"Don't threaten me with a good time, man." Except for the sunburn - but that's a problem for a later Eddie. He doesn’t really do sun. His typical summer day involves a lot of pot and listening to his tape collection in front of a rattling box fan in his underwear. Most of the time he's working on his D&D campaigns. Not exactly Steve and Billy's idea of summertime fun.

Eddie squawks as he's pulled into the pool again, splashing more water onto the patio (and Steve). Billy's skin is warm against his own, and he's not sure he'll ever truly get used to feeling all those muscles, either. Surreal fuckin' stuff.

"You'll save me? You'll be the reason I'm drowning in the first place," he snorts, throwing his arms around Billy's neck once he's sure they're not going to sink to the bottom of the pool. He smells like beer and smoke and salt, and the alcohol rushing through Eddie's bloodstream is only encouraging him to have a taste. (It always does.)

"What was he saying about mouth-to-mouth?" If Steve wants to just sit and watch, that's his loss. Eddie, on the other hand, leans in to give Billy a soft kiss, smiling into it.