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As Eddie began approaching the trailer, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do here..
I mean, there was a passed out boy in his van, who would probably sober up by morning and realize Eddie was a complete psycho, run away, and tell the cops, or his incredibly wealthy parents who could ruin both Eddie and his uncles life in a matter of minutes.
Shit! Wayne.
Okay so maybe Eddie didn’t quite think this one through..
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Eddie carefully carried Steve out of the van, making sure he didn’t wake the boy as he maneuvered him through the door of the trailer.
“Shit shit shit” Eddie muttered as he tip toed through the living area.
“Mmmm..” Steve slurred, shifting a little in Eddie’s hold.
Eddie froze at the door of his own room, slowly twisting the knob.
“Stop…” Steve said, slightly louder.
Eddie took a deep breath, bursting through the door, shutting it as quickly and as quietly as he could.
He gently placed Steve onto the bed, taking a second to look around the room once the boy seemed comfortable enough.
“Jesus Christ what have I done…” Eddie said to himself, running a hand through his curls.
I mean.. he basically just committed a crime!
This was basically rape.
Woah! No! Not rape. Of course it’s not rape, Eddie has no intention of inappropriately touching Steve.
None at all.
Not now at least.
Jesus! Quit it! You freak!
A tiny rustling noise from behind him shook him out of his thoughts.
Eddie turned around to see Steve, gorgeous as ever, squinting in the mellow light of his room.
“What’s going on?”
Oh shit. He was sober enough, wasn’t he?
“Hey hey, Stevie.” Eddie said gently, lowering himself to his knees by the bed so he’d be on the same level as the younger boy.
“Munson?” Steve asked softly, rubbing his eyes.
Eddie smiled, hand going to rub Steve’s arm.
Steve’s eyes grew wider as he looked Eddie in the eye.
He seemed to go through a few emotions at once.
Confusion, realization, anger.
Steve swiped his arm away from Eddie’s grasp, leaping onto the older man with such burliness Eddie tipped over onto the ground.
“You fucking weirdo! You fucking creep!” Steve shouted, hands balling into fists as he hit Eddie over and over.
“You think you can just kidnap me and nobody would fucking notice?! You fucking freak! I have friends, they’ll come look-“ Steve’s incessant rambling (as Eddie put it) was cut off when Eddie shoved his hand onto Steve’s mouth, throwing him off enough to get the upper hand and tower over him himself.
“Shhhh, Steve, shut up.” Eddie said, coaxing the boy into what he hoped would knock him out.
Steve struggled, but he eventually bit the bullet.
Eddie took his hand away, placing Steve back on the bed, and getting out his best pair of handcuffs.
Sex handcuffs, obviously.
But Steve didn’t need to know that.
Okay, Eddie will admit, this is a little creepy on his part.
But how else is he supposed to ensure that doesn’t happen again?
All he needs to do is make sure that when Steve wakes up, he listens to him!
And grasps that no, Eddie is not in fact a creepy kidnapper.
He’s just a guy with a dream.
And that dream is Steve Harrington.
Even if he is a little dense to think Tommy Hagan and his girlfriend are gonna come looking for him.