A Rekindled Love (A Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson Love Story)

The Prize of the Dungeon Master

"So- can we go to bed now? I'm so fucking tired." Steve slouched and nuzzled his nose into Eddie's neck. A chuckled vibrated through him and hands came to pet his hair, "have you even ate today? No offense love- but you look dead." Steve sat back up and gave his boyfriend an offended look, "excuse me?"

He got off Eddie's lap and stood up from the couch. "I am completely- FUCK. I am completely fine, thank you. Asshole." A pain ripped through him, they were getting better but if he kept making fast movements, he felt like they'd never go away. "And I had a piece of toast- so ha. Suck it." He stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, who quirked an eyebrow at him. "Steve, it's five o'clock and your bragging about eating a piece of toast. I can't have you losing that ass baby, it makes things easier on the both of us."

Steve choked on his breath and tried to weeze out a response. "Thank you for being so worried about me, really." He turned and walked up to his room, the footsteps behind him not going unnoticed. He slipped the vest off and put it on the end of his bed, keeping Eddie's shirt on and searching for a pair of sweatpants. "Do you want this shirt? I know you don't like wearing clothes two days in a row." He mumbled a yes please and found a pair of sweatpants, slipping his jeans off and throwing the comfy pants on.

He turned around and the wind was knocked out of him. His boyfriend was standing there with his shirt in his hand- and didn't seem to have one on his actual body. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, nudging the shirt in his direction. "Do you want it or not?"

Fuck yes. Steve just stood there and raked his eyes over the man's body, not missing a single inch before absentmindedly reaching for the shirt and taking it from him. "Harrington, is there something on me or do you just find me that sexy? Because you haven't closed your mouth for this long since I've met you."

Steve scoffed and narrowed his eyebrows at the man, turning around and ripping his shirt off, replacing it with new one that enveloped him in his favorite smell. He smiled for a quick second before turning back around and making eye contact with Eddie, "you're a bitch. You know that?"

His mouth fell open and Steve walked out, stomping his way to the couch and slouching down into it with a blanket. He was mumbling incoherent curses until Eddie came down and sat next to him, pulling him onto his lap so Steve was straddling him. He had an amused smile on his face and it was pissing Steve off, this jerk was smiling at him after insulting him twice. "Baby, I'm sorry for saying you look like death. I just worry about you okay? I had a long day not being able to see you- I'm sorry."

Steve rolled his eyes and looked away from him. Of course he liked what he said, Eddie always knew the right shit to say to make him melt in the palm of his hand. He reached up and grabbed Steve's chin gently, coercing him to look in his direction. "And I never said the last thing as an insult. You know I love that mouth of yours." Hell. That's where he was going. There's no going back at this point. Every time he's with Eddie it's just sin after sin. Which he couldn't give a fuck about. If Eddie kept talking to him like that, he didn't care where he ended up.

Steve just sat there blushing, "I still think you're a bitch." He chuckled and his hands grasped at Steve's waist. "While that's not my favorite name you've called me, I still think you're adorable. And that's the only reason I'm letting you call me it."

He thought back to the other morning when he called him daddy, and his blush grew deeper at the thought of the effect it had on his boyfriend. "So, will you let this bitch by you dinner? I do want to know you're eating, and not just for your ass-" His hands roamed back to it and he dug his nails through the material of the sweatpants, pulling Steve closer to him. "Even though that is one of my favorite things about you."