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Billy had no idea why he fucking hated Eddie Munson so much. Well yes, he knew why, but he couldn’t find a specific reason, there were too fucking many. Eddie pranced about wearing women’s clothes with his stupid long fucking hair and his painted nails like some kind of faggot, just existing in the same shithhole town as Billy. Billy hated the man, and his stupid curly hair and those ridiculously huge eyes and the kind mouth that should be on a girl. If Eddie had been a girl, Billy knew he would have been all over her.
From day one, he would have taken Eddie as his, if Eddie had been a girl. Long curly hair, eyes like that, a mouth made for sucking his dick, a waist small enough that Billy may be able to wrap his big hands around it, long slim limbs, smooth pale skin, and a taste in music to die for. So what if she would have liked that stupid fucking nerd shit, Billy could’ve trained it out of her.
But no, Eddie Munson was a fucking man.
And it wasn’t fucking fair to Billy.
In between Steve, with that stupid hair and his freckles and golden skin and Eddie with his doe eyes and plush mouth, Billy was being driven out of his mind. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch them or bite them, all he knew is that they both had gotten under his skin in the worst fucking sort of way and it set his teeth on edge, it felt like he was holding a razor blade against his gums, and could slice himself to ribons without thinking. Steve was bad enough, but Billy knew what Steve looked like naked. He hadn’t even seen the dude’s collarbones and Billy was like a man possessed. Some stupid, traitorous hidden hindbrain of his whispered that he bet that Eddie had pretty collarbones, and possibly his chest was dusted with freckles.
He ground the filter of the cigarette between his teeth as he watched Eddie leave the school. He skipped over the parking lot as the other nerds headed off to whatever fucking testube nerds crawl out of. He watched from inside his Camaro as Eddie leaned against his van and lit up his own smoke. He knew he was supposed to pick up Max, but she still had half an hour to show or he was leaving her behind. She could skate home in the wet fucking dark for all he cared, Neil was working a double so there was no way Billy was gonna get his ass beat tonight.
Susan didn’t do shit; she was too scared to speak up to his dad so she wouldn’t even look Billy in the eyes. Billy watched in his mirror as Eddie’s pretty mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he dropped his head back, showing off that long, long, delicious-looking neck, as he blew smoke rings into the sky, the wind tussling his chestnut hair in the early spring breeze. Alice Cooper blared through the radio and set a bow to the tightly-strung violin of Billy’s nerves.
Billy’s foot was bouncing on the clutch with his gathering energy. He knew exactly what this was, the coiling, prickling, energy running under his skin like ants on a trail. He knew he either needed to feel someone’s teeth hitting his knuckles or his dick sinking into some wet pussy, and there was no pussy to be seen.
So violence it was.
Billy hadn’t really understood what people meant when they said they could see storms rolling in, before he moved to the midwest. There were mountains everywhere in California, blocking his vision on all sides, boxing him in, giving him something against his back, something to keep him safe, and they blocked the weather.
So the first time Billy had seen a black thunderhead rolling over the wide open plains, dark as the bruise around his black eye from mouthing off the night before, lit from within by lightning, he understood why people chased storms and described anger like a thunder cloud. It was terrifying, knowing that there was nowhere to hide from the coming onslaught, and Billy had white-knuckled the drive through the worst rainstorm he had ever seen, somewhere in ButtFuck Nebraska, with static on the radio and Max terrified in the passenger seat. He felt the same energy now, as he threw open the door to his Camaro and slammed it shut.
Eddie startled and stared at Billy as he prowled over. His chest was pushed back, head up, blue eyes hard as ice as they met Eddie’s warm coffee ones. Billy had no idea what he was doing, only that he felt like he was going to climb out of his skin with the need to do it. He wanted to bite Eddie, to hit him in the kidney, to see that pretty mouth split in half, to grab him by the hair and make him get on his knees. He reached over and bullied Eddie to the side of his van, the smaller man looking up at him with a fucking smile on his face.
Eddie tried to keep the smile off his face when he saw Billy nearly growling as he hunted Eddie to the side of his van. He knew what was coming; Billy pressing him against a wall, Billy trying to take out his attraction to him with violence and homophobic slurs, and fuck Eddie twice over if he didn’t have something crossed in his head but the knowledge of what was coming made his cock twitch in his jeans.
Billy was a few inches on him with his boots but he was much broader, sculpted with built muscle deliberately by choice whereas Eddie’s own muscle was haphazardly thrown together from heavy gear and no roadies. Eddie liked it. The higher they sat up on that horse, all broad like fucking Marlboro man the more deliciously they fell, right into Eddie’s bed. Preferably ass-up. He looked up at Billy from under his long, long lashes, knowing exactly how he looked.
He looked every inch the pretty, ravishable bottom Billy’s backbrain thought he was. Eddie wasn’t sure if Billy didn’t know about the hanky code, but he was in for a world of change if he thought that Eddie was going to be the one submitting. Just because he was pretty and smaller than Billy doesn’t mean he was going to be the one giving up control.
“Can I help you, Hargrove?” he asked, making sure to use proper pronunciation that highlighted the ‘o’ of his lips around Billy’s last name. It was worth it just to see Billy’s gaze flicker to his mouth.
Oh was Billy boy down bad for him.
“The fuck are you doing?” He snarled, pressing in close. He was close enough now that Eddie was able to smell that musky cologne he drenched himself with, the smoke from his own brand of cigarettes, his hairspray and under it all, the hot summer road and lit match smell that was all Billy’s. It made Eddie want to bury his face in the man’s neck and bite down until he submitted.
“Having a smoke before driving home after leading a fantastic fucking session of Ravenloft, if you must know. What are you doing here?” He asked, looking innocently up at Billy, bringing up his cigarette to his mouth. He watched Billy watch him take a drag on his smoke. Eddie took a moment to inhale and decided to take a chance and roll a metaphorical D20.
