Chapter 24
ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 :: Coarse language, utter-angst, narcotics and alcohol consumption, emotional & mental abuse and distress, anger issues, deception, betrayal, trust issues, control addiction, self loathing, obsession, manipulation, sexual innuendos. STRONG sexual content. ⚠️ Minors DNI ⚠️
"You can romanticize me all you wish, but the
devil wrapped in silk is still the devil."
Steve appeared haunted by suspicion that this reality was just a fleeting mirage, a fever dream. Eddie for his part would solidify it not so, reminding him with every thrust, words fueled with praise and unwavering adulation, the manner in which he attentively handled, cared and lavished Harrington’s being.
“Love you sweetheart.” THRUST
“Only” ejecting his cock to the tip, Steve gifting a bitchy whine of disapproval. To then PLUNGE forward, feeding him to his hilt.
“Ever, you.”
Eddie avowed through breathy gasps, with a steadfast and abiding love, requiring the words to take root in the soil of Steve’s mind and flourish.
When Munson slept, there was no actual rest, Ed hyper aware Alan would use Steve as a tool for Eddie’s undoing, for his advantage. His entire world felt threatened, and for the first time, Eddie truly understood the agony of potential separation.
After minimal sleep the raven - haired male woke to a stiffened back, yet the warmth blanketing his center, the arm draped across - lovingly, helped tame those discomforts. He’s up first, turning to see his sweetheart fully exposed, the protector in him demands he cover up his boy, but there, in the flesh, fuck all he craves is to be buried deep inside him, in a perfect world - a whole day would be a good start.
Eddie knows better, won’t overwhelm with his “insatiate” need for him. Instead he slips into briefs, locates his phone, and placed an order. While his sweetheart slept he got a few calls out of the way, first to Wayne, checking in. Wayne who assured him all was being handled, that he and Billy would be flying out soon. The next call, was to his accountant, finalizing the changes he requested. Stepping out, for a smoke - the cold breeze greeted his bare skin with an icy kiss as he walked the property aimlessly while he spoke.
“Full access, nothing’s off limits!” Nodding his head, finishing off the last of the nicotine stick, what was said on the other end elicited an eye roll, followed by a cloud of smoke as he barked out.
“Y-u-p! Even those, which part of full access are you not understanding?”
Sometime around 8am Steve wakes stretching his limbs, head feeling hung over while body deliciously sore. There’s one key aspect missing, Ed - who’s no where to be found. Only remnants of his clothing scattered about so he knows he’s around - somewhere.
“Ed?” Calling out, Steve wanders unsure what was where and what part of the house he was now in. He dreams of the day when he familiarizes himself with his home. It’s all foreign and new, thinks this way leads to the back area, he’s not wrong. Sliding the glass door open, and stepping outside bare foot to a cold morning breeze, realizing there’s another house in their back yard? It’s still being worked on, and it’s massive! Bigger than the house he grew up in! He walks past the tarp that would be the main door, only to be stopped dead in his tracks once inside. All of Eddie’s “Prodigy” memorabilia were mounted onto the walls or in glass casing like the ones he’d seen before, a - museum of everything Steve “The Prodigy” Harrington.
“This was suppose to be a surprise.”
Eddie chirped coming up from behind, arm roping around Steve’s waist. Warm breath and lips making contact with his neck, planting kisses and barely noticeable bites, causing all of Harrington’s senses to hay wire. He wouldn’t hold himself back from leaning into Ed’s affection, always wanting - needing more of it/him.
“This is going to be your personal gym, no one will bother you here in your own personal space, not even me. Just need to order the machines, weights, bars you need. I found this custom company that makes wicked stuff with..”
“Ed, you can’t -”
“What - can’t?”
Steve falls silent, bows his head then lifts it, choosing his next words carefully.
“This house, I can - maybe afford 1/3 of it, and we’re not including power and gas. Landscaping maintenance, and it being in an area where you can’t just… I’m thinking how I’m going to be able to pull my part? And still h -”
“Our home is taken care of, it’s under both our names, pseudos of course. So there’s no need to worry about that. Your part is to allow me to love, lavish, cherish and take care of you, like I want to. Because you deserve all the good and pretty things in this world.”
“What? But we never even talked about… I - can’t let you do th..”
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, a nauseating feeling builds. He’s joking, there’s no way Eddie put this home under both their names, his mind wanders, questions, knows he can’t be worth all the effort Eddie’s put into him.
“I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful, you’ve been so patient and doting with me, I don’t know how I got so lucky Ed. When I look at you, I can see that you love me, when I touch you, I can feel it. I’ve - never had that, you treat me like a princess.” Giving a small nervous chuckle.
“You are my princess, whom I pledge my life to. You give me so much more than you - you.. know sweetheart.”
“I’m just me Ed.”
“Woah - No! No! No! Listen to me - very clearly.”
Eddie stepped forward, closing the gap. With one swift move was now cupping his face, easily getting lost in him. Will he ever be able to convey how priceless Steve is to him.
“You - are my world, my love, my muse, my everything. You - showed me how to love and that I can - be loved in return, me, the person. You’ve given me so much more, something truly invaluable sweetheart.”
Steve stands there, rapt by Eddie’s words. In the past, it was always 60/40. If Steve didn’t have enough for his part - he’d have to make a sacrifice or get an earful of how he sucks at everything and can now add budgeting. That’s what eventually lead to the demise of that relationship, aside from the infidelity. Steve’s desire to pursue professional wrestling. Carver never believing in him, laughed the very idea off. Flat out said Steve didn’t have enough talent to make it.
And then, there was Eddie, who was supportive in all of his aspirations, no matter how trivial they may seem. He was finally catching a glimpse of a distant, faded rainbow.
“Sweetheart, did - I lose you?”
Steve offered a slight nod with a smile, the one that spoke to his soul. Eddie wouldn’t push, understanding him wordlessly.
“May I ask a favor of thee, we have food being delivered. I’d rather cook you breakfast but - no pans or food, not an option - for now. No furniture or clothes nor toiletries. Was thinking, maybe you could do some shopping today, fill our home with daily necessities.”
And just like that, with his effervescent demeanor and love, Eddie easily grounded and gave peace to his sweetheart.
“Sure - I can get ready and head out..”
“Oh, no…no..noooo, my sweet sweet boy, you’re not leaving our home, not so soon and not without Billy. I meant on the net, I have a few meetings and phone interviews I must attend. Then I’m all yours!”
“What’s the budget?” Steve asked as the conversation lead them back inside. Eddie answered the first of many calls he would be on, he mouths “WE don’t have one” with a wink, Steve was about to argue when Eddie was already in mid conversation.
