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miserablekingsteve · 1 year

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You’re my kinda lover; Part 1 Steve’s POV 1/1 Part 2 Eddie's POV 1/2

Rating: T Word count: 5k Also read on AO3

“You’re telling me, you’ve never seen Eddie perform??” Robin squawked one day at Steve in Family Video. It was a slow Thursday afternoon in May, the wind howled at the door, which made the bell jingle ominously.

He flicked the magazine he was reading and sighed, “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“How? You guys are friends? Aren’t you?” Robin pressed, leaning back against the counter and staring at him for an answer.

He gulped, sitting up straighter in his seat so he could hide his face in the pages of the glossy paper. Sure, he and Eddie were friends, but not that close. Like, they’d gotten high and hung out, but nothing more than superficial cigarette smoking and chatting.

“Look! Not all of us can become everyone’s closeted lesbian best friend. There’s tension, it’s… it’s a lot harder for us,” Steve explained dully, face still hidden from his best friend.

She scoffed at his answer, deep red painted nails pulled the magazine away from his face, “Look, he’s got a show coming up at the end of the month. I dare you to get close enough to have him invite you, because he’s…” She sighed dreamily and her gaze was far away, “Magical.”

“Slow your rocker there, Buckley. Sounds like you’re falling in love with him,” Steve chuckled, knowing that there was no way in hell that would ever happen.

“Yeah, well, you tell me after you see him,” Robin arched an eyebrow at him daringly.

“Fine, I take your damn dare, now would you drop it,” Steve agreed begrudgingly.

“Yes!” Robin yipped, fist pumping the air.

The rest of their shift went just as any regular Thursday would go after that. Some bashful dad brought in his screaming children, they rented Back to the Future and he left them a tip just for dealing with the loud noises. An old lady came and rented some black and white movie Steve didn’t recognise, but Robin was all over. It neared close, and the bell rang once more before they could lock up. Steve turned his head from the elastic he’d been twirling between his finger and the counter.

“Hiya, big boy,” Eddie Munson drawled, leaning over the counter with his hands joined and an enormous grin spread over his lips.

“Hmph,” Steve greeted, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach from the casual return of the metalhead's trademark nickname for him.

“Eddie!” Robin called, joining them in a sliding halt from the back.

“What are we getting tonight?” Eddie asked, curiously searching the back to see if the girl had put a movie aside for them.

“It’s a surprise,” She singsonged, which caused the curly haired man to roll his eyes.

“Well, Steve, are you joining us tonight?” Eddie asked, just as he always did on Thursday’s, it was Robin and Eddie’s movie night and he’d been avoiding going for reasons he’d rather not think about.

“Um,” He was going to decline but then remembered Robin’s dare from earlier, “Yes, I am.”

Eddie’s brows shot up into his bangs, those huge eyes searched Steve’s face for the punchline, which never came.

“Right-o, Steve,” Eddie clapped, rubbing his hands together as if he was concocting a plan, “Hope you like horror movies.”

“How do you know I picked a horror movie?” Robin asked, an incredulous look on her face.

Eddie just grinned before turning around to saunter out, “You always do, Buckley. If I was someone else, I’d think you were trying to snuggle up to me or something.”

“Can it, Munson,” Robin retorted, flipping the metalhead off. Steve just stared at them with his mouth agape, their friendship was—oh how had Robin put it last year? Something about Carinthian. Doesn’t matter. It was an enigma to Steve.

“What did you rent?” Steve asked, eyes still focused on Eddie’s van as the mad man whirled around in the parking lot manically.

“Evil Dead,” Robin produced the VHS from behind her back. Steve took in the cover, no recognition of it passed through his mind, not even maybe seeing it play at a drive thru when he was on a date.

“Cool, I’ve never seen it,” Steve supplied, even though he knew Robin already knew that.

She smiled at him before hopping over the counter to sweep the floors before they had to cash out and lock up. Steve rolled his eyes at her, his head shook with a laugh as he clicked the button on the yellowing till that closed it down for the night.

