#(as a teenager but also honestly I think as a young adult? i have bitey friends 🤣)
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“I’ve always wondered what a Steve would taste like,” Eddie says, tapping his chin in thought.
Steve flips a page of his car magazine. “That’s a pretty specific thing to wonder.”
“Mm.” Eddie’s got that mischievous glint in his eye. “Wonder how I could find out.”
“Gee,” Steve says, “I wonder.” And when Eddie gives him an imploring look, he rolls his eyes, and holds out his arm, not even bothering to set his magazine aside. He’s expecting Eddie to lick him, or something, maybe nibble a little, which wouldn’t be the first time. And, as gross as it is, Steve doesn’t really mind. It’s part of Eddie’s weird brand of affection and, for the time being, as close to what Steve wants as he’s going to get. (He’s working on it, though, just needs to be a little more sure the want goes both ways.)
What he’s not expecting is for Eddie to grab his forearm—one hand on Steve’s wrist, the other at his elbow—and bite into it like Steve’s arm’s a fucking chicken drumstick.
“Ow!” Steve pulls his arm away, cradling it to his chest. “What the hell, dude.”
“Oops. Got carried away.”
“Ugh.”
“Sorry,” Eddie says and at least looks it. He reaches for Steve again, saying, “Here, I’ll—”
But Steve just yells, “NO!” and goes back to his magazine, muttering under his breath.
There’s a bruise the precise shape of Eddie’s teeth on Steve’s arm for over a week—it’s summer and he either has to suffer in long sleeves or explain the bruise—and he’s surprised at how guilty Eddie looks.
“I really didn’t mean to bite you that hard,” Eddie says.
“It’s fine. I’ve been bitten by scarier things than you.”
“Still…” Eddie trails off, shifting his weight, then he holds out his arm. “Here, take your revenge.”
“I don’t want revenge.”
“C’mon.” Eddie wriggles his arm. “It’ll make me feel better.”
Steve huffs, but he takes Eddie’s arm and says, “Okay, if you say so,” and he bites into Eddie. Hard.
“Ow!” Eddie pulls his arm away, rubbing it with a wince.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Hmph.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, almost pouting.
“You know,” Steve says, “I can think of better uses for your teeth.”
A faint flush creeps into Eddie’s cheeks and he leans a little closer. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Steve leans in, closer and closer and then he shoves a pack of chips at Eddie. “Open these for me, will you?”
Eddie blinks, looks disappointed a moment—which Steve definitely doesn’t miss—and then takes the packet. He rips it open with his teeth and gives it back to Steve.
“Thanks, man,” Steve says, grinning as he shoves a handful of chips in his mouth.
Eddie sighs, reaching over and dipping his hand in the packet. “Any time,” he says, “that’s what I’m here for,” chomping his stolen chips.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#I was super tired when I wrote this so blame it on that 🤣#also it might seem like this was inspired by that I’ve always wondered what I’d taste like meme#but it’s inspired by something that happened to me long before that lmao#(as a teenager but also honestly I think as a young adult? i have bitey friends 🤣)#i just think Eddie would bite with very little provocation so Steve should be happy there was any kind of lead up there 🤣#pizzaqueenfic
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