STEVES POV
I was woken up to the sound of something crashing outside my bedroom door and I quickly, shot up in bed causing the mattress to squeak. It sounded like glass, but I wasn't sure.
"It's okay Steve I just dropped something!" I could hear Eddie yell from outside my bedroom door.
I sighed, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and paraded out of the room, to see Eddie haunched over on the floor on his knees, gripping at his hand. All I could see was his hair, as it covered his whole face.
"Ed's, what happened? Are you okay?"
"I accidentally bumped into your shelf and the vase fell off uhm I sliced my hand" he turned and showed me his hand, and I knelt down next to him, examining the wound.
"Are you okay?" I asked again while putting my hand on his back, rubbing at it. He muffled words but I couldn't understand him, he must've just woken up. He was always clumsy, I can remember so many times having to pick up after him.
"I'm fine" he whispered and flinched, as I accidentally squeezed his injured hand.
"Let's get you bandaged up yeah?" I reassured, leaning my head into his space to get a good look at him. He looked worried.
"That vase it's nothing, Ed's don't worry"
"I always mess shit up" Eddie said flatly and I could feel him tense up beside me.
"No Ed, it's alright" I reassured again and he huffed, nodding slowly at me. "Come follow me to the bathroom" I instructed and helped him to his feet.
I led us to the bathroom having my hand still holding his, applying light pressure his wound. When we entered the bathroom, I sat him down on the toilet and knelt down in front of the bathroom sink to grab a bandaid.
"It's gushing to the floor" Eddie laughed, like this was amusing and I grabbed a small towel off the hook on the wall and wet it.
"I know bud"
I grabbed his hand in mine and wiped up majority of the blood. I looked down and over my shoulder to see a trail of blood.
It was the night of Halloween and because we lived in a trailer park, we would get only the trailer park residents ringing our doorbell every couple of hours.
Eddie had gone out with a few friends he was old enough now, the only restriction was our dad wanted him home by 10. Eddie was 20, he didn't need a curfew in my opinion.
As I was getting ready to prepare my dinner for the night, the doorbell rang so I turned off the stove and walked over to the door.
I swung open the door to see Eddie, dressed as Meatloaf, of course. He looked disoriented and reeked of Pot.
"Trick or Treat" Eddie slurred with a goofball smirk and pushed past me into the trailer. I scoffed, slamming the front door and whipped around to face the room.
He was stumbling over himself, trying to get his boots off.
"Did you drink tonight?" I questioned.
"Maybe" he slurred.
I rolled my eyes and lunged forward quick, as he was about to fall into the coffee table to catch him. His back hit my chest and we both let out a grunt.
"Jesus Ed's, be careful" I scoffed and brought him back to his feet. "What did you drink?"
"Whiskey.."
I sighed and walked Eddie to my bedroom.
"You need to be more careful" I warned, sitting him down on the bed.
"You need to be careful!" He mocked playfully and punched me in the arm.
Suddenly, his hands were around my waist pulling me into a hug, I slotted between his legs and he rested his head on my stomach.
"I love you" he mumbled and lifted the hem of my shirt to kiss my skin. It tickled, as he laid more kisses down to my hip.
"I love you too Eddie are you okay?"
I should've stopped him from kissing my stomach, but I didn't.. he moaned against my skin and I looked down at him to see he was looking up at me with his big brown eyes.
"Kiss me" he slurred and I froze, blinking down at him owl like. We stared at each other for a minute and I could feel his hands feeling up my abdomen.
"Kiss me" he repeated and I went to pull away but he stood up quickly, grabbing my face in his two hands.
I strained against his grasp, feeling conflicted.
"What's wrong with you! You're drunk" I teased and gasped as suddenly his lips were on mine.
It felt wrong. Incestual.
But for some reason, I didn't move away.
