Rating: E
Ships: Mungrove (Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson)
Additional Tags: Almost Caught, Showers, Locker Room, Hand Jobs, No Proofreading We Die Like Men
Preview:
Billy didn’t hang out with Tommy and his crew because he genuinely enjoyed them, he hung out with them because they were convenient. He was on teams with most of them and they all knew where the parties were at first. Sometimes he didn’t mind Tommy’s bullshit. Sometimes he wanted to kill him over it.
Billy stopped in his tracks at the end of the hall as he made the turn. About 20 feet further down was about half the basketball team circling Eddie Munson like a pack of jackals. Eddie was on the list of people Billy actually gave a fuck about in this shithole town. He had the potential to be interesting. To get out of here. Be someone. He was off limits. Billy made it clear more than once that he was off fucking limits. And here they were pulling this shit behind his back like he wouldn’t find out and pull their guts out through their throats.
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Second fill for @harringroveson-bingo finally out because I’m still That Fucking Guy™.
HEYYY i saw that you answered my ask and I'm so encited to request some eddie x billy because they're such an underrated ship-
Okay how about this
Eddie being insecure over something someone said and Billy giving him tons of hugs and kisses and stuff to make him feel better along with calling him nicknames and taking him somewhere he loves?
Also OMG thank you so much for doing this and I hope you don't mind if i request another Eddie X Billy sometime :3 <33
BEHOLD!!!!!! THE THING!!!!!!!!!
this can also be read on my AO3
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Eddie had thick skin. He kinda had to since he had a pretty massive target on his back being one of the weirdest dudes in town and well past his graduation expiration date. But he was still human and he could be hurt, especially if they got him where he was already working himself over. It wasn’t lost on Eddie that he didn’t have much going for him. He was poor, his grades were shit, his dad was a felon, his mom was a drunk, he was 19 knocking on 20 fast and still in high school, most of his cash came from dealing and he didn’t really have any skills that were like, legal. He really didn’t have a lot going for him at all.
All he had was his music and he knew he was fucking good at guitar. He was completely confident in his skill, cocky even. But he also knew that there were plenty of bands and musicians didn’t get anywhere regardless of how good they were. His band would be breaking up soon as people got on with their lives. No one had said it out loud yet but they all knew it. Jeff was graduating and unlike Eddie he was going to college, out of state and everything. He didn’t know what the future held for him after that. How he was gonna get a new band together or get work playing.
Because that’s what he wanted to do. Even if he had to eat shit for a while to play guitar for some F tier pop studio just to keep the lights on he wanted to play guitar for a living. He couldn’t picture anything else. Of course given his failure to graduate he kept having to go see Ms. Kelley which fucking did the opposite of help. She was nice and like, genuinely cared and all but her questions and her doubts weedled into his brain. If it weren’t for the fact he wanted to make his uncle proud and prove to himself he could actually get a diploma unlike his folks he’d have blown out of this shithole ages ago.
When Ms. Kelley talked about the future and realistic planning and back ups it just fucked with his head. He’d heard stories about guys who knew their fucking shit and were kick ass musicians and they just. Never. Made. It.
All that prowess and talent and they just never broke through. Eddie wasn’t looking for rockstardom per say but he wanted a life. He needed to break out enough at least to get work playing. If he could get a band going that was good enough to make it with then even better.
His thoughts whirled like this for ages, one thread ebbing only for another to rise and there was no escape in sight. Billy shifted next to him on his bed. Billy was practically living here at this point, getting away from his old man, the bastard. Not that Eddie or Uncle Wayne minded. Eddie loved to have his boyfriend here with him as often as possible and Uncle Wayne had sussed out real quick what Billy’s deal was and just let it be. He was cool like that.
“What’s wrong Eds?”
Eddie peeled his eyes away from the ceiling to look over at here Billy lay next to him his book now laying on his stomach.
“Just you know, thinking.”
“Nothing good I’m guessing.”
“You know. The future. If I can make it.”
Billy’s expression changed and he lifted himself to his elbow, dumping his book on the floor.
“Ed you’re stupidly good, of course you’ll make it.”
“Lotta guys even better than me don’t.”
Billy cupped his cheek and Eddie was tempted to close his eyes, both because it just felt that nice and because he kinda didn’t want to look at Billy right now.
