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Eddie is on tour pt 6 - nsfw

The rest of his off day was spent thinking about the evening ahead. Steve made it easy by teasing him with more than words.

/Steve/: how would you feel about getting some pics today?

/Eddie/: Of you? 🥵 /Eddie/: any day. Any time.

The next reply was a picture. A close up of Steve’s plump pink lips. Eddie notes the two little moles on his cheek then looks down to see his thumb captured between his perfect teeth. Eddie huffs out a breath as his dick twitches. He leans on the wall outside a diner, waiting for the boys to show for lunch.

/Eddie/: you’re gonna kill me before tonight gets here.

/Steve/: 😘

Jeff and Grant dash over and squish Eddie between them. Jeff makes kissy noises by Eddie's ear and Grant lets out a fake, obnoxious moan. Eddie’s face turns as red as a tomato.

“Shut up, assholes,” Eddie pushes them.

They reel in their teasing as they perch next to him.

“Nervous?” Jeff asks.

Eddie shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Little bit,” he admits.

Maybe it was a little weird he told his bandmates about Steve suggesting a more intimate phone call. But, what could he do when a text meant for Steve was accidentally sent to the group chat instead? They have teased him a little less than he expected.

Grant drops his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Just be yourself. Have fun. Don’t get pregnant.”

“… I have ~so~ many questions,” Eddie squints.

His phone vibrates. A picture message from Steve. He pockets his phone without checking it as Gareth joins them. As they grab a booth inside Eddie’s phone vibrates again. He ignores it and watches Jeff gesture wide as he tells a story.

Another text vibrates from his pocket. Curiosity and desperation get the best of him. He has to open the messages.

He excuses himself to the restroom. It’s a single room with a lock, thank the gods. He pulls out his phone as he locks the door behind him.

/Steve/: laundry day, what can I say?

The picture to follow was the most stunning mirror selfie Eddie had ever seen. Steve had his back towards the mirror, nude, with his perfect and freckled ass framed center. His shoulders are broad and tan, his hair looked unstyled but also the sexiest bedhead he's ever seen.

“Fuck.” Eddie sigh. He reached down with his free hand and palms his dick, hard just from the sight of his man.

Another message vibrates. He's yet to reply to the string of messages from the man.

/Steve/: too much? /Steve/: I’m so sorry Eds. /Steve/: I’ll stop.

Eddie scrambles to reply with his free hand. He holds his phone up and snaps a picture of himself from a high angle his hand down the front of his jeans.

/Eddie/: don’t you dare stop.

He hits send before he can second guess the bold move. He wrestles his skinny jeans down to his knees and takes hold of himself tugging a couple time before he lets out a low moan.

His phone vibrates.

/Steve/: holy fuck. /Steve/: you’re so gorgeous like that. 🥴

Eddie chuckles at the message as another photo of Steve comes through. The Greek god of a man stands tall facing the bathroom mirror. His grip is tight around his own reddening cock.

An airy “fuck me" slips from Eddie’s lips as he throws his head back in pleasure.

Steve sends another message. It’s not a photo or text. It’s a voice note. Eddie’s eyes go wide. He clicks it as he rubs his thumb over the slit on his leaking cock.

Steve’s voice plays from his phone, air catching in his throat.

In a low voice Steve urges him on, “that feel good baby? Touching yourself thinking about me?”

Another voice message pops up.

“I am so close, thinking about your fingers roaming over my skin, exploring.” Steve shudders as the message ends.

It’s enough for Eddie to spill over his fist in bliss. Eyes rolling back into his head as he rides out the high until there’s a knock on the door.

“Eddie?” It’s Jeff.

“Y-yeah?” He croaks.

“I know you’re probably dropping a deuce but we’re waiting for you to order, man.” Jeff smacks the door.

“I’ll be right there. You know what Taco Bell does to a guy!” Eddie sighs as he slips down the wall to the floor. His phone vibrates again.

A picture from Steve. His hand splayed out over his stomach, a thick patch of hair on his chest, the splatter of his release on display.

Eddie’s face flushed pink.

/Eddie/: fuck, Steve. This was… what’s tonight gonna be like? 😳

/Steve/: you got another round in ya?

