Chapter Text
The ending of Criminal Minds echoed through the room until Steve’s radio clicked and the music stopped altogether. The two had been laying in silence for so long, Eddie wasn’t sure Steve was still awake. He slowly pulled his head up from the pillows and glanced over at his friend. Steve’s head was laid back, arms crossed over his chest as it rose and fell at a steady pace. His eyes were shut and his mouth fell open slightly as he inhaled and exhaled.
“Steve?” Eddie whispered as he began to sit up. No reply. Careful not to disturb Steve, Eddie slid off his side of the bed and made sure his feet hit the ground softly. He walked over to the radio and replaced the Modern Love album with Steve’s copy of Hunky Dory . Life on Mars? was for so many reasons Eddie’s favorite Bowie song, especially since everything that had happened with Vecna. He didn’t skip any tracks though, since the entire album held (in his humble opinion) some of Bowie’s greatest hits. Eddie turned the volume down slightly so it wouldn’t wake Steve.
He turned around and leaned up against Steve’s bed room wall, watching the boy sleeping. It felt slightly weird, but it made more sense to do it from a far. Eddie hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he was away, he saw that Steve’s body was completely turned to where Eddie had once been laying. Eddie smiled at that, before letting his eyes travel around Steve’s room. It was neat and clean, though not barren of posters and each surface seemed to have music on top of it. Eddie noticed a small pile of books held under Steve’s bedside table on the left side. It was curious, sense Eddie knew Steve wasn’t a fan of reading in the first place. That thought reminded him of the book Steve had tossed under his bed as soon as Eddie had arrived.
Slowly, Eddie tip toed over to Steve’s bed before dropping to his knees and wedging himself up under it. It was dark and surprisingly clean, making it easy for Eddie to locate a small paperback book. He pulled the book and himself out from under the bed, standing up as he read the title. Adrenaline by James Dillinger. A taut riveting hollywood thriller of two gay men on the run from police brutality. Eddie tilted his head in confusion, brows knitting. He flipped the book open, eyes running over the first few pages. His eyes widened slightly. Oh, he thought, So it was porn. He closed the book and slid it back under Steve’s bed, slightly in shock over the whole thing. He made the educated guess that Robin had gotten it for him, but he couldn’t gather why she would do such a thing. She knew Steve hated reading, and more importantly, she knew he was straight.
Still curious, Eddie tip toed over to the books that were under Steve’s bedside table. He noticed a sticky note from Robin on the top of the stack which read ‘ I think he’d like one of these ;) -Robin ’. Eddie peeled the sticky note off the top cover and began shuffling through the books. ‘ Blue Eyes, Black Hair’, ‘The Color Purple’, ‘Magic’s Pawn’, ‘The Gunslinger’, ‘The Summer Tree’. Eddie’s eyes scanned each cover start to finish, read over the descriptions multiple times, trying to decode who the ‘he’ that Robin was referring to was. Too distracted by curiosity, Eddie didn’t hear the soft yawn and shifting of blankets as Steve slowly awoke.
“Eddie?” Steve’s voice was dry and low, startling the boy on the floor. Eddie sat up straight, finding that Steve was rubbing his eyes and propping himself up on his elbow.
“I’m here.” Eddie replied, still holding onto the stack of books. He looked down at his hands. He neatly shoved them back under the table, before pulling himself back onto the bed.
“What were you doing on the floor?” Steve chuckled slightly, voice still deep in his throat. Hot, Eddie though absentmindedly.
“I fell.” He lied, brows furrowed out of their of volition as a form of self disbelief.
Steve smiled playfully, but didn’t press. He seemed too tired to care or realize that Eddie had just been inches away from the books he had been hiding so suspiciously.
“I had a great dream.” Steve hummed, bringing his hands to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Eddie couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across his face.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, voice quiet, as if anyone else could hear him. “What happened?”
“Hmm,” Steve slid his hands down onto the pillow where his head lay. Eddie, sitting with his legs outstretched, turned slightly so his upper body was directed more towards Steve. “You were there.” Steve mumbled.
“What was I doing?” Eddie asked.
Steve gestured above his head slightly, by rotating his wrists in a circular motion. “Dancing, I think. To music.”
“Bowie?” Eddie asked, voice still in an almost whisper.
“Mm.” Steve said as he closed his eyes. Eddie was worried he was going to go back to sleep so he nudged Steve’s side slightly. Steve opened his eyes, brows furrowing but smiling still.
“I wanna do something.” Eddie had been having many restless nights since Vecna’s attack, and only seemed to be able to go to sleep if Steve was there with him.
