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Eddie flops on the chaise, head hanging off the edge while he clicks through photos on his camera, idly fiddling with the dragon sticker on the side. It’s not the most efficient way of going through things, since he can only look at one shot at a time, but he doesn’t really care. He really should be at his computer adjusting pictures from that wedding he did a couple weeks ago, but he doesn’t particularly want to.
Mostly because Eddie is going to have to confront the fact that he took an egregious number of photos of the best man, rather than focusing and doing his damn job. He wasn’t completely unprofessional, because he didn’t stalk or harass or even talk to the best man in question, but dear sweet fuck was the guy hot. And kind. Eddie recalls the way the man insisted on making sure everyone on staff, Eddie included, got food and water. He never actually spoke to Eddie, and Eddie doesn’t even know the guy’s name, but he’s pretty fucking smitten already. It took every ounce of professionalism that Eddie actually has to compose himself and keep from flirting with the man.
And if Eddie goes to his computer and works on editing those photos, he’s going to have to confront the knowledge that he’s lost any and all opportunity to get that man’s phone number, to flirt with him for real, to see if his fluffy hair really is as soft as it looked.
“You’re going to get a headache if you stay there,” Chrissy tells him.
Eddie sticks his tongue out at her as she walks into the studio.
“Seriously. You’re supposed to be getting ready for your next shoot.” She snatches a feather boa out from under him, moving away to put it in the props closet. Well, it’s more of a room, rather than a closet, but they needed the space. Eddie does all sorts of photography sessions – pregnancy announcements, graduations, commercial stuff, baby pictures, weddings, and, his personal favorite, boudoir. He likes doing boudoir shoots because each person inevitably walks in self-conscious and leaves all but glowing with confidence. It’s really nice seeing all these people, each beautiful in their own way, come out of their shells and really enjoy the process.
Unfortunately, boudoir photoshoots do not pay the bills by themselves. Nor do they pay Chrissy. And Eddie would be lost without her, so he keeps up the other photoshoots. The commercial shoots he does are the ones that make the most money, but they’re usually boring, and he’s typically stuck with some higher-up trying to either micromanage him, or give him no input and then complain about what he produces. Still, money is money, and Eddie would like to continue eating, and paying for his apartment and this studio space, and buying more props or better cameras or lights. And also pay Chrissy to make sure she sticks around.
Eddie can take the pictures, no problem, but the business side of things makes his eyes go glassy. Chrissy manages all that nonsense for him. And she’s a great second-photographer when he needs someone for weddings and stuff.
“I thought I was supposed to be editing?” Eddie keeps clicking through pictures, idly.
Chrissy stands over him, hands on her hips, with her no-nonsense expression. “You were supposed to be editing two hours ago. Now, you’re supposed to be setting up.”
Eddie grumbles, but rolls off the chaise, getting to his feet. “What’s this shoot again?”
“It’s the rope thing for that one magazine.”
All right, so Chrissy is really good at the business side of things, but remembering names is sometimes beyond her.
Eddie trips over his feet, scrambling to drop his camera on his desk across the room. “The shibari shoot is today?!”
Chrissy looks amused at his excitement. “It’s been on your calendar for a month now.”
Eddie sticks his tongue out at her. “I forgot!”
“You wouldn’t forget if you checked the calendar I make for you.” Chrissy walks out of the studio space to the waiting room.
Eddie busies himself with setting up the studio for what he wants. This particular shoot, he was given nearly complete autonomy. He was told it needed to be shibari and “classy” with no overt nudity. Eddie knows that women tend to be the models for shibari, but he wanted to switch things up a bit and have a male model. He hasn’t met the guy yet, but Chrissy said he was very professional over the phone, which is good because things will get freaky, and Eddie doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.
Eddie has done plenty of sexualized shoots in his career, and he knows this guy is a professional, but he also wants to keep things light and comfortable, so he draws the curtains around the room, creating as much of a wall of privacy as he can. He doesn’t know what furniture he’s going to want, so he sets up a few spaces to play around with. He likes making the light look natural, so he sets up the fake window and lights behind it, to mimic sunlight. When he’s done as much as he can with the space without having the model, he goes to set up the props.
