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It was just too easy.
A brush of a touch here, an “accidental” poke there, a flirt that borders just a touch too teasing to not be noticed. It didn’t take much to get Eddie riled. And with how much energy was balled up in that man, when Eddie got riled, he got jumpy .
Honestly, Steve thought it was fucking adorable. The way he tracked Steve’s hands, the way he’d go a subtle pink at the slightest provocation, the way he’d jump if Steve touched him too gently, the way his eyes went wide with disappointment when there was no follow-through. In Steve’s opinion, it should’ve been illegal for a grown man to be that fucking cute.
And yet here they were.
As usual, Steve’s parents weren’t home, and Eddie had had no qualms coming over to keep him company. They were having a movie marathon that the two of them were paying only the barest attention to, because Steve had decided to play his game. The one where he toyed and tugged and teased until Eddie was just a vibrating ball of ticklish tension.
And now, Steve had him primed. Legs bouncing, fingers tapping, eyes darting. He constantly shifted positions, and each one left him more vulnerable than the last. Steve’s fingers were itching to drive Eddie out of his mind, but at the same time, the way he squirmed was just too good to give up.
Eddie was the first to break, this time. “Are you gonna do it or not, Harrington?” He snapped.
Steve lolled his head lazily against the back of the couch, raising an eyebrow. “Do what, Munson?”
“Don’t play cute, dumbass.”
“No, I think that’s you.”
Eddie presses his lips into a thin line. “I won’t ask.”
Steve snorted. “Yeah, I think you already did. But I could make you ask again.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t pout, man, come on.”
“I’m not pouting .”
“Uh, you kind of are.”
Eddie glared at him.
“Alright, Eddie, come here.”
Eddie raised his eyebrow and scoffed. “Really?”
Steve rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the fond grin on his face. “High maintenance,” he muttered sarcastically.
And then Steve launched himself across the couch, pressing Eddie down against the cushions with a smirk. A grin was clearly already tugging at Eddie’s mouth, and though Steve was tempted to claim it with his own, he had a promise to keep first, and he wasn’t about to muffle his own reward. That could come later, after the first handful laughs had burst out, so Steve could drink it in straight from the source.
And the best part about riling Eddie until he was coiled up like a spring?
He was so much more sensitive when they finally got to the main event.