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Dreaming of You (II)

Part I

Summary: Becoming lovers before friends unfortunately comes with consequences, but you’re both willing to do what it takes to be on the same page and make both your dreams come true.

Word Count: 16k

What to expect: Miscommunication. Angst. Smut/Lemon (-18 kindly dni) Fluff

A/N: This got away from me a little bit but who doesn’t love a good ol fashion miscommunication fic. I wanted to shed a little light on what it can be like when getting with someone you really don't know. I hope this lives up to the first part. Let me know if you enjoyed it! ❤️ A very special thank you to @lesservillain @hellfiredarling for without whom I’d have never finished this.

Eddie always had an overactive imagination, but not even in his dizziest daydreams could he have ever foreseen having a Friday night quite like that.

Eddie Munson’s relationship with women was nonexistent. In his younger years, Eddie thought making girls laugh was his ticket to making fast friends, but before long, he realized the girls were laughing in a way that made him feel terrible. They jeered at his clothes, his hair, and the dumb things he did to get their attention. He didn’t think girls could be bullies, and yet they were the worst ones. Defeated and feeling foolish, Eddie no longer aimed to be the class clown in order to gain female approval.

By high school, he only looked at them. How could he not in those sinful green skirts that gave a peek to the matching spandex beneath them? But then those girls would either snap at him for looking their way or tell their boyfriend’s that Eddie’s gaze was unnerving. He detested when they did that—made him sound like some sort of creep—so he learned to at least be sneaky about it.

It wasn’t like any of the girls in school were gonna give him the time of day anyway. Eddie vowed that as soon as he got that damned piece of paper that said he finally passed the twelfth grade, he would hightail it out of Hawkins, get famous, and then come back home to rub it in all their faces that they could’ve had a piece of a world renowned rockstar but missed out—relish in his turn to reject them.

So when you approached him, he thought the only thing you wanted from him was weed. What else would a girl talk to him for? It certainly wasn’t for the pleasure of his company if history had anything to show for it. He didn’t really know you. Your name, he supposed, and that you were in one? Maybe two? classes together. He may have heard that you were on the arm of Hargrove for a minute once upon a time. Or was it Harrington? Eddie didn’t know nor care. A sale meant money, and Eddie could always use a little bit of that.

Did he expect to end up balls deep in your pussy before the end of the night? Absolutely not. He didn’t really know what to do when you took your top off. All he could focus on was the tits of a real—not an elaborate fantasy—girl in his kitchen.

It was all new. Someone thinking of him. Dreaming of him. Wanting him. Touching him. Before he could process much of it you were on your knees trying to suck the life out of him through his dick. As lame as it may sound for a guy to say, he wanted to slow down. Get his thoughts together and enjoy some of it before he embarrassed himself in less than a minute.

Turned out he could do that without the aid of premature ejaculation. Simply opening his mouth nearly cost him one of the best night’s of his life, though he was terribly flattered by the sheer disbelief on your face when you realized he was a virgin. At least he looked like he got laid.

And then, yeah, cumming in his pants like that was another strike against him. He just couldn’t help it. He’d been given free reign to indulge and it caught up to him. Tits in his mouth, ass in his hands, pussy grinding on his dick, you breathing all hot and heavy right into his ear? He was surprised he lasted as long as he did.

But it ended better than he could have ever imagined. A woman—a real life human female in the flesh—wanted to kiss him. See him naked. Fuck him. Hold him so tightly he couldn’t breathe properly. He’s never felt so desired in all his life (in his waking hours at least). He didn’t want it to end.

He feared that once you got your clothes back on that you would make haste and leave him in the dust. Even when you asked him to not forget you—as if he could fucking ever do that—he still felt if the conversation ended, so would everything else, and he’d be left to wonder if it was him who was dreaming.

So he kept talking. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop. You laid next to him on his shitty mattress with tattered sheets (that he hoped you didn’t notice had butterflies on them) with your boobs bare and head leaning against your palm, listening to every word he said. Sometimes he wished he could shut the fuck up. You didn’t need to know about the first time he cut his own bangs. Or how he swallowed his tooth when eating an ice cream at six years old. Or that his mom died a few days after that. He really needed to stop because he wasn’t sure if he could trust you. What floored him was that you seemed to take in everything he said. Your eyes locked onto his own or watched his hands when he used them to express or exaggerate a story. You hummed, chuckled, and frowned when appropriate. And most importantly, you never spoke over him. He kind of wished you did so he could’ve saved himself some dignity. With one sultry look you were pulling his whole life story out of him and you didn’t even ask! He was willingly giving you power to destroy him and he couldn’t fucking keep his mouth from moving.

The only thing that got him to take a break was when he stopped for a sip of water, having talked himself hoarse.

Mercifully, you shared some equally trivial information—The pet you had as a child and how distraught you were when it ‘ran away’. When you embarrassingly called the police when you got your period because you thought you were dying. How your father drank himself to death at the American Legion a few years ago and how the household depended squarely on your mother’s grocer salary to make ends meet.

He tried to be as attentive as you were, but every time you moved, your boobs did too and he couldn’t help but redirect his gaze. He wanted to just hold them. Forever. Just let you use his hands as a bra. He loved the way they filled the cups of his hands. Soft, smooth, squishy and pliable in his grasp. They were perfect in every way and he couldn’t get enough.

Yet Eddie wasn’t sure if he was still allowed to give into his desires. It was the same dilemma he was faced with now as he watched your chest lightly rise and fall with each breath as you slept. Just because you let him touch you last night didn’t mean he had lasting permission to do so. No matter how badly he wanted to.

And Jesus fucking Christ did he want to.

He thought perhaps he could start somewhere innocent. You separated from him at some point during your slumber, but you didn’t stray very far. Your forehead pressed gently against his shoulder while you hugged his arm to keep him close. Was he in the right dimension? In what word does he, Eddie Munson, get to have a pretty, naked girl in his bed?

He still couldn’t believe it. While you fell asleep rather quickly cradled against his chest, Eddie couldn’t stop his mind from whirring. How did he get so freaking lucky? He went from getting his first make out session to losing his virginity completely all in what—an hour? No one would believe him.

Which begged another slew of questions Eddie wasn’t really sure how to even ask. The most important being: what now? Could he tell his friends? Did you want to keep this a secret? Would this ever happen again? Was he your boyfriend?

Holy shit. Did he have a girlfriend?

The thought filled him with both excitement and fear. He had no idea what being a boyfriend entailed, but he’d give it his best shot if that’s what you wanted from him. If you didn’t want that…he’d be a little put down but wouldn’t have any hard feelings over it.

That was a lie. He’d probably die if that happened. Was it sleazy of him to still wanna have sex with you if you didn’t want to be his girl?

He figured the best way to get an answer to the less embarrassing questions was to ask. He started by trying to carefully pry you from his arm so he could get a little more comfortable on his side and let his hands wander. He let his thumb touch the soft skin of your cheek, down the curve of your jaw, and back up again. He took notice of the length of your lashes, the way your nostrils flared with every breath, and the way your lips jutted out just enough to tease him—flaunting in his face a kiss he wasn’t sure he could take.

You started to rouse as he lightly trailed his fingertips down the side of your arm, watching the skin erupt in little goosebumps beneath his touch.

“That tickles,” you croaked sleepily, lightly kicking your foot against his leg in protest.

Eddie grinned bashfully, watching you peer at him through one slightly cracked eye. “Sorry.”

Whatever you were trying to say was incomprehensible grumbling and gibberish. Eddie wasn’t sure if you were telling him to stop, keep going, or move—so he removed his hands from your person and returned to laying on his back, not really sure what to do next or how to ask the questions lingering on his tongue.

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it. As soon as he flattened himself out, you flung your leg over his hip and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. Eddie’s whole face heated up like a furnace when you slid half on top of him. He was certain you could feel the thumping of his heart against his ribs. He felt a little dumb with how easily your touch relieved him of all senses and made his body react in such a new and uncontrollable way. But was he much to blame for relishing in this new found sensation? Your bare tits squishing against his own naked chest was only adding to the growing situation beneath the threadbare sheets.

Eddie gripped you in an equally tight hug, kissing the top of your head. He could get used to this—strings attached or not. Having you pressed against him filled his heart in a way he didn’t even know was possible. It was fucking scary but yet, he craved to keep that feeling for as long as you would let him.

“You’re so warm,” you announced, nuzzling your face into his torso.

Eddie was about to say thank you, but was cut off by the terrible sensation of your ice cold toes seeking refuge behind his knee.

“Jesus, you’re not!” he yelped.