There’s not much to do. Eddie has a slew of ropes in all colors and sizes and materials. He lays out the coils, to pick when he finally knows what the model looks like, and then goes to double check his camera and that he’s got a clear memory card. Nothing like having to download a full family reunion’s worth of photos onto his computer while he’s got a small child waiting to get pictures done for her first birthday. He learned that lesson the hard way.
Fortunately, he’s been on top of his memory cards, downloading them and clearing them as soon as he gets a chance.
He hears Chrissy greet someone and his heart leaps in excitement. He’s been looking forward to this shoot ever since he got the contract. Then, Eddie hears the man speak. He can’t hear the exact words, but the tone is familiar. Eddie almost drops his camera. He must be hearing things. There’s no possible way…
“Right this way,” Chrissy says, opening the door into the studio.
Eddie cannot move. His entire body is frozen in place, not even breathing as he hears an all-too familiar voice thank Chrissy. And then Chrissy pulls the curtain back for the model.
The man who steps inside somehow looks even better in jeans and a polo than he did in a full tuxedo. The best man – the best man – stands there, already smiling politely. For a moment, Eddie thinks he’s hallucinating, because he’s been fantasizing about this man for two weeks, knowing he’d never get another opportunity to meet the gorgeous man, and now he stands here, right in Eddie’s own studio. It must be Eddie’s brain finally having that psychotic break he’s been promised his whole life.
Eddie has utterly forgotten how to speak.
The man is built lean with broad shoulders. He looks like he’s never missed a workout a day in his life. The man’s hair is brown and fluffy and styled in an artful mess off his forehead. His eyes are big and brown and draw Eddie in like whirlpools. Eddie gets distracted by the sight of the man’s arms, because tuxedos cover just about everything, and Eddie finally gets to see skin.
Oh, god. Skin. Eddie is going to be seeing all the skin.
Eddie is going to die.
This man, this gorgeous Adonis, is going to derail Eddie’s life entirely.
Eddie isn’t sure that’s a problem.
“Hi.” Eddie’s personal wet dream holds out his hand. “I’m Steve Harrington.”
Eddie still has not ascended to the power of speech, but he recognizes that it’s good manners to shake the man’s hand. He fumbles with his camera to do so. Steve’s hand is hot, the man burning up like a furnace, and his smile widens, stealing the very air from Eddie’s lungs.
“We actually met a couple weeks back. You did my best friend’s wedding.” Steve smiles at him.
Eddie nods, still mute. He’s never been laid so low before in his life. Chrissy’s eyebrows are to her hairline as she watches Eddie, baffled by his silence. Eddie’s not sure he’s ever been speechless before.
“I remember.”
Why Eddie’s voice cracks, he will never fucking know.
Steve’s smile shifts into something less polite and more amused. “Glad I left an impression, snapdragon.”
Eddie shakes his head and clears his throat, trying not to blush and failing miserably. He has no idea how to handle such an attractive person giving him a pet name. A pet name blatantly referencing the dragon in Eddie’s professional logo, the one on the sticker on his camera. Which means this man has been paying attention to him. He casts his mind around for an appropriate topic of conversation. “How are Robin and Nancy doing anyway?” He asks, trying not to be weird about this. Though, based on the utterly bewildered expression on Chrissy’s face, he is not even remotely succeeding. “I do a wedding and send the pictures off and then I never hear from them again.”
Steve shrugs one shoulder. “They’re great, as far as I know. They’ve been honeymooning across Europe for the past two weeks, so I haven’t heard from them.”
“That’s awesome.” Wow. Understatement of the century. Eddie is such a dumbass. Eddie nods and looks down at his camera. He plays with the buttons for a moment, trying to find that professionalism that he swears he has. “So, uhm… I did not know you were a model.” Wait, that could be offensive. “I mean, I could have guessed, ‘cause you’re gorgeous.” Okay, and that’s creepy. “Which I’m sure is just part of the job, right?” Oh, god, now he’s being patronizing.
“Eddie here is the best at what he does,” Chrissy steps in, voice a little too loud in the space. Oh, right, Eddie didn’t introduce himself, like a moron. “You’re in good hands, Steve. Give us a moment?” Chrissy grabs Eddie’s arm and steers him back to the computer with a polite smile in Steve’s direction. She leans on the desk, face a calm mask. “Eddie, I know he’s the guy you’ve been obsessed with since you saw him, but please get it together. This is a big client and we need to not scare off our models.”
