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Chapter 9

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Steve woke up to Eddie carrying him to his bed.

Lips were on his forehead, his eyes were closing again.

He would’ve thought he dreamt it if not for the fact that he woke up in his bed, Eddie curled around him, his alarm loud enough to echo around the room.

Eddie tightened his arms around him, nudging his nose in between Steve’s neck and shoulder and breathing in.

When he exhaled, Steve giggled and scrunched his shoulders up.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Eddie mumbled against his skin, voice rough with sleep.

“Mornin’.”

“So cozy.”

“Mhmmmm.”

They stayed like that for another few seconds before Steve shifted out of Eddie’s arms, shutting off his alarm and curling back up against Eddie’s chest.

“Gonna get up?”

Eddie’s voice rumbled against Steve’s ears, the vibrations from his chest keeping Steve relaxed.

“Do I have to?”

“You’ve got work, sweetheart.”

“Rather be with you.”

And he did. He wanted to stay right in this spot for the rest of his life, be held by Eddie so he could only see, feel, hear, smell, and taste Eddie.

“I know, but you gotta see your kiddos.”

He liked that Eddie knew how special his job was to him, that he saw how much he loved it and cared about the kids he worked with.

“They’ll understand. They’ve wanted me to get a boyfriend for the whole school year.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, breath fanning Steve’s hair slightly.

“I guess you better tell them you’ve met their standards then.”

“Ah, but have you?”

“Welllll…have I?”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“And how will we do that?”

Eddie’s fingers were tracing patterns along his back, his mouth moving against the top of his head as he spoke.

“You’ll have to visit me at my office.”

“Oh? And what will we do to prove that I’m worthy of you? Should I bring flowers and a picnic basket full of food? Or rent out the auditorium so I can sing to you in front of the whole school? Maybe I should spell out our names in a heart on the football field?” He peppered Steve with kisses in between each ridiculous question, making Steve laugh.

He felt so carefree, so light.

He felt like sunshine.

“If you ask some of my students, they’d say all of the above and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“They love you a lot,” Eddie said as he pulled back, looking down at Steve with the fond smile he’d grown to recognize.

“Yeah. I love them a lot, too,” he smiled up at Eddie, eyes still heavy from sleep.

“Stevie?”

Eddie suddenly looked nervous and Steve’s sunshine dulled, clouds coming in to surround him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember what you said last night when you were falling asleep, sweetheart?”

He racked his brain trying to think of anything he could have said last night. He was really exhausted after everything, the memory of Eddie’s hands on him making goosebumps raise on his skin.

“I don’t think so. Was it embarrassing?”

“No. Not to me,” Eddie took a deep breath. “Don’t panic okay? You don’t have to panic.”

What the hell did he say? Why would he panic?

Now he was panicking.

Eddie’s hands rubbing up and down his back weren’t even helping.

He felt his breath becoming shorter and less frequent, his chest squeezing, heart racing.

He felt his hands tingle and his feet lose feeling.

He started to get tunnel vision.

And then Eddie’s fingers were gripping his chin tight, making him focus on his face. The grip was probably enough to leave bruises if he stayed long enough, but he knew Eddie would let go as soon as he had all of his attention.

“What did I say?”

Steve whimpered. The grip didn’t hurt, but it was strong enough to make him feel helpless and like maybe Eddie would make it hurt if that’s what it took to get him to stop panicking.

“Keep your eyes on me. I’m gonna tell you what you said and then I’m gonna take you to the shower so we can get you ready for work. Got it?”

“Mhm.”

“When you were falling asleep, you said you loved me.” Steve felt the panic rising again as Eddie spoke, but Eddie squeezed his chin between his fingers again. “If it was just something you said because you were on an adrenaline high, I understand. We can forget you said it.”

Steve didn’t want that. He meant it. He didn’t want Eddie to think he didn’t mean it just because he’d been mostly asleep when he said it.

“Or. I let go of your face, and you tell me you love me because you mean it for real right now. You tell me with your eyes open and completely aware of how much I fucking love you.”

Steve knew that without the fingers gripping his chin, his jaw would be wide open in shock.

This was crazy.

This was insane.

Of course he loved Eddie. He’d said it to himself too often over the last couple of days not to know it deeply. He’d said it out loud last night, probably subconsciously hoping that Eddie would know he meant everything to him because he deserved to know he was loved.

But Eddie loving him? In the same intense way Steve loved him?

It seemed impossible.

But the way Eddie’s eyes were shining and his serious face was replaced by nothing but fond, fond, fond, Steve knew he meant it.

Eddie loved Steve.

“I meant it. Of course I meant it. How could I not?”

Eddie beamed down at him before pushing him back, rolling on top of him, and kissing him senseless.

Steve moaned into the kiss, arching his back so every inch of his body could be touching Eddie’s.

He never got tired of feeling Eddie against him. It was endless fire, warmth without burning, a second away from combusting with love.

Eddie’s hips rocked down into Steve’s, both of them moaning into each others’ mouths.

They were both only in boxers, providing them with barely any separation between their already hard cocks.

Steve rocked up, biting Eddie’s bottom lip between his teeth as he moved. In the back of his mind, he knew continuing like this would make him late for work, but he couldn’t find it in him to actually care.

He could be late.

He was being loved by Eddie.

“Feels so good, sweet thing,” Eddie moaned into his mouth.

They rocked against each other, naturally finding a rhythm that wasn’t too slow, but wasn’t rushed. Their cocks brushed just right against each other, the fabric of their boxers providing just enough extra friction to bring them closer to the edge.

Steve felt the heat building, the twist in his stomach that meant he was getting close. He sped up, his hips rocking up faster and faster.

