#THE OTHER METALSANDWICH

[shieldofiron]

His boyfriends are so mean to him.

[plistommy]

A known fact

[runraerun]

Goodbye Neil

Written for the @metalsandwichbingo event! Filling my B1 square: “Do you think it’s going to fit?”

AO3 • Rated: M • WC: 6.6k • Tags: MurderBoyfriends!AU, Injured!Billy, Dark!Eddie, SupportiveBoyfriend!Steve. Lots of pet names. • Beta: @dame-zoom-a-lot

Summary:

After Neil finally goes too far and lands Billy in intensive care, his boyfriends rush to his side.

Eddie and Steve hold Billy’s hand and they work out a plan, and it doesn’t take them long to decide:

That Neil had to die.

[female-woman-wiffman-lass]

Though in think tank:

It's just the two of us (three actually, its a tricycle now)

harringroveson, metalsandwhich

just the two of them wanting the same guy and finding each other

while said guy is trying to be filling. they're having the feels and steve is horny. he's fine though. I'll decide if I can keep this going. they will fuck nasty. in like, the next parts.

Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are hooking up. They've got a good thing going on.

They're into each other, they have stuff in common, be it music, the fashion, their preferences. They're fast and quick. Furious and sharp, all teeth when they're together. Get a thrill and kind of comfort with how consistent and similar they could be. They bounce off and work each other to heights. It feels like it's only the two of them, like steel sharpening steel. In this small hick town.

Billy's always felt a lot, even more now he's stuck here. Always ran hot now he's stuck in a chilly, dreary town, used to feel like he could breathe slow and easy out there but not when he's stuck here. And with Eddie. Well, Eddie always wanted more, knows he's made for more. He's flagging half-heartedly in a small town, and now Billy has to tuck himself in. They both always feel bigger on the inside. No one is like them. Not in the way they know.

No one else feels jagged or rough. Neither Eddie nor Billy know anyone who can stop the itch, the aches in their jaw, the tightness.

Enter Steve Harrington. Just, not really.

Now, Steve seemed exactly nothing like either of them. Yes, he's masculine. A man. But he's not.. like them. Not dark or sharp, probably not what either of them would experience, probably doesn't feel like a whirlwind in his body, doesn't scratch. But it doesn't stop either of them from ogling. Shooting the shit with each other, letting out comments and thoughts on guys the've seen. And even if Harrington was open, or experimenting, or anything that would lead preppy jocks astray, he probably wouldn't be any good. Wouldn't be fun, no matter how pretty. No matter how soft.

Billy and Eddie's standards on the anyone in Hawkins, any man they might think of in the sense they'd think of each other. None for now, just them. Clocked each other so fast and collided with each other like a car crash. But both can agree, yeah. Steve's hot.

Billy's been knowing about it, having been hanging out with Steve. Knowing who he is, mostly on the court. Gets a kind of satisfaction being able to push this boy around.

And Eddie, who's there with his comments as they talk, will also have assumptions. He's known the guy longer. (If he ever really knew him. What more do you need when everyone else knows some.)

"Bill, he's just the usual, man." He takes a drag out of his cigarette, leaning on the side of his van. "Harrington. He's just a dude. I mean we're in Hawkins. Pretty boys like him got to be repressed. One way or another."

He scoffs, turning his head to him, eyebrows raised and hands waving vaguely in front of him, "have you seen him with Tommy? Before you came around those two were—" he puts up a tight fist and shakes it, like it would mean something. "Y'know? Tommy boy's been trailing after him since eighth grade."

Billy let's out a sharp laugh, stealing Eddie's cigarette, "calling me a homewrecker, Munson?"

"Is it homewrecking when you 'wreck' both parties? You ensnare Tommy away from the King and then you come round to have a chat with Harrington in the showers?" He let's Billy have the cigarette, crossing his arms as he leans in closer, "which, what was that about?"

(Eddie's been in this town, longer than the fresh meat Billy was supposed to be. Has seen the King parading around, stuck in his own little world. Head up in the clouds and not bothering to look down and check if his feet were even touching the ground. Til '83 that is.

It was weird. After Nancy Wheeler, sometime in November with all of them being gone for a while after two people go missing —one was Byers' little brother he remembers, he wasn't sure who the other one was, a girl?—only to come back with Wheeler on Jonathan Byers side of all places. Sweet and looking at each other like they've found someone who understands. Found someone who knows life outside. As if they knew there'd be more out there.

And Steve. Steve looked settled. Looked normal and still moving even when he looked at either of them, the couple. Like he knows he's small in this stupid town but doesn't feel tight in his own skin. That even though he hasn't found anyone like that, and even lost something he's still fine. That he's seen more and knows better even when he stood still. He's found out about the same things Byers and Wheeler had. Went through the motions. Was just waiting for a pin drop to be able to live. It fascinated, Eddie. He envied it. He scoffs in his mind, what would Steve Harrington know?

Will he ever get to know? The boy and the why?)

Billy rolls his eyes, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out, dropping it on the concrete for hi to stomp, "fucking nothing, Edward."

Not nothing. He heard Eddie and his 'normal dude' rant. But he can't fool Billy. He knows the guy saw the same thing in Harrington he did. He was different and radiant in this stupid town while also fitting in perfectly. He was fucking lame and didn't know a single thing. But. He also knew some things. Makes it seem like the things he knows were life altering

Harrington was an enigma. A person with thoughts and feelings and in some kind of state. He was your average fucking prep. Image obsessed, vain, and so impossibly normal. And a flea who only knows the jar can't jump over the cap. But Steve. It's like he doesn't care. He doesn't know why he only knows this side of The King's rebrand. How he only knows one side to the story. How he knows Tommy and his weird obsession with Steve and how he left, and turned fucking bitch. Acted like he was now bottom of the barrel. But the King (although Billy has a feeling he isn't one anymore) is fine. Acted like dropping his nuclear friend group and demographic was nothing. Which in the grand scheme of things, maybe it wasn't. But it's supposed to be something, to boys like Steve Harrington. He doesn't know why he cares.

"Ouuh, fucking nothing, Edward, blah blah. Also, don't call me that." He huffs. "You're not the only one thirsting, William. Everyone wants, envies, covets at a piece of Steve Harrington. But again, he's just a dude. Hell, I had the hots for him too. Besides," he knocks shoulders with Hargrove, finger going up to flick at his piercing then to loop around a blonde curl.

"Ya got me right now."

Billy looks at him with considering gaze, before smirking. He straightens up off the van, "you wish, freak." He goes round to the back of the van, opening it up, before crawling in.

Eddie grins, scampering off after him. He pushes the both of them obssesed with Steve Harrington bit away from his mind. He's hanging with Billy.

Steve frowns a bit as he sees both men hop into the back of Munson's van. He was just passing by the parking lot. He sighs, scratching his head. He needs to go to another fucking bar. His nightmares are acting up again. Who knew the eerie light of the pool and his own house lights would make him twitch? What a life. He's okay though, pretty sure.

