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Steve would like to say he has no idea how this happened, but that would be a lie. He knows exactly how he got into this predicament and he maybe did everything in his power so that he’d be in this position: looking up at Eddie Munson who is somehow looking down at Steve because apparently he’s taller now and Steve might possibly be really enjoying the circumstances.
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Steve turned up to pick up the kids from hellfire. Like he always does, on time and ready to go as soon as the last door closes. Sure, he knows to give them some leeway When they are running late but he’s also been looking for an excuse to rile Eddie up, to see what reaction he could get out of the other boy and if Steve could use his certified Harrington Charm on the unsuspecting metalhead. Yes, Steve knows this is an entirely selfish agenda and, no, he does not care.
Ever since he noticed that when Eddie isn’t slouching he’s a good couple of inches taller than Steve’s own height he’s been kind of intrigued. Well actually that’s a lie, Steve has been borderline obsessed. Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie. A big one. Huge in fact. Wants to kiss eddie, stroke his hair, wash his clothes, fuck him into the mattress, have his children, the whole nice yards. But he he doesn’t want to rush into anything, wants to romance the other boy, to woo him, to give him the romancing of his LIFE.
And yes he also wants to climb him like a tree and kiss him and pull his hair and all the other things that will leave the pair of them sweaty and unable to walk for a few hours. He’s maybe spent a few nights thinking about those scenarios and has maybe discovered a few new things about himself in the process. He’s also spent more time than he realised looking at Eddie’s hands now that they are a constant and incredibly detailed feature in his dreams but that’s a problem for another day. The height thing, that’s Steve’s priority, that’s how he’s going to win his man.
He’s spent the majority of his work shifts thinking about if he could fit his head under Eddie’s chin in a hug, if Eddie would have to lean down to kiss him, how much difference Eddie’s boots might make, how Eddie could trap him against a wall and what that might feel like. And most importantly, Steve knows Eddie likes him too. Now, he doesn’t know if Eddie knows his own feelings but he’s caught the boy staring a few too many times to be a coincidence. And Steve may have worn his shorter basketball shorts a couple of times when he knew Eddie’s presence would be guaranteed and definitely saw the prettiest blush across the boys face when he made his entrance. It’s not just a physical thing though. Steve’s bought tapes, sewing materials, band patches and food for Eddie and every time he’s been met with the same response; a shy smile aimed towards the ground as Eddie turns the object over in his hands. Once finished the inspection there’s a giggly ‘thank you’ with the return of Steve’s favourite blush. He has it on good authority (Henderson can be trusted on all things Eddie, okay? He’s like an encyclopaedia on him or something) that Eddie doesn’t shut up about whatever gift Steve got him the whole day and absolutely does not let anyone else touch it. This feels like enough evidence for Steve to begin The Woo-ing.
Now essentially Steve has a short term goal, and that goal is to make Eddie Munson get to his full height and get riled up enough to flirt with Steve. Steve knows Eddie, knows that he loves to be loud and give a performance which is exactly why Steve has chosen tonight to begin his ‘romancing of the munson’ (Robin insisted on the name and it made the whole thing feel like a sports play so it’s a win win)
It’s after the usual hellfire ending time, yes it’s just one minute after but Steves taking no chances. Late is late and this is exactly what he needs. He throws his car door open and makes his way into the school and finds his way to the makeshift club room. By the time he storms into the room everyone is packing up and talking amongst themselves so, dramatic entry so longer required, Steve shifts gears. He’s adaptable, he’s a pro, he’s definitely thinking with his dick and can practically hear Robin telling him so.
‘Come on guys, places to be, parents to go home to. Say goodbye to your overlord who clearly does not care about me getting chewed out for getting you home after curfew’
Steve sees Eddie’s head pop up like a meerkat at this amongst the groans of the younger kids and a very definite ‘fuck off, old man’ from Mike.
As hoped, Eddie takes the bait, rises from his chair and makes his way over to Steve who has oh so conveniently propped himself up against an empty wall that he may or may not have scoped out the last time he was picking the kids up. Yes this has been a month in planning, he didn’t get his game rep for nothing thank you very much.
Eddie is closer now, giving his full attention to Steve
‘Sir steve, you seem to have your teeny tiny panties in the biggest of twists. Are you saying you are scared of a few parents? Really?’