He didn’t care if he looked desperate, he was.

Eddie’s body heat was bordering on too much, sweat breaking out along his forehead and chest. Everywhere they touched sent a spark through Steve’s body.

“Gonna…can I? Please, please, please,” Steve panted out, his words interrupted by whimpers when Eddie pinched one of his nipples between his fingers.

“You wanna cum, sweet thing?”

Steve nodded, gasping as Eddie’s fingers found his other nipple, pinching it, the sharp zing of pain almost as distracting as the pleasure rocking through him.

But Eddie slowed his hips, moved his hands away from Steve’s chest, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Then his hips stopped completely.

“No,” Steve whined. “Please. No. Need to.”

Eddie shook his head.

“No, sweetheart. You have to go to work.”

“Like this? I can’t. Eddie, please.”

“I think you can. I think you should go cool off in the shower, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Eddie was pulling away.

No.

“Please. I can do it myself! I’ll be quick,” Steve begged, hands squeezing Eddie’s sides as he rocked his hips up searching for more friction.

Eddie pulled away further, barely touching Steve now.

“Sunshine, you have to get to work. You’re gonna go take a shower and not touch yourself, right?”

Steve whimpered in response, his body fighting against everything Eddie was asking of him. His cock was leaking so much precum, he would’ve thought he’d actually finished somehow.

Then Eddie touched his cheek, thumb pressing into his bottom lip.

“Color?”

Steve wanted to say red. He wanted to cum. He wanted Eddie to cum.

But more than that, he wanted to do what Eddie asked, he wanted to make Eddie proud.

And he knew that if he just took a moment, and a cold shower, he could probably do this.

“Green.”

Eddie beamed at him.

“That’s my good boy. You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said breathlessly.

He was rewarded with a kiss, not nearly as hot and heavy as before, but still full of the love and passion they both felt.

Steve sighed when Eddie pulled away and got off the bed, but gave him a soft smile as he pulled his pants on and carefully tucked himself in before buttoning them.

“Gonna make you some breakfast. You go shower, sunshine.”

Steve nodded and leaned up to get another kiss.

Just before Eddie made it out the door, Steve sat up all the way.

“Wait!”

Eddie paused and turned to him, frown on his face as if he was concerned, but he had no reason to be.

“I love you,” Steve said with a fond smile.

“I love you, too, Stevie,” Eddie replied, face scrunching with a huge smile.

It didn’t feel real that he was getting this, that he was loving Eddie and Eddie was loving him, that he was happy in a way he’d never dreamed possible.

He felt like he was floating on a cloud constantly.

He never wanted to come back down.

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Steve was able to calm down in the shower. He could still feel it, the edge at his toes, but it was more reserved.

Like he could step back and enjoy the view instead of jump headfirst.

He ate breakfast with Eddie by his side, leaning against his shoulder as he sipped his coffee made to perfection and toast with strawberry jam.

Eddie told him about his half day session today with one of his favorite clients, his excitement about the artwork making Steve proud that Eddie was able to create such special, permanent memories for everyone.

He looked down at the sun on his wrist, noticing that the edges seemed to be peeling a little.

Eddie noticed, of course he noticed, that Steve seemed distracted.

“Something wrong, sunshine?”

“Um. I know you said it would peel, but is this okay?” Steve asked as he held up his wrist in front of Eddie’s face.

Eddie looked at it for a few seconds, then placed a soft kiss against the center of it.

“It’s perfect. You should put some lotion or Vaseline on it though, today and tomorrow. Want me to do it?”

Steve nodded.

He was perfectly capable of doing it all himself, both of them knew that. But it was nice to let Eddie take care of him, even with something as simple as this. Eddie seemed to want to just as much as Steve wanted him to.

So Steve started cleaning up the dishes from breakfast as Eddie walked to the bathroom to grab the Vaseline Steve had been keeping on the counter since he got the tattoo.

He was back quickly, hands wrapping around Steve’s waist from behind, lips trailing kisses up his neck until Steve tilted his head so he could reach his jaw too.

“You’re making it hard to go to work,” Steve groaned.

“Oh, am I making it hard?” Eddie teased back.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

Steve turned around in Eddie’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“I do.”

They stood like that for probably too long, but Steve couldn’t find it in him to care.

Every moment with Eddie was worth whatever tardiness he had to deal with later.

Eddie gently pulled his tattooed wrist from around his neck and placed another kiss to the center of the tattoo before he opened the Vaseline and applied some to the area.

“All set.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

“When will you be done with your session today?”

“Probably about six or so. Depends if he wants to make it through the whole time or not.”

“Want me to meet you at the shop with dinner?”

Steve knew he was being clingy, and he wouldn’t blame Eddie if he needed a night off. But his words from earlier rang through Steve’s mind, about taking care of him.

“That sounds lovely, sunshine. How about pizza?”

“Mkay. What kind?”

“Hmmm. Why don’t you guess? Surprise me.”

“What if I get it wrong?”

“Then I eat you for dinner instead,” Eddie smirked before leaning in for one more quick kiss to his lips.

Steve walked out with him, sneaking one more kiss in before he got in his car and drove to work.

If this was what every morning could be like, he wanted it.

———————

Just before Steve took his lunch break, there was a knock on his office door. He didn’t have anyone scheduled, so he assumed it was one of the front office people or a teacher.

“Come in!”

The door opened and a very familiar face popped his head in.

“Eddie?” Steve stood up so fast from his chair, he got a head rush.

“It’s me.”

“I thought your appointment started!”

Steve walked around his desk and over to where Eddie was still standing in the doorway. He looked nervous for some reason, and since he never looked nervous, Steve felt his stomach drop.

