When The Sun Goes Down (Steddie)

I Can't Help Falling in Love with You

Steve watched Eddie unroll the sleeping bag. There were a few things rolled up inside; a couple of towels, a box of condoms, and what looked like a small tube of hand lotion. Eddie carefully laid those beside the sleeping bag then spread it on the ground, smoothing it down, checking for anything underneath it that might be uncomfortable. He pulled it back to toss a couple of sticks and a rock out of the way, but when he was satisfied, he nodded once then stood up again.

He turned to face Steve as he kicked his shoes off then pulled his shirt off over his head. He tossed it away as he approached Steve. Steve's eyes were glued to his hips, the way he led with them as he got closer, like he was tempting him, trying to get him to notice his lower body. But Steve needed no help with that. Eddie's lower body was a huge part of his focus right now. He shivered in anticipation. Eddie stopped next to him, slipped an arm around him, leaned into him, and dropped a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'm going to get in the water," he said. "I wasn't completely lying about being sweaty and gross. I just want to cool off and get some of this sweat off me, so I don't stink or anything."

"You smell fine," Steve told him as he inhaled deeply. He couldn't discern any unpleasant odors coming from Eddie, just the usual Eddie smells, smoke, beer, leather.

"Just in case."

Eddie let go of Steve then hooked his fingers in the waist of his sweatpants and pushed them and his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and his socks as he moved closer to the lake. He turned his back to the water, walking backwards towards it, as he smiled at Steve. Steve's eyes were glued to Eddie's dick. It hung thick and heavy between his legs, and it was so familiar. He'd memorized its shape, every line, vein, and curve of it as he'd stared at it through Eddie's wet boxers the first time they'd gone swimming.

But there was something different. In the shadows of the dark night, it took Steve a minute to figure out what was different. But when he realized it, he smiled. Eddie had shaved. There was not a hair in sight between his legs. Eddie saw the way Steve's eyes went wide when he noticed he'd shaved, and he smirked as he ran one hand down his body. His fingers moved over his chest and stomach, then wrapped around his dick. Just as the water started rising up his legs, Eddie hooked his other finger at Steve, beckoning him to join him. Steve only hesitated for a moment until the water came up and covered Eddie's hips, then his stomach. Steve quickly stripped out of his own clothing and joined Eddie in the water.

By the time he got to him, Eddie was up to his shoulders, his hair wet and glistening in the moonlight. Steve waded up to Eddie and they reached for each other, pulled themselves close, and their lips met in a lingering kiss. Steve melted into Eddie as his hands moved over his body, exploring, taking his time to trace every muscle and rib. Eddie's hands moved lower, until he had Steve's quickly growing erection in one hand; the other hand snaked around and cupped his ass. Then Steve pulled in a sharp breath as Eddie let one finger slide between his cheeks and brush softly over his hole.

"Eddie," Steve gasped.

"Okay, Steve?" Steve nodded. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered. "I'll be gentle. Trust me."

"I trust you, baby." Eddie grinned and his cheeks flushed pink. "What?"

"I just like the way that sounds," Eddie said quietly. "When you call me baby. No one's ever called me anything like that before."

"No?" Eddie shook his head. "I'll call you baby, baby," Steve laughed. "Or anything else you want me to call you. Darling, sweetheart, honey, my love . . ." Eddie stopped him with a kiss.

"Baby's good for now," he said. "But save that last one for later. I like it too."

They kissed again as Eddie led them back towards the shore and dry land; his hands still moving over Steve's body like he was trying to memorize it. But Steve couldn't stop thinking about what Eddie had just said. He wanted Steve to call him his love. He'd said he loved Steve in French. And he'd said love made him do stupid things. Was Eddie really in love with him? He didn't understand that. He could see himself maybe falling in love with Eddie someday. There was so much about him that made Steve want to love him. But Eddie barely knew him. He couldn't be in love. But Steve couldn't think about that now. Right now, all he wanted to think about was a naked Eddie in his arms who wanted him just as badly as he did.