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sky full of song - steddie ff.

summary: the god of love, eros - steve harrington -, can’t seem to find love himself, no matter how hard he tries. he feels so unloveable. but then the god the music, apollo - eddie munson -, changes everything for the better.

notes: i made up a lot of things in this fic, so sorry for every big greek mitology fan :D a pretty long fic which i worked a lot on, hope you enjoy <3

Steve Harrington - mostly known as Eros, the god of love - was never really good in love himself. Yeah, he showed up to countless people, bringing love and happiness into their lives, watching them from afar afterwards with a little knot in his stomach. Steve chose love long long years ago, because he always wanted to experience such a thing. But all he got was people watching. Even in his own town somewhere over the forests and hills, he was all alone. He had friends, but not a lover.

Steve truly ached for a lover.

A lover to touch and kiss, to share sorrow and joy with. A lover to whisper secrets which no one else can hear, because they are not allowed. A lover to let the feeling linger around his heart, and even stain it a bit in reminder, that now he belongs. Steve was a genius in creating love. He managed to make deep connections between men, women, teens, eldelry people. Even animals. It never really mattered, he just acted the way he felt himself. He had this wonderful ability to do it and if he wanted to, he could have made anyone fall in love with him. The truth though was a bit difficult. Steve didn’t want to force anyone to fall in love with him, just because he did his magic. The gods knew mortal people’s fate since the beginning, the pairs Steve got were always meant to fall in love. But Steve didn’t know his fate and he wanted to be loved for himself, not because he wanted the person to fall in love. He felt so unloveable. Sometimes he lied awake at night, thinking. This was a silly, unreasonable habit, but sometimes he closed his eyes and brushed his fingers against his cheeks, imagining it was someone else. This was the only way he could feel any emotions. This night wasn’t any different either. He stayed up until dawn and only drifted to sleep as the first rays of the sun started to peek through his window. He could only slept around an hour or two, before a sharp whistling melody woke him up. He kept his eyes half closed, as his messy curls fell into his face. Suddenly he couldn’t even tell where the sound was coming from. Soon though, he was able to tell that it was coming from straight under his window. He climbed out of his bed along with a groan, regretting that he didn’t sleep more.

With a harsh move he opened the window, ready to yell the head off of the person who decided to play the role of an alarm clock, but as he looked down, suddenly all of his anger was gone. Steve leaned out from the window as much as he could, standing on his tip toes to look down onto the person who was sitting by the wall of his cottage. He had wild, curly hair and bony hands which were picking on the petals of a flower. He was still whistling, completely unaware of the other god who was looking at him. Steve immediately recognized him as Apollo, the god of music and art, better known around here as Eddie Munson.

Steve sinked back down onto his heels for a moment to think. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now his heart was pounding fast in his chest. He understood that the god of beauty was Aphrodite, but oh dear. Steve always thought that Eddie was the most breathtaking person in the whole world, just as beautiful as his art. Steve was more than surprised that he was there, casually sitting there at his home without doing anything. And what did silly Steve did to get Eddie’s attention? He stood on his tip toes once again and reached down, so the tip of his fingers could touch the wild curls of Eddie’s. Steve just felt like he couldn’t talk, or at least he wouldn’t know how to and what to say someone as pretty as Eddie. The god of art jumped a bit, dropping the flower from his hand and looked up. Well Steve wasn’t ready for such a quick reaction. His face got flushed within a minute as Eddie’s hazel eyes settled on him, and he couldn’t help but immediately step back from the window, tripping in his carpet and falling onto the ground with a big thud.

A few moments passed by before a subtle cough which was coming from outside.

“Hey, Steve? Are you okay?” it was a funny sight as Eddie tried to reach up to the windowsill as much as he could so he could see Steve.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck.” he cursed under his nose, earning a little laugh from Eddie.

