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lone star: chapter one

summary: eddie had packed up his things and moved to the big city, indianapolis, but when he enters the fast-growing world of the adult entertainment industry, it gets lonely.

rating: R

warnings: smut, filmed sexual acts, drinking, smoking, mentions of BDSM/BDSM related tools. let me know if i've missed any.

authors note at the end :)

word count: 8.8K

The cool air of Indiana nipped at Eddie Munson’s cheek, the slight burn of his aftershave still leaving him grimacing in the presence of the blue building. As his cigarette came to just ashes and smoke, he stomped it out before walking inside the brightly lit studio, pushing his sunglasses to his hairline.

Hawkins left little to be desired after he graduated from high school, already feeling the unemployment office calling his name as the boys of corroded coffin went off to college. With his last check from The Hideout and necessities in his bag, he headed for Indianapolis. He would have gone further, but part of him couldn’t be too far from Wayne, ringing him every other day to recall the cheap french toast he ordered that made him experience euphoria or to ask Wayne about his j0b.

The latter always being responded with, “Same ole, same ole kid.”

He found a job at a local pub, not the kind he would perform at, but one that at least didn’t play Madonna every night. The walls were splattered with neon paint, posters of celebrities he had never heard of across them, and large, wooden bar counters with obscure stains.

He was, somehow, able to convince them to give him a chance bartending. He didn’t know if he’d be good, but he knew the paychecks far surpassed that of a busboy. Thankfully the people of the big city were much more accepting of long hair and loud personality, partially thanks to the liquor, but companys, company.

After a few months, he was operating by himself on weekdays, typically being greeted by the same older men who recalled stories of being in war or middle aged women sucking his red wine supply.

“Bourbon.” A middle aged man gruffed, slightly disheveled as a few buttons on his shirt were undone and his hair tousled. Eddie nodded, knowing better than to piss off the hand that feeds you, even when there was no hello or please.

“Sure thing.” Scrunching his sleeves to his elbows, the chilling air of November not reaching all the way to the back of the building. Pouring the copper drink into the logo-adorned glass, he placed it in front of the stressed man wordlessly.

“Thanks.” he responded shortly, downing it in one swing, signaling another round. Eddie’s eyebrows lifted, but nodded, grabbing the cup again and refilling it. He felt the strangers eyes bore onto his back, trying to remember if he wore any offensive clothing or forgot to wash out a stain.

Spinning back around, he set the cup down again, but the man's gaze didn’t falter. His thick rimmed glasses fell down the slope of his nose before he adjusted them, “What’s your name, kid?”

The air became warmer as Eddie analyzed him, trying to remember if he was a cop he pissed off in adolescence. He did have a cop-esq haircut, brown with shades of gray that was thinning the closer it got to his forehead.

“Eddie.” He quipped, grabbing a rag from under the counter to wipe up the reminisce condensation rings. The guy said nothing, still fixated on him as he straightened up the napkin stack. He wasn’t one to hold his tongue, something he had gotten better at since joining customer service, but this was testing his strength.

“Listen man, I’m not gay or anything, it’s cool if you are but could you stop checking me out.” Eddie blurted, watching the opposing face distorted to a loud laugh, coughing at the seeming absurdity of the statement.

His chortle faded into a quiet one as he sipped his drink, face clenching briefly before signaling another one with Eddie snatching it to restock. The glug noise was unprofessional, but he debated on just throwing it in his face alternatively, so subtle rebellion was going to be his best friend for the next few minutes.

Slamming the glass down, the drink swooshed and let some drip down the sides. He walked to the other end of the bar, checking the beer taps as he realized they closed in about a half hour. Relief rushed over him as he heard the stool squeak, but the annoyance quickly returned as he realized the blue collared man just moved closer.

“Eddie, I’m not gay, I’m a director. My name's Bill, I need an actor for a film and I think you’d be a good fit.” He clarified, clasping his hands in front of him, giving Eddie his time to cackle. His chest burned at how hard it came forth, expecting attempted murder before a scouting agent. Wiping his finger at the corner of his brown eyes, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Oh really? What kind of role? Will I have the honor of being freak number five in a John Hughes picture?” He joked, turning his back to try and make all the labels face towards the front, something that stephanie, the opening manager, relentlessly busted his balls over.

Returning to his time to laugh, Bill released a far airier one than before, leaning in closer, “You ever seen a dirty movie?”

Within two weeks, Eddie had quit his job and was earning almost double what he made a month in half the time. He never thought porn would be his profession, especially being considered a late bloomer and losing his virginity at 20 to a random girl from The Hideout. His look made him distinct, which he knew, but this was in a positive way.

His edgy persona and taste was combated by his warmness, making him appealing to the ever growing female centric demographic, he could be rough as long as it showed he cared. He was also endearing to the queer crowd, finding his outlandishness and comfortability relatable and easier to ease into than most mainstream content.

“Hey kiddo!” Bill waved, coffee steaming from his mug, sipping it loudly before refreshingly sighing, “How’s my favorite rockstar?”

Despite their weird meeting, Bill became a mentor for Eddie over the past few months as his films gained popularity. He learned the ins and outs of the industry, who was worthy of working with and who you should avoid like the plague.

