and full bodied stretched, her back arched and her toes pointed and Eddie wanted.

Stevie sleepily rubbed her face against the pillows and grumbled a sleep raspy, “G’mornin’ Lemmy, y’er mom’s coming home today.”

She had no idea Eddie was there.

Eddie cleared her throat softly, “Mommy’s home.” She joked with her off brand humor.

Stevie shot up fast and turned immediately.

Eddie stepped forward hands up in surrender, “Sorry Princess, was gonna let you sleep a little longer, scouts honor, just needed to grab some clean clothes.”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie, my heart’s pounding!” She screeched out at the surprise.

Eddie gave her a sheepish smile, “Don’t be mad? It’s been a long twenty hours or so.”

Stevie had a hand held over her still thundering heart.

Eddie’s smile turned a little more predatory, “You look good in my shirt.”

Her brain to mouth filter must’ve been left somewhere between California and here.

Who was she kidding? It barely existed at the best of times.

Stevie shifted and grabbed for a pillow to cover herself up, “Oh my god, oh my god, I don’t have pants on.” She whined out.

“Don’t change on my account.”

Stevie felt like her body was being lit up from within, her cheeks a flaming shade of her shame.

“Eddie, I am so sorry-“

“For what? It’s just coming up on five that’s a killer hour to be awake.” She squinted at the digital alarm clock by her bed.

“You should totally be the one to apologize for me getting home super early, because that’s definitely your fault. Only psychopaths sleep with pants on, Princess.” Her tone was light, flirtatiously teasing.

Stevie felt a certain boldness come over her as she pushed the pillow back up to the head of the bed, “In that case, wanna crawl in? sleep a little longer?”

Eddie’s expressive eyes went wide.

“Eddie, am, am I reading this wrong?” Stevie’s words tripped out, embarrassment seeping into her gut.

Eddie tossed off the towel from her damp hair and crawled up the bed, “Am I reading this wrong?” she asked before leaning in for a kiss.

Stevie surged up, she needed this, she had thought endlessly about it-

What it would feel like with a woman, but over the past few weeks what this would feel like with Eddie.

Her lips were plush but insistent, fingers finding their way into Stevie’s sleep tousled hair. Stevie let herself get lost in the sensation of being kissed by Eddie. She allowed her hands to start to rove down the planes of Eddie’s back.

Eddie let out an unsexy oof as she broke the kiss, “Lemmy kicked me in the gut.” She laughed out and grinned before dipping in to steal another quick kiss.

“Don’t freak out on me, let me just let him out and toss some food in his dish.”

Eddie made quick work of getting Lemmy taken care of. Stevie sat on the bed feeling dumbfounded, fingers tracing her own lips she could already feel a warmth growing between her legs from just kissing the other woman.

She thought of Eddie’s tattoos and her contagious laughter. She wanted this so bad.

Time must’ve passed since Eddie came back in with the soft click of the door shutting behind her.

“So, thinking it over?”

Stevie rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away from her face, “Nothing to think about, c’mere.” She gestured for Eddie to join her.

“You ever done this before?” Eddie asked, herself a little more nervous now that the quick impulse had happened.

Stevie bit her lip, “N-never, I’m a virgin.”

Eddie’s face must’ve shown some level of horror as Stevie cackled.

Eddie pushed her playfully, “You brat!”

Steve’s laughter died down to calmer giggles, “I’ve had sex, um, remember I said my parents traveled a lot?”

Eddie nodded.

“Just, never with another girl- I’ve thought about it a lot…”

She trailed off as Eddie listened.

“We don’t have to do anything or anything more than make out.” Eddie said with a note of sincerity.

Stevie twirled her hair between two fingers, “I really want you to touch me, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

And there it was, those magic words, because Eddie had known she felt something reciprocal.

“Princess, c’mon and show me then. How can I resist you wearing my clothes baby.”

Stevie crawled in closer and pressed her lips to Eddie’s as she took control of the kiss. Stevie was hungry for this she licked past Eddie’s lips and climbed into her lap. Eddie made a noise that spurred her on. They broke apart for breath as Eddie peppered kissed over the angle of her jaw and the alluring line of her throat.

Stevie rocked in her lap a wetness growing as her arousal deepened. Eddie’s fingers skimmed the waistband of her underwear.

“These little pink panties, they’re killing me Stevie, think I’m dead- must be dreaming.” She said between planting kisses.

