10. Antici...pation

“Why do I gotta go in?” Eddie asked, slumping against the driver’s seat. “You’re the one who left the lipstick in there.”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just Steve’s house,” Robin was doing her eyeshadow in the mirror, already in her Daphne costume.

“Yeah, but Steve’s not here,” Eddie pointed out.

“So?”

“So?” He echoed. “It’s… weird. Me going into his house when he’s not there. What if his parents are home? I’ve never even met them before.”

“They’re not here,” Robin rubbed particularly at a spot on her eye, attempting to wipe away some of the makeup. “He told me. Now can you hurry up? It’s in his room.”

“Why not just borrow mine?” Eddie gestured to the center console, where he had makeup for Frank-N-Furter, which he would be changing into once they parked at the party. It would be cramped, but he’d manage.

“Because it’s not my color, duh,” Robin paused to look at Eddie flatly. He rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” Eddie sighed. “I swear to god if his parents are here… you owe me.”

With Robin’s spare key in hand, Eddie went to Steve’s front door. He stared at it for a moment, grimacing in uncertainty. It felt… wrong not to knock first. At least that way if his parents were home, he wouldn’t scare the everloving fuck out of them.

Eddie gave an unsure knock, listening for a moment. He didn’t hear anything, and all the lights were off, so he unlocked the door and stepped in, shutting it softly behind him. Eager to get out of the house as quickly as possible, Eddie took to the stairs hurriedly. Steve’s room was clean, and frankly Eddie didn’t think he’d ever seen it messy, which surprised him.

He scanned the bedside table first, eyes trailing onto the floor at some stuff poking out from under Steve’s bed. There looked to be a small box with yearbooks, and some clutter around it. Eddie spotted the tube of lipstick and picked it up, but the glossy, bright orange and red paper underneath it caught his eye. A part of Eddie knew what it was before he picked it up, but having his suspicion confirmed made his mouth fall open.

A single magazine page lined with creases where it had been folded, and on it was a very scandalous man. Specifically, a man in a tiny, leather and studded jockstrap, which did nearly nothing to cover his dick. In addition to this, the man was shirtless under a leather vest, adorned in silver rings and necklaces. Black lined his large, dark brown eyes and thick lashes. Most notably, though, was the long, fluffed out brown hair.

Eddie let out a shocked scoff, hand coming up to cover a smile as his face erupted into flames. It looked uncannily like him, of course. He would definitely be using this against Steve. He slid the paper back to its spot, hiding it better than Steve did, before heading back to Robin with the lipstick.

“Why are you suddenly so giddy?” Robin glanced over at him as he slid into the car, taking the lipstick and keys from him. He must’ve still been smiling.

“I’m not giddy,” he contested, starting the car and heading to the party. Which was being hosted at Gareth’s house, to Eddie’s complete amazement. Apparently Gareth threw parties now.

They parked across the street from the house, Robin waiting in the passenger seat while Eddie was fumbling around trying to get into costume. After getting into makeup and the rest of the costume, he clipped the garters to his stockings, slid on his heels and hopped out of the back of the van.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed at the cool breeze, locking up the van and Robin coming to walk beside him as he wrapped his gloved arms tighter around him. “Cold as shit.”

“The price of being a slut,” Robin teased, smiling over at him.

“Which can be solved with alcohol,” Eddie supplied before turning to look at her fully. “How’s the face, by the way? Feel like I couldn’t see shit in the van.”

Robin earnestly inspected his makeup. “Looks good.”

“Is this thing really all former band kids?” Eddie asked, still worried he might be wearing this outfit in front of the wrong group of people. He had asked Robin before if it would be… safe to go as Frank-N-Furter, and while of course he trusted her affirmation, he couldn’t help but get antsy.

“Technically I think there’s some theater kids, too,” Robin informed. Good, Eddie thought. Say what you will about band and theater kids, at least the odds of him getting hate-crimed went down significantly in their company.

There was a surprising amount of people, all dressed in various extravagant or funny costumes. The house was one story, most people in the living room as they entered, but Eddie could spot people in the backyard through the sliding glass door. Thanks to all the body heat, it was luckily warmer inside, allowing Eddie to relax a bit.

Robin and Eddie made their way to the kitchen, which was also filled with people, making themselves some drinks. Eddie planned on getting tipsy quickly, but was going to cut it off early so he’d have enough time to sober up for the drive home.

“So… we gonna talk about it?” Robin asked after sipping her drink, the two of them leaning on a wall and people watching as they drank.

“Talk about…?”

