Soundtrack to Disaster
Chapter XXXI: I Never Wanted To Make You Go
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songs for this chapter: miss missing you by fall out boy, cutting my fingers off by turnover, why we ever by hayley williams
chapter tags: little angst, LOTTA FLUFF, smut MDNI (dry? humping, couch sex, unprotected p in v, slight dirty talk? r looooves eddies hands) pet names (baby, darlin’, princess, sweetheart etc), LOTS of lore drops, flashback, soft!eddie, fem!oc!reader, alcohol/weed use, reader a horn dog and we love her.
a/n: i took a whole month off of writing before starting this chapter so i could go back and make sure there weren't too many unsolvable plot holes. needless to say it might be a little bit longer before this story is completely wrapped up. thanks for sticking with me tho, if you have been!
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“We have brought you both here today,” you begin, gesturing across the corner booth of Benny’s to your friends as you press your leg against Eddie’s, “to finally tell you what’s been going on between us.”
Robin scoffs, leaning back into the booth. Steve rolls his eyes before speaking
“C’mon, Bee. You think we’re stupid?”
“Excuse me?” “We know what’s going on. We’ve known since Eddie got back what this would be!”
You frown at your friends, crossing your arms defensively. “Says the one who genuinely believed that I was dating Jason fucking Carver of all people just a few days ago.”
Steve purses his lips but doesn’t retort.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. Anyway,” You glance at Eddie, who’s sitting on the edge of the booth inspecting his hands like he’s never seen them before. Your heart lurches. “We figured we owe you an explanation.”
“Go on, then. Explain.” Robin gestures widely to you and Eddie. “The floor is yours.” You can tell she’s frustrated, but you catch the hint of a smirk twitch on her face before she stifles it by biting her bottom lip. You huff, but before you can give your long, too-detailed recounting of the last few weeks, Eddie speaks for the first time since the four of you sat down.
“I’m sorry I upended your lives by coming back,” Eddie begins, hands clasped tightly together. You can feel his leg bouncing next to you under the table. “I know you guys had a hard time with it, all of you,” he glances at you, including you in the apology. “And I wasn’t the most mature about the whole thing. But I want to stop running, I want to tell you guys everything about what happened in Vermont and why I came back, but it’s gonna take me a long time to get there. I can tell you, however, that Bee and I are madly in love and you may resume your gloating and told-you-so’s now.” Eddie beams, grin wide and devilish when he looks at you. There’s a loaded silence that follows Eddie’s speech, where you look from him to your two friends sitting, mouths agape and eyes wide.
“Well?” You probe.
Steve is the first to speak. “Does Hopper really have a bunker?”
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Summer after Eddie Graduates (as told by Eddie)
“C’mon, son, you aren’t really thinkin’ of leavin’?” Wayne follows closely behind Eddie as he shoves another black t-shirt into his duffel bag. “I suggested it as a joke, y’know.”
“I gotta, Wayne. I need to get outta this fuckin’ place.”
“You weren’t complainin’ when I took you in, and I’m pretty sure nothin’ ‘bout it’s changed!” Eddie can feel the desperation radiating from his uncle, begging him not to do something stupid.
“It’s not the trailer, it’s this fuckin’ town. Everything here reminds me of–” He stops, looking his uncle fully in the eye only to see the sadness written on his face. “It’s just not good, me being here.”
Wayne sighs, pinching between his eyes. “Just, call me when you’re settled, alright? Better yet, I’ll have Hopper call me himself, wouldn’t wanna give you another opportunity to lie to me.” With that, Wayne leaves Eddie to his packing, letting the flimsy door slam behind him. Eddie groans and finishes packing.
The 860-mile drive takes Eddie two and a half days. It would have taken less time if he’d slept before leaving, like Wayne asked him to, but he decided to be stubborn. Upon pulling onto the dirt road, Eddie feels as though he’s made a huge mistake. Wayne is the only one that knows he left, and Eddie swore him to secrecy.
