#eddie is such a nerd LMFAO i stand by that. steve blows his mind fr fr

[theshireisburningg]

[rated E]

Eddie is so in the zone playing his video game that he doesn’t pay much attention to Steve padding around the room, only vaguely registering the tape being switched out and a Television song starting to play. He smashes at the keys and hums along to the music quietly, not taking his eyes off the screen. That is until Steve is standing in front of him momentarily blocking his view, dropping to his knees before Eddie can protest.

Eddie stills immediately, eyes rapidly bouncing between the TV and Steve, who is quietly reaching out to undo Eddie's belt.

“What are you…”

“Shh…” Steve whispers, fingers working to unzip Eddie's jeans, tugging on the corners in a silent demand.

“I uh-“ Eddie freezes to watch Steve, fumbling with the controller when he leans in, breathe hot though Eddie’s boxers.

“I can’t really pause this level but if you just wait like- two minutes I can give you my full attention.” Eddie is rambling, eyes trained on Steve and fingers hitting buttons off of muscle memory.

“It’s okay,” Steve mumbles, patting Eddie's hip with another pull to the denim.

“Seriously like- two minutes. I promised Henderson I would have this level beat and-" Steve cuts him off (probably for the best).

“Keep playing.” His eyes raise slightly to meet Eddie’s, and then with a grimace, he tacks on, “and don't mention Henderson again.”

Fuck. Eddie lifts his hips off the bed, enough for Steve to tug his jeans and boxers down in one motion and let them pool around his ankles.

Eddie half-heartedly glances at the screen and tries his best to do what Steve asks, but just as he starts to get some semblance of focus back, Steve takes Eddie into his mouth.

It’s… fucking torture. Eddie almost drops the controller on Steve twice because he’s doing some shit with his tongue, making it impossible for Eddie to stay still.

He doesn’t think he’s ever done this and not had his hands buried in Steve’s hair. He’s usually in control, setting the pace because that's how Steve likes it, but the roles are reversed today, and Steve seems set on killing him.

“That’s- fuck, Steve.”

It's clear to Eddie now that Steve is putting on a show, which doesn’t seem fair considering he pulls off every time Eddie tries to just put the fucking controller down. He’s making obscene, overly enthusiastic noises, letting his spit drip down his fist, the slick sound loud even over the music.

Steve pulls off but keeps up the pace with his hand as he catches his breath.

“Did you beat it yet?”

Eddie looks down, see's Steve lips bright red and shiny, and immediately needs to look away.

“What- no. You actually expect me to be able to focus on this shit?” As if on queue, the telltale womp-womp of Mario walking straight off the cliff echoes around the room.

“You better if you wanna come.” And with that, he dives back in.

Eddie can only be so strong when Steve is suctioning his cheeks and picking of the pace of his hand, doing a twisting motion that has Eddie spiraling. He makes it about thirty more seconds before he’s cursing again.

“Gonna- Steve m’ gonna come I can't..”

Steve doesn't pull off, just looks up at Eddie through his lashes- and shit that's a sight of its own. He slows down to a torturing pace at Eddie’s words, shaking his head slightly, a silent wait.

With the sheer fucking nerd power of the part of Eddie that spends an embarrassing amount of time playing video games, he's able to concentrate enough to win, doesn’t even let the screen change before he's tossing the controller aside, winding his hands through Steve's hair as he shifts, raises his hips for more.

He’s on the edge and Steve can tell, moans around Eddie’s dick, let's the vibration be felt.

“Steve, Steve, shit-"

He sees fucking stars when he comes, has never been so keyed up from not being able to touch Steve in his life. He falls back against the sheets immediately, trying to remember how to fucking breathe as his heart pounds in his chest.

Steve stands with a smirk, wiping his chin off with the back of his hand.

“What… the fuck was that. Jesus Christ.”

Steve shrugs, “Just wanted to try something.” He turns to the TV then, surveys the screen.

“You’re kind of shit at this game.”

Stev cackled at Eddie's i'm going to kill you, and strides out of the room.