STEDDIE SUNDAY ONE SHOT (wc: ~1,000 | Rated: R) Spice level: 🌶️🌶️
They were sharing a cigarette in the back alley at Family Video one night after Steve’s shift. Robin had just locked up for the night she cocked her eyebrow, giving Steve a questioning look before she got in her VW Beetle and drove off. It had all been innocent enough. Just two dudes having a smoke.
Steve couldn’t ignore the weight of Eddie’s heated gaze. He looked like a boy waiting for just the right moment to ask for something. Steve had a feeling he knew what that something was. Because the truth was, he wanted it too. The thought punched a feeling of fear right to his gut.
“What’s that thing people do?” Steve said, breaking the silence between them. Eddie’s brows pinched together. “Shotgunning?” Steve asked.
Now Eddie’s brows shot up. “You’ve never shot gunned before?” He chuckled.
Steve smirked. “Of course I have. But like – not from a joint. And since you’re here I thought that maybe . . .”
“Oh, you wound me Harrington.” Eddie feigned a shot to his chest. “I thought you’d think more of me than some small-town dealer. Am I always expected to have a spare joint on me at all times or something?”
Steve flicked his spent cigarette into the night and gave him an incredulous look.
Eddie reached into the inner pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a joint. “But of course I have one.” He snorted a laugh.
Steve chuckled and Eddie snuffed out his own cigarette under the toe of his sneaker. Their eyes met and Eddie placed the joint in his mouth. His stare was unyielding as he lit it and gave it a hearty pull. The tendrils of smoke escaped his full lips and danced in front of his brown eyes before dissipating into the night air.
“Come here.” He muttered low and smooth.
There was always something so enticing about sharing space with Eddie. Like a coil twisting tighter inside him. That coil took hold of his heart when Eddie moved a step toward him and their chests touched. It was the closest he’d ever been to Eddie and the scent of pot mixed with spearmint and spice pleasurably filled his nose.
Eddie watched him closely, his eyes softly tracing over Steve’s features and the jock wondered if Eddie could feel the way his heart was pounding.
Steve’s gaze wandered to Eddie’s lips just as the metal head mumbled an astonished, “shit” under his breath as he took the proximity of Steve’s face close to his. Then he blinked out of his stare and took another long pull of the joint and leaned in.
Steve knew the routine. His lips parted and he softly gasped as Eddie’s mouth got closer.
The first drag was smooth. Steve inhaled deeply but it wasn’t so much the marijuana that he savored. It was the essence of Eddie. The subtle brush of his lips against Steve’s made parts of him react in surprising ways.
Eddie gently pulled back and his eyes were an intoxicating mix of curiosity and desire.
“Not bad Stevie.” Eddie smirked. He winked before taking another hearty pull from the joint.
Steve’s whole body warmed. He fixed his gaze on Eddie. When the metal head leaned in again Steve pulled him forward by the collar of his jacket and connected their lips in a deep kiss.
Steve felt Eddie’s body tense in shock but then his mouth relaxed and he melted into the kiss, a satisfying groan rumbling from his chest. Their hands roamed and pulled each other impossibly closer.
The world seemed to fall away.
“Oh they say I’m the risk taker but look at you honey.” Eddie’s voice was breathy in Steve’s ear. He had the jock pinned to the stucco wall, right next to a tower of cardboard boxes that Steve had unloaded that day. Eddie had his hand down Steve’s jeans, letting him fuck into his hand. “You don’t care who sees or hears you do you sweetheart?”
Eddie’s words go straight to his dick. He wanted to tell him to shut up but everything about Eddie was having an effect on him. He was going to come fast. He could feel it racing toward him. He gripped Eddie’s shoulder and rutted his hips, a whine building in his throat.
Eddie pulled back to watch him. Steve was infuriatingly pretty on any day but right now, all flustered and pink cheeked, Eddie felt a tingle building in his spine and aching dick. He greedily pressed his crotch into Steve’s thigh to ease the ache.
Steve let out a soft gasp, and he squeezed his eyes closed, muttering what Eddie thought were a string of expletives and then and quick “fuck.” Wet heat spilled over Eddie’s hand, and that tipped him over the edge. He rubbed his crotch against Steve’s leg and let low moan.
They stayed that way, pressed against each other and not knowing what to say. Finally, Eddie said,
Steve’s body stiffened. He gently moved Eddie’s hand away and tucked himself back into his jeans. Eddie cleared his throat, taking the hint and straightened and took a step back, giving Steve some space.
Steve looked around that parking lot and let out a breath. “We don’t have to tell anyone about this.” He mumbled.
Eddie nodded his head solemnly. A shot of disappointment crept along his face.
“I’m just saying – this town is . . .” Steve started to say.
“No, I get it man. It was a one time thing.” Eddie removed the flannel he was wearing and wrapped it around his waist to hide the stain on his pants. “We got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
Steve looked like Eddie just slapped him. “No . . . I didn’t mean . . .”
“Don’t sweat it Harrington.” Eddie steeled himself and pulled his keys out of his pocket. “Shit happens when you’re high.” He said nonchalantly. He turned and started for his van. “I’ll see you around.” He called over his shoulder.
Steve watched him go. The van pulled out of the lot, sending misty tendrils of the fog spiraling in its wake. Steve had what felt like a dozen words caught in his throat. The red lights disappeared out of sight as the van curved the road.
Steve took a deep breath, then he got into his Beamer and drove after him.
