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It wasn't like they just jumped right into things. Steve Harrington was a sweet boy. A pretty boy. And Chrissy didn't care how often his face made both of their heads turn. She and Eddie weren't just diving in head first into trying to lure him in. It took a few times hanging out with Steve before they were able to even discuss what they wanted. In the end, they knew that this was something that would take time. So they invited Steve over to hang out and just had fun with him as a friend. Sure, they were a couple. But they never made him feel like a third wheel, and always tried to behave themselves when they were around him. Chrissy liked to think that they really couldn't help stealing a kiss or two in Steve's presence.

It was like advertising what a hot couple they were, as well as a silent invitation for him to show interest. If Steve ever did show that interest, neither of them caught it.

Eventually, with neither of them feeling they could just bring up their mutual attraction to him out of the blue, things fell to the wayside. They continued to hang out with Steve and he was their friend. They smoked and played games and went out on the town, and spent nights laughing and talking. They also happened to do a lot of drinking.

One night when they all were completely wasted, Eddie having gotten them into a dive bar a town over. There was a great band playing, and Chrissy had drunkenly led the boys out to jump around and dance for most of the night. They were sitting on a torn up leather couch over in the corner of the bar, Chrissy and Eddie making out with little regard to the fact that Steve was sitting on the other side of Eddie. She was left a little dazed when Eddie pulled away, saying something to Steve that she didn't catch fully. All she knew was that he had asked the other guy to step in for him while he went to the bathroom. And Chrissy, with as drunk as she was, thought this was an amazing idea.

"I'll take care of him!" Chrissy called out, even though Eddie had asked Steve to take care of her.

Without wasting any time at all, she slid her way right across the couch, the leather only seeming to make the movement more smooth for her. Steve smelled like a mixture of alcohol and his cologne as she leaned in close, not shy at all as she kissed him. Her hand pressed against his shoulder, almost anchoring him to her as she tested the waters. Obviously if he wasn't into it, she would back off. But with the opportunity presenting itself, she knew she'd regret not taking it.

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It was like having a weirdly persistent stalker. Except that there were two of them, and they mostly just wanted to make sure he wasn't holed up by himself somewhere, that he was getting out and enjoying himself. Whether that was in the middle seat at a movie, or off playing putt-putt, or just hanging out somewhere and talking and being almost entirely in each other's personal space, which was something he should probably be bothered by, but never really was.

They were, apparently, dead set on making sure he knew he had friends. And it was... well it was actually kind of charming. He was routinely charmed by it, especially when one or the other or both of them showed up at the Family Video when he was getting off shift, either with directions to where they were going so he could drive, or promising to get him back to his car when they got back from wherever they were taking him.

Which was how they'd ended up here.

And he'd just been trying to figure out if he was actually drunk enough to sit through the face-sucking going on next to him or if he needed another drink, and was also, as he usually did, trying to figure out if what he was feeling was jealousy -and if it was, why?- or if it was something else -and if it was, what- when Eddie detached, it took a brief moment to realize that had been instructions, or a request that was halfway to being some kind of order, and he was definitely just drunk enough to decide that it would be rude not to do as instructed and keep Chrissy occupied.

Not that he'd have been able not to, considering that she practically climbed into his lap without hesitation, which wasn't entirely unfamiliar in and of itself, considering how often one -or both- of them used him as some kind of pillow, but this time she was kissing him, and that was new, but it was reflex to slide an arm around her waist to help keep her balanced, tilting his head into the kiss, happy to reply in kind, but trying to take her down a gear or two in the process, he couldn't just start at ten.

This was not exactly part of the plan. Not there had ever really been a plan, but they were trying their best to feel things out without accidentally burning the bridge. The last thing Eddie wanted was for this to end up with Steve pushed away. The more time they all spent together, Eddie had really come to like the guy, and if friendship was all he was interested in, then that would be fine. This little excursion had the benefit of letting alcohol be the blame if anything got too out of hand.

