It's driving Eddie insane.
There's no fucking way the 2 things can be true. Either Steve stole Eddie's porn, his prized magazines full of hot boys covered in piercings, tattoos, and mouthwatering amounts of leather. Or... OR! Steve happens to own the same magazine. Eddie can't believe either thing is true. Maybe it was a prank? Some sick homo-mag that his basketball buddies slipped him some time... that he kept for over a year at least? Yeah. Sure, Munson.
"Soo... Beefcake?" Eddie leans over the counter at Family Video, making sure his tatted tits are on full view in front of Steve.
Steve lowers the paper he's reading. "Am I supposed to be Beefcake?"
Eddie plasters his world-famous shit-eating grin across his face, scooting slightly left so he chest is firmly in front of Steve's pretty eyes. "Only Beefcake I see regularly without some serious payment on my end."
Steve coughs in surprise. "Not taking the bait, Munson. What brings you in, anyway? Are you trying to get Rocky Horror again? I think someone besides you actually rented it this week."
"Really?" Eddie sighs, then perks up, remembering the real reason he was here. "No, uh, I wanted to ask..." His courage runs out halfway through his sentence.
Steve smiled softly at him, his cow eyes framed by those perfect eyelashes and... FOCUS MUNSON.
"I wanted to ask if you had read anything good recently? Maybe any good magazines?"
Steve raises an eyebrow. "Did Robin put you up to this? She said you freaked out after I left my porn out on my nightstand on accident when you slept over. Are you homophobic or something?"
Eddie practically loses his balance. "Steve- we- you- I'm-" He stumbles through forty different responses. "I'm not homophobic."
Steve shrugs. "Are you mad it had guys and girls in it? It's not the 70s anymore, Munson-"
"We own the same BDSM Leather Daddy magazine."
They stare at each other for a second.
Steve clears his throat. "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd have jock porn or something, but your type is your business."
"Why would you hope I had jock porn?"
There's a loud throat-clearing noise from the break room, Robin peaking her head out. "Can you two take your horrible flirting somewhere else? I'm getting traumatized over here."
"Sorry, Rob." They mumble in unison.
"Thank you." She says, before spinning away in her chair.
Steve leans in and whispers. "I was hoping you had jock porn because then all the times you bent over the counter and shoved your tits in my face would make sense."
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