[ Why is that so touching? Maybe because it feels like a touchstone, some kind of stable reference point in their relationship? He never had that with Nancy. One day she loved him, the next she didn't; he was stupid enough to spew his idle daydreams that included her and for all her long gazes, her soft words, she couldn't wait to kiss Jonathan once they were reunited.
The paranoid voice in the back of his head that's been insisting he's going to lose Eddie somehow, to someone, is mollified by the simple fact Eddie doesn't wear his dumb bandana in his back pocket anymore.
Steve swallows, nodding. Yeah, it would be stupid to cruise while he's here! So ... stupid.
He glances sideways. ]
Guess we'd better not get divorced then, that'd get ugly.
We're still getting to know each other, and it's kinda... Fast but... Yeah? I mean... [ he laughs, breathless suddenly. ] kinda hard not to fall for a guy whose risking life in prison just to bring you snacks.
[ Sighing as he drives and rakes a hand through his hair, he keeps to his route despite the blush rising in his neck and cheeks (it isn't the way back to the hotel). ]
When we get out of this car I'm going to kiss you a lot, just so you know.
Good, because if you weren't, I'd be making a break for the woods. Local man humiliates himself in front of boyfriend, escapes to live a life amongst bears. And let me tell you lumberjacks are not my type.
[ Before Eddie can vanish into the ether of nerds, Steve makes good on his promise outside the shop where a few of the dorks are chatting and smoking, reeling him in to brush Eddie's hair back and kiss him soundly. They get a few whoops; Steve smiles. ]
[ it takes getting used to. being able to do this in public. Having people react positively. Eddie breaks away, flushed and wearing a smile too big for his face. ]
Hell yes.
[ this is eddies element, for sure. This fashion gets some comments from the other patrons - as does the ridiculously extensive knowledge he has if the earlier versions of d&d. Poor Steve has to listen to a painfully long conversation about the difference between what eddies used to and the latest edition.
He says he DMs but he's not up to date on any of this shit, Wizards of the Coast didn't even publish the version he plays, some people want to try an old school campaign and he's practically vibrating.
[ Steve absorbs information by proximity, which means he catches snippets (Eddie plays the "old" version, rude) and nerds flock to him for both the prestige that brings and out of eagerness to update him. Meanwhile, Steve's attention wanders to the miniatures he picks up and inspects in their boxes, accepting a little basket when a helpful salesgirl offers it; he puts three little guys in there. A warlock(?) who has long hair and a dramatic pose like a certain someone currently basking in nerdy attention, a fella with guns who could be Billy, and a guy with a sword for himself. He has no intention of painting them but they're kind of neat to look at.
He gets swallowed up in the back room where a bunch of foam larping weapons are hanging up on the wall. Whenever Eddie finds him, Steve is weighting a longsword with a falchion and laughing at how light they both are. ]
[ As if Steve knows anything about weapons beyond how how hard to hit things with them. He leans back into him, dropping a kiss on Eddie's cheek, and offers him the curved sword. ]
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[ The sassiest glance down at Eddie's ass before Steve pulls them out of park. ]
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[ .... Though it is still folded in there in case he needs to mop up sweat. ]
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I thought you kept it tucked in there.
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I should've known you've been staring at my ass enough to call that bluff.
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[ He does stare a lot, never has a newly out bisexual been thirstier. ]
I thought you still wore it hanging out sometimes though. Like I was just missing those times whenever I looked? But you're not.
[ Steve's confusion softens, touched. How does he keep being surprised by every little thoughtful gesture? ]
Thanks, man.
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[ he raises his eyebrows. ]
I'm all in. But if we break up I'm taking Dustin and the cat. You can keep Sinclair, Red and Wheeler.
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The paranoid voice in the back of his head that's been insisting he's going to lose Eddie somehow, to someone, is mollified by the simple fact Eddie doesn't wear his dumb bandana in his back pocket anymore.
Steve swallows, nodding. Yeah, it would be stupid to cruise while he's here! So ... stupid.
He glances sideways. ]
Guess we'd better not get divorced then, that'd get ugly.
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He'd escape to visit me anyway, you know he would.
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[ - that's a joke but it's maybe said a little more softly than it should be ]
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[ OH GOD HOW DOES HE DRIVE? OH NO HE NEEDS TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO PARK, WHOAAA SHIT. ]
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E-easy, man.
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I am easy! [
Welp.] I got it, I got it!Do you ... ? Did you mean that?
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We're still getting to know each other, and it's kinda... Fast but... Yeah? I mean... [ he laughs, breathless suddenly. ] kinda hard not to fall for a guy whose risking life in prison just to bring you snacks.
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[ Sighing as he drives and rakes a hand through his hair, he keeps to his route despite the blush rising in his neck and cheeks (it isn't the way back to the hotel). ]
When we get out of this car I'm going to kiss you a lot, just so you know.
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[ Pulling up beside the nerd shop he promised to take Eddie to, he jerks his chin at it. Makes obvious eyes. ]
It's a Wednesday.
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[ Oh. Oh. His eyes go wide.
On one hand, he really wants to drag Steve back to the hotel and finally show him just what he can do.
On the other he might be going into DND withdrawal. ]
You're gonna see me at my worst, you know.
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[ Before Eddie can vanish into the ether of nerds, Steve makes good on his promise outside the shop where a few of the dorks are chatting and smoking, reeling him in to brush Eddie's hair back and kiss him soundly. They get a few whoops; Steve smiles. ]
Let's go buy a bunch of junk.
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Hell yes.
[ this is eddies element, for sure. This fashion gets some comments from the other patrons - as does the ridiculously extensive knowledge he has if the earlier versions of d&d. Poor Steve has to listen to a painfully long conversation about the difference between what eddies used to and the latest edition.
He says he DMs but he's not up to date on any of this shit, Wizards of the Coast didn't even publish the version he plays, some people want to try an old school campaign and he's practically vibrating.
And then he's finally ready to shop. ]
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He gets swallowed up in the back room where a bunch of foam larping weapons are hanging up on the wall. Whenever Eddie finds him, Steve is weighting a longsword with a falchion and laughing at how light they both are. ]
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[ Eddie makes his presence known before he slinks up behind him, glancing st the replica weapons and his little mini haul with a grin. ]
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Wanna go one-on-one and find out?
[ Swordfight!!! ]
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[ taking it, testing the weight. Dropping into a dramatic fighting pose. ]
Have at you!
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