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Steve’s head is on the counter when you walk into Family Video, but he swings his eyes up to meet yours as the bell above the door rings your arrival.
“Hey! Is it that time already?” A slight flush warms the back of your neck. It’s embarrassing, you think, to get weak in the knees like this.
But Steve’s always been handsome, and ever since you stumbled into the whole… demonic underground scene with the party last summer you also know him to be kind, which surprised you, after everything you remember from high school. So you get weak in the knees. So at night you press your hand between your legs and think of him, above you, keening your name. The flush in your neck rises in your cheeks, but this crush isn’t a new one. You can deal. Old hat at this point, really.
“You know it, are you guys good to go?” Steve slips out from behind the counter, waving to Keith and pressing his wide hand against the small of your back. It takes everything in you not to flinch hard away from him, or worse, melt into the touch. He all but pushes you out the door, steering you deftly toward his car. “Steve what - why are we rushing! Where’s Robin??”
“Robin left two hours ago WITH VICKIE” the last two words a stage whisper, a grin spread wide against the white of Steve’s teeth. “She came in to rent a movie and robin somehow managed to invite her to the party and then Vickie asked if Rob would help her get ready and who am I to stand in the way of… how did Eddie put it… undeniable true love! Something like that. They’re gonna meet us back at the house.”
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The house. It was Steve’s grandfather’s cabin, technically. After everything that happened with Vecna and the spate of violent deaths over spring break, Steve’s parents decided they were finally ridding themselves of their ties to Hawkins. They’d sold their house, practically out from under Steve’s feet. He’d moved into the cabin, first by himself, but by the end of the summer the four bedroom, two bathroom, lakeside log cabin, with a sprawling porch and a lofted attic permanently housed Steve, Eddie, Robin, and yourself. Jonathan and Argyle were staying in the attic (Will and Eleven were at the Wheelers, though. Joyce insisted they have ‘actual’ supervision for their summer visit)
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It started in June. The weather was oppressive, even though it was too early in the year for it. You’d been sitting in the back of Argyle’s van, smoking with him and Jonathan. The van doors sat wide open, and the blunt smoke snaked up into the stars. You were waiting for Will to pick a movie already, so you could go back to the Henderson’s basement and build your character sheets for the new DnD campaign. Eddie had roped everyone into it somehow, with his pleading eyes and the promise that it would only be three or four sessions. To start. Please? And one by one, everyone had agreed.
Suddenly, the back door to the video store had burst open and Argyle and Jonathon practically tripped over each other to hide the blunt.
“Fuck! FUCK!” Steve had shouted as he pushed out the door, hands tugging roughly at his own hair.
“Woah man, what’s up? What’s with the volume?” Argyle demanded, dusting the blunt off and relighting it lovingly.
“Fuck. Sorry - I forgot you guys were back here.”
Jonathan had waved the apology away, and Steve detailed the phone call he’d just had with his mother. She’d called to say that had hired a realtor, and that Steve was of course welcome to come to Indianapolis with them, if he would just take the job with his father. “I can’t believe she called me at work. Way to kick me when I’m down, mom!”
“So Steve, are you leaving us?” had been your shaky question, after passing the blunt over to him.
“Never, but I am going to need help moving like… pronto.” He’d stared you down when he’d said never . Then he’d exhaled a cloud of smoke and your stomach leapt into your throat. And then Argyle clapped a hand against Steve’s back and sang the words “my van is your van, Steverino.”
-
It had taken a week for his parents house to sell, fast for Hawkins, but it was on the nice side of town after all. Steve had begrudgingly admitted that he had inherited a cabin from his grandfather after a frantic Dustin had offered to let Steve move in with him. “I bet my mom will let us get bunk beds!”
“No offense Dustin but I’m already your babysitter I don’t need to be your roommate, too. Besides, I own a house. I’m just gonna… move into that house. Obviously.”
“You…. Own a house, Harrington? Is this your way of telling us you bought your parents house back? I knew your folks had cash but I figured with your not-so-thrilling day job you must be struggling with the rest of us!” Eddie had spun around and jabbed his hand accusingly towards Steve.
“No, Munson, Jesus Christ. It’s just… a cabin. Across the lake from Reefer Rick’s, actually. My grandfather left it to me when he died, but my dad threatened to, well, safe to say I wasn’t gonna tell anyone about it in high school, it would have been a great party house but it wasn’t worth the risk.”
“Across the la- Harrington you don’t mean the big ass LODGE or whatever with the dock and the porch?”
Steve had flushed. Sheepishly dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “It’s not a lodge! It’s a cabin! It only has like, four bedrooms. Five if you count the attic.”
“FIVE!” Eddie launched into a tirade about hiding from the cops in Reefer Rick’s boathouse “rather than, you know, the Ritz!! Jesus Harrington you’ve been holding out.”
