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It’s been a long fucking day and Eddie’s steps are heavy on the stairs as he walks up to their apartment. Finally Friday, though, and he’s looking forward to a lazy weekend with Steve where they can just do absolutely nothing except eat, sleep and fuck, hopefully.
Hopefully , because Steve’s been so busy lately, what with the school year starting and him still getting to grips with being an actual fucking teacher, holy shit. It’s been an exciting change, for sure, but still, wrangling twenty five eight-year-olds every day takes a toll on a guy, and Steve hasn’t been up for doing much more than cuddle and make out a little before bed for the past month.
“Honey, I’m home,” Eddie sings breathlessly as he closes the door behind himself and toes off his work boots. He hangs his jacket on the hook by the door just as Steve walks into the room with a beaming grin.
“Hey, babe,” he says, walking all the way up to Eddie and wrapping him in a hug, burying his nose in Eddie’s neck and inhaling deep. It catches Eddie by surprise, but he’s not one to ever look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when it’s the love of his life being spontaneously affectionate, so he hugs Steve back tightly and presses a kiss to his temple.
“What’s this for, then?” Eddie asks when Steve pulls back.
“Miss you, is all,” he says, smiling. The corners of his eyes crinkle and his nose does that scrunched up thing that’s obscenely adorable, and Eddie can’t help himself, he really can’t. He leans in and captures Steve’s mouth in a deep kiss, tongue and all. Steve lets out a surprised squeak but otherwise takes it in stride, and kisses back with gusto, even pushing Eddie back slightly against the door, pressing close into him so that they’re all wrapped up.
It’s Eddie’s favorite thing, this – kissing Steve with no agenda. Just feeling their bodies entwined, tasting Steve’s lips and chasing his tongue. Biting, nibbling, teasing. He loves grabbing a handful of Steve’s always perfectly coiffed hair and messing it up, making it wild. Loves the lovely noises that come out of Steve’s throats, the little whimpers he can never hold back. He loves even more when Steve takes charge like this, and pins Eddie against the door, the wall, any surface really, and makes use of every inch he has on Eddie, both in height and width, with all those delicious muscles he maintains by jogging every morning and swimming four times a week.
They’re breathless by the time Steve pulls apart finally, though Eddie still chases him a bit, presses his swollen mouth against the dip of Steve’s jaw, feeling the coarse hair from his 5 o’clock shadow and wanting desperately to rub himself against it like a cat.
“Eddie!” Steve laughs as Eddie continues to press kisses along the length of his neck, sucking gently on his earlobe as he goes along. They’re still pressed close flush together, and he can feel the heat from Steve’s skin even through his coveralls. “Why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll order us some food, yeah?” Steve asks when he cubs Eddie’s face in both of his large hands, running his thumb along Eddie’s cheeks. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
Eddie gulps and nods, licking his lips as he looks deep into the rich brown of Steve’s eyes. “Shower, food,” Eddie mutters, making Steve chuckle.
“That’s right. Pizza okay?” he asks, pulling away from Eddie to go towards their phone. Eddie misses him instantly, wishes they could be pressed flush together forever and ever, but simply nods in response as he watches Steve’s ass bounce inside those obscene gray sweatpants as he walks. He’s barefoot as well, his large yet finely boned feet padding softly across the hardwood floors. That means he’s probably done a bit of cleaning after getting home from work – Eddie knows Steve only walks barefoot when the floor is spotless.
He finally moves from where he’s been standing, hypnotized by Steve. Moving awkwardly due to the semi between his legs, Eddie heads into their bedroom to grab some clothes then heads for the shower to wash away this day, looking forward to the night ahead with Steve.
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Pizza devoured and a couple of beers in, Eddie and Steve retire to their beat up old couch to catch the final block of a MST3K rerun while discussing what to bring for Dustin’s birthday party in two weeks. Eddie still can’t believe the kid is nineteen years old, times flies when you’re… fighting intradimensional monsters then hiding from the authorities then trying to build a life from the wreckage of the whole thing. Anyway, it’s been almost five years since Eddie got involved in the whole thing, even longer for Steve, and they’re still mentally recovering from the whole debacle. But at least they have each other, and Robin too, of course, though recently she’s been on a world tour as an official translator for some bigwig at the UN. She calls every Wednesday for her and Steve’s weekly dish sessions, and Eddie makes himself scarce, knowing full well they need the space to be as bitchy as possible even while separated by thousands of miles.
Now, they’re lying back on the couch and talking quietly while some old Roger Corman movie enters its climax on the screen. Steve’s resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder – they fit together like puzzle pieces. It’s the perfect lazy night he had dreamt of as he drove back home from work, but he wonders idly if he can tempt it further, take it to the next level, just as he daydreamed. He runs his fingers faintly up and down Steve’s arm, notes the raised goosebumps they leave in their wake. Steve hums and burrows closer, wrapping a strong arm around Eddie’s middle.
