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“You know, he reminds me of you when you were twelve.” Scott Clarke says as Eddie bandages his forehead.

“Well, then you’re probably the first adult to aplaud his curiosity not condem it.” Eddie laughs. He should feel offended conisidering how the teacher got in the ER, but instead his heart is warmed by the comparison.

Apparently, the student in question chose “mentos and coke” day to ignore the safety rules and do his own experiment. Instead of the small geyser, he dropped ten candies in and threw the bottle in the air; effectively, making a bottle rocket.

Though, Eddie did his fair share of risky science. Every time, Scott encouraged his chaos rather than punish it. There’s no doubt in his mind that the man hasn’t changed a bit. That kid is lucky to have him.

“You’re all patched up. Do you have someone who can stay with you tonight? You'll need to be on concussion watch.” Eddie says, tossing his gloves. “I’d offer the trailer but I’m on the nightshift.”

“Yeah, I can stay with my sister.” He replies, before tipping his head back in disbelief. “Wayne is going to rip me a new one, getting injured while he’s on a fishing trip.” Scott sighs, shaking his head. Eddie laughs, knowing all too well how pissed his uncle will be.

“Especially since you turned down his invite for this lesson.” Eddie shrugs. To be fair to Scoot though, he never in all the years he and Wayne have been together, he's never gone on a fishing trip during school. “I'm sure he'll understand.” Eddie says reassuringly.

“You and I both know that worry wort would leave his trip if he found out.” Scott turns a meaningful eye on Eddie over the rim of his glasses. “Which means he won't find out, right?”

“Relax. It's against policy for me to share medical information.” Eddie raises his hands in surrender. “Even if it's my uncle's boyfriend.”

“Darn right.” Scott laughs as he gets to his feet. “Let's hope the rest of your shift is this slow.”

Six hours later, Eddie's cursing Scott Clarke. He put a jinx on his shift, he's sure.

Three car accidents, five broken bones, and one heart attack. This day just keeps getting better and better. He's just taking a break when his coworker Chrissy pops in with a file.

“No.” He groans.

“Trust me, Eds. You're gonna want this one.” Chrissy said gleefully. Well color Eddie intrigued. Very rarely do they get interesting or fun cases on Monday nights. If Chris is handing it over, it must be something great.

“Alright fine, but I'm taking my break after, no questions.” Eddie snags the file, heading to the patient room.

Knocking on the patient’s door, he checks the folder. Steve Harrington. Huh, wonder what happened to him. Eddie thinks as he enters the room.

The first thing he notices is a tomato faced Robin Buckley standing with her back to the bed. Then he sees Steve hunched over his crotch, with a pillow and an ice pack.

“Munson?!” Steve groans. “Leave me here to die.” It's not an unusual reaction from old high school classmates, but Steve seemed above all that. Instead of acknowledging that reaction, Eddie looks at the chart.

“Prolonged erection.” He says, eyes darting between Robin and Steve. “Were you two…?” He trails off, unsure how to finish the sentence. The two cringe away from each other and Robin fake gags, so he can tell he missed the mark.

“No, gross. The dingus here took his dad's Viagra on a dare.” Robin says, glaring at Steve before turning her back again. “I was the only one who could drive him.” Eddie nods in understanding and checks Steve's vitals.

“Well, so long as nothing crazy is happening in your body, this problem is relatively easy to fix.” Eddie says, tightening the blood pressure cuff. “But it's pretty painful.” Steve gulps audibly as he watches Eddie's hands.

“Painful down there?” He whispers. Eddie rolls his eyes a little. This guy has regular casual sex, but can't say the word penis?

“How are you with blood?” He asks Robin. She pales and shakes her head, backing away slowly. “You might want to wait outside then.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” Robin exclaims dashing from the room.

“Okay, Steve. I'm going to go get the doctor and she's going to make sure everything looks fine. Just…don't take someone else's meds. Regardless of what they're for.” Eddie sighs. Steve raises a bitchy eyebrow in his direction.

“Weren't you a drug dealer?” He asks.

