#eddie munson road trip

[morganbritton132]

Eddie disappears from social media again and then wordless posts a picture to the Official Corroded Coffin Twitter account of himself standing at a camp site with a black bear on a picnic table behind him. He’s giving the camera a big smile and devil horns.

The first comment, three seconds after it’s posted, is from Robin saying, ‘TOO CLOSE!!!!!!’

[szczurherbacany]

they got to be actual teenagers :)

[steddieunderdogfics]

Take the Money and Run by thisapplepielife

@thisapplepielife

Rating: Explicit

143,931 words, 22/22 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Recreational Drug Use, Eddie Munson Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 04, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Cover Art, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Road Trips, Internalized Homophobia, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Switching, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, optional future epilogue with kids, can be read without the epilogue

Summary:

“Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-” “I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him. Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.” “Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously. Or: Road trip!

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[smellsliketeenangst]

Roadtrip

[mugloversonly]

It's about the journey

This is for week 2 of @softsteddieseptember

Summary: Eddie and Steve go on a road trip to visit Wayne. Prompts: "Telling someone about the relationship" "confessing your feelings" "road trips" and "dreams of the future" rated: T ao3

With their last bag packed, the boys jump into the van, Eddie acting as navigator for the first leg. Steve’s BMW was on a trailer hooked onto the back. The morning sun was barely starting to peak over the horizon by the time they reached Hawkins borders, the tranquility of the early morning would soon be disrupted by the hustle and bustle of the Monday commute.

The two sat in silence for the first few hours, save the soft radio and the occasional navigation from Eddie. A year ago Eddie never would have guessed that he could be this comfortable with silence especially when not alone. But now, it was calm, peaceful, and reminded him of Wayne. The whole reason they were on this drive was because of him.

After Eddie healed from the bats, and the shady feds paid them hush money plus the extra from the city, courtesy of one Nancy Wheeler who threatened to get Powell fired if they didn’t fork over some compensation for the manhunt, Wayne was finally able to retire. Eddie encouraged him to fulfill his life long dream of moving to Alaska and promised he’d be okay on his own. And he has been, really.

His friends from the Upside Down brigade have been wonderful, and recently he and Steve finally stopped dancing around each other. Thanks to the meddling kids, Steve admitted his crush on Eddie during a game of truth or dare. Without waiting his turn, Eddie dared himself to kiss Steve, and they’ve been going strong since. It blew that his band never went anywhere, but he couldn’t relate to them as much anymore. They were still friends, but they weren’t ride or dies.

He never lied to Wayne on their weekly calls. He was doing okay on his own, but he missed his uncle. His silence that hung heavy no matter his mood. He was a man of few words but you could almost always tell what he was thinking. Eddie missed his gossip sessions where he told him everything the neighbors have been up to, he missed that he always had a pack of emergency cigarettes, and a back up for those for when Eddie inevitably stole them. His uncle raised him, understood him in a way no one else could so this trip meant a lot to him. Steve understood that.

They were well on their way to the Indiana/Illinois border when Eddie spoke “We’re on the Lincoln Highway.” He said a bit of excitement in his voice. Steve glanced over in confusion.

“I thought we were on the I-30?”

“We are! But the route the I-30 is a part of is the route originally used back in the day. In like 1913 or something, it was marked the route as the first transcontinental road.” Eddie said casually. It always fascinated Steve that Eddie was filled with these random facts, who even knows something like that? “Have you driven this route before?” Steve asked.

“Nah, me and the band were researching routes to tour but we crossed this off our list pretty early on. It was so interesting though.”

“Why’d you cross it off?” Steve asked. It sounded like Eddie did a fair bit of research on it.

“Oh, Jeff’s grandpa told us there were quite a few sundown towns on this road back in the day, so we thought it was best to ignore it.” That was term Steve never heard and he said as much. “Oh! A sundown town is a town that isn’t safe for black people to be outside in after dark. People can and will hurt them and stuff.”

“How’d Jeff’s grandpa know about them?”

“Well, he was an adult in the 60’s first off. Even though we’re in the north didn’t mean there weren’t racists. And he was a part of the Black Panthers!” Steve’s first thought was of the comic book but he shook his head. He knew that wasn’t right.

“The black beret people?” Eddie nodded in excitement. “Weren’t they like...bad?” Steve asked hesitantly. Eddie smiled in understanding.

“I thought so too, but that’s because they didn’t believe in peaceful protests, not that I can blame them. God forbid the oppressed fight back, you know?” Steve hummed in agreement and the car fell into comfortable silence once again.

~~~

They stopped at a gas station a few hours into Illinois and refueled. Not only on gas, but on snacks and drinks. Eddie came out of the convenience store brandishing a Three Musketeers and a Milky Way bar. He held them up and smiled at Steve. “Did you know these are in the wrong packaging?” Eddie asked. Steve raised an eyebrow as the two got into the car and back on the road.

“What do you mean?” At Eddie’s giggle, Steve smiled fondly.

“Well! The candy bars were released at the same time and were accidentally shipped in the wrong packages. So the Milky Way was supposed to be the Three Musketeers and vice versa. It makes sense, the multiple layers and the chunk of nougat.” He opened both bars, took a bite out of both, before making Steve do the same.

“Huh! They actually taste good together.” Eddie nodded in agreement as they drove on.

~~~

In Wisconsin they switch drivers. Eddie worked a few summers as a trucker for the surrounding states so he could drive for a lot longer than Steve. He was doing his best to stay focused and awake, but since they were on the I-94 for a while, he ended up falling asleep.

He awoke to the sounds of Eddie softly singing under his breath. He expected something rock and roll like Def Leopard's new song but he was surprised to hear him singing something much different.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody,” Eddie sang as Steve pretended to still be sleeping. “Oh, I wanna feel the heee-at with somebody.” Steve couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me” he finished overjoyed to hear Eddie’s startled yelp. “I didn’t know you listened to Whitney Houston, Eds.” Steve said, amused. “Doesn’t seem like your thing.”

“Hey! Whitney is everyone’s thing!” He exclaimed while his finger was pointed in Steve’s direction. Steve raised his hands in surrender.

“Will you dance with me Eds?” He flashed a cheeky grin.

“I am somebody who loves you Stevie.”

~~~

That night they stayed in a motel in North Dakota right before the Canadian border. According to Eddie, he wanted to be well rested in case they didn’t let them in and he’d have to plead his case. Steve reassured him there wouldn’t be problems but Eddie didn’t trust it.

As they laid down, freshly showered, in one of the two queen beds in the room, Eddie was worried. “What is it baby?” Steve asked softly.

“Is this a good idea?” Eddie asked. Before Steve could answer, he continued. “I mean, us doing this. Wayne doesn’t live in Fairbanks, he lives near it but he’s got like 10 acres. That means he doesn’t want anyone there right?” The fear he felt at being rejected by his only father figure left was clear on his face. Thankfully, Steve knew just what to say.

“This is a great idea. And he’ll be so happy to see us he won’t care where we stay. You want to be with him and I want to be with you, it’s as easy as that.” Eddie smiled.

“Why are you doing this with me anyway?” Eddie asked. The two hadn’t been dating that long, only a few weeks, even if they had danced around each other for a year. In the grand scheme of things Steve being long distance would suck, but made more sense.

“Easy. I love you.” He said it so casually, like he’s said it a million times before, but here in this motel off the highway, was the first time he’s said it aloud. Eddie’s eyes welled with tears. Steve spoke again as they fell. “Plus, I know you. You’d say you’d be fine with being apart, but you’d be an anxious mess the whole time. I won’t let you self-sabotage.” Eddie leaned forward and kissed him softly. In it he poured all his love and thanks.

As they held each other and drifted to sleep, Eddie whispered into Steve’s hair, “I love you too.”

~~~

They’re half way through Canada when Eddie slams on the brakes, throwing him and Steve forward. “Eddie what the hell?!” Steve rightfully exclaimed. He pulled over to the side and shut the car off.

“Look at that big ass moose!” He pointed to the side of the road into the woods. There was a huge bull making its way down the road. “I’ve never seen one in real life!”

“I thought moose were like the size of deer?” Steve questioned. But the reality was this thing was over seven feet tall.

“Nah man. They’re huge. Hey fun fact!” Steve smiled, he loved when Eddie did this. “One of a moose’s main predators is an orca.” Steve furrowed his brows.

“That can’t be right. Orcas are whales right?” Steve asked.

“Yeah! Moose can swim really well and sometimes they swim in orca infested waters. Wild huh?” Steve chuckled. It felt like every day he learned something new from Eddie.

They watched the moose cross the road towards a herd of cows. “Do you think he’s gonna make baby moose?” Steve giggled. Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled them back on the road before agreeing.

~~~

They were only an hour from Fairbanks when Eddie started biting his fingers. “Eds?” Steve asked. Steve was driving the last leg, something they planned well ahead of time since they knew Eddie would be too nervous. Thanks to the foresight, they didn’t crash when he jumped a foot in the air as Steve’s hand hit his knee.

“Sorry, baby. I’m just...we should have called first.” Eddie said.

“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise.” Steve said, concerned. Eddie was nodding frantically.

“I did. I did. But...what if he doesn’t want me there? Or...or what if he’s like my dad. About us I mean.” Steve pulled onto the side of the road, turned the car off, and turned to Eddie.

“He won’t be.” Steve said with confidence.

“Yeah...but how do you know?” Eddie’s eyes were huge, wet, and pleading. The genuine fear on his face broke Steve’s heart.

“I don’t.” Eddie gasped shakily. “But I have a good feeling. Wayne’s been on your side no matter what, I doubt he’ll stop loving you because of who you love. Even if it is a cubs fan.” Steve smiled when Eddie laughed. The mirth slipped from his face as he thought.

“What do we do if he doesn’t accept us? Or he isn’t happy with the news?” Eddie asked. He needed a fallback plan.

“The second question is easier than the first. We turn around and go back to Hawkins. And as for the first question, we’ll do whatever you want.” Steve promised. If Eddie decided they needed to break up, they would, even though it would kill them both. If he decided to cut Wayne off, Steve would hold him through it. But Steve knew nothing like that could happen, Wayne wasn’t like that. “When it goes well, I won’t even tell you I told you so.”

