Shot in the Dark (An Eddie x Y/N Story)

Afterparty

Eddie drives us back to his trailer, drumming his hands on the dashboard and grinning widely the whole way. Once we get there, he ushers me inside and drags me by my hand into the bathroom. He hoists me up so I'm sitting on the counter next to the sink and he busies himself looking for a wash rag and some towels. Eddie holds his hands up in a gesture to make sure I stay where I am and he disappears down the hall. Being nosy, I open his medicine cabinet and start to rummage through the contents. He returns and looks at me with an exasperated expression and I grin sheepishly back at him, returning everything back to how I found it before shutting the cabinet door.

"What?" I ask defensively. "I bore easily."

He chuckles lightly as he takes off his shirt and unbuckles his pants he moves to turn on the shower and I raise my eyebrows at him.

"I figured we could shower together," he murmurs, throwing two clean towels onto the shower rake next the the curtain. He puts the washcloths in the tub.

"We're really doing this?" I whisper, some of my anxiety spiking now that the heat of the moment is gone and Eddie looks at me, concern coloring his features.

"Let's shower and then we can relax and talk," he says rubbing his hands up and down my arms and I look up at him, still uncertain.

"Come on," he jokes, a small smile on his lips. "It's nothing I haven't already seen." He winks at me before bringing his forehead to rest against mine and I relax slightly. I close my eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. When I open my eyes he is looking down at me with a solemn expression. I hop down off of the counter and start to strip out of my clothes. I leave them in a heap on the floor, not turning to Eddie as I step under the warm water and sigh.

Only after I'm completely immersed do I look at Eddie. He's standing just outside the tub, bare chested and gapping. His hands are at the waistband of his jeans and I gesture towards him.

"Are you coming in or not?" I ask. "Because if not, you're letting all the warm air out." I shiver slightly at the contrast of the hot water and the cool air of the bathroom and I long to close the curtain to entrap the steam. Eddie hastily resumes undressing and climbs into the tub. It's a tight fit. His tub is definitely not made for more than one person at a time, but the glint in Eddie's eyes as our skin slides against one another's tells me he doesn't mind sharing the space at all.

Eddie hands me the soaps I need as I need them and even offers to help wash my back but I decline. I keep my eyes primarily fixed on the wall behind him but every now and again I will slip up and look at him to find he is watching me unashamedly which makes my heart thunder in my chest.

My brain is racing with a million different questions and thoughts flying through it. Is he going to bring up what happened? Is he going to ask why I broke the one rule I made for us? Is he going to ask if I like him? Am I going to tell him I like him? It's making my head throb and I bring my hands up to massage my scalp groaning.

"Are you alright?" He asks and I shake my head slightly.

"My head just hurts," I answer as we cut off the water and Eddie steps out. He wraps a towel around himself and then hands me mine.

"I'll find you some aspirin once we're dressed," he says and I thank him. Once I've got the towel wrapped around me he leads me down the hall and into his bedroom. I've collected my clothes off the bathroom floor and I'm not looking forward to having to put them back on.

Eddie's room is a mess, but I love it. He's got heavy metal posters on his walls and posters of women in different stages of undress which makes me raise my eyebrows at him. He fidgets nervously as I wander around looking over some of the comics he has and the records I can see on his shelves.