Stories of Becoming Us
By: Selim
Summary: Eric doesn't know how he ended up in that position, but he doesn't care.
Pairing: HydeEric
Rating: M+
Notes: My first 70s fic. I hope to continue this one in my spare time. Unbeta'd as it's a side job
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction, the author is not making any profit off its work.
Drabble 13: Friend in Need
School never bothered him more than it did sitting in gym with his teacher trying to force students to play touch football. He'd had a rough weekend in the form of Hyde and only wanted to use that time to sit, so he'd done what any man would do – he took refuge under the bleachers. It was his only class without any of his friends, leaving him often unguarded and prone to the childish taunts of his more athletic classmates. At least with the others, he had friends to join in his equally childish mocking back.
However, he did have Buddy in class with him. Ever since his relationship with Hyde had started, it had reminded Eric of the kiss he shared with the other boy. It was hard to think back to that day, to think of his feelings (other than that of shock) about the whole situation. It was hard to know that his only clue to being gay or straight laid hidden behind old feelings for Donna. Damn his honor. He should have taken the chance then to decide whether he was into guys, girls, or both. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have put him in a situation where he'd fallen hard for a man that would never return his feelings.
Sex was never easy. He remembered a pamphlet his mother had brought home about abstinence once stated that sex always came with feelings, either before or after, it always did. He tried at the time arguing that whores never had feelings, but after the fiasco with Fez finding out Eric was starting to wonder if he was a non-paid whore.
"…Eric?"
Jumping, Eric turned to face whoever had called his name. Buddy leaned on one leg, a soccer ball tucked between his arm and hip. "Oh, hey…"
"Aren't you going to play? Coach gave up and gave us free for all." The brunette grinned, tapping his ball.
"I'm not feeling too well, thanks though." Eric dropped his head. He wasn't lying, his back was killing him. He refused to try that position again just because Kitty and Red had gone to get Laurie from Nebraska. Hyde needed to learn self-control.
"Yeah, it hurts if your partner doesn't know what he's doing." Buddy nodded with a knowing look present on his face.
"He knows what he—wait, what?"
"You and Hyde. He's obviously too violent, I mean I saw him with you in the bathroom a few weeks ago but you seemed happy so I just left it alone. Tell him the rule of thumb if there's resistance in one, two, three, dick."
"You know?" Oh god. Eric's thoughts ran rampant. No one was supposed to know about him and Hyde. The town was so small, word would spread fast to Kitty and Red and then he'd have a foot lodged so far up his ass he wouldn't have time to flee.
Buddy nodded, stepping under the bleachers. "Yea, it's hard not to tell if you don't see the obvious signs. He stares and you like I want to. Must be nice. I should have been more aloof, maybe I would have stood a chance. Well to the better man."
"Buddy…"
"Let's go play; we'll talk about this after school. I think you have a lot on your mind."
"I'd really like that, thank you."
Drabble 14:
Eric had never really been in Buddy's room. It was a forbidden territory when they first rekindled an old friendship dating back to their younger days. Later it became even more so, with knowledge that said boy was gay. Now, it seemed almost a welcoming change to his usual environment of the basement at his own home. Dropping on a plush couch under a window on the far side of the room, Eric watched Buddy put away his homework before he too took a seat near his desk.
"So you and Hyde." Buddy pressed the subject. "How long have you two been dating? Wasn't in the news letter." His joke fell on deaf ears however as Eric leaned forward, his head resting on his hands.
"We aren't 'dating'." Not so much in terms of going out and sharing sweet love nothings. Hyde was incapable of those things and Eric…that was admitting that some part of him was gay. He was already such a disappointment to Red, he didn't want to add homosexual on the growing list of reasons for his own father not to like him. "I'm just testing something out with him to see if I like it."
Buddy smirked. "And do you?"
"…I don't know." Eric admitted, brushing his thumb over his brow. "I mean…ugh, I'm not going to talk about my sex life with you! I should go home."
