We were clear that I wasn't going to pursue you. ( which is probably a weird agreement to seal with a blowjob that made him feel like he was floating, but who was in their right mind the night before.
they do sound like a bickering married couple, actually. it's annoying that house is right. eddie thinks it as a hand needlessly brushes up against his ass within the folds of the blanket he's wrapped in.
[He opens his mouth to try for calm; for reasonable. Instead, he snaps: ] Eddie.
[A warning. He's not even sure why; why he's jealous, like he's 18 all over again watching Joyce get with Lonnie Byers while Jim shipped off to Vietnam. It's stupid. He's - ] I'm too goddamn old for this. [It's under his breath. ]
[ It's making House's entire day, is what it is. He's not even mad that he's out here driving an open air golf cart through a freezing forest rather than snuggled up in bed with two hotties. ]
Oh, you two! [ He rolls his eyes, comedically exasperated, and grins. ] The key to a successful marriage is compromise. You just have to learn to compromise about how much dick is allowed down Eddie's throat -- hang on!
[ They've reached the turn for Hopper's cabin; House swings the golf cart around to the right, crunching over dead branches and frosted earth. ]
We’re divorced, so I wasn’t stepping out. ( if house isn’t going to give up the marriage bit, eddie is going to play into it. ) The goodbye blowjob was the compromise.
So I can blow, fuck, or trade spit with who ever I want. I don’t have a husband or a Daddy. ( then again, he’d probably do the same thing even if he did. his own personal moral code doesn’t preclude it and eddie’s always been terrible with rules he thinks are stupid or arbitrary.
he lets a huff out at being talked over, feels like a some young bride or little kid overshadowed by the men talking, is focused on that so he doesn’t hold on or brace well at all and ends up leaning back into houses’s chest with his ass in hopper’s lap when the cart finally comes to a stop. he grins in at house, like a mischievous little puppy, as soon as the idea flashes through his mind.
he can make out with who he wants. ) Hey, I didn’t get to say hello properly earlier.
( he means in for that quick, cheeky little display of a good morning kiss. )
[He's mortified. He's going to combust on the spot. He's in a cold sweat, he's going to lose his goddamn mind. He doesn't even really think about it; he sort of just reaches out to haul Eddie by the blanket, hand grasping the back of his neck in the closest thing to a scruff he can manage. He hauls him back, and then out of the cart. He hauls him straight up to the cabin, pauses, says: ]
I got some kind of tea on the stove and some meat if you're still hungry. [To House.
To Eddie, he says: ] Now is not the goddamn time to test my patience, Eddie. Get inside.
[ The kiss might be quick, but House is prepared to go for it. He leans in for as long as he's got, parting with a big hearty snack of his lips, showing off for Hopper. Who provides exactly the kind of response he'd expected -- though House is surprised to get an invite inside, when he'd been expecting to be told to fuck kindly off.
While they get themselves together, House kills the cart's engine and climbs out, fetching his cane from a handy clip on the side intended for golf clubs. He makes his way towards the cabin in Hopper and Eddie's wake. He's not particularly hungry but he's also not going to turn down free food when it's offered, not to mention a chance to meddle further in this unfolding drama. ]
Home sweet shack! [ He follows the two of them inside, still talking. ] If you want your child bride's pretty toes to stay on, Hopper, you're going to need to find him some clothes. Not to mention other equally pretty body parts.
( the kiss is nice, though dramatic. not like the kisses from the night before which were a little more desperate on eddie's end, a little more sultry after some alcohol and whatever else was in the food. he likes kissing house, actually, has kissed him more times than he's kissed hopper. actually, now that he's thinking about it, he kissed house first.
eddie groans as he's scruffed, pulled by the back of his neck. it shouldn't do things to him, shouldn't do things to him in front of house, but eddie knows the audience pings a part of his brain that gets hot for it. he groans. ) Just admit you're jealous!
( he would make a run for it, he would, but his feet are freezing on the near-frozen ground and he wants to get inside. probably to the surprise of everyone in the small shack, he doesn't try to twist away from hopper when inside. ) Clothes would be great, yeah, or leave me by the fire to defrost a bit after I take a leak.
I won't run. ( but he wants to actually take a leak and also brush his teeth; hopper dragged him out of bed and he hasn't done either, still has last night's festivities on his tongue. )
[He nods, vaguely left. ] Bathrooms down there, next to the guest room. Go further back after that and take whatever you want from my clothes.
