Steve Harrington had a porch swing.
For some reason, this fact didn't surprise Eddie when he saw it for the first time, having been dragged to the man's house by Dustin for a game of DnD. He had slipped outside for a smoke and stood there contemplating the swing, thinking of everything he'd seen in the house. It was the most Steve-like thing there. He wondered how many girls he had sat there cuddled up with but quickly shoved the sour thought away, ignoring the twist of jealousy pulling at his heart.
Which was ironic because the moment he was alone after the game, the kids escaping before he could ask for help, Steve had sidled up to him and confessed his love in sweet hesitance. Eddie didn't bother cleaning up the board; he just threw his arms around Steve and kissed him instead. It could wait until the morning.
The morning arrived in strangely scented bedsheets and a warm body wrapped around his. Eddie was confused but quickly elated when Steve woke up and kissed him with a sleepy smile. God, his morning voice was such a turn-on. After sharing a shower - because who was Eddie to refuse such an offer - he found himself being led outside with his mug of coffee and guided to sit on the porch swing.
Steve promptly curled into his side, head resting on Eddie's shoulder without a word. The quiet was peaceful, not at all awkward like Eddie had feared. Being with Steve was as easy as breathing, it turned out.
"I've always wanted to do this," Steve confessed softly, words whispered like a secret into Eddie's skin, even if they sounded unbelievable. Before Eddie could ask, he continued, "Everybody wants a piece of King Steve, not this though, not the quiet moments."
"Then they were missing out," Eddie told him truthfully, kissing Steve's temple.
They sat together, rocking slightly, watching the sunrise. As Eddie drank his cooling coffee, one arm firmly around Steve, all he could think was that he could do this forever.
