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Eddie/Steve + Steve Accidentally Kisses Eddie

[(Anonymous)]

Steve accidentally kisses Eddie while dropping the kids off at DND as if he just does it all the time and Eddie understandably freaks out and has to stop the session shirt because he keeps thinking about it

Re: Eddie/Steve + Steve Accidentally Kisses Eddie

[(Anonymous)]

oh this is adorable, +1

Fill: Please Hold, accidental kiss

[(Anonymous)]

It's not too much of an exaggeration to describe the descent of five lively teens into a basement as a literal avalanche. Because that's exactly what it feels like some days, not that there's anything wrong with that, assuming everyone finds a soft place to land. If it is a natural disaster, at least it's a quick one, and Eddie's already picked a chair, two legs balanced on the floor, before half of them have their jackets off.

There's a brief period of shouting, and then a briefer period of intent snack stacking, in piles that are in no way structurally sound. There are dice on the floor and someone has already been accused of cheating before anything has even been set up. So no different to any other Wednesday. It's familiar enough that he doesn't want to complain. Though he will because he likes to discourage rowdiness while he's trying to worldbuild.

But then Mike is hefting a familiar blue bag strap in one hand, lifting it entirely from the chair it had been dumped on when Steve had to disentangle Dustin from his own backpack.

"Bag," he says, mouth already half full, expression unsurprised. It's clear he has no intention of actually getting up and returning it to Steve though, who's already up the stairs and out, maybe even gone after dropping the kids off. So Eddie's the one who has to stretch an arm over the table and catch it, before rocking back on his chair to get to his feet.

"Anyone looks at anything in the fifteen seconds I'm gone, I'll know."

"No you won't," Max points out, looking exactly like someone who would ferret out secrets and then share them for snacks.

Honestly, it depends, at least three of these kids give out guilt like white noise, and no amount of overlaid innocence or sullen posturing could hide it.

"I'll know," he repeats, two fingers pointed around the table before he backs up the stairs and rocks the door open with his ass. "I'll know!"

Steve is only halfway to the back door, shoes squeaking across the kitchen, hands delving in his pockets, face confused like he knows he'd forgotten something but couldn't remember exactly what. Kind of funny how often he's seen the man wearing that exact expression.

"Hey!" Eddie holds his bag up, bunched in one hand, and Steve's brain visibly switches back on.

"Shit, yeah, I left that, thanks man." He takes it from him, swinging it over his shoulder and tugging at the zip. Open or shut he can't seem to decide for a minute. "I have a bunch of things to do before I head home and I'm forgetting so much stuff today." The late sun is turning the kitchen a moody yellow, hopefully none of the things he has to do require too much daylight because that's going to be checking out soon.

"No problem."

"I'll see you later," Steve says, concentrating half on him and half on the zip, which seems to be making his life miserable on purpose.

"Yeah." Eddie needs to get back downstairs before the lure of looking through his shit becomes too much for a bunch of teens with no self-control.

Steve finally gets his bag fully done up, gives an annoyed little huff of triumph before he's straightening up. Eddie tips his head back a bit, so the late sun isn't right in his face and Steve's leaning forward before he's even registering it and -

Holy shit.

Eddie wasn't expecting to be kissed today. A dozen thoughts scatter like collapsing buildings in favour of being entirely aware of the sudden warm pressure over his mouth, the sliding closeness of a nose that isn't his own, and the unexpectedly vibrant smell of cologne, hair spray and something deeper that he suspects is just pure, undiluted Steve. There's a flare of breath across his cheek, a shuddery warm exhale that he feels all the way through him, and then Steve is pulling away, his bag sliding off his shoulder in slow motion, and he looks about as shocked as Eddie has ever seen him.

He has no idea what expression is on his own face right now. He thinks his mouth is open though, which seems incriminating somehow.

Steve makes a sound which isn't a word in any language, and then fights his way backwards out of the door, barely closing it behind him. Eddie definitely hears a 'shit' before he rounds the corner of the house and disappears. He stares at the door for a second, feeling the exact opposite of every time he's ever been punched and knows two things for certain. Firstly, oh yeah, he's definitely into dudes, not that he needed that confirmed but now it's extra confirmed, stamp that fucker and send it off to be ratified. Secondly, he's one hundred percent sure that Steve hadn't meant to do that, it has all the car-crash hallmarks of a complete and total accident.

