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Will was eating dinner with his mom and Jonathan, but he wasn't hungry. He was too busy thinking about his mom had said earlier; she never saw a body. Hopper could be alive. What if he had found an escape route, or jumped through the gate, or...or anything?
He picked at his food, contemplating his options. He could tell the others, but would that do more harm or good? He didn't want to give anyone false hope, especially El. That would rip her apart her whole life. In this case, closure could be the best thing anyone could ask for. No questions, no mystery; Hopper was gone, end of story.
But on the other hand, maybe the idea of Hopper being alive was something that El needed to hear. Maybe it would make her happier. But what if he was just being held in some Russian POW camp, getting tortured?
The best thing to do was probably to tell Mike. He would know what's best for El.
"Hey," his mom's voice came, shattering his train of thought. "You okay? You've barely touched your food."
Will hesitated, but replied to her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about something."
He faked a smile, but knew a pressing conversation with Mike would have to take place soon.
Max and Lucas had been in Lucas's basement for a while. They had just wrapped up watching a movie, and were watching the closing credits roll. Max sighed, and leaned into her boyfriend's body.
"How you feeling?" Lucas asked.
Max shrugged. "I don't know...weird, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
Max looked at him, and then furrowed her brow. "I don't know...I guess I just don't...don't quite believe it yet. Like my mind hasn't really accepted the fact that he's gone."
"That's okay," Lucas consoled. "You're not in a schedule. You have as much time as you want to accept it."
"Yeah. I guess," Max said. Lucas could tell that she was still confused about her emotions.
"I really don't want to go home," she sighed. "I just want to stay here with you. But the longer I'm away from my house, the more shit I'm gonna get when I go home."
"You can stay here for as long as you want," Lucas assured here. "My parents don't mind."
"Yeah, thank God. I wish I could bring you home with me," she cursed under her breath. "Fuck that."
"Hey, we've gone through this before. Calm down, there's nothing we can do."
Max kissed his lips. "I'm sorry, it's just that you deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who has parents who don't judge you based on your fucking skin colour."
Lucas clicked his tongue. He was a black person in 1983, he was no stranger to being the victim of racism in his life. Mind you, it was never anything too serious. The worst he would get is some dirty looks by some, but nothing more. It was only until he had met Billy and heard about Max's step dad that he ever really understood what it felt like to be on the receiving end of true discrimination. And even the thought it made his blood boil in anger, but he wasn't going to show that to Max.
"Don't worry, Stalker. Just a couple more years, and you can move into you own place and you can invite me over all you want, and you won't have to look at your step dad again."
Max laughed out loud and leaned over on the couch to cuddle with her boyfriend. She was so thankful for him. She would never admit it to him, or anyone for that matter, but she was pretty sure she loved him at this point. Especially after the last few days, all the times he had saved their asses, she was pretty positive. Her thoughts drifted to all the times he had done something heroic; using his slingshot to save her from Billy during the Sauna test, cutting off the tentacle of the Mindflayer at the cabin, and using his stupid fireworks to save El.
A part of her wanted to tell him how she felt, but another part of her wanted to hold back because she was afraid that he did not feel the same way about her. Maybe she could take to El about it. It sounded like a good idea for some nice girl talk.
"But seriously though, when are you going back to your house? I love having you here, I just want to make sure I can see you again," he chuckled, to which Max dryly laughed in return.
"Well," she said. "By now, they've probably heard that Billy is-is dead. And my Mom is probably in a crying fit, and my step dad is...well, I don't know what the fuck he'd be doing right now. So I'd be walking into a shitstorm, and chances are that both of them will be too preoccupied to even care about me. I won't tell them that I was there, I'll come up with some excuse. I don't think I'll be punished, so long as I don't get home more than a week from now."
"A week?" Lucas asked, displaying a small grin. "I like the sound of that."
"Mm, I bet you do," Max smirked pulling him in for a lingering kiss. Their lips moved rhythmically against one another's, until Max suddenly broke her motion and moved away.
"Is something wrong?" Lucas questioned. He knew that it was nothing that he did. Kissing like that was something that wasn't rare. So he couldn't have overstepped any boundaries or something.
"No, I just...I can't stop thinking about him."
"You mean Billy?"
"Yeah," Max replied, reaching up to rub her eyes with her thumb and index finger.
