[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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[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. )