[Some of it won’t fit, but there’s something close to socks, shirts, layers. While he’s gone, he lights the inside fire, shoves a pot of water over the hearth and sits his ass down at one of the little stools he’s been using mostly outside. There’s a bigger chair close to the fire, for House, seemingly stripped down to be re-upholstered.
When it’s just the two of them, he sighs, says, defeated:] I’m losing my mind. Gotta be. Pass me some of that cheese.
[ House helps himself to the better chair, used to making his way around the little cabin by now, and sets his cane down on the floor. If there's something nearby -- hearthstone, crate -- he'll put his feet up on it. He investigates the remnants of his breakfast sandwich, takes out a chunk of cheese and tosses it in Hopper's direction. ]
Exactly. I’m going insane. It’s the only explanation.
[He sounds utterly resigned to the fact. Chews the cheese like he’s already accepted his fate. ] I wasn’t - [He starts, but it’s a lie. House knows it’s a lie. Jim knows it’s a lie. Eddie, wherever he is in the cabin, knows it’s a filthy lie.
He wets his lips. Starts again. ] I don’t know why I’m jealous. [He’s lowered his voice a touch. ] I don’t know why I can’t let whatever the hell this is go?
[He’s not sure he wants advice; not sure he should even ask. Still, he continues: ] I thought - he and Billy, they’re my responsibility because I’m the only other person they have from home. I should be looking out for them. Keeping them out of trouble. I shouldn’t be letting them - act. This way. I sure as hell shouldn’t be instigating it, they’re just kids.
[ As much as House doesn't want to give Hopper relationship advice, he's also been going cold turkey on his soap operas for the last six months and he's desperate for any form of entertainment he can get. So he leans back in his chair and chews thoughtfully on the dark sour bread from the boarding house kitchen. ]
Sure, telling kids what they can and can't do always works out great. Especially when they're a pack of little rascals like yours. It's not a matter of "letting" them do anything. They're going to do what they want. All you can do is.. [ He pauses, shrugs. ] Try to enjoy it a little?
It's not that simple. [He wishes it were that simple, really. He wishes it were that easy. ]
I went to high school with Eddie's dad. I saw him - I saw him as a kid, some Thanks Giving's. [There's a boundary, he means, that he shouldn't be crossing. Shouldn't have crossed. ] They wouldn't look twice, back home. I can't make it make sense.
[ In some ways, Jim has a point, and House is somewhat sympathetic to it. But that doesn't mean he's not going to roll his eyes over it. ]
Don't be an idiot, Jim. Sex doesn't make sense. When you're getting laid, you don't do your thinking with your big brain. Besides, I think Eddie is capable of making his own decisions. Isn't that right, Eddie?
[ He tips his head back in the chair so he can peer back over it towards the bedroom, where he's pretty sure they're being overheard. ]
cw: ref to additudes toward homosexuality in the 80s
( eddie’s been listening for a while, leaning against the wall in the bedroom by the doorway. he’s brushed his teeth with jim’s toothbrush, taken that leak and layered enough of jim’s shirts to make up for that there was no hope of making any of his pants work on top of the underwear he’s finally wearing to keep his junk warm.
he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )
[The twist of his mouth is pathetic. He's aware of this, can't sum up the energy to keep his face neutral. House makes it sound so easy; Eddie makes it sound so easy. Like Jim isn't tearing up his own inside over it, like he hasn't been laying awake night after night thinking about his sins. He slips his hands over his face, leans forward into his knees for a long beat. ]
Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
( eddie watches jim's face for a moment, looks at his hand with sudden suspicion that he can't quite keep off his face. the mask of ease and confidence slips, for a moment, before it's back and he's taking jim's hand.
there are things he wants to say but house is here so he doesn't. instead he slides into jim's lap, legs thrown over his thighs. the physical part of it is easier. sex is easy, no need to think about it just like house said.
he lets go of jim's hand, brings both to cup his jaw and leans in close so his breath ghosts over jim's lips but he's not the one that has to make the move here. he's not going to do it first after all that, is selfish enough to make jim do it. ) I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either.
[His forehead knocks against Eddie's. The problem - the real problem - with Jim, is that he's never been great with impulse control. He's never been restrained, really. Even in 'Nam, even after. He's always been chasing what he wants, always been a little selfish. When he opens his eyes, he meets House's, holds his gaze just long enough to make his choice.
