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April 29th.
That’s the day Steve’s world as he knows it comes crashing down. Sort of, at least.
Ironically, they’ve just finished having sex when it happens. Sweat slick skin pressed together from calf to shoulder, legs tangled up beneath the old Garfield comforter that Eddie refuses to be shamed for still owning.
“I can’t believe you fuck me with the same dick that’s been inside my sister,” Eddie says with the sort of nonchalance that Steve expects for a casual conversation about work or how Wayne is doing or what they’re having for dinner or like, literally anything else.
Certainly not this, that’s for sure.
“Pardon?” he asks calmly, trying as hard as he can to keep the wobble out of his voice. And mostly succeeding too, despite the way his chest is suddenly beating so violently against his rib cage he’s convinced there’s no feasible way Eddie can’t hear it too. “You’re an only child from Montana. I know I have…” He pauses, mulls it over in his mind for a second while he chooses his words. “History,” he settles on.
Eddie always gets weirdly touchy when Steve speaks about his dating history derogatorily. Steve isn’t entirely sure why.
It’s kind of cute, though, so it’s not as if he minds.
Eddie hums, seemingly content with his choice before he snuffles a little as he turns in Steve’s arms, pressing his face into his armpit in a way that should probably be gross but somehow isn’t. He blinks up at him, waiting for Steve to carry on.
“I know I have history but I’m not that bad,” he huffs. “I know I’ve put my dick around a fair bit but it certainly doesn’t reach all the way to Montana.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Eddie mumbles under his breath, earning him a kick to the ankle from Steve. “Also you do know I moved here when I was like, six right?”
Steve quiets him with a quick wave of the hand that’s been wrapped around Eddie’s shoulder, using it to tuck a few stray curls back behind his ear before he returns it to where it had been, stroking soft lines against his skin.
“Of course I know that,” he scoffs, slightly offended that Eddie might think he doesn’t. “I’m not entirely sure why that’s relevant, though.”
“How is it not relevant?” Eddie asks, brows furrowed.
“It’s - I mean - you know what, shut the fuck up. You’re distracting me from the point in hand here,” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes when he notices Eddie’s own crinkling at the corners. “You’re such a dick,” he chides.
Eddie stifles a chuckle against Steve's skin, hot breath tickling him softly as he mumbles an insincere sorry against his chest.
They’re quiet for a moment before Steve speaks again.
“So….” he drawls, fingers tracing nonsense patterns against Eddie’s shoulder. “Are you actually gonna tell me what the fuck you’re talking about or…”
“Oh,” Eddie perks up, pops his head up from where it’s been wedged against Steve’s armpit. “Nancy, obviously. Who else would it be?”
“What?” Steve splutters, pushing himself upright against the mattress to stare down at Eddie. “Oh my God…”
Eddie shrugs, reaches for the comforter to pull it back up over his newly exposed bare chest. He looks utterly ridiculous, Steve thinks, as he often does when he lies there freshly fucked and rosy cheeked beneath the fluffy blanket he’s had since middle school.
It’s a good job Steve loves him.
This stupid, ridiculous boy who, as it turns out, could’ve been his brother in law in another life.
Steve shudders at the thought.
“I don’t - it’s not like - you don’t see the resemblance?” he asks, shucking a hand free to push at his curls as if it’s obvious.
“Okay well first of all, Nancy has a perm.”
“She does not.”
“Does too.”
“Uh-huh,” Eddie shakes his head against the pillow. “Them are some real genuine Munson family curls, baby.”
He looks so proud that Steve almost doesn't want to burst his bubble.
Almost.
He rolls his eyes. “Hate to break it to you, baby, but Nance and I were together long enough for me to know that she definitely has a perm,” he says with a shrug. “Nothing natural about those curls I’m afraid.”
Eddie gapes at him, mouth opening and closing a few times as if he can’t quite decide where to go from here.
Eventually he sighs, tucking a hand up under his cheek as he says, “Guess you learn something new every day.”
Yeah, Steve thinks with a tut that goes unnoticed, you really do.
“I can’t believe she lied to me,” Eddie mutters dejectedly, burrowing himself further beneath the stupid blanket. Garfield’s eyes are exactly level with where Eddie’s nipples should be and the sight of it is making Steve want to scream.