The plan is to be here for the summer, and get his life back on track. Eddie hadn’t been himself since Chris got arrested last fall, and with Bee off at college there was no reason to stay in Hawkins except to graduate. It’s not like anyone will miss him.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” Hopper throws the door to his cabin open when Eddie gets out of his van. He’s dressed in what looks like a really old Hawaiian-inspired button down and cargo shorts, a pair of sunglasses perched on the back of his head. He’s holding a bottle of Bud Light. “C’mon in, kid, get settled.” From what Eddie can see, it’s a nice place. Hopper lives here with Joyce Byers, apparently to be closer to Will who went to college in Massachusetts, without being too close. Something like that, the details are fuzzy. Eddie grabs his duffel bag and his guitar from the trunk and treks up the stone walkway, into Hopper’s house.
“Beer’s in the fridge, help yourself. Sure you had a long drive, so we’ll start in the morning on, well,” Hopper gestures vaguely to the clearly disheveled, exhausted Eddie.
“Well what?”
“Don’t play dumb, kid. We both know why you’re here. Now, lemme show you where you’ll be sleepin’.” Eddie takes him up on his offer, snagging a sweaty bottle from the refrigerator before following him through the cabin. The room he puts Eddie in isn’t much, but it’s nothing to complain about. Inside sits a twin bed made up with bright white cotton sheets, two fluffy pillows, and a fleece throw the color of grass. The shades are drawn back to reveal a masterpiece of a view: the bright sun streaming in through the branches of the seemingly endless forest.
“Wake up call’s eight AM, can you handle that?”
Eddie scoffs at him. “Pretty sure I can. Thanks, Chief.”
“Call me Jim. Dinner in an hour” Hop- Jim gives Eddie a curt nod, then closes the bedroom door after exiting. Eddie tosses his duffel on the bed and follows it, falling against the soft pillows and immediately feeling more at ease.
This will be good, being out in nature. No cell service, no distractions, no triggers. Just me and the birds. Maybe a bear.
Eddie unzips his bag, pulling out a pair of worn-in black sweatpants cut into shorts, and one of his many black t-shirts. He gets dressed, then puts the rest of his clothes into the wooden dresser on the far wall of the room. Next to it sits the door to his own bathroom, one Jim–or more likely Joyce– seems to have stocked with travel sized shampoo and conditioner. A nice thought, Eddie feels, even though that shit would not be doing his hair any favors.
Eddie’s first wake up call is brought to him in the form of an overly eager retired police chief charging into his room, yelling at the top of his lungs.
“UP AND AT ‘EM, BOY, IT’S TIME TO MOVE. NO MORE SLEEPIN’ IN TO WALLOW IN YOUR OWN SELF-PITY! WE ARE MOVIN’ AND GROOVIN’, BUDDY!” Jim–it’s still weird calling him that– claps his hands together, causing Eddie to flinch as he presses one of his marshmallow pillows to his exposed ear. Jim pulls it away, throwing it on the floor before yanking Eddie into a sitting position.
“Cmon. Quick breakfast and we’re out.”
“Out where?!” Eddie groans, reluctantly tossing the sheet from his body.
“Chores. Cabin takes a lot of upkeep you wouldn’t expect.” Eddie holds his tongue and follows Jim into the kitchen, where three plates of steaming bacon and eggs sit waiting for him.
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Mealtime becomes sacred to Eddie as the weeks go on, mostly because it’s the only time he gets to be awake while also sitting down. Hopper was known in Hawkins as a lazy drunk and not much more, which is probably why he gave Eddie so much slack. Regardless of the speculation, Jim Hopper was anything but lazy when it came to his cabin. This tiny thing in the middle of Vermont wilderness is greedy when it comes to upkeep; Eddie spent the entire first day de-weeding what Jim called his “backyard” which was really just a tangling of bushes he’d planted and a sectioned off home garden of vegetables.
“Feels good,” Jim starts, plopping himself in the deck chair next to Eddie where the fire pit roars in front of him. The flames keep away most of the mosquitos while Eddie’s cigarette picks up the slack.
“The fire? Yeah, guess so.”
“No, ‘m talkin’ about the work we did today.”
Eddie shrugs. “It’s gonna take some getting used to.” His limbs, neck, and back all ache, and there’s still dirt in his nostrils even after showering.