~~~

An hour later, Steve pulled into Wayne’s driveway next to a car the boys didn’t recognize. His house wasn’t big by any means, but it was cozy. Three bedrooms, Wayne used one to hold his outdoor gear. The other was a guest room but he made it clear that Eddie would always have a room there. For that, Eddie was eternally grateful. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly through his mouth. “You ready?” He asked. Steve nodded and the two men got out of the car, meeting in the front. Steve took hold of Eddie’s hand, squeezing tight.

At the front door, Eddie’s hands shook as he raised his fist and knocked. Wayne opened the door, the confusion on his face melting into unadulterated joy. He yanked his nephew into his arms holding tight. Eddie’s arms held him just as close. “Why didn’t ya tell me y’all were coming boy? I woulda got yer bed ready.” Without letting go of Eddie, he walked back into the house. Steve followed close behind, making sure to lock the door, something Wayne and Eddie were more mindful of after ‘86.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Eddie admitted. “You remember Steve right?” Eddie asked. Wayne looked him up and down, clocking Eddie’s mood ring on his pinkie finger.

“You finally made him your boy I see.” He said but when Eddie pulled away to look at him, he was looking at Steve.

“He asked me, but yeah.” Steve blushed. Eddie stared, betrayed.

“You knew he liked me?” He glared at Wayne who laughed as he nodded. “Is that why you were so sure he wouldn’t hate me?” He stared accusingly at Steve.

“Boy, even if he hadn’t clued me in, I would never hate you for love.” Wayne reassured. Before Eddie could respond, there was a voice from the back of the house.

“Wayne? Honey who was at the door?” A woman came into the living room, looking confused then shocked at the visitors. She flushed, pulling her robe tight around herself. “Hi there. I’m Natalie.” She gave a small wave, before turning her wide eyes to Wayne.

“Sorry, love.” Eddie’s jaw dropped. “My nephew here surprised me. Eddie, Steve, this is my girl Natalie.” Wayne introduced. They exchanged greetings, Natalie excusing herself after to get dressed. Eddie and Steve made eye contact.

“You have a girlfriend?!” Eddie yelled. Wayne’s red face got redder.

Later, when the four of them were eating dinner when Steve asked if it was time. At Eddie’s nod he turned to the older couple. “We’re not just here for a visit.” He began.

“We’re renting a house on the land down the way.” Eddie blurted. “Our lives in Hawkins were fine, but I missed you old man.” Wayne’s eyes teared.

“You movin’ here?” Wayne confirmed. Eddie nodded but bit his lip nervously.

“Is that okay, dad?” He asked. Wayne stood from the table, yanked Eddie out of his seat, and hugged him tightly.

