- RETROMIX + HEATMETAL

[camarod]

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[retromix]

[ 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.

[heatmetal]

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.

[retromix]

... 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.

[heatmetal]

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 ]

We talked a little after you passed out.

[retromix]

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. ]

What did you talk about?

[heatmetal]

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.

[retromix]

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.

[ Raising his brows! ]

[heatmetal]

Hey, hey, he's getting one song.

[ 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.

[retromix]

That's what I like to hear.

[ 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.

[heatmetal]

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.

[retromix]

"Munson and me". That's what I said.

[ 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.

[heatmetal]

[ 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. ]

You ready to see what kinda trouble we're in for?

[retromix]

[ Seeing Eddie happy settles the worry Steve has been carrying in his bones since yesterday and he nods, following him out. ]

Let's go wake up the cranky evil queen.

[heatmetal]

Shame we don't have your oar to prod 'em with.

[ 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. ]

[retromix]

[ Peeping around Eddie ... ]

[camarod]

[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.]

[heatmetal]

[ how the fuck is this his life.

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.

[retromix]

[ Holy shit. Steve is distracted from everything about that scene only by Eddie's alarm. He hisses a whisper, scoffing. ]

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!

[camarod]

[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.

[heatmetal]

[ 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. ]

[retromix]

Oh my God, okay. Wakey, wakey!

[ CLAPCLAPCLAP!! Steve strides into the room, flicks the corner of the bedsheet over Billy's modesty, and heads through the crap on the floor toward the curtains that he yanks open. ]

Rise and shine, the sun is up and so should you be!

[camarod]

Don’t threaten me with a good time, [he starts with, then hisses at the sound of Steve’s goddamn voice and hands. When he’s close enough, he yanks a free pillow and throws it directly at him.]

Shut up, shit. I carried you home, let me sleep - [the AUDACITY.]

[heatmetal]

Seems like you had a preeeetty good time all over my sheets already. Get up. We'll go get something hot and greasy to kill the hangover.

[retromix]

I'll say thank you by buying you breakfast. Get up already, I had way more to drink than you and I'm a functional human being.

[ The sex burned a lot of that alcohol off as sweat, honestly. No need to share that. With nothing else to do, Steve starts picking up tshirts to toss into one pile, halfheartedly cleaning up. ]

[camarod]

I’m not hungover you shitheads, [which is true, mostly. All his aches come from that thing he sees every night - the dark wizard as Steve had put it. He’s not saying that, though.

Fuck it all though. He can’t stay here, so up he gets. He grabs a shirt from Steve’s pile, gives him a sweet middle finger before he strides by Eddie to the edge of the bathroom where his jeans are. Like he cares about what they see when he bends down go grip them up. Before he closes the door to take a leak, he turns to Eddie, expression not softer, but less of a jackass -] I owe you a joint, [and in he goes. ]