"That wouldn't be fair Eric, after my mom already added an extra plate to the dinner table? It'd only be polite to stay." Buddy folded his hands under his chin, looking much older than he was. He almost reminded Eric of the old picture of Sigmund Freud, overanalyzing something that wasn't there. Well one thing was for sure; both were fascinated with the sexual nature of their reluctant patient. "You either like it or you don't. I think you like it, or you wouldn't have stayed with Hyde even though he's…obviously very forceful."
"He's not forceful," Eric spit out, "we're just under strict time limits."
"I thought you weren't interested in men too…" Buddy whispered to himself thoughtfully. "I mean, if I had known there was a chance for us I would have pushed harder back then."
"There wasn't a chance, this is just a phase. I like girls."
"You can like boys too. James Eldwood likes both guys and girls. I know, he offered a threesome between him, me, and Linda Carmichael." Jumping from his seat, Buddy shifted through his room. Eric could only watch the other boy's nervous pacing before the guy plopped down on the same couch, his head slumped. "Eric, please let me kiss you again."
"Excuse me?"
"You were dating Donna the last time I kissed you, so you weren't into the kiss. Maybe now that you're testing the gay waters, I can properly date you… I mean, I'll date you. We don't have to have sex unless you want, I'll take you out to the movies and we'll go to restaurants. I'll treat you like you should be treated. I'll show you better than Hyde can show you." Buddy placed his hand on Eric's knee, his body leaning towards Eric's.
And he did. His kiss wasn't as chaste as back then. Eric didn't know why his mouth fell open, ready for the tongue to delve in his mouth like Hyde's would. He was ready to be pushed back, his mouth forcefully claimed like it had so many times. Instead the tongue slipping in his mouth brushed along his own tongue, trying to drag the other appendage back. Like Hyde's, however, it sent shivers of delight down Eric's spine. Like Donna's it made him hot and ready.
What scared him off this time, like the last time, was the realization that he was being kissed by someone not who he was with. Sure, he wasn't dating Hyde, but he would wait until either Hyde was through with him or wait until the man returned his feelings. Until then, anything with anyone else was still labeled under 'cheating'.
Firmly placing his hands on Buddy's chest, Eric pushed the other teen back. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"If it doesn't work out with him," Buddy hissed the word out, "Will you remember I'm interested?"
"Sure," Eric bit back on his laugh, "you're next to ride the Eric. Apologize to your mother, but I think I'm going to go home."
"Okay." Buddy absently waved Eric off. Neither said anything else as Eric left that room filled with shame and doubt.
Drabble 15:
With Kitty and Red gone for a few days (he never liked Laurie more than when she screwed up and his parents had to go get her), Eric spent his time trying to avoid places that Hyde could easily get to. He doubted his mother would be very pleased to learn about the christening of her kitchen table, living room sofa, fourth step, and main shower. Even his bed had been well acquainted with the need that was Hyde.
And without Red's ever sensitive ears nearby, Eric had discovered how much of a screamer he was. With Donna, he'd never felt as unrestrained as he was with Hyde. Even after that night with Buddy – just talking, Eric added pleasantly – things had only perked up and those feelings of doubt began to disappear. At first he wanted to tell Hyde what he'd been up to, but instead he buried himself in a hole of lies not wanting to admit the truth.
That he was gay and planned to spread that bug to the man currently sitting on the lawn chair watching Get Smart. Their night had been spoiled when Fez showed up with a bag of Little Debbies and a toothy grin talking about marathons. Just him, luckily. Jackie's claws had dragged Kelso on a date well out of town and Donna was dealing with family problems at an outing she didn't want to be at.
"I am so alone…" Fez stuffed a swiss cake roll into his mouth. "Even Eric's getting laid. What's wrong with the Fez?"
"'The Fez' talks about 'The Fez' in third person." Hyde didn't look away from the television.
Eyes narrowed, Fez removed the wrapper from another cake. "At least my imaginary girlfriends aren't under the bleachers with other guys. Oops, my bad." He stuffed the cake in his mouth. Hyde's eyes finally moved from the television, piercing into Eric's soul while still giving Fez a look of wanting more information. "I don't have a girlfriend."
