😘 + dana having to sit or stand within a really close proximity to steve, and he bites at the corner of his own bottom lip tentatively before leaning to press a kiss against steve's shoulder, close to his collar bone, very much in a spot where steve would notice. it's kind and affectionate, and dana can feel the fabric of steve's shirt against his mouth, the warmth of his muscles, the lingering scent of cologne or soap or - hairspray? it smells good, whatever it is. the kiss lasts approximately three seconds before dana pulls back, a small smile on his face, but it has an underlying nervousness - and he hesitates before glancing to steve and away again. the one time the bass player in a metal band can't speak. figures.
NOBODY was allowed in steve’s room except for nancy , but that luxury seemed to end with their relationship . his room was stereotypical — curated from a young age ; displaying all his trophies , jerseys / varsity jackets , exercise equipment that consisted of dumbbells & even a rowing machine . the only things that seemed out of place were the drum kit and boxes of cassette tapes . the sound of tiffany’s voice filling overtly masculine room while the two men sat criss - cross applesauce on steve’s bed was almost ( ironically ) poetic . ❝ i wouldn’t say i’m some metal connoisseur , i’m learning just like any other music virgin that was brought up on ABBA and A-HA , but i think i can get into more of it . ❞ chuckling as he stared into dana’s eyes — god those things were bright .
i think we're alone now ( . . . ) there doesn't seem to be anyone around . .
maybe he was staring too long and hard because the way the other male drew closer to him had steve’s heart racing & screwing his eyes shut tight . IS HE GOING TO KISS ME NOW ? SERIOUSLY ? it was hard to not have an inner monologue that was panicking , but also steve wasn’t fighting the other back ; simply waiting for it . when he didn’t feel anything on his lips though , that’s when the disappointment set in . opening one eye to glance down at dana kissing him — no — kissing his shoulder ?
i think we're alone now ( . . . ) the beating of our hearts is the only sound
his breathing was shallow , wouldn’t be surprised if his heartbeat was hammering against its cage ( 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ) right now for dana to listen to before the contrary pulled back . he was smiling ? steve didn’t know what to make of it . wanted to play the awkward moment off and change the subject , but another part of him wanted to grab dana by the face and do what they couldn’t . bringing his hand up , instead he just covered the lower half of his face ; concealing b l u s h and glancing off to the side as well . after a beat , steve got off the bed and went over to take tape out from boombox . letting the silence sit a little longer before he turned his head ; parting lips to say — ( . . . )
❝ . . . so do you wanna make out to KISS ? ❞
