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The front door slammed and rattled against its hinges. If his parents were here, they definitely would have screamed at him and lost their minds, but they aren’t here, are they? They’re never fucking here. They have no earthly idea that their son is walking into their house, slamming their door, and stomping over the kitchen to get an icepack because his face is bruised to hell and back. Honestly, if they were here, they wouldn’t even care anyway. His dad would probably tell him to “be a man” and give him another punch for losing the fight. Fuck what he thinks. Steve snorted miserably and pushed the ice harder into his face as he dropped heavily onto the fancy couch his mother would throw a fit over because his clothes were dirty. Well, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten dirty if you had actually raised your son to be a normal human being and not start swinging the second he loses his temper. The fight wasn’t even worth it. Tommy said some dumb shit, so Steve punched him in the face. How the hell was he supposed to know that Tommy was suddenly best friends with that fucking Billy guy? He could feel his nose throbbing from all the blood he lost after Billy backhanded him. If that wasn’t enough, he uppercutted Steve in the stomach and slammed his knee against his head while he was doubled over in pain. Tommy’s evil little elf cackle was replaying in his head over and over and over again in a loop. Yeah, he’s definitely skipping school tomorrow; this shit sucks. He stumbled over to the phone on the wall, fumbling as he put in the numbers that he faintly remembered.
“Who is this?”
“Harrington. Look, dude, could you, uh, make a house call?”
“Are the fair maidens of Hawkins finally bored of you? You’re that desperate that you’re willing to call the town freak over to help you get your rocks off? Kinky, I like it.”
“Ugh, no! That’s—that’s not what I meant! I’m in a lot of pain right now, and I’m probably not fit to drive right now, so if you could please come over and give me something that would make me feel better, I will literally pay you extra.”
“Geez, sorry Harrington, I didn’t mean to offend your delicate sensibilities. I’ll come over, but I’m charging you double, big boy.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Just hurry, please. Do you need my address?”
“Do I need your address? You mean the one that everyone knows by heart because you’re constantly throwing parties? Who do you think sells drugs there? You wound me.”
“...How long until you get here?”
“Ten minutes. Sit tight, princess.”
“Mh hm.”
“Hey Stevie baby, damn, really looks like they did a number on you.”
“ ‘m not your baby.”
Eddie chuckled and leaned down to where Steve was sitting, tilting his head and analyzing the damage to his face. “What a shame; you have such a pretty face.”
Steve squinted at him suspiciously.
“Why do you keep flirting w’ me?”
“Because you’re so cute, baby.” Eddie kneeled down in front of him and cradled Steve’s face in his hands. “Such a pretty boy deserves to be taken care of, right?”
“I–I’m not gay.” Steve pouted.
“Really? Because I could have sworn you shoved your tongue down my throat that one time in junior year.”
Steve flushed red.
“I was drunk! I, I must’ve thought you were a girl or something because of, of your hair and your pretty eyes…”
“You think I have pretty eyes, Stevie?” Eddin grinned at Steve’s non-answer and gently brought his hands back to Steve’s face to brush his hair out of the way.
“Would it help if I kissed it better? Or do you need a couple shots first?”
Steve leaned forward in invitation, but Eddie held him back.
“Ah ah ah, I need words, big boy.”
“Eddie, can you…can you please kiss me?”