"Then what does that make Eric?" Fez smiled innocently. "Or are you the girlfriend? He paid for the tickets didn't he? I just assumed because he was between Hyde's legs that he was the girl."
"Who wants hot chocolate? I know I do." Eric jumped the back of the coach, narrowly avoiding Hyde's grab as he darted up the stairs.
"Even left the school with another man." Fez licked the chocolate from his fingers. "Are things not going well between you two?"
"There's nothing between us, Fez, now back off or I'll make sure you're deported." Hyde pushed himself out of the lawn chair, in turn pushing the piece of furniture back. With two steps at a time, he followed after Eric.
"…Buddy sure owes me more than just Little Debbies for that." Fez ripped open the packaging of another cake.
Drabble 16
Hyde couldn't stand to even look at himself. Since Fez had brought up Buddy and Eric, he couldn't explain his irrational anger that boiled in his belly, but he did now he couldn't take it lying down. Slamming the refrigerator door on Eric's hand didn't help, nor did his snide comments about Eric being cheap like Laurie. Seeing that broken look on the teen's face was almost delicious, but it was never enough. His yearning to apologize was almost overpowering, so foreign…
That and he'd never gone a week without sex, not since he was in the seventh grade and got his first blow job. Now it made him realize what he was missing. He was a free man again, no longer tied to one guy. He could prowl the fields, looking for a pretty girl looking to go bad for one night.
He ended up with one of the butch, lesbian like girls for the first night. His hands touched her breasts, he touched her navel, down her legs. He tried so hard not to picture Eric's moans. Eric didn't coo in delight. It was always a sturdy moan, one of primal need. There was no warming up. No need to make sure that the boy was ready for penetration (all though he knew deep down that he should have really spent more time preparing the teen than he did). The female body just felt too different for him.
To his horror he found himself unable to perform. In the end, Hyde left with a bruised ego and a giggling girl sure to tell all her friends what had happened.
Fez was in the basement when he strolled out of his room after a hard night of drinking. Head pounding, Hyde slumped in his chair, rested his head back as he tried with all his might to not think about anything.
"I shouldn't have told you all that," Fez put his bag of Fritos on the ground. "I mean, that was so wrong, I didn't think it would affect you so much. Light chatter." Fez gave a rough chuckle, one that said it hadn't been conversation filler when he brought it up. "Buddy is really big on Eric, you know. I don't know, he had cookies when he asked me to bring it up to you. I think he wants Eric's non-existent ass."
"He has an ass, he just has to be naked to see it." Hyde frowned. "Why would Billy want you to tell me that they were hanging out?"
"I don't know, just that he stares at Eric a lot during lunch. Like he's a delicious plate of brownies just out of the oven. Mmm… brownies." Fez stuffed a handful of chips in mouth. "I didn't think saying it would piss you off, but I guess you and Eric aren't together no more. Lindie in my civics class wanted your number, I gave her mine."
"Lindie with the lisp? No thank you." Besides, even if she was known to be easy he doubted he could get it up without imagining her as Eric, but even her huge rack would cause a problem.
"I'm just sayin', you know. Buddy's been around Eric a whole lot more recently and you were actually nice when with him."
Stalking across the room, Hyde snatched the bag of chips from Fez's hand. "I don't care if he's with the village people. I don't care. Now get lost, Fez!"
With a squeak, the foreign boy dashed up the stairs, leaving Hyde glaring at the chips.
Drabble 17:
He was in Buddy's room again. It seemed like he always found himself in this situation, backed against the wall as he waited to discover his fate. To date, he hadn't left the room without a kiss so it made him wonder if his friend would try again. Maybe this time, Eric would let him?
It had been nearly a week since Hyde stormed off, almost forgetting that Eric had existed. It wasn't as if the boy had done anything wrong besides spending some time after school with an old friend. It was within his right! Feeling his thought spiral to hate, Eric shook his head before returning his attention to Buddy's desk he was currently sitting at, getting aid from the other teen in history.
