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( eddie steps inside and steve closes the door behind him, takes a moment to lean on it because wow, he's high. yep. great. he hums, biting into his lower lip as he watches eddie look around the foyer. ) I'm high but not that high.
( he is also a lying liar who lies.
eddie turns around and tilts his head. it's a cute gesture, it is. it's pretty endearing, actually, but that's not the thing that steve gets hung up on as eddie gives him options of where to read. the smart thing is the couch but, well, steve's high and the idea of eddie in his room is pretty tempting. )
My room. ( said slowly, before he nods and grins. ) The bed's more comfortable than the couch, man. ( except the whole point is he's not supposed to fall asleep? right? that's out the window.
normally steve's pretty good about boundaries and not being too touchy, that's eddie's thing, but that goes out the window when he's high. he reaches for eddie's hand, then redirects -- clumsily -- to grab his wrist so he can lead up him the stairs. he stops at the bottom of them, frowns. ) Oh. Shoes off upstairs though. ( worried, as if that's a fucking deal breaker here. )
( he is also a lying liar who lies.
eddie turns around and tilts his head. it's a cute gesture, it is. it's pretty endearing, actually, but that's not the thing that steve gets hung up on as eddie gives him options of where to read. the smart thing is the couch but, well, steve's high and the idea of eddie in his room is pretty tempting. )
My room. ( said slowly, before he nods and grins. ) The bed's more comfortable than the couch, man. ( except the whole point is he's not supposed to fall asleep? right? that's out the window.
normally steve's pretty good about boundaries and not being too touchy, that's eddie's thing, but that goes out the window when he's high. he reaches for eddie's hand, then redirects -- clumsily -- to grab his wrist so he can lead up him the stairs. he stops at the bottom of them, frowns. ) Oh. Shoes off upstairs though. ( worried, as if that's a fucking deal breaker here. )
You can, but you still have to impress my NPCs. You gotta be just the right amount of charming, big boy. [ He's grinning, as if he's come out of this conversation with some kind of victory, and he's about to say so when there's a finger poking him and he squawks like a bird.
Cue him lifting a hand to his mouth and glaring at Steve.
Then, mumbled through his fingers, ] Low blow, Harrington.
Cue him lifting a hand to his mouth and glaring at Steve.
Then, mumbled through his fingers, ] Low blow, Harrington.
[ there is something extremely enamoring about steve's current state. he hasn't seen steve this high before, only heard about dustin's attempted retelling of the russian truth serum incident, but nothing could have prepared him for this. ]
Uh huh, of course you aren't, Stevie.
[ he makes sure to use extra sarcastic enunciation, because he's not really in the right state to parse out subtlety right now.
and sure, he threw out the bedroom more as a joke, but steve went right for it. he probably could say he was joking, lead them towards the couch, but before he can, steve is grabbing for his hand, which causes eddie's brain to short circuit for a moment, forcing steve to try and drag him at first before his brain catches up with him. ]
Yeah, right, of course, the bedroom.
[ and now he can't help but laugh at the whole no shoes upstairs thing, because of course that's a rule. can't mess up the carpets or anything. he doesn't hesitate to kick off his shoes, and looks back up at steve. ]
Well? Lead the way, big boy.
Uh huh, of course you aren't, Stevie.
[ he makes sure to use extra sarcastic enunciation, because he's not really in the right state to parse out subtlety right now.
and sure, he threw out the bedroom more as a joke, but steve went right for it. he probably could say he was joking, lead them towards the couch, but before he can, steve is grabbing for his hand, which causes eddie's brain to short circuit for a moment, forcing steve to try and drag him at first before his brain catches up with him. ]
Yeah, right, of course, the bedroom.
[ and now he can't help but laugh at the whole no shoes upstairs thing, because of course that's a rule. can't mess up the carpets or anything. he doesn't hesitate to kick off his shoes, and looks back up at steve. ]
Well? Lead the way, big boy.
Stevie. ( steve repeats, looking a little perplexed by it though he's heard eddie call him that before.
and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
[ eddie isn't sure what he expects when he walks into steve's room. the rest of the house is enormous and filled with things that are clearly there to show off how much money his parents have. steve's bedroom is...
well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
Oh they're in the closet. I was cleaning and didn't put them back out. ( steve raises a hand off the bed, points haphazardly around the room like that'll show eddie where the closet is. it's by the door to his en suite but that's not really clear.
he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
[ it's painfully obvious that eddie is far too sober for the level of stoned steve is, and he tries not to feel too guilty about that. he allows himself a moment to take in everything, to take in steve in his current state while he can actually look and not worry about it being deemed as too long.
