Monday
4:34
PM
-It's really disgusting.
-It's art, Carol.
Tommy had said that with a raised eyebrow, being a little too focused for a sculpture that wasn't worth seeing.
-Art? Your vase isn't even straight.
It was in a nonchalant tone that she had mumbled this, wiping her fingers with a rag and staring at him, chewing gum in a particularly annoying way.
Which had a thing for making his boyfriend cringe, and he hated to hear that noise, especially when it was only inches from his ear.
-You can talk, my dog wouldn't even want to drink from the dog bowl you made.
- Dog bowl ? It's a not a dog bowl!
Grinning and turning his head towards Carol's work, he posed to stare at it, squinting his eyes.
- Do you have bowls like that at home, seriously?
Dodging a fleeting wipe from her and laughing, he went to wipe his face, having managed to put clay on himself and not even knowing how.
Resting the dirty cloth on his shoulder, he leaned over so he could continue to work on his vase, pursed lip and being genuinely thorough, wanting to do something good.
It might get him a good grade after all.
Running his fingers over it, he pushed his foot on the pedal to smooth the edges, a brown lock falling in front of his eyes.
He had always had a certain interest in this class but had never really admitted it to his girlfriend, knowing very well that she hated it.
Each time he had to listen to her complaining for hours about how it damaged her nails and above all, had to pretend to give a fuck.
Nervously biting his lip and trying not to shake too much during his work, a small movement in front of him caught his eye.
It was Nancy Wheeler who was laughing, having probably been teased by her boyfriend.
She was wiping her nose, yelling at hi; who was taking advantage of the professor's absence to steal a kiss from her.
He always had to be noticed, he thought for himself.
He clearly couldn't concentrate with those two dingus giggling and moving like that in front of him.
Sighing and taking his foot off the pedal, he put both hands on the table before snapping his fingers nervously.
-Harrington. Hey Harrington! Can shut the hell up, I'm tired of seeing you giggling with your girl.
It was with his same lazy look that he had said that, putting the lock back in place with the palm of his hand to not to dirty his hair.
- Relax, Hagan.
It was with the same pretentious voice that he had answered that, giving him that same superior look, as he had always done.
Giving him a beautiful middle finger at this, he ignored Carol's eye roll to go back to his work.
In front of him, the young high school student had finally calmed down, going to sit down to take care of his project.
Project?
It really didn't look like anything, it was just a misshapen pile of clay, sitting on the turntable.
Even being 20 yards away from it and squinting, it wasn't shaped like a cup nor even a bowl.
But despite that, all the girls around them were moaning in front of Steve.
And that, he had to endure it every day.
It was unbearable, to see them drool in front of him while he was doing the bare minimum every time.
Squeaks when he put his hair back in place, when he smiled, was ungrateful with the teachers.
And even when he did a pile of shit as a sculpture, it was the same.
Continuing to be more delicate with his vase than with his girlfriend, he couldn't resist throwing a few quick glances in front of him, to see what Steve was up to.
He looked sincerely stupid, faced with his project.
The goal was to make a container but he didn't really seem to understand.
- You have to make a hole, Steve… Otherwise you won't be able to put a liquid in it.
At least Nancy had faith in him.
-A hole, but how am I supposed to make a hole?
Glancing out of the corner of his eye at the young Wheeler who was explaining to him, he stared at her, his eyes narrowed and his arms crossed.
There wasn't an ounce of intelligence behind those brown eyes.
Tommy couldn't help but snigger discreetly in his place, getting his thrill on seeing him struggling like this.
Leaning down to pick up a tool, he took one last look when he saw him put his hands on the pile of clay.
Doing his drawings on his own vase, he couldn't help staring at his friend's actions in front of him.
He didn't look convinced, but at least he was trying.
In a clumsy way, he had stuck two fingers into the pile of clay, and it was almost in a delicate way that he had done this.
Raising his eyebrows and not understanding why he couldn't look away, he continued to stare at that.
It was delicate as a gesture, almost like that he was paying attention to what he was doing.
