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Did Steve feel like he was missing out being with Eddie? Was he unhappy? Was he looking for someone else?

The very man in question walked up behind him, a cup of coffee in his hand as he slumped down on the couch next to him.

“Hey, babe,” Steve said, and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. “What're you — oh.”

Clearly, Steve had seen what was on the screen.

“Yeah, oh,” Eddie echoed. “What's this all about?”

Steve shrugged, seemingly unbothered by Eddie finding his porn preferences. “It was for Robin.”

…Honestly, Eddie should have thought of that.

“You watch porn with Robin?” He said incredulously. He just couldn't imagine that. And how could he not know? They'd been dating for over a year. They'd talked about what porn they watched. Hell, they'd even watched some together. Steve had never mentioned Robin.

Steve just shrugged again. Did he not see how weird this was? “Yeah. Haven't you ever watched porn with your friends?”

Eddie sputtered. “Wh— Why would I — No! Of course not! Steve, I'm gay, none of my straight friends would want to watch porn with me!”

Steve paused. “Okay, that's fair,” he conceded. “But I promise it's not a weird thing for friends to do. Me and Tommy used to do it all the time.”

Eddie snorted. “And let me guess, it was an excuse to jerk each other off but say no homo because you were jerking it to women.”

Steve flushed. “No!” He paused. “Hands stay to yourself, everyone knows that.”

“Oh my god, jerking off in the same room is still not a straight guy activity!” Jocks were so dumb and gay. How did they live like this? Eddie wondered in despair.

“I'm not a straight guy! I know!” Steve countered indignantly. “And anyway, that doesn't matter for me and Robin. Obviously she doesn't want to jerk me off and I don't want to do anything she's uncomfortable with.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “But she's fine getting off in the same room as you?”

“I mean, she wasn't at first,” Steve explained. “She used to be really skittish about it. But after a while, we were both getting worked up enough while watching them and just kind of stopped caring.”

Eddie was silent for a moment. “So let me get this straight,” he started. “You and your lesbian best friend have been getting together to watch — I'm assuming just lesbian porn?” 

Steve nodded. “I mean, she doesn't really want to see guys.”

“So then why are you there — nevermind, I know you'll say something weird,” Eddie sighed. Steve pouted and mouthed something that looked like ‘emotional support jock’ to himself. “You and your lesbian best friend have been getting together to watch lesbian porn together, and sometimes jerk off in the same room together, for… some period of time that's longer than I think, probably, and you haven't even told me about it?”

Steve's face, which had been amused through Eddie's breakdown, dropped at the last line. “Oh shit, was I supposed to tell you? I'm not cheating on you! It's Robin!”

“I know you're not!” Eddie exclaimed. “It's just like… I don't know. Would be nice to know what kind of porn my boyfriend likes. Could take some pointers.” He shrugged, all of a sudden self-conscious.

Steve bundled him in his arms, kissing him pointedly on the lips. “Trust me, you don't need any pointers,” he whispered. “And I watch different stuff on my own anyway.”

“Good,” Eddie whispered, and got distracted kissing his boyfriend for a little bit. 

After they had untangled and settled back down on the couch, ready to actually look at guitars this time, Eddie finally asked, “So how did you start watching porn with Robin anyway? Seems kind of out of left field.”

Steve shrugged and leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder, watching him scroll through listing after listing of expensive guitars. “Movie night,” he said simply, like that was enough of an answer. 

“Showstopping. Unexpected. Incredible. Who could have seen this coming,” she deadpans.

“Okay, so I'm not a poet or anything,” Steve gripes, “but I'm not wrong, either. There's just something about him…” He trails off, thinking about Eddie's smile, the way his eyes sparkle when he gets to talk about his music, the little flourishes he adds to every movement. Everything about him is captivating to Steve, and he just can't get his mind off of him.

“Ugh,” he hears Robin groan over his thoughts. “I'm not gonna stop hearing about Munson for a while, am I?”

“Not if you keep hanging arou—” He's cut off by a vicious cough. He keeps trying to clear his throat, but something's stuck in it and he can't get it out. Maybe part of his bagel from breakfast? Gross.

He keeps coughing, a concerning rattle that doesn't cease until he spits a few petals on the counter.

He and Robin stare at them in silence.

“Looks like he's not going away anytime soon,” Steve says weakly. His head thunks down on the counter, just inches away from the spit-soaked petals.

