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Eddie strides into The Hideout with a heavy sigh, letting the loud roar of music and drunken debauchery wash over him and settle his nerves. He moves through the familiar space quickly, nodding to people as he passes and makes his way to his usual table. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, nudging Gareth’s shoulder as he plops down in the chair next to him, flicking ashes haphazardly in the direction of the ashtray. “How’s it hangin’ Gare? You get lucky with that pretty girl last night?”
Gareth rolls his eyes and flicks him off. “Fuck you, Munson.”
Eddie huffs out a little laugh. “Guess that’s a no .”
Eddie’s eyes scan over the bar, landing on an absolute bombshell of a man serving drinks that looks ridiculously out of place in their grimey clubhouse bar.
Eddie smacks Gareth’s shoulder and points. “Who’s the new bartender?”
Gareth snorts. “Leave him alone, Eddie.”
A cocky grin pulls at Eddie’s mouth and he holds up his hands innocently. “I didn’t do anything!”
Gareth shakes his head. “His name is Steve. Chrissy hired him.”
Eddie hums, taking another drag from his cigarette as he watches Steve smile as he pours a drink. “He know what he’s getting into, working here?”
Gareth shrugs. “I’m sure she filled him in. Chrissy doesn’t hire someone new lightly.”
Eddie lets out a long sigh, tipping back in his chair before letting it slam to the ground and getting up. “I’m suddenly very thirsty.”
Gareth groans and mumbles under his breath. “Good luck, Steve.”
Eddie chuckles, his grin pulling wider as he saunters over to the bar and leans against it. Eddie whistles and waves when Steve looks over at him from the other end of the bar, holding up a finger before turning back to the drink he was in the middle of making.
Eddie flicks his cigarette before letting it dangle from his lips, knocking his knuckle against the bar in time to the song playing. Steve makes his way over to Eddie, leaning against the bar with a shining smile, the hem of his shirt riding up and showing a sliver of skin. Eddie’s eyes linger there before he drags them back up to Steve’s face where he’s staring at him intently.
“What can I get for you?”
Eddie leans in close, talking loudly over the music. “I’ll take a jack and coke, handsome.”
Steve scoffs, but Eddie catches the way his mouth quirks up at the corner as he turns away.
Steve brings him his drink, setting it down lightly with a turn and a tap on the bar. “Enjoy.”
Eddie snatches the glass up and swirls it. “Oh, I’m sure I will.”
Steve rolls his eyes and moves on to another customer. Eddie stays put, watching him work and flashing him little smiles whenever his eyes wander over to Eddie’s end of the bar. Eventually Steve wanders back over when his glass is empty and points at it.
“Another?”
Eddie nods, sliding his glass across the bar into Steve’s hand. Steve fills it up, eyes flicking up to Eddie’s face as his cheeks flush a pretty pink. Eddie smiles at him again, making sure his dimple pops on one side.
Steve goes to turn away again and Eddie calls out, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the music. “You’re new.”
Steve turns back, raising his brows and leaning his hip against the bar. “Yep, first night.”
Eddie takes a sip before settling his ringed fingers around his glass, tapping them lightly. “How’ya liking it so far?”
Steve huffs out a laugh and looks pointedly around the rambunctious room. “You guys know how to party, that’s for sure. Tips are good so far, though.”
Eddie grins and nods. “Oh, yeah. We’re very generous to those holding access to booze.”
Steve shrugs. “Wasn’t sure since this is a private club. Drinks are free, right?”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “I mean, if you don’t count the membership fees, sure.”
Someone at the other end of the bar raises their hand to grab Steve’s attention again. He sighs and gives Eddie a ‘ back to the grind’ look before topping him off and heading back to work. Eddie sighs and downs his drink before digging into his wallet and setting a hundred dollar bill under his glass. He makes his way toward the door, flicking Gareth off and clapping him on the shoulder as he passes.
He’s just swinging his leg over his bike when the door opens. Steve steps out, a crumpled bill in his hand, raised in front of him in question. “Hey! What the fuck is this?”
Eddie leans back on his bike and shrugs, mouth pulling up on one side. “A tip.”
Steve rolls his eyes and strides forward, hand on his hip as he holds the money out with the other. “For two drinks? This is way too much, man.”
Eddie shakes his head and reaches out to push Steve’s hand back. “For the good company.” He pats Steve’s hand before he leans back and kicks his bike to life, throwing a wink at Steve as he revs it loudly and pulls away.
–
Eddie is leaning against the bar again. Moth drawn to a flame or some other ridiculous metaphor for coming here two nights in a row, hoping the pretty bartender will take the bait. He’s being patient. Not being loud and obnoxious to get Steve’s attention as he flits around getting people their drinks. He just waits his turn. Waits for Steve to notice him, sitting in the same spot he was last night.
Steve’s eyes finally roam his way, flicking back and locking on when he spots him. Eddie grins and wiggles his fingers at him in a wave. Steve shakes his head before heading over and leaning in front of him with a heavy sigh.
“Are you here every night, then?”
Eddie’s eyes glimmer, already getting addicted to this little game they’re playing. He shrugs, “Most.”
Steve pours him a jack and coke, setting it nicely on a napkin in front of him, his eyes lingering on Eddie’s vest, his patches. Knows he’s wondering where he lands in all of this.
Eddie chuckles, “You can ask.”
