Mine. Mine. Mine.

Once the door is shut Steve pushes Eddie towards the bed and Eddie can’t help but feel electricity in his veins. Everything in his body pulls taut.

Steve pulls Eddie into another heated kiss before they can even make it to bed. It sends Eddie’s mind swirling. God. He is so happy right now and he can’t even tell anyone why if they asked.

Hearing Steve say all those things at the club lit a fire in Eddie. He felt so hot and safe and wanted. He moans into the kiss just replaying the night in his head. My boy. My boy. My boy. Mine. Mine. Mine.

They twist about each other until Steve is falling back onto the bed and pulling Eddie down with him. Eddie giggles when they land with an hmph. He looks down at Steve and Steve looks up at him. Eddie stops laughing, nothing has ever been so serious to him now. He wants Steve. He wants all of him. He wants to belong to Steve and wants Steve to belong to him. He wants to-

“Can I suck your dick?”

Steve laughs and Eddie smiles down at him. Steve stares at him for a second before he starts speaking. “I don’t think that-“

“No! Please! Please. I’ll do anything!” Eddie starts to sit up and straddles Steve’s hips. Steve pushes himself up onto his elbows and raises his eyebrows at Eddie.

“Yeah?” Steve smirks. “Would you die for it?” Steve seems surprised when Eddie nods violently. For some reason, probably due to Eddie’s unmanageable horniness, he really means it too.

“Please. I want it. I can be what you need. I can do it!” Eddie pleads as tears brim around his eyes as he lets the words slip. They mean so much more than how they must sound right now.

“God. You’re so pretty when you cry.” Steve whispers and pushes himself up off the bed to capture Eddie’s lips again. Eddie whimpers and grinds his hips down into Steve’s. “Ah fuck.” Steve groans. “Okay. Okay. You can-“

Eddie is scrambling off the side of the bed before Steve can finish his sentence. He’s on his knees and he prays that he looks as good as he feels right now.

Steve sits up and looks down at Eddie who is bursting at the seams.

“You’re so desperate for it.” Steve laughs and grabs Eddie’s face. “Show me how desperate.” Steve sits back and Eddie immediately is on him. He undoes Steve’s belt and unbuttons his pants. Then he looks up. He wants to make sure Steve is watching him. He likes when Steve watches him.

Their eyes meet and Eddie slowly starts to unzip Steve’s pants. They work together to shift his pants down and off. Eddie frees Steve dick from his boxers, discarding them as well, and he feels his heart hammering against his chest.

Steve is larger than Eddie pictured. Eddie figured he would be big but god. Eddie shifts his eyes up to Steve again who is watching intently as Eddie sticks out his tongue while gripping Steve’s shaft. He softly licks the head of Steve dick, letting his tongue slide along the leaking precum. Steve shutters.

“Oh fuck off.” Steve groans as he grips the sheets. Eddie slowly licks around the head before taking the tip into his mouth completely with a soft pop. Eddie is so happy and everything feels so right. Fitting so perfectly. He hums around Steve who is looking down at Eddie like he’s the only thing in the world right now. Eddie never wants him to stop looking at him like that. He swirls his tongue and Steve groans loudly. “Yeah. That’s good. F-fuck.”

Eddie takes in as much of Steve’s dick as he can and gags harshly. He continues to bounce his head up and down Steve’s shaft. Soon Steve’s hands are in Eddie’s hair and he is thrusting his hips slightly into Eddie's mouth. He guides Eddie’s head as he moans. “Just like that baby.” Eddie whines at the pet name. “You like that one? Hm?” Steve smirks as his thrusts increase in speed.

Eddie does his best to nod but gags. He lets go of Steve’s shaft and steadies himself by grabbing onto Steve’s thighs. Steve tightens his grip on Eddie’s head and fully thrusts into his throat. Eddie can feel saliva dripping down his chin as he stares up at Steve. It hurts a little when Steve hits the back of his throat so carelessly but Eddie loves the full pain. As long as Steve is happy, Eddie can’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing. His jaw begins to ache as the thrusts continue. Harder and harder.

