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Eddie never thought they would make it.
He really never thought or believed, and if you went to the Edward Munson of the past and asked him if he thought they would make it, he would definitely laugh at you.
And now here he was, playing one of the biggest shows of his life, with his band, for over 150,000 people. And with Steve Harrington behind him, sniffing his neck, preparing for the guitar solo that was accompanied by the sunset of some random July day in 1991.
Eddie really didn't think they would make it.
Corroded Coffin is the most famous Hard Rock band in the world today, formed by four members. Being the commercial band that the 80s were crying out for. Corroded Coffin, who had already won almost all the biggest music awards, having received 2 MTV Video Music Awards for best rock video, 3 Grammys and several other awards that kept the list growing, is the big moment.
All the girls want them. All the kids want them. And most teenagers want to be them. Even though wanting to be them was totally problematic. Corroded Coffin is the band of the moment. A problematic band with members with difficult personalities to deal with. It was all this difference that made the band as good to watch as it was to listen to.
All this happened in mid-84 when they were looking for a lead guitarist.
And that's where Steve Harrington comes in.
That day Corroded Coffin was in the auditions process looking for a new guitarist. Everyone who showed up there was increasingly breaking Eddie's expectations, some had very simple riffs, others overdid it, some had boring solos, while others had terribly bad solos.
Eddie didn't want something simple or overdone, he wanted something nice that brought the essence that Corroded Coffin had and still has. Gareth Williams, the band's drummer, criticized everyone who performed there, calling them absurd names, complaining that if so many useless people kept coming he would take the first taxi that showed up and leave. Jeff Emerson, the band's bassist, didn't comment as absurdly as Gareth, but he complained that they would never find a perfect guitarist if they continued like this. They had all given up hope, until Eddie heard a voice he knew very well coming from the stage.
"Are you still looking for a guitarist?"
Eddie couldn't believe what he was seeing, he never imagined he would see the great King Steve with a red SG guitar in front of him, looking at him with a mischievous smile.
"Do you know how to play the guitar?" Eddie asked. Since he was a teenager, as far as he could remember, Harrington had never been someone he imagined one day playing any kind of musical instrument.
"Yes, I know," Steve said, still smiling. "Are you surprised, Munson?" Eddie didn't know if he had fallen and hit his head on something. Steve Harrington was the biggest womanizer in Hawkins, known for having had countless girlfriends. One of them was Nancy Wheller, a short reporter who left him for a guy named Jonathan, and who fled the city with the man. Steve used to be an idiot when he was a teenager, some of Eddie's friends said he had changed, but that didn't change his opinions.
"What the hell are you doing here, Harrington?" Eddie was irritated. His day had not been pleasant at all. He was not willing to listen to the nonsense that the jokester Harrington wanted to say.
"I'm here to show my skills, what else would it be?" Steve said, pointing to the guitar in his hand, the mocking tone never leaving him.
"If you want to impress us, show us something interesting." Eddie said with a frown on his face, he didn't know if he was irritated because of the bad day or because of Harrington's presence there.
"Just relax Munson, you seem a little... angry." Steve was mocking his face. Eddie was never the type to like to be joked about, he had serious traumas since his adolescence, and Steve knew that very well.
"But I'm serious, are you still willing to find a guitarist? I realized that they were about to close the addition. "The expression of amusement on Steve's face was replaced by a serious one. These two had a strange past... they were never real friends. They just had a strange relationship at the top of the 17 years, it was just sex for fun. That lasted until they had a fight, which after a few days resulted in a terrible breakup, destroying whatever they had.
"Just show what you know." Eddie said with a sigh, rolling his eyes.
A slight smile appeared on Steve's lips. He put the guitar strap around his shoulders, placing it in a positioncomfortable. The moment he started playing it was as if the world had gone silent, all that echoed in that room was the majestic sound of the guitar being strummed.
