With a frustrated growl, Hopper carefully untangled himself from around Joyce and laid on his back, pressing his fingers into his eyes. He'd been struggling to fall asleep for an hour now and was quickly getting irritated. Irritated at the fact he was going to feel like shit in the morning and irritated he'd been sporting an erection the entire time he'd been lying there.

It wasn't unusual at all for him to get hard when he curled up behind Joyce and pulled her against him before they went to sleep. His erection would usually go down within a few minutes or he'd fall asleep no problem at all, so why in the hell was he in this predicament? Sure, Joyce had teased the shit out of him throughout the day and left him hanging with no release, but this was ridiculous.

"Son of a bitch," Hopper whispered angrily, keeping his voice low to not wake Joyce who was still sleeping heavily beside him. Despite everything telling him not to, he couldn't resist reaching down to palm himself through his boxers, hoping to relieve some of the ache he was feeling at being hard for so long.

He really didn't want to go rub one out in the middle of the night just to be able to fall asleep, but after laying there for several more minutes thinking of the most disgusting things possible and coming up unsuccessful, he finally gave in and got out of bed.

Careful to not make a lot of noise, he opened his bedroom door and walked down the hall to the bathroom, finding his way there by memory since most of the house was covered in darkness. When he flipped on the light, he squinted and gave his eyes a second to adjust before shutting the door behind him.

Dropping the toilet lid, Hopper sat down and leaned back, sliding his boxers down only far enough to let his erection spring free so the cold plastic of the lid didn't touch his skin. There was already a small bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock and as soon as he ran his thumb through it and started stroking himself, he felt guilty. He knew he had no reason to feel that way, this was a normal thing people did, he just couldn't help but wonder what Joyce would think if she knew.

While continuing to stroke himself slowly, he sighed and ran a hand over his face and through his hair, trying to focus on actually feeling good instead of beating himself up for no reason. Maybe this was exactly the reason he couldn't fall asleep, because he was literally overthinking everything.

Squeezing himself a little harder out of frustration, he finally started to feel pleasure instead of guilt and reached down to use both of his hands at the same time. His left hand covered the base with small strokes, while his right gripped around the head where he twisted his wrist at the same time, the action causing him to close his eyes and moan. His lip found its way between his teeth when he remembered he needed to be quiet and he sucked in a deep breath, moving his left hand over his stomach as he stroked himself faster with just his right.

Stopping long enough to spit in his hand, he rubbed over the tip lightly, imagining Joyce's lips around him, licking and sucking him slowly. When he thought about sliding down her throat with his hands buried in her hair, his hips flexed and he felt himself getting close. He groaned when he heard her saying his name in his head, his other hand finding its way back around him as he started shallowly thrusting into his closed fists.

It wasn't until the sound of Joyce's voice got louder that he opened his eyes confused and saw he hadn't closed the bathroom door all the way, fingers were coming through the crack, pushing it open.

"Hop, are yo-"

"Shit!" He hissed, quickly letting himself go to pull up his boxers. "Joyce, what the hell, don't you knock?" He asked breathless, trying to calm his racing heart as he turned to face the sink, placing his hands on the counter and dropping his head to hide his embarrassment. He knew he was beet red, his ears felt like they were on fire and he really didn't want her to see his reflection in the mirror.

"I...I'm sorry, the door was open...I thought something was wrong." She stammered, clearly surprised at what she'd walked in on.

Hopper sighed, closing his eyes as he ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Please just go back to bed." He begged helplessly, placing his palm on the counter once more as he tried not to focus on the fact his erection hadn't wilted in the slightest.

The bathroom door clicked shut and Hopper lifted his head expecting to find the room empty, but instead, Joyce was walking toward him.

"You don't have to be embarrassed." Her hands rubbed over his shoulders and he turned to face her despite wanting to keep his red face hidden.

"I'm pretty sure this is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me..." He admitted, swallowing thickly. Not even his parents had ever walked in on him jerking off. At least not to his knowledge.

