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When Eddie lunged at him for his teasing, Steve let the momentum land him on his back with Eddie on top, pinning him to the floor.
For all Steve knew, it was just a mock wrestling match, innocent and harmless.
But Eddie’s unexpected strength left him thinking. About what, he couldn't figure out yet.
By the time Eddie released him, he was already half-hard. He had returned to his room and jerked off to the feeling of being pinned down by Eddie.
The next time when Steve was on his back and with Eddie above him again, he just… opened his legs slightly wider than necessary.
He wrapped them around Eddie's waist, welcoming the other to get in closer. He had no excuse other than the heat that pooled in his stomach, anticipating what was to come.
Eddie didn't disappoint. He ground his crotch into Steve's, prompting them both to moan breathlessly.
“Sorry–”
“Don't,” he cut Eddie off and dug his heels into Eddie's lower back. “We're just having fun, okay? So don't think too much about it.”
Eddie gave him a searching look. Whatever he found on Steve's face must be convincing enough, because he had doubled down and thrust his hips until they both came, moaning into each other's open mouths.
Since then, they started wearing only boxers in the privacy of their apartment.
It kind of escalated from there.
Every time, he would let Eddie tackle him to the floor, the couch, and even the bed.
When his boxers ended up soaked with their mixed release, he would try to pretend it didn't turn him on like no other.
But when he ran into a naked Eddie in their bathroom one day, he started having thoughts. Dangerous thoughts.
“What are you doing?” Eddie gaped at him.
Steve threw his boxers aside with a nonchalant shrug. “Just tired of having to wash it all the time.”
Eddie only stared at him, flush pink and leaking, for a few seconds before taking off his boxers as well.
“You're right, we can save more water this way.”
Stifling a laugh at his seriousness, Steve nodded. “Yeah, for the water bill.”
“For the water bill,” Eddie echoed in amusement and settled over Steve, trapping their rigid cocks between their stomachs.
This close, Steve could see the freckles on Eddie's nose, the caramel in Eddie's eyes, and the blazing desire they both shared.
It was a wildfire, this feeling he had for Eddie, spreading in his chest and consuming his every fiber.
Sometimes, he felt like Icarus, flying too close to the sun.
But Steve was a moth drawn to the flame, a burning star that was Eddie Munson.
“Kiss me?” He whispered, hopeful.
Eddie moved faster, making him moan and tremble in mindless pleasure.
Then, hot lips were on him, eating the noises he made, sucking the breath out of his lungs.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie pecked his lips softly once they finished. “Go out with me?”
“It's a date?” Steve perked up.
“It's a date,” Eddie smiled fondly and kissed him again.