The basketball players give Eddie a really stupid idea. A stupid idea that you find interesting.
p in v (unprotected), oral m and f, from friends to lovers
Eddie is strolling through the deserted school hallways when he hears laughter. Confused, he stops. At this time, usually only he and his friends are still around—just like now, since Hellfire has just ended. Strange.
He follows the laughter, which leads him to the locker rooms. Carefully, he opens the door and peeks inside. No one can be heard, but the laughter is definitely coming from here.
The showers, he thinks. He’s about to leave when he hears: “Come on!”
Eddie has two traits he’s a bit embarrassed about but definitely can’t deny:
He’s curious and a little pervy.
He sneaks closer and stops right in front of the door.
“Come on,” the voice repeats, and now he recognizes Tommy H., “or are you scared?”
“Nah,” another voice replies, which he doesn’t recognize, “give it here.”
He frowns, confused—what exactly is happening in there?
Then he jumps at the sound of several voices bursting into laughter. It echoes off the tiles and roars in Eddie’s ears.
“Only ten?” that’s definitely Harrington. “That’s embarrassing, man.”
“Then you show me,” Eddie hears, and the boy sounds embarrassed.
“No need to measure, 15.5,” Harrington says proudly.
“Oh come on, anyone can say that,” and then a ratcheting sound is heard.
“Fuck, the bastard is right.”
Suddenly, Eddie understands exactly what he’s eavesdropping on.
The boys from the basketball team are measuring the length of their dicks. He quickly covers his mouth with his hand. A chuckle, deep from his chest, bubbles up, tickling inside. Tears prick his eyes as he suppresses it hard.
If the guys catch him here, they’ll beat him to a pulp.
“14,” says Tommy H., “close!”
“One centimeter make a difference!” Steve says seriously, and Eddie quietly gasps.
Jesus Christ, they can’t be serious?
“Did you hear that?” Steve asks, and Eddie freezes.
“No, what?”
“That was the biology class. They want their worm back.”
Amid loud laughter, Eddie backs away slowly and cautiously.
Nobody will believe him.
When he’s back in his trailer, he lies on his bed, smokes a joint, and thinks.
He’s never measured his length before, hadn’t even thought about it until just now. Not that there were ever any complaints. But… he’s curious now.
He puts out his joint and crawls halfway under his bed. Somewhere here… ah, there it is!
He pulls out a ruler, slightly dusty but more than adequate. His belt clinks quietly as he unbuckles it, then his pants drop to the floor.
Being high always makes him a bit slow, so deciding whether he has to be hard or not is really tough. With a nod, he decides to test it bit by bit. First like this.
His boxers drop to the floor too, then he sits on the bed. He presses the ruler against his crotch and holds his penis against it. Before he can see the number, the door loudly swings open.
“What the hell, Munson?”
He looks at you for a second, then pulls his pillow over his lap. Pointless, you’ve already seen everything.
You stand there, arms crossed, laughing heartily. Eddie’s face turns bright red, and he glares at you angrily.
“What the fuck is this? Do you always have to barge in?”
“Sorry,” you laugh, raising your hands in defense, “I didn’t know you were measuring your dick.”
“This is my room,” he hisses, “you can’t just barge in here!”
“But you don’t mind it otherwise,” you glance at the extinguished joint, sigh disappointedly, then look back at him. You can tell he’s really mad at you.
“Hey Eddie,” you say more seriously now, “I’m really sorry. Should I go?”
“Nah,” he mutters, looking down, “you’ve already seen everything anyway.”
“Well, I didn’t see much,” you say quickly, trying to save the situation, but he looks at you again, raising an eyebrow.
“Cool, thanks?”
You laugh again.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I saw a lot,” you bite your lower lip for a moment, “but nothing bad.”
“Jesus darling,” now Eddie laughs too, “you make everything so much worse.”
“I know,” you carefully sit beside him, careful not to touch his bare legs, “can you explain how you came up with this stupid idea?”
“Omg darling,” Eddie leans back, making sure the pillow doesn’t slip, “you’ll never believe me!”
He tells you what he overheard, and when he finishes, you almost scream with laughter. Tears run down your face. That’s always the case when Eddie tells you something. One of the reasons he’s been your best friend for years. He always makes you laugh.
Even now, sitting pantsless next to you. A fact that makes your stomach flutter. A dumb, silly feeling you quickly push aside.
“Can you believe it?” Eddie pants and wipes his face, not finding the story as funny as you do, but your laughter is contagious, “15 centimeters? Harrington?”
“Hell yes I believe it,” you say, “he definitely wasn’t exaggerating.”
