Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....
Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/tv series/movies) romances better than western MLM romances?
Hello! Yes you are more than welcome to ask :) I truly, truly love getting asks in my inbox and have been having so much fun with the fact I’ve actually been getting some recently! Warning this is long (but i have TL;DRs for everything)
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I think the fastest answer for me is that I am queer, and therefore I find I have a lot more enjoyment and interest in watching queer stories compared to heterosexual ones.
Also, I find a lot of heterosexual romances to be steeped in misogyny, and have low-key or high-key abusive dynamics. And again, do not get me wrong, there are plenty of queer shows where there are abusive dynamics in play, but it is much harder for misogyny to be committed between two men than it is for misogyny to be placed on a male/female pairing. (I love GLs cause, you know…women, but there are a lot more complex dynamics going in to stories written about two women and those can get much trickier for me, and unfortunately many narratives love punishing lesbains with death so.... Anyway, I’m trying to stick mostly to BLs since that is primarily what this ask is about.)
Additionally, I love BLs more than heterosexual romances because of how BLs treat men. Men in heterosexual romances, especially in the West are extremely masculine, often unable to be in touch with their emotions, jaded, misogynistic, they have to be extremely muscular, and we almost never see femme boys or men.
BLs have such a vast range of men, they have twinks, they have femmes, they have gym bros. They have the clowns, and the super masculine boys. There are shows that let boys be boys, be stupid, and stinky, and fucking gross (hey Pat from Bad Buddy), they let boys be angry and aggressive and express their emotions that way (Sean and Yok’s fight in Not Me, Han Baram and Im Hantae’s conversation in the boxing ring in Sing My Crush, Lom and Nuea in The Wedding Plan, Patts in La Pluie), they let boys fight and wrestle and play (Bad Buddy, My School President, Moonlight Chicken, Only Friends). I love queer stories that let men be gay and ensure through the story that that never undermines their masculinity. I love that there are shows that focus on the progress older men can make in their relationships (What Did You Eat Yesterday?) THEY ARE ALSO ALLOWED TO CRY!!!!
And though it is still kind of rare, Asian BLs actually do have femme boys, and while I am sure femme boys exist in Western shows, I think Pose and fucking Glee are like…the only two shows with queer people that I have seen in the last decade that have an femme boy representation at all. On the flip side, I love how often GMMTV puts their boys in drag and that doesn’t even have to be in a queer show. I also generally love the fact that most of the male actors in Asian BLs, and again, especially in Thailand embrace their femme sides in photoshoots and whatnot, that they wear earrings, and jewelry, and makeup and they look hot as fuck, because it helps me with my own gender identity. I feel and see myself much more masculine (and have less dysphoria) when I have an earring or a necklace or makeup on, now that I have seen so many boys do the same.
TL;DR: I am queer, and heterosexual romances are frequently misogynistic, and men are extremely masculine and rarely allowed to be soft. Asian BLs give us a very broad range of masculinity, but often let boys be boys while also kissing boys. And actors embracing their femme sides helps me feel more masculine when I lean in to my femme side.
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As for Asian MLM romances compared to Western MLM romances, obviously this is not a cut and dry thing, not all Asian BLs are going to be better than Western BLs but I find I have a tendency to enjoy Asian BLs/queer media more for a few reasons, generally in order of most to least important for me:
Reason One- Family
This may seem somewhat surprising because the first, and honestly biggest reason I tend to like Asian BLs more than Western BLs has much less to do with the queer aspect. It's actually the family dynamics. I think Western media very frequently has a tendency to be very binary in their portrayal of family dynamics, if family is at all included in Western narratives the relationships that characters have to their family is either almost wholly good, or almost wholly bad. You either have a very abusive household that a character is trying to avoid or flee, or you have a traditional, happy, nuclear family, and when characters have a strained relationship to their family, I have noticed a lot more narrative support for leaving that family behind. But for the most part, family does not play a huge role in most Western shows (and, wild concept to me, it’s part of why I think shows like Succession are so successful, because that is all about complex, fucked up, and loving relationships within a family).
Whereas, in Asian media, far more frequently family and family dynamics play a huge role in the character’s lives, behaviors, and can influence the story. And because filial piety is such an important aspect to many Asian cultures, you get a lot more interesting parent/child relationships out of Asian media than you do with Western content. And I am a white Westerner, but I am fundamentally, culturally a Southerner and despite no longer being a woman, I will never shed the mantle of Eldest Daughter. And that has resulted in a sense of family responsibility and piety that ends up making it very very easy for me to understand the motivations of the characters that remain loyal to their family even when their family is asking for things from them that run counter to their own desires or happiness (I’ve actually had this conversation a lot with @waitmyturtles about the intersections of Southern culture and Asian culture).
And similarly, I find that a lot of Western media with queer characters at least in the time frame that I have been able to find content with queer characters is either wholly homophobic, or wholly accepting. And do not get me wrong, we get family dynamics like that in Asian BLs too, but we also get parents who are upset about their child’s queerness, and will voice that, and yet who still take care of their children. I’m thinking of the film I watched just the other day called Margarita with a Straw where the main character’s mother can barely look or talk to her daughter when she comes out, but because she is disabled, her mother is still there preparing food for her, bathing her, etc. because even if she is upset about her child’s queerness she can’t stop taking care of her. And those aren’t dynamics I often see in Western media.
I don’t see relationships like Sawismol and Wang in Western media, where a mother can look at her child and say, out loud that she is disappointed, and to be upset, and to still, despite everything, be the person that her son goes to for comfort when he is absolutely devastated, and I don’t see Western parents sitting there and performing that comfort even when they are disappointed in their children’s queerness.
TL;DR: Family dynamics feel a lot more built out, realistic, and complex in many Asian BLs/media that I’ve seen, than they do in many Western shows. Until I started watching Asian media, I had not seen the dynamics I have with my mother or my father played out on screen.
Reason Two- Casual Trans Inclusion
And, as a trans person myself, part of what makes Asian BL shows, Thai shows much more specifically, so important, interesting, and influential to me when compared to Western BLs is the casual inclusion of trans people. Like, that is just something Western media is barely ready for. It’s not non-existent. We have and have had shows like The Fosters, Sense8, Pose, The Owl House, and Heartstopper that have some trans rep. But a lot of those shows have a hefty component to them that shows the struggles of being trans.
In The Fosters we have to watch Cole nearly die trying to get his hands on testosterone, in Sense8 we have to watch Nomi be kept as a medical prisoner and stripped of her autonomy and almost lobotomized, in Pose we are constantly exposed to the very real dangers that trans women of color experience including murder, in Heartstopper we are spared from having to witness the transphobia Elle went through, but it is mentioned. I think the only one of these shows that doesn’t have some element of struggle because a character is trans is The Owl House and let us not forget that Raine Whispers goes through fucking hell in that show. And these conversations, and the demonstrations of struggle to just survive and thrive despite that is vitally important in a society that is pushing closer and closer towards genocide against trans people. Stories that show the struggles of trans people exist for the sake of realism but also serve as an attempt to try to garner empathy towards trans people by cisgender viewers.
