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Frankie said 'Relax'

WHO: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and YOU!
WHERE: Party at the PEANUT PARTY
WHAT: Steve chilling out and exploring his new home
WHEN: During the mandatory ship bonding time
WARNINGS: SMUT

Gym Rat
Steve, after all the shit that's been going on, has a renewed interest in keeping himself in shape. He has to be ready to fight at the drop of a hat, it seems. And now being dragged onto this ship without any warning? Yeah. He wants to make sure he's in top form. Unfortunately, Gladio is on the other ship so getting the daily workouts done with him is more of a challenge than it usually is. But they do have a pretty legit gym now. So that is going to work at least.

Especially with a device to help him work on sparring.

Steve's been here for awhile at this point, working on both his new Security knowledge gains and his existing fighting skills. He's coming to the end of the latest sparring routine and getting sloppy with exhaustion. It means a few more punches miss than normal. A few more strikes make it through than he would like. In the end he has to just call it quits and take a few steps back to catch his breath. How long has be been here? An hour? More? He pulls his shirt up to wipe the sweat away from his face and considers.

He could call it a day. But had he really done enough? The pilots said there was a sign saying '<i>Soon</i>' in the cockpit. Was he ready for that?

Steve sighs and looks around the room for whatever else he can manage right now. Maybe running? Yeah. He can do that...

Merman

Steve is pretty thrilled to know, if he is going to be trapped somewhere, it's somewhere with a pool. Sadly, he doesn't have a bathing suit to change into, but that's just fine honestly. It's been a long month or so and he deserves to have some fun. Besides, boxers and swimming suits cover the same area. It's all fine.

Steve is almost giddy as he makes his way to the "beach". It really is hard sometimes to remember this is a ship and not just another planet. At the moment he's just happy to not have green lobsters poking at him as he strips off clothes. He goes wading into the water with a grin and immediately dunks his head under. God, he misses swimming. And this one here is guaranteed free of Upside Down gates, dead girls, or anything else to worry about.

Steve smiles to himself and floats up on his back, happy to relax at long last.

Horndog (Closed to Eddie)

One of the great things about being Security turns out to be control over room assignments. Steve is pretty pleased to find out about this power once he looks up where rooms are and which ones are his and Eddie's. Turns out he can just assign himself to Eddie's room, easy as that! Which, of course, he does.

Did you see that bed? C'mon. Having separate rooms is just going to waste time.

Steve grins as he makes his way to Eddie's (and now his) room and opens the door straight away. When he was dragged onboard the ship by the music, he hadn't had time to pack anything so all he has is himself and the bat he'd taken to carrying around more often than not since the Upside Down incident. He sets it beside the door as he goes in and immediately goes to flop onto the new, bigger, more comfortable bed.

"HEY, BABE! I'm moving in! Hope you weren't suddenly excited about privacy, here!"

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Billy was learning that words could be super harmful. It started with Tommy and the word 'freak'. He could call Eddie that, but the blond was finding it was easier to only call him that, and no one else. Small changes that were making bigger impacts than Billy could see. He glances to Steve, waiting for the verbal retaliation that doesn't come for him taunting.

He's surprised to see the stunned look for a moment. So he says nothing and just chews over the candy a little bit longer as the silence hangs between them.

The remark about Billy being a little bitch instantly raises his own hackles. It gets him ready to fight, and he could. He has an axe. So his hand tightens but the grin takes the wind out of his fighting sails. A joke. A joke instead of a reprimand for his taunt. Now it's his turn to be stunned.

The remark for a piece of his candy gets a shake of the head. "Nope. You work on earning lollipops from me and I'll work on forgiveness from you. Maybe one day we'll be able to trade."

Steve smiles. Genuinely smiles. He extends his hand out to Billy. "You've got a deal. But the lollipops better be worth it."

After the shake, Steve feels tired. Not just from the exercise but from the whole conversation. He cracks his back and stands up to stretch the rest of the lactic acid from his body.

"Alright. I am going to call it a day. But I'm taking Lark's dog for a run in the morning and I'll probably hit the gym for a bit after that if you wanna get a start on the sparring." An olive branch. They were on a team together, once. Not the best time either of them had but still. They could be teammates again. "Let me know if you wanna join up anytime."

"They're Tae's. She gave a handful to me when I had to go in for stitches during the portals thing." His hand goes up to touch where the medical thread had closed him back up, running along one of the scars left in the wake of it all. "She's got lime though, so they're not all great."

He sucks on the lollipop for a long moment, then reaches to shake on their truce. Their promise. At least it wasn't all on Billy now to be better than he was before. Steve was going to as well. He doesn't say it, but it helps... it helps him feel less alone about what he's trying to deal with.

And he has no idea what you're thinking about Steve. He had a great time on that basketball team, wiping the floor with you during practice.

