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He took a photo and sent it to his other boyfriend:

Eddie bit his lip. Shit. He should be able to wrangle Stevie himself, right?

His boyfriend didn’t reply for a few minutes, eventually sending a thumbs up. Eddie swallowed his nerves. He’d be fine! Tommy had enough shit to deal with right now, he didn’t need to clean up any messes Eddie had created for himself. His boyfriend didn’t need to see the worst of him, not yet.

He hadn’t been fourteen-year old Eddie in a long time, that distracted fidgety mess of a kid who was so angry at the world. His guidance counselor calling Wayne in for a meeting and handing the two of them a pamphlet on ADHD had been a first step towards something new. But folks in his hometown had long memories. Didn’t matter if Wayne had taken him in and made sure he got his act together enough to graduate, or if he earned a full ride to a state college. They all saw Eddie as screw up Al Munson’s miniature screw up in waiting, ready to follow in his daddy’s footprints any minute.

Getting out of Hawkins had probably saved his life. No one on this campus got to know about his dad’s prison sentence, or that Wayne lived in a trailer park, or hell, even that he took Adderall, without Eddie telling them first.

And he was gonna get there with Tommy and Steve…someday. Well okay, they saw him taking his fucking pill in the morning when he stayed over, so that last one wasn’t a secret anymore. But the rest? He was gonna keep his mouth shut for the time being around them and their silver-spooned brothers. Eddie could enjoy being their drug-dealer turned adopted stray for a little longer.

A snuffle from Stevie pushed him back out of his mind. Shit, right. He had a puppy to get home. Eddie ruffled Stevie’s hair some more and considered his options.

In the end, he let his puppy sleep for another hour. Steve was still out of it when he woke up, but he had climbed back out of his doggy headspace enough that Eddie was able to corral him back home with an arm over his shoulder. Anyone looking at them would’ve assumed the two of them were hungover. Weird for so early in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but not out of the question for someone sporting a ΣΑΧ snapback.

A couple brothers looked up when they stumbled in through the front door.

“Y’know if Tommy’s back yet?” Eddie wheezed. Stupid fucking hill this stupid fucking frat house had to be built on top of.

The blonde guy on the left of the couch nodded. Eddie recognized him as the one who always lost his shirt at parties and bragged about all the T.A.’s he was banging…was his name Benny? Billy? Something like that.

“Just missed him.” Benny-or-maybe-just-Bill smirked. “Looked pretty wiped. Tell him if he’s too tired, I’ll take care of his mutt for the night. Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch. Maybe you’ll pick up some training tips.”

Eddie swallowed a scowl.

“Maybe next Friday, dude .” Asshole.

Ignoring the snickering, Eddie turned and practically dragged Steve up the stairs and into Tommy’s room.

As soon as he caught sight of his other owner, Stevie immediately dropped back down to all fours and ran over to Tommy.

Tommy laughed and fended off his puppy’s ‘kisses.’

“Down, Stevie! I missed you too puppy.”

Fuck.

Eddie’s already bad mood intensified. It was obvious who Stevie preferred, and not like he didn’t have plenty of people lining up to take Tommy’s place. What was the point in competing with any of them?

Caught up in his own head, Eddie didn’t notice Tommy making his way over to the door until his boyfriend was dragging him further inside.

“Thanks for taking care of the sneaky fucker for me. He didn’t give you too much trouble, right? I should’ve noticed Steve wasn’t sleeping. He tried to pull this shit last year around the same time too.”

When Eddie didn’t answer, Tommy gave him a look.

“Dude, helllooo?”

“What?” The snap came out reflexively. Tommy raised his eyebrows while giving Stevie some scritches behind his ear that the puppy was really leaning into.

“Ouch, didn’t realize you were in a bitchy mood too.”

If he’d been feeling better, the tease wouldn’t have come off as a barb that stuck under his skin. Today was not that day.

“Well I won’t darken your fucking doorstep anymore,” Eddie muttered, turning to go. Tommy grabbed for his shoulder.

“Just sleep it off here Eds, you keep saying you want to steal my mattress. I’ll take care of Stevie now, you don’t have to worry.”

Tommy’s bed was a lot comfier than the bed in his apartment. Eddie loved taking naps on that mattress. But his boyfriend standing there so confident, so self-assured, made him furious. Not even sleep deprived from his exam, or worried about splitting his attention between his real boyfriend and a screw up who was only good enough to sub in once in a while.

