eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[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.]

[heatmetal]

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. ]

[heatmetal]

[ it's so tender. sweet in a way that sets his skin ablaze with sudden desire. billy leans in and Eddie nearly yanks their lips together, tilting his head to devour those soft lips. Feels fucking undone by him each and every time they make contact.

Maybe it's that they're both monsters now. Or the shared trauma of their death. But his head spins and all he wants is Billy Hargrove. ]

You're gorgeous.

[camarod]

Mmm, [He's chasing that mouth, nipping lightly and grinning. ] Never had a complaint yet, yeah.

[It feels good to be a little cocky, to accept the attention and bask in it a little. He just wants so much, can't get enough of Eddie Munson. He sits back, breathes for a moment and reaches for Eddie's cheek, brushes a thumb over and swallows. ] Carver might've been onto something, because I can't get enough of you.

[heatmetal]

Got it this bad and you haven't even heard me play yet...

[ he leans into the touch, batting big brown eyes adoringly up at him ]

[camarod]

I'll make sure I swoon real good when I do.

[It's a nice promise. It means there's going to be an after when this all done. Thinks yeah, of course there'll be - who else is going to understand them quite like each other. ]

- I remember you promising to be mean to me, Munson. I think you might've been lying, you seem real sweet.

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I'm only mean in the bedroom, baby.

[ his smile is wicked at the edges. ]

We haven't even talked about safe words yet.

[camarod]

My bad, didn't realise we were in company. [All sarcasm. He likes Eddie soft too, he thinks. Could get used to taking up all his attention and compliments. But, you know. He's a brat. ]

Safe words - green, yellow, red. I'm real easy.

[heatmetal]

Shut the fuck up, man. I saw your face the moment you clocked the hanky.

[ he laughs and leans forward for another kiss. ]

Should've kissed you then. Kinda thought you might rip my face off, but it'd have been wortu it.

[camarod]

Yeah, maybe.

[Maybe not. He's not sure, really. He never got the courage to be anything more than an asshole to Steve Harrington, so who can say. What he does know, is, well, he's chasing that kiss. Moving to straddle Eddie real nice, hands either side of his head.

What he wants now, honestly, is his mouth and teeth on him. ] Maybe you would've put me in my place. Hindsights a bitch.

[heatmetal]

[ there's only a towel and a pair of tatty jeans between them. Eddie looks up, pupils blown wide with desire. ]

Lucky we got second chances, then.

[camarod]

Here’s to second chances, [he says before he inches down, nosing against him and then nipping at Eddie’s jaw. He kisses him slow, despite what he’s just been saying. Licks into his mouth like they’ve got all night. Fuck, maybe the do.

He makes a content sound at the back of his throat, almost like a purr and shifts his hips just enough to grind down. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie lazily explores the body above him. Hands sliding down his sides, up along the musculature of his chest. Tongue dancing along the sharp points of his teeth, grinning when it catches and he tastes iron. ]

[camarod]

[Billy’s all in after that first kiss. He kisses lazily until he’s breathless and half hard under his towel. Finds himself melting under Eddie’s hands, and then goes a little stupid with knowing he can kiss wherever he wants. So he does: teeth and tongue along his throat, palms hot against his sides.

He kisses down to tease a nipple and then breaks, looking up at Eddie through his eyelashes, cautious. ] I really want my mouth on you, but - you gotta tell me if it starts to hurt. [The leg, he means. ]