nobody likes you when you're 23
Written for @steddiemicrofic!
'YEARS' wc: 444 | rated: E | cw: N/A | Tags: Getting Together, Birthday, Birthday Spanking, Steve Harrington's Pool, inflatable toys, Situational Humiliation, Humiliation Kink, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Steve helps Eddie celebrate his birthday in a fun and interesting way.
Being Steve’s friend gets weirder than anyone would expect, but Eddie couldn’t have imagined it getting like this.
Steve had said something like lemme throw you a party and Eddie had thought oh cool, a little shindig, nice!
He hadn’t expected that the or something was the thing to watch out for.
It’s why he’s three beers deep and bent over an inflatable pool toy, clinging to it as he stares into the bottom of the shallow end while Steve finishes pulling his trunks down off of his feet.
“Birthday spankings—” Steve’s voice filters through the static rising in Eddie’s ears as his heart goes fucking haywire. “—in your birthday suit!”
He’s not sure if it’s better that they’re alone, or if other people would’ve tempered this... thing—whatever cruel but sporting beast residing inside of Steve’s DNA, gravitating towards humiliating pranks. Steve tugs him closer—Eddie thinks he could cut and run, but then he’d be sprinting naked into Steve’s house, and that might be worse. The pool toy hides him, at least.
“Count ‘em,” Steve says, letting the backs of Eddie’s thighs bump into him before he holds the float steady. A gentle smack lands on Eddie’s ass, but given the way Steve’s big hand feels on Eddie’s cool wet skin, he thinks he could stand to go lighter.
“One,” Eddie croaks as a doomed thrill rushes up his spine.
He doesn’t think he’ll live this down, but at least he’s getting touched by his hottest friend.
“Yeah, you know the drill,” Steve says, and then starts up a perfect rhythm, alternating between Eddie’s ass cheeks.
By the time Eddie’s gasping “Twenty-three!”, his dick is hard, trapped against the pool toy, and his ass is sore.
“There. Nothing but good luck until your birthday next year,” Steve says, rubbing his palms over Eddie’s hot skin. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
Eddie can’t slide off of the inflatable or he’ll reveal his boner, and if he moves too much he might come anyway. He looks over his shoulder at Steve, truly speechless. He didn’t think he liked spanking at all—but here he is—breathless, pressing his thighs together to keep his balls squished up with his dick, hiding them from the sun, reordering his whole world view because he loved this.
“Well, with you anyway,” Steve continues, squeezing Eddie’s ass, pulling it open a little. Eddie tries to pull away, but Steve just grabs the other ass cheek and keeps his asshole exposed. “Oh—that’s where all of your hair is.”
A wave of mortification washes over him—then he’s cramming his arm into his mouth, biting down as he comes, grinding against the plastic underneath him.