“Yeah, guess you fucking have to be better at everything, huh?” He bat away Tommy’s hand and turned again, only to find himself hauled around by the back of his shirt. “Hey fuck off—”

“Nope,” Tommy interrupted. “Sit down and shut up.” He shoved Eddie backwards until his butt hit the side of the bed, then full on climbed on top of him. All the air left his body with an ‘ ooof! ’ Before Eddie knew it, he was pinned against the mattress.

“You do know you’re kinda heavy right?” he wheezed.

“Don't really care," Tommy said, busy grabbing Eddie’s wrists to fully immobilize him. "I’m not moving until you’re over whatever the fuck this is.”

Eddie tried to kick out but his skinny legs were no match for someone who played a sport four times a week. He sat there stewing in his annoyance for a few minutes but…g-ddamnit. The weight and warmth of Tommy’s body was kind of soothing. His feet got further squished in while Stevie settled into the improvised puppy pile.

With a deep breath, Eddie let himself sink into the bed. Tommy bonked his head against Eddie’s.

“Better now?”

“…Yeah. Thanks.”

His boyfriend gave him a soft kiss.

“Whatever bullshit it was telling you, tell your brain to fuck off, ‘kay?” It took all of his willpower not to immediately turn into a pile of goo. Stevie gave a little wuff as he pawed at Eddie’s jeans. “See, the puppy says so too.”

At the attention, their puppy barked excitedly.

“Aww, is someone feeling left out?” Tommy crooned down at him, before glancing back towards Eddie. “You up to playing now? Think this one still has some energy to get out.” Eddie nodded, ready to push the focus back off his issues for a while and help Stevie settle better. His boyfriend grinned and gave him a much more forceful kiss in return. Okay, yeah, little Eddie was definitely ready to play now.

“Go get your collar Stevie,” Tommy ordered.

Their puppy immediately scampered off towards the trunk that held his toys. Eddie was mildly impressed that he managed to nudge the top open with just his teeth and nose. On all fours, the sides of the trunk came up to Stevie’s shoulders. He had to tilt his whole upper body in to search, leaving his ass and legs comically dangling in the air. After a few seconds, their puppy yipped triumphantly and tossed his collar out. He fell back onto the floor in a mass of flailing limbs.

Once Stevie re-oriented himself and had his prize in hand (or more accurately, in mouth), he raced over to deposit his collar in front of Eddie, looking up expectantly.

“Oh, umm…” he flushed, glancing at Tommy. “Can I?”

His boyfriend smirked.

“You know he’s trying to butter you up, right? Cause someone ,” Tommy slipped into a singsong high-pitched voice as he pinched their puppy’s cheek, “knows he’s been naughty today. Get naked puppy. Now.”

Stevie shed his clothes lightning fast and sat back on his haunches at Eddie’s feet, bowing his head for him for the second time that day. Eddie slipped off the dog tags and replaced them with Stevie’s collar, fumbling with the clasp in his haste.

Their puppy sighed, turning to nuzzle his face into his legs. Eddie couldn’t help but melt from the sweetness, reaching down to scratch at Stevie’s scalp.

“Oh sure, now that you get what you want you’re behaving,” Tommy complained. “Sorry, puppy, you know the rules. Now, stand and present.”

Stevie pouted, but got back on all fours and arched his back. He spread his legs wide, exposing his balls and hole, as a pink flush slowly spread across his body. Tommy moaned appreciatively. Their puppy turned his head to smirk as he swayed his ass back and forth a little. G-d, Stevie was such a vain attention-seeking diva.

He was also already half-hard from this little bit of show-boating. Tommy moved quickly, lubing up a silicon cock ring to sit just beneath the head of his dick. A matching band fit just above his balls, stretching them out away from his body. Eddie shivered as Stevie woofed happily, knowing firsthand from experience (thanks to a very enlightening weekend spent under Tommy’s hands) how intense orgasms felt with them on, even if their puppy would have to work a little harder to get there.

Once Stevie was properly collared everywhere, Eddie squirted some cold lube without warning directly over their puppy’s hole, enjoying both the shocked yip he got in response and Tommy’s snorting laughter.

He took his time to tease, stroking his fingers along all of the gorgeous skin presented in front of him. As he passed it, Eddie’d let the tip of his thumb just barely catch on Stevie’s rim. Their puppy whined and bucked around, trying to force it deeper.

“Hey, bad puppy, stay!” Tommy swatted at Stevie’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Be happy Eddie’s being so nice, I wouldn’t give you anything after how much of a brat you were to him this afternoon.”