It took them under an hour to finish everything up and lock the door. The darkened building solemnly wished him and Robin a till next time.

Robin practically skipped over to Steve’s parked BMW, dust and other grime having collected on the sides of her from the day spent there. He hated leaving her parked there all day, preferring to park her on the street, but he was able to keep an eye on the car if she was parked in the lot.

“Come on!” Robin whined, wiggling the handle back and forth as she waited for Steve to unlock the doors.

“I’m coming. Jesus, hold your horses,” He muttered, keys dangling as he pushed the correct one into the lock.

“Alright! To the trailer park!” Robin whooped as she threw herself into his car, not even wiping her shoes before she got in.

“Are we really about to go to the same place that gnarly ass gate opened up, and Eddie almost died, to watch a horror movie?” Steve questioned, shivers ran up his spine as the memories of last year creeped into his mind.

“I mean. At least we don’t have to live there,” Robin joked hesitantly, her gaze drawn outside and she waved goodbye to the store as they pulled out onto the empty downtown street.

“I guess so,” Steve muttered, he pressed his foot on the gas and made the familiar path to Eddie’s home.

Steve parked in the overgrown visitor lot, rusted bikes and old toys tossed in the other spot. The sun had long since set by then and there was hardly any light in the neighborhood, besides the cast of light from people's windows who were making dinner in their homes. He tried not to stare inside of the homes, curiosity getting the best of him. It was interesting when he saw the vastly different ways people lived; cozy and close together, warm lights, dinners cooked with family, watching a movie together.

The feeling of kinship he’d never had at home. It made him jealous. He shook his head and pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his Levi’s.

Robin hopped up the creaking steps that led to Eddie’s front door. Steve stalled, standing a few steps behind his friend. He threw a glance toward Max’s trailer, a small light on in the living room, a soft smile glinted on his cheeks from just knowing that she was alive and okay.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s drawling voice interrupted the otherwise quiet park. Steve turned his head back to his destination and felt something catch in his throat. Eddie was leaning in the doorway; the man’s pale biceps exposed by the black muscle tee he was wearing, long black curls fell over his shoulders, glinting in the night showing he must’ve recently had a shower.

“Heya Harrington,” Eddie smirked, one of his canines peaked out from his mouth. Steve felt his stomach flutter with butterflies, he rested his hands on his hips and huffed out a laugh.

“What? Surprised I actually showed up?” Steve arched an eyebrow and flashed his flirt of the year grin at the metalhead. Usually that garnered a flush and bashful duck from the ladies, but not Eddie. Steve would have to try harder.

“Nope! Come on in you two,” Eddie clapped, swirling around and holding the door open for them.

Steve scuffed his shoes off on a worn welcome mat. Eddie was still wearing his white sneakers, so Steve assumed it was safe to keep his own on. Steve let his eyes wander around the living room of the Munson trailer; there was a shelf hanging next to the kitchen all sorts of mugs littered the multiple levels, the overhead light on the oven was on, and the whole place had an aroma tomato soup which was probably coming from the abandoned pot on the stove.

“Popcorn? Beer?” Eddie asked, voice higher than normal with what Steve assumed was excitement.

“I’ll have a beer,” He smiled, leaning against the kitchen’s island. He tried to catch Eddie’s gaze but was out of luck. The man was bouncing around the kitchen, humming to himself as he pulled out a pot.

“Sure, yeah! They’re in the fridge!” Eddie waved toward the fridge, distracted by whatever he was doing on the stove.

Robin, who had been quieter since they’d gotten inside the house, opened the fridge. She handed Steve a beer, grabbing two more for herself and their host.

“What’s he doing?” Robin hissed, handing the beers to Steve to open them. Shrugging as he pulled the bottle opener he had on his keychain.

