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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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[ 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.]