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Eddie didn’t have many plans for the evening when he went out to the motel bar on the outskirts of Hawkins. He had had two goals, and two goals only. Drink and fuck. He knew a pitiful amount of truckers who were down for quick and dirty in the bathroom on their way through.
He was barely scratching the surface of nineteen, elbows on the bar and empty shot glass resting between his fingers as he appreciated the burn of cheap liquor. The last thing he expected was to be approached by anyone even close to his age. This bar was a cesspool of drunk middle-aged men trying to escape their wives and lives.
“What’s a guy like you doing at a shithole like this, hm?” His elbow bumped his and Eddie fought back a laugh at the mocking tone of his one-liner, playing it off like this wasn’t the hot spot for the repressed hicks and small town sluts.
“Waiting for a guy like you to ask that exact question.” He turned his head to face the man. “What’re you doing here, handsome?” His words were exaggerated, knowing it could be taken as jest or flirtation, and waltzing on that thin line that would end with him getting punched or hearing a laugh.
This man was pretty though, the kind of pretty you rarely see in a small town like his. Tanned skin, ocean eyes, golden curls that clung to the soft fabric of his red shirt. His lips were unnaturally red and shiny like he was wearing fucking lip gloss, the thickest lashes Eddie had ever seen on a man framing those piercing eyes. A pink tongue peaked past those lips, pressing down on the plush of his lower as he looked over his shoulder, considering his next move. Hook, line and sinker. Eddie’s interest stirred.
“I’m having a good time.” He answered finally, inching closer ever so slightly, the curl against his forehead bouncing as he dipped his head just an bit. He looked up at him. “What about you?”
Eddie chuckled, fidgeting with his empty shot glass.
“It’s not the worst bar I’ve been to. Four words; exclusive vampire themed nightclub.”
“Sounds fun.” He grinned, tongue peaking past his teeth.
“Not when you’re very drunk and then realize the red dye in your shot is not red dye.” Eddie laughed, cringing at the memory of that night. He had been dragged along by an older twink with a list of extreme kinks. Eddie had a rough hand, but he was a lover first, fighter last. He was also not into ingesting some random bartenders blood and got tested right after to make sure he didn’t fucking catch something.
“Jesus.” His company wrinkled his nose, shaking his head and bringing his cup of brown liquor to his lips. “I think I’d take my chances, honestly. It can’t be worse than getting driven home by your dad after he gets you wasted at fourteen.”
“Noooo, really?” Eddie couldn’t help the small wheezy laugh that bubbled up his throat. “Your daddy put a little too much in your sippy cup as a kid to keep you quiet?” He giggled and Blondie (that was a good nickname, he was pretty and blond and did he mention fucking pretty?) rolled his eyes.
“You’re funny, mister. My dads just old fashioned.”
“Thumb of whiskey kind of old fashioned?” He teased, knocking his elbow with his. Blondie tongued his inner cheek and Eddie wondered in passing how he’d look with a cock in his mouth.
“Not as bad as the church thing. My family is pretty religious. We went every Sunday back home, though I dared to skip a few and simply ‘face the wrath of God’.” Blondie downed the rest of his drink in one go, clearing his throat around the burn. “My step-mom thinks it’s cute to see us dressed all prim and proper.”
“Sunday Church; the bane of my existence.” Eddie chuckled roughly, resting his cheek on his palm as he looked at Blondie, admiring him. “Nothing is more boring than listening to an old white guy repeat the same stories you’re heard since you were a kid. It’s like having an uncle with dementia, but less sad cause you don’t really care about your pastor, now do you?”
“Oh yeah.” Blondie looked him dead in the eyes. “One time at Church, I had to hold my uncle’s hand throughout the service because he couldn’t remember anything about where he was.”
“Oh shit,” Eddie straightened his back, suddenly feeling awkward. He hadn’t expected that response. “That fucking sucks, man. I feel like I owe you a drink after dredging that shit back up, fuck.” He reached back for his wallet and Blondie laughed.