Steve’s eyes flick back up to his and he blushes before ducking his head with a little shake. “Ask what?”
Eddie lifts his glass to his lips, taking a sip. “Come on. You can’t tell me you aren’t curious.” He gestures around. “Lots of lore to catch up on, Stevie.”
Steve scoffs and mumbles ‘ Stevie’ under his breath. Eddie files the little grin that follows it away to reference later. Things that make Steve smile.
Steve glances behind him, checking if anyone needs his attention. Maybe hoping they do, so he has an excuse to leave Eddie by himself again. But he settles in more against the bar when no one snags him back to work, looking at Eddie with curious eyes. He nods at Eddie’s vest.
“Do the patches all mean something?”
Eddie hums, a smug grin pulling across his face. “Yeah. They do.”
Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s left shoulder, where his V.President patch sits.
Steve lets out a low whistle, his eyebrows raising as he reaches out and trails his finger over the patch. “ Vice President? That seems like a very important patch,” he says with mock reverence.
Eddie huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “You could say that.”
Steve pulls his hand back and crosses his arms. “Guess I better be on my best behavior then. You’re basically my boss.”
Eddie leans back and hums, letting his eyes slide slowly up and down Steve’s body. “ Oh– I like the sound of that, big boy.”
Steve’s mouth pulls into a wide smile and he leans forward like he’s got something very interesting to say about that when someone slams their hand down on the bar, making Steve jump. He gives Eddie one last look before turning to go back to work.
Eddie shakes his head and mutters ‘Fuck’ under his breath. He’s so screwed. He promised Chrissy he wouldn’t do this anymore. Wouldn’t fuck around with her hires anymore. It always ends badly and then they want out, and Chrissy is left having to vet someone new. But–
Eddie looks over at Steve with his pretty hair and sweet smile. The way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the easy way he moves around the bar. Moth to a flame. He really can’t help himself. Steve bends down to grab something off a lower shelf and Eddie groans, watching his jeans stretch tightly across his perky ass.
He can make it up to Chrissy.
–
Eddie rips down the highway feeling the rumble of his bike between his legs, the wind whipping in his face. He takes a deep breath, soaking it in. Most people would tell you they like to ride because of the rush it gives you. Addicted to the adrenaline, the risk, the power you feel with such a heavy piece of machinery under you. But for Eddie it’s when he feels calm. When all the excess energy that’s constantly bouncing around in his body and mind just stops. The world blurs out and he doesn’t have to worry about anything but the curve of the road. Following lines on the ground. Staying upright. It’s simple. Easy.
Eddie sighs, slowing down to take the turn off that leads to the club’s garage, already mourning this, wishing he could just ride all day. He pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine, twirling his keys as he heads into the garage, flicking on lights as he goes. When he gets to the back office and light floods the dark room, he jumps, seeing someone sitting at the desk.
Chrissy turns in the chair, arms crossed and glaring at Eddie. “No, Eddie.”
Eddie grabs his chest, leaning against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath. “ FUCK ME, CHRIS! You scared the shit out of me!”
She points at him, shaking her head. “ No!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, shrugging out of his leather jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. “Nothing has even happened.”
Chrissy gets up, walking around the desk and getting up close to him, looking up at him with daggers in her eyes. Eddie would laugh at the irony of something so small and cute looking so deadly if he wasn’t absolutely terrified of her when she’s like this.
“You promised me, Edward.”
Eddie winces. “Don’t Edward me.”
She smacks the side of his arm. “Leave Steve alone. I’m serious.”
Eddie sighs. “ Chris–”
She shakes her head, reaching up and pressing her finger against his lips. “No–no. I don’t even want to hear it. Steve has had a rough time, okay. He doesn’t need you smearing his heart all across the fucking ground, okay? Not to mention I really don’t want to find a replacement for him.”
Eddie sighs, pulling her hand away from his face. “Then why did you hire him? You know me. You knew what he would do to me. I can’t help it.”
Chrissy rolls her eyes and goes to lean against the desk. “Listen, Steve is a really good guy. I’m just trying to help him out, okay? Just…don’t hurt him. He deserves better.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide. “What did you drag him into all this shit for then? You sure he can even deal with–”
Chrissy huffs out a laugh. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Steve can handle himself just fine. Just–” She sighs, running a hand down her face. “Seriously. Don’t fuck around with him if you don’t think it could actually be… something, okay? Don’t make him just one of the many Munson casualties.”
Eddie’s mouth drops open with a scoff. “How dare you, Christine!”
Chrissy shrugs. “Don’t even. I know what a slut you are.”
Eddie’s mouth pulls into a cocky grin and he slides in close to Chrissy, trailing a finger down her arm. “Don’t be jealous, sweetheart. You know you’re the only girl for me.”
Chrissy swats his hand away and scrunches her face in disgust, a choked laugh escaping her throat. “ Ew. Don’t remind me of that. Ever again.”
Eddie chuckles and leans on the desk next to her. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman, okay? But babe, he’s way too hot. I can’t just– not.”
Chrissy sighs. “Yeah, I know. I knew it when I offered him the fucking job, honestly.”
The door opens and Wayne walks in, glancing between them both. “Uh-oh. Whatever you did boy, I’d start apologizin’. I wouldn’t want to be on that girl’s bad side.”
Eddie holds up his hands. “I haven’t done anything. I’m completely innocent.”
