#steven hyde

"my hands just feel so...bubbly!"

hyde looked down at you like you were crazy. of course, it was not your first time getting high, far from it, actually, but the mix of staying up past three in the morning and having been smoking since a little before eleven pm was really catching up on you. currently, you were laid across the foreman's basement couch, your legs lazily draped across hyde's lap.

"jesus, you say the weirdest shit when you're high," hyde said, "and when you're sober. you're just a weirdo, aren't you?"

"nuh-uh!" you protested. "you say weird shit too, like how the government is out to get you and is going to put chips in our arms one day!"

"yeah, cause they are. you just say weird shit, like that."

you pouted. you and hyde had been doing your thing for a few months now. it was easier when his mom was never home, but now since he was living in the foreman's basement it was getting harder to sneak around. just yesterday eric had come downstairs to get laundry from the dryer and caught you sneaking out the back door in hyde's black sabbath t-shirt and pajama pants that were way too big for you. of course, eric wouldn't snitch (after all you had heard all about their escapades from donna), but one day you were certain red, kitty, or even laurie were gonna come down the stairs and then you would be in deep shit.

hyde was never one for showing affection. even after sex, he mostly just laid next to you and sometimes asked if you needed water. but he fucked you so good you didn't even care. yeah, maybe that meaned you needed just a tad bit more self-respect, but it was the goddamn 70s! women could have fun and sleep around! it wasn't a crime. still, you often caught him with a hand rubbing your arm when he thought you were asleep or too high to remember. right now, you could feel a big hand caressing your knee. you began to squirm under the feeling.

"yeah?"

"s-shut up."

hyde laughed, his voice low and dark. his hand continued further up your leg, reaching your inner thigh. you were wearing a long skirt, with nothing underneath. your feminist book club had said it was good to let her breathe down there when you could.

"nothing under there, huh?" hyde said, sliding his hand right in between your legs. "you really are a slut sometimes."

that too. easy access was another big plus.

"h-hyde," you whined.

"tell me what you need."

"need...fingers!"

"i think you can use more words than that, right?"

"please! i need your fingers!"

you lifted your hips, sliding the long skirt completely off. hyde's fingers slightly danced against your clit, before he began rubbing it gently in slow, small circles. how he got so good at this, you didn't wanna know. but it felt so good. you felt your core tighten, the weed making you feel everything even more intensely than usual.

"gonna cum already, slut?" hyde chuckled, beginning to rub your clit even faster.

"yes, ugh! please...fuck!"

you felt your core tighten and very, very quickly, you felt an orgasm wash over you. your legs spasmed and felt like jelly.

"t-thank you," you muttered. you started to reach for your skirt, but hyde pulled your hand away.

"nah, i think you can give me another."

this time, hyde scooted down, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor, face right in between your thighs. donna had said eric had only done this a few times, and jackie said kelso flat-out refused, but hyde seemed to love it. it was one of the only things that could make him break that laissez-faire "whatever" chill asshole thing he had going.

hyde's mouth quickly capture your clit, sucking on it gently. since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you whined excessively as hyde's tongue poked your clit gently. your hands tangled into his curly hair, tugging as hyde was basically sucking the life out of you from between your legs. his tongue poked your entrance, before he slid his tongue into the wet, dripping hole. you bit your lip, trying desperately to not let out the loudest, naughtiest moans of your life.

hyde gave your clit one last suck, before you once again felt yourself cum.

"needy girl," hyde said. "you think you got one more for me, huh? you wanna feel me inside your pussy?"

"yes, hyde please!"

hyde undid his belt, pulling his jeans down with his boxers. he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. your eyes rolled back as he slid out almost entirely, then slammed back in. his dick felt so good inside you, stretching you out.

"all i need to do is get you a little high and you're the neediest slut in the world," hyde said in between thrusts. "who are you a slut for, baby? come on, tell me."

"you, hyde! just you!"

it made you feel good to admit this, but hyde never lasted long inside you. your third orgasm hit quickly, and hyde pulled out just in time, releasing on your chest with a moan. he sat there on his knees for a second, before grabbing a box of tissues off the side table, wiping your stomach with them. while you laid back, trying to recover from your three orgasms, hyde picked your skirt off the ground. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs wouldn't let you. hyde rolled his eyes.

