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Eddie and Steve had been roommates for a good five months now. Steve found the listing pinned to the bulletin board in his favourite little caffe. It was perfect because the day prior, Robin had just announced she had impulsively asked Nancy to move in with them. Steve wanted to say he was surprised, but they had been dating for three and a half months now, and for a couple of lesbians who were already in love, that was really slow. He went to check the place out the next week, the guy on the phone sounded nice enough, a little closed off and he got straight to the point, but it didn’t scare Steve off so he went to have a look. The guy was cool, he had long hair and tatts and wore ripped jeans. The apartment was nice too, a good size, his bedroom had plenty of room for his bed, a desk, his bookshelf that had a total of two books on it, and the wardrobe was big enough for all of his clothes and more, unlike his and Robin's place. Robin didn’t want him to leave, but Steve didn’t want to get in the way of the lesbian love fest that was about to start. Plus, it was only around the corner. The rent was pretty good too, a little more than his last place, but it was bigger so it made sense. And the guy, Eddie, whilst closed off and seemingly unable to have emotions, had the makings of a good roommate. And he intrigued Steve… there was something about him, something familiar. And then, after talking to Robin and Nancy, they figured out he actually used to go to highschool with the guy, senior year together, both getting tortured by Ms. Click. He moved in a week later.
Things had been going… erm, well, I want to say they were going good… it’s not that they weren't, it was just…
“Jesus christ!” Eddie stood up from his bed, he clutched the neck of his guitar tight in his hand and stretched his arms out, “Ever heard of knocking, jackass?”
“Well, I have been kocking… for the past twenty fucking seconds!” Steve stood with his hands on his hips, “ Maybe , if you turned that shit down for once, you would have heard me.”
“For fuck’s sake. You know I’ve got to practise.”
“Yeah!” Steve scoffed, “You can practise quieter. Maybe with some headphones.”
“Can’t headbang with headphones.”
“Don’t headbang then!” Steve shook his head, eyes wide as he pulled Eddie’s bedroom door shut with a bang, “Maybe play something that actually sounds good!”
“Motherfucker!” Eddie shoved his guitar down onto his bed and stormed towards the door, flinging it open, “You take that fucking back.”
“No, what am I. Fucking five?” Steve turned back to face him, now standing in his doorway directly across the skinny hallway.
“Metallica is one of the greatest bands to ever exist-”
“You're just making noise!”
“Master Of Puppets is not noise!”
“I don’t care.” Steve stuck his fingers in his ears, “Turn it down, or I’m not making that pasta you like for a month.”
Eddie gritted his teeth, “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you!”
Eddie slammed his door shut. Steve stood there, tapping his foot for a moment, waiting. And then he heard the guitar strings clank, and then Eddie muttering something to himself (“ Turn that down . No, you turn that down. Jackass. Noise . Noise! Who does he think he is?”), and then Metallica started up again, but it was half the volume it was before, and Steve walked out to the kitchen to cook Eddie’s favourite pasta.
When they moved in together, Steve actually thought it might be a good thing. In highschool they butt heads a lot, their ideologies and opinions and interests clashed, and they often called each other snarky names and shoved each other around a bit, and even got into a punchup back in Steve's freshman year. But it had been a while since then, and Steve had changed entirely, and he thought Eddie would have too. I mean, it had been five years since they had last seen each other. He thought it would be a good opportunity for a clean slate. But, apparently not. They just clashed, constantly. Often getting into stupid arguments and Steve didn’t even know why (even though he started half of them). Eddie always played his music too loud, or Steve left his makeup all over the bathroom counter and got eyeshadow on Eddie’s toothbrush, Eddie didn’t do the dishes after cooking, or Steve washed Eddie’s denims that definitely hadn’t been washed in months without permission. They just couldn’t get along, no matter what. Which actually was a real shame, because all throughout highschool, Steve admired Eddie. Eddie was brave, and strong, and entirely himself, and he taught the younger students to accept themselves and their differences and that was something Steve was taught to resent. Eddie was still the same, at heart, so effortlessly himself . But he was also the same, in the fact that he didn’t give a fuck about King Steve Harrington.