Thailand does have stories where a trans character experiences transphobia (3 Will Be Free, The Warp Effect, Secret Crush on You), but they also have so many stories where trans people are literally just vibing. Do you know how revolutionary it was for me when I watched KinnPorsche and saw Yok, and she was happy, and beautiful, and fun, and her entire plot centered around her running that bar, flirting with boys, and playing surrogate mother to Porsche? Or just to see trans women existing, who aren’t even central to the plot, but are just there? (Payu’s secretary at the auto shop is a trans woman, Golf Tanwarin was at the inclusive cafe in The Eclipse, Golf Kittipat had an illustrious career as a music producer in My School President). Like that shit is SO important to me, and I never, never see it in Western media.
TL;DR: There are many Thai shows especially where trans people just exist, and they have plots that aren’t always centered around them being trans. Which is revolutionary, coming in as a trans Western viewer where the majority of trans rep in Western shows makes me eventually have to watch trans people suffer.
Reason Three- Passion Projects
The film industry is huge and pervasive in Western culture, and in the US especially, and with that comes big budget projects that stretch out as long as they can squeeze a cent out of a fan base. As a result you get shows that are too long, you get shows that ruin their premise in the last season after five to fifteen years of dragging the shambling corpse of a story along. And again, do not get me wrong, there are plenty plenty of Asian BLs that are cash grabs, that are terrible, where the actors aren’t really in it. But, most BLs in Asia are one season, they get in, they get out, and you forget it if it’s bad, or you hate it forever if it’s objectively bigoted. But the time commitment to terrible pieces is a lot shorter.
That said, when you have a low budget, and a story you want to tell, it makes my love so much more. Because it means the crew, the writers, the director, and often time the actors are there because they want to be there, because they like the story they are telling, because they have a story they want to tell. It’s part of why I love shows like The Eclipse so much, because that show was made with a budget mainly comprised of pocket lint and hope, because Golf Tanwarin had something they wanted to say. Most if not all of Aof Nopparnach’s shows give genuinely, inherently queer stories that speak to queer people. Jojo Tichakorn makes pieces that are so full of queer lenses you could never deny the inherent queerness in his shows, even if the story is primarily focused on a straight person/relationship (Mama Gogo). There are so many shows in the Asian BL world where you can just tell that everyone is having fun. LIsten, Fish Upon the Sky is an extremely problematic show, but for me it felt like everyone had a great time goofing off on that set. You can tell EV-ER-Y-BOD-Y in the cast of Mama Gogo was having the time of their motherfucking lives.
I also think the West is very self-congratulatory and tends to hold themselves as the standard of televisions and acting, when I am over here watching Asian BLs with some of the strongest acting from young people I have ever seen, and having it be written off because its a) low budget b) gay and c) in another language. Like, when I try to get people in to BL I start with shows like KinnPorsche (which I know drives @bnegiyo mad) cause it has a much higher production value than many other Asian BLs without being prestige and therefore can’t radically alter the perception of what BL is (hello ITSAY/IPYTM and 180 Degrees), Thai BLs especially. And I figure that is the only way to show someone the level of absurdity and camp that comes from a lot of BLs, while also maintaining their interest because it has a higher production value, so that if they end up enjoying that they are more willing to watch the low budget shows.
TL;DR: Many Asian BLs are pretty low budget, compared to like any Western show, which I find to mean we have more stories in Asian BL that people actually want to tell. (there are still very many shows that people seem to just kinda show up for, or get bored with partway through [looking at you Tee] but.)
Reason Four- Abundance
There are
So
Many
Asian
BLs
Here's a fraction of my watch list
I have watched 81 in roughly the last year, and there are so many more on my Plan to Watch list, and there are more coming out all the time. The West has given me like…two, maybe three. And when we do get good queer shows in the West, they are frequently canceled before completion. Especially if they are on Netflix.
We lost Sense8, fans had to fight for Out Flag Means Death to get renewed, The Owl House got cancelled by Disney after giving their main character a girlfriend, ND Stevenson had to write two ending to She-Ra and fought tooth and fucking nail to get the gay one, Legend of Korra had to save the gay kiss until the end just like She-Ra had to. If you want to get depressed here is a link to an article ‘50 TV shows with Lesbian, Bisexual, and Queer characters cancelled after one season’. Because most Asian BLs are meant to be only one season, we actually get complete stories, rather than ending with unresolved tension, or cliffhangers.
TL;DR: there is a metric fuck ton of Asian BLs
Reason Five- Sex
The West, especially the US, tends to have a very puritanical view of sex (which makes sense because the Puritans were some of the first colonizers…I mean colonials…to murder everyone and occupy…uh, I mean settle the United States (I would also like to place blame on the Italians and Spanish [hey Columbus] and their Catholicism AND PROTESTANT CALVINISM that also influenced the pervasive societal views of sex and especially gay sex in the United States).
With ever increasing homophobia and transphobia, so many shows are trying, in my own personal opinion, to garner empathy, sympathy, and acceptance for queer characters by cisgender and/or heterosexual viewers by making their queer characters flat, two-dimensional, virginal, perfect people. But homophobes and transphobes consider holding hands to be just as grotesque and inappropriate as full on porn. With Western, and especially US based, views of sex, many queer characters are sanitized, sex scenes are rare, and if they do exist at all they are usually in shows that have mature ratings.
That is not the case with Asian BLs. Like, do not get me wrong, there are plenty of pure, virginal, don’t kiss, barely touch BLs out there, but because there are so many BLs, there are also plenty of shows with lots of physical intimacy and multiple make out scenes that aren’t maturely rated, as well as plenty of maturely rated shows that have multiple sex scenes AND CAN INCLUDE KINK WHICH LIKE!!!!! I rarely see in the Western media I’ve watched. Hell, Sense8 is a sexual liberation show that includes multiple orgies, but there is not even a hint of any other kink (besides whatever Dani, Lito, and Hernando have going on).
gif by @radishayuan
Meanwhile, The Warp Effect has fucking puppy play, Bed Friend has pet play, Laws of Attraction which has a couple pretty chaste kisses shows handcuffs to at least imply kink, there’s a ball gag and a fucking leash in Big Dragon, I haven’t seen it but Unforgotten Night has a lot of BDSM themes in it, Rain and Payu have a dom/sub dynamic going on, we have daddy kinks abound, I also haven’t seen this one but I know there is some belt bondage in War of Y. And even if it isn’t shown, kink and bondage specifically are often referenced in passing in shows with sex.
Also, there are very very very few Western shows I have seen that treat sex workers kindly, and Jojo Tichakorn is right there giving us sex workers as main characters multiple times in a row. Taiwan has great physical chemistry, the very few things I have seen from the Phillipines are so fucking queer, Japan even when they aren’t including sex at all have some extremely queer narratives, and when they are including sex? Holy fuck. South Korea is developing, but I have liked what I’ve seen so far, and it’s been fun seeing very rapid progressions in the level of physical intimacy characters are allowed to have, Thailand has been making a name for itself.
TL;DR: There is a very broad range of physical intimacy in Asian BLs from no sex to lots of sex, but the abundance of content means I am seeing more shows with gay sex in them in like…a month or two, than shows I have seen in the West with gay characters at all in like…the past year. (This is of course, subjective, don’t ask me for real numbers).
