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Fairytale

A (late) birthday drabble for @penny00dreadful, because I can’t write fast to save my life ✨

“And then,” Eddie continues, and his voice is so low Steve can really only feel the rumble of it, feel the vibrations in his chest more than the words themselves, “the knight realized something very important: the dragon had not been holding the princess hostage. The dragon was there to slay all those who were unworthy of her.”

Eddie’s fingers dig into his neck, Steve’s head on his chest, and knead into the hot, curling pain that radiates up Steve’s spine and across his scalp. Eddie’s voice is calm. Low and soothing, like it always is on nights like this.

“And so the knight laid down his blade. For how could he slay which protects the one which he hopes to love? And when he rested it on the ground, and stepped away, the knight saw the fire in the dragon’s throat dim.”

A set of headlights flash through their closed blinds and Steve flinches, the pain that had begun to drain flaring at the harshness, only to have Eddie’s free arm come to cover his face, his elbow curling over Steve’s eyes, blocking the violent light.

Eddie goes on, his voice unwavering, the fairytale falling from his lips as soothing to Steve’s throbbing migraine as anything a doctor has ever prescribed him, and he’s able to relax once again.

“No words were exchanged between the two. The knight did not know if the beast could speak, but the common tongue was not needed between him and the fire-breather, for the moment their weapons were dropped, the knight believed they finally understood one another.” Eddie’s hand moves from his neck to behind Steve’s ear, his thumb rubbing gentle circles where he knows the pain rests, and Steve melts further into Eddie’s embrace.

“And so the knight bowed to the creature which had protected the princess from all who had been unworthy. And although he was beaten and bruised, and although his joints protested, and his ribs smarted where the dragon had struck him previously, he bowed deep, knowing that the creature could still see him as one unfit for the lady that lived in the high tower above, and end his life with a mere swipe of that taloned foot.” Eddie pauses, shifting, for a moment, to reach for the glass of water from their bedside table. The pain in Steve’s head is waning, leaving exhaustion in its wake.

It’s a new story on each night like this. Almost always does it involve dragons or knights or princesses or bards, the battle of good versus evil, of true love or destiny. Each and every time lights and sound and movement become too much, Eddie talks until Steve sleeps.

“But the dragon did not end the young knights life. The dragon, for the first time, saw someone who would respect the princess. Would respect her and love her the way she deserves.

“And thus the dragon carried the knight up to the highest part of the turret by the only way how: with five beats of her great and powerful wings, perching herself at the very top. Only then did the knight see the staircase built from the roof and down, ensuring only those who earned the dragons favor could hope to see the princess.”

Steve’s breathing deepens, and Eddie kisses the top of his head.

He continues, lips against Steve’s hair, ruffling the strands, “the dragon extended one of her scaly blue legs, assisting the wounded knight to his staircase.”

It grows harder for Steve to hear what Eddie’s saying. He feels the tendrils of sleep, finally, beginning to wrap around him, his boyfriend’s story tucking him in.

Steve knows without hearing it how the story will end. That the knight will earn the princess’s favor. That the two of them will fall in love. That they will rule the land fairly and justly under the protection of her loyal dragon. That their kingdom will prosper for all of their days, because Eddie is a sucker for a happy ending.

Steve knows, but doesn’t hear, because he falls asleep, at last, to the comfort of knowing it will.

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runninriot · 2 days

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@inklessletter and her beautiful Steve Harrington art (<- click here) inspired me to write this and- yeah. Enjoy, i guess 😇

wc: 3421 | rated: M | tags: Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Menace on stage, Corroded Coffin Concert, background Jeff (Stranger Things), Drinking, Making Out, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers | also on AO3

Tomorrow

Steve wakes up slowly, body sluggish and mind still hazy from the night before. His head pounds, a well-deserved headache thrumming in his temples from too much beer and music so loud he could feel it resonating in his bones.

It was the first time he got to watch Corroded Coffin play, the first time he got to see Eddie on stage. Eddie had invited him himself, told him he’d be happy to have him there, even gave him one of his Hellfire shirts to wear so he wouldn’t feel too out of place with what his own wardrobe had to offer.