But that wasn’t true in the slightest. What Steve didn’t know is that Eddie actually really liked Steve now. He liked how Steve had changed, and how he could admit that he was horrible in the past. An ass. He liked that Steve was an amazing cook and that it was one of his favourite hobbies because Eddie couldn’t cook for shit and it felt nice to have someone shove a full plate of food in his face and tell him he needs to eat because he hadn't all day. He likes that Steve actually knows how to properly wash clothes and the fancy dishes and to clean the furniture and windows because those were things Eddie was never taught to do and his place is actually well taken care of now, and he’d watch Steve, learning how to do those things himself. He liked having Steve bang on his door and tell him to turn “that incessant noise down!” because it reminded him of Wayne. He liked Steve's friend Robin, Robin from band who Eddie thought was strange how she was so close to Steve, but that was the first indicator that he really had changed. He liked that Steve dressed differently. Still in his stupid polos and ridiculously tight jeans and vintage sneakers, but he also bounced around in crop tops and often left for club nights in skirts and glitter. But he kept his walls up because too many times in the past, he had put them down and ended up getting hurt because of it. It was nice to live with Steve Harrington, but he wasn’t planning on making friends with the guy. Plus, that would make it harder to ignore his totally-not-a-crush crush.
It was December now, nearing Christmas. Steve and Robin had been feeling the Christmas spirit strongly, but Eddie had not. Eddie didn’t like Christmas one bit, it always dug up horrible memories from his shitty childhood. When he walked in on Steve putting up a tree in his living room, mounting a silver star on top that looked just like the one his mother would always put up before she passed, he kinda just… snapped. He yelled at Steve and told him to put that shit away, and didn’t explain why because he was not about to tell Steve Harrington the sob story of his abusive dad and suicidal mother. So all Christmas associated things were to be done at Robin and Nancy’s apartment. Steve held a lot of resentment towards Eddie after that argument. What kinda guy gets that angry about a Christmas tree? What kinda guy almost cries about a Christmas tree? Fuck Steves stupid attraction to Eddie, there was no way he would try to bring Eddie’s walls down now. He wanted to move out. And he needed a distraction because now Eddie was playing his guitar on full volume on the constant and it was doing Steve’s head in, and Eddie knew that. That was why he was playing it in the living room. Because Steve was being a total dick and had been ever since that argument and Eddie needed to piss him off, keep his emotions at bay by acting with aggression, just like his dad had taught him (though, never with violence. He’d never, ever hit someone, unlike the bastard that was his ‘father’). And Steve really needed a distraction after that, because apparently Eddie playing guitar was really turning him on and… oh god, it was time to redownload tinder.
—
Steve had one hand on his key, fumbling it around terribly and trying to find the keyhole and shove it in and unlock his apartment door, but it was awfully hard since his back was also pressed up against the door and this really hot guy had his tongue down his throat. Eddie was in the kitchen, snacking on the Christmas tree shaped gingerbread cookies Steve had baked earlier, sipping on hot chocolate when he heard the scuffle at the door. It went on for a while, with a little bit of banging. He was really tired, he did not need an intruder right now. He grabbed the bat with nails sticking out of it that Steve kept by the door for some reason, readied himself, and swung it open. Steve and his boy toy came toppling through the door, and Eddie had to jump back out of the way. Steve’s cheeks were hot pink, and his cropped top was all scrunched and bunched at his chest, he was quick to fix that. Eddie stood in front of the still open door, looking at Steve and the guy now standing awkwardly inside. Eddie crossed his arms, puffing his chest and doing his best to look intimidating, which was really working since he had that dark scary nature about him, and the black clothes and tattoos and heavy boots helped a lot.
“Who’s this?” Eddie asked. He didn’t like when Steve had ‘visitors’. It was a painful reminder of how chronically single he was, and Steve was kinda loud. And whenever Steve had guys over, it was a painful reminder of how terribly insecure Eddie was about his own sexuality, something Steve didn’t know about. Eddie really didn’t like the look of this guy. He was buff, thick muscles in his arms and chest, he had blonde wavy hair that stopped just before his shoulders… oh, and he had lots of rings, and tattoos…. And he wore a bandanna round his head that made him look a little like Axl Rose back in his hay. He was a metal head… a stark contrast to literally every girl or guy Steve had ever bought home in the past five months… or ever, and Eddie liked that even less.
“Oh, I’m Dylan.” He stuck out his hand with a smile… Eddie’s plan to intimidate clearly wasn’t working.
“Eddie.” He shook Dylan's hand with a firm grip.
