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soaps-mohawk · 5 months ago

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 26: Fuck

Summary: You're going insane. The need is insatiable, but that's not the only thing plaguing you.

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 6,261

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, bodily fluids, gagging, creampie, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, a sprinkle of angst, fluff, obviously language, someone drops the L word, Simon rizzin' with the 'tism

A/N: You might be asking, am I really naming the chapter that? Yeah. I've been half asleep these last couple days (including while writing most of this) due to my change of meds so if this is ass, blame it on my medication lol. Anyway, yeah, you'll see with this one.

I'd also like to give very special thanks to @141wh0re who helped me with the Johnny scene I owe you big time, princess 🫶

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Hands squeeze your ass cheeks, pushing them apart to reveal your soaked pussy. You let out a quiet moan as the cool air in the room hits your damp slit. Another, louder moan leaves your lips as a thumb drags through your folds. Your pussy clenches at the sensation, slick oozing out of you in anticipation. Fingers rub it through your folds, teasing over your clit before pulling back.

You let out a whine of indignation and disappointment, pressing your hips back as you chase after the touch needily.

“Easy, you needy little pup.” You jump at the harsh slap against your cheek in retaliation. “I'll give you what you need.”

You whine, face pressed into the sheets as John kneels behind you. His warm breath across your damp folds is a delicious contrast to the cool air in the room. It has you whining and twitching, fingers sinking into the soft fabric under you.

Your legs nearly give out at the first drag of his tongue through your folds. You moan softly, pressing back against his mouth. His hands press against your ass, keeping you still as he drags his tongue through your folds again. His beard tickles your thighs, prickling deliciously against the sensitive skin. You'll have beard burn by the end of this, but you can hardly complain.

You never do.

His thumbs part your folds again, spreading you open as his lips close around your clit. A long moan falls from your lips as he sucks on the sensitive bud. You're close to cumming already, your pussy sensitive after the last few days of near nonstop fucking with the members of your pack.

“Fuck!” You moan against the sheets as John gives your clit a particularly hard suck.

“Sensitive little thing.” He murmurs against your clit, his tongue flicking against the bud.

You whine, legs starting to tremble as they fight to hold you up against the pleasure from John's mouth. He continues his relentless ministrations against your clit, rotating between suckling it and flicking it with his tongue.

Your moans get more and more needy as you get closer and closer to the edge, John pushing you harder against the mattress so you don’t fall as your legs nearly give out.

You cum with a cry, legs shaking as he holds you up, licking up every last drop from your pussy.

He stands from between your legs, delivering another light slap to your ass. “On the bed.”

You pull yourself up fully on the mattress, turning to face him with a smirk. “How do you want me, daddy?”

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he stares down at you, his gaze darkening. He nods towards the pillow, his voice deep and rough. “On your back.”

You shift so you're laying on the bed, sinking into the pillow. He strips off his shirt and pants, hard cock springing free. You nearly drool at the sight of it, hard and weeping. He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping from his weight. He settles himself between your knees, pushing them apart so you're spread open before him. He stares down at your weeping pussy, licking his lips.

“So fucking needy.” He groans, pressing two fingers into you. You mewl at the stretch, pussy fluttering around his fingers. “So worked up over the littlest things. You'd cum just like this on my fingers, couldn't you?”

You clench around his fingers, your hips pressing closer to his hand. You could, even if he held them still. Your body feels like it's on fire, desire and lust and pleasure coursing through you. His scent has gone straight to your head, driving the neediness and desperation for some relief, something to take the edge off the intense throbbing in your pussy.

“Need you, alpha.” You whine, continuing to fuck yourself on his fingers.

He holds his hand there for a few moments, watching your slick coat his fingers before he pulls them free, spreading your legs further apart. You lift yourself up on your elbows as you watch him press forward, dragging his cock through your folds. Your lips part, quiet gasps slipping free as his head catches on your clit, smearing his precum through your folds.

You flop back against the pillow again as he presses into you, splitting you open around his cock. He's so big, so warm as he takes his time, working himself into you. You moan at the stretch, pressing your legs further open around him, as if that will help him sink in deeper.

You can't do anything but lay there and moan as he pushes into you to the hilt, hips flush against yours as he bends over you, his hands framing your face. You stare up at him, meeting his gaze as he sits there inside you for a moment. Your pussy flutters around him, the intensity of his stare shooting straight through you.

He lets out a quiet grunt as you squeeze around him, pulling his hips back before slowly pressing back in. You’re nearly hypnotized as you stare up at him, as he continues to move, fucking you slowly. Your breath hitches at the intensity, the passion building in the moment.

He shifts his position, pressing his body down against yours. He grinds against you as he picks up the pace, his hand cupping the back of your head as he presses his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss with every pass of his pelvis over your clit, your arms lifting to wrap around his back, pressing him as close to you as you can. He pulls back from your mouth, his lips parting in a groan as you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to take him deeper than he already is. It's all very sensual, the way he moves against you, his eyes locked on yours, the quiet grunts leaving his lips, the twitch of his cock inside you.

It’s too much as you cum suddenly, your orgasm slamming into you like a battering ram. You squeeze around him, legs tightening around his hips. He lets out a low groan, his pace faltering a bit as you squeeze around him like a vice. It doesn't stop him, though, his thrusts continuing even after your body has gone lax around him. You continue to cling to him, holding on for dear life as he fucks you to the point of overstimulation.

You whine, nails digging into his back as the sensations become too much, squirming in his grasp.

“You can take it.” He grunts, shifting his hips just slightly. “Come on, be a good girl for me.”

You whine at his words, your body shaking as sweat drips down your face. “Yes, daddy.”

He lets out a deep growl, his hips slamming against yours at the pet name. You’re not quite sure where it came from, why you’ve decided now is the time to pull it from the recesses of your mind. You remember when he jokingly told you, you could call him that if you wanted before your last heat, but you had yet to be brave enough to let it slip from your lips.

Until now.

Maybe it was the desperation, the neediness driving you to sink to places you’ve never gone before. He likes it, you can tell by the growls rumbling in his chest, the way his cock throbbed inside you when you let the name spill out. Maybe once the ache in your pussy subsides, when this relentless itch has finally been scratched, you’ll be brave enough to say it again.

He finally cums, hips snapping into yours as he spills into you with a deep groan. His hips twitch against you as you continue to hold him there, letting him fill you.