He let his mouth just fall open and the smoke slowly waterfall from his lips as he tilted his head softly.
“What about you?” He asked, taking the chance to glance down at Billy’s form, “Why are you here?” and then back up to his eyes. Landed north of fifteen at least.
Billy was staring at his lower lip and he took the chance to swipe his tongue over his own in a quick kitten lick. He wasn’t sure if Billy even knew that he swallowed and his cold blue eyes were swallowed by his pupils. Mentally Eddie was cackling and rubbing his hands together; this breaking storm had been coming for a while. The thunderhead that was Billy Hargove was in his lap, ripe for the chasing. He knew his next action, he just had to have Billy take the bait.
He brought his smoke up for a drag and Billy’s pretty mouth opened wide and he took the metaphorical bait. Billy’s hand reached out and took the smoke from his hand and threw it to the ground, fully pressing himself up against Eddie. He made a point to keep his hips away, pressing that broad chest and shoulders to Eddie’s narrower ones.
Eddie held up his hands and put them on Billy’s broad chest, fluttering them nervously. It was an act, but the ‘straight’ ones had to think they caught him in the trap, not that they were the one being hunted.
“Doesn’t fucking matter.” Billy growled, low and deep. It rumbled through Eddie’s chest and almost ripped a whine from him.
“What’s your fucking problem, man?” He asked, looking up at Billy. “Why the fuck are you stalking me?”
Billy blinked, and then snarled, lunging closer so their noses were nearly touching.
“Why the fuck would I stalk you?” His voice was dripping with loathing and hatred and mocking, all the usual alpha male petty macho high school bullshit he had been dealing with the last three fucking years, but whatever. It was the heat under it that made Eddie’s toes curl in his Vans and heat shoot down his spine.
“You tell me, dude. I’ve seen you watching me, fucking everywhere. The halls, at lunch, at break, in fucking history class, you total prick. I can’t fucking think with you glaring into my fucking skull.” That, at least, was the truth. History was normally something he adored and loved, but he was having a hard time focusing on passing this class (again, for the third motherfucking time) when he could feel Billy undressing him with his eyes a seat behind and to the left.
“I can’t fucking stand you, Munson.” Billy spat out, some of his spit actually landing on Eddie’s face and goddamn that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him so far in his life. Eddie didn’t have to fake the sudden dryness in his mouth or how his hands curled against Billy’s chest, inviting him closer. Billy did just that, pressing close enough now they were sharing breath.
The hatred in his gaze was palpable and it was clear that Billy didn’t know if he wanted to kiss Eddie or punch him. Either way, Billy was going to split his lip and Eddie would just kiss him with a mouthful of blood.
“Yeah? What’s this then?” He rolled that lucky D20 again and grabbed Billy by the belt loops on either side of his hips and collided their hips together.
Nat 20.
There, pressed against Eddie’s own hardness, was Billy’s answering one.
Billy inhaled as if he was punched, his eyes going to Eddie’s lips. “Munson, the fu-”
Eddie shut him up with a kiss.
It was hard and bruising, slamming his mouth into Billy’s, his meager little mustache dragging against Eddie’s own stubble. It took two sickening heartbeats before Billy bit down on his bottom lip, splitting it. Blood filled Eddie’s mouth and he moaned with it as Billy grabbed his hips and slammed him into the side of his van. Billy tilted his head and pursued his mouth, sliding his tongue between Eddie’s lips, running over the bloody cut and making it sting in a way that made Eddie’s cock ache.
Billy kissed like he did everything; with anger and violence. He was intent on devouring Eddie whole, of making sure that he took and took and drained Eddie, leaving him gasping and shaking like a girl.
Too bad Eddie wasn’t a girl.
He reached down and grabbed Billy’s ass and hauled their hips together again, sliding his thigh between Billy’s own and rocking up.
The noise that came out of Billy’s mouth was something he had never made before. It was high-pitched, and whiny, gasping and nearly trilling. It was electric and made Billy’s toes curl in his boots at the sound of his own voice but that was nothing, nothing to the fucking feeling of Eddie’s hand on his ass, Eddie’s mouth on his, and Eddie’s fucking cock pressed against his. A jolt of humiliation seared down his spine from this, from kissing Eddie fucking Munson, hot and heady and he snapped his hips back, slamming Eddie back into the van. The whole vehicle rocked on her shocks, something moving around inside.
“Fucking careful Hargrove, my gear’s in there.” Eddie bitched. Billy didn’t know what that was in there and he didn’t fucking care.
He grabbed Eddie by the jaw and went to bring him in for a kiss, using the same technique that made girls melt and whine against him, going soft and wet as he dominated and controlled them. Eddie just jerked his head to the side, out of his firm grip, and tutted at him.
“Easy big boy, that’s not how this is gonna work.” He cooed.
“You’re not calling the shots here, Munson, I am.”
Billy rolled his hips to demonstrate, again, that he was the one in control and Munson should just fucking roll over and submit if he knew what was good for him. Apparently, Eddie really was as stupid as everyone said he was.
“No, you aren’t. If this,” Eddie gestures between them, “gets out nobody will bat an eyelash about me, but you? Whooo boy Hargrove, a man’s man like you? That’ll take on a whole new meaning.” He grinned, his split lip trickling blood down his chin. Eddie lapped it up and ran his bloody tongue over his fucking mouth.
That damned mouth. And then he kept fucking talking.
“Now, I’m happy to kiss and keep this quiet if you just calm down and let me take control. Be honest Billy, I think I can call you Billy now, do you even know what to do with another guy’s dick?”
The question was just like his father’s belt to his back. Flashes of bronze skin on the beach, the feeling of a stubbled jaw against his, and then cold, being pulled away and then pain. He jerked and tried to pull away, but Eddie, the fucking weasel, had gotten a leg around the back of his calf and held him in place. He couldn’t get away.
