A/N: This one's explicitly smutty, so fair warning for that! Oh, and drug mentions, too. It's Eddie.
Dustin Henderson was many things. He was confident and a great leader. He made friends easier than Mike and didn't care about keeping up appearances like Lucas. He was one of the better D&D players and was on track to becoming the next Dungeon Master of Hellfire. He was thoughtful and used his knowledge for both good and evil. He made references like it was second nature and was quick on the uptake when face to face with a problem. He was a great boyfriend to Suzie, even though they lived thousands of miles apart. He was Eddie's favorite freshman, though Eddie would never say that out loud.
Yes, Dustin was plenty of things, but one thing he was not was subtle.
"-Would have worked, Jeff, if you didn't say anything," Dustin was grumbling.
Eddie stood a few feet back, holding his lunch and eavesdropping on the conversation. The freshmen weren't facing him, but he knew Jeff, Gareth, and Kenny could see him.
"No, it wouldn't have. You have no idea what you're talking about," Gareth said.
"Look," Jeff said. "You guys are freshmen. You don't understand the⦠finer points of the situation."
"Finer points of the situation, he says," Mike muttered.
"We don't- are you kidding? Eamon Brennan's sister comes back from wherever she was, and now she's all Eddie can talk about. Then, he willingly brings her to Hellfire. He never lets anyone outside of the club sit in on campaigns! It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Look, we all came up with this plan; it wasn't just me."
Eddie slammed his lunchbox full of drugs on the table between Lucas and Dustin, who jumped.
"What plan?"
"N-no plan. Right, Mike?"
"Right, no plan, Eddie. Right, Lucas?"
"Right."
Eddie stared at them.
"Gareth," he said.
Gareth rolled his eyes.
"Caoimhe," he said like that explained everything.
Which, granted, it sort of did. Eddie sat down at the front of the table. He tore into his sandwich like it had mortally offended his delicate sensibilities.
"It would have worked," Dustin insisted.
"No, it wouldn't have. And I really do need someone to run lines with," Jeff said.
"Yes, it would have!"
Kenny, who seemed to hate Caoimhe on sight for a reason Eddie would never understand, slammed his hand on the table to get everyone to shut up.
"It was a stupid plan," Kenny said. He glanced at Eddie, who was now tearing his napkin apart. "She made it clear that she thought D&D was for losers. And besides, we're closed to new members."
Eddie listened to the argument for a few minutes longer as he tried to figure out what they were trying to do. Eddie thought the freshmen were vehement that the plan would have worked if Jeff hadn't butted in offering to help Caoimhe with D&D in exchange for running lines. Let's see. Henderson was always on him about why he didn't have a girlfriend. Caoimhe returned, and everyone started getting shifty-eyed and suspicious around him.
"Henderson, Wheeler, Sinclair!" he barked. "Was this all a ploy? Was this you trying to force my hand?"
"Um."
"Well, see-"
"She's my best friend. That's it," Eddie said.
"Eddie," Dustin sniffed. "We aren't stupid. She's been back almost three weeks, and you won't shut up about it."
"Whatever you think you know, you're wrong. Caoimhe and I aren't like that."
"We told you the plan was stupid," Jeff added. "You guys are Caoimhe's kid brother's age, Dustin."
"That is not what the point of this was. It was so Eddie could, I dunno, figure his crap out or whatever. Besides, I have a girlfriend. Suzie."
"Jesus H, Henderson, we know. Put a flyer on the goddamn bulletin board, and stop telling us," Eddie snapped. "Oh. And stay out of it. Too nosy for your own good."
"Why? You like her," Mike said.
"Caoimhe and I, it's-"
"Complicated," Jeff, Gareth, and Kenny chorused.
"You guys too?" Eddie buried his head in his hands. "It is complicated. Why am I telling you?"
"But why is it complicated?" Dustin continued.
"You kids are so out of line. I'm not talking about this anymore," said Eddie, standing up from the table. "I have to go study."
"Since when do you study?" Mike asked, aghast.
"Since I wanted to pass senior year, Wheeler. Maybe you should try it sometime. Good day," Eddie said, bowing.
