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Steve had been home from working at Family Video for less than half an hour when the doorbell rang. He answered it to find Eddie on the other side, a little plastic bag of half smashed brownies in hand.
“Made some fun brownies,” Eddie said with a wink. “Thought I’d share, if you want.”
The last time Steve had gotten high was before Starcourt. Or during Starcourt, depending on how you looked at it. Getting high hadn’t seemed like as much fun since then, but the hopeful look on Eddie’s face was making him think it might be worth trying again.
“I could be persuaded,” Steve replied, stepping back to let Eddie inside.
They settled on the couch, some movie that Steve had snagged from work playing on the tv for background noise. Steve ate just a little bit of one of the brownies, not sure how he’d react either physically or mentally and not wanting to risk being too far gone.
The two of them chatted about the kids and Eddie’s band (their audience had increased quite a bit at the Hideout after the murder accusations, something which Eddie’s was both amused by and bitter about) and general gossip about what was happening around town. It was nice to just hang out with Eddie like this, Steve thought. They should do it more often.
Steve had been so caught up in talking that he only realized that he’d eaten more of the brownie than he’d intended when suddenly his hand was empty. He looked down, a little shocked at how easily he’d gotten distracted, to see only crumbs left.
“You gonna be good, man?” Eddie asked, a furrow between his brows. It was cute.
Steve shrugged, feeling a bit more loose limbed than usual. There was a warmth low in his belly that he didn’t remember being a usual part of getting high, but he’d never really been one for edibles before either, so maybe that was to blame.
“I think so?” he replied, not at all sure himself. He didn’t feel bad at least, so he was counting that as a win so far. Just… vaguely horny, which was weird, but he could deal.
They were interrupted from saying more by the doorbell ringing, then the sound of several hands thumping on the door just a second later and raised voices calling for entrance. Dustin’s voice was easily recognizable among the mix, so it wasn’t hard to guess who the rest of the hooligans at the door were.
Something niggled at the back of Steve’s mind and he frowned, trying to figure out what in the world all the kids were doing at his house at seven on a Friday night. At least they didn’t sound like there was any danger, which was honestly a big relief.
“Oh shit, movie night!”
Steve and Eddie looked at each other, eyes wide. Steve felt a little bubble of panic in his chest, because here he is in the living room, high and horny (not that he hopes Eddie realizes that part at least), and the kids are banging down his door in expectation of movie night. Which he completely forgot about.
“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Eddie said. He reached out and gave Steve’s wrist a squeeze, his hand warm on his skin in a way that was both comforting and, mortifyingly, a little arousing. “I’ll let the little fuckers in and you get the snacks ready, yeah?”
Steve nodded, because what else was he going to do? Eddie hopped up and headed for the door, and Steve allowed himself just a second to breath before getting up himself and going to the kitchen. He definitely had some popcorn left over from last week, and he was pretty sure there were chips in the pantry too. That would have to do.
When he returned to the living room, the kids were milling around, arguing about what movie they should watch, and Eddie and Robin were standing off to the side, watching with amused looks on their faces. He joined them, still feeling a bit warm, but glad that the horny feeling the brownies had left him with had mostly abated for now.
It only took a little nagging before everyone settled in for the movie. The kids were on the floor, close enough to the tv that Steve felt a strong urge to nag at them to back up to not hurt their eyes, while Steve was on the couch with Robin on one side and Eddie on the other. It was a comfy set up, being between his two favorite people with a big blanket draped across them. Plus, he had the popcorn bowl in his lap, which gave him prime snack access.
The kids had decided on some action movie that was, in Steve’s opinion, bordering on too loud at times. But they seemed to be enjoying it, and even Robin, who generally liked her movies a bit more art house, was into it. And of course Eddie, basically one of the kids in every way but age, was loving it too.