“I’m fucking with you. I don’t even know any of my extended family.” Blondie picked up his glass and placed it in front of Eddie. “But I’ll take that drink.” Eddie let out a punched out laugh at his smug lopsided grin.
“A double for your troubles?” He asked as he signaled the bartender, unable to take his eyes off him. He had a magnetism to him, drawing Eddie in without straining a single muscle.
“You know me so well.” Blondie breathed out in a whisper, and Eddie realized now that he was wearing eyeliner, rimmed black and half-mast like a siren. Eddie licked his lips, mouth suddenly feeling too dry as he turned to the bartender.
“Whiskey. Double, please.” He pushed the note over to the man along with the empty glass and he silently nodded, walking off to do so.
“You come here often?” Blondie leaned in while he was distracted to talk in his ear, like the music was too loud which they both knew it wasn’t. Eddie inhaled sharply, slowing it like down until his lungs were full. It felt dizzy as he released it, in a good way. Like blowing out smoke into cold air.
“Enough to know you’re new.” Eddie challenged, turning his head just enough to catch his gaze. Blondie grinned.
“From my experience, being new means being desired.” Eddie was not an optimist, and he was not generally hopeful. He was passionate and ambitious to an almost frivolous extent, but he was pretty damn sure the air was charged with something heady, something that damned men to be pawns and devotees. He wanted Blondie, that much he knew, and he could tell he knew too. That he knew a dangerous amount of things that would ensnare any man or woman.
Eddie snapped out of his trance when the bartender placed the drink before him with a sharp clink. He took it by the rim and passed it to Blondie who had backed off back to his spot.
“Here. You seem like a guy who knows how to drink.” Eddie followed the cup to Blondie’s obscenely red lips. The sticky imprint of gloss proved him right and he chuckled. “Though, you’re more like my own taste; cheap and goes down easy.” Eddie grinned as the narrowing of blue eyes, biting his lower lip. “Kidding.”
He wasn’t.
“Yeah, I know how to drink.” Blondie swiped his tongue over the glass. “Know how to drive. I’m a big boy, mister.” There was sarcasm in his tone and Eddie hummed. He liked them a little feisty.
“You the one with the fancy car out front?” Blondie looked like a city boy now that he thought about it, and he doubted he drove the same busted up trucks that were out front with his own hunk of junk van. “She’s a beauty. Makes sense she would have such a beautiful driver to take her around these wide roads.” Blondie seemed to preen with pride at the mention of his car, smirking as he took another sip.
“Yeah. She’s mine. Picked her up a few months back, a present I got cheap from a generous friend.”
“Lucky duck.” Eddie meant it. He wasn’t one for fancy cars, not with how reckless he knew himself to be, but they were nice to look at. Like dating. Nice to entertain the thought, but not realistically in the cards for him right now.
“I’m glad you like it. I really appreciate your compliments.” Eddie thought maybe Blondie was mocking him, but he didn’t care.
“When you look as good as you do, you’ve earned them.” Eddie winked, earning a warm laugh. Blondie tongued his bottom lip, glass hanging from his fingers as he stared at the amber liquid.
“So. Why did you come here tonight?”
“To escape the mundane.” Eddie threw his hands open as if to show all the cards on his table. “Life is shit and I needed a drink, and maybe a pretty someone to take back home.”
“Why not both?” Blondie seemed to agree with his idea.
“I think the way you think, baby.” He leaned in closer at the pet-name, glass clinking against the bar as he furrowed his brows.
“What makes you say that?”
“You came here to drink and fuck because life is shit. Am I right?” Eddie quirked his brow. He knew a ‘fake it till you make it’ like the back of his hand.
“Well...” Blondie parted his lips, looking off to the side like he wanted to deny it but he cracked a tiny smile instead. “Yeah.”
“Then we are two peas in a pod, Blondie.”
“That’s nice to hear. I’ve never met anyone else who likes to drink and screw.” He was pretty sure Blondie was fucking with him, but he grinned.
