Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Fractured Love

  Two months had gone by and Eddie had done extremely well at avoiding the gas station on Friday night. He hadn't seen Beth at all since she broke down crying and begged him to leave and never come to see her at work again. In the meantime Eddie had gotten a job managing the dairy department at the grocery store in town. He had good, clean money coming in.

Wayne was so proud of Eddie it bursted through him every time he saw his nephew in his polo shirt and name tag. Eddie refused to put his hairnet on until he absolutely had to, but Wayne could imagine how professional and grown up it made him look. They were doing pretty well, things were a lot easier. A change jar on the kitchen counter was labeled "new car" and they both contributed every single day.

The van was falling apart, all the new wear and tear from driving to work really did a number on her. She still ran but barely. It seemed as though Eddie had turned a new leaf. To the untrained eye, he was finally growing up. He was taking school seriously, electing to try for once. It was never difficult, it was just boring.

Nobody seemed to realize just how much money Eddie was really bringing in. Hellfire Club still had their meetings, Corroded Coffin still played shows and had band practice, but Eddie was now selling to everyone who worked or shopped at the grocery store. A lot of the cashiers wanted coke as they were working several jobs, paying their way through school. One cashier in particular was dancing at a club just outside of Hawkins and had invited Eddie to come see her and meet with the owner.

They had set up a pretty substantial operation. Hawkins PD had a few pill poppers who turned a blind eye so they could keep buying cheap. Eddie had an exit plan, his dad was getting out of prison in a couple months and would be grateful to take over. If anyone got caught they were told to sing like a bird. Eddie had no real aspirations, aside from the band, and he knew Hawkins wasn't really the place for breakout rockstars.

  Since Beth had told Eddie she couldn't support her son off drug money, he had realized that really was all he was good for. The management position at the store paid barely anything, they knew he was a "troubled kid" and would take anything to have a job. He did his best, he needed some excuse to have full pockets. He started to consider throwing this all in Beth's face and proving her wrong. His adoration for her had turned into bitterness as he couldn't let himself fall into bed with random women anymore.

  He had tried to take a girl home from The Hideout. She had been snorting shit all night and didn't want the party to end. Eddie was feeling the same way. They were kissing in his van outside of her apartment, biting and sucking all over each other. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't Beth. The thought of her caused his body to become repulsed at the touch of this woman. For the first time in his life, Eddie Munson couldn't keep it up.

  Word had got around with all the local groupies, and it only made them thirstier for him. Everyone secretly wanted to be the girl to cure the town freak of his sudden onset erectile dysfunction. He wondered if the rumor had made its way back to Beth.

  Eddie had made himself an appointment for a tattoo with his dad's old friend Slimy. Slimy was a former hit man turned kitchen tattooist. He was barely 5 feet tall, with no teeth and long greg hair. Growing up, Eddie always called him a wizard. Slimy and Eddie's dad had a running joke that "for his next trick he'll make this man disappear."

  The house that Slimy owned was a lot smaller than Eddie remembered. It still smelled of marijuana and cigarettes and cats. The wizard left his back door open for strays to come in and eat as they pleased. With no litter box, his carpets and furniture quickly ruined. It was a reflex for Eddie to breathe without smelling when he came here.

  "Whataya gettin'?", Slimy asked. His nostrils were raw and dusty from sniffing too much coke. He pulled out some black tattoo ink and an old tattoo machine, stretching out an unwashed hand. "And where ya want it?" Eddie pulled his shirt off over his head and smacked himself in the collar bone. "Black widow." He had been wanting this tattoo for a long time and the burn of fresh ink would be a welcome distraction from his feelings. Can't think about Beth when you're trying to take care of a new tattoo.

The needles scraped into his soft, alabaster skin. Eddie laughed at the sensation. It shook up into his jaw. "Keep movin' and this is gonna look like a scribble with legs, boy. I ain't giving you back any of that snow if this turns out shit." Eddie nodded with his eyes and kept himself still. When Slimy was done, Eddie shook his hand and took off without even looking at the tattoo.

  As much as he loved how badass and scary tattoos made him look to the simple people of Hawkins, Indiana, a lot of the joy of getting inked was the feeling. It was almost as nice as fingernails running down his back. It was almost as sensual as teeth and tongue sucking at his milky flesh. He wanted Beth to see his new tattoo.

  His hands were shaking as he parked the van in the gas station parking lot. The wad of paper towels against his chest had already slipped down to his belly button so he threw it on the ground as he bravely entered the gas station. There she was, her eye was back to it's normal color and size. She was beaming as Eddie closed the distance between them.

  She took him by the hand and walked him into the cooler. Without a word, she slipped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. "Uh..." he stammered "...heh-h-hi", she ran her tongue from the base of the under side his shaft up to the opening of his foreskin. "Hi," she whispered before dropping a string of spit that landed at his opening, still connected to her lips. His dick doubled in size before her eyes as he tried to stop himself from cumming already. "Relax honey", she soothed as she could tell from the squeezing of his ass he was close.

  He gulped in a deep breath and closed his eyes. The sight of her swallowing him whole was too much. It felt like he was getting off the whole time. Every nerve in his body was dancing. As he spilled his hot orgasm down her throat, she kept sucking. His toes curled up tight and he began fucking her throat. He couldn't hold back from looking at her now. He could see a smile through her hollowed cheeks. As she lifted up her shirt he slid his sloppy fingers into the cup of her bra. "Baby, you're so beautiful" he moaned as he slid his finger tips across her nipple.