Your Kiss || [Steddie]

💿 Ch. 6

The current time was almost three, and the two boys now laid in the Munson boys bed once again in their normal ways. They finished their movies about an hour ago, and now they were laying here talking like clockwork.

"No, you don't get it Steve, did you even see the movie?" Eddie asked, sitting on his bed next to Steve who was laying on his back looking up at the other.

"I did! Me and Robin went to go see it in theater!" Steve defended himself, waving his hands around a bit.

"If Robin was there with you, why didn't she correct you?" Eddie quizzed, completely taken aback by the new found information.

"Well, she's the one who told me that's what it was about." The other boy simply shrugged, but saw the fairly confused expression start to appear on the Munson boys face. "To be fair, we were high-" Steve added, and immediately, Eddie gave an annoyed expression.

"Why didn't you just start with that?! It would've made so much more sense!" The metalhead exclaimed, smacking a hand on his forehead with disappointment. "He wants to bang his mom- jeez Steve." The boy grumbled to with the other chuckled.

"You gotta admit though, his mom was hot." Steve stated as he rolled over onto his stomach and continued to look up at the other who only shook his head and rested back on the wall.

"She's not really my type." Was all the metalhead said about the matter, but Steve decided to turn this into a little game.

"What about Rebecca De Mornay?"

"Nope."

"Rachel Ward?"

"No."

"Mm, Joan Jett? She seems like your type."

"Wrong again."

"Then just tell me, I'm curious now." Steve slightly whined, genuinely curious about this topic now.

"If I told you, I'd be a dead man Steve."

"No you wouldn't, I doubt it's as bad as you're making it seem."

"I promise you, I would be."

"Just tell me Munson."

"Fine..." The boy mumbled, anxiety riddling his entire being as he looked away from Steve. Guess it was best to rip the bandaid off before he got attached to the boy sitting next to him. Plus, if things did go south, the other doesn't seem like the kind to beat someone up for it anymore. "Nikki Sixx, or even Glen Lantz from Nightmare On Elm Street if you don't know who that is." He finally admitted after several minutes.

"Those are guys though? Aren't they?" Steve questioned with a little tilt of his head, not fully getting it. This simply caused the metalhead to curl up, hugging his knees to his chest, continuing to keep his gaze away from the other male. Soon though, it clicked in Steve's head and he let out a quiet 'oh' unaware that the boy sat next to him was terrified for two reasons now.

In the time they lived in, a guy liking a guy, or a girl liking a girl was simply not acceptable. You were made fun of, you were beaten, you were kicked out, or down at the bottom of the bucket, you were killed by your own hands, or someone else. But another thing that wasn't acceptable, was men showing their emotions. Men aren't allowed to cry. Men aren't made to be vulnerable. Men are supposed to be strong.

Well these rather toxic opinions played a heavy roll in the boys younger life, so when Steve placed a gentle hand on the others shoulder to try and comfort him mostly out of confusion, the boy flinched and went on autopilot. He quickly sniffled and wiped his tears away and mumbled out an apology that sounded almost scripted, like he's said it too many times to count.