“You’re not homophobic, are you? Because that would make this real awkward, man.”
“He’s not.” Steve grabbed Dylan by the shoulders, trying to turn him away from Eddie, “At least… I don’t think he is.”
Eddie glared at them both for a moment, “I’m not.”
“Oh shit-” Dylan took a little step back from Steve, “You’re… you’re not the boyfriend, are you?”
“No-”
“No fuckin way.” Steve scoffed, “The roommate.”
Eddie looked at Steve for a moment, ouch , he turned back to Dylan, “Yeah, the roommate who doesn’t wanna hear Steve's pathetic screams all night. I got a headache.” He stepped aside, holding the door open and doing a little bow, “Please leave.”
“Oh-”
“Eddie.” Steve stood in front of Dylan, “Get fucking lost.”
“No.” Eddie smiled, but it wasn’t genuine in the slightest.
“I don’t wanna overstep, man.” Dylan tried to step around Steve, but it didn’t work.
“You’re not going anywhere. Eddie,” Steve smiled at Eddie, “if you have such a problem with Dylan, then maybe you can leave. Go to… Garets house-”
“Gareth.”
He sighed, “Gareth's house or something, then.”
“This is my place, you know, Steve .”
“And you’re a terrible landlord.” Steve folded his arms.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a jackass-”
“Okay.” Dylan stepped into the entryway, “I’m uncomfortable now, so I’m gonna leave.”
“No, Dylan, don’t go-”
“Thank you.” Eddie smiled.
“Look,” Dylan took Steve’s hand, “just, gimme a call when you gotta free place, okay? I got like, seven roommates so-”
“Please stay.” Steve stepped forward, “I don’t wanna take care of this problem myself-”
“Jesus.” Eddie groaned, but he couldn’t help his eyes dropping down to see the tent under Steve’s skirt that had him growing one of his own.
“Uh, just call me, okay?” Dylan lent in for a kiss, “I’d love to take you out again.”
“Yeah,” Steve sighed, “okay. Get home safe.”
“Seeya.” Eddie slammed the door shut before anything else could be said.
“Happy?” Steve turned to Eddie, arms folded and glaring.
Eddie took a deep breath, putting on a massive smile, “Exuberant.”
“Jackass.” Steve scoffed, watching Eddie head back to the kitchen.
“Whore!” Eddie called without looking back.
Steve stormed off to his room, slamming the door shut. He kicked off his sneakers, pulling off his shirt and skirt as he flopped down on his bed.
“ Whore .” He muttered to himself, pulling stupid faces and mocking Eddie, “You’re a whore. Loser. At least I can actually get people. Jackass. Fuckin stupid.”
He removed his jock and began to relieve some of his tension.
“You just- mhph…” He mumbled to himself, “Jackass. You don’t want someone to fuck me then why don’t you just do it yourself. Jesus.”
He heard Eddie start to play guitar out in the lounge room (because he knew what Steve was definitely doing to himself in there, and he was fighting the urge to walk down and listen like a fucking pervert), and that really pissed Steve off.
“Oh, you’re such an asshole.” he started to work a little faster, “Bet you know how fucking stupid hot you look doing that. Jackass. God. I hate you.” he thought about Eddie until he fell asleep.
—
It had been five days since the Dylan-cident, and Steve had called him up for another date in the meantime, inviting him back to the apartment when he knew Eddie had band prac. Dylan was nice, but he realised about midway through the sex that he only took an interest in the dude because he was sorta like Eddie. He didn’t take Dylan’s call the next day.
“Steve?” There was a knock at his bedroom door. Steve was just chilling in bed, in his socks and his jocks and eating doritos and scrolling through tinder.
“Whaddya want?” Steve scoffed back, he was still mad at Eddie… primarily for being so hot and invading Steve’s thoughts which sucked because his fantasies would never come true because Eddie hated Steve.
“Can I come in for a sec?”
Steve took a deep breath and grabbed his blanket, throwing it over his legs and stomach, “Yeah.”
Eddie sheepishly pushed open Steve's door, leaning on the frame. He was all greasy and dirty, clearly just home from work, with heavy boots on and blue coveralls sitting loosely around his hips, white ribbed tank impossibly tight and definitely not white anymore, his hair tied back in a low pony. Steve thanked himself for putting the blanket on. He scratched his chin covered in messy stubble, silver rings catching the light as he did. He looked so tired, it had been a long week. Eddie sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked at Steve, “Sorry for being a jackass.”