“What’re you doing?” Steve asked, sidling up next to Eddie and peering over his basically bare shoulder. He saw that ever present grin slide onto Eddie’s face, eyes flickering around as he pulled out measuring spoons and a bottle of oil.

“Making popcorn?” Eddie’s brow arched, sticking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth in concentration as the oil drizzled out into the bowl of the spoon.

“In a pot?” He asked, leaning casually against the counter and watching curiously. Eddie nodded wordlessly, pouring a cup of kernels into the pot and topping it off with another tablespoon of oil.

“So!” Eddie put the lid to cover the heating kernels, “Whatcha rent, Buckley?”

“Evil Dead,” Robin declared, holding the VHS up from her spot on the old brown couch. Her converse clad feet were resting on a worn coffee table. Steve was in awe of the comfortability the girl had in Eddie’s house. Much more than his own, and they were best friends. He tried to will away the flare of jealousy that burned in his stomach.

“Ahh ha, a classic,” Eddie jumped over the arm and crouched next to her, reaching out and swiping the cassette from her hands.

“You’ve seen it?” Steve asked, still standing in the kitchen where he’d been left.

“Of course, saw it when it came out in theaters at Starcourt,” Eddie muttered as his eyes perused the back blurb. Steve nodded silently and pushed off the counter to settle in an equally lived-in armchair, the stale smell of cigarettes wafted out from the fabric.

Steve opened his mouth to reply and say something about Scoops Ahoy, but was startled by the sudden sound of popping.

“Jumpy, huh?” Eddie chuckled, pushing himself up from the crouching position he was in.

Steve felt like an idiot as he gaped, struggling to find a response to the metalhead’s comment. Robin smirked at him from her comfortable spot, the girl having slumped further into the cushions. He raised a brow at her and took a long sip from his beer. When had he decided to flirt his way into getting an invitation to Eddie’s show? Steve doesn’t remember, and yet that was exactly what he was doing.

The aroma of fresh popcorn filled the space, there was clanging from the kitchen where Steve assumed Eddie was stirring in the butter. He peeked over the island and watched, Eddie flung his hair over his shoulder, Steve gulped as his eyes followed the line of muscle that formed when the curly haired man tightened his grip on a white plastic bowl. He felt his face heat from the blush that was blossoming over his cheeks, looking away quickly and focusing on thumbing at the label of his beer. The condensation made it a lot easier to mess with it, little bits of wadded up paper landing in his lap.

“So, we’ve got beer and popcorn,” Eddie announced, standing with the bowl in between his forearm and hip, “Anyone for a little herbal refreshment before we get this show on the road?”

“I’m in,” Steve responded, a bit too quickly in his mind. Robin and Eddie didn’t seem to think so, both grinning at him.

“Ahhh, if only younger me could see me now, smoking marijuana with King Steve and some band nerd,” Eddie chuckled, bending down to place the popcorn on the table.

Steve watched the metalhead rummage around in a small tin that was on the table, humming a noise of satisfaction when he pulled up a freshly rolled joint.

Robin groaned dramatically as she picked herself from the couch to follow Eddie out to the front stoop, Steve tight on her heels.

“We can’t smoke inside?” Steve asked, an observation he was wondering about because there were ashtrays in the house.

“Nah, Buckley hates it,” Eddie mumbled, lips holding the weed between them. The metalhead brought a lighter up to the twisted end and sparked the flame. Steve watched him take in a deep breath, chest rising and then heavily letting go of the thick smoke, he let out a cough and smiled at Robin before passing it off to her.

“Thanks,” She muttered, her leg tapped with anxiety and anticipation as she hit the joint. She coughed more than Eddie, but that was expected.

As Robin passed him the smoking stick Steve felt his own anxiety creeping up the back of his neck, he tried to keep his focus on the actual motions of taking a hit instead of whether or not he’d cough. He’d smoked weed before, but after the Russians, not in a very long time.

"Alright, pass it along, Harrington,” Eddie pressed impatiently, fingers held out and scissoring at the joint.