Eddie is entirely enveloped in Steve now, the heavy, steady weight of him making that little part of him that’s always buzzing finally settle, focused entirely on every sensation coursing through his body. The scent of Steve’s hair on his nose – rich sandalwood from his fancy schmancy shampoo – and his bare skin under Eddie’s fingertips. Impossibly soft and beautifully golden tan, even this deep into Fall. Steve has one leg between Eddie’s, and they are pressed so tightly on the couch that Eddie can barely tell where he ends and Steve begins. It’s like they’re meshing into one being, but Eddie wants more, more, more, so he runs his hand up Steve’s arm again and then further up until he can run his fingers through his hair, how luxurious it feels in his rough, calloused hand. Steve groans quietly against him and looks up. Their eyes meet, Steve’s already half-lidded with pleasure.
“It’s been a while, huh,” Steve says in a rough whisper, the gravel tone of his voice sending shivers down Eddie’s spine as he looks down and nods.
“Yeah,” Eddie manages, but he feels all tangled up inside already, his voice rough with want and his dick halfway to fully hard already just from Steve lying on top of him. He’s a mess, always, when Steve gets like this – all soft and sensual, easy with caresses and hands and mouth. And it has been long, so long since they’ve touched each other this way, that he’s close to bursting just from the way Steve’s muscular arm wraps around his waist, the pads of his fingers playing with the hem of his faded Nine Inch Nails t-shirt.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby,” Steve says, voice low and rumbling through his chest, making Eddie flush all over.
“Yeah?” he asks, unable to make out any more words as he stares into Steve’s eyes, heavy-lidded and fiery, radiating the heat that Eddie can feel all the way down his toes.
“Yes, and I think you deserve a reward for being so good and so patient for me,” Steve leans up to whisper in Eddie’s ear, then finishes off with a lick, trapping his earlobe between his teeth. It’s so hot, and Eddie keens already. The tension alone has him fully hard, the desperation bubbling up to the surface, and he’s sure at this point a well placed breeze might knock him over the edge. But Steve knows him better than that, of course, and he has the entire scene under his control, as always. He’s got Eddie pinned right where he wants him, and there’s nothing in this world that would get Eddie to cum before Steve allows him to. It feels completely, devastatingly liberating, always, to let go so freely and put himself on Steve’s capable hands.
Eddie whimpers and nods eagerly, and Steve smiles. He unwraps his arm from Eddie’s waist and gets up. “Let me take you to bed,” he says. It’s not a request, and Eddie scrambles to get up from the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet as he follows Steve down the hall into their bedroom.
Their bedroom is small, cozy – really there’s only room for their bed and a dresser for the clothes that don’t fit in their shared closet. They painted the walls a nice, warm muted green that matches Steve’s bedspread collection, and they framed a few of Eddie’s drawings on the wall. There’s a mirror on the closet door that they use to get ready every morning, and also sometimes they fuck in front of it because Steve loves to stare at their bodies pressed together reflected on the mirror. Eddie has learned to love it, too – he’s learned to love a lot of things about himself that he hated before just by virtue of Steve needling and teasing him, always pushing him out of his comfort zone knowing he has a soft place to land on. He wasn’t particularly sexually experienced before Steve – a blowy here, a handjob there – but now they love to experiment, love to take each other to new heights and always take care of each other once they drop.
He feels close to the apex already as Steve places him against the headboard, but holds on, because they’ve not even kissed yet. They’ve only touched and teased, and there’s more to come, he can tell. Eddie shivers in anticipation as Steve stands at the foot of the bed, watching him with a glint in his eyes.
“Ready, baby?” Steve asks. The room is quiet, except for Eddie’s labored breathing as he tries to keep it together. “Spread those legs for me, yeah?”
Eddie nods and widens his legs, makes sure there’s enough space for Steve, for whatever Steve wants to do to him. Eddie would let him do absolutely anything at this point. His lust and love are all-consuming, and all he wants is to feel Steve against him, on him, in him – always.
Steve pulls his shirt off, tugging at the bottom and effortlessly swiping it over his head and towards the general direction of the hamper in the corner. It’s unbelievably hot, though at this point Eddie thinks he’s just got a Steve thing, so anything he does is arousing and amazing. Eddie watches as the muscles of Steve’s abs flex, the way his nipples harden and pebble, suddenly exposed to the elements. His chest hair is full and dark, and Eddie wants, needs to taste him. His mouth salivates as he watches Steve crawl up on the bed and towards him on all fours, like a panther. Steve’s eyes are black with arousal, and Eddie’s sure his aren’t any different, pupils fully dilated as Steve settles between his legs.