Eddie was surprised by the way Harrington dominated the guitar. He had never seen the same with any musical instrument before. The small smile that spread across Munson's lips was a mixture of admiration and a feeling he couldn't identify. He looked to the side to see if his colleagues had liked it. Gareth's eyes were wide, a judgmental expression on his face. Jeff looked surprised and with a slight smile, everyone looking at the stage and analyzing Steve.
When Steve finished the solo and his little performance, his eyes rolled to the three musicians sitting in front of him, analyzing each one's features and capturing every clue dropped on their now serious faces.
Gareth was the first to give in to the tense atmosphere, a big smile appearing on his face and his hands clapping together. Jeff whistled in Harrington's direction, clapping his hands lightly and saying something about accepting Steve as the band's guitarist. As for Eddie...well, Eddie was paralyzed, staring at the stage with slightly wide eyes, his hands were sweaty and sticky.
When he finally managed to say a word, the decision was made.
Steve Harrington was now the guitarist for Corroded Coffin.
After all this, Steve and Eddie stuck together like chewing gum, it was totally strange that they had this supposed friendship at that moment. When they finally kissed after a show on MTV, it was all inevitable. That day the two had sex in Munson's dressing room, everyone outside pretended not to hear the moans.
Now on stage for the band's tour, Eddie had Harrington behind him, while he was trying to make Eddie waver with his voice. Munson knew that Harrington would want to play with him later after the show.
And he was looking forward to it.
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The music was playing loudly in the bar.
The members of Corroded Coffin were in one of the hottest bars in Los Angeles. The place that now had several famous people dancing and getting drunk. It is the busiest in LA right now.
Steve and Eddie were sitting together on one of the couches in the place, snorting a line of coke that was on the table in front of them. Gareth had his hand on some groupie's ass and Jeff was definitely getting drunk somewhere.
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STEVE
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Steve knew what he wanted from the beginning of the show. Watching Eddie sing really messed with Harrington's senses and sanity. If they hadn't been interrupted a few minutes before they went on stage, maybe Eddie wouldn't have his clothes on anymore.
Now he finally had time to kiss his boyfriend.
Touch him.
Steve wondered if Eddie would be able to do this in public. He knows Munson has some erotic fantasies, but was this one part of them?
Harrington was willing to find out.
Eddie, after a long sigh, got up, heading to the dance floor.
"Come on, let's dance, Stevie!!
Steve let out a light laugh, his eyes half-closed.
"You know I'm not good at this."
Eddie snorted, turning to dance. Moving his hips to the rhythm of the music that echoed in the place.
Harrington's half-closed eyes observed every inch of the body in front of him. Eddie knew very well what he was doing from Steve's gaze.
When the song ended, Eddie turned and walked towards his boyfriend.
"Come on, steee!!" Eddie drawled, wrapping his arms around Harrington's shoulders.
"Shh, my love." Steve whispered, wrapping his arms around Munson's waist, pulling him onto his lap.
Eddie settled himself on Steve's lap. Doe eyes and long eyelashes watching Harrington's expressions.
Steve, who had spent half the night holding back from grabbing Eddie, came closer and kissed the metalhead's lips. A calm and warm kiss, his hands lightly squeezing Munson's waist. Eddie squeezed Steve's shoulders, running his hands down his neck and reaching the back of the man's neck. He pulled hard on Harrington's hair, making him look into his eyes.
"We can't go any further than this, Stevie." Eddie whispered softly with half-closed eyes.
"So, explain to me why you're hard." Steve knew Eddie was excited before the show even started, but the idea seemed to really light something in Munson's brain.
He didn't wait for an answer. Moving closer to Eddie's neck, he ran the tips of his teeth over Munson's Adam's apple, reaching his pierced ear and biting around the piercing.
He kissed him again. Sloppy. Kissing his boy's face while his hands lifted the shirt a little to cover his face.
reach Eddie's pierced nipples.
He pinched the left nipple, earning a low, sweet moan.
"You're always so sensitive here, Eds. Remember, you can't make too much noise, honey."
Eddie shook his head in a daze. He hated the way Steve knew him so well, always making him go soft in his hands like jelly.
"Just tell me what you want, Stevie," Eddie whispered.
