I'm Just Trying To Stay Sane

They’ve been doing stuff with each other for a while. Not together-together, not seeing each other, just… friends who experiment. Not that Eddie hasn't been a pining fool for Steve since the Upside Down. Since the boat house, where he not only discovered how incredible Steve smells up close, but also that he's actually a good dude. 

After Steve's bi-awakening, and Robin’s devious wingwomaning via suggesting he ask Eddie for tips, Eddie's been opening Steve up to numerous novel experiences, whilst trying not to lose his heart in the process. 

They started off kissing, and when Eddie stroked Steve’s thigh and pinched his nipple Steve's dick rose to the challenge, confirming that yeah, he definitely likes guys. Eddie's sucked him off, they've stripped topless and frotted in their jeans, Eddie's got his hands messy down the front of Steve's pants more than once and Steve’s grabbed his cake when they can't keep their hands off each other, but today's the first time Eddie’s suggested doing anything more below the belt. 

Steve's face down on Eddie's bed, ass out, whimpering into his pillow after Eddie's licked and sucked him until he begged for more. As Eddie spreads his cheeks again he feels like it's his birthday as he's charmed by Steve's hole on display, all pretty, pink and puckered. He runs a lube-slicked finger around the edge of it before dipping the tip inside, studying Steve’s face intently for any microexpressions of pain or discomfort. Finding none, he slowly slides all the way in, and the way Steve groans fills his room with filthy, angelic music. 

They've discovered he has a praise kink and loves Eddie’s dirty-talk, so another finger later, when Steve bucks, attempting to push him deeper, Eddie pins his hip down, gently chastising him,

“Nuh-uh, honey. Don't rush, it's not a race. You can't ride my cock if you're not ready. We might need to train you, get you a plug. But don't worry, I won't wait any longer than I have to.”

Saliva pools at the edge of Steve's mouth, dribbling onto the pillowcase as Eddie continues,

“Christ, Steve, you're so hot. I can't wait to fuck you, gonna fill you up. Wanna get my cum so deep I'll be dripping out of you for years.”

Steve moans at Eddie's words, and writhes as Eddie repeatedly finds the spot inside him that he'd promised was so worth it. Testing their boundaries, never even dreaming they'd get this far on Steve's first try, he asks,

“You think you can handle three?”

Steve nods feverishly, and only moments later Eddie wants to record his wailing cries to make a musical score, take pictures of his own release spilled all over Steve's back, and hopes the voluminous stains Steve’s left on his sheets never fade. 

They rest, shower and dress, and Eddie, guarding his heart and his pride, expects Steve to head for the door. But Steve delays his exit, stopping short, his voice soft and uncharacteristically shaky,

“I know this is supposed to be just physical tuition, or whatever. But, what if I wanted to learn something else?”

Eddie’s anxiety spikes as Steve steps closer, grasping his trembling hands as he whispers,

“Eddie, would you show me... what it's like to have a boyfriend?”

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A/N: Here's the list I made by going through all my previous microfics, I hope I didn't miss any!

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Once they start kissing, however, Steve is in his element. Making out becomes their favourite thing to do, and it's Steve who encourages them to go further, asking Eddie to show him all the ways they can make each other fall apart. Eddie is only too willing to let Steve have a try at sucking him off, and he feels like a god on earth when he introduces Steve to a place inside of him that Steve's previously only heard rumours about. 

So really, Eddie’s only got himself to blame for his current predicament. 

“It's okay baby, we'll take it steady, yeah?”

Eddie had agreed without question, blissfully unaware of what Steve had in mind when he'd asked if they could try something different. Steve may not have been with a guy before, but he's a terrifyingly quick study, and he's blended whatever skills Eddie’d thought he'd imparted with everything he's learned from dating girls and has become a world expert in record fucking time. 

He's got Eddie laid out on his plaid bedsheets, and he's been edging him to within an inch of his life by licking and kissing and sucking and nibbling enough to bring him tantalisingly close multiple times. Now, two of his talented fingers move inside Eddie, grazing that spot exactly how he showed him, Eddie whining and writhing before Steve backs off yet again. Eddie’s cock leaks as his hips buck involuntarily, and Steve smirks, triumphal, revelling in his boyfriend's disheveled and desperate state. 