and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits. [ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits. [ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
I'm not. You are. ( which is, once again, petulant and a huff. is he talking about being ridiculous or eddie being cute? even steve isn't sure right now.
he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
[ how eddie manages to get through any narration is a minor miracle. the way steve all out giggles sends a thrill down his spine and warms his heart in a way he didn't think was possible. and when he looks up at steve and sees him latch onto every word?
eddie is simply a goner. whatever attempts he has made to try and stave off a crush are completely out the window. there's a ghost of a smile as eddie barrels on, managing to make it to the end of the first chapter, and to eddie it feels like no time has passed at all. but judging by steve's current state, he probably has no concept of time. ]
You want me to stop there or do you want me to keep going?
eddie is simply a goner. whatever attempts he has made to try and stave off a crush are completely out the window. there's a ghost of a smile as eddie barrels on, managing to make it to the end of the first chapter, and to eddie it feels like no time has passed at all. but judging by steve's current state, he probably has no concept of time. ]
You want me to stop there or do you want me to keep going?
[ from here ]
Wow. You're lucky I don't have a big ego or anything anymore.
Only if you get to see me in them and it's pretty cold out right now. You're going to have to find a way to convince me to wear them. [ which will be like stealing candy from a baby... ]
Wow. You're lucky I don't have a big ego or anything anymore.
Only if you get to see me in them and it's pretty cold out right now. You're going to have to find a way to convince me to wear them. [ which will be like stealing candy from a baby... ]
You'd end up so insufferable. Like Henderson level of insufferable.
[ which he definitely means affectionately, though it doesn't come across over text so well. ]
To be honest, most of the ideas I had mostly involve what happens when you're out of said swimwear.
[ which he definitely means affectionately, though it doesn't come across over text so well. ]
To be honest, most of the ideas I had mostly involve what happens when you're out of said swimwear.
( technically, it's not their first date. it's their first official date. if you don't count any of the times one of them was trying to do a date-like thing to see if the other one of them would notice.
thinking back on it, steve's not sure how he missed some of it.
actually, he knows how.
robin knows how too because she has had to deal with him both lament that eddie couldn't possibly be into him and then lament about how can he be a better boyfriend to eddie when he sucks at being a boyfriend anyway? see prior evidence??? there's a huge difference between being two guys who like each other and dating. not that steve has experience with dating a guy.
but he figures he does have experience with eddie. so a valentine's date with eddie shouldn't be a problem. they're going to steve's favorite diner which has a pretty cool surprise spot behind it that steve wants to take eddie. it'll be fine. it will. except. this is their first date (they haven't even kissed because they're taking things slow? rip robin's ears also) and it's valentine's day (technically, it's the day before valentine's day because they have to be careful and also because steve couldn't get valentine's day off. keith is a tyrant, honestly.)
steve smoothes his hands over his jean-clad knees and pushes himself to hop out of the beemer, which has been parked in front of eddie's trailer probably way too long to not have been noticed. he does have flowers in the passenger's seat but he's not sure if to take them for a second but, hey, it's their first date and it's valentine's day. and flowers are a thing.
so steve grabs them, slams the car door and runs up the stairs to knock on the front door with the hopes that eddie hasn't been watching him this whole time. )
thinking back on it, steve's not sure how he missed some of it.
actually, he knows how.
robin knows how too because she has had to deal with him both lament that eddie couldn't possibly be into him and then lament about how can he be a better boyfriend to eddie when he sucks at being a boyfriend anyway? see prior evidence??? there's a huge difference between being two guys who like each other and dating. not that steve has experience with dating a guy.
but he figures he does have experience with eddie. so a valentine's date with eddie shouldn't be a problem. they're going to steve's favorite diner which has a pretty cool surprise spot behind it that steve wants to take eddie. it'll be fine. it will. except. this is their first date (they haven't even kissed because they're taking things slow? rip robin's ears also) and it's valentine's day (technically, it's the day before valentine's day because they have to be careful and also because steve couldn't get valentine's day off. keith is a tyrant, honestly.)
steve smoothes his hands over his jean-clad knees and pushes himself to hop out of the beemer, which has been parked in front of eddie's trailer probably way too long to not have been noticed. he does have flowers in the passenger's seat but he's not sure if to take them for a second but, hey, it's their first date and it's valentine's day. and flowers are a thing.
so steve grabs them, slams the car door and runs up the stairs to knock on the front door with the hopes that eddie hasn't been watching him this whole time. )
Tell me about it. Was he always like this? [ Because he still can't get over the fact that Steve had been the positive older male influence before Eddie swooped in to save him from high school jackasses. ]
Lucky for me indeed. Don't suppose you have a hot tub to go with that fancy pool of yours, hm?
Lucky for me indeed. Don't suppose you have a hot tub to go with that fancy pool of yours, hm?
