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CHAPTER 6 (Eric/Hyde Part II):

The next morning at breakfast was painful it was so embarrassing. I can't keep my eyes off him. Hyde, I mean. He is just looking so damn gorgeous in his black shirt and sunglasses and curly hair. Hm, I wonder if those curls would spring up if I tugged on them. So, that's how I spent my entire breakfast… fantasizing about Hyde's hair. I would've been late for school if he hadn't dragged me along with him. I would have been perfectly content with sitting at the table, spoon half raised, thinking about him.

Hold up a sec. When the Hell did this happen?

I mean, Hyde? I can't like HYDE!

School was absolute torture as well. All I did all day was drool on my test papers, once again daydreaming about that kiss.

God, the tension in the basement is palpable. It is all my fault, of course. But still. Kelso seems to be okay. Every once in awhile he gives me a strange glance, but he is for the most part absorbed with Jackie, who is sitting on his lap. He also seems to be avoiding Hyde like the plague though.

I can only be thankful that at least Fez is oblivious. I didn't need ALL the guys hating me.

This was such a fucking dumbass plan.

I bang my head against the wall a few times. Hyde quirks his eyebrow at me from behind his sunglasses. Damn, he's sexy.

People gradually file out. And I find that it's only me and him.

"Hey, man. Wanna get high?"

Oh, wholeheartedly yes.

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Our circle is very small. I wonder why Hyde didn't suggest it while everyone was here.

We're doing our normal thing. He's talking about some conspiracy theory while I complain and laugh my merry little heart out. It was like the kiss didn't happen. 'Maybe it didn't happen, man.'

"What didn't happen?"

Oh, God. Did I say that out loud?

"Um. Moon landing?" I squeak pathetically.

Ah, jackpot. He smiles wickedly. "Damn right!"

I finally stop being so… twitchy, as Red would call it. All calm, babe.

And then he touches me. He strokes my arm and forgets about the joint that we had been passing. His sunglasses somehow have come off and he's giving me this stare. God, it seems hungry. My heart beats as hard as someone rocking out a drum solo. The twitchiness comes back.

"Eric?" Oh, God. He's pulling out the big guns, also known as my first name. It sounds way too strange on his lips though, and I think he realizes that too, from the look on his face.

I gulp loudly. "Um, yeah?"

Then he suddenly lets go of my arm, retrieves his sunglasses, and sits back. "Why Kelso?"

I pause from surprise. "Um. What?"

"Why the hell Kelso, man?"

I don't know what to say. But it is so hard to lie while being stared at with those piercing eyes. So, out comes my whole story. I'm not sure if I'm even getting it right, I'm so fucking high. But he's just sitting there patiently with his annoying Zen expression.

I stop at the part where Hyde walks in and catches me and Kelso. It's at this part of the story when he starts bursting out laughing. God, he looks smug. I just pout in his general direction, knowing that he'll run out of air eventually.

After he finally stops all he says is, "God, Forman. You are such an idiot."

I start to protest but then I realize that there really is no argument. I go for a fainthearted, "Am not!"

I can't hold my pouty expression (which I know is killer) for too long and I end up laughing right along with him.

He gets this look before suddenly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me onto the carpet. Rough now, are we Hyde? This is better than any declaration of love… or, I suppose lust… I could ever come up with. He lays a series of kisses down my neck and I curse myself for going through Fez and Kelso first when this bit of delectableness was waiting for me.

I giggle uncontrollably as his hands start to search underneath my t-shirt. "Hey, man, that TICKLES!"

He pauses and gives me a light slap on the arm. "Damn, Forman, you are such a GIRL!"

Okay, this may be true, but the guy that I was currently engaging in tonsil hockey with so did not need to point that out. And I was already flying from a mixture of Hyde and the circle. I can't control my girly shrieks when his hands are doing such things to me!

With a sudden surge of boldness I flip Hyde over so he was lying on his back, with ME on top of HIM. He lets out this little gasp that I KNOW he was trying to keep in, when I pull him in for a lip lock. After quite awhile I pull back and snicker. "NOW who's the girl, hunh, Hyde? Um, that would be YOU."

The end bit got somewhat whiny but he just smirks at me. "Oh, yeah. You're all man."

Ooh, sarcasm. Eh, he wasn't trying too hard to make a come back. Most of his focus was on the buttons on my shirt, of which he was desperately trying to rip off. I just look at him under me, taking in his little sighs of frustration when he thought it was taking too long. This was SO not what I thought was going to happen when I first concocted my master plan. Much better, though, I must say. The Fates are much smarter than one Eric Forman.

He notices that my mind has wandered and takes that moment to pull me up from the ground. I giggle some more as he pulls me from my half-buttoned shirt into his little closet of a bedroom. As he pushes me against the door I realize that I am WAY more smashed than he is. I can barely stand up straight and he is sober enough to be doing some very talented things to my bare chest.