Stevie fingers tugged on Eddie’s hair, “Dream of me often?”

“Yeah but more like this-“

Eddie flipped her onto her back as she settled between Stevie’s thighs, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Stevie rocked her hips and ground her cunt up against Eddie’s stomach, “Don’t you dare stop.”

Eddie gave her a devilish smirk before shoving the borrowed tee shirt up Stevie’s stomach to expose the pert roundness of her tits. She thrust against Stevie as she made her way to kiss and nip over her chest. Her hands roamed over Stevie’s body before fingers passed under the barrier of her silky panties.

Eddie sucked a nippled into her mouth as she dipped a finger into the hot, wet core of Stevie. Eddie hummed around her nipple. The vibration pulling a whimper from Stevie as her thighs fell wider apart to accommodate Eddie.

Eddie pulled her finger out and sat back on her heels as she toyed with Stevie’s panties before shimmying them down her legs, “Gonna eat you so good Princess, you can pull my hair, don’t be shy.”

Eddie positioned herself between Stevie’s legs as she slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy and worked her tongue on Stevie’s clit. Her own belly filling with desire causing her wetness to gather and wanting to be filled; needing attention and clenching on nothing.

She moaned against Stevie’s pussy and let the taste linger on her tongue as Stevie’s thighs started to shake and close towards her head, the other woman’s fingers holding a tight grip on Eddie’s hair, almost holding her in place. Eddie sucked and plunged her tongue into Stevie’s center alongside her fingers as the younger woman cried out.

Eddie held her thighs apart as she worked three fingers into her and kept sucking her clit, “Oh, oh my god, I’m gonna come again.” The breathy moan was worth the ache in her jaw as Stevie came on her fingers and from her mouth a second time in quick succession.

The muscles in her belly quivering as Eddie let up and Stevie pulled her back up her body and in for a filthy kiss. She tasted herself on Eddie’s tongue and felt almost drunk from the release.

No man had ever made her feel this way before.

Most guys she’d been with could barely make her come.

She pushed Eddie’s tank top off and saw the glint of silver through one of her nipples, Stevie brought her hand up and pinched the already pebbled nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Eddie.

“Tell me what you like.” Stevie said breathily.

“I like pretty pillow Princesses.” Eddie replied unhelpfully.

Stevie pinched her nipple harder as Eddie hissed, “Oh, you’re a mean little thing aren’t you? Good think I like ‘em a little mean, harder to tame that way.”

Stevie sat up against the headboard and positioned Eddie back with her as she let her own fingers slip past Eddie’s comfy shorts, “No panties Eddie?” She whispered in her ear.

Yup, she was no blushing virgin Eddie gathered. It was hot, her fingers trailed past the wiry hair between Eddie’s legs as they started to traced over her sticky lips.

“You want me to? Ask nice, sweetheart.” She sucked on Eddie’s earlobe as she finished the sentence. Eddie clenched her thighs as a monstrous desire rolled through her.

“Put your fingers in me baby, gimme all three at once, wanna feel you.”

So Stevie did as she was told.

“Touch me like you touch yourself.” Eddie whined out as Stevie knelt behind her and worked her fingers inside Eddie’s dripping pussy. She brought her other hand up to play with Eddie’s pierced nipple as she kissed and sucked at her neck.

Eddie felt the build up, “Keep going Princess, you’re treating me so good baby.”

Stevie whined in Eddie’s ear at the praise.

“You like being my good girl? Then go harder-“ Eddie didn’t need to finished her sentence before Stevie changed the angle and worked her wrist to get deeper inside Eddie her palm brushing against her clit.

Eddie arched her back and keened the noise almost foreign to her ears as she came hard, soaking Stevie’s fingers.

Stevie pulled them out and righted Eddie’s shorts as Eddie leaned against her as if her strings had been cut. This is what she had needed, Stevie was well and truly in her system.

They laid back as Eddie dug out a joint from her bedside table.

“Show me how to go down on you in a little while?” Stevie asked innocently, eyes large with genuine curiosity.

Eddie barked out a laugh, “How are you real?”

“I dunno, but I really like you.” She said as Eddie lit up and passed her the joint.

Stevie took it happily, she was sated and loose limbed already but the weed made her feel delightfully fuzzy.

“You really like me, huh, princess?”

Stevie slapped her arm, “You’re not trying to get rid of me yet are you?”

