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theyoutubedork · 2 years

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steve harrrington x fem!photographer!reader x eddie munson

18+ — This is a series meant for mature audiences only, so minors do not interact

Word Count : 4.1k+

summary: The story of an artist being in love with their muse is a story as old as time itself, but what happens when the artist has two muses?

chapter one:

click!

“I don’t get it,” Steve announces, breaking the comfortable silence. He completes the turn, and the blinker shifts back into place. One hand on the steering wheel, Steve pushes his hair back, literally scratching his head in thought. You had been staring out the window of his BMW, backpack comfortably sitting in your lap. You fiddle with the pins you had collected absentmindedly. You loll your head to the side, looking in his direction, curious smile on your face.

“Don’t get what?” You ask gently.

“Why do you force me to drive you to Fotomat to have you buy film, but you never let them, uhhh, what’s the word—“ Steve snaps his fingers, his cue for you to fill in the blanks.

“Develop?” You laugh, giggling at his antics. His eyes light up, fingers snapping into a point directed towards you.

“Yes! Thank you. Why don’t you let Fotomat develop them? I don’t mind driving you back there the next day.” He asks, and you have to admit, it’s surprisingly a good question. Most of Steve’s questions he answers himself, or has you looking at him with a raised eyebrow until he realizes. But, he has a point. He’s the one that takes time out of his day to drive you to the Fotomat on the outskirts of town, just so that you can buy a new month’s worth of film. Steve says he doesn’t mind the drive, but he’s never told you the fact that the adorable look on your face whenever you see the tiny yellow shack is one of the many reasons why he’s willing to make the trip for you. You sigh, craning you elbow on the armrest, chin resting in your palm,

“Because, Steve. That just ruins all the fun,”

“How? I thought the fun was taking the pictures…”

“Well yeah, a part of the fun is photographing, but my favorite part is developing them myself. Plus, I don’t trust Fotomat to do it.” You admit plainly, as if you were stating an obvious fact. However Steve blinks, not exactly understanding.

“How do you even develop a photo?” You laugh at the clueless look on his face, and you turn away before you notice the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“It’s not that hard. If my dad can teach me how to use a dark room when I was eight, it shouldn’t be too hard to teach you.” You tease him, and Steve’s furrowed brow only makes you laugh a bit harder. He takes a turn into the Hawkins High School parking lot, thankfully there were a sparse amount of cars remaining. Classes had already ended that day.

“I would take that as an insult, but I have no idea what a ‘dark room’ is.” He admits. You scratch your chin, feigning deep thought.

“On second thought, teaching you would be an absolute nightmare,” You chide, and Steve letting his jaw hang open makes you burst out into full laughter.

“Hey!” He protests, putting the car into park. You quickly grab your things and open the door.

“You have to at least show me some of your photos at some point. I see you taking photos of me all the time and I never see them.” He pouts for what feels like the millionth time this week. You can feel your cheeks immediately heat up.

The reason why you never showed Steve any of your photos, was that it was very obvious that you had a huge crush on Steve. You’re not even sure if Steve would pick up on the fact that the photos of him compared to almost all the other photos of your friends are very different. The ones of your friends are always cutesy, all filled with happy smiles and good memories attached. The ones of Steve however, are those of an artist capturing their muse. There’s intimacy attached to every single photograph, and anyone can tell that you spent much more time lining up the shot perfectly, just trying to capture an ounce of his beauty.

“Never. They’re not very good anyway,” You rush, and before Steve can argue, you’re already backing away towards the school, “And don’t worry about picking me up, I’m gonna hang out with Eddie, after they’re done with Hellfire,” Steve furrows his brow at the mention of Eddie, and you are about to ask what’s wrong until he finally speaks.

“Why wasn’t I invited?” He pouts, leaning further towards the passenger just to look at you.

“If you want to come with me to smoke in Eddie’s trailer, you are more than welcome.” You offer, and Steve immediately wrinkles his nose.

“Hard pass, I have work tomorrow, and whenever I go in there, I stink for weeks”“That’s what I thought. Thanks for the ride Stevie!” You chirp at him, kissing your palm before waving him goodbye. Steve knows that the gesture was playful, but he would be lying if he didn’t immediately speed away to have you avoid seeing the flush on his cheeks.

