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Steve pulls a couple of fluffy towels out from the cupboard, sets them on the counter, and turns on the water. As they wait for the shower to heat up, he moves to stand in front of Eddie, in all his naked glory. He traces his fingers down the scars on his stomach, strokes across what’s left of the tattoos on his chest and down his arms.
Then he slides a thumb along the line of Eddie’s jaw and leads him into the shower, standing so Eddie gets most of the spray from the showerhead first.
“Oh fuck, Harrington, this is so unfair,” Eddie groans out, head falling back under the stream for a moment.
Steve looks at him curiously. Both his hands are above Eddie’s waist, and he hasn’t done anything to warrant a reaction like that – though the sounds coming from Eddie make him want to.
“Your shower, dude, the water pressure is fucking amazing,” Eddie explains, seeing the look on Steve’s face. “Bed like a cloud and shower like a waterfall? Not fucking fair. I’d never leave if I were you.”
Steve ducks down to grab the shampoo with a chuckle. “C’mere, you promised I could wash your hair,” he says, motioning for Eddie to turn around.
It’s soothing, going through the motions, lathering up the suds and massaging them into Eddie’s scalp. He makes the same sounds he had while getting comfortable in bed, little moans and whines at the feeling of Steve’s solid fingers pressing into his skin. The sounds go straight to Steve’s cock, not at all helped by the visual of a very wet, very naked Eddie standing in front of him.
“Turn, time to rinse,” he says quietly, tapping Eddie’s hip. Eddie follows his instruction almost automatically, body pliable and loose under the hot water and accompanying steam. His head dips back into the spray, rinsing out the suds of the shampoo.
Steve ducks forward as he does, taking full advantage of the way his neck is stretched out in front of him and kissing along the column of it, pressing closer.
“Is it weird if I say I wanna lick every inch of you?” Steve mumbles against Eddie’s neck, tongue darting out to taste the soapy skin there.
“Only if it’s weird that I wanna bite you all over,” Eddie replies, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as Steve’s hands glide down his sides, wandering and wanting.
They meet in the middle, lips sliding together as they kiss lazily. Eddie shifts his hips closer and Steve slides a leg between his thighs for support, because honestly, Eddie seems to be so relaxed he might just melt into the floor.
Steve realises with a flutter in his stomach that he can feel Eddie’s cock hardening against his thigh. The kisses get more urgent, more desperate as Eddie starts to rut against Steve’s leg, making those pretty little noises again.
“Fuck, Eddie, can I start on that licking-every-inch-of-you thing?” Steve asks, wanting more than anything at this moment to taste Eddie, to trace the head of his dick with his tongue and feel his lips around it. His own cock is quickly stiffening at the thought of it, and he reaches down to take them both in his hand, albeit a bit clumsily, and stroke them together.
Eddie lets out a high-pitched keen. “Jesus, yeah, yeah.”
Steve presses Eddie against the wall of the shower, feels him shiver at the cold tiles along his spine. Impatient, eager, Steve lets his tongue trail down Eddie’s chest, all smooth skin, only interrupted by the ridges of stretched-out scar tissue. He kneels in front of Eddie and feels the water swirl around his kneecaps.
He could spend hours worshipping at the temple of Eddie’s body. He absolutely plans to.
For now, he lets the tip of his tongue trace down the shaft, pressing his lips purposefully to the head and letting them be pushed open the tiniest bit when Eddie’s dick twitches against them. He stretches his tongue out flat, pressing it to the underside of Eddie’s length, just letting the weight of his cock rest there for a moment before he wraps his lips around it and hollows out his cheeks.
Eddie cries out, loud and echoing around the hard surfaces of the shower. His hands fly down to rest on Steve’s shoulders, hips canting forward a little before he regains control of himself. “Shit, sorry, oh my God, holy shit, sorry,” Eddie babbles, breath coming fast already.
God, Steve wants to take all of him, make him shout and scream and fall apart at the seams. And dammit, if Steve isn’t one determined son-of-a-bitch.
He tries to relax his jaw, relax his throat, take Eddie deeper, towards the back of his tongue. He blinks the water out of his eyes and grips Eddie’s thighs, urging him forward. And then Eddie hits the back of his throat and his throat is tightening, muscles contracting and, shit, his gag reflex. He backs off, coughing and spluttering, choking on the water that suddenly feels everywhere.
“Fuck, Steve, fuck, are you okay?” Eddie asks.
Steve coughs a few more times, sounding hoarse when he finally manages to respond. “Yeah, sorry, fuck, too eager,” Steve says, wiping his nose.
“Damn, sweetheart. I mean, you were doing really fucking good up until then.”
Steve looks up at Eddie, hair plastered to his cheeks and water dripping off the tip of his nose. He's got a toothy grin splitting across his face, and it makes Steve feel something squeeze in his chest.