In the end, it's surprisingly easy. Everything, really, is a consequence of circumstance. If he reaches really hard for an excuse, Eddie needs him. He reaches harder for the truth, he likes being wanted. He likes that Eddie came to him, trusted him, let Jim look after him. If he looks deeper than that, he just wants. He's allowed to want, isn't he? He's allowed to feel.
A hand slips to Eddie's ass, palming the curve of it, pulling Eddie closer. When he tilts his chin back up, he breaks his gaze with House; he catches Eddie's mouth with his own and kisses sweet, first. Not chaste; he chases it with his tongue, fingers linked with Eddie's, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. When he breaks, he murmurs between them, like a disappointed sigh: ] Sure. I was jealous.
[He glances to House again, wets his lips. ] That's what you wanted though, right?
( the kiss is too sweet for an audience, but eddie leans into it and parts his lips so his tongue meet's hopper's and coaxes him into his mouth. the hold on his ass has him rocking forward, he slides his hands down to jim's shoulders and fists the fabric of his shirt.
after the sweet kiss, the disappointed sigh earns a frown from him and he's about to bite back -- I didn't this time! -- when he catches that look, that little shift as jim catches house's gaze. eddie's too damn curious, wants to know where it leads. where ever it is, house is staying for it.
eddie licks his lips, sits back in jim's lap and grins, like he used to when jim's patrol car pulled up wherever he was definitely just hanging out, definitely not waiting for a deal. ) A little. What are you gonna do? Spank me for it?
( that won't be much of a good show, not interactive for the three of them. )
[ It's a shame that House hadn't thought to bring any popcorn. He makes do with the last of his cheese sandwich, watching with patient interest as Eddie sashays into the room and makes his claim on Hopper's lap known, as if this is just the next part of the show he's been expecting to see. His gaze latches onto Hopper's when that glance is skidded over at him, eyebrows lifting a thoughtful centimeter or two, somewhere between are you sure and hurry up before you have a heart attack.
The kiss is hungry and wanting; the big broad hand on Eddie's ass even more so. House crosses one leg over the other, returning Jim's second glance with a bland, innocent expression. Who, me? ]
Well, someone should spank something. [ Since his opinion is clearly something everyone wants. ] Otherwise what am I supposed to do with this erection?
[This is how easy it is for Jim to shed his skin: he tilts his head at Eddie, purses his mouth in such a fake, understanding way and nods. He says: ] You just wanted attention. It's not your fault.
[Then House is speaking, and Jim's a new creature. He's something else entirely when he leans back, looking at House over his shoulder, and says: ] It's my fault, you know? I haven't been stern enough with him. He doesn't know any better.
[He withdraws his hands, nods towards House. ] You want to take care of him? Get yourself warmed up?
( eddie glances over his shoulder at house, then back at jim like he's not quite sure what to do with the new mask he's wearing. it's rougher, reminds him more of that day in the boarding house when jim had taken things into his own hands.
he licks his lips, knows he's flushed down his neck. the moment where they're talking about him like he's not there has his cock twitching, springing to attention underneath the layers of jim's clothes. fuck. ) Get myself--?
( it takes a moment, like he's slow on the uptake and not playing the part. he looks over his shoulder at house again and nods. ) Yeah. I wanna show off.
( and he will, if jim let's him. will crawl out of his lap to the floor, to crawl toward house and push his legs open so he can kneel between them line the night before, will work his erection from its confines while watching him doe-eyed until he gets a hand on him, gets his mouth wrapped around his cockhead only to tease with kittenish licks of his tongue and not press down until he's forced but will moan like a bitch in heat as he does it. )
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they do sound like a bickering married couple, actually. it's annoying that house is right. eddie thinks it as a hand needlessly brushes up against his ass within the folds of the blanket he's wrapped in.
he shoots back at house-- ) I'm not spoken for.
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[A warning. He's not even sure why; why he's jealous, like he's 18 all over again watching Joyce get with Lonnie Byers while Jim shipped off to Vietnam. It's stupid. He's - ] I'm too goddamn old for this. [It's under his breath. ]
It's complicated.
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Oh, you two! [ He rolls his eyes, comedically exasperated, and grins. ] The key to a successful marriage is compromise. You just have to learn to compromise about how much dick is allowed down Eddie's throat -- hang on!