When Steve’s eyes lock with Eddie’s he moans loudly and suddenly pulls out of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie whines at the loss. “No…” he pouts. He sits back onto his feet, trying to catch his breath and letting his jaw rest in the dull pain.

Steve smiles while catching his breath up on the bed. Looking down at Eddie with the same caring eyes from before. Like there is nothing else to be thought about, just Eddie.

“We had to stop. I was getting too rough with you baby…” Steve smiles at Eddie and grabs under his arms. Pulling him up and tossing him gently onto the bed. Eddie shakes his head and Steve adjusts him until his head is on the pillows and Steve is crawling over him. “What?”

“I want you to do what feels good.” Eddie whines. He knows his eyes are big and pleading and he hopes it gets him what he wants.

“I do feel good baby.” Steve smiles before pressing his lips to Eddie’s. Eddie whines into the kiss and grabs at Steve. “Mmm. Slow down.” Steve laughs and pulls back. “There is no rush.”

“I want you.” Eddie whispers while staring into Steve’s hazel eyes.

“I’m here.” Steve says. Eddie wants more. He knows he shouldn’t say anything but god he wants more.

“Touch me?” Eddie flutters his lashes as Steve’s face turns dark.

“Strip.” Steve rolls off of Eddie and grabs lube from the bedside table. Eddie wonders how many people Steve sleeps with. He’s handsome enough that there must be many. Eddie hates the thought of that. Other people in this bed. Getting the same treatment that he is getting.

Once out of all his clothes Eddie lays down. He’s always been quite proud of his body but under Steve’s hungry gaze he feels truly naked. Steve runs his hands up Eddie's stomach and chest. Pinching his nipples. Eddie’s back arches and he thrusts into the air.

“Sensitive boy.” Steve hums as sits back and squirts lube from the bottle. Steve hovers over Eddie.

Eddie feels trapped in all the best ways. Steve leans down to kiss Eddie and their tongues dance around one another. Steve’s pushing for dominance. Eddie gasps when he feels a slick finger circle his rim. Steve takes this chance to lick deep into Eddie’s mouth.

They continue like this for what feels like hours to Eddie. He squirms as the finger touches and circles him. Kissing and crying into Steve. “Please. Please.” Eddie cries and Steve smiles into their kiss.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Steve hums as he kisses down to Eddie’s neck. Sucking the soft skin between his teeth and nibbling. Marking Eddie up. If Eddie pretends Steve is claiming him as his, let him.

“Please, Stevie… touch me.” Eddie’s words provoke a growl like moan out of Steve. It almost sounded painful. Suddenly the finger that has been torturing him for oh so long is sliding into him. Eddie moans along with Steve.

Eddie grabs at Steve’s shoulders while Steve slowly allows Eddie to get used to the stretch. It doesn’t take long for Eddie to need more. Everything feels too little when right now he needs all of Steve. He wants everything.

Eddie pulls Steve flush against him. Probably making the angle of Steve’s wrist a bit more precarious and awkward but Eddie just wants him close. Eddie places a soft kiss along Steve’s neck and the other man seems to cave into Eddie.

“Fuck, Eddie.” It’s a soft whisper but Eddie loves it. “You’re so warm.” Steve sucks and bites along Eddie's neck as he adds another finger into his ass. Eddie nearly dies when Steve curls his fingers and hits his prostate over and over again as he speeds up. Seemingly needing more of Eddie just as Eddie needs him. Eddie cries out grabbing and scratching at Steve’s back and shoulders.

“More.” Eddie whines.

“Be nice baby.” Steve whispers against Eddie’s ear panting in arousal.

“Please. Harder Stevie. Please.”

Another finger is added and the thrusts impossibly speed up. Eddie cries out again and tries to keep his thoughts to himself. Not wanting to scare Steve but he wants him. He wants to be Steve’s forever. He doesn’t know why he feels like this already but he does and he doesn’t think it’ll change. He wants Steve to be his. All the time. No one else's. Eddie wants love.

Eddie is moaning prettily and loudly as Steve hits his spot over and over. Eddie is only more turned on by Steve humping his leg and moaning into his ear.

