notscary | inbox. duplicity.

[ Eddie's always allowed what he's feeling to take centerstage, his uncertainty about kissing or having sex with men purely because he genuinely hasn't thought about it before. If anything, his foray into sex has included a small window of opportunities with women who had no attachment to who he actually is, fleeting and gone as quick as they came, perhaps in a bar with alcohol as a component. No, no, no one has ever wanted Eddie in a way that he's seen with how the general population of girls and boys flirt and date. Maybe it's even a boon to his nonconformity that no romantic relationships have ever manifested.

Of course, this is only about kissing. Relief floods through his body when he catches Steve teasing, spotting that for what it is. The confirmation and warmth makes his stomach flutter, and he has to smile back. He really does take all of this moment by moment, not consciously anticipating or expecting anything specific. But then his chin lifts just so, eyes locked with Steve's when that prompt, that push, is given.

Eddie's lips turn in a slow, small smile. ] Yeah, it's not, like...totally obvious? [ His lips press together, desire racing through him, gaze playful as he stares at Steve. He can't help feeling awkward, much as he wants to see if he thinks it's good too, letting Steve make any real move. ]

[Steve is still a little surprised how this turned out, but it does feel normal... as normal as something in this city can. Eddie's questions make sense given the gaps in his memory or whatever it was causing him to not remember the first time. Steve would want to know, too. It's a natural curiosity, and Steve's been open about everything else so far. He's not going to stop now.

So if this turns into something a little more intimate between them, he's going to go with it. His smirk slides further back on his face as Eddie confirms it, and he shifts forward to sit up instead of leaning on the head board. Sliding the pizza box out of the way, he moves so that one arm is on the other side of Eddie while he's still over him. Eyes look down at him just laying there on his bed, and there's a heat that he feels building now, too.

He doesn't respond verbally, he just leans over him to press his lips against his. They've only done this once before, but the electricity that shoots through him reminds him of the first time all over again, that sort of want that drives him further.]

[ Eddie wants to feel what it's like for Steve to kiss him, to kiss back. His thoughts don't go beyond that immediate urge, his wondering about being intimate with men as an unknown being set aside. He'll come back to a more nuanced train of thought later, focus on how Steve moves closer to him.

In that moment, he can't remember how long it's been since he's kissed someone, only that it's been awhile. The swirling desire building within him, he's confident he's never felt anything quite like it. Maybe it's because this feels so new, or maybe because it's Steve. Again, he's enraptured in how he can feel the warmth of Steve's body closer to his, eyes wide and lusty when he's actually over him, the arm beside him triggering a more adamant twitch in his pants. No doubt at all that he likes this, having Steve over him, close and about to kiss him.

A murmur that's definitely a stifled moan rumbles in his throat when their lips touch, hesitating for a second only due to the nature of how good it does feel. Well, Steve was right. No wonder things got heated between them before. He eases into the kiss, leaving it as soft and tender as Steve does at its start. His arm does lift, sliding against Steve's back, fingers drifting to the nape of his neck and tangling slightly into his hair. His head lifts, pressing his lips a little harder to deepen the kiss a bit further.

He pushes the pillow down and knees it away, the chemistry between clear and he sees no need to hide how he's feeling. ]

[This feels good. It feels right. He knows he wanted it last time, just testing the waters, seeing where it could go. Eddie might not have that memory, but he clearly trusts Steve enough to know that he was genuine, and he likely can feel that connection between them.

It's not a chaste kiss, and Eddie's response back is just as clear as the message he's sending him. Steve leans further, softly pressing him into his mattress as he kisses Eddie back. He can feel him accept it, deepening the kiss before his hands move around him. It doesn't take much at all before Steve's reacting to the hand in his own hair, stifling an all out moan into a hum against his lips.

His jeans hide the tenting in his pants, but he can feel himself hardening and pressing in against Eddie. The feeling is clearly mutual after he shucks the pillow away. He doesn't want to push too much, rush too fast, but he is aware, and he likes the knowledge that Eddie clearly likes this as much as he does.]

