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On my way up, he texts, after somebody in Neil's building lets him through the door. He makes his way up to his friend's apartment and knocks, leaning against the wall in skinny jeans and a t-shirt, his hair pushed back from his face. He's bought beer.
"Just trying to be a good guest, man," says Steve, holding out the six-pack out to Neil with a smile. "You can't turn up empty handed."
"I'm an easy guest, I promise," says Steve, wondering how long it'll take Neil to get to the point. They've been texting a lot and some of it has definitely felt like flirting. "I will take a beer, though."
"Biting?" asks Steve, arching an eyebrow and taking a swallow of his beer before he drops down onto the opposite end of the couch. "Should I be worried?"
A little shiver goes through Steve's chest, down into his belly, and he clears his throat before he nods.
"Yeah," he says. "You're probably right."
He's aware of the way that Neil's edging closer and closer to him and he sways in slightly, just enough that their shoulders touch.
"Me either. I mean, with girls. But never...never with another guy." Because it does feel like they're edging towards something.
The last time they made out, they'd both been pretty drunk, and they'd been dancing, and it had been a bit different. Now, Steve has barely a few sips of beer in him, but he can still feel the electricity, the desire, dancing under his skin. He nods.
"Fuck yeah," he says, grinning.
It isn't the first time the've kissed, and Neil is the only person that Steve's kissed since Hawkins. He keeps it slow, keeps it soft at first. He leans back in the sofa, and he lets Neil go as fast or as slow as he wants. But he definitely doesn't pull away.
It feels nice when Neil touches him, Steve finds, the almost cautious hand sliding up his arm. He leans into tit, pushing it a little bit harder, a little bit deeper, his own fingers coming up to brush along the side of Neil's jaw. The touch is light, almost fluttering - encouraging.
Neil's fingers feel good in Steve's hair and he makes a soft sound, smudged against Neil's lips. His own fingers move with more purpose, sliding against the side of Neil's neck to pull him in closer.
Steve finds himself quite content to be pulled down onto the sofa and, honestly, this position feels a lot more familiar to him. He sprawls out on the sofa, mindful, for a moment, of his sneakers, his body pressed against the length of Neil's, against his side, as they kiss. He keeps his hand where it is, cradling the side of Neil's neck, holding him to the kiss a little.
He's almost entirely on top of Neil now, pressed together at chest and hips. He can still feel that electricity, which makes him remember what he said to Dustin. The way that Neil wiggles underneath him draws Steve's attention to his own rapidly hardening cock. He pushes the kiss deeper, tilting his head to nudge at Neil's mouth, wanting to kiss him deeper.
He can feel Neil starting to get hard, feel himself answering, and his cheeks flush dark, but it just makes him hungrier. He kisses harder, squirming a little to press his hips down more firmly, with a little bit more purpose.
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