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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 5 months ago

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Zombie Stomp

You guys remember how I said I should probably wait, well I couldn't help myself. Heres the first part to Zombie Stomp! And have some more Wayne acting like Eddie’s actual father!

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Prologue: Virginity Rocks!

Eddie moves his body awkwardly to the record player, his hands are sweating as he sends a nervous smile to the most breathtaking boy on his bed. Sure, Eddie’s standards were low it was just a new line cook that got hired at Benny’s. He could still smell the grease coming off the other man's body, but it wasn’t like Eddie could be picky. He was a gay man in the middle of Hawkins, Indiana. How many opportunities like this was he going to get? Not many. Gays flocked out of here faster than they came in. Eddie would be doing the same if it weren’t for his Uncle.

Wayne was on shift right now, thank god. The stars seemed to be aligning for Eddie to get laid, finally. At twenty years old he was going to lose his virginity at last. Thank fuck. ‘86 really was going to be his year. He was sure of it.

He quickly searches through his cassette tapes, biting his lip as he realizes he doesn’t have good music for this. “You like Black Sabbath?” He asks. His voice comes off rougher than it normally was. He was extremely nervous he was going to fuck this up somehow as he twisted his body at a slight angle to look at the other man. Who was looking around his room curiously? Eddie wasn’t sure what the other man was doing.

“Uh.. who’s that?” The guy asks in a tone that nearly turns Eddie off. But Eddie has to quickly bite his tongue to prevent himself from being a dick because once again this was most likely his only shot to lose his virginity before he was of legal drinking age. And he was going to be damned if he went to his first gay bar as a virgin.

“Uh.. a metal band, the lead singer used to be Ozzy the guy that bit that bat’s head off?” He rambles out. He hopes that may ring a bell for the other. But if anything it makes the other more disinterested.

“Never heard of her,” Robert says, beginning to chew on his gum obnoxiously. The longer Eddie hung around him the more annoyed he was getting. “Hey man, I don’t care what you put on. It’s not like I’m listening to it anyway.” He chuckles gently.

“Yeah, alright- alright yeah no. No music should be fine then. Probably better than what I have here.” He jokes, hoping to break the awkward tension that was slowly beginning to fall over them. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop bouncing around or rambling. He knew it was his nerves, his anxiety was high and his typical cure for that was weed. But his gut told him it would be a bad idea to get high before this.

Robert doesn’t even laugh in response he just makes a soft grunting noise and it's only making Eddie feel more tense. The longer he pays closer attention to the other, the more he starts to believe Robert doesn’t even want to be here even though this had been entirely his idea in the first place.

Eddie was about to question him, ask if he even wanted to do this in the first place but before he gets his chance the other has begun to pat his lap suggestively. A dark look in his eye sends a shiver up Eddie’s spine. Whether it was a good or bad tingling Eddie was yet to decipher.

“Why don’t we get this show on the road, huh?” Robert hums out, beginning to lean back a bit with what could only be described as a cocky smirk as Eddie walks closer.

Eddie nods as he begins to doubt if he wants to do this still. But another part of him tells him to just get it over with. Eddie doesn’t like that side but listens to it anyway as he carefully places himself in Roberts's lap.

He chuckles awkwardly as he realizes he doesn’t know what to do with his limbs. The guy doesn’t even bother telling him what to do before he’s reaching for his belt.

This is when they both realize Eddie isn’t hard. He had been earlier when Robert pulled him behind his van and started to whisper about tonight in his ear. But not now. His dick wasn’t even showing any sign of life even with the other's mouth against his neck, completely unbothered by the fact Eddie wasn’t turned on. That doesn’t sit right with Eddie and the longer he sits in this man’s lap the more he begins to convince himself that he wasn’t gay and that he was just making it all up in his head for attention.

“Gotta relax baby,” The other chuckles gently. Robert was still awkwardly kissing up his neck and using too much tongue. It felt disgusting.

Eddie has had enough and is about to tell the other as such when his bedroom door flies open.

“Eddie pack your shit we-” Wayne Munson was in his doorway and Eddie Munson was frozen in another man's lap having one of the worst experiences of his life.

Wayne Munson, as in Eddies Uncle and the only person he cares for in this world just caught him being a faggot.