[ Steve's weight on him is welcome, and Eddie's breath hitches into their kiss, another stifled sound, moan through and through, in response to hearing that sound come from the man kissing him.

He really isn't thinking about what could happen next, about moving in any way to push ahead what they're doing. Pressing into Steve is natural, again mirroring what he feels, fingers gripping tightly into dark hair when he feels the fabric of their jeans come together, his erection pushing against Steve's. He does realize how unfamiliar and new that is, but the sensation of hard against hard makes his hips buck a bit and his lips part against Steve's, wanton moan sounding out. It feels incredible, and he can't help the bit of a grind he adds, working to let his tongue slip into Steve's mouth.

It's fast as hell, but he's driven by a horniness he was not at all expecting to feel. There, kissing Steve and unabashedly showing him how he makes him feel, he's confident and safe. Not how he expected pizza and beer to go. ]

[Steve isn't thinking a whole lot either when his hips move back against Steve's like that. His fingers clench into the blanket on his bed, trying to keep some semblance of mind to himself instead of wildly bucking back. Eddie's already admitted to not doing anything with a guy before, and while he kind of really wants to be the person that does more with him, he also doesn't want to put the cart before the horse either.

Besides his lungs are screaming at him for air at the moment. He pulls back just enough to breathe before he's looking down and smirking at him, daring to not separate, yet.]

Heated, yeah. [He nods, grinning from ear to ear. Hopefully this time Eddie doesn't disappear on him.]

[ Their coming together is special, Eddie already knows that, but he'll reconsider how awful the city is if these are the sorts of experiences he might get to have. Besides, he thinks he'd choose to stay there, living (and being around, with, Steve) a damn plus.

His head spins, grip in Steve's hair tightening with urgency when he feels him pulling back. Eddie's caught in a mixture of disappointment and curiosity, smiling back when Steve only pulls so far, admiring that smirk.

A faint sound, snort more than anything else, registers with that. ] I'm not gonna regret feeding your ego, am I? Cause [ his face tilts up, brushing open lips against Steve's ] yeah, it's good. Really good. [ Part of him wants to say he can see what all the fuss over King Steve is, but the thought leaves his mind and is replaced by the awe over what he's really doing in that moment.

Eddie smirks too. ] Like, good. Everywhere. [ It comes out in a whisper, dirty talk not even a thought, just a light jut of his hips against Steve's again. He's not clamouring to stop or cool down, focused entirely on expressing to Steve how he's making him feel, not on what any next step is. ]

[He can't help the wide grin he's got going on, looking down at Eddie in this position. Eddie, who is on his bed. He likes it though. He's been sort of stuck in a rut of just managing quota lately, though there are some people in the city he likes, things in the past couple weeks have made it harder to have some sort of connection, a deeper one anyway.

So this? Eddie's right. It feels good. It's something he's needed. It's nice to actually know someone, too, to not have to work as hard at that connection with someone when he already knows the reciprocity is there in some capacity. It's confirmed now, especially when Eddie rolls his hips against his in a very pointed way.]

Mm-- [The noise gets caught in his throat as he exhales.] Yeah, I got that.

[The way he rocks his hips back is a little slower, grinding down so Eddie could feel him back. His eyes are locked on the other's, the intensity already there. He knows what he's doing, and he knows where it could go.]

Look, I know you said you haven't-- done anything with guys. I don't want to push you if that's not something you're thinking about. I really just meant to kiss you.

[And Steve knows how to restrain himself even if that ache in his pants is trying to say otherwise. He's gotta pull back a little though if that's the case. He's going to go by what Eddie feels though, how he wants to proceed.]