Soon it is too much. “I’m gonna-“

“Come on baby. Come for me.” Steve pants into Eddie’s ear and with that and both their bodies pressed together. And the horribly twisted idea that maybe one day Eddie could get Steve to fall in love with him. Eddie comes fast and hard. Gripping onto Steve whose muscles tighten and shake shortly after Eddie. “Fuck.” Steve collapses on top of Eddie and sighs.

Steve rolls off of Eddie after another minute and gets up from the bed. Eddie starts to panic. He sits up quickly and reaches for Steve who makes his way to the bathroom.

Steve looks back over his shoulder at Eddie and smiles. “It’s okay baby. I’m just grabbing something to clean up with.” Eddie relaxes at these words.

When Steve comes back he grabs Eddie and begins to wipe down his stomach and chest. He presses soft kisses into his cheeks before tending to himself.

Eddie watches Steve grab clothes for bed but then he holds out his hand to Eddie. “Let’s go sleep in your room. I don’t feel like calling someone to change the sheets.”

They cuddle up in Eddie’s new bed and Steve sighs from behind him. “Tomorrow I want you to come to training with me. You should at least watch.” Steve hums.

Eddie shifts his hips back into Steve who moans a tiny sigh-like moan. “Okay.” Eddie yawns.

They quickly both fall asleep. Even though Eddie is beyond nervous about where this leaves them. And beyond sick with dread about his building feelings.

~~~

Once again Steve wakes with Eddie wrapped around him but rather than slip away this time, Steve allows himself to sink into the feeling.

“Fuck me.” Steve sighs to himself. He knows this is wrong. He knows there’s no reason to be fucking this man. He has a good source of sex with Zander. Kinky, frustrated, angry sex. And he could give less than two shits about Zander. Just how he likes it.

He can hear his fathers voice echo in his mind as he looks down at Eddie. ‘No attachments, they make you weak.’ Steve knows this. He knows that. He’s just putting Eddie in danger. Putting his empire in danger. Everything he’s built. The thought of any of this makes him feel sick.

Maybe that’s why he invited Eddie to training last night. He’s not sure. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to see Eddie hurt just because Steve can’t control himself.

Steve looks at Eddie. Taking in his curly hair strewn about and his lashes gently laying against his cheeks. He’s beautiful. Something about him is just so addicting to Steve.

He thinks about leaning down and pressing his lips against Eddie’s pink parted lips but there is a knock at the door.

“Boss? Are you okay? Are you in there?” Chrissy’s voice sounds from outside. Shit. He didn’t tell anyone he wasn’t going to be in his room. He’s already slipping up because of this brown eyed beauty. Fuck.

He tries to sit up without waking Eddie but the poor thing jolts awake and scrambles away. He quickly raises his arms as if to shield his face from a blow. Steve’s stomach drops when he thinks about where he learned this.

“Bambi. Baby. It’s okay. Just us.” Steve gently grabs Eddie’s wrists and lowers his arms. Behind them is an embarrassed Eddie.

“Boss?!” Chrissy shouts. Clearly ready to break the door down. Steve drops Eddie’s arms and looks over his shoulder to the door.

“I’m fine Chrissy. Tell Tommy I’ll meet him in the gym.” Steve shouts and relaxes when Chrissy acknowledges him. He turns back to Eddie and sighs. “Get dressed, Bambi. We’re going down to training and-“ Steve is interrupted by a phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand.

Eddie jumps still looking a bit dazed. Steve looks over to the phone and sees that it’s Eddie’s that is buzzing. His brow quirks but he looks to Eddie to answer it but Eddie shakes his head. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Steve grabs Eddie’s face as gently as possible. Eddie looks like he wants to cry.

“Only h-he calls me.” Eddie whispers and his eyes dart to the phone and back to Steve. Eddie looks terrified.

“Motherfu-“

Steve lets go of Eddie and grabs the phone quickly. He stands up from the bed and thanks god for remembering to put on boxers last night. Steve stares at the name on the lock screen before answering. His eyes lock on Eddie. He wants to watch his every movement, make sure he’s not being played by this gorgeous guy in front of him.

