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“I don’t know, man.”
“What d’you mean, you don’t know?”
Eddie groans. He has no idea what he means, he’s high and his whole body feels way too hot, especially on his right side because his bed is big enough, but Billy is like, right next to him, which he doesn’t usually mind, Billy gets more tactile when he’s high and that’s cool, Eddie’s a tactile guy, he likes touching things, and people, not like a creep, just—
“Dude.”
Eddie shifts his head and blinks at Billy who is frowning at him. Right. “Well, you know. They’re like. Right here. In your mouth.”
“The fuck are you talking about,” Billy sighs.
He should open a window, get some fresh air in, but that’d mean moving, and Eddie really doesn’t feel like moving right now. Besides, it’s cold outside and he doesn’t mind, but Billy will bitch about it because he hates the cold and he’s like, a giant baby about it even though he could just borrow a hoodie from Eddie or get under the covers or something. Fuck, just thinking about getting under the covers is making him sweat even more.
“Dude,” Billy hisses and pokes him in the ribs, the fucker.
“Teeth, man!” Eddie yelps, twisting away from him.
“And? That’s like, rule number one. Watch the fucking teeth.”
Eddie huffs. “Yeah, yeah, but you said she’d never done it before, right? It probably takes practice and shit.”
“Didn’t bite anything the first time I ate pussy,” Billy mutters before taking a hit and handing him the joint.
Jesus, Eddie is melting. “You don’t put the whole thing in your mouth though,” he says and grabs the joint. Pauses. Frowns. “Do you?”
Billy looks at him like he’s fucking stupid. “Yeah, I don’t know why I’m talking about sex to a virgin.”
Eddie’s face burns as he gives Billy a kick. He regrets the day he admitted this to him; he should have just made up a lie, but he’d been high, pretty much like today, and listening to Billy talking about how he’d fucked Whatshername had made his brain short-circuit a little bit, pretty much like today. Honestly, the fact that Billy teases him about it is just bad friendship etiquette.
“Shut up, asshole. You’re the one saying weird shit,” he mumbles. “A pussy isn’t like a dick.”
“Holy shit, really?” Billy exclaims with wide eyes. “A pussy isn’t like a dick, you’re so fucking observant, Munson.”
God, he’s such a jerk sometimes. Why does Eddie hang out with this guy? “My point is,” he says before pulling on the joint to draw smoke into his lungs. “You can’t compare eating pussy and sucking dick.”
“You’re so wise, Munson. So fucking wise,” Billy says, grinning. “Gimme that.”
He reaches for the roach and Eddie slaps his hand. “Fuck off, it’s my turn.”
“Why are you—oh shit, d’you have a crush on her or something?” Billy asks and does that gross thing with his tongue while wiggling his eyebrows.
He looks so stupid Eddie can’t hold back a snort. “Who?”
“Amanda!”
“What? No,” Eddie sputters. He most definitely does not have a crush on Amanda.
“Well, good, because she almost bit my dick off. Definitely not worth those movie tickets.”
What an asshole. How is it that Billy gets dates and sex on the regular when he’s such a dick? Eddie wouldn’t have made Amanda cry! Probably. If a girl agreed to suck his dick, even if she was bad at it, the least Eddie would do is be nice to her. Then again, he doesn’t look like Billy and he supposes he doesn’t make himself very… approachable, which doesn’t help with the getting dates on the regular bit, but it still feels pretty unfair.
“What if you just deprived the world of the best dick sucker who ever lived,” Eddie says pensively.
“Did you miss the part where she almost bit my dick off? There’s no way you’re that high, dude.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not saying she is now. It’s—look, when I first started playing guitar, I sucked, right? Obviously. What d’you think would have happened if Wayne had been like, wow, you really suck at this, son, better quit now? That’s right, I would have been crushed! But he encouraged me instead, and I kept playing, and now look at me!”
“You’re not the best guitarist who ever lived,” Billy says, deadpan.
“You know what? You know what?!” Eddie exclaims, sitting up to grab his pillow and smack Billy in the face with it. “Fuck you. I’m good. You know I’m good.”
Billy tries to grab the pillow but Eddie just keeps smacking him with it. “Say I’m good, fucker!”
“Shut the—” Billy barks and finally manages to tear the pillow out of Eddie’s grip, he throws it on the floor.
“Hey,” Eddie protests with a pout.
He changed the pillowcase yesterday, goddamnit.
“Anyway,” Billy drawls and pries the joint out of Eddie’s fingers. He pulls on it, then exhales slowly. “Playing guitar is a lot harder than sucking dick.”
Eddie thinks he agrees, mostly because, well, he plays guitar and it is a lot of work and practice and he definitely likes the thought of Billy thinking what he does is difficult and worth admiration. This isn’t what they’re doing though, agreeing with Billy isn’t what Eddie is supposed to do right now, so he rolls his eyes. “And you know that for sure just by sitting there and having your dick sucked?” he huffs.
