The Devil of Hawkins || Stranger Things

Chapter 8: He's Still Eddie

"My room?" Steve suggested.

"Works for me," Eddie said, placing a quick peck on Steve's cheek before stepping away.

Steve gave him a strange look and watched in confusion as Eddie slid on the boxers he set aside for him. "Now you get dressed?"

"There's something weird about walking around your house naked, it's too open." He hopped himself unstably into the pants. "Don't worry, you can undress me later." He smiled playfully and winked at Steve's disapproving expression. "Y'know, like a present."

"Just go." Steve pointed to the door.

Eddie smiled and stole a quick peck before doing what was requested of him.

Steve closed his eyes, trying not to regret his decision as blood slowly found its way back to its rightful place. He shook his head and followed Eddie down the hallway balcony. He raised an eyebrow when the light flicked off in the master bedroom. Cautiously, he crossed the threshold. Eddie slammed the door shut behind him and pinned him to it. He only took a second to look at Steve's surprised face before pushing a kiss onto him, deepening it, pressing Steve's head into the door behind him. Eddie had one hand on the door, the other ran up Steve's bare chest until it rested on the side of his neck. Unsure what to do, Steve placed his hands flat on the door behind him and let Eddie do as he pleased. He felt his knees go weak as he realized this was basically a situation out of one of his fantasies. Shit.

Eddie softened the kiss as he slid his hands down both of Steve's sides, taking extra care to feel over every texture of his healing scars, getting a faint grunt and squirm at their touch. They obviously didn't hurt him anymore. He continued moving his hands lower, over the waistband of his pants, grazing his soft ass, and resting them on the back of his thighs. With little effort, he pulled up on Steve's legs, wrapping them around his hips. "Hold on to me," Eddie said quickly, and before Steve had enough time to process what was said, Eddie began to move him.

"Fuck." Steve exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck.

"Told you to hang on." Eddie teased before he tipped Steve onto the bed, landing him on his back. He crawled over him and immediately began kissing his stomach, right above his pants. Steve took a sharp inhale. Eddie bit the elastic band of Steve's sweatpants and pulled it down over his boxers, continuing to take them off the rest of the way with his hands as he kissed and licked Steve's inner thighs, alternating sides.

Steve reached his hand down and gently gripped Eddie's cold damp hair as he enjoyed the attention. It wasn't the first time his thighs had been focused on, but Eddie was vastly more enthusiastic than anyone else had been. He let himself enjoy Eddie's lips and tongue exploring his thighs. He looked down and felt goosebumps as Eddie's large doe eyes met his. Shit, that's hot.

Eddie pressed his face against Steve's trapped erection, gently rubbing it with his cheek, mouth, and nose. Steve groaned at the pressure. Running a hand up Steve's thighs, Eddie slid his fingers under the seams of the boxers, tightening them against the plush skin. He pushed his hands further under the cloth, creating creases in the skin around the hem of the underwear.

"If you keep that up, you'll rip 'em." He removed his hand from Eddie's hair.

Eddie looked up at Steve with a smirk. "Would that be so bad?" He cupped his hand, increasing the tension on the cloth.

"Come on, if you want 'em off, then take them off the normal way." Steve lifted himself up onto his elbows.

"I do want them off," Eddie turned his hand around and gripped the inside of the boxers in a fist. "But I seem to be very bad at doing things the normal way." He gripped tighter, stretching the fabric to its limit.