“Never.” Eddie replied, maybe meaning it too much.

***

Stevie walked into the apartment as Robin immediately poured her heart out over the next bit of the saga between herself and Vickie.

“Date already, Rob, just ask her- like point blank.”

“Okay misses confidence, I guess I could be more direct.” Robin agreed but narrowed her eyes at Stevie.

“That’s not your shirt.”

Stevie bit back a wild grin, “No it is not.”

She stood and waited for Robin to compute her words.

“Can confirm, in practice I like women too- specifically Eddie.”

Robin screeched, “How did you not lead with this?!”

Stevie figured maybe almost getting kidnapped or worse hadn’t been for nothing in the end.

***

I edited the sex scene between clients today and that didnt make me feel like a creep at all 😅🙄 thanks so much for reading!

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if this would've been complete yesterday it would've lined up with the spanking prompt, alas it did not but here's some sweet n' spicy dom!steve, sub!eddie E | 3.2k | 🌶 (sexual content, language) fluffy, smutty, getting together. title from tom petty- you wreck me.

Being physical with his friends wasn’t new. Steve had been in sports all his life starting with tee ball at the ripe old age of three. It came with camaraderie and high fives, hip checking, bumping shoulders, and as he got older the occasion pat on the bottom with a cheerful good game.

He and Robin were almost constantly touching or connected in some way if they were hanging out; upside down events kind of had a way of normalizing and needing touch. Dustin sometimes still insisted he and Robin should date- the accusations only made him and Rob amp it up around the group.

He'd have her head in his lap, braiding her hair or she’d curl around the back of him on the couch and sling her leg over his thigh. Dustin would throw him meaningful glances the definition of unsubtle and he and Robin would try not to laugh.

Even the Party were a lot more physical with each other.

After Vecna Max wouldn’t ask for the physical support but everyone stepped up to the plate. Her sight had restored as much as they thought it would and she required thick lensed glasses and started and ended most days with achy joints.

Eddie had made it out with injuries mainly superficial aside from the bite by the major artery in his leg,

femoral artery, dingus, Robin would always correct.

They were able to form a tourniquet and get Eddie medical help before he bled out. It had be slasher films level of gore. The more Eddie got comfortable hanging around and soaking up the full lore of the upside down the more he allowed the physical contact.

Because before all of this he and his Uncle shared hugs twice a year- on their respective birthdays. He was a little more tactical with his friends, an arm slung around a shoulder while he popped off a joke, but nothing really beyond that.

Steve would pat his shoulder as he walked by he’d bop his hip into Eddie’s in a friendly manner if they were standing close, a week ago they had fought over the remote and Steve had grabbed onto Eddie’s ponytail and yanked in a way that had Eddie almost let out an embarrassing moan-

It was driving Eddie insane.

Maybe from the others he noticed less, but the touches from Steve were now being catalogued and analyzed in his brain on repeat.

The casual contact was becoming constant and he’d go home to the new government issued double wide trailer and shove a sock so far into his big needy mouth as he harshly jerked himself off thinking of Steve’s fleeting touches, of that fucking hair pull. The release was always intense and always happened when his mind wandered to the image of giving Steve total control.

With come cooling on his stomach and a spit-soggy sock tugged out from his mouth Eddie would lie there blissed out for a moment until the wave of guilt crashed over him.

He felt like a pervert.

He really was the town freak.

But the idea of Steve knowing what Eddie needed and taking what he needed? It got Eddie rock hard.

He always knew his preferences were with guys. He’d had a few dalliances in bar bathrooms over the past two years- but Eddie was basically a twenty, almost twenty-one year old virgin, and on top of the gay thing he more than suspected vanilla sex wasn’t it for him.

He'd seen the smut magazines, he knew what got him off.

Eddie now with a shiny GED and a nest egg of government hush money rotated his time between his Corroded Coffin band practices, writing one offs for the Party every few weeks, and spending so much time with Steve and Robin.

All of the casual touches as Steve recounted a disaster date, or Robin whining heart-brokenly over Vickie being back with her college aged boyfriend, he was almost ready to beg for more from Steve.

He wasn’t above begging.

It was like it’s own form of slow torture.

Edging until he could get home and touch himself. He’d be half-chubbed as he sped his faithful clunker of a van home and stuffed his hands into his tight jeans.