You propped your chin atop his chest and grinned. “That would be why I’m trying to warm up next to this very cute lifesize heater.”

Eddie knew he had to be blushing. His face felt at least five degrees warmer. He could take being called all sorts of names—freak, asshole, loser—with no reaction or care whatsoever. But cute? No, there was no way for Eddie to take a compliment without his body betraying him. Especially not with how your eyes were so soft and—dare he even think it—doting? On him? He could be incredibly wrong, but it looked that way at least with your lips ticked into a small smirk.

He couldn’t help it. Well, he could but he didn’t want to. Throwing caution to the wind, Eddie leaned in to close the distance between your lips. At least, he tried to before you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Ew! No!,” you giggled bashfully. “I probably have morning breath!”

Eddie couldn’t help but feel completely rejected by that. Somehow that small reaction to him trying to kiss you cut muncher deeper than it probably should. Still, Eddie wanted to save himself some dignity.

“I probably do too. I don’t care if you don’t,” he tried to say nonchalantly.

Eddie expected you to recoil from him. Maybe even chastise him for wanting to do something so ‘gross’. But he was pleasantly surprised when you removed your hand and gave him a quick peck on the side of his lip.

It was something, he supposed. Certainly not at all what he got from you last night, but something.

Then you moved over to kiss him on the other corner of his mouth. The point of his scratchy chin. His cheek, which had to be near scalding with how hot the blood beneath the surface felt from this goofy new attention.

“Quit teasing and give me a kiss. A proper one,” he said playfully, chasing after your lips after they left the bulb of his nose.

You swished your mouth to the side and hummed in mock wander, definitely prolonging his suffering.

“I could kiss you here,” you said, tapping his lonely bottom lip. “Or I could kiss you…somewhere else.”

Eddie’s heart nearly jumped out his mouth when you slid your fingertips down his quivering abdomen and along his dark happy trail.

“Both?” he squeaked hopefully.

You smiled deviously—the same expression that crossed your face when you nearly ate him alive last night. He thought perhaps he would be better prepared having experienced it a little, but that look made him think he was in for another attempt at snatching his soul.

Which, if he was honest with himself, it was yours already. He was all yours in every way whether he liked it or not.

Licking his lips in anticipation as you shimmied down the mattress, Eddie didn’t think he could possibly get any harder than he was right now. He was certain he could crack a freaking diamond if given the chance.

Whatever blood remained in his northern region coursed loudly through his ears. So noisily, in fact, that he didn’t hear Wayne storming down the hallway until it was too late.

“GET YOUR ASS UP, BOY! IT’S TWO O’CLOCK IN THE DAMN AFTERNOON! YOU’VE BEEN SLEEP SINCE—“

Eddie didn’t have time to do much besides jump out of his skin and try to yank the sheets over your naked body when the flimsy pressboard door flung open with a deafening bang.

Was it him? Or you? Maybe even Wayne that let out a shriek so loud it made his inner ear tickle. Eddie wasn’t sure. The only thing he was sure of was that Wayne was completely and utterly flabbergasted to see a girl in bed with his nephew.

“Shit, boy!” he exclaimed with reddening cheeks. His wide eyes darted from Eddie, to you barely peeking over the covers, and the ceiling—not at all sure where it was safe to look.

When Wayne did lock eyes with Eddie again, he could have sworn that Wayne was biting back a smile. Though it was probably a horribly embarrassing situation for you and Wayne, Eddie was sort of proud of himself for being caught with a chick in his bed. It officially gave rest to the idea he was a virgin without having to flat out yell it from the rooftops.

“Shut the door!” Eddie blushed, pulling the sheet up higher to cover you from sight completely and attempt to hide his own grin.

“Right,” Wayne croaked. He spun on his heel and closed the door behind him, once again advising Eddie that he slept most of the day away.

As soon as his uncle disappeared, you bolted straight up.

“It’s two o’clock?!” you gasped, frantically grabbing the small digital alarm clock from the floor. Another distressed shriek radiated from your throat as you scavenged the floor for your clothes.

“Fuck!” You shouted. “I’m dead! I’m so dead. My mom is going to kill me!”

Eddie rolled out of bed, arranging his still very prominent erection within his boxers and helped you find the remaining articles you were missing. It was only then that he realized how dirty his floor was. Crumbs, food wrappers, ash, cigarette butts that fell from the overflowing ashtray by his bed, torn up notebook paper—when was the last time he ran a vacuum through this place? He hoped you didn’t notice, but with his luck, you probably did.

Eddie found at least one item he didn’t recognize as his own, and it damn near pained him to part with it. He turned to hand it to you, but nearly lost his balance and mind when he saw your round, bare ass in all its glory as you bent over to get your bra.

Eddie wanted to drop to his knees then and there and just…he couldn’t settle on one thing he wanted to do. Taste you, literally kiss your ass, knead the fat of your thighs like a stress ball. All of the above at once. He struggled even more when you turned and scooped your breast into the cups of your bra. He realized then just how badly he didn’t want you to leave.

But you were panicking and spinning around like a top trying to find your belongings. Morosely, Eddie stretched out his hand, but you waved off the black lace of your underwear, saying it would be too gross to put back on in its current condition.

Eddie had to restrain himself from burying his nose in them and inhaling like it was his last breath on this earth. He tossed them towards his dresser, making sure to take note of their landing so he could find them again when you were gone.

It was now it never, and Eddie wanted to get this figured out before you finished throwing on that sinful skirt.

“So, about last nigh—“ he began uneasily.

You held up a hand to steady yourself on his chest as you stomped your shoes on one foot at a time. “Sorry, Eddie. I can’t right now. I really have to go or else this will be the last time you ever see me.”

His posture straightened. “So I’ll see you again?”

You wrinkled your nose at him in a look of bewilderment as you put your shirt on, ignoring that it was inside-out. “You’ll see me at school.”

“Oh,” he muttered. “I mean I was hoping to see you more outsi—“

“I really gotta go!” You kissed the palm of your hand and smacked it a little too hard against his cheek before rushing out of his bedroom without another word.

“Wait!” He tried to race after you but he didn’t even make it out of his room before you were shutting the front door of the trailer closed behind you.

Eddie’s shoulders sagged as he watched our peel out of his driveway like the devil was after you, not even glancing back his way.

Wayne cleared his throat and watched his nephew over the top of his burgundy mug. “Friend of yours?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Before yesterday, you hadn’t said anything to him before except maybe “move”, if that. With all the talking that was done last night, it was never brought up if he could even acknowledge you at school now. Would you want that? Or would you sneer at him and tell him to get lost if he tried to approach you in front of your friends? You told him not to forget. Not to pretend that this never happened. That had to count for something, right? Still, that didn’t mean he could suddenly throw his arm around you and parade around the halls as something more than classmates. You didn’t leave him a phone number or suggest that he call you, either.

No matter what transpired the night before, he was still a freak and not well liked by his peers. He wasn’t sure what group you fit into, but whatever the status was, it was far more respected than his.

He could try, but it might just kill him in his place if you swatted him away like a pesky fly. Jeered and mocked him just like the girls from middle school. He didn’t think you were the type of person to do that, but truthfully he didn’t know you well enough to say for sure what you would do when surrounded by the social vultures of high school.

Somehow losing his virginity became more complicated than figuring out where to stick it. He was grateful, of course, but now dreading that you would find his newfound affection to be pathetic or bothersome.

The best course of action he could think of was to let you come to him. If you wanted to be around him, you would do so, right? That way he wouldn’t make a fool of either of you if the intention was to keep this under wraps. He hated the idea of being a dirty secret, but he also wanted to have sex with you again. And, if he was lucky, be something special.

Maybe he was pathetic.

Eddie let the blinds snap back into place and sighed as formed an answer to his uncle’s question.

“No,” he grumbled. “She’s not.”

——-

You expected to find your mother sharpening her carving knife on the porch when you skidded into the driveway, but she was nowhere to be found. In fact, you didn’t even see her until almost midnight on Sunday. She had no idea that you didn’t come up until almost three in the afternoon that day because she had gone out with her own boyfriend.

You should have felt relief and been grateful for the reprieve, but instead a fresh batch of resentment stewed in your gut. Of course she wouldn’t have noticed you were gone too long. Charles was the only thing that mattered now.

So you spent the remainder of the weekend alone. You thought of calling Eddie, but found there wasn’t a single Munson listed in the phonebook. There was a brief glint of hope that maybe he would call you, but that was snuffed out when you realized you forgot to leave him your number when you raced out of there. You supposed you could just pop over for a quick hello, but the last thing you wanted to be was desperate or annoying. Showing up at his house uninvited was a great way to seem like a desperate loser.