He wraps a hand around the base of Eddie’s cock and sinks back down, careful this time not to be overzealous, using his fist to make up for where he can’t quite manage to get his lips around him.
Those filthy, delicious noises are back to falling from Eddie’s lips, and Steve goes faster, timing the slide of his fist with the motion of his mouth in tandem until a hand lands in his wet hair and Eddie’s back arches off the shower wall, legs shaky as Steve wraps an arm around his thighs, trying to hold him steady.
The hand in his hair tugs a bit, pulling Steve off gently. He lets Eddie guide him but keeps stroking as Eddie comes onto Steve’s chin and chest.
“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groans, pulling him to his feet for a kiss. “You’re something else.”
“Yeah?” Steve’s voice is high, his brain feels foggy and every touch is intensified, every light touch of Eddie’s fingers on his bicep raising goosebumps and every brush of his tongue against Steve’s lips leaving a trail that tingles.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Eddie murmurs, pushing back and caging Steve in against the opposite wall, rolling his body against Steve’s and then hissing at the sensitivity. He cups Steve’s face, a hand cradling each cheek, and drags him in for another kiss that leaves him breathless and dizzy.
He kisses down the V of Steve’s hip bones, letting his teeth scrape the delicate skin there. When he gets to Steve’s cock, he takes it in one hand, mouthing at the side until Steve feels like he might just pass out.
“Fucking Christ, Eddie,” Steve grunts, trying to find something to grab onto, to hold himself up, but there’s nothing. He mentally curses the minimalist shower design, all slippery tiles and flat walls. “Fuck, fuck, please.”
Eddie bites his lip, putting more space between his mouth and Steve’s dick, which is exactly the opposite of what he wants to happen. “You’re gonna have to be more specific,” Eddie urges, and he sounds far too pleased about it.
“You know.”
“Say it.”
It’s that commanding tone again, the same one Eddie used to tell him to take his pants off. It seems to speed right past the rational part of Steve’s brain and do whatever Eddie asks of him.
“Fucking blow me, Ed ,” Steve says, but it comes out biting and harsh, betraying just how desperate and frustrated he is.
Eddie scoffs. “Ask nicely.”
Something curls hot and heavy in Steve’s belly at that, something he doesn’t know how to explain and isn’t even sure he wants to. He just knows he wants to follow instructions, be good for Eddie.
“Please, Eddie, please will you blow me?”
And that does it. Eddie takes Steve’s cock in his mouth, all swirling tongue and tight lips and Steve’s knees very nearly give out completely. He flings out an arm, trying in vain to brace himself against the side of the shower. Those noises, the precious Eddie noises, are muffled by his dick, and he can feel the vibrations in Eddie’s mouth, the moans and the whimpers and he’s not going to last long at all.
Eddie’s head bobs faster, and when Steve taps him to pull off, knowing he’s right on the precipice, Eddie doesn’t back off. He keeps going, even as Steve taps him again, like his life depends on it. Eddie looks up at Steve, up through his lashes with drops of water clinging to them, and he’s gone, coming down Eddie’s throat with a groan, never looking away from those big brown eyes.
His legs give out and he slides down the wall to join Eddie on the floor of the shower. The sound of water hitting the tiles rings in his ears and he realises they’ve wasted a hell of a lot of water.
“Holy shit,” is all Steve manages to get out.
“Yeah.”
His eyes feel heavy, muscles warm and relaxed. He’s dangerously close to passing the fuck out.
“Right, quick condition and then sleep?” He asks, and Eddie nods, getting to his feet himself before helping Steve up.
Steve squirts out a healthy amount of conditioner, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair. After a rinse - and a quick scrub for both of them - he’s shutting off the water and wrapping them in the fluffy towels he’d gratefully had the forethought to put out earlier.
Steve disappears into his bedroom and comes back with an old cotton shirt.
“Here we go,” he declares, but Eddie looks on, confused.
“For your hair.” Eddie still stares. “Oh my God, don’t tell me you just dry your hair with a towel?” The look on Eddie’s face tells him everything he needs to know. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear. Okay, that's it, I’m designing a whole hair-care routine for you.”
He guides Eddie to let his hair fall forward, as Steve scrunches a handful of it at a time, watching it form easily into those beautiful curls. He makes a mental note to pick up some curly hair products the next time he stocks up on his Faberge Organics.
Steve finishes by twisting it all up in the t-shirt and settling it atop Eddie’s head, tucking in the edges to hold it in place.
“Perfect,” he says, and kisses the tip of Eddie’s nose. “Time for sleep.”
Eddie nods and follows him to bed, eyes half-closed. They move towards each other as soon as they’re under the sheets, Eddie curling into Steve’s chest and legs all tangled up together.
It’s the best sleep Steve has had in years.