A/N: Again, no seriousness to this...Smutty stuff from the get go...Enjoy!
If someone had told Eddie that one day he would be sat in Hawking's Gym, willingly going to a prep rally, he would have laughed in their face.
Yet there he was, among the sheep, watching the conformity. Almost five years of high school and he hadn't been to a single one of these stupid things, but now he was actually doing it, all because of Lana Pearson.
He should have just started Baahing.
God, he hated it.
The band, the cheering, the enforced school pride that made him want to vomit. But now that he knew what Lana Pearson tasted like he couldn't stop thinking about it.
He was obsessed with it.
A week had passed since the party, and he still spent his days thinking about it.
Eddie had been in fucking awe when he slipped in fingers inside her and felt a gush around them as she had clung to him in absolute ecstasy.
He had masturbated furiously to memory of it for the past week, her panties clutched in his hand as he played it over and over in his brain. Ok. Yeah. It was depraved. But he considered it a consolation prize, reflecting on the fact it was going to be his one and only chance to ever do that with the Queen Bee of Hawking's High.
The whole experience has been fucking incredible despite the fact she hadn't laid a hand on him.
That's why he couldn't help but be a little insulted that she didn't even glance at him while she was at her locker that Monday morning. Instead, she was talking to Katie Prince, laughing and smiling, suddenly looking more beautiful and untouchable than she had last week despite the fact he knew what she sounded like when she had an orgasm.
God, he wished he could have seen her face when she came so he could burn the imagine into his brain.
Truth be told the more he thought about it the more it made him feel like shit.
He knew as soon as she leaned up to kiss him, he should have stopped it, but her lips were so fucking soft and her hands were grabbing at his neck, pulling him closer to her so fucking needily that the erection had been instantaneous.
He's not even sure how he ended up finger fucking her on the desk in Steve Harrington's basement because it had all been such a massive blur.
But she had let him. Then of all things rode his fucking face, griding her hips against his mouth until she was begging to let him come. He couldn't stop thinking about how she tasted, awfully sweet but so fucking addictive. Her moans and the way she grabbed his hair as he pushed his tongue between her legs and ate her like a man who was finally getting his first meal after an eternity of being starved seemed to be the only thing he can think of.
The sight of her on his lap, flushed and sweaty and the fact he had turned her into a such a trembling mess was an image he played on repeat over in his brain.
In fact, it's all he can think of now sat in that stupid Gymnasium.
"Alright everybody, give it up, for Hawkins High Cheer Squad!"
There's a roar of applause as the doors open and the cheerleaders run out into gym, waving their pom poms at the crowd, smiles plastered on their faces. He spots her immediately, her auburn hair that swung just above her shoulders forcing her to stand out in a sea of blonde.
The marching band start playing some cracked-out version of some shitty go go's song and Eddie snaps on his headphones and presses play on the cassette player.
Lick it up starts playing, and he wants to fucking die.
While the rest of the crowd clap and scream on their feet, he's sat down, feeling utterly bewildered as they perform their routine.
Eddie felt so utterly pathetic as he feels his cock strain against his jeans, staring at her whilst trying not to think about how wet she had been or how tight she got around his fingers, especially considering that he was some drunken mistake that she had already forgotten about. He feels the ache again as he watches her sway her hips, the way her tits bounce slightly in her top forces him to think about her soft pink nipples and how they tasted salty against his tongue. The memory of them hardening as he swirled his tongue around them makes his heart race slightly.
Then she glances over in his direction, fleetingly.
He thinks it's impossible for a moment. He squints his gaze, focusing on her. None of the other cheerleader's matter as she twirls and shakes those stupid fucking pom poms and her hips move in the most arousing way, all the while she's looking at him with this fucking smirk on her face.
It wouldn't surprise him that Queenie would mess with him as some sort of twisted joke.
She had to be fucking with him. Reminding him of what he was missing.
Eddie rests a hand on his chin as he contemplates how pathetic his life actually is.
Then she smiles in his direction, rather coyly.
Well, shit.
Now what was he meant to do?
It's not as if he could just stroll up to the table at lunch and plop himself down without a barrage of jocks beating the shit out of him. Fuck. What if her beefed up boyfriend – ex that was, found out. They would be finding parts of him in most towns across Indiana for the next twenty years.
But then she smiles at him again, soft and gentle, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she tries to hide it and he feels his stomach drop.
Fuck it.
If he died, at least he would die happy.
