SURPRISE PARTY (KINDA)!
( suzie, do you copy? part 2 )
Ben walked up the driveway to Dustin's house, Max and Lucas on either side of him. He and Max were chatting away about the new Back to the Future movie, and Lucas would throw in a comment every now and then. The group were all meeting up at Dustin's house to surprise him when he returned home from camp, which would be in about an hour or so. Max pushed open the front door and lead herself and the two boys inside. Mike and Eleven were already there, sitting closely on the couch together while Mike whispered things to her that made her giggle.
Mike looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, standing from his seat, "Finally, you guys are here. We have to set up, he could be here at any time," the boy whined in that annoying way that he does. Mike's eyes scanned over the group as they all shuffled down the hall to Dustin's room, before falling on Ben, "Where's your boyfriend?" he muttered, the word leaving a weird taste in his mouth.
"He had to help his mom run some errands, so he can't be here," Ben answered with a shrug, moving past him to follow the others. He was almost successful, but a hand on his forearm pulled him back. He glanced over his shoulder to look up at the slightly taller boy. "What?" Ben asked.
Mike's eyes flickered over Ben's shoulder to make sure their friends were out of earshot, before he looked back down to Ben. "Can we talk? I... I miss you," Mike rushed out, his eyes widened before he shook his head furiously, "Not– not in that way! I'm happy with El! Just, um. I miss, you know, being friends with you," Mike explained quickly, whispering so the others wouldn't be able to hear the conversation.
Ben raised an eyebrow, taking in the way Mike shifted awkwardly on his feet and refused to make eye contact with him. How his hand had yet to let go of his arm. How his thumb started to lightly trace circles on his soft skin. Mike had to refrain from making a comment about how soft his skin was. He knew that would be inappropriate to say.
Finally, the boy sighed, "I don't know if that's the best idea, Mike... And, aren't we kinda friends now?" Ben tried to meet Mike's eyes, but he just wouldn't look at him. Ben picked up that Mike was obviously embarrassed about even asking. That he was scared of the rejection he would receive. And when he received it, it felt like a slap to the face. Mike gazed at Ben, not meeting his eyes still, but staring at the one freckle on the tip of his nose. "We aren't... We're, like, acquaintances. It's sad, Ben. We used to be such good friends before..." Mike trailed off, he finally locked eyes with Ben, then shook his head and pulled his hand away. "No. You know what? Never mind. This was a stupid idea."
Ben exhaled loudly as Mike brushed past him and disappeared down the hallway. Part of Ben wished he hadn't rejected the boy's offer of being friends again, but Ben knew deep down that if he hadn't, and if he had agreed to being friends again, that it wouldn't end well. He couldn't take being hurt by him again. Not when things were going so good for him. He assumed things were going good with Mike too, but now he wasn't so sure.
The party, minus one, were pressed up against the wall. Dustin had arrived from camp, and the group hid while he trudged moodily to his room, waiting quietly as Mike whispered to Eleven that it was go time. The girls eyes fluttered shut in concentration, and the sound of toys starting up and moving brought a smirk to Ben's face. Ben was sandwiched in between Will and Lucas. The boy looked down at Will and shared a mischievous smile with him, Will let out a quiet giggle before looking away.
As Dustin made it to the living room, Mike whispered, "Now!" to Eleven, and suddenly the toys powered down and stopped making noises. The group tip-toed out from behind the wall, trying to make as little noise as possible. Dustin was crouched down inspecting his toys, his back was to his friends so he couldn't see them. Lucas held up a Welcome Home Dustin! sign as everyone put the party horns in their mouths. Max held her fingers up in a countdown, and when her third finger went up, everyone blew their party horns at once, making loud sounds.
Ben did expect Dustin to scream like a little girl, but he did not expect him to spray hairspray into Lucas' eyes out of retaliation. The boys both let out high-pitched screams, Dustin's from surprise and Lucas' from burning pain. Ben had made sure to pull both Will and Max out of the way so they wouldn't get hairspray in their eyes. He couldn't help but let out a loud laugh once Dustin finally lifted his finger from the nozzle and ceased the attack on Lucas' eyes. Max ushered Lucas to the kitchen quickly to help rinse his eyes.
It was quiet for a moment, before Ben lifted his arms out by his sides, "Welcome home?"
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"You should have been there, Dyl! It was so funny. They were both screaming like little girls!" Ben said in-between laughs, his straw was settled between his teeth as he bit down on it and sucked up the last few drops of his vanilla milkshake. He left Dustin's house early, since he had promised he would hang out with Dylan for the day. It was her day off, and he hadn't seen her in a week, which wasn't acceptable to either of them in the slightest. They normally couldn't go longer than four days without seeing each other.
Dylan let out an amused snort from across from him. The two were seated across from each other at Scoops Ahoy, after walking around the mall for awhile, they decided to stop and get a milkshake. And Dylan wanted to make fun of Steve in his sailor uniform. She really got a kick out of it every time she saw him in it. Steve didn't find it as amusing.
"Can't say I'm surprised. I would've gone, but I don't necessarily like the little shits enough to hang out with them. Maybe Max, but not the others," she chuckled, her cheek resting on her closed fist. Ben nodded, "That's fair."
Steve suddenly slid into the seat next to Dylan, surprising the two. They peered at him curiously. He just smiled at them, "Hi. I'm on break and Robin is driving me nuts."
Dylan raised an eyebrow before looking over her shoulder towards the counter, where Robin was seen gloomily talking to the customers. It was obvious that she was bored, and she smiled as she locked eyes with the brunette. Dylan waved before situating herself forward again.
