Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 112
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Eddie feels anything but serene as he follows Steve up to the front door of the Harrington house. Thereās no expensive car in the driveway aside from Steveās own, but that doesnāt account for all the neighbors. He still remembers the curtains shifting that night, all the rich folks ready to watch the spectacle Billy, Eddie, and Carol were making of themselves.
āWhat if someone calls the cops?ā Eddie whispers, looking behind them at the seemingly abandoned street. When he turns back around, Steveās frowning down at his keyring. Thereās an empty spot where his house key should be. Right. āWait, let meāā
Eddie bends down to grab the key from the pot where heād hidden it. He hands it to Steve with a sheepish smile. Steve doesnāt ask. He turns, fits it into the lock, and twists. The metallic clang of the tumbler turning portends their doom.
āSteve!ā Eddie hisses, looking back at all the houses hemming them in.
Steve just scoffs. āWhy would they call the cops on a kid going into his own house?ā He opens the door wide, ushering Eddie inside until he has no choice but to follow. As if there was ever a world in which he wouldnāt follow Steve anywhere. āThereās no way they told anyone they kicked me out.ā
Steve closes the door behind Eddie, clicking the lock and deadbolt home like a bad habit. āBesides, you think Chief Hopperās going to arrest us?ā
Steve doesnāt take off his shoes, so Eddie doesnāt either. Steve skips, light-footed up the stairs, but Eddie clumps, muddy boots leaving clods of dirt with every step. When they reach the top of the stairs, Eddie makes sure to ground his heel extra hard into the new white carpet.
When Eddie takes a little too long to follow, Steve clasps his wrist and pulls him into his old bedroom and shuts the door. Heās not surprised when Steve leads him over to his closet.
Heād known right when Steveād pulled onto the street.
Steve drops his wrist. He puts his back to the closet wall, slides down it, and sort of crouches there, feet planted on the ground, eyes looking up at Eddie. When he doesnāt move, Steve pats the spot next to him.
Eddie slides down the wall beside him. He ends up sitting criss-cross on the carpet, thigh overlapping Steveās own. As if waiting for Eddie to take his place, Steve drops his own alert position, falling onto his ass and crossing his own legs so his thigh stays pressed tightly into Eddieās.
Steve didnāt turn on the bedroom light, but the curtains are open, and thereās still plenty of daylight to burn.
āSoā¦ā Eddie trails off leadingly, gaze trained on the atrocious plaid wallpaper that covers the room. āWhat are we doing here?ā
Steve sighs. Eddie feels him shift. He looks over, and Steveās picking at his fingernails. āI just wanted, I mean, youāre just,ā Steve stumbles. He groans, burying his head into his hands before peaking up at Eddie through his fingers. āYou know?ā
Eddie smiles down at him, equal parts endeared and utterly lost. āNot in the slightest.ā
Steve laughs, turning his face fully back into his hands. āYeah, fair,ā he replies, voice muffled into his palms. He groans again, long and loud. āCarol and I practiced this.ā
Eddie reaches out to pull one of Steveās hands free. He resists for a second before dropping them both and pouting up at Eddie. He links their fingers together, and Steve latches on like a drowning man. Eddie runs his thumb across his knuckles.
āFuck what you practiced.ā Eddieās looking down at their hands. āJust tell me.ā
Steve breathes in deep, lets it out slow. He squeezes Eddieās hand once and speaks, all in one go, like he needs to rush it all together to get the thought out. āThis is the first place I ever wanted to kiss you.ā Steve laughs. āThis was supposed to be romantic, but I forgot all my lines.ā He laughs again, but Eddie barely hears it. Heās staring down at their hands, eyes so wide they feel like theyāre about ready to pop free from his skull. āShouldāve written it down, I guess.ā
Eddie thinks heās smiling, but he canāt quite feel his face anymore. He canāt imagine Steve sitting next to him, reading off notecards as he stumbles through whatever the hell this is.
Steve doesnāt immediately continue, but heās already given Eddie so much to pour over, that he hardly notices. Steve Harrington wants to kiss him, has thought about it enough to have a first time, is stumbling over his words trying to talk about it.
āWait the first time?ā Eddie asks, shocked enough to look away from their hands and up at Steveās eyes. āThat first night?ā
All Eddie remembers of that first night is fear and Steve Harringtonās body pressed close to his.
