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Steve’s head is on the counter when you walk into Family Video, but he swings his eyes up to meet yours as the bell above the door rings your arrival. 

“Hey! Is it that time already?” A slight flush warms the back of your neck. It’s embarrassing, you think, to get weak in the knees like this. 

But Steve’s always been handsome, and ever since you stumbled into the whole… demonic underground scene with the party last summer you also know him to be kind, which surprised you, after everything you remember from high school. So you get weak in the knees. So at night you press your hand between your legs and think of him, above you, keening your name. The flush in your neck rises in your cheeks, but this crush isn’t a new one. You can deal. Old hat at this point, really.

“You know it, are you guys good to go?” Steve slips out from behind the counter, waving to Keith and pressing his wide hand against the small of your back. It takes everything in you not to flinch hard away from him, or worse, melt into the touch. He all but pushes you out the door, steering you deftly toward his car. “Steve what - why are we rushing! Where’s Robin??” 

“Robin left two hours ago WITH VICKIE” the last two words a stage whisper, a grin spread wide against the white of Steve’s teeth. “She came in to rent a movie and robin somehow managed to invite her to the party and then Vickie asked if Rob would help her get ready and who am I to stand in the way of… how did Eddie put it… undeniable true love! Something like that. They’re gonna meet us back at the house.”

-

The house. It was Steve’s grandfather’s cabin, technically. After everything that happened with Vecna and the spate of violent deaths over spring break, Steve’s parents decided they were finally ridding themselves of their ties to Hawkins. They’d sold their house, practically out from under Steve’s feet. He’d moved into the cabin, first by himself, but by the end of the summer the four bedroom, two bathroom, lakeside log cabin, with a sprawling porch and a lofted attic permanently housed Steve, Eddie, Robin, and yourself. Jonathan and Argyle were staying in the attic (Will and Eleven were at the Wheelers, though. Joyce insisted they have ‘actual’ supervision for their summer visit) 

-

It started in June. The weather was oppressive, even though it was too early in the year for it. You’d been sitting in the back of Argyle’s van, smoking with him and Jonathan. The van doors sat wide open, and the blunt smoke snaked up into the stars. You were waiting for Will to pick a movie already, so you could go back to the Henderson’s basement and build your character sheets for the new DnD campaign. Eddie had roped everyone into it somehow, with his pleading eyes and the promise that it would only be three or four sessions. To start. Please? And one by one, everyone had agreed. 

Suddenly, the back door to the video store had burst open and Argyle and Jonathon practically tripped over each other to hide the blunt. 

“Fuck! FUCK!” Steve had shouted as he pushed out the door, hands tugging roughly at his own hair. 

“Woah man, what’s up? What’s with the volume?” Argyle demanded, dusting the blunt off and relighting it lovingly. 

“Fuck. Sorry - I forgot you guys were back here.”

Jonathan had waved the apology away, and Steve detailed the phone call he’d just had with his mother. She’d called to say that had hired a realtor, and that Steve was of course welcome to come to Indianapolis with them, if he would just take the job with his father. “I can’t believe she called me at work. Way to kick me when I’m down, mom!” 

“So Steve, are you leaving us?” had been your shaky question, after passing the blunt over to him. 

“Never, but I am going to need help moving like… pronto.” He’d stared you down when he’d said never . Then he’d exhaled a cloud of smoke and your stomach leapt into your throat. And then Argyle clapped a hand against Steve’s back and sang the words “my van is your van, Steverino.” 

-

It had taken a week for his parents house to sell, fast for Hawkins, but it was on the nice side of town after all. Steve had begrudgingly admitted that he had inherited a cabin from his grandfather after a frantic Dustin had offered to let Steve move in with him. “I bet my mom will let us get bunk beds!”

“No offense Dustin but I’m already your babysitter I don’t need to be your roommate, too. Besides, I own a house. I’m just gonna… move into that house. Obviously.”

“You…. Own a house, Harrington? Is this your way of telling us you bought your parents house back? I knew your folks had cash but I figured with your not-so-thrilling day job you must be struggling with the rest of us!” Eddie had spun around and jabbed his hand accusingly towards Steve. 

“No, Munson, Jesus Christ. It’s just… a cabin. Across the lake from Reefer Rick’s, actually. My grandfather left it to me when he died, but my dad threatened to, well, safe to say I wasn’t gonna tell anyone about it in high school, it would have been a great party house but it wasn’t worth the risk.” 

“Across the la- Harrington you don’t mean the big ass LODGE or whatever with the dock and the porch?” 

Steve had flushed. Sheepishly dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “It’s not a lodge! It’s a cabin! It only has like, four bedrooms. Five if you count the attic.” 

“FIVE!” Eddie launched into a tirade about hiding from the cops in Reefer Rick’s boathouse “rather than, you know, the Ritz!! Jesus Harrington you’ve been holding out.”

“Whatever, I own a cabin and I’m going to move into it - are you all going to help me or is it gonna be me and Argyle against the world?”

“Hey man, I said you could use my van. I didn’t say I was gonna do any heavy lifting!” 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Harrington. We’ll help, won’t we, kids?” Everyone had chimed in with their assent, even Max and Lucas, who had been off in their own world for most of the conversation. 

-

Not long after Steve moved in, Eddie had followed him. The trailer held too many bad memories for him and his Uncle Wayne, and Wayne had scraped together enough overtime to afford an apartment in the center of town. Eddie knew he would have found a bigger place if Eddie had asked to stay with him but Steve had offered… and as grateful as he was to his uncle, he figured it was time to spread his “fuckin wings, man”

Jonathan and Argyle had decided to come back for the summer with Will until their semester started, and since they were also staying with Steve, everyone ended up at his house all the time. Whether it was Nancy, perched on Jonathon’s lap, you and Robin giggling over a magazine, or the younger kids playing board games (inexplicably) with the guys from corroded coffin. You were all always there. The older half of the gang trading beers and blunts outside, talking through your shared trauma. 

Eventually you and Robin stopped going home, opting to just stay the night at Steve’s, since he drove Robin to work most days and you didn’t want to be home anyway. Days and nights turned into weeks and before you knew it, you’d stubbornly told your parents enough was enough and you were out. They hadn’t even cared, not really. Hadn’t heard from them since, hadn’t even seen them around town. You saw the for sale sign go up, but it hadn’t come down yet so you think they’re still around. 

It was nice, living together like that. You’d never had a group like this before. Especially right now, with a full house. The last year had felt a bit weird, what with you and Steve having graduated already. While everyone else had been busy with school, the two of you had gotten jobs and spent the year basically waiting for Robin and Nancy, and eventually Eddie,  to get out of school. The kids are great, but it’s really nice to have friends your own age too. 

-

But now it is August. Eddie, Nancy, and Robinall graduated. Robin got bumped up to full time with Steve at Family Video, and Eddie wheedled his way into a job with you at the bowling alley. He still dealt, obviously, and Argyle had even driven a frankly insane amount of weed from CA to IN for Eddie to sell. Life was excellent and - 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve’s voice cracked through your internal reminiscing about the house, bringing you back to the present. “Nothing, really. just thinking about the house.”

“Ah.” Steve spread his fingers across the wheel as he turned the car towards the grocery store.

The pair of you navigated the aisles expertly, tossing beer and chips and frozen pizza into the cart. Steve grabbing strawberries, corn, and burgers. The domesticity of it makes your heart ache. It’s hard sometimes… to remember that you’re just roommates. When it feels like home. 

Once you’re done at the store, Steve swings the beemer towards Lovers Lake and starts devising ways to get Robin and Vickie alone at the party tonight. 

It’s the El and the  Byer’s (and Argyle’s) last night before they hit the road for California and the gang was getting together one last time. 

But they would have plenty of time to “I don’t know, lock them in a closet?” “God Steve, that’s a little stereotypical of you.” “Okay… we could lock them in a bathroom then!” “Yeah, because our bathrooms are the epitome of romance.”

“Awww c’mon! Where’s your spirit of romance! Young love is in the air tonight!” 

“You can say that again. I know the kids aren’t… kids anymore but i wish they would be a little more subtle about all their…. Heavy petting.” 

Steve groaned. He’d enacted a rule at the house that If you were under 18, contact between romantic partners was strictly limited to hand holding. 

“I won’t be held responsible for ANY more children… children.” He’d insisted that if he found anyone underage so much as kissing someone’s cheek he’d call their “actual parents and make them deal with you lot”

“Anybody should I be locking in the closet with you?” Steve cocked his eyebrow at you while you unloaded the groceries onto the kitchen counters.

There goes that flush again.

“I don’t think so,” you hesitate, wondering if you should toe the line in the sand. But Steve’s talking again before you can continue.

“It’s his last night, though.”

Baffled, you shoulder your way into the fridge and start loading beer and sodas into it. 

“Who are we talking about?” You ask, genuinely.

“Um. Argyle? Obviously? Or maybe not obviously. Shit, I really thought- are you seriously telling me that you don’t…” 

Sputtering, you hold up both hands and let the fridge door slam shut. 

“Woah, Steve. What are you talkin- I’m not into Argyle! ”

Something in your face or your voice must ring true because Steve drops it with a “Sorry. I must have misread the situation.”

“It’s uh, fine. I just really like smoking weed and Argyle always has weed so that’s why I’ve been hanging out with him. Not that, I’m like using him for drugs! He’s really funny and I really love playing with his hair and sure he’s cute in a lovable puppy way but - firmly, no. Not into Argyle.”

“Okay, okay. Well. If there’s… you know anybody. Let me know. I'm a… great wingman. Know all kinds of tricks.” And then he winks. 

Your mouth waters a little. The heat from your neck mixes with tingles up your spine that have your baby hairs standing on end. Suddenly Steve’s torso stretches across your vision as he leans over you to throw Eddie’s cereal into the cabinet over the fridge. Unconsciously, you breathe him in. The smell of his cologne washes over you, and his polyester work shirt grazes your arm. 

Then he’s leaning back over, and you press back against the fridge praying he doesn’t notice how your nipples are hard against your shirt from the proximity.

CRASH

The door. the back door swings open and hits the side of the fridge, like it always does. But it jolts you forward, right against Steve’s chest. He presses you close, bringing his arm up around you as he whips his head at the intruder.

“Honey I’m Hoooooome!” Eddie calls out as he backs into the kitchen, arms loaded with rolled up sleeping bags and backpacks. 

His face falls for a split second when he sees you, pressing up against Steve. But his easy smile is back up as he continues making his way towards the living room to drop everything.

 “Did we just catch you guys in the act of violating rule number 4????” 

It’s your turn to whip around, breaking eye contact with Eddie as Dustin points his finger accusingly at Steve.

“You caught us in the act of putting groceries away, dustybuns.” Steve returns, reaching for the last of the frozen food and hands it to you. Thankful for the out, you start shoving food in the freezer as Max and Lucas follow Dustin in, eyeing you and Steve with suspicion.

“Anyway, we can’t break rule 4 because we’re both adults .” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it. “I mean - not that- we weren’t- Jesus Christ Dustin!” 

“Woah Woah, so you weren’t making out with Steve! Fine! We all clutch our friends while putting away chips. Totally normal behavior from you both!”

-

After the incident in the kitchen, you duck upstairs and kick off your work clothes. The bowling shirt Charlene makes all the employees wear is a nice dark green, at least. And you can wear jeans.

Tonight, you find your fingers trailing over the black lace bra in your dresser drawer as you contemplate what to wear. 

Why not wear it? You think to yourself - It’s not like anyone would see it, but it might feel nice to feel… well. To feel like you hadn’t totally given up on the idea of someone seeing it. Someone other than Robin and Nancy in the changing room, at least. You find yourself reaching for the matching pair of pantries that Nancy insisted was necessary even though you’d not totally understood why. It’s not like guys really care about that anyway, right? And again, nobody to see it anyway. 

No regrets, though. The effect of the high waisted lace panties paired with the black lace of the bra was nice, you had to admit. Standing in front of the mirror you glance at your bedroom door. Firmly shut. Good. 

Gently, you cup your chest. Lifting slightly, letting your thumbs graze over the taut pull of your own nipples. In the mirror, a stranger stares back at you. All dressed up in a matching set, eyes slightly glassy. But you start to see yourself in the mirror, eventually. Recognizing your bare feet, the curve of your hair. Slowly dragging your eyes across your body - wishing someone else wanted to look. 

-

Twisting in the mirror once more, you survey your reflection. You’d pulled on a dress, one that Eddie had once said made you look like ‘an elven princess’ going so far as to bow deeply at you in supposed deference. It’s a shade of green much softer than the one your Alley Kat’s uniform is made of, with a soft brown suede tie at the waist.

In acknowledgment of the late august heat, you tie your hair up, and slip on a pair of sandals. Then it’s a swipe of mascara and gloss and you’re heading back down the stairs. 

Robin and Vickie have arrived, and the kids are arguing over cassettes and the stereo. 

You wave to the girls cheerily and step out onto the porch.

The driveway is full - you spot Nancy’s car rolling up and backing onto the grass beside the road. Will, Mike, and Eleven pour out of the backseat and rush past you, breezy greetings floating over their shoulders as they dogpile the other kids in some clearly-planned attack.

Nancy and Jonathan are on the porch with you when you turn around, and they’re smiling at the pile of fifteen year olds yelling and yelping on the floor of the living room. 

“Cute, right?”

“Sooo cute. I’ll be sorry to see them go. Mike’s going to be miserable company for the next week before I leave for Emerson.”

“Are you saying you’re not going to be a wreck over me leaving?” Jonathan teases Nancy, a smile playing at his lips.

“You know I will be” 

Reaching for the blunt rolled behind your ear, you gesture at Jonathon with the lighter. He shakes his head and says “Promised Nance I’d stay sober til the kids fall asleep. Y’know, chaperone.”

Nodding, you hold the blunt against your lips and flick your lighter. As soon as you’re done inhaling, a hand flicks out and grabs the weed from your hand. 

Indignantly, you turn to see Eddie smiling softly down at you, dragging on the blunt. “Christ Munson, you could have asked”

“But where’s the fun in that?” 

-

Eddie perches on the arm of an Adirondack chair as you pass the blunt back and forth. 

“Can’t believe that last session, I seriously can’t wait for the next campaign.” 

“Aww shucks. It was a good time.” Eddie stamped the end of blunt out, shimmying a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights two. “I’m gonna miss having everyone around the table though, it’s gonna be a totally different vibe with the smaller party.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be different here, too.” It’ll be the first time since you all moved in that the house will be empty of guests. And the kids will be back in school soon, Nancy off to Emerson next week.

“I think we’ll manage juuuust fine the four of us. Five if Robin manages to bag Vicki!” Eddie has been almost as fervent a supporter of the budding romance as Steve has been. If you didn’t know them the way you do, you’d think they had some gross reason for doing it, like they wanted to watch girls kiss. But really you know they just want their friend to be happy. 

“Hey uh. Speaking of the four of us?” Eddie trails off, glancing towards the house. 

“Yeah?”

“Did we really… interrupt before? C’mon babe tell me the juicy details.”

“There are no juicy details, Eddie. We were putting the groceries away. You slammed the door open, I fell over. End of story.” 

“Fell right into Stevie’s arms, eh?” A grimace flashes across Eddie’s face but it’s gone before you can catch his eye. 

“Yup.” You really pop the ‘p’ and reach over to to squeeze Eddie’s knee. “If I get up to anything juicy you’ll be the first to know.”

“Promise?” You’re surprised by this. “Yeah, yeah I promise.”

It’s an unusually tense moment. You and Eddie get along. Sure, He’d held that bottle against Steve’s neck and you’d hated him for a second, positive the kids were wrong about the guy who you remembered bellowing in the halls about demons and electric guitars. But then you’d seen the way his hands shook for the rest of the night. The way he’d stood up against all the madness with you and the others, and had stuck around afterwards. Nursing Steve’s wounds and driving the kids around in his stead. Studied (begrudgingly) with Nancy after his name got cleared so he could walk the stage at graduation.

And, if you’re being honest, you like Eddie. Not in quite the same heart-pounding way that you feel for Steve, but it’s close. And isn’t that just your luck? Torn between two earnest, beautiful boys who aren’t thinking about you in the least.