“Whatever, I own a cabin and I’m going to move into it - are you all going to help me or is it gonna be me and Argyle against the world?”
“Hey man, I said you could use my van. I didn’t say I was gonna do any heavy lifting!”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Harrington. We’ll help, won’t we, kids?” Everyone had chimed in with their assent, even Max and Lucas, who had been off in their own world for most of the conversation.
-
Not long after Steve moved in, Eddie had followed him. The trailer held too many bad memories for him and his Uncle Wayne, and Wayne had scraped together enough overtime to afford an apartment in the center of town. Eddie knew he would have found a bigger place if Eddie had asked to stay with him but Steve had offered… and as grateful as he was to his uncle, he figured it was time to spread his “fuckin wings, man”
Jonathan and Argyle had decided to come back for the summer with Will until their semester started, and since they were also staying with Steve, everyone ended up at his house all the time. Whether it was Nancy, perched on Jonathon’s lap, you and Robin giggling over a magazine, or the younger kids playing board games (inexplicably) with the guys from corroded coffin. You were all always there. The older half of the gang trading beers and blunts outside, talking through your shared trauma.
Eventually you and Robin stopped going home, opting to just stay the night at Steve’s, since he drove Robin to work most days and you didn’t want to be home anyway. Days and nights turned into weeks and before you knew it, you’d stubbornly told your parents enough was enough and you were out. They hadn’t even cared, not really. Hadn’t heard from them since, hadn’t even seen them around town. You saw the for sale sign go up, but it hadn’t come down yet so you think they’re still around.
It was nice, living together like that. You’d never had a group like this before. Especially right now, with a full house. The last year had felt a bit weird, what with you and Steve having graduated already. While everyone else had been busy with school, the two of you had gotten jobs and spent the year basically waiting for Robin and Nancy, and eventually Eddie, to get out of school. The kids are great, but it’s really nice to have friends your own age too.
-
But now it is August. Eddie, Nancy, and Robinall graduated. Robin got bumped up to full time with Steve at Family Video, and Eddie wheedled his way into a job with you at the bowling alley. He still dealt, obviously, and Argyle had even driven a frankly insane amount of weed from CA to IN for Eddie to sell. Life was excellent and -
“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve’s voice cracked through your internal reminiscing about the house, bringing you back to the present. “Nothing, really. just thinking about the house.”
“Ah.” Steve spread his fingers across the wheel as he turned the car towards the grocery store.
The pair of you navigated the aisles expertly, tossing beer and chips and frozen pizza into the cart. Steve grabbing strawberries, corn, and burgers. The domesticity of it makes your heart ache. It’s hard sometimes… to remember that you’re just roommates. When it feels like home.
Once you’re done at the store, Steve swings the beemer towards Lovers Lake and starts devising ways to get Robin and Vickie alone at the party tonight.
It’s the El and the Byer’s (and Argyle’s) last night before they hit the road for California and the gang was getting together one last time.
But they would have plenty of time to “I don’t know, lock them in a closet?” “God Steve, that’s a little stereotypical of you.” “Okay… we could lock them in a bathroom then!” “Yeah, because our bathrooms are the epitome of romance.”
“Awww c’mon! Where’s your spirit of romance! Young love is in the air tonight!”
“You can say that again. I know the kids aren’t… kids anymore but i wish they would be a little more subtle about all their…. Heavy petting.”
Steve groaned. He’d enacted a rule at the house that If you were under 18, contact between romantic partners was strictly limited to hand holding.
“I won’t be held responsible for ANY more children… children.” He’d insisted that if he found anyone underage so much as kissing someone’s cheek he’d call their “actual parents and make them deal with you lot”
“Anybody should I be locking in the closet with you?” Steve cocked his eyebrow at you while you unloaded the groceries onto the kitchen counters.
There goes that flush again.
“I don’t think so,” you hesitate, wondering if you should toe the line in the sand. But Steve’s talking again before you can continue.
“It’s his last night, though.”
Baffled, you shoulder your way into the fridge and start loading beer and sodas into it.
“Who are we talking about?” You ask, genuinely.
“Um. Argyle? Obviously? Or maybe not obviously. Shit, I really thought- are you seriously telling me that you don’t…”
Sputtering, you hold up both hands and let the fridge door slam shut.
“Woah, Steve. What are you talkin- I’m not into Argyle! ”
Something in your face or your voice must ring true because Steve drops it with a “Sorry. I must have misread the situation.”
“It’s uh, fine. I just really like smoking weed and Argyle always has weed so that’s why I’ve been hanging out with him. Not that, I’m like using him for drugs! He’s really funny and I really love playing with his hair and sure he’s cute in a lovable puppy way but - firmly, no. Not into Argyle.”