His head was a static blur as he left the lunchroom and tried not to look like he was eager to study in case anyone caught him. The upperclassmen at Hawkins High were allowed to leave campus during their free period. Eddie had been meeting up with Caoimhe to study for the last few days. Mostly, it meant that she talked, and Eddie stared at her mouth the entire time she did. He'd pull out a joint and try to "just take one hit, Kee, I swear," but she wouldn't let him do that because he had to return for his last two classes of the day. Caoimhe was a buzzkill. She was nice to look at, though. She'd wrinkle her nose when she'd catch Eddie daydreaming about pressing her back against the couch cushions.
But the children were on to him. Was he that obvious? Eddie thought back.
The first D&D session that Caoimhe had sat in on was pretty okay. Kenny hated her on sight, but everyone else liked her. She had sat opposite Eddie and scribbled in her notebook, occasionally looking up and watching until her rousing speech to Jeff. Blood, sweat, and tears. That was Caoimhe. Eddie didn't think he'd ever seen her do anything half-assed. The things she liked to do she worked hard at. School. Drama. Meddling into Eddie's love life. Getting into Tisch. The things she didn't like to do, she didn't even bother with trying. Less chance for failure, she'd said once. Less chance of being bored, she'd said another time.
("What is the point in putting everything I have into learning to swim if I hate the water, Eds?"
"Kee, is this you telling me you can't actually swim?")
Maybe Eddie looked at her too much. Maybe he dropped his villain voice when he talked to her or smiled at how she looked when she drooled on the table in her sleep. Maybe she was all he could talk about because she was pretty much all he thought about. He'd been in love with her for a decade and hadn't seen her in years. So sue him if he wanted to look at her a little. Stupid freshmen thought they knew everything just because they had girlfriends. Eddie was terrified of girls when he was that age- where did Henderson's confidence come from?
He opened the door and stepped outside, taking a deep breath. School was terrible. It was awful. Who invented it? What kind of cruel, sadistic dude looked at the children of America and thought, "ah-ha! I know what to do! Let's make them suffer in a building full of their peers and have them be taught useless subjects that won't help them in the modern world! How to do your taxes? Fuck no! Let's instead teach them to memorize important historical dates but never offer context or real discussion to any of them. We'll tell them that cheaters never prosper even though that's a lie." He wanted to burn this stupid building to the ground.
"Hawkins High is still on my arson list," Caoimhe said.
Eddie was not startled. He only jumped a few inches off the ground.
"You know you were monologuing under your breath, right?" Caoimhe continued.
"I know that now," Eddie said. "Why are you here? Thought we were meeting at your place."
"Nah, can we go to yours? My mom just got back from her trip and is making soap. You know that woman doesn't understand how to safely handle lye."
Eddie did understand. Mrs. Brennan (call-me-Sharon) was incredibly absentminded. She was sweet, but she was the type to stick her finger in a pot of water to see if it was boiling. Eddie had no idea how she still had all of her limbs.
"Yeah, sure. Wayne'll be out," Eddie said, stealing Caoimhe's keys and throwing an arm around her shoulder.
"Aw. I haven't seen him since I got back," she replied, snuggling into Eddie's side.
"He's always liked you better than me."
"It's because of my winning personality. And I don't deal Valium to stressed out mothers."
"Jesus, they swarm. I need a bat to keep 'em away."
Eddie started the car and peeled out of the lot. Caoimhe rummaged through her collection of cassette tapes and found one. Eddie glanced over and tried to see what she was putting in but got distracted long enough for some bastard to honk at him after he didn't go on the green light right that second. Caoimhe didn't mind. She never cared when Eddie drove. That was because Caoimhe was a terrifying driver. It was scary to be in a car with her. She minded pedestrians and people on bikes, but everyone else in a car was fair game for her road rage. She'd never gotten into a physical fight with someone, but Eddie wasn't going to risk it either way. He always drove if he could help it.
Caoimhe turned the volume up.
"Right now, heh heh heh heh!" she yelled.
Eddie groaned. "Kee, if we're going to my place to study, doesn't it seem counterintuitive to play a song with the word anarchy in it?"
"You just don't like the Sex Pistols," she replied. "Don't know what I want, but I know how to get it! I wanna destroy passerby!"
"They suck. Sid Vicious can't even play the bass."
"I will accept that criticism only because you're right. But just listen to the lyrics. Enjoy the yelling. Hype yourself up. Musicality doesn't matter," Caoimhe said.
"It does," Eddie insisted as he parked on the grass near his trailer. "Would you rather go to a concert where the guitarist shreds his killer solos or where the bassist stabs himself with safety pins to prove how punk he is? While the lead singer screams about the benefits of nihilism?"
