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The music was blaring out of the house - loud out onto the street, there were people everywhere - most of which Eddie didn't know - in fact he knew pretty much nobody. Not that it really mattered - he wasn't there to socialize, or to make friends. He was there to sell - to make money.
The invite had been extended to him - and Eddie wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, it wasn't really his typical scene. He was used to selling at college parties, or even high school parties. He always felt a bit skeevy selling at High School parties.
But this? This was an entirely different scene, more his scene to be truthful - if he had to have a fucking scene.
There were all kinds of people at this party - a mixture of ages - and different cliques - everyone from the social climbers, to the social outcasts and everyone in between. It wasn't your typical get together, it definitely wasn't a high school party. It wasn't a college party, it was being thrown out of a house in gang territory - in Ghost Town aka Oakwood. Venice, Los Angeles - California.
The party was being thrown by the Cuervo's - who most people didn't really wanna fuck with.
Unless you had a Death wish.
Eddie was in the Cuervo's- they were his family, his friends. He'd done time in Folsom with a few of them - and subsequently stayed friends with them when he'd gotten out. Hence why he was allowed to be dealing his wares at said party, if it was anyone else? Eddie doubted they'd be allowed - but he was. He might not have known anyone at the party, but? People knew who he was.
See Eddie had a reputation, and it proceeded him.
He had a bad temper, a short fuse - technically speaking - Eddie wasn't Latina - But.. he also kind of was.
Eddie was by association. Hell - Eddie was a lot of things, to the outside world, to those that didn't know him? He was a gang banger, a Satanist - a Freak - a Weirdo.. He was a Psycho - and most definitely a Killer. He had a reputation for a lot of things, Eddie couldn't stop people from saying whatever bullshit they were doing to say now could he?
Eddie didn't got to prison for the serious shit he'd done - no.. he went to jail for bullshit, petty bullshit - Dumb shit.
His reputation, came with the territory - he hung out with the weirdos because he was kind of like their Shepperd. Leading the flock - a rag tag bunch, the Cuervo crew he did hang out with were just as fucking weird as he was. They were outcasts within their own gang - so naturally they gravitated towards him. Eddie had found most of them while in prison, he didn't really get why they'd been drawn to him - but some of them said he was the Devil.
Eddie thought that was amusing, he didn't think he was particularly Evil - but apparently everyone else thought he was? He looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, innocent - big eyes - he didn't look imposing, he didn't strike fear into the hearts of others.
Except that he did.
He was quiet, the silent observer. Eddie didn't miss a trick - he figured people out almost instantly, he didn't look like much of a threat - which is what made him so dangerous. People always underestimated him, that didn't know him or his reputation.
Those that did know him? Knew better.
He carried himself with a quiet gracefulness. Seemingly people thought he wasn't dangerous, the quiet - intense eyes, the lanky frame - the paleness, the freak persona. Eddie didn't have to be loud and brash - he didn't have to scream and yell. Eddie got shit done, in his quiet way - and it was all the more terrifying when someone did cross him. Going to prison, had really been a foot into another world that opened up more doors, once he got out?
Everyone wanted to have him around - because of how he operated.
Eddie was like a flame that drew Moths to his light. He didn't know why - but the Moths were usually damaged. Damaged like he was - his life had been fucked up, he grew up in the system - never knew who his parents were. His Father had never been around, and his Mother had been a junkie - Eddie had been taken from her and put into the system when he was around three years old. He spent most of his childhood being shipped from foster home to foster home.
He grew up in the life, gang life - so he didn't really know anything outside of that. Eddie's family had adopted him officially when he was nine years old - he didn't know anything else. So when he occasionally met some white kid that thought they knew better - it was always amusing that they assumed that Eddie was the same as them.
Eddie wasn't the same as them. He was a pit bull - in a dog fight with poodles. His bite had teeth, locked on and he knew how to kill - it didn't matter what he looked like. Eddie had grown up fighting a fist fight with fire. Knowing how to burn shit to the ground and how to rise up from the ashes like a fucking phoenix.
