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"Sit still," Eddie directs as he holds Steve's chin in his hand, "I am sitting still," he retorts quickly, eyes flinching repeatedly and slightly moving his head to the point of it being noticeable.
"If you were I wouldn't be telling you to sit still." A loud exhale escapes Eddie's nose as his grip on Steve's chin tightens, carefully dragging the burnt up eyeliner across one of Steve's waterlines.
Steve sighs in defeat, "Okay fine,"he says but his brown eyes continue to blink rapidly.
A smirk washing over his face as his lips quickly catches Eddie's who huffs out in annoyance, stopping what he's doing to glare down at Steve who sits in a chair with his back towards the bathroom sink.
"Steve..." Eddie says slowly, feeling all threads ready to snap. "Eddie..." Steve sings with a blinding white grin on his lips,
"I swear you're more high strung than I am." Eddie gives a small shake of his No head as he redirects Steve's chin for the millionth time.
Steve's mouth falls open, mildly offended "I'm not high strung, I can't help it if you look all cute with your tongue out.. trying to concentrate." His grin grows wider as he speaks,
Eddie hasn't even noticed he was so focused on doing Steve's eyeliner and not stabbing him in the eye that his tongue was peaking out of the edge of his mouth for optimal concentration.
Repositioning his feet on the floor as he hovers over Steve's lap, Eddie looks down at Steve in warning "You know this should of taken five minutes... it's now been fifteen.." he arches a dark brow.
"Okay, okay," Steve holds a hand up in mock surrender, that playful smirk refusing to waver but at least he was now somewhat sitting still.
Until he went to scratch his nose.
"Jesus Christ man," Eddie is so close to fuming that he can feel the heat slowly rise with in him, "What?!" Steve exclaims quickly "I had an itch!" He feigns innocent.
"If you move one more time I'm going to-" Eddie shakes his head repeatedly as he takes his lighter to the eyeliner again,
"You're going to what? Hmm? Cause you know I'll like it." Steve leans forward in intrigue, challenging Eddie at the wrong time.
"You little freak." Eddie can't help the laugh that escapes his lips as he moves Steve's head backwards - again and uses his free hand to keep Steve's persistently blinking eye open.
"Me? No." Steve scoffs, tone dripping in sarcasm. "Yeah right. Can't fool me, babe." Eddie muses to himself with a grin, his reaction time with the eyeliner slow as Steve goes to kiss him again.
"Ah shit." Steve brings a hand up to cover his eye, feeling it stab him on the edge of his iris.
"I told you to stop moving," Eddie gloats as he places a small kiss on the eye that was just assaulted by the eyeliner. (Though knowing it was by Steve's own doing,)
"Yeah yeah yeah. Blah blah blah." Steve huffs out, his mouth barely moving as he speaks and head staying in place.. clearly having learned his lesson.
Eddie takes a step back, "See, done. Wasn't that bad." He gestures towards Steve, admiring his work and his good Steve looks with dark lined eyes.
"Felt like an hour," Steve groans as he combs his fingers through his hair, going to turn around to look in the mirror but Eddie quickly turns him back
"Not yet," He says sternly as he plugs in a very outdated, probably-a-fire-hazard hair curler.
"Just wait till I do your hair," he grins as Steve's eyes go wide "My hair? Woah woah woah - we said nothing about hair.."
Eddie fidgets with the settings on the curler as he places a rat tail comb between his teeth "Oh come on, it completes the look.." he states in fairness.
Steves lips twitch left and right, head tilting back against the chair as he looks up at Eddie, "You're lucky I love you.."
A dark brow arches on Eddie's face "Am I because..." his words are muffled against the comb "Don't finish that," Steve says in warning as he puts a finger up in protest.
Eddies lips curl upwards, his eyes crinkling in the corner as he grins,"Yes, sweetheart." He drawls as he takes the comb from between his teeth and places a feather like kiss on Steve's lips.
"Okay so hair —" he quickly gets back to it as Steve sits there dazed for a moment.
Eddie switches the comb for a brush to get a blank canvas going instead of Steve's usual hairstyle.
"Hey, easy!" Steve yelps at the brush grazing against his scalp,"Oh yeah as if I don't touch your hair all the time." Eddie retorts, slightly offended by Steves jumpiness.
