"So," Eddie said, resting his chin in his cupped hands and smiling winsomely up at Steve, "what's my motivation here?"
Steve ran a hand through his hair, honestly stumped. This wasn't going anywhere close to how he'd thought it would, and the entire flaw in the plan was the guy right in front of him. He - the fact of it was, Steve hadn't been expecting anyone even close to so hot, and it was really screwing with his ability to form complete sentences, let alone think around corners.
"Your Craigslist ad said - "
"Yeah, the ad," Eddie waved that away. "There's only so much information your response gave me, big boy. Sure, you want Thanksgiving ruined, but what's my backstory?"
Eddie vaulted to his feet, way too much energy for the peaceful clearing they'd met up in, almost tipping himself backwards over the picnic bench... and then doing it, sprawling out over the table like a swooning maiden, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead.
"Am I a pining ex serenading you under your bedroom window?" He sat up, an abrupt movement that left him hunched and glaring. "A bitter rival accusing you of stealing my man?"
Steve took a couple of steps backwards as Eddie flung himself off the picnic table and darted in close, looking up at him under his lashes with an air of tragedy.
"Are you cheating on me, baby?"
"I wouldn't," Steve said, and quite without intending to he reached up and cupped Eddie's cheek, brushing the crest of it with his thumb before feeling bright colour wash across his own, up to the bright tips of his ears.
"Oh," Eddie breathed, his eyes flicking between Steve's, "you're just a sweetheart, aren't you?" His long fingers cupped Steve's elbows, then slid down to encircle his wrists, the brush of his warm skin like tingling static against Steve's.
"I just want my parents to believe me," Steve said, his blush renewing at the plaintive note in his voice, the idiot simplicity of what he couldn't do for himself.
"Oh, baby," Eddie said, his voice settling warm like syrup in Steve's gut, "I will be the most convincing boyfriend you could ever wish for." He grinned, wide and a little manic, and Steve couldn't help how the echo took up residence on his face.
"And what's more convincing," Eddie said thoughtfully, carefully weaving their fingers together and pulling Steve a little closer, "than days - nay, weeks! - of dating?"
"Weeks?" Steve asked, laughter warm in his voice.
"Months?" Eddie asked, and then - slow, and sweet, and with all the time in the world where Steve chose not to pull away - gently brushed their lips together.
"I'm in trouble with you, huh?" Steve asked, and got another of those sweet, manic grins.
"You wouldn't believe how convincing marriage can be," Eddie said.
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