Eddie’s head snaps around, a look of disbelief flashes across his face.
“No way, you and Harrington?” His voice rises with each word.
“Hey,” you raise your hands again, “what’s so surprising about me hooking up with someone like Harrington?”
He looks away and snorts contemptuously.
“Exactly the other way around, someone like Harrington hooks up with you!”
At those words, your heart beats a little faster. His big doe eyes rest on you; you could sit here for hours just looking at them. But then Eddie would start asking questions, and you’d have to explain that you’ve been in love with your best friend for months.
No no, never. You’d never do something like that.
“So,” Eddie says very slowly, holding your gaze, “you kissed Steve Harrington?”
“That too,” you reply, “but that was the most innocent thing we did.”
Eddie’s eyes flicker to your lips for a second.
Steve Harrington kissed you, he thinks, so you let kisses happen. Ipso facto, he could kiss you too.
“And then?”
You look at him with raised eyebrows.
“I’m not going to lay out my sex life for you, especially not when you’re sitting half-naked next to me.”
Again, Eddie’s face turns bright red. He’d almost forgotten about that.
“Can you go out for a bit so I can get dressed?”
You nod, get up, but stay standing.
“Okay, just out of curiosity. Did you manage to measure before I came in?”
Eddie shakes his head.
“That’s probably a task for Future Eddie.”
The way he grins at you. Openly honest. His curls fall wildly around his head and he's wearing that stupid Hellfire T-shirt. The fact that a pillow covers his crotch makes the sight of him even more delicate.
Slowly, his smile disappears and his eyes bore into yours.
“So,” you say very slowly, swallowing and breathing in and out shakily, ”we can measure together.”
Boom. You've dropped the bomb. A little hint, with a lot more behind it. He just stares at you, you can literally see him sorting the words in his stoned head.
“Together?” he repeats tonelessly.
You're about to let it all hang out like a joke, hoping that it hasn't already ruined your friendship.
But then he holds the ruler out to you. His cheeks turn red again and you would love nothing more than to kiss them.
“Don't laugh,” he mumbles, then he takes a deep breath and pulls the pillow aside.
“Oh,” you do. Not out of shock, but out of joy. Seeing Eddie's penis is so much better than you always imagined. And you really have imagined it a lot.
“Don't stare at him like that,” Eddie whispers, ”he's shy.”
“I doubt it,” you giggle and crouch down in front of him. You hear Eddie swallow dryly.
Seeing his best friend kneeling in front of him with his penis exposed. And then your gaze, joyful and...he must be imagining it, hungry, it's almost too much. Every fiber of his body tenses, he has to use all his strength to prevent an erection.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks quietly as you apply the ruler. You smile in response.
“Guess where Steve got his number from.”
“Shit,” the thought of you holding Harrington's cock in your hand, having done the exact same thing to him, is as sexy as it is terrifying.
“Just under nine,” you mutter expertly and then look up, ”good cut”
“Thanks,” Eddie laughs ashamedly and looks away.
Your eyes from below, at his penis. Shit.
“But what really counts,” he hears you mumble, ”is when it's in action.”
“Ah,” he does, ”that...well...”
“I didn't tell you to do that right now,” you say quickly, looking at him again.
Oh fuck it, thinks Eddie, everything's already gone down the drain anyway, what's going to happen?
“Did you put your hand on Steve,” he swallows his anger, ”and then measure it?”
“Not my hand,” you answer vaguely, ”but yes, something like that.”
“Fuck,” as Eddie sees an image in his head, he can't help himself. A groan escapes him and he immediately feels ashamed. But something else happens. The thought of you blowing Steve Harrington makes his cock get a little hard. Not much, but enough to be noticeable.
“Yes, he reacted similarly,” you reply seriously, glancing at his penis.
“If you want...” you start and he moans again.
You put the ruler to one side, place your hands on his thighs and gently push them apart, you need more space. Everything you've been dreaming about for the last few months is within your grasp, literally. You can finally suck off Eddie Munson, your best friend and the most beautiful man on the planet. Your mouth is watering and you swallow.
Eddie is watching you and he realizes that he's not the only one reacting to you physically. YOU are reacting to him in the same way. YOU want this blowjob at least as much as he does. Fuck.
That alone makes him even harder.
“Hm,” you say as you take a seat between his legs, ”your head seems to be doing the work for me.”
“Sorry,” he gasps, ”but that's...hot”
“Then you should see yourself,” you whisper and wrap your lips around his tip. Eddie lets out a soft whimper. He sinks his upper body onto the bed and closes his eyes. Just feel how you lick over his tip and let your lips move further down. Then he's in your mouth, your warm and moist mouth.
