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8:48pm.
You sprayed the lasts of the mall perfume onto your neck and into your wrists, fiddled with the stray wisps of hair in your face and straightened your jacket in the hallway mirror.
Leather - and good leather at that. covered in Black Sabbath and Dio patches that your mother had regrettably sewn into the sleeves and across the back - the fraying seams and weathered elbows adding a metalhead charm. It was the jacket you had worn to every deal you'd done with Munson, for the last year at least. You adored the sly smile that grew into his face every time he recognised it, and the fact that gradually, he'd been gifting you the pins off his own denim vest, the collar and bust collecting faded Poison and Quiet Riot merchandise. After smoothing your eyeliner for the last time, you stepped into the East Hawkins evening. Walking through the suburbs, ears half-and-half filled with the rustle of your jacket and 'Girls,Girls,Girls' through your headphones. You headed up towards the trailer park off Kerley, and by the time you'd made it off the loose roads and into the camp, the springtime sun was dipping lowly into the night.
"Shit." You muttered to yourself, dreading that you might have to ask to stay over.
Pulling your headphones off, you buzzed the doorbell. You'd only been to Munson's place on two other occasions - once when he gave you a leftover Hellfire Club shirt (that you still wear to sleep in - it's not your fault he made them irresistibly comfy) and the other when you dropped off some old rings that you dug up at a car boot sale. It was surprisingly warm and inviting - the faint smell of cigarette ash and whiskey, and the constant hum of metal from Eddie's room. His room was also a spectacle, his pride and joy guitar hung proudly amongst corner-ripped posters and memorabilia. To be honest, you'd fantasised about the instrument rocking on its' hilt as you two got.. busy.
The trailer door swung open, creaking on its' hinges, and Eddie stood leaning on the doorframe. As per usual, his outfit was grungy; two layered v-neck shirts, one black and one grey, the grey one long-sleeved. A dogtag chain, watch on the right wrist, and loose-fitting faded Levis. The shirts shaped him nicely, ever-so-slight muscle definition boring through when he inhaled. His hand dropped, and met his other to cross over his chest.
"Hey."
You smiled gently.
"Hey."
He shuffled nervously, almost losing his balance in the process as he tried to swap the leg carrying his weight.
"You're.. wearing the jacket again!"
He grinned.
"I always do!" you retorted.
"Any new patches this time? Oh- that reminds me. I don't have any regular old pin for you today."
His tone was almost playful, a subtle invite inside that you accepted openly. You went to find the step only to feel his hand pulling yours upwards - his careful clasp standing the test of your surprised weakness.
You looked back up to find him smiling again, eyes deadlocked onto yours.
He cleared his throat and looked away, helping you up with a final tug.
"Welcome back to my humble abode, good miss." He bowed, swinging himself around on his heel to continue into the living room.
"As royal as always, Lord Munson." you teased, performing your own courtesy. His returning smile seemed to convey a confirmation, a solidifying thought. It was genuine and disbelieving, as if he'd witnessed some utterly impressive feat.
"What?" you questioned playfully, holding back a smirk and clicking your tongue instead.
"Oh, nothing, it's just fascinating. You've become so much more authentic over these last couple years. And I'm not just saying that because of the jacket, I mean, I never would've guessed we'd get on this well. I..we don't.. know each other THAT well outside dealing but, I have to admit you're probably my favourite customer." He trailed off at the end, as if he wanted to say more.
You wanted him to say more.
"Only probably? Shame, I thought I was rather charming." You teased, pouting as you leaned yourself against the kitchen countertop opposite him.
Pushing himself off the couch, Eddie made his way over to you, hands pressed under his sides.
"Oh, you definitely are charming. You could charm this whole town if you wanted to. I mean, you've already got this trailer under your spell. And.. its' current inhabitant, who's feeling less and less like an untouchable freak the closer he gets."
Your head followed him as he sauntered, eventually finding an outstretched arm falling behind you and onto the counter. His rings tapped the surface, rattling metal as his eyes fell from yours, and briefly onto your lips.
"What are we after today? half-ounce as usual?"
He was tantalisingly close, so close you struggled to think coherently.
His brow twitched into a furrow as his grin widened. He realised the hold he had on you, on your thoughts. Payback, especially after how much you'd been plaguing him. Damn near jeopardising his diploma despite only seeing him every couple weeks. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.
You exited the trance - engaging a polite smile.
"Yeah, a half-ounce is perfect."
After more candid conversation surrounding D&D, which you'd witnessed the intensity of in your Hellfire Club eavesdropping (seriously, how can a man become even more irresistible just by dramatising himself in a fantasy game) Eddie smoothed out the seal on the zip-loc bag and held it out to you with a grin. As you reached to take it, you hesitated.
