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Elio had brought him a beer.
And then a couple more for good measure but the bar hadn’t really been the right ambience for catching up so.
They’d ended up back at Elio’s place, and there’d been a couple more beers, and a fair bit of talk and it’d started feeling like they’d only seen each other yesterday and maybe the beer had done a lot of heavy lifting Eddie had started to feel… relaxed.
(For once)
Even if he’s trying not to think too hard about things like Elio’s hands as he toys with the tab on his beer can, his throat as he swallows, his tongue flicking over his lips.
His lips.
Fuck
“So…” Elio tilts his head as he leans back, one arm behind his head and he tries not to think too much about his hair of all things, “You’re sticking around then?”
He tenses his hands, as he remembers how soft those blonde waves feel.
“Yeah,” He clears his throat and shrugs, “Gonna try at least,”
“Good,” Elio sighs and Eddie swallows again as he gets a glimpse of stomach as his cut off t-shirt rises up , “Hoped you’d come back,”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” He shrugs and then grins, “Why wouldn’t I? Not everyday someone tall, dark and handsome comes my way,”
Oh boy.
He fiddles with the tab on the beer can, there’s a weird metallic noise he can never describe properly as it shifts up and down until he presses a little too hard and, oops the metal tab disappears into the bottom of the now empty can.
“Mind if I crash here?” He abandons the can on the coffee table, joining the others.
Elio snorts, “Of course? Wouldn’t be much of a host if I kicked you out at this hour,”
“Thanks,” He swallows, “This seems like a real comfy couch,”
“Oh,”
“What?”
“Sure if you want the couch but” He leans in closer, “I do have a bed,”
Eddie…
Eddie has several things wants to say, wants to do but they all seem to come at the same time, too fast and so he does none of them.
“Eddie?” Elio swallows, “Shit,” His eyes widen, “Sorry, I… we don’t have to do anything,” He sighs.
(But he does want to do anything, he wants to do so many anythings)
“I just,” he leans back a little more, “Ugh, sorry I… thought” he shakes his head.
And as often happens in the life of Eddie Munson.
Eddie Munson goes fuck it.
It’s not graceful but he for a lack of a better word, he pounces. Elio pressed into the armrest of the couch as he leans over him. Eyes meet for a brief moment, (those eyes) before Eddie pulls him into a beer tinged kiss (those lips), shuddering as Elio’s fingers (those fingers) get a grip on his hair.
The kiss seems to be an eternity but also isn’t anything near long enough.
They break for air, both panting.
“Yeah, you do have a bed,” Eddie grins down at him as Elio runs a thumb over his bottom lip and then.
Eddie yawns. Eddie groans.
Elio chuckles as he cups his cheek, “It’s late,”