“Well, yeah,” Billy shrugs. “It really doesn’t look that hard.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Eddie snorts and smacks Billy’s stomach with the back of his hand.
“It’s just sucking on something! A baby could do it!”
Eddie scrunches up his nose. “Hargrove, that’s fucked up.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Billy hisses and punches Eddie’s thigh so hard he jolts with a whimper. “You know what I mean!”
Eddie rubs at the spot with a glare and takes the joint from Billy. “That hurt, you fucker.”
“Pussy.”
“Brute.”
“Wimp.”
“Degenerate.”
Billy grins widely and does that thing with his tongue again, Eddie really needs to open that window.
“You sure you really don’t wanna fuck her?”
Eddie frowns, lost again. “Who?”
“Amanda.”
Jesus, he’s like a dog with a bone. “Fucking positive, man.”
“So why are you being all-” he waves his hand between them “-knight in shining armor defending her honor or whatever?”
Eddie couldn’t give less of a shit about Amanda—he doesn’t even know which one is Amanda—he’s only doing this because Billy offered him the opportunity to argue with him and rile him up, which is fun and makes his whole body tingle pleasantly. He isn’t sure how to explain this though, so he shrugs, pulls on the joint and hands Billy the rest, it’s almost finished.
“I just think you’re full of shit and unfair considering she’d never done it before.”
“It’s really not that hard.”
“Sure.”
“Dude, I could do a better job than her.”
Okay, that’s an image. A very specific and vibrant image. Eddie giggles, he thinks it sounds a bit hysterical. “Sure, whatever you say, big guy.”
“Wanna bet?”
Eddie chokes a little bit. Okay, so, they do this a lot. They’re both a little bit competitive, so what, it’s fun. It’s especially fun when they’re a little bit high or drunk, because Billy will say really unhinged shit with so much confidence Eddie really has no choice but to call him out on it and try to humble him. And when it happens, he doesn’t even mind losing that much because really, watching Billy do something insane or completely stupid is usually worth it, and he’s pretty sure Billy thinks the same.
Sure, they take things a little bit too far sometimes, like when Eddie assured Billy there was nothing wrong with that bottle of OJ that left a slightly tingly feeling on his tongue and drank what was left of it to prove a point, only to end up stuck on the toilet with a bucket in his hands because it was coming out of both ends.
Oh, well, a bad case of the shits has never killed anyone. Actually, that’s not true, dysentery definitely kills people, and food poisoning probably does too, but like, it was just expired OJ, not rotten fish, Eddie has eaten so much worse.
Anyway.
Wanna bet? is a familiar taunt between them; it’s fun, mostly harmless, and Eddie is always happy to take Billy up on it.
But it doesn’t feel harmless right now, and Eddie is way too high to really put his finger on why.
“What,” he says and his tongue feels huge inside his mouth. “You gonna suck a dick to prove a point?” He makes sure to snort.
Billy finishes the joint, dumps the filter in the ashtray on Eddie’s bedside table and turns to face him. “You volunteering?” he asks with a sharp grin.
And, look. Eddie’s a freak, a weirdo, whatever, but when it comes to his dick, he’s pretty sure he’s like, normal. He jerks off almost every day, sometimes twice a day or more when he’s super horny or curious to see how many times he can go; he gets the occasional random boner that used to freak him out when he was younger and it happened really often, until he realized he wasn’t the only one dealing with those; he also knows he has nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to the size of his dick because yeah, of course he checked.
So, he’s pretty sure there’s nothing wrong with the fact that smoking weed makes him horny, especially when he’s smoking weed with Billy Hargrove, who gets all loose and warm and likes to brag about all the sex he’s having. What’s a guy supposed to do when his pal is talking about getting his dick sucked? Not get hard? Besides, Eddie’s not hard hard, okay, it’s just a nice semi, a weed chub, Billy gets those too—what, yeah he noticed, it’s kinda hard (ha, hard) not to when Billy sometimes shoves his hand in his pants to rearrange his half-hard junk right here in front of Eddie. Nothing wrong with that, Eddie does it too.
Anyway, the point is—shit, Eddie forgot. No, yeah, the point is, he’s been kinda half-hard for a little while now, but then Billy talks about sucking a dick and asks if Eddie’s volunteering and—well.
Well, of course Eddie is picturing it, and of course he isn’t just half-hard anymore.
He feels dizzy, thinks he’s gonna barf or something, but his dinner isn’t what comes back up: “Wouldn’t that be gay?”
Billy huffs and rolls his eyes like Eddie is fucking stupid, which is like, really rude. “Eh, whatever, if you’re too scared to do it…”
Now hold on a second. “I’m not scared,” Eddie scoffs.
“Okay, insecure then.”
“Fuck off, I’m not insecure either.”