Eddie's pretty sure he just pavlov-dogged Steve.

He thinks he just jabbed a finger into some sort of stupid, post-date instinct. Because he's a person that Steve spends time with, and hopefully kind of likes, but they're also saying goodbye near a doorway and he'd smiled and tipped his head back in exactly the right way - or the wrong way for Steve, he guesses, fuck - and Steve had probably reacted to that exact set of circumstances so many times he doesn't even have to think about it. And he clearly hadn't thought about it this one time.

Obviously or he wouldn't have kissed Eddie like that was a totally normal thing to do.

Eddie can feel something building in his throat that's either a hysterical laugh or some sort of muppet wail.

Honestly, he really doesn't have time for this right now, because he currently has a group of teens - who he can actually hear now the world has stopped dissolving in the blare of a mental dial tone - he has a bunch of teens downstairs that will absolutely start getting up to shit that he'll have to deal with if he doesn't show his face right now. Whether his face is ready to be shown or not.

He pushes the basement door open with a sneaker.

"I will know," he says from the top, and if his voice sounds a little like he's just been cracked open like a miserable walnut then he hopes no one has the balls to mention it.

Luckily they seem to have considered his stuff untouchable, or figured he was too close to get away with it at least, which knowing them is far more likely. He sets up while they festoon the table with snacks and he thinks he makes an excellent show of not having lost his mind in the two minutes he was gone.

Really? In the middle of the kitchen, not even a damn word of warning?

If you accidentally bait someone into kissing you does it even count? It doesn't count, right? This is definitely a valid take-backsies situation here.

Do not pass Go.

Do not count that as a first kiss.

Go directly to jail.

Shit, ok, maybe not the last one. Still too fucking soon to be joking about that.

The kids aren't currently looking at him like he's insane, but he feels like impending insanity is a minor but credible threat right now. He can't even remember what he was supposed to be doing. He can't remember the backstory he plotted out for the tavern keeper, can't remember which guards are being mind-controlled. He could just look but he doesn't normally have to do that. It feels like cheating. He had this whole thing prepared and then Steve had to go and -

Kiss him like that was a thing they just did.

Ok, but this technically wasn't his fault, for a change. And Eddie knows Steve well enough at this point to be fairly certain - though with more hope than actual proof - that he will entirely take the blame for accidentally kissing Eddie in the Wheeler's kitchen because his body hadn't bothered to let his brain catch up. Accidentally kissing him and invalidating his first kiss like some sort of dirty cheater at the kiss olympics. Which sucks but Eddie gets it, he gets it, he's done fucked up stuff by accident and this isn't even close to 'set the house on fire' levels of bad.

Steve will either awkwardly apologise and it will be one of the most awkward moments of Eddie's life, top ten at least. Or he'll brush it off and pretend the whole thing never happened. The choice is probably going to be up to him. Whether he makes a thing out of it. Eddie would normally be one hundred percent behind making a thing out of an entertaining fuck-up like this, and the fact that it involves him isn't even a dealbreaker. No one can flagellate you quite like yourself. But Steve wouldn't want it to be weird and Eddie kind of owes Steve reduced weirdness at the very least. At the very least.

The hysterical laugh breaks ranks and makes it halfway out before he can stop it.

The kids eyeball him but he suspects they just think he's up to something. Which is usually true, he is normally up to something. Not so much today though. Today his brain is just a dish of paint, the roller squelch-squelching its way through it with no walls to cover.

Steve Harrington kissed him.

Accidentally, so it probably shouldn't count but still.

Still.

He's lost the thread of the story and everyone's waiting and he can't even remember what's supposed to be in the basement of the tavern. They're well past rats at this point and though he feels a lot like a gelatinous cube he understands that's something you need a run up to. Even if, at this point, the surprise of it might go some way towards him feeling less like the only person going through a crisis right now.

He never cancels, is the thing.

Eddie's held court through stomach flu before.

Steve Harrington is not stomach flu.

He might be worse.

Eddie might be in big trouble.