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Steve Harrington was on edge . Like he was standing in front of a cliff, like he’d been standing there so long he wasn’t even sick from the dizzying height, like there was no turning back but only moving forward. Into the fucking river that rushed below.
Since he’d burst into that shed and been pinned to the wall by Eddie Munson of all people. Really, since he’d felt a strange pang in his heart at boy scout camp eight summers ago, when he first laid eyes on a floppy-haired boy, a bit older, and not looked him in the eye once his whole stay. So, yes, Steve knew he liked boys. Just this particular boy was making him feel something he hadn’t before.
Which is how he ended up here. On his back, AC blasting, not nearly cold enough, alone, world secured for the time being. Trying and failing to fantasize about anything besides Eddie’s big, cold hands on his throat, holding Steve in place. Steve wouldn’t press forward, unless he would, feel that gentle pressure, put himself in Eddie’s capable hands.
Trying and failing , being the operative phrase. “Fuck it,” Steve mumbled to himself, glancing at the vest hanging off his desk chair. “I’ll fucking atone for this later.”
Steve uncapped the lube he kept in his bedside table, and fully leaned in to his fantasy. What would Eddie do, what would Eddie say, how would Eddie be ? A big toothy grin, fingers running across a guitar, long curls framing wild eyes. Steve was fucked.
After tugging his dick a few times, his brain halted on a particular fantasy. Eddie, above Steve, hand on his neck, pressing, pressing, pressing. Not even touching Steve’s dick, like Steve was barely there at all, just a pretty something for Eddie to push and pull and play with.
Steve was harder than he’d ever been in his life. He was so close. Just a little more, just a little something.
Experimentally, Steve moves his left hand up to his neck and presses. Oh god, he’s right there, Eddie’s hands would be better, but Steve’ll have to do with this for now, just a little more, a little harder, a little faster.
Nopenopenope. Hard nope. Steve sputtered out a cough. It was not nearly as sexy as in his fantasy. It just didn’t work without Eddie there. Unfortunately for Steve, that was never gonna happen.
Any arousal Steve felt had been thoroughly wiped by his unfortunate coughing fit. Another night on the edge, unrealized desires. Sleep it was.