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There was never really a plan.

Hell, Eddie wasn't even sure you would be down for any of it. What he did know was how much of a freak you actually were. It was his fault, really. You tried so hard to stay as vanilla as possible, but he corrupted you and it filled his wee, black heart with joy. Before things got really serious, you would reject his requests to make out in the storage closets at school or smacking his hand away when he would attempt to touch any body part other than your hand.

But after the first night he truly fucked you and gave you an orgasm that had you on the brink of tears, you were hooked.

The relationship standards changed almost overnight. You didn't disappoint either; pulling him into the janitor's office for quick make out sessions, wearing skirts specifically so he could get his hands under them as much as possible, begging him to come over late at night and 'help you sleep', anything to have him close to you.

He didn't mind whatsoever.

Underneath all that anarchist, 'fuck the world' attitude, he really did care about you. More than he cared about anyone probably ever in his life. As a general rule, Eddie wasn't much for close relationships but you managed to put him under this spell to where he could hardly think of anything else. And it wasn't just the sex either; even though it was the best he'd ever had. It was the way you smiled at him and how you hung on every word as if they were the last syllables you would ever hear. Even when you were irritated at him (vexing you was one of his greatest joys, honestly) there was this look you gave that let him know you were still crazy about him.

Eddie was yours, unequivocally. And you were his.

So the idea of sharing you, even just for a night, was a concept that was so far out of left field that he didn't see it coming until it was practically hitting him in the face.

More like Steve Harrington hitting him in the face, metaphorically speaking.

To say that Eddie wasn't Steve "The Hair" Harrington's biggest fan was an understatement. He knew of him mutually through Henderson, but when you admitted he was your friend too Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes. There wasn't a good reason to not like Harrington; as far as he could tell, Steve was an okay dude. Maybe a little arrogant and used way too much mousse. Plus Henderson couldn't shut up about the guy sometimes and it bugged Eddie to death.

You poked fun at him one night for being so annoyed about it.

"I just don't see what's so great about him! He doesn't even play D&D!"

You let out a sweet, tinkling laugh. "Babe, I don't play D&D and you like me just fine."

"You're different," he smirked. The papers from his campaign were scattered all over his bed, making notes here and there.

Nuzzling his shoulder, you lifted your lips to his ear and whispered, "Only because I suck your cock." He let out a groan and you giggled again, pulling his ear lobe into your mouth and sucking gently.

Suffice it to say, Eddie did not finish his notes that night.

You finally convinced Eddie to meet Steve at a party that he was sure only you were invited to, but your big doe eyes convinced him to go anyway. And surprisingly, had a pretty good time. He met Robin, who he didn't even know went to school at Hawkins High. She was spunky and weird, but could hold a decent conversation even if it was a little all over the place.

Then there was Steve.

There was a lot of skepticism between the both of them, at first. Steve stood on one side of the kitchen while Eddie stood on the other, thin-lipped smiles all around. Introductions were made and Eddie figured you would stick around to start the conversation, but Robin pulled you away claiming she would bring you back in a few minutes. 15 minutes went by before Steve finally sighed and leaned against the opposing counter, crossing his arms.

"So, how long have you guys been dating now? Two, three months?"

"It'll be three next week. " Eddie answered, trying to relax his own stance. You would be proud knowing Eddie remembered. "How did you guys meet?"

"Robin." Steve answered. "Started bringing her around when we hung out and it just stuck I guess. We uh-" He suddenly stopped himself.

Eddie frowned, "You what?"

"Well, I was gonna say-" he cleared his throat. "Nevermind. I don't want to make anything awkward."

"If you're gonna tell me that you and her dated before I asked her out-"

"Waaay before. Like...yeah, way before you guys started talking." He was fidgeting now and Eddie couldn't help but smirk wickedly. This was the perfect chance to mess with Harrington.

"So," Eddie started, "did you break up with her or did she reject you?" The look on Harrington's face alone was satisfying his little gremlin soul.

"Uh, well-" Steve stood up straight, then relaxed again, making it look like he was doing some sort of strange dance. "We went out a few times, but it just didn't work out. It was a mutual thing, ya know?"

"Yeah, I get it." He went quiet for a second, then made hard eye contact with Steve. "Did you guys ever sleep together?"

Harrington's face went very white. And he was squirming. Oh, if only Henderson could see his hero now.

"I mean-" he looked around cautiously, lowering his voice, "-not sure if she would want me to tell you that."