“Okay, okay. Well. If there’s… you know anybody. Let me know. I'm a… great wingman. Know all kinds of tricks.” And then he winks.
Your mouth waters a little. The heat from your neck mixes with tingles up your spine that have your baby hairs standing on end. Suddenly Steve’s torso stretches across your vision as he leans over you to throw Eddie’s cereal into the cabinet over the fridge. Unconsciously, you breathe him in. The smell of his cologne washes over you, and his polyester work shirt grazes your arm.
Then he’s leaning back over, and you press back against the fridge praying he doesn’t notice how your nipples are hard against your shirt from the proximity.
CRASH
The door. the back door swings open and hits the side of the fridge, like it always does. But it jolts you forward, right against Steve’s chest. He presses you close, bringing his arm up around you as he whips his head at the intruder.
“Honey I’m Hoooooome!” Eddie calls out as he backs into the kitchen, arms loaded with rolled up sleeping bags and backpacks.
His face falls for a split second when he sees you, pressing up against Steve. But his easy smile is back up as he continues making his way towards the living room to drop everything.
“Did we just catch you guys in the act of violating rule number 4????”
It’s your turn to whip around, breaking eye contact with Eddie as Dustin points his finger accusingly at Steve.
“You caught us in the act of putting groceries away, dustybuns.” Steve returns, reaching for the last of the frozen food and hands it to you. Thankful for the out, you start shoving food in the freezer as Max and Lucas follow Dustin in, eyeing you and Steve with suspicion.
“Anyway, we can’t break rule 4 because we’re both adults .” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it. “I mean - not that- we weren’t- Jesus Christ Dustin!”
“Woah Woah, so you weren’t making out with Steve! Fine! We all clutch our friends while putting away chips. Totally normal behavior from you both!”
-
After the incident in the kitchen, you duck upstairs and kick off your work clothes. The bowling shirt Charlene makes all the employees wear is a nice dark green, at least. And you can wear jeans.
Tonight, you find your fingers trailing over the black lace bra in your dresser drawer as you contemplate what to wear.
Why not wear it? You think to yourself - It’s not like anyone would see it, but it might feel nice to feel… well. To feel like you hadn’t totally given up on the idea of someone seeing it. Someone other than Robin and Nancy in the changing room, at least. You find yourself reaching for the matching pair of pantries that Nancy insisted was necessary even though you’d not totally understood why. It’s not like guys really care about that anyway, right? And again, nobody to see it anyway.
No regrets, though. The effect of the high waisted lace panties paired with the black lace of the bra was nice, you had to admit. Standing in front of the mirror you glance at your bedroom door. Firmly shut. Good.
Gently, you cup your chest. Lifting slightly, letting your thumbs graze over the taut pull of your own nipples. In the mirror, a stranger stares back at you. All dressed up in a matching set, eyes slightly glassy. But you start to see yourself in the mirror, eventually. Recognizing your bare feet, the curve of your hair. Slowly dragging your eyes across your body - wishing someone else wanted to look.
-
Twisting in the mirror once more, you survey your reflection. You’d pulled on a dress, one that Eddie had once said made you look like ‘an elven princess’ going so far as to bow deeply at you in supposed deference. It’s a shade of green much softer than the one your Alley Kat’s uniform is made of, with a soft brown suede tie at the waist.
In acknowledgment of the late august heat, you tie your hair up, and slip on a pair of sandals. Then it’s a swipe of mascara and gloss and you’re heading back down the stairs.
Robin and Vickie have arrived, and the kids are arguing over cassettes and the stereo.
You wave to the girls cheerily and step out onto the porch.
The driveway is full - you spot Nancy’s car rolling up and backing onto the grass beside the road. Will, Mike, and Eleven pour out of the backseat and rush past you, breezy greetings floating over their shoulders as they dogpile the other kids in some clearly-planned attack.
Nancy and Jonathan are on the porch with you when you turn around, and they’re smiling at the pile of fifteen year olds yelling and yelping on the floor of the living room.
“Cute, right?”
“Sooo cute. I’ll be sorry to see them go. Mike’s going to be miserable company for the next week before I leave for Emerson.”
“Are you saying you’re not going to be a wreck over me leaving?” Jonathan teases Nancy, a smile playing at his lips.
“You know I will be”
Reaching for the blunt rolled behind your ear, you gesture at Jonathon with the lighter. He shakes his head and says “Promised Nance I’d stay sober til the kids fall asleep. Y’know, chaperone.”
Nodding, you hold the blunt against your lips and flick your lighter. As soon as you’re done inhaling, a hand flicks out and grabs the weed from your hand.