Eddie had thought up the line as a joke, originally, something he would never actually use. But with liquid courage running through him, he thought it might be worth a shot. He practically had to peel Chrissy off him so he could lean over and mutter the words to Steve, giving him a mischievous smile as he stood from the couch. He hesitated a moment before walking away, just to make sure things weren't about to immediately go wrong.

After hitting the bathroom, Eddie decided to take the long way back, stopping at the bar and watching Chrissy and Steve from afar. So far, so good, to say the least, if the current view was any indication. It sent something surging through him, because fuck that was hot. He wondered if Steve ever felt this sort of thing watching them together, or how Chrissy would like it if he were the one with Steve in his lap right now.

Reluctantly, he turned away, if only to order a round of shots. Glasses in hand, he marched his way back over to the couch, almost reluctant to interrupt. As much as he enjoyed the view, he can't let Chrissy have all the fun here.

"You've got to let him breathe, baby girl," Eddie laughed as he settled down right beside them, practically pressing himself against the two. When they finally break apart, he passed out the shots and held his up in mock salute.

"So how'd you like it?" His gaze swept between the two, unclear in who he was addressing. "Looked like fun to me."

Chrissy reluctantly pulled away, looking a little shamefaced at first as she glanced over at Eddie. Maybe she had been a little overeager. It was the first time a guy ever had to coax her down, to get her to stop trying to assert control over a situation. And it felt amazing. She wore a pleased and pretty proud little smile on her face as she looked back to Steve, and it stayed intact once she turned her attention back to Eddie again.

"He was so good," she was pleased to report, leaning in to whisper it as if she and her boyfriend were sharing a secret. Of course, it was a stage whisper, so Steve could likely hear her appraisal over the loud music.

"You have to try."

Still incredibly proud of herself for a job well done, she leaned in to kiss Eddie. This was a quick kiss, more a sloppy peck than anything. But she still wondered if he could taste Steve on her. Her shot glass was held up as she pulled back, and Chrissy also took it upon herself to down the entire shot before either of her boys had the time to process the fact that she seemed a little too smug and comfortable right now. The feeling of empowerment suited her, she thought. She felt on top of the Earth.

But she was still drunk enough to not realize that she was right in the middle of the two of them, entirely in the way.

If asked, Steve would maintain that he wasn't drunk, he was just comfortably buzzed. Of course, the fact that he had to actually think for a moment about which hand he had to lift from Chrissy's hip to accept that shot glass would prove otherwise, especially when he somehow still managed to get it wrong, using the closer hand instead of reaching across himself, which made for an awkward angle, but he didn't spill any, so he was still counting it as a win.

He was so focused on actually knocking it back and then setting the glass aside, out of the way that he hadn't fully caught what Chrissy had said, only the mock-whisper of it, all of which meant that instead of returning his hand to Chrissy's hip, it landed on Eddie's thigh -since it was right there, pressed against his own- and he leaned in, cheek to cheek with Chrissy to ask: "Why are we whispering?" In the same not-actually-a-whisper, and clearly trying not to laugh even as he did.

Eddie couldn't help but laugh, a bubbling, liquor twinged laugh, between Chrissy's mock whisper and the way Steve had leaned in. He couldn't help but love the way she seemed so proud and smug. Chrissy held a sort of power of him from the moment they had meant, and only recently had she begun to realize it. He liked to see her like this, so confident she was almost glowing. And then there's the feeling of Steve's hand on his thigh, and he liked that almost as much. Between all of that, Eddie was the last to down his shot, the Fireball's spicy cinnamon tasted clinging to his lips.

"Because my girlfriend is ridiculous," He said with a grin, as he leaned in close as well. He tilted his head enough to press a kiss to Chrissy's jawline, as his hands went to her hips.

"You know I love you, sweetheart, but I need juuuuust," He stretched the word out as he eased her off Steve's lap and down to the other side of him. It was only enough to create a bit a space, her legs still dangling across Steve's lap. "A bit of space."

And with her out of the way, Eddie leaned over to take his own turn at Steve, kissing him a little less urgently than Chrissy had. He wanted to take his time, just in case this was the last time this happened.

