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Steve stirs awake slowly, not yet registering the world around him, the warm, gentle sunlight filters through the soft—yellow curtain, swaying with the wind, the light dancing across the bed, falling onto him and evading him. It doesn’t take long before the warmth becomes unbearable, the kind that clings to his skin and makes him feel as though he has been buried beneath a mountain of blankets. He shifts, trying to throw off the covers, but his hands seem to be stuck—hell, his body feels like it’s been jammed between—his eyes fling open.
For a second, he panics, but there is no terrible headache on the way, and he isn’t exactly naked—he sighs in relief, he doesn’t need a repeat of those nights again.
Of course, once he takes a moment to observe his surroundings—not that he could have much of a view—he realizes he has been squished between two men he does know. It doesn’t take long for the recap to bring the memories up-to-date, and he is grateful for this change of scenery rather than the one that makes him feel miserable.
Eddie has buried his face into his chest, while Billy is plastered against his back, nuzzling into his nape. There are hands possessively wrapped around his waist, and legs tangled into each other’s, and of course, both of them are shirtless. Steve had gone to bed with a loose tank top, much to their very vocal disappointment, and cotton shorts—a good consolation in their opinion, while they carelessly dived into the sheets with just their boxers on. He would have protested more if he wasn’t so exhausted, all of them really, the whole thing took a big toll on them—added with wrapping up the concert and preparations—those two were wiped too.
His eyes are still heavy with sleep, despite the extreme warmth, it feels good to wake up in a bed with someone he loves, cuddled and happy. The greediness takes over, and he decides to steal a few more hours, since he can guess by the light that it is still pretty early in the morning.
The next time he stirs up with slow footsteps running around, since his face is buried in the long black curls, and emptiness behind him, he can guess it’s Billy who is making a quiet ruckus. He hears the man cuss softly, some groans here and there, before he finally decides to get up.
Billy is already in a navy-blue suit, his watch and cufflinks on the table as he fiddles with the silk tie, blond hair nicely combed, slight stubble, and half-eaten toast on the plate by the dresser. He looks at the time, showing just half past eight, it’s surprising to think Billy gets up at proper hours and attends meetings and stuff like a businessman. For him, their clock stopped a few years back; it’s hard to make the connection so quickly, and it’s a little whiplashing, to be honest.
But it is hot.
His movements must have made some sound as Billy looks over to the bed, a small smile on his face as he stops what he is doing and approaches with quiet footsteps so as not to wake up Eddie, who is still happily in the dreamland. Steve sits up properly, with some disagreement from the Rockstar who has tightened his hands around Steve’s waist, burrowing closer.
“Good morning, Mr. Boss.” Steve chuckles; his voice is a little rough from just waking up. Billy looks dazed, for lack of a better word, he tilts his head in confusion, about to ask him about it, but then two hands cup his jaws, pulling him closer. “Uh—h-hey!”
“Why do you look so adorable this early in the morning!?”
“W-Wha…?” Before he can get any more words out, Billy plants a firm kiss on his lips, and then at the corner of his lips, then his nose, his cheeks, his brow—he giggles at the ticking sensation “B-Billy~!”
“Ah, how I wish I could stay and fuck you senseless on this bed.” He sighs as if the world is crumbling down on his shoulders, and he has no choice but to leave.
“Billy!” Steve gasps in response; it’s not as if he isn’t thinking about it—but having it be said so openly, it’s a bit much to take in. Red spreads over his skin as he tries to look away, not wanting to give the blond man any reason to tease him—though by the snickering he hears, he probably doesn’t succeed. Billy pulls back, grin still on his face as he goes back to tying his tie.
Steve somehow manages to break himself free from Eddie’s hold, who groans but settles back into the mattress. He walks to Billy, standing in front of him, and gently pushes his hands away, it’s not hard to see that Billy sucks at using this article of clothing. He corrects the crooked knots, making it seem more presentable, as Billy grumbles about how unnecessary ties are.
“There you go, you dummy,” Steve says, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice as Billy glares at him. “So, where are you going at this time of the day?”
“Meeting. We have to discuss yesterday’s progress, there’s not this much of a rush, but…Well, I had to change some plans at the last moment. I also want to make sure the band’s name is in the better list.” Steve feels proud, seeing this man in front of him, successful and hardworking—it’s not news anymore, but he cannot get over how everything turned out to be so…great. Better. He is just proud. And happy. His short hair makes him look like a proper adult, someone who means business. To be taken seriously. And not to mention the sexy fucking suit.
“Isn’t that cheating?” Steve asks, hoping that his thoughts don’t show on his face. Billy chuckles, pulling him by the waist as he nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sniffing him.
“Baby, I hosted the whole damn thing to get the band noticed. I am not just cheating; I am destroying the game.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“I-I see, that’s—anh!—” Billy bites into his skin, sharp enough to bruise, before licking the mark softly, pulling away with a satisfied smile. “You—”
“Sorry, Princess, couldn’t help myself,” Billy winks, squeezing his waist, and before Steve can come up with a retort, the blond slides things to the side and pushes him on top of the dresser.