Indignantly, you turn to see Eddie smiling softly down at you, dragging on the blunt. “Christ Munson, you could have asked”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
-
Eddie perches on the arm of an Adirondack chair as you pass the blunt back and forth.
“Can’t believe that last session, I seriously can’t wait for the next campaign.”
“Aww shucks. It was a good time.” Eddie stamped the end of blunt out, shimmying a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights two. “I’m gonna miss having everyone around the table though, it’s gonna be a totally different vibe with the smaller party.”
“Yeah. It’s gonna be different here, too.” It’ll be the first time since you all moved in that the house will be empty of guests. And the kids will be back in school soon, Nancy off to Emerson next week.
“I think we’ll manage juuuust fine the four of us. Five if Robin manages to bag Vicki!” Eddie has been almost as fervent a supporter of the budding romance as Steve has been. If you didn’t know them the way you do, you’d think they had some gross reason for doing it, like they wanted to watch girls kiss. But really you know they just want their friend to be happy.
“Hey uh. Speaking of the four of us?” Eddie trails off, glancing towards the house.
“Yeah?”
“Did we really… interrupt before? C’mon babe tell me the juicy details.”
“There are no juicy details, Eddie. We were putting the groceries away. You slammed the door open, I fell over. End of story.”
“Fell right into Stevie’s arms, eh?” A grimace flashes across Eddie’s face but it’s gone before you can catch his eye.
“Yup.” You really pop the ‘p’ and reach over to to squeeze Eddie’s knee. “If I get up to anything juicy you’ll be the first to know.”
“Promise?” You’re surprised by this. “Yeah, yeah I promise.”
It’s an unusually tense moment. You and Eddie get along. Sure, He’d held that bottle against Steve’s neck and you’d hated him for a second, positive the kids were wrong about the guy who you remembered bellowing in the halls about demons and electric guitars. But then you’d seen the way his hands shook for the rest of the night. The way he’d stood up against all the madness with you and the others, and had stuck around afterwards. Nursing Steve’s wounds and driving the kids around in his stead. Studied (begrudgingly) with Nancy after his name got cleared so he could walk the stage at graduation.
And, if you’re being honest, you like Eddie. Not in quite the same heart-pounding way that you feel for Steve, but it’s close. And isn’t that just your luck? Torn between two earnest, beautiful boys who aren’t thinking about you in the least.
Thankfully, Eddie breaks the tension. Standing abruptly, he offers you his hand with a cocky “M’lady, shall we rejoin the festivities?”
Stepping up off your chair, you dip into a curtsy. “Thank you Milord”
Eddie sticks his tongue out at you and pulls you back towards the house.
The sun is setting behind the trees, reflecting off the lake. Music spills out of the house onto the lawn, surely one of Max’s many mixtapes.
“Here’s to a party!” Eddie crows as you come in the front door.
Steve’s sitting on the kitchen counter, leaning against a pillar with his foot up on a stool. You make your way to the kitchen as Eddie peels off and drops onto the couch.
Grabbing a beer, you lean over the counter next to Steve.
“All good?”
“All good. Sorry I fell into your extremely firm arms earlier. You’ve been holding out on me, Steve. Didn’t know you’d converted the basement into a home gym.”
“We don’t even have a basement. We have like, a crawl cellar at best.”
“Even more impressive.” It’s not like he’d ever take you seriously, so you figure what’s the harm in flirting a little.
Especially with tonight’s “end of an era” feeling. Another school year starting without college on your mind. Splitting the party, which is like, always a bad idea. But it’s making you just a little bit brave. Maybe it’s the black lace set. Maybe it’s the weed. Either way, you lean against Steve for a while, pressed into his side as you both watch the kids fight over some card game with Eddie.
Nancy and Jonathan are curled together on the couch next to Eddie, and Argyle (by the smell of it) is up in the loft smoking.
Steve curls his hand into your hair, gently guiding your face to tilt up towards him. Inwardly, you shudder. He kisses your forehead and you melt into the feeling of his lips against your skin. The kiss radiates heat down your spine, pooling in your lower back. He releases your face, and you catch Eddie and Dustin eyes from across the room. Eddie flicks his eyes away, redoubling his effort into playing the game. Dustin huffs accusingly, but doesn’t say anything.
-
“Come with me.”
It’s hours later, the sun fully gone and the crescent moon beams down at you.
“Where we headed?”
“Your room. Emergency girls meeting!”
Chuckling, you slowly ascend the stairs behind Nancy. You’re admittedly a little faded, but nothing crazy. The kids only start dropping off to sleep about an hour earlier, and you guys usually tried to keep it together until then.
Robins in your room, bouncing in her seat on your bed when you and Nancy push in.
“finally! Omg! I kissed Vickie and like she totally didn’t freak out in fact she kissed me back and I’m pretty sure she’s -“
“Into boobies?”