“Just peachy, Captain.” Eddie saluted, going for his dressing room in the front hallway that connected to the various rooms used for filming. The room was painted a soft green and had become personalized as Eddie stayed longer. Black Sabbath, W.A.S.P. and old Corroded Coffin posters, Sweetheart the guitar on the dedicated stand, and a mug on his vanity that was filled with pens and miscellaneous things he always forgot to remove.

Turning on his boombox, he removed his black sweatpants and tank top, leaving him in tight boxers that left little to the imagination. Shrugging on the fanciest thing he owned, he absorbed the warmth of the freshly dried robe that had his name embroidered in golden thread on the breast.

The guitar riffs of Tony Iommi flooded his ears, practicing the notes with an invisible guitar despite the real one in arms reach. A steady knock interrupted his train of thought as he huffed, pausing the song with a click and marching to his door to swing it open.

“Oh hey, I just figured I'd say hi.” A girl said, standing with your feet turned in and hands at the strap of the messenger bag slung over your shoulder. A floral, knee length dress covered you modestly and the flat white sneakers on your feet showed stark contrast in your heights.

“Sup, Eddie.” He pursed his lips together and shut the door, hitting the play button once more. This wasn’t the first time a friend of a star came on set, tried to flirt and then had a fit. He just didn’t have the energy to care at this point, deciding to resume his attention to the scathing voice of Ozzy himself.

As the track concluded, he heard the call to set, a signal that still brought chills down his spine. Despite being a seasoned professional, it was still relatively awkward to get naked and orgasm in front of people. Thankfully he often worked with a consistent background crew and only had to gamble on which star he would be paired with, unless it was a solo scene which was a whole other set of nerves.

Shaking his shoulders, he took a deep breath and bounced on his toes. He grabbed the old bottle of perfume he had claimed as his own once an actor left it, spraying it over his chest as it cooled his skin. Fluffing his hair in the mirror, he meticulously fiddled with it as if someone's hands wouldn’t run through it in mere minutes.

With his game face on, he sauntered to the backroom that was painted black with a soundstage built inside it. The scene was set in a bedroom with beige walls and a floral comforter. Most of his scenes were moderate in nature, not entirely vanilla with some angsty elements. The more extreme ones weren’t very common and were, typically, with stars he had worked with before, which gave him a clue that this wasn’t one he had worked with before.

“Alright! now, meet my main man, Eddie!” Bill announced from behind, declaring your name, as Eddie’s hair whipped quickly, his eyes setting on the same girl from before, now in just a robe. His eyes enlarged briefly before returning to normal size, looking you up and down. Bill ushered you further onto set, giving you a tour of the studio as Eddie walked to the prop bed. Plopping down, he heard the spring squeak as he sat, his leg instantly beginning to shake impatiently.

He typically knew who his co-stars were, either from peers in the industry or having seen one of their films himself. But he had no idea who this was. He rubbed the corner of his lips, feeling a bit of toothpaste that accidentally traveled with him and wiped it off.

Frantic Bill was not the most enjoyable one, but it was the one the staff always received the morning of shooting. With four cups of coffee and counting, mixed with employees asking questions that could wait till after they were wrapped or mistakes that could be easily avoided, Bill was borderline manic.

“Alright Eddie, you don’t make me nervous, I know that you know what to do. But our new starlet is fresh, she’s only done solo flicks, so if somethings off, just say the word and we’ll adjust.” Bill rambled, hand twitching against his blue jeans that had patches of faded denim scattered across them from continuous wear.

Eddie nodded, “Okay cool, just wondering though, why am I working with a newcomer?” The question was warranted, he was quickly becoming one of the most sought after male actors and it was almost unheard of to have someone of his level with someone so inexperienced. VHS tapes were flying off shelves that had his name scribbled across them and he didn’t want one bad tape to ruin the rest of them.

The older man chuckled, placing a firm hand on Eddie's shoulder and jolting it playfully. “She’s a natural, her solos were so popular, people were writing to the fucking distributers about when her first paired scene would happen!”

Before Eddie could question anymore, Bill walked away with the beckon of his name, but you strolled over shortly after. While Eddie didn’t want to deal with the awkward situation he had dug himself into, it was better than ruminating in his own thoughts, so he turned when he felt the edge of the bed sink beside him.

He recalled your name mentioned earlier, but pushed it back as it was unprofessional to use a partner's name while filming.The name usually stitched on the robe typically matched their stage name, so that was the only one that needed familiarity.

“Eos?” Eddie snorted, making your head snap in his direction as he read the name on you. Your eyebrows furrowed, tilting your head to get a better look at his. his eyes were downcasted, focusing on the bracelets on his wrists.

“Yes?” You replied, bringing one leg to bend on the bed, facing his side profile “I didn’t mean to interrupt you earlier, I just wanted to introduce myself-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, just another scene, yeah?” He interjected, but only made you more confused than before. Of course you knew his name already and practically made yourself sick from nerves on the taxi over, but now you subtly wished you had been assigned with someone else.

The atmosphere was thick as the bustling crew assembled the equipment, clattering metal against the firm floor. You focused on the blush fake carpet beneath your feet, looking at the roots of the fabric and counting how many knots there were. It helped calm your already present nerves that only increased due to your partner’s reserved mood.