“Wh—what are you doing?”
“Getting some deserved reward,” Billy grins mischievously, “You look too cute, right now,” He says with a groan, his grip tightens slightly before he retracts his hands back. “I gotta run before Heather spams my phone. I will see you as soon as I can escape.”
“Oh, such a dreadful life,” Steve teases, but nodding at him, it’s a little disappointing because he wants to spend more time with both of them, but life waits for no one, and they can catch up again, so it’s not exactly the worst thing, but…yeah. “I will be with the kids; they want to go sightseeing today, so don’t worry about it. We can hang out later in the evening.” Just for the safe measure, he adds “Make sure to leave your timeslot free, Mr. Boss” And winks back, sneaking a light peck on his right cheek.
“Agh. Life’s so unfair,” Billy groans, then he gently grabs the back of his neck, pushing their face too close to each other, “I miss you already,” He whispers before kissing the daylights out of him. Steve can only hold onto his shoulders, letting himself be taken however Billy wishes.
When Billy pulls back, Steve whines in his throat, chasing his lips halfway before orienting himself. He blushes at the obviousness he showed, waiting for the blond to tease him endlessly about it—only to find quiet heavy breathing on the other side, Billy looking like he is holding back with desperation. He swallows; does he really have such an effect on Billy?
“Baby, this is torture.” Steve whimpers in reply.
They both freeze.
He cannot believe he made such a pathetic sound at a fucking endearment. Oh God.
“Did Harrington make that sound ‘cus you called him baby?” Steve squeezes his eyes shut in mortification, couldn’t believe Eddie heard him too!
“Yeah, he did,” Billy replies, but his blue, sharp eyes don’t move, tracing him as if devoted, voice rough with arousal.
“Wonder how many more I can pull out of him,” Eddie says, smirk evident in his tone as Billy continues staring holes into him, Steve bites his lips to not let out the desperate sound lodged in his throat, not wanting to be embarrassed even more. “Hey, Billy, carry him back to me?”
“What?”
Billy shakes his head, snickering in return, losing a little bit of his edge, Steve can see the slight bulge in his pants, but unfortunately, they cannot do anything for now. Before he can get to understand, Billy easily lifts him up and deposits him onto Eddie’s lap, who has sat up now, legs widened to make space for him.
“Hey! Wh—I could have—”
“But this is more fun,” Billy grins again, it’s sharp and so fucking sexy, Steve cannot wait to kiss him stupid again.
“Assh—o—what are you doing, Eddie!?” He finds himself situated on top of Eddie’s crotch, ass sitting over something that’s starting to harden, two large hands spreading his thighs open, and something wet licks along his nape, making him squeak in surprise.
“Fuck. Alright, see you soon before I change my fucking mind.” Billy gives him another short kiss before walking away, his body tense, “Don’t have too much fun without me, I am talking to you, you motherfucker”
“Heh, ironically that’s true since Stevie here is a mom—ow!” Steve smacks his hand, and Billy laughs, by the door now.
“Don’t tire him out before I can get my hands on him, Eds, or I will end you.” The threat sounds completely serious. And by the look on his face, Billy looks like he means it.
“Don’t worry, big boss, just focus on your job. You know I’d never betray you like this. I swear on Dustin’s mother.” Eddie replies just as seriously.
“Ew! I can’t believe you mentioned her while your hand is groping my ass!”
“Hmm, I suppose I can accept that.” Billy plays along, only to further annoy Stev,e who rolls his eyes at him. “Ciao, my love and that crazy metal head!” He bids as he sprints out of the door when his cell rings again.
“I know you love me!” Eddie yells out, “He loves me.” He repeats it to Steve, with a grin this time. Steve turns around, realigning his legs so that he is still on Eddie’s lap but facing him now.
“Yeah, he does,” Steve whispers softly, “So, what are you up to today?”
“Honestly, I wished I could do some questionable things to you, but I think waiting for that blond is the right thing to do…” God, his face is so animated, the way he can sigh as if the world is crashing down, it’s similar to how Billy behaved, but Eddie is definitely better at acting. Steve chuckles at that, shaking his head fondly, he does feel a little shy, but that feeling is overshadowed by the way Eddie makes everything dramatic—fun. “Sooo, I was thinking maybe we can sleep the day away, cuddle and make out a lot, and then eh, let’s see.”
“That’s a great plan, Munson, but I promised to have lunch with the Party, and you know how Dustin gets about preplanned things getting delayed.”
“Eugh, yeah, he is an ass. Okay, okay, now that does throw a wrench in my plans… shall we revise some detail?” He smirks, hands grabbing his waist and pulling him closer, “Hmm, Harrington?”
“God, you are just—” Steve starts, Eddie looks at him as if he has eyes for nobody else, taking him in like he never wants to forget, he swallows at the realization, it is obvious enough for him to pick up without discarding it as ‘I am probably misreading the signs,’ which he normally tends to do.
“Alright, let’s take a nap a little longer~” Eddie says out of nowhere, Steve blinks, the moment isn’t exactly broken, the tension is still heavy in the room, his gaze is still as intense, the smile just a little sharp—yet Eddie does seem like he wants just to nap. It confuses him a little, not unpleasantly, but it is a bit weird.
