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Walking through the door after an excruciatingly long day at work, Eddie expects to find Steve at the stove, cooking his patented Thursday night spaghetti. Instead, he’s met with darkness barely broken up by a singular flickering candle.
With a slight sigh, Eddie gracelessly puts his backpack and jacket on a kitchen chair. He usually is more cognizant of himself but he’s tired and not at all happy with the loneliness that sets in more and more as the seconds pass. Steve’s ire just might be worth the slight change in routine if it means actually getting the man’s attention.
Now that he’s feeling a tiny bit more comfortable, Eddie walks across the kitchen to his only light source. His sight is still good enough to pick up the stark white paper lying on their black marble counters. The candle flickers as he picks up what can only be a note. It takes a second for the light to allow him to read the words, though his impatience has him squinting in an attempt to read the words before him.
Eds –
You’ve been stressed, so let’s have a bit of fun. In the dining room, there’s something waiting for you. Snag what’s there and come find me. Each hit costs the other a piece of clothing.
Happy hunting.
Love,
Steve
Blinking from both shock and excitement, Eddie puts the note back on the counter, careful to keep it away from the open flame. He’s not ashamed to admit that he practically runs to the dining room where his surprise is waiting for him. It’s been a while since he’s felt anticipation like this bubbling up in his chest.
Between the kids at school and the music he’s still trying to produce, Eddie’s tired and filled to the brim with the kind of discontent that comes from having too much on his plate. Despite that, Steve’s thoughtful ideas and interesting ways of caring for him keep Eddie on his toes. Steve, in general, makes Eddie so very happy. Times like this reinforce that truth tenfold.
A soft gasp leaves his lips the moment he notices the Nerf gun sitting on the table. It’s one of the newer toys that’s out on the market – his kids are always going on about the damn things instead of participating in the amazing art activities Eddie meticulously plans. They’re the bane of his existence, yet Eddie is overjoyed to see the toy on the table.
There are already bullets loaded into the front of it, patiently waiting for Eddie to inaccurately fire them off. He sees another bundle next to the gun and pockets them. Despite knowing he’s not going to need many to get Steve successfully out of his clothes, Eddie isn’t one to take any chances.
Strip Nerf War is his new favorite game and Eddie is absolutely going to win.
Picking up the Nerf gun, Eddie is reminded of the many times he’s played laser tag with Dustin and the crew over the years. The pommel of it sits nicely in his hand. Eddie’s finger makes no hesitation as it settles over the plastic trigger. For some reason, relief washes over him. He’s seconds away from having one of the best nights of his life – Eddie can feel that in the very pit of his soul.
As quietly as possible, Eddie makes his way down the hall. Their house is small, despite the both of them working successful jobs. It’s just the two of them without much need for a lot of space. There are two spare bedrooms for their friends to use when they visit, though they’re pretty much empty – and absolutely piss poor for hiding.
Eddie bypasses both of those rooms in favor of tiptoeing into their bedroom. There’s a bedside table light on but no other signs of life. Knowing the calming atmosphere is just a trick to catch him off guard, Eddie arms himself, bringing the Nerf gun a little higher so he’s ready to shoot if need be. His heart races a little, like it always does when Steve is near.
That in and of itself should’ve been enough of a clue for Eddie to turn around and fire at will. Yet, he’s still caught off guard by the soft footfalls that sound behind them. There’s a sharp hit against his back before Eddie can turn and protect himself or get out of the way. He’s been hit and the game is truly on.
“I think I’ll take your socks first,” Steve says as he sidles up against Eddie’s back. His chest is heaving slightly, the beat of his heart tangible where they’re pressed together. It’s glorious in the way losing is not.
Huffing out a petulant laugh, Eddie leans down without trying to fight back. In doing so, his ass butts up against Steve’s crotch, drawing a breath from them both. He takes off his socks, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor.
“I’ll give you a ten second head start before I really start to hunt you down,” Eddie offers as he straightens back up. He doesn’t bother turning around because Steve is gone before all of the words are out of Eddie’s mouth.
