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Steve Harrington’s house is the last place Eddie expected to be after being dragged out of whatever hellish realm he dove into. After leaving only to find his home shredded into pieces, Steve offered to let him stay to let him get back on his feet, and to hide from the absolute manhunt that is after him. The last place they would expect the freak of Hawkins to be at is the place of a once popular and well loved basketball player with good hair’s house.
Admittedly, Eddie never claimed to love Steve, never even claimed to like him. He always thought he was just another douche-bag jock who would do nothing but bully people who were like himself, but after seeing how much he was willing to help him in such a dire time, he kind of grew to like him. Key words here are kind of, don’t get it twisted.
Steve never felt any animosity towards Eddie, though. Sure, he thought he was strange, weird, and an outcast; but for the most part he never really thought about him. It wasn’t until actually getting to talk to him one on one while helping him that he realized he’s actually a very fascinating guy. Still a very weird guy but, he’s interesting.
They still aren’t to the level where the awkwardness has dissipated, though. The car ride back to Steve’s is awkward, all Eddie can do is stare out the window and into the darkness passing by. “Hey, um-“ He finally musters the courage to break the silence between them, “Thanks for letting me stay with you.”
Steve turns on the turn signal to turn on the road to his house, “It’s no problem man.” He gives a quick glance at Eddie, sees his dark eyes illuminated by the moonlight, “I wouldn’t let my friend stay out on the street. You’d probably get snatched up by the cops in an instance anyway.”
Eddie smiles and giggles, “Didn’t know you considered me a friend, Harrington.” He looks at him while he drives- looks at his veiny hands gripping the steering wheel.
“I wouldn’t let you stay at my house if you weren’t dumbass. Besides, I still think you’re a freak.”
“Woah,” he shakes his hands in defense, “no need to get so mean.” His tone is sarcastic when he speaks to him.
The air in the car grows lighter, the awkwardness starts to thin out. “I’m just messin’ with you, Ed.” He doesn’t catch the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily. Steve pulls into his driveway, noticing the car park is empty once again. “Of course they’re not home.”
Eddie unbuckles his seatbelt, “Your parents out of town or somethin?”
“They always are.” He turns the key to the ignition, cutting the lights off after, “ever since I graduated they kinda just take off when they want.” His shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. The silence sits between them once again, the car now dead without the sounds of the tires dragging against the asphalt of the roads. “but that means I can basically just do whatever the hell I want.”
Steve looks at him, his eyes meeting his and he smiles. Eddie looks away, feeling a certain feeling he never feels when talking to people; shy. He doesn’t even notice his leg start to bounce up and down with anxiety.
“You okay?” Steve’s voice goes soft, more concerned.
“Yeah I’m just,” his thumbs twiddle, searching for the right words, words that don’t scream ‘you make me nervous’ “nervous about everything going on, y’know?“
“Yeah, I know.” He looks at him again, god dammit Steve stop. It’s quiet again, until, “I might have something that will help you.” The door to the car opens, and Steve stands up quickly. “Come on.”
His house is much more than Eddie would’ve thought it’d be. Well, really anything compared to that drab trailer he lives, or lived in, is better to him in his opinion. He watches Steve jog up the stairs, shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth awkwardly while he waits for him to come back.
When he comes back, he’s holding a small jar, a grinder, and a pipe; Steve? Smoking weed? No way.
“You smoke?” He’s almost flabbergasted.
Steve walks into the living room, looking over his shoulder to make sure he’s following, “Not nearly as much as you,” there’s a slight scoff in the background, “but I do a little bit.” His eyes meet Eddie’s as he sets down his stuff on the coffee table, sitting on the floor, “What? are you shocked?” he unscrews the top, takes a bud and and places it in the grinder.
“I mean, yeah.” Sitting down next him, he watches him grind the bud. “The stoner look kind of suits you though.”
Steve chuckles, feels a slight jitter from having Eddie’s eyes on him. Ever since that heart to heart moment in the upside down, that moment where all he could do was stare at him and admire him while he talked to him, that moment where he stared at his lips, he hasn’t stopped thinking about him.
It’s such a weird, and honestly scary feeling for Steve. He’s never felt like this about another person, or another man, never felt such a strange attraction to someone like this.
“I’m glad you think so.” He finally says, looks at him and gives him a soft smile again.
