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Eddie Munson thrived off of the fact that people thought he was a freak.
He especially loved it when Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins High and absolute asshole, called him a freak because Eddie knew he meant it.
He knew a lot about Steve Harrington, more than most people assumed, and you’d be stupid if you thought he wouldn’t use it to his advantage.
Steve Harrington did think Eddie was a freak, more so than almost anyone else, and Eddie fucking loved it. He loved that Steve pushed him around, called him names and was so clearly grossed out by him, but what Eddie loved even more than that was the fact that he knew Steve was trying so hard to ignore what Eddie made him feel.
Eddie could tell. He didn’t know how or why but he could feel Steve’s eyes on him in the lunchroom, in class, in the halls. He could sense all of the anger the younger man was feeling, he knew it was because of him and it made him laugh .
Steve, unfortunately, also knew just how to touch his nerves, how to make his eye twitch and his fists ball up.
“What are you gonna do, Munson? Go home crying to your mother- oh wait…”
Fortunately for the shorter man, he knew just which nerves to push back.
“At least my parents gave me up when they knew they didn’t want me. Yours just left you at home with piles of money hoping that you didn’t end up killing yourself-”
Eddie got punched for that one, and yeah, maybe he deserved it, but Steve needed to learn that he shouldn’t hand out what he couldn’t take.
It happened regularly. Steve would say something cruel, completely unprovoked, and Eddie would respond with something equally cruel, get punched, and then they’d move on. That’s it. That’s how it’d been and that’s how it’d stay.
Until it didn’t.
Eddie didn’t know what the fuck Steve’s problem was that day, but he had been sufficiently more of a cunt than usual and it had made him so fucking mad.
“God, Munson, you know when most people get holes in their clothes, they toss them? I get you’re poor but surely you can afford a shirt with the money you make from selling drugs to teenagers? Really following in daddy’s footsteps, huh?”
And that .
That fucking pissed Eddie off. Nobody around here knew exactly what his father had been like. They knew of the Munson family, because of course they did, because everyone fucking knew about the Munsons, but Eddie had never told anyone the truth as to why he lived with his uncle and he was almost positive he never would. So Steve comparing him to his father? God, it made him furious.
“Bold words for someone who bought drugs from me, Harrington. I can get you more oxys if you need them. Not numb enough to forget that daddy hates you and mommy hates herself?”
“They don’t hate me.”
“Your mom was well on her way to being a successful actress and your dad could’ve done a hell of a lot better than a lawyer before you. Of course they hate you, you ruined their lives-”
Steve launched himself forward, shoving Eddie against the wall with his forearm pressed to his throat and the shorter man just laughed, loud and strained as he watched Steve’s eyebrows draw together and listened to the hiss that escaped his lips. People were surrounding them now, Steve’s friends, Eddie's bandmates and whatever students remained loitering around after the bell, and the older man was loving it.
“Don't fucking talk about them like that,” Steve practically growled. Eddie had never seen him this angry and he was revelling in it.
“Like what, Stevie? You don't want people to know that king Steve pops pills to forget about his shitty home life?”
“You don't get to talk about me like that.” They were quietly spitting harsh words of venom at each other as the small crowd around them chatted amongst themselves, far too loud to catch their conversations.
“Compare me to my fucking sperm doner useless sack of shit of a father again and I’ll be doing much worse than talking about your nasty habits, Harrington,” Eddie threatened. He knew he had terrible self-preservation skills, knew that he regularly put himself into situations such as this, Steve’s forearm still pressed firmly to his neck as Eddie's hands gripped the front of his shirt and struggled for purchase, but god, seeing the way Steve stuttered, paused and grew angrier with every word made the danger so worthwhile, “You're pathetic.”
They stared at each other for a moment, Steve still breathing heavily as Eddie let a grin spread across his lips and a chuckle escaped him.
And for a moment, nothing changed, neither of them spoke, neither of them moved.
But then Steve slipped up, let his big straight rich boy persona crack just enough for Eddie to be able to spy through the gap because his eyes dropped down to Munson’s lips and oh.
He was fucking right.
And the best part, the very best part out of it all, was that Steve knew that Eddie knew.
Eddie watched as his eyes immediately flew back up to meet his own, watched as they widened, saw the panic flash through them and felt the pressure on his windpipe start to weaken, but Eddie wouldn't be having that.
He just tugged Steve closer by his shirt and brought their faces closer as Eddie's grin only grew tenfold.