Eddie’s eyes have grown wide, his already fast-beating heart goes even faster and possibly even skipping a few beats here and there. Eddie freezes while Robert shoves him off his lap with no hesitation. He’s buckling his belt just as fast as he pushes past Wayne Munson to get out the front door.

Neither Eddie nor Wayne breaks eye contact. Eddie’s ears were ringing and his hands were shaking. All that he had processed from the man before he came barging in was “... pack your shit…”

Eddie Munson was getting kicked out again and he was having a stupid panic attack over it like some little bitch. He had prepared for this moment for years now, and now that it was finally here he was frozen like a little bitch.

Eddie doesn’t even process standing up, let alone throwing himself to grab the bag he’s kept hidden for exactly this purpose. Moving and frantically adding a couple more things, he thinks he may be going into shock.

He doesn’t feel the tears running down his face, he doesn’t hear his Uncle moving closer to him and isn’t expecting to feel the gentle touch of his uncle's hands on his shoulders. Eddie tenses up and freezes again as he feels feeling snot running down his face.

He jumps startled, flinching away from his uncle's hands when they grip his shoulders softly. Eddie finally looks up from his bag to meet Wayne's eyes as he repeats Eddie’s name for what was most likely the numerous time.

“Eddie, boy. I don’t give a shit who you fuck. I don’t care who you love, I could give a rat's ass what you do romantically just as long as you are being treated right. But what I do care about is getting you to a safe shelter somewhere west.” Wayne’s voice is rough as he moves both his hands to Eddie’s face to get him to focus. Something he hasn’t done since he first got custody of the boy.

Eddie had to process everything the other was saying, looking more confused than anything because this was not going the way he expected and it was happening way too fast.

“Wait, so you don’t care that I’m gay?” He clarifies.

“Kid, I couldn't care less,” Wayne says bluntly. “Now pack your shit, we have to go.” Wayne lets go of Eddie's face as he moves to Eddie’s doorway to head into the living room to grab his things acting as if some relationship-altering thing didn’t just happen to them.

“Wait- why?” Eddie asks even more confused than before. He feels as if god was purposely putting him on an emotional roller coaster.

“You remember that disease they brought up on the radio the other day? The one that has been hitting the south and east hard?”

“Yeah, but that isn’t supposed to hit us?” Eddie follows his uncle into the living room not packing like he was supposed to.

“Well they are and were wrong, and it's taking Hawkins up by storm right now, now boy I will not repeat myself. Go pack your shit now.” Wayne raises his voice. He’s pointing in the direction of Eddie’s room. Eddie has never seen his Uncle like this before and that scared him more than anything else in this world.

Eddie doesn’t waste a second after that. Quickly stumbling back into his room to grab everything he cared about.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie raised his voice, wanting to make sure he was being heard. He becomes more panicked as he watches a person stumble from the woods. Slowly moving into the light with bloody hands, clothes, and was that blood on their face?

Eddie and Wayne had escaped Hawkins hours ago and were now on their way to god knows where. Not even Wayne knew. The only reason they had stopped was for gas. Wayne wanted to have some extra gas stored in the red containers he had purposely kept for emergencies just in case they ran out in the middle of nowhere. But it seemed as if they weren’t the only ones to have this idea as most gas stations on their way here had empty signs on their pumps.

“Yeah kid, I see him,” Wayne says. Pushing the top back on the container as he lifts it up and over and sets it in the bed of his truck. His eyes never leave the stumbling man in front of them. Neither does Eddies.

Wayne slowly moves to the driver's side of his truck, carefully reaching in to grab the shotgun he had purposely propped up between him and Eddie.

“Wayne, what are you doing?” Eddie hisses, shifting his eyes from the injured man to his crazy uncle. “He needs help, not a shotgun shell,”

Wayne doesn’t say anything to him, instead, he raises his voice. “Hey mister, you alright?”

And oh fuck. Eddie thinks he's seen this in a movie before. It feels as if someone hit fast forward and suddenly his ears were ringing from the loud gunfire. His Uncle jumps in the driver's side to quickly drive away, just as the cashier from the gas station runs out.

“Oh my god, you killed him,”

“Son, that thing wasn’t alive.”

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