Thankfully, Eddie breaks the tension. Standing abruptly, he offers you his hand with a cocky “M’lady, shall we rejoin the festivities?” 

Stepping up off your chair, you dip into a curtsy. “Thank you Milord”

Eddie sticks his tongue out at you and pulls you back towards the house. 

The sun is setting behind the trees, reflecting off the lake. Music spills out of the house onto the lawn, surely one of Max’s many mixtapes. 

“Here’s to a party!” Eddie crows as you come in the front door. 

Steve’s sitting on the kitchen counter, leaning against a pillar with his foot up on a stool. You make your way to the kitchen as Eddie peels off and drops onto the couch. 

Grabbing a beer, you lean over the counter next to Steve. 

“All good?”

“All good. Sorry I fell into your extremely firm arms earlier. You’ve been holding out on me, Steve. Didn’t know you’d converted the basement into a home gym.”

“We don’t even have a basement. We have like, a crawl cellar at best.”

“Even more impressive.” It’s not like he’d ever take you seriously, so you figure what’s the harm in flirting a little. 

Especially with tonight’s “end of an era” feeling. Another school year starting without college on your mind. Splitting the party, which is like, always a bad idea. But it’s making you just a little bit brave. Maybe it’s the black lace set. Maybe it’s the weed. Either way, you lean against Steve for a while, pressed into his side as you both watch the kids fight over some card game with Eddie.

Nancy and Jonathan are curled together on the couch next to Eddie, and Argyle (by the smell of it) is up in the loft smoking. 

Steve curls his hand into your hair, gently guiding your face to tilt up towards him. Inwardly, you shudder. He kisses your forehead and you melt into the feeling of his lips against your skin. The kiss radiates heat down your spine, pooling in your lower back. He releases your face, and you catch Eddie and Dustin eyes from across the room. Eddie flicks his eyes away, redoubling his effort into playing the game. Dustin huffs accusingly, but doesn’t say anything. 

-

“Come with me.”

It’s hours later, the sun fully gone and the crescent moon beams down at you.

“Where we headed?” 

“Your room. Emergency girls meeting!”

Chuckling, you slowly ascend the stairs behind Nancy. You’re admittedly a little faded, but nothing crazy. The kids only start dropping off to sleep about an hour earlier, and you guys usually tried to keep it together until then. 

Robins in your room, bouncing in her seat on your bed when you and Nancy push in. 

“finally! Omg! I kissed Vickie and like she totally didn’t freak out in fact she kissed me back and I’m pretty sure she’s -“

“Into boobies?”

“Omg, shut UP” Robin laughs “if I wanted Steve’s Input I would have told Nancy to get him instead!”

You roll your eyes. You wouldn’t mind some of Steve’s… Input. Shaking the thought from your mind you smile as Robin continues babbling about her perfect first kiss with Vickie and how she’s gonna ask her to sleep over “JUST sleep over mind you.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and the three of you dissolve into giggles. “Happy for you, babe.” You tell Robin, earnestly. “Go get your gal!” Nancy chimes in cheerily.

-

Another hour later and Argyle is asleep in a hammock outside, the kids are all tucked into their separate sleeping bags (Steve checked), Nancy and Jonathan had never come back downstairs after you’d had the girls chat. Robin and Vickie had disappeared shortly after Vickie had agreed to sleep over. Good for Robin, you think as you putter about the place, picking up cups and paper plates. A warm hand winds around your waist, plucking the bag of trash out of your hands. “C’mon, I feel like smoking again before bed.” 

“Happy to oblige, milord.” You stick your tongue into your cheek to make a vulgar gesture at your metalhead roommate, and he flips you the bird in return. 

Eddie’s long hair twists behind him in the night breeze as he leads you down the back lawn to the dock. 

You see Steve’s already down there. Dangling his legs into the water and gazing up at the stars. 

“Hey handsome, mind if we spark up?” Eddie prods at Steve, until there’s room for the three of us to sit in a row at the edge of the dock.

“Go right ahead my sweet little potheads.” Steve smokes with you guys sometimes, on special occasions. Tonight must count, because he accepts the blunt from you as you pass it left. After a pull on it, he erupts into a coughing fit. 

Smirking, Eddie snatches the blunt and licks his lips. “Pussy.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, mostly for the fun of it. 

“Oh like you’re offended”

“Mortally wounded, Ed.”

Steve recovers from his coughing attack and rolls his eyes. 

You pull on the blunt, letting the smoke swirl in your mouth for a second before inhaling. Then Steve’s reaching for it again and Eddie’s grabbing his hand and saying “Nu-uh big guy, not after that.”

Steve leans behind you to pull at a lock of Eddie’s hair teasingly. His shoulder bumps yours. It’s all you can do not to let a sigh or a whimper escape your lips at the contact. You wish he’d pull your hair for fucks sake. 

Then Eddie’s leaning back and stretching, the long column of his neck pulled tight as he arches his back and flexes his arms. “What about a shotgun?” 

“I don’t think Nance came armed tonight, Munson.” Steve replied, slow on the uptake. 

“No, with the weed. You could shotgun it, wouldn’t be as harsh.”

Steve nods, and you exhale your latest hit. It’s quite a fucking sight, you think to yourself as Eddie and Steve lean across you to almost almost touch lips as Eddie pushes smoke into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s eyes are closed, like he’s kissing. His dark lashes flutter against his tan cheek and you actually do sigh this time.

Eddie’s eyes flick up to yours, holding your gaze as his warm brown eyes bore against the walls you’ve hastily thrown up. 

“Feeling left out, babe?” It’s teasing, but not taunting. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you nod. Not sure if Eddie even noticed, you break eye contact. Steve’s exhaling and his Adam’s apple bounces as he reaches out to ruffle Eddie’s hair. 

When you look back to Eddie, he’s pulled himself back upright, one leg trailing in the water below. He’s peering at you, a little curiosity sparking in his eyes. Slowly, he leans forward. Brings the slightly damp tip of the blunt to his lips and gathers the smoke in his mouth. Steve slides his hand down from Eddie’s hair into your own, pushing your head forward towards Eddie’s. 

And then it’s your lips parting, your mouth filling with the sweet, skinny smoke. Your lashes fluttering against your cheek as Steve’s strong, warm hand at your neck holds you in place. Eddie finishes exhaling and he leans back again, taking a hit for himself this time.

“That was so hot.” It was the kind of thing you expected Eddie to say, always joking. It’s a surprise to hear it breathed out of Steve’s mouth, and he looks surprised when you look at him, like he didn’t mean to say it.

“I’ll say. And I didn’t even get to see!” Eddie whines, like it’s unfair. 

“Show him.” Steve still looks surprised at the words leaving his mouth, but the words themselves are firm, his tone unyielding. 

You’re blushing now, but it’s dark so hopefully the boys can’t tell. You reach for the blunt, hand quivering ever so slightly as you pluck it from Eddie’s mouth. His lips close over your fingers, just barely, as you pull away. Forget blushing, you’re hot all over and not just because of the heat still hanging in the air.

Steve’s already in your space, his hand never left your neck. He was tracing small circles now, his touch featherlight and steady. He tugs your hair, so lightly, and your head falls back instantly. Your eyelids feel heavy as you peer up through your lashes at Steve. 

“Show him.” Steve repeats, more urgently. Like he’s desperate.

Rising up to meet Steve, you slot your lips against his, and gently blow a stream of smoke into his waiting mouth. His hand tightens in your hair, and he brushes his nose against yours as he pulls away. You could be panting now, if you let yourself. Could pull Steve back down onto your mouth, lunge over and lick a hot stripe onto Eddie’s neck. But instead you turn your gaze out to the water. Take another hit, let a few more seconds tick by in silence.

Then Steve is pulling the blunt out of your hand, and laying it down in an ashtray on the dock. He’s looking sidelong at Eddie, like he’s searching for something. He must find what he was looking for, or not, because he stands abruptly. 

“Let’s go swimming.” 

Eddie gapes at you, and you give him a look of equal confusion. It’s not like you haven’t been swimming in lovers lake since the gate closed, but Steve hasn’t. But he’s peeling his shirt off and pulling down his shorts and oh my god you have to look away but you can’t look away. Eddie’s pulling you to your feet and peeling off his own shirt, seemingly on board. 

“Steve are you… are you sure?” You’re not sure what’s prompted this, this charged moment. But Steve’s smiling his wide smile at you, and your eyes catch on the scars spanning his torso. 

“Sure as ever.” And he bounds into the water. 

Eddie’s after him in a flash, a blur of black ink and pale skin.

Fuck it.

Fuck it! Right?

Yeah.

You bend at the waist, pulling the hem of your dress up over your head. You are steadfastly not thinking of what underwear you have on, instead thinking about how grateful you are to have found this family. 

The water is cool as it washes over you. 

“Worth it?” You laugh breathlessly 

“Worth it.” Steve concurs.

The three of you float along, playfully splashing and swimming together. If everyone’s gazes are meeting, deep and heated, You’re all pretending not to notice.

Eddie’s the first one out of the water. He lopes up to the house to grab towels, returning just as you and Steve have pulled back up onto the dock. A towel wrapped low on his waist draws your eye, and you drag your gaze back up his chest. 

Eddie flicks a towel in Steve’s direction, and then hesitantly approaches you. He shakes the last towel open, and engulfes you with it. He rubs it gently against your skin, drying you off. Then he presses his lips against your forehead. Exactly where Steve had earlier. 

Steve shakes out his wet hair, spraying both you and Eddie in the process. It breaks Eddie away from you as he brings his arm up against the droplets, laughing. 

Eddie finishes drying you off. His fingers trail down your leg. Behind you, Steve inhales shakily. Then he’s moving around, spreading the towel out underneath him. 

He sits down. Spreads his legs into a wide V shape, and pulls you tight against him. His hand his warm, damp fucking hand is pressed against your stomach, and he’s leaning over slightly, grabbing the blunt and the lighter. 

“Show me.” Steve demands, voice husky. “Let me see.”

And then Eddie’s crowding in, taking the proffered items from Steve and lighting up. Steve’s hand is tracing hot, searing circles into your abdomen. 

Eddie’s mouth slips against yours again, your lips parting immediately. As your mouth fills with smoke and you inhale, Steve’s hand slides up to brush against the edge of your bra.

And then you’re kissing Eddie in earnest. You’re not sure who pressed forward, or if it was both of you. Steve gasps quietly above your head as Eddie’s tongue presses against your lips, sliding along the seam until, panting, your mouth drops open, granting him entrance.

The burning heat of Eddie’s tongue twisting around your own is enough to allow a quiet moan to escape your lips. 

Whatever remained of Steve’s self control snapped at that quiet moan. He practically tears your face away from Eddie, who, despite the rude interruption, merely laughs and lowers his mouth to your neck. He presses hot kisses there, as Steve lays absolute waste to your mouth.

He’s got a hand twisted in your hair, just hard enough to send a tingle down to your toes with every shift of his weight. It’s a weird angle, but he’s handling it expertly. Nibbling at your lips, pressing firm against you, he kisses a smile into your mouth and tugs on your hair again. His other hand is still pressed against your stomach, and suddenly you feel eddies hands, shaking slightly, hitch behind your legs. He lifts you slightly, pushing you back against Steve in a way that makes you both groan, and turn your attention to the long haired man positioning himself against you both. One leg under Steve’s, his other levered over Steve’s other leg. 

You’re pressed against the length of them. Both of them. Your head is spinning, but you feel so grounded here, between them. Eddie releases your legs back down once he’s settled, letting them splay over his and Steve’s intertwined legs. But he never stops touching them. Running his hands up and down, one second rubbing your ankle between deft fingers, the next he’s gripping your thighs like they’re the only thing keeping him here. It feels amazing. 

“What do you want?” Eddie whispers, right against the shell of your ear. 

Steve draws in a hot breath and slides his teeth against your other ear. 

“I want- uhm-I” you stutter to a halt as Eddie’s fingers graze against the last edge of your panties, pressing along the crease of your thigh. Then it hits you. What to say. 

“I want you to show me.”

Steve practically growls at that, attaching his mouth to your ear. Eddie devours your mouth again as you begin to wonder exactly how you all ended up here. Was it the weed, was it the water? What the fuck was it they wanted?” 

“You, princess.” Like Eddie can read your mind. He pulls back. Pushes you down onto Steve’s lap so you can feel his erection pressing into your ass. Takes your hand and holds it against the damp, cool front of his swim trunks. He’s so fucking hard, for you. They’re both so hard for you. 

“We want you.” Steve finishes the thought.

You don’t quite believe them. But it’s so fucking hot being here, crammed between them like this. The cool breeze brushes between you, delicious against the hard points of your nipples 

Eddie must notice, or be a fucking mind reader or a sex god or whatever but he’s mouthing you through your bra, teeth scraping against lace. Steve’s hand dips down, teasing the top edge of your lace panties. 

“May I?” He whispers against your neck, sending hot shivers down your entire body.

Nodding furiously, you press forward into the heat of Eddie’s mouth, fumbling desperately for the front of his shorts. Your ass firmly wedged against Steve’s throbbing length. Separated only by the thin layer of his boxes and the whisper thin layer of lace, he ruts against you as he sweeps his fingers into your curls. 

You find purchase, gripping Eddie’s cock hard. He groans against your chest as he drags his mouth to your other nipple. 

“Eddie, baby, Fuck. Fuck. Steve, oh fuck.”

Eddie’s got one nipple between his teeth, the other wrenched between three fingers. You’re dragging your fingers up and down him, pulling through the wet fabric of his boxers. Steve’s swirling the edge of his finger against your clit, just a little sharply, like he knows that’s how you fucking like it. He’s rocking against you from behind and pulling your hair back to capture your mouth in a searing kiss and “oh my god, Steve” he’s dipping his fingers into your wet heat. 

Never in your wildest fucking dreams, you think idly, in a moment of bliss. 

Then Eddie’s pulling your panties down with his teeth, and you think you might be dying. Think you must be about to astral project or some shit. 

Eddie is pulling your black lace panties down with his teeth on the dock outside the house where you all live and Steve’s got his fingers literally inside of you right now and oh my god you’re so grateful to all the women in Hawkins who let him practice on them because surely this is some kind of… recital performance. He’s playing with your pussy and dragging his thumb against your clit and pumping two fingers in and out of you and the look on his face when you look back at him is insane. You’ve never seen Steve like this before, dark eyes blown out black with need, hair still wet, dripping down his back. His lips are red and slick and he’s still got his other hand in your hair like a lifeline. You rise and fall with his broad chest as he pants after you. 

Eddie sucks your toe into his mouth and you buck so hard against Steve’s hand that you lose contact with his dick that he’s been dragging across your ass and he whimpers .

You’re done for, and you know it. Barely hit second base and you know nobody else could ever get you hot like this ever again. 

“Shit, baby, that’s so hot.” Steve smiles against your neck as he says it.

“Hmmm?”

“Barely hit second base my ass.” And you realize that you must have been talking out loud because Eddie’s slapping (!) Steve’s hand away from your center and you’re keening with the loss. Eddie captures Steve’s wrist, sucking Steve’s wet fingers into his mouth, licking him clean of your juices. Then his Cheshire Cat grin spreads across that beautiful, soft fucking face of his and he dives between your legs.

He’s licking at you and making these feral noises against you, and the hint of stubble across his chin teases your sensitive skin. You find your hands tangled in his hair, gripping him like Steve’s gripping your hair, and you’re both moaning from the pressure on your scalp.

You lost your grip on Eddie’s dick when he broke off to undress you, so you wiggle one of your arms behind you to press against Steve’s rigid length. You’re rubbing him with the heel of your hand, and he’s groaning into your ear, whispering filth to you, to you both.

Eddie’s mouth closes around your clit, sucking and blowing as he presses his first two fingers into you, his thumb lightly circling the taut pucker of your ass. 

“That’s it Munson, you’re so fucking pretty between her legs. Both of you between my legs, so fucking hot, I want her to cum first, Eddie.”

Steve rests his hand at the base of your throat, and you swallow heavy against him. “Tell me, you need to tell me.” He hisses through his teeth as you palm his dick again and again. 

