“You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.” steddie ♥
Eddie Kaspbrak has broken his arm more times than the average person. It’s not that he’s reckless, or particularly clumsy, it’s just that trouble always seems to find him.
The first time he broke his arm was the summer of ‘84, the details of the event hazy in his mind. The second time was the winter of ‘87, when a patch of ice found its way under his feet and the cracking of bone caught his fall. Now the year was 1992, and a week ago a car had detached from its jack stand while Eddie was working underneath it, crashing down on him and crushing his arm in the process.
It was a minor break, only requiring a cast for a month, but Eddie can confidently say that having a cast for any amount of time is a pain in the ass.
The only reason that this time is any different, is that this time, he has a boyfriend to take care of him. Stanley Uris begins meticulously caring for Eddie the second they gets home from the hospital; doting on him hand and foot, setting up medicine regimes, and picking out all of the clothes that will be easiest for Eddie to get in and out of.
Eddie has never been more thankful, or more pampered.
However, on the third day after his accident, Eddie realized he needs a shower. Badly. He’d gotten by without one so far, leaning into the “sick and wounded puppy” routine, but now even he was getting irritated by his hygiene.
It was while he was warming up the water that Stan burst into the room.
“What are you doing!?” He asked in a frenzy.
“Well, you see, this is water, and sometimes people like to use it to clean themselves.” Eddie gave him an innocent smile, only a slight smirk present beneath it.
Stan calmed slightly at Eddie’s humor.
“Let me help you.” Stan urged, already beginning to pull his sweater over his head.
“Stan, it’s alright. It’s a broken arm; I didn’t have a stroke.”
Stan paused, holding his balled up sweater in front of his bare chest.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re capable, baby... I just worry.”
Eddie approached his boyfriend, leaning up on his tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on Stan’s pouty lips.
“I know you do. And if you insist, I guess you can join me.” Eddie sent him a sly wink before plopping back down on his heels and beginning to undress.
Stan helped him wiggle out of his clothes, following suit and taking a moment to wrap Eddie’s cast with saran wrap before stepping into the shower.
Eddie eased under the spray of water, his body physically relaxing as the hot water worked to un-tense his muscles. He kept his arms stretched out in front of him, placed on Stan’s shoulders, and let the water run in rivulets down his body.
Stan grabbed the soap, lathering up his hands before beginning to clean Eddie. His touch was gentle, working with the water to clean away the stress of the past few days.
They showered in silence, the moment too nice to disrupt with unnecessary conversation. Stan would lean in every few minutes and place kisses across Eddie’s body; his cheeks, his neck, his collarbones, his pectorals, anywhere that he could reach.
Eddie grabbed his shampoo with his good arm, passing it to Stan and letting his eyes drift shut as Stan worked it into his hair. Nimble fingers massaged the soap into his scalp, starting at the base of Eddie’s neck and working up to the crown. It was so soothing Eddie felt himself lulled into a trance.
“You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.” Eddie mumbled gleefully, leaning into Stan’s touch.
Stan chuckled lightly, leaning forward and kissing Eddie’s forehead.
“Are you complaining?”
“Mmm, no, never.” Eddie hummed with a relaxed smile.
Eddie reluctantly let Stan lead him back under the spray, not wanting the massage to be over yet, but delighted to find that Stan resumed the whole process with his conditioner.
“I might have to break my arm more often if it gets me this kind of attention.” Eddie teased.
“Please don’t, my heart couldn’t take it.” Stan joked back, a sincerity in his voice that softened Eddie to his core.
He let Stan rinse his hair once more, sighing in contentment when he was pulled close, their bodies flush together.
“You know, there is one more thing I could use help with...” Eddie said, peering down the length of their torsos to where they were pressed together.
“Please, you haven’t had to use your own hands for years.” Stan lowered his voice, switching to a whisper near Eddie’s ear. “Broken arm or not, you know I always take care of you.”
Tingles ran down Eddie’s body, switching into sparks when Stan shut off the water swiftly and swept Eddie up into his arms.
A surprised giggle ripped from Eddie’s chest.
“Stan! This isn’t safe!” He laughed as he watched his boyfriend step extra carefully out of the shower and on to the mat beneath them.
“Safety is overrated.” Stan grinned, before carrying him into their room and making true on his promise to take care of his baby.
