"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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Night.
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Billy and Darian drove silently in the blue Camaro, neither of them was able to form proper words to the other. There was so much left unsaid after an afternoon of exploring one another's bodies. In a gym shower of all places. The risk of getting caught had their hearts racing, making it feel so much better.
Slowly the car pulls up to a familiar parking lot, the dim lights softly reflecting against the cool metal. Billy was pulling up to the convenience store where they had first met. A memorable night, which future Billy and Darian will come to realize, is where their life started.
Billy puts the car in park, leaning back in his seat before turning to stare at Darian. "Stay here." Billy orders, making the brunette lift an eyebrow at his harsh tone. Billy rolls his eyes, he knows Darian wasn't going to listen to him if he was an asshole. "Please." He grits out
Darian smirks in return, settling down on his seat, ignoring the sharp stab at his ass, he wasn't going to let Billy see how much his dick affected him. He knew he'd never let him live it down. Darian was still getting used to the stretch, so it's going to take a while before it's a dull pain.
Without another word, Billy opens his door, ducking his head before he makes his way towards the entrance, making Darian wait for a while. Darian shifts in his place, a little annoyed.
Finally, Darian sighs and leans his head against his seat, closing his eyes as relaxes. There was just something about being in a car that Darian found so comforting. Before he can finally drift off, the driver's seat is yanked open, startling the tired teen. Billy's face comes into view, his lips spreading into a toothy smirk. "No rest for the wicked baby." Billy teases, making Darian roll his eyes for the thousandth time that night. He shifts in his seat to watch Billy as he places two large slurpees and two pretzels in between them.
Before Darian can say anything, Billy pulls out a handful of pixie sticks from his pocket, offering them to Darian.
Darian stares at him surprised, his mouth slightly agape. Billy doesn't acknowledge his surprise. Slowly Darian reaches over and he grabs the sticks of sugar. "Come on finish your slurpee, I don't want you spilling on the seats, I'm still finding kernels in the seats." Billy says
Darian stays silent and he reaches over, grabbing a blue raspberry slurpee. Billy continues to stay silent as he grabs his cherry-flavored slurpee.