In your solitude, you couldn’t help but think of him. Sleeping with him only made the obsession with him significantly worse, because now you knew him. At least, more than you did before. He was weird, sure, but not in the way that everyone said. He was just a giant freakin dork that liked creepy things. What was different between liking that kind of stuff on Halloween and what Eddie was into? The fact that he liked it all year long? How did that make any sense?

He was also…sweet. Endearing, almost. Behind the leather, scowl, and chains, he was something akin to adorable. Those big, expressive brown eyes and genuine smile held a shocking innocence to them. You know if you said this thought out loud that the idiots at school would say something about how that innocence is from the souls of children he’s sacrificed, but you knew that was nothing but bullshit. How anyone could think a nerd like Eddie Munson was involved in the Sons of Sam or was a Charles Manson associate that changed his name to avoid detection was incomprehensibly insipid. Manson to Munson to avoid detection? Really? And to think people at school really believed that.

No. Eddie Munson was the big and scary shadow on the wall that stemmed from a trick of light and exaggerated growls like one would see on a cartoon. He didn’t have to invite you to stay or tell you about himself. He could have done as others have and given you the boot without so much as a thank you. But he didn’t. Which made him much more gentlemanly than the guys you and your friends had been with.

Eddie Munson. A gentleman. And a gorgeous one at that. Sweet, attentive, goofy, and weird. Suddenly the conventionally handsome guys like Steve and Billy looked like trolls in comparison.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at every thought of him. How did a guy like Eddie weasel into your brain and nest there? What power did he possess to turn you into a giggling school girl that had to fight the desire to write I 🖤 E.M. on every available space you could see? Was he thinking of you, too? You hoped he was.

The butterflies were accompanied by the familiar pull in your abdomen. You were right about one thing: he was a good lay with the potential to be a great one. The thought of being the only one to have him sent your blood ablaze with both desire and jealousy. If anyone else tried to look his way now, you weren’t sure what you would do. Cannibalism came to mind almost instantly, which made you laugh and also wonder what the hell was wrong with you.

But there was a certain sort of comfort he gave you with the extra time spent together in his home. He talked about things you don’t think even his friends knew, and that felt like a sort of insurance that his interest in pursuing more was genuine.

At least, that's what you believed until school came around on Monday.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you made it to the dreaded building of Hawkins High School, but not seeing Eddie waiting for you by the double doors was a kick to the gut that only worsened when you didn’t see him at your locker either. Did you really expect him to carry your books? Maybe not, but you did expect to see him at the start of the day. You hoped he would seek you out to see how you were after your rushed departure, ask if you were okay, or at least say good morning. Maybe get a peck on the lips or give you the opportunity to give one to him and watch those cheeks turn rosy.

But you didn’t see him. Not in the halls, not around one of the guys you recognized as one of his devout minions, nor by the tin cubby you knew to be his locker. You’d become somewhat of an expert at finding him crowds, but he was nowhere to be seen.

All the pent up excitement you had to see him again fizzled into disappointment as you drudged on to your first class of the day.

By the end of second period, you were convinced that he wasn’t even in the building. Disappointed at his absence, you peeked at the student lot after third period and saw the behemoth of a van he drove every day.

A flurry of questions raced through your mind. Did he just get here? You hoped he didn’t skip too many classes. It would be embarrassing to be infatuated with a guy who had to repeat his senior year for a fourth time.

You took your time at your locker, slowly switching out the spirals and textbooks while looking around to get a peek of the nearly six foot brunette making his way towards your shared next class. Like a hawk you watched the other students leave the class in a haste, while others walked in as enthusiastically as one would towards a guillotine, but Eddie wasn’t amongst them. Defeat slumping your shoulders and irritation pulling the corners of your lips into a frown, you trudged nosilly towards O’Donnell’s class. Where the hell was he?

Fifth row, fourth desk back, apparently. Sitting with his cheek resting atop his knuckles and staring out of the window like he usually did.

Your heart nearly jumped into your throat at the sight of him. How the hell did he slip past you in here? It didn’t matter—just seeing him after your time together sent a jolt of life through you that activated your senses like a sleeper agent. Goosebumps erupted over your skin at the memory of his touch, heat to your cheeks thinking about his cock, and a wide smile to your lips that couldn’t be helped if you tried to repress it when you remembered just how cute he sounded when laughed.

You took your normal seat—third row fifth desk—which kept Eddie in your line of sight for optimal ogling and waited for him to look your way so you could say hey in a way that was sure to turn those cheeks of his as red as rose.

With every twitch of his head, you squirmed in your seat, ready to greet him.

He switched which hand he rested on, you crossed one leg over the other and sat at attention. He tapped his ringed fingers on the desk, you wrung your hands together to nimble up your fingers for a flirty wave. But he never turned away from the window. With each movement he did that didn’t end up with you on the receiving end of his attention, your smile lessened and the eagerness slipped away.

By the time the last desk filled and O’donnell shut the door to signify the beginning of class, all Eddie had done was give a few coughs into his jean clad elbow, not once sparing you a glance.

When O’Donnell started writing on the chalkboard, you slumped in your seat. The grin you wore melted into a firm frown as you glared at the back of Eddie’s head with a furrowed brow.

What. The fuck.

Anxiously scraping the yellow paint from your pencil with your thumbnail, you tried to think of an explanation for this. He could have just…not seen you. You’d been staring at him like this for almost two months now and he didn’t catch your gaze often since you weren't in his line of sight though he was in yours. But then, he knew you were in this class. You discussed it at length when you were naked in bed with him. How Nicholas Erickson was the class pet and how drunk one would be if they were to take a shot every time O’Donnell said ‘M’Kay’. How you had the perfect view to daydream about his hands that you liked very much. He knew you would be here.

So why wouldn’t he look for you? You didn’t exactly expect him to wait for you at your locker when you got to school but maybe in the doorframe of the class he knew you would be in would’ve been nice. And once class started, why didn’t he scan the room to see if you made it in? Unless—

Realization floated from your train of thought and landed in the pit of your stomach heavy as marble stone.

Unless he was ignoring you. Unless he didn’t want to seek you out. Unless he didn’t want to see you. To face you. To recall the happenings of Friday night every time he looked at you.

You continued to glare at him. Hoping that the intensity of your gaze would cause him to turn. To catch your eye and give you a smile so you could squash this horrible thought because he wouldn’t do that. He said he wouldn’t. He promised.

But the holes you bore into his back did not will him to meet your eyes.

What else could it be? The reason for this cold shoulder then? The reason why he would not be excited to see you? Why would he not seek you out if he knew you would be just feet from him? Did you do something? Did his friends say something?

Did he lie to you?

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He was so nice and so…so genuine. Wasn’t he? He didn’t fake being that sweet. He didn’t fake those stories about his mom or his uncle, did he? Why would he tell you those things if he didn’t intend to at least be a friend?

Maybe he was embarrassed by that. Maybe he thought he talked too much and thought you were judging him harshly for it. But no, that couldn’t be either. You shared personal stories too. You had left things amicably. Sure, in a rush, but not in anger or bad blood.

Then why wouldn’t he look at you?

You tried to come up with the who, what, when, where, and why, but there was no logical answer to the sudden radio silence. You gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. You almost blew him in the morning but his uncle walked in. What happened after? Because you didn’t call him? He didn’t call you either so what the fuck!

You looked for something to throw at him, but the only thing you had was your own pencil or sheet of paper. The longer you sat there, the angrier you got because he never once looked your way. He moved all over, restless and twitchy, but never to his left. He was ignoring that entire side of the classroom, and blatantly so. You almost said to hell with your shitty aim and who cares if you accidentally hit Hollis Sanlers because you needed answers now. Whatever the reason, it couldn't be worse than your imagination.

Was it your imagination though? Or was this just how things worked. Because really, was it all that surprising? The guy you never talked to before you suddenly threw yourself at only used you for sex and then moved on with his life. One and done. Wam, bam, thank you, ma’am. But even if that was the case, you gave it to him good enough to not be thrown away after a single use, right?

Maybe not. Steve didn’t want you again. You had enough pride not to subject yourself to Tommy H twice. Still. It seemed like a one time ride was all you were good for.

Chest hurting from the pounding of your heart against its cage, you put your head down and tried to get your breathing back to a slower rate. You refused to cry. Not here. Not over them. Not over this.

It wasn’t true. You knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Those boys were lucky. All of them. They were lucky to have you. They didn’t have a right to your body. It was a privilege. A privilege you thought Eddie would appreciate better than the others.

