Glory Days, Chapter 4: Hey Chicago, What do You Say?
A Baseball!Steve and Rocker!Eddie AU
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
The morning after a concert was a sacred time to Eddie. In a previous life, it was sleeping until noon, wearing sunglasses everywhere to combat the pounding in his head from whatever substances he recklessly imbibed the previous night, and scarfing down his weight in greasy diner breakfast. Now that he’s a bit older, a bit more mature, he doesn’t sleep quite as late, traded the sunglasses for his headache for some ibuprofen for aching muscles, and only ate half his weight in a greasy diner breakfast.
The first thing Eddie noticed when he awoke the morning of the concert was how incredibly warm he was. Stray rays of sun peeked through the partially closed blinds at the end of the room, kissing his skin with threads of golden light, glistening motes of dust floating in and out of the beams. He began to roll onto his back, feeling the need to stretch like a cat awoken from a nap, but realized he was trapped, a strong arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him in tightly as he began to move. He glanced over his shoulder to see the sleepy form of Steve Harrington, forehead nuzzled into the back of Eddie’s neck, breath warm on his spine. Eddie smiled softly, long, thin fingers tracing patterns between the freckles on Steve’s forearm, which wrapped tightly around his waist, hand tucked under his side. Warm, affectionate memories of the night before began filtering through his sleep-addled mind as he slowly woke.
After the concert, the band, Steve, and Robin all piled into the van and made their way back to the hotel for drinks and late-night snacks. The group of them closed down the bar, conversing together like they were old friends reminiscing after a long time apart. When the bartender finally ushered them out so they could clean and close things down, Eddie had sidled up to Steve, loosely entwining their fingers as he offered that Steve could stay the night with him. He felt his heart flip as he remembered the rosy glow of Steve’s cheeks as he was pulled along through the empty halls of the hotel, the rest of their party having disappeared back to their rooms quickly after the bartender evicted them. He remembered quietly opening the door to his room before turning on Steve as soon as he was over the threshold, pressing his athletic frame against the closing door, and bringing their lips together in a heated kiss.
Steve coaxed Eddie back to the present as he shifted in bed, hooking his chin over Eddie’s shoulder before turning and pressing a drowsy kiss at the junction where Eddie’s jaw met his ear. He turned in Steve’s grasp, wiggling down the bed slightly to nudge their foreheads together, legs entangled.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Eddie murmured fondly, Steve’s chest rumbling in a nonverbal response as he slowly blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He gazed fondly at Eddie before the corner of his lips lifted in a goofy, lopsided smile.
