I Was Made For Lovin' You (A Steddie Fic)

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Beginning of  Autumn 1987
A year after the Vecna's downfall

Trigger warnings: emotionally neglectful and abusive parents

Content warnings: SMUT, also I'm not very experienced with writing smut but I tried my best.

The awkward breakfast Steve was forced to sit through only got more and more unbearable as his father talked about his job.

Steve wasn't exactly sure what he even did anymore, he was always traveling and it wasn't like his travel stories were exciting. All his father did was go to business meetings and have affairs with women fair too young for him. Not that he would mention those in front of Steve's mom.

He just let his dad talk about whatever and let his mind wonder to his boyfriend, who he hadn't been able to see much of recently. It had only been a week and half since their first kiss, and five days since their last. Steve was dying to kiss him again.

He might have a chance today after he took Dustin back to school shopping, his mom was working an extra shift and couldn't go with him. He definitely could stop by Eddie's work and wait until he had a break before Steve had work.

He thought about those pretty brown eyes and soft lips for a while before his father snapped his fingers in Steve's face to get his attention.

"Hmm sorry." He shook his head and looked at his parents.

"Your mother asked you a question Stephen." His father sounded angry, which wasn't new.

"Sorry mom. What was it?"

She swallowed, looking annoyed but went ahead to ask him again. "Do you have work today?"

"Oh yeah. I have the late shift tonight, but I promised Dustin to take him clothes shopping for school."

"Who's Dustin?" She looked confused rather than annoyed.

"He's the Henderson kid? I've told you about him. I met him though Nancy, he's Mike's friend. Does any of this ring a bell?"

"No, why are you taking him shopping?"

"His mom works and he doesn't have a dad or siblings to take him. I took him under my wing I guess."

His father laughed. Not a nice laugh, a rude laugh. He gave Steve a look that he said thought he was lying.

"He's probably going to buy drugs from that freak friend of his."

Steve's vision turned red, hatred and anger flared in his chest as his brain tried to keep everything calm but part of him wanted to scream.

"He's not a freak. And he doesn't sell drugs." Steve managed in a tight voice.

"We all know he was selling them to Chrissy Cunningham before she was murdered. He admitted to it in his trial."

"He doesn't sell anymore then." Steve clenched his jaw. "And the trail declared him innocent."

"Boys let's not argue. Let's just enjoy the rest of breakfast."

"No Marisa our son is hanging around children and delinquents. Congratulations Stephen you've managed to make a complete waste of your life."