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like you wanted it forever eddie gets to kiss steve instead of telling him to make vecna pay. it's a whole thing.

“Hey, Steve?”

It slips out before Eddie can stop himself. He didn’t actually want to say anything, was content with keeping it all to himself, but his brain and mouth don’t always communicate and now he’s frozen, stuck standing here watching Steve watch him.

It’s just that Eddie could die today. Or Steve could, or they both could, and no one would ever know how Steve has crawled under Eddie’s skin and settled into the space behind Eddie’s ribs. It’s just a crush, probably—it’s not like it’s been long enough for it to develop into much more.

But Steve hasn’t given him a moment’s peace since Eddie held him against the wall in that stupid fucking boat shack with a broken bottle pressed to his throat. Before then, really, if Eddie’s being honest. He’s been curious since he met Dustin and the shithead wouldn’t shut up about him, and he’s been furious since the tenth grade when Steve smiled at him in the hallway instead of sneering like Tommy H and Eddie’s traitorous heart had almost thundered out of his chest.

He’s been aware of Steve for years, is the thing, and he could overlook the pretty part when he focused on the douchebag part. And it worked. Until Chrissy. Until he found out about some fucking monster dimension and a girl with superpowers. Until Steve was reassuring him and looking after all those kids and sacrificing himself at every opportunity and taking a bite out of an honest to God bat, Jesus fucking Christ.

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve is probably straight and still hung up on his ex and would never be interested in someone like Eddie, but he can’t help himself. He’s captivated by those big, brown eyes and that pretty pout and stupid fucking hair. Steve is beautiful and clueless and brave and kind and it makes Eddie want to pull out his hair and scream.

Steve is too much, and it’s not fair, and now they might die and Steve might hate him forever if they both even make it out of this but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. They’re already in hell, so why not?

“Yeah?” Steve’s still staring at him, expectant. His lips are turned down in concern and Eddie doesn’t feel like resisting anymore. “Hey, man, you alr—”

He strides forward, determined, and grabs a stunned Steve by his cheeks before pressing their lips together.

It’s awkward at first. Steve doesn’t react, just stands there, unmoving, and right as regret is seeping into Eddie’s bones and he’s about to pull away, Steve seems to come to life. He grabs Eddie’s waist with both hands and pulls him in, kissing back fervently, like this is all he’s living for, like he’ll die if they stop. It takes Eddie by surprise, but he’s not complaining.

Kissing Steve is like shredding on his guitar in front of a cheering audience, the adrenaline and rightness of it all lighting up his insides so bright it makes him dizzy, shoves his heart into his throat. And when Steve licks into Eddie’s mouth and moans quietly as Eddie sucks on his tongue in return, Eddie knows he doesn’t want to go a day without this. One of Steve’s hands leaves Eddie’s waist to cross behind his back and cup the back of Eddie’s skull, tangling his fingers in his curls and tugging, just enough to reposition Eddie’s head for better access as he delves into his mouth again. It feels like lightning striking, sparking down Eddie’s spine.

Eddie suppresses a shudder, and he knows that he won’t be able to stop if they keep going for much longer. Steve’s mouth on his is much more addicting than he feared, and he feared the worst. He slows them down, using his hold on the other man’s jaw to control their pace, to keep Steve from surging forward again, making the choice for both of them even though he can feel Steve frowning.

He kisses Steve one, two, three times before taking a shaky step backwards. Eddie releases the front of Steve’s vest, unaware one of his hands had moved to grip it at some point, and gives it an awkward pat. “Don’t die out there, yeah?”

Steve stares at him, lips bright red and chest heaving, prettier than he has any right to be. He gives a weak nod. His eyes are still trained on Eddie’s mouth, hungry, and he sways forward slightly.

Eddie laughs softly and pushes him away, something sparking deep in his belly. “Later,” he promises. He’s not sure he can trust himself to say much more than one word at this point.

Dazed, Steve nods again, but the tittering coming from Robin and Nancy reminds them they have an audience and seems to shock Steve back into functioning at least somewhat like a person. He clears his throat and glares half-heartedly at Eddie. “You’re such an asshole.”

Eddie huffs, delighted, not offended in the slightest and hopelessly endeared as Steve runs a hand through his hair. It’s a better reaction than he could’ve hoped for. Still, he brings a hand to his chest and feigns innocence. “Me?”