Was it even real? Just like with Steve. The same thing. The same damn thing! The next day shut out. You doubted that Eddie was even a virgin.

Well, no.

That had to be true cause he was kind of shit at kissing and everything else at first. So at least he was honest in that. If one thing was true, then maybe the rest could be as well.

You just had to pull yourself together and talk to him calmly. Like a friend. That’s what he was now, right? At the very least he was a friend. Not that you normally have friends cum inside of you but that was where you were gonna start.

But then again, why should you give him the benefit of the doubt? He had all of forty-five minutes to peek over his shoulder and offer some sort of reassurance and he actively was choosing not to. Not a glance just to see you. No acknowledgment. No searching gaze. You weren’t expecting him to kowtow at your feet but was it too much to ask that he recognize your existence? He was adamant about not giving you the time of day. Why did he deserve kindness when it was clear he determined you did not?

No…you didn’t want to cause a scene either. There’s no pride in acting like a maniac and end up the subject of wild rumors about how The Freak got the best of you.

The bitterness of that statement lingered on your tongue. He sure did, didn’t he? Just like the others did when you were dumb enough to trust them. What a fool you’d been. Why hadn’t you learned yet? Well, you thought you did in all honesty. You didn’t think Eddie of all people was capable of this. He had seemed so…

A thousand cuts by a blade would’ve been gentler than the sting of shame that sliced every inch of your skin as you replayed every kind word you thought about him over the weekend. Gentlemen—Agonizing slash across the cheek. Endearing—A stinging wound upon your knuckles. Every nice thing you said was suddenly so mocking. So cruel. How could you have been so stupid.

No. This wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault.

But if it wasn't, then why did it feel like you were going to burst at the seams? Why did it hurt so much if you weren’t to blame?

You spent the remainder of class trying to regulate your breathing and unwind the knot in your stomach so you could take a deep breath without feeling like your chest would crack open. But as soon as the bell rang and everyone stood their feet, dreadful rage spread through your body like a grease fire as you charged at Eddie from behind.

“You are a LIAR!” you hissed near the side of his head.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting it show that he hurt you, so you kept walking past him and practically ran out of the class as fast as the herd allowed. You didn’t have the courage to look back, argue, or even hear what excuse he could stutter out if he even bothered to come up with one. All you wanted to do was to get away and quickly before the tears that stung your eyes betrayed you and dared to shed over a stupid loser like Eddie Munson.

The hallway started to fill with other students getting ready for lunch. You weaved your way through the bodies of those that gave you room to slip past them and unapologetically bulldozed through those who didn’t in order to get towards the exit. You needed the safety of your car. There you could scrounge up enough change left in the cupholders for a fast food meal and scream into your fries peacefully behind the woods and away from prying eyes.

Fate, however, would not see it that way.

The stairs leading down towards the parking lot would have only given Eddie milliseconds of time to catch up if he hadn’t complete leapt over them like a field athlete, stopping ungracefully right beside you at the bottom of them.

His sudden appearance and plea of your name startled you, but you were determined to just get away from him before you did something stupid like hit him.

“Hey—wait!” he exclaimed, his long legs keeping in stride with yours annoyingly easily. “You got it all wrong! At least let me explain!”

You didn’t stop your trajectory towards the car or spare him a glance. “Explain!” you snapped viciously. “There’s nothing to explain! I got the message loud and clear, Munson.”

“Look, we need to talk—“

Oh for the love of god. He made his position clear. What could he possibly want to talk about? “You could have talked to me before school. You could’ve talked to me before class. You could’ve even passed me a note—you know what—NEVERMIND. It doesn’t matter!“ Why waste your breath on telling him all the ways he could’ve made things right when it didn’t matter anymore. All it would do is feed his ego knowing you’d gotten this upset or thought about it this much. Who cares? Who fucking cares!

You did, but he was the absolute last person who needed to know that.

The way he sighed your name—sadly and quietly like a plea—made the shame and rage that much worse. What did he have to feel defeated about? This was his doing! He had to realize that!

You did stop then and turned just enough to let him know you were speaking to him but not enough to give him the courtesy of your attention or gaze. “It’s fine. We can go back to forgetting the other exists. Forget about it.”

You took off again, trying to get to the safety of the car before you gave in to the ache in your chest.

Eddie clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in frustration, not sure what to do to get you to hear him out. He’d been careful to not get too close to you. To try and not look your way. To give you space and keep aloof, but clearly that wasn’t working. Damn near growling, he blew caution to the wind and grabbed your elbow tightly. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to get you to stop in your tracks.

It was then—when you spun on your heel to yank free from him—did his fear come true.

Furious that he would dare use the familiarity of touch against you, you planted your feet and with all your strength you pulled away from him. He didn’t tighten his grip or pull you towards him, which almost caused you to stumble.

“Let's talk somewhere. Please.” Eddie’s normally plump lips pressed into a flat line. His once expressive eyes were so dark and glossy as he frowned at you, looking utterly distraught.

What gave him the right to look so upset? It was infuriating!

“Hey!” someone nearby yelled. “This freak bothering you?”

It took you a second for you to realize that voice was addressing you. You actually would have never made the connection if it weren’t for Eddie. The long haired brunette glanced at something over your shoulder and scoffed before looking back at you. “You see? This is exactly why I didn’t say anything to you here.”

“What?” you questioned.

Eddie rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek as his eyes followed something moving behind you.

That something turned out to be a letterman wearing goon named Andy Dixon. You’d never spoken to him before, not really. He was in a few classes with you over the years and around the vicinity at parties but was certainly not someone you would call a friend or an acquaintance.

He nodded towards you and repeated himself. “This freak bothering you?”

You looked from Andy to Eddie, once, twice, even thrice before the question registered in your head. When it did, you weren’t even sure how to respond.

“No,” you answered firmly.

“See? You can go away now,” Eddie grinned sarcastically. “Ta-Ta.”

Andy’s brow furrowed in confusion as he turned his focus to you. “I saw him grab you.”

“It’s fine. We were just having a disagreement,” you said. “No harm done.”

Andy wasn’t convinced. “About what?”

You looked between them again. Eddie did nothing. Said nothing. He looked at you expectantly and politely, as if Andy had asked if you took sugar in your tea. Andy on the other hand, stood with his broad chest puffed out.

Your nerves, which were frayed and grated to begin with, were at their end with Andy’s line of questioning. “What are you, a cop? I said we’re fine!”

Andy’s face reddened. “You’re the one talking to the freak! I was trying to make sure you weren’t getting stolen! O-or possessed! You could say thanks, you know!

Clarity hit you like a brick as you watched Andy stare down at Eddie with a sneer—almost challenging him to buck.

That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything to you here.

Andy didn’t care about you being bothered by just anyone. He truly believed the rumors about Eddie. Or he was merely using them as an excuse to harass him.

Your throat went dry, but only for a moment. Even if Eddie was trying to protect you or himself from this kind of interaction, he could have at the very least given you some sort of acknowledgement in class. This was not an excuse. But it was a sliver of an explanation.

You scoffed at the intruder. “Thanks but I’m not possessed. Now move. We’re going to lunch,” you added gruffly. Blood still boiling beneath the surface, it was your turn to grab Eddie. “Come on, Munson. You’re taking me out to eat,” you informed him with a less than delicate shove towards his van.

Eddie begged for a few minutes to get his van in order, but you denied his request and opened the passenger door, immediately met with mess. Notebooks, folders, and some big plastic thing took up your designated space and you waited rather impatiently for him to scramble and chuck it into the back. The strong, distinctive smell of weed and cigarettes clung to the upholstery and was sure to follow you home long after you departed. As you moodily crossed your arms, you wondered if perhaps it would’ve been better if you took your own car.

Eddie clambered in next to you, frantically trying to find the right key before shoving it into the ignition. “Uh--where would you like to eat?”

It was then that you noticed the few curious glances of your peers staring at you through the windshield. Some had looks of confusion knitted across their face while others were doing little to hide their shock. Normally this kind of attention would’ve had you wiping at your face to make sure nothing was on it or trying to figure out if perhaps you were having some sort of wardrobe malfunction. But after Andy’s comment, you knew these kinds of glares were unkind and directly caused by being next to Eddie.

Something he knew would happen.

“Do they always stare at you like this?” you questioned bitterly, watching a group of girls whisper behind their hands as they peered over their shoulder to giggle in your direction.

Eddie cleared his throat and nervously wiped his palms against his jean clad thighs. “Sometimes. It depends which way the wind blows really,” he chuckled lamely. “I’m either public enemy number one or I’m invisible and completely ignored,” he shrugged. “They don’t bother unless they want something from me.”