“More than, son. More than.”

~~~

That night as they lay in their new bed facing each other, Steve asked the question. “What now?” Eddie sat in thought for a moment.

“I always wanted my tattoo license, and you can go to culinary school like you’ve always wanted. Then, when we get more settled, a dog, cat, maybe a kid. The goat kind and human kind.” Eddie propositioned. “How does that sound?”

Steve smiled softly. “Sounds like a dream Eds.”

[thisapplepielife]

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Hi! I'm Apple. I currently write for Stranger Things. The majority is Steddie, but I do branch out from time to time, and you'll probably also notice some Gareth-centric fics popping up from me these days.

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Author's Self-Rec Fic: Tuesday's Gone With the Wind - this is my favorite thing I've written. So, if you wanna know what I'd tell you to read? It's that one.

(Some of my work is rated E, so please be mindful of ratings.)

I found myself way overdue for an updated masterlist, as my original one looks like I've only written three fics. So, here we go:

I've currently got three long fics all complete and ready to read in full. Tuesday's Gone With the Wind is my personal favorite, Take the Money and Run is my most popular and All Across the Universe is my most recent!

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, Complete

Steddie, E, 184K, 9/9 Chapters (Read on AO3) Corroded Coffin's leased plane went down on June 13th, 1995 in the woods of Louisiana. Ten people on board died. Eddie Munson survived. Before he survived, he really lived.

Take the Money and Run, Complete

Steddie, E, 144K, 22/22 Chapters (Read on AO3) “Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-” “I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him. Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.” “Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously. Or: Road trip!

All Across the Universe, Complete

Steddie, E, 135K, 16/16 Chapters (Read on AO3)

Steve Harrington knows this world isn't permanent. They never are. He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. He might not know where he is, or when, but he knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe. He always finds him. Eddie.

I've got two series so far, and they can be found below:

Wildflowers...and All the Rest, Complete

15/15, Various Ratings, 151K, (Read on AO3)

Wildflowers is a companion series to Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, but with a focus on Gareth. So, I'd recommend reading Tuesday's first, to get all the context needed for this series. But if you like Gareth, especially if you enjoyed the version of him I explored in Tuesday's, than this might be for you. (Steddie also features.) It's some of my favorite work of mine, to date.

Jagged Little Pill, Complete

2/2, M, 26K, (Read on AO3)

My first foray into writing for Stranger Things and Steddie! Set in the 90s. Eddie runs, and Steve and the kids decide to find him using El's powers.

First part from Steve's POV and the second is from Eddie's.

My one shots that are a little bit longer than a 1000-ish word ficlet:

Steddie:

No Loose Ends, E, 6.5k, ao3 or tumblr

Never Not Mine, E, 3.2k, ao3 or tumblr

Secret Santa, E, 6k, ao3 or tumblr

Permanent 99, E, 2.8k, ao3 or tumblr

Oh, He Wants, E, 4.6k, ao3 or tumblr

Ready For It, E, 2.5k, tumblr

Of Wolf and Man, E, 5.5k, ao3 or tumblr

Vigilante Shit, E, 7.7k, ao3 or tumblr

King Steve, M, 9.9k, ao3 or tumblr

If You Only Believe, M, 4.9k, ao3 or tumblr

Let the Boy Be Merry, M, 3.3k, ao3 or tumblr

Yours For The Weekend, M, 8.3k, ao3 or tumblr

Gravity Always Wins, M, 6.4k, ao3 or tumblr

Tip Your Driver, T, 4.1k, ao3 or tumblr

Different Lessons, T, 3.3k, ao3 or tumblr

I'm An Island, But You're An Ocean, T, 2.2k, tumblr

Can't Miss Us, T, 1.9k, tumblr

Bats in the Belfry, T, 2.4k, tumblr

Others:

Firing on All Cylinders, T, 3k, tumblr (Jeff & Goodie, Corroded Coffin, Set in Tuesday's verse)

Save It For a Rainy Day, T, 1.9k, tumblr (Wayne, childhood Steddie)

Set Sail on Your Ocean Of Flavor, T, 2.5k, tumblr (Chrissy, Eddie, Steve, Robin)

You Hear That?, T, 3.8k, tumblr (Robin, Corroded Coffin, Pre-Steddie, The Party)

And I run the event @corrodedcoffinfest that is currently hosting pop-up events. If you'd like to join, please come on over there!

The current event is the Black Friday pop-up scheduled for November 29th, 2024.

After writing Tuesday's, Gareth wormed his way into my brain. Since then, he's been featured quite often in my fics. Here are some of those things:

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, E, 184k

Wildflowers...and all the Rest, E, 151k

Paint It, Black, M, 1k

No Loose Ends, E, 6.5k

One Nap at a Time, T, 2k

Bang Dem Sticks, T, <1k

Corroded Coffin Fest - in general, but specifically:

You Win Some, You Lose Some, E, 1k

Louisiana Rain, E, 1k

Got You Good, Kid, T, 1k

You Love Me, Now Act Like It, M, 1k

Oh My, Good Lord, T, 1k

Room 1015 - Gareth, E, 1k

It Was His Year, M, 1k

Headlines, M, 1k

Zipper, M, 1k

I'm Done, T, 1k

These Keys?, T, 1k

Just Have to Feel It, T, 1k

In 2024, I started doing an end of month wrap-up of what I've written and posted. At the bottom of each post there is links to of everything I posted during that month:

OCTOBER 2024 - 14 fics or chapters

SEPTEMBER 2024 - 8 fics or chapters

AUGUST 2024 - 11 fics or chapters

JULY 2024 - 52 fics or chapters

JUNE 2024 - 10 fics or chapters

MAY 2024 - 14 fics or chapters

APRIL 2024 - 12 fics or chapters

MARCH 2024 - 8 fics or chapters

FEBRUARY 2024 - 3 fics or chapters

JANUARY 2024 - 2 fics or chapters

I made a Gareth fanvid for a Corroded Coffin Fest pop-up event.

[stillbeatingheart]

When Steve got behind the wheel of the BMW and noticed the writing on his windshield, he didn't question who did it. He already knew.

There was a new bruise on Billy's cheekbone yesterday. Eddie had said, "We gotta get the hell out of here before we all end up dead."

Billy had smirked, taken a toke and handed the roach over to Steve. Blowing smoke through barely parted lips and smearing the image of the pale November sky above them. He tipped his head back, chewed on his lip for a long moment and decided to admit, "I'm already packed. Just tell me where and when."

Now, Steve's pulling up to the trailer where Eddie is sitting on the steps. His guitar and his duffel bag at his feet. He grins when he sees Steve roll to a stop. He doesn't hesitate to pull the door open and slide into the backseat with his luggage, tapping his fingers on Steve's headrest and urging, "Hit it, baby."

Billy's waiting at the Leaving Hawkins sign. As promised. He's leaning against the door of the Camaro and smoking a cig like he's been there all morning.

"We doin' this or what?" Billy asks when Steve stops beside him and rolls the window down.

Steve looks over at Eddie, who is leaning into the space between the front seats. He takes a quick glance at Steve, making sure the answer is still yes by judging his expression. His smile is big, quick to spread when he says, "Let's run away together."

Billy snorts a laugh, flicks his cig butt and tugs the Camaro door open. He cranks the music, turns the engine and hits the pavement with squealing tires.

Eddie laughs behind Steve, his hand a warm weight on Steve's shoulder as he peels out behind Billy. Passing the sign he's driven by so many times with the intention of coming back. But not this time. This time leaving Hawkins is for good.

Also on Ao3

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So like- after I’m done writing my werewolf Steve fic I have this idea 😌

Two rival families, the Munson’s and the Harrington’s. The Munson’s are vampires while the Harrington’s are werewolves and for some very obvious reasons both families hate each other. Have been for generations now. It’s almost a family tradition at this point. Problem is, no one in the town knows what they are, and because everyone else is human it’s kind of hard to avoid passing each other in the middle of the high-school.

Senior trip is coming up and Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are planning on going. Problem is they’ve been assigned to share a room due to the fact that both of them didn’t turn their slips in on time. (Because both their families didn’t want either of them going until they knew the other wasn’t going and well… you see what happened) so now they have to keep this a secret while sending glares at each other. The trip lasts a week and is cross country.

Little do they know that rooming together was a great choice. Eddie doesn’t have to hide his eating habits and Steve is able to shift freely instead of having to hold it in the entire time. And along the way they may or may not start to become friends. And possibly fall in love.

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x plus size!reader

a little drabble about going on a road trip with eddie, steve & robin based on this ask i got yesterday

cw: past body image issues, implied past eating disorder

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"Please don't eat that," Steve blanches at the hot dog in your hands. "Those things are terrible for you."

"Don't judge my choice of food. This road trip just started and I didn't have breakfast," you huff and roll your eyes.

"I'm just looking out for you," Steve holds his hands up, backing out of your way so you can grab napkins and a few ketchup packets.

"I'll be fine, Steven. I've had worse things in my mouth."

Steve snorts out a laugh and crosses his arms. "Yeah, you've been with Munson for, what, a year now?"

"Rude," Eddie gasps, dramatically raising the heart shaped sunglasses he's wearing to the top of his head. He's loaded up with chips in one arm and a liter of soda in the other.

"Hey, babe. Any of that for me?"

"You can have whatever you like, sweetheart," Eddie says with a wink. He pushes around Steve to press a kiss to your cheek, making his way to the register.

"I'm just saying," Steve presses, following you following Eddie, "you don't know what kinda mystery meat is in that thing. Or how long it was on that roller for."

"Well good news for you, Steve," you smile at him, handing the dog to the cashier to get rung up. "You don't have to eat it."

Steve throws up his arms and walks out. He heads to where Robin's waiting for the three of you in the van, already done filling the tank.

"Don't let him bother you, baby," Eddie wraps his arm around you as you walk out together. His big bag of snacks and drinks are slung over his shoulder. Steve didn't bother you, and you tell Eddie as much.

"He's just looking out for me. He can't help it."

The sun is really beating down today, you can't wait to get back on the road with the windows down.

"I don't like him shaming you for what you eat," he whispers, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with concern. You feel Eddie bristle like a cat puffing his fur out. The posturing is cute but unnecessary.

"I'm fine, Eddie. And I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor, good sir," you smile and kiss his cheek and his hackles lower.

Eddie bows as he opens the van door for you and you laugh. He helps you climb in and kisses your hand before he lets you go.

"Get a move on, nerds!" Robin calls from the backseat. Eddie hands you the snacks and jogs around to the other side of the van.

You might've let Steve's comment bother you before, let his worry settle in your mind like an insult to your weight, your appetite. But you know better, you know Steve's worried about your health and keeling over from a tainted dog. He's not your mother, worrying over calories. He's your friend and a damn good one.

You pull out your hot dog and eat, finally, after a morning of packing and stressing that you'd forget something. Eddie smiles at you from the driver's seat, cranking up the tunes. Steve and Robin argue in the back but the open windows muffle them slightly and you settle. You're with friends, you're going to have a good summer, and you're not going to let anything stop you.

[slashify]

Steve finally gets his RV.

It’s not a Winnebago, but it’s nice enough. Sleeps six if two sleep in the bunk above the cab and two sleep on the bed formed by the dinette converting into one.

