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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[heatmetal]

Don't gotta tell me twice.

[ he falls bonelessly, letting his long fingers walk up Steve's chest before sliding around his neck to pull him close for a breathless kiss. ]

[retromix]

[ God, he loves him. It feels like his chest swells ten times the size of his lung capacity when Eddie kisses him, a relieved moan painting across Eddie's tongue with every lick into that hot mouth. Steve loves the way he wraps his arms around him and gets those thighs settled either side of his hips, a lapful of Eddie, of his boyfriend, simplifying all his cares and concerns. How could he have any when getting greedy handfuls of that ass is so much more important?

The kissing Steve loves most of all, shivering up for more. ]

[heatmetal]

[ It's a nice, long make-out session. Reacquainting himself with every inch of Steve's body. The dips of his muscles, the raised skin of his scars, the sweet dip of his shoulder. ]

Now... For something really sexy. [ he gives one last little peck on his lips, waggling his eyebrows. ] You feeling up to braving pigeon shit while I try to test these mysterious powers of mine?

[retromix]

[ Once his lips are tingling with the threat of going numb, he looks up at Eddie (sighing happily, entirely content with his arms wound around him) and arches a curious brow.

Oh, pigeons.

Steve's laugh is a startled bark, dropping his forehead to Eddie's chest. Don't mind him pretending he isn't easy for Eddie Munson and was surprised with birds. ]

Yeah, sure. We can head out to the parking lot I did some training in, if you like.

[ But first! One last hug with his face burying in the curve of Eddie's neck and Steve's hands roaming under his shirt, spreading up his back. Cosy and happy.

Muffled, he nods. ]

Off you hop, then.

[heatmetal]

For a king, you make a lovely throne.

[ Eddie laughs - a maniacal cackle, warm and brimming with energy as he climbs off of his throne, pulling Steve with him. ]

[retromix]

Keep the flattery up and see where it gets you, Mister Big Bad Hanky.

[ Steve levels a look at him as he's pulled to his feet, finding his keys, phone and wallet on their way out. His arm slings around Eddie's shoulders as they walk, testing out whether that's okay or not. ]

If you summon a whale by accident, I'm abandoning you to be swallowed whole. I'm not signing up for that.

[heatmetal]

[ welcomed even, judging by the way Eddie's arm wraps around him in turn. ]

You won't fight to avenge me, Captain Ahab?

[retromix]

If a whale falls on us? I'll summon the best umbrella you've ever seen. We'll be totally safe.

[ Such confidence! ]

[heatmetal]

Holding you to it.

[ pressed a kiss to his cheek. ]

My big bad hero.

[retromix]

[ If he could smile any brighter his face would be a torch, nuzzling long curls and talking nonsense all the way to the car. In the SUV he taps the fancy music station, leering a look at Eddie. ]

I loaded it with some of your bands' albums. Do not pick something too distracting while I'm driving.

[heatmetal]

[ those big brown eyes go OH so wide. ]

You are hands down the best thing that's ever happened to me. [ and then... Picks the tamest song he can find to ensure no accidents happen. ]

[retromix]

Might turn out to be a decent boyfriend for once, stranger things have happened.

[ Time to drive the prince of metal to a parking lot with the weirdest pile of shit in the centre, all of it piled up high. Flowers have been blown in all directions: looks like someone was feeling guilty as shit and accidentally raided half the gardens in the suburbs of their roses. Other things consist of: a bunch of metal albums, swords, axes, armour that looks medieval as hell, and a closet. ]

Stay close to the car so we can make a run for it if the bats come back.

[heatmetal]

[ yes, hello. Doedhe get to pick all this scrap up. Eddie grabs a rose as it breezez by, glancing st Steve with a broad grin.

Look at all these treasures you left for this little date.

[retromix]

[ His cheeks are so red. ]

You think that's funny, huh? Wiseguy?

[ He picks up a rosebud and aims for Eddie's shoulder. ]

[heatmetal]

I think... I'm the luckiest man alive, is what I think.

[ Eddie mimes kissing the petals and then tosses it back ]

[retromix]

[ The rosebud pings off Steve's flaming cheek. ]

Can you do your fairy Disney princess thing already, please?

[heatmetal]

[ yeah yeah. Eddie turns his attention from his blushing boyfriend and just holds out a hand. ]

UH... Pigeon!

[ nothing happens. ]

[retromix]

Incredible.

[ Leaning an arm on the door of the car as he watches. ]

Try something smaller.

[heatmetal]

Like what? Cockroaches?

[ he rests a hand on his hip, looking Steve up and down. ]

[retromix]

[ What's that look for, Mister Sassypants. ]

I don't know, dude. Rats? Mice? Something that could be nearby on the ground and won't scare you if they come charging. Maybe you have to send your thoughts to them?

[heatmetal]

I'm worried about scaring you, sweetheart.

[ sending his thoughts... He turns back to then lot, keeps his hand held out, and tried to do just that. ]

[retromix]

I'm scared of very little beyond double VHS nights.

[ True horror!!! Also a lie. He watches in interest, eyeing the parking lot around them. ]

[heatmetal]

Maybe that should be your safeword, then.

[ his eyes are shut. And he's...

Not getting rats. Or pigeons. Or bats.

But there are a few black cats starting to slink out of the shadows. ]

[retromix]

[ Rolling his eyes, he catches sight of the cats. Black cats. Normal-looking but he straightens up anyway. ]

Are you sure you're not a witch now or something?

[heatmetal]

[ uhhh.

Yeah. Those sure are cats. They look warily at Steve, but like the bats, they approach Eddie like he's an old friend.

He carefully lowers himself to the ground to pet them.

You guys are pretty hungry, huh?