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Valentine's Day '85 You Know Where to Find Me Part 1

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Steve spent his senior year valentine’s moping. The previous year he had Nancy, this year, he had no one. It was probably the first valentine he’d spent single in at least three years. He just couldn’t bring himself to date anyone else after her. The last bell of the day was his salvation from the mushy couples and especially Nancy and Jonathan. He was just glad he didn’t have basketball practice today; he didn’t want to deal with Billy and Tommy’s taunting.

He got to his locker and opened it, surprised when there was a black, heart-shaped box sitting on top of his books. How the hell? He looked around and there were only the tiny vents on the front of his locker. There was no way that box could fit through it. Someone had to open his locker in order to put that there. Yeah, that’s not creepy at all. He opened the cardboard box; it was filled with chocolates. On the lid underside, there was a short note:

Sattler Quarry

-E.

“E’?” Steve couldn’t think of anyone he knew whose name started with an E other than El, and he knew for a fact it wasn’t her. He put the box in his backpack and left. The quarry cliff was in the direction of his house anyway, so when he got in his car, he decided to at least take a peek. He hated taking the road that passed the quarry. It was mainly gravel, so he worried about his car’s paint job, but sure enough, there was someone sitting on the cliff. There wasn’t much snow left on the ground, and what remained was mainly in the brush on either side of the cliff access.

The dark shoulder-length wavy hair made him think it was Nancy for a second, but the person he was looking at seemed fairly tall, and nowhere near as delicate. Who on earth? Steve was worried he had a stalker or something, but figured he might as well confront her now.

He took the box from his bag and got out of the car. It was mild as far as mid-February went. The temperature hung somewhere just above freezing. He sighed and started walking over. “Hey, I don’t think I-”

“Holy shit!” The person jumped. “You showed.”

That’s a man! Steve was completely thrown off by that fact.

Eddie smiled up at him. “I thought you’d ignore it.”

“I-” Steve looked at him, confused. “Do I know you?”

Eddie snorted and looked back over the deep quarry; one leg was hanging over the cliff while he leaned on the other. “We have two classes together.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“It’s cool.” Eddie interrupted and pat the gravel next to him, offering for Steve to join him. “Name’s Eddie.”

E. Steve heaved a heavy sigh and sat down, keeping an arm’s distance between them. At least he didn’t need to fight off some crazy stalker, but what the hell did this guy want? “Steve.”

Eddie chuckled and glanced over at him. “Who doesn’t know Steve Harrington?”

Steve smirked. “Fair.” He may not know this man, but something about his casual demeanor made it easy for him to relax. He held up the box of chocolates. “So, this was your doing?”

“Guilty as charged,” Eddie laughed, picking up a pebble and sending it for a two-hundred-foot ride to the quarry below.

“Why though?” Steve set the box on the ground between them.

“I don’t know why I went through with it, but ever since they started putting up valentine’s decorations, you’ve been moping.”

“I have not!” Steve defended.

“Oh, you so have. Whenever you saw a couple or, god forbid, you saw Wheeler, you would.” He mimed one of Steve’s pouts and sighed dramatically. “At them.”

Despite his best effort, he couldn’t stop himself from snorting at Eddie’s face. “I do not look like that.”

“Well, your face, same expression,” Eddie said flatly.

“Whatever.” Steve shook his head. “But that still doesn’t explain why you did it.”

“I felt bad for you, man.” Eddie shrugged. “For some reason, it bugged me for you to go home and pout all night.”

“I wasn’t going to pout.”

Eddie quirked his brow at Steve. “Then what did you have planned?”

Steve leaned back on the heels of his hands as he looked up at the dimming sky. ”Probably go home, watch a movie or two, jerk off, and pass out.”

“So, mope.”

Steve swept some gravel at Eddie, making him laugh. “So, these are pity chocolates?” Steve briefly picked up the box.

Eddie huffed a small laugh. “If you want to look at them like that.” Eddie flicked a couple of the larger pebbles off of his lap and over the cliff.

“What would you call them then?”

He swept the rest of the gravel off of his lap. “A friendly peace offering?” He shrugged.

“Peace offering?” Steve furrowed his brow.

“Well, you’re a jock that likes to beat up guys like me.”

Steve sighed. “I’ve never liked that. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but it was all for my image.”

“I guess my peace offering worked.”

Steve laughed. “Sure, let’s say that’s it, but I have to ask.” He glanced over at Eddie, their eyes meeting for the first time, making him freeze momentarily before blinking and continuing. “How did you get that in my locker?”

Eddie chuckled and tossed another pebble into the quarry. “Those padlocks are easy to crack if you know what you’re doing.”

“Are you some kind of criminal?” Steve said warily.

Eddie shrugged. “When you’re raised by one…” He sighed and leaned on his knee, watching the sunset.

Steve pursed his lips in sympathy. “You aren’t alone in the shitty parent department.”

Eddie raised a skeptical eyebrow at Steve. “You have shitty parents?”

Steve snorted. “Oh, hell yeah.”

“So, is that whole ‘perfect family’ image fake as well?”

“Yup.”

Eddie nodded and sucked on his lips. “So, why did you come?”

“To reject a stalker or something.”

Eddie glanced away and curled his lips in further than before.

“But turns out it was just some weirdo trying to be friendly.” Steve smiled playfully at Eddie, who spat a quick laugh.

“This ‘weirdo’ isn’t keeping you here. You can leave whenever.”

“I know, but I think I want to stick around. I've never really hung out around here.” Steve sat up and stared at the sunset. “Plus, you’re right. I’d just mope if I went home.”

“Wheeler really ripped your heart out, didn't she?” Eddie rested his head on his knee and looked over at Steve.

“It's not that straightforward. I technically broke up with her.” He sighed and pulled a knee up to lean on. “She seemed happy with Jonathan, and I told her to be with him instead.”

Eddie huffed. “That's love if I've ever seen it.”

“I guess.” Steve groaned and put his forehead on his knee. “Have you ever known someone so incredibly perfect, have them within your grasp and see them on a daily basis, but have to just watch them be happier with others than they'd ever be with you?”