“Jesus,” he claws at the sheets, ”Jesus darling.”
Your giggles make his cock go wild and he whimpers again. This is the best fucking blowjob of his life.
Your soft hand wraps around his shaft and massages the place you can't reach. When Eddie is fully hard, you let him out of your mouth with a pop.
Eddie grumbles in disappointment, leaning on his elbows and looking at you. He would love to grab your hair and fuck your little mouth. Until he cums hot in your throat.
But you're his best friend, he would never do anything you don't want or find kinky.
“We'll do that in a minute,” you say, chuckling with amusement when you see the surprised look on his face.
“Eddie, please. You're my best friend. I know what you like.”
“I can't say the same for you,” he mutters.
“Hm, I'll have to show you then,” you snap your fingers, ”give me that.”
He hands you the ruler and you have to be careful again, then you beam at him.
“Sixteen centimeters! Winner!”
The way you beam at him, by God, Eddie feels his heart skip a beat.
“But you know what,” you say, looking at his cock.
“What?” Eddie asks, quite breathlessly.
“I think the thickness is much more important. And you, my dear,” you lick over his length again, ”win that in lengths too”
Normally you would have laughed at your pun, but Eddie claws into your hair, gasping, pushing your head back to his cock. Immediately you open your mouth, letting him in.
He starts to move his hips quickly, thrusting into your mouth.
“You feel so good”; he whimpers, ”oh god, so. GOOD!”
Your response is a high-pitched hum, which is all you're capable of. You claw into his thighs, letting him fuck your mouth. Fast, hard.
Then he stops, lets go of your hair.
“I,” he swallows and you know what he's about to say, he's about to come. He's afraid to come in your mouth, even though that's exactly what he wants.
But Eddie looks at you, he was allowed to do what he wanted, to take your delicious mouth with his cock, that's all he wants to put you through.
But you don't pull back, you lick, work your way back down and with a stifled cry he comes. Hot sperm flows down your throat and you swallow with his penis still in your mouth.
That's all he's capable of.
You lift your head, very slowly. Your spit runs slowly over Eddie's testicles and it makes his stomach tingle somehow.
“Good?” you ask and sit down next to him.
“Babe, that was the best fucking blowjob of my life.”
This serious compliment makes you giggle.
It gets quiet between you, you both don't know what to do next. Then you point to his balls.
“You should clean that, they're getting cold.”
It's more of a skip than serious concern.
“Yeah,” Eddie is absent, thoughtful. He takes off his T-shirt, wipes the wetness from his crotch and then tosses it carelessly with his pants. He only realizes that he is now sitting completely naked in front of you when you emit a strange noise, somewhere between a hissing moan and a whimper.
“Ehm,” he says, avoiding your gaze, ”yeah well.”
He was expecting everything. With questions about his tattoos, maybe a laugh because he's untrained, pale. No hair on his chest, just this little line running down from his navel. And that's what makes your restraint go out the window.
With a growl, fuck you really growl, you throw yourself at him.
Your hands find his curls and your lips his. He immediately returns the kiss, moving his lips against yours. Your upper lip pushes between his and he sucks lightly on it.
While your hands pull at his curls, his wander over your back. Under your T-shirt and over your heated skin. As if he's trying to read a map with his fingers.
Your spine is exciting for him, every point he can feel seems new.
“Eddie,” you whisper into the kiss, ”oh Eddie.”
“Yes,” he breathes, ”yes.”
He realizes in that second that you've wanted this for a long time. Just like him. Damn, you could have done this for so long.
He slowly slides his tongue past yours, into your mouth. It feels heavenly and he thinks, “Finally. Finally Finally Finally.”
Your clothes are constricting you, you need to feel Eddie. Everywhere.
When you release your mouth from his, he looks disappointed, but that immediately subsides when you pull your T-shirt over your head.
“Oh baby,” he breathes, ”what nice tits.”
“You think so?” you ask him in mock seriousness as you undo your bra.
“Lord, Jesus,” he whispers. He looks askance at your breasts and sighs softly.
“Lord, Jesus and tits,” you giggle, ”the holy trinity.”
“You're so silly,” he kisses you again, ”maybe I should stuff your mouth?”
“No no, now it's your turn.”
“Are you sure, I mean…can I?”
“I'd be offended if you didn't,” you cry out in surprise as Eddie grabs you by the waist, spins you around and pins you to the bed.
“Every time,” he says as he unzips your pants, ”when I've masturbated, I've imagined what it would be like to eat your pussy. Every fucking time.”
“Then do it already!” you almost scream with impatience. Eddie smiles mischievously and pulls down your underpants with your Jeans.