"Maybe talking to your Mom or something will help?"
Max considered his words, and concluded that he might be right. Her Mom was a really nice person who she loved a lot. She would be able to give her some guidance, help her get through this. But as much as her Mom would be able to help her, she had a feeling Lucas would do a much better job.
"Yeah, maybe I'll talk to her when I get home," she murmured. "I dunno."
She forced all the negative thoughts out of her mind. Right now she just wanted to have some sexy time with her man.
"Come here," she commanded, slightly biting her lower lip.
She shifted on the couch and moved to sit on his lap facing him. She pressed her lips savagely against his, and she felt the thoughts of her brother and step dad and everything else quickly ebb away. She tilted her head more to the right while he simultaneously did the same, deepening the rapidly intensifying make-out session. Lucas moved sideways to lie along the length of the couch, and she moved with him to straddle his hips. When his back met the seat cushions of the couch, Max moved her mouth to his neck, and began to gently suck the skin.
Lucas hummed quietly in contentment, and reached his right hand to grab Max's ass. Startled slightly, but not thrown off by the action, she lightly nodded her head and pressed her body into him, focusing mainly on his groin region. She began to sway her hips forward and backward, grinding up against the growing bulge in his pants. He continued to run his fingers along her behind, almost in ecstasy from the feeling of her firm ass in his hand.
Happy with her work on his neck, Max moved away from it and back to his lips. She felt Lucas grab the hem of her top and tug it upward. She leaned back just enough to peel her shirt off, her chest almost fully on display for her boyfriend now.
She lunged back into him, and he moved his hands to her front to gently caress her breasts through her bra. He could ever-so-slightly feel her nippes through the fabric. He desperately wanted to go underneath, but he didn't want to overstep any boundaries. It wasn't that he had never done it before, it was just that in her current state with her brother and all, he didn't want to do anything wrong.
"Go under," she whispered into his mouth. Lucas grinned into the kiss, and slipped his fingers under the material. His warm fingers spread out and he tried to take as much of her tits in each of his hands as possible. The soft mounds of flesh felt amazing in his hands. He flicked his thumbs over each of her nipples, and she moaned in response.
"Want me to take it off?" she breathed flirtatiously.
"Please," Lucas murmured back.
She sat up again, and reached around her back and unclipped her bra. She placed it on the ground beside the couch, and remained upright to allow Lucas to soak in her bare image.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," Lucas whispered. She smirked and leaned back down to taste his tongue on hers. She parted her lips as he did the same and they met in the middle. Without looking, she worked her hands to loosen his belt.
Lucas's heart almost skipped a beat. She had never taken this step before. He wasn't going to object to it, though. He had spent many hours in his room fantasizing about this sort of thing, and to have it finally come to realization made him tingle all over. He didn't know for sure why she was making this move, but he could guess; perhaps she was trying to forget about Billy and everything by distracting herself with...well, whatever this was. If it was going to result in sex, then he thought that maybe he wasn't ready for this step.
But at the same time, the idea of sex made him nearly crazy with desire. However, he'd feel incredibly guilty if they only did it just because she was feeling sorry for herself and needed a distraction. He lightly pushed her away from him. She had a confused face.
"What's wrong?" Max asked.
Lucas paused, and furrowed his brow. "Max...are you sure about this?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're very upset and emotional right now, and...I want to make sure that you're actually ready for this and want this and you're not just trying to-to distract yourself by doing something that you don't really want to do."
Max thought to herself for a couple moments. She was upset and she was feeling a lot of emotions right now, and she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't trying to distract herself a little bit from all the stuff that was going on, but at the same time she wanted this. She was aware of the fact that not even a couple days ago she was explaining to El "happy screams," and that the things that Billy does (or did) alone with the girls was gross. But after everything Lucas had done, and everything he was doing to help her made her want more, made her want to give him more. Maybe not actual sex yet, but something a little more intimate then just kissing. Since that conversation with El, something seemed to have clicked in her. Maybe it wasn't so gross anymore.
"No, I want this," Max assured him.
"Are you sure?" Lucas said, still not believing what has happening.
Rather than responding, she simply slid her right hand under his pants and grabbed a hold of his penis through his boxers. Lucas exhaled sharply and suddenly. "Okay," he gasped.
