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Eddie comes to with absolutely no clue where the fuck he is.
Until he does.
Until absolutely he does.
Holy fucking shit.
It’d been a celebration. They were flying out to record a demo tomorrow, a real fuckin’ shot. They’d wanted their friends to send them off and of course they’d delivered: fellow musicians in the city; one Robin Buckley, all the way from Northwestern; and then—
The man next to him in the bed.
In that man’s room. Inside that man’s Indianapolis apartment where Eddie half-lived even though every time said man had floated the idea of cohabitation, the deathless longing in Eddie’s chest reminded him fierce as fuck that he couldn’t live with Steve Harrington like it was just a…point of convenience.
Like Steve Harrington could ever be someone his heart would ever get over, or give up, despite never having had him to lose in the first place.
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Eddie wakes up naked in Steve’s bed, terrified at the consequences of how he’s (apparently) finally spilled the beans on how he’s been in love with his best friend for…forever.
But what if he doesn't have to be terrified?