[ Eddie curses under his breath, a jesus christ through clenched teeth, his legs vibrating with desire at how Steve's hips roll against his. It feels amazing and his body craves more, to be touched directly. He swallows hard, lips pursing hard when those words vie to steal his focus. A stubborn and impulsive man, Eddie wants to just crush his lips against Steve's, let his hands wander and see what happens; he exhales slowly through his mouth as those words sink in. His eyes shut for a second, soft hum and body jerking a tiny bit from his arousal, hips shifting to the side and stomach sinking down for a moment.

It's a fair set of statements, his own need too consuming to have made any of those points. His hand at Steve's neck sinks down, smoothing over his back until it settles in the middle, face tilting faintly to the side. ] Well. You kissed me good. [ He tries for a smile, not necessarily wanting to make the call that his brain is poking him to. It feels like a betrayal, a slight, to end it there, especially when he was still rock hard.

He brings a leg to brush against one of Steve's, gentle and physical contact that isn't what he wants but still keeping his heart racing. ] Yeah. [ It's clear how much they both want it, so he doesn't feel the need to say so. ] You wouldn't be pushing. Per say. [ He doesn't look away, each moment precious to him, wanting to get this across perfectly. ] There's just. Part of me that's saying not to rush it. And, fuck, man. [ He steals a glance up to roll his eyes, partially committing to stopping where they are. A little indulgence never hurts though, and he can't help but tack on -- ] Just...kiss me again? Once?

[This feels good, better than expected. If he was with someone else or someone he knew might be okay with going further, he would only have just checked in and made sure this was okay, but since it's Eddie, and Eddie already said where he was with all this, the last thing Steve wants is to just push through this.

And maybe some part wants it to be a little more special than just pizza and beer and fucking because it was some sort of tease or a challenge. He's not complaining about how all this came about, but if they do anything more than this, he just wants to make sure it's right. Even if hormones and his cock is telling him otherwise.

He's still smiling, looking down at him as Eddie sort of puts it together. The compliment about his kissing gets a little crinkle of his nose, pleased with himself. He still hasn't pulled away though, still wanting some sort of definitive answer on where Eddie is with all this before he tells him to kiss him again. Once. Just once. God, that's going to be hard.

He doesn't need to say anything else. Steve just dips down again, giving him what he wants. He leans in to kiss him again, this time one hand going to the side of his face. If it's going to be one kiss, it's going to be memorable, bodies already pressed against one another. He's so hard, but he's able to pull his mind from that, opening his mouth to commit Eddie's taste to memory instead.]

[ All of Eddie really had wanted Steve to prove it to him, to show him, just how good it might be. Any challenge had dissipated into their throes, however temporary for the moment, of passion and is forgotten.

He wouldn't have been the one to bring speaking at length into the situation, but he's grateful that Steve did. It's comforting to hear and feel that consideration, to know they're on the same page, on even ground. Eddie is not incredibly experienced as it is, and a part of his brain tells him that he doesn't want to rush in and just smash together with Steve.

Eddie files away how adorable that crinkling of Steve's nose is, taken aback at the surges of deeper appreciation and attraction. He knows the request for one more kiss is tricky, his body perfectly amenable to allowing his cock to get the sensations it craves. He can't help himself though, not wanting the contact to end. He's torn on whether or not the kiss will cause him to ramp it all back up physically again, no matter what the small part of his logical brain has to say.

There are absolutely no regrets in asking for it though, humming a soft moan when he feels Steve's palm against his cheek. Naturally he leans a bit into that touch, satisfaction pouring in and mixing with his desire. One whispered word escapes him before lips press to his again, quietly speaking 'Steve.' All of his need and muddled emotions radiate as he says the name, matching how Steve deepens the kiss, moaning again into their connecting mouths.

His free hand clutches blanket, the one on Steve's back lowering, lingering at his waist until it drifts down and caresses over one side of his ass, brief and firm, shifting again to settle over the band of Steve's jeans.

He smiles into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Steve's, drawing away relcutantly but with a strange certainty. Kissing and physical contact quite like this? Not at all what he's accustom to, and he kind of just wants to stare at Steve for a bit.

