denim & leather

Summary: It's only the beginning of summer in 1985, and already Eddie's just about had it with Billy Hargrove.

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This has a lot of abusive narrative in it, Eddie has definitely been emotionally manipulated. There's some soft bits, but this is Billy Hargrove after all. Tread lightly.

F slur is mentioned.

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Eddie couldn't sleep.

It was simply too hot to function. Even the idea of lying in his room on top of a bed made his body slick with sweat. It was only June, and he couldn't recall a more sweltering start to a summer in Hawkins. There had been a haze over the entire town all day as it baked in the sun, and by nightfall there was very little reprieve from the heat wave. Usually, Eddie didn't care much about the weather, he looked forward to months without school. Except this year, he should have been celebrating his graduation. And well...instead he had to break the news to his uncle that he would be spending another senior year at Hawkins High. He could tell he had disappointed Wayne, despite the man's outlook that maybe another year of education was good for Eddie. Maybe it would give him some extra time to get his shit together and figure out what to do with his life.

So far his only accomplishment had been refraining from hanging himself in the hall closet.

On this particular evening, he was sat on the floor in the living room directly in front of a fan. Eddie had hauled his sweetheart into his lap, and was working on replacing a string when Billy Hargrove decided to knock on his front door. It was late, very late; Wayne had already left for his graveyard shift. Eddie swore as the knocking startled him and sent the bolt cutters in his hand spinning across the floor. He he got up and headed towards the door, glaring when he flung it open to see Hargrove stood there in the grass. He was illuminated in the harsh white light of the bug zapper, all tan skin, blue eyes, and one overly lascivious grin.

Billy took in the sight of Eddie standing in the doorway while wearing nothing but an old pair of boxer shorts and grinned even wider.

"Evening, Munson. You want to explain why you blew me off today?"

Eddie rolled his eyes and attempted to push the door shut. Billy's hand flew out to keep it from closing.

"Not likely. Go home, Hargrove. I'm busy."

"Busy doing what? You can't take a break from jerking off for five seconds to give me what I'm paying double for?"

"You just came for that?" Eddie asked, amused. It was obvious that he didn't believe Billy for a second.

"What? You think I'd come all the way out to this shithole just to look at your ugly face?"

Billy reached out and lightly slapped Eddie's cheek. Eddie grabbed Billy's wrist and flung it away from him.

"Don't act like you're too good to be here. This isn't the first time your ass has dragged itself to this shithole,"

Billy easily pushed the front door open, moving Eddie out of the way like he was insignificant. He stepped into the trailer and twirled to face Eddie, who had shut the door and leaned back against it. The metal was cold when flush with his warm skin.

"Never heard you complain about that, huh? If you ask me real nice, I'll pay you and give a nice tip this time,"

Billy boxed Eddie in against the front door, his hand roughly gripping his chin and tugging it a little too close. There was never anything soft between them- it was always speed and teeth and sweat and borderline animalistic sounds. At first Eddie had been into it, he had liked how rough and almost violent Billy was with him in bed. But it was starting to become too much, even for Eddie. Billy had an unmatched libido and offered little reprieve in between nights spent screwing around.