āNo!ā Steve says forcefully, almost glaring over at him. But then he winces, eye twitching half closed as he rocks his head to the side. āWell, yeah probably. Iām always sort of thinking about kissing people.ā
āWhat?ā
āBut I meant that night on Halloween!ā Steve raises his hands in defense, bringing Eddieās up right along with them to hang in the air awkwardly. āYou saved me, you know? And you were wearing my clothes.ā
āThat does it for you?ā Eddie asks, something shaking through his lungs, and making him choke on his words. It emerges as a laugh, unhinged and uncontrolled as he pulls his knees up to his chest, bending down to compress his ribs into them as he shakes with the power of his laughter.
Steveā still holding his hand up, arm bent awkwardly to the side as he leans forward. āDonāt crack on me now, Munson.ā
Eddie leans back, waving his free hand in front of his face as tears stream from his eyes. āHang on, hang on.ā He uses his elbow to wipe the tears away, uncurling as the laughter peters out slowly and dies an awkward death at his feet. āSorry, sorry.ā
He peers at Steve out of the corner of his eyes, afraid of what heāll see. Steveās biting his lip against his own amusement, eyes crinkled at the corners the way Eddie loves.
āCan I continue?ā he asks, mirth audible in every word.
Eddie rolls his eyes, wiping them dry one last time. He turns away from the ugly plaid wallpaper to face Steve, pulling at their joined hands until Steve turns right along with him, the knees of their crossed legs knocking together.
Heās starting to get an inkling of what this is, and he wants to be able to see Steveās face as it happens.
āGo on,ā he says, squeezing Steveās hand.
Itās Steveās turn to look down at their hands as Eddie watches a blush bloom on his face. Eddie keeps holding onto him, and waits. Heās waited a week, a year, a lifetime, for this. He can wait a few minutes more.
āTommy was my first kiss.ā Steve says. Eddieās shoulderās hunch then freeze that way. Whatever he was expecting, it wasnāt that. āAnd Carol was my second.ā
The words hang in the air for a second, an arrow to Eddieās heart. Tommy fucking Hagan who trampled all over Steveās heart, and Carol fucking Perkins whoād followed right along in his wake.
Eddie doesnāt know what the fuck this is. āWhat does thatā¦ā he starts to ask, voice croaking against whatever feeling is bubbling up in him, but he canāt finish it. What does that have to do with us? He bites his tongue against the words, both hoping and dreading that Steve will pick them out of his brain and answer them anyway.
Steve tugs at his sternum. Eddie shudders and tugs back.
āCarol and Tommy were the ones that were dating,ā Steve says, eyebrows furrowed. āThatās what everyone always said, but I was there too, you know?ā He looks up at Eddie like heās expecting something, so Eddie nods, even as his mind spins and spins, never quite clicking back into place.
āI was at most of their dates, and we were each otherās first everythings.ā Heās still frowning, but itās up at Eddie now, and itās starting to look less like sadness and more like confusion. āThey were my everythingā Heās squeezing Eddieās hand hard enough to sting. āSo, what was the difference?ā
Eddie doesnāt answer. He barely understands the question, even as things start clicking into place. Steveās heartbreak had always been obvious. In the teddy bear on his bed, and the way he clutched back onto Carol and clung.
Thereād always been an empty spot by Steveās side. The gossip around school was that Steve was too much of a player to ever fill it. Itād continued like that until the trio had imploded upon itself, fracturing into thirds. Even Nancy Wheeler hadnāt made the cut.
Now Eddieās wondering if there was ever a spot open at all.
Steve still looks like he wants an answer, so Eddie says, āI donāt know.ā
Steve shudders, closing his eyes like Eddie had struck him. He pulls Eddieās hand up to press it to his forehead for a second,
āI donāt know what the difference is,ā Steve reiterates, eyes still closed. āBut then you kissed me.ā Steve pulls Eddieās hand down his face, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he finally opens his eyes. āAnd I didnāt know what it meant.ā
Thereās something burning through Eddie, scorching his veins, cauterizing his words in his throat as he tries desperately to grasp at them. Steveās looking at him practically begging for answers, and Eddieās floundering.
Steve throws him a life preserver.
āI heard you talking to Uncle Wayne,ā Steve says, and it doesnāt connect until he tacks on, āand Jeff.ā
His breath catches. Not a life preserver, an anchor, and heās at the bottom of the sea drowning.
Steveās peeking up at him under his lashes. The thing is, he canāt even remember exactly what was said. But he remembers the embarrassment, the pleas for them both to lower their voices.
Was the L word used? He canāt fucking remember.
āBut you didnātā¦ā What? Say anything? What was he supposed to say?
Steve started acting weird that next morning, hadnāt he?
āYou said you loved me,ā Steve says, a bandaid ripped off a festering wound. āWhat did that mean?ā
Oh. Hereās Steve asking again, whatās the difference. You kissed me, and I didnāt know what it meant.