Eddie jumped and moved his hands away, feeling guilty.

“Shit, should I leave him alone?” Tommy cocked an eyebrow.

“Why? He’s yours too. Do what you want to him.” Their puppy woofed and laid his face on Eddie’s feet. Tommy smirked and gestured down as if to say see ?

Eddie flushed a little at the sign of support from both of them and nodded, picking back up with only light touches. He kept at it until Stevie was a whining slobbering mess, barely able to hold back from humping the air. It was only then that he finally picked up the tail-shaped butt plug and gently pushed it into their puppy’s waiting asshole.

Stevie barked and groaned at the intrusion, relaxing his muscles and rocking back and forth on the plug to pleasure himself. Eddie now knew he could take much bigger and thicker dildos, but the curved rubber tail brushing against their puppy’s ass with every movement drove him further and further into that warm fuzzy headspace.

“There you go sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “Finally filled up the way you wanted?”

Their puppy whined, looking up with big sad eyes. Tommy snorted.

“Upset he didn’t fuck you with that nice thick dick of his first then plug you up?” he taunted. “Not tonight Stevie, you are being punished. Speaking of—” His other boyfriend tossed the remote to the tail’s vibrator towards Eddie. He squeaked in surprise at the projectile, only barely managing to catch it. Stupid frat bros and their jock reflexes. Tommy just laughed again.

“Don’t you go giving me a look too, you caught it, didn’t you?”

“I only quit smoking a month ago, don’t expect to turn me into an athlete anytime soon,” Eddie grumbled. He held up the remote. “What did you have in mind with this?”

“Well,” Tommy wandered over and slipped his hands underneath Eddie’s shirt to toy with his nipple piercing. Eddie let out a happy groan of his own. “Stevie still needs to get his spanking. Why don’t you lose your clothes? Enjoy the show, and keep our puppy on the edge.”

His boyfriend played with his nipples for a long torturous minute before walking back towards Stevie. He grinned at the sight of Eddie’s dick straining within the confines of his tight jeans, a wet patch just barely visible through the denim.

“Don’t come yet, got plans for you tonight too.”

Eddie groaned but nodded. He flew out of his clothes and leapt onto the bed as Tommy settled in on the beat up loveseat in the corner and beckoned Stevie over.

Their puppy crawled over reluctantly, whimpering the whole way. He cowered at Tommy’s feet, trying to appear as pathetic as possible. The groveling might have worked, had he not also glanced back at Eddie and stuck his butt higher in the air. Eddie had to stifle a laugh.

"Come on Stevie, don't give me that," Tommy snapped. "You know the rules. Dogs don't get to make decisions, their owners do. Get up here. Don't make me say it again." He pointed to his lap.

Stevie scrambled up then went limp. He obediently let Tommy arrange him so that he was stretched out over the sofa, his ass centered directly over his owner's thighs.

"There you go. See, it's not hard to be good, is it Stevie?" Tommy ruffled a hand through their puppy's hair, mussing it up and chuckling at the disgruntled huff he got in response.

G-d, the way he looked at Stevie, cheeks flushed and eyes soft, made Eddie's heart clench. His fingers itched to capture this moment in a song, so other people could get just a taste of the intimacy. But. He shouldn't be intruding on such a private moment between the two of them, right? He couldn’t hope to ever have Tommy look at him like that and—

“You gonna use the vibe on him, or want me to start first?”

Huh? Oh right. Belatedly Eddie realized the remote was cutting into his hand from the way he’d been holding it in a death grip this whole time.

Tommy finally glanced in his direction. And look, Eddie knew he was a terrible liar. Wayne had always said he wore his heart fluttering around right there on his sleeve. But he couldn’t help but feel caught out when his boyfriend quirked an eyebrow and gestured for him to join them on the sofa.

Stevie lifted his head enough for Eddie to slide his way into the empty seat, giving a happy little wuff now that he was positioned over both of them. He settled down to bury his nose in Eddie’s crotch, enthusiastically licking at his dick and balls with that heavenly tongue.

Tommy reached over to stroke his thumb against Eddie’s cheek.

“Guess the puppy wasn’t the only one who needed attention, huh.”

“Mhm.” Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into his boyfriend’s hand, basking in the affection. At least until he remembered he was still holding the remote. Again.