Steve had been about to complain about Chrissy being moved, the hand still at her hip sliding down to catch at her knee where it was still propped across his lap, but as he turned to do so he pretty much turned right into Eddie's mouth and promptly froze.

Completely, utterly, startled-still.

It was probably a good thing, actually, that Eddie started at a lower intensity than Chrissy had, because it gave Steve a moment to realize that he hadn't just been aiming for Chrissy and had missed, and that he probably hadn't actually been teasing the many, many times he'd he'd proclaimed some variation on 'I could kiss you right now'.

Even once that had registered, it was still another beat before Steve relaxed into it, and a moment more before he was actually returning it, hand sliding from Chrissy's knee to Eddie's arm, almost as if he had to make sure he knew whose limb was whose.

Eddie could feel the way Steve briefly froze against him, winced as he thought this was all about to come to an abrupt end. It might have been that kissing Chrissy was one thing, something Steve would be happy to accept, while kissing Eddie was another. But no, after a moment he could feel Steve relax into it. And then he felt Steve return it in kind, and it made something hot stir deep within him. Eddie took his time then, no longer worried about things ending prematurely, but because he wanted to get a good taste of Steve. And god, it's amazing.

They went at it as the music pounded around them, only briefly unaware of Chrissy. Eddie didn't think he could really be unaware of Chrissy for more than a few moments. When he finally pulled back, he was grinning, the ear to ear sort, his face pleasantly flushed. Both arms were wrapped loosely around Steve, but his face went to his girlfriend in an instant, eyes shining.

"You were right," He breathed out, stretching himself across Steve so he could kiss her. He takes nearly as much time with her as he had Steve, not wanting her to feel left out. "Fucking incredible."

Chrissy may have been ridiculous, but she was also surprised at the fact she was hurt as Eddie slid her off of Steve's lap. She had claimed that spot first and it was hers! Only...she had invited him to kiss Steve too. And she knew she was in the way, but it still felt like she was being shoved out of the way so he could kiss someone else. So at first there was a little jealousy, less at the fact they were kissing, and more for the fact she couldn't still be a part of it.

But as she watched them, that jealousy sparked something else. It ran just as hot, but she recognized it for what it was. Longing. They were the hottest thing she had ever seen, and she found herself leaning in like she could actually take part and feel them too. She couldn't of course, and she contented herself with simply observing. Her teeth pressed against her bottom lip as she made a soft sound of want. Eyes wide, she watched the guy she love take his time with Steve Harrington, doing a far better job at seducing him than she had.

Eddie was holding onto Steve as he pulled away, her eyes going from that back to her boyfriend's face as he stretched in close to her. Any thoughts of feeling left out are forgotten as he takes his time kissing her and making it better. There was going to be some give and take with figuring out how this worked, and she was eager to try. But she wondered if she had come on too strong, if she had been too eager. Eddie was the one with the finesse and the patience here, and she looked to him with a lopsided grin as she pulled back.

"I told you," She sounded less smug and prideful than she had earlier, her generally soft manner of speaking finding its way back to her. "You two looked really great doing that."

The hand that had been on Eddie's thigh had somehow gotten pinned half-awkwardly between them when he moved, but he found that he could get ahold of Chrissy's ankle and was going to take advantage of that anchor point, thumb tracing an idle figure-eight against her skin.

The other hand, the one that had drifted to Eddie's arm he had actually gotten out of the way as Eddie sprawled across him to kiss Chrissy in turn, that hand landed almost awkwardly in the middle of Eddie's back, just pat-patting twice as Steve found himself essentially dogpiled under the two of them.

Which really was nothing new, but now meant that he had a front row seat to watch them together. Not that he hadn't been watching before, but now it was with actual interest instead of idle interest and mostly confusion. He didn't have to be polite about it, now, he had permission, unspoken, sure, but definitely there. Even so, his brows both lifted at Chrissy's quiet statement, "Yeah?"

Eddie remained blissfully unaware of her brief moment of jealousy, which was for the best. It might have broken his heart to see it, however brief it was. As it stood, the three of them had managed to quite comfortably settle in against each other. Yeah, there had been some brief awkward moments of limbs trying to find the right place to be, but Eddie found he liked their current set up a lot. God, he could get used to this.