He smiles as he hops in the car. A night in Indy will fix him up. Surely. It always does. (And although Nancy –and Jonathan suprisingly– were worried, he assures them both as sweetly as he could that it was definitely not alcoholism. It's either more or less better than they expected. But he's glad his new friends slash two wheels he third wheels slash co-monster fighters were worried.)

As he drives off, he takes a glance at the rear view mirror, before shaking his head. Why would they hook up out in the open, in that back of the guy's van in a parking lot? Sure they could be hotboxing or some shit and smoking the weed in that dweeb Munson's lunchbox but Steve doubts that. With how hot the both of then are and how intensely they were looking at each other they were for sure fucking. He thought at least Hargrove would know better.

"Shame, shame," he shrugs, even though no one can see him, his expression set in 'it is what it is.' He wonders what he should wear and what he should order. He licks his lips and hums happily. He gets to feel alive for the weekend.

[mispatchedgreens]

celestial bodies, celestial boys. this sandwich consists of ionised metal, nuclear fusions and keeping balance through mutual gravity

[waldos-art]

Sometimes you just gotta sit and smoke with your boys. I suppose we can excuse the shoes on the couch.

[runraerun]

Ahhhhh! Honoured to make the cut!! And god, this art!!! it’s so incredible. I love each and every piece so much. <3 You’re so talented, i love your brain sm. 🧠💕

For real though, the fandom is so much richer for having you in it, bestie!!

Can’t wait to spiral some more with you/get inspired by you/make each other worse in 2025!👯‍♀️🥂✨

Some art I've drawn for fics I loved this year. Thank you for sharing your amazing work!💜

(and one for my own fic to make it even haha)

Scorpio Skies by @azrielgreen (steddie)

Show me what you got by @runninriot (steddie)

Give me a call if you ever get desperate, I'll be like one of your girls by @notesappwitch (steddie)

Prism by @azrielgreen & @thorniest-rose (metalsandwich)

Proximity by me (steddie)

Wet dreams by @runninriot (steddie)

Blinking Red Light by @cuips-not-cute (steddie)

The Long Night by @noxdrawstrash (metalsandwich)

Exactly what it looks like by @bilbosmom-belladonna (steddie)

More below↴

Steddie

Room Service by @finalmoondragon (Pray) 'til I go blind by @sleepy-steve Lover you can't be wrong by @gayjinkies Sport Performance by @entanglednow Call my bluff when I roll the dice @gayjinkies

Harringrove

In the water, with you by @azrielgreen When the bones are good by @un-buttoned Put up your dukes by @runraerun mind my wicked words (and tipsy topsy slurs) by @un-buttoned The art of the dick pic by @lazybakerart

Metalsandwich

If I stare too long by @brawlite & ToAStranger Rooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) by @azrielgreen

Mungrove

Bonafied Lovin' (tough guys) by @runraerun

There's plenty more, but this will have to do for now.

[now-showing-at-the-hawk-events]

   Now Showing At The Hawk

       🎟MetalSandwich Movie Mania🎟

Tag for the event is #MetalSandwichMovies24

Welcome to the MetalSandwich Movie Event! I hope everyone will have a good time and make new friends as we create or appreciate the cool stuff that comes out of this event!

After a movie night with some friends on discord where we watched The Lost Boys, the idea came about to me to have a Week, seven days with a prompt for each day, with the date and prompts announced months in advance so everyone has time to make something for it!

We held the event and so many of you participated and had a lovely time, I knew I wanted to keep it up!

The prompts will be focused on movies from any time BEFORE 2000! Go back as far as you want! The date for the event is November 10th through 23rd!

Remember, even if you can't participate, you can still join in by showing others your love and support! You could even join the discord to hang out or have a movie night!

Tag for the event is #MetalSandwichMovies24!

           The Official Prompts!

Nov 10th - Musical Movie Day

Nov 11th - Animated Movie Day

Nov 12th - SciFi Movie Day

Nov 13th - Fantasy Movie Day

Nov 14th - Action Movie Day

Nov 15th - Adventure Movie Day

Nov 16th - Romance Movie Day

Nov 17th - Historical Movie Day

Nov 18th - Horror Movie Day

Nov 19th - Creature Feature Movie Day

Nov 20th - Free Genre Movie Day

Nov 21st - Iconic Movie Day (EX: Labyrinth, Rambo, Nosferatu, Etc)

Nov 22nd - Cult Classic Movie Day

Nov 23rd - Final Day to Post

     Read more for Rules & FAQs

What is accepted for the event?

Anything! Fan fiction, fan art, photo edits, moodboards, fan videos, playlists, cosplays, you name it! Just let your creativity go!

Is there a minimum word count or something similar for other projects?

Not at all! Go wild, write drabbles, do anything!

I will ask that any videos include captioning and images include alt text to be considerate towards our friends with visual and/or auditory processing difficulties!

How strict do we have to stick to the prompts?

Good question! With the variety and freedom of the prompts I hope you'll have plenty of wiggle room. And maybe you don't feel any movie au in particular but still want to participate? Maybe the boys just have a movie night watching a movie of your choice or they're actors! Who knows, you do! ;) I just want everyone to have fun. If you'd like any movie suggestions, let us know and we'll make a post!

I might run a little late in posting? Is that okay?

Life happens and it sucks! The dates are good for organization and giving everyone a clear schedule to try to keep to. But anything made specifically for this event will be accepted as long as it is posted sometime before the end of the year. Otherwise, there's always next year!

I'd like to chat, maybe share ideas, or just show love for our favorite guys! Is there a discord?

Yes! It's 18+ and you can join us here!

Cool! Is there a Twitter?

Also yes! Give us a follow and share!

What kind of ratings and content are allowed?

This is an explicit, kink, and Dead Dove friendly event as we are dealing with many kinds of movies, including horror! All ratings welcome! Just make sure to tag appropriately. If you're unsure and need help with tagging, reach out via DM and we'll give our best suggestions.

[medusapelagia]

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[shieldofiron]

I see them everywhere??? I can't help it???

(screen-caps from the Duke's of Hazzard.)

[chickensoupleg]

The girl version because I saw Squid and then the Girlcell activated.

Anyways idea where Eddie and Chrissy as the sheep. Straight up sheep, maybe sheep people just chilling. Eddie's the black sheep of the herd, Chrissy is like the shepherd's favourite little princess. Heather and Steve are the herding dogs, Steve border collie and Heather a sheltie and of course the sheep love them. And of course they picked favourites and all that. Snuggles and everything. Makes sure no harm comes to them (or the others).

Anyways so then the wolves come in. Wolf Billy being wolf Billy and Steve getting protective and oh boy, plot! They get comfortable with each other even though Billy is very aggressive and seems to really like putting himself into Steve's space and somehow into Eddie's space (He is a weird sheep and actively puts himself into Billy's embrace not because he has a death wish but because Eddie sees something in this guy who is very much a predator to his prey) and basically Eddie has to fight them both off with a stick (Eddie: Go get it boy! / Steve and Billy: *Proceeds to run after it together and then stare at each other because they really just did that*) but otherwise they really enjoy Eddie.