"We tell each other everything, so she'll just tell me allll about it later." He tried so hard to make a serious face, but it wasn't working. The pure joy was spilling out across the grin plastered on Eddie's lips. "Besides, I can't blame you. She is smoking hot. Like...I don't think anyone can hold a candle to her looks. Or that ass, I swear dude, it's like heaven."

Eddie could tell Steve was getting uncomfortable. If freaking people out was an art, Eddie was an artist. And the sheer confusion on Harrington's face was his masterpiece. He was gearing up to make it worse when you walked in the room, sliding your arm around Eddie's waist.

"What are you guys talking about?" Smiling, you looked over at Steve. "You look like you're about to puke, dude. You okay?"

Steve blinked away from Eddie and swallowed, "Yeah, I'm fine. Did uh...where did Robin go?"

"She's outside. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep. All good." He passed by you, squeezing your shoulder gently.

You watched as he walked out of the kitchen, then rounded on Eddie, "What the hell did you say to him?"

Eddie's mouth fell open, "Nothing! I was just asking how you guys met."

You let go of his waist to move in front of him. "I know you, Eddie Munson. You just love to fuck with people. What did you say?"

The emphasis on the last word made Eddie roll his eyes and sigh, "I...asked if you guys had sex while you went out with him."

Your eyes narrowed, "Why the fuck would you ask him that?"

"I wanted to see what he'd say!" He snorted and you playfully smacked his arm. "Ow! I was just messing with him, baby. He probably wasn't going to say anything anyway. If it even happened."

"And what if we did have sex?" You looked up at him indignantly.

"I would severely question your judgement if you let "The Hair" get that close to you." The look on your face was making him less thrilled about teasing Harrington. "Wait...did you guys-?"

You shrugged. "It was before you got the balls to finally ask me out. It's irrelevant."

"Uh, no it's not. You hang out with him all the time and apparently you guys have a history, so-"

"Aww, is my poor, little baby upset that someone else might have touched me?" Taking a step forward, you pressed yourself into Eddie until his back was against the counter again. "Or are you getting all hot and bothered thinking about Harrington taking me in the backseat of his car?"

"The backseat of his car? Really?" His voice had an air of sarcasm, but an image of Steve railing you frantically in the back of his BMW made something stir in Eddie's belly. What it was, he wasn't sure, but it you staring up at him through your lashes didn't make it better. And grinding into the growing hardness in his jeans.

"Oh, it does make you hot and bothered doesn't it?" You cooed softly, a grin playing on your lips.

"You're practically humping me, of course I'm turned on, you tease." Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to yours slightly. "And if it's true, it doesn't bother me. In any way."

"Pity," you sighed. "It's kind of hot."

All Eddie could do was stare at you. Before he had a chance to ask if you were serious or not, you were pulling away.

"I need another drink if we're gonna talk like this. And you need to go apologize to Steve for being a weirdo."

"But-" Eddie argued.

You stuck your index finger out at him, eyebrows raised. "No 'buts'! Steve is my friend and if you are going to be around him in any capacity, it doesn't need to be awkward. Well, more awkward anyway."

"So then he actually did rail you in the backseat of his car?" He pressed, smiling widely.

"Go!"

"Gimme a second, I gotta adjust myself." He palmed the half-hard bulge around until it wasn't obvious. You watched with a raised eyebrow, fighting the urge to be amused. Sticking out his tongue, Eddie sniggered and left the kitchen throwing one last look at you over his shoulder. Your hands were planted on your hips, but the look on your face was softening.

You could never really be mad at him.

It took a few minutes, but he finally found Steve sitting next to Robin on a dilapidated couch outside. Their conversation ceased as Eddie walked towards them.

"Hey, uh...Harr-I mean, Steve. Can we talk a second?" His eyes flicked to Robin who immediately stood up.

"Got it, I'm gone." Fast walking to the house, she waited until she was behind Eddie to give Steve a shrug and a thumbs up.

Steve didn't return the gesture because he was too busy looking at Eddie with that same sickly look from before. Your boyfriend took Robin's seat, exhaling slowly.

"So, I need to apologize." Eddie sighed. "I was...messing with you in there and it wasn't...nice." He struggled with the last word, not even believing he was doing this in the first place. Eddie didn't apologize to anyone but you. He felt so stupid.

"Oh. Thanks for that, I guess." Steve shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Listen, it wasn't anything serious. I think we were both in need of some comfort and-"

Eddie held his hand up, "You don't have to tell me, man. It's fine."

"I know. I just don't want things to be weird between us. She likes for everyone to get along and I want to clear the air."