The hilarious thing was, people that didn't know him - assumed he was a poodle.
But you know what they say about assumptions - right? Don't assume to know what you know - when you don't know shit...
So being at the party, Eddie didn't look like he belonged - except that he did. He was scoping things out - working the scene. Quietly assessing the situation - doing what he did best. He sold a bunch of shit to some rich girls, pills and coke - they thought they were going to pull the wool over his eyes, of course they didn't. Little girls playing in the den of a viper? It was amusing more than anything else.
He'd made a decent amount already and the night was still young. Eddie saw him - before he saw Eddie.
Eddie had seen him around before, the kid - he was only a kid. He couldn't have been much older than sixteen - seventeen at the oldest. Pretty too - pale - lithe and tall, moles dusting his skin - big eyes that were dark and he was impossibly pretty.
Eddie pretended like he hadn't seen him - but of course he'd seen him.
His name was Stevie - Eddie knew that, only because he liked to know people's names - even if they'd never spoken before. Eddie had seen him around, at some of the other parties - he wasn't a popular kid - in with the popular crowd, he wasn't exactly an outcast either - Eddie wasn't entirely sure where Stevie fit, he hadn't quite figured it out yet? But he would - Eddie was just observing, waiting to see if Stevie was going to approach him.
He'd seen him hanging out with a couple of other older kids, that were trouble. One of them was a blonde kid - suave and slick, a brash - loudmouth that thought he was Gods gift to the universe. Mr. Popular - definitely not the type of guy that Stevie was friends with, but they were at this party together apparently. The blonde, was trouble he had intense eyes and a nasty smirk - pushing Stevie's buttons and trying to get him to react.
Eddie noticed that Stevie didn't seem to rise to the challenge - much to the blonde's disapproval. Billy - that was the blonde's name. He had shown up to the party, not just with Stevie - but also with another kid, a short guy with freckles every where - and Freckles had a girlfriend, a redhead - with a nasty sneer on her face.
Those two? Were trouble too - especially the redhead. She had nasty written all over her face - Eddie could see that she was the one that drove everything, every decision - Freckles did whatever she told him to do. The redhead was the Boss.
Stevie seemed to be oblivious to her bossiness however - much to the redhead's dislike. Eddie knew who Billy was, he was a regular at their parties, he was a regular that was friends with some of Eddie's friends.. it didnt mean much to him however. It was weird though their friendship, him and Stevie.
The redhead and freckles wandered off - leaving Stevie all on his own. Billy had found some girl he wanted to impress - Stevie was hanging out on his own, looking like a little lost sheep - or.. perhaps a broken Moth.
Eddie was in the kitchen, he'd sold some ecstasy to a couple of rich valley boys - and was in the middle of putting the money into his lockbox - when he heard someone speak to him.
"Do you have any weed?" The voice asked, and Eddie lifted his head - those eyes? They weren't just dark - they were like whiskey colored caramel. They had golden flecks. Stevie - was oh so pretty. He was the kind of boy that could get Eddie into serious trouble.
"Sure..." Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, "But.. I don't just sell to anyone." He added - and Stevie just stared at him, a little petulant pout - and then he said, "What bullshit? I saw you just selling to those two assholes.. You won't sell me some weed?"
"...They're legal, which lets face it sweetheart - we both know you aren't." Eddie said, a little smirk on his face - and Stevie just stared at him incredulously - "...What? You're not going to sell me weed because you think I'm underage? You're a dealer, I have money.. what's the fucking problem?" He pouted again, and looked at Eddie with what Eddie could only describe as puppy eyes.
"You're trying to tell me that you're not underage?" Eddie asked and Stevie huffed out, "So fucking what?! Why do you give a shit how old I am." He said petulantly.
"Because I'm not selling drugs to a baby." Eddie said simply, and Steve glared at him - "I'm not a baby!" He said darkly, and Eddie just laughed and said, "Uh-huh.. sure you're not..."
Stevie bit on his thumb, and then he said "I'm eighteen."
Eddie snorted and said quietly, "Nice try Baby doll.. but I wasn't born yesterday.."