"This better not permanently damage it," Steve eyes the curler as Eddie begins to use the rat tail comb in his hair to add volume, not that Steve wasn't good at achieving that himself but this wasn't suppose to resemble his usual perfect hair.
Eddie laughs to himself quietly, back combing some random pieces of Steve's hair, "You are so annoying," he tries to hide his grin as he starts using the curler on Steve's hair.
Steve smiles from ear to ear, clasping his hands together "It's one of my greatest qualities,"he says in pride. "Whatever," Eddie laughs again as he continues to focus on the task at hand.
"It drew you in," Steve states in fact, wiggling in the chair as his smile only grows wider.
"Steve If you move one more god damn time I'm going to strap you to this chair," Eddie glares down at Steve, nearly straddling him as he works on Steve's hair.
Steve's brows raise and lower quickly, "I like where this is heading.." he purses his lips, Eddie inhales sharply - feeling his own eye beginning to twitch. "Just saying," Steve says innocently.
"Does this mean I get to do your hair?" He changes the topic so he doesn't get himself in more trouble, "I guess but.." Eddie starts, still focusing more on Steve's hair than his face.
"Nope, no buts. If I don't get a but you don't get a but.." Steve wags a finger around as he closes his eyes, relaxing into the chair as Eddie continues with his hair.
"I mean. I get yours," Eddie gives a small playful shrug with a smile to match, Steve peaks open an eye "Not what I meant, baby." He mumbles,
"Don't burn me," Steve says quietly, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s hands in his hair even if it was messing up his hard work,
"I'm not going to burn you." Eddie rolls his eyes, quickly pulling his own hand away and flicking is violently “Ow,” he hisses
“What happened?” Steve sits up alarmed, looking around to see if any of his hair had been burnt off “I burnt myself,” Eddie brings his injured finger to his lip,
"Yeah okay no more of that,” Steve points to the curler, eyes slowly trailing over Eddie’s body “though I don't mind this position.." he grins playfully as he wiggles his hips in spot.
"Do you always got dick on the mind?" Eddie lazily raises a brow, turning the curler off and setting it down “Yours.. yeah." Steve gives an absentminded shrug,
"You get mine often enough, how do you have time to think about it?" Eddie chuckles, using the comb in Steve’s hair again, "Just in here, on loop." Steve points to his temple.
"Good to know my dick takes up so much brain capacity," eddie snickers to himself, "Explains a lot doesn't it," Steve grins wildly with his cute puppy like slow blinks.
Eddie rolls his eyes again, biting down on the inside of his cheek momentarily, “Stop being cute," he smirks, "I can't help it!" Steve quickly exclaims.
After finishing Steve’s hair, Eddie ransacks his room and makes it even more messy than it was previously.. doing his best to find the perfect outfit for Steve to match his new look.
“Shirt,” Eddie hands him a black muscle tee with a Megadeth design on it. “Pants,” he hands Steve one of his staples, black Levi’s with ripped knees “Belt,” Eddie hands over his bullet casing belt,
“and uhhh..” Eddie sifts through a bunch of random jewelry on his dresser “Rings,” he grins, handing Steve a ring with a gargoyle on it and another with a classic skull.
"Hmmm. Bandana," eddie grabs a red and black bandana off a belt they’re all looped through that hangs off a nail in the wall, tying it around Steve’s head.
“Great, now I probably look like Brand from the goonies,” Steve mopes as he tries to eye the bandana “And that’s a bad thing?” Eddie raises a brow with a grin as Steve nudges him “I’m just kidding!” Eddie laughs.
"Here's one of my old vests," Eddie tosses it to Steve, much similar to his current one minus it being a darker wash, having a Slayer back patch and stitched together like Frankenstein from much wear and tear over the years.
Leaning against his doorway, Eddie watches intently as Steve changes into the outfit that Eddie had given him. Admiring the body of his boyfriend, which he did often - but seeing Steve in his own style.. he could of swore he was getting weak in the knees.
"This isn't fair," Eddie mopes, looking Steve up and down in the outfit Eddie had picked for him as Steve slides the rings on his fingers,
“What isn’t?” Steve asks casually as he picks up the vest Eddie had given to complete the outfit and slips it over his shoulders.
