Get Loose

Steve’s hanging out with Eddie, sharing a joint and a giant bag of bugles while some comedy he is not really paying attention to plays on the television. It is nice until it is not because Eddie keeps squirming. He has been doing it for a while, hands reaching under his shirt, rucking it up on his belly as he scratches? Rubs? Steve is not sure. Steve has been politely ignoring it until now when Eddie nearly knocks the bugles off the couch and makes it impossible to ignore anymore.

“Alright what the hell is going on with you?” Steve asks as he catches the bag of bugles and sets them on the coffee table instead. He grabs the joint as he leans back, a few more puffs and it is toast. Steve takes two long drags and holds it out toward Eddie. 

“My scars are all tight and itchy. Don’t yours ever get that way?” Eddie still has one hand scratching at his skin, rucking up his shirt enough that his belly button is on display as he takes what is left of the joint. His fingertips heat as they burn. He gets two puffs off the roach before he gives up and puts it out of its misery in the ashtray.

“Yeah, I have something for that actually.” Steve announces finally letting the smoke billow out of his mouth as he twits and leans over the edge of the couch digging in the bag he brought.

Eddie stares, cheeks puffed out like a hamster as the smoke tries coming back up and he refuses to let it out yet. He reaches out, almost touching Steve’s ass, the tight khakis he showed up in pulled taunt making his cheeks look delectable. He pulls his hand back just shy as he shifts back, coughing as he finally lets the smoke out when Steve turns back around holding a jar.

“Are you alright?” Steve asks with a raised eyebrow as Eddie keeps hacking, beating at his own chest. “Jesus you sound like it’s your first time smoking, pathetic.” He teases as he gently rubs a hand over Eddie’s back trying to offer comfort. 

“Fuck you.” Eddie wheezes between coughs flipping Steve off as he grabs the water bottle on the floor next to the couch. It helps, eases his cough enough that it starts fizzling out and the burn recedes a little and then a little more as he takes another gulp. 

"Seriously though, are you alright?" Steve asks slowly, pulling his hand back and peering at Eddie with big concerned eyes.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Eddie huffs, disappointed that Steve pulls back so soon but already getting distracted by the way the skin around his scars is too tight and itchy. “What have you got there big boy?” Eddie has a hand sliding under his shirt again scratching at where his skin shifts from one texture to another.

Steve barely registers the question once again distracted by the pale tattooed flesh revealed. Steve blinks as Eddie snaps his fingers in front of his face. "Earth to Harrington, are you still with me?"

“Knock it off man.” Steve’s face squishes up as he slaps Eddie’s hand away from his face and he just laughs as he pulls it back. “Argyle gave me this stuff when I went by to check on everyone at the cabin. It’s to help with my scars. I mentioned they were bugging me a few days ago.” Steve holds the container up, it is generic, a metal tin he assumes held spices or weed at some point, the remnants of a label peeled streaking the middle. 

“No shit? Give me.” Eddie snatches the tin from Steve, their finger brushing softly. Normally he would do such a thing with deliberate intention but his scars are tight and aching, the itch of them still healing deeper driving him to distraction. 

Eddie pops the lid and tosses it toward the table. It hits the edge with a low metallic clang before hitting the carpet. Steve gives an exasperated sigh as he leans down to pick it up, sliding it back on the table as Eddie strips his shirt and tosses it carelessly away.

Eddie has the tin balanced on his knee, it smells a little like weed but that could be them and something spicy but cool. He scoops out a generous amount and smooths it over his scars, he got lucky, they only got him deep in the stomach area so it is easy to apply. He can feel it start to work instantly, tingling and cooling as the itch slowly fades away. “Are we sure Argyle isn’t a witch because this shit is magical.”

“That good huh?” Steve has not had a chance to try it yet, coming straight here after his visit to the cabin. He dips his own fingers into the salve and smoothes it over the slightly less severe scars around his neck. Robin keeps telling him it looks like he is wearing a choker, tells him it looks cool, he is pretty sure she is just saying that so he will stop frowning at it in the mirror. "Oh that is good." Steve mutters, dipping his fingers in for more as he rucks his shirt up.