He nearly collapses over you, just managing to keep his full weight off of you. His skin is hot against yours, only adding to the sweat slicking your bodies. You’re worried he might suction to you, though you could hardly complain. You’d suction yourself to your alpha permanently if you could. You stroke his sweaty back, both of you laying in silence as you catch your breaths, letting the pleasure of the moment linger as long as possible. Your pussy flutters around him, pushing some of his seed out around his cock.

“Fuck.” He groans, his lips brushing your ear. “Making my cock hurt, sweetheart.”

You hum, drawing patterns on his back. “You don't have to do it, you know. I can always go to one of the others.”

He lets out a low growl, pressing down so his weight is almost fully against you, trapping you under him. “You're mine to take care of.” He rumbles in your ear, lips brushing the shell.

You let out a quiet whine, relaxing under him as he presses soft kisses to your skin. A shiver running through you as he kisses his mark on your neck. You arch your back slightly, pressing closer to his chest.

“Easy, pup.” He says, shifting off of you. You whine as his cock slips from your pussy, your walls fluttering at the loss. “You need to rest.”

You pout as he rolls you onto your side, locking his arms around you to keep you still. Your pout shifts into a smirk as you press your ass back against him, putting pressure on his cock.

“Stop.” He commands, releasing you to slap the side of your thigh.

You yelp at the contact, but a smile pulls at your lips. “Yes, daddy.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he wraps his arms around you again, keeping you pinned against his chest. “What prompted this change?” He growls in your ear.

You shrug, your hands coming up to wrap around his arms. “Mood felt right, I guess.”

“I’m certainly not complaining.” He says, nipping at your ear.

You whine, pressing your ass back against him again. He pushes back, pressing your legs further forward.

“You need to sleep.” He says, the warning in his tone clear as day.

“Can’t.” You whine, slickness already coating your thighs again.

He slips a hand down your front, pushing it between your legs to feel how wet you are still. “Did you tell Dr. Keller about this?” He asks.

You nod, spreading your legs as he pushes two fingers into you. “Yeah.”

“And what did she say?” He asks, holding his fingers still inside you.

You pause for a moment, your hazy brain trying to remember that conversation, but all you can remember is how insanely horny you’ve been these last few days. “I don’t remember.”

He grunts in disapproval, your legs closing around his hand, trapping him there. “I’ll ask her about it tomorrow.” He breathes, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Get some rest, for me. I know you’re tired.”

You let out a quiet whine at the growl under his voice, his alpha slipping out to try and convince you to sleep without commanding it. You know he could, he probably should, as you shift on his fingers, moaning softly as they press up against your sensitive walls.

This is going to be a long night.

He feels like this is becoming a regular occurrence, sitting across from Dr. Keller, voicing his concerns about his omega. She always looks so sympathetic and understanding, always so attentive, listening to every word. He never had any doubts about your doctor, but the more time he spends in her office, he can see why you like her so much.

“Pseudo-heat.” She says, after listening to him ramble on about your intense desire and neediness, the insane level of horniness that’s plagued you these last few days, ever since your first time with Simon. “I had my concerns after our last appointment together. She brought it up, but she was so out of it, here but not here.” A smile tugs at her lips. “I’m not sure she heard a word I said.”

“I don’t think she did.” John says, leaning back in his seat. “Is this dangerous?”

Dr. Keller shakes her head. “Not entirely. They can happen for many reasons, usually a hormone imbalance, a disruption in pack dynamics, or a rejection of an alpha. Occasionally, though, they can be brought on by a new bond with a second alpha.”

John grunts quietly, the pieces beginning to come together. “This started after she slept with Simon the first time.”

Dr. Keller nods. Obviously you would have brought that up to her. “They both have very intense instincts, and while Lieutenant Riley might not have claimed her, that bond is equally as intense as it settles into place.”

“Is there a way to stop the intense...neediness? I’m worried she might fuck herself to death.”

Dr. Keller chuckles. “She won’t. She’s young and healthy and while it might take a physical toll, the rest of you are more likely to suffer before she does. This is where toys come in handy for omegas. I don’t doubt the rest of you are beginning to feel it.”

John grunts. “You could say that.”

“Keep her hydrated, try to get her to rest if you can. It’ll pass in a few days.”

“Will this have an effect on her actual heat?” John asks. He knows you’re due for one very soon.

“It shouldn’t.” Dr. Keller says, looking at her calendar. “The only thing I’d worry about is if she’ll have enough time to physically recover before it starts. Otherwise she’s going to be in for a world of hurt when she comes out the other side. Of course, I can help with that once she gets there. It’s very likely her preheat may cause this all to stop. I doubt she’d get thrown into her heat without her body doing any preparation. Just keep a close eye on her, watch her temperature and any other typical physical signs of her heat.”

John nods. He knows how dangerous it would be if you suddenly went into heat. He’d never dream of hurting Simon on purpose, but the thought of losing his mind and attacking his second alpha over their omega has him terrified.

“Simon?” You ask, rolling over in his bed as he picks up the towel from the floor.

“Hm?” He hums, walking into the bathroom to hang the towel over the shower door.

“Can I ask you something?” You continue as he comes back out of the bathroom with a damp rag, parting your legs to wipe you clean. You wince at the roughness of the rag on your sensitive skin.

“Depends.” He says, going back into the bathroom. You hear running water for a few seconds before he comes back out.

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to.” You say, scooting over to give him room as he slides under the covers with you. “Just curious.”

“Go ahead.” He says, tucking his sheets around the two of you.

“How did you learn to do that?” You ask, pressing yourself against his chest, your cheeks warming a bit. “Make a girl squirt?”

He hums again, the sound vibrating against your ear. “One of the few relationships I've been in, back when I was a recruit. Dated a beta. She was into it and taught me how to do it.”

“Why did you break up?” You ask, immediately regretting the question. You know how closed off he is, how tightly he keeps his past sealed. That you know as much as you do about him is a privilege.

“Mutual decision.” He says. “Got busy, started going on longer and longer deployments as I moved up the ranks. She didn't like me being away for so long at a time, so we moved on with our lives. Never really had time for another relationship or wanted one until I joined this pack. Even then, at first I wasn't interested.”

“But Johnny wormed his way into your heart.” You say. You've heard the story from Johnny before.

Simon huffs out a laugh. “Persistent bastard.” He squeezes you tightly. “Almost worse than you.”