“You know I—”
“It’s still pretty early, we can sleep for an hour, and then I will make you a nice breakfast, then we can freshen up—or vice versa, and I can accompany you to your uh—lunch thing,” Eddie’s wandering hand slips inside his tee, gently caressing his skin, his pretty eyes twinkling under the soft light.
Steve might be falling again.
“You mean you will order a nice breakfast?” Steve corrects him, nodding slowly, yeah, he likes the plan—a little more time lazing around wouldn’t hurt. God knows he needed it anyway. Eddie laughs but doesn’t say anything, pulling him suddenly, making both of them fall backwards on the bed. Steve lets out a sound that’s definitely not a giggle, finding himself on top of Eddie, who looks mischievous, grinning at him with a sneaky purpose. He gives the metalhead a warning look, knowing Eddie is not up to any good.
“Munson, I swe—” He doesn’t get to complete his sentence as Eddie’s fingers start attacking him—specifically, his stomach, he bites his lip to avoid the loud breathless laughter that will tumble out of him but Eddie is relentless, overpowering him easily—Steve isn’t in the best mind to be suspicious of that yet—he just finds it extremely hot. Well, as hot as he can find in the middle of surviving such a ruthless attack. “O-Okay—st—hah—stop—Eddie!”
He doesn’t stop.
“P-Pl—please!”
“You’re so sexy right now,” Eddie leers, he has him pinned on the bed, their position changing during the—uh—tussle, with his legs wide open somehow, Eddie finding a place in between them.
“You cannot be serious.” An amused, disbelieving sound leaves his throat, insanely similar to a giggle he is trying to avoid, as he shakes his head with even more fondness. Eddie is ridiculous.
“What!? I am serious! Panting and flushed—it’s hooot~”
“Oh, shut up,” Steve snickers, there is a warm tingling beneath his chest, and a light-heartedness he has never felt before—or at least it has been a long while. It is odd. It feels unfamiliar.
Eddie drops himself beside him, his hands and legs quickly wrap themselves around his body, pulling him impossibly close, burying his face into his chest again. Something insanely hot bubbles in his chest; he is feeling too many good emotions at once, as if his heart is heating up. He finds his fingers carding through Eddie’s soft brown curls, overtaken by the love he feels for the man in his arms, who is trying to merge them into one entity.
Sleep comes easily to him; he doesn’t even remember the last time he was able to drift into the abyss without tiring himself to the bones.
It’s a sense of déjà vu, waking up in the same bed for the third time in one day, blanketed with comfy sheets, smelling faintly of Billy, a little bit of tobacco and something kind of sexy—he wishes he could describe the scents like those authors do in their books—especially the smutty ones he reads when no one’s looking. It’s slightly tingling with Eddie’s too, surrounding him even softer than the sheets.
Eddie isn’t beside him; he notices once his vision clears, before he can go through any conclusion, the heavenly smell of bacon on butter reaches him, his stomach grumbling with the realization he may not have eaten dinner last night. He quickly pushes off the sheets, stumbling out of the bed as he pads to the kitchen, still half-asleep, but looking forward to whatever’s waiting for him.
The sight surprises him, nudging him wide awake, watching Eddie moving around in the kitchen, pink apron curled around his naked waist—god, he looks so attractive in nothing but an apron and worn-out shorts—this isn’t good for his brain first thing in the morning! Before something inappropriate can take place downstairs, Eddie turns around, grinning excitedly at him, beckoning him to come over. His heart soothes at the sight. Fuck. Eddie looks beautiful when he is happy like this. He slowly walks over, peeking at the kitchen counter to see bacon and eggs plated neatly, even a nice glass of orange juice—freshly squeezed!?—he is taken aback when he sees orange waste beside the sink. It’s a typical American breakfast he has seen in the movies. There’s even toast?
“Eddie—what…is all this?”
“Breakfast. I told you I would make you a nice breakfast. Usually, Billy and I end up eating leftovers when we are at home, so it’s been a while.”
“This is—this is more than just nice. You didn’t have to—” He stops, trying not to show how overwhelming it is, not in a bad way—never in a bad way. Robin has done this for him once, but she can burn water, so it was a heart-touching attempt at least. Joyce cooks for them, but—it was never like this.
“Of course I didn’t have to, I just wanted to, baby.” Eddie winks, smirking when Steve freezes up for a second, a light flush appearing on his cheeks as he faces away, mumbling something under his breath. “Now go brush your teeth while I finish up here.”
“You are not done yet? All of this is more than enough for us…”
“Just gonna pop some waffles and then it will be done.”
“Waffles? Eds—”
“Pretty boy, leave my kitchen, or I will carry you to the bathroo,m” Eddie says, voice firm, like he means business, but his eyes are warm. He cannot help following the instruction that feels more like an order.
“Fine.” He huffs, if Eddie wanted to slave away for just a breakfast, then whatever! But soon enough, a smile tugs at his mouth, of course, he can’t stay annoyed when Eddie does something like this for him.
