The Causal Sex Thing

2. The First Night

(UNFINISHED DRAFT)

CW: hand jobs, blowjobs, hair pulling, ?degrading?

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Steve drums his fingers against his steering wheel with anticipation, his car tailing Eddie's van on his way to the trailer. Steve is surprised to say how excited he is for the first --of many, apparently-- night with Eddie. He builds that up to be his current lack of a sex life, but also the fact that Steve never got to the experimenting point of his gay awakening, he just excepted the title and let himself have a crush on Johnny Depp, so he's finally getting a chance to see whats different about sex with men, or if there is a difference, well, there's an obvious difference, but a difference as in, if he'll not like it as much, maybe like it more, he doesn't know, but he sure is eager to find out.

Eddie parks his van outside of the trailer, stepping out of the vehicle, Steve quickly doing the same. Eddie's keys jingle in his hands as he tries to find the right key, of course the last key he decides to try slides into the door opening it with a satisfying click. He swings the door open, nodding for Steve to step in before him, shutting the door behind him with the kick of his foot. 

"Sorry it looks like a shit hole, I just-"

Steve turns around and pins Eddie to the door, holding him by the collar of his vest. "Cut the shit, I'm fucking horny." He states, a little surprised at his own bluntness. 

"Welp- Uh- Sure." Eddie stutters out, a little embarrassed. Steve cocks a brow at the string of words, a small grin spreading across his face.

"Aw, are we getting a little shy?" Steve uses the height advantage to lean forward a bit and look down at the man, his shadow hiding the smirk that takes place on Eddie's lips.

"Please," Eddie flips them around so Steve is pressed against the door, his legs twisted over themselves as he slides down the door a little bit, giving Eddie the height advantage as he places his hands besides Steve's head. "Lest we forget our places, Stevie." 

Steve takes a hard swallow, sure the babyish nickname is supposed to demean him, but it only sets his skin ablaze.

"We're in my house, and that means, my rules." Eddie speaks to Steve as if he's lesser than, and it... turns him on? Steve's never really been talked down to, especially in a sexual context, so this experience has really been more of a learning curve, that is, so far. "The first rule is..." He pauses to think. "No shirts."

"No shirts?" 

Eddie lifts his hands from the wall, letting his jacket slide off his arms, and pulling his shirt off over his head, both articles of clothing being mindlessly tossed to the floor. Steve's eyes drill into Eddie's tattoos, now on full display, he's never really noticed how many there were before, though, you really don't notice much when someone is bleeding out in front of you. He eyes the scars that decorate Eddie skin, similar to his own, he has this urge to reach out and touch them, see if he can feel a difference, between Eddie's skin and his own.

"No shirts." Eddie states, with a confident smirk, notices Steve's lack of shirtless-ness. "You, are still wearing a shirt." 

"Yeah." Steve glances down at the fabric. "And what about it?" He says in a tone all to smug for his current position. Steve decides, this is a learning curve, he's going to learn where to stop pushing.

Eddie leans back over him, and he suddenly regrets not immediately complying. Eddie places a hand on Steve's belt, pulling their hips together with a firm tug, feeling a half hard Steve, pressing into his side. "You don't want to know."

To be honest, Steve kind of wants to know, but he doesn't dare find out. He peels his back off the door, pulling his shirt over and off his head rather fast. Now they're both shirtless, and things get awfully slow, because right now they're just two shirtless guys, anything that happens after this is past the point of no return, everything changes after this. They'll no longer be; that guy that I know, they'll become... Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? That guy that I sleep with every now and then? The label doesn't matter, what matters is that this is the most fragile part, one wrong move and it cracks and shatters.

But Steve is stupid, and stupid people slam their heads against thin sheets of glass, or in his case, slam their lips against some guy you kind of know, knowing full well it'll lead to sex, with absolutely no knowledge of sex with men.

Their lips move in harmony, Steve's hand sliding to the nape of his neck, pulling him in, Eddie continuing the motion, slamming Steve back onto the door with a groan. Now, whether or not the sound was due to the kiss, or being thrown against a door, Eddie's a slut for a sound, the vocalization only makes him kiss Steve with more fever. His hands sliding up his cheeks into his hair, one stays, and the other moves down, feeling the skin of Steve's neck, his collar bone, his chest, planting on his hips with a firm grasp. 

Steve's back slides against the door, trying to figure out what to do with his body, just trying to keep every point of contact. Kissing Eddie is good, scratch that, it's great, amazing, fan-fucking-tastic even, he can't tell if it's because he's kissing Eddie, or because Eddie's a guy, I mean, he's never kissed a guy before, who to say that he wouldn't like kissing guys more then he liked kissing girls, who's to say that he doesn't just like kissing Eddie. 

Steve decides to stop with the learning curve, and to just bask in the moment, all prior thought slipping away anyways, the feeling of Eddie's lips against his brings his mind to a blank, his tongue slides a long Steve's bottom lip, immediately granting him access, not even attempting to gain power, he just allows the man to lick into his mouth, his tongue taste of weed, and... cherry coke, God that's hot, Steve doesn't know why it's hot, it just is.

Eddie grabs Steve by the belt and peels him off the door, directing them towards his room. They start out walking, but increase their speed with each step, eventually moving so fast that they trip over each other and tumble onto Eddie's bed. 

The fall causes them to separate, and actually catch their breaths. It starts with a small chuckle from Eddie, but each continues to laugh at the other person laughing until their curled up and can barely breathe anymore.

"Why are we laughing?" Steve starts, because he truly doesn't know.

"Because this is funny." Eddie croaks out.  

"Why?" Steve asks, still trying to get a hold of his laughter.

"I mean-" Eddie spends some time searching for air. "I didn't actually think you'd agree, and like all of a sudden we're here, in my bed, and, I'm about fuck King Steve, and live the dream of about half the chicks in Hawkins, and all I had to do was ask, like, it's that easy." Eddie laughs as if it's the funniest thing he's heard in his life.

Steve's laugh slows to a stupidly wide grin. "What!? I'm not easy, you're just hard to say no to, and really, you expect me to say no to a face like that."

Steve actually manages to put an end to Eddie's laughter. "What..."

"Yeah man, you're hot." Steve doesn't exactly know why he's admitting all of this, maybe he's light headed from the immense amounts of oxygen he's lacking.

"You think I'm hot?"

"No Eddie, I wanna fuck someone ugly. And I don't think it, I know it."