They locked eyes for a second and Eddie realized a singular truth about Steve Harrington: that he was not going to do anything to break up your relationship with him. There was genuine care for you in his eyes and Eddie couldn't help but appreciate someone else in his girl's corner, even if he slept with her.

"She is the peacekeeper, isn't she? An annoyingly good person that cares about everyone. Like a goddamn Mother Teresa."

Steve let out an unexpected laugh, "It is annoying, isn't it? It's hard to be a dick when she's around."

"I know, right? So rude."

They laughed together this time and Eddie laid his head back on the couch. "Makes me want to be a better guy, though. Dunno what that's about."

This sudden vulnerability, especially with another guy, was really, really weird for Eddie. There were other dudes he would consider friends but none of them knew who he really was and they were not the people to talk about his relationship with. But somehow, sitting on that couch with Steve Harrington of all people, talking about someone the two of them cared about immensely created this curious bond between them. Steve seemed to pick up on it, too.

"I think that's why I'm so attracted to her."

It took a second for Eddie to really hear what Steve said, but when he did, the look on Eddie's face was nothing short of amusement. The other realized it too and swallowed.

"I mean, was attracted to her."

"So...she's ugly to you now?" Eddie smirked, hoping Steve would get the joke.

"Oh yeah. Hideous."

Eddie waited a whole 10 seconds before letting out a cackling laugh. "Oh god, Harrington, I'm telling her you said that." He jumped up, running through a group of girls back into the kitchen. Steve wasn't far behind, scrambling to catch him before getting to you.

Fate, it seemed, stepped right on in.

Steve and Eddie started hanging out more and more, despite the differences in their hobbies and personalities. There was one thing, however, that they both could agree on: movies. Movie nights were happening at least twice a week now, more so on the weekends. Harrington and Robin had access to every movie on the planet, and you were a cinephile with a penchant for horror movies. Eddie didn't really care what he watched; finally having solid friends outside of Hellfire and a girlfriend around practically every day was starting to grow on him. It wasn't something he wanted to stop any time soon.

It was perfect. Well, almost.

The thought of you being with Steve kept gnawing at the back of his brain. It was like an ear worm, but instead of the same song playing over and over again, a short film of Steve fucking you in the backseat of his car was on repeat. And the short film kept evolving. It started as some awkward blip of him ramming you from behind, but the more frequent the hang outs the more involved the thoughts (fantasies) became. They transformed into high quality cinematography; rain falling outside, the inside of the car is steamy and hot, sweat dripping off your naked bodies, sensually moving against each other. Not only was he imagining you blissed out and cum drunk, but now Eddie was seeing Steve's face as well. Moaning against your lips, asking if it felt good, even talking dirty for fuck's sake.

It made for some very awkward moments in bed with you.

One evening in particular, after fucking like rabbits, you lifted your head, bleary eyed and a loopy smile on your face. Eddie loved when you looked like this.

"I don't know what you were thinking about, but I've never felt you come so hard." Your eyebrows were moving up and down suggestively. "And you were louder too."

Eddie shrugged, "It's been almost a week, baby doll."

"No, that's not it." Sitting up on your elbow where you were looking down at him, you smirked. "Tell me what you were thinking about."

He had to think of something fast. There was no way in hell he was telling you about the fantasy playing in his head or that it was Steve's imagined moaning that made him completely lose it. You were right about one thing though; Eddie came so hard he saw little, yellow lightening bolts behind his eyelids.

So, he lied. "You just felt so good. I've missed you."

"Mmmhmm, sure. If you were thinking about another girl, you can tell me," You teased, tickling his a side a little.

Eddie jerked away from your hands quickly. "I wasn't thinking about another girl, silly."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I'm sure if the right girl came along-"

"No." He interrupted shortly. "I really couldn't."

What he wanted to say was you were his dream girl and even if he tried, no other woman occupied his thoughts like you did.

His confession had you stunned for a second. "Really?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" Eddie reached up, moving hair away from your still sweaty brow.

"I guess not." You leaned down further to kiss him, but stopped short. "But that doesn't answer my question."

Eddie scoffed, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I like to know what makes you tick, that's why.” You kissed him quickly. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“Wow, someone is feeling brave.” Eddie gasped, huffing out a stunned laugh. He turned on his side, reaching his fingers out to tickle you back. Grabbing his wrists, you shriek-laughed a little.

“Come on, Eds. It can’t be that bad, can it? I mean it wasn’t about some guy right?”

Eddie’s enthusiasm to wrestle died down a little and you let go of his wrists. “Was it…about a guy?”

“Not…really.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I was thinking about him with you if that makes it any better.”