"I just want to have some fun with you, Eds." A low chuckle came from Steve. "Relax, honey, I can take care of that if you help a little and be a good boy."
Eddie shivered at the words, leaning his body closer to Harrington.
"I'll try," Eddie said, his voice shaking.
Steve kissed him again, quick and short. One of his hands that was on Eddie's waist, went down to touch the hem of his pants. Entering and touching the fabric of his underwear, already wet with pre-cum.
Steve smiled, finally taking Eddie's weeping cock in his hands. His thumb lightly massaged the tip while the rest of his hand ran along the length.
Steve began to move his hand up and down, slowly jerking Eddie off. He ran his other hand down Munson's neck, getting closer and smelling the perfume Eddie was wearing.
He stopped his movements on Eddie's cock, bringing his hand up to his mouth and making him suck on his fingers.
"Suck them," Steve said roughly, putting two fingers in Munson's mouth.
Eddie sucked on the fingers until Steve put a third in, sucking on them, pulling them out only to lick the rest of Steve's hand.
He stopped when Steve told him that was enough. Harrington went back to touching the curly-haired man's cock, now with his wet hand making his movements easier.
As the movements began to get faster, Eddie began to moan louder, his ignored hole clenching around nothing. He buried his head in the crook of Steve's neck, trying to make his moans quieter.
Eddie felt his orgasm getting closer and closer. He moved his hips forward, hoping to reach the limit.
But his hope soon died when Steve's hand suddenly stopped.
"W-what?" Eddie moaned in a daze. Still lost in the sensation.
"You can't come yet, Bambi." Steve said. He couldn't let Eddie come now, he still had some things to do and tease Munson's body.
Eddie moaned impatiently. Whimpering at being prevented from cumming.
Steve didn't wait long, grabbing the coat that was next to him on the couch. He had been wearing it before they arrived at the bar. He wrapped the coat around his partner's waist, covering his ass.
Harrington brought his hand back to Eddie's mouth, making him suck on two fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand lifted Eddie's shirt to expose his nipples.
Damn, Steve loved Eddie's damn nipples.
Damn pierced nipples, those piercings were crying out to be sucked.
Without wasting any time, he pulled his fingers out of Munson's mouth, leading them inside Eddie's pants. He passed through his underwear, finally reaching his partner's hole.
Steve quickly pushed his fingers in, hearing the surprised moan that escaped Munson's mouth.
He kissed Eddie's shoulders as he began to move his fingers inside him. Steve kissed him until he reached his nipples. He kissed the left nipple, his fingers moving inside Munson.
Steve sucked lightly on Eddie's nipple, tugging a little on the jewel that now shone with slick. He moved his fingers, spreading them apart to open the inside of the rippled hole more.
Eddie let out a low sigh, closing his eyes as he rested his head on Harrington's shoulder.
"You like that, don't you, Bambi? You like being watched while you get fucked." Eddie nodded, moaning after Steve fingered him again. "Use words, Eddie."
"Y-yeah, I like it." Eddie stuttered, his voice trembling.
"You look so cute like this, you know? I'm sure thousands of people would pay to see you like this." Steve said, jealousy appearing in his words.
"But they can't, you know why?" He asked, Eddie already knowing the answer. "They can't because you're mine, Eds."
"All mine."
"And you're mine too." Eddie said next, grabbing Harrington's lips in a wild kiss. Steve increased the speed of his fingers, making Eddie moan shakily into his mouth.
"Yes, I'm all yours."
Harrington went back to sucking Munson's nipples, sucking one by one.
"Damn, your best choice was definitely for those piercings." Steve said, sucking Eddie like a hungry child, making Munson's nipples harden and turn red. It wasn't his fault it was fucking exciting.
Eddie started to grind his hips on Steve's fingers, putting one hand over his mouth so his loud moans wouldn't come out.
Fuck Eddie wanted to come, he wanted it so bad. He was already feeling his orgasm approaching.
“I want to see you without it, Stevie.” Eddie said desperately, referring to Steve’s shirt, wanting to see the man without it.
