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Jonathan Byers offered to help Corroded Coffin with album photos and Eddie was curious as a cat during the whole shoot. He was underfoot and touching everything and had a zillion questions.
The fact that Jonathan didn’t lose patience with Eddie meddling and that Eddie was both invested and intrigued— it made them fast friends.
And Jonathan knew that Eddie did a lot of odd jobs between tours and gigs. So Jon asked for his help with photo shoots —- and Eddie got even more into it.
At first it was just hauling the equipment and holding light reflectors, but turns out Eddie also had a gift for making grumpy little kids smile, flirting with adults till they sat up straighter and looked more at ease.
And better yet, Jon found Eddie had an artist's eye for composition and had picked up on the mechanics of photography really quickly.
One night Jon, Argyle, and Eddie were sitting around getting high and Jon was explaining to Argyle the jobs they’d been doing lately.
“Senior photos, engagements, wedding, and anniversary photos, some family photo shoots. Anything really,” Jon nodded. “Had a photo shoot for a couple with a dog who’d just had a litter of puppies last week, that was chaos.”
Eddie giggled. That job had been very funny. Or it was now. So so funny. Everything was pretty hilarious right now. At the time it had been annoying trying to keep the puppies in a bassinet. “Little Houdini puppies.” Eddie whispered. Argyle chuckled.
Jon continued “ I want to get the contract for the elementary and middle school yearbook pictures but they always bring in a bigger studio or like Sears and shit and we can’t compete with their pricing. So I need to expand. Offer more services. I dunno.”
“You should do those, like, sexy photos, man.” Argyle said as he passed Jon’s favorite bong across the coffee table. “Booo-dwaaar ones.”
“Sorry, what?” Jon coughed. “Like women in lingerie? I don’t think we can even advertise for that”
Eddie giggled again, “booooodoiir” funny word. Did it sound like a yummy snack food? Eddie was hungry. He went to go root around in the kitchen cabinets in Jon and Argyles kitchen.
“I’m serious brochachos, sometimes someone wants to look sexy for their partner, right, you give them a discreet photo shoot in risqué poses, make them feel nice, makes their partner feel nice, makes everyone happy, done deal.”
Eddie came back with a half empty box of cereal.
“We’d need to have samples in Jon’s portfolio to show potential clients.” and then he slumped back sideways into the lazyboy, legs dangling over the armrest, talking around a mouthful of ‘human chow’ for Eddie Puppies. “I don’t know anyone that would model for us, not like that.” Eddie thought about their friends and dismissed them one by one in his head. He gestured that was no-way gonna happen.
“I know someone”. Argyle said. “ someone who poses at the art school.”
The Art school model agreed and Jon set up a date for the shoot. But Jon was trying to make things work with Nancy and trust with long distance was a continuing issue.
“Eddie, imma need you to do this solo, man.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’ll do great, I’ll set up the studio and you can do the actual shoot.”
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“Where do you want me?”
Surely he hadn’t heard right.
Having SEEN her—He wanted her everywhere,
on every surface,
up against the wall,
down on the plush carpet with her ankles hooked around his neck….and he absolutely shouldn’t tell her that.
Eddie had been the average adult bisexual male excited to see a lady in lingerie today, yes. But hadn’t expected a goth gal who could be the cover model from an issue of Heavy Metal Magazine.
She smiled and shook his hand and introduced herself as if she wasn’t the Empress of his Darkest Desires.
She slung off this little black wrap dress to reveal a body Eddie would die for, if she asked - yes undoubtedly. Perhaps even kill.
Her curves were partially revealed and partially held snug in pink satin and black lace. Thigh high stockings with a back seam leading up to a lush ass.
fuck. This was going to be harder… more difficult than he thought. Professionalism was the watch word.
“Our studio appreciates your time modeling for us.” Eddie said gruffly.
“Jonathan said you wanted this more classic pin up and not tooo trashy or raunchy so I’ve got pasties like— nipple covers and full coverage panties but I brought some other more playful stuff if you change your mind.”
Eddie nearly knocked a lamp over while spinning around to grab the camera from a table. “Yeah, yeah, Absolutely, I really just want whatever makes you comfortable. Um… maybe start on the divan.”
Her little Maribou fur topped heels clicked on the hard wood floor and she sat -daintily- knees together and angled to one side. She obviously already knew which shoulder to drop, where to place one hand so it looked natural and put the tip of her other finger to her mouth - seductively.
“That looks… perfect.” Eddie adjusted fstop, angled one of the lights to hit her nice. Took a couple snaps, barely looking into the viewfinder.
She unhooked a garter. “One where I’m pulling this stocking on?”