Eddie comes along, and Steve doesn’t predict that Wayne comes along too. Eddie’s uncle doesn’t want him out of his sight. The government hush money guarantees that Wayne won’t have to work anymore, and Eddie tells Steve he’s glad because Wayne’s back and knees aren’t what they used to be. They don’t have enough room for all of the kids, so this trip is just Dustin. Claudia loves Steve and she trusts him with her Dusty-Bun.

They’d wanted Wayne to take the bed over the cab, but he opts for the couch, saying he doesn’t want to climb the ladder every night. Dustin calls the dinette, so that leaves Steve and Eddie sharing the over-cab bed. At least two of them snore, but they buy earplugs.

They head to Utah so Dustin can see Suzie.

Missouri and Kansas blow by in a blur of excitement. They point out every animal and oddity they see along the way, Wayne smiling at his boy’s enthusiasm.

Colorado is their first taste of the southwest. Eddie buys Wayne a bolo tie with a turquoise stone. Steve buys an amethyst ring for Robin, a rose quartz barrette for Nancy. They pool their money to get a nice southwestern-patterned blanket for Dustin’s mom.

Steve drives them up to Mesa Verde, taking turns as cautiously as possible. Dustin geeks out over the ruins and takes control of the map, ordering Steve from viewpoint to viewpoint like a very pushy tour guide.

The drive into Utah is beautiful. A gradual shift to huge red rocks. Eddie begs him to stop at a roadside attraction called the Hole N” The Rock and they take the tour there.

It takes them a while to get to Susie’s house in Salt Lake City. They stop a few times along the way. Eddie pouts at Steve at a fossil shop and walks away with a weird little fossilized creature that Eddie and Dustin inform him is called a trilobite.

When they get to Susie’s house she’s waiting outside reading a book, but she jumps to her feet when she sees Dustin. He twirls her around and they laugh together and Steve glances at Eddie and thinks that this is what he wanted all along.

[little-annie]

Just Another Steddie Christmas Fic

The roads are shit and when Eddie finally decides to pull over and find somewhere to stay for the night, him and Steve find themselves shivering in a shared bed of a janky ass motel.

I can't imagine what that scenario might bring.

@steddieobsessed I hope this fic finds you well ✨️ Happy Holidays

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It's chaos, but it always is in the moments coming up to a road trip.  And the fact that it's also Christmas break doesn't help.

Steve's ready, he has been since last week. Bags packed, gifts wrapped and assignments submitted. The only thing he has to do now is get dressed and head out the door.

But Eddie on the other hand…

Well, Eddie's the embodiment of chaos.

Eddie for the last month has been raving about Christmas but hasn't bothered to take a minute and think about what all it entails. He's called Dustin and the rest of the gang to make sure they're ready for the one shot he's taken the time to prepare, but otherwise?

Otherwise his gifts aren't wrapped, his clothes aren't packed and he's all but forgotten about his assignments. Now he's anxious and flitting around the apartment like a twitchy cat trying to gather his bearings before they leave for Hawkins. He's muttering to himself as he tries to do all three tasks at once and while Steve's enjoying the last few bites of his late day snack, sat at the kitchen table in nothing but his pyjamas, he can't help but feel obligated to help.

“Ed,” Steve starts, abandoning his Cheerios and pushing his chair out with a quiet scrape against the floor, trying to gain his friend's attention while he watches the man pace and struggle between what needs to be done next. Eddie's in the living room now, an empty duffle bag in front of him, a pile of unwrapped gifts next to him and a textbook clutched so tightly in his hand his knuckles have paled. 

“Eddie,” Steve repeats as he ventures closer, floor creaking below his feet before grabbing the metalhead by the shoulder and squeezing until he turns to look him in the eyes, “Tell me what you need me to do.”

He can feel Eddie tense under his grasp, but only for a moment, his breathing slowing as he allows their eyes to linger. After a few short seconds and one deeply inhaled and grounding breath, Steve watches as the tension leaves Eddie's shoulders, and he leans into the touch while asking, “Gifts?”

Gifts. He can do that.

Offering a gentle smile and giving Eddie's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Steve nods, “Gifts.”

—

After wrapping six presents and helping the man pack his bag too, Steve eventually finds himself in the passenger seat of Eddie's van. Soon enough it's nothing but Metallica, grey skies and shitty roads from there on in.

It's a route they've regularly travelled but come winter time, it never seems to be any easier. They've lived in Chicago for what feels like ages, having moved together to attend college in 87’ and yet every year they never seem to leave enough time. Every year it's either shitty roads, poor timing or a combination of the both and well, this year….

—-

“You're sure the roads are fine?” Steve asks Eddie for the twelfth time in the last two hours, worrying the inside of his cheek as he glances between a far too confident friend and the obviously not great roads ahead of them.

The pair are on their way to the Hopper- Byer’s home for Christmas, The Party and all other family members having planned on staying at the couple's large, government funded ranch house for a couple days. But that's if they arrive at all. Sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie's beat up van, Steve watches as a winter storm swirls outside casting the already fading light of the now evening sky a gloomier shade of grey. It's obvious there's ice on the roads, it rained just last night and they haven't seen a single plough truck along their journey. And if that's not enough evidence, the way the van sways uncontrollably every several miles is.

But Eddie's confident. Apparently.

If it was Steve driving he would have called it quits no more than a few miles out of Chicago, but no, his car’s in the shop and if they had to take Eddie's van back to Hawkins, Eddie would drive. He insisted upon the matter in fact, stating rather dramatically, ‘I am the only man this van will ever know behind her wheel and no one else.’

So here they are. And Steve's nervous… and maybe a little bitchy.

He's even more nervous as Eddie doesn't answer and only clutches the wheel tighter as the van starts to drift sideways, edging them closer and closer to the ditch.

Instinctually Steve reaches for Eddie, clasping a hand over his thigh and holding on for dear life. He's sure he'll leave bruises, fingerprints branded into skin that he'll think about at a later hour, but at the moment he doesn't really care, he just hopes they'll make it back for Christmas in one piece.

Soon enough though the vehicle's righted and moving down the highway as it should be. Though that doesn't mean Steve's grip loosens on Eddie's leg.

“Steve…” Eddie says quietly, voice comforting but lingering with something like a question.

It isn't until Eddie moves a hand from the wheel to lay over Steve's and give a gentle squeeze that he clues into his still iron grip on Eddie's leg.

“Shit,” Steve pulls back with a quiet, embarrassed huff, “Sorry.”

“You're alright,” Eddie grins, shooting Steve a dimpled smile before he reaches for the map to hand to Steve, “Roads are quiet shit though, you wanna try to find a place for the night and see how roads look in the morning?”

Yes. God, yes.

Steve's already unfolding the map before he can even get it entirely out of Eddie's hand. He'd do nearly anything to get off of these roads. 

“We have time?” Steve asks, truthfully not caring if they're late for Christmas if that means they'll survive the trek back home. Joyce won't mind, the kids might be livid but they'll understand. He just has to remember to call them when they find a place to stay.

“Quit your worrying.” Eddie reminds him for what feels like the hundredth time, “We'll be fine. Plus, we left a day early anyways, didn't we?”

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Twenty minutes and one more scary slide down the highway later, the boys find themselves standing at the reception desk of a questionable looking motel. Eddie claimed the place had ‘character,’ while Steve was adamant it was just generally creepy. But if by ‘character,’ he meant, ‘looks like a place you go to get syphilis, drugs and die of a gunshot all in one night,’ well then sure, Eddie's right on the money.

Standing in the lobby, lights flickering above head and pipes groaning in the walls, Steve tries his hardest to look anywhere but the poorly done taxidermy that litters the panelled expanse of the room. He's already called Joyce and has been reprimanded by Eddie for getting snippy with the lady at the front desk,  so now he has no choice but to hang back or wander. 

A variety of stuffed woodland creatures all seem dead set on staring at him while he does so, but one particular deer in the corner somehow seemingly maintaining eye contact wherever he is in the space, doesn't help the creepy factor one bit. If anything the unwanted attention and the flickering lights seem to set his nerves on fire for all the wrong reasons, but with a clench in his jaw and a want to reach out for Eddie, Steve has to remind himself that the Upside Down is long gone and Vecna is dead. Things can be creepy and lights can flicker without any ulterior motive.

The old gal working the desk isn't much better. Teeth few and far between, Mary-Sue, according to her name tag, somehow manages to keep an eye on them both at the same time. One milky and wandering, seems to follow Steve while the other remains locked onto Eddie as they continue to visit and she hands over the single room key, the nub of a rabbit's foot hanging from its small silver chain. 

After they give their thanks and Mary-Sue nearly dies of a coughing fit, they find their way out of the lobby. The rickety door and Mary-Sue’s parting words cracking through the blustery air behind them, “Don't enjoy the room too much boys! I'll be bringing by fresh sheets in the morning!”

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“Of course she thought we were together ” Eddie grumbles under his breath while he tries the key in the door. This particular topic has been an ongoing conversation since the old gals parting remark as they left the lobby. The insinuation of them messing the sheets together had Steve blushing for reasons he's not willing to admit aloud, while Eddie did nothing but cackle his way to the van to get their bags. “Steve, we’re two dudes looking for a room late at night. What do you think she thought?”

“I don't know,” Steve huffs back, breath coming out frosty in the night air while he tries to go through the interaction in his mind. They hadn't been overly close, sure maybe Eddie pinched his hip when he was getting bitchy over all of Mary-Sue's questions, but they weren't hanging off of each other. They're just two guys who needed somewhere to sleep out the storm. Sure, maybe the idea isn't far off from Steve's own late night fantasies but it's not like it's going to happen. Just because Eddie's interested in men doesn't mean he's interested in him. He huffs again, adjusting his freezing grip on his duffle bag before he continues, “That we needed a room for the night.”

Shouldering the door open Eddie barks out a laugh, “Hah! Yeah, sure, Big Boy.” 

When they're in the room, door shut, shitty weather behind them and bags dropped to the floor, Eddie turns on the light to reveal the room and what Steve would describe as its horror. The carpet’s a yellowed beaten down shag that shows every commonly followed route in the room, a definite trail from the door to the bed and the bed to what he assumes to be the bathroom. The walls are wood panelling that's in surprisingly decent condition, not unlike the lobby, though the ceiling is anything but perfect, off white and stained with cigarette smoke, water damage and a browning splatter that Steve refuses to think any deeper about… He just hopes if someone was murdered in the room, they at least changed the sheets.

Eddie only takes a moment of pause before plopping down onto the single double bed in the middle of the room, falling backwards onto the comforter and letting out a loud groan as he stretches out, not unlike a cat. 