‘Well, one of us has to be responsible if you all want to keep playing your goblin games’
They are close now, not close enough but Steve can play the game to get what he wants. Knows each move is important to get the desired outcome. He only just caught it but he’s sure Eddie’s eyes just flickered down to his lips. Just for a second but he swears it happened.
‘So, so kind of you Steve. I’ll do you a deal, you get the kiddies home safe and I’ll protect you from the mean and scary grown ups as payment, ‘kay?’
He finished with a flick of the wrist an a tilt of the head and he’s so pretty, so so pretty but Steve has to stay on target. He leans back, crosses his arms over he chest and levels Eddie with a hopefully stern but sexy look. A Steve classic.
‘You? Protect me? In what world dude? Do you need glasses? I’ve got like 15 pounds on you. At least.’
The rest of hellfire haven’t been paying attention to them, discussing something about the next meeting in whispers, hoping Eddie won’t hear them. Which is all a bit of a blessing because since walking over to Steve, Eddie has finally invaded his personal space, practically swaying into Steve’s orbit. Steve is trying his best to not stare at Eddie’s mouth, to not think about how he has to look up a little bit to make eye contact when, Eddie somehow gets even closer as he makes his next comment
‘Steve, stevie, my dear Steve. In this relationship, you are the vertically challenged one, therefore the one needing protection.’
‘I’m literally taller than you’
‘Hair doesn’t count Farah’
And there it is, Steve can feel his whole face heat up, knows he has to play it cool but Eddie decided this would be the perfect moment to lean down, and tangle his hand in Steve’s hair. But it’s not enough, Steve knows he can push it further, desperately wants to see if he can break the other boy.
‘Whatever, not like it matters anyway’
and in an extremely calculated move he pushes up from his slouched position to standing straight. The result? Eddies hand slipping from Steve’s hair, onto the wall, Eddie raising to his full height and leaning down over Steve with a glint in his eye that makes Steve terrified in the best way. They are practically nose to nose, all Steve would have to do is take one step, one tiny step and he could feel Eddie’s lips on his own, finally find out what Eddie tastes like, what noises he could pull from him. He can feel the heat coming off of Eddie’s body as he leans in close to whisper in Steve’s ear
‘It does if you like it, sweetheart’
Steve’s hands go into fists, trying to stop himself from grabbing Eddie by the shirt collar and pulling him all the way in. Wants to know what Eddie would do, how far he could take it before Eddie pushes back and pins him. But Steve knows he can’t do that, this has got to be a romance, he can’t let Eddie think he isn’t serious about this whole thing. So he reigns himself in but allows King Steve to take over momentarily as he turns his head ever so slightly into Eddie, whispering back, lips touching the taller boys jawline with every word
‘And what if I do?’
He hears the sharp intake of breath as much as he feels it, can sense the sway of Eddie’s body coming closer to his own, desire evident when Eddie pulls back to look at Steve, pupils blown and a high pink across his cheeks and the most devious smirk. Both of them breathing hard and uneven, searching each others eyes for the answer, for the next step.
‘STEVE! YOU SAID WE HAD TO GO! COME ON OR IM GOING TO MISS KNIGHTRIDER’
Both of them jump at the sudden intrusion of Mike’s voice. Both of them immediately miss the proximity and body heat and the tension but the moment is gone however high the tension might have been.
‘Ye-yeah hold your horses Wheeler I’m coming. I mea- I - let’s go. These fucking kids man, don’t know how you do it.’
it’s quiet while they both look down but Steve continues;
‘See you later, yeah? Could hang out tomorrow night ? Show me how you plan on protecting me?’
Steve ends with a smile and a very obvious extended stare at Eddie’s mouth.
‘Yeah- uh- yeah sure, sounds good. I uh, better go…over…there?’
Eddies reply is flustered, licking his bottom lip at the end and his hands shoved deep inside his jeans pockets as Steve slips out from under him. Steve manages to keep it together until they are out of the school then he’s stomping to his car and glaring at Mike through the rear view mirror the whole drive home.
As Mike leaves the car he gives Steve the one finger salute and Dustin immediately turns to face Steve
‘Who pissed in your Frosties dude?’
