Just Because We Get Around
Part one of Fuck His Dad. A fic based on this post.
Eddie pulled Dustinās hands away from his ears and threw an arm around his shoulders. āSeriously, Dusty, Iām not gonna sleep with your dad. You have nothing to worry about.ā
...Maybe Dustin had something to worry about.
Steve had been feeling it for a while now. He felt it in the creak of his joints when the weather changed too fast, felt it when he noticed a new silver streak in his hair. He was still in good shape, he wasnātĀ decrepitĀ or anything like that. He still played ball with Lucas when he came over, he still swam a couple mornings a week, and coaching the girls JV basketball team meant he got some exercise running up and down the court with them. Still, sometimes he would just have a few days in a row where he felt it more than others, and it kind of got him down.Ā
Steve Harrington was gettingĀ old.Ā He wasnāt nineteen anymore, he was forty-five now. He had a job, a 401k. He had a kid in college for Christ sake.Ā
Dustin was maybe the thing that made him feel the oldest, though. Not because of his age, but because he was always talking about some new game, new trends, using some new lingo. It drove SteveĀ crazyĀ . He tried to keep up, but it was hard when things seemed to change at the blink of an eyeā and then he felt like even more of a fucking geezer for complaining about the speed of the way things changed, too.Ā
He was trying to listen to Dustin and his friend Eddie, who had been bouncing ideas off of each other for the better part of an hour for what they could do to get more attention on Eddieās band online. The more they talked about tiktok trends and their social media presence, the more Steve felt in over his head.Ā
āYouāre leaving, Mr. H?ā
Steve turned around to look at Eddie and Dustin again. āYeah, figured Iād go catch the end of the game.ā
āOooh, youāre ditching us forĀ sportsĀ ?ā Eddie shook his head. āIām insulted.ā
Steve rolled his eyes. āI think the two of you have this under control. You donāt need help from an old man.ā
āOld?ā Eddie shook his head and looked at Dustin likeĀ Can you believe this guy?Ā āMr. H, youāre not old.ā
āI am, too,ā he laughed.
āYeah, he is,ā Dustin agreed. He made a face. āHeās myĀ dadĀ , of course heās old. Nowāā
āNo heās not.ā Eddie moved to rest his elbow on his knee, and he gestured towards Steve. āYouāre not old, youāre still, like,Ā hot.Ā āĀ
Steveās face heated up while Dustin just gaped at his best friend.
āDude,Ā what?Ā Gross.ā
āHe is!ā Eddie insisted. āLook at him!ā
āI am! Thatās myĀ dad!Ā āĀ
Steve laughed again and moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. āIā youāre sweet, Eddie. Thanks.ā He meant it, too. Eddie was probably just being nice, but it still feltā¦ good. Especially coming from the pretty boy with the curls and the tattoos and eyes so deep that anyone would have a hard time not getting lost in them.Ā
He managed to not stare, but only just barely. This was his sonās best friendā one of them, anyway. Sure, Dustin hadnāt been friends with Eddie since he was a kid, like was the case with Will and Mike and Lucas, but still. He didnāt want to stand here thinking about how hot the guy was like an old creep.Ā
Eddie wasnāt the first guy Steve had noticed. There had been Tommy Hagan when heād been in school, who was mean but had freckles that stood out when he laughed or when he was pissed. There had been Billy Hargroveā who was pretty but a complete fucking asshole, and Steve hadnāt given him a second look when he found out the kind of person Billy turned out to be.Ā
There were guys in college, too. A professor whose shirt sleeves had hugged his biceps, a teacherās aide whose pants had hugged his ass in a way that had given Steve dreams that still made him flush to think about.Ā
He leaned back against the refrigerator, his eyes on the countertop. āI think if I was born in your generation that I mightāve been bisexual.ā
Eddie and Dustin both stopped talking. Dustin was staring at him like he didnāt recognize the man in front of him, and there was something like curiosity in Eddieās eyes. The boy gave him one of those crooked smiles. āMr. H, itās not too late,ā he said. āYou know that, right?ā
āNot too late to be in your generation?ā Steve asked, eyebrows raised. He was sure he was missing something, but he was only half processing the conversation. His mind was back on the teacherās aide, on the team members heād had crushes on and just hadnāt realized it yet.Ā
That crooked grin grew into a smirk. Those dark eyes raked over Steve, going from his head to his feet and then back up again. āI meant that it isnāt too late for you to be bisexual, but uh. Yeah, you could be in my generation if you wanted to be.ā
Dustin smacked Eddieās shoulder with the crown of his cap. āDude,Ā shut upĀ !ā
Steve nearly choked on his water. āIā yeah, Iā thanks,ā he said again. Dustin looked like he was ready to spontaneously combust where he sat, so Steve gave a wave, a rushed excuse, and he left them alone in the kitchen.Ā
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