I Can't, Eddie... (Steddie)

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By the time Steve pulled up to his house, Eddie had been quiet for awhile. They still held hands, but Steve's boyfriend was clearly lost in thought. As Steve turned the car off, he squeezed Eddie's hand lightly. Eddie started, turning to look at Steve.

"We're here, babe." Steve said softly. He desperately wanted Eddie to feel comfortable here. Eddie nodded slowly and got out of the car. They walked in holding hands. Steve knew there would be no interruptions from his parents, it was well past midnight. Steve led them to his room just like last time. Eddie plopped down on Steve's bed and smiled softly at Steve.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

Eddie really thought about it before answering. "I think so. At least, I know I will be okay. When I'm with you I know everything will be okay, so I feel relaxed. Or like, on my way to being relaxed," Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with both hands, "Does that make sense? I know I'm still kinda high."

Steve laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind Eddie's ear. "It makes perfect sense. I feel the same way when I'm around you." One side of Eddie's mouth raised in a half smile.

"Good."

"I love you." Steve said, leaning down to kiss Eddie's forehead.

"I know," Eddie held a straight face for a few seconds before laughing, "that's from—"

"You're such a dork. I know it's from Star Wars. Nerd." Steve bumped Eddie's leg with his.

"You like it." Eddie teased.

Steve sighed, "I really do. Ugh."

Eddie chuckled again and got up, emptying his pockets. He had a few coins, his wallet, and the half smoked joint from earlier. He held it out to Steve, raising his eyebrows. Steve shrugged and walked over.

"Why not?"

"Wow, Harrington. Twice in a few weeks!"

"Shut up, dickhead. Let me open my window." Steve cracked his window, letting the cold air flow into the room. He shivered, beckoning Eddie over. Steve's window had a small alcove that they both sat on, passing the weed back and forth as they chatted. Eddie lamented about not having any clothes to wear tomorrow and Steve had a half formulated plan in mind before the high really hit him and he forgot about everything other than staring at Eddie's lips. He so badly wanted to lean in and feel their softness on his own, but Eddie was talking about something that Steve couldn't follow.

I should just grab him. But will he be mad? I don't think he will but maybe he's talking about something really important. I should try to listen. Ugh, but look at the way his mouth moves when he talks. I just need to—

"Steve? Steve!" Eddie leaned forward grinning. Steve bit his lip and tried not to smile. He failed.

"Sorry. I got a little... distracted."

Eddie's grin turned devilish. "By what, exactly?"

"I like the way your lips move when you talk."

Eddie cocked his head to the side, still smirking. "Why don't you just come over here and kiss me, Harrington."

You don't have to ask me twice.

Steve shifted forward so he was on all fours, closing the space between them and kissing Eddie deeply. Eddie groaned deep in his throat as Steve planted kisses down his jaw, moving to his neck and replacing the mark that had since faded from the week before. Eddie tipped his head back to expose more of his neck and Steve responded enthusiastically.

"Stand up," Eddie said suddenly, pulling back. Steve looked at him questioningly. "Please?" Eddie added, smirking and bringing a hand down between Steve's legs to graze his arousal. Steve returned the smirk and stood up, grabbing Eddie's hand and pulling him off the window seat. Both standing now, Eddie turned Steve around and pushed him against the wall of the bedroom. Eddie brought a hand to Steve's ass and pulled his boyfriend in close. Their bodies were pressed tightly together as they continued making out. Eddie pushed his hips forward and Steve sighed into Eddie's mouth, in complete bliss.

"You're fucking incredible," Steve mumbled in between kisses.

"Tell me something I don't know," Eddie replied, nibbling on Steve's lower lip. Steve laughed softly and shook his head.

"How are you so confident all the time?" Steve asked, bringing a hand up to cradle Eddie's chiseled jaw.

Eddie shrugged, "there are just some things you can't change, so I'd rather accept that and be happy than spend my whole life trying to be someone I'm not."

"Hmm. Like what?"

Eddie rested his forehead against Steve's. "Liiiike enjoying nerdy stuff. Liking my hair long. Painting my nails black," he hesitated for just a small moment, "And... loving you."

"Can't change that one, huh?" Steve asked, grinning now.

"Nope."

"Good. You're stuck with me, Munson."

"Oh I know. Come here," Eddie whispered, pulling Steve back in for a few more intense kisses before dropping to his knees and quickly unfastening Steve's belt. They spoke only in moans and whispered words of satisfaction for the rest of the night until they fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning, Steve woke up and replayed the events of last night in his head over and over. From entering the party to ending the night in Eddie's arms, it was a complete rollercoaster of emotions. Something was niggling in the back of his mind while he tried to remember every detail, and then his eyes fell on the pile of clothes at the foot of his bed.

He needs clothes. He should probably stay here until Monday, just to be safe.

Okay, I'm being selfish, I just like when he's around. But I gotta figure out how to get him what he needs to be comfortable.

Steve thought through a few options before deciding what to do. He checked the time on his bedside alarm clock. Dustin would be up by now. He carefully extracted himself from bed, careful not to wake Eddie, and crept downstairs. He would have to either explain to his parents that his boyfriend (friend to them) was sleeping upstairs, or risk waking said boyfriend by making this phone call in his room. He had no real reason not to tell his parents, so downstairs he went. His parents barely even looked in his direction when he told them he had a friend over. It was a good thing they didn't give him their full attention though, as he couldn't help the blush that blossomed over his cheeks. He dialed Dustin and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Hello?"

"Hey Henderson, it's Steve."

"Hey Steve! What's up? Did you talk to Eddie?"

"Um... yeah. We're—we're good now." Steve said, nervously chuckling.

"Okay... so what's up?"

"Listen, I need a favor from you... do you have Max's phone number?"