Eddie could barely hear the sound of the fireworks over the wet sounds of their lips meeting. They were making out on his bed, and they had been for hours, both more than happy to ignore how tired they were.
Steve pulled away first, laughing when Eddie tried to chase his mouth. He put a hand to his chest to hold him back, smiling ear to ear, Happy New Year.”
Eddie grinned back at him, still angling to press their lips back together, "Happy New Year."
And what a year it was, definitely in competition for the best year of Eddie’s life. Sure he had spent half of it in the hospital, and yeah he was making a lot of morally questionable career choices, but he was saving money and helping his uncle financially. And the small fact he had freaking Steve Harrington as a boyfriend. And in his bed. Who was letting him start kissing his pretty mouth again.
Eddie couldn’t think of a better way to ring in the New Year.
He didn't know how long they laid there together, lazily exploring each other. It wasn't until Steve started yawning into his mouth did Eddie decide it was about time to call it a night.
Steve crawled under the covers first, smiling when Eddie kissed his forehead before standing, "Where are you going?"
"Just gonna get some water sweetheart, you need anything?
“Water sounds good, but hurry. Or else I’ll miss you.”
Eddie snorted, way too amused at the line. God, he was corny. But that didn’t stop Eddie’s heart from skipping a beat. He was too fucking cute.
Cute enough for him to actually hurry. He was just stepping back into the hallway from the kitchen, two glasses of water in hand when the door slammed open. It was a miracle he didn’t spill it all over himself.
He could hear the sound of his uncle cursing, mumbling under his breath, “Gotta fix that damn door.”
Wayne was home, four hours earlier than he should have been, and Eddie was frozen in the hallway like a moron. He spotted Eddie the second he turned his head, of couse he did. Their house was the size of a match box, and the sight of him stopped Wayne in his tracks.
Shit.
There he was, with two glasses of water in his hands, in only his underwear, hair a mess.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
They stared at each other, neither of them sure on what to say next. Eddie swallowed, suddenly feeling very ill.
"You're home early," He tried, like that was going to make a difference. Wayne nodded, eyebrow raised as he looked him up and down.
Eddie’s mind was racing for some kind of explanation. Maybe he could try and play it off as a new girlfriend-
"Go get dressed and get Steve,” Wayne sighed, “It's time we all had a talk."
Well so much for that.
That’s how the two of them found themselves huddled on the couch together, eyes trained on the floor while Wayne stared them down. Eddie was clutching at Steve’s hand, aware that now probably wasn’t the best time for it. But he didn’t have a choice. It was the only thing that was stopping him from having a panic attack.
He didn’t know how this was gonna go, but he had a feeling that tears were going to be involved.
It’s not that he doubted that Wayne loved him, not after everything he’d done for him. He was ninety percent sure full disownment was off the table. And he knew Wayne loved Steve, maybe not as much as him, but he was probably a solid sixth or seventh place. Steve had been glued to his side for over a year now, but even before that Wayne knew him. The two of them had bonded plenty while Eddie was in a coma for three months.
And that wasn't including all of the sports games they were obsessed with watching together.
But that didn’t mean that he’d be okay with this. Did it?
Wayne finally broke the silence, expression unreadable, “How long has this been going on for?”
Eddie opened his mouth, cringing when no sound actually came out. But Steve was answering for him, voice shaky but determined, “We’ve only been together for a few months. But I’ve been in love with him for a lot longer.”
“Me too,” Eddie added, finally finding his voice, emboldened by Steve's honesty, “I…I love him more than anything Wayne.”
But just because he could talk didn't mean he could actually look at him. He was staring at the ground, too much of a coward to meet his eyes. But if he had, he would have seen them soften, his arms relaxing at his sides.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long exhale, “Christ, I knew this day was coming, I just didn’t think it would be so soon.”
Eddie looked up at him, a hopeful feeling blooming in his chest, "You did?"
The old man actually rolled his eyes at him, “Eds, do you think I’m an idiot? Or do you think the two of you are sneaky? Because either way, you’re wrong.”
"Of course, I knew. Eds you’re my boy. How could I not know? I've been preparing for this since last year. I just thought that you’d clue me in when you both finally got your shit together."
"You're not mad?" Steve asked. He sounded cautiously optimistic, eyes flitting between Eddie and Wayne.
"Steve, there's no one else on this earth that makes him as happy as you do. That's all that matters to me. But why didn’t you just tell me?"
“I was terrified of what could happen,” Eddie admitted, guilt replacing the anxiety in his stomach, “We both were. And I…I didn’t want to lose you.”
He startled a little when Wayne squatted down in front of him, instantly pulling him into a hug, "I want you to listen up and listen up good. There is nothing you can do that would make me stop caring about you, let alone stop loving you. I’m not going anywhere."
Eddie nodded against him, clutching at his shirt. He was a little bit in awe here. Yeah, he knew Wayne was a good person, obviously, but he was just so...awesome. Everything Eddie could ask for in a parent. How the hell had he ever been related to his dad?
Oh god, he was going to cry, his original prediction ringing true. He felt like a little kid again, back when Wayne was the only person in the world who made him feel like he was loved.
Wayne turned to look at Steve, “And that includes you too. When I say you can tell me anything, I mean you can tell me anything.”
They pulled back, Wayne giving Eddie a chance to wipe at his eyes before going on,
"But that's only me. You got that? The world ain’t kind and I need you both to be safe. Whatever you do under this roof, stays under this roof. While I am not here.”
He grimanced, eyes back on Steve, “And look here, I got nothing against your parents, but you especially need to be careful. Your dad…” he trailed off, “Your dad won’t be as accepting as me, understand?”
Steve nodded, fully aware of just how unaccepting his dad would be, “Understand.”
“All right then," He slapped his knees, standing up with the kind of old man groan that Eddie would make fun of him for, if he wasn't so choked up.
He looked between the both of them, hands on his hips in a certified exasperated dad stance, "Now you know I love you both right?”
Steve glanced at Eddie, squeezing his hand with a smile. They both looked up at him, simultaneous in their answer, “We love you too.”
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