He finally turned the switch on. Stevie, in the middle of slobbering all over his ballsack trying to take everything into his mouth at once, gave an adorable squeal in surprise, and kept wriggling around as Eddie steadily increasing the vibe’s intensity.

His boyfriend caught his eye and grinned. Without warning, he brought his hand down on their puppy with a loud smack . Stevie jolted and cried out, his ass jiggling from the impact. Tommy wasn’t moved by the reaction.

“I barely touched you pup, shush.” He began to rain down blow after blow.

The sight of their puppy’s ass slowly growing redder was driving Eddie insane. Worse, all those little noises coming out of his mouth as he squirmed around vibrated right against Eddie’s dick.

With a lot of effort, Eddie only just managed to pull himself back from the edge.

Tommy saw him panting and paused his spanking. He grabbed one of Eddie’s hands and laid it on top of Stevie’s ass cheeks. Heat practically radiated off of them from the dark red blooming underneath his fingers.

His boyfriend winked at him before grabbing their puppy’s hair and yanking his head up. Stevie yelped, those pretty eyes shut tight from pain. Tommy waited until he opened them again to address him:

“Bad news pup, you distracted Eddie so much that I lost count watching. Guess I’ll have to restart. Poor thing,” he said with a fake condescending pout. “That mouth is always getting you into trouble, isn’t it. Maybe you should do something useful with it.”

He shoved Stevie’s head back down into Eddie’s crotch and started up again, steadily increasing the tempo of his strikes now that their puppy had been properly warmed up.

Obediently, Stevie opened his mouth and swallowed Eddie’s dick down. Every smack from Tommy urged him further and further, until their puppy’s nose was brushing against Eddie’s pubes. Once again, it took everything in Eddie’s power not to cum then and there from the warmth squeezing him tight. Tommy had mentioned that the two of them spent a good couple months training away Steve’s gag reflex and fuck , wasn’t Eddie a lucky bastard to reap their hard work.

He closed his eyes, resigned to the orgasm barreling towards him, when Tommy abruptly stood up, dumping Stevie off his lap in the process. Their puppy was caught off guard and went flying, landing on the floor with a yelp.

Laughing, his boyfriend finally started to take off his clothes.

“Sorry, but he was getting you too close. I told you, I’ve got plans involving your dick tonight.”

Eddie swallowed hard. His eyes traced over Tommy’s bare shoulders and chest, strong and built up from years of playing lacrosse. Unlike their puppy’s comparative jungle, Tommy’s chest only grew a smattering of hair. But there was more than enough for Eddie to run his greedy hands through it and enjoy the soft texture.

Pushing down his pants and briefs in one go, Tommy’s dick sprung free from its imprisonment to stick straight out. He really did have freckles everywhere. One of these days Eddie wanted to lick over each and every one of them.

“Like what you see Munson?” Oops, he’d been caught. Even worse, Tommy was using a jock nickname on him. Fifteen year-old Eddie would have been betrayed by how much it was doing it for him.

Eddie nodded, bouncing up to give Tommy a sloppy kiss. He returned the favor, only stopping to grab Eddie’s hand and gathering them both up in a fist, still kinda slick with remnants of lube.

Tommy directed him through a few rough strokes. Eddie moaned into his shoulder, finally giving into his own urge to bite and suck at the sun-speckled skin there.

A wuff coming from the floor interrupted his one-track thoughts. Stevie tried to hump their legs, only for Tommy to push him onto his back. His boyfriend chuckled as their puppy laid there pouting.

“What, you thought your punishment was over already? Not yet, Stevie. You’re going in your cage so your owners can have some fun together. That’s right, I’m the one who gets to ride Eddie for as long as I want tonight.” Their puppy whined in frustration.

Without hesitation, Tommy grabbed the back of Stevie’s collar and hauled him up so they were eye to eye.

“Behave,” he hissed. “We’re being nice, and letting you watch. Eddie and I could always go back to his place instead. Is that what you want? Locked up, all alone for the rest of the night?” Stevie shook his head and pawed at Tommy’s shirt, gasping a little for air.

Eddie grabbed ahold of their puppy’s shoulders and gently brought him down to the floor. Stevie curled up in his lap but couldn’t stay still, panting heavily and giving half-aborted little thrusts every few seconds. His dick twitched against Eddie’s thigh. Shit, he might gotten closer to coming than they wanted him to be right now.

He turned the vibrator down to a lower setting, enough to keep Stevie hard and wanting, but not in active danger. Their puppy moaned and burrowed deeper into Eddie’s arms. Tears and snot got smeared over his chest, but he didn’t mind.