He gets up and heads back into the garage to get started on today’s jobs, ignoring Wayne’s little huff of disbelief and the way he leans in close to Chrissy and mumbles, “ You don’t let him get away with shit, you hear me?” under his breath.
Chrissy’s giggle rings out from the office and Eddie shakes his head as he grabs his tools.
–
Steve sets a jack and coke down in front of Eddie before he even gets completely settled in his bar stool. Eddie flashes him a cocky grin and tips his glass to him in thanks before bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. “Thank you, kind sir.”
Steve shakes his head but lingers nearby while he dries glasses and restocks the bar, eyes flitting back to Eddie every few minutes until he finally comes to stand in front of him, and points at the thirteen patch on his vest. “What does that one mean?”
Eddie taps the patch. “Means I carry weed on me at all times.”
Steve scoffs. “You need a patch for that?”
Eddie shrugs. “Lets people know who to go to if they want to buy.”
Steve’s brows cinch together. “Why thirteen?”
Eddie grins. “M is the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.”
Steve hums. “Secret scary biker code, huh?”
Eddie chuckles deeply. “Yeah, I guess.”
–
Eddie doesn’t head straight to the bar this time. He needs to talk to Gareth about a few things, before he can let himself get caught up on Steve again. As soon as he sits down at the table, one of Chrissy’s many rotating waitresses comes by and sets a jack and coke in front of him. A huge grin pulls at his mouth and he looks up at her with big, curious eyes.
“Don’t think I actually ordered anything yet, darlin’.”
The waitress nods toward the bar. “Steve saw you come in.”
Gareth rolls his eyes next to Eddie. “ Here we go.”
Eddie glares at Gareth while he digs in his pocket and hands her a tip and turns to her with a smile. “That’s for you, for being so sweet and bringing this over to me.” He sends her a wink and grins at the blush that spreads on her face and her fingers brush over his shoulder as she walks away. She’s a newer hire too. Probably hasn’t figured out that she’s barking up the wrong tree.
Gareth scoffs. “It’s really not fair that these girls all throw themselves at you, you know.”
Eddie shrugs. “What can I say? I’ve got charm, Gare. I’m charming.” He leans in close and bats his eyes at him.
Gareth shoves him away with a laugh. “You’re an asshole. ”
Eddie laughs and takes a sip of his drink before switching gears. “Where are we at with the drop on Friday? Still good to go?”
Gareth nods. “Yeah, it’s all set.”
Eddie pops a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, blowing smoke straight up and nodding. “Good. Who’re you taking with you?”
Gareth shrugs, reaching over to steal one of Eddie’s cigs. “Think I’ll take the new prospect. See how he does.”
Eddie nods. “Yeah, let me know how they do. Bring Doug too. Just in case.”
Gareth nods and glances over at the bar, his eyes going glossy, clearly getting distracted. Eddie looks over his shoulder and sighs. Chrissy. He should have known. He turns back around and snaps his fingers in front of Gareth’s face, making him jump.
“Would you just ask her out already? This is getting pathetic.”
Gareth scoffs and shakes his head, his face going beat red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever. You’ve had a thing for her since fucking high school, Gare.”
Gareth sinks in his seat a little. “Yeah but I’d never– She’s yours, Ed.”
Eddie scoffs and rolls his eyes again. “Are you fucking serious? Is that why you’ve never made a move? Because we fucked for a few months when we were eighteen and I hadn’t figured out I like dick yet?”
Gareth shrugs. “Yeah but– she’s kind of untouchable. Everyone knows she’s your number one, man.”
Eddie shakes his head, huffing out a laugh in disbelief. “This is ridiculous.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Listen, you should be fucking scared of her. But not because I have some ludicrous claim on her, okay? Be scared of her because she’s terrifying. And god fucking help you if she finds out you said she was off limits because I fucked her. She’ll kick your fucking ass.” Eddie glances over at her where she’s face to face with an asshole yelling about something at the bar, not backing down at all to a guy double her size. He doesn’t even feel the need to get up. She can handle her fucking self. He turns back to Gareth. “You should go for it, Gare. Seriously.”
He watches as Gareth’s eyes slip back over to Chrissy and track her as she heads back to her office. He looks back at Eddie with wide eyes. “You really think I have a shot?”
Eddie grins, thinking about all the times Chrissy has laughed at Gareth’s stupid jokes, and how she always squeezes his shoulder when she walks by, giving him a little wave. He’s been on the other side of her flirty smile and sparkly eyes. He knows her. “Yeah, I really do.” He stands up, downing the rest of his drink and leans over him. “But don’t fuck it up. If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.” Eddie flashes him a grin as Gareth’s face drops and he claps him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar.
He saunters up to his usual spot, tapping his empty glass on the bar. Steve turns, his face lighting up when he spots Eddie. He makes his way over and refills his glass, looking up at him through his lashes.
Eddie takes a drink and hums in appreciation. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
Steve blushes and leans against the bar, eyes roving over Eddie’s vest. Eddie knows there’s only one patch left for him to really ask about. Steve eyes it, but he doesn’t say anything. Eddie grins at him. Steve knows more than he’s been letting on.
“Chrissy warned me to stay away from you.”
Steve’s eyes flick up and latch onto Eddie’s, his eyebrows raising and the corner of his mouth pulling up. “And why would she do that? Should I be worried about you, Eddie?”
