Warning: Smut
Facts to know:
-Domino's Pizza started their "30 minute delivery or it's free" pledge in 1984
-VHS tapes had just been introduced in 1981, so VCRs at the time cost around $2,000
-Heineken was THE beer everyone talked about in the 80s
-Surfing competitions started in the 80's, but surfing and 'surf bums' were more popular in the 60's and 70's
-No I will not explain what a VHS tape is, please google it
Earlier in the day during class, Billy got a note passed to him during Chemistry. Steve wasn't in his class, but he knew right away it was from him. It read,
Parents will be at the airport by 8 pm, address is below. They'll be gone until Tuesday. See you at 8:30.
-Steve
So, Billy subtly checked that Neil and Susan would be home that night so he wouldn't have to watch Max, got some beers from the store (a little bit nicer than usual), and headed to Steve's place at 7:30 since he'd need to find the place. He was curious as to what kind of place would house 'King Steve'. He knew there was a more upscale area in Hawkins, and after asking around, people who had been there said it was a larger, expensive building, complete with a pool. Everyone had a story from going to one of his parties, all of them awesome and complete with 'Harrington used to throw the best parties'. Well, Billy wasn't exactly going to a party, but he knew he'd have fun nonetheless.
Meanwhile, Steve had been sure to stock up on lube and condoms at the drugstore and rented Footloose to go with pizza. It wasn't exactly a date, but since they didn't have to worry about his parents coming home, they were allowed to take their time. Besides, pizza and a movie wasn't too bad of a precursor to fooling around. He made sure to shower, do his hair, and change his sheets so that they'd have somewhere comfortable to mess around.
Around 8:30, Billy had successfully navigated to Steve's place. It was definitely bigger and nicer than any of the places Billy had lived in, and so was the neighborhood surrounding it. Whatever Steve's parents did for a living definitely made them a shit ton of money. Billy parked the car in the driveway and got out with a six pack of beer in hand. He made sure to wear his red button up with his bomber jacket and his best pair of jeans to top it off. Definitely fuckable.
Steve's heart practically jumped when he heard the doorbell ring. This... he shouldn't have been nervous. They'd already met up like this twice, now there was the addition of a movie and pizza. Maybe it was the prospect of actually trying to get to know Hargrove that was unnerving, however now wasn't the time to analyze it. Steve flattened his shirt a bit before he left the kitchen. He wore a nice white t-shirt and fitted blue jeans so that he was appealing, but didn't look easy. It was a delicate balance he'd perfected over the years.
With a deep breath, Steve opened the door and almost lost his breath from how good Hargrove looked.
"Hey." He greeted.
"Hey yourself." Hargrove returned with a smoulder, and held up the beers. "You sure you wanna be sober this time? It's Heineken."
"Oof, you drive a hard bargain, but... maybe we could add pizza and a movie to the mix? My parents got a VCR."
Hargrove looked absolutely stunned. "Wait, you have a VCR?"
"My parents bought it two weeks ago, and I rented Footloose."
"Okay, sex can wait, I gotta see this." Billy said as he pushed past Steve into the house.
Billy had only ever seen pictures of VCRs in magazines or advertisements, they were way out of Neil's price range. Even renting them was extremely expensive, so the fact that Steve's parents bought it just confirmed that the Harringtons were rich. In the entryway, it felt a bit more middle class than rich. Art on the walls, different types of wallpaper, not flashy but not boring.
'Sex can wait', what kind of sex did Hargrove mean? Technically everything they did was foreplay, right? Steve had no idea how sex between two guys worked, but hopefully Hargrove could lead him through it. He'd been good at that so far. Steve gestured to the room on the right of the foyer and Hargrove immediately darted for the TV. Right there on the TV stand underneath the 2 year old TV, was the brand new VCR player. Steve watched as Hargrove kneeled in front of it and stared in awe.
"Holy shit." Billy whispered. "These are like 2,000 bucks and you just... have one in your living room."
