11. Slipping St. Peter a Fifty

“And what do we say when your parents ask what movie you saw?” Steve asked the group, stalling them outside the cinema after buying tickets to Evil Dead II.

“Spaceballs,” The kids chorused, Steve apparently prepping them prior to this.

“And what’s it about?” He asked.

“Making fun of Star Wars,” They answered in unison once more. Eddie glanced between Steve and the kids in amusement.

“Very good. Now get inside,” he gestured to the doors, all six leading them into the cinema. Dustin was hanging back however, narrowing his eyes at Steve, scrutinizing. Steve furrowed his brows at him. “What?” He asked impatiently.

“Since when do you wear turtlenecks?” Dustin asked, a short laugh erupting out of Eddie before he could stop it.

Steve shot Eddie a glare before answering Dustin. “I’m widening my wardrobe. You should try it sometime,” Steve flapped Dustin’s plaid overshirt in distaste.

“Suzie likes the way I dress,” he said matter of factly.

“She hasn’t seen you in like, two years!” Steve argued.

“So? I send her pictures,” Dustin retorted before following El into the theater, ending the conversation.

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at the drained expression in Steve’s eyes. He looked at Eddie blankly as they trailed behind the kids. “Is my exhaustion funny to you?”

“Yeah, little bit,” he said honestly, not bothering to hide his levity. Steve rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile twitching his lips.

Steve leaned closer in the slightest, dropping his voice to say “Ya know, you’re the reason I have to wear this ridiculous thing in the first place. You could try and defend me.”

“I already told you that you look hot, Harrington,” Eddie teased quietly, smiling widely at him. “I know you’re just fishing for compliments.” Steve rolled his eyes, but there was clear amusement on his face.

Steve had roped Eddie into chaperoning half the kids to an R-rated movie, not that Eddie particularly minded. After picking up a few extra shifts while Colton had the flu, there wasn’t much time to hang out with Steve since the party.

He kept up with calling Eddie, however it wasn’t anywhere near the same. They also worked a few shifts together, sure, but they were constantly paranoid of being… too obvious. Eddie a little more so than Steve. Not that Steve wasn’t cautious– they had to be– but Eddie worried a lot about giving Steve a reputation. To be gay was one hard thing, but to be in a homosexual relationship with Eddie Munson was a social death sentence in Hawkins. He could only hope not a literal death sentence, as well. Eddie didn’t like to think about that.

Regardless, Eddie was grasping at straws for alone time with Steve, not that they’d be getting any of that tonight, either. However, there were few things Eddie enjoyed more than watching Steve stress over the teens.

“Couldn’t we have just seen another movie while they watched this one?” Steve suggested as they walked into the dark room, a frown on his face. The previews were still playing, but they spoke softly anyway.

“I don’t get how horror movies scare you,” Eddie chuckled quietly as they followed the kids to the seats. It was a fairly empty theater to Eddie’s surprise, considering it was a Friday night. “You’ve seen way scarier shit.”

“They don’t scare me, okay?” Steve whispered back, holding up a hand in defense. “I just don’t like jumpscares.”

“That counts as getting scared, Harrington.”

“They’re cheap scares,” Steve said more emphatically, earning a shush from Dustin down the line. Steve leaned forward to look at him with a wrinkled brow. “It’s a preview,” he whispered loudly.

“Yeah, for a movie I’m interested in,” Dustin said bluntly. They both leaned back, Steve shaking his head. Eddie merely watched in amusement. Barely twenty minutes in and Steve had jumped at two incredibly bad jumpscares. The second of which he clutched Eddie’s arm, before pulling it away in annoyance at Eddie’s poorly hidden smile.

“Shut up,” Steve whispered, dropping his hand in his lap and focusing back on the movie. Eddie glanced as inconspicuous as possible down the line of their younger friends. The ones further down he didn’t really have to worry about seeing, the only ones able to notice being Mike or Will. He thought if anyone needed to see Eddie holding Steve’s hand it was one of them, especially Mike. At least that was how he justified not being able to resist.

He slowly slid his hand into Steve’s, keeping them in his lap as he laced their fingers together, to hide it more. With so few people in the theater, they didn’t have to worry about strangers, but he and Steve didn’t really talk about whether or not they’d tell the kids.

Not that Eddie thought any of them would care, but still. Felt like something they should agree on before they started acting more openly. Steve gave Eddie’s hand a quick squeeze as they continued to watch the movie.