“We can’t take my shirt off here, Bambi, but you can unbutton it.”
Eddie wasted no time, unbuttoning Steve’s shirt and quickly touching the other’s chest hair, feeling his skin collide with his hands.
Harrington spread his fingers in a triangle, reaching Eddie’s prostate, making him bite his neck to muffle the loud moan that threatened to come out.
Steve knew when Eddie was reaching his peak, he knew him like the back of his hand. He knew that Eddie got more airy when he was close, that his moans got louder and longer, and that he trembled when he was about to cum. He knew Eddie was almost there, Munson’s body was starting to shake. But he didn’t want Eddie to come, at least not now.
Steve stopped his movements, removing his fingers from Munson's hole, which was now clenching around nothing.
Eddie pulled away from Harrington's neck, blushing from the beginning of his neck to his cheeks, his tone as red as a tomato.
"Stevie, I want to cum, I need to cum!" Eddie spoke impatiently, his voice sly, his body already very sensitive from the stimulation.
"Do you want to do it here or somewhere else, Bambi?" Steve asked. He always asked, never doing anything to Eddie's body without his permission.
"Somewhere else."
Steve then adjusted Eddie's pants, taking off his coat and buttoning his own shirt.
He grabbed Munson's hand, leading him to a black wall a little far from the couch they were on before.
Steve placed him against the black wall and kissed him faster. He turned him onto his back, Munson placing his arms on the wall to steady himself.
Steve pulled Eddie's pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, supporting Munson's back against his chest. He took a condom from his back pocket and opened it, placing it on his cock.
Harrington then placed himself on Eddie's hole, slowly entering halfway down his cock. Kissing him from neck to shoulders.
Eddie moaned against him, his legs shaking as Steve spread him wider and wider.
When Steve's hips finally collided with Eddie's ass, he began to thrust slowly, listening to the moans that his sweet boy let out.
One of Steve's hands firmed on his partner's hips, while the other massaged his waist with each hard, slow thrust.
Steve pulled away from Munson's neck to watch his cock sliding in and out. The wet sound of him colliding with Eddie's became one of his favorite songs. He increased the pace, thrusting harder and harder as his eyes feasted on the sight.
Eddie moaned loudly as Steve hit his prostate hard, screaming without being able to contain himself.
The music that was playing ended, being replaced by a louder and noisier one.
These two were very lucky.
Steve took on a faster and stronger rhythm, feeling Munson's body tremble every time his hips collided with the already red ass.
Eddie trembled, his body going limp and being prevented from falling thanks to Steve's arms. The orgasm hit him like a lightning bolt, but now he was not forced to resist.
Eddie came quickly, rolling his eyes as he painted the dark wall with his sperm. So lost in the pleasure that he could not hear anything at all, moaning loudly with a wavering voice.
He felt like he was on cloud nine.
But he was soon pulled back to reality.
He felt Steve thrust into him again, searching for his own orgasm. His body contorted as he felt himself being penetrated again, much more sensitive, a pleasure beginning to emerge amidst the pain.
Steve continued his movements, going after his own pleasure. He could hear Eddie's wet moans perfectly, he knew they could hear them, but he didn't care.
Steve didn't care about the band now.
He just wanted Eddie, he wanted to take care of him, love him like he should be loved.
Eddie screamed loudly, feeling tears come out of his eyes and run down his reddened cheeks. Crying out from the pleasure he felt, his second orgasm being forced to come.
Steve was getting closer and closer, his thrusts becoming erratic.
He approached Munson again, biting Eddie's neck.
Eddie then felt himself come again, not caring about getting it dirty on the wall. He could feel his insides getting hot as Steve came into the condom behind him.
Harrington held Eddie's weak body in his arms. Pulling out of him and putting him back on, hearing Eddie whimper softly.
When he turned him over again, Eddie jumped on top of him. Hugging him tightly as he let him catch him in the air.
“Let’s go home, little bat,” Steve said, knowing he would have to deal with a totally needy and irritated Eddie the next day.
And he was happy to do it.