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Steve huffed "my facial hair has grown," he said.
"It suits you, big boy," Eddie said teasingly.
Steve blushed at the compliment.
"Yeah but I prefer when I'm shaved—"
"Then go shave?" Eddie said and drank some water.
"Shaving is so boring," Steve complained.
"You need to shave though if you want to get rid of your facial hair,"
The taller man huffed again.
Eddie pressed a cigarette between his mouth before lightning it up.
He took a puff and smiled at Steve.
"You want me to shave you, Harrington?" He asked.
Steve scoffed "I don't need you to shave me, I can do it myself," Steve said and glared at the metalhead.
"Go on then," Eddie mocked and took another puff from his cigarette.
Steve gritted his teeth and went to the bathroom.
Eddie got up from the couch and followed Steve.
He stood at the door frame as he looked at the other man who had gotten a razor.
"Why are you looking at me?" Steve spat out.
"Aggressive much, big boy?" Eddie asked.
"Shut up, freak,"
Steve put some shaving foam on his face before spreading it.
He cleaned his hand and grabbed the razor.
Eddie took a puff from his cigarette and kept staring at the taller man.
"What's wrong?" Eddie asked and smiled.
"Nothing," Steve said through his teeth and tried shaving his face.
He probably cut himself because he winced in pain.
"I told you, let me do it for you," Eddie said and walked towards Steve.
"I can do it myself," Steve said and turned around.
"You hurt yourself, Harrington," the metalhead mumbled and took the razor.
"I'll be careful, okay?"
For some reason, Eddie was tender with Steve at that moment.
He slowly shaved Steve — his eyes darted on the taller.
"you're pretty," Steve blurted out.
"What?" Eddie asked and stopped what he was doing.
"Nothing—" Steve mumbled.
Eddie could feel himself blush.
He continued shaving him, the motions were slow and gentle, as if he didn't want to hurt the younger.
He opened the faucet and cleaned the razor before closing it again.
He took a puff from his cigarette and started shaving Steve's mustache and while he was at it, he put his free hand behind Steve's head.
"You're not bad at this, Munson," the taller man said and smirked.
"Definitely better than you,"
"You talk too much," Steve said.
Eddie finished shaving him and handed him the razor.
"Now clean that handsome face of yours,"
Steve blushed and put the razor next to the sink before washing his face.
"Do you have an aftershave?" Eddie asked, only then he noticed that the ash from his cigarette had fallen on the floor.
"I do," Steve replied and took a small aftershave bottle from his cabinet.
He applied some on his face and felt the burning sensation, especially on his cut.
"There you go, you're all clean now, pretty boy," The long-haired man said and put away the cigarette.
Eddie grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt before pressing his lips against the younger's.
Steve was taken by surprise yet he kissed him back and put his arms around Eddie's waist.
Eddie smiled between the kiss and wrapped his arms around Steve's neck.
He pulled away and smirked "you're good at kissing, Harrington,"
"I can say the same about you,"
Eddie kissed him again, this time it turned into a sloppy make out session between the two.
Steve put his hand underneath the older's shirt, making him let out a small whimper.
Eddie pulled away — his cheeks were crimson red.
"You taste like cigarettes," Steve said teasingly.
"Shut up, Harrington—" Eddie said before Steve kissed him with a stupid smile on his face.