“What a beautiful view,” he breathes, ”how wet you are.”
“Always,” you say, humming as he slides his index finger through your wetness, ”just for you.”
“Just for me,” he hums. Then his tongue glides over your folds, dipping into the wetness. Eddie is a connoisseur, he always has been. He takes in your taste before devoting himself to your clit. He circles it with slow movements, you gasp and moan and arch your back as he slides his index and middle fingers inside you.
“So ready,” he whispers, ”do you think you can take another one?”
As you nod, he carefully inserts his ring finger. He fucks you with three fingers, slowly, steadily.
“Oh god,” a rumble rolls out of your chest as he finds the spot inside you that Steve has always searched for in vain.
“Bingo,” Eddie chuckles, ”the way your pussy throbs.”
“Don't stop,” you beg Eddie, ”please. Please. Let me come. PLEASE Eddie, please.”
“Lord,” he breathes, ”my good girl.”
The orgasm rolls over you like a wave. Your toes curl and goose bumps cover your entire body.
“That was,” you say and then laugh, ”Eddie”
“I know,” he lies down next to you, his cock hard again. But he reaches under his pillow, pulls out a packet of weed and some paper.
“Quick break,” he mumbles, rolling a joint with deft fingers that are still wet from you. The lighter clicks, he inhales deeply, then hands it to you.
“Now tell me, how was Harrington in bed?”
“You mean in the car,” you reply, taking a drag on the joint, keeping the smoke in your lungs and then exhaling in a controlled manner.
“Fine, but not like this,” you laugh again, ”besides, he was screaming Nancy when he came.”
“What did he?” Eddie laughs so hard he chokes on the smoke. What a twat.
“Well, that was okay,” you mumble, taking another drag on the joint, ”I did call out a different name too.”
Eddie looks at you with interest.
“Yours,” you say casually.
Eddie presses his hands to his face, his shoulders shrug and you can't tell whether he's crying or laughing.
“Eddie?” you ask carefully, kissing his chest.
“I'm such a goddamn fool,” he mumbles, ”I could have kissed you months ago. I could have fucked you in your little car.”
He puts his hands down again and remorse is on his face.
“You can still do all that.”
He stubs out the joint, then leans over you.
“I'd like to fuck you now,” he says slowly, ”hard and dirty. But I'll do what you want.”
Hard and dirty, those words echo through you.
“Yes,” you whisper, ”fuck me.”
A dirty grin rolls across his face. But when he stands up, you grab his arm and look at him questioningly.
“Baby, I may be reckless, but I'm not stupid,” he nods to his cupboard, ”I'll get a condom.”
“I'll take the pill,” you say quickly, ”so if you want…”
He stares at you, his cock getting hard again at those words. The thought of feeling you completely is overwhelming.
You nod, wiggle your hands and he lies down with you again.
Your kisses are hot, just like your breath. You're so high from the weed and Eddie. You briefly forget where Eddie starts and you end. You share a skin.
“Darling,” he props himself up on his elbows and navigates between your legs. His tip touches your wet heat and he has to close his eyes.
“Fuck me Eddie,” you breathe into his ear, ”fuck me”
Fuck, he's so big. And thick. The way he feels inside you, Lord, you can feel him in your fucking chest. If he's going to fuck you now-
“Baby,” he laughs, ”if you keep talking like that, I'm going to cum without making a move.”
That's when you realize you've said all your thoughts out loud.
“Oh,” but the thoughts of that disappear as he moves, no consideration not. Hard, he rolls his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your butt. His rhythm is hard, fast and deep.
After a while, he straightens up without pulling out of you. He lifts your legs and you stretch them out, straight in front of you.
He supports the back of your knees and rams into you again.
This way he can reach you deeper and you cry out loudly. It hurts, but it's a good pain.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he gasps, ”so tight, baby, I've never fucked without a condom.”
“Come inside me,” you beg him, ”I want to feel all of you.”
“Lord give me strength,” Eddie whispers, spreading your legs slightly, looking at your little pussy in front of him, which has now left a stain on his sheet. He collects spit in his mouth and spits on your pussy.
This is the moment you come. You quickly pulse around him and he rams his cock into you one last time.
Together you whimper and your panting breaths fill his room.
“That should be illegal,” he murmurs as he pulls out of you, cuddling up to you.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing your left breast.
“Hmm, very good,” you purr, ”perfect.”
Eddie puts his head on your chest, listens to your breathing and with his middle finger he pushes his cum, which is slowly leaking out of you, back into you. Over and over again.
He silently thanks the cowards on the basketball team.