In the end, a hefty variety of kitchen necessities were ordered, Eddie having already picked out their fridge, along with the stove that were already installed. The kitchen being Eddie’s domain.
Next would be clothing to lounge in, mainly sweats, shorts, shirts, briefs, socks, foot wear. All the toiletries and essentials, it doesn’t sound like they’ll be going out so there’s no need for “dress attire”. He makes a quick memo; needs to have all his clothing sent here, after the show Monday, he’ll do just that.
What seemed like an hour in reality were a few, Steve spent most of it eating what Ed ordered while eyeing furniture for the living room. In the end he spent under $3k, a little more than he wanted. That’s without furniture, the only set that caught his eye was $20k, for one sofa! The grand total of all the pieces would be over 80k - for a SOFA set! To SIT on! The most expensive sofa he previously owned was $600 and even then he thought that was too much.
“Hiya baby cakes, how’d it go? Did you get a good chunk outta the way?”
“Kitchen essentials are done, with TVs I ordered some food, went a little over the budget I set for myself, but I managed to stay to just the bare minimum. The - living room I, I’ll just keep looking till something draws my attention.”
Eddie let’s out a questionable huh, taking his phone out while Steve overlooked his account, noticing something peculiar, something - new.
He only had 2 accounts, checking and savings, where now there were 3, the 3rd being a joint. Afraid to open it, already knowing the answer, he asked.
“Aaah Ed, did you open an account for me?”
“Just added our joint one. Don’t worry, told you about it earlier.”
A hard knot constricted his throat, Steve struggled for each shaky breath. Ed set his phone down to observe his boy, Steve pointed at the screen, voiced his shock once he clicked on the account.
“There’s - millions…in..there! That’s - that’s not a little Ed, far from a little!”
“Sweetheart, can you - please breath for me, it’s just…”
“It’s the money you’ve worked for Ed, earned from your tours, your music, your businesses.”
One thing was a discussion, Steve wasn’t even able to - settle into the thought. It was BOOM, BAM, there! Having access to millions! And that - that wasn’t even all of it.
“That I now share with you. For the record, the goal is for us to feel like equals in every part of our lives, and our finances are a big part of that. It - does … hurt that you refuse to accept it. I’m sharing my life with you, my love and everything else that comes along. I really need you to start seeing it as ours.”
There it was, his angel - bearing his soul, since their reunion he’s been trying, fighting, learning and implementing. Steve was getting everything he’d asked of him, what was Eddie getting in return? What was Steve sacrificing and instilling? Admittedly, Harrington knew of his selfish, petulant ways, cognizant of the overthinking, how spending Eddie’s money made him feel like..
“I know I get in my head specifically - about money, I overthink it, feel like some taken care of freeloader living off their - rich boyfriend. It’s silly I know, you’ve never once made me feel or said anything to the fact. I do hear you though, thank you for being honest with your feelings Ed. I’m not - used to…” Steve takes a beat to find the right words, he can’t keep playing the I’m not used to this speech. He’s used that one far too many times and frankly it’s getting old. So, he locates his sack, tells himself there’s no looking back, just forward.
“I want you know, I do hear you, and trust you wholeheartedly. As of this moment no more getting in my own head. Realize and accept that I have an amazing man that loves me and wants to share their entire life with me.”
“Atta boy, we can start by ordering that 5 piece curved sectional you were eyeing.”
Back in Montana
“Why’d ya - take it, the beatin’, didn’t have ta after all’s said n’ done.”
Wayne walked over applying an ice pack to the side of Billy’s face. The cold was equal parts inviting and painful, flinching then quickly taking the pack holding it himself.
“If I hadn’t, they’d of done worse, likely involve my sister. Plus, we all take a beating now and again, just a part of life.”
“I should’a spoken up that I’ve known’ bout all this. Doesn’t sit right lettin’ ya take all the heat like that.”
“I deserved it, and some, I - should’ve come clean, once we were getting..close and things, changed. I chose no to.. I - NEED to come clean, I’m ready to face the consequences, whatever they may be.”
Hargrove tossed the ice pack on the table out of frustration, staring down at his dislocated fingers. Like nothing, he pops them back into place. Everyone took a beating now and again, Al’s words were doing their job. Fucking with his head in ways that rendered him useless, he was after all hired help.
“I look forward to the day Edward sees you for who you really are. When he finds out you’ve been working for me. That you manipulated your way into his life, for me.”
He won’t cry, it’s an emotion he won’t allow himself, undeserving. Hargrove needs - wants it to eat him up inside, he’ll welcome the suffering.
“Son, this was my doin’, if I hadn’t brought ya in. Left ya in his clutches, I let em do to ya what I was afraid he’d do to Ed an’ Argyle, I used ya son. An’ for that, I’ll never forgive myself, I’m truly sorry for what my family has done to ya.”
Hargrove has always been - a hired (insert title), not taking it to heart when Wayne hadn’t initially recognized him, the teen he offered (by chance) a job opportunity. It was Wayne who handed Hargrove over to Al, though - Billy will say it was never that way. Yes Wayne introduced him to this world, but only by Billy’s free will did he stay and work for Al. At that point, Wayne was long gone with Ed and Argyle.
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Ed, he’s a stubborn pain in my ass, but I wouldn’t have em any other way.”
“That I reckon he can be, stubborn ta boot.”
They share a laugh, a first since arriving here. Billy’s aware the only reason he’s walking out alive is due to Wayne.
“How do ya fair with his fella, Steve? Ya’ll get along?”
“At first, it felt like punishment, that wasn’t it at all. Ed doesn’t trust anyone, yet he entrusted me with the protection of the one person he - loves. Initially, I didn’t see what Ed saw in em, he came off - fake, really annoying, naive or good at pretending. Another pretty face with nothing more to offer, it took some time and patience on both our parts. Steve, he’s - a good guy, loves your nephew something fierce and unconditional. Just as protective, he’s been through hell and back for Ed.”
“Gimme some time to - sort out yer predicament with Al, reckon it won’t be easy. But yer a good guy Billy, I entrust my nephew in yer care while I’m away. That doesn’t change.”
“I - umm.” clearing his throat, feeling his eyes prick. For show, he pops another finger back in place.
“I won’t let you down, sir.” Wayne smiled fondly, placing his hand over Billy’s shoulder.
“I never worry bout em when he’s with ya, an’ call me Wayne. Yer family Billy, an’ I take care of my own.”
Their moments brief, a text notification from Eddie sending the address to “their” new location. Both men set to leave the ranch, not before Marco left him with parting words.
“Give Eddie my regards, he’s always been easy on the eyes, but - something about being in love just, makes him that much more enticing.”
“Stay the fuck away from him!”
