There's a splash as a couple more beers hit the water, but Eddie's got no interest in moving from where he is. Billy is a hundred times more intoxicating than any liquor he can get his hands on, and beer doesn't manhandle him or kiss his throat the way he likes either.

Steve approaches the diving board (it's bad enough that he has a pool, but a diving board, too?) and he finally tears his gaze away from Billy long enough to ogle him and his stupid swim team approved bathing suit. Goddamn. The eye candy alone is enough to convince him to get out in the sunshine more often.

He hits the water and Eddie's attention goes back to Billy for just long enough that Steve swimming up from behind him to grab his waist makes him yelp.

"Dick," he grumbles, but he can't be too mad. Lo and behold, Billy provides even more eye candy for him to take in as he runs his fingers through Steve's chest hair. Screw the beer, what he really wants is attention. Evidently, so does Billy.

The beers go careening even further away as Billy sends waves through the entire pool with his cannonball, and Eddie ends up drenched again in the process.

"Jesus Christ, Billy!" He's sputtering, scrunching his nose up to try and get the water out of it as he paws at Steve. Hold me, dammit. "Fucking -- people trust you to save them? They pay you for this?"