podfic your flames are

Five times someone (mostly Eddie) kisses Steve and one time Steve kisses Eddie.

By the time he gets down the stairs he’s at least partly convinced that his parents’ home hasn’t become a womb for weird slimy aliens and he slides to a stop on his socked feet on the wooden hall floor to stare at the shape on the couch, he’d half-forgotten he’d invited Munson. The shape is breathing, thankfully, the night before the poor guy hadn’t even been able to make it to the mattress he’d been raving about and had conked out in the living room after about three seconds of sitting in one of the armchairs.

“Morning,” says the lump, unexpectedly.

“Think it’s probably afternoon, actually.” His voice feels very scratchy and worn from screaming, yelling, being strangled by the Upside Down variety of bat, and singing very loudly and badly Love Machine by Wham! because everyone else had refused point blank to sing Steve’s favourite song with him.