Eddie's a mess, hair everywhere, skin flushed and glistening as he babbles,

“Fuck, Steve. Please! Haaa!”

Steve takes just a little pity on him, wrapping his other hand gently around Eddie's turgid shaft. The thick length kicks and twitches, alive in its search for more of Steve's touch, and he gives Eddie a tiny bit more, easily gliding his thumb over the head using Eddie’s copious precum and the spit from Steve's teasing, sinful tongue that he left at least two, maybe three near-orgasms ago. 

Eddie whimpers, grasping at the tangled bedsheets and barely resisting lunging for any part of Steve. That was part of their deal; this time, only Steve gets to touch. 

Eddie thought it would be cute, fun even, letting Steve play, explore. But he had no idea how devilish Steve could be, and he can't decide whether this is heaven or torture. As Steve's warm, wet tongue laves lazily over his purpling head it's definitely the former, and his aching balls tighten in response. But as Steve torturously pulls away, again, he seriously reconsiders his life choices and everything that's led to this point.

But then, Steve's gaze turns hungry. His fist grips harder, his fingers slide deeper, and his tone softens as he breathes, sultrily,

“Okay, honey… now let go for me.”

Eddie barely hears all the words before a warm rush of ecstasy fills his entire being. He moans long and deep as his release finally thrums through him, cock throbbing and pulsing voluminous jets of hot, milky cum all over his belly and chest.

As it drips down to stain Steve's sheets, he slowly returns to reality. Initially playfully chastising, he's finally able to add the words he's been wanting to express for months,

“You're one devious asshole, Steven Harrington. But I love you…”

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They've hooked up a few times, albeit hurriedly. Eddie’s van, the break room in Family Video, midnight at Skull Rock. Always mostly clothed, or somewhere dark enough where Eddie doesn't care. So it's a new feeling, being this naked, this… open with someone.

He allows Steve's eyes and fingers and mouth to travel wherever they please, over sharp bones and spindly limbs, second-rate and half-decent tattoos, all his scars, his very being. Lets him lick and stroke and suck and sigh, focusing only on the experience and sensations, ignoring the niggling apprehensions about what Steve might be thinking or feeling and trying to believe the muffled murmurs that sound like he can't bear to leave Eddie’s skin,

“My god, Eddie. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Steve's mouth skims over the uneven, pink flesh of Eddie’s chest. Humming, he sucks the peaked flesh of his remaining nipple past his lips. Eddie whines, gasps, hands grasping his own hair, trying to ground himself while Steve’s attention moves down his stomach and happy trail and he mumbles,

“And you taste… mmm… so fucking good.”

Soft skin slips around his cockhead, and Eddie hisses as Steve slurps his smeared precum like its manna itself before wet heat suctions around him. Eddie jerks and bucks, Steve's broad palms holding his hips static as he swallows him down. 

Eddie writhes and moans, finally yielding to the restraint, and suddenly he's succumbing to the bliss of Steve's mouth embarrassingly quickly. He grunts unintelligible warnings as his balls tighten and abs tense, and his hot spend pulses forcefully into Steve's receptive throat.

Breathing heavily, he lifts his head to watch Steve sit back on his heels, groaning as he swallows Eddie's seed. He's accustomed to them having quick hookups, and anticipates Steve'll leave now, but Steve's heavy, lidded eyes lock to Eddie's. He dips to lick a wide stripe along his softening length, suckling gently at the head to garner every drop of release, Eddie’s cock twitching valiantly even as he shudders with overstimulation. 

Hands squeeze his hips affectionately before sliding up his sides, and Steve continues watching, assessing, examining until their lips connect. Eddie tastes his tongue, himself mingled with Steve's unique flavour, and now Steve's exploring every crevice of his mouth, tongue mapping the roof and dragging around his teeth. Eddie registers Steve's hard member rutting against his damaged thigh as his mouth moves to Eddie’s jaw, hairline, earlobe, his large hands still exploring every location he can reach. 

