[ This is weird, right? Eddie feels uncomfortable, in a way that has very little to do with Steve or how badly he wants to kiss him. Because-- well, Steve was definitely his type, but he wouldn't have expected the opposite to be true. And while Eddie has done a lot of reckless things in his life, this has a special place in the ranks. It would have been one thing to laugh off a rejection through text, but what if Steve rejects him now. ]
Oh-- [ He's pulled from that train of thought by the sound of Steve's voice, peering up at him in the darkness. Maybe it's just better to stop thinking about it. What good has thinking ever done him before? ]
Can I come up?
[ It feels like it would be more... comfortable, to be in Steve's room, though the very thought makes his skin prickle. ]
You want me to climb up or do I have the honor of using the front door?
[ It wouldn't be the first time he's snuck in through a bedroom window, at least. ]
[ Eddie coming in makes a lot more sense than Steve going out, not only because of privacy reasons but also.. well, Eddie's van could probably use a clean-out. So he nods and disappears back through the window so he can stumble through his house and towards the front. A few moments later, he's opening up the door and leaning against it a little awkwardly, going for casual but probably too tense to really pull off the look. ]
No reason to sneak in, I've got the house to myself this weekend.
[ It says something about him that he hasn't decided to throw a party in his empty house, and he's grateful for it now; a little alone time with one person he likes is way better than babysitting a bunch of assholes he just tolerates.
Straightening up and pushing the door open a little wider, he steps back to let Eddie follow him inside. ] So, uh, welcome in. Do you want a drink or something? [ He should probably have some manners rather than jumping straight into "so you wanna make out" right?
[ The few moments it takes for Steve to come downstairs give Eddie more time to worry, opting to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. When the door opens he shoves his hands into his pockets, trying for the same relaxed affectation as Steve and failing in equal measure. ]
Yeah, uh, I'll take a beer if you have it.
[ He follows after Steve, trying not to make the way he marvels at the inside of the house too obvious. He's been to a few of Steve's parties, strictly for business purposes, but has never seen the inside. It's amazing to see how different someone else lives. ]
Wanna show me your room? [ There's a nervous, but genuine smile on his face as he asks. ] I don't need a full tour.
[ Upclose like this, Eddie looks a little more obviously nervous than he had from the window, and Steve feels bad for being reassured by it. He knows that Eddie is trusting him a lot more than the other way around, that the former king of Hawkins High—Steve rolls his eyes at the thought—is more likely to pull some kind of shitty move after finding out someone is gay. But knowing Robin and having her as a best friend has been great for Steve's understanding of many things, ranging from women to gay people to himself. So yeah, they're both nervous, but they've also been through traumatic shit together and that builds trust. ]
Yeah, sure. [ Closing the door behind Eddie once he's stepped inside the house, Steve leads the way to the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. It's nothing fancy and hardly enough to get either of them drunk, but maybe it'll be enough to help them relax.
He hands a beer to Eddie, cracks open his own, and then nods. ] Full tour's boring anyways, it's not like we've got anything crazy cool to show off. [ Luckily he bites his tongue before adding something stupid like "it's a normal house like everyone else's" which would feel shitty to say to someone living in a trailer. Taking a swing of beer, he swallows it down thickly and then turns to lead the way to his room. ]
[ Eddie takes the beer, happier to have something to hold onto than he is to have something to drink. In between sips his fingers worry at the label, slowly peeling it away. Even with the direct path they take to Steve's room, Eddie can't help but be somewhat in awe of the house, how spacious it is, how different it is from his own trailer. It reminds him that they've lived two very different lives.
Still, once they've reached Steve's room he's feeling at least a little more relaxed, slightly less out of place. It's just a house, he reminds himself, and Steve is just a person. A person that he wants to kiss very badly, but a person all the same. Once inside, Eddie can't help but take a slow lap around the room, touching things without asking permission, turning them over in his hands. It's like he's in some sort of museum of what a normal life is supposed to be like. ]
Cool place.