/Eddie/: let a man recharge, would ya? Lol

/Steve/: tonight it is then. 😉

Eddie pockets his phone, washes his hands, situates himself in his jeans and makes sure he looks presentable before leaving the bathroom.

An older gentleman stares at him over his reading glasses. His judgmental glare follows Eddie all the way to the table. As he sits he glances at the menu, makes a quick choice, so he can pen another text to Steve.

The server stops by their table.

/Eddie/: nothing more damning than an old man staring you down because he knows you’ve been doing impure things in a public bathroom.

He grins to himself as he taps send.

“Earth to Eddie!” Gareth snaps his fingers. The server taps a pen on her order pad. Eddie looks up at her.

“Fair maiden. I apologize for my negligence.” He flashes his cheeky grin at her. “I’d like to partake in a stack of your cinnamon roll pancakes and a side of bacon.”

He hands her the menu. She rolls her eyes with a faint smile as she walks away. The guys eye him. He shrugs.

“What?”

“You’re not as charming as you think,” Gareth snarls.

“He’s landed Steve via long distance.” Jeff shrugs as he sips his soda. “That’s something.”

“Steve hasn’t met him in person yet. Give it time.” Grant sticks his tongue out with a grin.

“I…” Eddie sighs. “I haven’t landed anyone. Like Grant said, we haven’t even met in person. I could annoy him or maybe I’ll despise him. You never know."

“Nah.” Grant elbows him. “I see the way you are when you talk about him. I haven’t seen you happy like this since Chrissy.”

The group groans.

Eddie holds up his hands. “Oh shush. I’m fine.”

Steve really has woken something deep in him, something he thought he had lost. Trust doesn’t come easy and falling for someone has been something he’s avoided since--

“Good sir.” The server was back. “Your stack of confection.”

She sits the pancakes in front of Eddie, the rest of their food follows close behind. They all dig in and cheers to the last few days of tour. This whole trip has been a whirlwind of emotions and Eddie wouldn’t change any part of it.

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Eddie on tour pt 5

“Why is your tour so short?” Steve asks, curious.

Eddie walks down the street on the main drag in St. Louis. They have a rare day off before their show and he’s enjoying the strangely cool day.

“They only asked us on for the first leg of tour. Some other yahoos get to take our place opening on the second leg.” Eddie pulls his earbuds from his leather jacket pocket, tucking Steve’s voice into his ears.

“Hmm.” Steve takes a second to reply. “Is that good or bad?”

“Can it be both?” Eddie asks. “It’ll be nice to sleep in my own bed again. But the rush of playing in front of a crowd, in these beautiful venues, that I’ll miss.”

“You’ll book another tour soon. I’d put money on it.”

Eddie grins from ear to ear. “What makes you so sure?”

“Eds. I don’t listen to metal. Like. At all. But I enjoy the music you and the guys make. It feels very you and I love listening to… I’m an 80s pop guy! And I can’t get enough of Corroded Coffin.” He clears his throat, “for what it’s worth.”

“It’s worth a lot, sweetheart.” Eddie’s dimples grow deep as his smile widens.

“Enough about me. What trouble have you been getting into lately, big boy?” Eddie eggs him on.

“It’s so boring over here. Just trying to make it through summer classes.” Steve sighs.

“But what do you do for fun?” Eddie asks as he walks into a coffee shop. The music is low and he orders an Americano with room for milk.

“I don’t really. I mean, I used to swim but I haven’t since high school.” Steve’s voice goes low. “I’m nothing special.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. “You take that back.”

“Huh?”

“You do not get to talk about my favorite person like that.” Eddie snarls to emphasize his point. “You’re incredibly caring, you’ve put a lot of work into figuring out who you want to be, and you’re going to be a councilor. Not because it’s easy but because you want to help people.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down, baby.” Steve sounds flushed.

“I will not.” He smiles at the kind barista as he picks up his drink. He adds milk and sugar, giving it a stir.

“Eddie.”

“Now that we have that out of the way, what do you do for fun?” Eddie’s voice is more even and soothing.

“Mmm. I do like to draw. I have a few sketch books here and I don’t really show anyone what I work on.” Steve pauses. “I think I’d like to try painting.”