He knew it was scumbag behavior but there was something about Steve Harrington and his perfect hands, ass, voice- entire being that had Eddie drooling like a starved mutt.

***

Movie night had evolved. Sometimes it was a full group thing, now with the Hoppers and Byers back in Hawkins, sometimes it was an older kids thing even though they pretty much all constitute as adults these days, and sometimes like tonight it was just the mismatched trio of Steve, Robin, and Eddie.

Eddie pulled up to the familiar Loch Nora house. It was now officially in Steve’s name. His parents hadn’t put up much of an argument as Steve had used Robin’s advice to approach the topic like a business proposal.

His dad had actually been fairly impressed by the professional quality Steve had used and been supportive with the exchange of Steve pursuing community college and taking on the bills. He and Eddie along with a rotating crew of the Party had slowly been immersed in small projects to update and redecorate the space making it less sterile and plaid and more homey and lived in.

Eddie let himself in through the unlocked front door, “Honey I’m home!” He called out as he toed off his reeboks.

He heard Steve laugh from the kitchen as the phone rang. Eddie made his way into the space and saw Steve leaning against the wall with the land line phone tucked between his shoulder and ear.

He had on tube socks with red stripes, soft looking athletic shorts, and a worn Hawkins Marching Band tee shirt that was a little snug through the chest and shoulders. It was clearly borrowed from Robin and most likely oversized on her if it was almost fitting Steve.

“Uh-huh? Your mom’s that upset? No I get it. Yes I see you almost everyday-“ His voice rumbled.

Eddie’s eyes were glued on Steve’s legs, he shifted and the shirt crawled up to expose a small strip of stomach. Eddie was now mesmerized by the trail of hair from Steve’s naval disappearing beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts.

“Love you too Robbie. Pick ya up on Sunday for work.” The sound of him placing the phone back in the receiver broke Eddie’s increasingly impure thoughts as his eyes darted back up to Steve’s face.

“What was that all about?” He recovered quickly.

“Robin’s mom invoked a mandatory mother-daughter weekend. Guess we can switch up the movie pick since it was originally Rob’s turn.” Steve shrugged and poured the now popped popcorn into the mega bowl they always used.

The thing is in all the months post Vecna Eddie and Steve hadn’t hung out one on one- maybe very rarely?

Eddie was trying to pinpoint if they had. One time Jonathan passed out after a smoke session, so it was kinda like just the two of them?

Eddie shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth and munched obnoxiously, Steve shoved his shoulder, “Ew, man.”

Eddie muffled a laugh, “What? You don’t like see food?!”

Steve rolled his eyes and threw a piece of popcorn that hit Eddie square in the forehead, “Bulls eye!” Steve cheered before dodging around Eddie, slapping him between the shoulder blades, and making his way into the family room.

Eddie trailed along feeling out of sorts the stinging from the quick smack warm between his shoulders. Weird Science somehow won out while he wasn’t paying attention; or paid too much attention to Steve bent infront of the VHS player.

He grabbed them a few beers before grabbing the remote and getting settled,

“…and action.” Steve announced as he did every movie night without fail.

The opening credits began and Eddie let himself get distracted by the truly awful film. He got up a quarter of the way in to grab a few more beers to share and sunk closer to Steve on the couch.

He even popped off the tops with his keys as Steve murmured a quick thanks, he let his free hand rest along the back of the couch behind Eddie’s head as he tried not to focus on the body heat seeping from Steve so close to him.

Eddie found his limbs growing looser and his eyelids a bit heavier. Steve got up to put in another movie and when he came back he laughed lightly at the quiet, ‘m awake, Eddie hummed out sleepily.

Eddie felt almost dreamlike as warm, sturdy hands rearranged him to a laying position. He didn’t question it, he was comfortable.

***

Steve didn’t want to come across as conniving but he and Robin had orchestrated all this. He could barely ever get time alone with just Eddie. When the metal head came out to Steve and Robin a few months ago Steve had been supportive.

When he continued to crash and burn all his dates and think how much more fun it would’ve been seeing that particular movie with Eddie,

or how Amanda laughed too politely not the way Eddie’s whole body shook with a good belly laugh when they roasted Dustin,

or how Leah had asked him to tug her ponytail as she blew him- she came up for air with a spark in her deep brown eyes that reminded him of Eddie and repeated, tug like you mean it Harrington, and he almost blew his load right then thinking of Eddie on his knees for him and saying those words.

