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for @corrodedcoffinfest day 16 prompt 'hypercolor'
rated t | 476 words | no cw | tags: band manager steve (yes, again), established steddie, corroded coffin on tour
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There’s no way they can afford them, but they are cool, even Steve has to admit it.
“Maybe we do a small batch?” Jeff asks. He’s thinking the same thing Steve is, but he’s also just as much of a guy who likes cool shit as the rest of the band.
“Minimum order with our guys is 50. That’ll be $1000 plus shipping and the personalizing fee.” Steve mentally tries to crunch the numbers. He’s not great at math without a calculator, but at least it’s easy zeroes. “We’d have to sell them at $40 at least to make money on them.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Shit.”
Eddie really wants them. Hypercolor shirts are huge right now. They’d probably even be able to sell them for that much and market them as extremely limited inventory. But it’s not really a priority. They have to pay their crew, and Gareth needs a drumset before the next leg of the tour starts. There’s an outstanding medical bill from when Frankie broke his thumb and had to get a splint so he could keep playing. They need to eat.
They aren’t hurting for cash, but Steve tries to keep them in line a bit. Jeff helps a lot, but he’s a sucker for cool shit like this.
Steve will have to be the bad guy. Again.
“What if we just got some for ourselves?” Gareth asks with his big eyes and pouty lips. Steve doesn’t fall for it anymore, but it’s still hard to tell him no. “They’re so cool.”
“Yeah,” Eddie plays along, like he always does. “We can get plain ones and put our logo on ourselves and wear them.”
“If you want to,” Steve shrugs. That won’t kill their budget. “You guys have to follow the washing instructions.”
“They just go in the washing machine, right?” Eddie asks. As if he even does their laundry. He’s strictly the dish-doer. Steve can’t trust him with their clothes.
“Yes, but you can’t put them in the dryer. They have to air dry,” Steve explains. “And knowing all of you…”
“Okay, okay,” Jeff laughs. “How about we table this? We have bigger fish to fry.”
“Agreed.” Steve frowns over at Eddie, who still has his eyes on the advertisement for the shirts. “Eddie. C’mon, we’ll come back to those later.”
“I’m gonna buy them.”
Steve rolls his eyes, but it’s only because he knows that arguing is useless. If Eddie wants these stupid shirts, then he’s gonna get them one way or another.
“Sure.”
–
Admittedly, they turn out even better than they originally thought they would. They were worth every penny.
Steve watches Eddie’s hand print slowly fade from the left side of his shirt.
He puts his hand over it to make it last longer.
It’s nice having a piece of him staying behind when he goes off to soundcheck.
Based on this fic by @morganbritton132 , a sketch for a comic that I will probably never finish.
✨️You can find more panels of this comic in my Ko-fi (it doesn't change the story at all but somehow I drew almost twice as many panels as there are here)✨️
The police station was very gray so I added a little yellow to make it not so boring, but now from my cell phone it looks too yellow. I swear it didn't look like that on the screen I drew it on.
It’s late. Rain’s hitting Steve’s living room windows. They’re on the couch and eddie’s legs are on Steve’s lap and he’s mid-ramble about Wayne about how “Wayne would get so pissed, because I’d drag every blanket in the trailer into the living room. Couch cushions, chairs, that shitty lamp we weren’t supposed to touch because we’d get shocked but to poor to replace and I’d be in there for days, man. Had snacks, comics Never wanted to get out. Safest I ever felt.”
Steve’s quiet for a second, watching him. Then says “Huh.”
And Eddie says “What?”
Steve, shrugging, a little embarrassed “I never… actually made a fort. As a kid.”
Eddie sits up so fast dragging his feet away from Steves lap he almost knocks his beer over “I’m sorry, what?” Eddie stares at him like he just confessed to a crime. Then his whole face lights up, with a mischievous grin. “Oh, hell no. Nope. We’re fixing that.”
Steve blinks. “What, right now?”
Eddie’s already off the couch. “Yes right now, come on, I’ll show you. Childhood do-over, Harrington.” Eddie tearing through Steve’s house like he owns it. Going through closets and grabbing blankets from Steve’s bed and Couch cushions Steve’s just leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, absolutely gone for this man.