"Why didn't you just wake me up?"

Hopper sighed. "Joyce, I'm not going to wake you every time I get a boner that won't go away. You don't sleep enough as it is. Just go back to bed and I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Since I'm already here, let me help you," Joyce said as she reached out to place a hand on his hip, sliding her thumb under the elastic band of his boxers.

Her touch made him shiver and for a split second, he considered her offer. "Shouldn't you be grossed out or mad at me or something?" He asked confused. The guilt he'd been feeling before had him imagining a completely different reaction to this situation.

Joyce smiled and leaned forward to kiss his chest. "Why on earth would I be mad? You're a guy Hop, it's in your DNA or something to be horny all the time."

His finger found its way under her chin and he lifted her head to make her look at him. "If you were a guy and had to lay beside you every night you'd understand." He teased. "And I'll have you know that I laid there a goddamn hour trying to get this stupid thing to go away. I didn't exactly want to come do this."

"Well don't let me stop you," Joyce said with a smirk, taking a step back.

Hopper raised his brow as he dropped his arm to his side. "What?"

"Go back to what you were doing." She gestured with her hand toward his hips.

Hopper opened and closed his mouth a few times before words decided to come out. "You're not leaving?"

She shook her head.

"Joyce, I'm not jerking off in front of you."

"Suit yourself." She said before sinking to her knees and pulling his boxers down his legs.

Hopper's attempt at a protest died in his throat when Joyce grabbed the base of his cock and swirled her tongue around the tip, taking him into her mouth. She'd only done this one other time and he'd forgotten how amazing it felt. This definitely wouldn't take long, he'd already been close before she walked in on him.

Letting his head fall back with his eyes closed, he moved his right hand to place on the back of her neck, his fingers threading into her hair as she took him as far down her throat as she could without choking. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked back up his length and she repeated this pattern slowly several times until his legs started shaking. His hips thrust forward carefully, setting a rhythm as she continued working him closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna..." He whispered and the grip she had on his thighs grew tighter. "Joyce..." Biting the inside of his cheek to help muffle his moan, he let go of her hair to grip the counter behind him and came hard, shooting his load down her throat where she desperately tried to swallow everything he gave her.

After a minute he placed his hand on her shoulder when everything was becoming overly sensitive. "Too much." He panted, trying his best to stay standing, his legs feeling like jello.

Joyce gave him one last suck and let him go, wiping her mouth with her hand before sliding his boxers back up his legs as she got to her feet. Hopper instantly reached for her and pulled her to his chest, resting his cheek on the top of her head while attempting to catch his breath. "You're amazing."

Joyce chuckled into his skin and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his back lightly. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?"

"Without a doubt. I can barely keep my eyes open."

Joyce squeezed his middle one last time and took a step back. "Come on then big guy."

Hopper stopped her from turning around when she moved to leave. "Do you want me to do anything for you?" As tired as he was, he had no problem at all making her feel just as good as she'd made him feel. Her behavior the last few days left him with no doubt she was just as sexually frustrated as he'd been.

"Not tonight." She said with a smile and threaded their fingers together, tugging on him to follow her back to the room.

Hopper couldn't resist reaching out and laying a light smack on her ass as they walked down the dark hallway. The slight squeak she emitted leaving a smile on his lips.

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"Jim, you feeling okay honey?" Mary asked from in front of the stove the following morning.

Hopper looked up from his bowl of Captain Crunch confused. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" He replied, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Well, I heard you get up last night and go to the bathroom. I thought Joyce was in there making sure you were okay."

The spoon in Hopper's hand stopped halfway to his mouth and he quickly glanced across the table to look at Joyce, the color had drained from her cheeks.

"Oh...yeah, I woke up with really bad acid reflux. Thought dinner was going to come back up." Hopper quickly lied. He didn't need his mother to know that Joyce had indeed been taking care of him.

"Yeah, I had some pretty bad heartburn last night as well. Probably need to lay off pizza for a while. Or at least stop getting extra sauce when we order." Greg mentioned as he began to peel the orange he was holding.