When the fuck had he been the one to get trapped?
Billy’s hackles raised on instinct and Eddie shushed him softly, reaching up to gently pet over his chest.
“That wasn’t an insult, it was a fact. I bet I’m the first dude you’ve ever kissed.”
The way that Billy froze against him and a soft soft unsuredness crept into his normally hard face didn't surprise Eddie at all. That was the moment that Eddie knew he was right and then Billy did something that froze him to the core; he looked over not one, but both shoulders, eyes wide with a bone-deep terror instilled in him, taught to him.
Oh.
Oh so that was what was going on at home.
Oh that explained so much.
Eddie regretted his words from earlier, but he didn’t get the chance to speak. There was the sound of a young girl’s voice calling Billy’s name. Billy pulled back as if shocked, and Eddie let him fall away.
“This…keep this fucking quiet, Munson.” Billy spat out, wiping Eddie’s blood from his pretty, pretty mouth. There was a spot of it still, on the corner of Billy’s mouth and Eddie wanted to lick it clean.
“This stays between us, but when you come wanting another hit you know where to find me.” Eddie winked with his usual drug dealer charm and watched as Billy stumbled over and shouted at whoever was hollering at him. Eddie slipped into his van and watched in the mirror as a redheaded girl in a plush, new winter coat climbed into Billy’s Camaro and he pulled away before the door was even fully closed, way too fast in the slush-filled parking lot.
Fucking California driver.
A fucking week later and Billy was stunned he hadn’t ripped his fucking dick off. He was hard damn near all the time, his sheets were disgustingly crusty from his stupid fucking wet dreams, and he had even dug out the shameful, shameful porn he had purchased in a small, discreet place in Hollywood, the same place he had seen a man get on his knees and blow another man for the first time.
He hated himself every time he found himself thinking of Eddie as he stared at one model in particular; a beauty with dark chestnut curls and big soft doe eyes, leaning against a pole, back arched showing off how the tight leather of his pants clung to his lean thighs before falling open to expose his cock, long and lean and Billy’s dick wept every time he thought about Eddie’s cock.
Every time he thought about Eddie’s mouth, Eddie’s hand on his ass, that beautiful tenor suggesting terrible things about how Billy would come crawling back he came, choking on his tongue, and he knew that Eddie was right. He would be back.
Hence, like a fucking addict, he came crawling to his dealer the next week, shaking for another fix. Max wasn’t with him this time, she was at home, huddled in her bed like any fucking sensible person was. It was cold and rainy and grey and fucking miserable, Billy was shivering in his leather coat, cold to the bone. He couldn’t feel his fucking toes despite the heat of the Camaro being on full blast. He didn’t really have any good winter clothes; Los Angeles never really had winter, just endless sun and warmth. Oh how he missed it.
In California he could go anywhere to escape, just grab his keys and run out the door. He could shift the Camaro into gear and go go gogogo, until he felt like he was no longer going to run out of road and his breath wasn’t heaving in his chest and his hands weren’t shaking on the wheel. He could go and hide, slip into the crowd, be one of many bodies and nobody had to know, Neil didn’t have to know.
Holy fuck he missed home. Like a hole carved into his bones, bits of who he was, the very essence of him, scooped away and dropped to the ground and turned to dust under his father’s boot.
Damn him. Neil pushed his mother away and he ripped California away from him too. Billy’s eyes drifted up as the Hellfire nerds ducked out of school. Eddie dug out his keys, holding his bag over his head and then paused as he caught sight of Billy’s Camaro. Billy flicked his lights twice in a clear question, and then Eddie waved his hand over, pointing to the passenger side.
Hating himself, hating the rising heated want mixed with nausea in his belly, Billy cut the Camaro’s engine and ran as fast he could to the van and slid inside.
Billy was just like a drowned golden retriever, all dripping golden hair and unhappy growling noises as he shook out the curls all over the inside of his van and all over Eddie. Eddie wiped his face clean with a grimace as his hand came away smelling like a salon.
“Nice to see you too, Billy.” Eddie bitched, turning on the van. The loud, echoing chords of Van Halen filled the air and Eddie turned them down to something manageable under the drumming of rain on the roof of the van.
“Shut the fuck up Munson.” His voice was softer this time and Eddie grinned.
Eddie glanced behind him and pushed the curtains of his van back. Behind them, in the body of the van, was a mattress on the floor piled with thick blankets and pillows, an acoustic guitar that had seen much better days, and his stash, complete with empty bong tucked between some pillows. The van was slowly warming between them and the heater but Billy was still shivering and Eddie saw his hands were white and the tips of his fingers were blue. The van wasn’t going to get that warm that fast.
“Fucking hell Billy, get in the back. You’re not freezing to death on my watch.” Eddie climbed in the back of the van and dug around until he found a flannel. He sniffed it and it smelled okay to him, and threw it to Billy.
Billy, clearly, did not think it smelled alright if the look on his face was anything to go by.
“I mean, if you wanna freeze that magnificent rack of yours off feel free, but you have the option to wear my shirt and warm up before we smoke.” He made his voice sound tempting as he leaned back into the pillows and dug into his stash box. Billy glanced up at him, as if he was sizing him up.
Billy reminded Eddie of the dogs he had seen lurking around the edges of the wood and the trailer park; feral and hungry and desperate for touch and affection but snarling when it was offered out of fear and it tugged on Eddie’s tender heart. He was always a sucker for a lost cause. Slowly, as if scared he was going to get bit, Billy slunk into the back.
With an athlete’s confidence he made quick work of his leather jacket and soaking wet shirt, giving Eddie a long-awaited glimpse of that damn perfect set of abs, those beautifully taught hips and the kind of Adonis belt that made Eddie’s mouth water and need to suck Billy’s soul out of his dick.
Eddie gave him a low wolf whistle of appreciation and looked him over in a clearly hungry manner and Billy glared at him.