“Hello?” Steve asks, a bit annoyed. His suspicious gaze still trained on Eddie as he is tangled up in the sheets. His big brown eyes staring right back.

“Morning, Harrington. It’s good to hear your voice.” Billy laughs.

“Where are you, Hargrove?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes. Actually. I would.” Steve huffs as he watches Eddie sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed. As if he wants to be closer to Steve. It almost makes Steve smile, almost.

“Ya know what I wanna know?” Billy’s smirk can practically be heard through the phone.

“What?”

“How’s the present I left for ya? Is he just as enticing as I thought he would be? Has he let you fuck him yet?” Billy’s voice is gravelly and gross.

Steve rolls his eyes before glaring at Eddie.
“He’s mediocre at best. And if you think leaving him behind as a distraction is going to keep me from hunting your ass down, you’re more stupid than I thought.” Steve growls but he feels his heart tug when he sees Eddie’s face drop a bit. The smaller man shifts uncomfortably in his place at the edge of the bed. Steve tries to ignore it.

“Ah. My apologies. I thought the whore would have been exactly your type. Perhaps I was wrong.” There is a lilt in Billy’s voice that shows his doubt and Steve wants to crush it at all costs.

“I would kill him tonight if I didn’t think he knew how to find you. You take your sluts everywhere with you if I remember correctly.” Steve watches, sick to his stomach as Eddie’s eyes widen and then tears begin to reach the brims. Eddie quickly stands up from the bed and tries to rush into the closet but Steve grabs his arm. He grips him tightly but gently pushes him back onto the bed. Eddie lands with a small whimper and then looks down into his lap. His hair now blocking Steve’s view of his face.

“Ah. Well. Kill away. He knows nothing. But please. Don’t go parading him around Steven. It’s bad for business.” Billy snickers. “Oh but do tell the little bitch I’ll miss him dearly. He was such a good fuck. Try him out before you off him… that’s my suggestion.”

“I don’t need any suggestions from you. And what’s bad for business is you killing two of my men.” Steve growls.

“They shouldn’t have been snooping.”

“I’ll find you Billy.”

“Good luck.” The dial tone follows quickly after and Steve tosses the phone onto the bed.

“Eddie…” Steve tries to start but Eddie quickly tilts his head up and wipes his face violently. As if he could hide the tears before Steve saw them. Steve feels sick looking at Eddie’s broken face.

“I get it. No hard feelings. Name of the game right. I’ll go get dressed.” Eddie tries to stand again but Steve stops him.

“Eddie.” Steve tries again but Eddie cuts in.

“It’s fine, Mr. Harrington. I understand.” Eddie says with a bit more distance this time. Less emotion fills his words.

“Bambi. I-” Steve wants to comfort Eddie but what would he say? He doesn’t even know what this whole situation is or how he feels about it. All he knows is that he hates seeing Eddie sad and he doesn’t want to see Eddie hurt. “I’m not going to kill you. I was just saying that to rile Billy up.”

“Well. Good luck. He doesn’t give two shits about me.” Eddie looks away from Steve and for some reason it feels like he just punched him.

Steve sighs. He doesn’t know what to do in this situation. He’s literally one of the most powerful men in the country. He never has to explain himself to anyone. Though he feels terrible. His paranoia got the best of him. He for a minute actually thought Eddie was more than a pawn in Billy’s sick game. He called Eddie… fuck. Just fuck this. He doesn’t owe Eddie anything.

“Eddie. I am not going to hurt you. Get dressed for training. Meet me and Tommy in the gym. Ask Chrissy to guide you there.” And with that Steve quickly exits the room. But before he can even close the door he can hear a gut wrenching sob poor from Eddie. He tries to ignore how it makes his chest physically hurt.

~~~

Eddie feels beyond stupid as he gets dressed. He actually let himself believe for a moment that Steve may feel something for him. And boy was he wrong. Once he is dressed in casual joggers and a black t-shirt he steps out into the room.

He expects Chrissy to be there but she isn’t. Eddie looks at the window and balcony. He wants to run. Sure it’s dangerous out there for him physically but in here he’s afraid he’ll fall prey to Steve over and over again until his heart is too broken to put back together.

