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1.
Eddie had many different types of rings he always wore. All bulky and metal, making the absolute loudest clink possible when he went to grab a mug from the cabinet or a bowl of leftovers from the fridge.
However the one that caught Steve’s eye wasn’t the ginormous pig one on his middle finger, or even the giant cross with skulls around it, but rather the singular (actually rather plain looking considering his style) ring on his right hand’s ring finger. A stone was placed in the center, and it changed colors . A mood ring.
Steve thought it was kind of cool, actually. He was never a big jewelry person, and if he had any less dignity or could cope with the teasing from Eddie ( “You copying me, Harrington?”) he might even buy one for himself.
Lucky for him, he hasn't stooped that low yet.
“So, I was thinking,” Steve said one morning, and Eddie stopped midchew, mouth around his spoon full of cereal to look up at Steve.
It went like this, usually. He, Eddie, and Robin had all moved in with each other about a month ago. Robin was still mid-shift change at her new job, so mornings belonged to Steve and Eddie.
Steve worked afternoons at a car dealership Monday through Fridays. Not many places from Hawkins to Indy were willing to hire Eddie, or maybe they would, but they all (much to Eddie's disdain) mutually agreed that it was too dangerous to attempt that right now. Which left Robin and Steve to cover rent. Eddie carried a lot of guilt for that, so what he didn't contribute in covering expenses of the apartment, he made up for by cleaning up the kitchen, not playing his music too loudly at night (which he usually failed at when he got too into it), and occasionally attempting to make them breakfast on the days when both Steve and Robin were off.
“I was thinking,” he continued, “I’m off tomorrow, how about we go catch a movie or something? If Robin’s not busy she can tag along, but we should hang out.”
Eddie’s spoon hit the bowl with a clank . “You’re finally letting me leave the house?”
“You’re not a prisoner, Eddie, and I’m not your mother, you can leave whenever you please, whether I like it or not.” Steve said plainly, because Eddie was hardheaded. He really just wanted them to hang out, he could do without the theatrics from him at nine in the goddamn morning. “But also, yes. I am allowing you to leave the house, because I’ll be there to keep you safe if somebody were to try anything.”
Eddie’s gaze dropped back down to his cereal silently, and he stirred the spoon around in the milk.
Steve’s eyes caught Eddie’s hand holding the spoon, the usual green hue on the ring’s stone when Steve was around, now a dark red.
Red?
Red?
He had pissed Eddie off by inviting him to a movie?
“I didn’t mean to piss you off.” Steve said flatly.
Brown eyes flickered up to his own again, “You didn’t piss me off.”
“Okay.”
“I want to go see a movie with you.”
“Okay.”
Fucking red. Steve had never had a favorite color, but he now decided that whatever it was, red sure as hell wasn't it.
2.
Steve wasn’t fixating on it, he swears, he wasn’t. It was some stupid ring that probably wasn’t even correct half the time. But Eddie did seem irritated that morning at the table, and Steve hated it. He didn’t know why he cared so much. Robin irritates him sometimes, he irritates Robin, but they love each other so the irritation goes away as quickly as it came.
It should be the same way with Eddie, right? Eddie knows how to piss him off, knows just how loud to play his guitar at four in the morning before Steve has to storm out of bed and yell at him
(“ Hey, Eddie? Can you shut the fuck up? Some of us are trying to fucking sleep.”
“Sorry, sailor.” Eddie said with a smirk and a guitar pick between his teeth.)
And God, Steve regretted ever telling him about fucking Scoops Ahoy, because the nickname stuck.
However that didn’t mean that Eddie could get over being annoyed with Steve like Steve could get over being annoyed at Eddie.
So, sue him for wanting someone he’s living with to like him. It was rather soon to have Eddie move in, them only knowing each other for three months, and the more time they spent together the more Steve thought he and Eddie were actually going to be really good friends.
They ended up not going to the movies and settling for watching Rocky Horror on the couch, which Eddie and Robin enjoyed more anyways, even if Steve didn’t.
Living with Robin and Eddie for a month, Steve has now watched Rocky Horror five times.
He didn’t feel like much bonding was done with Eddie that night though, most of his attention was on Robin while Steve was pushed to the side and they talked excitedly about whatever the hell this movie was. Apparently five times wasn’t enough for Steve to fully catch on to the plot.