“Fucking fag.” Billy’s voice didn’t hold any heat.
“Takes one to know one, Billy boy.” He winked. The word didn’t hurt anymore; once he had called himself a faggot on stage that word couldn’t hurt him anymore. The response got exactly what Eddie had expected; an angry glare and flushed face, a sharp gasp and clenched fists, hunger in Billy’s eyes and anger in his jaw.
“Okay Billy, please enlighten me, are you here to call me slurs based on my sexual identiy as a gay man, or are you here to smoke weed with me and then let me suck your dick?” Eddie asked, picking apart the bud. He had grabbed the good stuff for Billy, his personal stash that he paid for with his show tips. He wondered if Billy would know good weed from bad.
“I….” Billy glared. “Shut up.” Eddie just chuckled.
“Okay hotshot.” he packed the bowl as Van Halen’s tape ran out. Before Eddie could move Billy was up by the dash, going through his tapes.
“Thank fuck you have decent music taste; hate to be getting high with Harrington.” Billy muttered, shoving in a tape and sitting back down. Billy took off his boots and socks, sticking his cold, bare toes deep into the blankets as the sounds of Iron Maiden filled the air. Eddie snorted with laughter, nodding.
“He knows every single fucking Madonna lyric.” Eddie confirmed. “He’s terrible at parties too, can’t dance for shit. He pays good, though.” He always charged Harrington more just because Eddie hated his stupid fucking hair.
“Seems like the kind of jackass to have money.” Billy grumbled. He wondered how Steve got on the team in the first place, lacking in talent as he was.
“What’s your deal with him anyway?” Eddie asked, grinding the weed carefully. Steve had totally changed since Nancy Wheeler had cut his balls off on Halloween and Billy seemed to have backed away from practically humping him during practice as a dominance display.
“He was too big for his fucking pants.” Billy breathed. He was warming up as the windows in the van fogged over, the pink was returning to his cheeks and his blue eyes were sparkling. His lips were flushed and bright cherry red from the cold and Eddie wanted to taste them to see if they were as sweet as they looked. He packed the bowl, taking the time to dig around and find not only the hash but something super, super special. He dug it out and Billy shifted, staring at it.
“Is that…is that a fucking moonrock? How’d you get that in Indiana?” Billy asked, looking Eddie in the face with an eyebrow raised. He was clearly interested. Even if Hargrove didn’t come back to him for sex, he was going to come back for weed.
“You, Mr. Hargrove, have the pleasure to be in the presence of the best drug dealer in the whole tri-state area. Do not doubt my magical Bag of Holding, for you do not know what lies in its vast and unfathomable depths.” He said.
Billy looked from his face to the lunch box and back, clearly unimpressed.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever.”
Eddie just laughed as he worked on building a bowl made to get Billy high. If this guy was what he seemed, he would have tolerance like Eddie’s. He topped the moon rock off with hash and sealed all the weed back up and tucked it away in his lunch box before fiddling with his lighter. He passed the bong off to Billy, beaker first.
“Guest’s honor.” He said.
Billy rolled his eyes and took the bong and lighter, settling them between those strong, lean, athlete’s legs. Eddie wondered if they were really as strong as they looked and if they would hurt when Billy wrapped around his hips as he fucked him. He watched Billy’s broad chest expand and then stay firm and steady as he passed Eddie the bong, holding his breath.
Billy opened his mouth and slowly let the smoke waterfall from his lips, mimicking Eddie from last week. It made Eddie want to suck the smoke from Billy’s lungs, to crawl in there himself and possess Billy from the inside out. Billy blinked and Eddie laughed as the weed hit the pretty Californian boy all at once.
“Wow. That’s…” Billy shook his head gently and Eddie fucking giggled.
“My personal stash, that’s Purple Palm Tree Delight, right from sunny Palm Springs, California.” Eddie took his own hit, using his mouth around the bong in a suggestive manner and winking at Billy, in a clear show of what was to come. Billy leaned back against the wall of the van as Eddie exhaled. He passed the other boy the bong and took the chance to pull his hair up into a messy tail at the base of his neck.
Something about hearing the name Palm Springs loosened Billy's tongue, or maybe it was the good, good California weed.
“Palm Springs is a shithole. Not the armpit of California, but it’s close. It’s the taint of California.” Billy took another good, strong hit and felt his head swim.
“It’s the taint? Then what are the balls and the butthole?” Eddie asked, choking on his question like the eighteen year old boy he was as Billy’s exhale clouded up the van.
“Easy, asshole’s Bakersfield and the ball’s’r San Diego.” He had no idea what was coming out of his mouth, but it made sense in his head.
“Isnt’ San Diego where the fucking Shamu whale is?” Eddie asked, taking the bong back and taking another hit.
Billy was nicely high, for the first time since coming to Indiana, and holy shit he felt his muscles ache as they loosened for the first time in months. His shoulders sloped down as his face went soft. He rubbed his aching jaw, the smell of Eddie’s flannel coming to fill his nose.
It wasn’t totally gross, Billy could admit. It reeked of weed and cigarette smoke yeah, with an undercurrent of Eddie’s aftershave, hairspray, and something deep and musky that must have been just Eddie. Billy found himself trying to chase that last scent, that barely-there hint of spice and richness that was unique to Eddie.
Billy nodded and took a moment to shift the bowl a little before taking another hit.
"Makes sense it's the balls; that's where the swimmers are."
Billy laughed on instinct and then choked and then coughed, pulling the bong away just in time to hack up a lung. He felt tears pouring down his face as the sound of Eddie's wonderful laughter drowned out Iron Maiden and the rain and his own hacking. Eddie was laughing and laughing, smacking Billy's broad back. He kept laughing as he took the bong from Billy and then pulled the blond's arms above his head.
The hacking slowed down but holy shit did his lungs burn. Billy gasped for breath as Eddie slipped into his lap and used the leverage to pin his arms to the side of the van above his head. Billy inhaled sharply and couldn’t stop coughing, damn it.