Steve, albeit hesitantly, settles down next to him, leaning back on his elbows, trying adamantly to ignore the way Eddie's shirt has ridden up and the sharp edges of his hips jut out above his belt line. It's become a problem in the last few years, his eyes finding every intriguing part of Eddie's body to ogle, and sometimes he does just that, but for right now he pulls his eyes away and forces them to focus on the ceiling.

It's quiet only for a moment.

“You know,” Eddie starts, rolling onto his side to face Steve, propping himself up on an elbow as the bed creaks under his movements, “at the very least she probably thought you were a hooker.”

“Me?” Steve laughs, disbelieving, giving Eddie a shove to the centre of his chest until he's flat on his back again, “a hooker? Why me?”

Covering his face with his hands Eddie lets out a breathy laugh, mumbling a hardly audible, “Jesus H. Christ,” before he turns his head to give Steve a flat look, resting his hands across his partly exposed stomach. “Really? Why would the pretty boy in the too-tight jeans be the hooker?”

Steve can't help but feel a heat spread through his cheeks as he nods, it's not uncommon for Eddie to call him pretty, but still, it gets him every time. Makes him feel warm and fuzzy and maybe wish Eddie were calling him sweet nicknames in a different setting. One maybe a little more intimate. At that thought and the images it brings to his mind, Steve bites his lip to smother the smile that wants to break free and waits for Eddie to continue with another nod. 

“Steve,” Eddie starts, cheeks pinkening and eyes searing as his gaze never breaks, “let's just say, I'd easily drop this month's rent and more for a night in bed with you.”

Jesus H. Christ is right. Fuck. At Eddie's words Steve can't help but to feel the spread of heat that floods through his veins, spreading from his cheeks to his chest and further south. He coughs into his fist and pulls his eyes away, telling himself Eddie's just joking. He has to be joking.

“Sure,” Steve eventually settles with, voice a touch shakey, now refusing to meet Eddie's eye as he counts the dots of the very possible blood splatter on the ceiling and decides to play along with whatever this game is that Eddie's got going. "You're better looking than I am, first of all.” Steve smirks, seeing Eddie's attention turn to him from the corner of his eye, “You have that whole hot bad boy thing going on. Plus, you took charge of that entire situation when we checked in. I hardly got a word in, then you pinched me when I got bitchy like it was a punishment. No, Eddie,” Steve shrugs, refusing to stop but also already beginning to regret what all he plans to say next, “you're some hot Dom, that rich assholes pay a shit ton of money to, to just step on their balls.”

At least he makes the effort to say rich assholes instead of I.

That has to count for something, right?

God, what's he doing? What the fuck did he just say?

Aside from Eddie's sharply sucked in breath, the room's eerily quiet after that. Both of them unmoving, refusing to look at one another. He sees Eddie open and close his mouth like he's trying to say something but nothing ever comes. Steve's sure he can feel the heat coming off of Eddie's body from the few inches away that he is. Maybe he caught on, maybe Steve wasn't subtle enough. Maybe Eddie's laying there regretting the idea of getting a room for the night. A room where Steve's just now clueing into the fact that they'll have to share a bed, because lord knows what they'd catch from the carpet if one of them slept on the floor. God, they're going to have to share a bed.

Nothing ever comes. Eddie says nothing and Steve stays silent. The tension is thick and awkward, heavy in the stale air as they both refuse to speak any further.

That is until a loud moan nearly rattles the walls, the creaking of a bed frame following, along with the smacking of a headboard meeting the wall adjacent to theirs. They can't help but burst into laughter as Larry, according to the screams from next door, blows out someone's back. 

They're snorting and crying by the time it subsides. Steve having sat up, chest hurting from raucous laughter and Eddie having moved so his head’s hidden in Steve's thigh, the light wash denim now wet with tears as Eddie continues to shake and wheeze, eventually huffing between giggles and hiccups, “W-who d-do you think the h-hooker is over there?”

Steve snorts again, giving Eddie another shove that nearly sends him to the disease riddled floor.

—

An hour later they find themselves sitting in bed, backs against a headboard that's thankfully silent on the other side, shoulders brushing as they get comfortable. It'd taken a while to fully calm down after their giggle fit and still, after such a break in tension Steve felt a heat lingering in his core. So much so that he had to brave the rusty shower to deal with his problem. The smoke stained mirror, yellowed walls and piss poor water pressure did nothing to quell his need. He'd jerked off in record time and couldn't even be bothered to feel bad about it when he's sure Eddie did the same not more than five minutes later; if the choked off moan he heard from the bathroom was anything to go by.

There's still tension between them, but at least it's dissipated since their mutual, not so mutual, relief. Plus, the chill in the room doesn't really help to set a mood. Now that they're still and not all hot and bothered, the room's actually pretty damn cold. Eddie took a look at the radiator and when nothing worked he resorted to kicking it several times, only being granted a hiss from it in return. Now they're bundled up in sweaters and sweatpants, shuffling closer and closer together to steal one another's warmth. They, against Steve's better judgement, even got under the covers, pulling the comforter up to their chins as they searched the TV for a functional channel. So far the only one that seemed to be clear enough was a porno and well, after the earlier events of the evening, there's no way they were going to watch that. Which means they settled on a staticy Christmas episode of Golden Girls instead. If anything it really just provides a sound buffer to the room, it's not like they can see enough between the snowballing to understand what's going on anyways.

Eventually, even through the cold, the fear of bed bugs and the hiss of static from the TV, Steve begins to doze off. Eyes heavy and consciousness fading, he hardly registers when Eddie gets up to shut off the lights and TV, crawling back into bed to settle onto his back next to Steve. At some point apparently Steve had slumped down to the pillow from the headboard, its fabric rough and scratchy against his cheek. 

He's been fighting to keep his eyes open, lashes fluttering open every few minutes to catch Eddie's profile illuminated by the lights in the parking lot that shine through the cracked window. He can't help but smile when Eddie rolls onto his side and lets their eyes meet as he whispers, “Go to sleep, Stevie.”

“M’ not tired,” Steve mumbles back, blinking slowly as he looks over Eddie's features. The darkness of his eyes, the fullness of his lips and the way his mouth curves as he sleepily smiles. He looks so soft in the light breaking into the room, the warm light like sunshine across his face. He looks so soft and warm. Pulling Steve's attention away from the man across from him, there's a loud gust of wind from outside that seems to send a breeze through the room forcing him to shiver again from the chill in the air. Pulling the blankets up high and burrowing deeper, he complains, “Too cold to sleep.”

Eddie offers nothing more than a hum in response before he's reaching for Steve and pulling him into his chest. It's almost instant relief and the complaint on the tip of Steve's tongue dies the moment he feels Eddie's arm tighten around him. 

He can allow himself this right? If not for the fact that he's closer to Eddie than he ever has been, than for the sake of warmth and a moderate night's sleep. Steve hums in agreement with himself and presses closer to Eddie's chest, feeling the man's heartbeat on his cheek and the wrap of legs around his own as they become impossibly closer. 

Sleep finds Steve easily soon after, the feeling of Eddie's body pressed against his own following him into his dreams.

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***

With nothing but heat and hands and pressure wrapping around him, Steve lets the timber of Eddie's voice penetrate his skin. Words like honey in their sweetness, “Look at you Stevie, being such a Good Boy for me.”

He feels nothing and everything all at once, though it's never enough, but the touch is what he believes Eddie's hands to feel like against his skin. Warm, rough and smooth in all the right places, grabbing and pulling everywhere that it's needed.

“Such a Pretty Boy. So full.”

Steve can feel himself whine, his sleeping body pushing against the solid pressure at his backside. 

He wants. He needs so bad.

“Eddie,” he feels himself gasp into the air, voice naught but desperately begging.

All he can see is light, all he can feel is love and warmth and a pressure building inside of his core that's nearing unbearable.

He wishes he could taste. The dream version of himself wanting very little more than to sink his teeth into the pale flesh he's dreamt about for years.

Into the man he's dreamt about for years.

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Steve never does reach the end of his dream, the chill of the night and the hands tight on his body, pulling him just close enough to the cusp of consciousness that the images fade and refuse to return. 

He's left with nothing but need and desire remaining in his bones as he wiggles around in bed. At some point he'd rolled over only to have Eddie pull him back against his chest, hot breath against his back and a tight grip around his waist.

Until morning he remains dead to the world and his (aside from Eddie) less than ideal surroundings.

—

Waking the next morning Steve first notices two things. 

1. He's in a bed in a horribly disgusting hotel room that looks like the set of some horror film.

2. He's in a bed in a horribly disgusting hotel room that looks like the set of some horror film… and he's not alone.

And then all at once he becomes aware of a few more things.

The weight at his back and the arm around his waist, the warm heat of breath at the nape of his neck and the solid line of what he's rapidly realising is Eddie's hard dick pressed firmly against his ass.

With a sharp breath so many visions appear in Steve's mind. So many questions and a few concerns. He thinks back to his dreams of last night, of their conversation from yesterday and how he wishes it would have gone differently. He thinks about how Dream Steve had the courage to push past the tension and awkwardness and how he ended the night nude, sweaty and nearly sated. He wonders if Eddie even realises he's cuddling him, a strong arm around his waist with a nose buried in his neck. He wonders if Eddie's awake and knows he's hard and pressed so close. He wonders if when Eddie does wake if he'll go rigid and shy away or if he'll grab Steve tighter and pull him all the more closer. 

He wonders what any of that could mean for them and this thing that for months, maybe even years, has been toeing the line of something.

Mind going in a million different directions, Steve's too preoccupied to even notice the way he subtly rocks his hips back. As if driven entirely by animal instinct, he bites his lip and does it again, letting a soft gasp escape his lips.

He only clues into the fact when Eddie grumbles from behind him, shifting his hand from Steve's waist to the naked edge of his hip where his sweater has ridden up and pulls Steve closer, rocking his own hips forward to meet Steve's motions. His hard cock shielded by thin layers of cotton sliding against Steve's ass.

Into the cold air of the room, Steve breathes a hardly audible, “Fuck,” and presses back once again. Maybe Eddie just stirred in his sleep, maybe he's dreaming and Steve's in the right place at the right time or maybe….