He packs a loaded bowl for him, handing him the lighter and passing it to him. “For my guest.” He studies his face while he takes a long hit from the pipe, can’t help but notice the way his eyes bat close, the way his hair hits against his forehead and his lips look so plush again the glass of the pipe. His body feels the jitters again, this time more ferociously than the previous.
Eddie opens his eyes, holds the smoke in his mouth and waits to inhale, and then exhales while handing the pipe to Steve. “I never thought I’d be smoking weed with Steve Harrington.” He coughs out, “What an honor.” He feels his fingers brush against Steve’s, and they both glance at each other almost shyly.
The lighter flicks, the sound being the only thing filling the moment of silence that occurs between Steve taking a hit from the pipe. “And I never thought i’d be smoking with the freak of Hawkins,” He says while exhaling, feeling a slight slap on his shoulder. He coughs out an “I’m sorry.”
They pass the pipe back and forth a few more times, both of them getting flustered each time their fingers gently brush against each other, their bodies buzzing with the feeling of being high. “You feel better?”
Eddie looks at him with hooded eyes, his plush lips in a soft smile, and he nods with a soft, “Yeah.” and Steve wants to kiss him so bad. It’s such an uncontrollable feeling. He needs to kiss him. He doesn’t even know where it came from. Eddie notices him staring, and he licks his lip, seeing if it’ll get a rise out of him, and it does. Steve shakes his head, trying to shake the feeling, and gets up to walk to the record player, grabbing one of his dad’s rock albums from The Eagles. He hears Eddie get up in the background, hearing him sit down on the couch, melting into the cushions. “Now, this isn’t what you probably like but,” the record slips out of the sleeve into his hand, and he puts it on the tray, “It’s all I got.” He puts the needle on.
The music starts playing softly, and Steve turns up the volume a bit before turning around and returning to his spot next to Eddie, sitting a little closer next time.
There’s another quiet moment between them, he can tell Eddie is listening to the song, studying it, “The music isn’t too shabby.” He giggles. “Glad to know you have some kind of taste in that big head of yours.” Steve shakes his head. “I’m giving you a compliment, you dickwad.” He complains, “except maybe the big head part.”
“Shut up.” Steve looks at him, narrows his eyes in a playful way.
Eddie wants to tantalize him more, “Make me.” he shrugs, looking forward, can’t keep his eyes on Steve’s; Can’t let him know he’s flustered.
Steve’s mind races. He knows a way to make him be quiet. “Maybe I will.” Eddie’s heart starts to beat a little at that, not knowing what to expect from him.
“I’ll be waiting then.” He bites the inside of his cheek, his leg starts to bounce again slightly before he catches it.
Steve has to kiss him, he needs to. The feeling hadn’t left, it’s still there. It feels like his body could catch on fire with this absolute desire.
“Hey,” Steve scoots closer to Eddie, putting an arm behind him, the other hand coming to turn his cheek towards him. “Look at me.”
Eddie feels like he’s going to combust. His heart is pounding so unbelievably hard having Steve touch him like this- so close. He starts breathing more frantically. He didn’t expect him to do this.
Steve feels him start to unravel beneath his touch, “Do you remember when you were talking to me in the upside down? Did you notice how I stared you?” Eddie nods. “I wanted to kiss you so bad.” He strokes his cheek softly, “I can’t stop thinking about you, Ed.”
Eddie feels his palms start to sweat, and he shakes with anticipation, “Then what are you waiting for?” His whisper is shaky, “Kiss me, Steve.”
He half expects him not to do it, feels like it can’t possibly be real, but it happens. Steve brings him in for a kiss; his lips are on his. It’s such a sweet and soft kiss.
Eddie’s lips are so much softer than he could’ve imagined. When Steve pulls away and opens his eyes, he’s met with his dark brown eyes, and the fire within his body burns so bright. “Fuck.” Is all he can whisper before going back in to kiss Eddie again.
His hands run through his black shaggy hair, pulling him in for a deeper, more eager kiss. The music is drowned out by the sounds of their kisses, wet and loud. He feels Eddie wrap his arms around his neck, his hands in his hair, and he can’t help but run his hands down his back, slipping under his shirt as he presses their torsos together. Eddie makes a soft sound against his lips, and he can’t help but smile.
Steve moves a hand down to under Eddie’s knee, pulling him and beckoning him on his lap. He pulls away and whispers, “come here.”
