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[Sometimes when she and Eddie get high, they lose any sense of a filter and just chatter endlessly. One night after they've smoked and are laying in bed, Chrissy halfway dangling over the edge, she suggests that she thinks Steve Harrington is pretty. It's not a surprise when Eddie agrees.

What is a surprise is Chrissy suggesting about twenty minutes later that they could invite Steve to join them sometime. She says it so casually that Eddie probably thinks she's just talking to be talking. When she brings it up again a little later, she thinks he gets that it's something she's genuinely interested in exploring. Only this time she phrases it as a question, asking him what he thinks about Steve.

The topic is brought up again the next weekend when she's over, and Eddie finally suggests that they do something to sate her curiosity. He's never denied her anything before, and doesn't seem to want to start now. She's only taken a couple of hits off the joint they're passing back and forth at that point, and wonders if he's the type to get jealous. She doesn't know if she is.

But she knows that she wants to know what Steve is like when he's being appreciated the way he deserves. And she thinks Eddie wants it too. There's not an ounce of jealousy about that when she insists that he do something to get Steve over.

The first time Eddie manages it, Chrissy gets shy. Eddie picks up on it and instead of worrying about seducing Steve, they all just get high together and spend the night talking and laughing. She's a little more forward the following weekend when they watch a movie and she winds up squeezed between the two of them on the couch, holding Eddie's hand as her head rests on Steve's shoulder.

They make a habit out of hanging out together, and by the time Chrissy decides her curiosity about Steve in bed has reached new heights, things between the three of them feel easy and natural. There's nothing awkward about the way her eyes watch Steve's mouth as he takes a hit off the joint Eddie passes him. There's nothing wrong with the way she leans in to surprise Steve with a kiss right after. And there's definitely no jealousy as Eddie takes a turn right after. Her eyes widen in surprise as she enjoys what she sees, but then her boys are breaking away and she has to act like she wasn't just watching and enjoying it.

She fails miserably, blushing as she laughs and glances over at Steve.]

You know, you can tell us to back off. We won't mind.

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[ The first time Chrissy brings up Steve, Eddie isn't quite sure what to make of it. He agrees because he's high and well, Steve is attractive, you'd have to be blind to miss that. He's known he's bisexual for years now, though his actual experience with men has been limited. And then he and Chrissy got together, and he figured any potential future experiences would be off the table. Their initial conversations only ever happen when they're high, but slowly they bleed over into their time spent sober.

There's no denying a certain thrill runs through him as they theorize about it. He thinks this sort fo thing could easily become messy, but he trusts Chrissy, he loves her. And for as many times as he has butted heads with Steve, he knows Steve is a good guy.

They start inviting Steve over more and more, and even though Chrissy loses her nerve that first time, Eddie still finds himself enjoying the time the three of them spend together. He was worried he might feel jealous, possessive, when he sees the careful touches that Chrissy gives over to Steve. He does feel protective, but only in the sense that he doesn't want to see Chrissy getting her feelings hurt, doesn't want to see her being treated any less than she deserves.

They've got Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing in the background as they pass the joint around. It's certainly not the type of movie to inspire romance, but Chrissy seems to finally have gathered up the courage to make the first move. Eddie watches them kiss quietly, equal parts stunned and around. No jealousy rises up within him, and he thinks the fact that they have so openly discussed this is the reason for that. Eddie swallows hard as he watches them, unable to find it anything but completely erotic.

And then Chrissy's pulling back, nudging Eddie to take her place. He leans in to kiss Steve and it's... different than anything he's experienced thus far. But there's no denying that he likes it. Eddie pulls back, panting softly, reaching to take Chrissy's hand in his as they both look at Steve. ]

Sorry we kind of sprung this on you. [ He laughs gently, as some teen gets murdered in the background. ] But we-- well, we think you're pretty damn hot, Steve. But if it weirds you out, we'll never speak of this again.

( Steve has smoked a little grass in his day. okay? he's not a complete lightweight. he'd take a toke here or there at a party, kill a whole joint just him and Tommy and Carol. every once and awhile, senior year, he'd even smoke entirely by himself. he's been high before, is the point. he's not a two puff chump, that loses his shit after a little smoke. so there's really no excuse for how weightless and wild he feels — no excuse but the thrill of maybes and unknowns, that is.