“Hey!” A voice called, snapping both of your attentions to the cameraman who diverted his attention to you, peering through the lens, “I’m Rich, let’s get some angle ideas while we wait, I already know Eddie's. If you’re comfortable we could try it without the robe”

You nodded as Eddie placed his hands on his knees, standing up with a groan. Stretching his back, it popped loud enough to make you flinch as you stood. You slid off your garment to reveal a simple pink bra with light lace with a matching set of panties that fit you perfectly. Returning to the sheets, you sat in the previous position and adjusted your hair.

“Let's try one against the pillows, legs bent and spread. Again, feel free to veto any placement or cover yourself.” He affirmed, but you nodded, scooting back until you hit the plush pillows. settling against them, your legs slowly dragged open, holding onto the back of your knees to steady yourself.

Eddie made the mistake of looking up as Rich commanded you into compromising positions, having you on your elbows and knees, skin shining beneath the bright lights. Taking a hard swallow, he went to fetch some water, hoping everything would be sorted out by the time he returned. To his luck, he was now late.

“Munson! Showtime!” Rich hollered from the main room just as the bottle hit his lips, chugging the whole thing as he walked, using the back of his wrist to wipe at the corner of his mouth. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, hands in lap and ankles daintily crossed.

Tossing the empty bottle in a trash can, he reached the blinding lights as a stylist came up to him to fix his hair. This was clearly not a scene that needed much excess, as there was no script prewritten or plot, this was pure sex. Your face had light makeup on, contrast to some of his other scenes where his partners wore charcoal black or vibrant reds, which was good as well.

Shrugging down his layers, he stood in his underwear, hands resting on his hips with a tilt as each stylist made their finishing touches on both of you.

Eddie watched as you gnawed on the inside of your lip, the foot balancing on the other, shaking sporadically with nerves. He remembers his first scene, not having done solo till later, where the woman was almost twice his age with a sultry voice. Before this gig, girls wouldn’t give him the time of day and he figured it had something to do with him. When in reality, he just had to get the fuck out of Hawkins.

The woman's long acrylics dragged across his pale skin as she rode him, praising his dick and how good he was making her feel by just existing. Thankfully the analytical aspects of the industry, like stopping mid-thrust to put more mascara on or to adjust a curtain, helped keep him emotionally removed from his co-workers.

“Give ‘em hell, kid.” Bill winked, punching your shoulder gently before retreating behind the camera. It helped to have people like Bill on set, someone who wouldn’t sexualize his stars despite the context of the work, to him you were people. It wasn’t common to receive this kind of treatment, especially as a woman.

You nodded curtly, positioning to stand near the side of the bed, facing where Eddie stood. His attention was diverted towards the crew, face blank as he listened to a conversation he wasn’t involved in. You observed the varying tripods being set up at different locations, counting at least four cameras that would be utilized during this.

“Quiet on set!” Bill yelled, the whole room falling into automatic silence, “Now, since this is ‘Eos’ first partner scene and Eddie is fairly seasoned, we’re gonna start with just improv. Do what feels right, just have sex at some point.”

Eddie's lip tilted to a faint smirk as he gave a thumbs up while you stuck to nodding, you’d probably pull a neck muscle by the end of this. The crew gave their calls to begin, another man standing fairly close with a boom microphone above your heads, but carefully out of frame. While everything felt so robotic, you put your head in the zone, the man who won’t even bother to look your way is the love of your life for the next hour.

“Action!” Bill's voice boomed, Eddie's eyes finally flickering towards yours. They were a soft brown, twinkling with underlying mischief, as he sauntered towards you. Looking up at him, you glanced at his lips, still decorating a subtle grin, before shutting your eyes.

His lips pressed against yours, soft and damp from the water he had downed. There was a hint of tobacco lingering from his mouth as he opened it more, sliding his tongue against yours. You barely registered how one of his hands cupped your cheek while the other found home at your waist.

His touch was firm, calloused fingertips itching your skin and tucking hair behind your ear. You grasped his biceps, still weary of what kind of touch was acceptable. Walking backwards, you fell onto your bottom on the mattress. Eddie let out a soft laugh as your cheeks burned, but the film rolled on as you scooted further on the bed, your white heels on the comforter.

“You’re gonna have to change your sheets now, Sweetheart.” He remarked cockily, yanking your ankles in both hands to lift the shoes from the fabric as you laid down. His fingers danced against the buckle of the shoe, brushing past the veins on top of your feet.

“Give me a better reason to wash them.” You smiled, looking at him through your lashes and fluttering them for extra effect. An eyebrow of his shot up as he lowered his attention to the lace covering you, pulling the lower half down your legs.

Tossing the flimsy piece to the ground, he lowered himself to hover above you, meeting your lips again as his clothed cock rubbed against your bare pussy. His nose pressed against yours, a bit cold against your burning skin, with his teeth catching your lower lip. Your legs wrapped around his waist, the heels pressing lightly into his thighs

“Good, wanted to fuck you in these all night anyways.” He remarked, slinking back to put your legs against his chest, pressing a quick kiss to your inner ankle. Despite his vulgarity, the faint moments of affection were assuring.

Eddie crouched down, resting between your legs and practically wearing your plush thighs. Nipping gently at the sensitive skin, his grip moved to your knees, pushing them to the sides as he inched closer to your throbbing sex.