“Worried your virgin dick will blow its load in two seconds?” Billy taunts with a mean smile.
Eddie’s face burns. “More like worried you’ll fuck it up and cripple me.”
Billy’s smile widens and he snaps his teeth at him, it makes Eddie shiver for some reason. “That would defeat the point I’m trying to make though, wouldn’t it?”
Well, yes. It would. Very much so. Jesus fuck, Eddie is sweating. The thing is, it sounds like he’s the one being challenged now, and Eddie has never pussied out before, it just goes against his nature, okay? Billy’s looking at him with an amused smirk, like he’s already convinced he’s won because Eddie is going to refuse and that just doesn’t sit right with him.
Is proving he’s right and Billy is wrong worth potentially getting his dick chewed?
“Okay, bring it on,” Eddie says defiantly.
Billy’s smile falters for a second and Ah ha, who’s the pussy now, but it turns into something almost predatory and Billy’s eyes gleam as he sits up, moves between Eddie’s legs, and grabs his belt.
Whoa, hey, Eddie thinks, his breath hitching and his eyes growing wide. Billy arches a brow at him and Eddie wants to tell him stop, he wants to see how far Billy will take this. He nods and Billy slides an index finger under his belt, tugs to free it from the buckle and opens it. He moves to the button of Eddie’s jeans, pops it open and reaches for the zipper which he tugs down without even looking at what he’s doing.
Eddie’s pretty sure there’s a fire somewhere in the room, something must be burning. His hands are holding onto the sheets, his fingers flexing like they want to reach for Billy and grab onto him or push him away, Eddie can’t tell. His heart is beating so fast he feels a little bit nauseous and he can’t help but let a little squawk out when Billy suddenly pulls on his jeans to lower them down his hips.
He gets them mid-thighs and apparently that’s not enough, because he grabs Eddie’s legs and moves them around like that’s a perfectly normal thing to do so he can completely get rid of Eddie’s jeans.
He throws them on the floor and Eddie is suddenly extremely aware of the hand Billy still has lodged behind one of his knees, it’s so fucking warm and Eddie knows he’s a bit sweaty there—frankly, he’s a bit sweaty everywhere at this point and he’s never felt more self-conscious about it than he does now.
He’s also very aware of the fact that he’s only in his underwear now; it’s an old, threadbare pair he ought to throw away because it’s more holes than tissue around the waistband and it does absolutely nothing to conceal his hard-on.
Of course Billy decides to look down now, and Eddie kinda wants to die when he pokes a finger through a hole around his hip to tug on the waistband and let it snap back into place.
“Dude, that’s a loincloth.”
Eddie bats his hand away with a hiss. “Fuck off, I didn’t know I was gonna take my pants off in public today, okay?”
“In public,” Billy repeats, snickering. “I mean, you might as well not wear any underwear at this point.” He’s such an asshole, but he also starts pulling his underwear down before Eddie can say anything.
Really, he can only squawk again as his dick springs free and a new wave of heat hits him, he clenches his thighs together and Billy clicks his tongue, tugs a bit more harshly on the garment to lower it down Eddie’s legs and get it off him completely.
So, Eddie’s now butt naked, dick hard and flushed, right in front of Billy. This is really not how he envisioned tonight going and he really doesn’t know how to feel about this, a little bit embarrassed? Super fucking embarrassed? Confused?
“You know I’m really not gonna bite your dick off, right?”
Eddie blinks and looks up, Billy’s still smiling but it’s—softer? He’s also rubbing circles into the side of Eddie’s knee with his thumb and it feels a bit ticklish but also nice, so Eddie exhales shakily and nods his head.
“Okay, how about you unclench, then?” Billy teases.
Right. Right, yeah, unclench, he can do that. Eddie slowly relaxes the muscles of his thighs, Billy hums and moves his legs to spread them open and move between them again.
Eddie’s still wearing his socks. Is that weird? Is it a weird thing to focus on? It’s just that he can suddenly really feel them, like they somehow just grew a bit tighter around his ankles, and he’s pretty sure he went for a fresh pair this morning but what if they stink now? Not wearing pants isn’t gonna make them stink more but maybe he should take them off anyway? Is it super unsexy to keep your socks on while—
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie blurts out when something warm and slightly damp closes around his dick and squeezes, making him forget all about fucking socks.
He looks down, the warm and slightly damp thing turns out to be Billy’s hand; Billy’s hand, around his dick, holding it, there’s a hand on his dick and it’s not his own and it’s Billy’s.
“Not bad, Munson,” Billy says appreciatively, and Eddie’s whole body is on fire.
“Thanks?” he croaks out.