You giggle, squirming in his grasp as he tickles your sides. “Hey! I wasn't even trying!”

He rolls over onto his back, shifting you onto his chest. “Still.” He says, cupping your face. “Managed to win me over in the end.”

“I'm glad I did.” You say, looking into his eyes. “I'm glad you finally gave in.”

He smirks under the mask, you can tell by the way his mouth moves beneath the fabric. “Me too.” He releases your face, letting you rest on his chest. “Don’t tell Johnny.”

Your nails drag over the top of his muscular thighs, feeling the soft skin mingling with faded scars and wiry hair. Johnny stares at you over the edge of his sketchpad, his dark eyes watching your every move like a hawk.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, fighting to contain the eager grin that bares your teeth to him, showing your excitement at being face to face with his cock. Your nails dare to venture closer to his base, teasing the skin of his pelvis now as you lower your head to place a kiss on his weeping tip.

Johnny’s breath hitches, his eyes falling shut at the initial contact. A shudder runs through him, his grip on the sketch pad tightening, fingers curling around the edges.

“Thought you were supposed to be drawing.” You say, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Christ almighty...” He breathes, staring at you for a moment longer before turning his gaze to the sketchpad.

You don’t move until you hear the scratch of his pencil on the paper, lowering your head as you hold his length in place. Johnny bites his lip, a strangled moan choking in his throat as your tongue trails a line from his sack, up the length of his shaft until you reach the sensitive head. You close your mouth around the tip, meeting his gaze as the sound of the pencil pauses.

You pull away from him, meeting his gaze as he stares at you. A smile tugs at your lips, your hand holding his cock in place as he fights the urge to throw the sketch pad off the bed. He’s struggling to stay focused, fighting the urge to succumb to the pleasure of your touch.

You don’t move until he looks back at the pad, the scratch of the pencil starting once more. You return your attention to his cock, flicking your tongue over his slit, tasting the salty precum pooling at the tip. Johnny’s nostrils flare as he exhales deeply, shaking his head just slightly as if he’s trying to shake off the distraction you’re proving to be.

Your other hand moves to gently cup his balls, massaging and rolling the soft spheres in your hold. Johnny finally reacts, letting a breathless moan escape him in a moment of lost concentration, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Christ, bonnie,” He exhales.

Your thighs clench together, still slick from when you sat on his face earlier, pussy still pulsing despite the three orgasms he gave you. Your arousal threatens to leave a damp spot on the bed, a lasting reminder of the events of this evening.

You finally take him into your mouth, shifting just slightly as you sink down on his length. Another groan leaves his lips, the pencil stalling for a moment as you flatten your tongue against his shaft, taking as much as you can into your mouth. You fight the urge to gag around him, pulling back until just his tip is in your mouth. You swallow the build up of saliva in your mouth, tinted with the flavor of his precum.

You continue your ministrations as he continues drawing, bobbing in a slow, steady rhythm as your free hand cups his balls. His legs clench around you, muscles flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing as he fights to keep control over himself. Drool pools at the edges of your lips, dribbling down his length and collecting at the hand still wrapped around his base.

You take a breath through your nose before easing further down until his tip hits the back of your throat. You gag around him, tears reflexively rimming your waterline. Johnny's hips twitch as he fights the urge to buck up into you, knuckles going white around the edge of the sketchpad.

You hold that position for a moment, breathing through your nose before relaxing your throat, taking him as far as you can. Johnny groans, peering over the edge of the sketchpad, meeting your gaze as your lips nearly press against the hand holding his base. He stares at you for a moment before going back to his sketch, pretending to pay you no mind as his legs relax around you.

You accept the silent challenge, speeding up your movements as you bob on him, your tongue flicking the underside of his crown. Your hands leave his cock, settling on his thighs as you take him as deep as you can with each movement of your head, nails biting into the sensitive skin.

“Fuck....” He groans, muscles tensing under you again, and you would have smiled had it not been for the cock currently stuffed in your mouth.

Your lips are starting to sting from being stretched around his girth as you take him deep into your throat, gagging around him. He echoes with his own groan from the way your throat constricts around him. The hand holding the sketch pad is shaking slightly, his breaths quiet gasps as he tries to hold in his pleasure.

You ease yourself back up his cock, your tongue tracing the tick vein on the underside of his shaft. You flick the tip of your tongue along the underside of his crown, nearly pulling a whine from his lips. The pathetic sound drives you to continue the motion, flicking your tongue back and forth as your hand shifts to stroke his length. His cock is raging red, twitching in your grasp as you drag your tongue along his weeping slit again.

“Fuck...” He hisses, his hips twitching again.

He’s not holding back anymore, needy moans falling from his lips, his pencil continuing to falter as you tease his head. His hips jerk, trying to push his cock against your face, smearing precum on your lips.

“Gonna cum?” You ask, taking hold of his cock again as you lazily trailing your tongue over the veins lining the throbbing appendage.

He groans, fingers nearly denting the sketch pad as he grips it for dear life. “Fuckin’...yes!”

You take him into your mouth again, sinking down as far as you can, your nose nearly touching the hand holding his cock. He twitches in your mouth, his stomach flexing as you gag again, squeezing your eyes shut to fight the reflex. More drool drips onto his pelvis, soaking the dark hair that lines his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He drops his pencil, his hand shooting to hold the back of your head as he cums in your mouth. You take what he gives you, swallowing around him as he twitches against your tongue. “Screamin’ Jesus.” He moans, tugging on your hair to lift you off his cock. “Gonnae kill me. Fuckin’ got my boabie aching.”

You lick your lips, getting every last drop of precum and drool left. Johnny groans as he releases your hair, his hand reaching for his pencil where he’d dropped it off to his side. He’s not wrong in complaining about his cock hurting. Even you’re beginning to feel the last few days, the ache lingering longer and longer after every fuck, every orgasm.

You crawl your way up Johnny’s body, flopping yourself on his chest. He grunts quietly as your weight falls rather ungracefully on him. You lay there, catching your breath, the salty tang of his cum on your tongue. He’s breathing heavily too, sweat slicking his skin where it’s pressed against yours.

“Insatiable little kitten.” He grumbles, resting his sketchpad on your back as he returns to drawing.

“Can't help it.” You murmur, your head resting on his shoulder. “Feel like I'm going insane.”