Buddy smelt like rich cologne. He'd never noticed it before, of course he'd never allowed the football player into his safety zone either. Now all he could think of was how delicious the other boy was, what stern muscles he had that Hyde did not, and the lack of facial hair that wouldn't scratch him so roughly in a kiss. Maybe Buddy was the kind of boy his parents wouldn't be upset with? Buddy was the perfect all American boy that his father had dreamt of since Eric's birth.
"Eric, you won't learn about the war looking at my face," Buddy chuckled. "But I don't mind, how about I pose for you for a bit." He brought his fist under his chin, giving a "Thinker" look to himself. Eric laughed.
It was so different from Hyde. If he was with Buddy there was no hiding of their sexual relationship. He could make as many comments about Buddy as he did with Donna without worry of getting his ass kicked. "You're right," he shifted nervously, "looking at you is much better than looking at Hitler."
"I don't know," Buddy slid close, his hand brushing Eric's thigh lightly. "You being here makes it so hard to study…I just keep imagining throwing you down and—"
"—Sweetie! Come quick, there's some hooligan outside the house!" The door slammed open, the teen's mother stepping in. Eric always pegged her to extended model housewife, a person who would never have to work and could easily get someone else to do the jobs she was fond of. To think, he smirked, the idolized nuclear family that the fifties preened still existed.
"A hooligan?" Buddy glanced over at Eric, looking for an explanation. It was well known that Eric's friends were the "hooligans" around town. With a small nod to his mother, he stepped out of the room, her following, to see what was going on. Alone, Eric shuffled through the books on Buddy's desk. Again, nothing but perfect material for the perfect son.
Except for that small black address book. Taking it out, Eric shimmed through it. Men's names lined the pages, hearts drawn by some of their names. He'd heard about these books through Jackie once. Men (and some women) kept a list of names who it was easy to get love from, either from old relationships or old flings. The book itself consisted of only fifteen names, but there was one very common factor for all of them – all were from Eau Claire. Hearing footsteps, Eric quickly stuffed the book back where he found it.
"—I told him we'll call the cops if he tries anything, he's Eric's friend though. No ma, he doesn't want to come in for tea. He's just waiting for Eric. I'll go tell him…" Buddy pushed his door open, eyes averted. "Hyde's outside."
"Oh…" Eric whispered shamefully. "Um…I should go then."
"I thought you two were over…"
"I did to, but maybe he wants to talk. I should leave. Thanks for helping me, I think I understand a little more about the start of German Nazi Reign. Um…Thanks again, for everything." Eric stood, dumping his journals into his pack. Slinging it over his shoulder, he stopped short from Buddy. "Look, about what we talked about. I still want things to work between Hyde and myself, we're just going through a rough patch trying to figure out what we are. If it doesn't work out…I really do want to give 'us' a try, Buddy." He leaned over quickly, pecking a smooth cheek. Pulling back he felt his face burn. "I like girls, but…I really like being held, you know. It's hard."
"Hey, it's cool. My doors always opened. And thanks for letting me have even a small window of chance." Buddy waved weakly as Eric made it out of the small room.
Drabble 18:
It was a long walk through town. The crisp wind of November promised early snow storms, something Eric had grown accustomed to having since his birth. The season actually fit with his mood currently as well as he kept himself paces ahead of Hyde. Every so often he could hear Hyde open his mouth to say something but fall silent again, remaining under his obvious lie that Kitty wanted Eric home before dinner. They could have just called if that was true; Kitty knew Buddy's home phone number.
To be honest, he didn't even know why either of them was upset. It wasn't as if he'd slept with Buddy. Besides a few kisses shared between them, he found Buddy a great companion to just discuss what was going on. Especially now with a tidbit of information that there was several gay men in Eau Claire, Eric felt an urge to just run to his car and make a road trip up to get the whole experience as it should properly be.
Of course he could get the same from Buddy, but he just didn't feel the same way about the other teen as he felt for Hyde. With Hyde, he just felt like they were made for each other. With Buddy, he just felt like he could sexually understand what road he was taking. Maybe get a better grasp at what it was to be gay rather than what it was to be straight.
