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Jason’s not exactly sure why he’s here, of all places, at six pm on a Tuesday evening in the middle of summer. Well, he is. But he’s trying not to think about it. There’s already sweat pooling uncomfortably in the small of his back, dampening the fabric of the Tigers vest he didn’t have time to change out of after practice, on his upper lip too, and his arms.
He’s not sure he’s ever even been here before, the stupid slip of paper still stuffed into the pocket of his shorts. The one with the detailed instructions on how to get here scrawled in messy pencil on the back of a page torn from an old biology textbook. There’s a diagram of a dick on the reverse which feels ominously foreboding.
He pulls it out as he sits himself on one of the picnic tables rickety benches, steadying himself as it creaks under his weight. He pinches the paper between his fingers, eyes running over the directions a final time as he panics that he might be in the wrong place before he flips it over and looks at the dick again, just for something to do.
He’s running his finger over the word shaft when he hears it; the crack of a twig followed by a distant, “Didn’t think you’d really show.”
He snaps his head around to watch as Eddie traipses his way through the clearing, hair piled high atop his head and a-
“What the fuck is that?” Jason asks in lieu of a greeting.
Eddie chuckles, fingers pulling at the hem of his crop top as he peers down at it, almost as if he’s forgotten he’s even wearing it.
“What, this old thing?” He pulls it closer towards his face, giving Jason a full view of his chest, his soft stomach and hips. Eddie shrugs, dropping the fabric. “Pretty sure I stole it from your mom.”
Jason rolls his eyes, turns back to face the table. “Asshole,” he mutters, ignoring the way Eddie chuckles to himself as he sits down opposite him.
“How was practice, bro?” he asks as he splays his fingers across the tabletop.
Jason wants to stare at them, to touch, study every last detail of the rings that adorn them, drink them in as he listens to Eddie talk. Doesn’t, though. Stares straight at his face, gaze unwavering, eyes so devoid of movement he worries, for a moment, that it might be suspicious.
“Don’t,” He shakes his head and Eddie laughs again, low in his throat, pulling one foot up onto the bench beside him.
Jason’s just now noticing that he’s wearing shorts, too, probably a DIY job like his shirt if Eddie’s track record is anything to go by. The pale skin of his calf pulls tight around the muscle as it presses hard against his thigh, shorts straining around it. He can see the slight pudge of his stomach, too, from the corner of his eye. Has to fight not to stare at the way it spills over the waistband of his shorts in a way that makes him want to sink his teeth into the flesh.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” Eddie smirks, twisting at the ring on his pinky. “You just wanna get this over and done with and then get back home to your girl?”
He rolls his eyes. “We agreed. This is…” He sucks in a breath through his nose, holds it for a beat before he lets it go again. “Transactional. That’s all.”
“Please, sweetheart. You’re fooling no one but yourself, here,” Eddie grins, kicking at Jason’s shin beneath the table. “We both know you’re not short of cash. Well, not short enough to resort to this, anyway. So what is it? Just that desperate for my cock down your throat that you have to lie to me?”
Whatever snide retort Jason had planned is lost to the splutter that’s choked out of him at Eddie’s words, fist coming to his mouth in a futile attempt to pass it off as a cough. As if Eddie can’t see right through him.
“You know,” he carries on, pushing to his feet again. “I thought it was a prank when I found that note in my locker. No way Jason Carver is offering me sexual favors for a baggie.”
Eddie’s pacing now, short smirk never leaving his face as he pulls at his lower lip with thick fingers. Thicker than any of the girls Jason has ever been with, that’s for sure. Not that he’s ever, you know. But he’s - he’s thought. Is thinking. Is-
“You still with me bud?” Eddie asks, coming to stand in front of him across the table again, thighs right in Jason’s line of sight. He already looks half hard which, relatable.
He resists the urge to palm at himself under the table. Tears his eyes away from Eddie’s midsection to say, “Yeah, sorry,” with a shake of his head. “What did you say?”
Eddie laughs again.
“I said how do you wanna do this?” He juts his head in Jason’s direction. “Here? In the woods? My van…”
Jason swallows.
“What? We’re just - like. Now?”
“Oh, sorry. Did you - did you think I was gonna wine and dine you first? Take you back home to meet my uncle and then undress you in my bedroom like a gentleman?” Eddie scoffs. “This is a transaction, right? Nothing more. You make me cum, I get you high. Simple as that.”
Jason nods, gaze falling to his lap as he squeezes his fingers together. Just a transaction, he reminds himself as he climbs off the bench. Just a transaction to help Chrissy and help himself and end all of this stupid mess. There’s nothing more to this, he thinks as he sinks to his knees in front of Eddie.
The summer foliage digs into the skin of his knees immediately, jagged stones and fallen twigs sticking painfully into the flesh. It probably means something that he’s more annoyed at the fact he’s wearing shorts to do this than the fact he’s doing this at all but he tries not to think about that too much right now.
He gulps.
“I’ve never…” he trails off, glancing up at Eddie through his lashes as he sits back on his haunches.
He lookstallfrom this angle, thighs thick and meaty where they peek out under his shorts. He can see almost all the way up under his crop top from down here too, the light spattering of hair right above his stomach. The darker patch right below.