Stevie blushed prettily, which made Eddie smirk - interesting - he said in that same petulant voice, "I am.. I'm eighteen, c'mon please? I just want some weed, and.. well you're the only one here? I can pay whatever.. I have the money."
Eddie just stared at Stevie - the younger man was chewing on his bottom lip, he had ridiculous eye lashes - Eddie let out a soft exhale, and then he said - "If you tell the truth, I might consider a joint."
Stevie blinked slowly, and then he said softly - "What selling it to me?"
Eddie smirked and said, "No.. smoking one with me."
Stevie looked at Eddie from under his lashes, which made him look oh-so-innocent - Eddie thought to himself, Innocent my ass.
"You'd smoke a joint with me?" Stevie said softly, and Eddie let out a soft laugh, "Maybe.. I'm going for a break - so.. you can come with me, if.. you tell me the truth." He said quietly.
Stevie fidgeted a little, and then he said with a sigh - "I'm sixteen." He looked at Eddie from under his lashes again, and Eddie smirked - "What are you doing all the way out here? Huh? This isn't your scene.." He said as he stepped in a little closer, and Stevie looked up at him - "I came with my f-friends." His voice was soft, a little hesitant and Eddie said "They're your friends?"
"No.. not really, kind of." Stevie said softly, and Eddie locked his lockbox up - but then he stared down at Stevie and said, "You shouldn't have come here hmm? Little innocent thing like you.. Here with all these sharks.." Stevie just stared up at him, and then he said, "But.. I'm with you? You'll keep me safe."
Eddie just stared at him - and Stevie said softly, "I've seen you around before."
Eddie let out a soft laugh, and Stevie let out a sweet little giggle - "I have.. I've seen you at a few parties I've been too before, you're Eddie." He was surprised that Stevie actually knew his name - curious - Eddie said, "Oh? So.. when did you find out who I was."
"I don't really know who you are.. just your name." Stevie said softly, but he was lying - Eddie knew he was lying. He smirked and said - "So.. you didn't ask around about me then?" Stevie shook his head no - but he was biting on his thumb again, and looking at Eddie from under his lashes.
"Okay Stevie... sure you didn't." He murmured, and Stevie went all pink - he said softly "You know my name?" Eddie said amused, "Sure.. I know your name - but I don't know who you are.." Stevie just let out a soft little giggle, and Eddie leaned in closer and murmured against Stevie's ear - "I don't need to ask around, I just find out whatever I want to find out.."
The younger man shivered, and Stevie said softly - "You wanted to know who I was?" Eddie smirked and said - "Sure.. why wouldn't I? I was curious." He reached down, interlaced their fingers - and Stevie said softly, "Oh.. okay. Uh so.. I might have asked about you too." He finally admitted and Eddie led Stevie out of the kitchen - the two of them weaving their way through the crowded house and Eddie led Stevie outside.
He led Stevie to his car - and opened the passenger door - "Hop in Stevie." Eddie said before he went to the drivers side and climbed in - the two of them just staring at each other.
Eddie fished the joint out of his pocket, and lit it - he took a drag from it and then passed it to Stevie - who took it and took a puff from it - Eddie exhaled lazily, and Stevie did the same thing - "I like your car." Stevie said, and Eddie smirked - "Yeah.. its my baby." He said snickering and Stevie let out a soft laugh, "It's a Mustang right.." He asked and Eddie nodded, "Mhmm yeah.. you come with Billy?"
Stevie nodded, and he said quietly "Yeah.. and Tommy, and his girlfriend Carol." Eddie took another hit off the joint - and then he passed it back to Stevie, who took a drag - and another before passing it back - his eyes closed as he exhaled. "But they're not.. really your friends." Eddie said, and Stevie opened his eyes - "We just hang out sometimes.. Billy is.. kind of a dick, sometimes he's not so bad .. but mostly he's.. well.." Stevie muttered his face going pink again.
"He's not so bad when he's not being a homophobic asshole?" Eddie asked and Stevie just stared at him - his dark eyes big - scared.
