#jealous steve

He’s had your back since you were young. Your older brother, his best friend, Jeremiah made sure of it when he left for the military - a choice you both despised greatly. 

Choices are a privilege though, and unless you had good grades for a scholarship like yourself, or rich parents like Steve, college wasn’t always the direct option. Jeremiah was a bit of a burnout in school, taking on the pressure of protecting and taking care of you while forgetting to put himself first. So, the year you were able to move out and go to college, he made Steve swear to look after you in his place. 

It was an agreement you were made plenty aware of as Steve consistently made his presence known in your life. He constantly checked in about your grades, making sure you didn’t lose your scholarship, and always made sure you got home safe after these obnoxious parties. Safe, and alone. 

That was the annoying part.

It didn’t matter how often you reminded Steve that you were grown now, that you were an adult and smart enough to use protection, he always tried to get in the way of  you going home with anyone - especially a guy.  He was slightly more lenient with girls, not having the fear of pregnancy halt your education, but he still gave you and them a hard time. 

And it’s only gotten worse this year. 

Your landlord randomly decided to increase your rent with only a 30 day notice, and it was much more than your scholarship and bookstore job allotted for. Thus, Steve took you into the frat house. 

It wasn’t as bad as it may seem. Steve was head of the house and everyone knew you were off limits. It felt like you were living with brothers again…

Really hot, stupid, constantly shirtless, flirtatious brothers. 

It was torture. 

Your constantly fluctuating gender identity also made for fun conversations with the seemingly heteronormative boys of the house. You had explained many times that you don’t care what pronouns or gender they see you as, and it really confused them when they were attracted to someone they would call “little bro” but had tits. 

It was fun. 

Steve was defensive and supportive of your exploration. In fact, it made him proud to watch you pull girls almost as well as he could. 

Almost. 

He’d never admit it, but you were Steve’s sexual awakening in terms of fluidity. He’d always found you attractive, as much as it plagued him, because he knew you were Jeremiah’s little sibling and there was no fucking way he could cross that line. 

But as time has passed, the line has gotten more and more blurry. 

Every single time he saw you flirting with someone his blood turned hot. Girls, guys, whoever, he had to get in the middle of it. Literally. Sometimes he wished you’d invite him to get in the middle of it. 

Fuck. 

That time he heard you and that stupid fuckboy down the hall moaning and groaning he lost it. He was supposed to be writing an essay and instead ended up with his dick in his hand picturing you with your mouth around him under the desk. 

When he saw the idiot downstairs later he told him if he ever sees him around the house again he’ll knock his teeth out. 

And when you asked where he went, Steve told you to stay away from guys like that. When you rolled your eyes and said “Okay Dad,”, he almost bent you over and spanked you right there. 

But that would be wrong. 

Right?

Anyone with eyes knows that Steve is attractive. It’s no secret why he hailed the title of King. You’ve long ignored the desire every time he walks through the house shirtless, his hair all messed up, his basketball shorts hanging low as he drinks his morning coffee. You’ve also ignored the overperformative whines and moans of the sorority girls he brings back to his room after a night of chaos. You’ve second-guessed if he’s that good or if the girls are just doing the most, but your suspicions are wrong because they always seem to want to come back for more. 

It was a dance you both played at constantly on nights like this. Steve would watch you grind with someone as you watched him throw an arm around a girl’s shoulder and whisper shit into her ear. 

Tonight, though, you were annoyed. Steve looked too fucking good and it pissed you off that he had the audacity to look your way while his arm was around someone else. 

You were on a mission to be an absolute demon. You couldn’t help it - Steve just awakens that in you. 

So, as he watched you sip your drink, you purposely spilled some down your front, your white shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples from peaking out. Braless, of course. 

You see the way his eyes dilate and you smirk, turning to the tall boy next to you. “Aw, fuck,” you whine in fake discontent. 

“Can you get me a paper towel or something?” You ask the boy next to you, batting your eyelashes as you make eye contact with him.

Your heart skips slightly as you look up at him. He has long curly hair, and the most devious smirk on his face that you’ve ever seen. 

He chuckles. “I doubt there’s a paper towel in sight around here sweetheart. Do you want my shirt instead to cover up?”

You falter. You didn’t expect him to be so attractive. Your eyebrows furrow as you scan his face. Eyebrow pierced, tattoos littering his arms, a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other - you recognize him. 

“You look so familiar,” you murmur. 

He smiles and sticks his hands in his pockets. “I’ve definitely sold you drugs before,” he says.

You laugh. “Eddie! Oh my God yes - hi,” you laugh, embarrassed you didn’t recognize him immediately. Has he always been this attractive?

“Hi,” he laughs back, then he takes your hand. “C‘mon let’s go get you cleaned up.” 

You let him pull you toward the stairs as you look over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes narrowing in on you. Your cheeks heat up as Eddie pulls you upstairs and down a hallway crowded with people. 

He easily navigates the crowd, his grip on you strong as you admire the tattoos that climb up his neck, barely showing above his collar, visible only where his hair isn’t covering from being in a bun. 

He opens a door at the left end of the hall and pulls you in quickly, locking the door behind you.

It’s quieter here, but not by much, the bass can be heard through the walls. Eddie immediately makes his way to a dresser, small figurines of some sort and books littered on top that shake as he hurriedly pulls open the top drawer and grabs a shirt. 

“Do you have a preference for a Black Sabbath or…a Run DMC shirt?” He laughs, holding up two giant black shirts in front of him.

You look around and spot the half made bed, an electric and acoustic guitar in the corner with a bass and speaker. A small desk with records of all sorts littered next to an old record player, some posters you don’t recognize on the wall by the small blue light next to it. And, of course, a giant bong. 

“Wait, this is your room?” You ask the obvious. “I didn’t think you’d be in a frat.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not - they let me stay here in exchange for drugs,” he explains. “Now put on a shirt,” he says, throwing one of the shirts at you. 

You stare at him incredulously, surprised he’s not trying to hit on you literally at all. Honestly, you’re offended. 

He’s hot. Like really hot. And you’re in his room, tits poking through your shirt, and rather than hit on you he’s…making you cover up? You make a split decision as Eddie’s eyes stay on you, quickly ripping off your shirt, exposing yourself in front of him. 

“Jesus fucking -“ he huffs, turning eyes up toward the ceiling. 

“What?” You laugh, slowly putting his shirt on over your head. “You told me to put on your shirt,” you challenge.

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as he crosses his arms. His eyes roam you up and down. His shirt is way too big, falling past your shorts and landing just above your knees. 

You stare back at him, unwavering. 

“You’re trouble,” he says, shaking his head. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one who brought me up here,” you retort, then decide to lock your place in and sit on the side of his bed. 

He keeps his distance. 

You’re confused. “Do you not want to…mess around some?” You ask, starting to actually feel hurt by his rejection. He groans and takes a few steps toward you, slotting himself between your legs. You look up at him wide-eyed, tummy churning as he looks down at you with dark eyes. 

“I can’t,” he mutters, his hand coming to touch the side of your face gently. 

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or something? I’m sorry I didn’t -“ you start to feel embarrassed, taking his kindness for some sort of innuendo and begin to get off the bed.

But he stops you, his hand finding your shoulder and gently keeping you in your place in the bed. 

“No no not like that,” he chuckles nervously. 

You pout. “Then why?” 

He pets your head. You can see the turmoil he’s fighting in his eyes. He sighs and takes a step back, making you whine. “I promised Harrington I wouldn’t when I found out you were his girl,” he admits.

Your mouth falls open in shock. “His girl???” You laugh incredulously. Of course Steve would still find his way to cockblock you without even being in the room. 

You stand up quickly, your blood boiling. “I’m not ‘his girl’,” you declare. 

Eddie tries to recover. “Well not ‘his girl’ but you know what I mean,” he replies. You cross your arms over your chest. “No Eddie, I don’t know what you mean. Please enlighten me on what the fuck that could possibly mean.”

