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“Worst place you’ve ever had sex in. Go,” Eddie says, handing the joint to Steve, who’s sitting next to him on the trailer’s old couch.
They’ve been throwing stupid questions at each other for the last twenty minutes, so Steve doesn’t react any differently to this one, just takes a hit and thinks it over.
Eddie allows himself three seconds to stare at his pursed lips before he glances back at the stained ceiling.
“The beach,” Steve says finally. “Sand, man. It gets everywhere.”
Eddie sniggers, taking the joint back. He’s never had sex on the beach but he trusts Steve’s judgement, he already hates it when sand gets in his hair, he can’t imagine having it– elsewhere.
“But,” Steve continues like he’s lost in thought. “At least it washes away, you know? Maybe it’s actually the alley behind this bar in Indy– my knees were hurting for days after that.”
There’s a sound like a record scratching in Eddie’s brain as he processes Steve’s words.
“W–What?” He stammers out because Steve can’t mean–
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have been kneeling there for that long,” Steve says, making grabby hands for the weed. Eddie hands it over without taking a hit. “It was gross, too,” he continues, his lips wrapping around the joint enticingly. Eddie can’t help but glance at them. They curl into a smirk when he adds, “The floor was gross, not the– you know.”
Eddie splutters. “I– I don’t,” he chokes out. There’s no way Steve is talking oh so casually about blowing someone in a dingy alley. Eddie needs clarification before his brain starts getting any ideas. “What– what were you doing on your knees?”
At that, Steve gives him a quizzical look. “What do you think, Eds?” He says with a chuckle, brushing his hair back with his free hand. With the other one he offers the joint back to Eddie who waves it away, his mind reeling already.
“I’m not thinking! My brain is just like–” He makes an explosion sound, his hands mimicking his head being blown. And it is– by the realization that Steve Harrington admitted to sucking dick. “You– were you blowing a guy?” He asks, his voice raising embarrassingly.
Steve nods sheepishly and Eddie’s mouth drops. “Why?”
Raising an eyebrow, Steve repeats. “Why?” When Eddie nods a little impatiently, he snorts. “I don’t know, Eddie, why do you suck dick?”
“Because I like it!” Steve gives him a look like duh, exactly. Eddie sputters some more. “But I’m gay, you’re-”
“Something,” Steve finishes when Eddie trails off, gesturing uselessly. “Bisexual is what Rob called it.”
Eddie blinks at him, at a loss for words.
Steve’s eyes narrow. “I thought you knew.”
At that, Eddie lets out a bark of laughter. “No! Steve, of course I didn’t fucking know! Do you think I would act normal around you if I knew that?”
“You never act normal,” Steve teases. “You’re not acting normal right now.”
“Apologies, Your Majesty, for this jester needs a moment to erase the image of you sucking dick from his brain,” Eddie snaps, his voice bordering on hysterical.
Steve’s eyes sparkle. “Would you rather see it for yourself?”
A strangled sound slips past Eddie’s lips in response.
Steve scoots closer, a smirk stretching over his face. “That’s why you’re freaking out, right?” He asks, lowering his voice and sending shivers down Eddie’s spine. “Because you wish it was you.”
Eddie opens and closes his mouth a few times.
“It can,” Steve whispers, crowding Eddie against the arm of the couch. “If you want.”
“What– What’s happening?” Eddie asks, finally finding his voice.
“I’m offering to give you a blow job,” he says just as casually.
“Because you like sucking dick,” Eddie says, matter-of-fact.
“Yes,” Steve shrugs. “And because I like you, dork.”
“Oh.”
When the silence stretches, Steve nudges Eddie’s leg. “So what do you say?”
“What do I–” Eddie laughs, less hysterical but still disbelieving. Giddy too. “I say yes, of course, Stevie, Jesus H. Christ!”
“Good,” Steve chuckles amusedly. “Hand me a throw pillow then, I’m not hurting my knees this time,” he says with a wink.
Eddie shudders, his dick twitching in his pants. Blindly, he grabs one of the couch’s pillows and shoves it into Steve’s hands.
He slides to the floor, settling between Eddie’s legs, his knees on the pillow. There, he quite literally blows Eddie’s mind.
And as it turns out, Steve didn’t really need the pillow. Eddie comes approximately forty-five seconds in and then Steve is off the floor and climbing on top of Eddie, grinding against him, his knees digging into the plush couch instead.