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A gift for the lovely and talented Joey (@matchingbatbites) as part of our STuad server holiday gift exchange! I hope you enjoy, and have a lovely new year <3
Based on the prompts: impact play, secret relationship, and "don't be mean to me." Fingers crossed I did them justice! Rated: E || 4.7k words || CW: impact play, unprotected sex Full tag list on ao3!
Eddie was going to combust. He was also debating whether he should plot Robinās untimely demise or send her a Thank You bouquet. Dressing up for their New Years party had been her idea, after all, and once she got Nancy on her side there was no swaying either of them, no matter how much the rest of them had hemmed and hawed. Eddie didnāt see a point to it; heād thought they were just calling it a New Years party as an excuse to hang out without the rugrats for once, but then Robin wanted to make it a party party. With champagne and shit. And fancy clothes.
Once Argyle had confirmed he could wear whatever colours he wanted, so long as the clothes were dressy, Eddie knew his fate was sealed. Heād been the biggestāand loudestānay-sayer, but with Jonathan, Steve, and Vickie being more or less neutral, his hard-fought battle against a dress code had been lost.
And jesus christ, is he ever glad he lost.
He got to Steveās place last after he hit up the liquor store, the three bottles of the cheapest sparkling wine in his arms bought with their pooled funds. They nearly smashed on the Harrington stoop when Steve opened the front door heād obnoxiously kicked looking like⦠well.
Steve owned a suit, apparently. A nice one. God, it must be tailored or some shit with how well it fit. His shoulders were so broad in the suit jacket, the black tie looking at home around Steveās throat under the pressed white collar. Black dress pants made his legs long. Even that signature swoop in his hair was perfectly coiffed. Eddieās eyes devoured the sight before him, and the first and foremost thought in his mind was that he wanted to get Steve out of that suit as soon as goddamn possible. Especially when Steve began to smirk at him knowingly.
His second thought was that he was so screwed.
Theyād been hooking up for a bit now, was the thing. It was new. They hadnāt told anyone yet because they wanted to keep it to themselves, figure it out a little, have fun before the kids learned about it and got nosy. When theyād started talking about going on dates, thoughāand if his past self knew heād be planning a date with Steve Harrington heād blow a gasketātheyād agreed to say something once New Years was over. But how the hell was Eddie going to keep his mouth shut, not to mention his hands to himself, when Steve looked like that!?
āYouāre wearing that?ā he hissed. āThis is cruel and unusual, Steve. This is torture. Why are you dressed like that when I canāt do anything about it!ā
Shrugging, Steve whispered, āItās my only suit, itās all I had to wear.ā
Eddie felt he was being too nonchalant about this and narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to complain more but then he heard Nancyās voice from inside. āWhat are you guys doing? Itās cold out!ā she said with a laugh, and Steve cocked an eyebrow and stepped aside so Eddie could come in.
Steve took the bottles so Eddie could get out of his coat, and he did notice, with no small amount of satisfaction, that Steveās eyes were on him too. Eddie might not have a tailored suit, but his black dress shirt and slacks fit him pretty damn well, he figured, and the way Steve was looking at him made it clear he thought the same. Eddie stuck his tongue out between his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows at Steve suggestively and earned a dark, desirous look from him that promised later and sent a thrill down Eddieās spine.
But later was getting harder and harder to wait for. As their little party went on, Steve found more ways to drive Eddie up the fucking wall, when heād rather be pushed into the wall, secrecy be damned.
It was all the little touches, the fleeting looks. Steve developed a habit of tugging on Eddieās belt loops when no one was looking, or the sleeve of his shirt; something that would grab Eddieās attention and pull him just a smidge closer. When theyād ended up sitting next to each other on the couch Steve gradually shifted into Eddieās space and their thighs kept touching, and Eddie couldnāt stop thinking about how it felt to have his legs tangled with Steveās in his bed. And then, when their eyes met, Eddie swore Steve would check him out. It was always quick, but he could practically feel it when Steve looked at his lips, or where his shirt collar was undone. Eddie went red every time.