“I’m sorry,” Eddie mutters, rubbing at his eyes. “But come on! Look at him. I’m not a saint!”
“Eddie!” Chrissy hisses at him.
“Look, I told myself I’d flirt if I actually saw him again, because I missed my only other chance,” Eddie complains, under his breath.
“You are not going to flirt with the model,” Chrissy tells him.
Eddie nods miserably. He knows she’s right. No matter his personal feelings on the matter, Steve is here to do a job, and it would be so beyond inappropriate for Eddie to be anything less than a complete professional. Still, it hurts, knowing that he had not one, but two opportunities to flirt with the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life and he has to avoid flirting at all because he’s doing his damn job.
Ugh. Eddie hates his life.
Chrissy glares at him, keeping her voice low. “I swear, if you make him uncomfortable, I will quit and leave you in shambles.”
Eddie holds up a hand, pinkie extended. “I promise to not make him uncomfortable.”
Chrissy snags his pinkie with hers. “Good.” She pushes off the desk and walks towards Steve, who is looking around at the set curiously. “Due to the sensitive nature of this shoot, we always offer the option of having another person on set. Would you like to have someone?”
Steve blinks. “Otherwise, it’s what? Just me and Eddie?”
Eddie bites down a groan. He should never hear Steve say his name ever. He takes a deep breath and joins them on the set, because he is a professional, damn it.
Chrissy nods. “Eddie has done these types of shoots many times, and he’s very professional.” She shoots Eddie a sharp look. Rude. “Some people are uncomfortable with being alone with one person, and others are uncomfortable having anyone else in the room.”
“Oh, I am very comfortable with Eddie,” Steve replies with a little laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets. Eddie feels heat creep up his throat, and fights down the urge to flirt, to say something inappropriate. He’s never done anything unprofessional in his career, and he’s not about to start now no matter how unfairly gorgeous Steve is. Steve shoots Eddie a wink, and Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. “After all, he got my good side at the wedding. Isn’t that right, snapdragon?”
Eddie tries not to choke on his own spit and plasters the most polite smile he can on his face. Chrissy glances between them, but decides that discretion is the better part of arousal, or however the saying goes.
Chrissy nods at Steve. “In that case, I will take my leave. Eddie, I’ll see you tomorrow. It was nice to meet you, Steve.”
“Thanks, Chrissy.” Steve waves as Chrissy walks through the curtain. He turns back to Eddie with a congenial smile. “So, where do we start?”
Eddie struggles to remember his script – the one he uses to ensure his clients know what is about to happen and that they feel comfortable and at ease with everything. He clears his throat and forces himself to look at Steve. Once again, his breath catches in his chest just from Steve’s smile.
“You are so beautiful.”
God damn it.
Steve chuckles, a light pink flush crossing over his cheeks. “Thanks. I get that a lot.”
“You should.”
Eddie is already breaking his promise to Chrissy and it’s only been five seconds.
“I don’t usually get it from men as hot as you.”
Jesus, Eddie is going to die. And Steve is apparently blind.
Eddie lets out a nervous, semi-hysterical chuckle and tries to rein himself in from saying or doing anything inappropriate. “Anyway, uhm… first of all, I’m going to go over the contract again, just to make sure you’re aware of everything.”
Steve nods his agreement.
“If you are ever uncomfortable or don’t like what’s going on, or just in general want to stop, say ‘meatloaf’ and everything stops. This is the vocal command for the security cameras in this room. Most of the time, the cameras are off, but if someone says ‘meatloaf’, it will start recording. It will not stop until I go to the computer and turn it off.”
“So, it’s recording right now?” Steve asks, quirking an eyebrow up.
“Yes.” Eddie nods. “I use this as back-up for the written contract, to have proof that I am going over all the safety precautions we have and that you’ve acknowledged the measures I have in place.”
“Have you gotten in trouble with that before?” Steve asks, curiously.
Eddie winces. “One time. It was a he-said-he-said situation. Chrissy’s ex-boyfriend actually. He thought I was flirting with him and was trying to get into his pants. Did a whole lawsuit and everything. Fortunately, Chrissy backed me up, but ever since then, I’ve tried to protect both myself and my clients.”
“That’s awful.” Steve shakes his head. “Why would someone do something like that?”