“It’s okay sweetheart, shhh.” Eddie stroked the soft hairs on their puppy’s nape. “You’re being such a good boy, taking your punishment so well. Just a little more, it’s almost over.”

Tommy pressed a kiss to Stevie’s forehead.

“Think he’s good?”

Their puppy had quieted, his breathing no longer as labored. Eddie nodded.

In response, his boyfriend tilted his chin to stick his tongue in his mouth. When they parted, Tommy smirked at his dazed expression.

“Guess you’re good too. Put that one in his cage.” He sauntered over to his bed and grabbed the lube. “Come on, hurry up, I wanna feel full already.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his chest watching Tommy slick up two fingers on one hand and use the other to push a buttcheek to the side. His exposed asshole, adorned with a ring of freckles, greedily took one finger then another. The wet schlick s as he pumped in and out of himself filled the air, and Eddie’s dick was so hard it could cut glass.

A little moan underneath his feet reminded him of the task Tommy had left to him. Looking down, Eddie could see Stevie was similarly affected: his tongue was out and steadily dripping drool everywhere. If he didn’t act quickly, their puppy was probably thirty seconds away from leaping onto the bed and trying to take Tommy from behind.

Eddie tore his eyes away from his boyfriend’s ass, and ran over to the big dog cage in the corner.

“C’mere Stevie!” Eddie patted his legs and pointed to the plush dog bed inside. “Come on sweetheart, be a good boy, we’ll let you out soon, I promise,” he added hastily, seeing the dubious look on their puppy’s face.

Stevie took as circuitous a route as he could take, but eventually made his way over to the cage. He licked at Eddie’s hand, pleading with those expressive eyes of his. Eddie just barely restrained himself from giving in, and held the cage door open wider. Stevie huffed his displeasure. With his nose high in the air, he stepped into the cage, the picture of regal grace.

Their puppy occupied himself with getting comfy as Eddie locked him inside the cage. It was adorable the way he turned around a few times before curling up on himself, knees held close to his chest. The feigned nonchalance of the pose was ruined when Stevie peeked an eye open to make sure someone was still watching though.

It was Eddie’s turn to snort at this new tactic.

“Okay, yup, you totally don’t care sweetheart.”

A moan from Tommy called his attention back to the bed. Walking backwards, Eddie fiddled with the remote to give their puppy a taste of the vibe’s highest setting. Stevie yelped, limbs flying everywhere for a moment from the unexpected intensity. He glared at Eddie even as his hips ground down involuntarily.

Eddie giggled, giving their puppy a teasing grin. He set the remote to give random hard pulses, just to be a little mean. If Stevie wanted attention, he was going to have to work for it.

By the time Eddie rejoined him on the bed, Tommy was already three fingers deep in his own ass.

“Took you long enough, jeez,” he panted. “Come up here and fuck me already.”

Eddie didn’t need any more urging, and grabbed a condom, nearly tearing it in half in his haste to get the packet open.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tommy trying not to laugh, which only made his fumbling worse, of course. Eventually his boyfriend smacked his hands away.

“That’s it, we’re all getting tested this week,” Tommy muttered mostly to himself as he rolled down a fresh one onto Eddie’s dick. A couple quick pumps had Eddie whimpering too, already close to coming again. “So eager to please, huh? Well here’s how you make me happy Eddie-baby.”

His boyfriend pushed Eddie down onto his back then moved to hover right over his dick. Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Tommy’s muscles barely even moved as he effortlessly held the position. Stupid hot athlete boyfriend with his stupid hot abs.

Tommy moved in close, his breath tickling Eddie’s ear as he whispered: “I want to come on your dick tonight, and only from your dick. Doesn’t matter how much you beg me to stop, not gonna until that happens. Got it?”

Eddie swallowed hard. His dick twitched with every heartbeat, way too interested in what his boyfriend wanted. He was half tempted to beg for a cock ring of his own. Stevie had more than one after all.

As if he could hear his thoughts, their puppy gave another pitiful whimper as the tail kicked up again. Tommy didn’t react in the slightest. He just stared down, chest rising and falling evenly as he waited for an answer. The flush slowly spreading across his cheeks was the only tell that he was even a little bit affected.

A drop of precum landed on Eddie’s stomach. Okay, maybe there were a few more signs.

Tommy’s dick was sticking straight out, and his hole gaped, still loose from his fingers and practically begging to be stuffed full and…oh fuck it. Eddie had always been a competitive little shit anyway.