"My dad is kind of a nerd, he had that on pre order as soon as it was available."
"Then why the hell are you living in Hawkins if you can afford this? You could be living in a mansion in Beverly Hills, or at least a condo."
Steve shrugged. "Dad grew up here, went to the city for college, he met mom in the same program, and decided to raise a family back home."
Billy stood up and placed the beers on the coffee table. "Well, show me what your nerd of a dad spent so much money on."
Steve manually turned on the TV at the console, then picked up the TV and VCR remotes. "I'm still figuring this out, so I'm sorry if I screw up."
Steve's dad had written down what to do on a note inside the manual, and after a few minutes of switching inputs and such, he finally was able to put the VHS tape into the VCR. His dad also made a note to rewind the tapes when you put them in using stop and rewind, which gave Steve a few minutes to go into the kitchen to get plates and the pizza.
While Steve went to the kitchen, Billy took off his coat and opened a beer. He figured that Steve's dad was a homebody. Anyone who wanted to stay in Fucking Nowhere Indiana was either boring or didn't want to leave. But in a small space in the back of Billy's mind... he wished he'd gotten here sooner. Apparently last year was the height of King Steve's reign, which meant no one would question if Steve and Billy hung out.
"I didn't know which pizza you liked," Steve came back into the living room with three pizza boxes and two plates. "So I got one cheese, one pepperoni, and one meat lover's."
Billy smirked. "You trying to make me fat, Harrington?"
Steve sat the pizza and plates on the coffee table, and sat to Billy's left. "And have you lose your six pack? Hell no, it makes basketball practice bearable."
Billy let out a laugh that was like a caw. "That explains why you suck at basketball, I keep distracting you."
Steve blushed. "Maybe."
The two plated some pizza and talked a bit about their favorite movies. It turned out Hargrove was an Arnold Schwarzenagger fan ("He's what every man wants to look like, Harrington") and he was actually a pretty good student. Steve would have never guessed because of the whole bad boy routine. They both even liked the same basketball players. Apparently they talked for longer than they thought because in no time at all it was 9 pm, and the movie had been fully rewound for a while.
Strangely enough... Billy enjoyed just talking with Steve. In the past when he had a friend with benefits, it was simply show up, have sex, set up anothr time to have more fun. He never really bothered to get to know his partners beyond what they liked in bed, but with Steve it just... seemed easy.
"What did you do for fun where you used to live?" Steve asked. "I heard that California has great beaches, and there's all the places in Hollywood you see in the movies."
"Those are tourist spots, not for the locals. The waves are amazing to surf, and I won a few competitions before I was... forced into Hawkins."
Steve decided to ignore the comment about being force. "They have surfing competitions?"
"It's a sport, just not as popular as football or basketball. It used to be popular, at least when I was a kid. I used to spend hours on the beach just surfing and getting sun."
Steve took a sip of his beer. "My family likes going to Lake Erie for summer vacations. Not exactly the sandy beaches of Los Angeles, but there's this town called Marblehead with a lighthouse, nature reserves, and even stones on the beach with fossils..." He frowned. "but I think last year might've been the last year."
Billy noticed Steve's sudden change in demeanor. "Why's that?"
Steve was hesitant to answer. He didn't know why he was telling Hargrove this, they weren't exactly close, and yet it was like they'd always been friends. Steve leaned back into the couch.
"I... heard my parents talking about this summer. My dad wants me to get a summer job before I head off to college, something about 'learning to work your way up' or some shit. Dad takes a lot of pride in starting from nothing so I guess he wants me to do the same."
"You'd be making your own cash, I don't really see a downside to that... unless you want to be a preppy rich kid all your life."
"I'd rather not think about it." Maybe now was the time to get to what they really wanted. "But I can think of a few other things."
Billy smirked at the suggestive tone of voice. "Oh really?" He put down his beer and turned his body to face Steve. "What kind of things?"
