Steve loved spending time with his boyfriend. He also loved spending time at his boyfriend's place. A year after they defeated Vecna, life was finally feeling more normal. Or as normal as life could be after nearly being eaten alive by giant freaky bats. But Steve didn't mind trading a few scars for the man sitting a room away.
It had been a freakishly hot day in Hawkins and the AC at Family Video gave out halfway through Steve's shift. He had definitely soaked through his shirt and was ready to take a nice cold shower.
Steve stood in front of Eddie's bathroom mirror and stared at his reflection. He was covered in scars but his chest hair was growing back long enough to cover the more gnarly ones. He used to hate the way they looked but after Eddie, that all changed.
Eddie worshiped Steve's body and he did the same in return. The two had very different builds but in a way, it felt like they were built for each other. Steve was wider and had more muscle build just due to sports in High School whereas Eddie was slim but was somehow just as strong as Steve was. Eddie was beautiful. Scars and tattoos covered his body and Steve loved tracing his fingers along each one while laying in bed. But he also loved running his tongue along his textured skin, especially after a long hot day. That thought snapped him out of his trance and noticed the tent starting to form in his boxers.
"It's a good thing I'm about to shower" he sighed, turning around to lean against the sink.
His eyes fell to the floor in front of him and thrown carelessly about a few band T-shirts, his own clothes, and a pair of Hawkins High boxers. He was shocked the first time he saw Eddie walking around in them, the school pride catching him off guard but there they were again, sitting in a pile of dirty laundry at his feet.
Steve never saw himself as gross growing up. He was definitely the opposite. Needed things in order and clean. From his clothes to his hair to his room, but as he got older and the pressure of parents that were never around anymore lifted, he slowly got more comfortable in being a normal teen boy. But then Billy came into his life.
Billy was absolutely disgusting. If Steve could pinpoint what he smelled like at any given time, it would be sweat, spit, stale beer, and cigarettes. They weren't together long before the mind flayer so crudely took him away but during their time together, Steve found out maybe he was just as gross as Billy. Honestly, maybe even more than Billy was.
But there he was, Eddie's boxers now in his hands and shoving them into his face. They smelled like sweat and dried cum but they also smelled like Eddie and that was absolutely intoxicating to him. Sweet and musky and somehow even his underwear smelled of cigarette smoke and weed. Steve let out a soft moan into them as there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"You doing okay in there sweetheart? You've been in there for a good fifteen minutes and I didn't hear the water start yet." Eddie's voice had a slight concern to its tone and before Steve could respond the door swung open causing him to jump slightly, forgetting the boxers in his hand.
"Whatcha got there Stevie? Are those mine?" Eddie gave him a shit-eating grin and pinned him to the counter, closing and locking the bathroom door behind him. "You a little panty sniffer Harrington? Gonna use these to get yourself off?"
Steve turned dark red and stumbled over his words but before he could get anything out, the underwear was snatched from his hands and stuffed into his open mouth.
"Bite down and on your knees you little slut." Eddie purred into Steve's ear and without any hesitation, he did as he was told.
"Never took you for being this freaky Harrington. You definitely surprised me on this one." Eddie was running his hands through Steve's hair and sharply pulled back, forcing the boy to look up at him. "Now if you are good, maybe I'll let you put that pretty face against the real thing. Is that what you want, puppy? Want me to shove that pretty face of yours into my cock?"
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Difficult Miracle, Fucking Embarrassing
RomanceSteve never saw himself as gross growing up. He was actually the opposite. Needed things in order and clean. From his clothes to his hair to his room, but as he got older and the pressure of parents that were never around anymore lifted, he slowly g...