Dirty Work Is Never Finished

eddie smiles at you exactly the same way over a bowl of cereal that he does when he's between your legs and it is absolutely, positively ruining your life. 

he high fives you when he comes off stage with the same routine as he does when you both collapse side by-side on the mattress. calls you sweetheart in public with exactly the same tone as he does when you’re sticky in his lap. 

something awful flutters around in your chest when he does it now, sidling up beside you on a bench outside your work in a mess of too-long limbs and clunky jewelry. 

“what flavor?” his eyes track your mouth around a piece of bubblegum. 

you poke the piece of chewed up purple out of your mouth in lieu of an answer, and then he’s moving too fast for you to stop him. one big, ringed hand grabs you softly by the cheeks and squeezes just so, and then he’s reaching forward and fishing it from between your lips; tossing it past his own. 

you have the decency to look disgusted. eddie just grins. 

“gross, eddie.”

“gross!” he shrieks. “gross, she says.”

he leans in, kisses you so hard your head hits the window behind you. there’s a track of dried spit on your cheek when he pulls away. “i’ll give you gross.”

“you’re a sicko. we're in public." you emphasise, shoving him back and grabbing your bag from the seat beside you. "do you get off on embarrassing me, or something?”

a smile splits his sun kissed face. “mhmm. makes me all tingly inside."

“shut up,” you push your things into his arms and move for the door, thinking of ten different ways you'll get him back when you're alone. “gimme a sec and then we can go — i gotta use the bathroom.”

a searing look in his eye, the same one as when his chain dangles in your face.

Having time with just the two of them was rare; not that they minded you being around. In fact, most of the time they preferred your presence but tonight, Eddie was feeling needy for something else. The idea of being "bottomed" was starting to cloud his thoughts a lot more lately; more than anything he was just curious. What did it feel like? What if he didn't like it? But most importantly, at least in Eddie's book...would it hurt? The way Steve's face would scrunch up in mild pain every time Eddie slid into him spoke volumes, however, Eddie's need to satisfy his curiosity got the better of him. The only thing was - he wasn't even sure how to bring it up.

"What is up with you tonight?" Steve asked once Eddie let them finally come up for air.

"Excuse me for wanting to make out with my boyfriend," he snarked gruffly. "I'll stop if you want me to, but judging by the boner stabbing me in the thigh right now, I'd say you want me to keep going."

A little bit of blush crept over Steve's cheeks and Eddie smirked.

"It's okay to admit you like making out with me, Steve."

"I don't have a problem with admitting that. You just seem overly...needy I guess. Not that I'm complaining." He added hastily.

It was Eddie's turn to blush now. "I guess...I dunno. I'm just excited to spend time with you."

"We see each other every day!" Steve joked, squeezing Eddie's thigh playfully who just rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"Pretend I'm dumb and I don't know."

"I don't have to pretend you're dumb - you're an idiot Harrington."

Steve let out a surprised laugh, "Hanging around Nancy are we? Taking notes?"

"We meet every Thursday for coffee and talking about your penis, it's great fun." Eddie's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Oh shut up, Munson. You're just as bad as she is." Gesturing to their missing female counterpart with his other hand. "Always has something to say."

Eddie chuckled, "Are you...complaining about our mouths Stevie? Because it seems like you're complaining about our mouths and I for one-"

Before Eddie could finish the sentence, Steve was pulling his face down for a deep kiss and they got lost in each other for a moment. Eddie always thought that it would take a long time to get used to kissing a dude, but he realized very quickly that making out with Harrington was one of his favorite past times. He tasted good and smelled good and everything was just so good with Steve all the time, he couldn't help but feel this gut wrenching sense of dread at times that somehow, someway the other shoe would drop and things wouldn't be good anymore. Eddie loved being with both you and Harrington and he learned a lot over the time the three of you were together but being with Steve and leaning into that side of his sexuality more made him feel more...complete.

Well, almost.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?" He looked so cute with his kiss-swollen, red lips and lust-filled gaze.

"Will you...can we..." Eddie couldn't get it out. Everything in his head sounded stupid. Should he say it in a joking way? Could he just say it and hope for the best? Steve's lust was disappearing and being replaced with concern.

"What is it? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just...I dunno man." He slid off of Steve's lap onto the couch.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know, I just...have never really been good at asking for things..."

