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Smalltown Boy: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You work at Hawkins Auto Shop, and Eddie brings his van in for an oil change. You catch him checking you out, and you go with him to Lover's Lake. He's nervous as he's never been with a man before, but you do your best to make him feel comfortable and safe…

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: struggles with sexuality, use of the term ‘queer’, LGBTQ+ references, mentions of homophobia, smoking, mentions of adult material, crying, smut, swearing, male reader, anal fingering, unprotected oral sex, protected anal sex

Word Count: 7k

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Smalltown Boy

You've just finished servicing Chief Hopper's vehicle when you see a ragged blue van pull into the parking lot of your father's auto shop. The radio inside is blasting metal music for a moment, then the driver kills the engine. He opens the door and hops out, and you immediately recognize him. Eddie Munson, you remember him from your years at Hawkins High. It's been a few years since you graduated, Eddie was a couple years behind you. You'd always found him a bit odd, but so did everyone else. The School Freak.

Despite his harsh namesake, he was always kind to you in the halls and any shared classes. He wasn't mean to anyone who didn't deserve it. There'd been many occasions when he'd taken the beating on behalf of others when the popular kids wanted to pick on the nerds. You'd also found him to be quite cute, his metalhead look had you spellbound at times. But you couldn't tell him that, especially in a small town like Hawkins. And you doubt he would've reciprocated your feelings, you always saw him with girls, anyways.

"Hey, man. Hello?" You snap out of your thoughts to see Eddie standing in front of you, waving his hand in your face. He smiles when you meet his gaze. "Hey, I uh...need an oil change ASAP. Can you help me out?" He says awkwardly, his hand stroking the back of his neck.

"No problem. It'll be a bit of a wait, if you don't mind hanging around." You reply, smiling back at him. "It's Eddie, right?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it is. And I'm cool to wait, I'm just gonna have a smoke outside." He hands you the keys to his van, and heads outside. You go to the lot and get inside the van to drive it into the garage for service. You take a moment to examine the inside of the vehicle. You notice lots of metal band tapes in the passenger seat, with some homemade mixes in the bunch. The ashtray is overloaded with half-smoked cigarettes. The smell of beer and weed permeates the interior. In the back there's a small sleeping setup, you imagine Eddie camps out in the van often. Pillows and blankets are strewn about, along with a stack of magazines. Most are Playboy, but there's a couple unexpected issues in the pile too.

You'd recognize it anywhere. Blue Boy magazine. As in a gay porno mag. He seems uncaring about hiding it, and that makes you uneasy. It's dangerous for people like you in this town, any guy you hook up with has to be kept a secret. And most have beaten you up, or at least given you a black eye afterwards. To separate themselves from what they've done with you, putting their true selves back in the closet. For Eddie to be so careless and risk the wrong person seeing it, he could get himself killed. You make a point to tell him so, but discreetly. You don't want him to think you're threatening him, especially now that you might have a chance with him.

You put the idea aside for a moment to move the van into the garage. You get out, and set to work. You keep the garage door open to make it easier to move vehicles in and out, but also because the AC in the shop is busted and it gets hotter than hell in here. You've taken off your uniform shirt, sweat soaking through the white tank top you’re wearing underneath.

You feel eyes watching you just outside the garage, leaning to look behind the hood of the van which blocks your view. You see Eddie leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed casually. He's looking you up and down, possibly checking you out. He's taken off his jacket and vest, holding them in his arms. The sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt are rolled up, he's also slicked in a light coat of sweat. He seems nervous, like he has something to say but isn't sure how to form the words.

"Do you need something? Or are you gonna stand there staring at me all night?" You ask, beckoning him over when he doesn't reply. He moves towards you slowly, cautiously. Finally, he's standing off to the side of the van, and he swallows hard. "Are you alright, Eddie?" You ask calmly.