You frowned, “Which guy are we talking about?”

Eddie was very quickly feeling exposed. There was a chance you wouldn’t understand and get upset. Or you could think he was jealous of Steve and that meant potentially not hanging out with him anymore. But when he finally got the courage to look at you, not even an ounce of anger was anywhere on your face.

He let out a long, breathy exhale. “Steve.”

It took a second, but it finally clicked. “Steve? Like…our Steve? Harrington?”

“Yes, all of those. I just couldn’t get the idea of him, in the back of his car-“

“Fucking me?” You finished boldly.

“Yes, fucking you. But when I think about that, I don’t get jealous or mad. I’m…I dunno.”

You smiled a little, “Enjoying it?”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking weird!” Eddie raised his arms up to the ceiling. “Right? It’s weird?”

Shrugging, you laid back down, resting your head against his shoulder. “Not weirder than anything else, I guess. And who knows how much our fantasies change as we get older? One minute you're into chicks and the next, you're into guys railing your chick. It's not weird, babe. You can't help what you like."

“Thanks for the diagnosis, Doc.” He exhaled, moving his arm around your body to pull you close. “I've never had - I've never been into-"

"Babe, it's okay. I know you couldn't go a day without my ass so I'm not worried about you leaving me for some guy." You were tracing random symbols on his chest with your fingers. "Let alone Steve Harrington. Pretty sure you guys would break up within a day anyway."

Eddie snickered. "You're probably right. It's all so new to me, I guess."

"I believe that sexuality is fluid. All this black and white, conservative bullshit is just trying to scare the gay away." You laughed at your own joke and Eddie couldn't help but chuckle with you. "And if you happened to be into guys and girls, I feel like that's something I can live with."

He stilled, feeling his heart beat rise a little. Being totally straight or gay or anything in between wasn't something Eddie thought about a lot. His parents didn't give "the talk" and expecting anything remotely emotional like that from his uncle was a joke. The feelings he had about you were real though, that wasn't a mystery. But he also couldn't get Steve out of his head and it made his insides do weird, uncomfortable shit. The feeling of you messing with the ends of his hair brought him back to the present.

Rubbing your back gently, he sighed, "All I know is that I'm into you and making you happy. The rest-"

Tilting your head up, your eyes met his with the most sincere gaze he'd ever seen. "We can figure it out together."

He kissed you deeply, humming against your lips. "I adore you."

"I know," you hummed back.

It was quiet for a moment, the darkness of the trailer and the night sounds enveloping the couple in a shroud of peace. It was moments like these that made Eddie feel like you were the only people on the planet.

"You know...he still really likes you, by the way." Eddie murmured, readjusting himself on his pillow.

“Who?”

“Our Steve.” Eddie tittered, moving his lips to your temple, placing fluttery kisses on the skin there. Your thigh slid over his legs, the fingers of his free hand immediately ghosting over the smooth planes of skin, bringing up little goosebumps.

The reply didn't come right away, but then you asked in an almost whisper, "Does that bother you?"

"That he still has feelings for you?" He considered it for a moment. The last few weeks, all he was able to picture was the scene in the back of his car. Steve having lingering feelings for you, though - that was an entire new can of worms to have to sort through. "I guess...I'm not sure."

Snuggling close to him, you sighed. "Well, if it makes any difference to you, we didn't actually have sex in the back of his car."

"You didn't?"

"Nope. We made out a few times, some heavy petting, but no sex. We didn't get that far." A playful smirk pursed your lips slightly.

"You are...so mean." Eddie grumbled, squeezing your thigh. "I've been going crazy about that for weeks. I guess I got a taste of my own medicine, huh?"

"Only a little. I just wanted to see what you would do." You giggled impishly at your impersonation of him. "Karma's a bitch, babe."

Eddie didn't give a pithy retort or tickle you more. He couldn't help but marvel at how you managed to make yourself an equal player in his games; it impressed the hell out of him. And yet - something was still nagging his curiosity.

"Did you want to?"

"Mmhmm," you answered softly.

Eddie glanced down and saw your eyes were closed. Whether you heard him or not, he wasn't sure. But it didn't stop the very real dream Eddie had that night.

You were in the back seat of Steve's car, naked and riding Steve slowly, grinding down on his cock while his hands gripped onto your ass. But this time Eddie wasn't a quiet observer from the front seat. He was actively kissing you, encouraging you, praising you, for how good you were taking Steve's cock.

The next morning was met with a headache and a raging hard on.

This was getting fucking ridiculous.