Jim gives him a friendly slap on the back. “I understand that, I was never the outdoorsy type before coming out here.”
“What changed?”
The old man scoffs. “A lot. As I’m sure a lot has for you. Hopefully this place can help you come to peace with that.” Eddie can only nod, knowing if he speaks his voice will break. It’s been really hard, the last two years spent exhausting himself to graduate only to run away the second he could. Everything in Hawkins reminds him of you, of before everything went to complete shit, and he can’t handle it anymore.
“Cmon, kid. Dinner’s almost done.” Jim snaps Eddie back to the present, and his thoughts of you subside for the moment. He follows, letting the fire burn itself out.
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It’s another mundane day, about a month later, when Joyce approaches him while he’s stocking the pantry after a shopping trip.
“Not that we don’t love having you here, Eddie,” she starts, and Eddie stops his chore to turn and look at her, sitting at the kitchen table. “But, when do you think you’ll, y’know, move on from here?” There’s no judgement, not a single implication in her voice, but Eddie’s heart stings. He has officially overstated his invitation.
“Oh, I guess as soon as I can pack my stuff, if that’s— “
Joyce waves her hand rapidly to stop his bumbling. “No, no. I mean, from whatever it is that’s gnawing at you. Whatever the thing that brought you here is. You’re still clinging to it.”
Perceptive woman. “Oh. Well, uh, I mean,” what a complex question to ask him, truly.
“You wanna talk about it?”
And god, he really does. Eddie takes the chair across from her and throws himself into it, sighing dramatically. “How much has Hop already told you?” Hopper had finally seceded to Eddie calling him by his last name, only insisting he drop the “mister.”
“Well, I know you and your buddy—Chris? Stole a police officer’s car. I know that he got in trouble and you got let off with a warning, and I know you’ve been going through hell since then. I just can’t figure out why.”
“Is the guilt of getting my friend in trouble not enough?”
Joyce shakes her head. “It doesn’t make sense with the way you’ve been handling, or not handling, it. Chris was a troublemaker, I’m sure he knew his days were numbered. He knew he could help you out. There’s no reason to be ashamed of having someone cover for you, especially if it means keeping your record clean a little longer”
“Maybe not in most cases, but there’s a special shame that comes with sending your best friend’s big brother to prison.”
This gives Joyce pause, and she leans back in her chair causing it to creak. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Are you referring to Bee?” Joyce knew everyone in Hawkins, and of course that meant she knew you.
“Yeah. She hasn’t talked to me since he was sentenced.” Two years now, and he still has to fight not to pick up the phone.
“Have you called her?”
“I did, in the beginning. But I figured she wanted space. And then she left for college, and I haven’t heard from her since. I don’t blame her, it’s not like I’m making the effort either. But I miss her, as much as I ever have. It doesn’t stop and I couldn’t stay in that town where everything reminds me of something we did together, or something she said, or the way her fucking hair smells.” He drops his head into his hands, feeling Joyce’s pitiful stare on the top of his head.
“Does she know?” Her voice is quiet, like she knows she’s not supposed to bring up the subject.
“What, where I am?” Eddie shakes his head. “No one does, except Wayne. And he doesn’t talk to people.”
“No, I meant, does she know that you’re in love with her?”
Eddie can’t help but snap his head back to Joyce, who’s looking at him like he’s a lost kid in a department store. “What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries.” Joyce waves her hands at him, like she’s trying to disperse the words she just said. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“It’s okay, it feels good to have someone else know about it.” Eddie huffs, gaze drifting back to his hands, clasped together tightly. “No, I don’t think she knows. If she does, it’s not because I told her. I wanted to tell her, before any of this happened. We were just such good friends and I was so scared to ruin that. Then I ruined it regardless, in the worst possible way.”
“I bet she’d forgive you, if you just explained everything. Does she know Chris told you to rat him out?” Eddie only shakes his head again. “Maybe you should tell her. When you’re ready.”
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Present day
Bee
“Turns out it took me way too long to be ready.” Robin and Steve stare at him blankly as you inspect your hands on the table, trying to absorb everything Eddie’s just confessed to. The whole time. Eddie left for you, because he figured he destroyed your friendship when, in your mind, his leaving had been the thing to hurt the most.
