It’s this huge thing in his head. An insurmountable something, and Eddie’s knocking off the boulders at the summit. Placing them back down gently on the ground.
“Okay stevie . What do you want to do, then?”
“Okay stevie . What do you want to do, then?”
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“I don’t know. I like you. I want to stay with you -
“I’m sorry, Stevie, but if you think I’m breaking up with you because you’re not sure if you want to - what? keeping having sex? - then you’re crazy. I’m gone on you, sweetheart.”
“If all we do for the next 20 years is cuddle and play chess, i’ll be happy”
Eddie grins at him, sharp at the edges, teeth gleaming, and steve knows he *means* it. That he wants Steve for 20 years.
“Chess?” He asks, his own answering smile fading into his own face, finally.
“Chess.” Eddie confirms, and he leans down, hand coming to bracket Steve’s jaw.
Steve… feels full. Happy. Worn out and worried and incandescent, all in one.
“Chess, and kissing.” And Steve leans into his the curve of his palm, eyes closed, waiting for eddie to meet him half way.
He always does.
you can read the cleaned up version on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50330248