Steve can feel the bitchiness rise before he can stop it, snarky expression fully fixed to his face.
‘I dunno Henderson. Maybe mind your own business and stay out of mine?’
Dustin raises his hands up in mock surrender and a quiet ‘jeez alright, fine, guess I’ll shut up’ but Steve makes sure to say goodbye and checks if he needs a ride tomorrow before dustin gets out the car.
Because tomorrow is a new day and might just be the day Steve’s been waiting for. He just has to get through work first.
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It’s a slow day, can’t really expect much else for a thursday in the height of winter. So with no customers to attend to and a disgusting number of tapes to re-shelve, (seriously did Keith do nothing yesterday?) Steve does what any reasonable and conscientious employee would do. He grabs Robin and gives her the full break down of the night before while both of them are lying on the floor behind the front desk. They even thought about flipping the sign to ‘closed’
Robin is chewing gum as she talks, a habit Steve noticed not too long ago and now always makes sure to keep a packet in his car in case of Robin related emergencies which are more regular than you’d think.
‘You are honestly both just as useless as each other. Maybe I should find some new friends, friends who have functioning brain cells’
‘Oh like you are any better when you even THINK about nancy!’
‘Yeah well she’s smart and pretty! What do you expect from me!
‘Eddie is smart and pretty too…’
It goes on like that for a while, the pair of them unwilling to admit just how hopeless they are. Eventually a customer comes in, prompting the pair of them to get back to work so Steve takes the easy way out and grabs a stack of tapes to shelve while Robin gives him the dirtiest look and attends to the customer (who is looking for ‘some movie about a mannequin’ that seemingly isn’t the popular movie mannequin staring Kim Catrall despite describing the exact plot line of said movie).
So Steve is quietly laughing to himself about his friend’s imminent work related break down while trying to push a tape on to a too high shelf. He’s on his tip toes, too lazy to get the step ladder when the tape almost falls but before it does there’s a familiar ring clad hand pushing it back up
‘Need a little help there, princess?’
Steve turns, suddenly in a position very similar to the night before, only this time there’s a stack of tapes acting as a barrier between him and Eddie. He feels his own eyes widen as he registers how close Eddie is and has to stop himself fist pumping the air when Eddie’s own eyes flick down to give Steves whole body a once over. Clear appraisal in his expression.
‘Princess? What happened? I was Sir Steve last night’
‘Hmmm yeah didn’t realise how much you needed to be saved from the scary adults then though. Ergo, your new job title. I wouldn’t worry though, suits you’
It’s silence between the two of them, both quite happy to smile at each other in close proximity. Steve takes a step closer, tummy almost flipping when Eddie seems to smile wider with no intention of widening the gap. There’s a subtle shift in Eddie’s posture, making him taller and almost leaning over Steve. He raises his eyebrow with it, like he remembers exactly what Steve said the night before and is testing him. With Eddie being this close, Steve almost feels high, let’s the sensation overtake him
‘Hmm I dunno, I think you’ve got the princess hair. Pretty enough for it too’
With that Eddie let’s out a huff of a laugh from his nose, both lips drawn into his mouth as if he’s trying to contain the smile threatening to break out. His head bows fractionally as tries to hide his expression before he realises he’s just moving his face closer to Steve’s. All Steve wants to do is tilt Eddie’s face back up, to see that smile and bask in the joy of knowing he put it there. In that moment the reckless feeling takes over, Steve goes to move his hand and promptly drops all the the tapes he was holding directly at Eddie’s feet and of course they both lean down at the same time and of course they whack their heads together in a dull thud.
It’s not the first hit to the head Steve’s received after his years in sport so he continues his descent to the ground to pick up the tapes, hoping he can salvage this somehow. He’s trying to think of recovery strategies when a boat load of customers pile through the door and he hears a frantic ‘Steve!’ From wherever Robin may be. Steve knows he has to be quick so before he gets to his feet he looks up to see Eddie standing above him, hissing and rubbing at his forehead. Trying not to be distracted by the very compromising position and actually thinking properly this time, Steve rises to stand toe to toe with eddie. He raises a hand to cup the back of Eddie’s head and bring him down a couple of inches (because, again, taller) to press a quick kiss to his forehead and speaking quietly, mouth hovering just above the other boy’s in a suggestion of a kiss
‘Duty calls. See you tonight though, yeah? 8:30? Grab a movie, we can watch it at my place’
Steve walks backwards toward the front desk, wanting to get an answer out of Eddie before returning to the joys of employment. Eddie gives him a mocking salute before turning lazily on his heel and perusing the shelves. By the time Steve and Robin are done with the mob of customers Eddie is gone too.