[ the one drawback to living in such a small town in indiana is that it's a little bit difficult to go on dates, period. one has to be very discreet to keep themselves safe in a world where people already hated eddie's guts enough for apparently being the spawn of satan, or whatever bullshit they've been preaching these days, now that his name has been cleared of having anything to do with the creel murders.
under any normal circumstances, eddie wouldn't give two shits about valentine's day. but this is a momentous occasion, being his first serious boyfriend that he's still with on the dreaded corporate nightmare of a day, and steve has been excitedly planning this, and okay, maybe some of that excitement has rubbed off on him.
it has clearly rubbed off enough for eddie to put a hell of a lot of work into his appearance for this date. his hair is pulled back, revealing a tattoo that's normally hidden just underneath his earlobe of a music note, and while he is wearing a band t-shirt, his usual affinity for denim has been replaced with one of gareth's flannels, a dark grey one that is maybe a little bit on the baggy side on him, so he has the sleeves rolled up just a little bit. and by some miracle, he's managed to find the one pair of jeans that don't have holes in them.
when he answers the door, he puts on a scrutinizing face and pokes his head out the door. ] We don't want any. [ and playfully shuts it in steve's face, counts to five before opening it again and flashing him a wolfish grin. ] Darling, you made it.
[ sitting on the counter in the kitchen, if steve were to look past eddie's shoulder, is a small present wrapped in red wrapping paper, which eddie quickly grabs and shoves it towards steve. ] I know we said we weren't really gonna do expensive presents or anything but, I didn't spend money on this so it totally counts okay.
under any normal circumstances, eddie wouldn't give two shits about valentine's day. but this is a momentous occasion, being his first serious boyfriend that he's still with on the dreaded corporate nightmare of a day, and steve has been excitedly planning this, and okay, maybe some of that excitement has rubbed off on him.
it has clearly rubbed off enough for eddie to put a hell of a lot of work into his appearance for this date. his hair is pulled back, revealing a tattoo that's normally hidden just underneath his earlobe of a music note, and while he is wearing a band t-shirt, his usual affinity for denim has been replaced with one of gareth's flannels, a dark grey one that is maybe a little bit on the baggy side on him, so he has the sleeves rolled up just a little bit. and by some miracle, he's managed to find the one pair of jeans that don't have holes in them.
when he answers the door, he puts on a scrutinizing face and pokes his head out the door. ] We don't want any. [ and playfully shuts it in steve's face, counts to five before opening it again and flashing him a wolfish grin. ] Darling, you made it.
[ sitting on the counter in the kitchen, if steve were to look past eddie's shoulder, is a small present wrapped in red wrapping paper, which eddie quickly grabs and shoves it towards steve. ] I know we said we weren't really gonna do expensive presents or anything but, I didn't spend money on this so it totally counts okay.
Pretty much. This is--- no, I was gonna say he's like calmed down but he hasn't. It's getting worse.
Not an outdoor one but there is a hot tub in the master suite and there's a mirror in front of it. ( he doesn't want to think about why that's there. the whole wall is a mirror, it's just his parents are vain. that's it. ugh. trying to think thoughts about him and eddie in 3, 2, 1....)
Not an outdoor one but there is a hot tub in the master suite and there's a mirror in front of it. ( he doesn't want to think about why that's there. the whole wall is a mirror, it's just his parents are vain. that's it. ugh. trying to think thoughts about him and eddie in 3, 2, 1....)
Guess it's up to us to instill a little discipline, huh? Something, something, a united front.
That's. Interesting. [ if it weren't for the fact that it was his parents' idea, that would probably be kind of hot.
but no, he is not trying to imagine steve's parents right now. ] Okay now I'm just thinking about making use of that mirror, damn you.
That's. Interesting. [ if it weren't for the fact that it was his parents' idea, that would probably be kind of hot.
but no, he is not trying to imagine steve's parents right now. ] Okay now I'm just thinking about making use of that mirror, damn you.
Teach him some manners. Okay, no more talking about Dustin. I'm calling an end to it because this is going into horny territory. [ and he doesn't want dustin near his horny thoughts at all. as much as he doesn't want his parents near them.
anyway. horny territory. ]
I mean... it's not like anyone else is going to be around to use it for another week?
anyway. horny territory. ]
I mean... it's not like anyone else is going to be around to use it for another week?
You just had to go there. Nope, nope, time to think about your grandma and dead kittens, abort, abort. ( as much as he adores the gremlins he doesn't need them taking a guest spot in their horny fantasies. )
Ah, they're still away, huh? You think they'd notice if we, um. Used it?
Ah, they're still away, huh? You think they'd notice if we, um. Used it?
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