"Uh, yeah I just um..." He struggles to get the words out, you notice him dragging his eyes over your body. You're glistening in the dim light of the garage, with stripes of grease on your muscular arms, some on your forehead too. "I just realized I recognize you...from school. Y/N, right?" His breath is shaky, and he's gone very pale. You're afraid he's going to faint.

"Sit down Eddie, you look sick. I'll get you some water." You go into the back of the shop, opening the staff fridge for two bottles of water. You walk back to him, he's sitting cross-legged on the ground, head in his hands. You hold a bottle out to him. "Here, I think you're dehydrated." Eddie looks up at you with sad eyes, taking the bottle from you. He opens it with shaking hands, gulping the contents. "Hey, slow down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep up like that." You sit down on the ground with him. Nobody else is in the shop for the night, the rest of the crew has gone out to the bar to watch the game, your father included. You've never been one for sports, and you want to get in some extra hours in the shop. "Now, is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"I-" He sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. I'll let you get back to work. Sorry." He starts to stand, but you grasp his arm. Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes snap to you in fear. But your kind gaze makes him relax, and he sits back down.

"It's okay, there's nobody else here for the night. You can tell me, Eddie. You were very kind to me in school, let me do the same for you." You look in his eyes, reassuring him. "You seem so scared, would it have anything to do with those magazines you have in the back of your van?" He gasps at your question, eyes going wide. He looks like he's going to bolt, so you gently place your hand on his knee. "You don't need to be afraid. And I wasn't meaning to snoop around in your business. I only know what they are, because I own a few issues myself." You smile at him, rubbing his knee lightly.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again. He seems calmer now, trusting you. He thinks for a moment, and finally speaks. "You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" You're surprised at first, but then you remember all the times you've heard that question before.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone. I know what it's like in this town, anyone who's 'different' has a target on their back. I've had my ass kicked by many hookups who don't want anyone to know." You realize you've implied Eddie is trying to fuck you. "Not that I think you're wanting to do that. I just mean, I don't make it a habit to tell people's secrets. Especially when I don't want my own secret getting out."

"Who said I didn't want to?" He says shyly, looking down at his hands. He raises his face after a moment, meeting your gaze again. "Fuck you, I mean, not kick your ass." He smirks, gaining a small amount of confidence. You're shocked at him asking. Sure, he is very attractive, but you didn't expect things to go this way tonight. You aren't sure he's ready for it either.

"Are you sure you're ready for that, Eddie? I mean, you almost passed out from just staring at me and dancing around your feelings." Your hand moves from his knee to his shoulder. Eddie's hand rests on top of yours, his rings cold against your skin. You shiver slightly at the feeling.

"I think I am. I mean, I've been with lots of girls before, how much different can it be?" You laugh at his statement, and his smile disappears. His eyes sadden again, he's almost on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Eddie. I'm sorry, I promise I'm not mocking you. It's just that I've also been with plenty of women before, and it's not quite the same. Similar, yes, but plenty of differences, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or have you regret it if you're not truly ready. Because I like you, I've always liked you. And I don't want to end up hurting you."

"I'm glad you're so concerned about me. It's really cute, actually." He chuckles. "But I promise you, you won't hurt me. And since I also like you quite a lot, I know I won't regret it." He reaches over to touch your cheek, making you blush slightly.

You take a moment to consider his words. You really like him, and he seems to like you too. But you have reservations about being Eddie's first man. You remember your first, how kind and gentle he was, how he made sure you were comfortable. It ended up being one of the best nights of your life. You realize you can be that man for Eddie, you can guide him. You can make sure he's safe. He might not be so lucky with the next man he tries to engage with. You've had plenty of your own experiences where you'd been treated too rough, almost ending up in the hospital a few times. You don't want that to happen to Eddie. "Alright, I'll help you. But let me finish up with your van first. I'll need to grab a couple things from the back office before we leave. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop, okay?" You search his eyes for any doubt, but he seems set on this.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm gonna have another smoke though, to calm my nerves." He smirks, standing up with you. You're both very close to each other now, and the air suddenly feels electric. He keeps looking down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He moves even closer, his mouth only centimeters away. He's panting slightly, nervous again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Please." You say just as quietly. Eddie leans in, connecting his mouth to yours. It's soft and plush, you immediately kiss him back. You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, biting his lip. He moans, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. Your hands go into his damp hair, tugging on it lightly. He moans again, his hands moving to squeeze your ass. You moan this time, not wanting to let Eddie go. But you can't do this here, out in the open where someone could drive by and see you. You pull away, almost gasping for air. Your head rests against his for a moment. "You're really good at that, Eddie. But we can't do this here, it's not safe. Go have your smoke and I'll finish with the van, okay?"