“And now I'm a nurse. Sit tight.” Eddie exits the room and finds the nearest doctor.

After going over the situation and Steve's vitals, they decide Eddie can handle this one on his own; but she'll be nearby if he needs assistance.

Great he's just going to drain the blood out of Steve Harrington's dick. Lucky me. He thinks. It's not like the guy’s dick is legend or anything. Not like Harrington's the reason he realized he was bi. Nope, not a problem.

Head held high, he walks back into Steve's room and freezes by the door. Steve's under the blanket at least, but the sounds and motion are unmistakable.

“You can't masturbate in the hospital.” Eddie says, but Steve doesn't stop. No shame on this guy. “How many times have you tried to solve your problem manually?” Eddie asks. Steve holds up three fingers. “And has it worked yet?” At this, Steve pouts, shaking his head. “Exactly. Hands off.” Steve does as asked, but seems to pout harder. Somehow.

“I just want to go home. Drown my embarrassment with booze.” Steve grunts, wiping the saliva off his palm.

“Trust me, Harrington. This is not the most embarrassing way to end up in the ER, especially from a dare.” Eddie aims for reassuring as he gets the needle set up.

“It wasn't a dare. That's just what I told Robs.” Steve whispers. “I went on a date with this girl who's way out of my league. Tommy Hagan saw us coming out of Enzo's and made a comment to me about being limp dicked. I got in my head about it, popped a blue pill.” Steve stares at the ceiling, almost like he's afraid of Eddie's reaction.

“I'm assuming the date didn't end well if Robin drove you here?” Eddie replies. “Lift.” He gestures to the gown. Steve pulls up the fabric before answering his question.

“It went super well, thank you. I rocked her world for over an hour.” Steve says hautily. His shoulders slump as he held out a huge sigh. “She took a cab home right after though so, I doubt there’s going to be a second date.” He sounds so bummed. It makes Eddie pause what he's doing and attempt to reassure him.

“Hey, look on the bright side. She walked away thinking you're some sort of stamina god and you never have to tell her it was medically assisted.” Eddie shrugs. Steve looks up at him then, with an incredulous smile.

“I guess so.” He finally agrees. When Eddie picks up a smaller syringe with a needle capped on one end, Steve's face pales.

“You're not going to pass out on me are you?” Eddie asks. Thankfully, Steve's already laying down so if he does faint it'll be fine.

“Is that going where I think it is?” Steve gulps, clutching his hand over his junk.

“It's either this or let it fall off.” Eddie explains calmly. “Besides this will numb it so you won't feel the rest of it.” He waves a hand to his display. There's a bigger needle attached to a tube and a catheter, just in case.

“Yeah not looking.” Steve rasps, closing his eyes tightly. Eddie rolls his eyes again and gets closer to the bed.

“I'm going to touch you now.” He says, giving Steve a moment. Grabbing Steve's dick, Eddie tries not to think about how nice it looks or how well it fits in his hand. He sticks the needle in and pushes the plunger.

What he doesn't expect is for Steve Harrington to groan in pleasure at the pinch of pain. What's more shocking is the way his dick flexes like he's cumming; though nothing comes out. He did say he's tried to handle this manually a few times but still.

“I'm so sorry.” Steve whines, hiding his face in his hands. Eddie backs away and clears his throat. Taking advantage of Steve's shame, Eddie quickly adjusts himself in his pants and moves to the next step.

“It's okay, happens all the time.” He lies. It's not like he does these frequently; but the few times he has, no other person has reacted like that to a needle in their penis. Eddie normally cringes along with them.

While they wait for the numbing to take effect, they make ideal conversation.

“Why are you a nurse anyway? I thought you dropped out.” Steve asks. It's a good question.

“I didn't drop out so much as get my GED a year early to start nursing school.” Eddie explains. “Growing up my family couldn't afford a doctor when my mom got sick. Our neighbor was a nurse and she was able to help a lot. She's the reason my mom lived so long.”