The Minolta X-700 that your father gifted you two birthdays ago dangles from your neck, swinging from side to side as you practically skip up to the heavy metal doors to the high school.

You can hear familiar commotion coming from down the empty hallway. You head to the side doors of the auditorium, which was thankfully left open, You peer inside quietly, and you smile when you see Eddie Munson and the rest of the Hellfire Club engrossed in another campaign. You have sat in on a few sessions, begging Eddie to photgraph. You reasoned that energy is incredibly rare, and you get more interesting action shots than any “ball in laundry basket game” that you had to photograph when you still attended the school.

Although that was the truth, you had intentionally left out the part where you took photos of Eddie the most, only to develop and admire them later. It was the same case with Steve’s photos, another muse the artist can’t help but capture. Just like Steve, you also had a massive crush of Eddie. You have no idea when it happened, but all you know is that everytime they ask you to take their picture or just happen to look in your direction, you become a shaking, bumbling mess of nerves.

You can see Eddie’s side profile from the door, perched on his throne, wild grin on his features. The rest of the Hellfire Club do not look as joyful, all of them looking down at their character sheets, sweat lacing their brows. Looks like Eddie is giving them a hard time today, and you immediately pick up your camera. These were the best days to shoot. The emotions were always high, the tension palpable; Eddie can really put on a damn show.

You quickly adjust your camera’s settings, eyes flitting back and forth between trying to looking at the tiny little numbers in the dark, and Eddie making his club members suffer. You only had one shot left of film, so you wanted to make it count. You hid behind the door as much as you could, being as quiet as possible. Thankfully the commotion was enough to cover up the sound of the lever clicking the final frame of your film into place.

You put the viewfinder up to your eye, finally happy with your settings. You zoom in carefully on Eddie, waiting for the perfect shot. You can see the the theatre lights beaming down on him, lighting up his frizzy hair, almost giving him a heavenly glow around his devilishly handsome features. You can feel the gulp you take reach the bottom of your stomach when you see his tongue dart of his mouth momentarily in concentration. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead, and you considered taking the shot until he takes his ring-clad hand and swipes it away. You can feel your mouth run dry, and you nearly forget what you were doing until everyone at the table cries out. Dustin had rolled a natural one, and you cringe along with them.

However, Eddie seems to eat up their misery like it’s his favorite dessert. You see him laugh out maniacally, gripping his hands tight on the armrests of the throne. He looks like a mad king, reveling in his subjects’ strife. He lets his tongue hang from his mouth, and when the others yell in distruaght due to his enjoyment, he rubs the salt in the wound further by shaking his face back and forth, letting his tongue sway from side to side.

click!

You almost don’t even register you took the picture until you hear the entire table hush. You freeze up, not even daring to move your eye from the view finder. You see Eddie mumble something under his breath, and he turns in your direction and makes direct eye contact with you through the viewfinder. When you see him start to smirk, your brain finally catches up with you. You were caught.

You can feel all the color drain from your face and you quickly dash away from the door, not even daring to hang back just to see how Eddie reacted.

You sprint in the direction towards the dark room, and you struggle to to find the right key, your hands shaking uncontrollably. It was like an insane adrenaline rush, but you thankfully are able to unlock the door, not even checking if anyone was in there before slamming it shut behind you. You stay there for a second, back pressed against the cool door, trying to catch your breath. Chest heaving, you listen for any footsteps outside, but thankfully all you can hear is the sound of the red lights of the dark room emitting a low hum.You sigh with relief, finally able to let your shoulders relax.

The dark room was pretty much your safe place. Rarely anyone comes in here, except for the photographers for the school newspaper. They only come in at certain times, and you’re able to have them scurry out quickly. They know that you used to be one of the head editors for the paper, and they all respect you enough to give you your own privacy whenever you come around. You shrug your backpack off your shoulders, checking your watch. You figured you had enough time to develop everything and at least get it hanging before Eddie was finished with Hellfire. You take the walkman out, and put in your specific dark room mixtape. ‘Girls on Film’ by Duran Duran fills your ears, and you smile faintly, ready to work.