Steve laughs “Eddie, ome on You’re going to get everything dirty.” And eddie, dragging a dining chair in the living room “For a king,” he says, dropping everything in a pile with the goofiest, proudest smile. “Can’t have his majesty catching a draft in his first fort.”
Steve bursts out laughing, hand over his face. It’s so stupid. And It hits him all at once nobody’s ever done something like this to make him happy and god was he happy. And Steve, softly says “God, I love you.”
Eddie freezes. Blanket in hand. Then he grins, slow and dangerous, and drops the blanket. Two steps and he’s got Steve by the hips and backing him into the half -built pillow wall.
Eddie, nose to nose with him “it’s because of my good fort skills isn’t it?”
Steve can’t even answer. He’s laughing, but it’s wet, and he yanks Eddie down by his vest. “Shut up and finish the fort, Munson.”
They do eventually end up finishing it and It’s lopsided and one of the chairs keeps collapsing. String lights from Christmas are hanging inside because Eddie “always wanted those in a fort.”
Steve’s laying on Eddie’s chest, both of them under the questionable blanket roof. Eddie’s playing with Steve’s hair.
Steve says almost in a whisper “I get it now. Why you never wanted to get out.”
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dyslexic Steve Harrington who tries to be all suave in the bedroom and confidently tells Eddie he's going to "radish" him with a night of "cardinal" love-making
If I see one more person do this I’m actually gonna tweak out. That cis guy character can be a trans man. That cis woman character can be a trans man. Headcannoning a cis character as trans is not killing anyone’s representation and that is pretty obvious.
Hellfire meets up at Steve's place, and they order pizzas.
Eddie wants to impress Steve, so he adds hot sauce to his pizza; Gareth opens his mouth to say something, but Eddie silences him with a single look, then he turns to Steve, looks him straight in the eye, and flashes a half-smile before taking a bite of pizza.
The sauce stings his mouth, but Eddie acts as if he doesn't feel it; he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Steve, but as soon as he starts chewing, his whole mouth burns, and he can’t stop the tears from running down his cheeks. It’s as if hell were in his mouth!
“Did you just ruin a whole pizza by drowning it in hot sauce?” Dustin asks exasperatedly.
“I'm going to eat it,” Steve interjects, holding out his own pizza to Eddie. “There’s no hot sauce on mine; you can have it.”
Resigned, because he is actually a bit hungry, Eddie takes Steve's box, thanking him, then he watches him bite into the hot-sauce-laden slice of pizza without batting an eye. Steve shows no reaction; he doesn't squint or wrinkle his nose, his face betrays absolutely no discomfort, and no tears run down his cheeks.
Eddie tries to glare at him, but his eyes are still so full of tears that he looks ridiculous.
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Prompt #16 - Hypercolor | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Blow Jobs, Secret Relationship, Sneaking Around
1991
They haven't told anyone. It's still their little secret.
A long time coming, sure, but now that they've finally crashed full speed into one another, they've been keeping it close to the vest. Squirreled away in a coat closet tonight, while their friends are none the wiser, Eddie kisses Steve.
Desperate for him.
He's never felt like this about anyone, man or woman. Steve's just Steve.
And keeping his hands off him isn't an option. Feeling him up is Eddie's main hobby these days. Hands over his chest, his back, his thighs.
"Mmm," Steve moans, pushing back against Eddie, rubbing his half-hard dick against Eddie's thigh. One of them, if not both, is always on the verge of rock hard at all times.
Eddie got his cock sucked in the car in the driveway, Steve's head bobbing, taking the edge off. A promise for later.
Eddie hopes it's later right now.
Lust. This is lust, Eddie's realized. He thought he knew what that was. The warm buzz of attraction, of desire. He's felt that about lots of people.
This is something else entirely.
It should honestly be studied.
He slides his palm down Steve's chest until his hand is resting against Steve's hard cock, squeezing, as Steve pants against his mouth. They can't do this now. Not here.
Fuck. They're gonna.
"I need you in me," Eddie whispers against his mouth, and Steve groans.
"We can't right now," Steve says, and Eddie knows that, but he still whines in protest. He wants Steve to fuck him. He wants to fuck Steve. Anything, everything. It's all on the menu at Eddie and Steve's Fucktaurant.
Okay, if they can't fuck, they can do something else. They can't do nothing. That's not an option. Steve's hard, and it's Eddie's moral obligation to take care of that.