And Buddy, from the looks of it, had gotten around. He probably knew his way around the ass to make it feel so damn good from start to finish. No rough penetration, no forcing muscles to relax until his body would spasm in pleasure when Hyde finally found a bundle of nerves that made him forget everything. No more ducking around loose feelings.
"Eric…" Hyde tried again. "What the hell is Buddy to you?" He finally yelled out, roughly grabbing Eric's hand. "Because if he's your fucking boyfriend, I'm not going to fucking help you cheat!"
"He's not my god damn boyfriend!" Eric grabbed his hair. "How can he be my damn boyfriend when I thought—!" His words died, his throat tightening. He didn't want to come out and say it. He always wanted to imagine him and Hyde together like he and Donna once had been. "I just want to be your boyfriend." He finally whispered. "I'm tired of just dancing around whatever it is between us. If it means dating Buddy just to feel love then…I want to end this." From the corner his eye he could see Bob's car pulling to the side of the road, probably to offer them a ride. Unable to look at Hyde, Eric busied himself thanking his neighbor for the offer as he slid into the car, not even bothering to open the back door for Hyde.
And with a turn, Hyde stormed off, disappearing behind the first fall of snow.
"Got a lot of problems, that one." Bob shook his head, put the engine in drive and started back on the road.
Drabble 19:
He had no clue how long it'd been since Hyde disappeared without a trace. He showed up at school, but all his classes shared with Eric had been changed, leaving him doing whatever he could to avoid being seen by Eric. He spent most of his time working at the Fotohut and, according to Fez, had started to live at the building. Kitty would send nice dinners with Red to be delivered to her other 'little boy', but besides that the Forman's didn't see the man.
And Eric hated it. By the fourth week of not seeing Hyde, he told Fez to let the afro-headed man that they were through. He couldn't stand hearing the man's name. It gave him almost a feeling of understanding to Jackie when she and Kelso hit another rough patch in their relationship. In the end, he got himself as drunk as he could so he wouldn't have to think about Hyde and marched his way through town, to Buddy's house. Again, he found himself in Buddy's room in a whole new situation.
At first, it made Eric nervous, especially with the change of pace. Hyde had never touched him like Buddy had. Hyde never touched his rectum like this. He never used lotion to prepare Eric, touching that bundle of nerves (his prostate, he discovered). He never sucked Eric off either.
It was so overpowering. Fingers in his ass, a mouth over his cock for the first time. The blood rushed to every part of his body but his head, leaving the alcohol he consumed to finally take effect. He passed out after his own mind blowing orgasm, screaming out Hyde's name. When he woke up alone with a painful headache, he was bombarded with the faint memory of Buddy's pained face and could only cry knowing that he messed up another chance at a relationship.
Getting dressed, Eric quietly stumbled out of the house. He didn't know where he was going until he found himself in front of the Fotohut, recalling Fez mentioning it was where Hyde had been staying. Walking towards the window, Eric rapped his knuckles across the plastic window. He heard someone curse inside the room and groans of being closed, but he persistently continued knocking on the window. Tears now freely rolled down his cheeks.
"Fucking…What-!" Hyde slammed open the window, stopping when he saw Eric. "Shit, Forman…" He was gone in seconds, shutting the window behind him. Oh god, Eric's hazy mind began to work, he's going back to sleep!
"Hyde! Hyde, I'm sorry!" His head was pounding as he started to yell. The plastic rattled with each beat of his fist, only adding to his pain. "Please, I don't care anymore I-!"
He was stunned when two arms wrapped around his back. He didn't have to guess to know that they were Hyde's. The man had a familiar scent of cigarettes around that time at night, probably working with his own smell of booze, sweat, and arousal.
"I'm sorry…" Eric whispered trying to turn around to tuck himself into Hyde's chest.
"Sh…just let me hold you." Hyde's hold became tighter, unrelenting. For hours, the two stood like that repeating those two phrases.