“I can definitely do that,” he said, putting as much false bravado into his words as possible. Sure, doing theater in high school meant he was forever labeled a dork, but did come in handy for moments like this.

His boyfriend smirked.

“Good.”

Without any warning, he slid halfway way down Eddie’s dick in one smooth movement. All of the air escaped his lungs from the sudden tight heat.

“Don’t even think about coming Munson,” Tommy panted.

The next however many minutes were the longest who knows how long period of time in Eddie’s life. He held onto the sheets for dear life while his boyfriend rode him hard and fast. Eddie could feel his balls drawing up almost past the point of no return when Tommy reached down to pinch at his nipple piercing again, and it was all over. As soon as he finished twitching, his boyfriend pulled off. He tore off the now used condom, pulled a new one down, and remounted Eddie before he could blink, much less have his dick flag.

“I told you,” Tommy panted. “I’m not gonna stop if you come, so don’t bitch and moan too much.”

He winced and moaned anyway, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Not that it mattered though. By the time Tommy groaned and came all over their stomaches, he’d squeezed another mind shattering orgasm out of Eddie.

Tommy flopped over, still trying to catch his breath. Eddie beamed from where he’d melded into the mattress, happy that he’d managed to make his jock boyfriend work that hard.

Belatedly, he became aware of their puppy whining and whimpering in the corner.

“Don’t worry Stevie,” Tommy called out. “Gonna let you out now, as soon as someone gets his legs back.” Their puppy did not stop his begging, the little brat.

Still, he had been in the cage and teased mercilessly for a long while. Eddie blindly fumbled around until he found the remote and turned the tail’s vibrator off. Stevie moaned and relaxed a bit more in relief.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Tommy wheezed, “keep your pants on pup.”

Finally, his boyfriend recovered his bearings enough to stumble over and free their puppy. Stevie tumbled out, equally unsteady after staying curled up for so long.

“You okay to move Stevie?” Tommy reached down and gently massaged their puppy’s legs. After a minute Stevie wuffed, and trotted over to the bed. Eddie reached out to help him up. He got their puppy arranged nicely on all fours before reaching a hand out to stroke his dick. Stevie moaned happily when Eddie slipped his other hand up to tease at his nipples. G-d , he loved how responsive he was.

“There you go Stevie,” Eddie said softly. “Poor thing, you must be aching everywhere, huh? All worked up, with nothing to hump.”

Their puppy whined in agreement. The whines kicked up a notch when the tail in his ass came to life again. Eddie looked over to see a grinning Tommy holding the remote.

“Come on, let’s let the doggy have his bone r.” Eddie groaned at the pun and his boyfriend cackled.

In the end, it didn’t take much. Eddie played with his nipples, Tommy gave a few gentle squeezes to their puppy’s balls, and they took turns alternating strokes to his dick.

The orgasm hit Steve hard. Underneath their hands he bucked and moaned in relief for seemingly forever. He finally dropped boneless to the bed with one last whimper.

Steve barely responded as Tommy went about removing the rings from his junk or the tail from his ass. But when Eddie went to unbuckle his collar, he grabbed his hand to hold it still.

“Five more minutes,” Steve begged, the words slurred and his voice a little raspy from disuse.

Eddie didn’t hesitate or wait for Tommy to give his opinion.

“Sure sweetheart, five more minutes.” Relief written all over his face, Steve closed his eyes and curled up into Eddie’s chest. He made a noise of satisfaction when Tommy slid in to cling to his back like a koala.

His boyfriend flopped a hand over Steve, letting it come to rest on Eddie’s chest. The weight and warmth of it grounded him as he laid there half drifting into a doze.

They stayed like that for a while and let time unspool around them, only broken by Steve’s little snores. Eddie’s brain even shut up for the occasion, not concerned with anything but the present.

Finally, Tommy stirred again.

“Fuck.” He poked at the drying sticky mess all over them. “We need to clean all this shit up, or we’re gonna get stuck together forever.”

Tommy directed Eddie to help him get Steve into the shower since he was still clumsy on his feet. They left his collar on the sink to deal with as tomorrow’s problem. The thing was already marked up with a lot of mysterious stains, what was one more gonna do at this point?

After the world’s fastest shower, the three of them all fell into a pile on the bed.

Steve settled down again in between Eddie and Tommy.

When Eddie finally came back to consciousness the next day, it was to Steve’s stomach growling.

