Stories of You

Eddie and you had been friends for about a year now, you usually told each other everything but somethings just never came up,

That was until.. the two of you had got locked inside Hawkins high schools gym and awaited for someone.. anyone.. to open the doors.

"Wait you never had.." you shoot Eddie a quick glance in surprise, passing a basketball to him. "Oh no, I did.. once. If it counts." He keeps his eyes on the ball, dribbling it before trying to throw it over the rafters on the ceiling,

"Why wouldn't it count?" You didn't mean to laugh, but it escaped your lips nonetheless. You could see Eddie was getting nervous, avoiding your gaze.. dropping the ball,

"Well uh, I kind of um.. got stage fright." He clears his throat as if that would mask what he just said "What does that even mean?" You let out another laugh, eyes narrowing in thought "Like.. you couldn't get hard?" You ask.

"Jeez uh. Forward, very forward." He drops the ball again, running after it to pick it up, oh yeah.. he was definitely nervous alright.

"No.. I was able to... get hard, do the deed.. as they say and uh then well, I was so nervous and psyching myself out so bad that I couldn't um.. get off." He says sheepishly, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"You didn't cum." You state with no thought whatsoever, just stating a fact. "Language. Jesus." Eddie nearly trips over his own too feet, "They're just words." You shrug.

"Right well, no. I didn't.." he's still avoiding your gaze and it is incredibly intentional, now trying to get the basketball through the hoop.

"And you two never.." you trail off in wonder, "No, kinda made things awkward after that so we just.. went our separate ways." Eddie now shrugs his own shoulders, missing the net and sighing to himself.

"So you're like half a virgin," you say slowly, doing the calculations. "Sure." He merely says, "Interesting." You state. I mean it's not like you had really seen him have a girlfriend for the length you've known him.

"And after that.. not like I've had many opportunities but if I did, just been to embarrassed? I guess? To even try," Eddie tried to figure out his own internal feelings, giving up with the basketball and now holding it tightly against his stomach.

"How about oral? lil bit of tonsil hockey, someone else beating your mea-" you sway side to side as you speak, shimming your shoulders at the scandalousness of it all.

"You have no filter do you?" Eddie finally looks at you, unable to stop himself from chuckling as you melt a little hearing his soft, playful voice. "No not really," you admit, again without thought.

"The only time someone else has umm.. touched me besides the whole stage fright thing, my uncle came home so.. we stopped." Eddie looks down at the gyms worn in floors as he speaks,

"Wow. So no girl has ever made you cum." You say in thought, "Only in here," He taps the side of his head with his pointer finger, "Oh yeah? And who do you think about hmm, what are your fantasies?" You're beyond curious now.

You watch as Eddie gulps hard then scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, "Uhhhh...." he lets it drag on
"Well if we're being forward and it's not going to be held against me.." he starts.

"I swear. It will never leave this gym," you hold up a hand like you're under oath, "I uh, I can't.. I can't say it. I don't want to say something I can't take back, you know?" Eddie shakes his head, quickly chickening out.

"Okay.. I'll give you a branch. Sometimes I think about Elvis, who can resist those hips right? Bon Jovi, often. Very often, umm I've thought of Steve once or twice.." you think to yourself as you list off different guys,