“That’s a brilliant idea.” Eddie walks out of the coffee shop and perches on a bench near by.

“Question,” Steve prompts.

“Hmm?” Eddie sips his coffee.

“Am I really your favorite person?” His voice cracks.

“Uh… yeah. Yes. Please don’t tell Jeff.”

“That’s the first thing I’m telling him when I meet him.” Steve laughs.

There’s a comfortable silence between them now. Eddie breathes in deep as he looks at the sky. He hasn’t shared a quiet moment like this with anyone before. He always feels the need to fill the silence. Worried for some reason or another that the person is bored or bothered or annoyed. But with Steve, with this man on the other end of the line, he feels content. His anxiety wasn’t buzzing around like bees in his head. It was just the two of the here in this moment, miles apart, but together.

“Hey Eddie?”

Steve’s soft tone feels like flowers blooming in Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah?”

Steve clicks his tongue. “Never mind.”

“Okay.” Eddie fiddles with his rings. He hums a tune that’s been stuck in his head.

“Don’t you want to know?” Steve pries.

“Of course! You changed your mind though so I’m not gonna push it. I’ll be here if you change your mind again.” Eddie’s lips purse as he reassure the other man. He whistles.

“Okay,” Steve’s next words rush together. “I was wondering if you were staying in a hotel room tonight and if you’d be alone and if you’d be interested in maybe talking like um, more intimately and I don’t want to assume anything. I just can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t know if I can wait until I meet you or even if you’d want to go any further and I feel like a weirdo asking—“

“We are treating ourselves to a hotel tonight,” Eddie cuts him off.

“Does that mean… is that a yes?” Steve’s pitch raises with his question.

“Can I admit something?” Eddie asks.

Steve swallows, “of course.”

“I haven’t had phone sex before.” His face turns red and even though Steve can’t see him he pulls a bit of hair to cover his mouth. Embarrassed.

“Me either!” Steve shouts and then goes shy. “Think, uh, think you’d like to give it a try?”

Eddie hums playfully.

“I do like telling stories,” he muses. “And I’ll have to tell Jeff to get lost for a while tonight. He will definitely give me shit for that.”

Steve is quiet.

“You know what?” Eddie throws his free hand in the air. “For you, sweetheart, I’m in.”

“You’re sure?” Steve whispers.

“Mhmm. As long as you don’t get jealous of my sweet, sweet story telling skills.” Eddie says breathy.

“It’s not like bed time stories, you know that, right?” Steve questions.

“You haven’t been to one of my D&D sessions yet. You don’t know what you’re in for.” He gloats.

“Clearly.” Steve chuckles again. “Well, I gotta head out. I’m having lunch with Robin in a bit.”

“Tell her I said hi and I can’t wait to meet her backstage.” Eddie grins.

“What do you… seriously? She’s gonna flip. You’re so wonderful.”

“VIP badges will be at will call just for you two.” Eddie bites his lip. “Talk to you later, Steve.”

“Can’t wait.”

Eddie ends the call and texts Jeff.

/Eddie/: I’m gonna need the room for a while tonight. No questions asked.

He sips the last of his coffee. His phone chimes.

/Jeff/: youre gross. I’ll just cuddle up with GareBear tonight.

/Jeff/: I don’t gotta know what you’re getting into but I feel like I should congratulate you or something.

/Eddie/: I’ll accept my medal at breakfast tomorrow.

/Jeff/: Seriously. You’re gross. 😜

Totally worth the endless teasing ahead. Now what was he going to do with the rest of his day? He spots a small artsy store front across the way. He crosses the street and bobs in.

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Eddie is on tour pt 4

Their next stop is Austin, Texas. All Eddie knows about Texas is that it’s big, it’s hot, and he wishes he packed more than his skinny jeans.

They pit stop a few hours outside the city and gas up. Eddie launches out of the driver’s seat.

“Need. Shorts.” He pants under the heat of the sun and dramatically waddles towards the gift shop. Cool air hits the sweat on his forehead causing him to shiver.

“Bless you.” He steps towards the racks and finds a pair of orange basketball shorts with a giant TX on the leg. “These will do.”

He grabs a can of Monster and a protein bar on his way to the register.