Steve blinked at him a few times, Eddie never apologised first, “Ah, what?”
“Sorry for being a jackass.” Eddie shrugged, “I just… I felt like shit after working late, and I thought you were just hanging with Rob. Was hopin’ you’d come home and make my favourite, and… I dunno, we coulda talked. But then you were with Declan-”
“Dylan.”
Eddie fucked up his name on perpose, “Sorry, Dylan. I dunno, just tipped me off. Didn’t want some rando in the apartment outta the blue.”
Oh. That was actually… kinda sweet. Steve nodded, “Sorry. I should have made sure you were okay with having someone over before just… barging in. I’ll let you know when I have a date next time.”
“Thanks.” Eddie nodded.
“You gotta do the same though.”
Eddie laughed, “Yeah. promise I’ll give you plenny-a warning before I bring home my many, many bitches.”
Steve laughed, “Thank you. It will be much appreciated. You're making me jealous with all these girls pouring in and outta the apartment.”
Oh yeah, Steve still thought Eddie was straight… that was probably a good thing, actually, covering up his crush real easy. However, it still stung to hear it, “Oh, you know. That’s just me. Certified slut. Deal with it.”
Steve laughed, a soft smile on his lips that Eddie really liked to see, “You look like shit.”
“Gee, thanks roomie.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “Why don’t you go shower? I’ll make my pasta?” Steve grinned, “We can talk?”
Eddie looked at him for a moment, “Y- yeah. Okay.” He nodded, “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
—
Eddie walked into the kitchen, now in cosy pyjamas with a towel wrapped around his head, jewellery missing (apart from his pick necklace that he never removed). He unwrapped the towel and tossed it in the laundry as he walked past the kitchen, and Steve froze, watching him move, pasta sauce burning in the pan. Eddie shook his hair out, much like a dog, but Steve was captivated.
“Steve?”
Steve snapped out of his trance, “Huh… what?”
Eddie laughed, “I’ve been talking to you since I walked out here, you good?”
“Hmm, oh.” Steve swallowed, “Must have zoned out.”
“Right.” Eddie walked past Steve in the narrow space between the stove and island. He tapped on Steve’s shoulder as he did, “It’s burning.”
“Shit!” Steve quickly tended his cooking.
Eddie grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and sat himself down at the island. He cracked it open and leant on his elbow, eyes fixed on Steve and his little apron as he fussed about the kitchen. Eddie liked watching Steve cook. He really liked it.
“So… what did you wanna talk about?” Steve looked back over his shoulder after getting things under control again.
“Erm… nothing in particular.” Eddie shrugged, “Just thought we could… chat. Isn’t that what roommates are supposed to do?”
“Ah, yeah. I suppose they are.” Steve smiled, cheeks going a little pink at the thought of Eddie wanting to just talk . Thank god he was facing the other direction.
“So… what’s going on in your life?”
Steve shrugged, “Dunno, not much.”
“You're a great conversationalist.” Eddie sipped his beer.
“So are you.” He looked back over his shoulder.
“Touché.”
“Here.” Steve turned to Eddie with a teaspoon in hand, “Taste for me?”
“Aren’t you the chef?”
“Yeah, but it’s your favourite. Wanna make it best for you.”
Steve held the spoon out for Eddie to take, giving him a little head shake insinuating “come on, just take it”. Eddie gave him a little look, and then leant forward to taste. His eyes locked on Steve’s as he wrapped his lips around the spoon, pulling back slowly. It had Steve in shambles. He didn’t expect Eddie to do that!
“It’s perfect.” Eddie smiled, licking his lips.
“O-okay. If you say so.” Steve muttered.
“What, don’t you?”
“I haven’t tasted it.”
“It’s good.” Eddie smiled, folding his arms and leaning on the island, “I’m so hungry.”
Steve cleared his throat, reaching for a couple of plates now, “Yeah, I bet. Long day?”
“The longest.” Eddie rubbed his eyes, “No, I’m being dramatic. It was normal. But this chick would not leave me alone, man.”
Steve perked up at that. Eddie had never, ever mentioned anything about girls… or guys for that matter. Never had someone over. Never went on dates. Steve just assumed he was asexual or something. But, he was pretty closed off, maybe he’d gone through a bad breakup or something. Steve slid two plates over the island, full of creamy chicken pasta, before putting the pans in the sink, “Yeah? Good thing, or bad?”
