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[hairsprayed]

Hey man, there are lots of assholes in the world.

Honestly torture, you're turning me into a sex addict at this rate.

[guitarpicks]

true and i'm an asshole in plenty of ways. just not that one.

at least it's mutual?

[hairsprayed]

But you're my asshole.

Forget I ever said that.

[guitarpicks]

that I’m your asshole?
that’s going on my running list of adorable shit you say.

or the sex addict bit?
because also no.

[hairsprayed]

Yeah, your my asshole. I guess it's accurate since you own it, too.

No, not that part. I did kinda think you were more experienced with all of that though.

[guitarpicks]

yeah, i do :)

the torture? i’m gonna keep pressing here.
i wasn’t having this much sex, this consistently before you.

[hairsprayed]

I meant forget that I called you my asshole, it just sounded wrong.

Oh... I mean that makes sense if you weren't dating anyone.

[guitarpicks]

wow that got even cuter because you could have deleted that.

yeah.
and the hookups were more occasional.
not a lot of queer guys in hawkins or the tri-city area.

[hairsprayed]

I didn't think about it until it was too late!

Makes sense, and I know I shouldn't think about it but also now I'm curious.

[guitarpicks]

not helping me not consider it really adorable.

curious about what? who makes up the slim pickings? if i've hooked up with anyone you know?

[hairsprayed]

As long as you're not being sarcastic, I guess I don't mind.

Uh well not to out anyone, but yeah that last one.

[guitarpicks]

i’m not. [ though everything he says does sound a bit sarcastic and it was hard not to add ‘shocking, i know’ to the end of that.]

okay. this might be weird to know but at least two guys you played basketball with. one was definitely just curious but the other pretty much harassed me into getting his mouth on my dick for cheaper coke.

jocks are weird. but, uh, probably no one else you know.

[hairsprayed]

Jesus christ, what? He doesn't bother you anymore, right?

[guitarpicks]

nope, he doesn’t. i didn’t give it to him cheap because i do have some self respect but some guys aren’t comfortable with that part of themselves, you know? and i can’t complain because it wasn’t a one time thing and he was good at it, but the guy couldn’t just ask if he wanted to mess around, don’t think he knew how to not throw some weird posturing machismo at everything.

doesn’t matter now.

[hairsprayed]

... Hargrove?

[guitarpicks]

… fuck.

yeah, i made that too obvious.

sorry. that’s probably really weird to know given… pretty much everything.

[hairsprayed]

Hey, don't be sorry for anything. He was fucked up and I got closeted vibes from him so it helped me guess.

I'm glad you didn't let him take advantage of you.

[guitarpicks]

yeah, well, he was kinda hard to miss if you knew what to look for.

i can stand up for myself, man. and not to like downplay how much an asshole hargrove was, i don’t think he would have actually undercut me either. it wasn’t about the coke.

but yeah.

[hairsprayed]

I know you can, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't want to protect you from shit too.

[guitarpicks]

you really are Prince Charming, aren’t you?

[hairsprayed]

I try to be when I can.

[guitarpicks]

a real knight in shining armour.

anyway.
that did cool me down.

[hairsprayed]

Anything for my dungeon master.

I should be disappointed, but it'll make it easier to wait now.

text > action

[guitarpicks]

what a good boy.

[ it is actually torture to wait for the following day. they keep texting, sure, and eventually eddie has to put a foot down and guide the conversation from anything that has sparks of desire and anticipation running down his spine. he's the more experienced of the two of them, with men and with kink, sure but there's plenty eddie hasn't done with anyone. either because it was too intimate or because it took time he never really had to explore with a partner. dating steve has that perk, amongst others eddie can't list in a day.

prepping for a game night is one eddie's favorite things, honestly. it's rare that he's not looking forward to it but today he's more looking forward to steve coming over, to making out a little and then getting steve's mouth on him in what will be the biggest test of eddie's ability to remain still and mentally present. if the party outsmarts him at the next session, he's not sure he could be blamed (he does plan to double check everything tomorrow, actually, but that's beside the point.)

it's actually a pretty hot outside when the afternoon hits and steve's supposed to be coming over. eddie's kept the windows closed and fan on to keep his room safe, but the trailer isn't known for being cool in the summer or warm in the winter. he'd planned on staying dressed in the shorts and t-shirt he's wearing while he got steve naked, but he's second guessing that now. which, really, is just eddie not channeling his ancipatoon into anything once he's set up on his bed. he'd smoked earlier, just to take off the edge, and he's tempted to light up another when he hears the beamer pull up. then it's a moot point.

he hops off the bed, jogs to the door and slips outside into the heat. he leans against the door frame, watches steve get out of the car and tilts his head and arms crossed over his chest. ] What's a big jock like you doing all the way out here, huh? Little lost? [ because eddie says shit like that all the time, even as he's grinning and itching to pull steve close, to get him inside and get his mouth on his. ]

[hairsprayed]

[ Steve swears that he's not trying to ruin things by sending suggestive messages, it's just something natural for them. He listens and behaves when Eddie puts a stop to it, of course, and marinates in the desire all by himself. It's not like he can't just jack off on his own—that's not a boundary that Eddie has put in place, nor one that Steve is certain he could accept—but it's definitely not the same as having his dom's hands on him nor the kind of mindset he sometimes slips into when they're together. Eddie has this way of riling him up and then testing his patience that makes Steve so eager to listen just for the reward of more attention. It's one reason he wants to try this, to see who's focus will break first. So Steve works his shift and swims laps and tries not to melt from the heat that's hit Hawkins that has to compete with the heat that sits low in his belly for so many tortuous hours.

When the time finally comes to head out to Eddie's, Steve's dressed pretty plainly because he knows he'll be getting out of his clothes anyways; a thin shirt that clings to the sweat that drips down his spine and denim shorts cut at mid-thigh. The air conditioning in the BMW is a godsend, and he sits in it a moment after cutting the engine in front of Eddie's trailer to try and calm himself. There's not much point in that, though, because he hears a bang of the door and looks up to see Eddie watching him with a smirk.

Opening the door and grunting when the heat hits him like a physical presence, Steve gets out and locks the car behind him. He nearly leans on it as a mirror of Eddie's nonchalance, but it's been in the summer sun and his ass will fry if he tries it. ]

Sometimes getting lost can be fun. Might take you somewhere unexpected. [ Glancing around as he walks up and into Eddie's space, he grins and nods towards the door. ] So, gonna invite me in for some fun?