Eddie's expression softened as he stared at Steve. He scanned his body and sighed. “Yeah, I can say I’m pretty damn familiar with that feeling.”

“Then you know how much it sucks.” He glanced over at Eddie, meeting his eye.

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded. “Unfortunately, I do.” He turned back to the almost fully set sun. They sat in a sorrowful silence for almost a minute before Eddie broke it. “Hey man, want a beer?”

Steve was taken aback by the sudden offer. “I don't know. I have to drive.”

“Same, I was just going to chill here until I was sober enough.”

Steve shook his head and gently chuckled. “Fine, why not?”

Eddie beamed and jumped to his feet, hurrying around the corner of the road and out of sight. Steve turned his attention back to the sliver of sunlight on the horizon and waited for Eddie to return. Maybe all he needed was a change of pace. He felt better than he had in months. It wasn’t long before Eddie came around the corner with a six-pack hanging off of each hand.

“You just had these in your car?” Steve laughed as Eddie set the two six packs down.

Eddie rubbed his hands together and warmed them up with his breath. “Trust me, that's not the worst thing in there.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You know what? I’m not going to ask.”

Eddie laughed and handed Steve a can. “Probably for the best.”

He took the can and opened it. “Don’t say it like that, I’ll get curious,” he laughed and took a long drink.

Eddie opened his own and watched Steve chug the beer, keeping his eyes on his throat and collar, just visible from under his jacket. He sighed and drank from the can in his hand. After Steve crushed his empty can and put it down, Eddie picked it up and set it on the gravel in front of him. He laid on his stomach behind the collapsed can and looked at it seriously before he flicked it, hurling it over the cliff. Steve laughed as he watched the can fall out of sight. Eddie finished his beer, crushed the can as much as possible, and tossed it straight into the air, batting it with his hand as it fell. The impact sent it spinning into the quarry below. “Try it, it’s fun.”

Steve laughed, opened another can, chugged it, crushed it, tossed it into the air, and punched it. Eddie clapped and cheered as he watched the can disappear. It was a lot more fun than Steve had expected. “Hang on.” Steve got up and ran to the trunk of his car. He grabbed the normal bat, deciding he didn’t want to explain why he had a murder bat in his car to a stranger. Once Eddie realized what Steve was doing, he popped open another beer and downed it. He crushed the can as he approached with the bat. Steve squared up a few feet away from him, twirled the bat, and tapped it on the ground. “Let ‘er rip.”

Eddie grinned and gave the can the best throw he could. Steve managed to hit the pathetic pitch and sent the can soaring over the cliff. Eddie whistled as he watched it. “Nice.”

“You gotta work on your arm,” Steve teased.

“I don’t play sports,” Eddie said plainly, opening another can.

“Obviously.” Steve sat on the ground next to Eddie, setting the bat beside him, and looked up at the twilight sky as he grabbed a beer. “Let me guess, you play video games, read comics, and play that weird fantasy board game.”

“D&D is much more than a board game.” He finished the beer and tossed it over the cliff before lying on the ground with his hands behind his head.

“So, I hear.” Steve crossed his arms over his knees and sipped at his beer.

Eddie snorted. “You know people that play D&D?”

Steve laughed. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“That is surprising.” Eddie stared at the growing number of stars in the sky.

The box of chocolates caught Steve’s eye. He picked it up and set it between them. “Wanna split it?” he offered, opening the box.

Eddie laughed and grinned a little too happily. “Sure.” he picked up one of the chocolates and smiled at it before popping it into his mouth, watching Steve do the same.

Steve finished it with a contemplative expression. “What flavor are these?”

“Cannabis,” Eddie snorted.

“What?” Steve said in shock, pausing just before eating another.

Eddie laughed. “Weed, Marijuana, THC.”

“Are you saying these are edibles?” he said in disbelief, holding the chocolate between his fingers.

Eddie nodded with a big grin, eating another.

“You gave me a box of edibles?!”

“Yep,” he said before swallowing.

“What if I got home and ate all of them without knowing?”

Eddie shrugged. “You’d have a good night? They’re not that strong and I didn’t think you’d show up, so I wanted to make sure you didn’t spend the day moping.”

Steve sighed and ate the one in his hand. Eddie’s face fell in awe as he watched Steve lick the melted chocolate off of his index finger and thumb. Steve caught Eddie staring. “What’s up?”

Eddie quickly glanced back at the quarry. “No- nothing. I’m just, uh, surprised you’re still okay with eating them.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve gotten high, man.”

“Seriously?” Eddie looked back at Steve with a surprised and pleased expression.

“Yeah?” Steve didn’t know why Eddie would be surprised at that. “It’s not like I’m some goody-two-shoes or whatnot.”

Eddie chuckled with a small nod. “True.” He sat up and faced Steve. “You’re not the same person you portray at school.”

Steve sighed and looked over at Eddie. “I’m trying to change that.”

Eddie tilted his head. “You want to be a douche?”

“No,” Steve groaned in annoyance. “The other way around.”

“You’re trying to be this at school?” He was almost impressed.

“Ish.” He opened another beer but shook his head before taking a drink. The world spun. “Whoa.”

“Hitting you too?” Eddie chuckled with a chocolate in his mouth.

“Yeah, what the hell?” Steve set the beer down and got his bearings.

“Drinking makes the high hit harder and faster.”

“No shit. Fuck.” Once he got used to the rush, he started sipping at the beer.

Eddie had one more chocolate and pushed the box to Steve. “Rest are yours, man.”

Steve chuckled and picked up one of the few remaining candies. “Why?” Steve asked softly, staring at the piece of chocolate.

“I already had half-”

“No, not that,” Steve interrupted, eating the candy. “Why did you care enough to do this for me?”

Eddie sighed, leaned back on his hands and shrugged. “As I said, I saw you moping around and had the urge to do something about it.”

“Even though I’m a ‘jock that likes beating up guys like you’?”

“Hey, I never said I was smart.”

Steve chuckled.

“But I make a point not to judge people too harshly before I get to know them.”

“You’re a better man than me.”

Eddie shook his head. “I highly doubt that.” He got himself a beer.

“Don’t sell yourself short. Not many people would do something like this for a total stranger.”

