the trailer park / eddie munson

Chapter 17 - Our trailer

You're parking your car in front of your trailer, get out and open the trunk. With a little groan, you're hefting the heavy grocery bags out of it and carry them all inside at once, rather risking a lumbago than walking two times. You're lifting the bags on your kitchen counter and lean back against the wall to catch your breath again. "Okay", you sigh and start putting away the groceries, filling up the fridge and your cabinets. After clearing up the kitchen, you're walking into the bedroom to change into the shortest clothes you can find. It's another hot day, and you're already sweaty from just getting some groceries and putting them away. Fucking heat. You groan and open your closet, grabbing a white cropped tank top and some grey sweat shorts. You're putting your hair up in a ponytail, apply some more deodorant and wash your face with cold water, before putting on some white sneakers and heading outside. Eddie's already next door, packing his stuff and preparing everything for his move.

"Eddie?", you open the door of Waynes trailer and step inside. Loud music is coming through the closed door of Eddies room. You slowly open it and poke your head inside. Looks like he hasn't noticed you yet, he's sitting on the floor with his back turned to you, playing air drums to the rock song that's blasting out of his stereo. An absolute chaos is surrounding him, piles of clothes are covering the rest of the floor, open moving boxes are standing everywhere. "Dear God", you whisper, as you look around his room, trying to figure out if there's some kind of system in this chaos, but no, there isn't. It looks like he emptied every drawer and shelf and basically threw everything on his bed and the floor. The song ends, and you clear your throat loudly. "JESUS Christ", Eddie winces and looks over his shoulder. You giggle at his scared face and lean against the doorframe, "Just wanted to check on you and see how everything's going". "Could you fucking not sneak up behind me? I am an old man, I have a weak heart", he squints at you and stands up. You sigh, "Baby, your heart is totally fine and I am older than you". He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Only like half a year". "But I always had a soft spot for younger lovers", you wink at him and smirk. He steps in front of you, grabs the doorframe above you with one hand and leans against it. "Younger lovers, mh? Because we still have those flexible hips?", he smirks down on you while leaning closer, making the muscles in his arm tense a little. You hum and wrap your arms around him, a light grin on your lips and nodding. "Maybe I'll do a quick break and demonstrate my flexibility to you once again, mh?", he places one hand on the back of your head and kisses you softly. You chuckle against his lips and slowly push him away, "No distractions, we have to pack your things". He sighs and throws his head back, "But that's so much stuff, I don't know where to start". "I see, yeah. Maybe we should start to sort it out?", you shrug and look over your shoulder, scanning all the things on his bed. Eddie places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face back to look at him. You're feeling his lips on yours again, kissing you more passionate than before. "Edward... Munson", you groan daringly between his kisses. "Just a little break", he mumbles, sliding his hand down your body and on your butt. "Stop seducing me, we have to get that done", you whisper, not wanting him to stop at all. He grunts and squeezes your butt in his hand, not listening to you and kissing you deeper. His tongue slides over your lip, asking you to let him in. You're welcoming the tip of it in your mouth, gently sliding over yours and playing with it. The kiss slowly fades, you open your eyes and look at him. "How about we play a game. Something to motivate you a little", you wink and give him a little smirk. Eddie raises a brow, "Go on". "For every moving box you're filling, I'll take off one piece of clothing". He chuckles and sighs, "We both know I won't be focused on packing anymore as soon as you drop that". His fingers pick on your shirt. "I guess we'll have to find out", you slightly push him away from you and turn around. He groans and tries adjusting his jeans around the bulge of his boner, before following you. "Okay", you slowly turn on your heels to look around, "I would say we start with your clothes". He nods and grabs a pile of clothes from the floor, carrying it to an empty moving box and throwing all of it inside. You raise a brow and look at him. "What?", he shrugs and turns to another pile. "Not even folding it?", you step up next to him and look into the box, which is now halfway filled with mostly band shirts and some jeans. "I'm never folding anything", he chuckles and throws the next pile into the box. "Yeah we have to talk about that later", you watch him pressing the clothes down and throwing some more in it, before taping the box. "Look, I'm even writing on it what's inside. And people are saying I'm messy", he shrugs and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing a marker and opening it with his teeth. He frowns his brows a little, the lid of the marker between his teeth, as he writes 'clothes' on the closed top. "Yeah, totally incomprehensible", you laugh and point to the mess on his bed. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I'm ready for the show", he wiggles his brows at you and grabs the box to carry it into the hallway. "And don't worry, Wayne's not coming home until evening", you hear his voice coming closer as he comes back into the bedroom. You smirk and bend down to your feet, lasciviously opening your sneakers and kicking them into a corner. "Ta-Da!". "...Really", he rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall with his arms crossed. "What? There are so many boxes that need to be packed, I need to safe the good parts for later. You should be thankful that I took both of 'em off in one go", you shrug and turn to his bed. "I hate you", he sighs and pushes himself away from the wall to grab a new moving box. "You don't, that's why you're packing all of that to move in with me", you give him a sweet smile.