Steve propped himself up on his elbows. “What kind of ‘something’?” He asked, head tilting toward Eddie. The other paused, wondering if there was some hidden innuendo or social cue he was missing. Steve cocked a brow so Eddie assumed there was nothing to uncover.
“We could dance?” Eddie suggested, nodding his head towards Steve’s radio which was still playing the Hunky Dory album. Steve considered this for a moment, knocking his head to the side like a dog. He pushed himself off the bed in a quick movement of his arms, before spinning on his heel and holding an arm out for Eddie.
“Then lets dance.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he enthusiastically clasped onto Steve’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled off of the bed. The ending line of Eight Line Poem was playing as Steve and Eddie shuffled over to the small rug that was places symmetrically in front of the foot of Steve’s bed. Eddie’s face lit up as the opening note of Life On Mars? began.
“It’s a god-awful small affair.” Steve loved seeing Eddie like this. He looked so free and happy, despite everything he had been through. “To the girl with the mousy hair.” Steve knew this song reminded Eddie of Chrissy, knew he used to cry every time he heard it. Robin said something about the stages of grief, and Steve assumed now, that Eddie was able to hear it without breaking down, that he had found his way to acceptance. “But her mummy is yelling “No,” and her daddy had told her to go.” Eddie spun slow, his hair flowing behind him, slightly delayed in it’s motions by it’s length and volume. Steve always thought it was awfully pretty. “But her friend is no where to be seen.” Steve had always though Eddie was pretty. “As she walks through her sunken dream.” Pretty like how girls with pretty. “To the seat with the clearest view.” The way Eddie’s lips curled when he spoke or mouthed the words to songs. “And she’s hooked to the silver screen.”
Eddie’s hands gripped Steve’s arms dramatically as the piano hit deeper notes. Steve was shaken out of his thoughts, eyes locking on Eddie once again. “But the film is a saddened bore.” Eddie sang along quietly, letting go of Steve’s arms to twirl around again. “For she’s lived ten times or more!” Steve looped his finger around Eddie’s belt just before he got too far away, pulling him back closer. Eddie’s face flushed, still smiling though. “She could spit in the eyes of fools.” Steve tucks his hands together behind Eddie’s back, and Eddie takes it as a sign to wrap his own hands around Steve’s neck. “As they ask her to focus on..” They swayed as if they had done it a trillion times before, and as if they were meant to do it for the rest of their god forsaken lives.
Eddie had long forgotten about singing along, lips frozen in a peaceful smile as his eyes swam over every bit of Steve’s face. The small part of him that was convinced actions like this were wrong, had seemed to vanish, leaving Eddie is absolute bliss. He could feel the warm breath leaving Steve’s nose, and it tickled across his face.
“You look happy.” Steve observed, voice so quiet it hid under the music.
“I am.” Eddie laughed, though it broke in his throat and sounded more breathless than he meant. He knew his face was pink and he prayed the dimly lit room made than harder to notice.
“Good.” Steve said. His eyes dipped down to Eddie’s lips with no intent of hiding his desire. Eddie felt every square inch of his body ignite. Steve moved slow, as if any sudden movements may scare Eddie away. His head bowed slightly, being roughly an inch taller than the latter. He slowed as their lips were nearly a centimeter apart. Eddie felt himself gasp though he wasn’t sure why. It was as if all the oxygen had been depleted from his body.
When their lips found each other, it was as if all life's questions had been answered. It was softer than any other kiss Eddie had experienced prior, and sweeter than any girl Steve had ever been with. It was calm and slow, both scared too take it too fast a ruin it. But Eddie knew that all the blood in his face was traveling somewhere else and he let his better judgment pass. He inhaled deep through his nose, hands diving quickly to find purchase in Steve’s hair. Steve hummed as Eddie tugged slightly. Their body’s rolled against each other in harmony, and Steve’s hands traveled up to Eddie’s hips in hopes of speeding up the melody.
Eddie pulled away slightly, forehead knocking against Steve’s as he took a deep breath. Steve’s eyes flickered up, running over Eddie’s face to make sure everything was alright.
“Bed, now.” Eddie mumbled, eyes barely open enough to meet Steve’s. Nonetheless, Steve nodded. He knew his bedroom well, and he knew, from countless previous hookups, he could spin his partner around and push her back two long steps before her knees would hit his bed and she would fall back. It felt slightly inappropriate to do that though, and against his own nature, Steve felt himself being pushed back, three steps, until Eddie was pushing him down onto the mattress and climbing on top of him.
