revivalproject | Frankie said 'Relax'

Entry tags:

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!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Eddie snorts and gives a bashful smile, more vulnerable than he might allow himself to be in front of others where he'd be preening and sure.

"We need to get you some glasses," he teases softly, but he turns his head to press a kiss to Steve's wrist and smiles. "You okay?" he checks, seeing something going on behind those dark eyes that was deeper than just fooling around.

Steve sighs and shifts off Eddie so that he's laying next to him, limbs still covering as much of his body as possible. He rests his head against Eddie's shoulder for a second and traces the strange monster face tattoo as he speaks.

"I talked to Billy, finally. We're...we're okay. He told me some stuff though about his dad and growing up. I don't know how much I should say to you but..."

He sighs again and flops his face against Eddie's chest, burying it.

"I really am a poodle."

There's a patient beat where Eddie waits as Steve shifts, and he does his best to push down those more carnal desires for now, understanding in his eyes as Steve finally speaks.

"I saw a bit in his head," he starts, though he's left with a quizzical look as Steve continues. "...haven't heard that one before. Why are you a poodle?"

Steve groans and flops onto his back, looking at the ceiling.

"Robin made a whole analogy. I'm a poodle because I am fancy and was raised for show but not really loved and... Look. We were high at the time. But it makes sense. And Billy is a dog in a pound that never gets adopted and was abused and like. Even here I am just stupidly lucky, you know?

"I get an amazing boyfriend and I get to come out of the cabinet on a planet where everyone is gay or cool with it. And him? Yeah. Not the same story..."

Eddie tries not to laugh, but it's sweet and silly, and he can't help it. He shifts after him and lays his head on Steve's chest with a fond hum.

"What am I in this analogy? A racoon who got into the house?"

Steve is so damn sweet. And of course he'd be this sweet when they could be making better use of this room. But god- this is part of the reason he loves the guy, even if it might leave him with blue balls.

"Cabinet?" He snorts in amusement, and his lips quirk. And while it's technically left unsaid, Eddie's not exactly shocked. "So...do we have to pair him off and make sure he's happy before we're allowed to fuck, 'cause I gotta be honest, I dunno if I can wait that long."

"You were another type of dog. I think a pitbull? You look scary but you're really just a cutie."

Steve smiles at Eddie and strokes his hair. At the response, he can't help but laugh. "God, no. I am definitely not waiting that long. I just..." Steve's whole face goes gooey with affection. "I'm just really, really lucky. And I feel bad for him, I guess. But mostly I am just not sure why I get to have the easy road while all of you guys didn't. Doesn't seem fair."

"I think I like mine better, you guys have too accurate a read on me," Eddie laughs.

"Steve. Your life hasn't been easy. And even if it was perfect from the second you popped out of your mom- that doesn't mean you need to feel bad that some of us had it worse off, all right? Someone is always going to have it better than you. And someone is always going to have it worse. You've literally saved Hawkins- if not the whole world- more than once." Eddie gives him a pointed look. "You're allowed to be happy. And it'd make me happy, so if you won't do it for you, do it for me. Okay?"

Steve's eyes go shiny for a second before he blinks it away and just looks at Eddie as though looking at the best gift in the world. Which, honestly, he sort of was.

"I love you so much, Eddie..." He bends forward and kisses him again, reclaiming some of the heat and momentum from before. "And making me happy makes you happy then it's gonna be my mission in life, baby. You deserve that and so much more."

Well shit, if you look at him like that Eddie's going to start, and they'll never get anywhere if they both start bawling.

"Mmm-" Eddie breaks the kiss only long enough to echo the sentiment in a urgent breath- "Love you-" and he laughs breathlessly when they part and Steve continues with that syrupy sweetness he's come to love.

"Good. So no more Hargrove talk in the bedroom, unless you're having a whole different conversation," he teases, pulling Steve close.

"Mmhmm. No, definitely no more Hargrove talk. Especially not when we are busy with a Christening."

Steve rotates his body to push Eddie back into the mattress. He grabs his hands and twines their fingers before pushing them both up beside Eddie's head. It was a favorite way to keep him pinned down as Steve claims his mouth with renewed hunger. His tongue teases against Eddie's for a moment before he pulls back just an inch.

"Wait, what sort of different conversation?"

"Nnn mmm-" Eddie agrees with an easy grin as he's pinned. Busy indeed.

Things are just starting to get heated again when Steve has to ask, and Eddie snorts, giggling and quickly trying to recapture his attention with a kiss. "Don't worry about it, babe."

Steve is fine with that. He releases one of Eddie's hands so he can trail it down his bare torso and end at his hip. Steve nips his bottom lip before going back to the path he'd been going down earlier. Kisses trailing from neck to navel, extra attention paid to the tattoos along the way.

That free hand almost immediately lifts from the bed to catch in Steve's hair, teeth catching at his lip as he watches him work his way lower.

"Such a pretty poodle," he coos, and he giggles again, soothing the teasing with a stroke of his thumb over Steve's cheek.

Steve laughs at the tease and turns his head to bite Eddie's thumb lightly. "Call me a poodle and I'll start really acting like one."

As though to prove the point he buries his face into Eddie's stomach and snuffles like dog following a scent. He trails up to Eddie's chest and gives his nipple another gentle bite as he had with the thumb.

"No-heh- nooo-" Eddie laughs at the snuffling, cheeks flush and eyes bright, "God- no puppy play, I'll be good. I promise," he assures, "No poodle in here, just Steve."

And before Steve can ask him what puppy play is- Eddie rocks up against him with a hushed groan.

What the fuck is puppy play? And yeah, he's about to ask when Eddie moves and that clears the thought out of his mind completely. It can wait for another time.

Steve sits back and looks down at Eddie with dark eyes. He runs his hands over Eddie's hips and finally presses the heel of his palm against his erection. Something to push against, finally. His other hand is going for buttons and zippers.

"You really are so fucking gorgeous..."

He sighs gratefully, head tipping back at that pressure, and he ruts absently against Steve's palm. The pleasure has him a little more willing to accept that praise without protest this time, flashing his teeth in a cheeky grin.

"Power couple," he says, pushing up to rest on his forearms.

Steve laughs, almost giddy at that idea. Not just that they were a power couple but that they were a couple at all. God help him if he ever took that fact for granted.

Steve slipped the button on Eddie's pants loose and decided to be playful to lean down to kiss the exposed skin. He trailed it down, taking the metal of the zipper fly between his teeth to drag down. Of course, it was hard to get it around Eddie's tenting so he gave up to drag it down manually and applied his mouth to just kissing him over his underwear.

"You know it, baby. You and me..."

"Shh-shit man," Eddie breathes with a grin, watching Steve intently. He swallows thickly at the sight, twitching at the brush of those lips.

"God you got good at this fast," he laughs.

"I am getting in practice," Steve teases. "And lucky for you this is way more interesting than school ever was."

Steve gives Eddie's thigh a light nip before going ahead to suck a mark as high as he could on the inside. Something private just for them.

"Mmmm, your new sport of choice?" Eddie laughs fondly, groaning as Steve sucks that mark into his skin. He reaches to fondle himself with a low whine, hips rolling slowly.

Steve swats at Eddie's hands and grips his hipbones tight. "Very different handling of balls in this sport..." He grins up at him and gives another kiss to his leg before moving back up his body.

"I like the uniform though..."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Frankie said 'Relax'

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Smut Ahead!

no subject

no subject