Eddie walks over to the balcony and quickly opens the doors. There is a slight drizzle outside making everything a tad slippery. Eddie looks out and sees a large garden complete with fountain and hedge maze. He realizes he’s at the back of the house and sighs. He looks down at the drop he would have to take. Even just on the second story it’s gotta be at least twenty feet.

“Fuck!” Eddie screams into the large backyard. He wants to keep screaming. He wants to throw himself from the balcony and end his life as a chest piece. He wants to not feel the mystery feeling he has for Steve. He knows that he is being such a bitch right now but he can’t help it. Being kidnapped and used and pushed around is weighing heavy on him. As it should.

“Eddie?!” Chrissy must have busted into the room when she heard him scream. He whips around to face her and she frowns. “Eddie. What are you doing?”

“One of them is gonna kill me. Either Billy when he finds out what I’ve told Steve or Steve when he gets tired and fed up with me. So… I’m just feeling… trapped. Well. I’ve been fucking kidnapped so that makes sense.” Eddie sighs and stares at Chrissy.

“Please come inside. Let’s talk about this.” Chrissy takes her gun out and sets it down on the bed and puts her hands up. Eddie tilts his head in utter confusion.

“Chrissy. I’m not going to kill myself.” Eddie huffs but walks inside from the balcony nevertheless. He runs his hands over his t-shirt as if to straighten it out but it was more of a fidget than anything else. He looks at Chrissy again and she still has her hands up a bit although it looks like she tucked her gun back into its holster. “I’m not gonna do anything Chrissy. Promise. Just… this sucks and last night shouldn’t have happened. I was stupid.” Eddie’s eyes brim with tears when he thinks about how gentle Steve was with him last night. How different he had talked about him this morning.

“You slept with him I assume?” Chrissy’s shoulders seem to relax a bit.

“Eh. More or less.” Eddie shakes his head. “Only I would end up sleeping with my kidnapper.”

“I’m sure Steve didn’t mean to hurt your feelings Eddie. But this is his life. He doesn’t really make time for… romance.” Chrissy sighs as if this fact makes her sad.

“Yeah. Well. It’s fine. I’m used to it.” Eddie shrugs. “At this point. If a man isn’t threatening to kill me after we sleep together, I’m gonna think something is off.” Eddie jokes but Chrissy doesn’t laugh. She just frowns at him.

“Eddie.”

“It’s a joke. Though strangely true.” Eddie shrugs. “I’m supposed to go to training? Or something?”

Chrissy nods and starts to lead him out of the room and down the stairs without another word. They walk through the house silently until Chrissy pushes open a big wooden door. It opens into a big room with lots of light shining in through a giant window. There is gym equipment everywhere but in the middle of the floor is a wide open space where Steve is currently jabbing punches at another man. Several large men and women who look like they could kill Eddie with a glance are all standing around watching.

“Welcome to training.” Chrissy whispers. “Boss wants you to sit over there.” Chrissy points to the only fancy looking chair in the room. Red cushions and wooden legs, on the far right of the open space.

Chrissy moves to stand in between Robin and Nancy while Eddie makes his way to the chair. His head hangs low until he reaches the chair. He sits down and then watches the action in the center of the room again.

Steve is really laying into this guy. Eddie looks past the fight and to the surrounding men and women. He locks eyes with Tommy, the guy who actually did the kidnapping. He remembers Tommy grabbing him by the hair and tossing him to the floor of the club. As he looks at Tommy he can’t help but notice the insane amount of bruising he has on his face and upper arms.

Eddie quickly looks away once Tommy sends him a beaten glare. When he focuses back on the fight Steve has knocked the guy out. He is on the floor and passed the hell out.

Steve looks up, tossing his head back to swing his hair from his face. Sweat drips down his face and neck onto his white tank top. Eddie nearly salivates at the sight of him. God. He’s unbelievable.

Steve looks at Eddie, his face carefully blank, before he waves for the next person to step up. It goes on like this for a while. The only ones who land really good hits on Steve are Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, and Tommy. Eddie watches, curious as to what he is supposed to be learning.

