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my 3/4 birthday, don't forget it!
[ But after that the line goes dead because Eddie is hauling himself into his van to make a beeline to Steve's place. There's something inside him that throbs uncontrollably, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest. Just let me kiss you is so much easier said than done. Now that he's standing on Steve's doorstep he feels suddenly small and uncertain. Despite all his flirting, he doesn't know if he wants the door to open in the first place. ]
[ But after that the line goes dead because Eddie is hauling himself into his van to make a beeline to Steve's place. There's something inside him that throbs uncontrollably, his heart threatening to beat its way out of his chest. Just let me kiss you is so much easier said than done. Now that he's standing on Steve's doorstep he feels suddenly small and uncertain. Despite all his flirting, he doesn't know if he wants the door to open in the first place. ]
[ For some reason, Steve expects to wake up from a dream. The conversation has been a surreal one, and it doesn't seem like it could be possible that a guy is driving over to... kiss? Makeout? Whatever it is they're about to do, depending on how far things go. Part of him wouldn't be surprised if Eddie didn't show up, or maybe he would and then reveal it's all been an elaborate joke. Steve's pretty sure that even someone as unhinged as Munson isn't mean enough to pull that kind of prank, though, and... maybe it's not so hard to imagine that he's as curious about men as Steve has never admitted to being.
So while he's waiting, Steve sort of putters around his room. He checks his hair, then kicks some clothes under his bed, then wonders if he has to worry about cleaning up for a guy the way he would for a girl. Is that sexist? Would Robin slap him for thinking it? Luckily, he hears Eddie's van pull up out front and leans out the window to see him standing there looking like he may be as anxious as Steve feels. ]
Hey, uh, do you want to come up or should I come down?
So while he's waiting, Steve sort of putters around his room. He checks his hair, then kicks some clothes under his bed, then wonders if he has to worry about cleaning up for a guy the way he would for a girl. Is that sexist? Would Robin slap him for thinking it? Luckily, he hears Eddie's van pull up out front and leans out the window to see him standing there looking like he may be as anxious as Steve feels. ]
Hey, uh, do you want to come up or should I come down?
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Ice cream is definitely a must. Too bad I don't get it for free anymore but I also do NOT miss that uniform.
What do you want?
Ice cream is definitely a must. Too bad I don't get it for free anymore but I also do NOT miss that uniform.
What do you want?
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Oh. Well I guess that makes me feel better even though I fucked up my chance with the one good girlfriend I managed to find. Do you think I'm better off single?
Oh. Well I guess that makes me feel better even though I fucked up my chance with the one good girlfriend I managed to find. Do you think I'm better off single?
[ This is weird, right? Eddie feels uncomfortable, in a way that has very little to do with Steve or how badly he wants to kiss him. Because-- well, Steve was definitely his type, but he wouldn't have expected the opposite to be true. And while Eddie has done a lot of reckless things in his life, this has a special place in the ranks. It would have been one thing to laugh off a rejection through text, but what if Steve rejects him now. ]
Oh-- [ He's pulled from that train of thought by the sound of Steve's voice, peering up at him in the darkness. Maybe it's just better to stop thinking about it. What good has thinking ever done him before? ]
Can I come up?
[ It feels like it would be more... comfortable, to be in Steve's room, though the very thought makes his skin prickle. ]
You want me to climb up or do I have the honor of using the front door?
[ It wouldn't be the first time he's snuck in through a bedroom window, at least. ]
Oh-- [ He's pulled from that train of thought by the sound of Steve's voice, peering up at him in the darkness. Maybe it's just better to stop thinking about it. What good has thinking ever done him before? ]
Can I come up?
[ It feels like it would be more... comfortable, to be in Steve's room, though the very thought makes his skin prickle. ]
You want me to climb up or do I have the honor of using the front door?
[ It wouldn't be the first time he's snuck in through a bedroom window, at least. ]
I would have jumped out the nearest window if the mall had any.
Classic with a little funk. Respectable order. Now all I need to do is extract myself from the ladies.
Classic with a little funk. Respectable order. Now all I need to do is extract myself from the ladies.
[ Eddie coming in makes a lot more sense than Steve going out, not only because of privacy reasons but also.. well, Eddie's van could probably use a clean-out. So he nods and disappears back through the window so he can stumble through his house and towards the front. A few moments later, he's opening up the door and leaning against it a little awkwardly, going for casual but probably too tense to really pull off the look. ]
No reason to sneak in, I've got the house to myself this weekend.