Eventually Eddie decided to give as good as he got, though that may have also been fueled by the cheap wine. Heād watch Steve over the rim of his glass until Steve caught on and licked his lips when Steveās eyes flicked downward, only glancing away after a few seconds of holding his gaze. Letting his arm drape casually over the back of the couch so he could brush his fingers down the nape of Steveās neck was absolutely a risk, but it was worth it when Steveās breath hitched and he stumbled over his words. He was talking to Jonathan, though, who was high as a kite and didnāt notice. Hopefully.
They kept upping the ante all night and Eddie was a stiff breeze away from getting hard from all the tension by the time midnight crept up on the group. Five minutes before the countdown, Nancy herded them all out to Steveās backyard in a rush. The town stretched out in the distance, lights glittering in the dark winter night. An occasional screech and flash of colour from premature fireworks interrupted the anticipatory silence that hung over Hawkins. Vickie helped Robin uncork the last bottle of champagne, and the teens passed it around, refilling their glasses as they huddled close to fend off the cold.
āDid we really have to stand outside for this?ā Steve grumbled. He stood between Eddie and Robin and kept bumping shoulders with both of them.
āDuh, we canāt see the fireworks from inside, dingus,ā Robin said, even though she shivered the hardest out of all of them. Vickie was tucked into her side and had her arms wrapped around Robinās waist to try to keep warm.
Steve crossed his arms and glared out across the snowy lawn. āWe couldāve grabbed our coats at least.ā
āI did mean to give us more time to get ready, but itās too late now.ā Nancy looked at her watch. āTwo minutes until midnight.ā
When Eddie shoved his free hand in his pocket and shivered extra hard, Steve leaned into him, and it took every bit of willpower to not give in to the urge to rest his head on Steveās shoulder. Or kiss him. The idea of being openly affectionate with Steve made Eddie feel all fizzy inside in the best way. He was glad they were going to tell everyone after this. As fun as it had been, keeping this between themselves, he was getting tired of having to hide how he felt. He wanted their friends to know, wanted to touch and kiss his boyfrieāSteve without having to sneak around.
āAnyone got a wish they wanna make?ā Argyle asked, and everyone else shot him confused looks.
āI donāt think people make wishes on New Years,ā Jonathan said haltingly. āDo you mean resolutions?ā
āNah dude, I think wishes are better. Less pressure, yāknow?ā
Eddie tipped his head thoughtfully. āThatās a good point,ā he said, and Argyle beamed at him.
āYeah, that sounds like a nice idea.ā Vickie agreed. āWe should all think of a wish!ā
āJust donāt say what it is or it wonāt come true. Told my sister that I wished on a dandelion that my skateboard would never break but the next day it snapped likeāā Argyle mimed breaking something over his knee, complete with sound effects. āIt was a total bummer, man.ā
āWasnāt that the one you cracked and duct taped over?ā Jonathan asked, bloodshot eyes narrowed as he tried to remember.
āYeah, but like, with the good tape.ā
Nancy gave an amused, but pinched, smile when she said, āHalf a minute.ā
Steve shuffled and Eddie looked over at him. He was so unfairly handsome tonight, freckled cheeks and nose flushed from the chill, and though his hair wasnāt quite as perfect anymore it just made him look roguish. Eddie wanted to get his hands in it. He wanted to kiss Steve so much it hurt. Subtly, Eddie slipped his hand from his pocket and wiggled the tips of his fingers in-between Steveās, and Steve looked down at his feet to hide his smile, giving Eddieās fingers a brief squeeze.
His heart beat a rapid staccato in his chest and Eddie knew right then what he was going to wish for.
āTen seconds!ā Nancy announced, then counted down, and everyone joined in, grinning at each other excitedly. Five seconds, three, one, andā
A whole chorus of screeching, banging fireworks from the town almost drowned out their cheers of Happy New Year! A riot of colours burst across the sky, spilling over the untouched snow and lighting up their faces, and Eddie silently sent his wish up into the sky with them.
Steve didnāt look at anyone but him, his face soft with affection. And Eddie couldnāt take his eyes off Steve. The fireworks looked better reflected in his eyes anyway.
