Warnings: language, unprotected sex, first time
I looked around the junkyard, my heart beating against my chest. I felt Steve step next to me, his hand brushing against mine. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms and sob.
The kids started talking about where those creatures could have been going but I was too focused on trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened. Eventually, the kids left and it was just Steve and I in the junkyard.
"Are you okay?" He asked softly.
Those three words made me break. I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the sob. My knees gave out, but Steve caught me. He pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"It's okay," he hummed. "We're okay."
He slowly pulled out of the hug, smiling down at me. My breath got caught in my throat as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, his hand still holding my face. "Ever."
It might have been the adrenaline coursing through our bodies, but what we did next is the last thing either one of us expected to do. We closed the gap between us and pressed our lips together.
We didn't hesitate to get into the kiss. I threw my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist. We pulled each other into our chests, holding onto each other as tightly as we could.
I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. We looked into each other's eyes, the adrenaline still pumping into our veins. He reached up and gently moved a piece of hair out of my face.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered. He grabbed my hand and started leading me to his car but stopped. "Unless you don't want to?"
"I do," I said quickly. Steve's smile made me blush. "But. . . My parents are home."
"Mine aren't," he smirked.
"Then what the hell are we still doing here?"
* * * * *
We fell into Steve's bedroom, our lips rarely apart as we collapsed onto his bed. He instantly hovered over me, grinding our bodies against each other. I let out a small moan as I reached up and tore Steve's flannel open. I dragged my hands up and down his chest. Steve broke the kiss, moaning loudly as my nails dug into his skin.
"Fuck," he groaned. "I've dreamt about this, baby girl."
I moaned at the nickname and arched my back, hoping to get closer to him. Suddenly, the look in his eyes changed. He leaned down on his elbow, hovering even closer to me.
"Y/N," he whispered giving me chills. "Before we do anything, I want to make sure you're okay with this. You are the most important person in my life. The last thing I want to do is mess this up."
"I don't want to mess it up either," I said softly. "If we do this, it'll be crossing a line we can never uncross."
"I'm ready to cross that line," he said without skipping a beat. "Are you?"
I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he started kissing me back. Without breaking the kiss, Steve reached down and slowly slid my shirt up my body. He hesitated when he got it just below my breasts. I broke the kiss and pushed on his chest.
Steve was about to say something but stopped when he saw me grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head. As I brought my shirt over my head, it revealed his smirk as he scanned my almost bare chest.
With us still sitting up, I reached down and undid his jeans. He smirked as he looked directly into my eyes and undid my jeans at the same time. Neither one of us looked away from each other's eyes as we undressed each other. Our shirts were tossed to the right. Our pants were tossed to the left. His boxers were tossed behind him. My underwear followed his boxers.
When we were naked, Steve closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss started off gently but it sped up once we started feeling our skin touch in random places. Our lips moved rougher. Our tongues started to dance. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, taking in every inch. My hands went up and down his back, spending time at his ass. His hands went up and down my stomach, spending time at my breasts.
Our pelvises were smushed together, inches from officially crossing the line between friendship and something else. Steve unwrapped his hand from my breast and reached over. I broke the kiss and turned my head in the same direction his hand went. I watched as he opened the drawer to his bedside table.
"Wait," I gasped, stopping him from grabbing the condom.
"But. . ." Steve stuttered.
"One of my friends said it's better without it."
Steve smiled as he brought his body closer to mine. "But, baby," he moaned, "it's risky."
"The risk is what makes it hot."
"Hell yeah, it does," he grunted. "But with everything we just witnessed, accidentally getting pregnant may be the last thing we need right now."
"Good thing I'm on the pill," I smirked as I slid my hands down his back until I reached his ass. I squeezed his cheeks, making him release a deep-throated groan.
I gasped, arching my back when I felt the pressure of Steve pushing into me. We both breathed shakily, slight whines escaping from both of us as we got used to this feeling. I slid my hands up his back, clutching onto his shoulder blades as he started to move. I could barely breathe as Steve slowly pushed in and out of me, all while sucking on my neck.
"Fuck me, Steve," I moaned.
"For as long and as many times as you want, baby girl," he mumbled against my jaw. "But I need you to do something for me."
"Anything," I begged. I arched my back when he went a little further into me. I gasped when he bit my earlobe.
"Call me what you used to call me," he moaned. "The nickname you gave me when we were little. The one I asked you to stop calling me once I made the middle school basketball team. The one I've been dying to hear you call me again."
I pushed on his chest, pulling him away from me when I knew exactly what he wanted me to call him. With him still inside me, I wrapped one of my legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into me.
"Shit," he growled as he leaned back without moving his hips. "Do it, baby. Please call me it."
"Anything for you," I stalled. I leaned in so my lips were brushing against his ear as I added, "Stevie."
"Fuck yeah!" Steve yelled as he pulled out of me just to push back into me, harder than before.
We rocked our hips against each other, pushing each other higher and higher. All the while, moaning whatever profanities and sexy names came to our minds.