“Excuse me.” You rush from the booth, weaving through waitresses and customers to the bathroom, tucked into a corner next to the kitchen doors. Luckily, it’s an empty, single person bathroom, and you have the privacy to let a wrecked sob loose from your throat. The tears start flowing as you sit on the lidded toilet, ripping a wad of toilet paper from the roll to wipe your runny nose. It’s barely five minutes before there’s a knock on the door.
“Sweetheart? You in there?” Eddie’s voice is low enough that you could pretend you don’t hear it, but the way it cracks compels you to respond.
“Yeah.” You sniff. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
“Can I come in?”
“Okay.” You’d left the door unlocked. Eddie turns the knob and enters, face falling when he sees what must be your flushed cheeks and puffy eyes. He clicks the lock into the knob before approaching you.
“Oh, baby, what’s wrong? What’d I say?” Despite the questionable level of cleanliness, Eddie kneels in front of where you sit on the toilet, taking one of your hands in his.
“Nothing, you didn’t say a thing.” You sniffle again, resting your free hand on his cheek. “It just makes me so sad, hearing that I caused you to leave. I thought you left to get away from me. I spent all that time mad at you for leaving, when you left for me. How fucked up is that!” You laugh despite yourself, and Eddie’s sad pout quivers slightly. “I never wanted you to go away, Eddie. I shouldn’t have let you. I should have called, or reported you as a missing person or something.” You’ll spend probably the rest of your life thinking of the should-have’s, knowing it’s your fault he left in the first place.
“Baby,” Eddie frees your hand to hold your face. You can feel the callouses on his palms, his fingertips, and they soothe you. “I left because I was a coward. I was too afraid to fix things, and you had every right to be mad at me. You still do, you know.”
You shake your head, still with his hands on your cheeks. “No, no. I’m tired of being angry. It has taken so much of our time, I don’t wanna give it any more. I forgive you.” You mean it. You’re tired, and you’re ready to be done with all the confusion and pain caused by Eddie leaving and returning to you.
“Okay. I can get behind that. I was never angry, though.”
“Oh, c’mon, not even a little?” You chuckle, but it still sounds thick with your tears.
He shakes his head. “Nope, not even a little. Not at you, anyway. I was pretty pissed at Chris, though.”
“Speaking of… when do we tell him about us?”
“Ugh, later. I’m tired of talking.” Eddie stands and offers out a hand to help you follow him. You do, and he leads you both back to the booth where Steve’s paid the check.
“You okay, Beebz?” Robin inspects your wordless response skeptically before ultimately letting it go. “Right, okay. Well, you guys wanna come to ours? Video games, drinks?”
You look at Eddie, and he shrugs. “Sounds good to me.”
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The group hang session turns into more when Nancy and Jonathan come through with armfuls of drinks and bags of chips. Steve and Eddie are yelling at each other as some RPG blares through the entertainment center speakers. You, Robin, and Nancy are crowded around the snacks in the kitchen as Jonathan rolls a joint on the counter.
“So, you guys are like, together? Like, finally?” Nancy tosses another potato chip into her mouth, eyes wide as you and Robin take turns filling her in on the last few days.
You nod. “Yeah, I guess so. Makes me feel like a fuckin’ idiot, taking this long.”
Nancy laughs, waving you off. “Took Jonathan and I way longer than it should have, too. Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy the time you do get to spend together. Hopefully that means forever, for you guys. I always thought you two were cute together.”
You roll your eyes as Robin snickers at you. “Why are you laughing? You’re the queen of silent pining, don’t give me shit!” You make it a point to look at Nancy again to show Robin what you’re talking about. You feel only mildly bad, making fun of her for falling for the straightest-girl-on-earth, but all’s fair in love and war, or whatever.
“I’ll have you know, I like to pine silently! No risk in being a yearner in private.” Robin crunches down on a chip angrily and you laugh.
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Eddie
“Aw, c’mon! I thought we had that!” Steve groans, throwing his controller down into his lap as the TV screen replays the death of his and Eddie’s characters.