How in the world was he going to function normally if all he could think about was...that? Eddie groaned, trying to get his head right for the rest of the day. It was movie night and he really did not need that kind of distraction with Steve sitting next to him all evening.

Steve was struggling. Hanging out with you after the "break up" had been interesting (god it was so hard sometimes though), but he was able to go with it because of Robin. You guys were close and to stop hanging out with Robin altogether to avoid you was dumb. He could handle it. God knows he'd been in worse situations before. Besides, you guys didn't break up anyway. It was a mutual decision that was agreed upon - erm- mutually.

That didn't stop the way his heart would jolt against his rib cage every time you walked in the room. Or when you would laugh. Or when your hair fell in your eyes while studying.

When Eddie "The Freak" Munson came into your life, it felt like the time his Dad told him Santa wasn't real. Far in the deep reaches of Steve's mind, he hoped you guys could try again. The chemistry was there; the rest of it was the problem. He was looking for someone to commit to on a deeper level and unfortunately, you weren't really looking for the same thing at the time. Or were you not looking for that with him?

So when you finally told them you were dating Eddie, Steve couldn't help the roiling jealousy bubbling in his stomach. But he was also really curious. To be honest, you were more Eddie's type anyway but he still couldn't see what you saw in that dude.

That is, until he finally met Eddie.

Steve didn't blame the guy for messing with him that night. It was to be expected, especially after he saw you and Eddie together. If 'I love you's' hadn't been exchanged yet, they would be soon because Eddie was in capital 'L', love with you. Just within an hour of being at the party, Steve noticed Eddie's eyes would follow you wherever you were going, making sure you were okay without crowding. And you were completely smitten. The smiles were ten times wider and your laugh was different. Brighter. Deeper. Whatever Eddie did for you was working because you never looked at Steve like that.

It was hard to be upset about it, honestly. When it came right down to it, he was really happy for you. And Eddie. Who he surprisingly was getting along with more and more. Yeah, they had their differences but he was able to look past that for the most part. Much to Henderson's delight, Eddie was introducing Steve to D&D which he wasn't sure he would ever get into, but he liked listening to Eddie explain things with such conviction and passion. And Steve was happily letting Eddie dig through the movie selections whenever he wanted, giving him first pick for new videos that came out. The metal head and ex-jock fawning over hot movie babes and getting into deep discussions about the best action movie was definitely a sight.

Robin was finding all of it absolutely delightful.

"Do you think it bothers really Eddie that you and her dated?" Robin asked during a slow shift at work one day.

Steve shrugged, "If it does, he hasn't said anything. I feel like he would avoid me if that were the case."

'I know, but do you think she told him about how far you guys got, ya know...sexually." She whispered, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"There's nothing to tell! Nothing happened except a few make out sessions. And he wasn't even interested in her at the time so why would he be upset?"

Robin snorted incredulously. "Puh-lease. He's been interested in her for a long time. You know me, I watch people and Eddie Munson has had the hots for her longer than he probably cares to admit. He just finally got his head out of his ass and asked her out."

Steve felt his lower belly tighten up. "Did she tell you we did more than make out?"

"Not in intimate detail, no. But she did tell me you put your hands up her shirt. All the way to second base, good job." Robin let out a breathy laugh. "She also said you have really nice hands."

"She did?" The tape he was trying to shelve fell out of his hand, clattering to the floor. He gave Robin a look before bending down to get it. "Why are you telling me this? You know how I feel about-"

"I'm sorry," Robin interrupted quickly. "I'm not trying to make it more difficult for you. I just thought you would be happy to know she enjoyed the brief, shining moment of your hand on her boob." She shrugged, pulling a tape out. "Would 'Pretty in Pink' be too on the nose for movie of the day?"

Steve rolled his eyes and trudged to a different aisle.

Robin smirked. "I guess so."

He wouldn't tell Robin this, but it did make him happy knowing you had a good time with him. That night was one he thought about a lot. Your mouth was so pliant, lips so soft and delicious as he kissed you, little moans nearly bringing him to his knees. Steve managed to slide his hand in the shirt and was so close to getting under the bra before you stopped him. Your cheeks were tinged pink and your breath heavier, but the look on your face told him that it was all about to end right there.

Steve wasn't mad; he completely understood. "Different goals make for a hard relationship." He told you, trying desperately to keep the disappointment out of his tone. But he was disappointed and the drive home, alone, made it even worse.

There is always a moment when one believes they are, indeed, over it. But as the universe is a chaotic place, something new comes careening into reality and takes everything back to square one. This particular "something" was complete happenstance. Or destiny. Either way, it was a moment in time that things would change for all three of them.