“You really do live in your own little world,” Eddie chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Steve sipped at his beer.

“We've had at least one class together every semester for the last four years.”

“Shit, seriously?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Sorry, maybe I do get caught up in my own shit a bit too much.”

“Eh, don't worry about it.” Eddie swept a handful of gravel toward the cliff. The sounds of the rocks tumbling down the steep edge echoed into the night. “We all got our own shit going on.”

“Doesn’t excuse me ignoring you.”

Eddie looked at Steve. “You aren’t right now, are you?”

“I guess.” Steve knocked back the last of the beer and fell backward. He crushed it and tossed it in the air. When he tried to hit it, his hand flew past the can and it landed beside him, rolling into the brush. “I think I’m officially high.” Steve chuckled and looked up at the sky, putting his arms under his head.

Eddie gazed at him. A part of him was bummed that Valentine’s was in winter because Steve had a semi-thick windbreaker on. He looked down at the box and saw there was still one candy left. “You still have one more.”

Steve chuckled. “I don’t want to move.” He opened his mouth with an, “ah.”

Eddie laughed and picked it up, dropping it into Steve’s open mouth, making him flinch and cover it with his hand.

“I didn’t think you’d do it,” he laughed around the chocolate.

Eddie smiled and tossed the empty box like a frisbee over the quarry pit. He laid down beside Steve and joined him in looking at the stars. The milky way had become visible. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cold winter air. The feeling of his hair moving made Eddie jump and look at Steve, who had a lock of his hair in his hand and was staring at it. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said hazily, twirling the lock in his fingers. “Your hair looks like Nancy’s.”

“Oh,” Eddie swallowed as he watched Steve examine his hair.

“Thanks, by the way,” Steve said, letting go of Eddie’s hair and rolling onto his side to get a better look at him. “I needed this.”

Eddie huffed a small laugh and smiled. “Seriously, not an issue. I would have done this same thing, just alone in my room. So, I’m glad you decided to come confront your stalker.”

Steve laughed through his nose and closed his eyes. He was enjoying the sensation of being buzzed and high. With his eyes closed, it felt like the world was moving around him. Eddie sighed softly as he stared at Steve’s content face. He wanted to run his thumb over his plush pink lips. The blend of the cold air and being intoxicated made the tip of his nose and his cheeks slightly pink as well. When Steve opened his eyes, he saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled. He reached out and poked Eddie’s nose. “Boop,” he said softly with a giggle.

“What the fuck?” Eddie reeled back, laughing awkwardly and in complete confusion.

Steve snorted and started laughing. “Sorry, I have really bad impulse control when I’m high.”

Eddie laughed nervously. “Um, okay. That’s fine, just don’t go hurling yourself over the cliff or anything.”

Steve rolled onto his back, chuckling. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m going to move from this spot until the world decides to settle the fuck down.”

Eddie snorted. “May be awhile.”

“Then I guess you’re keeping me company.”

“What, am I your babysitter?”

“That would be a change of pace.”

“Huh?” Eddie squinted at him.

“It’s a long story.” Steve waved his hand dismissively.

Eddie shrugged and rolled onto his back, resting his hands loosely beside his head, twiddling with the rocks. “I’m not following you if you do decide to jump off.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” Steve tilted his head lazily toward Eddie. The rings on his hand caught his attention.

Eddie froze when he felt Steve grab his hand and examine his rings. Steve pulled on his hand, causing him to scoot closer so Steve could hold the hand over his face. He blinked and tried to focus on the bulky decorative rings. As he did, he felt Eddie’s rough fingers.

“You have callouses.” He turned Eddie’s hand around and looked at it, running his thumb over the rough pads of his fingers.

“I play guitar. Of course, I have callouses.”

“You do?!” Steve sounded excited.

Eddie smiled. “Yeah.”

“That’s so cool.” He continued to stare at Eddie’s fingers and gently rubbed them, feeling the coarse texture.

Eddie’s heart rate was up, and not just because of his intoxication. This was by far the closest he’d ever been to Steve. Even in the dim light of the night, he could see a dark freckle on his neck and a smaller one on his cheek. “Keep it up. You may just buff the callouses off.”

Steve chuckled. “Sorry, I like the texture of them.”

“No need to apologize.” He swallowed. “I kind of like you touching them. It’s like a massage.”

Steve paused and rested Eddie’s hand, palm up, on his chest as he continued to fiddle with it. “Hey, Eddie? Can I say something weird?”

“Um, alright?” He tried to regulate his breathing and not focus on the fact that Steve was pressing his hand against his chest.

“I kind of wish you were a woman,” he said simply.

“What?” Eddie was almost offended, but mainly confused. “Why?”

Steve smiled. “I told you it was weird, but I haven’t felt this comfortable around anyone in a long ass time. And I think if you were a chick, I would have made a move on you by now.”

“Excuse me?” Eddie let Steve keep his hand as he propped himself up to get a better look at Steve’s face. “How high are you?”

Steve snorted. “Pretty high.”

“Are you saying you’re into me?” Eddie said warily.

“No,” Steve giggled, lazily shaking his head. “The girl you.” He lifted a hand and plucked his fingers over Eddie’s lips.

Eddie licked his lips as his heart pounded in his throat. “Why do I have to be a girl?”

Steve blew a raspberry. “Men don’t kiss each other.” He spun Eddie’s middle finger ring around.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie shook his head. “Men kiss each other all the time.”

“Really?” He blinked with his whole face and looked at Eddie. “Isn’t it like illegal or something?”

Eddie laughed. “It’s not illegal to kiss, and they lifted the sex law as well.”

“Huh,” Steve didn’t have the brainpower to think about anything deeply.

“Plus, we’re already breaking the law by drinking and being high.”

“True.” Steve closed his eyes. “Fuck the police,” he mumbled, followed by a faint snort.

Eddie wasn’t sure if he should take his opportunity or not, but it was very tempting. He looked so vulnerable with his eyes closed and head vaguely tilted in his direction. I’m not drunk enough for this shit. He sat up and took his hand back.

“Aw,” Steve quietly complained as the hand slipped out of his.