"How can you pull this off?" Eddie blinks rapidly, “You’re like the - the more metal version of Rob Lowe in St Elmos Fire,” Eddie says through narrowed slits
“And you know I love me some Rob Lowe,” he chuckles as Steve nods “Oh I know,” he grins. "Is there anything you don't look good in?" Eddie asks, not expecting an actual answer because as far as he was aware.. Steve could pull off anything.
"A clown costume probably.." Steve says through a grin “Ugh, ok you got to go back to the old look. Too much of a sexy metal god.” Eddie groans, incredibly turned on but also pained by the fact that Steve pulls it off better than he does.
Steve purses his lips as he grasps on to Eddie’s sides “Yeah and you look sexy all the time." He says in fact, Eddie can’t help but snort at the comment “If you say so"
“It’s true, you’re my sexy metal god.” Steve grins wildly as his lips press against Eddie’s,
"So you'd still bang me in a clown costume?” Steve raises a brow as he pulls back from the kiss.
"I'd bang you even in a clown costume," Eddie laughs in thought, slightly taken back from Steves question.
Steves brown eyes light up "Does that mean .." his grin grows wider, “No. You're not getting a clown costume." Eddie states firmly.
Spinning Steve around, Eddie directs him to his bedroom mirror “Okay, you can look at yourself,"
"I look like I just rolled out of a hardcore hotbox session or a 16 hour concert," Steve leans in towards the mirror, turning his head left and right as he takes in the new hairstyle and dark waterlines.
"Kind of the point,” Eddie comes up behind Steve as he speaks, now placing his hands on Steve’s hips and resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder,
"Right.." Steve looks at Eddie through the mirror, flashing him a mischievous smile
"Now we can both be sexy metal gods,"
Eddie let’s put an abrupt laugh "I uh.. don't think me and sexy or god go in the same sentence," he says as he buried his face into Steves neck “Oh it does,” Steve grins.
"Now my turn..." Steve spins around so quickly that Eddie nearly bites his own tongue, “Does this mean I'm going to be walking around in a polo shirt and khakis?" He groans.
"Has my style not evolved at all to you?" Steves face scrunches up, highly offended by the comment as Eddie gives a small shrug “Honestly it all kind of looks the same,"
"Thanks," Steve’s eyes narrow, tone dripping in sarcasm. “You're welcome," Eddie smirks.
"I only got so many clothes here, not much to choose from.." Steve eyes the chaos that is Eddie’s bedroom, trying to narrow down where his clothes are and quickly giving up,
"But we are going to start with your hair," Steve lets out a maniac laugh like he’s a villain in a comic show, Eddie points sternly towards him “You're not cutting it."
Steves mouth falls open “You think I'd cut it? I love your hair," he says in fact as Eddie keeps his eyes narrowed, “I'm just warning,"
"We are going to... lazy it up a bit." Steves lips purse as he laces two hands through Eddie’s hair and gives it a few shakes,
"There." He grins, Eddie blinks rapidly “Really? That's it?" He eyes his now messy hair in his bedroom mirror,” Well you don't have the products I do so..." Steve sways side to side
"I look like I just woke up," Eddie goes to touch his hair as Steve quickly swats his hand away, "As you said, kind of the point." Steve chuckles,
"Looks way better on you." Eddie cocks his head to the side as he looks at his boyfriend, "Years of perfecting, now..." Steve gives a small shrug before looking for clothes again,
"These jeans and... this shirt."Steve throws light wash dad jeans at Eddie, at least it’s not khakis - he thinks. Also tossing him a blue and red striped polo shirt - always the polo shirts.
Eddie begrudgingly slips the pants on “Why do you have such long legs?” He huffs, the pants being a few inches too long and sitting weirdly on his hips.
Next, Eddie pulls the polo shirt over his head which is a struggle and not much of a shirt on him “And a short torso?” He looks down with his face scrunched up, Steve’s shirt stopping right at his belly button.
"I look like I'm twelve.." He looks down at himself and the ill fitting clothes, lips twisting in disapproval "Well we aren't exactly the same size.. or build." Steve snickers at the sight as Eddie tenses his biceps to see if he can break the shirt “Nope, not going to work.” He laughs.