"Yeah," she smiled mischievously. She wanted to show Lucas how much she appreciated him for being there for her, and all that he did for the party; the way he protected her from Billy during the Sauna Test; how he rescued El and the rest of them in the cabin with the ax; his firework idea that ended up saving them all at Starcourt; the slingshot that he had fired to draw the Mindflayer away from her in the Gap.
She started to rub his erect member though the material of his underwear, and Lucas groaned back in ecstasy. He reached up to grab a hold of her breasts again, and massaged them passionately. The feeling drove Max crazy, and made her want to go even a step further. She yanked his pants down to about his knees so she could get better access to his crotch.
"You want me to go under?" she teased him.
"Yes," he replied, barely able to form words.
Max slipped her entire hand under his final layer of clothing. His pubes tickled her skin, and when she felt his dick in her fingers she immediately a pool of heat move toward her lower body. She began to stroke it slowly, listening to the music of Lucas's voice urging her to continue in a low voice.
Feeling bold, Lucas started to rub her vagina through her pants. Max moaned into his mouth, she was in heaven. She felt her core becoming dripping wet, she desperately wanted Lucas to feel his hand against her bare body, not just through her pants. But his parents were just up the stairs, and she wasn't quite sure that now was a good time to take any bigger steps than what they were already doing.
So she settled on a different idea.
She broke apart from the kiss scooted down the couch, so that her head became level with his genitals. Lucas could only guess what was coming next, and he was prepared. His girlfriend lowered his underwear, and his boner flopped out.
She had never seen anything so bizarre looking, yet so beautiful. It made her so fucking horny. Without hesitation, she placed her hand on his girth and dragged her tongue around and across the head of his dick.
"Oh, shit…" he groaned, and placed one of his hands on the back of her head. She swirled her tongue around his head, and up and down the shaft slowly and methodically. The taste of him was enough to make her lose her mind. She decided she was done building up, and decided to go fully in.
She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked on it, while still flicking her tongue across it. "Oh God," Lucas moaned. "Like that." She moved her head back, her lips leaving his dick with a suctiony popping sound. She dove back in in less than an instant, and took more of him in her mouth, the first two and a half inches or so. She came back up but didn't let go of her grasp on it, and went back down. Up. Down. Up and down. She gradually increased her speed as she became more comfortable with the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Max," Lucas breathed. "Keep going, I'm almost there."
Her heart began to race at the thought of Lucas reaching his climax right in her mouth. She didn't know what she would do when it happened. Would she keep her mouth on it when it happened? Would she let it go and just let him do it into her hand?
She never got to decide because before she had even registered what was happening she felt her man's hand gently pressing her head downward as a hot sticky liquid began shooting into her mouth. Her initial instinct was to pull away, but it was already happening so she didn't. She enjoyed it. The taste was unique; sweet and tangy, and somewhat salty in a way. The consistency was strange, like a syrup.
She loved it. She swallowed it all, and lapped up the last of it from around his girth and her lips. She pulled away, smiling.
"So?" she asked, slightly shaking her upper body, allowing her tits to jiggle in front of him a little bit.
"Amazing," Lucas said, heaving and out of breath, eyes closed.
"Good."
Mike Wheeler walked through the door of his basement and placed a crying and distressed El on the couch. When he set her down, he tried to move away to position himself on the couch beside her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and did not relent.
"Pl-please," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as she did so. "Don't let go."
Mike looked back at her, meeting her dark brown, glistening eyes. "El, I was just gonna move to sit beside…" he trailed off when he saw her shake her head. He understood what he had to do.
He scooped her back up in his arms and sat down on the couch, still holding her. Lying in her lap, she continued to sob quietly. She leaned upward and grabbed him so that their cheeks touched, one of her hands on the back of his head and the other on the small of his back.
Mike hugged her back, brushing the still falling tears from her face.
"Shhh," he soothed. "It's okay, it's okay. I got you."
El hated herself. She felt like some kind of parasite, clinging to Mike like a leech. But right now, his touch was the only thing in the world that made her feel like she wasn't going to just explode. She knew that it was only less than ten minutes ago she was screaming and cursing at him, and yet somehow, here he was, holding her. Stroking her strands of hair and brushing the tears from her face away.
God, she loved him so much.
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