Eddie is high. He isn't sure he's ever been as high as he currently is, though he just wants to get even more high.
The stress of the Upside Down, being charged for murder, almost dying, being arrested only to be released because he isn't being charged for muder, everyone still thinking he's a murderer, but with the added twist of thinking he caused the earthquake/Vecna opening the gates, having to go back to fight Vecna again…
Eddie hasn't been able to relax at all, which is why he's currently getting stoned out of his mind. He's pointedly ignoring the concern Steve has been aiming at him, trying to act like he can't hear him when he repeatedly asks if it's safe for Eddie to be having that much, or mixing what he is.
He risks glancing over at him. He ends up staring. Which isn't surprising, Steve has always been magnetic to Eddie. He currently sees no reason to pretend like he isn't staring though, offering a smile when Steve catches him. Eddie smiles wider when Steve blushes. It's sweet, a pretty look on him.
He's reaching out without meaning too, surprising himself when he spots his hand brushing Steves cheek. His skin is smoother than he expected. Steve looks frozen, confused. But Eddie has already started touching him, doesn't see any reason to stop now.
"You're really pretty," Eddies voice is hushed.
His fingers trace the growing pink on his cheeks, following the blush up his cheekbones until he's cupping his cheek. Gently rubs his thumb across his cheek, feeling the warmth. It matches the lovely warmth in his chest.
"So, so… so pretty. Pretty boy." Eddie moves his hands to his hair, gently brushing his fingers through it so he doesn't mess it up. It looks great, it's soft, losing none of its bounce under the attention. "You're perfect, huh. Perfect, pretty boy."
"Ok," Steve clears his throat. "You've definitely had enough. I thought you had a better tolerance than this."
"Nooo," Eddie whines when Steve gets up, starts putting his weed and shit back where he'd pulled it out from, packing it up neatly.
"Stevie, come back, I was having a moment."
Steve barks out a laugh, looking round at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sure, yeah, you were."
"Please come back?" Eddie gives him best attempt at puppy dog eyes, tilting his head a little and outstretching his arms, making grabby hands at him. "I jus' wanna cuddle."
Steve sighs, trying to act like it's a chore. But, as soon as he's within range, Eddie grabs him and yanks him down. He yelps, landing half in Eddies lap, flushing. Eddie just wraps his arms around him, humming happily, gently rubbing Steves back.
"Needy," Steve mutters. He doesn't sound as angry as he aims for and, even if he did, it's immediately undermined by how he relaxes. How he curls up more against Eddie, tucking his face into his neck.
"This is nice," Eddie smiles. "We should do this more."
"Noooo, hang out! You're like, super cool now, Stevie. Not like high school, like actually cool. It's so great to- to, like, see that!"
They stay like that for the rest of the night- even when Steve gets up to put a movie on, goes straight back to that spot and lets Eddie pull him back down. He just hopes that Eddie doesn't regret being so physically affectionate once he sobers up.
But, when morning does come, Eddie flushes when he realizes that they're still curled up together on the couch. That they'd fallen asleep like that and, not only have they ended up more tangled up together, but Steve has somehow ended up completely on top of him.
When Steve yawns, lifts his head, he beams at him. He looks so bright and happy. It makes Eddies heart skip a beat, both with the almost painful amount of affection but also with hope- that maybe Steve, at the very least, wants to be close friends.
Although, Eddie slowly realizes, that doesn't explain the blush. He's seen people drape themselves all over Steve and he never blushes or get embarrassed. Maybe there is hope after all.
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