Steve sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the phone on the bedside table and his hands folded together between his shaking legs. Sweat was building up between his palms and his pulse was beating, not faster, but harder than usual.
He had hung up on Dustin twenty minutes ago, and beside him on the bed was a small piece of paper with a phone number that belonged to Eddie Munson written on it. He didn't know why he decided to call Dustin at half past ten on a Sunday, but he had a deep desire to be with Eddie for some reason.
Be with him, hang out with him. See his face, smell him. And the only way to please that desire was to call Dustin, ask for Eddie's phone number, come up with an excuse to why he should have it, and then hung up and call Eddie. He had, however not been able to complete the last step yet.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and grabbed the phone. His hand was all sweaty and he knew that his mother would have complained about it if she was home. It took him another minute before he opened his eyes again and looked down on the small piece of paper beside him.
"Let's do it.." he muttered for himself, crawled up on the bed and crossed his legs with the phone in his right hand and the small of paper in his left, slowly and carefully dialing the number, and when it was done, he placed the phone towards his ear and took in the sound of the tones. His head started to rush around with hundreds of thoughts inside of him, making up fake scenarios about what would happen if Eddie answered and what would happen if he didn't.
But the phone had just finished the first tone when he ended the call and placed the phone back down on the bedside table. He stood up from the bed, grabbed a sweater from his wardrobe and pulled it on as he ran down the stairs and walked straight towards the hall. He had no idea what he was doing and his impulse was on to the max at the moment, and suddenly he was sitting in his car with messy tied shoes, freshly washed hair and sweatpants and a hoodie - driving all the way to the trailer park. Not to see Max, not to buy drugs, but to give Eddie Munson an unexpected visit at eleven pm on a Sunday.
He hadn't really realised what he had been doing the last 15 minutes until he had parked his car outside Eddie's trailer and stood outside the door, just waiting for himself to raise his hand and knock. A part of him was hoping that Eddie was sleeping and wouldn't answer the door, but if so, he also knew that he would feel absolutely awful the entire drive back home.
He eventually raised his fist in the air and knocked on the door three times, begging for someone to open, and begging for that someone to be Eddie. The door eventually opened, and Steve took a step backwards not to get smashed in the face. Eddie was standing on the other side, staring down at Steve with slightly open mouth and wide eyes.
"Harrington?" He eventually said, low, almost in a whisper. His hand was still placed on the doorknob, and he was dressed in a pair of baggy blue jeans and a big black sweater. He looked just as messy as Steve, walking around with unfixed hair and baggy clothes.
"Hi, freak." Steve whispered back. He didn't understand why he was whispering, but the silence he was surrounded by made him almost afraid to speak properly. He dug his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looked down on his feet - not able to control the butterflies building up inside of him because of the tension they had built up between them at the moment.
"Hi." Eddie let go of the doorknob and Steve looked up at him again. "Why are you here?"
"I.." Steve looked around again and sighed, looked back at Eddie and gave up on the whole idea of being confident in a moment like this. "I don't know." Steve didn't look away this time and saw how Eddie frowned a little by his answer. He stood up properly and pushed down his hands in his jeans pocket, taking a step backwards into the trailer.
"Don't wanna jerk off by your own or something?" He muttered, gave Steve a fast glance up and down before walking into the trailer. Steve blushed a little, swallowing hard, but pretended not to hear what had just left Eddie's mouth. "Come in."
"Thanks.." Steve stepped into the trailer and closed the door behind him, made sure he did it properly before he looked around him while pulling off his shoes. There was a lot of hats hanging on one of the walls, and a big brown couch with two black pillows and a bunch of empty beer bottles on the tv table. "You live here alone?"
"No, I live with my uncle. He works nights, though." Eddie said as he walked around picking up the empty bottles and threw them in the trash, looking at Steve with hesitant eyes. Like he was worried about something, or felt judged. "I'm sorry for the mess... the maid took a week off."
"No worries." Steve gave him a small smile. It was for sure a little messy, but it looked way too cozy to even think about it. Steve would have loved living like this compared to be alone in his big, empty house.
It went quiet for a while, both boys looking at each other as they tried to come up with something to say.
"Why are you actually here, Harrington?" Eddie mumbled, breaking the silence between them.
So we are back to whispering, Steve thought. He sighed, took a few step towards Eddie until they were just a few inches apart from each other. His heart was beating harder and harder for every step, and his lust to touch the boy in front of him was crawling around in his body, all the way to the very tip of his fingers.
"I told you. I.. don't.. know." He looked Eddie straight in the eyes while whispering it. Eddie looked at him with an empty face. "I just wanted to be with you."
"And do what?" Eddie snapped back at him as he crossed his arms, looked away and clenched his eyes hard. Steve felt a little surprised by his reaction and rolled in his lips to thin line.
"You tell me." He muttered low, glanced up on Eddie and bit the inside of his bottom lip. He wanted to touch the shorter boy so much, and it scared him a little. The lust was a little too strong to care about, what so ever, cause all he could focus on was not to wrap his arms around Eddies waist and push their chests together. Feel his chin against the top of his head, his hands on his back and then maybe later on feel their lips pressed together and the tip of their tongues licking each other.
"I don't know what that's supposed to mean, man. You show up out of absolutely nowhere, in the middle of the night at that, and apparently without any reason either. It's freaking me out." Eddie muttered. He looked up on Steve, released one of his arms and slowly and gently placed it on Steve's shoulder, his facial expression more scared than confident. Steve could feel a strong wave of goosebumps and pleasure run down his body by the touch of Eddie's hand on his shoulder, even thought the thick fabric of his hoodie was between their skins.
"Do you want to buy drugs?" Eddie asked, somewhat sarcastic.
"What? No!" Steve broke their eye contact and rolled his eyes while sighing dramatically. Eddie's hand wandered up to Steve's neck and made Steve look down at him again with a serious face.
"Do you want to fuck me, Harrington? Is that it?" Eddie whispered low, his voice dark as he stared into Steve's widened eyes. He could feel his heart skip a beat inside his chest and how his mouth suddenly felt try. Like he had ran out of all water in his entire body and had the stronger dehydration he had ever had before.
He had never been asked such a question before, and Steve didn't realise what he had actually wanted from Eddie until Eddie spoke up about it and asked. He didn't just want to hug Eddie, or maybe kiss him once or twice, or hold his hand once and then let go knowing that it wouldn't happen again. He wanted to do it all. It all. Every single centimetre of him had built up a big shell of lust in just a couple of days, making him feel a very strong desire to love the curly haired boy with all he got. He wanted to make love with him, laugh with him in the rain, and hold his hand under the duvet while they were sleeping next to each other.
"Stop pretending and admit it, big boy." Eddie stretched out his neck, their nose tips almost touching. Steve looked down on Eddie's lips for a second, swallowing. He had no idea what to do or say, and he hadn't the courage to think about it either.
"Yeah." He eventually breathed out.
"Yeah what?" Eddie mocked him, smirking.
"I would like to.. to fuck you." Steve whispered. He couldn't keep his hands in control anymore, and slowly and carefully placed them on Eddie's back, taking in the feeling of his black, soft sweater. "Or make love with you. Or whatever you call-"
"Steve."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."