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“Un-be-lievable,” Eddie enunciates from the doorway, and Steve jumps, tugging his shirt back down from where he’d been examining himself.
“What?” he retorts, but the game is up. He’s been caught red-handed and red-faced, and whatever luck that’s kept Eddie from noticing before now has obviously deserted him for good. The shirt doesn’t even do a good job of covering him up, because— “So I’ve put a little weight on lately. It’s not that big a deal, I can… I can lose it, easy.”
Eddie pushes off the door frame and stalks towards him, something unreadable flashing in his warm brown eyes. “Yeah, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
Steve’s stomach swoops, both with nerves and because it always kind of does when his boyfriend calls him that. (He’s not used to being on this end of endearments like that—might never be.) His brown furrows in confusion though, because why is Eddie breaking up with him and calling him that in the same sentence? It’s almost cruel, and Eddie isn’t usually cruel.
But maybe Steve just brings that out in people. Tommy and Carol had been sweet as kids, after all.
Eddie reaches him and rests a hand on Steve’s belly where it pooches out over his waistband. Caresses it a little even as Steve’s cheeks flame. “I knew you were gaining, and I knew it looked good on you, but it’s even better than I ever could’ve hoped for. Don’t you dare take this away from me now, honey.”
Honey? That’s a new one. But—oh.
“You, uh.” It’s distracting, the way Eddie is touching him now. Rubbing lazy circles that are slowly dragging his shirt back up, fingertips teasing over the hem to tickle at his skin. “You don’t want to break up?”
Eddie stops, blinking at him with suddenly wide eyes. “Break up? Stevie, no, of course not. You’re—Did you forget who you’re dating here?”
And then, just as suddenly, he slithers down to his knees.
“E-Ed—“
“Yeah, say my name,” Eddie murmurs, nuzzling Steve’s shirt up even further and smacking a kiss right over his belly button. “The whole thing. Eddie the Freak Munson. Say it.”
“I’m not—“ Not gonna call you names. I’m not like them.
“Come on, sweetheart.” Eddie grins wolfishly up at him and smacks his ass, that teasing way he knows always makes Steve’s cock twitch. Then he does it again, but further forward this time. On his belly.
And god help Steve but it has the same effect.
“Ahh—Eddie the… the Freak,” Steve relents, gasping.
“That’s right. And this freak likes the extra give, m’kay?” Eddie gives him another pat before moving both hands down to start getting his shorts open and puddled at his ankles in order to bite lovingly all over Steve’s tummy and hips. “There. Will. Be. No. Losing. Of this.” He kisses the tip of Steve’s now fully hard erection and smirks up at him, licking his lips. “Not on my watch. Because honey, you are unbelievably hot like this, and I’m ‘bout to show you exactly how much.”