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After all they’d seen and been through, they all had at least a little trouble sleeping, so the gang started having semi-regular sleepovers. Sometimes it would just be the kids, sometimes just the teenagers, sometimes both, sometimes just whoever could show up. They rotated between Hopper’s cabin, the Wheeler’s basement, and Steve’s house. Steve’s house was obviously the preferred option, since it was biggest and often meant no adult supervision (and had a pool).
This time, it was just Nancy, Robin, Eddie, and Steve, and they were all sprawled across Steve’s living room. His dad was once again on a business trip, his mom once again tagging along, leaving the group alone in the house. Steve and Eddie were sprawled on the couch, Eddie’s legs splayed in Steve’s lap, Nancy in the chair to Steve’s left, and Robin laying on the ground, clearly not interested in their discussion about what to watch.
Robin sat up abruptly, “We always watch a movie, can’t we do something else?”
“Got a suggestion, Buckley?” Eddie said throwing his head back dramatically before turning to look at her expectantly.
“No…” she sighed, flopping back to the ground.
“Oh!” Nancy jumped up and grabbed Robin’s arm, dragging her up from the ground and towards the door, “I have an idea!”
Robin protested a little at being dragged away without explanation, but ultimately followed Nancy out the front door. Steve and Eddie stared blankly at the door for a moment before turning to stare at each other.
“Was her idea for them to…just leave?” Eddie asked.
Steve glanced back at the door, hand coming to rest briefly on Eddie’s shin, while he turned his body. Much to Eddie’s dismay, it was removed quickly when he turned back to face him and say, “I don’t think so but maybe we should go check,” but neither of them moved to get up.
A moment later the girls burst back through the door, “We come bearing gifts!” Robin said in a sing-songy voice, the pair was carrying a couple of bags, supposedly from Nancy’s car.
“Ooh, what is it?!” Eddie said, finally swinging his legs out of Steve’s lap and going to look through the bags they brought.
Steve stared at the spot where his legs had been for a moment, before going to join the group. “Makeup? Is your proposal makeovers?” All three of them look at him excitedly, he laughed and pointed at Robin, “No way are you putting eyeliner on me,” Robin gave him puppy dog eyes, “Or touching my hair,” Nancy laughed, and Eddie joined Robin with puppy dog eyes of his own. Steve glanced between the three of them and groaned, “Fine, I guess you guys can paint my nails.”
“Yay!” Eddie and Robin said in unison, Robin quickly kissing Steve on the cheek and Nancy giggling. The girls started pulling things out of the bags and organizing, as the boys sat backed and watched their friends happily, Steve back on the couch, and Eddie on the ground, leaning lightly against Steve’s leg.
“Can I braid your hair?” Steve said all of a sudden.
They all turned to him, and when Eddie noticed he was looking at him, he tilted his head, touched his chest in shock and asked, “Me?” Steve ignored all their questioning stairs and instead simply nodded. Eddie smirked and the girls shared a look that neither of the boys noticed. Finally, he responded, “Sure!” a little too excitedly, moving so he was sitting in front of his legs. After sharing another quick look, the girls went back to organizing and talking about what color they wanted to paint their nails. Steve reached out to grab Eddie’s hair and spread his legs so that Eddie had to slide back slightly so his bed hit the couch. Eddie quickly realized that it might have been a bad idea to agree to this as he sat between Steve “the hair” Harrington’s legs, each leg pressed lightly against each of his shoulders, while he ran his fingers through his hair, lightly grazing his cheek or neck every now and then. He decided if he was going to survive this without combusting, then he would need a distraction. “Black,” was all he croaked out, voice cracking slightly, as he reached a hand toward Robin.
Robin looked at him and smirked, “What was that Munson?”
He scowled at her knowing look, “Could you please hand me the black nail polish, dear Buckley?” She laughed and handed it to him. He rested his hand on his knee and began to try to focus on his nails and not on the pressure on his shoulders or the fingers in his hair. Steve continued to braid his hair, completely oblivious to the boy in front of him attempting to slow his heart rate.