There’s a loud banging on the door. 

You and Eddie both look toward the door, your heart hammering out of your chest. 

“Munson open this fucking door right now I swear to God,” Steve’s voice booms through the barrier. 

You’re seething. Absolutely seething. Not only has he tried to stop Eddie from pursuing you, he has the audacity to follow you upstairs???  

Eddie groans, his hands running down his face as he faces the door. The door shakes as Steve angrily pounds on it, but you’re not giving in that easily. 

You start fake moaning, staring directly at Eddie. “Ungh yeah Eddie, harder Eddie!” You moan loudly, a devilish glint in your eyes as his face glows bright red. 

Eddie runs to you, throwing his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he hushes you, and you giggle, trying to moan through his hand, while also trying not to get turned on by the harsh way he grabs you. 

”You’re fucking dead Munson,” Steve yells. 

“Steve it’s not-“ Eddie tries to cover, but you keep moaning. 

“Then open the FUCKING DOOR,” Steve yells so loudly that you actually get scared for a second. You’ve never heard him yell like that. You freeze in your place as Eddie glares at you and walks to open the door. 

Steve bursts in and stares at you, his gaze hot. He eyes you up and down. His blood boils seeing you wear Eddie’s shirt. 

“We’re leaving. Now,” Steve commands. 

You glare at him and shake your head. 

Steve shoots his eyes back at Eddie who slowly shuts the door and locks it again, afraid of anyone else trying to burst in to whatever the fuck is happening. “Did you touch her?” Steve growls at Eddie. 

“I swear I was just getting her a shirt,” Eddie explains. 

“And instead of getting me and telling me to take them home you bring them UP TO YOUR ROOM?” Steve shouts. 

But Eddie’s not having it. “You’re not their fucking keeper,” Eddie spits back. 

Steve gets in Eddie’s face. “You don’t know shit about what I am to her,” Steve says, his nose nearly touching Eddie’s. 

Adrenaline rushes through you as you know someone is about to throw a punch. You’ve seen Steve fight before but you don’t doubt that Eddie is much scrappier than he is. And there's absolutely no reason they should be fighting over you. 

You don’t realize that they have had this conversation in depth before. The first time Eddie sold drugs to you and Steve he was going to hit on you, but Steve made it clear afterwards that you were off limits. Despite every time he ended up at the frat house, hoping he could get a chance with you, Steve’s threats rang clear, and Eddie had too much to lose to get into another pointless fight. But that all starts to dissipate the closer Steve pushes his limits. 

“Or maybe I’m my own fucking person,” you say from behind them. 

Their heads immediately swivel toward you,  both of their stares hot. 

“Maybe I wanted Eddie to take me to his room - maybe I wanted him to take care of me,” you challenge.

”Take care of you?” Steve scoffs. “I take care of you.”

You bite your lip as silence fills the space between you three. 

Eddie steps toward you, a smirk painting his pink lips as he understands what you meant by your statement. “No Steve,” he says lowly.

”You don’t really take care of them,” Eddie says, his teeth between his lips as he comes to stand in front of you, his height making your head tilt back as your breath gets caught in your throat. Steve’s jaw clenches. 

Eddie’s hand finds your jaw, holding your face as your big eyes look up at him, but his attention goes to Steve. “You could, but you don’t,” Eddie challenges.

Steve is silenced as he watches you fall under Eddie’s spell, realizing exactly what he means. 

“Isn’t that right angel? Harrington could take care of you but he doesn’t, and then he gets mad when someone like me wants to do it instead,” Eddie murmurs. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whine. Your heart rate picks up rapidly and you nod your head at Eddie, the truth never being more apparent. You hate how Steve always finds a way to get in the middle of you and someone else, but then doesn’t do anything to stop the ache in between your legs himself. 

Eddie leans down to your ear and whispers, “Tell him angel. Tell him that you want him to take care of you and he doesn’t.”

You turn your head to look at Steve, Eddie’s hand still cupping your cheek. “It’s true Stevie,” you murmur, your voice soft under the intensity. 

Steve steps toward you, his face hot as he takes in what you’re saying. Eddie guides you to sit back on his bed. Steve hurriedly sits next to you on the bed while Eddie stays standing. 

“I -“ Steve stutters, his body facing you as he scans your face. “I can’t do that, you know that,” he argues, but his voice is weak and the way his body leans toward you tells you something else.

”Then let Eddie,” you counter. 

The curly haired boy chuckles as Steve’s hand curls into a fist on his jeans. “That’s not that I meant baby you know that,” Steve argues. He never calls you “baby”. He’s only done it a handful of times when he’s drunk. You realize the term of endearment may actually show his weakness for you. 

“Why Harrington?” Eddie challenges. “Think I can’t do a good job? Because I think you and I both know that’s not true-”

“Eddie - don’t” Steve threatens

”What do you mean?” You ask, suddenly even more confused than before. 

Eddie smirks as he stands tall in front of both you and Steve. “You gonna tell her or do you want me to, big boy?” 

Your eyes go wide as you look between the two of them. Steve’s jaw clenches as Eddie smirks down at him like a physical embodiment of the devil himself. 

“You guys have…?” You ask, surprise and excitement lacing your voice. You didn’t think Eddie could smile any wider, but his ego just keeps it going. 

“Mmhhmm,” Eddie mumbles. “Many times,” he confirms.

You look at Steve in shock and hit him on the shoulder. “Why did you never tell me??” You ask as he groans. 

“It’s not really your business who I’m fucking,” he argues.

“But apparently it’s your business who IM fucking???” You yell back. 

“He’s just jealous because he knows what you’d be getting into,” Eddie laughs.

“This is so not fair,” you say angrily. Not only are you mad that Steve never told you he was bisexual, or heteroflexible or whatever he identifies as, but you’re honestly really fucking turned on by the idea of Eddie and him fucking. 

More than once.

Holy shit. 

Your face gets hot. 

“If anything, Steve, you should trust me more with them because you know from experience that it’ll be good,” Eddie shrugs, his sly smile not leaving his face.

You’re definitely soaking your panties at this point. 

“I’m not concerned if it’ll be good you dumbass,” Steve says, shoving Eddie slightly. “I don’t want you to hurt her,” he admits. Your heart swells at his level of protection and care - as annoying as it is, you’ve always appreciated how much he cares about you.  

Your pussy, on the other hand, now desperately wants to know just how good Eddie could be. 

“I can take it Steve,” you mumble petulantly, your gaze on your lap. 

“What was that angel?” Eddie taunts you, his finger coming under your chin to lift your gaze up. 

“I said I can take it,”  you sigh. “I’m not some delicate flower or a virgin or something.” Your fingers twiddle with one another, feeling more and more shy under the gaze of the two attractive men in front of you. 

“You are to me” Steve admits, his brown eyes soft as he looks at you. He’s always seen you as someone he has to protect and care for, whether Jeremiah told him to or not, he was always going to look out for you. He was always going to protect you from guys like himself - and Eddie. 

And then you have an idea. Maybe it’s insane - but this whole situation is already insane so before you can think too much about it you decide to just blurt it out. 

“What if you watch?” You say quickly, so quickly your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and fall onto the floor in front of you. 

Both boys still. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raise. 

“What?” Steve asks, stunned by your suggestion. 

“I mean,” you stutter. “If you’re so worried about me getting hurt or whatever, and you’ve obviously already been with Eddie so you’ve seen him naked and everything. What if you were here…while it happened?” 

Eddie tries to hide his chuckle and Steve shoots him a glare of death. Steve stands up from the bed and keeps his back to you, obviously struggling with your proposed plan. 

When silence falls for too long Eddie breaks in, a hand coming to Steve’s shoulder. “You know I’ll take care of her, Harrington,” he reassures him. 

Your legs rub together and both boys look at you as a small whine escapes past your lips. This is getting too unbearable, either someone needs to touch you or you need to leave and spend some very important alone time with yourself. 