It doesn’t take long before he and Robin return to the floor to lament clothing choices for the evening and if a bump to the head might cause memory loss enough for Eddie to forget he ever agreed to coming round later.
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It’s 8:25 and Steve has been pacing the house for at least half and hour, called Robin at least four times and had to finally let her go when her mom picked up another handset and oh so delicately asked Steve if he could call back as they were waiting for a very important international call and who was Steve to say no to a Buckley?
At bang on 8:30 there’s a knock on the door and Steve almost concusses himself in his speed to open it. Right before he grabs the handle he checks himself in the mirror points at his own reflection with steely determination, murmuring to himself; ‘you can do this harrington.’
On opening the door Steve is kind of speechless. He knew Eddie was hot but this is a lot. Under the porch light Eddie’s hair is in a messy low pony tail, the winter air giving him a dusting of pink over his nose and cheeks as he blows into his hands and rubs them together in an over the top act to keep warm. His jacket is the usual leather and denim but his tshirt is tucked into his jeans on one side, giving a hint of his waist. And from there it’s long legs wrapped in skinny jeans ending in the boots. The boots that give Eddie an extra inch on Steve. The boots that are currently causing Steve to look a little higher than usual to meet Eddie’s eyes. Steve knows he’s staring, knows he’s been caught staring too.
‘Something got your attention big guy? Or can I come in? It’s fucking freezing man’
Stopping himself from stuttering out a reply, Steve steps to the side, ushering Eddie in and through to the warmth of the living room. Steve follows behind him noticing a lump in the fabric of his jacket
‘I’d give you the ‘is that a banana in your pocket’ line but kind of in the wrong place. What the hell are you hiding?’
‘Ah he is not only fair of face but eagle eyed too, how lucky I am to be under the attention of Sir Steve’
Steve makes to grab for whatever Eddie has when Eddie reaches around and grabs a tape that he’d had stuffed down the back of his jeans
‘Ah ah! You said I get to pick the movie and you aren’t getting to see what it is until it starts’
Eddie is holding the tape above Steve, just out of reach but it doesn’t stop Steve from trying.
The truth is he’s not hugely shorter than Eddie, maybe a couple of inches max, but it’s times like this that it’s evident, that Steve thinks about a little too often.
They are both laughing, shit talking each other when Steve jumps in an attempt to grab the tape but instead grabs Eddie’s wrist. He loses his footing on the landing and can feel himself backwards on to the couch but doesn’t register to let go of Eddie until it’s too late and the boy is dragged down on top of him.
Steve hits bottom couch corner on a diagonal, resulting in him fully lying back against the seat cushions. Just as he registers his position he also notices Eddie’s. Eddie who is hovering over Steve, one foot on the floor, the opposite leg awkwardly wedged between the Steve’s thighs, a hand propping him up as his other wrist s still gripped in Steve’s hand over his chest.
Like this, Eddie could cover the length of Steve’s whole body, he could drop to his elbow and trap Steve under his weight, would be able to feel his heartbeat, could pin Steve down and Steve would be sexually frustrated enough to leave this mortal coil. Steve gets lost in thoughts of submissive postures and how it might feel to straddle Eddie in this position, to see what reaction that might bring. It can’t have been more than a couple of seconds but when he comes back to reality Eddie is leaning down over Steve, eyes boring into his like he’s seen it all. Like he knows exactly what Steve is thinking and he wants it too.
He’s all encompassing is the thing, his hair half fallen out of the scrunchie and surrounding both of their faces, Eddie’s body radiating warmth above him, the faint smell of long gone cigarettes and whatever soap was on offer when Wayne went grocery shopping. Steve could stay like this forever, with the feeling of Eddie’s heartbeat under his thumb as his grip remains on his wrist. With Eddie wide eyed and wanting, eyes flitting between Steve’s mouth and eyes, tongue darting out to wet his own lips, almost uncertain in what he is allowed to do next.