“I’m over this, we’ll finish the level later.” Eddie starts clicking buttons to save the game.
“So…” Steve starts, and Eddie side eyes him. “You and Bee, huh? Crazy stuff.”
“What are you getting at, Harrington?” There’s a weird tone to Steve’s voice. Probing.
“What? I’m not getting at anything, man! Just, I’m happy for you, that’s all.”
“Uh huh. Sure. Now tell me what you’re actually thinking before I smack you with this.” Eddie holds up his own controller for emphasis.
“Whoa, chill. I think you guys are great. That’s it! I swear, I’m not trying to step on your toes, or hers, or whatever. I just don’t get how you guys took so fuckin’ long to get here.
“We didn’t. I did. I explained that. If I had just been a normal guy, I could’ve told her I liked her the second I figured it out, or even any other time after that.”
“Yeah, I guess. You promise you’re not gonna leave her high and dry again?” Steve tries to sound stern, like your big brother without the criminal record.
“Relax. I’m not goin’ anywhere any time soon. I’ll leave her high but never, ever dry if you catch my drift.”
“Good. Great, that’s disgusting. And hey, Ed?”
“What?”
“I’m really happy for you, man. Both of you.”
“Yeah, yeah. How much money did you make today?”
Steve bursts into laughter. “Like, two hundred bucks!”
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Bee
Eddie, having a much higher tolerance for alcohol than you, drives you and your car back to your apartment. He walks you up the flights of stairs and to your door, ready to leave you there when you invite him in.
“Please? I can drive you home or to work or whatever tomorrow, jus’ don’t wan’ you t’leave.” Your words string together, barely coherent.
“Don’t have to convince me, darlin’. I’m wherever you are, whenever you want me.” Eddie follows you inside without a second thought.
“Y’re sooo cheesy.” You giggle, hiccuping a bit. “Say more.”
Eddie stops following you as you fall into the couch cushions, immediately yanking your sweatshirt from your form. You pat the spot next to you as you wiggle your eyebrows, and Eddie breaks into the softest smile you’ve seen.
“More, huh? Well, have I told you about the Princess?”
Despite your state, your eyes widen at the mention of the figurine you immediately recall. “No! I’ve been wondering about it. I saw–” You stop. You probably weren’t supposed to see anything. “Never mind.”
Eddie takes a step toward you, still not sitting down. “No, finish that thought. What did you see?”
Your brain feels fuzzy. You didn’t even drink that much! “Well, you showed me the figurine on your dresser before, and like, I played her when we were kids. You said you made her for me. That’s all I know.”
Eddie nods. “Originally, yeah. She was your character, even though princesses in D&D aren’t, like, an actual class. You were actually a Bard. Obviously.”
“Weren’t you a Bard though?”
Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, you can have more than one Bard.”
“So you just yes-man’d me that whole time?” You’re unreasonably upset with this new knowledge.
“Doesn’t that track with, like, everything else you’ve come to know about me today, though? How was I supposed to mansplain to you when you were so cute in your overalls and your stupid sparkly sneakers? I’d let you be a goddamn polar bear if that’s what you’d wanted. The guys absolutely hated me for it when we used to play in Gareth’s garage. And anyway, there’s more to that than you know.”
“Oh?”
Finally, Eddie sits down next to you, leaving no space between your body and his. You take this opportunity to fold into him, leaning your head on his chest as he puts his feet up on your coffee table. “I started, like, writing you into my campaigns. Sometimes I’d write ones I’d never plan on showing to anyone, never even planned on playing just because I liked to, I dunno, fuckin’ daydream or some weird shit. Sorry, that’s so weird. Probably like, six month anniversary material but it’s too late now. Do you want me to go? I can walk home.”
“Would you shut up, oh my god.” You throw your leg over his lap, keeping him from rising from the couch. “You’re not going anywhere. That’s the cutest thing I think I’ve ever heard.”
“You’re fucking with me. There is no way you find that cute and not like, really creepy.”
You shake your head, nuzzling further into the fabric of his t-shirt. “Nope. I think it’s sweet. I might tease you about it for the rest of your life, though.”
“If that means you’ll be here to do that, I have no complaints on the subject.”
