It takes a few months for Eddie to decide that, okay, Steve might actually stick around.
The amount of time passed isn’t a factor. It’s simply that Steve, even though he couldn’t get off work to go to a Corroded Coffin gig and had an early shift the next morning too, stayed up to call Eddie once he got back home to ask how it went. Steve even allowed time for Corroded Coffin partying it up a bit after (which definitely happened) and for Eddie to take a shower and get comfy (which definitely didn’t, because Eddie had gotten distracted by something on tv and rummaging through his room for a joint, not in that order), and they just. Chatted, for over an hour. Even though Steve needed to go to bed and kept dozing off on the line, he kept insisting that “I like hearing your voice” and “I’m still really bummed I didn’t get to see you play tonight,” his pouting just as audible as his yawns.
He’s so sweet and devoted it makes Eddie’s teeth ache. It’s time to return the favor.
The next morning, Eddie turns up about an hour into Steve’s early shift with coffee (for both of them) and a breakfast bagel sandwich that he made himself. Steve lights up when he first sees him, his night owl boyfriend’s presence at this ungodly hour being a wonderful surprise in itself, and as each new offering is noticed or revealed his smile goes up a notch in both brilliance and wonder. Eddie ends up crashing in the break room despite the caffeine and snoozes there until it’s time for Steve’s lunch break; when Steve comes to nudge him awake Eddie gets him in a full body octopus hug right there on the break room couch, nuzzling and cooing and just generally letting out all the cuteness aggression he’s felt since, like, before they’d started dating.
They go out, grab fast food from somewhere, and eat it in the back of Eddie’s van somewhere out of the summer sun and secluded enough that they can comfortably lay on each other and make out the whole time. Relaxed and sweet, no pressure to try and squeeze in a quickie before Steve has to clock back in, just enjoying being close. “I missed you,” Eddie explains when asked why all the sudden closeness—not that Steve’s objecting, not at all, he just hadn’t expected it.
“We talked last night,” Steve points out. “Well, at the crack of dawn this morning. And spent basically all day together on Tuesday.”
“Yeah,” Eddie replies patiently, “and I needed to see you again today. Because you’re my guy, and it’s high time I make sure you feel like you’re my guy.” He gives him a kiss that was intended to be quick, but they both get carried away for a minute or two until he breaks away to shyly add, “I also want to invite you to band practice on Saturday. Since you couldn’t come last night, and, you know. Officially meet the guys. If you want.”
Steve melts and tightens his grip on him at the same time. “Yeah, of course I want! If, uh, they don’t mind me being there. I know you were… easing them into you dating a former-douchebag jock.”
“Sweetheart, hey.” Eddie cradles his face and starts peppering his cheeks with kisses. “I haven’t been hiding you. They’ve been bitching about not getting the chance to give you the shotgun talk for weeks. And when that’s over they’re going to start telling you stories about every stupid thing I’ve done, excuse that’s what friends do. It’s going to be godawful embarrassing for me, that’s why I’ve been putting it off.”
“Oh,” Steve says with a dawning smile, sweet and besotted but also a little teasing. “You mean like how you put off telling Wayne about us until he caught me getting coffee in your kitchen one morning and showed me your baby pictures, and you threatened to throw a temper tantrum?”
“Hush up,” Eddie chides, and kisses him again.
Steve’s a little late getting back to work, but he can’t bring himself to feel even a little bit bad about it.
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