"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
November 1984
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Morning
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Darian woke up the next morning feeling sore and exhausted. His eyes lazily stare up at the ceiling, slowly blinking. Where the fuck was he. Despite his question, Darian makes no move to find out, not yet at least. The constant pressure on his chest was a little worrying, but he was too tired to lift his head. Just as he starts to relax and drift off, he hears a lewd moan right up into his ear, making his whole body freeze in panic.
He wasn't alone. Slow and steady, he begins to pull away, only to collapse onto the ground, letting out a soft groan. His head was pounding. Slowly he lifts himself off the ground, his muscles weak and shaky. Who the fuck did this to him.
He uses the chair and he pushes himself up, his thighs trembling. Fuck, he just lost his virginity and he can barely remember it. He's a hundred percent certain it was the best night of his life. He needed to see who fucked him like no tomorrow. Darian reaches over and he peels the covers off the mysterious person's face, his jaw-dropping. No fucking way, Jamie will not let him live this down.
He fully intended to enter that party to cause drama, to get under Billy's skin, but he didn't think it'd work after the other night. After almost getting caught.
Billy looked delicious under the sunlight, his chest glistening with sweat. He was completely hairless and god did he look lickable.
And if he could recall, he did lick him, thoroughly.
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Darian moans as Billy thrusts against him, his legs wrapped around the blond's waist, his stomach arching into Billy's. He was in heaven. This was heaven.
Slowly he licks along the vein in Billy's neck, sucking harshly, making Billy grunt. His sweat against his tongue was amazing, he wanted more.
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The memory made his face flush. But he shakes it out of his head, he doesn't have time to reminisce. Quickly, well as quickly as he can, the teen dresses himself, biting his lip as it pulls on his sore ass.
He needs out of here, wherever here is. He knew for sure he couldn't leave from the front door, he couldn't expose either of them.
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After an excruciating long walk, he made it home, his body plopping down on his bed with a sigh of relief. He was finally home in the comfort of his clean sheets. Poor Billy, Darian mourns. Those sheets need to see the furnace. Before he can fall asleep and replay the blissful events of last night, someone knocks on his door. His eyes snap open. No, not this morning.