“Most everyone likes it. They just don’t say it like I do.” With their shoulders pressed together, Eddie cast his gaze lower, past his tempting lips and strong jaw, down to the dip of his throat and the pendant that dangled against the exposed skin of his chest. He was a sinners delight and Eddie had never really considered himself a believer of anything, but only the devil could create something as gorgeous as the man before him.
He watched Blondie’s throat bob, a predatory grin tugging onto his lips as he brought his eyes back to his.
“Do you want another shot?” Blondie asked, voice low and Eddie hummed.
“Yes, please.”
“Alright. This one’s on me.” He cocked his chin and fished out his wallet, slipping a few dollar bills free. “Tonight is celebration of my shit luck in life, so I’ll buy you whatever you want.” Eddie threw his head back and laughed, shaking his head.
“That seems a bit backwards, don’t you think?” He giggled. “Don’t the unfortunate usually get the gifts in this situation? Though...” He hooked stray curls around his finger and slipped them behind the mans ear, leaning in close. “I guess I could give you mine later.” Blondie’s eyes slipped shut as his lips grazed the shell of his ear.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re friends, aren’t we?” With his eyes still closed, he turned to face him, the smallest smile on his lips. He looked a little flushed, like the alcohol was finally getting to him.
“I’ll definitely be your friend, pretty boy.” Eddie stared at him as he fiddled with the cigarettes in his back pocket. He couldn’t tell if he wanted one or if he wanted to smoke Blondie down to the bud instead. Have him linger on his tongue, the back of his throat.
“How nice of you.” Blondie drawled, and Eddie could feel himself fraying at the edges. He was getting tired of this tug of war, he needed Blondie to leave now and disappear forever or follow him to the nearest enclosed space with enough privacy for him to get his hands on the city boy.
“You fuck your friends, Blondie?” His eyes fluttered open, a sly smile on his lips, a peak of teeth.
“Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes they need it too.”
“Then I think being your friend will be perfect for me.” Eddie winked, his hand laying upon Blondie’s arm and sliding along the silk-covered muscles. His thumb pressed against the base of his neck and Eddie smiled. “What do you say we get to know each other properly?”
Blondie laughed, looking him from top to bottom.
“Let’s go then.” He turned to face him, his hand sneakily sliding along his waist and around his back.
“Oh, a man who takes charge. Call me flattered.”
“I’ll call you anything but ‘flat’.” Eddie jumped when his hand slid into his back pocket, squeezing, a laugh startled out of him.
“You have a way with words, Blondie baby.”
“You know, not many people can put their finger on what I am, but I bet you could.” Blondie was all kinds of trouble and Eddie loved it.
“I’ll put all my fingers on you, pretty boy. Maybe my mouth too, if you’re lucky.” Blondie’s pupils dilated and Eddie smirked.
“Oh, now that sounds promising.”
“I’m a man of my word.” Eddie pulled away from his touch, Blondie lingering by the bar until Eddie snatched his hand and pulled him out the nearest exit. It was dying at this hour and he doubted anyone was paying them any attention.
The air was cold outside and Billy shuddered as Eddie led him to his van. He wouldn’t survive back to his place, but he had a rug in the back and lube in his pocket and didn’t have to worry about people hearing jack shit. He wanted the full experience tonight and he refused to muffle Blondie’s voice in a bathroom stall.
“You’re not going to murder me, right?” Blondie joked and Eddie grinned.
“Is that what you fantasize about at night?”
“No, I much prefer finishing myself off to the idea of my lip gloss around your dick when you fuck my throat.” Eddie let out a pitched, strangled sound at the picture of it in his mind, scrubbing his hands down his face.
“Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble one day, Blondie.” He tugged the door of his van open and pulled Blondie in by the waist, lips clashing roughly. Blondie moaned against his lips, slipping his arms around Eddie’s neck.
“Fucking good.” Blondie breathed with a chuckle. “I love trouble.”
“Jesus Christ.” Eddie hooked his arms under Blonde’s ass and ignored his yelp of surprise as he lifted him up and dipped them into the van’s darkness, kicking the door across hard enough for it to slam, clicking shut. The only light in there was from the windscreen, the motel bar’s lights illuminating them in reds and blues, Eddie’s hand in those gorgeous curls and the remnants of gloss sticking to his own lips.