Twenty minutes later, a jumpscare got Steve worse than ever. He muttered out a frustrated, “Son of a bitch,” as he sunk back into his seat with a sigh. Eddie gave Steve’s hand a long squeeze, rubbing slow patterns with his thumb as he observed the latter fondly. As Steve settled down his other hand came to play with Eddie’s rings. He noted, much to his enjoyment, that when the movie got particularly tense, Steve’s fiddling sped up.

When the credits rolled, Eddie released Steve’s hand before the two of them led the kids out of the theater. “Alright,” Steve said, addressing the group once they were out of the cinema. “Sinclair, Henderson, Wheeler, you’re with me.”

“Can we get ice cream?” El asked, pointing over at an ice cream shop across the street. A few of the kids agreed with eager nods, Steve looking at them with his hands on his hips. He looked across the street, then at Eddie, who merely shrugged.

Steve let out a long sigh before saying, “Fine. Quickly.”

That was how they ended up sitting inside an ice cream shop for nearly half an hour, Steve realizing he’d rather babysit for longer than risk any of them spilling ice cream on his seats. “How long does it take you guys to finish ice cream?” He complained from where he sat with crossed arms, mostly talking to Dustin and Max, who were closest to them.

“What, you got somewhere to be?” Max asked, sarcasm dripping from her words as she turned back to Dustin and Lucas, not even giving Steve time to answer. Steve looked at Eddie, gesturing to them in disbelief.

“Well… do you?” Eddie asked, taking a sip of the vanilla milkshake they were sharing.

“...No,” Steve grumbled.

“You… wanna do something?” Eddie asked, a mischievous smile stretching his face.

A smirk twitched on Steve’s own lips, but disappointment quickly replaced it as he said, “Can’t. Parents are home.”

Eddie shrugged, keeping his voice low as he leaned forward. The kids were wrapped up in their own conversations, but he kept his words as vague as possible just in case. “Wayne’s gonna be at work ‘til early in the morning. You could always stay over.”

“Sure you don’t mind?” Steve asked as he also leaned forward, the playful smirk already returning to his face.

“You’ve had me over to your place how many times?” Eddie snorted, sliding the toe of his sneaker slowly up Steve’s calf. “Not to mention when you planned an overnight camping trip on the spot. Very… impressive, by the way.” He glanced Steve up and down pointedly. Steve bit his lip while looking at Eddie’s.

“I’ll drive over after I drop the rest of them off,” Steve said quietly, whirling around to address the group in a louder voice. “We’re leaving in five minutes, and if your ice cream isn’t finished by the time we get to the car, you’re tossin’ it,” he announced. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all rolled their eyes in unison.

“Lame,” Max said from beside them.

Steve looked at her incredulously, “You’re not even going in my car.”

“Still lame,” she turned back to Lucas. Eddie laughed, perfectly content to encourage her bullying.

An hour later and there was a knock on Eddie’s door, excitement rushing through him at the sound. Eddie pulled the door open, a smile coming to his face at Steve, a backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Long time no see,” Steve returned the smile, Eddie opening the door for him to come in. “I didn’t see a cop on the street,” he noted as Eddie closed the door behind him. He toed off his shoes, leaving them next to Eddie’s.

“I told Hopper to not worry about it,” Eddie supplied.

“And he just listened to you? After Carver threatened your parents?”

“To be honest I think he and the sheriff were getting shit for posting someone here so often. Besides, it’s for the better. If Carver comes around I wanna finally handle it myself. So he knows I’m serious and fucks off,” Eddie shrugged, irritation creeping at the mere thought of Jason.

Steve’s eyes were intense as he looked at Eddie, filled with concern. There seemed to be an inner debate going on in his head, but whatever it was he let it lie. “And you’re sure that you’re against me tracking him down with the bat?”

“I’m sure,” Eddie scoffed fondly, all irritation from before forgotten. Steve followed him to the bedroom so he could drop his bag off. Eddie rummaged through his bedside drawer, producing a joint and holding it up to Steve. “What’d’ya say?”

Steve had a contemplative smirk on his face as he sat on the foot of Eddie’s bed. “Kinda had other activities in mind,” his smirk fell away as he added, “Unless you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” Eddie said simply, digging the lighter out of his pocket and taking a few languid steps toward Steve. “Don’t worry. We have all night,” he grinned widely as he lowered himself onto Steve’s lap, straddling him. Steve’s hands automatically went to his waist, looking up at Eddie with bright eyes. Eddie placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, careful not to get too close to Steve’s face. He tossed the lighter on his bed as he took a pull, tilting his head to blow smoke upwards, away from Steve.