[ Eddie's got some lop sided grin on his face as he says it, finally looking back to Steve. He leaves the mostly empty beer can abandoned on the dresser before crossing back to him. While he feels more settled, less awkward, he still can't quite bring himself to kiss Steve, he's feeling a little emboldened. Eddie raises his hands, lets his fingers splay out over Steve's chest. They trace lines up and outwards, over his shoulder, Eddie subtly shifting closer all the while. ]
Sorry. [ He laughs a little, nervous but enjoying things, hoping Steve is feeling the same. ] You're pretty hot, Harrington.
[ It's not as if Steve's never had people in his room, but there's also something very different about having Eddie here. This is the first guy he's had over as anything more than just a friend; even if they're still friends, they're about to be the kind that kiss and that's a whole different dynamic. Steve's never been shy about sex—it's basically the only part of a relationship that he's good at—but he can't help feeling nervous about it this time. At least Eddie isn't frozen solid, easily wandering around the room with some kind of mild fascination for the things that seem so normal to Steve—the alarm clock, a baseball on top of the dresser, the hideous wallpaper that could slowly drive Steve insane if he stared at it for too long. ]
What, really? [ He can't help the surprise because, to him, his room is boring and feels sort of empty. There's a lot less personality than Eddie's room, even if it was a mess in there.
The touch is telegraphed by Eddie lifting his hand, but it's still a surprise to feel the weight of it on his chest. It's a simple touch and yet already feels so different from being with a girl who would have smaller hands, a lighter touch, probably less initiative depending on who it was. Steve's gotten so used to making the first move that he's stunned for a moment that Eddie had beaten him to it. ]
Don't be sorry. [ Steve's still holding his can, heavy with all the beer he didn't drink because he's been focused on everything else. Keeping his eyes on Eddie, he reaches out to set the beer down and then brings his hand back to rest on the side of Eddie's neck, fingers cool and a little damp from the condensation. They're so close in height so he barely has to tilt his head to look Eddie in the eyes, big and smiling and always shining with mischief. ] You're not so bad yourself, Munson.
[ He thinks the time for this to have been some sort of weird joke has passed. That doesn't stop his heart from fluttering, a bundle of nerves, waiting for the punchline. Even as Steve returns the compliment, feels the cool press of fingertips against his neck, Eddie feels his stomach twist. But they have gotten this far, and there's only one way left to figure out just how real all of this.
Eddie's gaze flicks from meeting Steve's eyes to his lips, and it's the only warning given before their mouths are pressed together. The kiss is cautious, at first, but it sends something shooting through him that has Eddie wasting little time in deepening it. His own lips are warm, slightly chapped, the taste of beer and cigarettes lingering there. One hand finds its way to the side of Steve's face, a calloused thumb brushing a slow line against his cheek.
When he finally pulls back, Eddie finds himself breathless, a dazed smile plastered across his face. ]
That was, uh... [ He fumbles for words, a rare occurrence. All he can seem to do is laugh, warm and delighted. ] Fuck yeah.
[ Eddie kisses him, and for a second Steve freezes. Already he can feel the difference between Eddie's lips and any girl he's ever kissed, not as soft or sweet but warm and plush all the same. Part of him had wondered (hoped? dreaded?) if he would be able to tell the difference and get immediately turned off. He doesn't hate it, though, not by a long-shot; he's stunned by how right it feels. Kissing Eddie is very obviously kissing a guy, and Steve's into it. There's also the hand on his neck, a heavy weight but not unpleasantly so, like it's weighing him down when he might float away. There's also the obvious fact that Eddie had just gone for it, initiated the kiss and the touches and didn't coyly wait for Steve to make the first move. ]
Yeah. [ Licking his lips and coming back with the taste of beer as well as something more that he's instantly curious to taste more of, Steve smiles back at him. Also at a loss for words, partially because he's still doing arduous mental math about himself, Steve decides to save all of that for later and just leans back in for another kiss. His hand grips the back of Eddie's neck a little more firmly, fingers splaying out into his hair and then dragging against his nape as they come back together. This time, Steve parts his lips and closes them around Eddie's bottom lip to give it a gentle tug. ]
[ Kissing Steve is different from anything he's experienced before. Different in the broad sense that kissing any person will always be slightly different from the last, but also different in a very specific way-- one that eludes a name, for now. It's difficult to think clearly when Steve is the one kissing him now, lips parted, inviting more.