Blondie moved like he was straight out of a porno, all pretty sighs and arched back, manicured nails scraping down his chest. Eddie tore off his leather jacket, pulling his shirt off over his head and welcomed the chill along with Blondie’s warm hands against his front, kissing him fervently.
“Fuck, what’s your name again?” Blondie mumbled as Eddie dashed pecks along his jaw, down his neck, nimble fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.
“Call me Eddie, baby. You got a name?” He chuckled, sucking gently beneath his jaw, skin smooth and freshly shaven. Blondie moaned, fingers tangling in the roots of his hair at the base of his skull, tugging him closer. Eddie was glad to know Blondie didn’t care about marks because he fucking loved leaving them.
“I’m whoever you want me to be, handsome.” Blondie chuckled lowly, grinding his denim-clad cock against his hip. Eddie kissed down his throat, nosing the delicate chain of his necklace and dragging his tongue over tanned flesh. He tasted like skin and hints of bitter cologne, Eddie’s hands skimming over his solid waist. He had a good amount of muscle, and Eddie ran his callouses over the ridges of his stomach, enjoying the way it fluttered and his breath hitched ever so softly.
“Mmm, Phil Taylor.” Eddie moaned in jest and Blondie burst into laughter, stirring Eddie’s own. “Holy shit, do you actually know Phil Taylor?” He snickered against Blondie’s shaking chest.
“Of course I fucking know Philthy Animal Taylor, is that your fucking type?” Blondie wasn’t slowing down despite his laughter, unbuttoning his jeans as Eddie kissed his nipple, grazing his teeth over it.
“I mean, I also dig Ozzy.” Blondie chuckled, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie continued teasing his chest, his hand sliding up to cup his chest, toying with the dark pink bud.
“Billy.” Blondie breathed, arching into the soft suckle, lips parting with a moan. “Call me Billy.”
“Billy...” Eddie murmured, laving his tongue over the reddened flesh. “Suits you, Blondie.” He grinned, kissing the dip between his ribs and down his stomach, tugging his jeans lower. Billy helped, kicking the offending fabric off along with his boots and surging up for a rough kiss, practically tearing his shirt off and throwing it aside, going for Eddie’s belt. Eddie took his hands and placed them over his shoulders as he worked his own pants off, trying not to laugh at Billy’s enthusiasm. He wanted him just as much, perhaps even more.
He pressed the man back into the rug and groaned against his lips, every inch of skin sliding against each other, his dick leaking pre against Billy’s.
“Please tell me you have fucking lube and condoms in here.” Billy groaned and Eddie chuckled, pecking his nose and grabbing his discarded jeans as Billy wrinkled his nose in confusion at the overtly affectionate gesture.
“I’m clean, but we can use ‘em if you want.” Eddie admitted with a shrug.
“I don’t feel like fishing your cum outta my ass before my first day, capiche?”
“First day, huh? Exciting. College? New job?” Eddie grinned, tearing the package open with his teeth and putting it on so he wouldn’t fumble with it later.
“Sure.” Billy hummed vaguely.
“What do you do?”
“Doggy style.” Billy grinned, mischief in his blue eyes. Eddie laughed, forgetting his previous questions in favor of rolling the blond onto his floor, grabbing a handful of ass. Jesus, he had a nice ass.
“I almost can’t fathom why a guy wouldn’t want to look at your pretty face, but you do have an amazing back view.” Eddie pushed his curls aside and kissed his nape, humming sweetly. Billy scoffed.
“You really know how to make a guy feel special.”
“Oh baby, you’re special alright.” Eddie nipped at his neck and massaged his ass, relishing in the little sigh Billy gave, those bunched up muscles slowly loosening as he ran them up his back. “You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, Blondie.” He dipped his fingers past his cheeks and teasing the sensitive pucker that fluttered at every touch.
“Quit fucking teasing and fuck me, Eddie.” Billy huffed and Eddie smirked, glad to see a little fire.