"'Kay." He nods bashfully, backing away from you to turn and go outside. You notice his cock has hardened in his tight jeans, which turns you on even more. He wants you so badly, and you want him just as much.

"Fuck, you are so hot, Eddie. You're lucky I have self control." You say as you stare at his crotch. He looks down, blushing when he realizes how worked up he is already.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. I'll go have that smoke now, and think about baseball or something." He laughs, walking backwards out of the garage as he speaks. You laugh at his remark, and he turns around to wait outside for you.

You make quick work of changing the oil, wanting to get back to Eddie as soon as humanly possible. He tastes so good, like tobacco and strawberry candy. You find yourself craving him, feeling your own cock harden in your grease-stained pants at the thought. You shut the hood forcefully, wiping your hands with a rag. You go to the back to freshen yourself up a bit. In the bathroom you splash water on your face, and scrub as much grease off your body as possible. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You find yourself feeling anxious. You're used to fucking random men, so what's the big deal? But you suppose Eddie is different. You know him, at least more than you've known the others. Your stomach flutters with a swarm of butterflies, you do your best to tame them.

You go to your locker in the office, pulling out some street clothes. Just jeans and a t-shirt. You change into them quickly, piling your uniform on a desk to take home to wash. You also grab a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from the locker. You keep them at the shop just in case, and Eddie is proof of their necessity. You put your belongings into your backpack, and proceed to turn off all the lights and lock up for the night. You go out through the garage, tossing Eddie the keys to the van. He catches them with a grin, flicking his cigarette away. He gets in the van, pulling it out into the lot while you push the button to shut the garage door behind you. You open the passenger door, seeing Eddie tossing his tapes into the back.

"Sorry about the mess, Y/N. I don't usually have passengers. At least, not in the front." He laughs, looking you over as you climb in. You toss your backpack behind you on the blankets and pillows. "You clean up good, babe." He stares at you a moment as you clip your seat belt on.

"I like when you call me that. You’re pretty handsome yourself." You meet his gaze, smiling at him. "So, is Lover's Lake alright?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah...sure." Eddie nods. He pulls out of the lot, and you're on your way to the most notorious hook-up spot in Hawkins. You spend most of the drive in silence, both of you too nervous to speak. You glance at him occasionally, but he's focused on the road. You notice his fingers tapping on the steering wheel incessantly, and you put your hand on his thigh to get him to relax. He tenses under your touch for a moment, before he softens with a low sigh. He looks at you for a second, smiling widely. "Thanks for that. I'm sorry for being so nervous."

"No need to be sorry, Eddie. I was nervous the first time too. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous right now. I've got goddamn butterflies because of you." You chuckle. He laughs too, loudly this time. He seems to relax little by little when you talk. You move your hand up and down his thigh gently, his breath hitches when you get close to his dick.

"Careful, Y/N. Don't wanna make me crash, do you?" He glances at you briefly. You're tempted to move further, but decide to keep your hand in place, stroking him. "Fuck. You’re quite the tease. Got half a mind to pull over right now." He shudders as you continue to touch him.