Eddie barks out a laugh, reaching for the button on his shorts. “Wow. You jocks really are as boring in the sack as the rumors would have me believe, huh?” He slides the zipper down. “Not even in the locker room?”
Jason shakes his head. Try as he might, he's unable to tear his gaze away from Eddie’s hands, the way his thumbs are dipped into the waistband of his boxers, head cocked, waiting.
He must look nervous because Eddie is suddenly asking, “You sure you wanna do this?” voice uncharacteristically soft in a way that Jason isn’t used to hearing directed towards himself. “We don’t have to - I don’t - never really expected-”
Jason shakes his head again, grabs at Eddie’s dick through his shorts, mainly just to shut him up but partly because he just needs to feel something.
“I’m fine,” he grits out, reaching for his waistband. “Just…” he sucks in a deep breath as he pulls Eddie’s cock free. “Go easy on me, yeah?”
Eddie nods, sucks in his own breath as Jason’s tongue makes contact with his tip.
“Shit,” he hisses out as Jason starts to suck him into his mouth, runs his tongue gently against the underside of him. “Thought you’d never done this before? How’re you already so good?”
Jason smirks, takes him down a little further. He may have never sucked a cock before but he’s had his own sucked enough that he knows what feels good and what doesn't. He tries to remember Jen from tenth grade, the girl the entire basketball team collectively decided gave the best head out of all the girls who would hang around after practice. He’s still pretty sure she had the hots for him although, he’s also pretty sure everyone on the team would say the same thing.
Whatever.
He pulls off with a pop, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Guess I’m a natural,” he shrugs, and sucks Eddie back down, trying his best not to smirk at the noise it pulls from him.
He pushes down a little further, tries to ignore the ache that’s already building up in his jaw from the stretch. Eddie is kind of thick, the smell of him heady in a way Jason hadn’t expected. The taste of him lingers on his tongue as he pulls off again to fist at his wet cock a couple of times before tasting him again.
Eddie moans softly above him and, from the corner of his eye, Jason can’t help but notice the way his hands move as if he wants to touch but doesn’t know if he’s allowed, doesn’t know if they’re there yet.
They’re not, not really, but he pulls off anyway to tell him, “You can touch,” with a shrug. “I don’t mind.”
Eddie’s hands are in his hair before Jason can even take him back into his mouth again, deeper still this time. He can tell Eddie wants to push, to force his cock deeper into Jason’s throat, but he doesn’t. He waits for him to do it himself, to work his throat over the head, opening himself up to take Eddie further into his mouth.
It hurts his jaw, pulls at the sides of his lips in a way that feels unattractive. He can feel the saliva pooling around Eddie’s cock, threatening to spill out onto his chin, tears pricking at the backs of his eyes.
Eddie yanks his hair, tugs him off with a gasp.
“You can breathe, you know?” he says, chuckling to cover up the worry in his voice. “Would rather not have to explain to the cops why I have a passed out Jason Carver in the back of my van covered in his own drool, if it's all the same to you.”
Jason nods, wiping at his mouth and his eyes before scrubbing his clammy palms against his shorts. “Yeah, shit, sorry. I-”
“That good, huh?” Eddie smirks, taking Jason’s jaw in his hand. He runs the pad of his thumb gently against Jason’s cheek, under the hollow of his eye, along his bottom lip. He slips it between Jason’s lips, watching, eyes dark as he sucks it into his mouth, warm and wet as he swirls his tongue around it. “Such a slut,” he mumbles, fumbling with his other hand to fist at his dick, painfully hard where it sits against his stomach.
Jason bats his hand away, replacing it with his own, slow strokes, unable to look away as Eddie tips his head back towards the sky, exposing the long line of his throat. Jason wants to bite it, to suck marks into it, to claim it. Instead he just replaces his hand with his mouth and takes Eddie into his throat again.
Eddie’s hands are back in his hair almost immediately, grip tight as he buries his fingers between the strands, pulling so hard it makes Jason tear up right from the get go. He pushes past the barrier of his throat, fighting back a gag to take Eddie deeper, unable to tear his eyes away.
He watches as Eddie’s gaze returns to his face, the way his eyes darken as he watches his cock disappear between Jason’s lips. He’s almost too distracted to notice when Eddie’s hands slip from his hair to cradle his jaw instead, thumbs pushing against the hollows of his cheeks. He keeps them there for a few moments, seemingly enamored by the feel of his own cock sliding against his thumbs before he moves back to Jason’s hair, tight in his grip again.
“Can I?” he asks quietly, pulling hard enough that his cock slips from Jason’s lips, bumping wetly against his chin as he thrusts against him softly.
He wants to say no, knows he should say no. But he can’t.
So instead he nods, sticks his tongue out like he’s desperate for it and lets Eddie slide back into his mouth.
His eyes slip shut as he feels Eddie bump against the back of his throat, reaching out to curl his fists into the denim against the back of Eddie’s thighs to keep himself still as he begins to pump his hips. It’s overwhelming, the heady rush of his mouth being filled over and over and over again, his own cock painfully hard in his shorts.