“The fact you and Steve obviously have a thing going on,” she clarified, Eddie’s attention snapping to her. She gave him an unimpressed look. “Please. I’ve known you two were into each other for a while now–”

“Thanks for telling me, that was really helpful,” Eddie snarked.

Robin ignored him. “But the way he was acting around you the other day in the store… And he had a hickey. Nice job, by the way.” She gave two thumbs up, one lackluster because she was holding her cup. He supposed neither of them were really hiding it from her, but he didn’t think it would be so obvious.

“It’s nothing crazy,” Eddie couldn’t stop the grin that stretched his face as he looked out over the crowd. “We just… made out a little. And we slept together in my van,” Robin’s eyes widened, and he quickly corrected, “Not like that. As in we were both asleep in my van, simultaneously.” He took a long sip of his drink, excitement prickling him at the memory.

“When’s the wedding?” Robin teased.

Eddie shot her a look. “Do not joke like that when he gets here, for the love of god.”

“Speaking of…” Robin smiled slyly, her eyes fixed on the front door. Eddie looked over and his jaw dropped.

“You’re fucking kidding me…” Eddie deadpanned, unable to take his eyes off of Steve, who was wearing nothing but the smallest, tightest golden speedo and sneakers. All he could do was gape at Steve, who spotted them and smiled before heading toward over. Of course this bastard came as Rocky.

“He said I couldn’t tell you,” Robin defended without Eddie even saying anything.

He looked at her with wide eyes, tearing them away from Steve’s incredibly naked body. “Well you could’ve anyway!”

“What’s the matter, Munson,” Steve grinned, beyond proud of himself. Without shame Steve looked Eddie up and down, taking his time before meeting his eyes once more. “See a ghost?”

Robin gave Vickie (who Eddie had failed to notice until this moment) a quick kiss before sliding her arm around Vickie’s waist. Vickie was, of course, dressed as Velma.

“Eddie, you look amazing!” Vickie beamed, taking in his costume.

Eddie, still reeling from Steve, forced his brain to function. “O-oh, thanks,” he smiled, pointing between her and Robin as he added, “Very cute, by the way.”

“Where’s my compliment?” Steve pouted, but there was an unhealthy amount of mischief in his eyes.

Eddie gave him a playfully scolding look, but his eyes languidly drifted over Steve’s form. They loitered on the unavoidable bulge in his speedo, Eddie momentarily wondering how he was going to survive tonight. “Did you come as Rocky just so I’d call you pretty?” He teased.

Steve made a show of thinking. “Pretty, handsome, sexy, hottest person in the room,” Steve shrugged. “Whatever you prefer.”

“Gag,” Robin interjected. “Vickie and I are going to get her a drink,” she held out her hand for Vickie to take, which she did.

All four of them ended up heading to the kitchen, the girls wrapped up in their own conversation as Eddie leaned a hip against the island, facing Steve as he began to mix a drink of his own. Eddie glanced him up and down, smiling hopelessly into his cup.

“Somethin’ funny?” Steve arched a playful brow.

Eddie shook his head, more in amazement than contradiction, knowing that Steve was well aware of what had Eddie so disoriented. “You’re a menace. What am I gonna do with you?” He asked himself more than Steve, taking another sip.

“Well,” Steve smirked, pausing his drink mixing briefly. “I have a few suggestions.”

Eddie chuckled, trying to contain himself, but frankly he was buzzing with excitement. Steve finished mixing his drink, also turning to lean on the island and give Eddie his full attention. He, once again, looked Eddie up and down without shame. “Like what you see, Harrington?”

A pleased smile twitched his lips. “Very much,” he murmured, then glanced around the kitchen minutely. He took a leisurely step closer into Eddie’s space, and with his free hand, looped a single finger under the garter on Eddie’s thigh.

His breath hitched as Steve lightly snapped the elastic, not enough to cause more than a miniscule sting, though Eddie was far from opposed to that notion. His knuckles grazed lightly over Eddie’s bare thigh, as he lowly said, “Especially these.” Whether he was referring to the garter, the fishnets, or simply Eddie’s legs, he didn’t know, but it made his abdomen swirl eagerly.

“Ya know for once I thought I’d be wearing less clothes than you,” Eddie commented, reveling in how Steve was only looking at his lips, finger still rubbing slow patterns on his leg. Eddie thought momentarily that his own lack of clothing might become a problem if Steve kept touching and looking at him like this.

Steve met his gaze with a shrug, retracting his hand from Eddie’s thigh. “We can still make that happen,” he bit his lip as he flicked his eyes to Eddie’s, the look in them something that should be considered criminal.