You look up at him, and he’s already scanning your face, from your eyes to your lips where he lingers, unblinking, mouth slightly open, tongue peeking from its corner. Impatient, you lean toward him and he follows easily, his lips slotting between yours. He’s soft, pliable in your mouth as you part your lips and slide your tongue across his bottom lip. It earns you a muffled groan, Eddie’s hand travelling from your jaw, down your side, and landing on your waist. He tugs slightly, shifting you onto his lap where you straddle him, his newly freed hand coming to rest on your other hip. You roll into him, feeling the stiffness through his jeans, and pull a deeper moan from him. His grip on you tightens when you do it a second time, slower, savoring the way his breath shakes as he exhales.
“I’m still really, really sorry, by the way.” You don’t cease your movements, and barely separate from his mouth to speak. You can feel him, exhaling into your mouth now. “I should’ve figured out where you went.”
Even through his bliss, Eddie’s conscious enough to respond. “No, baby, please don’t let yourself think like that. I needed to go, I had to get my shit together so I could be, I dunno, good enough for you. It shouldn’t have taken as long as it did– shit, sweetheart you’re gonna kill me.” You’re shifting in a way to cause Eddie to lose his train of thought entirely. “Keep doin’ that, baby.”
You oblige, rotating your hips as you press down onto Eddie’s crotch, the seam of your own jeans causing jolts of pleasure through your center at the contact.
“Eddie?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, airy and desperate.
“Yeah, baby?” He’s moved to mouth at your throat, and you lean your head to the side so he can get better access.
“I thought about you a lot. Y’know, when you were gone. I tried not to, but sometimes I couldn’t help it.”
“Oh?” He’s listening, but his teeth sinking into your skin makes it hard for you to keep talking.
“Yeah. Especially when I was alone, which was a lot in college, y’know? Had a single dorm and everything.”
He freezes, but only for a second before he pulls your body closer so your chest is flush with his, both heaving as you breathe. “What exactly did you think about me then?” He moves to your shoulder, pulling at the fabric of your t-shirt collar until it’s out of his way enough to nip at your skin.
“As angry as I was, I was definitely hornier than that. And depressed enough that I didn’t really go on dates in college. I could really only get off when I was thinking about you. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, you’re never gonna let me live it down.”
“Damn right I’m not, keep going.” His voice is more demanding now, still low, still crooning, but deeper. You feel his fingers fumbling with the button of your jeans, and you reach down to help him. Once he gets you free of the clasp he pulls your fly down, making quick work of sliding his hand into your pants, still over your underwear as you grind against his palm. “Tell me what you did, when you were all alone, thinkin’ about me.”
A moan slips from your lips as you feel his fingers circle against your clit, the fabric of your underwear quickly soaking through.
“I’d touch myself, obviously. But I was too afraid of someone in the hall hearing me, so I only used my hand. It was miserable, and I had no– fuck– no idea what you felt like then, so I let my brain run wild with ideas.” Your hips have picked up speed, bucking against his hand as you recall your college days spent alone, hand in your pants as you tried to remember the way Eddie looked shirtless at Steve’s pool parties in high school.
“What were your favorites of these, um, ideas?” Eddie’s teasing you now, toying with the elastic of your panties while his other hand kneads into the skin of your hip, thumb tracing circles on your stomach. “Maybe we can see if I live up to your imagination.”
You can’t help but snort. “You’ve already exceeded my imagination. But, ah, I used to wonder how your fingers felt, with the rings and everything. I wanted to feel them making dents in my thighs while you had your head between my legs. Normal stuff.” You can barely focus on what you’re saying when Eddie tugs your underwear to the side before sliding a finger through your folds.
“Mhm, what else?” Your eyes are fluttering when he slips his digit into your hole without any resistance, causing you to clench around him.
“I thought about your voice a lot, I used to really like watching you on stage and I guess it was kind of a thing for me. I imagined how it would feel when you grabbed me, held me, and if your guitar skills transferred to– ah! Other things.”
“Other things like… this?” Eddie slips a second finger inside you, adjusting his position so he can get the rest of his hand in your underwear. His thumb finds your clit and your whole body twitches, brain starting to fog.