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Steve was pretending to be annoyed by his current position, but Robin could tell that he was actually enjoying it. He was sitting on the ground, where Eddie had been previously, Robin sitting behind him cross-legged on the couch, putting tiny braids in his hair. She’d taken her chance to play with his hair when he was trapped having to sit still while Eddie sat in front of him and painted his nails.
Eddie realized he was making a series of terrible choices for his sanity when it came to touching Steve tonight. He thought painting Steve’s nails black (totally a coincidence that he chose the same color now on his own nails) would be safer than sitting in between his legs, but he was wrong. Not only was he simply holding his hand for an extended period, but he was also now facing him, which meant his face could not betray him at all. He also had to actively avoid looking up at Steve, since he could feel his eye’s watching him work, and he knew if he looked in those beautiful eyes he’d be screwed.
Steve, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He had fully intended on letting Robin paint his nails and then proceeding to just watch his three friends have fun for the rest of the night, but once he realized how much he could use this to his advantage, he couldn’t stop himself. He took every opportunity he could to touch Eddie. Even when Steve was doing Eddie’s hair, he let his fingers run over his neck a few more times than necessary, loving the spark he felt each time. Currently, he was loving watching Eddie’s hands as they held his, painting his nails, and he couldn’t resist watching his big brown eyes as they focused so intently on the task at hand. Steve found it kind of funny how intently he was focusing on painting his nails, but he supposed it was good, because if he looked up and saw how intently Steve was staring at him, he’d be screwed. Hell, Steve was so distracted, that he hadn’t even initially noticed when Robin sat behind him and began to mess with his hair. Steve complained, but if he was being honest, he was more upset that Eddie wasn’t the one running his hands through his hair.
After Robin finished a little braid, she got up and walked over to where Nancy was pulling out eye make-up for them to do each other’s eye make-up. “The lighting’s horrible in here, let’s go to the dining room,” Robin said, helping Nancy grab everything, and with that, the girls were gone.
Robin was hoping that with their absence, one of the boys might actually make a move on each other, and she selfishly wanted some alone time with Nancy.
“Okay, sit down, I’m doing you first,” Nancy said pulling out one of the dining room chairs.
Robin laughed and sat down, “Give me your worst, Wheeler.”
As Nancy grabbed an eye shadow brush, stepped between Robin’s legs, grabbed her face, and leaned into her, Robin realized she may have underestimated her own gay panic in this situation, and missed having the distraction of the boys to focus on. However, after a while, Robin noticed that Nancy also seemed nervous. Her voice got continually softer as she told her to close her eyes again or turn her head, and her hands now shook a little when she touched her face.
When she finally finished, Robin was glad for the transition. Being the one towering over the other girl and leaning in to touch her face, gave her much more confidence, especially as she closely watched Nancy’s eyes flutter and a blush creeps up her cheeks. Robin moved slow, taking her time, and standing a little closer to Nancy than necessary. She was greatly enjoying being so close to her and getting to watch her and realize she might be panicking just as much as she was.
“There, all done,” she said softly, not stepping back even slightly, staring straight down at her. Nancy stared up, round eyes wide and not leaving the girl above her. Robin opened her mouth to say something, but before she could overthink, she brought a hand to Nancy’s face and leaned down to kiss her. Nancy instantly kissed her back and reached to grab her hips. Pretty quickly, Robin pulled back, worried she’d made a mistake and Nancy had only kissed her back out of instinct or pity. But Nancy never let go of her, and before she could get far, Nancy stood up, pulled her close, brought a hand to her neck, and kissed her again, harder. Robin melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around her.
At some point, when their kisses began to get sloppier and more passionate, Robin moved Nancy, so she was pressed up against the dining room table. Nancy took advantage of this opportunity, and momentarily let go of Robin, to help lift herself up on the table behind her and brace her legs on either side of the girl in front of her, moving her hands to frame Robin’s face. Robin ran her hands down Nancy’s sides to grab her hips and pull her flush against herself.