After what only felt like minutes, you finish putting the last photo onto the clothesline. You take off the rubber gloves, throwing them into the trashcan, and quickly walk over to the sink to wash your hands. You hum along contently with your walkman, drying your hands before stepping back, looking at your work. They had only just begun to develop, but some have begun to reveal themselves. You observe each one carefully, racking your brain on what the memory attached to them was. Almost every single photo was of either Steve or Eddie, and you sigh contently, happy with the result of each one.

You see two photos in particular that cause a stir in you. One was of Steve’s hand holding a cigarette. The picture makes you laugh, thinking about the dialougue surrounding that memory.

You and Steve had been hanging out in his backyard next to the pool. It was a sticky summer night, the air was thick with humidity, and there was no moon in sight. The crickets and cicadas were singing a haunting melody, and you could still picture the slight fog hanging above the pool, it’s heating always on. You had been talking about everything and nothing, drinking cheap beer to pass the time. When you came back from grabbing another round, you saw Steve taking a quick drag of his cigarette, trying to blow away the smoke quickly, so you wouldn’t notice. But you had.

“Is that what I think it is?” You called out, and Steve was about to put it out when you stopped him.

“Uh uh, you’re going to smoke that whole thing, and I’m going to watch you the entire time, telling you all the reasons why you shouldn’t be smoking that.” You demanded, and Steve groaned, leaning back into the pool-side chair.

“God—you sound just like my mom,” He whined, but he listened, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. You pulled out your camera, crouching down next to him, trying to make sure that your shadow from the flood light wasn’t in the way.

“What are you doing?” Steve laughed, holding his hand at his stomach, cradling the cigarette between his digits.

“Photographing your shame,” You said firmly, but you can’t help but giggle when you peek up from the viewfinder. Steve was laying languidly against the chair, bringing his free hand up to his forehead, posing.

“At least get my good side,” He grumbled, knowing full well you were just taking a pitcure of his hand. You both share a laugh, and you put your eye back on the viewfinder.

click!

The other picture was of Eddie’s hands playing his guitar. It was dark and grainy, but you were able to make out the detail of each guitar string and its ribbed texture, some bending slightly under Eddie’s calloused fingers. You stared at his rings, the three gaudy metal ones in particular. You couldnt pick which one was your favoritie. Was it the cross with four skulls surrounding it? Or the pig’s head on his middle finger? Or maybe just the simple skull ring? Each of them are beautifully crafted. You can’t stop your mind from imaging him using his hands to do filthy things to you—

You see light enter the room suddenly, and you immediately screech, pulling the headphones of your walkman to your neck.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled. The door quickly slammed shut and you sighed with relief, your photos are unharmed. You were about to resume your admiring when you heard Eddie’s voice come from the other side of the door. He calls your name,

“Hey, Hellfire finished early!” You quickly scramble to the door cracking it open the tiniest bit. You see Eddie with a worried look, almost like he walked in on you doing something inappropriate—focus!

“Hey Eds. I’m developing stuff in here, can’t swing open the door like that.” You explain, almost breathless.

“Oh! Right sorry. You’re always finished before I come over, but stupid me forgot that we finsihed early.”

“You’re fine! I’m almost finished up, you came come in!” You ramble, leaving the door open as you walk back into the room. Eddie follows, cracking the door open enough to shimmy his lean frame through. He looked around, letting his eyes adjust.

“God—I see why they call it the dark room.” He grumbles, staying still until he could actually see properly.

“Yeah welcome, to my little cave. Make yourself at home, just..don’t touch anything please.” You call from the other side of the room, turning all of the photos hanging the other way, facing it towards the wall for privacy. You didn’t notice Eddie until his wrist stopped you from turning the last photo, the photo you had just taken of him not too long ago.

“What is this?” He coos playfully. You scramble to hide it,

“Nothing!” You take the clothespin off, but Eddie snatches it from you, stepping behind a table so you can’t take it from him. He doesn’t say a word, his mouth in a firm line. Thinking he was mad, you feel tears well up in your vision.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, I was passing by and I just didn’t think and I-“ Eddie shushes you, a smile resting on his face.