"I look so boring," he says as he looks at himself in the mirror, “Again. Thanks," Steve retorts,
“You don't look boring, on you it's like uh.. boy next door— on me I look like I work at K Mart and go to church every Sunday." Eddie pulls a sheepish grin, trying to tug the shirt down so more of his stomach is covered but to no avail.
"Yeah I think you should stick with your regular look, though this is kind of growing on me." Steve agrees before looking at his own make over,
"I think —,” Eddie pauses, spinning around to face Steve “We should take full advantage of this look,"Eddie looks Steve up and down as he pulls him in by the hips,
"I swear I see some drool —,” Steve teases as he points to the corner of Eddie’s lips, Eddie rolls his eyes with the smallest laugh escaping his lips “Oh shut up," he grins,
"Not my fault this is like every wet dream I've ever had,"
Steves lips purse for a moment, soft brown eyes twinkling "Doesn't have to be a dream..." he grins wildly, lips pressing softly against Eddie’s whose hands tighten on steves hips.
Steves fingers lace through Eddie’s now very messy hair, their tongues slipping into the others mouth as they both refuse to pause for a well needed breath.
“Fuck,” Eddie’s breathless as he pulls back from Steve’s lips, a knock at his trailer door greatly disrupting both Steve and Eddie. “It’s probably Robin,” Steve sighs, Eddie should be use to Robins drip in visits now but he wasn’t when it came to interrupting intimate time with his boyfriend.
Eddie waltzes over to the door, opening it without thought as Robins eyes go wide, trailing down Eddie’s body before covering her eyes completely.
“Woah, Uhh eddie.. that is way more stomach and pubic bone than I want to be seeing." She squeaks out awkwardly as Eddie looks down at himself, completely forgetting the wardrobe change.
“Oh fuck, uhhh." He looks around wildly as Steve throws him his leather jacket, Eddie shrugs it on and zips it up quickly. “ it’s a long story," he smiled sheepishly, Robin drops her hand from her eyes as she follows Eddie inside.
"A very long story I see -,” she snorts as she sees Steves in Eddie’s clothes,”What are you guys having Halloween early or something?" She quips mockingly,
"Oh shut up, we got bored waiting out the flood warning." Steve gives her attitude right back as Robins brows knit "Flood? What are you.." she begins, Eddie - who stands behind Steve gives her a death glare.
“yes, right… the flood..” she says slowly, gears turning but not fast enough as Steve is already eyeing Eddie and can see liar written all over his face.
"You lied!" Steve picks up a pillow from the couch and tosses it at Eddie’s face, Eddie catches the pillow and lets out a nervous laugh "In fairness it was a pretty bad storm and I didn't want to drive in it." He tries to defend.
"Oooh you're in trouble," Robin grins excitedly "Steve hey now,” Eddie drops the pillow as he slowly backs up, Steve looking like a hunter who just landed on its prey.
"Baby.. let's just uh laugh about this ok." Eddie continuous to laugh nervously as he backs himself into a corner, shit. "You know you're this close to being held back .." Steve uses his thumb and index finger for measurement,
"In fairness most students didn't show up today, I ditched at lunch." Robins head peaks around, extending an olive branch in hope that Steve will simmer down.
“See - see. Nothing to be mad about." Eddie gestures to Robin. Steves brown eyes narrow "You're lucky, this time.." he bites back a grin, "Sorry I can't take you seriously when you look like this.." he stifles a laugh.
"Yeah and you're a bit more intimidating than I'd like now.." Eddie wipes the sweat from his brow, lips gently pressing against Steve’s in his own form of an apology.
“Ugh, get a room.” Robin teases the two as Eddie grabs onto Steve “Okay,” he says excitedly as he pulls Steve into his bedroom “I didn’t mean literally!” Robin calls out as the bedroom door slams shut “Okay, I’m going.” She yells out again, feeling creepy crawlies down her spine.
"Wow this really brings out a whole new side of you — I like it." Eddie grins as Steve pushes him up against the now closed bedroom door, “Good,” Steve breathes out as their lips melt together seamlessly.