Don't Panic - B. Hargrove

THIRTY-ONE

David would never have thought that making out would turn out to be that amazing. Since early childhood, he had been disgusted by the thought of sharing saliva with someone else, by the wet noises and dumb faces people made. But now, he wasn't even thinking about any of that. Now the mixture of sensations had taken over once again, making his entire body light, fuzzy and tingly. Billy had pushed him back into the mattress and was now hovering over him, his hands everywhere at once.
This was a Halloween remake to remember. Billy's fingers dug into his skin, setting David's skin aflame under their tips.
"Billy," David gasped and he could feel the other boy grin against the spot on his neck he had been kissing.
His arm tightened against David's hip, making his back arch upwards to press himself even more to Billy's body. The tiny boy could feel him panting while covered in his warmth and smell, another heavenly experience. And then, Billy's hand traveled down, first gracing his thing then settling on his ass, giving it a good, firm squeeze. This time, a full-on moan escaped David's lips. "You make me so horny," Billy responded, desperately growling against the boy's skin while his grip got harder on him, eager to create as much body contact and friction as possible.
"Billy!" David moaned once again as the pleasure was almost too much to endure, his fingers crawling into the other boy's back, whose hand had confidently slipped into the tiny boy's pants, driving him mad with every rough stroke.
"Please, don't stop," David whimpered, eyes firmly closed while tiny specs were dancing in front of them.
He had never felt so good in his entire life.

But Billy did stop. He pulled back his hand and pealed his body off the other boy, greeting David with a grin as his eyes fluttered open. And there laid something in his eyes that briefly pushed the list away that was hooding them. David blinked at him completely disagreeing with the distance between them and was more than happy when Billy quickly pulled his shirt over his head and came back to hover over him again.
He leaned in again, lips returning to David's, who let out a hum of contentment and let his hands travel over Billy's torso freely.
"Oh, hi Neil, you're home already? " the loud voice of Max suddenly echoed through the door and the two boys looked at each other wide-eyed. "Shit!" Billy exclaimed lowly as he jumped off the bed, gripping his shirt from the floor and putting it back on.
The mood was instantly killed and replaced by anxious fear within both boys. David sat up just as quickly, running a hand over his hair to flatten it, assuming it looked like a bird's nest from all the tossing and turning in the sheets.
"Your pants," Billy pointed out as the other boy let himself slide in front of the bed to hide behind the books waiting on the tiny table.
David looked down, his pants indeed wide open, and busied himself which closed it, finishing just in time as footsteps got closer.

Billy didn't have time to sit down, it was a miracle he had finished to fox himself up by the time the door swung open, revealing his father in the frame, glaring first at Billy, then down at David.
The disparagement of that act alone made Billy's blood boil, which was only intensified by how uncomfortable David shifted in his seat, squirming under the man's gaze. All the rosy color had existed how to face as fast as it had risen to leave it in the usual paleness, blue, indifferent eyes looking up at Neil while his hands claps the chemistry book as if he had just read a passage out aloud.

"Ah, you're the tutor," the man seemed to remember and David nodded, instinctively standing up like Neil expected him to.
He looked so tiny compared to the massive man with the perfectly tidy haircut and mustache of an ex-soldier, Billy wanted nothing more than to pull him into his arms and protect him from his father's harsh judgment. Neil had a very strict idea of how a man had to look like and David wasn't meeting any of those criteria in the slightest. 

"That's David," Billy tried to turn his father's attention back to him, which did not work.
"You're the one who teaches my son science," Neil said and David nodded softly.
"I hope he doesn't waste your time. Academics have never been his strongest talent. To be honest, I don't know what he's even good at."

David's gaze met Billy's, unjudging but full of understanding.
"He's getting better," the boy than said, voice surprisingly firm as he straightened his posture.
"Good. Keep up the good work then," Neil hummed, then he looked at his son again, Billy averting his gaze to the floor like he knew his father liked him too.
"Don't embarrass me," were the man's last words before he left again, the door falling close behind him.
Billy runs a hand over his face before meeting David's gaze again.

"He's always like that," he answered the tiny boy's silent question, keeping quiet about that conversation being one of the nicer ones he had had with the man lately.
"Maybe I should drive you home. I can't focus on him in the house anyways. " David nodded and started to pack up his things.

They didn't talk until they entered Billy's car.
"My father was like that too," David said as  Billy started the engine.
"He called me useless, a fairy, little girl, whatever you can think of. And he beat me for not being enough like him." He fumbled with the hem of his jacket, hands pushed between his thighs to keep warm while he glanced at Billy.
"Now I know he should never have talked to me like that. Neither should your father. You're not like him either. And that's a good thing."

Billy pulled out of the driveway, frowning. He had always been told how much he resembled the man he hated so much. David was the first to tell him otherwise. And it felt nothing short of amazing. The Byers boy was strangely wise beyond his years and although bad at understanding social cues was surprisingly good at choosing his words sometimes. He sighed, then reached out to put his hand on the tiny boy's leg, gently squeezing it.
"Why do you need to be so damn smart? " he sighed heavily, briefly glancing at the other, who just shrugged, looking out the window.
"I like that about you," Billy added, unsure if David had misinterpreted his previous statement.
And he smirked as he noticed how the boy's ears grew bright red.
"I like you too," David muttered under his breath but Billy heard it regardless, grinning like a maniac as he looked at the street ahead, his hand wandering slightly up on the other boy's thigh.
He could get used to that feeling. He squeezed a little more, only noticing it when David gasped.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to.. ." he started to apologize but David interrupted him before he could say more.
"It's alright. I like it."
"What?" Billy asked, a little puzzled.
"When you're rough, " the tiny boy meekly confessed, awkwardly avoiding the other blunt stare of disbelief.
"You  like it when I'm rough with you?"
David nodded.
"Yes. I don't like to be pat. The firm is better" 

Billy gulped, having to force himself to look at the street again. This tiny, new piece of information was making him feel things he didn't know how to handle while driving.
"Like that?" he hummed, giving in the urge to slide his hand back to his original spot, this time fingers digging into the inside of David's thigh, who nodded again.
"Yes."
"You can't tell me shit like that when I'm driving," Billy bluntly stated, more than relieved as he could pull up to the Byers' house, bringing the car to an abrupt stop.
David looked at him in confusion. "Why not?"  The other boy let out a small laugh as he turned to look at him properly.

"You have no idea how hot that is, don't you?"
"No," David shrugged.
"But I'm sure you can show me another time"

Without waiting for an answer, the boy exited, leaving Billy behind, who looked after him longingly as he entered the house.