So he pulls back to end the kiss, not moving or shifting or indicating that he wants Steve to move away just yet. He keeps his eyes locked with Steve's, intense and gracious. ] Hey, well. New. And. Glad I asked about it. About us. [ This is all new territory for him, including the stopping once you've started going so he's not going to be the best at guiding the situation. ] I was right, too. Bed is comfy. But more, more importantly... [ his hand wanders back up over Steve's back, running fingertips just into his hair ] you're...really hot. [ It's what he's thinking in the moment, so it comes out, grin rising. ]

[The kiss is exactly what he needed. It's just heated enough to remind him exactly why he likes this, why he wanted this from the beginning. He's glad nothing feels different or off like it might have. Certainly he knows it's a lot for Eddie, and he could have just been done with all of it.

But he's glad this hasn't played out like that.

Steve pulls back when Eddie does, smirking and breathing sharply through his nose. As much as his body is aching for more, he knows that mentally he wants this to develop a little more organically before they do anything else. At least they have this sort of confirmation though. Steve can live with that.

Steve scoffs a little sheepishly when Eddie calls him hot. Yeah, he might have known it. He's surely been called hot more than once. It almost gets old, but for Eddie to say it, it just feels nice. He knows Eddie isn't just trying to get into his pants.]

Thanks. I'm-- ugh, glad you enjoyed that. [It's not so bad having him hold him close. There's more they can do, he knows, but he's willing to pace this. Yeah, the city would probably want them fucking by now, and really Steve knows it's better for this to happen before Eddie just gets completely swept into whatever the city wants for them. He takes a deep breath though.]

And look, I'm not saying I don't want more. I just don't want you to like be rushed into anything. This place can do that-- a lot. So if you just want to hang out for a bit or whatever, like I'm good with that. If we want to see where it goes, like that's cool, too.

[ That scoff gets a wide grin from Eddie, cheeks high. He'd meant it, but that doesn't mean it's not fun to see Steve react accordingly to what he might expect.

The blazing pace his physical impulses for Steve has taken -- no urging needed from the city, just having the seed of their kissing planted -- still has Eddie's head spinning. So he hums softly under his breath, still not moving and letting his body feel whatever it's going to feel. The ache of his cock probably won't have much of a chance of diminishing until he makes the move to commit to pulling away but damn if being up against Steve isn't one of the best feelings he's had in awhile.

He realized his eyes had shut for a few moments while drinking in how good, positive, he feels, when he hears Steve speaking with more than an endearing gratitude and short phrase. Eyes opening slowly, his head tilts at the comment about how fast the city likes to make people go. He nods, breathing in and out in a way that seems measured, but really he's just contemplating the very basic two options Steve has presented. His breath hitches a bit as he settles on what he knows he wants, the sensible (he thinks, he hopes) choice clear.

With a small groan, he glances off to the side and nudges his forehead softly to Steve's. ] Let's hang out. See how it goes later.

[ And, finally, his body very very slowly starts to shift away, staring at Steve the whole time. He doesn't really wanna move away, brown eyes reluctant but not lacking in certainty once he's laying down on his side, having grabbed a pillow to prop under his head, arm inclined.

Questions for Steve start to pop up in his mind, ones about his experiences, what all he's done with guys. Eddie doesn't ask, yet, though. He worries that if he's open in that moment then he'll stay hard, get harder, and the whole thing will fire back up. Which would be fine if not for what they both want, a pace that's easy, not forced.

So, instead he points out the food, the beer. He's still hungry, that's for sure. It's difficult to not think about how soft Steve's lips and fingers are, how he'd felt his cock grinding on Eddie's that same day, but Eddie is determined to let the kissing be what it is. An exploration, a tease that turned into a very deal attraction, and well, nothing else has changed other than that they like kissing each other, right?