On the other end Robin is just being a massive lesbian and really wants Chrissy but cannot find the right way to approach her without scaring her off and Heather keeps an eye on her. Not in an 'I want to eat her' way but also yeah in an 'I want to eat her' way. Affectionate eating her. They also somehow bond because Chrissy is at first hesitant but decides Robin isn't that bad and chats with her through the fence. Heather is of course dragged into it because she's gotta keep the herd (Chrissy) safe.

Steve and Robin also become friends still because there is no way they're not. Dog wolf friendship bonding time.

Alternately it has nothing to do with animals and Billy and Robin are just raging homosexuals for their respective 'sheep' while Steve and Heather are just mildly concerned about how aggressively they go about it.

As insisted by friend.

[plistommy]

Billy: Stop being a fucking pussy and lift it!

Eddie: I can’t! It’s too heavy, man!

Billy: *stomping towards Steve and lifting him up easily while Steve was washing the dishes*

Steve: Billy, what—

Billy: You wanna be able to hold him like this? Right?Then lift the fucking barbell, bitch!

Eddie: Shit, OKAY! *bench presses 50lbs*

Billy: YES!!

Steve: *still carried around by Billy*

Steve: I hate you guys

[makeadealwithdean]

for the love of a drug - harringroveson

pairing: metalsandwich (steve harrington x billy hargrove x eddie munson)

words: 7k

a/n: right, so this is my first fic this year (how embarrassing), but i've been working on this off and on since january. it's also my first threesome fic, so that's exciting! anyway, lmk what you think please!

warnings/tags: smut (18+ only! minors dni, i will scream), pwp, threesome (yayyy), dom/sub vibes, oral sex, anal, light daddy kink (it's said a total of one [1] time) dom!eddie, sub!steve, switch!billy

“You staying in the car?” Billy asked gruffly. 

 Steve looked at him from the passenger seat with that little soft smile. Smirk, more like it. Billy was more than familiar with that look. It was the look Steve always gave him whenever Billy requested something of him, Steve knew what he wanted him to say, and yet, he was about to say the exact opposite. Billy preemptively groaned inwardly

 Sure enough, Steve hummed in that light, airy tone of his, “No, that’s okay. I’ll come in with you.”

 Billy rolled his eyes, but knew it was pointless trying to argue with him. Steve loved for his boyfriend to boss him around in the bedroom, but when it came to scenarios that were less…sexual, Steve much preferred to make his own decisions and did. 

 Billy swung himself out of the camaro and rounded the front. He opened the passenger side door, extending his hand to his pretty boy in the seat, who had been waiting for just that. 

 “Alright, c’mon, princess,” Billy gave him an extremely brief and obviously fake smile, to which Steve just laughed, and took his hand, climbing delicately out of the lower seat. 

 Billy closed the car door after his lanky boyfriend and stepped in front of him, still reaching backwards to keep Steve’s hand intertwined with his, leading him towards the entrance of the trailer sitting in front of them. It was dark, but the park was dimly lit, and the trailer itself had warm light shining from the windows. 

 Billy marched them both up the steps of the trailer and rapped sharply on the door. He could feel Steve standing one step below him, but pressed against his back, keeping close as always. He almost smiled at the thought.    Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock again, the door flew open. Eddie Munson stood on the other side, hand on the door knob, and gestured them in with a weird mix between a bow and a curtsy. He greeted Billy with his signature jester-like smirk and an unsurprised, “Hargrove.”

 Only when Billy stepped forward to come in, guiding Steve along with him, did Munson even seem to notice Billy wasn’t alone. He made an exaggerated expression of surprise, pressing his hand over his chest, “It couldn’t be!” Eddie gasped dramatically. “Steve Harrington? Thee King Steve is standing in my living room?” He swept his arm out wide in another odd bow of sorts and reached for Steve’s unoccupied hand, taking it in his own and inclining his forehead towards the brunette. 

 Billy’s boyfriend just blinked down at the metalhead, whose hand was encircling his fingers as if Steve were the belle of the ball, and…wait, was Steve blushing? Billy gritted his teeth, “Munson…” The word came out lower than Billy had even intended it to; his voice held an obvious warning.

 Eddie dropped Steve’s hand and stood up straight, even held his hands up in a gesture of peace, but his smirk told Billy that he really wasn’t fazed in the slightest. Fucker.

 “So,” Munson said, clapping his hands together, “what can I do for you boys?”

 “Need some weed,” Billy told him, and if he was still gripping Steve’s hand possessively, well, that was his own business. “For both of us.”

 “No problem,” Eddie held up a finger in a “one moment” gesture and ducked down a hallway, probably to his bedroom. He returned a few seconds later, holding that metal lunchbox he carried around school all the time. He flopped down on the couch and gestured for Billy and Steve to sit as he undid the box’s clasp. Billy opted to remain standing, arms crossed over his chest, but Steve perched delicately on the arm of the couch, peering curiously in Eddie’s box, with his hand wrapped gently around Billy’s inner thigh. Not sexually, but more in a way of keeping him near. Billy smiled inwardly at the thought.

 “Right,” Eddie finished rifling through his stash and produced a plastic baggie, decently full. “Half ounce should last you long enough. Let’s say…$40?”

 Billy cleared his throat, “About that. Look, I won’t get paid for another week, but Steve and I really need it now. We were hoping you’d wanna front, just the once?” 

Billy wasn’t one for begging, was hardly even one for asking nicely, but Steve had, in fact begged him, with those annoyingly irresistible puppy eyes, no less, to get them some. He’d even offered to pay for it himself, but Billy had refused that, too. Forced Steve to leave his wallet at home even. Billy might be a massive asshole, but to Steve exclusively, he’d resolved to be a gentleman…at least, as much as possible. Over his dead body would his pretty boy be paying for Billy’s drugs, even if Steve was partaking as well.

Eddie was shaking his head though, “Nope, sorry, I don’t do any type of loans, or transactions where you ‘owe’ me. S’not that I don’t trust you, though…” he waved his hand dismissively as if chasing away the implication that he, in fact, did not trust them, “just not how I roll. Gotta pay up front, or it’s no deal.” He snapped his box shut with a metallic clunk.

Billy sighed, and Steve tugged on his arm, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable, “Please, I really need some nowwww.” Billy sighed again.

“C’mon, Munson, really?” He gestured helplessly towards Steve, who was now directing his big sad-eyed gaze at Eddie.

“Aww, looks like your Stevie needs his drugs bad,” Eddie cooed before returning to his normal voice. “Sorry boys. I don’t front, not even to Hawkins royalty.” He directed a two-fingered salute and a smirk towards Steve, another nod to “King Steve,” of course. “Although…” Eddie pondered aloud, pausing and grinning wickedly as his tone dripped with insinuation, “I do accept alternative forms of payment.”

Billy’s eyes widened and then narrowed, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, but also, he was pissed about it. Steve put his hand on Billy’s forearm though, and Billy felt the surge of anger melt away to mild annoyance, and a little bit of surprise at the metalhead’s audacity. “No. Not gonna happen,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Steve tugged on his arm though, and forced him to lean down so he could whisper, lips brushing gently on his ear, “Please, please, Bills. I really want his weed, and also…” Steve hesitated as if he wasn’t sure continuing was a good idea or not. “Also, he’s not ugly,” he finally decided. 