Steve found himself drifting a little, lost in trying to follow the plot within ten minutes. That was also when he started to realize that maybe holding the popcorn wasn’t quite as great as he’d thought it was. He did indeed have great access to the popcorn, but he hadn’t thought too much about the fact that both Eddie and Robin would be dipping in for popcorn too. And the popcorn bowl was sitting right over his crotch.
He tried to ignore the way that each hand reaching into the popcorn bowl jostled it just slightly, a movement that was quickly leading to a very awkward situation in his pants. He considered asking to switch seats or switch who was holding the bowl, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed because either case would involve revealing how inappropriately turned on he was, and that was some humiliation he wasn’t sure he would be able to endure.
It was honestly humiliating enough already, with how he couldn’t help squirming, trying to relieve the pressure of the popcorn bowl on his boner. Those fucking brownies had really done a number on him, and this was just making things so much worse. At least the bowl was emptying, but that didn’t help as much as he felt like it should. Mostly because he was having a hard time thinking (whether that was the drugs or the horniness or both was anyone’s guess) and the movie wasn’t even half over.
“You want a hand with that?”
Somehow he managed not to jump and send the popcorn flying, but it was a close thing. Instead he just jerked a little and turned to look at Eddie, a frown on his face.
“What are you talking about?” Steve hissed back, very aware of the fact that there were several other people in the room and he didn’t want them to hear this conversation.
Very pointedly, Eddie looked down at the popcorn bowl — or, more specifically, what was underneath — and then back up at Steve’s face, which Steve could feel burning with heat under Eddie’s gaze.
Steve gulped. “Um…”
“Just let me help, yeah?” Eddie whispered. His hand was already creeping up Steve’s thigh under the blanket, leaving a trail of heat that had Steve wanting to squirm even more. “I know that’s gotta be uncomfortable by now. And it’s sort of my fault anyway.”
And yeah, he was right, it was pretty uncomfortable to be so hard like this, with every handful of popcorn just making it worse. And it was at least a little bit his fault, what with him bringing the brownies and grabbing his share of the popcorn. But Steve wasn’t sure this was a valid solution either. They were in the middle of the living room with the kids feet away and Robin just beside him!
Robin reached in for more popcorn, jostling the bowl in a way that had Steve fighting back a moan. His whole body felt tense, hotter than ever, like he might burst into flames at any moment with the need to get more, to come.
“Ok,” he whispered, feeling at the end of his rope. He hoped he didn’t regret it.
Eddie grinned, something almost feral and hungry in his face as he looked at Steve. “Just keep quiet, sweetheart, and I’ll take care of you.”
Steve hadn’t known that kind of pet name did it for him, but wow, did it ever. He shifted his hips, swallowing a groan as Eddie’s hand slid up from his thigh and to his crotch, cupping him for a moment. Eddie’s hand felt enormous like that, with Steve unable to see what was happening and only being able to feel.
After only a moment, Eddie moved up to the top of his pants, fingers slipping under the band. That touch of skin on skin was a shock even though he felt it coming. Steve bit his lip to make sure he didn’t let out a noise as Eddie kept going, his whole hand slipping into his sweats. He had the passing thought that he was glad he hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear because it was making this so much easier.
Finally, Eddie’s hand closed around his dick, which was leaking pre come by now. His hips jerked a little without his say so and the popcorn bowl tipped, balanced precariously now with Eddie’s hand in Steve’s pants, moving oh so slowly. Steve reached out to hold it still, white knuckled in a way that would certainly look suspicious to anyone paying attention. He prayed that Robin, whose gaze was still fixed on the tv, wouldn’t notice.
Eddie had shifted his body a little closer, his head almost laying on Steve’s shoulder. He could feel Eddie’s breath hot and damp against his neck, making him wish suddenly that they had the privacy for him to turn his head, to give Eddie the space to kiss or suck or bite or do whatever it was he wanted to do. But this would have to be enough for now.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered practically into his ear, voice deep and husky in a way that Steve had never heard it before. He decided he’d really like to hear it again.
