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Assistant: Title: Teenage Dirtbag
        Author: poppy5991 poppy5991 
        Chapter: 2/7 
        Summary: Either all the after school specials are true and the weed has finally gone to his head or Eddie just hooked up with the prettiest, most unobtainable boy in eighty square miles. In a canoe, no less. Eddie looks to his left.Nope. Steve Harrington is still there, having neither vanished into thin air or thrown Eddie into the lake. Which feels improbable, but nonetheless there is he is, shiny hair and cute moles and cheeky grin and all. What the f@ck.
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          🎶 And oh how she rocks in keds and tube socksBut she doesn’t know who I amAnd she doesn’t give a d@mn about meCause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby 🎶
            
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    Eddie assumes that it might be a little weird between them after they hookup. At least on Steve’s end. Eddie can imagine that spontaneously getting with another dude in a canoe at summer camp could really…you know, freak out a straight guy. No matter how adventurous you were feeling when you decided to check an experience off your bucket list. Steve had been nice, but slightly awkward and a little dazed when they parted ways last night.  So yeah, he figures that Steve will probably avoid him and maybe be a little curt.  Steve, always the surprise apparently, does not do any of those things. The next morning he greets Eddie before anyone else (barring Robin who he showed up with) and kind of hovers near him while they allocate the children to their daily activities. He’s talkative, chatty even. He keeps making jokes and laughs at Eddie’s responses, dimples showing when he smiles.  Eddie is a little thrown off course here because he was not prepared for this outcome.  Tommy Hagan appears both hungover and appalled that Steve and Eddie have become so friendly overnight.  Robin keeps looking at Steve the same way she looks at her campers when they get carried away and she’s concerned they’ll trip on a rock. Oh f@ck, she knows. She definitely knows. The fact that Steve immediately ran and told his best friend is interesting. It probably means that Steve isn’t going to have a freak out over the whole thing.  If Eddie thinks too closely about the whole thing, it almost seems like Steve is trying to flirt with him. Like their lovely escapade in the canoe has Steve considering whether he’s less straight than he thought.  But that feels an audacious and overly hopeful conclusion to come to about Steve Harrington. Who is both blindingly beautiful and until yesterday, absolutely off the table levels of unattainable. Even in Eddie’s wildest fantasies.  No.  Eddie can’t get carried away just because Steve is being friendly. Maybe he’s just trying to prove again that he’s not homophobic by not avoiding Eddie after they hooked up. See? Totally cool. We experimented and I didn’t make it weird. That’s probably what Steve is thinking. Or maybe he just tries to be extra nice to people he’s slept with because he’s a nice guy and doesn’t want anyone to feel used. Yeah, both those theories sound plausible. And the alternative sounds outlandish.  
  Unless…
 No, Eddie isn’t going to do this. He’s not going to develop a crush on a pretty straight boy who just wanted to try it out for a go. No matter how fluffy Steve’s hair looks in the morning sunlight. The road to hell is paved with exactly whatever products Steve uses for his stupid, beautiful hair. And Eddie is not walking down that road. He will accept that he was briefly blessed to be Steve’s momentary experiment. He’ll be friendly and won’t make it weird. He won’t stare at Steve’s ass when he bends over. Ok, that last one was always going to fail. But he won’t develop a stupid, one-sided crush on Steve Harrington.  No matter how cute his moles are.  ~ Eddie really confidently went into the day thinking he could ward himself against any silly feelings, but Steve Harrington himself seems hellbent on f@ck@ng up Eddie’s well-intentioned plans.  He leans into Eddie at breakfast while the children munch on pancakes and hands Eddie a cereal bar that he secretly snagged while the Munchkins were distracted. It’s the kind that Eddie likes and can never manage to acquire after the campers raid the breakfast bar and grab all the good stuff. The Lucky Charms one. Robin comments that Steve didn’t grab her any snacks and Steve kicks her under the table.  