“No! Don’t apologize sweetheart. I’m just speechless.” He grins, placing it gently back onto the clothesline. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side, making you both face the photo.

“I can recognize that click from anywhere, so I couldn’t help myself from finsihing Hellfire early to come see this.” He admits and you look at him slightly confused.

“I’ve always wanted to see your photos. Why don’t you ever show them?” He asks genuinely. You avoid his gaze, looking at the photo. Eddie looks both angelic and devilish, the dichotomy was fascinating to look at. The theatre lights hit him perfectly like he’s performing for a whole crowd. And his friends are in the background, all looking at him like he’s some cruel bringer of destruction, but with a hint of delight behind their eyes.

“I didn’t think you would like them,” You mumbled under your breath.

“Honey, if they are anything like this, I could stare at them all day. Maybe then I wouldn’t be staring at you as much,” He teases, craning his neck towards you. You giggle, pulling away from him with a playful slap to the shoulder. If the lights weren’t red, Eddie would definitely be able to tell how flustered he made you. You turn away from him going through your backpack. You nearly empty the whole bag just to find the new film down at the bottom. You hurriedly put your belongings back inside, picking up your camera and the new roll of film off of the table. You silently put in the new canister, and Eddie watches on with a look something you can only describe as curious. You reload the film like its second nature, but your hands have a slight shake to them due to Eddie’s gaze. You finish rolling the film into place and you snap the back of the camera shut.

click!

Eddie finally blinks, as if breaking out of a spell. He looks at you with a small smile.

“I’ve seen you do that a million times, and I still don’t know what you’re doing,” He chuckles.

“Oh! I’m just putting in a new roll of film. Steve brought me to buy some more earlier,” You explain, always happy to explain anything and everything to do with your camera. The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches, and you just happen to notice.

“You were with Steve?” He asks, talking like he has a slight sour taste in his mouth. This was new.

“Uh yeah? Is there something wrong with that? How do you think I got here?” You laugh exasperated, surprised at his reaction. Eddie pauses, thinking for a moment before finally responding,

“Do you uh—do you take pictures of him too?” He asks shyly, and your eyes widen in surprise. Since when did Eddie care about that?

“Uh yeah I do?”

“Does he look better than me in them?” He looks down at the floor, fiddling with his rings.

“Eddie, that’s not a fair question. I photograph you two very differently, it’s like comparing apples to oranges,” You defend. He steps closer to you almost chest to chest. You can feel his breath hit your cheeks, and like a flame, your cheeks feel like they are on fire. Does he know something? He takes a moment, scanning you face for something, but you don’t know what.

“But which do you like better? Apples or oranges?” He prods. Your heart races and you can’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. Was Eddie jealous?

“I like them both…equally,” You say quietly, praying Eddie doesn’t catch on. It’s not like you were lying. You liked both Steve and Eddie a lot, but you liked them individually for completely different reasons. Eddie lets out a huff of disbelief, chewing on the inside of his cheek, still staring into your eyes, as if trying to tell if you were lying or not. His eyes drift to the side, as if looking for something but the moment quickly passes. He finally steps back, letting a smile come back on his face, acting like the moment never happened.

“Let’s go get high, yeah?” He chirps and you nod with a laugh. He follows you out the room, but doesn’t leave before swiping the worn leather album you forgot to put back in your bag, quickly putting it in his backpack.

You hop out of the van with Eddie the next morning, and in the other corner of the parking lot, you see Steve and Robin pull up as well. You run over to Robin quickly giving her a hug, immediately chatting away. Last night with Eddie was surprisingly awkward, you still had good time hanging out with him, but its like there was something on Eddie’s mind that made him feel slightly distant. You were happy to see Robin’s face. It’s not like you want to avoid Eddie, but you think that whatever Eddie is worried about, he’ll come to you if he needs to. You don’t notice Steve being approached by Eddie. Both of them exchange slightly tense looks, as if sizing the other up. You were about to ask Eddie to walk inside with you, but he tells you not to wait for him. You give him a confused look but decide to ignore it shrugging your shoulders. You and Robin walk into the school together, as Steve and Eddie have a hushed conversation.