“Look how bad she needs it,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you can’t hear.

Steve stares at you. He’s only seen you like this a handful of times, like when sex scenes come on in movies when you’re together, or he sees you flirting with someone else, and he’s always had to excuse himself. 

But not this time. 

“Desperate for it huh?” Steve asks, his eyes not leaving your body. 

You and Eddie both nod. “It would be really mean of you to not let me take care of that for her,” Eddie taunts, making his way to stand just mere steps in front of you. He reaches his hand out and you grab it, pulling so he steps another step forward. 

You both look at Steve with pleading eyes. 

“Please Stevie,” you beg, your voice barely above a whisper, dripping with need almost as much as your pussy drips with arousal. 

And Steve can fucking sense it. Fuck, he can practically taste it with how your needy voice sounds. 

“Okay,” he says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyes light up as you look up at Eddie, a cheshire smile on his perfect face. Eddie immediately moves to stand in front of you, his crotch in front of your face as he holds your sweet face in his big hands. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” Steve sighs, sitting on the desk chair in the corner of the room as his eyes stay transfixed to the sight in front of him. 

“Never,” Eddie chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours. You try to move your head up slightly, desperate to kiss those pink lips he’s been licking this whole time. 

“Aw,” Eddie teases. “Does somebody want a kiss?”

You whine. “Munson,” Steve warns. 

Eddie ignores him. “Say please,” Eddie instructs, his voice teasing. 

“Please,” you whisper and, before you have time to comprehend it, Eddie’s connecting his lips with yours, an immediate moan escaping your throat. Eddie’s hands guide your face to move with him, his tongue expertly swiping across your lips before gently finding your own tongue. Your hands reach up to grab Eddie’s wrists, desperate for more contact. 

You barely hear it a few feet from you as you continue making out - “Fuck,” Steve exhales. 

Eddie chuckles as his hand slips to your throat, grabbing it firmly as you continue to lose yourself in his perfect kissing. He easily pushes you down on the bed, disconnecting your lips much to your dismay. 

Eddie slowly sinks to his knees in between your legs. You feel like you must be about to hyperventilate with the way your chest is rising and falling so rapidly. It doesn’t help that just over Eddie’s shoulder you see Steve, seated with his legs wide apart, his mouth gnawing on his fist as his blown out eyes stare at you and Eddie in front of him. 

Eddie starts kissing up your bare legs slowly, bringing your attention back to the man in between your legs. He kisses higher and higher, goosebumps raising on your legs as he gets closer to your aching cunt. You instinctively start to lose your legs, but his hands immediately hold them open as he shakes his head. 

“I’ve been dying to taste your cunt,” Eddie murmurs against your thighs, making you shiver. 

You hear a grunt behind him. “Goddamit Ed,” Steve huffs, his hand palming himself through his jeans, making your head spin at the sight. 

“It’s true,” Eddie quips. His hand comes up to your little shorts, his finger pressing right on your clothed center. “Can I take these off angel?” Eddie asks.

“Please,” you whine, your own resolve gone as you long for relief. 

Eddie smirks and quickly pulls the little shorts down, smiling at your glistening pussy in front of him. “So pretty,” he mutters before landing a kiss directly onto your clit, immediately making you gasp. 

Eddie hums, slowly licking a stripe up your pussy, making your eyes roll back and your head fall onto the bed with a thump. Eddie doesn’t rush, and it’s bliss - the way his tongue circles your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He circles, then licks, then sucks. Circles, licks, sucks, over and over as you mewl above him, your back arching as obscene sounds flow past your lips. 

“Does it feel good baby?” Steve asks, his voice laced both with lust and genuine curiosity. He’s worried about his girl. 

You gasp as Eddie hits that one spot again and again. “S-so fucking good oh my god,” you moan, your hips bucking to meet Eddie’s pace as you feel an orgasm start to build low in your tummy. 

Small groans come from across the room to accompany your moans and Eddie’s wet slurping. It’s a mess, a heavenly mess. “You’re getting close huh baby? I can tell - fuck you look so fucking sexy,” Steve groans. 

You can’t see him at this point but just the sound of his voice gets you closer . That mixed with Eddie’s unholy ability to find and hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, you feel like your senses are tingling all over.

“Eddie please don’t stop please,” you beg. He, of course, had no intention to, but your hands in his hair just confirm the exact spot he needs to continue adding pressure to get you to over the edge.

“Don’t fucking stop Ed, make her cum,” Steve demands and Eddie groans into your cunt. The vibration mixed with the dominance in Steve’s voice sends you over the edge. The ball in your stomach comes undone, exploding with the best electricity all up your spine, your back arching off the bed. 

You spew a mix of profanities and praise as you ride out your high, your body floating as Eddie slowly comes away from your cunt. 

You didn’t even realize your eyes had been closed until you open them because you feel a hand petting your head. “Did so so good baby - fuck,” Steve says from beside you. You look up at him, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts in your head other than how gorgeous he looks beside you. 

“Thank you,” you mutter - though to who you’re not sure.

Steve smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Thank Eddie baby, not me,” Steve says, nodding toward the boy wiping his mouth with his own shirt, a wicked grin on his face. 

“Thank you Eddie,” you repeat. 

Eddie crawls above you on the bed, forcing you and Steve to inch backwards to accommodate for his body. “Anytime, beautiful,” the tattooed boy smiles. 

You stare up at him in disbelief - how is he so good with his mouth? 

“Wanna taste pretty boy?” Eddie asks, his head turning to Steve’s next to you. 

Your eyes widen in shock, but before you can process it, Eddie’s mouth is on Steve’s, the two of them groaning as they taste both you and each other. Watching the boys kiss is both erotic and primal. Their biceps flexing, hard jaws moving quickly as if they can’t get enough of one another. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. 

Eddie breaks the kiss, panting as he takes Steve’s jaw in his hand and points his face toward you. He looks beyond perfect, swollen lips and messy hair, his shirt out of place. 

But neither of you move as you hold eye contact - it’s too intense, a line you never thought you would be able to cross with him. 

“Kiss her, Steve,” Eddie whispers in the other boy’s ear. 

Steve starts to lean closer to you as Eddie sits back on his knees, giving you two space. 

You’ve never been so close to STeve in your life. You’re practically exchanging breaths, chests touching as he leans toward you. 

His hand comes to the side of your face, so gently you can barely feel it. 

“Are you sure baby?” he asks. 

Your heart melts - you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. “Kiss me Stevie,” you smile, and pull his lips in to meet yours. 

It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You taste him and Eddie, and maybe a little bit of yourself as his tongue slides into your mouth. He’s so gentle it’s surprising. There’s no rough force, no intense grabbing, just kissing and holding as if you’re glass he doesn’t want to break. 

The kiss only breaks because you gasp as you feel Eddie’s fingers dancing up your thighs again, only to press one digit slowly into your soaked entrance. He curls the tip of it skillfully, making you whine into Steve’s mouth, your grip on his hair tightening. Steve can’t help but look at the way your eyebrows knit together. 

“Can you take another sweetheart?” Eddie asks from between your legs, looking at your pussy like it’s art. 

Your breath is shaking. “She can take more, I know she can - she’s a good girl, aren’t you baby?” Steve talks you through as Eddie adds another large finger into you, stretching you out as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

You lose yourself completely, your eyes struggling to stay open as Eddie hits that spot inside of you over nand over. “H-holy fuck,” you gasp, your eyes screwing shut. 

Steve immediately grabs your face, holding the back of your head up so you don’t throw it backwards. “Uh uh, no baby, eyes on me or Eddie,” Steve demands. You do your best to relax into his hold, one of his hands holding your head while the other finds it’s way under your shirt to grab at your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” Eddie grunts as he continues his rhythm, laying gentle kisses on your clit as he continues. 

“Please can i - can,” you stutter, eyes meeting Steve’s. 

