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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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Steve will neither confirm nor deny this fact. But he will peel his shirt off and give Eddie a cheeky grin as he tosses it to him. "Okay. I promise I am gonna take it easy on you. This is still gonna be fun, I promise..."

And he hopefully proves it by dribbling the ball nice and slow toward Eddie and passing it with a low bounce.

He catches it, taken back to that night on the boat and flushing. Who would have ever thought they'd wind up here?

The shirt gets set aside, and Eddie manages to catch the ball and dribble without immediately embarrassing himself (again). "This does feel more inviting than PE," he offers with a smirk, and he tries to shoot but the ball goes wide.

"Hey! That was pretty good," he says in what is somehow a genuine tone. "You've got some real strength behind your throws. That's great. We just gotta point it."

He hands the ball back and goes to stand behind Eddie, molding himself to his body so he can get him in the right position. He giggles softly.

"This in the magazines too?"

Yeaaah, this is definitely not helping his focus. But fuck he's not complaining one bit, grinning and shrugging a shoulder.

"It's uh...usually more post game- locker room stuff. But maybe they were missing out on a good thing here..."

Steve runs his hands up and down Eddie's arms under the guise of getting them up and pointed right. He grabs his hips and turns them slightly. And yeah, maybe lingers for a second. This is a Nat1 activity but it can't be all bad.

And then he steps back.

"Okay. Same amount of energy and pretend you're trying to be Michael Jackson in Thriller." He makes his hands into little bent-wrist-claw-hands to demonstrate.

It feels surreal. Not just because this is *basketball* but because they're doing this, out in public and...it's fine? It doesn't stop the nervous thrill of it though, Eddie's teeth catching at his lower lip as he gives a low chuckle.

"Thriller, huh?" He tries it and- yeah, shit. That actually works a lot better. The ball goes where it's supposed to and Eddie blinks in surprise as it falls out through the basket. "Shit, who knew all I needed was a little one on one fondling?"

Steve laughs and swats at Eddie's hip. "I am coaching", he says primly. "And doing a heck of a job."

He goes running after the ball like a good golden retriever and dribbles it back with a smile.

"Now... There's more to basketball than shooting. Think you can take this from me? I'm pretty quick..."

"Yeah, well- your way of coaching is a hell of a lot more fun than PE," he agrees. Hell, Steve might even convince him to fool around with the ball outside of this date. Though if he wants a proper one on one he'll still need to go to Hargrove.

"Is that an opening for a joke, Harrington?" he teases, coming at him to try and swat the ball back into his possession.

Steve tries to fake a pout as he swings the ball around his waist to avoid Eddie. "Are you saying I'm fast, Munson? Because I have heard nothing but compliments for my stamina..."

He backs up a step, dribbling, trying to draw Eddie in once more.

"I might be offended, now..."

Ah, the fancy moves. Eddie laughs, trying again, and yeah, maybe this is a bit of fun. Maybe.

"There's another use for fast you fit better."

Damn it, how do people make this look so easy. "Give me the ball and I'll blow you," he tries, hoping Steve will either comply or be surprised enough that Eddie can steal the thing.

"Wha-"

The ploy is super effective. Steve pauses in his dribbling and showing off at the mention of getting a blow job. His face flushes in an interesting mix of arousal and bashfulness. They're outside for crying out loud.

But Eddie 100% gets that ball.

"Heh-" Eddie gives a devilish look back as he manages to swipe the thing while Steve's in shock, grinning with a far too proud look on his face.

"Who's fast now?" The taunt is slightly undercut by him then failing to make a basket.

"You..." Steve forgets about the ball for a second and just rushes forward to swing an arm around Eddie's waist and lift him off the ground for a second. "Cheater! That is a foul if I've ever seen one." He hugs his arms around Eddie's waist to keep his grip and squeezes.

"I should make you roll for a punishment for the unsportsmanlike behavior!"

There's an embarrassing yelp from Eddie, and he laughs, clinging to Steve in surprise.

"Yeah? Is that in the rule book? No offering sexual favors?" Eddie giggles.

He sets Eddie down but keeps his arms around his waist. "I don't think we ever needed that rule before you started playing, dude."

He moves around Eddie so he can give him a small kiss that ends with him nipping his bottom lip.

"Alright. Punishment: your turn to get the ball."

"Hey man, it works, clearly you should start using it," he says with a fond look, leaning into that kiss. Pulling away Eddie laughs, moving off to collect the ball.

"Oh, so you don't want me to blow you?"

"....I didn't say that."

Steve sighs, beaten, but not really upset about it. He puts his hands on hips, smirking as he watches Eddie walk away.

"If I didn't think it would get us both punched, I'd say we should try it against Hargrove. But I don't need another concussion."

There's a pleased laugh, and Eddie gives him a pointed once over as he stoops to collect the ball. "Show me some of those skills you're so famous for and maybe I will," he promises, tossing the ball back.

"Eh, I'm concussion free, I'll give it go just to see the look on his face."

"Let's keep you concussion free, babe," Steve says. Getting the ball back, he makes a show of dribbling it around a bit before going to a respectable distance and tossing the ball right into the basket. He runs to collect it and passes the basketball through his legs and back and forth as he walks a slow circle around Eddie and shoots again.

"How'm I doing, hmm?"

"Not bad," Eddie assesses with a smirk, turning his eyes to follow Steve and how easily he seems to handle the ball.

"...maybe making me regret not going to more games." Not that he's joined the bandwagon of being a basketball guy or anything, but...he can see the appeal in watching Steve run around and enjoy himself.

Steve flushes a little, pleased at the compliment. "Would you have been in the stands for me, babe?" He stops the dribbling to get closer, leaning into Eddie's space. "I'm gonna get you in my letterman one way or another, now. It's a mission."

He hands the ball back over.

"Here. Once you make three shots, we can call it a day if you want to. But the last one you're gonna have to fight for."

"If things had gone a little different," he confirms with a laugh, though even in this fantasy world he can't really imagine him being welcomed in the stands. But he can pretend. "I tried to get the vest...way back when I first got here," he admits.

Eddie dribbles with the ball with a smirk. "Is that counting the shot I all ready made, or three new shots?"

The vest... Steve nods, wishing that Eddie had been successful with that. "People say that they sometimes get things from home. Maybe the vest will find it's way here for one of us. Then we can fight over it."

Steve gets into a very loose defensive pose and makes a few kittenish swipes at the ball.

"That first one was pretty good. I think I'll let you hold onto it. Two more."

"Started working on a new one. If we get the old one you can have it," Eddie promises. He likes how Steve looks in it.

He manages to shift the ball and himself, nothing that would pass in a real game, but enough to keep it from Steve when he's going easy on him.

"Gonna be one in a second-" he says, shooting a shot that actually goes in to his surprise, despite the boasting.

"Oh yeah? Let's see about that, Munso-"

Steve watches in surprise and pride as the next shot ball goes right through the basket. He whoops and rushes forward, hugging Eddie around the middle and peppering the side of his face with kisses.

"Look at that! I can't take it easy on you anymore." He laughs as he takes off for the ball and starts dribbling it faster and more like a real game.

"Alright. C'mon, babe. One more."

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