He scrolls through his Instagram while he waits, liking the comments on the band’s recent post from the Denver show. They gained more followers than he expected.

A notification banner drops down with a new message from Steve.

His heart thumps hard. He’s never going to get used to this he thinks as he taps the notification.

Steve: You free to distract me from the most boring chapter from a huge ass book for my psych class?

Eddie chuckles to himself. He types a reply.

Eddie: now I don’t want to be a bad influence on you, sweetheart. 😈

He clicked send as he stepped forward in line. The cashier checks his ID for a pack of cigarettes and his phone sounds again. He clicks the message.

Steve: Pleeeeease, Eds. 🥺

And how could Eddie say no to that?

He pays for his stuff and dips into the bathroom to change. He pins his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Hiiii!” Steve answers.

“Good morning, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice is silky. “Why aren’t you studying?”

“I figured I could work on my back up plan for a while instead,” Steve’s tone is playful.

“What’s that?” Eddie unbuttons his jeans and tries to peel them off from his sweat sticky legs.

“I… now I’m embarrassed.” Steve’s voice is low. Eddie pulls one of his legs free.

“Come on. It’s just me. I’m the most embarrassing person there is.” Eddie smiles. “What’s the backup plan?”

Steve hums. “To date a rock star.”

“Huh?!” Eddie belts out as he tugs his jeans off, falling against the bathroom stall. His phone drops and bounces on the rim of the toilet. His pulse raises the second it bounces again. It hits the floor and doesn’t splash in the toilet.

“Shit.” He steadies himself and snatches his phone off the floor.

Perfect fucking timing. “Steve. You still there?”

“Still here. You okay?” He’s voice is a bit shaky.

“Peachy. Just… caught in my pants.”

Steve snorts.

“What? This has happened to everyone at some point.” Eddie protests.

“Can’t say it’s happened to me.”

“Then you must not wear skinny jeans in the summer” Eddie proclaims.

“Who in their right mind would…”Steve chuckles. “Oh honey.”

“Don’t you dare.” He growls.

“I bet you’re cute when you’re all riled up.” Steve coos.

“Is that right?” Steve hums.

Eddie steps out of his jeans. He sighs, “Freedom.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“Stevie. It was so bad that I was relieved and, I’ll admit a little excited, to find orange shorts in this gas station gift shop.”

“Oh. I have to see this. Send me a picture,” Steve’s voice vibrates in excitement.

“No way in hell.”

“Please!”

“I would scare you away with how pasty I am. Please spare me.” Eddie steps into the shorts and hikes them up over his hips.

“No fair. You know what I look like and you haven’t even told me your band’s name which means I can’t find you on socials.” Steve huffs.

“You… really want to see me?” Eddie’s voice is small. Nervous.

“Of course! Look babe. I can’t explain it, but since the night you accidentally called me I can’t stop thinking about you, hearing your voice when you call and—“ Steve cuts himself off.

“And?” Eddie says.

“Eds. I want to meet you. Can I see you when you’re in Chicago?”

Eddie’s breath catches in his throat.

“Steve. I—“

“Give me the keys Munson!” Gareth charges at him from across the parking lot. “I’m gonna get us to the venue in record time.”

“You’ll be kind to our chariot. It’s all we’ve got.” Eddie hands over the keys. Gareth darts around the van.

Eddie brings the phone back to his ear. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” He’s meek.

“I would… I would love to meet you after the show.” Eddie’s voice is low.

“You mean it?”

Eddie throws his free hand in the air. “Of course I mean it!”

Steve laughs.

“Are you sure you really want to meet me though?” Eddie pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He takes a long drag.

“I do.” Steve says with a serious tone.

Eddie is speechless for the first time in his life. “Okay.”

“So, will you tell me your band’s name so I can stalk you properly?” His tone is light again.

“The Munson Five.”

“Really Eddie?” Steve whines.

“Corroded Coffin. But you’ll have to find us on your own. I’m not giving the handle—“

“You are cute.” Steve interjects. “Send me a picture of you in the shorts so I can compare.”

Gareth honks the horn. “Come on, man! We gotta hit the road.”

Eddie takes a long drag of his cigarette and stomps it out under his boot.