Marco feigned worry, pretending to be rocked by the threat. He invades Billy’s space, leaned into his ear so only he could hear.
“Has he - let you fuck em?! Yeah, a nasty little freak ain’t he? I’m sure with the years he’s only improved. But - I gotta know, how’s the other one taste? Now that ass looks like it ca…”
Hargrove won’t take the bait, smirking. Alas, that’s not the trigger. Oddly enough it was the mention of Steve, who Billy saved when being assaulted by Carver. A visual he’ll never forget - Steve who’s been sexualized, stalked, kidnapped, hurt. Billy knows that sentiment….he’ll be damned if anyone ever disrespects Harrington.
So yeah, he takes that personal. As soon as Marco gave enough space, flashed that stupid douche smile of his - he lets em have it. Head butt straight to the face, nose beautifully gushing blood, he’s sure it’s broken, Hargrove offers a bloody wide smile. Certain he’s reopened something, well worth it.
Marco fell to his knees, one hand covering the bloody mess - yet showing no signs of pain. The blond squats, tongue moves left to right, unbothered to wipe his own face.
“You resorting to this proves how little a man you really ever were. Ed would never touch something...like you. As for Harrington, consider that your only warning. Next time, I’ll fucking kill you..slow.” Billy spat in Marco’s face, he only endured his punishment not because he couldn’t take them on, rather it bought him time.
Wayne raised a brow, as Billy rejoined him.
“I ain’t even gonna bother askin’. ”
Reunion
Hargrove’s sleep deprived, sore and starving. Eddie mentioned grabbing stuff before he headed to them, grabs a few things for himself and for them at the airport while checking in with Max, then off to this new residence.
“A little modest home, just for two.” Billy spoke out loud laughing, leave it to Eddie to build a sanctum of privacy for Steve. The private transportation service reached it’s destination after a hefty fucking check point that Hargrove appreciated, the property from what he could make out appeared secure. He’d inspect every inch of it as soon as he’s able.
He walks the ridiculously long drive way, once close, the front doors opened, out stepped Harrington, leaning against the door frame, welcoming Hargrove with a little waggle of his fingers. Something about seeing him smiling, sat well with him.
“Be honest, it’s - a little much right?”
Walking up, they’re not on hugging terms, a gentle shoulder to shoulder check is enough. There was one odd - staking feature, Billy wore a cap. Hoping it would conceal the worst of his face.
“Made it a point not to question.”
Steve swats his shoulder as he passed him, taking a few of the bags he brought.
“Don’t encourage him, now that you’re here. Maybe you can talk some sense into e..”
In the light of the home, Steve got a close and good visual of Billy. The look on Harrington’s face said it all, this hat concealed shit!
“It looks worse than it…”
“Who did this? Was it, was it Alan?”
Without delay Steve’s inspecting the damage, Billy tried to pull away, insisting he’s been worse off. But the nurturer in Harrington won’t let him off easily.
“Does - he know? Has he..” The blond nods his reply. In return, Steve swats the back of his head - gentle of course.
“Wait here, gonna grab the first aid kit, sit. And take that ridiculous thing off, it’s what gave you away.”
He’d pinch the bridge of his nose if it didn’t hurt like a bitch doing so, his back is facing Ed who walks in, on the phone. His voice brings instant relaxation, Eddie’s presence always gave Hargrove - a sense of home.
It took him two seconds to clock Billy’s appearance, the grimace in his features, Hargrove who insisted he was fine. Nothing a good nights rest wouldn’t fix, instead, he’s holding a trembling bug who’s quiet for a few seconds before letting out soft trembling sighs. Phone long forgotten somewhere.
“He - did he do this.” Eddie’s clutching Billy as if he were something precious, Hargrove reminds himself he’s undeserving of holding such a place.
“I’m fine, handled business like you asked.”
Eddie pulled away, the look he gave was of astonishment blended with hurt.
“Not at the cost of you getting hurt! You’re far to -..”
Billy finds his pause for what he’d normally say “precious to me” endearing, doing so out of respect for Harrington.
“We’ll talk more later, right now I just need to sleep for a bit if that’s fine. I’ll - get to work later if it’s all the same.”
“No! That simply won’t do! You’re resting the rest of the weekend, no work. Now, come here and let me clean your wounds.” Steve demanded when he returned with a huge first aid kit.
Billy knew better by now, and followed instructions, sitting on the floor, proof Eddie’s plans were drastically changed after Al’s abrupt reappearance.
“Furniture should be arriving soon.”
“I’ve slept in worse conditions, this is nothing.”
“What happened, and don’t lie, I’d like to think we’re past cordial now.”
Steve dabs gauze with peroxide, with a gentle touch he removed all the dry blood, cleaned out all the wounds. Next the iodine to sanitize and disinfect, on open wounds it stung. Steve would mouth sorry when ever Billy blinked from the sting.
“Let’s say, I mouthed off and after numerous warnings, fist were thrown.”
Eddie noticed his hands, taking one to his. Fingers caressed along the length of his digits, all to familiar with Alan’s methods.
“He - dislocated your..fingers. Why? That’s - something he does when you directly disobey or disappoint him.”
“Ed - how do you know that?”
“He dislocates a finger per the severity of the transgression, that’s one of his many teaching method.”
Steve unaware, now fully aware what Eddie was - put through by none other than his own father.. he applied the last butterfly band-aid when he abruptly stood.
“If you’ll both excuse me for just a second. Ed, your phone..please.” Eddie pointed where he last recalled having it, both men watch Steve promptly dial as he stepped outside, both stood and followed to eavesdrop.
“NO! Now you listen! You will NEVER lay another finger on Billy or send any of your goons or affiliates or hires to do so, and - as it pertains to Eddie, you’re lucky I wasn’t made aware of what you had put him through as a child. Or else I’d of fucking killed you myself! That lunch with you I agreed to, not happening.”
Steve hung up, stomped his foot angrily on the ground, took a few deep breaths to center himself, then turned to make his way back in when he found two starry eyed men at the door.
“Shall we decide what to have for dinner later? I myself am famished. Angel, you’ll wanna change your number if it’s not blocked.”
It’s after 4pm when trucks were allowed through with furniture, it cost a pretty penny to have everything delivered the same day, but well worth it.
Billy took the guest room downstairs, it had the best access to everything. Not only will he have a bed to sleep in tonight, they got him a fancy dresser and nightstand. Billy was a minimalist after all, while the living room was being put where Steve asked, Ed stepped out to the back, taking a smoke break.
Aware Steve’s need for privacy he doesn’t intrude, stays away and lets him handle things. Instead he gets to work on their first of many dinners in their home, normally he’d grill steaks, since he’s yet to buy one, the cast iron skillet Steve bought will do just fine.