“Easy there Billy boy, calm down.” Eddie’s voice was smooth and warm as the sunbaked steel of the hood of his Camaro in summer. Something about it sent a shiver down his spine and he felt himself relaxing despite himself, body going lax. Eddie cooed softly, his voice like honey-coated steel as Billy’s coughing finally, finally stopped. He breathed slowly and carefully, trying not to hack up a lung as tears ran down his face.
“There we go, good boy Billy.”
Billy couldn’t help how his body reacted; he shivered, his mouth dropping open as his eyes fluttered nearly shut. He bit down on his lip to keep from making a noise and tucked his face into Eddie’s shoulder to hide his blush. Six little words had him undone and needy under Eddie. He was stronger than Eddie, and taller too, so he could just push the smaller man away if he felt like it, so why wasn’t he? Why was he just sitting here then, letting Eddie sit in his lap and hold him to the side of the van?
“Ah-ha, so that’s how I get you to behave, interesting.” Eddie muttered. “Easy Billy, deep breaths for me, good boy sweetheart.” Eddie pressed a soft kiss to Billy’s temple and this time he did whine, a high-pitched keen that he quickly clenched down. The touch of Eddie’s skin on his was electric; even if it was only a broad hand on his wrists and a chaste kiss to the temple, it felt like he had been branded. He pulled his head back and looked into Eddie’s big brown eyes.
They weren’t soft anymore, not exactly gentle. They were hard and sharp, hungry and bright, it was clear to Billy that Eddie, once again, was the one in charge here. Despite the swooping, sinking feeling in the pit of his gut, the shaking in his hands wasn’t from fear.
“That’s it. Holy fuck you have a pretty mouth.” Eddie muttered almost to himself. Billy lifted his lip in a snarl as he tensed and Eddie just tutted at him.
“Nope, none of that macho bullshit here. Be good for me, Billy, and accept the compliment.” He ran his thumb over the inside of Billy’s wrist and the blond shivered.
Eddie’s tone brokered no argument, no fussing or fighting. It was sort of like his father’s but it didn’t frighten him at all like Neil’s tone did. Eddie didn’t sound angry, if anything he sounded…worshipful. It made wicked, wet heat curl in Billy’s belly and he was shivering again, but this time he wasn’t cold. He was panting like he had just finished a game and his heart was pounding in his ears.
Motherfucker, Eddie Munson had trapped him again.
Why does he keep allowing Munson to trap him? He didn’t have an answer for himself as he felt his whole body go soft and lax under the smaller boy.
“Good, good.” Eddie cooed. He wriggled his hips, settling in close to Billy’s own. “Now, Billy, sweet Billy, here's what’s gonna happen: you are gonna lay back and you’re gonna let me suck your dick. I’m gonna suck you off so good you’ll forget all about what the fuck is making you all tense and jumpy and all you’re gonna do is lay there and be all pretty for me, yeah? You’re gonna be loud, nobody can hear a damn thing out there, if there was anyone out there.” Again his tone was clear; these were orders and Billy was to follow them.
“Why?” He snapped. Eddie lifted an eyebrow at him and sat back on his thighs.
“Why what?” Eddie asked. Billy shifted his wrists softly and Eddie let go, hands falling to Billy’s chest. A spark of something like trust flickered to life in the cold, dead hearth of Billy Hargrove’s chest as he flexed his wrists gently, pulling them down to rest carefully on Eddie’s thighs. They were surprisingly thick under his hands; he could feel the strong muscles in them that were bigger than his own.
“Why are you gonna suck my dick?” He wasn’t really going to look a free, no-strings-attached blow job in the mouth, even if it was from a dude. If he closed his eyes and grabbed Munson’s hair, it was just like getting head from a girl. A mouth is a mouth and he wasn’t going to touch Munson back or anything. He wasn’t a faggot, he was just horny. Neil wasn’t going to find out, it’s fine, he reminded himself.
It didn’t matter that Eddie’s flannel was soft and warm around him, that Eddie’s bed under his ass and Eddie’s blankets piled around him made him feel safe in a bone-deep aching sort of way, that the weed made his tension melt away and it really didn’t fucking matter that he was breathing in nothing but Eddie’s smells; that weed, cigarette, dirty hair and musk smell that wrapped around Billy like a comforter fresh from the dryer, warm and heavy and seductive, whispering sweet venomous words of home and safety. He took a deep breath, taking it in. He decided to just give himself this. He was so tired of fighting and denying himself.
Eddie grinned a wicked grin and smiled at Billy from below his lashes. That pretty pink tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip and Billy wanted to capture it in a bloody, bruising kiss like the one from last week. The cut on Eddie’s lip was still there, healing up, and the sight of it sent that deep, twisted possession in Billy’s chest purring.
“I’ve wanted your cock down my throat since you pulled into the parking lot last October.” It was the truth, the moment Billy had gotten out of his Camaro and shut the door, Eddie had wanted to break Billy. He wanted to grab the pretty boy’s spine and make him bend, to crack into that hard shell and past that bullshit tough guy persona that he felt he had to project and shine the bright midwestern sunshine into the cracks of Billy’s soul that so desperately needed it.
Billy blinked up at him with those pretty blue eyes and glanced down to his mouth and back. Eddie took the chance and pressed the issue slightly.
“I knew you liked dudes too, when I saw that earring.” He reached out and gently tugged on the hoop in Billy’s left ear. The gay ear. “If the pants weren’t a dead giveaway.” Why the fuck would he wear pants like that if he didn’t want guys to stare at his ass? Eddie knew all the tricks bottoms used to flag, even if Billy didn’t know he was a bottom or what he was asking for just yet. Billy’s eyes narrowed at him and he spoke again.
“I’m not gay.” He spat out.