“Oh, well if this isn't just the biggest surprise.”
Eddie kept his voice as quiet as possible and let himself breathe out an almost silent laugh.
“King Steve fucks boys.”
And the pressure on his throat tripled.
“Shut the fuck up, freak,” The words were harsh and Eddie could see the tears forming in his eyes as Harrington desperately tried to will them away.
Eddie wheezed out a laugh, his head going slightly dizzy at the pressure as Steve only pressed harder.
“You call me everything you can get your hands on in public,” Eddie choked out, his face growing redder by the second as the very few onlookers still around either scurried away out of fear or continued watching in concern, “Greasy, vomit-inducing, gross, pathetic, a ‘devil worshipper’,” He continued, his grin unwavering as his eyes grew bloodshot and he gasped out for breath, “But we both know that tonight you’re gonna go home to your nice big bed in your even nicer and bigger house, you’ll play your music loud enough to make sure mommy and daddy can’t hear you and you’ll cum with your hand shoved down your pants and your lips begging around my name .”
Steve’s arm dropped, his bottom lip being pulled into his mouth and bitten down on to hide the slight quiver of it as Eddie Munson folded in half and heaved for breath, his eyes falling shut as he crumbled backwards against the lockers behind him, only looking up once he was sure he wasn't going to pass out as soon as he tried to meet Steve’s eyes.
“If you ever get bored of it, all alone, you know exactly where to find me,” He croaked, his smile still wide despite the already prevalent bruise appearing on his neck and his shredded voice, “We both know you’re gonna come running anyway, so I thought id give you a formal invite.”
Steve was aware that it was just them alone in the hall together, everyone else having left as soon as Eddie was dropped to the floor, but he couldn't help but freeze for a moment in fear at the offer.
As soon as he regained control of his body he scoffed, staring down at Eddie's crumpled form, still wheezing for breath as he smirked up at him, muttering a quiet “Fuck off, freak,” and spitting down at him, walking away with wet eyes as he desperately tried to ignore the cackling he could hear coming from the older man all the way down the hall.
There was no way Steve was going to stoop that low.
***
Okay, maybe Steve was gonna stoop that low.
He hated himself for even entertaining the idea, hated that he was stupid enough and horny enough and angry enough to show up at Eddie Munson's trailer at 2 am for hate sex in his pyjamas.
And yet…
He didn't even bother knocking, Wayne’s car wasn't parked out front, leaving Eddie's shitty van all alone in front of the trailer, so he just slammed open the door and barged in.
“Eddie fucking Munson,” he muttered as his voice was swallowed up by the small home, clearly exhausted and still angry enough for it to be noticeable in his tone, “Fuck you and your stupidly long hair and your stupidly brown eyes and your stupidly big hands, fuck .”
The last part was said far too quiet as he made his way through the older man’s room in the trailer. Eddie was right about the oxy, as much as Steve wishes he wasn’t, so he knew this place well enough to get to the other man’s room without interruption.
As soon as he did, he almost wanted to turn on his heel and run because Eddie Munson was dressed in only an oversized pair of grey tartan pyjama bottoms, his hair tied back in a ponytail as he held a plectrum between his teeth and scrawled down onto the notebook next to him.
Steve was out of breath at just the sight of him, staying silent as Eddie seemed to be completely unaware of his presence.
“Fuck you, Eddie Munson,” Steve whispered from his place in the doorway, the older man’s head shooting up in surprise. He pulled the plectrum out from between his teeth and let a smirk appear on his lips in its place as he dropped his pencil and leaned back against his wall from the spot on his bed, guitar still resting in his lap.
“I thought it’d take you at least a few days to cave,” Eddie mumbled as he looked Steve up and down, reaching over to place his guitar back up on his wall, “But this is a new record.”
“I hate you,” He spat as he began shoving his jacket off, toeing off his shoes simultaneously, “I fucking hate you. Fuck you, god you're so…”
Eddie just laughed at Steve’s frustrated outburst, watching him strip as he pulled his hair tie out until Steve was just in his pyjama bottoms too, matching Eddie almost perfectly other than the colour.
“You really know how to charm a guy, Harrington,” Eddie teased, his smile wide as he stayed sat back on his bed, dropping his notepad down onto the floor, pencil in tow, as he continued staring up at Steve, “Beat the shit out of me for most of high school to the point where we hate each other and then get mad and show up for hate sex? God, I feel so special.”
Steve stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes falling shut as he composed himself, “Eddie I don't… I’m not supposed to be doing this.”