Curiosity gets the better of him, he takes a peak - ensuring all’s running smooth, not to say he doesn’t think his sweetheart can’t handle it, when an interaction caught his focus. One of the guy’s there to deliver the furniture was a fan of The Prodigy, the look in his eyes more potent than any verbal confession.
Steve unknowing made small talk with all of them, he’s just that friendly type of person, when the the dipshit became brazen, inside THEIR home.
“Thank you so much, I appreciate the support! It’s always a pleasure meeting fans.”
“You’re the total package, I mean - your moves are flawless! They need to strap the belt over your waist already!”
His eyes peering down then back up unabashed while Steve looked away when asked a question about the furniture.
“Well - gotta earn that spot, there’s a lot of talent hungry for it.”
“You’re coming up Prodigy! House like this, in this area doesn’t come cheap! You, aah — live here alone?”
“ I enjoy privacy in all aspects of my life.”
“A handsome and talented man such as yourself, I wouldn’t presume you’re single.”
“Hate to interrupt, but - the furniture isn’t going to move itself.”
Billy intervened, Steve - adorably clueless smiled and excused himself to check on the others. While the observant blond gave a warning.
“I’d tread carefully, he’s more than just eye candy! I suggest you speak with respect and class, if I see you try that shit again, I’ll castrate you.”
Eddie retreated to the kitchen continuing with dinner, restraining a laugh, should’ve known Billy would have it handled.
“Enjoy the show.” The blond now joining him, who was immediately instructed to sit down.
“Nah, he’s got it handled. Plus, can’t blame the guy for having impeccable taste.” Eddie made his way to the fridge, pulled something out of the freezer, returned holding a homemade ice pack. Placed it over Billy’s swollen face.
Hargrove ran the conversation in his head while holding the pack, mention what Marco claimed, what he said about Steve. What his part was in all this, alas - he wouldn’t, gave his word to Wayne.
“Thinking bout surprising him with a dog or cat? What do you think he’d like more?”
“I think for now the house is enough, settle in first. Find your bearings living together, stability.”
“Gotcha! Stability! Gracias big guy!”
Harrington realized his niche for this, the living room was done. Ecstatic with the outcome, along with the living room he ordered a couple of outdoor table sets. The dining room table could hold up to 20 guest, wouldn’t be ready for a few weeks. There was so much to do with so little time, Ed assured him not to stress, if needed they could get interior designers to assist.
During dinner they spoke of hiring help for their home, Steve wasn’t fond of the idea when he was fully capable. Billy reasoned to have a cleaning crew when neither or the other wasn’t home? Of course NDA’s would be provided, Eddie noticing the hesitation eyed Billy to drop it.
“Well - on another topic, I found someone for you Ed, comes highly recommended and qualified. I feel he’s fit for what we’re looking for.”
“If he’s as good as you say, perhaps he could take your spot so that you stay along side Ed.”
“Absolutely not!” Ed interjected, setting his utensils down. Perhaps the topic was too soon, Steve meant no harm. As much as he feels safe with Billy around, he worries for Ed. Who’s - visibly rattled by the topic, or the fact Billy and Steve being on the same page for once?
“Billy remains by your side, nothing changes.” It’s to the point, flat and end of (suppose to be).
“Ed..”
“Eddie -”
It occurs swiftly, Eddie’s hand slams hard on the table, Billy rolls his eyes while Steve is left visibly shaken. Hargrove checks on him, seeing Harrington with his head down. The blond was about to speak when Steve cleared his throat, lifting his gaze - now focused on Eddie, his reaction caught both men by surprise.
“I understand why you feel that way, but I should also have if not the final say in this. I appreciate that you have my best interest at heart, but what about you? I worry for you just as much, I may not - speak on it as frequent as you, but I.”
“Ste..”
“I’d appreciate the same respect I’ve shown you when you speak, darling.”
With furrowed brows, expression said it all, the rocklord leaned into his chair, slightly slumped. This was unexpected - to put it plainly, it left Eddie rock hard. Steve’s assertiveness, speaking up for what he wanted, how he felt, the honesty, he badly wanted him straddled on his lap. Instead, he gestures with a hand.
“Of course, continue.”
“I’d like to talk to this person, decide if he’s better suited for you or me. Billy, can you arrange that.”
Hargrove knew if he turned towards Eddie for approval, all the progress he and Steve have made would falter. So he did what he knew Eddie would.
“Course, let me know what day and time works best for you.”
“Fantastic!” Steve chirped, returning to his food. The rest of their dinner was spent in silence, the two men would look up from their plates to steal a glance, nothing more.
Eddie stood with an empty plate, excused himself as he left the table. Steve felt the coil in his stomach, wanted desperately to reach for his hand, apologize. It was Eddie who would walk up to him, offer to take his plate if he was finished. That small gesture, the smile that followed.
Billy excused himself and went straight for his bedroom, he’s in pain, sore to the touch and beyond spent. Plus he’s pretty sure these two were going to go at it once he was at a safe distance.
While Eddie stepped out front for a smoke Steve began cleaning the kitchen, clearing the tabletops, putting things back in their place. He’s lost in the rhythm he’s got going, humming while soaking the dishes in warm water.
Eddie returned, walks up behind him, each arm trapping his large frame. The soot - haired male leaned into his ear, warm breath invading all of Steve’s senses.
“Night sweetheart.” simply put, pecks the back of his head. As quick he appeared, he was leaving the same. Hearing his footsteps distancing themselves, Steve knew he needed to fix this.
“I’m sorry, if I upset you in some way. I - meant no, disrespect. Ed, you’ve always had the best intentions, and looked out for my well being. I trust your decision. Just - please don’t stay mad at me, don’t sleep somewhere else tonight.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m not mad at you. Far from it, I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself, even if it’s me. It should be your choice, with everything that happened, I just - want you safe. I realize I get possessive over you, I can’t help it. I’m working on it by giving you space. I don’t - like it, goes against what I want to do, and all I wanna do is be around you all day for as long as I can. But I realize how - crazy that sounds, so I’m taking baby steps.. back.”
“That’s why you stepped out for a smoke?”
“Figured you weren’t pleased with me after my tantrum.”
At some point Steve turned to face Eddie, his face - visibly expressed his pain, on the verge of tears. It made Ed’s heart sink, assuming he was doing the right thing.
“Sweetheart, why would you think I’d sleep away from you? Was I that - much of a prick?”
“No, I - just..”
Doesn’t take Ed long to catch on, punishment. That’s just - cruel, when all Steve ever desires is skin to skin.
“I would… I would never do that. We’re not always gonna see eye to eye on everything, but I’ll never allow you to go to bed alone, ever.”