Drabble 20:
With Hyde's assistance, Eric was able to make it back home into his room and sleep away his hangover the rest of the day. He was surprised the second time he woke up that day, Hyde was there with him. Arms crossed and in the Zen, the man didn't seem to move a bit from his seat gazing down at Eric.
Pushing himself up, Eric brushed his hand over his eyes. His headache was almost gone, but there was a dull throb reminding him of his behavior the night before. He filed away a reminder to never drink heavily again because it always put him in bad situations. "When did I get back here?"
"I carried you back after working Leo's shift so he could catch up on his sleep. What the hell were you thinking Eric? You know what he wanted so you went there drunk? You're a loose cannon when drunk."
"Please don't yell…" Eric brought his feet up. "It was stupid. I just…I just wanted to feel loved."
"So you send Fez to say we're through and go fuck Buddy?"
Glaring over his shoulder, Eric hissed, "I didn't sleep with him. I doubt he wanted to after I spoiled the night." Eric pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees. "I was so drunk; I kept comparing him to you. Big turn off, I know. And then he went down on me and, just once I wanted to pretend it was you giving me head for the first time and I came so hard for you." Buddy's disgust in him burned in his memory. He was supposed to have been over with Hyde, but he proved himself otherwise. He was only looking for a proxy, one willing to still hold him.
Hyde snorted. "Once you ride, you can't get off, what can I say?" Eric rolled his eyes. With fluid motions, Hyde pushed himself from the chair to the door. It locked with a snap before he leaned against the wood, glancing over Eric. "We got a lot to talk about, Forman. Serious. What do you want from me this whole time?"
Glancing up, barely able to past his palm still pressed firmly against his temple, Eric felt his gut twist. "I don't want to be a sex doll. I need to feel loved."
"I'm not gay."
"Neither am I." Eric hissed. "Damn it, I like girls, but I like you too. I like both guys and girls!"
"Shut up, Forman, do you want Red to hear any of this!" Hyde moved from the door to the bed, pressing his palm against Eric's mouth. "You know I'm not good with this shit." He whispered. "I can't give you that same affection Donna gave you or Kelso gives Jackie."
"I just want to be told that I'm important once or twice for more than just quick sex."
Hyde shifted. "I thought you liked being treated roughly."
"I love it," Eric leaned forward, taking Hyde's hand in his own. "I love it beyond words, but I need more. I don't need to be constantly dined or something, I just…I want to be able to say I am currently dating someone. That I'm in a romantic relationship."
"I don't want you around Buddy anymore. He's a snake."
"I won't be around him except as a friend." Eric smiled. "Why don't you like Buddy? He's actually a nice guy."
"Ch. You're mine. I don't share." Hyde brushed his lips across Eric's. It was chaste, nothing like their usual hot and passionate kisses from before. Both knew what it meant, not wanting to push what was blossoming again. They would have to take this slowly.
Drabble 21:
Hyde's hands were so large, very much masculine. He had thin wiry hairs on his knuckles and he started to get heavy arm hair around his wrist up. Eric's own arms had thin lightly colored hair. Leaning against Hyde, watching Saturday cartoons, Eric had found amusement in lacing his fingers with Hyde's. He'd never done it before, but now that he had permission to test his forming relationship he was damn well using it.
"They need to just tell Barney enough is enough, and then fire his ass." Hyde stretched his bare foot all while wiggling his toes. Eric giggled, his attention drawn to them. The same fine wiry hairs were on his toes as his hands. "I mean, come on, he just let them rob the bank! Who lets a deputy like that live? The government, that's who! They make crime to have its people grow a dependence on its men in blue when really; there was no problem to begin with!"
"It's just a television, Hyde." Eric shifted, letting his body fall into a crevice along Hyde's side. He felt better than he had in weeks just being there with Hyde. He almost didn't hear the door open, pushing himself from Hyde with a startled yelp. Laurie gave them an observant glare before bringing the families laundry to the washing machine.
"I'd like it if you started the laundry for me, Eric."
"No, no I'm not. That was mom and dad's punishment for you joining that cheesy porn film."