"It's just a bit longer, Eddie. Then you can have whatever you want." The last five minutes of the drive are quiet, the air between you slowly igniting. When he finally parks the van, you move your hand directly onto his cock. He gasps at your touch, and you palm him through his jeans. "Move to the back, babe." You say, ceasing your groping. He whines at the loss, needy for you. He obeys your request, flopping himself down onto the pile of bedding. You follow behind him, positioning yourself on top of Eddie. Your knees are on either side of his, and you caress his cheek. You look into his eyes, searching again for any doubt about how tonight will go. When you find none, you lower your lips onto his. He quickly returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues fighting for dominance. Eddie puts up a good fight, but he eventually yields to you. You can tell he's used to being in charge. But for his safety, you need to take that role tonight.

"I've always wanted to do this. I never thought I'd have the chance, especially not with a man as sexy as you." He looks up at you meaningfully, running his fingers through your short hair. You start kissing his neck, causing him to moan. You nip at the skin, and more noises spill out of him. Eddie runs his hands down your back, digging his nails in as you mark him with hickeys. "It's funny…" He breathes out. "I feel like a girl in this position. I like it though. Jesus, I hope I'm not being weird." You stop teething on him to meet his eyes.

"It's not weird at all. I get what you mean. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, though." You resume your work, and Eddie snakes his hand down your front until he grazes your cock. You moan into his ear, and he grips your length. "You want to go further, baby?" You whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

"Yes. Please." He replies softly. You sit up to remove your shirt, and he mirrors you. You're both topless now, taking in each other's bodies for a moment. You explore him with your hands, running your fingers over his tattoos. "You like those, huh? I'm surprised you don't have any." He reaches over to feel you now. Your glistening muscles entrance him, he can't help but stare. You're the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Way better than any of the guys in the magazines.

"I've always wanted at least one. They're badass. But I can never think of what I would want on my body forever."

"I can give you one sometime, if you want. Just stick and poke, but you can do a lot with that." He smirks at you briefly, but it dissolves quickly, his motions coming to a stop. He's realizing what he said, assuming you'd want to see him again after tonight. "Sorry, I'm making plans for no reason. You probably don't want to see me after tonight." He looks down, his face falling into sadness again. You lift his chin with your finger, kissing him softly.

"Don't make assumptions, Eddie. Who knows? Maybe I do want to see you again. But let's not worry about that, okay? Just focus on right now. And right now, I want you to lay down." He does as you ask, and you slowly strip him of his remaining clothes. You slip his sneakers and socks off. Then you go to his belt, slowly undoing it. His breathing gets heavier as you work, eyes glued on your every move. You pull his jeans down along with his boxers. He's on full display to you, his cock hard and leaking precum. You look him in the eyes as you take his length in your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie moans as you begin to pump him. You go slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. You bring your head down to lick a stripe up from the base to the head. His hips buck involuntarily, and he calls your name again. You hold his hips to steady him, taking his entire length in your mouth. He gasps, hand shooting down to hold the back of your head. You bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue as you go. His lips let a stream of curses and moans flow into your ears as you work him. You feel his edge nearing, so you release him from your mouth with a pop. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're really good at that."

"You wanna try it for yourself, Eddie?" You ask him, he sits up on his elbows to look at you.

He grins again. "I thought you'd never ask." You switch places with him, laying down on the surprisingly soft pile of blankets. Eddie copies your actions, stripping off your pants and shoes. He pulls your underwear off afterwards, taking his time. When your cock springs free, his jaw drops. He's so intrigued by it, as he's never handled one not attached to himself before. He eagerly grasps your length in his hand, and it's your turn to moan. He licks the same stripe you gave him, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. His gaze makes your skin burn with lust, and you can't help but groan loudly when he finally takes you in his mouth. He tries to impress you by taking all of you at once, but he ends up gagging.

"It's okay, Eddie. Don't push yourself past your limit." You reassure him as he's blushing at his failure to deepthroat you on the first try. He takes what he can of you in his mouth again, doing the same tongue swirl. "Fuck, Eddie. You're doing so well. Keep going, I'll let you know when to stop." He goes up and down on you, stroking what won't fit with his hand. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. It's like you're on fire, pleasure building and building under your skin. You sense your orgasm quickly approaching, pushing Eddie off of you. "That's enough, babe. There's still more to do."