Yeah, sure, and Eddie was a rocket scientist. Low and behold, he actually managed to keep that thought to himself, for once.
“Yeah, that’s why I said ‘too’, c’mon I hear your grades give Wheeler a run for her money, keep up.” Eddie laughed. Billy blinked and looked up at him.
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Same rumor mill that also tells me you like it rough.” The girls Billy slept with loved to gossip and show off their bruises and some of them knew that Eddie liked men, so they were open with him about their conquests. He had heard that Billy was a rough but fun ride. He was eager to see if he could make Billy break under him, to take this golden Calfornian child and turn him into a whimpering pile of golden, sun-baked boy under his hands and mouth. Billy grinned and gave him a soft shrug.
“I like what I like, Munson.”
“Eddie. Here, when we’re like this, you call me Eddie.” He made sure to use his Dominant voice, the one he uses in the bedroom and in the clubs and sure enough, Billy’s bright blue eyes went wide as he froze under him.
He was so, so sweet when he just allowed himself to let go. Whoever had taught him to hate his own natural desires must have really been a piece of work. Eddie really hoped the fucker was behind in Califorina, because if he found out that Billy was being hurt- Eddie forced that thought away because it scared him. He knew what he wanted to do but couldn’t, but not what he could do, but he knew he would do something. He couldn’t leave Billy in a place where he was being hurt, not after Uncle Wayne rescued him.
“In here, I’m Eddie.” he continued, “The world out there doesn’t fucking matter, it doesn’t exist, and you,” he slid hand up to cup Billy’s jaw and tilt his head up, brushing his thumb over that pretty bottom lip “are my good boy, Billy.”
Billy’s mouth slipped open just a bit as he gasped, just enough for Eddie to get a glimpse of that wicked, wet tongue. He had been daydreaming about Billy’s mouth, about kissing him. About getting Billy good and high and soft and sweet and submissive before pulling the bigger boy on top of him and just lazily making out with him. Eddie loved kissing, the feeling of another’s mouth on his own, sharing breath with someone, their hands on his skin and his in their hair, the feeling of their body pressing down against his, their weight and skin against his own. It quieted down all the bullshit noise in the back of his head and let Eddie finally, finally relax. Those daydreams had taken over his waking moments so badly he caught himself fucking up the math badly during the game and not really caring.
So he took the chance and finally, finally, took Billy’s pretty pretty mouth in a kiss. Billy gasped sharply against his mouth and Eddie took the chance to suck on Billy’s lower lip. The blond whined softly and then opened his mouth so sweetly for Eddie.
He took the chance to slide his tongue into Billy’s mouth, tasting him. Eddie groaned as Billy’s hands came to his hips and pulled him close, sliding under his shirt. Billy scraped his teeth over Eddie’s lip and the metalhead laughed gently.
“Down boy, down.” He muttered. “I’ll take care of you, I just like kissing.”
“I don’t.” Billy grumbled against his lips. Eddie tutted and rolled his eyes.
“Again, none of this macho shit. I can feel your dick, you’re kissing me back and not punching me in the face, so I know you like it, so stop lying and just let it happen you total asshole.” Eddie sighed, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not gonna tell anyone and I know you want this too and nobody can find us. So stop with the dick measuring, okay? Just let it happen, Billy, don’t fight it anymore. You don’t have to fight against what you want anymore, not in here, not with me. You don’t have to be scared.”
Something in what he said must have been the right thing because Billy looked up at him, eyes gone soft. His eyes danced over his face, down his hair and neck and shirt, to where he was resting and joined with Billy. Clothed, but in a very compromising position. Billy swallowed and nodded softly and Eddie smiled. One of Billy’s broad hands slid across the small of his back and just held him there, a solid, steady weight that Eddie found himself liking.
“There we go sweetheart.” He dipped his head and kissed the other boy as he slid out of his vest and jacket. He freed both hands, cupped Billy’s face and kissed him.
Billy’s head was swimming and he knew this time it wasn’t from the weed. Eddie was surrounding him; his hands undoing the buttons on the flannel and gliding over his skin, Eddie’s sharp teeth tugging at his mouth, the feeling of Eddie rocking down into his lap, the smell of Eddie wrapped around him, surrounding him, leaving him unable to breathe without drowning in the smell of the boy on his lap.
He hadn’t had this since California and his heart ached. He pushed the thoughts of Ari aside and made his mind focus on the boy kissing him. Eddie’s hand came to his damp curls and tugged them gently making Billy gasp softly. Eddie broke the kiss with a gasp and smiled down at him.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” Eddie muttered. “You look like an angel.”
Billy flushed all the way down his chest and he struggled to hold Eddie’s gaze. He really wanted to drop his eyes from embarrassment but made himself hold the other boy’s gaze. Eddie’s face curled into a warm, soft smile as his hand came to cup his cheek again.
“There we go Billy, good boy.” Eddie praised him again and something about the way he spoke made Billy’s soul crumble in the most deliciously painful way he’d ever felt. He felt like Eddie was reaching into the very core of his being and scrubbing the tarnish off his soul with every word of approval and Billy loved the sensation of being scraped raw. He found himself starting to crave it like when he would scrub the salt and sand off his skin after a morning surfing, leaving him raw and tingling for hours afterward.
“I like when you look at me.” Eddie sighed softly. “Your eyes are so fucking pretty.”
Eddie leaned back and wriggled off of Billy and pulled him to the mattress on the floor of the van. The tape ran out so Eddie moved and flipped it over before pulling the curtains between the cab and the back of the van. It was dark and gloomy and hard to see, so Eddie winked and reached over to turn on the strings of Christmas lights he had strung up in the van. They bathed Billy in their warm golden glow and made him look like a bronzed Apollo in the light. He was wrapped up in Eddie’s sheets, his damp hair on Eddie’s pillow that Eddie knew would reek of Billy and his hair products now, wearing Eddie’s shirt in Eddie’s van after smoking Eddie’s weed and there was a deep, deep part of Eddie’s soul that was very, very pleased. It uncurled like Smaug in his layer, breathing deep and exhaling a smoky cloud of possession that fogged Eddie’s mind with arousal and greed.