"Eds, come on. What kind of question is that? You know my answer," Caoimhe said, following him inside.
"One of these days, I'm taking you to a real metal show. Expose you to what music's supposed to sound like," said Eddie.
"I firmly refuse. Metalheads are too nice when they mosh."
"You're gonna get arrested one of these days, and who's gonna post your bail?" Eddie had his head in the fridge. "D'you want anything? We've got beer and, uh, beer, I guess."
"No, but will you hurry up? I wanna see how well you did on the last assignment."
He kicked the door closed. "We're actually studying again? It's the third day in a row!"
"If you don't want to end up doing a GED program because you've aged out of traditional school, you better want to study, kiddo."
"Don't you start that "kiddo" shit. I'm ten months younger than you."
"And yet I've done two years of college, and here you are. A super, super senior at Hawkins High." Caoimhe patted the couch cushion with a sharp grin. "Come, sit. I'm not letting you fail again."
"You're a nightmare," Eddie said, throwing his leather jacket on the floor.
"Show me your homework."
"Fine. Here."
Eddie hated school. Caoimhe knew that. There was something in his brain that wouldn't let him focus on things he didn't like to do. It didn't help when teachers were assholes, either. Eddie rebelled in those classes on principle. When he found something he liked, like D&D, he could stay focused for hours. He didn't know what his deal was. It was pretty sad that he was still a senior. His dad had gotten his GED, but Eddie didn't want to be his father. He wanted to walk at graduation- flip Higgins off and backflip off the stage or something flashy like that. He knew he was gonna pass this year. Caoimhe was much easier on the eyes than O'Donnell, who looked like she'd been dead for the last six years. And she let him get up and wander around when he needed to.
"Eddie, you got a C! That's fantastic!" she cried. "You're doing so well!"
"Ah," he muttered, hoping his face wasn't turning red. "Thanks to you."
"Nope, this was all you. You retained it. I knew you could. I see you're still struggling a bit with thermodynamics, though. I bet that'll be on the final, so we should probably go over that."
Caoimhe started chewing on her pen cap. There was nothing sexy about it; she gnawed it like a dog stripping meat off a bone. Eddie liked looking at her teeth anyway. She had a gap between the two in front that had widened since she got her braces off and lost her retainer.
"Theories of electricity, too, probably," she muttered to herself. "Electrostatic force. Electromotive force. Electromagnetic force. All the forces, really. All the formulas. Okay! Resistor, yeah. Okay, sweet. Got it. You seem to have trouble with all the formulas and stuff, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"We'll work on those, then. Let me just." Caoimhe grabbed her bag and started tossing stuff onto the coffee table. "I made you notecards," she explained when Eddie ducked a flying box of Nerds.
"You. Made me notecards?"
"I color-coded things. I think that'll make it easier on you. Here, read this to-do list, okay? Absorb it while I try and find these things."
Eddie did. His free period wasn't very long, but he'd figured that the more breaks he took and the shorter periods of study time actually ended up helping him. His concentration and focus were shot to shit afterward, and he sucked at his remaining two classes. Still, he was passing those fine enough that it didn't matter. Caoimhe had tutored him since the fifth grade; she knew the best ways to teach Eddie and ensure he retained it all. It was so strange. Caoimhe was god awful at math, but she was great at science, even physics. She thought it was more applicable to real-life than math was, so maybe that was why she understood it better.
"Okay, listen, here," Caoimhe said after Eddie had a chance to look over the notecards she'd lovingly made for him.
Eddie did. She was easy to listen to. She'd gesture wildly when she explained something, and Eddie would have to avoid her flying arms. She made things simple enough to understand, but she wasn't condescending. Eddie wasn't stupid and hated when his teachers thought he was just because he hadn't graduated yet. He put his chin in his hand.
"-calculate the electrostatic force between the two-"
Eddie's gaze dropped to her mouth. Caoimhe wasn't the type of punk rock chick to cover her entire face in eyeliner, but she was the type to wear dark lipstick. Eddie could just lean forward and kiss her if he wanted to. They were sitting close enough. Smear that lipstick of hers and get it all over his mouth too. Jesus Christ.
"Kee," he said before he could stop himself.
"-Coulomb's law. Hm, what? Sorry, am I going too fast?"
"No, uh, I." Eddie inched a little closer. "Promise you won't punch me in the face?"