"Probably. We have been eating out a lot lately. I just haven't really felt like cooking the past few nights." Mary admitted as she takes her seat beside Greg, a cup of coffee in her hand.

"I will be more than happy to help you cook mom. Just let me know what's on the menu and I'll do whatever you need." Joyce chimed in, glad the conversation had changed from the men's indigestion problems.

"Thank you, honey. I might take you up on that sometime soon."

Hopper reached for the cereal box and added a bit more of the sugary goodness to his and Joyce's bowl.

"Are the two of you going to attend the college and job fair today after school?" Greg questioned as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.

"Yeah, I'll drop in for a bit. You going to be there for the department?" Hopper asked through his mouth full of cereal.

"Yeah. Don't know what good it's going to do though. It's not like Hawkins is full of miscreants. Someone only retires, or transfers every ten years or so. We can only take on so many people when the crime level is as low as it is. Not that I'm complaining or anything." Greg stated and drained the remains of his coffee cup before standing to refasten his belt. Joyce watched as he adjusted the holster on his right hip.

Mary stood from her spot at the table to wrap her arms around Greg's neck, giving him a quick kiss. She did this same routine every morning before he left for work, because she never knew the day she would receive a call that something terrible had happened to him. All it took was one small scare several years ago to completely change the way she processed his departure each morning.

"We should probably get going too Joy, don't want to be late." Hopper commented and wiped the remains of his milk mustache off with his sleeve. He stood and followed Greg to the sink as Joyce began to gather the dirty dishes off the table before she was shooed away by Mary.

"Go onto school darlin', I got this."

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The school was abuzz with excitement for the 'Future Fair' that was taking place after school and talk of the future was all anyone discussed at lunch. Joyce picked at her sandwich while she listened to Benny, Karen, and Hopper converse about what they hoped their future held, but all Joyce could do was worry. Watching Mary kiss Greg goodbye that morning had struck a nerve. Hopper had some interest in following his father's footsteps and what if he joined the force and something happened to him? What if he was shot in the line of duty or hurt in a high-speed chase? Joyce didn't know if she could kiss him goodbye every morning and not worry herself to death about his safety. What if they had kids? Would she have the strength to raise them without him? Thoughts of the negatives quickly turned into positives however as Joyce remembered Hopper wearing that uniform on Halloween. He had filled it out perfectly. Showing off the muscles that he had developed from years of working on the farm, and from being the captain of the wrestling team.

"Earth to Joyce. You alive over there?" Karen asked, waving her hand in front of her face.

"I'm sorry, what?" Joyce blinked, looking up from her lunch.

"Figured as much. You kind of zoned out over there. Everything okay?"

Joyce nodded her head and stuffed a bite of her sandwich into her mouth. "Yeah, just got caught in a daydream." Unconsciously, Joyce leaned back onto Hopper's chest and her gentle giant reciprocated in kind by wrapping his arm around her shoulder. It was amazing how he picked up on her little quirks like he just somehow knew she needed him to hold her.

"Like I was saying, if you want we can plan a day to hit up the dress shops for prom." Karen repeated herself now that Joyce was listening.

"Prom? Already? Jesus Karen, it's only February, prom isn't until May." Benny piped up over the top of his chocolate milk carton. Joyce and Hopper both tried and failed at covering their laughter with coughs.

"Exactly! We have to hit the store as early as possible. Don't want those who shall not be named getting the best dresses. Besides, we all know you and Jim are going to be competing for prom king. Joyce and I are going to have to look our best standing beside the two of you."

Joyce almost choked on the cookie she had been nibbling on. "Yeah, I don't have to worry about that Karen. Even when Hopper wins prom king I sure won't be elected queen. So there is no need for me to get anything fancier than something from the department store."

"Joyce Horowitz, I refuse to let you go to your senior prom wearing a dress from a department store!" Karen practically recoiled at the thought.

"It's months away Karen, I'm sure the two of you will figure something out between now and then," Hopper stated as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang throughout the cafeteria.