“Jason was not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box.” Eddie shrugs. “Anyway, the camera is typically on, but I turn it off whenever I do boudoir photoshoots. I do a lot of those and I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m doing anything weird with that stuff.”
Steve nods. “Makes sense. So, ‘meatloaf’ is the safe word?”
Eddie wrests his mind out of the gutter, which takes all his self-control. He should not be thinking about safe words around this man, but it’s like every single thing Steve does drags Eddie right back to the sensual and profane. “Yep.”
“Why?” Steve tilts his head.
“I’d do anything for love, but I won’t do that.”
Steve blinks at Eddie for one moment before bursting out into laughter, doubling over. Eddie grins. It’s a victory in and of itself, getting this beautiful man to laugh so easily. And his laugh is full and genuine, like he actually thinks Eddie is funny.
“Anyway, that’s what you say if things get too much for you. In addition, the door to the studio is locked from the outside, so we won’t have any unexpected visitors, but it is unlocked on the inside, so you can get out whenever you want. Basically, you’re not trapped here, but your privacy is being protected.” Eddie feels like he can breathe a little bit better, that he’s not losing his damn mind to how gorgeous this man is.
Steve’s still chuckling to himself, but he nods. “You’ve really thought of everything. I was impressed when I read the contract, but you really have covered all your bases.”
“But wait, there’s more!” Eddie teases, trying to ignore the compliment. “Because this is a contracted job, and these photos are going to be submitted to a third party for commercial distribution, there’s the whole business of rights to the images. For my boudoir sessions, I hand over all copies and all rights to the images to the subject in question. For commercial work…”
Steve holds up a hand. “I know how this works. I’ve done my fair share.”
“Shibari sessions?” Eddie asks, impressed and more than a little aroused at the notion.
Steve blushes again, and it’s so damn cute. He runs his fingers through his hair absently. “Well, no. But I’ve done commercial stuff before.”
“This is commercial stuff that involves you being mostly, if not entirely, nude,” Eddie reminds him. “This is forever.”
Steve shrugs. “Part of the job. I don’t mind, if you don’t mind.”
Eddie blinks, so beyond astonished that he forgets professionalism in an instant. “Why would I mind? You’re gorgeous and you’re going to be naked in front of me.”
Steve laughs and runs his fingers through his hair again. “Well, I have safety in this scenario, snapdragon, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Good god, if this man were any more perfect, Eddie would have to throw something at him. A shoe maybe. And Steve has got to stop with the “snapdragon” nonsense, because Eddie has already gotten addicted and it is just not fair.
“Princess, I have handled the most ridiculous clients you can imagine. You will not make me uncomfortable. I doubt you could if you tried.”
Eddie didn’t even realize that the pet name fell from his lips until Steve blushes again, chewing on his lower lip. Fuck, that’s cute. Eddie wants to ruin him.
Okay, that’s inappropriate. Eddie reminds himself to keep his mind out of the gutter and be a goddamn professional.
Steve smiles at Eddie, eyes trailing down Eddie’s body in a way that Eddie wants to believe is interest, but he’s also not dumb enough to delude himself. Lots of models flirt with photographers, for special treatment or more frames or whatever, and Eddie isn’t naïve enough to assume that he’s attractive to Steve. Eddie knows that he is idiosyncratic and odd, which can be off-putting, and his appearance is… well, he’s no god, like Steve. Most people see the curly mass of hair and tattoos and too-many piercings and make assumptions. Eddie knows he’s not ugly, and he knows he’s charismatic, because he’s never had any problems picking up guys, but he also knows the buttoned-up, conventionally-attractive people don’t go for alt people like him. Not seriously, anyway.
Besides, Eddie’s barely put together today. If he’d remembered about the shibari shoot, he probably would’ve taken a little more care with his appearance. As it is, he’s in ratty jeans that have paint splatters on them from set building, a Metallica shirt that he’s torn the sleeves off, and he’s got a red and black flannel shirt that he wrapped around his hips, because it gets hot in the studio. Shit, he’s not even wearing shoes, wandering around his studio barefoot. He tugged his hair back into a messy ponytail, but that just exposes how damn pale he is. Especially when standing next to Steve, who is practically glowing gold. Eddie typically wears a slew of rings, necklaces, and a couple bracelets, but given today’s shoot, he doesn’t want anything to catch. He’ll have to take them off.
