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"Tell me a secret," Steve says and Eddie shakes his head.
"Why would I do that?"
"I'll tell you one."
Eddie looks intrigued, smirks in his direction. "A secret for a secret? Okay." He looks up. "You go first."
(Steve always noticed Eddie. He's been there on the peripheral, easy enough to ignore. Until he's standing right in front of him, unavoidable. And then they collide over, and over, and over.)
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Tommy draws his knees up toward him and leans his folded arms on top. He stares, unashamed, at the length of Steve's neck as he looks around. His chin. His nice smile. Tommy's drunker now that they're sitting in the brunt of the sun, and maybe that's why it takes a few extra seconds for him to realize that Steve's stopped talking.
"Is there something on my face?" Steve asks, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand. He looks confused. And he's waiting, because Tommy is slack-jawed and a little bit in love and he's really, really not ready for this shit.
(Tommy can't help but look, and Steve can't stop catching him.)
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Eddie's been working on the Harrington ranch just long enough to learn everything except for the fact that, once a year, Steve comes back and works the ranch for the summer.
Steve, with his shiny truck and his too-good-to-be-true smile. A thorn in Eddie's side from the start, slowly but surely making him question everything. Challenging all that he knows.
Steve shows up and wrecks everything.
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Steve is crammed on the couch with three other people, high out of his goddamn mind, when Eddie Munson saunters over and decides that his lap is going to be his spot for the night.
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"Did you get it?" Steve asks and Jonathan's throat clicks. Steve shifts and the heat of him brushes against Jonathan's thigh once more. He reaches out wordlessly and tilts Steve's chin. It's an imperceptible change and maybe would've been the end of it if Steve hadn't chosen that moment to lick his lips.
He can see Steve notice, catches the moment his eyes drift down. Like he knew what he was going to find. Jonathan opens his mouth to say something, anything, to stop what's about to happen. But Steve gets there first.
"You're hard."
Jonathan likes taking photos, Steve likes being looked at. It works.
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"How's this?"
"Good," Chrissy says softly. With the way he's pulled her arm back, her chest is raised up off the table, leaving her breast exposed to the room. But Eddie's standing on the other side of the table, and he's still rubbing up her arm, to her bicep, so she closes her eyes and ignores the prickle of shyness.
He smooths down her shoulder. But to her surprise, his hand keeps going.
Chrissy's usual massage therapist isn't available. She gets the new employee instead.
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Steve Harrington has the worst porn collection Tommy's ever seen. His own is better in every way, no doubt about it, and it seems like Steve agrees as he looks over the rows of tapes.
"Which one's your favourite?"
"Huh?"
"Your favourite. Which one?" Steve asks again, slower this time. Makes Tommy feel slow, too, as he reaches over for a well worn tape near the top of the box.
Steve gives him a smile that's sly enough to make Tommy feel like an idiot for saying it. For giving up something damning and getting shit-all in return, just Steve grabbing a fistful of his sleeve and pulling him toward the door.
"Let's watch it."
Steve kisses Tommy. It's a joke, it doesn't mean anything. There isn't an explanation for what happens after that.
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Eddie, down on his luck and back in Hawkins, crashes on his friends' couch while he licks his wounds. Steve and Chrissy, the perfect couple for as long as Eddie's known them, seem to be happy to have him there.
So why the hell does Chrissy keep hitting on him?
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They finish the movie and when Steve pulls away, it's like Eddie's been branded, Steve's palm permanently emblazoned on his skin through his jeans. He must notice Eddie's hard-on but he doesn't say anything. They talk about the movie while Eddie keeps the blanket piled in his lap and wills his dick to calm down.
"Next week?" Eddie asks on his way out, voice clumsy, tripping between words.
"Yeah," Steve holds the door open for him, smiles easily like Eddie's not holding his jacket in front of him. So fucking obvious. "Next week."
(Steve and Eddie have a series of movie nights.)
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"How does she make you feel?"
"She makes me feel..."
Steve rests the glass, the wrong kind, on his knee. The condensation leaves a ring in the dark denim. It takes him a long time to finish the sentence.