Steve gives his bandana a sharp downward tug, fixing what he spent the past couple minutes mussing, and says, “We’re talking about your shitty timing when I get back.” Eddie can barely process anything beyond the hand that settles on his hip and squeezes. “I’m gonna be pissed if you’re not alive, Munson,” he warns. Steve nods in Dustin’s direction, who looks torn between horrified and delighted. “Henderson, too.”

“I’ll keep him safe,” Eddie says, adjusting Steve's strap as an excuse to rest his hand in the middle of his chest.

“Yourself, too.”

Steve smiles and presses a brief kiss to Eddie’s lip as a promise.

It only lasts a second, but Robin’s apparently already reached her limit with them. “If you two are done, there’s a super-powered psychopath trying to murder our friends that we need to stop? Ring any bells?”

“Yeah, sounds vaguely familiar.” Steve rolls his eyes, gives Eddie’s hip one last squeeze before he finally rips himself away to walk backwards, towards the girls but still facing Eddie, annoyingly and effortlessly charming. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at Eddie like he can’t believe he’s real, like he’ll disappear if Steve looks away for even a moment. It makes Eddie feel all sorts of gooey and ridiculous.

“You’re gonna trip like that, and I’m gonna have to laugh,” Eddie tells him, raising his voice as the distance between them grows.

“You just wanna watch my ass as I walk away.”

“Don’t keep me waiting then, princess.”

Steve’s too far away for Eddie to see if the pet name flustered him the same way big boy did, but he laughs and obeys, turning around to keep walking.

Within seconds, he’s casting a look back over his shoulder and grinning helplessly when he meets Eddie’s eyes, like he didn’t mean to but he can’t not. A wide, dopey smile spreads across Eddie’s own face in response, broadening when Steve looks away with a shake of his head and what sounds like a muttered, fucking dickhead. Eddie has never wanted him more.

He wishes he could call out to him, grab him by the collar and pull him in again, but Steve’s figure is getting smaller, shoving at a laughing Robin and accepting a gentle, approving nudge from Nancy, and it’s all the motivation Eddie needs to make sure they make it out, the light at the end of this gruesome nightmare.

Dustin’s smug expression is quite truthfully the last thing he wants to see when he turns around, so of course it’s closer than he thought it’d be when he turns around. Taunting remarks wouldn’t be enough to diminish the fluttering in his chest, but he still really doesn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t.”

“I’m happy for you,” Dustin says, practically beaming at him.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters as he pushes past him and heads for his trailer.

“I did tell you so,” Dustin reminds him cheerfully as he follows him. “I’m just saying, clearly, you should listen to me more.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and opens the door for the kid. “You said he wouldn’t beat the shit out of me if I tried to make a move. Not exactly the same thing, Henderson.”

“Okay, I didn’t predict how,” Dustin makes a face, “enthusiastic he’d be. But it still counts.”

Eddie grins. He leans his head against the door, fighting off a lovelorn sigh. “He was really into it, wasn’t he?”

Dustin quirks an eyebrow. “About as much as you. I thought you were going to swallow him whole at one point—”

“Alright, Henderson, yup, thank you—”

“Like a python, you know? Just unhinge your jaw and—”

“Okay,” Eddie ushers him inside, “I think we’re done now.”

Dustin laughs and gets to work, but all Eddie can think about is Steve’s hands on him, in his hair, on his waist, a trail of fire left in his wake. He still feels the ghost of Steve’s lips on his, can still hear the quiet noises he let slip.

He bites back another smile. If they survive, he’s going to continue what they started and not let up until Steve is a panting, writhing mess beneath him, until Steve knows from the way Eddie presses his mouth to his skin just how beautiful he is, how perfect and tempting and good. Eddie desperately wants to see Steve taken care of for a change, and he wants to be the one to do it.

(They do. He does. Everyone pretends to hate them for it.)

you can read this on ao3 here

#did i force myself to finish this just so i could mark it as a completed prompt maybe so #anyway this is how that moment SHOULD'VE gone. fuck the duffel hags fr #steddie #pookies #steddie fic #this one was just completely unprompted #.docx #steve x eddie #steve x eddie fic #steddie prompts #not actually but i'm making it count

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