He looked back down at Steve, who was watching him intently. “Wanna practice your shotgunning skills?” Steve just nodded, hands sliding under Eddie’s band tee. A pleasant trill ran up Eddie’s spine.

Eddie took another hit, his free hand cupping Steve’s face gently as he pressed their lips together softly, passing the smoke to him. When Steve exhaled it was between them, not enough smoke left to cloud them terribly. “‘Atta boy,” Eddie said lowly, beaming down at him in pride. Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, trying to pull him even more into his lap. Eddie chuckled into the kiss, but reciprocated, the hand cupping Steve’s face coming to hold his jaw between his fingers.

He pulled away, still holding Steve’s face. “Your turn,” he held the joint up to Steve’s lips, which parted, the tip of the joint burning brighter as he took a hit. “Don’t inhale again. Hold it in your mouth, and blow it into mine,” Eddie commanded before pressing their lips together, accepting the smoke from Steve. He held it before exhaling away from them.

“How’d I do?” Steve asked, his voice husky. Whether from the smoke or otherwise Eddie didn’t know, but it made his stomach coil tight.

Eddie smiled down at him, getting their mouths barely an inch apart before saying, “Very good, Stevie.” He kissed Steve slowly, almost painfully so, but he wanted to soak up every ounce of the man possible. Steve’s hands were firm on Eddie’s waist as he pushed up into the kiss as much as he could, chasing Eddie’s lips when he broke away.

He unraveled himself from Steve’s lap, grabbing an ashtray from the nightstand and sitting all the way back on the bed. Steve seemed to be looking around Eddie’s room, getting up to wander over to his music collection first. He looked through the cassettes, pulling a few out to look at them before putting them back. “Didn’t realize you listen to so much stuff that… isn’t metal,” he commented, holding up an ABBA cassette. “You literally made fun of me for listening to ABBA.”

“So you admit you listen to it?” Eddie smirked smugly, punctuating the sentence with a puff of smoke. Steve merely pulled a childish face before putting the tape back. “Just ‘cause metal’s my favorite doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate other music.”

Steve stopped by the bed to take a few hits from the joint before passing it back to Eddie, continuing his examination of his room. He tapped Eddie’s guitar, looking over his shoulder. “Still have to play for me sometime.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Eddie said, ashing into the tray.

Then, Steve stalled, spotting something further down the wall. Eddie had a feeling he knew what it was before the boy even said anything. “I definitely didn’t notice those last time,” he walked over to the handcuffs hanging on Eddie’s wall, plucking them off and turning around to face Eddie, slack jawed. Steve was grinning at his discovery. “Do I get to see these in action?”

Eddie felt his face heat as he rested the joint in the ashtray, which he put on the bedside table. “One day, if you want to,” he said, leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head. “But I have a rule about no kinky shit until you’ve had vanilla sex first.”

Steve laughed almost deliriously, and Eddie could tell by his eyes even from here that he was reasonably high. “Hate to break it to ya, Eddie, but I’m not a virgin.”

Eddie laughed as well, partially at Steve’s words and partially at how frankly adorable he was. “I’m aware. But I’m assuming you’ve never fucked a guy before?” He gave a half shrug as he added, “Or been fucked by one?”

“Well… no,” Steve said, hanging the handcuffs back up and flicking the extension chain a few times. He crawled on top of the bed next to Eddie. Well, on top of Eddie was more accurate; his face buried in Eddie’s shirt and entire upper body strewn across him. “Was hoping to change that tonight,” his words were muffled as he spoke into Eddie’s chest, the reverberation sending tingles throughout him.

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh again as one arm came to wrap around Steve’s shoulders, his other hand raking through his hair. Steve’s arm around Eddie tightened, his thumb rubbing slow circles over a spot on his ribs. “Jeez, dude. You’re like the horniest man alive.”

Steve lifted his head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were glassy and red, bringing out the flecks of green in his irises. Eddie tried to commit as much of Steve’s face in that moment to memory. “I’m not the one with handcuffs on my wall.”

Eddie’s face split into the widest grin he might’ve ever worn. “No, but you do have gay porn under your bed.” Steve’s face fell from his lazy smirk into one of utter shock. Eddie soared at the sight. “And ya know what I thought was so funny?” He gloated, laying it on thick. “The guy looked almost exactly like me.”