“I’m sorry Ed..”
“Nothing to be sorry about sweetheart.”
Both men finish the dishes and clearing the kitchen, afterwards the two take a quick shower and slept in one of the guest rooms farthest from Billy’s, where Eddie spent the night worshiping Steve’s body, falling asleep entangled in one another.
…..Monday
Steve lands in Miami by 9am, had to be at the arena by 10am. Cursing himself for not working out all weekend, though his entire body was sore, cardio he did do. Rob met them at the arena along with some fresh clothes and wrestling gear.
“Here’s your new phone all set up, you meet with Ash at 10:45a for a quick rundown of tonight’s match. Also, you’re new line of merch released today. If you want to check that out. At 1p we film your walk into the arena, cut your promo for later on during the event.”
Steve listens to the rundown of his itinerary, loved how Rob never hovered, questioned him about his weekend in silence.
“Your apartment has been emptied out, all your belongings are being shipped as we speak. They should arrive by tomorrow, I wasn’t made clear on the residence, but that part was taken care of by Billy.”
“Rob, we moved in together. Surprised me with a home, our home. As soon as we’re done here I’ll explain everything that happened these past few days! I promise.“
Harrington met with Ash by the ring, played and talked out how their match would go. Steve would be tossed out the ring, along the line he’d be thrown on a table when Ash’s new alliance with The Faction would come out and interfere, ending in a DQ. The beginning to the build up for the next couple weeks, then the PLE.
They all planned out their match for a good part of mid morning, filmed his entrance, did his backstage stints. Now in his dressing room - he finally checked his phone, Ed had sent a photo text.
(E) THIS should be ILLEGAL! I went to get my hands on a few dozen and they were completely sold out! Your entire new line is sold out, congratulations sweetheart
(S) NO WAY!? I used to get so self conscious of those shoots and how they chose the “one” to print and sell. I remember one time they said edit that back fat out, so what did I do! Worked out even harder, ate cleaner and less. It was stupid, now I demand they not edit anything
(E) Fat? Do they not know we’re supposed to have some fat! Mine are edited to “minimize” my attributes
(S) stop!
(E) I’m not joking, I can send you the side by sides
(E) I’m sure you’re busy, didn’t mean to take up a lot of your time. I just wanted to congratulate you on the success of your new line. You deserve this and more
(S) Thank you angel, If you happen to catch tonight’s event, know we rehearsed it and took all precautions
(E) fuck I don’t like when you say things like that, I know you’re always careful. Be safe sweetheart
(S) you know me, I love to give the fans a show, I’ll call you after
Steve then realized Eddie had text him from his new phone, he’s gonna thank Rob for that.
...Meanwhile
Eddie flew into L.A to meet up with the guys and their label, they’d be discussing the new album, upcoming tours to follow and their future. It was NO secret the band were sought out by other labels with very lucrative offers if they didn’t renew their contract, as such they’d be discussing renewal and of course - money.
“We want complete ownership of our music library! We choose who WE want to tour with us “if” we tour. We want to play smaller venues, not just stadiums and arenas!”
“Let’s talk money. How much more do you guys want?”
All men looked to one another, Eddie merely smirked.
“It’s not about the money, we love what we do, getting to perform for our fans, there’s nothing better. So here’s the other request, we want last say in all things Corroded Coffin.”
After the meeting, they head to Jeff’s residence. There they weighed out their options if the label refused their request. Henry rested his head on Eddie’s lap, fingers stroked the blond locks as they all shared their opinions on the matter.
“I won’t lie, I get tired of having to ask for permission, even for the small stuff. I mean, it’s our stuff!”
“Do what I do - say fuck it, and do what you want.” Eddie chimes in, that’s easier said than done.
“Literally or figuratively speaking biscuit?”
Eddie flicked Henry’s clad shoulder, meant no harm. No others but Billy and Steve knew the length he’d gone through for the band.
“So what’re you guys thinking? Leaving the label that gave us our start?” Gareth spoke up, always the more “appreciate who gave you your start”.
“Yes they gave us our start, we paid the price for where we’re at. It’s facts - they need us more than we get from them.”
“Enough of that for now, Ed you said something about BIG news?”
“Umm, yeah - so, yeah..ok. You guys know the story of my father, we cut contact and shit.”
“Well - to us Wayne has always been your father, but it sounds like daddy dearest reached out?”
“I wish that was the worst of it - he..kidnapped Argyle, made us come to Montana. Tried to lure me to join the family business, laughed it off, ready to leave with my brother, to then find out he took Steve which .. really fucked me up, even bringing it up now - it felt ..”
Eddie paused, knew if he kept going - he wouldn’t be able to… so he did what he always does, stopped to regain his composure, took a deep breath, swallowed it down, waaaaaay down.
“So we own a home, doing the whole domestic living, and.. I couldn’t be happier, and scared cuz..I don’t wanna fuck it up.”
All three men looked to the other, Jeff would take the lead.
“Before I get to the heavy - know, you can count on me to assist with burying the fucker! Now, for the heavy… it’s only natural to feel, exposed when..”
“It’s cool man, he’s safe, oddly enough - he, stood his ground to Alan, put him in his place. It was surreal to see, I would never forgive myself if, I promised to take care of him and..”
“It’s good for you to accept, to allow yourself to feel it biscuit.”
“I’m actually over it.”
“You’re clearly not brotha, it doesn’t make you any less.. it still..”
“I know I’m still a man Gare, hasn’t deterred that fact.”
“Was gonna say it still holds that you are the guardian of that which you cherish."
“Ed - we love you like family, scratch that, we ARE family! I know I speak for Henry and Gare when I say that this - you, we’re proud. This side that - loves, fights for that love, compromises, who’s learning and willing. You worked for his love, you earned it Ed, I hope you know you deserve just as much.”
“Ok, ok. I get it, I love you guys to! So, back to the original topic at hand.”
“Always deflecting..”
….. Later that evening
The group came to a decision, a final meeting would take place in two weeks time, the label will accommodate and meet their demands or they walk.
There was one final agenda Ed had in L.A before heading back to Bradbury, he and Steve came to an agreement, Eddie was meeting with Billy’s candidate. Who came highly recommended and had Hargrove’s seal of approval. Steve spoke with them over the phone and hired them on the spot, feeling they will make a great addition. Just as much as Eddie worries about his safety and well being, Steve wants someone that will be there for Eddie and ensure his safety and that he doesn’t spiral.
Ed semi - felt he was given no other ultimatum, Steve took initiative like he said he would, stood firm to his word, and..of course Eddie would oblige any and all of his sweethearts request, demands, wants, needs.