"here, i got you."

hyde picked you up, something you had never seen before from him. he carried you to his small room in the basement, covering you with a blanket before crawling in next to you. the last thing you felt and heard before drifting into sleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead and a

“sweet dreams.”

that next morning…

you found the back door quickly, pulling it open.

“now what the hell are you doing in my basement, flower child!”

you turned your head slowly in fear, red foreman glaring daggers at you.

“uhh…nice to see you, bye!”

you bolted out the back door, not wanting your ass to become a hat, as eric would say.

“now when are going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” red shouted at hyde after you had left. “stop being a dumbass!”

“Oh my God, re-lax! Each bed is a queen, and there’s a pullout couch in the living room. So, I think…” Jackie trailed off, inching towards Kelso until she was latched around his arm. “Michael and I take one room, Donna and Eric take a room, and…” Jackie looked at you, Hyde, and Fez, who were all staring at her expectantly. “You guys can figure the rest out. Come on!”

With that, Jackie pulled Kelso towards a hallway, beckoning Donna to do the same with Eric. When it was just you and the two boys left, you turned to them.

“I call dibs on the room.” You said quickly, turning to where the rest of your friends had gone. “You guys can decide who gets the couch.” Then you sped off to find your room.

Luckily, Jackie seemed to have been waiting for you, keeping her head poked out into the hall. When she saw you, she grinned and pointed to the door across hers.

When you walked in, you mentally patted yourself on the back for racing to the room. Although it was more rustic than the Burkharts’ usual extravagance, it was still way nicer than what you and your friends were used to. 

The bed was buried under fluffy blankets and mountains of pillows, with matching nightstands and lamps on either side. On the left was a dresser and vanity, both with more drawers than you knew what to do with. On the right was a desk and some doors that led to a small balcony.

You were unpacking when the door creaked open. Hyde came through, closing the door behind him and dropping his bag on the floor.

“That was quick.” You commented after looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Did you and Fez actually talk, or did you just punch him in the arm until he said you could have the room?”

“The way I got the room doesn’t matter. What matters is that I got the room.”

You continued to unpack. Meanwhile, Hyde flopped onto what was clearly now his side of the bed, flicking his lighter on and off in boredom.

“You better not smoke in here.” You muttered, although you didn’t really sound like you’d stop him if he did. “Jackie’ll kill you.”

Hyde snorted at the thought. “Oh, yeah. She’ll get Kelso to pick her up so she can reach my neck.”

“Ha ha.” You said sarcastically, walking to the balcony doors that were framed by curtains. “We’ll make this the smoke spot.” You opened the doors, and the view made Hyde agree instantly. Your room had a perfect overview of the lake, which seemed to stretch on forever. The balcony wasn’t very large, just enough for a few people to stand together.

Hyde sat up and peered at you mischievously over his sunglasses. “What do you say we make it official?” A flame emerged from his lighter, and you knew what he was insinuating. Before you could answer, the door burst open.

“Ah! Kelso, what the hell?!”

“What?” The man in question looked surprised, like he hadn’t just barged into your room unannounced. You and Hyde rolled your eyes. “Jackie told me to tell you guys that we’re gonna go in the lake. Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Kelso ran out of the room, knocking his shoulder into the doorframe. “Ow!”

You shook your head and laughed before going into the dresser drawer you had just filled to grab your swimsuit.

“I guess I’ll see you down there.”

You turned around to respond to Hyde, but lost words at the sight in front of you. Rarely did you ever see Hyde with his shirt off, especially with him acting so casually about it. Your eyes widened when you saw his hands reach to mess with the zipper on his jeans. It was then that he decided you had been quiet for too long and looked up. Seeing you were staring back at him, he grinned smugly.

“Waiting for me to take my pants off, L/n?” Your mouth opened without an answer, and Hyde clicked his tongue in faux disappointment. “I’m not a piece of meat.”

“Hyde.”

“You should at least buy me dinner first.” He was now by the door, a pair of swim trunks and a little brown paper bag in hand. “I’ll see you down there.”

***

An hour later, you were sunbathing on the dock with the girls. From a couple yards away, you had been watching the boys play around in the lake. You all couldn’t help but giggle when watching Kelso and Hyde swing Fez back and forth to throw him farther into the water, or seeing the boys sneak up on and attempt to dunk each other. But eventually, you, Jackie, and Donna lay back to soak up the sun.

