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Jonathan and Eddie’s thing honestly has no reason to exist. It mostly just came about as the two freaks hovered around each other. Both were alone as their lovers were more into each other than them. They found that they enjoyed each other’s company, smoking weed and swapping music.
It’s a casual relationship used for a good time more than anything. It was only natural for it to evolve. It started as kisses and make-outs between hits of their blunt, and it wasn’t long before they became familiar with every part of each other’s body.
But as time goes on, that starts to feel less and less true. Their every moment together means more than the last. And as a natural result, their intimate times together begin to be more than mindless sex.
Eddie is in Jonathan’s bedroom, rocking out to a Metallica song, air guitar and all, with Jonathan on the bed, watching with an amused smile. They’re the only ones in the house, so the music can go as loud as they want.
Jonathan laughs as Eddie leans as far back as he can, shredding his air guitar with the song. He finishes by throwing his arms wide as if showing off to his audience of one, holding up his fake guitar.
“Still not as good as the clash,” Jonathan says as the song fades out, turning down the music.
“I will convert you yet, Byers.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Jonathan rolls his eyes, trying to ignore just how nice it is to have Eddie around. When they first started, there was nothing like this. They would fuck and then leave with little else.
Eddie’s smile fades somewhat, and he stares off into the distance. He doesn’t even react when Jonathan swaps out the Metalica for The Smiths, which is more concerning than anything.
“You okay?” Jonathan asks.
“Hmm?” says Eddie, turning to look at him, “Yeah, I’m good. Just spaced out for a second….”
“Okay,” Jonathan says, “And that doesn’t happen to do with you just showing up at my window earlier?” While Eddie is spontaneous, he usually at least calls if he wants to come over when they haven’t planned for it. He’s meticulous about pacing and schedules, which is why he’s such a good DM. Eddie scoffs.
“Why do you think, Byers? I’m horny.” He says it like it’s supposed to be a joke, but no one laughs.
“And yet you haven’t touched me. What’s going on?” Jonathan pats the bed next to him, inviting him to sit. Eddie sits but reaches over to slip his hand under Jonathan’s shirt.
“Hey, no,” Jonathan says, moving Eddie’s hand away, “You’re not getting out of this.” Eddie pulls his hand away with a pout that’s cuter than it should be.
“But you just said-”
“I meant that you’re acting weird. You have something on your mind.” Eddie sighs, and he’s quiet for a long moment. If it were anybody else confronting him, he’d have already told them to shut up and drop it. But there’s something about Jonathan that makes that feel so wrong.
“I saw them. At the park,” Eddie says. Jonathan doesn’t have to ask who he’s talking about.
“Oh.”
“They, uh, seemed happy. They even waved at me. Or he did.”
“And how do you feel about that?” Jonathan asks in a carefully level voice.
“I don’t know! Weird? You’re not my shrink!” Eddie quickly deflates, sighing and rubbing his face. “Sorry,” he says much softer.
“It’s okay. I just want to help.”
“I know. It’s just… It didn’t hurt seeing him. Like it seems like it should have, but it just didn’t. Like, it’s like I’ve finally accepted that nothing could have happened between us, and… I didn’t know what to do about it, so I came here.” Eddie shrugs, not looking at Jonathan.
“I’m glad you did come here,” Jonathan says, “And thank you for telling me that. But, uh, why do you say that? That nothing could have happened?” Jonathan’s hand lays on his back, grounding him. They don’t often talk about why they were both single when they got together.
“I didn’t have what he wanted. I’m not rich, I can’t give him kids, and the only thing we had in common was facing the same apocalypse and Henderson,” Eddie lists. “I wasn’t worth his time. I was convenient.”
“No, you weren’t,” Jonathan says much more forcefully than either had expected. Righteous anger is settling in Jonathan’s chest.
“I don’t know why Steve dumped you, but I know you are more than worth it.” Jonathan pauses. “You’re amazing, Eddie. You’re clever, and you’re so funny and earnest. It doesn’t matter if you have money or whatever; you’re a great person to be around. And I-or anyone would be lucky to have you.” Jonathan finishes his little rant with a huff.
“Fucking hell, Jonny,” Eddie says, unsubtly wiping his eyes. He grabs Jonathan’s collar, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Jonathan doesn’t fight it, just moving to get more comfortable.
They split for long enough for Jonathan to get into Eddie’s lap, kissing again. They grab each other desperately like they need each other to survive.
“Keep talking, Jonny. Please,” Eddie says when they both have to breathe. He goes in on Jonathan’s neck, nipping and licking. The smaller one knows what he’s asking for and is happy to oblique.
“You’re so good, Eddie,” Jonathan breathes, choking on a moan as Eddie bites hard on his throat. “God, you’re fucking ama-zing!” Eddie’s hand has crept up his shirt, pinching one of his nipples.