Eddie feels like there’s fireworks going off in his body as he climbs into Steve’s lap, so much disbelief yet excitement running through his mind.
Their kisses grow deeper, and deeper, each one more lewd than the previous. Their bodies are so hot, burning with desire. Steve’s hands run down his back again, this time finding their way to Eddie’s ass, gripping him tight through his jeans; he wants to feel his skin.
Eddie can’t help but rock back into his hands, feeling a pooling sensation deep within his pelvis, and he makes an open mouth sound against his lips. Steve takes an opportunity to slip his tongue in, grazing Eddie’s with it. It’s such a graphic, heavy kiss; they both fucking love it.
Steve feels the same sensation, his pants growing tighter at the bulge with each moment that his hands caress Eddie’s ass. He wants to see more of him, he has never felt this much lust in his body. He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavy and biting his bottom lip as one of his hands travel up his back, sliding in his hair, gripping and pulling slightly, enough to cause a slight pain.
His eyes light up and he can’t help but smile when he hears Eddie moan with the feeling. He kisses up his neck, coming up to his ear, “Oh, you like when I do that baby?” he waits for an answer, pulling slightly when he doesn’t get one, hearing Eddie moan again, “Hm?”
“Y-yeah.” The pain sends shockwaves down his spine, and it’s so delicious to him. He feels Steve growing hard beneath him, and he grinds his ass down on him, feeling his hips rut up against him. “Hurt me again.” Steve looks at him wide eyed, “Hurt me, Steve.” He waits until he feels the tingling pain of his hair being pulled, his head tipping back with a moan, and then he feels lips attacking his neck. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he smiles when he feels Steve sucking his skin, hard enough to leave bruises. The fingers grip his hips hard, moving them to make friction against his cock trapped in his jeans.
“You really are a freak, huh?” Steve’s hand travels to join his other, back to gripping his hips. He kisses him hard again, cupping his ass in his hands before he pulled away and moves to pull up the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, unveiling his porcelain skin lined with ink. “Fuck,” he thinks to himself, “You’re so pretty.” He must have said it out loud with the way Eddie takes his hair to hide his face in pure bashfulness.
Steve has never felt so much lust and need for another person like this. He’s never even wanted a man like this before until Eddie. This new feeling makes him feel another type of high that weed could never give him. It’s so scary yet so exhilarating at the same time.
He goes to take his own shirt off, Eddie licking his lips as he looks down his torso, putting a hand on his pec before going down and kissing him hard. “Steve.” He mumbles against his lips, grinding down on him still.
“Yeah?”
He pauses, unsure if he wants to say this. He wants Steve so bad. He wants him in him, on him, he just needs him. He knows Steve has never been with a man before, but then again, here he is on Steve’s fucking lap while he’s pulling his hair, making out with him so pornographically. “Can you fuck me?” He says so pitifully.
Steve is silent for a second. His thoughts are in disarray; he’s never had sex with a man. He doesn’t know exactly how it works, all he knows is that there is an instinct inside of him that wants to fuck the shit out of him.
Before Eddie opens his mouth to say he doesn’t have to, Steve speaks, “I’m gonna fucking wreck you.” His timbre is deep, low and laced with lust.
In an instant, Steve is on his feet, hoisting Eddie up and wrapping his legs around his waist. He carries him up the stairs to his bedroom hastily, can’t wait another minute to fuck his brains out.
As soon as he busts through his bedroom door, he lays Eddie down on the bed, slipping between his legs. He grabs at the waist band of Eddie’s pants, hooking his fingers under his waist band, pulling down, seeing his cock spring free; this was wrong, but yet it was so fucking right on so many levels. The disbelief that he has Eddie Munson naked in his bed, lips a kiss-ridden red, and face flushed only elevates his level of desire.
He goes to unzip his pants and pull them down to reveal his own achingly hard cock, discarding them to the side where Eddie’s pants are.
Eddie is in a state of disbelief of his own. He never would’ve imagined having his legs spread for Steve, never would’ve imagined that they would have sex ever; but he is so glad it’s happening. No man has ever turned him on this much before.
Steve leans down, hands bracketing Eddie’s face, and he touches his nose to his, looking in his eyes before kissing him again. He feels their cocks brush against each other, and they moan so roughly in each other’s mouths.
The room has the faint sound of the record playing downstairs overlaid with the wet sounds of them kissing and moaning, and it feels so heavy.