His talent of cunnilingus should have been no surprise as he had given you no reason to doubt his mouth's abilities, he was just usually too busy being a bit of a smart ass for you to admire it thus far. But just as his lips moved against yours carefully, he repeated against your lower set.

The silk skin danced too delicately against his coarse breath, your wetness giving him more accessibility to drag it up and down. You let out a shaky breath which fluctuated to a moan as he sucked your clit. Your head threw back as his digits ran through your slick until his middle one plunged into your cunt.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered, hands resting upon your own breasts, trailing over your nipples as they perked up. You shuttered as Eddie found your deepest point, retreating to add another finger and finding it again swiftly.

A moan left his mouth, giving extra vibrations to coarse through your veins and a hint of pride. His hips jutted against the bed as he indulged between your legs, he wanted to make a joke about how you were definitely eating pineapple, but opted not to as you moaned again.

“Want you in my mouth, please.” You breathed, propping up on your elbows as his brown iris flashed to yours. He made a show of your dripping ecstasy on his fingers while you sat up, flattening your tongue against them before sucking them clean.

He tried his best to hide his shock, focusing on freeing himself of his last bit of clothing, hissing as it sprang free and fell to the floor next to yours. He stepped back to give you room to kneel before him, racking a hand through his mane as you unclasped your bra. It joined the haphazard pile beside you as you inched closer until your tongue slid against the underside of his length.

“Hope it’ll all fit in my mouth, want to taste all of it.” You remarked, letting your lips graze his balls, showing how large his cock was compared to your face. A money shot.

While Eddie hadn’t paid much attention to you beforehand, he definitely was now. Especially as he watched you jerk him and took turns sucking on his balls. He let a string of curses slip past his lips, shutting his eyes with his head tilted back. He felt your attention diverted as gentle kisses pressed against his thigh and then his cock.

“Hmp, aren’t you sweet?” he mused, looking down and putting hands in your hair as you sucked on his tip, “Giving me kisses, you spoil me, beautiful.” He watched as you took more of him, cheeks hollowing and spit accumulating around him.

Things were running much smoother than Eddie initially predicted. He didn’t expect much, which was a good start. During his first few videos, he thought he would fall in love with everyone, but always ended up annoyed.

There was a seamless transition as he helped you back onto the bed, kissing you despite both of your juices on opposing lips. His forearm helped him balance as you cupped his face, deepening the embrace as he slid himself through your fold. As his tip intruded, you whimpered into the kiss, making him stop half way.

“You okay?” He whispered, head lifting a tad, seeing a small hint of glaze across them. You nodded, kissing him again feverishly as he pushed in. He thrusted shallowly, taking time to get you adjusted to his size rather than immediately going for it, which you appreciated.

The sounds you produced were salacious, but flowed so effortlessly as the tempo accelerated. He watched as you bounced, breasts matching his pace in harmony. His mouth danced across your neck, sucking at any spot that elicited a favorable noise, making his way down to your chest.

As his lips wrapped around the bud, you cried out, hands going for his hair and heels pressing to his ass. Growling, he popped off, fondling the other breast to showcase a similar response. You were so responsive and it never seemed inauthentic, it just happened.

“Can feel you squeezin’ me'' Eddie began, resting his forehead against yours, “Come for me, do it.” He gritted as you whimpered, nails trailing down his back as your body relaxed further into his touches.

“You feel so good, I'm gonna come.” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he rubbed your bundle of nerves. You withered against his chest until succumbing to his witchcraft, riding it out until Eddie had to pull out. His cock was a bright red as he pumped it, aiming for your stomach as he chased his conclusion.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s my girl.” He chanted as white ropes decorated your lower tummy, a blissful smile coming to his face as you regain your composure. You swiped your fingers through his masterpiece, humming as you tasted it.

“This is definitely worth a trip to the laundromat.” You bit your lip, suppressing the cheeky smile until you heard them call cut.

Both of you jumped at the sudden noise, seemingly in a daze for the past 30 minutes. His body felt electric as he came down from his orgasm, sitting beside you on the bed as an assistant gave you towels and your robes.

Eddie watched as the black towel absorbed the remaining mess on your stomach, dipping in your belly button to be sure it was all clean. He stood and threw on his robe, warm as someone returned it to the dryer. He heard you sigh as you put yours on, embracing the warmth on your nude body.

“Oh, you are gonna be huge!” Bill exclaimed, hands clapping together, “You were a fucking natural!” Your cheeks warmed furiously at his remarks, crossing your arms against your waist.

“And you, my boy, killer per usual!” Bill concluded, pushing his large glasses on his nose before racing to the crew to start cleaning up. While he had just spent the past half an hour inside you, Eddie was at a loss for words.

He debated on saying how you really were picking it up naturally, that it was a fun scene to film, but that was too much. Too much for his post-finish mind and the fact he didn’t usually mingle with people he only worked with once.

“‘Kay, see ya ‘round.” He interrupted the silence, walking off to his dressing room without even looking in your direction. You stood in slight shock, but went to your respective room, just yours was a guest suite.

