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“Junior, clean up the board!”
Eddie grumbled to himself - quietly, so Bev wouldn’t overhear and revoke his band privileges - as he stomped across the room to the overflowing message board. It had been on his job list for a while now, but he’d been avoiding the tedious task of sorting through job requests and adverts that were half-torn because they had been there so long. One by one, Eddie ripped them down and shoved the papers into the trash, but he hesitated when he reached a small, bright yellow paper that read in bold letters:
LONELY HOTLINE
Feeling a little lonely tonight? Call our hotline, where one of our operators will help you out - with many different experiences available, we’re sure to have what you need!
It was stupid and impulsive, but Eddie shoved the paper in his pocket instead of the trash. Maybe, just maybe, he'd been itching for a fix, and the opportunity to go to Indianapolis hadn't arisen, so this could be the next best thing. If it was real, of course. For all Eddie knew, it was an elaborate prank, but the fact that it had made its way to the shittest dive bar in Hawkins actually helped with its validity. Upstanding citizens didn't step foot in places like this for fear of getting an STD from the surfaces.
Okay, maybe he could clean a little better, but it wasn't that bad!
Catching Bev’s eye, he grinned guiltily and hurried to finish cleaning the board. It was late by the time he clocked out, and the place was empty, Eddie’s favorite time of day. After a long night of noise and people, he started to feel claustrophobic, and there was nothing better than the silence accompanied by cool air when he left at two in the morning. “See ya tomorrow, Bev!”
“Not a minute late, you hear me?”
Eddie waved goodbye over his shoulder and hurried to his van which sputtered to life pathetically. It needed looking over, but he couldn’t afford it right now, which was another reason he hadn’t made the trip to Indianapolis.
The trailer was dark when Eddie pulled up, which meant Wayne was working the night shift, so he didn’t bother to keep the noise down when he went inside. Eddie was ready for bed after a quick meal of cereal and a half-eaten burrito he’d left earlier. Except when he emptied his pockets, he found the hastily shoved advertisement and couldn’t help staring at it. It was too tempting. And it had been a while. What was the harm in calling? If it was fake, no harm was done. If it was real, then he was in for a good night.
Wayne had recently installed a longer cable for the phone, which Eddie sent him a silent thanks for as he sat down comfortably on his bed instead of having to stay in the kitchen. He probably wouldn’t have worked up the nerve to call the number if he did.
When he did work up the nerve to call, he got an automated system that took him through some basic options: gender, age range, preferences, and, of course, his payment details. It had better be worth the money he was about to spend, or Eddie would have to work overtime to make up the loss. After finishing the short questionnaire, the cool female voice told him he would be connected to one of their operators shortly.
The phone rang and rang. Just when Eddie was about to give up and end the call, he heard someone pick it up on the other end. “Uh, hello?”
“Hey, baby, how’s your night been?”
The soft purr of the man’s voice instantly had Eddie’s heart rabbiting in his chest. Swallowing around his dry throat, he got out hoarsely, “I just got home from work.”
“You work late. Anything interesting?”
“Bartender.”
“Mmm, customer service. What a drag.”
Eddie laughed. He couldn’t help himself. Something about the man’s voice put him at ease, and it almost felt like he was speaking to a friend.
“So tell me, big boy, you got any stories worth my time?”
The use of the words ‘big boy’ immediately made Eddie think of Steve, and once that happened, he found the man’s voice was oddly similar to Steve’s. It didn’t help his growing problem, but that was why he’d called in the first place. “Well, there was one time when my band got scouted, and we almost made it to LA.”
“Almost? So you’re not some big-shot rockstar?”
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, I’m just a lowly bartender.”
“King,” The man insisted. “That’s my name. What about you?”
Eddie hesitated, wondering if he should give a fake name, but did it really matter? He’d already given over his payment details so it was in his shiny new file. What the hell. “Eddie.”
“You sound like an Eddie.”
“I do?”
“Yeah, very pretty.” Eddie blushed and was thankful King couldn’t see him, but apparently, his silence was enough because he chuckled. “Are you ready, Eddie?”
He wanted to groan but instead felt the hot flush of arousal spiking in his veins. “Y-yeah.”
“Touch yourself.”
King’s voice had an authority to it now, one Eddie hastened to obey, fumbling with his belt, but doing it one-handed and in a hurry meant it made a lot of noise. Apparently enough to be heard over the line because King chucked, causing a blush to burn on Eddie’s cheeks.
“Eager?” King asked all too innocently. “I bet you’re just aching for it, aren’t you, baby? You want me to wrap my hand around your cock and pump you nice and slow? Or are you a fast and messy kind of guy?”
“Either. Both. Fuck, anything,” Eddie all but begged, finally shoving his damn jeans down enough to free his cock. He groaned as he got a hand around himself, slow, easy strokes just to take the edge off. “Tell me what to do?”
“Ever fingered yourself?”
Eddie’s moan was answer enough.
“Got lube?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie breathed, searching under his pillows for the discarded bottle. He made a victorious “Ah ha!” As he found it, blushing when King laughed in his ear. “I found it.”
“That’s my good boy. Now, take off your pants and relax. Gonna get you nice and loose.”
Eddie followed the instructions easily, already feeling giddy with anticipation. He settled back against the pillows again, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could keep one hand around his cock, the other reaching down to press against his hole. He groaned as he pushed the first finger inside and was surprised to hear the punched-out sound through the phone in response.
