Phil, my dear! Thank you for the lovely ask and all the patience. I'm inching my way back into writing after getting a bit burned out by the bigbang, so have some of the first lines I've written for this fic. I hope to finish it soon 💜
“So, anyone interesting happening since Lunch Break Guy?”
“I’m pretty sure his name was Matt. Or Mark? Something like that. And nah, had to help Wayne clean out my old room last weekend, remember? I’m still recovering from hauling boxes all day.”
“Awww did you haul them with your dick? Poor delicate flower.” Steve giggles at his own joke, petting at Eddie with the hand not holding the beer, movements already sluggish and uncoordinated. Steve is such a lightweight and Eddie wonders why he finds that so endearing.
“Asshole,” Eddie chuckles, swatting Steve’s hand away. “At least I didn’t hook up with a guy dressed up as Frankenstein."
"It was Halloween, Eddie." He can’t see his face but Eddie hears the eyeroll in Steve’s voice.
"Did you compare your fucking monster dicks?"
"You know we did, you were the one walking in on us to make that exact same joke,” Steve snorts and Eddie feels it against the skin of his neck.
Once again, Eddie wonders if it's weird that they're so close. He knows Steve doesn't tell Robin half the shit he does when he's getting his rocks off, and they're platonic soul mates. He didn't tell Chrissy about Matt's? Mark's? tongue piercing, or how he swallowed about half of Eddie's load before he started coughing and got the rest all over their clothes, so Eddie had to call Steve to get him a change of clothes because he couldn't work in cum-stained jeans. And he's pretty sure that normal friends don't make out with each other when they get drunk either. But, like, whatever. Who needs normal when you can have Steve leaning on you like that, smelling of his expensive shampoo and weed.