But still, Steve looks Eddie over like he’s found something noteworthy. God, Eddie wishes.
Eddie clears his throat and gestures towards the table of all the ropes he has available. “Let’s take a look at your wardrobe today, shall we?”
Steve follows Eddie, hands shoved in his pockets. When he looks down at the table, his eyes widen a bit. On one hand, having a model new to shibari comes with its own challenges, as they have no idea what they’re getting into. On the other hand, Steve is so obscenely beautiful that Eddie would be a complete moron to give up the opportunity to photograph him.
“So… uh…” Steve shifts in place, obviously nervous. “This is shibari?”
“Shibari literally means ‘to tie’, but colloquially is referred to as Japanese rope bondage,” Eddie explains, keeping his voice light to try to put Steve at ease. “It’s a very particular way of tying people up that is meant to be aesthetically pleasing as well as keeping the person in place.”
Steve nods, another flush creeping up his cheeks. “I… uh, did a little research.”
Oh, fuck, if Steve did his own research, he probably found porn. And now Eddie has the image of Steve watching porn in his mind. That is something he will never be able to get rid of.
Eddie nods, biting back every single flirtatious line that pops into his head. It takes him a minute to parse through his potential responses to find one that is neutral. “So you have some idea. That’s good. This shoot is not meant to be pornographic, so we’ve got a supply of jockstraps, I swear they get thoroughly cleaned regularly, to help keep things from being seen. This is going to be heavily on the artistic side of shibari.”
Steve nods again, clearing his throat and avoiding Eddie’s gaze. Yeah, he definitely watched porn.
“Now for the boring part,” Eddie steps back from Steve and waves up at the security camera in the corner. “Do you know and understand the safety precautions set in place for you?”
Steve barely glances at the camera. “Yes.”
“Do you know and understand what is being expected in this photoshoot?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any reservations or qualifications you would like to make before we begin?”
“No.”
Eddie nods. “Thank you. I never wanted to be the super paranoid person, but…”
“Idiots prove paranoia right too often,” Steve agrees with a knowing nod. “I don’t run a business or anything, but I think what you’re doing is smart. It protects you and your clients without compromising anyone.”
Eddie smiles. “Not everyone sees it that way. I get more than a few clients who either don’t believe the camera isn’t going to be recording unless they call for it, or ones who get annoyed I make them verbally reaffirm the written contract.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “People are dumb.”
“Indeed, they are.” Eddie walks over to his desk. “Just give me a minute to turn off the camera and save that file, princess, and we can get started.”
Steve follows Eddie over to the desk, looking around curiously. He’s too damn close for Eddie’s sanity. Eddie cannot decide if he wants to run screaming from the room or pin Steve to the desk and worship every inch of his body.
“How long have you been a photographer?”
It takes Eddie a moment to drag his mind out of the gutter and respond to the casual question from Steve.
Eddie shrugs, pretending like his hands aren’t shaking at Steve’s proximity. God, one gorgeous face and he’s a disaster. “My uncle got me a camera my senior year of high school. Well, my third senior year. That was the one that stuck. Anyway, it was the nicest thing we owned at the time and it just… clicked.” Eddie hesitates. “Pun unintended.”
Steve chuckles. “So, that was it? First camera and you became a photographer?”
“Well, life is weird, and for a little bit, I only did photography in my spare time, because I was working to help pay the bills. Then, I saw a photography session in the park, some woman trying to get pictures of a child, but the kid wasn’t cooperating ‘cause he was bored. She got frustrated and abandoned the shoot.”
Steve looks unimpressed. “She left because the kid was what? Being a kid?”
Eddie shrugs, double-checking that he’s got everything settled on his computer. “Anyway, I walked over to the kid, ‘cause the parents were arguing, and I got him to laugh. And I snapped some pictures while he was distracted. And then he ran around trying to show me things, so I just… followed him. Got some great shots. I only had the one memory card, but I popped it out and gave it to the parents right there.”
Steve leans on the desk. Eddie makes the mistake of looking up, of seeing the fond smile and gentle admiration in Steve’s eyes.
