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my final piece for @strangerthingsreversebigbang for @imfinereallyy's amazing Hunger Games AU: A Martyr's Lullaby

“Steven, stop it, ok? I don’t have time to waste. I called to find out the name of the boy you were kissing last night.” His mom says, annoyed. Steve turns toward the mirror and finally sees what caught his attention before: on the lower side of his neck, barely hidden from his t-shirt, there is a big blue hickey. Fuck! “How… how do you know?” “You were at the New York Fashion Week afterparty, right? Well, you know how people are. They love to take pictures and share them on their socials, don’t they? And guess what? No one cares about the stupid boys that were drinking some fancy cocktail they don’t even know how to pronounce, but you were in their picture. You, and a black-haired boy, and either one of you was in need of some CPR or the two of you were kissing. Hard.”

Beta Reader: @hawkinsleather Art link and credit: art 1 , art 2 by @imfinereallyy Fic link and credit: fic by @medusapelagia

Three months before the New York Fashion Week afterparty When the producers call Steve to ask him to join the premiere of their movie, Steve's first instinct is to say: "No, thanks." He has absolutely no intention to be seen on the red carpet with Nancy, who is one of the protagonists of the movie, and his ex-girlfriend.  They are on good terms, or at least they try to be. Anyway he’s not eager to spend the night with her and Jonathan, the cameraman and now her new boyfriend, and nobody can blame him for that, not even Robin. Nevertheless, his best friend decided to play the manager card and push him to attend the stupid premiere, and guess what? He is getting ready for the stupid premiere. As soon as the black limousine gets closer to the movie theater, Steve sees that the place is crowded. From the moment Steve saw the script he knew it was going to be a hit at the box office, but he never thought so many people would come to the premiere of a movie based on a tabletop role playing game.  Well, it seems he was wrong.  Really wrong.

Eddie loves sex. He has had a lot of sex since he moved to New York and he is not ashamed of himself or of what he likes. Still, the idea of being naked in bed with another person makes him feel vulnerable. Especially if that person is Steve, whom he has had the biggest crush on since forever and who, for some unknown reason, seems to like him back. The model is lying on the sheets, his eyes half closed and his hair spread out on the pillow like an angel with a chestnut halo. “You are so beautiful.” Eddie whispers, crawling on the bed and boxing Steve’s head between his arms. “So sweet,” he murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. “And soft, just for me.”  Steve holds his breath and Eddie can feel him tremble under him, so he brushes his knuckles on Steve’s cheek. “Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he murmurs, before lowering himself and kissing him tenderly on the lips. It’s wrong. He shouldn’t fuck Steve when he knows that in a few hours, he is going to take a plane and leave the US for months. But when he sees Steve lying relaxed on the sheets, his brain stops working. Beautiful is not enough to describe him: he is so sweet and cute, and sexy, and Eddie wants him so much it hurts. He wants to kiss him senseless and bask in the quiet moans that escape Steve’s mouth when he gently strips him and brushes the delicate skin with his callous fingers. He kneels at his feet to untie his shoes, take off the socks, the pants, and the shirt, and watches him dressed only in a pair of tented black boxers while Steve blushes so sweetly.

It’s a date.  But not like a date date.  It’s a friendship date. Or at least that’s what Steve keeps repeating to himself while changing clothes. On his bed, there are at least five different shirts and three pairs of trousers. He has no idea where Eddie is going to take him so he has no idea what he is supposed to wear; his wardrobe is full of designer clothes that fit his body perfectly, but they don’t feel like him at all.  Should he wear something comfy? But what if Eddie is going to take him to some fancy place? He can’t show up in a pair of joggers and his favorite sweater. Steve takes his phone and his fingers find Eddie’s number easily: he is hidden under Pizza Hut, as he did when he was a teenager and his mom kept snooping around his things, especially his phone, telling him that he was too young to understand the danger that his position held. Now that Robin is his manager he shouldn’t be scared anymore of anyone snooping around, but some habits are hard to die. He is not a teenager anymore, he can wear what the hell he wants to and he can date anyone he wants! Date. Because it is a date, isn’t it?