And, you know, in case this response wasn’t long enough, the amount of queer content, the types of stories being told, the rapid and continued development of BL is super interesting to observe in its own right. Sure, it may be driven by marketability and sales, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some truly important, realistic, vital, and beautiful pieces of queer media being created and shared with the world, a lot of which is much more accessible to audiences than Western media. I go heavy on the Thai shows in part because they are available for free on YouTube.
I also think the West seems to think that having gay marriage is the be all, end all of queer inclusivity, and that they do not realize that countries without gay marriage are creating some of the most realistic queer content out there right now. The West has a lot it can learn from Asian BLs, but in my opinion, we’ve got our heads too far up our asses to be following their lead.
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Eddie squirms on his bed, lying on his stomach with the seam of his shorts hitting his cock just right. He can’t do any more than that, though, because Steve’s sitting just a few feet away, taking a hit off the joint that Eddie passed over to him before he had gotten comfortable where he currently is.
Fuck, weed makes him horny. Most things make him horny, but the weed paired with the summer heat paired with Steve Harrington in the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen, nothing but a white wife beater covering his torso, well, it’s a fucking recipe for disaster. A recipe for wetness spreading between his thighs, something tingling and warm where he can’t touch.
He groans, face buried in his pillow. The seam of his shorts pressing perfectly against his cock. The heat around him and the heat between his legs is nearly unbearable. He needs to do something, but that’s just another problem.
Eddie hasn’t been able to get off since March. He tries, he tries a lot, but as horny as he gets, he just touches himself and touches himself and suddenly it’s an hour later and he’s made no progress, his pussy has dried up, and his cock fucking hurts. Every single time.
“You okay, man?” Steve asks. Rough and deep, throat scratchy from smoking. Without even realizing what the fuck it does to Eddie to hear him like that.
God, he needs to stop smoking with Steve. They need a new hobby, something else they can do during their hangouts, because honestly, Eddie’s been crushing on him since middle school, and it’s only gotten worse. This pent up sexual frustration doesn’t fucking help, that’s for sure.
Eddie turns his head on the pillow, faces Steve. He takes a breath.
“I’m fine,” Eddie huffs. “Just fucking…”
He shakes his head and rolls over onto his back.
The pressure on his cock alleviates, but he still throbs in his shorts, still pulses with need and desire. He knows it’s fucking useless to even acknowlege the feeling in his underwear, knows he won’t get anywhere even if he tries. Won’t get anywhere if he kicks Steve out and tries to get himself off like he wants.
“I’m high,” Eddie says instead. “And being high makes me, uh, horny, I guess. So just, you know.”
“Oh,” Steve breathes. “I can, like, go in the living room. If you wanna, you know, do something about it.”
“No,” Eddie sighs. He sits up, plants both feet on the ground, watching as his toes sink into the carpet beneath his bed. “Nah. I haven’t been able to.”
It’s embarrassing, admitting it to Steve. He can’t look up at him, not as heat settles in his cheeks, as his hands shake in his lap.
“What do you mean?” Steve asks. “Haven’t been able to touch yourself?”
“I mean,” Eddie starts. “I get horny I get my hand down my pants, try and try, and then I never get close enough to cum.”
He doesn’t say that it’s usually because something in his body ends up hurting in a way that isn’t fun or that he gets into his head about one thing or another, or just… Just general fucking dysphoria over his body. He doesn’t tell Steve there are reasons for it because he’s already said too much.
“Oh,” Steve says. He stretches forward from Eddie’s desk chair and puts the joint out in the ashtray on Eddie’s nightstand.
Eddie thinks this is it, Steve’s just gonna get up and leave. Eddie’s said too much, shared too much. He’s never had a guy friend he’s spent this much time with, not one so close to his age. His band’s too young, the Hellfire kids are too young, he wouldn’t talk about any of this with them, wouldn’t dream of it, but Steve — well, now Eddie doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to talk about it with Steve.
But then Steve leans back in the chair again, spreads his legs out with his hands clasped over his stomach. He gets comfortable, and Eddie watches him, careful not to meet his eyes.
“How do you do it?” Steve asks.
Eddie’s head snaps up and he finally looks at Steve’s face. “What?”
“Well, you get your hand in your pants, right? Have you ever tried taking them off? Getting all spread out and naked?”
What is happening right now?
“Uh,” Eddie says. “Not really. Tend to just stick my hand in there and touch my dick till I finish. Don’t really need to take them off. I mean not that I never do, but I just—”
“Try it,” Steve says, nodding toward him.
“What? Now? Are you fucking — you, what, you’re gonna sit there while I get naked?” Eddie splutters.
“Not if you don’t want to,” Steve says quickly. “Just, you know, I’ve seen you naked before.”
“Not when I’m about to jerk off!” Eddie reminds him. “Helping me bathe when I’m half-dead is not the same thing.”
“Hey, man, I’m just saying,” Steve says, putting his hands up in something that looks like surrender. But then he fucking continues. “I’ve gotten a lot of people off, you know? I could give you a few pointers.”
Eddie stares at him. He waits. Waits for Steve to laugh and say he’s just kidding, waits for Steve to punch him for even considering saying yes.
Waits.
And nothing. Steve just watches him back, head tilted forward, eyebrow slightly raised. He still has his hands clasped over his stomach, legs spread so casually. Eddie could fit between them, nose along Steve’s zipper and pull it down with his teeth — and no, he tells himself. He can’t afford to think like this.
“Hey man, if you don’t want to, that’s fine,” Steve says after a while. “I shouldn’t have — I mean, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable by asking, or anything. It’s just, you know, I’ve had some friends and we used to, like, jerk off in the same room sometimes. No big deal. I mean—”
“Steve,” Eddie blurts out. He doesn’t want Steve to say anything else about how he and Tommy Hagan used to jerk it together. He doesn’t think he could handle it without fucking dying. “This is fucking insane, but I — okay.”
“Yeah?”
Eddie swallows, nods. “Yeah, I mean — fuck, man. It’s been… A really long time.”
Steve nods encouragingly. He sits up a little bit straighter, hands on the edges of his seat to push himself up. He looks like he’s going to stand, and then slumps back into the desk chair with a little sigh.
It’s like he wants to… Like he wants to get closer. Touch.
And the thing is, Eddie would fucking let him.
“Alright,” Steve says. “Uh, then take off your pants, okay?”
Eddie nods and stands up from the bed. He tries not to think too hard about it — Steve has seen him naked before, that’s not a problem at all. Steve had to help him a lot after everything in March, and he had already found out by accident that Eddie is trans. Eddie hadn’t wanted to expand the number of people he’s out to by letting anyone other than Steve and Wayne help him with his recovery.
So yeah, Steve’s seen him naked, he’s seen him get undressed. It’s in a different context now, of course, but as Eddie unzips his shorts, he can pretend it’s all the same.
His denim shorts hit the floor, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, just a pair of light briefs because even his regular boxers were too hot to put on today. He isn’t wearing a shirt, didn’t bother to put one on when Steve came over, having asked Steve if that was okay. You’re a dude, aren’t you? Steve had scoffed. Why would I care if you don’t wear a shirt?
And Eddie didn’t mention the one tit he has left, the fact that he hasn’t always been seen as a dude, but Steve never mentions it, so Eddie never does either.
Steve’s seen him naked before.