"Why would I do that?"
Ten years. Was he really going to do this? Eddie knew it was up to him to make the first move. Caoimhe would never. She still thought he was pining after Chrissy Cunningham. He moved closer. She hadn't moved but looked at him like she had no idea what was happening. Eddie hesitated for a few seconds. She always went after what she wanted until she got it. Maybe she never went after him because she didn't want him? He dithered, but the overwhelming need to finally know won out. Roll for insight, Munson.
"Eds?" she asked, her breath puffing against his chin.
Did her eyes always have those pretty gold flecks around the irises?
"Hm?" he hummed, curling a hand around her neck and moving even slower still like she was a deer he was trying not to spook.
Caoimhe snarled. "Eds."
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Eddie, I swear to whoever is in charge of this, if you don't kiss me right now, I will kick you in the balls. With my Docs."
Unsurprisingly, that didn't ruin the moment. Eddie grinned, about to reply, when she grabbed his denim vest and kissed him first. Hard. And yep. Yep, yep, yep, fucking yes. It was winning a year-long D&D campaign, being high on every drug, playing the Garden, and running from this stupid town. Every single cliche Eddie could think of. Caoimhe kissed him like she was pissed and ready to fight, but it was exactly how Eddie'd spent the last decade of his life imagining it. He pulled her closer, and they tumbled backward onto the sofa. Caoimhe sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Eddie felt her teeth dig in a little too hard, and he groaned, wrapping his hands around her waist and heaving her down. She broke the kiss with a soft little moan. He chased her mouth around, wanting to hear that sound again.
"Hold on, Eds," she said.
His eyes were closed- when had that happened? He opened them. Her lipstick was all over her chin. They blinked at each other, and Eddie feared the worst. He was all set to apologize, get on his knees and beg and explain that he didn't mean to, but then she'd tell him they couldn't be friends anymore. Ready to watch her leave and never come back.
"Can hear your mind working," Caoimhe said, biting the tip of Eddie's nose. "Need a sec to catch my breath, is all."
"Right, sorry," he said, squeezing her waist. "Sorry for that too."
Christ, he was dazed. His face was on fire.
"'S okay. You okay, baby? I bit you," she said, pressing kisses on Eddie's cheek and across his nose.
"Y-yeah, yep. Ha. Great. Don't care about that. Uh, you? You good?"
"Fine," she replied, looking at him so fondly that Eddie's stomach clenched. "Not crushing you am I?"
"Not at all. You can stay here as long as you want."
"Okay. Sorry, I bit you pretty hard. I can see teeth imprints."
"Nope," Eddie said. He was disoriented, but in his defense, all his blood left his head for his dick as soon as Caoimhe grabbed his vest. "Didn't hurt. Don't mind. You can do it again if you want."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah. Yes, please."
She started trailing kisses across his jaw, and Eddie tilted his head up hopefully. She got the hint and nudged his collar down so she could mouth at his neck. His fingers dug into the cotton of her T-shirt in anticipation.
"You mind?" she asked.
No, he most certainly did not. Caoimhe'd make them tasteful. Arrange them so the hickies were just barely peeking out of the collar of Eddie's shirt if he leaned a certain way. He wanted it ever since Eddie'd seen her get into a fight and bite the person's arm so hard she broke the skin. Caoimhe was a freak, but what did it say about him if he wanted her to bite him too? He thought about it late at night, high and horny- fisting his dick and biting on his pillow in a piss poor attempt to muffle his moans. His sweetheart. Yeah, she liked to leave marks. Fifteen-year-old Eddie'd cream his pants if he discovered this earlier. He wouldn't have wasted so much time.
"Nah, go for it," he said.
"Okay."
Eddie had no idea how she still had lipstick on, but he could feel it waxy on his skin when Caoimhe smeared it on the underside of his jaw like she was saying I've been here. Fight me. Eddie complained about it and could tell she was grinning because she nipped him to shut him up. She trailed her kisses down his neck- bit his ear. Ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, then through his hair.
"Kee."
"Eds," she murmured like that was what she was waiting for.
She was a menace. Eddie would be so much nicer to her than she was to him.