“What, hanging out with a freak at 2:47 am on a Thursday night in his shitty trailer? Yeah, I should think not.”
“No that’s not…” He stopped himself, sighed out quietly and opened his eyes before continuing, “you're a boy.”
“Steve Harrington having trouble accepting the fact that he’s into men?! No?! Who could've guessed?!” and Eddie was piling on so much sarcasm that it was like a palpable thing in the air, something physical, “I’ll help you out here, Stevie.”
“What?”
“Do you want me?”
“W…What?” Steve choked, his eyes dropping down to the almost purple mark on the older man’s throat before moving back up to his eyes.
“Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to tie me up and make me cry?”
“No,” His response was instantaneous and it was the truth. He didn't want to do those things to Eddie.
Eddie’s eyes searched his face for a moment before the grin was back.
“No, of course you don't,” He muttered, essentially thinking out loud as he found himself slowly moving forwards until he was face to face with Steve, his fingers wrapping around the younger man’s jaw and angling his face so that they were looking each other in the eyes, “You could live with that. Could cope with the idea that you wanted to fuck a boy because ‘It’s just like fucking a girl’ ,” Eddie was getting closer and closer to saying what they both knew and it was making Steve’s bottom lip start to wobble as he tried to choke back a sob, “You don't wanna fuck boys, do you, Stevie?”
Steve shook his head as he finally let out the quiet sob that had been clawing at the inside of his throat since he walked through the door, tears falling as Eddie pulled the other man’s bottom lip out from between his teeth with the thumb of the hand still gripping his jaw.
“Use your words, Steve,” Eddie prompted softly, “You don't wanna fuck boys.”
It wasn't phrased like a question this time, but Steve answered anyway.
“No,” He whispered and the pure brokenness in his tone made Eddie's heart crack.
“Why is that?”
“I want…” He stopped to sniffle and squeeze his eyes closed as he let the words escape, “I want them to fuck me.”
“Good boy, Steve,” Eddie whispered as he pulled Steve against his chest, pressed their foreheads together and waited for his breathing to even out, “There you go. Look at that.”
Eddie moved them over to his bed, laying Steve down softly as he pressed kisses to his stomach.
“I still hate you, Munson,” Steve choked, his breath hitching as Eddie bit down over his hipbone, “I fucking hate you.”
“Good,” was Eddie's immediate response, biting down even harder at a chunk of Steve’s belly and pulling up this time to grin with the faint trace of red covering his teeth, “It’ll make the sex better.”
Steve let out a quiet laugh at that as his hands moved down to knot into Eddie's hair, only to be gripped at the wrist and laughed at.
“If you think you're in any way, shape or form in charge here you are so wrong it's hilarious,” Eddie laughed, his voice pitching up as he moved to pin them above Steve’s head, “Keep them there.”
“Cuff me.”
It was almost a whisper, his voice still rough from both crying and how clearly turned on he was, but Eddie heard it so perfectly that he had to bite his lip as he stared down at the taller man from where he’d moved to be practically straddling his waist.
“You… you want me to…”
“I’m not gonna keep them where you want me to, I’ll get too excited and I’ll move and… just cuff me, Eddie,” He managed to choke out after Eddie's voice trailed off, “Please don't make me ask again I just-”
“Okay! Okay, yeah we can do that,” the older man muttered as he shot up from the bed, letting his eyes stay locked on Steve while walking backward to the cuffs on the wall as he stumbled over a stray shoe in the middle of the floor.
Steve doesn't say a word until Eddie is back on top of him, and when he is, the first thing he says is “fucking hurry up.”
Eddie laughs as he pulls the younger man’s wrists up to be cuffed around the headboard, “God, for once in your life just calm down, yeah?” Eddie grunted, finishing tightening the cuffs around Steve's wrists and asking if they were an okay tightness. When Steve responded saying that they were, Eddie just continued, “I get that manners don't come easy to spoilt rich boys, but down here we wait and we do what we’re told. Patience is a virtue, bitch.”
Steve could help but grunt at the name and Eddie couldn't help but notice.
“You like that one? You want me to call you a fucking bitch?”
“Shut up.”
The older man shot forward and lightly rested a hand around Steve’s throat. No pressure, but the promise of it nonetheless, “You, Steven Harrington, need to learn to watch your mouth. You may get away with it at home or at school but here? With me? I’m in charge and when I wrap my fingers around your throat,” He emphasised his words by squeezing for a second, “You fucking behave .”