“Yes, please, Steve, fuck, Eddie, yes. Oh my god Steve, fucking choke m-“ you’re cut off as Steve presses the hard lines of his fingers against your throat, and all the blood in your body feels like it’s spiraling down, down into the heat of your hot cunt where Eddie is lapping at you, using both his hands to tease your entrance, your ass, spreading his long fingers against your thighs to push you open wider, and he’s driving his tongue into you, his nose nudging against your clit. His fingers are pressing bruises into the meat of your thighs, and you’re breathing hard, so fucking close. 

With Steve’s hand against your throat, it’s all you can do to just feel the way Eddie is eating you, feel Steve’s hot breath through your hair, the rhythm of his cock against your hand. 

Eddie’s got your number, it seems. He’s dragging his fingers in and out, stretching you, curling his fingers up, pulling sounds from you that you have never heard anyone make. He’s sucking at your clit, and Steve’s talking dirty again and heat is crashing down your body in waves, and you’re bucking slightly against Eddie’s face, and then he’s twisting his fingers and you’re fucking ruined as your legs start shaking and your fingers tighten in Eddie’s hair, breath coming in soft pants as Steve’s hand holds pressure against your throat. You zero in on the feeling of Eddie’s groan vibrating into your aching cunt as you draw your legs up around his ears, riding the oncoming wave of your orgasm like you’ll float away if you’re not clamping down on Eddie’s head, Steve’s grip on your neck holding you down. Eddie presses his thumb into your heat, dragging the slick digit down to the entrance of your ass and pushing in. The intrusion pushes you over the edge, and Steve’s swallowing your scream as he kisses you hard through it. 

Eddie’s mouth doesn’t leave you as you shudder through your release, quivering and sweating and there’s even heat behind your eyes as tears slip out onto your cheek as you lock your ankles behind Eddie’s back and roll your hips against his wet face. He’s drinking you in, swirling his tongue into you again and again, all through the aftershocks. 

Steve pushes his hand down your body, the lace of your bra snaps back into place after he pushes it aside to brush against your bare nipple. He grabs Eddie by the chin and drags him up, swooping over your shoulder to kiss the other man.

Seeing the boys trading your taste awakens something in you, and you wiggle down until you’re laying on the towel while Steve and Eddie tangle above you. 

You start with Eddie, scraping your nails up his thigh, pulling his shorts down and down until his cock bobs up out into the night air, and you circle your hand around him, pumping slowly. Your other hand reaches out and cups Steve, and you wrestle him free as well until you’re twisting and sliding your hand all up and down the length of them, gliding the tip of a finger against the slit on the tip of their cocks, you’re trying to give them equal attention while still giving them what they want. They break apart and two pairs of dark, blown out brown eyes bear down on you, slipping from your face to their dicks and back. 

If you thought Steve had a mouth on him, it was probably because Eddie’s had been occupied. Now it was like the dam had broken. A steam of words was falling out of his mouth, “Fuck, baby, you tasted so fucking good and you’re taking my cock so well, please oh shit oh fuck , look at you, you look so fucking pretty and so bad with our cocks in your hands, you fucking like that, two fucking hard cocks for you, you’re a fucking freak like me aren’t you princess. Steve tell her she’s a fucking princess.” 

“Princess, yup, what Eddie said” Steve pants, and you can tell he’s getting close. His eyes are fluttering open and closed, the muscles of his stomach rippling with effort. Eddie leans over capturing Steve’s nipple in his mouth, and fuck is this guy like an orgasm wizard because Steve is spilling into your hand and Eddie’s grunting like that’s what does it for him and sure enough his balls pull up and he shudders through his orgasm, and you were just fast enough to lean over, get your face under him, let him cum in hot stripes across your chin, neck and chest. 

The boys collapse down around you, all three of you gasping for breath. 

-

You all jump back in the water to rinse off, barely separating from one another, all smiles and gooey eye contact. 

-

Racing back up to the house, you tip toe through the kitchen, and up the stairs, clutching your towels. When you try and peel off, bashfully saying goodnight when you reach your door, Eddie rolls his eyes and Steve pulls you along to his bedroom door and opens it. 

“Did you really think…. That we were done with you?”

Eddie winks and gives you a little shove into Steve’s room.

The clock on his bedside table reads 3:07am, blinking up at you accusingly.

“My mom used to say that nothing good happens after midnight.” 

“Well Princess, I think we just proved her very… very wrong.”

-

You wake up a few hours later to Steve gone, and Eddie’s legs intertwined with your own. From the sounds echoing up from the first floor, you can guess that the kids are up and hungry. Thus explaining Steve’s absence. 

Kissing Eddie awake seems like a grand idea, but even after last night you’re nervous.

You decide to be brave instead. 

You end up waking Eddie up by licking a stripe up his cock, which you’d discovered was half hard already. 

He cums down your throat and calls you beautiful, and then Steve stumbles in, balancing two coffees. 

He smiles his wide, easy smile at you and Eddie in bed and even though you know you’re going to miss your friends, and as much as you hate to split the party, you’ve got something very good starting at home.

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August slips into September, and the house gets a lot quieter. 

The kids are busy with school, with basketball practice, Hellfire Club (Dustin is DMing and apparently it’s going really well) and homecoming plans. Nance is gone, but she calls. Jonathan and Argyle are campaigning for Halloween in California this year, and it seems like at least the older set of you will be able to make the trip out. 

-

You scrape your foot along the floor in front of your stool. It’s 3pm on a Wednesday so the only customers in the bowling alley are the members of the Ladies Senior League.

Movement catches your eye, and you turn to see Eddie approaching with a basket of fries and a glint in his eye.

Mrs. Stanley notices too, the old bird stares peevishly down her nose as Eddie passes by lane 4. Most of the residents of Hawkins believe the story that Victor Creel’s troubled son had been responsible for the murders over spring break, but a lot of people still look sidelong at Eddie.

He’s got his bandana tied around his head in lieu of the hair net he’s technically supposed to wear. Charlene says it’s good enough since he’s just serving drinks and running the fryer. It’s not like Hawkins health department was particularly stringent anyway. It always reminds you of the upside down, of almost losing him before you even knew him. You shake it off.

“Best part of the job is the potato perks”

“I thought the best part of this job was that we could smoke inside?”

“True, very true. Speaking of…” Eddie dropped the basket of fries on the counter and swung himself up and over, planting his feet and dropping into a crouch. He starts rifling around in your purse on the floor. Triumphantly, he swings your pack of cigarettes like a racing flag. He lights two and your eyes can’t help but drop to his lips. His calloused fingers press one to your mouth, lingering just a little. 

Eventually, the ladies league leaves. Some kids filter in, but the day stays slow.

-

You’d driven to work that morning, but Eddie plucks your keys out of your hand and saunters ahead of you in the parking lot.

He pulls the passenger door open for you with an over exaggerated bow. 

-

Steve pulls into the driveway a few minutes after you and Eddie get home. 

“I just dropped Robin off at Vickie’s.”

-

No sooner than the words leave his lips, the three of you are laughing as you race up the stairs, happy to take advantage of an empty house.

-

Robins not stupid, she’d seen the truth written on your faces the morning after the party. The kids don’t know, and honestly you’re really not sure what you’d even say. Like, “Sorry Dustin I’m fucking your pseudo parents?” Hardly conventional. You try to contain extracurriculars to Steve’s room (as if either you or Eddie has slept anywhere else in a month) even when Rob’s not home. 

Well. You do now at least. There had been a couple close calls, and two actual incidents with Robin. 

One night, right after the party, she’d come downstairs at 3am for a glass of water and found Steve on his knees between Eddie’s legs. That had led to a lot of “ how dare you debase the communal living areas” and “I don’t care if she was asleep you could have gone in Eddie’s room!! My poor virgin eyes!”

Eddie had pulled a face at that one. “Virgin, Buckley? Really? You’ve been after Vickie for like a year, and now you’ve got her and yet…?”

“Oh I’m sorry we can contain ourselves!” Robin had kicked Eddie in the shin and Steve had to bodily separate them before they started wrestling. 

Another time, more recently, Robin had been working a coverage shift for Keith at Family Video. She’d come home earlier than expected and found Eddie bending you over the kitchen counter in a sundress while Steve stood to the side, eyes blown wide, palming himself through the heavy denim of his jeans. 

Robin had been (rightfully) indignant about that one. So yeah, now you try not to fuck each other on the first floor.

-

Just as your feet hit the second floor landing, you find yourself being pulled up into Steve’s arms. Your legs wind around his waist, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His hands dip to roughly grip your ass through your work jeans. 

Eddie jogs two steps ahead, ducking into his own room as Steve presses you bodily against his closed door. 

Then Eddie’s back, stuffing handcuffs into his pocket as he reaches around Steve’s waist to turn the doorknob. 

-

You’re flat on your back, neck bent over the edge of the bed, mouth open wide. Eddie’s cock, all pale skin and thick veins, pink tipped, and glistening with spit as he pulls back and rocks forward again. 

The bed dips. A pair of wide hands with long, thick fingers run up your bent legs, which fall open at the touch. Steve’s hands keep running up and down, teasing you. He settles between your legs, hands coming up to circle your waist. His thumbs rub easy circles into your rib cage. 

Eddie’s dick drags out of your mouth, and his hand fists in your hair. He keeps his hand knitted close to your scalp as he crouches down to kiss you hotly, open-mouthed. His other hand searches the ground near his feet for his jeans. When he finds them, he tugs the handcuffs free. 

“I want your arms tied.” Your eyes glaze over as you agree. Steve’s hands find your nipples, rubbing. 

Eddie’s pulling you up, pushing you to Steve in the center of the bed. Then he’s right up behind you, the handcuffs clinking in his hand. 

You shudder as goosebumps race across your skin. The thought of surrendering to these two excited you. The nights where you’ve pushed boundaries before have always been amazing. It’s making the three of you want to try everything . You’ve checked books out of the library for research because when you’re all together, it’s like magic. The antithesis to everything you’ve battled. 

Eddie gathers your wrists in one hand, twisting them between his long fingers. He slides the handcuff closed over one wrist, and then the other. You’ve hardly been touched tonight and you’re already soaked. Once he’s certain they’re neither tight enough to chafe or loose enough for you to easily slip out of, he drops your chained hands and kisses the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

Your sharp inhale is captured by Steve’s mouth. Idly, you try and reach your hand up to tangle in his hair, but the cuffs cut you short. Eddie chuckles behind you, his breathe cool against the slick patch he’d been sucking into your neck. 

“Just for the record” you pant, “this is like, my favorite activity.”

“For the record, this is one of mine.” Steve replies as he takes your mouth again. Eddie’s hands slip underneath you, playing against your clit, letting his fingers push inside.

He rocks against you, fingers pressing into the spongy flesh of your g-spot. 

“I love having you between us like this.” Eddie croons, hard cock pressed tightly against your ass.

Steve smiles his agreement into your mouth, cupping your jaw with his hand. 

-

Eddie’s first two fingers, slick with a mixture of lube and you press against the taut pucker of your ass. 

You push your hips down against him and groan as he breaches you. The stretch is dark and satisfying as he slips in deeper. Every push and pull leads him deeper inside you. The feeling is lush, especially with Steve’s thumb circling your clit. His dick, dripping with precum bobs against your leg and you momentarily regret the handcuffs.  But then Eddie’s fingers twist and it’s all you can do to drop your head back against his and cry out. 

“Baby...” Eddie’s voice is sultry against your ear, and you twist your head to look at him. His eyes are dark, melting into yours. “Let me fuck you like this.” Eddie adds a third, slick finger and you and Steve release twin groans. They’ve both played with your ass, even since the first night. But neither had asked you for this yet. You nod without reservation. 

“Say it.” Steve insists, eyes boring into Eddie’s face where it rests against your shoulder. “Tell him to put his cock in your ass.”

When you open your mouth, a wanton moan escapes before you can voice your assent.

“Eddie, please.” Another series of deep breaths as your legs quiver from their ministrations. 

“Baby, you have to say it. ” There’s an edge in Steve’s voice, a command laced in his words.

“God you’re both bossy,” you huff out. “Put it in my ass already, damn.”

Eddie slaps your ass for that, “What did I do?” and kneads the pink flesh to lessen the sting.

-

They take you out of the handcuffs, “we’ll save these for next time, princess.”

Steve sits back against the headboard and you drink in the sight of him. You cover his body with yours, pressing your back into the broad expanse of his chest. 

“I want you to cum, first.” Eddie insists “it’ll help you relax.” 

No point in arguing that. 

-

Eddie’s doing that thing again.

That thing that gets Steve so hot and hard that he fucks you like an absolute menace . 

Eddie rips open a condom and crawls back up onto the bed.

The three of you intertwine in a kiss, and then Eddie slips down to where you and Steve’s bodies are nearly joined. 

You feel Steve gulp behind you. 

Eddie’s wrapping his lips around Steve’s dick, sliding the condom down with his mouth.

Steve’s growling and you’re so thankful they took the cuffs off because he presses you down over Eddie’s sprawling body and reaches between your bodies to align himself with the hot center of you. He pushes in, and then picks up a steady, hard pace. His fingers stutter against your clit. The position has your breasts swinging against the heat of Eddie’s mouth with every slam of Steve’s hips against your body.

Teeth graze your nipple and time stops. Eddie’s always there to take you over the edge. He insists he doesn’t have a ton of experience, but his imagination must be otherworldly. Steve, he’s got the experience sure, and he puts it to fantastic use. 

You roll your hips back to meet Steve’s. Eddie moves, pushing up onto bent forearms to grab your mouth in a searing kiss. 

Steve fucks you, hard. It’s all you can do to keep one hand braced on the bed. He curves his arm down and circles your clit. After that, it’s just the friction of Steve’s dick and the press of his fingers and the desperate look on Eddie’s face until you’re shaking with it and you let the wall of your climax slam into you. Steve fucks you through it, grunting and moaning at the fluttering pressure on his cock. 

A few more strokes and he’s groaning, hands pressed hard into the curve of your hip. You’re putty in his hands, slipping back and forth as he drives into you. 

-

Steve drops the condom into the trash and takes a long gulp of water. 

Eddie slaps your ass. It brings you back into your body. Then he’s dipping his head and biting down on the flesh he slapped.

Steve spreads himself across the head of the bed, draped over the pillows. 

“So,” he begins, “are you gonna show me?”

Eddie’s grin widens against you. He pulls at your legs until you’re in a sinful rendition of child’s pose. Steve can see every inch of you, ever so slightly swollen from his punishing pace.

Then Eddie’s got his tongue buried between your asscheeks.

He’s spearing you open on his tongue, spreading you with his hands. Your mouth drags open along the sheets as you pant, still jelly from your orgasm. 

Steve leans forward and rubs his fingers along the seam of you, getting them slick and running them against your clit.

Eddie works you open again; swapping his searching tongue for two of his fingers. He’s almost methodical, the way he’s pressing into you slowly, fingers slick with lube. He already prepared you fairly well, but he’s still taking his time.

By the time Eddie and Steve have worked you back into a keening, writing mess, Eddie’s got a third finger in you again, sloppily fingering your ass wide open. 

With a groan, he lets his hand slip out.

Steve circles his arm around your waist and tugs you back against him, kissing you hotly while Eddie slides a condom on and covers his aching cock with lube.

-

Your back is pressed up against Eddie’s chest, Steve’s eyes heavy lidded and locked onto the way the tip of Eddie’s cock is burying into you.

The stretch burns slightly, the slow push of your hips grinding down against Eddie’s rising thrust. 

Inch by inch, you slide further down, pulling Eddie deeper. 

Finally, finally , he’s fully sheathed. Breathing heavy, he stills his motions, hand gripping your hip tightly. 

Your body adjusts to the intrusion quickly, and you find yourself circling your hips, desperate for friction. 

Eddie curls his hands into your hair and tugs you to his mouth, whispering against your lips.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Wrapped around my dick like a fucking glove.”

“You guys look amazing like this.” Steve breathes, almost reverently. Eddie beams at him over your shoulder, and starts slowly rocking against you.

