You think he’s sweet? Always thought he was a little sour.

[lemon meringue, maybe. billy’s grin has taken on a feral quality, and steve’s hand is hotter than eddie’s and he smells so good. he gets in to his space, figures this is weird, sure, but he can hear the blood rushing, can smell the sugar-sweetness coming out of evert pore.

eddie rumbles and billy feels heady, feels reckless. ] Hey, Harrington. If we tell you a secret, can we have a taste?