The Freaks-Eddie Munson

Skull Rock

Y'all get two today because I'm getting poked and prodded tomorrow.

Enjoy :)

You both trudged through the forest, checking in on each other every now and then.

"This'll do," Eddie panted, stopping at a rock formation. Taking off his jacket and vest he laid it flat on a rock, rolling up his sleeves. Shuddering you sat under the skullish looking rock, hugging your knees.

"Fuck it's cold," You shuddered, teeth chattering.

"In the most nonsexual way I can say this, you really need to get that shirt off," Munson smiled nervously. "It's only making you colder." You glanced over at him, rubbing your arms. You knew he was right, but it still made you nervous. Apparently Eddie had the idea to make the score even.

Shuffling out from under the rock, he managed to unstick his shirt from his body and peel it off. You swore to yourself you weren't going to stare. However, you were a big fat liar, even to yourself. Gazing over his body you bit your lip. Jesus Christ, he had no right being this pretty. Obviously he wasn't 'all-star player built', but he was toned, which was somehow hotter. Biting your thumb, you roamed over his tattoos with your eyes, admiring every single ink spot on his skin. Curiously you shuffled over, touching the one on his arm. It looked like bats.

Giggling, you rolled up your sleeve as best as possible. Holding out your arm, you showed your Ozzy Bat inspired tattoo.

"Well, would you look at that," He laughed, running his fingers over the ink. "Total twinsies." You bit back a giggle but couldn't help smiling, looking at the rest of them.

Humming, you touched the one on his forearm, "This one's my favorite."

"Master of Puppets fan?" He asked, watching you trace the outline of the tattoo.

"Mmm, I think I'm just a fan of it on you," You joked, listening to him cough into his fist. "But yes, I am a Master of Puppets fan."

"Well uh, I'll have to play it for you sometime," Munson said conversationally, going to make a patch for you guys to sit on under the rock. "Not to brag, but uh, I'm pretty much a master at the guitar solo."

Chuckling, you struggled your turtle neck off, making sure to tuck your necklace in first. Unrolling the sleeves, you laid the shirt out to dry, fixing your hair.

"Holy shit," You heard from behind you, swiftly turning around. Munson wasn't sure if he could tear his eyes off of you, even if he wanted to. You were just mesmerizing to him. He felt honored to be able to see you like this, clearing his throat when you turned around. He just had to remind himself to not stare at a certain area that would get him in big trouble. He couldn't help the quick glance he took at your cleavage, doing his best to make it subtle.

Twiddling with the ring on your necklace you chuckled, crouching down besides him. You did feel slightly warmer, but overall, still about as freezing. Trying to create some friction, you rubbed your hands together, blowing into your hands. Eddie looked over at you, leaning his back against the stone.

Curiously, you chuckled in confusion, "What?"

He just smiled and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you securely. Sighing dreamily you curled up into his warm chest, hugging his torso. He trailed his hand up and down your back as you tilted your head up to see his face.

He had that puppy dog expression again, "Remember when you said I could kiss it better?"

You feigned deep thought, "Vaguely."

He giggled in his throat, "You're cute when you're thinking." Pressing his lips repeatedly to your cheek, he grinned against your skin.

"Eddie!" You shrieked, laughing as he held your jaw. "Eddie stop!"