And Eddie is happy to give more, practically feels compelled to do so. His own lips part in return, the hand that is not already resting on his face dropping to curl around Steve's waist. There's a carefulness to the way Eddie proceeds, but the previous hesitance is gone. He's gotten a taste and found himself hungry for more. When he pulls back this time it's only enough so that he can speak, and even then remains close enough that their lips still brush together. ]
Hope you didn't have any plans tonight. [ He licks his lips, swallowing hard, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside him. ] 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop doing this.
[ The way that Eddie holds him, grabs at him, is all pretty new. Steve is used to women who tend to take a more passive roll in all this—no, he's not being a sexist jerk, he's just speaking from experience. Most of the time he's had to initiate and keep things going: holding a waist or pushing backward or giving the pleasure. He likes all of that well enough, obviously, but... Well, Nancy had always been so in charge in lots of fun ways, and maybe that should have told Steve that he'd like someone being more of an active partner. Active like Eddie, a man kissing Steve and moving close to him and not waiting for prompting of any kind.
He can feel Eddie's words against his mouth as much as he can hear him, feels that dart of tongue flit across his own lips, and groans. ] Yeah, no, I'm too into this.
[ Leaning in for another kiss, this time open-mouthed from the start as he tries to chase after Eddie's tongue. ]
[ At this point, he really shouldn't need any further confirmation that Steve is into this. That doesn't stop Eddie from being just a little thrilled to hear him say so. It's almost as thrilling as having Steve come at him again, open mouthed and practically demanding more. Eddie is happy to give it to him, his own lips parting so he can work on getting a proper taste of the other man. Quiet sounds of contentment slip from him, lost against Steve's lips.
This time Eddie doesn't bother to break apart to express what he wants next. Instead his hands find their way to the waistband of Steve's jeans, hooking into his belt loops as Eddie tugs the two of them backwards, towards the bed. As much as he'd be content to stand and kiss Steve all night, he thinks they could be considerably more comfortable. Eddie hits the bed first, attempting to sit and pull Steve down with him without breaking their lips apart. The maneuver is inevitably a little awkward, but he doesn't find himself caring. ]
This... [ When he at last pulls back he's flushed and breathless, fingers skirting along the hem of Steve's shirt, hinting at their intention. ] This good?
[ The hesitation, the nerves, have since abated, but he still wants to make sure he hasn't lost Steve along the way. ]
[ Steve's stomach flips pleasantly when Eddie's hands drop to his waist, a mixture of anticipation and nerves that he hasn't felt this strongly in a long time. The warmth of it makes it easy to follow Eddie as they go deeper into Steve's room with an obvious target, the thought of which makes him echo some of the sounds from Eddie he's been swallowing down. Even as they kiss, he can feel the change in how his belt loops are being pulled, down rather than forward, and he bends over to chase Eddie's mouth for more.
When he stops, it takes a moment for Steve's brain to catch up, but the brush of fingers makes the trajectory of their evening feel very clear. Smiling down at Eddie, Steve comes closer with first one knee next to his hip and then the other, not quite sitting on his lap yet but threatening to do so. ] Yeah, very. You?
[ It isn't enough, to have Steve hovering over him like this. It's enough to pull a needy sort of whine from him. In other circumstances, he might feel embarrassed, like he needs to apologize, but not now. For as close as they are, Eddie only finds himself wanting more, nearly desperate for it. Steve is just so-- he can't put words to the end of that sentence. But whatever that is, Eddie needs to have it close to him. His hands slide from Steve's belt loops to his back, scrabbling in the fabric of his shirt. ]
Yep. So good.