Billy glared at him sideways. He definitely wasn’t thrilled about that admission, but he knew Steve loved him, and he couldn’t even pretend to be mad when Steve looked like that, eyes like a baby deer, and god, he was blushing. Billy loved when Steve got all flustered. He clenched his jaw, and gritted out, “Fine, what is it that you want, Munson?”

Eddie’s eyebrows raised in surprise, probably surprise that Billy hadn’t just punched him on the spot, but Eddie stood anyway— he seemed taller now somehow to Billy— and took a step towards the blond, who held his ground. Eddie was staring him down, but Billy didn’t get flustered easily. He stared back, but to his credit, Eddie didn’t seem fazed either. Actually, he seemed fucking amused. He wasn’t smiling, not even a smirk, but there was some kind of twinkle in his brown eyes that got on Billy’s nerves. “What I want,” Eddie said slowly, emphasizing the “t” in want so hard that Billy blinked, “is for you to drop the fucking attitude.”

Billy’s brain glitched.

Steve’s jaw dropped. He looked back and forth between his boyfriend and Eddie, a clear expression of “oh-my-god-Billy’s-gonna-kill-him” written all over his pretty face.

Eddie kept his eyes locked on Billy’s, staring him down, making it really fucking clear exactly who was in charge here.

And Billy?

Well, Billy was still absolutely dumbfounded. He blinked hard, trying to clear the fog that had settled around his brain since Eddie had opened his mouth. It didn’t clear much, just enough to make him aware of the pressure now building below his beltline. He swallowed hard, frowning, and opened his mouth to tell Munson, that no one, repeat, no one, bossed him around like that, but Eddie tilted his chin up further before Billy could even begin to get the words out.

“Ah, ah,” Eddie tutted, looking down his nose at the blond who was now very slightly shrinking before him. “I know you weren’t about to argue with me, Billy, now were you?”

Billy wanted to shrug, feign indifference, act entirely unaffected. Though secretly he was thinking that Steve was a little bit right about one thing. Munson wasn’t ugly. And if he was honest with himself, letting the metalhead boss him around wasn’t the worst thing in the world. In fact, his dick seemed to like the idea a little more than Billy himself was comfortable with, and he was worried it was starting to show. His power stance might’ve wavered just slightly.

With Steve, Billy was always the one in charge. That’s just the way they both liked it…but. But maybe he’d also enjoy…not being in charge for once? Steve had seen the soft sides of him before, and he’d trust his Stevie with his life, and yet…the fucking wild stallion that was his stubbornness bucked at the idea of Steve seeing him as anything other than in charge. 

But–

But Steve wanted the weed badly.

But Munson wasn’t that ugly.

But Steve was okay with this, and Billy’s own dick was more than okay with this.

And Eddie was staring him down, still waiting for his response. Waiting for him to deny that he’d had the urge to fucking argue. Waiting for him to…submit?

Yep, he’d bet the money he didn’t have that that’s exactly what Eddie was waiting for him to do. He’d also bet that it had something to do with his own popularity bowing to the freak’s…obvious lack of that. He wanted to tell him to fuck off, wanted to growl at him to find somebody else to get off to, but.

But his legs had decided differently, apparently. Or more accurately, his fucking knees.

The next thing Billy knew, he was kneeling, sitting back on his heels, in the middle of Munson’s living room. He blinked, cause when the hell had he made the decision to do that? Fuck it, it happened. Mortified and probably beet red, but determined not to show it, he forced himself to look up at the freak, who looked shocked for a second, looked at Steve, who was still perched on the edge of the couch, and then, looking back at the boy knelt for him, stepped forward so that Billy was properly at his feet. 

Billy waited— for what, he wasn’t sure exactly. Munson looked like he was about to let out one of those signature obnoxious victory cries, probably to further humiliate him, but instead, Eddie just grinned wickedly. As Billy watched, he raised his ring-clad hand to rest briefly on top of the head of golden curls before forcing it down so that Billy was staring down at his own denim-wrapped thighs. 

Fuck. Munson wanted his head bowed too? The clear show of dominance would’ve made his cock kick in his jeans if it’d had the room to move even the slightest. As it was, he felt like it was being restricted, strangled even, and he hated the desperation it gave away. Billy wanted so badly to press the heel of his hand to the tent in his jeans, to readjust, anything really. But he had the feeling that wouldn’t go over well with the lanky metalhead towering over him.

Billy felt like he was vibrating out of his skin, fighting for air trying to anticipate Munson’s next move. But Eddie just stepped back a bit, and Billy could just barely see him gesturing towards Steve out of his periphery. He looked up just barely and watched as Eddie looked at Steve, raising his eyebrows and flicking his gaze and his hand down towards the floor where Billy was kneeling. Billy hurriedly looked back to his thighs, because apparently, he gave a shit whether or not Eddie found him in the position he’d just placed him in.

He heard Eddie snap his fingers once, and within seconds, Billy felt an arm brush his shoulder as his Stevie knelt delicately beside him. He nudged Billy’s shoulder, and Billy chanced a look at him. His brown doe-eyes were relaxed and happy; he nodded, and the tiny reassuring smile on his face was enough to make Billy feel like he could breathe again. 

It’s okay. Steve’s okay. This is okay… to feel.

Billy returned Steve’s nod and exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. Steve smiled at him again, satisfied that he wasn’t silently freaking out, and bowed his head, resting in the same position that Eddie had placed Billy in a minute ago. The same position that Billy usually liked Steve to assume when he knelt for him. 

Steve’s comfort and familiarity with the position was evident in his limbs. He looked soft and relaxed. Pliant. Maybe not as pliant as he usually looked, Billy thought. That was reserved for Billy, and Billy alone. But comfortable enough that Billy would bet that Munson could sense their usual dynamic— if he hadn’t already picked up on it from how on guard Billy was when it came to people interacting with Steve. 

Munson stepped back forward, standing in front of them equally, and ran a hand through each of their hair. 

“Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully, tugging slightly, tilting Billy’s head up first, then Steve’s. He turned their heads gently one at a time, inspecting their faces as if they were newly acquired toys. “Such pretty boys,” Billy nearly bristled at his own phrase coming out of Eddie’s mouth, “and who knew such royalty could kneel like this? For little ol’ me? I’m blushing.”

But he wasn’t blushing, at all. 

If anything, he snarled the words, still with that smug-ass smirk that normally would’ve made Billy want to punch him, given any other scenario. His grip tightened on their hair, and Billy suppressed a groan at the sudden pleasure-pain that bloomed through his scalp. He might’ve knelt on his own accord, sort of, but he wasn’t about to truly give in that easily. Contrary to the tiny wet patch that darkened the crotch of his jeans, Billy wasn’t that fucking easy. He wasn’t.

Steve, however, was always beautifully reactive, especially to having his hair pulled. Billy knew this, and yet still, he almost choked at the sound that escaped Steve’s throat. The prettiest type of moan, light and airy almost, and so perfectly Steve.