“He said he was gonna be an hour late, so I thought I’d stop by. Hope that’s okay?”

Steve fisted his hand in his shirt and pulled him all the way into his office, shoving the door closed as soon as he was all the way in.

He pushed him against the door and smiled up at his shocked face.

But before he could kiss him, he caught a glimpse of color. Yellow.

Oh my god.

“Did you bring me flowers?”

Steve’s hand dropped, his eyes suddenly glued to the bright yellow peeking out from behind Eddie’s back.

“Are you done trying to attack me?” Eddie said somewhat hesitantly, like he half expected Steve to push him against the door again and strip him down.

The thought was appealing, but not during school hours.

Steve rolled his eyes, but stepped away, giving Eddie a few inches of space to move away from the door.

When he pulled the bouquet from behind him, Steve gasped.

Sunflowers and daisies amongst wildflowers, a piece of twine holding them together, almost like Eddie had put it together himself.

“There’s that flower shop on the way here that lets you customize the bouquets, and the sunflowers were right in the window. Had to get some for my sunshine,” Eddie said, simple as that.

Like it would’ve taken more effort to pass by the flower shop and not stop.

Steve bit his lip as he took the bouquet of flowers from him, tears welling up in his eyes.

He realized that besides the time Robin got him flowers to celebrate his graduation, he’d never received any from anyone.

And it wasn’t even that Eddie had just grabbed any bouquet he could at the store; He’d made this combination himself, used the colors of the sun and light and turned it into a visual representation of their love. Just for Steve. Just to make Steve’s day brighter, to make him feel special.

A tear fell as he pulled the bouquet up to his face, breathing in the fresh scent of each flower.

Eddie’s palm cupped his cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear before it could drip all the way down his face.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? Should I not have brought them?”

“No!” Steve hugged them gently to his chest. “No, they’re beautiful. I love them. I love you.”

“Are you sure? I won’t be upset if you don’t like them.”

“I promise I love them. They’re perfect.”

Steve placed a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips before pulling away.

“I think I have a mug from a student somewhere I can fill with water and put them in until I get home.”

Steve was so busy searching his cabinets behind his desk, he didn’t hear the soft knock at the door followed by it opening.

“Oh! Sorry. I forgot it was your lunch break, Mr. H.”

Will.

He turned around and watched as Eddie scooted away so Will could come closer.

“No need to apologize, Will. We didn’t have an appointment I forgot about, did we?”

“No. Just uh. Wanted to tell you something. I can come back later.”

He started to back out of the door, then Eddie spoke.

“Will? The Will who drew the sunshine?”

Will looked at Eddie, eyes squinting, probably trying to figure out how he knew that.

“Yeah.”

“Dude! That was one of the best pieces I’ve ever tattooed.”

Will’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock.

“Wait, you’re the one who did it?”

Eddie nodded, huge smile lighting up his face and the room.

Steve stood behind his desk watching. Will was an extremely shy kid, so he wanted to see how this played out.

“Yeah! I just hope I got the spirit of it in there. Sometimes it’s hard to put into it what the original artist did, but it helped that I had a good canvas,” Eddie nodded towards Steve.

“It’s so good! You made the colors pop so well against his skin. And the way you followed the same lines, but made them blend more? I tried copying that with a painting and it got me an A!”

Steve didn’t think he could love Eddie more. But now, watching him interact with his favorite student? Not just interact, but bring him out of his shell? He would marry him on the spot.

“That’s incredible! Mr. H says you’re quite the artist.”

Will was blushing, looking down at his feet, suddenly shy again.

“I’m okay.”

“Okay?! I think you’ll have to let me be the judge of that,” Eddie turned to Steve with his arms crossed over his chest. “How do I get in touch with his agent? I’d like to see his portfolio.”

“I don’t have an agent, and my portfolio is actually why I came to talk to Mr. H,” Will managed to say after he let a giggle slip.

Eddie was good at this, at being the calming presence in the room, fitting in anywhere, making sure everyone felt seen and heard.

“Is everything okay with your portfolio? You still have a month until the deadline if you’re worried about that. I even finished the counselor check-in portion yesterday, so it should be good to go.”

Eddie watched from the side, eyes darting between Will and Steve.

“Everything’s fine. I mean, hopefully. It’s just that the fee for the portfolio evaluation is due by Friday and my mom is trying to see if they could extend until next Friday when she gets paid? Do you know if they do that?”

Will looked like he was going to cry, and Steve knew if he cried, Steve would cry.

“How much is it?” Eddie asked, trying to appear casual, but Steve knew. He already knew that Eddie’s big heart wasn’t going to let this kid get a setback like this.

“It’s $200. My mom’s been trying to save, but she just had to get a new tire for the car so it set her behind. If they can just extend it a week, we can do it.”

“This is for your future right? So you can focus on your art more?”

“Yes, sir. I’m applying for a scholarship to an art school next year. I would meet the requirements for their grants for tuition if I get in, but the application fees and portfolio review fees are still due.”

Eddie looked over at Steve, silently asking him for permission to do what Steve knew he was going to do the second he started asking questions. He knew Joyce would insist on paying him back, but if it meant taking a bit of stress off of her and Will, he wasn’t going to stop Eddie. He gave him a quick nod.

Eddie got a bit closer to Will, still not within touching distance, but close enough to keep his voice low.

“I think I’d really like to pay for your portfolio review fees. Should I give the money to you or Mr. H?” Eddie asked as he got his wallet out of his back pocket.

“What? You can’t. You don’t even know me! You’ve never seen my art!” Will exclaimed in disbelief.

“That isn’t true. I’ve tattooed your art on someone, and I feel like I know you a little because Mr. H talks about you so much.”

