Unlike Eddie's other customers, Billy isn't ashamed to be caught with town drug dealer -Max's opinion is the only one he cares about and that's just because he doesn't want to worry her any more than she's already worried about him- so he doesn't bother with any subtlety.
He's sure no one would be surprised if they discovered he was getting high in his spare time.
That's understandable and Eddie isn't one to ask questions. Max seems like she's dealing with a lot and at least Billy is trying his best to put in an effort.
Pouring two glasses of Jack Daniels, he hands one to Eddie and then leads the way into his little lounge. It’s mostly open plan between the kitchen, dining and lounge area but at least it’s tidy and his couch isn’t gross or anything. The tv is on, muted and there’s music playing from his stereo, the volume relatively low considering and there’s a few cassettes stacked on the floor beside it, from where he’s changed them and not bothered to put them away.
“Make yourself comfortable, man.” He drops onto one end of the couch and sighs.
Eddie takes the glass and gives a nod for thanks. He's never actually been to Billy's place but they have had a few run ins with each other at certain parties. Very much like the one last night.
"How long has this not sleeping thing been goin on?"
“How long ago was Starcourt?” There’d been nights before that, before the Mind Flayer when nightmares had woken him or fear of his dad’s wrath had kept him too on edge to sleep but nothing compared to the faces that swam in his mind when he drifted off, the screams of those he’d dragged down into the belly of the beast, the looks on the kids’ faces as he’d attempt to hand the girl over.
The smell of chemicals and the ice cold chill of not being in control of his own mind. He doesn’t say any of that; and it’s only mostly because of the NDA he’d been forced to sign.
Eddie doesn't know all the details of what Billy has experienced or what he's been struggling with. Eddie also doesn't ask because he knows it can be a difficult topic, one that digs up all the terror and trauma.
Fuck, Billy hopes they do. Just one night without Heather’s terrified face, without Max looking at him in horror as a monster uses him to threaten her and her friends, without seeing a girl he hated more than anything without even knowing who she was.
“And it’s your turn to make sure I don’t die.” He takes a sip of his drink. “What’ve you got for me?”
Some trauma is just too damn difficult to move past, it wants to linger and gnaw on every ounce of you. Eddie can't really comment on that feeling much, what it must feel like.
Little does he know.
He reaches into his jacket to pull out a small baggy, tossing it on the table in front of them. Inside contains a few small pills.
"I advise taking them when you're ready to sleep or you just need some silence. Should get the job done."
"Thanks, man. Just one at a time?" He takes a sip of his drink and turns on the couch so that he can face Eddie more easily, arm resting along the back of the couch. It's small enough that he would only need to move his fingers half an inch to touch Eddie's shoulder.
"For now", he suggests as his eyes flick upward to look at Billy. "Get a feel of it first. If it doesn't do the trick", he shrugs his shoulder. "We move forward by uping the dose but this", he taps his finger along the table. "It's good shit."
Good enough to hopefully provide the peace Billy needs.
"On the house. You did save my fucking ass last night."
Billy nods in understanding. Honestly, it's kind of impressive listening to Eddie talk about them; it sounds a whole lot like the pharmacists except instead of Tylenol, they're talking about illicit drugs that would have his dad so disappointed, he'd give him a good solid slapping for even considering it.
"Y'know, you're alright for a freak, Munson. I kinda like having you around. And not just for the drugs." Billy gives Eddie a once over, looking him up and down over the rim of his glass.
Eddie has taught himself a great deal about illegal drugs, it comes with the job. He doesn't want to sell something that might potentially kill a customer and come back on him.
Knowledge pays off.
Eddie can feel a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes focusing back on Billy.
Billy returns that smirk, his thumb brushing over the frayed edge of Eddie's vest. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth and he tilts his head to one side, considering the other man before him. The boldness isn't anything new but this? This situation is new and Billy doesn't really know what comes over him.
It's a damn scene that Billy looks as good as he does. A place like Hawkins is hardly graced with such sexiness. Billy also knows that he's attractive, that he's desired and wanted.
It's written in those mischievous eyes.
"Don't believe me?" It's an innocent but taunting question. His eyebrows raising in curiously.
"Oh, I believe you." Billy releases his lip, tongue flicking out over it and gaze travelling over Eddie once more. He grips the edge of Eddie's ripped vest sleeve between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently. Billy's not an idiot; he knows what he looks like even with his scars and he can tell that Eddie is thinking it too. California may not have been all Out and Proud but it was far less judgemental than Hawkins was and Billy was good at reading people.
Billy is fucking gorgeous. Is there really anyone in this lame town that doesn't believe so? They would have to be blind. Billy is also trouble, you can't not be with a body and face like that.
"You gonna find out?"
Eddie tilts his head slightly, eyes peering back at Billy with a hint of excitement.
"What? You don't like the teasing?" Billy knows exactly what he's doing and the exact kind of effect he has on people. He also knows that even Eddie isn't immune to it and he's fucking grateful for that.