“Okay.” He hummed, uncapping the tube of lube. He thought about just wetting his fingers but if there was anything he loved about sex, it was about how messy it was. Billy gasped loudly as he poured the cold lube crack to taint, fisting the rug.
“You dick, that was fucking freezing.”
“Wait for it.” Eddie pressed a grin into the bow of his spine, kissing down each vertebrae as Billy pouted to himself. Eddie’s fingers prodded at his hole and rubbed gentle circles around it, lips pressed to the dimple in the dip of his back. Waiting, patient as he eased a single digit in slowly. Billy inhaled sharply, clenching around the intrusion before shifting.
“Why is it hot?” Billy hissed, but not sounding angry. More confused, and Eddie’s eyes sparkled.
“Magic.” He offered, sinking his finger in completely as Billy moaned.
“Shit.” He cursed, sounding breathless. “I need- I need the fucking name - after you’re done, Jesus Christ.”
“Sure thing, baby.” Eddie dragged his tongue up his spine and watched as the man shuddered, latching his lips onto the sensitive skin of his neck, pumping his finger. Billy was all kinds of hot, burning, flushed, and Eddie drank in the soft huffs of pleasure as he worked him open, Billy rocking his hips back into his fingers. Eddie had been with plenty of men like Billy, the kind who were never satisfied until they were stuffed full and incoherent, but Billy was less vocal than the average slut, not uttering a single sweet plea for more. No, he took what he was given and groaned when he was denied, but otherwise kept to himself.
Eddie wanted to hear him beg.
“That feel good, baby?” He kissed behind his ear, three fingers deep as Billy moaned.
“You got nice hands, Eddie, I’ll give you that.” Billy laughed hoarsely.
“You can can have more than that if you ask nicely.” Eddie grinned against his ear, nipping the shell. Billy groaned, head falling against his folded arms.
“I’m sure you’ll give me what I want regardless, mister.” Billy spared him a supercilious smile, far too charming.
“Will I?” Eddie challenged, pushing his fingers deeper to entice a strangled whimper from his partner. Billy hid his face away in his arms and Eddie rasped a laugh into his ear, kissing his warm cheek. “Come on, tell me what I’m giving you, baby.”
“Fuck, you’re a sadist, aren’t you?” Billy choked off a whine as Eddie slipped in a fourth digit, playing with fire now.
“You’re a smart cookie, Blondie.”
“Fuck you.” Billy tensed and shuddered all over as those fingers torturing his sweet spot, eyes rolling back with a moan. Too much attention was almost painful but god, it felt fucking good.
“That wasn’t nice at all, Billy.” Eddie sounded amused by the blond’s catty attitude, twisting his wrist with every short thrust, rubbing right where it drove Billy crazy. “Come on, you can’t manage a please, Blondie? Bet you sound pretty when you beg.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
“Only if I let you.” Eddie hummed, happy to play the long game. He could tell he would break any second now, the tremble in his back giving him away.
“Shit, please.” He rushed out, practically spitting it and Eddie grinned.
“Nicely.” Billy made a stuttering shudder of a noise, closed lipped like he was about to cry and Eddie eased up just a smidge, but his slowing only made Billy panic.
“Fuck, please, please don’t stop, shit.” Eddie pressed a sweet kiss to his shoulder and lingered as Billy shook beneath him.
“Still want me to fuck you, Blondie?” He murmured against his hot skin and Billy scoffed, but it came out choked.
“Don’t ask stupid fucking questions, asshole.”
“I think I liked it better when you were begging all pretty, mouthy brat.” Eddie snickered and raised himself onto his knees, stroking his cock idly as he eased his fingers out, little thrusts at a time.
“Hurry up before I take my ass back to the bar.” Billy grumbled and Eddie laughed, patting Billy’s ass with his slick hand, watching him flinch and his ass bounce. He bit his lip, leering.
“I doubt you could find a better lay in that shit hole, Blondie.” Eddie assured, smoothing his clean hand up his back and sinking it into his hair, tugging his head back gently, leaving enough give for him to escape if he wanted to. Billy didn’t. “And you know it too, don’t you?”
