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bmodiwrites · 2 years ago

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Part 5 is finally here, y'all! I think this little series needs one more part, then Steve's Little Green Shorts will be done! Catch up on the previous parts here (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4) & read @infinite-orangepeel's original idea here. That little blurb started it all! There's adult stuff pretty much from the beginning, so it's under the cut. Minors, you know the way out!

It’s shockingly overwhelming to all the sudden get exactly what he wants.

Eddie ponders that thought as Steve hightails it out of the school’s parking lot. The look of determination and focus on Steve’s face is both adorable and thought provoking. Eddie isn’t cool enough to exist in any of the crowds that talk about popular kid gossip. Most of Eddie’s friends avoid all of those assholes like the plague – self-preservation is a much stronger instinct than curiosity, after all.

He’s not up on the current news enough to understand this new Steve Harrington that’s sitting beside him.

Luckily, Eddie is positive he doesn’t have to know the reasons behind Steve’s actions to enjoy them. Especially now that he knows there’s much more fun to come.

It’s hard to resist the call to touch now that the dams been broken on Eddie’s tight seal of control. His fingers find the inseam of Steve’s jeans without much thought. They linger there, brushing up and then back down, up and then back down, for the rest of the drive. Eddie can’t decide if it’s a distraction for him or Steve… or maybe them both. With so many amazing things happening at once, Eddie needs a little grounding.

It's a total coincidence, then, that the warmth of Steve’s inner thigh is absolutely perfect for that sort of thing.

After getting settled, it feels like no time at all has past when they pull into Steve’s driveway. They’re in the richer part of Hawkins that Eddie doesn’t recognize at first glance, so he pushes those details aside. He’ll need Steve’s help to get home regardless of whether he knows where the hell they are, anyway.

Instead of lingering on that helplessness, Eddie turns his attention to the yummy swing of Steve’s ass in the shorts that started it all.

This pair is a little shorter than the ones Steve wore during the run. The color is a little more dull, too, like they’ve seen a few rotations through the wash. With each step that Steve takes, the fabric that’s already barely covering Steve’s ass rides up, revealing the pert swell of bare cheek. Eddie knows Steve doesn’t have any underwear on, so his imagination fills in all the blanks left behind by those edible little shorts.

The decision to ignore the rest of the world and give his all to Steve is a good one. They’re joint at the lips the moment the front door is closed. Eddie appreciates the adrenaline rush that comes with their fumble through Steve’s house to get to the bedroom. He doesn’t mind the harsh hits his back takes or the sudden loss of breath that comes with each push against a flat surface. If this is just a fever dream that Eddie’s living through, bruises are the best souvenirs. They’ll be there to remind him that this moment actually happened.

Soon enough, Eddie can’t string two thoughts together. Everything is Steve’s touch or his smell or the softness of his sheets under Eddie’s skin. His head is overran by stimulus Eddie only ever dreamed about before. He’s so mindless that he tells Steve he’s a virgin without a singular ounce of shame. He’s lucky that Steve is actually shaping up to be a good person; in the wrong hands, that sort of information can be weaponized to the fullest extent.

Steve, it seems, just gets off on it. His efforts redouble after Eddie’s babbled admittance. He’s quick to get Eddie’s jeans off and on the floor. Bare skin is on display long before Eddie can come to terms with the fact that this is actually happening. He’s still lingering in disbelief up until Steve’s lips wrap around the head of his cock.

At that point, the evidence is kind of hard to ignore.

Like Steve so easily said, Eddie is about to lose his virginity. There’s no doubt about it now.

The realization becomes an open invitation for Eddie to finally throw caution to the wind and help himself to the banquet before him. Instead of questioning his good fortune, Eddie takes ahold of his luck. His fingers dive into Steve’s hair, tugging at it lightly. The locks are so soft and strong that Eddie’s arousal spikes with each new pull he allows himself. Steve is going to look wrecked when he comes up for air… all because of Eddie’s carnal enjoyment. What is sexier than that?

Eddie finds out the answer to that question a few minutes later. As the need for air finally hits Steve over the head, he pulls off of Eddie’s cock with an audible moan. There’s a string of spit that’s hanging from Steve’s red and swollen lips. Eddie can feel the minute shift of it as Steve drags in harsh breaths. It’s hard to focus on anything else until Steve’s drags his tongue over his lips, affectively breaking the string of spit and making Eddie want to drool. Knowing what he knows about that devilish tongue, Eddie can’t look at it without shuddering.

But, that’s not what really gets Eddie going.

Steve, after catching his breath, gets up from his slumped over position between Eddie’s thighs. He stands tall on the ground, stretching his arms over his head. Each muscle up his stomach and chest and across his arms, ripples with the movement. Eddie watches his biceps flex and tug as Steve whips off his shirt. Those delicious green shorts are pushed down next, rendering Steve completely bare to Eddie. And though it’s the second time in less than an hour, something feels different about it now.

Steve’s nakedness is for Eddie’s eyes alone.

That thought, coupled by the heap of green fabric on the floor, lights Eddie on fire.