He peeked open one eye to find his boyfriend reading a textbook, supporting it on top of Tommy’s head (who was splayed out and still snoring away on his chest). A beam of sunlight glinted off Steve’s glasses and made the two of them practically glow. Eddie’s heart lurched at seeing such a wonderful sight first thing after waking up.

Steve’s eyes flicked from the book over to him. He grimaced.

“Shit, sorry for waking you up Eds. Forgot you’re a lighter sleeper than Tom is.”

“It’s fine, whatimeisit,” Eddie slurred as he extracted himself from Tommy’s legs and stretched.

“Twelve thirty-ish. Was gonna go make some food, you hungry too?”

On cue, Eddie’s stomach made a noise. Steve grinned.

“That answers that. Hey, Tommy-” his boyfriend poked his human weighted blanket. “Want anything?”

Tommy shooed them both off.

“Shuddup m’sleepn’…” he muttered, flopping over and blindly groping around to find a replacement pillow.

Steve laughed and grabbed Eddie’s hand.

“Just the two of us. Come on, I’ll make some brunch.”

Eddie followed Steve downstairs and into a part of the house he hadn’t been in yet. Here, the fancy wood paneling was darker, and held rows and rows of framed photos of former Sigma Alpha Chi brothers from prior decades.

Just beyond the point where the photographs began to feature late 1800’s suits and silly facial hair, Steve opened a door helpfully labeled ‘Kitchen’, and turned on the lights.

If Eddie didn’t know better, he would have guessed this cavernous space made food for some Michelin star restaurant, with its pristine chrome appliances, glazed terracotta tiles, and white-washed walls. For fucks sake he could see his reflection mirrored back at him on practically every sparkling surface.

“What, no private chef?” he joked, valiantly resisting the urge to tamper with the expensive-looking mixer or leave behind fingerprints all over the island.

Steve shrugged and fiddled with the brim of his snapback.

“Oh, we do, today’s just her day off. You’re gonna love Maggie’s tiramisu, it’s so fucking good man.” Sigma Alpha Chi and their bottomless funds. With his back turned, Steve missed Eddie’s eyes popping out of his skull as he continued talking:

“Tommy’s been banned from coming in here since he freaking lit pasta in boiling water on fire. So, I need you to be my smoke detector and make sure this Kraft survives, okay?” Steve scooped Eddie up and deposited him on the counter next to the stove. If anyone asked, Eddie would deny the extremely manly ‘meep! ’ that fell out of his mouth in surprise. His boyfriend huffed out a laugh, kissed the tip of his nose, then got to work.

Eddie watched Steve putter around. There were still dark circles under his eyes that wouldn’t be solved by one good night’s sleep. But the Steve of this morning, er, afternoon, was nothing like yesterday. He moved around the kitchen confidently, humming like he was supposed to be here. Every so often he’d send little smiles Eddie’s way that absolutely wreaked havoc with his heart.

Twenty minutes later balancing several bowls of steaming yellow cheesy goodness in his hands, Eddie listened to Steve complain about his dad:

“He still not thrilled I decided not to run for and ‘let my boyfriend win.’ Pissed I let the streak of frat president Harringtons die. Like I want Tommy’s job.” Steve gestured to one photo out of the many frames lining the hallway as they passed.

The plaque underneath read "Sigma Alpha Chi Class of '86." In the center grinning at the camera was a guy with Steve's smile and a frankly impressive bushy blond mustache.

"Not that he really understands why I wanna be a teacher instead of following him into the family business either. I'm getting the management degree because he's convinced that by the time I graduate he can get me to work for him.”

"Don't want to join the ol’ law firm? Let him finally put the ‘& Son’ up on the sign?” Steve made a face.

“My mom's the family lawyer and she definitely doesn’t want me anywhere near her cases. My dad runs…you ever hear of Scoops Ahoy?"

"The ice cream chain? Yeah dude. Those commercials with the dorky admiral guy are hilarious. 'Set sail on an ocean of flavor with me!"

Steve groaned and hid his head behind his hands.

“We tried to get him to cast an actor but nope, had to be him. The stupid sailor outfits were his idea too, he's always been obsessed with nautical shit. Every year he hosts a murder mystery on his yacht and makes us all dress up in the dorkiest costumes with him, it's the worst."

Eddie blinked. Then blinked some more. Come to think of it the face of Scoops Ahoy had a very familiar crinkle to his hazel-colored eyes and sure his mustache was grey not blond but holy shit wait a minute—

“He…the Admiral is— your dad owns Scoops Ahoy??" he sputtered.