“We just got here,” Eddie smirked. “Seriously. Patience. Look it up.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a goofy smile, feigning an exasperated sigh. “Ugh, fine. I guess we’re in charge of getting those two home, anyway,” Steve looked over at Vickie and Robin. Vickie was sitting on the counter, Robin standing in between her legs and resting her free hand on Vickie’s waist, clearly in the middle of an amorous exchange. Admittedly, their courage to be so open in public reassured Eddie of their environment, and this only made his urge to touch Steve surge.

“A few hours won’t kill ya, Stevie,” Eddie smiled.

“You don’t know that,” Steve retorted, perhaps also gaining bravery from their friends because he took another step closer, sliding a hand onto Eddie’s hip.

Eddie glanced around, his voice low with hesitancy, “You don’t care about people seeing?” Even if they didn’t have to worry about a dangerous situation, they were still at a party with a bunch of people they went to high school with. Steve Harrington kissing Eddie Munson was to be at least a minor spectacle. The biggest shock would likely be Steve, of course, but where Eddie lacked popularity in high school, he certainly made up for during the murder trial.

Steve scoffed. “Have you seen how we’re dressed, Eddie?” He purred into the slowly narrowing space between their faces. “Don’t think we’re telling them anything they don’t already know.” He glanced away for a moment, suddenly unsure of himself as he began to withdraw his hand. “But if you don’t want me to–”

“No!” Eddie interjected eagerly, following Steve’s hand in the slightest. “I want you to,” he said earnestly, for some reason feeling breathless. Which only worsened when Steve replaced his hand on Eddie’s waist, a pleased smile on his face. In the heels, Eddie was an inch or two taller than him, and he noticed he rather liked the sight of Steve looking up at him with big, mesmerized eyes.

Steve started to lean in for a kiss, but Eddie’s mind somehow cleared enough for him to catch Steve’s jaw in his hand, fingers and thumb pressing into his cheeks to halt him. “Ah,” Eddie scolded. “Lipstick.” He knew this wouldn’t last long into the night, but he wanted to see how long he could have his fun.

“You’re the worst,” Steve mumbled through his squished lips, pulling out of Eddie’s grasp.

“Uhuh, truly evil.”

A few drinks later, the four were talking to Jeff and a few of Vickie’s close friends, when Gareth (dressed as Spiderman, without the mask) came up. Apparently, they were of the chosen few for spin the bottle, but with a twist. Initially, Eddie thought they were a bit old for the game, but Gareth insinuated it would be a smoking game.

Eddie wanted to, but mentioned that he and Steve had to drive home eventually, and they were both a few drinks in. This was when Gareth gave an option to the group: anyone who stuck around the next day to help clean a little could spend the night. The offer was accepted by everyone except Vickie’s friends, but they still followed to the room.

As much as he made fun of Gareth, Eddie forgot it was actually pretty fun to spend time with him and Jeff outside of D&D. After barely managing to graduate with them, Eddie didn’t have the energy for campaigns, and gradually the same for band practice. He wasn’t incredibly close with them outside of their shared interests, but they’d supported him through the trial. Seeing how much it shook Eddie was enough for them to believe him, and that was something he had to be grateful for.

There was only one other person in the room when Gareth ushered them in, closing the door behind them. “Kenny, these are people. People, this is Kenny.”

They chorused a ‘Hi, Kenny’ as everyone began to form a circle on the floor. It was Gareth’s bedroom, Eddie had been in it before. Various posters of either action movies or heavy metal bands littered the wall, and the room itself was cleaner than Eddie had ever seen it.

Due to the heels, but also not wanting to flash innocent bystanders in his skimpy underwear, he sat on one side with his legs bent beside him, planting a hand on the ground to lean on. Steve sat next to him, effectively positioning their shoulders so they were leaning on each other, in addition to their own hands. Not shockingly at all, Steve cared very little about how on display he was, one knee bent and the other leg crossed underneath it and leaving him extremely visible. Sometimes it baffled Eddie how comfortable Steve could be with his body, but he supposed the man probably got used to being in barely any clothing, with swim and all.

“Alright, rules are easy,” Gareth says, reaching behind him to open a drawer on his bedside table, rifling through it. He pulled out a little wooden box and placed it in his lap. “You spin, but whoever it lands on you has three options. Number one: do a body shot off of them. Two: Shotgun one of…” he paused as he opened the box, producing two joints. “These babies. And number three, for those of you driving: kiss them. Obviously both people have to agree to whatever the choice is.”