"It sure was fun, though." He lets your cock fall from his grip, smashing his lips onto yours. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging again. He groans into your mouth, and straddles you. He grinds his cock against yours, causing both of you to whimper. You keep up with his rhythm, the friction between you feeling so fucking good. You don't want him to stop, but you don't want to cum just yet. You break away, causing him to whine.

"So eager, aren't you? Just be patient, baby." You stroke his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. "Let me go into my bag. Then we'll get to the good part." He lifts himself off of you, taking your place as you crawl over to your bag. You unzip it, pulling out the lube and condoms. You turn to face him again. You stop in your tracks, you're taken aback by how beautiful Eddie looks like this. He's all laid out to you, his hair splayed about on the blankets, his skin slicked with a fresh coat of sweat. He's so gorgeous, and he's all for you.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" He asks with a grin. You show him the items, his eyes go wide again.

"You okay, Eddie? We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"No, I definitely want to.” He insists. “I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I need you, just tell me what I have to do." His eyes are glistening, almost teary again. He's waited so long to be able to explore this part of himself. He's tired of hiding away. Sure, he loves women, but he wants to be with men too. And until now, he's been too scared to ask anyone. Ask the wrong man in a town like this and you're a pariah. Or worse, you're dead.

"Okay, babe. Just relax. Which way do you want to do this? Either I'm in you or you're in me. I'm fine with whatever you want, Eddie." You stroke his thigh again, comforting him. He takes a moment to think about it.

"I want you in me. And if it's not too much, could we do it again the other way?" He asks shyly, his cheeks burning red.

"Of course, sweetheart. I think it would be good for you to know which way you prefer. So, first, I'll have to loosen you up a little with my fingers, okay? And again, just tell me if it's not working for you." He nods, staring at you expectantly. "Alright, I'm going to have you get on your hands and knees for me, it's just easier to maneuver that way." He gets into position, shuddering in anticipation. You steady him with your hand on his back, he calms down a bit. You open the lube, squirting some onto two fingers. Your dry hand grabs his ass, squeezing gently. He moans quietly, awaiting your next move. You bring one finger to his tight hole, you massage the outside of it slowly, and he groans again. Once he seems to lean into the new sensation, you slowly push the finger inside of him.

"Y/N!" He cries. You almost pull back out, worried you've hurt him. "No, don't stop. Please, keep going." You continue, pumping your finger in and out of him, more beautiful sounds falling freely from his lips. After he's accustomed to you, you add a second finger. "Shit, it feels so different. So fuckin' good though." You continue moving inside of him until you feel like he's ready for your dick. You remove your fingers, and Eddie whines at the loss. You rip open a condom, rolling it over your cock. You squeeze more lube onto your length, gasping at the coolness of it. You kneel behind him, grabbing his hips.

"I'm going to put myself inside you now. Just say the word if it's too much, babe." He nods in agreement, and you slowly push your length into him. Moans burst from both of your mouths, he feels so tight around you. "You doin’ okay, Eddie?" You ask through gritted teeth.

"Yes, more than okay. Please, give me more." You love how much he's asking, begging you to fuck him. He's wanted this for a long time, and you're more than happy to grant his wish. You start thrusting inside him, taking it slow. He moans your name over and over like a chant. You can't help but moan back. "Faster, Y/N. Please." You obey his request, snapping your hips. You knock the breath out of him, and he groans when it returns. "Fuck, it feels so good. Too fucking good." He's putty in your hand, calling out praises at you with each thrust. The sound of your moans and skin slapping fill the van, which shakes in time with your movements.

"You're taking me so well, Eddie. And you're so fucking tight." You're getting closer to the edge, picking up the pace to bring Eddie with you. "Are you close, babe?" You ask breathlessly.