"I'm.. not g-gay." Stevie said quietly, and Eddie just smirked - he took another hit off the joint - he passed it back and said amused, "So you and Billy just mess around when he's not pretending he's into girls?"
Stevie was staring at Eddie - big intense eyes - now all wet with unshed tears, and he stammered out - "He's not interested in m-me that way.. and if he knew I was.. q-queer he'd kill m-me."
Eddie just stared at Stevie, he watched him finish off the joint - and then flick it out the opened window.
Stevie bit his thumb, all anxious - and he stammered out, "Y-you gonna kick my ass?"
"Why would I do that." Eddie said quietly, and Stevie stared at him from under his lashes again - breathing out slowly, Eddie murmured "You're into him? Billy?"
Stevie stared out the window, and he said softly - "No? He's.. into girls. I don't have a death wish."
Eddie snickered softly, and Stevie looked at him - he shoved Eddie gently, and said "You're an asshole.. it's not f-fucking funny."
"It is.. a little bit, because he's as queer as you and me.. he's just in denial." Eddie said and Steve stared at him - "You're.. q-queer?" His voice soft, and Eddie smirked - "What you didn't pick up on that? Do I give off the vibe that I'm interested in girls?" He asked and Steve was blushing again, "I d-don't know? I mean.. I'm not exactly an expert.." His voice was all soft and nervous and Eddie laughed softly, Stevie let out a soft little laugh of his own, and he said "Why do you think Billy's queer.. he's not?"
Eddie smirked, and he said, "Oh Baby doll.. he seems queer to me - seriously repressed - but maybe I'm just talking shit, is that why you've been asking around about me.. You were curious, thought maybe I was like you - you wanted to come and say hello to me.. didn't you." His voice was soft, and Stevie was blushing again - Eddie thought him blushing was too cute, sexy.
"I.. didn't know if you were, I just.. I was curious about you." Stevie said softly.
"Curious about me." Eddie repeated and Stevie nodded - "...You know what they say about curiosity hmm?" Eddie said with a smirk. "I told you, I've seen you around at uh parties and stuff." Steve said softly, before he bit on his thumb.
Eddie leaned in a little and murmured "I've seen you around too. Sweet little thing."
Stevie shifted his head, and Eddie murmured "You don't think Billy's a little bit queer?"
Stevie said softly, "Why are you interested in him?" He had a pout, and Eddie smirked - "No? He's not really my type." He lowered his gaze, and Stevie whispered - "Oh.. you, what is your type?" He let out a soft exhale.
Eddie smirked and said softly, "Pretty little things, with big sweet eyes - hung up on repressed assholes that are no good for them.. you know corruptible.."
"...Who said I was innocent?" Stevie gave him a little smirk, and then that innocent look was back again.
The things it did to him, Eddie wanted to corrupt - no ruin this little Puta.
Eddie said softly, "Oh are you saying that your not?."
Stevie let out a soft little laugh, and he shook his head - "I'm not saying anything at all - I'm just.. you're the one making assumptions."
Eddie smirked, and he said - "Oh so am I assuming wrong then Baby doll?" His voice softer, like he was asking Stevie secretly - Stevie just stared at him, all innocent - and sweet - the blush back again.
"How.. old are you Eddie?" Stevie asked him and Eddie smirked and said softly, "Older than you."
Stevie bit his bottom lip, he said softly - "How old? Wanna know, why won't you tell me?"
"I never said I wouldn't tell you, I just said.. that I'm older than you." Eddie murmured.
Stevie shifted a little closer, he whispered "I know you are.. you're older, like.. way older than me - pervert."
Eddie smirked, and Stevie let out a soft laugh, "Mhmm.. you are a dirty old man." He said softly - but Stevie was biting his thumb, looking at him from under his lashes.
Eddie murmured "I don't think you give a shit about that - you know how old I am don't you, you asked someone.. so why'd you ask me if you already knew."
Stevie whispered against his mouth, "Uh-huh.. I asked your friend Marcel... he said you're twenty-seven. And I asked you cos I knew you wouldn't wanna tell me, cos you think I'm just a baby."
