Hypotheticals

11-Stupid, stupid, stupid

(A/N before I keep going. I  write so many reddie oneshots that sometimes i forget that this is steddie not reddie so steve might seema bit eddie k and eddie a bit richie)

Steve just got off the phone with Dustin. It was now Saturday, three days later. He just got home. Steve's shift was just ending, Eddie and Robin's had ended two hours prior. 

He drives up his driveway, steering clear of his father's car. He makes his way out of the car and towards the front door. Opening the door, he calls out for his parents. "Mom, dad I'm back from work!" 

"Hi Steve honey, your father is at the neighbors." He walks into the kitchen where his mom is situated. He gives her a nice big hug and heads to his room. He reaches his bed and falls back onto it. The last three days have been complicated. Working with Eddie was- confusing. Eddie lights little fires inside Steve that don't go away for long. Once the flames are blazing they stay. When Eddie leaves, they follow suit. 

Steve doesn't know what they mean. He's not scared of Eddie, and since that day they've been decent friends. He hates the feeling. But he loves it. And he likes being around Eddie. That's two for one so it must be a good thing. He brings his hands up to cover his face as he releases a frustrated groan. 

"Steve, I'm making dinner now, are you hungry?" His mother taps on his bedroom door. "Uh yeah I could eat." She makes a sound of approval and begins to walk away. "Hey ma!" He gets up and runs to the door. He peers through the crack and sees her turning back around. 

"I was thinking of going out after we eat, that fine?" She nods politely and walks the remainder of the hall. He sighs. 

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After dinner, Steve fished around in his pockets. a small crumpled piece of paper was retrieved. Unfolded, it was Eddie's number. Steve had been carrying it around everywhere, conteplating calling him. Why? Beats him, that's for sure. So there he was standing in the kitchen, dialing Eddie Munson's number into the phone. 

"Who is it?" 

"It's Steve."

"O-oh Steve hi" Eddie cleared his throat. 

"Do you wanna- Can I come over?" Steve feels the nervousness coursing through his veins. 

"Oh my god yes. I'm bored out of my fucking mind, get your ass over here." Steve smiles hard. 

"Ok I'll be like 5 mins." And he hangs up.

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Steve is knocking at the door of Eddie's trailer. He is not pounding it as hard as he did that fateful morning but he is still eager for an answer. Eddie opens the door with wide smile. He ushers Steve into the living room. 

"Weve got the place to ourselves, uncle's out on a.. a business trip I wanna say?" Steve just smiles. Eddie gave him the choice of his room or his living room. Steve chose the living room. They sit on the couch knees touching. "wanna watch a movie or somthing?" Eddie says patiently. 

"Sure I could go for a movie." Now that it was actually here, the two realize they have never purposefully hung out together alone. Eddie's stomach is doing sommersaults, whilst Steve's is sparking ans burning. Eddie gets up and puts a VHS tape into his old, beaten looking VCR. He doesn't let Steve know what movie they're watching. 

The intro to Back to the Future blares on the screen and through the speakers. Steve's jaw drops as he looks over and Eddie. Eddie grins. "We are finding out the plot of this movie together, dear Stevie." Steve laughs. 

"I still think he's trying to bang his mom."

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"You know you're kinda right, he was trying to bang his mom." Eddie pushes Steve's shoulder as he speaks. 

"That's what I've been saying!" Steve almost shouts. Eddie admires the person on the couch next to him. 

"Steve do you wanna get high?" Steve stops dead. 

"What?"

"I said, Steve do you wanna get high?" 

"Sure."

Eddie gets up and drags Steve down the hall by his wrist. Once they reach his room, Steve sits on the bed. Eddie fishes through a drawer looking for weed. Steve thinks about how Robin was probably in this room a million times before and he didn't even know. 

Eddie sits down facing Steve. He is reminded of the handful of days ago when he and Robin were sitting just like this when he practically spilled his heart all over her. He lights the blunt, taking a drag. Steve was mezmorized by this. The way he does it with ease, the way his cheekbones are noticable as he hollows out his cheeks. He blows the smoke at Steve. Steve scrunches his nose at the scent. 

It's Steve's turn.He tries to replicate Eddie's neat drag but fails miserably. The smoke invades his lungs and tickles his throat. He coughs a couple times, doubling over. Eddie laughs at him. The boy knew how to make him laugh. The two took turns sharing the blunt. Eddie ended up hitting it more, as he had a higher tolerance, but Steve still felt the effects. 

Eddie's room has an odd red glow to it. The two sit there facing each other. Steve notices how pretty Eddie looks in this lighting. He wants to touch his face. And his hair. 

Eddie is staring at Steve, probably more sober than the former, with fondness. He loves the way Steve face rests, and the way he's sitting with his knees up to his chest. Steve Harrington was truly one of the most beautiful things Eddie believes he ever saw.

Steve's mind was overriding, going a mile a minute. "You got nice eyes, Dee." Steve blurts out suddenly. Eddie feels his face go hot, so very hot. The nickname was not helping. 

"T-thank you?" Stupid, stupid, stupid why did you answer like that? "I mean, thank you Steve."

Steve feels the flames licking the inside of his body, as he sees Eddie visibly flustered. 

"Steve do you wan to spend the night?"

"Ok."

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Only one bed, and hardwoodfloors are just amazing, so Steve just sleeps on the other side of Eddie's bed. Steve has nothing to wear to bed, so he just strips down to boxers and his t-shirt. Meanwhile Eddie changes into his classic sweats and t-shirt, leaving Steve breathless. 

They situate themsleves on the bed and Eddie says goodnight. "Goodnight Steve, get some rest." 

"You too." 

Steve does not fall asleep as quick as Eddie, who quickly became a beautiful sleeping mess. the blanket was halfway down his stomach, hair all over his face, an arm above his head and the other inches away from Steve's middle. Steve admires the guy beside him. The way his hair still looks perfect when it's messy. The way his arm curves above his head. The way his hand twitches beside Steve. The rise and fall of his chest, his breathing pattern. The way the shirt slides around on the man's chest exposing new, unseen tattoos. 

Steve moves his gaze back to Eddie's arms to visually trace his tattoos. They are no doubt attractive. His eyes move from his hands, to his biceps, to his neck. From his neck to his jaw. Eddie has a strong and sharp yet still a rounded jaw. He followed to his chin, leading to his mouth. Steve stares at his mouth, the way his lip part slightly in the middle. 

If Steve was being honest, He really wanted to kiss Eddie right now. Oh my god, he thinks to himself. Steve realizes all the stuff he just thought of and all the things he looked at. He suddenly feels a lot more sober. 

He is gay, and for Eddie Munson, nonetheless.