After a little while, Robin moved to kiss down Nancy’s throat; Nancy threw her head back and groaned, running a hand up Robin’s back and into her hair. “Do yo- do you thi- ahh,” Nancy was having trouble getting the words out, as Robin was not letting up the attack on her neck, “Do you think- think that…umm…we could just sneak off to the guest room?” This finally made Robin stop, and look up at Nancy, watching her bite her lip nervously.
With eyes blown wide Robin said, “Probably,” then glanced toward the door to the living room, and back at the girl in front of her, before finally pulling away and going to peak through the door quietly. Robin laughed into her hand silently, before saying “Ya, I think we're good,” and going to grab Nancy’s hands and pull her towards the guest room.
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After the girls left, the boys were mainly quiet while Eddie finished Steve’s nails. Once he was done, he grabbed both his hands to admire his work, before quickly dropping them and saying, “There we are, Harrington, now you’re looking pretty.”
Steve blushed, but was quick to recover, “Was I not pretty before, Munson?” he smirked and leaned in closer to Eddie as he spoke.
“Now, Harrington, I didn’t say that” he met his eyes and held his stare for a moment before grinning wildly and turning away towards the small amount of make-up the girls left behind. Steve watched silently as Eddie grabbed some eyeliner and started applying it. Steve moved to sit on the couch behind him. He had seen Eddie with eyeliner only three times before, and it was immensely hot each time. Steve couldn’t help himself from watching him apply it through the mirror he was looking into, and he really didn’t care if Eddie noticed him watching him.
Steve’s words were continuously running through Eddie’s head. He couldn’t shake the thought that Steve might have been flirting, and he had definitely been staring at him the whole time he was doing his nails. Eddie was originally going to rush through his eyeliner since his goal was not to get eyeliner on his own eyes, but on Steve’s, but when he saw how Steve was looking at him in the reflection of the mirror in front of him, he slowed down. He wanted to savor every second of Steve Harrington looking at him like that.
Once he was done, he turned to meet Steve’s stare and smiled, lifting the pencil towards Steve and raising his eyebrows in question.
It took Steve a moment to break himself away from the trance Eddie’s brown eyes held on him, but when he realized what Eddie was offering his face dropped and he immediately said, “No way. Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on, Stevie! Please!” Eddie begged as he climbed onto the couch next to him, sitting on his knees and leaning close to him.
Steve laughed and playfully swatted him away, “What makes you think I’m going to say yes?!” Unfortunately, Steve realized he would probably cave, because if he thought Eddie was hot with eyeliner then maybe Eddie would think the same, and the idea of Eddie thinking about him like he was currently thinking about Eddie right now was enough to short circuit his brain.
“Because friendship? And I asked nicely?” Steve gave him a flat look; he was going to have to try harder than that. “Because you can wash it off right after if you hate it, so why not?”
Steve thought about making him work harder for the yes, but decided against it, “Fine,” he said rolling his eyes.
Eddie stared at him with wide eyes, and Steve wondered if he should have resisted longer, “Are you fucking serious? You’re going to let me do your eyeliner?”
“I guess so,” Steve shrugged, “But I’m going to wash it off right away,” but he knew how fast we washed it off mainly depended on Eddie’s reaction once it was on.
“Holy shit, this is the best day of my life,” Eddie laughed, before gesturing to Steve to turn to face him. “Okay, close your eyes.” Eddie moved to start applying the eyeliner and laughed when Steve’s eyes and head flinched.
“Shut up, man, I’m not used to having sharp objects near my eyes.”
“It’s not sharp!” They both laughed, “Come one keep still.”
“Okay, pointy objects, and I’m trying!”
