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it was one of those boring nights, when lyrics for songs wasn’t quite right, he just couldn’t come up with the nice (or at least fucking decent) rhyme this time around, and script for the next campaign was literally flawless, and his mind just wasn’t in the right state to read a book. eddie was alone at the trailer, so he definitely knew what 'activity of the day' it’s gonna be. just a little way to fall asleep quicker, no enthusiasm at the slightest, to be honest.
so eddie starts to think. brainstorming, even.
yes, he could’ve just take one of those ‘adult’ magazines that he had, but he wasn’t in the mood. not this time. girls are really nice to look at, yes, but tonight, for some reason, he knew, that it’s going to be boys.
probably just guys in general. not anyone in particular. unless… when he really thinks of it…
…billy hargrove is one gorgeous son of a bitch.
it was the thing that eddie was thinking about a lot lately, actually. gazing at him while shared classes and all, but not like… that.
like, no ‘hand reaching between his thighs’ kind of thoughts.
but he is beautiful, after all. with those long lashes and golden curls, blue eyes and bronze body – you don't get a tan like that in hawkins – it's looking so fresh that munson wants to get a bite of it. must taste like sun or some shit. he must smell good, too.
suddenly, eddie thinks that he would give him head, definitely. on the occasion. behind the school in the parking lot or even in the fancy car of his.
he almost can feel the smell of the cigarettes, hair spray and something, that don't exactly have a name, but fits perfectly. a cologne, maybe? something, that he would choke on.
he could smell it even more, when his nose reaches hard, thick pubic hair, while his throat is busy with shrinking around billy's dick. he can hear himself gagging at the moment, with a strong hand gripping his hair and pulling him even closer, at the point when he cannot breathe, but god. that’s feels so good and right.
he wonders, what kind of things would billy say to him, fucking his face like this. he probably would be mean about it, like he always was – munson wouldn't mind that, though. a dirty word or two wouldn't hurt. or maybe, he would just be awfully silent instead? that would be exhausting. kind of cruel, even.
but thoughts of being called a needy whore by billy hargrove was something, that makes him bite his lip and start moving his hand around his cock quicker, but a sudden thought of a single "good boy", coming out of his mouth softly, after he came at his red, tear-stained face was it.
orgasm strikes like a fucking lightning, everything fades to black and in the minute or less eddie will be certainly embarrassed by realization that it's been, in fact, the best orgasm that he ever had yet.
holy shit.
good luck staring at the guy now.