Eddie clearly appreciated the sound as well. He chuckled darkly, drawling, “Steve Harrington. Why am I not surprised you like having your hair pulled? I always knew you were a little slut.” His gaze fell back on Billy. “See, Hargrove? Harrington here knows what he’s doing. I want you to let me hear you, got it?”

Billy nodded.

All he got in return was an eyebrow raise and a stern “answer me.”

“Yes,” Billy rasped, his throat dry.

“Yes, sir,” Eddie corrected him, with no room for argument in his tone. 

Billy shook his head. He could kneel, he could moan, but that phrase— it made his skin crawl with memories he’d rather forget. He was worried that Munson would insist, but Eddie seemed to sense that this wasn’t just Billy being defiant. He looked down at him, as Billy pleaded with his eyes. I can’t say that, I can’t say that, I can’t—

“Yes, Eddie, then. That work for you, Hargrove?” His words sounded casual, but something in his eyes was softer, like he was concerned. But, thank god, he didn’t press the issue.

Billy nodded, thanking him mentally, “Yes, Eddie.”

Munson nodded tersely, satisfied. “And for you, Harrington?”

Steve straightened just a bit, “Yes, sir?”

Munson smirked, his air of dominance returning, “Good boy. C’mere.” He motioned him forward to where he’d stepped back to give Billy space, and Steve obediently shuffled forward on his knees until his nose was just inches away from brushing against Eddie’s waistline. Billy saw Steve’s tongue dart out to wet his lips, and by his reaction, Eddie hadn’t missed it either.

“You like what you see, Stevie?” he chuckled, and Billy watched as his boyfriend leaned forward and nuzzled the bulge that tented the front of Eddie’s jeans. Billy’s breath caught in his throat. He’d been in Eddie’s position with Steve more times than he could count, and yet whenever he found himself there, he felt that same surge of protectiveness, possessiveness too, over and over again. 

But this was different. He wasn’t in Munson’s position. He should feel jealous, angry probably, and in any other situation, he probably would’ve. He would’ve pulled Steve behind him, cussed Munson (or whoever) out, and then kicked their ass just for good measure. But knowing they’d all agreed to this beforehand was making him see Steve with another man as…fucking hot.

And Steve’s whisper echoed in his mind, he’s not ugly. 

No, he’s not. Billy’s traitorous brain agreed again.

Suddenly, Billy could pinpoint this feeling that was washing over him, this urge to do something. This urge to join Steve, not to pull him away. 

Again, Billy’s body acted on its own accord, just as it had knelt before, and a whine escaped Billy’s throat. 

Billy himself was just as shocked as Steve and Eddie, who both halted their movements and turned to look at the source of the noise. Munson’s left hand stopped carding through Steve’s hair and extended towards Billy, his other hand still resting on Steve’s shoulder as if to keep him in place.

“Aw, baby,” Eddie teased. “Are you feeling left out?”

Billy nodded, blushing furiously, and mentally cursing himself for showing…weakness? No, longing. Billy Hargrove didn’t need shit, and he certainly didn’t long for anything.

But–but Eddie wasn’t scolding him, wasn’t making fun of him— not in a mean way anyway— wasn’t upset that his moment with Steve had been interrupted. In fact, he seemed pleased to hear something out of Billy.

“C’mere then, sweetheart,” Eddie’s fingers fluttered, urging him forward, but definitely letting him choose whether or not to close the gap between them. “I’m sure Stevie would be happy to share with you.”

Billy forced his knees to walk him forward, until he was once again right next to Steve, who turned to brush his nose against Billy’s cheek, a simple gesture of affection. One that clearly said, It’s okay. I love you. Do this with me.

Billy settled a bit at Steve’s reassurance, and allowed Eddie to run his ring-clad fingers through his hair, purring, “That’sa boy.” When he didn’t tense up at the touch, Munson seemed to take that as the okay to continue once more. His fingers tightened in the golden curls, and he gently forced Billy’s head to tip back until those blue eyes looked up at him expectantly.

Eddie smirked at the open look that must’ve been on his face, “You wanna take ‘em off?” he gestured towards the handcuff belt clasped around his waist, and Billy did. He wanted to so badly all of the sudden. Fucking Munson and his stupid tattoos that were definitely making him harder to resist. 

Billy nodded in response, and the metalhead cocked his stupid eyebrow, waiting. 

Oh, that’s right, Billy remembered. Out loud, he said, “Yes, Eddie.”

Eddie nodded once, smiling like Billy had said the secret password that made him open his legs, and gestured again, “Go ahead then, baby.”

Baby.

Billy’s mind was reeling a little at that. He was a lot of things, but he was rarely ever “baby.” Even to Steve. Mostly because, between the two of them, Steve was undeniably “baby.” But hearing the word drip from Eddie’s lips, he couldn’t help the pleasant tingle up his spine as he reached forward to obey.

The metal was cool against his hands as he flicked the latch to unfasten the belt. It clinked as it fell open, bouncing against Eddie’s thighs as he started on the button of his jeans. They flicked open easily, and when he looked up, Munson gave him another nod, so he tugged the denim down his thighs until the only thing keeping his cock from smacking Billy’s face was a pair of tenting plaid boxers. He tugged those down too after exactly 0.5 seconds of hesitation, and Eddie’s length sprang free.

Fuck. It was…bigger than he expected. By a lot. Shit, it really is always the fucking skinny-ass dudes that are packing. He shook off his brief stupor and prayed that Eddie didn’t catch him drooling as he dragged the fabric down to Munson’s ankles for him to step out of. He kicked it to the side and yanked his shirt off too, those fucking tattoos now on full display.

Billy swallowed hard, but he might have let out a whimper if the wicked grin on Eddie’s face was anything to go by. With a hand each laced into Billy and Steve’s hair, he dragged them both face first towards his crotch, chuckling deeply, “Let’s see what you boys got.”

His musk was overwhelming at first, but Billy couldn’t help but want more of it, instantly burying his nose into the coarse patch of hair right next to his cock. It was Steve that moaned immediately on getting his mouth on the target velvety skin. He lapped at the tip, eager for a taste of the salty bead gathering over and over again at Eddie’s slit. It was exactly what he did for Billy when allowed to. Steve loved sucking cock, and Billy had always considered himself lucky for it, but watching his partner lap up another man’s pre-cum was…really doing it for him.

Billy might’ve whined again, shuffling forward even more so that Eddie’s foot was in between his parted knees, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. He ached to let it out, to let it rub up against Munson’s shin, anything to relieve the pressure, to gain a little much-needed friction.

But Eddie hadn’t allowed it yet.

So he parted his lips to let his tongue dangle out and dragged it along the underside of Eddie’s cock, right along that thick, sensitive vein in the middle. 

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned, and Billy instantly wanted to hear more of it. Steve, ceding to Billy as always, ducked down and angled his head to suck at Eddie’s balls, giving Billy free reign to be the cause of that sound again. 

 Eddie let out a strangled choking noise as Billy took him fully in his mouth. He wrapped his fist around the base, just as he liked for Steve to do for him (and he did for Steve), squeezing slightly, and the man above him groaned in response. Billy pulled off and spat, spreading it over the surface, before shoving him back in, and in reward, fingers scratched against his scalp.

