Steddie One Shots

Forbidden Love

(Might turn this one shot into more than one part, maybe even a book of its own as a fanfiction)

It was 1986. Steve had finally figured out his sexuality. He was bisexual. It took him years, and several boys for him to figure it out. It had all come to a head when he saw Eddie Munson at one of his own parties, dealing drugs to no doubt make a good profit. Steve had seen the man around before but had never paid him much attention. After all, he was Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.

But Steve was inebriated. He'd finally gotten over Nancy, he was ready to finally actually find love instead of just flirting it up with every girl he saw, and it was his 19th birthday party. He'd thrown it himself, because his parents weren't home. Like usual. Normally he would've celebrated alone or with the kids and their group, but 19 felt different.

He was a different person now, he'd grown, he was ready to make changes in his life. So he'd thrown a big bash to celebrate. And there was Eddie. Like usual, Steve didn't pay him much mind. He just continued on with the party. It wasn't until a few hours later when Steve found himself sitting at the edge of his pool, dipping his bare feet in the warm water.

It was pitch black out now. Everybody was in the house enjoying the party, but Steve needed a break. He was all the way drunk, but he was content just to sit and dip his feet in the water, enjoy the night and the stars and the warm breeze of a night in early May.

But apparently, Eddie had the same idea. To sit outside where there weren't any people. Steve just barely registered a body sitting next to him and then he looked over. Eddie was there, his wild untamed brown curls just slightly hiding his face. He wore his usual attire, the black ripped jeans, the dirty old white shoes, his Hellfire Club shirt and his black leather jacket. He'd forgone the denim vest though and he'd kept on all of his accessories.

Eddie lit a joint and took a drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out.

"Not enjoying the party birthday boy?"

Steve hadn't heard him, he was too busy locked in his own head. He was up close to Eddie for the first time, and he was gorgeous. His hair framed his features beautifully, just brushing against his shoulders. His eyes were a rich and vibrant chocolate brown that anyone could get lost in, his lips were soft and full and Steve found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips. And Eddie's jawline was perfect. Not too sharp but not too rounded either. Just right.

"Hey. Harrington," Eddie says waving his hand in front of Steve's face.

"Huh? Sorry."

Steve shook his head and blinked. It was then that Steve finally figured it out. He was very much attracted to boys. Just as much as he was attracted to girls. Eddie was taking another drag of his joint.

"You good?"

"Yeah man, just. Seriously drunk. Noise was getting too much, needed a break."

Eddie let out a snort, a half smile of amusement appearing.

"Maybe you should send everyone home. Get some sleep old man," Eddie joked. And it was a joke, because Eddie was older than Steve. 20, almost 21. Steve hummed, kicking his feet in the water.

"It's a thought. Why'd you come out here?"

"Hate parties. Only go for a profit. And I'm out for the night so. Figured I'd enjoy the night before going home."

Steve nodded. He ended up sharing the rest of the joint with Eddie and the two of them actually talked. Eddie seemed to loosen up as he got high and Steve, now both high and drunk got very giggly and wasn't making much sense. But Eddie was sober enough to end the party, send everyone home and help Steve up to his room.

Once Steve had collapsed on the bed, Eddie helped him out of his jeans and shirt. Steve being both high and drunk had started coming on to Eddie, trying to tug him into the bed, trying to undo Eddie's belt. And Eddie, knowing Steve was way too far gone and assuming that Steve was straight, resisted each advance. Eventually Eddie managed to get Steve settled.

"Eddie."

"What's up Stevie?"

"You're hot. Like, the hottest guy I've ever seen, and I've seen some hot guys."

Steve erupted into a fit of giggles, attempting to say that he wanted Eddie. Eddie shook his head.

"You're not thinking straight. Just get some sleep."

Everything went dark for Steve after that. He'd fallen asleep, fallen into the abyss of dreamland. In the morning, Steve woke up to a killer hangover. After struggling to get up, he managed to get downstairs and down some water and a tylenol. The house was a mess, every inch of it and Steve knew he had to clean up. He struggled to remember what had happened last night.

He vaguely remembered the party. Remembered sitting out by the pool. Remembered Eddie sitting next to him. But everything after that was hazy. One thing Steve did remember. He'd figured out he was bisexual. And his awakening had been Eddie Munson of all people. Now he was frantic to remember what happened after Eddie sat down, but the memories just wouldn't come.

"Fuck."