"Do you need money, Eddie?" Steve asked gently, putting a hand on his knee.

"What? No! I mean, sort of but that's not what I'm talking about. I need..." He finally looked into Steve's eyes and saw safety there. He knew he wouldn't be rejected or shamed or made to feel silly. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "I need to know what it's like to be...bottomed...I guess."

Steve's face changed from worried to confused then it hit him and his eyes lit up. "Really?"

"I know it's usually me on top and I'm fine with that for the most part I just-"

"Eddie - it's okay. You're acting like you asked for a million dollars or something. Were you afraid I would say no?"

"No. Yes. Maybe? I'm just nervous about it, that's all."

"Fair," Steve said, nodding his head. "It's not super fun at first."

Eddie clenched just thinking about it. "Like...how bad?"

"Well, I mean...on a scale of one to ten, I'd say maybe a-"

The other scrunched up his face, waiting for Steve to tell him it was a twelve or a twenty or some astronomical number that would make him think twice about doing this.

"-five maybe?"

Eddie visibly relaxed. "A five?"

"Dude, I've been in fights that hurt more. Besides, if we do it the right way it only hurts for a second. After that it's-" a smile creeped across his pretty lips, "-pretty fucking awesome."

A warmth spread from Eddie's neck to his groin in .5 seconds seeing Steve's smile. "So, if I told you that I wanted to try it and that was why I was so excited for us to be alone, you would say...?"

Without giving an answer, Steve hopped up and grabbed Eddie's hand, practically dragging him off the couch and down the hallway. By the time they reached the semi-dark bedroom, Eddie's blood was pumping so loudly in his ears, he didn't hear when Steve spoke to him.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" Steve was smirking widely.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Care to join me in here then?"

Eddie finally looked around and noticed that he was standing right outside of their bedroom, almost as if he ran into an invisible wall that kept him from crossing the threshold. Giving Steve an apologetic look, he stepped inside.

"We don't have to do this right now, Eddie. We can wait."

"No, I want to. Like I said I'm just-"

"-nervous, I know." Steve finished, closing the space between them and kissing him gently. "I got you, okay? I promise, if it's too much or you don't like it, we can stop."

"Yeah, okay." Eddie nodded. He moved into his boyfriend fully, allowing the feeling of the brunette's tight hold around him to relax him and move them to the bed. This part was easy, he thought. It was muscle memory at this point to kiss and remove clothes at the same time, feeling his own arousal growing harder and harder. By the time they were both naked, Eddie had all but forgotten about his nervousness. That was until Steve was on top of him, rutting against his ass. For a moment, he had to switch gears. Normally he was the one in charge, the one dominating. Now he had to let Steve take the reigns and he wasn't sure how to do that.

"Steve, I...uhm..."

"Would being on top make you feel better?" It was like he could read Eddie's mind sometimes and it was downright eerie.

"Does it hurt less that way?"

"Babe, you have to relax. It doesn't matter how you do it, it's going to be uncomfortable for the first few minutes, but trust me - when you finally get used to it, you won't even be thinking about that anymore. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it." Steve's tone with tinged with an edge that Eddie had never heard before.

It was really fucking hot.

"Okay, I think doing it like this will be the best." Ultimately, he knew the other was right but he wanted to be able to see his lover's face fully when he entered him for the first time. If things went well, they could always experiment with different positions later.

"First things first, though." Steve leaned away from Eddie, opening the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small, obviously sticky bottle of lube.

"Lovely," Eddie mumbled. Steve let out breathy laugh before popping open the top and squeezing some of the opaque goo onto his fingers. Eddie swallowed hard, his throat clicking loudly.

"Relax, Eds. Lay back. Let me take care of you."

Steve's voice was low and soft, almost a purr at this point and all Eddie could do was obey wordlessly. Steve positioned himself between the other's legs, his lubed hands taking Eddie's cock gently and beginning to stroke.

The curly head popped off the pillow and looked at Steve with confusion, "I thought..."

"I'm not just gonna raw dog you, babe. Can you stop being a control freak and trust me?" Steve's voice was clipped with that same edge from before and Eddie nodded, gingerly lowering his head back down. Steve's hand twisted in a particular way and he inhaled sharply, his eyes slamming shut.