“What baby, can you what?” Steve half taunts, making you use words that are escaping you completely. 

You reach your hand toward Steve’s clothed bulge, pressing against it to elicit a small groan from him. But he immediately grabs your wrist to stop you. “Ask for what you want,” he instructs and you groan. 

Then Eddie stops his movements in your pussy. “WHat?WHat no,” you plead at the loss of sensation.

“Follow instructions and you get what you want,” Eddie teases. 

You groan again and whimper, struggling to find the words you need to touch Steve while also being so close to cumming again already. Eddie begins to move away from your legs, making you squirm. 

“Ccan I please touch you Steve please,” you beg. 

Eddie immediately sinks back between your legs and pushes his fingers back inside of you as Steve smiles. 

“Of course honey, see that wasn’t so hard,” Steve mocks you. He takes off his shirt and discards of it somewhere in a corner of the room, then his jeans are quick to follow, leaving him bare to you. 

Your mouth gapes at the sight of him. “Now you know why they call him King Steve,” Eddie laughs at your expression. 

And it’s true. He’s huge. 

And thick.

Steve rolls his eyes, but guides your hand to wrap around his cock, your fingers not full enclosing around the girth. The simplest touch makes Steve throw his head back as he stays on his knees by your head, your smaller hand taking over stroking him. 

Eddie continues his work on your cunt, and every time he kisses your clit while pumping in and out of you, you get closer to the edge again. 

That mixed with the sight of Steve’s dick mere inches from your face has you absolutely wrecked. 

You open your mouth, panting like a dog wanting to taste Steve. He chuckles above you and slowly guides his pink tip past your lips, immediately groaning as you lick and suck on it while our hand holds the rest of him. 

Eddie adds in to the moans between your legs as he strokes his own dick at the sight in front of him. Quite literally the two hottest people he’s ever seen at each other’s disposal. It’s incredible and he wants it every fucking day. 

You continue like this as best as you can, but it doesnt last long because Eddie is just too fucking good at what he’s doing. You pull off of Steve to whine. 

“Eddie I’m - I’m close again oh fuck,” you groan. 

Eddie just hums in response, but Steve’s hand comes to your throat. “Did I say to stop?” Steve asks, his eyes dark as he guides his cock back into your mouth. 

You whine around the girth, your orgasm building as Steve starts to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, spit pooling down the side of your face. “You wanted my cock so you get it, you understand?” Steve asks. 

You mumble a gargled “mmhmhm” as you get closer to the edge. 

“You’re gonna cum with my cock in your throat like my good little whore,” Steve instructs, and that does it. 

Immediately your second orgasm floods you, a wave of pleasure overriding your system as you keep your mouth open for Steve to fuck. He’s gentle, aware of your state, and has to refrain from cumming himself at the sight of your eyes in the back of your head with his cock in your mouth. 

“Come here,” you hear Eddie say, and in your blissed out state you see Steve move so Eddie has his cock in his mouth. It’s so beautiful. 

Steve is not nearly as gentle with Eddie as he was with you, he has the other boy’s hair in his fist, tugging as he guides his head roughly up and down the length of his cock. 

“Good fucking boy,” Steve grunts and it makes your pussy continue throbbing.  Eddie gags and Steve pulls him up by his hair, bringing their mouths to meet once again.

You quickly remove your shirt as you watch Eddie stroke Steve’s dick, their tongues battling in a mirage of moans and grunts. 

“Eddie you have too many clothes on,” you complain. 

It makes them both chuckle. 

“You heard the little one, take your clothes off,” Steve laughs, already undoing Eddie’s belt for him. It only takes a few seconds before Eddie’s dick springs free - also big and thick and looking like it’s absolutely aching. 

You crawl toward the two boys, eyes wide as you eye both of their throbbing lengths, leaking with pre-cum. You gently touch their shoulders, bringing their attention to you as Steve buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting. 

Eddie smashes his lips with your own and you revel in the contrast between his roughness and Steve’s softness with you. 

“I want-wanna taste you Eddie,” you breathe between kisses. 

Eddie smiles and gives you another quick peck on the lips before moving so he’s off the bed, standing so his cock hits his stomach. You turn to Steve, looking for approval you didn’t realize you needed. 

“Get on all fours baby,” Steve instructs.

You nod, getting on your elbows facing Eddie, his cock in front of your face, as Steve positions himself behind you. 

Something in the air shifts as Steve moves behind you. You can feel his eyes staring at your pussy as it’s presented to him, your back arched, our ass in the air just begging for him to spank it. 

“Go ‘head and taste Eddie,” Steve says, making you face the boy in front of  you again. 

Eddie looks down at you, his hand coming under your chin. “Open your mouth,” Eddie says, and you do so, sticking your tongue out so it’s barely touching the tip of his cock. Then, he leans over and spits, his saliva landing on your tongue and his cock. You smile with your tongue out, happy to be free to be absolutely fucking filthy. 

You slowly take Eddie’s cock, now coated in both of your spit, into your mouth, and moan at the taste. 

“Fuuuck yes,” Eddie groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly. 

Steve’s been watching, stroking himself as he eyes your drippy pussy, just begging to be stretched. You feel him poking at your entrance and your heart pounds, waiting in anticipation. 

“Wait,” Steve says, stopping both you and Eddie. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks the other boy, concern laced in his features. Steve’s hands find your hips as he slightly leans over your back, his cock pressing against you from the back. “I’m okay,” he responds.

“I just,” he starts, hesitating. 

Your mind floods with worry. Is he regretting this? 

“I want to see your face when I fill you up baby,” Steve admits. 

If you weren’t blushing before, you are now. You smile and nod, leaning up to give Steve a quick kiss to the lips. 

“Loverboy Steve,” Eddie teases. 

“You’ll get a good view too Munson,” Steve responds, giving your ass a playful slap. 

You giggle at the idiots you’re in between. “On your back baby,” Steve instructs, flipping you so your head was almost hanging off the bed near Eddie now, your hips aligned with Steves. 

“God your tits are perfect,” Eddie says his hands immediately grabbing at them and pinching your nipples. 

You giggle again, giddy with all of the attention you’re getting, but your breathing immediately shortens as you feel Steve prod at your entrance. Eddie moves so he’s to the side of your head, one of his hands on your tits while the other guides your hand to stroke him. 

“You ready baby?” Steve asks, his brown eyes set on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

Your heart races. All those times you’ve envied the girls Steve has been with, all those times you’ve tried to make him jealous, get his attention - and now you have it all. 

“I’m ready Stevie,” you smile. A smile lights up his face as well as he begins to push himself inside of you, making your face immediately twist as you adjust to his size. 

You whine as your breathing picks up, his hands tight on your hips, his own eyebrows knitting together in concern. “I know baby I know,” he grunts, obviously holding himself back from pounding into you right away.

“So big,” you whine. 

“You can take it angel,” Eddie coos from next to you, his brown eyes transfixed on you both. 

You gasp as he inches in further. “Breathe baby,” Steve encourages. “Feel so fuckin’ good -fuck,” he grunts, filling you to the hilt. You both groan at the feeling, him being fully inside of you, so deep and thick and perfect. 

He leans down to kiss your forehead and cheek before coming back up and starting to move his hips against yours. Your moans start to fill the room loudly as he handles your body expertly. Eddie palms your tits, adding to the sensation. 

“This cunt was made for me I swear,” Steve curses, his pace quickening as you whine. “C’mere,” he grunts, pulling Eddie’s face to his own, smashing their lips together as you become a moaning mess beneath them. 

“Baby can you take Eddie in your mouth? Can you do that for me sweet thing?” Steve asks, his thrusts puncturing his words. 

“Yes, yes yes want Eddie,” you whine. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, immediately moving so he can hold your head as you bounce on Steve’s cock and therefore Eddie’s cock down your throat. 

You love it. You absolutely love feeling filled on both ends - the groans of the two men above you mixed with your own garbled moans and groans. 