And unexpectedly, Eddie realises this isn't an examination. It's a proclamation. Of adoration. Of addiction. Of love. 

And if Steve ever decides to crack him open and examine his soul and psyche with similar microscopic scrutiny? After today, Eddie thinks that prospect might not be quite so frightening after all.

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Sure, they hooked up a few times. No biggie, Steve told himself. Shutting down, he decided that Eddie only asked him to come with him as something to say instead of ‘thanks for the fucking, see ya’. It occurs to Steve now that he never actually answered, just scoffed and walked away. 

But no matter how he reframed everything, it never eased the sting of separation from the first bright and beautiful thing he'd ever felt. Never stopped him from wondering what if he'd agreed, what if he'd eschewed the employment-matrimony-offspring pipeline.

Now, two kids and a divorce later, he never imagined Dustin's spawn’s wedding reception would be where they'd collide again. Apparently, Carl’s a metalhead who begged his dad to ask the Eddie Munson to play some songs. 

Eddie’s of course gone one better, bringing the whole band. They're used to playing stadiums, but seem entirely comfortable setting up on the venue’s small stage like it's The Hideout, bantering with staff and taking the numerous double-takes and requested selfies good-humouredly. 

The gang flashes horns and waggles tongues, and there's much reminiscing. Steve watches, wondering if there's even a place for him here; does Eddie even remember him?

His question’s answered when he looks over just as Eddie plugs in his Warlock, as vibrant as ever, if a little dinged around the edges. Just like Eddie. There's an electrical hum as the jack slides home, and Steve feels similar, familiar static buzz through his entire body as Eddie looks up, their gazes locking for the first time in a quarter-century. 

It's almost the end of the night when Eddie's finally free enough to catch Steve at the bar, tentatively sitting next to him and ordering two glasses of champagne. He slides one across to Steve and leans in close, a familiar, husky voice murmuring, 

“Hey, sweetheart. So, did you make up your mind yet?”

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A/N: Of course Steve moves in with Eddie and goes on tour with the band and they adopt older kids with special needs and three four insane dogs and live their golden years together and happily ever after *nods* And yes, Dustin's son is named after Carl Sagan.

It's been a hard three years. 

To start with, they dallied around each other for ages, too shit scared to admit how they felt in case the other didn't reciprocate, and wasting so much time in the process. 

Then, they had to navigate coming out to their friends, revealing their relationship, and deciding how much affection they could safely express in public. 

After, there was the excitement, and anxiety, around shared accommodation, not least the necessity and extra expense of renting a two-bed lest people asked questions. 

But it's also been amazing. Joyful. Wondrous. Having a loving boyfriend to come home to, to build a life with, and give just as much love back to in return? Worth it.

But this boyfriend isn't above asking for demanding what feels like the impossible.

He’s already made him cum twice. First with his mouth on their shared sofa, cumming in his pants as he humped himself against his leg. 

Then again in the shower as they cleaned up, this time with fingers in his ass as his wet body trapped his still-sensitive cock between his belly and the cold tile. 

And now, as his beau rails him into their shared mattress, their hard work and adoration and devotion flowing between them, he falls over the precipice one final time as the love of his life spills inside of him.

He's rewarded with tender kisses peppered all over his sweaty, aching body, knowing the aftercare will be just as sweet. And yet his boyfriend is still somehow of the opinion that he's the lucky one, as he squeezes his ass cheek one last time and mumbles into the crook of his neck,

“Thank you, baby. I knew you could do it. Best. Gift. Ever.”

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A/N: Hmm, I only have 333 words for this most meaningful of microfics, what shall I concentrate on? *slams hand on table* SMUUUTTT!!!

