He had thought the sight of Eddie fidgeting with his chapped lips was bad. But this? Eddie slowly and thoroughly applying chapstick to his newly smooth, naturally pouty, perfectly kissable lips? This is torture!
What’s even worse is that the bastard has caught on to the way Steve is staring and is now getting a rise out of being a complete dick about it. Not only is he being extra diligent with his chapstick whenever Steve is watching, he also has taken to providing a running commentary on the pros and cons of the different brands and flavors.
“This one’s real good, y'know?” he’s just saying, smacking his stupid, freshly chapsticked, plush lips for good measure. “It has little pieces of sugar in it, so it’s extra exfoliating and shit. Also, it’s like a tiny dessert every time you run your tongue over your lips like so.” (He demonstrates exactly what he means, because of course he does, the fucker.) “May be the best one I’ve tried so far, I dunno. I’m still kinda tied between this one and the mint flavored one from yesterday."
He turns to Steve with this cocky, shit eating grin of his and that’s when Steve just snaps. Fuck it, he’s done with this.
Pointedly ignoring Eddie’s little sound of surprise, he fists his hand into the hem of his sweater, pulls him in and slots their lips together, briefly but firmly.
"Delicious,” he hums lowly as he pulls back, and darts his tongue over his own lips. “Don’t have the minty one for comparison, though, so you’ll have to let me sample that later."
And the sight of Eddie staring at him in slack-jawed surprise, flushing all the way from his neck to the roots of his messy hair, lips not only freshly chapsticked but just a bit redder? Yeah, that’s a sight he could just get used to.