He pushes his underwear down, lets them slip down his legs into the pile of material around his ankles. His hands cover his crotch, not really meaning to, not with any intention, it just feels like the thing to do.
“Gonna hide from me?” Steve teases.
And honestly, what the fuck?
Eddie doesn’t even know what’s happening right now. Doesn’t really know how to process all of this, but his cock is throbbing under the attention, pulsing with the need to touch himself. He doesn't think he’s been this horny since before the bats tore him to pieces. He could probably get off without Steve’s help, but that might be wishful thinking.
Besides, Steve’s the whole reason Eddie feels this way right now. He knows that.
“Not gonna hide,” Eddie breathes, mostly to himself.
He turns, places a knee on his bed and climbs back into it, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving the covers pushed to the end of the mattress. Nothing between them, no more pretending this is just what it always is.
Eddie spreads his legs as he gets comfortable, angled out from the corner of his bed, propped up by the corner of the walls. He feels the sticky heat from the room settle on his bare skin, the slight breeze coming through the window, the waft of air from the box fan pointed toward his bed. He feels all that, but most of all, he feels Steve’s eyes on his body.
“Go on,” Steve encourages.
He rolls the chair forward, feet moving him across the floor until he’s just two feet away from the bed. His new angle has him looking right up between Eddie’s legs, has him close enough that he could reach out and touch Eddie’s ankle, his shin.
“Are you sure this isn’t weird, man?” Eddie asks. “I mean, you know I’m — I, uh, you know, man. I’m a fuckin’ queer. I mean, having you here, that’s… you know.”
Eddie winces, waving his hand helplessly, a vague gesture round the room as he searches for the words he doesn’t really want to say. Doesn’t want to admit.
“I know, Ed,” Steve says softly. “I know, and it’s alright.”
Eddie releases the breath he’s been holding and shuts his eyes. He forces the words out, something painful in the vulnerability. “Just… I’m not gonna not be thinking about you while I do this.”
“Eddie,” Steve says in a way that makes Eddie’s eyes open. Giving him his full attention. “It’s okay.”
Eddie nods. “Right, so then I’m just gonna…”
He gestures down toward himself, down toward his cock, hard and alert, sticking up out of the thick, dark hair surrounding it. Steve’s eyes follow down, and Eddie nearly misses the way his tongue darts out and wets his lips. Without meaning to, Eddie moans quietly in the back of his throat, a quiet noise he can’t help.
He’s never felt… Desired. He’s never had anyone look at him like this, when he’s bare and spread open.
Eddie closes his eyes, needing to focus, and slides his fingers over his cock. He twitches beneath his touch, that good, warm feeling spreading through him. It starts off how it always does. Good. Touching his cock always feels good at first, always makes him think he’ll get there eventually.
He rubs his fingers over it, slides them down to his hole to gather the wetness there, and brings them back up. He works them slick and sloppy over his cock, hearing the wet noises he makes. He can’t help the little breathy groan that escapes from his lips, can’t ignore the one he gets in response from Steve.
He goes quicker, presses against himself harder, quick little strokes to get him closer but—
“Slow down.”
Eddie stops completely, looks over at Steve. He’s still sitting there, casual as ever.
“What?” Eddie breathes.
“Slow down, Eddie. Go fast like that and you’re gonna, like, burn out,” Steve says. “Go slow, ease yourself into it.”
Eddie listens, of course he does. When Steve’s using that voice, looking at him like that, all parted lips and spread legs, Eddie can’t even think of not listening.
He slides his thumb over the top of his cock, back and forth over the short length of it. It’s not enough, not fast enough, not building enough. He’ll be here for fucking hours if he keeps up this rate, and honestly that’s just as bad as not getting there at all. He doesn’t fucking have time to spend hours getting himself off, not when he used to do it in fifteen minutes and go back to whatever he was doing like he never paused in the first place.
He closes his eyes, lets the feeling wash over him, doesn’t go any faster because Steve didn’t tell him he could.
His breaths come out a little faster when he hears Steve shift, hears the fabric of his shorts rustle a bit. Eddie doesn’t look, doesn’t need to know. Just the idea that Steve might be touching himself, or needs to, at the very least, adjust himself in his shorts, is enough to make Eddie tremble with need.
“Slow down,” Steve says again.
Eddie fucking whines. He didn’t realize he sped up until Steve said it. He’s just desperate to force an orgasm after so long without. He slows down again, slides his fingers over his dick in languid movements.
“Ed?”
“Mhm?” Eddie opens his eyes, looks over at him.
“Going okay?” Steve asks. He has his hand cupping himself through his shorts, not moving, just holding. Eddie wants to watch him, wants him to get naked and spread himself out just like Eddie is.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “Going about the same as it normally does at this point.”
That’s actually a fucking understatement.
“That’s good,” Steve says. “Have you ever tried fingering yourself?”
Eddie nods, a little too jerkily. “Yeah, but I can’t reach too good anymore.”
With that, he dips his fingers lower, slides one over the entrance of his hole. He dips the finger just inside his pussy, feeling the stretch in his shoulders and back as he tries to reach further. Ever since he got hurt, it’s been harder, he can’t quite get much deeper than his first knuckle.
“You don’t have a toy or anything?” Steve asks.
Eddie slides his finger in, ignoring the aches spreading through his body. He spreads his legs open further, feels the painful click in his bad hip when it’s too far, and has to pull his finger out, gasping with the pain. He clutches his hip as he moves his leg back into a more comfortable position, and then he feels a hand settle over his.
He opens his eyes to see Steve leaning over him, hand still on Eddie’s hip. He rubs at the spot, massaging the pain away. He’s done this before — Eddie’s hip, his shoulder, his back, any of the problem spots he’s had over the last few months. Steve has massaged him, held him up, kept him steady, used his big hands as a brace when Eddie just needs some extra support where it hurts.
This hand burns.
Red hot with fire, with the look in Steve’s eyes.
“I asked you a question,” Steve says, voice low in the way Eddie likes it. He shivers.
“Could you repeat it?” Eddie pants.
“Do you have any toys?”
Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, man. Too expensive. I’ve, uh, used the handle of my hairbrush before, back before everything, but…”
He trails off, shaking his head. It’s been a while. It doesn’t feel right using the thing he leaves in a shared space on the bathroom counter.
“Poor baby,” Steve murmurs.
A moan punches out of Eddie, the name swirling around him and holding him tight in a warm embrace. Baby, baby, baby.
“You must be so desperate to get off,” Steve continues.
“I am,” Eddie whispers.
He starts touching himself again, cock between his knuckles. He slides his thumb over the tip, entire body twitching with sensitivity.
Steve is so close still, leaning over Eddie’s body with his hand still cradling his hip. The point of contact is so minimal, so routine, but it feels like he’s being touched everywhere. Like Steve’s the one working his fingers over his cock.
He wants that. Wants Steve to touch him, to be the one to get him where he hasn’t gone in so long. He wants Steve’s fingers inside him, knows they’d stretch him just right and hit exactly where Eddie needs them, thick and long, and perfect. Steve Harrington is fucking perfect.
Steve goes back and sits down on the chair again, and Eddie watches him, watches the way he settles and puts his hand back over his own cock. Eddie can see the bulge in his little shorts, can see the way his cock is straining to get free. It’s big, Eddie knows that. The thought of it inside him, oh god. Eddie screws his eyes shut again.