After the last fight Steve waves everyone off and they all disburse amongst the workout equipment. Then Steve looks at Eddie but this time he doesn’t look away. “Your turn, Bambi.” Steve pushes his hair back from his face and waves to Eddie to join him in the center.

“Uh, you’re joking.” Eddie stands but he’s not really sure why. Even more confused when Steve smiles and shakes his head and just silently beckons him closer. Eddie walks up to Steve. Stopping about two feet away from him.

“You gotta learn to fight.” Steve sighs.

“You’re gonna kill me. This was all a ploy. You brought me down here to see what you could do and now you’re going to kill me. Aren’t you?” Eddie rambles as Steve grabs soft paddles from a nearby chest, like the ones Eddie’s seen boxers use for practice.

Steve turns back to Eddie and rolls his eyes. “I already told you. I am not going to kill you, Eddie. But you need to know how to fight. Keep yourself alive long enough for us to find you if you get taken.” Steve shrugs like this was just a fact of the future. Eddie was going to be kidnapped again but this time from Steve and he was going to have to fight to stay alive long enough for Steve to find him. It makes little sense to Eddie because he doesn’t understand why he would be important enough to steal back. Eddie just chalks it up to Steve not wanting to break his promise of protection from Billy.

He isn’t sure what is about to happen but when Steve holds up the pads Eddie flinches. There is a soft tsk from Steve and Eddie opens his eyes.

“I’m not going to hit you Bambi. These are for you to hit.” Steve tilts his head and stares at Eddie with soft eyes. It almost is akin to the same eyes Steve had last night. Eddie feels hot and sad all at the same time.

“I knew that.” Eddie huffs quickly. He stands across from Steve silently, slowly taking his hands out of his pockets.

“Okay. Hit ‘em then.” Steve’s eyes are back to being hazel voids. No emotion in them whatsoever. Like this is just a simple task he must complete before he goes about his day.

Eddie sighs and makes small fists. He has never fought a day in his life. Only once with Billy and after the beating that followed that outburst he knew better than to ever try to fight back again.

“So, what? I just punch?” Eddie questions.

“Pretty much.” Steve says. His voice level and also void of emotion.

“Fine.”

Eddie takes a wimpy swing at one of the paddles. His fist collides with the semi-soft pad and he pulls back.

“That was pathetic.” Steve says.

“You said punch.” Eddie whines for a moment before Steve shoots him a rather deadly look.

“Try again. Harder.” Steve says.

“Okay.” Eddie shakes his head, his hair falling around his shoulders in a bit of a curly mess. Fuck. Okay.

He throws another punch. It lands a bit more in the center this time and hits a tiny bit harder but is overall the same as before. Steve drops the pads from the air and holds them at his sides as he stares at Eddie.

“That was your ‘harder’?” Steve groans and shakes his head. “This is gonna be more work than I thought.”

“Hey.” Eddie pouts a bit but knows that Steve is right.

Steve lifts the paddles again and stares at Eddie. “Think of something that scares you. Think of something that pisses you off.” Steve shakes the left paddle. “Then strike it again.”

“I-”

“Just do it.” Steve snaps and Eddie jumps a bit.

“Okay…” Eddie thinks of the fight with Billy. The original one, not the beating.

It was early on. The first time Billy wanted sex when Eddie wasn’t feeling it. Eddie was terrified when Billy grabbed his ankles and pulled him off the bed and onto the floor. Without really thinking he started to claw at and smack Billy. He fought hard. In the end it didn’t matter much. But it terrified him. What Billy was capable of.

Suddenly, the image of Billy beating the absolute shit out of Steve entered his mind. He kicked and punched and was damn near killing Steve. And all Eddie could do was stand by while Steve got beat down by Billy. He couldn’t help him, just how he could help himself. It scared him. The idea that Billy and Steve will probably fight. The idea that Steve may not win. The idea that Steve might get hurt. For some reason it made him feel sick. It made him angry. That he was useless. That he couldn’t protect Steve.

Eddie punches the paddle before he can think of anything else. His ears are ringing and his chest feels sweaty.