Eddie grabbed a beer and immediately chugged the whole thing, tossing the crushed can into the bushes.

“Why aren’t you as high as I am?” Steve asked with a faint complaint in his voice.

“I’m not all that affected by THC. I feel it, but I can handle it.”

“Ah,” Steve nodded.

Eddie chugged one more can, tossing that one into the quarry. He took a deep breath and turned to Steve. “Still only want the chick version of me?”

“Dude, I can’t figure that shit out right now,” Steve laughed and looked up at Eddie. “But I do kind of want your hand back.”

Eddie chuckled. “You really like my callouses, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Steve closed his eyes again, snickering. He jumped and opened them back up when he felt Eddie run his fingers over his lips and cheek. He relaxed and grabbed Eddie’s hand, rubbing it on his face.

Eddie bit his lip nervously as he watched Steve nuzzle his hand. “Is it better on more sensitive skin?”

Steve nodded, facilitating his fingers dragging over his cheek. With a deep, shuddered breath, Eddie slid his hand onto the side of Steve’s neck, making him shiver and chuckle. He couldn’t believe Steve was letting him touch him like this. He kind of felt like he was taking advantage of Steve’s inebriated state, but he also didn’t want to miss what was likely his only chance. He didn’t intend for things to go even this far, let alone where they could go from here. Steve’s skin was softer than he expected, or it was just the intoxication. He swallowed as he dragged his hand off Steve’s neck and down the front of his jacket, pulling the zipper with it. The soft smile on Steve’s face was reassuring and concerning. When he unlatched the end of Steve’s jacket, he huffed at the small sliver of belly visible between his polo shirt and pale jeans. He had Steve exactly where he wanted him, but was uncertain how to approach him being so out of it. Tentatively, he grazed his fingertips over the warm, visible skin, causing Steve’s stomach to twitch involuntarily and making him snicker. Steve took a deep breath when Eddie pushed up the hem of his shirt.

Steve chuckled. “What’re you doing?”

“You like my hands, right?” He placed his whole palm on Steve’s stomach and pushed it under his shirt. Steve took a sharp breath and closed his eyes at the feeling.

“Yeah.” Steve looked at Eddie. “I’ve never had a guy touch me like this.”

“Did you want me to stop?” Eddie slid his hand back, partially removing it from the shirt.

“No, not particularly.” Steve reached up and brushed his fingers through the hair that was dangling over Eddie’s shoulder. The feeling of Eddie sliding his hand further under his shirt and onto his waist made him sigh. He scanned over Eddie’s face, his eyes lingering on his lips. Eddie’s words ran through his mind, ‘Men kiss all the time’. Steve propped himself up onto his elbows, startling Eddie.

“I thought you weren’t going to move until you sobered up?” He chuckled nervously at how close Steve’s face was. Unintentionally, he tightened his grip on Steve’s waist.

Steve’s eyes darted frantically all over Eddie’s face. “For a guy, you’re really pretty.” He heaved a half-laugh.

“Pardon?” Eddie stiffened.

“I-” Steve placed a hand on the back of Eddie’s neck and gently tugged him closer. “I said you’re pretty,” he whispered as he pulled Eddie’s face closer and pressed their lips together.

Eddie’s eyes were impossibly wide at Steve’s kiss. He’d stopped breathing and was certain his heart had paused as well. He didn’t know if he was allowed to reciprocate or not, but was unable to stop himself from giving in. He closed his eyes, sighed, and leaned into it, pushing his hand around Steve’s back and gently holding him. When Steve pulled away, Eddie stared at him in disbelief.

Steve smiled and fell back to the ground. “Hmm,” he giggled. “That wasn’t gross.”

“What?” Eddie asked in a daze.

He snorted. “I was always told kissing a guy was gross, but it’s not.”

“Um.” Eddie continued to caress Steve’s side. “Then would you… mind if I did it again?”

Steve chuckled and gazed up at Eddie. “Fine by me.”

Eddie swallowed and crawled over Steve, pushing his hand up to his ribs as he lined their faces up. He licked his lips and gazed at him in awe. The vision of Steve below him was one he wished he could capture an image of. His content smile and hooded eyes were borderline ethereal. He grunted when Steve placed a hand back on his neck and pulled him down. As soon as their lips touched, Eddie closed his eyes and gasped through his nose. He gripped Steve’s ribs and pressed into the kiss, unable to believe that Steve was the one holding him in place. The desire for more was strong, so he tested the waters by gently pressing his tongue against Steve’s lips. Immediately, Steve opened his mouth and slid his tongue into Eddie's. Humming into the escalated kiss, Eddie pressed his own tongue into it as well. His whole body was on fire at finally feeling the inside of Steve’s mouth, something he’d craved for years. If Steve was willing to do this, what else was he willing to do? How far could he push it?

In order to put more force into their kiss, Steve slightly propped himself up onto an elbow, completely locking their mouths together. Eddie’s body quivered at the increase in passion, and he slid his hand onto Steve’s back, caressing the soft skin and indulging in the feeling of Steve’s tongue dancing around his own. Maybe it was due to his mind being clouded, but at least in that moment, Steve didn’t care that Eddie was a man, he was just lost in his touch. He still wanted more, so he moved the hand from Eddie's neck and used it to open his well-worn jacket in order to feel over his slender waist. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth when he felt the hand on his skin. There was no way this was actually happening. Eddie almost didn’t want to let himself believe it, but he couldn’t deny the reality. He shivered as Steve ran his hand over his chest and was startled out of the moment when he heard him burst into laughter. “What’s up?” Eddie asked, staring down at his amused face.

“Sorry,” Steve huffed, trying to calm his giggle fit. “I was just thrown off because you don’t have tits.”

“No, I don’t,” Eddie said flatly. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“Oddly enough, no.” Steve laid back on the gravel, caught his breath, and pulled Eddie down to him, locking their mouths together again.

