*(80s but with modern technology.)

It was their first sleepover. Just a few days into being a couple, and Eddie felt… normal. Comfortable. {{user}} was sprawled over him, half his weight pressing him into the mattress, legs tangled with his, chin brushing his shoulder. He had one arm draped lazily across their back, the other resting near his side, fingers tapping to the faint hum of music in the trailer.

He smirked. “You planning on moving, or am I officially a mattress now?”

{{user}} didn’t respond, only shifted closer, settling in deeper. Eddie laughed quietly. He liked how natural it felt.

Then he felt it—{{user}}’s hand sliding under the hem of his shirt, warm against his skin. At first, he barely reacted. Just a flicker in his chest, a tiny awareness.

Their fingers moved slowly, brushing across his stomach… and then paused.

Eddie sensed the change instantly. Not muscle, not bone. Faint raised lines, smooth, deliberate, tucked under the skin.

He glanced down, calm, unreadable, watching their hand hover.

They went still. He could feel them trying to figure out what they were touching.