Steve ends up playing basketball with some of the boys after breakfast and unfortunately Eddie is at a picnic table nearby with some of the girls, vaguely supervising while they make friendship bracelets. Which means he has a prime view of Steve’s thighs and the slip of skin on his stomach when his shirt rides up. Steve is wearing white keds and tube socks that reach just below his knees. Now Eddie is having flashbacks to years of sitting on the gym bleachers and staring at Steve’s legs during dodgeball games.  Dustin refuses to play and decides to hang around Eddie instead. So when they break for water, Steve wanders over to their table.  “Eddie, Steve says he won’t save me from drowning because I make fun of him too much. He’s withholding his lifeguard skills.” Steve rolls his eyes and Eddie snorts. “What did you do, Henderson?” “So can you save me instead if I drown?” “Sure, of course.” “Thank you! Finally a responsible adult.” “It’s five dollars up front,” Eddie says, extending a hand out for payment. The girls cackle.  “What?!” “Look at Steve’s hair. That’s expensive product. He doesn’t need your money. But I’m broke so five dollars per rescue.” “Wowwww,” Dustin complains.  “You think I’m here out of the goodness of my heart? No, I need money, Henderson. Oh and if you scratch or injure me while I drag you to shore, there is an upcharge to cover my medical expenses.” “For someone who is broke, you sure have a lot of tattoos,” Erica chimes in.  Eddie gapes at her betrayal dramatically.  “Applejack, I thought we were close. Why are you airing my business like this? More importantly, if you want to have a cool camp counselor with tattoos you gotta pay up to support the tattoo fund.” “Are you a cool camp counselor?” she asks coolly. “Well, you can put in a transfer to Steve’s cabins, but I hear he lets you drown so…” “That only applies to Dustin, don't worry,” Steve cuts in.  “I wouldn’t charge you for rescue, Applejack. You’re covered under the cabin plan,” Eddie tells her with a hand to his heart.  “Steve looks like a more reliable lifeguard, honestly.” “Oh, that’s it. You’ve pushed me to my limit. I’m killing off your character.” “NO!” she cries with fake horror. “She’s dead. She’s on the floor, no pulse. Make a new character sheet.” Erica sticks out her tongue at Eddie playfully. Eddie is lounging with his back to the table so he doesn’t realize right away that El and Max have climbed on top of it until El takes hold of his hair. “What are we doing?” “You said you would let us braid it!” “Uhhh last time it took me twenty minutes to untangle.” “She’s learning!” Max protests.  “Steve, would you like to adopt some of my campers? I seem to be under attack here.” Steve chuckles behind his hand, seemingly charmed by Eddie’s rapport with the girls. The boys on the basketball court are clearly ready to play again, but Steve keeps hovering around the picnic table.  “They’re ungrateful, right?” Steve says, “They could have Tommy.” “Thank you! That’s what I’m saying. You understand me,” Eddie replies.  “You’re my favorite counselor,” El says. “Thank you, Hopper…” he says hesitantly as she tangles his hair into a knot.  Steve conceals his laughter behind his hand so as not to offend El. ~ In the afternoon, their kids splash around in the lake and Eddie is assaulted with the view of Steve shirtless, rivulets of water running across his skin. Maybe Erica is right about his lack of reliability as a lifeguard. He’s a little distracted.  Steve’s swim trunks are slung ridiculously low on his hips, revealing where his tan line ends. Eddie wants to yank them down and leave a bite mark on the pale skin below his hip bone. Checking out Steve was less arduous before when he hadn’t yet had his mouth against Steve’s body. Now he has enough sensory information to make the fantasy feel realistic.  After tossing a plastic volleyball around with the boys for a while, Steve tires of the horseplay and wades over to where Eddie and Chrissy are chatting in the shade. Some of the tween girls who are lounging around on floats rearrange themselves to pose more dramatically. Eddie can’t conceal his amusement and one of them is so embarrassed at having been noticed crushing on Steve that she tumbles off her float into the water.  