Steve didn’t answer, mind engrossed inhaling the smoke easily to further impress Eddie. When he was sure most of the smoke was out of his lungs, he passed it off to Eddie before he could start coughing, which would most likely result in dropping the fragile paper into the damp grass below his feet.

Eddie thanked Steve, then he felt it, the burn rolling up his esophagus treacherously. He brought his elbow up to his mouth and hacked into it twice, eyes watering when it finally subsided.

“Dammit,” Robin cursed, producing a couple of bills from her pocket and handing them off to Eddie. Steve looked between them incredulously.

“What the hell did you even bet on? If I would smoke the damn thing or?” Steve chastised, that sick embarrassment rolled around his stomach along with the few sips of beer he’d had.

“What, no, we bet on whether you’d literally die from smoke inhalation or not,” Robin explained quickly, reaching a hand out to comfort him.

“Oh, well, isn’t that just like a given,” Steve felt his stomach settle, watching Robin as she took another hit and coughing more than she had before.

“Not necessarily,” Eddie piped up from where he’d quietly been holding in his last hit. Steve turned to look at the other man. He realized Eddie had bet that Steve wouldn’t cough very much, and butterflies erupted in his stomach.

“So, you bet I wouldn’t?” Steve drawled, leaning heavily onto one foot in a flirty stance. He could’ve sworn a blush bloomed on Eddie’s cheeks, but it was too dark outside for him to really tell.

“Yeah, man. I’ve sold to Tommy for the untouchable King Steve parties way back in the day,” Eddie answered truthfully. Steve’s heart fell at the mention of his old self, then he remembered all the late night walks they accidentally bumped into each other, sharing a joint then and he smiled, liking the idea that those hang outs were his and Eddie’s secret.

“Right,” Steve chuckled, anxiously rubbing at the back of his neck. Taking another hit and then passing it quickly to Eddie, their fingers knocked against each other and a spark shot up his arm.

The metalhead smiled at him in thanks and said nothing more, just taking the last few drags of the joint and squashing it below his foot. Steve followed behind Eddie and Robin back inside the warmth of the trailer, the April air cooling rapidly and the smell of petrichor hit his nose.

“Let's get this started!” Eddie clapped, reaching down and grabbing the VHS to slip into the tape player.

Robin settled into the couch on the right corner, Steve went to sit down but remembered his beer was left on the island counter. He turned to grab it and when he swiveled back around, Eddie had plopped himself right in between Robin; she poked at him and said something, which in turn made both of them throw their heads back and laugh.

Steve frowned, feeling left out. When he thought back on it, The two of them had invited him to this more than once, he’d just always had babysitting duties or he just was exhausted from work.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie patted the spot next to him and threw his feet up onto the coffee table, his own beer in hand.

“Why would I,” Steve muttered as he bent down and finally settled into the couch cushions. It was damn comfortable, he wiggled himself a bit more and finally let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in.

“Thanks for letting me come,” Steve whispered as the trailers started, Robin reached behind Eddie and stuck her finger in his ear. He swatted her away before clutching her hand to squeeze in thanks. She scrunched her nose, then jumped when a loud noise came from the TV.

“No problem, man,” Eddie said, eyes distracted by watching the scenes playing in front of him.

Steve smiled gratefully and he took a sip of his beer, waiting for the movie to begin. The wonky camera movements made his head spin, but he was intrigued, to say the least. Growing up, he had had no one around to watch horror movies with him and Tommy always was too chickenshit to go with him to see any. Then everything with the Upside Down happened, and he’d just thought they were pointless after that.

Eddie looked excited though the longer the movie progressed, bouncing when the 5 friends in the car arrived at the cabin they were staying at, which Steve rolled his eyes at only because he knew most if not all of them were going to be dead by the end of the movie.

Steve polished off his beer, and stood to grab another, “Round 2?” He asked, eyes on Robin and Eddie.

“Yes, please!”