Billy grins, gives it a slow stroke, Eddie’s right thigh has a weird spasm and his toes curl. That’s not a blowjob, he thinks deliriously, but then Billy’s hand is gone; Billy is gone too actually, he’s moving towards the end of the bed, he’s standing up, and Eddie thinks he’s gonna make fun of him now, Ha, you didn’t think I was really gonna suck your dick, right? Is that disappointment he’s feeling? Shit, yeah, it is, but a blowjob sounded nice, like a good step towards not being a complete loser anymore.
Billy doesn’t say anything though, he just wraps his hands around Eddie’s ankles and yanks. Eddie yelps and flails, but Billy doesn’t stop until Eddie’s ass is almost at the edge of the bed.
A bit winded, his head spinning, Eddie braces himself on his elbows to ask Billy what the fuck that was, but Billy smirks at him, lets go of his ankles, and drops down to his knees between Eddie’s legs.
Billy’s cheeks look a bit red, is he melting too? Should Eddie open that window? He opens his mouth to offer, but Billy puts a hand on his left thigh and Eddie forgets what he was going to say. Billy’s hand moves up his inner thigh, he spreads Eddie’s legs wider and leans in.
“I’m really fucking sweaty,” Eddie blurts out.
Billy pauses and looks up. He blinks at him slowly and Eddie feels the sudden urge to gently pull on the curl above his right eyebrow to watch it bounce. Billy doesn't say anything, he just stares and that only makes Eddie sweat even more—thank fuck he's wearing black, there are swamps under his armpits.
“I mean I showered this morning,” Eddie stammers, he's starting to panic a little bit. “But it's a fucking sauna in here, feels like I've been stewing for hours, should I like, clean up?” Billy arches a brow at him, Eddie is definitely panicking. “Quick whore bath?”
The corner of Billy's mouth ticks up as he digs his thumb in the meat of Eddie's thigh, making his breath hitch. He still isn't saying anything and Eddie's really gonna do something completely unhinged like slap him or start crying, but then Billy's leaning in again and.
Jesus fucking Christ. He's—shit, fuck, he's nuzzling Eddie's dick. Like, actually nuzzling it, with his nose, his nose is touching Billy's dick, from mid-length all the way down to his pubes.
Billy. Billy what are you doing? Billy do I smell? Oh god are you smelling my dick, is it bad? Don't tell me if it's bad, I'll die.
Billy makes a soft humming noise and what does that mean, yes you stink, no it's fine, wha—
“Oh my god,” Eddie whimpers because that's his balls, Billy's nuzzling his balls and it's both the weirdest and hottest thing that's ever happened to Eddie.
Billy wraps his fingers around Eddie’s dick again, he looks up and his cheeks are definitely red, his pupils are so wide his eyes appear black, and then he opens his mouth and licks at Eddie’s dick, from root to tip.
All the air rushes out of Eddie’s lungs as he collapses back on the bed, his hips jerking into the touch. There’s a groan and then a hand firmly gripping his hip to keep him pinned down, Eddie thinks he passes out a little bit.
“Don’t move,” Billy rasps, Eddie can feel his breath against his dick, oh god. “It doesn’t count if I choke ‘cause you rammed your dick down my throat.”
Nevermind, now is when Eddie passes out a little bit. Or maybe when Billy chuckles at the long, pathetic whine Eddie lets out at the thought of ramming his dick down his throat. Wait, no, it happens when Billy sticks his tongue out again to lick at the tip of his dick and then closes his mouth around it.
It’s so warm. Billy’s mouth is warm like an inferno, scorching and wet, soft, he sucks a little bit, strokes the underside of Eddie’s tip with his tongue—that fucking tongue, Eddie knew it was dangerous. He still has one hand wrapped around the base of Eddie’s dick, the other holding his hip, and Eddie is shaking all over, gasping for breath already.
Okay, fuck, fine, you win, he wants to say, please, please don’t stop. He lifts his head up a bit so he can look down and the sight of Billy with his face flushed, eyes closed and lips stretched around the head of Eddie’s dick makes his stomach clench almost painfully.
“Holy shit,” he whines.
Billy opens his eyes and meets his gaze, then pulls off his dick with a wet pop and offers Eddie a smile. “See? Easy,” he drawls and Eddie doesn’t know if he’s calling the act or Eddie easy, but he’s pretty sure he’s never been this hard before.
“You,” Eddie starts, god his mouth is drier than a fucking desert, “you haven’t sucked all of it yet.”
Billy’s smile turns into a smirk and he slowly opens his mouth again, clearly putting on a show as he presses his tongue flat against the underside of Eddie’s dick and licks a stripe all the way up before poking at the slit with the tip of his tongue.
“Fucking—fuck,” Eddie gasps, his thighs trembling and toes curling in the air as Billy takes the head of his dick into his mouth again.
He doesn’t stop there though, he starts taking more, his lips moving down past the crown, his cheeks hollowing. Eddie can’t look at him anymore, it’s just too fucking much, so he lets his head fall back on the mattress and presses the palm of his hands against his eyes.