"If it was half as good as what I saw, then yeah." Eddie laughed as he spoke, stealing one more kiss from Chrissy before leaning back. He kept one arm around Steve, while the other reached so it could land on Chrissy's thigh.

"We--" The sentence broke off abruptly, Eddie taking a moment to try and figure out just what to say. "We've kind of talked about you before. Talked about this kind of thing. Hopefully that doesn't weird you out."

Not like he thought it would, considering all that's just happened.

"Yeah," Chrissy softly responded to Steve, almost with a dreamy look on her face. Despite her temporary pangs of jealousy, this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. And she really just wanted to stop talking and enjoy more kissing. But Steve seemed relaxed, and Eddie looked like he was on cloud nine. And she wasn't going to ruin the moment by saying what she wanted.

Instead, she smiled and nodded a little as Eddie explained the situation. And with the boys no longer kissing one another, she moved to scoot up just a tiny bit more so one hand could touch at Steve's arm, while the other rested over Eddie's that was on her thigh. If she so happened to be guiding his touch a little more toward her inner thigh while they were sitting there, she was sure she could blame the alcohol.

They were completely entangled with one another there on the couch, right out in the middle of all the commotion going on around them. No one seemed to notice or care, and that was so freeing that Chrissy felt brave enough to speak up and tease Steve a little.

"It doesn't weird him out. Look at him."

She wasn't sure she had ever seen Steve look as attractive or desirable as he did right now, after they had all taken turns kissing. But just in case he was a little creeped out, her hand rubbed at his arm before her touch dropped away. She didn't have to crowd him.

The fact that no one was paying any attention to them was definitely part of why Steve was as relaxed as he was, but the fact that the two of them were at ease as well helped. Some kind of herd mentality that he wasn't thinking too hard about.

"It's a little weird." He replied, nodding, though the movement was more circular than anything, "But I am also really buzzed so it's not that weird." Which wasn't to say he wouldn't have been interested if he were sober, it was just that he would have ended up overthinking it if he was sober. A dry, wry little huff of a laugh followed as he lifted his hand from Chrissy's ankle, scrubbing it up over his face and through his hair, "And you two have been trying to clue me in for..." He shook his head, blowing a breath out, "really long." It seemed obvious, now, but definitely hadn't before.

He glanced from Chrissy to Eddie and back again, smile emerging as he snagged an arm around Chrissy's waist to tug her back into his lap, "C'mere, you were comfortable." Difficult to say if he'd meant he was comfortable with her there, or she personally had been comfortable there and he'd realized as much. Maybe it was both. But he turned to Eddie almost immediately, "And you, that was mean, pushing her off."

He leaned up to kiss the tip of Chrissy's nose, voice dipping to a not-at-all conspiratorial whisper, "Up to you, what's he get for it?" He still had one hand at Chrissy's hip now that he'd gotten her balanced again, and the other one was more deliberately on Eddie's thigh again, not moving, but definitely there.

"Yeah, well, I don't think we were that good about it."

That much was true, considering their plans had mostly consisted of being extra affectionate both with him and eachother. It would have been far easier to just say what they wanted, but that came with it's own complications. Mostly it was just the necessity of being clear and straight forward with each other, something that seemed impossible for most young adults. But they had bridged that gap, yes, with the thank of alcohol, but Eddie wasn't about to complain.

He smiled as he watched Steve tug Chrissy back onto his lap. She looked so perfect there, nearly as perfect as she looked on his own lap. If it were anyone else, Eddie thought his blood might be running hot with jealousy-- but with Steve, the sight was perfect.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm always the bad guy," He chuckled as the words left him, leaned in close so he could plant a few kisses agains the line of Steve's jaw. Fuck, it seemed so unfair that anyone should be so attractive.

"You know..." Eddie began, letting his fingers trace up along Chrissy's thigh, disappear beneath the hem of her skirt. "We're probably all too fucked to make the trip home. Maybe we should find a motel for the night?"

