Steve swore he would never go drinking with Robin again - as he did every time they went out - stumbling into his shared apartment with Eddie. It was dark inside, not surprising since it was around two in the morning, and Steve stumbled over the coffee table on his way to the bedrooms.
He tiptoed past the first door, sneaking into the second, and blindly felt his way to the bed. He had just enough presence of mind to remove his shoes and jacket before crawling under the warm covers and fell asleep instantly.
The next morning dawned bright and unbearably early. Steve groaned and rolled away from the window to burrow under the covers, nestling into the warm body beside him. He barely noticed the way the person stiffened.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
Eddie sounded hesitant as he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I live here."
"Yeah, I know that. I meant, here, in my bed."
Steve didn't understand the question, frowning against Eddie's back. But his arms tightened around Eddie when he tried to get up. "Came home and went to bed."
Eddie laughed, but it wasn't unkind as he settled down again. "Wrong bed, asshole."
"Think it was the right one," Steve replied, inhibition still shot because he kissed Eddie's shoulder.
"You're drunk."
"Hungover."
"Point stands." Eddie gave himself enough wriggle room to turn over so they were facing each other, and he searched Steve's face. "You're not thinking clearly."
"Mmm, I think it was the clearest thought I had last night. Get home. You're my home, Eds." Steve got closer, and when Eddie didn't pull away, he kissed him. And he was right. It was like coming home after a long, long day. Eddie broke free far quicker than Steve would have liked, and he grunted his displeasure, trying for another kiss but met Eddie's hand instead.
"Brush your teeth first."
"Fine," he replied in a muffled voice, making quick work of his teeth and even throwing in mouthwash to be safe. He was welcomed back into Eddie's arms without pause and happily settled down again. "Definitely the right bed."
"Nah, yours is bigger."