“I can’t take your money.”

“It’s not taking it! I’m expecting you to work hard for it. I want you to design my next tattoo. Consider this your payment. Deal?”

Eddie was so good.

Steve didn’t know what he did to deserve this man, but he would do everything he could to keep him.

“Is that allowed?” Will asked Steve, his tone hopeful.

“It’s allowed if you want it to be.”

Will was thinking about it, his hands nervously tapping against his legs as he looked between Eddie and Steve.

But then he looked at Eddie, and he let out a sob, and fell into him, Eddie’s arms quickly going around him to keep himself upright.

Eddie was looking at Steve, panic written all over his face, probably not used to the emotions of kids. Steve gave him a gentle smile, letting him know that it was okay, that Will was probably just incredibly relieved and happy.

So Eddie let himself relax and hug Will back properly. Steve set the flowers down, deciding the mug would just have to wait. This was a moment he didn’t want to miss a second of.

He could hear Will saying “thank you” over and over into Eddie’s chest and Eddie just repeating “you deserve it, kiddo” back to him.

Will finally calmed down after a couple of minutes, pulling away suddenly to wipe at his tears and clear his throat.

“Alright, bud?” Steve asked, grabbing his box of tissues off his desk and walking over to hand it to him so he could wipe his face.

Will snagged a few from the box, wiping his eyes and then blowing his nose, face turning red when he realized how loud it was.

“I’m good. Sorry. I think I got snot on your shirt,” he said to Eddie, who just shrugged and gave him a smile.

“Not the worst thing I’ve had on my shirt. I can change when I get to the car.”

“You don’t have to do this, really. We can figure something out.”

“I want to. And I want a tattoo designed by you so I can match with Stevie here,” Eddie smirked, then realized this was one of Steve’s students. He was Mr. H to them. “Sorry, Mr. H.”

Then it suddenly dawned on Will what he may have interrupted.

He glanced at the flowers, then at Eddie.

“Oh! Oh my God! I’m so sorry. Were you gonna have lunch together? Like a date? I just ruined a date didn’t I?” He shoved his face in his hands, but Steve quickly pulled them away.

“No! Eddie just surprised me with a quick visit, that’s all.”

“Are you…”

“Are we…”

“Boyfriends?”

Eddie snorted and Steve rolled his eyes at him, crossing his arms and leaning against his desk.

“Yes, we are.”

“Oh. That’s good. Mr. H deserves someone like you.”

Well, what the fuck was Steve gonna do with that? Cry, probably.

He wouldn’t in front of Will though, especially not after his emotional visit to his office. He held it in, but he could tell Eddie saw how hard it was for him not to break down in tears.

“He sure does. I hope I can be what he deserves for a long time,” Eddie said, adding to Steve’s emotional turmoil.

“Alright, enough trying to make me cry! Will, I’ll send in the money for you, okay? Just tell your mom it’s been taken care of. Eddie, you have work to get to. Let me have a little cry in peace.”

Steve started to shoo them out, but Eddie leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek first.

“Love you, sunshine!”

“Love you back.”

He’d never get tired of this.

———————

He should have known things couldn’t go perfectly for the day.

When school got out, he sent a quick text to Eddie to let him know he had about an hour of paperwork and then he would head home, change, and grab their dinner.

Does your client want me to grab anything?

He didn’t get an answer immediately, but he didn’t expect to. He knew when Eddie had the gloves on, he couldn’t touch anything else unless it was an emergency.

But finally, right before he left his office, Eddie responded.

No he’s good thx

So he followed his plan. He went home, changed, managed to text Robin a few emojis when he saw she hadn’t made it back to the apartment yet.

But then his phone rang.

Thinking it was Robin responding to his texts with a call instead, he answered without looking.

“Robs, you can’t come for me about my boyfriend when you’re out here sleeping with-”

“Steven.”

That was not Robin. That was definitely Richard Harrington.

He hadn’t heard from him in years. He wasn’t even sure how he got this number.

“Dad.”

Meet him with the same barely civil shortness he’d given Steve for most of his life, that would be what gets him through this conversation in one piece.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“I do.”

“Is it serious?”

“Would it matter to you if it was?”

He didn’t want his dad’s grubby hands anywhere near Eddie, and if it meant keeping him a secret, he would.

Richard cleared his throat before continuing.

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“I’m only calling because your mother insisted.”

Well, that couldn’t be good.

“A response is often polite so the person on the phone understands they can continue speaking, Steven.”

“Oh, my apologies, I forgot how talking on the phone works.”

“You don’t need to be rude.”

“What does mom need you to tell me?”

“She’s sick. Breast cancer. It’s still early, only stage two according to the doctor. She’ll have surgery next week and a few months of treatment and should be fine. I told her calling you was a waste of time, but she-”

“Does she need anything from me?”

“No, don’t worry, she isn’t requesting your presence.”

Steve knew he should be more upset, more worried, maybe even more angry that his dad was choosing to tell him this with such an attitude.

But all he could feel was relief that he didn’t have to visit.

And maybe some guilt that that was all he felt.

“Well, are you going to wish her well?”

“I will when I call her.”

“Oh, so you do know how to do that?”

It stung. The words hit him in the chest.

He spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood waiting for a phone call from them while they traveled, any word at all about when they’d be back or to say goodnight to him or just to see if he was alive.

And now his father acted like he was an awful son for not calling the parents who didn’t support anything he did?

He bit back the tears he could feel pooling, not wanting to give his father any advantage over this conversation.

“I sure do. I had to teach myself though since you didn’t seem to learn until recently.”

That shut Richard up.