Eddie tried to hold the back of Steve’s head to keep him still, and it was a little helpful, but he was still flinching whenever Eddie got close with the pencil. Then he saw a slight blush on Steve’s cheek as his fingers grazed his neck. And that’s when Eddie saw the opportunity to get even closer to Steve. When he’d been nervous before, they had witnesses, and he didn’t think Steve was into him, but now that they were alone, and Steve seemed just as excited about the opportunity to be close to him, he was feeling a lot more confident. So, he made a suggestion. “Okay, this isn’t working,” he said, lowering the pencil, “lay down.”
Steve’s eyes popped open, and his voice cracked as he asked, “What?” never breaking eye contact with Eddie.
Eddie smirked, but maintained the premise of practicality, “I need your head flat on something so that you can’t move so easily, just lay down and try not to move.” Steve maintained eye contact, as he adjusted, laying back, and resting his head on one of the throw pillows. Eddie adjusted so he was kneeling beside Steve, pushing him further into the couch, so that he had room for both his knees, then he leaned over Steve and placed a hand on his face. Steve held his stare until the last moment when Eddie brought the pencil up to his face, and his eyes fluttered close. Eddie did his best to keep his hand steady as he drew liner on his first eye.
Steve could barely breathe, Eddie was leaning over him so close, hands on his face, and he was trying not to panic. His only saving grace was that he had to keep his eye close, so at least he couldn’t see how close Eddie was, or get lost in his big eyes. Just when Steve thought he was going to make it through without embarrassing himself in front of Eddie, he shifted. Eddie had just finished the first eye and mumbled some incomplete excuse about a bad angle when he moved to straddle him.
Eddie made the move without really thinking it through. As soon as he moved his knee to the other side of Steve, he questioned whether it had been a smart idea, but then he watched as Steve’s chest stopped moving and he held his breath. This made Eddie’s head spin, but he smirked, and it gave him the confidence to lean forward and continue applying the eyeliner.
Steve couldn’t breathe. He was pretty sure he was going to combust on the spot. Eddie was practically laying on top of him, and while this was basically a dream come true, these weren’t really the circumstances he’d seen it happening in. He just had to get through the next couple of minutes and then he’d be able to regain his composure. Until then, he tried to focus on the fact that the girls were in the next room, and all of the ways that Robin would mock him once she saw that he left Eddie put eyeliner on him.
“All done,” Eddie practically whispered.
Steve slowly opened his eyes to meet Eddie’s. He watched as his eyes got somehow wider as he took in his work. “How does it look?” Steve whispered back.
Eddie stared at him for a moment, when he finally processed what Steve has asked, he said, “Umm…ya- It looks, um- hot.” The last word surprised Eddie as it came out of his mouth, but it was true.
Eddie calling him hot and the fact that he had made no move to get off or even pull away from him was enough to give Steve the confidence to reach up, grab the back of his neck, and pull Eddie’s lips to meet his. Eddie immediately leaned into the kiss and moved one hand to Steve’s cheek and the other to rest on his chest.
They continued to kiss messily for a long time, and when Eddie’s hand moved under his shirt and up his chest, Steve let go of his inhibitions and completely forgot about the girls currently in the other room. He ran a hand down Eddie’s back, and under his shirt, resting it on his lower back, before pulling him down so he was lying fully on top of Steve. They both groaned as their bodies lined up fully.
Steve ran his hand up Eddie’s back, his shirt riding up as he did, never breaking their kiss. Steve thought he heard a door creak, but when no one interrupted them, he ignored it and maintained his focus on the man on top of him.
Eventually, Steve pulled away, breathlessly, and asked, “Wanna head upstairs?”
Eddie laughed and moved to kiss Steve’s jaw and neck for a moment before biting his earlobe lightly, drawing a moan from the boy below him, “You don’t want to wash off the eyeliner first?”
“Hell no,” Steve exhaled, and sat up, effectively leaving Eddie sitting in his lap, and kissing him passionately again. After just a moment, Eddie stood up, pulling Steve with him. Eddie led Steve towards the stairs, never breaking their kiss until they had to break apart to make their way up the stairs and to Steve’s bedroom.