The breakfast tasted magical; he didn’t think Eddie would be such a good cook, and he ate more than he should have. Eddie even had a pretty table arrangement, orchids in the vase at the centre of the table, plates all shiny, and the food set up in a fancy manner. It looked like a rich setup but adorably homely. It felt like a date as they talked about Eddie’s schedule, what he wanted to do next, and he even talked about himself—a little self-conscious, but then—
“Teacher, fuck, that’s hot and cute.”
“Everything’s hot to you at this point.”
“Well, your whole existence is hot and beautiful to me.”
“Oh my god, shut up.”
So, really, Steve was head over heels for his ridiculous man. Then, after Eddie pretty much screamed at him for touching the dishes he thought he should at least wash—he reluctantly left and made his way to the living room, grabbing the remote when he saw the Telly was already playing and decided to spend his time skipping the channels, waiting for Eddie to finish up.
“Hey, beautiful,” Eddie calls out, jumping on the sofa without a warning. Steve will forever deny squeaking at his sudden action. “Watcha doing?”
“Waiting for you,” It slips out before Steve can process and dissect, something akin to a whisper—Eddie’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by his words. They sit in silence for a few seconds, letting the moment drag on, it isn’t exactly uncomfortable or trifling, but—there is something heavy circling them.
“Come here,” Eddie speaks, his voice low, soothing, but his eyes seem like a different story, staring at him as if Steve has resided in himself secrets of life. Steve follows without hesitancy, again—this time he does log it inside his head to scan later—scooting near the rockstar, their shoulders and thighs pressing together. Eddie turns to him halfway, brown eyes staring just as intensely, a small smile tugging at his lips, his large, ringed fingers reach for him, resting under his jaw, his thumb rubbing slowly against his skin.
There is such yearning on his face, a haul of emotions passing quickly, yet his hand remains steady, comforting—with love. It doesn’t take long for Steve to crash into Eddie, hands grabbing his shoulders desperately, pulling and pushing until they are breathing into each other, he doesn’t even realize he is climbing on top of Eddie, as he crashes their lips together. Eddie freezes for a second, making him second-guess every single thing—and feeling completely awful—but before Steve can pull away, Eddie’s hand grabs the back of his neck, returning his sentiment with twice as much desperation.
Eddie grabs his waist, pushing their bodies together, urging them to be impossibly closer, the hand on his nape holds him firmly as Eddie bites into the kiss, making him groan with pleasure at the unexpected pain. Steve loses any form of control pretty quickly, with Eddie trying to—in simpler words—fuck his mouth into oblivion. With his tongue. And then, as if a switch has been flipped, Eddie flips them on the couch, not breaking the kiss, not letting him breathe for more than a second, licking into his mouth, sucking his tongue, nipping at his lips—driving him crazy with desperate desires. It’s too much; his lungs feel like they are burning, all of his fantasies and wants crashing into him all at once.
Eddie slowly pulls back, as if sensing his struggle to keep up, but he barely moves an inch apart, his eyes boring into him—like he’d eat him alive if Steve lets him. Before Steve can say or do anything else, Eddie is lapping at the flesh of his neck, his torso pressing him down, a hand sliding up his thigh, pushing it apart to settle between his legs. The rockstar is pulling obscene sounds out of him, it’s embarrassing to hear himself moaning so loudly, but he cannot help it—cannot stifle any sound even if he wanted to—as Eddie bites into his skin, sharp teeth persistent in decorating his neck, marking his territories, and warm licks of tongue trying to ease the pain that comes with it—then doing it all over again.
“Fuck, Harrington,” Eddie breathes sharply, “How am I supposed to control myself when you look like a wet dream come true?”
Steve looks up at him, he has no idea what state he is in at the moment, he is barely keeping it together, his mind dazed with pleasure and pain, his body lax against Eddie, at the edge of letting go. There is a pleasant throbbing all over his neck, a comforting weight against his body, it’s a lot—but it’s perfect. He hears Eddie cursing softly under his breath, still hovering over him, there are so many emotions on his face, but Steve doesn’t rush to understand it all. He has time now—he thinks with glee—he can pick each emotion apart whenever he wishes.
“Really?” He chuckles, his eyes must have given away the adoration he feels for this beautiful man, because Eddie groans, burying his face in his chest, some more cursing following later.
“Steveee” Eddie whines, “This is so unfair. Stupid Billy and his stupid rules. Do you understand how hard it is to not eat you out right the fuck now—”
“Oh my god, Eds, shut up!” He doesn’t squeak, pressing his palm over Eddie’s mouth to shut him up, God—he has no shame whatsoever!
“Baby, the things we will do to you, shame would be the last thing on your mind by the time we are done,” Eddie says, smirking when Steve reddens even more deliciously, grumbling harmless insults about them as he pushes Eddie’s head into his chest to avoid any further eye contact or filth coming out of his mouth.
They stay on the couch for a few more minutes, his head tucked into Eddie’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He somehow feels completely different and yet not. Every doubt he had accumulated throughout the years, and these days—they seem to vanish, and he cannot help the certainty that floods his mind—that this is right, that this is where he belongs.