It takes a few minutes for Eddie to find Steve again, though this time, he’s prepared to fire right away. The darts fly from the front of the gun, landing three against Steve’s chest easily. Eddie can’t help but let out a whoop of excitement – not only is he winning, but Steve’s flesh will be on display soon enough, too.
“Jeans first, baby. Then your shoes and shirt.” Eddie’s grin is mischievous and gloriously met with a saucy smirk of Steve’s own.
They don’t break eye contact as Steve kicks off his shoes. There’s not a chance in hell Eddie’s going to miss a single moment of Steve’s little strip tease. To get his pants down, Steve has to put his Nerf gun on the floor before him. Instead of going down the easy route, Steve turns around and sticks his ass out as he bends forward to put it on the ground. He’s oh so slow to get up and when he does, it’s with the slightest wiggle of his hips. The tease is glorious and way too much for the little game they’re playing.
Still, Eddie can’t deny that he’s hooked by the slow slip of the metal button on Steve’s jeans. Long fingers work it through the hole. Steve bites his lip as he drops the zipper and pulls the sides of his pants apart. For just a second, he stares at Eddie that way – a little more open and sexy than just a few seconds prior.
When Steve moves next, Eddie breaks out of his fever dream – Steve in real life without a shirt is better than any fantasy or memory his brain can conjure up. Eddie has to stop himself from drooling as inch after glorious inch of bare skin is revealed. At thirty, Steve is hairier and a little thicker than his twenty-year old self. For all that it’s worth, Eddie loves the body slowly being revealed to him more than just about anything else. Steve as a person tops the list, but only just barely.
The distraction is enough for Steve to move like lightening, grabbing his Nerf gun from the floor and shooting Eddie so quickly neither of them really see it coming. Steve is grinning at him with the most triumphant look in his eyes, as though getting caught and cornered was a setup. After a moment of counting the darts before him, Eddie comes to the conclusion that Steve is a mastermind, totally in control of all things happening.
Soon, both of them are down to just their boxers, the ridiculously fun toys still in their hands. Eddie is hiding behind the couch, peeking his head over the edge in hopes of catching Steve doing the same thing. They’re so close to the finish line that Eddie is getting impatient. He wants to grab the bare skin of Steve’s sides and pull the man close. He needs to have that chest hair against him, reminding him of all the comfort and love Steve’s mere presence brings. The familiarity of scars and blemishes make Eddie’s mouth water.
He wants.
So he gets a little reckless.
As usual, Steve is waiting for him, though this time, it’s to finally take home the victory. A practically naked Steve Harrington-Munson goes flying through the air, darts firing off as his body is taken by gravity to the ground. The sticky bits on the front of them are cold against Eddie’s skin, though that’s so far from Eddie’s mind.
His thumbs are already in his pants when Steve gets up and hurries over to him.
“Here, let me,” Steve practically purrs, his hands replacing Eddie’s without him actually giving the other permission. Though, Eddie thinks the white gold band on Steve’s left ring finger is enough of a yes for his husband to pretty much do whatever he wants. Especially when the heaviness of his erection is finally within that talented grasp.
Except, Steve doesn’t move to wrap his hand around Eddie’s cock. Instead, he leans forward and presses his nose into the soft hair at the bottom of Eddie’s stomach. Growing up brought him the sort of happy trail Steve can’t get enough of. His fingers or lips or tongue play in it more often than Eddie can actually recall. It’s lovely and so good, Eddie’s cock jumps in anticipation.
“Eager,” Steve whispers, though he does nothing to act on the teasing words. He simply wraps both arms around Eddie’s waist, keeping him close.
Despite the lust trying to take him over, Eddie is grateful for the closeness. It’s been such a long time since they took the time to have unadulterated fun together. Adult life is bull shit and both of them are so busy, it’s hard to find the sort of time that allows for this sort of thing. Simple connection and enjoyment of each other is a tough thing to manage.
So, Eddie allows the slow seduction of Steve’s hold. He can feel his husband’s own want against the lower part of his leg as Steve pushes in a little closer. Whatever is on Eddie’s mind is obviously mimicked in the dark caverns of Steve’s, too. Knowing that makes it easier to hang on when Steve starts to kiss and nip at Eddie’s skin.