Steve pats his head the way he would a sad dog; enough for Eddie to know he’s still there but gentle enough that he hopes he won’t get bitten for it.
“Wait,” he says suddenly, head cocking in Eddie’s direction. “Nancy knows about this?”
“About…about being…my sister?”
Steve nods tentatively, watching as Eddie rolls his eyes.
“How the fuck d’ya think I found out?” he asks as if it’s obvious. As if any of this had even been within the realms of possibility for Steve before this very moment.
“From Nancy? Nancy Wheeler? The same Nancy we both know?”
He rolls his eyes again.
“No, Steve. An entirely different Nancy. Yes the same Nancy we both fucking know. Why would I be telling you this if it wasn’t?”
“I dunno,” he mutters quietly. Tacks on an even quieter, “Why are you telling me at all?”
Eddie sits up, mirroring Steve’s position on his own side of the bed as the blanket pools around his soft hips. The outline of the new tattoo that sits atop his thigh peeks out from underneath it, the thick black ink dark against his pale skin.
“This isn’t - this doesn’t…” he trails off.
“No, no,” Steve interrupts with a shake of his head, mostly believing himself. “It’s-”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
It’s quiet then, nothing but their breathing and the distant hum of the refrigerator in the next room filling the space around them.
Steve tries not to let his mind wander, to think the worst. Of course he doesn’t want this to change things between them, why would he. But how can it not. How can they-
“Do you-”
“How do-”
Eddie chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his face as he mutters a muffled sorry and motions for Steve to continue.
“I don’t - I’m confused,” he says. He mulls it over in his mind, brows furrowing in confusion. “How does that even work?”
“Well,” Eddie starts, taking Steve’s hands between his own equally clammy ones. “When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-”
Steve cuts him off with an eye roll, pushing his hands away.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Eddie rushes out, grabbing for his fingers again, only continuing when they’re back between his own. “I’m sorry,” he giggles.
Steve shakes his head, powerless to damp down the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips no matter how hard he tries.
“Continue.”
Eddie nods.
“Okay, so,” he takes a deep breath. “Sometime in the summer of sixty six Uncle Wayne had to make a trip down here for some reason and he was young and dumb and-”
“Hang on-” Steve interrupts, watching as Eddie blinks up at him, light from the lamp over in the corner glinting in his big brown eyes. “This is about Wayne?”
Eddie makes a face as if to say duh, who the fuck else would it be about. As if Steve is the idiot here.
“You - you do know Wayne isn’t actually your dad, right?”
Eddie pouts.
“He is the clos-”
“-est thing to a father you’ve ever had,” Steve joins in, smirking as Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no. I know. But you didn’t fucking come from his jizz, did you?”
Eddie pulls a face.
“Please don’t talk about my uncle like that.”
“I’m just saying-”
“Okay but don’t?”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
Steve huffs.
Eddie smiles and leans over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You were saying?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s not like you came from…” he trails off, gestures the hand that’s not holding Eddie’s in the direction of his balls. “He’s not your actual dad, yano?”
“Of course I know that,” Eddie tuts.
Steve raises his eyebrows at him expectantly.
“What?” he asks.
“So…”
Eddie stares at him, confused. “So…?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “So, she’s not your sister at all then, is she?”
“No but like - I mean,” he pauses, presses his lips together tightly. “In a round about way-”
“Uh-huh,” Steve interrupts with a shake of his head. “Actually literally not even at all.”
“Close enough.”
“Not really.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he mutters. “But she’s still more my sister than yours.”
“Thank God,” Steve laughs. “Given that I’m the one who’s had their dick inside her.”
He watches as Eddie bites his lip.
“Wait. You haven’t-”
“Oh, no. Absolutely not.”
“Okay, good. Good.”
“Great, actually.”
Steve grins, using the hand still clasped around Eddie’s to tug him back against his side, chuckling as he falls into him with an oof.
He settles himself back against the headboard, content to have Eddie wrapped around him once again, more than happy to forget this conversation ever even happened.
“You’re not allowed to tell anyone about this, by the way,” Eddie pipes up a few moments later. “Ted doesn’t exactly know and it’s not-”
Steve cuts him off with a kiss to the forehead.
“Don’t worry,” he assures him, tugging him closer against his side. “I’m not exactly in a rush to talk about any of this ever again.”