"Fuck. Yes. Go faster. Cum with me." He's a panting mess beneath you, the noises spurring you on. You snap your hips even faster, going at inhuman speed. You feel yourself losing it, cum filling the condom as you continue moving inside Eddie. You hear him reach his high, his load spurting out of his cock and onto the blankets. "Fuck, Y/N!" He shouts as his orgasm rocks through him. You gradually stop thrusting, pulling yourself out of his ass carefully. You tie off the condom and toss it in your bag to dispose of later. Eddie's laying with his lower half still in the air, in utter shock of how strong his orgasm was.

"You alright, Eddie?" You ask, helping him lay down next to you. You rest his head on your chest, stroking his hair. He doesn't say anything, but you feel his breath stuttering. And there's tears falling from his eyes. "Hey, hey. It's okay, babe. I didn't hurt you did I?" You sit both of you up to look in his eyes. His lip is quivering slightly, and his eyes are red.

"No, you didn't hurt me, I promise. You were so good. I just-" He starts to sob, and you bring him into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, feeling yourself lose a couple tears as well. He wraps his arms around your middle, letting everything out.

You understand how he feels. This is the first time he's been able to act on a part of himself that the world says is wrong. It wasn't too long ago when you were in his shoes, longing to be fully open with someone. You can only hope the future will bring a more forgiving society. One where who you are or who you love doesn't matter. One where the content of your character counts above all else. Not just for your sake, but for Eddie's. He's such a bright young man, but this cruel world forces him to hide himself away. You find it so unfair, because you think he deserves everything he desires. You wish you could give it all to him. Maybe you can't do all that, but you can give him this moment. And as the man who was your first did for you, you can make Eddie feel whole.

"Fuck." Eddie sniffles, chuckling. "I feel so silly, Y/N. But I feel like I don't have to explain anything to you. You just understand it. You understand me. You make me feel special." He wipes his eyes, looking up at you. "Can I make you feel special now?" He makes himself level with you again, eyes pleading to return the favor. And who are you to deny him?

"Yes, Eddie. You can." You kiss him deeply, pulling away a moment later. "How about a smoke break first, hm?" You stroke his arm gently, giving him goosebumps.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie smiles, crawling over to his jacket, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter. He puts them both in his mouth, igniting the ends. He hands one over to you, and you happily take it. You lean against the side of the van, smoking thoughtfully. You feel his eyes trained on you, watching your muscles flex as you take a drag, or breathe. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. Like one of those marble statues or something."

You glance at him, chuckling as you blush at his compliment. "Thank you, Eddie. That's really sweet of you to say. You're very handsome too, you know."

"Thanks." He says sheepishly, his cheeks matching yours. The both of you smoke silently, running your free hands up and down each other's bodies. Your bare flesh sizzles at Eddie's touch, and you can't stop staring into his big brown eyes. He takes notice of your erection, gripping it greedily while smirking at you.

"Shit, Eddie." You moan out, letting him pump you in his hand. You keep smoking, feeling the nicotine wash through you as he jerks you off. Your head is full of lust, swirling with sensation. He stops, taking your spent cigarette from you, putting it out along with his in the ashtray. He returns to your side, kissing your burning skin roughly. He plants his lips all over your body, from your neck, to your chest, your thighs, wherever you'll let him reach. You breathe heavily, savoring every wet mark of his mouth to your flesh.

Eddie moves in front of you, positioning himself to take your dick into his mouth again. You groan as your length disappears past his lips, and he hums on you as he takes as much as he can. His tongue swirls around you as he bobs up and down, his hand pumping what he can't fit between his plush lips. He glances at you as he sucks you off, winking when he sees your fucked-out expression. He keeps going for a few minutes, but his jaw soon gets tired. He lets your dick fall out of his mouth, along with some drool. He wipes it away, looking at you again. "Sorry, I'm not very good at that yet." He says, sounding embarrassed.

"That's alright, Eddie. You did so well." You stroke his hair, trying to make him feel better. "You wanna fuck me now, babe?" You ask breathily, and he perks up at your suggestion.