It was naive to believe one scene would lead to friendship, but a basic conversation would’ve been appreciated. you had to just keep reminding yourself why you’re here and that is for yourself. To pay your bills, to abide by your schedule, and to make you happy. Eddie munson wasn’t going to ruin that for you.

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“Can you please not smoke that in my car!” Steve huffed while making a left turn, focusing on the road as an exhausted Eddie sat next to him, cigarette between his lips. The sun was on the cusp of rising as they made their way to the studio, one of the only cars on the road and surrounded by neon signs that informed of free rooms or late night specials.

“Sorry.” Eddie grumbled, flicking the tobacco out the window and onto the cement. The soft hint of smoke was visible in the rear view until a truck drove over it, but he closed his eyes shortly after.

While he had left many people back in Hawkins, he didn’t expect two people to follow him; Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. They had gotten close a few months prior, an interesting dynamic of personalities that were all eccentric, but worked surprisingly well under one roof. The pair was looking for an out, equally tired of the dreary atmosphere of the small town they grew up in.

The circumstances of Eddie’s new career were not discovered until Steve and Robin worked at a Family Video in the big city, sorting through the new content to see their best friend and roommate kissing the neck of a busty woman. After staring at the plastic case, they shoved it in her bag under the counter and continued with their day.

“Dude!” Robin exclaimed, slamming the front door to their apartment, Steve barely squeezing in. Eddie jumped in the recliner, clutching his chest, whipping his head around to see them rushing forward. She flung the tape into his lap, still astounded at the obscure situation they were now in. Just a few months prior, Eddie couldn’t even get laid, now he was doing it for his career.

Boisterously laughing, he held it up next to his face, “They went with this picture?”

Hours of stories ensued over what his newfound career consisted of, such as who he worked with or discovering that cherry lube makes him break out in hives. The three laughed without an ounce of awkwardness, but he found something in Steve’s eyes, curiosity.

Steve’s first scene would be later that week and he quickly became a fellow golden boy of the studio, soft features that enchanted audiences, but had dominance if needed. He ended up enjoying it more than he thought he would, treating it seriously and not just an excuse to have sex. Eddie caught him making a data sheet for work and bullied him for two weeks about it.

“It’s alright, man, I know it’s early.” Steve calmed his tone, pulling into the parking lot with sparse cars. Early morning shoots weren’t Eddie's forte, but Steve did them frequently, so he tagged along since he had a scene right after.

The sound of combat boots and sneakers hit the hard floor as the duo walked in to find the snack table littered with donuts, fruit, and coffee. Rummaging through to find the perfect ensemble of breakfast options, Steve cringed as Eddie put four bags of sugar and two creams into his small coffee.

“Fuck off man, I can’t smoke my cigs or drink coffee in peace?” Eddie jested, bumping his shoulder with his own as he walked to Steve’s dressing room. He gave a quick wave to the production assistants that were setting up, observing the room they created in the few hours since Eddie had been here last night for his own scene with you.

Rolling his eyes, Steve ate quickly before undressing and putting on his own robe while his friend sat and flipped through the random magazines on the table. He began reading about the latest Mustang model and the new advantages, not even registering Steve leaving.

Eddie still had his van, the same one he got for his 17th birthday after Uncle Wayne met him halfway with funds. With consistent income, he could afford a better car with some extra detailing, but he didn’t see the need. His van did what it needed; It drove, it had air conditioning, and it could play loud music.

Interrupting his reading was the sound of his stomach rumbling, making him rise to head to the snack table, toeing off his boots to avoid making extra noise. The sound of mumbling was heard through the walkway, the room for snacks and costumes connected to the filming room. Flinching as Rich yelled for the set to be quiet, he munched on his chocolate donut that covered his fingertips.

“Good morning.” He heard Steve mumble, a husky morning voice that wasn’t too much of a stretch from his real one, but it made Eddie want to laugh nonetheless. Sticking his finger in his mouth and popping it off, he turned to make his way to reclusion.

“Morning handsome.” You replied pleasantly, making Eddie freeze. He didn’t even consider the fact you would be here today, yesterday was your first duet anyways, but now curiosity was getting the best of him as he walked to the brim of the room.

The decor was cozy, plain colors with an abstract outline painting or two on the faux walls. You laid beside Steve, comforter pooled around both your waists as his hand relaxed at the edge, rubbing soothing circles. Stretching your back, you squeaked pleasantly at pop, your lingerie dress frame pushing closer to his chest.

Your noses rubbed against each other briefly as you inched closer, his lips trailing down to your neck, sloppy pecks slowly decorating your skin.

“What are you up to?” You giggled, pushing away playfully and laying your back against the white sheets.

He gave a fake gasp, “What? Am I not allowed to love my girlfriend?”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” He clarified, brushing some of your hair away from your face, “I just like to do it this way.” He met your mouth in a sweet kiss, his hand cupping your jaw as he shifted on top of you.

Eddie watched captivated, he usually found watching his friends scenes more boring than anything, he had seen Steve’s penis more times than he would've liked. Your skin glistening under the gentle glow of the rising sun that was shining through the window, it seemed almost angelic.

Steve pulled off your dress revealing no underwear, making him laugh earnestly as you covered your face. He grabbed your wrist and pulled them away, pecking your cheeks and nose.