Eddie finding you looking a bit lost outside Joyce's centrally-located diner and offering you a driving tour of Hawkins. He has various 'errands' to run, and you take in Lover's Lake (collecting from Rick's), The Hideout (he's getting his wages and tips, and oh my he plays there too??), Melvald's (plus playful arguments about snacks ofc), and you make him screech to a stop outside the florist/craft shop bc their window display is divine and you meet Claudia Henderson who loves that you love it and finds out you're currently looking for things to do and asks if you'd like to volunteer to help make displays

Eddie finding out your schedule and 'accidentally’ bumping into you as you walk your cousins to/from school (maybe he's on a skateboard, who knows?)

you volunteering at the animal shelter where your mum (an Illinois native & qualified veterinarian who moved away for love) helps out. You take Eddie there one day and he becomes the only person who's ever been tolerated by a huge grumpy Mastiff called Boots (bc that's what it sounds like when he barks) bc all he did at first was sit in with him and read him LOTR (and you reluctantly agree when the other nurses/volunteers remark that he looks damn fine doing it)

shenanigans where on a volunteer dog walk you & Eddie get covered in mud, maybe you get tangled in leads and fall over together and there's awkwardness and feelings™️ & you offer to clean Eddie’s clothes at your place, followed by him accidentally meeting your dad whilst wearing nothing but a fluffy pink bathrobe and you accidentally stumbling in on him changing and getting a view of his torso (swoon)

Eddie taking you to a rusting old abandoned playground where you sit on the swings and reveal personal details about your lives, including how Eddie used to live around there, there was a school etc but it was demolished and Al was a terrible father who never bothered to take Eddie to his new school, that's part of how he ended up with Wayne, etc. and now he just comes here to think and remember his mom

Eddie living with Wayne in an old farmhouse that belonged to his grandfather. Wayne gave up his trucking career to look after him while Al was nowhere to be seen/in jail. The farmland is fallow now and Wayne works at the plant, Eddie helps out with maintenance and now occupies the long sunroom down the side of the house that's home to Gareth's old drumkit, some well used bamboo solarium furniture and all of Eddie’s paraphernalia

another semi-traditional event of a ‘potato party’ at Eddie's where Freak’s family (farmers) provide the goods and everyone wraps them in foil and cooks them around a massive fire in Eddie’s backyard. You come to Eddie’s earlier in the day and you talk and compare music tastes and help him to prep for the party and end up dancing in the kitchen to one of Eddie’s mum’s favourite songs and you asks where he learned and he says she used to dance with him in their old home when Al wasn't round, featuring an almost-kiss before Freak’s truck honks in the driveway. Some kind of fire-based shenanigans, maybe Freak hurts himself and you help and have to spend some time with him, where it gets super late and you end up staying over and Eddie offers you his bed and sleeps on the shitty solarium couch and there's much yearning but nothing happens

another day at Eddie’s where there's a bit of angst bc you fuck about on Gareth’s kit and Gareth catches you, encourages you to sit on his lap so he can 'teach you properly', Eddie's gone to get beers or whatever and walks in on this, and his frustration with all the other guys' interactions with you boils over into arguments & heated discussions where you get pissed off at Eddie bc it was innocent/he doesn't own you/why should he be jealous anyway it's not like you're an item or anything (bc you're frustrated that he hasn't asked you out, but also bc you know it can't go anywhere anyway bc you're not here for long so you take it out on him) and you leave, and Eddie gets pissed off at Gareth for even touching you and G lights a fire under his ass by saying something like if you don't make a move/ask her out I will

another day shortly after Eddie takes Boots for a walk (bc Eddie’s either fostering or has adopted him by this point) and he runs off and Eddie calls you in a panic and you realise your argument was stupid and go to help, and you both end up soaked either bc it rains or Boots gets across a river on the property and you have to go get him & you fall in, featuring a sweet drying-off-the-dog and then getting warm/dry scene where Eddie dons a thin and holey fine-knit black sweater that shows off his tattoos & nipple ring and you wear one of his band hoodies and you cuddle in bed for warmth and you reconcile and then things get messy and heated and you share a spectacular and electric first kiss

you start properly hanging out and increasingly filthy episodes of smut ensue along the usual escalating lines, hand stuff, oral, etc, and you agree not to take things too far bc you're both in denial and trying to keep it low-key and not fall or get too involved bc of your supposed short term residence

at some point you have a meaningful and intense first time together and Eddie can barely contain himself because he's doing it with you and it's slow and spectacular and you can't deny feelings anymore bc of course

there's lots of van smut, and outdoor smut

and farmhouse smut after Eddie convinces you to dance for him when he catches you swaying to Black Magic Woman, you blow his mind and then it becomes a thing with each of you picking different songs

you end up staying longer (bc aunt is permanently disabled/dies, oh dear sad) and your cousins need the support. Mum sets up her own business as the new town vet bc there isn't one & you help with admin pt, dad can work anywhere bc remote, so you need another pt job and get work at Claudia's shop & also do dance tuition/evening classes at the school/community centre (which Eddie picks you up from and totally starts arriving earlier and earlier specifically to ogle watch you)