“Duty calls.” Eddie sighs.

“Call me tonight? After the show.” Steve asks.

“Sure. It’ll give me the chance to get to know the guy who’s inspired a new song or two.” Eddie chews his bottom lip.

“Shut up,” Steve howls.

“It’s true! And I wanna know more.” Eddie coos. “Get your homework done and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Why would I do that when my backup plan is going so swimmingly?” Steve teases.

The van horn blares. Jeff makes kissy faces from the passenger seat. Eddie flips him off.

“Tonight.” He says.

“Can’t wait.” Steve ends the call.

He holds his phone up and snaps a photo. Thankfully his hair is decent today. His orange shorts are on display, skinny pale legs bright in the sun, he gives a teasing smile.

It’s not the best photo of him but he sends it anyway. It’s real. It’s him. If Steve really is into him he deserves to see every side of him. The weirdo, the metal head, the freak…

He climbs into the back seat of the van, lays flat on the bench, and throws his arm over his eyes.

Steve said he wanted to meet him. Gods. They only had a handful of shows left before the end of tour, before the House of Blues.

Eddie’s phone vibrates. He opens a text from Steve.

Steve: Is that a narwhal tattoo?

He chuckles to himself.

Eddie: Go study and I’ll tell you about it later.

Steve replies with a gif of Stitch crying.

Eddie: 🖤

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Eddie is on tour pt 3

His eyes blur as he stares at his phone. The phone app open, taunting him with Steve’s contact info. His thumb hovers over the green call button. Hesitant.

“Come on, Munson. He told you to call him.” Eddie mumbles to himself.

“Joining us tonight?” Their drummer Gareth asks as he slaps Eddie on the shoulder.

“Ah. No. Gotta make a call.” Eddie holds his phone in the air.

“Who’s Steve?” Gareth asks.

Eddie blushes and locks his phone.

“Come on, Gar.” Jeff pulls him away as he flashes a knowing smile at Eddie.

Gods. He owed that man a shot of tequila and the best wingman award.

Eddie takes a breath. Finally tapping the call icon.

“Hey there.” Steve’s voice is groggy.

It only rang once. Was he waiting for him to call?

“Hey.” Eddie smirks. “It’s like 3 am in Indiana. What are you doing up so late?”

“Well, I’m actually in Chicago so it’s only 2 am. And I’m working on an essay for school. Deadline is coming fast.” There’s a rustle of papers being gathered. “May have accidentally dozed off…”

He’s so cute.

“Whatcha gonna be when you grow up, Stevie?” Eddie cringes at his awkwardness.

“Guidance councilor. Hopefully. Schools not the the easiest for me so, it’s been a lot of late nights.” Steve yawns. “How was the show?”

“Surreal.”

Steve hums.

“Honestly, I don’t think it’ll ever not be surreal.” Eddie stares up at the clear night sky above him. He’ll stay with the van outside the venue until the guys get back.

“I’ve loved music all my life. My uncle used to play the radio while we made breakfast. He shared his old records with me when I was old enough to understand how fragile they could be. From there I saved up for my first guitar, my baby, and I knew from the moment I first held her there was no turning back.”

“Wow.” Steve breathes low.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t be sorry, man. That’s so cool. What bands inspired you?” Steve asks, urging him on.

“There’s a few,” Eddie holds up his fingers as he names them. “Metallica- Master of Puppets was the first song I taught myself. Wild. You know how hard that song is to play? Worth it though. Then there’s Dio, Megadeath, Black Sabbath and Ozzy of course.”

“Of course.” Steve says.

“Do you even know who Ozzy is?”

“Yeah. I know who Ozzy is. He was on that reality show where they swore a lot.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. “No Steve—“

“Yes Eddie. He was on that show.”

“Okay, yes he was on the show but do you know his music?” Eddie can’t help the smile that grows on his lips.

“Guess I have some more homework.”

“Steve, you don’t have to listen to them. I’m sure they’re not your taste.” Eddie runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“I want to. If you like them then they have be pretty good.” Steve says.

“Don’t give me too much credit here, sweetheart. I’m just the guitarist of a small metal band.” Eddie slumps his shoulders.