“And you got something they don’t.”
“Oh yeah? what’s that?”
“Staying power. I know you and you’d work at this shit relentlessly for a million years if you had to. Nothing is gonna make you fucking quit on making this your life. Plus you got me and I’m game for busting up the other guys’ hands before auditions.”
Eddie smiled. His sexy fucking thug.
“Think people might get suspicious if you take out all my competition babe.”
Billy grinned. “Then I’ll fuck them up too.”
Then he leaned down and kissed him and Eddie moaned a little, happy. His hands coming up to tangle in that gorgeous fucking hair. Billy was like, fitness model hot with the dreamiest fucking eyes. He knew some people swooned over how pretty and blue they were but what got him was how hooded they were, how it seemed like Billy was always half asleep. He looked like a cat that knew a secret and apparently Eddie was into that. Billy shifted on the bed so he was flush against Eddie now, the hand on his cheek dropping to pull Eddie into an embrace. Eddie went willingly, finding comfort in it. He wanted to hide away in Billy and his confidence for a while.
They parted and Billy began to drop little kisses all over his face, making him smile. Billy was only ever like this when he knew for sure they were alone. He guarded his vulnerability jealously. Even now it made Eddie feel even more special to him that he got to get the full uncut Hargrove experience. He got to see Billy when he wasn’t being anything but his basest self, got to see him when he let himself be soft and got to see him when he held out his heart. He couldn’t think of another person on earth who got to enjoy how fucking awesome it was to have Billy Hargrove kiss and nuzzle and cuddle like this. Warm and languid and loving, his grip was tight like he wanted to be closer than close.
“I love you babe. Don’t worry about that shit.”
Billy’s mustache scratched him as he mumbled against his jaw. Eddie’s heart still exploded when Billy said that shit out loud.
“Love you too Bils. Gotta say you do know how to lift a mood.”
Billy pulled back so he could smile his lazy cat smile down at him.
“Know how to lift your mood. Only one I give a shit about.”
Eddie laughed. “Hey I’m not complaining.”
Billy shifted and ran his hands down Eddie’s sides, his mouth hung in a lopsided smile. He pressed a kiss to Eddie’s lips before he got up and pulled Eddie with him. Eddie let Billy drag him off the bed though he didn’t get why he was doing it in the first place.
“What’s up?”
“I’m takin’ you out. Not just gonna let you stew in your bad thoughts. Gotta let this place clear out of the bad vibes you’ve been puttin’ out.”
Eddie snorted. “Gee thanks for that.”
Billy wrapped his arm about Eddie’s waist, slipping his hand into Eddie’s back pocket. Again he cupped Eddie’s face and kissed him tenderly. He could feel the love in that press of lips, the care. Eddie followed Billy out to his Camaro and got in the passenger side. It was always weird getting in Billy’s car, it was so much lower than his van. But Billy liked to drive Billy’s car and basically nothing else.
“Do I get to know where we’re going?”
Billy looked over at him, head leaning back against the headrest. “Where the fuck do you think I’d take you?”
“Diner or record shop?”
He started the car. “Record shop. But we can hit the diner after, get some milkshakes and fries.”
A smile slowly spread over Eddie’s face. “I love you man.”
“Yeah, I know. Said that earlier dipshit.” He gunned it down the road.
In the record shop surrounded by music he felt alive again. He prowled the aisles, not expecting to really find anything he didn’t have or was waiting for but it didn’t matter. Just trawling through the vinyls and seeing the bands he loved as he went sent a jolt through him every time. Set his soul on fucking fire and made his fingers itch to play as he remembered his top songs off albums as they went by.
Billy was right next to him, casually flicking through the vinyls as well, just the right distance away to be close enough for Eddie to enjoy the comfort of it but far enough away not draw suspicion. Billy had to watch his ass in case things got back home. Eddie got that and it didn’t bother him. He got plenty of time with Billy that would make everyone in this town shit themselves when they were alone. He didn’t need Neil Hargrove to know his son loved riding Eddie’s cock to be a smug bastard about it.
Billy pulled out Holy Diver, laying on top and Eddie reached over to stroke it, face stretching out in a huge grin.
“Hello gorgeous.”
“Gonna leave me for em?” Billy leaned his hip up against the table.
