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For the different AU: Steddie with 50. secret dating at work AU

Well, you ask, I deliver. That's how this works. I hope you love this! This was so much fun to write. Thank you for the prompt!

TW: +18 MINORS DNI. Rated E. for oral sex, anal sex, filthy talk, semi-public intercourses.

One for the money (two for the show)

Read it on AO3

They never really meant to take it that far.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. The office had been the most stressful place during all October. There was so much work to do since two coworkers were on sick leave and another one on vacation, so little time, and the worst of all, Steve’s boss was constantly interrupting him for everything. It was a call to his desk every ten minutes to ask for an update of whatever task that was supposed to be finished, but with such an unsustainable rhythm of work it was impossible to get anything done.

It didn’t help that the computer system kept updating. Of course, it had to run that update during working hours, and that was annoying, but what kept everyone cursing was that every single time an update window popped up, something just stopped working. Sometimes it was the printer. Some other times the internet speed was so slow that it didn’t even reach the company servers. There was this other time (and that put the whole office in a riot against the IT guy) that every computer language switched to mandarin.

He could just not work like that.

Papers, and files, increasing numbers of unread messages in his inbox, and external callings kept coming all day long. It was a fucking nightmare. Steve wasn’t stressed because of how much work was coming in, he was stressed because he could not have a moment to organize what he had to do.

There was stuff on his desk he didn’t even know what it was about.

And shit, he was good at managing tasks, he was a fucking ace at his job, but he could not work like this.

That was why he needed to stay over after his shift was over, when everyone else went home with no wish to stay a minute more than necessary in that goddamn office. And to be fair, he would rather have taken up Robin’s offer to go grab a beer at the bar down the street with some coworkers as well, just to shit in communion for a while about how much working there utterly sucked. It was Halloween after all. But if he didn’t stay over a few more hours, he would never get out of that work spiral.

Steve could just not let that happen.

It was around nine and he thought he was alone. He was making some copies in the print room when Eddie, the IT guy, came in, cursing under his breath. He startled when he saw Steve, clearly thinking he was alone in the office, too.

“Shit, Harrington, give a man a warning next time,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t know you could see me,” Steve deapaned, focusing on his copies. “This is Harrington’s ghost, he died on his desk two hours ago out of stress.” Steve took his copies turning to him. “Happy Halloween. Boo.”

Eddie huffed a laugh.

“Well, lucky him, he got to escape this hell,” Eddie said, tying his messy curls in a bun. “But you know, if you’re a ghost you don’t have to keep doing this shit.”

Steve turned at him while the copy machine kept working loudly behind him, stocking paper. “Haven’t you heard that we spirits can’t leave until we have no more unfinished business left behind?”

Eddie approached Steve with an amused grin.

Steve almost smiled when he stared at him, so close, unapologetically. Eddie was goddamn hot, especially when his big, dark eyes roamed through his face until it landed briefly in his mouth, just to look back at Steve’s eyes while absentmindedly wetting his lips. Eddie, with his old band tee under a red flannel, messy hair, more chains around him than they were practical.

Eddie, now inches apart from him, with a velvety, mocking voice when he said, “well, I think you’re gonna be here for a while, then.”

Steve put his hands on his hips, leaning against the copy machine while lifting a questioning eyebrow.

“Why? Are you gonna keep me here?”

Steve stiffened when Eddie responded by coming closer and putting a hand on the machine, locking him. They were so close for a second that Steve could feel his breath against his chin, but it was over too soon. Eddie had in his hands the copies that Steve was making.

The stack of paper was blank.

“The last update de-programmed the printers again.”

Steve closed his eyes, annoyed, tired, frustrated. He muttered a “fuck this shit” under his breath when he covered his face with both his hands.

Eddie cackled for a second after Steve’s almost dramatic reaction. “It’s okay, Harrington, it’ll be two minutes.”

Steve stepped aside and let Eddie work. Steve took some deep breaths to calm himself.

“Look, why don’t you go home? Fixing this old monster is the last thing I’ve got to do. I can make these copies for you, I’ll leave them at your desk.”

“No, you don’t have to do that,” Steve said, anger poorly hidden in his tone. “I can make them myself.”

“You look like you’re about to snap, man.”

