eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[camarod]

I'd get everything.

[The house. The money. He swallows, and then swoops down, kisses Eddie desperately. Grateful; terrified. ] I'm - [He can face his dad. He can. He will. ] Yeah. Yeah ok.

[heatmetal]

[ eddie scatters soft kisses across his cheeks, stroking thumbs along those lovely cheekbones. ]

He can't hurt you anymore, big boy. You've got superpowers.

[camarod]

I've got teeth.

[There's hysteria bubbling again; a laugh, pressing his forehead to Eddie Munson. It's been less than a day, and he thinks yeah. Ride or die. ]

We gotta be smart about this.

[heatmetal]

Yeah... Yeah.

[ Can't tell the kids. Can only explain after. He slides his arms around Billy's neck.

His mind is whirring. Pulling up what he remembers from his messy messy childhood. ]

I know a place we can crash while we get things together... We probably gotta bleed me a little. Make all this look fresh...

[camarod]

Yeah. We're gonna need - a fridge. Somewhere real cold.

[He swallows; a little light headed. ] But yeah - okay.

[heatmetal]

[ it's not reefer Rick's. That's out of bounds. But there's another buddy's place they can crash. Eddie kisses him once more and then gestures at him to stand. ]

We gotta go out my window... And we're gonna need to cover our faces. Borrow a car. This place is a little out of the way.

[camarod]

You said Susans next door?

[This is workable. He stands, rubs his hands down his jeans. ] She's got all these scarves and shit. Car might take a minute.

[heatmetal]

So long as nobodys there to see you...

[ bracing himself to try to stand. Hurts like a bitch but he's upright. ]

There's a guy a ways down from the park. Never home. Cars are usually unlocked.

[camarod]

I'll be careful. If she's there, then, what. The guy who's never home probably has something.

[Eddie you have bandana on your head. ]

[heatmetal]

[ ITS COVERED IN BLOOD. ]

Then we grab my uncle's hats and use some of my shirts as a mask.. Actually. Might be the better idea. Less risk

[camarod]

Great. Problem solved. [he is not happy about the hat but look, he’s grabbing one from Wayne’s collection, using a spare scrap of shirt to tie round his mouth. ]

Practice walking, okay? I know it hurts, killer. Push through for now.

[heatmetal]

I'll be fine.

[ hurt is putting it mildly. His leg does not want to move right. The remedy for it is eventually found - a larping staff from long, long ago tucked in a coat closet. It lets him keep the weight of the ruined leg, bracing himself as he goes.

He's white-faced and sweaty when he gets to the row if hats, pulling his hair into a bun and perching it stop his head. They're Wayne's least worn, least extravagant ones.

Eddie licks his lips. Decides fairly quick that moving like this won't work, and hobbles to his room for his stash. Hunting until he finds the bottle he'd nearly forgotten about - not shit he likes selling. ]

Gonna be popping these like tictacs for a bit... Fuck, Hawkins PD seriously missed all the premium shit in here.

[camarod]

[He’s watching, again. Still hysterical under his skin. Still agitated. He lets Eddie do it all: gives him room to adjust, to fail, and when he’s got his good stuff, Billy relaxes. ]

Don’t take ‘em all. I’ll be back in ten.

[Five to find keys. Five to hotwire if he can’t. Either way he has a car, ready to go.]

[heatmetal]

I know how to pace myself, big boy.

[ he gives him time. Hops out the back window - fabric between his teeth to muffle any noise - and meets him closer to the entrance of the park to draw less eyes. ]

[camarod]

[He can’t really drive like himself, is the thing. So when Eddie’s in, directions spelled out, Billy keeps his gaze moving between the speed dial and the road just dying to floor it.

He misses his baby so much. ]

[heatmetal]

[ the place they're going to is far less nice than Rick's.

It's got water, a fridge, food and electricity but not a whole hell of a lot else. Once they're out, Eddie is yanking a tarp out of the shed to throw overtop if it. ]

Okay. [ he sounds tired, nodding to the doors. ] keys under the mat.

[camarod]

[It’s a real shithole, but to be fair. they also look like shit. Billy won’t complain, not even when they’re inside away from prying eyes.

He’s mostly slow - letting Eddie grab his arm or back if he has to. ] Who’s place is this?

[heatmetal]

Buddy if mine in Indy. He only comes up in the winter... Uses it as a retreat to write songs.


[ he's holding tight. Once they're inside, he's collapsing into the queen sized bed that takes up most of the space. ]

[camarod]

He got a shower?

[he is slightly hopeful. doesn’t want to hover either, like he’s already showed too much intimacy that it might become annoying.

but, you know. he’s also not opposed to being naked by a kitchen sink with a wet towel.]

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Only stays hot for about a minute.

[ better than nothing. ]

[camarod]

That's workable. Do you want a shower? I could probably swing a bedside sponge bath, too.

[He's already stripping. This is just one of those natural occurrences, like all he needs is an excuse to start shedding clothes. ]

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[ his eyes are glued to that exposed skin. it's a little shameless, but he knows billys batting for the same team now so there's no point downplaying it. ]

I'll take the sponge bath from the gorgeous nurse.

[camarod]

I've heard my bedside manner needs some work, but I'll be nice.

[He is preening, a little. Slows down as he slips his jeans off, catches Eddie eye and finds his lips twitching. The boxers are next.] Hold tight, killer.

[There is at least two minutes of hot water, which is enough time for Billy to wet his hair and rinse the grime. He scrubs himself raw with a soap bar, looks around for something resembling a bucker - finds an old baby basin which, yeah, it'll work. He fills that while he rinses, tossing the soap into the water after the fact.

One towel goes around his waist, and the other tucks under an arm when he finally exits. It's cold as shit, sure, but Billy's used to it. Eddie probably is too, if he thinks hard enough about it.]

Take your shirt off at least. Looked like your chest got the second worst of it all. [Yes, he is doing this in a towel. No, he will not be taking questions. ]

[heatmetal]

This the premium service?

[ too bad, questions are a given. Eddie pulls the shirt off his head and tosses it. Should maybe be conscious of the fact that he isn't a goddamn work of art like Billy, but it's hard to think about that when he just wants those lovely hands all over him. ]

[camarod]

It's the half-assed I'm tired service.

[The towel's going to be cold. But it's soapy, and Billy has a hand on Eddie's hip as he starts at the shoulders. Gentle scrubs his way down his back, presses a kiss to the back of his neck for good measure. The arms are next, and Billy's real gentle over the scar tissue, even gentler as he scrubs between Eddie's fingers, one at a time. When he comes to the torso and the stomach, Billy is a tease.

Starts at the sides, works away the dried blood and dirt, sprawls a hand across Eddie's chest, thumb close to a nipple and wets his lips. Works lower on one side before he leans over for the over and repeats. He does his face last; rinses the towel out good before he starts across Eddie's forehead and then down his brow and nose, across his eyes and cheeks. He's so careful around his throat, and when the worst of it is gone and Eddie is scrubbed pink, he drops the towel between them and leans in, like he can't enough of kissing Eddie Munson. ]