“I cannot fucking believe, out of all the people on this earth, you have hanahaki for Munson. Munson. Threepeat senior drug dealer Eddie Munson.”

Steve stays folded over, mentally going over every interaction he's had with him, because hanahaki? Really? 

But he's always fallen easily, hasn't he? It's not like it's his first time with it. He'd gotten it almost every year since seventh grade, infatuated with classmate after classmate. Tommy and Carol always made fun of him for it, but he couldn't help how he loved.

He just didn't expect this time to be Eddie Munson.

“Like I said,” he starts, peeling himself off the counter to meet eyes with Robin, “I think he's cute.”

She just scoffs. “You know I'm never gonna stop making fun of you for this, right? This is literally so embarrassing for you.”

“You know, I thought I'd end up getting hanahaki for you,” he casually tells her.

She gasps, her mind immediately taken off of Munson. “No!”

“Yeah,” he confirms with a sheepish smile. “I didn't, I think cause we got kidnapped before I got too serious about it. But I really expected you to be my hanahaki crush for that year.”

She's silent for a moment. “You know, I can't decide if that's endearing or concerning.”

“Decide on endearing, please,” he says, and she snaps her fingers.

“Done. Now, back to Munson.” 

Steve lays back down and despairs that the topic change didn’t distract her well enough. “Do we have to?”

“If you’re gonna get over your case of hanahaki, then yes,” she tells him.

“If I ignore it for long enough it goes away,” he mumbles.

“Or if you ask him out, it’s either requited and it goes away or he rejects you and it goes away.” Robin’s too smart for her own good, Steve thinks. He doesn’t think she’s even had hanahaki yet. “You know I’m right, dingus.”

“Why do you have to be so good at logic?” he grumbles, but turns to peek at her anyways.

She rolls her eyes and gets her arms under his armpits, hauling him upright. “Get it together, dingus, we’ve gotta figure out our plan to woo Munson and cure your hanahaki. You with me?”

“I’m with you,” Steve says. He presses his hands over his eyes hard for one, two, three seconds, then takes a deep breath and meets Robin’s gaze. “Okay. Let’s get these flowers gone.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, but he acts cool about it. Or at least tries to. “Woah, really man?”

“Why not, brochacho? I feel like it’d be a good time.” Argyle doesn’t seem pressed about it, so Eddie tries to follow suit.

“Smash.” Jonathan is the next to join in, sitting next to Argyle, eyes red.

That one, Eddie’s surprised by. “Really, Jonny-boy? I thought you were more into strong independent women.”

Jonathan blushes a little. “Well, like Argyle said, why not?”

Eddie blinks. “Guess so.” He looks to the next person in the circle — the strong independent woman in question. “Nance?”

She hums thoughtfully. “Hmm. Smash.”

“Wh— you?” Eddie looks down at himself in shock. 

Nancy just smiles. “I’ve heard good things about guitarists and their fingers.”

Oh. Well, that makes a little more sense. He waggles his eyebrows at her. “They’re not wrong.”

Nancy laughs and looks expectantly at the next person: Chrissy. She blushes — she’s been blushing this whole game, but especially now that the person they’re talking about is right there — and gives him a small smile. “Um, smash.”

“Chrissy Cunningham!” Eddie gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in astonishment. “A nice young lady with a bad boy like me, imagine how they’d talk!”

She giggles. She’s always amused by his dramatics. “Well, sorry for thinking you’re cute!”

Now, that gives Eddie pause. That sounds real. “Cute?”

“I mean, yeah,” she says, playing with a loose strand of hair. “You’ve got those big eyes, and your hair is nice, and I like the way you talk.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. “Oh.”

“Okay, last one!” Robin says, rescuing either of them from having to say anything else. They break eye contact, both of their cheeks flushed. 

“Wait, you’re not gonna go?” Eddie asks.

Robin mimes retching. “You’re asking the lesbian that? Pass, Munson.” Eddie laughs. He shouldn’t have expected anything less. “Last one Steve, come on!” She says, hitting Steve in the arm where she’s sitting next to him.

Steve startles, blinking awake from where he had been zoned out. “Oh, it’s me already?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Yes, dingus. Now, Eddie, smash or pass?”

“Oh, easy,” Steve starts, and Eddie relaxes. This one’s a gimme. There’s no way Ladies’ Man Harrington is going to say — “Smash.”

Eddie gapes. “What.”

