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“ii’TCH! G’tsh! … H’eKTshiew!”

“Bless you!”

Eddie sniffled thickly against his wrist and brushed the loose strands out hair out of his face. He was sitting on one of the barstools in his apartment playing some chords on his guitar.

“Take a break Eds! You’re gonna get your guitar all germy.” Steve called from the sofa in the living room.

The open layout of the rocker’s apartment made for easy conversation - the downside being that there was no hiding his sneezes especially not from Steve.

“I can’t get it germy, Steven, because I’m not sick.”

The retort came out practically as a rasp, the older man clearing his throat and then coughing.

Steve rolled his eyes at his boyfriend as Eddie twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a few sips.

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” Eddie took the hair tie off his wrist and started tying his curls up into a loose bun.

“Denying the sickness. We’re not on tour anymore, you have literally no commitments. You’re allowed to rest Eddie.”

The man stood up from the stool, hanging his guitar back on the wall and then padding over to the sofa.

Quicker than ever, he twisted away, hovering a bent arm several inches away from his face.

“Eh’TSZziew! T’sSHuhew! i’KSHTzz!”

The (practically uncovered) sneezes sprayed the air in front of him. The balcony window backlighting the spray in a show for Steve.

Eddie snapped back up, turning towards Steve, “whew! Sorry. That was gro-”

Steve had crossed his legs on the couch and flushed in the face. Eddie raised an eyebrow and cheekily put his hands on his hips.

“Color m’be impressed! Even that???”

Steve closed his eyes and nodded, slightly embarrassed to be put on the spot. Eddie’s known about the kink for months now. Eddie has been experimenting with it every now and then - indulging Steve while feeling things out for himself.

Feeling mischievous (and admittedly horny), Eddie flopped face forward onto the couch, resting his head in Steve’s lap. He rubbed the damp tip of his nose into the hip of Steve’s sweatpants.

“I n’deed a tissue.”

Steve looked and saw the box all the way across the room where Eddie was playing guitar earlier.

“I can get them for you, just let me get up…”

“No.” Eddie whined. “Stay.”

He looked up at Steve and winked. Steve, now catching on, made an offer Eddie couldn’t resist.

“Do you wanna… you can use my pants for now.”

Eddie nodded and helped Steve out of the sweatpants, his erect member springing to freedom in his boxers.

“Awwww, for me?” Eddie teased, playfully flicking it and grinning devilishly.

Steve nodded again, rubbing Eddie’s arm that was propping him up.

“Can you help me with a tickle?” Eddie asked, guiding Steve’s hand to the bridge of his nose. “Right here.”

Steve bit his lip and traced the bridge with a slight pressure, gently rolling the tip of Eddie’s nose before moving back up.

His boyfriend’s nostrils flickered, pressing against Steve’s fingertips.

“HAESSH! G’tchIEW! .. h-hh- H’iiTSCH!”

Eddie crumpled forward, sneezing directly onto the tall bulge emerging in Steve’s boxers, spraying it each time.

“Ugh fuck!” Steve moaned, his cock twitching in the familiar rhythm that meant Eddie had done his job.

The rocker looked at the stain on Steve’s underwear and then looked up at him and smirked.