He steps out of the lavish bathroom, meticulously eradicating any residual traces from his nostrils, a whiskey neat was set at his table. While he waits, Ed can only hope this person is dull, they’ll have nothing in common, that they lack in Billy’s expertise, that’ll make it easier to stay on a professional level, that’s what Eddie wants, what he needs.
“Eddie Munson.” They speak with a powerful, sonorous tone that captures attention. The rocklord sets his drink down as the figure walks around to greet him, he’s half standing when he’s met with electric blues. And the mischievous raven - haired rocklord can’t contain his smile, sitting back down. The male across from him is nothing like what he expected. The only meaningful words to follow.
“Well - color me intrigued.”
Back in Florida …
The Prodigy’s winded, the lack of gym time was showing, slightly. Knows he’s off by a second for each counter move, not visible to the fans eyes but to his, it’s down right disrespectful to the sport and embarrassing. Finds himself grateful being tossed out of the ring to catch his breath.
He chose to over indulge rather than stick to discipline, he can point the finger at others all he wants. Truth is, Steve was consumed in all things Eddie, he neglected the one other passion in his life, his career.
Shit, 4 seconds behind getting back into the ring, he needs to stay focused on the match. There’s literally no room for error, everyone’s watching, in person - online and on t.v as they’re streamed live.
Here’s where The Prodigy really misses his mark, yet in doing so it leads to an epic moment, a botch that spins into what the fans demand, feed off most, carnage.
They rehearsed this earlier, Steve’s to grab onto the ropes when he’s suplexed over the top, land on his feet then a quick reversal move from the outside back in, leading into his finale, only to counter, interference and boom, tossed onto the table outside, ref calls a DQ - end of show.
Only, that’s not what happened, Harrington - off by a few nano seconds wasn’t able to pull himself back in, the lack of staying on track, the ref i forms them they’re behind 5 minutes, they’ll have to cut certain moves they rehearsed, the other wrestler goes for a spear - tackle (which was originally suppose to miss him and get the other wrestler that interfered) hits beautifully wrong, sending Steve side first into the table that was to be used after his DQ victory. His body smashed right through, breaking the prop table with such an impact, it’s audible, the arena falls silent, there’s no way that wasn’t supposed to happen, right? Cameras film the fans stunned reactions, rather than Steve. The ref’s immediately by his side, checking if he’s responsive.
After 10 very excruciating seconds, Steve begins to show slight movement, at this time the ref had already declared the match a DQ. One look at Steve, he threw his arms up in an X, signaling they need immediate medical support. Sure he’s in pain, he’ll definitely be feeling it later, but the energy and cheers of the fans, their admiration for their work, that’s the push he required to get him through it, to stand on his own wobbly feet, walking up the ramp towards backstage. Each step is excruciating, yet the cheers from the fans are worth it.
It’s addicting, their chants, the devotion, it’s - intoxicating, always left wanting more. That’s Steve’s drug, the fans, win the crowd, gain their loyalty and a following, after all they make and break careers. It all means something to him, that he belongs, that he gives his all, and leaves it all in the ring day after day, for them.
Once he’s past the curtains out of sight in gorilla, his body finally gives out, collapses. Arms already there steadying him, Steve’s grateful for Billy. They take their time, slowly making it over to medical after the execs demand he be seen, they’re not happy about the botch - yet, they’re appreciative for his quick actions, but it shouldn’t be at the cost of his body.
“Doesn’t seem like you broke anything.” The medics examined the area where he received the impact, the right side of his rib cage. To air on the side of caution they request a few rads and ultrasound, to ensure there’s no internal damage. With little struggle, he’s able to sit up, holding a bag of ice to assist in numbing the area. A temp bandaid for the time being, while he’s being talked to and set to go to the hospital.
“There’s no excuse for missing my mark, I take full accountability.”
While they are upset with the botch, it’s clear it has more to do with the issue of The Prodigy taking unnecessary risk with his body. They put no ease to his mind when they request he take the next few weeks off, to rest and recuperate. They’ll work a story where he was put out of commission, and make his triumphant comeback for vengeance.
Harrington counters he’s fully capable of working the upcoming PLE, to which they simply end with, “that’s final”. He knows what this means, what it can do to his chances of finally getting the gold. He chastises himself the entire drive to the hospital, stupid - stupid - stupid! Dammit Steve! Get your shit together! You’re better than this.
“Care to share your thoughts?” Billy spoke up, unsure if it was “allowed” for him to even ask. Steve dipped his head back, eyes closed, sighing out.
“I never botch! Not like this! Now, I’m off the program until they decide when I come back. That’s not to mention - that IF! IF I’m even still in line for gold. I start from the bottom, I - screwed up.”
Steve sounds so - deflated, that’s not at all how Hargrove interprets it. They seemed genuinely concerned for his well being. He was after all there backstage when it all went down, yes - initially obvious grunts of dissatisfaction, but when he opted to land on the table (mind you, last minute) it was - such a sweet save, yet the first thing that came out of the CCO’s mouth was “someone check on him! NOW! Jesus fucking Christ this kid is - gonna give me a god damn heart attack, but damn does he know how to think quick on his feet, makes it look effortless.”
Billy let’s in on what he’d heard, which seemed to put some ease to Harrington’s mind.
“This is my life Billy, this is - what I was born to do.”
“Not arguing there Steve, you’re a natural, definitely got a gift. But - you know. You can be just as reckless as Ed, in different ways.”
Steve eyes Hargrove with a dubious look, doesn’t tell him to shut the fuck up, or says who asked you. He genuinely appears to be taking in his words.
“How - so?”
“He lives for what he does, Eddie is a through and through rockstar! His vices have been fans, drugs and booze while yours is the adrenaline you get off the fans, their admiration drives you to reckless behavior that’s going to catch up to you if you’re not careful. Just saying - be kind to your body.”
At the hospital, Steve’s relieved to find out there’s nothing going on internally, everything checked out, given the green light to wrestle. Though the decision to have him take the time off stood firm.
“There’s no flights to Bradbury or close to, so - private transportation it is.”
God if Steve were given that option a year ago he’d laugh his ass off at how absurd that sounds, always been a coach passenger, business class on a good day, or when his miles permitted. Now private jet was an option.
“I wanna take this time and visit my parents.”
Billy finds his decision odd, perhaps it’s an easy one to take considering Eddie has yet to call or text, it’s also strange that he hasn’t blown up his phone with calls and text, demanding he talk to Steve.
“May I - offer some advice?” Since Harrington remains quiet, he takes that as a go ahead.
“You can’t - run away when shits gloomy. After all, it’s your home Steve, that you share with Ed. So how bout we go home, take this week to take it easy on your body and reset, I’ll workout with you if you want. Finish the inside of the house, furnish the spare rooms. And invite the parents over for a tour of your new home the following week.”