He loves Eddie.
Every time he becomes uncertain of that fact, new evidence turns up, making him unable to doubt, to run anywhere.
“Alright, Munson, it’s gonna be one in an hour, and Dustin would come crashing in if I go down late,” He says, with utmost internal difficulty. He doesn’t want to go anywhere—hell, he doesn’t even want to move from this couch.
“Sure, let’s go—”
“You are definitely not invited to shower with me, Munson.”
“I promise no funny business!” Steve looks at him with disbelief. It’s alarming how easily those words left his mouth. Eddie takes on a considering expression, then he nods, “Yeah, okay, I am gonna kiss you all over that sexy body, but that’s it!”
“That’s it?” Steve says, unimpressed, even if he gets a little pink at the end, “And you think nothing would happen when you do that?”
“Well, I was thinking, I’d be delighted if you touch yourself and I will cum on you.”
“E—E—I uh, you’re—you are ridiculous!” Steve cannot even form a proper sentence, biting his lips as he rushes to the bathroom; he is not a goddamn prude, goddammit! But nothing about them feels even remotely normal.
“That wasn’t a no!” Eddie yells from the living room, Steve laughs, despite the situation, God, he really can’t win against them, against him. He leaves the bathroom door unlocked as he strips down, a pleasant surprise colors his face when he sees the fancy-ass bathtub filled with warm water and lavender scent, even cheesy rose petals floating on the surface.
God.
“I told you we’d be late! Ah crap, he is calling again. Steve doesn’t bother picking up, knowing exactly the kind of screaming awaits to torture his ears, and hurries down to the Dining Hall. He didn’t expect Eddie to follow him to lunch, assuming the Rockstar would have a lot more important things to attend to, but Eddie reassured him it was no sweat.
“Man, the kid has no patience, it’s what—five times in like… 3 minutes?” Eddie scoffs. They were supposed to wait for the elevator, but it seemed to be stuck at a few floors below—he could have called service for it, but this is proving to be more fun.
“You don’t know how long I will have to hear him whine about this. He’s been even crazier about this since it’s probably our first uh—proper trip. Oh, finally, this is the floor.” They enter the elevator, pushing the right button as the door closes, ascending downwards. “How can your floor not be connected to general floors until what—14 or 15th!?”
“Well, for the first issue, I can just get him another free ticket for the tour, he shuts up pretty quickly after that… and the next, well, it was supposed to be something else, but Billy turned it into a separate staircase—and can’t say I hate it, there were times it really helped, so…”
“For you, maybe, he likes to demand a lot of things from me. And I’d like to hear later what it really helped you with,” Steve smirks, putting his phone on silent, and slipping it inside his back pocket.
“Ah, smart man,” Eddie grins, “Does that mean if I sulk away, I can demand things from you too?”
“Ew, and God, you’re ridiculous. And don’t think I didn’t notice the lack of answers.” Eddie smiles at him, his hand grabbing at his waist, pulling him closer, his head leaning against Steve’s shoulder.
“I know, baby. And I think I told you, I will answer anything you want to know, anything, whenever you desire.”
“You are awful,” He manages not to stutter, even if he feels heat pooling at the base of his stomach. It’s a little overwhelming, but it flutters such warmth inside of him, especially with how touchy Eddie is; every single moment just makes him crave for more.
They finally reach the Dining Hall, not even needing to ask for a table, as the loudest one contained a pretty chaotic crowd, seeming quite visible even from the entry door. It doesn’t take long for the kids to start arguing and yelling, but Steve can tell they are holding themselves back—given the past few serious events. And as much as he feels warmth bubbling in his chest, he is quite grateful for this aftermath because taking them head-on with their usual energy, insistence, and stubborn curiosity… isn’t something he looks forward to, especially with how new everything is. He looks around the table; he doesn’t even remember the last time they all came together like this—one or the other always managed to skip on Hawkin’s reunion at Joyce’s. It’s a little bittersweet feeling, but he loves it all the same, even with the awkwardness circling between him and Jonathan, not with Nancy, though, no—it’s more of an avoiding situation from his side—trying to shy away from her gaze as she tries to figure out what the fuck you did wrong.
The lunch continues in usual chaos, they talk about usual updates, what is going on with their life at the moment, keeping things simple. They avoid the elephant in the room—of what happened with the three men before, or how all of them have drifted apart, barely in contact with each other. Unless Joyce threatens them for Christmas Dinners. Its good—he supposes—why dig up the old graves? It’s working, whatever messed-up avoidance is going on between them… and if he has to be honest, he doesn’t feel like mixing with any crowd—at least from the past few months. He knows that has Robin worried as fuck, but… things have changed so much—he doesn’t even recognize these people sometimes. But that’s life, right? He has long accepted that bitter reality and moved on. Or, at least tried to.
He can pretend for now.
That they all are happy, and together, and just existing as if everything’s alright.