“Yes ::ahem:: perfect perfect.” Fuck why can’t I think of something else to say. Why’s my throat so rusty like it’s full of nails!!
Eddie didn’t want to sound creepy. But she looked like a dream. A sweet hot wet dream. He cleared his throat “Just like that.”
She cocked her head towards him with a cheeky smile and pulled the stocking back up.
Turned - Pouting slightly, not looking at the camera. Eddie took several shots - could probably make a flip book of this action.
“What else?” She asked.
It was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “Bend over.” Guttural. An order. Shit shit shit. “Please. Like over the arm rest there.”
She didn’t look phased. “Look back at you?” And got into position. Legs slightly apart.
“Yeah- that’s perfect…”. Ugh. Invest in a thesaurus, Eddie Munson.
“Looks good? Hot or whatever? Objectively speaking?” She asked. Blinking back at him over her shoulder. Which he wanted to bite.
“Super hot, yeah.” Dammit. She bit her lip and Eddie took pictures of his dream girl looking for all the world like she wanted him to… Eddie shook his head to clear it like a very horny etch-a-sketch.
She beckoned. Eddie stepped forward telling himself sternly. this. Is. Just. A. Job. For. Her. And for him. A job. A gig. Nothing more.
“What else? When I model it’s not deliberately provocative. How would you want your significant other to pose?”
“I don’t have a… anyone right now. I’ve been focusing on my band and..”
“I meant hypothetically - what would be pleasing - supposing you would be into this kinda body.” She gestured at herself and smiled wryly and then walked to the rug.”how about on my knees, looking up into the camera?”
“Yes, that would totally be pleasing, yeah.” Eddie was sweating all over. It occurred to him that it would have been great to have a strategic jerk in the shower this morning and not be feeling like a 16 year old about to nut from her general proximity and hotness.
Aiming the camera down at her fine person, looking into her big eyes and down the lace… whatever she had on, Eddie was thinking he wished they were meeting under different circumstances. Like maybe just at a party at Argyle’s. Maybe he’d be a little suave if she wasn’t in her underwear??
“Did you take a picture? I didn’t hear the shutter??” She asked.
Shiiiiit. Focus. Click click okay okay okay. What now? He’d had a plan - a whole plan with poses and Art Frahm references and it all went just out the window with his entire mushed brain.
Wait.
“You said you brought other outfits?”
“I brought some stuff with a BDSM feel… like…dom and sub markers.” When Eddie didn’t respond she elaborated. “ A collar and cuffs, some leather boots with metal spike heels (not really for walking around in you know) and a cage harness. Would that be too much?”
“Jeesus.” It slipped out.
“Too much, gotcha.” She looked so shy, blushed. Looked down.
“No no, it’s great, it’s perfect for me. I would love it if it were me, just ah… not sure about our clientele in this backwater burg with their prudish sensibilities.” Eddie let the camera hang on the strap and wiped his forehead with his bandana and put his hair up in a loose bun.
“Let’s try it as if it’s for you, then, more or less.” She bit her lip and looked him up and down. Eddie couldn’t be imagining that right? A long lingering glance over his whole person. “What would you like?”
Eddie huffed a half laugh - this was insane. She was all his desires. He was gonna take these photos and develop them without Jon, no one could ever see these. Just Eddie.
“If you were mine, if this was a gift for me, I’d want to do everything. I’d want pictures of us together.”
“We should do that. Do you have a timer and a stable tripod?”
Yes, yes Jon did.
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She changed clothes behind a screen. Came back out in a strappy leather corset with the collar on her neck and the crazy tall heels. Eddie felt like he might just melt into a puddle. “You look fucking incredible! Fuck!”
“Aww, thank you. You don’t have to say that.” She blushed again.
“It’s true though.” :::goddamn:::
“Well, it’s nice of you to say.”
”Hey, Do you want me to put on music? Something for mood?”
“No, that’s okay, I’m trying not to get confused. Trying to remember this isn’t a date or that like, we aren’t about to start a…scene or have sex. And I’m not an actress. I don’t need to get really into character or anything.” She knelt down again in front of Eddie but much closer this time. “Put one of your hands in my hair? Grab a handful - yeah, with your rings— get that in the shot?”
Eddie did so, and it felt too good. He didn’t pull, was as gentle as could be but he felt powerful.
Her mouth was so close to his fly, open and licking her lips —she wasn’t looking right at it and maybe she hadn’t noticed he was tenting out his jeans. He couldn’t help it at this point, he rationalized.
“Let’s see… cuff me - maybe…I dunno… in front or behind my back?” She asked.
Eddie didn’t quite groan out loud. “Behind. If that’s cool?”