Eddie kept a slow pace, moving his hand up and down Steve’s cock like he had all the time in the world, like Steve wasn’t desperate to get some relief, to come. He tried to keep his hips still and not thrust up like he wanted to. Somehow he knew Eddie would give him what he needed.
Steve hadn’t been paying attention to the movie, but a sudden loud sound had him looking up, a little startled. There was a battle happening, people screaming and swords clanging.
Just as suddenly, Eddie started moving his hand faster in the small space he had to work in. He thumbed the head of Steve’s dick with every upswing, spreading pre come down his length and making Steve go a little cross eyed with how good it felt. He’d never been jerked off like this, Eddie’s hand hot and calloused and perfectly tight.
Steve bit his lip as he came, trying with everything he had not to make a noise and have anyone notice. Eddie jerked him through it, finally slowing and then slipping his hand away when Steve’s hips jerked unconsciously with overstimulation. He could feel Eddie’s eyes on him even with his own clenched shut as he tried to catch his breath. He was pretty sure he could taste blood.
When Steve opened his eyes, the credits were beginning to roll. The kids were laughing and talking to each other, none the wiser to what had just happened feet behind them. But it wouldn’t stay that way long with the inside of his sweats and Eddie’s hand covered in come. He needed to figure something out fast.
Robin bumped his shoulder and he turned to look at her, startled. She rolled her eyes, a crooked grin on her face. He could tell even without asking that she at least knew exactly what he and Eddie had gotten up to.
“Go get cleaned up,” she said, voice quiet enough that the kids shouldn’t be able to hear her. “I’ll take care of them.”
“You’re the best,” he replied just as quietly, meaning it with all his heart. Not that he didn’t mean it all the time, because she was amazing, but this was a little more than just covering a shift for him at Family Video.
“I know.”
Robin hopped up and began herding the kids to the kitchen, telling them there were cookies even though she knew damn well that Claudia had made them specifically for him just yesterday. Oh well, he supposed having Robin and the kids eat them was a small price to pay for her covering for him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see a strange look on Eddie’s face, but he couldn’t bring himself to look head on and find out exactly what it was. Embarrassment was hitting him now, delayed by how singular the need to come had become. But now that it had, all he could think about was how slutty he’d acted. And that was before Eddie had even touched him.
As soon as the others were out of the room, Steve jumped up and headed for the stairs. He probably couldn’t manage a shower since the kids hadn’t left yet, but he needed to clean up at least a little bit. Get himself under control as well.
The door to his room didn’t slam shut behind him like it should have and he turned to see Eddie closing it softly before leaning against it. That strange look was still on Eddie’s face, so much more obvious now that Steve was looking at it straight on. He felt himself caught up in staring at it, trying to figure out what Eddie was thinking and feeling, before looking away in embarrassment.
“Hey, hey, no,” Eddie said, quickly pushing away from the door and crossing over to where Steve was standing. “Don’t think like that.”
Steve frowned, but looked back at Eddie, ignoring the way his cheeks were burning. “Like what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking that’s making you so red,” Eddie said. One hand came up to touch Steve’s cheek, heart wrenchingly soft, before dropping it back to his side. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, you know? Nothing at all.”
That was… kind. And surprising. And not at all true, in Steve’s opinion. What had happened downstairs was definitely something to be embarrassed about. Even if the brownies Eddie had brought were partly or even mostly to blame, he was still the one who had gotten hard and desperate in the middle of movie night, enough that Eddie had had to help him out.
Eddie could apparently see the disbelief on Steve’s face, because he shook his head, smiling a little crookedly. “You really don’t know, huh?” he said, tone almost incredulous.
“Know what?” Steve demanded. He didn’t like feeling so out of his depth like this, and he’d really like it if Eddie would just say what he meant and leave him to collect himself in peace.
“That that downstairs was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. In my life.”
Steve’s mouth dropped open without his say so. He was having a hard time believing he’d just heard that, and a harder time believing it was true. For all the dates he’d been on since he and Nancy split up, none of them had seemed like they were that into him in that way.