“Oh yeah?” Steve breathed back, his voice barely a whisper at how turned on he was, “Fucking make me .”
“God, I fucking hate you,” Eddie hissed, his hand sliding up into Steve’s hair as he pulled it taught and dragged a soft grunt from between the other lips.
“Fuck you, Munson,” he spat, staring him down for a few moments before Eddie surged forward and kissed him so hard that Steve felt his lip split against the older man’s teeth.
He wasn't sure if you could even really call it a kiss, it was more Eddie Munson doing everything in his power to fucking tear him apart. It almost felt like the older man getting back at him for all the fights he’d started but Steve had always finished. To Steve, at that moment, in the small room that stank of weed and axe, it felt like Eddie saying “I’ve got the power here. This is where I thrive. This is where I’ll beat you.”
And the worst part was that he was fucking right .
Eddie would win here, there was no beating him, no throwing punches at him until Steve felt better about his shitty life, just him lying there, letting Eddie the freak Munson tear him apart piece by piece until he was too brainless to even think about hurling insults at the other man, let alone fists.
Eddie kissed him, kissed him hard, and he genuinely didn't think he ever wanted to stop. He was getting fucking devoured by Eddie Munson and he was loving it just as much as he was hating it.
He hated knowing that someone he’d put his life’s work into hating now had this power over him, had him cuffed to the bed with a hand over his half-hard dick and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
He loved it because he knows that he’s been waking up at least once a week drenched in sweat with damp boxers for the last few years after having the most disgustingly vivid sex dreams about exactly what Eddie Munson could do with those fingers, that mouth.
And how he could feel where Eddie was hard in his sweats directly on top of him and he knew that he must have been a fucking saint in his past life to deserve this because he was about to get fucked by Eddie Munson and he was about to love it .
The older man pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as he looked up at Steve from beneath his sweaty bangs, before muttering, “Fucking beg for it.”
“I’m not begging for you,” Steve tried to scoff out, but his voice cracked halfway through and ended in barely a whisper, “Fuck you.”
“Oh, Stevie, I think you fail to understand that I am under absolutely no obligation to touch you right now. I could uncuff you and kick you out right now,” Eddie laughed sadistically, his breath still heaving but his grin so wide that his lip pulled back to show off his teeth. Steve didn’t think it was possible to be attracted to teeth , and yet here he was falling back into his head at the mental image of Eddie’s oddly sharp canines sinking into his stomach, his thighs, his neck- “Steve, baby, I could jack off at the sight of you right now and not touch you properly once,” As he was talking he let his eyes trail down Steve’s abdomen and focus for a moment on his sweat-slicked chest and the harsh bite mark on his stomach before slowly letting his hand slide beneath the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. Steve knew he was touching himself, he could tell by the obvious movement in his bottoms and the way his wrist was twisting slightly, all the while still staring at the younger man, “You’ll beg for it because if you don't, you're getting nothing.”
Steve stayed silent for a moment, his eyes slipping closed as he listened to the sounds of Eddie’s hand running over his cock and the heavy breathing escaping his lips at the pleasure.
“Okay, okay, yeah. Eddie… Eddie, please . I… I need you to touch me. I feel dizzy and it hurts . I need to… feel you… like… inside me,” He was bright red, his eyes still closed as he felt his chest heat up to match his face out of pure embarrassment.
“Steve,” Eddie said, his voice so level and so stern that it made his eyes immediately snap open, feeling a hand wrap around his chin once again and Eddie had his undivided attention, “What do you want? Stop rambling, stop overthinking and just… What do you want?”
“I want… i want you to fuck me.”
“There you go, sweetheart,” Eddie praised, loosening his grip and sliding his hand to cradle Steve’s cheeks, “So good.”
“Oh my god , just… please!” He gasped as Eddie's other hand (which had apparently been pulled from his own cock at some point, not that Steve had noticed), began tugging down the other man’s pyjama bottoms.
Steve had imagined this moment so many times, had let it run through his head so often that he had what he thought it’d be like memorised. Eddie would tug off Steve’s pants, spread his thighs, grab some lube and start opening him up, maybe suck his dick for a few minutes, and then they’d fuck.
But never, not once, had imaginary Eddie finished fishing off his pants, kissed at his upper thighs for a moment, and then slowly pushed his legs up to his chest before leaning his head down out of view and oh fuck-
That hadn't come up, Steve hadn't thought about it for a single second, hadn't even realised that it was a thing he could do, could enjoy , but now Eddie was sliding his tongue up over his hole and Steve felt himself let out the most pathetic moan he’d ever made.