So he hangs out with Steve, chatting and eating, finding it's easy to be with him, has been since he arrived and in Hawkins. Steve is more confident about the lay of the land, experiencing what the city has to throw at them, and he's grateful to have him to rely on.

Eventually as the night wears on, he brings up maybe one of the most important possessions Steve's told him about. ] So. Those records. There's nothing, like, embarrassing in there, is there? [ He smirks, teasing but also...I mean, he's a metalhead with a very specific set of musical interests, so. There is a level of seriousness, too! Sorry, Steve. ]

[Actually pulling away from the kiss, and rolling back onto his side of the bed takes real effort, but he inhales sharply and is able to pry himself back. He wants more. Every part of him wants to start stripping off clothes, but this is good. This is a good step forward, and Steve's willing to make sure this goes really well.

Because he does care. If that's not abundantly clear from trying to get Eddie out of the Down, to teaching him to navigate this place, to his offer of being a quota partner. He knows enough about Eddie's life to know he got a shit deal, especially if he ends up dead at the hands of whatever that thing he saw in his nightmares. No one deserves that.

So he eases back into a natural banter with him, something that he's been able to do already. They finish off the pizza, still sipping on beer as eventually they end up on the floor.]

Take a look, man. I'm not embarrassed by anything. Might not be entirely to your standards, but like I said, some of them up there are yours. Once you get set up in a place, you can have them back. [Lee has similar tastes to Eddie, but he hasn't knocked his taste in music. Other people have in the city, but then they've said shit about his fashion and looks just based on the fact he's from the 80s, so that's a pretty stupid opinion to him anyway. Who cares about being modern when he's modern for being from 1985.]

[ Eddie smiles, smug and delighted, as he shifts to start flipping through the records. ] I'm sure you're just fine. [ It comes out breathy as fingertips gingerly process through the options, no pomp over any that are ones he clearly wouldn't have picked out to buy. He'd been teasing, really, and while he is very adamant about what real music is, he'll be willing to put on whatever Steve might choose, too. After he picks first, of course!

His head tilts as his focus is drawn on the collection, eyes popping in awareness when he gets to one of his records. After a minute, he slips one out, holding it toward Steve. ] You're taking good care of them, and music is best enjoyed shared. [ And he moves up, ready to take it upon himself to get the album up and playing.

He eyes the record player carefully, head tilting again in curiosity. It's just, new to him, and he's always been an inquisitive person. ] You'll like this -- [ a beat, a lift of the arm and setting it back down over the vinyl, moving to turn the player on ] I think. [ He laughs a little, slipping the needle to the appropriate line for the track he wants to have played.

Settling back down, sitting close to Steve, he meets his eyes. He speaks over the intro, the guitar music. ] It's Sacred Heart. By Dio. Always did like the lyrics. Just, let me know what you think? [ He's sitting cross-legged, nudging a knee over to gently touch Steve's knee or leg, whichever is easier access. He lets it linger there for a second before shifting back, a little closer now.

Eddie brings the album cover back into his hands, eyeing the mystical imagery on it. Unsurprising that he'd found this one while he was there before, now opting for a somewhat softer tune to match his overall mood and impression with the day's activities. It's a special day, one of self-discovery he didn't realize he'd even had in him. He doesn't want to drift too far from Steve either, head bopping slightly with the music as he mouths the lyrics. ]

[Steve just watches Eddie like he’s a kid in a candy store. Steve’s not surprised. He likes music, because like who doesn’t, but this is clearly one of Eddie’s passions, and he’s glad that despite how shitty this place is, at least Eddie is here and getting to enjoy something. It might also feel nice that he’s able to give that to him.

So he just watches, recognizing the album cover, but not knowing the music at all. It was definitely something Eddie would be into. Steve sat back and listened. It was harder than what he was used to, but it was a good beat, though it certainly was the lyrics that captivated the song. And it was definitely even more of Eddie’s style. He smiles though, listening to the message, foot tapping along to it halfway through.