āHey, can you help me grab something from inside?ā Steve asked, and Eddie nodded frantically.
Robin snorted when Steve and Eddie scampered off, but Eddie paid her no mind. He was too busy following Steve through the house filled with the loud music theyād forgotten to turn off. When he realised they were heading upstairs, heat began to burn low in his belly and anticipation buzzed under his skin. He wasnāt sure if they were out of view yet, but he didnāt care, giving Steveās ass a light smack and smirking when Steve shot a glare over his shoulder. How could he be expected to resist? It was right in front of him!
They hurried down the hallway to Steveās room, and Eddie was barely through the doorway when Steve shut it and crowded him up against it to kiss him. Eddie groaned hungrily and parted his lips for Steveās tongue, the kiss turning messy with their enthusiasm. He felt Steve yanking his shirt out of his slacks and flinched, gasping, when Steveās cold fingers touched his scarred sides.
āBeen driving me nuts all night, Eds,ā Steve muttered against Eddieās lips, his hands inching up Eddieās shirt. āYou look so good all dressed up, god. When you touched my neck I almost caved and pinned you to the couch.ā
Eddie laughed. āI couldnāt help myself,ā he purred.
āYeah well, it was a dick move.ā Steve reached Eddieās chest and swiped his chilly thumb over Eddieās hardened nipple before pinching and rolling it, making him whimper. āKinda think I should get some payback for it.ā
āDonāt be mean to me, Stevie,ā Eddie said, but his tone was deliberately teasing even as he squirmed a bit under Steveās hands. He loved pressing his luck with Steve, pushing his buttons and seeing what it got him.
Steve arched an eyebrow, then shoved his knee between Eddieās thighs, pressing into Eddieās rapidly hardening cock. His mouth fell open and he rocked into the pressure. But then Steveās hands grabbed him by the hips and held him still, pinned to the door, and Eddie whined.
āYou teased me all night, and you think Iāll make it easy for you?ā Steve smirked before he leaned down to kiss Eddieās collarbones, nipping at Eddieās skin to make him twitch ineffectually in his grip. All the while, he kept lightly grinding his thigh against Eddieās dick, barely enough movement to taunt him.
Eddie groaned. āYou teased me too!ā
Steve slapped Eddieās thigh and the shock of it, more than the light sting of it, made Eddie bite his lip to muffle a moan. āYou made it worse,ā Steve whispered into his ear as he soothed the spot heād slapped with a gentle touch. āSo yeah, Iām gonna be a little mean.ā
Teeth caught his earlobe and Eddie shuddered, unable to contain a triumphant grin. Holy shit, he was excited for this. He fucking loved it when this side of Steve came out to play.
Straightening up, Steve let go of Eddieās hips to work at the knot in his tie. āRide my thigh,ā he said as the knot came free and he whipped the tie off, flinging it somewhere into the room. Eddie nodded and started rolling his hips. The relief at being able to move was almost as powerful as the surge of arousal he felt at the command. His slacks were tight over his cock but the friction was so delicious. Steveās strong thigh kept Eddieās legs apart enough that he had to brace himself on Steveās shoulders. It gave him enough stability to really grind, and jesus christ, between all the flirting and teasing and touching all night, and this, Eddie could already feel his orgasm building. Shit.
And the way Steve looked wasnāt helping anything. A lock of hair had come free over his forehead, making him look more artfully dishevelled, and Steve had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, dark curls of hair peeking out. Eddie wanted to eat him, be eaten by him. He dug his fingers into Steveās shoulders and pulled him into a demanding kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing his low moan.
While they kissed, Steve made quick work of Eddieās shirt, and as soon as it was gone Steveās hands were on him again, greedy and grasping. One wide palm held the back of his head, tugging lightly at his hair, and the other guided Eddieās hips faster. Heat blazed in his gut and Eddieās desperate grinding was starting to lose its tempo.
āS-Steve, oh fuck, gonna come in my pants i-if I keep going,ā Eddie rasped.
āYou can keep going a little longer,ā Steve replied, no, insisted.