“Oh, but I'm the vulgar one?” He teased, pushing his own boxers down until you were both nude. Fitting almost like a puzzle piece, his body leaned against yours as he slid a finger through your wet folds. The boom mic picked up the lewd sound, hearing it through the operator's headphones only a few feet in front of Eddie.

He blushed at the noise even though a day before he had his face between your thighs. He watched as Steve thrusted inside you, finding a pace quickly as if he had made love to you for years prior.

The growing intimacy of the scene made Eddie feel like a voyeur, observing as an attentive boyfriend pleasing his sweet girlfriend without an ounce of masochism. He wishes you had received a script yesterday and that he got more opportunities to do scenes like this, where he could play a passionate devotee.

While he only did hardcore scenes every other week, he still boardered the line more often than someone like Steve. Eddie’s looks were a blessing and a curse, finding himself in more obscure settings than just ones of a lover. He wasn’t boyfriend material in the industry or in general, seemingly.

His own strife was interrupted to the sound of skin slapping, finding you bouncing on top of Steve with your hands planted on his chest. Your knees were secured at his sides, running a hand through your hair as it leaned back, moaning as Steve went further inside you.

Hips swiveling in a calculated motion that seemed effortless, he groaned as his feet pushed against the blanket. Hugging you to his front and propping up his feet, he began thrusting into you as you cried out.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck-” He moaned, “I love you.”

“I love you so much, don’t stop, please!”

With no doubt it was 100% acting, Eddie still felt a foreign clench in his chest as he watched Steve ‘make love’ to you. He wishes he hadn’t been so skittish yesterday as he thought of how his actions may have been perceived, palming his face subconsciously as he went to his own dressing room now.

It was a half hour before his own scene, but he grabbed his outfit on the way, observing the dark latex. It was an intense scene, recalling Bill mentioning a BDSM shoot this week as he looked at the calendar hanging behind his door. While he tried his damn hardest to not bring his own issues into his work, part of him felt frustrated and he was unsure if it was due to sexual needs or emotionally.

Taking off his day clothes, he was only in a set of latex pants that clung to him so closely, he was worried he would rip them before he even started. It still felt foreign to be the subject of attraction, more similar to a facade rather than true confidence. While the films brought him a better sense of self, sometimes as he looked in the mirror into his own eyes, he saw himself in high school, washing off the food someone threw at him.

Shaking his thoughts, he grabbed a cigarette from his discarded jacket and cracked open the window. Cupping the tip, he lit the end to inhale the tobacco, sighing as it infiltrated and evacuated his lungs. The wind blew at his bangs, reminding him to get a trim at some point before his vision was impaired.

As the stick faded into smoke, Eddie watched the cars driving past quickly, loud music and honking slotting between the breeze. The warmth nipped at his fingertips with a hiss, smashing it against the window sill and sweeping the ash. Flicking it into the bin and slumping on the couch, he was interrupted by a faint knock.

“Hey killer.” The voice called, waiting a moment before appearing with a cheeky smile. Leaning against the wooden door was Angie, a woman Eddie and Steve had both worked with numerous times, dressed in black lingerie under her slightly opened robe with hair and makeup done with precision. She was a veteran, starting in the late 70s when tapes were slowly becoming more accepted, and now in her early 30s.

“Hey, Ang!” Eddie smiled, “You my partner today?” She nodded, stepping further in as the door shut. She was one of the nicer women he worked with, not that most were vile, but she was warm. She never let you feel her stress or inhibitions, doing a scene with her meant you could relax into it, no matter how intense.

“Nice pants.” She snickered as Eddie's legs swung clumsily, rising with an eye roll. Following her out, he slipped on his own robe as they walked towards the other studio room.

“Hey Ang?” Eddie began hesitantly, “Is it okay if we’re a little rougher today? If not, totally cool.” He felt weird asking for what he wanted in scenes, but if it was going to be a dominant and submissive one, it seemed like a good time to ask.

Nodding with a hum, she adjusted the strap on her shoe and held his shoulder prohibiting his walk. Giving him a pat, she walked again, fluffing her hair as they entered the stage. The black room was filled with various devices, from vibrators, paddles, ropes and any other thing you could think of.

The shoot wasn’t a long one, all of these devices wouldn’t be used, but his curiosity peaked when she ran her nail against the objects, deciding which ones she felt comfortable using. He, or the director, would be allowed to veto if they didn’t see fit, but it had to be something she was comfortable with in the first place.

The manicured hand gathered her weapons, laying them on the bed in a jumbled manor. A vibrator, paddle, rope, and lube. These mixed with his own hands kick started his adrenaline as they spoke through the guidelines, some of her own rules and his. No spitting (her), no hickeys (both, makes filming other scenes difficult), and others. With her back against the black leather, his thighs squeaking beneath the latex, he took a deep breath as the red light flashed over the camera.

—

“Hey dude, have you seen the TV remote?” Robin called out to Eddie as he stepped inside their apartment, her head pressed to the floor as she looked under the sofa. Lifting his shoe, he began to pull at the laces and toss them to the cubby in the entrance hallway between Steve’s trainers and Robin’s sneakers.

He shrugged making his way in the kitchen, opening the cupboard to mostly half empty bags of chips or cereal. Digging through, he found no luck on food, but helped his friend solve her problem.