Eddie settles in closer, pressing his leg to his. He likes this part, too. He looks over at him, clearly in his element. Considering the last thing he saw in his nightmares this is much preferable.]

I’m glad you’re here. I know it’s still shit and all a lot of the time, but—- [Well he’s been pretty alone save her Nat and Yelena the last month, and he lost two people he cared about the month before that.]

[ Once music enters the equation, it's routine for Eddie to become lost in it. Steve's voice brings him back to the room, smile soft and pleased to hear that Steve Harrington is glad he's there. It's still a little surreal. It wasn't until his innocence hung in the balance that he'd become more than a freak to the elders of Dustin's extended friend group. And, it was Dustin that roped them all into helping Eddie. Still, he doesn't doubt any of Steve's sincerity of really being his friend there, the proof of that playing out.

His brows furrow a touch when Steve continues, trailing off and leaving Eddie staring over with several seconds of quiet concern. Considering, he smiles again, the expression leaning toward more of that winning Munson smirk. ] Me too. It'd be shit being alone. And I wouldn't wish being here on any of my friends. [ Gareth. Jeff. ] And it woulda been weird if Wheeler or Buckley were here. [ A beat, a blink. ] Not that I'd wish it on them either, I'm just...glad it's you. Steve.

[ And with only a couple seconds of pause, he leans over slow and to give time for Steve to move, shift, stop what's about to happen. His eyes lock and hold with Steve's until his face is close, shutting as he brushes his lips against Steve's. It's sweet and short, though not rushed and he hums low in his throat as he pulls back with eyes still shut until his back straightens again, warm smile for Steve. ] Not shit all the time, anyway.

[Steve might not have minded it if Robin or Nancy were here, but he would never actually want them there. He doesn't really want Eddie here, but he knows the alternative now, and because he's spent the better part of a year here alone, when Eddie does lean in to kiss him, it's hard to not react.

Steve isn't actually expecting him to lean in for a kiss, but it at least feels a little more natural right then. Eddie doesn't pull all the way back, and he grins over at him.]

No, not all the time.

[He leans in for another kiss, wanting more in that moment. If Eddie is giving, Steve is happy to do so. It's been awhile since something like this felt good and meaningful for him.]

[ Eddie hums happily, smiling sweet and sincerely at Steve's receptiveness. So that's where they are then. They like kissing each other, and maybe the more the better? Eddie thinks that may be the case, they'll have to see.

He deepens their second kiss, reaching to hold gently onto the side of Steve's face letting their lips hold together longer. It feels good, amazing, and his head spins again at the awareness of just who he's kissing. Maybe it's a hint of doubt or uncertainty in what all it is they're doing, but what Eddie does know is that he just wants to be there with Steve to figure it out. In reality, he feels deeply and his own considerations get tangled up, so it's easier to pull back a little to see Steve. ] Those lips are gonna get me in trouble, aren't they? [ Not that he minds, but it's purposefully playful to bring levity rather than any heavier feeling.

His calloused fingers drift off Steve's cheek, and the tingling from sudden lack of warmth and contact makes him regret it but Eddie swallows softly. He lets the hand fall to Steve's knee in a soft tap, fingers resting there to caress small circles. His hand remains there, touch light. ] Why don't you pick out a song now, unless you really wanna have Dio ringing in your ears all night?

[ He certainly wants Steve in his ears, his eyes, for the night, gaze drifting to the record player as he's swept up in that idea and how it could play out. ]

[Steve can definitely do the kissing part. He wouldn't even mind more. He just wants to make sure this is what they both want and not necessarily be pushed on because of the city or because Eddie felt like he had to. So whatever pace they're going at, he's okay with. It also just feels more normal given the weird situation they find themselves in.

When Eddie pulls away, he just sort of grins that stupid, little grin. Well Eddie can clearly kiss him any time. He doesn't mind. Not when he touches him like that.]