“Yer just releasin’ pent up energy.” Johnny says.

You shift slightly against his chest, shocked he can have such coherent thoughts after an orgasm. “Huh?”

“You and Simon have been dancin’ around each other fer months now. Ye have a lot of pent up energy between you, and ye need to let it out. He's been just as insatiable.” Johnny explains.

A frown pulls at your brows as you think it over. It makes sense, that the two of you would have a lot of pent up energy, paired with your heightened instincts, you just want to fuck each other senseless until that energy disperses.

“Makes sense.” You murmur, nuzzling against Johnny's shoulder, relaxing in his soothing scent and the sound of the pencil on paper.

He hums, the sound vibrating through you. He presses his nose into your hair for a moment, breathing you in. His lips brush your forehead, pressing soft kisses along your hairline. “So fuckin’ sweet.” He groans. “Fuckin’ love you.”

His words wipe all urge to sleep from your mind, suddenly wide awake. You tense just slightly, waiting for him to realize what he said, to change his mind and backtrack.

You've said it, confessed your feelings to John and he had said it back with no hesitation, but had he only said it because you said it first? He hasn't said it since then, but neither have you.

You take in a shaky breath, planting your hand against his chest to ground yourself. You'll never know until you ask. It's Johnny, you can trust him, ask him anything and trust he'll be honest with you. “You mean it?” the words are small, quiet on the off chance he won't hear and you can backtrack yourself.

“Course.” He says, his lips brushing your forehead. “We all do. Hard not to love our sweet omega.”

You hum quietly, shocked by the words. “Well, that’s good.” You say, swallowing the nervous lump forming in your throat. “Because I love you too.”

He turns to look at you, a grin pulling at his lips. He sets his sketchpad against your back, wrapping his arms around you. He presses his lips to yours, tangling a hand in his hair again. The kiss leaves you breathless, so much emotion and passion poured into it. He licks into your mouth, stirring the warmth in your stomach again.

He groans against your lips, feeling the slick of your thighs as you start to slip off his chest to his side. “Not again.” He whines, pulling away from your lips.

“I’m fine.” You say, trying to force away the insatiable warmth in your stomach. “Can I see what you were drawing?”

“‘Course.” He says, shifting the sketch pad to his right hand so you can see.

It’s a drawing of you, eyes looking forward with his cock halfway into your mouth, lips spread around him. Your hand is holding his base, fingers delicately wrapped around the thick shaft. You lick your lips, suddenly finding it hard to stop the slick wetting your thighs again.

“If you ever get tired of the military, you could be a professional artist.” You say, staring at the detail in the drawing that he managed despite the fact you were attempting to suck the soul out of him.

He chuckles. “Yer not the first one to say that.”

“‘M serious.” You say, as the exhaustion from the day starts to weigh heavy on your brain.

“Thank ye.” He says, kissing your forehead. “Get some rest, kitten.” He says, moving the sketchpad back so it’s resting on your side as he goes back to drawing.

You can't help it as your eyes begin to slip closed, lulled to sleep by his warmth and the sounds of him sketching.

It's the first time in days you've woken up without your pussy throbbing in need. Your half asleep brain can't comprehend what it means as you press a hand between your legs, finding only the dried fluids from the night stuck to your thighs. You blink awareness back into your mind, laying there with your hand between your legs.

Kyle groans behind you, his arm tight around your waist. “Not again.”

You're finally awake enough to digest what the dryness between your legs means and you push yourself up to sit. “I'm not horny.”

Kyle shifts slightly behind you, still half asleep. “Hmm?”

“I'm not horny.” You repeat yourself, withdrawing your hand from between your legs.

Kyle pushes himself up to sit, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He slips his own hand between your legs, running his fingers over your folds. Despite how nice it feels, you don't feel the urge to grind against them, to take his wrist and hold his hand still as you fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Damn.” He says, withdrawing his hand. “Looks like we finally fucked it out of you.” He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Fucking glad, my cock is starting to hurt.”

You huff out a breath. “You old men and your sore cocks.”

“Hey!” He tries to grab for you, but you're faster, slipping out of arm's length as you grab your panties from the floor. “‘M not that old.”

“Well, you're certainly acting like it.” You say, sticking your tongue out at him.

He jumps off the bed, wrapping his arms around you before you can reach the door, lifting you off your feet. His fingers dig into your sides, tickling you. You shriek out a laugh, wiggling to try and escape his relentless tickling.

“Okay, okay!” You gasp out. “You’re not old.”

“Thank you.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he sets you back on your feet. “We've spent way too much time fucking this week for you to call me old.” He delivers a slap to your ass before pulling away.

He grabs clothes to change into and you steal one of his shirts, pulling it on before walking down to your room. You pause in front of your door, your eyes drawing to the gap between the door and the frame. Your heart rate picks up as you stand there, panic making your fingers shake. You closed it. You distinctly remember closing it, hearing it click before you slipped into Kyle's room.

You peek around the hallway, trying to keep your breathing even. Johnny's door is open across the hall, but he's not inside. Kyle has gone to the bathroom, and both Simon’s and John's doors are closed. You have half a mind to run for John's office, or to knock on the doors, something.

What if they're not in there, though? No one will hear you if something happens, or be able to get to you in time.

But what is the likelihood of anyone managing to get in without anyone noticing, even if none of them are in the hallway? Kyle had just left and would have noticed. There would be a smell, a bad vibe, something. Simon would have noticed immediately if he’s left his room already. Johnny would have noticed. Someone would know.

Your fingers shake as they wrap around the knob. You can scream. Scream and they'll make it in record time. For all you know, maybe you didn't close your door. Or maybe one of them had come looking for you and forgot to close it.

Yeah.

That's probably it.

You take a deep breath in, closing your hand around the knob tightly before throwing the door open. You take half a step back in shock, your startled shriek reducing to a squeak in your throat as a familiar dark figure turns to you.

“Simon!” You gasp, putting a hand on your chest. “You scared the shit out of me!” You look between him and your closet, and the many clothes draped over your bed and your desk chair, and even the bear. “What are you doing?”

“Your closet is a mess.” He says, hanging the shirt in his hands. “You're living in a pigsty.”

You pout, looking around at your dirty clothes on the floor. “It's not a pigsty.”

He gives you a glance out of the corner of his eye as he hangs the shirt in your closet.