(Steve is getting married. Tommy helps him write his vows.)
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"Steve," he groans. "Fuck, baby. Not now."
"Hm?" Steve twitches, wakes up in his arms.
"C'mon, no. We're—"
Eddie stops because—because Steve is awake now, clearly. But the feeling behind him continues.
(Eddie assumes Steve's the one dreaming. It's not.)
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- Part 5 of parasomnia
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"Apparently we've been hanging out at night without me realizing," Steve says quietly and he doesn't look mad, or even sound upset. He's just... looking.
"Don't say it like that," Eddie says and the words are muffled underneath his palm as he scrubs his face. "The other night was... the first time I did that."
Steve's smile melts into something less playful, almost unsure. "But if you—if you did that, that means you could feel—?"
(They finally talk about it)
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- Part 4 of parasomnia
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"And what if it's about you?" Steve asks, eyes serious. Questioning. "Would it still be a compliment?"
Eddie's throat is bone dry. He blinks, feels each thought rearrange into something less comprehensible. Steve's hand is warm against his back.
"As long as it's a good dream."
(Eddie takes it one step further.)
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- Part 3 of parasomnia
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Eddie keeps himself from slapping at his neck when he feels a tongue drag up the side, suck hard on the skin. They aren't kisses—it's like his neck is a wound and someone's trying to suck the poison out. He lets out a puff of air at the same time as the hand, two hands, grip his hair. Tugs on the back, hard.
His knees nearly buckle.
(Steve takes a nap, Eddie reaps the rewards)
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- Part 2 of parasomnia
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Eddie wakes up to the feeling of fingers running down his chest even though he's alone in bed.
This hasn't happened in a long time.
(Eddie feels the physical sensations when someone dreams about him).
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- Part 1 of parasomnia
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Steve is in class and has his phone face up on his desk. He knows he shouldn't open it when he sees Eddie's text pop up, but he's never been able to resist that kind of thing. He angles his phone toward himself and swipes it open.
It's a video.
(Eddie turns the tables, Steve finally gets what he wants)
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- Part 3 of cybersex
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"Steve doesn't like me."
Tommy knows better than to lie.
"He'll come around."
He knows that the reason Steve hates Carol is the same reason that Tommy loves her. The same reason he loves Steve, really. They have the same bite, the same oil-slick filthy mouths that get them in trouble. They both smell like hairspray and bubblegum.
They both like Tommy.
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"You don't look so good," Eddie says, and Steve nods. Waits as he steps closer, less hesitant than before.
Underneath the venom-induced haze, Steve realizes he missed Eddie. Feels it hit his chest when Eddie gives him a small yet concerned smile. His face is pale and his eyes are big but he doesn't look nearly as rough as he did before, but he still feels the familiar tug to get close.
"I feel like shit," Steve says. "Sit down."
"Pushy," Eddie mutters, but pulls at his laces and leaves his shoes on the floor and sits on the edge of his bed. Leans his hand on the bed beside him and Steve can't help but wrap his hand around his wrist, pulls him down until Eddie gives in and lays down beside him.
(If symptoms continue, seek medical attention.)
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- Part 3 of sleep it off
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“So what’s the plan?”
Steve shoots him a look. “Why do I have to have a plan?”
“Your car.” Eddie shrugs. “Your call.”
"I think..." Steve sighs. "It would be safer to wait for the snow to stop, and then go from there. I don't want to actually crash into a ditch or something." He glances at Eddie, nervousness on his face. "What d'you think?"
"I'd say we're fucked either way but if this means I don't have to walk in the snow, I'm all for it."
"That's the spirit."
(Eddie hates Steve, for the most part. And now they're stranded in the middle of nowhere. And it's snowing.)
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Eddie: fuck
Eddie: you're hot, harrington
Eddie: video?Steve huffs. Deliberates. The bathroom is empty. His friends probably think he's taking a shit, so it's not like they'll come looking for him. But he makes no move to pull at his belt, chews on the inside of his cheek instead.
He nearly drops his phone when it buzzes. Keeps going. Eddie is calling.
(The sexting saga continues.)
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- Part 2 of cybersex