"I didn't need a hero, Billy." Darian sneers, dusting off his coat, eyes glaring.
Billy only smirks, reaching over and untangling one of Darians dark curls, quickly catching himself, pulling his hand back. "It didn't seem like that a minute ago." B...
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Hawkins, Indiana
October 1984
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Tina's Halloween Party
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Billy knew that at any moment someone could come through that door and catch the two of them. But Darian was staring at him with those dark sinful eyes. Eyes that pierced his soul and kept him pinned to his spot. Nothing but lust and alcohol was fuelling him. He was enjoying Darian's boldness, his dick clubbing up in his tight jeans. He was almost regretting going commando. Almost.
Billy licks his lips, he is practically salivating. "What do you want Darian, you've been hot and cold ever since I met you. First, you are repulsed by me, the next your practically humping my leg." Billy sneers, his hand itching at his sides, he wants to touch the teen, to manhandle him to submission. He felt like a predator preying after a vulnerable bunny. The dark-haired teen had no idea what he was starting.
Darian scoffs. Billy rolls his eyes in annoyance. "I certainly don't want you." Darian states, as if it were the most ridiculous thing, "Then wha-" Darian cuts him off. "I need you, Billy, I need you to fuck my brains out." Darian breathes, stepping closer. Billy stares down at him, letting the other feel him up, a smirk spreading onto his lips. I guess I'm not the only one depraved.
Billy lowers his head, his lips grazing Darian's chin. "Gladly." Billy whispers, quickly he grabs Darian by the hips and he plants him onto the counter. He was more than willing to finish what they started at that drive-up theatre. Darian reaches down and he quickly unbuttons the blue suit. Billy begins kissing down his neck as every patch of skin is exposed. His tongue pressed into the arch of his neck. Tasting his sweaty skin, groaning to himself.
The thinner teen moans, moving his hands over Billy's belt buckle and he quickly removes the restricting belt from his waist. Moaning as the leather accidentally snaps against him. Billy chuckles, grabbing Darian by the neck and pressing him against the mirror, making him gasp. "Stay." Billy whispers, his voice commanding.
Darian stares at him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling, watching with hunger as Billy pushes down his pants. His dick sprang up and slapped the teen on the thigh. Darian lifts an eyebrow, Billy obviously went commando. And lord he was loaded. Thick hands grab hold of Darian's thighs, spreading them apart. Those thighs of him had the taller teen groaning. They were girlish and pale, completely unmarked, and his for the taking.
Billy slowly kneels and he drags his nose along the softness of his skin, inhaling deeply. Billy was depraved. Darian wanted to arch back, to move to do anything, but he stayed, his eyes shutting tight. The teasing touch of Billy went to his head. A whine was building at the base of his throat, but he muffled it on his shoulder.
Pain. Pain is all Darian felt as Billy sinks his teeth into the inside of his thigh, making him arch up and let out a loud moan. Billy smirks against his skin, his dick twitching. The blond pulls back, his eyes dark and angry. He didn't want Darian to hold his voice back, he wanted to hear every pretty noise from those pretty lips.
He reaches over and digs into one of the drawers and he pulls out Vaseline, making Darian tense up. "Fuck no, anything but Vaseline, that shit burns." Darian hisses, his eyes wide, starting at the other as if he were insane. Billy chuckles, licking his lips. "Then what do you suggest, princess?" Billy asks, making the teen roll his eyes.
Darian brings his hand up to his mouth, placing two fingers on his lips. "I guess I have to do everything myself don't I." Darian breathes, finally taking them into his mouth. His eyes never waver as he lathers the two digits up. Billy licks his own lips. Finally, he reaches down, between his own thighs, keeping his eyes steady on his. Billy swallows harshly.
He was always the one putting on a show, never the girl. But Darian wasn't a girl, that was for sure.
He couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't handle hearing those moans when he should be the one causing them. Darian looked beautiful, his thighs closing around his wrist.
He couldn't wait.
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A/N
I cock blocked you I know! But I will have the full deal in the future.
