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Take it, baby, it’s okay.
Eddie lets out a small whimper, his fingers tightening on Steve’s skin, and he presses his face into Steve’s neck.
Steve runs his fingers through his curls again, tugs at the roots and scratches at his scalp, closing his eyes and inhaling as Eddie’s hands slide across his scars. He plays with his hair for a while. Until the fire burns away, leaving glowing embers and the occasional soft snap.
“Have an idea,” Steve says softly, tilting his head so he’s murmuring right in Eddie’s ear, twisting the ends of his curls around his finger. “Can you wait here for a minute?”
Eddie sighs softly, nodding.
“I guess.”
Steve smiles, pressing a kiss to his temple before he gently detaches them and tugs the blanket tighter around Eddie. He kisses his forehead.
Upstairs, he flicks on lights to find his parents’ room, his eyes skimming past their untouched bed and furniture to their bathroom. They have the best bathtub, wide and deep and surrounded by pale pink tiles. Steve sits on the edge of it while he holds his hand under the running water. When it’s hot enough he plugs the bath and finds a towel.
“Hey,” he says softly when he gets back to the living room. Eddie’s eyes flutter open and he looks up as as Steve kneels in front of him, gazing up at him. “Come with me.”
“Okay.”
He stumbles slightly when he stands, clutching Steve’s hand, his other hand holding the blanket tightly as Steve leads him to the bathroom.
“I thought— I thought it would help you warm up.
Eddie drops the blanket wordlessly, squeezing his hand, and Steve exhales, smiling at him.
“You want help?”
Eddie nods. Steve smiles brighter, stepping in front of him and gently, tenderly, pulling the hem of his hoodie up, but it comes up with the sweaters, and they get tangled as Steve tries to pull them off. He can hear Eddie’s muffled giggling under the layers of fabric, and he laughs, carefully untangling him. When he appears, his nose is scrunched and his eyes are squeezed shut, his hair messy.
“There you are,” Steve says softly, tossing the clothes onto the counter. “Alright?”
“Cold.” He shivers. Steve rubs his arms before he reaches for the drawstring of his sweatpants. Eddie’s hands find Steve’s shoulders as he pushes them down with his boxers, as Eddie toes his socks off. Steve holds his hand to help him step into the water, and Eddie lets out a soft groan that Steve can feel under his skin. He kneels by the tub, running a hand through Eddie’s hair again.
“Feel good?”
“Christ. Yeah.” Eddie’s eyes are glassy.
“I’m gonna put your clothes in the dryer,” Steve says softly, his fingers gracing Eddie’s cheek. He has a scar there, rough and mangled from the teeth of demobats. “So it’s all nice and warm for you.”
“Come back,” Eddie whispers, tilting his head.
“Always.”
It takes him a moment in the laundry room to pull apart the sweaters and hoodie, the fabric stuck with static, but as soon as the dryer is running, he’s headed back to Eddie, who’s leaned against the back of the tub and slid down until his chin is in the water.
“Hey,” Steve says, kneeling by the tub and touching his face again. “How do you feel?”
“I’d feel better if you were in here with me,” Eddie says quietly.
Steve blinks, raising his eyebrows, his hand pausing on Eddie’s cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“Please, Steve,” Eddie breathes. “Need you closer.”
Steve pauses for a moment, his chest aching, before he says a soft Okay and stands, tugging his shirt off. Eddie’s eyes trail over his chest. Over the scars that cover his sides, his upper arms, his neck. Steve doesn’t even want to hide.
When he’s naked he steps into the bath, the water sloshing in the silent room, distorting their bodies. Eddie reaches out to him, his hand sliding over his arm.
“Come here.”
Steve moves closer.
Their legs wrap around each other again, and Steve closes his eyes, sighing.
“I missed you so much,” Steve breathes.
“Yeah?” Eddie says quietly. Steve can hear his smile. “You cry for me, Harrington?”
“Only every night.”
Eddie is quiet, and Steve finally opens his eyes to find him staring. His eyes are shining like he might cry, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“I cried too.”
Steve nods, swallowing thickly.
“Can you touch me, please?” Eddie asks weakly, and Steve reaches out, sliding his hands over his arms, his shoulders, over his chest and waist and stomach and back. The water is warm, and Eddie’s eyes are closed, and he’s swaying with the way Steve’s hands are pushing him around gently, and he lets out a soft, broken noise that’s almost a moan.
“You feel so good,” Eddie says softly, his hands finding Steve’s legs under the water, sliding over his skin slowly.
“Yeah?” Steve breathes, sliding a hand to the front of Eddie’s neck, his palm to his throat. Eddie hums, whimpering, his expression shifting into an almost-frown, like he’s going to cry.
“Steve,” he chokes. “Say it again.”
Steve squeezes his throat gently, watching Eddie’s lips part as he gasps. He leans closer, until their noses are almost brushing.
“Baby,” he breathes. He smiles when Eddie’s lip trembles and his cheeks flush pink. “Is that what you want?” he whispers. Eddie’s breaths are echoing around the room with the quiet slosh of the water as Eddie’s hands slide up Steve’s sides, over his scars. “You wanna be my baby?”
Eddie nods, his lip trembling again.
“I want that too,” Steve whispers. “Want you to be mine.”
Eddie takes a soft gasping breath, and a tear escapes his eye as he nods again. Steve smiles, wiping it away, but he just makes his cheek more wet with the bath water.
“Yes,” Eddie says softly, crying. “Yes, please.”
Steve kisses him.
It’s a short kiss, hard and lingering, and Steve’s fingers tighten on his neck. Eddie gasps when they part, his eyes opening, glassy and tear-filled, and Steve smiles at him, nodding. Eddie stares for a moment, his lips spreading into a slow smile, and he lets out a tearful laugh.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, laughing softly. “Holy shit.”
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tony: —anywho, i just wanna call in, and voice my support! you know, like a—like a good old—man. iron man. I'm young.
nancy: aww, thanks tony!
doreen: hey, uh, tony stark, famously busy avengerbillionaireplayboyphilanthropistceo, uhm... how'd you know to call us? :)
tony: oh! uh. JARVIS told me about it.
doreen: [practically grinning at this point] your military-grade AI told you about our student radio show? wait, he interrupted your important avengers work to tell you to call us, right away?
tony: i May have been listening inside the suit,
doreen: haHAAA, i KNEW it
tony: well there's no shame in that! sometimes iron man has some downtime flying from coast to coast! and, you know what? listening to kids in their early 20s helps me keep my slang up-to-date. that's important when you're— [LOUDLY CLEARS THROAT] years old. and denying the. reality of your. aging body—
doreen: HAHA, OLD MAN STARK!! tuning into a college radio inside a flashy red hot-rod suit he sculpted to have metal abs! no early midlife crisis there at all, bud...!
tony: [pauses for a second]
tony: eexactly! perfectly well-adjusted—[laser explosion noises] hoookay, gotta go, MODOK's getting antsy i'm talkin' to you instead of listening to him monologue
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