After the rally he shoves a note in her locker feeling like a fucking idiot. As soon as it slips into the gap, he instantly regrets it and tries to tear open the locker door.
But it's too late, it's gone. It was stupid. A quick scrawl on a torn piece of paper that he didn't even sign in his rush.
Two-time thing?
That was all it said, but it was enough. He thought so anyway.
In shop he tries not to think about it too much. They were making birdhouses and he lazy scribbles at the drawing of one in the shape of a guitar he has no intention of building because it's too much effort.
The thud on the stool next to him forces to lift his gaze, and all six foot two of Craig Brockies is sat next to him, leaning on the table.
Eddie suddenly gets a flash of Craig using the jigsaw to cut him up in tiny little pieces and he's sure he's going to projectile vomit on the table.
"Munson, I'm having a party tonight after the game and I need a few, uh, party favours?"
Oh, thank you sweet baby Jesus Christ.
"Yeah. Sure. If you meet me at lunch – "
"No no it'll be too much to carry around with me all day. I need you to come to my house tonight. I'll have the cash don't worry. Let's say two hundred bucks' worth?"
Eddie's eyebrows shoot up. "Are you holding a Grateful dead concert or something?"
He scoffs. "What's that? My parents are out of town, need to stock up. Plus, the party as well. I live on Oakmore, the big white house with the double garage – " of course he does. "Get there around Nine. But come round the back. Hey, I might even let you inside for a beer if I'm feeling generous"
Oh, happy day.
As Eddie pulls up inside his van, he feels this absolute feeling of dread. The house is already lit up with the buzz of people, someone's puking in the front of the house into a rose bush.
He would have rather not done this, but he needed the money. That's why he had gone to Harrington's house last week, under the guise of making some cash but then he had somehow ended up two fingers deep inside Lana.
Even now it still doesn't seem real.
He grabs the grocery bag and hops out of the van, ignoring a flew glances as he makes his way to the back gate along the side of the house and starts to the walk through some perfectly trimmed bushes and into the Brockies football stadium sized garden with a closed off swimming pool by the back of the house.
What was it with Richie's and having fucking swimming pools in their gardens?
Eddie tightens his jacket around himself and clenches the bag in his fist as he starts his slow descent around the pool and towards the back of the house. He looks through the kitchen door, watching the people drink and joke, Cyndi Lauper is playing in the background, and he rolls his eyes.
He hated it.
Then he hears the yelling.
"Well maybe if you stopped getting so angry at me all the time then we wouldn't break up so much!"
"How about you should stop looking at other girls all the fucking time? Do you know how crap it makes me feel when you do that, and I'm literally sat right next to you!"
Eddie takes a few tentative steps towards the side of the pool by the back of the house. He didn't even notice the two of them as he made his way in, but there they are, King and Queen on Hawking's High, screaming at each other.
"Oh, come on, I'm only looking. Babe – You're the only girl for me, you know that right?"
"Also, Cassie, and Amanda – " She says with complete and utter irritation in her voice. "Charlotte – the girl that works at the ice cream parlour…."
"We were broken up!" He groans.
God, what a fucking dick.
He can't believe Lana actually puts up with this shit.
"You know sometimes I think you start fights with me just so you have an excuse to stick your dick in something else." Her voice is cold, sad, fucked off.
This all seemed rather personal, far too personal for Eddie to be listening in on.
He wished he had some popcorn or something.
"Oh, come on – "
"So, you're telling me after our fight Friday, you didn't go and try it with her?" She asks with complete irritation. Craig can only seem to huff in response which seems to make her angrier. "How would you feel if I did that? Just went and fucked some guy every time we broke up." She yells at him.
Craig lets out a hard chuckle. "Babe, come on. You're way too much of a priss to ever do something like that."
Eddie wants to snort. Priss wasn't exactly the word that came to mind.
"Although, I saw you at the rally today. Trying to make me miss you?"
She folds her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. "It wasn't for you, asshole."
"Oh yeah, then who?" The Jock asks, his voice laced with confusion.
"What do you care? I'm a priss, remember?"
There's this silence that even makes Eddie feel nervous. Craig moves into her, reaching out, but she backs away from him. "Look, I don't think I want this, ok?" Lana finally says. "I'm so done with this."
"Babe – "
"I'm being serious Craig, ok?"
Eddie hears another huff. "Just call me when you decide to stop being a bitch? How about that?"
"Fuck you." Are the last words she says as he storms off in Eddie's direction, forcing the metalhead to duck back towards the back door. When Craig turns the corner and sees him, he just rolls his eyes.