Eddie does not miss the chance to ogle as he finishes rubbing the salve into his own scars. He has not seen Steve shirtless since they escaped the upside down the first time. There is no real excuse outside of swimming to take a look and Steve has gotten squeamish about bodies of water. Eddie is not sure if that is because twice a gate has opened in one or because of the scars, probably a little of both. Eddie admires from behind the hair he pulls over his face. Steve looks good, the new scars and the little extra layer of fat doing nothing to diminish his good looks.

Steve is going to have to really thank Argyle next time he sees him, not just the half assed thank you he gave when he slapped the tin in his hand. The smell is a little much, tickling his nose but he will gladly bear it for the relief from the ache and the itch. It works just as well on the worse ones on his stomach soothing the lingering aching pain as well as the itch. The problem is with that pain fading there it highlights the previously masked pain in the scars on his back that are not as severe but are really noticeable now.

Eddie watches Steve give up on his shirt all together, shucks it off and tosses it on the table. He has not actually seen Steve back since the upside down, had not realized how bad the wounds had been until he sees the evidence. Not as bad as either of their stomachs but the drag across the bottom of the lake had not been an easy one.

Steve dips his fingers back into the salve, reaching back with awkward determination. He swears he used to be able to get the whole of his shoulders but the tightness that resides in them now never seems to leave and he has stopped trying until now. He can get some of them but he cannot seem to get all of the aching spots, biting the tip of his tongue as he strains his muscles trying.

Eddie watches Steve struggle until he cannot help giggling at Steve's frustrated face and muttered curses after a few failed minutes of trying. He snatches the tin up and holds it away when Steve tries to get some more, having slathered it over pretty much every part of his back except where he needs it most. "You're going to waste it all at this rate, let me help."

Steve pauses, arms wrapped around himself, elbows sticking out around his ears. He has to bite down on the instant denial. It is habit, he has never needed help with sunscreen or lotion or even scratching between his shoulder blades in the past but he clearly does now, no angle is giving him the relief he seeks. He drops his arms with a defeated sigh as he turns away from Eddie.

Eddie takes it as the acceptance it is, awkwardly scooting in a little closer with his lip caught between his teeth. His shin is pressed against Steve’s ass as he gets his hands on him, dragging his fingers over tense muscles and taunt scars. It is on the second pass, another glob of salve smoothing into Steve’s skin that Eddie really digs his fingers in when he feels a knot. Eyes going wide at the half pained half please noise Steve lets out, his cock half hard as he keeps digging in, dragging out more of those half and half noises. “You’re really fucking tense.”

Steve flushes with a shrug, panting and groaning as Eddie keeps digging at a knot in his shoulder. Understatement of the century, Steve is not sure he has untensed since he went to the Byers house to apologize and walked into an inter dimensional fight instead. He is more than a little embarrassed by the frankly desperate disappointed noise that rips out of him when Eddie pulls his hands back, ten times more mortifying than the way his simple touch has liquid heat pool in his belly. 

Eddie does not mention the noise, treads carefully as if he might spook Steve and scare him off, setting the salve back on the table with the lid secured. “Come on big boy, I’ll give you a real backrub. It feels like you could really use one.” Eddie maybe has his own selfish motivations for the offer. He just wants to touch more, wants to drag out more of those lovely noises. His spank bank will be full for weeks on those alone.

Steve could argue, in fact he probably should, he is already at risk for chubbing up in his khakis, something that he so far has managed to stubbornly resist. The temptation is too much though and it would be nice to not hold all these knots in his shoulders. Almost as nice as simply being touched, no one has touched him like this in a long time now. Even his countless dates before this last upside down opening had not touched him so nicely, leaving that sort of thing up to him.

“Come on bedroom, let's go.” Despite the reasons why he should not, Steve finds himself stumbling after Eddie. “Get changed, it'll be more comfortable.” Eddie says as he tosses a pair of sweats at Steve and they smack him in the face as he enters the room. 

Steve changes quickly as Eddie digs through the closet for something before his eyes land on the stained mattress and he cannot help frowning in disgust. "Take this the wrong way, your mattress is disgusting and I don't want my bare skin touching that."

Eddie rolls his eyes as his hand finally lands on the quilt he was looking for that has been buried in the back of the closet since they moved to this new trailer. No need for the heavy thing when winter is not here. He pulls it out and flicks his wrists as he turns, unfolding it mid air before it lays over the whole of his mattress hiding it from sight. "That better you royal priss?" Eddie asks, barely offended, the mattress is older than he is, he knows it is gross looking. 