You feel Steve start to pick up his pace, landing a slap to your thigh that makes you squeak but keep Eddie in your mouth. “Perfect perfect perfect,” Steve mutters, almost incoherently as he gets closer to his edge.

“You look fucking perfect taking cock, you know that angel? All fuck- all filled up by us,” Eddie adds. 

They’re both just talking nonsense, words flowing in and out of your ears as you’re all overtaken with bliss.

“Our girl huh?” Eddie grunts. 

“No one else ever gets to touch you like this” Steve adds, his thrusts getting sloppy. 

“Oh God,” Steve grunts, his eyes screwing shut. 

“You close big boy?” Eddie asks, sweat beading down his own forehead. “Fuck - fuck you’re gonna make me cum looking like that,” Eddie admits. 

You whine, wanting to taste it, and it sends Eddie over the edge. He attempts to pull out of your mouth, but you keep it open, getting hot spurts of cum in your mouth and on your throat and tits, a perfect fucking picture that leaves Eddie gasping, and Steve absolutely reeling from the sight. 

You can barely comprehend Steve’s words as you take in the mess Eddie made of you. “Where do you want it baby?” Steve asks. 

“Fill me up Steve,” you reply without thinking. 

You don’t even hesitate, of course you want his cum in you, claiming you. “Wanna feel you cum in me please,” you whine. 

Steve groans, his thrusts choppy as he falls over you, his face burying in your shoulder as he bites down, definitely leaving a mark that you dont mind. “Gonna fill you up baby, make you mine,” he grunts into your ear.

And then you feel him spill inside you, his groans like music to your ears as his hips falter. He breathes heavy, his  weight collapsing on you fully, not even caring about Eddie’s mess as he comes down from his high. 

You both lay like that for a minute, catching  your breath as you take in what the fuck just happened. 

Your hand finds Steve’s hair, rubbing gently as he separates himself from you and kisses your lips softly. 

“Here babe,” Eddie says from the dresser, throwing a shirt Steve’s way to wipe you both up. Steve chuckles as he wipes Eddie’s spend off of you both, mixed with sweat as well. “Christ,” Steve sighs. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you, all concern flooding his eyes as he looks down at the girl he loves. 

Loves.

He loves you. He always has. But this just made it even more obvious. 

“I’m fucking great,” you laugh in your loopy haze. 

Both boys laugh with you as Steve pulls out, making you wince from the loss. “I know I know,” he says, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Eds get over here,” he says over you. 

Your eyes can barely stay open, but you feel the weight of the other boy come lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face into your back. You twist to kiss Eddie’s head before turning back to Steve and kissing him quickly on his swollen lips. 

A serene silence falls between the three of you, only interrupted by the continued buzzing of the long forgotten party downstairs. 

“Can we stay here tonight Ed?” Steve asks over you. 

Eddie smiles. “You two pretty people can stay in my bed forever,” he replies.

You giggle. “I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you smile. 

“We do need to shower eventually,” Steve quips, always the realist. 

“After round two,” Eddie mumbles into your back. 

“Or three, or four,” Steve adds.

You blush and hide your face into Steve’s chest. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you don’t think you mind at all.

The ride home the next morning was uncomfortable, to say the least. For starters, Steve avoided your eye contact nearly the entire drive. His eyes were focused on the road ahead as he pursed his lips every so often, obviously deep in thought.

Everything was ruined now. Not it like it was anything amazing already, but it was most definitely tainted and your obsessive overthinking started to assume the worst like he obviously loathes you now, can’t stomach the idea of kissing someone like you, everything was a mistake, and now you’re just another girl whining about how Steve Harrington doesn’t want you enough.

Are you some narcissistic brat and your ego is just bruised or are you actually bothered?

You shifted awkwardly in the passenger seat, leather creaking just as painfully. As much as you would like to pretend that the radio was loud enough to silence your own thoughts, it wasn’t happening.

You clear your throat and make a brave first move. The tension felt so thick and unavoidable. You felt like a can of soda after it’d been shaken and thrown at the pavement.

“Steve?”

Without so much as a blink, he reaches forward to turn the music up louder. His thumbs start drumming along to the beat nonchalantly. A frustrated sigh escapes between your lips before you try again, but he just repeats the same. Unbelievable.

“What is your problem?” you finally snap, crossing your arms firmly over your chest and mimicking his avoidant stare out to the road.

You can see his fingers release from the wheel as he speaks, nearly yelling over the music in the speakers. “My problem? I don’t have a problem, maybe you have a problem—you always have a problem!”

Brows knitted and mouth now agape in offense, you can’t help but raise your voice in reply. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Steve huffs like you’re the most oblivious moron in the world who can’t just read his mind when he insults you the first time. He could choose to go on a rant he’s already wasted his breath on before, about how your boyfriend is a fucking prick who doesn’t respect you or much less even seem to like you, but he won’t. It doesn’t matter because you don’t care about his opinion and it’s not like Steve should give a shit either, you’ve always said that.

Even still, Steve would rather crash his BMW with the two of you in it than admit he’s dealing with his own conflicted feelings for his incredibly annoying coworker who is still dating an asshole that’s not even him.

In the end, he chooses to say nothing. The silent treatment for the rest of the ride seemed easier than explaining himself when he doesn’t even know what thought is his own self obsession with just being wanted by someone that seemed like a challenge or if he should actually explain that your biggest problem is that he likes you.

You roll your eyes in irritation with a dramatic grunt as you turn your body away from his as much as you were physically limited given the small confines of his front seat. His jaw clenches as his foot presses on the gas, clearly in a rush to get you out of his personal space.

“Whatever,” you mutter while you use your nail to chip off any remaining polish onto his leather as petty punishment for his attitude. It was only fair to act as childish as he was about all of this.

You wish you never kissed him, obviously it only made things more complicated—just when you thought you reached some kind of truce to make things better.

As Steve pulls into your driveway, both of you get instantly pale at the view in front of you.

What should be excitement is replaced with immediate dread and anxiety at the sight of none other than your boyfriend, who should be a hundred miles away at McKinney Law, but is now sitting on the hood of his shiny new Jeep Grand Cherokee in your driveway like a loyal dog waiting for his owner’s return. He had been checking his watch as you pulled up, but who knows how long he had really been waiting on you? You timidly wave your fingers at him as you imagine hearing him bring up your tardiness in a fight already.

“Oh, this ought to be fucking good,” Steve mutters to himself as he kills the ignition.

Your eyes close as you take a shaky deep breath before unbuckling your seatbelt to finally face reality. The universe really did have a twisted sense of humor.

Steve surprises you when he’s stepping out of his car as well, leaning against the metal door as he watches you carefully head up your driveway with heavy footsteps towards your boyfriend. He really fucking hated that guy.

“Steve Harrington?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes squinted at the other man down the pavement, like a territorial scrap between two feral cats was about to happen in front of your parent’s house.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve sneers and you shoot him a glare. Seriously, what was his damage?

You catch your boyfriend’s puzzled expression before he’s pulling you into the most performative hug of all time, including running his hand underneath the back of your sweatshirt—Steve’s sweatshirt you slept in the night before. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in weeks, his touch alone should illicit some kind of bodily response from you that isn’t a recoil, but you can’t help but squirm uncomfortably with him touching you like this, especially when it’s in front of Steve.

When you push back, you can tell you interrupted a silent war of eye contact between the two of them. It doesn’t even feel like your boyfriend is even talking to you when he speaks, throwing his voice towards the end of the driveway for Steve to hear. “Wanted to surprise my girl after I finished exams. You know how hard I’ve been studying, sugar, I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to take you home last Friday, but—“

You want to grab his shirt and drag him inside to get away from this awkward showdown as quickly as possible, but Steve has to always get his word in.