"Shit, forgot about you."
"Well- here I am."
"You got the stuff?"
Eddie holds up the bag and Craig reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a roll of cash. "Pleasure Munson, but don't think I'll be offering that invitation for a beer though."
"Oh no, how will I carry on knowing I wasn't invited into the great Craig Brockies house for a beer."
"Freak." He grumbles at him before heading towards the door. "Hey maybe you should sell some to that bitch ex of mine, finally get her to loosen up."
Eddie has the sudden desire to smash Craig's head into the wall, but he only watches as he enters the house, and then Eddie starts his decent around the pool. She's now sat on one of the sun loungers, head in her hands, rubbing her face softly.
He doesn't really get how one person he had no particularly feelings for whatsoever a week ago was suddenly making his heart race just by the way she looked at him sometimes.
"You ok there cherry?"
Her head snaps up, the confusion clear. "What are you doing here?" She says softly, not the tone Eddie expected at all.
"Your boyfriend – had a package for him."
"Not my boyfriend." She makes a very firm point of making.
"Well, why are you out here and not in there?" He asks as he shoves his hands into her pockets.
"Not in the mood. You should go in there if you want, get a drink or something."
"Please, the only reason I'm here is because I have drugs. It was the only reason I was at Steve the Hair Harrington's last week. It's not like I was invited for my stunning personality."
"I did think that was a bit odd. I never see you at any of these things, or the pep rallies. "
He was rather glad she mentioned it first.
"Spotted me, huh?"
She smiles softly. "You don't blend in, that's for sure. Why were you even there?"
"Revelling in school spirit? Enjoy the pom-pom display?" Getting a hard on over the way she moved her hips. "I never knew Pom Pom twirling was so thrilling." He says as he takes another step towards her. "I'll admit, you girls weren't completely horrible."
"From you I'll take that as a compliment." She sighs as she leans back onto the lounger. Her skirt riding up slightly, Eddie can't help but stare.
"You know Cherry if you stay out here much longer you might catch your death."
She shoots an annoyed glance in his direction. "Why, do you call me that?"
"Cherry? The hair. Obviously. I would ask if the curtain matched the drapes, but I already know the answer." He doesn't know why he says it, maybe because she's looking at him the same way she did Friday night when his fingers were deep inside her. Annoyed but so fucking horny.
"Fuck you Munson." She says but not particularly annoyed, there's a light tease in her voice.
"Oh, I SOOO fucking wish Pearson. You have no idea." Eddie says as he takes a seat on the edge of the sun lounger next to her, but she makes no effort to move away from him. "Although if memory serves you were the one admitting to wanting to fuck me?"
For some reason he expects her to throw angry explicates at him, but instead she wets her lips, glancing towards the house, making sure no one's watching them. She sits up slightly, eyes wavering over him. "Stop fucking looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
She half smiles again, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. "Like you know what I taste like."
The words actually make his cock ache. Then he has to say it for some unknown reason. "I know we said, you said, it was a one-time thing – "
She shuffles in her seat. "Munson – "
"But I might go crazy if I don't get to taste you again."
Eddie moves a hand to her thigh, rather bravely as he slowly runs it along her skin. He glances up at her, waiting for the protest, but there is none. He only sees her breath snag in her chest and her leg's part ever so slightly, inviting him in. He skims his fingers against her inner thigh, and he can't help but smirk.
"Munson we can't do that here." She says with a nervous laugh.
Eddie moves over then, leaning down to kiss her ever so tenderly, his hand still travelling up her thigh.
"Just a taster cherry, I promise." He peppers kisses on her lips. "You teased me earlier today; I'm just returning the favour. But I'll stop if you want me too, I promise."
She shakes her head no and he hears the faintest little moan as he brings a thumb to her underwear and presses it slowly against her, feeling the dampness against the pad. When she opens her legs more, he pushes the underwear aside, using his thumb to move against her, spreading her wetness until it's slick. He kisses her hard as he finds her clit, already completely sensitive to his touch as he slowly rubs his thumb against it in taunt little circles that make her legs quiver slightly.
"You're already so fucking wet for me, have you been thinking about me?"
She nods sharply as she sinks down into the lounger. Her legs spreading and hips squirming slightly at his touch. He's going so achingly slow that he knows she's going to fucking hate him for it, but he doesn't care. Eddie wants to hear her beg like she did last week because then he knows he's done the job right. He didn't want her to have some quick lacklustre orgasm for the sake of it, he wanted her to writhe and moan and make it last for hours if he could.