Steve, in an attempt to become the best roommate / friend ever (and definitely not wanting to look down at Eddie’s hand and see green instead of red) drove to four different record stores trying to find this new goddamn Megadeth record Eddie has been talking about for two weeks now.
He was on his last try when he finally, finally found it.
“Hey, man, do you uh, do you have any Megadeth by chance?” Steve cringed at himself, he better see green for the rest of his goddamn life after this.
“Just restocked, actually, you’re in luck, pal,” The guy didn’t look exactly like Eddie, but his style was definitely closer to something Eddie would wear than something Steve would. “You’re looking for Peace Sells?”
“Is that- is that the new one?” Steve’s face heated out of embarrassment.
“I take it the record isn’t for you, then?” The guy laughed, and Steve shook his head.
“For a friend.” He rocked on his heels.
“Well your friend’s going to love this.”
Steve smiled and mentally patted himself on the back, and smiled on the drive back home thinking about giving it to him.
-
“Close your eyes.”
Eddie whined, “Harrington, I hate surprises,”
Steve rolled his eyes, “Close your damn eyes, Munson.”
Eddie groaned, using his ring-covered hands to cover his eyes. The ring was blue, okay, that’s good, right? It’s not red, so that’s a start.
“I need your hands to give you your present, dumbass.” Steve’s tone had no bite as Eddie held out shaky hands.
“Shit, dude, you really don’t like surprises, do you?” Steve asked, Eddie’s hands were trembling.
“No, dude , I really don’t, so if you could fucking please -”
Steve pulls out the vinyl, places it in Eddie’s shaking palms. “Open.”
Eddie does.
Eddie freezes.
A good freeze, Steve hopes. Jesus, please let this be the right one-
“Steve-” Eddie breathes out, running his hand over the cover. His tone is impossible to read and Steve’s heart drops to his stomach.
Now it’s Steve’s turn for his hands to shake, he shoves them into his pocket.
“Steve, I-I can’t-” he swallows, “I can’t accept this.’
“What? Why not?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes following Eddie’s hand holding the vinyl.
Red.
Eddie bites at the skin on his lip. His lips bitten red, cheeks red, ring red.
Red. Red. Red.
Steve think’s hes gonna die from embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it, you can just put it with your other-”
“What?” Eddie’s eyes widened, “Steve, I don’t mean it like that- this is fucking - fucking thank you, man, really.”
“Yeah,” If Steve was being completely honest, he was kinda pissed Eddie didn’t just fake appreciation for Steve’s sake. This was the record he’d been talking about for forever , right? How’d Steve fuck it up?
“Steve-”
“I’m going to shower. You wanna cook dinner, or I can, but if you’re not busy then-”
“No i’ll-” Eddie's voice was soft, way too soft, unnaturally soft. Glad to know he was just as embarrassed as Steve. “I’ll cook dinner.”
“Okay.” And then Steve was brushing past Eddie, leaving Eddie to stare down at the album in his hands.
-
The next morning when Eddie didn’t join Steve for breakfast, Steve somehow felt even more bitter. He sighed, turning on the sink to wash his plate. He needed to talk to Robin, have her evaluate and analyze whatever yesterday’s interaction was because Steve felt like he was going crazy. Eddie and Robin were actually way more alike than he originally thought, he learned from living with the guy. They both had similar mannerisms, they talked the same, they didn’t have the same interests, really, but they both talked about them equally as passionately.
A tug on Steve’s sleeve and a mumbled “Harrington,” in his ear made his plate slip from his hands and splash water up onto his sweater.
“Jesus Christ-”
Eddie bit back a smile, but his dimples and shaking shoulders gave everything away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” Steve grunted, and Eddie, the fucking bastard, honest to God giggled .
Steve turned back to washing his plate.
“Ozzy, c’mon, I wanna show you something-” Eddie tugged on his sleeve again.
“Let me finish-”
“Steve-” Another tug, and Steve rolled his eyes and slammed his hand on the faucet to turn it off.
“This better be good,” Steve grumbled, and Eddie was grinning from ear to ear. It made Steve’s chest hurt as Eddie dragged him all cross the apartment to his bedroom
Eddie swung open his bedroom door, and sat criss cross on the carpet as Steve leaned on the wall.