The tight ring of Billy’s mouth moves up and back down again and—that’s a suckjob alright. Eddie’s getting a blowjob. Someone’s sucking his dick. And not just someone, no, Billy is, and isn’t that completely insane? Eddie lets out a bewildered, giddy laugh that morphs into a choked moan and ends into some kind of pathetic little sob.
It feels so fucking good.
Eddie has tried to imagine what it would feel like more than once, but he realizes now there is no way he could ever have been close to reality, no matter how vivid his imagination is. It’s—fuck, he doesn’t think he has words for this, it’s like all of his nerve endings have migrated to his dick, he can’t really feel anything but Billy’s mouth, soft and warm, and the way he keeps using his tongue when he isn’t bobbing his head up and down.
“Billy,” he gasps and Billy moans and the new sensation makes his whole body jerk violently.
Eddie is so fucking glad he’s high as a kite, because he probably would have blown his load the second Billy’s nose touched his dick earlier if the weed didn’t make it way harder for Eddie to reach an orgasm. He loves jerking off when he’s high, he often ends up with an aching arm and wrist because it literally takes forever and it gets so frustrating but it’s also so, so good. He almost came crying once, humping his pillow desperately because he’d been right there for so long and both his arms had given up at this point.
This already feels ten times worse and ten times better. Like he could come in a second, but also like it’s not enough, not yet, it’s fucking maddening.
Fuck, but he wants to plunge deeper into that sweet inferno, he wants to feel it swallow his whole dick, but Billy is still holding his hip in a tight grip and he told Eddie not to move and Eddie wants to be good, because if he isn’t good Billy might stop and god, shit, fuck, Eddie doesn’t want this to stop.
He kinda wants to live there. Inside Billy’s mouth. Can he do that? Can he just move into Billy’s mouth, spend the rest of his life there? He’ll be so good if he’s allowed to, he’ll never move again, he’ll do anything Billy asks.
Oh no, Billy’s pulling off, what did he do wrong? “Anything?” Billy rasps.
What? Eddie lets his arms fall down, spread out like he’s Christ on the cross, he opens his eyes, blinks to clear his vision, and looks down at Billy. “What?”
Billy snorts. Billy looks—fucking hell, Billy’s a hot guy, undeniably masculine, like, Eddie’s never once thought he looked like a girl or anything like that, but he’s also kind of really pretty sometimes and. And right now’s one of those times, right now he’s the prettiest Eddie’s ever seen him.
He looks so fucking smug, but also a little bit bashful, Eddie has no idea how he can manage both, it feels anti—antithe—contractory. Contradictory. Fucking hell.
“You having a stroke, Munson?”
Maybe. Probably. How can he tell? Will it count as involuntary manslaughter if Billy gives him a stroke by sucking his dick? Eddie doesn’t want him to go to jail, he likes Billy and he’s too pretty to go to jail, they’ll fuck him up in there, would Billy suck dicks to survive in prison? Eddie doesn’t think he likes the thought of Billy sucking anyone else’s dick though, is that selfish?
“Pretty selfish, yes.”
Thought so. Billy is smiling, it’s an interesting smile, amused but not mocking, a bit soft, like he’s looking at a cute animal being silly, like a dog chasing his own tail or something, it makes Eddie’s heart swell inside his chest. Is that physically possible?
Billy lets go of his hip, aw, no, but then he moves his hand up and slides it under Eddie’s t-shirt to pat his stomach. It feels nice, but not as nice as the way Billy starts mouthing at his dick again. He doesn’t take it into his mouth though, just kisses and licks at it, all the way down.
Meanwhile, his hand keeps moving up, and Eddie jolts with a surprised noise when he feels a finger brush against his right nipple. It feels accidental, but Billy does it again and now there’s purpose behind it as he rubs the pad of his finger against Eddie’s nipple, sending sparks alongside his spine and making him arch his back with a moan.
It feels incredible and almost too much. Billy told him not to move but he can’t really help it now, his hips shifting slightly, tiny aborted movements he can’t really help until he feels something warm and wet engulf one of his balls.
Eddie goes tense all over, a string of curses spilling out of his mouth as Billy starts sucking on it with a moan. Is that what’s expected during a suckjob or is Billy just an overachiever? It doesn’t matter, fuck, it doesn’t matter, Billy can be a smug son of a bitch all he wants as long as he doesn’t stop what he’s doing and holy shit, Eddie can’t fucking take this anymore.
He reaches out with one hand and buries his fingers in Billy’s hair. Billy sucks harder and lets out a moan so loud all of Eddie’s bones rattle and his legs flail so hard he almost hits Billy.
“Fuck, sorry,” Eddie whines and almost takes his hand off, but Billy gives him a look that makes him pause, then removes the hand he had under Eddie’s t-shirt to wound his arm around Eddie’s right thigh and hike his leg up his shoulder.