Gareth pulled out a lighter and put the box back in the drawer, grabbing the ashtray as well. “Anyone wanna start?” He looked around at the group.

“Your game, Gareth,” Eddie pointed out. “You start.”

“Okay,” Gareth shrugged, leaning over to spin the empty vodka bottle he had placed in the middle of the circle. It landed on one of Vickie’s friends, Eleanor, someone who Eddie had come to know well enough in the past hour to know she was way out of Gareth’s league. “Uh, you can decide,” he said timidly. Eddie noted Steve hiding a cringe behind his cup, taking a long sip. Eddie playfully pushed against his shoulder in a gesture that said ‘be nice,’ but he was biting back a smile as well.

Eleanor was dressed as the bride of Frankenstein, her natural hair styled into the impressive updo, white spray-dye in a wavy pattern on either side. She smiled sweetly, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes at how nervous Gareth got. “You know what? Body shot. Pass the salt and the limes, Kenny,” she commanded, and Kenny obliged. Gareth’s face was bright red as Robin, Vickie, and Jeff erupted into an ‘Ooo!’

“You know how to do a body shot?” She asked, somehow not coming off condescending. Gareth sheepishly shook his head ‘No.’ It was clear the guy hadn’t got much more practice after Vickie’s birthday party. Eleanor smiled again. “It’s okay. Everyone pay attention, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“One person lies down,” she did so, the group scooting to accommodate her lying on her back. “First step, you lick somewhere flat on this person, and then pour salt over it,” Gareth’s eyes widened at this, Eddie snorting into his cup at his bandmate. “Typically the neck but you can do the hand or somethin’, too. Here,” she held out her hand, Gareth taking it questioningly. “C’mon, we don’t got all night,” she chuckled. He licked the back of her hand, sprinkling out salt onto it.

“Next, pour the alcohol into the belly button,” Steve and Eddie could barely contain their laughter at Gareth’s face when she pulled up her dress, revealing her belly button. She was wearing shorts, sure, but apparently that was still more than what Gareth was used to. He followed Eleanor’s orders with little hesitation, face redder than his hair. “And now I put the lime slice in my mouth, and you gotta pull it out without your hands after the shot.” Kenny handed her a slice without prompt, and she placed the rind in her mouth.

The group erupted into a cheer as Gareth licked the salt off Eleanor’s hand, sucked the shot out of her belly button, and grabbed the lime out of her mouth with his teeth. His face puckered as his hand squeezed the lime more. Steve and Eddie shared a pleasantly surprised look over the rim of their cups.

“Right,” Eleanor laughed. “My turn.” The game continued, eventually Steve letting Jeff do a body shot off him for his turn (though they agreed on the hand instead of the neck, which Vickie called them cowards for.) And now it was Steve’s turn to spin.

While Eddie wasn’t outwardly crossing his fingers for it to land on him, in his soul he was. He wanted it so bad he could practically see it happening. This being said, it still took a second for Eddie to register when it actually did land on him.

“Oh no,” Robin said flatly, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What ever will you two do?”

“Okay,” Eddie admonished with an unimpressed look before turning to Steve. “Which one is it, Harrington?”

“Well… I’ve never shotgunned from someone before,” he offered.

“Perfect time to learn,” Eddie grinned, the alcohol in his system filling him with confidence. He took the joint from Gareth. It had already been lit, but went out since no one chose to shotgun for a while. Eddie sat up a bit more, Steve doing the same.

“Alright, what am I doin’ here?” Steve asked.

“I’m gonna take a hit, and I pass the smoke to you by kissing you,” Steve’s eyes lit up at this.

“Technically,” Gareth chimed in. “You don’t have to kiss.”

“C’mon, Gareth,” Eddie criticized. “You like, just stopped being lame thirty minutes ago.” Robin laughed as Gareth made a face.

“After that I just inhale like normal?” Steve redirected his attention back to the moment.

“Yup,” Eddie put the joint to his lips and relit, taking a small hit to get it to cherry before raising his eyebrows at Steve. “Ready?” He asked, lips tight to hold the joint. Steve nodded, and Eddie took a slow pull before gently guiding Steve’s face closer by the jaw. His eyes fluttered closed as he locked their lips, pushing the smoke into his mouth. Eddie pulled away to observe a heavy-lidded Steve as he inhaled again, holding it before blowing out, eyes fixed on Eddie’s.

Someone in the group whistled as a few others ‘whooped.’ There was a particularly guttural and enthusiastic yell, and Eddie laughed as he had a sneaking suspicion it was Robin. She was a few more drinks in than him.