“Why not,”

Eddie and Robin said at the same time, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing, talking over the movie and making fun of a character by name. He leaned over and grabbed the beers, cracking the caps off on the island before passing them to his friends.

“Y’know, you guys can talk during the movie, I don’t care,” Steve announced as he sat back down. Eddie’s gaze was stuck on his face and he tried not to stare right back; those dark brown eyes burrowing into the side of his face and a surprised grin snuck onto those flush pink lips.

Steve took in a quiet, deep breath before he settled back into his seat. Eddie’s thigh pressed right against his own and his bare arm was looped over the back of the couch playing with a loose thread. He was acutely aware of the metalhead’s proximity; it made his heart stutter and his mouth dried up. The last time he’d had this feeling was, Jesus, maybe Nancy? But the way Eddie was sitting was so different, he was used to being in the other man’s position.

He was high. That’s the only explanation he had for what he did next, he leaned back and whispered a comment into Eddie’s ear. He relished when he saw the pink tinge on the tips of them. Ha, one point to himself. The sweet blush stayed there and other than the slight discoloration, the metalhead seemed fine, smiling at Steve and huffing out a laugh, nudging him with his knee.

“Totally, man,” Eddie muttered. Robin eyed the two of them curiously and leaned over to get closer on the couch.

“You guys can’t keep secrets from me, what the hell,” She hissed while a character on screen was creeping through the woods.

“I just said her pants looked uncomfortable,” Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, shifting as he got squished more and more into the couch arm, “Can you guys scoot a bit, I’m getting crammed up against the arm.”

“Eddie doesn’t have cooties, Steve,” Robin sighed, but she shuffled over so the metalhead could take up more space on her side.

Steve relished in his new found space and wiggled around to finally settle in, even though they were about 30 minutes into the movie. His cheeks were warm, head foggy, and he felt comfortable. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt this at peace in a group setting, but it was nice. His muscles continued to relax and he let his head loll backward right onto Eddie’s forearm, which still was cradling the back of the couch. A pattering in his chest kicked off and ran as he waited for the man to pull away, but he never did, so Steve relaxed again.

As the movie kicked off, Steve could feel his eyes closing and his head bobbing, then his eyes fell shut and he was asleep. Nothing in his dreams except the quiet dark. He doesn’t know how long he’d drifted off for, but he was awakened by the gentle caress of someone’s thumb on his hip, it was soft and barely there but he’d been drawn enough to it to be pulled out of his nap. The movie, surprisingly, was still going, and the thumb, well the thumb, belonged to none other than Eddie Munson, who’d wrapped an arm around him and held him up in his sleep.

“You missed the best part,” Eddie mumbled, voice low and rumbled deep out of his chest.

“Mhm, what was that?” Steve yawned, throwing his arms up in a stretch, letting his body shift closer into the metalhead’s side.

“Guess we’ll just have to watch it again, Big Boy,” Eddie mumbled. Steve’s stomach fluttered with excitement, point what 4 or 5 to Munson.

Steve hummed his response and curled in closer to Eddie, the weed still fuzzing his mind and making the new onset of flirting with a man much easier. He heard a choked off snore from Eddie’s other side, coming from Robin who was sound asleep, mouth open and puffing out heavy breaths.

“She’s been out long before you, I think,” Eddie explained, eyes still trained on the TV screen. The movie seemed almost over from the look of it.

“Makes sense, I can never make her sit through movies when she comes over, especially if substances are involved,” Steve chuckled, a spear of fire burning up his side from where Eddie’s thumb started mindlessly moving again. He wasn’t even sure if the man was aware he was doing it.

“Well, yeah, you seem to only pick the boringest romcoms,” Eddie joked, head turning in his direction ever so slightly for the first time since Steve had woken up in this position.

Their faces were so close his nose almost touched Eddie’s, he wondered what would happen if he leaned forward and kissed the man, that thought was quickly squashed when he realized that Eddie was making fun of his taste in movies. He squinted his eyes at Robin's sleeping form in a mock of betrayal, “There is nothing wrong with a simple, boring movie, Munson.”

