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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[heatmetal]

[ thinking about wayne is unexpectedly difficult. eddie goes a little quiet, immensely thankful for the kindness of dustin henderson. hopefully someone's making sure the man eats. that he's not just roaming the streets of hawkins putting up fliers, trying to find his troublemaking nephew.

eddie tries to push the thought down. blinking past the burning in his eyes, trying to focus on the warmth of steve's touches. ]

Dunno. I still haven't even figured out what mine are.

[retromix]

Pft. [ Gesturing to himself, Steve scoffs. ] C'mon. Seriously? Clearly being a master of seduction ranks there somewhere.

[heatmetal]

Now, I want all of this [ he runs a hand down Steve's chest ] to be all me, baby.

[retromix]

[ Steve shivers. He drags Eddie closer by the hip, leg curling tighter. ]

Afraid I'm going to run off and leave you in my dust, Munson?

[heatmetal]

More like one day I'll wake up and you'll have just been one glorious wet dream.

[ Jesus Christ this man. He soaks in the shiver, the heat of him. ]

[retromix]

You might wake up but I won't be a dream, even if I am wet.

[ His chest shakes with laughter as he grins, waggling his eyebrows. ]

[heatmetal]

[ disgusting. he laughs and leans in, kissing him soft and sweet. ]

[retromix]

[ The tenderest, sweetest smooch ... and then he splats his hand in the middle of Eddie's face to shove him sideways, reaching into his own back pocket for his phone. ]

Now go entertain yourself while I talk to Hargrove.

[heatmetal]

[ WOW???? flopping dramatically on the bed, clutching a hand to his chest. ]

You are a cruel, callous man, Steve Harrington.

[retromix]

You're the one encouraging me to pay attention to half-naked men.

[ TELL HIM HE'S WRONG! Oh wait, Eddie can't! ]

[heatmetal]

Oh yeah? Uh-huh? While you got this half-naked man [ okay like maybe a quarter naked, his jeans are sliding pretty far down ] in your bed?

[ but he's kidding, and he makes it clear with a wide grin before steve can slip into worry mode. ]

Have your little feelings fest.

[retromix]

I'm going to get you a hundred-percent naked later, I have patience.

[ Shooting him a narrow look! Steve sits up against the headboard and starts texting, feet nudging at Eddie. ]

You could make us something to eat.

[heatmetal]

[ cackling, letting his fingers dance along steve's feet before sitting up. ]

So order take-out. Got it. Try not to kill each other while I'm foraging.

[retromix]

One of these days I'm cooking us a real meal ...

[ Ah! Ticklish feet!! Off the bed, demon. ]

[heatmetal]

[ clocking that for mischief later. ]

You can cook?

[retromix]

Well, yeah, it's not like we've had any staff since I was thirteen.

[ Old enough to operate the oven, in other words. ]

[heatmetal]

[ "staff". eddie shakes his head, trotting towards the door. ]

Get you a boy that doesn't know what ravioli straight outta the can tastes like.

[retromix]

Get you a boy who knows how to make it from scratch.

[ Blowing him a kiss. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he mimes catching it, swooning. ]

YOU HAVE ONE NEW NOTIFICATION

[camarod]

BILLY H has uploaded a new post.

BILLY H has uploaded a new video.



[in the earlier hours, long after Billy’s dipped and rode back home, there’s a ping. it goes out to all his subscribers: a soft launch, of sorts. an announcement. with it there’s a video.

it’s Billy, clearly. the scars, all the way down to the dips of his hips. up by his chest, some against his arms. his thighs are unmarked: tanned and taught, slightly spread while he works. work is simple: he palms himself slow through his briefs. works it with slow, methodical, just enough to get his breath hitching. he’s already half-hard, like the very idea of filming was enough to turn him on. maybe it was.

his face is just out of frame though, the focus very much on his hand at the moment. how he works himself hard, until his cock is straining against his underwear, damp at the front and tight.

then he reaches: changes the angle to capture his face. grins lazy and a little high, wets his lips real slow and inches his briefs down. let’s his dick smack free against his thigh, hisses at air and spits on a palm.

he takes this slow too. deliberate, slow and firm strokes, moves his hand just enough to get his head tilted back, throat exposed as he groans out a fuck, squeezing around the head and then smoothing over the tip with his thumb. Billy Hargrove puts on a show. edges himself to the brink and back; does it again and again until there’s tears in those pretty blue eyes, until he can’t stop his own twitching, has a hand loosely around his own throat as he fucks into fist. he’s loud, shameless; he comes with a startled cry, spilling over his hand, twitching in the aftermath.

he almost sobs with the release. pants, catches his breath and then lifts his hand to lick his knuckles and fingers clean. his head lolls to the side, his grin completely fucked out.

just a few moments, just a beat of his breath steadying, and then it ends.]

s. harrington, text;

[retromix]

Can you meet me in your room? I made you something.

Re: s. harrington, text;

[heatmetal]

just got the phone fixed on my way back now

[retromix]

Cool, I'm outside the door.

[ Wearing a powder pink sweater over his jeans, Steve is almost the same shade as he wears a blush. His hair is tossed and he's avidly reading a dog-eared, well-used piece of paper, leaning on the door. ]

[heatmetal]

[ how does Steve look so good in everything he wears? Eddie gets a spring in his step as he rounds the corners his whole face lighting up. ]

Hi, handsome.

[retromix]

Hey! Hi.

[ Paper hastily folded, he leans in for a peck of a kiss and rests an elbow on the wall, super casual. Yep. ]

Just, uhhhh, checking in! I've got some questions. Nothing bad! Just ... curious inquiries.