Lock My Lips, Lock ‘Em Good
Eddie reaches out, grabbing Steve's jaw to turn him. He squints, concentrating on swiping the smudge off Steve’s face. Steve sways closer, then. So close, in fact, that his eyes flutter shut, breath shuddering over Eddie's lips before— kissing him.
Steve is kissing him.
Eddie gasps, hand dropping from Steve's face.
Steve wrenches back.
“Um.” Steve's eyes are wide, mouth parted. “Did you—?”
“Did I–?” Eddie asks, bewildered.
“Was that—“ Steve opens and closes his mouth. finally settles on blinking very fast. “I totally just kissed you.”