āI canāt,ā Eddie whined. Steve slapped his thigh again, harder this time, and Eddieās whine went embarrassingly high and reedy.
āMight have to be a little mean if you canāt keep going. Do you want that, baby?ā
Oh yes he fucking did. āYes, yes, fuck, Steve, yes I do,ā he babbled, and Steve clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. But all Eddie saw in his face was devoted hunger, hazel eyes intense with it, making something swoop in Eddieās gut.
āYour choice,ā Steve said casually. Then he slapped him again, on the same, still stinging spot, and Eddie threw his head back as he came soundlessly, making a mess of his boxers, immediately feeling warm and sticky as he gasped for air and clung to Steve.
Steve held him through it, made sure his head didnāt smash into the door, muttering, āSo pretty when you come, Eddie. Couldnāt help it, could you? Sāokay. Youāll make it up to me.ā
āI will, I will Steve, whatever you want.ā
āGood boy,ā Steve said, low and confident. Eddie shivered at the words and his eager groan was silenced when Steve kissed him, taking him by the hand and leading him with teasing, bitey kisses to the bed.
Eddieās knees hit the bed and he let himself fall, bouncing on the eyesore of a duvet and quickly scrambling to get his slacks off, cringing at the way his cum made his boxers stick to him. At least he had a spare pair here. Steve grabbed the lube from his nightstand and chucked it onto the bed, then stood between Eddieās legs and stared, swallowing at the sight of Eddie sprawled out on his bed. Smirking, Eddie spread his legs further, tilting his chin back as he tossed his hair. Seeing Steve still fully clothed, in a suit no less, hard cock bulging in his dress pants while Eddie was bare fucking naked below him made Eddie feel electric. He wiggled a little just to ease the frisson skittering along his nerves.
āLike what you see?ā he asked.
Reaching out, Steve trailed his big fingers along the sensitive skin of Eddieās inner thigh reverently, goosebumps rising in his wake. āAlways do.āĀ
How Steve managed to sound turned on and sincere, Eddie had no idea, but it made his heart do flips in his chest.
Steve started slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as his eyes lingered over Eddieās body. āTurn over for me,ā he said, and Eddie obeyed quickly, getting on his knees and elbows. Stretching out across the blankets, he looked over his shoulder at Steve and wiggled his ass in the air.
āCāmon Stevie,ā he urged, drawing out the syllables, āI wanna know what youāre planning in that pretty head of yours.ā
āJesus, youāre impatient.ā Steve shook his head, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips and he did speed up. Once undressedāand Eddie would never get over the sight of Steve naked, or the sheer size of his cock, jesus christāhe stepped closer to the bed and yanked Eddie in by his hips, making him yelp. āMaybe you should ask me politely,ā he said.
āPretty please, Stevie, with a cherry on tāaah!ā
The slap to his asscheek rang out in the room, the sting radiating out all warm and tingly. Eddie made a short, whiny noise as his dick gave a valiant twitch. There was a click from behind him and Eddie jumped when he felt cold lube drip over his hole, then down his taint. Steve dragged his thumb through it, then rubbed soothingly over the ring of muscle.
āCount them for me.ā
Eddie nodded and counted that first slap, then the next two, alternating sides each time. Steve kept massaging his hole, then pressing in gently when Eddie relaxed between each smack. By the fifth slap Eddieās cheeks were prickling painfully, and his cock started to fill out again, hanging heavy between his legs and twitching almost painfully at every slap. He knew his pale skin must be so red.
Steve paused and brushed his free hand over Eddieās heated, sore skin. āYou doing okay, Eds?ā
āYep, oh yeah, so fucking okay,ā he breathed, āgreen, golden, whatever. Iām so good.ā
Laughing, Steve bent over and kissed the small of Eddieā back. āSuch a good boy for me, baby. Now keep counting.ā
With each smack, Eddie felt his belly tighten further and further. He was so fucking aroused heād began to writhe and rock back onto Steveās thumb, then his fingers when he started stretching Eddie, prepping him. By the time they got to nine, Eddie was shaking, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
āOh god, Steve, please, I want you to fuck me already, please please please,ā he begged.