Eddie's grip on his hip tightens and Steve has to swallow the groan that tries to escape as Eddie's pulls him against his cock again, pressing his hips forward as he lets a heavy, jagged breath fall to the nape of Steve's neck, hot and damp where it falls as he says Steve's name like it's a question and a prayer.

At the confirmation that Eddie's awake, Steve can't help but push back further, feeling the grind of Eddie's dick against his ass as he bends his arm back to pull Eddie's lips closer to his neck, a hand tight in messy curls, desperate to keep him close.

That, along with the breathy, begging, “Don't you dare stop,” that leaves Steve's lips seems to be confirmation enough for Eddie as well. Steve's hardly able to finish his sentence before Eddie's mouthing at what he can reach of his neck, cutting off Steve's words with a strangled gasp.

They rock back and forth meeting each other's movements, Eddie's grip punishing on Steve's hip as Steve's is in his hair. The air of the room is quickly growing hot and polluted with the sounds of gasping breaths. 

The only friction Steve's dick is granted is the wet drag of his precome dampened sweatpants and it's quickly coming to be not enough. He needs more. So much more. A hand, a mouth, whatever Eddie's willing to offer. It's after Eddie pulls him back again and whines into his neck that Steve finally asks.

“Touch me. Touch me, please.”

He can feel Eddie's smile against his skin as he answers, voice low and raspy from sleep, “Such good manners, Sweetheart.” 

The bruising grip on his hip disappears only for Steve to feel the motion of Eddie's hand sliding beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. It's tight and warm when Eddie takes him in hand, his hips still rocking against Steve's ass as he squeezes and slowly drags his thumb over Steve's leaking tip.

And that's when Eddie starts talking.

“Never thought we'd get this far. Thought I'd just have to jack off to the thought of you beneath me for the rest of my life.”

Steve whines at the words, the thought of Eddie getting off to the idea of fucking him and the all encompassing everything that surrounds him.

“But look at you, Sweetheart, being such a Good Boy, using your manners, grinding that beautiful ass against me until I wake up.”

Eddie picks up his motions, rolling his wrist and smearing the slick leaking from Steve's dick down the rest of his length, not stopping until he's able to reach Steve's balls and squeeze until Steve keens and arches his back against Eddie as he continues to whisper against his neck.

“Let me guess Stevie… you're the rich asshole that'd pay for me to step on your balls? Hm?”

Emphasising his question with a mind numbing squeeze, Eddie rolls his hips again, rhythm stuttering as he bites Steve's neck and groans.

“Y-yes.” Steve stammers out, the edge of bliss quickly approaching when he decides to twist his neck and crash his lips into Eddie's.

“Yes,” he repeats again into the hardly there embrace that they're both messily clinging to. It's hardly a kiss and his neck already hurts but Steve can't get enough. They share breath and bond, spit messy between them, lips hardly meeting properly as they continue to rock against one another.

“Yes,” Steve repeats again, but for an entirely different reason, voice wrecked and letters swallowed by Eddie's tongue. He's so close to his release that when Eddie surges forward and bites his lip he can't help but topple for the edge. Hips stuttering as Eddie's hand finds his cock again and strokes him until it's edging on just too much.

Then not a moment later, no rhythm to be found and hand back to laying a brand on Steve's hip, Eddie grinds against him one last time before he shudders and breathes profanities over his tongue.

As the seconds after pass, breathes heavy and air thick, they never part and their grip hardly eases, though Steve does turn just a touch more so it's easier to reach Eddie's lips with his own. This time though as their breathing slows and their heartbeats settle, it's not as ravenous or as animalistic. It's slow, gentle, unhurried as if they have all the time in the world. Steve doesn't even have the mind to worry about what's next because this part feels easiest. The way they stay, the way they linger and tease and smile and kiss like it's something they've done a million times before.

Eventually after an unfathomable amount of time has passed and they've shared kisses and cuddles and softly spoken words, they make their way to the shower, Eddie slapping Steve's bare ass along the way.

It's awful in so many ways, the floor has rust spots and the space is hardly large enough for one man, let alone two, but they make do. It's cramped and the only way they manage to stand is in each other's arms. Eddie's around Steve's waist as he rinses him clean and Steve's around Eddie's when he does the same. 

The water pressure is pathetic, and the temperature’s anything but warm, but still they stay. They let their lips press together as the water falls around them and they feel the warmth of one another's body against their own.

They tease and let lips and mouths and fingers wander. Even in the small space Eddie manages to get Steve gasping again, this time with two fingers in his mouth and one in his ass as Eddie ruts against him promising all of the vile things he'll do to him when they're somewhere safer, somewhere cleaner, somewhere that feels more like home.

When they're rinsing off for the second time, water cold as it falls to their flushed skin they can't help but giggle over the ridiculousness of it all. Sure they finally got together, pulled their heads out of their asses, but you'd think it'd have happened somewhere like their home, the apartment they've shared for years and not some horrific motel.

They dress and gather their things, hands roaming freely as they pass one another and lips meeting in soft presses when the time allows. They laugh and they giggle and they call each other idiots, because duh, how could they not have caught onto one another's flirting over the years. 

When they decide to brave the cold they're greeted with blue skies and the promise of a safer drive back to Hawkins.

Eddie's hardly out of the door when he trips, finding himself caught in Steve's grasp as he notices the folded sheets sitting on the ground in front of their door with a note pinned to the top that reads, ‘You sounded a little busy. Figured I'd leave you to your fun. ♡ Mary-Sue’

Eddie snorts a laugh, pockets the note and picks up the sheets while Steve flushes red and hides his face in the back of Eddie's neck.

—

They check out, leaving the fresh sheets on the countertop with parting a wink from Mary-Sue and a coupon for the diner down the road. 

It's noon before they manage to leave town, but when they do their bellies are full and their hearts are happy.

—

Over the next few hours they make their way to Hawkins, stopping occasionally for gas, snacks or if Steve has anything to do with it, a very impromptu make out session. 

Like right now.

Sure the tension had finally snapped between them, but now that Steve was allowed to touch, allowed to do all of the things his dirty little mind had conjured in the last few years, he wasn't going to waste any time.

They'd pulled over a few times already for Steve to climb into Eddie's lap and kiss him stupid, but now he had a little more on his mind.

It'd started with an innocent hand on Eddie's thigh that climbed higher and higher as time went on until Steve could brush a knuckle against the inseam of Eddie's jeans. 

And from there, aside from the skidding stop Eddie made into a gas station parking lot, they made their way to the back of the van. Eddie had thrown the vehicle into park only to grab Steve by the hand and pull him with the force of a man starved into the back, crashing their lips together and unbuttoning their jeans with a blur of haste. 

Duffle bags and Christmas gifts at their feet, they share breath and shuddered words, as their hands fly with intensity over one another's hardness. It takes no time at all for the spit they'd used as lube to be accompanied by a mess of white, their knuckles covered in a combination of their desperation until Steve licks Eddie's hand clean, along with his own.

Turns out, when they're as clean as they can manage and stumble out of the back of the van, they're in Hawkins. Or more specifically, the parking lot of the ratty gas station just across the town's limits. 

Eddie snorts when they catch a familiar face wave at them from across the parking lot. Someone from high school, a jock Steve remembers from the basketball team and Eddie had probably known from his previous career as a drug dealer, surly visiting family of his own for the holidays. A man hopefully clueless to the events that just transpired in the back of the van.

Steve waves and reaches for Eddie's hand to drag him away before he can begin a conversation with the man. He knows if Eddie had the chance he'd happily shake the previous jock's hand with remnants of Steve's come dried to his palm, the sick fucker.

—

They wash their hands and straighten themselves out from the dishevelled messes they were in the restroom mirrors. Graffiti and odd memories from their past surround them in the oddly familiar space. Eddie having done many of drug deals between the four cinder block walls and Steve participating in other nefarious activities. Activities of which Steve can't help but giggle at while he watches Eddie sputter at the admittance.

Eddie snorts again, a trait Steve seems to love more and more every time he does it, while he looks back at Steve through the mirror, disbelief colouring his face, “You did not hook up with some chick in here. The poor girl. Steve. There's no way.”

Steve shrugs, fingers tracing over the colourful walls, while he wanders and nonchalantly admits, “Never said it was with a girl.”

He can hear Eddie pause, breath caught in his lungs before he lets out a shuddering breath and turns to Steve while leaning against the countertop, arms crossed over his chest before he whispers, more to himself than Steve, “Why's that so hot?”

Steve shrugs again but pauses his meaningless wandering to step closer to Eddie, their toes nearly touching as he invades the other man's space. Confidence he hadn't had a day ago flows through his veins like lava when he reaches out to take a chunk of Eddie's hair and twirls it between his fingers, pulling the man closer until their breaths are shared.

“Tell me,” Eddie whispers, words catching on Steve's lips as they lean closer together and his hands find Steve's hips, calloused fingers skimming beneath his shirt to press against warm skin.

It's so stupid, anyone could walk in, they're in a public space for God's sake. In Hawkins of all places. Not to mention that whoever walks through that door they'd probably know. But knowing that information only makes Steve press closer, the growing need in his pants pressed against Eddie's own as he answers back, voice so sultry it even makes him shiver. 

“Gave my first blow job in that stall,” he says while nodding his head back to the stall in the corner, “Got my first from a guy in there too.”

Eddie swallows, already looking ravenous when Steve chances a glance, pupils blown so wide his eyes nearly look black.

“Let a guy fuck me too,” Steve adds, hips rolling forward while he nips at Eddie's bottom lip and ventures southward, licking at the man's pulse, continuing, “right against this counter.”

Steve's hands find the sharp edges of Eddie's hips and pull him impossibly closer, burying his face in the warmth of flushed skin just beneath Eddie's ear, when he adds, “Kinda wished it was you, even back then.”

Eddie groans and lets his head fall back further, exposing his neck all the more for Steve to bite at and rocking his hips forward to press into Steve's. 

“Tell me more,” Eddie breathes into the air with the gentle command, one hand finding the back of Steve's head where ringed fingers weave into chestnut locks and grip tight, “Tell me what a slut you were, Sweetheart.”

Steve shudders and tries to not melt at Eddie's tone and the grip in his hair, he'd felt like he'd had the upper hand, but as he licks and laves at Eddie's skin and the grip in his hair grows tighter he can feel himself slipping.

“Liked the way he pulled my hair and made me watch in the mirror,” he shudders at the thought, picturing Eddie doing the same, “m’ and the way the countertop left bruises on my hips.” 