“Omg, shut UP” Robin laughs “if I wanted Steve’s Input I would have told Nancy to get him instead!”
You roll your eyes. You wouldn’t mind some of Steve’s… Input. Shaking the thought from your mind you smile as Robin continues babbling about her perfect first kiss with Vickie and how she’s gonna ask her to sleep over “JUST sleep over mind you.”
Nancy rolls her eyes and the three of you dissolve into giggles. “Happy for you, babe.” You tell Robin, earnestly. “Go get your gal!” Nancy chimes in cheerily.
-
Another hour later and Argyle is asleep in a hammock outside, the kids are all tucked into their separate sleeping bags (Steve checked), Nancy and Jonathan had never come back downstairs after you’d had the girls chat. Robin and Vickie had disappeared shortly after Vickie had agreed to sleep over. Good for Robin, you think as you putter about the place, picking up cups and paper plates. A warm hand winds around your waist, plucking the bag of trash out of your hands. “C’mon, I feel like smoking again before bed.”
“Happy to oblige, milord.” You stick your tongue into your cheek to make a vulgar gesture at your metalhead roommate, and he flips you the bird in return.
Eddie’s long hair twists behind him in the night breeze as he leads you down the back lawn to the dock.
You see Steve’s already down there. Dangling his legs into the water and gazing up at the stars.
“Hey handsome, mind if we spark up?” Eddie prods at Steve, until there’s room for the three of us to sit in a row at the edge of the dock.
“Go right ahead my sweet little potheads.” Steve smokes with you guys sometimes, on special occasions. Tonight must count, because he accepts the blunt from you as you pass it left. After a pull on it, he erupts into a coughing fit.
Smirking, Eddie snatches the blunt and licks his lips. “Pussy.”
“Excuse me?” You ask, mostly for the fun of it.
“Oh like you’re offended”
“Mortally wounded, Ed.”
Steve recovers from his coughing attack and rolls his eyes.
You pull on the blunt, letting the smoke swirl in your mouth for a second before inhaling. Then Steve’s reaching for it again and Eddie’s grabbing his hand and saying “Nu-uh big guy, not after that.”
Steve leans behind you to pull at a lock of Eddie’s hair teasingly. His shoulder bumps yours. It’s all you can do not to let a sigh or a whimper escape your lips at the contact. You wish he’d pull your hair for fucks sake.
Then Eddie’s leaning back and stretching, the long column of his neck pulled tight as he arches his back and flexes his arms. “What about a shotgun?”
“I don’t think Nance came armed tonight, Munson.” Steve replied, slow on the uptake.
“No, with the weed. You could shotgun it, wouldn’t be as harsh.”
Steve nods, and you exhale your latest hit. It’s quite a fucking sight, you think to yourself as Eddie and Steve lean across you to almost almost touch lips as Eddie pushes smoke into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s eyes are closed, like he’s kissing. His dark lashes flutter against his tan cheek and you actually do sigh this time.
Eddie’s eyes flick up to yours, holding your gaze as his warm brown eyes bore against the walls you’ve hastily thrown up.
“Feeling left out, babe?” It’s teasing, but not taunting. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you nod. Not sure if Eddie even noticed, you break eye contact. Steve’s exhaling and his Adam’s apple bounces as he reaches out to ruffle Eddie’s hair.
When you look back to Eddie, he’s pulled himself back upright, one leg trailing in the water below. He’s peering at you, a little curiosity sparking in his eyes. Slowly, he leans forward. Brings the slightly damp tip of the blunt to his lips and gathers the smoke in his mouth. Steve slides his hand down from Eddie’s hair into your own, pushing your head forward towards Eddie’s.
And then it’s your lips parting, your mouth filling with the sweet, skinny smoke. Your lashes fluttering against your cheek as Steve’s strong, warm hand at your neck holds you in place. Eddie finishes exhaling and he leans back again, taking a hit for himself this time.
“That was so hot.” It was the kind of thing you expected Eddie to say, always joking. It’s a surprise to hear it breathed out of Steve’s mouth, and he looks surprised when you look at him, like he didn’t mean to say it.
“I’ll say. And I didn’t even get to see!” Eddie whines, like it’s unfair.
“Show him.” Steve still looks surprised at the words leaving his mouth, but the words themselves are firm, his tone unyielding.
You’re blushing now, but it’s dark so hopefully the boys can’t tell. You reach for the blunt, hand quivering ever so slightly as you pluck it from Eddie’s mouth. His lips close over your fingers, just barely, as you pull away. Forget blushing, you’re hot all over and not just because of the heat still hanging in the air.
Steve’s already in your space, his hand never left your neck. He was tracing small circles now, his touch featherlight and steady. He tugs your hair, so lightly, and your head falls back instantly. Your eyelids feel heavy as you peer up through your lashes at Steve.