So, the lunch goes on well, Steve doesn’t mess up by passing any sort of self-deprecating or depressing remarks, and Eddie takes his mind off of pretty much everything awful. He avoids Nancy’s eyes, chimes in whenever it’s required, or stops the kids from getting thrown out of the Hotel when they get too loud.
“I know I promised, Dustin, and I am not breaking it. We are supposed to get out by 4, yes? I am just gonna meet Bi—Hargrove for a few minutes and meet you at the front gate.”
“If you are la—”
“I won’t be, I promise, I know we won’t have a lot of time cruising around, so I will be careful, alright?” Dustin nods reluctantly; it’s obvious he wants to argue more, but doesn’t push it like he usually does—must be due to the previous events they screwed up, Steve muses. “Alright, kids, we have got an hour. I will head back and change, you guys get to any packing that’s remaining—our flight back is at noon tomorrow, we don’t wanna be late for that. Capiche?”
After a litany of yes and agreements, some sad, and some excited, they all dispersed into their floors. Nancy seems to linger around, her expression thoughtful as she waits for most of the kids to leave. But seeming to have changed her mind, she bids them bye and leaves with Jonathan. Steve sighs in relief, he knows it’s incoming, but he’d rather avoid as long as he can—dealing with Nancy when she is convinced you’re going to mess up is interestingly quite—impossible.
After Robin exits, leaving behind only Steve, Eddie, and Max, the atmosphere turns slightly serious. Eddie takes his cue and announces he will get some dessert since he is still hungry, leaving two of them at the table.
“…I am sorry, Steve,” Max starts, barely audible—but then again, she had always seemed to struggle with apologies. “I didn’t—I was the one who came up with the plan. I didn’t… know about anything that happened between you three. So yeah—uh, the others aren’t at fault.”
“It’s alright, Max,” Steve replies, his tone gentle, “It wasn’t that bad actually—pretty solid plot-wise too—but as you said, we had a complicated history between us, and it escalated things. You shouldn’t have meddled in that way—but it’s not really your fault. I was mainly angrier at them than anyone else. But I took it out on everyone involved because it was easier than confronting what I really felt, despite everything that had happened. Despite how it went down, I am glad I was able to meet them again, and we are working on it—on forgiving and making up for the mistakes. So, in a way, you helped us—although next time, please research the topic before cooking up another plan—” Steve chuckles, even Max cracks a smile at that. “All’s well and forgiven, alright, Max?”
“…okay. Yeah, that’s—uh—that’s cool.” Steve wants to coo at her; she has never been this quiet and remorseful before. He is a bit proud of her, but knows better than to say anything to her. They sit there in silence for a few seconds, then Steve takes pity on her fidgety form and tells her to go.
“Now shoo, you gotta pack and get ready. We only have a little over half an hour right now.” Max gratefully takes the exit, rushing out of the Hall a bit too quickly, he shakes his head—they are still such kids for him.
“What are we smiling about, baby?” Eddie slides into the seat beside him, his hand finding purchase at his waist, pulling his seat closer than necessary, as he puts a tray of desserts in front of him.
“Nothing really… why did you get so many cakes, Eddie?” There are five small plates of different desserts on the tray, and as much as Eddie ate during lunch, he doesn’t think the man should be hungry enough to devour these many sweets, too.
“For you, my love,” Eddie says softly, before Steve can stop blushing and push the man away, he is pulled into his lap, and manhandled into settling comfortably over his thighs.
“Eddie! Wh—we are still in public!” God, he feels so embarrassed, “Let me go!”
“Baby, I have never seen you so shy before… what the fuck happened to King Steve?”
“Not that King Steve anymore,” He grumbles, ignoring the ick he feels whenever someone mentions his shameful past, “And it’s—just new.”
“Ah.” Eddie makes an understanding sound, picking up on his sour mood at the mention of King Steve. He chuckles softly, the jock had barely any legit reason to hate his past self—sure, he was a bit of a jerk, but he never crossed any limits—he learned, and got better—every time. And no one wanted to confess it, but nobody complained when King Steve ‘bullied’ them. With his pretty eyes and pretty hair, making snide comments—like a spoiled princess, and circling around them with his pretty long legs. Yeah, they all enjoyed the view. Especially since it made them half terrified out of their mind, and half… aroused. But then he genuinely apologized to people he wronged and contributed so much to protect the people of Hawkins. Eddie fell for him, hopelessly, with no possibility of return.
“How about we head to Billy’s floor?” Eddie suggested, biting back another fond smile as he sees Steve licking the plates clean—he sure ate a lot for someone who complained about ‘too much food’. But he doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t want Steve to pull back—or start acting conscious for no good reason. He loves being able to provide for the people he cares for, be it cooking for them, buying them meals, taking them shopping… whatever works. To be relied on. And he cannot wait to spoil his pretty boy rotten.
“Hmm… I suppose. I will recheck everything again since I don’t think we’d have any time tonight. Argyle said something about late night party, I think? We’d be too hungover for last-minute packing.” He gets up, letting himself be pulled gently out of the Dining Hall, his hand in Eddie’s, held with care as they navigate through the hallways.