You step into your room, calming the uneasy panic. It's just Simon who entered your room. Simon who felt the need to reorganize your clothes. “Simon?”

He hums, hanging things back in your closet.

“Where's my laundry basket?” You ask, noticing the empty space against the wall.

“Started a load for you.” He says, grabbing more from the stack on your desk chair.

You look over at your desk, your eyes scanning your books. “Did...did you reorganize my books too?”

He nods. “Alphabetically by author's last name in each genre.”

You nod slowly, turning away from your desk. “Right. How long have you been up?”

Simon shrugs. “Couple hours.”

“Uh huh.” You nod, moving to your dresser to dig out clean clothes for the day.

Simon lets out a long breath as you dig for a shirt, drawing your gaze up to him. He shakes his head, eyes focused on your mess.

“It's not that bad!” You say defensively, pushing the drawer closed.

“How do you find anything?” He says, staring down at you disappointedly.

“Like I just did. I know which shirt is which.” You say, crossing your arms.

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he turns back to your closet. “Fucking hell.”

You can’t hide your smile as you head for your bathroom, getting ready for the day.

Your stomach starts to growl as you’re brushing your teeth, the hunger gnawing almost painfully. You frown, rubbing at your stomach as you rinse your mouth. You’d had a snack last night before creeping into Kyle’s room. Maybe the exertion of the last week is catching up to you.

You exit the bathroom, finding your clothes put away in your closet and Simon missing with the dirty clothes on the floor. You’re not usually that messy, but with the last week having gone the way it did, cleaning was the last thing on your mind. You grab a pair of shoes before stepping out into the hallway, still rubbing your stomach.

“Hungry?” John asks, coming down the hallway.

You nod, your stomach growling again. “Yeah.”

“Come on.” He puts a hand on your back, steering you out of the barracks.

You’re still a bit on edge from your panic earlier, your body shifting towards John’s as you pass by groups of soldiers. He wraps an arm around you, keeping you glued to his side as you make your way into the mess.

He makes your tray for you, plating up your favorites before carrying it to the table. You’re the first ones there, the other three still missing. You don’t care, digging into your tray immediately to try and ease the ache in your stomach. It’s like you’ve traded now, the ache in your pussy for the ache in your stomach.

You're halfway done with your tray by the time the others take their seats, not even pausing shoveling food in your mouth to acknowledge their presence.

“Slow down, love. Food’s not going anywhere.” Kyle says, patting your back gently.

“Hungry.” Is all you say around bites of sausage.

“How much of a workout did ye put her through last night?” Johnny asks Kyle.

Kyle smirks, glancing down at you before looking at Johnny. “Apparently a good one.”

The dig into their own trays, eating slowly as you continue to inhale your food until there’s nothing left. The scrape of your spoon against the tray has you pouting, your stomach still rumbling. You’re half tempted to lick the tray to get up every last bit of food off of it.

“What?” Simon asks, looking at you as you pout.

“Still hungry.” You say, pushing your empty tray away from you, resting your elbows on the table and your head in your hands.

They all share a look, pausing in their own eating. You feel like crying, the gnawing in your stomach relentless and uncomfortable.

“Love...” Kyle says, his tone hesitant, like he’s about to deliver horrible news.

It will be horrible news. The pieces are beginning to come together now. Waking up not horny after nearly a week of being horny, the insatiable hunger, your pouty attitude.

You lift your head from your hands, your arms dropping onto the table. You don’t look at them, already knowing what you’d see if you did. They’ve put it together faster than you have, your stomach swirling with emotions. You’ve lost track of time, not even thinking about how much time has passed, how the weeks have flown by. Dr. Keller had mentioned it briefly, but you had been in too much of a horny daze to really comprehend it.

There’s a pit in your stomach, the panic from earlier starting to bubble up again, but this time for a different reason. You feel like crawling under the table and curling up in a ball, that, or stealing Johnny’s tray to finish off the eggs he’s not eating nearly fast enough. You take in a deep breath, trying to steady the sudden onslaught of overwhelming emotions

“Fuck.”

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Mad Sounds - E.M.

Summary: Eddie has ADHD and reader has a touch of the 'tism. Her ways of helping Eddie are... questionable... but effective.

Warnings: Ya'll already know this some horny shit. Minors fuck off. Surprisingly angsty.

A/N: I rise briefly from the dark with some cool rocks as an offering to my faithful followers. I sprinkle some moss at their feet and grunt randomly before shuffling back into my caverns of dwelling to recover from the minute amount of energy that I exerted. Unfortunately, this little goblin has metaphoric asthma and got out of breath from the short journey.

As Eddie's self appointed tutor, there was plenty of frustration. He wasn't stupid. That you reminded him constantly. "There is a difference between doing something stupid and being stupid," you have sighed heavily at him countless times.

He resisted it at first. It nearly ruined your friendship a few times, but you could see it. It wasn't like he didn't just not want to do the work. But he'd forget his textbooks or his homework in his locker.

You spent twice a week helping him organize his locker so he could spend less time during the school day retrieving his books. You'd gone as far as to pester the principal into switching your locker with Shelby Phillips so you could have the locker right next to his. (Eddie accused you of going to far with this, but the morning snacks you insisted on bringing him when he was still blinking sleep from his eyes seemed to make up for.)

Your methodology may be unconventional, but it proved effected after the first week when Eddie brought home two C's and a D+ on the end of the weeks' tests.

So he begrudgingly allowed you to continue to forcefully tutor him. And then two weeks in he started ditching. Unfortunately, Eddie for got your ridiculous stubborn streak. He hadn't seen the full potential of how painfully unyielding your resolve could be when the right scenario emerged.

"Nah, can't make it tonight, gotta do band practice." "Sorry, we're playing a gig." "Can't Hellfire's tonight." "No way, I need a night off."

Each day, frustration bled more and more into your week until Friday rolled up and Eddie had a big, fat 'F' smacked down on his desk in O'Donnell's class and he blew you off again. "Whatever," he scoffed as he dumped his books into his locker.

"You skipped every chance to study this week, Eddie," your tell him with a hard edge to your voice. It's a mix of frustration, hurt and genuine anger.

He shoots you an irritated look, slams his locker shut and leans into your face. You can smell him, almost like wet dog, in your face. The reek of cigarettes familiar and clinging to the shirt that should get washed soon. You think he wore it to bed because the scent curls around you - deep and musky and natural. Not like how boys smelled when they worked out and sweat. Somehow it doesn't smell bad.