Benny was the first from their table to stand. "Come on honey, I'll walk you to class." He smiled at Karen, who turned to face Joyce as she stood.

"Just think about it okay? And let me know when you want to go."

Joyce nodded and reassured Karen she would let her know. As she and Benny walked away, she slumped against Hopper's chest once more.

"I don't want to go dress shopping." She groaned. "It's not like I'm going to be up there with you, and I know that you don't care what kind of dress I'm going to wear. I might just tell her I'm sick or something when she decides to go."

"You're right honey, I'd think you look good in a potato sack. If you don't want to get a fancy dress, then don't. I'm going to dance with you no matter what you're wearing."

The compliment made Joyce smile. Hopper always knew what to say when she was feeling self-conscious about herself. She knew she wasn't as curvy as the other girls in town, and no she didn't have a huge rack, but he made her feel as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The fact that he was currently kissing down her jawline only added to how powerful he made her feel, and she couldn't help but grind against the apex on his thighs where she could already feel the start of an erection.

"Come on Joy, don't want to be late for class." He sighed, moving to stand from the lunch table. Joyce quickly grabbed the collar of today's flannel shirt and stopped him in his tracks.

"I have a better idea."

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The door to the AV room closed with a loud thud the moment Hopper pushed Joyce against the heavy wooden surface. She was in the air in seconds, being held up by nothing more than his hips and the door behind her.

"You think it's funny teasing me like that? Knowing good and damn well that I can't reciprocate the way I want to?" Hopper's low voice growled as he nipped her bottom lip, causing Joyce to grab a fistful of his hair, halting the assault on her mouth.

"And why can't you?" She whispered as she ground her hips down against the hardness she could feel between his legs.

A cough suddenly came from across the room, making the two of them freeze instantly. Not letting Joyce down, Hopper turned his head and found that they weren't alone in the small, dimly lit room. Sitting behind a desk covered in AV equipment was Bob Newby with Amanda Bennett straddling his lap, the back of her dress halfway unzipped.

"Hey, Jim. Joyce." Bob nodded to the couple in front of him, his hands never leaving Amanda's side.

"Hey Bob, nice to see you again Amanda." Hopper casually replied, still holding Joyce up against the door. "Like what you've done with the place. Looks a lot less nerdy than the last time I was in here."

Joyce making a sound brought Hopper's attention back to her before Bob could respond. "Mind putting me down Hop?"

"Oh shit, sorry." Stepping back, Hopper held onto her until her feet were planted firmly on the ground. Once she was standing, Joyce attempted to straighten out her clothes and awkwardly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Thankfully the room was dark enough to hide the blush she could feel running down her neck.

"Give us a minute to make sure the teachers aren't in the hall and we'll uh...let the two of you get back to um...business." Hopper supplied as he pulled Joyce to him and reached around her for the doorknob.

"We can finish this tonight once we go to bed okay?" He practically growled into her ear, making goosebumps erupt on her skin.

As quiet as possible, Hopper cracked the door and slowly poked his head into the hallway, looking in both directions. "All clear, lets go. Bob, Amanda, you two enjoy the rest of your afternoon." He smiled and took Joyce's hand in his, making a beeline for the nearest exit.

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"Well aren't you two just adorable." Karen teased as she and Benny made their way over to Joyce and Hopper who were already waiting for them under the bleachers. Hopper was sitting on the ground, his back propped up by a huge chunk of concrete and Joyce was between his legs with her back against his chest. Her nose was currently buried in a book and only offered them a half-ass wave as Hopper idly ran his fingers through her hair.

Hopper looked up from the book with a grin and exhaled a lungful of smoke. "You know it."

"How did you get out here so fast anyway?" Benny asked as he took a seat on the ground across from them.

"I skipped English," Joyce said with a shrug, still not looking up from the page that was holding most of her attention.

"Joyce!" Karen scolded and kicked the bottom of her shoe before taking a seat beside Benny. "Why risk messing up your grades when you just got them back up?"