He wasn't lying when he said if she had let him stay in-between her legs all night he fucking would have.
Suddenly her hand is on his wrist pulling it away and Eddie feels this gush of torment from the lack of contact.
But then she takes his hand and leads him to the pool house at the back of the garden.
As soon as the door is closed, he leans down to kiss her, a sharp moan escaping her throat as he brings his hands up to her neck, brushing his thumb along throat. He kisses her cheek, her jawline, her sees her eyes flutter closer as he places a firm kiss against her neck.
His cock aches as he meets her lips again and he feels her hands undoing his belt, lowering his fly as she nudges him against the wall until he feels the cold wood panelling hit his back. She pushes up his t-shirt before sliding her palm against the trail on his stomach and down into his underwear. Fingers skim against the flesh of cock and he wines a little which forces her to smile.
"Oh, Eddie you're so hard for me. Have you been thinking about me all day?"
He knows she's mocking him, copying his words from earlier, and as much as he wasn't expecting it all the blood in his body rush straight to his groin. He only nods, words alluding him as she wraps her delicate fingers around him and gives it a little squeeze.
Fuck.
"You and that stupid little skirt of yours and your stupid fucking cheerleading."
She giggles lightly, her hand moving achingly slow. Fucking teasing him of all things.
He guessed he deserved it for his tactics just now.
"Did you like watching me, Eddie?" She asks, more serious this time.
He nods again, not really able to concentrate on words, only on her hand working sluggishly on his cock. She pulls her hand from his pants, and he groans a little, but then he watches her as she slowly licks her palm before moving it back down, the wetness now wrapped around him actually makes his knees collapse slightly.
"Have you been thinking about me all week?" Lana brings her lips to his jaw, placing delicate kisses and working her way down his throat. The sensation actually makes his whole-body throb. She leaves a trail of wet pecks along his neck.
"I've been thinking about you since Friday, thinking about how fucking good you taste." He mumbles as he leans his head back against the wall, she places another hard kiss against his throat, her free hand starting to tug his jeans down his hips.
"Lana, you don't have to do that. Not cause of what he said."
Her hand stops moving, and she pulls back to look up at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Come on, the whole you're a priss thing? You don't have to prove anything to me."
Her hand lets go, moving from his trousers. "I'm not doing that because of him."
"Sure you're not. It's ok. I don't – "
"I'm not." She says sharply. "I was doing it because I want to, because of you, not because – " She takes a breath, stopping herself from ranting. "I'm not doing this because of him."
"So last week was just because you suddenly realised after ten years that you like me?"
She looks rather sadly at him. "That was different."
"Yeah, I bet." He mumbles rather miserably. "I mean it's fine, it's not like I thought you actually liked me or anything."
"How do you know I don't?"
His rolls his eyes. "Come on Cherry don't be a tease. You wouldn't have even looked at me if that asshole boyfriend of yours hadn't been ogling other girls."
She wets her lips, almost nervously. "Maybe not, but I don't regret it if that's what you're thinking?"
His heart pounds in his chest.
"I mean, you were so…" Her breathing hardens as she stares at him. "I don't know just the way you were looking at me, it just made me want to kiss you. I didn't expect us to do what we did but when you were doing that stuff to me, fuck Eddie – " She breaks into a grin which makes his cock throb.
"I could tell it's because you wanted me to make me feel good, you didn't even ask me to do anything to you which when I thought about it after was so weird cause Craig would never do anything to me unless it meant getting something back. I mean, Christ, you came going down on me, do you know how fucking hot that was?" He can feel his cheeks start to flush. "I want to make you come Eddie." She whispers. "I want to know what you taste like too. But if you don't want it, that's fine. We don't have – "
He pulls her in sharply, overwhelming her mouth with his own. Hard sloppy kisses that make her moan against him as he wraps a hand into her hair.
"You don't have to make me come love, I just want to feel your mouth, ok?"
Lana kisses him harder as Eddie helps her to loosen his jeans which drop down to his ankles. She places one last kiss on his lips before she starts to move to her knees.
"Wait!" Eddie calls, and she bobs her head back up. He removes his jacket and battle vest and folds them up, placing them on the ground at his feet. "So, you don't hurt your knees." She actually smiles rather sweetly at him before giving Eddie another soft kiss. She kisses the side of the neck, his throat, her hands skim his shirt up and she places soft little kisses on his chest and down his stomach. It's all very soft and tender and Eddie thinks his hearts going to give out. His eyes flutter close as he feels her place a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock, her tongue then slowly moving up his shaft.