You shift closer and from the right angle it might look romantic. But your eyes are burning into his with steel resistance. You aren't crumbling over the fact that he is way closer than comfortable. You aren't wavering under his intensity.

(Not that he'd ever tell you but it drove him crazy. Normally, people would shrink and squirm away under the right pressure. It usually brought him amusement that people feared him. That he could creep up their spines and over their skin. He preened at the idea that he left stick residue. He felt like poison, ruining everything he touched but it gave him space to do as he pleased. Until you. It was like you never even noticed that he was too close or touching you. He grabbed your thigh once, digging his finger tips in around the top of your knee, just to see you even smack his hand off of you... and you'd reacted as if he'd simply nudged you to get your attention.)

If you wanted to get to the other side of the mountain, you were going to go directly there. You were always dead set on yielding the mountain to you. You would drive through the mountain, and Eddie was insisting on flowing down stream instead of listening to you!

"What am I even supposed to do!" He snarls lowly at your furrowed brow and set jaw. You either never even looked at him, or burned through him with an intensity that nearly buckled his resolve. This time, you weren't even blinking. It was eerie how slow you were breathing. Deep and even. "Study every moment of everyday?"

"I'm not asking that of you!" You snap back. "I'm just asking for you to work with me! It's not just gonna fall in your lap! I'm trying to help!"

"I didn't ask for it." He states and feels like he's bashing his head into the wall. His hand rises into his hair line and he gives it a tug. "I'm done," he ends after a beat of silence when you said nothing. He turns and heads

"After school were cleaning your locker!"

"Done! D-O-N-E! Done!" He wanders off.

.....

Half an hour after school ended, you heaved a sigh and dropped you back pack down beside his locker. It was shut. He was no where in sight. You waited and then finally check the parking lot. His van was gone.

You could do better, you think. There's got to be some way, you think as you step up to the locker. 15-84-04. His locker swings open with a low whine. It was fine, you tell yourself when you question the morality behind breaking into his locker.

It's not like you were doing it to steal. Just to help your friend. You weren't hurting anything. It's a mess. Papers are crumbled and folded beneath textbooks. There's graffiti at the back of it.

You shuffle through it. Pluck out the half destroyed text books in a pile at the bottom of his locker and set them to the side. Papers are torn. There's mystery stains on some of his old papers from the beginning of the week. Uncompleted assignments, rubrics handed out for projects, crumpled notebooks.

He took nothing home for the weekend. A wave of shared defeat fills you. He gave up. You'd been there, crushed beneath its weight when you hadn't made many friends. People thought you were being mean when you were just being direct. You wanted to make friends, but you just never knew what to say.

It's why you wanted to help Eddie so much. Because he didn't care that you were the 'mean' valedictorian that only cared about grades. He was your friend. And you wanted to help him in any way possible.

You were nervous the whole way up until Wayne opened the door to the trailer. You blink up at him with the stack of text books in you arms. A bag of oranges on top. Wayne frowns in confusion.

"I think you have the wrong place, sweetheart." He called you by the same thing Eddie usually did, in the same way. It gave a warm stir to your chest.

With a deep breath, you begin, "Is Eddie home?" His eyebrows shoot up high on his face.

"Yeah, he is."

"He had a tough day and I'm his tutor. I wanted to bring by his homework for this weekend. We had a fight and I came to apologize." Wayne passes you a smile and motions for you to come in.

"The infamous tutor," he hums, chuckling.

"Eddie's talked about me?" You question. Wayne passes you an amused smile as you step across the threshold. Infamous was bad. He must really be mad at you.

"You bet." You steel your face as Wayne leads you across their living room to a hallway on the left. You feel like crying all of a sudden. He knocks on Eddie's door. His metal is muffled by the door.

"I've got pants on." With that, Wayne swings the door open as you second guess coming here briefly. Your lips and fingers are starting to tremble from the bubbling regret in your throat.

"Got a visitor, Kid." There's a shuffle of papers and Wayne gives you the space to slide through.

"Thanks," but your voice sounds small as you step in. Wayne gives you a warm smile as you pass him. Eddie's confusion sours as he sees you and it makes you want to vomit.

The room is pure chaos around him. "You've got to be kidding me." He heaves as the door shuts. "What the hell are you doing here?" Those words make your lip wobbles hard, beyond your control.

"I... I..." you drop your gaze to the carpet as the words come out in a whisper. "I brought everything you'd need for your weekend... homework." Your taking deep breaths to try to stop the cry but those tears are clouding your vision still.

"Woah, woah, woah," Eddie calls and scrambles of the chaos of papers, DnD books and other random items. He stops in front of you as you start to lose your nerve. "Are you gonna cry?" He asks. You shake your head furiously, trying to squeeze your eyes shut to stop the tears but it only makes them run over your cheeks. "Shit." He stops stiffly in front of you, regarding the entirety of you. "Why?" He manages to squeak. His face is wild with fear and confusion.

You sniff, whiping at your cheeks. "I sh-shouldn't have come here." You take your time so it doesn't come out a jumbled mess. His face crumbles and he steps forward to take the stack of books out of your hand and set it on a bunch of papers on the bed. The crinkling drives you crazy.

"I'm really not good with tears, okay?" He offers.

"Me either," you pipe back, still whipping at the ever flowing tears coming from your eyes with the heels of your hands.

'You gotta tell me why your upset."

"You're not really my friend, are you?" You manage through that wobbling look. Eddie looks devastated by your nasally question.

"What? Of course we're friends!"

"You're uncle says you've talked about me," you say and he goes ghost white. "He called me your infamous tutor. That's a bad thing, Eddie." Eddie's hand rakes through his hair, getting increasingly more stress "you don't actually like me do you?"

"That's what your worried about? If I like you?" Jesus," he grunts out and then throws his arms up. "I'm just pissed off about this tutoring thing. You're pushy about it, okay? We're friends still." You fold into him immediately, burying your face against his neck. He's rigid beneath you cling to him hard.

"I don't have a lot of friends," you whimper. "I know, I can be a lot but I'm really trying to be a good friend because you've been a really good friend to me." His edges soften for you and then all at once you're being crushed to his chest in a way that takes the anxiety right away. It rushes out of you as he hold you. His cheek pressing to the top of you head.

