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Something Happens and I'm Head Over Heels

WHO: Steve and Eddie
WHERE: Hotel
WHAT: DATE TIME!
WHEN: Nowish, after Calibrations
WARNINGS: None

The best thing about this new relationship is the mornings. Well, alright, all of it is pretty good but the mornings are definitely Steve's favorite. He'd never had the opportunity to regularly wake up next to someone and now he is spoiled with it. Sometimes he wakes up with a mop of hair in his mouth. Sometimes he's got Eddie hanging off the bed as he spent the night restlessly pushing him. And sometimes, like this morning, he wakes up in Eddie's arms, warm and secure. Steve nuzzles his face into Eddie's chest, enjoying a slow, leisurely waking process. Part of him just wants to go back to sleep entirely. But no, he can't.

They have plans.

"Babe," he hums, shifting to kiss against Eddie's neck. They'd planned today to be THE DAY. Their date: Eddie's first and Steve's millionth but definitely first with a guy. Honestly, he was probably more excited than Eddie was for the whole thing.

Steve reaches over for the die he'd created and the little notebook he'd scribbled his plans into. The die is plopped on the pillow next to Eddie's head and Steve goes back to the light pecks along that pale neck.

"Babe, it's time," he singsongs between kisses. "Rise and shine. It's time for me to be the best date you've ever had!

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Okay, now he is starting to regret making the dice so awesome. Of course he would get a twenty now. Groaning, Steve opens the box and there is a whole bunch of shit in there. Clothes from Richie with all the loud patterns and the handful of band shirts, something that looks like it might be a dress, Steve's yellow sweater, and other borrowed stuff. At the top though is what he's most excited about.

Richie's had it since he arrived and when Steve had discussed briefly the plan for Eddie (his favorite person, apparently, outside of York), he'd donated it immediately. His leather coat.

"This is for you for the day. And the rest of this shit...is also for you. You get to pick what we both wear. Whatever you decide, I won't complain."

Ooh. Eddie recognizes a lot of what's in there, grinning and he peeks over the edge of the bed.

His eyes drift pointedly over Steve with a smirk, wondering how mean to be to him considering all the lovely work he'd put into this date.

"Whatever I decide, mm?" he repeats with a dangerous smirk.

Ultimately, he's more or else kind. He dresses himself in something not too dissimilar to his usual clothes, happily picking out one of the band shirts and the coveted leather coat (though he'll likely ditch it once the heat forces him to). He does debate over that yellow sweater of Steve's, but ultimately sets it aside to steal on a colder day.

For Steve...another band shirt, though he holds up one of the brightly patterned shirts along with it. "I wanna see you it in, but you can wear the other one."

Steve figures it could have been worse. And it is a Nat 20 or whatever the fuck it's called so he rolls his eyes and grabs the loud shirt. Pulling it on, he immediately re-fluffs his hair and spreads his arms in a 'ta-da' pose. It's Richie's so it is a little baggy on him but not too bad.

Jesus. For a guy who hates clowns he sure dresses like one.

"Everything you dreamed of and more?"

Eddie giggles, looking him up and down and pretending to make a show of ogling him.

"I want you so bad right now, Steve," he teases.

Steve grins and reaches for Eddie. He snags his belt loop and drags him in close.

"Yeah, yeah. But you and I both know you're not lying, baby." He kisses him soft on the lips. "I'm irresistible in a potato sack."

He grins, and god if that sappiness isn't a little bit contagious. He returns the kiss with a low hum of appreciation, arms falling round him.

"Little more out of it," he adds with a smirk.

"Well you better keep rolling high then, hm?"

He pulls back reluctantly so he can change his shirt into the real one he's wearing. It looks nice, honestly. He doesn't know the band at all but Eddie can probably tell him all about them.

"Fit right in at a concert now, right?"

"I'll do my best," he promises with a laugh.

He steals a few glances as he changes as well, not looking terribly different from his usual attire.

Eddie laughs, "Depends which concert," he allows, "There's a few you wouldn't stand out in."

"Corroded Coffin?" Steve is pretty sure he knows the answer to that one already. "What would you have done if you'd seen me in the audience one night? Before all this shit went down?"

Well, considering their audience is made up of a few drunks who couldn't care less who was on stage...Steve'd be almost over dressed. Eddie smiles and kisses him.

"...I'd figure you were on a really shitty date and been kicked out of every other bar but the Hideout."