You hear him snort as he speaks through a closed jaw. “So, you wait until the last Friday of the month to show up and apologize? You’re like the worst subscription of all time,” Steve huffs before he’s about to get back in his BMW and thankfully disappear, but of course, your stupid boyfriend has sonic hearing all of a sudden.

His arm drops from you and your anxiety spikes.

“What’s that, Harrington?” he challenges, ignoring you tugging on his sleeve to just please follow you inside and forget about Steve. When he shrugs you off to join Steve at the end of your driveway, you consider getting between the two of them, but your shoes felt like they’d been filled with cement.

“Do you have something to say? Because last time I checked,” your boyfriend motions between the two of you as Steve seems disinterested in anything he’s saying anyways, “this is between me and her—“

“Her and I,” he corrects with a deadpan expression that makes your boyfriend’s face resemble a tomato. You usually don’t seem him get this riled up, but he was familiar with your descriptions of your infamous coworker; including his insufferable habit of being a smart-ass all the time.

They entertain each other with sarcastic smirks and temper-controlling grins, but you feel like one of them is about to erupt.

Your boyfriend’s finger jabs at Steve’s chest then, hard enough to shift his posture and you watch both of their expressions harden into something more serious as you continue to watch like a deer in headlights before two cars crash together.

“Stay away from her,” your boyfriend warns.

Steve has a low chuckle before saying something under his breath that you didn’t quite hear.

Panic sets in as your boyfriend suddenly whips his head to look at you with unmistakable confusion.

Your heart is in your mouth, throbbing against your tongue and making you feel sick as you stare back, eyes wide, unsure if Steve told him the worst possible thing he could have— which was unfortunately just the truth.

You gesture some kind of shrug in any attempt to seem oblivious, but your boyfriend looks between the two of you again and Steve is only looking straight at you with the same unreadable expression he’s had since you woke up next to each other.

“Why didn’t tell me he’s been the one taking you home every Friday? You told me you’ve been taking the bus?” Your boyfriend’s voice dropped in volume, almost sounding hurt or offended. A twinge of guilt gnaws at your stomach lining causing the burning feeling of bile to creep up your throat. You didn’t think of yourself as a dishonest person, but he really had a way of framing you to be one.

“I do take the bus, just not on Fridays,” you rush out, your defense sounding more shaky than you wanted. There’s a ringing in your ears as you blankly look between the two of them. You really wish you weren’t dating a future lawyer who prides himself on putting you on the spot in front of others.

He takes a step back from Steve before standing by your side, glaring down at you as he shakes his head in disapproval. “What else are you lying about?”

You catch his eye look suspiciously at the unrecognizable sweatshirt before his shoulder collides into yours to brush past you and head for your front door. A clear message that this conversation was far from over, but at least it was not going to be in front of Steve anymore.

There he was, still standing behind his car door and looking at you, once so unreadable and now what seemed like only disappointment as he watched you choose to follow your boyfriend’s footsteps without so much as a wave in his direction.

The knife in your stomach twisted as you felt so much shame when you saw Steve’s pleading eyes at the end of the driveway. Your cheeks blushed scarlet as you avoided his burning gaze, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when you hear the angry clang of his car door and thunderous rumble of his engine before he disappeared.

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There was a familiarity in the aching loneliness you felt so deep in your soul as your boyfriend, happily snoring against your bare chest, completely oblivious to your existential dread after you concluded sex would shut him up for the umpteenth time.

After you left the driveway, he followed up the stairs to your bedroom with interrogating questions you deserved to hear, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be honest—not with him, but mostly with yourself.

The truth was, you hated yourself more than ever. Before last night, you would have made fun of a girl like you. Probably would have called her a couple degrading names and thought she deserved to reap what she sowed after buckling her knees at the first chance she had with Steve Harrington. It didn’t matter that you would destroy your integrity by cheating on your boyfriend, you would destroy it again by just having sex with him to keep him from shouting anymore and not telling him the truth about anything last night.

“I puked on my blouse and he lent me his sweatshirt, that’s it!” It sounded pretty convincing. You even showed him the disgusting blue JELL-O shot stain on your original outfit to convince him. Maybe you weren’t a complete liar, but “that’s it” wasn’t the full truth either.

In the end, your boyfriend got to feel like The Man again as he rammed himself into you without much care for your own pleasure (or even with a steady rhythm for that matter) as he repeated in your ear about how you were his; the truth of that statement feeling like more of a lie than anything you argued about earlier.

His hands felt nothing like Steve’s. His lips were too stiff, his grip on you was too tight, and he didn’t handle with you the kind of tenderness you now longed for. You couldn’t tell the difference between a curse being lifted, unveiling what real intimacy can be like, or if a curse was bestowed upon you, destroying every sentimental touch you used to crave from your boyfriend, after last night.

As his drool started pooling on your chest, your eyes tear away from your ceiling to look longingly out the window. At what point did it feel like you lost complete control of your life?

In retrospect, you thought you were doing everything right. You would work while your long-term stable boyfriend would go to law school in the next city over to secure a career before he’s even graduated, be able to buy you the big suburban with a picket fence you’ve lusted for since you were a little girl, and live happily ever after with the perfect nuclear family. You’ve never questioned that dream because stability was what you really longed for, not the picket fence or the husband that tells you that you never need to work again. For the first time, you asked yourself as an adult what it really was that you wanted from your life.

It felt so isolating when you realized that the naked man who you thought you loved up until two days ago that now laid on top of you wasn’t a reflection of you anymore. While he wasn’t ever the perfect boyfriend by any means, you obviously were not a dream girl either.

Confronting yourself with your growing pains and own flaws that you would normally blame on your boyfriend, who was generally absent physically and emotionally and about as passionate about you as he was the weather, convinced you that this couldn’t be your future anymore.

You wish you’d hear the sound of Steve’s BMW comfortingly roar up the street. There was no rhyme or reason in believing for a second that Steve would magically come “save you” from this current reality, scaling the side of your parent’s house and tapping on your window to convince you to run away with him like some romance movie you’ve disillusioned yourself with again.

You imagined the last time you saw him, with his doe eyes narrowed when he looked at you like he didn’t recognize you anymore either. You wish you could have known what he was thinking, but you convince yourself it’s nothing you’d want to hear anyways.

As much as it pained you to admit it, the real reason you never told your boyfriend about Steve taking you home on Fridays was because you knew this would happen.

Deep down, you knew there was a danger in exploring even a friendship with Steve. It shouldn’t have to be so complicated, but you were attracted to him in ways you used to mock girls in high school for and he is so impossibly infuriating that you feel addicted to the high that comes with actually getting along.

When you were riding home with Steve, it felt like you were a different version of yourself. Even when he made you roll your eyes like always, there was still a blush on your cheeks. The nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t something you’ve felt in a long time. You forgot what it was like to have a crush, to feel the exhilarating electricity between each other and tenacity of a kiss when it actually feels right.

You wipe away a stray tear with the back of your hand. You know what you needed to do now and maybe you’d be called a bitch, a slut, a lying whore, but none of that matters anymore. It was about time you started being honest with yourself and taking your life back.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re shaking your boyfriend awake gently and sliding out from underneath him. He’s groggy and seemingly annoyed, but you feel his body stiffen once you say the words he never anticipated: “we need to talk.”

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“Woah, you look like Hell.” Stacy stops wiping the counter as soon as you approach the concessions. Her eyes wide as she takes a real look at you and you can’t help but crack a small smile in return.

“Thanks, I feel like I just got back,” you joke flatly before asking her for a root beer float. Something about carbonated sugar with creamy sugar on top sounded like it would fix you right now.

It had been less than 24 hours since you broke up with your boyfriend of nearly three years. You had cried for God only knows how long, but at least until your hair had matted around your teary cheeks and until it felt like your eyes stung so bad that they would fall right out of your skull. You were in a grieving process, but you were stubborn and know that the choice you made was for the best. It’s not like you could continue to be loyal to him while feeling what you do for Steve.

