There's a splash as a couple more beers hit the water, but Eddie's got no interest in moving from where he is. Billy is a hundred times more intoxicating than any liquor he can get his hands on, and beer doesn't manhandle him or kiss his throat the way he likes either.
Steve approaches the diving board (it's bad enough that he has a pool, but a diving board, too?) and he finally tears his gaze away from Billy long enough to ogle him and his stupid swim team approved bathing suit. Goddamn. The eye candy alone is enough to convince him to get out in the sunshine more often.
He hits the water and Eddie's attention goes back to Billy for just long enough that Steve swimming up from behind him to grab his waist makes him yelp.
"Dick," he grumbles, but he can't be too mad. Lo and behold, Billy provides even more eye candy for him to take in as he runs his fingers through Steve's chest hair. Screw the beer, what he really wants is attention. Evidently, so does Billy.
The beers go careening even further away as Billy sends waves through the entire pool with his cannonball, and Eddie ends up drenched again in the process.
"Jesus Christ, Billy!" He's sputtering, scrunching his nose up to try and get the water out of it as he paws at Steve. Hold me, dammit. "Fucking -- people trust you to save them? They pay you for this?"
Steve isn’t even surprised. He’d roll his eyes but Eddie’s having a water-based crisis.
“What an asshole.”
He says it fondly, though, or as fondly as he can get with Billy. With Eddie it’s easy to know where he stands and what might happen and what Eddie might say or do. When it comes to Billy, Steve’s still not even sure why Billy gives him the time of day or if he’s about to get punched in the mouth or kissed. Which is sort of exciting, sure, but it’s exhausting, too. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy having Billy wanting to kiss him or touch him or parade around his pool in short swim trunks. Just that mostly Billy’s an asshole and Steve hates that he likes it so much.
Holding on to Eddie, Steve swims them both the short distance to the edge. It’s partly for Eddie to have something solid to hold besides muscular jocks while he reorients himself and partly so he can press up against Eddie against the wall of the pool.
“We all know he only got the job so all the horny moms would pay to bring their brats to the pool every day.”
"I'm the best fucking lifeguard they've ever had, asshole," he says, circling the other two boys like a shark as he swims around.
Yeah, he knows Steve was a lifeguard there before. And he meant what he said. It's a shame he didn't do it again this year, though, Billy could use some more eye candy at the pool to distract him from the job he's supposed to be doing.
He collects the floating beer cans in one arm before swimming over to the other two and passing them around, "See? I'm a nice guy."
As if he's not the reason they were floating away to begin with.
As enjoyable as it is to be held by both Billy and Steve - especially when they're soaking wet and nearly naked - Eddie's admittedly relieved to rest against the side of the pool, his back against the tiles.
"Are there really that many horny moms out prowling at the Hawkins pool?" If anyone would know, it's these two, he's sure. Moms don't tend to like Eddie very much, horny or otherwise. Something about the hair and the tattoos and the music and the drugs just doesn't sit well with them. Their loss, but then again, who's the one who managed to bag the two hot lifeguards?
He can't help but snort and laugh at the remark as Billy hands them a beer each, shaking his head.
"Yeah, Bill, you're a real sweetheart. I'm surprised you even have the time to hang out with us degenerates between volunteering at soup kitchens and helping little old ladies cross the street." Cracking the beer open, Eddie takes another long sip before setting it by the side of the pool and throwing an arm around Steve's shoulders.
"See, this is why I'm self-employed. I can be a real dick if I wanna be."
Steve probably would’ve has the job as a lifeguard if Billy hadn’t taken his spot and forced him to go to stupid Scoops Ahoy. The tips had been great but it had murdered anything left of his reputation.
“Have you seen the men these poor women are married to? Of course they’re horny.”
Taking a beer, Steve snorts a bit before taking a drink.
“Pretty sure it’s impossible for you to be an ass, Eds. It’s refreshing.”
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Steve approaches the diving board (it's bad enough that he has a pool, but a diving board, too?) and he finally tears his gaze away from Billy long enough to ogle him and his stupid swim team approved bathing suit. Goddamn. The eye candy alone is enough to convince him to get out in the sunshine more often.
He hits the water and Eddie's attention goes back to Billy for just long enough that Steve swimming up from behind him to grab his waist makes him yelp.
"Dick," he grumbles, but he can't be too mad. Lo and behold, Billy provides even more eye candy for him to take in as he runs his fingers through Steve's chest hair. Screw the beer, what he really wants is attention. Evidently, so does Billy.
The beers go careening even further away as Billy sends waves through the entire pool with his cannonball, and Eddie ends up drenched again in the process.
"Jesus Christ, Billy!" He's sputtering, scrunching his nose up to try and get the water out of it as he paws at Steve. Hold me, dammit. "Fucking -- people trust you to save them? They pay you for this?"
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“What an asshole.”
He says it fondly, though, or as fondly as he can get with Billy. With Eddie it’s easy to know where he stands and what might happen and what Eddie might say or do. When it comes to Billy, Steve’s still not even sure why Billy gives him the time of day or if he’s about to get punched in the mouth or kissed. Which is sort of exciting, sure, but it’s exhausting, too. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy having Billy wanting to kiss him or touch him or parade around his pool in short swim trunks. Just that mostly Billy’s an asshole and Steve hates that he likes it so much.
Holding on to Eddie, Steve swims them both the short distance to the edge. It’s partly for Eddie to have something solid to hold besides muscular jocks while he reorients himself and partly so he can press up against Eddie against the wall of the pool.
“We all know he only got the job so all the horny moms would pay to bring their brats to the pool every day.”
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Yeah, he knows Steve was a lifeguard there before. And he meant what he said. It's a shame he didn't do it again this year, though, Billy could use some more eye candy at the pool to distract him from the job he's supposed to be doing.
He collects the floating beer cans in one arm before swimming over to the other two and passing them around, "See? I'm a nice guy."
As if he's not the reason they were floating away to begin with.
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"Are there really that many horny moms out prowling at the Hawkins pool?" If anyone would know, it's these two, he's sure. Moms don't tend to like Eddie very much, horny or otherwise. Something about the hair and the tattoos and the music and the drugs just doesn't sit well with them. Their loss, but then again, who's the one who managed to bag the two hot lifeguards?
He can't help but snort and laugh at the remark as Billy hands them a beer each, shaking his head.
"Yeah, Bill, you're a real sweetheart. I'm surprised you even have the time to hang out with us degenerates between volunteering at soup kitchens and helping little old ladies cross the street." Cracking the beer open, Eddie takes another long sip before setting it by the side of the pool and throwing an arm around Steve's shoulders.
"See, this is why I'm self-employed. I can be a real dick if I wanna be."
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“Have you seen the men these poor women are married to? Of course they’re horny.”
Taking a beer, Steve snorts a bit before taking a drink.
“Pretty sure it’s impossible for you to be an ass, Eds. It’s refreshing.”