“When I moved in with Wayne, I saw a lot of people in the trailer park in a similar boat.” Eddie rubs his face with his hands and sighs. “I guess I just wanted to help them the way that nurse helped us.” Steve stares at him for a beat longer than Eddie thinks is necessary before he nods thoughtfully.

“That's sweet actually. I seem to have misjudged you.” Steve says.

“Did you think I did it to score drugs easier?” Eddie asks with a snort. At Steve's guilty expression, Eddie rolls his eyes again. “Don't worry, you're not the first. When I first started they wouldn't let me handle the meds at all.”

“That's shitty.” Steve admits. And yeah it is, but Eddie wasn't surprised.

“Can you feel you penis?” Eddie asks, desperate to change the subject. When Steve shakes his head, Eddie takes a long needle and pushes it into the large vein.

It takes a few attempts, but eventually Eddie gets Steve's penis back to normal.

“What have we learned?” Eddie asks as he bandages the cut.

“Don't try this again.” Steve mumbles like a petulant child.

“That's right. Next time you won't get so lucky.” Eddie explains all the risks associated with this injury so Steve really grasps it.

“Noted.” Steve replies, pale again. Eddie nods and gets him discharged. Releasing him to Robin, he sees her chatting with Chrissy who is blushing a deep pink. As soon as the two leave, Eddie slides up to Chrissy’s side with a smirk.

“Did you get her number?” He asks. Chrissy shrieks in embarrassment, shoving him away. Her slight nod is all the confirmation he needs.

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Eddie tosses his lunch bag into his locker with an exhausted sigh. He worked a double yesterday and is starting the second half of another today. If he knew nursing had such shit hours he…can't even lie in the privacy of his own mind. There's nothing he would change about his life.

Still, sometimes he's just exhausted. He never begrudges his patients, but the amount of people he sees come through here for accidents that are completely preventable if they had common sense… It can get a little frustrating.

The last patient he had decided to jump off a shed into a pool. The roof of the thing was apparently already bowed from age so it's no surprise it collapsed under him. When Eddie asked him why he got on it anyway, he said “I thought I could jump fast enough.” Moron.

“Eddie!” Chrissy shouts. He jumps nearly a foot in the air and turns to her with wide eyes. The glare she shoots his way could kill a lesser man. It's likely she's been trying to get his attention for a bit.

“Huh?” He replies, blinking quickly to clear his head.

“You're up.” She hands him a file and smiles like she has a huge secret.

“What?” He asks, skimming the name. “Harrington again?” But when he looks up, Chrissy’s already gone. Eddie swears it's been barely a week since he drained blood from the ex-jock.

“Please let it be a broken bone. Or an allergic reaction.” Eddie mumbles to himself as he heads to the room. A quick knock, then he opens the door.

Steve’s arms are crossed over his chest, eyes closed with a frown firmly affixed on his mouth. It's kind of cute, Eddie admits.

“What brings you in today?” Eddie smiles. Steve opens one eye, peeking over at him. When he realizes it's Eddie standing next to him, Steve squeaks and tries to sit up. Unfortunately, wherever his pain is coming from flares up and he doubles over with a groan. Taking pity on the guy, Eddie reads through the chart taped to Steve's bed.

“It says here you had an allergic reaction to a topical agent and you have a rash. Where?” It takes Steve a moment, but eventually he sits up a little and points to his crotch.

“Your penis?” He asks. When Steve nods sheepishly, Eddie looks to the heavens for answers. Again?! Lucky me. If it was possible to think sarcastically, Eddie would be doing it. That’s what he gets for wishing illnesses on people.

“Can I show you?” Steve whispers hesitantly. “I promise it's not herpes or something.” Which is never a sentence someone wants to hear before they see a man’s dick.

“Let's see what we're working with.” He sighs. Steve pulls the blanket down and the hospital gown up, revealing his swollen dick. Eddie thought it big last week; this is definitely in the huge category, but not the fun kind. It's bright red with hives along the shaft. “How?” Is all he can say as he pulls on some gloves.