Your frown deepened as guilt twisted in your gut. No wonder he didn’t realize you were trying to get with him that night. He really thought you were there for weed and how could he think otherwise? It wasn’t like you spok to him at all before. You sought him out when you wanted something from him, and given the nature of his…status obviously no one came knocking in search for hookups. Your shame deepened at the realization that you were just as bad as the people sneering at you in the parking lot.

“Like me,” you admitted feebly, barely able to meet his eyes.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something before clamping it shut and humming thoughtfully for a moment. “I guess,” he agreed reluctantly. “I didn’t think of it like that.”

Those pesky tears you tried to bully back were rushing towards the frontlines again. How could he not think of it that way? It’s certainly how you saw it now. He must have been able to tell what you were thinking by the ferocity of your scoff, because he quickly held a ringed hand in surrender.

“I didn’t,” he insisted. “I’d prefer not to if I’m being honest.”

You hated the way your chin started to wobble—a sign that flood gates were dangerously near bursting. “Then why the hell wouldn’t you look at me back there?”

Eddie’s face softened at the crack in your voice. “I didn’t think you wanted this to happen.”

”This?” you repeated with annoyance. “What is ‘this’?”

Eddie pointed out of the windshield, an expression dangerously close to pity crossing his face as he frowned at you. “They’re not looking at me like that today. They’re looking at you.”

“Yeah, I figured that out, thanks!” You snapped. “So what? You didn’t even acknowledge me because you think I care what they say?”

Eddie’s voice raised an octave out of defense. “I don’t know! It’s not like we talked about if I could address you at school!”

”Address me?!” you screeched. “Eddie, what kind of asshole do you think I am?”

”I don’t know!” he repeated in exasperation. “And I’m sorry, but I wasn’t really itching to make a fool of myself and have you pretend like you didn’t know me right to my face.”

“Oh, you mean like you just did to me?” You spat viciously.

“I did not!” He shot back defensively. “I’m talking about if I went up to you and said ’hi’, you would’ve pretended that I was lost or blown me off.”

You couldn’t believe you were hearing! How could he have thought so low of you? “Do you really think I would do that to you? That I’m that shitty of a person?”

Eddie stared at you with such an intensity it was almost as if he was trying to dissect your brainwaves through your skull. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Like I said…I didn’t want to be wrong. It’s not like we talked about any of this before you left my place.”

“But why would I do that to you—”

“Because it’s me!” he shouted loudly. “You heard what that douche said—The freak is bothering you because why the fuck would you or any other chick willingly be seen talking to me?”

You weren’t speechless often, but watching Eddie hide from you behind the curtain of his hair as he hung his head in shame did the trick. All the anger, the rage, the hurt, the self doubt that had caused you to spiral over the last hour had suddenly melted from hot fury on your tongue to a solem drip of sorrow that seeped down into your chest. He was—in his own misguided way—protecting you from his shitty reputation, and himself from how he thought you would treat him because of it.

“I‘m sorry. I’ve just never done this before,” he admitted softly.

With his eyes downcast, Eddie recounted his train of thought that led him to his decision to ignore you completely. He wasn’t sure if he could talk to you at all, much less share his experience with his friends, which of course he certainly wanted to do. He didn’t know if he could call you, but then he discovered he wasn’t entirely sure he had your last name right to look you up and he didn’t want to draw any attention by asking anyone about you either.

Nervously peeling the loose skin around his nailbeds, Eddie continued. “I figured I’d let you come to me. If you wanted to talk to me, great. If not, then I’d save us both the embarrassment of me approaching you.”

Somehow all of that information hurt differently than before. With all you had shared with him—body, past, even a bit of your soul—that he would think you were so jaded and vain just…stung. Left a bitterness on your lips that wrinkled them into a small scowl. But how could you be angry with him after all that? He was right about quite a few things you wish he wasn’t—the most bothersome being that he didn’t even really know you.

You had thought the hours talking and smiling at each other in the dim light of his room was enough, but it wasn’t. He didn’t know what you were really like as a person—the way you thought or what motivated your actions. He didn’t know your surname like you knew his. He probably didn’t know your first name before Friday. Despite your intention of sharing what little anecdotes you did with him, it hadn't been enough to gain his trust. There were too many gaps—steps small and large—that were skipped when forging this new found whatever-ship that the hope of a solid foundation was probably destined to fail.

There were plenty of things you could say to let him know just how much his perceived slight wounded you to the very core, but clearly Eddie had suffered in his own way. You were left to your thoughts for one class period. Eddie had the whole weekend to lose his sanity over this.

It took a couple calming breaths and more than half a dozen beats of awkward silence before you pulled yourself together enough to be the bigger person and figure out exactly what you wanted to do to move forward. Because you did want to move forward with him. Eddie was different. From everyone. Maybe something different could be good this time.

“Did you know you’re not in the phone book?” you prompted suddenly.

Eddie’s fidgeting ceased immediately as his brow furrowed in confusion. “Uh…yeah,” he hummed thoughtfully. “We’re listed under my mom’s maiden name, actually.”

“Well I checked,” you said quietly. “I tried to call you over the weekend.”

“Oh,” he blinked with reddening cheeks. “Sorry about that. We’re popular with bill collectors and prank calls. Only the people that really know us have the right number which is…not many.” Eddie winced, clearly not meaning for that last part to fly out of his mouth.

You sighed deeply, having come to terms with very uncomfortable truths that needed to be said. “I think we did ourselves a huge disservice having sex before even being friends,” you confessed solemnly. “I’m so sorry, because that‘s my fault.”

“Hey, come on—“ Eddie began, but you held up your hand to stop him. As much as you hated to admit it, it was true. Even though Eddie was eager to reverse his Virgin status, it was clear you were both robbed of something special. Something intimate. Just as you deserved to be cherished for more than your body, so did he. You just weren’t sure how to go about to start from first base when the home run was already on the board.

“I really like you, Eddie,” you said, hoping that he could feel sincerity in your soft gaze. “At least, I think I do. I’d like to get to know you more.”

Eddie looked extremely skeptical with a quipped brow. “Even though I’m the town pariah?”

“So what?” you shrugged. “Yeah, you’re freakin’ weird but not in a malicious way. Not that I’ve seen yet.”

“Thanks, I think.” Eddie’s cheeks rivaled the color of a tomato. “I like you, too.”

Heat rose to the surface of your own face at his admission. “I like you. You like me. What should we do about that?”

The way Eddie’s eyes bulged was almost comical. “I don’t know. I’ve never been good at pop quizzes,” he chuckled feebly. “Do people call it going steady anymore?”

You wrinkled your nose at that. It may sound silly after sleeping with him already, but calling Eddie your boyfriend at this moment when you both finally came to terms that perhaps you didn’t really know each other that well didn’t seem the right fit, and going steady sounded so lame. But you certainly didn’t want him getting or giving attention anywhere else. You wanted to build trust first, and intimacy. Walk, before running.

“Dating,” you suggested with a small grin. “We could just be dating until we wanna be something…else?”

Eddie looked at the ceiling of his van as if the answer was written there before meeting your eyes again. “When would that be? Like…In a week?”

“Sure?” you chuckled lightly. “We can spend this week just hanging out and getting to know each other. If we need more time to figure it out then we can take more time. I just… I’d like you to know me better, too. So you don’t think I’m the kind of person that would do something like that to you.”

Eddie let out a long exhale, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs again, a seemingly nervous tick of his. Without noticing, you also emitted a lengthy sigh—both of you simultaneously releasing all the stress, misunderstanding, and tension from your bodies.

With an unsteady hand, he placed his palm atop your thigh “I told you already, you have me,” he said firmly. “This is all up to you. I’m just grateful to be here.”

He did say that, didn’t he? In his room while he kissed your knuckles like he was a brave knight and you a noble lady. Though now his hand was shaky, his big brown eyes held an unwavering fierceness that left you unsure of what to say in such a heartfelt and tense moment. So you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Burger chef.”

“Huh?” Eddie questioned.

It was as good a time as any to tend to your hunger. The bell signifying the end of the lunch period would be due at any moment, but you weren’t going to go back without eating. Instead, you took the opportunity to arrange your very first official date with Eddie.

“Earlier you asked me where I wanted to eat,” you reminded him. “I want to go to Burger Chef.”

For the first time that day, Eddie smiled. A really cute one—lopsided and toothy that made your own cheeks tingle with a searing heat. “Burger chef it is, my lady.”

