Author's Note: Well it's about time we get some action going. Agreed? Agreed. It isn't much but who can resist…dirty fantasies? Lol. Thanks for reviewing everyone and I hope you enjoy this chapter…hopefully its getting better by now.
Chapter Three
Dirty Fantasies
Eric had been in the hospital for nearly two months. He seemed to be back to normal now. Even still, he still couldn't seemed to recall what exactly happened that night. He remembered he had just come back from Donna's and that he could hear screaming coming from Hyde's bedroom.
As he tried to remember, the images of that night burned inside his mind. He sat alone in his basement, lying on the couch.
He remembered he had ran in the room to find Hyde choking Kelso and banging his head into the concrete floor but that's where the blank fell. He remembered briefly that he had tired to stop Hyde and that in the mist of this, Hyde pushed him off, causing him to skid and hit his head on the wall.
After that, everything was a blur.
A few times, he had woken in the hospital but almost every time, he had woken up disoriented, wondering where he was.
From behind him, Hyde came down the stairs, slowing walking up to his chair and sat down. As he did, Eric straightened up, planting his feet on the floor, and turned slightly to look at him.
"You still mad at me?" Hyde asked, slouching a little and placing his feet on the round table. He didn't look at him the whole time, just stared blankly at the television screen, which remain currently off.
"I wasn't mad at you in the first place." Eric replied gently, scooting to his usual spot on the couch, closer to Hyde's chair. His eyes remained lingering on him while Hyde remained focused on the television. "My mom told me you were there everyday. She said some times you stayed the night."
Technically, he wasn't supposed to this but since Kitty worked there, she would always cover for him if he decided he didn't want to leave.
"Yeah, well, I felt bad that I almost killed you."
Eric gave a small laugh at this. He smiled and said, "Thanks."
"For what?" Hyde asked, finally turning to face Eric for the first time, "For trying to kill you?"
Eric let another small laugh. "No." he said, "It's just that…well…I don't remember people really being there. And the fact that you stayed for nights…I mean…well…it just means a lot to me." He smiled again and Hyde turned his gaze away from him, unsmiling, and focused back on the television set once again. "I can't even remember if Donna was there."
"She was." was all he said.
Speaking of the devil—as the saying goes—Donna suddenly came bursting through the side door.
"Oh my god! Eric!" She ran to him and bolted in his arms. "I just came from the hospital. They told me you came home today. I'm so glad you're okay." She breathed as if it were all one word. "I felt so bad. Considering the last time we were together we were fighting."
Hyde couldn't stand to look over at them. He didn't know why it bothered him so much all of a sudden. It just did.
It wasn't too long ago that he was jealous of Eric because he had Donna. Now he was jealous of her—don't even finish that thought, he scolded himself before he could. He wasn't jealous…it just…made him...think about Jackie.
"I'm fine." he said, standing up with Donna in his arms.
"Listen," she suddenly said, breaking apart from him. "I don't want you to be mad that I'm with Casey."
Eric rolled his eyes, turning his head away from her slightly. "I don't want to do this now."
"Eric, just listen. I really like him and—"
"Why are you telling me this?" he suddenly threw his hands up, bothered by the fact she ran over here with concern and quickly jumped over to the subject he least wanted to talk about, especially now.
Hyde watched the scene in front of him, wishing he could take Eric's pain from him.
"Because I don't want to fight with you anymore. I want to go back to how it was before." she answered.
"Fuck you." he said. "You're doing his because you get pleasure out of watching me squirm."
"Eric…"
"Calm down, man." Hyde said, getting up and putting a hand on his shoulder. Eric instantly shrugged, purposely causing his hand to fall. Hyde had never really seen him mad before. He was scared he might over do it, having just come out of the hospital.
"You think I want to keep fighting with you? I don't. It's the worse feeling in the world. I look at you… and I see you with him…I hate it. I feel like I blew it again…even though all I did was love you."
Silence filled the room.
Hyde looked away from Eric and down at the floor. He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, feeling slightly nervous.
Tears formed in the corners of Donna's eyes; she also looked away.
Eric, however, remained staring into her glassy, tear-filled eyes. When she didn't reply, he went on.
"You want me to be happy for you and Casey…but I can't. And if that makes me selfish…then so be it. But it also makes you a hypocrite."