Although he hadn’t planned for Eddie going all boneless and sleepy on him. It worked in his favor. He was idly carding fingers through Eddie’s frizzy curls, the other man’s head in his lap as he dozed. He was soaking it in, his hands on autopilot as he started to rhythmically plate braids the way he did with Robin.

Eddie rubbed his cheek against Steve’s bare thigh. The hot puffs of breath tickling over his skin. His fingers snagged lightly as Eddie huffed out a harsher breath and a tiny whimper.

The noise had something stir within Steve.

He did it again, the reaction was even better.

An image flashed of him holding Eddie down.

He felt like he was taking advantage, like he was being a creep.

“Okay, Ed, movie’s over. C’mon.” He poked his cheekbone gently.

Eddie snuffled against his leg.

Steve rubbed a hand up and down Eddie’s back, pulling a sleepy sigh from him, “Wake up sleeping beauty.” He sing-songed.

“Eddie,” He shook his shoulder, “Get up.” He punctuated the last demand with a smack on Eddie’s ass.

Two things happened in succession:

Eddie ground his hips into the couch,

And he let out a deep unmistakable moan.

The room was silent.

Eddie jolted up.

Steve grabbed the back of his head, fingers a firm grip at the base of his skull, “Eddie, it’s okay.”

His dark eyes were wide and skittish like a caught animal, “O-okay? Okay? I just, I’m a total perv-“

Steve cut him off and eased his grip, “You were just sleeping, didn’t mean anything, did it- mean something?”

Eddie looked anywhere but at Steve’s face.

Steve was already starting to fill out the front of his shorts, “Do you want it to?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to his, “You-“

“Could be into it, am into you.” Steve stated boldly.

The script he and Robin had was just about Steve coming out as bi to Eddie, not remotely what was unfolding here.

“Me?” Eddie squeaked out, voice higher than he intended.

Steve nodded and let go of Eddie’s hair completely to give him space. He looked frazzled, his eyes scanned Steve’s body, pausing at his bare thighs. There was no way he missed Steve’s own hardness.

Steve gave him a sharp look, “Do you like being spanked, Eddie?”

A humiliated crimson painted across his cheeks.

“You do, don’t you?” Steve spread his legs wider the evidence of his interest on display in the dim lighting, “Wanna lay across my lap?”

Eddie bit his lip and looked away, he looked back, “Do you want me to?”

Steve stroked a hand over his erection as he looked at Eddie, “I do, if you do- how long have you liked me Eddie?”

Eddie fiddled with his hair and tried to infuse defiance into his tone, “You think I like you?”

Steve shrugged nonchalant, “Do you touch yourself thinking of me?”

Eddie felt his face reignite.

Steve grinned and leaned close to whisper, “Dirty boy.”

Eddie’s skin broke out in goosebumps, “I like you.” He breathed out.

“How long?” Steve repeated.

“Maybe even before all the Vecna shit,” he lowered his own voice to barely above a whisper, “maybe since we were both seniors.”

Steve smirked, “And you didn’t say anything?”

“Did you?” Eddie hissed back.

“I think maybe you need to be punished for not asking for what you need.” He patted his lap again.

Eddie felt his dick starting to fill at the implication, “What’re you gonna do about it, big boy?”

“Hmm, cocky? Well let’s see how many months is that? Since you started liking me?” He mused aloud.

“I just thought maybe there was more to you than the other jocks, didn’t start actually liking you until…until I saw you picking up the kids from Hellfire and shit.” Eddie answered honestly.

Steve gave him a warm look, “So that’s about ten months then?” it actually lined up to Steve really noticing Eddie.

Initially with what he thought was jealousy. Then after all the upside down bullshit knew it as something akin to a crush.

Eddie nodded at Steve’s assessment.

“C’mon then, over my lap.” He gestured as Eddie eyed him as he scooched closer.

Steve guided him down and dragged at his hip to rearrange him to Steve’s liking sprawled over his thighs. Attentive cock pressed against the denim prison his jeans were acting as.

“Good job, Eddie.”

The words sparked something in him as Steve slid a hand down his spine, he shoved up Eddie’s tee shirt and swirled designs with his blunt fingertips along exposed skin.

How is this real? Eddie’s mind screamed.

The palm of Steve’s hand came down on his denim clad ass.