He can’t keep thinking about it.
“What do you like, Eddie?” Steve asks softly, leaning in closer.
“I don’t — I don’t know,” Eddie pants, tilting his head and opening his eyes.
“No? Nothing?”
“I don’t know, man,” Eddie says helplessly.
“Is this all you do, baby? You just touch your pretty cock? What do you think about?”
“Oh fuck,” Eddie groans. Zings of pleasure shoot through him, his dick throbbing and twitching from the words. “I like when you say shit like that.”
“You like a little praise, I get that. Like being told you’re doing a good job,” Steve says thoughtfully. “What else?”
“I don’t know, man,” Eddie says. He drops his hand to the bed, spreading his legs a little bit further to feel the air on his cunt. What he thinks about is Steve Harrington’s huge hands gripping his hips as he fucks his huge cock into him. That’s what he fucking thinks about.
He digs his fingers into his thighs, trying to distract himself from the thoughts. His cock pulses, and he can see it twitching between his legs when he looks down. He digs his fingers in deeper, wishing he could do it hard enough to bruise, settles for digging his nails in instead.
“Think you might like a little pain, too, though, huh?” Steve asks, drawing Eddie’s attention back to him.
“What?”
“Yeah,” Steve nods. He looks… He looks about as wrecked as Eddie feels. Raw and splayed open, entire body thrumming with arousal. That’s how Steve looks, parted lips and half-lidded eyes. “I think you do. Digging your nails so hard into your thighs I’m scared you might bleed, man, and your dick is fucking… twitching, like I can fucking see it, Jesus Christ. Like, seems like you like that a little bit. And if all those tattoos are anything to go by…”
“Y-yeah,” Eddie admits. “Yeah, I like… A little pain.”
“Pinch your nipple, then,” Steve suggests. “See if that does anything.”
Eddie shakes his head. “Doesn’t do much for me. I’ve tried.”
“That’s okay,” Steve whispers. “What about, uh, spanking?”
“What, you’re gonna bend me over your knee and spank me, Harrington?” Eddie asks, and well, he doesn’t hate that idea. Okay, that actually sounds really good, but he doesn’t know if that’ll help him get where he needs to be.
“I was gonna suggest you spank yourself,” Steve says. “Slap your, uh…”
He gestures between Eddie’s legs.
“My cunt? Are you serious?”
“Try it,” Steve says. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay.”
“No, no,” Eddie says quickly. “Fuck, I’ll try anything at this point.”
“That’s right,” Steve says with a nod. “You’re desperate, baby, I know.”
“Jesus Christ, man,” Eddie huffs. If he’s called baby one more time he might cum untouched.
Without another word, Eddie lifts one hand and hesitates just a few inches above his crotch. He looks over at Steve, see the way he looks at him so intently, sees the way his eyes are fixated on Eddie’s cunt, and it’s — Eddie usually feels a bit dysphoric about the parts he has, wishes he had something else between his legs, but he feels like he doesn’t even have the brain power for those feelings to creep up on him right now. He doesn’t have it in him to think that Steve might be looking at him right now and seeing a girl.
Steve’s clearly getting off on this, he’s turned on, Eddie can see that. He can see the slight twitch of Steve’s hand over his shorts, like he’s trying not to be too obvious about touching himself.
Eddie brings the hand down, hearing the wet slap that fills the room. The blow isn’t as sharp as he’d like it to be, his pubes kind of ruin that skin on skin contact he wants, but it’s still good. It still makes him close his legs around his hand and moan out.
“Was that…?” he starts. “How was that?”
“You tell me, Eddie,” Steve says. “You’re doing this for you, not me.”
And that’s — well, Eddie kinda likes the idea of it being for Steve. He likes the idea of punishing himself and being told whether or not it’s good enough.
“I think I should try again,” Eddie whispers.
Steve nods encouragingly.
Eddie lifts his hand and brings it down again, hitting his dick dead-on and crying out. He shakes, legs closing around his hand again, and takes a few deep breaths.
“That was a good one, Eddie,” Steve says. It heightens everything Eddie’s feeling right now, spreads warmth through his whole body to hear that. “Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” Eddie breathes.
“Good boy,” Steve says. “That’s what matters, right? Feeling good?”
Eddie nods. If he wasn’t before, then being called a good boy would’ve done it for him. It settles deep in his gut, warm and tingling. He’s being a good boy, he is, and he’ll show Steve he can keep being one. It falls so easily from Steve’s lips, the ease with which he calls Eddie a boy making Eddie swell with something euphoric. People who find out don’t always treat him right. Sometimes they find out and flip right to calling him a girl, calling him by the wrong name — but not Steve. Never Steve.
It’s so simple, to be called those two simple words, but it means a lot to Eddie. Maybe it shouldn’t, maybe it’s bare minimum, but it’s still something important to him.
Steve’s important to him, and Eddie wants to show him just how good he can be. He’s desperate to show him.
He spanks himself a few more times, making each one better than the last. The last one stings the most, his pussy and dick sore from the blows. He feels like he could float away, each smack of his hand bringing him right back down to earth and then sending him away again. He feels light, floating in a way that has nothing to do with the weed he was smoking earlier.
He wants more. Wants it to be Steve’s hand coming down on his heated skin.
“That’s enough,” Steve tells him. “Give your poor dick a break.”
He would, he so would, but he’s fucking throbbing. He wants to go back to jerking himself off, wants to shove his fingers in deep, if only he could. Wants, wants, wants.
Most of all, he wants Steve, and he doesn’t know how to ask for him.
“Steve,” Eddie breathes. He puts his hand back on his dick, needs to touch himself. Thinks he might be getting closer — he just needs Steve. Needs Steve to take away all the thoughts that stop him every other time he tries.
“Yeah?”
Eddie doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to say it. He’s stood on tables and yelled to the entire cafeteria, he’s sung and played guitar in front of the entire school, he DMs with everything he has, never ever feeling nervous, but he’s never had someone this close, has never felt so vulnerable.
This audience of one feels so much bigger than the rest of them. Steve Harrington is everything, and Eddie is scared. He’s scared to ask, he’s scared to fuck up, he’s scared to be this open and raw with someone, and he doesn’t know what to say.
He shakes his head.
“Eddie Munson’s finally run out of words,” Steve comments, not meanly, or anything. It’s like he’s truly in awe of this progression. Like he can’t believe Eddie’s speechless because of him. Eddie can’t really believe it either.
Eddie just nods. He stops touching himself, reaches out to take the hem of Steve’s tank top in between his fingers. Tugs.
“What is it, Eddie? Need you to talk to me.”
“I can’t reach, but you —” he swallows. He tugs on his shirt again, trying to urge Steve into taking it off. “You could?”
It seems to take Steve a second to recall the previous conversation, now feeling like ages ago to Eddie too, but then he gets a sharp intake of breath in response, and Steve tugs his shirt over his head. Tosses it down to the floor, and Eddie’s seen Steve shirtless, but not like this. Not when he’s about to touch Eddie. And that’s what’s going to happen, Steve’s definitely getting ready to touch him, hopefully fuck his fingers into him and help him cum for the first time in months.
“I could,” Steve says. “I could. Just tell me—”
“Steve,” Eddie whines. “Please just touch me.”