As Eddie gradually picks up pace, you steady yourself with one hand on Steve’s shoulder, using the leverage to push back on Eddie, urging him on.

Eddie brings his hand up to the base of your throat, pressing firmly. Steve reaches down and starts working your clit. Moaning, your legs quiver as sensation clouds your mind.

“You’re so good at this, feels so good” you cry out as you fist your free hand into the sheets. Eddie whines and his hips stutter against yours. His mouth pulls on your earlobe, tongue running up the side. Steve is steady and diligent, working you into a mess with his hand rubbing on your clit. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re mewling and sucking in breathes between moans. Your thighs quiver and Eddie holds you firmly in place. His cock slides up and down inside you, his pace becoming more erratic. the cresting wave of hour orgasm crashes into you as the combination of sensations brings you over the edge. 

You’ve clamped down tight on Eddie as you ride out your climax. A whimper escapes his mouth as he spills into the condom. 

-

Later that night, you’re all sitting on the porch. The stereo is playing Judas Priest, and the music spills out the windows along with the warm glow of the living room lights.

You and Eddie are passing a blunt back and forth while Steve nurses a beer. 

You’ve got on one of Steve’s t-shirts, which grazes your mid thigh, and the boys are both in boxers. 

Steve’s picking at the label on his beer. “I think we should tell the kids.” 

“Yeah, I was thinking that too. It’s only a matter of time.” Eddie agrees, readily. His easy agreement makes you wonder if they’ve talked about this before. 

“Hmmm. I just… I just don’t really know what to tell them, I guess.” And you don’t want them to think less of you, a voice in the back of your head whispers. What kind of woman needs two men? Will it get out to the wrong people, the people who already think Eddie is dangerous, a corrupting force. And Steve’s got his ladies man reputation, how will this relationship with a woman and another man go over? This is Hawkins! 

“I want to tell them the truth.” Steve presses on. “

You snort, “what truth, that the three of us have been fucking all over the house like rabbits?” 

Eddie grabs your hand. “The truth like we are all happy together. The truth that I’ve never felt safe like this before.” Your heart breaks a little there. For little Eddie with a buzzed head and abandonment issues. For the Eddie that hid in reefer rick’s boat house while the town hunted the freak. 

You take Steve’s hand, connecting all of you. 

“Yeah. Alright. Let’s tell the kids.”

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The house was going to be full again. 

Everyone was coming home to Hawkins for Thanksgiving. Joyce and Hopper would land in Indianapolis in the morning, with the Byers kids, El, and Argyle. Nance was already back, arrived yesterday, but she’s staying at her parents’.

Sweat pools on your brow and you swipe it away with the back of your hand, sighing with effort. You’re setting up an air bed in the loft for Jonathan and Argyle and then two small ones for El and Will. The foot pump is making your ankle sore, but it’s better than the alternative. Thank god Joyce and Hopper are getting a hotel room.

It was unseasonably warm, with the forecast sitting in the high 50s, mid 60s for the week, with clear skies. Steve had taken one look at the weather report in the paper (seriously, he’s such an old man - who reads the fucking paper?) and decreed that THANKSGIVING WILL BE HELD OUTSIDE!

It made sense, actually. Everyone would fit at the table inside, (especially since Lucas, Erica, Nancy, and Mike wouldn’t arrive until after their own family dinners) but it would be a tight squeeze. Outside they can drag two or three picnic tables together and have plenty of room. 

Steve and Robin are downstairs putting up folding tables on the porch for a buffet. It was only Monday but he had insisted it was “better to be prepared.”

Not sure what for, it’s not like you’re gonna wake up on Wednesday and find out that SURPRISE! Today is Thanksgiving! We moved it! But there’s no point in arguing with Steve on a Mission.

Eddie’s at work, Charlene had pitched a fit when you both requested off this week, so Eddie took one for the team and kept his Monday and Friday shifts. 

Finally finished with the air mattresses, you go about making up the beds with sheets and blankets. The house hasn’t been full since the summer, and you’re anxious to see it full again. Visiting the Byers over Halloween with Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy had been fun, even though Eleven and Will had greatly bemoaned the lack of Mike on the visit. But Mike had gotten a C in Spanish (again) and Mr. Wheeler forbade him from going. But it would be even better to have the cabin full of everyone you love. 

The trip to Cali had been fun, but It had been hard, sleeping on separate air mattresses on Jonathon’s bedroom floor. It’d been months of sleeping intertwined with Eddie and Steve, and the break hadn’t been welcome. And anyway, despite talking about how to do it, constantly, the kids are still in the dark about your unconventional relationship. 

The night you got home, there had been a frantic series of blowjobs and pussy eating before the three of you collapsed in a heap of sweat and soft laughter. You’d never laughed during sex before the three of you started this. Now it’s commonplace, a welcome addition. The tension between you all gets so great sometimes it’s all you can do but reduce into a peel of giggles. 

-

The drive to the airport started early. The alarm on Steve’s nightstand went off at 4, and the two of you got up. Eddie rolled back over with a grunt. 

Dressing quickly, You and Steve quietly make your way down to the kitchen. Eggos in the toaster and coffee brewing, you and Steve share a series of soft, knee weakening kisses. You loop your arms around his neck lazily, as Steve’s tongue dips into your mouth, the mint of his toothpaste still lingering. 

Despite the fact that you all had decided to tell the kids back in September, you’d only told Jonathan, Nancy, and Argyle when you were in California. They’d been elated, Argyle insisted on hitting a celebratory bong, and even Nance had joined in. Jonathon clicked on a vhs of Monty Python and the Holy Grail and the group of you sat together around the TV laughing and smoking. Max and Dustin are suspicious, you think, but the rest of the kids don’t care enough about the interpersonal relationships of their token adults to pry. 

You had a feeling Hopper knew, because he kept giving the boys these deep evaluating stares, but then his eyes would flick over you almost too quickly. And if Hopper knew, Joyce knew. Plus, Joyce has always been perceptive. There had been a few loaded silences with Her that nobody had been brave enough to broach. 

It can’t be too bad though, they’re still letting their kids stay at the house despite everything. 

The toaster waffles jump up, startling you out of your make out session with Steve. He chuckles softly and slaps butter and syrup on the counter.

Fifteen minutes later the two of you are navigating Eddie’s van toward Indianapolis. There isn’t traffic this early until you get to the edge of Indy an hour or so later. Then it’s your normal city congestion all the way to the airport. You park and head inside, unfurling the “Welcome back Byers + Hoppers + Agyle!” sign that Dustin and Lucas had made for you to hold up at arrivals. 

Soon, you see them approaching and poke Steve’s side, careful to jab well above his demobat scars. He snaps back to attention and waves toward the approaching crowd. 

Will and Eleven glom onto Steve immediately, and you round Argyle and Jonathan into a warm hug. Joyce and Hopper look… frazzled. “How was the flight?” Steve asks as he disentangles himself from the kids, who immediately come join your group hug. 

“Don’t ask” Hopper mutters

“It was fine!” Joyce chirps simultaneously 

-

It’s a squeeze in the van with all the luggage, but you climb in the way back with El and Will so that Joyce can sit up front. Hopper is not happy to be sitting squished next to Argyle and Jonathan but you figure it can’t be worse than a secret Russian prison.

-

When you pull into the driveway, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy are waiting on the steps to the porch. The girls rush forward to hug the kids and make out with Jonathan, respectively. Argyle weaves his way through the crowd to clap Eddie on the shoulder and pulls a joint out from under his hat. Eddie glances at Hopper, then shrugs and digs a lighter out of his pocket.

Hopper snaps his head up at the smell and glares at the boys, gesturing to his watch. It’s not even noon his eyes seem to say. But Joyce shouldered him and her face seemed to say not our house . 

Eddie and Argyle wave apologetically and walk around to the back of the house. 

-

By 3pm, the entire party is crowded into your house. Eddie did the after school run, so at least there isn’t a half dozen bikes on the lawn. 

Joyce & Hopper are about to go check in to their hotel, and Hopper is telling the younger kids “don’t even THINK about touching any of their alcohol or weed while they’re gone. Or the whole week for that matter. We are trusting all of you to stay here this week but don’t think we won’t rip you out of here if we need to.”

“Do not worry - They will not share with us. We are too young, Steve says so.” El says bluntly, and from experience. Lucas and Mike are always trying to wheedle substances out of the older group, but Steve always refuses. Dustin thinks this is hypocritical, but Steve had countered that Mrs. Henderson trusts him to keep Dustin safe and he doesn’t think that definition includes letting a bunch of 15 “almost sixteen!!” year olds get crossfaded in his house. 

-

The living room is completely taken over. Dustin, Max, and Lucas are on the couch, Robin and Jonathon in armchairs. Nancy’s perched on Jon’s lap, and Will and Mike are sitting in the floor in front of the TV. Eddie had come home with bean bag chairs a few weeks ago, and Max was sharing one with El, while Eddie was sprawled across the other. You’re on the floor with your side leaned up against Eddie’s beanbag.

Steve has just walked in from the kitchen with a pile of paper plates. He tosses them down onto the coffee table alongside a bunch of everyone's soda cans. He returns a moment later with a stack of pizza boxes. “Alright gang, dig in and please don’t trash the place.” 

He steals a few pieces of pepperoni, and a mushroom & pepper and throws himself down on the arm of Robin's chair. She nabs the mushroom piece and rests her head on Steve’s side. 

The kids descend on the pizza like rabid vultures. Steve had way over ordered (who doesn’t want leftover pizza?) so it was comical to see them starting to scuffle over who got what. 

Eddie flings himself up off the beanbag and throws his arms out dramatically “BEHOLD! A feast lays before you! Nary must you fight your own party for sustenance, good fellows! Together we must reunite peacefully!”

Lucas and Mike sheepishly disentangle themselves from where they had been wrestling over the “last” piece of plain cheese, not noticing the two full plain cheese pies lower in the sack. 

After a few trips to and from the kitchen for drinks, the kids settle in to watch a movie. Robin had brought home a few new releases and some other random movies for everyone to watch this week. She claimed it was a curated selection but when you glanced at it and saw Some Like It Hot and Rocky Horror Picture Show, you knew that selection was in fact “Robins faves” which worked fine for your taste..

They’d picked some horror movie tonight, Night of the Living Dead. You didn’t particularly feel like watching a horror movie, so you peeled off and ran upstairs to grab some nail polish. 

Firm hands grab you from behind as you’re rummaging around in the bathroom drawer. You start, slamming the drawer closed and clutching the maroon you’d chosen to your chest. Steve laughed. “Sorry, sorry! I just wanted to do this really quickly.” He spins you around and ducks his head down to meet yours.

The pair of you exchange heated kisses, pressed up against the bathroom counter. You hum your pleasure into Steve’s mouth, and after a few minutes you break apart. You hold hands as you return to the stairs, breaking apart as you descend. 

You shake the bottle of polish at Nancy and Robin, and gesture to the porch. To your surprise, Max and El get up instead and shuffle out after you. 

“Will you paint our nails?”

“Of course!”

You and El perch on a bench and Max drops down on top of the table across from you, after you flick on the outdoor lights. It’s not the best venue for manicures but it’s a warm night, and the lake looks beautiful with the moon reflecting off it. 

Slowly, you paint Max’s nails. “Now we’ll all match for thanksgiving!” El is delighted by this observation. 

“So, we have a question.” Max trails off, blowing on her nails as your start El’s.

“Shoot.”

“You and Steve are like a thing right? We thought so since you moved in but… then nobody ever said anything.”

Fuck. You’d been afraid of this. 

“Dustin agrees with us!” Is El’s nervous interjection.

You put down the nail polish and rub the back of your neck. 

“Uh… haha well…” 

“I mean he literally just followed you to the bathroom.” 

“Max, have you considered detective work?”

“No, cops are pigs.”

That breaks the tension a little and you laugh again, nerves going haywire.

“Listen guys, it’s complicated. It’s not like, just my secret to talk about, you know? Can we leave it there?”

“Uh, no. It’s been months! We just want you guys to be happy! We aren’t judging, I swear. Spill!”

“I really can’t. I promise that I am happy right now, and I think Steve is happy too but I don’t speak for him. I promise it won’t be a secret much longer but like I said it’s… complicated.”

“What could possibly be more complicated than decoding Russian intel with Robin and Steve!”

“It just is.”

Max and El exchange a look. 

“Fine. But just for tonight! Now let me do your nails.”

-

Inside, Steve had opted to sit where you had been on the floor. The lights are off, so he intertwines his fingers with Eddie’s, and they share a soft, fond smile. What they don’t notice is the way Dustin’s eyes follow their movements from across the room. 

-

After the movie ends, Steve moves to clean up the pizzas but Nancy bats him away and starts tidying up, shooting daggers at Mike until he stood up and started gathering empty soda cans.

-

It’s still a school night for the Hawkins kids, so Nancy rounds them up into her car and splits around 9. Will and El ascend the stairs to the loft a little while later with a deck of cards.

Steve has enlisted a very unimpressed Robin to help him with some Thanksgiving prep in the kitchen, so naturally you find yourself outside having a smoke sesh with Jon, Argyle, and Eddie.

“How’s everything with y’all and Steve?” Argyle asks after telling you about the letters he’s been exchanging with Suze’s sister Eden. (Apparently he’s convinced she’s in love with him because she can read his handwriting) 

“It’s awesome, man.” Is Eddie’s response. 

“Ugh, that reminds me.” Eddie looks at you in alarm, not expecting to hear “ugh” as the state of your relationship.

“El and Max cornered me earlier and demanded to know what was going on with me and Steve, I barely managed to push them off.”

“He wasn’t exactly subtle, he followed you to the bathroom earlier. Oh and he held my hand during the movie! Not his strong suit.” 

“I told you they were snuggling, man” Jonathan quips to Argyle as he hits the bong. “Not like it really matters, the kids won’t care.” He says more to you and Eddie. “None of us cared when you told us last month.”

“Yeah, I know. We’re gonna tell them this week. Thanks, Byers” 

Soon you’re all pleasantly buzzed, ready to get inside and flop onto your respective mattresses.

You bumble in the kitchen door, finding Steve and Robin working in a weird symbiosis to make two pies. Robin is whacking pumpkin filling into a shell while Steve delicately arranges a latticework over an apple pie.

-

“We’ll tell them after dinner tomorrow, after Joyce and Hopper go back to the hotel.”

“Sounds like a plan, Harrington. All in agreement say aye!”

You and Steve “aye” obediently at Eddie, who returns it.

-

The next morning you wake early, curled up between Steve and Eddie. You slip out of the room, get refreshed in the bathroom, and trudge downstairs for a nice wake n’ bake. 

First you slide the coffee pot on, and grab a sheet pan. Preheating the oven, you layer foil and a baking rack onto the pan and line it with bacon.

By the time the coffee is done, the oven dings and you slide the bacon in. The kitchen timer comes outside with you as you settle into an Adirondack chair and spark up.

The timer buzzes you back into existence a while later, and you get up, stretching, and go back in.

When you turn around from the oven, Will is making his way downstairs with a wide-eyed look on his face. 

“Everything OK bud?”

“Oh, hi! Yes. Just…. Stubbed my toe.”

Will joins you in the kitchen and grabs some bacon. “Is it OK if I have some eggs?”

“Of course, you’re welcome to anything in here - you know that.”

Will smiles, looking even younger than usual with sleep lines still on his face.

-

When the doorbell rings at 9:30, most of the house is awake.

You go to answer it, and find Mrs. Henderson standing there holding a massive roasting pan, complete with a beautifully seasoned, albeit raw, turkey.

You immediately usher her in, offering to take the turkey but she marches determinedly to the kitchen and rests it on the counter.

Steve’s there in a flash, taking a sheet of beautifully handwritten instructions from Mrs. Henderson.

“Now Steve. This sheet has everything you need to know. I already have a full turkey cooling at my house which I will carve today and separate into leftover containers for everyone. I’m going to have that and all the sides I’m preparing ahead ready for you to pick up tonight at 7:30, okay? Now get this in the fridge for me.” 

Steve and Mrs. Henderson are splitting cooking duties this year. With such a big group to feed you’re just thankful your responsibilities will be limited to chopping and dicing, not all the complicated stuff. 