“Maybe. They play better than you.”
“Yeah, well when I can actually afford a drum set I’ll be able to practice for real. Then I’ll be good and you’ll be single.”
“Nah you wouldn’t leave my ass for anything. You love me.”
He was certain of that but he could admit his mood right now, though getting better, was still leaving him with niggling doubts about everything. When Billy said it it was a statement, when Eddie said it felt like a question.
Billy’s face softened and he smiled that dangerously slow smile of his. “Yeah I do. Guess I’ll just have to put up with your bullshit then. If you can put up with me learning the drums.”
“I will love every second of you learning the drums and then we’ll blow this shithole together and get our own band together. Put out our own album with even sicker art than this.” he tapped the vinyl.
Rating: M
Words: 5,745
Ship: Heather Holloway/Eddie Munson (munway)
Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies But Also Lovers, Hate Fucking (Or Is It?), Light BDSM, Light Bondage, Secret Relationship, Eddie Munson is Not A Nice Person, Heather Holloway is Not A Nice Person, Corruption Kink, Rough Sex, Cringey Guitarist Energies, Enough Denial to Fill the Mariana's Trench, degradation kink if you squint
Summary (I can’t give a preview we in media res right into boning rip):
The Queen of Hawkins High wanted him so bad it made her hate herself and fuck if that didn't feel good.
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head’s up @shieldofiron @hyperfixatjons @rubysangel @summer-eighty-five @bowie-starss genuinely dunno who to give the heads up to on this and tumblr won’t let me tag some people i knwo would be interested B) cannot win
Rating: PG-ish
Ships: Mungrove (Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson)
Additional Tags: Harringroveson If You Squint, Death Industry AU, Forensic Cleaning It's Honestly Pretty G-Rated But Also It's About Death and the Grim and Gorey Aftermath, Mortuary Practices Casual Attitudes to Death
Preview:
Billy’s life had a routine now. He woke up in the trailer he lived in his with ex-step-mom and ex-step-sister. He ate and dressed. He got Max to school everyday then came home to wake up Eddie. He chatted with Wayne while he made breakfast and Eddie stumbled around in the background. He handled some business and admin work while Eddie ate. If they didn’t have a job they’d handle some work errands, whatever random life shit they needed to do and get in some music practice. When they had a job they’d pile their equipment into Eddie’s van and head out.
Today they had a job.
Billy sat in the passenger seat with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, letting the wind hit his face and Eddie’s mixtape wash over him. The van smelled of smoke (cigarette and weed) and bleach and their shit jangled around in the back of it in a way Eddie would never allow with the instruments.
Eddie tapped on the steering wheel. “So we got any idea how gory this one’s gonna be?”
Billy kept his eyes closed and shrugged.
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Third fill and realistically last fill for @harringroveson-bingo because I’m still That Fucking Guy™.
tragically I’m on a roll today when it comes to shitty oneshots with no fucking direction lol. now it’s an infinitely more emo calicheer one compared to the cheersc00ps one from earlier.
also took the brave stance I didn’t on the cheersc00ps one and just fucking called it untitled bc jfc titles are evil and these are so whatever they don’t really inspire any ideas for one 💀
Rating: G
Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham (cunningrove/calicheer)
Chrissy kissed Billy’s jaw again. She hated when he was all beat up like this but she was helpless to do anything about it. She couldn’t stop his father and she could rarely stop Billy when the switch flipped and he got into a fight. His arm was tight around her upper arms, her legs over one of his broad thighs. His grip on her was tight as he held her to him. Putting her legs like that over a guy’s in public wasn’t something she was actually very comfy with but she knew Billy really liked it when she was as close as possible so she did it anyway.
She knew how they looked, Billy with his bruises smoking before they went into their movie and her this preppy little waif clutched to his side tightly. He’d look like a bad guy and her like she was too scared to leave him. Even when he wasn’t battered Billy had a way of setting his face that screamed “don’t fuck with me”and he used it a lot. Her hand was on his chest under his open button up shirt and over his heart. It bothered her when people thought he hurt her or that controlled her just because he wasn’t very nice to talk to. She just had to keep reminding herself that they didn’t actually know him, they only saw him out in the world with no context for who he really was.