Steve shifted so that he was closer to Billy. "You're the expert, you tell me."
Billy let his tongue run over his lips and moved closer. "I'd say... you really liked when I sucked you off the other night. I think you'd really like to fuck my mouth and come down my throat... or maybe you'd want to fuck me a different way."
Steve's mouth suddenly felt dry and his pants felt a bit tight. "What other ways are there?"
Hargrove moved even closer and slowly moved his hand up Steve's thigh.
"There's a few ways." Hargrove's hand went past Steve's crotch and to the hem of his shirt. "I could put lube between my thighs, make a nice slick channel for you to fuck, just pin me down and fuck my thighs until you come all over my balls or ass. You could fuck me as hard as you want that way." He ran his lips up Steve's neck and sucked on his earlobe, and Steve couldn't help but gasp. "You could grind your dick against mine, no clothing in between them. You'd be on top of me and thrusting onto my dick until we both come on each other. You could watch both of us come and our jizz mix with each other, feel my dick throb against yours while it happens." He licked the shell of Steve's ear and slid his hand under Steve's shirt. "Or you could fuck my ass. It'll feel different from a pussy, tighter and dirtier. I could be on my hands and knees while you fuck me through this couch from behind. You'd get a fantastic view of my asshole stretched around your cock while you screw me. All you have to do is pick. How do you wanna fuck me, Stevie?"
That last suggestion... fuck, it seemed the most erotic of the three. Steve had always heard the insults 'cocksucker' or 'go get fucked in the ass' but to actually do that... Hargrove made it sound amazing and hot. He didn't think at this point, he just let his feelings think for him. Steve pulled Hargrove onto his lap so that he was straddling him and assaulted his mouth with teeth and tongue and lips. He eagerly grabbed Hargrove's amazing ass and squeezed his cheeks, and heard Hargrove gasp in response.
"In your ass." Steve whispered. "Over the arm of the couch."
Billy smirked. "Now we're talking."
He dove in for another kiss. Billy honestly expected Steve to not go for fucking his ass. Maybe frottage or intercurial, but not anal. Lots of newbies to gay sex had a stigma about anal in case liking it made them 'more gay', yet here was Steve practically begging him to do it (verbally and non-verbally). So, Billy got to work.
Steve was practically a puppet as he let Hargrove lead him through the process. He had Steve bring down the condoms and lube he had stashed upstairs, get naked from the waist down, and watch as Hargrove prepped himself. Steve couldn't have taken his eyes off of Hargrove (or his asshole) if he wanted to, even if his hand was just holding his own condom and lube covered dick. Right in front of him Hargrove was 'opening himself up' with fingers up his ass and lube dripping from his asshole. Apparently "assholes don't work like vaginas, they need to be stretched", but if that meant Steve could watch Hargrove finger himself and hear him make amazing noises, that was fine by him.
Billy would never admit it out loud, but he liked it when people watched him like Steve was watching him. Other people would find being bent over the arm of a couch fingering themselves humiliating, but Billy loved that he was being looked at like he was something to be devoured. It made him feel good... in more ways than one. He made sure to avoid his prostate while he stretched himself out and didn't restrain the noises he made, which he knew turned Steve on more.
"Please tell me you're done." Steve begged breathlessly.
Billy looked back over his shoulder. "I was done two minutes ago. I just wanted you to keep looking at me."
"Asshole."
"You liked it."
"... yeah I did."
"So..." Billy removed his fingers and spread his legs wider. "Why don't you get inside this asshole?"
Steve would have mentioned how that was a bad pun, if Hargrove didn't look so... so damn fuckable. There should've been something that made that weird, but at that moment all he could think of was getting his dick in Hargrove. With shaky hands, Steve held Hargrove's bare asscheeks and spread them slightly. He had a strange urge to just stick his tongue into the blond's hole, but Steve's painfully hard dick overrode that decision. He lined himself up with Hargrove's entrance, and pushed the tip in. Just the tip made him gasp and jerk.