Steve ends up on the bed between Eddie’s legs, knees planted on the mattress, outer thighs touching the insides of Eddie’s. His fingers slide over Eddie’s hole, rubbing at the wetness, spreading but not dipping inside.
“Are you sure?” Steve asks.
“Y-yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It’s fine, right? You said — you said, you and the guys—”
And Eddie knows Steve said nothing about touching each other, but he doesn’t fucking care. He just needs it so bad.
“No, yeah,” Steve says quickly. “Yeah, it’s — just giving a friend a hand, right?”
Eddie nods in agreement because yeah, that’s exactly what this is. He doesn’t need to think about what else this could mean because Steve says it’s normal. Eddie doesn’t have to worry about being the freak — the fag — because Steve is okay with this. He’s doing this.
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie pants. “Just — I’m… You know I’m not a girl, right?”
Because he has to say it. He needs to know that Steve knows. Cunt and tits (one tit) don’t make him a girl, and Steve needs to know that. If Steve wants to say this is something friends do, something that doesn’t have to mean anything, Eddie at least needs him to acknowledge—
“I’m gay, Ed,” Steve whispers. “It’s okay, I’m — yeah, into guys. Don’t worry, man. Never seen you as anything but a guy, okay? Not gonna start now.”
“Oh,” Eddie breathes. Okay.
Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool. Steve Harrington just came out to him and now he’s pushing one finger inside Eddie’s cunt. Just a typical fucking Friday afternoon. Except it’s not because—
“This is my first—” Eddie blurts out. He cuts himself off, swallows. Says softly, “I’ve never done anything. With anyone.”
“Then I better make it good for you, huh?” Steve says.
Eddie shivers, the low rumble of Steve’s voice right in his ear making him tremble with need. He nods, a quiet moan falling from his lips, just a little noise that fills the room.
The finger inside him is long, presses and touches experimentally. Eddie finds himself panting, squeezing down around it to make it feel thicker inside him.
Steve laughs quietly, head dipping and pressing into Eddie’s neck. “Gonna push me out, baby.”
“Sorry,” Eddie whispers.
He brings his hands up, slides them around Steve’s waist, touches the scars on his hips and back.
“That’s okay,” Steve says. “Just feel good, okay? Let me help.”
Steve pulls his finger out and moves, settles on the bed beside Eddie. He lays on his side and wraps his arm around Eddie’s waist, pulling him flush to his body. Eddie’s arm and side press to Steve’s chest, the thick hair brushing against Eddie’s skin.
“Is this okay?” Steve asks, face right next to Eddie’s on the pillow. He hikes Eddie’s leg up, hooks his arm underneath his thigh, and slides his fingers through the wetness on Eddie’s skin, up to his cock.
“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Yeah, yeah. Okay.”
“Good.”
Steve pushes two fingers into Eddie’s pussy. They go in easier than Eddie expected them to, he’s so turned on. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this wet before, doesn’t usually get anywhere near this, but right now he has Steve Harrington pressed to him, their sweaty bodies sticking together where they touch, and he has two fingers inside him that he’s dreamed of, and he can feel Steve’s cock digging into his leg. Sue him for being affected by all of that.
“Good?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods, mouth falling open as Steve moves his fingers just right. It’s so much better than anything Eddie’s ever tried himself. The feeling of a warm body pressed against him, the feeling of someone else’s fingers inside him, it’s fucking — it’s a lot. It’s a lot, but it’s not enough at the same time.
His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he wants to crawl toward that warmth, wants to crawl inside Steve and stay there, if only he can feel close to him for a little while longer. The feeling suffocates him, sucks all the air out of his lungs, and he turns his face toward Steve.
“You okay?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods, adjusts himself so Steve can thrust his fingers in deeper, feels the stretch in his hip as he hooks his leg over Steve’s thigh. He feels like he’s contorting himself, trying to become one with Steve.
“Not enough,” Eddie tells him.
“No?”
Eddie shakes his head. He doesn’t know how to ask for more, doesn’t know what’s going to be too far, but he wants more. More fingers, something harder and faster, anything.
“What do you need?” Steve asks.
“Don’t — don’t make me ask,” Eddie blurts out. He can’t. What he wants — he wants Steve. He wants him forever, wants to keep him. Wants Steve to love him.
That’s the core of it. Eddie’s in love with Steve, and he just wants to be loved back.
“More fingers?” Steve asks, sliding a third in with the other two.
The stretch hurts for just a second and then eases into something pleasurable when Steve starts rubbing his fingertips inside him.
Eddie gasps, nods. His eyes slip shut, and he breathes, “Yeah. Yeah, good, Steve. That’s great.”
Steve hums in response, something low and rough, close. And then Steve’s lips are pressing to his chin, and Eddie lifts a hand to cup Steve’s jaw because yes, more, please, and he tilts Steve’s chin, tilting him so their lips can slot together.
And Eddie’s never kissed anyone in his life, might be doing it all wrong, but now he’s kissing Steve Harrington, and the world isn’t ending, so he might be doing okay, afterall. Steve’s fingers move in and out of him at the same pace their lips slide against each other, and it’s all so good, and it’s almost enough. It’s almost enough and Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s chin and starts to touch himself, working his fingers slowly over his dick like Steve told him earlier, and he’s getting close, he thinks. He’s going to get there.
Steve’s fingers stop, he pulls back. Eddie stops his own hand, slowly opens his eyes to look at Steve.
“Is it okay if I take my shorts off?” Steve asks softly.
Eddie nods because yeah, of course. It’s only fair.
Steve slips out of bed, leaving Eddie alone for just a few agonizing seconds. He drops his shorts and briefs to the ground, and steps out of them, his cock slapping against his stomach as it springs free.
“Christ,” Eddie breathes. He wants it inside him, thinks it might break him in two.
“Don’t feel like you have to touch me, or anything,” Steve says, crawling back into bed and taking up his previous position. “This is about you, yeah? Helping you out. Don’t worry about me, alright? Just feel like I’m losing circulation if I keep those on.”
“Hey Steve?” Eddie says.
“Mhm?”
“Shut up, please.”
Steve laughs, pressing his nose into Eddie’s neck. “Which part?”
“Can I? Touch you?” Eddie asks. He wants to. Doesn’t even know why Steve would say he doesn’t have to. “It would probably be mutually beneficial.”
“Mutually beneficial, huh?” Steve repeats. He tugs Eddie’s leg up again, pressing his fingers back inside.
His cock brushes against Eddie’s thigh, wet at the tip where it touches him.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. Summoning all his bravery, he adds, “I mean, surely giving a friend a hand could extend to, uh, more.”
“You mean…?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Eddie whines. He doesn’t want to be the one to put it out there because if Steve doesn’t want that, if he doesn’t wanna go that far, then what? Sure Steve’s gay, or whatever he is, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to go all the way with someone like Eddie.
“I really think I need you to, baby, because what I want and what you want might be completely different things, and I need to know—”
“What do you want?”
“I… Want to make you feel good,” Steve says. “I want to fuck you until you can’t think of anything else.”
Eddie moans, turns his head to catch Steve’s lips in another kiss.
“I want that,” Eddie says. “I think that would get me there.”
“Yeah?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods.