[ It says something about him that he hasn't decided to throw a party in his empty house, and he's grateful for it now; a little alone time with one person he likes is way better than babysitting a bunch of assholes he just tolerates.
Straightening up and pushing the door open a little wider, he steps back to let Eddie follow him inside. ] So, uh, welcome in. Do you want a drink or something? [ He should probably have some manners rather than jumping straight into "so you wanna make out" right?
No reason to sneak in, I've got the house to myself this weekend.
[ It says something about him that he hasn't decided to throw a party in his empty house, and he's grateful for it now; a little alone time with one person he likes is way better than babysitting a bunch of assholes he just tolerates.
Straightening up and pushing the door open a little wider, he steps back to let Eddie follow him inside. ] So, uh, welcome in. Do you want a drink or something? [ He should probably have some manners rather than jumping straight into "so you wanna make out" right?
[ The few moments it takes for Steve to come downstairs give Eddie more time to worry, opting to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. When the door opens he shoves his hands into his pockets, trying for the same relaxed affectation as Steve and failing in equal measure. ]
Yeah, uh, I'll take a beer if you have it.
[ He follows after Steve, trying not to make the way he marvels at the inside of the house too obvious. He's been to a few of Steve's parties, strictly for business purposes, but has never seen the inside. It's amazing to see how different someone else lives. ]
Wanna show me your room? [ There's a nervous, but genuine smile on his face as he asks. ] I don't need a full tour.
Yeah, uh, I'll take a beer if you have it.
[ He follows after Steve, trying not to make the way he marvels at the inside of the house too obvious. He's been to a few of Steve's parties, strictly for business purposes, but has never seen the inside. It's amazing to see how different someone else lives. ]
Wanna show me your room? [ There's a nervous, but genuine smile on his face as he asks. ] I don't need a full tour.
[ Upclose like this, Eddie looks a little more obviously nervous than he had from the window, and Steve feels bad for being reassured by it. He knows that Eddie is trusting him a lot more than the other way around, that the former king of Hawkins High—Steve rolls his eyes at the thought—is more likely to pull some kind of shitty move after finding out someone is gay. But knowing Robin and having her as a best friend has been great for Steve's understanding of many things, ranging from women to gay people to himself. So yeah, they're both nervous, but they've also been through traumatic shit together and that builds trust. ]
Yeah, sure. [ Closing the door behind Eddie once he's stepped inside the house, Steve leads the way to the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. It's nothing fancy and hardly enough to get either of them drunk, but maybe it'll be enough to help them relax.
He hands a beer to Eddie, cracks open his own, and then nods. ] Full tour's boring anyways, it's not like we've got anything crazy cool to show off. [ Luckily he bites his tongue before adding something stupid like "it's a normal house like everyone else's" which would feel shitty to say to someone living in a trailer. Taking a swing of beer, he swallows it down thickly and then turns to lead the way to his room. ]
Yeah, sure. [ Closing the door behind Eddie once he's stepped inside the house, Steve leads the way to the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. It's nothing fancy and hardly enough to get either of them drunk, but maybe it'll be enough to help them relax.
He hands a beer to Eddie, cracks open his own, and then nods. ] Full tour's boring anyways, it's not like we've got anything crazy cool to show off. [ Luckily he bites his tongue before adding something stupid like "it's a normal house like everyone else's" which would feel shitty to say to someone living in a trailer. Taking a swing of beer, he swallows it down thickly and then turns to lead the way to his room. ]
Thanks.
[ Eddie takes the beer, happier to have something to hold onto than he is to have something to drink. In between sips his fingers worry at the label, slowly peeling it away. Even with the direct path they take to Steve's room, Eddie can't help but be somewhat in awe of the house, how spacious it is, how different it is from his own trailer. It reminds him that they've lived two very different lives.
Still, once they've reached Steve's room he's feeling at least a little more relaxed, slightly less out of place. It's just a house, he reminds himself, and Steve is just a person. A person that he wants to kiss very badly, but a person all the same. Once inside, Eddie can't help but take a slow lap around the room, touching things without asking permission, turning them over in his hands. It's like he's in some sort of museum of what a normal life is supposed to be like. ]
Cool place.
