#morning after baybeeeeyyyy

[momotonescreaming]

I actually managed to get some writing done today! Have a snip!

They’re better now — the scars — faded and shiny white, instead of angry and red. From Steve diligently putting on oils and creams on them, gently rubbish them into his skin. When Steve was first recovering, once the stitches were out, way before they were dating — back when it was fleeting glances and daydreams — Eddie had helped with the road rash all the way down his back.

Steve’s skin was warm, and tanned, and Eddie’s face burned like a forest fire as he swept his hands over Steve’s back. Feeling his muscles under the palms of his hands, the curve of his hips. At the time he was glad it was only his back he needed help with. So Steve couldn’t see his blushing face, feel his heated gaze, look at him with all knowing eyes.

Now, however, Eddie knows he’s free to touch, if he so wants. And boy, does he want. Almost all the time, actually.

Wants to stand behind Steve and run his calloused fingertips down his boyfriend’s spine. Wants to feel him shiver, feel the goosebumps raise on his skin. Wants to watch as Steve tilts his head up, arches into it, sinks into the sensation. Eddie wants to reach the small of his back, rest his hand there. Wants to gently press down, the way he did last night, as he guided Steve into him. Wants to know if he’ll groan in that way that he does — the groan that always does things to Eddie — sends blood rushing straight to his cock.

But now isn’t the time for that. Steve has to get ready, and Eddie isn’t as up for it as his horny mind probably wants him to be. Their bed is comfortable, it’s still early, and sleep is still clinging to the edges of his mind, thick and heavy.

And if Eddie stands up straight? He is definitely going to feel pain shoot straight down his body. Down his back, to his thighs, his ass. A good pain, of course. A tired, pleasant ache, he’ll feel deep in his muscles. Memory of a night well spent. He’s going to spend today at home, he knows, trying not to waddle when he walks.

So Eddie just sinks into Steve’s side of the mattress, head still propped up on his hands, and watches his boyfriend get ready. Steve unscrews the lid of a palm sized container, and scoops out some gooey moisturiser that Eddie knows claims to smell like grapefruit.

“It’s breakfast with Robin today, right?” Eddie asks, words slightly mumbled as his hand smooshes his face, making eye contact with Steve through the reflection of the mirror. “Or is it your work brunch?”

“Work brunch is next weekend,” Steve replies, smiling as he rubs the moisturiser into his skin. Eddie follows the motion with his eyes. “It’s Robin today.”

#momo writes #this is a work in progress lol #a small fic ab established relationship steddie #being in love #and about intimacy #theyre naked through the whole fic #morning after baybeeeeyyyy