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Crashing spectacularly into his room should have been the first clue that things were going to go awry. He had lived in the trailer long enough to know the walkway backwards, forwards, upside down and blind. Eddie had always been able to traverse the path from the living room to his bed without any problems at all. So for tonight of all nights to have this much difficulty should have told him that sleep was essential and he should probably just pass out and wait for the morning hangover.
But he felt good tonight, first time for that in a longtime. Brain buzzing, thoughts drifting and dissipating like cotton candy in a pond. Limbs swinging, and gone was the careful slouch he’d mastered before his surgery that he never seemed to shake off.
His joints were liquid, his control slipping out his hands as he slumped into his bed with a mile wide smile and giggling like a hyena. It had been a long time since he’d felt this happy, this free and falling, drifting and for once the worry clawing at his throat was drowned under 100 proof rum.
Kicking off his shoes might as well have been an Olympic sport at this point but he managed and in his humble opinion, brought home the gold. He fisted the air in triumph before letting them flop to the bedding, covering his face while he warbled, “Success!”
The jeans were a momentary issue that was soon thwarted by a careful breath, a move that Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to replicate sober, and soon his jeans were chucked across the room despite his fumbling fingers.
The rush of cool air chilled his skin, the silky, icy drafts caressing all over and raising goose flesh in their wake. He burrowed under the covers, wishing again that it wasn’t just the blankets that wrapped around him so tightly, that they were the muscular arms of the man he’d been in company with not an hour ago.
Just thinking about Steve made him throb, soaking his boxers and making him squirm. He squeezed his thighs together and letting out a whimpering breath.
“Steve…”
Yeah, maybe hanging out with his totally straight friend was a bad idea, and getting drunk with him was just asking for more trouble than he was willing to put his heart through. Because when Eddie got drunk? Guessed it in one- he got horny. Frankly, he didn’t really *need* to be drunk to feel that warm, achey want but the booze got him out of his head to where he could relax and enjoy, pretend that the hands tending to him weren’t his own but those of the former King of Hawkins High.
And Jesus just that thought sent him way back, to sneakers squeaking on the court, the rhythmic pounding of the balls, the scent of boy sweat and panting breaths.
Green shorts so high and tight they should have been a crime, stretched and straining while Steve danced obliviously ass-out with the other jocks on the team. He was half-tempted to join just to be one of the guys, swatting each other for a good play, showering together.
Eddie thought Steve was sexy then, only for him to morph into someone that ticked every single box on his mental checklist. Tall, dark, charming and funny. Sweet and unconsciously sexy. Big, brown eyes, pouty lips, moles like chocolate kisses dotting his sun kissed skin.
Biting his lip, Eddie reached into his bedside drawer for the toy he gifted himself last Christmas. It was small but powerful, curved and smooth, obnoxiously pink.
With fingers trembling in anticipation for the mind numbing orgasm he was about to have, he slid the toy under his boxers, slipping the firm weighted toy inside. Edie knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to get off, not tonight, and not in the state he was in. He ran it along his slit, letting the angled tip to nudge against his hole before sliding up and notching it just under his clit. His heart hammered as he held down the power button, body throbbing as he was so keyed up already. His hips twitched as the lowest setting started and it was probably the drink but even though he was so sensitive, he could barely feel the fleeting licks of vibration.
His eyes slipped shut as he guided the toy to dance along his sensitive clit, whimpering as he imagined Steve beside him fingering his throbbing wet cunt while Eddie rocked his twitching hips higher, higher, his pleasure spiking until-
It stopped.
“Whu-” Eddie huffed.
Panting at the ceiling in lust dumb confusion, he shook his head. He just had to turn up the setting and get off before it had a chance to shut off again.
He turned onto his side, body trembling from being so close only to be abruptly cut off. He held down the button and clicked it twice to the medium setting, rocking his hips back and forth, jack hammering them like a rabbit. He breathed his soft cries into the soft fabric of his sheets, pretending the toy was Steve’s cock sliding along his throbbing cunt, whispering filthy things in his ear.
“Yes, yes, *yes*-”
It shut off. Again.
Eddie keened into his pillow, punching his springy mattress in horny frustration. It shouldn’t be this fucking hard, he was so damn horny.
He flipped over on his belly, absolutely certain this was the perfect position since he preferred to be on top, or getting railed from the back. His legs were shaking but he pushed through it, ferally frantic to cum so he could sleep.
He turned it on once more, praying it stayed on long enough and swiftly clicking it to the highest setting.
He circled his hips, riding the toy like he was getting paid and *yes* this was what he should have done all along.
“Fuck, *fuck*, yes-”
It. Fucking. Stopped.
Eddie frantically held down the power button, chanting ‘no, no, no’ when it didn’t turn on. He flung the toy back into the dresser drawer and rolled over, body winding down in exhaustion. The ache in his core was still there but his fingers weren’t enough and he was too addled to figure anything else out.
If he wasn’t such a chicken shit he could have insisted that Steve stay and ended the night on a less pathetic note than the last twenty minutes of edging he unwillingly partook in.
He huffed, snagging his phone to send out a prissy message to the very person he’d been thinking about before stabbing the send button in righteous, horny fury.
He set his phone down and promptly passed out, blissfully unaware of the chaos he had inflicted.
It was only until the late afternoon when he unearthed himself from his blankets did he realize that maybe his phone should be taken away from him when he started drinking.
Big Boy: Hey um…did you mean to message me that last night? Since when do you talk in the third person? Lol
Eddie’s brows furrowed as he scrolled up to see what Steve was talking about and oh. Oh no.
Drunk Eddie was such an asshole.