“Show him.” Steve repeats, more urgently. Like he’s desperate.
Rising up to meet Steve, you slot your lips against his, and gently blow a stream of smoke into his waiting mouth. His hand tightens in your hair, and he brushes his nose against yours as he pulls away. You could be panting now, if you let yourself. Could pull Steve back down onto your mouth, lunge over and lick a hot stripe onto Eddie’s neck. But instead you turn your gaze out to the water. Take another hit, let a few more seconds tick by in silence.
Then Steve is pulling the blunt out of your hand, and laying it down in an ashtray on the dock. He’s looking sidelong at Eddie, like he’s searching for something. He must find what he was looking for, or not, because he stands abruptly.
“Let’s go swimming.”
Eddie gapes at you, and you give him a look of equal confusion. It’s not like you haven’t been swimming in lovers lake since the gate closed, but Steve hasn’t. But he’s peeling his shirt off and pulling down his shorts and oh my god you have to look away but you can’t look away. Eddie’s pulling you to your feet and peeling off his own shirt, seemingly on board.
“Steve are you… are you sure?” You’re not sure what’s prompted this, this charged moment. But Steve’s smiling his wide smile at you, and your eyes catch on the scars spanning his torso.
“Sure as ever.” And he bounds into the water.
Eddie’s after him in a flash, a blur of black ink and pale skin.
Fuck it.
Fuck it! Right?
Yeah.
You bend at the waist, pulling the hem of your dress up over your head. You are steadfastly not thinking of what underwear you have on, instead thinking about how grateful you are to have found this family.
The water is cool as it washes over you.
“Worth it?” You laugh breathlessly
“Worth it.” Steve concurs.
The three of you float along, playfully splashing and swimming together. If everyone’s gazes are meeting, deep and heated, You’re all pretending not to notice.
Eddie’s the first one out of the water. He lopes up to the house to grab towels, returning just as you and Steve have pulled back up onto the dock. A towel wrapped low on his waist draws your eye, and you drag your gaze back up his chest.
Eddie flicks a towel in Steve’s direction, and then hesitantly approaches you. He shakes the last towel open, and engulfes you with it. He rubs it gently against your skin, drying you off. Then he presses his lips against your forehead. Exactly where Steve had earlier.
Steve shakes out his wet hair, spraying both you and Eddie in the process. It breaks Eddie away from you as he brings his arm up against the droplets, laughing.
Eddie finishes drying you off. His fingers trail down your leg. Behind you, Steve inhales shakily. Then he’s moving around, spreading the towel out underneath him.
He sits down. Spreads his legs into a wide V shape, and pulls you tight against him. His hand his warm, damp fucking hand is pressed against your stomach, and he’s leaning over slightly, grabbing the blunt and the lighter.
“Show me.” Steve demands, voice husky. “Let me see.”
And then Eddie’s crowding in, taking the proffered items from Steve and lighting up. Steve’s hand is tracing hot, searing circles into your abdomen.
Eddie’s mouth slips against yours again, your lips parting immediately. As your mouth fills with smoke and you inhale, Steve’s hand slides up to brush against the edge of your bra.
And then you’re kissing Eddie in earnest. You’re not sure who pressed forward, or if it was both of you. Steve gasps quietly above your head as Eddie’s tongue presses against your lips, sliding along the seam until, panting, your mouth drops open, granting him entrance.
The burning heat of Eddie’s tongue twisting around your own is enough to allow a quiet moan to escape your lips.
Whatever remained of Steve’s self control snapped at that quiet moan. He practically tears your face away from Eddie, who, despite the rude interruption, merely laughs and lowers his mouth to your neck. He presses hot kisses there, as Steve lays absolute waste to your mouth.
He’s got a hand twisted in your hair, just hard enough to send a tingle down to your toes with every shift of his weight. It’s a weird angle, but he’s handling it expertly. Nibbling at your lips, pressing firm against you, he kisses a smile into your mouth and tugs on your hair again. His other hand is still pressed against your stomach, and suddenly you feel eddies hands, shaking slightly, hitch behind your legs. He lifts you slightly, pushing you back against Steve in a way that makes you both groan, and turn your attention to the long haired man positioning himself against you both. One leg under Steve’s, his other levered over Steve’s other leg.
You’re pressed against the length of them. Both of them. Your head is spinning, but you feel so grounded here, between them. Eddie releases your legs back down once he’s settled, letting them splay over his and Steve’s intertwined legs. But he never stops touching them. Running his hands up and down, one second rubbing your ankle between deft fingers, the next he’s gripping your thighs like they’re the only thing keeping him here. It feels amazing.
“What do you want?” Eddie whispers, right against the shell of your ear.
