"Good morning princess." Chapped lips laid a soft kiss on Steve's cheek as he started to wake up from the alarm. "Good morning love." It was tired and mumbled, but good enough for Eddie to make his way out of bed and take a shower.

Steve yawned and stretched out his limbs before walking over to his closet lazily to grab a random outfit. No one had called him about the Family Video being repaired yet, so he was impatiently waiting to go back to working. It wasn't his dream job, but all the money he's saved up from it is pretty close to being enough for a rinky dink apartment in town. But it'd be his rinky dink apartment.

Shit, Steve thought, I need to do laundry. It was too hot to wear a pair of jeans and all of his good shorts were dirty. He dug through his drawers to find his old p.e shorts and slipped them on- well, it was more of a tug to get them over his ass. He has no idea how, but someway- his ass has grown since senior year. He shrugged his shoulders, content with the fact that nothing was hanging out and that was truly all that mattered.

He heard footsteps walk through the door and he looked through his closet to find some kind of shirt he could wear. "Hey, crazy question. But do you have any lighter t-shirts? It's just hot as shit outside and I need to do laundry so."

He turned towards the silence filling the room and found his boyfriend gawking, but not at him, at his ass. Steve rolled his eyes and walked over to him snapping his fingers in front of him to get his attention. "Hello? T-shirt? School?"

"What are you wearing?" The restraint in his voice almost made Steve laugh but he knew that'd be a bad idea so he just kept his mouth shit. "Clothes? So can I have one of your shirts, please?" He continued to stand there, raking his eyes over Steve and not saying a word.

Steve groaned and pulled his shirt off, bending over to grab Eddie's bag off the floor and putting it on the bed. A strangled noise was heard from behind him, "I don't think you should wear those." He rummaged through the bag before finally finding a white t-shirt- of course from a band he's never heard of before- and threw it on.

"What? You don't like my shorts?" He knew it was pressing every single one of Eddie's buttons right now, but he found it quite amusing. But he pressed to many buttons.

Eddie grabbed Steve's hips and forced him to kneel over the bed, rubbing himself against the man. "Fuck." Steve whimpered at the tone of his voice and Eddie's breath was once again hitting his neck. "No baby, I love them. But I think they should maybe just be something you wear around me."

Steve's breath hitched when a hand slapped down on his butt and he let out a strangled moan. "Because princess, your ass does things to me I can't even understand." Eddie rubbed his hand over where he had spanked him, his fingers however adventuring off somewhere else. He was soothing the mark they'd both knew would be there, but two fingers slid over his hole and he sucked in a sharp breath. "You do things to me I can't understand."

His hands rubbed along Steve's sides and he grabbed his hips roughly, slamming them back together. Eddie let out a sigh like he had been in pain and this was somehow helping it, "you have no idea how hard I try to keep my hands to myself love. You drive me crazy."

Steve was just trying to breathe correctly at this point, he could feel his heart beating in his throat, and all the blood that had rushed down was trying to kill him. Maybe that's what Eddie's trying to do- kill him. That's what it fucking feels like.

"Eddie." It came out as a whine and his body started to tremble, something he's starting to get accustomed to. "Yes love?" Steve pushed back against him and gasped at the contact, "please." Eddie's hands were now rubbing at Steve's sides, something that would be comforting if Steve didn't want them shoving something inside him.

"I'm sorry princess you're going to have to be more specific." Steve groaned in frustration but it came out as a cry, "jesus would you just- fuck me, please." A hand left his side and Eddie looked at him watch, "I'm sorry, I just don't think we have enough time for that. Maybe later." This sneaky little-

I'm gonna kill him. Steve thought

He took a deep breath and stood up, his ass once again rubbing against Eddie, but he tried his best to ignore it. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth without any distractions and went back into his room grabbing a pair of shoes and walking back out without a word. He made a piece of toast and put some butter on it, he can starve, Steve thought. Not that he'd actually ever want any harm to come to his boyfriend, but right now he feels like the man could fall down the stairs and he'd be fine.

Right on time, the fluffy hair started bouncing as Eddie walked down the stairs fully dressed and stepped in front of Steve, taking the piece of toast out of Steve's hand and taking a bite of it before walking out. I hate you I hate you I hate you.

Steve followed him out, grabbing his keys and walking out towards his car. He stopped when Eddie threw his backpack into the van through the window and walked towards him. His hands laid on his hips and he gave him a bullshit sad face. "Yes, I know you hate me. But you always tell me that you don't want me to make you late, so how could I not listen to you?" Steve stood there with an eyebrow raised knowing his boyfriend just grabbed that out of his ass. He patted his shoulders and got into his car, "I'll see you later Munson." He put his sunglasses on and went to put a cigarette in his mouth when Eddie shoved the left over piece of toast instead. "It's better for you."

He leaned down into the window and laid his chin down on his crossed arms. "You know I love you, right?" This man was giving him whiplash with the way he's been acting this morning, but Steve couldn't help but feel his heart warm at the words. Steve took the piece of toast out of his mouth, "I know, I love you too." He placed a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek and ushered him away from the car, turning it on and driving down the driveway.

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