After a long minute of silence, Steve exhales loudly, mulling it over in his head.
“You’re right, I can’t run each time things are overcast.”
“That’s my —, right on Harrington! Let’s get you discharged.”
It’s surreal, a month ago Steve wouldn’t accept an open door from Billy, thought he hated his guts, the feeling wasn’t entirely mutual but Hargrove did hold - some indifference. Now, he’s doing all he can to hold him together, be there for him. Who finally smiles when he sees him, talks about everything big and small.
“Have you heard from Ed?” Harrington sounding like a wounded animal, then asking for his phone. Billy retrieves it from the side pocket of the hoodie, Steve’s frown says it all.
“He wouldn’t just - it’s not like him to not....there’s going to be a valid reason for his silence, and if it’s not to your approval. I’ll - handle his ass.”
Steve hums, pleased. Though, stubbornly he doesn’t wait for assistance as he hastily steps off the examination table, groaning out at his stupidity.
“Woah, take it easy there.”
Hargrove’s handling the discharge papers that will also be sent to the home office of the wrestling federation when he gets a call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hargrove, it’s Wilder.” Billy immediately puts two and two together, why they hadn’t reached out, being M.I.A all this time.
“How bad is it?”
“He’s been arrested, there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening, I’m here now. Working through it all as we speak.”
“I’ll forward you the numbers to contact the lawyers. What - was he under the influence? What the hell happened?”
Wilder gave Billy the rundown, once the call ends, he’s unsure how to present Steve this news.
“I just need to say, for what it’s worth - thank you, for everything. Not just today either, I had you all wrong Billy.”
“I just got the phone with Wilder, who informed me that Eddie’s been arrested. He’s at the station as we speak handling the matter.”
“Arrested? For - what?”
“He got into a verbal altercation that escalated, turned physical, cop’s had already been called.”
“But - that doesn’t sound like Ed to just..”
“Steve, he’s being charged with assault. I’ve given Wilder the number to the firm, they’ll be there soon to square this all away. It’s being handled swiftly. So let’s work on getting home.”
For the entirety of the drive to the airport Steve remained in a somber state, and Billy’s grateful for it. He’s unprepared to answer any questions Harrington might have. The flight to California is quick, a jet already awaiting them, they board and take their seats. Billy hasn’t received another call or text. Which - may be good news.
They settle in, assuming Harrington’s going to use the time to get some rest, he orders himself a glass of ice and vodka. The cold glass of ice is used to cool his head, the vodka he downs in one swig.
“Safe to assume the person Eddie assaulted is pressing charges? Do - you think, maybe they could be persuaded into dropping them?”
“Doubt it.”
“Maybe if I..”
“You’re not getting involved and that’s final Harrington.” Billy spoke with an end of tone, made Steve feel as though he was speaking with Eddie for a second. Billy must’ve also felt it, turning his head away, regretting it.
Hargrove then does something out of the ordinary, shifting his body to face Steve, he reached out placing his large calloused hand over Harrington’s.
“You can’t get involved, you won’t come no where near this, the person Eddie assaulted, that pressed charges, is Jason.”
Then There Were 4
The 5 hour flight does nothing to settle Harrington, once they arrive home - fatigue kicks in. With Billy’s assistance they make their way inside, overcome with a sadness that Eddie wouldn’t be there to greet him home.
Somehow Billy convinces him to get some sleep with the promise he’d have more news, Steve - fought to stay awake, eventually succumbing to the fatigue that overpowered his stubbornness.
Strangely it feels as though he barely shut his eyes, when he’s jolted into a visceral groan by the abrupt pain, when familiar hands are there to sooth and offer care.
Blinking away the sleep he was deprived of, the fatigue his body has yet shaken off, when his vision began to clear, and familiar spheres make their presence known.
It’s instant - all the dread that loomed, the worry, the uncertainty, the weight of it all, washes off his shoulders, and out of his mind. Steve reached out, his hand’s taken, and peppered with kisses. Kneeling beside the bed was a weary Eddie Munson, on his knees as if worshipping at the temple that is Steve Harrington, when his head drops, along with it, his gaze.
“Look at me, Eddie - please.” voice raspy in tone, shaking off the slumber, it’s when those doe’s he yearns to wake to every morning finally meet his, Steve takes in Eddie clearer, he was sporting a contusion around one eye and a busted lip.
Moving with thoughtless speed, Steve quickly realized his mistake (again), a strangled cry escaping him as he doubled over, grabbing his side. Taking a second to gather himself, suppressing his cry.
“JESUS! Will you just lay back down, you’re seriously fucking hurt Steve! Just - please.” Through gritted teeth, he agrees, under one condition.
“Don’t call me Steve.” Slowly, carefully, he turned on his back. Eddie sighs out a chuckle, who’s fighting a losing battle with his own instincts, which were demanding he pull his sweetheart into his arms. So - holding his hand is enough, for now.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t…”
“You wouldn’t have been able to get to me either way.”
Steve planted his own kisses over an open palm, turning it to survey the skin on Eddie’s knuckles a tender, mottled mess.
“Tell me what happened, the whole truth.”
Eddie quietly stood, kicked off his boots and jacket. Joining his sweetheart in bed, his body facing him, unable to hold back he leans forward to greet Steve with a kiss, if only just one. Eddie promised no more lies, full honesty, even if…it hurts. And fuck was it gutting him internally.
“I was there meeting Wilder, didn’t, I mean..how would I - recognize the voice that called my name, it wasn’t until I turned and locked eyes - that…I realized what was presented before me.”
“Presented?”
“An opportunity for retribution, and I intended to seize it.” Eddie had bowed his head to kiss Harrington’s hand as he spoke.
Steve was grateful he’s unable to see Eddie’s expression when speaking, though he feels it, his body quakes with emotion. Knows if he could, Ed would’ve held him closer, tighter.
“What did he tell you?”
“Nothing that need be exactly repeated, only that he - was brazenly disrespectful, mouthing off. I tried sweetheart, to..hold it together, for me, for you. Till I indulged, seeing him beneath me, terrified, bloodied, he knew he fucked up. He’s lucky I got sucker punched, or else - I doubt I’d of stopped bashing his face in.”
Harrington’s eyes fall shut, can’t help it. Taken back to that night - can vividly feel… Carvers touch…he wills his mind to go blank, it’s pointless. He’s already there, underneath a body that wasn’t Eddie’s, arms bound, at his will. Don’t cry, don’t .. can’t help it when his body stiffens, attempts to add space by withdrawing his hands. Eddie sensing his shift, let’s go - now laying on his back.