“Yeah, fuck,”
Eddie keeps his steady pace, somehow keeping you on the edge with one hand while his other squeezes into the small space between his legs and yours to unbutton his jeans. To move things along, you reluctantly separate from Eddie to pull the layer of denim from your legs, throwing your jeans to the floor. Eddie, meanwhile, shimmies his own pants from his waist, letting them drop to his ankles before haphazardly kicking them off with his shoes. He barely has time to adjust his seat before you’re back on him, less layers between you. Thin cotton, your own and his, dampens as you grind on Eddie’s lap, feeling his cock twitch desperately as it catches between your folds.
“Baby, you’re killin’ me, I need these to come off.” Eddie’s tugging at your waistband again and you let him push your underwear off, not even bothering to try pocketing them and instead letting them disappear into the couch cushions. His own boxers only make it halfway down his thighs before he’s pulling you back again, lining his weeping cock up with your dripping hole. You make sure to watch his face when he enters you, relishing in the contorting muscles of his neck, eyebrows furrowed together, fully blissed out.
The stretch is easy, second nature to you now, but still so sweet how much it burns. Hips stuttering, you start to ride him, feeling his cock slip deeper with each forward roll of your hips. You whine, hands flying to his chest to grab hold of his shirt to keep yourself grounded as he meets your movements, hips bucking into you in synchronicity with your rhythm.
“Keep talkin’ honey, I didn’t say you could stop. What else?”
“Well,” You sound pathetic, voice airy and blissed out. “I would look for you in everyone I did go out with. Girls, guys, anyone. I wanted them to have something that reminded me of you. I used it as an excuse, that I had a type you fit, not that my only type w-was you. It made me feel ridiculous, but I– mmmph– I couldn’t help it.”
“You ever find someone that fit?”
You shake your head. Your brain is dulling to a lovely buzz, like everything else around you has been paused. There’s only you, and Eddie, and the heat between you. “Of course not. Nothing that was even close.”
“You know I thought about you, too?” Eddie’s voice drops, low and teasing. “Every day, every night. Hopper told me it would get better, but it only got worse. You were the first thing in my head the moment I woke up, the last thing I thought of before bed.”
Though you want him to keep talking, you practically fall into him, your mouth on his before he can prepare himself. The kiss is sloppy, tongues fighting for control as his grip on you tightens, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he continues fucking into you, causing the wet schlicking sounds between your bodies to get louder. The backs of your knees are sweating as Eddie runs his hands up your torso, riding your shirt up to rest just below your breasts. You feel his fingertips trace the underwire of your bra to the center of your back, where he unclasps your bra without a fight, taking it along with your shirt up and off your frame.
“Thought about you just like this.” He’s awestruck, unable to take his eyes off your heaving chest, hands already kneading the flesh as your head drops backwards. “Couldn’t do much about it, obviously, sharing a thin wall with who I’d consider practically family, but I made do. I could never do you justice, I know that now.” He leans forward, slipping impossibly deeper inside of you as his lips find your nipple, pulling a desperate moan from deep in your chest. Your hand falls easily into his curls, gripping at his scalp while his tongue toys with your pebbled bud.
“Can feel you, darlin’, I know you’re close. You wanna cum?”
Your response is barely audible, but you make sure to at least nod to get your point across.
Eddie moves his hand between your bodies again, thumb finding your clit as you clench around his cock, twitching.
“That’s it baby, let go. So pretty when you come on my cock, c’mon.” His encouragement is everything you need to fall apart, voice shattering as you see white, the coil in your belly snapping as your body lurches with pleasure. Eddie is close behind, hips stalling as his rhythm falters before burying himself to the hilt, releasing ropes of sticky white that you feel paint your walls before dripping down your thighs. As he softens, you both catch your breath, sweaty and exhausted, and you plant messy kisses all over his neck and chest.
“Better than you imagined?” You tease, nuzzling into his neck as he tries to pull out without making you flinch.
“Yeah, fuck. So much better.” Eddie chuckles, wrapping his arms tightly around your sweaty back. “You?”
“God, yeah.”