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“Jesus H. Christ, it is too damn hot outside,” Eddie whines, fanning his face that has definitely been just as sunburnt as the rest of his body. Not that Steve didn’t mother-hen him into putting on sunscreen; He tried, but his skin just seems to burn no matter what.
“We were just in the pool, you’re already melting again?” Steve chuckles, arms folded underneath his head as he lays across the pool chair on his stomach. His hair is raked back and soaked with pool chemicals, there’s still a bit of sunscreen not rubbed in on his shoulders, and his shorts (while probably designer) are definitely not his style anymore. With the sunshine, he couldn’t look more perfect.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t made for this weather,” Eddie huffs, “You’re lucky I found this old swimsuit at all.”
“I would have been just as lucky if you didn’t.”
Eddie’s head snaps to gawk at him.
Steve doesn’t even spare so much as a glance over to witness the impending heart attack Eddie is positive will hit him in the next thirty seconds.
“Wh- you can’t just say stuff like that, man!”
Steve grins and pulls his sunglasses down to rest on his nose, “Why not?”
Oh, Eddie was gonna smack that smug look right off his stupidly kissable lips—
“Because! You don’t just say that stuff so-,” Eddie snaps his fingers a couple times to think of the word, but the answer doesn’t make it through the synaptic misfires caused by his totally-obvious crush. He huffs, defeated. “Well, like it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Of course I mean it,” Steve frowns and sits up, “It’s the truth. I’d enjoy spending time with you whether we went swimming or not.”
The simmering metalhead furrows his expression. “Wait, that’s all you meant?”
“Yeah? What’d you think I meant?”
Horror washes over him like he’s back in the pool.
“NOTHING.”