Billy was right where Eddie wanted him, it whispered to him, right where the beautiful gilded boy belonged.
He ran his hands up the damp denim of Billy’s jeans and teased along the waist of Billy’s pants before winking up at him. “You can touch all you like, just don’t even think about pushing me around. You’re not the one in charge here, I am. So be the good boy I know you want to be, and let me make you feel good.” He pushed up Billy’s shirt and pressed a soft kiss to the Vee of his hips.
Billy swallowed, nodding his head. He gasped when Eddie bit him sharply, right on his hip bone.
“Words, Billy dear. I like to hear my lovers when I make them feel good.”
Lovers, such an intimate word to Billy. He didn’t fight it though, it kindled something deep, deep in chest that made his bones feel like melted chocolate, warm and thick and sweet.
“Okay.”
“Okay…?” Eddie rested his chin on Billy’s lower belly and looked up at him with a ‘keep going’ gesture with one elegant, ringed and be-polished hand.
“Okay, Eddie.” Eddie’s given name tasted like the beach air and sounded like fireworks and felt like home, and Billy didn’t know if he liked that.
No.
Billy knew he liked it, he just wasn’t sure if he liked the fact that he liked it.
“Wonderful boy.” Eddie crooned softly and Billy blushed. Eddie made quick work of his belt, button and fly, urging Billy's hips up to ease his pants and boxers down his legs. Billy was only half-hard from the kissing and his thighs were cold to Eddie’s touch. Eddie grabbed a spare blanket and threw it over him with a wink as he ran his hands up Billy’s strong legs.
He really did have beautiful legs, all long and muscles, intricately sculpted by a master, dusted with golden hair that tickled and caught on Eddie’s calloused musicians hands. Eddie wanted to finger Billy open slowly, to have the chance to peel him apart piece by piece, to take him for Eddie’s own and show him how his body can be played like his sweetheart’s frets and he can make Billy sound just as sweet.
By the time he got up to Billy’s cock he was hard and curved proudly against his stomach. To Eddie’s surprise he was circumcised and decided not to make a crack about Billy being Jewish. Now wasn’t the time. He pressed soft kisses up Billy’s inner thigh, surprisingly golden for this time of year. His sweet boy was bronzed all over, a sun god pulled right into his bed. Billy was breathing hard when Eddie finally turned to face his cock and he grinned when he saw a soft bead of prespend on the tip of Billy’s cock.
Billy really was pent up, holy shit. Eddie really, really fucking regrets not putting more lube and condoms in here after his last gig; he would have Billy inside of him today if had them. Billy’s cock was thick and long, curving to Billy’s left, with a thick vein on the underside that made Eddie just want to drag his tongue up it.
So he did.
“Holy fuck, Eddie.” Billy gasped as his hands flew to his hair.
Those strong, golden hands tangled in his brown hair as Eddie looked up at Billy. His head was thrown back, eyes shut, neck straining and teeth bared in a snarl as Eddie lapped up the salty, bitter drop at the tip. Billy’s pretty mouth fell open and Eddie laughed, breath ghosting over Billy’s cock.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it? Or do I just get you that worked up, sweetheart?”
Eddie shot him a wink from between his thighs and Billy swallowed. Holy shit. He thought that when Eddie talked about being in control he was being metaphorical or something but no, clearly not. Eddie’s stare pinned him to the thin mattress below him, his legs wrapped around Eddie’s torso under the blankets as that be-ringed hand came to grab his cock.
“Fuck, um…” he knew that Eddie would be wanting an answer to his question so he made himself talk. “F-from a guy.” He admitted.
He honestly liked getting head from guys better; they knew what felt good where and when and he got off better from blowjobs from guys than he ever had from sex with a girl, and holy hell did he love giving head. He watched as Eddie’s grin turned sharp, wicked and hungry to match the fire in his beautiful brown eyes.
“I knew you wanted to fuck me so bad it made you stupid.” Eddie beamed. Billy opened his mouth to sass back but the pale musician in-between his legs just licked a broad strip up his cock and then took nearly half of him in his wet, hot mouth in one go.
Billy swore as he tried not to rock his hips into that positively sinful mouth. Eddie’s mouth was searingly hot and wonderfully wet and a deep moan fell from Billy’s lips unbidden.
“Oh fuck.” He groaned when Eddie’s tongue slid out and ran around what wasn’t in his mouth. Eddie was fucking good at this. Eddie set up a steady rhythm, sliding his mouth up and down as he sucked, taking more of Billy’s cock in every time.
Billy was panting and shaking, and he wasn’t cold anymore. There was a soft sheen of sweat all over his body as he groaned and kicked the blanket off. He took his right hand off of Eddie and used his elbow to prop him up so he could look down and watch properly, his dominant left hand staying on the back of Eddie’s head.
Eddie’s beautiful, plush mouth was wrapped perfectly around his cock, just like Billy knew it would, just like he belonged there. His tongue was flicking over the veins in Billy’s cock and making him shake. Eddie’s pretty eyes were closed and there was a loose lock of wavy hair falling into Eddie’s face, dragging on Billy’s sensitive skin with every movement of his head. Billy’s mouth was starting to run like it always did when he really got into sex, but it wasn’t his usual dirty talk. He was babbling things he hadn’t said in a long time, things like he used to say to his ex.
“Oh fuck your mouth is so good, fuck Eddie, please I want more, please, you’re so fucking pretty like that oh holy fuck.” He was glad that there was the storm and the tape playing because otherwise people would absolutely hear him; he was always loud in bed but this boy was wringing whimpers and soft, breathy moans out of him, making him sound like a fucking girl. And damn Billy if it didn’t make his cock throb and leak. Eddie pulled off him with a gasp, making him whine.