“Good job, Stevie,” Eddie praised, admiring his lipstick staining Steve’s face. He didn’t care about messing it up anymore, much more content to see it smudged over Steve’s lips. He passed the joint to Gareth and sat back in his spot, Steve returning his shoulder to its place against Eddie’s. Eddie ended up shotgunning with Robin on his turn, laughing in light-hearted disgust after they broke the kiss.

“Eugh,” Eddie grimaced.

“If either of us needed any confirmation about being gay, that was definitely it,” Robin said, earning an enthusiastic nod from Eddie.

The game continued, Eddie having a few body shots done off of him and doing a few in return, until the group naturally split off into their own conversations.

“Wanna get another drink with me?” Steve asked, a smile permanently affixed to his face after shotgunning a few more times, eyes glassy and red. It was an intoxicating sight. Eddie nodded, his own cup empty as well. Steve stood first, offering Eddie his hand as he was a bit wobbly in the heels now that he was reasonably inebriated.

Steve kept his hands lightly on Eddie’s waist as he followed him into the kitchen, less people occupying it now as about a third of the party-goers seemed to have gone home. There were three people talking closely, and a couple was making out against the far counter.

Steve’s arms wrapped around Eddie’s middle as his chest pressed into his back, Eddie pouring a random bottle of rum into his cup. Eddie laughed drunkenly as Steve started kissing the side of his neck, one hand moving from his waist to pull his hair aside.

“You tryin’ to get me to make a mess?” Eddie teased as Steve continued pressing lazy kisses to his skin. “Here,” Eddie pushed the cup into Steve’s hand. “Keep yourself entertained.” Steve took the drink and stepped to Eddie’s side, but still hovered close.

“What’d you think the chance of us getting a room to ourself is?” Steve asked quietly while Eddie mixed his own drink, also a rum and Coke. He wasn’t sober enough to care about it tasting good.

“Slim to none,” Eddie supplied, Steve groaning lightly. “But he has a guest bedroom. So maybe.”

“Probably for the best,” Steve said, disappointed. “Doubt either of us are gonna be sober enough anyway.”

“How responsible of you,” Eddie noted as he tasted his drink, the bitterness just manageable enough.

“Yeah, well. It’s not really that noble,” Steve smiled as he looked over Eddie, his eyes momentarily glued to the latter’s lips. “I wanna actually remember it.”

Eddie scoffed, smiling over at Steve. “Trust me, you will.” Steve gave a dramatic, pained roll of his eyes, swaying into Eddie and briefly resting his forehead to his shoulder. “C’mon. Let’s go find a couch or something. The heels and various substances are getting to my legs.” Eddie led them to the living room, where there was, surprisingly, a spot on the couch available. On the other end was a guy talking to two other people in chairs, so Steve and Eddie sat close on the opposite side.

When Steve sat down he wrapped his arm behind Eddie’s waist, his other hand hooking under Eddie’s crossed legs and pulling them over his own, leaving the hand on top of his knee. He was as in Steve’s lap as he could get without actually being in it.

“Jeez, Harrington” Eddie chuckled, slinging the arm closest to Steve around his shoulder and raking his fingers through the back of Steve’s hair. He smiled in satisfaction when Steve’s eyes dropped shut momentarily. “You’re a touchy drunk.” This was not a complaint, the mixture of Steve’s clinginess and the alcohol in his system leaving his stomach warm.

“I’m not just drunk,” Steve defended weakly, his eyes scoring over Eddie’s face again, the latter still playing with his hair. “And can you blame me?” Steve’s eyes traveled to Eddie’s crossed legs, hand splaying further up his thigh. It didn’t slow until it reached the top of his stockings, two fingers sliding into the elastic. Eddie felt that familiar tug in his abdomen, and knew this was dangerous territory, especially with this underwear already putting him on full display.

“Steve,” Eddie warned, pulling lightly on Steve’s hair. Steve’s head fell back a bit, eyes fluttering as they looked at Eddie. “We’re both in very revealing clothing, need I remind you?”

“No reminder needed,” Steve smiled lopsidedly, punctuating the sentence by pressing his lips to Eddie’s. The kiss was slow and wanton, but still took Eddie by surprise. Eddie’s eyes fell shut as he reciprocated, his other hand coming up to cup Steve’s jaw, thumb brushing over Steve’s cheek as he deepened the kiss. Eddie licked pleadingly at Steve’s lips, which opened quickly to accept his tongue.