The new position leaves Eddie feeling even more exposed, vulnerable, the sensation heavily increased by the fact that Billy literally has his mouth on the most vulnerable part of his body. Eddie can’t look away. In fact, he needs to see more, so he pushes on his elbow and spreads his other leg a bit more, just so he can get a better view of the way Billy’s mouth stretches around him.
“Fuck,” he breathes out and tightens his grip on Billy’s hair. “You look so fucking hot.”
Billy’s eyes fall shut and he makes a noise like he’s been shot, he’s literally drooling all over Eddie’s ballsack, making a mess as he sucks and licks like it’s a fucking five stars meal and it’s Eddie’s turn to make some kind of ungodly noise as realization hits him.
“You like this,” he blurts out, awed. “Fuck, you’re into this.”
Billy digs his nails into Eddie’s thigh, but his whole face and the tip of his ears are red and he doesn’t stop what he’s doing, in fact, he seems even more eager.
Maybe Eddie fell asleep and is now having a very elaborate dream. It’s more plausible than the real Billy Hargrove looking like having Eddie’s balls in his mouth is the definition of heaven.
It’s more plausible than Billy moaning like that, than actually watching him stop sucking on Eddie’s balls to take his dick back into his mouth. He goes further this time, his eyes falling shut and his brows furrowed in concentration as he sinks down, down, down.
“Holy fucking shit, Billy,” Eddie chokes out, which is approximately when Billy gags and pulls back with a wet gasp.
He frowns at Eddie’s dick like it just insulted him, but Eddie’s mind is still reeling with the fact that this is doing something for Billy to take offense, especially when Billy just goes for it again. It looks fucking obscene, his dick slowly disappearing inside Billy’s mouth, his jaw opening wide to accommodate it, the way his eyes water when the tip hits the back of his throat again. It looks uncomfortable and it should feel wrong, but Eddie keeps thinking Again, do that again, he’s actually thinking about holding Billy’s face between his hands and thrusting up into his mouth.
Billy eases up with another audible gasp, he focuses on sucking on the tip, swirling his tongue, before he resumes bobbing his head. He starts moving his hand too, the one still wrapped around the base of Eddie’s dick, stroking what he obviously can’t fit inside his mouth without choking.
Eddie closes his eyes and lets himself be swept by the sensations. He’s never been to the ocean but he figures that’s what it must feel like to be carried by the waves, each one taking him further and further.
And Billy’s into it. He’s still making those little noises, wet and hungry, like a starved man enjoying food for the first time in way, way too long. Is he just putting on a show for Eddie’s sake, overachiever that he is when it comes to winning any kind of bet or challenge between them? No, it feels different, it feels genuine, something Eddie has come to realize Billy rarely is.
It’s not that Billy’s a fundamentally dishonest person, he’s just—guarded. So, so guarded, except maybe when he gets angry, one of the rare emotions he allows himself to be honest about. Or maybe simply can’t control?
This feels similar. This feels like when Billy’s high enough to giggle openly at Eddie’s antics, when it’s late and dark enough for him to ask if he can stay the night in a quiet voice because he really doesn’t feel like going home. It feels like sharing a secret, a confession made under the cover of the night.
It’s driving Eddie mad.
A distressed noise makes him snap his eyes open to look down at Billy, who pulls off his dick with a frown on his face. “Am I doing this wrong or something?” he spits angrily, but his chin wobbles a little bit and Eddie has the sudden urge to lean in and lick at the spit covering it.
“What?”
Billy glares at him and gives his dick a squeeze, making him hiss. “I’ve been at it forever and you still haven’t come,” he mutters.
Oh. Has it really been that long? Billy does look pretty tired, opening and closing his jaw like it’s hurting him. “Weed boner,” Eddie rasps, suddenly embarrassed. It’s weird because he always thought they were pretty cool, but he really doesn’t like the almost crestfallen look that’s on Billy’s face right now.
“Huh?”
Does Billy not get those? “You know,” Eddie says and releases his grip on Billy’s hair, lets his fingers trail down the side of his face until he can cup Billy’s jaw. “Makes me last longer.”
Billy tilts his head to the side, like it’ll make more sense at a different angle. He looks less upset though, more curious. “How much longer?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” Eddie never thought about timing himself, should he have? “Does it hurt?” he asks and rubs his thumb against Billy’s jaw.
Billy’s cheeks are so, so red. “M’fine,” he mumbles. “So, I’m not doing it wrong?”
“Dude, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Eddie doesn’t even hesitate to admit.
Billy grins, he finally looks like himself again. “Oh yeah?” he asks as he starts stroking Eddie’s dick again, almost lazily. “Told you it was easy.”
“It doesn’t look easy,” Eddie says and presses his thumb a bit deeper into Billy’s cheek, right at the base of his jaw.
“That’s just ‘cause you’re a freak when you’re high. You really never got your dick sucked before?”