"How does that make a hypocrite?" she asked, finally looking back into his eyes.
He stuffed his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans as Hyde turned and headed for the freezer. He looked sternly into her eyes and said, "Because it's always okay for you to be with someone else. You expect me to just sit there…and act like everything's cool. But when I have someone…suddenly its wrong; you always get pissed and call me a jerk."
His back to them, Hyde rested his hands on the top of the freezer. From behind him, he heard Donna apologize.
"No matter how much you want it, I will never be happy seeing you with him…and if I told you that I was…I'd be lying through my teeth. However, I can't stop you from being with him."
Without another word, Eric turned away from her and headed passed Hyde, who turned just in time to see him heading for the stairs.
Eric's footsteps fading fast, Hyde turned to Donna and smiled at her awkwardly. Her face was red as tears leaked down from her eyes. She suddenly bolted for the side door, wrenching it open. It slammed behind her, announcing her leave.
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Eric lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was feeling dizzy again, as if he might pass out. He quickly shut his eyes, hoping it might pass. It didn't and he slowly forced himself to get up. Woozy, he headed for his dresser. He opened the middle drawer, rummaging through his boxers until he reached the back.
Suddenly he wrapped his fingers around a proscription bottle. Pulling it out, there was an unexpected knock at the door, starling him. Eric quickly dropped the bottle, covering it back up with a pair of his boxers and hastily slammed the drawer shut, almost catching his finger in it.
Not only was he feeling dizzy but now nausea swept over him from having almost been caught.
"W-what?" came a shaky, feeble voice; He realized it was his own and quickly put a hand to his throat.
"Can I come in?" came Hyde's voice from the other side of the door.
Eric walked over to his bedroom door as best he could without dropping to the floor. He pulled it open to meet Hyde who was leaning to one side, resting his hand on the doorframe. "Come to rub it in my face, have you?"
"What?" he asked, straightening himself out but never taking his hand from the frame of the door.
"Come to tell me how I'm not good enough for Donna again, how she's so happy with Casey?"
"Not hardly."
Harrrrd-ly…that's how he was feeling right about now.
Stop it!
Eric moved away from the door. Standing at the end of his bed, he suddenly turned back around to face Hyde. He fell back, landing on his bed, bouncing up and down slightly with the mattress.
Hyde stepped in and shut the door behind him.
"On the contrary, I came to see if you were alright."
"Did you?" he asked almost sarcastically, closing his eyes and placing his pointer and thumb on the bridge of his nose, squeezing it slightly.
Hyde watched his best friend continue to lie on the bed. Eric's feet were firmly planted on his carpeted floor but his legs remained opened slightly. As he continued to watch him, Hyde suddenly had the urge to jump on him, rip off his shirt, and cover him with—SHUT UP!
He closed his own eyes, trying to block out those naughty, unacceptable thoughts, but here, they were even stronger. More mental images formed and he watched himself approach Eric; He rubbed his inner thighs as he slowly crawled on top of him. He then slipped off his shirt while kissed him tenderly.
You let me violate you
That tender kiss turned vicious and hungrily.
You let me desecrate you
He bit hard on the bottom of Eric's lip, practically drawing blood. Nonetheless, Eric gave into him, sitting up straight as Hyde wrapped his legs around his waist.
You let me penetrate you
Eric slid his hands up Hyde shirt, rubbing his chest as Hyde continued to bite feverishly on Eric's lip. He unwrapped his legs and forced Eric back down on the bed. Staring down at him, he ripped off Eric's belt viciously.
You let me complicate you
Back in the present and out of Hyde's mind, he opened his eyes slowly, finding Eric was now sitting up straight, staring at him.
Help me
I broke apart my insides
"W-what?" He tried to sound causal but was failing miserably.
Help me
I've got no soul to tell.
"I'm just wondering why your making noises." Eric replied.
There was a pause and neither of them spoke.
"So, are you okay?" Hyde finally asked. Since that was his intent purpose for coming up here, not to have dirty, wet dreams about him having sex with his best friend.
"Yeah…I'm just great. Everything's great." He said sarcastically.
"You…want to talk about it?" he asked, slowly walking over to the side of Eric's bed and sitting down on the edge.
Pressure was building again. Any minute he would explode.
