[Eddie really is so goddamn pretty; brown eyes so dark that Billy could get lost in them, just stare and stare, counting the little flecks of light. He’s never been romantic, not even in California where he’d been a little freer, a little less tightly wound and more desperate for validation.
Maybe it’s the dying that changes you: maybe the painful non-death of being torn asunder and stitched back together new has rewired some old, jaded part of his brain into something lonelier, less resistant to accepting the way Eddie Munson makes him want to crawl somewhere inside of him so they’re one thing. Maybe it’s Steve Harrington’s blood that makes him want to give into those little fond gestures of love, like getting his hands on Eddie’s hair, or the way he’s getting used to just existing with him, soft kisses and comfortable silences.
Maybe it’s the relief of having someone like him. A little broken, a little in love with Steve Harrington because isn’t everyone?
Except - except no one else is getting to claim Steve Harrington the way they just have. No one else will ever know the raw, primal intimacy of Steve Harrington’s blood on their tongue while he ruts and moans for release. No one will ever get to see that side of Eddie either, and it makes that old, jaded part of himself thrum with mean, possessive glee.
He kisses Eddie, sweet and lingering. Finishes the clean up, wheels him back out to Steve’s dozing form and thinks Friday - Friday they can get the hell out of here and do all of this properly. ]
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Date: 2022-08-13 08:46 am (UTC)Maybe it’s the dying that changes you: maybe the painful non-death of being torn asunder and stitched back together new has rewired some old, jaded part of his brain into something lonelier, less resistant to accepting the way Eddie Munson makes him want to crawl somewhere inside of him so they’re one thing. Maybe it’s Steve Harrington’s blood that makes him want to give into those little fond gestures of love, like getting his hands on Eddie’s hair, or the way he’s getting used to just existing with him, soft kisses and comfortable silences.
Maybe it’s the relief of having someone like him. A little broken, a little in love with Steve Harrington because isn’t everyone?
Except - except no one else is getting to claim Steve Harrington the way they just have. No one else will ever know the raw, primal intimacy of Steve Harrington’s blood on their tongue while he ruts and moans for release. No one will ever get to see that side of Eddie either, and it makes that old, jaded part of himself thrum with mean, possessive glee.
He kisses Eddie, sweet and lingering. Finishes the clean up, wheels him back out to Steve’s dozing form and thinks Friday - Friday they can get the hell out of here and do all of this properly. ]