Trust. His trust levels were much higher than they used to be, especially when it came to sex. The vulnerability was met with safety and comfort rather than ridicule and Eddie loved it. He was also loving whatever the hell Steve was doing with his hand. The other was slowly massaging his balls and making gentle passes near his ass. It was enough to make Eddie's heart thud wildly against his chest.

"Relax, Eddie. Relax." Steve moved his index finger closer to his hole and it took everything in him not to move away from it. Eddie nodded wordlessly again and closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breath.

"That's it, babe. A little more."

Eddie took another deep breath and forced all the muscles in his body to relax, which Steve saw as the perfect opportunity to massage the already-opening muscle. And to Eddie's surprise, it felt really...good. More than he thought it would anyway. With Steve's hand stroking his leaking cock and his other opening him up, he wondered how he was going to be able to make it through without cumming too quickly. That was...until Steve pushed his finger inside.

"Oh fuck!" Eddie nearly shrieked, involuntarily moving his body away from Steve.

"Eds, what's wrong?"

"That just...uhm...surprised me. I wasn't expecting..."

Steve held his hands up, "Okay, okay, we can slow down. I didn't mean to-"

"No." Eddie interrupted.

"No?"

"I...I'm nervous as hell but I want to keep going. I'm never going to know if I don't try."

Steve's features softened and his eyes locked onto Eddie's. Finally, he nodded. "Okay. If that's what you want."

Eddie situated himself again and Steve put more lube on his fingers rubbing his ass gently, bringing him back to that place of being on the edge, but not so much that he would fall over it. Once again, Steve slid his index finger inside and Eddie's back arched but he stayed still, eyes squeezed shut.

"Eddie."

Steve's voice was gentle, but that same edge he'd been carrying in his voice all night left Eddie no choice but to open his eyes and lift his head a little.

"Keep looking at me."

Obediently and without argument, he nodded. Every nerve in his body told him to look away, pretend he was somewhere else, not feeling this whatever it was. But the moment he focused on Steve, the uncomfortable feelings seemed to magically float away and a swirling warmth was moving through his stomach. Steve was pressing his middle finger in and Eddie gasped.

"Is that okay?"

"Ye...yeah...I think so. Just keep going."

The moment his middle finger slid home with the index finger, Steve curled his fingers a little and Eddie couldn't help the pornographic moan that flew out of his mouth. Or the stars that were suddenly twinkling in his eyes.

"Fuck-" He swore, biting down on his bottom lip. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was equivalent to the first time he had an orgasm but so much better.

"Does that feel good? Talk to me."

"It feels...so good. Like...I can't even-" Words were failing him as Steve moved his fingers back and forth slowly.

"Think you're ready for more?" Steve asked, breathlessly. Eddie noticed his cheeks were red and a sheen of sweat was forming on his forehead. He was nervous too. Eddie smirked. For all his tough talk, Stevie was just as concerned about this going badly as Eddie was, and for whatever reason, that made him relax even more. Except now Steve was moving to the bedside table again and pulling out a condom.

"Uhm..."

His boyfriend's fingers ripped open the foil package at a volume that Eddie felt vibrate down to his core and he gulped. Steve deftly removed the condom and slid it over his cock distracting Eddie only a little, which was surprising considering that Steve's cock was a major distraction around this house at any given moment.

"Eds, listen to me," Steve was leaning over him now, forcing Eddie to lay back onto the pillows and look up at this burning hunk of man hovering inches from his face. "This is and isn't a big deal. It's a big deal for us, sure, because it's your first time. But at the same time it isn't because it's just us here. No one to put on for or worry about. I love you and I want to take care of you. I'm not going to force anything or make you do something that is uncomfortable. This is about you. If you want to keep going, we will and if you'd rather wait, we can do that too."

Eddie had no retort or reply to give back, which is saying a lot because he was hardly ever speechless. The look in Steve's eyes and the softness of his words made him exhale deeply, the high-strung rubber band around his muscles loosening.

"I trust you." Eddie said finally.

With a deep smile and a kiss, the brunette moved between Eddie's legs, his hardness pressing against the loosened muscle gently. The other's fingers were digging into Steve's arms so hard, he was sure there were going to be bruises but he didn't seem to notice; he was too busy trying to guide himself inside and once the tip was opening Eddie up, he didn't notice either.

"Breathe..." Steve said in a half-moan, but Eddie hissed instead, his whole body seizing up. "Let it go, babe. Just breathe."