“You have condoms, baby?” Steve asks.
And, fuck, no he doesn’t. He did before his room got swallowed up, but he never got a chance to use them before they expired and got lost to the Upside Down. No, he doesn’t, but—
“No, but I mean, you were telling me you got tested just a couple weeks ago, right?”
“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugs. “I guess I did tell you that.”
Eddie nods. “Yeah, and I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Yeah, but Eddie—”
“I can’t get pregnant,” Eddie says before Steve can bring it up. “So don’t even worry about that. I’m, like, completely obliterated in there. Bats took my ovaries, man.”
“Well, that’s… Lucky?”
Eddie barks a laugh. “That’s one way to put it, yeah.”
Steve laughs too, pressing his face to Eddie’s chest as he moves over him. He gets up, fits himself back between Eddie’s legs.
“I do, um,” Eddie says. He opens up his nightstand drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lube. He hands it over to Steve.
“You have lube but no condoms?” Steve asks, looking down at the bottle.
“Don’t even—” Eddie starts. He shakes his head. “I was in Indy a few weeks ago getting a tattoo from my friend, you know, because he has a little operation going on in his apartment, you remember, it’s the one I got on my leg? Yeah, well, he had lube in his bathroom in his apartment, so.”
“So you took it? Why?”
“I don’t know, man!” Eddie huffs. “The idea of walking into a sex shop and buying it, like, makes my skin crawl a little bit, and they don’t fucking sell it at Melvald’s, and I thought, maybe if I tried something new, I’d be able to get off, but like I showed you, I can barely fucking finger myself, and I dont have anything to—”
“Okay, okay,” Steve whispers. Soothes him with a gentle touch to his stomach.
Eddie falls silent, lets himself settle under Steve’s touch. He’s getting worked up, a bit overwhelmed. He’s so desperate to get off, it feels like he’s vibrating with arousal. He doesn’t need to be interrogated about stealing lube from his buddy’s apartment. Not that Steve’s doing that it’s just—
“You’re okay,” Steve says.
Eddie nods. Yeah, he’s okay.
“I’m going to finger you a little more, okay? Can you be good for me? Let me take care of you?”
Eddie doesn’t know why that does it for him, doesn’t know why he’s so willing to let Steve just do whatever the hell he wants just as long as Steve keeps being so sweet with him. The thing is, he just feels so safe with Steve in a way he never thought he could with anyone.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.
“Good boy,” Steve says. He pushes two lubed fingers into Eddie, sliding so much easier than before.
Eddie moans, cock twitching from the words and from the fingers. Steve rubs his thumb over it and Eddie thinks he might die. He might just drop dead right here because he feels good and no one’s ever touched him before and it’s so much. It’s so much, so much more than when he does it himself, and he needs more, he needs so much more.
He needs too much.
Steve works three fingers in and out of him, leaning over so he can press a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s intimate, something secret and warm between the two of them. Eddie knows this isn’t just something friends do, he knows that, and he can see it, he thinks, when Steve pulls away, that they’re both on the same page.
He hopes they’re both on the same page.
“You ready, Eddie?” Steve asks, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. He pulls his fingers out and searches the sheets for the discarded bottle of lube.
Eddie nods, spreads his legs even more. He winces when his hip turns too far, and then Steve is there, gripping him gently, and turning him onto his side. Big hands, strong muscles, moving Eddie with so much ease.
“This’ll be more comfortable,” Steve tells him, fitting behind Eddie.
His chest presses to Eddie’s back, the lengths of their bodies touching, sticky with sweat, heated with arousal. Eddie can feel Steve’s cock against him, hot and hard, pressing between his asscheeks, sliding up against the small of his back.
Steve reaches between their bodies, lifts Eddie’s leg, slides it forward until Eddie knows his cunt is on display. Steve sets Eddie’s leg down on the mattress, and then Eddie feels the wet head of Steve’s cock slide against him, right where he needs it most, and this is it, he thinks.
He’s stretched open as Steve pushes in, the fingering and all the lube helping. Steve takes his time, working just the tip of his cock into Eddie’s dripping cunt, letting it pop in before he pulls back out again. Eddie hears him add more lube, and then Steve pushes in deeper on the next try, forcing a moan from Eddie’s lips.
He turns his face toward his pillow, takes the fabric between his teeth and clamps down to muffle the sounds falling out of him. It’s good, feeling Steve against him, it’s so good feeling him inside, knowing he’s taking his time because Eddie’s never done this before.
Steve Harrington is fucking sweet, and he’s fucking Eddie so sweetly, and Eddie wants to keep him. He wants to keep him for as long as he fucking can.
“You okay, baby?” Steve whispers, sliding his arm around Eddie’s waist.
“Mhm,” Eddie hums, pressing his face into the pillow.
“Doesn’t hurt, or anything?”
“No, no,” Eddie says, lifting his head and turning it. He can just turn his head enough to see Steve over his shoulder, to see the way his hair is sticking to his forehead, sweaty and damp. He can see the way his lips part as he breathes, little rapid puffs like he might be just as affected as Eddie is. “I’m so good, Stevie. Please keep going.”
“You’ll tell me if you need to stop,” Steve says, no room for argument.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell you,” Eddie pants.
Steve pulls out until just the head is left inside Eddie and then he slides all the way in, pressing so deep Eddie thinks he might die in the best way. He feels it, feels how hot and thick and hard Steve is, feels him everywhere.
He slides in and out, never leaving Eddie’s body more than a couple inches before pressing back in impossibly deep. He slides so easily, hitting Eddie in all the spots that make him tremble. He’s being loud, he knows he is, and he almost, almost feels bad for his neighbors who have to hear it, but he also doesn’t really give a fuck.
He feels too good to give a fuck about anything other than Steve fucking him just right, a hand settled over his stomach and pressing down, holding him so close.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive, hm?” Steve comments, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder. His hand on his stomach moves, slides down until it’s between Eddie’s legs.
His fingers graze over Eddie’s cock, featherlight and Eddie tenses up, a loud moan breaking free.
“More,” Eddie demands. “Please, Stevie, need more.”
“You beg so nicely,” Steve murmurs, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s neck. “I can give you more, baby. You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie pants. “I’ve been so patient, baby, please touch me.”
Steve does, working Eddie’s cock in time with his thrusts. It’s so much, so good, the dual sensations inside and out of Eddie’s body, spreading like wildfire through his limbs and in his core.
It takes him a second to understand what exactly that means, the warmth in his gut that he hasn’t felt in so fucking long.
“That’s it, baby,” Steve whispers. His hand works faster. “Good boy. I can feel you, angel, can you feel that? Tightening around me so hard, oh, fuck, Eddie. You close?”
“Yeah,” Eddie gasps, the word punching out of him as he rocks himself against Steve’s hand and on his cock. He’s so close, so much closer than he’s gotten on his own in months, and it’s different than he’s ever felt.
He gets right up to the edge, about to tip over and Steve doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking him through it, working him like his life depends on it, and Eddie might be screaming, but it doesn’t fucking matter. Not when he feels like this, like he’s on fire in the best way possible.