“How did… When did you…” Eddie could see the cogs turning in Steve’s brain.

“Right before the costume party,” he supplied simply. “Robin had me go in to get her lipstick. I hid it back better than you did, by the way. You're welcome.”

Steve’s face was bright red, a sight that didn’t happen often, and Eddie was relishing in it. He dropped his forehead to Eddie’s chest in embarrassment, Eddie carding his fingers through his hair as he continued to smile down at the boy.

“Really, Harrington, you’ve had that picture for so long. Should’ve just asked to see me in a jockstrap sooner,” he didn’t let up, enjoying the mortified groan this caused to ripple through his chest from Steve.

He finally lifted his head, face still pink as he said, “Would’ve saved us a lot of time, huh?”

Eddie scoffed. “A ridiculous amount of time.” He sat up then, forcing Steve to do the same. “C’mon. I’m making us boxed mac and cheese, and you’re going to pretend it’s gourmet.” He tugged Steve up from the bed by the wrist, dragging him to the kitchen.

They talked while Eddie cooked about what made a horror movie actually good (Steve was adamant that it was a mostly trash-filled genre, and Eddie was bringing up all the good horror movie moments he could think of– which were a lot.) Eventually this conversation continued on the couch, Steve pulling Eddie’s legs onto his lap as he rambled. If he were honest, it was less of a conversation and more of Eddie talking at Steve while they ate, but Steve seemed content to pay attention.

At least mostly. Every once in a while Eddie could tell Steve got distracted by either touching or looking at Eddie. “Are you even listening?” Eddie asked when he noticed Steve staring at his lips for too long, a hazy look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Steve said simply.

“What’d I just say?” Amusement dripped from the question.

“Uh… The Shining is underrated,” Steve said, not confidently.

“Overrated,” Eddie corrected. “Why would anyone say The Shining is underrated?” The conversation somehow got moved to D&D not long after, Steve interjecting to ask questions more. Many of them were questions he’d asked before, but Eddie didn’t mind reminding. He was honestly hoping one day Steve would play in a campaign, even if it was just a one shot, but he felt like he had to sell the appeal a little more before bringing it up.

Eventually, Steve was lying in between Eddie’s legs, almost his full weight on top of him as he kissed Eddie’s neck lazily. Eddie was idly playing with Steve’s hair as he talked, “But that’s why I said we shouldn’t worry about a paladin if no one’s gonna be a cleric, because–” Steve lifted his head to give Eddie a long, slow kiss, cutting him off.

“Eddie,” Steve said against his lips, a thrill running through Eddie. He’d come to realize he really enjoyed when Steve called him by his first name. “I haven’t been high for half an hour, and as much as I love watching those pretty lips of yours talk,” Eddie felt warmth swarm his face, “I wanna see them in a few different uses.” His stomach swirled in excitement at Steve’s words, and he decided he couldn’t care less about what he was just talking about.

“Gotta get off me first,” he teased, Steve rolling off him and leading the way to Eddie’s room. As soon as the door was shut Steve’s mouth was on Eddie’s, the latter pushing Steve to the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” Eddie said, pulling out of the kiss after a moment. He got up, pulled out his go-to mixtape and popped it in his stereo. “Sound travels here,” he smirked, returning to the bed and crawling over Steve as “Forget Me Nots” by Patrice Rushen played. As much as Eddie would be more than happy to have some Dio or Sabbath on, he found it didn’t get most people into the mood. Besides, as he told Steve, good music was good music.

Eddie kissed him again and slotted his leg between Steve’s. He promptly pressed his thigh into Steve’s groin, because god he finally could. No time crunches, or inebriation, or fucking life altering moments to get in the way. Eddie had Steve all to himself, and he was already moving his hands under Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie began to kiss Steve’s jaw, then his neck. He tugged the polo aside to reach his collarbone, but was annoyed with the lack of access. Eddie sat up tugging at the bottom of Steve’s shirt. “I don’t need to tell you how to take your shirt off, do I, Harrington?” he teased, smiling down at him. Steve didn’t have to be told twice, sitting up and yanking his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.

Instead of lying back down, Steve sat up more, running his hands up Eddie’s sides. Steve looked up at Eddie with eyes that made his head swoon. “I showed you mine…” He simpered, Eddie immediately tugging his own shirt off and letting it join Steve’s on the floor. Steve took him in with sultry eyes, hands gliding up his sides as he sat up to place a slow kiss to his chest, followed by more urgent ones around it.

