Steve: I Win.

Steve: I win.

Eddie: I have you pinned to the wall.

Steve: I know.

Eddie:

Before You Go, Let's Fool Around

for @steddiemicrofic | rated R so mdni | wc: 555

Prompt: Fool

“There’s nothing you can do, Eds,” Steve said, as he threw his last bag in the back of his car. “I’m leaving for Chicago tonight.”

Eddie was heartbroken. He fell in love with Steve Harrington and now the King of Hawkins was waving goodbye to his kingdom and abandoning his jester. His one and only fool, who was dumb enough to develop feelings for someone he knew deep down wouldn’t last a lifetime in his arms. Why did he always seem to torture himself so? “There must be something I can say,” Eddie protested, following Steve back into his house like a lost puppy dog.

“No, there isn’t.” Steve turned to shut the front door behind them and crossed his arms over his chest. “The job pays well and the reputation it’ll give me is even better. I don’t have to be a loser who works for his dad thanks to my mother getting me this position.”

Steve gave Eddie a grim expression. “I thought you’d be happy for me.”

“I am!” Eddie replied with glee, even though it pained him to do so. “I am so happy for you, Stevie. I just-” “You just what?” Steve asked, dropping his arms to his sides and frowning.

“I hate that we have to leave each other.” Eddie dropped his face into his hands, feeling that familiar burning in his throat. He didn’t want to cry yet, not while Steve was still here in front of him. What kind of fool does something like that? He supposed it was the don’t know what ya had til it’s gone or rather slipping away trope.

“Eds,” Steve cooed softly, lifting Eddie’s head by his chin and cradling his face in his hands. “I haven’t left just yet.” His hands traveled down to squeeze on Eddie’s ass, causing him to perk up and laugh.

“You are something else, Stevie,” Eddie scoffed and shook his head with a smile.

“Yeah, I know.” Steve shrugged and sunk down to the floor on his knees, unbuckling Eddie’s belt.

“Whoa there, cowboy! Right in the breezeway?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re acting like we haven’t had full blown public sex before,” Steve snorted out as he yanked Eddie’s pants and briefs down to his knees.

“You’re a damn fool, Harrington,” Eddie sighed as the brunette put his warm mouth around him.

Steve pulled away after a minute of getting Eddie off just to smile up at him and flash those pretty brown eyes through his lashes, causing Eddie to shove his head back down onto him.

“We’re both fools,” he moaned out, “because I can’t live without you.” He knotted his fingers into Steve’s hair just before he came down his throat, thrusting his hips forward several times like a bull bucking its hind legs.

Steve got to his feet once more, wiping his mouth clean.

“How do you do that so well?” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“I just know what makes you tick, Munson,” Steve laughed, watching him pull his pants back up and look around wearily.

“Oh, would you relax? The maid isn’t here.”

“Really? Then what the hell are we still wearing our clothes for.” Eddie scooped Steve into his arms bridal style and carried him upstairs to his bedroom where the fool and his king made love until the sun went down.