Feeling like he's floating from the taste of Eddie's skin alone, Steve gasps when Eddie spins them around, turning Steve to face the mirror as he presses against his back, one hand tight in his hair, forcing him to look at their reflection just like Steve had imagined. Eddie's other hand reaches down, cupping Steve over his jeans and squeezing as he speaks against Steve's ear, maintaining eye contact through the mirror. “You want me to do that for you?” Eddie asks, his grip tightening at every point of contact as he continues, “Want me to bruise you up, Baby? Treat you like a whore and let you walk into Christmas all marked up?”

Steve tries to nod, vision blurring at the edges as it pulls at his hair more and his knees feel even weaker. “Yes,” he barely manages to breathe out, picturing the bruises on his hips, the marks from Eddie's teeth, forgetting entirely why they're in this restroom in the first place.

Feeling as though if Eddie were to let go he'd slide to the floor, Steve tries to lean back further, letting Eddie take more of his weight as he feels the rise and fall of the man's chest against his back. 

God, he'd want nothing more.

He can feel Eddie emit something of a growl against his neck as he begins to pull at the tongue of Steve's belt, leather snapping and metal clanking in the emptiness of the room they occupy. 

Eddie's hand is down Steve's underwear, grip nearly punishing when he feels the man speak against his ear again, “I'm gonna be-”

*BANG*

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” comes the sharp shriek of Robin's voice and for a minute Steve thinks he's in the middle of a nightmare. He and Eddie freeze as though if they don't move she can't see them, Eddie's one hand in Steve's underwear, fingers still holding him tight in hand and the other only barely loosening the grip in his hair.

“Oh my god,” they hear whispered from the doorway Robin's still standing in, the door she had aggressively flung open now sitting wide open for the world to see. “Like… woo, you got together after years of being idiots,” she coughs as the pair continue to remain still, “but um… Eddie, is your hand still in Steve's pants?”

All romance and heat sucked from the room, Steve can't help but snicker as Eddie pulls his hand free to rest on his stomach, his other hand soon following, both now only holding Steve close to his chest as he whispers sheepishly, “Not anymore.” 

There's the unmistakable chime of Nancy's voice calling for Robin, soon followed by a giggle from the door that they can only assume now means Nancy's there too.

“Nice to see you two finally got together.” The young woman confirms her presence by adding to the conversation.

Eddie groans from behind him, letting his head fall to hide against Steve's shoulder, while he himself finally gains the energy to turn and look at the girls who appear far too giddy for what they just witnessed, “What are you even doing here? This is the men's room.”

Robin levels him with a look that says ‘you think I care, Dingus?’ as she carelessly strides into the restroom and lets a stall door fall shut behind her as Nancy remains at the entrance, shrugging as if she's gotten used to her girlfriends antics.

“I needed to pee and the ladies restroom was closed.” Robin says matter-of-factly, from behind the metal door as she does her business. “Wanna explain what you're doing in here?” Nancy raises a manicured brow to accompany the other woman's question and Steve can only imagine Robin's accusing expression.

“We-” he starts, only to be pulled closer by Eddie and feel a kiss to his shoulder before he's interrupted by the man, “Well, the plan was Steve, I'd have you know. But, thanks to your barging in, I'd say my chances of that are now less than zero, Buckley.”

Robin lets out a loud cackle as she flushes and re-emerges to wash her hands at the sink next to them, looking with a pointed brow from Steve to his still clearly undone pants. “Clean yourself up, Babe,” she tuts, “we're supposed to be at the Hopper-Byer’s in an hour.”

And with that she flicks her hands dry, finishing the job by flapping them as she walks to the door, spraying both men with water, until she yells, “Love you!” and leaves the door to slam shut behind her, Nancy most likely by her side giggling on their way back to the car.

Steve and Eddie stand there for a minute, Eddie's arms still around Steve's waist as he props his head on Steve's shoulder to look at him in the mirror. 

Steve can't help but smile at the site, sure his pants are undone and they almost fucked in the Hawkins gas station restroom, but still, it's kinda sweet, kinda laughable, and all kinds ridiculous.

Eddie kisses his cheek and smiles back, whispering with mischief in his tone, “So, a bit of an exhibitionist are we, Sweetheart?”

“Shut up,” Steve huffs, lightly bunting Eddie's head with the side of his own.

“Makes sense,” Eddie says with a shrug, dark eyes glittering in their reflection, lips pulling into a bright smile as he kisses Steve's cheek again, “I'd presume most hookers are.” 

— 

Thirty minutes later they find themselves ambushed by hugs and wails of ‘Why weren't you here yesterday?!’ the kids being just as upset with their late arrival as Steve had guessed. But it's nice to be surrounded by family again otherwise, Joyce pulling both him and Eddie into a crushing hug, Hopper slapping them both on the shoulders and handing them a beer the moment they walk through the door and Wayne pulling Eddie into a hug only to whisper something in his ear that forces the man into a serious blush.

Across the room Robin sits in Nancy's lap where she, the moment no one's looking, makes the gesture of giving a blow job, forcing Nancy into a fit of giggles while she tries to pull Robin's hand away from her mouth.

Once the kids have finally bored themselves with giving both Steve and Eddie shit, Steve makes his way over to Robin, flicking her in the forehead when he reaches her, hissing, “You're a pain in my ass, you know that right?”

Robin stares at him for a moment, Nancy's arms snug around her waist again as her blue eyes dart to Steve's side where Eddie's appeared. The metalhead's ringed hand is warm where it gently settles at the small of Steve's back, only for him to notice the smirk Robin gives him as she hisses back, “No. But I bet Eddie is.”

It's Eddie's turn to flick Robin then, joining the conversation, “You know for a fact you interrupted that opportunity, Buckley.”

“So you weren't just standing in the mirror with your hand in Steve's pants?” Nancy decides to butt in, much to Robin's delight if the grin that spreads across her face is anything to go by.

Both boys refuse to answer knowing that if anything they can't win an argument against Nancy Wheeler. 

But Robin looks like she hasn't even started, a menacing look on her face as she glances between the three around her, mouth opening to say lord knows what before Hopper's yelling over the chaos of the house, “Suppers ready shit birds!” Joyce's immediate scolding of her husband follows.

“You know,” Robin says, extracting herself from Nancy's lap, eyes still focused on Steve as she rises, “this doesn't mean you're off the hook. I want details, Dingus. All of them.”

“I don't think you do, Birdie,” Eddie chimes, singing his way out of the room, hand outstretched to pull Steve behind him.

“All. Of. Them.” Robin repeats with a concerning look, pinching Steve's side as she passes him into the kitchen.

—

Steve doesn't share the dirty details of his now…relationship? with Eddie, with Robin just yet, but he knows he will have to in the near future. He knows the girl won't give up.

But for now, he enjoys Christmas with his friends and family, Robin to his left and Eddie to his right and everyone else he loves surrounding him. 

He doesn't know what he and Eddie are, they never really had that conversation, but really, Steve doesn't feel like they have to. It feels special, permanent, it feels easy.

Easy like knowing their lives will hardly change when they head back to Chicago. That, yeah, maybe they'll share a bed and be closer in all the ways that matter most, but Steve will still wake up every morning with Eddie being at the forefront of his mind and go to sleep every night happy that the man is a part of his life at all. Just now, maybe Eddie will be laying by his side when those thoughts cross his mind.

As a hand lays on his thigh and he turns to look at the man he's pretty sure he loves, Steve can't help but smile. Eddie's grin matching his own.

Maybe Eddie was thinking the same thing.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, grip tight on Steve's thigh as he leans over and presses a kiss to Steve's cheek.

“Merry Ch-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

“DUSTIN!”

“EDDIE JUST KISSED STEVE, DID NO ONE ELSE SEE THAT?!”

The chaos further erupts as questions soar and Eddie only makes things worse by grabbing Steve by the cheeks and pulling him in for a searing, sloppy, life long kiss.

[polaroidtelevision]

I was going to post a list of the several writer steve aus bouncing around in my head for people to take and use as they please but then I spiralled on a specific one and now it’s at 2k and counting and too long to post here like I was going to so anyway chapter one of this will be out on ao3 soon. Maybe

Basically Steve’s a writer and Eddie’s a barista at a queer friendly cafe with a rockstar side gig.

It’s 1987, the upside down didn’t happen, Steve finally gets out of his parents house and gets an apartment with robin in the city. He starts going to community college to work towards eventually being a counselor or teacher or something. While he isn’t studying he picks up hobbies he felt like he could never even begin to approach while under his parents roof and he and robin explore the queer scene of the area(he realized he was bisexual in 1985). They find a cafe not far from the apartment, it’s called Dorothy’s Keep, it’s decorated very fantastically and it just screams this is a safe place to be yourself, not to mention the name, it’s a queer refuge hiding in plain sight. And Steve becomes a regular. He claims a table in the corner and spends lots of time their studying, and then he starts writing. He gets the idea on a whim one day when on the phone with Dustin, who’s telling him about their latest dnd campaign back in Hawkins. The storyline evolves into its own thing in his head, and then he puts his own twists into the scene, his own monsters and characters, and he starts writing. Its a fantasy horror romance that starts out being about a boy and a girl, but after a few interactions with the cute barista at Dorothy’s keep he makes the main characters queer. His writing end up being good, and he’s cranking the story out, between the atmosphere at the cafe and his life being actually pretty sorted out, he can finally afford to be creative.

Said cute barista AKA Eddie Munson always greets Steve by name or nickname when he comes in now, it’s been a couple months since he first started coming in, and maybe Eddie has a bit of a crush on his favorite regular.

One day he sees Steve looking particularly frustrated in the corner, and frustrated Steve looks like a kicked puppy and Eddie just can’t have that going on, so he decides to finally gather the courage to do something like he’s been meaning to. So he brings Steve his favorite pastry that he often orders. Steve says “I uh, I didn’t order this?” And Eddie says something about how he looked so sad and “i can’t have my favorite regular being down in the dumps, now, can I?”

Steve says thanks and is like yeah you know what I’m done with this for today and closes the journal he’s writing in and Eddie’s guesses “schoolwork?” And Steve replies with “nah, writers block is kicking my ass.”

Naturally, Eddie asks “you’re a writer?” And it ends with Steve telling him all about his story for the next hour and Eddie assuring him that he’s the manager and won’t get in trouble for extending his break a bit and they flirt. Like. A lot.

They talk more often after that and flirt a lot and we’ll, you can guess where the story is headed.

Keep an eye out for the fic, it’s gonna be super gay and cute, I’ll repost this when chapter one is out. I haven’t decided if I’m gonna add angst yet or not, but knowing me there’ll be a.. little bit. There’ll be a happy ending though, I promise.