Eddie reckons he might die right there and then from complete and utter bliss.
The way her tongue swirls around the head of cock makes Eddie groan in absolute delight. As she takes in his length, he can't help but look down at the absolutely indecent scene, brushing her hair back so he can watch her head skilfully bobble up and down on his cock.
Priss? Craig Brockies could fuck off into the next century for even calling her such a thing.
"That's it Cherry, fuck – ah -." Eddie's head rolls back as he feels her suck harder and faster, his legs trembling slightly. He can feel it building, strangled noises escape his throat as his hand clenches in her hair as she pulls back off his cock with a soft pop.
"Eddie, you need to be quiet, ok?"
"S - sorry. Can't help it. It's just so fucking good."
She actually looks fucking smug before she moves in again, just sucking on the tip, hallowing her cheeks.
Fuck.
"Ah – fuck, Cherry that's it – please – "
She pulls back, her hand replacing her mouth in painfully slowly movements as she looks up with that innocent face. "Say it."
He looks down at her, his stomach cramping as he can feel the sensation building in his cock.
"Seriously…. Really? You want me to beg for you?"
She nods sweetly, squeezing his cock slightly and his whole-body shudders. "I think it's only deserved." Eddie stifles a moan as she places a long lick on the underside of his cock, fucking torturing him. "Can't quite hear you there Eddie."
He fists his shirt as she places another kiss on the head. He watches this time as her tongue swipes at the cum leaking from his cock.
He wants to die because his life will never get better than his moment.
"Ok love. Ok – please? I need your mouth; I need to come. Please - Pretty fucking please?"
He hears a laugh before she takes him in her mouth, she sucks the head harder than before, and Eddie feels it shooting through his groin.
Shit.
Holy fucking shit.
She keeps doing exactly that, and Eddie feels his cock pulsate against her tongue.
It rips through him, almost painfully and he lets out an embarrassing scathing moan he's never heard himself make before. His hips jerk and jaw clenches as he falters against the wall, watching as his cock twitches in her mouth.
"Holy shit Cherry." He breathes out as she continues to suckle, almost draining him. "Lana – please – "
She finally stops, pushing herself from her knees as Eddie bends down to pull up his jeans. As he catches his breath he notices the slight stream in her eyes, her mouth shut tightly.
"Is my come still in your mouth?"
She only nods sharply, and he had to stifle the laugh as he grabs a towel off the shelf next to them, holding it out for her. Even the way she spits it out is weirdly fucking hot.
"Sorry – " She gasps as he throws the towel to the side. "It was the texture, not the taste."
'I did say you didn't have to." He says as he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her mouth clean.
She raises an eyebrow. "I need your mouth," She says in a teasing tone and he rolls his eyes. "I need to come. Please - Pretty fucking – " He kisses her then just to stop her mocking him, tasting the warm saltiness on her lips. There's something oddly feral about it.
Then again that would be perfect way to describe the way he felt about her, absolutely feral.
"You don't have to kiss me." She says as she pulls back. "I know guys don't like it."
"Shut up. I like it. I like tasting myself on you. Don't you think it's hot?"
She eyes him over, nodding slowly with a soft smile as he cups her face to kisses her deeply again. "Your turn, right?"
"Please." Is all she says as he pulls up her skirt, pushes the underwear aside and sinks two fingers into her soaking centre.
"Wanna watch you this time, ok? I want to see you when you come."
All she can do is nods as her eyes flicker close and she lets out a Shakey breath. He doesn't have to do much as he pumps his fingers inside and she's already quivering around his fingers.
"You know I'm starting to think if that boyfriend of yours – "
"Ex!" She says, almost annoyed as he starts to pump faster, and her legs start to shake.
"Ex – " He corrects himself with a smirk. "- couldn't make you come then he must have been really shit because you are such a mess for me right now - " He buries his face into her neck, brushing a knuckle against her clit and she let out a staggered moan. " – So fucking sensitive. Jesus Cherry I wanna come inside you so bad – "
His throat clenches. The words had spilled out in the midst of whatever ecstasy he was feeling. Eddie's unsure if she's heard him properly as he pulls back but her eyes open and she stares at him, looking completely flustered.
"Did you bring your van?"
His fingers pull from her, he nods nervously.
"Meet me around the corner in five minutes?"
Eddie nods again, completely lost for words as she places a kiss on his lips before departing the pool house, leaving him completely bewildered.
Fuck.