“What’s the matter?” Steve finally asks, making sure you weren’t in earshot.

“I think Y/N has a crush on both of us.” He admits, and if Steve was drinking something, he would surely spit it out at those words.

“What? How do you know?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Y’know how she never shares her pictures?” Eddie prompts and Steve gives a confused nod,

“Yesterday during Hellfire I caught her taking a photo of me, which isn’t out of the ordinary, with her whole “I like taking photos of people when they aren’t aware, makes the pictures better” bullshit. But guess what she left on the table in the dark room,” Eddie pulls a thick photo album from his backpack and hands it to Steve. It’s a worn leather album, with bits of plastic cellophane poking from the sides. Steve carefully opens the album and is shocked to find the photos of him that you had never shown him. He also sees pictures of Eddie. His mouth can’t help but hang open, shocked to find little notes and doodles drawn onto the cellophane covers. There were little notes next to some of the photos, some random comments and others just describing what’s happening in the picture. The first photo that really caught his attention was a photo of him holding a plate of food, and he recognizes it.

It was on a day when you and Steve were hanging out, nothing too out of the ordinary for you two. You had been outside for a while, smoking weed, and Steve decided to surprise you by making you dinner. He opened the sliding door carefully, balancing both of your plates in one hand. He was dressed in a turtleneck with a dark denim jacket, he had one of his mother’s aprons tied around his waist. When you turned to look at him, blunt between your finger tips, you immediately started to giggle,

“Playing housewife Harrington?” You teased. Steve could’ve blamed the blush on his face from the cold, but the way he shyly looked down at the plates in his hands made it obvious.

“I thought I’d try making a recipe from the cookbook you got me.” He mumbled shyly. You put out the blunt, leaving it in the ashtray next to the pool-side chair. You sauntered up to him, picking up the camera around your neck.

“You know I gave you that cookbook as a joke right? You’re always such a mom,” You laughed absentmindedly adjusting your camera settings. Steve just stood there, waiting for you to come to him. He had learned at that point that whenever you start fiddling with your camera, it usually means that he shouldn’t move and wait for you to take a picture. Steve loved getting his picture taken, especially if it was you taking it. He decided to proudly show off his dish to the camera.

“I present to you…uh..dinner!” He rambled, forgetting the name of the recipe. You laughed, bringing the camera up to your face. Steve’s chest fluttered at the sound of your laugh, and he laughed along with you.

click!

Steve smiles absentmindedly at the memory but when he sees the note written next to the photo, his brain just almost stops functioning.

“Kiss the cook ♥︎”

“Wha-“ He gawks, and Eddie nods along with him. He flips to the next page and points to a rare photo of them together, one where Eddie was smiling at Steve, who looked far from amused. Next to the photo was the caption,

“Two muses is better than one”

Boys On Film! - to be continued

I hope you enjoyed! I’m really excited about this one so please let me know what you think!

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the-lone-writer94 · 1 month

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We'll Meet Again (Part 5)

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Summary: Finally, the night has come where you and Rex are getting some alone time together... but will everything turn out just the way you had planned, or will chaos be unleashed?

Age rating: 18+ *Mature*

Word count: 2,839

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I had splashed water across my face about five times already. I constantly peered down at my wristwatch as I counted down the minutes until Rex would arrive. Earlier, I had even found my way into my mom’s liquor cabinet, taking several swigs of whiskey. The poison burned my insides, and made me woozy and funny.

I stalked to my bedroom where I had spent most of the afternoon changing my bedsheets and shoving the junk I had scattered around my bedroom into the closet. I stood back as I admired my work, and cocked my head to the side, it was the best I could do.

As I stood in front of my mirror I inspected the outfit I had on, it wasn’t anything over the top. Just a simple black tank top and denim shorts, exposing my bare legs. I remembered how Rex’s fingers liked to caress my thighs, and the way he guided my legs opened. Just the very thought of it sent electrical impulses through me.