[ They've reached the turn for Hopper's cabin; House swings the golf cart around to the right, crunching over dead branches and frosted earth. ]
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So I can blow, fuck, or trade spit with who ever I want. I don’t have a husband or a Daddy. ( then again, he’d probably do the same thing even if he did. his own personal moral code doesn’t preclude it and eddie’s always been terrible with rules he thinks are stupid or arbitrary.
he lets a huff out at being talked over, feels like a some young bride or little kid overshadowed by the men talking, is focused on that so he doesn’t hold on or brace well at all and ends up leaning back into houses’s chest with his ass in hopper’s lap when the cart finally comes to a stop. he grins in at house, like a mischievous little puppy, as soon as the idea flashes through his mind.
he can make out with who he wants. ) Hey, I didn’t get to say hello properly earlier.
( he means in for that quick, cheeky little display of a good morning kiss. )
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I got some kind of tea on the stove and some meat if you're still hungry. [To House.
To Eddie, he says: ] Now is not the goddamn time to test my patience, Eddie. Get inside.
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While they get themselves together, House kills the cart's engine and climbs out, fetching his cane from a handy clip on the side intended for golf clubs. He makes his way towards the cabin in Hopper and Eddie's wake. He's not particularly hungry but he's also not going to turn down free food when it's offered, not to mention a chance to meddle further in this unfolding drama. ]
Home sweet shack! [ He follows the two of them inside, still talking. ] If you want your child bride's pretty toes to stay on, Hopper, you're going to need to find him some clothes. Not to mention other equally pretty body parts.
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eddie groans as he's scruffed, pulled by the back of his neck. it shouldn't do things to him, shouldn't do things to him in front of house, but eddie knows the audience pings a part of his brain that gets hot for it. he groans. ) Just admit you're jealous!
( he would make a run for it, he would, but his feet are freezing on the near-frozen ground and he wants to get inside. probably to the surprise of everyone in the small shack, he doesn't try to twist away from hopper when inside. ) Clothes would be great, yeah, or leave me by the fire to defrost a bit after I take a leak.
I won't run. ( but he wants to actually take a leak and also brush his teeth; hopper dragged him out of bed and he hasn't done either, still has last night's festivities on his tongue. )
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[Some of it won’t fit, but there’s something close to socks, shirts, layers. While he’s gone, he lights the inside fire, shoves a pot of water over the hearth and sits his ass down at one of the little stools he’s been using mostly outside. There’s a bigger chair close to the fire, for House, seemingly stripped down to be re-upholstered.
When it’s just the two of them, he sighs, says, defeated:] I’m losing my mind. Gotta be. Pass me some of that cheese.
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[ House helps himself to the better chair, used to making his way around the little cabin by now, and sets his cane down on the floor. If there's something nearby -- hearthstone, crate -- he'll put his feet up on it. He investigates the remnants of his breakfast sandwich, takes out a chunk of cheese and tosses it in Hopper's direction. ]
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[He sounds utterly resigned to the fact. Chews the cheese like he’s already accepted his fate. ] I wasn’t - [He starts, but it’s a lie. House knows it’s a lie. Jim knows it’s a lie. Eddie, wherever he is in the cabin, knows it’s a filthy lie.
He wets his lips. Starts again. ] I don’t know why I’m jealous. [He’s lowered his voice a touch. ] I don’t know why I can’t let whatever the hell this is go?
[He’s not sure he wants advice; not sure he should even ask. Still, he continues: ] I thought - he and Billy, they’re my responsibility because I’m the only other person they have from home. I should be looking out for them. Keeping them out of trouble. I shouldn’t be letting them - act. This way. I sure as hell shouldn’t be instigating it, they’re just kids.
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Sure, telling kids what they can and can't do always works out great. Especially when they're a pack of little rascals like yours. It's not a matter of "letting" them do anything. They're going to do what they want. All you can do is.. [ He pauses, shrugs. ] Try to enjoy it a little?
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I went to high school with Eddie's dad. I saw him - I saw him as a kid, some Thanks Giving's. [There's a boundary, he means, that he shouldn't be crossing. Shouldn't have crossed. ] They wouldn't look twice, back home. I can't make it make sense.
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Don't be an idiot, Jim. Sex doesn't make sense. When you're getting laid, you don't do your thinking with your big brain. Besides, I think Eddie is capable of making his own decisions. Isn't that right, Eddie?