Steve snorts. “You can’t tell me you’re surprised, dude, you’ve seen yourself.”

Eddie looks down at himself, just to double-check that he hasn’t been bodyswapped with someone else in the last ten minutes. “Apparently not the way that you see me.”

“If it helps, I don’t see it either,” Robin tells him. “You look like a wet rat.”

Eddie laughs. “I guess everyone here just likes their men pathetic, then.”

And it’s weird to acknowledge out loud that all of his friends would fuck him if given the opportunity.

…Should he give them the opportunity?

He lounges back in the armchair, spreading his legs a little wider. “So, you all want a ride on the Munson Mobile, huh?”

Nancy wrinkles her nose. “Only if you never call it that again.”

Eddie laughs. “An easy bargain, milady. Deal.” He does a fake little bow, which is hard when sitting down.

“It’s kinda funny that we all have the same taste,” Steve says. “What are the odds?”

“What are the odds, indeed?” Eddie muses. He sits up a little straighter and looks around the circle. “You know, all you had to do was ask.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Jonathan asks. 

Eddie shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. “Yeah, man. You’re all hot. Who am I to turn down an opportunity this good? I’m already lucky enough that you all like this ugly mug, but to have you all in the same place, admitting it?” He shakes his head. “I gotta say, kinda feels like this might be a dream.”

Steve knee-walks over to his chair and steps between his legs, putting his hands on his knees. Jesus Christ, these people are gonna kill him. “It’s not a dream,” he tells him. “It’s real. And we’d be lucky to have a chance with you too.”

“You have one,” Eddie breathes, and before he knows it he’s leaning down to kiss Steve.

He vaguely hears catcalling in the background, but he’s too distracted by Steve’s lips to pay it much thought. When they finally break away, he looks over to find the rest of his friends avidly watching. 

Steve is the one who smiles and says, “Who’s going next?”

“Fuck you, no we don’t,” Steve said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “I’m still open from earlier.”

Eddie scoffed. “You think being fucked a few hours ago is enough for you to take it with no prep?”

Steve put his hands on his hips. “It fucking better be, because if you’re not inside me in the next two minutes, I’m not letting you fuck me until Saturday.”

Eddie glared at him. It was Monday. “Isn’t that more of a punishment for yourself?”

Steve shrugged, smug now that he had Eddie where he wanted him. “Are you going to make me enforce it?” He turned and bent back over the table. “Or are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck,” Eddie hissed, and in two angry strides, he was pressed up against Steve, his boxer-covered bulge pressing between his cheeks. “You’re going to regret this,” he snarled in Steve’s ear. Two fingers pressed inside his hole, roughly stretching and scissoring, purely utilitarian. 

“Give it to me,” Steve gasped, the breathy demand losing its strength when he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. “Do it already, fuck me, fuck me, fuck —!”

His cries filled the air, Eddie’s grunts and the slap of their bodies joining him. Eddie didn’t waste any time letting him get used to the fullness of him. He just gave him what he asked for — a good, hard fucking.

It hurt so fucking good.

Steve had one last wild thought that maybe he would regret this — who knew if he would even be able to sit down afterwards? — and then didn’t have any thoughts at all other than oh god, oh fuck, so big, it hurts, so good.

His eyes were totally rolled back in his head, his mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out, leaving a puddle of drool on the table that steadily grew the longer Eddie fucked him. It was all he could do to keep his legs under him. 

It didn’t take Eddie long to cum, slumping over onto Steve and inadvertently pressing his cheek into the spit-covered wood. “Fuck, baby,” he slurred into his shoulder. “Your pussy’s fucking tight.”

Steve reflexively clenched around him at that, drawing moans out from both of them. “Y’can’t say that shit when I’m… fuck… y’know,” he mumbled. 

“When I just fucked the brains out of you?” 

Steve nodded groggily. “Yeah… that.”

Eddie laughed, pressing a kiss in his hair. “You get so silly when you’re so fucked out, baby.”

He started to pull out, but Steve reached a hand back to stop him. “Wait, wait… we’ve got lube now.” He stretched out, laying his arms in front of him and arching his back. “I’m all prepped for you now.” Steve looked over his shoulder at him, a tired but devious glint in his eye.

Eddie laughed in disbelief. “You little brat, you call that prep? That was a full-on fucking!”