"Again," he ordered through his teeth.
"Oh, Stevie," I moaned as I squeezed myself around him. He swore under his breath as he froze, waiting for me to do it again. I watched his face scrunch as I continued to squeeze him.
"Do you like this, Stevie?" I purred. "Tell me, Stevie. How does this feel?"
"So good, baby girl," he moaned. "Keep going."
"Anything for you, Stevie."
Steve smashed his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I continued to moan his favorite nickname every chance I had. We were so close to finishing, neither one of us bothered to slow down. We didn't want to slow down. We wanted to release.
Steve and I let out matching moans as we reached our peaks. We rode down together, still pressed to each other. Once we had come down, he gently pulled out of me. He leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine before he rolled off of me.
He laid down next to me, instantly reaching over and grabbing my hand. I closed my eyes and focused on his breathing.
"Crazy," Steve laughed, being the first one to break the silence.
"What is?" I asked as I looked up at him to see him smiling at me. He rolled onto his side, turning toward me. I felt my face burning pink as I rolled toward him. I held my breath as he reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"That all this crazy shit got us to finally cross that line," he chuckled as he didn't let go of my face.
"Can I be honest about something?" I asked, struggling to breathe.
"Of course, baby," Steve said sweetly as he started dragging his finger up and down my arm. "You're my best friend. You can tell me anything."
"I've wanted to cross the line between friendship and more than friends for a long time," I confessed.
"Me too," Steve sighed. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. I clutched the blanket to my chest as I sat up next to him.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked as I wrapped my arm around his waist and cuddled into his bare chest.
He looked down at me and reached up, moving a piece of hair out of my face.
"I've wanted to take that next step with you for a long time too," he whispered. "You've been my best friend ever since kindergarten, but I fell in love with you in middle school."
"What made you fall in love with me in middle school?" I giggled. "I was dorky and shy and barely spoke to anyone."
"But you spoke to me," he continued. "You trusted me. You depended on me. You needed me. It was eighth grade when I finally realized it. I was the captain of our basketball team and you. . .
"I was a complete loser," I finished for him. "I spent my weekend studying and reading for fun."
"I was going to say that you were my biggest fan and came to every game," Steve corrected. "The guys caught on and started sending me knowing looks. Those looks eventually turned into teasing laughs and then escalated to gross jokes. I stood up for you and ended up punching one of the guys in the face."
"Wait," I said, sitting up and turning toward him, "is that why you were suspended from those two games?"
Steve just shrugged. "When I was on the bench, one of the other guys praised me for standing up for you. He told me that as your best friend, I should stand up for you. He then made a sly comment about me being in love with you. I looked into the crowd and saw you. You were smiling and cheering. Every once in a while, you would look at me. I spent the entire game watching you and figuring out if what my teammate said about me being in love with you was true. I realized that every decision I make, I make it with you in mind. I don't do anything without thinking about how it would affect you. After the game, I asked my mom what all of this might mean. She smiled and helped me realize that it was true. I was in love with you."
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile against my lips as he reached up, cupped my face in his hand, and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Our tongues danced as Steve pulled me onto his lap.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked, breaking the kiss and leaning my forehead against his.
"I was scared," Steve sighed as I leaned back and got off his lap. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest until he was holding me tightly to his chest. "I was worried that, by telling you, I'd lose you. I started overthinking things and the only outcome I could see was you laughing in my face and walking away from me. Forever."
"I'd never walk away from you," I whispered as I tucked more into his chest. "You're my Stevie."
"I never want to be anyone else's," he chuckled as he tightened his arms around me. We sat in each other's arms for a little bit, just enjoying our embrace.
"I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me how you felt," I whispered.
"Don't be," he said instantly. He grabbed my chin and made me look up at him. "I was a wimp. I told myself that I wanted to make sure you were ready and that I didn't want you to feel like I forced you to feel the same. When in reality, I was scared. I didn't want to lose you. Taking the next step and telling you how I felt was a big deal. Plus, if I told you how I felt and you felt the same, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist showing you how much I loved you. And I knew it would be your first time."
I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. Things quickly got heated as Steve pulled me onto his lap. Our lips moved messily in sync as we brought our bodies closer together.
Steve held me close to his chest as he rolled us over so he was hovering back over me. I took a shaky breath when he broke the kiss and immediately connected his lips to my neck.
"Stevie," I stuttered.
"Yes, baby?" He asked as he pulled away.
"I love you, Stevie," I whispered, "but can we not go again? I'm still kinda. . . sore."
"Of course, baby," he said, the look in his eyes slightly changing. "I'm sorry, gorgeous. I shouldn't have. . ."
"Stop," I cut him off. "You weren't forcing me, Stevie."
He smiled and let out a small chuckle as he rolled off of me. He pulled me into his chest and grabbed the blanket, pulling it up over both of our bodies.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered. "And I promise to take care of you."
"I love you too, Stevie."