"Relax." Joyce started, finally putting the book down to take the cigarette from Hopper. "There weren't any tests today and I already know everything they're going to teach us anyway."

Karen rolled her eyes. "Alright miss smarty pants, sorry I asked."

"Besides, I think the real question here, is why in the hell you didn't tell me the two of you were dating?" Joyce sat up with her eyes narrowed and looked between her and Benny.

Benny's lips parted slightly like he wanted to speak, but snapped his mouth shut when he looked at Karen.

"Can't say I've ever seen you turn that shade of red Benny." Hopper laughed, which resulted in Benny tossing a pebble in his direction.

"Hey," Joyce whined, ducking her head into Hopper's chest to avoid getting hit by the pathetic excuse of a rock she knew wouldn't cause any actual harm.

"Alright, alright," Karen said before leaning her head against Benny's shoulder. "It's not like I wasn't going to tell you, we were just waiting to see how things went. But yes, we're officially dating as of a few days ago."

Joyce couldn't help but grin. "Well, I'm happy for you."

"Karen, you know you can do better right than him right?" Hopper teased, then jumped when Joyce pinched his side. "Ow."

"Be nice."

"I was just kidding honey, I'm glad this loser finally got him a decent girl." When Hopper frowned, Joyce leaned up to press her lips to his gently, kissing away his pout.

"Anyway, I've been thinking." Benny spoke up, changing the subject. "Why don't we all go camping at the quarry during spring break? Everyone else is going to the lake since they keep getting busted at the quarry, so it should only be the four of us there. Plus it's easier with your dad being the chief and all to make sure no one bothers us."

"Wait." Joyce looked around confused. "You guys aren't actually supposed to go out there?"

"Hell no." Benny interrupted before anyone else could speak. "There's like a hundred no trespassing signs posted around the property, but Mr. Hopper always made sure to handle any calls that came in when we went so we wouldn't get in trouble."

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll talk to him about it. We still have like two months before spring break to get it all figured out."

"You think your parents will let me go?" Joyce asked quietly, looking over her shoulder.

"Well yeah, why wouldn't they?" The question threw him off at first, but then he remembered this was all still very new to her. She wasn't used to being able to do things normal teenagers did.

Joyce sank back against Hopper when Karen and Benny were looking at her like she'd asked the dumbest question ever.

"I'm sure if you just asked your mom she wouldn't care, Joyce." Benny finally broke the awkward silence as he took one last drag off his cigarette before snubbing it out into the dirt.

Tension ran up Joyce's back like an electric shock at Benny's words and Hopper wrapped his arms around her a bit tighter. "I can't ask her, I mean...I…"

When Benny lifted his eyes, he noticed Hopper kissing the top of Joyce's head, trying to offer her comfort and he had no idea why there was a sudden shift in the air around them. "What? What did I say?" He looked around completely lost.

Karen was also confused as to what was happening. Her and Joyce had definitely grown closer in the short amount of time they had been friends, but Joyce was a very private person, she didn't share much about her personal life and Karen knew nothing about Joyce's mother.

"Then ask your dad?" Benny offered and instantly kicked himself as soon as the words left his mouth. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

Hopper stroked up and down Joyce's arm gently and looked over at Benny. Travis' arrest hadn't been announced to the public, and Karen would kill Chrissy and Marissa if they spoke a word about what they saw in the locker room, so how did Benny know? He sure as hell hadn't told anyone.

"No, I'm sorry…" Karen sighed. "It was right after the incident in the locker room, and Benny was worried, and...please don't be mad at me."

Joyce turned slightly in Hopper's hold to look over at Karen. "It's alright." She shrugged and scratched at the back of her neck. "Everyone will find out eventually anyway, so it's probably best you hear it from me first." She had no reason to be afraid anymore and they deserved to know the truth. "My mom hasn't been around since I was seven and my dad is in prison. Jim's parents have legal custody over me, I live with them."

