"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
July 1985
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Hawkins Mall
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A month later.
Darian sat at one of the booths at Scoops Ahoy, released from his shift five minutes ago and he was now waiting for Steve to finish locking up.
Steve approaches in his scoops ahoy attire and mused up hair, grumpy and tired. "Hey, handsome." Darian greets with a small grin, standing to meet the handsome sailor. Steve chuckles. "You don't have to lie to me, I know I look ridiculous." Steve hums
Darian shakes his head, nudging him with one of his chucks, wishing he could throw his arms around him. "Come on, let me treat you to something other than mall food and I'll show you how much I appreciate you in that outfit." Darian teases, biting his bottom lip and sending him a wink.
Darian takes pleasure at the flush he receives in return, Steve becoming a stuttering mess. "Calm down handsome, you're losing brain cells." Darian teases, playfully shoving his chest before walking ahead of him.
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Steve has Darian shoved against the hood of his car, lips attached to his, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, causing the younger teen to groan, fingers digging into soft brunette hair.
Steve hums, pulling away and staring down at Darian, "Come on, you promised food." Steve whispers with a smirk. Darian softly glares, riled up. "You're evil." Darian whines
Steve grins, moving to the driver's seat.
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Darian and Steve are comfortably eating in the darkness of Steve's car with tears for fear playing softly on the radio. The car was parked near the woods with trees providing them with privacy from the road and any passing cars.
Darian chuckles as Steve recalls a moment during his shift with Robin Buckley, his coworker who enjoyed giving him a hard time.
"And now she has this damn whiteboard and she marks every time I strike out with a girl." Steve says with a small grumble of annoyance.
"Oh really?" Darian asks with a teasing grin. Steve chuckles, placing a hand on the seat behind Darian's head. "Don't worry Dare, I'm only using my best moves with you." Steve whispers, slowly leaning closer. Darian smirks, tilting his face to meet Steve in the middle. Their lips meet in a soft kiss. Steve probes his lips with his tongue, earning a groan in response. Darian pushes up, his hand coming up and dragging his fingers through Steve's hair, earning a startled moan. "Shit." Steve curses against Darian's mouth. Steve scrambles quickly to remove his shirt, only pulling away to drag the shirt past his head, and attaching himself back to Darian.