“Eddie, no, please.” He begged, hips rocking up trying to chase that perfect suction again.
Eddie chuckled and pressed soft kisses to Billy’s glowing skin.
He hadn’t expected Billy to be so loud, he expected to have to reinforce his order from earlier but Billy, it seems, was naturally loud in bed. It shocked him as much as finding out that Billy had been with a man before. That added a whole new layer to him calling Eddie a fag and insisting he wasn’t gay. His heart went out to Billy; he knew the guy must’ve been suffering something real bad to be lashing out the way he was.
“Easy sweet boy, I’m not going anywhere.” Billy really was sweet, once he allowed himself to be. He was arching into Eddie’s hand and mouth, begging for him like he was desperately touch-starved. Eddie wrapped his hand around Billy’s pretty dick once again and slid his mouth down as far as he could. He felt the head of Billy’s thick cock bumping into his soft palate and he took a deep breath, and swallowed Billy’s cock down.
It was an impressive feat considering Billy’s sizable length and girth; Eddie couldn’t quite make his fingers meet around Billy’s cock and he was long enough for Eddie to have to work and push himself past the ache in his jaw. Oh he loved this, the way his air was cut off and his tongue was sliding around over his lower teeth and lip, the way spit was running down his chin, how every movement made Billy’s hand in his hair tug and twitch, and how his cock was throbbing and leaking in his pants.
He watched as Billy’s bright baby blues flew open and down to lock eyes with him. Eddie kept his gaze as he slid down and down, until Billy’s neat thatch of golden curls was tickling his nose, his face pressed right into Billy’s Adonis belt. He kept himself there, watching as Billy whined and listening to him babble so prettily.
“Holy fuck, Eddie your mouth, you feel so damn good.” Billy was flushed from head to chest, and Eddie slid his hands up to play with one of Billy’s pert nipples as he slid up and down Billy’s length, throat-fucking himself on the blond’s cock.
Billy was a boneless, gasping puddle of sweet, golden boy under him and it was exactly what Eddie wanted. Billy was shaking, begging and pleading for anything would give him and he really, really wanted to slide a finger into Billy and really make him sing. He ran his thumb over his nails and frowned; he needed to cut them. Fingering Billy open would have to wait for next time. He would come back after this. There was no way Billy liked boys and wouldn’t come back for Eddie’s mouth. Billy’s thighs were shaking around him and his breath was catching in his throat.
“Oh fuck. Fuck Eddie you’re gonna make me cum.”
Billy, the sweet boy, took his hand off his hair in case Eddie wanted to pull off.
Eddie may be a bitch but he wasn’t a quiter; he just slid down Billy’s cock and swallowed him down his throat. He kept his eyes trained on Billy’s pretty face as the athlete threw back his head and came, hot and thick, throbbing down Eddie’s throat. Eddie pulled back just enough to catch some on his tongue and lips and he worked Billy through it, pulling the last few pumps of cum from him, spilling across his cheek. Eddie loved wearing his partner’s cum and he grinned wickedly wide as Billy finally opened his eyes and glanced down.
“Oh fuck.” Billy muttered, gasping and looking away. “Warn a guy before you wear his cum on your face.” His cock twitched at the sight, clearing trying to go for another round.
Eddie was looking up at him, clearly having been facefucked. His gorgeous brown eyes were red and watering, tears were running down his cheeks mixing with Billy’s cum, and his fucking mouth, his perfect mouth was swollen and bright red, lips puffy from abuse with his throat covered with spit and evne his shirt collar was wet with it.
But that was nothing compared to the stripes of his cum on Eddie’s face; across his lips and on his tongue and over his right cheek, panting his face from his cheekbone to his jaw.
Edde shot him that wicked grin and his long tongue slid out to lick Billy’s cum from his lips. Billy groaned and dropped his head to the pillow. Eddie laughed and crawled up Billy’s body and kissed him. Billy surprised him not only by kissing him back but by cupping the filthy cheek that was still covered in Billy’s cum and smearing it into Eddie’s skin. Eddie turned his head and took Billy’s thumb in his mouth and licked it clean, and he watched Billy’s big blue eyes shoot dark with lust. It was a heady feeling, knowing he could bring the bad boy of Hawkins High to a whimpering puddle with just his mouth. Eddie pulled off with a pop and a grin and Billy glanced down.
“What about you?” Billy was not a lazy, ungrateful lover; he made sure to give better than he got and Eddie had just sucked his dick so good he almost blacked out as he came, so he was determined to bring his A+ game and ruin Eddie for any other man in the history of existence. Billy maybe was a tiny bit possessive and he wanted Eddie to think of him every time another man was on his knees in front of the musician.
“Naw, I’m good. You can take care of me next time, big boy.” Eddie shot him a wink and a grin as the tape finally ran out. Eddie pulled the curtains back to show the night sky and Billy swore a blue streak, grabbing his pants. He glanced at his watch and cussed even more; he had fifteen minutes before curfew and he didn’t want to get his ass beat tonight.
Eddie watched in alarm as Billy panicked, glancing at his watch and blanching white under his tan.
“Billy? Dude?”
“I have to go, I can’t break curfew.” Billy quickly pulled on his own shirt and tossed Eddie’s to him. “Next time.” He glanced down to Eddie’s obvious erection and then quickly did something stupid, before he lost his courage.
He stole a chaste kiss from Eddie, pressing his lips to Eddie’s like they were boyfriends or something, before sliding his feet into his boots and tumbling out of the back of the van. Eddie watched as Billy ran to his car, turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking lot with squealing tires before his headlights were even on.
He had a deep, unsettling feeling that Billy wasn’t as safe at home as he thought. He shut the van and headed home, the gentle strains of the Mamas and the Papas filling the car as they sang about dreaming of California.