“The worst. And I’m not exaggerating that.” Eddie mumbled, grabbing his fork and shoving some pasta in his mouth. His little moan and eyes rolling back as the food hit his tongue did not go unnoticed by Steve. It made him feel good, knowing Eddie liked his cooking. The sound also went straight to his dick. Eddie swallowed down his mouthful, shoving another in and speaking over it, “She comes in, a total ditz. You know, blonde hair, pink clothes, fake tits, the whole shebang. Timmy, the fucking jackass he is, tries to over charge her for a fucking oilchange, asking her for threehundred. She was hesitant, but I’m pretty sure she was gonna pay for it, so I stepped in and said I’d do it for her, teach her how to do it herself. Apparently, doing my job means I’m fucking hitting on her or something.”
“Were you?”
“God no, man. Not my type.”
Steve slid into the stool beside Eddie, eating his own dinner now, “Well… what is your type, then?” Steve’s heart raced.
That caught Eddie off guard. He didn’t know how to answer that question. He was working on himself, trying to be more open, trying to accept himself fully. But god, it was scary. He didn’t wanna lie, but he didn’t wanna be honest either, “Uhm…” he swallowed, taking a quick sip of his beer, you , “I guess… I mean, I don't really have a type, perse. But… I like mini skirts, and… I like being the taller one, and golden brown hair.” He didn’t really like mini skirts, but he liked Steves.
“Okay…” Steve nodded, that did not clarify anything… did it? He shrugged, “So… you don’t really bring anyone home-”
“Don’t like dating.” Eddie looked at him, “Like, random people, I mean. And one night stands. Makes me anxious.”
“Oh.” Steve furrowed his brow, “So, what's your opinion on relationships?”
Eddie laughed, “Yeah… let’s not go there.”
“And…. why not?”
Eddie looked at him, “They’re fucked.”
Okay then. Steve nodded slowly, “Girlfriend cheated on you or something?”
Eddie took another bite of food, shaking his head, talking with his mouthful, “Only been in one relationship. I was twenty one, it ended in shit because apparently I am a weirdo freak.”
“Apparently? I thought that was a well known fact.” Steve smiled.
Eddie looked at him for a moment, unsure how to take that. But Steve was grinning at him mischievously and Eddie kicked him in the shin, “Jackass.” He looked back into his pasta, trying to hide his grin, “Wanna know something embarrassing?”
Hang on… was Eddie… opening up? To Steve? To Steve fucking Harrington? Apparently. Maybe it was the twirlie shaped pasta working its magic, “Obviously.”
“No one can know, yeah? This is between you and me.”
“Promise.” Steve pretended to zip his lips.
Eddie smiled, “We broke up, right. Because… I mean, I just… I figured out I was never really that into her. She was just, convenient. And then she got crazy, throwing shit, and started… started callin me a queer-”
“Erm-”
“Because we hadn’t had sex yet.” Eddie looked at him, “I’d been avoiding it for a while, that was her conclusion-”
“Was she… right?”
Eddie was quiet for a second, “I just wasn’t that into her. Was into someone else.” men.
“Oh.” Steve nodded, Eddie was being very aloof.
“Anyway. She was like, fuckin crazy man, started throwing shit. Then she pulled a knife on me, so I said I’d take her back and fuck her because-”
“She was probably gonna stab you?”
“Yeah, basically.” Eddie chuckled, “We made it to the bedroom, things were gettin heated. I wasn’t feelin it, I didn't wanna do it. But, I couldn’t just stop again, and so I went down on her, hoping that would be enough to satisfy. Apparently not. She got my pants off and… oh god-”
“What?” Steve asked.
“I couldn’t get it up.” Eddie turned red, “Not for the fuckin life of me. Flaccid as one could ever fuckin get.”
“Oh, dude…”
“Yeah. she tried, but… nup. Then she dubbed me a weirdo freak with a limp dick and broke it off.”
“Hey…” Steve tried to suppress his laughter, “at least you got what you wanted.”
Eddie scoffed, “Yeah. I reckon.”
“Sorry though.”
“For what?” Eddie furrowed his brow.
“For feeling forced like that.” Steve nudged his knee against Eddie’s thigh, “No one should feel pressured to have sex.”