[ Eddie's got some lop sided grin on his face as he says it, finally looking back to Steve. He leaves the mostly empty beer can abandoned on the dresser before crossing back to him. While he feels more settled, less awkward, he still can't quite bring himself to kiss Steve, he's feeling a little emboldened. Eddie raises his hands, lets his fingers splay out over Steve's chest. They trace lines up and outwards, over his shoulder, Eddie subtly shifting closer all the while. ]
Sorry. [ He laughs a little, nervous but enjoying things, hoping Steve is feeling the same. ] You're pretty hot, Harrington.
[ Eddie takes the beer, happier to have something to hold onto than he is to have something to drink. In between sips his fingers worry at the label, slowly peeling it away. Even with the direct path they take to Steve's room, Eddie can't help but be somewhat in awe of the house, how spacious it is, how different it is from his own trailer. It reminds him that they've lived two very different lives.
Still, once they've reached Steve's room he's feeling at least a little more relaxed, slightly less out of place. It's just a house, he reminds himself, and Steve is just a person. A person that he wants to kiss very badly, but a person all the same. Once inside, Eddie can't help but take a slow lap around the room, touching things without asking permission, turning them over in his hands. It's like he's in some sort of museum of what a normal life is supposed to be like. ]
Cool place.
[ Eddie's got some lop sided grin on his face as he says it, finally looking back to Steve. He leaves the mostly empty beer can abandoned on the dresser before crossing back to him. While he feels more settled, less awkward, he still can't quite bring himself to kiss Steve, he's feeling a little emboldened. Eddie raises his hands, lets his fingers splay out over Steve's chest. They trace lines up and outwards, over his shoulder, Eddie subtly shifting closer all the while. ]
Sorry. [ He laughs a little, nervous but enjoying things, hoping Steve is feeling the same. ] You're pretty hot, Harrington.
Yeah but I think that's what you like about me.
[ It's not as if Steve's never had people in his room, but there's also something very different about having Eddie here. This is the first guy he's had over as anything more than just a friend; even if they're still friends, they're about to be the kind that kiss and that's a whole different dynamic. Steve's never been shy about sex—it's basically the only part of a relationship that he's good at—but he can't help feeling nervous about it this time. At least Eddie isn't frozen solid, easily wandering around the room with some kind of mild fascination for the things that seem so normal to Steve—the alarm clock, a baseball on top of the dresser, the hideous wallpaper that could slowly drive Steve insane if he stared at it for too long. ]
What, really? [ He can't help the surprise because, to him, his room is boring and feels sort of empty. There's a lot less personality than Eddie's room, even if it was a mess in there.
The touch is telegraphed by Eddie lifting his hand, but it's still a surprise to feel the weight of it on his chest. It's a simple touch and yet already feels so different from being with a girl who would have smaller hands, a lighter touch, probably less initiative depending on who it was. Steve's gotten so used to making the first move that he's stunned for a moment that Eddie had beaten him to it. ]
Don't be sorry. [ Steve's still holding his can, heavy with all the beer he didn't drink because he's been focused on everything else. Keeping his eyes on Eddie, he reaches out to set the beer down and then brings his hand back to rest on the side of Eddie's neck, fingers cool and a little damp from the condensation. They're so close in height so he barely has to tilt his head to look Eddie in the eyes, big and smiling and always shining with mischief. ] You're not so bad yourself, Munson.
What, really? [ He can't help the surprise because, to him, his room is boring and feels sort of empty. There's a lot less personality than Eddie's room, even if it was a mess in there.
The touch is telegraphed by Eddie lifting his hand, but it's still a surprise to feel the weight of it on his chest. It's a simple touch and yet already feels so different from being with a girl who would have smaller hands, a lighter touch, probably less initiative depending on who it was. Steve's gotten so used to making the first move that he's stunned for a moment that Eddie had beaten him to it. ]
Don't be sorry. [ Steve's still holding his can, heavy with all the beer he didn't drink because he's been focused on everything else. Keeping his eyes on Eddie, he reaches out to set the beer down and then brings his hand back to rest on the side of Eddie's neck, fingers cool and a little damp from the condensation. They're so close in height so he barely has to tilt his head to look Eddie in the eyes, big and smiling and always shining with mischief. ] You're not so bad yourself, Munson.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm sure there's a sadist in you, too, according to what Dustin says about your nerd campaigns being brutal.
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