[ he scrubs a hand down his face, then shoves it through his hair. what does he even say. he scratches his throat, lets the words hang a little longer. if they're doing emotional honesty, then... ]
Being queer back home means you can't live out in the open. I always knew just how much of being me I could get away with being. Wasn't safe for me to come any further out of the closet, and wasn't safe for anybody dumb enough to hop onboard the freak train. They can spread the rumors all that want, but if they ever got any concrete proof...
[ he was already the town pariah. eddie sinks down further against his headboard. ]
I get it. [ Because of Robin. ] I mean, I see your point.
[ Time was, Steve was calling people queer and beating them up. Would he have beaten up Eddie? Not if that moment with the broken bottle was anything to go by in recent months, sure, but with a hoard of high schools goons at his back like Tommy H? He doesn't want to think about it.
He aims for a slightly lighter tone. ]
... So what you're saying is, I'm your first boyfriend.
[ eddie munson wears his reputation like armor. he's dangerous. he's mean, he's scary. he keeps everyone at arm's length and thrives on appearing unpredictable and wild, so they know better than to try. it wasn't always this way. back when he had a shaved head and no tattoos, back when people would gang up on him. wreck what little he hard. always keep him on the outside looking in.
but that wasn't where he'd learned to fight back.
the levity keeps him from wandering too far down that path. ]
You are. And the only date you've taken me out on involved a third wheel. So maybe you should be planning to make that up to me.
[ ... Hurriedly shoving some dirty laundry in the right basket as he hangs up. Bit of tidying, then back on the bed as he waits for Eddie. Steve is antsy, heels digging into his duvet as he tries to be patient; as soon as he gets Eddie in his arms ...
His imagination is a hunting ground for one man called Munson. ]
[ usually other people's emotional baggage is his secret to keep. eddie doesn't go around telling other people's stories. it's the price to pay when you're easy to talk to and have a knack for picking up the damage.
the door opens and he sing-songs a honey, i'm home before flicking the lock and stepping inside, taking stock of the clean room with the visible floor and marveling as he does every single time. ]
[ If he did have a tail it would be wagging. He loops his arms around Eddie and tilts his head into the fingers combing through his hair, dropping a soft, sweet kiss by way of an apology on that praising smile. ]
Can we have five minutes of saying hello to each other first? Pretty please?
[ Steve bats his lashes, teasing and demanding in the same breath. They can talk about Billy, sure, but he missed Eddie and it shows in the way he sways into his body, kneeling on the bed like a begging supplicant.
Billy could have had a slice if he'd been nicer. ]
[ Those four minutes are sheer hedonistic bliss for Steve who gets his hands under Eddie's shirt and in his hair, pawing at him hungrily as the kisses turn filthy with an ease borne of comfort. Steve runs his nails up the back of Eddie's shirt to drag it higher and hikes up his knees to bracket him in, moving with him as they make-out, so that when their self-imposed time-limit is up Steve is pink-cheeked and breathless beneath him, dark eyes hooded, relaxed and happy. ]
[ this boy will be (and was) the death of him. eddie's brain needs a moment to reboot, trying to remember why he came in here if not to just ravage steve.
right.
right. ]
About Hargrove. Yeah. [ his eyes are on steve's lips. ] Uh... [ okay, look at his eyes. and while he doesn't move away, he does try to roll them into a better position to cuddle and talk. ]
[ Steve is absolutely no use as they roll onto their sides, fingers running idly in circles around Eddie's bare hip that somehow wriggled free of his jeans with all their squirming. He tips his head back and bites a lip. ]
[ god fucking damn it, harrington. eddie looks down at him, opens his mouth. pulls a hand free and holds up a finger, shuts his mouth and shakes his head. ]
[ Steve's bright, delighted smile is far less guileless, laughter sparkling free to shake Eddie pressed close. A long dark curl is twirled around his fingers as he cocks his head. ]
I'm just wondering if you ever miss me half as much as I do you, baby.
[ Fuck. He's being played here and he fucking knows it. But one of them is a theater kid. ]
I miss you more.
[ He takes hold of Steve's chin, head tilting to the side, letting his breath ghost across steve's lips as he leans in close. ]
Do you want to hear about all the nights I spent imagining you like this? How I'd take you to pieces [ kiss ] bit [ kiss ] by [ kiss ] bit? [ and then he pulls away ] Bring you right to the edge and leave you hanging just to listen to you cry my name and beg for sweet release?
But all that missing has given me infinite patience, baby boy. Something you're gonna have to learn.
[ The trouble is, Steve wants everything once he's had a single taste. Having had multiple, he whines in the back of his throat when Eddie chastises him and feels the weight of attraction only strengthen. God damn it.