Steve knew better than to show up unannounced. He should have known anyway. It was movie night and the plan was to carpool to the movie store so they could pick something out for the night. But as per the usual, a time nor a place had been decided upon. Taking matters into his own hands, he thought he would pick you up first. Secretly, he hoped it would give him a chance to talk to you alone for a few minutes. There wasn't a problem being alone with him, per say, but it always felt like it was avoided. Or Robin was there. Or Eddie. If he was going to be cool with all the changes, then that meant treating you like he would Robin. Except with a painfully stupid crush.

Yeah, that was normal.

He also should have known that a door being open doesn't automatically mean someone is in danger. But it was your house so the panic was immediate. As soon as he walked through the door though, all thoughts about you being attacked flew right out the window.

Any thoughts at all went out the window.

You were laying on the couch, back arched up slightly, legs spread wide while Eddie's head was in between your legs, not-so quietly eating you out. His long, ringed fingers were gripping the tops of your thighs so hard, he could see the red marks from where he was standing. How he didn't hear the moans from outside was a fucking mystery because they were loud. Steve's breath caught in his chest, too scared to move. Should he back out quietly and pretend he didn't see anything? Your eyes were screwed shut so you didn't see him and Eddie was heavily invested in his task, thankfully. God, the sounds coming from Eddie were obscene. Steve was so still and quiet, he could hear his tongue lapping at your wetness, moaning into you. One curious glance down the length of Eddie's lithe body showed him moving his hips against the couch cushions. On top of everything else, the jeans Eddie wore did not really leave anything to imagination.

He could very easily leave and go pick up Robin without any further incident, but for some reason he couldn't move his legs. He was completely entranced by what he was seeing.

"Eddie - I'm gonna...fuck." you panted, hips moving against his mouth harder.

Like a goddamn electric shock, Steve finally found the ability to move again. He wanted to stay, to watch you completely unravel right in front of his eyes like he dreamed about so many times, but he knew you would be embarrassed as hell if you saw him watching. If nothing else, it made him feel like a creep.

As he was starting to back out, he heard a breathy, "Steve?" but he was far too shaken to look back. He snuck out, practically running to his car.

The car door slammed shut and he let out the breath he'd been holding, his whole body shaking. Holy fuck, he thought.

Movie night was either going to be weird as hell or everyone was going to pretend it didn't happen and go about their lives. Was that even possible though? Steve was pretty sure he would take that image to his grave. God, why didn't he just knock? It would have saved him so much embarrassment and if you saw him, there was no telling what you were going to say. Steve put the car in gear and upon looking down, saw that he was very, very hard.

"Goddammit," he cursed.

"Did you just call me Steve?" Eddie asked, raising his head up. His swollen, red lips were wet and he licked them slowly .

You were frowning deeply, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I just...I think I saw Steve come through the door."

Eddie jerked up to his knees. "What? Really?"

"Yeah," you finished. "Shit."

"What should we do? I mean-"

"I know," Sitting up and closing your legs, you pulled your skirt down a little. "Maybe we just don't say anything? He's probably mortified, poor guy."

Eddie gave you a look. And then a devilish smirk.

"What?" You interrogated. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Because, I don't think he was mortified sweetheart. If you walked in on your crush getting some, would you be embarrassed?"

You shrugged, "Yeah, probably."

"Well, I wouldn't. I'd be surprised if he isn't creaming his pants right about now." Eddie wondered if he should be more concerned about this. He should have been furious, insanely jealous even, that some other dude saw his girl like that. But, he wasn't. Not even a little. More than anything else, he was curious.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. "I don't know about that. Steve isn't-"

"No, he is. Steve is an absolute horn dog, babe. I've seen the way he looks at you. And you should hear him talk about his "Wish List" of celebrities he'd bang. It's raunchy." His eyebrows bounced suggestively.

"The way he looks at me? How does he look at me, specifically?" The stern tone you liked to take with Eddie was there, but your eyes were bright and curious.

Eddie's brain still in lizard mode, he started moving his hips to hump the air and you laughed, covering your face. "Oh god, really?"

"Yes, babe. You're hot. Accept it." He reached out and tugged you closer, smirking at the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

"Are you buttering me up for some specific reason or are you just trying to get my legs open again?" The sparkle in your eyes was a little darker now. "We do have some unfinished business."

