eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

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[heatmetal]

[ jealousy isn't... a new feeling. but this brand of it is a hot iron, burning him as he swallows. one eddie doesn't entirely know how to handle, this, watching, feels an odd sense of... insecurity that billy wants to leave his own, separate mark on steve.

but he pushes it down. watching instead, ready to intervene if billy can't reign himself in. if billy loses it and takes more than steve can handle giving. ]

[retromix]

[ There's a lot more fear than there was with Eddie, the last time Billy was this close his fists were rearranging the meat of Steve's eyeball and lip. He tries to keep his eyes on the ceiling as the other man's mouth skids up the other side of his neck, wetting his lips nervously a moment before fangs break skin and he gasps, neck arching as it did for Eddie with Steve's body confused between the should-be pain and numbing pleasure that hooks a direct line to his groin. He bows forward with a buckle of knees and fists one hand in Billy's shirt, the other rising with a twitch at Steve's side, uncertain where to hold on or if he even should.

Fingers flex and tremble with every pull at his veins that sucks him dryer.

Steve pants open-mouthed, a groan whining free against his will. ]

[camarod]

[Billy wasn’t a monster, then. he’d been an angry, terrified kid, but he doesn’t expect anyone to care about that. Steve’s blood had smelled sickening then, though: had turned Billy’s stomach with every punch. now? well, now it shoots straight to his dick, which isn’t a new experience for being near Steve, sure, but Eddie’s still hot at his back and Billy feels a little lost in it.

he feels Steve bow forward, gives him easier access, feels the twist of his shirt and moans lower, like a cat purring. he blindly reaches for the other hand, holds it out until it finds Eddie’s shoulder, keeps Steve balanced when he pulls his teeth out, tongue lapping, mouth and saliva urging the wound to clot and close. his dead heart is racing, lips aching to stay on Steve’s neck, but he bows his head forehead onto Steve’s shoulder, panting, a hand still curled on his hip, his head spinning.]

- Fuck, [he has self control, okay. ] Fuck, you taste so good.

[heatmetal]

He does, doesn't he.

[ he leans forward, hooking his chin on billy's shoulder. he presses a chaste kiss to billy's now warm cheek, looping both arms around him and holding him close. ]

You okay, Harrington?

[retromix]

Uh huh.

[ He's weaker than he was after Eddie fed, having lost enough blood that he's light-headed like he stayed out in the summer sun too long. He slumps harder against Billy's hand on his hip, cheek in his hair. Balance shot. Too out of it to even be bothered by their fawning over each other right under his nose. ]

[camarod]

[this is a new thing: the feelings of having Eddie's chin hooked on his shoulder, of having Steve's cheek pressed to his hair. he swallows, curls an arm around Steve's waist to keep half-upright, and turns, just enough, to murmur against Eddie's cheek: ] He needs to lie down, baby.

[probably eat something - he can do that, in a moment. he hums, low, and stands slowly, takes Steve gently in his arms and turns him round, gets him on the bed for Eddie to rearrange more comfortably. he catches Eddie's eye, sighs and leans in and over, presses his mouth to Eddie's and murmurs, lower: ] We need to talk, [but first, this sleepy, anaemic mess at Eddie's side. ] Harrington, you hear me? I'm gonna get you a Reesce's cup.

[heatmetal]

[ that's not going to be a good conversation, but it's necessary. eddie runs from a great many things but he won't run if he causes someone else distress. that's not metal.

and so he nods and arranges steve beside him, pulling the blankets up to cover him and scooting off to the side. ]

[retromix]

[ Meanwhile, Steve is burbling to himself as he's laid down. ]

Ohhh, hello bed. Oof.

[ Thankfully he's off his feet because he gets the sensation he's falling when vertical. Horizontal is better, yes. Steve arches his back against the lingering threads of pain travelling through his shoulders and chest where numbing lips never touched, the ache of the bites like a throbbing heartbeat over his own.

He keeps his eyes closed, licking his dry lips. ]

You guys always have the biggest slushies at the mall, huh? Biiiig shakes. I could go for a shake too. [ Gasp, wait! ] Am I the shake?

[camarod]

[that catches him unaware: just how cute Steve Harrington is, completely out of it. his face does something that looks like a fond smile, eyes rolling as he kisses Eddie's cheek. ]

Yeah, you're the prettiest shake in Hawkins. [god help him, he's screwed. off he goes to raid a vending machine - maybe grab the PB&J Susan brought him earlier. maybe a cold coke, if he can find a nice nurse to flirt with.]

[heatmetal]

[ okay...

okay. maybe less bad than he thought. he catches that look. tracks it from billy to steve, sucking on his teeth as he considers that he might not be the only man head over heels for the former king.

he doesn't dare lay down next to him, but he does smooth that ridiculous hair. ]

You are the sweetest shake I've ever tasted, big boy. You even got that big old sourpuss smiling.