“Yes Mrs. Henderson, thank you so much.”

“Okay, I’ll be back here tomorrow morning at 8:30. But I’ll see you tonight! And you’re picking Dustin up today, right?”

“Yes! Thanks again!”

Sometimes it felt like Steve was really co-parenting with Mrs. Henderson, this was one of those times.

-

While this was going on, Will and El were whispering to each other while watching cartoons.

“El. I saw something this morning I wasn’t supposed to, I don’t think.”

“What was it?”

“Don’t say anything, but I was coming down the stairs and I saw Eddie coming out of Steve’s room and going into the bathroom. He looked half asleep.”

“What? But I thought… we must tell Max about this after school and see what she thinks.”

“No, El, don’t say anything.”

“Wait, let me explain…”

-

Steve does the school run in Eddie’s van, returning with the squall of teenagers around 1pm, since they’d had a half day.

You notice Max, Will, Eleven separating off and heading towards the picnic tables. Dustin also sees this and peels off after them, waving Steve’s half-finished sentence away.

-

“What the hell are you guys talking about over here?” Dustin demands

“What do you think we’re talking about!”

“Eddie and Steve?”

“Eddie?? Not Eddie and Steve you idiot” Max retorts at the same time that Will says “yes” and Eleven says “well, sort of.”

Dustin blinks and plops down onto the picnic table, staring down at the others.

“Okay let’s go one at a time here.”

-

“Well we think she’s been going out with Steve since the summer!” Max and El are clearly flustered, Dustin’s waving his arms around, and Will has buried his head in his hands.

“Okay but I saw the two of them holding hands last night during the movie!”

“And I saw Eddie coming out of Steve’s room this morning! And she was already downstairs.”

“Maybe he thought it was the bathroom.”

“Dude he lives here, he knows where the bathroom is.”

“So you’re telling me Steve’s cheating? With his roommates? He’s not that stupid you guys.”

“What other explanation is there!”

“You could have been wrong about them from the beginning! Nobody ever said they were dating. Maybe it’s been Steve and Eddie this whole time!”

“Could they all be dating? Is that… allowed?” El asked, clearly at her wits end.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed.” Dustin insists

“It’s allowed! It’s just… a little weird I guess. Not weird! But not common?” Max says, squinting her eyes like she’s trying to figure out a math problem.

Just then, Eddie lopes out of the house towards them and the kids fall silent.

“C’mon! Everyone has to pitch in to set up for tomorrow.”

“Ugh, why do we have to do it now if it’s for tomorrow?” 

“Because then we don’t have to do it tomorrow genius.”

-

By 4 o’clock, the buffet tables are laid out with labeled dishes, one for each side, provided by Mrs Henderson. The silverware, plates, and cups, are all piled up on the side of the kitchen counter to be taken out to the tables the next day. Steve’s got the kids prepping veggies and doing dishes like an extremely chaotic restaurant. Joyce and Hopper turned up around 2 and helped wrangle the kids into being productive, and now they were wrapped in a blanket on the porch swing.

-

The leftover pizza has been demolished, so you journey into town a little before 6 to pick up Chinese food.

-

Tonight’s movie is Rocky Horror Picture show, which you’re a little nervous is going to weird the kids out, and you love that movie and don’t want to sour it, so you volunteer to go with Steve to Mrs. Henderson’s to pick up the rest of the food. When you slip out, Dr. Frankenfurter has appeared to sing “Sweet Transvestite” and the group is watching with rapt attention.  

-

When you guys get back, Meatloaf is bursting down the wall and nobody seems to be scarred for life. In fact, they’re all watching happily, laughing at Eddie who is singing along loudly to all the songs. Joyce and Hopper left while you were out, and you realize it’s almost time to tell the kids. 

Then the movie ends.

-

“Hey, guys… can we talk to you about something real quick?” 

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and the pit drops out of your stomach. You feel the least connected to the kids sometimes. Steve’s been around the longest, and the boys hero worship Eddie. You love them all fiercely, and have had plenty of your own bonding moments with them. But deep down you know you’re not on the same level. Nancy and Jonathon and related to the group. You, Robin, and Argyle feel more tertiary, sometimes. What if they get really weirded out? What if it all goes wrong eventually and nobody takes your side?

Eddie runs his hand up your back, squeezing at your shoulder. 

-

You notice Max, Will, El, and Dustin all elbowing each other in what they imagine is a subtle gesture. You wonder what the boys know.

“So, this isn’t a big deal, nobody is in trouble. we just want to tell you guys about something important.” Steve starts, and Eddie winces a little when Mike blurts out “is this a sex talk? I already have parents, please don’t do this to me.”

“Jesus, wheeler. No, it’s not a sex talk.”

“Not technically” Eddie jokes, and you feel blush rising in your face. 

“We’re um, we’ve all been, uh, y’know.” Steve clears his throat and continues. “The three of us. We’re… together. We’re dating, I mean. Each other.”

Silence hangs in the air as Mike and Lucas’ jaws drop.

“But? Isn’t that kind of gay? For you and Eddie I mean” Mikes words are out of his mouth before he seems to realize he’s talking, and Nancy leans over and swats him on the back of the head.

Eddie laughs “Yeah, Wheeler. I guess it’s kind of gay. Is that an issue?”

“It’s allowed.” El states gravely. “Max told me it was allowed!” She continues when Mike whips his head to stare at her.

“It’s not an issue. I dunno why I even said that man.” Mike looks sheepish. “Sorry!” He blurts out when Nancy starts to lean over again.

“We thought Steve was cheating on you. This makes way more sense.” Max says, shrugging.

-

The weight off your shoulders is insane. Nobody cared. The kids had all started eating second helpings of chinese food and arguing over what movie to watch next. 

-

“Hey does this mean yours and Eddie’s beds are free?” Mike asks, even though he and Nancy will be going home to sleep.

“NO!”

You make a mental note to lock the doors. Seriously you don’t need any teen pregnancies starting here.

-

“What should we do with your rooms?” Steve murmurs, as the three of you trade slow kisses in bed.

Eddie’s running a hand up one of your thighs, the other hand trailing up Steve’s leg.

“Corroded coffin rehearsal space?” He suggests, prettily fluttering his eyelashes.

“That’s a no, Ed.”

-

You get up to pee around 3, tiptoeing downstairs to make sure Dustin and Max are sleeping soundly in their sleeping bags. Will and El are upstairs with Jon and Argyle, and Lucas and Mike will be back tomorrow afternoon. 

-

Steve leaves bed at 5:30, padding downstairs to start cooking the turkey. 

-

Eddie wakes you up with a shake, about an hour later  “c’mon, baby. Let’s go help Stevie.”

-

The kitchen is a whirl of activity for the first few hours of the day.

Everyone switches in and out, helping Steve and Mrs Henderson while catching glimpses of the parade on TV. 

-

Once things calm down, the older group of you “go for a walk” and get pleasantly blazed.

-

Joyce and Hopper turn up while you’re gone, and Hop eyes you and Argyle with suspicion before shrugging and opening a beer.

-

Thanksgiving dinner goes off without a hitch. All the food was delicious, thanks in large part to Mrs. Henderson’s efforts. The conversation flowed, focusing mostly on the kids' school, and hearing about Emerson. Jon and Argyle were attending community college, but neither had too much to say on the subject. 

-

Once everyone trickles in from their family dinners, the desserts get laid on the buffet tables, and everyone circles around the table again.

“I’m thankful to have my whole family here with me.” Joyce states, gripping Hopper's hand.

“I’m thankful to be back.” Is Hopper’s gruff contribution.

“I’m thankful to be in Hawkins with everyone.” Eleven says, smiling.

“I’m thankful for everyone who makes this house a home.” Steve adds.

“I’m thankful to still be here.” Max says, with a bittersweet note in her voice.

“I’m thankful you’re still here.” Is Lucas’ immediate response.

“I’m thankful I get to DM next semester.” Mike sticks his tongue out at Dustin, who is rounding the end of his current campaign for hellfire. 

“Well I’m thankful I’ve been DMing this whole semester!!” Dustin retorts, making a weird face back at Mike.

“I’m thankful for this merry band of adventurers.” Eddie says, surprisingly sappy. 

“I’m thankful for Purple Palm Tree Delight.” drawls Argyle, much to Hopper’s chagrin.

“I’m thankful for all of you.” Says Will.

“Me too!” You pipe up, feeling awkward.

“I’m thankful Dusty has such lovely friends” is Mrs Henderson’s contribution.

Nancy is thankful for “Thorough study guides.”

Robin and Vickie are thankful for each other (awww) 

And it rounds out with a heartfelt “I’m thankful for this family.” From Jonathan. 

-

Eventually, Joyce, Hopper, and Mrs. Henderson make their way out. Everyone else is staying over tonight to make the most of their remaining time with the Cali crew.

-

Tonight’s movie is another horror movie, the second Nightmare on Elm Street.

-

You don’t play close attention, but it still manages to freak you out. Eddie reaches over and kneads your neck with his fingers, reassuring. 

-

The next morning, Steve and Eddie take over the kitchen first thing and make enough pancakes to feed a small army. It’s the last full day with everyone, so the plan is to spend it here at the house, playing card games and board games, maybe tossing a ball around the yard. Everyone just wants to be together as long as possible. 

Dustin busts out the monopoly board after breakfast. The game lasts til lunch, Max wins of course. 

You dutifully trudge to the kitchen with Nancy to make everyone sandwiches from the leftovers.

-

After lunch, everyone lays on the grass and stares up at the blue sky.

Eventually, Will starts pointing out clouds that look like shapes. 

Everyone starts joining in, and you spend a solid hour like this

-

By the time the sun starts to set, a game of Capture the Flag is in full swing. Eddie and Steve are on opposite teams and seemed to take great pleasure in tackling each other constantly. 

You haven’t played the game much, but you really don’t remember much tackling in previous games.

-

Eddie and Nancy’s team emerges as the winner, having captured the flag from Mike and Steve’s team, who were almost pouting.

-

It’s leftovers for dinner, almost like a second, smaller thanksgiving. Eating atop sleeping bags in the living room.

-

Instead of a movie, Eddie prepped a one-shot campaign.

You, Max, Robin, Nancy, Jonathon, and Argyle happily sat on the sidelines, lounging around the living room while the present members Hellfire Club + Will run a hilarious encounter against some bullywugs in a swamp.

-

Bedtime is bittersweet. In the morning, Eddie will be loading the Cali crew and Nancy into the van. Steve and Robin are going to run the rest of the kids home and then clock into Family Video.

-

The Byers’ flight is leaving midday on Saturday, so they need to leave for the airport by 7am. Nancy’s is a little later, but she insisted she didn’t mind waiting, this way she didn’t have to sit in the car with her dad again. 

Everyone exchanges tearful goodbyes, and before you know it, the house is empty again.

-

Eddie gets back a bit before lunch. The two of you sit in contented silence at the kitchen counter, kicking your feet together as you dive into the last of Mrs Henderson’s leftovers.

-

When Steve and Robin get home, the house is mostly cleared of evidence of the holiday. 

You and Eddie had broken down the folding tables and rearranged the picnic tables. The living room had been wiped down and vacuumed, and the kitchen had been given a once over.

“We figured since you two hotties were bringing home the bacon we’d be good little housewives today.” Jokes Eddie, twirling around the clean first floor, arms out wide.

“Gag, you know I’d prefer a French Maid.”

“I’ll be sure to let Vickie know you said that. 

“Jesus, Eddie, you wouldn’t do that to me, your friend, your fellow queer!”

“Yeah, yeah”

“Thanks guys.” Steve looks wistfully around. “That was a fun week.”

-

Sunday night, Robin goes to stay at Vickie’s. Her parents are out of town and they’re excited to have the house to themselves.

You make a mental note to take the boys to Chicago for a weekend after Christmas so Robin and Vickie can have more time alone.

-

You, Steve, and Eddie have something planned for tonight, though. You’ve been waiting for a night when Robin would be out, or at least out late. 

When Robin mentions she’ll be out of the house, you’d choke on your water, realizing the implication. 

It’s not like you guys don’t have sex when she’s home, but sometimes you like to save something new or particularly exciting for when you have the house to yourselves.

-

You, Eddie and Steve have been sleeping together for three months. You also all live together, and have been through hell together. 

One thing you haven’t done though, is fuck them. Together, that is.

There have been many nights when you’ve had them both, of course. And there have been nights where Steve has fucked you while Eddie fucks him. 

But lately the three of you have been tossing the topic around.

After you got home from Halloween, you figured the next time you had the house to yourselves it would be a go, but it hadn’t happened until now.

-

You step out of the shower, and use the nice body lotion Steve insists on stocking up on.

Then you pull on an old WASP shirt of Eddie’s and a pair of Steve’s basketball shorts- there’s really no point in dressing up today.

-

Steve drops Robin off at Vickie’s and picks up groceries on the way home.

The energy is charged as the three of you put the food away, brushing against each other in the kitchen.

Every time eyes meet, heat pools behind them. You bend into the fridge to stash eggs, milk, and lunch meat. Eddie’s ringed fingers grip your ass and he gives it a shake. You yelp, and shoot him a charged look over your shoulder. His smirk meets your gaze.

-

An hour later, you’re all upstairs, and Eddie’s shirt is coming up over your shoulders, Steve throws it to the corner of the room.

Your heart is racing with anticipation. The prospect of having them both was exhilarating.

-

You remember what it was like, that first time on the dock outside.

You weren’t nervous, exactly. But you’d been so incredibly surprised it was happening you could barely believe it. 

Now you could believe it, but it felt a little bit like the first time again. The thought of something so new and forgein to share all at once was thrilling. 

Eddie is sucking a bruise into the skin under your collarbone. Steve’s kissing the inside of your knee. Your breath is gasping.

-

Your hand is wrapped, pumping around Eddie’s hard cock as Steve laps at your pussy indulgently. His nose nudges against your clit, dragging you slowly down towards the edge of bliss. He pushes your legs up, gripping the flesh of your thighs.

Eddie lets out a rasping groan and gently tugs your hand away 

“I don’t want to cum like this, baby.”

He pulls his rings off and throws them in the dish on the nightstand, rifling around for lube and condoms in the drawer.

Then he’s snaking a hand under the leg Steve’s got propped up, and he’s pressing a finger into the tight circle of your ass. 

Steve’s taken you this way too, but tonight it’ll be Eddie. That’s what you’d all decided last time you talked about it.

With them both between your legs, your entire body starts to fill with heat. Slowly, deliciously, that heat draws away from every corner of you until it’s all pooled at your core. Steve curls his fingers inside of you, licking your clit as Eddie works a second finger into you. 

The dam breaks and your orgasm washes over you. Sweat glistens on your skin as you cry out “Fuck, fuck, please, god I’m cumming.”

Eddie bites at the junction of your shoulder as you are worked through, and it causes your body to spasm around them.

Steve licks a hot stripe up your stomach before you’re able to fully relax from your peak. Capturing one of your breasts in his mouth, he lets his teeth run against your nipple. Whimpering, you thread a hand into his hair. He’s running his fingernails up and down your leg, the muscles quivering in response. 

All the while, Eddie works your ass open as he is sucking at your neck, biting down occasionally to elicit a wanton response from you.

Steve’s rigid length bobs against your hip, and you reach down to work it in your hands. He growls desperately against your ear and presses up into your grip. 

Eddie lets his hand slip out of you, slowly, gently. You groan with the loss of sensation, feeling hollowed out.

Steve stills his hips from rutting up into your fist and pulls back. He lounges against the pillows and props his hands up behind his head, a heated smile curling over his handsome face. “C’mere” he says after a minute, leaning forward as he tugs you up onto his chest. 

Your legs splay open across his lap, knees pulled up around his hips, chests pressed together.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie palms his cock as he eyes Steve’s hard length at your exposed center. “We’re gonna make this so good, princess. I promise.”

You draw him down to kiss him, and as you do, Steve’s lining himself up against your pussy and dragging the head of his cock firmly against your clit.

Gasping, you’re rocked back down against Steve’s chest, fingers curling into the expanse of his chest hair.