Eddie just shrugged.
“I’m serious-”
“I get it.” Eddie snapped, and Steve realised he may have touched a sore spot. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Eddie spoke again, “So, how’s David?”
“Who?”
“Blondie.”
Steve rolled his eyes, “You mean Dylan? You're not even trying.”
“Seemed like a cunt.”
“Okay.” Steve’s eyes widened, “He was actually kinda sweet, a real gentleman.”
“Ah huh.”
“Went on another date with him a couple days ago.” Steve nodded, “When you were at band.”
“Okay.” Eddie averted his eyes, distracting himself with his food. Which was stupid because he asked.
“But, he wasn’t very good , if you know what I mean.”
“Ew, okay.”
“Hey!” Steve slapped Eddie’s shoulder, “So you can talk about your limp dick but I can’t talk about my sexual endeavours?”
Eddie nodded his head in thought, “Yeah, okay, fair enough.” He ate some more pasta, “So it’s over?”
“Yeah.”
Good . “Too bad.”
Steve shrugged, “Eh, got another date tomorrow.”
Damn . “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Her name’s Cecilia.” Steve shrugged, “Dunno how it’s gonna go. She’s a Capricorn.”
“Oh god,” Eddie groaned, “you seriously base your love life around that shit?”
“What? It’s true!”
“Ah huh.” Eddie mumbled, “Who would I be compatible with then?”
“Well, what’s your sign?”
“Ahh… the one that looks like a H.”
Steve looked at him for a moment, “Pisces?”
“Yeah. That one.”
“Well, let’s see.” Steve pulled out his phone, searching it up, “You’re most romantically compatible with… Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, and… Capricorn.”
“Maybe I’ll steal your date.” Eddie smiled, “What’s yours?”
“Aries.”
“Well… what’s our compatibility?” Eddie nudged forward a little.
Steve giggled, “Very, very low. In both romance, and platonically.” He leant on his elbow, “Explains why we fight all the time.”
“Maybe this star shit is right.”
“Told you.” Steve smiled.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Meet people.” Eddie shrugged, “How do you just… feel comfortable going on so many dates with so many people?”
“Are you slut shaming me, right now, Munson?” Steve scoffed.
“You know it.” Eddie teased, his socked toes bumping into Steve's shin, “I’m just… I don’t-”
“Wait. So you- you’ve only been in one relationship?”
“Yeah.” Eddie sighed.
“And you met her….”
“School. We were in drama together.” Eddie shrugged.
“So…. have you ever had a one night stand or anything?”
“I tried once, but I had a panic attack. Didn’t see it through.”
“Hmm.” Steve nodded, “How old are you?”
“Twenty five.” Eddie slumped on his elbow, “I know. It’s shit. Runnin outta time and all that.”
“So, you want someone?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Eddie looked at him, “I’m just saying, it would be nice to not lose the ability to form full sentences when people flirt with me in bars and shit.”
Steve laughed.
“I just like… I feel like I have to know them.” Eddie shrugged, “Wanna be their friend first. Otherwise I feel dishonest in my interest towards them.”
“That's… that’s fair enough.”
“But I’m also shit at making friends, so…”
“You’ve found yourself in a predicament.”
“Exactly.” Eddie shrugged, “Though, it’s not that big a deal. If I’m meant to find someone, I will.”
“You call astrology ballshit, yet you believe in fate.”
Eddie shoved him, “Shut up.”
Steve grinned, shoving some more pasta into his mouth, “Hang on.”
“Mhm?” Eddie sipped his beer.
“Are you-” Steve smirked, cheeks a little pink, “Does that mean…”
“Spit it out, Steve. Use your big boy words.” Eddie smirked back.
“You’re a fucking twentyfive year old virgin.”
His smirk quickly dropped, “No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.” Steve laughed, “Oh man. That’s rough.” He slapped Eddie on the back.
“Fuck off.”
“The slut and the virgin. Such an odd pairing.” Steve hummed.
“Yeah.” Eddie scoffed, shoving the last of his pasta into his mouth.
“It’s not a bad thing-”
“You were just making fun of me!”
“What? It’s sweet.” Steve smiled, “Savin yourself for the right person.”
“You make me sound like a purist.”
Steve giggled, “It’s cute.”
Eddie went a little pink, “It’s embarrassing.”
“Maybe a little.”
Eddie kicked his shin, hard.