[ jesus christ. that's shooting straight to his dick. eddie reaches up with both hands, cradling steve's face like he's something precious as he falls back and pulls him back with him. ]
[ Steve learns the valuable lesson that there is no such thing as too much tongue when it comes to pleasing either sex. After covering Eddie in soft kisses that carefully avoid scraping teeth over scars, he learns exactly how to choke himself in record time and consequently how to breathe so he doesn't, making it not the smoothest blowjob any man has experienced by far but certainly one of the most enthusiastic, hot-wet and sloppy. He likes most how Eddie writhes and begs, how he tastes like sweat and salt, then burns the back of Steve's throat before he can pull off (because he's an idiot who has to try to go for gold first try), but it really is the sound of him getting off and the way Steve can feel it under his hands and mouth as quivering tension ...
He gets off with almost comical ease at the first touch of Eddie's hand, and then the world narrows to the bed and the way a beam of early sunrise cuts through the curtains, right across them.
That glass of water comes in handy.
Some time later, after snuggling and joking as they doze, Steve gives the ceiling a frown. ]
[ He's a lucky fuck and he knows it. Sinfully lucky. He'll never be able to forget those big brown eyes looking up at him, the wet heat of his mouth, the immediacy in which Steve got off afterwards. Jesus fuck.
He's near to dozing when Steve asks that question. And then those big brown eyes are snapping open. ]
Shit! [ he sits up. ] He was looking kind of off so I sent him to my room.
[ Steve continues to lie on his back, bringing a knee up under the blankets. ]
He probably feels shitty because he had to carry home the guy he has a crush on and leave him alone with his boyfriend with no payoff. He'll get over it.
[ Well, it's morning now. May as well sit up too, stretch, and without missing a beat kiss the confusion off that questioning mouth, tilting Eddie's chin to face him. ]
I'm not a loose woman, Munson. [ With finality as he gets up to find his slacks, he states, ] I just sucked your dick, you're my boyfriend.
Gotcha. Dicksucking seals the deal. [ he presses in for another kiss, and then: ]
But for real, babe, hate to tell you but I have a lot of illegal shit in my room right at this second. And we'd better make sure he didn't get into it.
... Yeah, that's actually a good reason to check up on him.
[ Steve is gonna go tame his bedhead in the bathroom, calling back. ]
He told me he was flirting, back in school. Got me alone in here and waxed lyrical about how cute I look when I'm upset or some junk like that, not the most flattering compliment I've ever gotten.
Yeah, well, [ he swings himself out of bed, wincing a little as he stands up on what is definitely a bruised knee. ] he was kinda eyefucking you all night. That guy has no game outside of raw sexual magnetism. Which... gets you pretty far in the circles we run in, honestly. Less if you actually give a shit about the person. [ and you were also eyeballing him too ]
Yeah, well, that raw sexual energy could do with a sweater now and then, it couldn't hurt.
[ Clothes, uhhh. Jeans and not one of Eddie's shirts, he feels like that's a running joke threatening to happen. Steve's head pops out the neckline and he turns down the collar, heading into the kitchenette. ]
Metal. How much Hawkins sucked. A little bit about you.
[ wiggling back into steve's pants because he's not even gonna try squeezing back into his pants right now. ]
I said I'd play him a song... told him if he reverted to his asshole ways, we were done. [ he clicks his tongue. ] If the kids turn up here and he's a little shit to them, I'll rearrange his face myself.
If the kids turn up here and anything hurts them, we take it out.
[ He can summon weapons! And bullshit, but that's not important. Point is, Steve is confident they have a decent shot at keeping the kids safe in this twisted dimension.
He comes back from the kitchen with a cold plastic cup of coffee from the fridge, a neat little pot of the stuff he bought in bulk. Eddie gets caramel flavour. ]
So you're gonna play him a private concert but not me? I see how it is.
[ Steve's fingers comb through Eddie's hair to gather it up, hips swaying in with the weight of a hand on his ass. His lips catch some curly tendrils of hair as he kisses down Eddie's exposed neck. ]
You better get all your groping in now, don't wanna upset Blondie.
Don't mind if I do. [ he'll gulp down the rest of that coffee and bring his other hand around, letting both hands admire how nicely steve fills out his pants. ]
So does he... know? It sounded like he knew and I didn't wanna out you.
[ it's fucking stupid to be this happy about it. eddie goddamn well knows it. he's nearly twenty and there's no reason why steve just telling someone they're together should make him grin like an asshole - but it does. there's a mean competitive edge to him that's smug about being chosen over a goddamn adonis like billy harrington. ]
Good. Uh... Good to know.
[ okay, but. right. drugs. he sneaks one last kiss and pulls back. ]
[ not that it worked out great for steve, but it's fine. eddie'll handle it. he'll just... carefully... open the door to his room nice and slow, bracing himself for a little carnage.
[He’s a restless sleeper. For the few hours he’s been in and out of the same nightmare, Billy’s half kicked the duvet away. It covers an arm and a foot now, while the rest of him is splayed naked. His cheek rests on an inner arm, his face more at peace now that his mind has gone blissfully blank.
Asleep, Billy looks harmless, maybe even vulnerable in his nudity, with the scars on show and his lips parted just so. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, subconscious paranoia telling him he’s being watched, but he’s so tired, he doesn’t want to open his eyes.
But consciousness descends on him slowly. A chill on his skin, a vague sense of crawling back into his own body. His forehead furrows as light begins to filter into his vision through the veil of his lashes.
