Not Steve Harrington.

Part 14: Sleepover At Eddie's

~~~~~~~~~~~Eddie's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     We'd just pulled up to my trailer. After the second Murder while the police we at the park and I wasn't near, I was ruled out from Police suspect. I just got the call last night and man I couldn't be happier. My uncle was out working, night shift as always. I turned the van off and looked at Steve. "My uncle works nights so it's just us for tonight." He nodded and we both got out of the van and made our way to my front porch. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my keys and opened my door. "Welcome back." I smile and held it for him. "Gentlemen first." I Bowed and he smiled his goofy smile. I felt my heart flutter. He  walked and and I followed, shutting the door behind me. "So, you said you wanted to hear some more of my music. Still want that?" I smiled and he nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah man, if that's cool." I smiled real big and took off towards my room. "Now this one, Stevie, I know you know." I smiled and put my Rick James record for Super Freak. She's a Very Kinky Girllll The Kind You Don't Take Home To Motherrr  I got up and danced. "That girl's a super freak! C'mon Harrington!" I pulled him over to dance. "That girl is pretty kinky. I'd really love to taste her." I sang staring at Steve. I pulled out my flask and began drinking. I am not making any sober decisions night. I've been smoking all night, but I can drive when I'm high. I looked over at Steve and I swear he looked stunned. "She's a very special girll, from here head down to her toes." I purred looking Steve up and down. Take the hint Steve. "And She'll wait for back stage with her girlfriends in a limousine." I sang out again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Steve's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     God. Why was he looking at me like that? Does he know what it's doing to me?  I reached in my pockets to adjust myself. I hate to admit it, but I was getting kinda turned on by his singing. But I knew that was going to happen when I asked to hear his music. God I am such an idiot. Eddie got up and switched the records again. "This is ZZ Top, Sharp Dressed Man." He looked at me and Winked. Fuck. Clean Shirt, New Shoes and I Don't Know Where I'm goin' To. Silk Suit, Black Tie, I Don't Need A Reason Why. They Come Running Just As Fast As They Can "Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man." Eddie's eyes looked me up and down. Was he checking me out? I mean, he was gay after all. I felt my face get hot as he danced and sang. I'm not sure if he noticed. I hope not. Eddie yawned and reached over and turned the record player off. "Wanna watch a movie?" Eddie looked over at me and I nodded. Then I went and sat on the couch. He held up Friday The 13th and I nodded. "Sure." He bent over and put it into the VCR. God, what a fucking ass. I bet I could fit my whole hands around his body. I wonder if he's every even down anything sexual, I mean how many gay men are in Hawkins? Eddie Walked over and sat beside me, pressing play. "Hope you don't spook easy, Harrington." He grinned. "Steve. You can say Steve." I gave him a sorta serious look. He smiled and held out a hand. "Then call me Eddie." I shook it and snickered. He's such a dork. "Alright then Eddie." He smiled his big goofy smile and the title card popped up.

     As we were watching the movie, Jason popped up at of no where. I jumped and grabbed Eddie's hand. I started blushing as soon as I realized what I just did. Eddie looked down and then right back up. He didn't say anything. I quickly pulled my hand away through. I was so nervous I felt my face burning. A few more minutes passed and Eddie leaned over. "I love this part." He smiled as a girl on screen running ran right into a tree. I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh! I know that one hurt!" I smiled again and looked at him. He was so pretty. Eddie Munson was stunning, really.  The movie ended before long. "Hey, Steve, You want something to sleep in?" I nodded. He smiled and stood up. He took off his shirt as he left and tossed it into the bathroom. I couldn't help but stare. God, I'd love to make you bleed. I want you to make me scream. Shit. Eddie walked  back into the living room. He had just black sweatpants on. He was holding clothes in his hand. "So, I have a ACDC shirt and some basketball shorts. Is that alright?" He smiled at me and I looked down. "Yea, that's fine. I'll change in the bathroom." I got up and took the clothes from him and went to go change. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I kinda liked wearing Eddie's clothes. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eddie's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     I waited outside the bathroom for Steve to get changed. I was biting my nails, but I couldn't help it. I was a bit nervous about seeing Steve Harrington in my clothes. I have to admit, I was kinda flirting with him earlier, but nothing too bold. Just a maybe you'll pick up on it, maybe you want, thing. Steve opened the bathroom and stood in doorway. "Do I pull it off?" He smiled and I nodded as I felt my face get hot. What a man. I pulled my hair over mouth. "Yeah, Man, it suits you." I gave him a friendly smile. He smiled back and rubbed the back of his neck. "So, uh, where do you want me to sleep? The couch?" I shook my head, remembering I hadn't even got him anything to sleep with. "Oh, uh yeah let me grab you a pillow and blanket from my room." I walked back into my room and opened my closet. I grabbed a flannel pattered blanket and shut it. Then I walked over to my bed and grabbed a pillow off my bed. I walked back into the living room were Steve was already sitting. I handed him the pillow and blanket. "Here ya go, Steve." I gave him a warm smile. "Sleep well man." He smiled back at me. "Y-Yea you too." I nodded and made my way back to my room and just the door. God Damnit Harrington. I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he looked in my clothes. I laid down on my bed dramatically and sighed. Oh if only, Steve liked boys. Oh I'd show him a great time. He wouldn't regret it for a second. God damn straight crushes. But hey at least I have an imagination. But what'd I like more than anything, is just to be the one Steve Harrington chooses. One can only dream, right?

(Okay, so maybe the mature warning was a bit un warranted but I just wanna have the disclaimer!)