Steve draws in a hot breath and slides his teeth against your other ear.
“I want- uhm-I” you stutter to a halt as Eddie’s fingers graze against the last edge of your panties, pressing along the crease of your thigh. Then it hits you. What to say.
“I want you to show me.”
Steve practically growls at that, attaching his mouth to your ear. Eddie devours your mouth again as you begin to wonder exactly how you all ended up here. Was it the weed, was it the water? What the fuck was it they wanted?”
“You, princess.” Like Eddie can read your mind. He pulls back. Pushes you down onto Steve’s lap so you can feel his erection pressing into your ass. Takes your hand and holds it against the damp, cool front of his swim trunks. He’s so fucking hard, for you. They’re both so hard for you.
“We want you.” Steve finishes the thought.
You don’t quite believe them. But it’s so fucking hot being here, crammed between them like this. The cool breeze brushes between you, delicious against the hard points of your nipples
Eddie must notice, or be a fucking mind reader or a sex god or whatever but he’s mouthing you through your bra, teeth scraping against lace. Steve’s hand dips down, teasing the top edge of your lace panties.
“May I?” He whispers against your neck, sending hot shivers down your entire body.
Nodding furiously, you press forward into the heat of Eddie’s mouth, fumbling desperately for the front of his shorts. Your ass firmly wedged against Steve’s throbbing length. Separated only by the thin layer of his boxes and the whisper thin layer of lace, he ruts against you as he sweeps his fingers into your curls.
You find purchase, gripping Eddie’s cock hard. He groans against your chest as he drags his mouth to your other nipple.
“Eddie, baby, Fuck. Fuck. Steve, oh fuck.”
Eddie’s got one nipple between his teeth, the other wrenched between three fingers. You’re dragging your fingers up and down him, pulling through the wet fabric of his boxers. Steve’s swirling the edge of his finger against your clit, just a little sharply, like he knows that’s how you fucking like it. He’s rocking against you from behind and pulling your hair back to capture your mouth in a searing kiss and “oh my god, Steve” he’s dipping his fingers into your wet heat.
Never in your wildest fucking dreams, you think idly, in a moment of bliss.
Then Eddie’s pulling your panties down with his teeth, and you think you might be dying. Think you must be about to astral project or some shit.
Eddie is pulling your black lace panties down with his teeth on the dock outside the house where you all live and Steve’s got his fingers literally inside of you right now and oh my god you’re so grateful to all the women in Hawkins who let him practice on them because surely this is some kind of… recital performance. He’s playing with your pussy and dragging his thumb against your clit and pumping two fingers in and out of you and the look on his face when you look back at him is insane. You’ve never seen Steve like this before, dark eyes blown out black with need, hair still wet, dripping down his back. His lips are red and slick and he’s still got his other hand in your hair like a lifeline. You rise and fall with his broad chest as he pants after you.
Eddie sucks your toe into his mouth and you buck so hard against Steve’s hand that you lose contact with his dick that he’s been dragging across your ass and he whimpers .
You’re done for, and you know it. Barely hit second base and you know nobody else could ever get you hot like this ever again.
“Shit, baby, that’s so hot.” Steve smiles against your neck as he says it.
“Hmmm?”
“Barely hit second base my ass.” And you realize that you must have been talking out loud because Eddie’s slapping (!) Steve’s hand away from your center and you’re keening with the loss. Eddie captures Steve’s wrist, sucking Steve’s wet fingers into his mouth, licking him clean of your juices. Then his Cheshire Cat grin spreads across that beautiful, soft fucking face of his and he dives between your legs.
He’s licking at you and making these feral noises against you, and the hint of stubble across his chin teases your sensitive skin. You find your hands tangled in his hair, gripping him like Steve’s gripping your hair, and you’re both moaning from the pressure on your scalp.
You lost your grip on Eddie’s dick when he broke off to undress you, so you wiggle one of your arms behind you to press against Steve’s rigid length. You’re rubbing him with the heel of your hand, and he’s groaning into your ear, whispering filth to you, to you both.
Eddie’s mouth closes around your clit, sucking and blowing as he presses his first two fingers into you, his thumb lightly circling the taut pucker of your ass.
“That’s it Munson, you’re so fucking pretty between her legs. Both of you between my legs, so fucking hot, I want her to cum first, Eddie.”
Steve rests his hand at the base of your throat, and you swallow heavy against him. “Tell me, you need to tell me.” He hisses through his teeth as you palm his dick again and again.
“Yes, please, Steve, fuck, Eddie, yes. Oh my god Steve, fucking choke m-“ you’re cut off as Steve presses the hard lines of his fingers against your throat, and all the blood in your body feels like it’s spiraling down, down into the heat of your hot cunt where Eddie is lapping at you, using both his hands to tease your entrance, your ass, spreading his long fingers against your thighs to push you open wider, and he’s driving his tongue into you, his nose nudging against your clit. His fingers are pressing bruises into the meat of your thighs, and you’re breathing hard, so fucking close.