"Do you.. wanna smoke it with me? Only if you aren't busy."
The grin widened even further, stretching his cheeks and allowing his dimples to shine in the corners of his mouth. That smile was one of genuine euphoria, of relief and excitement. He jumped back enthusiastically, caressing the seal.
"What an absolute pleasure that would be." His eyes were low now, glowing into yours. His grin dropped from a childish joy into a more sultry smirk - he had slowed his caressing, fingers gently fiddling with the plastic. "I've missed how excellently you roll, i'm pretty sure it makes the high even better."
"Well i suppose you're in for a treat then."
Eddie stifled a laugh, tilting his head towards his bedroom before heading inside. You followed suit, heart starting to race slightly. You were so used to smoking on those picnic tables - where you could roll your blunts separately, or you could focus on not ripping the fragile papers and ensuring one swipe could seal it shut. But in Eddie's room, where you'd be sitting on the same bed, and he'd be close, and you could feel his chest breathing, his hair brushing yours, the metal of his rings clinking on one another - it was going to be agonisingly hard to not fumble.
"I know it's pretty tight for space in here, but my uncle hates when i smoke in the living room.. and i've not got the best reputation, so smoking outside is a no-go." He laughed, looking to you for approval.
You smiled.
"I'm sure the comfort of Eddie Munson's bedroom is much better than the shitty Hawkins weather anyway." You sat yourself on his bed, swinging your legs around to sit cross-legged on the left side. He gave you a slightly confused, but intrigued look.
"Comfort? Count on you to consider a freakish metalhead's lair 'comforting'." He dropped onto the bed, arm pushing against yours momentarily as he adjusted himself on the right side. You laughed, turning your head to hide behind your raised shoulder, eyes on his.
"I don't think you're freakish."
Eddie's hands folded over his chest again, this time trying to draw attention from his reddening face. As he took in your words, you moved to begin rolling a blunt. You laid out the first paper, fingertips smoothing out the thin layer. You then picked up Eddie's faded grinder, placing a large lump inside, and replacing the lid. As you began to twist the lid, the quiet rusty ache filling your ears, you felt Eddie's eyes on you again. He was silent, but his hands fiddled his rings ever so gently, sliding them up and down his fingers. You could also feel his breaths quickening, like he was building up to you. You knew what he was waiting for. You released the grinder's lid, and dipped your index and thumb into the finer substance. Sprinkling the paper with a layer of weed, you snuck a glance at Eddie, who continued to stare, simply pursing his lips slightly as your gaze met. You returned to the paper, evening out the layer and reaching for the tobacco, which you added an equal layer of. After jostling the paper slightly to mix the two, you folded in one side of the paper. Then, picking it up, you turned to Eddie.
Eyes back on him, you raised the blunt to your lips, licking the last side of the paper. Slowly, you moved your tongue across, sensing the sliding of his rings halt as he focussed on you. His mouth hung slightly open, he followed you, eyes fixed now on your tongue. You reached the end of the paper and leant back, fingers smoothing and perfecting the roll. You held the blunt out to him, licking your lips and smiling with a fake obliviousness.
"For you."
Eddie took the blunt, his rings grazing against your fingers.
"Told you, your rolls are excellent."
You shrugged proudly.
"What can I say, magic touch." You waved your fingers at him, grinning.
After rolling yourself a blunt, you both laid back against the headboard of the bed, and Eddie took out his lighter. The flame burst into life as he hit the flint, and he manoeuvred the light around the end, blackening the tip of the paper. You began to reach your hand over, but suddenly Eddie's arm was against yours again as he leant over to light your blunt. You felt your chest again, in harmony with his, pushing against the elbow of his outstretched arm. You placed the blunt in your mouth, and Eddie placed the flame at the end. When he pulled away, you exhaled the smoke. He watched, before taking a long drag from his. Moving yourself to face him, you let yours dangle in the corner of your mouth as you gazed at Eddie, the way his jawline flexed as he exhaled, and how his throat tensed. How his hands held the blunt, trusting the ash not to soil his Levis. How him placing it to his lips felt like an indirect kiss, a thought you seemed to share as you noticed how delicately he dragged it. You took another drag, exhaling as you tapped the ash off of the end.
"Uh, do you mind if I.." Eddie gestured to the building ash on his blunt.
"Oh, right. Sorry." You sat up, pulling your knees in to let him reach across.