Good>

“Anyway. I have to get dinner for my boyfriend. Hopefully I won’t be talking to you again anytime soon. Bye!”

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When he hung up, he let out a sob and quickly sent a text to Eddie to let him know he was on his way to get pizza.

He didn’t have time to be upset, or even really think about what his dad said. He had to get pizza and get to his sunshine.

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When he got to the shop, Eddie was wrapping up with his client.

“There he is! Eddie hasn’t shut up about you, man!”

Steve blushed as he set the boxes down on the counter and walked over to them at Eddie’s chair.

“Shut up, I’ve barely even said a damn thing,” he said as he handed over the usual care instructions, though from the look of this guy, he’d had plenty of experience. “Hey, sunshine. Doing okay?”

Steve leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“I’m okay. How’s the session been?”

“He tortured me the whole time. I begged him to stop and he wouldn’t.”

“Sounds about right,” Steve agreed.

“Name’s Ian,” the guy said as he held his hand out to shake Steve’s.

“Steve. Nice to meet you.”

Steve was trying to be polite and smile like you do when you meet new people, but he was exhausted, and he was kind of hoping that he could just hide in the back with the pizza until Eddie was ready to leave.

“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks again, Eddie, looks great. Got an opening in a couple months I can steal?”

“I always have a spot for ya. Just text me.”

“You got it.” Ian turned to Steve and smiled. “Have a nice night, Steve.”

“You too.”

Ian left and Eddie was immediately on him, hands on his cheeks, concerned eyes boring into his.

“What happened, sweetheart?”

“I don’t really wanna talk about it. Can we just go home?”

Steve knew it wouldn’t work for long, if at all, but he really didn’t wanna have a breakdown in Eddie’s place of business.

“Okay. Let me clean up and we can go,” Eddie leaned in to kiss his lips softly.

Eddie started disposing of the ink and paper towels, the tattoo gun already taken care of and back in the cabinet.

Steve thought about what might make him feel better. Being with Eddie would for sure, eventually talking about it probably would, but he needed to do something else.

“Can you give me a tattoo?”

Eddie’s head spun around from where he was wiping down the chair.

“What? Now?”

“Yeah. Just a little one.”

“Sunshine, that might not be a good idea. It seems like something happened that upset you and I don’t think you should get a permanent thing to feel temporarily better.”

He was smart, obviously. That’s one of the reasons Steve loved him.

But he wanted to make a reckless mistake. So much of his life had been spent being smart, making decisions that would keep him safe.

“I know it sounds like that. But I wanted this for a while anyway.”

“What is it?”

“I want a small robin on my arm.”

Eddie’s face softened, his frown turning into a smile.

“A robin, huh?”

Steve nodded.

“You’re sure?”

Steve nodded again.

“Alright, hop up. I’ll get everything prepped. You want pizza first?”

“No, not that hungry.”

Eddie kissed his forehead.

“Mkay. Where’s it going?”

Steve took his shirt off and pointed to his shoulder.

“Gonna hurt there, sweetheart.”

“I can handle it.”

Eddie didn’t respond, just continued getting everything ready for his impromptu tattoo.

He didn’t think about it as Eddie left to sketch and print a robin. It was simple, small, just something to remind Steve of the most important person in his life.

He loved what Eddie came up with, and he settled as Eddie got started.

It did hurt. It hurt much worse than his wrist, even with the simple lines.

But with the pain, he found himself finding pleasure too.

The tattoo gun pressed into his skin, but Eddie’s hand was holding it still in his firm grip. The needles made him bleed, but Eddie’s whispered words stitched the wounds.

He knew he was sinking, and he knew he was hard.

But this time he knew what was happening and he knew what he could do to get through it.

He knew Eddie would get him through it.

He relaxed into it, letting out small whimpers when Eddie’s other hand brushed gently against his skin.

The back and forth, the hard and soft, the rough and gentle.

It all made Steve feel like he wanted to be on his knees.

“Sweet thing, can you look at me?”

Yeah, he could do that.

His glassy eyes looked over at Eddie, who was taking off his gloves and turning the tattoo gun off.

“You’ve been so good for me, sweet thing. Wanna look in the mirror?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie helped him get up and walk the few steps it took to stand in front of the full length mirror hanging on the wall.

“How’s it look?”

Steve took a deep breath so he could focus. He did want to see this, appreciate it.

Then he’d appreciate Eddie.

It was beautiful, of course. Eddie had drawn it simple, the way Steve wanted, but had included small details like making the wing a similar color to Robin’s eyes after looking at a picture of her for a few seconds.

He leaned over to kiss Eddie, wordlessly thanking him for what he did.

Then he sank to his knees and leaned his forehead against Eddie’s hip bone.

“Sunshine? You okay?”

“Mhm. Want you.”

“Right now?”

He sounded shocked that Steve could possibly want him now, as if he hadn’t been thinking of this since his first tattoo before he even properly knew him.

“Please.”

Steve looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted, sending the message that he needed Eddie in his mouth immediately.

“You wanna suck me, sweet thing?”

Eddie’s hand ran through his hair, gripping the ends as if he wanted to tug, but was waiting for a confirmation from Steve that he could.

Steve nodded once, closing his eyes when he felt Eddie’s fingers tighten and pull his head back.

“So pretty on your knees for me. Love seeing you so desperate,” Eddie leaned down to lick into his mouth filthily, sucking his tongue between his lips and letting out a laugh when Steve moaned. “Think you can keep your hands to yourself?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep them behind you, sweet thing.”

Steve immediately moved them behind his back, locking them together so he could resist the urge to touch every inch of Eddie.

Eddie pulled back, unbuttoning his jeans as he did. He pulled his waistband down just enough to pull out his cock, working his wrist up and down the length right in front of Steve’s mouth, teasing him.