Jonathan pulls away, taking his shirt off and helping Eddie take off his. They’re both covered in their own scars, some old and some new, similar in how they were acquired.
Eddie’s hand traces an old scar going over the middle of Jonathan’s left shoulder. He got it after he got into his mom’s makeup, and his dad was aiming for anywhere he could reach with his belt. Jonathan takes Eddie’s free hand, gently kissing the burn marks on his hands from when he first learned how to hot wire with his father.
“You’re beautiful,” Jonathan says, and Eddie’s hips buck up.
“You’re prettier,” Eddie fires back, moving to newer scars brought on by one of the many disasters he’s been involved in. Jonathan caresses one of his various Demobat bites.
“Up. Up, Jonny,” Eddie chants, messing with the buttons on Jonathan’s jeans. He manages to get them undone, and Jonathan hops off to kick them and his boxers away. He does the same to Eddie, helping him pull his pants and boxers away before getting back on his lap.
“I need you, Eddie,” Jonathan says softly, “I need you so bad.”
“Yeah, you do. You need me .”
“Just you. No one else.” Jonathan rolls his hips, grinding their cocks together. “Please, Eddie. I need you inside me.”
“One second, babe.” Eddie grabs the lube that’s been waiting beside them the whole time, quickly getting some on his fingers. He reaches behind Jonathan, quickly finding the other’s rim. At first, he just circles it, teasing, but he then slips a finger in. Jonathan gasps and Eddie reaches with his free hand, groping Jonathan’s ass.
“Such a nice ass,” Eddie muses, adding a second finger, “Perfect for cock.” Jonathan moans softly as his prostate is brushed.
“God, Eddie, you make me feel so good,” Jonathan moans, “I don’t know how I went without you.” Eddie slips in a third finger, nailing Jonathan’s prostate. The smaller groans loudly.
“Please, Eddie, I need you now,” Jonathan begs.
“Alright, babe.” Eddie pulls his fingers out, leaning back enough to give Jonathan room. “Hop on.”
Jonathan wastes no time doing just that, raising up and grabbing Eddie’s cock, slowly guiding it into his furled hole. He sinks down, and both groan as he bottoms out.
“Y-You feel so good inside me,” Jonathan whimpers, “You’re so good, Eddie. So good.”
Eddie leans forward, biting Jonathan’s shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. He trails bites up his shoulder to his neck, inhaling Jonathan’s scent. The smaller then starts to lift himself before sinking back down on Eddie’s cock, his pace increasing as he starts to ride him in earnest. Eddie’s hips snap up to meet his thrusts, neither having any grace in their movements.
“Fuck! Eddie, right there!” Jonathan cries as Eddie shifts his angle slightly. “G-God, you feel so big. You fill me up so well.”
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Eddie grunts, the muscles from his lower back to his thighs already getting sore from how much effort he’s putting into his thrusts.
“Just for you,” Jonathan says softly. The tight coil in Eddie’s gut is just getting tighter, and he clearly won’t last much longer. Jonathan picks up on this immediately.
“Cum inside me, Eddie. Please, I want it so bad!”
“Fuck, Jonny!” Eddie cries, hips stuttering as he fills Jonathan. The smaller continues to bounce, milking Eddie of his orgasm. But Eddie prides himself on being a gentleman, so he wraps his hand around Jonathan’s cock, even as his own burns from oversensitivity. He jacks Jonathan off hard and fast.
Jonathan lets out a long, keen as he cums all over Eddie’s hand and stomach. He’s so beautiful, completely fucked out. The smaller, with trembling thighs, rolls off of Eddie onto his bed. Eddie flops down next to him.
Jonathan opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t get the chance. Eddie yanks him forward, clashing their lips together. The kiss starts out violent, clashing teeth and lips, but it slowly becomes sweeter and more tender. It’s not a kiss of lust but something else.
“Jonathan,” Eddie starts, trailing off.
“Yeah?”
“I think I love you.” Jonathan is silent, eyes wide as he stares at Eddie. He gapes for a minute. “When I saw Steve. It didn’t hurt because… I wanted it to be you waving at me. I wanted to be here with you.”
“I… love you too.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah. I mean everything I say. It’d be hard not to,” Jonathan says with a slight shrug.
“You’re killing me here, Jonny.” Jonathan just chuckles, leaning in for another chaste kiss. “I should go. It’s getting late.”
“No,” Jonathan says simply, “You should stay.”
“You want me to stay?”
“Do you really have to ask?”
“No… but I want to.”
“You’re ridiculous. But yes, I want you to stay.” Eddie pulls Jonathan into his arms, not bothering to cover either of them.