“Come on! You’re on tour, literally right now on tour, with a big name band that invited you to join them. That’s huge.” Steve’s voice is loud and excited. “Like, where are you guys right now?”

“Denver.” He says low.

“See. I’ve never been west of St. Louis.” He goes quiet. “Anyway, it’ll be nice change of pace from my Harry Styles kick.”

Eddie let’s out a guffaw. “I would be into a One Direction fan.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Shit.” Eddie says to himself as he squats down, wrapping his arm around his bent knees.

“You’re… into me?” Steve asks with an air to his voice.

“I… um…”

Silence again.

“The honest answer?” Eddie sighs.

“Mhmm.” Steve’s voice is soft.

“Alright. Here goes.” Eddie stands up, a little light headed from the action. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I called you by accident that night. I don’t even know what you look like and it wouldn’t matter at this point. There is something so… so…” he’s at a loss of words.

“So what, Eddie?” Steve’s voice is a whisper.

“Amazing. Wonderful. Heart stopping. I want to write songs about you. And now that I’ve put myself out there I don’t even know if you’re into guys, let alone a stranger and—“

“Eddie.”

“I’ve ruined this like I ruin everything.”

“Eds.”

“I’m such an idiot and—“

“Babe.”

Eddie stops pacing in a circle and let’s that word settle in.

“I know it was your turn to spiral this time but you’ve gotta breathe.” Steve waits for him to take a deep breath. “It is a bit crazy but I… I mean… Me too! I was being honest when I told you I drove my best friend crazy talking about calling you.”

They both laugh and Eddie sighs.

Steve speaks again. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie taps the back of his head against the van.

“I should let you go, sweetheart. I’m sure you have class tomorrow.”

“I do. I’ll text you when I get home and maybe we can talk again?” His voice is a bit shaky. Nervous maybe.

“I’d love that.” Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest right there in the venue parking lot.

“Sweet dreams, rockstar.” Steve teases.

“Good night, big boy.” Eddie hangs up the call before Steve can respond.

His muscle loosen as he leans against the side of the van. His phone vibrates once in his hand. He looks down to see a message from Steve.

“Hope your imagination didn’t oversell my good looks. 😉”

There’s no way the picture to follow is of a real human being.

Steve has a strong jawline, moles dotting his face and neck, his hair is auburn and a bit on the long side, not that he had anything on Eddie’s length.

His eyes were bright and hazel. His smile wide and perfect.

Eddie opened the van door to dig in his bag. He pulls out his head phones, flops on the middle bench, and searches Spotify.

If he pulls up the “this is Harry Styles” playlist it was nobody’s business but his own.

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Eddie is on tour pt 2

“I haven’t even thought about him once this week,” Eddie lies as he stacks their home designed shirts on the table.

Jeff rolls his eyes. “I know you, Munson. Let’s recap. You’ve talked to this guy once, haven’t even text him because you’re in your head, and you’ve been agonizing over calling him again since the second you hung up the phone nights ago.”

Eddie lets out a low snarl.

“That means I’m right.” A smug grin peeks at the corner of Jeff’s lips. “You’ve not stopped thinking about him.”

Whatever. Maybe Jeff was right. Eddie didn’t know the rules with something like this. Should he text? Should he call? If he calls, what time would be okay to call? It’s not like he could guess when he’d be free. Plus, time lost all meaning on tour. It had been 5 days and almost 500 miles on the road between shows.

Tonight Eddie was on merch duty. He is the most engaging one out of the guys. They usually put him there because he brought in the most profit. It was easy for him to talk. He chats with a girl who was terribly interested in how the band started.

“We did a talent show together in middle school. We didn’t win but we did a blood bond ritual that night so we are stuck together forever.” He shoots her a devilish grin and she gives a nervous chuckle. “Only kidding. These guys—“ his phone lights up. It’s Steve.

“Excuse me,” he nods at his phone as he picks it up. He takes a deep breath before he answers. “Hello?”

“Hey Eddie!” Steve sounds excited he picked up. “I am so sorry I didn’t call sooner. “

Eddie smiles “it’s okay.”

“I swear I wanted to call—“

“Steve, it’s okay!” Eddie takes the cash from the girl as she walks off with a copy of their EP.