He reached his arm over the bed, expertly tapping the clump into the ashtray. He lingered there for a moment, noticing how your eyes had fell onto the small of stomach that peeked from under his raised shirt. You were still taking absentminded drags, mind racing with fantasy as you pushed out the smoke. You cleaned off the lasts of the blunt before noticing Eddie's stillness. His face held a smug smirk; he'd definitely caught you staring. He moved back up, and you leant over to stub out the end. When you readjusted, your side met with the fabric of Eddie's shirt. He'd gotten much closer to you, hand now resting on the side of his face, seating him in your eyeline.
But you could hide your fluster much better than him.
You met his eyes, sliding down to meet his hand-on-cheek position.
"I didn't think you'd be sleepy when high. Thought you seemed more of a.. frantically-theorises-about-impossible-ideas type."
"Oh, i'm far from sleepy. Y'know, i'm probably thinking clearer than usual right now."
"Oh? and what makes you think that?"
"Because i'm realising how pretty you are. No idea how i haven't seen that before."
Your eyes widened slightly, taken aback by such a blatant confession from the mysterious Eddie Munson.
"I've definitely seen it for you before."
Eddie broke into a smile.
"I really want to kiss you right now. Or.. that could be the weed talking."
"I doubt it, i'm thinking the same thing."
You both moved back up, eyes remaining in unbroken contact. Eddie placed a hand forward, allowing himself to lean closer, his other hand cupping your cheek. He placed his lips on yours, and you fell into him, arching forward to deepen the contact. The hand on your cheek moved to the back of your neck, as he dipped forward to add rhythm to your kiss. You felt the cold metal of his rings on your skin, and his other hand caressing your waist. Your hands felt up his arms, across his shoulders and finally the bottom of his shirt. You curved underneath, bunching the longsleeve with the black. Eddie smiled, breaking off from you to encourage your hands upwards, his shirts raising and pulling over his head. You were met with his lean frame, slight muscle pining through when he breathed. His arms and torso were littered with tattoos - all dark and metal, all slightly messy but charming. He watched your eyes pass over each one, lingering on the bats that climbed up his ribs and across his right arm.
"You can touch them, they won't bite."
You bit your lip, hands massaging up his sides. Your fingers brushed over each bat, feeling his ribcage match his staggering breaths. You looked up at him, his helpless and smitten face drinking you in. You released your hands, moving to slide your jacket off. Eddie responded, his hands finding your waist again. You resumed the kiss, and Eddie tugged at your thin sweater. His hands had moved under the fabric and onto your chest, slow circles toying with your bra. You let your breaths become more pathetic as he touched you, stifling a moan as he ran goosebumps around the strap to undo it. Once he'd released the strap, he resumed the circles, this time around your nipples. You stifled more moans, and felt Eddie's mouth move to your ear.
"You can make noise, I know you want to."
You laughed into him as he massaged, and used your hands to pull his face back into yours. You kissed again, this time allowing your bodies to fully connect, wrapping your legs around Eddie's waist and hoisting yourself onto him. His hands met the top of your ass, and moved down to squeeze it. You yelped slightly, and Eddie chuckled.
"Oops."
You shook your head, pushing him down flat.
Your hands found his sides again, this time trailing down to his belt. Eddie smirked, raising his arms to watch you.
The leather flowed through your hands as you undid his studded belt, and you hooked your fingers in the empty loops to pull down the denim. Slowly, you released his hips, then pelvis, then groin and accompanying happy trail, and finally his dick. Your hand met his shaft, and you reached back up over him, planting a kiss on his chest, then collarbone, then his lips as you began to stroke. Eddie responded immediately, a muffled moan escaping into your kiss. You quickened the rhythm of your kiss with the strokes, beginning to grind your torso against his, the friction causing the cold rings to hold your waist again. You finally moved down to meet his shaft.
"Just wanted to get you a little worked up." You breathed.
"You'll be the death of me."
You smiled, forming a pocket of spit that dripped onto his tip. You followed it's path, moving your head down to begin a motion. Your vacant hand pushed Eddie's hips down, letting your movements engage his libido. He twitched under the pressure, grunts and whimpers leaving him. You slowly began to loosen your grip, and naturally Eddie's hips met your rhythm, pushing his length into your throat. He slowed himself, revelling in the methodic pull and slide of your tongue, and the sensation that flowed through him. His building pleasure paired with the haziness of the weed mixed into a lulling euphoria.
"Fuck." He whimpered.
"H..how can you do that.. god, it feels good."