“This gu-uchm- girl. I was hooking up with had some flavored lube.” Steve explains, coughing to cover up his obvious slip. Eddie decides to be nice for once.

“It's okay, I hook up with non-girls, too.” He winks for good measure. Steve seems to relax and tense at the same time; like it's a relief to know he isn't alone, but it sucks that he has something in common with Eddie. That's fine.

“Was the lube strawberry flavored?” Eddie asks, getting back on track. Steve seems surprised at his question.

“Yes! How'd you guess?” He asks. Eddie closes his eyes for a moment so he can roll them in private. Taking a deep breath, he puts his hands together under his nose as if in prayer.

“Steve, you're allergic to artificial strawberry.” Eddie says softly. “I was there the day you tried that strawberry candy in Click’s class. You blew up like a freaking balloon.”

Steve furrows his brows as he thinks about it; when the realization hits, Steve’s face turns bright red. It was a strawberry jolly rancher, if Eddie remembers correctly. Steve sucked on it for all of ten seconds and suddenly, he couldn’t breathe.

“You stabbed me with Fred’s epi-pen!” Steve gasps. Eddie nods. He did do that. “Didn’t you tell me last week not to take other people’s medication?” Steve asks, cheekily. This time Eddie leaves his eyes wide open when he rolls them.

“Okay, one I was seventeen. And two, epi-pens are a special case.” He laughs. Looking back at Steve’s injury, Eddie decides an epinephrine isn't necessary. “It looks like topically, the allergy isn't as bad. I’ll give you some super strong anti-histamines in an IV drip, and some more to take home with you.”

Eddie sets up the IV with a saline drip and a some allergy meds, then decides to bite the bullet. There's one more thing he should do and that's applying anti-itch cream.

“Okay, last thing is this salve.” Eddie holds up the tube. He can feel a blush rushing to his cheeks, but he ignores it in the name of professionalism. “I'm going to put it on the afflicted area so…think the least sexy thoughts you can.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate anymore, he just goes for it. Taking Steve in hand again, he rubs the cream all around. It takes every ounce of his concentration to keep this clinical, even as his mind wanders into dangerous waters.

“Sure. I’ll just think of my grandma naked while a super hot guy jerks me off.” Steve mumbles. Unfortunately for Steve, Eddie’s so close he heard every word and reflexively tightens his hand. “Ouch!” Steve yelps.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie says, removing his hand and calling it good enough. He’ll send some home with Steve to apply for a few days so it’s fine. He should let it go. He will let it go. “You think I’m super hot?” He blurts out, then immediately face palms.

“Duh.” Steve says as if Eddie's being ridiculous. “Dude, I had the biggest crush on you freshman year. I bought so many skin mags full of guys in leather that they sent me free ones.”

There really is no shame in this guy. Eddie thinks.

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me, sweetheart.” Eddie smirks, playing up the confidence. What else is he supposed to do?

“Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me while on the clock?” Steve gasps, pressing his hand to his chest dramatically. Oh I'm in trouble. Eddie thinks.

“I've seen your dick twice now, I think it's fine.” Eddie replies. Remembering he has an actual job to do, he checks Steve's IV. “Alright, you're almost done with these fluids—”

“Can I have your fluids next?” Steve interrupts. Eddie takes a deep breath and pushes it out slowly.

“Ask me again when I haven't been putting rash cream on your dick.” He laughs. “I'll grab your discharge papers.”

Steve calls something after him; but in the name of self preservation, Eddie doesn't turn back.

Chrissy walks past him and he snags her arm, pulling her into a secluded corner. She squawks indignantly, slapping Eddie's chest.

“If Harrington ever comes back here, don't give him to me. Please.” He begs. Chrissy’s brows furrow in concern as her eyes dart down the hallway.

“Is he being an asshole to you?” She whispers.

“Worse.” He whines letting his head fall on her shoulder. “He's flirting with me.”

Chrissy throws her head back, her loud laugh echoing through the corridor. Karma. He thinks.

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It’s nearly midnight, quiet for the first time in hours. Eddie lounges on the break room couch listening to the other nurses gossip about their kids.