āI dunno. You think youāve made it up to me yet?ā
Another slap, and Eddie sobbed out, āTen! Yes, please Stevie, Iāve been good!ā
Steveās fingers pulled out of Eddieās hole and he sobbed again, clenching around nothing. āYouāre okay, Eds, you have been good, Iāve got you,ā Steve reassured. There was a wet sound, and soon enough the blunt head of Steveās slicked-up cock pressed against Eddieās stretched hole. He rubbed his clean hand down along the curve of Eddieās spine, the tender touch almost overwhelming in comparison to the hot pain in his cheeks. āReady?ā Steve asked.
āGod yes.ā
Eddie muffled his guttural moan in the covers as Steve pushed in, also groaning in relief. And he didnāt waste much time. Eddie was loose enough that Steveās short, sharp thrusts brought them flush together with little effort, though Eddie still felt stretched out and so fucking full. They stayed like that for a moment, adjusting to the feeling together. The way Steve breathed, heavy and quick, told Eddie that he was getting control of himself. That Steve was close to coming just from slapping him around made him grin and squeeze around his cock like a tease.
āEddie, thatās unfair,ā Steve grunted and grabbed a small handful of ass in retaliation. Pain burned deliciously under his hand.
āSorry, sweetheart,ā Eddie said only a tiny bit insincerely. He felt Steve laugh more than he heard it.
Then Steve started to move again. The slow drag of his cock made Eddie shudder, able to feel every vein before he plunged back in again. Groaning low in his throat, Steve said, āFuck, Eddie, wish you could see yourself.ā Both his hands grabbed at Eddieās ass, and he jerked and whimpered at the pain. āSo pretty and red.ā
Eddie just whined wordlessly, and Steveās thrusts sped up. Fists white-knuckled in the covers, he rocked back eagerly, desperate for the feeling rising like a tide about to crash over him. Steveās cock felt so fucking good, but then Steve got a knee up on the mattress and he draped himself over Eddieās back and the angle drove him right into Eddieās prostate, over and over. Eddie couldnāt help the sweet, needy cries that tumbled out of his mouth as his pleasure mounted.
Fingers entwined with his. It was Steveās favourite thing to do during sex and itād quickly become Eddieās too. One more point of connection, a soft gesture no matter how hard they were fucking each other, and it made Eddie melt every time. He squeezed Steveās fingers, maybe a little too hard, but Steve just fucked him faster, the sound of skin slapping against sweaty skin mingling with their moaning.
āSteve, gonna come, soon, holy shit. T-touch me? Please, want you to touch me,ā Eddie said.
āMe too, god, Iāve got you.ā
Reaching down, Steve wrapped his hand around Eddieās aching, dripping cock and jerked him in time with his thrusts. Eddie was fucking overwhelmed. Steveās hand, Steveās cock, he didnāt know which feeling to chase, couldnāt tell the difference as he sped towards the crest of his climax. Fresh tears sprang to his eyes, his legs shook, the only anchor he had was Steveās hand in his and he clung to it as he moaned Steveās name.
āIām so close, wanna come with you,ā Steve begged raggedly. āCome for me, Eddie, please baby.ā
The urgency in his voice and the way Steveās rhythm grew sloppy and rough pushed Eddie over the edge finally, gloriously. His orgasm crashed over him and he came with a choked cry, rutting into Steveās grip as he spilled on the duvet. Steveās forehead dropped onto Eddieās back and with a few hard pumps of his hips he came too, warm and deep inside Eddie.
Eddieās legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed, grunting when Steve came down with him. They both laughed breathlessly, and Steve rolled off him, lazily scooting up the bed and trying to pull Eddie along too. Though he felt like a limp noodle, Eddie gave in and fumbled his way up and into Steveās sweaty arms. Head resting on his chest, Eddie could hear how Steveās heartbeat steadily slowed to something calm, and could feel his own slow to match.
Music was still blasting downstairs, and fireworks were still going off here and there outside. One flashed close to Steveās window, a shower of green and gold that lit up Steveās gorgeous eyes.
