what if Eddie and Billy both worked as waiters at Benny's restaurant oh and they were both queer and decided to make out in Eddie's van
Eddie is fucking weird, Billy thinks, as he passes the blunt back to the other boy. The two of them are on break, behind Benny's diner. Eddie always shares his weed with Billy when they're at work so Billy always lets Eddie talk his ear off. And the other boy can fucking talk.
Today, he's going on about that damn guitar again. Billy has gathered that Eddie sells weed–and took this part time job as a waiter at Benny's–to raise enough money to buy the damn thing. Billy won't admit he's jealous, and a bit hot under the collar at the thought of Eddie playing guitar, because he's not a fucking idiot. And Eddie is a weirdo, even if Billy kind of wants to suck his dick. Billy knows better than to get involved with the crazy ones. Really, he does.
"You play?" Eddie asks him.
Eddie does that, asks Billy about himself. Probably because Billy is tight-lipped about personal shit. Benny gave Billy his dishwasher job out of pity when he caught Billy turning tricks in a truck stop bathroom. Billy ran away when he was fourteen and he's been on the run ever since. This break in Hawkins is just that, a break. Billy will be back on the run soon so he's not trying to make friends.
Eddie just makes it so damn hard.
"Nah," Billy scuffs his boot across the ground and slips up by continuing to talk, "Always wanted to learn, just never had time for that shit."
"For real?" Eddie asks like he's excited, "I could teach you, man! Can never have too many guitarists in a band. I'd be lead, obviously, but if you're any good, you could be on rhythm."
Billy tries not to sound impressed or horny, "You're in a band?"
When Eddie turns to look at him, Billy knows he's failed. Eddie's eyes drag up Billy's frame, taking him in, and it makes Billy’s blood pound in his veins. Eddie is fucking cute is the thing. Cute but a bit wicked at the same time. When their eyes meet, Eddie grins, devilish. Like he can see right through Billy's facade. Maybe he can. Billy's eyes flick down to Eddie's lips.
"I am the band, baby," Eddie's tongue peeks out, between his teeth.
Billy smirks, "And the band needs me in him, does he?"
"Well…if you're offering…" Eddie purrs.
Just then, Benny leans out of the back door and yells, "You two get back to work! I ain't paying you to stand around."
"To be continued," Eddie promises with a wink.
Then he's dropping the burned up end of his joint and grinding it under his sneaker. Billy watches Eddie go back inside, trying to calm himself down. That was fucking stupid. Billy knows better than to flirt with any fucking hot guy that catches his eye. He's gotten his ass kicked more than once for looking at someone the wrong way. It's fucking lucky Eddie is a such a freak.
Billy shakes himself, willing his heart to stop racing and his dick to stop doing his thinking for him.
The rest of the shift goes by fast, once dinner rush hits. Billy lingers, like he always does, because Benny sometimes lets him crash at the diner if he helps close. Tonight, Eddie is on closing shift. So once the last customer leaves, Eddie and Billy are the only employees left, cleaning the dining room.
"Hey, so how come I never see you at school?" Eddie asks, out of fucking nowhere, "You cannot be older than me. I'm a senior and I've never seen you around. So, what? Did you graduate early or something? Are you secretly a genius, Billy-boy?"
Billy scoffs. If only. As Billy wipes one of the tables down, he chews on his answer.
"Nah, nothing like that," Billy finally admits because why the hell not? "I dropped out."
"Aw, for real? School's important, you know."
Billy barks out a surprised laugh, "You sound like a fucking PSA. You gonna tell me to not do drugs next?"
"Now that would be awfully hypocritical, dare I say. And," Eddie says in this poncey, British-ass voice, "I don't want to put myself right out of business, old chap!"
"Jesus Christ," Billy snickers at Eddie's antics, "You're a lunatic."
Eddie closes in on him, gets right up in Billy's space, "Yeah, I am. I'm insane, haven't you heard? A freak. A devil worshipper. A bad influence. The messiah of the pariah, baby."
Billy smirks, "That's hot."
Eddie shifts the tiniest bit closer and for a horrifying second Billy thinks the crazy asshole is going to kiss him. Reeling back, Billy puts space between them.
"Gotta take out the trash," Billy explains.
Eddie blows him a kiss when he walks away. And fuck, Billy knows he has a weak spot for pretty boys but he should not be this flustered. If Eddie breaks their gay chicken first, Billy will give the other boy whatever the fuck he wants.
Once Billy takes out the garbage, Benny stops him in the kitchen.
"Hey, kid, you staying here tonight?"
Billy shrugs, "If that's alright with you."
"Long as you close her up," Benny tosses Billy some keys, "And stay out of the kitchen."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Billy grins, a quick flash, "You leaving for the night?"
"I am," Benny tells Billy as he pulls on his jacket, "Is Munson still here? Jesus. Just tell him to stop dilly-dallying, will you? I'm too tired for this crap."
"You got it," Billy starts on the last dishes in the sink, "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, night," then Benny is leaving through the back door, heading home.
Billy finishes up in the kitchen. Then heads out to the dining room to see what the fuck is keeping Eddie. He should have finished the dining room by now.
"What's the hold up?" Billy asks.
Then he stops. The dining room is in perfect order. Only Eddie is still there, lounging in a chair with his feet up on another, crossed at the ankle. When Billy enters, a lazy grin spreads across Eddie's face.
"Just waiting for you," Eddie's eyes are dark and deep and shameless. So, the jig is up then. He drops his feet to the floor, sits up, gaze never leaving Billy.
"So," Eddie bites his bottom lip, smirking, "We screwing or what?"
"Fucking finally," Billy starts tearing his apron off, "Wasn't sure if you were queer or just fucking crazy."
"Can one not be both?" Eddie giggles as he sashays to his feet, "My van's just outside."
Eddie's van is more spacious than Billy had been expecting. Then again, the seats in the back have been stripped, leaving only the driver and passenger ones. Billy doesn't get a chance to admire any of it before Eddie is shoving him down onto his back in the middle of the floor. When Billy goes sprawling, Eddie immediately climbs into his lap. Billy catches Eddie's hips, fingertips skirting up the edge of the other boy's t-shirt.
"Fuck," Billy leans up to kiss at Eddie's throat, "You're so fucking hot."
"I know," Eddie curls his fingers into Billy's hair, "So are you though. Those freaking arms? Goddamn. I bet you could bench me. Bet you'd be a jackass jock if you still went to school."
Billy snorts, "Yeah, probably. Be a real hit with all the cheerleaders. But I'd rather be fucking you under the bleachers."
Eddie giggles, fucking maniacal, "Shit. Why is that so hot? Corrupting the popular, golden boy, getting him to skip class and suck my dick in the bathrooms, watching him showboating knowing I'm the one who's going to fuck him later."
Laughing, Billy bites at Eddie's pale throat, "I am so far from a golden boy. If you knew even half the shit I've done…"
"Yeah?" Eddie yanks Billy back by his hair, hard, so their eyes meet again, "You a bad boy, Billy? A troublemaker? A rebel?"
Billy doesn't say that actually he's a piece of shit whore and instead he just smirks, "Me? I'm a cocksucker. A real good cocksucker."
"I think I'm going to have to see that to believe it, bad boy."
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