He rubs against you a few more times before finally lining himself up and driving his cock up into you. A noise escapes your throat as he fills you, eyes falling down to meet his. He rolls his hips into you, brushing the length of his cock against your g-spot as he does. A wavering moan is drawn from Steve’s lips as Eddie reaches down between the two of you and grips Steve’s balls, rubbing a knuckle against the base of his cock. Steve’s pace increases a bit, and Eddie’s knee drops between Steve’s legs. 

-

Eddie’s gazing down at the pair of you with lust-clouded eyes. He’s down on one knee, other leg bent. His cock, slick with lube, presses against the tight pucker of your ass.

Steve works his hand between your bodies and firmly circles your clit, working it with abandon as Eddie’s hands press into your back as his cock slowly pushes into you.

Slowly, it happens. Steve fucks up into you, hand pressed to your clit. Eddie drives forward, even slower. The pressure increases as he pushes forward at a snails pace. And then, like it was no time at all, they’re both fully seated. You’ve got them both. 

Everyone is out of breath, Steve’s chest rising and falling rapidly underneath you, Eddie’s breathing behind you sounds erratic, and you are panting around these men like you’ve run a mile.

After a minute or so of getting adjusted to the feeling of being stuffed so full like this, you grind your hips down against them. Slowly, Eddie draws himself back, dipping forward and sliding back again. Steve takes your hair into his free hand and exposes your neck to his mouth. As he starts moving beneath you, he mouths against you, scraping his teeth against your throat.

They’re both holding back, and you’re so desperate to come again you’re squirming.

“You okay, beautiful?”

“Yesssss” you hiss out “please don’t stop, please, please.”

“She’s begging, Steve. Think I should pick up the pace a little?”

Steve grins up over your shoulder at Eddie, picking up his own pace. Eddie joins him in his effort and shifts his weight forward, leaning himself that much more against you.

With Steve and Eddie fucking into you, there’s no doubt you’ll be cresting soon. You feel so full, and a little depraved. As Eddie’s long fingers find their way to your clit, you bark out a laugh. 

The boys let out ragged chuckles as they draw their hips back and forth, driving you closer to the edge.

You can feel them in every inch of you, it seems. It’s amazing to be fully possessed like this, a desperately hot combination of every amazing sensation the three of you have experienced together. Utterly ruined, you think. How could you possibly live without this now that you’ve had it?

You bring your hands up to Steve’s face, kissing him hotly as you let out a whine of pleasure.

Steve’s fucking you hard now, and the combination of Eddie’s hand on your clit and the drag of Eddie’s cock in your ass has you so close. Eddie’s whispering filth under his breath, and Steve groans that this feels too good. 

The wiry curls of Steve’s chest hair drag against your nipples with every thrust. Your legs are quivering around his hips as Eddie finally starts fucking into you with desperation.

“I’m so close, I’m so close” you breathe “feels so good to have you both like this. Please, pleaaase.” You dissolve into a whine as the sounds of skin slapping against skin increases.

You almost can’t believe it feels so good, you’d been a little apprehensive. But it feels amazing to be filled like this, getting fucked like you’ve never been fucked in your life. 

“Let’s do this again” you pant, as the heat in your body starts to draw away from your limbs again.

“Baby, we’re not even done yet.” Eddie brings his hand around your throat and lets it tighten, enhancing every sensation to a bright burn.

Your body is shaking from head to toe as you shudder with your orgasm. It feels like it was wrenched from you with every drag of their hips. You come so hard, getting fucked through it, and then Eddie’s groaning behind you and filling the condom. He presses his hips tighter against your ass, like he can fuse your skin together and join you forever. Steve is thrusting frantically now, and Eddie reaches down and cups his balls, sending him over the edge. As you all collapse into a post - coital heap, Steve  shakes his head and says “too bad we can’t go jump in the lake tonight.”

“Mmmmm that would be nice, but it’ll be way too cold.”

“We should get a hot tub.” Is Eddie’s hopeful suggestion. “I always wanted a hot tub growing up. Seemed like the height of luxury.”

“You know what, babe? I’ll put in a good word with Santa ” Steve ruffles Eddie’s hair, and you let yourself slide off the bed so you can run and take a quick shower. 

-

When you return, you slide back into your comfortable, borrowed clothes. 

“Mmmm, you know I love when you wear our clothes.” Steve’s gaze is heavy lidded, Eddie curled up next to him, head resting on Steve’s chest.

You crawl onto the bed and mirror Eddie’s position. Steve buries a hand in each of your hair, and you and Eddie join hands across Steve’s torso.

You’ve all been through hell together, but at least you’ve found this piece of heaven in each other.

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It’s December first, and Eddie is scrambling up a ladder onto the roof of the porch. Behind him trails a string of (white) Christmas lights. 

The colorful ones still remind everyone of Will going missing all those years ago. 

Shimmying along the roofline, Eddie secures the lights to hooks that the Harringtons had already installed. 

“Alright babe, how’s it look?”

“Looks great!”

Carefully, Eddie makes his way back to the ladder and down. It’s midday, so the effect isn’t complete. 

“Okay, I’m gonna go run to Family Video with Steve and Robin’s lunch. Need anything while I’m out?” Eddie slaps his palms against his jeans, wiping off the years worth of dust that had littered the Christmas lights. 

“Why don’t you pick up some wine, we can class it up for a change.”

Eddie salutes and throws himself into his van, peeling off towards town.

Smiling, you stare up at the lights again, satisfied. Then you’re grabbing the end of a string of garland and wrapping it around the porch pillars.

-

By the time Eddie gets back, you’ve got the whole front door area decked out. Complete with garland, wreath, and a sweet wooden snowman you’d found in the attic with the rest of the Christmas decorations. Steve’s grandparents had really cute decorations, all vintage and classy. 

Over thanksgiving, Steve had been reminiscing about Christmases held here when he was just a little nugget. The way his face had lit up with happy memories was addicting. Talking about how Christmas hadn’t been the same since his grandmother passed away when he was 10 and his parents started taking him to tropical islands for the holidays, rather than hanging out at the lake with his grandfather. 

As soon as he’d gone to work, you and Eddie had raced up to the attic loft to see if any of the decor was still up there. After opening the crawl space and peering in, you’d struck gold. At the back had been a few boxes of ornaments, Knick knacks, and the lights. That’s where the plan had begun. The plan to give Steve a magical Christmas at the cabin. 

Over the last few days of November, the two of you started smuggling the decorations downstairs, and smuggling new stuff into the house. You guys wanted to get as much done as possible while Steve was working his shift at the video store today, so that when he got home the house would be all lit up and cozy. Then the magic could last all month.

-

“I took your wine idea and ran with it a little. I’m gonna make dinner for everyone tonight, yeah?”

“Ooooo chef Munson what’s on the menu!”

“Lower your expectations, fair maiden, I’m just going to make pasta and garlic bread.”

“Oh yum, that sounds perfect.”

-

A little after five, you and Eddie meet on the porch for a smoke, and to wait for Steve to get home with Robin and Vickie.

As you trade a joint back and forth, Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a sickeningly sweet kiss, tenderly brushing his lips against yours, tasting of smoke and red sauce. 

-

When Steve pulls in, the Christmas lights reflect off the hood of the beemer. He gets out of the car slowly, mouth slightly open. 

“You guys… did this?” He gestures to the house, porch and first floor windows covered in lights. The snowman by the door. A wreath of red and green ribbon hangs on the door, and there’s even a plastic bouquet of mistletoe hanging above it.

Robin and Vickie stumble out of the car sharing twin “wowwww”’s. The better you get to know Vickie, the more you like her. She’s been coming around more often lately and you love to see how happy she makes Robin. Plus, it’s hard not to like her! She is so similar to Robin - opposites did NOT attract in that relationship. 

“Yeah we did, bud.” Eddie comes to rests his hand on Steve’s shoulder, pulling him in against his chest. Steve melts into the embrace, eyes meeting yours over Eddie’s shoulder.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“And there’s more!” Eddie dislodges himself from Steve and bows gallantly, gesturing towards the front door.

-

“Eddie did you… cook ?” 

“Hey, I cook!” Eddie huffs defensively 

You’re all gathered around the kitchen table, complete with lit candles and heavily poured glasses of wine.

Eddie had made a simple spaghetti dish with meat sauce and garlic bread. It was delicious. 

The four of you chatter around the table, Vickie regaling you with a story from her day working as a waitress. 

The house feels warm and full, even with just the five of you. 

-

A week later, you and Steve are jostled awake when Eddie leaps onto the bed and stamps his feet wildly. His hair is wet from the shower, and he leans down and shakes his head near your faces. 

“What kind of alarm clock is this, Munson?” Steve’s rumble comes as he slowly rubs his eyes. 

“The best kind. Now get up, big boy! We’re going to get a Christmas tree.”

-

Eddie steers Steve’s car across town, blaring Dio’s Holy Diver album and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

Steve’s giddy with anticipation, bouncing his leg and turning around to smile at you in the backseat. 

Robin’s next to you, flipping absently through a zine she’d picked up on your last visit to Indianapolis. 

Rainbow in the dark starts playing, and Eddie’s crooning along. 

You catch Steve tapping his fingers to the song on the back of his seat. His arm is splayed across, occasionally twirling Eddie’s hair. 

Finally, Eddie pulls the car into park at Hawkins’ sole Christmas tree farm where you could cut your own tree down. 

-

A grizzled old man with a cropped white beard points you in the direction of the tallest trees. The living room in the cabin is open to the second floor and the loft, so Robin and Steve had insisted you needed “at least eight feet!”

The grass is still crunchy with frost as you wind through the trees, breath visible. You have to walk through two fields to get to the large trees, and down a hill. 

“We’re going to have a hell of a time getting this giant tree of yours up this hill later.” You point out, half joking. The four of you will manage fine, surely. And honestly if Steve wants the biggest tree on the farm, he’ll get it. It’s not like any of you would deny the guy. Not if it meant his face would light up, and he would rock up and down on the soles of his feet in his excitement, hair bouncing despite Farrah’s best efforts.

“I’m sure they’ll come drag it with a snowmobile if you ladies turn on the charm.” Steve smiles, gesturing at you and Robin. “Last time I turned on the charm we got thrown out of a mental hospital.” Robin responds, wryly.

“Who needs a snowmobile when you’ve got guns like this?” Eddie cries, sweeping a lanky arm up into a bicep curl, squeezing it dramatically with the other hand. 

-

As predicted, when Steve and Robin finally pick a tree, it’s got to be one of the tallest Christmas trees you’ve ever seen - outside of like, pictures of Rockefeller Center and the one they put in Starcourt before it burned down. It’s not very fat, but it’s full, densely packed with branches of deep green needles.

Steve and Eddie take turns sawing away at the base until finally they shout “Timber!” and the tree crashes down across the ground. 

The boys heave the trunk of the tree up, splitting the weight. All you and Robin are tasked with is steadying it and following way behind, keeping the top of the tree from dragging along the ground too much. You manage to get it up to the top of the field, where an employee with a snowmobile stops you, and says he’ll meet you up top with it in a few minutes.

-

The farm stand is quaint, stuffed to the brim with handmade ornaments, fresh wreaths, garlands, and other miscellaneous Christmas items. 

Robin’s flitting around the store, gathering trinkets in her arms and finally unloading at the register.

The teenage girl working the counter raises her eyebrow and pops her gum. 

“These! Please! And we got a tree. One of the suuuuper tall ones.” Robin enthuses.

-

On the way home, you stop and pick up Max, Dustin, and Mike. Vickie is on her way over with lunch, and she’s picking up Lucas and Erica. The kids eyes look like saucers as they take in the size of the tree strapped to the Beemer.

The Byers are still in California, but when they come home to Hawkins this time, they’ll be staying. They’re in the process of closing on a house. Jonathan and Argyle are transferring to the local community college in January. There are even talks of Jon and Argyle taking over yours and Eddie’s rooms. 

-

Thankfully, Steve had thought to grab a heavy duty stainless steel tree stand when you were at the farm.

Because this tree is a doozy. It stands proud and tall in the living room, cresting near the second floor railing.

The kids are impressed, and aren’t even too cool to show it. Immediately Dustin is working out the most efficient way to get lights on it, and the rest of the kids are showing off the random, hand me down ornaments they’d begged off their parents.

-

By the time the sun sets (at 4pm, ugh) the tree is decorated. It’s mostly lights, the ornaments spread lightly out over the length of the tree. Eddie nudges you, cocking his head towards Steve. You follow his eyes, and realize Steve is standing off to the side, staring at all the kids crowded into the living room playing Crazy Eights. His face is lit by the lights on the tree, all golden and glowing. In the shine of the lights you can just see the tears gathering in Steve’s eyes. 

The peace that washes over you is wonderful. You know those are happy tears. He loves when the house is full of people and laughter. Steve’s childhood had been so similar to yours and Eddie’s - shitty parents are shitty parents, regardless of tax bracket. But he never showed it, except in this deep desire for domesticity. Eddie wore his pain like a costume, you’d wielded yours as a weapon for years. But Steve made good out of his pain. He took care of everyone, and all you and Eddie wanted to do was take care of him.

-

Steve runs the kids home a little later, and you take the opportunity to call California.

You make small talk with Joyce about the house they’re closing on next week before she passes you to Jonathan.

“Hey man, you get the package?” Earlier in the week, you’d mailed a box full of (tightly sealed) film negatives. When you and Eddie had asked the kids for hand me down ornaments, you’d also had them each pose for a picture. Then you’d gotten one of each of you, and Robin. Jonathon already had plenty of pictures of Nancy, and he was going to get pictures of Will, himself, El, and Argyle. Your grand plan was to have him develop the pictures and bring them home next week. Then you’re going to put them in an album for Steve for Christmas.

“Yea! It arrived yesterday, I’ve got everything processing now.”

“Awesome! I can’t thank you enough, Byers.”

“No problem. You getting that room cleared out for me?”

“You bet! Can’t wait to have you and Argyle here, man.”

“We’re excited too.”

“Thanks again - see ya next week!”

“Later gater.”

-

The following Thursday, a scant week before Christmas, you and the boys met the Byers clan at Joyce & Hopper’s new pad. It was a cute ranch over on West Marshfeld Ave, not too far from the Sinclairs. 

They had packed their life in California back into a Uhaul and returned to Hawkins. Hopper’s “death” had been hand-waved away by the Sheriff's department. Something about an undercover sting. He wasn’t going to be Sheriff, but he was going back to work. Joyce was keeping her work from home gig, and rumor had it they were thinking of getting hitched in the new year.

Now you were all carrying stacks of boxes inside the three bedroom house, divvying up Will and El’s belongings. Whenever you came across a box of Jon or Argyle’s, it got deposited into Eddie’s van. Argyle’s was technically Surfer Boy Pizza property, so he had left it in Cali, along with Jonathon’s never-fixed car.

With the U-Haul empty, Hopper drove off to return it with Joyce following behind. 

-

Eddie pulls in the driveway as the sun is starting to lower in the sky. 

“Moving in December sucks, man. I didn’t know it was gonna be this cold in Indiana…” Argyle shivers dramatically as he unloads the first of his boxes from the van. 

“Just be happy it isn’t snowing, brochacho!” Comes Eddie’s easy reply. “Then we’d really be in for it.”

Jonathon claps his hand on Steve’s shoulder before Steve can reach in the van to grab a box. “Listen, I just wanted to say thanks. Mom and Hop couldn’t really afford a bigger place and I really didn’t want to leave Argyle in Cali. I wanted to come back to Hawkins. If it wasn’t for you offering up the uh… unoccupied rooms… it would have been so much more complicated.” 

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for, Byers. You either, Argyle. We have the space. Might as well use it. We’re glad to have you.”

Having done your fair share of box heaving at the Byers, you drop into a chair on the porch and start rolling a blunt. Eddie raises an eyebrow. “You done, princess?”

You innocently lick the length of the blunt to seal it as you raise your eyes through your lashes to meet his golden brown ones. “There’s no way I’m hauling boxes up the stairs when there’s this much brawn to go around.” You quip, gesturing to the three other men in the driveway. “I’ll roll up a few more though, is that acceptable, my good sir?” Eddie smirks, shifts the box he’s carrying, and leans down to kiss you.