“Steve-“ He gasps between kisses, and Steve pulls away, looking at him in the eyes again.
“Hm?” He says before leaning down to take his earlobe between his teeth, letting it go and running kisses down his neck.
“I want you so bad.”
There’s vibrations of a laugh on his skin, and then Steve is speaking, “Awe, you want me?” Eddie nods so frantically, “Then beg for me.” He leans back to sit on his heels, arms folding as he looks at the babbling mess Eddie is becoming under him.
“Please, I want you to fuck me so bad. I want you to make me yours.” Eddie is spilling out in a mantra, and Steve can’t help but to smile and run his tongue along the back of his lip, “Make me your slut Steve. Fuck me until I can’t walk.” He could listen to this for hours.
And with that, he’s reaching into his night stand, pulling out lube he would use when he jerked off at night, it made everything feel so much better; he can only imagine how good this feels. “Never would’ve thought I would use this lube for this.” He says while popping the cap open, “but I’m so glad it’s on you, Ed.” He pours some on his fingers, looking down at him.
Eddie’s breathing is shaking, his body buzzing with anticipation. He breathes harder when Steve brings his hand down between his legs, and a finger rubs against his entrance. He mewls with the sensation. He waits for it, blindly grinding his hips against his finger, and then it pushes in.
He whimpers so pitifully, still grinding his hips, and Steve starts to curl and crook his finger, watching to get a reaction out of him, and he does. “You want more baby?“
Eddie nods vigorously again, “please.” He complies, since he asked so nicely. He adds a second one, stretching him out. Steve looks to the side, catching a glimpse of them on his bed in the mirror. He looks at how perfect he looks between Eddie’s legs, the way Eddie is writhing beneath him. He smirks to himself, and he can’t wait to see how he looks fucking him in that mirror. “Please-“ Eddie gasps again, inhaling sharp when Steve hits his spot.
Steve pulls his fingers out, hearing Eddie whimper below him in protest. “You’re so pitiful, just begging to have something inside you.” He puts some lube in his hand, bringing it down to coat his cock. He moans with the feeling, watched as Eddie looks at him so desperately, eyeing him so widely. “You want it? You want my cock?” He strokes himself again, and Eddie is quiet, just staring at him with dark, wanting eyes. “Use your words baby.”
This side of Steve, so tantalizing and dominant, turns Eddie on so much, makes him feel so small underneath his gaze. He wants him so fucking bad. “I- I want it.” Steve leans down, bracketing his head again, lining himself up with Eddie’s entrance but not pushing in, turning his head slightly and smiling when he grinds back down on him, “Please Steve- I want it so bad.”
And with that, Steve pushes past his rim, feeling the warm, wet, and so in-vigorously tight heat envelop his cock. He lets out a moan so loud, a moan he’s never experience with a woman before. A part of him knows it’s by the absolutely sinful sounds that Eddie is making. So pathetically beautiful. “God, you feel so fucking good, Ed.” He’s in so much disbelief, “holy shit.”
The pressure that Eddie is feeling going deep with every inche Steve goes is so overwhelmingly good. It’s pleasure and it’s painful; a combination good enough to make Eddie cum so fast. He can’t speak, just moans loudly as he bottoms out within him. He stills inside of him, letting Eddie adjust to him while he adjusts to the heaven that is the warmth of Eddie Munson. “Move-“
Steve looks down at him, grabs his face in his hand roughly, squeezes it and makes him look him in his eyes. “Who are you talking to like that?” His hand moves down to his throat, clasping his long fingers around it and squeezing lightly, his hips pulling out before slamming back into him, Eddie moans lewdly with the feeling, “Wanna try that again, love?”
“P-please,” it’s strained and breathy, “do that again.”
Steve pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, finding a rhythm he knows is perfect based on the way Eddie moans, “That’s what I thought.”
It’s so delicious the way he slides in and out of him with his hand around his neck. He wants Steve to bruise him, so bad. He wants him to mark his territory. With every stroke, gripping the sheets beside his head, biting his lips to stop himself from moaning Steve’s names so the neighbors can hear.
Steve hooks both of his hands under the back of his legs, pinning them back so he can fuck him so much deeper, and Eddie can’t hold it in. “Fuck Steve.” It’s so loud, and it’s so fucking gratifying to him. He slams even harder into Eddie, grunting and biting his bottom lip. “You fuck me so good.” He says desperately, grasping the sheets until his knuckles are almost white.