Steve hummed into Eddie’s mouth as his hand traveled higher on his thigh, resting on the side of Eddie’s ass. This left a stir in Eddie’s lack-of-pants, and he broke the kiss hastily, a sucking ‘pop’ ringing out. “Alright, you’re cut off,” Eddie smiled to himself. “We’re not gonna be those people at a party.”

Steve groaned dramatically, Eddie’s hand dropping from his hair as his head fell back in emphasis. “But it’s so fun being those people,” he whined before lifting his head again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie sympathized, allowing his eyes to trail over Steve’s body. Something on his stomach caught his attention, his fingers grazing over gnarled, pink skin on his lower abdomen. It’s not that he’d never seen the scars from the demobats, but he’d never really allowed himself to properly look before.

“I know,” Steve smiled humorously. “To think, I could’ve been a model.”

“Still could,” Eddie said matter-of-factly. “The scars are pretty badass, anyway.” Eddie moved on from the scar and instead spread his hand wide over Steve’s side. He didn’t think he’d ever get over being able to run his hands over a shirtless Steve.

“Think we’re ever gonna get any work done at the video store again?” Steve mused.

Eddie scoffed. “Depends on if you can behave yourself.”

Steve sighed, “I guess if I gotta.”

At the mention of the store, he debated bringing up the magazine, but decided to hold off. That was something pretty juicy to use against Steve, and he didn’t wanna waste it on the first opportunity he got. “Where do you think Robin and Vickie ran off to?” Eddie asked instead, looking around the room and seeing no sign of Daphne or Velma.

“Don’t think they’ve come out of the bathroom yet,” Steve supplied, Eddie snorting. “They had the right idea.”

“I mean…” Eddie started, looking over Steve. “We could always get to the guest bedroom early…” He raised his eyebrows, silently asking for Steve’s opinion.

“I’m serious about the sober thing, Munson,” Steve looked pained to say it.

“I am too, I am too,” Eddie assured. “And we won’t, but…” he looked around the room, Steve following his gaze. “Less eyes, at least.” He snaked his fingers into the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck.

Steve bit his lip, eyes flicking between Eddie’s for barely a moment. “Yeah, let’s go to the room,” Steve nodded eagerly, Eddie laughing.

“Let’s tell Gareth we’re turning in early and I’m gonna get my clothes from my car,” Eddie planned, standing up and Steve following in tow, abandoning their drinks on the coffee table.

Upon telling Gareth, he informed that he’d already dragged an air mattress into the guest bedroom so the four of them would have a place to sleep. This put more urgency into Eddie and Steve, hoping they could get some time alone in the room.

“Meet back here after we grab our clothes?” Eddie asked, stumbling in the slightest as they exited the warmth of Gareth’s house into the cold night.

“Absolutely not.” Steve stated obviously, a hand coming to Eddie’s lower back as he guided him down the lawn. “I’m not leaving you walking around at night dressed like that. Where’d you park?”

“‘Cross the street,” Eddie pointed, a lazy smile permanently affixed to his face. Steve kept his hand on Eddie’s back while they crossed the street, waiting for him to grab the clothes he wore on the way over and change into his sneakers. Once Eddie locked the van up, they retrieved Steve’s clothes from his car and made their way back into the house.

At least half of the people were gone by now, but the music was still playing loudly and a few boisterous conversations were being had as Eddie led the way to the guest bedroom. Steve closed the door behind them. Sure enough, in front of the twin bed there was an air mattress.

“You agree we get dibs on the bed, right?” Steve asked, toeing out of his shoes.

“Obviously,” Eddie responded while untying his corset. He popped it off and threw it on a chair in the corner. Steve’s eyes raked over Eddie’s practically naked form, and no matter how many times it happened it made something spark in Eddie, every time. “Control yourself, Harrington. I’m about to be butt-ass naked for a second.”

“Actually,” Steve smiled slyly, stepping into Eddie’s space and tugging him lightly forward by the hips. “I was hoping you’d keep the fishnets and these,” his pointer finger tapped over Eddie’s underwear. “On. If they’re not too uncomfortable.”

“They’re not,” Eddie said simply, smirking at Steve as he used his shoulder to support him while he took off his shoes. He stepped away from Steve and put the sneakers in front of the chair where his clothes were, picking up his shirt and tugging it on. He unclipped the garters and threw them on the chair before doing the same to the gloves and pearls. Eddie, predicting he might want to take off his makeup at some point, had a travel sized pack of wet-wipes in his jacket. He grabbed one and walked back to Steve.