Watching him play his guitar with so much passion and singing his heart out to the small but ecstatic crowd was truly something to witness. Eddie in his element, giving it his all as if he was standing in front of a sold-out arena instead of some trashy dive bar just outside Indy.

Steve had never seen him like this before, so happy, free, so alive.

But that wasn’t what made it impossible for Steve to take his eyes off him. It was the fact that Eddie was standing there dressed in the tightest, most revealing leather pants he’s ever seen. Chest bare, showing off his tattoos and the silver studs adorning his nipples, with black liner enhancing the dark brown of Eddie’s eyes.

He was beautiful like that, illuminated by the red and blue stage lights, so comfortable in his own skin as he strutted the small stage. Steve couldn’t look away.

But the moment Steve snapped was when Eddie walked over to Jeff mid-song, dropping to his knees as they both kept strumming their instruments, putting on an almost pornographic show when he moved his hips like he was dry-humping Jeff’s boot. And then he bucked up, tilting his head back, looking up at his band mate with hungry eyes before Jeff leaned down and kissed him.

Not just a peck on the lips – it was wet and dirty, tongue and all, and it went on for what felt like an eternity.

It was in that moment Steve felt something inside him crack, like something turning and twisting in his gut because shit, watching Eddie and Jeff eat each other’s faces shouldn’t be so hot, should have been appalling concerning their surroundings and not have him go week in the knees and nearly let out a pained whine because he was-

He was jealous, okay? Jealous it wasn’t his tongue licking inside Eddie’s mouth. Not his hand digging harshly into Eddie’s hair to pull him closer.

Steve felt like he was possessed and he tried to blame it on the alcohol but the feeling wouldn’t subside, would only grow stronger the longer he watched Eddie crawl over the floor, rut against Jeff’s leg and move his hips... Steve’s eyes hooked on beads of sweat glistening in the colourful light, wondering what it would taste like to lick them off him. What it would taste to kiss him.

The guys joined him at the bar after their set, all of them still high and buzzing, especially Eddie who was practically glowing in the aftermath of their gig.

“Did you like the show?”

Eddie leaned in close to make himself heard over the loud music now playing from the speakers and Steve shivered when his lips brushed the side of his face.

He hoped Eddie wouldn’t notice how nervous he suddenly was, hoped that he’d think the crimson blush on Steve’s face was just a reaction to the heat in the venue.

But Eddie looked at him, lips parted into a knowing grin, eyes gleaming with some kind of mischief that nearly took Steve’s breath away.

“You and Jeff, are you-“

Steve couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the words from pushing out.

“Are we what?”

Eddie’s smile grew wider and Steve felt so embarrassed, he wished he could drop dead on the spot.

“Together? Or was that just- you know. Was that all just for show?”

“Why? Are you jealous, Stevie?”

Steve let out a high-pitched whine when Eddie placed a hand on his hip.

“Would you rather I’d stick my tongue down your throat instead of Jeff’s? That what you want, baby?”

Steve’s mind was reeling, chest too tight to breathe, a lump in his throat and his tongue twisted into knots making it impossible to speak. So he just nodded.

“Aw, sweetheart. Well, if you want that, all you gotta do is ask. And don’t worry, Jeff and I? We’re just friends.”

In a brief moment of insecurity Steve thought that maybe that’s just what Eddie does, making out with his friends. That maybe this is why he wouldn’t mind if Steve asked him to kiss him.

But despite Eddie’s playfulness and the teasing tone in his voice, there was something like fondness in his eyes as he looked back at Steve. Something kind and hopeful and maybe, Steve thought, maybe he wants this just as much.

“I want you to- will you kiss me, please?”

The moment Eddie dove in to capture Steve’s lips with his own, time stood still. It was everything Steve thought it would be and yet so much better. Eddie kissed him with so much want, so much need that Steve felt like he was being eaten alive. It was rough and wet and whenever Steve tried to part to breathe Eddie was back on him in the matter of seconds, hands wrapping around his middle, the grip of his finger so tight, almost possessive. Steve was helpless but to melt into the touch, let Eddie take whatever – every whimper, every breath sucked right out of his mouth.

