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Making out with Eddie has to be one of Steve’s favorite pastimes since they’ve gotten together a few weeks ago. The way he smells, the way he tastes, and how his skin feels under his fingertips nearly drives Steve crazy with want every time they’re together. He still can’t fully believe that Eddie chose him of all people and he’s trying not to think about it too hard for the sake of his good mood.
And because Steve is so gone on him, so crazy and hungry for the simplest touch, he can’t really explain what happens next.
Normally, when he and Eddie are together (if you catch his drift, wink wink), nothing can pry his attention away from the hot mouth on his and the wandering hands pressed against his skin. Hell, even a bomb could go off beside them and Steve would gladly ignore it if it meant he gets to keep on sucking Eddie’s face. Or other things.
And you have to believe him if he says he can’t exactly say what’s different this time. Really. Cross his heart and all that crap.
So the thing is. Everything that day starts like it always does.
He gets off from work, heads straight to the Munson trailer, has dinner with Eddie and Wayne, and finds himself lying on Eddie’s bed not soon after Wayne left for work.
Business as usual.
His back is pressed into the soft sheets beneath him while Eddie’s lips take him apart bit by bit. The only sounds in the small room are the wet smack of their lips and their breaths growing heavier because holy shit things are getting intense and-
-and then Steve makes the mistake of opening his eyes for a second, staring directly into the upper corner of the ceiling in Eddie’s room.
And then he sees it.
A dark ugly patch of mold.
A huge dark ugly patch of mold to be precise, growing merrily in the corner of Eddie’s ceiling, spanning over parts of the adjacent walls, too, practically taunting him to look at it while Eddie’s trying to make sucking hickeys into Steve’s skin an Olympic discipline.
How the hell did he never notice that before?
But then Eddie does something wicked with his tongue, making Steve gasp and close his eyes, the thoughts about mold and stains flying out of the window like they were never there before.
For now at least.
Unfortunately, it happens again a few weeks later.
With Steve’s parents gone most of the time, they often spend their alone time at his house, so he slowly starts to forget about the moldy incident from a few weeks ago.
He simply doesn’t have the capacity to think about it between going to work, spending time with Robin, spending time with Eddie, and getting his world rocked by him. Especially the last part.
Turns out that guy’s not only ridiculously good with his mouth but ahem… other parts of his body, too. Steve swears he blacked out a few times after the best dick-downs of his life so far.
Whatever.
Where was he?
Oh yes, the mold.
When it happens for the second time, they’re at Eddie’s trailer again. Because Steve’s dear loving parents decided to come home for the weekend to grace their son with their unwelcome presence.
He practically fled the house with a duffel bag in his hand, as soon as he saw their car round the corner of the street. He didn’t even give them time to park before he drove away with screeching tires, heading directly for his boyfriend’s home.
Eddie’s already waiting for him at the open door when Steve cuts off the engine, a shark-like grin on his face that makes Steve shiver in a good way. Because he knows exactly what’s in store for him the next few hours.
His parents and everything concerning them is all but forgotten when Eddie jumps his bones, pressing him against the closed door of the trailer while trying to get both of Steve’s tonsils known by their name. It’s wet and messy and so so good Steve almost melts into a puddle of want then and there.
Not for the first time he's glad that Wayne’s working the night shift, so they can spend their alone time away from the prying ears of others.
They make out against the door for a few minutes before they part again, heavily panting into each other’s mouths before Eddie has enough and pulls Steve’s shirt over his head in one flurry motion.
„Bedroom?“ Steve asks at Eddie’s heated stare.
As hot as it would be to bang right in the middle of the living room (he speaks from experience) his back is killing him today and he desperately needs the warmth and softness of a real bed while he gets taken apart by a clever mouth and skilled hands.
Instead of answering, Eddie grabs his wrist and pulls him in the direction of his room, Steve following him willingly.
Despite doing this for a few weeks now, he still feels the flutter of nerves under all that anticipation. Deep down he knows Eddie won’t hurt him. Won’t do anything Steve’s not ready for. But he can’t help himself to feel like this.
The good thing about his boyfriend though is the fact, that he’s a master at taking Steve’s mind off things in the blink of an eye. Like he does now by pushing him onto the bed and undressing him slowly but surely.
When Steve’s finally naked, Eddie crawls on top of him, planting both of his arms at each side of Steve’s head, looking at him from above.
„Hi,“ Eddie whispers, grinning softly at him.
