can’t get the thought out of my head that Steve had come to terms with his feelings before Eddie did, and it’s so obvious to everyone except but Eddie. touching and holding him at every chance he gets, spending all his free time with him, and then the daydreams start. Steve even starts getting high with Eddie, just to be with him more, and the weed just seems to elevate his day dreams.
One lazy night, the boys are up in Steve’s room, laid out on his bed, passing a blunt between the two of them as they stared up at Steve’s ceiling. finding comfort in the presence of each other, Steve had reached for Eddies hand that laid between him, and laced their fingers together. The boys would throw out comments between moments of silence, (Stevie, this wallpaper is a f-cking eye sore).
Steve had turned on his side now, watching Eddie inhale deeply, the way his cheeks hollowed, and rounded out again as he held the smoke. He watched as Eddie closed his eyes, letting the weed burn in his throat, and rolled his head out over Steve’s pillow, to blow the smoke up towards the ceiling. Steve hadn't even realized he was white-knuckling the sides of his jeans with his unoccupied hand.
Steve closes his eyes, moving to lay on his back again. He needs to get his breathing back under control, because right now, the only image he can see behind his eyelids is Eddie between his legs, jaw locked, like he cant stop giving him head, lips stretched out around Steve’s big-
Steve shakes his head, willing himself to open his eyes. He turns his head, just as Eddie is mindlessly holding out the blunt for him to take. Steve takes it with a shaky hand, glad Eddie doesn't notice, as he brings it to his lips, taking a long drag, letting it out with a sigh.
"What's on your mind, sweets?" Eddie had asked, eyes closed, free hand drumming his fingers over his torso.
Steve paused, taking another hit, counting in his head before he released. "Just thinking about how I've never chain-smoked before, I'm so new to all this."
Eddie let out a quiet laugh, "Chain-smoke? Steve, do you mean shotgunning?"
Steve looked at Eddie, pout evident on his lips. "What? What's shotgunning?"
Eddie was now reaching for the blunt in Steves hand, "Can I just show you?"
Steve had nodded slowly, turning his body to face Eddie. "Course, you can, is it like when you blow out those O-shaped rings?"
Eddie shook his head, letting go of Steve’s hand, sitting up on his knees, Steve’s eyes following him closely. Steve watched as Eddie put the blunt in his mouth, holding it in place, as he moved closer to Steve, pushing his shoulder back so Steve was laying on his back again.
Steves mouth fell open slightly, as Eddie slowly put a leg over his thighs. Steve looked up at Eddie with pleading eyes, as Eddie leaned over his torso, and used a hand to hold Steve’s jaw in place, as he used his thumb to drag his chin down, opening Steve’s mouth more, before moving said hand to lay flat against the bed, right beside Steve’s head.
Eddie used his other hand to pull the joint out of his mouth, brows furrowed slightly, as he held the smoke in his mouth, before he leaned in and released the smoke in Steve’s open mouth.
Steve, who had seemed to have slipped into a state of shock the second Eddie put his hand on his jaw, was brought back to reality as he felt the burn of the smoke hit the back of his throat, and the faintest touch of Eddies lips against his. Time moved in slow motion for Steve, as if Eddie had let his lips linger on his for a beat too long, before Eddie was sitting up slowly, as Steve turned to the side blowing the smoke out.
Steve had to close his eyes again, to make sure he wasn’t having some super vivid weed-induced daydream. But, when he turned towards where Eddie sat, opening his eyes again, being met with Eddies intense gaze, looking at Steve as if he was pondering something. Eddie sits up a little more, holding the blunt out to Steve. “Wanna try now?”
Steve had to dig his nails into his palm until he was sure he had drawn blood, before he replied. “Can I?” He asked as he grabbed the almost roach, from Eddies hand.
Eddie nodded simply, leaning back on his palms, as Steve sat up. “Lay em on me, big boy.”
Steve had let out a soft laugh, at the nickname, trying to ease the nerves. He brought the blunt to his mouth, inhaling deeply, moving it away from his face, as he leaned into Eddie.