"Yeah, I'm usually up early to get my training and workouts done," because he had gotten that schedule in place picking times when it seemed Steve (or the other Hawkins people) weren't at the gym. And no one bothered his running on the beach. "If I'm not already in here, check my room or the beach. I'll push your limits."

"Your room, right." Steve had looked at the layout and noticed where his room was. All the way out as far as he could be. He clears his throat and goes for casual as a tone.

"Uh. So, my room is a little closer to the rest of us. I moved in with Eddie so it's available. I have the Security skill thing so if you want me to move you in closer, I can do that? I am sure if we're on this ship for any amount of time you're gonna want to be closer to your friends and all. Or, not. Whatever works for you. Just wanted to offer."

Another bout of his hackles going up. They'd had a similar conversation months ago, before everything fell to pieces. About Billy moving in closer again, instead of moving out to the beach and being east Jesus nowhere compared to everyone else.

"I don't really use my room here," he points out quietly. "I replicated fabric for a hammock and made it out on the beach here." Billy only used his room when he needed to shut people out physically. Or when he needed to shower. "It's... well, the beach sounds more like home. And it's warm, but not too hot."

Just right. No accidental sauna test.

The last time they had a conversation like this is echoing for him too. It's the reason he immediately backs down. Steve just nods and smiles at the idea of the hammock instead of insisting on him being near them. Distance had allowed this conversation to happen after all. Maybe it was the best thing for him.

"Well, it will be easy to find you then as we pass by the beach. And if you change your mind, just let me know, man. It's surprisingly easy to swap shit around on here."

Having Steve back down... helps. He'd already been pressured out of one 'home' in less than a week, so Billy wasn't keen for it to happen to another beach 'home' he was finding. He finds his body relaxing and Billy moves the handle of his axe against his covered and scarred shoulder.

"There's the weird phone thing too if you really need to call me. I don't do phone sex though. I don't want aliens listening in on that shit."

He breathes in and then gets back to his feet. Stretches before feeling so... tired. He just got here for exercising and yet he's already so drained. Weird. "I'll think about the room thing."

Steve snorts again at the phone sex line. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna be using the network for anything like that. With my luck I'd try to send Eddie a cute message and instead send it to Wesker." He shudders at even the thought.

Steve moves toward the door, ready to head back to his room. He pauses before going too far and then turns back. "Whether you move or not, once we're out of this place, Eddie and I are gonna break into the pot stash and chill out a bit. If you want some, I'm sure I can get you a joint. Or you can smoke with us, if you wanted."

It seemed like a dangerous suggestion; people did things they otherwise wouldn't when on substances. Maybe that would be enough to have them both throwing fists again. But he really was trying here. And this was as good an olive branch as any to have them hang out without being in a gym.

Another line that goes over Steve's head. This time, it makes Billy laugh with his tongue poking out between his teeth. Maybe Steve Harrington was kinda stupid. Though thinking about annoying Wesker with a phone text was hilarious in his opinion.

When Steve heads for the door, Billy lays down his axe on the bench and gets up to start stretching his legs. There was no beach here, so he had to get some laps in somewhere.

At the invite - because that was clearly what it was and rather unexpected, Billy looks over at Steve with a stunned look. Was he... the talk must have gone really well if Steve was really inviting him someplace. Amazing how some massive space between them for months and a decent talk could help change things for the better.

He wants to snap and say he can't because he's got rules at home, but he doesn't. Because Neil isn't here and he doesn't have to adhere to them like he does back home. And it doesn't matter anyways. He never sees Neil again. "I can try smoking pot. Only tried cigarettes, but maybe pot can be something to add to my list of shit to smoke. Now go find your boyfriend - I know you want to gossip to him about all of this shit." He gives a dismissive wave to Steve, finishing up his stretches.

Steve pauses on his way out and turns. He was going to go shower and find Eddie, but the idea that Billy would think he was going to gossip strikes him rough. Like the ghost of King Steve is in the room with them right now and he can feel him breathing against his neck.

"I'm not going to gossip. He doesn't know anything about what I saw in your head during Calibrations. I'm not gonna tell him anything else about Neil or whatever. You can do that yourself if you want."

"He saw some of my head in Calibrations," and he gives a little shrug. Eddie didn’t know about his sexuality, but Billy had been keeping that carefully hidden. Because it was habit and it still felt shameful.

'Fuck Neil,' he thinks in a hard voice, as though that would chase off the anxiety that threatened to simmer into a boil. It doesn’t make it go away entirely, but enough to keep him civilized.

"…I’ll tell others eventually." To those that hadn’t guessed by now. "Thanks. For not saying anything."

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Frankie said 'Relax'

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gotta be careful with wording bc he already outed him in the other thread

he can’t even be mad since he accidentally outed Steve to Max