Eddie bared his teeth in a smile and shook his head, “That’s what you think.”

Steve only shook his head in response, turning his attention away from Eddie’s lips, which were getting too close for the situation they were in. And by situation, he meant watching a horror movie with some dude he saved the world with, his best friend and never having acted on an attraction beyond the opposite sex.

The credits rolled and Steve stayed still, waiting for Eddie to get up and move first. It took until a particularly loud part of the score came on for his host to jump up and turn it off, leaving Steve cold in his corner of the couch.

“Okay, I’m going to leave sleeping beauty there. Yep, she somehow already found the blanket,” Eddie whispered, an eyebrow raised in amusement at the sleeping girl.

Steve stood up and stretched out his arms, reveling in the feeling of Eddie’s eyes on the bare stretch of stomach that most definitely was revealed from under his shirt. He may have done that on purpose.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll hit the floor,” Eddie said as he led Steve back to his room. He stared at pictures of Wayne and Eddie that hung along the corridor.

“Dude, we were just cuddling on your couch, I really don’t mind sharing,” Steve laughed, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck awkwardly.

Eddie turned to look out of the corner of his eyes at him, then smiled and nodded, “Okay, Harrington. Just wanted to gauge the situation here.”

“What do you mean?” Steve hissed as they passed Wayne’s room. Eddie shrugged and opened his door to a dimly lit room filled with posters and that smelled exactly like Eddie.

“Welcome, to my mind,” Eddie bowed dramatically for Steve to enter.

Cassettes littered the floor around a boombox, there were a few Vinyls on a shelf next to a dresser that had clothes coming out of the drawers like the vines from the Upside Down, the fabrics of more shirts and pants also covered the floor. Eddie’s bed was new, however.

“Ah yes, compliments from the government,” The metalhead explained when he saw Steve staring at the bed, the last time he’d seen it uncovered it had stains all over it and the coloring was off from the original white it had been.

“I’d offer you a toothbrush if I had one but you’re shit outta luck, dude,” Eddie said, shucking off his pants to reveal grey boxers underneath. He averted his eyes from the expanse of pale legs that had been exposed.

“It’s all good, man,” He said before pulling on the thick leather of his belt so he could crawl into the comfort of a bed.

Eddie jumped onto the bed, muscle tee still covering his chest, he pushed open the window a crack and let the wind whisper notes into the quiet room, “It gets really stuffy in here, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Steve pulled the covers up and slipped under the heavy material, casting a look over at the lamp on the bedside table, “Should I?”

The metalhead wordlessly nodded as he got comfortable on his side, slipping the multitudes of rings off his fingers and placing them along the windowsill. Steve reached an arm out and felt around for the switch, turning it off and enveloping them into darkness.

“Night, Steve,” Eddie said through a yawn.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” He mumbled, moving onto his side so he faced Eddie’s body, the man positioned on his back with an arm thrown over his head.

It took him a few minutes of listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down till it evened out, his eyes fell closed, and he fell into a deep sleep. For the first time in months Steve slept uninterrupted by horrible nightmares, feeling only the comfort of a body next to him and what may have been arms wrapped around his torso.

When he woke the next morning, there was a grip on his hip, pressing into the scar tissue over his t-shirt he’d slept in. The thing that had pulled him out of his slumber was the stupid problem he had any time he was in bed with anyone, even Robin, he cast his foggy gaze downward to the tent in his underwear and cursed.

Eddie moved behind him, mumbling something in his sleep and then moving into his back closer. Steve’s cheeks flushed when he felt the man’s face press tightly against his spine. He’d never been in such close proximity to someone he liked but couldn’t have, he always could have, but not with Eddie.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut, imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios from his time in the Upside Down, willing his issue down. It worked, pictures of the Demogorgon screeching in his face cooling him down, then Eddie had to make it so much worse.