 “Christ, Hargrove,” Munson’s head was thrown back in pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Justtt like that.”

 Steve moaned at the sound of the pleasure his boyfriend was giving away and licked a strip up Eddie’s ballsack, earning himself some attention. “Mm, Stevie— good boy, honey. C’mere,” he commanded, his fingers beckoning. Steve pulled off and shuffled forward, not wholly sure what he wanted from him, placing his chin in Eddie’s waiting hand. 

 Billy kept his steady up and down rhythm, but watched as Eddie pushed Steve’s hair back from his face almost…lovingly? and dropped his hand to the collar of Steve’s clothes. He tugged gently, murmuring, “Off with it.” 

 “Yes sir,” Steve scrambled to obey his quiet demand. He yanked his shirt off and his shoes too. His jeans followed until Billy’s pretty boy was in nothing but his underwear.

 Eddie pulled Billy off his dick by his hair and turned him fully to watch as he said to Steve with a predatory grin, “Lose those too, Harrington.”

 Steve’s eyes flicked to Billy for a second, as if double, triple-checking that Billy was still okay with it. Billy gave him a tiny nod, all that Eddie’s grip would allow, and he swore he saw Steve suppressing a tiny smile as he wiggled out of the fabric. Steve’s dick stood at attention as he looked expectantly up at Eddie, awaiting further instructions.

 “Perfect,” Eddie praised him, and Steve preened under his gaze. “Your turn now, baby. Everything off while your pretty boyfriend sucks my cock for you.”

 Billy groaned out a feeble “Yes, Eddie” as he watched Steve take him in his mouth. Billy shucked off his shirt and boots, listening to the obscene, yet familiar, sound of Steve taking cock down his throat. By the time Billy sat back to tug off his skin tight jeans, Steve was gagging around Munson, his nose pressed into that dark patch of hair that Billy’d found so alluring. 

 Eddie threw his head back with a loud groan as Steve probably pulled one of those mind-blowingly good moves with his tongue that never failed to make Billy’s nuts seize up. He pulled Steve off of his cock by the roots of his ruffled hair and stepped backwards with a breathy, incredulous laugh, “Jesus, Stevie. Who taught you how to suck cock like that?” He made his way to the couch, leaving Billy’s pretty boy on his knees, and plopped down as dramatically as if Steve himself had pushed him.

 Billy couldn’t help it. He snorted and then failed to wipe the subsequent smirk off his face fast enough. Munson’s eyes flicked to where he still knelt on the floor.

 “That funny to you, Hargrove?”

 “Yes, Eddie.”

 “Huh. Well, tell you what. Down that hallway–” he tipped his head onto the back of the couch, eyes closed, and gestured off to Billy’s left “–there’s a bottle of lube on the bedside table. Be a good boy, and fetch it for me, hm?”

 Billy’s cheeks flushed at that last sentence. Much as Steve’s always did when Billy collared and leashed him. He’d never admit it, but he saw the appeal. He fucking got it. That particular phrasing Munson had used on him, like he was a dog… he got it now. It was like the burning in his cheeks went straight to his cock, which kicked like Eddie had tied a string to it and pulled. Thank God his eyes were still closed, waiting for Billy’s response.

 “Yes, Eddie,” he began standing when Munson opened his eyes and called for Steve as Billy made his way down the hall into what he assumed was Eddie’s bedroom. He heard Eddie pat his thigh and tell Steve to straddle him, and Billy knew Steve had done just that when he heard them both groan softly.

 The room was entirely a mess, shit everywhere, like someone (a tornado) had gone digging through a dresser. But Billy was uninterested. The bottle of lube sat on the table by the bed, and he snatched it, before heading back down the hall. 

Immediately, he was met with the sight of Steve in Eddie’s lap, back hunching, as he ground his length against Eddie’s. Those ring-covered hands sat lightly on the skin above Steve’s pale hip bones, stabilizing him as Steve panted, open-mouthed, their sticky foreheads almost touching as he stared down to where their cocks met.

 Billy went to bite back a moan as he reentered the room, but remembering Munson’s order from before, he allowed himself the noise. Eddie looked up from watching Steve grind on him with a cocky grin, licking his lips before gesturing for Billy to come stand behind Steve. 

 All it took was Billy’s touch on his boyfriend’s shoulders for Steve to groan “Billy–” and lean back until his cool, sweaty back was pressed against Billy’s front. He tipped his head back to find Billy with the biggest bambi eyes, the kind he got when he was begging Billy to let him come, “Look– fuck– so close alreadyy,” he whined out, gasping.

 Billy’s hands went automatically to Steve’s chest, fingers immediately finding and toying with his boy’s pebbled nipples, if only to hear him moan louder. His hands pawed at Billy’s forearms as Billy hummed in answer to Steve’s babbling, “Oh, I know, baby. I see, poor, sweet thing. So hard for Eddie an’ me, aren’t ya? Tell him, baby. Ask nicely now.”

 “Eddie,” he hiccuped, hips still bucking, constantly seeking his dealer’s touch, “Sir, getting close! Please, I need–”

 “Hargrove’s cock?” Munson suggested. Steve moaned his agreement instantly, and Billy’s cock concurred, probably leaving a wet smear down Steve’s back even as Munson’s grip on his hips tightened, restricting Steve’s movement and successfully gaining the brunette’s attention back. “How’s this, sweetheart? Hargove’s gonna kneel and open you up nice and pretty. And then, he’s gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna finish sucking me off, m’kay?”

 Steve nodded frantically, earnestly, “Yes, sir, yes, please.”

 “Good boy,” Munson smiled at him, probably just as unable to resist that gaze as Billy was, and gently bumped Steve’s jawline with the back of two fingers– tender, but so quick that Steve didn’t even have the time to lean into him. “Now, baby, you got that lube, right?” Billy nodded. “So perfect for me, Billy,” Eddie snapped his fingers once, pointing down, and Billy dropped to his knees instantly, his chest now about level with Steve’s pretty ass. 

 Munson opened his legs a little further, forcing the boy on his lap to spread a bit for Billy. He pursed his lips and blew cool air gently onto Steve’s winking hole, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. Eddie shushed him gently and pulled him forward, granting Billy even better access and also simultaneously distracting Steve with kisses pressed to his jaw and neck. Billy snapped open the lube as his pretty boy writhed happily in Eddie’s lap and drizzled a good amount onto his fingers. He murmured, “Gonna be cold, baby,” and began circling Steve’s rim, even as the boy wriggled impatiently.

 Steve hissed at the coolness of the gel, but recovered quickly, hips swiveling as if trying to capture Billy’s finger where he wanted it most. At the first press against his entrance, Steve let out a loud moan, eyes closed, his head dropping down towards his chest. This was apparently unacceptable to Eddie, who grabbed Steve’s jaw and lightly shook once, until Steve’s eyes blinked back open, still hazy with pleasure. “Eyes on me, baby,” Eddie commanded. “I wanna watch your face as he opens you up.”