It was true enough that none of them was in the right state of mind to be driving, but the suggestion came with a far more devious origin.

"Please," Chrissy took no issue with having a begging tone, desperately wanting to get them both alone in a motel room. It was a big expense, but it would be worth it. Just so they could keep this going without needing to worry about what anyone else thought. Not that they particularly seemed to care about that now, but it almost felt like a situation that was too good to be true.

She was waiting for the bubble to burst, even as she gave a little whimper at the sight of Eddie pressing kisses to Steve's jawline. It likely had a lot to do with the anticipation of his hand slipping up beneath her skirt too, she wasn't really sure. All she knew was that she was incredibly aroused, and was currently sitting back on Steve's lap.

"Maybe he should have to watch us together first," she playfully suggested a "punishment" to Steve in a staged whisper, before her fingertips pressed against his cheek. There wasn't much effort to lean in and kiss him again, as her ass ground down against Steve's lap. Something needed to encourage him to say yes to a motel room.

"But I think he can get away with it by paying a kiss tax." Her lips brushed against Steve's as she spoke, but she leaned away enough her eyes could meet Eddie's. She was grinning, just barely able to hold in a laugh. Like she'd ever force him to watch and not be able to touch and enjoy. She wasn't mean enough to do a thing like that.

Steve was finding that he was having trouble focusing on both of them at once, because he'd been waiting for Chrissy's response, he hadn't actually processed Eddie's suggestion, at least not right away, and by the time he had, Chrissy was kissing him back, again, and there went his ability to actually respond for a moment, though his fingers tightened briefly where they sat as Chrissy rolled against him like she did. Between that and Eddie's mouth at his jaw it was a wonder he was having any kind of linear thought at all.

He did, however, smile as soon as she turned to Eddie again, turning his head a little to press a kiss against her palm where her hand was touching his cheek, just one noisy smack before he straightened, leaning back again, "Yeah. Yeah, we should get out of here."

Even when he's already seen it, the sight of Chrissy and Steve exchanging kisses and touch, it still drives him crazy. Crazy in the best possible way, in the way that made him want to see it again, and again, and again. Part of him thought he didn't even needed to be involved, would be happy to be an outside observer. Of course, there was far more fun to be had if he was an active participant, and Eddie couldn't help himself as he leaned in. He took Steve's lips against his own first, amping up from their last kiss, pressing into things hot and needy.

When he pulled his head back so he could kiss Chrissy, it was slow, languid and drawn out at every turn. He wanted to put on a show for Steve, to let him see the way their mouths met again, and again, and again. But now that they had all agreed to seek refuge in a motel room, Eddie found himself eager to get there. Once he felt he had given Chrissy what she was needing, Eddie was the the first to disentangle them from the couch. He offered a hand out to each of them, pulling them up and tugging them eagerly towards the door.

It wasn't a long drive, but Eddie had popped in one of his favorite tapes for the ride over, Iron Maiden blasting through the speakers. It was a blissfully short drive to the closest motel, and Eddie had volunteered himself as the one to go into the front office and make arrangements. When he returned, he was grinning ear to ear, coaxing both of them out of the van to follow.

"This should be good," He fumbled at the lock for a moment, before the door finally swung open. It was a shabby room, but clean and warm. There was a single king sized bed in the middle of it, and Eddie turned back towards them, his face the picture of innocence. "Oh, they said it would be two queens..." The lie was paper thin, only made the more transparent by the way he was all to happy to saunter inside. "Guess we'll just have to make do."

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Chrissy managed to behave herself while Eddie was in the lobby, singing and dancing in her seat to Iron Maiden instead of climbing over to crawl into Steve's lap. But by the time Eddie came to get them from the van, her patience was hanging by a thread. To her, what the room looked like didn't matter. All she cared about was getting to be here with them.

Eddie's lie was of course seen right through, and Chrissy cast him a knowing grin as she laughed and gave him a tiny push. Like she cared that there was only one bed.

"Guess we'll just have to share."

And given that was the exact moment that her patience snapped completely, she took no issue with undressing as she confidently made her way over to that king size bed in the center of the room. She removed her top and her bra, tossing the clothing onto the floor, but left her skirt on for now.