The metalhead shifted even closer, encircling Steve’s waist and bringing their bodies flush together; Knees hit the back of his own, a cool nose pressed to the bare stretch of skin of his neck. Shit, he was going to have to exit the bed before it was a real problem. He brought his hands down to where Eddie’s were connected low on his stomach and gently pried them apart, and somehow in his sleep, the man took that as the go ahead to hold his hand. Steve blushed furiously as he lay there in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was holding hands with Eddie Munson in the man’s twin sized bed. And his heart was damn near singing.

Biting his lip, he tried again, he slipped one of his legs out of the bed and tried to reach the floor and his body slipped further off the bed, this caused Eddie to move in closer, almost like he was chasing Steve.

“Where ya going?” A low gravelly voice tumbled from Eddie, Steve froze, their hands were still tangled together and he was half off the mattress, he probably looked like an idiot.

“Steve!!” A high pitched yell came from the living room, Robin had woken up and there was an urgency in her tone, “I’m going to be late, shit!”

“I’ve gotta drive Robin to work, sorry,” Steve explained, a pang of guilt pounded out of his heart.

“M’kay,” Eddie said sleepily, releasing Steve from his grip, “You coming back or you got--”

Steve stood up and quickly found his pants on the floor, pushing his legs in and doing them up securely. His problem surprisingly vanished the moment he heard his best friend calling for him, “I’ve got some errands to run, but we should hang out again soon.”

“Mm, yeah,” For the first time that morning, Eddie’s dark eyes opened, the sun illuminating every brown strand, they were beautiful, “I’ve got a show in a couple of weeks, you should come?”

Steve couldn’t help the feeling of gratification that soared through his veins, grinning toward the closed door, “Yeah, I’ll come. See ya, Eddie.”

The metalhead sleepily covered his eyes with a forearm and waved blindly at him, Steve’s face was flushed and he felt satisfied as hell. With that, he stepped out of the room and made his way over to Robin quickly.

“Sorry, let's go,” Steve apologized, shooing his friend out of the trailer. One of her brows was raised suspiciously, but he mouthed later at her.

Once in his car Robin pulled down the mirror and licked at her fingers so she could clean up the mascara that had formed small black smudges under her eyes, “I heard you got the invite?”

“Ha, yeah, dude was half asleep, but I’ll take it,” Steve cursed the blush that creeped up his neck as he remembered all the events that just happened, “Still won your dare though.”

“Yes, yes you did, Steve,” Robin laughed, eyeing him in a way that made him feel like there was something he missed along the way. She leaned over and turned up the radio, Freddie Mercury’s crooning vocals drifted out of the speakers and he smiled.

When he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video, the song ‘Foolin’ Around’ was just coming to a close, Robin hopped out and rushed out a goodbye. He watched her fumble with the keys as she struggled to get the right one out to unlock the door. He chuckled and shook his head at her, pulling out of the lot and starting toward his home.

‘ Now you say you're leaving me I just can't believe it's true’

The lyrics of the next song on his tape started, and he ducked his head bashfully as the ghostly feeling of Eddie’s arms wrapped around his waist. It had been so… nice, just to be held. And the man had been so soft, not just in the morning but even the night before while they watched the movie.

‘I wanna little bit of feeling Little bit of sunshine to my life,’

The song picked up the pace and Steve hummed along, drumming along to the beat on his steering wheel. A huge smile burst onto his face, it almost hurt, and he didn’t care. The sun was shining high and bright, early morning birds chirped loudly, almost singing along with the song. He rolled down his window to let the wind blow through his sleep mussed hair, happily he opened his mouth and sang along loudly;

‘Just step right into my heart Come a little closer Don't tell me that it's over Make a brand new start,’

Steve avoided the thought of what probably could never be, for that moment, he wanted to cherish the giddy feeling he had bubbling up inside of him. He totally could be Eddie’s kind of lover, if only the man would let him.

Eddie’s POV part 1

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