With Steve’s hand against your throat, it’s all you can do to just feel the way Eddie is eating you, feel Steve’s hot breath through your hair, the rhythm of his cock against your hand.
Eddie’s got your number, it seems. He’s dragging his fingers in and out, stretching you, curling his fingers up, pulling sounds from you that you have never heard anyone make. He’s sucking at your clit, and Steve’s talking dirty again and heat is crashing down your body in waves, and you’re bucking slightly against Eddie’s face, and then he’s twisting his fingers and you’re fucking ruined as your legs start shaking and your fingers tighten in Eddie’s hair, breath coming in soft pants as Steve’s hand holds pressure against your throat. You zero in on the feeling of Eddie’s groan vibrating into your aching cunt as you draw your legs up around his ears, riding the oncoming wave of your orgasm like you’ll float away if you’re not clamping down on Eddie’s head, Steve’s grip on your neck holding you down. Eddie presses his thumb into your heat, dragging the slick digit down to the entrance of your ass and pushing in. The intrusion pushes you over the edge, and Steve’s swallowing your scream as he kisses you hard through it.
Eddie’s mouth doesn’t leave you as you shudder through your release, quivering and sweating and there’s even heat behind your eyes as tears slip out onto your cheek as you lock your ankles behind Eddie’s back and roll your hips against his wet face. He’s drinking you in, swirling his tongue into you again and again, all through the aftershocks.
Steve pushes his hand down your body, the lace of your bra snaps back into place after he pushes it aside to brush against your bare nipple. He grabs Eddie by the chin and drags him up, swooping over your shoulder to kiss the other man.
Seeing the boys trading your taste awakens something in you, and you wiggle down until you’re laying on the towel while Steve and Eddie tangle above you.
You start with Eddie, scraping your nails up his thigh, pulling his shorts down and down until his cock bobs up out into the night air, and you circle your hand around him, pumping slowly. Your other hand reaches out and cups Steve, and you wrestle him free as well until you’re twisting and sliding your hand all up and down the length of them, gliding the tip of a finger against the slit on the tip of their cocks, you’re trying to give them equal attention while still giving them what they want. They break apart and two pairs of dark, blown out brown eyes bear down on you, slipping from your face to their dicks and back.
If you thought Steve had a mouth on him, it was probably because Eddie’s had been occupied. Now it was like the dam had broken. A steam of words was falling out of his mouth, “Fuck, baby, you tasted so fucking good and you’re taking my cock so well, please oh shit oh fuck , look at you, you look so fucking pretty and so bad with our cocks in your hands, you fucking like that, two fucking hard cocks for you, you’re a fucking freak like me aren’t you princess. Steve tell her she’s a fucking princess.”
“Princess, yup, what Eddie said” Steve pants, and you can tell he’s getting close. His eyes are fluttering open and closed, the muscles of his stomach rippling with effort. Eddie leans over capturing Steve’s nipple in his mouth, and fuck is this guy like an orgasm wizard because Steve is spilling into your hand and Eddie’s grunting like that’s what does it for him and sure enough his balls pull up and he shudders through his orgasm, and you were just fast enough to lean over, get your face under him, let him cum in hot stripes across your chin, neck and chest.
The boys collapse down around you, all three of you gasping for breath.
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You all jump back in the water to rinse off, barely separating from one another, all smiles and gooey eye contact.
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Racing back up to the house, you tip toe through the kitchen, and up the stairs, clutching your towels. When you try and peel off, bashfully saying goodnight when you reach your door, Eddie rolls his eyes and Steve pulls you along to his bedroom door and opens it.
“Did you really think…. That we were done with you?”
Eddie winks and gives you a little shove into Steve’s room.
The clock on his bedside table reads 3:07am, blinking up at you accusingly.
“My mom used to say that nothing good happens after midnight.”
“Well Princess, I think we just proved her very… very wrong.”
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You wake up a few hours later to Steve gone, and Eddie’s legs intertwined with your own. From the sounds echoing up from the first floor, you can guess that the kids are up and hungry. Thus explaining Steve’s absence.
Kissing Eddie awake seems like a grand idea, but even after last night you’re nervous.
You decide to be brave instead.
You end up waking Eddie up by licking a stripe up his cock, which you’d discovered was half hard already.
He cums down your throat and calls you beautiful, and then Steve stumbles in, balancing two coffees.
He smiles his wide, easy smile at you and Eddie in bed and even though you know you’re going to miss your friends, and as much as you hate to split the party, you’ve got something very good starting at home.