@steddiemicrofic July prompt "Years" | 444 words | Rated E | CW: explicit sex, trapped in the UD
Lighting flashes above the cloud cover, illuminating the Above for a moment and then it’s gone. He won’t call it the sky, not even after all this time. He won’t.
Steve places his fingertips against the window and raises his knee to give it some support from the sill. Behind him, Eddie groans, and winds his arm around Steve’s middle. He can feel it, when they both sink into the altered position, when Eddie’s cock sinks in that little bit more.
“Wish it would rain,” Eddie mutters into his ear. He’s slow, this time. It’s different, every single time. Steve chalks that up to Eddie’s endless creativity and their promise to each other to not go insane inside this little cottage, in the Upside Down, where they’re either trapped or forgotten, or both.
“Yeah?” Steve grips the windowsill, uses it for leverage to push back, making sure to undulate his spine as he goes. He wants to be sexy, for Eddie, pretty. He wants to make it good.
Eddie makes a noise that’s less appreciation than shock. They’ve been down here for years; at least, Steve thinks so. And he can still make Eddie make noises like that, make him draw back in surprise at a joke, a home repair, or yet another failed idea to get out of here.
In some ways it’s the most invested he’s ever been in a relationship, and he can’t even buy the guy flowers.
“Wish I could fuck you in the rain.” Eddie punctuates that with a broad lick up the back of Steve’s neck.
He could worry about that statement. It could go down a road of fear and desperation but Steve’s brain shorts out instead. He reaches back to clutch Eddie’s ass, ducks his head down. Hopes Eddie will reach up and push fingers into his mouth. He’s come to love Eddie’s fingers. He came to love Eddie in a matter of weeks.
It’s proximity Eddie had shouted at him back then, pulling his own hair at the roots. I’m your only option.
That’s just the conditions Steve had yelled back. It’s you! It would always be you.
“Everything I need is in this bed,” Steve says and he lets go of the sill, tugs Eddie’s hand down to wrap around his hard cock. “You and this bed.”
“Fuck,” Eddie says and Steve has to laugh. Reducing Eddie to no words always feels like a win. Then Eddie starts to stroke him, groaning against his neck, and Steve loses his own words as well.
They’re found like that, twined around each other. Alive, asleep, and in love, when the rescue finally comes.