[ He tips his head back in the chair so he can peer back over it towards the bedroom, where he's pretty sure they're being overheard. ]
cw: ref to additudes toward homosexuality in the 80s
he’s got his arms crossed as he rounds the corner, caught like a naughty child, but watching jim curiously. he makes his way over, knocks house’s arm off of the armchair’s if he’s resting it there and perches, doesn't slip into his lap because he thinks that'll hit the same nerve as before and he's not feeling like going for the gut anymore. ) I did. Look. But I was smart enough to know the price of getting caught looking once or twice in church-going Hawkins, Indiana when people are dying for that.
( eddie couldn't scrape his way out of high school but he's not that much of a goddamn idiot; he didn't actually have a death-wish. )
I’m not a kid who can’t make his own choices, either, Hop. ( he wishes it didn’t take house saying it to make that clear. ) So are we going to do anything about it or should I proposition House with more than a blowjob for a ride back to my own bed?
( jim hopper is having a crisis but eddie's tired and he can't do this song and dance again if it's going to end in another 'we can't do this again, eddie.' he doesn't need a daddy that takes a page out of the al munson playbook and shows up when has finally, finally recovered from the last bait-and-switch. )
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Don't. [This comes first, then he straightens, let's a soft, defeated sigh. ] Just - just come here. [His thighs go a little flatter, wider. He holds out a hand, glances briefly to House, like -
Like it'll give him reassurance. ]
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there are things he wants to say but house is here so he doesn't. instead he slides into jim's lap, legs thrown over his thighs. the physical part of it is easier. sex is easy, no need to think about it just like house said.
he lets go of jim's hand, brings both to cup his jaw and leans in close so his breath ghosts over jim's lips but he's not the one that has to make the move here. he's not going to do it first after all that, is selfish enough to make jim do it. ) I don't know what the fuck I'm doing either.
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In the end, it's surprisingly easy. Everything, really, is a consequence of circumstance. If he reaches really hard for an excuse, Eddie needs him. He reaches harder for the truth, he likes being wanted. He likes that Eddie came to him, trusted him, let Jim look after him. If he looks deeper than that, he just wants. He's allowed to want, isn't he? He's allowed to feel.
A hand slips to Eddie's ass, palming the curve of it, pulling Eddie closer. When he tilts his chin back up, he breaks his gaze with House; he catches Eddie's mouth with his own and kisses sweet, first. Not chaste; he chases it with his tongue, fingers linked with Eddie's, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. When he breaks, he murmurs between them, like a disappointed sigh: ] Sure. I was jealous.
[He glances to House again, wets his lips. ] That's what you wanted though, right?
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after the sweet kiss, the disappointed sigh earns a frown from him and he's about to bite back -- I didn't this time! -- when he catches that look, that little shift as jim catches house's gaze. eddie's too damn curious, wants to know where it leads. where ever it is, house is staying for it.
eddie licks his lips, sits back in jim's lap and grins, like he used to when jim's patrol car pulled up wherever he was definitely just hanging out, definitely not waiting for a deal. ) A little. What are you gonna do? Spank me for it?
( that won't be much of a good show, not interactive for the three of them. )
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The kiss is hungry and wanting; the big broad hand on Eddie's ass even more so. House crosses one leg over the other, returning Jim's second glance with a bland, innocent expression. Who, me? ]
Well, someone should spank something. [ Since his opinion is clearly something everyone wants. ] Otherwise what am I supposed to do with this erection?
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[Then House is speaking, and Jim's a new creature. He's something else entirely when he leans back, looking at House over his shoulder, and says: ] It's my fault, you know? I haven't been stern enough with him. He doesn't know any better.
[He withdraws his hands, nods towards House. ] You want to take care of him? Get yourself warmed up?
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he licks his lips, knows he's flushed down his neck. the moment where they're talking about him like he's not there has his cock twitching, springing to attention underneath the layers of jim's clothes. fuck. ) Get myself--?
( it takes a moment, like he's slow on the uptake and not playing the part. he looks over his shoulder at house again and nods. ) Yeah. I wanna show off.
( and he will, if jim let's him. will crawl out of his lap to the floor, to crawl toward house and push his legs open so he can kneel between them line the night before, will work his erection from its confines while watching him doe-eyed until he gets a hand on him, gets his mouth wrapped around his cockhead only to tease with kittenish licks of his tongue and not press down until he's forced but will moan like a bitch in heat as he does it. )