“I’m waiting for you to prove it.” Billy swallowed, throat clicking, and Eddie grinned.
“I like a man that knows what he wants.” He slipped his cock between his cheeks and rutted against him, pressing his parted lips to his pulse, loving how it jumped.
“And I like men that take what they want instead of dicking around.” Billy retorted sharply and Eddie giggled.
“Heard you loud and clear, Blondie.” Billy gasped when he pushed in, easing himself in to the hilt nice and slow as he molded his front to his back. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Billy breathed, voice thin. “Better.”
“Good.” Eddie purred, curling his arm around Billy’s shoulder and caressing his thumb along his jaw, rolling his hips. Billy moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut and Eddie admired his soft yet strong features from the corner of his eye dragging his lips across his cheekbone.
Dashed in blues and reds and shadowed by Eddie, Billy somehow managed to look ethereal. Eddie held his hip in a bruising grip as he fucked him, steady but firm, and Billy wrapped his lips around the tip of his thumb when it brushed his lips, dragging his tongue along salty, rough skin. That silky, wet heat made Eddie’s gut clench, pace quickening as Billy let out little gasps of pleasure.
Eddie slipped his thumb free and Billy whined, chin falling to his chest as his dick rocked against the blanket with each thrust. Billy grumbled lowly when Eddie guided his chin back up, lips brushing the corner of his mouth as Eddie tilted his head and Billy turned away with a half-laugh that slipped into a moan.
“I don’t- fuck and kiss, handsome.” He smiled, huffing out a laugh that was a little mean. He groaned when Eddie’s thrust grew shallow, not nearly deep enough.
“You got a soft heart, Billy? Don’t like being romanced?” Eddie chuckled in his ear, teasing, taunting, and Billy gave a strained chuckle.
“Fuck off.”
“Lemme kiss you, Billy, baby.” Eddie murmured against his cheek, nosing his curls. “I like the way you taste.” He didn’t miss the way Billy’s throat bobbed or his chest hitched, squeezing his cock in a vice. Eddie suppressed a groan and lowered his voice to a rasp. “You’re so pretty, baby. I just gotta get my lips on you one more time.”
Maybe it was cruel to toy with the pretty boys heart, but he moaned so sweetly at the praise. Even turned his head just an inch, opening himself up for Eddie to devour him, and he grinned as he kissed him sweetly, grinding his cock into his ass. Billy kissed sloppy when he got fucked good, too distracted and glassy eyed to do much outside of moaning into his mouth and sliding their tongue lazily against his. He was sloppy and messy and Eddie fucking loved both of those things.
He wasn’t looking for anything serious, but if he could wriggle a number out of the pretty one, he might see about having a more regular hook up to look forward too. Not like Billy wouldn’t be getting anything out of it from the way he was rocking back into his hips, flushed down to his chest and over his shoulders. He tasted like cherries and whiskey, coating his tongue in it until it was all he could taste on his kiss-swollen lips.
Despite his protests, Billy chased him when he pulled away, catching himself last second, but Eddie saw it. Felt a little drunk on the power, the heat, as he kissed the freckles scattered along his shoulders and fucked him harder. He had dragged this out long enough, been sweet on the blond, and now he wanted to see Billy unravel.
Billy buried his face in the blanket, muffling his voice as Eddie snapped his hips, nailing his prostate with a dizzying accuracy, and he was pretty sure Eddie was too good to true. He hadn’t been fucked this good in fucking ever. Hell, half the guys he fucked hadn’t given a shit if he even came, the jackasses.
A moan ripped from his throat as that perfect hand threaded into his hair and yanked his head back, the pain tingling down his spine.
“Fucking beautiful, you know that, Blondie?” The nickname was growing on him and he closed his eyes, riding the building wave of pleasure in his gut. “You’re perfect.” He said it softly, whispered like it was a secret between just the two of them and Billy felt moisture in the corner of his eyes, wetting his lashes, all of it becoming too much.
It felt fucking amazing and Billy had always cried easy.