“Oh, I thought the god of love has a just as delicate personality as his ability. Seems like I was wrong.” Steve felt like he could pass out by now, just sitting there, trying to find out what to say. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Okay, wait!” he finally gathered his strenght to stand up, stumbling in his own leg. “I’ll let you in!” as he said this out, his mind gave him an imaginary slap. Why is he doing this to himself?

The truth was that Steve was fond of Eddie for a long, long time now. They met almost every day in the capital of town, around the corner or in a grocery store. Basically they just always happened to meet somehow, someway. It was something about Eddie that made Steve feel all kind of wonderful things that he made his mortals feel. Something so delicate that he was scared to hold it in the palm of his hand, terrified he might damage it or even break it. The gods liked to organize parties where everyone in town was invited and there, at each and every party, Eddie got so close to Steve. He didn’t even drink much, but his hand was constantly on Steve’s shoulder or waist, laughing and smiling at him all the time. And Steve was basically fighting for his life as a blushing mess, his stomach being filled with this tingling feeling that he felt when Eddie was around. Gosh, Steve was pretty sure he is slowly falling in love, but he never believed that Eddie would ever feel even a slightly similar feeling. But that never stopped Steve from wanting him. And this morning Eddie randomly showed up at his home and he had no idea why. All of the sleep went out from his eyes, his pulse was in the skies. He held the door knob for a few seconds before finally opening the door and yes, there was he. There was Eddie - Apollo - in all of his wonder and art, his beauty and tenderness. Steve felt like the ground was about to open under his feet and swallow him right there. He just couldn’t take off his curious irises off of him. He wanted to ask Eddie how does it feel to be this beautiful.

“Oh great lord, I’m so glad you didn’t break yourself, angel!” Eddie smiled with relief, leaving Steve speechless one more time. Steve was a god, a gorgeous and powerful god, but no one ever called him angel before.

“I told you I’m okay.” he answered, finally forcing himself to speak. “But how come that you’re here? I mean.. not that you bother me, I was just wondering.” and there goes the second imaginary slap. Steve was kneen on overexplaining things, but Eddie seemed unbothered and rather.. mesmerized? Is that the right word for a person who is staring at someone with a soft smile and sparkly eyes? Steve was pretty sure he could call it that. Eddie leaned against the doorway, his eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Wanted to see you, Stevie.” he said, not wanting to hide the truth anymore. There was something new and strong lingering in Eddie, which filled up his mind with the thought of Steve and every beauty and treasure that Steve was. Eddie didn’t sleep a minute the night before - a not so great habit that the two of them share -, because his heart was so awake and loud. And now the proof of this all was shown in Eddie’s hickory eyes, and Steve felt his cheeks heating up. His lips parted, ready to say something, but Eddie was faster. “I missed you.”

“Oh.” Steve felt a bit stupid after this not so smart answer, but Eddie just shook his head and reached his hand out, before quickly pulling it back, not so sure if he should touch Steve. “Eddie, are you.. are you serious?” this was like any of those scenarios Steve saw in front of himself at least a million times. The love confession happens and one of the people is blushing, the other is talking blah blah blah.. but right now? Right now Steve was in one of those cases, and he wasn’t even sure what was this all about. Eddie stepped into the cottage, Steve immediately backing up a bit, but staying as close as he could wihout actually touching. Eddie’s whole body was radiating something that made Steve shiver.

For a split second they were just standing there, without saying or doing anything. The silence was thick between them, feeling like a heavy weight. Steve bit the inside of his mouth, his hands shaking from how nervous he was. He took a deep breath, then held his voice back, so it could only come out as a soft whisper.

“You can touch me.” he said, so quiet and careful that others would have thought it was just the play of the wind, but Eddie has heard every melody ever, and he was convinced that Steve’s voice is the most beautiful of them all.

Eddie nodded a small. His right hand found its place on Steve waist while he gently placed his left hand on Steve’s rose colored cheek. Everything was so silent, you could hear every little breath that escaped.