Steve isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he's aware. and sober he's all too good at talking himself out of things. Eddie is just a weird guy, leaning a little too close and incredibly intense eye contact and saying shit like big boy with a straight face is just. his baseline. it's foolish to read into things with another guy, especially another guy that has a girlfriend! what the hell is wrong with him?

and Chrissy, well... she's just a nice girl! if a couple of times when they're watching movies she sits close, leans on his arm or his shoulder — she's just, cuddly, maybe! not a big deal. Steve cuddles with Robin and it means nothing. it's especially stupid to question Chrissy's motives when she has a boyfriend. she's just friendly. empathetic. realizes he misses being close to people, and is comfortable enough in his company to close that gap. or maybe Steve is just trying to see what he wants to see, instead of what is actually there. a couple inviting him over to smoke doesn't mean anything, it's just a way for friends to hang out.

after they've passed a joint around, though, things feel a little different. how Chrissy watches his mouth, smiles in a way that Steve wouldn't really call sweet, though that doesn't mean it's bad. how Eddie is somehow even closer than usual. maybe that's the weed talking, letting him see what he wants to see. it's definitely the weed talking that Steve can so easily wish he knew for sure. what it would be like to be a part of what they have, just for a night. even a few smokes and some bad movies is the best time he's had in... well, awhile. and he's too removed from his common sense to worry that indulging in curiosity might ruin the easy friendship that's been building. right now all he can think of is how much he wanted to kiss them, both of them. and now that he has, for not nearly long enough, the burn of both of them still tingling at his lips — his mouth feels a little empty and bereft for it, that it wasn't nearly enough. just a chaser.

the screaming in front them is really fucking with Steve's head. abruptly, he leans forward for the remote, turns the set off, and the silence filling in after feels really loud. jesus, what kind of weed does Munson have? really is some strong stuff. what did he say, again? ) I, uh, ( Steve mumbles, less self assured than usual. ) I'm not weirded out. Even though if I woke up and realized this was a really horny dream, I wouldn't be surprised.

( especially because he's sort of had a dream like this, before. maybe more than once. it is the trouble of having two very hot friends that are fast and loose with affection between each other. )

[Things start to feel a lot more real the second the tv is turned off. There's no movie playing in the background, no noise to distract them. She can hear the sound of their combined breaths, all a little faster and heavier now. Want has a way of doing that to people, she's learned. It was never like that before, but with Eddie it's a constant state of any little touch making her pant for more. It seems that's the case with Steve too, because wow?

He's a good kisser, even when he's high and taken by surprise. She imagines what it might be like if he's prepared for it. Of course she doesn't expect that they'll get the chance. He's probably going to freak out any second now and call them freaks and they'll never hear from him again. Chrissy braces herself for that, tells herself that maybe she'd do the same thing if she were in his position. But she knows it isn't likely she'll ever be put in a position where two people are lusting after her and want her —

No matter how many times she might have touched herself to the fantasy of both Steve and Eddie indulging her every whim. Those little fantasies always start out just like this. The reality is far better than anything her imagination could've come up with. Seeing Steve Harrington look so ruffled and uncertain after kissing her boyfriend apparently does a number on her. Chrissy's caught somewhere between amusement and a heightened awareness of arousal when she looks between them.

Yeah, she thinks. These are her boys. Only one of them knows it for sure, but the other will be made aware before the end of the night.

She tries to cover her certainty with a laugh, because good girls aren't so sure that they'll wind up with two boyfriends wrapped around their finger. Then again, good girls don't shotgun smoke from their boyfriend's mouth, and they definitely don't entice pretty boys with perfectly pullable hair and the softest lips she's ever seen. She's definitely pleased to know now that they feel as soft as she imagined. And taste even better, although it's different than what she's used to with Eddie. Not bad, not better. Just different.]

I'm pretty sure we're all really horny, Steve. [Her thumb brushes against his lower lip, dropping down to touch at his chin. As her touch slips away completely, she's leaning in to kiss Eddie. It's far less tentative, familiarity and the intimacy between them allowing her to seem like she might devour him whole if things draw out for too long.

They don't, of course, since this is about Steve. It's about Eddie too, always about him. And it's about her as well, she gets that. But it's Steve that they're winning over here. Because of that, it's about putting him at ease. Maybe her kissing Eddie will do that, or maybe it will seem like she's trying to lay claim to him. Which she's not, she'd never try to assume she's forceful enough to tell Eddie who he belongs to.

It just so happens that in this case, he's definitely hers. But he can be Steve's too, she thinks. Even if it's just for tonight. He's a nice guy. He won't turn them down. She briefly nips at Eddie's lower lip as she breaks away, and realizes that her hand is on Steve's knee, rubbing reassuring circles against him.]

But this isn't a dream. We both want you.

[This part isn't as awkward as she thought it'd be. But she realizes that she has no idea what comes next. In her fantasies, things just naturally happen. Clearly, that's not what's going to happen here.]

However you want that to look like.

[It's probably important to let him make the choice on how to engage from this point.]

[ Apparently, Eddie is the only one perturbed by the fact Steve's shut the tv off. Then again, he's also probably the only one of the three that finds horror movies to be the perfect background noise for getting a little frisky. Eddie seems to pout, just for a moment, but there are far more important things happening here than Sally escaping Leatherface's clutches.

He knows he's not as high as either of them, being something of a heavy weight. That's why he had been sure to bring the good stuff, and has his own pleasant buzz going. Besides, he figured someone should be a little touch closer to sober tonight, just in case things went badly. That doesn't seem like it's going to be a problem, but then he's always been a little more adventurous than Chrissy. As for Steve, he hadn't been sure what to expect.