Eddie makes a non-committal sound, nose scrunching a little when Steve talks about leaving—it’s adorable. But Steve feels the same disappointment about going back to Chicago after so much has gone down; it’s not enough—the time they’ve shared barely measures up to the distance they maintained for the past few years. But they have a life, and they have to move forward.
They make soft conversations in the elevator, Steve telling him about the itinerary Dustin has sent into the group chat—he doesn’t think they will be able to cover even half of the list, but they will surely try. Eddie hums along, trying to listen to his pretty voice without getting distracted—it’s a difficult task—and almost impossible to carry out without pinning him against a wall and kissing the daylights out of him. Steve doesn’t notice his hunger, as he rants about the Party, mainly Dustin, with his hands flailing around—animated as he spoke.
Fuck. He looks so cute even when he is just yapping the minutes away.
Then again, they had accepted pretty early on that they cannot be normal about Steve Harrington—it just isn’t possible for them. Eddie opens the main door to access Billy’s floor, looks back fondly as Steve continues to talk about something silly the Party did back in Hawkins during a Christmas Dinner.
“…but of course, Dustin would not let it slide! I tell him again and again to just let things go and sometimes not open his big judgy mouth, but no! I mean, the kid is—” Steve pauses in the middle of his sentence, surprised to see Billy waiting for them, sprawled on the bed. “Billy? Wha…”
The blond doesn’t say anything, simply grabs his wrist and pulls him onto the bed, manhandling him quickly into his lap, arms wrapping around his waist as he rests his chin on his shoulder. Eddie chuckles softly, going to the kitchen to get Billy water and some cut-up fruit for Steve that he stored in the fridge.
“I missed you so much,” Billy whispers, his eyes closed as his grip tightens. Steve takes a few seconds to process the situation—even if it’s already been enough time to know that all of this is real—it’s really happening… but it still takes him by surprise. The adoration he feels, the unadulterated care from them… it makes him wonder if he truly deserved it. Billy is still in his suit, his hair matted against his forehead; he looks a little exhausted, resting, draped over him. Since he hasn’t changed, he probably has to go back to work—yet he is here, waiting for him, staying for him.
“Does it get too tiring?” He asks, finally relaxing against his muscular chest, stroking the knuckles interlocked over his stomach.
“Sometimes,” Billy replies, “It’s not that bad, honestly, it’s just been a lot these past few weeks. And I just wanna get done with all of this stupid stuff so I can get back to being plastered around you.”
“Billy!” He giggles, lightly slapping his hand, “Will you be here for a while?”
“Unfortunately, no, baby,” Steve finds himself blushing at the endearment again—it’s annoying to be so easily affected by them. Eddie comes back, handing a small water bottle to Billy, and sits in front of Steve, a plate of fruits in his hand. “I kinda sneaked in here when Eddie reminded me you were gonna go sightseeing with the gremlins till late evening. Linda’s gonna bombard my phone once she finds out I have bailed on the PR meeting.”
“Not gremlins,” Steve tries to stay sternly, mouth twitching in retaliation, “Awwh, just for little ol’ me?”
“Yes, every single time, love,” Billy says with absolute conviction, like he has no doubt he’d come running with just one word from Steve. And, well, he looks away in embarrassment, cheeks flushed at the blatant confession, avoiding Eddie’s knowing gaze.
“Shut up…” He mumbles, suddenly shy, sandwiched between two hottest people he knows… and loves. Eddie gently turns his face towards himself, with his fingers pressing under his chin. There is an adorable grin on his face as he holds out a fork to his mouth, 2-3 berries stuck on it, as he looks at him expectantly. “Eds, I just ate lunch… and desserts! Wha—”
“These are fruits. They don’t count.” Fuck. He is so weak against his grin.
“Ugh. Fine.” He bites down and chews, enjoying the cold, sweet berries. They usually do not have enough money to spend on organic, healthy stuff, and the fruits they get in their supermarkets are kind of bland. Billy fills in some of the details of his day, and even Eddie shares as he slowly feeds Steve the fruits on the plate, alternating a few bites to Billy, too. He wants to refuse after a few bites, but it’s incredibly sweet and flavorful, and he doesn’t even realize when he has eaten the whole thing, because Eddie has been casually feeding him while distracting him. And they’re juicy too, as he feels some of the fluid trickle down his chin, leaving a sticky texture behind. He moves his hand to wipe the uncomfortable feeling, but he is stopped by Billy’s fingers on his wrist, turning him just enough that they faced each other… a little too close.
“Bil—Eek!?” Hot tongue slides over his chin, licking off the sweet sticky trail below his lips. Steve blinks, dazed at the action, as Billy pulls away only a few centimeters, blue stormy eyes watching him intensely.
“Hmm, tasty.” Then, without a warning, he turns Steve fully, lifting him by his thighs and settling him over his lap. Steve squeaks again, taken aback by the change, but circles his hands around Billy’s nape, lets himself be pulled closer, their chest pressing against each other. “I heard you both had a nice time together,” He says, voice impossibly low, lips teasing his neck, leaving trails of small licks and nips, and Steve can feel that smirk against his skin. "Look at all these marks, Eddie didn't hold back, huh?"