The sight before him is, hands down, the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

Suddenly, the distance between them is too much. Eddie sits up so he can reach out and pull Steve to him. The other boy comes willingly, falling into Eddie’s easy embrace. They are kissing before either understands the magnetic way their bodies fell back together. Eddie’s arms wrap around Steve’s shoulders, wanting to keep the younger boy near.

They make out for so long, Eddie loses track of time. His eyes drift shut so feeling alone is his guide. Despite his previous inexperience, Eddie learns what Steve likes pretty quickly. It’s easy to lean the right way and drop his hands to the lower part of Steve’s back – drawing the noises out that Steve can’t help make it well worth the effort paying attention to the little things costs Eddie. Especially when the right roll of his hips jolts Steve back into action.

“I was plenty happy just to taste you,” Steve says as he pulls back to fumble through the bedside table. He doesn’t continue for a moment. It’s only the sound of rifling that fills the room. Then, a happy sigh leaves Steve’s lips. “A small piece won’t ever be enough, Eddie.”

Slightly taken aback, Eddie is distracted enough by Steve’s words to miss the sticky opening of the lube bottle. His mind is trying so hard to puzzle together what Steve means that Eddie doesn’t feel the breach of Steve’s finger until he’s well passed the first knuckle. The burn is new and odd and just enough to pull Eddie’s focus back to where it needs to be.

“Jesus, Steve – “ Eddie groans, unable to choke back his surprise. “That’s – “

Eddie can’t figure out the best way to describe the feeling, so he bites down on his lip to quiet himself down, instead. After a breath or two, the burning turns to something warm that tingles through his hips and up his spine. Relaxing makes it easier for Steve to replicate that feeling over and over and over again.

Soon, Eddie loses count of the amount of fingers Steve pushes inside of him – he’s gone completely stupid over dead on hits to the prostate and the delicious apprehension that lingers until the next delicate brush against that special place inside. He’s drooling through the new sort of pleasure that comes from being completely taken apart.

It’s so good that he immediately misses it when Steve decides that Eddie is finally ready. “Ah, Steve – I’m so close,” Eddie mumbles, completely wrecked. He’s clenching against the emptiness, fighting with the piece inside of him that wants to shout with dissatisfaction.

Thankfully, Steve is a merciful boy who gently pets Eddie’s face as he feeds him his cock. Eddie is so ready for the intrusion that he picks his hips up to thrust into Steve’s movements, helping him along. He easily ruins Steve’s attempt to be soft and sweet with his impatience. That’s plain to see when Steve bottoms out long before he initially expected. Eddie can’t help but moan in triumph – it’s delectable, catching Steve off guard.

“I’m never going to get used to you, am I?” Steve asks as he pulls his hips back. He thrusts them forward hard, not waiting for Eddie to answer. It’s apparent to them both, even without words, that nothing is ever going to be predictable, ordinary, or usual.

Especially the carnal way they come together.

Steve brings out a passion in Eddie that’s never expressed itself before. He clings tightly to Steve’s arms and back with each punishing thrust. Despite knowing it’s not the best idea, Eddie doesn’t choke back any of his sounds or reactions. He sees the way shouting Steve’s name makes his hips thrust forward harder, so Eddie screams it with reckless abandon.

His body becomes a source of pleasure tempered only by Steve’s touch.

Eddie can’t come until Steve’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, though it only takes the one squeeze to push him over the edge. The precum that’s been steadily dripping onto Eddie’s belly enhances the slide of Steve’s touch. His orgasm, when it hits, is transcending. Eddie can’t feel his toes or fingers or the tip of his nose as outright pleasure overwhelms him for what feels like the first time in his entire life.

The joy of the moment is further enhanced by Steve’s choked off “Eddie – “ as he too jumps off the edge into the abyss of that little death.

They collide somewhere in the darkness, clinging to each other in hopes of catching the returning light.

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inkskinned · 1 year ago

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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

#this shifts gender so much bc it actually affects everyone #yes it's a gendered phenomenon. i have written a LOT about how different genders experience it. that's for a different post.#writeblr #ps my comments about seeing someone cry -- this is not to shame any person #and on this blog we support workers.#at the same time it's a really hard experience to see someone that looks like you. clearly in agony. and have them forced to keep going.#when you're young it doesn't necessarily look like acting. it looks scary. and that's what this is about - the fact that teens #have likely already been exposed to that definition of things. because the internet exists #and without the context of healthy education. THAT is the image burned into their minds about what it looks like.#it's also just one of those personal nuanced biases -#at 19 i thought it was normal to be in pain. to cry. to not-like-it. that it should be perfunctory.#it was what i had seen.#and it didn't help that my religious upbringing was like . 'yeah that's what you get for premarital. but also for the reference #we do think you should never actually enjoy it lol'#so like the point im making is that ppl get exposed to that stuff without the context of something more tender #and assume .... 'oh. so it's fine i am not enjoying myself'. and i know they do because I DID.#he was my first boyfriend. how was i supposed to know any different #i didn't even have the mental wherewithal to realize im a lesbian . like THAT used to suffering.

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