Billy's hand moves from Eddie's shoulder to his hair, tugging on a curl before sliding onto his jaw. Closing the distance between them, Billy presses his smirk against Eddie's lips, nipping at his lower lip gently.
"I fucking love teasing", he corrects. It adds to the moment and makes the act all that more exciting. Especially when it's provided by someone like Billy, someone who's skilled and experienced.
Billy knows what he's doing and Eddie isn't going to stop him.
He holds back a soft moan at the tug of hair. That's one of his favorite things, makes him weak and rough. He returns the nip to Billy's lips, his tongue flicking out to glide along then as his own hand goes up to tangle in Billy's hair.
Yeah, he does. Eddie strikes Billy as the kinda guy who gets off on that sort of shit; and hey, that works for him. There’s always room for a quickie but sometimes it’s more fun to take your time, work up to it, trade kisses and touches before getting to the real nitty gritty. Something Billy hasn’t done it far too long because it was never save under Neil’s roof and he just didn’t have that kind of interest when it came to the couple of women he’d actually fucked in this town. Those were just for appearances.
But he had time now. Time to experiment and figure out just how freaky Eddie Munson was. He may not make any outward noise but Billy can tell the hair pulling does something to him just by his body’s reaction so he reaches up to tangle his hands in those brown curls and pulls gently, biting roughly at Eddie’s bottom lip. The hand in his own hair definitely works for him and he smirks into the next kiss, tugging Eddie closer and onto his lap.
Eddie Munson isn't much on being soft and that also applies to sex. That doesn't mean he won't be soft if he needs to be, some women he's slept with had preferred that but Billy isn't the soft type either.
Eddie is drawn to that, intrigued. Finally someone who could keep up.
He grins into that bite, his fingers tugging hard at those perfect locks while his body presses close. Now that he's pulled into Billy's lap, he can drag his hands down that gorgeous body that so many women would admire when Billy was a lifeguard.
Billy shivers at the hands on his chest. He knows what it must feel like beneath his shirt, scars bumped and ridged, sensitive to the touch even with fabric between them. No one has touched them that wasn’t himself or medical staff; not because he’s ashamed of them, he just hasn’t been laid in a while -recovery from death is fucking hard.
With one hand still tangled in Eddie’s hair and the other on his waist, Billy drops his head back onto the couch. “Better be gentle with me, Munson. I nearly died, in case you missed it.” He gives Eddie’s hair another tug before scratching his fingers over his scalp. “Not too gentle though.”
He wonders if Eddie will see through his words, take them as an out before he has to come face to face with the mess that his Billy Hargrove Post Starcourt. Sure, underneath he’s managed to build back a lot of the muscle, but there’s no smooth, toned abs to look at and hey, just because he isn’t ashamed doesn’t mean others won’t fucking despise it -and everything it’s a reminder of.
Eddie has no intentions of stopping once he's started unless told other wise. His fingers are careful as they glide along the ridged scars hidden behind fabric. He tilts his head slightly, pondering how sensitive those marks might be.
This time Eddie does allow a soft groan to leave his lips, why hold back now? Those nails against his scalp has him nearly growling with arousal.
"You gotta be vocal, Hargrove. Tell me what might be to sensitive or you don't want me to touch."
“You can touch whatever you want, just… easy in the middle.” That groan is the hottest thing and Billy leans back in to nip at Eddie’s pulse point, soothing the sting with his tongue before dropping his mouth lower, letting go of Eddie’s hair just enough to expose some of his shoulder. With the new pale skin on display, Billy sucks a hickey into the spot so low on his neck that his collar will hide it from view. With his face buried there, it’s easier to be honest, so he presses another kiss over the fresh bruise and sighs.
“Look, it ain’t fucking pretty under there.” He’s not self-conscious. He’s not. He’s just… adjusting to his new body. Sitting back just enough, Billy tugs his shirt over his head, baring all.
It's hard to form words that alone a full damn sentence with the way Billy is sucking and nipping at one of his weak spots. He isn't quick to reveal them, he prefers them being found and explored. He can feel a bruise being left behind and honestly it's the most sexiest thing ever. The way that Billy has decided to mark him.
Damn.
Eddie can pick up on Billy's vibe even though Billy doesn't want to admit it. He's worried about how Eddie might react to his body, might find the scars repulsive. Eddie doesn't in the slightest. Instead his eyes scan over the patterns, taking them all in.
Billy has been through hell and back. Eddie can understand being self conscious.
Billy makes a mental note of everyone of Eddie’s reactions to the way he marks him up and he isn’t scolded for it, something that makes heat pool in his belly, the idea what Eddie likes that Billy has marked him, claimed him, even if no one else will know about it.
And then Eddie is studying Billy and there’s no disgust, no pity -and he’s not sure which would be worse- and then Eddie is saying the most fucking Eddie Munson thing he could possibly say and Billy snorts a laugh and uses a hand in his hair to pull him into another kiss because what else can he do with this strange, nerdy, drug selling weirdo that just seems to fucking get him and hasn’t held it against him that he was a major douche before he died.