“Take me so well,” Eddie grunts. “Pretty little mouth so full of my cock. Never thought I’d see the day. Been thinking - shit - thinking about this for so-”
Jason gags, loud enough for Eddie to derail his own thoughts and pull his cock free from Jason’s mouth. “You good?” he asks, curls a finger under Jason’s chin and pulls, forcing him to meet his gaze.
He nods, blinking back the wetness behind his eyes. “Yeah,” he gasps, chest heaving. “Yeah just - you close?”
Eddie grins, takes a hold of his cock to tap it against Jason’s bottom lip. “You bet I am, pretty boy. Gonna let me finish in your mouth?” he asks, not waiting for a reply before he’s sliding back in.
Jason nods, although he’s not entirely sure whether Eddie’s serious or just talking it up, playing the part. He’s only ever met a handful of girls willing to swallow the first time, or even the second. Sometimes not even the third. Maybe it’s different with guys, he wonders, as Eddie lets a particularly delicious moan spill from his lips, one that goes directly to Jason’s own dick. Wonders if maybe this is what’s expected of him, if Eddie would even care whether he wanted to or not. He kind of does, as it happens, wants to taste Eddie, all of him, so he doesn’t really feel the need to clarify proceedings.
“I’m close,” Eddie hisses after a few more sloppy thrusts, thighs tensing under Jason’s grip. “You really gonna let me finish inside?” he asks, grinning down at him devilishly as he nods frantically around his cock, all sense of decency long gone. Eddie’s hands slip from his hair again, settling against his jaw as he strokes his thumbs, almost tenderly, against Jason’s cheeks. “Gonna let me fill - oh - fill that pretty little hole with my cum, huh?”
Jason grips at his thighs tighter, pulls Eddie in closer as his nails dig into the flesh there, silently encouraging him, urging him on.
“That’s it baby,” he mumbles, his rhythm faltering as his hips stutter against Jason’s chin. “That’s - oh fuck,” he grunts, stilling as he spills over his tongue, warm and wet down his throat.
It’s more than Jason’s expecting, filling his mouth that’s still full of Eddie’s cock in a way that makes him want to gasp for air but Eddie is a deadweight against him, riding out his own high as Jason deals with the aftermath.
He pulls off after a second, Eddie’s softening cock falling from his lips, hands still tight in his hair. He pants, wipes at the back of his mouth with his hand as Eddie finally lets go to tuck himself back into his shorts with a smirk.
“Really are a natural,” he grins, letting his fingertips linger against Jason’s cheek for just a moment before he says, “You gonna let me sort you out?”
Jason’s nodding before he even know’s whats happening, stumbling to his feet as Eddie pulls him towards the picnic table.
“You know,” he says, reaching down to palm at Jason’s cock through his shorts. He’s close, closer than he has been this whole time, close enough that Jason can smell the coffee on his breath, the slight musk of his cologne. “I sometimes think - think about what it would be like,” He presses his lips together. “What it would be like to eat you out.”
Jason gulps.
“About what it would be like to get my mouth on you. Get my tongue up that pretty little hole. Bet it is pretty too, huh?” He smirks at the way Jason’s cheeks flush, the way his gaze falls to the floor. “Ever had a tongue up there before?” he asks nonchalantly, as if he’s asking about the weather or what he’s missed in class or literally anything other than that.
Jason shakes his head, suddenly shy, as if he hadn’t just had Eddie’s cock down his throat mere minutes ago.
“No. Girls don’t wanna, huh? Not many of them, anyway. I get it. Its…” he trails off, lets his finger dance along the underside of Jason’s cock over the fabric. “It’s a lot. But we could. If you wanna, that is. Could bend you right over this table and have my way with you. Bet you’d like that, wouldn't you?”
He’s powerless to stop the small nod that elicits from him, to stop the way his cock twitches in his shorts and, if the way Eddie grins is anything to go by, he feels it too.
“Yeah, I bet you would.” He steps back, letting the cool summer breeze wrap around Jason’s bare legs and his arms, leaving him still painfully, painfully hard. “Unfortunately for you though, I’ve changed my mind. Places to be, people to see and all that.”
Eddie dips his hand into the pocket of his shorts, pulls out two small bags before tossing them Jason’s way. He doesn't even bother trying to catch them, lets them hit his chest with a small thud before they fall to the ground.
“Gave you a bit extra,” Eddie tells him, nodding at the ground, eyes still fixed intently on Jason’s own. “For being such a good boy for me.”
Jason nods, dumbfounded, watching as Eddie holds two fingers against his forehead in salute before he’s turning on his heels and disappearing back into the bush where he’d first come from.
He takes a moment to compose himself, deliberately doesn’t let himself think about what’s just happened. The way he can still feel the stretch of Eddie around his lips, can still taste him on his tongue. He digs the heels of his hands into his eyes with a groan before finally bending down to swipe the two baggies Eddie had tossed at him from the ground.
He can’t stop the chuckle that escapes his lips when he sees the hastily folded scrap of paper pushed into one of the bags, nose scrunching at the smell as he fishes it free.
call me when you need a refill
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