You stayed quiet, letting him ramble and blurt. Eddie's hands were frantic, constantly moving and edging with each of your rhythms. Eventually they found your head, gently pushing and engaging you. His rings glided through your hair, the metal catching on the odd strand. You embodied the shiver that it sent down your spine - almost acting as a reinforcement to build Eddie's tension further. As you felt him reaching a peak, the arching of his hips and grip on your hair becoming increasingly insistent, you drew your mouth back, releasing a web of saliva that still clung to his shaft. Eddie let out a partly frustrated, but partly satisfied groan, lifting his head to meet your eyes. You wiped the saliva off of your chin, and climbed back on top of him, straddling his stomach. Eddie's hands massaged your thighs as you removed your sweater, then began sliding your pants down over your hips. He took hold of the loops, tugging at the fabric as you leaned and adjusted to let the denim fall to your ankles. Before you could tease Eddie further, he'd grabbed you by the waist, twisting you over loosely onto the mattress, your hair flattening above your head. He smirked at you, tutting. A punishing finger trailed your stomach.
"You can't get away with teasing me for long, y'know. We need to get even."
The trailing finger met the top of your clit, resting there.
"I need to make you feel helpless,...I need to make you feel good."
He began circling your clit, and you tensed against him, hands gripping his shoulders and back. Eddie glanced at your arms, seeing how the veins and definition pulsed with each wave of pleasure he delivered. His eyes then fell onto the handcuffs that hung on the beam next to his door. Eyelids lowering, he intensified the circles, simultaneously pulling you upright. The movement in your pelvis caused you to stagger, a whimper escaping into Eddie's shoulder. He smiled at you, and you returned it, wobbly and overwhelmed by a hazy delight.
"God, you're stunning. Like a fucking painting. I want to preserve you, control you. You're my own personal museum."
He held onto you, sliding you to the side to reach for the handcuffs. You noticed how Eddie's hands hadn't left you, at least a finger remaining in contact with your own skin constantly.
He dangled the cuffs, and you held out your wrists. Eddie secured the clasps, the quiet click locking you into the night with him.
He pushed you back to laying flat, this time placing his middle finger in the dip between your cuffed wrists, and holding them back above your head. He was right above you, slyly smiling. He then moved down, releasing your hands to sit naturally. You yelped as a kiss landed on your lower stomach, and Eddie chuckled. More kisses, travelling slowly to your inner thighs, then clit. His tongue pushed the edges of your labia, before delving in. He gripped your thighs, and you moaned at the ache of metal driving into your skin, a pleasurable pain that flowed with the utter euphoria present in his tongue. You tensed your legs inwards, Eddie responding to your twitches with an ever-tightening squeeze of his hands. Your hands balled in and out of fists with his rhythm, before letting a building whimper escape as he released from you. You met him with a surprised glance.
"Jesus, i didn't think you could be this intoxicating."
Eddie smirked, licking the remaining wetness from his lips.
"Not my fault you taste impeccable. Pretty sure it could send me into cardiac if i carried on."
You smirked, meeting him for a kiss. He pulled himself upwards, left hand finding your wrists again, the right resting on his shaft. He teased the edge of you, before sliding in. Eddie immediately stifled a grunt, widened eyes locking with yours.
"Shit, it's getting harder to maintain my composure this close to you."
"So let go." You whispered.
Eddie unexpectedly responded with slow, methodic strokes. His hips motioned almost like a dancer, passionate and deep. He let out every whimper and moan that grew in his throat, and the hand on your wrists tightened with how his length teased you. You did the same, each rising noise leaving you and finding Eddie's ears.
"Louder." He muttered.
His strokes quickened, as did the growing in your throat. Your moans became more haphazard and spontaneous as his vacant hand pushed into your hip bone, thumb outlining the shape, and you got louder as he began to pump into you. He'd fully let himself loose, an animalistic power overtaking him. You felt yourself jolting with his rhythm, chest spiking forward to meet his, your mouth fixed open against his shoulder. You found your teeth sinking into him, and Eddie's staggered laughter met your ears. A smile cracked into your face as you felt the hand on your hip move to your lower back. Eddie's head moved to your own neck, hoisting you up gently to mould a hickey into you, his hips still thrusting recklessly. You moaned, aching to run your hands over his hair. His left hand still remained on your wrists.
"Fuck.." Eddie whimpered, quickening his pumps even more. Your legs, torso and arms tensed in an attempt to grip him, greatly overstimulated by his intensity.
You felt the beads of sweat falling from his biceps, mixing with your own. He raised himself above you, hand releasing your wrists to hold both of your hips. He thrusted fully into you, hips rocking to crash into your own, fitting into your shape. Eddie, staggering and exhaling a final breath, let himself weaken pathetically against you, revelling in the glow of your unionised climax.
You let your ears fill with his breathlessness, the two of you drinking in oxygen with harmony.
"That was some borderline supernatural shit." He breathed.
"Sell that to the Weekly Watcher, huh?" You laughed.
Eddie met your gaze one more time.
"I think we should do deals like this more often."