Rating: G
Ships: Mungrove (Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson)
Additional Tags: There's talk of kink but in a normal casual non sexy way, Gratituous Music Talk, Flirting, 80s Appropriate Offensive Language, aka the F-slur gets used pretty casually, But it's the Queers Using It Colloquially So You Know
Preview:
Eddie Munson was in love. Working at Wintson’s Records was his first love. Sure there was a lotta dealing with the plastic top 40 masses but he got to spend every day surrounded by music and talking about practically nothing else. His second love was Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove was just about the hottest guy in Hawkins and every music choice he made had Eddie wanting to kiss him on the mouth.
Billy and him had only a kind of passing crossover in high school, Billy had moved to Hawkins in Eddie’s (second and blessedly final) senior year in the grade below him and they didn’t run in the same circles. He’d really only known that Billy was popular, his ass did not quite, he was kind of a slut, and his car radio was always blaring immaculate tunes. Seeing as he hung out with motherfuckers like Tommy Hagan Eddie had been content to just admire his form from a far.
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My first and so far only fill for @harringroveson-bingo because I’m That Fucking Guy™. I’ve got till the end of the month so let’s see how I do.
Hello! Could I request billy having selective mutism and Eddie learning sign language for him?
rating: G/PG
warnings: none really lotta swearing tho
words: 1,323
pairing: Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson
also HERE on AO3
A/N: Note! I'm not selectively mute, I just did some research and pulled from some of my own experience and understanding of anxiety to try and get close. Billy is also coming from the school of "not gonna think to deeply about any of this just gonna muscle thru until I die or meltdown" because he is nothing if not relatable in his poor handling of his own issues. If there's anything wrong here please let me know and I'll fix it! Thanks!
EDIT: I FIXED THE FUCKING AO3 LINK IT GOES TO THE RIGHT FIC NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eddie was learning to sign. Billy knew this because he always watched Eddie’s hands as it was. He liked the look of them, how they moved, like to think of all the things Eddie could do with them. Do to him with them. So he noticed immediately when Eddie started running through signs as covertly as he could when he was bored in class like he was practicing. He knew exactly what was happening when Eddie sent him his first somewhat imperfect messages. He knew why Eddie was sending them to begin with.
It was for Billy.
Billy didn’t like to talk. It was generally safer not to. Sometimes he though he didn’t really get a choice on it and talking just wasn’t on the table. No words would come out of him. He didn’t get shit for it much anymore now that he didn’t look easy to fuck with. He didn’t dwell on it too much these days honestly. Pathologizing was for the guys who blew their loads on PHDs not the guys with the fucking issues. What mattered was sometimes the only thing he had was sign language or fucking writing shit or whatever which meant the amount of people he could fucking talk to was about 0 in this shithole town. Him and Steve had managed to come up with some bizarre system and he knew Steve was learning from Max even if neither of them were talking about it with him. Steve was his best friend so it didn’t surprise him he’d hit up Max to get lessons. It fucked him up a little sure, but Steve was a good friend, it was a Steve move. He was sappy like that.
Eddie learning to sign was another story entirely. He hated to fucking admit it but he was full throttle head down, ass up pining for Eddie Fucking Munson. Which was such bullshit because Billy didn’t do the pining, people pined after him. Falling for your dealer had to be some new level of pathetic but Eddie was smooth as fuck in his own fantasy freak loser kinda way and he didn’t push Billy to be one way or another. Billy liked to think he’d moved past the era of life where hopelessly pining while hanging out with someone was a thing people did but when he and Eddie were sharing a joint and listening to records Billy could fucking swear his heart was audible in the next county. The way Eddie stretched out when he lounged, the way he talked with his hands, his lazy smile when he handed that shit back to Billy.
The idea that he cared enough about Billy as a person to want to learn a whole new language just to talk to him sent him reeling. He’d been pretty comfortable in his little self-made hell of lusting after Eddie. He didn’t expect or need any reciprocation. His normal deal with Eddie for weed suddenly became so much more charged. Eddie didn’t have a mean bone in his body so he could just be being nice, they did hang out a lot. But Eddie would do this thing when he noticed Billy was in the room or looking at him where he’d catch his eye and this wide slow grin would spread over his face like “yeah there’s my guy”. Billy was completely certain that Eddie had checked him out —multiple times— Billy got ogled enough that he knew it when he saw it.