[ It feels like the understatement of the century, like he never anticipated he could need another person so much. He pulls Steve back to him, bringing their lips in a hungry crash against each other. He's not sure if he's ever wanted something so badly. Eddie breaks apart with a gasp, his gaze heavy lidded. ]
I need you. [ It doesn't feel embarrassing to admit it, now. ] So bad.
[ Eddie is the kind of talkative that should have prepared Steve for him to be noisy, too, but the whine hits him right in the gut. He appreciates the answer even if it's obvious in the way that Eddie grabs at him, pulling him closer and threatening to bring him the rest of the way down into his lap. So he goes down, sitting firmly on Eddie to close the remaining distance between them as they come together again in a fierce kiss. Steve's just getting into it when Eddie pulls away again, leaving Steve to chase after his lips before he pauses to listen. ]
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Oh-- [ He's pulled from that train of thought by the sound of Steve's voice, peering up at him in the darkness. Maybe it's just better to stop thinking about it. What good has thinking ever done him before? ]
Can I come up?
[ It feels like it would be more... comfortable, to be in Steve's room, though the very thought makes his skin prickle. ]
You want me to climb up or do I have the honor of using the front door?
[ It wouldn't be the first time he's snuck in through a bedroom window, at least. ]
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No reason to sneak in, I've got the house to myself this weekend.
[ It says something about him that he hasn't decided to throw a party in his empty house, and he's grateful for it now; a little alone time with one person he likes is way better than babysitting a bunch of assholes he just tolerates.
Straightening up and pushing the door open a little wider, he steps back to let Eddie follow him inside. ] So, uh, welcome in. Do you want a drink or something? [ He should probably have some manners rather than jumping straight into "so you wanna make out" right?
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Yeah, uh, I'll take a beer if you have it.
[ He follows after Steve, trying not to make the way he marvels at the inside of the house too obvious. He's been to a few of Steve's parties, strictly for business purposes, but has never seen the inside. It's amazing to see how different someone else lives. ]
Wanna show me your room? [ There's a nervous, but genuine smile on his face as he asks. ] I don't need a full tour.
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Yeah, sure. [ Closing the door behind Eddie once he's stepped inside the house, Steve leads the way to the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. It's nothing fancy and hardly enough to get either of them drunk, but maybe it'll be enough to help them relax.
He hands a beer to Eddie, cracks open his own, and then nods. ] Full tour's boring anyways, it's not like we've got anything crazy cool to show off. [ Luckily he bites his tongue before adding something stupid like "it's a normal house like everyone else's" which would feel shitty to say to someone living in a trailer. Taking a swing of beer, he swallows it down thickly and then turns to lead the way to his room. ]
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[ Eddie takes the beer, happier to have something to hold onto than he is to have something to drink. In between sips his fingers worry at the label, slowly peeling it away. Even with the direct path they take to Steve's room, Eddie can't help but be somewhat in awe of the house, how spacious it is, how different it is from his own trailer. It reminds him that they've lived two very different lives.
Still, once they've reached Steve's room he's feeling at least a little more relaxed, slightly less out of place. It's just a house, he reminds himself, and Steve is just a person. A person that he wants to kiss very badly, but a person all the same. Once inside, Eddie can't help but take a slow lap around the room, touching things without asking permission, turning them over in his hands. It's like he's in some sort of museum of what a normal life is supposed to be like. ]
Cool place.
[ Eddie's got some lop sided grin on his face as he says it, finally looking back to Steve. He leaves the mostly empty beer can abandoned on the dresser before crossing back to him. While he feels more settled, less awkward, he still can't quite bring himself to kiss Steve, he's feeling a little emboldened. Eddie raises his hands, lets his fingers splay out over Steve's chest. They trace lines up and outwards, over his shoulder, Eddie subtly shifting closer all the while. ]
Sorry. [ He laughs a little, nervous but enjoying things, hoping Steve is feeling the same. ] You're pretty hot, Harrington.
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What, really? [ He can't help the surprise because, to him, his room is boring and feels sort of empty. There's a lot less personality than Eddie's room, even if it was a mess in there.