“Being so good, waiting for me to give you permission. You want a taste?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Steve couldn’t hold back how much he wanted him, his taste, his smell. Everything.

Eddie pushed his cock against Steve’s lips, just barely letting the tip leak onto his mouth.

God, it was good.

Steve wanted more.

He whined, words lost to the sensation of Eddie being so close but so far, his control keeping Steve still.

“Might have to buy you some lipstick sometime, see how my cock looks with red lipstick stains around it.”

Steve groaned, closing his eyes and picturing what that would look like, what he would look like.

“You like that, sweetheart? Want me to buy you some lipstick? Wear it when you want to be on your knees for me?”

Steve couldn’t answer, couldn’t even nod. His brain wasn’t connected to his body anymore, but Eddie knew.

“That’s it, sunshine.” Eddie tugged his head back slightly, forcing his mouth open wider. “Open up for me. You can have it.”

So he did.

He let Eddie feed his cock into his mouth slowly, swallowing every inch like he was starving for more. He’d never had much of a gag reflex, but Eddie was big, and he knew if he pushed all the way, he’d be choking.

He wanted that.

He opened wider, letting his tongue run along the bottom of Eddie’s cock as he pushed the last inch in.

He was in his throat.

Steve gagged, but he chased Eddie when he started to pull out.

“Oh, you like that? Wanna choke on it?”

Eddie’s voice was rough, raspy in a way he’d only heard it when he was first waking up. Steve loved it.

He nodded as Eddie slowly pushed in again, pausing halfway to tilt Steve’s chin up to look at him.

He was sure he made quite a sight.

“Tap on my leg three times if you need to stop. That’s your red when you can’t talk, okay?”

Steve nodded.

“Tap once for green. What’s your color, sweet thing?”

He tapped once.

Eddie pushed in the rest of the way, causing Steve to gag, drool dripping down his chin and making a mess.

Eddie loved it, though, he could tell.

Steve moved his head up and down a couple of times, letting himself slowly enjoy the taste and rhythm.

But Eddie didn’t want him to be in charge, and neither did Steve.

Eddie’s hands were at the back of his head, fingers wrapped in his hair. He pulled Steve back, then pushed him forward, fucking Steve’s mouth slowly but deeply.

He breathed through his nose, moaning around the cock hitting the back of his throat, pushing against his tongue.

Eddie quickened his pace, pushing in and pulling out faster than Steve could keep up with.

His mouth was wide open, barely even closing around his cock now, just letting drool fall on the floor, run down Eddie’s cock, mess up his pants.

He was so hard. He knew if Eddie kept this up for much longer, he’d cum in his pants.

One particularly deep thrust, made Steve choke around him, tears welling up and quickly falling from his eyes.

“So beautiful like this, Stevie. Love you so much.”

That was all it took.

Steve felt the sticky wetness in his boxers, already making his jeans uncomfortable.

Eddie looked down to see Steve’s completely blissed out face, saw the dark spot now on the front of his jeans, and let out a long moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart. So perfect for me. Gonna cum in your mouth so you can taste it, just like you wanted,” Eddie was rambling, but it just made Steve wish he could do this all night.

But he could feel Eddie’s hips stutter, the rhythm getting lost to the pleasure.

Steve let out a whimper, muffled by Eddie’s cock sinking in as deep as he could go.

His cum flooded Steve’s throat and mouth, dripping back out with the drool still falling from the corners of his mouth.

He moaned as Eddie pulled out so he could swallow, the taste musky and salty, but exactly what he wanted.

When Eddie slowly pulled out all the way, Steve stuck his tongue out so he could try to lap up any leftover cum on his cock, but Eddie pulled his head away.

“Too sensitive, sweet thing. You made me feel too good,” he praised.

Steve could feel himself smiling, proud that he was able to give this to him, proud that he could do something right.

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good boy. Gonna help you sit on the chair so I can grab something to clean us up.”

He managed to get Steve up, settling him in the chair with a kiss to his nose, smiling when Steve giggled.

“Love seeing you so happy, sunshine.”

Steve loved being this happy, loved that he had so many reasons to be this happy.

Eddie grabbed the paper towels from his table, wetting a couple at the sink next to it, and wiping himself first so he could button his pants back up.

“You got us pretty messy, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” Steve said.

He wasn’t though. He’d never been able to be messy like this before, and he certainly had never been given so much attention and care after a blowjob.

Eddie was giving him everything he needed, even things he didn’t know he needed.

“Sunshine? Doing okay?”

“Mhm.”

He was. He was way better than okay.

Chapter 10

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She was always cold these days.

Frozen limbs, a sheen of frost always coating rarely uncovered skin.

It used to hurt, being so cold all the time, but it didn’t anymore. She didn’t feel it anymore, she didn’t feel much of anything anymore. All her emotions, frozen over, a thick layer of ice exacting them, never to be released.

It hadn’t always been like this. Once, she felt things freely, she felt her hands and toes and her lips weren’t permanently purple.

But that was before, before her mother burned her baby brothers face, before she was dragged off to a mental hospital kicking and screaming, before she gave her life to her brothers, before she became the mother hers could never be, before her life became theirs. But most of all, it was before Touya, her other half, her twin, her warmth, died in a blaze that left behind only a too small jaw bone.

Now was different, now was now, and now she was always too cold.

Her toes were the first to go, probably, but her fingers were the first she noticed.

It had been a year since Touya’s death, she was pouring her father tea when she dropped the pot and broke the cup. Her hands were numb, they always were since that night, and she couldn’t keep a hold of it. She was scolded, and disciplined, for her mistake. She spent hours relearning ho to hold a tea pot so that it didn’t matter if she could feel it or not.