What did Eddie want? He wanted to get this stupid movie out of his dreams. But, if he were as deeply honest with himself as he could be, he wanted a new one. A new movie of you and him and Steve doing every deplorable thing possible to each other. He wanted to watch as Steve's mouth was between your legs while your mouth was on Eddie. He wanted to feel you clench around him as they both tore you apart, making you a princess pillow for them. And somehow he knew, call it weird couple telepathy, you wanted the same thing.

He exhaled slowly, "How adventurous are you feeling?"

Steve had been knocking for what felt like forever. He was agitated and he was really ready to get out of his head with a movie and some bad movie store candy. Finally, Robin answered the door. She was pale, bags under her eyes and she looked like she would rather be in a casket than talking to another human soul right now.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"Nice to see you too. My ovaries are trying to claw their way out of my body at the moment, thanks for asking." She sighed, leaning against the door frame. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing, I just...I've been knocking for eternity out here and-"

"Sorry I couldn't get off the toilet fast enough for you." Robin chided sharply. "That's not why you're upset though."

Steve blinked at her, then changed the subject. "Are you getting ready at least?"

"Uh...I'm skipping tonight." She waved her hand dismissively at the face Steve was making. "I don't want to be around another person for the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of my life!"

"Robin, come on, you can pick any movie you want and all the snacks and-"

"What is with this whining crap? Go watch a movie with your friends and get over yourself. Geezus." And with that, she closed the door in his face, Steve staring at it in disbelief. After a brief moment, the door opened again.

"Sorry. That was rude."

"Super rude." Steve grumbled.

"Look. I know you're feeling squeamish about Eddie and y/n or whatever-"

"I'm not feeling squeamish." Steve interrupted. "It's just easier to not be the third wheel. And they get super handsy during movies and I don't-"

"-want to feel squeamish. I get it. But I feel like I'm dying, Steve. And...I say this with love," she dropped a hand heavily on his shoulder, "but you gotta be a big boy about this. Get a spray bottle and spritz 'em if they start being gross."

Steve knew Robin was right. He was going to have to face them at some point and he would rather Robin not be there when they discussed "The Event". The jokes would be unending.

He sighed, turning to leave. "Okay, okay. Feel better. Call me if you need anything."

Robin let a small smile pass through the hard line of her lips. "I will. Be brave." Steve waved behind him as he stepped off her porch. "I believe in you!"

He was out of her driveway, idling at a stop sign when he made a decision. Despite the incredible, gut-wrenching horror of having to face you and Eddie again, he would do it. It meant reaching a newer, weirder level of friendship with the both of them but it had to be done. He cared about you too much. And, even though it settled like heavy stones in the pit of his stomach, he realized he cared about Eddie too. This was the first male friendship he had that wasn't direct competition or a kid 5 years younger than him. It made him genuinely happy and that was something he wanted to hold on to.

The tinny beep of a car waiting to go woke him from his reverie and he turned, heading towards your house again.

This time he knocked; loud and clear. He wasn't going to make that mistake again for as long as he lived. The door opened and there you were, wearing the same skirt as before and a black sweater that accentuated every single curve.

Fuck, Steve thought. But then you smiled before tilting your head to see around him. "Where's Robin?"

"She uh...isn't coming. She said something about her ovaries trying to claw out of her body?" He shrugged.

"Oooh, yikes. That sucks. Are we going to the movie store still or-?"

"I wanted to talk to you first. And I guess depending on how the conversation goes, that determines whether we go get a movie or not."

Your smile faded. "Okay, sure."

Stepping aside to let him in, Steve walked over the threshold feeling like he was going to vibrate into tiny little pieces and disappear into the floor. He would rather eat nails than be doing this right now. Eddie was sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing uncontrollably. The TV was on, but Eddie grabbed the remote and turned it off. His sharp eyes moved to Steve and he nodded.

"Hey. No Robin tonight?"

"Nah, she uh-" Steve paused, trying to come up with a clever way to say-

"She got her period, Steve. PEER-E-OD." You interjected with an eyeroll as you appeared next to Steve. "Men. So, what's up?" You were playing coy and Steve knew that, but it was now or never at this point.

"I came by earlier and your door was open so I assumed you were like...in danger or something. I came in and saw-" he swallowed, trying not to make eye contact with Eddie. "I saw-"

"Me eating her out on the couch." Eddie interrupted with a wide smile on his face.

Steve felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. The daggers coming out of your eyes for your boyfriend's interruption were intense and Eddie shrugged his shoulders in a 'What' gesture. Sighing, you pulled Steve's attention to you with a gentle tug of your hand on his forearm. "Listen, it's okay. The door didn't latch when Eddie came in and I didn't notice it. You were being a good friend by checking on me, which I greatly appreciate by the way. But then you saw something...unexpected. Mostly because Eddie can't seem to control himself."

