#and seriously

A new crew was on the way but for a half hour, it’d be Eddie, Steve, and their two pilots. Which wouldn’t be so bad were Steve not in an ever-worsening bad mood. He wanted to be home, he wanted to be in the air, anything but hot, hungry, and stationary. 

Something Eddie had already tried to help with by getting a message to the incoming flight attendants to bring some burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Steve was never going to survive on peanuts and pretzels, and Eddie wasn’t looking to be involved in the first mile-high murder. 

It sparked an idea to pass the time or annoy Steve so much he stopped talking. Not a win-win but either was better than listening to Steve stomp around the plane, ranting about things they couldn’t control. 

Sitting down next to Steve on the sofa he was stewing on, Eddie crowded into his space. There was a specific set of moves Eddie used to be annoying, something fun but attention seeking. It was something only Steve found endearing and Eddie was using that to his advantage. 

“Wanna join the mile high club?” He whispered, smoothing a hand over Steve’s thigh. 

Despite shifting to get closer, throwing a leg over Steve’s and kissing his neck, Eddie could hear the eye roll. That wasn’t even an audible thing but Steve made it a whole production. Eddie knew him too well, he knew what went with that huff.

“C’mon,” Eddie encouraged with a few more kisses. “All this time with a bed and we’ve never tried it.” 

“We aren’t even in the air,” Steve scoffed.

Playing his part, Eddie sat back with surprise. “Nowhere in ‘joining the mile high club’ does it say people are in the air.” 

“What do you think ‘mile high’ means?” 

“In planes?” Eddie said, playing dumb. 

“Then it would just be called sex in planes, Eddie.” 

The annoyance was slowly turning into something Eddie was used to, something he could work with. It was less over the situation and more with Eddie and that felt comfortable, at least. Having sex wasn’t as important here as getting Steve out of this funk. Though if they had a bit of fun, who would complain? 

“That’s not even a club.” 

“Yeah, it’s only a club when it’s on a plane for some reason.” 

Eddie moved back in close, cuddling up against Steve. The arm placed around his back said this plan was going the best possible way. 

“Okay, okay, cool. When we land–” 

“We haven’t even taken off.” 

“When we land, I’m going to get something going on trains. It’ll be great for the American railway. All the kids will be trying to get wrecked on the tracks or something. I’ll have to workshop the name but you get the point.”

“A train bathroom might be the only thing worse than an airplane bathroom.” 

“We have a private room. Aren’t there things like that on trains?” 

“I don’t know. Who travels by travel?” 

“We’ve gotten way off track,” Eddie said with an unearned laugh as he straddled Steve’s legs, settling comfortably on his knees. 

Again, there was another trademark eyeroll and Eddie couldn’t blame him. The pun was equal parts good and bad. 

“We can’t join the mile high club if we’re still on the ground. The whole point is it’s happening in the air.” 

“Which seems like a dumb qualification and really, really getting in the way of us wasting time,” 

“Yeah, well, I’m sure the pilots appreciate that.” 

“I thought you were more creative than that. I tell them to mind their business, they do, and we play some Metallica, they’ll never know.” 

Steve sat there, looking off to the side and pretending he wasn’t going to cave. Eddie’s favorite part of the game.