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“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yelped, throwing his arms around Steve’s neck and hanging on for dear life. “A little warning next time?”

He could feel Steve’s answering chuckle vibrate in his chest. “Why, scared I’ll drop you?”

He was, in fact, but Eddie was more distracted by the logistics of his current predicament. He wasn’t sure what to do with his legs, having never been carried like this before, and he definitely didn’t know what to do about the increased blood flow to his dick. Sue him, it was hot knowing that Steve could pick him up and throw him around a little.

The bedroom door was already open, so it didn’t take much effort for Steve to walk them into the room and kick the door shut behind them. Even the sound of the latch clicking was hot, so help him.

Steve looked over Eddie’s shoulder and paused. “Uh, the bed is kind of… already occupied.”

Eddie twisted in his arms to glimpse the papers scattered across the bedding, relics of that morning’s campaign planning session. “Whoops, sorry. I can—”

The rest of the sentence turned into a gasp as Eddie found himself pressed against the door and, more importantly, with Steve pressed against him from hip to shoulder. The way Steve held him left Eddie about a head taller, looking down into Steve’s heavy-lidded eyes in a way that sent a thrill up Eddie’s spine.

“Hi,” Steve whispered, smirking like he knew exactly what Eddie was feeling.

“Hi,” Eddie echoed. He ducked his head to capture Steve’s lips with his, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck to angle him better.

The slight tug made Steve’s hips stutter, which jolted Eddie enough that his foot slipped down to catch the back of Steve’s knee, knocking them both off-balance until, with a startling crack, Eddie found himself sinking into a newly formed hole in the door.

“What was that?” he asked, as if the answer would be different when spoken aloud.

Steve gaped in horror, eyes wide as he took in the dent that Eddie’s ass had made in the thin wood. “Shit. I am so sorry.” Carefully, he lifted him up and out of the wreckage, gently setting Eddie down to rest his feet on the carpet again.

“I don’t think it was designed to hold the weight of two adult men,” Eddie observed, mourning the possibilities. “They don’t make them like they used to.”