Umm, yeah. Let me see. [He stands and shifts through his own collection before pulling out one of Prince's albums and puts on one of his songs, figuring to make it light. And can Eddie really talk shit about Prince? It feels like a safe choice as he sits back next to his friend.]

So, ugh, where were we? [The cheesiest line, maybe, but he does lean in to kiss Eddie again, because it is nice.]

[ His head tilts as he watches Steve pick out a record, brows lifting as the song starts to play. Yeah, Prince is classic. It's not a surprise that it's what Steve chooses, the music good, and there's all those innuendos just strewn throughout any of the artist's songs. It's a solid pick, and he smiles approvingly as he's joined again.

He almost chuckles, instead humming against Steve's lips. Contentment is joined by anticipation once more, head shaking a teeny bit, waves bouncing a little as he pulls back. Still stays close. ]

Where indeed. I dunno, man. You wanna get all...hot and bothered again? [ There's a daring tone even he's not expecting in his voice, small grin on his lips. ] 'Cause, I uh, well. You keep up with that [ he reaches up to tenderly press one finger on Steve's lips; whether he means the words spoken or the kisses, or both, he doesn't say ] well... [ he breathes out, pleased and a little yearning ] I can only get hard so many times before I gotta do somethin' about it.

[ And he lets those words linger between them, eyeing Steve carefully. His own flirting is often overly playful to get a rise, and he's not really sure what they should do. If there's a something that should happen. Some next progression.

So with a couple of seconds of silence and biting his bottom lip, he quickly adds -- ] I wanna see you. If you wanna show me. [ Cheesy line, maybe, but Steve and just being with him has Eddie's mind racing right back to what they maybe, might, could, do. ]

[Look, Steve gets it. He was already half hard the last time, and it took a lot to pull away, but he didn't want to go diving head first off some dare. This needs to be genuine, especially if it's Eddie's first time doing anything in the city. He doesn't want there to be any kind of mitigating circumstances putting pressure on either of them.

So Steve kisses him quickly, trying to reassure him that it's okay.] If this is something you want, I'm not going to say no. I just want to make sure like it's all cool. It's not something you're going to look back on and regret because the city fucking sucks. [He awkwardly bites on the inside of his cheek, thinking about the words to use.]

I want it to be good for you-- whatever we do. [He's not insinuating it has to be sex. He gets they've both got needs, and they can explore through this if he wants, but he needs to hear it from Eddie first that this is okay. Because he desperately wants it to be.

Of course it doesn't hurt when Eddie says he wants to see Steve. He's aware of how he looks, in and out of clothes, but it makes him smirk a little that Eddie wants to see him. He can definitely give him that easily enough, shedding his shirt over his head.]

[ Eddie's forehead creases a touch with that quicker kiss, gut sinking for a second in expectancy of there being something wrong. Steve has done due diligence in affirming that everything is good, no boundaries being pushed. It only takes a second for the brief lock of their lips to click as those words register. It makes him start to smile, wry for a hint of a second at himself, crooked at the corner of his mouth as Steve goes on.

A new tightening in his stomach follows that 'whatever we do,' light and constant nod as he considers. He works his bottom lip with his teeth, the action seizing up as he watches Steve take his shirt off. ] Well that's, ah, good. A good start. A start of -- [ and his words fall off, realizing he's leaned in and thoughtlessly brought a hand up and onto Steve's chest, fingertips just below his collarbone. He breathes out, slow and not at all centering himself. He really doesn't have the words yet, liking how it feels to touch Steve, so he's left closing any distance to kiss him. Longer than Steve's reassuring one but not deep, just a way to occupy his mind for a few seconds.

It brings back remembering moments of starting and stopping, kissing and pressing in together, with Steve of all people, that day. He knows he wants more too, knew it when Steve had been on top of him in his bed.

