Hell No || STEDDIE

Eddie "The Fuckup" Munson

(TW: Self harm mentions of abuse things like that. That'll probably be consistent in this story so if u can't do that kinda stuff i'm sorryyyyy)

"holy fucking shit." Eddie whispered breathily as he pressed the heel of his left hand into his left eye. He was laying in a clean white sheeted hotel bed, with a dark brown wood headboard and a small tv across the way. There was also a little desk with a plush rolling chair and a white lamp. On the other end, closer to the door and the bathroom, there was a microwave on a shelf above a mini fridge.

He laid on his back, his hair all around his head in a jumbled mess. He didn't have a shirt or pants on, since that's how he preferred to sleep. But he had gone to sleep... with a shirt and pants on. He did that on purpose, because he was sharing a bed last night.

In fact, the person he was sharing with was currently snuggled into his side, Eddie's own arm underneath the guys head. He also lost his shirt from what Eddie could see, his brown hair looking perfect as always. He looked the stark opposite of the night before, peaceful. Eddie recalled what happened after Steve allegedly went to sleep and a few realizations set in.

He was lying completely still, his arms stiff at his sides. He couldn't sleep in the tight black jeans and shirt he was wearing. He cursed himself silently for being so goddamn stylish at his performances.

Steve had gone still as well, it was too late for Eddie to try to move or else he risked stirring the energetic drunk from his slumber. He lay still for another few seconds before he felt movement from the other side of the bed, and suddenly he felt a pair of eyes on him.

He turned his head and saw, through the small glow of light illuminating from the nightlight by the bathroom, Steve's eyes boring into his with such intensity that it would've made Eddie uncomfortable were he not so out of it.

"Mmmm.." Steve made a soft sound as he moved closer to Eddie, they weren't yet touching but one more twitch from either of them and it was game over for Eddie. So he stayed still, completely and utterly still.

"Why aren't you going to sleep?" Steve asked in a soft voice, he sounded concerned; and it was enough to make Eddie's face turn red.

"Oh- Um.." He couldn't form words, but Steve perked up and took Eddie's face in his hands.

"You're... You'reburningup.." He slurred, still not speaking louder than a murmur.

"Take that off.. let me help." Steve started tugging weakly at the bottom of Eddie's shirt, despite the fact that he was still laying flat on his back and there was no way Steve would be able to get it off.

"Here." Eddie moved into a sitting position and lightly shoved Steve off of him. He fell back into the pillows in a dramatic manner and sighed loudly.

"Dude-" Eddie said exasperated as Steve came back and tugged absent-mindedly at his pants.

"They are too tight. You can't sleep like that." Eddie hadn't noticed Steve's clothing situation, or lack thereof, until he said that. The guy wasn't wearing anything except for what looked like boxers?? But they were really... really fuckin small.

"We can't all be as care free as you." Eddie griped as he tugged his shirt over his head and pulled it down in front of him, so that part of it was still on his arms. Eddie pushed Steve away again, a bit for gentle this time so that he didn't go sprawling.

He fell back and the blanket fell off of him, leaving Eddie staring at things that he definitely SHOULDNT be staring at.

"Mmmm whatever." Steve leaned back, bracing his weight against his hands as he sat with his.. everything.. on display. Surprisingly enough, his hair was perfect. Eddie wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was scared that if he did he wouldn't be able to stop touching Steve.