“Look at you,” Steve says softly as he runs his hands up Eddie’s legs. Eddie squirms where he sits but he tries his hardest to stay put, not to move an inch until Steve says so. Steve grins, all shark-like, and squeezes the very top of Eddie’s thighs, earning himself a groan. “Need to get my mouth on you,” he says.
“Please, Stevie, baby, please,” Eddie manages through gritted teeth, trying his best not to arch his back or grind up. He’s fully hard, tenting his sweatpants right in front of Steve, who licks his lips as he stares down at his lap.
“Yeah, you want my mouth on you?” he asks. Eddie nods eagerly, hair falling from the bun he’d recklessly tossed it up in after his shower. He feels completely breathless and feverish, his skin burning from the inside. Steve reaches for the waistband of his sweats but makes no move to pull them down. “Use your words, Ed.”
“Want it,” Eddie groans, head thrown back but eyes still glued on Steve. “Want your mouth, baby, please.”
“So needy,” Steve tuts, “such a good boy, using your words.”
Eddie groans again, nods and nods and nods, as Steve finally coaxes his hips up and pulls down his sweatpants. Maybe it should be embarrassing how, without so little effort, Steve got him hard enough that his erection all but slaps against Eddie’s belly when his sweats are pulled away, but he doesn’t even care at this point. There’s no judgment here, in their bed where they make love and give each other pleasure.
Without preamble, Steve leans forward and starts to press teasing kisses on Eddie’s inner thighs. He runs a hand under his leg and grabs it, digs his nails in his flesh, and with the other he simply holds onto Eddie’s cock, driving him mad with desire.
“Shit, holy shit,” Eddie mutters, throwing his head back again, nearly concussing himself with the force of it. He can see them reflected on the mirror – he looks debauched already and god, Steve’s ass in those sweats is criminal. He wishes Steve were naked, wishes he could watch his hole flutter as he kneels in front of Eddie, but then Steve moves his mouth, wraps those gorgeous pink lips of hips around his cockhead and there are no more thoughts, just Steve Steve Steve .
Steve sucks gently at his cockhead, presses the tip of his tongue against that sensitive little spot underneath – the perineum or whatever. It feels incredible, like fireworks going off behind his eyes. The pressure builds already, from his gut, and he can feel it tugging at that little spot inside him that makes him see stars. And Steve knows exactly how to play him, he’s fluent in Eddie’s body at this point, so it takes little time to have him panting, heavy breaths in and out, and Eddie is an incoherent mess under his ministrations.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles.
“Just Steve, actually,” Steve jokes after pulling out of Eddie’s dick with a loud pop .
Eddie groans, and Steve chuckles, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Eddie’s dick. Steve then uses that smartass tongue of his and licks a thick stripe up his shaft, dragging his tongue from the very base, where his hair is thick and now wet with Steve’s saliva, to the tip, where his head is leaking with precum already, beads of it which Steve suckles down and swallows with a low moan that goes right to the epicenter of Eddie’s lust.
“Taste so good, baby,” Steve sighs, then takes Eddie’s cock entirely into his mouth. His gag reflex is non-existent at this point, and he deepthroats like a champ, like he was born to suck cock. And look – Eddie loves to give blowjobs, right? He even thinks he’s pretty good at them, if Steve’s reactions to him are anything to go by. But Steve? Steve is an absolute all-star, a varsity sport-man of dick-sucking. Every single time he puts his mouth on Eddie, he feels like he’s never been blown before, it’s life-changing and Earth-shattering. And now, Steve’s doing that thing with his tongue, where he sucks and licks all the while bobbing his head, and Eddie can feel the back of his throat with his cock, and it’s just… it’s driving him mad. He can hear his own heartbeat, feels his breaths shortening as he pants and pants, uncontrollably drooling down his chin.
Eddie moves to grab a fistful of Steve’s hair, just feeling him, but still lets Steve set his own pace. He can’t even think about interrupting, not when Steve hums low and deep, and Eddie whimpers as he widens his legs further.
“Stevie, argh…” he moans. “I need–”
“What do you need, baby?” Steve asks as he pulls away from Eddie’s cock. His mouth is bright red and wet, so wet. He looks like an absolute dream, his eyes drooping at the corner, his neck flushed all the way down to his chest. His hair wild from Eddie’s fingers.
“Finger–” is all Eddie can say, but Steve understands, and smiles. Staring into Eddie’s eyes, Steve brings two of his fingers into his own mouth, getting them nice and wet before settling down between Eddie’s legs again. He teases Eddie’s hole while taking his cock into his mouth once more.