Eddie just looked back at him, cheeks pink but gaze defiantly even. He shifted a little, and Steve’s attention was brought down to Eddie’s crotch, where his interest was more than obvious.
It was enough to have Steve’s heart beating faster, mouth dry. He found himself wishing a little that he could get hard again himself, but the edibles were well and truly out of his system by now. He’d have to settle for just getting Eddie off, which honestly didn’t feel like settling at all. It felt… well, exciting, in a way he hadn’t felt with anyone else in a long time.
Steve stepped forward and dropped to his knees right in front of Eddie, looking up at him. Eddie looked back, eyes wide and mouth open like this was the most shocking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Can I?” Steve asked, raising his hands to rest on Eddie’s thigh.
Eddie was nodding almost before the words were out of Steve’s mouth. He couldn’t seem to find any words to say anything, which Steve thought had to be a first. He hid his own smile as he reached for Eddie’s fly. It was a little awkward at this angle since he wasn't exactly used to being on this end of things, but he'd make it work. If there was one part of his reputation he actually wanted to live up to, it was that he was great in bed. Even if this wasn't quite a bed. Maybe later, if things went well.
Steve only bothered to push Eddie’s pants and underwear down enough to get his hand on Eddie’s cock. It fit perfectly in his hand, hot and hard and red at the tip. He stroked it, trying to get a feel for a cock that wasn’t his own, enjoying the punched out sound from above him.
He gave it another stroke, contemplating trying out blowing Eddie, but before he could do more than that, Eddie was suddenly coming. He spurted all over Steve’s hand, thighs and abs reflexively tensing under Steve’s gaze. The sound he made was enough to have Steve wanting to hear it again and again.
Steve could only watch in awe, barely having a chance to stroke Eddie through it. Fuck whatever happened downstairs, he was pretty sure this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Eddie being so turned on by him that all it took was two strokes for him to blow? Talk about inflating Steve’s ego.
“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie muttered, still a little breathless as Steve released his softening cock.
Steve looked up to see Eddie even pinker than before, one hand pulling his hair across his face to try to hide his obvious embarrassment. But Steve was not going to have that, not at all. He surged up, almost overbalancing from the sudden movement, and caught Eddie’s face between his hands, bringing their lips together in a hot, wet kiss.
Eddie made a noise of surprise, but quickly got with the program, kissing back with just as much enthusiasm. His hands grasped at the fabric of Steve’s shirt, then smoothed down his hips to grab his ass and bring their bodies into closer alignment.
It had been a very long time since Steve had kissed someone he liked so much, and he’d forgotten how good it could be. Eddie obviously knew what he was doing and did it well, which was even better. Steve could happily stay here kissing until they were both hard again, but a sudden noise reminded him that they were very much not alone in the house.
They separated with obvious reluctance on both sides, only far enough that they could pant for air after such desperate kissing. Steve found himself smiling at the look on Eddie’s face, soft and open like he couldn’t believe what just happened. Steve almost couldn’t either, despite the little smear of come he’d left on Eddie’s cheek, but no way was he going to let it not happen again.
“We’ve gotta go deal with the kids before Robin kills us for abandoning her with them,” he said. She may have volunteered, but she only had so much patience, he knew. “But… us? Later?”
Eddie grinned, leaning in to leave a peck on Steve’s lips. “Yeah, baby, later sounds good,” he replied, voice low with promise. “After the kids have left and I have you all to myself.”
“Let’s get cleaned up and kick them out then,” he said, taking Eddie’s hand to pull him toward the bathroom. Eddie laughed, but followed easily enough, the sound so happy it made Steve’s chest ache to hear it.
As they cleaned up, eyeing each other with blatant want, Steve bit his lip against the desire to say something ridiculously cheesy. He was enjoying the fluttery feeling of warmth suffusing his body at the closeness and playfulness with Eddie. He was pretty sure this thing with Eddie, whatever it turned out to be, was going to be the death of him. But only in the best possible way.