Rating: Explicit
13,728 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Warnings
Tags: Post-Canon, Eddie Munson Lives, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Service Top Steve Harrington, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Fuck Or Die, Sex Pollen, sex pollen as a metaphor for touch/intimacy starvation y’know?, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dubious Consent, insofar as any sex pollen fic is dubcon by nature, The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Monster Eddie Munson, but I wouldn’t say this is a monsterfucking fic he’s just like a little off, Navel-Gazing
Summary:
The wrong feeling pitches and dives toward nausea again. Steve folds in half, eyes squeezed shut. The room spins, and his skin goes clammy. Behind the rush of white noise in his ears, he thinks he hears Eddie’s voice, calling to him, saying his name. There’s a soft pressure on his back that moves up to the back of his neck, and— Gone. Everything’s fine. He feels fine. He feels good, even. Eddie has a hand on the back of his neck and one clutching his forearm. Eddie looks frantic, eyes wide, a sheen of sweat on his face and stray damp curls stuck there. Steve’s gaze is drawn to his mouth, taut and worried and always in motion. He wants to lick into it. -- OR: Eddie falls first, Steve falls harder: sex pollen edition.
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