He leans back, palm still pressing against Steve's skin. ] You're good. I'm good. And maybe most important, we're good. I know what I've regretted in life, Steve. And this isn't it. [ He breathes out, a long exhale, eyes locked with Steve's. ] I promise. It's cooler than cool. It's... [ and his hand slides fingers down Steve's chest, stopping to rest on his leg ] being here, it's fuckin' weird. But I'm no fool. I'm not gonna miss a shot to...get something I want, especially when it feels like...this.

So, Steve. Thanks. For being cool. [ Thanks for the consideration of consent and checking in, but he's not equipped to say that so bluntly. ] I'm not used to, ya know, blunt moments like this. About, sex. [ Look he's being really vulnerable here, Steve, and the color rising on the otherwise extremely loud and proud metalhead's cheeks might be indicative of that.

He clears his throat, giving a small, intimate smile. ] But, uh, I...um, had an idea... [ a spare look away, a sharper little inhale; he doesn't think Steve's judgy or will say 'no' or anything; Eddie's sexual experiences haven't been chockful of coming out and saying what he might want. It's always been more of a quick to the fucking kind of thing, and always with women.

He really did mean it when he said that he wants to see Steve, too. All of him. He takes a couple seconds to get it out. ] Might be fun to like...get off together? [ And, with all the regular confidence he possesses, Eddie pulls his own shirt off too, wanting to show himself to Steve in turn. ]

[Steve's own brain is becoming mush, like he knows what he wants Eddie to say, but he's also a teenage boy that's now being touched by Eddie. His head drops to watch as the other's fingers just dance over the muscles on his chest. Steve has spent time on his body here, too. Probably even a little more than he had in Hawkins.

Kinda helps when one of his jobs is at the rec center, and there's a gym and a few different martial arts classes. Steve's not the best at it, but well, he'd like to not get punched in the face so often, though it still happens in the city, too.

It registers that Eddie's talking again, and he looks up with a genuine, little smile on his face.]

I know. I know it's new to like a lot of people, and I didn't want to push you into anything or make it like... less serious than it is. [If it's his first time with a guy, with Steve himself. All of that is important to him, but he's glad the both of them are on the same page, because right now he can feel the blood rushing to his cock when Eddie tells him he has an idea-- it's probably better than what Steve tends to come up with, so he's happy to go with it.

And he's even happier when Eddie pulls off his own shirt, moving in to kiss at his shoulder down to his clavicle before looking back up.]

Like jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, we can do that.

[ Eddie does spare a second to ponder if those occasions he's seen Steve shirtless have come with some unrealized urge to touch his skin. Jokes and bordering toward ostentatious flirting and all, though his jeans getting tighter again steal his focus away from the contemplative. The toned body is no real surprise, and it hadn't been entirely easy to let his touch drift away long enough to speak. The words matter to both of them, he knows. Eddie cannot empathize with being in the city alone, with enduring losing the other man as Steve had him, but clarifying that he wants more is essential to him, too. He's confident in those words, nodding gently with Steve's words. ]

No pushing done. Promise. [ Warmth radiates out from where those kisses trail, biting his lip and tightening his throat to keep a moan in. He knows that, if they do this, there will be no holding any sounds back. Not that he cares, but he wants to hear how Steve responds.

His chin lifts, head nodding down slowly, eyes darkening and lips parting in a quiet smacking sound. ] Okay. [ His tongue drags over his top lip, stealing a long gaze at Steve's chest again, shifting where he sits, cock twitching. He leans in, planting a kiss on the top of Steve's shoulder. ] Where? On the floor?

[ Those words spoken by Steve, idea of jerking off about to be a reality now cemented in Eddie's mind, his hands get restless. He's also headier than he'd even expected, deferring to Steve's to determine if they should jerk off just right there where they are. Or in his bed. Or, wherever else. He reaches over, fingers deftly undoing any fastening on the other man's pants, urge to see all of Steve settling within him.

Yeah, he's 110% going to be able to keep his hands to himself during this. Totally. Not even something he's thinking about, just suddenly wanting them both to have their clothes off. He's already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans too, head tilting to gaze longingly at Steve. ]

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