That being said, you were still having difficulty making peace with your developing feelings, especially as they started to feel embarrassingly one-sided. You couldn’t think of a singular good reason why you would ever let a fantasy take over your consciousness and convince yourself there was a reality where “King Steve” would feel anything for you after that night. You were disposable, obviously you came with a lot of emotional baggage, and you weren’t the type of girl he would realistically want for longer than an evening.

Steve called out of work today. Probably to avoid you, you assume. Everything felt like it was your fault and maybe it was. Your heart felt ripped into two, one side still desperate to beat on and give yourself grace as you experience the woes of being a woman in her twenties, bound to make stupid mistakes in her love life, and the other shriveled up and bruised half that just felt defeated and accepting of the punishments that came from your actions. Realistically, what did you do that was so wrong? Why would he kiss you if he didn’t want it too?

“I heard you went to Clark’s birthday thing at Harrington’s,” Stacy pipes up from behind the counter before sliding your much needed cure towards you. “You must’ve had a real bitchin’ time.”

You pretend to not detect her obvious sarcasm. You didn’t really have the energy for defending your choices anymore. “Yeah, maybe too much,” you sigh while mindlessly swirling the ice cream into the dark soda, “I actually missed you, Stace. You probably would have saved my night.”

Her expression softens then. The point wasn’t to guilt her or anything, but it felt nice to just talk to a friend. If Stacy had gone that night—though, she would rather probably deep fry her own hand than ever attend something with that crowd—maybe you would have just gotten a ride home with her, had a fun sleepover at your place while your parents were still out of town, and skipped everything that ruined your life that night.

“Yeah, well, maybe next time,” she snorts before sympathetically adding an extra cherry on top of your float. Her freckled cheek rests on her hand as she watches your vacant eyes follow your still swirling straw pathetically.

You hear your last name being shouted from another direction with so much tenacity that it pops your self depreciating daydream instantly. You’re met with your unkempt and greasy manager, Rod, who has his hands on his hips and a deep crease between his bushy eyebrows as he barks at you to get back to the shoe booth already.

As you’re waving to Stacy, you hear Rod mutter under his breath about how he can’t believe he’s stuck with you for the rest of the year and not Steve.

Your footsteps come to an immediate halt.

“What?” Your mouth suddenly felt so dry.

Rod’s still grumbling, now with a cigarette being lit from stress, not really looking you in the eye because he’s never respected you to begin with. You ask him to repeat himself, but he gives a wave of his hand to blow you off again.

“What happen-“

“He quit, alright?” Rod snaps at you, blowing a cloud of smog towards you as he shouts. “He came in after open, dropped off his vest and tag, and quit. My best worker, gone.” He shakes his head while taking another worried inhale and you can feel yourself shrinking more and more as he continues. “Now, it’s just you. You better shape up, doll, no one got more memberships than Harrington. I’m lucky if you can even clean an alley right without a patron slipping, getting me stuck in a lawsuit!”

Rod’s voice faded as he stumbled away, ranting as he headed toward the other side of the concourse.

As soon as you were left alone, with just the smell of mildew and rented shoes, you felt yourself begin to cry. You were shocked you had any moisture left in your body, let alone enough to produce more tears considering you thought you expended them all last night.

You caught yourself staring at the spot where Steve normally stood next to you, complaining about your tardiness or commenting on your bad attitude. An ache formed in the deepest pit of your chest.

In a desperate attempt to stifle your tears, you sip vigorously at your root beer float, but the bubbles are burning your sore throat that strains to choke down a sob.

You can’t be caught crying over him at work, not in front of all of these strangers, but especially in front of his friends who just saw you embarrass yourself in his apartment over the weekend.

Everything was changing too fast. You hardly had enough time to adapt to one butterfly effect, but now it feels like your routine is getting entirely flipped on its head and it was too overwhelming. Was he punishing you? Why would he quit? He always complained about how badly he needed this job, are you that terrible to be around now that he couldn’t stomach being at the very least your coworker?

“Dude, you gotta tell me what you put on your hair to make it so soft,” Argyle said, wrapping a strand of Eddie’s hair around his finger and giving it a little tug.

Eddie was sitting in the armchair with Argyle perched on the arm, his elbow resting on the back of the chair behind Eddie’s head, looming over Eddie with no regard for his personal space. Not that Eddie minded. Eddie was the king of disregarding personal space.

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t know where you’re getting this from! I literally use the cheap dollar store brand conditioner. You’re the one with soft hair.” Said long soft hair was currently spilling onto Eddie’s shoulder. He took the opportunity to pet the tresses, noting how soft and glossy they were. “Really shiny, too.”

“Thanks for noticing, bro. Wanna know my secret?” Argyle grinned lazily and leaned in closer to Eddie’s face.

A strange, choked noise came from the sofa and Eddie glanced over to where Steve and Robin were sitting. Robin was gabbing about something, but Eddie wasn’t sure Steve was paying attention. He looked distracted or something. His face was red.

“Uh, yea, sure,” Eddie said. When he turned back to Argyle, his face was even closer.

“I’ve never told anyone this secret, Eduardo. The masses have been wondering, asking me my whole life, ‘Argyle, how do you keep your hair so shiny, man?’ but I’ve never given up the secret.”

A slow smile spread across Eddie’s face. He fluttered his eyelashes. “And you wanna give it to little ol me?” He wasn’t interested in Argyle. He was attractive, sure. Anyone with eyes could see that. But sadly, Eddie’s heart and dick were only interested in one person these days and neither his heart nor his dick could understand that that just wasn’t going to happen for them. Still, flirting was nice. It was fun to flirt.

Argyle tugged on the strand of hair still wrapped around his finger. “Anything for you, dude.” Then he leaned in even closer and said right in his ear. “It’s eggs.”

A laugh bubbled out of Eddie. “Seriously?”

“Oh yea. Learned it from mi abuela. Crack one over your head in the shower and work it through the strands until your hair is evenly coated. Leave it on for like ten minutes and then rinse and shampoo. Your hair will shine like the setting sun on the pacific, brochacho.”

A snort from the direction of the sofa. Eddie glanced over. Steve had his arms crossed his head laid back, glaring at the ceiling. What had the ceiling done to him?

“Huh. Is this a prank? Are you just trying to get me to egg myself?” Eddie asked, grinning big and leaning in towards Argyle.

Jonathan had just handed Argyle the blunt and he took a long, deep drag. He answered in a small, choked voice “Swear to the goddess, dude, try it.” He exhaled a massive cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling.

“I’m sold. Can’t argue with these results,” Eddie said, running his fingers through Argyle’s hair.

“Damn, Eduardo, that feels good. Jon never runs his fingers sensually through my hair like this.”

Eddie barked a laugh as Jonathan’s cheeks went pink. He wondered not for the first time what exactly was going on between Argyle and Jonathan and Nancy. Not that it was his business.

Eddie took his turn and then passed the blunt to Steve, who didn’t even look at him as he took it. Ouch. Steve occasionally got into moods, but he always seemed to have at least a little smile for Eddie. He wondered what had him in a shitty mood.

Then a thought occurred to him. Eddie knew how much Steve had changed since high school. He knew Steve was a good person, accepting, loyal, a good friend. But could his and Argyle’s mild flirting be putting him on edge? He knew from experience that a lot of guys were fine with lesbians but still uncomfortable with gay men. Could Steve really have a problem with him and Argyle getting so close?

The thought made his stomach turn with a combination of anger and fear. Fear that he might lose Steve. Fear that he wasn’t as good a guy as Eddie had thought. And anger that he had the gall to judge Eddie after assuring him that he was totally fine with Eddie when he had come out to him. And he had been. The sleepovers hadn’t stopped, the innocent friendly touches, the comfort with one another. If anything, Eddie coming out seemed to have made Steve even more comfortable with him, with their friendship. So why was he acting like this?