“Steve, look at me, darling.” Eddie spoke when Steve’s eyes started to wonder away from him. He was so fidgety, but he felt like he could jump around the house in happiness. Eddie’s hands were so gentle on his face and waist, he almost couldn’t believe it. His eyes were a bit foggy from the exhaustion, but now mostly because of how worried he was.

“Eddie..” he let his name slip out from between his carefully parted lips. “Do you really want me?” he wondered out loudly. “Not just because I have the ability to make people fall in love? I’m not doing that to you. I’m not forcing you.” Eddie placed his other hand on Steve’s face as well as the little tears showed up in the corner of his eye. He wasn’t about to cry, but he felt so many intense emotions in those moments. He has already had enough in the night and now all of this was just too much. He was scared.

“I chose to fall for you. I knew it might be a bit risky, but I did it anyways, because I want you, Steve. I really, really want you.” Eddie said, brushing over Steve’s soft skin, Eddie himself lifting his chin a bit and tilting his head, small smille on his lips. He felt good finally confessing everything “I long for you so badly, it aches from the core of my bones.” he spoke with lust, like a poem that was written on a rosé soaked paper with a pen that was running out of ink. “I have no doubt about the fears you have. I heard you, Steve. When you were drunk, rumbling to Robin about how lonely and unloved you felt. I heard you, darling.” Steve wanted to pull away, or hide his face, embarrassed at the memory, but Eddie didn’t let him. “That was the moment I decided I tell you everything. I’m so full with feelings for you, Eros.” every word was dropping onto the floor, lying there in the dust, echoing between the walls. The only thing that was on Steve’s mind right then, that Eddie loves him and he aches for him, just as much as Steve was aching for him.

“I don’t know if you sure you want me.” Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist, pushing him away a bit. “I have never been wanted.” he turned his head, letting a shadow of agony run across his face. There was something behind those words which Eddie could hear as clear as day. The truth was that Steve didn’t really believe he could be someone that anybody falls for. That he could be loved, held, cared about. When he realized he was falling for Eddie, he was scared, then a bit worried but as the time passed he accepted it, with the headstate of knowing he won’t ever love him back. But then with those soft touches, a little sparkle got lighten up in Steve’s chest, aroused with hope and light, but he wasn’t sure if he could let himself feel this.

“Such nonsense.” Eddie shook his head, finally beginning to understand Steve’s pain. “I pity those people who declined the love and chaos that you have in your heart, dear Eros. But I am more than willing now to fill the void, To show you, I want you.” he spoke confidently “If you don’t believe my words, let me show you.” Steve looked at him, eyes so glassy, he looked like he was crying without any tears.

“You talk like a poem.” Steve breathed out softly, carefully looking Eddie up and down. He wrapped his arms around himself, his face and waist still burning from Eddie’s fingertips. He wanted back the short minutes where he had his hands on him. “I-” he was working against himself, so unsure and scared of every word that was waiting to finally be given voice to. “I’m not forcing you..” he said eventually, earning a small giggle from Apollo.

“Steve, you’re so sweet.” he reached his hand out again, gently touching Steve’s forearm, before locking their fingers together, pulling Steve’s hand towards him and placing it on his chest. “They say an artist’s heart ever beats so fast when he sees art.” Eddie said, eyes steadily settled on Steve. “That can only mean one thing.” he leaned closer, the heat of his body hitting Steve again. “You are the art itself, angel.”

“I just thought I wasn’t good enough, because in all my life I was suffering, because of the thought of-”

This was the point where Eddie had enough.