“They… uh… they saved the photos and then mailed me the memory card back along with a bunch of money, thanking me for turning a bad situation into magic. That was the first time I realized that I could actually be a photographer, instead of a guy with a camera.”
“What happened to that family?” Steve asks, softly.
Eddie smiles at the thought. “Dustin and his folks come in every year for Christmas portraits. I’m doing his high school graduation photos next week.”
Steve chuckles. “You are…”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “I am…?”
Steve pushes off the desk and averts his gaze, an adorable flush burning on his cheeks. Dear god, he’s so fucking cute. It’s not fair that he’s a walking wet dream, he’s also kind, and cute.
“‘Intimidating’ is the word most people use,” Eddie offers.
Steve looks startled. “What? No, I was going to say you’re adorable.”
Now it’s Eddie’s turn to be startled. “What?”
Steve nods, as if to himself, and meets Eddie’s gaze. “You started taking pictures of a kid just because. Snapdragon, you’re a marshmallow.”
Eddie clears his throat. “I don’t think anyone would agree with you there, princess.” And, because Eddie is completely unused to such genuine compliments, he stands up. “Anyway, I’m all done here. Let’s get started.” Eddie gestures to the curtains on the far side of the room, where the dressing room is hiding. “All the jockstraps that we have are in the room that way.”
Steve hesitates. “You’re not going to pick?”
Eddie shakes his head. “It’s more important that you’re comfortable. Besides, they’re all black, so it’s not like you have options.”
Steve nods slowly. “All right. Be right back.”
Eddie watches the model disappear through the curtains and almost collapses back into his chair. He feels like he’s been holding his breath since Steve stepped into his studio. He’s got to get a grip on himself. He’s a professional, damn it all. And he promised Chrissy not to make Steve uncomfortable. Though, he really wants to flirt, especially since he didn’t have an opportunity the first time they met.
No, that’s totally inappropriate. Steve is here doing a job. And so is Eddie. They have a contract. There is no scenario in which flirting is okay right now.
But damn, is Steve gorgeous.
Eddie shakes his head and starts tugging his jewelry off. He doesn’t want to fray the ropes. The ropes he’s about to tie Steve up with. Oh god, he’s about to tie Steve up. And Steve is going to be mostly naked. And tied up.
Almost naked.
Tied up.
At Eddie’s mercy.
No! Fuck.
Eddie’s going to die before the end of this shoot. He’s never had a problem remaining professional ever in his life. He’s done hundreds of boudoir shoots for both men and women, some of them involving the person being entirely naked, and Eddie has not once lost his cool. Sure, he’s found some of the men attractive, and the women objectively beautiful, but never has he been so undone so quickly. Steve hasn’t even done anything!
Eddie digs into his mini-fridge that he keeps stocked with water, takes a swig, and sucks in a deep breath. It’s just a normal photoshoot. He’s doing a job. The job involves the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life, but that comes with the territory. He’s just got to keep their contract in the back of his mind – the knowledge that this is an artistic shoot for an actual magazine. It’s supposed to be beautiful, not pornographic.
“How’s this?” Steve asks.
Eddie girds himself, and plasters a pleasant smile on his face before turning to look at Steve. It’s a good thing he’s leaning on his desk, because his knees go weak and his mouth dries in an instant. He’s pretty sure he stops breathing entirely.
Steve is wearing a jockstrap and that’s it.
Eddie thought he was prepared.
He was not prepared.
Steve’s wealth of skin would be enough on its own to stop Eddie in his tracks, but then Eddie sees Steve’s chest hair and has to fight back the whimper rumbling in his chest. Steve looks like a movie star, frankly, and he doesn’t flinch or shy away from Eddie’s gaze – standing in the studio, barely covered, and utterly confident about his looks. Most people would be self-conscious, but not Steve.
Eddie wills his body to not react, forcing himself to take a breath. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment and reminds himself of his promise to Chrissy. He has never broken a promise to her, and he’s not looking to start today. He is not going to make Steve uncomfortable. Nope.
“Looks great!” Eddie’s voice once again cracks on him, the betrayal of his own vocal cords making him blush.
Steve smiles and wanders over to the table with the ropes. “So, where do we start, snapdragon?”
Eddie takes a deep breath and prays to every single deity that he knows of, as well as all the ones he doesn’t, to give him the fortitude to survive this photo session, because Steve is going to ruin him.