Claudia Henderson is bragging about her genius song again. Supposedly, he got accepted into MIT with a full ride scholarship. Good for him. Eddie things. Better than paying student loans for the rest of his life.

Just as the other nurse tries to one up a genius with a completely average kid, the break room door opens. Chrissy skips in, smiling innocently at the older ladies.

“Claudia, I have a patient with a foreign object causing an obstruction. Do you mind?” She asks sweetly. Eddie would buy it; if it wasn’t for the absolutely evil grin she shoots his way. He does not trust that look one bit. Claudia takes the file, tutting when she sees the patient name.

“Steve again? I swear that boy has no self-preservation.” She mutters. Neither does Eddie apparently, because he loudly jumps to his feet and strides over.

“I can take him Claudia.” Eddie offers, nonchalantly.

“Really?” She asks gratefully, already handing over the folder.

“Yeah, I’m not doing anything.” He shrugs.

Waving off her thanks, Eddie dashes out of the room hoping to avoid Chrissy’s teasing. He’s unsuccessful.

“I thought you didn’t want to be assigned to Steeeve.” She says, elongating his name with a grin. Eddie grits his teeth but doesn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer. “What if he tries to flirt with you again?!” Chrissy gasps in mock horror. Eddie stops in front of Steve’s room and eyes Chrissy speculatively.

“How was your date with Robin?” Eddie asks before grimacing apologetically. “Oh, that’s right. You’re too nervous to call her.” He raises his eyebrows triumphantly.

“Touché.” She concedes, tipping an imaginary hat. “I’ll let you get to it then.” There’s still a little smugness in her, but Eddie doesn’t let it get to him. Instead, he hypes himself up as he waits for her to disappear down the corridor before knocking.

“Come in.” Steve calls, sounding a little muffled. This time, he doesn’t speculate on the type of injury he’s going to encounter; even if he did, he never would have guessed this.

Steve’s on his stomach, pert naked ass in the air. Something is sticking up between those biteable cheeks. All he can do is stare for several seconds. Focus Eddie! Shaking his head, he steps into Steve’s field of vision. Opening his mouth, he intends to ask what exactly is in Steve’s rectum; but instead he says,

“Just couldn’t stay away from me, could you sweetheart?” Shocking them both. If it wasn’t for the immediate blush on Steve’s cheeks, Eddie would be apologizing profusely. Talk about unprofessional.

“It’s not my dick this time!” Steve exclaims, big hazel eyes staring meaningfully. He flicks his gazes up and down Eddie’s form, with an unmistakable interest. Then Eddie remembers what he said last time and it’s his turn to blush.

“Still on the clock, Stevie.” He shrugs, enjoying the unexpected attention. One of these days, he’s got to find Steve out in the wild. “Now, why don’t you tell me what this is back here and how it got there.” Eddie says, gesturing to Steve’s butt.

“I fell?” Steve’s tone betrays him. Eddie purses his lips, conveying his disappointment. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but Eddie wants to see this pretty boy squirm.

“The truth, Steve. You and I both know that’s not what happened. Please don’t make me ask again.” There’s a hint of authority to his voice now, demanding Steve behave. Those hazel eyes darken as his lids droop just a little. Is Steve into this sort of thing? For a moment, Eddie forgets he’s at work and pushes again. “I promise I won’t be mad, baby. Just tell me.”

Steve honest to god whines. Squirming on the bed, he buries his face in the sheets. His shoulders relax and he seems to melt into the bed.

“I wanted to know what it felt like to bottom, okay?” He mumbles. “Used a hairbrush and the handle snapped when I hit my prostate.” There’s no way Steve just said bottom and prostate in that order. Right? Eddie must be asleep on the break room couch, dreaming of this perfect man.

“Did you like it?” Eddie finds himself asking. “I mean, up until the broken brush and subsequent panic. Did you like taking it, Stevie?”

“Y-yes.” Steve whispers. “It felt so good, came so hard it broke.” That breaks Eddie’s brain for a second.