——

Lunch with Eddie turned out to be exactly what you both needed in more ways than one. It gave each of you the opportunity to not only fill your bellies with a much needed meal, but to define what dating each other really meant. At first you didn’t think it would be that different than just hanging out, but Eddie had a million questions you didn’t even consider worth a thought.

Sadly, he was concerned with protecting your image. He mentioned more than once that while he would love for you to sit with him at lunch and let him walk you to your classes hand in hand, you wouldn’t have a way back into the herd if you suddenly decided to part ways. You’d likely be permanently tainted and excommunicated, and it took quite some time for him to realize that the consequence didn’t really bother you that much. Your couple of close friends would either understand or they wouldn’t. You hoped they’d be happy for you like you would be them, though you did expect there to be some shock or rebuttal about Eddie Munson of all people being attached to your arm. Even so, if they were truly decent friends they wouldn’t ostracize you over who you dated. Besides, they had their own questionable hook ups they wouldn’t like being brought up if they dared try to be hateful towards Eddie.

It took the school two whole days to stop whispering and staring at you like an escaped zoo animal. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t irritate you, but you did your best to not give the audience any attention. None of the onlookers dared say anything to you directly—often whispering behind their hands like cowards. Your two closest friends indeed had objections about dating The Freak, but after swearing you would tell them if Eddie’s reputation had any stock to it, they too kept their doubts reserved to low murmurs. They didn’t want to meet or get to know him yet, which hurt a little, but you didn’t push the issue yet. One step at a time.

Eddie’s friends, however, were quite overwhelming but not in the way you originally thought—much like Eddie himself. You were scared to meet them after having observed them for months. They didn’t look particularly friendly to each other, much less outsiders. He proposed you come to the Hellfire table for lunch the next day to say hi and if you wanted to sit with your friends after then he wouldn’t mind, but once your name was given to the horde of boys before you, there was no escaping their interrogation. Eddie tried to intervene by demanding they stop asking you so many questions and told you that you could just walk away at any time, but after processing the bombardment, you didn’t want to leave. The boys in denim, chains, and leather who normally wore scowls, snarls, and sneers were smiling at you. Practically beaming with all of their teeth showing as they asked all about you, your interests and argued about who would get the honor of your attention first. As frightful as it was at first, their curiosity was endearing, and even Eddie had a shy smile and pink cheeks when you sat beside him for the entire half hour.

Besides talking over how others might react, you discussed what time together outside of school would look like. While still getting to know each other, you wanted to hang out with him after school for a couple of hours each day. The first habdful of days, a few hours was all you could take because some things about Eddie were true. The version of him outside of your dream was weird and at times a little annoying. He constantly made noises you weren’t sure he was consciously aware he was making with his mouth or by banging his hands, feet, or both on any surface that made an echo. His impromptu acting and flair for the dramatics caught you off guard when it was just you he was acting for, and at times you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do or say in those situations since you weren’t familiar with what he was going on about in the first place. You supposed getting used to his quirks would take more time and exposure to him. But even after you went home, within an hour of being alone in an empty house you were reaching for the phone to call him just to talk to him about any and everything that came to mind until your mom came home or you fell asleep with the phone pressed to your ear—even with all his absentminded chittering.

You learned so much about him, who he was, and what he liked outside of the common ground you shared. Some of it you could get into, some of it was a little beyond you but you tried it anyway. He was genuinely what you thought he was that first night together—goofy, sweet, and very cute. You weren’t sure much of what you were telling him about yourself was permeating in his brain since you talked a lot about everything as ideas popped into your head, but you were surprised to find that he did remember even some of the smallest details. One day he pulled your favorite candy bar from his jacket pocket when you mentioned you were peckish. You could’ve burst into flames from the heat of adoration that rushed through your veins. He even slipped you a note before your physics class, consisting of a cute little cartoon version of himself wishing you luck on an exam you mentioned you were less than stoked about. You kept the silly artwork on your nightstand to be the last thing you saw at night and the first thing you saw in the morning.

Another topic that was brought up at the diner was what to expect in regards to intimacy. While Eddie was all for doing it in the back of the van as soon as his stomach stopped loudly digesting the bacon burger he devoured, you were more in favor of taking it slow and let things progress naturally. Eddie agreed without pouting, complaint, or debate. Though you soon found out it was a rough promise to keep yourself. Both of you would get reprimanded for ogling at each other in O’Donnell’s class, but neither cared. The way the light reflected off of his dark hair showed a hundred shades of browns and even reds, and you loved watching the way his eyes crinkled in the corner when he caught you already looking at him first--sending heat to your cheeks and your heart into overdrive.

At first Eddie seemed terrified to make any moves at all on you outside of grabbing your hand. It wasn’t until you pushed him against a locker and kissed him senseless in front of the crowd of nosy onlookers that he gained the confidence to show affection whenever he wanted. To be honest, you loved the variety of his touch. You almost always giggled when he kissed your knuckles as he dropped you off outside of a class or when you left to go home. The way he rested his chin on the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around your waist made you feel secure and protected. Just the weight of his hand on your thigh under the lunch table was enough to ignite the familiar pull of desire in the pit of your stomach. He was tender, sweet, and always there in the smallest ways.

Even when you were starting to long for some time alone, all it took was his large hand to cup your cheek for your brain to forget what you were getting annoyed with in the first place. His hands were rough yet gentle as they cradled your face--the bulb of his nose brushing against your cheek as his plump lips lingered teasingly of yours. He quickly outgrew the title of clumsy kisser and in no time had you tangling your fingers at the nape of his neck to bring him closer.

As much as you wanted to take things slow and build more than just a physical relationship with Eddie, it was becoming more and more difficult to do so. You wanted him all the time. His scent followed you home on your clothes and your skin, permeating your dreams about him. Every time he kissed you, you couldn’t help but lean in for just a little more. You loved feeling the way his heart raced beneath your palm on his chest—how his skin broke into chills as you raked your fingers down his lithe abdomen. He was so reactive to you that it was almost impossible to stop yourself from pulling more out of him. But you didn’t want to risk either you or him. You were enjoying building a relationship on something more than just physicality—the ability to enjoy each other's company without the expectation of sex attached to every hangout. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t constantly crave the feeling of him inside you whenever you were near him. Now that you knew what it felt like to have him fill you up, it was almost all you could think about. You were starting to be a little ashamed of how much you were lusting after the poor guy, but then he’d do something sweet like give you a handful of wildflowers he picked on his smoke break between classes and you’d melt into wanton mess all over again.

Around a week after the diner on one chilly afternoon in the woods, you sat between his legs with your back to his chest as he leaned leisurely against the trunk of a thick tree. You both foraged a nice pile of ripe pawpaws from nearby and were enjoying the sweet, fleshy fruit while you offered feedback on his Macbeth essay. Eddie certainly wasn’t as dumb as everyone made him out to be, but neither organizing his thoughts or spelling were his strong suits. His attention span could use a lot of work, too. He was far too easily distracted, and unfortunately you weren’t very good at keeping him on task.

Suddenly silent for much too long, you peered up at Eddie from your comfortable position lounged against his chest. He looked far too pleased with himself—looking down his nose at you with a smug grin on his face. The dimples in his cheeks and the way his eyes sparkled in the sun would’ve been cute if you didn't know what that look meant.

“What?” you asked with faux annoyance as you pushed the seeds from the fruit in your hand.

Eddie’s smirk increased. “You dream about me.”

“Oh my god, would you stop!” you shrieked bashfully, elbowing him softly in the stomach.

Eddie laughed loudly, pulling the freshly deseeded pawpaw from your hand and taking a bite. “You’re the one with the dirty dreams! If anything, I’m the one who should feel scandalized.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to ignore the prickling warmth on your cheeks. Eddie loved to constantly bring up your dreams about him, and you would’ve gladly told him about them if he wasn’t so insufferable! You’d long given up trying to tell him about your nocturnal visions. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by what transpired, but you couldn’t get him to shut up long enough to tell him about it. He kept hijacking the story with his quest for impossible details. ’What was I wearing? What did I look like? What did you look like? Where did this happen? Against who’s locker? Bra on or off? Well duh of course it matters!’ And when you did end up getting to the end of the story, he seemed less than satisfied with the lack of bravado in the retelling on your part so you didn’t bring it up again. Eddie, however, asked every single day if you dreamt of him and when you parted for the evening, made you promise you would at least try to do so again.

Twirling your finger in one of his curls dangling by your face, you attempted to change the subject. “Why don’t you tell me about your dreams for once?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “They’re not as interesting. They’re more like flashes of different things. Not chronological like yours. And I can’t remember them most of the time. The longer I’m awake the less I retain.”