"Do it or I'll tell mom about your magazines under your bed."
"Oh?" Eric snorted. "Do so, you'll just be a liar and in more trouble." Those magazines had been moved a long time ago to Hyde's room. Just because they were together didn't mean they didn't respect the creature known as woman. Some looked damn fine. "While we're at it with my collections, why don't we show dad your new back massager? You should see it, it's not very lifelike. You'd think that be upsetting for her." Hyde snorted.
Getting into Eric's face, Laurie smirked. "Don't think you can hide behind that perfect persona forever. I know you're hiding something, brat, and I will find it." Not even bothering with the laundry, she made her way back up the stairs, leaving the two in an awkward silence.
"I forgot how much of a bitch it was to have Laurie back."
"That's what locks and gags were made for." Hyde turned up the volume to catch the end of the episode.
Drabble 22:
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't in love with Eric. Of course, he usually ignored that very word. He hated his age group thinking they'd found love once the slightest hint of lust hit them. But with Eric, he was starting to dream about forever and it scared the shit out of him. Not because it meant stability, something he'd never been accustomed to, but the realization that he wasn't what Eric needed. No, Hyde had pretty low goals that he planned to stick to. Get a job, stay out of jail, and get high at least one a week.
Eric's goals probably consisted of going to college, having a home with a picket fence, and maybe a family. Hyde knew he couldn't be any of that. He could be a great lover in that mixture, but neither of them was planning on popping any children anytime soon. Besides, why would Eric want someone with no real ambition? He could have any guy in the world. Hell, he could have Buddy!
Feeling his mood grow sour, Hyde took grab of the nearest thing he could. It wasn't often that Eric actually slept with him at night, especially when Kitty and Red usually hovered in the kitchen before dawn . Normally he'd have to help Eric back through his window where he could come stumbling down the stairs as if he'd finally woke up, however there was the rare time they just came up the stairs together mumbling about homework and late nights. No one ever commented, although now with Laurie back that lie would become hard to maintain.
The month without Eric, Hyde had had time to think about what he wanted out of his life. He dreamt of actually becoming something, but always found himself at some dead-end job living off of Chef Boyardee while slipping dollars into the g-string of broads that looked like Eric. Just like his male role models, he never saw a chance for himself in the real world.
He always knew the day would come that he would be sucked into the government conspiracy, but he never was ready for it. It made him sick to his stomach to think that all his newfound stress was thanks to the bundle in his arms, drooling against his bare nipple. He didn't want to imagine having to break up with the boy, not after the many sleepless nights he'd had dreaming of the geeky teen. He just…he just wasn't ready to become a minuscule ant in the cesspool of capitalism. There had to be more out there, something else he could do in order to win Eric forever.
Listening to the faint buzz of his alarm clock, set thirty minutes before Eric was going to be kicked out of bed by his parents, Hyde came to the realization he'd need to ask the one adult that would understand his situation. Leo had never led him astray before.
Drabble 23
God he loved kissing Hyde. The man's rough face would brush against his own smooth one and Eric would feel like putty. Hyde's tongue was just so damn able. He moved into his mouth hot and fast, mapping and plundering his own for all it's worth. It would attack Eric's own tongue, spiraling and fighting for dominance that never left Eric's own mouth.
Feeling lightheaded, Eric would be easily pushed back against a wall, chair, table, or floor giving Hyde access to everything. The curly haired man, however, loved kissing as foreplay. He promised, however, to try new things with Eric, but kissing was always his favorite. He used to say he loved how Eric's mouth always tasted minty, even after a long day. It mixed well with his own taste of tobacco, making Hyde joke that he should switch to menthol.
While Hyde was busy plundering, Eric's hands would move through thick hair. His own long hands would press against Hyde's scalp, pulling the man closer to him. He would then begin to slide down, resting on Hyde's jeaned bottom, trying to get friction between both of their growing penises. Sometimes he succeeded, but other times Hyde would push back against the hands to dislodge them. Feeling encouraged that Hyde was allowing his thrust to be controlled, Eric flipped both their bodies over.