After what seemed like forever, Eddie exhaled and upon his body relaxing, Steve moved in a little further, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through the other in waves. He finally got into a rhythm of breathing, keeping his eyes on his boyfriend to where the pain was now becoming something else entirely. Especially seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Stevie's face. His mouth slightly open, his eyes rolled up into his head and quiet moans being pushed out with every small thrust inside.

"Holy shit, Eds..." he groaned.

This feeling - the hot, wet buzz of electricity that snaked through his veins, the shock of pain met immediately with a bliss that he'd never felt before all while getting to see the beauty that was Steve Harrington moving into him was almost too much for Eddie's brain. It didn't feel real and yet it was the most real thing he'd ever felt before.

It was and it wasn't a big deal.

Steve was all the way inside him when he wrapped his hand around Eddie's cock again and all the quiet moans he tried to keep contained were nearly exploding out of his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He cried out and Steve smiled down with pure, unbridled joy.

"See? I told you it would feel good."

"Fuck yes, oh my god, what the fuck are you doing to me?" Eddie didn't even know what he was saying or how he sounded, he didn't care. Every fear and hesitation he had before was gone and all remaining was this moment right here. "Goddamn - that feels...fuck...me."

And Steve obliged him happily. Eddie rewarded him with louder moans, that familiar build up in his stomach bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm so close, I don't think I can stop-"

For one, shining, brief moment, the dark haired rocker thought he could hold on, keep this going for as long as possible but then his boyfriend snapped his hips into him and the world went fuzzy and dim. Steve gripped Eddie's thigh hard with one hand, thrusted and twisted the other hand in a way that told Eddie he wasn't worried about edging him tonight.

"Oh fuck, I can't stop...fuck! I'm cum-"

Warm liquid was splashing onto his stomach and chest, Eddie's moans accentuating every drop that spilled out of him. He didn't have time to regain full awareness before Steve was tossing his head back and crying out as his own orgasm overtook him, gripping Eddie tightly. The sensation of being filled up surprised him, but there was a deep satisfaction in knowing he made his man cum that hard.

Because of him, for him.

He couldn't wait to regale this story to you later on. Now he knew how you felt and it almost made him giddy.

The room was filled with pants and sighs, Steve and Eddie just relishing in the feeling for a few moments before Steve pulled out and fell onto the bed, the shiny sheen of sweat highlighting his skin that Eddie found irresistible to touch. In the few moments of quiet, Eddie couldn't help but feel so grateful. For Steve. For this time they had together. For being patient and sweet and perfect.

"I love you," he said quietly.

A wide, happy smile broke out on Steve's face. "I love you too, Eds." They snuggled closer together and right when Eddie was starting to drift off, Steve shifted and said, "You might have a hard time accepting this but...I was right about you liking it and you know I was right."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "You just had to say that, didn't you?

Stevie opened his eyes, "I very rarely get to say that, so just shut up and let me enjoy it."

The other laughed out loud and rolled over to kiss Steve full on the mouth. "Never."

You wouldn't do it while having sex. That makes it too easy to get distracted by him.

Nah, this is you positioned behind him in bed, while he half lays, half sits on his hands and you jerk him off; wet, sticky precum soaked strokes slowing down as he whimpers loudly and shakes against you, head leaned back to rest on your shoulder.

He's panting, "Fuck baby, I can't take any-anymore."

You're on round four of taking him back from the edge and all you do is smirk, your lips on the shell of his ear, "Oh my sweet baby boy, I thought you said you could handle it."

Eddie is fucking seething. He did, indeed, say he could handle it. What he actually said was (smugly I might add), "You're so cute when you think you can beat me at my own game. I can handle anything you throw at me."

And now, here you are, Eddie begging you for release. "Please, please let me come."

"Mmm, I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." You purr.

The frustrated sob that comes out of that boy is so surprising, you can't help but chuckle a little. Your ministrations get faster and poor little Eddie is a wreck of a human being, all gritted teeth and sweat and eyes screwed shut. He is shaking against you, incoherent babble falling from his pretty mouth in mixtures of, "jesus christ" and "please, please, please" and finally, "you're so mean."

This makes you stop completely, making Eddie whine, pushing his hips up to get some kind of traction going.

"I'm what, now?"

"No, god, no you're not, I'm sorry. Please don't stop. I'm so goddamn close, please."