He finally leaned in fully, pressing his lips slightly against Steve’s, shutting him up, finally. Steve quickly agreed to continue, accepting the loss of his speech (or more like his panic), and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, pulling him there. He felt like he could taste the music notes from Eddie’s lips. Steve’s heart was racing like every instrument in an orchestra, never dropping from the high that took over it. He suddenly felt like a poet, a painter, a sculptor or any kind of artist who had ever made art, because for him, being in Eddie’s arms was art. True and pure, clean and strong. The next moment Eddie noticed the way Steve was desperately pressing himself up against him, looking from some friction, and the way Eddie’s shirt got up a bit, it made him to be able to feel his skin against his, as his own clothing got messy as well. Eddie had to gather all his strenght not to grin into the kiss, so instead he slipped his hand fully under Steve’s shirt, brushing over his hips and tummy, his lower back, along his spine. Steve was feeling lightheaded. He was panting, his chest raising and dropping quickly, almost completely falling apart between his lover’s arms. Yes, it was true. Eddie was Steve’s lover, as the art collapsed with love.

“I missed you, too.” Steve said between quick and wet kisses, his slips shiny from saliva. Eddie was always so subtle and restrained, since he was the god of every delicate art, but right now his mind was filled with passion and lustful thoughts. He bit on Steve’s bottom lip, softly pulling it from the top, then letting it go with a small ‘pop’. Steve whined, now noticably grinding against Eddie.

“Fuck, Stevie..” Eddie thickly swallowed, before kissing Steve again, leading him towards his sofa. He pushed him down and climbed into his lap. Steve threw his head back, exposing his flawless neck. Eddie didn’t even hesitate before pressing his warm lips there, kissing the skin gently at first. Then he got a bit more bold and bit on the sensitive spot there, marking it, sucking on it. The sound that came out from Steve now was a fully-on, proper moan. He didn’t hold back anything, and Eddie left out a breathy laugh. “You’re such a good boy for me, angel. Letting me know what gets you really turned up.” he said before sucking on the same spot again. Steve got a fist of Eddie’s hair into his hand, pulling on it, earning quiet whimpers from him. Steve was keep on going with the little ‘ah ah ah’ sounds as Eddie was still marking him, writing a novel there on a language only the two of them knew.

“Eddie..” Steve’s voice was barely above a whisper, especially if we compared it to his previous moans.

“Yes, darling?” Eddie leaned back a bit, sitting on Steve’s lap, looking down at him. “Tell me what you need.” he commanded, but he managed to keep his voice raspy and sweet, so it made Steve melt like honey.

“I want you to touch me. Touch me, please.” Steve tried to push his hips upwards, but Eddie sitting there made it difficult.

“You beg so prettily, Stevie.” Eddie stole a quick kiss from him. “How could I say no?” now his voice was smaller than before, thrill running up on his spine. He had been dreaming about properly touching Steve, without any shame or fear that he might do something wrong. But now Steve wanted it and he basically moaned this request. Eddie thought he might be dreaming.

He dropped onto his knees and Steve’s heart jumped into his throat. He sat farther up a bit, quickly pulling his pants down along with his underwear. He was so hard, he even felt a bit embarrased, but when he saw the way Eddie was looking at him, all of this feeling was gone. Eddie’s eyes were filled with hunger and lust, traicing with his eyes over Steve’s gorgegous body. If Steve wasn’t so desperate, Eddie would have spent hours on kissing his skin everywhere, marking it, so everyone in town can know, that the god of love finally found love himself. But well... Steve was desperate and unpatient. Eddie wrapped his hand around the base of Steve’s cock and Steve already felt like he could come just from that. He buckled his hips, his head poking Eddie’s slightly parted lips. The curly haired one giggled, looking up at Steve with his big doe eyes.

“C’mon..” Steve begged. “I want you Eddie, I want you now.” he led his fingers into the messy curls, tugging on them a bit. He noticed that Eddie liked it when he did this.

“Want me, angel?” Eddie poked his tongue out, making a few fast kitten licks which made Steve groan. He felt his cock throbbing so painfully in Eddie’s hand, he was already on the edge. Every inch of his body just wanted Eddie there, close and touching him. That was all he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes..” Steve nodded eagerly, pushing his hips up once again. Eddie placed his free hand on Steve’s hip and pushed him into the couch.

