#xviii. queue

[prettybrawler]

eddie with his whole chest: birds aren’t real

" i find zero flaws in this argument, continue good sir. "

[prettybrawler]

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[prettybrawler]

“  i just think you deserve a bigger penis than that. ” 

the blondes laugh was abrupt, a sound that came out of his chest in such a surprised carefree way that it was nothing but genuine amusement. out of all the things he expected her to say after making her cum for who knows how many times, that was not something he considered. he sauntered back to bed with a glass of water and puffy cheetos from the kitchen, not the best aftercare snack but it made her happy.

" i think we might get into the uncomfortable territory real fast, baby girl, " caed hummed. " but i appreciate the yelp review."

[prettybrawler]

“ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “

CAED WAS A HEDONIST and an addict. two traits that promised an untimely end yet he had no intention rectifying the bad behavior. on the contrary, he enjoyed the feeding his vices. especially when it earned him an opportunity like cassie howard. she was beautiful in that girl next door way, all big doe eyes and pouty lips. she smelled like sugar, tempting him to lick it off her skin the moment she approached him at the party.

caed didnt ask questions, didnt wonder why she chose to approach him now. they ran in different social circles, only ever intersecting at rich kid parties. he might be trailer trash, but he was a good time and girls knew it. so he couldnt give less of a fuck about the whys when she led him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. he had been poured four shots on top of the pills in his system, leaving him feeling good with an ache to feel someones hands on his body.

but first — he stood between the girls knees where she sat on the end of the bed, capturing her lips in a slow savoring kiss. he licked into her mouth, chasing the taste of liquor on her tongue as he guided her back to lay down. hands glided up her thighs, pushing her dress up with them.

" show me, " those two syllables rumbled out of his chest against her mouth. he took one of her hands as he lowered himself to his knees, guiding her fingers south with him. he was already half hard in his jeans, his hungry gaze taking in the sight of her panties stretched over her center. unable to help himself, he leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue over the fabric.

"—tell me what you think about, pretty girl, " he hummed, his mouth still so close to where she needed him. not yet. he brought her fingers to his lips, running his tongue over the pad of her pointer and middle then placing them at her apex. he had every intention of watching her get herself off, getting herself into a frenzy before he made her do it all again.

[prettybrawler]

[ silence ] — your muse forces my muse to be quiet

song to read to

EDDIE WAS A HABIT HE COULDNT KICK. ever since they had that silly make out session for seven minutes in heaven, caed found that he kinda liked the guy. it wasnt easy trying to figure out who slipped out of the closet in the tiny town of hawkins so he wasnt going to waste the clandestine discovery. that same week the troublemaker could be found at the freaks table, standing out among the nerds with nothing less than his usual charm and rather dangerous presence. one thing led to another and now . . .

the bass vibrated off the graffitied walls around them, tucked into a dark corner behind the hideaway stage. seeing eddie on stage, his body taunt as he played his guitar, sweat dripping down his brow. when corroded coffin had finished their last song, caed had been backstage to meet his favorite metalhead. the next band went on just as the blonde had pulled the boy into the shadows. there was a second black curtain, used to cover up the extra stands, lights and systems.

" shhh, now you cant be giving us away, pretty boy, " he hummed into eddies ear. caeds hand covered the guitarists mouth, keeping his moans and cries muffled. there was little chance anyone could hear them over the drums and riffs but he took pleasure in the whimpers and mewls he felt against his palm. his other hand was wrapped around the boys cock, stroking him in time with every short hard thrust of his hips. god, he wanted to be inside him the moment he walked onto the stage.

the curtain was cracked open enough that they could see the band playing from behind with the wall at their backs, all the light being front and centered allowed them to be shrouded in darkness until the back light were brought up. caed wanted to bend him over the speaker and fuck him until thighs shook and his knees gave out. but it wasnt the place for that.

" the freak getting fucked like the rock star, in front of a crowd and no one even knows, " the blonde growled. if he timed it right, he might be able to let him scream out his pleasure during the applause.

[prettybrawler]

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[prettybrawler]

[ hair ] — my muse pulls your muse’s hair ( from nance ! )

song to read to

HE WAS PRETTY SURE THIS COULD BE HIS NEW PASTIME. the school had let out hours ago, the only ones left behind were whatever clubs had their after school activities. he was supposed to be hanging around while eddie was doing his fantasy game thing, heading to the hideaway for a show afterwards. he had wandered the halls, finding his way into the school newspaper room. somehow he had talked his way into their fold and, well, into hers. every thursday.

his fingers bit into the soft flesh of her ass and hip, her knees pressed into the leather of his backset. his own long legs were bent, slightly propped up on the door so that he could lay across the seat, his head nestled between her thighs. with her hands on the roof of the car and the back of the seat, he rocked her hips against his face without a moments hesitation. he ate her like he was starving and she was his first meal in days, licking and sucking, taking communion at the alter she provided him.

he found what made her legs shake, what pulled those beautiful mewls and moans from her lips with each flick of his tongue. he committed her taste to memory, moaning against her so she could feel the vibration of his baritone. his erection pressed against the inside of his jeans, straining against the fabric for attention but he didnt care. not when she said his name and grabbed his hair with both hands. he could only moan again at the mix of pain and pleasure, sucking on that bundle of nerves that needed his attention.

when her thighs quivered, he pressed his face into her more, feeling her essence drip down his chin like melting ice cream. there was a voice in the back of his head telling him he needed to breathe yet he rocked her harder against him, diving his tongue inside her to sample everything she had for him.

if he suffocated, what a way to go.