“Yeah?” Eddie asked as he pulled away for a second, laughing as Steve arched back to press down against his tongue, “Someone.s desperate.”
Eddie immediately goes back to messily pressing his tongue against Steve, feeling the way he clenched and relaxed every few seconds, having to literally restrain from grinding down against the mattress as Steve’s thighs started trembling around his head when he slowly pressed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.
“Holy fuck, Eddie,” Steve gasped, reaching down to grip at his hair, only to be met with a harsh clink as the cuffs restrained his movement, “More! Fuck, please give me more. I need more!”
Eddie just laughed, pulling away for a moment, ignoring the whine Steve let out at the loss, and rolled to the side slightly to grab the lube shoved down the side of his bed, “You want my fingers, baby?”
“Jesus, yes,” Steve muttered, his back arching at just the thought as Eddie moved back over to lube his fingers up and press one in slowly, hushing Steve at the light hiss he let out, moving back to press kisses and lather his tongue over the area once again.
It didn't take long for Steve to be able to take a second finger and Eddie had the sneaking suspicion that this was absolutely not the first time he’s had fingers in his ass.
“You ever touched yourself like this?” Eddie asked, pressing kisses to Steve’s thigh as he began sliding a third finger in with the other two, “Pressed your fingers into yourself on an awfully lonely night as you beg to be filled up?”
“You know I have, why are you asking,” Was Steve’s choked-out reply and Eddie just laughed.
“Yeah, but it feels better to hear you say it, baby.”
He kept up the pace, three fingers slowly stretching Steve open until he was literally yelling at Eddie to hurry the fuck up. He thought he was losing his mind and Eddie’s constant laughs were certainly not helping his predicament.
“You ready?”
“I've been ready for the last ten minutes and you fucking know it you prick,” Steve grunted, his eyebrows pulled together as Eddie slid his fingers out of Steve and pressed a soft kiss to his thigh.
The older man knew that he was being cruel, knew that dragging this out, making Steve really feel it was a little bit mean, but god ., the whimpers he got in return made it more than worth it.
“You clean? I mean, I can go get a rubber from my van, but I feel like you might punch me in the face,” Eddie laughed, watching as a smile curved up slightly at Eddie's lips, “I get tested every time I fuck someone new because of the whole… y’know.”
Yeah, Steve knew. Everyone did.
“Yeah, I'm clean. I got tested after my last girlfriend and that was… a while ago,” Steve muttered, his face flushing as Eddie smiled at him, “You can fuck me raw.”
“Something tells me that you want this far more than you’re letting on, pretty boy,” The brunette laughed down at Steve, popping back open the lube as he slicked up his cock and the other man squirmed and adjusted his position slightly to get more comfortable, “I think you want me to fuck you raw for more reasons than just convenience.”
“Yeah?” Steve muttered, looking Eddie up and down from where he was still fisting at his cock.
“I think you like the idea of being so full of me, so full of my cum, that your stomach swells and your pretty boy body has no choice but to grow my babies in there.”
And what the fuck.
Steve was into this, as much as he desperately wished he wasn't, the idea of being fucked, used, until he was so full, dripping, that his male body switched and he just…
He couldn't stop the way his hips jumped at Eddie's words, “Jesus Christ, Eds.”
“I’m right, hmm?”
“Yeah, I want it,” Steve gasped, and he hadn't even noticed that the hatred he was supposed to be portraying was very quickly slipping away. He couldn't keep up the facade when he was this close to getting what he’d been dreaming about for years.
“Good boy,” Eddie muttered, finally positioning himself against Steve’s hole and slowly beginning to push in, “There you go, baby. Fuck, taking it so well.”
Steve couldn't even speak. His own fingers were bearable, Eddie’s fingers were good, but Eddie’s cock? He’d never felt more full in his life, never felt this content. It was like this was what he was supposed to be doing and Eddie seemed to know it, too.
“Fuck, baby. It’s like you were made to take my cock,” he huffed out, pressing Steve’s legs back up against his chest from where they’d fallen during all his squirming, “Just like that.”
Steve just whined and nodded, his hands once again tugging roughly against the cuffs as he ignored the pain that bloomed there and was sure to bruise. He wanted whatever Eddie would give him, and if that was dirty words and dick he certainly wasn't going to complain.
