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January 6th 1986
"You ready?" Steve looks at Eddie, dragging his eyes up from the way Eddie’s arms look in the tank top, locking his eyes with Eddie's. He flushes at Eddie's smirk, caught red-handed . When you look at Eddie you don’t expect such a body, strong arms, and broad shoulders. Eddie isn’t incredibly muscled but it’s enough to make Steve weak at the knees.
"Like what you see, pretty boy?" Eddie purrs, thick with adoration.
"Shut up."
Eddie grins, "Since you're done with your ogling ," Steve feigns hurt, "Let me show you the pleasure of shotgunning a joint! Are you ready, doll?" Steve feels his face warming up. He nods bashfully, feeling shy.
Who wouldn't feel shy when your jaw-droppingly beautiful boyfriend says that.
Steve situates himself on Eddie's bed, sliding to the edge while Eddie, places the joint in his mouth and lights it with practiced ease. Steve watches him take a hit, tilting his head back as he exhales. Steve doesn't have much experience with weed, only recently trying it after he started dating Eddie, he's glad he got to try it with Eddis's guidance. Steve looks at the expanse of Eddie's neck, mesmerized by the lovebites he left there only half an hour ago. Eddie looks at him and smiles, walking toward him, towering over him.
Eddie tilts his head up, Steve can't seem to make his blush disappear. Eddie lifts the joint to his mouth, breathing in the smoke.
Eddie leans down, using his thumb to nudge Steve's mouth open. He blows the warm smoke into Steve's mouth, "Breathe in and hold it until I tell you otherwise but let it out if you feel like you can't do it okay?" Eddie's voice is dripping with love and gentle warmth and Steve is drowning in it. Steve holds it, he relishes in the warmth, the slight burn at the back of his mouth, dipping into his throat.
Eddie prolongs it as long as he deems it safe. Which is just over fifteen seconds, but to Steve it feels like it could've been half an hour. "Exhale, baby. Don't do it too fast." Steve obeys, letting his mouth open, he feels his eyes prick with tears at the smell blowing up his nose. Eddie watches him as he expertly blows rings into the air. Eddie leans back down and captures his lips, Steve drinks up the affection greedily. He relishes in the taste of Eddie’s chapstick, the taste of the joint on his lips. The kiss is quick and Steve finds himself trying to follow Eddie's lips as he pulls away, Eddie grins.
"Patience, baby."
Steve says nothing, stealing the joint from Eddie’s fingers and taking a hit. He makes a show of it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes, using his free hand to prop himself up on the bed as he blows the smoke into the air. Steve knows Eddie can't take his eyes off him, can't take his eyes off the hickies lingering on his neck. He feels Eddie take the joint back, he hears the telltale sound of Eddie inhaling, he opens his eyes and lets his jaw go slack with his mouth sliding open. Eddie leans over him and blows into his mouth.
Steve feels the high coming, it floods his body and clouds his senses, he's clumsy and bold. They make their way through the rest of the joint and finally Eddie’s lips are back on his.
It's heated and dripping with intimacy. It is far from sexual, they know better than to do anything under the influence. It's sweet and the room is filled to the brim with pure love. Eddie straddles him, planting his knees on each side of Steve’s thighs. Steve pulls away, grinning. He plants a chaste kiss on Eddie’s cheek, and then another, and another.
When they’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, surrounded by the blankets on Eddie’s bed, Steve says it;
He’s burying his face into Eddie’s chest, “I love you, Eddie.”
Steve hears Eddie’s breath hitch, he holds his breath and tries to steady his nerves. He thought it was now or never. Eddie sits up and Steve is pulled into a kiss.
“God, I love you too, Stevie.” Eddie gasps out, his eyes tracing the figure of his boyfriend. He’s wearing one of Eddie’s shirts, one of the Hellfire Club’s prototype shirts. He has no pants on, opting to wear just his boxers. Eddie thinks he might die from how much he loves Steve. He loves his pretty smile and soft words, his jokes, and how bright he burns with love.
Steve surges forward, hugging his boyfriend. “I love you. I love you so much, I love you I love you-” Eddie kisses his neck and rubs his back. “I love you more, sweetheart. I got you.”
They stay like that for a long while, soaking up each other's embrace. Steve has one hand in Eddie’s hair, twirling a curl. His other hand is fiddling with one of Eddie’s rings that he keeps on his thumb. Eddie rubs his back and plants kisses on Steve’s neck.
Eddie feels Steve slump against him and laughs, “Tired, dollface?” He gets a muffled groan in response. Steve supposes that confessing your love for your boyfriend is a tiring job. Eddie situates them back to how they were before, Steve rests his head on Eddie’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Eddie keeps a hand on Steve’s side, absentmindedly rubbing it back and forth. Steve props his leg over Eddie’s hip and Eddie moves his free hand to rest on his bare thigh, tracing random shapes. Steve smiles at the shapes, their initials, hearts, and stars. Eddie hums, a telltale sign that he is close to sleeping, he plants a kiss on the top of Steve’s head, mumbling a “Goodnight sweet boy.” Steve feels like a high school girl and grins. He nuzzles his head into Eddie’s chest.
“G’night, Eds ”
Steve sleeps better than he has in a long while that night.