There’s the small blessing that there’s no morning wood.]
he dies, wakes up in the future, starts dating steve harrington and rolls in to billy hargrove naked and stretched out on his bed like some glorious greecian statue.
his brain takes a second to reboot. then in a hushed whisper he's turning around to face steve, his eyes wide and face flushed. ]
I swear on Dustin's mother, this isn't what it looks like.
[There is a soft murmur; a weak little sound before he rolls his head and slings his arm over his eyes, croaking:] Shut the fuck up.
[So much chatter, it is Disrespectful.
His mouth feels dry, and there’s that tongue again, wetting his chapped lips before he also slurs, a little sleep loopy:] If I fucked Munson he wouldnt’ve managed to walk back to you.
[ jesus CHRIST eddie says under his breath, turning back around to face the naked man splayed out on his bed. and then back around to steve. not sure where the fuck to look. this is a new problem. ]
Bold of you to think I'd let you pitch, Hargrove. [ okay we're cool. this is cool. shit. ]
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He gets off with almost comical ease at the first touch of Eddie's hand, and then the world narrows to the bed and the way a beam of early sunrise cuts through the curtains, right across them.
That glass of water comes in handy.
Some time later, after snuggling and joking as they doze, Steve gives the ceiling a frown. ]
What happened to Hargrove?
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He's near to dozing when Steve asks that question. And then those big brown eyes are snapping open. ]
Shit! [ he sits up. ] He was looking kind of off so I sent him to my room.
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[ Steve continues to lie on his back, bringing a knee up under the blankets. ]
He probably feels shitty because he had to carry home the guy he has a crush on and leave him alone with his boyfriend with no payoff. He'll get over it.
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[ because he's maybe not the most stable person in the world? Eddie gives his head a shake, open to try to broach the subject but
Stops]
Boyfriend?
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I'm not a loose woman, Munson. [ With finality as he gets up to find his slacks, he states, ] I just sucked your dick, you're my boyfriend.
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But for real, babe, hate to tell you but I have a lot of illegal shit in my room right at this second. And we'd better make sure he didn't get into it.
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[ Steve is gonna go tame his bedhead in the bathroom, calling back. ]
He told me he was flirting, back in school. Got me alone in here and waxed lyrical about how cute I look when I'm upset or some junk like that, not the most flattering compliment I've ever gotten.
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We talked a little after you passed out.
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[ Clothes, uhhh. Jeans and not one of Eddie's shirts, he feels like that's a running joke threatening to happen. Steve's head pops out the neckline and he turns down the collar, heading into the kitchenette. ]
What did you talk about?
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[ wiggling back into steve's pants because he's not even gonna try squeezing back into his pants right now. ]
I said I'd play him a song... told him if he reverted to his asshole ways, we were done. [ he clicks his tongue. ] If the kids turn up here and he's a little shit to them, I'll rearrange his face myself.
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[ He can summon weapons! And bullshit, but that's not important. Point is, Steve is confident they have a decent shot at keeping the kids safe in this twisted dimension.
He comes back from the kitchen with a cold plastic cup of coffee from the fridge, a neat little pot of the stuff he bought in bulk. Eddie gets caramel flavour. ]
So you're gonna play him a private concert but not me? I see how it is.
[ Raising his brows! ]
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[ hm yes gimme gimme brainfast juice. he slides over, slipping his hand in steve's back pocket. ]
You've signed on for the full backstage experience.
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[ Steve's fingers comb through Eddie's hair to gather it up, hips swaying in with the weight of a hand on his ass. His lips catch some curly tendrils of hair as he kisses down Eddie's exposed neck. ]
You better get all your groping in now, don't wanna upset Blondie.
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So does he... know? It sounded like he knew and I didn't wanna out you.
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[ Steve cradles Eddie's face, smiling softly as he remembers Eddie questioning whether Steve wanted anyone to know about him at all. ]
I told him, yeah.
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Good. Uh... Good to know.
[ okay, but. right. drugs. he sneaks one last kiss and pulls back. ]
You ready to see what kinda trouble we're in for?
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Let's go wake up the cranky evil queen.
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[ not that it worked out great for steve, but it's fine. eddie'll handle it. he'll just... carefully... open the door to his room nice and slow, bracing himself for a little carnage.
and
well
well. ]
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Asleep, Billy looks harmless, maybe even vulnerable in his nudity, with the scars on show and his lips parted just so. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, subconscious paranoia telling him he’s being watched, but he’s so tired, he doesn’t want to open his eyes.
But consciousness descends on him slowly. A chill on his skin, a vague sense of crawling back into his own body. His forehead furrows as light begins to filter into his vision through the veil of his lashes.
There’s the small blessing that there’s no morning wood.]
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he dies, wakes up in the future, starts dating steve harrington and rolls in to billy hargrove naked and stretched out on his bed like some glorious greecian statue.
his brain takes a second to reboot. then in a hushed whisper he's turning around to face steve, his eyes wide and face flushed. ]
I swear on Dustin's mother, this isn't what it looks like.
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Because I really think you banged his brains out then left him a naked mess before coming home with me? Please.
We should close the door!
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[So much chatter, it is Disrespectful.
His mouth feels dry, and there’s that tongue again, wetting his chapped lips before he also slurs, a little sleep loopy:] If I fucked Munson he wouldnt’ve managed to walk back to you.
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Bold of you to think I'd let you pitch, Hargrove. [ okay we're cool. this is cool. shit. ]
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