-

It’s a bit of an adjustment, adding Argyle and Jonathan to the house. Jonathan is an early riser, meeting you in the mornings for coffee before the sun even rises. You’ve always valued your alone time in the mornings, but Jonathon is easy company. Happy to sit in silence with you as the coffee drips, and even happier to split a few bong hits with you.

Argyle takes hella long showers, what with all that hair, but otherwise he’s a fairly innocuous roommate. Hasn’t so much as looked at dishes in the sink, and you’re not sure he could run a vacuum, but the man can cook. The rest of you will happily clean up after him if it means he’ll keep making lunch and dinner for everyone. 

-

The Monday before Christmas, you’re tasked with distracting Eddie after work while his Christmas gift is delivered. It’s up to Steve, Argyle, and Jon to figure out how to hide the damn thing until Thursday. 

You’re not confident Eddie is going to miss a hot tub appearing in the backyard, but you’ll do your part.

-

Since the new mall being built on the ashes of Starcourt hasn’t opened yet, you convince Eddie you just have to go to the mall two towns over to finish your Christmas shopping. He begrudgingly agrees to accompany you, so the two of you pile into your sedan after work. You give Eddie control of the stereo, so WASP’s album The Last Command plays as you navigate the mall parking lot.

Between the kids and the adults, there were too many of you to get gifts for everyone, so you are doing a Secret Santa gift exchange instead. And the roommates were going to exchange gifts as well. For the exchange, You’d gotten Max’s name, and Eddie had Will. Steve had pulled Joyce’s name but he’d already gotten her a really nice sweater. The kids are easy enough to shop for- Max would get some new wheels for her skateboard, and Eddie was going to get Will some supplemental DnD books.

The first stop is the bookstore. Eddie makes a beeline to the DnD books and startings tapping along the spines. He picks up a few books, The Dungeoneers Survival Guide, and the Wilderness Survival Guide. You see him feather his hands along a couple prewritten adventures and then decide against it.

You find a cookbook based on local flora that you think Argyle would like and follow Eddie dutifully to the register.

-

The skate shop is quick, you get a set of electric purple wheels, and a set of new orange ones for Max’s board, along with some grip tape, and some sweatbands in the same electric purple as the wheels.

Too quick, you realize when you check your watch. The delivery window is 3-5, and it was only 4. Sure it’ll take half an hour to get home, but you were aiming for 6:30 just to be safe. 

To kill some time, you drag Eddie to Orange Julius and you share a shake. 

Eddie’s fidgety. You’re drinking this orange Julius as slowly as you can and it’s still only 4:15.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here. It’s so crowded I can’t stand it.” 

Fair enough. You take hold of Eddie’s hand as you make your way out to the car. 

-

It’s 4:20 when you get in the car, which means you spark up a joint from your purse and keep Eddie distracted for an extra ten minutes. 

“I’m… hungry?” You grimace as you realize it came out like a question. 

“You sure about that?”

Gulp. How are you gonna keep him busy? It’s too early for dinner anyway. 

“Honestly, no. But…” you make a decision. “Let’s go to the quarry, I have an idea.”

“Your car, your rules babe.”

-

It’s a little after five by the time you get to the quarry. Perfect. 

You park the car but leave it running for the heat. 

Eddie quirks an eyebrow at you.

“So…” he says, voice low and questioning. “What’s your idea?”

“Oh! Right. I just didn’t want to do this in the mall parking lot.”

“Do wh-“ his words stop abruptly as you wiggle your work shirt up and over your head. 

For all her faults, your mom had been a big bra burning hippie back in the 60’s and she’d raised you with that same sentiment.

So when you finish wringing your hair free of the shirt, Eddie’s eyes glaze over as he stares at your now-bare chest. 

“Ya, it’s been a while since I’ve had… car sex. Seemed like an opportune moment.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining!” Eddie calls over his shoulder as he folds himself into the back seat. “But you remember I have a whole ass van right?”

“Mmm… not the same. That’s van sex. Totally different.” You launch yourself into the back, pressing the bare length of your torso against Eddie’s work shirt. “More comfortable, sure, but way less nostalgic. Don’t you feel like a teenager again?”

”No? I had the van as a teenager.”

“Ugh, shut up and kiss me already.”

Eddie obliges, leaning you down over the seat and capturing your mouth in a sensuous kiss. Eddie’s hand runs up your side, trailing heat in its wake. He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and you let out a groan. Then he’s sucking your tender lip into his mouth and soothes it with his tongue. Then he’s breaking away, his 5 o'clock shadow just barely scraping the skin along your jaw as he presses his lips to your ear. His teeth scrape along the shell and you shudder. “Fuck, Eddie.” You breathe, pushing up against him, twisting your face away so he has easier access to your throat.

Pushing your hair back, Eddie nuzzs at your neck, scraping his teeth along the length of it. He settles into a sensitive spot just below your ear and presses a featherlight kiss to it. Then it’s all sucking and biting and licking until you’re begging him for “more, please, please, fuck” when he brings his hand to your chest and rolls your nipple between two nimble fingers. 

The shift in positions opens a sliver of space between your torsos and you take the opportunity to slide your hands up to grasp Eddie’s ridiculous handcuff belt buckle. You wrench the belt through the cuffs and flick open the button underneath. You can feel every inch of his hard length through the thick denim of his jeans. You tease him for a moment, grasping him through his pants and working your palm down his clothed erection. The noise he makes against your neck is obscene and you think if it was your alarm clock you’d never wake up grumpy again. 

“Do that again” you demand, pulling his zipper down. He repeats the move he’d just made on your neck and you huff out a laugh - “no, make that fucking noise again.” You work your hand into the tight crotch of his jeans and boxers, wrapping your hand around his rigid cock. 

He does, in fact, make that noise again. 

-

The windows are completely steamed up, you’re sandwiched between the two front seats as Eddie watches himself drag in and almost all the way out of you from his position in the backseat. He’d already wrenched one orgasm out of you with his hand down your pants as you’d writhed against him. You were coming up close on another one, and could feel him closing in as well. 

He curls a hand tightly into your hair, and you let a whimper of pleasure escape.

It’s an awkward angle but Eddie’s making excellent use of it. The hand that isn’t in your hair grips your thigh with his rings, warm from touching you. He’s pressing hard enough to bruise and you hope it does. Hope you have marks to bring home to Steve, so he can press his hands into them. Steve loves to mark you and Eddie, loves seeing you leave marks on each other. He’s constantly sucking a bruise into someone’s collarbone, obsessed with leaving evidence. You’ve caught him pressing a thumb against his own hickies and bruises, when he’s thinking about one of you. You know you’ve got a big hickey on your neck from Eddie’s earlier ministrations. 

Eddie’s pace stutters, and his hand slips from your hip to your clit. “C’mon, baby. Let go, let me have it.”

Groaning, legs shaking, heat coils deep within you. Eddie’s thrusts are erratic now, he’s muttering “so close, close” under his breath as he desperately tries to hold out for you. 

“Please, baby, c’mon” he’s begging you now, and you’re so close. So close, it just takes three more drags of his cock before you’re shuddering around him, throbbing as he pulses into a condom.

You drop a sweaty forehead down on your arm as he withdraws. Eddie kissed up your back and then slips out of the car to ditch the evidence. You pull your shirt back on and glance a the clock - 5:45. 

-

You pull into the driveway at precisely six thirty, no sign of the day's special delivery anywhere. Perfect. It’s pitch dark anyway, so if you guys can just keep Eddie out of the backyard for the next couple days he won’t suspect a thing. 

Vickie’s over for dinner again, her car parked behind Eddie’s van. Inside, you find Argyle has made… stuffed eggplant. It’s super delicious, if unexpected.  That cookbook was definitely the right choice. 

Robin and Vickie vanish after dinner, so you and the boys pass a bong around for a while and watch a log burn in the fireplace. 

Eventually, Jonathan gets up to go call Nance, and Argyle takes the opportunity to nab his bean bag chair and starts flipping channels Steve moves to the kitchen to wash up, and you curl further into Eddie’s lap on the couch. 

-

You’re woken up a while later when Steve gathers you up off Eddie’s lap and into his arms. The TV is off and Argyle's gone. Eddie stirs in his sleep, head lolling back onto the cushion. Steve nudges him with his foot, but Eddie just lets out a soft snore. You laugh, and Steve looks down at you fondly. “switch,” you whisper, wriggling out of Steve’s grasp. 

Steve gingerly lifts Eddie “Jesus, I need to get back in the gym” he mutters, shifting Eddie’s sleeping form a bit higher. 

You start to make your way up the stairs, Steve breathing heavily behind you. Eddie starts awake halfway up the steps and yelps indignantly about being carried around. Steve would have been more than happy to deposit him right there, but then Eddie makes the grave error of saying “didn’t know you had it in ya, Harrington.” And Steve is gritting his teeth and barreling up the stairs, a now laughing Eddie in tow.

He half drops him in the hallway and then unceremoniously flings Eddie onto the bed as soon as he crosses into the bedroom.

Eddie lands with a thwump and a sharp exhale of breath. 

“I see you two were busy earlier…” Steve says, a hand coming to rest at the base of your neck. You flush, remembering your hickey. 

“Jealous?” Eddie quips from his spot on the bed.

“Always, baby. Always.” Steve reaches into his dresser drawer and throws an old t-shirt at Eddie, who swaps his work shirt for Steve’s and shimmies his jeans off and pushes them onto the floor. 

You pull on a nightgown and crawl into bed behind a shirtless Steve, who's got his arms wrapped around Eddie, face pressed into the curls of his hair. Sidling up behind him, you drop an arm over Steve’s waist, and quickly slip back to sleep. 

-

The second time you get woken up that night, you sleepily turn over and crack open your eyes. It’s dark, but the sight that awaits you is mouthwatering. Steve and Eddie must have gotten up to no good after you fell asleep, because Steve’s laying on his back, arms up behind his head as Eddie half sits against Steve’s bent legs, half leans over Steve’s broad chest to grip the headboard with one hand. In the other hand, he has a grip on both their straining erections. 

They look so hot pressed together you can’t help but groan. Their wide eyes snap to you in unison, and Eddie moves his hand up and down their combined lengths slowly, teasingly. 

“Morning?” Your voice is raspy with sleep

“Only technically.” Eddie sounds wrecked, like Steve had been teasing him for a while before now. 

“Mmmm.”

You lean down and spit into Eddie’s hand, earning a whine from the back of Steve’s throat. Then you’re pulling one of Steve’s nipples between your teeth, rolling over it with your tongue. He removes one of his hands from behind his head and makes a sharp movement, bringing his hand firmly down onto your ass in a slap. Eddie’s hand is still working them, slowly. 

Sliding down the bed, you settle between Steve’s legs. Eddie twists back to look at you, curious, and you push him back down, rubbing your hand up the length of his spines. Steve’s strong arm comes up to grip Eddie’s ass. 

You press a kiss to the soft skin of Eddie’s hip, above where Steve’s got a hold on him. and then to base of his spine, and he’s got goosebumps running up his back.

And then you do something you’ve never actually done before. But you know how good it feels, so fuck it. You dive in and tongue at the pucker of Eddie’s ass. 

“ Shit shit shit oh my god” and other expletives tumble out of his mouth. You reach down and between them to fondle Steve’s heavy sac, teasing his perineum. 

Between your efforts and Eddie’s long, pulling fingers, both Steve and Eddie are quickly brought to a feverish finish, cum coating Steve’s stomach and chest. 

Eddie scrambles to the en-suite to get a washcloth, and you smirk down at Steve, who hasn’t yet caught his breath. 

Eddie returns, tenderly carding the washcloth through Steve’s curly, dense chest hair, wiping away the sticky evidence of their encounter.

Steve’s fingers trail up your inner thigh, tickling lightly as he reaches higher. 

“ Fuck ” he breathes as he spreads your lips  “She’s so wet, Eds.” 

Eddie brings his hand over to you, testing. The feeling of both their fingers searching you, spreading you, teasing you, is enough to tumble a whimper from your mouth.

“You liked that, baby? Seeing us like that?” Eddie questions

“It was a way better way to wake up than getting sp-“ someone slips two fingers into you, crooked and searching for your g-spot. “Splashed and jumped on like this morning.”

The other hand at your center thumbs at your clit. Laying back, you lay your arm over your eyes as pleasure washes over you. 

Steve rolls over onto his side, body pressed firmly against yours. His hand is the one working your clit, you discover, when Eddie withdraws his hand to shift positions. Coming over to your other side, he lays against you, mirroring Steve. 

Eddie slowly brings his hand up your trembling thigh to return his fingers to your hot, pulsing center. 

You can feel his breath and Steve’s on the skin of your hips and it’s enough to drive you wild.

Steve works your clit diligently as Eddie pumps his long fingers in and out of you, curled to hit that spongey flesh that made your legs tense and your toes curl .

Then Steve’s snaking his other hand up, meeting Eddie’s. There’s a little resistance at first, but you’re so wet that Steve is able to sink two fingers into you as well.

The stretch burns deliciously, your legs quaking with every stroke of their fingers inside you, every brush of Steve’s thumb on your clit. And then you hear Steve growl as he notices the light, fingertip bruises Eddie had left on your hip that afternoon. Steve’s biting and nipping at the darkened flesh, his pressure on your clit increasing.

You won’t last, you realize suddenly. Not with four fingers and a thumb working you in tandem. 

Eddie pushes you over the edge, in that magical way of his, by sinking his teeth into your thigh meat as Steve nips at your hip. The combined sensations are so much too much almost and you’re cumming with a shout. They work you through it, elongating your pleasure until you have to beg them to stop. Eddie presses his slick fingers into Steve’s mouth, who returns the favor. Their cheeks hollow as they suck your juices off each other’s hands and goddamnit if you aren’t madly in love with them. 

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Christmas Eve, everyone’s working. Well - Jonathan and Argyle haven’t found jobs yet but they’re going over to the Byers to help with Joyce’s Christmas preparations. 

You wake early, as usual, and meet Jonathan in the kitchen. It’s easy enough, sharing your morning ritual with him. He’s about as unobtrusive as they get. You start brewing coffee as he packs a bowl. 

“Get the photo album all set for Steve?”

You gesture towards the Christmas tree, “yeah it’s all wrapped up. Seriously thanks for your help again.”

“It was no big deal.”

“What’d you end up getting for Argyle?”

“Oh man, a new bong. He’s going to lose it!”

“Nice. Speaking of percolators, here’s your coffee.”

“Thanks. I think I uh, found a job. Tape World needs someone, turns out. I start Friday.”

“Sweet! Now you can beef up our cassette collection.”

-

The bowling alley is empty. There’s no leagues this week, so you just have a couple old timers and teenagers coming in. 

Christmas Eve isn’t exactly a popular day, not like the day after Christmas, when you’re sure you’ll be swamped. Honestly you’re lucky Charlene is closing at 2, so you and Eddie can get home and chill out. Steve and Robin have to work till 5 - no half day at Family Video. 

Eddie isn’t even pretending to stay in the kitchen today, sitting next to you at the register, chain smoking. 

“Excited for tomorrow?” You ask, a little shy. For all the talk about Steve’s childhood Christmases, you don’t really know how Eddie feels about the holiday. 

“I guess. The whole… holiday thing. I’ve never had much to look forward to before. Wayne usually works a shift, for the double time, ya know?”

“Yeah. Yeah I get that. My parents always picked up catering gigs. You know they’ve worked for Steve’s parents before?”

“No shit?” Eddie stamps his cigarette out, and starts fiddling with the cup of pencils at the desk. 

“Yeah. Can you believe that? We’re real social climbers here, Munson.”

“Gold diggers, even. Or maybe we’re dragging him down to our level.”

“Cheers to that.”

-

Eventually, when the lanes were dark and the fryers were cold, you and Eddie went around and took down all the Christmas decorations, replacing them with a bunch of cheesy New Years 1987 stuff. Charlene really likes the place to be festive. She even had you hang shit for Arbor Day. 

If you guys kissed every time Eddie lifted you up to get something down, there was nobody there to see it.