"Fuck, yes." He straddles you, clashing his mouth with yours. His hands grip your hair, tugging roughly. You moan into his touch, dragging your nails down his back. Eddie can't help rubbing his cock against yours, creating welcome friction. He moves on you like an animal in heat, his lips migrate to your neck. He licks your skin, sucking on it to leave dark hickies. He seems more confident now, and so very eager to please you.

The inside of the van feels like a sauna, the two of you radiating pure lust. "You're such an insatiable little thing." You chuckle lowly, bringing his head up to face you again. "How do you want me?" Your hand caresses his face gently, your eyes searching for doubts again.

Eddie's breath stutters, he's contemplating your question carefully. "Is it comfortable for you to lay on your back?" He asks, unsure of himself again. When you don't immediately reply, he almost dismisses the idea. "We can do it the other way if that's easier, I don't mind." His gaze falls, worried he’s ruined the mood. You use your finger to lift his chin.

"I can lay down for you, no problem. Don't be so nervous to ask for what you want, Eddie." You tenderly kiss his lips, making him melt. Your hand casually brushes over Eddie's cock, making him gasp. "Let me get comfortable, okay?" You say, barely above a whisper as you teasingly grip his length in your hand for a second.

"'Kay." He exhales, climbing off your lap once you release him from your grasp. You take out another condom from your bag, handing it to Eddie along with the bottle of lube. You shift your body to lay on the blankets, putting your knees up for him. He sits before you, holding the objects you gave him. "Should I loosen you up first, Y/N?" He asks, setting the condom down. He looks so adorable, gazing at you with wide, unsure eyes.

"Yes, just do as I did to you earlier. One finger first, start slow. Then add another, okay? And don't worry about having too much lube, it's better than not having enough. Take you time, baby. And relax, this ain't my first rodeo." You laugh, and he does too. He nods his head at your instructions, seeming more relaxed now. He squirts some lube onto a finger, lowering it between your legs. He mimics your actions, massaging your puckered hole first. You moan quietly, nodding encouragingly when he looks at you again. "Go ahead." You breathe out, anxiously waiting for his digit to enter you. He finally slips it in, his mouth falling open at how warm you feel around him. "Fuck." You groan, looking deep into his eyes.

He starts to pump in and out of you slowly, watching every reaction of yours. He's teasing you, smirking as you consistently moan and curse for him. Your hearts race, breathing so heavily it's borderline hyperventilating. You've never been this easily revved up before, especially given how experienced you are. But Eddie's much different, you're genuinely attracted to him as more than just a casual fuck in the woods. "Should I go faster? Or add another one?" He asks expectantly.

"Another, please." You almost whine at him, scoffing mentally at your tone. You don't whine, at least, not usually. He's truly having an almost supernatural effect on you. His smirk grows wider, pushing another finger inside you. Your moans get louder, and he takes that as a signal to speed up. "Shit, you're really good at this." You praise him lustfully, laying your head down to focus on the sensations coursing through you.

"You're so sexy when you moan for me." He continues fingering you, laying his body over yours to kiss you as he does so. You could lay like this for hours, just enjoying the taste of his mouth and him working your asshole with his hand. Your dick is leaking precum, dripping onto your stomach. He breaks away from the kiss, his eyes blown out with hunger. "Can I be inside you now?" He stares down at you, and you nod. He carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you groan at the loss.

Eddie sits on his knees, ripping open the condom, before rolling it onto his cock. You watch him, propped up on your elbows. He pours the lube onto himself, cursing at the coldness of it. He spreads it around with his hand, and lays over you once again. He waits for you to give him the go-ahead, positioning himself outside your entrance. "I'm ready, baby. Just start slow." You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying him as his dick pushes slowly into your ass. "Oh, fuck." You call out, gripping his shoulders harder.

