I Can't, Eddie... (Steddie)

14

The rest of the week went by in roughly the same pattern. Steve got at least one meetup in the make-out closet everyday between Robin and Dustin playing lookout. Paul had staunchly ignored Eddie's presence under Steve's watchful glare and Robins amused observations. It wasn't until after class on Friday that Robin finally brought it up as her, Steve, and Eddie were chatting in the hallway.

"I've been meaning to tell you how impressed I was, Steve," Robin said suddenly.

Oh, god.

"For what, specifically?" Steve asked.

"How it took you less than twenty four hours to solve the Paul problem," she said, nodding at Paul's figure quickly walking away down the hall. His broken nose had bloomed huge bruises under both eyes. The whole school was talking about it.

"Absolutely unnecessary act of violence," Eddie said, frowning.

"Some people would call it heroic." Steve replied.

"Well I'm not some people,"

"Ain't that the fucking truth," Steve teased. Eddie reached up and ruffled Steve's hair. Robin gagged.

"Shut up, Harrington,"

Steve blushed and then looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching them.

Fuck. Why did I do that?

"Shit. Sorry," Eddie stepped back and met Steve's eyes.

"No, no. You didn't do anything wrong." Steve insisted, and even reached forward to put a hand on Eddie's arm. He squeezed lightly. Eddie smiled but didn't reply.

"Okay, okay, off you go into the closet of fantasies," Robin said, shooing them in front of her so they could make their way to the small private space. Steve slipped through the door and waiting a few minutes for Eddie to enter. Steve had set his bag down and was rifling through his D&D book while he waited. When Eddie quickly came in, Steve attempted to shove the book away before Eddie could see, but he was too slow. Eddie practically ran over to Steve and snatched the book out of his hands.

"Is this what I think it is, Steve Harrington?"

"Oh my god, shut up." Steve reached forward to grab the book back and Eddie took a step further away.

"What page were you looking at? Fireball spells? Love, you're way too low level for that."

Steve's stomach swooped a thousand times.

Okay, enough of this. I need to be touching him. Now.

"Come here, babe." Steve growled, voice low and full of lust. Eddie's eyes snapped to Steve's and he threw the book on a table, immediately obeying Steve and closing the distance. Steve was sitting on the table and Eddie came to stand between his legs. Steve grabbed Eddie's waist with one hand and his neck with the other. Eddie's hands were supporting him on the table on either side of Steve, leaning down to meet Steve's kiss for once. They kissed passionately, immediately exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Eddie brought one of his hands up onto Steve's back to pull him in closer, groaning as he felt Steve's erection pressing into him. The room was thick with desire. Steve wanted Eddie so badly he couldn't stand it. Every night this week he had to jerk off when he got home, thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

If we keep making out like this I'm going to come in my pants.

Steve pulled back and took a deep breath. Eddie moved down to Steve's throat and neck, kissing and nibbling.

"Eds, I am so fucking attracted to you," Steve said leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling.

How do I ask him to suck me off in like, a caring way?

"I can tell," Eddie laughed, gently rocking their bodies together and causing Steve's dick to pulse with the slight stimulation. Steve groaned.

"Dude," Steve practically whined. "What I mean to say is, like, I want to do more than kissing with you." Steve was blushing now, still looking up at the ceiling. "But I know you don't have the same level of...experience as me. So I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with. But it's also new for me in some ways. Like I don't just want you to do more than kissing. I want us both to do more than kissing... to each other..." Steve clamped his mouth shut before he said anything else terribly embarrassing.

STEVE. Stop rambling. Jesus Christ.

Eddie didn't say anything in response for longer than Steve would have liked so he inhaled deeply and brought his head back upright, probing Eddie's expression. Of course, Eddie looked amused.

"Harrington, are you embarrassed because you want me to give you a blowjob?" Eddie said, eyes dancing with joy. He just loved watching Steve squirm.

"I believe I said I wanted a mutual exchange of—" Steve hesitated.

Dude stop being so awkward.

"Blowjobs." Eddie finished for him. Steve rolled his eyes.

"You could just say no."

Now it was Eddie's turn to roll his eyes. His hand was still resting on Steve's back and he slowly brought it to Steve's front. His hand went down, down, still further down. Steve's breath hitched and his eyes got wide. Eddie's hand finally came in contact with the bulge in Steve's pants and he gently pressed down, shaping his hand around Steve's dick as much as he could with the fabrics in the way. Steve hissed and gritted his teeth.

"Fuck, Munson. I'm on the fucking edge right now. Like, I need to be able to wear these pants the rest of the day."

Eddie didn't respond, but instead with his unoccupied hand, grabbed one of Steve's hands and slowly brought it between Eddie's legs. Steve found himself suddenly so curious, and he was happy to feel that Eddie was just as hard as he was. Eddie's hips moved slightly when Steve started touching his dick and he groaned again.

"There. Now we're even, Harrington,"

Steve suddenly chuckled to himself.

Oh my god. His dick is really big.

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly. "What?"

"It's nothing," Steve waved his hand in dismissal.

"Why are you laughing immediately after touching my dick?"

Now Steve fully laughed.

"It's just—" Steve hesitated.

"Steve! What??"

"Eddie Munson's dick is bigger than mine," Steve mused, more to himself than to Eddie. Eddie cocked his head to the side. In a very rare moment, Eddie was speechless. Steve smiled and leaned in for another kiss, both still groping each other. This time, Eddie broke the kiss off. He couldn't remain speechless for long.

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"What? This?" Steve gave a squeeze. Eddie nodded.

"Actually I think it's pretty fucking hot. Want to know what else I'm thinking?" Steve flirted. Eddie nodded again, putty in Steve's hands. "I'm thinking: how far will that fit in my mouth?" Steve licked his lips and brought his lower lip between his teeth.

Eddie inhaled sharply, almost losing it right then and there. Somehow he managed to keep his composure enough to fully back away, breaking the lust-filled spell between them. "You're coming to my house after school, Harrington. And we're going to get the answer to your question."