“Back up. Are you saying your… you know… gripped the hair brush so tight you snapped it in half?” He’s trying to be cool; but his cock twitches in his pants at the very idea that Steve’s hole is that tight.

“It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” Steve admits quietly. Embarrassment tinges his confession but Eddie can’t even revel in it because he’s sure he blacks out. All the blood in his body rushes to his dick. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. He thinks.

“Eddie, it’s starting to hurt.” Steve whispers after a minute. That snaps him back to reality. Back to the hospital, where he’s at work. Taking a deep breath, he does his best to tuck his incredibly hard dick away and actually do his damn job. He takes Steve’s vitals and assesses the situation.

“I think you’ll need an x-ray.” Eddie sighs. “Can’t risk moving it without knowing if anything is damaged.” Moving back to Steve’s face, he brushes the droopy bangs out of his eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie grabs the nearest doctor and explains the basics. She opts for the portable x-ray machine and together they enter Steve’s room.

“Steve, this is Dr. Stevens. She’s going to do a quick scan and then we’ll go from there.” Eddie says, smiling politely. He’s doing his best to stay as professional as possible, but Steve’s ass is still right there.

“Steve, Eddie says you fell while getting out of the shower?” Dr. Stevens begins. Steve attempts to sit up, shocked eyes locking with Eddie’s. He winks conspiratorially.

“Yeah, just a freak accident.” Steve nods, settling back down. The x-ray reveals no internal issues, so they move into position for the extraction. Dr. Stevens hands Eddie a bottle of sterile lubricant (unflavored, he checked) and he takes another deep breath. He avoids the main body of the handle but adds a decent amount to Steve’s rim.

Every high school fantasy of Eddie’s comes rushing back to his mind and he starts reciting every Metallica song he can think of to avoid petting Steve’s pretty pink hole. It doesn’t help his decreasing sanity when Steve whimpers.

“Does that hurt?” Dr. Stevens asks, concerned. Sometimes Eddie forgets that a lot of straight people don’t have anal sex.

“The lube is cold.” Eddie covers for Steve; who is rolling his hips very subtly. “Sorry about that.” He says a bit louder and steps away before he does something crazy. Like push a finger in next to that stupid handle.

“Let’s get your hips raised here, Steve.” Dr. Stevens slides a support band under Steve’s hips and uses a little rig to help lift him. Steve gets his knees under him, legs spread just a bit, painting such a pretty picture. “Eddie can you please spread the buttocks.” She continues.

As Eddie grabs a juicy cheek in each hand, he has the perfect view. Steve’s dick dangles between his legs, hard and thick, pre-cum wetting the tip. The handle must be in the perfect position to press against his prostate and keep him on edge.

Eddie’s in a fight for his life, gaining prime spank bank material as Dr. Stevens grabs the hairbrush handle. It’s taking every ounce of self control Eddie possesses to resist stroking Steve’s shaft to help ease the discomfort.

“Bare down if you can, Steve.” She instructs. Steve groans in a mix of pleasure and pain as the hard length slides from his hole. As Eddie watches with hooded eyes, all he can think is Lucky me. For once, he’s entirely genuine.

Steve’s staying overnight for observation, so Eddie pops in on his final round. Poking his head in, Eddie lets out a shocked laugh. Steve’s holding the extracted hair brush handle in line with his dick, comparing sizes.

“Trying to see how you measure up?” Eddie asks. Startled, Steve drops the handle, hiding his dick away. When he realizes it’s Eddie though, he relaxes.

“I’m more curious to see how you measure up.” He says with a teasing grin. Of course. Eddie rolls his eyes good naturedly.

“Good night, Steve.” Eddie turns away. Before he can second guess it, he looks over his shoulder at a pouting Steve. “It’s double the size of that thing…in all dimensions.” He smirks, winking for good measure. Ducking out of the room, he holds in his laughter as Steve’s cries of indignation follow him.

“So…?” Chrissy asks, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

“If I’m here, he’s mine.” Eddie growls.