Buck naked, with their clothes strewn throughout THEIR apartment like breadcrumbs leading back to where they stopped unpacking and started making out under the towers of boxes yet untouched, Eddie doesn't want to move ever again. Steve's fat pec is so warm and fuzzy and soft... perfect to nap on.
Comments
Eddie slaps his hand on top of Steve's with a SMACK. Steve, whom he loves so so deeply Eddie reminds himself, winces at him. "Sorry," he says. "It was a super curly one."
Eddie snorts, taking his hand and confiscating it between their bodies.
Eddie considers him, suspicious. "...Your favorite."
"I could carry you," Steve adds, hopeful.
"Mmmm..." Eddie releases the deepest, longest sigh. "Okay. Boil me like a frog."
Then it's Eddie's turn to look hopefully at him as the bubbles rise around his toes.
Steve delivers, kneeling on the tile and leaning over the tub edge to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him some more
Steve probably saw a dozen places before landing on this one, typically walking in and out of appointments before Eddie even finished looking at the entryway closet.
But this one...This one was theirs in under a minute.
"It's perfect," he said, winking at Eddie's stunned face.
'You're perfect,' he'd thought, too shy to say it aloud