“Yeah?” He hits a spot, and a fucking good spot apparently by the sudden Increase in volume of Eddie’s moans. He looks to his side again, sees himself in the mirror again, watches himself fuck in and out of him. Eddie is laid out so perfectly beneath him, his hair is matted against his forehead with sweat. “You look so perfect beneath me. You feel so good around my cock.” Eddie’s toes curl as he hits his spot over, and over.
Steve thinks to himself, ‘he should see how perfect he looks, how good he looks under me.’ and he has to show him. He pulls out, and Eddie whines, missing the feeling of being filled. “Come here.” His voice is demanding, and Eddie complies. He moves his shaky body to where Steve had turned. Steve manhandles him to put him in front of him, and now they’re both looking in the mirror, and he puts his chin on the crevice of Eddie’s neck and shoulders, running his fingertips up and down his skin feeling it tingle. “Look at you,” he whispers, kissing and biting into his shoulder, “So pretty,” He pauses before pushing Eddie’s head down into the mattress, arching his back more than any girl he’s been with could, “so pliant.”
Steve guides himself snugly back inside Eddie, moaning at the way he welcomes him. And Eddie moans too, the way he feels deep inside of him, stretching him wall to wall. His eyes roll back in pleasure, gripping the sheets again.
He pulls almost all the way out again, slamming back inside him, hard enough to leave bruises on him; It is so mesmerizing watching himself disappear inside of him.
And then Eddie feels a delicious tingle of pain when his hair is pulled, and Steve is in his ear again, “I want you to watch me while I fuck you.” It’s harsh and brash against the shell of his ear, and he can’t help but clench around him. Steve’s hand comes under his chin, putting their faces together, and his eyes are on his in the mirror.
He starts snapping his hips again, making Eddie’s mouth fall open in a choked out gasp. Eddie watches himself get pounded, loving the way it makes him feel so dirty. He rolls his eyes back when his spot is hit again. “Look at how good you take me.” Steve is whispering again, breathing hard and rough against Eddie’s
cheek “it’s like you were made for me. My little slut.”
Slut. It makes him go insane, biting his bottom lip and smiling, moaning through it. Steve’s lips are on his cheek, kissing it roughly before whispering in his ear once more, “You’re mine,” it’s a growl that comes with a snap of his hips, and when he doesn’t get a response from Eddie, he growls once more, “Say it.”
Eddie let’s out a pitiful moan, “I’m yours, Steve.” and he means it, weirdly feeling a bit of love in his chest when he declares that he’s his, “I’m all fucking yours.” Steve moans at this, and he didn’t even know that someone’s words could affect him so badly.
Steve has to look him in the eyes again. It’s not a want, it’s a need. So he pulls out of him again, leaving Eddie yearning to be filled, and he puts his hand on Eddie’s hip, flipping him over on his back just how they started.
Eddie’s body is gleaming. His face is flushed, lips raw from chewing on them and from being kissed. His hair is matted so perfectly with sweat. His body deserves to be worshipped, and Steve will do just that.
Eddie looks at Steve up close again. His forehead has beads of sweat coming down from fucking him so hard, and he can’t help but stare from below him. He watches him run a hand through his damp hair and breathe heavily. Steve looks at him, and in this moment of such intense heat, they smile at each other.
They revel in this small moment of intimacy before Steve leans down to the cavity of Eddie’s collarbone, placing kisses that eventually travel lower, and lower. He’s kissing down the length of his torso, and to his stomach.
Eddie fidgets with this feeling, not used to having his body be admired in such a way, but it feels so glorious. He writhes underneath Steve’s lips and the way they kiss up and down his body. “Steve-“‘
He shushes him, “Patience, baby.” and goes back to kissing his body. He loves doing this. It’s so sweet and genuine, yet so teasing and tantalizing; and he loves being all of those things to Eddie. He achingly teases him longer, sucking deep purple bruises into his soft satin skin before traveling his way back to Eddie’s lips, kissing him deeply; they both melt into each other, and with each passing moment, the more Steve aches to be inside of Eddie again, and the more Eddie aches for Steve.
And without saying anything, Steve lines himself up, and pushes in again, still baffled by the way Eddie accepts him back into him. “You waited so patiently,” His thrusts are slow, emphasizing the sweet drag of him against Eddie’s walls, “Good boys get rewarded, don’t they?“ He stares into his eyes with each thrust, loving the way they flutter and roll to the back of his head.