Eddie doesn’t understand why Steve chose to wander over here. He usually sticks to Robin or keeps a running commentary on whatever game is being played in the water. Chrissy, who has been informed of the liaison last night during a break, props her arm on Eddie’s shoulder, suddenly very interested.  “Hi Steve!” she says loudly.  Eddie flicks her in the thigh and she glares at him. Chrissy can’t really achieve an intimidation level higher than annoyed chipmunk so it doesn’t have the desired effect. She was way too excited when she found out. For all she knows, Steve is here to hit on her in her blue bikini. Maybe he’s making the rounds. Eddie doesn’t f@ck@ng know.  “Hey, how’s your migraine?” Steve asks. “Oh, it’s better!” she replies.  It’s at this moment that Max makes the decision to backflip off the deck into the water.  “Hey!” Eddie yells. “If you get sent home with a head injury, your brother is gonna come to my house and beat me up!” “He’ll probably thank you!” she calls back.  “Knock it off!” “I have full faith in your ability to kick Billy’s ass!” “No, you don’t! Never take up gambling, you have a terrible understanding of odds, Red!” “We believe in you!” some of the girls from the floats yell, laughing along. He points at them and says, “Don’t encourage this!” Chrissy makes a slashing motion across her throat to indicate that Eddie is a goner to the girls giggling in the lake.  “I can’t tell if they have a crush on him or they’re trying to get him killed,” Steve says to Chrissy. “Oh, it’s both,” she responds almost immediately.  Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at the turn things have taken.  “They have a crush on Steve.” “I think you’re in a solid second place,” Chrissy informs him.  It’s a running joke between the counselors how the campers fight among themselves about their unrequited crushes on the older teens.  “As long as I rank above Tommy.” “We all rank above Tommy,” Steve responds. Eddie shakes with laughter and Steve looks pleased.  Chrissy gets called over by one of the girls who asks for more sunblock and Steve shifts closer. “Did the tattoos hurt?” he asks, pressing his fingers to the ink on Eddie’s ribs.  Eddie’s heart rate spikes in response.  “Some of them,” he replies, “Are you trying to raise your ranking? Because I think Chrissy is in the lead.” “They’re cool, but I don’t think it would suit me,” Steve says. Eddie keeps his hands firmly planted on his hips, trying to resist the urge to touch Steve back.  “Was that the worst one?” Steve asks, sliding his hand down to point at the tattoo in the curve of Eddie’s hip. He’s still touching skin and his fingers leave a trail of heat that surges down to Eddie’s groin.  “No, ribs are worse,” he replies, reaching over to brush his hand against Steve’s ribs with the back of his hand. It’s hard to tell in the shade, but Eddie swears that Steve blushes. Then again it could just be the time spent in the sun. Eddie has an inexplicable urge to tuck Steve’s hair behind his ear. The moment feels very charged and Eddie thinks beyond all reason that maybe they are flirting.  Then Steve rests his elbow on Eddie’s shoulder in an imitation of Chrissy’s earlier gesture and leans forward to whisper in Eddie’s ear, cupping his hand over his mouth. Eddie reacts instinctively, placing his hand on the small of Steve’s back and Steve doesn’t pull away.  “Tommy and Carol are fighting. Can you tell? Robin and I could hear them yelling this morning when we passed their cabins.” This is where you would normally pull away after engaging in friendly gossip, but Steve stays in his space, giving Eddie a cheeky grin. He would only need to cross about three inches to lean forward and press his mouth to Steve’s.  “Aren’t they always fighting?” he jokes under his breath, tilting his head to make eye contact.  Tommy ruins whatever moment they’re having by stomping through the water past them toward the shore. Both he and Steve dissolve into laughter, trying not to make it obvious that they’re gossiping.  The moment only lasts a few seconds at most, but now all of Eddie’s morning resolutions are crumbling in the face of Steve Harrington’s smile. Oh, Gareth would have a field day with this one. ~ When the kids are rounded up for a hike the following day, the female counselors lead the way and the boys bring up the back. Honestly, Eddie is a little relieved to get a break from keeping all his minions from injuring themselves. All he has to do today is walk and make sure no stragglers fall behind. And that no one forgets to drink water.  