“Don’t be bad, Stevie. I promise I will make this the best for you.” Eddie spoke, voice low. He was actually just as eager as Steve, he just knew how to hide it. “You trust me, angel?” Steve nodded again. “I need a verbal answer, baby.”

“Yes, yes, please. I trust you, Eddie.” Steve breathed out shakily, pre cum already running down onto his tummy just from those small and barely noticable moves Eddie made while talking.

“Good boy.” at this point Steve was pretty sure he liked it when Eddie praised him or called him good boy. It made his face maroon colored, and his pulse ran up.

Steve was always quite a loud person, but as Eddie swallowed his whole lenght into his warm mouth, he was seeing stars. He moaned out loudly, throwing his head back while eagerly gripping on Eddie’s soft curls. Steve knew every love connected feeling ever, he saw them being experienced in front of him both between gods and mortal people, but he never really had the chance to try out any. And now there was he, almost melting on the couch as Eddie was bobbing his head up and down, his delicate, brown doe eyes looking up at the beautiful man in front of him. Suddenly, all of the art he has seen in his life lost the meaning, because Steve was far more beautiful than any painting, statue or melody anyone ever made.

“Are you close, Stevie?” he pulled back a bit, his lips puffy, red and shiny. Saliva was running down on his chin which he carefully wiped down with his sleeve. Steve looked at him, breath hitching as he did.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Eddie. So beautiful.” he breathed out, as he ran his finger along Eddie’s jaw. “Yes, yes I am close. So damn close.” he added, biting on his lips as Eddie tightened his grip on the base of his cock. “Please..”

“I’ll get you there, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Eddie said before continuing teasing Steve with his tongue.

Steve felt a lot of things in those moments when he came. He felt like he could float simply by the feelings he had for Eddie, the feelings Eddie had for him. It was something mesmerizing, pure and safe. A feeling Steve could hold into any time. He needed a few moments to come down from his high, chest raising and falling quickly. He looked at Eddie again, who’s face was a mess, but gosh, he still looked as gorgeous as ever.

“Want me to.. help you?” Steve offered, looking at Eddie carefully. A grin was hiding in the corner of his mouth, since he noticed how Eddie was softly grinding against his scalf as he was getting Steve off.

“You’re so nice, angel. I don’t think I can say no to that offer.” he showed a cheeky grin, then got up and gave Steve a quick kiss, positioning himself on his lap again. “Can I grind on your thigh..?”

“Of course, pretty boy.” Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s hips, tightening his grip as Eddie moved a bit. “You’re so perfect, Eddie. So, so perfect.” Steve whispered as he kissed Eddie, helping him move his hips faster with his hands. Eddie was gripping Steve’s shoulders, hiding his face into his neck because suddenly he didn’t feel so confident anymore. He was just glad that Steve was there, he held him and took great care of him. It wasn’t just like with anyone else. This was Steve and Eddie loved Steve. He loved him so much. Eddie’s hips moved in such perfect rythm with Steve’s leg, which he buckled ever so often, causing Eddie to throw his head back and moan out his name. No one ever played the musical notes on Eddie’s skin as good as Steve did. He rewrote a lot of them, creating melodies of desire and lust, every bone wrecking need the two of them had. Eddie finished while he was kissing Steve eagerly, letting him know that he wanted him, he wanted Steve more than anyone or anything.

As they both came down from their highs, Steve’s mind was clear again and he needed to become into terms with the realization that this wasn’t just his imagination playing tricks on him. Eddie was there in his lap, with a small smile on his lips and with so, so much love in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you.” Eddie said, cupping Steve’s flushed cheeks.

“I’m in love with you, too.” Steve answered, eyes never leaving Eddie’s rose colored face.

“Hearing that from the god of love himself is flattering.” Eddie grinned, before kissing Steve again.

This was the first time Steve really felt like he was in love. The first time he didn’t just make it up, it was real. And as he held Eddie in his arms, love didn’t seem so far away anymore.

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