Eddie murmured, "Yeah.. I am - and you are just a baby."
Stevie slid his arms around Eddie's neck and he said softly, "So?" He whispered against Eddie's mouth, "You still like me.. you want to know me, because you're curious about me too.."
Eddie breathed out softly, Stevie licked at his mouth - tentatively, unsure. It was really all he needed - the go signal. Eddie made a soft noise in his throat and stroked his tongue against Stevie's - before kissing him deeper, stroking his tongue into Stevie's mouth.
Stevie let out a soft little whimper, pressing his body in closer - his arms sliding around Eddie's neck. The kiss became possessive - Eddie cradled Stevie's face in his hands, his tongue coaxing Stevie's - stroking deeper, claiming his mouth and making Stevie make the sweetest little noises for him - those noises were addictive, delicious.
Stevie slid his fingers into Eddie's hair - and Eddie kept kissing him, kissing Stevie till both of them were desperate for air back in their lungs. They chased each other for more though, not wanting to stop - every time Eddie pulled back? Stevie chased for more, his fingers tugging on Eddie's hair - and Eddie couldn't say no, he couldn't stop either.
Stevie whispered breathlessly "...You taste sweet, like candy - hmm your mouth.."
Eddie murmured, "You taste sweet too, so.. fucking sweet - makes me.. think things..."
Stevie blushed and whispered, "You're my first kiss. I.. want you to kiss me again Eddie? T-think about things? What t-things."
"Yeah? You want another kiss sweetheart?" Eddie murmured, he sucked on Stevie's bottom lip - biting softly, and then he teased with his tongue - making Stevie shiver. He made a soft, sweet little noise - Eddie's tongue stroked into his mouth, but he kissed him slower - taking his time, not rushing and Stevie whimpered in his throat.
It was so addictive, hearing him make those sweet, needy little noises - like music to his ears. Eddie curled his fingers against Stevie's throat, and he murmured "So you've never had a kiss before? Till now?"
Stevie just let out a soft little exhale, his lips all swollen - his eyelids heavy, "Uh-huh yeah." His voice was all breathy and soft, and Eddie smirked as he leaned in closer and brushed his lips against the younger man's throat. "So did you.. plan on me being your first kiss? Or were you secretly hoping it'd be Billy."
Eddie nipped against Stevie's throat, and Stevie tugged on his hair - whimpering softly, "No.. I didn't want it to be him.."
"No?" Eddie murmured against Stevie's ear, and he whispered "So.. you wanted it to be me?" Stevie shivered, and said nothing - but he curled his fingers against Eddie's chest, and Eddie whispered "Was it everything you thought it'd be? Hmm? Did you dream about my tongue in your mouth?"
Eddie cradled Stevie's face, just staring at him - and Stevie's stared back at him, breathing out all shaky - Eddie could feel his pulse - hammering under his fingers, beating like a birds wing. All erratic - and Eddie murmured against Stevie's mouth, "You're a little stalker, aren't you hmm?"
Stevie just stared at him, and Eddie smirked - "Little stalker, following me around.. watching me - asking people shit about me. You asked my friends questions about me? But you didn't talk to me till now.. whys that? Why did you come and ask me to buy weed tonight."
"I don't know.." Stevie said softly, he lowered his gaze to Eddie's mouth - and Eddie murmured, "You don't know?" Stevie curled his fingers against Eddie's chest, and he whispered, "Don't know." Eddie let out a soft little laugh, and Stevie pouted at him again.
He was just too cute, too sweet - Eddie smirked and Stevie said softly, "Think about w-what things, you didn't answer.."
Eddie said softly, "Oh I know.. I didn't answer on purpose." He brushed his thumb over Stevie's bottom lip, and leaned in - he whispered against Stevie's ear, "I can't tell you all my secrets, stalker."
"I'm not a stalker.." Stevie said softly, but he giggled - and Eddie murmured, "Mhmm yeah, you are.. aren't you.. fucking following me around - watching me with those big eyes, you're a little creeper. Definitely a stalker. I'm still not selling you weed."