"You two live together? That's like every young couple's dream come true." Benny said out of nowhere which surprisingly caused Joyce to chuckle and roll her eyes.

That sound was all it took to make Hopper relax. It still amazed him every day how far Joyce had come, and the fact she could tell their friends a secret she had been harboring for years without breaking down made him proud. "It's pretty awesome, not gonna lie. Until she steals all the covers at night." He teased and tickled her side.

"You get to sleep together too?" Benny's eyebrows shot to his hairline in disbelief.

"Damn Jim, you must have the most understanding parents in the world," Karen added.

"We still have rules to follow. It's not like we can just do whatever we want." Hopper said before gently pushing on Joyce so he could stand when the five-minute bell rang out.

Benny stood as well and grabbed his bag from the ground. "Even so, my parents would never allow a girl to sleep in a bed with me every night."

"Guess I got lucky then." He laughed and gave Benny a fist bump. "We'll see you guys tomorrow."

Karen wrapped Joyce in a hug and apologized once again in her ear so no one else could hear, then hooked her arm around Benny's to head to class.

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"Come on Hop!" Joyce yelled as she stepped out onto the porch.

Catching the screen door with his hand before it slammed in his face, he slipped his arms into his coat and ran after her toward the barn. "I've never seen you this excited to shovel shit." He said with a chuckle, watching as she struggled to get the huge wooden door to slide open.

With his help, they stepped inside the warmth of the barn and quickly shut the door back to keep out the cold. The second he turned around after the door latched, Joyce was grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him forward, her lips crashing against his in a heated passion he didn't quite understand.

"Joyc-"

"Shhh." She said before kissing him again, nipping and licking his bottom lip until he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his tongue into her mouth, giving her exactly what she wanted. A moan crept up her throat when he picked her up and pressed her against the side of the barn, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

"I want you...I want you so bad." She gasped, her lips brushing a trail across his jaw and down his neck until she bit into his shoulder.

Hopper couldn't help the growl that rumbled in his chest as he reached up with one of his hands to cup her cheek, making her look at him while he kept a firm grip on her ass with his other. "What's gotten into you?" He asked breathless, searching her lust filled eyes for a reason behind her sudden behavior. Not that he minded, he'd have to be dead inside to resist her when she got like this, but it still confused him that coming to do chores had apparently turned her on this much.

"I just need you." She whimpered, thrusting her chest forward as his lips pressed against the crook of her neck, the soft touch making the ache between her legs throb even more. "Please…" The promise to continue this once they went to bed hadn't been forgotten, she just couldn't wait any longer.

"Whatever you want sweetheart." He panted. "All you have to do is ask."

Shifting to where her feet were back on the ground, Joyce pulled him down for another quick kiss before fumbling with his belt. "I want you inside me."

"Jesus Christ." Hopper swallowed, placing his hand against the wall beside her head. "I don't have a condom with me."

Distracted by her lips on his neck, he didn't see her reach into her pocket, but caught the sight of the familiar foil packet out of the corner of his eye when she held up her hand. Just as he went to take it from her, tiny fingers wrapped around his incredibly hard cock and he groaned loudly, his hips jerking forward into her touch. "Did you plan this?" He asked, reaching down to cup his hand between her legs, his fingers rubbing along the seam of her jeans as she continued to stroke him.

"Maybe." She replied with a grunt, her palm resting against the middle of his chest.

Knowing he needed to think straight for a second, Hopper sighed and dropped his forehead against hers with his eyes closed, moving his hand that had been between her legs to rest at her hip. "Do you want to go to the tree house?" There was no way they could have sex right there without getting caught if either of his parents decided to come looking for them.

Joyce placed her hand on his cheek and turned his head so he was looking over his shoulder. "Up there."

"The hay loft?" He asked, his eyes going wide as he turned back around.

A mischievous grin spread across Joyce's face and she bit her lip, giving him a nervous nod.