“Take me home with you.” Steve didn’t think, just let his heart and body take over the reins.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Not when you’re drunk.”

Eddie’s words hit him like a whiplash, taking him out of his hazy state of mind.

“I’m not-“

But Eddie was right. Steve had too much to drink and while he was dead certain that this didn’t change anything about how much he wanted to be devoured by the other man, he could see why Eddie wouldn’t give in to his plea.

“I want you, Steve. Wanted you for so long but I’m not gonna do this when you’re not in your right mind. Wouldn’t want you to regret it.”

“I hate you.”

Steve tried to shove Eddie away with a hand on his chest but Eddie caught him by the wrist and laced their fingers together.

“No, you don’t.”

Eddie smiled at him and Steve couldn’t help but mirror the motion with his own lips, couldn’t not smile back when Eddie looked at him like that. Warm brown eyes glinting in the dim light of the bar, softness in his features, a contrast to the burning desire he’d felt in the way Eddie kissed him.

“Tomorrow?” Steve asked, afraid of being rejected, unsure of what it would mean if Eddie said no.

“If you still want me.”

They ended the night with more drinks and laughter, with lingering glances and subtle touches.

Steve doesn’t remember coming home, doesn’t remember falling asleep in his clothes, pants unbuttoned but still clinging to his body, Eddie’s shirt crumpled up against his skin.

But he remembers the tingling sensation in his gut, remembers the shiver running down his spine when Eddie kissed him goodbye on the cheek and left him with a promise.

“Tomorrow. And every day after that.”

Today, Steve’s mind offers as he slowly wills his body to move when the blaring sound of his phone rips him out of his thoughts.

“Hello?” Steve clears his throat, voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Hello, sunshine.” Eddie’s voice flitters through the speaker and Steve’s lips instantly curl into a bashful smile.

“Hey, Eddie.”

He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to be when his inside are churning and his heart somersaults in his chest just thinking about the beautiful man on the other end of the line.

“So,” Eddie starts, pauses for a moment and Steve wonders if he, too, might feel a little overwhelmed with the whole situation.

“Do you-“ he tries but Steve interrupts him, blurts out a loud YES before Eddie has the chance to finish his question.

“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask,” Eddie chuckles light-heartedly into the phone and Steve feels like he’s flying.

“It’s still a yes. Whatever it is.”

Steve isn’t ashamed of how needy he sounds; how desperate his words must ring in Eddie’s ears. He wants whatever Eddie offers.

“Go and get ready, then. I’m going to take you out for breakfast. And after that, I’ll take you home with me so we can... talk about last night. Okay?”

Steve already feels breathless by the time he steps out of the shower, excitement mixed with a hint of anxiety tugging at his nerves.

He’s nervous but in a good way, feels ecstatic and stupid and a little bit scared because he doesn’t know what will happen, once they’re at Eddie’s place. Doesn’t know how on earth he’s going to survive being out for breakfast without touching Eddie, without kissing him, without confessing the feelings he realised he had for a while now.

He wants Eddie. Wants him in all the ways of someone that belongs to him. Wants Eddie to be his, wants to be Eddie’s in return.

You’re getting ahead of yourself, Steve chides himself, trying to stop the train of thoughts before it goes completely off the rails.

“Looking good,” Eddie greets him with a peck on the cheek once Steve is seated on the passenger side of the van. “Although I must admit I miss seeing you in my shirt.”

That sends a searing blush into Steve’s face and a rush of arousal into his lower half.

Fuck.

He’d burn all his polos and wear that damn Hellfire shirt for the rest of his life if Eddie kept looking at him like that.

Eddie takes them to a diner, orders pancakes and coffee to counter the impending hangover. They talk about anything but last night and although Steve can only barely shake the urge to pull Eddie in and lick the sticky remains of syrup from his lips, it’s nice to just sit here with his friend, falling into easy, pleasant conversation without a worry in the world.

Only when they’re ready to leave and Eddie opens the door to the van for him, Steve remembers that there’s this thing they need to talk about.