"We're friends." He affirms, hands brushing across your back. "And here I thought you didn't actually like me." You sniffle into his neck as he sways you both and it's almost hypnotic in it's effect. You find yourself pushing in to nuzzle his neck as he swallows.

"You give good hugs," you hum up to him.

"Hah, thanks," he grunts awkwardly and pats your shoulder until you pull back. You wipe your cheeks. "Now, did you just come here to bring me textbooks and cry?"

"No, I came to apologize, bring your homework and maybe come up with a plan."

"A plan? Fuck." He sighs. "Start with the apology first." You nod in affirmation, clearing your throat to tell him clearly. He heads to his bed and brushes enough papers away to sit on the edge of it to face you.

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I know you have other important things that you want. I can't expect you to conform to the ways I do things." His face flutters into a hard, unreadable look. You step forward kneeling and taking his hand like your mom always did when she was trying to make something up to you. "Too much change at once can overwhelm me so why wouldn't it overwhelm you. I just wanted to be as effective as I could but most people don't operate how I operate. I'm sorry for being pushy." Eddie looks really uncertain as he stays quiet for a moment. His gaze flickering between your hand and you.

"Wow." He reaches over and drags a pillow into his lap a moment later. "Cool. Great apology."

"Really? Or are you being sarcastic. I can't tell."

"Not sarcasm." He states. "Just tell me your plan?" You start to rise and he holds out his other hand to stop you. "Stay there. Tell me your plan."

"I wanted to brainstorm ways that might work for you. Maybe set aside a couple days a week you might be able to study. A schedule so you still have free time?" He sighs and glances down at his pillow before tossing it off to the side.

"Great. Sure." A smile breaks out on your face, eager to shift back onto your heels. "Are you free tomorrow?"

He arches an eyebrow.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have a few ideas."

"Like what?" He asks, threading his fingers into yours. It feels nice, holding his hand.

"Well, tonight I figure we switch roles."

"Excuse me?" He demands.

"You teach me something."

"Teach you what? You already are valedictorian."

"I was thinking maybe D'n'D?" His brows shoot into his hairline. "That or guitar?" Eddie blinks. "Obviously a rudimentary part of those things."

"I don't understand the motive behind this."

"If I tell you I fear you'll skew the data."

"Okay, robo-tutor." He sees the hurt flash on your face and knows that wasn't a nice thing to say. He sees it in the way your body slumps. "Sorry, I said something that upset you." He thins his lips.

You cast your eyes away. "No," you deny.

"Hey, you're a shit liar." Part of you sings in approval that he grumbles it quietly. He reminded you often of a moody German Shepard. Always barking at his friends with his short fuse, but he reluctantly allowed you to get away with things with minimal complaining.

"No," you repeat. You had a monstrous crush on him, it made you just as soft as him. And kneeling in front of him was submissive. You were reminded of it when he'd encouraged you to stay where you were. Your mind presenting you with a the desire to lay your head right between his legs. Thankfully, you had impulse control.

The softened rasp he saved just for you made you feel special like the hormonal young woman. Christ, it felt ridiculous how badly you hoped he felt back. Even when he was calling you out, it thrilled you, like knowing he wasn't actually mad at you.

You blame the morbid curiosity that the scientific part of your brain fanned the flames. Biological need. Basic instinct. Purely Phermones. Especially when he leans forward over you. "Hey, look at me," he snaps. It's meant to intimidate, but you were truly blown away by the swell of bodily reactions that stirrs. Especially when it made your pussy feel like lava.

Your eyes obey without your discretion. He notices, eyes flickering narrow for a second. Any flicker of the nerve he'd struck is swept up by the increased circulation to your face due to the intimacy you were feeling with him.

Your ears burn, but only because you've never been surrounded by this much Eddie. "Okay," he hums.

That's it.

He stands, snatching up the campaign he seemed to be constructing. He messing dumped them in a corner (you mentally begin to clean his room) before he strides to the mirror across the room and plucks it off the wall like it was gospel. And then you wonder if that's how he'd treat a girl. Tonight you'll certainly imagine him treating you as tenderly as he holds the instrument.

"Guitar," he grunts out. "I'll teach you, come on."

"I had another suggestion," you admit as you take his outstretched hand to help you up.

"You don't want to learn? I thought-"

"Oh no! I meant to help you! We need to find motivation for you. A... a reward system?" He tilts his head as you climb to your feet.

"Reward system? Like I get a reward?" He chirps.

"Mhmm." You agree as he slowly shuffles closer to his bed.

"I'm listening."

"And this is up for negotiation," you preface as he takes a seat again at the edge of the mattress. "But I was thinking for every 'C' you get, I could give you a-a... little thing, like guitar picks or like... snacks or something." Eddie breaks out into a grin.

"For every assignment?"

"Yeah and like... if you get a C- it'll be like one pick or a fruit snack but the higher the score the more snacks."

"Give me an example."

"If you get a 'C-', you get a guitar pick. If you get a 'C', I bring you snacks the next morning. If you get a C+, I'll buy your lunch or something." He ponders this, eyes narrowing firmly as he regards you rocking on your feet in the middle of his bedroom.

"How about for a 'C+', you bring me some of those cookies you made for halloween?" He requests.

"The pumpkin ones?"

"Yeah, you made them look like bats." You grin at him. He'd raved about them at the time but you're pleseantly surprised he remembered them.

"Deal. I'll give you a whole batch of pumpkin cookies if you earn a 'C+'." He grins triumphantly through his successful negotiations.

"What if i manage a 'B'?" You shrug, moving to sit beside him on his bed. You're aware of the smokey smell of him heavy in the room and it made you're head spin. The room turns warmer, like someone was cranking the thermostat.

"We'll I've been think about that, ya know?" You feel your cheeks start to heat up. Eddie regards you carefully and your acutely aware of his watchful eyes. Eddie was uncannily observant most of the time and as thrilling as it tended to be under his scrutiny, it was equally nervewracking... Especially when your explination begins to bubble out.

"And it's been a tough thought. So I was thinking about what motivates boys. And sports was out of the question. And you like guitar stuff, but I don't know enough about it, same with D'n'D... so I thought... what else?"

The last two words sink heavily between you both. Eddie blinks a couple times at you trailing off. Your cheeks are burning hot enough one could probably feel it without touching you. He's cheeks darken as well as he swallows and clears his throat, he wets his lips before he rumbles:

"Are you referring to sex?"