For a moment he just watches Chrissy as she interacts with Steve, swallowing hard. Jesus fuck, watching the way she touches him, so innocent and yet completely not. Eddie feels a little like he's the one being seduced. And then she's kissing him, and Eddie smiles into it, and is still grinning when they break apart. ]

Yeah, we're putting you in driver's seat here, big shot.

[ It's more or less what they had planned, seeing as Steve is essentially the outsider here. They're hoping he won't feel that way for long, though. Giving over more of the control to him should help with that. This isn't about using Steve to get their own rocks off, they've both confessed to their mutual interest in Steve, this is a test drive, of sorts.

Eddie creeps closer to Steve, settling just alongside him. He dips his head, speaking more into Steve's neck now, his lips just barely brushing against the soft skin there. ]

If you need inspiration, Chrissy gives amazing head. [ He lets his fingers skim down Steve's chest, but turns his head so he can flash a mischievous grin in Chrissy's direction. ] Dontcha, baby girl?

Oh, ( Steve says, unintelligently, even though the way they are looking at him and the heat in their kisses should have translated that fact without Chrissy saying it out loud. look, in his defense, he never expected to kiss Chrissy and Eddie when he took his first hit tonight. this feels so wildly impossible it's hard to get traction on the moment.

it's not entirely that he's never been in this situation before. he was King of Hawkins High for awhile, and that had some benefits, back in the day. kissing two different girls was a highlight. Carol hinted he should come upstairs with her and Tommy, once, though Steve had laughed it off and stayed in the roar of the party. it was hard not to wonder what would have happened if he'd followed her. still, this is just... different. it's not strangers, it's being invited into something he admires. envies, really, if he's honest. it is hard to understand how he's wanted when Eddie and Chrissy have each other already and they seem so perfect for each other.

that said, his limited experience isn't deep enough to know how this actually works in execution. taking turns kissing at a party isn't quite the same as actually having a threesome, and this is veering into something Steve has never explored before. probably wouldn't have ever considered he'd want to explore it, except here he is in the thick of it. and Steve can't imagine wanting it to be anything different. it feels better, strangely, to have all three of them in this moment. even if it still feels a little unreal.

his mouth goes a little dry at Eddie's blunt suggestion, and the burn of his fingers on his chest. ) Fuck, Eddie, ( Steve mutters, and he really didn't think Eddie Munson being decisive and commanding would be such a turn on, and yet here he is. Steve catches Chrissy's palm, just to keep an anchor on her before he turns to chase the filth down Eddie's tongue. Eddie talking dirty, even to somebody else, is way hotter than it has any right to be. the kiss is messy, needy, eager — trying to make sense of a situation that is more than a little overwhelming. Steve feels breathless, floaty, when he finally pulls back to look at Chrissy. try to summon the strength to form a complete sentence when Eddie has painted the picture of her on her knees with her mouth around his cock so vividly in his head. )

Do you... want to? ( Steve can't functionally understand this being about him, or his call. he's really just happy to be involved, he doesn't need to be the focus! if Chrissy would rather go down on her boyfriend, fuck, he's totally fine with that. being with Eddie has chased away a bit of the closed off shyness, the fear, that used to weigh Chrissy down. but Steve doesn't want to push her farther than she's ready to go. that's the last thing he could possibly want, actually. )

Eddie!

[Chrissy barely squeaks out his name in a whisper, turning bright red in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as he addresses her abilities to give great head. She can't say that she disagrees with his appraisal, since she thinks she does a really good job. He's certainly never had anything but high praise. But it's a new sort of thing to have Eddie say it with someone else there. Sure, it's someone they both want to fuck until they're all exhausted and laying in a heap together.

But she's not expecting Steve's reaction to be what it is, and she's left completely red faced as she stares back at him.]

Do I what, Steve? Want to suck your cock?

[It's probably one of the most filthy things she's ever said, particularly in such a sweet way. But she's smiling as she says it, able to push through her momentary embarrassment in order to get back in the moment. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about what it would be like to take Steve into her mouth. She's thought about it more than once, actually. And she's pretty sure she's even talked about it in graphic detail with Eddie once when they were high and drunk and laying around in his van.

Which is probably exactly why he's brought it up, now that she thinks about it. So she glances Eddie's way with a thankful smile, her eyes meeting his with a look that says she's not really bothered by what he's said. She doesn't want him to ever think she's uncomfortable when she's actually not.]

I could get on my knees for you, if you want. [Which answers his question, she thinks. Obviously she wants to, judging by the way she's looking at him like she wants to swallow him whole. She wants to kiss him again too, but refrains for now. The temptation to make both of her boys squirm a little is too appealing to resist.]

You can even put your hand in my hair. Show me exactly how you like it.

[Chrissy's a sweet girl. A serving girl. She'll let him do that, since it plays into her fantasy. Maybe it's partially Eddie's fantasy too.]

Or you can sit back and let me take control.

[She thinks maybe she'd like that too. Her eyes shift from Steve's to Eddie's, and it almost looks as if she's asking for permission from her boyfriend to touch Steve more than she already has.]

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