-

For Christmas Eve dinner, Argyle whipped up some extremely festive Hawaiian Pizzas. 

“Argyle, man, how is this ‘extremely festive?’” Jonathan asks when Argyle brings out the pies 

“Uh, hello, they’re circles. Like an ornament?? What’s more festive than a fucking ornament my dude?”

“You know, he raises a fair point! And look. If you move some of the ham over it looks like a hook!” Robin is pawing at the pizzas now, rearranging the ham slices to her liking.

-

The Fireplace is lit, stockings hung with care, festive music wafting softly through the air. Robin’s on the phone with Vickie, cord twirling in her hands, and behind her in the kitchen John and Argyle are baking magic brownies. Steve’s sitting on the couch, hand running through Eddie’s hair, who is stretched over both of you, his socked feet crossed in your lap.

Eddie’s reading aloud from The Fellowship of the Ring. He’d explained he read it every year on Christmas Eve, and Steve had asked him to share the tradition. 

As Eddie and Tolkien wove a tale of wonder, you find yourself lost in the story. Eddie treats reading out loud with the same passion as he has for DMing. Each character has a distinct voice, and his hands are moving, adding punctuation and emphasis. 

Eventually, magic brownies are served. Robin has claimed a bean bag, and Jon and Argyle are melting into their respective armchairs.

At one point, Eddie kicks you in the arm as his legs flail to balance a particularly wide arm gesture. You nearly spill your wine and playfully shove his feet off your lap, curling your legs up onto the seat and tuck your feet up under your butt. 

As the fellowship reaches the cave outside the Mines of Moria, Eddie closes the book with a flourish.  “Alright children. If we don’t go to bed, Santa won’t come.”

“Will you read more tomorrow?” Steve’s never read The Lord of the Rings trilogy before, and is clearly enraptured with the epic tale. 

“Absolutely, Stevie.”

“Alright then… Merry Christmas guys. See you tomorrow.”

-

It snows, because if Steve Harrington deserves one thing, it’s snow on Christmas morning. 

You creep downstairs, a little earlier than usual, and double check all the presents are organized under the tree. 

In the kitchen, you’re checking the cinnamon rolls you prepped last night, nibbling on a magic brownie to hold you over til breakfast. Hey. It’s a holiday after all. 

Around 6, Jonathon slides into the kitchen and grabs a mug of coffee. Argyle isn’t far behind him, claiming he was too excited to sleep.

By 7:30, you, Jon, and Argyle are heavily baked, lazing on the couch in front of the fire Jonathan had built. Steve comes down the stairs, laughing at the sight of the three of you melted into the furniture before the sun is even up. 

“Merry Christmas Stevie!!” Argyle is up off the couch in a flash, hugging Steve tight.

You and Jonathan join the hug, and suddenly Robin’s barreling down the stairs to join in. 

Eddie appears, sleepy-eyed, at the top of the stairs. When he sees the epic group hug in progress, he slides down the bannister and crashes into everyone . Like the madman he is.

Knocked asunder like bowling pins, you all laugh breathlessly on the living room floor. The oven dings, and then you’re getting pulled up, Eddie dragging you back to the kitchen. “Food beep! Need food!” 

“Yesss need food! All hail the oven beep!” Robin calls out as she disentangles herself from argyle’s long limbs.

The cinnamon buns are doughy, pillowy perfection. Heat rises off the tray, spreading the smell throughout the house. 

Eddie tears one off the tray, shoving it into his mouth. “Hot hot hot!!” He breathes around his mouthful of food, desperately sucking in air in an attempt to cool it down.

Despite the scene, Robin followed suit. “Shit! So hot!”

“I told you they were hot!” Scolds Eddie, finally having swallowed his bite. 

“So glad to have these children with us at all times.” Jon stage whispers, passing out plates. Laughing, you refill the coffee pot. You all crowd around the kitchen counter, eating the tray of buns and swigging coffee. The kids aren’t coming til after lunch, so you have the morning to chill out.

Eddie resumes Fellowship of the Ring once everyone has eaten their fill of cinnamon buns. The six of you travel all the way to Lothlorien before your own band of hobbits appears at the door.

Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Erica are dropped off by Mrs. Henderson (along with a tray of lasagna and a Yule Log) and Nancy arrives with Mike, El, and Will shortly after. 

Naturally, the kids are wild. They’re all gushing about gifts they had received that morning, and tripping over themselves to deposit their Secret Santa gifts under the tree.

Dustin demands hot cocoa, so you find yourself in the kitchen, quickly washing coffee mugs from that morning as milk heats on the stove. Steve slides in behind you at the sink, mouth pressing against your hair. 

“I can’t wait to give you your present, baby.”

“Is that a sex joke?”

“No, but it could be if you want it to be.”

You turn in place, puckering your lips and making an obnoxious kissy noise, which Steve quickly silences with his mouth against yours. 

“Mmmm, hot.” Eddie’s leaning over the counter, shaking the can of whipped cream you’d taken out. He sprays some into his mouth, and Steve groans “Now that’s a sex joke.”

“Hey lovebirds! Stop fornicating and bring me chocolate!” Dustin calls from the other room 

“Don’t say FORNICATING!” Eddie and Steve shout in unison as you snort, dumping chocolate powder into the hot milk and whisking furiously. 

-

The secret Santa enchanted is chaos. Nobody wants to take turns, so finally Nancy counts down from five and everyone rips into their gift.

Max loves her new skateboarding accessories, and Will dives directly into his books. Overall, the kids are crazy excited. Erica has gotten some Wonder Woman comics from Max, Will gave Robin a book about historical female figures, Eddie gets a new pair of earrings from Lucas, Mike has a wooden box with a note from Hopper that he seems to be eyeing with some suspicion. Robin gave El a massive package of scrunchies for her growing hair. Vickie and Jonathon got each other, and have traded a Cindi Lauper tape for a Clash tape. Joyce sent a new basketball and sweatbands for Lucas. Steve's sweater for Joyce and Mike somehow (stole, probably) got a Cuban cigar from his Dad’s collection to send back to Hopper. El gives Steve a Polaroid camera that was definitely over the budget set, and he sends an uneasy glance towards Jonathan, who waves it off. 

By the time it’s finished, there’s wrapping paper fucking everywhere. Steve’s got his hands on his hips, cajoling everyone to throw their paper out. When his eyes meet yours, you cock and eyebrow towards the backyard and he shakes his head subtly. Not time for Eddie’s present, then.

After a particularly heated game of Uno, which Max wins, Steve puts Mrs. Henderson’s lasagna in the oven. 

-

Everyone crowds around the dining table as Steve doles out heaping slices of pasta. Jon’s circling behind him with salad, and Robin is literally throwing pieces of garlic bread onto people's plates, making Vickie laugh uproariously.

Even the kids get a half a glass of wine - special occasion - Steve had said when you stared at him absolutely aghast as he poured a little into Dustin’s glass.

-

After dinner, you and Nancy drive the kids home before heading back to the cabin.

When you get back, you sit in the driveway for a minute, soaking in the view. The lights you and Eddie hung shine proudly out into the night, the first floor lights mingling with them - affording you a clear view into the house. Eddie is dancing with Robin, while Jon, Argyle, and Steve dance in a circle beside them. 

Nancy raps on your window, startling you out of your reverie.

“They can’t have all the fun! Let’s go.”

-

The roommates (plus Nancy and Vickie) settle in to exhange gifts.

“I’m glad we waiting til the kids were gone to do this,” Jonanthon says as he pulls a tall package from under the tree “here you go buddy.” He says as he passes it to argyle. 

Everyone starts passing out gifts, and your eyes fall on Eddie. He’s got gifts from everyone, but not from you or Steve. He meets your eyes a little confused, slightly crestfallen, but you wink at him and he brightens.

Steve opens your gift first, and his eyes are welling up with tears before he even cracks the cover open.

All the pictures of the kids are in there, and the roommates, plus a few special of you and Eddie, tucked into the back. You’d borrowed Nancy’s Polaroid to take those, not wanting to burden Jonathon with that particular job.

“Thank you. Seriously.”

Bashful, you look down at the present in your lap. It’s from Eddie and Steve, and you open the small box to find a beautiful gold locket on a chain inside. You flip the clasp open and both of them stare up at you, matching pairs of brown eyes within either side of the frame.

You look up and find both of them staring at you intently, you smile and Eddie shuffles over. He pushes your hair over your shoulder and pulls the necklace closed behind you, pressing a soft kiss to your neck as he releases it, heavy and comforting against your skin.

“It’s beautiful.”

“C’mon- Eddie it’s time for your present.” Steve stands, slapping his hands against his thighs. Everyone else scurries up the stairs to change into swimwear, while you and Steve corralle Eddie onto the back patio.

There, right up against the house, is a six person hot tub. One of the fancier new spa models - not one of those old fashioned wooden types.

Eddie’s jaw drops “are- are you serious?? THE HEIGHT OF LUXURY?? Can we go in now? Is it ready? Holy shit. Holy shit a HOT Tub! What is my life!!”

“Yes it’s ready - go get changed.”

-

Eight people in a six person hot tub isn’t exactly comfortable, but once you’re all crammed in, legs overlapping, Nancy on Jon’s lap, you on Steve’s, and Vickie on Robin’s, it’s totally worth it. The cold air mixes with the heat of the water and steam erupts into the night air. 

A couple blunts are passed around as everyone makes quiet conversation as you stare up at the stars.

“Merry Christmas you guys.” Steve says. “This has been the best Christmas, seriously. Thank you.”

“Steve - thank YOU. You changed our lives with this house, you know that right?” Robins earnest face meets Steve’s watery gaze. 

“Stop, I’ll cry again.”

“Yeah, and we know how his tears turn you on, Buckley.”

“GROSS!” She and Vickie shout in unison.

-

After a while, you find yourselves back in front of the fireplace, wrapped in comfy clothes. Everyone is half asleep before Eddie douses the fire, and ushers everyone up to bed. 

-

The cool metal of your locket burns against your hot skin as you’re taken apart. 

Steve’s mouthing the flesh where your ass meets your thigh, Eddie’s fingers wound in your hair, pulling tight. 

“Should we give it to her, Stevie?”

Steve’s breath is hot against your leg when he pants out a yes and pulls back. 

You’re left on the bed, bare save for your jewelry. Eddie kneels above you, hefting a length of rope between his hands. 

Your mouth waters. You’ve used the handcuffs a few times now, but rope is new. You let Eddie arrange your limbs as he knots the green rope around you. “Festive” you murmur as he loops your ankles together. 

“Mmmm. Gotta keep you quiet tonight, baby, everyone is home.” Whispers Steve, returning to the bed with one of Eddie’s black handkerchiefs in his hand. He presses your mouth open with his thumb, letting you suck it into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. Then he’s tying the handkerchief around your head, catching it between your teeth. 

Eddie wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing one hand and then the other behind you, tying in above the knot by your ankles. 

And there you are, knees knocked apart, feet and hands bound together, forcing an arch into your back. You wiggle in your bindings, testing them, and find them secure. If you could smile around the bandana in your mouth, you would. 

Eddie and Steve are undressing each other slowly in front of the bed. A pop of a button, the release of a belt buckle, and Steve drops to his knees, pulling Eddie’s boxers down as he goes. Eddie’s half-hard, which Steve quickly rectifies, taking Eddie’s length deep into his mouth. You watch, pussy aching, as Eddie cards his hands through Steve’s hair, tugging firmly. 

A moan escapes the corners of Steve’s mouth, and you whimper in response.

“Quiet, both of you.” Is Eddie’s hoarse command. “Or did we forget there are two other couples here AND Argyle?” 

Steve manages to look sheepish with a dick in his mouth, and you swallow against the bandana.

Eddie tugs his shirt up over his head, running his free hand up and down his torso absently as Steve worked at his waist. Eddie slams his mouth shut at one point, choking off a noise, and Steve pulls off with an audible pop. 

You’re quivering with anticipation- ready for whatever it is they want to give you. 

-

Steve’s laying flat, hands behind his head, watching as Eddie pulls you up against his chest, one hand looped around your neck, the other splayed across your chest. With your back crushed against him, you can feel his erection tight against your ass. He rolls his hips and punches your nipple, causing you to gasp behind the handkerchief. 

“C’mere” Steve’s reaching for you, and Eddie nods, helping you knee shuffle over to Steve. “Sit on my face.”

You can’t possibly get your leg up over Steve’s head tied the way you are, and Eddie takes pity on you. He turns you, lifting you easily and settling your tied ankles behind Steve’s head. Your knees splay before his shoulders, and you have no choice but to sit heavily down on Steve’s face to avoid tipping over. 

He groans underneath you, the heat of his breath whispering against your folds. His chin tilts up slightly and he’s parting you with his tongue, tracing lightly around your entrance.you can feel it throughout your body, every lick and nibble radiating from your clit to your nipples, and drowning out all the noise in your head. Lapping at you, he brings a hand up to trace the edge of your clit. You shudder around him, back arched hard as you rest your tied hands on your feet for balance. 

Suddenly, Steve brings both hands up to lift you slightly as he peers down the length of his torso. “Fuuuuuuuck.” He croons against you, bringing you back down. 

You look down as well, and see Eddie has crawled between Steve's legs and is licking him open. His hand pumping slowly over Steve’s leaking cock. It’s utterly cannibalistic, you think, as your tongue presses against the handkerchief, now sodden with spit. Eddie licks a stripe up Steve’s dick, and then pulls away from Steve and pours lube onto his fingers. Steve’s groan vibrates against you, ricocheting through your heated body as Eddie breaches the rim of his ass. He works two fingers in, crooked to seek out the sensitive spot that will get Steve begging to be filled. 

Steve eats you out with a fervor, swirling his tongue into you, sucking at your clit desperately. He’s got his hands around your waist, bracing you above him, pressing bruises into your skin. It feels delicious, every hair on your body is electrified, and the rope digging into your wrists and ankles only adds to the sensation as you crest, an orgasm washing over you as Steve cries out underneath you as Eddie works against his prostate with his fingers. You’re floating, head in the clouds as your chest heaves with effort. “Oh my god,” you breathe, “that felt so good, you make me feel so good.”

Steve whimpers as you tip to the side, leaving his face slick against the cold air of the room. Licking his lips, he looks down his body to where Eddie is slowly tormenting him. He whines again as Eddie pulls away, crawling up the bed to release you from your bindings. The sting of the air against your chafed skin brings you back down into your body, but the sight of Steve’s wrecked face is enough to get your pussy clenching around nothing, ready for more. 

Once freed, Eddie pulls you back down the bed, and situates you over Steve’s red, straining, length. You come down as he pushes up into you and his hot, hard cock stretches and fills you.

Eddie’s rolling a condom down his own dick, lining up with Steve’s ass, and he teases the tip along Steve’s heavy balls. He lets out a groan, and presses into Steve. 

Eddie’s got one hand on Steve’s waist, one hand in your hair. Steve’s hands are twisted in the sheets, balancing him as he slowly fucks up into you as Eddie fills him. Filth streams from both their mouths as you, still gagged, let out moan after moan.

“St eve baby you’re so tight, I’m not gonna last.” Eddie grunts out, rolling his hips against Steve’s rising ones.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck, you feel so good, you both feel so good. I can’t, please, fuck, f uck. ”

You’ve got your hands braced on Steve’s chest, and you roll a taut nipple between two fingers. He cries out, clenching down around Eddie who shudders, pulling your hair tight as you both writhe against Steve as he rides out his orgasm. Eddie keeps rolling his hips up into Steve, eyes screwed shut as he drags his hand up from Steve’s waist to your clit. With Steve’s pulsing cock still filling you, it doesn’t take much work before you’re shuddering down around him, legs scrabbling for purchase. Eddie cums hard, collapsing against your back as he grinds against Steve’s ass.

-

Eddie is rubbing lotion on your ankles when, panting, Steve slaps Eddie on the ass as he curls a possessive arm around your hip. “I know what I want for Valentine’s Day.” He announces, chest heaving.

“And what’s that, Harrington? A big ol’ teddy bear?” Eddie murmurs out of the corner of his mouth. 

“I want a mirror over this bed.”