Eddie slid his other hand over the side of Steve’s face and into his hair as he explored his mouth and torso. With one arm wrapped around Eddie’s neck and the other pressing on his back, Steve had him firmly in place. He twitched when he felt a thumb graze over his nipple. Eddie’s touch had already been causing his body to respond, but something about that small gesture was intimate enough for him to fully acknowledge the direction things were going. His initial reaction was to reject it, so he pushed Eddie away. Their eyes met, both with their own startled stare. The only sounds that broke the silence of the night were their heavy breaths and the rustle of an approaching gust of wind. The cold winter air flowed between them, blowing Eddie’s hair over his cheek. A swell of tension built in Steve’s chest, and as soon as Eddie’s hair settled to its original position, he dove back into the kiss with more vigor than before.

Eddie’s mind was spinning from the substance high and the high of their passion. Steve’s body was well built, but had a soft suppleness to it that drove Eddie wild. He hummed as he sunk his fingers into one of Steve’s pecs with a gentle squeeze. Out of everywhere on Steve’s luscious body, the part Eddie wanted to touch more than anything was Steve’s ass. He’d stared at it so many times and dreamed of pressing his fingers into the plush globes. The last couple beers were kicking in and it made it hard for him to deny himself the luxury. He pressed his palm into Steve’s pec and slid it onto his waist, following his erotic curve to the top of his jeans. He felt Steve’s fingertips press into his back as his hands moved across his body. The feeling of Eddie pushing his fingers below his belt and onto his hip made Steve freeze. The sudden change in Steve’s state made Eddie pause and lift out of their kiss. “You good?” he asked hazily.

“Uh,” Steve blinked dramatically and looked up at Eddie. There weren’t many thoughts going on in his head, but he didn’t want Eddie to stop touching him. “Yeah,” he sighed.

With a small nod, Eddie pushed his fingers a little further under the tight belt and grazed them over his hipbone. Steve moved his hands to Eddie’s chest and gently pushed him into a sitting position. Eddie didn’t fight him and sat back on his heels. He watched in awe as Steve closed his eyes and unclasped his belt, pulling it free from the belt loops and tossing it aside.

“There,” Steve said sleepily.

Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes. Steve was obviously hard. To be fair, so was he, but that’s to be expected when you have the man of your dreams in your hands. Was Steve actually hard for him? There was no way. He was snapped out of his trance when Steve picked up both of Eddie’s hands and placed them on his chest, over his shirt.

“Keep.” He gave Eddie a hooded gaze and chuckled feebly. “Keep touching. I like it.” He closed his eyes and pressed Eddie’s hands into his pecs, then delicately stroked his fingers over his rings.

Eddie’s jaw dropped, and he huffed in complete disbelief. Even though it was likely just the inebriation, Steve was still asking, borderline begging for his touch, and he had no intention of denying him that request. He slid his hands back under Steve’s shirt and enjoyed watching him take a deep breath and smile. “Where do you want me to touch?” Eddie dragged his thumbs over the faint happy trail.

“Anywhere,” Steve said with a drowsy laugh, peeking his eyes open slightly and watching Eddie bite his lip.

“Anywhere, huh?” Eddie smiled coyly and moved his hands so he could loop his pinkies under the hem of Steve’s pants and dragged them around his hips. Steve sighed and closed his eyes, allowing Eddie to gently lift his hips and graze his fingers over his lower back.

Eddie took a deep shuddered breath as he pushed his hands into Steve’s pants, under his boxers, and finally got his prize. He groaned and rolled his eyes up as his fingers sunk into the amazing texture of Steve’s ass cheeks. They were far better than anything he could have imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was possible for him to get even harder than he already was, but if so, that did it. He set his spinning head on Steve’s chest as he indulged in massaging the supple ass. He could feel Steve's chest heave with heavy breaths and involuntary laughs. He glanced up at Steve’s euphoric expression, bit his shirt, and pulled it up so he could kiss around his diaphragm. Steve took a sharp breath at the new feeling, but didn’t push him away, instead he placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and gently gripped him.

Steve’s grip didn’t prevent his movements as Eddie kissed around his torso. Eddie’s heart raced like never before at Steve’s acceptance. Tentatively, he slid his hands off of Steve’s ass, letting him relax his hips back to the ground. One hand joined Eddie’s lips in exploring his chest, the other rubbed Steve’s thigh over his jeans, inching its way higher. Steve’s grip on Eddie’s shoulder tightened before he ran it down the arm of his jacket and onto the hand on his thigh. Eddie froze when Steve gripped the hand. Slowly, Steve dragged the hand higher, increasing Eddie’s anxiety as he did, and heaved a deep groan when Steve pressed his hand to the hard bulge in his jeans. Holy shit! He gently gripped the dick through the jeans, receiving a relieved sigh from Steve.

“A-are you sure?” Eddie lifted himself so he could get a clear view of Steve’s face, unable to stop himself from grazing his fingers over the outline of the dick in his hand.

Steve pressed Eddie’s hand firmly against it and grunted. “Does that answer your question?”

Eddie nodded nervously.

“Good.” He continued to grind Eddie’s hand on his groin as he lifted himself onto an elbow and kissed Eddie’s slightly parted lips.

Eddie’s head spun in the best way as their lips met. He pressed his tongue into Steve’s mouth as he quickly popped the button on the jeans and unzipped them. He pushed into the kiss, lowering Steve back to the ground while he slid the impressive cock out of the front of his boxers. Steve groaned into their kiss at the first stroke. Eddie smiled and sighed as he gripped it and ran his hand over the soft skin of the shaft. He was actually touching Steve’s dick, something he was certain would only remain in his fantasies. Steve was panting for him, and it sounded more erotic than he expected it would. His own jeans were very uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to take either hand off of Steve’s body in order to give himself relief. He nearly lost it when Steve started moving his hips, thrusting into his hand. He added more vigor to their kiss as he started stroking faster. Every pant, moan, and groan Steve offered was just another box checked on his list of desires.

In order to hear Steve more clearly, Eddie pulled from the kiss and moved to tease his ear with his tongue. Steve shuddered a fairly loud sigh and pressed a hand to the back of Eddie’s head, tangling his fingers in his wild hair. As he’d hoped, the sounds Steve made rang clear into the night. They were soft and erratic. Eddie wanted more; he wanted him louder. He tightened his grip and sped up his pace, receiving his prize of a deep guttural groan and a firm grip on the back of his head. He gasped when he felt Steve touch his waist and slide his hand under his shirt. Eddie closed his eyes and let Steve feel his back and sides freely as he focused on getting Steve off. He treated Steve’s dick as his own, focusing on all the same motions he liked, and it seemed to be working.