Eddie pressed three fingers into Steve’s shoulder to hold him down momentarily as he sat up and began pulling his own shirt off. Steve watched with blown pupils, hands running up and down Eddie’s now bare hips. Dipping his head back down, Eddie locked their lips again. He peeled Steve’s hands off his waist and pushed them down into the mattress. Steve’s hips rolled up on their own volition, which was met by an equally involuntary moan. Eddie slid his tongue over Steve’s bottom lip, before slowly pulling away to look down at the absolute mess he was stradling. He rolled his hips down experimentally, noting how Steve’s body tense up and his jaw went slack. Eddie rolled his hips down again, slower this time, and Steve’s hands attempted to slide out from under Eddie’s grip. He mumbled something inaudible as his hips canted up to meet Eddie’s.
“What was that?” Eddie teased, raising his hips slightly so there was nothing for Steve to gain friction from.
“I gotta fuck you.” Steve managed, eyes hooded and furrowed brows catching sweat as it beaded on his forehead. Eddie nearly came undone at the sight. He nodded wordlessly, new ego faltering at the sight of Steve’s desperation. In a matter of seconds, Steve had managed to twist their bodies around. Eddie’s back hit the mattress with a soft thump and Steve could barely stand so he let his knees lean against the foot of the bed. He leaned back slightly, this time to pull his own shirt off. Eddie hadn’t seen Steve shirtless since they were in the upside down, and part of him regretted not asking Steve to strip sooner.
“So fucking hot.” Eddie keened, reaching out for Steve’s shoulders.
“If you like it so much, why’d you throw your vest at me last time?” Steve asked, abiding to the request of Eddie’s outstretched arms.
Eddie kissed him as soon as their faces were close enough. “Just wanted to see you in my clothes.” He whispered as their lips parted. Steve gasped slightly, lips parting but no come back to follow him up with. Eddie smirked, before immediately wrapping his legs around Steve’s back to pull him in closer. He knew for a fact he could finish from grinding alone, which was why he desperately wanted Steve to hurry the hell up. Steve raised his head, eyes slightly worried as they met Eddie’s. Eddie could feel his stomach turning.
“I’ve never been with a guy.” Steve admitted softly.
Eddie let out a small sigh of relief. “That’s okay, I’ll help you.” He paused a moment as Steve began to sit up and reach for the front of Eddie’s jeans. “You have lube, right?” Steve nodded dumbly.
“‘s in my nightstand.” He replied, shaky fingers unlooping Eddie’s belt.
You’re gonna need it.” Eddie chuckled as he unwrapped his legs from Steve’s torso. “Unless you wanna raw dog it.”
Steve’s face flushed at the idea, but he stepped back nonetheless. As he went to retrieve the bottle of lube in his nightstand, Eddie did himself the courtesy of taking off his jeans. They were comfortable, until he was hard, and suddenly they were the tightest pieces of fabric in the world. He bent his knees to pull them completely off as Steve returned. Steve handed the bottle to Eddie, who took it, before sitting up. He was now face to face with Steve’s crotch and lord knows that was his only intention. He glanced up with a crooked grin as his fingers danced along the waist band of Steve’s sweats. He pulled down the sweats first, slowly, eyes never parting from Steve’s. He was about to pull Steve’s boxers down when Steve hand met his shoulder and nudged him back slightly.
“What?” Eddie asked with a frustrated tone, though his hands dropped to his side obediently. Steve sighed, brushing some hair behind his ear.
“This is gonna be over a lot faster if you keep that up.” He explained in a defeated tone, reaching down for Eddie’s thighs to wrap back around his own waist.
Eddie watched breathlessly. His boxer briefs were tight against his skin and did no job of hiding his toned thighs. Steve’s hands slotted perfectly over them, gripping and pulling them upward. Eddie understood exactly what Steve meant.
Steve placed one kiss on Eddie’s forehead before moving his hands to the mattress. “What do I need to do?” He asked. He was patient and slow and his tone was soft. Eddie had never slept with someone who seemed to genuinely care about his well being in between the sheets. He was slowed in a state of melting as his whole body heated up again and he remembered why his feeling for Steve were far from strictly sexual.
“Prep.” Eddie managed. “You gotta loosen me.. with your fingers.” He couldn’t manage a sensual tone, but Steve didn’t seem bothered. His lips folded into a short smile, placing another kiss on Eddie’s temple.
“Like finger fucking?” Steve asked, pulling back a bit so he could loop two fingers around the waistband of Eddie’s underwear. Eddie nodded. He was left completely naked shortly after, finding that the heat covering his body did nothing to protect him from the cold air stilled in Steve’s room. Steve stared down in awe, running his hand over Eddie’s thigh and daring to go lower.