I shook my head, trying to push away the picture perfect moment I had envisioned in my mind. There obviously was one thing that had taunted me the moment I had met Rex. And, it had been something I had constantly thought about. Clearly, I desired for him… all of him.

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of the doorbell echo through the house. Practically prancing towards the front door, I yanked it open.

Rex stood before me, he wore a white short sleeve shirt, with the edges rolled up which was unbuttoned revealing his bare chest. It was then that I noticed how hairy his body was, which somehow caused a tingling sensation between my legs. He had on tight blue jeans and leather boots. Rex’s honey blonde hair was fluffier and fanned out, which I could have only assumed he had washed and combed it out recently.

“Hey,” he said as he stepped towards me and planted a kiss on my lips.

I stepped aside, to allow him into the house before I closed the door behind me. Immediately, I felt the nerves reaching me and my palms began to sweat, and rubbed my hands against my denim shorts.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked.

“Sure. A soda, maybe.”

“My mom’s got some beer… or if you prefer the hard stuff?” I wasn’t sure what I was trying to do, perhaps believing that the alcohol would somehow calm my edge.

“Yeah, a beer then. I guess.” Rex responded.

“Alright,” I said as I began to stalk towards the kitchen, I paused and added, “why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” As I gestured towards the couch.

Moments later, I returned back into the living room with the drinks. I watched as Rex was seated on the couch, his legs wide apart as his arm was slouched on the armrest. I stepped towards Rex and handed him his beer, which he immediately took and slid the contents through his lips. I took the seat beside him as we drank in silence.

An awkward silence lingered in the air, and I wasn’t sure why we sat beside each other like we were strangers. Although Rex was only a mere inch away from me, it seemed as though we were oceans apart.

I cleared my throat. “So-” Rex and I both said in unison.

“After you.” He said and gestured to me.

I shook my head. “No, no, what were you gonna say?”

“Nothing.” Rex added.

I released a sigh. “Why is this so awkward?”

Rex exhaled. “I have no idea. You’d think that because we finally have alone time together, it’ll be a relief.”

My lips pressed together, as I contemplated long and hard. “Perhaps, it’s the thrill of possibly getting caught?” I suggested.

Rex cocked his head to the side. “Maybe.” He agreed.

I set down the glass of beer onto the coffee table, as I edged towards Rex. “Alright, let’s put it this way… imagine we’re at the Fotomat kiosk right now… what do you wanna do?” I asked.

Rex’s thick eyebrows averted upwards, as a string of thoughts formed in his mind. “Well… I would do this.” He said, as he closed the gap between us, his hand rested on the side of my face and he planted a kiss on my cheek first before his lips found mine.

Immediately, deepening the kiss, my lips parted and Rex slipped his tongue into mine. Rex’s hands found its way on my waist, as he drew me in closer towards him. I moaned into him, as my fingers entwined in his hair. Slowly, I shifted in my position as my leg swung over Rex’s body as I straddled him. Our tongues continued to dance against each other, as his hands went up and down, then down and up along the sides of my waist. Whilst my hands cupped his face, I lowered my position so that my crotch was against his as I gently rubbed and grinded against him.

Rex released a moan and his jaw clenched, whilst his breaths were in low and heavy sighs. Suddenly, his hands were plastered against my ass as he pulled me in closer towards him, as I continued to grind against him.

The palm of my hand laid flat on Rex’s chest, as my fingers curled against his dark chest hair, the nails dug into his skin leaving faint red marks. My hips continued to move back and forth, then forth and back, as I held in my breath, my grip continued to press down onto Rex’s chest.

Beneath me, I felt the bulge that formed in his pants as I paused, my hand slowly slithered down Rex’s body as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans.

Rex cleared his throat, I stared at him through my eyelashes and I watched as the expression shifted on his face. “Hmm-”

“Rex?” I asked, as I proceeded with caution.

“There’s something-'' he began, and then paused, his gaze averted mine.

“What?” I asked, as my brows furrowed.

He released a nervous chuckle. “I… um-”

My gaze locked with his, I watched as his eyes drifted away from me. Beads of sweat had begun to form on his forehead, his lips quivered as he tried to release the words from his lips but no matter how hard he tried, the words just did not form.