“Okay.” He gives a soft chuckle.

“Hope it wasn’t a beautiful girl who kept you away.” Eddie teases, causing his heart to drop into his stomach. Sure it had been on his mind since they first talked but—

“Nah, man. I was at camp this week with the kids and we had negative amounts of service. I wanted to call. I did!”

“Steve.”

“And Robin kept giving me shit about it and—“

“Steve.”

“Maybe she was right—“

“Sweetheart.”

Steve goes quiet. “Yeah?”

“I’m glad you called.”

“Cool. Alright. Yeah.”

Steve sighs.

“Couple questions though.” Eddie grins.

“Shoot.”

“You have kids?” His voice catches in his throat.

“Ah. No. It’s kind of complicated.” Steve sounds more relaxed so Eddie urges him on.

“Do tell.”

“I used to babysit them. I know, weird. They are all wonderful little brats, as much as I’d like to strangle them. They’re growing up too fast and this is our last summer together before they head off to college.”

“That’s… not what I expected.” Eddie says more to himself than anyone else. He’s startled as the next band starts up, loudly presenting their set.

“Shit. You’re still at the show!” Steve hollers through the phone.

“Time zones, man. I can call you back—“ Eddie is cut off as Jeff joins him at the table. He makes a lewd gesture at Eddie, knowing full well he’s on a call with Steve.

Eddie waves him off as Steve’s call drops. He sighs, a bit defeated. Jeff pokes at his shoulder making kissy noises. He ignores him and pushes him away as his phone vibrates in his hand.

Steve: call me tonight if you want. I’ll be up late. :)

Jeff peers over Eddie’s shoulder and reads the text. “Eddie and Steve, sitting in a treeee.”

Eddie elbows him in the stomach.

“Shut it, man. I don’t even know if he’s into guys! He mentioned a girl named Robin. Could be his girlfriend.”

“I’m not convinced.” Jeff shrugs. “He called you tonight. That text has a smiley face on it. He doesn’t have a girlfriend. And if he does, and he’s doing that,” he points to Eddie’s phone. “Then you don’t want any part of it.”

Eddie has to agree with him there. Before his thoughts run away from him he spots another patron eyeing their table and waves to her.

Jeff leans in, “guess that’s for future Eddie to worry about, huh?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and readies for his performance.

“Fair maiden. Can I interest you in our wares?” Eddie sweeps his hands in front of him to present their small selection of merch. She steps forward and smiles as she points to a hand designed shirt.

He makes mental notes of the things he wanted to ask Steve. Need to figure out who this guy was and how did he have such a hold over him already? All Eddie knew was that he was completely taken with him.

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Eddie’s on Tour pt 1

Eddie can’t remember the last time he tapped out first from a night of celebrating with the band post show. Sure, they were only on the third show of the tour they, by some miracle, booked to open for A Day To Remember. It felt like a fever dream.

His head was swimming with excitement from the exposure of playing with a legit band. They had only ever played at local bars like the Hide Out and that one time they played Battle of the Bands in Indy. It’s crazy the last show of tour will be at the House of Blues in Chicago.

Eddie had to figure out a way to make it through the tour without vibrating out of his skin.

So, here he was, half drunk and spiraling in the van. Thanks to his favorite crop top his back stuck to the vinyl of the middle bench he deemed the best place to suffer.

“Goddamnit,“ he sighs as he shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He opens his contacts and selects /Uncle/ and clicks the speaker icon before dropping the phone on his chest.

As it rings Eddie realizes how late it must be in Indiana and thinks about just ending the call when—

“Hellooo?” The voice says on the other end.

“You’re not Wayne” he sputters out.

“You’re right.” The voice is deep but sweet somehow.

“Why are you on my uncle’s phone?” Eddie is so confused.

“I’m not, actually.”

“Shit.”

Wayne had a new number from when he moved out of the old trailer.

“I’m an idiot,” Eddie whispers. The new number was under /Wayne/. He’d have to write the old man, like he promised, and tell him about the mix up. He’ll find it funny—

“You okay over there, stranger?” The voice asked.

Eddie had gone silent, lost in his thoughts.

“That’s a loaded question, sweetheart.” Eddie drummed his fingers on his bare midriff.