Help me
Eric's back remained facing him. He hesitated, letting his head fall into his hands. Hyde scooted closer to Eric, coming on the end where he sat.
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
He took his face from his hands suddenly, and stared over at his bedroom door. "Not really." Eric finally answered. "What about you, man?" he turned his head slight to look at Hyde.
"Me?" Hyde asked, turning to look into his eyes as well.
"Yeah, I mean…I think something happened with you and Jackie that night…but I don't really remember."
"Nah, man. Everything's cool." He answered, and it seemed the old Zen-like Hyde was back.
"God! You always say that," Eric suddenly shouted, "When clearly things aren't cool. You're mom left you and you don't know where she is—"
"Oh c'mon, Forman." He cut in, annoyed. He got up and walked over to Eric's window.
This did no good because Eric continued.
"No," he said, "You don't know where she is. You don't know who your father is. And I know something happened with you and Jackie. Sometimes I just wish you'd talk to me and stop shutting me out."
"Fine! You wanna know?" he said, spinning around. "She cheated on me with Kelso. Happy?"
Eric fell silent.
Hyde sighed, seeing the concerned expression on his face, and turn back to the window.
"I'm sorry." He finally said.
"Whatever…" Hyde breathed, not turning around to face him. "I'm so over her anyway."
"Good, you don't deserve that. There's someone better out there for you, I just know."
Hyde didn't respond, just kept his back facing Eric, who remained sitting at the end of his bed. Even still, he did take his words to heart and he thought, 'There is. It's just a shame I can't have him.'
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
Suddenly, Hyde heard him get up from his bed. He turned around to find Eric taking off his shirt and placing it on the back of his chair, which rested at his desk on the other side of his bedroom in the corner farthest from Hyde. Eric then undid his belt and draped it over his shirt. He turned around to face Hyde. "I just can't believe it," he said. "I mean…Kelso cheated on her like…five times. She knows how it feels. So why put someone else through the same heartache?"
Hyde heard him but that didn't mean he was actually listening.
Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
Its your sex I can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me think I'm somebody else
His eyes seemed to be glued on Eric's chest. They slowly traveled down to his abs. Eric was tall and yes he was skinny but he was still pretty built. His abs were ripped, and Hyde could tell he'd been working out more; Probably to get his mind off Donna, he thought.
Eric never noticed Hyde was still staring at him.
He walked over to his dresser where Hyde stood by the window.
Don't look. Just look away.
Eric pulled open the drawer just below the one filled with his boxers and the proscription bottle he clearly thought he had to hide. He searched through it until he found the pajama pants he wanted to wear, taking them out and walking back over to his bed where he threw them.
"Do you want me to come out?" Hyde asked, trying not to let his urges take hold of him again.
"No, I'm not getting changed yet." He said, sitting back down on the bed. He scooted himself back and rested his head on his pillow.
Hyde's attempt to defeat his urges was failing and they soon conquered him. He watched himself walk over to the bed and vigorously pull Eric up by the waist of his jeans, kissing him as he did. He suddenly slammed him hard into the wall, nailing him there. Hyde once again bit Eric's lower lip, becoming more and more frisky and playful. His hands caressed the side of Eric's bare chest, traveling down toward the waist of his jeans.
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Hyde unbuttoned Eric's jeans and unzipped them, now kissing his neck as he pushed his own body hard into Eric's, causing him to be press into the wall harder. Eric let out a soft moan as Hyde began kissing his chest, heading down his happy trail. His hand slipped over Eric's groin as he continued to kiss his chest, leading down toward his stomach. Hyde dropped to his keens at Eric's feet, kissing just below his navel before continuing down toward—
"Hyde?!" Eric practically shouted, snapping him out of his dizzy daydream finally. "Did you hear what I said?" He was now standing in front of Hyde, trying to get his attention.
Feeling his face grow red with heat, Hyde said, "I gotta go." He suddenly bolted for Eric's bedroom door, wrenching it open and running out into the hallway. The door slammed shut, announcing his departure.
What he needed now was to take a nice ice-cold shower and scrub the dirty images from his mind.
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Author's Note: So…any thoughts? Was it too much…? Please review and let me know what you think! And I realize Nine Inch Nails-- "closer" wasn't done in the seventies but it was the first thing that popped into my head…just go along with it…