Steve shrugged, slowly moving his hips back and forth on Eddie’s reawakening dick. “I dunno, I think you could’ve done better.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

“What, you mean you don’t want to? I thought you liked how tight my pussy was?” Steve gave him his best wide, innocent eyes as he clenched his ass around him again.

Eddie drew in a short breath, squeezing his eyes closed. “You fucking menace,” he muttered, gradually meeting each of Steve’s thrusts as they worked their way back up to speed. “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that? Using your evil powers for evil, goddamn…” 

He trailed off as they started fucking again in earnest, his dick back up to full hardness now. The way was eased by their makeshift lube, the squelch of Eddie’s cum loud and wet. Steve relished in the sound, in the feeling, in the warmth of his boyfriend against his back and holding him down and inside him. This was everything he’d asked for, everything he’d wanted, and there was only one thing he could do to make it better.

It actually went alright for the next few hours. The kids stayed for dinner, left a huge mess, and dipped, leaving Steve to the mind-numbing task of washing dishes, which was great for getting rid of his boner. He was even alright once the alcohol came out and the real party started. Eddie, Jonathan, and Argyle disappeared for a bit to smoke some weed, which gave him a much-needed break from Eddie’s wiles.

And then the three of them came back, loose-limbed and red-eyed, and Steve watched Eddie put his hair in a bun, biceps flexing as his dextrous fingers looped a hair tie around his unruly curls, his hair curling around the tops of his ears and a few strands framing his face, and nope, Steve had to leave. Immediately.

He stuttered out a flimsy excuse and escaped upstairs, his pants shoved down his legs as soon as he closed the door. He started jerking himself quickly, sitting on the edge of his bed and curled into himself with how good it felt. There wasn’t any time to waste, and Steve found himself lost in thoughts of Eddie’s hands, Eddie’s fingers, Eddie’s rings, Eddie’s callouses. What would it feel like if Eddie’s hand replaced his own? Would the metal of his rings be a cold shock, or would be warm with his body heat? Would he stroke slow or fast? Would he whisper dirty things in his ear, or would he moan along with Steve?

Just the thought of it got him right to the edge, and he was so lost in it that he didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs until his bedroom door was creaking open.

“Steve?” Came the voice of the very man he was thinking about. “I just wanted to check on you, you seemed like you were feeling —” Eddie finally emerged from behind the door, making eye contact with a disheveled Steve, pants and underwear bunched up around his thighs, face red and cock dripping with precum. “Weird,” he finished lamely, and scrambled to back away. “I’ll, uh, I’ll just get out of here, get out of your hair, not that I’m your hair, haha —”

“Wait,” Steve panted. “Don’t.” His hand was still on his dick, shocked into stillness but grip still holding tight. Having the subject of his fantasies right in front of him was a welcome distraction, and he felt tempted to just start up again like Eddie was a Playgirl centerfold.

Eddie stilled with his hand on the door. “Don’t… leave?” His face was flushed, and he was clearly trying to keep his eyes trained above the waist, but couldn’t help dipping down for a glimpse every so often.

Steve nodded frantically. “Stay. At least for a few more minutes. It won’t take me long.”

Eddie pushed the door closed with a soft click. There was a calculating glint in his eye and a smirk forming — unfortunately for Steve, both hot. “You’re all riled up, huh?”

Steve exhaled hard. “Uh-huh.” He stroked himself, barely even moving, but Eddie still caught it, gaze fixed on his hand. “It’s not my fault you’re so hot.”

“Oh.” Steve realized too late the sensitive information he had revealed, and Eddie was already grinning like the cat who got the cream. “You wanted me to stay so you could jerk off to me.”

He didn’t know what to say to defend himself when it was one hundred percent true. “Is that bad?”

Eddie’s grin widened, and he leaned against the door, spreading his legs enough that Steve could see a bulge. “Not at all. Kinda hot to know just the sight of me gets you horny.”

Steve laughed breathlessly. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day. Couldn’t hold out anymore.”

“Evidently,” Eddie mused, looking him over with an appreciative eye. “What are you waiting for? Keep going. I’ll be your eye candy.” He posed, one arm above his head, and it was silly, but it also made Steve’s dick throb, so he did as Eddie said and started jacking himself again.

He was quick to ramp up the intensity, going so quick that his arm was going to get a cramp if went for much longer, but he knew he wouldn’t have to, not if Eddie —

“Slow down, big boy,” the man commanded, and Steve groaned. “You’re not giving yourself time to really appreciate the view.” He traced a suggestive hand down his chest, and Steve’s mouth filled with saliva at the thought of getting to lick and kiss at all the scars and tattoos and bare skin hiding under his shirt.