[steddieunderdogfics]

future in your hands (sign, sealed, delivered) by formosus_iniquis

@formosusiniquis

Rating: Teens and Up

10,390 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Epistolary, Appalachian Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Non-Graphic Violence, Pen Pals, Minor Background Ronance, Road Trips, Period-Typical Homophobia

Summary:

Dear Eddie, Mrs. Simpson says I’m supposed to thank you for volunteering to be my partner even though you’re a fifth grader. I don’t know why I should though since now I actually have to do this stupid pen pal project. I know she only paired me with an older kid cause she thinks I’m dumb. But thanks for the extra work I guess. Sincerely (cause we aren’t friends), Steve Harrington --- Assigned to be pen pals elementary school, Steve and Eddie find themselves growing closer than they could have imagined as children. Sending letters where they become confidants, friends, and more over the years they write to one another. Nearly a decade after they start an incident sends Steve himself to Eddie. The two leave Hawkins and road trip together to their Happily Ever After.

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[chickensoupleg]

-pokes head in with a prompt- Hi, it me, Brightside!

Billy gets brought back 'wrong', Eddie gets brought back 'wrong', but one thing Vecna underestimated was the homoeroticism of one Steve Harrington. Now all three are on a cross country road trip in a stolen bus or RV to save the world. These are their stories -dun dun-

Your thoughts?

STEVEN NOT AGAIN.

Okay so what I'm imagining is the Upside Down after Vecna's defeat is repairing itself back to what it used to be, and since everything is a hivemind it just repairs everything. That includes whatever was left down there, including Eddie and Billy's body. Billy's body technically isn't physically there, but since he was hive-minded and kept in one piece at one point there is a Billy somewhere down there.

Except of course humans don't naturally exist there so they get revived using non-human materials. My idea is the UD repaired them like they did the Mind Flayer body so they're semi... liquid. Not entirely! But whatever was lost was filled in with evil putty. And the evil putty may or may not be controllable.

To make it cool it looks like tattoos once their bodies (forcefully) accept the goo. I am a sucker for sun scar Billy and bat scar Eddie, so that's what the 'tattoos' look like, which are entirely black. They're not entirely controlled by the Upside Down, but there's a part of it still in them. It freaks Billy out way more than it does Eddie since he's half convinced that he's not in control of himself again, but Eddie manages to calm him down and get everything explained for him.

After a while Vecna (>:() gets a hold of himself and decides to try yet again! Man is as stubborn as a toddler in search of ice cream. Eddie and Billy find out somehow, perhaps through a democreature they managed to befriend to their side and decide 'Yeah no that's not gonna happen again' and figure out a way to portal back into the real world. They're not the greatest at it (all hands on deck), and only manage to open a rift near the closest person they could imagine.

That being of course a Steve Harrington. Steve of course is besides himself because not only is Eddie alive, so is Billy. They're both supposed to be dead! Eddie and Billy find out that after Hawkins was destroyed Steve stayed just long enough to help with reparations until he disappeared with Robin out across the country, back in sunny California because where else would it be. Perhaps Steve wanted a taste of the sea, reminiscing about stories Billy told him by the quarryside and needing to see it for himself out of memoriam for both him and Max.

Except, well. Turns out he's back.

And after a tearful reunion and some relaxing they explain what was going on in the UD and Steve decides (after a lot of griping) that he's going back into the fray.

Lucky for him, he's gotten the RV of his dreams and now his Billy and Eddie back. He finds out about their new abilities a few hours in when a bump in the road knocks over a cup and before it shattered Eddie caught it with a black vine shooting out of his side.

... So there's that.

For a lingering danger over their heads they sure do take a long time getting there. Why stress? The world is their potato. Perhaps the black duo still have a connection that tracks how close Vecna is to coming back again and know there's a lot of time (Steve and Robin get a lot of congratulations for defeating Vecna so hard he's taken this long to collect himself). Steve's learning a lot about his feelings towards the recently revived and also a lot about his body's feelings towards the recently revived.

Robin comes along as well. She has to leave the RV often for the privacy of her best friend. Perhaps even picks up a girlfriend on the way who is oddly very okay with what's going on in the studio. Maybe even two girlfriends, Robin has two hands.

They have a lot of souvenirs as they go along and the RV is just filled with trinkets by the time they return to Hawkins to save the world a fifth time.

[pbchocmint]

Steddie road trip pt.2 cuz I wasn’t happy enough with pt.1 and I’m much happier with this one 🤗🤗🤗

(@yearoftheotpevent March prompt: road trip)

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Take Me Home, Country Roads

Prompt Day 8: Idiots to Lovers | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only | Tags: Canon Divergence Post-Season 4, Eddie Munson Lives, Road Trip, Established Relationship, Motel Room, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Dual POV, Eddie Munson is Bored

This does take place during my fic Take the Money and Run, but can be read as a standalone.

Day 60/90: November 24th, 1986 I-5, Washington

Steve

"Did we forget West Virginia?" Eddie asks, very suddenly and out of the blue.

Steve looks over at him from the driver's seat.

"What? No," Steve says, trying to lean over and look over the map while still keeping the car on the road and between the lines.

"I think we missed West Virginia," Eddie says, tracing their route.

"We definitely didn't," Steve says, because even if they did, Steve's not about to back track nearly three thousand miles. They couldn't be further from West Virginia right now unless they were floating in the Pacific ocean. 

"Steve, I think we did," Eddie argues.

"We drove through there. For sure. I remember," Steve lies. He doesn't remember shit.

Eddie looks skeptical, like he knows Steve doesn't remember shit. But Steve's trying to sell this, even if he's not sure he's pulling it off. 

"Maybe," Eddie says, "maybe we clipped the edge."

"We did. We definitely did," Steve assures him. He has no fucking clue if they did or not, that was months ago. Eddie tells him where to drive, and he does. He really couldn't draw a map of where they've been and where they haven't been. He figures Eddie will know. Eddie is the navigator, this is his job. 

"Okay, we probably did," Eddie decides, and Steve relaxes into his seat. 

Eddie's quiet for a few minutes, but then he speaks again, asking, "But what if we didn't?"

"Then we'll probably die," Steve says dryly, and Eddie laughs, tossing the atlas up onto the dash, apparently deciding to let it go. At least for right now.

Eddie

They didn't go through West Virginia. He's almost certain. He fucked this up. He's an idiot. They were supposed to hit all fifty states. Well, all forty-eight, at least. And now he's fucked that up, he's pretty sure.

Steve doesn't seem to care though, so Eddie's trying to believe they clipped the edge. That they did go through, even if they didn't really do anything. Just being there counts, as far as he's concerned. 

They've stopped in Seattle, and it's cloudy, and definitely looking sorta gloomy. They've kind of just decided to hang around the room, waiting on a better day, but there hasn't been one. Eddie looks out of the window, into the foggy city, one more time.

Eddie's getting a little bored. A little stir crazy. He wants to do something, anything. 

"You wanna play strip poker?" Eddie asks, glancing over at Steve.

"If you want me to get naked, just say so," Steve answers, flipping through the television channels. 

Eddie laughs, he definitely wants Steve to get naked. He always wants Steve to get naked. But he just wants to do something, anything. 

"I'm bored," Eddie admits. "The weather is making me sad."

Steve kicks open his legs, in invitation, "Come sit with me."

Eddie doesn't want to sit. They've sat for two days. 

"Let's go do something, anything."

And he watches as Steve slowly, so slowly, unzips his jeans. He's smiling and it's cute, but Eddie was serious. He needs to be out of this room. 

But then Steve's taking his dick out of his pants, and Eddie's forgotten what he was even bitching about, now. He walks to the edge of the bed, but doesn't crawl up on it, and Steve falters. Like he's not sure if he's done something stupid.

"Touch yourself," Eddie says, and Steve relaxes. And he kicks off his jeans, and his underwear. Then pulls his shirt over his head, and tosses it away, too. 

Then he wraps a fist around his dick, and strokes himself.

Steve

He feels stupid, and a little embarrassed doing this while Eddie just watches, but Eddie digs around in the sex pumpkin, and fishes out the lube. Steve holds out his hand, and Eddie drizzles a little into his palm. 

And then he goes back to watching, just standing there, near enough to touch him, but not doing it.

So Steve just fists his dick the way he likes, and keeps eye contact with Eddie. Sliding up, and over the head, before going back down and starting the movement all over again. He tilts his head back a little, exposing his neck, and Eddie whines, just a little. 

It makes Steve smile. 

"Feels good," Steve says, and when he looks back at Eddie, Eddie is rubbing his own dick through his jeans. Cupping, rolling his hand against himself, and it makes Steve's dick jump in his fist. He's so attracted to Eddie. He doesn't know how he's managed to live without looking at him. Touching him. 

How he's lived without Eddie touching him. He really likes Eddie's hands all over him. His rings, his fingers. 

"I want you to touch me," Steve says, and Eddie wastes no time. He crawls on the bed, nodding as he's sliding between Steve's thighs, finally wrapping his hand around Steve's dick and stroking.

Steve groans, bucking into Eddie's fist. That's good. That's so good. Better than his own hand, that's for damn sure.

Eddie strokes him, with just the right amount of pressure, and before long Steve comes. All over Eddie's hand, his own chest, hell, probably the bed. 

"Fuck," Steve says, riding the last waves of his orgasm. 

And then he reaches for Eddie's belt, tugging on him. Pulling him closer. Shoving him onto his back, manhandling him, a little.

"That's good," Eddie says, and Steve runs his hand over his own flagging dick, gathering up any leftover lube, and then he fists Eddie.

Eddie moans and arches upwards, coming while Steve works him through all of it. Then, Steve slides on top of him. Pressing their naked bodies together, sliding against him, even if they're both already spent. It still feels good to touch him.

When Eddie looks at him, Steve asks, "Still bored?"

"No, I'm good," Eddie answers, and Steve smiles. Leaning down to kiss him, just because he can.

Notes: Since this fic's original chapters were song titles, I went with the John Denver classic about West Virginia. Did they go through WV in the original? Like Steve, I say yes, because I definitely had developed a plan/route while writing Take the Money and Run to get them to all 50 states, but I sure can't find proof they went through there now. 🤣

This was prompted by THIS POST because I saw it and felt big regret that I didn't know it existed in WV while writing TtMaR. So, I was like, maybe I can fit it into a drabble? Did their route go near there?? Then I went down the rabbit hole, just like Eddie and Steve, on whether they were ever in WV at all, haha.

I loved getting to write them for a little more time, here. It was fun! (And these versions of the boys will be back on Road Trip day, too. Because, what else would I write for that prompt? LOL.)

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