Her lips were so soft as she planted kisses on his neck, found a good spot, and did her best impression of a Hoover. Heat skittered down his spine when she sunk her teeth in. She never did anything half-assed, did she? Shit, his sweetheart. He knew it. He knew he wasn't alone. Caoimhe hummed, flicking her eyes up to meet his, then dived right back down to suck another hickey into his neck. He would have a necklace of 'em if he let her keep it up. What an idea. Eddie would let her, too. He'd go to school like that if she asked him. He just really wanted to take her shirt off first. The prick of her teeth when she let go made his head spin.
He slid both palms underneath her top. Her skin was warm underneath his hands, and she leaned into his touch like it was a balm. Eddie traced circles into her back.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Yes."
This was the thing about Caoimhe: she wore the most ridiculously oversized band T-shirts Eddie had ever seen in his life. These shapeless things made her look like a giant rectangle. Eddie had no idea shirts were made in sizes that big, but they did, and Caoimhe wore them. He pictured it, of course, what she looked like underneath. How could he not? But even his outstanding imagination was wrong more often than it was right.
Her hair stood on end after Eddie had pulled her top off. She smoothed it down as Eddie stared. Princess Caoimhe indeed. He wanted to fall on his knees, part her legs, and stuff her full until she cried. It was seventh-grade art class all over again when his class went to an art museum, and Eddie spent the whole time staring at the statues and wondering how accurate they were. Turned out they were pretty accurate.
"You've seen boobs before," Caoimhe said with a pink tinge to her cheeks.
Oh, his fucking sweetheart.
"Yeah," Eddie replied, giving her a crooked smile. "These are pretty great, though. Can't believe you kept 'em from me for so long."
"It's just the bra."
"In my very experienced opinion, it's all you."
"Stop," Caoimhe muttered. She turned red, and Eddie was delighted to see the color crawl down her neck. "You're an asshole."
"How far down does this blush go?" he asked, running a finger along her collarbones.
He tapped once as a promise. There. She'd get his initials tattooed right there.
"Quit it. I'll hit you."
Eddie smudged his face on her chest, peppering kisses along the top of one breast. He shifted, adjusting himself through his jeans.
"No, you won't," he crooned. "I've got your number now. Just got to compliment you a little, and you go all gooey. It's sweet."
Caoimhe didn't answer, but she kept furrowing her eyebrows like she was trying to think of a clever response. While she was thinking, Eddie reached behind and unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it somewhere to be found later. Eddie narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of the delicate silver hoops jabbed through each of her nipples. He wanted his mouth on them.
"How long have you had these?" he accused, insulted that she hadn't asked him to be there.
"A year, I think?" She tucked a finger in his necklace and tugged him down to kiss him again. "They're all healed, anyway," she mumbled against his lips.
"And you didn't think to let me know? You wound me, babe." Eddie mimed stabbing himself in the gut. "And now you've killed me. Bury me in my Hellfire shirt and my favorite jacket. I want my gravestone to say, "Here lies the body of Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master Extraordinaire. Travelers, one lesson to learn on this road: you must beware lest the princess catches you unaware." Something-something pierced nipples, and I died because of 'em. The end."
"Terrible."
"You think of something better then."
Eddie snaked down and stamped kisses on her chest. He buried his face in between her breasts with a blissful sigh.
"Smother me. I wanna die like this. Promise me you'll stop wearing shapeless band T-shirts?"
"I like my band T-shirts."
"Right. But, you got, you know, all..."
Eddie outlined her figure with both hands. Caoimhe turned pink again when he tugged her nipple ring with his teeth.
"Shut up," she said.
"Nope. You're hot. And I'm gonna say it as much as I want."
"Stop it," she whined, flustered.
"Aw, baby, are you embarrassed?" Eddie was thrilled.
He'd never known Caoimhe to be awkward about anything before. Turned out that all it took was a few well-placed compliments, a boner poking into her hip, and Eddie with his mouth on her tits. She'd turn docile as a kitten. What a revelation. He'd have to do it more often if it got her to shut up.
"You're no match for my high charisma," Eddie said, putting on his best DM voice. "The thief finally beds the princess. I should turn that into a one-shot campaign."
"Do not."
"It would be just for me. Really don't want to share you after I've seen what you look like without a shirt. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
Eddie curled a hand around her neck and kissed her, his fingertips digging into her unfairly soft skin. He didn't squeeze, but she shuddered anyway. He filed that away to be examined later. Now. Now, Caoimhe moaned and threw her arms around his neck, biting at his lips when he let her get away with it. He trailed heated kisses down her neck, left her a hickey to remember him by, then mercilessly sucked a nipple into his mouth. Caoimhe's chest was all blush. She threw her head back when Eddie switched sides and drooled on her other breast. Not wanting her to think he was picking a favorite, he reached with his free hand and rolled her nipple until she batted at his hand. He got her all wet and nice, rubbing his spit into her skin and making her piercings shine. Eddie didn't wanna leave her chest. He pulled away anyway, giving them both a pat.