„Hi,“ Steve whispers back.
And it’s all fine and dandy until Steve’s eyes stray from Eddie’s face to the side.
To that corner of the room again.
You know, the one with the absolutely disgusting stains of mold growing there that made his skin itch and which he could barely ignore the last time.
To be honest, he totally forgot about it until now. But now that he’s laid his eyes on it again, he can’t rip them away even though he so desperately wants to.
„What’s the matter?“ Eddie asks, drawing his eyebrows together in confusion, Steve’s eyes immediately snapping back to his.
„Uh, nothing?“
Wow, very convincing Harrington. Really.
Steve can see Eddie doesn’t believe him at all but lets it slide nonetheless. Maybe because there are better things for him to do right now.
Like nearly sucking Steve’s brains out through his cock for example.
And it’s good. It’s great.
It’s fucking fantastic and nearly makes Steve weep and thank the gods above for Eddie’s oral fixation but-
-but no matter how good it feels he can’t get those fucking mold stains out of his mind for fucks sake.
Unfortunately, unlike last time, Eddie notices his internal struggle, drawing back with a wet pop, licking his lips.
„Babe? Are you really sure you’re ok?“ Eddie asks, worry lacing his voice.
I’m totally fine Eds, really. I just can’t seem to get the fucking mold stains on your ceiling out of my mind while you suck my cock like you’re trying to win a medal. Just peachy. Absolutely fine.
Of course, he doesn’t say that. He’s not that stupid.
„Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry," he answers instead, hoping he sounds at least the slightest bit convincing.
Because he really really would like to continues this.
„Really? Because normally you make a ruckus that makes me wonder if the whole trailer park knows what we’re doing with how much you moa-.“
„Shut up.“ Steve feels his cheeks heat at Eddie’s words. He damn well knows he's loud, ok?
„What?“ Eddie laughs at Steve’s disgruntled expression. „I like it. Gives a guy an ego boost and all. So … where were we again?“ he whispers, before taking Steve back in his mouth again. Steve closes his eyes immediately, pressing them together to withstand the urge to stare back at the ceiling.
He tries to concentrate on Eddie’s wet, hot mouth around his cock, bobbing his head up and down, and swirling his tongue around the head on every upstroke.
And it seems to work. It really seems to work and he can already feel the telltale signs of his orgasm building up inside of him, and then he’s almost there and-
-and then remembers reading something about mold being a health hazard because of its toxic spores floating around and Eddie’s already an asthmatic and- Jesus fucking Christ!
„Fuck!“ he curses loudly. „God, I can’t ignore this anymore.“
Steve scrambles away from Eddie’s mouth, pressing himself against the headboard like he wants to become a part of it, eyes glued to the corner of the room.
„What the-? What the hell is going on Stevie?“
Before Eddie can finish his question, Steve jumps off the bed, furiously pulling on his clothes. „I’m so fucking sorry, Eds. It’s just- The mold. It’s - Urgh.“ Then he goes stock still, eyes widening. „We have to clean this up. Like now.“
„What? Like now? Please, tell me you’re not serious about this.“
„Of course I’m serious! It’s fucking mold!“ Steve grinds out through gritted teeth. „That shit’s like toxic or something.“
„Oh my god, you are serious about this,“ Eddie sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. „Jesus Christ…“
But Steve’s only half listening and already started to pace the room while counting off on his fingers what they need to clean up this whole mess. „Ok, we definitely need bleach and cleaning rags to deal with this. Oh, and a ladder! Oh, and maybe someone to patch up the roof after so this doesn’t happen again.“
Eddie can only stare at him in disbelief.
Then he sighs again.
Deeply.
And so Eddie finds himself scrubbing furiously at the dark stains with a cleaning rag and the stench of bleach burning in his nose, cursing quietly under his breath.
He wonders for the fifth time in the last ten minutes what the hell happened that got him into this situation. He still can’t comprehend how he went from sucking Steve’s dick to this in a matter of minutes and he seriously doubts that he ever will. God, Steve can be so glad he's so fucking in love with him that he’ll do nearly everything for him.
Even if it’s scrubbing fucking mold from the ceiling at 2 am in the middle of the night with a still raging hard-on tenting his underwear.
So fucking glad, he swears.
Meanwhile, Steve watches him work from the foot of the ladder with an approving look on his face, nodding slightly to himself.
Eddie will definitely thank him for saving him from that health hazard later.
He’s sure of it.