Eddie sips his drink, smiling around the edge of the glass and shrugs. “You wanna find out for yourself?”
–
Steve is wrapped tight against Eddie’s back as he tears down the highway. Eddie takes the familiar turns easily, grinning every time he feels Steve’s grip tighten on his jacket. He slows on the last turn and comes to a stop, jumping off his bike and holding his hand out for Steve. Steve climbs off and glances around wearily at the woods and open space of the Quarry.
“Did you bring me here to kill me?” He peers over the edge of the cliff to the dark water down below. “This where you hide all the bodies?”
Eddie huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “I could tell you. But then I really would have to kill you.” Eddie takes a step closer so he’s in Steve’s space and drops his voice. “Not exactly what I had planned for tonight.”
Steve’s eyes drop down to Eddie’s mouth before flicking back up to lock on his eyes. Eddie grins and leans in even closer. “Just thought you’d like the view up here. Best place in town to see the stars.” Eddie looks up at the clear sky above them, grinning when Steve does the same and lets out a little gasp. “Almost as pretty as you, sweetheart.”
Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Does that line usually work for you?”
Eddie shrugs. “Sometimes.”
Steve shakes his head with a grin and goes to push Eddie back some but Eddie catches his wrist and uses it to pull Steve even closer. “Is it working on you?”
Steve lurches forward, taking Eddie by surprise as he presses their lips together. Eddie leans into it, pushing his tongue into Steve’s mouth, his hand moving up into that perfectly windswept hair to grip and tug. He smiles into the kiss when it makes Steve moan.
–
Eddie is being good. He promised Chrissy he wouldn’t make Steve one of the many. So, he didn’t bend Steve over the side of his bike at the edge of the quarry like he’s absolutely sure he could have. He kept everything tame. Or, as tame as Steve would allow. Which was absolutely the hottest make out session of Eddie’s life but… still. He’s being good.
Chrissy comes into the office as he’s finishing up for the day and bats her eyes at him. “I hear you had a good night.”
Eddie huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “Not bad.” His eyes flick up to meet hers, his mouth pulling into a grin when she rolls her eyes. “You need anything from me before I take off for the night?”
Chrissy shakes her head. “Nope. Just came in for the inventory sheets.”
Eddie nods, digging through a stack of papers next to him to hand them to her before standing up and grabbing his jacket off the hook by the door.
She glances up at him as she flicks through the papers. “You going by the clubhouse tonight?”
Eddie smirks, shaking his head. “Nope, not tonight. Gotta meet with Gare about a few things.”
Chrissy hums, staring pointedly at the papers. “How is he? Haven’t talked to him in a while.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Think putting him in charge of the new prospect was good for him. Keeps him busy.”
Chrissy hums again, still acting disinterested. She flashes him a quick smile. “That’s good.”
Eddie leans against the wall, raising his brows at her. “Want me to tell him you asked about him?”
A bright pink flares across her cheeks and she shakes her head, brows scrunching in offense. “No. Why would I want you to do that?”
Eddie scoffs, catching her eye. “He thinks you’re hot. You know that, right?”
Chrissy rolls her eyes. “All the guys in the club think I’m hot.”
Eddie chuckles and leans forward to swat her ass. “They’re right, too.”
Chrissy rolls her eyes fondly and shoves him toward the door. “Get out of here with that”
Eddie’s halfway out the door when she calls out to him again. He leans back in, keeping his hand on the doorframe. “Yeah?”
She shoots him a stern look. “Be careful.”
Eddie flashes her another smile. “Always am, babe.”
–
Eddie pulls up next to Gareth in front of a shitty little rundown shack of a house. He swings his leg over his bike and nods to him. “How’d it go?”
Gareth sighs. “Good. Mostly. ”
Eddie pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket, smacking the pack against his palm with a sigh. He pulls one out and looks at Gareth as he lights it, talking around the cigarette in his mouth. “What happened?”
Gareth shakes his head. “The new kid man. He’s a fucking loudmouth.”
Eddie grins and blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, flicking ashes to the ground. “Did he fuck anything up, though?”
Gareth rolls his eyes. “I mean… no. He’s kind of a genius, honestly. Figured out how to get us ten percent more out of the deal.” Gareth shakes his head. “But he never shuts up. ”
Eddie huffs out a laugh, taking another drag. “Yeah, sounds about right. He’s a good guy though. Keep taking him with you on stuff. Just don’t let his mouth get him in trouble.”
Gareth nods. “Sure, sure. Stick me with the newbie.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and nudges Gareth’s shoulder. “You were the newbie once. Drove me crazy, too. It’s your turn.”
Gareth scoffs. “ Fine. ”
Eddie nods to the house in front of them. “You sure this place is going to work?”
Gareth nods, taking a few steps forward. “Yeah. The guy who owns it is in prison. We went through Hop to get ahold of him. No one will come snooping around way out here without him knowing. He’ll give us a head’s up. And–” Gareth veers to the left where there’s another shack, half covered in vines and tugs open the door, holding his arm out with a flourish.
Eddie takes a step in and looks around the big room with a whistle. He walks over and flicks the switch on the wall, turning on rows and rows of grow lights set up on tables.
Eddie looks over his shoulder at Gareth with his eyebrows raised. “They said we can use all this, too?”