“Here,” he said, lightly holding Steve’s chin still between his fingertips as he held up the wipe. “Keep your mouth closed.” Steve obliged, watching Eddie with salacious eyes as he wiped off the lipstick stains that had graced his face for most of the night. “There,” he said, before beginning to wipe his own makeup off.

Steve held eye contact, gaze almost daring as he hooked his thumbs in the golden speedo and started to strip. “My god,” Eddie rolled his eyes, flopping lazily face-first onto the bed with a long sigh.

“No one told you not to look,” he could hear the smirk in his voice.

Eddie turned his head to speak, still not looking at Steve, “I don’t want this night to be impossible to get through.” He buried his face into his crossed arms, enjoying the dark as he let his legs hang off the bed.

He felt the bed dip in between his legs. A hand slid slowly up his calf, over his thigh, his ass, up his back, over his shoulder blades. Finally it traveled down again to rest on the small of his back. Eddie turned his head to see as much of Steve as he could, which was not much. Enough to see he was only in boxer briefs, hovering over Eddie. He let his head fall back down.

A weight was slowly lowered on top of Eddie, Steve laying himself down. “You’re not making our lives easier, Stevie,” Eddie mumbled into a mixture of his hair and arms.

“I’m a master of self control–” Steve was cut off by a single, honking laugh from Eddie. “What? I am.”

“You’re currently fully on top of me,” Eddie retorted.

“Wait, I get it,” Steve said, bringing his lips close to Eddie’s ear. “You’re worried about your self control.”

“My self control is impeccable,” Eddie stated. “As is evident by the fact that I can make up for your horrible self control.”

“Then we shouldn’t have a problem,” Steve murmured, suddenly rolling his hips against Eddie’s ass while a hand traveled up his side. “Right?”

Eddie buried his face into the comforter, sighing in exasperation. Steve’s hand left his waist to pull Eddie’s hair to the side, exposing his neck. He began to kiss Eddie’s neck, starting at his jawline and traveling lower until he was kissing the nape. He trailed kisses onto Eddie’s shoulders and began rolling his hips minutely against Eddie’s ass, breathing the slightest bit heavier. Eddie turned his face enough to talk. “Steve,” he warned as Steve grinded down in a deep, slow movement. Feeling that he was hard made Eddie’s own dick twitch.

Steve tried to place a kiss to Eddie’s mouth, but could only catch the corner with his position. “Flip over,” he rasped before kissing his cheek, then his jaw.

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh as he obliged. His stomach fluttered at Steve’s eagerness to keep his lips on him. “What were you saying about self contr–” his sentence was cut off by Steve kissing him impatiently as soon as he flipped over. And– oh-- being front to front was much more challenging, especially with Steve moving like that.

As he kissed Eddie, Steve’s leg slid further in between Eddie’s thighs. Meaning every time Steve rolled his hips, he was grinding their dicks together, only separated by two thin pieces of fabric. Eddie’s hands fell onto Steve’s hips, adding force and guidance to his movements. This eventually had both of them panting so heavily they had to break their kiss just to catch their breath.

Steve didn’t waste long before he was kissing Eddie’s neck again, continuing with slower hip movements. When he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot, Eddie’s mouth fell open with a small gasp. Steve kept sucking and licking, occasionally nibbling in the slightest– which only left Eddie wanting more.

Eddie was currently so hard it hurt, his head spinning blissfully as Steve writhed against him. This was when he decided he wanted Steve’s mouth back on his, and fisted his fingers into the man’s hair, dragging him up into a hungry kiss. Steve moaned loudly into Eddie’s mouth, the sound reverberating through him as he completely annihilated Steve’s hair.

When Steve grinded his hips down harder once more, Eddie took Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulled lightly. The moan he let out this time was not at all muffled by Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie shushed Steve with an indulgent smile, his hand covering Steve’s mouth firmly. “Stay nice and quiet for me.” He saw the pout in Steve’s eyes before he even pulled his hand away, both hands returning to Steve’s hips. Eddie admired Steve’s face as his hands glided up his sides, before dipping to cup Steve’s ass roughly. He marveled when Steve’s eyes scrunched closed, lips pressed into a line to suppress the grunt he let out.

“We should stop soon,” Steve rushed in a throaty voice that made Eddie’s head flip upside down.