It was almost a full year later when she realised it was her hands and feet she couldn’t feel anymore, she could move them, feel the movement, but she couldn’t feel touch, or warmth, or anything but that numbing cold climbing up her arms and legs.

She stopped using her quirk to do things after that, vowed against it, but it didn’t help. Frost slipped from her numb fingers to crystallise on her glass, her socks froze to the tatami mats of their home, and she didn’t notice.

She learned to watch her hands, and her feet, wherever she went, making sure she kept a fight hold of her quirk.

Her breath was next. She didn’t notice until Natsuo mentioned that her breath was clouding by her mouth, just too cold for the air. She checked, and realised her lips had turned purple at some point, nothing extreme, just a tint to her lips that wasn’t quite natural. She realised her skin had taken on an unnatural blush. She was sixteen when she started wearing make up.

She was twenty now, and the numbing cold had climbed up her arms and legs. Everything below mid thigh and shoulder was numb now. She had taken to always wearing thick covering clothes. She wore thick pants and long skirts no matter the weather. Sweaters and long sleeve blouses in the middle of summer. She had always been cold natured, no one noticed.

No one noticed, until she started wearing gloves. They were nice, expensive, and specially made to keep out the cold. If they could keep it out, they could keep it in. People noticed, gloves were too weird, but she was always cold, maybe it was okay.

She couldn’t keep her hands from frosting over anymore, and they always looked a bit blue, she thought that was more worrisome than gloves.

She was right.

She had taken to the hottest showers she could get, and when that wasn’t enough to warm her limbs, she went further. She had the body for a fire quirk, the heat couldn’t hurt her. She started boiling water in the middle of the night, when everyone else was long since asleep, it wasn’t like she could join them anymore. She was always careful to take the kettle of the stove before it could squeal, she cared infinitely more that her brothers got enough sleep than if she got warm. She’d finally take her gloves off, and pour the water over her hands in the sink, fill a small tub to set her feet in, all the while rising steam warmed her lungs.

It was as close as she could get to being warm again. It was as close as she could get to Touya again. Though, she supposed his body was just as cold as hers now. Those were dark thoughts, thoughts she only gave voice to on late nights like these, when no one was around to see the tears freeze to her waterline.

She was always cold, always numb, but she could still feel some things. Love for her brothers, all of them, was the first thing on that list, and sometimes the only thing.

Tonight was one of those times, when she was watching her Father and her baby brother fighting Touya. That was Touya, he was alive. He was alive.

That was all she could think about, he was alive. She lost control of the frost, it was covering the floor her feet were on, the couch she was sat on, little bits of it had started creeping up Natsuo.

She didn’t notice until he yelled at the cold. What did he know about the cold?

For the first time in a long time, her ice cracked.

She couldn’t bring herself to care that he was a villain, she couldn’t care about all the people he’d killed in the process, she couldn’t even herself to care that he’d attacked their Father.

She cared that he’d attacked Shoto of course, but that could be addressed later, after she’d seen him in person, confirmed it was really him, that he was really alive.

She never let herself consider it before, not even in the dead of night when no one was around to see the tears that never fell, it was the only thought she could never let herself give a voice to.

But it was true, he was here, he was alive.

He was gone again.

He left after the stunt, as quickly as he came. But she knew he was alive now, she found him once, she could find him again.

She hated her Father most of the time, deep down under cracking ice that let thoughts like that seep through now, but she couldn’t argue that his connections were helpful, and so was his money. She could afford to pay them to help her, and then to pay them again to keep silent. She couldn’t tell anyone what she was doing, Father would be so angry, and so would Natsuo. She didn’t know how Shoto and Rei would react, but she couldn’t risk that they’d tell the others, she had to do this alone. But what else was new.

She found him easy enough, about two weeks later. It was easy enough she didn’t think he was really hiding anymore. If he didn’t want to be found he wouldn’t have, he proved that many many years ago.

She sent him a message, through a hired hand, telling him to meet her at a nearby cafe, one considered neutral ground, where heroes and villains and vigilantes could meet without worrying about sides and fights. It was safe for them.

He met her there, he expected she’d been the one to send the message, the only one who would’ve wanted to meet him, the only one brave enough, even if she never saw herself that way.

He saw her, sitting at a little two person table with a coffee in hand. She drank too much coffee when they were younger, after Rei was taken, and he can’t imagine she dropped the habit, and if the shaking of her hands is any indication, it’s only gotten worse.

He sat down next to her, and she stared at him for a minute, not saying a word, but she didn’t smile at him, not a rare real smile that she showed only in the safest most vulnerable moments, not even the fake smile she used to placate Enji and calm Natsuo and Shoto. They never noticed, never noticed that that smile didn’t make her eyes twinkle quite the same, didn’t make her nose scrunch up just a bit. It fooled everyone else, but he had been there since she was born, he grew up with that smile, and he knew the difference.

Now she only watched him, and him her. She pushed a coffee toward him, and he broke his gaze just long enough to take a sip. He judged her coffee habit, but he wasn’t much better, at least when they younger, and she knew his order by heart.

That wasn’t his order, at least not his old one, rather it was closer to his order now. A White Russian, and it looked like she was sipping on the same.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since Shoto and Natsu left and it’s just me and dad in the house.”

He huffed a humourless laugh, and so did she. Frosty breath fogged in front of her as she did, and that’s when he took note of the thick sweater, and winter pants, and gloves, all in the middle of August.

He was always hot, and honestly he was itching to get out of the meagre layers he was in now. He didn’t know why she was wearing so many thick layers, sure she was always cold, but he was pretty sure she was never ‘parka in summer’ cold. When he said as much she just huffed another laugh and shrugged.