Eddie helps out at the animal shelter more and ends up getting a steady job doing something he loves because he impresses (for instance) the owner/patron or husband of the owner, like he fixes their vehicles & gets offered a job at a garage, or helps out with admin emergencies or fundraising and becomes the town's newest librarian bc he's unexpectedly organised when it comes to paperwork & literature, or he drives rescues and kit around and enjoys it so much he's convinced to start his own delivery service that everyone loves, bc someone just needed to give him a chance™️/see he wasn't his dad, etc.

Eddie makes a reluctant Wayne come with him to visit you at the store ('now what the hell do I need with a dried flower arrangement, son?') and introduces him to Claudia (bc I want to get these two together whenever I can)

your family adore Eddie despite the gossip/opinions about his family, and your dad cements it the first Christmas you spend in Hawkins by gifting Eddie a brand new fluffy bathrobe in 'a colour that better suits him' (to which it's revealed you've already added a metal band patch to the back)

by the next annual camping trip Eddie and you are a solid item and camp in his van. The cousins (one of whom is now crushing on Dustin) share with Erica & Max bc they're tight now, nobody's tents get blown away, and everyone lives happily ever after goddammit.

Reasons I'll never write this: I don't think it's interesting/original enough to make a strong story; it's a fantasy world I still revisit, and writing it might ruin it; I've had it in my head for 4 years and if it was gonna get written down I think it would have by now.

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However, when Eddie heaves himself out of Steve's pool one afternoon and strides towards him, dripping, skin gleaming, black shorts clinging to his thighs and hips, nipples peaked and hair flopping around him like a wet puppy, Steve struggles. Eddie stops between his knees, water droplets tumbling from sopping locks. The chilly shower scatters over Steve's thighs, lap, chest as Eddie leans further… further… biceps tensing, arms braced against Steve's lounger as he smirks, murmuring,

“Y’okay there, big boy? You look altogether too hot.”

Steve swallows; Eddie's eyes follow the movement. Steve reddens, too fast to dismiss as sunburn, and his composure finally cracks. Voice surprisingly steady, he ripostes,

“Too hot for you, Munson.”

Something unidentifiable flashes across Eddie’s face, and he backs off, mouth levelling, chin dipping. Steve regrets it immediately; he meant to sound teasing, not harsh. After that, Eddie stops bantering entirely, and Steve hankers for Eddie's roguish glances and provocative touches, realising far too late that pride really does come before a fall…

“I don't understand. You're… moving?”

Robin’s aghast, disbelieving Eddie would leave everything to go work for Wayne's buddy two towns over.

“I can't stay in Hawkins, Robs. I pulled out my best moves and got nothing, and yesterday he literally told me to my face that I'm not good enough for him. I can't be around here anymore. Let me keep what little pride I have left.”

Robin sighs,

“That's not true, trust me. Just talk to him before doing anything rash, please?”

Eddie does. Van packed, he almost drives past Steve's street as he heads out, but he promised Robin, so…

“Look man, I'm sorry if I ever took things too far. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, or fluster you. But don’t worry ‘cuz I'm leav– oof!”

His grip on Eddie's collar is rough but Steve's lips are soft as he drags a very confused Eddie inside. There's not an ounce of pride left in Steve as he backs up against the closed door and yanks Eddie towards him, unabashedly grinding his hips upwards. As Eddie whines and instinctively reciprocates, Steve, hungry, rumbles,

“Fuuuck, I thought I'd lost you. I'm such a jackass. Seriously, fluster me Eddie, flirt with me again. A lot, please. Gimme a chance to show you how it really makes me feel…”

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