The house was eerily quiet when I woke at 1pm the next day, Eddie's leg slung over my thigh as he lay on his stomach quietly snoring. Thankfully I didn't have a hangover today, but I could guarantee Eddie would be a mess. I shuffled out of bed soundlessly to avoid waking him, popping my head round my mom's bedroom door but finding it empty, before creeping down the stairs. A sticky note was attached to the refrigerator with her delicate handwriting over it 'Going grocery shopping then meeting Karen for coffee, be home by 4.' Leaning against the countertop as I made a hot tea for myself and a coffee to take to Eddie, I stared out to the backyard and watched a group of tiny birds pecking at the ground. Whilst my tea brewed, my mind wandered to the conversation with Eddie last night; I wasn't mad at him for admitting his sexual attraction to Steve, or that he found it hot Steve was watching us, I was actually too busy mustering over my own feelings for Steve to think about it much. Not feelings feelings, he had never ever been my type for romantic feelings, but even as a kid I'd admired his beauty. Nancy always had a crush on him and I'd always relentlessly teased her for it - even when I lived in Arizona and she would call to tell me she was dating him, I had laughed and joked about what a douchebag he was. The truth was that as we'd grown up I'd definitely seen what all the other girls (and guys) saw in him; that impressive and unruly hair, the big doe eyes, perfectly chiselled cheeks, sharp jawline, large strong hands, and his lean body. I'd be lying if I said that young teenage me hadn't had at least one sexy dream featuring him. When I'd gotten back to Hawkins I was too consumed with trying to fit back into the town, then with Billy, to pay him much notice. Then when I started blossoming a friendship with him, I realised he was actually a really great guy and to think of him as just a typical hot guy was pretty shallow of me, and even though I still found him attractive there was still nothing non-platonic in my heart for him. What Eddie said last night about there being someone I must've wanted to fuck without feelings, was stuck in my mind because yeah he was right. Footsteps bounced above me, breaking through my thoughts, Eddie shortly came stumbling down the stairs in just his boxers and one hand scratching at his eyes. "Afternoon beautiful" he mumbled and planted a quick kiss on my shoulder, grabbing the coffee cup and inhaling it. "hey hot stuff," I poked his belly and sipped at my tea, he was hungover as fuck, "looks like someone needs more sleep." Eddie grumbled in response and began rummaging in the cupboards for cereal, which he scooped out of the box and ate out of his hand. "How are you not hungover?" I buttered some toast and shrugged at him, "I was drinking water as well as beer - y'know that really helps avoid hangovers."
After eating, we threw on our comfy clothes and lounged in front of the TV, Eddie's head in my lap and his feet dangling off the sofa, I played absentmindedly with his dark locks and watched his heavy eyelids drop as he fell asleep on me. Nothing in this world could ever be more precious or beautiful to me than the state of him sleeping peacefully, I often just spent hours in the night just admiring the way his lips twitched as he dreamt and the way his jaw clenched and unclenched whilst his eyeballs darted behind the lids. Soon enough my mind once again wandered to last night, and how sheepish he had looked when I'd asked if he would've agreed to be Steve's fuck buddy. I knew they hadn't done much together, and Eddie probably felt incredibly used the day after when he saw Steve with some chick, but I knew Eddie well enough to know despite all that he would still have jumped into bed with Steve if he'd ever asked. Something else tugged at my brain though. Steve stood there and watched us fuck - got himself off to it - but why? he couldn't have really wanted to watch one of his best friends have an orgasm, could he? or maybe he wasn't really watching me at all...maybe he was watching Eddie....maybe he was envying me. Like Eddie said - there's gotta be someone you aren't romantically attracted to that you'd still bolt at the chance to jump their bones...right? Every now and then one of Eddie's feet jolted and I thought he had woken, but his smooth eyelids remained shut and his breathing remained heavy. C'mon Rain - why else would Steve get hard watching a guy fuck, unless deep down he wanted to fuck said guy. My hands stilled in Eddie's hair as I recalled all the times I thought I'd caught Steve checking Eddie out. I knew Eddie would never cheat on me and sure as shit wouldn't ever break up with me, and I knew I could never be without him, but a huge guilt weighed on my shoulders as I thought about what Eddie could miss out on by being with me. Ever since learning about Eddie's sexuality I'd never actually thought about whether or not he ever missed being with a guy, I know he enjoys it when I fuck him with my fingers or the dildo, but does he ever feel frustrated about not actually getting fucked by a guy or sucking a real dick? Was it selfish of me to expect him to spend the rest of his life never experiencing that? I'd had plenty of opportunities to explore my sexuality to the fullest, but from what he's told me Eddie's sexual encounters with guys had never exactly been fulfilling.
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EDDIE MUNSON ~ Before I learned The Truth.
Fanfiction~COMPLETED~ 19 year old OC Rain Wheeler is stuck between a lot of things in life: their job or going to college, loving or hating Eddie Munson, wishing Billy was dead or wanting him to live and suffer, believing or disbelieving what people say abou...