“What about last night?”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to focus. “Something about Willie Nelson. I don’t know what but I remember the braids and bandana at the pool.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “You had a dream about Willie Nelson at Hawkins community pool?”

He waved at you dismissively. “I don’t know, maybe. C’mon, can you at least just tell me about your favorite one?” he whined, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear.

You leaned away from him to glare. “You swear you’ll be quiet?”

Eddie held his ringed hand against his chest. “I swear I shant utter a peep.”

You were rather doubtful since the last time you tried to tell him about your dream, you didn't even get to say what happened before Eddie asked what time of day it was and you gave up altogether.

“Well…” you began cautiously, snuggling a little closer into him, letting your butt grind against his lap. “It was one of the first ones I had about you. I was standing in front of O’Donnell’s desk—“

“Wait, I only have one request—“

You threw your hands up in exasperation, ready to get up and throw the remaining clusters of mango-like fruit at his head for being such an ass about this, but he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

“You swore you would shut up!” you shouted.

“I will, I will! Just—can you not mention her name when you’re talking about a sex dream?” he pleaded. “I’m trying to set the image in my mind and the first thing you say is that name and it instantly kills the mood.”

You slapped his thigh as hard as you could manage and wiggled against his constraints until he loosened them and draped his arms across your waist. It took a minute to get comfortable again and stop huffing at him, but you supposed you could respect his request.

“We were in class and I went to turn in some homework before leaving the room…”

As you recounted the tale, you could practically hear the cogs in Eddie’s brain grinding and hissing as they tried to hold back his million inquiries, but he stayed true and kept them to himself. His self-important smirk melted into something far more dopey as let his imagination fill in the gaps of your story.

“I wish I dreamed of you,” he admitted sheepishly. “Sounds fuckin hot.”

You laughed lightly, taking his hand in yours and tracing the lines of his palm with your fingertips. “When you’re laying down for the night, just think of the one I told you. Maybe it’ll play like a movie in your head while you sleep.”

Even though you weren’t looking at him you could hear the mischievous grin stretched across his lips. “Let's hope so. You’ve certainly given me a lot better things to think about than Willie Nelson in a pool.”

You leaned your head back against his shoulder and let out a hearty laugh. You did that a lot with Eddie—laughed. He was so funny and not even purposely so. Sometimes the things he would say or just how he said it would just get a chuckle or down right howl out of you. He always seemed pleased with himself when you rewarded him with even the smallest giggle, and you were certain that he made it his own personal mission to make it happen as much as possible. You certainly appreciated the effort more than he could ever understand.

He beamed with pride at having succeeded in his quest for bestowing joy and looked downright adorable. So you repaid his effort with a soft kiss on his perfectly shaped lips.

Every time he was in reach like this, it was both a cure and curse. A well mannered peck made your heart soar, yet as it deepened, only worsened the craving for his kiss. He seemed to be just as desperate—hungrily sliding his tongue against yours while his hands clutched your body tightly to his chest. He was always so warm. You wanted to siphon his heat—melt into him and share it.

The annoying beep of your watch alerted you that it was time to head home. You groaned and whined in frustration. As much as you wanted to stay on the forest floor with Eddie and see where this headed, being in your mother’s good graces was more important right now. Through small town gossip she’d heard rumors about you canoodling with the local riff-raff. You didn’t deny that you were seeing Eddie Munson, but being honest about it didn’t earn you any freedoms during the week. Thankfully your mother would be off with Charles on the weekends while you would be left to your own devices. Fine. So long as you were an angel during weekdays, your weekends could be your own.

Eddie rested his forehead atop yours. He looked so cute with pink cheeks and kiss bruised lips. “To be continued?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, annoyed with your mother more than anything else. Normally you would’ve risked it—say to hell with it and shove Eddie’s hand down your pants and see if he could play you like one of his guitars—but you’d rather suffer now than be locked away like a fairytale princess all weekend. Eddie didn’t seem to mind at all, and told you that you never needed to feel bad for leaving when you had to.

He took great pleasure in dusting your ass off of any dirt and leaves that may have been left behind, and had no shame in sticking his tiny butt out for you to do the same to him as he filled your jacket pockets with the small Indiana fruit.

“You should come by the drama room after Hellfire tomorrow,” he suggested. “At least meet me here. Then we’ll figure out something to do after.“

“Yeah, okay.” You eyed him curiously. “Got any ideas?”

Eddie shrugged, fighting back the ghost of a grin at the corner of his lips. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

——

One thing about Eddie Munson was that he was very loud. You knew this after years of tuning out his soapbox monologues in the background of your daily life. Now that you were actually dating him, you at least felt a little guilty for ignoring his boisterous voice and other insane amount of cacophony coming from the otherside of the drama room door. You weren’t sure what was going on in there, but whatever it was, the Hellfire members sounded downright furious. I was no wonder some of the other students thought they were doing weird shit in there. If you didn’t know any better you were sure someone was getting their organs harvested by the volume and intensity of the screams. Fortunately you were aware that the boys just got way too carried away with their game and couldn’t communicate without yelling at the top of their lungs.

You didn’t have long to wait before the door burst open, letting out a flood of bickering boys in matching shirts flow into the hallway. They didn’t even notice you as the walked right past, yelling and talking over each other with their fingers pointed threateningly in each other’s faces as they unconsciously made their way to the exit, hollering all the way about probability statistics and other words you were only vaguely familiar with after sitting at lunch with them the last week.

Eddie emerged with his arms crossed. “They rolled when they shouldn’t have,” he said. “But they only remember they chose to do it as a team whenever they beat me. When they lose, they act like this.”

He looked exceptionally handsome today. His hair retained more curl than usual framed his face just right. You stood atop your toes to kiss his cheek as a greeting. “I’m sure they’ll sort it out before they make it home. What are we gonna do tonight?”

Eddie fiddled with the hem of the black skirt he requested you wear, the one he claimed was his favorite, before taking your hand in his. “Got a curfew tonight?”

“Probably not,” you mumbled, walking by his side as he led you down the abandoned hallway. “I doubt anyone will be home before Sunday night.”

Eddie nodded. “Hungry?”

“Definitely,” you answered. “I wasn’t sure what you had planned so I haven’t eaten since three.”

“I figure we’ll hang out here for a minute and then maybe get something at the Chop House. How’s that sound?”

“Like you’re spoiling me,” you said sheepishly. The Chop House was a great bar-b-que spot and could easily become pricey because of the meat quality. For him to want to splurge on you was endearing, but you’d be happy even with a Dairy Queen meal. When you told Eddie this, he just shrugged.

“Let me do something fancy,” he blushed. He stopped in front of a door and dug into the depth of the front pocket of his jeans before flashing a dull gold key at you. “Ta-Da!”

It was then that you noticed you were standing in front of O’Donnell’s locked classroom door.

You looked to him in pure shock. “Ed—Eddie you can’t be serious!” you whispered, peering over your shoulder to see if some other after school club or at least a janitor was lurking around. “We’ll get caught!”

He shoved the key into the knob, laughing heartily. “By who? Mort leaves early on Fridays. He knows I’m not going to do anything to get him in trouble.”

“Mort?” you questioned.

“The janitor. He’s been here forever. Great guy. Gave me the key without question when I asked for it.” Eddie turned the knob and pushed the door open, revealing a very weird and unnatural sight of O’Donnell’s class after dark. The lack of sunlight and the blinds being pulled shut made it far less welcoming than usual—not that it was ever your favorite place to begin with.

You walked in slowly, trying to calm your nerves when you heard Eddie shut and lock the door behind you. You realized what he was offering you—the chance to make one of your dreams come true. It seemed a little silly that he would take it serious enough to get the key from the janitor to make it happen, but at the same time, sweet that he cared enough to do that for you. And most of all, downright exciting that you were about to do something so sinful on your teacher’s desk. It would be your dirty secret with him. Every time you were together in this class you would both be the only ones to know what transpired here.

Eddie looked at you with a raised brow, silently asking if you would indulge in this now shared fantasy.

How could you say no? Not that you wanted to turn him down. It would sure turn your dream into a cherished memory. And with how much you were having to stop yourself from jumping his bones every time you were with him? Now was as good a time as any. With a smile, you nodded in confirmation.

Eddie must not have thought you’d go for it, because he whooped and jumped about a mile in the air when you moved a couple of things on O’Donnell’s desk out of the way before taking your mark at the front of it.

Eddie walked up behind you, and even though you knew what was coming, butterflies flew into a frenzy within your stomach when his breath hit your ear.