The touch is telegraphed by Eddie lifting his hand, but it's still a surprise to feel the weight of it on his chest. It's a simple touch and yet already feels so different from being with a girl who would have smaller hands, a lighter touch, probably less initiative depending on who it was. Steve's gotten so used to making the first move that he's stunned for a moment that Eddie had beaten him to it. ]
Don't be sorry. [ Steve's still holding his can, heavy with all the beer he didn't drink because he's been focused on everything else. Keeping his eyes on Eddie, he reaches out to set the beer down and then brings his hand back to rest on the side of Eddie's neck, fingers cool and a little damp from the condensation. They're so close in height so he barely has to tilt his head to look Eddie in the eyes, big and smiling and always shining with mischief. ] You're not so bad yourself, Munson.
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Eddie's gaze flicks from meeting Steve's eyes to his lips, and it's the only warning given before their mouths are pressed together. The kiss is cautious, at first, but it sends something shooting through him that has Eddie wasting little time in deepening it. His own lips are warm, slightly chapped, the taste of beer and cigarettes lingering there. One hand finds its way to the side of Steve's face, a calloused thumb brushing a slow line against his cheek.
When he finally pulls back, Eddie finds himself breathless, a dazed smile plastered across his face. ]
That was, uh... [ He fumbles for words, a rare occurrence. All he can seem to do is laugh, warm and delighted. ] Fuck yeah.
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Yeah. [ Licking his lips and coming back with the taste of beer as well as something more that he's instantly curious to taste more of, Steve smiles back at him. Also at a loss for words, partially because he's still doing arduous mental math about himself, Steve decides to save all of that for later and just leans back in for another kiss. His hand grips the back of Eddie's neck a little more firmly, fingers splaying out into his hair and then dragging against his nape as they come back together. This time, Steve parts his lips and closes them around Eddie's bottom lip to give it a gentle tug. ]
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And Eddie is happy to give more, practically feels compelled to do so. His own lips part in return, the hand that is not already resting on his face dropping to curl around Steve's waist. There's a carefulness to the way Eddie proceeds, but the previous hesitance is gone. He's gotten a taste and found himself hungry for more. When he pulls back this time it's only enough so that he can speak, and even then remains close enough that their lips still brush together. ]
Hope you didn't have any plans tonight. [ He licks his lips, swallowing hard, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside him. ] 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop doing this.
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He can feel Eddie's words against his mouth as much as he can hear him, feels that dart of tongue flit across his own lips, and groans. ] Yeah, no, I'm too into this.
[ Leaning in for another kiss, this time open-mouthed from the start as he tries to chase after Eddie's tongue. ]
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This time Eddie doesn't bother to break apart to express what he wants next. Instead his hands find their way to the waistband of Steve's jeans, hooking into his belt loops as Eddie tugs the two of them backwards, towards the bed. As much as he'd be content to stand and kiss Steve all night, he thinks they could be considerably more comfortable. Eddie hits the bed first, attempting to sit and pull Steve down with him without breaking their lips apart. The maneuver is inevitably a little awkward, but he doesn't find himself caring. ]
This... [ When he at last pulls back he's flushed and breathless, fingers skirting along the hem of Steve's shirt, hinting at their intention. ] This good?
[ The hesitation, the nerves, have since abated, but he still wants to make sure he hasn't lost Steve along the way. ]
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When he stops, it takes a moment for Steve's brain to catch up, but the brush of fingers makes the trajectory of their evening feel very clear. Smiling down at Eddie, Steve comes closer with first one knee next to his hip and then the other, not quite sitting on his lap yet but threatening to do so. ] Yeah, very. You?
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Yep. So good.
[ It feels like the understatement of the century, like he never anticipated he could need another person so much. He pulls Steve back to him, bringing their lips in a hungry crash against each other. He's not sure if he's ever wanted something so badly. Eddie breaks apart with a gasp, his gaze heavy lidded. ]
I need you. [ It doesn't feel embarrassing to admit it, now. ] So bad.
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Yeah? How do you want me?