"Holy fuck." He whispered.
Billy groaned when Steve pushed in further and gripped onto the arm of the couch. It had been a while since he'd been penetrated. Since Max and Susan came into the picture and Neil didn't give a shit about how Billy felt about it, he'd been sure to top the guys he slept with in LA (even though he considered himself a top/power bottom). And when Neil decided they were moving across the country, he had to get rid of the dildo he'd been given by a previous partner. He couldn't risk the old man finding something like that in his things. Now that he had a dick inside him again, he'd forgotten how fucking good it felt. He felt that sweet stretch and fullness that he'd missed for a few months again and it felt glorious.
Steve's mind went completely offline when his hips touched Hargrove's ass. Somehow this felt incredible compared to any girl he'd slept with in the past, and he'd had some pretty fantastic lays. For his own good, he stayed still in order to not come on the spot despite every sensation he was feeling. Hargrove was tight, hot, and somehow the fact that he was male made it even better.
Hargrove reached back and held onto Steve's hip. "Need you to move." He groaned.
"I don't... I don't wanna come yet."
Hargrove chuckled. "Guess that proves I have a fantastic ass... inside and out."
Steve shuddered, and slowly slid back. He had no idea if this was psychological or physical, but it felt amazing. When he was halfway out, he slid back in and Hargrove's grip on his hip tightened. He kept the pace slow but consistent.
Every time Steve pushed back in, Billy moaned quietly. He forgot how much he liked the sensation of being filled like this. Steve was hot inside of him, hard, stretching him in just the right ways that made his toes curl. And yet there was that one spot that would make it even better if Steve aimed just a little lower.
"Lower." Billy whispered. "Aim lower." And just like that, Steve's cock hit his prostate head on and he saw stars. "Right there!" Billy gasped out. "Right fucking there. Faster."
"Can't... go faster. Too close."
"Fuck me like you mean it, Steve!" Hargrove demanded.
It was like a switch flipped in Steve's brain and he decided 'if I don't last long, I'll try to make him come too'. So he moved Hargrove's hand onto the arm of the couch, held onto the blond's shoulders, and rammed in hard while pulling Hargrove against him. Their skin slapped together from the force of the thrust.
"Fuck!" Billy cried out.
Steve just started ramming into him and hit his prostate head on each time. Billy didn't even think he'd need his cock touched at this rate because, jesus christ, Steve could move his hips. It was really fucking hot that he was just using everything in him to fuck his ass. With every ram of Steve's hips, Billy let out a loud moan and sometimes the word "fuck".
"Don't stop." Hargrove moaned. "Don't you fucking stop!"
Steve couldn't stop even if he wanted to. His climax was approaching and he knew it was a big one. He thrust as fast as he could and he could feel his balls start to draw up. Hargrove's ass started to flutter around him, the tight heat kept enveloping his dick over and over, and Hargrove kept making those hot noises. With one final thrust, Steve slammed back home and came hard with a gasp.
Billy could feel Steve pulse inside him as he came, and that sensation made him come too. He groaned as he came in spurts onto the couch underneath and his body flinched with every one. He felt like he was on fucking cloud nine as he slumped forward onto the arm of the couch. It had definitely been a while since he'd been fucked like this, he usually lasted longer when he was fucked. But it could have also been that Steve lived up to his reputation like a fucking dream.
"Jesus Christ." Billy whispered.
Steve rested his head on Hargrove's shoulder. "Shit."
"You... you're fucking amazing."
Steve chuckled breathlessly. "So is your ass."
"You don't think I'm amazing?"
"Jury's still out on that one."
Steve couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous they were being. He hadn't even pulled out yet and they were joking around. He'd worry about figuring out why this was incredible compared to his other experiences later, he just wanted to enjoy the afterglow for a bit. Though he didn't fail to notice that Hargrove called him by his first name.