“Fine, fine,” he panted, slowing his strokes so he wouldn’t cum immediately. “Fuck, Eddie.”

His lips crooked in a smile. “Feels good?”

“Obviously,” Steve snarked.

“Good,” Eddie said. “Any poses you want to see from me? Anything you’ve been wondering about?” He ran through a few poses against the door, but Steve only had one thing on his mind.

“Can you take your shirt off?”

Eddie smiled condescendingly. “What do you say when you want something?”

Fuck. Steve’s cock twitched. How the hell did Eddie know the exact tone of voice to get that reaction out of him? “Can you take your shirt off, please?”

“Good boy,” Eddie praised, and whipped his shirt off in a matter of seconds. His bare chest was covered in scars like Steve’s, and about a quarter of the amount of chest hair that Steve had. It was dotted with a few tattoos — a spider and a demon head near his collarbone, and a snake near his hip that was in the perfect spot for Steve to bite. Entranced, he moved closer, intending to do just that, but Eddie pushed him back. “Ah-ah-ah, you don’t get to touch just yet.”

Steve pouted. “I don’t?”

Eddie patted his cheek. “Not yet, sweetheart. Right now I’m just your eye candy, right? Do you get to touch all the models posing for you?”

“No,” Steve muttered, eyes downcast, taking comfort in the word yet. Yet meant that he would get to touch eventually, and he waited eagerly for that day.

“Exactly,” Eddie said. “You just look. Hands off the merchandise. Hands on yourself.”

Steve couldn’t do anything but nod and do as Eddie said. He jerked himself hard, not as fast as he wanted to go, but not so slow that it did nothing for him. He watched with an open mouth as Eddie ran his fingers up the center of his bare chest, making a detour to give some attention to his nipples. Steve watched raptly, imagining that it was his hands rubbing them, tweaking them, pulling them, making Eddie let out the hottest little gasps Steve had ever heard.

Eddie eventually dragged his hand further up, resting above his head, exposing the smooth muscles of his triceps and the dark hair of his armpits. Even that was hot to Steve. Everything about Eddie was. 

He was doing something with his hands behind his head, but Steve was too distracted by his arms to pay attention to it until his hair was falling down around his shoulders, messy curls meeting the dark hair under his arms and merging into one. Fuck, Steve wanted to be that hair. 

He let out a moan, and Eddie’s eyes darkened, snapping to him and watching intently. “Yeah, baby? Feeling good? Gonna cum?”

Steve nodded, too breathless to answer with anything other than helpless little grunts. His hand was moving faster now, getting him to the edge.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes were nearly black now with how big his pupils were. He reached down and grabbed himself through his jeans, groaning at the contact, eyelids fluttering. “God, I can’t wait to touch you. You drive me crazy too, you know. Can’t fucking get enough. Wanna fuck your mouth. Wanna make you come all over that jungle on your chest and lick it all up.”

The mental picture of that was enough to make Steve arch his back and shoot all over his nice holiday sweater. He came down slowly, breathing hard and blinking up at Eddie. “I missed my chest hair,” he said dumbly when he could think again, and Eddie keeled over in laughter, sitting down next to him on the bed. 

“Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of time to try.” 

Steve looked over at him, their sides pressed together, Eddie’s bare torso and Steve’s dirty sweater. “Do we?”

Eddie leaned in, a hand coming up to cradle his neck. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he breathed, the scent of chocolate hitting Steve’s lips. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

It was the work of a moment for Steve to close the distance between them, the kiss lingering and slow, the both of them discovering each other in this new way. 

Steve pulled back after a few seconds or a minute or an hour — who knew how long they were connected at the lips? Certainly not him — and said, “You said something about fucking my mouth?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “I sure did. You sure you want to? I know you just came.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t. We’re fixing that.” Steve moved to kneel on the floor.

“Steve —” 

“Eddie, if I don’t get to touch your dick in the next minute, I’m gonna — I don’t know, explode in a ball of horniness or something,” Steve said. “So just trust me, okay? I really, really want to.”

Eddie smirked. “Well, far be it from me to let you explode in a ball of horniness.” He shoved his jeans down and gestured as if to show off his dick. “Well? It’s open for business.”