His middle and index finger continued to sink into the clay and with a quick glance he had seen the veins on the back of his hand.
Since when did he have so many veins on his hand?
They moved with his movements.
A brown and rebellious lock had slipped in front of his forehead, he had even bit his lip to focus.
He had pressed with his fingers to enlarge the hole, having bent down to work better.
The only time his eyes were taken away from the mesmerizing sight was when Carol yelled at him because his vase was falling.
He hadn't even noticed and was swearing, backing up to catch it up, squeezing his hand too hard and destroying it in the process.
Hearing everyone laughing about that around him, he sighed as he went to slam the pile of clay on the table, blaming himself for having been so easily distracted.
Hearing his girlfriend clapped sarcastically and sneered, he turned to her, removing the big chunks of his poor project from his fingers.
-In the meantime, I have my bowl to present. You'll have shit.
- Yeah yeah, I get it .
Raising his head, he noticed that Steve was also laughing with Nancy, waving at her in a way that was surely mocking him.
All he could do was give him two middle fingers with a forced smile.
-Do you see that one? You can shove it where I think, Steve.
- Yeah yeah, instead of getting mad in your corner you should try to do something before the teacher comes back, Hagan. Unless you want to have a shitty grade.
Sighing and staring at his vase which was more like a pile of mud than anything else, he rested a hand on his hip, thoughtful.
He felt stupid and still didn't understand why his mind froze like this and above all, how had he managed not to notice that his project was falling?
Well. He didn't really have time to think about it.
He had to catch up with his nameless mess.
5:58
PM
-Stop doing your drama queen, a B is honestly not that bad, I would've been happy if I had had your grade.
-I always got good grades in pottery, Harrington, a B is shit. And it's your fault, you distracted me by fooling around with your princess.
-Don't call her that.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, he searched his pockets to find his pack of cigarettes which was apparently not here.
Raising an eyebrow and patting his pockets several times, he let out a long groan of despair when he realized he had nothing on him.
-Shit. Hagan, can you give me one?
- It's is my last one.
Hands on hips and clearly not convinced by his answer, Steve waited.
-Nah, I swear it's my last one.
Tommy didn't even know why he had answered that, because his pack was in his pocket and it was quite full.
He had simply contented himself with handing her his, exhaling his smoke.
Staring at him dubiously and sighing, Steve capitulated before taking it, thanking him with a grunt and tugging it in his mouth.
With a rather discreet look, Tommy had slid his gaze on his lips sinking on the filter, not even realizing it.
He had stared at him like that for several moments, still finding himself in that bubble, not even paying attention to what was going on around him.
He didn't even know why it was happening to him, looking at him like that.
It had only happened once, unfortunately for him.
Several times he had caught himself staring at him, whether it was straight in the eyes or that pair of pink lips.
Tommy didn't even know why and didn't try to understand.
When he handed him the cigarette as he exhaled, he took it quickly to do the same.
The filter was hot and it was almost pitiful, what it did for a single touch.
Indirect one , on top of everything.
-I have to bounce, thanks for the cigarette.
Nonchalantly, he waved at him as he stared at him leaving, putting a hand in his pocket.
Watching him go, he sat down on the low wall, staring him up and down as he walked away.
Friday
9:49
PM
Staring at the pitiful bottom of his punch glass, Tommy sighed as he tossed it aside, going to tuck his bandana back into his hair.
As usual, he had argued with Carol and surely for the worst possible reasons.
Deep down, the young man didn't even know why she had gotten into his head.
Mess up her brushing without realizing it?
Forgot to offer her a glass of alcohol?
Looked a little too much at a girl's ass at the party?
Frankly, he had no idea.
All he knew was that she had yelled at him, in that secluded corner of the garden at Tina's Halloween party.
Screaming that he was stupid, that he didn't pay enough attention to her, that he was only interested in alcohol and his stupid friends.
Maybe there was some truth in all of this and right now he would much rather have an almost empty punch glass than spending time with her.
She had turned on her heels to leave, asking a friend to take her home, leaving poor Tommy alone, like a dick, at this party.