Eddie grabbed the vinyl Steve had bought him, purposely making sure Steve could see which one it was as he leaned forward to put it on the record player, and grabbed his guitar.
He had his tongue out in concentration as he played along to one of the songs on the album Steve had bought him, and Steve’s chest got unbelievably tighter; he felt like someone had poured bees directly down his throat.
He played for about a minute and a half before he leaned forward again, shirt rising up his stomach so high to the point to where Steve had to look away, and removed the needle from record.
He grinned up at Steve expectantly.
“That was- you’re really good, Eddie. That’s good.” Steve said, a bit breathlessly, because the sight of Eddie grinning up at him like this with pride in his eyes was making Steve want to hurl up everything he had eaten earlier.
“Yeah?” Eddie beamed, “You think so?”
Steve hummed, “So I didn’t buy you the one you’d been talking about. I’m sorry, the guy said-”
Eddie cocked his head, kind of puppylike, in Steve’s opinion. “Huh? No that’s- that’s the one, man.”
“You learned how to play that in one night?” Steve didn’t even try to hide how impressed he was, because the way it tinted Eddie’s cheeks pink was worth it.
“Mhm,”
“Have you slept at all?”
Eddie’s grin was going to split his face in half if he tried to smile even wider, “Not even a minute.”
3.
“You’re thinking too much-”
“Robin.”
“ Steve .” She mocks, throwing a fry off her plate at Steve. The two of them haven't seen each other at all in like, two days, so Robin decided to force Eddie to drive her to Steve’s work so they could have lunch together.
Eddie didn’t stay.
Steve tried to pretend like that didn’t bother him.
“He’s like me, Steve. Talk to him like you would me.” She shrugged. She fucking sucks at giving advice.
“Robin. I’ve done more than talk. I went to four stores-”
Robin cut him off with a scoff. “You’re not listening to me, dingus. I’m telling you right now that he absolutely does not hate you.”
“I never said he hated me-” he rolled his eyes, and Robin cuts him off again.
“No but you’re thinking it. So before it spirals more than it already has I am going to completely eradicate that thought from your teeny tiny little pea brain.” Robin stole another fry and leaned back against one of the stools before continuing, “Okay, but seriously, I get it, Steve, really. There’s only so many people who understand what we all went through. Eddie’s one of them, and he’s the only guy in the group that’s your age. You wanna be friends, that’s it,” her eyes narrowed at him, “at least I think that’s it.”
Steve’s hand twitched, he furrowed his eyebrows in question, “What do you mean?”
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand, “Nothing, nothing.”
Steve took a sip of his milkshake and tried to process Robin’s words, because she was right. Or at least he thinks she was right. Usually when Steve doesn’t know what’s going on with him, but Robin can, he just kind of takes her word for it.
“He calls you Ozzy,” she says suddenly.
Steve shrugs, because yeah he does call him Ozzy, because that nickname stuck along with names like sailor and Stevie that he assumes Eddie keeps in his arsenal of things that get on Steve’s nerves. “And?”
“That’s like, the badge of honor in the mind of Eddie Munson. I mean, he’s like, in love with that guy. It’s like me calling you dingus.”
Steve swallowed down a specifically thick sip of milkshake, his cheeks turning a soft pink. “So dingus is affectionate-” he said, trying not to linger on the thought of Eddie’s nicknames.
“No, dingus, it is simply your name. Like Ozzy and other stupid shit we call you. Hey! Maybe you should legally change your name to Dingus Ozzy . It has a nice ring to it-”
“Alright, Robin. My break is up, thank you, please get out.”
She laughed her breathy Robin laugh before kissing the top of his head and throwing away their trash. “Have a good rest of your day, Stevie -”
Steve grumbled (cool, she knew about that one, too) before clocking back in.
-
“You won’t give it a try?” Eddie whines, throwing his head back dramatically.
“Nope.” Steve’s completely unphased by Eddie’s theatrics, he wonders if their downstairs neighbors have also gotten used to Eddie randomly throwing himself to the ground like a child when he wants Steve’s or Robin’s attention, always making a loud thud.
“You hate me.”