He hikes his leg higher around Eddie's waist, giving a squeeze. ]
Alright, [ resignation tinges with a deep blush that rides low down the collar of his shirt, ] but this better not be a long conversation, Munson.
[ god, he's fucking crazy. prioritizing billy fucking hargrove's well being over how badly he wants to throw this boy down and ravage him properly, now that he's sure he's not going to skitter off just as eddie gets comfortable. god damn it. god damn conscience. god damn friendship. ]
Good.
[ give him a second to calm his dick here. ]
Alright. Look. Listen. Hargrove's not doing so hot.
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Rarely got names.
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[ His eyes widen as he pauses, the penny dropping in his head. ]
Oh. That's kind of sad, dude. I didn't know.
cw homophobia
Being queer back home means you can't live out in the open. I always knew just how much of being me I could get away with being. Wasn't safe for me to come any further out of the closet, and wasn't safe for anybody dumb enough to hop onboard the freak train. They can spread the rumors all that want, but if they ever got any concrete proof...
[ he was already the town pariah. eddie sinks down further against his headboard. ]
cw homophobia
[ Time was, Steve was calling people queer and beating them up. Would he have beaten up Eddie? Not if that moment with the broken bottle was anything to go by in recent months, sure, but with a hoard of high schools goons at his back like Tommy H? He doesn't want to think about it.
He aims for a slightly lighter tone. ]
... So what you're saying is, I'm your first boyfriend.
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but that wasn't where he'd learned to fight back.
the levity keeps him from wandering too far down that path. ]
You are. And the only date you've taken me out on involved a third wheel. So maybe you should be planning to make that up to me.
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1/2
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Yeah, I guess.
[ He was starting to plan a really good date involving an ice rink he saw, but he shelves that idea for later. ]
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You in your room?
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[ ... Hurriedly shoving some dirty laundry in the right basket as he hangs up. Bit of tidying, then back on the bed as he waits for Eddie. Steve is antsy, heels digging into his duvet as he tries to be patient; as soon as he gets Eddie in his arms ...
His imagination is a hunting ground for one man called Munson. ]
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the door opens and he sing-songs a honey, i'm home before flicking the lock and stepping inside, taking stock of the clean room with the visible floor and marveling as he does every single time. ]
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[ Steve all but bounces his way over the bed to kneel on the end, hands open to beckon Eddie over. ]
Come over here for a minute. [ Remembering what he was told earlier, he ducks his chin snd pouts like he's done wrong. ] Please come over here?
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Good boy. [ deep praise. he makes his way on over, reaching out to slide his fingers through steve's ridiculous hair. ]
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Can we have five minutes of saying hello to each other first? Pretty please?
[ Steve bats his lashes, teasing and demanding in the same breath. They can talk about Billy, sure, but he missed Eddie and it shows in the way he sways into his body, kneeling on the bed like a begging supplicant.
Billy could have had a slice if he'd been nicer. ]
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Four minutes. [ he slides onto the bed with him, kissing hard as he backs him back down against the mattress. ]
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So. You wanted ... to talk?
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right.
right. ]
About Hargrove. Yeah. [ his eyes are on steve's lips. ] Uh... [ okay, look at his eyes. and while he doesn't move away, he does try to roll them into a better position to cuddle and talk. ]
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[ Steve is absolutely no use as they roll onto their sides, fingers running idly in circles around Eddie's bare hip that somehow wriggled free of his jeans with all their squirming. He tips his head back and bites a lip. ]
You want to do that right now, big boy?
[ Touché, sir. ]
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This is playing dirty.
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I'm just wondering if you ever miss me half as much as I do you, baby.
[ Arching a brow to see how that goes over. ]
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I miss you more.
[ He takes hold of Steve's chin, head tilting to the side, letting his breath ghost across steve's lips as he leans in close. ]
Do you want to hear about all the nights I spent imagining you like this? How I'd take you to pieces [ kiss ] bit [ kiss ] by [ kiss ] bit? [ and then he pulls away ] Bring you right to the edge and leave you hanging just to listen to you cry my name and beg for sweet release?
But all that missing has given me infinite patience, baby boy. Something you're gonna have to learn.
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He hikes his leg higher around Eddie's waist, giving a squeeze. ]
Alright, [ resignation tinges with a deep blush that rides low down the collar of his shirt, ] but this better not be a long conversation, Munson.
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Good.
[ give him a second to calm his dick here. ]
Alright. Look. Listen. Hargrove's not doing so hot.
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I know, and I shouldn't let him rile me up. Guy got shish-kebab'd right after being used by Vecna for God knows how long.
He knows how to get under my skin.
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