But he knew he had to clear his head, play the fool and above all, drink as much alcohol as possible to forget this useless argument that had no place to be for him.
So when he heard that Billy Hargrove wanted to break the famous King Steve's record, he knew it was the right thing to do.
He had voluntarily helped him, smiling and yelling when he saw him taking mouthfuls without stopping. He had been sincerely surprised, holding his leg firmly so he wouldn't fall.
When the blond's name was shouted by the whole crowd, he helped him down until he noticed a newcomer.
Again, the same person who managed to capture all the attention of the public.
With sunglasses, in the middle of October, seriously?
As usual, he had come with his girlfriend who didn't seem very happy about coming here.
Than a staring contest happened between Billy and him, like two lions in the jungle.
If he had been sober and in full control, Tommy probably wouldn't have said anything.
Or done.
But sober wasn't his middle name right now.
He had almost immediately dropped Billy to follow Steve inside the house, calling him several times in an almost unbearable way.
-Harrington! Have you come to welcome the new king?
-The new king?
Steve looked almost crestfallen, removing the glasses from his nose to look at them, frowning.
- Yeah… It's Hargrove now. Sorry, hope you enjoyed your reign.
He didn't even know why he was acting like this.
Hearing this, Nancy had rolled her eyes and above all, turned on her heels to leave.
She couldn't stand that "king" situation and other high school dick contests.
Before he could even answer Tommy, he had turned to join her, almost apologizing.
It was pitiful and he let out a long sigh, rolling his eyes and going to help himself to a good amount of alcohol.
11:48
PM
He could not believe his eyes.
How could this have happened without him realizing it?
Frowning and having almost been pulled by his totally wiped friend, he had seen her, at the bottom of the garden.
Two people eating each other's lips like their lives depended on it.
They were stuck together, it was almost disgusting to see.
Well.
It would have been better if it hadn't been his girlfriend, who was supposed to be gone.
He could have go hit the guy she was kissing, making a scene for her in front of everyone.
Asking why she was here, humiliating him publicly when she was supposed to be gone.
But instead of doing that, he had just turned over, removing the bandana from his forehead to slam it to the floor, pushing everyone in his way back into the house.
His stomach was turned upside down with an unknown feeling.
It wasn't really anger, nor sadness.
It was more a feeling of deep betrayal that pierced his insides.
Several times he had jostled people to make his way, not hesitating to throw out a curse or two as he passed.
Once in the bathroom, the door was slammed and he swore, without holding back.
He kicked things on the sink, insulting himself.
To have been so dumb.
To have trusted someone.
He had always known that his couple was wobbly. That it couldn't work out.
But the fact that it was displayed publicly in front of half the school, that was it.
Which had made him almost sick.
She wasn't supposed to do this to him.
They had, however, come to an agreement.
But she hadn't respected it.
Going to sit on the edge of the tub and passing a hand over his face, he then heard several knocks on the door.
-Piss off, it's busy.
He answered that by raising his voice, his face in one hand.
But his voice hadn't deterred the person who continued, turning the doorknob several times to try to enter.
-What don't you understand about busy?
Getting tense because of this unbearable noise, he got up to open the door, his face contorted with anger.
-Hagan? What's wrong?
It was sincerely the last person he wanted to see and yet, the former king was in front of him, a piece of clothe in hand and frowning.
-.. I was pissing. What do you want, Harrington?
-Nancy. She … Spilled punch on her cardigan and I wanted to clean it.
Indeed, the clothe he held between his fingers was filled with a pinkish liquid, and it was not a small stain.
Sighing like never before and stepping back, he sat down again on the edge of the tub, resting his forearms on his thighs.
- Aren't you tired of being her little service dog?
- I'm not her dog.
He had said this while turning on the tap water, actively rubbing the fabric with soap, and his gestures were nervous.
And that, Tommy had noticed.
-Why doesn't she do it herself then?
-Tommy, I'm not in the mood for your shitty comments now.
It was in a very dry way that he had answered that, rubbing the soap like crazy on the fabric, his jaw clenched.
-You'll tear it up if you keep going.