Eddie can’t believe he hasn’t cum yet. It’s been weeks since they’ve done anything like this, so this feels like a homecoming of sorts. Yes, it’s lust and passion and want, but it’s also comfort, it’s being back in your beloved’s arms after a long time away. They’re both much more comfortable with actions than words, so when they come together like this, it always feels like something special.
While continuing his rampage on Eddie’s cock with his mouth, Steve also inserts one finger into his hole, slowly pleasuring him, pressing against the heat of him from the inside and immediately finding that little bundle inside him that gets him so much closer to the edge. Eddie loves having his prostate stimulated like his, and Steve is nothing if not obliging, so he tugs and presses, then adds another finger, making Eddie writhe underneath him as he continues to suck Eddie’s cock, faster and faster now.
Then, Steve pulls off. Eddie feels himself teetering over the edge, and stares wildly at Steve, whose mouth is even wetter, redder than before. There’s spit down his chin and his cheeks are bright red as well. One of Steve’s hands is occupied, fingering Eddie’s hole with precision, so he brings his free one to grasp Eddie’s cock, still leaking precum and now exceedingly wet from Steve’s spit, and begins to stroke him, fast and hard.
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie groans, grinding his hips up, fucking into Steve’s fist.
“Come on, cum for me, baby,” Steve says, voice even more gravelly now, throat decidedly abused from sucking Eddie’s cock for god knows how long. Eddie doesn’t need more permission than that, his brain takes in the words and it’s almost instant – he feels the white hot release from his belly, vision blacking out briefly as he lets out a loud moan, and feels his cock spurting thick ribbons of cum that coat Steve’s hand as he continues to stroke him, and paint Eddie’s torso.
He must black out for a second or something, because one minute Eddie’s cumming like it’s the first time, and the second he’s opening his eyes to see Steve smiling wickedly at him from between his legs.
“Welcome back to Earth,” Steve says kindly. Eddie smiles lazily and runs a hand through his messy hair. He looks down at his cum-covered chest and chuckles.
“Oh god,” he laughs.
“You’re very messy, Ed,” Steve says in that playful way of his when he’s not yet done with Eddie. Although he’s just climaxed, Eddie can feel his arousal is still simmering, and it would take very little for Steve to get him going again. “Need to clean up after yourself.”
Eddie gulps and nods, “what should I do?”
Steve brings up his fist, covered in Eddie’s release – thick and white and viscous. He knows what he tastes like, a little salty, not entirely unpleasant, and knows that Steve loves it. Steve brings up his fist to his own mouth and gives it one good lick, humming loudly as he swallows. “There’s too much here just for me,” he demures, eyes still closed as he swallows around Eddie’s release. “Your turn.”
Bringing his hand to Eddie’s mouth, Steve watches on as Eddie leans in to finish cleaning him up. He licks the back of his hand, his fingers, his palm, everywhere. It’s filthy and incredible, the taste of himself combined with Steve’s skin. He moans again as he swallows, eyes locked on Steve’s.
“What do you want?” asks Eddie. Steves swipes at the corner of Eddie’s lips with his thumb and brings it to his own mouth.
“Kiss me,” is all Steve says, and how can Eddie not?
Steve tastes incredible, like himself and Eddie’s cum, and while they bite and lick into each other’s mouths, Eddie pulls at the waistband of Steve’s own sweatpants, down down down until his erection is finally freed.
Eddie can’t believe Steve’s lasted this long, but now he’s groaning loudly against his lips as Eddie wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking, hard and fast, with only his spit and Steve’s own leaking precum as a lubricant.
When Steve cums, he has his face buried in Eddie’s neck, and bites into it, surely leaving a bruise that Eddie will be poking lustfully at for the next few days. Eddie strokes him through his orgasm, though Steve is always much less of a drama queen than Eddie, and doesn’t nearly pass out from it. He does cover them both in cum, though, and it’s an even bigger mess now, with their release mixing on Eddie’s chest. Some of it even landed on Steve’s chest hair, grazing a hard pink nipple.
“You’re a wet dream, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, bringing his own fist to his mouth to clean up Steve’s mess. Steve watches him attentively, lovingly tucks a strand of hair behind his ears as Eddie continues to lick and clean up, feeling so so good as Steve lays soft praises upon him.
“You did so good, baby,” Steve says, and Eddie feels his eyes flutter, his heart thrums inside his ribcage.
After, once they’ve cleaned themselves up again and shared a steamy shower, they tuck themselves back into bed, fully nude and completely wrapped around each other, and make plans for a lazy weekend. Eddie’s head rests on Steve’s shoulder and their legs are tangled under the blankets. The night falls and their eyes close, and they whisper “I love yous” before falling asleep.