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Sometimes Steve misses the times, when he has not cared about Eddie "The Freak" Munson at all.
The times, when in his not-so-lucky love life were only babes. Easier times.
It's not that he wanted Eddie out of his life, no, not at all – having him around was pretty fun, actually. Even including the moments, when he didn't shut up about D&Ds and other nerdy stuff he's into.
He wasn't the problem, the realisation comes to Harrington's mind one day.
Steve was.
He never actually considered the fact of him being... Queer. Even a tiny bit. There wasn't a single man in his entire life to question his sexuality. At least, there wasn't until Eddie Munson happened.
And it's been... Pretty hard to accept, actually.
But the way Eddie looked at him was keeping him up at night. Not only that – eventually, everything about him started keeping him up, looking at the ceiling, thinking. Dreaming. About being able to freely touch that curly hair, hold him in his arms... All he wanted to know was how Munsons lips tastes like.
And those thoughts drove him crazy. He wondered, if Robin had the same experience. The only way to know was ask, but he didn't have the courage at the end of the day. Because, in that case, he needed to say that out loud.
"I think I feel in love with Eddie Munson." murmured Steve to himself one time when he was alone, thinking about him again.
When he said that, accept that was... A little bit easier, for a reasons unknown. One day, he wanted to say that louder. Say that to the man himself.
And, well. One night he's actually went with it.
"I think I'm kinda in love with you, man." Sayed Steve out loud, completely wasted, right into Eddies face, when he dragged his drunk ass to the couch. Sudden confession caught guitarist of guard, making him literally drop Harrington on the couch with a loud creaking sound.
"The hell?" Eddie sat down on the floor, right by the couch, looking him straight in the eyes. "And thats why you came to my van, completely wasted, in the middle of the night? Did I catch that right?"
"Yeah?..."
"Oh my god."
Eddie laughed. In fact, that loud, that Steve might has been a little worried.
"You're such a dork. Seriously, man." Munson looked... Happy? Sort of. Or maybe he just cannot believe in bullshit like that.
"And you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you... Like me?" Steves voice cracked a little, while he was trying to get comfortable on the couch, just to not look at Eddie right now.
Eddie reaches to his lips, quietly, kisses him in the corner of the month – it's tasted like a cheap booze.
"Let's talk about this at morning, shall we?"
"... Yeah. Yeah, right." Steve nods, looking at Eddie with his eyes wide open, pleasantly shocked.
“Good night, princess. Don't puke on the floor, kay?"
"Of course".