Suddenly, something clicked inside of my mind. I gasped, “Rex, are you a virgin?”

“Hmm… yeah,” he stuttered.

“Wha- but, wait… how is that possible?” Finally, I managed to utter the words, “you’re such a great guy, though.”

“It isn’t that I’ve never had the chance…” he defended, “I just never met the right girl.” He shrugged.

“Wow… I mean, that’s really sweet.” I responded.

“I’ve never met the right girl… until now.” He said, as his hand reached up to cup the side of my face.

My lips curved upwards as I smiled, allowing Rex’s words to sink in. I drew myself closer to him as our lips pressed against each other, before I retreated and removed myself from him. My hand found his as I pulled him up. “Come on,” I said.

He allowed me to guide him through my house. “Where are we going?”

“To my bedroom.”

We reached the threshold of my bedroom, as I pushed open the door. Immediately, Rex’s hands were all over me as he backed me against the wall. His lips found mine, as my lips parted allowing his tongue to slip inside. Suddenly, my hands reached down towards his ass as I grabbed down onto it, which caused him to jump.

“Woah,” he said and laughed.

“I love this cute small little ass.” I said as my hands continued to squeeze onto Rex’s ass.

Rex chuckled. “I have no ass. I used to get paddled every fucking day at school.”

“No, my poor baby,” I commented, “I guess you wouldn’t like being paddled now, huh?” I asked, and smirked.

“I’d rather be the one holding the paddle.” He said, as he cocked an eyebrow.

Before we knew it, Rex and I were seated on the edge of the bed. His hands rested on my waist as my fingers were entwined in his hair, as we our tongues continued to dance against each other.

It wasn’t at that moment where I suddenly felt a twinge of unease, knowing the road we were heading down. It wasn’t that I hadn’t slept with anyone before, but that act had been nothing but a meaningless encounter, which had ended in a heartbeat. I deeply cared for Rex, and I wanted this moment to last and to mean something.

Suddenly, I drew back as Rex stared at me in confusion. “Hang on.” I said, as I removed myself from the bed.

I opened my wardrobe as I drew out a leopard print chiffon scarf and hung it over the floor lamp in the corner of my room, before I crossed over to the other side and switched off the room light, allowing the faint glow to illuminate the room.

“What are you doing?” Rex asked.

“Just setting the mood,” I responded, as nonchalantly as I possibly could, and added, “I’m gonna put on some music.”

I stood before my dresser, which was covered in various items from cans of hairspray to my make-up, as I pushed them aside and adjusted my beat up record player. Flipping it open, my fingers curled over the records I had left in a cardboard box on the floor, which I still hadn’t properly unpacked. Carefully I placed the vinyl record onto the turntable and slid the stylus into place, moments later the rhythmic guitar sounds from Led Zeppelin’s Since I’ve Been Loving You filled the room, as I spun and stalked towards Rex.

The expression on his face softened and he released a low chuckle. Immediately, we both found our nerves leaving our body, as I straddled him once again. Our fingers curled and entwined into each other. I lowered my mouth onto his, but after several moments his hands suddenly gripped down onto my waist as he turned me, placing my back onto the bed as he climbed on top of me, his beautiful luscious locks hung down as they grazed my skin. Then, his hand reached up and caressed the side of my face. My breathing quickened, as my back arched upwards from his touch. Slowly, his hand draped across my shoulder as his finger hooked underneath the strap of my tank top.

Gently, he slid the strap down, before his fingers trailed across my collarbone, as he did the same with the other strap. He lowered his head down onto my neck as he left a trail of kisses along the side of my neck. I moaned into him, as my fingers reached up into his hair pushing it behind his ear. His mouth found my lips one last time, before he slowly slithered down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, as he paused by my hips. He peered up at me through his eyelashes, before his fingers lingered on the button on my denim shorts, he carefully unbuttoned them, sliding down the zipper.

I moaned. “Do it.” I breathed.

He softly pulled away my denim shorts and cast them aside, leaving me in my silky black panties. Suddenly, I was reminded of the time we had spent in the diner, the way his fingers pleasured me, which immediately sent electrical impulses coursing through my veins.