Eddie gently kissed down Steve’s neck. When Steve tensed at the teasing sensation, Eddie licked and clamped his lips around a flexed tendon. He ran his tongue over the skin as he delicately sucked on it. Steve sighed a soft groan and gripped Eddie’s slender waist. Even though he was a man, his body was pretty similar to his type, lean with a narrow waist. The only thing that was missing were the boobs. He ran his hand up Eddie’s flat chest, gently circling his finger around his soft areola. It didn’t feel like much, but Eddie was enjoying any attention Steve was willing to offer him. Eventually, Eddie started to taste a hint of something metallic and released his suction on Steve’s neck. Licking and kissing his claim.

When Eddie ran his thumb over the head of Steve’s dick, he swooned at feeling the slick build-up of pre-cum smear over it. He locked their mouths back together and huffed when Steve was the first one to force his tongue through their lips. Eddie quivered as he stroked Steve with only one goal in mind. He relished Steve’s moans and flexes at the increase in intensity. The feeling of Steve’s body writhing below him as he got closer to orgasm was torturously sexy. Steve dug his short nails into Eddie’s back as his panting and groans got louder and more rapid. He broke the kiss and tipped his head back. Eddie took the opportunity to kiss down his throat and around his Adam’s apple. Once Eddie felt the familiar warning flexes, he moved his hand near the head of the dick, catching the cum in his hand before it shot over Steve’s shirt and jacket. Steve moaned loud enough for it to faintly echo around them. The warm flood of semen coated Eddie’s fingers as he continued to stroke the last few spurts out of him.

Steve groaned and let his body go limp, panting. Eddie lifted himself so he was sitting on his heels and looked at the cum coating his hand, Steve’s cum. He turned his attention to Steve himself, who was panting, one hand still limply resting on Eddie’s hip. He perked when Steve started chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

Steve shook his head. “Nothing really, but I’ve never gotten off to someone giving me a hand-job before.”

Eddie smirked. “That’s understandable, you’ve only gotten hand-jobs from women. I have a dick, so I know what feels good.”

Steve nodded lazily, closing his eyes. “Makes sense.” He shivered as Eddie put his dick away for him and closed his pants back up.

“I’m going to go wash this off.” He flicked his cum covered hand, sending some of it flying to the gravel beside them.

“Mmkay,” Steve chuckled and closed his eyes.

Eddie shook his head, trying to get some sense of stability as he grabbed the two remaining beers and ungracefully walked to the back of his van. After he opened the back doors, he set the beers inside and grabbed a water bottle from a torn open pack beside his amp. He opened it with his teeth and spat out the cap into the back. He took a long drink from it before pouring it onto his hand, rubbing his fingers over his palm to remove the bulk of the cum. He was still in disbelief at what just happened, to think that Steve Harrington would let a man touch him like that, let alone the town freak. He was positive that this night was going to end with him having the worst case of blue balls he’s ever experienced. With a heavy sigh, he wiped the rest of the water and cum on his pants before grabbing a few more bottles of water and returning to Steve.

When he got back, Steve was still laying on the ground, spinning the empty six-pack ring on his finger. Eddie smiled and sat next to him, handing him a bottle of water.

“Thanks.” Steve let the plastic ring fall off of his finger as he took the bottle and sat up. He cracked it open and chugged half of it in one go. Eddie opened one for himself and casually drank it, keeping his eyes locked on Steve’s profile. He watched Steve’s lips move as he spoke. “I really expected that to be weirder than it was.”

Eddie laughed briefly and leaned back on a hand, looking over the quarry. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve swirled the water in his bottle. “My brain isn’t back on-line yet, but it’s odd to think I could be gay.” He snorted.

Eddie nearly choked on his water and looked back at him. “Trust me, Steve. You are not gay.”

“Really?” Steve glanced over at Eddie.

“Really,” he laughed.

“Well, that’s a relief.” Steve tipped the last of the water into his mouth.

“Don’t like the idea of being gay?”

“I just like boobies too much to want to switch to dick.”

Eddie laughed at Steve’s naivety. He wasn’t going to put out the effort to explain the complexities of sexual orientation to an intoxicated, rich boy.

“Wait,” Steve yawned as he laid back down. “So, are you gay?”

“Gay as they come,” Eddie said plainly.

Steve nodded. “So, were the chocolates actually you trying to hit on me?”

Eddie smiled and lay down beside him. “Maybe to some degree. I mean, you are a very attractive man.”

Something about hearing that from another man made the compliment hit harder. Steve huffed through his nose and smiled at Eddie. “Is that why you’re still pitching?” the bulge in Eddie’s pants caught his attention.

“Yup,” Eddie said unashamed, staring at the sky with his hands behind his head.

“Why don’t you just jerk off?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Steve in shock. “That has to be the weed talking.”

“Nah,” Steve chuckled. “You’ve never jerked off around your friends before?”

“No!” Eddie’s eyes were wide at Steve’s words.

“I used to do it all the time with Tommy.” Steve shrugged as he spoke casually.

“Hagan?” Eddie furrowed his brow at this flood of new, baffling information.

“Yeah.”

“Sometimes I swear straight guys are gayer than we are.”

“I don’t see how it’s gay. We watch porn of women and jerk off. It’s not too different from watching a movie with a friend.”

“That’s all well and good, but me masturbating next to you would be like you beating one off beside Nancy. A.K.A. a little more than awkward. Also, why are you trying to convince me to jerk it in front of you?”

“Not trying to convince. Just letting you know it wouldn’t bother me.” He glanced over at Eddie. “Y’know, if you wanted to avoid blue balls. It’s not like I’m going to touch you or anything.”

“It’d be less weird if you did,” Eddie mumbled under his breath.

“Did you want me to?” Steve offered simply.

Eddie whipped his head to Steve. “What?” ******************************Steve did not just offer that!