Eddie ran his fingers roughly through Steve’s hair, the other hand smoothing over his shoulder. Eventually the urge to explore Steve’s chest with his own mouth won out, Eddie pushing him back down onto the bed and moving down his body. He sucked kisses almost rabidly, determined to leave as many marks as possible.

Steve’s hands were tangled in Eddie’s hair, breathing heavily underneath him while Eddie worked on placing a hickey over his collarbone. “I have a question,” Steve rasped out.

Eddie pulled his lips off of Steve just enough to say, “Yes?” before continuing his work.

“Were you joking when you said you… liked being choked?” He asked, and Eddie lifted his head to look at him.

Eddie chuckled. “Told you, no kinky stuff tonight. Should’ve asked me earlier.”

“I didn’t really know how to steer the conversation from D&D to sexual choking,” he said flatly, earning a genuine laugh from Eddie. “C’mon, just a question. I’m not gonna stop wondering.”

Sighing, Eddie said, “Fine. Technically it was for the joke. I’d rather do the choking.” Steve’s eyes fell to Eddie’s hand on his stomach.

“No,” he scolded with a wry smile.

“I know, I know,” Steve sighed, the roll of his eyes a mixture of amusement and frustration.

“Any more questions, or…” Eddie was very eager to get back to his task, but didn’t want to shut down Steve’s curiosity entirely.

Steve hesitated for a moment, brow creased in the slightest. “Is it… actually choking someone? Like… they can’t breathe?”

“Uh, no. Shouldn’t be,” Eddie supplied. “There are people who do it wrong, I guess. It’s more like… cutting off the blood flow. Basically makes you lightheaded.”

“Oh,” Steve said simply, a thought clearly still brewing behind his eyes. “How do you… even figure out you’re into that?”

“Well, uh… depends on the person. Maybe someone does it to you, or asks you to do it to them. Bunch of different ways.”

“How did you find out?” He asked, eyes rounded in curiosity. His hands were resting on Eddie’s waist now, no longer running over his body; attentive.

A bashful smile crept onto his face as he recalled the memory. “You really wanna know?”

Steve gave a small shrug, glancing him up and down briefly. “Only if you wanna tell me.”

Eddie brought his hand up to trace idle patterns on Steve’s sternum, distracting himself with his chest hair. “It was probably sophomore year. Your friend, Tommy, thought I was looking at him in the locker rooms– I wasn’t, by the way– and…” He shrugged.

“Long story short, in an attempt to threaten me, he slammed me up against the lockers by the throat, neither of us wearing more than boxers… and even though I was scared, there was a thought in the back of my mind that it was… kinda hot,” he smirked down at Steve, ignoring the warmth that rose to his cheeks. “Luckily not hot enough to be a problem, it was still Tommy,” Eddie smirked. “Not exactly Mr. Irresistible, ya know?”

“Nah, he can’t be Mr. Irresistible,” Steve couldn’t contain his smile, Eddie a hundred percent certain he knew what Steve was going to say next: “That’s me.” His grin was gigantic and utterly idiotic.

Eddie shoved a palm onto Steve’s face playfully. “I fuckin’ knew you were gonna say that,” he laughed. Steve pulled his hand away by the wrist, laughing as well. “Dumbass,” he muttered affectionately. But Steve was already staring at Eddie’s hand again, holding it above his face to inspect. He traced lightly over Eddie’s knuckles and rings with his other hand, one of his thumbs coming to press inside Eddie’s palm.

With a sigh, Eddie lowered their hands so he could look Steve in the eye again. “How about this… I’m going to try something, and you can tell me your thoughts,” Eddie proposed, hesitant. He saw the excitement flicker behind Steve’s eyes. “But then we put the rest of this conversation on hold. Deal?”

“Deal,” Steve seemed too invested in what was about to happen to even make a flirty remark, eager eyes looking up at Eddie. The sight alone was enough to make a deviant excitement rumble inside him. He put his hand on Steve’s chest to steady himself as Eddie switched to straddling Steve, sitting back on his knees. Steve released Eddie’s hand to snake his own up his thighs, looking up salaciously.

“Tell me if I should stop,” he said, simple and quiet as he placed his hand over Steve’s throat, not applying any pressure. Steve was suspiciously still as he kept his eyes on Eddie. “Thoughts? Questions?” Eddie smiled mirthfully. “Comments, concerns?”

