Eddie's POV

Dustin and everyone rushed out shortly after we agreed to our terms and left me and the woman in a staring match. "So, Ev? I think I caught your name was?" I asked. She nodded and took a drag, and stood.

"That's my room, off limits. That's the outside, when I'm out there, off limits."

I looked around. "Do I curl up on this weirdly cushy rug then? Or can I at least get the couch? I havn't slept since, you know, got accused of murdering someone."

She raised an eyebrow, "It's a Japanese mattress rug, first of all, perfect for the fetish parties and orgies I host, second of all, there is a loft above my room. That's where Henderson usually stays, so I cannot promise how sanitary it is up there. I don't know what that kid does in his spare time."

Ev walked into the kitchen, and I bit my tongue and chuckled, "Ah nice, where can I get a ticket to come to one of the orgies? Or is it just a cover charge?"

She sucked in a breath and sauntered over to me carrying two glasses. "Oo, you know if you dream really hard tonight, you might be able to find one lying around. Here, water, seasoned with date rape drugs," she clinked my glass with hers and took a big gulp, not breaking eye contact with me.

Double nose piercing? Jesus christ…

"So what, you just sit here with Henderson and pump him full of drugs or?" I lifted my glass but she put her hand over it and shoved it down.

"Don't say shit like that. I would never mess up that kid's life. He's too smart for this place. He needs to go to college and get out," Ev said with a violent stare.

I lifted my hands in a peace offering, and she sat on the couch. I sat on the floor in front of her to take in the view. "My bad. So what do you um-what really happens-"

"His mom is, well, absent. And when she feels guilty for it, she hovers to the point of suffocating him out of existence. He comes here to escape. To talk. To live normally. He deserves it," she said quietly.

I moved my lips to the side. I knew some of the things Dustin said about his home life and raised my glass, "Good on you,"

"He talks about you a lot. Trust me, Munson, you're no stranger to me. Hellfire, weed, guitar, I know it all. You and a dude named Steve? Was that the guy with the hair?" She made a swooping motion at the top of her head.

I bit my lip and nodded, not allowing my cheeks to get hot as she just gave away that I was 'the hot one.' "Yeah, with the hair."

"Tiny one is Nancy. Lesbian is Robin I'm guessing?"

I nodded but stopped and shot my head up to her, "Lesbian? Robin isn't- well, I don't know, actually. That would make sense. How did you know?"

Ev rolled her eyes. "Got the best gay-dar you can imagine. I never miss,"

You wish. "Ah, I don't believe that for a second,"

She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Oh really? Mister 'wanna be a dom bisexual?'"

My cheeks heated, and I scoffed, not knowing what to say. I nodded and pretended to drink from my cup, but I just wanted to hide my smile. "So, do you believe him?"

"What, believe him about the wizard and the Demi-Mormon? Of course I do. That kid never lies. And like I said, he is smart. Goes to nerd science camp. Anything he says that can't be backed by science, I believe entirely," Ev said with a slight smile. I couldn't tell if she was lying or not.

"So, ending of the world, huh? Do you have a bunker in this cabin, by chance? There is still a chance we could hide away and start to repopulate the earth," I said with a wink.

Ev lifted an eyebrow, putting her cup down on the floor and leaning down to me. "I'd jump into a nuclear explosion before populating anything with you."

I laughed and sat up on my knees, looking at the metal rings drilled into the side of the couch. "Well, you know everything about me, apparently. Tell me about you? Let's uh, start with those?"

She followed my gaze and looked back at me with an unchanged face. "Cup holders," she said flatly with a shrug.

I nodded and scooted closer. "Ah, I see. Sideways cup holders. Well, as we get closer to the wizard apocalypse, I'm sure we will find a cup or two to put in there. They look too big, though. C? D, maybe? Might not fit. Now a rope or handcuffs?" I clicked my tongue, "Fit perfectly, though,"

She glared at me harder, mouth slightly opened. "You're a cheeky bastard,"

I raised my cup in a toast and drank the rest of the water quickly after not having any for two days.