Eddie wasn’t any better off than Steve if he was being honest.
He was just as desperate, enjoying the soft skin and the desperate noises and the sharp pleasure. He almost wished he’s left Steve’s hands free because the idea of sharp nails being dragged down his back till small spots of blood appeared in tow made his hips stutter.
The younger man had known he’d wanted this for a while, known that Eddie was absolutely right when he said about Steve going home after every fight and rough-fucking his fist till he came, followed by an emotional outburst (usually sobbing, sometimes yelling) and Steve was thinking about how much better this was than anything he’d tried to conjure up in his mind. It was unrelenting and perfect and he felt his legs begin to tremble again as Eddie hit his prostate.
“Right there, baby?” Eddie asked with a grin after listening to the squeal that Steve had let out at the pleasure. When he received a nod in return he went right back to fucking into that specific spot, “God, I love the noises you make for me. You sound like a slut.”
Steve was sobbing at that. The constant stabs to his prostate and the dirty names just shortcircuited his brain, leaving him gasping for breath and shaking as he kept begging for more.
“Just so perfect. I bet you could cum just like this, untouched, just from me fucking you so good,” And Steve was pretty sure he was right. Eddie was hitting all the right spots, kissing on all the right places and his stomach was tightening as he tried desperately to hold off the impending orgasm.
“Yeah- yes! I could, please-” The younger man choked out desperately as his back arched at the feeling, “Eddie, holy shit.”
“You wanna cum sweetheart?” Eddie grinned, “You wanna cum on my dick? God, you're pathetic.”
Steve was relishing in the harsh words and Eddie could tell.
“Look at me, Steve. Look me in the eyes,” He did as Eddie asked and he continued, “It's me doing this to you, Steve. How are you feeling knowing that im- fuck, I'm breaking you?”
“Fuck off,” Steve gasped, his eyes squeezing shut to escape the awfully perfect smirk on the older man’s lips.
“Look at me, Stevie. Why are you hiding now, hmm? Finally coming to terms with the fact that Eddie ‘The Fag’ Munson is the one pulling you apart so well?”
“Eddie, please ,” He gasped again, the harsh clinking of the handcuffs back full throttle as Steve squirmed so hard Eddie thought he might break his bedframe, “Jesus, I'm gonna cum-”
“You want me to cum inside you?” Eddie asked, his eyes squeezing shut as he grunted quietly and his grip on Steve’s hips doubled, “Fill you up, sweetheart?”
“Jesus fuck, so goddamn bad.”
And so Eddie fucked him harder, faster, made Steve’s noises turn from whines into screams and the sound of their thighs slapping together drowned out pretty much everything else.
“I’m cumming! Oh god- oh fuck, I'm cumming -” Steve sobbed, his eyes squeezing shut as tears rolled down the sides of his face and Eddie groaned, watching Steve’s whole body tense, his toes curled and his jaw slack before steve finally shot off all over his chest and Eddie's eyes went wide at just how tight Steve got.
“Jesus, you're fucking- yeah im- fucking-” And just like that, Eddie was cumming too, and Steve thought he probably would have shot off another load at the feeling if his dick wasn't still spurting out the tiniest drops of whatever was left inside him.
It was fucking good , too. Like, the best sex Steve had ever had and he was kinda mad that Eddie was the one to give it to him but he couldn't really complain. Partly because he didn't want to and partly because he didn't know if he could talk right now.
“You wanna stay the night?” Eddie breathed as he pulled out, his thumb smoothing over Steve’s thigh as the younger hissed at the sensation, “I’ll clean you up and you can borrow some clothes? I’ll sleep on the couch if you want.”
“God, shut up and get into bed.”
“What?”
“Edward Munson, you just fucked my brains out and I am far too tired to argue with you, please, for the love of fuck, get into bed and spoon me.”
“Yeah, okay,” Eddie blurted out, his eyes wide as he looked at a very naked Steve Harrington while he moved to dig around in the drawer next to his bed for the key to the cuffs. He unlocked him and threw them to the floor, “Yeah that's cool. I can share a bed with you, that's totally fine-”
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
Steve chuckled lightly, clearly on the edge of sleep as the older man pulled the cover over them both, “Shut up.”
Eddie just nodded, a smile on his lips as he draped an arm over Steve’s waist and pulled him close, “You know we’re gonna have to talk about this at some point?”
“Yeah, I know,” Steve mumbled, “Just… tomorrow, yeah?”
“Okay.”
“Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Night.”