Steve puts another piece of popcorn in his mouth, feeling the butter melt against his tongue before contemplating, “Hmm,” he hums, “Only sometimes.”
Eddie throws himself back against the floor again. “Stevie! You wound me!”
“I’m not fucking reading Lord of the Flies-”
“It’s Lord of the Rings-”
“That’s how uninterested I am in reading it, I can’t even remember the title.”
“Whatever, dude.” Eddie picked himself off the floor, dusting off his knees before swinging open the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. “I am going to die of boredom if I don’t leave the house soon, I’m so serious.”
Steve tapped his fingers against the wall, shaking his head a bit, “And do what?”
“I don’t know, fuck.” Eddie grumbled, and he sounded genuinely frustrated, and Steve felt kind of bad. Eddie could leave whenever he wanted to, Steve wasn’t lying about it. He may throw a fit and not be very happy about it, but Eddie was an adult.
“How about we go out for dinner,” Steve proposed before he thought better of the wording. Go out . There’s nothing wrong with that phrasing, right? Was there ?
Eddie blinked at him, setting his water bottle back on the counter. “Like… you and me?”
Steve cocked an eyebrow, “Yes?”
Eddie shrugged, “Sure, whatever.”
Steve’s eyes squinted in suspicion, “ Sure whatever?” he parroted, “That’s no way to talk to a man who’s paying for your dinner, Eddie,”
Eddie blinked at him again, face turning bright red and curse Steve’s stupid fucking self, he looked down at Eddie’s ring.
Also red.
He knew Eddie was sensitive about the whole leeching off of he and Robin thing, even though they both had reassured him a thousand times that it didn't matter because he was safe. And he wasn’t half bad of a roommate either, when he wanted to be nice he could.
Steve felt awful, now. He was sure he could make it better with dinner.
Eddie agreed.
4.
Dinner was going… okay, Steve guessed.
Eddie has this really bad habit of being incredibly touchy around Steve, constantly prodding at him and teasing him, and then mere minutes later he's entirely silent and wants nothing to do with him. Steve knows it’s not intentional, and even Robin can get like that sometimes.
But typically even when Robin doesn't wanna be bothered, she just drapes herself over his lap and tells him not to talk. Steve plays with her hair, and he wishes he could easily understand Eddie like he could Robin.
“Is your food good?” Steve asked him, nodding towards the burger on Eddie’s plate. They loved this diner, it was familiar to the both of them, and on the outskirts of Hawkins to where they usually didn’t run into anyone that would've known Eddie. It wasn’t incredibly fancy or nice, even, but Eddie still dressed up a little.
Or at least did his own Eddie version of dressing up; setting for blue jeans without any holes in them, and a plain black shirt tucked into them.
He looked cute, Steve guessed, but as Eddie stretched against the booth, the tight shirt pulling at his chest, Steve blinked down and thought that maybe cute wasn’t exactly the right word for how Eddie looked.
“It’s alright.” Eddie shrugged, putting another fry into his mouth.
Steve nodded, and they fell into silence again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable either.
Steve felt like he was gonna go crazy, he just needed to outright say it. “You don’t have to keep hanging out with me, y’know?” He blurted.
Eddie cocked his head to the side, and it reminded Steve of a dog. “What?”
“If you don’t like hanging out it’s fine, Eddie. Or I know that you- you’re similar to Robin and sometimes you just –you need to be left alone –and that’s fine! You can always tell me to fuck off.” Steve was trying his absolute damn hardest to play this off cool, to act like this hasn’t been all he's focused on for two goddamn weeks. He was exhausted.
“Steve, what’re you talking about?”
Steve . He rarely called Steve Steve. It was usually some insult or dumb fucking nickname.
“If I piss you off sometimes, you can tell me, and I’ll leave you alone.”
Eddie let out a soft, breathy laugh, and it sounded like he was laughing more at Steve than with him. “You never piss me off, Stevie,”
Steve nodded, staring at the ketchup bottle placed on the diner table like it was the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. “Okay but if I ever-”
“Steve,” Eddie said, voice a little more stern this time, and he grabbed Steve’s hand from across the table. “ You never piss me off.” he looked Steve in the eyes this time, and Steve believed him, for some reason, despite these past two weeks.
“Okay.”