“Does it feel good?” King asked, or well, demanded in that silky voice.
“So good,” he breathed, pressing another finger in despite the slight burn. He wanted to be good for St- King. “Wanna feel you.”
“Yeah, baby? I could slide right into that loose cunt, couldn’t I? Fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name, only mine. I bet you’d be so pretty, stuffed full of my cock and begging for more. Bet you’re already leaking so much just thinking about it.”
Eddie whined at the thought, working himself faster. He couldn’t get as deep as he liked in this position, but the words King whispered into his ear were more than enough to have him hurtling towards a fast and intense orgasm. The slick sound of his hand stripping his cock was loud, even over his panting, and he was sure King could hear it.
Sure enough, King picked it up in moments. “You sound so wet. It’s driving me crazy. Wish I could drive so deep into you that you’d feel it for days after. Leave you limping and moaning my name,”
“King.”
“Just like that. You sound so sweet.”
Eddie was getting close, unable to think about anything but King fucking into him so hard and deep it almost felt real, even as his wrist cramped. “C-close.”
“So be a good boy and cum.”
Gasping, Eddie hunched over as his orgasm hit, spilling over his hand and stomach with a moan, words spilling from his mouth without thought. “Oh, fuck- Steve, I- shit, ah, feels good.”
“That’s it, baby. Let it all out.”
So he did, not stopping until he was twitching, finally letting go of his sensitive cock as he slipped his fingers out, sighing in relief. He hadn’t cum like that in months, maybe ever. Everything had that rosy glow to it again, and although exhausted, Eddie felt incredible. He’d almost forgotten about the phone by his ear and felt a sharp thrill of excitement at the sound of King’s voice.
“Feeling better? It sounded like you needed that.”
Eddie laughed, still a little floaty. “Yeah, I did. Thanks.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Eddie. I hope I get to talk to you again.”
“Me too. Bye, King.” Eddie hung up, exhaling loudly, letting the phone fall on his chest. It was only then he noticed how sweaty and gross he was, looking down at the mess he’d made of his stomach and bed with a groan. At least he hadn’t made a mess of the phone cord.
Getting up on wobbly legs, he put the phone away and cleaned up, unable to keep his mind off King and the tantalizing thought of speaking to him again.
Even days later, Eddie found himself thinking about King whenever his mind wandered. He hadn’t called the hotline again but was sorely tempted to. Instead of giving in to temptation in the middle of the day - because he was sure King had an actual job to go to - Eddie visited Family Video instead to do one of his other favorite activities: annoy Steve while he was working.
It wasn’t a challenging task since Steve always got irritated after a long shift, and sure enough when Eddie shoved the doors open and made his grand entrance, Steve groaned loudly. “No. Not today, Munson. None of your bullshit.”
Gasping in mock outrage, Eddie put a hand over his heart. “I’m wounded, Stevie. What could little ol’ me possibly do to annoy you so?”
Before Steve could open his mouth to answer, Eddie tripped over one of the racks and sent tapes flying with a loud crash. He winced, looking around the store quickly, but it was mercifully empty. Steve’s eyes narrowed, and he gave Eddie such a bitchy look it would have been funny had he not just knocked over the stack of tapes. “Now, be a good boy and pick them up.”
Already bending down to do so, Eddie's tape slipped through his numb fingers, clattering back into the mess as he snapped his eyes up to stare at Steve with wide eyes. “W-what?”
“I said-” Steve leaned across the counter, voice dropping to an all too familiar purr. “-be a good boy and clean up your mess.”
Oh. Oh.
King. As in King Steve.
He was so fucked.
Steve’s eyes widened in alarm, and he hurried out from behind the counter to crouch beside Eddie. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so direct with you like that. You didn’t know it was me?”
“N-no?!” Eddie gave a somewhat hysterical laugh. Thankfully, the store was empty. “You knew it was me?”
“Well, yeah.” Steve grinned almost apologetically. “You said my name when you, uh-”
Eddie groaned, waving his hand emphatically to shut Steve up.
“If it makes you feel better, you were my last call of the night. Couldn’t keep going after talking to you. I had to take care of myself, too. You sounded so pretty, and I couldn’t help but think about actually seeing you.” Steve stopped abruptly and shook his head with a sharp exhale. “Again, sorry. This is weird, right? I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget this happened.”
When he went to stand up, Eddie grabbed his wrist. “Wait! I never said I didn’t like it. It’s just… surprising. Might take a minute to get used to it.” Steve had such a hopeful expression that Eddie’s guard fell away entirely. He tugged Steve in close, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, and he felt a shiver work down his spine at the touch. Keeping his voice low, he whispered, “And I hope you meant it about railing me so hard I couldn’t remember anything but your name. Or are you all talk and no action?”
Steve’s eyes flashed as his grin turned sharp, making Eddie’s breath catch in his throat. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.” Patting his cheek, Steve got to his feet with a groan and brushed down his pants before fixing Eddie with a significant look. “Tonight. After my shift. My house.” Eddie nodded back, stumbling to his feet. Steve had to catch him when he tripped on one of the tapes. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he pulled Eddie in close. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Keep me?”
A softness crept into Steve’s expression, and it was him this time who leaned in to initiate the kiss, something entirely too sweet for standing in the middle of Family Video in broad daylight. “Yeah. I think I might.”