-Shut the hell up !
Steve had almost answered that by yelling, dropping the soap to let it fall with a thud at the bottom of the sink.
Raising his eyebrows and straightening up at that slight aggression, Tommy crossed his arms, going to stare at him.
A long awkward silence followed.
The brunette had put his hands on the sink, his head down.
Something had happened, that was for sure.
But he had never been interested in his life, well, not in front of him.
He just didn't know how to start up a conversation.
-… She dumped you?
-What?
- Wheeler. She dumped you?
- But what do you give a fuck anyway? You're always there to fuck around with Carol who, like you, really doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.
-Hey.
This sentence had directly ticked Tommy who had risen to stare at him, having directly approached him.
-Change your tone when you talk about her.
- What do you even give a fuck, isn't she the one who's almost fucking with a guy outside in front of everyone?
He wanted to kill him.
His blood had boiled over and he had grabbed his collar to fix him, having wedged him between the sink and himself, staring at him with his brown eyes.
-Harrington. You better keep your mouth shut tight from now on if you don't want me to mess you up.
He hissed that slowly, not taking his eyes off him for a single second.
Steve hadn't even tried to break free from his grip, he had just put a hand on the piece of furniture so as not to fall.
-Or what?
It was that simple sentence that had come out of the lips of the high school student, who seemed to love playing with fire.
Tommy was close to smashing his face against the sink but just before he did, something caught his attention.
The eyes of his friend had slipped for a short moment.
They had been detached from his gaze and had rested briefly on his lips.
This had unsettled him and redoubled his feeling of frustration, being lost and tightening his collar even more.
-Do you really want to mess with me tonight? You know you're no match for me so don't even start or you're really gonna piss me off.
- Go ahead, what are you waiting for? Why are you hesitating, Tommy ?
It was in a low voice that he had mumbled this and not for a single moment had he tried to pull or push him away.
It was just provocation.
Still.
Again his gaze had slipped.
Why was he doing this?
It was driving him crazy.
That pair of lips was driving him crazy.
Everytime.
When he was smoking.
When he was talking.
When he smiled.
He was the first normally to stare at that mouth.
Not the opposite.
Lost in his deep thoughts, he had come out of them only when his own collar was also tugged by the brunette who kept that arrogant expression.
He also pulled him towards him, they were even closer than before.
-…That is what I thought. You're not gonna do shit.
He couldn't help but wince. It was all too much for him.
All this frustration, which had been building up for too long.
In the bottom of his heart.
That he couldn't exteriorize.
-Tommy?
Frowning when he saw that he wasn't answering, like he calmed down on his own.
He almost seemed worried not to see his friend react to this free provocation.
-… Get out.
He had simply let go of his collar to let him go, looking at him breathlessly.
- What's up with you tonight?
- Damn I told you to get out, don't you fucking understand when I talk to you or are you too stupid, Harrington?!
He had almost yelled that as he walked towards the door before he felt his top being tugged.
He really couldn't believe his eyes.
He had been pinned against the wall and put his hand on his wrist, his face caught between anger and surprise.
- What the fuck is your problem?
Steve had hissed that while keeping that white collar between his fingers clenched, not looking away.
-Harrington. You really have 3 seconds to let me go.
It was in an extremely nervous way that he mumbled this, exhaling loudly.
He felt like a ticking time bomb, ready burst at any moment.
He only wanted one thing, and that was to leave.
He didn't want to argue with him.
It was only now that the smell of alcohol had reached his nose.
He was just as drunk as he was.
Basically, it seemed logical.
He would never have dared to stand up with him if he was sober.
- Nah, I'm not going anywhere! You're all messing with me, Nancy first and now you? So tell me, since Nancy failed to tell me her fucking problem with me, maybe you'll tell me what's the deal? Eh?
Puffing his lip in a nervous, frustrated way, he couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to yell at him to get off, to leave him alone.
And above all, to stop being so close to him.
-Answer me for fuck sake!
Steve had simply yelled that as he stared at him, having moved even closer to stare at him, he had never been so close to him.