"Marginally." Steve sniffs, laughing as Eddie pushes him closer to the bed.

"Shut up and get on the bed before I change my mind." Eddie pushes him all the way down, Steve ending up on his stomach. He lays there stratified out until Eddie starts moving him around, pressing his thighs together as he climbs over them, setting himself just under Steve’s ass.

Steve tries not to focus too much on the weight over his thighs, the heat seeping between their thin sweats. It is easy when Eddie’s hands find him again, more than distracting on their own, slicked up as they smooth over his back. “You have massage oil?” He asks more than a little surprised.

“Sure.” No, it is lube but it will work just as well, plenty slick enough to make the glide of his hands over Steve’s skin pleasant. Eddie smooths the slick shiny substance all over Steve’s back from the curve of his shoulders all the way down to the low edge of the waist band on his borrowed sweats, thumbs dipping into his Venus dimples a little more than necessary. It is not his fault, he cannot resist dragging another breathy little gasp out of Steve before he pushes his hands up again, thumbs moving over the knobs of his spine, as he goes for those tense shoulders. 

Steve is melting, it barely takes a few skillful digs into a particularly knotted muscle, the pain and pleasure of it being worked over bleeding together and making him loose. He cannot get his mouth to close as long fingers kneed, all he can do is moan and groan, foot occasionally kicking out when it is particularly tender. Steve never knew a massage could make his dick throb, could have it heavy and hard leaking between his belly and the mattress, trapped in his sweats. He has gotten backrubs before half assed couple of minute things but nothing that has undone him like this.

Eddie works from one shoulder over to the other, careful and through as he works out each knot, nearly being unseated when Steve bucks. It sounds like pleasure but Eddie thinks it must be pain for such a reaction, riding it out before using his weight to pin Steve back down. “Easy big boy.” Eddie mutters, knees tight against Steve’s hips as he digs into that same spot, dick tenting his sweats as he pulls yet another desperate noise. 

Steve makes more noises, cheeks permanently stained, mouth half open and drooling, making soft pliant noises as those hands keep working lower thumbs trailing under his shoulder blades finding a new knot and dragging another noise of pleasure pain from him. He gets lost in it. The tension bleeding out of him leaving loose liquid heat in its place until Eddie’s hands dip even low thumbs at his Venus dimples again, edge of his palms just pressing ever so slightly down against the waistband of Steve’s sweats.

Eddie’s cock aches, a patch of pre staining the fabric dark, encouraged by all the lovely soft noises Steve makes and his own horny mind to ask. “You’re all loose now big boy. Do you want to try something that will help you relax further?” Fingers digging into Steve’s Venus dimples dragging another breathy little moan out of him that just makes Eddie’s cock kick.

“Sure.” Steve mutters, unsure of what he is agreeing too. He has been more than pleased by what Eddie has done for him so far and as long as those hands keep touching him well he is pretty sure he is on board for whatever he has in mind. 

Eddie drags his palms lower, pushing Steve’s sweats down over the curve of his ass, fingers digging in kneading the softer muscles here. “Is this alright?” He asks with more than a little distraction as he keeps kneading the soft globes, the dusting of hair covering them going darker from the second helping of lube Eddie reapplied half way through.

Steve swallows the spit that has been pooling in the hollow of his cheek. He nearly chokes on it as another moan rips through him as those fingers dig into his ass harder. 

Words are failing him but luckily Eddie is paying enough attention to catch his nod. He licks over his lips, one hand leaving Steve to push his own sweats down under his balls. Eddie’s cock springing free and catches against his belly before slapping down against Steve’s ass, shocking a gasp out of him. “How about this, is this okay?” Both of his hands find Steve’s ass again as his cock drags between his crack, dribbling pre against the small of his back.

Steve chokes a little on that spit again, shocked by the weight of the cock resting between his cheeks. Eddie’s fingers dig in harder as he gives an experimental rock and Steve is lost for words still. He should have something to say other than the plea to keep touching him that wants to slip from his mouth. He settles on a nod if only to save himself from begging.

Eddie pushes his hands back up, going back to massaging Steve’s back as he rolls his hips with a muttered “Good boy.” He leans down, hair cascading across Steve’s back as he drops a stray kiss. Steve makes this pretty helpless noise, breaking into a moan as Eddie’s hands find a tender spot he missed earlier. Working it until he is all pliant and loose as he keeps fucking his crack.