Eddie shakes his head, “Never,” he promises.
“I expected you to jizz all over my face in like, two seconds.”
Eddie groans, his eyes squeezing shut at the mental image. “Almost did,” he chokes out. “Your mouth is…” he trails off, opens his eyes again, frowns.
“My mouth is what?” Billy basically purrs as he leans in to suck on the tip of Eddie’s dick lightly.
“Ah, fuck—good, really good,” Eddie moans.
Billy hums and does that thing with his tongue again while increasing the speed of his strokes. Eddie’s back in the ocean, at least until Billy’s hand starts to feel a little bit too dry, and the frustration of being so close without being able to tip over the edge starts feeling more annoying than pleasurable.
“Okay, what the fuck,” Billy mutters after pulling off again, his strokes slowing down. Eddie whines mournfully. “You can stop now.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose!” Eddie exclaims before flopping down on the bed with a frustrated groan.
“How d’you even deal with those, usually? Jerk off till you get blisters on your dick?”
He’s so close to the truth it hurts, but Eddie is capable of learning from past mistakes. “M’not an animal, I use vaseline,” he mumbles, because he’s not gonna admit that’s happened before to Billy. He doesn’t rub his dick raw anymore, nope, no siree, he’s all grown up and mature and knowledgeable, he now uses a copious amount of vaseline to beat his meat safely.
“Fuck it, where is it?”
“What?”
“Your vaseline, you spaz.”
“Oh.” Eddie blinks and looks down at Billy. “Bedside table.”
Billy huffs and lets go of his dick, wipes his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, shoves Eddie’s leg off his shoulder, and stands up. He winces and unsubtly readjusts himself in his jeans before walking around the bed to open the top drawer of the bedside table and retrieve the jar of vaseline.
“Scoot up, I’m not kneeling on the floor again,” Billy says, his tone dripping with annoyance, and Eddie almost reminds him it was his idea in the first place to get on his knees on the floor. To suck Eddie’s dick. And balls, can’t forget about the balls.
His arms and legs kinda feel like jelly and he’s still painfully hard, but Eddie does as he’s told, he pushes himself further up on the bed and watches as Billy joins him and starts opening the jar of vaseline.
Billy whistles. “Damn, you’ve been busy,” he leers.
Eddie glares at him, his cheeks heat up. “I’m young and healthy,” he sniffs and averts his gaze as Billy settles between his legs again.
“Dunno about that last part,” Billy snorts as he kneels down with his own thighs a bit spread and reaches for Eddie’s legs. He grabs him and hauls him close, until Eddie’s bare ass is propped up on his lap, like that’s a perfectly normal position to be in for—whatever it is that Billy’s about to do. “There’s clearly something wrong with your dick.”
“Hey!” Eddie protests weakly, a bit winded again, and knocks his knee against Billy’s side, or tries to at least.
Billy just snorts again and grabs his thigh in a firm grip, then reaches out with his other hand to just—poke at Eddie’s dick with a fingertip. “I’ve been sucking and jerking it for two hours and it just looks pissed off.”
There’s no way it’s been two hours and yeah, okay, his dick looks very red right now, but Eddie wouldn’t say it looks pissed off. “Okay, well, maybe I’m just a sex god.”
“A virgin sex god?” Billy taunts and keeps poking at his dick, bounce, bounce, bounce.
“Shut up.” Eddie’s whole face is on fire. “Not so virgin anymore, am I?”
Billy hums and finally stops poking at his dick to reach for the jar of vaseline he dropped on the sheets, he collects some on his fingers. “Doesn’t count,” he says as he spreads the vaseline on his fingers, then wraps them around Eddie’s dick.
“What—ah, shit, what d’you mean it doesn’t count?”
Billy gives his dick a long, slow stroke, from tip to root, then back up. “S’just a blowjob. And it definitely doesn’t count if you don’t come.”
That doesn’t sound right, does it? Eddie’s pretty sure it’s about sticking your dick inside a hole, not busting a nut. “S-so… you’re helping me with that now?” he rasps, his eyes falling shut when Billy’s thumb rubs gently against the head of his dick.
“I don’t like leaving a job unfinished.” Right. No, yeah, that makes sense. “I won, by the way.”
“Won wha—oh, fuck, yeah,” Eddie moans, his toes curling as Billy applies a bit more pressure and speeds up, the vaseline makes a squelching sound that’s absolutely obscene and slightly embarrassing and Eddie loves it so much.
“I did a much better job than Amanda,” Billy drawls and Eddie can hear the smug smile in his voice, he doesn’t even need to open his eyes.
“Didn’t make me nut though,” Eddie pants.
A sharp sting bites the inside of his thigh, making him yelp and jerk, his eyes flying open. Did Billy just pinch him? Fuck, it still stings and it makes his dick throb for some reason.
“Not my fault your dick is freaky.”