Gareth nods, following him into the room. “Like I said. Rick is in prison. Just had to work out his cut. We’ll be dealing with his brother for all that. But, yeah. Basically taking over the hole he left in the market.”
Eddie crosses his arms and nods as he walks through the space, poking at a bunch of dead, crispy plants. “How quick do you think we can be up and running?”
Gareth sighs and shrugs. “Have to move the crop over here. Get more plants going. Plus we need to station some guys out here. Get the house together. We might need some more prospects for all the grunt work.”
Eddie nods, stubbing his forgotten smoke out on a table. “Yeah, that’s fine. Talk to Dustin. He’s been hinting about some of his friends being interested. Just make sure you vet them.”
Gareth takes a step back toward the door. “Wanna go through the house? See if we can make it work as an outpost?”
–
The house is in rougher shape. It was obviously just used as a drug den. Needles and empty liquor bottles litter every surface. The furniture is all in pieces and stained. A window is smashed, the glass all over the floor.
Eddie looks around, shaking his head as he kicks a rusty spoon across the floor. “Well this is a shithole.”
Gareth nods. “Pretty sure whoever Rick had dealing for him squatted here when he got locked up. Worked his way through whatever of the supply was left.”
Eddie raises his brow. “They still gonna be an issue?”
Gareth shakes his head. “Nah. Rick handled them already.”
Eddie nods, kicking a few more things as he makes his way through the house. “Yeah, round up some prospects and get them started on cleaning all this shit out first. We’ll need it to be a livable fucking space before we get everything else rolling.”
Gareth trails after him nodding along. “Can do.”
Eddie claps him on the shoulder as he heads back out to their bikes. “Bring them to the clubhouse this weekend. Let them get a taste of the fun side before you stick them in the dirt.”
Gareth huffs out a laugh. “It worked on me.”
Eddie flashes him a cocky smile. “ Please. You were all in as soon as I mentioned Chrissy.”
Gareth rolls his eyes, his face flushing bright red. “Fuck you, man.”
Eddie chuckles and leans against his bike with a shrug. “Just calling it as I see it, Gare Bear.”
Gareth’s face scrunches. “I hate when you call me that.”
Eddie flashes him a shit-eating grin. “I know.”
Gareth climbs on his bike and kicks it to life, flipping Eddie off with a grin as he pulls away.
–
Eddie walks into the clubhouse and goes straight to the bar. He hasn’t seen Steve since the night at the quarry and he’s jonesing for another hit. His eyes scan behind the bar, heart sinking when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for.
He slumps down into a barstool anyway, waving to their usual bartender and pulling out a pack of smokes. He pulls an ashtray over as he lights up, taking a long drag. He lets the smoke seep out of the corner of his smirk as they come over with his drink.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, Jon.”
Jonathan nods, tossing his rag over his shoulder. “Yeah, Chris gave me some time off to go see my mom and Will.”
Eddie flicks the ashes off the end of his smoke and takes a sip of his drink. “How’re they doing? They likin’ California?”
Jonathan leans against the bar and shakes his head. “Nah. They’re moving back. That’s why I went. Helping them get packed up.”
Eddie’s brow furrows. “Everything alright?”
Jonathan shrugs. “Think fucking Lonnie tracked them down. My mom won’t say. But I don’t think there’s any other reason she’d come back.”
Eddie takes another drag, sucking the smoke back between his teeth and talking around it on its way out. “You need us to take care of that?”
Jonathan sighs and looks off, considering it before shaking his head. “No. I’ll just get them back here.” He locks eyes with Eddie. “I don’t think he’ll mess with them here.”
Eddie smirks and tilts his head. “Not if he knows what's good for him he won’t.” He flicks his cigarette again. “We’ll take care of them. Don’t worry.” He shrugs. “Offer stands, though.”
Jonathan nods. “Thanks, man.”
Eddie knocks his knuckles on the bar and nods. “You uh– still have that connection in Cali?”
Jonathan sighs. “Yeah. I thought you were backing away from that though.”
Eddie flashes him a cocky grin. “You know me. Can’t pass up a good business opportunity.”
Jonathan shakes his head. “What are you looking for?”
Eddie shrugs. “Could just use some more strains. We could cut him in. Hell, if he’s willing we need a grower.”
Jonathan’s brows shoot up. “You want him to come here?”
Eddie shrugs. “If he’d be interested. It would include a place to stay. He’d have to patch in though.”
Jonathan’s brow scrunches. “You want him to be a prospect?”
Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. He won’t be in the day to day shit. I’ll pull some strings. But if he’s going to be on property and running the grow he’s gotta patch. Does he ride?”
Jonathan nods. “Yeah. A beat up piece of shit. But yeah.”
Eddie shrugs. “Talk to him. Let me know.” He downs the rest of his drink and gives the glass a couple taps on the bar before getting up with a wave.
Eddie makes his way to the little office in the back corner, leaning against the door frame with a soft knock.
Chrissy looks up from the paperwork scattered across her desk with a glare.
Eddie holds his hands up. “What did I do?”
Chrissy shakes her head. “This is exactly what I was worried about, Edward.”
Eddie’s brows raise high and he shakes his head. “ What–”
Chrissy crosses her arms. “ Steve, Eddie. When’s the last time you talked to him?”
Eddie shrugs. “Been about a week, I guess. I’ve been busy. I had to get things rolling with Gareth.”
