Random OneShots

Wasteland, baby! Pt.4

By: Coloredlove8 on Ao3

Steddie

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June 5th, 10:30 am

Steve woke up in a room that wasn't his. There were band posters all around the walls. He saw a pair of handcuffs dangling from a nail. A red electric guitar hanging beside a huge mirror. Eddie's guitar. He was in Eddie's room. He looked beside him. The other side of the bed was empty. He sat up and threw the blanket off of him. He was in a new pair of boxers and one of Eddie's band tees. He brought it to his nose. It smelt like weed and—is that coconut. Steve snorted. He got up from the bed and headed out of the room.

He could hear noise coming from the kitchen. He walked towards it, "Eddie?"

He turned the corner, freezing in his spot as he made eye contact with a man who looked to be in his fifties. The man stared at him for a second before turning his head and yelling, "Eddie, get out of the bathroom and come in here. Your friend's up."

Steve heard footsteps come from behind him. A pair of arms wrapping around his waist, "Morning, Harrington."

Steve swallowed, "Uh, good morning."

Eddie motioned to the man who was now cooking something on the stove, "This is my uncle, Wayne. Wayne, this is Steve."

Wayne nodded without turning around, "Nice to meet you kid."

"Nice to meet you too," Steve turned around in Eddie's arms so he was facing him, "Eddie."

Eddie smiled and leaned forwards to kiss him, Steve pulled back before he could, "Eddie. I don't have pants on."

Eddie glanced down, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Steve stared at him, "So, where are my pants?"

"My room."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Well, can we go to your room then so I can get them."

Eddie nodded and started pulling him back into the hallway. Steve followed behind. His entire body felt like it was burning. Obviously Wayne didn't care that it was a boy who came walking out of Eddie's room, so he didn't have to worry about the other getting in trouble for their relationship. But he wished the first time he met the man that he could have been wearing pants at least.

Eddie pulled him into the room and shut the door behind them. Steve glanced at it, "He won't care that you closed that with us in here together?"

Eddie laughed, "Steve, you walked out there in my clothes with hickies everywhere. I'm sure the man know what we do in our free time."

"Exactly. Wouldn't he want you to keep it open so he knows we're not doing anything?"

Eddie grabbed Steve's jeans off of his dresser, "This is a trailer, no door will soundproof anything we do in here. Also, I'm not a little catholic girl. Wayne doesn't care what I do in this house as long it's not deadly or while he's in it." He handed them to Steve, "So I don't do anything while he's here."

Steve took the jeans and nodded. He turned and started slipping his jeans on. He could feel Eddie's eyes on him as he did. "I'm putting clothes on, not taking them off, keep it in your pants, Munson."

He buttoned them and pulled the zipper up. Hands were on his hips as soon as he did. Eddie pressed his chest against Steve's back. He started rocking them side to side.

"No, I know baby. This just feels a little unreal right now."

"What does?"

Eddie walked them over to his mirror. Steve took in their appearances. His hair was a wild mess, his eyes still had a slight redness to them from the night before, Eddie's head was tucked into his neck. His hands sliding forward to slip into his front pockets. Eddie kissed over a bite mark. Steve tilted his head to give him more room.