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Unlike Eddie's other customers, Billy isn't ashamed to be caught with town drug dealer -Max's opinion is the only one he cares about and that's just because he doesn't want to worry her any more than she's already worried about him- so he doesn't bother with any subtlety.
He's sure no one would be surprised if they discovered he was getting high in his spare time.
"Drink?"
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"Sure."
He's a man who never turns down a drink.
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“Make yourself comfortable, man.” He drops onto one end of the couch and sighs.
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"How long has this not sleeping thing been goin on?"
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The smell of chemicals and the ice cold chill of not being in control of his own mind. He doesn’t say any of that; and it’s only mostly because of the NDA he’d been forced to sign.
He does say, “I still hear the screams.”
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Hawkins was a town of horror and monsters.
"Hopefully the drugs will silence that, man."
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“And it’s your turn to make sure I don’t die.” He takes a sip of his drink. “What’ve you got for me?”
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Little does he know.
He reaches into his jacket to pull out a small baggy, tossing it on the table in front of them. Inside contains a few small pills.
"I advise taking them when you're ready to sleep or you just need some silence. Should get the job done."
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"What do I owe you?"
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Good enough to hopefully provide the peace Billy needs.
"On the house. You did save my fucking ass last night."
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"Y'know, you're alright for a freak, Munson. I kinda like having you around. And not just for the drugs." Billy gives Eddie a once over, looking him up and down over the rim of his glass.
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Knowledge pays off.
Eddie can feel a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes focusing back on Billy.
"We freaks know how to please."
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"Really now?"
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It's written in those mischievous eyes.
"Don't believe me?" It's an innocent but taunting question. His eyebrows raising in curiously.
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And maybe the risk was worth it.
"I'm just wondering how that goes."
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"You gonna find out?"
Eddie tilts his head slightly, eyes peering back at Billy with a hint of excitement.
"Or do you get off by teasing?"
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Billy's hand moves from Eddie's shoulder to his hair, tugging on a curl before sliding onto his jaw. Closing the distance between them, Billy presses his smirk against Eddie's lips, nipping at his lower lip gently.
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Billy knows what he's doing and Eddie isn't going to stop him.
He holds back a soft moan at the tug of hair. That's one of his favorite things, makes him weak and rough. He returns the nip to Billy's lips, his tongue flicking out to glide along then as his own hand goes up to tangle in Billy's hair.
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But he had time now. Time to experiment and figure out just how freaky Eddie Munson was. He may not make any outward noise but Billy can tell the hair pulling does something to him just by his body’s reaction so he reaches up to tangle his hands in those brown curls and pulls gently, biting roughly at Eddie’s bottom lip. The hand in his own hair definitely works for him and he smirks into the next kiss, tugging Eddie closer and onto his lap.
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Eddie is drawn to that, intrigued. Finally someone who could keep up.
He grins into that bite, his fingers tugging hard at those perfect locks while his body presses close. Now that he's pulled into Billy's lap, he can drag his hands down that gorgeous body that so many women would admire when Billy was a lifeguard.
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With one hand still tangled in Eddie’s hair and the other on his waist, Billy drops his head back onto the couch. “Better be gentle with me, Munson. I nearly died, in case you missed it.” He gives Eddie’s hair another tug before scratching his fingers over his scalp. “Not too gentle though.”
He wonders if Eddie will see through his words, take them as an out before he has to come face to face with the mess that his Billy Hargrove Post Starcourt. Sure, underneath he’s managed to build back a lot of the muscle, but there’s no smooth, toned abs to look at and hey, just because he isn’t ashamed doesn’t mean others won’t fucking despise it -
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This time Eddie does allow a soft groan to leave his lips, why hold back now? Those nails against his scalp has him nearly growling with arousal.
"You gotta be vocal, Hargrove. Tell me what might be to sensitive or you don't want me to touch."
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“Look, it ain’t fucking pretty under there.” He’s not self-conscious. He’s not. He’s just… adjusting to his new body. Sitting back just enough, Billy tugs his shirt over his head, baring all.
Alright, maybe he’s a little self conscious.
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Damn.
Eddie can pick up on Billy's vibe even though Billy doesn't want to admit it. He's worried about how Eddie might react to his body, might find the scars repulsive. Eddie doesn't in the slightest. Instead his eyes scan over the patterns, taking them all in.
Billy has been through hell and back. Eddie can understand being self conscious.
"You know scars are metal as hell."
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And then Eddie is studying Billy and there’s no disgust, no pity -and he’s not sure which would be worse- and then Eddie is saying the most fucking Eddie Munson thing he could possibly say and Billy snorts a laugh and uses a hand in his hair to pull him into another kiss because what else can he do with this strange, nerdy, drug selling weirdo that just seems to fucking get him and hasn’t held it against him that he was a major douche before he died.
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