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    Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.

    This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

    No, wait. That’s not right. That’s Hitchhiker's Guide. Or was it Restaurant at the End of the Universe? Whatever, not important.

    Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.

    Except…he didn’t. He couldn’t have. Because Eddie Munson is currently arguing with himself in his fucking head about sci-fi quotes, which doesn’t feel especially like something that a dead person would have the capacity to do.

    The bats had killed him. There had been pain, and the sick sensation of tearing flesh. He’d had to swallow past a mouthful of his own blood to tell Henderson he loved him. Surely those were symptoms of imminent death.

    And yet.

    On April 1st, 1986, Eddie Munson opens his eyes in a dim hospital room. There’s a gasp from his left, and he tries to turn his head towards the source.

    “Easy there, kid. They’ve got you trussed up pretty good.”

    Eddie doesn’t need to see him. He’d know that voice anywhere, in any universe, hell dimension or otherwise.

    “Uncle Wayne?”

     

    A story about the families we find and the love that finds us.

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    “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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    15 May 2024

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    “Steve, I’m only offering because I want to help, okay? So,” he pauses, can’t believe he has to ask again. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

    Steve groans, squeezing his eyes shut as his face pinches up.

    “Yeah,” Steve says on the outbreath. “Please,” he tacks on. An afterthought. 

    Eddie grimaces. “Gross, man. Don’t say please about me fucking you.”

    “I’m just being polite! You’re the one who offered!”


    When Steve's heat comes early and threatens to ruin their holiday, Eddie grudgingly offers to help.

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    A not-yet-out-of-the-closet Steve books a *happy ending* massage at a spa.

    Massage Therapist Billy is all too happy to help Steve figure out just how much he likes another guy's hands on him.

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    Steve went a little more liquid with every minute passed, shifting and sighing when Billy found a sore spot, humming when anything felt particularly good and when Billy kneaded into the tightness low at Steve’s back, Steve didn’t stop himself from moaning out loud, “Right there, y-yeah right there, that’s good--”

    “Mmmm, that’s it Princess.” The pet name slipped out unintentional. The growl in Billy’s voice when he bent to run his nose along a few moles on Steve’s back was purely in-tentional. “How you feeling?”

    “Y-you feel amazing.” Steve gripped tight at the table when Billy’s lips landed just barely at his skin, and stammered out, “I didn’t even know I was sore there. That feels so good.”

    “Yeah?” Billy grinned, leaned over the table under the guise of adjusting the other side of the sheet and used the opportunity to shamelessly press the bump of his cock into Steve’s thigh. “You haven’t felt nothing yet.”

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