Steve and Robin who are professional crashers. Weddings, funerals, proms, parties, conferences… exclusive Hollywood elite clubs, the red carpet a couple of times, and even the set of Corroded Coffin’s new music video.
“Heyyy,” Eddie says, slowly, deeply confused seeing two strangers not in staff uniforms snacking off his private table. He’s pretty sure he’s met all the actors for the day. “Can I help you?”
The girl, gaping and wide eyed, slowly puts down her donut. But the guy with his back to Eddie doesn’t even turn around.
“Oh sorry, I’m Ed’s boyfriend,” he says over his shoulder, eyes locked on the leaning tower of finger foods he’s got balancing on a plate. “We got bored in his trailer and just thought we’d look around.”
“Ed?” Eddie asks, bewildered. “Boyfriend?”
Still gaping, the girl starts flapping her arms at the guy.
“Yeaaah? You know, Eddie Munson?” he replies, voice dripping with amused derision. Finally, he turns around, smirk fading and, oh fuck, Eddie’s in trouble. “Oh,” he says now, “uh.”
“Oh fuck,” says the girl, and she starts frantically stuffing her bag with food.
“Now, hey,” says the guy, a new, impish smile spreading across his pretty face, and oh god, where is Gareth when Eddie needs him? “We don’t want any trouble, handsome,” he says, putting down his plate and stepping into Eddie’s space with what can only be described as swagger. “I’m Steve, and this is Robin.”
The girl waves, still stuffing her bag frantically.
“We’re big fans,” Steve purrs.
And see, Eddie might be a famous rockstar—8 world tours, Super Bowl performance, 5 albums, 4 platinum, a Grammy and an Oscar—but he’s never, ever figured out what to do in front of a pair of pretty brown eyes and a nice ass. Never.
“Uh,” Eddie says. Is that chest hair? “I’m Eddie.” Oh, god. “Nice to meet you?” Oh, fuck his entire life.
Steve’s smile is down right evil. “Oh, I promise,” he says leaning right into Eddie’s ear. “I can be very nice.”