#probably shouldn’t post this until I finish other stuff 🙈

[pizzaqueen]

Another scene from the widower!Steve verse (which I’m calling That Same Old Feeling and I’ll be tagging anything for it tsofverse if anyone is interested in seeing more scenes/snippets); this takes place during the second time Eddie and Steve meet after not seeing each other for about 20 years, c. 2012

Just under 700 words, rated T, vaguely vaguely suggestive because it leads up to their first time together again but cuts off before the action (sorry lol but it’s me! Haha)

It’s surreal, sitting here in Eddie’s apartment, not ten minutes from his own house. Feeling Eddie’s gaze on him, so familiar even after all these years. Shit. It’s been so long.

Steve turns, catches Eddie’s grin, returns it. That’s surreal, too. The last time they met, there weren’t so many smiles. Well, the last time before last night. It all feels like a dream.

Eddie’s grin turns fond, head resting in his hand, elbow resting on the back of the black leather couch. He reaches out and pokes Steve’s knee.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Eddie’s nose screws up. “But it’s… funny.”

“What is?”

“Just… It feels like a lifetime—no, a thousand lifetimes—since I saw you but…” Eddie looks to the side, back to Steve. He lifts a shoulder and adds, “Like no time has passed, as well.”

“Yeah, I know.” So much has happened to Steve since the last time he saw Eddie, and, in some ways, he feels like a completely different person. When he thought of Eddie, over the years, the distance between them felt so fucking huge. But the moment he saw Eddie, last night, it was like he’d only seen him yesterday. “I feel the way I always did with you.”

“Me too.”

Steve bites his lip against a smile and looks Eddie over—his dark hair is still long but it’s threaded with silver, there are deeper crinkles at his eyes, and his arms are totally covered with tattoos now. He still takes Steve’s breath away, still makes his heart beat. Should he feel this way again so soon? He’s not sure he cares. “And you’re still beautiful.”

Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, dipping his head in an oddly shy gesture. He tilts his head further to the side until he’s looking at Steve sideways. “And you’re still one smooth bastard, aren’t you?”

Steve winks and catches Eddie’s chin between his forefinger and thumb. Eddie dips his head, making Steve’s thumb slip up to his lips so he can kiss it. It’s such a small gesture, but it makes Steve’s heart leap and sends sparks skittering up his skin. He shifts his hand, cupping Eddie’s face, and leans in to kiss him softly.

When they part, Eddie has this look on his face that makes Steve’s chest squeeze tight and he can’t… So he kisses Eddie again and again, until all he’s thinking about is being as close to Eddie as possible.

Eddie lets Steve crowd him into the corner of the couch and they make out like a couple of kids until Steve pulls back and says, “You didn’t give me a tour of your apartment yet.”

“Mm?” Eddie blinks, then slowly grins. “No, I didn’t.”

“Maybe you could give me one now.” Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw, down to his neck. “Starting with the bedroom?”

Eddie laughs and pushes Steve away, getting up from the couch. “Right this way, sir,” he says, with a sweep of his hand.

Stumbling to his feet, Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and tugs, saying, “You’re still a total dork,” and then, “Wait, which way?”

Eddie shakes his head and drags Steve to his bedroom. The pretense of a tour is lost the moment they make it through the door as they kiss and shed their clothes and giggle and Steve hasn’t felt like this in longer than he can remember.

When Eddie’s knees hit the back of the bed and he goes down, he pulls Steve with him; all the memories of this—Eddie under Steve, his thighs around him—flood Steve, almost overwhelming him. And now they get to make more memories.

With that thought, Steve kisses Eddie with everything he has, with a passion he sometimes worried he’d lost and, when they part, Eddie looks as dazed as Steve feels. “Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie reaches up, pushing Steve’s hair out of his face, letting his hand linger along his cheek, his jaw.

“You good?”

Steve nods, nuzzles into Eddie’s palm. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You?”

“Yeah.” Eddie lets his hand drop to Steve’s neck. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says, voice tight with emotion.

“Yeah,” Steve says, “I missed you too,” and, when he kisses Eddie again, the years between them fall away.