Quickly tucking himself back into his boxers, Hopper pulled his jeans up enough to where they wouldn't fall and grabbed her hand, dragging her over to the ladder on the opposite side of the barn. When Joyce moved to go up first, Hopper stopped her and curled his fingers into the back of her hair, giving her a slow, deep kiss. "I love you."

Joyce whined into his mouth, her thumb caressing the stubble along the line of his jaw. "I love you too." She said with a smile before letting him go to grab a hold of the ladder.

Hopper watched as her hips swayed above him each time she lifted her leg to climb higher and he couldn't resist grabbing the side of her thigh to stop her long enough for him to bite her right ass cheek through her jeans. The sudden contact caused her to yelp and he quickly moved his head when she swatted at him. "You're gonna make me fall Hop."

"I'll catch you." He chuckled and let her go so she could pull herself the rest of the way up.

The loft was a good fifteen to twenty feet in the air without any walls or rails on one side, so Hopper took a second to move a few hay bales around to create a makeshift barrier near the edge to not only keep them safe, but to also make sure no one could see them if they happened to enter the barn.

Joyce started untying her boots and unbuttoned her jeans while Hopper took off his coat and laid it over a thin layer of hay littering the floor of the loft. Before he had a chance to pull his shirt over his head, Joyce was jerking him back to her lips and threading her fingers into his hair.

"Lay down." Hopper managed to say between kisses, already feeling slightly overwhelmed even though she'd hardly touched him.

With one swift kick of her legs, Joyce had her jeans tossed to the side and was working on getting her panties off when Hopper dropped to his knees and finished the task for her. She held onto his shoulders and lifted her foot to step out of the thin cotton, then moved to lay back onto his coat, staying centered to avoid the rough hay touching her bare skin.

"Hop, no." Joyce whined when he lifted her shirt and started kissing down her stomach.

Taking her words the wrong way, Hopper froze and looked up with concern, unsure of what he had done for her to tell him no. That was the last thing he wanted to hear in a moment like this.

Joyce felt tension run down his back and gave him a reassuring smile before she lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, digging the heel of her foot into his ass to pull him forward. "Please." She begged and Hopper felt his dick twitch at the look she gave him. Never in his life did he imagine a woman begging him for sex and it did things to his insides that he couldn't explain.

When he finally understood what she wanted, he carefully slid his jeans and boxers down to where they hugged his thighs and freed his painfully hard erection. "Where's the condom?"

Joyce sat up and grabbed her discarded jeans, fishing the condom out of the pocket and ripping it open. While she expertly rolled it down his length, Hopper took a second to slip his index finger through her folds and groaned at how wet she was. "Fuck..."

The soft touch made Joyce gasp and she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him with her as she laid back and scooted her hips closer, brushing her center directly against the tip of his dick.

Even though they had done this before, Hopper knew he still had to be careful and take things slow. He didn't expect this to be easy for her just yet, if ever. He just hoped he could bring her some sort of pleasure this time after having failed her at the tree house by coming before she had finished.

Picking up on his hesitation, Joyce kissed his shoulder, then skimmed her fingers across his jaw. "Honey, it's alright. You won't hurt me."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Hopper dipped his head and kissed her slowly as he gripped the base of his cock and carefully thrust his hips forward, taking his time to inch into her until he felt pressure against his thighs meaning she needed a second. Continuing to distract her with his lips on her neck and shoulder, he sank into her fully and lifted his head to look at her before moving again.

"You okay?" He whispered and stroked his thumb over her chin.

Joyce smiled and lifted her head, catching his thumb between her teeth and sucking the digit into her mouth. The action caused Hopper to groan when the sensation went straight to his dick.

When he felt her lift her hips, he removed his thumb from her mouth and hooked his fingers under her knee to lift her leg higher up his side. Moving his hips back, he pressed into her slowly a few times, paying careful attention to her facial expressions to make sure he didn't hurt her. The first few thrust he could tell were uncomfortable, but after a couple of minutes she started moving with him and her lips parted to emit a soft whimper that made his skin tingle.