So, when Eddie stops the car in the driveway to his apartment, Steve feels a wave of nausea overcoming him that has nothing to do with the remnants of a drunken night.

Cautious of his steps, Steve follows Eddie inside, where the latter offers him a can of coke before they settle in the living room.

Side by side, so close their thighs are almost touching, Steve can feel Eddie’s body heat radiating off him and it takes a lot not to lean closer, not to lay his hand on Eddie jiggling knee, not to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“So, uh,” Eddie starts turning to properly face Steve. “about yesterday.”

Eddie’s eyes are wide, mouth twitching around words that are fighting to come out.

“What was that? I mean- did you mean it?”

Steve contemplates his answer carefully; this is his one chance to get it right. He doesn’t want to come off as desperate, doesn’t want to scare Eddie away with a confession that might be too big for him to handle.

“I think-“ Steve shakes his head, trying to find better words. “I like you, Eddie. Like you a lot. And I didn’t really know it myself until I saw you on stage yesterday. Until I saw you making out with Jeff and realised, I wanted it to be me.”

He looks down, nervously rubbing his hands up and down his thighs until Eddie stops him with his own hand on top of Steve’s right.

“Hey, look at me.”

Eddie’s other hand comes up to his face, gentle fingers stroking the sharp edge of his jaw before it settles on his cheek.

“I like you, too. And I would like to- I’d like to kiss you again if that’s okay?”

The Eddie sitting next to him right now is so different from the Eddie last night – the wild menace of a man, too eager to get his tongue between Steve’s lips. He looks at him almost shy, eyes full of stars and hope and Steve can’t take it anymore. Has to feel him. Touch him. Kiss him. Again.

He doesn’t answer Eddie’s question with words, just leans in, and presses a firm but gentle kiss to the other man’s lips. Eddie tastes like black coffee and syrup, sweet and bitter and it’s so much better than it was last night. This feels real, not like a dream-like sequence he wasn’t sure he didn’t just make up in his mind when he woke up to the memory this morning.

Eddie’s lips are a little chapped but Steve still thinks they’re the softest thing he’s ever felt on his own when they move together, unhurried, tentatively exploring each other with their mouths, and tongues, and teeth.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to lose their patience, the desire for more of each other taking the lead of their actions. Eddie is on top of him before Steve knows what happens, sitting in his lap as he grinds his middle against Steve’s. They haven’t stopped kissing, haven’t stopped touching. Eddie’s hands are all over him – in his hair, at the back of his neck, beneath his shirt – and all Steve can to his hold on tight, hands grabbing his ass, pulling him impossibly closer against his growing hardness.

This isn’t the first time Steve made out with another man. He’s had his fair share of hook ups with guys and girls alike. But nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect, like Eddie was made for him and he for Eddie.

“Want to see you, baby. All of you.”

Naked, he doesn’t say but Steve understands him anyway, feels the same flaming desire to get Eddie out of his clothes. The memory of his bare chest still burned into his mind – Steve wants more of that, wants everything. He wants to take him to bed and touch him where he’s never touched him before. Kiss every inch of his body, every tattoo and scar. Wants to worship every sacred piece of skin with his tongue, if Eddie lets him.

Eddie’s bed is unmade, just like Steve left his own this morning. The blinds are closed but the sun sneaks in through the cracks, illuminating the room in a warm hue. Eddie looks beautiful in this light, even more so than he did last night, and Steve thinks he could just look at him like this forever. But arousal and want take hold of his brain, turn him into something wild and feral when he pushes Eddie down into the sheets and hovers over him. His fingers find der way to Eddie’s waistband, unbuttoning his jeans before he pulls them off in a haste. That causes Eddie to giggle and throw him a condescending look as he braces himself on his elbows to look up at him.

“Eager, are we?”

Steve makes quick work of stepping out of his own pants, shirt and socks coming off next before he crawls on top of Eddie, bracketing his hips with his knees.

Eddie lifts himself up to catch Steve’s mouth in another kiss, parting under protest when Steve pulls his shirt off over his head.