Eddie snorted and your head whipped to him, eyes narrowed. He looked away quickly, but kept the same shit-eating grin on his face.

"So, if you want to cancel movie night, that's fine. I know you didn't expect or want to see that, so I can completely understand if you need a night to get it out of your head."

Your eyes were so understanding, so soft and caring that Steve suddenly didn't feel so anxious anymore. And God were you pretty. Steve shook his head, "It's not that. I just...thought you guys would be weirded out by me seeing..." He gestured to the couch.

"I'm sorry if we upset you. Granted, we were in the living room for anyone to see. But we're not weirded out. Everything is cool, right Eddie?"

The look on Eddie's face said one thing and the way his hands fidgeted said another. But still he nodded, "Yep. Cool as a cucumber."

The hand on Steve's forearm warmed his skin, sending tingles through his shoulder and down his back. "I-I wasn't upset, really. Surprised as hell, yeah. Honestly, it kind of felt like the time I was checking a tape at work and someone had taped a porno over it." He shrugged, letting out an awkward chuckle. Eddie was staring at Steve now, but it wasn't anger in his eyes. It was deeper than that. More...raw.

"Well then," the hand that was on Steve slid to your side, "in that case, I'm going to finish getting ready and we can go. Okay?" You were looking predominantly at Steve, who nodded. You gave him a sweet smile before heading down the hall to your room.

"Always the peacekeeper," Eddie sighed. "You're lucky she likes you so much. Not sure she would be as forgiving if it was anyone else."

Frowning, Steve crossed his arms. "Or. It was an embarrassing situation for everyone and she's understanding of that."

The curly haired man leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Or, and hear me out, she wasn't embarrassed at all."

'What is that supposed to mean?" Steve questioned. Where was Eddie going with this?

"Ugh, I can't believe I have to spell this out for you.' Eddie rolled his eyes, then stood, stepping into Steve's personal space. It was closer than Steve felt should be comfortable, but he didn't move away. "She's not embarrassed by it. Neither am I. You should have seen how hot it made her, knowing you saw her almost come. Had you stayed around a minute longer, you would have." He tilted his head, trying to catch more of Steve's line of vision. "I'm handing you a golden opportunity, man. You should take it."

Steve blinked up at Eddie. The realization of what Eddie was suggesting hit him like a ton of bricks and his stomach dropped. But Eddie wasn't offering you up as a consolation prize, not by yourself anyway. For a split second, Eddie looked like he was going to kiss him. The way his big, brown eyes (he'd never noticed the color before now), were heavily lidded, moving back and forth between Steve's eyes and his mouth.

A short, singular moment and everything could change; Steve was fucking terrified. This was brand, spanking new territory and he didn't know if it was such a good idea. There were complicated emotions involved; he didn't want to mess up the good thing he had going with you or Eddie.

On the other hand, Eddie was right. This was a golden opportunity and whatever that meant for the future, he couldn't say, but he knew it felt exciting; the possibility of this happening ever again was slim to none. And in his heart-of-hearts, in that carnal place he was "too cool" to show to hardly anyone, he desperately wanted to see you come. Especially if he was involved.

"So? What do you say?" Eddie's gaze was fixed on the other, a smirk playing on his lips.

Steve exhaled slowly. "Okay. But I don't-"

One of Munson's ringed fingers poked softly into Steve chest. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Harrington. She is a freak. But you'll figure that out for yourself."

"You guys ready?" Your voice chirped in and both boys turned to look at you.

You were walking back into the living room and Steve was instantly breathless. Your hair was put up in a high ponytail, save for a few tendrils of baby hairs and bangs that framed your face. Soft eye makeup brought out your big eyes and a subtle hint of pink on your lips drew Steve's eyes to them, the memory of how they tasted floating to the forefront of his mind. Eddie seemed entranced too, but he had the privilege to pull you in for a kiss.

"You'll see," he heard Eddie whisper and you smirked, dark eyes locking with Steve.

However, when third year rolled around, you and Draco had grown into a different type of relationship, one with large smiles and teasing remarks here and there. Draco had been the first one to express his emotions towards you by bringing you to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of night when he found you studying in the library. He had planted a soft kiss upon your lips unexpectedly, as you were about to speak.

From then on, you and Draco were inseparable. And Lucius Malfoy didn’t approve in the slightest.

“Father, please! It’s been two years-” Draco tried to defend you, but his father had interrupted him. slamming his hand on the table and silencing his son.