Chrissy rolls her eyes. “Couldn’t shoot him a text ?”
Eddies sighs, rolling his eyes back at her. “Jesus H. Christ, Chris. I was fucking busy. I’m not ghosting him, okay? We haven’t even fucked yet.”
Chrissy shakes her head. “He was all mopey in here yesterday. He thinks you’re avoiding him.”
Eddie groans. “I literally came here tonight to see him. He’s not fucking here.”
Chrissy scoffs. “And you would have known that if you bothered to call him.”
Eddie drags a hand down his face. “This is ridiculous, Christine.”
Chrissy throws her hands up. “I agree!”
Eddie shakes his head and pulls out his phone, glancing up at her while he flicks through his contacts and hits Steve’s number. He makes a big show of clearing his throat and putting the phone to his ear. He listens as it rings, giving Chrissy a snarky smile when Steve finally picks up.
“Hello–”
Okay, maybe Eddie did kind of fuck up here. He sounds kind of pissed.
Eddie lets his smile creep into his voice as much as possible. “Hi there, Stevie. Just wanted to see how you’re doin’. I came up to the club to see your pretty smile and you aren’t here.” He walks over and flops down in the chair across from Chrissy, kicking his feet up on her desk.
Chrissy blanches, tugging a stack of papers out from under his boots and flicking him off. Eddie blows a kiss at her and leans back, turning his attention back to Steve.
Steve’s voice is cold. “Yeah, I’m off today.”
Okay, yeah. He’s really pissed.
Eddie doesn’t let it deter him. “So I can come pick you up then.”
Steve scoffs. “I’m busy.”
Eddie hums. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me take you on another ride.”
Eddie can practically hear Chrissy rolling her eyes across from him. He flips her off for good measure, chuckling when she throws a ball of paper at his head.
Steve lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m hanging out with a friend right now. I can’t just bail on her–” There’s a tense silence and then Steve sighs again. “But you could come pick me up in a few hours, I guess.”
A cocky grin pulls across Eddie’s face. “Sure thing. Text me the address.”
“Fine. See you soon.” Steve hangs up and the line goes dead.
Eddie tucks his phone back in his pocket and leans back more in the chair. “Problem solved. Happy?”
Chrissy shakes her head. “Ridiculous.”
–
Eddie pulls up outside an apartment building a few hours later, revving the engine a little when he sees Steve leaning near the entrance with a tall, lanky girl who glares over at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Eddie gives her a friendly wave, smiling big when Steve pushes off and heads over to him. He can tell Steve is trying to seem annoyed, but when he gets close and Eddie holds a hand out to help steady him as he climbs on the back of the bike, he catches the little smirk that pulls at his lips. Eddie gives him a second to settle in and wrap his arms around him, and then he’s pulling off into the night. He takes them through some winding backroads so he doesn’t have to worry too much about other traffic. Focusing instead on how it feels to have Steve pressed tight against his back. He lets his hand drop down and squeeze Steve’s thigh, grinning when he feels Steve’s grip tighten around his middle. He rubs his hand back and forth along his leg a few times before giving another little squeeze and putting his hand back on the handle. They’re almost to his place, but Eddie loops through the woods a few times, wanting to let Steve enjoy the ride a little longer. He finally pulls into the trailer park and pulls up next to his uncle’s truck. He shuts off the bike and climbs off, holding his hand out again to help Steve, flashing him a smile when he takes his hand and steps off the bike.
Eddie nods to the trailer to his right. “That one’s mine. I’m just going to pop over here–” He throws his thumb over his shoulder at Wayne’s trailer. “ –and talk to my uncle really quick. Give me two seconds?”
Steve nods and heads over to Eddie’s trailer to lean against the porch rail. Eddie hops up the few steps to Wayne’s place and lets himself in.
Wayne is sitting in his rocker and looks over at Eddie expectantly. “Well?”
Eddie goes and flops down on the couch. “Talked to Jon. He’s going to see what his contact says. Until then it’s really just getting shit set up. Gotta get that house cleaned. I have Gareth on it with the prospects.”
Wayne nods. “Good. That’s good. Keep me updated.”
Eddie nods and stands back up, heading to the door. He freezes and sticks his hands in his pockets. “Jon said Lonnie is giving Joyce problems again.”
Wayne grunts, scratching under his chin. “We need to take care of that?”
Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. Not yet. Just wanted you to be aware.”
Wayne nods and leans forward to pull the curtain back, glancing over to Eddie’s trailer. “That the new bartender Chrissy hired? Her friend?”
Eddie shrugs. “Maybe.”
Wayne huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “You better be careful with that. Chris’ll have your head.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” He shoves the back of Wayne’s chair making it rock faster. “See ya later, old man.”
Wayne throws him a wave and turns up the volume on the tv a little.
Eddie chuckles and heads back out, jogging back over to Steve. “Sorry about that.” He nods to the door. “Come on in.”
Steve follows him up the steps and into the trailer, his eyes wandering over the crowded walls full of band posters and whatever other shit Eddie thought was cool enough to slap up there. Eddie leads him into the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder and nodding to the fridge as he tugs open the door. “You want a beer?”
Steve huffs out a laugh and leans against the counter. “Your turn to serve me a drink, huh?”
