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Eddie doesn't dance. He loves moving around to music—headbanging and jumping and just going crazy—but he doesn't dance. And he doesn't slow dance.
Okay, well, in all honesty, Eddie's never thought about it. It's not like he's got some rule about it: Eddie Munson does not dance and he especially doesn't slow dance. He's never had to. He doesn't go to school dances and he's never had a girlfriend or anything and if he's going to see a band then everyone's headbanging. And he loves it. It's the only way to move to the music he loves.
And, when he finds himself with a boyfriend, and that boyfriend is Steve Harrington, he's not thinking about slow dancing in the moonlight or whatever. It just doesn't occur to him. So, the first time Steve says, "Dance with me," Eddie maybe doesn't take it seriously. He goofs off, starts jumping around and headbanging to whatever music Steve's put on (and, yeah, he lets Steve choose the music sometimes) and Steve huffs and rolls his eyes and smiles, so Eddie does it the next time and the time after that.
But, one time, he notices this disappointed look on Steve's face—not just disappointed, but resigned—and the bottom falls out of his stomach. He thought Steve enjoyed watching Eddie goof off which, now that he thinks about it, is kind of stupid. He doesn't have to ask Eddie to dance to watch him be an idiot. He tries to backpedal, get Steve to jump around with him, but Steve waves him off. No amount of cajoling works either.
So, Eddie devises a plan. It's pretty simple: make a compilation tape of songs that seem danceable; get boyfriend to dance with him. He mostly puts songs from bands he likes that have mellower tunes—there's Sabbath and Zeppelin and one track from an old Aerosmith album he had as a kid—and some from his mom's collection—Rainbow and Queen and even Cheap Trick—and he sneaks some Springsteen and Bowie on there, too, because this is meant to be for Steve. Or for both of them. Either way, there should be songs Steve likes. (And, well, Steve already liked Queen and he says he's getting used to Eddie's music, which makes Eddie stupidly happy.)
Next time they hang out, he doesn't wait for Steve to ask him to dance. He puts on the cassette and stands in front of Steve, who's sitting on the couch. He holds out his hand and says, "Dance with me."
Steve frowns up at him. Eddie makes a beckoning motion with his hand. Steve slips his hand into Eddie's, lets Eddie pull him to his feet, a curious smile tilting his mouth. "What's going on?"
"We're dancing." And that's when Eddie realizes he doesn't really know how to dance. "Uh, I guess you might have to teach me," he adds, feeling a little foolish.
But he doesn't have to worry—Steve loops his arm around Eddie's waist, pulling him close, and moving them around the room. It's nice. Really nice. Eddie feels dumb for not thinking it would be. He loves being close to Steve, and he loves hugging him, so why wouldn't he like this? And that itch to throw himself around isn't there either. There's almost a calm that washes over him.
When Steve takes his hand and spins him under his arm, Eddie laughs and says, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Nowhere," Steve says, quickly. Too quickly.
"Come on." Eddie digs his fingers into Steve's side, tickling him. "Tell me."
"Don't laugh," Steve says.
Eddie holds up a hand. "No laughing, I swear."
"My mom wanted to take dancing lessons, last year, and my dad wouldn't go with her." Steve shrugs. "So, I went." He looks up and sighs. "Okay, you know what, you can laugh if you want. It's dorky, I know."
"I think it's nice," Eddie says. And he does.
Steve raises his brows then says, "Yeah, okay," ducking his head with that cute smile of his. They dance for a while longer and Eddie could so easily get used to this. He loses himself in it, barely hearing Steve when he whispers, "Thank you."
"Any time," Eddie says, heart beating wildly when Steve smiles.
And then Steve pulls away, still smiling. He turns the tape off, puts another in, and Priest comes blasting through the speakers.
Eddie's brow furrows. "What—" But he's cut off when Steve grabs him around the middle from behind, spinning him around.
When Steve puts him down, he says, "Teach me how to headbang," into Eddie's ear.
Eddie turns around. "Really?"
"Yeah," Steve says, "really," and Eddie grins.
"All right, you just go like this," he says and starts banging his head in time to the music.
And the sight of Steve Harrington headbanging in his trailer is pretty damn awesome. And also kind of funny. The ease off on the headbanging, holding hands, and jumping around until they're both breathless. Eddie puts the other tape back on again, and they end up in each other's arms, swaying to the mellower rhythms.
"We should do this again," Eddie says.
"Yeah," Steve says, "I'd like that," and twirls Eddie around and around.
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