 “Yes, sir,” Steve panted, already out of breath just from Billy’s single touch. Billy pushed his finger in up to the knuckle, and Steve keened, keeping eye contact with Eddie as requested, even as his mouth fell open.

 “That’s it, Hargrove. Give our Stevie what he wants now,” Munson said. Billy took that as a demand to finish prepping him and began to move his finger until Steve’s body relaxed enough for him to add another, and then a third. By the time Billy had three fingers buried in Steve, his pretty boy was almost in tears. Billy could hear it in his voice when he begged Eddie, “Please? Ready now– Want it… please.”

 “Good boy, baby. Ready to let me watch you take Hargrove’s cock up that pretty ass of yours?” Eddie punctuated his question with a slap to the pretty ass in question, and Steve gasped out a wet “Yes, sir.”

 Munson smiled that wicked grin again, but took Steve’s hands with a surprising gentleness. “Alright then, I want you kneeling between my legs, so I can fuck your face while Billy fucks your ass, good?”

 Steve nodded eagerly, and Eddie helped him into position, before leaning back into the couch cushions, smirking, “Okay, Hargrove. Time to impress us,” waving his hand in a “please proceed” gesture that made Billy want to roll his eyes before thinking better of it. 

 Billy turned his attention back to Steve, and for a moment, as he rested his forehead on Steve’s shoulder and his hands on Steve’s waist, it was just them two. The moment was grounding, and any remaining nerves that might’ve been lingering melted away. One hand dragged up Steve’s torso and came to rest on the delicate skin in between his shoulder blades. Billy pressed forward, bending him over slightly, and Eddie groaned as Steve breath brushed over his cock. Steve went willingly, even arching his back to give Billy better access, and Billy’s cock jumped at the sight of his glistening entrance.

 Steve’s hips bucked slightly in anticipation as Billy flicked open the cap on the lube and slicked Steve and himself up. His thumb spread Steve open even more as he lined up and began to press in slowly, giving his boy plenty of time to adjust.

 That didn’t stop Steve from gasping out “God, Billy!” even though Billy was less than halfway in. Eddie cradled Steve’s face in his hands as he panted, soothing him and murmuring, “That’s a good boy, baby. Look at you taking him so well, hm?” 

Billy was willing to bet there were tears in Steve’s eyes, if not already spilling down his cheeks, and Eddie waited until Billy was fully inside of him before guiding Steve’s head down toward his aching and swollen dick. He pressed his thumb down gently on Steve’s lower lip until his mouth dropped open, and Eddie slipped himself inside. Steve had always done well with something in his mouth to occupy him, so Billy wasn’t surprised when he immediately began to suck and moan around Munson’s length.

Munson looked at Billy over Steve and smirked, “Let’s see what you got, Hargrove.”

Billy obeyed instantly. Something about another man telling him how to fuck his own boyfriend shouldn’t have been doing what it was doing to him, but then again, really Steve shouldn’t be sucking off Billy’s dealer, and Billy found that hot too, so it was probably too late for redemption. At Billy’s first thrust, Steve choked around Eddie, who moaned, head dropping backwards. Billy pulled back and thrusted again, forcing Steve further onto Munson’s cock. A steady rhythm caused a cacophony of obscene noises from both Steve and Eddie. If Steve was any less good with his mouth, Billy might’ve been concerned with how much he was gagging around Eddie, but if there was anything Steve could do better than anyone Billy had ever met, it was suck cock, and Eddie seemed to love every contraction of Steve’s throat around him.

As Steve began to get tighter around Billy and closer to his own completion, Billy wondered if he’d have to revert to his old trick of naming basketball players in his head to prevent himself from busting a nut too soon. As if Steve himself wasn't enough to make Billy come (he was), this entire scene had Billy hurtling towards the edge faster than he had during puberty.

Billy gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut as he pumped into Steve’s wet heat. Someone was moaning and grunting, and he realized it was himself. Eddie’s eyes bored into him with surprising clarity, considering Steve was practically fucking his own mouth on Munson’s dick, “Hargrove, you better not fucking come until I say. Understand me?”

Billy groaned because holy fuck, that tone was not helping him hold off his orgasm, but he forced himself to choke out “Yes. Eddie.”

“That’s right, baby. You like being told what to do, I know. You’re lucky I’m even letting you come with that attitude you had with me earlier. Showing up at my door, demanding shit from me. Who’s demanding shit now, hm?”

Billy thought he was just taunting him, demeaning him, but Munson stared at him until he said, “You, Eddie.”

“Mmm, good, baby,” Eddie was thrusting his hips up into Steve’s mouth now, timing it with Billy’s own hips pounding into Steve from behind. “Always knew you could be tamed, Hargrove. Should’ve known it’d have to be me to do it.”

Steve screwed up tight around Billy at Eddie’s words, and Billy knew it was the casual dominance that was getting to him, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him the same way. He was certain now he’d have to come soon, like within the next couple minutes, and he was determined to get Steve there first. He angled himself just right, finding Steve’s prostate in the first few thrusts. Steve jerked violently, and Billy couldn't help but smirk, despite his own disheveled state. The reaction he got from hitting his boy’s prostate was one of his favorite things in the world. Even Eddie groaned, running his fingers through Steve’s hair as Steve bore down, aimed at getting Eddie off, like now.

Several more thrusts and Steve started trembling, high pitched moans escaping around Eddie’s cock. 

“Eddie,” Billy panted, “he’s getting close.” 

Eddie pulled on Steve’s hair just enough to look him in the eyes. He spoke to Billy though when he said “Me too. Can he come untouched?”

Steve’s eyes rolled back, probably over being talked about like he wasn’t even there, and Billy nodded, “He can. And will,” he panted through the effort of keeping his rhythm steady, “if I keep nailing his prostate.”

Eddie nodded, “Do it. Once he makes me come, he can, and once he comes, I’ll let you.”

“Yes, Eddie,” Billy looked down at Steve’s sweaty back and messy hair and focused on hitting that precise spot that made Steve shake. Steve doubled down too, taking Eddie deep and pumping him with his hand. 

Eddie let out an “Oh, fuck” at Steve’s efforts. “That’s right, baby. You’re gonna make me– I’m gonna come down King Steve’s throat, shit. Just like that, Stevie.” His hips bucked wildly, and his rhythm began to falter. Steve moaned around him, and Eddie pushed his head down and shuddered with a deep groan, spilling into his mouth. Steve whined and eagerly swallowed down everything Munson had to give him as big, hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

Eddie stilled, breathing hard still, wiped the tears from Steve’s cheeks, and asked him, “You ready to come now, sweet thing?” Steve nodded and sobbed in relief, “Yes, sir.”

Eddie nodded at Billy, who picked back up from where he’d slowed down to watch Munson come in his boy’s mouth. Within half a minute, Steve was already blubbering and begging to come, his mouth finally not occupied. Steve was usually loud in bed, but he must've really been desperate now, because Billy had hardly ever seen him so frantic. 

Maybe out of habit, Steve looked over his shoulder, and directed his question towards Billy, crying “Please, daddy— I needa,” he gasped for air, “I need to come now, can I? Please?”