“That’s fair. Why don’t you start with why you were calling Wayne?” The man on the other end of the phone urged him on.

“Why the hell not?” Eddie hums. “I guess, I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed.”

“Hmm.” There’s a sudden clatter of dishes. “Shit.”

“You okay over there?” Eddie holds in a laugh.

“Fine. It’s fine.”

“Are you doing dishes? Oh my god. I’ve called a complete stranger and I’ve interrupted his chores. You were probably busy cleaning up after you made dinner for you and your lady friend. She’s patiently waiting for you to join her for the movie you settled on but you’re that weirdo that insists on doing the dishes right away.” Eddie rubs his hands down his face.

A sharp laugh comes through the phone. “You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Hardly.” Eddie sighs. “Look man, I’m sorry I interrupted. I’ll let you go.”

“Wait.” The response was quick and Eddie could swear there was a pinch of desperation. The man continues. “I mean… uh. I don’t mind. See I just… um. I wouldn’t mind the company is all I’m saying.”

Eddie couldn’t help the stupid grin on his face anymore than the butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Well then… Hi.”

“Hi.” The man chuckles on the other end. “Wanna tell me why you’re overwhelmed then?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” Eddie isn’t sure he’s ready to dive into this deep rooted fear of failure with a complete stranger. Nice enough as he seems, it would be weird, right?

“I’ve got the time.”

There’s silence from both of them for a three count.

“Fine. I’m in a band.” Eddie pauses.

The man on the other end hums.

“We have only really played dive bars and Battle of the Bands type shit before, right? And I’m convinced one of the other guys made a deal with the devil to get us here, touring as the openers for one of our favorite bands. We’re three days into this tour and I can’t even enjoy it because I’m waiting for the fallout or to wake up from this dream and I can’t stop wondering when they’re gonna pull the rug out from under us. You know?”

“Sounds like you don’t see how amazing you really are then.” The man’s voice is so soothing, motherly almost. “Clearly this favorite band of yours saw something in you. They probably started out just the way you did. Give yourself some credit here, man.”

Eddie swallows back tears. “You don’t even know me though. I’m the freak, the fuck up. I…” he sighs. “Why do they think I can do this?”

“I dunno. It’s not just you though. You’ve got your bandmates with you. Don’t you believe in them?”

“Of course!”

“Don’t you trust them?” The man asks.

“With my life.”

“Then reel it in a bit. I’m sure they need you as much as you need them right now.” The man’s tone goes low. “Trust it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Oh, I know I’m right.” There’s a smile in the man’s voice.

“Cocky, cocky. Wish I had your confidence.” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Shit. I’ve got call.

“I can let you go, man.” Eddie couldn’t mask his disappointment in letting the stranger off the line.

“No! No. Sorry. It’ll be a quick call. I’ll be back.” There’s a lull. “I promise.”

The phone beeps and Eddie is left with a faint static sound and his buzzing thoughts. This is absolutely not where he thought he’d be after the show tonight. There’s something about being on stage and the confidence he has in himself when he’s performing, but the second the lights go down and their gear is packed up, he feels like an imposter. Maybe the stranger was right, maybe he just can’t see what everyone else does. Maybe–

“You still there?” The man comes back on the line.

“Yeah. I– Still here.” Eddie covers his face, embarrassed.

“My friend needs a ride and I’m the designated driver it seems. I gotta go, but I…” there’s a soft huff, Eddie can almost feel the warmth of the breath, “I’d like to chat again. I mean, uh, if you’d like to. I figure the tour could get lonely? But now that I say that I realize you have so much happening and so many people there and fans to meet and this is probably dumb and–”

“Hey now. I’m the one that’s supposed to be spiraling tonight. You can spiral the next time, okay?” Eddie chuckles.

“Next time?” The hopeful sound of the man’s voice was all Eddie needed.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Eddie coos. “Next time.”

“I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Eddie.”

“Can’t wait. I’ll talk to you soon, Eddie.”

The line dies before Eddie can make a bigger fool of himself.

There’s a ruckus outside and he jumps as the rest of the band topple into the van.

“Are we sleeping in the parking lot tonight, fellas?” Eddie asks.

They all grumble. —

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