“So beautiful.”

He lets his fingers dance over Eddie’s exposed chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos with gentle strokes before he gives into the urge to swipe his thumbs over Eddie’s pierced nipples. Eddie shudders and lets out a soft moan, eyes closed, revelling in the feeling on Steve’s mouth sucking bruises into his neck.

“Ah, fuck, Steve. Was dreaming about this for so long.”

Eddie’s confession spurs Steve on, goes straight down where he can feel his own hardness throb against Eddie’s where they meet in the middle, causing him to grind down again and again just to hear more of Eddie’s quiet pleas.

“Stevie, please. Need you. Touch me, please.”

Their boxers finally find their way to the floor when Steve makes himself comfortable between Eddie’s thighs, his legs bent at the knees to give Steve the perfect view on his most private parts. Eddie is hard and his hole is tight and Steve can’t decide what he wants to taste first. He dips down to lick over the head of Eddie’s leaking cock before taking him in, closing his lips around the tip, sucking, licking, flicking his tongue around until Eddie cries out in desperation.

“Oh God, please, Steve! Stop teasing me! I’m already so close!”

Steve wants more of the taste, more of Eddie, all of him. Wants to take his time to devour him, swallow him, eat him out – so he stops.

“Stevie, please.” Eddie’s voice is weak and it sounds like a beautiful melody to Steve’s ears.

“Shh, let me take my time,” he whispers against the soft skin on the inside of Eddie thighs where he trails kisses up and down, delighted at the way Eddie trembles beneath him.

Steve takes Eddie��s hand and brings two fingers to his own lips, sucks them in like he did with his cock just moments before. Eddie keens and writhes like it’s making him lose his mind and Steve watches him, thinks this is even a better show than seeing him on stage with his guitar strapped around him.

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” Steve says into a kiss before he lets go of Eddie’s hand and crawls back down between his legs.

The first contact of Steve’s tongue with Eddie’s tight muscle ignites a firework in his mind. Eddie tastes like something distinctly human, like him in his purest form and Steve feels himself salivate at the sensation as he circles the rim. His eyes are cast up to where Eddie’s spit slicked fingers are wrapped around his own hardness, stroking himself like Steve told him to do.

Soon, Steve has two fingers inside Eddie’s clenching hole, prodding his digits in sync with Eddie’s strokes, quicker and harder by the minute. It’s beautiful to watch him, to see him slowly falling apart, makes his own cock twitch and throb, begging to be touched. He curls his free hand around his own hardness and begins to jerk himself rough and dirty to the whimpering sound of the mean beneath him.

“Fuck, Steve. I’m gonna-“

“Come with me, Eddie.”

That’s all it takes. With one last thrust into his hole, Eddie comes with a cry, spilling his release all over himself. Steve follows shortly after, adding to the mess, before he pulls out his fingers and drops heavy on top of Eddie.

It takes them a while to catch their breaths but eventually, Eddie untangles himself from Steve’s body to get a towel from his closet and wipe them both clean.

Back in bed, Eddie rests his head on Steve’s chest, fingers scraping through the dark patch of hair while Steve rubs a hand down the length of Eddie’s side.

“I could stay like this forever,” he confesses without meaning to, too lost in the feeling of Eddie’s warm body pressed against his.

“Does that mean I can’t make out with Jeff on stage anymore?”

Eddie’s question catches him off-guard, sends a riot of jealousy and regret through his blood. But when Steve lifts his head to look down at Eddie, he finds two sparkling eyes looking back and a huge grin on the other man’s face.

“Oh, you shithead,” Steve scoffs. “But as a matter of fact- No. You can’t. You’re mine now.”

Steve tilts his head back down, smiling self-satisfied at the ceiling when he can hear Eddie gasp for air.

“Do you mean it?” Eddie’s propped up on his arms, looking expectantly at Steve and when their eyes meet again, Steve nods.

“If you want that?”

The answer is given to him in the form of a kiss, deep and passionate, dripping with devotion from the man that stole his heart and can have it for the rest of his life.

Today. Tomorrow. And Every day after that.

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