“That’s because I am. I’m so fucking tired, Munson. I can’t just go home and rest because I can’t stop thinking about all the work I have to do, and so I can’t sleep, and even if I do, it’s a restless one, because I keep dreaming about these fucking files I can’t just get done on time because we are so fucking short of people in the office, and Hopper is stressed, so everyone is stressed, and I can’t even have lunch outside my fucking desk (and that’s when I manage to take five to eat) and I keep spilling bagel crumbs all fucking over, oh, and I almost spilled coffee this morning over the fucking keybord, but it wouldn’t have mattered because nothing fucking works properly in this fucking piece of shit of office that feels like a fucking prison!”

Steve has raised his voice. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

Eddie looked at him and stood.

“Sorry,” Steve muttered.

“Don’t be. I’m stressed too. You know, I should be right now in a shitty bar in Indy making my sweetheart scream with my bandmates, you know? But I can’t leave because the fuckers above can’t sit and make a single update without breaking anything else, and that’s because half of the programming team got fired, so they’re using this office program as a guinea pig until they do it right, only they won’t because the half the team they fired were the actual ones who knew how to do this shit. And I’m alone in my department this month, so I have to keep this place running, even if I get shit from all of you when the printer stops working, because the alternative is that you’re going to lose every data since the last backup, that happened to be last Wednesday, so it would mean losing three days of work!” Eddie shouted back. “And this wouldn’t be happening if the CEOs of this shit of a company wouldn’t be greedy fuckers who would cut their mother’s fucking pay if that meant another zero added to their accounts. Fuck.”

Eddie took a deep breath and pressed a beeping button. He put the stack of blank paper back in the copier and took one of the documents Steve had in his hands. He ran a test, and gave Steve the copy and the original.

“There. Fixed.”

Steve took the papers in silence. The air felt charged.

“Sorry if I made you feel like it was your fault. I know it’s not.”

“You didn’t. I get that you’re frustrated.”

Eddie was giddy, playing with the rings in his hand, not looking him in the eye.

“I’m beyond that, honestly. I feel like I have all this stress, all this energy that has nowhere to go, and I don’t know what to do with it.”

“I know, I feel the same.”

They locked gazes.

The next thing Steve felt was the wall against his back, and Eddie against his lips, copies forgotten. They didn’t even bother closing the door, since they were alone. Eddie’s tongue was too distracting to think about anything else.

Eddie Munson was addictive. He kissed Steve like a starving man, making Steve moan every time he dipped his teeth in his bottom lip, every time he sucked Steve’s tongue in his mouth, demanding. Imperative.

Eddie kissed, licked his way down to his neck and his jaw, sucking his tender skin, hands slipping under his clothes. He whispered in Steve’s ear, like looking for absolution, how many times he had dreamt of bending Steve over his desk, full of bagel crumbs and fucking him stupid. Steve told him how much he wanted to suck him off.

And they did it.

Steve undressed Eddie and got on his knees for him. After swallowing him down, Eddie turned Steve around against the wall and ate him out so good he almost didn’t need any fingering before Steve begged him to fuck him senseless.

Steve never had come untouched before until Eddie.

Steve never had someone before that didn’t settle with just one orgasm (and that showed himself so excited to desecrate their workplace so deeply, as a literal fuck you).

No one had pressed all of Steve’s buttons so sweetly good, that after a couple of hours he was as lax as if he just woke up from the best dream. He felt no less than new.

And by the face that Eddie was making, eyelids barely open, lazy kisses and heavy breathing, Steve guessed that it had been, at least, equally good for him.

The second time they did it was three days later, none of them were able to get over that experience. They stayed over, waited until they were alone and they did it again. And again the day after. And again, and again.

They even had a code now.

They fucked exclusively in work, mainly because their relationship was strictly physical, and they both were on the same page about getting a release in stressful times. And since their intercourses were the way they were, they kept it a secret from everyone. Not that it was forbidden to date a coworker or anything, but they were not dating. They were fucking. And neither Steve nor Eddie had the desire of getting caught.

They kept doing it even when everyone got back to their jobs and there was not that much work, and the whole software updates came back to normal.

It was in December when they decided to go to a bar after work with Robin, Chrissy, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle. And Steve had a blast. Besides being a sex god, it turned out Eddie was fun as hell. He got along pretty well with his platonic soulmate, and Steve would be lying if it didn’t feel as if Eddie was the missing piece in this dysfunctional group.

They even went to the Christmas party together.