It’s fucking hot.
“You didn’t say we couldn’t, Hargrove.” Steve gasps at the sharp bite he receives at his retort, a big hand roughly cups his ass, while the other firmly tugs at his hair, slightly raising his face.
“I suppose. Maybe it’s time to get even, yeah, baby?”
“W—Wait—I have to lea—hnn—”
Eddie lies back, knows he cannot join in even if he wishes nothing more than to pounce all over them—it’s Billy’s turn since he already had his… delicious fun in the morning. Billy had been expressing his displeasure the whole day. And well, the sight is ravishing.
Billy is devouring the brunet; his hand is on Steve’s throat, fingers pressing firm enough that Eddie can see pink lines forming on his skin. They couldn’t be any closer, unless Billy finds a way to fuse them. He has Steve already trembling desperately, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline, sweet cries leaving his lips, but most of it being swallowed by the blond—Eddie doesn’t think Billy even realizes how greedily he is taking everything from Steve. It doesn’t take long before Billy is impatiently pushing Steve on the bed, sliding his legs apart and positioning himself between them, pinning two protesting hands to the mattress as he ravishes their boy, his fingers gripping Steve’s jaw, taking absolute control of the kiss, leaving Steve uselessly thrashing underneath him, unable to do anything but take it, let himself be consumed without any escape.
Eddie pulls out his cock, he is so hard, it’s almost painful at this point. It’s obscene the way Steve is moaning and whimpering, with just a kiss! So fucking responsive. And Billy charging in like a bull—as if he is using Steve—but he is not, he is careful enough with his strength. It reminds him of the exact scenario that happened in the morning, it started with Steve in his lap, kissing like no tomorrow, and just like Eddie couldn't be sated with just that, needing to have Steve under him—Billy hadn't wasted any time either. They were so similar yet so different.
It’s too much.
Steve makes protesting noises, on the verge of losing every bit of his strength, Billy takes mercy on him and breaks away, his eyes not leaving Steve even for a second as the brunet pants harshly against his mouth, hot breath fanning over his lips. He looks sinful, million times better than Billy could ever imagine—mouth slightly widened, brown eyes wet with tears, flushed and stained cheeks, lips bitten raw and red, swollen in such an enticing way it almost propels him to dive in for more but he resists, for the sake of his pretty boy, and a beautiful long pale neck in front of him, taking big gulps of air, as if inviting him to ravish the decorated skin even further. He doesn’t waste any time latching onto his throat, tightening his hold on the wrists that were trying to wriggle out of his hold in vain, leaving a few dark red marks all over his skin. Steve tries to speak, say something, but all he can manage are broken moans and pleas that don’t clarify anything.
“Fuck” Eddie cums the moment Steve screams loudly when Billy bites sharply at his collarbone, almost breaking the skin, his breathless ‘ah ah ah billy!’ filling the room, their crotches pressing together obscenely, there is a much darker splotch in the middle of Steve’s pants. They breathe into each other, Billy loses his grip on Steve’s wrists, softly rubbing at the pink lines forming, whispering loving words into his ears, as they calm down.
Finally, Billy pulls away, the storm in his eyes ebbing away, a clarity taking its place as he looks over Eddie’s side, chuckling at the state he finds him in, and beckoning with the towel in his hand. He throws the extra clean towel they had in the drawer, watching Billy take care of Steve much more carefully than he has ever done anything before. Maybe when he repaired his Camaro.
“You monster,” Steve says when he finally comes to. There isn’t any discomfort on his face, just slight traces of astonishment and arousal. Then bright red embarrassment shines on his face, “I cannot believe I came in my pants! Billy, you jerk!”
“It was so fucking sexy, princess, I am surprised I didn’t cum” Billy assures, pressing a light kiss on the corner of his lips. Eddie crawls to them, deciding to join in, adding another soft kiss on Steve’s cute nose. They are tangled in each other, letting the moment stand still, taking comfort in the warmth radiating from them.
“What came over you?” Steve asks curiously after a while, it was a little overwhelming, being at the end of Billy’s desire was… not an experience for the light-hearted. As far as he remembers, they were simply talking about their day.
“Baby, you could yawn, and I would wanna bend you over and—” Steve slaps a hand on his mouth. And yelps when Billy licks his palm.
“Oh my god, you’re a menace! Eds, he is being—uh…Billy!” Eddie smiles at that, taking his hand where Billy licked, dropping soft kisses over them.
“I’d be lying if I said I don’t feel the same, baby. You overestimate how much we want you—need you. You could be just existing, and we’d be getting hard out of nowhere. Or bursting with love. Depending on the situation.”
“Oh my god.”
Steve profusely tries to apologize for crumpling Billy’s suit, to which Billy only says another kiss would suffice, but Eddie butts in, saying it was the blond’s fault for jumping Steve in his work clothes. Plus, they had a handheld steamer for these situations. Billy kicks his leg before engulfing Steve in another kiss.
Which meant Steve was late by 20 minutes for the outing.
Dusting is going to kill him.