So I have a little silly prompt 👉🏻👈🏻
Hopper catching Steve and Eddie smoking weed and making out at Lover’s Lake while he’s on patrol. Just think it would be so funny how embarrassed both Steve and Hopper would be and Eddie is smug but kinda nervous because weed and cops don’t mix
Yo, yes - I love this! Thanks for sending it in, I'm excited to see where this goes -
It starts like any other Saturday afternoon.
Steve made a deal with Robin a few weeks ago agreeing to take the Sunday shift in exchange for the whole day off on Saturday. They both get to spend a weekend day with their significant others and all is well, it's truly a great thing for everyone. Steve waits for the entire week to pass him by just to snag those 36 uninterrupted hours with Eddie when school lets out for the week and they're both free. The sight of Eddie driving his van towards the outskirts of Hawkins makes the five day wait absolutely worth it.
No matter what they ended up doing, their time always starts at Lover's Lake. Steve's not sure how that became their place but it is and there's nothing like the quiet privacy of the woods to jump start whatever they decide to do with each other. Eddie's easy with the weed he's supposed to be selling, providing them with a plethora of joints to work through while they make plans to go to a party or simply crack open beers and stay right where they are. Steve's found that it's fun to get stoned in the middle of the afternoon - time seems to slow down a little bit in the drug induced haze.
That particular day, Eddie opened up the back to flop down onto the blanket masterpiece Steve put together weeks ago. One too many nights on the hard seat backs made even his young back ache something fierce. It's been a marvelous addition - Steve thinks sex in the van is quickly becoming his favorite.
As Eddie settles in, Steve knows his boyfriend enough to recognize that they won't be moving from that spot for the rest of the night. Which is more than okay because the week's been hard and Steve's ready to unwind with Eddie in whatever way possible. He's hoping that tongues and naked skin will be involved - but they've got more than enough time for that.
Steve's content to pass the joint back and forth while they listen to Eddie's mixed tape when the day takes an odd turn. They're sharing the smoke in the guise of a shotgun that quickly turns into neither boy pulling away. It's so fucking intoxicating to lick into Eddie's mouth to find the lingering taste of smoke and beer that Steve's come to love very much. Never mind the fact that Eddie is a great kisser - his lips are plump and warm, enveloping Steve's so deliciously. Eddie's single minded focus when kissing is more than enough to distract Steve from everything around him - even the crackle of tires on the dry grass they're parked in.
As Steve is shifting his weight to straddle Eddie's lap, the all too familiar "whoop whoop" of a police siren stops him dead in his tracks. He looks at Eddie with wide eyes; the joint they were smoking is still lit in Eddie's grasp. Putting it out would be of no use - the entire van smelt like sweet stinky weed, not to mention Steve and Eddie themselves reeked of it. Steve tries to be quick and crawl out of Eddie's lap but there's no use - Sheriff Jim Hopper is standing menacingly in the space of the van's open doors, catching them in the act. A couple of them.
"Afternoon fellas," Jim says, looking awkwardly between Steve and Eddie. He's got gum in his mouth or something and the smacking is loud in the heavy silence. "Public indecency is a crime, you know." His disapproving look is one upped by the piece of Big Red in his mouth undermining each word. Steve's just high enough to have to hold a laugh back - the whole situation is surreal.
That's taken to the next level when Eddie shoots Hop a smirk and says "we close the doors" like they aren't in the worst situation possible. Steve's usually a fan of Eddie's humor but it's ill timed now. Except maybe it isn't because Hopper laughs sharply - the sound ricochets in the van, hurting Steve's ears.
Shaking his head, Steve tries to back track, to make up for Eddie's blunder. "Hop, we weren't looking for trouble." Steve's voice is scratchy from the hits he took before the sheriff decided to ruin their fun. He clears his throat, unsuccessfully being cool about it. It's obvious that Eddie is the only one enjoying the situation - his shit eating grin is infuriating (and devastatingly sexy).
"We got a noise complaint - when I heard the description of Munson's van, I thought I'd come investigate myself." Hopper looks regretful of that decision now that he's staring down boys he has dinner with at least once a week on top of each other. It's difficult for Steve to see the authoritarian when he's shared drunken nights with the town's protector.
Nonetheless, he appropriately hangs his head in shame, averting his eyes from Hop's gaze. If things weren't weird already, Steve climbing off of Eddie's thighs to turn the radio down kicks it up a notch. Eddie is casual about the way he stares at Steve's ass and Hop's throat clear is pointed. "Put that damn thing out," Hopper says, pointing at Eddie. "I outta take you boys in."
It's Eddie that's spluttering out "Hop no," in a pleading voice that's so deceptively sad that Steve wants to move the world to make it go away immediately. Luckily, Hopper is of a similar mind. At least, he's smart enough to know that Joyce will never let him hear the end of it if Steve and Eddie end up in jail.
"Find somewhere else to do this," he waves his hand between Steve and Eddie, wrinkling his nose, "at least for a while." Hopper pauses for a second, his demeanor changing. "And don't be late for dinner Monday - Joyce is finally letting me barbecue." His gaze on them is heavy for another moment before he shakes his head and walks back the same way he came.
Steve keeps his shit together just long enough to hear Hopper's door shut before laughter spills from him. It doesn't take Eddie long to join in, his face reddening as the hilarity of the situation settles in. They cackle like fiends for longer than either is willing to admit - despite taking on Vecna and monsters from beyond, it feels more satisfying to walk away scotch free now. Maybe it's the way Hopper just caved without a fight that's so funny. He's a big ball of goo when the hard shell is broken and they're lucky enough to be people who took part in hacking the damn thing to pieces.
As they pull themselves together and leave, Steve thinks about the grief Monday night's dinner is going to bring. It's exciting to know that Hopper's going to be on the receiving end of most of it. Their little family loves to poke the bear who's roar is loud as a distraction for its soft underbelly.
He suddenly can't wait to tell everyone the story.
Send a Prompt.
