backseat love affair
prompt: high school or college au (@steddieholidaydrabbles)
word count: 1,000 exactly, according to wordcounter.net 😭 (one thing about me, you give me an upper limit of a thousand words, i will make sure i get there)
rating: e (18+)
cw: good old fashioned fuckin' in the backseat (semi-public sex)
tags: flirting, car sex, riding
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They share an American Lit class. That’s how they meet.
They probably never would have met otherwise: it’s a big campus, and they run in different circles, but they do meet, sort of, in the sense that Steve gets distracted during discussion rounds from day one, watching the anxious fidget of the guy’s hands as he makes some point that Steve’s brain doesn’t even have space to process because his thoughts are just one big haze of clunky rings, tight jeans, doe eyes, sharp tongue, long fingers and –
And anyway.
It’s late one night a couple weeks into the semester before Steve sees him outside of class for the first time. It’s a Thursday, and the little corner bar where he bartends three nights a week is packed – like really fucking packed, he’s making money hand over fist even with the shitty single dollar tips people are coughing up – and he turns around after pouring a row of vodka cranberries, and there he is, shouldered in at the end of the bar.
It takes him a second to realize who he is out of context, without the frayed edges of a composition book or a bent paperback in his hands, without the travel mug of sugar-sweet coffee at his elbow. But it’s him, sure as anything: hair pulled on top of his head in the heat of the bar, incomprehensible band tee and a grin of his own overtaking his face as he stares at Steve, eyes traveling up his legs and over his chest.
“I got that one,” he says to Robin, whose turn it technically is.
She casts a look in the direction of his eyeline as she pulls a beer, then rolls her eyes at him.
“You better not disappear just to suck dick again,” she says, loud enough to be heard over the thump of the bass, which means she’s also loud enough that all the people in their immediate vicinity hear, too. “We’re too busy for that shit tonight.”
“I won’t,” he says, dropping a dish towel over his shoulder. “As if I’d let you take all the tips.”
She gives him a sarcastic smile as she turns away in search of the next person who needs a drink, and Steve moves to the end where the guy is waiting. He bends forward from his side of the bar, leaning toward him with his elbows pressed against the sticky surface of it. He’s technically supposed to just lipread when it’s this loud in here, but –
“Hey,” he says, close to his ear. “Carson’s class, right? I’m Steve.”
“Eddie,” Eddie says. His eyes trail over Steve again, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Cute shorts.”
“Thanks,” Steve laughs. They were a pair of jeans that already made his ass look good even before he turned them into cutoffs. “They help with the tips.” He pops his hip out a little more, leaning into it. “What’ll it be?”
Eddie’s eyes draw back to his face slowly, teeth dragging over his bottom lip. “To drink, or…?”
Steve raises an eyebrow. “For now.”
—
An hour later, he’s on top of Eddie in the backseat of his car, bouncing on his cock with Eddie’s hands digging matching five-point bruises into his hips. His breath comes in a series of short, sharp gasps as Eddie’s hips thrust up to meet his, knocking him forward where he balances himself with a hand braced against the window, slipping down the glass to grip at the armrest on the door.
Eddie tilts his head up and licks into his mouth, hot breath panting out over his lips as he fucks up into him, hard and fast and –
Steve comes on a shout, knuckles clenching as it rolls down his spine, hands shaking as he threads his fingers through the wispy hair at the back of Eddie’s neck and kisses him, drawing his tongue into his mouth as Eddie holds him in place on top of his cock and thrusts up into him, chasing his own release.
The noise he makes as he stiffens and comes almost makes Steve want to go again.
He laughs, loose and boneless in Eddie’s lap, heart still beating wildly in his chest, and then he kisses him again, just because, slow and deep and licking at the backs of his teeth. Eddie chases after his mouth when he draws back, sitting up with him and slipping a hand down his back to press against the base of his spine, holding him close. The change in position shifts Eddie’s cock where it’s still buried inside him, and Steve inhales sharply, smiling against his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eddie gasps when it’s over. “Jesus Christ.”
“I know,” he says, ears ringing from the lingering noise of the bar and also the – “That was…”
“Yeah.” Eddie laughs too, wiping a hand over his face. “Yeah.”
Steve exhales heavily, shifting in his lap to pull off his cock, then he slumps back against the door on the opposite side, their legs overlapping, and they stay there for a long moment as they catch their breath in comfortable silence. At last, reluctantly, Steve takes a breath and says,
“I should get back.”
Eddie smiles, slow and sweet as he watches him fish around for his clothes. “Can I have your number before you go?”
Steve lifts his hips off the seat as he pulls his shorts back on, then tugs his shirt back over his head. He leans forward for another kiss, which draws out, Eddie’s tongue as distracting as all his other little fidgety movements.
“Tomorrow,” Steve says, finally pulling himself away. “In class.”
—
When he gets back inside, clothes rumpled, red mark high on his throat, Robin glares at him. He laughs, still flushed, still buzzing, and rakes a hand back through his hair.
“I was on my break,” he says. “You can do whatever you want when you're on yours.”
“Whoever I want, more like.”
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