"How's your mission to woo the ladies going?" Dylan questioned, a smirk playing at her lips as she glanced at the boy next to her. Steve had his arm draped cross the booth behind her, his fingers lightly brushing against her bare shoulder. He groaned loudly, "Horrible! I can't score any cool points with them in this ridiculous uniform!"
Ben snorted, "Is it the uniform or are you just not as smooth as you think you are?"
Steve raised a finger at the boy, "I didn't ask for the attitude. I thought you were my pal, Benji! I thought we were bros! Homies!"
Ben blinked, "Please don't say that so loud, I don't wanna lose cool points by people thinking we're friends."
Steve spluttered in offense, and Dylan laughed from his side, extremely entertained by him getting bullied by a fourteen year old. Steve glared at her, but he couldn't help but smile at the sound of her laugh. Over the course of a few months, Steve had found that he was in love with Dylan's laugh. Honestly, he was just in love with Dylan. She was the realest girl he'd ever met. She kept things honest, she kept him in check, and she stuck around to make sure that he was being made fun of properly. There was no denying that he had a huge thing for her, but she was oblivious. Steve had only attempted to woo the group of girls earlier because he wanted to make Dylan jealous. Her lack of anger or bitterness towards the subject felt like a sucker punch to Steve's gut. He just wanted her to like him back.
Ben stood suddenly and tossed his milkshake in the trash, before turning back to Dylan. "I had fun, Dyl, but I gotta get back to Hopper's. It's getting late and I don't wanna get in trouble," Ben said as he leaned over the table and hugged her quickly, then let go and delivered a light punch to Steve's shoulder, earning a whine. "Later loser," Ben said as he turned and left the ice cream place.
Dylan sighed loudly before turning to Steve, "When do you get off?"
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Steve got off at 8pm, and he and Dylan had found themselves at his house. Steve was saving up money for his own place, but for now he still had to live with his parents. He usually wasn't happy when they were out of town, but he was that night. He didn't need his father to make a snarky comment to Dylan, since he knew that she would most likely be snarky back and it just wouldn't end well.
In his room, Dylan had jumped on his bed and laid flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling. "You could use some glow in the dark stars on your ceiling," Dylan pointed out. Steve stood awkwardly by the door, not really knowing what to say or do since he'd never had her over before. He ignored the inappropriate thoughts as he peered over at her on his bed.
Dylan propped up on her elbows, gazing over at him, "What's got you so quiet?"
"Nothing," Steve stammered, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. He was so glad he wasn't in his work uniform anymore. Dylan chuckled before standing up and trudging over to his window, looking out it at the pool and then up to the starry sky. "Stars are so pretty, you know?" Dylan asked.
Steve walked over, standing behind her, looking in between the night sky and the stunning girl. "Yeah... I know," He mumbled, eyes raking over her. He noticed how close he was standing to her, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Dylan looked over her shoulder, meeting Steve's gaze instantly. There was a look in his eyes that Dylan picked up on. Her breath hitched at the realization of how close they were, his chest touching her shoulder. Dylan turned fully, facing him completely. Neither of them took steps back or made any moves to create some distance between them. They gazed and gazed and gazed at each other, taking each other in.
When Steve started leaning in, Dylan stayed frozen in her spot. Not moving. Just staring at him. In a way that seemed like she was challenging him, like she was daring him to close the gap and do something. And he did. He pressed his lips against hers. They were so soft. He kept his lips slotted over hers for a few seconds, before pulling away, but keeping his face close enough that their noses were touching. Steve watched her curiously, waiting for her to do something. Push him away, yell at him, hit him. Kiss him back.
When Dylan seized forward, capturing his lips with her own with such a force, he let out a surprised gasp, but he kissed back almost instantly. What started as something so innocent, just a small kiss, turned into a desperate need to be even closer. Neither of them fully registered what was happening until Dylan's back was pressed into the mattress while Steve hovered over her and peppered kisses along her neck and jaw. They both seemed to realize at the same time, they froze, but neither of them said anything to stop each other. They didn't stop. Maybe they should have. Steve didn't want to, and Dylan didn't either. He made sure to stop long enough to ask if she was sure, taking in her flushed cheeks and blown pupils, shuddering at the sight. All she did in response was nod and remove her top.
Clothes were removed and tossed carelessly to the floor, eager hands slid over soft skin, desperate to feel every part of each other. Their hips moved together. Light gasps and moans escaped their mouths from the sheer pleasure. Steve panted against Dylan's neck, Dylan's bottom lip got caught between her teeth, Steve's shaky hand clasped her's. All the pent up tension and being touch starved lead to something that they both would probably regret the next day. But in that moment, all they could care about was each other. Being so close to each other, pleasing each other, feeling loved for the first time in such a long time. In that moment, they needed it.
It wasn't until after. When they were laying next to each other on their backs. When Steve held her until he fell asleep. When she had gently untangled herself from his hold and slipped her discarded clothes back on before quietly leaving the Harrington household. It wasn't until then that Dylan realized how badly she had fucked up.
( note! )
DYLAN BACK BAEEEE
i give u stevedylan. as a treat.
angst is coming for both stevedylan AND benmike tho because i crave angst ❤️
umm im sorry if the sex part was bad twas my first time writing something like that 👉👈
ughhhshds i hate my writing this chapter idk why i just want to rip my hair put reading it over
anyways its my birthday and i wanted to update so here you guys go <333 enjoy