Oh my G-d he was dating fast food royalty. What was next, would Tommy reveal he was related to the King of Sweden?

With his free hand Eddie grabbed Steve’s shirt.

“Please tell me Tommy isn’t secretly Gustaf the Seventeenth,” he asked, his tone landing closer to ‘manic Swedish-obsessed axe murderer’ than intended.

Steve looked at him sideways.

“What?”

“He’s not from Sweden?” Steve grabbed their lunch out of Eddie’s hands after a couple noodles fell to their demise.

“Dude he’s from some town called Orangeville a couple hours outside of Indianapolis. It’s in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.”

“Okay, great.” Eddie wheezed. “Only one of you is the heir to an empire then. Tommy’s just normal fuck-off wealthy.”

Steve laughed.

“Yeah, I’m gonna regret introducing you to Dad, aren’t I. The two of you are gonna feed into each other’s dramatics, calling it now.” Eddie stopped in his tracks. Steve wanted him to meet his parents?

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll get along great at graduation.” That’s all he meant, probably. No need to explain polyamory to baby boomers.

“Actually, was kinda hoping you were free for Spring Break, you didn’t mention any plans yet.” A couple spots of pink appeared on Steve’s cheeks. Was he…nervous? Before Eddie could do more than shake his head no his boyfriend pushed on:

“My parents want to meet my music teacher boyfriend and might have invited you to come on this year’s murder cruise. If you want. I won’t let them make you wear the cabin boy outfit even if it’s tradition for first-timers. Those shorts are like, ridiculously tiny and I will get distracted staring at your ass.” Steve grinned, like it wasn’t complete absurdity to introduce him to anyone.

“You’ve talked about me to your parents?” His boyfriend gave him a bitchy look.

“No, I didn’t want to tell my parents about my new amazing boyfriend who can play ten different instruments. Oh, right!” He snapped his fingers. “If you come, don’t bring your guitar. Dad will make you play ‘Barrett’s Privateers’ too many times.”

“What about Tommy?”

“What about him? He’s already called dibs on being the ‘second first mate.’’ Eddie threw up his hands in frustration. In hind sight, Steve was entirely correct to take the mac and cheese away from him.

“Steve, if I’m your new boyfriend, they’re gonna assume you and Tommy broke up!”

“Oh. Nah, my mom would kill me if I broke up with Tommy at this point, she loves him. They think I’m involved in some sort of millennial swingers club, but they sort of get it. And the offer’s still standing if you want to come. Don’t need to RSVP now or anything, think about it. It’ll be nice to have you there.”

Eddie stared at Steve’s face. This had to be a joke, no one wanted to ever take him home. He was the dirty secret, the screw up, the—

“ Tell your brain to fuck off ,” Tommy’s voice whispered in his ear.

Maybe, this didn’t have to be a joke. Maybe, he could meet Steve’s parents with Tommy there and have it go okay. And maybe, he could believe that the two of them wanted him to be there.

“I’ll have to see what my uncle’s plans were, but he’d probably be okay with moving our fishing trip to another weekend. We uh, usually do that, when I’m home on breaks.”

“Yes!” Steve smiled and pumped a fist in the air, somehow avoiding spilling any pasta while he did so like the talented dorky jock he was. Eddie couldn’t help but smile. Maybe things would work out this time, if he could get his boyfriends to smile back at him like that. The rest could come later.

Author's Notes -Thank you to @vthx for beta-ing, you really helped me drill down and nail Steve's mannerisms <3 Also thank you to anyone who sent in an emoji during WIP Weekend. It took six months, but this fic finally saw publication!

-Shout out to @dame-zoom-a-lot for walking me through how to create the cool texting workskin!

-In this story, I wanted Steve, Eddie, and Tommy to have met in college, so only Eddie gets to be from Hawkins! Due to the demands of running a restaurant empire, I imagine Steve lived somewhere near to Chicago so his dad could travel to and from the offices frequently. Tommy's town of Orangeville is super tiny (less than 1000 people) and was picked randomly off the map

-Billy is in fact extremely jealous that Steve chose someone else not once but twice, heh

-Tommy lighting pasta in boiling water on fire is in fact inspired by a true story, unfortunately. The person who did this is now a literal rocket scientist, which thankfully does not require cooking skills Also thank you to saradika for the dog bone divider!

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