Eddie’s mouth pulls up at the side and he shakes his head. “I’ll serve you whatever you want, sweetheart.”
Steve rolls his eyes but his face blooms a pretty red as Eddie leans in close where he’s perched against the counter and hands him a beer. Eddie takes a swig of his own and lets his eyes drag down Steve’s body. He sets his beer on the counter and turns so he can box Steve in, a cocky grin pulling on his face when Steve freezes and puts his drink down too, waiting to see what Eddie is going to do, his bright eyes darting between Eddie’s.
Eddie reaches up and trails a finger along his jaw. “Can I kiss you or are you still mad at me?”
Steve shrugs. “Don’t know. Are you going to ignore me again?”
Eddie huffs out a laugh and lets his fingers dip lower, onto Steve’s neck. His grin pulls wider when he feels him shudder from the touch. “I wasn’t ignoring you, sweetheart. I’m a busy guy.”
Steve scoffs. “Lots of important Vice President things to do?”
Eddie nods. “Mhm.” He scooches in a little closer. “And I think you like that, don’t you?”
Steve sighs and rolls his eyes again. “I don’t care how important you are in your little club.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide and he lets his hand squeeze just a little at the side of Steve’s neck. “Careful now. Wouldn’t want to offend the…what was it you called me before? Scary biker?”
Steve’s breath hitches, and he presses into Eddie’s grasp before shaking his head. “Said you had a scary code. Sarcastically. Because you aren’t scary. ”
Eddie hums, letting his hand drop to Steve’s chest so he can feel how hard his heart is hammering. “I don’t know, you seem pretty scared right now.”
Steve shakes his head. “Nope. Just wondering if you’re ever actually going to kiss me or–”
Eddie cuts him off, practically shoving his tongue in Steve’s mouth and pressing him roughly into the counter. He crowds against him, shoving a leg between Steve’s and groaning when he immediately bucks his hips against it, his obviously hard dick dragging along Eddie’s thigh. Eddie reaches down, his hands gripping tightly under Steve’s thighs as he lifts him up just enough that his toes are barely touching the ground, forcing Steve to straddle his leg with his full weight. Steve sighs against Eddie’s mouth as he rolls his hips again before chasing after him and sucking Eddie’s bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie growls, rolling his own hips to meet Steve’s, grinding them together through rough denim.
Eddie pulls back, eyes lingering on Steve’s desperate eyes, his mouth pulling up when Steve lets out a little whine of protest. “You wanna take another ride, sweetheart?”
Steve tries to hide his laugh, his hands landing on Eddie’s shoulders as he tries to keep his balance on Eddie’s leg. “Did you really just ask me if I want to ride your dick?”
Eddie grins, his dimples popping as he nods and juts his hips against Steve. “Real smooth ride, I promise.”
Steve groans. “That was even worse.” But he presses into Eddie’s motion, rubbing them together again with a gasp. “What if I prefer my rides rough?”
Eddie groans, pressing harder into Steve. “That can absolutely be arranged.”
Eddie pulls his leg out and has Steve turned and bent over the counter before he can even stumble from his feet falling back to the floor. He reaches around and pops the button open on his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly as he leans in close to Steve’s ear.
“Missed you, sweetheart.” Eddie purs as he dips his hand into Steve’s pants and grips him tightly. Steve shudders as Eddie drags his hand up, twisting his wrist when he hits the tip.
Steve lets out a muffled moan, his face pressed into the crook of his arm. Eddie huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he weaves his free hand into Steve’s hair and gives it a quick yank backward. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds.”
He squeezes Steve’s dick again, pulling another moan from him, much louder now as it rings out around them. Eddie’s mouth cracks into a wide grin. “That’s much better. Good boy.”
Steve whines at that, his hips jutting back to grind against Eddie. Eddie meets him full force, pushing against him while still continuing his teasing pace.
Drag up…
Twist…
Back down…
Grind…
Up…
Twist…
Down…
Grind…
He’s teasing himself as much as he is Steve, if he’s honest. If he has any hope of making this last, he’ll need to move things along soon. Steve lets out another pretty whine and Eddie chuckles, leaning in, licking a stripe up the side of Steve’s neck.
He can wait a little longer if it means getting to see Steve falling apart just from his hand like this. He would, if Steve didn’t have other plans.
“I thought I was promised a rough ride .” He says snarkily, turning his head slightly to look at him, tugging his own hair, still gripped tightly in Eddie’s hand.
Eddie’s jaw drops a little and he shakes his head. “Oh you’re a fucking brat, is that it?”
Steve shrugs and settles back into his position against the counter. “Just getting a little–” he gasps as Eddie gives his dick a mean squeeze. “ – oh fuck– boring over here.”
Eddie hums low in his throat and pushes forward, huddling over Steve as he reaches down with both hands to pull Steve’s pants down, and off. “Don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart.”
Eddie reaches to the side to rip open the junk drawer, digging around until he finds some lube and condoms, tossing them on the counter.
A laugh catches in Steve’s throat and he looks up at Eddie with big, curious eyes. “Have a lot of need for those in your kitchen, do you?”
Eddie shrugs, a twinkle in his eye as he undoes his belt with a shrug. “Never hurts to be prepared.”