The sound of wet feet stepping on the dock caught your attention, and you turned your head toward the speed walker.

“Hey,” Eric sounded out of breath, waving his hand limply to you and Jackie in greeting while making his way to Donna. In his usual dramatic fashion, Eric all but collapsed next to her, giving her a kiss before he lay down to rest.

The footsteps didn’t end with Eric. They eventually slowed to a stop, and you could smell something burning. “Hey, Y/n.” You opened your eyes, squinting as they adjusted to the bright sun. Hyde held a smoking joint towards you, waving it around as if to entice you. “Want some?”

Grinning in delight, you reached out and carefully took the lit object from him. “Why, thank you.” You said before taking a slow inhale. Eric’s hand quickly appeared in front of you, ready to take the joint as soon as you were done. You laughed at his eagerness, taking another hit before passing it off. Jackie, who was between the two of you, grimaced.

“Ugh, that smells so gross.” She scrunched her nose. “You are not smoking that on my dock.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Hyde plucked the joint out of Eric’s hand and jerked his head towards the manmade path to the lake. “Y/n, wanna come?”

You practically floated out of your chair and close to Hyde’s side. The weed was already hitting you, relaxing you to where you started leaning against your friend for support as you walked down to the water. Luckily, Hyde didn’t seem to mind, which was surprising considering he wasn’t one to be touchy.

Once you reached the water, Hyde surprised you further by grabbing your hand. He started guiding you along the water, getting farther from your friends in the lake and the view of your friends on the dock.

Eventually, you stopped at a large rock just a few feet away in the water. You yelped as you stepped in, not expecting the water’s sudden chill. You and Hyde sat shoulder to shoulder, looking at the expansive lake.

“Damn.” Hearing the man sigh, you looked over to see what was the matter. He now held a filter tip with a slightly burned end. “All gone.” Then he flicked it into the water before pulling a fresh joint from behind his ear, as if it were a pencil. How you failed to notice it until now, you’re not sure. Maybe his curly locks had been concealing it. 

“Here.”

Blinking back to reality, you realized Hyde was holding the joint to your mouth, waiting for you to accept it. You did so, feeling your cheeks heat up. But instead of grabbing it like you normally would, you simply leaned forward to wrap your lips around the filter.

Hyde smirked, like that was his expected result. He pulled a lighter out from the other side of his head (what else could be hiding up there?) and flicked it on.

The earth stilled as the flame moved closer, with you and Hyde refusing to look away from each other. Carefully lighting the end, Hyde watched you slowly inhale. Your eyelids fluttered shut as the taste hit you, much more intense since the bud was actively burning. It wasn’t long before you were coughing and sputtering., handing the lit object to your friend.

Hyde handled his hit better, still coughing a small bit but doing a good job at pushing it down. Sensing you’d be good for a while, he hit the joint again.

Your eyes were glued to his lips, no matter how much you were yelling at yourself to look away. The filter had the faintest mark of your pink glittery lip gloss, which you then found on Hyde’s mouth when he took the joint away.

“You want it?”

Hyde’s voice brought you to reality, where he was trying to hand you the joint because he thought you were drooling over it. God, you had to get a hold of yourself.

You grabbed the object, reveling in the few seconds where your fingers were touching. “Thanks.”

***

Hours later, the group was dry and warm in the living room. The boys had gone to the nearest town, about twenty minutes away, to pick up pizza and drinks for dinner, because there was no way any of you were cooking tonight, even if it was just hot dogs over a fire. While awaiting their arrival, you and the girls flipped through the channels on TV to find something to watch.

In front of the Burkharts’ TV was a low and round coffee table, which was currently covered in semi-empty pizza boxes. Surrounded by the table were three loveseats. On the one in front of the backyard patio, Kelso was demolishing his fifth slice while Jackie fussed over his hair. Eric and Donna, on the center couch, leaned against each other as they ate. And you were able to get the one across from Jackie all to yourself, taking advantage of the space by laying across it, resting your head on the single armrest that allowed you to enjoy the hijinks of the Mystery Gang.

