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Eddie hadn’t been able to get Steve’s voice out of his head since, all low and dark and deep with fierce promise, almost threatening, like the crush of the ocean at midnight as it rips the tide away from the shore. But Steve's voice doesn’t feel threatening, now, down on the beach with the sun streaming into Eddie's eyes and the cool ocean breeze ruffling his hair. It feels deep and dark and warm, warm as a fresh burn blooming over his skin, and he shivers in the full sun and murmurs, “You gonna make me, Harrington?”It’s a blatant challenge, one Eddie doesn’t think he’s going to win, doesn’t *want* to win anymore, and Steve is leaning in like he’s going to do just that when a high-pitched shout from the water distracts them both-