#steve is hotter than a firework on the 4th of july

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Steve fuckin Harrington was MADE for the 4th of July, I swear.

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Thinking about colors!older!steve on the fourth of july…

You’re over at his place, a yearly get together like christmas with him and Jenny. You two get to lounge in the pool while he gets to break out the grill.

He’s in nothing but his apron she got him last father’s day that says “Grill Master” and short blue swim trunks that stop right in the middle of his hairy thighs, with some white plastic birkenstocks on his feet. The colors make his tanned skin glow along with the sheen of sweat that coats it provided by the high hanging sun above.

You don’t know how thankful he is for the apron though especially today, because the tiny little swim suit you brought this year is going to haunt his every waking thought for at least the next two weeks.

The two of you sneak glances from across the back yard, and he thinks he might actually die when you decide to lounge on the floaty practically fully exposed to him. The water makes your swim suit cling to your curves like it’s suctioned to your body. Water dripping off your skin in beads collecting in the holes of the floaty, the slight breeze making your nipples peak. He can feel his jaw drop, quickly collecting himself when he catches the look on Jenny’s face.

You smirk eyes closed under your sunglasses, you don’t know what’s hotter the heat of his gaze or the summer day. Jenny scoff’s when Eddie Money starts playing over the speakers he installed a few years ago above their deck, interrupting the nap that was begging to take over in the gentle sway of the water. The high pitch ringing of her phone saving you both from her complaining as she clacks away in her flip flops to go talk to her boyfriend inside.

The silence is thick with tension that both of you have felt since last Christmas, a secret your best friend doesn’t know. He clears his throat and you roll off your floaty at the same time. The cold water soothes the damage the sun did, your sunglasses slipping off when you re-emerge.

His standing at the edge of the pool. Right in front of you.

His apron is slung over the patio chair behind him, giving you the perfect view of the lingering effects your have on him by how snug his trunks fit. The salt and pepper hair that covers the top of his chest curls with sweat, the muscles in his abs flexing when he can see how the water rolls down the swell of your breasts this angle. A deep sigh escaping through his nose.

“Honey.” It’s a warning.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington?” You bat your lashes, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth when you see the way the name makes his dick twitch.

He opens his mouth but whatever he’s about to say gets cut off by Jenny’s reappearance. His ears going red and eyes widening when you decide to push off the side of the pool floating on your back again at the same time.

“Are you getting in the water Dad?” She smiles brightly completely unaware of what’s happening under her nose.

He grumbles something about needing a drink, and maybe later before he disappears through the sliding door.

“I was gone for like 3 minutes, what’s his deal?” she asks annoyed reclaiming her spot next to the pool.

You just shrug, taking another few laps before you say you have to go to the bathroom. She doesn’t think anything of it too distracted by her phone again.

It takes him less than a minute to find you once you’re inside pulling you into his office. He doesn’t care that you’re dripping chlorine all over his hard wood floors, or how you shiver from the cold of the AC. Not when he’s got you propped on his desk buried between your legs with one large hand covering your mouth to block your moans from his daughter just outside the curtain covered window. Stretching you open more and more with each harsh thrust of his hips, till he feels the way you start fluttering around his dick. Your walls begging him for his release which he gladly gives you, filling you to the brim before he’s sliding your bottoms back in place not giving you the option to clean up.