Then, he removed my panties and suddenly I felt very exposed. His hands planted against my thighs as he guided my legs apart, he stared at me through his eyelashes again before he lowered his mouth down onto me. His warm tongue grazed on my entrance, my back arched upwards and my hand gripped down onto the corner of my pillow, as I felt his tongue continue to go in up and down, then circular motions. I tried to sit up, as my fingers found its way knotted in his hair as I grabbed a fistful and tugged onto it.

Rex’s hands gripped down on the side of my thighs harder as his tongue continued to glide on my entrance. Moans continued to be released from between my lips, as my thighs gently squished down onto his head, just when I was about to reach pleasure, Rex paused as he pulled away. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingertips as he hovered over me.

My hands immediately went towards his jeans as I unbuttoned them. Once he had removed his pants and shirt, casting them aside, I hurriedly took off my tank top. My hand slithered down his hairy body as my mouth watered as my finger trailed downwards and cupped his bulge.

His body planted against mine as gently lowered me down onto the bed, just then he shifted as he reached to grab his pants which had been thrown onto the ground.

“Wait a minute.” He said, as he fumbled in the pockets of his pants and drew out a condom.

“You came prepared, I see.” I smirked.

He shrugged and smiled.

I sat up as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, as Rex slipped out of them, before he tore the wrapper of the condom. Once he had placed it onto himself, he knelt before me as I spread my legs apart for him. Slowly, I felt him entering me and I grabbed down onto the side of my pillow.

At first, Rex thrusted in me slowly, until he began to move faster and faster. He grunted and groaned, as his hands gripped onto the wooden headboard of my bed for support. His thrusts grew harder and harder into me, as I felt the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. No doubt that would leave a dent.

“Rex.” I called his name, as he too breathlessly called mine.

His hands then gripped onto the sides of my waist, as I continued to feel him inside of me. Rex lowered his body as his locks of hair tickled my face, I wrapped my arms around his neck as I pulled him closer down towards me, as he carried on thrusting. I moaned into him, as he grunted, then moments later we both reached euphoria.

Rex released a sigh, as his chest heaved and his breathing quickened. He pulled away and slumped down onto the bed beside me. His body was covered in sweat and his hair had matted against the sweat.

We laid there for what felt like an eternity, as I shifted onto my side, my fingers danced along his hairy chest.

“I hope that I wasn’t too rusty for my first time.” He commented.

I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. “It was perfect.”

A smile flashed across Rex’s face as he wrapped his arm around me. The vinyl record had long ago stopped playing, and we enjoyed the silence together.

In the distance, I heard the faint sounds of shuffling. My body tensed as my gaze drifted around the room.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

“What?” Rex responded in confusion.

Suddenly, I sat up as my eyes narrowed. “Seriously,” I mentioned, as I grabbed the duvet sheet and wrapped it around my body.

The sound of the shuffling continued, followed by several thumps. I dropped the duvet and slipped back on my tank top and denim shorts.

Rex removed himself from my bed as he put on his jeans, and shoes, not bothering to put on a shirt.

“Yeah, now I hear something.” Rex added.

I stalked out of the bedroom as I followed the sound which emerged from beyond the hallways. The moment I stepped into the living room, my heart lurched forward. In that second, I didn’t even have a moment to react and stop what was about to unfold. As I watched Scarlet push open my front door.

“What are you doing?” I asked, the sheer panic had already consumed me.

“You said your mom was outta town, I thought we could have a party.” Scarlet explained, then added, “I know you leave a spare key under your mat. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Rex asked as he emerged.

Scarlet’s mouth opened, as her gaze jumped between Rex and myself. “Oh my god!” Scarlet exclaimed.

Just then, I watched as Tom, Rob and finally Billy had entered my house. Trapped like rats, we had nowhere to run, as Billy’s eyes narrowed at the very sight of Rex and I. His jaw clenched and his fists curled into a ball. “What the fuck?” Billy hissed.

And just like that, the secret had been revealed. The sanctuary and sliver of paradise that I had created with Rex had been shattered.

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