I feel his lips leaving smooches all across my colllarbone and neck and I feel a bit woozy. He finally touches his lips to mine but I can't hold the kiss because all I can think about is that Hyde's room looks so silly, spinning like that. He takes hold of my head and catches my eyes. "Come on. Concentrate, man. I'm trying to make this the night of your life and you're off thinking… well, whatever fluffy things that go on in that head of yours. Seriously, I'm doing some of my best work here, Forman!"

He groans when I giggle into his probing gaze. "I'm hungry. You hungry, Hyde? I could so go for some chili fries. Or, no, better yet, chili CHEETOS."

He collapses onto his bed and resumes groaning. "Ugh, you sound like KELSO!"

I go over and sit on his bed. "Aw, don't be that way, Hyde. Kelso would NEVER do you, you know that."

I laugh as he hits me with a pillow. The bed squeaks loudly as we play fight for awhile, before collapsing back on the bed, him being the victor, of course. "You know, one of these days we are gonna fight for real and I am SO gonna beat your ass!"

He grins evilly at me. My voice falters a bit. "So, yeah. You just wait, man. You think your safe and then –WHAM- Eric Forman goes in for the kill."

Hyde responds by running his hand through my hair. I breathe into the strokes and roll over to give him a kiss. As my tongue searches his mouth I pull at one of his curls and watch out of the corner of my eye to see if it bounces. I get distracted, though, when I feel his rough hand on my abdomen, rubbing there ever so tantalizing.

I murmur incoherently and he bites my lower lip, smirking into it. "You like that, eh?"

Oh, do I.

I attempt to tug off his shirt as he goes for my pants and we end up in a mess of limbs and clothing. After a few failed attempts he sits up and tosses his shirt to the floor, taking mine with it. I let out a loud breath as I feel his bare chest rub up against my own. Now we're getting somewhere.

But, wait. How far is he willing to go? How far am I willing to go?

Nerves overtake me for a moment and I try to roll out from under him. Try to remain calm, try to think rationally. Hyde is making this increasingly difficult, though, as he insists on giving me these arousing little licks and nips. "H-Hyde? Hold on a sec, 'kay?"

He looks only slightly annoyed as he humors me. "What's up?"

I give myself mental pinches because of my dorkiness but I continue anyway. "Should we be doing this? I mean, what are we doing, exactly?"

"Um, I thought it was pretty obvious."

Crap, I so do not want to be the girl. But- cannot. Stop. Myself. "But, like, where are we going with this? Like, tomorrow, when everyone comes over. Are we going to TELL them?"

Hyde runs his hand through his hair. "Wasn't planning on it. Hey, do we really have to talk about this now?"

He looks pointedly downward, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Dammit, Hyde! Yes!" I let out a frustrated breath.

He gives me a sweet, little kiss on the cheek to pacify me before responding. Yep, no denying it, I was SO the girl. "But… I thought that's what you wanted, man. When I walked in on you and…"

He let himself trail off.

I struggle to respond. "I guess… you just… crap, you mean more to me. Okay, Hyde?"

I squeezed my eyes shut while saying that little, pathetic proclamation. When I open them he has this weird expression on his face. He doesn't say anything, though, just leans down to kiss me.

"Kay." He gives me this sexy, little grin.

Oh, he so knows he has me in the palm of his hand. Dammit, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! I was supposed to be the one in control. That was the point. With Fez… with Kelso…

I feel so intoxicated now. With that unmistakable Hyde smell surrounding me, my skin ignited by his touch, and that fucking pot that is SO not helping me think any clearer.

Despite how much I realize he wants to… we don't do much besides make-out. Which I'm thankful for, I suppose. I mean… I definitely WANT to… more than I ever did with Donna. But I'm so unsure of myself. And I'm not completely certain that he won't just pretend that nothing ever happened the next morning. You never know with him.

I enjoy sleeping in his bed immensely. There just seems to be no point to go to my bed upstairs, when we can start up another round of tonsil hockey at any moment with him lying right next to me. And I get to watch him sleep, which is a very special privilege indeed. He looks so adorable when he sleeps (He can never find out I thought that.) But he does… in his own way. He's not as guarded when he's unconscious. I take what I can get, absorb as much as I can. Because, he was so never going to let me see him like that when he's awake. I smile and snuggle into his uncomfortable bed.

I am so glad it turned out to be Hyde.

A/N: Crap! Crap! Crap! This fic was not supposed to turn out like THAT! Ugh. Oh, well. Hope you enjoyed, anyway. Hope it wasn't too lovey-dovey. And that it kept the same tone throughout (which it so did not.)