He wondered if Eddie could hear how loud his heartbeat was right now from across the picnic table. He didn’t know if he hoped he did or didn’t.
“Hey Hargrove I was wondering, there’s this guy I like—“ Eddie looked up and met his eyes, gauging. “—he uses ASL a lot. I know you know it so I was wondering if you’d help me out? I’m learning it but I’d think I’d get better faster if I had a conversation partner.”
Billy felt a scream lodge in his throat. Holy fucking shit this was happening.
He nodded.
Eddie’s long quick hands started to move, Thanks big guy.
Oh Jesus fucking christ.
Billy swallowed hard, his face had to be bright red. Is this what people felt like when he finally gave them the time of day? He suddenly had a lot more sympathy for the guy and girls he’d dated in the past. It was hell, liking Eddie, sometimes he could talk, sometimes he couldn’t. The anxiety about being so fucking obvious and Eddie not wanting him could just grip him by the throat. Now he was just freaking the fuck out that he did.
Billy signed back, No problem.
Eddie studied his motions. “Okay I don’t know that one yet.”
Billy spelled it out for him.
“Oh, no problem!” Eddie grinned, nodding. “Very cool.”
The smile it felt like he’d been fighting down since he realized Eddie was trying to learn ASL for him finally broke out and there was nothing he could do to stop it, spilled over his face like a flood. Eddie’s own grin got soft and he rested his chin on his hand for moment, just looking at Billy before he signed over.
I like you.
Billy’s heart skipped a beat. I like you too.
Eddie reached across the table and loosely hooked some of his fingers with Billy’s. Billy tightened his grip, his other hand took on a completely mind of it’s own and came to cover the rest of Eddie’s hand.
“So I was thinking. You, Me, some light tutoring and some heavy petting after school?”
The fucking sound that came out of Billy. He was gonna fucking combust.
He nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.” His voice was a croak.
He felt like a dam had broken and he could breath again, Eddie liked him back. Fucking shit.
“You’re cute you know that? You’re bright fucking red right now Bills.”
“Fuck off dude.”
Eddie laughed. “Nah, think I’ll hang around here and torment you some more see if I can get some more sounds outta you. You know, for comparison for the ones I get later.”
Billy collapsed to the table, hands still holding on tightly to Eddie’s. He buried his face in his elbow just to get a fucking break for 5 seconds. He was usually so good at playing it cool, at acting like he didn’t care all that much if his person of interest liked him. But Eddie was so Eddie. He got under Billy’s skin and made it impossible for him to be anything but what he was right now, a big vulnerable over-something mess. Thing shift and Eddie got up and moved to Billy’s side of the table, dragging Billy out of his current position as he did. Mulishly Billy let himself be dragged around enough that he was look at Eddie again but fuck for his life not to seem as thrilled about it as he was.
Eddie wrapped his free hand around Billy’s waist and gently bumped their foreheads together, nuzzling their noses together.
“Never thought I’d see the day Billy Hargrove was reduced to swooning little pile of goo.” Eddie teased, his breath against Billy’s face was making him lightheaded. God he was so fucked. He was so in love with him. He could barely think, barely breath, he was so fucking full up of it. “I like it though, love seeing you all riled up for me baby.”
Eddie closed that final distance and kiss him, meaningful, tender and sweet full of languid movements that made Billy’s heart soar and tears prick the corners of his eyes. He felt like he was finally being soothed after years of being dragged over glass and set on fucking fire at the same time.
How about Billy taking care of a really sick Eddie? TYSM for doing this btw! <3 you have just earned yourself a supportive new follower! <3
rating: G/PG
warnings: none really
words: 1,010
pairing: Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson
also HERE on AO3
A/N: slooooowly working thru the mungrove requests i have in my askbox! sick fic isn't one of my genres i'm personally interested in but it was really fun to write! hope yall enjoy!
He knew he was down bad with something, the recognition came to him basically every time he was awake and lucid enough to know where he was. He probably should go to a doctor (which he couldn’t afford) or at least to the store and get some meds (debatable if he could afford) but his head was swimming and he felt like the world was moving. If he tried driving like this he’d probably just end up wrapping his van around a pole.