"That...probably would have been the case," he admits with a laugh. "But at least after whatever happened to kick me out of all those places, I would see the babe up on stage playing the guitar..."

He pecks Eddie's nose.

"And as you to introduce me to him. Jeff, right?" he teases.

"Mmmmm," Eddie gives a pleased hum, and has just started to pull Steve close when he goes and pulls that line.

"You are the worst," he laughs, pushing Steve back down onto the bed and falling with him to deliver a kiss as he tries to find those ticklish spots as punishment. "Jeff huh?"

Steve cackles as Eddie tickles him. He tries to catch Eddie's wrists and stop the assault. "Oooh. Someone is jealous. Does the band know you can't share the spotlight, babe?" He giggles and finally goes for Eddie's stomach as well.

"No wonder you need all the flattery..."

"No no na-" Eddie laughs and squirms, trying to pull his wrists free.

"Heh- ff- of course they know-" he manages, all smiles.

Steve slides his hands into Eddie's from his wrists and just holds them both tight. There. Both of them incapacitated. "You're lucky you're so fucking cute."

Steve kisses him, unable to resist it. "Jeff's got nothing on you."

"Mmm," Eddie gives a happy purr, "Jeff's all right, but I'm all yours."

But- they're never going to get out the door if they spend all morning being stupid adorable in bed, and Steve seems to have a lot planned. "Here-" He pulls free to un snap his bracelet and snap it round Steve's wrist instead, "You need a little something to pull it together."

All his. Steve likes the sound of that. Likes the security in it. After Nancy Steve feels like he'll never quite get enough of Eddie's open affection. No need to guess at all; Eddie makes his feelings clear.

As the bracelet is secured around his wrist, Steve runs his fingers over it reverently. He touches it so gently almost like it will disintegrate if he isn't careful. "You..." Steve swallows. "I don't... I don't have anything to give you. I didn't come with anything except the bat..."

"It's fine," Eddie dismisses, and then a little bashfully- "It's not even the original one, I had to replicate all my accessories, but-" Same meaning at least. Which seems to be appreciated in a way Eddie didn't really expect. "And you're giving me this whole date, remember?"

Steve cradles Eddie's cheek and brings him in for a soft kiss.

"I am gonna replicate my letterman jacket. You're gonna wear it everywhere. Boyfriend rules." Is he joking? Who knows...

"Okay. Date, yes. Alright. So, it's gonna be three parts: the first thing is gonna be something I like, second is gonna be something you like, and the last one is gonna be something we both like. So this first roll you do is gonna pick what thing of mine we do first."

And yes, his smile is devious.

Never in a million years did Eddie think the idea of wearing someone's letterman jacket would have him feel quite so delightfully flustered, cheeks pink as he rolls his eyes and smiles, "Might have to make a few modifications."

Right. Date. And why does he look so devious?

"Is this a trap?" he teases, reaching for the die to roll it again. "Ooh," he winces, "Crit fail."

Steve punches the air as he sees the one roll up. He knew the replicator credit for the basketball wasn't a waste. Grinning, Steve wraps his arms around Eddie's slender waist and gives his cheek a delighted peck.

"This is great news for me. Becaaaause..." Steve releases Eddie and walks over to the side of the room where he keeps his meager belongings. Beside his bat is the replicated basketball. Steve picks it up, dribbles it twice, and then bounces it to Eddie.

"Game time."

There's a dramatic groan and Eddie swats at the ball before awkwardly recovering and giving it a few bounces to catch it out of the air. That could have gone better.

"And now we'll see why I skip PE," he accepts with a laugh.

"C'mon, babe. I bet you'll surprise yourself."

Steve walks over and hooks a finger through one of Eddie's belt loops to drag him out of the room and into the hall.

"And I promise to give you some pretty good incentives to sink a shot. Maybe some hands on training from a very enthusiastic and attractive coach?"

Well...when he puts it that way...

Least he doesn't have to wear the stupid shorts. Yeah, he can do this.

"Tsk, I knew all those porn mags were right about jocks," Eddie teases, letting himself be lead along.

Once outside, Steve releases Eddie's belt loop and instead slips his hand into the metalhead's. He twines their fingers together and focuses on enjoying the proximity instead of worrying about anyone looking. He's better about that, now, but it is still a process to just be open about dating a guy.

"Porn mags? Okay, the ones I read are clearly different than the ones you know. What is possibly going on with jocks. Other than the showering; I can see that one."

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