“Why the fuck is the remote in the pantry?” Eddie laughed, turning around and throwing it her way, dropping it almost instantly. Rolling her eyes with a grunt, the TV clicked on and was placed on the side table.

Eventually settling on Lucky Charms, he grabbed an obnoxiously large bowl and filled it, finding a medium sized spoon to eat it with. He hated using large spoons and would rather eat it with a knife than a spoon that had way too many pieces on it. Flopping onto the old sofa, sock clad feet crossing over the ottoman, the pair watched a rerun of Match Game.

“How was work?” Robin broke the silence, seeing Eddie’s mouth filled with milk seeping out, his hand coming up to wipe it as he chewed.

While the nature of the men’s work seemed scandalous, there was no one who took it as comedically as Robin. Initially astounded that she not only befriended, but roomed with porn stars was soon turned to amusement at the true antics behind the theatrics. She’s seen Eddie scream after having to wax his ass, gone to pick Steve up from the studio after he fell mid scene and twisted his ankle, and both of them getting pink eye from fluid in their eyes.

The uncountable amount of stories she could recollect would make a killer coffee table book and she was always up to hearing more. While she could make an impulsive face, the last thing she’d do would genuinely judge them, all three of them could be themselves.

When they all moved in together, Robin had to come out to Eddie, feeling the same pit in her stomach as when she told Steve. The speech she mentally prepared of, “Oh it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable living with me, I’ll find somewhere else.” Was quickly dissolved when Eddie nonchalantly responded with, “Shit, I love pussy too, much better than a dude’s ass. Trust me.”

She didn’t ask further about that one initially, though.

“It was fine, worked with Angie on this BDSM scene.” He replied, taking another bite as the laugh track rolled in the back. She nodded, fingers fiddling with the cuff on her blue jeans, eyebrows raising in curiosity.

“Really? I feel like you haven’t mentioned one of those in a while.” She added, looking at him again, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. He wasn’t a prude, in any sense of the word, but the scene today was enough to make warmth rise.

“Nah, it’s been a week,” He chuckled, “It was pretty intense. Choking, spanking, orgasm denial, vibrators- I mean at one point she started crying. She was okay though, didn’t safeword or anything, but it was one of those scenes that makes both of you fucking exhausted.”

Their attention was pulled to the switch of programming, seeing a rerun of The Golden Girls come on, bobbing their head to the catchy tune. Unsure as to why, but they typically ended up watching it at least once a week, joking that Robin was Rose, Steve was Blanche, and Eddie was Dorthy.

“Ah gotcha. Steve came back for like 5 minutes then went to lunch with his scene partner.” She divulged, taking a sip from her water, “She was nice.”

“Yeah, I had a scene with her yesterday, but I think I came off like a dick. I was kind of.” Eddie admitted, setting the empty bowl down and pulling at the hair on his brow. The constant scolding from not only Wayne, but his management team didn’t defer him from the anxious habit. He once had to wear eyebrow makeup during a particularly stressful week, a hole forming that Bill insisted be covered.

He thought back to the glimpse of their scene, wrapped arms around each other in genuine pleasure. The sunlight hitting skin just right with breathy moans infiltrating his subconscious.

Robin nodded, if anyone would understand coming off wrong, it would be her. They had both been guilty of a loose mouth, babbling unintentionally or making an offhand comment. It was never done in malice. Social cues, anxiety, or insecurity always seemed to smack them right in the face.

“Don’t get in your head about it, Eds.” She assured, hand draping over the back of the couch, “It was one scene, from the sound of it, she’ll be around more. Just try to extend an olive branch. Steve is just a charismatic doofus, especially with the ladies which I’ll never understand why.”

Steve’s innate ability to captivate women, and men, was a God-given talent. It was hard for anyone to really dislike Steve, it explains how his polar opposites became his best friends, even though as they grew closer they discovered more similarities. Truthfully, it was something Eddie envied, how he could walk in a room and people would gravitate. Eddie had to fight for his relationships or they started over a common interest, like Hellfire or Corroded Coffin.

As Eddie opened his mouth to reply, the sound of the key turning had their heads turning to watch as you and Steve walked in. Both much more awake than they were hours before, smiling as their conversation from outside fizzled out.

“Hey Robin, Eddie.” You chirped, voice light as you threw an awkward wave, falling at your side with a reticent laugh. Steve pushed his yellow sweater to his elbows as the door shut behind them, walking fully into the living room as Steve called your name.

“Eddie, I didn’t know you guys filmed together yesterday!” Steve quipped, hand leaning against the opposing couch as you stood beside him. You looked notably relaxed at the moment, despite your cool composure at work, Eddie liked seeing his coworkers outside to see how much of a persona they exuded.

“Yeah.” He coughed, sitting forward to lean on his knees, “It was a good scene, you were great.” He cursed himself for his voice dropping half an octave as his nerves ate at him, he wanted to be your friend, but with no figurines or records to bond over, he was struggling to find new resources.

You nodded, tucking hair behind your ear and thanking him. It felt nice to have reassurance after what had occurred the day before. He seemed reserved as he did yesterday, but there was a hint of a smile, leaving the smirk behind in front of lights.