"I'll be back. Wait for me," he told them.
"You're so weird."
Caoimhe pulled his hair until he moved back up to kiss her again. She dug her nails into his chest- drove her hands down to yank at his belt. His hips twitched in anticipation, and she leered when he shoved back so she could get her hand in his pants. She kissed him and tugged his bottom lip. Trying to throw him off his game, he assumed, because he had her tongue in his mouth when she wrapped her fingers around his dick.
"Oh, shit," he panted, thrusting into her hand. "Oh, fucking Christ."
"Yeah?" Caoimhe asked.
"Yeah, yep. Right on."
"Good."
Eddie wiggled a hand under her waistband because he was a gentleman. Or a pervert. One of the two. He stifled a longing sigh at the feeling of her- hot enough to melt his rings right off. Holy hell.
"D'you know how many times I imagined this?" he asked.
Now that he was here, he was nervous. Lump in his throat, palms sweaty, and butterflies beating their wings to the kickass drumbeat of "Where Eagles Dare." Because it was Caoimhe, the girl he'd spent years pining over. He'd never thought he'd see her topless, let alone this. Eddie was by no means a blushing virgin, but with Caoimhe, all bets were off. He was proud of himself for being able to speak at all since she kissed him. Now here he was, fingers poised and ready if only he could work up the nerve. He exhaled, talking himself up in his head before slipping a finger inside her.
"Eds, you asshole," Caoimhe moaned.
"That's me," he said, drawing his finger out before pushing it back in. He gloated a little bit when she whimpered. "You're wet, babe. Look at you."
"Fuck you. Your rings are cold."
"Yeah, fuck me. Pretty Princess Caoimhe. Fallen prey to my thievish charm."
"Stop making D&D references," Caoimhe said, all cranky.
"I will not."
He was transfixed with watching his fingers moving in and out, his thumb on her clit strumming her like his new favorite guitar. He couldn't look away. She twisted her wrist so that heat bolted down his spine. Eddie's breath caught, and his fingers stuttered in their rhythm. Caoimhe opened her hazy eyes. She looked ravished, and Eddie'd barely done anything yet. So much. There was so much on his list of what he wanted to do to her. What he wanted her to do to him.
"C'mon, sweetheart. You gonna come for me?" he huffed against her cheek. "Want you to. Wanna see it. Been dreaming about it for ages- how good you'd look."
"Yeah, jus' a little more."
"I know. I got you. Hang on, one sec. More fingers, huh?" He added a couple more because she was so great. "Better?"
"Mhm."
"That's it, baby, that's it. You get prettier every time I see you. Got you now. I'm never letting you leave," Eddie knew he was rambling, but his brain-to-mouth filter had left the building ages ago. "You're melting my rings; you're so hot; look at you. Just so. Radiant. Yeah, I was wrong. You wouldn't be a princess. You'd be the sun goddess. Druids line up for miles just to catch a glimpse of you."
"Eds, please."
"Yeah, yeah, what? What can I do?"
"You first, baby. Please?"
"Gonna kill me," Eddie slurred, shoving himself closer. "Yeah, yep, no problem. Just keep doing that -Christ, yeah, that thing with the twisty wrist and the fingers- Shit, shit, shit. Gonna come. Not, ah, fair."
She picked up her pace, and Eddie started moaning under his breath, biting back little whines as he rocked his hips forward to get as much of her as he could. There was no way. It couldn't be this good. Caoimhe was slick and warm and so snug. Eddie mumbled something that didn't register in either of their heads. He buried his face in her neck. One more. One more press of his thumb, and Eddie felt her clamp down on his fingers.
"Eddie!"
Okay, yeah. There it was. That was working for him. He'd hear Caoimhe moaning his name like that in his dreams. Think about how she felt coming around his fingers when he couldn't sleep. Dream come true. With one more sweep of her fingers and a playful tug, Eddie broke. He pressed his face into her neck, pressing sloppy kisses as he spilled into her hand. His jeans were ruined, but who cared? Christ, his sweetheart. Love of his goddamn life. He panted her name- thrust into her fist. She snapped her legs closed around his hand, trembling and so pretty. They met for a kiss that was more teeth than technique. Just panted into each other's mouths as aftershocks ran down their spines. Caoimhe ran a hand through his hair as they kissed, and Eddie arched up to meet her like he was all cat.