“I… can see the appeal,” Steve said tentatively.

Eddie smiled down at him, lowering his face barely inches from Steve’s, not removing his hand. “What’s that mean, Stevie?” He glanced at Steve’s lips before flicking his gaze back to his. “Not interested,” Eddie placed a gentle kiss on Steve's lips. “Completely neutral,” another kiss, holding it for a second longer. “Or very interested?”

He pulled away to see Steve’s face clearly, thumb stroking patiently on the side of Steve’s neck. Eddie watched his Adam’s apple bob, face rosy. “Very interested,” he said gruffly, hands splaying wider over Eddie’s thighs. His breath stuttered in his chest as Steve rubbed over his dick. Steve’s hands came to grip Eddie’s hips, holding him in place as he thrusted halfheartedly under him.

This snapped Eddie out of his pleasure induced haze, his hand pulling away to trail down Steve’s chest. “Guess you have that to look forward to, then,” he purred before going straight back to kissing Steve’s neck, moving his body down to once again slot his leg between Steve’s. From this position, he could clearly feel that he was not the only one hard, even in jeans.

Steve was rutting against him needily, one hand in his hair and the other over his shoulder blade. His short, quickened breaths underneath Eddie had him practically drooling. Before he could fight the urge Eddie licked a long, slow strip up the side of Steve’s neck. In response Steve whined, hips bucking into him urgently.

“For fuck’s sake, Eddie, please touch me,” he panted out, words rushed together. Eddie wasted no time, immediately making room between them to palm Steve, who open-mouth moaned in response. Eddie pressed his lips to Steve’s greedily, swallowing another moan from the man as he continued feeling him through his jeans.

Eddie moved his hand from Steve’s hard on to his belt, tugging once as he broke apart just enough to speak against his lips. “Can I?” He asked, own voice husky. Steve continued the kiss again before urgently croaking out a “Yes.”

Steve’s belt jingled as Eddie made quick work of unbuckling it. As soon as he got Steve’s pants undone he shoved his hand down them, roughly groping Steve over his boxer briefs. Eddie leaned back enough to admire the pleasure washing over Steve’s face, which was flushed. Pink, slightly swollen lips parted to allow more moans to escape.

Moans that Eddie quickly muffled by shoving his tongue in Steve’s mouth. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, remembering how much Steve liked it before. Eddie released Steve’s lip, the latter’s head falling back against the bed with a pant. Eddie brought his mouth to the juncture of Steve’s neck and his shoulder, grazing his teeth over the spot before biting down delicately.

Steve attempted to suppress a long groan, it rumbling deep in his throat. Eddie, knowing if he kept going at this pace he might actually drive the man insane, finally slid his hand inside Steve’s boxers, wrapping around his dick. “Fuck, Eddie,” his hand fisted in Eddie’s hair, Steve’s head lifting to bury his face in the crook of his neck. He rolled his hips into Eddie’s hand, grunting against his shoulder.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered, realizing something as he pulled his hand out of Steve’s pants. He let out a noise of disappointment, pulling back to look at Eddie with furrowed brows. Eddie chuckled, lightly. “Should’ve taken the rings off, my bad,” he went to remove one of his rings.

Steve’s hand flew to his wrist, catching it. “Wait,” he said breathlessly, staring at Eddie with wide, gleaming eyes. “Keep them on.”

A grin stretched across Eddie’s face as a thousand filthy, vulgar images of Steve flashed through his mind. He replaced the ring he had started to take off, and returned his hand to Steve’s dick, which was now slicked with precum. He made a mental note to wash his rings tomorrow, though he was eager to have Steve make a mess of them now.

Eddie hadn’t seen it yet, but from the feel alone he could tell that Steve had a lot to work with. Though, admittedly, he’d had expected that. Or maybe just hoped. Either way, he wasn’t surprised by the impressive size.

As Eddie leisurely stroked Steve, albeit somewhat restrained from the boxers, he dipped his head for a slow, deep kiss. Steve hummed soft moans into the kiss, which gradually picked up in volume and frequency as Eddie quickened his pace.

Steve’s breaths were becoming stuttered and uneven. Before Eddie could even pull his hand away (not content to let Steve finish that easy), Steve hastily broke the kiss. “Wait, wait–” Eddie immediately paused his movements, releasing his grip and leaving his hand to rest on Steve’s abdomen. He pulled back to look at Steve, searching his face for signs of a problem.

