( Steve has smoked a little grass in his day. okay? he's not a complete lightweight. he'd take a toke here or there at a party, kill a whole joint just him and Tommy and Carol. every once and awhile, senior year, he'd even smoke entirely by himself. he's been high before, is the point. he's not a two puff chump, that loses his shit after a little smoke. so there's really no excuse for how weightless and wild he feels — no excuse but the thrill of maybes and unknowns, that is.
Steve isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he's aware. and sober he's all too good at talking himself out of things. Eddie is just a weird guy, leaning a little too close and incredibly intense eye contact and saying shit like big boy with a straight face is just. his baseline. it's foolish to read into things with another guy, especially another guy that has a girlfriend! what the hell is wrong with him?
and Chrissy, well... she's just a nice girl! if a couple of times when they're watching movies she sits close, leans on his arm or his shoulder — she's just, cuddly, maybe! not a big deal. Steve cuddles with Robin and it means nothing. it's especially stupid to question Chrissy's motives when she has a boyfriend. she's just friendly. empathetic. realizes he misses being close to people, and is comfortable enough in his company to close that gap. or maybe Steve is just trying to see what he wants to see, instead of what is actually there. a couple inviting him over to smoke doesn't mean anything, it's just a way for friends to hang out.
after they've passed a joint around, though, things feel a little different. how Chrissy watches his mouth, smiles in a way that Steve wouldn't really call sweet, though that doesn't mean it's bad. how Eddie is somehow even closer than usual. maybe that's the weed talking, letting him see what he wants to see. it's definitely the weed talking that Steve can so easily wish he knew for sure. what it would be like to be a part of what they have, just for a night. even a few smokes and some bad movies is the best time he's had in... well, awhile. and he's too removed from his common sense to worry that indulging in curiosity might ruin the easy friendship that's been building. right now all he can think of is how much he wanted to kiss them, both of them. and now that he has, for not nearly long enough, the burn of both of them still tingling at his lips — his mouth feels a little empty and bereft for it, that it wasn't nearly enough. just a chaser.
the screaming in front them is really fucking with Steve's head. abruptly, he leans forward for the remote, turns the set off, and the silence filling in after feels really loud. jesus, what kind of weed does Munson have? really is some strong stuff. what did he say, again? ) I, uh, ( Steve mumbles, less self assured than usual. ) I'm not weirded out. Even though if I woke up and realized this was a really horny dream, I wouldn't be surprised.
( especially because he's sort of had a dream like this, before. maybe more than once. it is the trouble of having two very hot friends that are fast and loose with affection between each other. )
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Steve isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he's aware. and sober he's all too good at talking himself out of things. Eddie is just a weird guy, leaning a little too close and incredibly intense eye contact and saying shit like big boy with a straight face is just. his baseline. it's foolish to read into things with another guy, especially another guy that has a girlfriend! what the hell is wrong with him?
and Chrissy, well... she's just a nice girl! if a couple of times when they're watching movies she sits close, leans on his arm or his shoulder — she's just, cuddly, maybe! not a big deal. Steve cuddles with Robin and it means nothing. it's especially stupid to question Chrissy's motives when she has a boyfriend. she's just friendly. empathetic. realizes he misses being close to people, and is comfortable enough in his company to close that gap. or maybe Steve is just trying to see what he wants to see, instead of what is actually there. a couple inviting him over to smoke doesn't mean anything, it's just a way for friends to hang out.
after they've passed a joint around, though, things feel a little different. how Chrissy watches his mouth, smiles in a way that Steve wouldn't really call sweet, though that doesn't mean it's bad. how Eddie is somehow even closer than usual. maybe that's the weed talking, letting him see what he wants to see. it's definitely the weed talking that Steve can so easily wish he knew for sure. what it would be like to be a part of what they have, just for a night. even a few smokes and some bad movies is the best time he's had in... well, awhile. and he's too removed from his common sense to worry that indulging in curiosity might ruin the easy friendship that's been building. right now all he can think of is how much he wanted to kiss them, both of them. and now that he has, for not nearly long enough, the burn of both of them still tingling at his lips — his mouth feels a little empty and bereft for it, that it wasn't nearly enough. just a chaser.
the screaming in front them is really fucking with Steve's head. abruptly, he leans forward for the remote, turns the set off, and the silence filling in after feels really loud. jesus, what kind of weed does Munson have? really is some strong stuff. what did he say, again? ) I, uh, ( Steve mumbles, less self assured than usual. ) I'm not weirded out. Even though if I woke up and realized this was a really horny dream, I wouldn't be surprised.
( especially because he's sort of had a dream like this, before. maybe more than once. it is the trouble of having two very hot friends that are fast and loose with affection between each other. )