"Shit…you’re so tight." Eddie chokes out as he fully slides into you. He lets you get used to his size, and you nod for him to start thrusting. He keeps intense eye contact with you, looking at you almost lovingly. You both moan repeatedly as he slowly moves inside you. "Jesus, I'm not gonna last long like this, Y/N." He says, trying to remain calm. He's overwhelmed by how snug and warm your insides are, it's like nothing else on earth.

"That's okay, Eddie. I can speed myself along to cum with you." You reply breathily, taking hold of your own cock. He picks up speed, setting a steady pace. "You feel so fucking good, Eddie. You're doing so well for me." You praise him, feeling waves of pleasure washing over you. You watch Eddie's facial expressions as he fucks you, he's got sweat on his brow and he can't stop moaning your name. He's hitting just the right spot inside you, setting your insides on fire. "How does it feel, Eddie? Tell me."

"Fuckin’ unbelievable, Y/N. Like nothing I've ever felt before. You're so tight and warm. Jesus Christ, I'm so close already." He speaks absent-mindedly, in pure disbelief of how good this all is.

"I know, I'm getting there too. Try to hold it for me, keep going." You jerk yourself harder in your hand, and Eddie pounds into you even faster. "Oh, Eddie!" You cry out, bucking your hips involuntarily. Your movement tugs on him, and he groans so loud in response. You're so close to the edge, and you desperately want to come undone. "Fuck me harder, please." You beg him, and he happily grants your request.

"Oh, God. Oh, shit. Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna cum." His words are strangled in his throat as his high overtakes him. His mouth falls agape, and his eyes squeeze shut. Eddie's cock empties into the condom, and he keeps thrusting to take you down with him.

You ferociously stroke yourself, letting your orgasm rip through you. "Fuck- shit." Is all you can manage to say as your cum spurts onto your stomach and chest. Your whole body feels like it's combusted into a million stars. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, toes curling as you ride out your high.

Eddie slows down, eventually coming to a stop. He gently pulls out of you, a groan escaping your lips as your insides clench around nothing. He disposes of the condom, and you just lay here staring dumbly at the roof of the van. "You alright, Y/N?" Eddie asks, quickly coming to your side. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He lays next to you, playfully stroking your face.

Your thoughts are clouded by what just took place, you're completely fuck-struck. It's a wonder you can string a sentence together at all. "Uh, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me, I promise." You swallow hard, trying to catch your breath. "You just-...it was really good." You chuckle in disbelief, turning your head to align with his. "You're amazing." Your eyes flick to his lips, and back to his eyes. You want to kiss him, hold him and never let go. You feel like a madman with all these thoughts swimming languidly in your mind.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. You're the best man I've ever slept with." He says, laughing dizzily.

"I'm the only man you've ever slept with." You chuckle back, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"True. But if there ever is another, you'll be a tough act to follow." Eddie smiles at you, picking up on what you want as he lowers his mouth to dance with yours. His hand snakes behind your head to hold you closer as he bites your lower lip. You moan for him, letting his tongue slide in to tangle with your own. He's such a good kisser, it's like a second language to him. And what he's doing tells you everything you need to know. He has no intention of letting you go, he can't explain it. There's something about you that he's drawn to, and it's definitely not just your cock. You're special, and you make him feel like he's special too. "It's unlikely, though. I think I like you too much to say goodbye."

Your eyes widen at his words, surprised that you both seem to be on the same page. You grip the sides of his face with your hands, trying to telepathically communicate just how strongly you agree. "So don't." You reply quietly, briefly kissing him again. His doe eyes flutter shut when you do, and butterflies swarm around wildly in your bellies. You pull him closer to you, laying his head on your muscular chest. He nuzzles against you, putting his leg over yours to stay warm.

"I want to stay like this forever, Y/N." Eddie blurts out, his fingers dancing on your bicep. His tone is blissful, if not twinged with slight sadness at his realization of how unreasonable that request is.

"We can certainly try, Eddie." Your arms hold him closer, wishing for this moment to last for eternity.

The End.

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