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There was meant to be two beds.
Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.
So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: âWe had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, donât worry!â
Whatever. Thatâs fine, right? Theyâll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights theyâre here for the kidsâ (and Eddieâs) dragon game convention.
He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.
The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kidsâ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely byâŠeverything else.
The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was âKing Steve is coming along on our journey?â, to which Steve could only respond with âThis âsuper coolâ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie âThe Freakâ Munson? Really?â
Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled âmusicâ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steveâs burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldnât stop talking so highly aboutâŠthis nerdy, obnoxious, third-time seniorâŠgreat.
â204 is the Hellionsâ room, 207 is us.â
Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steveâs surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.
Steve gets the van parked in the hotelâs garage, and they head up to their rooms.
âAlright, assholes,â he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, âThis is you guys, Make sure youâre up by eight so weââ
âYeah Steve, we got it,â Dustin scoffs, âAs if weâd risk being late to this.â
Steve rolls his eyes with a âFine, goodnight.â and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddieâs door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.
The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasnât even that late butâ
âOh youâve got to be shitting me.â
So thatâs what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.
âI guess Iâm on the floor then, huh?â
âIâm not about to let you sleep on the floor.â
âOh, the King has chivalry does he?â Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.
âAs much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.â Steve scrubs a hand down his face. âLook, weâll just deal with it tonight and Iâll get another room tomorrow.â he lies. As if heâs got the cash for that.
Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says âFine, but you better not be a blanket hog.â
Eddieâs the worst blanket hog Steveâs ever had the displeasure of knowing.
He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.
Eddieâs fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.
Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.
Heâs so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he canât help but snuggle deeper into the pillow heâs clutched onto.
The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.
Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillowâs making noise gets the better of him.
He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.
It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shitâŠbeautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.
âHi.â Steve breathes.
Eddieâs eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steveâs neck.
Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.
âHowâd you sleep?â Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other manâs bangs.
âFucking amazingâŠâ Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steveâs waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. âHow âbout you, Stevie?â
âStevie, huh?â Steve chuckles.
Itâs only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an âOof!â and a âFuck!â
âOh shit!â Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, âYou alright, Eds?â
âYeah..yeah, Iâm fine..â Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once heâs stable.
âReluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??â
âSorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?â Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.
Steve hums nonchalantly, âIt wasnât all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.â
Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: âI wouldnâtââ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says âI shouldââ
âYou go ahead,â
Eddieâs hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. âI was going to say thatâŠI.. Iwouldnâtmindifyoustayedtonight..too.â
Steve blinks. âGood thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.â
Eddieâs smile is slightly nervous, but thereâs a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).
âLeaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?â he shrugs.
Eddie beams. âGlad to know weâre on the same page, Harrington.â
also, if you havenât heard it recently: Alice, YOUâRE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE đ€©
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