“That’s one.” Steve stated, “We’re going to ten, get ready to count.”

Eddie was already squirming. Steve held him in place and planted another hard smack over the denim, “Two.” Eddie pushed out.

Steve soothed a hand over the curve of his ass.

Steve wasn’t unfamiliar to taking charge. He’d had a few enthusiastic partners about it- none compared to Eddie and how responsive he was in this moment.

Steve played with the waist band of Eddies’ jeans, “Let’s ease these off?” He still posed it as a question.

Eddie lifted his hips not being able to find his voice. He unbuttoned and unzipped as Steve bunched them past his ass cheeks, boxers still in place.

They felt like nothing compared to the thick denim that had been there before.

Steve repositioned Eddie into his lap and got a pillow for his head. He propped it for Eddie and spoke close eliciting goosebumps “This okay?”

“Yes, Steve- please.” Eddie squirmed in his lap.

“How many more?”

“Eight.” Eddie answered immediately.

“Good boy.”

His hand connected again the sound almost an echo in Eddie’s mind.

“Three.”

Steve did slapped down three more in quick succession that Eddie counted out and tried his best not to drag his cock against the sofa.

Steve soothed his back side his cool palm dipping into the back of his boxers and feeling the hot skin underneath. Eddie could feel Steve's hardness pressing into his stomach. He whined at the skin on skin contact.

Steve eased Eddie’s boxers down, exposing him, “So pink for me sweetheart.” Steve said voice steeped in awe.

Eddie’s hips thrusted shallowly. The attention was getting to him.

Steve caressed the skin and one more surprising smack-

“Seven, fuck.” Eddie’s words darted out.

The hit had caught him where cheek met thigh.

Two more rapid strikes one on each cheek- and Eddie knew he was leaking.

Steve stroked over him, grasped at the globe of his ass, exposing Eddie, “So good, to think you wouldn’t have told me after all these months-“

He struck down with the final blow.

Eddie cried out needing release.

He felt fingers ghost over the cleft, “Steve, Stevie, please let me- touch me.”

“Let you what, Eddie?” Steve asked, his own breath more labored than before.

Eddie saw his hand come into view as he answered, “Come, I needta come.”

“Suck.” Steve responded as Eddie gathered saliva in his mouth and let his tongue twist around Steve’s fingers.

He returned them between the cleft and pressed against his center. It was a little dry but Eddie needed it so badly.

He canted against the prodding digits, Steve sunk one in, then eventually the next. Eddie felt out of his mind, “So good for me Ed, taking it so well.”

Eddie started to thrust lightly as Steve worked his fingers inside him, “You can come, sweetheart, I got you.”

The release was intense, the strongest orgasm Eddie had ever reached, the hottest moment in his existence was reduced to coming on Steve couch with his fingers inside Eddie. He eased Eddie through his orgasm and removed his fingers slowly, pulling up his boxers and giving him a fond pat on his ass, playfully.

Eddie sat up with shaky limbs and went to slip his hand into Steve’s shorts, Steve blushed, “I, uh-“

“Did you come?”

Steve looked a little embarrassed, “That was kinda one of the hottest things ever- so yup.”

Eddie leaned in and kissed him.

He’d been ‘punished’ before ever having kissed Steve. It didn’t matter, they broke apart grinning. They’d have so many more things to explore together.

“It was good?” Steve asked him a self-consciousness creeping in.

Eddie gave him another kiss, “Yeah Stevie, kinda one of the hottest things ever.” He repeated back to him.

Steve smiled again, “Stay over?”

Eddie nodded.

He gave him an impish look, “Y’know, when you’re ready you’ll be the first person to fuck me.”

Steve made a wounded noise.

Eddie might actually be a lot to handle. He was up for the challenge though, so up for it.

***

The next movie night Robin had chosen the film. Steve had filled her in on how their plan had turned out. Subsequently Eddie had learned it had in fact been a plan in place for a confession and not…exactly what had happened.

As the three of them filed into the room. Robin froze, “Yeah, no, don’t think I wanna sit on that couch…” She made a face at the two of them.

Steve and Eddie cracked up and dragged her onto it anyway, “Don’t worry Robs, it happened more over…there.” Eddie pointed to the direct spot.

Robin blanched and hit him on the arm, “You’re gonna be insufferable about all this aren’t you?”

Eddie laughed happily, “Stevie will keep me in line, won’t’cha big boy?”

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