“Are you alright?” Eddie asked, genuinely, and Steve smiled, “Yeah, of course, Ed.”
“Okay,” Eddie nodded before dropping Steve’s hand, and Steve wished he said no if it meant Eddie kept touching him. God, there was seriously something fucking wrong with him.
Eddie was now folding the paper from the straw into tiny squares (fucking crazy how easily his attention could switch to something else), his tongue out in concentration and Steve wanted to kiss him so bad.
He needed to talk to Robin, like, now. He was going to do something stupid at this fucking diner.
Eddie looked up at him through long lashes, tongue still poking between his lips. “Steve?”
Steve’s trance broke, “Hmm?”
“You’re staring,” His tone was teasing, a smirk plastered on his face “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Steve glanced down at Eddie’s ring, a soft pink.
“Never better.”
-
5.
So, Steve has come to two conclusions. Number one being that he needed to kiss Eddie Munson. Number two being that he needed to buy said Eddie Munson another mood ring. Even though he knew Eddie most definitely didn’t care about the practicality, buying a replacement one was mostly for his peace of mind. He’d worry about explaining things to him later.
Surely he could find that ring at just any ring shop, right?
“Do you know any good ring shops?” He asked Robin, whose legs were placed in Steve’s lap.
“Why would I know any good ring shops?”
“I dunno.” Steve shrugged, removing his hand from Robin’s ankle.
“You don’t even wear rings,”
“It’s not for me, it’s for Eddie,”
And Steve immediately regretted saying anything because Robin’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline, a teasing smile tugging on her lips.
“Shut the fuck up, it’s a replacement ring, I think his- I think one of the ones he has is broken.”
“You think?”
Steve buried his face into his hands, he couldn't even explain himself to Robin, how was he supposed to explain to Eddie . “You’re right, its stupid.”
“No, no!” Robin’s voice was gentle as she placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder, “I think it's sweet, but I think you’re supposed to kiss him before you buy him a-”
Steve threw his head back dramatically with a groan, “It’s not like that!”
“Kiss him anyways?” Robin said, giving him puppy eyes. “For me?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“You say such sweet things to me, Stevie bear.” And she was definitely trying to mock Eddie there, and Steve’s face flushed, tips of his ears turning red.
“He has never called me that.” he mumbled.
“Oh, Stevie!” She gasped dramatically, sighing dreamily before continuing, “My big, strong-”
“Shut the hell up.”
+1.
This was one of Eddie’s touchier nights, Steve noticed.
They definitely weren’t fully on one another, but Steve was slouched slightly against Eddie, Eddie’s arm draped over Steve’s shoulder, hand dangling against his chest.
Steve glanced at Eddie’s ring, soft red. Steve grabbed at his hand, messing with the rings.
Eddie smiled down at him, “What is it?”
“I think your ring is broken,” Steve blurted out, and Eddie immediately pulled his hand out of Steve’s grasp to inspect the bulk of metal on his fingers himself.
“Huh?”
“No the uhm-” Steve cleared his throat, tapping his other hand, “The mood ring.”
Eddie looked down at him entirely confused, and Steve felt like an idiot.
“What do you mean?”
And well, Steve didn’t think this far into the conversation because how was he supposed to explain his reasoning to Eddie without sounding like a fucking weirdo.
He sat up a bit, running his hand over his face. Eddie still seemed confused, but his facial expressions seemed equally amused as well.
“I- dude,” Steve breathed out, “I’m just gonna fuckin’ say it,” he sat up entirely now, criss cross on the couch facing Eddie, “Everytime you're around me that ring turns red, like you’re- like you’re fucking pissed at me – and its been driving me nuts trying to figure out what the hell I did wrong. But we’re on the couch together right now and I know you aren’t mad, but your ring – it’s fucking red. But the first few times I saw it happen I genuinely thought I pissed you off, and maybe I did – but the ring- and Robin told me red meant angry and-”
Steve’s mouth clamped shut when Eddie pulled strands of hair in front of his mouth, trying very hard to contain his laughter and completely fucking failing. Steve felt humiliated. What kind of normal person obsesses over something like a mood ring?
“Stevie, do you-” Eddie giggled, fucking asshole, pulling strands over his mouth again, he looked at Steve through long unkempt bangs. “Do you know how a mood ring works?”