So, Eddie slides to his knees, bumping into junk in the closet, making a racket. They both freeze, waiting to see if they're gonna get caught, red-handed.
They aren't, and Eddie continues. Carefully unbuttoning Steve's jeans before tugging down the zipper.
"Fuck," Eddie whispers when he gets Steve's dick pulled out. He can't see it. Not really. It's too dark in here, even after his eyes have adjusted, but he can feel it. The heft, the warmth. His mouth waters.
First, he presses a kiss to Steve's bare thigh. Then he slides his mouth along Steve's hard length.
Steve moans, and Eddie taps Steve's hand, pushing it upwards, urging him to keep himself quiet, and before long those sounds are muffled. His fist pressed to his lips, trying to dampen the sound.
He's never gonna get sick of how responsive Steve is to his touch. It's addictive. Knowing what he can do to him, with ease. He can't believe they haven't been doing this for years. They wasted so much time where they could have been fucking and falling in love.
And Eddie is falling in love, even if they haven't put that into words yet. There's nothing else this could be.
The way his head swims, and his stomach flutters when Steve kisses him, tells him this is special. Really goddamn special, and he's gonna do his damnedest to hang onto him forever.
Eddie pulls off, fingers pressing into Steve's hairy thigh, "Give it to me, big boy."
And Steve does. Hand sliding around to the back of Eddie's head, tugging him down, easing his cock deeper and deeper into Eddie's mouth, into his throat, until Eddie's nose is flush with Steve's pubes.
He breathes deep through his nose, and then moans around Steve's cock as he starts thrusting. Eddie deserves a gold medal in cocksucking as much training as Steve's hit him with over the past few months.
Steve Harrington loves to get his dick sucked, and Eddie's always happy to make dreams come true.
"That's good, honey," Steve whispers, and Eddie swells with pride. He wants to be good. He wants to be Steve's honey. He wants, wants, wants.
Eddie rests his arm across Steve's clothed belly, against his soft shirt, hand splayed across Steve's side, getting exactly what he wants.
And he enjoys every minute of it.
When Steve comes, Eddie swallows as Steve slowly drags his cock across Eddie's tongue, pulling out as he starts going soft.
Eddie tucks him back into his underwear, carefully pulling up the elastic. He lets Steve fix his own jeans as Eddie stands, and then reaches for him again.
Steve kisses him, deep and hard, and Eddie feels flush with affection.
And if Steve can taste himself on Eddie's tongue, he doesn't mind. So they kiss, and touch, and get ready to leave this little bubble of privacy.
Still groping Steve, fingers digging into his back, moving down to cupping his ass. Squeezing. Holding him tight, pressing him to Eddie's chest as they kiss.
Eddie can't believe he's gotten this lucky. Life is weird.
They resurface, and nobody at the party is none the wiser.
"Uh, dingus?" Robin says, eyes wide. Staring at Steve.
"What?" Steve asks, wiping at his face, as if Eddie had perhaps been wearing lipstick that is now all over his face. Obviously not.
And Eddie plays it cool. She don't know shit. They are smooth. Sneaky like ninjas.
He reaches his hand into the bag of chips, and has started to shovel them into his mouth when Robin spins Steve around.
Eddie inhales, and nearly chokes. Death by Doritos.
There are smudges of color-changing partial hand prints all over Steve's back, but the real incriminating evidence is the two palms, and ten fingers around the bottom hem, where Steve had clearly been on the receiving end of some major grab-ass.
Eddie's eyes are wide as Steve twists, trying to see what Robin and Eddie are seeing.
Robin holds it out for him to see, and rolls her eyes.
"If you wanna sneak around and make us all pretend we don't know you're fucking, maybe don't wear your Hypercolor shirt, Steve."
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Steve will spend half a shift eating inventory and pissing Robin off by saying shit like, "God, why don't we sell pickles? Don't you think that's crazy?"
And Robin is just, "Why would we sell pickles at an ice cream parlor?!?"
Steve will do anything to get Robin a girlfriend including (1) light stalking*, (2) blatant bribery**, and (3) scheduling a doctor's appointment about his migraines**
*to figure out when Vickie volunteered
**to get the head candy stripe to schedule Vickie in a specific area
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