💫 NEW SOFT STEDDIE for your Sunday pleasure. You’re Light Years Away. Fiction inspired by the ever wonderful LogieDraws (@logiedraws - IG)
“What’s on your mind man?” Eddie takes a slow drag from his cigarette. Steve notices the angle of his jawline and the way his cheeks pull in as his plush lips purse around the thin paper as he inhales. He looks down at Steve, who’s got his head in Eddie’s lap.
You. Always. You. Steve thinks. “Hmmm?” He hums instead.
Eddie softly snorts. “You’ve got that far away look again Harrington.” His eyes are tender. They linger on Steve’s long enough to make his heart palpitate.
“Do I?” Steve asks playfully and Eddie turns his head. Steve doesn’t know if it’s because he’s shy or indifferent. With Eddie it’s always hard to tell. One thing he knows is that he always felt aimless once Eddie’s eyes stopped holding his.
Steve shifts his head a bit in Eddie’s lap, playing it cool. Like being around Eddie didn’t always make him question his whole life. He takes a slow drag from his own cigarette and lets the smoke drift from his lips.
And then Eddie is gently combing his fingers through Steve’s hair and the earth stills if only for a moment. His mind quiets. He leans his head into Eddie’s touch and closes his eyes.
Eddie looks down again, his eyes shining warmly against the soft evening light. Steve’s eyes flutter open just in time to catch the gentle pull of Eddie’s dimples.
“You know, you can tell me anything. You know that right?” Eddie’s voice is smoke rough, and Steve can’t ignore the way it vibrates down his chest and into his hips.
“Yeah, I – I know.” Steve fumbles.
“Okay.” Eddie smiles. “So what’s on your mind Steve?”
Steve goes quiet, his words caught in his throat, unable to catch up with his feelings. So he points up at the sky.
“Hey, is that the little dipper?” He asks in a futile way to change the subject.
Eddie squints back up at the sky and chuckles. “Actually that’s the big dipper. See over there?” He points his finger further north, and Steve’s eyes follow Eddie’s hand and all his chunky rings. “That’s the little dipper.”
“Oh yeah.” Steve sighs. “I see it now.” He smiles.
Eddie hums. “Yeah. Just a couple hundred light years away,” he says, smiling softly at the sky.
He returns his hand back to Steve’s hair and turns to look at him.
They watch each other in silence and it’s not awkward. It’s almost understanding. Eddie shifts his hand and gently runs his thumb down Steve’s cheek. His breath studders.
“Shit man, I might be way off base here.” Eddie says. His voice a little shaky. “Fuck, I really hope I’m not.”
Eddie caresses his cheek once more and bends low, moving carefully, watching Steve with lustrous eyes. He trails his finger along Steve’s jawline and ever so softly drags his thumb down his lower lip and to his chin, like Steve was the most delicate thing he’s ever touched.
Steve’s breath catches. He tilts his chin up, his lips part. Eddie’s curls tickle across his face, shrouding his dark features in shadow but Steve still catches the moment of hesitation in his eyes.
So Steve reaches up and pulls Eddie’s face closer. Their mouths whisper against each other. Their breaths meld together. Eddie lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. Steve pulls him in closer and their mouths meet for the first time.
Like two stars side-by-side.
Just a hundred light years away.
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