donāt die on me just yet
rated M | written for @steddiemicrofic august prompt: āholeā + 606 words | content: gore, injury, ambiguous ending
(happy birthday @griefabyss69 i promised you a fic by the 7th so please enjoy whatever the hell this is)
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āGodDAMMIT!ā Steve howls as he kicks the carcass again. A demodog chased them through the woods then ten feet down, thrashing limbs and vicious snarls until Steve wrestled free and stabbed the thing in the head.
Now theyāre caught in their own trap.
Eddieās laugh sticks like cigarette tar in his lungs.
āYeah, laugh it up,ā Steve scowls, walking the perimeter, checking for holds. Itās hopeless. The stones are eroded silk-smooth under the muck, and the wellās too wide to shimmy up. Not that Eddie could. Heās pretty sure if he rolled his jeans up heād find bone sticking through skin.
āSorry.ā Another wet laugh. His ribs are killing him. āWeāre justā¦so fucked.ā
āAnd thatās funny to you?ā
āNah, man, it really isnāt.ā Heās laughing harder, though, uncontrollably, shaking his ruined rib. He can feel it hanging looseāan overripe banana broken off at the stem, dangling all stupid with its skin half-peeled. Jesus Christ. Theyāre gonna die in a fucking hole.
āWeāre not gonna die, dude, calm down.ā
āNo?? You got a magic rope ladder up your ass or some shit?ā
Steve smirks; drops down beside Eddie with his back against the wall. āā¦You okay?ā
Not even close. His breath hitches, misses a step on the decaying staircase of his busted ribs. āIāmā kinda wrecked, butāā Oh, this is bad. He canāt tell Steve how bad this is. āScale of one-to-bat-bites, Iām alright. You?ā
āFeel like one big bruise, but other than thatā¦ā He tips his head toward the sky, the circle of gray gloom over the pit.
Itās not the worst place to die, Eddie thinks. At least thereās a hot guy heās half in love with next to him. āYou wanna jerk each other off?ā he jokes, straining with the effort.
Steve doesnāt dignify that with a response, just rolls his head and drops his chin to give him a classically bitchy look. Pure Steve aimed at him like a laser.
āā¦Fuck, youāre hot.ā
āQuit screwing around.ā
Gravity shifts for a second. Then Steve rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth ticking up, face twisting in pain as he pushes into a crouch.
Eddie lets his eyes drift shutānot sleeping, just resting, just for a minute. āWhatcha doinā?ā he slurs, trying to guess based on the rustle of fabric, the squelch of rotten leaves.
āLooking for aā no, no, no, hey!ā Steveās above him suddenly, straddling his thighs, tapping his cheek with the tips of his fingers. āDonāt you dare pass out on me.ā
Eddie smiles. Bucks his hips. Everything hurts.
āJesus Christ,ā Steve huffs. āStop moving, you horny little jackass.ā
Eddie moves his hands to Steveās hips and squeezes.
Steveās breath wobbles. āSeriously, man, cāmon. Let me make sure youāre not gonna bleed out first.ā
āFine,ā Eddie sighs. āBe boring.ā He drops his hands; lets Steve manhandle him.
Steve pulls a roll of gauze from his pocket, sits him up and mutters āthis is gonna hurt, Iām sorryā and hoooooly shit, it does. Scale of one-to-bat-bites, Eddie might take the human bat buffet again. He whimpers while Steve gets his rib as relocated as itās getting without a hospital visitānever mind that no oneās set to take over this patrol for hours, so theyāre definitely gonna die first. Whatever. Sweet that Steve cares.
āThere,ā Steve smiles when heās finished. Thereās demo blood on his canine. Eddie wants to lick it off.
āGood job,ā he praises; means it. In an alternate reality he would have made a great field medic.
āHey.ā Steve lets his weight fall heavy in Eddieās lap, zippers touching. āDonāt die on me just yet.ā