“It’s the weed,” Eddie whines.
“So it’s always like this when you smoke?”
“No, not always, I—ah, yeah, yeah, shit, just—sometimes.”
Billy hums and moves his other hand between Eddie’s legs to start fondling his balls. “Focus, Munson, you’ve got two minutes.”
“Oh g—what, why? No, don’t stop.”
“Two minutes,” Billy repeats and squeezes and this is so unfair, he’s the one who started this, he can’t stop, Eddie will die, he’ll die for sure.
“Please,” Eddie whimpers, his hips bucking into the touch. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t look at me with those eyes, Bambi. Just come.”
“I’m trying,” Eddie sobs. He plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up into Billy’s hand, it feels so good he does it again, and again, and Billy just forms a tight fist for him to fuck into so Eddie keeps going.
“Shit, you always get needy like this or is that the weed too?” Billy taunts, but he looks a bit awed, like he’s really, really enjoying what he’s seeing right now, and it makes Eddie flush and shake all over, a terrible moan falling off his lips as he holds onto the sheets and starts thrusting his hips faster.
“I just—just wanna come,” he whines.
“You could have come in my mouth if your dick wasn’t being freaky.”
A strangled sob tears itself out of Eddie’s throat at the thought, fuck, it hurts, his whole crotch is on fire. It’s right here, so close he can almost taste it, but it’s like he keeps missing, like he can’t quite reach it.
“You’re so lucky it’s me,” Billy says, his other hand still fondling Eddie’s balls. “Any chick would have given up already. You know your freaky dick’s gonna chase them all away, right?”
It’s the weed! His dick isn’t freaky, Billy called it not bad earlier, that means good! Besides, shouldn’t chicks be happy he has endurance? That’s a good thing, right?
“Trust me, they don’t like it when it takes forever, they just can’t take it.”
But Billy can. Billy can take it, that’s what he’s saying?
“Yeah, Ed. I can take you. I’ve got you,” Billy whispers, his tone soft and gentle and—
Eddie feels like a rubber band that’s been pulled taught until it snaps. It barely feels like relief, it just hurts and he sobs loudly as he spills, his legs shaking so hard he can barely thrust into Billy’s fist anymore, but Billy starts stroking him through it again, fast and tight and it hurts, it hurts, it feels so good.
It goes on for what feels like forever, it feels like it’s never gonna stop, but it does and Eddie collapses back with a pathetic wheeze.
He can’t see. He can’t hear either. For a few seconds, for an eternity, Eddie is blind and deaf and then sound rushes back into his ears and his vision clears, he’s staring at the ceiling.
Holy shit. Did he die? He feels so heavy, like his limbs are made of lead instead of flesh and bones and all the other things limbs are typically made of. Eddie blinks, that takes so much effort too, but there’s something calling for his attention, so he looks down and—oh.
Oh, wow.
That’s Billy’s dick.
Billy pulled his dick out, when did he do that? He’s jerking it furiously, his head tipped down and breathy moans falling off his lips as he strokes his dick so hard and fast Eddie thinks he might break something. He’s using the same hand, the hand he was using on Eddie, the hand that made Eddie come, and it’s covered in Eddie’s release and Billy’s touching himself with that same hand.
His own softening dick gives a pitiful, painful twitch.
Eddie watches. It’s all he can do, really, and he can’t tear his gaze away either, so he watches Billy’s fist working his dick, he listens to the sounds he makes, gasps and moans and little whines.
Billy’s other hand is holding onto Eddie’s knee in a tight grip, like he’s afraid he’ll drown if he lets go. Eddie feels the strangest urge to reach out and hold onto that hand.
He doesn’t, he can’t.
“Oh, fuck,” Billy gasps, his hips thrusting up. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The way his whole body goes tense and his mouth falls open on a moan as he comes, his release spilling down his fingers and mixing with Eddie’s, that feels like another secret, another confession made under the cover of night.
Eddie is sure he would know what the secret is if his head wasn’t so fuzzy. Right now, it’s a tangled mess he simply doesn’t have the strength to examine.
“Fuck,” Billy whispers, his voice hoarse.
Eddie agrees.
Billy looks up and their eyes meet. He’s breathing hard, his cheeks red and his eyes wide, he looks almost scared; does he think Eddie’s gonna make fun of him? Eddie’s way too tired for that.
“M'kay,” Eddie finally manages to make his mouth work. “You win.”
The scared look dissipates. Billy’s shoulders’ slump, like Eddie just took a huge weight off them. They shake a bit, Billy is laughing. “Damn right,” he says then pushes him off his lap, Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it and slides down with a yawn. “Gonna get something to clean us up with.”
Eddie hums. Sounds good, great plan. He’s not going anywhere. Billy snorts, slaps his thigh and gets out of bed.
Billy’s really pretty when he comes, Eddie thinks as he closes his eyes, maybe that’s the secret.