[retromix]

Pss, pss, pss! Oh, my bad, he's gone. I'm just gonna ...

[ Arms curling up on his chest, he rolls over and takes some deep, steadying breaths to try and calm his fluttering heartrate. ]

... have a nnnnnn. Mmm.

[ Little power nap, next to Eddie. ]

[camarod]

[he comes back armed with the PB&J, some chocolate and that nice, cold coke. he's grinning out the door at a sweet nurse, calling a charming thanks, sweetheart before he's in, closing the door with his heel. inside, the grin softens as he rounds back on them, dumping the snacks on the chair.

he sighs, running a hand through the curls, dragging the spare chair back over to slump into it. ]

So, [he says, voice quiet. ] Harrington.

[heatmetal]

... yeah. [ he looks down at the unconscious man, perhaps a touch guiltily. Then back to Billy, eyebrows slightly raised. It's not an accusation. Just an acknowledgement. ] Harrington.


[ billy is more his type than Steve. He likes them mean and bratty, likes them dangerous. ]

I didn't know he was interested in men until today. Doesn't change a thing, unless you want it to.

[camarod]

Yeah. Harrington.

[he could laugh. it's been a year, though. been a year on his own, eating monsters and trying to piece the parts of Billy Hargrove back together the right away. then there'd been Eddie, bright like sunlight, and now there's Steve Harrington again, who he's always been a little jealous of. always wanted, just a little.

it's going to get complicated, he knows. maybe fast. ] The blood's easy. This is - this is weirder. Right? The whole time I was pulling his pigtails and he only had eyes for Wheeler. I walk in and he's - he's into you, E. Like you were the only thing in the world.

[heatmetal]

He's still got eyes for Wheeler. [ six little nuggets. He remembers that speech, remembers making gagging motions and Dustin alternating between laughing and elbowing him to shut up. ]

He was a prick to me all through highschool. Or if he wasn't, one of his buddies was and he'd laugh about it. But Henderson convinced him I was innocent and we kinda bonded while sorting out the whole Vecna thing.

[camarod]

I was a prick to you in high school, baby.

[he gets it, Eddie, that's your type. ] I was a prick to him, too. [much worse than he was to Eddie, in the end. ] What do you wanna do about him.

[retromix]

[ Steve snores softly. ♥ ]

[heatmetal]

For like a year. And that was only because you found me sooo hot.

[ he flutters his eyelashes, clearly teasing.

But he looks back to Steve, quiet for a moment. ]

I like him. And I like you.. and you like him. [ he glances to billy. ] He's scared shitless of you right now, but he doesn't know you yet, baby. I just met the real you.

I'm not doing anything without you... We're in this together. Maybe forever, if vampire lore is true.

[camarod]

You did have that shit eating grin I wanted to kiss off you, so yeah.

[this is - new. maybe too new. too forward, too modern, too opposite of everything Billy's ever been raised to be. but he's new, too, he's more. Eddie says forever and Billy feels his chest go hot and tight, feels his eyes get that stingy, glassy way they do sometimes when things are too big for him.

he swallows. ] Forever's a long time, E. [but it's comforting. it feels right. he looks at Steve, snoring softly, hair mussed and slightly drunk on the blood loss and he longs terribly for something that could be his. theirs. he reaches out, strokes a knuckle across Steve's cheek.] You think I can seduce Steve Harrington to the dark side?

[heatmetal]

Called it.

[ his heart swells at that soft, tender touch. all the gentleness he knows billy to be capable of embodied in it. ]

Yeah, B. But I think you're gonna meet in the middle... he's gonna be pulling you to the light, too.

[camarod]

Sounds lame.

[the knuckle moves, fingers stroking through Steve's hair. ] What if he just wants you, E?

[heatmetal]

Mmm... I'll have to break his little heart then. [ he's hopelessly fond, tilting his head to look at billy with warm, soft eyes. ] We're kind of a packaged deal. I'm not leaving you for anything.

[camarod]

Yeah? [the devious glint is back in his eyes. ] I mean, I could rebound just fine with Karen Wheeler.

[he's grinning, leaning forward. ] C'mere and kiss me, idiot. Before he wakes up and screams cooties.

[heatmetal]

Baby, are you into MILFs? Because I can wear an apron if that does it for you.

[ leaning over to capture those lips, grinning deviously. ]

[camarod]

Yeah? You gonna wear a pair of stockings, too?

[is he leaning a little on Steve, just barely grazing his hip as he presses his lips against Eddie's soft and a little devious, still stroking that soft, Harrington hair. ]

How long till they let you out of here? I'm getting blue balls.