Argyle drifted into conversation with Jonathan and Eddie subtly watched Steve as the blunt made its way back around the circle. He seemed to be relaxing now that Argyle had backed off. Fuck, Eddie really hoped this wasn’t what it looked like.

Although finding out Steve was a homophobe would definitely help Eddie get over his massive crush on him.

Argyle nudged him in the shoulder when he got the blunt back. “Bro, tell me this is not the most gnarly bud you ever smoked. Bet you don’t get anything like this in Hawkins.”

Eddie was very high. Higher than he’d been in a long time. “Better than what I get in Indianapolis even,” he agreed.

“Too good to waste, am I right?” Argyle said.

“Yea?” Eddie said, not sure exactly what Argyle meant. Were they wasting it?

“Exactly.”

And then a wide hand was cradling Eddie’s head and turning his face towards Argyle. Argyle’s face was leaning in towards his, and their eyes met, and Argyle’s eyebrows arched in a question, telegraphing his intention and shit. Shit shit shit. Ok. He guessed this was fucking happening.

So Eddie opened his mouth as Argyle leaned in and breathed out just as Eddie inhaled and took his smoke into his lungs, their lips just brushing.

Fuck. Ok. So he just shotgunned with another guy in Steve Harrington’s living room. As Steve Harrington himself watched. This was fine.

There was a commotion from the sofa and suddenly Steve was up and stomping out the room into the kitchen.

The room went silent. Eddie slowly exhaled, wide eyes on the doorway where Steve had left the room.

“What the fuck?” Eddie breathed.

“Uuuuuh.” Robin looked uncomfortable. And maybe a little panicky. Everyone looked uncomfortable. Everyone except Argyle, who just looked around the room with a lazy smile and glassy eyes.

“Dude, what’s got into Steve-o?” He asked. Then, he giggled like he’d told a joke no one else got.

“Buckley?” Eddie asked, looking to her as though she might have some insight into her platonic soul mate’s state of mind. Because Eddie knew what it looked like to him, but he didn’t want to say it.

Robin made a strangled noise and seemed to be struggling to make her face settle on a single expression and just ended up looking constipated. She grimaced and shrugged.

Eddie sighed and stood to follow Steve. “I’ll see what’s up.” No one answered.

He found Steve making a pot of coffee in the kitchen and grumbling to himself as he slammed cabinets and the tin of coffee grounds. "...thinks he invented the egg trick! I've been using eggs on my hair since second grade!"

Eddie stopped at the kitchen island. "Ok, what is up with you?"

Steve whipped around, his expression startled. "Shit! You scared me, Ed!"

Ed. At least he was still Ed. But why was Steve acting like this? It made no sense.

Eddie crossed his arms and leaned against the island. "So, you wanna tell me what that was about?"

Confusingly, Steve's cheeks went pink, which was completely at odds with the way he frowned and turned back to the coffee pot. "What's what about?"

"This!" Eddie said. "You storming out when Argyle flirted with me a little."

Steve's shoulders hunched up but he didn't turn around. "I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled, scooping coffee grounds into the filter.

"Stop being an ass. Look, I thought you were cool when I..." Eddie stopped, shifted uncomfortably, put his arms around himself. "When I came out to you, you said it was cool. But if a little flirting between men is going to make you act like this, I don't think we can be friends anymore."

At this, Steve gasped audibly and jerked. His hand hit the coffee tin and sent fragrant grounds spilling over the counter as he spun around to face Eddie again. And shit, Steve looked... he looked horrified.

"What?" Steve asked, his voice breaking.

Eddie swallowed. "I thought you'd changed since high school. I thought me being gay wouldn't bother you. Hell, we share a bed three nights a week. I don't get why you're acting like this."

"It's not- fuck!" Steve ran a hand through his hair, looking more distressed by the second. He looked like wanted to cry. "Fucking- it's not that! How could you think that? I don't care about you being gay, Eddie, you know that!"

Eddie huffed, trying not to let it show how hurt he was by all this. "Really? Because it looks like you do."

"Well that's because I do care!" Steve blurted, then snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide with shock.

A silence hung between them for all of ten seconds. Then Eddie clenched his jaw, nodded, started to turn away. "Right. Ok. I'm just gonna leave."

"No!" Steve said, darting forward to grab Eddie's hand in desperation. Eddie pulled away, but stopped to look at him. "No, please, Ed, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean it like you think."

Eddie threw up his hands. "Then how did you mean it!"

"Look!" Steve said, his voice a near growl, frustrated. He seemed to come to some decision, his expression like a kid about to rip a bandaid off. "I care that you're gay because it's really fucking lucky for me!"

"...What?" Eddie had no idea where he was going with this.

"How do you not know, Eddie? I'm- shit. You're-" he stumbled over his words, eyes darting like he might find the words he wanted to say written somewhere on the tiles or the fridge. "I have a crush on you, ok? I like you so much. When you told me you liked guys I was so happy, I thought it meant maybe you could like me, someday, like I like you. But then it seemed like you only wanted to be friends, and I thought ok, I can deal with that. I can push down my feelings and be a good friend to you because that's what you want and that's what you need and I need you to be in my life more than anything, Ed. I thought I could do it.

But I can't stand seeing you flirt with him, ok? I know it makes me a shitty friend, and I'm sorry, and I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore. I didn't want to tell you any of this because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But I can't stop thinking that it should be me. I should be the one touching your hair and making you smile and doing shotguns with you and kissing you. It should be me-"

Whatever else Steve was going to say was muffled and cut off when Eddie lunged forward, grabbing Steve's beautiful stupid face between his rough hands to smash their lips together.

Steve tasted like weed. He tasted like weed, and the smell of coffee grounds was like a sweet fog surrounding them, and there was the sound of whispering and muffled footsteps from the entryway and Eddie thought all of these things would be imprinted in his brain for the rest of his life because holy shit he was kissing Steve because Steve liked him! Steve liked Eddie, wanted to kiss Eddie, wanted to play with Eddie's hair, and Eddie was not going to let him get away.

He pulled back to suck in a breath of air because he'd been so wrapped up in the fact that Steve had a crush on him and that his lips were pressed against Steve's that he forgot to breath.

"Holy shit," he breathed, staring into the hazel eyes that had haunted his spank dreams and domestic dreams alike for months.

Steve's pupils were blown, his lips red, and his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Holy shit, he echoed.

"Holy shit," Eddie giggled. He shook Steve's face back and forth in his hands, causing the other boy to grin.

"Eddie, does this mean-?"

"I have a crush on you, you idiot. I have a huge crush on you and I want to play with your hair and shotgun with you and kiss you like every day forever," Eddie said.

"Holy shit," Steve laughed.

Then they were kissing again.

"Fucking finally!" Eddie heard Robin yell from the kitchen doorway.

Eddie and Steve broke apart to look back at all of their friends gathered there watching. They all wore various expressions of relief and smug knowing.

"I was getting soooo tired of the pining," Nancy said.

Robin threw up a hand and rolled her eyes. "The pining! Yes, thank you!"

"Thanks, Argyle," Jonathan said with a little smile. He tried to hand his friend a $5 bill but Argyle brushed away his offer with a lazy smile.

"No way, dude. No payment necessary. Flirting with Eduardo was no hardship, you know? I'm just glad you two finally got it together," he said. He was still holding the blunt.

Eddie grinned. Steve laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, face flushed in embarrassment. "Sorry for uh- getting jealous, man. Maybe I should be the one paying you. You really did me a favor. I was being such an idiot. I should have just told Eddie in the first place. Thanks for, you know, making me so jealous I confessed? I guess?"

Argyle took another drag and handed the blunt off to Robin. "No problem, brochacho. Happy to be of service. You know what? You all can just buy my pizzas for a week. Call it even."

"Uh, Argyle buddy," Jonathan said, "that's way more than the $5 I said I'd give you."

"Don't sweat it, man. I would have done it for free."

"...But you're not doing it for free?" Nancy said with a look of fond exasperation.