Billy grabbed his face and kissed him for being such a good boy, but nodded at Eddie, “You know who to ask, baby.”

Eddie watched their interaction almost in awe, and when Steve looked at him with tearful, pleading eyes, he caved instantly, “Yes, sweetheart, you’ve done so well. Come for Billy and me now.”

Steve obeyed instantly, falling forward into Eddie's lap and painting the front of his couch with white. Billy groaned as he watched his baby fall apart on his cock, and it was everything he could do to stop himself from coming right that second. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long before Eddie looked at him with dark eyes.

“Your turn, baby. Come now, Billy.”

Something overwhelmed Billy in that moment, whether it was Steve still trembling on him, or Eddie saying his name like that, or both. He thrusted deep into Steve and shattered, one or both of their names falling off his lips. He collapsed onto Steve’s back, pressing his face into Steve’s skin, suddenly utterly exhausted.

“Such good boys,” Eddie whispered to them both, like he was afraid of startling them. “You both did so good for me. I guess, you’ve earned a reward then,” he sighed, satisfied. 

Eddie let them sit for a minute to come down from their highs and then murmured, “Come sit up here on the couch,” patting the cushion next to him. Billy’s legs felt wobbly, but he managed to get himself and Steve up off the floor and onto the couch. Once they were settled more or less, Eddie said, “Be right back,” and disappeared down the hallway.

Billy looked down at Steve laying on his chest, eyes closed, but he wasn’t asleep. At least, not yet anyway. Billy pushed the usually-perfect hair off his boy’s forehead and placed a soft kiss where it had been. Steve's lips quirked up in a soft smile, and Billy sighed into Steve’s hair.

Before long, Eddie waltzed back into the room, cleaned up and wearing just his boxers. He grabbed his lunch box from where he’d left it and sat next to them on the couch. He handed Billy a warm washcloth. “Can’t let you go home sticky, not after that.” He smiled a genuine smile this time, not the mischievous smirk Billy’d seen before.

“Thanks,” Billy muttered. He cleaned Steve off and then himself, not sure if he was feeling comfortable or not, considering he and Steve were still butt-ass naked in Munson’s living room. When he was finished, he handed Steve his clothes and got dressed as well. While they were doing so, Eddie had portioned a more than generous amount of weed out for them. More than Billy was hoping for in the first place.

He handed it over with a simple “You earned it.” Billy nodded his thanks and pocketed the plastic baggie. He grabbed Steve’s hand and turned to go.

“Bye, Eddie,” Steve said softly as Billy led him to the door.

“See ya around, Stevie.”

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[azrielgreen]

I am so excited for you at some stage to write metalsandwich. Other than Prism I haven’t read any (mostly because I’m super picky and no one quite hits the spot like you do). What would you do with the ship, if you don’t mind me asking? I, in every fandom I’m in, try and seek out 3 way pairings where either they’re all polyamorous and just love each other OR they’re in a love triangle fighting over each other but I can just never find anything good.

FYI the thoughts of this have me imagining precious little brat Steve in a relationship with mean Dom Billy and soft Dom Eddie. Or best friends Billy and Eddie fighting for Steve’ affection. Anyways, toodles.

This is so kind, thank you!! I really do love the idea of all three of them, it appeals to me in a deep way and I can't wait to write more of it. Also a little sidenote, it's still "in progress" but I wrote a fic called 'Rooms' that's metalsandwich: Rooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) - Chapter 1 - Oonionchiver - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

I think this ship is sort of top tier to me, I love writing poly!rom so it would be something pretty special. I have no specific "plot" in mind beyond the three of them falling in love and how that works, but it would definitely something fairly obsessive, angsty and painful as well as grossly romantic, sexual and all-consuming.

I DO have a few gift fics in the works that are metalsandwich too! One is EXTREMEEEELY DARK and will be posted to the Azriel AO3, one is a Victorian era Penny Dreadful type story, and one is "competitive wooing" between Eddie and Billy to win Steve over.

Thank you so much for this again!!!

Az

[runraerun]

don’t worry, @queenofships06, Eddie’s got his guitar for enrichment!🎸♥️☺️

All my talk of needing to put Billy in a mason jar so I can study him/keep him close/shake the shit out of him on occasion and I finally did it:

Don’t worry guys, he’s happy and healthy. I even put some enrichment in there for him. ☺️❤️

[lorifragolina]

The Devil Wears Metal

Finally my last entry for Metalsandwich Movie Mania! @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events!

It was originally thought for the Iconic Movie prompt out yesterday but I just missed the day, so, I post it today!

I really venerate The Devil wears Prada and it's so iconic to me that started thinking and preparing this entry the last year when I first knew about the event, and even so I was able to miss the date!! I couldn't stop me making our Metalsandwich version, although I cheated a little but a prequel and a sequel are possible!

Read it in AO3

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson Cast: Eddie Munson as Miranda Priestly Billy Hargrove as Emily Charlton Steve Harrington as Andrea Sachs With the special appearance of: Dustin Henderson as Nigel Kipling Robin Buckley as Lily Heather Holloway as Serena

Rating: Mature Word count:9390

One of my favourite dialogues above the line, I had really so much fun writing it!

“Come on, we have the cover briefing in 5 minutes, that means we are 10 minutes late” smiled Dustin, dusting the crumbs from Steve’s shirt.

Eddie was already there with Heather and another girl, and Gareth took inside two guitar amps almost identical.

“Stand here, watch and listen,” said Dustin, reaching Eddie’s side. Gareth plugs a guitar in one of the amps.

“Where’s my pick?” asking Eddie, and the girl runned searching in a box. “Why is no one ready?” Eddie grunted and raised a brow.

He wore the guitar’s strap and played a chord, then tested a string, adjusting the keys. Then they plugged the guitar in the other amp and played again.

“No,” he said, doing it another couple of times. “Listen? That little sting in the high”.

The sound seemed absolutely the same to Steve, and he was a little bored. 

Gareth nodded. “It seems completely different”.

Steve chuckled, snorting behind his notebook. “Something funny?” Eddie raised a brow. A stone cold silence fell on the room, and Billy came out from his desk and got close to listen. “No… no, no, I’m sorry, nothing” Eddie’s glance was so sharp that he just couldn’t stop himself. “This is… those sounded exactly the same to me… but, don’t mind me, I’m still learning about this stuff”. “This… Stuff?” Eddie growled slowly, in a low voice that was able to turn off all the sounds around him. “Oh, I see… You think this has nothing to do with you. You turn on your radio, your MTV, and think that you can listen to your easy pop just to fill the silence just while you do your laundry. You think that you should play a whatever instrument and mix it with a computer and dance it at a club when you’re drunk. But this is not just playing. This is not just pop music. This is technique. But you don’t bother to think that those tragic pop albums you listen to when cleaning are the job of a lot of musicians that spend a lot of their time searching for the right sound for you to bounce your little head. And it was in 1990 that U2 decided to explore new sounds and tried a lot of different equipment to release that album that you are wearing right now and probably you found at a tragic gas station, in the casual corner. You think this all is not about you, but in fact you’re listening to something that had been selected and produced in this very room, by those very people, playing with this stuff ”.