Steve’s mind was racing, no way this was just straight-bro activites, no way, he could never have imagined Tommy H partaking in shotgunning with him, so Steve hesitated, didn't even let his lips slightly touch Eddies, as he blew the smoke into his mouth.
Steve couldn’t even grab Eddies face, and he so badly wished he could've, he wanted to grab Eddies face, and keep their lips pressed together, passing smoke back and forth. Steve wanted to discard of the blunt and grip Eddies hair so he could pull on it roughly, and hear the sweet sounds he would make for Steve, and Steve only.
But, Steve hesitated. Steve hesitated because Eddie was straight, and they were just two friends, just doing what friends do, apparently.
Steve pulled back as soon as the last of the smoke left his mouth, looking for any sign of regret on Eddies face, as blew the smoke out of his mouth with a sigh.
"You did it wrong, Harrington." Steve looked at Eddie, confused as Eddie sat up straigth again.
"Let me show you how it's actually done."
"Eddie, the blunts practically all filter now, you won't even be able to-"
"Steve, give it to me." Steve handed over what was left of the blunt, to Eddie, putting his hands up in defense.
"See, Eds, theres no way-" Steve cut himself off watching Eddie pinch the end, as he brought it to his lips, inhaling, as he used his other hand, to grab the side of Steves face, and pull Steve so close to himself, their chests were flush with eachothers, and Steve was worried eddie could hear his rapid heartbeat.
Before Steve could even give it another thought, Eddie was slamming his lips into Steves, if Steve hadn't been so shocked by the sudden action he wouldve realized there was little to no smoke in Eddies mouth to begin with.
Steves body finally caught up to his brain, and he deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to the nape of Eddies neck, and the other gripping his waist. Eddie hummed against Steves mouth, and hooked his other arm around Steve, still holding his face in the other.
Steve was the first to pull away from the kiss. “I wish I would’ve started chain smoking sooner.” Steve said in between breaths, as Eddie moved lower to kiss along his neck.
Eddie sighed sitting up, rubbing at his temple. “Steve, it's called shotgunning. SHOTGUNNING!”
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i have had this short thing in my drafts for a week now and have been so busy trying to perfect the bartender Steve rockstar Eddie fic, and juggle work and school. but!!! winter break is soon so i hope you enjoyed this little thing before i can get back to my longer posts!
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listen i do appreciate the headcanon that eddie’s had a crush on steve since high school, or that he started liking steve during the UD shenanigans. HOWEVER, i sometimes like to think about the idea that he just shrugged steve off during high school, just like steve didn’t pay any attention to eddie. it’s not like they disliked each other, they were just indifferent. eddie having some kind of disdain towards jocks anyway.
after st4 they start becoming friends. steve having robin as a friend, doesn’t struggle to accept his sexuality as much as one would think. ‘i love you just the way you are, so i should love this part of myself too’. so he notices that he has a crush on eddie, and he’s like ‘no big deal, i can be normal about this, i’ll get over it’. he doesn’t get over it.
eddie just thinks he gained another friend. he’s been aware of his sexuality, on the back of his mind but has never allowed himself to fully have a crush on someone when he knows it’d never go anywhere, it’s hawkins. so he GENUINELY just sees steve as a friend, treats him as such too.
they come out to each other, after robin comes out to eddie.
after that steve thinks that if he starts flirting a little then he’ll know if there’s a chance eddie likes him back. eddie, bless his heart, is oblivious to it. he’s never had anyone flirt with him, give him some slack. steve is disappointed when eddie just continues to treat him as one of his buddies. pining and angst unfolds, until steve finds out he actually fell in love with eddie and the man seems to only look at him as a friend.
the way eddie realizes he likes steve isn’t even when steve’s flirting with him (that he only realized after putting things into perspective). it’s when the party is having some argument about the current campaign, eddie looks over to find steve with his eyebrows furrowed and trying his very hardest to understand what’s going on. his chest fills with so much fondness. it’s such a simple thing, but that’s when it clicks for him. after that he just keeps falling.
SO,
steve falls first, but eddie falls harder.
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