"You don't mind, do you?" That was asked to Steve, all pretense at this point, as she sat on the edge of the bed to remove her shoes.

Chrissy Cunningham spent her entire life never going after what she wanted. With Eddie's help, she now knew what confidence felt like. And she wasn't going to let herself feel anything but eager and happy tonight.

Steve had enough sense to lock the door behind them and throw the security latch, even as he said: "You're an awful liar, Munson, and you're lucky we..."

The rest of that sentence, something along the lines of 'already like you.' trailed off into nothing at the speed with which Chrissy had already started to strip, and he mostly just looked puzzled by the question, pointing loosely with one hand, an open, half-circular little gesture as if to indicate her current state of toplessness, "Mind this? No. Hell no. If I say I mind that you need to check my pulse and make sure I haven't been replaced with a pod person."

Horror wasn't generally his genre, not anymore, but Robin had been on a kick at the Family Video, and he hadn't been going to argue.

Eddie laughed as he watched Chrissy bound into the room, and is largely unsurprised by how quick she is to shed her top and bra. He moved to stand behind Steve, letting his arms wind carefully around the other man's waist, quick to pull him close. Eddie let his head drop so his mouth could begin work at the sweet expanse of skin there. The sight of Chrissy was enough to get anyone excited, and Eddie was as susceptible as any, despite the fact that he's already seen her like this dozens of times before.

"Feels like you've still got a pulse," He grinned as his mouth roamed over Steve's neck, and he could certainly feel the frantic pulse beneath his skin. Once Eddie had a moment to take his fill, he nudged Steve towards the bed, where Chrissy waited.

"Go on, don't keep her waiting." Eddie smiled at Chrissy over Steve's shoulder. The very idea of being able to watch them together sent a furious heat through him, and he decided he needed that as soon as possible. He took a moment to reach around and grasp Steve by the chin, pulling him into one last kiss before practically pushing him down onto the bed.

"Cheerleaders are crazy flexible, if you were wondering."

Chrissy was completely content to watch them hold one another and kiss, any trace of jealousy she might have felt back at the bar no longer present. She knew that Eddie still wanted her, and that it wasn't a matter of someone being more appealing than the other. This was about coming together, and right now, she very much was enjoying the sight of Eddie's mouth working Steve over.

She was wearing a grin by the time Eddie glanced her way, and she spared him a wink as she laughed, rising up to rest on her knees as Steve was shoved to the bed. He dropped into a sitting position, and she bounced a bit as he landed right next to her. It was so funny to her to recall how Steve had been at school back when he went to Hawkins, only to see how easily he bent to their will here with them. He really was interested in the both of them, and seemed eager to just go with whatever happened here tonight.

Crawling over to rest behind him, her arms draped over his shoulders as she leaned in close. It was a shame he still had his clothes on, because she couldn't wait to feel her bare chest against his skin. But good things came to girls who waited, so Chrissy contented herself to taste him again for now. Her mouth found his neck, working at the same trail of skin that Eddie had only moments prior. Of course, this was ruined as her flexibility was commented on, and she huffed out a breath as she pulled herself back a little.

"I don't think he was wondering," she pointed out, looking up to Eddie with a smirk. "But he probably is now."

Leaning back in, her mouth found his ear. "Tell me what you want, Steve." It was less a plea, and more a whispered command. She trailed her finger slowly down his back as she did, following the path of his spine.

His pulse definitely kicked up at the hold and the heat of Eddie's mouth at his neck, he'd never really considered the spot particularly sensitive, but it definitely seemed to be wired to send a curl of heat settling in the pit of his stomach right at the moment.

He also didn't mind being pushed and maneuvered to where they wanted him, it made things easier, since they had at least some idea of what they were after, while he would be happy with 'more' in whatever form that took, and Chrissy draped against his back, seeping heat through his shirt was definitely more. Of course, with her pressed that close and also gently mauling the now definitely sensitive side of his neck, he wasn't actually able to get the shirt off, though he did manage to kick his shoes off at least.

