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Steve wasn’t sure what he had done in his life to end up here, this second, sitting across from Eddie Munson on a blind date.
They sat on the patio of some semi-upscale Italian restaurant for lunch, the sun shining brightly enough that Steve had on sunglasses.
He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when Robin set him up with her friend Eddie, but it definitely wasn’t the boy sitting across from him. Long, curly hair and big brown doe eyes paired with a leather jacket/denim vest combo. It was far too hot to be wearing all that, but as Eddie had said, he has an aesthetic to keep.
He looked out of place in the restaurant, compared to Steve in his designer polo shirt and khakis.
The waitress set down a jug of water along with two glasses with ice, and then took their drink orders.
“Do you want my lemon? Yes.” Eddie was already finishing out the lemon from his glass of ice.
“No?” but the lemon wedge was already in Steve’s ice cup.
Eddie just grinned, filling up both their water cups as the waitress brought over their beers.
Steve’s phone started buzzing incessantly. It was currently face down - something he fought about with his ex-girlfriend; he thought it was polite and showed you were committed to the conversation and have no distractions, she thought it meant you had something to hide. Eddie raised his eyebrows, but didn’t look annoyed.
“Do you need to get that?”
“I - let me just check it’s not an emergency,” Steve replied. It wasn’t often people called him rather than texted, so he just wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened.
He flipped the phone over and then groaned when he realised he wasn’t receiving a phone call, Robin was just non-stop texting him so much the notification buzz sounded like a phone call.
[JAEGER CO-PILOTS]
(1:24PM) juliet: omg
(1:24PM) juliet: steve listen right
(1:24PM) juliet: youll never GUESS who just came into work
(1:24PM) juliet: nvm ur taking too long it was nancy n like i KNOW u used to date n had a horrible break up n all that but like
(1:24PM) juliet: am i breaking the girlcode if i ask her out
(1:25PM) juliet: are you gonna be mad at me
(1:25PM) juliet: WAIT r u on that date with eddie rn??
(1:25PM) juliet: how is it?? i hit the JACKPOT for u, he’s exactly ur type
(1:25PM) juliet: facetime me after and tell me all about it ok??? work is dead n i’ll be bored
(1:26PM) juliet: unless you go back to his place in which case do NOT facetime me
(1:27PM) juliet: actually pls dont come back to our place either i dont want to hear that later
(1:27PM) gnomeo: please shut up robin
(1:28PM) juliet: ok fine im gonna ask out nancy BYE
Steve turned his phone back facedown, raising his eyebrows with a scoff.
“No emergency, just Robin ADHD texting every thought she ever has.”
“Robin talks about you so much,” Eddie smiled, taking a sip of his pint. “Now, super important , what are we gonna order? I’m thinking pizza frita.”
“The one with the garlic mayo dip?”
“No mints, we die like men. Why, are you planning on making out with me after?”
Steve could feel his cheeks flush, but really, that could have been from the sun shining down on them. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. “So uh. Are you in school, work?”
“I have a band. We play down at the Hideout on Saturday nights. You should come see us some time. You know, with a mullet like that you would fit right in.”
“I’ll come and throw tomatoes at the stage.”
Eddie laughed, his hand over his heart and head thrown backwards. “Ouch, Harrington. You cut right to the bone. Words hurt , you know?”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
Eddie talked a lot . About everything; his music taste and the concerts he’d been to recently, his opinion on the current president, what he thought of the food. Steve could barely keep up, but he liked it.
Steve ended up paying less attention to the conversation and more to the way Eddie’s hand wrapped around the glass, his long musician’s fingers. Or he couldn’t look away from Eddie’s lips as he took a sip, his tongue poking out to lick at the foam left on his top lip.
Eddie had obviously tracked Steve’s gaze dropping from his eyes to lips because he leaned forward conspiratorially, motioning for Steve to do the same.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Absolutely I do.”
Steve and Robins apartment wasn’t fancy by any means, but they’d put a lot of love into it. Robin was excellent at finding furniture for cheap or free on Facebook marketplace. The overall look was eclectic, but Steve didn’t mind.
Eddie was running his hand appreciatively over a chaise longue they had found on the side of the street.
“Mi casa es su casa,” Steve waved his hands in a general direction of, well, the house. He didn’t know why he was so nervous.
Luckily, Eddie wasn’t.
The next thing Steve knew, Eddie was pressed up against him, both hands holding Steve’s head in place as he leaned in to kiss him.