There didn’t seem to be one, a devious smirk crossing his face. “‘S no fair, I don’t get to touch you.” Steve pushed on one of Eddie’s shoulders, the latter allowing himself to be flipped onto his back. Eddie marveled at him as Steve stepped out of his jeans before falling easily back onto the bed. A knee came to rest between his legs as Steve grinded down onto him, hands cupping either side of Eddie’s face while crashing their lips together.

Steve trailed slow kisses down his neck, then his chest. He inched off the bed to place small, gentle ones on Eddie’s abdomen, hand palming through his jeans. Eddie’s mouth fell open in a jagged exhale as he looked at the sight of Steve on his knees, working lower and lower. Steve paused to look up at Eddie through long lashes, hands frozen on Eddie’s belt as he silently asked permission. He nodded his head enthusiastically.

He immediately went to work on unbuckling Eddie’s belt, tugging his jeans down his thighs as soon as he popped them open. Eddie laughed as the movement jerked him down the bed a bit. “How many times I gotta tell you about patience, Stevie?” Eddie lifted his legs for Steve to pull them off all the way, the jeans also joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Eddie was left in his underwear, excitement curling deep in his stomach as Steve hovered back over him.

Steve watched Eddie’s face intently as his hand rubbed slowly over his boxers. Eddie’s chin tilted up, biting his lip as his breath hitched. Steve’s face split into a grin. “Trust me, I’m gonna take my time,” he ran his hand more firmly over Eddie’s hard on, earning a long, deep hum of approval.

Eddie’s head fell back with a groan as Steve’s hand slid smoothly into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and pumping slowly. Eddie looked back to see Steve still observing him intently, eyes blown out with pure lust and lips parted as if in deep focus. In one quick movement Steve was kissing Eddie, seemingly starved, while he continued to stroke him. Eddie moaned, his cock leaking as Steve parted their lips himself, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Steve broke their kiss, Eddie gasping for air as he redirected his lips to just above Eddie’s underwear. With his other hand he slipped his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s boxers, tugging them down enough to suck a kiss onto his hip bone. Steve’s other hand didn’t stop, instead his fist rolled over the head of Eddie’s dick with intent, which immediately pulled out a string of moaned curse words from the latter.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Steve,” he breathed out after regaining enough composure to do so. Steve pulled up from giving Eddie’s hip a hickey, removing his hand from Eddie’s dick (much to his dismay.)

Two fingers of each hand slipped back into Eddie’s waistband, Steve looking up at him with craving eyes. “I wanna see you,” he held eye contact as his lips dipped down to place a gentle kiss below Eddie’s belly button.

“Believe me I am not stopping you,” Eddie huffed, frankly willing to do anything the man wanted if it got Steve touching him again. A wicked smile spread across Steve’s face as he slowly pulled Eddie’s boxer’s down, his dick springing free. Heat flooded his face at being so on display in front of Steve, but there was little room to be insecure when Steve’s eyes were looking down at him, seeping with an unsatiated desire.

Steve took Eddie back into his hand, pumping slowly again and splaying his free hand over one of Eddie’s thighs. His head fell back in another moan, Eddie propping himself up on his elbows so he could easily look at Steve when he wanted. “God, Eddie,” Steve muttered in a throaty voice that made Eddie’s cock twitch in his hand. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

Something in Eddie soared, his chest tightening as the hand on his thigh adventured over his hip, up his side, and back down to his leg again. Eddie lifted his head to look at Steve, catching his licentious stare. Another grin stretched Steve’s face, dangerously impish. “Think it’s time I had my interview for number one, don’t ya think?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up at this. “Do you even know how to–” but he was cut off by Steve taking Eddie into his mouth slowly. A loud groan, almost able to be mistaken for pain, tore through Eddie, his toes curling. “Fuck…” he whined with scrunched eyes, unable to contain himself.

He opened his eyes, impatient to see Steve, and was not disappointed with the sight. Steve’s long lashes fell across his flushed cheeks while he took Eddie as far as he could. Eddie’s hand shot out to tangle in Steve’s hair, breathy whimpers spilling out from him as he watched the debauched scene in front of him, Steve’s mouth unrelenting.

And when Steve’s eyes opened again, filled with eagerness and curiosity as he looked up at him, Eddie was certain he'd somehow scammed his way into heaven.