Hopper knew he wouldn't last very long at this rate. The way he could feel her clenching around him every time he bottomed out, along with her nails scratching down his back was quickly hurtling toward the edge. Letting go of her knee, he placed his palm on the floor by her head to hold his weight off of her and used his other hand to snake between her legs, rubbing against her clit in soft, slow, circles.

Her mouth fell open almost immediately and he could tell she enjoyed the touch, but the longer he worked her with his fingers and the closer he got to not being able to hold back his building orgasm, he knew it wasn't enough to bring her with him.

"Tell me what you need sweetheart." He practically begged, wanting to give her the same amount of pleasure he was currently feeling.

Joyce panted and dug her nails deeper into his skin as she flexed her hips against him harder. "I don't know...Hop, I just…" She breathed and reached down to pinch one of her nipples. She was right there riding the edge, so close to her high, but she just couldn't find the right touch to bring her that moment of bliss. "Are you close?"

"I could have came the second we started this." He admitted, having to slow his thrust in an attempt to hold off doing just that.

"Then go ahead, it's okay." She insisted and let go of her nipple to grab his hair, bringing him to her mouth before he had a chance to protest. Her knees locked around him and she lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust in time with the slow pace he created. His arm found its way between her back and the floor and he started moving faster, harder, until he spilled into the condom with a guilt laced growl that made Joyce tense.

When his hips stilled and he dropped his head to the crook of her neck, Joyce knew he was upset. "I'm sorry..." He said quietly against her skin. "I know I'm bad at this...I just wish there was something I could do to make it better for you."

"Hey, no. Honey, you're not bad at this." Joyce soothed and turned her head to look at him. "It just might take some time for us to figure out what works best for me. I still enjoyed every minute of it, even without the fireworks at the end." She smiled and tried to lighten the mood, knowing he was going to beat himself up over this.

"Oh, you're still getting fireworks." Hopper said with determination before carefully sliding out of her and ripping off the condom, tossing it to the side. Quickly pulling his boxers and jeans back up his legs, he fixed his belt and righted his clothes, then placed both of his hands on the insides of her thighs to spread her legs open. He settled down onto his stomach and wasted no time in flicking his tongue out to trace her still slick folds. This was at least something he knew for a fact could get her off, whether he was actually good at it or not didn't matter as long as he could give her an orgasm.

Joyce moaned when he gently sucked around her clit, her fingers curling into his hair to pull him closer to where she desperately needed his touch. With careful licks and nips, Hopper took his time in making her slowly come undone beneath him with nothing more than his mouth, her quiet gasps and moans keeping him driven.

After a few minutes she started rotating her hips and he placed his palms on the backs of her thighs, pushing her legs forward to slip his tongue inside of her while continuing to still suck at her clit, the change making her entire body quiver.

"Oh God Jim." Joyce whimpered, pulling his hair painfully as she twitched and fell apart with the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced. It was so intense she saw a white flash and goosebumps erupted across every surface of her skin, leaving her with what she could only describe as an out of body experience. It took almost an entire minute for her to still, her breathing coming in rushed pants and Hopper could only watch in awe. The rawness of her pleasure had him strained against his jeans as if he hadn't just came himself moments before.

Placing a soft kiss to the insides of both her thighs, Hopper moved to lay beside her and pulled her against his chest, peppering his lips across her neck, jaw, and face until her body finally stopped shaking.

"I love you." He whispered and brushed several strands of hair behind her ear as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I love you too, even though I think you just tried to kill me." She said with a soft chuckle, snuggling into him a little more.

Hopper couldn't help but smile and placed a kiss on her forehead. "So that was ok then?"

Joyce raised her brow and lifted her head from his shoulder. "There aren't words to describe how amazing that was. Getting fireworks was an understatement."

"Maybe we'll start with that next time so when I make a fool of myself it won't be as embarrassing."

"You're being way too hard on yourself Honey." Joyce said and grabbed his jaw to give him one last kiss before standing to get dressed. They really needed to get started on their chores if they were going to finish in time for dinner.