What does it mean?
Steveās ears are so red theyāre almost bioluminescent. Eddie wants to reach out and see if he can feel the warmth pooling beneath the thin skin. He turns the hand Steve has clasped in his own and held against his face to do just that. The angleās awkward, and it ends up with Steveās own wrist bent awkwardly and smooshed against his cheek.
Steve shudders as Eddie trails his pointer finger against the delicate skin. He pulls Eddieās hand back and for a heartstopping moment he thinks Steveās going to let go, but all he does is turn Eddieās hand to press a kiss to the back of it and then drop their still-joined hands into his own lap.
āIt meant I wanted more,ā Eddie says, scooting closer in the space they donāt have between them. āMeans I want more.ā
Steveās laugh is more like a quiet breath, puffing against Eddieās face, theyāre so close. āMore like dating?ā Eddieās heartbeat is all the way up in his throat as he nods. āThatās so stupid, Eddie.ā
Eddie sucks in a breath, pulling at his hand, but Steve doesnāt loosen his hold. āNo wait!ā He drops Eddieās hand, but before Eddie can get any distance, Steveās clambering into his lap, patting at his chest like heās looking for a wound. āI didnāt mean it like that.ā
Eddieās breath shudders out of him. He sinks into the carpet more firmly, closing his eyes as he focuses on Steveās grounding weight atop him. This is Steve. Steve, who would never hurt him. Who let him into his home. Who bleed for him, who tried to die for him, who lives with him.
Steveās so close, when Eddie opens his eyes. His cheeks are still pink, eyes shining. In the dim light, they look like flat pits of brown. Eddie wants to be this close in the light of day, sunlight shining bright enough to reflect the gold in them.
āI know,ā Eddie says, reaching out to clutch Steveās sides. Whatever prey drive had been thrumming through him thoroughly squashed out under Steveās bulk. He breathes again while Steve waits, in, out, in, out, in. āWhat did you mean?ā
Steveās smiling a little as he meets his eyes. The angleās funky, this close. He can barely see his lips, has to crane his head down a bit just to catch them quirking. āI just meantāā He starts before biting his lip and looking away. His brows furrowed again, like heās thinking hard about what he wants to say.
Maybe notecards wouldnāt have been such a bad idea.
Steve nods, apparently having reached an accord with his own mind. Eddie loves him so much.
āI just meant, that there is no āmore,ā Eddie.ā He lets go of Eddie long enough to make air quotes around the word āmore,ā because even in emotional situations, heās fundamentally a bitch. āYou canāt get more than we already are.ā
Steve doesnāt settle his hands back on Eddieās chest; he reaches up to cup his face. āWeāre the most we ever could be. Dating doesnāt change that. Kissing doesnāt change that.ā Steveās thumb trails along Eddieās bottom lip emphasizing the point. āYouāre already everything.ā
Something untenable is running through Eddie. Itās too big, too untamed. Eddie has to do something with it, or heās going to immolate on all these feelings.
He leans forward and kisses Steve.
Itās not like last time. Last time was soft, sleepy comfort. It was the warmth of a late night and shared bed.
This time, itās an inferno. Eddie wants to burn up in it.
Eddie wants to consume Steve; he wants to devour. He wants to die in this perfect, infinite moment.
And Steveās kissing back, just as ferociously. Eddie wants to get lost in it. But heās got to know, so he leans back, lets their lips brush as he asks, ābut kissingās okay, right?ā He leans in, licking the corner of Steveās mouth, getting some of his teeth as he laughs. āAnd youāll just kiss me?ā
Steve doesnāt answer right away, except to reel Eddie back in and press into him, hard and needy. āJust you.ā He delves in when Steve gasps, ready to burn up on their connection. Steve bites his lip hard enough to sting.
Eddie loses himself in the moment.
Itās less pulling away, and more kisses slowing, gentling even as they linger.
The lightās almost gone, and both Eddieās legs are dead beneath Steveās weight. He reaches out to tuck a hair behind Steveās ear, smiling as it immediately springs free, Steveās usual gell released from Eddieās brushing hands.
Eddieās lips sting, and his throatās parched. He never wants to get up.
āWas that anything like you and Carol practiced?ā he asks, throat a dry croak.
Steveās eyes are twinkling as he leans back into Eddieās space. āWell, I hit all the right beats, at least.ā
He leans back into Eddie, slotting their lips back together, lingering, lingering, lingering. Eddie pulls back, the desire to kiss Steve and the perpetual need to be a smartass warring within him. āBut in the wrong order right?ā
āHey!ā
Eddie kisses him before he can make any more complaints. Steve doesnāt seem to mind.
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