Steve blinked at him, too fucking embarrassed to say anything, but at least Eddie found his suffering amusing. He shook his head.
Eddie tugged the ring off of his ring finger, rubbing it in between his hands quickly. Friction. He placed the ring in the center of his palm and Steve watched the purple hue turn red.
Steve blinked at the ring, because apparently he fucking forgot the English language, but he managed to stutter out an “I don’t-”
“Temperature, Stevie,” Eddie told him, cutting him off, his voice soft and timid. He wet his lips.
Eddie’s body temperature went up when he was around-
Oh.
Oh.
“ Oh.” Steve met Eddie’s eyes for the first time, and the once confident cocky demeanor had faded, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he placed the ring back onto his hand. Steve felt like even bigger of an idiot than he did before, because it fucking made sense. God he was such an idiot. He wanted to kiss him. All this time wanting to kiss him and he fucking could have-
“ Kiss me.”
“Wha-” Steve’s whole body grew hot, he thought if he had been the one with the mood ring on it would've fucking blown up, or something.
“Kiss me. Right now. Before I lose the confidence, Steve hurry-”
“I- okay, okay-”
Then Steve was crawling towards Eddie on the couch, and their lips met with a loud smack . It was desperate and wet and Steve only had Eddie pressed against the couch for maybe a second before Eddie was pushing on his chest. But he wasn’t disconnecting their lips, his hands were trailing down to Steve’s lower back, gripping him firmly and basically fucking lifting him until Steve was the one pressed flat against the couch, Eddie now on top of him. Their positions now switched.
Eddie kissed across Steve’s jaw, down his throat and neck to the flesh of his collar bone.
Steve squirmed, “Eddie,” he panted.
Eddie grinned against his neck, and fucking giggled again, Steve was going to go crazy.
“Are you- are you laughing?” Steve managed to form words, but it came out more like a moan.
Eddie completely collapsed against his chest then, his laughs muffled by Steve’s shoulder, then they were both laughing.
“You asshole -”
Eddie nipped back up Steve’s neck and jaw before propping himself up on his elbows on either side of Steve’s head so he could see him, “Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that since tenth fucking grade.”
“ Tenth grade,” Steve huffed, “ You’re embarrassing.”
Eddie cocked his eyebrow at that, as if accepting a challenge, and then ducked his head back to Steve’s neck, licking a stripe up the center of Steve’s throat over his Adam's apple.
Steve squirmed beneath him, and Eddie giggled again at his reaction, “ Who’s embarrassing?” He teased.
Steve ran a hand through Eddie’s hair, “Is now a perfect time to dig myself a deeper hole and say I bought you a replacement ring?”
Eddie’s face turned fucking purple. “Y-you what?”
Steve rubbed a smooth hand over the small of Eddie’s back, “Get off of me,” he whispered into his ear, Steve felt him shiver against his hand, and smirked to himself as Eddie peeled himself off of Steve’s chest.
Steve hopped off the couch, practically skipping into his room to find the replacement mood ring he had bought two days prior, and then tossed it at Eddie on the couch.
Eddie opened the box, and barked out a laugh. “You seriously-” he shook his head, “You were dead serious, you really thought the red meant I was mad at you-”
“I was paranoid, okay!” He put his hands up in defense and Eddie smiled, biting down onto his lip.
“Here, you can take that one.” He said, placing the box back into Steve’s hand.
“You want me to-”
“Well unless you wanna return it, it’s a cute ring though. God knows you need to learn how to accessorize,”
“Alright,” Steve grumbled before taking the ring out, and slipping it onto his right ring finger. Yeah, definitely not his style, but it was kinda cool.
“Sick,” Eddie breathed out.
“Metal,” Steve responded, and immediately felt embarrassed, Jesus, he thought, fucking get yourself together .
Eddie couldn't help himself, he leaned forward to peck Steve’s lips once. Then twice. Then three times quickly before pulling back.
The mood ring on Steve’s finger started to turn a dark red.
“Hey, do you think your ring’s broken, too?” Eddie said smartly, clearly trying to hold back from bursting into laughter, probably at the sight of Steve’s face.
“Get fucked.”
Eddie pushed Steve flat against the couch once more, and kissed him again.
And again.
And again.