Steve’s cock is incredibly hard but it is not important, it is more of a distant need. He knows it is there, knows he wants to cum, needs to cum but he just cannot bring himself to do anything about it. He is to pleasantly lax, enjoying the way Eddie’s hands keep kneading him from the tops of his shoulders down to his ass cheeks, the way his thick cock keeps them split as it fucks between them, sticky pre pooling where it slides into his dimples. 

Eddie fucking Steve’s crack, the slick slide made slicker by the globs of pre and the drool leaking from his own mouth. He cannot seem to get it closed, dumbstruck by the fact that Steve Harrington former King of Hawkins High is letting him do this, is moaning so pretty and pliant beneath him. He never would have even thought they would be friends but they have been friends for a while now and this is blowing way past that territory. It is boggling, he is not going to last much longer, especially not with the way his cock keeps catching against Steve’s rim and it clenches like it is trying to catch him.

Steve moans, into the soggy blanket under his cheek, his own spit keeping it damp and sticking as Eddie’s cock head rubs against his rim again. It should not feel so good, he should not want it so badly and yet he does. He wants all Eddie has already given him and more. For the first time in what seems like ages Steve moves. It is a tiny movement, just hips shifting at the right time and suddenly his rim is being stretched as Eddie’s cock head is pushing inside. He is so loose there is no pain, just pressure before a sudden new fullness and he is not the only one moaning this time. 

Eddie’s eyes go wide as he pushes forward and suddenly the tip of his cock is engulfed in tight heat. They both moan as he goes still breathing heavily, wanting to check that Steve is okay. Before he can get the words out his head is falling forward on a groan as Steve clenches around him, with his own desperate moans muffled into the blankets. Eddie cannot help it, cannot stop it as his own orgasm rips through him and suddenly his vision is blacking as he fills Steve up.

Steve has just started cumming when wet heat is suddenly filling him up as Eddie moans over him, hips shifting like he cannot help himself. It spurs his orgasm on, has him cumming harder than before soiling his borrowed sweats as he ruts down against the mattress and into the cock still just barely breaching him. 

They are both panting hard as they come down from their orgasms, cum, lube, and sweat sticking them together. Eddie shifts, both groaning as his softening cock head slips free and he goes still again to stare down between their bodies at his cum leaking out of Steve’s slightly puffy hole. He cannot help staring a little, lost in it, cheeks flushing because he did that. hHoly shit he came in King Steve!

“Fuck I’m sorry.” Eddie mutters, barely feeling it but he did not ask, feels like he took liberties even if it was not intentional and they both had a hand in it. Still he cannot help feeling a little smug too, fingers dragging across Steve’s pink ass cheek to catch some cum sliding down his taint, barely resisting pushing it back in. Biting his lips so hard he is tasting copper. 

Steve’s nose scrunches up at the apology, annoyed “I’m not.” He mutters, throwing an elbow back at the tickle against his ass cheek. Eddie rolls off of him and he uses the space to roll over and face him

“What?” Eddie’s voice goes a little high with the word. Sure he must have misheard or misunderstood Steve right?

Steve sucks his teeth, a little annoyed to have to spell it out. “We should do that again sometime.” He says reaching out and smoothing Eddie’s sweaty curls from his face. Steve has always rolled really well with new things, even if the really crazy things he wants to fuss about first. This is not that crazy, no fussing necessary.

Eddie’s heart feels like it is trying to beat right out of his chest, he should probably get up and roll another joint to get it to calm the fuck down but he is not sure it would be a match for the hope palpitations Steve is giving him. “The massage or the crack fucking?”

Steve rolls his eyes with a snort. “Either, both… preferably both.”

Steve’s annoyance grows until Eddie’s arms slink around him dragging them together. “Fuck yeah, both works for me.” 

“You’re going to have to get a new mattress though.” Maybe a little fussing, Steve just cannot help himself, he has to draw a line somewhere.

“Then buy me a new one you priss.” Eddie shakes his head, he has been needing a new one for as long as he can remember he just did not have a reason to seriously consider speeding the money on it until now.

“Maybe I fucking will.” Eddie laughs his mouth finding Steve’s. The two of them make out in their mess until their dicks are hard again and that lube gets used for its intended purpose with intention this time. 

- The End