It was too much.
Fulminating with rage and with a quick grip, he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him towards him.
He had leaned over him and frowned, going to crash his lips against his so hard he bumped their noses.
It was brutal, awkward and above all, out of nowhere.
Without this large dose of alcohol in his system, Tommy would never have dared to do this.
And to feel his lips against his, it had electrified him as much as possible.
It was almost inhuman as a feeling.
But only after a few seconds did he feel that Steve had walked back, staring at him with genuine loss look.
He was frowning and didn't seem to believe what had happened either.
His hand was still on his chest and he kept staring at him, as if to ask him what he had just done.
Both were breathless and did not move from their position.
The tension of the atmosphere was wild.
Only the music in the background managed to break the silence of this scene.
Holy Diver, Dio.
Steve looked like he was thinking way too quickly, not loosening his grip on Tommy's top, going to run his tongue over his lip.
Nervously.
- What the fuck is your problem?
Young Harrington had only managed to stammer that, staring at him indescribably.
But before he could answer, the king of the school leaned down to put a hand on the back of his neck and come back at it, offering him another kiss, his face still tense.
It was unreal and Tommy was genuinely having a hard time processing what was happening.
But no time to think.
Removing his grip from his clothe to put it on his shoulder, he was giving him another kiss almost immediately.
It was fast, sultry and almost awkward.
Their noses were only clinking and their teeth too, but there was something passionate about the gesture.
Their tongues were soon to touch, which automatically made the high school student shiver, wedged between the wall and Steve.
He never thought he would have this kind of moment with him, even in his wildest dreams.
And dreams with Steve Harrington in them, he had them.
And not just one.
He had slightly unstuck himself from the wall to have him even more against him and their kiss continued to intensify, it was an electric sensation.
His blood felt like it was boiling in his veins and he loved it.
He didn't even try to hide it.
In none of his gestures had he been shy, he had not hesitated for a moment to remove the jacket his friend was wearing.
It was thrown to the ground and immediately after, he had put a hand on his bicep, feeling it tense every time he put a hand on any part of his body.
Discreetly moving but not letting go of their lips for a single inch, he shifted his left hand towards the door.
It was so shaking with pleasure that he had trouble turning the lock on the door.
Several times his fingers had slipped on the piece of metal before managing to turn it, letting the small clicking echo in the room.
It was as if he was possessed by someone other than himself, it was so intoxicating.
During their totally wild kiss, his back had hit the wall, which had flipped the light of the room.
They were both, alone, in the process of devouring each other's lips, in this room lit only by streetlights outside.
They kept moving, pressing themselves against the walls, banging on the furniture, it was more than animal.
Feeling a sudden courage shoot through his body, Tommy pulled away for a moment to look at Steve, going to put a hand on his chest to push him hard against the toilet, the brunette nearly falling when he landed, sitting, on the top of it.
Looking up at him and simply not having time to react, his friend comes to sit on his lap, tightening his thighs around his waist.
He had grabbed his face to almost throw himself on his lips, biting them with his teeth, also not realizing how hard he was biting them.
He had smiled through that kiss and he felt, under him, that Steve was fidgeting between each kiss.
He decided to slightly advance his pelvis, wanting to feel it as much as possible.
And he had managed to get what he wanted.
Against her ass, there was no hesitation, it was here.
Hard, vibrating and burning against him, it was almost unthinkable.
But that hadn't slowed him down in his actions, quite the opposite.
And he waved on him.
Oh yeah.
This had snatched a slight complaint from the brunette and just at this sound, he felt himself swelling it was unbearable.
Never had he felt that once with his girlfriend.
She would never have been able to make him feel a quarter of what Steve was doing to her.
Removing a hand from his face, he came to slide it against his stomach so that it landed up to the top of his pants, his mouth parted.
He was trying to unbuckle his belt to unzip his pants but his concentration was struggling.
He was only a few millimeters from his face, had lifted his lips from his as if to focus when he unbuttoned his pants.
But almost arrogantly, he felt Steve lean towards him.
