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Eddie thought he was going to die.
Because seriously, Steve and crop tops? A killer combo.
And here, in a Metallica crop top and snug jeans, Steve was bopping on the dance floor, so carefree and sexy that it drove Eddie up the wall.
Nope, he wasn't annoyed when some guys sidled up to grind against Steve like animals.
Just… Jesus H. Christ.
When the fuck did Steve get a belly piercing?
With a thumbs up from Gareth, Eddie inhaled deeply and sauntered to the dance floor as confidently as possible.
“Hey,” Steve smiled over his shoulder.
Pretty.
Eddie wanted to lick him. Or kiss him.
“Hey yourself,” Eddie smiled back and put his hands on the waistband of Steve's jeans. “May I dance with you?”
It sounded utterly ridiculous. Like they were in prom and not in the middle of a gay bar with music blasting their ears off.
Despite that, Steve still pressed his back to Eddie's chest and guided Eddie's hands up to grab his naked waist.
“Thought you'd never ask.”
Eddie couldn't say anything. Because his brain had short-circuited by the soft and sweaty skin beneath his fingertips.
His hands couldn't help but wander, scratching lightly at the happy trail and earning a soft chuckle from Steve.
“Where did this come from?” Eddie toyed with the rhinestone cherry dangling just below Steve's navel.
“Robin took me to Chicago on my birthday and we got this together,” Steve answered easily while swaying to the music, grinding his ass against Eddie’s clothed half-boner.
If God was real, then she was Robin Buckley. Eddie fucking decided.
Tightening his grip on Steve's waist, he grazed his teeth on Steve's pulse point. “It suits you, sweetheart.”
“Yeah?” Steve moaned and craned his neck aside. “There's also a rose gold one on my left nipple.”
Eddie checked immediately and true to Steve's word, he found it beneath the thin fabric.
Fuck.
He pulled Steve out of the bar and moments later, he found himself kissing the daylights out of Steve in his bed.
Once they parted, Eddie was pushed onto his back with Steve straddling him.
“Hi,” Steve smiled down at him, hips undulating artfully and driving Eddie crazy.
“Baby,” he choked, grabbing and pulling Steve down on his aching cock.
“Shh,” Steve stroked his cheek gently. “Let me make you feel good, okay?”
Eddie nodded and when Steve moved again, slow and sultry, he was a goner.
It was embarrassing how fast he came, but he couldn't care less when Steve looked so beautiful above him. Like an angel.
“Let's date,” Eddie blurted out sometime later while they were cuddling.
“You're not joking?” Steve arched an eyebrow.
“No,” Eddie shook his head. “I mean you're beautiful and totally out of my league but–”
His rambling was cut short by tender lips.
“You’re lucky you're cute,” Steve smiled between the kiss. “Just treat me right and I’ll be all yours, honey.”
And since Eddie lived to serve, he had spent the rest of his life giving his baby everything, including his heart.