“Finding it hard to hold onto your control, Harrington?” Eddie teased with a full faced grin. Apparently the answer was yes, as Steve was dipping his head for a messy kiss almost immediately, which Eddie chuckled into. Before he knew it Steve was trailing kisses down his neck again, but now his hands were sliding under Eddie’s shirt and exploring his chest. “You’re right though,” Eddie panted out, hating to admit it. “We should st–”

The doorknob jingling cut him off, and he didn’t even have time to ask Steve if he locked the door before it was swinging open, light flooding in.

Eddie and Steve yelled their various protests as Robin and Vickie appeared in the doorway. “Whoa-ho-ho! No!” Robin shouted, shielding her face with her hand and quickly closing the door again, Vickie also yelling incoherently.

Eddie looked at Steve, frozen in place, and he didn’t need to see himself to know his face was bright red. Steve got off of Eddie, who quickly tucked himself under the covers as Steve stepped uncertainly toward the door. The silence hung in the air for a moment, Steve looking back at Eddie with raised eyebrows, silently asking what he should do by holding his palms open. Eddie just raised his own eyebrows back, shrugging.

For a moment, Eddie wondered if Robin and Vickie were even still out there. But then Robin’s muffled voice cut through. “Hey, uh… guys?”

Eddie and Steve shared an uncertain look before both replying, nearly in unison, “...Yeah?”

“Hate to interrupt… but we do actually have to… sleep in there with you.”

“You’re uh– you’re good,” Steve called back, then cleared his throat with an embarrassed wince. “Just… don’t open the door until I say so.” He quickly got under the covers next to Eddie before saying, “You can come in!”

The door opened slowly, Robin’s head peeking through first, followed by Vickie’s. The four of them sort of just stared at each other for a moment, the guys sitting up stock straight in bed. “How’s it… goin’?” Robin attempted as Vickie shut the door.

“Oh, ya know,” Eddie said at the same time Steve said, “Good it’s– it’s… good.” Both answered in a strained, high pitched voice.

Another painful silence, and Eddie could see something bubbling to explode out of Robin. He raised his eyebrows at her, which seemed to be enough to pop the cap. “I’m just gonna come out and say it: please don’t fuck while we’re sleeping–”

“What?” Eddie exclaimed immediately.

“Ew,” Steve said, disgusted. “What is wrong with you?”

“Obviously we wouldn’t do that,” Eddie piggybacked, Robin holding her hands up in defense.

“Just wanted to be extra clear,” she said. “I’m happy you two are finally fucking but I don’t wanna be around for it.”

Eddie scoffed, looking at her in concern. “Yeah. Don’t worry. Feeling is mutual, Rob.” The girls disappeared from their sight as they sat down on the air mattress.

Robin popped her head up to say, “Thanks for stealing the bed, by the way. Thought you were some sort of gentleman, Steve.”

“I’d offer to switch, but I’m gonna be honest Robin,” Steve pursed his lips. “You do not want me to stand up right now.”

“Ew,” Vickie called from the mattress, Robin’s face contorting. “Disgusting,” she said as he flopped back onto the mattress, out of sight again. Eddie smacked Steve’s chest lightly.

“What?” He gestured in confusion. “I was being honest.”

“I’m going to sleep,” Eddie declared to the room, lying down on his side, facing Steve. “Night guys,” he said to Robin and Vickie. They chorused their own ‘goodnights.’

There was a small silence before Steve spoke up. “No one wants to say goodnight to Steve? Okay, yup. Feels great, guys.” He complained as he also turned to lie on his side, facing away from Eddie.

“Night, Steve,” Robin and Vickie chorused flatly before returning to an indecipherable, whispered conversation.

Steve looked over his shoulder at Eddie, quietly saying “I don’t get a goodnight from you?” Eddie rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile that stretched his face.

He gave a dramatic sigh, but moved closer and wrapped his arms around Steve, pulling him close to his chest. Steve immediately scooted back into Eddie, placing his own arm on top of the one Eddie slung over him. “Night, Steve,” Eddie whispered in his ear before placing a long kiss to his neck.

“Night,” Steve murmured back. They laid in relative silence for a moment, besides Robin and Vickie’s hushed conversation. This was when Steve decided to press back into Eddie’s groin with his ass, Eddie burying his mouth against Steve’s shoulder to contain himself.

He brought his lips to Steve’s ear to whisper, “Try that again and you’re sleeping on the floor.” This position was already making his hard on incredibly challenging to ignore, though getting walked in on did startle him enough to help.

Eddie felt Steve chuckle against him before muttering, “Sorry. Just wanted to see what would happen.” Eddie shook his head in disbelief, despite Steve not being able to see. After pressing a final kiss to Steve’s shoulder, he closed his eyes and slowly forced himself to sleep.