“If you..” Eddie mumbled, sitting up on his elbows. He reached a hand out for Steve’s waist. “Kneel sorta.” He could barely explain what he meant, but Steve did his best to oblige. Eddie gave limited instructions on how Steve could kneel on the mattress and slide Eddie closer to him so it’d be easier to ‘finger fuck’ him.
“Wouldn’t it really be easier if I just flipped you over?” Steve asked. Eddie sighed, clearly to sexually frustrated to care about how things were happening, as long as they happened. “I don’t need to though.” Steve recanted, rubbing his palm over Eddie’s waist as an attempt to calm him. It worked and Eddie melted into the touch. Steve quickly assumed the position Eddie had instructed of him, and retrieved the lube from where it lay on the mattress. He poured a dollop onto two of his fingers, lowering them down, before quickly making eyes contact with Eddie to make sure everything was alright. Eddie nodded, chewing his bottom lip in anticipation.
Steve rubbed the cold gel over the bundle of nerves, to which Eddie hummed in approval. He carefully pressed his middle finger in and Eddie’s reaction was unforgettable. He rolled his hips down and his head shot back, though he didn’t make a noise. It was almost like he was holding his breath, waiting for move. So Steve provided. He slowly pulled his finger in and out, noticing how Eddie moved along with him. Steve felt himself throb at the idea of Eddie meeting his pace with more than just Steve’s finger inside of him. Steve pushed in a second finger, rocking them in and out a bit faster. Eddie met his pace still, and let out a small whimper. Steve bet money he could get more than a whimper out of Eddie Munson. He added a third, watching as Eddie’s back went taut unexpectedly, and he rocked his head to the side. Under a mess of hair, Steve could hear him moaning, though it was muffled by what Steve assumed was Eddie biting his lip. Steve sped up the motion of his wrist, silently begging Eddie to speak up. Eddie gave in, letting out a groan as his hips struggled to meet Steve’s movements.
“I’m so fucking close, please put your dick in me.” Normally Steve wasn’t one for overtly sexual pillow talk, but it was Eddie Munson and Steve was starting to think he had no real idea what he wanted anymore. He obediently removed his fingers, wiping them on his boxers as he tugged them off. Eddie glanced up, not to be disappointed by the sight which was Steve Harrington's package. Before he could make a snarky comment, Steve was grabbing him by the thighs and pulling him closer. Steve poured more lube into his hand, and Eddie watched in silent awe as he ran his hand over his cock a few times, before returning his hand to Eddie’s thigh. The gel was cold against his skin and Eddie’s head rolled back again in bliss.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Steve said as he lined himself up with the boy below him. Eddie nodded sharply, eyes screwed shut. Steve slowly pushed in, other hand finding purchase on Eddie’s hip to direct his movements better. Eddie couldn’t muffled any noises as he moaned and rolled his hips down onto Steve’s dick. Eddie was whimpering a mantra of obscenities and Steve was too lost in bliss to care. His length was surrounded by tight, warm walls that pulled him closer and closer to the mess laying under him.
“Fucking move.” Eddie spat, voice sounding to deranged to be making any demands. Steve did just as he was told though, rocking his hips back and rolling them forward at a dreadfully slow pace. Eddie whined, attempting to speed up his motions by rolling his hips down further. All that did though was cause the tip of Steve’s length to graze a certain spot, to which Eddie nearly finished on the spot. He keened, grabbing onto the sheets with all his strength.
Steve did speed up though, and it wasn’t long before his pace was nearly unbearable. Eddie gave up on matching his motions as his entire body shook with every forward thrust. Steve had ducked his head into Eddie’s shoulder, whimpers and moans clouding both their minds. Eddie tightened his legs around Steve’s torso as the best warning he could manage, but Steve understood. He sped up, fingers pressing so hard into Eddie’s thigh and hip that bruises were destined to appear. Eddie’s climax hit him harder than it ever had, his entire body spasming as his knuckles turned red against the sheets. He gasped and moaned as Steve didn’t stop, but the way Eddie tightened around Steve’s dick didn’t make his own orgasm far to follow. Steve groaned as his hips sputtered forward a last few times and he finished inside the mess he had created.
He pulled out slowly and Eddie immediately missed the feeling. Steve rolled over next to Eddie, both boys limp and sweaty. Eddie turned his head slightly, still panting and eyes hooded as he attempted to catch Steve’s line of sight. Steve smiled as they locked eyes, slowly pushing his head towards Eddie’s. He pressed a loose kiss onto Eddie’s cheek.
“I love you.” He whispered, resting his face about four inches from Eddie’s.
Eddie smiled weakly. “I love you too.”