āHappy New Year, Steve,ā he whispered.
Smiling, Steve kissed Eddie sweet and slow, then said, āHappy New Year, Eddie.ā
Eddie returned the smile, but it grew into something cheeky when he got an awful idea. He saw the suspicion grow across Steveās face. āI guess we, uh⦠really started the year off with a bang,ā he said, and Steveās head fell back onto his pillow with a pained groan.
When they both woke up, Steve eventually managed to coax Eddie out of bed so they could get breakfast started for everyone. It didnāt take much coaxing when he reminded Eddie that he planned to make french toast just for him. Dressed in Steveās borrowed pyjamas, Eddie blearily trudged downstairs with him.
Their friends must have found their ways to the various guest rooms, because the living room and kitchen were empty. It looked like half of the mess from last night had been tidied, and Eddie shook his head with a smile when he imagined Nancy trying to clean before being convinced to go to bed.
Eddie took up his usual spot, seated on the counterādespite the soreness from last nightāand mostly out of the way while Steve got everything together. He looked so soft in the light and his old, worn Hawkins High Basketball shirt, his hair ravaged by sleep. Sighing, Eddie propped his chin in his hand as he watched him move around the kitchen.
Steve caught him staring and put his hands on his hips. āWhat?ā
āYouāre just sooo handsome,ā Eddie cooed, āIād eat you for breakfast instead.ā He snapped his teeth and Steve snorted and rolled his eyes as he closed the distance between them.
āProbably healthier to eat french toast,ā he said. Hands on the counter at either side of Eddieās knees, Steve looked up at Eddie. āAnd Robin would kill you for killing me.ā
Clicking his tongue, Eddie tilted his head in agreement. āYep. Probably. Sheād have to enact some sort of best friend revenge clause if I murdered you and I donāt think I want to incur the Wrath of Buckley.ā
āI donāt recommend it. Sheās clumsy but if she does manage to land a hit she can kinda pack a punch.ā
Eddie leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows, letting out a low, suggestive hum. āSo do you,ā he said, and even though Steve rolled his eyes again he also smiled. He barely had to tip his chin up to reach Eddieās lips, and they traded a few kisses in the quiet morning sunlight. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steveās neck, his hands inevitably finding their way into Steveās hair.
They were both so distracted that they didnāt notice someone walk into the kitchen.
āMorning, brochachos,ā Argyle said cheerily, and Steve and Eddie jumped away from each other, red faced and wide eyed. āOh shit, sorry, didnāt mean to interrupt the love fest!ā
āWh-huh?ā Eddie said eloquently.
āItāsāuh,ā Steve followed up.
Robin peered around the doorway next. āYou two done or are you gonna burn breakfast?ā
āItās not gonna burn, Robs,ā Steve frowned, but then said, āwait. Why arenāt you freaking out?ā
The flat look Robin gave him made Eddie snort, even if it was kind of about him, too. āYouāre kidding, right? I had my suspicions, Steve, but last night confirmed everything. You couldnāt keep your eyes off each other all night, it was ridiculous. And then the whole, ācan you help me grab something from insideā thing was the most obvious excuse ever.ā
āAnd you didnāt come back down after that,ā Nancy said as she and Jonathan walked in. āMorning, Eddie.ā
āUh. Uh-huh. Good morning. So, hold on, none of you care?ā Eddie asked.
āLike I said, kind of already knew. We were just waiting for you to tell us,ā Robin said as she poured coffee into two mugs. āI gotta tell Vickie exactly how right I was, be right back. And the french toast is burning, Steve.ā Steve swore and jogged over to the stove.
Jonathan pulled a mug out of the cupboard as he spoke next. āI think itās great you guys are boyfriends. Itās a good fit, yāknow?ā
Eddieās heart thumped and he looked at Steve, who turned around from trying to save the first batch of breakfast from incendiary doom. Steveās cheeks were a little red, and he was smiling shyly. Shrugged a bit, like a question. Beaming at him, Eddie said, āYeah. Boyfriends. I think itās great too.ā
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