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"You recording me, Harrington?" Eddie murmurs, pick between his lips as he tunes the cranky old bass in his lap. He knows Steve is zooming in on his fingers, but tries to focus on the way the A reverbs around the room, almost crystal clear.

"Maybe," Steve replies from behind the phone screen. "Spinal Tap shit, and all that."

Finally satisfied, Eddie sets his fingers to the frets and does a quick run through, before placing the bass on the couch beside him. He looks back up at Steve, who's still filming. "You get that, baby?"

Steve nods. "Love it when you show off."

Eddie smirks. He arches his back like a cat before settling into the couch and spreading his legs. He sees the phone droop a little in Steve's hands and knows he's got him.

"I miss you, so far away over there, Harrington," he says. "It's an awful big studio."

"It's a shit hole," Steve says, but takes a step closer all the same. He's not wrong, but there's a homey quality to all that 70s wood stain and old nicotine that they haven't been able to find anywhere else. Neither of them has ever written so well.

Eddie plays with one of the holes in the knee of his jeans. He looks up under his eyelashes at Steve. "Put your phone away, huh?"

Steve's already tapping out of the video app. He's in a two day old t-shirt and his hair's a mess and he's wearing the glasses he'd never let anyone else see. He might be the most beautiful thing in the world right now. Possibly ever. He closes the gap between them and his calves hit Eddie's and it's the work of an instant for Eddie to reach to grab Steve's hips and pull Steve down to his lap.

"There you are," he says, pulling him endlessly closer. "I could write so many songs about you like this. But not right now."

"Why not right now?" Steve asks, breathy, the kind of voice that's only for Eddie these days.

"Right now I say we sully this place in the grand old tradition of it being sullied," Eddie says. "And then we create something fuckin' beautiful."

"Not to be cliché as fuck Eds," Steve says, ghosting his breath over Eddie's face, teasing him with the potential of a kiss, "but I think we're already creating something beautiful."

"If you don't kiss me, Harrington - " Eddie warns.

"You'll do what?" Steve asks, pressing the smallest kiss to the tip of Eddie's nose.

Eddie just about growls. "Oh, terrible things."

"Oh no," Steve murmurs, but lets his mouth be captured all the same.

Terrible things, indeed.

Inspired by @ootaerd's insanely gorgeous art, I hope this is okay to write. <3