Distantly, he registered the growl of a familiar truck right outside. Right, okay. She'd kill him if they were caught. Caoimhe protested when Eddie carefully pulled his fingers from her. He was just a man. He wasn't strong enough to deny her when she pouted at him.
A door slammed. Footsteps now, closing in on the trailer's front door. Caoimhe's situational awareness was insane, given that she had been freefalling into an orgasm a minute ago. Eddie wasn't so lucky- his brain was still stuck somewhere on Valinor. Land of eternal bliss- exactly like this was. He wanted to go all moony-eyed, but she looked like she was about ready to bolt.
"You said he wasn't home," Caoimhe hissed.
"He wasn't supposed to be! He must have come home to nap before his shift tonight!"
"Oh, my God," she cried, taking her hand out of his pants. "I'm covered in cum. Oh, my God."
"Wayne's seen you high and dancing with that lamp in the kitchen," Eddie said, trying to calm her down while also trying to get his thought processes started up again. He handed her his T-shirt to clean up. "'S okay, sweetheart. C'mon, let's go to my room."
"Good idea." She tried to stand but fell back against the couch. "Ow."
"Did I make you weak at the knees, Kee?" Eddie said, nine shades of smug.
"Bite me."
"C'mere, I'll carry you."
"You touch me, and I'll kick you," she snapped.
"Sweet words, baby. How do I know you mean them?"
Eddie grabbed her wrist, but Caoimhe hissed like an affronted cat and swatted him. She valiantly started making her way to his room, stumbling over her feet.
"Jesus, come here. You're gonna fall and brain yourself on the table," Eddie said.
"I can't see," Caoimhe replied.
"As much as I want to take credit for that, you know, made you come so hard that you're still blacked out, I can't. Truth is you're basically blind and never wear your glasses."
"They ruin my look."
"Not true -watch out for the doorframe!- you'd look good in nerd glasses. Make your eyes extra nice."
"You think my eyes are nice? Say things like that, and I'll get it in my head that you like me or something, Eds."
Eddie shook his head, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment. He shut the door with his foot, scooped Caoimhe up, and threw them both on the bed.
"I hate you so much, actually," he said. Then: "Wanna get so high and eat a ton of instant oatmeal?"
"Hell yeah."
Fifteen minutes later, Eddie was lying boneless on his bed, still twitching. Caoimhe popped up from between his legs and put her chin on his stomach. They hadn't even gotten to the joint Eddie had so carefully rolled before she jumped him.
"Jesus Christ," he wheezed.
"Good?" she asked.
"Fuck you, Caoimhe. You know it was."
"It's the tongue piercing." She showed him the little barbell, pulling it back and forth with her teeth.
Eddie groaned, flopping his hand over his eyes.
"You're gonna kill me," he said.
"Aw, baby, no. Don't die on me yet. We still haven't figured out what to put on your headstone!"
"Too late. I'm dead. You sucked my soul outta my dick."
"That good, eh? You should put that on your headstone. "Underneath this pile of dirt is good ol' Ed. He died doing what he loved: getting great head," Caoimhe said.
"Stop being so smug," Eddie said. "Get up here."
"Aren't you sweet?" she cooed, nipping her way up his body.
Those pretty eyes of hers looked so adoring. Eddie swallowed and pulled her against his chest. He couldn't look directly at her without wanting to spill the beans about his feelings. It was too early, though. Yeah? Probably. He needed to take her on a date first. He wanted to do this (mostly) correctly. She deserved it. He steeled his nerves and rolled for insight one more time.
"Hey, Kee?" Eddie jostled her.
"Hm?"
"What are you doing Saturday?"
"Dunno. Told Da I'd take Kieran to his soccer match in the morning, though."
"Wanna get dinner?"
"Mhm."
"Good! Great! Ehem, uh, cool. I'll, uh, pick you up?"
"Sick," she said around a yawn, burrowing deeper into Eddie's arms.
"Yeah. Sick."
Eddie bit down on his knuckles so he wouldn't start yelling and wake her up.
'86, baby. He'd called it.