"Around the corner, there is a shower and probably some guy's clothes in the closet, or, maybe it was a girl…" she looked up in thought, "Fuck I was drunk that night. Both? Anyways. There are clothes. They will fit. Maybe. Washer and dryer over there too for whatever it is you are wearing. Entertain yourself and leave me alone."

Ev got up and shut the doors to her bedroom behind her. I ran a hand through my hair and got up, adjusting the chub in my pants. "Fuck," I whispered and put my hands together in prayer. "Thank you, Henderson."

I walked around to the bathroom and started the water, thankful for the steam crowding the room. I opened the closet and fished under towels and sheet until my hand closed around a bundle of clothing. I pulled out a bra that is in no way big enough for Ev, a lingerie dress to match, and boxers.

The chub I had turned rock hard, and I chuckled. "Both indeed, m'lady, both indeed." I shuffled around some more and found a clean t-shirt and shorts.

I braced an arm on the shower wall and leaned my head against it. I didn't know what felt better, the hot water or my hand jerking my cock at the thought of Ev in the threesome. And fuck, if that's what her tits looked like in a sports bra, what did they look like bare? I groaned and quickened. This is going to be one hell of a vacation.

Ev's POV

That fucker was in there so long I bet there was no hot water for me to shower after. Did he not realize how small my house was? Did he not realize the bathroom is a literal stall, at best, with no ceiling and pressed up against my room? Jesus, if you're going to jerk off in someone else's house, one would think to do it a bit more quietly.

I love a man that moans in my ear, not my shower. I heard his steps retreat from the kitchen and plop into the bed above me. "Got a joint on you by chance?" he asked.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, pulling one from my drawer. "I'm harboring you as a fugitive, you eat my food, use my water, jerk off in my shower, and now you want to smoke my weed?"

I waited for a witty or flirtatious response but was met only by a single hand slipping down between the wall and where our floors meet. I shoved the spliff and a lighter in his hand, and it disappeared, then came back as a thumbs up.

"So," Eddie said in between puffs, "First of all, this weed probably came from me somehow down the line, so it's mine. Second of all, I hope you liked what you heard. Wanna watch next time? I really love an audience."

A warmth pooled between my thighs, and I bit my lip. "Fuck off. No way you can get anything that good. I get my shit across state lines."

He chuckled. "Chicago stripper? No wonder you can sit here all day alone getting high. Living my dreams."

"Not a stripper, but close, professional dominatrix," I stifled my laugh.

I heard him stir above me and then saw his eye peek through the gap where his hand was. "Seriously?" he asked.

I threw a pillow in his direction. "You wish."

"Actually, no, I don't. I'm a 'wanna be dom,' remember?"

I shook my head and rolled over in bed, but my first attempt at sleep was ruined by Eddie's voice. "So what was it that Henderson called you on the radio? Mommy, something?"

I whipped around and saw an arched eyebrow through the gap and tossed a second pillow. "Mother Birdie, dumbass. I call him Shit Bird, and he's really weird about nicknames over the radio. There was this thing with Russians in Hawkins one time, and the mall thing, and ever since then, strict nicknames."

"Ah yes, I like that. You know we should have nicknames too. I'm partial to Mommy for you, and you can call me Sir. Has a nice ring to it, huh? 'Grab me a joint. Yes Sir. Hand me some water. Yes Sir. Sit on my face. Yes Sir.' See?"

I began to throb, and I bit my lip, imagining his wavy brown hair gracing my thighs and his tongue destroying me. I slipped my fingers into my thong and rubbed up and down slowly. How was he so casually flirtatious like this? I couldn't tell if he was serious or if he was joking. "In your dreams," I said flatly.

"Oh, one hundred percent, I'll be dreaming about that tonight. Don't you worry," Eddie called down.

"You know whatever you think is gonna happen here? Isn't. You're my chore. I hate doing chores," I said breathlessly.

"Yeah, but the chores always get done," he paused, "With the consent, of course."