But you didn’t get to enjoy the solitude for long.

“Can I sit?”

You didn’t have to look to see it was Hyde asking, standing behind the back of the seat while pointing to the foot-end of it with his chilled can of beer. You gave a hum of approval, and Hyde was quick to sit down. Instead of giving you the opportunity to make room for him, he lifted your feet with his free hand and placed them back down in his lap after he was settled. You reached down to the floor for your soda, using the drink to distract yourself from how your heart started to race.

It was sometime past midnight when everyone started heading to bed; your mind was too occupied to really know. Hyde had been absentmindedly holding you for hours. When his drink was gone, he started using your legs as a place to rest his arms. Whenever a theme song or commercial jingle played, he tapped along to the tune on your shins. Maybe you were just imagining it, but every time you moved to grab something from the floor or table, he’d grip your leg just enough for you to notice. As if he were making sure you wouldn’t roll off the couch.

You felt a squeeze again, this one more deliberate. You looked over to see Hyde already looking at you.

He jerked his head towards the hall. “Wanna go to the room?”

You would’ve been embarrassed by how quick you were to stand if you weren’t so giddy. You were about to share a bed with your friend who was inexplicably becoming more attractive to you by the minute.

You both said goodnight to Fez, who had made himself quite comfortable under a bundle of blankets with an insane stash of candy. Hyde let you lead the way down to your shared room. It puts you a bit on edge, and you hoped hours of lying on the couch didn’t make the back of your hair too much of a mess.

The door closed behind Hyde, making you freeze. What now?

“So…” Hyde started after a beat of silence, “Are you tired?”

“Not really.” You answered, looking at him just to see he was already watching you. “You?”

He shook his head, and a mischievous smile soon emerged. Hyde flicked his head towards the balcony doors behind you. He dug around in his pocket for a moment before bringing out his lighter and flicking it on. “Wanna make it official now?”

You couldn’t help but blush. Luckily, it wasn’t noticeable in the dark. You waited, as if someone was going to barge in and interrupt like earlier today.

But it was just you and Hyde, who was waiting for an answer.

“Sure.”

It was a warm summer night, which you appreciated since you were wearing shorts and a loose shirt. The moonlight barely illuminated the view of the lake, but it was still beautiful.

“Ladies first.” Hyde said, handing you the joint he had just finished rolling. Letting out a satisfied hum, you plucked it out of his fingers and popped the filtered end into your mouth. Like at the lake, Hyde lit the joint for you, but you were better at not coughing this time.

“Nice job.” He commented as he took the smoking object, taking a long drag.

Having Hyde’s eyes glued on you made you more lightheaded than the weed, so you let him hog it. A part of you liked watching him, doing what he did best. What differed from all the other times, though, was that his sunglasses were gone and he was in his pajamas, gray sweatpants and a white tank top. Somehow it was even hotter than seeing him drenched in just shorts. Maybe because now he seemed so relaxed.

“You want it?” You saw his lips move to say, and it was then you realized you had been staring at his mouth and were practically drooling over him. He was presumably talking about the joint, but you knew you wanted him more.

Then you looked into his eyes. Behind those heavy lids and glassy blue orbs, he was staring back down at you with hunger and want. Like he could read your dirty thoughts and was thinking the same things.

You nodded slowly, not knowing what you were about to get.

Hyde brought the joint back to his own mouth to smoke. What a tease, you thought.

Or maybe not, because soon after, he grabbed your chin with his free hand to guide your lips to his. His fingertips pushed against your cheeks to keep your mouth open, and you started tasting the smoke that he had inhaled. You breathed in and exhaled through your nose, ignoring the way it burned your nostrils by focusing on how soft Hyde’s lips were against yours.

Hyde’s hand moved into your hair, pushing you further into the kiss. He set the joint down on the railing so he could grab your waist. It soon became a frenzy of lips, tongues, and wandering hands. It took everything in you to keep yourself up, but once Hyde touched your pebbled nipples and you could feel his hard-on through his sweats, you were quick to pull him towards the bed.

The morning after would be filled with looks and jabs from your friends, who could probably hear your activities. But for now, it was just you and Hyde under the sheets. Not quite how you imagined sharing the bed with him this weekend, but you hoped it was how you’d spend every weekend in the future.

***