“It wasn’t my intention to - bring up anything that..”
“It’s my fault, I - blocked it out, as if.”
Steve sucks in a breath, releasing a heavy sigh.
“Wanted to forget it ever happened... that for a brief moment, I - al..”
“He took advantage of you in a vulnerable state. And even if - perhaps your body reacted, he had no right, no consent to …”
“What else did - he tell you?” in a whisper, maybe Steve wasn’t ready nor prepared for more. Eddie almost plays off that he hadn’t heard him, but the respect he has for this man, the love that engulfs his being, that’s rooted in his bones.
Eddie aches for nothing more than to wrap himself in Steve, now more than ever. It just - hit harder than it should’ve. Eddie doesn’t see reason, nor composure. Not when it involves Steve, and he won’t apologize for what he did. Swallows, then gets out the worst of it, what made him snap.
“Claimed you…enjoyed it like - before, even when you’d plead for him to stop, knew what your body needed more than you did. Even when he watched you wi…”
Eddie abruptly stopped, closing his eyes. Wishing for Steve to yell at him to stop, he never does. So he continued.
“With others, after - the conversation didn’t go much further, that’s when I hit him. I wanted to kill him, I would’ve, if it wasn’t for getting unexpectedly rocked, probably would’ve had worse done if it wasn’t for Wilder showing up and separating us. He - talked me through being taken away, how to react, what not to say. I asked him not to reach out to you, just Billy, didn’t need you distracted. At that point I wasn’t aware what had happened to you.”
Eddie having closed his eyes, didn’t see it coming. Steve with gentle ease turned on his good side, carefully draped an arm over Ed, curling himself into the rocklord as best he could without further injuring himself, his face sought refuge against Eddie’s chest, inhaling all of his scent.
“I’m glad Wilder was there.”
Eddie senses a slight linger of hesitation before Steve spoke his truth, unsure how Eddie would handle it. After all, this was a part of his past that he wasn’t proud of, but since it was tossed into the spotlight so to speak, he found it only fair he tell his truth.
“He wasn’t always like how he is now - he started off very charming, respectful and sweet. All I wanted was to make him happy, keep him happy, I had no doubts I’d marry him, assumed we’d be together forever. That the..feeling was mutual. But then, he changed. Whether I - agreed to things or not, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for him. I was - so naive, trusting. It - was never love, doubt he ever loved me. I was a possession to him, a quid pro quo with me as the bargaining chip.”
There's a vast expanse of the unspoken here, yet Eddie doubts he wants to bridge the gap, he’ll leave it for another day. Or - perhaps when Steve’s feeling forthcoming on his own, for now he won’t pry. Ed questions whether it's vital information or just good-to-know, as fucked up as that sounds. The knowledge that at one point Carver held all of Steve’s love and focus, to only abuse it, him, the manner in which he mishandled such a privilege... It’s stupid, who is he to even question when he’d whored himself and not ONCE out of love - he bites back the emotion, swallows it whole, burying it deep down, allowing it to fester within, along side his father, memories of the past at a locked distance.
Eddie has made a conscious effort to conceal his fragility, an emotion he could not afford to display, look what’s transpired, in one way or another it’s been weaponized, used as leverage, to control, manipulate, to hurt, the rocklords sure undoing of any and all self power.
“I’m cognizant - to love (you) is to be completely open to being hurt, to which I wholly accepted, I hate that some - have chosen to exploit it (us), use for their agendas. I don’t...know how to hide it once it’s come to light… that’s, what’s driving me to this brink of madness. I can’t protect you like - this, in the dark, but I can’t, I won’t revert to my old ways, not without - hurting you. I’m trying..so fucking hard to avoid letting you down, but these - circumstances, life - FUCKERS are testing me.”
Steve pulls himself closer, fights back the shooting pain, reminding himself it’s only temporary. He can’t begin to imagine the foul things, the venom Jason spewed, possibly clouding Ed’s judgment about him - them. Carver has always been a master manipulator, but Steve will not give Jason the satisfaction of walking away from this, from Eddie. He’ll replant the seeds of reassurance, of his love. He won’t go down without a fight, Jason will NOT take this from him, Steve will not surrender, not this time.
“I only hope you continue to love me the way you have, devotion doesn’t render you weak, it means you’re capable of opening up, choosing - allowing someone to love and care for you. I’m well aware it’s scary, of course - I’d be lying if I said otherwise. But I want you to remember we’re in this together, us against what may come. There will never be the need to shut me out or think I can’t handle the truth, at the end of it all, it’ll be you I choose, no matter what.”
I love you, I trust you, trust that you got me. That you won’t leave me behind, won’t let go, that it’s real, as real to me as it is for you. That - it’s ok to not always be ok, that if I fall, you’ll be there to catch me, if I’m scared, you’ll be my strength. If I break, you won’t see me as weak, rather - plant your feet and hold us both steady, I love you Steve, my sweetheart, my reason.
Eddie’s naked, unbridled emotions.
Not long after Steve dosed off, doesn’t wake up when Eddie affectionately kissed the tip of his nose, nor the scrunch it caused that had him laugh.
“I should’ve affirmed there’s nothing anyone could say that would ever deter how I see or how much I fucking bleed love for you. You’re my everything.”
Steve’s lips form a tiny smile while his body stirred a bit, perhaps a lucid dream, the words resonate.
Both men (for once) fall into a deep slumber, one not even a late call nor the voicemail transcript that followed woke them. It’s from Steve’s father;
Hey kiddo, it’s dad. Just checking in, saw your match and it appears you took a nasty fall or perhaps it was a .. what - do you call it, work? Either way son, just wanted to make sure you’re ok. I called earlier, why do you have a new cell phone? Robby didn’t specify but, a nice man by the name of William picked up. Told us what happened, assured us that you were checked out immediately and all was good. Which brings me to my other question, when did you get security? I hope this has nothing to do with your personal life and personal choices? That’s your say, which brings me to my follow up; Jason called, said some things that I don’t care to repeat out of respect for you and your.. this Eddie. What he had to say was - concerning son, apparently they ran into one another and Jason left with a broken nose and concussion? Now I know he’s no angel, I’m aware you’ve kept some things about your relationship with him private out of respect. I just, I don’t wanna see you get hurt again, it seems with this Eddie it’s - different, that the relationship is more solidified. I guess your old man just wants to meet the man that’s making my son happy, I will never cast judgement without first speaking with you Steve, above all else, I am your father! I’m here to guide, protect and love you. Not in that order of course, look at me - I’m rambling. I just miss you Steven, we both do. Maybe soon we can have you two over for dinner? Take care son, text your mom when you can.
Ok, love you. Good night