"What she said." He mumbled once Chrissy detached for a moment and he was able to string at least most of a thought together, because it was true, it hadn't even been near the top of his list of curiosity points, but it had definitely moved up now that he knew.

There was an actual shudder at the warmth of Chrissy's voice across his ear and his head dropped forward for a moment in a probably hopeless attempt to actually collect himself enough for an answer, but he did manage to get ahold of the hem of his shirt, working at peeling himself out of it even with her pressed against his back again, "Gimme a minute to catch up, you got a head start."

For a moment, Eddie chose to linger above the bed, just watching the two of them. Chrissy was the love of his life, he would do anything for her, and Steve-- well, that's a little different. He wasn't sure just what label to attach to Steve yet. Even if it wasn't love in the same way he loved Chrissy, he cared about Steve a lot, and felt the need to keep a careful eye on things, to make sure Steve was never in a position where he felt uncomfortable. It would be easy for this sort of thing to end with someone's feelings getting hurt, or worse, and he was determined to make sure that didn't happen.

"Hey," Eddie moved to drop to his knees in front of Steve, his hands reaching to assist in the removal of Steve's shirt. His breath momentarily caught in his throat at the sight of it, Chrissy and Steve pressed together and both of them looking so impossibly attractive.

"Anything makes you uncomfortable here, all you have to do is say stop," He reached to let his fingers brush gently against Steve's jaw, before stretching further to let them run through the loose locks of Chrissy's hair. "No questions asked, no hard feelings." Eddie flashed a smile, warm and impossibly charming, and one that reflected just how much he meant those words.

Eddie purposely kept his movements slow, allowing time for Steve to catch up, as requested. It was difficult to quell his own excitement, but he managed. Ultimately, Eddie decided he was quite comfortable settled between the other man's legs, showing no intention of moving. His palms came to rest against Steve's thighs, but he held them there, waiting.

There was a soft, breathy laugh as Steve scolded her to give him room to catch up. Her hands joined Eddie's in helping remove Steve's shirt, the two of them working seamlessly together. She needed to calm down and stop being so eager, or she'd wind up scaring him away. So she rocked back a little, letting out a slow and shaky exhale. She glanced down at her lap, hands flexing against her own thighs.

But when she looked up as Eddie spoke, she was captivated not only by the way he was smiling but the sight of him in between Steve's legs. She didn't even realize she was leaning in closer toward them until his fingers ran through her hair. And it was then that she thought about how lucky she was. She was the one that suggested this, the one that desperately craved it. But it was Eddie that so easily stepped into the position to lead and guide them through the experience. He was the one that put both herself and Steve at ease, and she loved him so much more in that moment because of how good he was to her.

"We'll go at your pace," she softly suggested, leaning forward over Steve's shoulder to press a kiss to Eddie's forehead. Her eyes took in the sight of Eddie nestled between Steve's legs as she pulled back, hands against his thighs. And her mouth felt dry as she licked at her lips and swallowed.

"I'm really sorry if i'm too excited." But there were no questions asked, no hard feelings. If Steve reached a point where he wanted to stop, she'd respect that.

"It's just...look at the two of you." God, they were the hottest thing she had ever seen. She wanted them both so badly there was an ache, but she could ignore it in favor of Eddie being the one to ease Steve into this a little more. He was better at that then she was.

Just having that moment to breathe and collect himself and while it was all still a lot, it wasn't borderline overwhelming as it had been, and he shook his head at Chrissy's apology, one hand reaching back to catch her wrist, tugging her closer again and bringing her hand around to rest it against his side, "No, don't be sorry, be excited."

He gave a little shake of his head even as his other hand curled around Eddie's forearm, thumb tracing an idle loop against his skin, "I'm okay." And he was, the fact that they'd both immediately slowed down already when he needed it was enough to solidify that much.

"It's... this is, you know, a lot. But I'm okay." For something that probably should have sounded halfway like he was trying to convince himself of it, it didn't, he actually meant it and wanted to make sure that they knew he meant it, "If that changes, you'll be the first to know. Promise."

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