“There we go!” Steve smiles at Eddie and Eddie looks up at him with wide eyes. He is okay. He isn’t fighting Billy. Not yet. Eddie has time to become helpful. “What did you just think of then? Must have really got you going.” Steve asks.

The image flashes across his mind again. Steve, beaten and bloody.

“You.” Eddie says before he can really think.

“What?” Steve drops the paddles to his sides again. He looks momentarily thrown by this.

Eddie scans Steve and decides he’s actually still pissed about this morning. Yeah. Actually, he’s still livid. Steve doesn’t get to know the real truth about what fuels Eddie’s punches. Not after this morning. It would only make Eddie seem ten times more pathetic.

“Yeah. You. Last night. This morning. All of it.” Eddie glares at Steve. It feels wrong to lie to Steve. It makes Eddie’s stomach hurt but fuck it. This guy doesn’t give two shits about him. He doesn’t deserve to know how much Eddie cares.

“Hm. Good. It works.” Steve shrugs and puts the paddles back in the air. “Go again.”

“I hate you.” Eddie stares at Steve and all that bastard does is smirk.

“Sure.” Steve says and shakes the paddles.

Eddie lands another punch and then turns on his heels to leave. “Fuck this.” All of the embarrassment and anger from this morning comes flooding back to Eddie but it just makes him want to escape. It’s not the same anger fueling the punches.

“Where are you going?” Steve says quickly.

“Away from you.” Eddie huffs but before he can even make it out of the cleared center of the room arms are wrapping around his torso. He screams and kicks back. He squirms in Steve’s strong arms and struggles to get out. “Let go!”

“Training is over. Everyone out.” Steve says calmly but loud enough for everyone to hear. They all drop what they are doing, gather their things, and quickly exit the room. Chrissy is the last to leave and closes the door behind her. “Stop fucking moving.”

“Then let go of me.” Eddie throws his head back but misses Steve. Suddenly he is being thrown into the cushioned chair. When he hits it, his back hurts as he hits the wooden armrest. “Ow. What the fu-”

When he collects himself and is sitting in the chair correctly he is shocked by the image in front of him. Steve is on his knees before him, his facial features soft.

“I’m sorry I upset you, Bambi.” Steve looks up at Eddie in the chair.

Eddie is shocked by what is happening. He looks around the room. He must be getting punked. He looks back to Steve and is sure he must be in a dream. The man is beautiful. Sweaty and perfect and sat before him on his knees.

“I am not going to hurt you, Bambi. I know you aren’t working for Hargrove anymore.” Steve sighs. “I double checked this morning.”

“Lovely.” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Eddie.” Steve makes his way to his feet and places his hands on either armrest. He stares down at Eddie and glares. “I’ve apologized, okay?”

Eddie stares up at Steve with a bit of confusion. Yes Steve did apologize. Which does seem like something he doesn’t do often but what happens now. What is Steve asking?

Steve tilts his head as if prompting Eddie to speak up. What is he supposed to say?

He says the first thing that comes to his mind. “You’re so hot right now.”

This causes Steve to chuckle and shake his head. Suddenly, Steve’s hand is around Eddie’s throat, squeezing gently while their lips meet. Eddie moans into the kiss. He hates how weak he is for Steve. But his lips against his kind of makes him forget about everything. Maybe it isn’t healthy. Maybe it isn’t right. But Eddie literally couldn’t care less right now.

Steve nips at Eddie’s lips and squeezes his throat a bit tighter. Eddie gasps and Steve takes this chance to lick into Eddie’s mouth. Shoving his tongue inside. Eddie’s hips thrust forward without much control and briefly hit Steve’s thigh. Steve laughs a bit and pulls back from the kiss. Eddie would try to chase his lips if Steve’s hand around his throat wasn’t keeping him firmly in place.

“I have a lot to do today. You can’t get me worked up right now.” Steve playfully scolds Eddie but it only makes Eddie want him more.

“Please.” Is about the only word Eddie can get out with Steve’s hand around his neck, squeezing so perfectly.

“No.” Steve lets go of Eddie’s throat and turns away from him quickly. “I’ll see you at dinner.” With that Steve walks out of the room. Leaving Eddie turned on and alone in the gym to catch his breath.