Eddie thinks he definitely dies and goes to Heaven when he cums. It’s too much, too powerful, ripping through his entire body and crashing over him. He clenches down so hard on Steve’s cock that he feels it slip right out of him, leaving him with just the hand on his cock, working him over and over speeding up, never relenting. He bucks his hips up into Steve’s hand, grinds himself against it as he gasps and cries out.
His pussy throbs long after he’s done, tingles with the aftershocks. His heart rate returns to normal and he’s left with this bone deep satisfaction. He’s never felt this sated in his life, has never felt this — complete.
“Christ, man,” Steve huffs. “You needed that.”
Eddie nods, cranes his neck so he can see Steve, so he can bring him in for a kiss over his shoulder. Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, wet with spit, uncoordinated on Eddie’s part because he does not have control over his body anymore, that’s for sure.
“You didn’t cum,” Eddie pants when Steve pulls away.
“That’s okay, sweet boy,” Steve murmurs, and Eddie doesn’t want to dissect what that does to him. Doesn’t have enough of a coherent thought after coming his brain out to feel anything other than warmth over it. “This was about you, yeah? You needed some help, and you were so good.”
“Want you to,” Eddie says. “Want you to feel good, too, baby.”
Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, eyes slipping shut. He nods. “I did. I do feel good, Eddie. Helping you? That makes me feel good.”
“Steve,” Eddie whispers. “I want you to cum inside me. I’ve been good, right?”
“Yeah, Eddie, you’re so good,” Steve tells him. “But you just came really hard, man. I don’t want to hurt you if you’re sore.”
“Stevie,” Eddie sighs. “We established I like a little pain, right?”
Steve nods, takes a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. If you’re sure.”
Eddie reaches down between his legs and guides Steve’s cock back to his hole. He feels it catch, pop just inside, and he whines, angling his hips so Steve can slide back in.
Steve’s arm settles around his waist again as he rocks into Eddie, trying to get enough leverage to fuck into him faster.
“Hold on,” Eddie whispers.
Steve stops, face buried into the back of Eddie’s neck, panting into his skin.
“Wanna—” Eddie starts. He doesn’t know if he should ask, if it’s too much, if it means too much, but he realizes he wants it desperately. Wants— “Wanna see your face, baby. When you cum in me, I wanna—”
And then Steve is pulling out and grabbing Eddie by the hips, moving him until he’s on his back with his legs spread, and Steve fits himself in between them, and pushes back inside. He bends over Eddie, quickly thrusting into him, grinding deep as he presses kiss after kiss to Eddie’s lips.
It doesn’t take long for Steve to slam deep, so deep Eddie thinks he might break, and shake apart over him. He kisses him, lips slack as moans fall between them. Eddie drinks them down, holds Steve tight as he cums hard inside him.
And then Steve slumps against him, cock still pulsing and twitching inside him, and Eddie can feel the added wetness of Steve’s cum, can feel it leak out with each twitch of Steve’s hips.
Eddie locks his ankles behind Steve’s back, thighs squeezing his sides, and holds him there.
“Stay inside,” Eddie whispers.
“Okay,” Steve breathes, shaking but easy. So soft and so sweet.
He’s still shaking, just resting against Eddie as they try to breathe together.
“You okay, Harrington?” Eddie whispers. He runs his hands up and down Steve’s sides, over the scars that match Eddie’s.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Steve whispers, muffled into Eddie’s collar bone.
Eddie’s hands still, he freezes. Still blanketed under Steve’s trembling body, Eddie takes a deep, shaking breath.
“Pussy was that good, huh?” he jokes. Because there’s no way Steve meant that. There’s no way he even said it, nah, Eddie’s just hearing things.
Hearing things he wants to hear.
“No,” Steve says. He lifts his head. “I mean, yeah. Your pussy’s great, man, but no, that’s not — I just had to tell you, okay? It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but you know, I have to be honest because we just… did all that, and it would be wrong for me to not tell you.”
“After we—” Eddie starts, but then all the words catch right up to his brain and he pulls Steve in for another kiss, so heated and full of all the words Eddie wants to say back.
Steve’s still inside him, still covering him with his body. It’s so hot in the room, and Eddie feels gross, but none of that matters because Eddie may feel gross, but he’s loved. Loved in a way he never has been, and that’s—
“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie laughs. He thinks he might start to cry, thinks he might be already. “I mean, hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since, like, middle school, so there’s that.”
“You didn’t even know me,” Steve points out.
“Didn’t need to. Knew you were pretty,” Eddie whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What about you? When did this revelation hit you?”
“At Reefer Rick’s,” Steve answers immediately.
“Oh yeah? Which time?”
“The first time, man. When you had that bottle pressed to my throat. Fuck, all I could think was that you were wild. Wild, but scared, man. Like an animal that shouldn’t be caged, I don’t know.”
“What the fuck, Steve? You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this the whole time?” Eddie jokes.
Steve shrugs. “Didn’t wanna scare you off. You, uh, you’re doing better now, than you were then, and even just, a few weeks ago, you know? And if I would’ve—”
“I would’ve ran,” Eddie realizes.
Steve shrugs. “I would’ve waited longer, you know. Just, you were lying there in nothing but a pair of fucking cut off shorts, squirming, man. You were squirming and whining, and fuck, you would’ve seen how hard I was if I didn’t say something first to beat you to the punch.”
Eddie laughs. “Can’t believe I got you that worked up.”
“You’re a fucking dream, Eddie Munson,” Steve says. “And I don’t wanna wake up from this one.”
And it’s fucking cheesy, it’s so fucking cheesy, but Eddie finds himself smiling, his grin overtaking his whole face. He can’t stop it, can’t contain it, doesn’t fucking want to.
“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Eddie teases.
“Did that actually work?” Steve asks, his grin matching Eddie’s.
“Consider me swept, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink. “My feet are thoroughly off the ground.”
Steve kisses him again, and he moves them, slipping out of Eddie’s messy cunt, but not letting him go, not going far. He grabs the joint and the lighter off Eddie’s nightstand and lights it up again, taking a hit before passing it over to Eddie. They lay on their sides facing each other, Steve’s arm slung over Eddie’s waist.
“Hoping to get me horny again?” Eddie asks as he brings the joint to his lips.
Steve laughs, ducking his head to hide himself in Eddie’s neck. “I’m hoping I’d get a second round without it, but hey, if it works, it works.”
“Don’t worry, baby, you can have as many rounds as you want,” Eddie promises.
Something has definitely changed between them, but strangely, as Eddie lays in his bed beside Steve, smoking the rest of the joint they were working through earlier, it feels like nothing’s changed at all. They’ve been in love with each other this whole time, been living in each other’s pockets for the entire summer. Steve’s seen Eddie naked before, he’s helped him bathe, helped him change his bandages, helped him brush his hair, and makes sure he’s eating.
All these acts of kindness have never been because they’re just friends, and Eddie knows that now, and he thinks he knew that before, too. He kisses the top of Steve’s head, noses against his sweat damp hair, and holds him closer.
Soon they’ll have to get up and clean up, to wash away the evidence of what they just did, and they’ll get in the shower together, not for the first time, but for the first time when they both know what it means, and Eddie will hold Steve close, and he’ll ask Steve to call him angel and sweet boy, and—
They’ll clean up later.
Now, though, he whispers a quiet, “Yeah, I love you,” and holds him tight, and hears the same three words whispered back.
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