Stevie brushed his lips soft against Eddie's cheek, then his jaw - his top lip - and Eddie smirked as he said softly, "Please Eddie? I'll be so good for you, I promise? I can get all my friends to buy off you too?"
"Oh so you're gonna try and blackmail me now with potential customers?" Eddie said amused, he gripped Stevie's chin - and raised an eyebrow, Stevie looked at him from under his lashes and he said softly, "I know a lot of people.. they're like me, bored rich kids - with money to burn. Some of them are assholes, you'd have fun selling them your stuff."
"Would I now." Eddie said softly, and Stevie nodded yes - that innocent look back, and Eddie just laughed - that made Stevie bite his chin, getting brave - "You don't have to laugh at me." Stevie said petulantly, and Eddie murmured, "But you're a brat - its fun to see you get all pissed off, when you don't get what you want."
"I know that you're.. good at what you do, that you sell the best stuff - no matter what you're selling." Stevie said softly, playing to his ego - and Eddie gripped Stevie's chin again, "You know that? How do you know that stalker, who you been talking too." Eddie murmured.
Stevie shrugged, and then he said with a smirk - "I asked around, lots of people told me that.." His voice all soft again, Stevie brushed his lips against Eddie's - feather soft, and he whispered "You have a reputation.."
"Well if you know I have a reputation, why are you even trying to get all up in my business hmm?" Eddie said quietly, staring at Stevie - "You should be staying away from me. You're playing with fire, you don't wanna get burned."
Stevie whispered against his mouth, "You don't wanna hurt me.." Confident in that - Stevie's heart was still racing, Eddie brushed his lips over his pulse - and he murmured, "What makes you so sure about that Sweetheart?" He stroked the tip of his tongue over Stevie's pulse - and Stevie shivered again.
"Because.. y-you like m-me." Stevie said softly.
Eddie smirked, and then he stared at Stevie again - "Or.. I'm just playing with you because its fun, and because I can." He murmured against Stevie's mouth, "I bet I could get you to do whatever I wanted, couldn't I hmm?"
Stevie's breath caught in his throat, and Eddie murmured "You'd do it.. whatever I told you to do.. little puta."
Eddie kissed Stevie all dirty and possessive, he sucked on Stevie's tongue - and then said softly, "Wouldn't you hmm?" Stevie let out a soft, shaky breath - Eddie smirked and murmured, "You're gonna have to stop stalking me. I'm too old for you.. and you're really too cute, you could get me into trouble."
He didn't really give a shit about that, but he wanted to see if Stevie would listen to him - or.. if he'd do the complete opposite of that.
He already knew - but he wanted to play, and he was sure that Stevie wanted to play too.
Eddie pulled back, he opened his lock box and took out a small bag of weed - Stevie was biting on his finger, an Eddie smirked - "...Don't make me regret this." He handed it to Stevie, who put it in his pocket, and he said softly, "I'll.. send my friends your way Eddie.."
"Course you will Sweetheart, you should go back to the party.. stay out of trouble." Eddie said with a smirk, and Stevie was all flustered - he gave Eddie an almost petulant look again, and he had to resist the urge to laugh - because he was already wanting to stay. Goddamn can't help himself, he's addicted already.
"Uh.. okay." Stevie's voice was breathless, and Eddie just stared at him - "You got your kiss, and your weed - you can go now." Eddie said with a smirk, but Stevie said - "How much do I owe you?"
Eddie waved his hand, "This one is free. Besides.." He licked his lips and said, "I got some kisses out of it.. I think that was pretty fair, especially because it was your first kiss.." He smirked at Stevie, who stammered out, "Oh my god you're an asshole!"
He muttered under his breath as he got out of the car and Eddie laughed, "I never said I wasn't Baby doll.." He gave Stevie a little wave - and Stevie glared at him first, then he pouted - and Eddie winked, "Bye Stalker.."
Stevie went back into the house, but he looked over his shoulder - and Eddie smirked, he knew perfectly well that it wouldn't be the last time he saw Stevie Harrington.
It was only the beginning.