“Fuck – “ Eddie groans out of nowhere, completely overwhelmed. Just having Steve there, on his knees, happily toying with him after an amazing night – it’s almost too much.
That thought is quickly replaced with blankness – Steve’s lips are eager and wet and so very good. They wrap around the head of Eddie’s cock without any further preamble. It’s almost like Eddie imagined Steve’s teasing, even though a wet trail of spit and eagerness is tangible on Eddie’s lower belly. A mouth around his cock is enough to make him stupid and forgetful, Eddie isn’t going to deny that.
The slow pace is gone so quickly, Eddie’s head spins. Steve’s lips slip down and around the length of Eddie’s dick, slicking the skin up there so the slide is easier with each sloppy pass. The pace Steve sets is ludicrous and going to get Eddie off quickly. Instead of fighting the tide, Eddie reaches down to thrust a hand through Steve’s thick hair. Even after all these years, the coif is still alive and well. It never gets old, destroying the poof of it.
Thoughts and ideas drip out of Eddie’s brain – Steve is managing to suck out the organ through another. Eddie is dumbfounded by the sharp way the entirety of him lets go and gives into the feeling. After the week he’s been having, Eddie is in no position to deny pleasure given to him so very freely.
Tickly fingers against his balls does him in. Steve’s mouth is talented, pulling moves off that Eddie is still unable to replicate. He takes Eddie in to the base until Steve’s nose is pressed against the hair he’s such a fan of. As that happens, Steve swallows and rolls Eddie’s balls in his hand. There’s not a chance in hell that Eddie is making it out alive on the other side of that.
His chest heaves with Steve’s name and a litany of moans Eddie is unable to choke back. The hand in Steve’s hair tightens almost painfully. He feels Steve moan around him and it’s all over. Pulse after pulse of cum slide down Steve’s throat, choking the taller man with hot jizz.
Steve is a champion that takes every last drop of it. He pulls back with a satisfied smirk before quickly climbing to his feet. As he does, Eddie’s hand in his hair drops to his side, though Steve is fast to grab at it. Fingers around Eddie’s wrist guide him to Steve’s needy erection that’s tenting boxers with little bats on them. Despite them originally being a joke gift, Eddie gets a little giddy when Steve wears them.
His attention is subverted from the mushy stuff when Steve pants, “touch me,” seconds before leaning in to press a firm kiss against Eddie’s lips. He’s let go of Eddie’s wrist in favor of cupping rosy cheeks. His grip allows Steve to deepen the kiss right as Eddie sticks his hand under the waistband of those glorious boxers.
It takes no time at all for Eddie to pull Steve to the brink. The weird angle of fabric in the way makes the tug and pull of Eddie’s hand that much better. For some reason, it’s like being back in Wayne’s trailer, learning each other all over again.
Steve pants into Eddie’s mouth, groaning out the sweetest noises. Eddie is proud to say he’s the only one for many, many years that’s been privy to that glorious music. He owns Steve’s orgasms, draws them out with his own hands and lips, makes him feel better and better each time they come together like this. Steve even says so as he cums with shaking legs and a huff of breath against Eddie’s lips.
Floating back down to Earth is a steady thing that allows Steve to cling to Eddie. They’re standing in the middle of the living room, completely unworried about their nakedness or the fact that it’s only six in the evening. The sun is still out, even.
When Eddie feels like Steve is able to speak again, he pulls back slightly, grinning his megawatt smile reserved for Steve and Steve alone. “Naked Nerf fight?” Eddie asks, still a bit incredulous about what just happened.
With a chuckle, Steve leans his head forward until it’s resting against Eddie’s collarbone. “We’ve got to keep our marriage alive somehow,” Steve mumbles, pressing kisses to Eddie’s skin all the while. “Why not beat each other up with soft darts and shit talk?”
Instead of answering right away, Eddie wraps Steve up again, keeping him close. He revels in the love he feels in that moment, tucking it away for the next time life gets him down. Once this memory is safe and sound, Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s head. He’s happy and content. Filled with joy instead of dissatisfaction.
And it’s all Steve’s fault.