He practically sobbed when Eddie’s hand slipped between his stomach and the rug, fisting his flushed, leaking cock. Lips parted, choking on his own breath, Billy felt it coming, hard and fast and fucking glorious.
“Go on, baby. You deserve it.” Billy locked up beneath him with a gasp, breath stuck in his throat as ropes of cum spit messily between his stomach and the wool. He puffed out a ragged moan, thighs shaking as Eddie continued to fuck him well into over-stimulation, a real sob slipping past his lips as he sagged into the blanket. Eddie’s hand was pressed against the dip of his back, holding him down, and it made his head spin.
“Fucking - cum already!” He begged, his soft cock tempted to stir back to life for another round but Billy was fucking done. He needed a moment, a water break, fucking hell.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Eddie laughed breathlessly, knocking his head against Billy’s. “Come gimme a kiss, Blondie.” Billy groaned but gave in without much protest, reaching back and fisting Eddie’s hair, pulling him in for a messy kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Eddie groaned into his mouth, hips stuttering and sinking in deep as he came.
He huffed against Billy’s lips, dragged in for another kiss, then another, Eddie sliding his arms around Billy’s waist as he entertained the blonds apparent oral fixation.
“I’m fucking sticky.” Billy grumbled against his lips and Eddie wheezed out a quiet laugh, turning away and pressing a kiss to his wrist.
“Sex is better when it’s messy.” Eddie nipped the tendon playfully, laving the sensitive flesh of his wrist with kisses and grazes of his teeth. Billy smacked him on the nose and tugged his arm away, ignoring Eddie’s pout as the man practically crushed him with his body weight.
“Get off.”
“Not a cuddler?”
“’fraid not.” Billy muttered and Eddie shrugged, easing off Billy. The blond inhaled sharply as he slipped out, clenching around nothing as Eddie took the chance to toss his condom. Billy could hear him humming as he padded around the tiny van and considered hauling ass, getting his clothes back on and heading back home to wash off the lube that would no doubt stain his fucking jeans. He was still tingling all over from it.
Billy flinched when he felt something wet against his backside.
“Chill, just cleaning up my mess.” Eddie chuckled. Billy peered off to the side at the water bottle, down to the black rag in Eddie’s hand as he wiped away the access lube with his skin. Honestly, if he didn’t have to be home soon, he might have considered just dozing off. His heart thrummed just a tad faster when Eddie bent down and pressed a kiss to a freckle on his back, feeling the teeth of his grin against his skin.
“What’s the chance I can get your number?” Eddie looked mischievous as he asked, sitting down next to Billy with everything on display, glowing faintly under the distance lights. Billy’s stomach cramped with anxiety.
“Sorry, buddy, I don’t do call backs.” Billy forced a grin onto his lips, a touch mean as he rolled onto his side, chin in hand. “I’m a one night and one night only kind of package.”
“Well, I thank you for giving me a very special performance to remember.” Eddie didn’t seem to take his rejection to heart, crawling up the blanket to catch his lips in a sudden kiss. Billy hummed, pleasantly surprised as he laid back and buried his hand in Eddie’s frizzy dark hair, nails biting into his shoulder. Eddie kissed him slow, like he was savoring him, and in a way he was. Savoring the taste of cherries and booze, the little sighs Billy gave when Eddie pulled just the slightest bit out of the reach and he had to strain his neck to follow.
Eddie nipped his lower lip, kissing the deep red plush and pulling away with a small, playful smile.
“If you ever change your mind and fate happens to bring you back around this neck of the woods...feel free to drag me into a dark corner and ravage me.” Eddie winked and Billy had to choke back a laugh, tongue pressing hard against his bruised lower lip as he looked away. He rolled his eyes for extra flare.
“If fate happens.” Billy hummed noncommittally. He didn’t plan on seeing Eddie again. “Now pass me my jeans. I gotta be up in six hours and it’s an hour drive back.”