They had the house to themselves, the first time since Laurie touched home again. It was the first time without said girl, as well, being in their faces damn sure she'd find their secret. Eric planned to use their time limit to his advantage. He wasn't ready, however, for Hyde to slide down on the couch while reaching for Eric's hips.
Their position changed again with Hyde on his back, Eric's hips over Hyde's face as his pants were quickly pushed down. Feeling like he had a frog in his throat, Eric could only watch as Hyde nervous touched his hardening shaft. "You don't have to…"
"Shut up, Forman." Hyde whispered. With a deep breath, Hyde took Eric's tip in his mouth. With a raspy groan, Eric grabbed the couch cushion, fighting the urge to thrust his hips into Hyde's inexperienced mouth. He knew he was going to come prematurely if Hyde continued, but he didn't want it to stop. His breathing grew shallow, his mouth went dry. He was going to come any second.
"Hyde…Hyde…stop…"
He felt firm hands grab his hips, stopping him from choking the other male. Hyde released him with a pop, his cool blue eyes staring up at Eric from above dark sunglasses barely wedged on his nose. His warm hand worked Eric's growing need, milking him. Eric couldn't pull. He could only thrust his hips into the warm enclosing as his climax approached. "Hyde!" He threw his head back as the first wad splashed against Hyde's face.
From behind him the sound of a box hitting the ground made Eric jump, his next wad of seed hitting the couch. Hyde looked equally stunned, nearly throwing the smaller male off him. Donna didn't stop staring, his wide eyes looking back and forth between them. After what felt like forever she finally stormed out of the basement.
Drabble 24:
"Donna, please open up."
Eric had been rattling her window for a good hour. His arms were starting to hurt from propping himself against the ivy ledges, but he refused to give in as he tried again. The girl could hear him. She laid on her bed with her pillow over her head. Every few seconds her shoulders would shakes as she cried.
"Please, Donna, I can explain everything." Eric tried again.
"What that I made my ex-boyfriend gay? Were you fucking Hyde before we broke up?" She hissed.
"We…" Eric took a deep breath. "Yes, but just once. I wanted more though but I didn't want to cheat on you so I, I wanted you to have a better boyfriend than me. That's why I didn't tell you. I just wanted…"
"What about what I wanted?" Donna sat up on the bed.
"Please, just let me in and we'll talk about this. I never meant for any of this to hurt you." Eric changed his hold on the house. His arms were growing weak making it only a matter of time before he plunged to his doom. The girl pushed herself up, glaring out her window with utter discontent for her ex-boyfriend. "Please, Donna…"
After what felt forever, He was finally able to slide into her open window. After what felt forever, both took opposite seats in the small room, unable to make contact. "Talk."
"We got drunk, Hyde and I…things got out of hand and I was interested." Eric's bottom lip quivered. "I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want to pull a Kelso, you deserve better than that."
"You should have just come clean. At least then it would have made more sense." The girl sniffled. "I mean, I could have…if I wasn't pleasing sexually we could have tried new stuff. Why Hyde?" She sounded insulted, and to be honest Eric couldn't blame her. Hyde was almost downgrading in a sense. A tall woman with an ample bosom for a teen with a promising beer gut and enough hair to cover his head should he ever go bald? What had he been thinking? Donna rubbed her eyes, drawing Eric's attention back toward her. "Did you ever really love me?" Her voice cracked.
"God, I loved you so much. I really was ready to spend forever with you, but things happen. Now when I look at my future, Hyde's there and…Donna, I love Hyde too. Please, our dreams of the future aren't as bright as your own. You'll meet someone who will help you get to be president or something, not me who will hold you back. Besides, I thought you liked being in the field again. You know, Fez has been eyeing you."
That earned a smile from the woman. "Fez eyes anything that breaths. Do you love him?"
"On alternate Tuesdays and Thursdays." Eric smiled.
Donna chuckled. "I still haven't forgave you for leaving me for Hyde but…I can grow to accept it."
"Thank you."