He said your name so slippery smooth that it made your face warm up. “You’re pretty smart, right? Think you could help me out with something?”

You spared a cool glance over your shoulder. “Depends. What do I get out of it?”

Eddie patted the breast pocket of his leather jacket. “Couple bucks and a wooler for answers on tonight’s homework. What’d’ya say?”

You scoffed in his face and turned away. “I say get lost.”

Eddie let out an exaggerated groan before stepping closer to you, his lips so touching the shell of your ear with every word he spoke. “What if I offered you something else? Something I know you’ll like?”

A chill ran up your spine at the rasp in his voice. “Yeah? And what would that be?”

Eddie slid his hands to your hips, pressing himself flush against you. “You’ll just have to let me show you.”

You let him turn you around and sit you atop the desk, chills of excitement rippling across your skin as his lips collided with yours. He’d gotten so much better at this—moving his mouth against yours—slipping his tongue through your parted lips to lick so sensually into your mouth. With no need to play coy, you made space for him between your thighs, pulling him by the heavy chain of his wallet until his hips slotted perfectly against yours—both of you groaning at the contact. He was already hard, making it much easier to find relief when you rocked against him.

He tasted of the Mountain Dew he had during his game, and the flavor of something so uniquely Eddie that you’d become accustomed to and learned to crave along with the rest of him. You loved the way he cupped your face with both of his hands, so gentle and soft and a direct contradiction as to how he was hungrily nipping at your bottom lip—almost claiming you all for himself.

You whined in protest when he pulled away from you, but quickly found solace in the feeling of his mouth biting down your neck, behind your ear and at your collar bone.

“Lie back,” he said, taking his hands off of you for just a moment to remove his leather jacket.

You did as he said, the nerves in your stomach starting to tighten as you’d never had this done to you before. No one had offered and you were too afraid to ask, but Eddie didn’t balk or act disgusted when you brought up this part of the dream. Still, you were nervous about having him that close to your sex, and the anxiety over it only got worse when he slid your underwear down your legs. You instinctively covered your face with your hands when the cloth stuck to your center from already being saturated with need.

But Eddie did not seem to care. In fact, he was down right beaming with unbridled glee. Once you were bare to him, he dropped to his knees, yanked your hips past the edge of the desk so fast you yelped in surprise, placed his shoulders beneath your thighs, and dragged his tongue in a firm flat line all the way up your slit.

“Jesus!” you jumped.

Eddie wasn’t deterred. The cheeky bastard grinned and repeated the action much slower this time, giving you a chance to ease into it. Which was much different than your last encounter. Eddie seemed to have really slipped into his role. Last time you had sex he was a stumbling, red faced mess. Now though he seemed much more confident in his movements. It made him all the more desirable.

Eddie didn’t give you the chance to be self conscious about anything. He was having the time of his life down there—licking, sucking, nipping, swirling. Experimenting with pressure, speed, and rhythm. Eddie was always vocal about everything and sex was no different. What was different was how much he seemed to love making out with your pussy by the absolute ruckus he was making—moaning and humming into you with his eyes closed. Looking almost drunk as if he was harvesting nectar directly from the fruit of life itself.

His hands looked so sexy gripping the fat of your thighs as he held you tightly to his face. You threaded your fingers in his hair and started to steer him where the need was greatest. He followed enthusiastically, listening to queues of the change in pitch and volume of your vocals until he hit the right combination of pressure and speed and god did it feel good. Every steady swipe of his tongue right where you wanted it elicited a moan from you so loud that it made you forget to care about the sloppy sounds Eddie was making.

Your grip on his hair tightened as your hips took a mind of their own and steadily rocked against his tongue. The coil in your abdomen was already constricting tightly, but you couldn't help but chase the vibrations from his humming as it nudged you closer towards the edge.

But what finally did you in was when Eddie dropped one of his hands from around your thighs and slipped his thick fingers into you. The stretch alone made your knees drop open further for him, and when he started to stroke the ridged patch inside of you just right? Your blood was so hot you were sure you were going to boil from the inside out.

Head lolling side to side with your grip holding him hostage against you, you lost yourself in the fiery jolts of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Babbling a chorus of ‘Oh, god—! Yes! There! Eddie!’ while your hips bucked wildly against his face and your knees trembled uncontrollably until the taut cord deep within your abdomen shattered into a thousand pieces. Swirling your vision and sending the last bit of air in your lungs out in a huff as your body went from painfully rigid to completely boneless.

Breathing heavily and working through bleary eyesight, you patted Eddie’s head as a signal for him to stop kissing at your center. Words weren’t coming to you yet, and with lead legs, you dropped them from his shoulders and pawed at his shirt until he stood at his full height.

“What?” he questioned curiously.

You couldn’t reach him without sitting up, and there wasn’t enough strength left in you. Not with how your cunt was still twitching and pulsing, riding the aftershocks of an orgasm that was still sending tingles through your skin. You pointed at the outlines of his hardened cock and whined.

The devilish grin that stretched across Eddie’s lips was downright sinful, gorgeous, and something you’d remember for the rest of your days. Though he tried to play it cool at first, he quickly grew impatient with himself and the adorable dork you saw last time started to shine through. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he yanked his pants down his thighs, and the way he shimmied closer to you would’ve gotten at least a giggle out of you if you weren’t so fucked out at the moment.

“Jesus this is just—“ Eddie breathed, admiring the mess he made of you—with your legs spread open for him, sloppy wet center on full display with your skirt pushed up your waist. To complete the perfect portrait he pushed your shirt over your breasts and pulled your bra down to free your tits just enough to see your nipples. His face reddened immediately, and he licked his lips as his eyes raked over you. Like he didn’t know what sight to drink in first.

As your breathing started to return to normal, so did your vision, but you were still tingling all over and when Eddie lined himself up at your entrance and started to push in, you were once again lit aflame.

Eddie hooked your knees beneath his elbow as an anchor and pushed. “Jeeeeesus fuuuck!” he breathed, throwing his head back as he slipped into you. His hips were flush with yours in one fluid motion, stretching you out in the way you’d been craving since the last time you had him.

He looked so cute like this. Eyes glistening with grateful joy as he watched himself sink into you and back out again, flickering back to watch your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. The way his hands gripped your thighs and let your legs dangle by his sides and he rapidly plowed into you. How his hair hung like a curtain as he watched where your bodies connected—sliding in and out of you at his own pace. If you were calling the shots here, you’d tell him harder. Deeper. Faster. Lean forward and pound into you as hard as he could and fuck you like you wanted. But you got your orgasm, and by the way Eddie’s mouth hung open and the guttural groans coming from him, you knew he wasn’t going to last long. This part could be for him to use you like his fuck tou like you had just used his face the same way.

You put your hand atop of his and squeezed. “Just cum. It’s okay.”

Eddie gave one, two, three, stuttered thrusts before collapsing forward to hide his face in your tits, groaning into them and shooting his load as deep into you as he could. His thrusts becoming more and more feeble before they stopped all together.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie and let him catch his breath in the safety of your chest. Played with his curls and enjoyed the weight of his body on yours while he softened inside you. It felt so much better this way. Not so much the cold and uncomfortable desk under your ass, but your heart felt like it was touching his through your chest. Truly connected and sharing a moment that you hadn’t before. It would have been nice to stay that way if your back wasn’t hurting.

“I need to stand up,” you informed him with a small nudge.

Eddie unburied his face from your boobs. “But you didn’t cum again,” he frowned.

You gave his pouty mouth a peck, which naturally turned into something deeper as you tasted the remnants of yourself on his lips. But the rumble in your stomach made you pull away.

“I think we can remedy that after dinner. If you want to.”

“Hell yeah I want to!” he exclaimed. “What kind of question is that?”

“Then I suppose we should get out of here,” you suggested with a smile. “I think we both need something to eat.”

It didn’t take but a few minutes to get dressed and hair rearranged so it didn’t look as if anything nefarious went on between you in the unsuspecting classroom. You made sure to put O’Donnell’s desk the way you found it before Eddie shut and locked the door.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” you asked shyly.

Eddie seemed to roll around the answer on his tongue before answering, his cheeks reddening as he did so. “I may have looked into the pages of some romance novels for guidance.”

You grabbed his hand in both of yours before pressing a loud kiss on his cheek. “How sweet of you to study just for me.”

“Did I pass?” he grinned.

“With flying colors, I’d say,” you answered cheerily.

Hand in hand you walked together down the hallway, a smile stretched from ear to ear. While he may have been different from how you imagined him, Eddie Munson was indeed the man of your dreams.

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