“Rough. Hope it was worth it.” Eddie looked like he was trying not to grin, but he was failing, dimples peaking through as he handed Billy’s clothes back to him. The blond stop and dressed with no rush, jumping into his jeans as Eddie admired from down on the floor. Billy stepped over him to grab his boots and Eddie grabbed his ankle, laughing when Billy almost crashed to the floor, digging his foot into Eddie’s chest. Eddie licked his lips, dragging his hands up his denim-clad calf, eyes dark with desire.
“What’s the bet I could convince you to stay for another round?” Eddie hummed and Billy narrowed his eyes down at him.
“I told you. One night, one night only.”
“The night isn’t over.” Eddie reminded and Billy tongued his lower lip at the audacity, looking out past the windshield to his car still in the bay far right to the door of the bar. He had to be home before his dad woke up...
He looked down at Eddie and a smirk curled onto the dark haired mans lips.
“Lemme taste you properly, baby.”
He had a few hours to spare.
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Billy had barely slept three hours before having to get up. He had overslept, which meant his hair was still a fucking mess, but he had enough time to brush it out at least. His jeans from the previous night were ruined, so he matched his denim jacket with his blue jeans, the ones that hugged his ass and tossed the tube of lube he nicked out of Eddie’s van on the way out into his drawer.
He was sure the guy could buy himself a new bottle, he’d live. Billy however, had a new addiction and would be treating himself until the tube was scraped clean.
Billy ran his thumb over his lower lip, still red from the night before, but he figured he could get away with it. Didn’t hurt to look like sex on legs when he rocked up at his new school. He would run it by the end of the week. He refused to have it any other way.
With Scorpions blaring through his car, his baby purred and revved, keeping him from falling asleep behind the wheel. He had choked down a cup of coffee before he ran out the door with Max and prayed it did the job of keeping him alive the rest of the day.
He could feel their stares as he walked into school, knowing he was the newest thing on the block. And whatever was new, was up for grabs. Everybody wanted the shiny new toy, especially in a tiny town like this. He charmed administration while collecting his new locker code and schedule, the halls becoming deserted as he got around to spinning the lock.
The last thing he expected was to cornered by a familiar ringed hand against his locker.
“Hey Blondie,” The jovial tone was strained as he spoke. “I have one question.” Billy stared ahead at the locker, throat tight with fear. Fuck. “How old are you?”
Billy licked his lips, a tad confused.
“Seventeen. I’m a senior.”
“...Thank fuck.” Eddie sagged with relief, rubbing both hands down his face. “Holy shit, man, I was scared you were a fucking freshman.”
“Why the fuck are you here? I thought you were...older.”
“I have been held back, so I’m technically nineteen as of last month, but I’d like to know why you’re trying to fuck older men.”
“I just figured you were in college.” Billy huffed, looking around. “Look, we don’t fucking know each other, capische? I’m not fucking up my life here by being outed as a fucking queer.”
“Neither am I.” Eddie put his hands up in surrender. “I just figured I’d clear my conscience.”
“Well, congratulations, I’m not a doe-eyed freshman. I’m actually kind of insulted you assumed that considering last night. I have skills.”
“Oh yes you do.” Eddie bit his lip, obviously reminiscing and Billy shoved him.
“Fuck off.”
“Hey,”
“Piss off, Eddie.”
“Blondie, baby, Billy.” Eddie leaned in closer, testing Billy’s patience and willpower. “I would just like to point out that uh...Fate happened.” He grinned, brown eyes sparkling, and Billy could see now that his hair was closer to a dark brown in the light rather than black.
Billy tongued his lower lip, dragging his eyes down Eddie. He looked good. Really good. Fuck.
Billy poked his tongue into his cheek and Eddie stared intently at his mouth.
“You know a good spot?”
“I know every spot, baby.”
“Make it quick. I can only afford to miss half of first period.”
“Challenge accepted.” Eddie grabbed his wrist and they took down the empty hall, Billy fighting a grin.
Nobody had to know their future King was fucking a freak behind closed doors and in dark corners. This town was boring as shit anyway. He may as well pass his time here getting high and fucked stupid. Because this was very, very stupid, and Billy didn’t fucking care.