Steve was nothing if not adaptable, melting into Eddie’s touch, hands roaming down Eddie’s back. The fucker was holding Steve’s face still, making it hard for Steve to get where he really wanted - to curl his fists in Eddie’s long hair.
He directed them back towards the chaise longue until the back of Eddie’s knees hit the fabric. Steve put his hand on his chest and pushed until Eddie was sitting down and Steve could clamber onto his lap, breaking away to take a breath.
They pressed their foreheads together, Eddie’s bangs tickling at Steve’s skin. Finally, finally , Steve was able to thread his hand through Eddie’s hair and grab tightly at the base of his neck. This left his other hand free to wander, dipping underneath Eddie’s shirt to run along his ribs.
Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth and it sounded like heaven.
“You need to take off that stupid polo shirt like, ten minutes ago,” Eddie was tugging Steve’s polo up to his arms but getting it stuck at his arm pits. Steve obliged him, tossing it mindlessly to the side.
Eddie had his hands on Steve’s ass, and used that to flip them, Steve now laying down on his back with Eddie above him.
He reached up and started tugging at Eddie’s denim vest, growling out, “Why are you wearing so many layers? ”
“I gotta be honest man, I’m really regretting sticking to the aesthetic,” Eddie panted, scrambling out of the vest, then the leather jacket and then his shirt.
Steve gave a breathy laugh, and then Eddie was on top of him again, a knee pressed hard between Steve’s legs. Fuck.
Steve ground down against Eddie’s leg, his arms around his neck to use as leverage. Eddie’s eyes darkened and he leaned down to swallow him in a heated kiss, rocking his knee into Steve.
He couldn’t hold back the moan as he rode Eddie’s knee and reached down desperately between them, unbuttoning Eddie’s jeans with one hand.
He slid his hand into his boxers, taking Eddie’s dick in his hand and giving a couple of experimental tugs.
Steve didn’t have a lot of experience in having sex with men. After Robin had come out to him, he’d then had his own rapid fire sexuality crisis, followed up with a couple one night stands with a certain blond haired, blue eyed man that didn’t end particularly well and he’d mostly been drunk for.
But Eddie was moaning, so he figured he was doing something right. He moved his knee away and Steve whined at the loss of pressure, only to be rewarded when Eddie unbuttoned Steve’s jeans, pulling out his dick.
The cold air made his dick feel so sensitive, but it wasn’t long before Eddie had it in his hand, jerking it in a steady rhythm. Steve could feel the twisting sensation in his lower abdomen building, enough so that it made him lose his pace.
Luckily, Eddie was more than willing to keep up. Positioning himself just below Steve’s hips, he dragged his thumb through the precum, smearing it down his shaft for more lubrication. He then took both of their dicks in one hand and achingly slowly began to thrust his hips, using his hand to hold Steve’s dick in place, the other holding Steve’s wrist against the side of the chaise longue. .
Not that he had any intention of moving. This was heaven.
He brought in Eddie for another kiss, needing to do something to distract him before he came embarrassingly early.
But Eddie seemed inclined to make him do just that, using his hand now to tug at their dicks, the friction just enough pressure to make Steve tilt his head all the way back, his hair sticking to his neck with sweat. Eddie leaned in, biting and sucking at Steve’s collarbone - enough to leave a mark but far down enough that all his shirts would cover it. Thank god, because Robin would never let him live it down.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Eddie was mumbling into Steve’s skin, pressing open mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles.
“If you don’t slow down then I’m gonna cum,” Steve replied breathlessly, using the hand that Eddie wasn’t pinning to push back Eddie’s bangs, threading his fingers through it.
“Good,” was all Eddie said as he picked up the pace.
Steve felt his body start to coil up, impossibly tight before releasing, moaning Eddie’s name which only made Eddie groan deep in his throat as he too went over the edge, spilling onto Steve’s stomach.
“Fuck, that was so hot.”
“What?” Steve was in post-orgasmic bliss, lifting himself up onto his elbows.
“Hearing you moan my name like that.”
Steve was flushed all the way down to his chest, sweaty and spent “Could you grab, like, tissues please? Robin will literally put me six feet under if I get cum on the chaise longue.”
“Oh shit, yeah, sorry,” Eddie scrambled away to the bathroom and came back with an obnoxious amount of toilet paper. “Can’t be too careful, you know. Lives are on the line here.”
He wiped at Steve’s stomach while Steve shimmied his underwear and jeans back up. Eddie disposed of the tissues and they got dressed, stealing quick kisses in between each item of clothing.
“So,” Steve said as he tugged on his polo. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”
“Absolutely I do.”