“Did you want me to return the favor?”

“You don’t have to do that!” Eddie stated loudly.

Steve shrugged. “Only seems fair.” He sat up and got closer to Eddie, who was propping himself up on an elbow. “Did you not want me to?”

“I- I mean, I won’t say no, but I didn’t expect anything in return.” He swallowed as Steve inched up to him.

Steve smiled and gave Eddie a gentle kiss, making him relax a little.

“You really don’t have to do this, Steve.” Every nerve in his body was on high alert. “I can just take care of it when I get ho-” He was cut off by Steve pressing his tongue into his mouth. He closed his eyes and shivered when he felt Steve’s hand on his thigh. As soon as Steve pulled from the kiss, Eddie frantically stated, “Steve, seriously, you do-” Once again, he got cut off by Steve’s mouth on his own.

Steve pulled away and smiled, sliding his hands further up Eddie’s thigh. “What if a part of me is curious?” He watched Eddie’s eyes roll up as he pressed his hand over the trapped erection. Eddie’s resolve to fight Steve was thin to begin with, but that entirely broke any desire to push Steve away.

Fuck it. Eddie grabbed the back of Steve’s head and plunged his tongue into his mouth, receiving a faint sigh as their tongues intertwined. Steve did his best to stay in the kiss as he unbuckled Eddie’s belt. There was a taboo to what he was doing, a feeling that he rarely let himself indulge in, and a thrill to it as he pulled the belt free and started in on the button to Eddie’s jeans. Steve’s eagerness was more than Eddie could have asked for. Maybe Steve actually was bi. Did he have any chance of this becoming more than a one-night stand? He dared not hope for something so outlandish and chose to just let himself enjoy the moment as it was.

Eddie groaned loudly into Steve’s mouth when his dick was finally freed and touched. It was the first time anyone other than himself had touched it, and it was vastly different from him doing it himself. He just couldn’t accept that the first man ever to touch him like this was Steve Harrington. Eddie let himself fall back and out of the kiss, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Steve’s soft hand stroking him. He stretched out, panting, and running his hands through his hair.

Steve swallowed. He didn’t hate the experience as much as he thought he would. What started as a curiosity had transformed into a fixation. Eddie’s back arched, his jacket falling to the side as his chest lifted from it, revealing just how slender he was. Steve was still pretty high and buzzed, but he had come down enough to be fully aware of his actions and there was no denying he had a dick in his hand and was stroking it with the intent to get another man off, a man that had just done the same for him. From everything he’d been told, he was certain this would feel gross or wrong in some way, but it didn’t. In fact, he kind of liked it. He just treated the dick the way he would want someone to treat his, and Eddie looked like he was losing his mind. The rapid heaving of Eddie’s chest, his lustful sounds, and the way his body writhed was surprisingly attractive. He honestly couldn’t tell if he would prefer Eddie to be a woman or not.

Eddie was embarrassed, not only by Steve doing this, but also because he was already getting close. He wasn’t able to stop himself from moving his hips and moaning loudly as he was pushed to the brink of orgasm. Steve was so distracted by watching Eddie’s body convulse and the sounds of his pleasure ringing through his ears, that he didn’t notice Eddie was getting close until a bit of cum hit him on the cheek, the rest spilling onto Eddie’s exposed stomach as he groaned dramatically and arched his back. Steve stared at his cum covered hand, not something he was unfamiliar with, but it was the first time it was someone else’s. His eyes settled past his hand and onto the softening cock and mess of semen around it. He’d just gotten a man off, he’d just gotten off to a man, and his body was almost urging him for more if the new pressure in his jeans was any indication.

Eddie let his body relax as he panted in relief. When he opened his eyes, he saw Steve staring at his cum drenched hand. He chuckled weakly. “There’s an unopened water bottle behin-” His mouth fell open when Steve turned to face him and he noticed the streak of cum on his cheek. “Shit, sorry.” Eddie sat up and wiped it off with his thumb, startled when Steve took the opportunity to kiss him. He closed his eyes, wiping the cum from his thumb and onto his still-open jeans. He leaned into the kiss and slid a hand up the arm Steve was using to support himself, bummed there was a jacket between his hand and Steve’s skin. “Was that as weird as you thought it would be?” Eddie asked playfully as they parted.

Steve sighed and grabbed the water bottle. “No…” Eddie helped him open it. “It wasn’t that weird at all, honestly.” He poured the water over his hand and used his shirt to dry it off and wipe off the left-over cum. After his hand was clear, he drank half of what remained and handed it to Eddie, who smiled and finished it off. “You sure I’m not gay?” There was a hint of worry in his voice.

“You can like both, you know?” Eddie said plainly, finally catching his breath. He used the bottom of his shirt to wipe up what cum he could and fixed his pants.

“You can? I thought it was a one or the other thing.”

“It’s not that simple. I won’t get into the grit of it, but do you like women’s bodies?”

“Absolutely,” Steve answered quickly.

“Did you like my body?” Eddie asked, sitting up.

Steve glanced away in thought. “Yeah, I think I did.”

“Then you like both. There’s no shame in that.” He shrugged and stretched. He could feel the effects of the high slowly waning.

“Huh…” Steve sat up and crossed his legs and arms. He’d never really thought about it like that, but he’d also never thought about jerking a guy off.

“How’re you feeling, anyway?”

The question snapped Steve out of his thoughts. “Getting there. Wouldn’t trust myself behind a wheel yet, though.”

Eddie chuckled. “Same.” He felt a strange, nervous elation as he laid back down. He watched his breath in the cool air. It made him want a cigarette, but he didn’t want to go back to his car where he left them.

Steve gazed over at Eddie and moved so that when he laid down, their heads were perpendicular. “Ever done that before?” He stared up at the night sky.

“Nah, that was my first hand-job.”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Both.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Shit. Are you a virgin?”

Eddie laughed weakly. “Yeah.”

“Don’t tell me that was your first kiss, too?”

“It was,” he snickered.

“Shit, man, sorry.”

Eddie laughed and rested the back of his hand on Steve’s chest. “Don’t be. I’m glad it was you.” He twitched when Steve grabbed his hand and started messing with his rings and callouses again.