Steve’s mind fills with possibilities but then Eddie is moving, dropping from being propped up on his hand to his elbow, so much closer. As he shifts he lower body moves and Steve feels Eddie half hard cock press up against his thigh. Knowing Eddie is getting turned on too only spurs Steve on and when Eddie looks to slightly panic as if wanting to move away Steve let’s his base instincts take over and pushes own hips up against the taller boy and groans in a way he knows is vaguely pornographic but importantly gets people wet. Eddie stops mid movement, looks down to where Steve pressed against him. Steve barely hears the ‘fuck’ that escapes Eddie’s mouth. Spurred on by this quiet admission Steve brings Eddie’s hand up from where is was trapped against his chest and up to his mouth, kissing his palm and each finger, letting the pad of his thumb into his mouth where he lets his tongue swirl over it a couple of times before kissing the pad and letting it go.
Both of their chests are rising and falling at a rapid pace, practically breathless already. Pupils blown wide, Eddie leans down, forehead pressed against Steve’s
‘Can I-‘
Steve doesn’t let him finish, places a hand on Eddie’s jaw and lets their lips meet and it releases something in both of them. Eddie takes in a sharp breath before kissing back and Steve lets keening noise he’s been holding back, out. It turns frantic, Eddie adjusting his position so that he is fully ontop of Steve, locking him in with his arms at either side of his head and legs slotted together with the boy underneath him. Steve takes the opportunity to hook his thigh over Eddie and pulls him down. Both of them grunting at the friction they have been seeking.
Eddie leaves sticky kisses along Steve’s jaw and down his neck, clear intentions of hickeys and marking and claiming, only causing steve to be more vocal, moaning in clear pleasure
‘Fuck, you sound so good. Could put you in one of my songs fu-‘
Eddie is stopped as Steve’s hands go from exploring his back to the waistband of his trousers and undoing Eddie’s button and zipper to get his hand in. With the first touch over his boxers Eddie almost collapses ontop of steve and Steve has to stop himself from complaining when Eddie manages to catch himself.
‘You too, take yourself out too, want to see you Steve’
‘Fuck yes, yea-okay’ Steve fumbles with his own zipper, not caring about the details for himself as long as Eddie is feeling good. His cock springs free and he traps it against Eddie’s in his hand, grateful for his own handspan. Both of them are already slick but Steve knows how to put on a show so takes his hand up to his own mouth and presses two fingers into his mouth, let’s the spit drip down onto his hand before gripping himself and Eddie again.
‘Tell me how you like it, yeah? Want to be good for you’ Steve moves his hand over the two cockheads, can feel Eddie holding himself back from fucking into his first.
Between grunts and gasps Eddie manages to get out;
‘Princess, I’ve been trying not to come since you let me grind against you. Still not convinced this isnt a hallucination from banging my head this morning’
‘Definitely real. So real’
Steve says between gritted teeth and let’s himself thrust into his hand, grateful when Eddie follows his lead and let’s his head sink into the gap between Steve’s neck and shoulder, breathing shallow and scraping his teeth in ways that goes straight to Steve’s dick. The conversation stops and descends into ‘there’ ‘so good’ and countless praise. Not before long Eddie let’s out at whine with
‘gonna come, Steve I’m-‘
‘Do it, show me Eddie, wanna see it’
With short rapid thrusts Eddie comes over Steve’s fist, keeps going as he rides through the orgasm. The added wetness and image of Eddie above him sends Steve over the edge with a shout, stripping both of their cocks together as cum lands on his chest where Eddie pushed his shirt up, bunched under his armpits.
They come down together, Eddie lying on his side, playing with Steve’s chest hair, both of them getting their breath back.
‘Can’t believe I had the best orgasm of my life and didn’t even take my fucking boots off’
‘Hmmm, I can’
‘What?’
‘They make you taller’
‘Wait. You were serious? DUDE I-‘
‘What’s the problem? You said you just had the best orgasm?’
‘No, no, no you are telling me I could have just worn some boots and had this MONTHS AGO’
‘Well we’ll just have to make up for lost time’
They don’t wait long for round two. Boots off this time but Eddie’s height taken to full advantage.