He grabbed her hand, and she flinched, and that almost hurt, but it wasn’t the flinch of a civilian who just got grabbed by an S rank villain, it was the flinch of an abused little girl that hadn’t expected anyone to touch her. Scratch that, it hurt worse.

He wasn’t a family man, he hated Rei for abandoning them, He hated Enji for obvious reasons, he didn’t quite hate Shoto, but he was certainly angsty that he replaced him, and at best he felt indifference towards Natsuo. For some reason, he could never find it in himself to hate Fuyumi. Even at the lowest, when he hated the entire world, he couldn’t hate her. He could only remember how she patched his wounds, cooled his burns, loved him through everything, despite everything. He didn’t have room in his charred heart to live anymore, but she was spilling over with it, love for her brothers, her students, anyone who walked through their home. She even found it in herself to love some part of their parents, a part long gone, but she remembers it, loves it.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be that strong, that brave. He left, he was a coward. But she stayed, protected her brothers, took care of them, carried the burdens of her family all alone.

He was built for the cool calm of the ice, but he got fire.

She watched him closely, her brother, Touya, Dabi, she didn’t care what his name was now, he was her brother, and he was alive.

She saw how his skin was stapled together, skin grafts and burns patched together. It almost looked like her first attempt at quilting, before she realised she was better at crochet. It was ugly and uneven, but she loved it anyway.

She saw the heat that radiated from his skin, a heat she had felt when they were young, heat that warmed her too cold skin, that fought the frostbite that threatened to over take her at every turn, when she couldn’t control her quirk as well. She missed that heat, until it grabbed her hand, warmth seeping through her glove.

She flinched, and she saw the hurt that crossed his face. She never meant to abuse that look, never meant to hurt him. She wasn’t scared of him, how could she be?

He was her brother, even after everything, he was still that. And she loved her brothers so much. More than herself.

She loved Touya, she loved that he could get angry. He could show his anger in ways she couldn’t, he was free and expressive in a way she couldn’t be. Her thoughts and feelings were numbed, hidden under layers of ice, but not his. They burned hot and bright and he made you see them, see him.

She wished she could be so visible.

But he cracked her ice, with each day she saw the breaks get wider, deeper, and things started leaking out. Her hatred for their father, something she buried so deep inside she could never feel more than the barest irritation at him, a super volcano hidden beneath the ice, ready to explode.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be so strong as to let herself blow up, not like him. She wishes she could.

She was built for raging fire, but she got ice.

He grabbed her hand, much to both of their surprise. He pulled off her glove, and she let him. He winced at the sight of her hand, cold and pale. She was watching him, holding her hand so gently in his, but she didn’t react.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, like she feared if she spoke any louder it would stop, like she only knew how to speak softly and calmly, but her face betrayed nothing. She had schooled her expression into blank calm so long ago it seemed she had forgot how to make anything else.

“What?”

He sounded angry, his voice always sounded angry, burnt thought scratching against his vocal cords, matching his permanently scowling face, made that way through surgeries or circumstance, no one knew.

“I can feel your hand, it’s warm,” her voice finally expressed something besides soft and calm observation, something akin to awe, surprise maybe?

She hadn’t felt warmth, or anything really, in her hands in so long, she couldn’t remember it.

He seemed to understand, he knew how her quirk worked as well as she did, and he knew what it felt like to use his quirk without her there, burning from the inside out. He imagined freezing was similar, her nerves were dead, just like his.

She felt his heat bleed into her hand at the same time it seemed as though the cold seeped into his.

They sat like that for only a moment, before it began to hurt. Permanent frostbite meant permanent numbness, and as she warmed up for the first time in years she could finally feel the pain that followed numbness. She knew he felt the same.

It had been too long, they had been without their balance too long, and now it hurt too much to go back.

They sat for awhile, but they didn’t say much, there’s was too much to say, too many years to relive, but nothing felt important enough to say.

Fuyumi knew she wouldn’t stop his goals, she didn’t try. He knew he couldn’t get her to come with him, he didn’t try. They should’ve tried.

They left, unfinished drinks still sitting on the table.

They didn’t say goodbye, they didn’t say anything. They just walked away, in opposite directions. Neither of them favoured literature, neither of them ever read Orpheus’ story, neither of them had ever learned his lesson.

They both turned around, wanting just one last glimpse of their sibling, their twin, their balance, before they left for good, before this became their new before.

They turned, and looked, and ran.

They hugged, the only ones who could touch each other with freezing or burning, the only ones immune to the pain the other lives everyday with. They couldn’t hug for long, their balance wasn’t right anymore, it hurt too much, too many jagged edges cutting against each other, two extremes that never should have met, but never could have left each other alone.

They hugged, it hurt, they didn’t stop.

They whispered, in equally trained voices, with equally drilled expressions, each others names, the only names they ever really felt like they owned.

“Ya-nii”

“Yu-nee”

Then, after a moment longer, they pulled apart, blood evaporating on skin, tears freezing on waterlines, they turned and left. And they both smiled, as close to the real smiles they wore as kids as they thought they would ever get again.

Touya wasn’t made for love, he was made for rage, clawing at his throat until he let it out.

Touya wasn’t made for love, but maybe there was an exception.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, she was made for love, care and protection overflowing from her like the tears she couldn’t shed.

Fuyumi wasn’t made for rage, but the cracks were growing, and lava lived beneath her ice.

They were polar opposites, one left and the other stayed. One killed, the other saved. One burned, the other froze. But they were cut from the same cloth, a cloth woven of love and rage, and when you looked closely, ice burns as bright as fire.

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