“Sure!” She was chipper about it.
Eddie took more of these photos and then as he was unlocking the cuffs she said. “Some pictures together now? You being my dom?”
“Sure??” Did his voice just break like puberty come again?? Oh gawd! Get it together!
“Do you want to get more undressed? Shirtless? Maybe lose the bandana ?”
Eddie did not need to be asked twice, he pulled his Anthrax tshirt shirt off over his back and tucked his bandana into it and chucked them onto a shelf.
But kept internally reminding himself she said this was fake. Not a date, not leading to sex. Maybe it was a crazy train leading to heartbreak but he couldn’t seem to get up the willpower to put the brakes on.
Eddie trained the camera on the tripod on the divan and she held her hand out to him. Eddie held the trigger so it was hidden and the cable wouldn’t show in the shot.
They knelt facing each other.
She put his ringed hand on her neck.
She shivered at his touch. Eddie clicked the shutter a few times to make sure he didn’t get her mid-eyeblink.
“Now, I’m gonna lay down...” Eddie laid his head so it was just falling off the cushions. “You put one of your feet on my chest or shoulder or or yeah… neck.” He helped her into position and looked up into her eyes, her lower lip was between her teeth again and she was breathing hard.
“I don’t want to hurt you. These heels are pointy.” She whispered.
“You won’t… not badly, just lean a bit here, yeah, and look down at me.. yeah… like that…more.” She looked like she could eat him alive. Now it was Eddie’s turn to shiver. He ran a hand up her calf and gripped her knee and took another few shots.
“Should we… um… should we make it look like you are … um… “ she let out a shaky breath. “R-railing me from behind.” She held her hands together and looked for all the world like she was begging for this.
“Uh, definitely. If you’d be into that? Hypothetically.” Eddie was starting to feel guilty. He shouldn’t be making his own personal porn with an unwilling partner. And if he wasn’t doing that, he was wasting film, because he wasn’t gonna let ANYoNE ELSE see this stuff. Except her. “Do you want copies of these?”
“Yeah, Jon said I could pick which ones you guys use and keep the negatives for anything else, is that still the deal??”
“Yeah, just wanted to confirm. I’ll ah… move the ottoman here and you...”
She bent over the ottoman, understanding him immediatly, and Eddie got behind her. So pretty… so beguiling and gorgeous and certainly so very rail-able.
She looked back at him “Not gonna lose those jeans?”
“Well, I could but no one will see them like this…”
“Because my ass is so wide you can hide behind me?” She laughed.
“It’s great, perfect, like A plus No Notes on your ass and thighs… just don’t need to take off my jeans really unless…” unless you want me to.
“I won’t peak.”
Eddie sighed. This was such a bad fantastic terrible sexy idea. He took off his jeans and got into position.
“Grab my hips? Or spank me? Or grab my neck from behind??”
Jeeeeesus H Christ. She was gonna be the death of him. Eddie tried - with upmost respect and as much chivalry as one man about to fake doggystyle could muster - to put his hands gently on her hips. But she wiggled slightly and her back arched sexfully and of course she froze as she landed back against his hips and felt his hard length barely contained by his boxers, against her almost bare - thonged - ass.
That’s it, Eddie thought, this is when I get sued and humiliated and die from shame.
She turned and looked so surprised. “Oh!”
Eddie backed up and put his hands over his crotch. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry, please it’s a compliment though, you know, I can’t really Stop getting a boner when you are so hot and we are… “ Eddie made a frustrated noise like mmmmphhhh. “…Like This. I can’t help it but. I’m Extremly sorry about everything.”
“It’s okay, it’s totally okay, I just saw your bandana and thought you were a gay dom, into the especially rough stuff and with only dudes.”
Oh. “No??? No, It’s just a bandana, with a badass skull on it. I mean, I like some rough stuff but I like gals mostly, only occasionally guys. And I really like you. So. We should stop Now actually, because I can already tell I’m gonna catch feelings and that’s probably Right Out yeah? I do that, I fall for people when they just want sex, and you don’t even want that!! I’m a mess, sorry again. Sorry.”
“Eddie, I definitely want sex with you and I think I really like you too.”
“So maybe I could take you out for dinner?? Go out and someday maybe come back to my place sometime and do all this for real without the camera?”
“I need you now. Maybe we could do all this without a camera right now and you could take me out for breakfast??” She countered.
“That is perfect, sweetheart.” Eddie felt a grin form on his lips and his heart lifted. “But, I don’t want anyone else to see our photos together. I just want it to be ours.”
“Oh thank goodness!” She turned and kissed him full and sweet and honestly it was heaven on earth.