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The whole gang had helped Steve decorate his house for the Christmas party and Max had insisted they hang atleast one piece of mistletoe. Steve eventually gave into her after huffing about how it was a stupid tradition and people shouldn’t feel pressured by it. Max had just stuck her tongue out at him and told him not to take it so seriously.
So there, in the archway of the kitchen entrance was a piece of mistletoe.
A few people had got caught under it once the party was in full swing, they either had a little kiss (like Nancy and Jonathan) or some gave a peck on the cheek (such as Eddie and Robin). No one seemed too offended about it and so Steve just forgot about it and enjoyed the party.
Once it got to 10 o’clock the kids of the group started getting picked up or had lifts back home, though Dustin and Mike did not go quietly.
“It’s so unfair, why do you guys get to carry on having fun and we have to go home?!”
“Yeah, we aren’t little kids anymore!”
Steve just put his hands on his hips and gave them a look. They both threw their hands up in a strop and with a big sigh turned around and left. Eddie came up beside Steve laughing.
“They’re such brats” Steve said as he turned to face Eddie.
“Yeah, but they’re your brats.”
Steve just smiled, Eddie was right. They were his brats and he wouldn’t change them for the world….or well, maybe he’d give Mike a slight attitude adjustment.
Steve looked around and realised how quiet it had gotten, “where is everyone else?”
“Jonathan and Argyle are getting high outside by the pool and I think Nance and Robin are giggling on your bed about something or other.”
That made Steve happy, seeing Robin making other friends and being her true self around them. Even if it was his ex-girlfriend, who to be fair he felt like he could also now call a friend. Things had been weird with them after everything with Vecna. But they had a talk and Steve realised that although he loved Nancy, he loved her like a friend. That stage of their relationship had passed and he just wanted her to be happy. He’d just have to find someone else to share his dream of 6 little Harrington nuggets with, though recently his mind had been drifting to one person in particular. Eddie Munson.
They had spent a lot of time together since the whole upside down fiasco. Eddie teased him about his music taste, introduced him to movies he said were masterpieces and talked his ear off about D&D. Steve had helped him with his van, shared his knowledge of cars and even got him to attend some of Lucas’ basketball games. For a long time Steve thought that what he felt for Eddie was just admiration, he loved the way he was with the kids and enjoyed his dramatic flair. But over time he began to realise he had felt this way before, about Nancy.
He had a mini crisis, of course talking to Robin about it all, they had a little cry together and even though Steve was still nervous and scared he knew he couldn’t ignore the way he felt about the metalhead. Steve had no idea if Eddie felt the same but Robin would scoff anytime Steve mentioned it, as though it was blatantly obvious how Eddie felt. He was going to work up the courage to talk to him about it, maybe even ask him on a date. Because he knew that even if Eddie didn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t judge him or ridicule him. Eddie was safe and Eddie was one of the kindest people he had ever met.
Eddie snapped Steve out of his thoughts by asking him if he wanted a drink, Steve had said yes and followed Eddie towards the kitchen. However, he ended up walking straight into him because the curly haired boy had just stopped suddenly.
He looked at Steve with slight worry in his eyes, but also a hint of something else. Possibly want? Steve furrowed his brows in confusion and just stared at Eddie, he was about to ask what was wrong when he followed Eddie’s gaze to above them. Oh, right. The mistletoe. They were stood right underneath it.
Eddie cleared his throat, “it’s only a stupid tradition, we don’t have to actually do anything about it.”
“Right…and it isn’t like anyone is here to be able to call us out.”
“Exactly…”
Steve expected Eddie to carry on into the kitchen but he didn’t move, he just kept staring at Steve. His eyes occasionally darting down to look at Steve’s mouth. Steve didn’t make a move to leave either and all of a sudden he was wondering if Robin was right. Maybe it was obvious how Eddie felt.
“On the other hand, traditions can be fun.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide, like he couldn’t quite believe what Steve had just said. His lips lifted into a smirk and he cocked his eyebrow up.
“You want a kiss pretty boy?”
Steve nervously bit his lip and dared to glance at Eddie’s mouth, “yeah, I do. What you gonna do about it Munson?”
Eddie let out a little laugh and reached out his hand to gently cup Steve’s cheek. Steve felt like his body was on fire and Eddie’s touch felt electric. He looked straight into Eddie’s chocolate doe eyes and then leaned forward, slowly closing his eyes. It didn’t take long before Steve felt Eddie’s lips on his, soft and gentle. Not at all what he would expect from the chaotic man.
Steve felt himself melt into the kiss and then it was over way too quickly. He stared at the beautiful man in front of him, a beautiful blush spreading across his face.
“I think we should do that more often.”