Slowly, reality settled in and Steve sighed, giving Eddie’s hand a firm squeeze. “I hate to ask this, but… could we act like this never happened?”

Even though Eddie was expecting it, the words still stung. “Yeah…”

“Sorry, I jus-”

“Don’t worry, man. I get it.” He gripped Steve’s hand.

“Thanks.”

They laid there in silence while Steve continued to passively toy with Eddie’s hand. “Oh,” Eddie broke the silence. “I gave you a hickey, sorry.”

Steve laughed. “It’s fine. No one would think it was from a man, so I’ll just avoid talking about it.”

“Yeah, who would ever think that Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, would ever touch another man’s cock?”

He shook his head at the absurdity of what he'd done. “I was right there with them until tonight.”

“I’m flattered I was the one to open your eyes to the other side.”

Steve chuckled. “I’ve got to hand it to you. That’s not an easy feat.”

“You already did.”

Steve lightly hit Eddie in the chest, unable to repress a laugh. “Shut up.”

“I know you don’t know me well, but that’s something that has been deemed impossible by everyone that does.”

“Seems to be a common trait with your kind.” Steve took his hand off of Eddie’s chest and returned to playing with his rings.

“My kind?”

“Nerds,” he said plainly.

“I still can’t wrap my brain around you hanging out with freaks and nerds.”

“It’s a long story that I’d rather not get into, but yeah, I know at least four little shits that adore that fucking game.”

“And they’re children? Aren’t you full of surprises?”

“They’ll be in high school next year, actually.”

“If I fail another year, I’ll keep an eye out for them.”

“Another?”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, this is my second senior year.”

“And I thought my grades were bad.”

“If I can’t be the best, why not be the worst?”

Steve snorted. “Interesting way to look at it.”

“Eh, it’s not like rock stars need good grades.”

“Rock star, huh?” Steve said skeptically.

“You’ll be eating that tone when you see my name on billboards.”

“Got a band?” He turned his attention from Eddie’s rings to his callouses.

“Hells yeah.” Steve rubbing his fingers was relaxing. “Corroded Coffin, baby.”

“Quite the name. What do you play?”

“Only the sickest metal. You should come see us sometime.”

“You have a show?”

“There you go with that tone again. And yes, of course, we have a show. We play every Tuesday night at the Hideout.”

“I’ll have to keep it in mind.” He squeezed Eddie’s hand and set it aside, sitting up. His head didn’t immediately spin. “I think I’m good enough to at least make it the mile-ish home.”

Eddie sighed and sat up. “You sure?”

“What?” Steve smiled cockily. “Don’t want me to go?”

Eddie chuckled. “I am enjoying the company.”

“Me too, but I’m beat. And if I don’t head home soon, I’ll pass out at the wheel.” Steve stood and stretched with a yawn.

Eddie stood as well and picked up Steve’s baseball bat, meekly handing it to him. “So I guess this is goodbye. After you leave, we’ll just be back to strangers.”

Steve’s face softened at Eddie’s disappointed expression. He wanted to tell him otherwise, but was unable to. “Yeah…” Steve swung the bat in his hand. “Thanks again for tonight. I’m glad I showed up.”

“Me too.” Eddie smiled softly. They nodded to each other, and Steve walked away. “Hey, Steve,” he impulsively called after him, taking a step forward. He froze as soon as Steve looked at him. “This, uh,”

Steve raised his eyebrow at Eddie being awkward. It was strangely adorable.

“This may be a little weird, but do you think…” He pulled at his lip with his teeth. “Do you think I could get one last kiss?”

Steve smiled at the request and set the bat down by the back tire of his car. He quickly walked up to Eddie and pulled him into a kiss by his waist. Eddie groaned on contact and wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck. He was grateful Eddie asked for it because he’d been wanting to kiss him since they laid down.

“Thanks,” Eddie said shyly as they pulled away.

Steve shook his head. “I wanted to anyway.”

“Really?” Eddie tried to step back, then smiled when he noticed Steve was firmly holding him in place.

“Eddie…”

Hearing Steve say his name so intimately made Eddie’s whole body tingle.

Steve brought a hand to Eddie’s cheek and caressed his thumb over his lips. “Just because I want us to act like this didn’t happen, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget it ever happened.”

Eddie smiled happily.

“You’ve given me a night to remember, that’s for sure.” He cupped the back of Eddie’s head and pulled him into a kiss.

Eddie tightened his grip around Steve’s neck and pressed desperately against his lips. “Right back at ya.” They shared another brief kiss before stepping away from each other. Steve ran his fingers through the ends of Eddie’s hair. After a deep breath, Eddie stole one more kiss. “If you want a round two, you know where to find me.”

Steve huffed a small laugh and nodded, unsure if he’d ever actually take up the offer.

“Now get out of here before I decide to take you home myself.” He watched as Steve put the bat in his trunk and walk to the driver’s side. “Drive safe, Harrington,” he called with a wave.

Steve waved back. “You too.”

“Oh, I’m never safe, don’t worry.”

Steve laughed and shook his head as he got in the car. He gave Eddie one more glance before driving off. Watching the taillights disappear around a corner filled Eddie with a deep heaviness. He sighed and turned back to the cliff, collecting anything they left. He smiled when he saw that Steve had forgot his belt. He brought it with him and returned home.

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The next day, Eddie felt a sense of pride when Steve wore a shirt that clearly showed off the hickey he left. He enjoyed watching him get teased for it and he got goosebumps every time their eyes met. For the first time, he knew Steve actually saw him and wasn’t seeing through him. None of Eddie’s friends knew he was gay, so he didn’t exactly have anyone to talk to about what happened, but if he did, and he hadn’t made that promise, he’d be talking their ear off.

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Steve did his best not to stare at Eddie anytime they were near each other, and just as he’d stated, they had two classes together and frequently passed each other in the halls. At the end of the day, he went to his locker and started laughing when he saw his belt in it. He picked it up and noticed a piece of paper tucked in the buckle. It had a phone number on it followed by ‘-E’. Steve smiled to himself and tucked the note in his pocket and the belt in his bag before leaving.

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