Steve rolls his eyes and shifts on his feet, getting impatient. Eddie grins and takes his time pulling his pants down and off, palming himself lightly as he presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder and grabs the lube from the counter. He squeezes a glob on his fingers, spreading it over Steve’s hole quickly before pressing in with his middle finger. Steve lets out a sigh, his body slumping against the counter as Eddie moves his finger in and out, pressing deep. He waits until Steve’s breath is coming in pants and whines before he adds a second finger and picks up his pace, desperate to work him open as quickly as possible. Steve groans, pressing back into Eddie’s hand, pushing his fingers deeper, still so impatient even with two fingers in his ass.
Eddie grips Steve’s hip, holding him in place. “I’m sorry. Am I still boring you? ” He presses hard against Steve’s prostate, chuckling when he gasps, his hands whipping out to the side to grab at the edge of the counter.
Eddie presses a little harder.
“Ready for that ride, sweetheart?”
Steve moans and nods. “ Fuck, yeah. Please.”
Eddie hums, wiggling his fingers one more time to savor the way it makes Steve squirm before pulling them out, and grabbing the condom. He takes his time, rolling it slowly down his length, stroking himself a few times as he uses his other hand to spread Steve’s cheeks apart, admiring the view as he coats himself in lube and steps a little closer. He smacks his dick against Steve’s plump ass, grinning when it makes a satisfying smack sound, his flesh jiggling in ripples with each hit.
Steve scoffs, looking over his shoulder with a pinched face. “Are you having fun back there?”
Eddie flashes him a cocky smile and nods. “Yeah, you have a nice ass.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “ Thanks. It’d be a lot nicer if you’d–” Steve gasps, his hands tightening on the counter as Eddie pushes himself in.
“If I what? Filled you up? Is this better?” Eddie slams himself forward, huffing out a laugh when it makes Steve moan loudly, cutting off any chance he had for a snarky response.
Eddie pounds into him, making sure he hits just right so Steve turns into a whimpering mess of cut off moans and gasps. Steve leans back and reaches for Eddie who wraps his hand around Steve’s wrist and presses it to his lower back, pushing him back against the counter. He leans down, rubbing his thumb over Steve’s wrist and whispering right in his ear. “This okay?”
Steve moans and nods his head, flexing his fingers.
Eddie squeezes his wrist tighter. “Need you to use your words here, sweetheart.”
Steve gasps as Eddie thrusts roughly into him again. “ Yes. Okay. So okay. So good– fuck me.”
Eddie chuckles, grinding down. “Kind of already am.”
Steve lets out an annoyed groan but it quickly morphs back into pleasure when Eddie slams their hips together again, feeling heat pool in his gut. He groans, leaning his head back and rocking their hips together, grinding deep, pressing into Steve, making sure to–
“ OH FUCK! Eddie–fuck–oh–harder–hard–AHH” Steve cries out, over and over as Eddie keeps up his relentless pace, pounding into him, dragging against his prostrate with each thrust.
Eddie growls, chasing the high of having a pretty boy scream his name, squirming beneath him in pleasure, giving him control. It’s the best drug, in his opinion. Nothing even comes close. And this pretty boy might be the best high of his life. He can already feel the creeping vines of addiction seeping in, winding their way into his very being, threatening to tear him apart.
Steve’s hand flexes, like he’s trying to grab onto Eddie’s. He moves his hand from his wrist and slips their fingers together, squeezing Steve’s hand tightly and leaning down to kiss along his neck, nipping lightly at his skin before pressing in close to his ear again.
“You feel so good , sweetheart.” Eddie slows his hips, switching to a deep roll.
Steve whines, trying to arch his back even though Eddie still has him pinned down. Eddie grins, his lips brushing the edge of Steve’s ear, making his shiver.
“Trying to go somewhere?” He presses down on Steve’s back with their intertwined hands.
Steve shakes his head, pressing back into Eddie, making him shift deeper, pulling a moan from both of them.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Eddie leans back up, grabbing onto Steve’s waist with his free hand, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. He pulls out all the way to his tip before slamming back in. Steve’s moans grow louder with each thrust, his body going taut. Eddie keeps it up, ignoring how quickly his own edge is hurtling toward him, determined to get Steve there first. Wants to feel him come apart on his dick. And he’s close. He can tell he’s close. If he can just hold out a little longer. If he can just wait until–
Steve cries out, his voice breaking as he clenches tightly around Eddie, spasming with pleasure as he cums down the front of Eddie’s cabinets and goes lax in Eddie’s grip, slumping against the counter with a sigh. A cocky grin pulls across Eddie’s face and he groans, slamming his hips forward, letting his own peak hit him full force, his whole body tingling as he keeps rocking through the aftershocks, toeing the line of overstimulation. He doesn’t stop until Steve lets out a little whine, letting go of his hand.
Eddie slides out carefully, rubbing his hands soothingly over Steve’s back before stepping back and peeling the condom off, chucking it in the direction of the trash can in the corner. He goes back to Steve, still laid out on the counter, looking up at Eddie with a dreamy, satisfied look on his face. Eddie grins down at him, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face. “Can I interest you in a shower?”
Steve groans, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. Eddie huffs out a laugh. “ Okay.” He tugs on Steve’s arm, getting him up on his feet. “Come on, let me at least get you to bed then.”
Steve sighs, melting into Eddie’s side. “My legs feel like jello.”
Eddie chuckles. “Good ride then?”
Steve rolls his eyes with a grin and shrugs. “Not bad.”