In the end it didn’t matter. He was pretty much bedridden with this and figured the best he could do was hunker down for the duration. He drifted back into consciousness to feel something cold on his forehead and made a whining sound in the back of his throat.
A deep familiar voice shushed him and stroked his cheek. His eyelids felt like lead but he was awake enough to know it was Billy. He was the only person who did that to Eddie. Eddie fought to open his eyes and look up at his boyfriend. He sort of managed it and saw the broad shape of Billy sitting on his bedside.
“Hi babe.” Eddie croaked, his throat was a mess.
“How you feeling Eds?” Billy’s tone was soft and warm like honey.
“Bad.”
“Here—“
Billy helped him up into a sitting position against the wall and gently handed him a glass of water. Eddie drank and instantly started to feel miles better. Right, you needed to drink water and stuff when you were sweating like a dog for days. He handed the cup back with a little smile.
“Thanks baby. Didn’t realize how bad I needed that.”
“You look like shit Eds. When’s the last time you took a shower? Or ate?”
Eddie scrunched his face as he thought. “Uh…”
“Jesus fucking Christ—“
Billy sighed and shifted on the bed then got up. Eddie let his eyes slide closed again, listening to Billy move around and get shit ready. It was pretty obvious he was about to do something about both of those things. Eddie’s chest felt hot and tight for a whole new reason and it was love and appreciation. His uncle was doing his best to take care of Eddie while also you know, working his ass off but realistically Eddie was on his own. Now Billy was here without being asked to come and taking care of him like he so desperately needed and wanted — his Billy, his loud mouth asshole boyfriend who thought it was funny to be mean was playing nurse.
Billy came back from whatever he’d been doing, his weight making the bed sink. He brushed some of Eddie’s hair behind his ear.
“Let’s get you outta this nasty shit. Then it’s a shower and some food.”
“You just wanna get me naked.” Eddie joked. “You aaaalways wanna get me naked.”
Billy snorted. “Yeah sure if that makes you feel better shit for brains now come on—“
In the end the whole process of undressing was pretty much entirely on Billy. He manhandled Eddie easily and Eddie let him, too tired and out of it to really do much more then kind of vaguely hold himself up. Billy then picked him up and carried him into bathroom and deposited him on the toilet. So that weight lifting and shit really did do something huh? Guess there had to be a reason people did it. Eddie forced his eyes open again, Billy was fucking with the water temperature in the shower then pulling off his own shirt and throwing it onto the sink, revealing his golden toned skin.
Billy turned and manhandled Eddie again, putting him on what had to be one of the kitchen chairs shoved into the bathtub. the water was warm but not overly so. Billy then set to work washing Eddie of what had to be days of sweat and sickness vibes. His fingers were strong and luxurious against Eddie’s scalp as he shampoo’d his hair and honestly? Would kinda love to repeat this whole event a couple different ways when he wasn’t like… on death’s door. He should probably be self conscious or aroused or something about being naked like this while Billy had his hands all over him but he was just too out of it and happy to get clean and looked after to give a fuck about anything else.
Billy turned off the water and got a towel and haphazardly dried Eddie off before carrying him back to his room to manhandle him into some new sleep pants and a t-shirt. Eddie wasn’t really much for the whole commando thing like Billy was but he really didn’t give enough of a shit right now to mention that. Billy brought Eddie out to the main room of the trailer, depositing him in the kitchen chair that wasn’t currently in his tub then set to work making him some food.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just some of the Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and crackers his uncle had gotten for him but it was so fucking good. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was holy shit. Billy went back into Eddie’s room and given the sounds Eddie guessed stripped his bed. Billy let him just sit there slowly feeling life return to him as the food hit his system for probably an hour before he helped Eddie over to the couch so he could chill out and watch something. Billy then brought him over some more water and crackers.
“Thanks babe. Dunno what I’d do without you.”
Billy sat on the floor, resting against the couch by Eddie’s head. “Fucking rot in that cesspit of a bed.”
Eddie laughed. “Yeah sounds about right.”
Billy took Eddie’s hand in his where it hung over the edge of the couch and kissed it gently.
“Always gonna take care of my guy.”
Eddie felt that good tightness in his chest again.
“Love being your guy.”
Billy turned to look at him, his blue eyes molten and warm. “Love you.”