Group hangouts became private occasional, public places hangouts. They saw a movie, or they went out to play pool or darts. Steve went to see him playing with his band (he was so relieved when he learnt that by ‘making his sweetheart scream with his bandmates’ he meant his guitar) once or twice, and then they drank enough to not overthink the fact that Eddie stayed at Steve’s that night.

The morning after it was the first time they actually fucked outside the office.

No rush, no tension to get rid off, no purpose on sex beyond making the other feel good. This time there was room for caresses, and kisses, and smiles that felt anything but secret, now.

There was room for questioning things when they were alone after that morning, wondering when their lines started to get blurry. Almost knowing that nothing was now just physical. Watching Eddie sleep between his sheets, so peacefully, his back kissed by the waking sun changed something. Not wanting to move to not disturb him while wishing to wake him up with kisses was a beautiful contradiction.

Watching his deep coffee pupils looking for his face first thing in the morning made his heart skip a beat.

There was no room for doubt when he ran into him at work the day after that and felt his cheeks burning red because he remembered the picture of him granting him with a lazy, sleepy smile.

By June, Steve asked Eddie to be exclusive, and Eddie replied with a cheeky grin that he had exclusivity since Halloween.

It was Eddie, though, who told him first that he loved him. It was mid August. Steve kissed him stupid, and told him he loved him back.

That night they both came with their fingers intertwined and with each other’s name in their lips sounding like a prayer, dropping soft ‘I love you’s like they were afraid the other would forget.

A week before Halloween, they decided that it was time to stop hiding. They hadn’t fucked in the office in months. They were comfortable with people learning that they were dating. They were willing to tell them, finally.

It was in the bar, after sharing a secretive smile, when Steve told Robin, and everyone in the table, almost casually that Eddie and him were dating.

“What do you mean?” Robin asked.

Steve looked puzzled.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?” Steve asked. “We’re—Robin, we’re dating. Like, in a romantic relationship.”

The table fell silent. Chrissy and Nancy shared confused looks. Jonathan looked away to hide a cackle. Argyle was nodding, with a big, approving grin. Robin was still with her gaze fixed on Steve, looking at him like he was stupid. Steve started to get nervous.

“Why are you reacting like this? You’re freaking me out,” he said.

“Wait a moment—” Eddie muttered.

“Shit, I think they don’t remember,” Nancy said, slowly, a smile forming on her lips.

“What? What the fuck?” Steve fidgeted in his seat, and he saw by the corner of his eye Eddie covering his face with both hands.

“Oh, god. I’m happy for you, but—Guys, we already sort of knew,” Chrissy said, sweetly.

“You knew? How? Did you—” Steve stuttered, “—did you catch us at work or something?”

The whole table broke in loud complaints, simultaneously “oh, man, gross!”, “at work? Like you did it at work?!?!?”, “that’s awesome, my dudes.”

“Well, how did you know, then?” Steve was losing his patience.

“Dingus, you two spent the freaking whole Christmas party sucking face in front of us,” Robin shouted, amused, now laughing. “It was disgusting, we even had to ask you to stop.”

Steve instinctively looked at Eddie, who was still covering his mouth with his hand. His face was bright red.

“I thought it was a dream,” he muttered.

“Why don’t I remember any of this?” Steve asked.

“Because you sort of drank everything,” explained Jonathan.

Steve was mortified. So was Eddie.

“But—I mean, even if we did make out—”

“Still, gross.”

“—that could have been a one time thing. We haven’t been dating since that long ago,” Steve said.

Chrissy bit his lip and smiled tenderly.

“I don’t think any of us thought that it was a fling,” she leaned on the table, and Steve did the same, since it felt like she was spilling a secret. “You should have seen how you looked at each other.”

“Or listen to what came out of your very much drunk mouth, man.”

After a silence, Jonathan continued. “Eddie kept telling you that he loved the way he could turn your frown into a smile with a few kisses.”

“And you kept replying that he was the only one that had managed to do so,” Nancy finished, with a grimace. “No offense taken, by the way.”

They looked at each other, sinking into the realization that maybe they didn’t develop feelings that recently.

“Well, as I said. Gross,” Robin said, taking a sip of her beer. “Anyhow, congratulations, pair of dingus, on figuring it out. It just took you a full year.”

Robin raised her bottle, and the rest of the table mimicked her. “For the dinguses.”

“For the dinguses!”

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