#but music legend eddie munson of corroded coffin not singing?

[formosusiniquis]

"I didn't know agreeing to this would mean a private show." Steve's grin is absolutely shit eating as he looks up at Eddie from where he's curled beneath his chin.

"I can stop."

"No, no, no don't you dare, Tom Bombadil. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to call Jeff or Freak to give you a backing track." This was a mistake. 'Oh, Eddie, I just want to know more about what you and the kids like. Oh, Eddie won't you read it to me; cause Robin says I'm dyslexic. Oh, Eddie, please pretty please, you're so handsome and have such a sexy voice, won't you curl up with me and teach me about hobbits?' He should have seen it for the obvious trap it was.

"I'm stopping."

He can't even sit up all the way, because his stomach muscles are still half gnawed and Steve gets heavy the way a cat does once he gets comfortable. But still the minute he starts to move, Steve has his hands on him. "No, Eddie, no! I'm just kidding, I'm sorry, I was just surprised, okay?"

"Okay." He nestles back down in bed, lets them sit quietly for a second so they can both get comfortable.

Another trap.

"Yeah, I mean starstruck really. A private concert from the frontman of Corroded Coffin. I feel like one of those girls that fucked Mick Jagger. I mean normally you play for like tens of people."

"Oh fuck you! That's it, I'm done, goodnight." Fuck the book, fuck his stomach muscles, Eddie rolls out of Steve's hunky arms and turns his back to the bastard.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" Those hunky arms still work though and once he's sitting up Steve can roll Eddie back over to face him like he's flipping his pillow. It is, unfortunately, extremely hot. "I wanna know what happens to Merry and Pippin, keep going." Even worse, that was hot too.

"Fine." He smooths out the cover where it got bent in the manhandling, finds his page once again.

"And you'll do the voices?"

"If you shut up about it."

He doesn't, but Eddie never really expected him to. He gets the last laugh anyway, when Dustin catches Steve singing Ol' Tom Bombadil under his breath while cleaning the pool and demands a full book report.

[piratefishmama]

Soft acoustic guitar playing pop artist Steve Harrington vs Thrash Metal legend, Front man of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson in a lip-sync battle with a twist.

The twist, as they're musical giants, being that they actually sing.

Eddie smashes sweet transvestite out of the park thinking he'll take home the win with shock value alone.

And then Steve saunters in with Pour Some Sugar On Me, shirtless dressed in ripped leathers and chains over fishnets, with smoked eyes and smudged lipstick on his face.

Eddie drops to his knees and proposes right there on stage to the roar of the cheering audience. They'd been married for 6 years already.

[kitweewoos]

Since he was young, all Eddie Munson could think about was making music, writing and performing his songs in front of a crowd. That's how he ends up forming a band with his friends, and even if they have maybe ten people at their shows, all there for the beer more than the show, it's the best time of his life. The worst thing that could happen, he supposed, when Corroded Coffin is actually becoming mildly popular is that Eddie starts to lose his voice. It starts with an ache after every show, and when he finally visits a doctor, it's some kind of medical condition where he can speak for now but the stress he puts on his vocal cords in order to perform their songs will do irreparable damage and his doctor really doesn't want him to continue to perform. So, Eddie has to find another vocalist or Corroded Coffin is over for good.

Steve Harrington would do anything for Dustin, really, but this shouldn't have been one of those things. He hesitates to call it a party, but it's a gathering full of nerds, and he's there. He's bored as hell, since Dustin and his little group of friends are off somewhere doing god knows what. He's just there to make sure they get home safe and in one piece, because he can't have Joyce and Claudia not trusting him because their children came home a little too late and with scrapes from a fight or two they shouldn't have been in. He was there, essentially, to babysit the little dorks, and he's fucking bored. He can't help it when he starts singing gently to himself to the instrumental someone put on the stereo. It's not much, but it's something to amuse himself with. At least, until he's overheard by Eddie Munson of all people.

There's a sound, perfectly on pitch and beat to the instrumental pumping from the speakers, and Eddie can't help himself. He's drawn to it. At the other end of it, is Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington, the Hair, the King of Hawkins High, was singing along in tune with a guitar backing almost without effort, or at least that's what it looks like. That's the voice he needs, though. That's exactly the voice they need to make Corroded Coffin even better, and save Eddie's voice. The only obstacle is Steve himself.

"So, Harrington, what can I do to convince you that I need you?" Eddie starts, and Steve startles. "Excuse me?" "Your voice, my lyrics, the band's music, we could be rock stars with that combination. What do you say?" "You sing in your own band, though. What do you need me for?" "Curiosity," he replies, but he can tell Steve doesn't believe him. "And medical necessity. I'm losing my voice, or I will, if I continue to sing, according to my doctor." "Ah. So you're desperate." "Give me a few songs, Harrington. One afternoon, sing a few songs with us, and if you hate it, you don't have to come back or see me ever again. But, if you like it, then you're becoming a part of rock history here."

When Steve shows up to the next Corroded Coffin practice, he finds that he doesn't hate singing with them, Eddie leaning in to press his body closer to Steve while performing. He likes the songs, the beat, the bass thumping in his chest, the camaraderie of it all, and he likes singing with a purpose, not just to amuse himself. His parents would hate it, and maybe that's partially why he's here, to prove something to himself and to them. Besides, he likes the way Eddie smiles at him, and leans into him like they've been friends forever, and treats him like a person rather than a legend. He likes it here.

Eddie doesn't expect to like Steve Harrington as much as he does, but Steve puts his whole chest (gorgeous, hairy, perfectly sculpted chest) into everything he does. He's strong and quick, he gets Eddie's dumb jokes somehow, he's stupidly kind to the little duckling nerds he's collected somehow, and he sings Eddie's lyrics exactly how they were meant to be. He gives a new life to the songs, a growl in his voice that even Eddie couldn't reproduce. He likes hearing Steve sing his songs, so if he asks Steve to come by separate from practice for a little songwriting session, no one should really be able to blame him. And if the sessions devolve into making out against Eddie's bed, well....

He's right, though, with Steve at the forefront of Corroded Coffin, they do make rock history, it just happens to involve more kissing than anticipated.