Except maybe Tommy. He thinks that he, Steve and Andy might silently agree to leave him behind if he passes out from dehydration and claim they thought he was just behind them. It’s not like Murray will care, he only claims liability for the campers not the employees.  Eddie shades his eyes with his palm and looks up into the branches above. It’s a hot day and the sun is blaring down. He hopes that Chrissy remembers to reapply sunscreen in his absence. She has a terrible habit of burning her nose and ending up looking like Rudolph the Sunburned Reindeer. Thankfully, there’s a cooling breeze. But it also has the effect of ruffling Steve’s hair which in turn makes Eddie feel like a background character in a movie. Then he remembers that he had his hands tangled in that very hair a couple days ago and gets flustered all over again.  He keeps vacillating on whether Steve is actually flirting or not. In the moment, it feels very much like flirting. But then Eddie goes back to his cabin and reviews all the disastrous moments in his history where he thought straight guys might be flirting with him and decides that he’s coming to a stupid f@ck@ng conclusion. And sure Eddie has experience with s@x, but he’s never continued a relationship with anyone the morning after. Except for the brief and catastrophic thing with Simon.  Eddie always figured that dating wouldn’t happen for him until he saves up and moves to a more progressive city. So he’s feeling a little left-footed.  More importantly, Eddie gets the idea that Steve is just a flirt with everyone. It’s his personality. Eddie could well be misinterpreting general friendliness for attraction. He’s not going to ruin the lovely memory of Steve Harrington’s mouth by drawing a rejection out of it.  Even if they hooked up once, Steve is still gorgeous and popular and drives a sports car. And presumably straight. And Eddie is a nerd who plays guitar instead of sports and exists on the fringes of that social hierarchy. He’s not sure that Steve even knew who he was before they became coworkers this summer. Regardless of what Chrissy thinks, not everybody crosses those social lines as gracefully as she does. Even if they have recently graduated, the entire system doesn’t just dissolve.  Right. It’s just like nature, he should enjoy the view without pretending he’s going to move out into the woods permanently. Keep it realistic.  Eddie is so deep in his own thoughts that he’s managed to drone out Tommy’s complaining. He only realizes when Andy rolls his eyes and throws Eddie a long suffering look. It’s not clear why Tommy signed up for this job. He doesn’t seem to enjoy children or the outdoors or…well honestly, he’s not sure whether Tommy enjoys much of anything outside of antagonizing Steve and perhaps dating Carol.  Maybe he’s just stalking Steve.  Before Tommy can turn the tirade on Eddie or Steve can reconvene his strange friendliness campaign, Eddie walks ahead and starts a conversation with Will. He belongs to Chrissy’s group, but seemed to struggle a bit given that his friends were split into other cabins. Between DnD chats and teaching him to identify plants, Eddie has gotten him to warm up a little. Will’s even started keeping a notebook with sketches of plants and ideas for incorporating them into a campaign. He’s secretly Eddie’s favorite because he’s so similar to Jeff. Not that he’ll let Max find that out. They live in the same neighborhood and she’s determined to test how far his leniency with the rules will go.  They come to a lookout point and stop for a rest. Will jogs off to find his friends and Eddie returns to his coworkers.  “Ughh why did they schedule this on such a hot day?” Tommy whines.  He plops down on to a log and Eddie tries very hard not to laugh. Let him figure it out tomorrow.  But Steve moves to sit on the same log a minute later and Eddie unsuccessfully tries to stop him, grabbing his hand. “Don’t-” Steve is now sitting and Eddie is bent slightly, holding Steve’s fingers lightly between his own. It kind of looks like he’s about to bend down and kiss Steve’s hand. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise. Well f@ck.  “He already turned you down at spin the bottle, Munson. Are you trying to win him over or something?” Tommy sneers. That was A) not true and B)… “You’re sitting on poison oak,” Eddie informs them.  They both jump to their feet, Steve stumbling into Eddie and Tommy cursing as he tries to brush off his thighs. Andy tries to conceal a snort and doesn’t manage it.  He takes Steve by the arms. “We should probably take you back to the infirmary,” he says before turning and yelling, “Carol, come get your boyfriend!” “What?!” she yells back, but Eddie is already pulling Steve back down the trail.  They pause to pour water on the back of his thighs, Steve grimacing as he does so. He’s unusually quiet on the way back to camp compared to the last few days of his company.  When they reach the infirmary, Eddie sits on the rolling chair and Steve stays standing. The back of his legs are already reddish and small blisters have started to appear. Steve looks at the rash and grits his teeth. “You reacted to it really fast. You might be allergic,” Eddie tells him. “It usually takes at least four hours and that’s on the short side.” Eddie hands him a Benadryl and Steve dutifully swallows it. He looks a little defeated.  “We should put calamine on it,” Eddie says, then waves Steve off, adding, “I’ll do it. You won’t be able to reach.” “Right. Thanks,” Steve says, flushing and scrubbing a hand through his hair in embarrassment.  Eddie’s hands slide up the back and inside of Steve’s thighs and Eddie feels Steve’s breath hitch. He wonders whether it stems from discomfort or thrill.  He certainly hadn’t pictured this being how he got a chance to feel up Steve’s thighs again, but he’s not complaining. His thumb presses against the soft skin at the top of Steve’s inner thigh where stretch marks crisscross across the muscle and Steve twitches, shifting on his feet to rebalance. He does the same thing when Eddie’s hands skim up the back of his thighs near the edge of his shorts. Eddie does his best to keep a nonchalant and professional expression on his face. It’s just first aid. Steve is probably squirming because it itches.  When Eddie is done, he stands up and cleans the calamine off his hands. Steve puts his hands behind his head and it makes his shirt ride up. Eddie’s eyes flick to his stomach for a moment.  “At least one of us is qualified to be in the woods? I didn’t expect you to be so outdoorsy,” Steve says in a self-deprecating tone.  Eddie smiles and explains, “My uncle used to take me camping every year when I was growing up. He did search and rescue when he was in the military so I got all kinds of backcountry wilderness survival lessons from a dude who was really p@ss@d off that he had to keep pulling people out of ravines.” “That’s really cool,” Steve says. “I kinda think nature hates me so I’m glad at least you have expertise.” Eddie laughs and says, “If it makes you feel better, the woods hate Hagan more. You only touched it for a few seconds so it should heal in a couple days. He, however, is gonna have a rough f@ck@ng time.” For some reason, Eddie’s hands move of their volition to catch Steve’s hips, turning him slightly to peer over Steve’s shoulder at the rash on the back of his thighs.  “This is embarassing. Can you forget this happened?” Steve asks.  Realizing what he’s doing, Eddie lets go of Steve’s hips.  “I already forgot. I have a terrible memory,” he replies with a shrug. Steve grins. “Liar.” Eddie grins back.  “You should probably stay out of the lake until it heals up.” “Great. Now Dustin really will have to pay you five dollars.” “Ah, my evil plan comes to fruition,” Eddie jokes.  Carol and Tommy burst into the infirmary.  “Munson, what the f@ck am I supposed to put on this?” Tommy wails.  As predicted, the newly blistering rash on Tommy’s legs looks much worse.  “Sorry, one patient per medic,” Eddie says cheerfully, grabbing Steve’s shoulders again to push him out the door.  Carol rolls her eyes as they exit.  When they’re no longer in earshot, Steve asks, “If I hadn’t sat down on the log, were you even going to say anything?” “No,” Eddie says as though it should be obvious. Steve bursts into laughter.  
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Eddie: That was probably a one off hookupMeanwhile Steve “hopeless romantic” Harrington five minutes after deciding he’s bisexual: I want him, Robin.'
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