Eddie can’t speak; he feels so unbelievably good like this. It’s so euphoric feeling Steve slide in and out like this. So, he just nods, moaning softly, a slight gasp coming every time he feels his bundle of nerves get passed by. Steve slides all the way back in, stilling his hips right on Eddie’s spot, causing every buckle of Eddie’s hips to make him whimper and moan.
“I bet you could cum just like this.” Steve says, looks down at Eddie’s body twitching right where it joins them, finishing with “you’re so pitiful.” before working his hips in and out of him again, leaning down to put his head in the cavity of Eddie’s neck and shoulder; he smells so divine.
Eddie’s nails come to scratch down his back, stopping to splay his hands on Steve’s ass, using them as a mean to move his hips to fuck him harder. Steve complies, pounding into him harder than before, and he feels his stomach grow tighter, and warmer with each moment he’s enveloped inside Eddie.
And Eddie feels like he’s about to explode. His stomach is coiling so deep; it hurts so good. So so good. He feels like he could cry with how good Steve fucks him. He’s never had anyone make him feel this good before. His hookups before could never compare to this. “Steve,” It’s choked out, catches halfway in his throat.
“Are you close baby?” Steve mumbles against the crook of his neck, feeling his nails come back to scratch his back. He reaches down between them, stroking Eddie’s cock with his hand.
Eddie’s stomach twitches with sensation feeling Steve’s fingers brush down his most sensitive spots. “Mhm.” It sounds so strained, and Steve pulls back to see Eddie’s face streaked with tears; it’s gratifying to him that he makes him feel this much pleasure.
“I’m close too,” he rests his forehead on Eddie’s, close enough to where they can breathe in each others moans as he fucks so wantingly into him, “You want me to cum inside you?”
Eddie is nodding, “Yes,” sobbing harder, “please, I want it so bad.”
Steve kisses him again, his hips stuttering as he approaches his orgasm, hurdling towards it because it just feels so damn good.
Eddie can’t hold it in any more, and he cums with a loud moan, jaw slacking from the kiss; he can’t control his body. It shakes as he paints his stomach.
Steve loses it watching Eddie cum. He releases into him, his arms struggling to support him through his orgasm. it was intense. It was probably the most intense orgasm he’s ever had from fucking someone.
And so was Eddie’s.
Their chests heave against each other’s, and Steve is pulsating inside Eddie. He hovers about him, still trying to catch his breath, and he catches Eddie staring at him with his glossy eyes, eyelashes wet from tears. They smile at one another again before Eddie starts giggling.
Steve pulls out, collapsing next to him, and he starts giggling with him. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“I can’t either.” Eddie’s moves his shaky legs, turning on his side to look at Steve, and he’s met with his light brown eyes. “You made me all messy.” He pouts.
Steve laughs at him one final time before getting up and walking to the bathroom in the hall, leaving Eddie curled on the bed with his thoughts.
What does this mean for them? Did Steve really mean everything he said to him? Now he can’t stop thinking. He hears the sink turn on, and he closes his eyes until he hears footsteps come back, and feels a warm wet washcloth come to wipe him down.
Eddie instinctively comes to grab it from him, all his other partners made him wipe himself down, but Steve moves his hand away, “Let me take care of you, Eddie. Relax.” His chest gets warm and fuzzy.
“Thank you.” He whispers quietly.
Steve throws the washcloth in the hamper, laying back down next to Eddie. He snakes his hand under his neck, pulling him to rest his head on his chest, pulling his leg up onto his body. He places a gently kiss against Eddie’s forehead, and then his cheek. “I really do like you a lot Eddie.” Eddie’s cheeks heat up again, “I hope you know that. I meant everything I said.” Eddie leans up, meeting Steve’s lips in a gentle kiss.
“I like you a lot too.” They look at each other, exchanging words without even speaking.
Steve settles more into the bed, holding Eddie tighter on his chest, “I think I might want to make you my boyfriend.”
Eddie lifts his head up, his grip on Steve loosening, “Wait- wait really?“
“Yes, really.” His grip tightens around Eddie, he rests his head in his curls, “I don’t say things I don’t truly mean, you know that.” He kisses his head, “so what do you say?”
Eddie nestle in his neck, a sweet grin that Steve could feel on his face, “I think I’ll let you make me your boyfriend.”