"Not quite." You pipe quickly.

"What do I get if I get a 'B'?" He repeats, much more serious, eyes burning into yours with nearly the same fire as when he was snapping at you but this time it carries and electricity that climbs through you.

"Spank bank material?" You offer sheepishly. His jaw drops open.

"Like porn? You're gonna get me porn?" Eddie demands as his alabaster cheeks darken a couple shades. It's hard to tell with his voice and frozen facial features if he actually likes that idea.

"Actually, I was thinking more like... if you get a 'B-', I'll show you my boobs but if youd rather have actual porn...." you trail off.

His eyes couldn't get wider, you think. They're enormous and for once, Eddie has been stunned into silence. You watch those big eyes dart down to the front of your sweater.

When he does speak, his voice is raspy, "No, no, I like you're idea better, Honey." The nickname jolts you a bit and you smile in relief that he'd finally made an indication of some kind on how he felt.

"If you get a 'B' you can have a picture of them." Eddie is sliding the guitar off to the side then, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly and it makes your chest loosen and explode with butterflies.

"I want to take the picture." He reports, eyes drifting back up to yours and you're suddenly wishing he'd look back at the vague form of your tits. This was the most intense conversation you'd ever had, offering your body up to the guy you'd admired from a far for most of high school.

This pitch. It felt like a snowball and as good as that sounded, you didn't want to overstep boundaries you'd had yet to discover. After all, you were eighteen and just because you hadn't kissed a boy doesn't mean that you didn't know anything about things like this.

"We'll see."

"Then I want one of your bras for the 'B+'."

"Those are expensive. No way." You frown and try the next best suggestion. "You can feel me up, how bout that?" Eddie chuckles breathlessly at your protest.

"Really breaking my heart here, sweetheart." His eyes are glittering in a way you only saw when he doing something taboo. "If I get an A+ can I fuck you?" He asks abruptly. It steals your breath for a second and you quickly cover for it, slowly shaking your head.

He doesn't look disappointed when you do this, just tilts his head a little.

Truthfully, you didn't want Eddie to fuck you as a reward for his good behavior. You wanted you're first time to be simply because it felt right. Because you both wanted to have sex and to just feel good. You were already pimping yourself out to him to some degree.

"I'll give you an orgasm for every 'A+'?" Eddie's breath hitches. "With like my hands o-or... mouth?" He's pulling the pillow back in his lap very suddenly. A theory bubbled in your mind at that.

"And... can I for my 'A-', I want to borrow your panties?"

"Borrow?" You demand in confusion.

"Yeah... after you've worn 'em. More spank bank material." Spank bank. He wanted to use your worn panties for spank bank material? For the life of you, there was no understanding behind this request. He really want your dirty underwear.

"I guess if that's what you want, what do you want for 'A's, though?"

"Would I be able to touch you, too? Like... an orgasm for you." Your throat feels suddenly dry. You swallow against the thickness.

"M-e?" You manage to squeak, cheeks burning. He shifts closer on the mattress, eyes glittering. He slinks so smoothly across the surface of his trashed sheets. It feels like very predatory, like a big cat stalking you but entirely too thrilling at the same time. "That's not a reward."

Eddie cocks his head at you, the corner of his plump lips tilting up. "Are you saying it's not something you're willing to give me? Or are you saying it's not a reward I'd like?" The room is so warm all of a sudden, but the tingles have started between your legs. Your body betraying you to him.

You're unsure of how to answer, entirely uncertain about which it happened to be. Your emotions a muddle of overwhelm. And so your next words fall out of your mouth breathlessly.

"I don't know, Eddie." His lips slowly stretch into a deep grin. He hums your name like a prayer.

"Make no mistake, I'd pay money, I'd commit crimes, and I'll study with you as much as I can to be able to eat your pussy."

You jump for some reason. Your feet are scrambling and you find yourself looking around as you refuse to make eye contact with him. He chuckles as you scurry across his room, away from him.

"What are you looking for?" He questions as he rises, leaving his guitar on his bed to stroll closer. You take a deep breath, fully aware that you had no idea what you were looking for. Maybe a hidden camera.

"Where you got the audacity, to start." Eddie throws his head back to laugh a belly laugh at you. He stops his steps in front of you and grins down at you in utter amusement.

"I never get under your skin. Did I hit a nerve? What's got you so squirrely, Honey?" He lifts a hand to casually tuck some hair behind your ear.

"These are supposed to be your rewards... wouldn't that be weird?" You ask and it sobers his expression some.

"It would be a reward." He states. "So I guess that means the question is, will it be my reward? I promise you, I'm really good with my hands. I'll show you, come here." He holds out his hand for you. You can't help the nervous, hiccuping sigh that escapes you at his offer. He grins, knowing full-well what you were imagining.

"The guitar, sweetheart," he purrs, smile twisting maliciously. "Unless you want me to play with your pussy?" Your ridged spine jolts and you find that your breath is coming very fast.

Eddie had seriously just asked to touch you? What was the world coming too. This couldn't actually be real.

"Only if you get an 'A'," you agree with awhisper. There's a moment of hesitantly skirting your fingers across his hand as if he'd burn you. Something about his face is downright sinful. He clasps his hand around yours and drags you towards his bed to clear it off from everything quickly with one hand.

The way he's holding you're hand, as if you'll dart away, makes you smile with his back turned. When he's satisfied with that, Eddie drops onto the bed and pulls you between his legs. You shiver at the warm body pressing into your back.

"Here," he hums into your ear and lifts his guitar, with one hand he guides it across your hips. "It's going to rest across your lap just like this." You let him use you as a puppet.

You have to remind yourself that there is purpose to this experiment. He's going to teach you using the way he'd prefer to learn so you actually have to fight to pay attention to something other than how his calloused fingertips feel to direct you.

"Mercy," you mumble to yourself.

"What's that, Honey?"

"Nothing, didn't mean to interrupt." His mouth brushes by your ear.

A knock at the door has you jumping. "Pants are still on," Eddie calls and the door creaks open. His uncle grins in the door way as you turn a little redder.

"I'm off to work, Eddie, please... study hard." You can hear the grin in Eddie's voice.

"Don't worry, we'll study." Eddie promises, which makes Wayne arch an eyebrow as he studies the way his nephew is draped across your back.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Munson." You offer which makes Wayne give you a sweet smile. When the door seals shut,

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