Steve bid you farewell as you left their place, the room silent until he reentered, slightly baffled. Throwing his hands up in confusion, staring directly at the mop-headed boy on the couch who was trying to pretend The Golden Girls was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

“What was that? She said you were kind of a douche yesterday, my words not hers, she was more polite.” Steve scoffed, crossing his arms, “She’s super nice and our age!”

“Listen, I didn’t mean to come off as a dick, okay? I guess I just get awkward with new people.” Eddie huffed, rubbing his hands over his face laced with tension. Shit, he needed a cigarette.

“What are you even saying, you hit it off with all of them at work? You will talk anyones ear off about DND or one of the bands you like!” Steve exasperated, not believing Eddie’s comment in the slightest. He had befriended most on set, but he can admit he had become slightly more reserved in comparison to his high school tyraids.

Eddie scoffed, grabbing his bowl, walking past Robin who sat in atypical silence. As the boys relocated to the kitchen, she rushed to her bedroom, leaving the door open to hear any juicy details for her future memoir.

“I don’t know, man. I’m gonna try to be more open, some things have just been off lately.” Eddie revealed, hands on the kitchen sink rim, “I can’t take it out on her or anybody. Hopefully we’ll work together again so I can strike a conversation.”

Steve nodded slowly, Eddie never talked about his feelings, even vaguely. The revelation must have been a significant act of exposure, so he quit the banter, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s not permanent, I’m sure she’s cool. Hey! Let’s go to Dinos together, maybe this weekend?” Steve suggested, recalling their local bar, that would be good for getting to know each other better, while hearing Robin’s door open quickly as she hurried in.

“Oo that sounds fun! Let’s go to Dinos!” Robin proclaimed, elbowing Steve jokingly, while Eddie shrugged and agreed. The two others walked away, leaving him to clean his cereal bowl in silence. The pack in his pocket practically etched into his skin as he finished up, going to their porch and shutting the sliding glass behind him.

The sun was down, but the sky was still light, bright colored stars decorating the galaxy in abstract shapes. The crescent moon was behind some faint clouds, making it appear murky in comparison. Grabbing his lighter, he lit the stick swiftly and inhaled the tobacco.

Sitting on the cheap lawn chair, his feet propped up against the rickety railing, the sound of rust colliding with his socks. The faint buzz of street lights beneath him hummed in his ear as he tapped his fingers, closing his eyes as he took a drag.

Eddie tried his best not to be philosophical or ponder too much on his past, always finding himself more frustrated than rehabilitated. But as he got older, he found it harder to ignore his own conscience. Sometimes his brain drifted off in a direction it typically didn’t, a road that included no killer guitar solos or the voices of those around him.

He kept having a recurring dream about this road. He stood in the middle, surrounded by struggling crops, entering a season foreign to them. Sometimes he would be in younger, shaved head and baggy jeans, a teenager in a gym uniform, or now with a costume on from work like a pizza delivery outfit. Initially struggling to pinpoint if he had encountered this place before, he soon found solace in it, even if it just existed for him.

Part of him liked going to sleep, knowing he’d have a chance to find this place where the road was disintegrating haltingly, the paint chipping in chunks. As his hand ran against the chair he sat in, he could picture himself there, skimming past the rotting produce.

The cigarette between his lips neared its end, the fire fizzling into smoke as he stumped it out. He heard the phone ring beside him, the cord connected inside, the one that was placed out here when Robin heard too much of a phone call between Steve and a one night stand. Privacy is sacred nowadays. Especially for Robin, apparently.

“Hello?” Eddie gruffed, coughing with a bit of rustiness, sniffling at the chilly air.

“Eddie! My boy!” Bill cheered, practically seeing the cigar between his teeth. Eddie let out a puff of air, smiling and running fingers against his brows.

“What’s up, Bill?” Eddie inquired, calls later in the day were fairly uncommon due to how often Eddie and Steve were at the studio. He wasn’t even supposed to work tomorrow.

“I got news, kiddo. Management thinks Eos will be our next big thing, but they’re debating on releasing her video with Steve before the one with you.” Bill explained as Eddie placed the phone between his cheek and shoulder.

He should’ve seen this coming, kicking himself as his eyes shut tight. He shouldn’t be frustrated at Steve, his best friend who had been there for him more times than he could count and vice versa. But sometimes as he looked at him, he felt a burning in his chest, not of anger or jealousy or desire, it was more obscure.

It felt like being in middle school, entering a new school after moving a city over to live with Wayne. His stature was smaller than those around him, not yet hitting a significant growth spurt or the latter part of puberty. The older boys surrounding him laughed with deep voices, clothes that weren’t too baggy or too tight, and with friends who seemingly didn’t care about either of those things. Eddie cared about not having things that came natural to some boys, like charisma or stereotypical looks. Even as he had grown to like his appearance, sometimes twelve year old Eddie stands before him all alone, like he had been for years.

“I think yours should be first, but they need more convincing, think you can come in tomorrow at 9? We can discuss with both of you what the scene should be themed, then a few hours later we’ll shoot. Nothing crazy, just something simple and sweet.” Bill interjected the man's internal monologue, jolting him to stand straighter, hand on the phone. Simple and sweet rang through his ears more than it should.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Thanks.” He replied as he wished him a goodnight, leaving him alone once more with the sound of static.

Simple and sweet.

Finally.

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