Behind Closed Doors

November 6th, 1984

Steve shivered as Hargrove reached into his underwear and grabbed his dick. It was different having a boy's hand on his dick than a girl's. It was bigger, a firmer grip, like he was sure he knew what he was doing (and considering he also had a dick, that was very likely). The blond pulled Steve's dick out of his underwear and gave it a few strokes. He was looking at it like it was a delicious meal, ready to be devoured. As soon as Hargrove leaned forward and licked the tip, Steve jolted and gasped.

The lack of experience Steve had definitely made him more sensitive. Billy couldn't lie, it was honestly a huge turn on that Steve was extra sensitive. He'd been told multiple times that he had a 'magic tongue', so he'd have to go easy on Steve since it was his first blowjob. He started off with just licking the tip of his cock with the tip of his tongue. There wasn't any precome yet, that was at least a good sign. He tried tracing the crown of Steve's cock with his tongue and got another jerk and moan from it. He kept switching back and forth between the two techniques for a few moments, then decided Steve was ready for his mouth.

It was embarrassing how Steve was already halfway to orgasming from just being licked. And then Hargrove actually wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and he had to grab onto the armrest in order to not thrust into Hargrove's mouth.

"Fuck." He groaned.

The sensations were somehow even more intense than actually having sex with a girl. As Hargrove slid lower and lower, Steve thought his head might actually explode from the pleasure. Fuck, that would be a way to die, death by blowjob. He squeezed his eyes shut so that he wouldn't come from the image of Hargrove sucking him off as he started to move up and down. His tongue was moving side to side as it went over his shaft, he was actually applying suction when he moved upward, his hand stoked what he couldn't fit in his mouth, and he was actually moaning.

Jesus fucking Christ.

At this point, Billy had gotten his own dick out and jerked himself off with his free hand while he sucked Steve's dick. Usually he'd be a bit quieter when doing sexual activities, but since he knew vibrations added to a blowjob, he didn't try to mute himself. He definitely wasn't going to swallow, and he knew Steve wouldn't last much longer. Billy intensified the suction a bit and Steve jerked his hips up.

"S-sorry." Steve gasped.

And that was all he could say before his orgasm hit him hard. Steve bit the back of his hand so he wouldn't shout from the intensity of his release. It felt like Hargrove was sucking out his soul through his cock, not even sex felt like this before and he'd had some pretty aweosme sex. Surprisingly, Hargrove didn't swallow any of it, he just reached into his pocket and spit into a tissue. That was when he noticed Hargrove's pants were open, and could see the shiny plastic of a condom.

"Do you... want help with that?" Steve breathed.

Hargrove looked up, clearly surprised. "You sure?"

Steve smiled. "I give and receive, I'd say my mutual satisfaction rate is pretty high."

"So I've heard, but you said you've never given a blowjob before."

"I think I can handle giving a handjob with a condom on."

Well, Billy couldn't argue with that. In his experience if a guy could jerk himself off well, he'd be decent at giving a handjob, and he was already halfway to an orgasm. Billy got up and maneuvered himself so that his knees were on either side of Steve's hips, and gave Steve a slow, sensual kiss. He could feel his cock brush up against Steve's shirt and suddenly, Steve's hand was on his shaft. He didn't seem nervous at all as he started pumping his fist up and down on him.

Hargrove gasped out of the kiss, and rested his forehead on the seat behind Steve. Jerking off someone else's dick wasn't exactly alien. Not that Steve had done it before, the concept was just a little different than masturbating. The condom definitely made his hand feel weird, latex but also somewhat wet. He used the technique Hargrove seemed to like last time: squeezing the head on the upstroke, and when he did it, Hargrove jerked and sharply inhaled.

Billy didn't want to draw this out longer than he had to, but fuck, he didn't want it to end so soon, which was getting difficult. That little squeeze at the top of his dick was just right, then he felt one of Harrington's hands reach around and squeeze his ass. Billy didn't even realize that he was thrusting into Harrington's hand until he was close to coming.

"Fuck, I'm close." He whispered.

No sooner did he say that, Steve felt Hargrove's cock pulse in his hand. Steve's cock even twitched from it, but didn't get hard despite how fucking hot it was. After a while he felt Hargrove's cock soften, and he moved off of Steve's lap onto the driver's seat. Steve just watched as Hargrove got out a cigarette and lit it, shocked by how composed he was after all of this.

"Definitely mutual satisfaction." Billy said with a smirk. "Especially since that was your first time giving a handjob."

Steve shrugged. "I aim to please. It's not that different to jerking myself off."

Billy chuckled and took a drag of his cigarette. "Awesome."

Steve idly fidgeted with his jacket for a moment as silence swept over them, before he asked something that has been preying on his mind, "So are notes just gonna be the way we set this up?"

Billy shrugged. "Don't want to risk anyone overhearing a conversation nearby or on another line. You said yourself that your dad would kill you, my dad would go ballistic, so if we pass notes at school neither of them would notice it. I'll let you pick the next one."

Billy could only imagine how Neil would react to him sleeping with boys. He'd done a pretty good job at hiding it since he was 15 living in LA, but in a small town, things were harder to hide because everyone knew each other. One person noticing something meant they told their friend, then that friend told their friends, and it would go on and on until it got to Neil.

Steve really thought about that, and something in the back of his head thought maybe Hargove's dad was related to the bruises he saw. But it was pretty obvious before that Hargrove didn't want to talk about them, so he decided not to ask. He did, however, crack a small smile at a specific fact: his parents were out of town this weekend, which meant the house would be his. It also meant that there could be a lot more activities they could try.

"Y'know, my parents are leaving on a business trip this weekend. If you wanted, you could come over and, maybe watch some movies?"

Hargrove exhaled some smoke. "As a precursor to fucking?"

"Something like that."

"Send me a note when you know it'll be safe for me to come over. Don't want anyone asking questions."

A/N: hey guys. So I felt weird about not having a kind of "day to update" set, so I've come up with one. Every 2 weeks on Wednesday I will post a new chapter. So in 2 weeks, expect a new chapter :)