He put his hand on his lower back and pressed him against him, lifting his pelvis to press his erection against his buttocks.
He had opened his mouth to take out a tongue, running it from his chin to his lips.
He almost seemed to love the taste, given how slow he had taken to pass his tongue over his bottom lip.
Unable to suppress a complaint, Tommy had let himself go, continuing to fight with the opening of his pants.
Once the fight was won, he hadn't even hesitated for a single second to slither his hand inside the underpants.
It was as if, deep down, he had only been waiting for this specific thing in his life.
And he didn't want to fool around.
Only a few seconds after that, he had slightly moved back his pelvis to have that famous contact with his fingertips.
When he felt the hot skin of the tip of his cock against his fingers, he automatically frowned with pleasure.
He couldn't take it anymore, he needed more.
He had almost directly took it with his hand, it was almost like a dream.
A real dream, there, between his fingers.
For nothing in the world would he have wanted to swap his place and he had not even waited to make movements on it.
Long and slow, he nimbly moved his hand over it, going to slow down his kiss with the brunette, as if to focus.
Steve had a hard time taking it without showing what he was doing to him, he had directly grabbed the edge of the sink next to it to squeeze it.
And with the other hand, he had gripped his friend's hip, squeezing it so tightly, almost in a possessive way.
Everything was raw, in this situation.
The gestures, the feeling, the atmosphere.
And there, he backed off to put the top of his head against the wall, his mouth slightly open.
He was having a hard time not letting any noises out but anyway, with the heavy noise of the party, no one could hear them.
They were just the two of them together.
In this small room.
Sweaty and excited like never before.
This vision, which Tommy had, was so beautiful that he couldn't tear himself away from it.
To see him, in this situation and especially because of him?
A gift from heaven.
Putting a hand on his jaw, he leaned down so he could finally put his lips on that neck he had always had thing for staring at it.
That famous neck.
And the taste had not disappointed him for a moment.
It was long kisses that he offered him, going to pass his tongue over it in a sensual way.
He only wanted to bite into it, to sink his teeth into this flesh.
Between his fingers, he felt that it excited him enormously because he was swollen like never before.
It was so thick and wide, he would never have thought for a moment that it could be that big, but it didn't bother him.
Swearing his name between his pursed lips, he clenched his jaw when he felt some spams in his penis.
He was going to come but he didn't want that to happen that fast, it was unthinkable.
Suddenly, a noise echoed in the room, which caused them to instantly freeze, not moving from their position.
They were glancing at each other when several knocks landed on the door.
-Steve? Are you inside?
But almost amused by this situation, Tommy had dressed his face in a big smile, going to get away from him slowly to slide until he was on his knees in front of him, passing two hands on his thighs.
It was Nancy's voice that echoed through the room and he was thrilled .
It was as if his excitement had increase, not even giving Steve time to breathe that he had already run his tongue over his hard on, snatching a small muffled sound from him.
He had put his hand over his own mouth, giving him an almost panicked look and frowning.
It was too much for him and Tommy saw that he was torn by so many feelings.
-Steve…? I know you're in there. Can you open me?
Her voice was pasty, she was as sober as them.
It was almost pitiful the way she asked but deep down it amused Tommy.
He didn't stop, he was unleashed.
Not for a single moment had he removed his tongue from him, eventually shoving it into his mouth.
That snatched another complaint from his friend who put a shaky hand in his hair, pulling it directly.
-… Steve . We need to talk, you can't ignore me all your life, you know.
He almost felt like laughing as it amused him, having that smile that couldn't be erased from his face.
As if to push him even more than he already was in this messy situation, he applied himself.
He wanted to see him lost.
Tommy was dying to see him freaking out because he couldn't let any sound come out of his mouth, it was genuinely a game for him.
And he was going to be the winner.
However, he had made no noise.
Nothing echoed in the room except for a few throaty noises from the brunette, who ended up biting his fist so as not to betray himself.
-… Fine. I'll go, Jonathan came you know. He at least doesn't abandoned me at a party to lock himself in the bathroom.
Sighing for a long time and running a hand through his hair, Steve was about to open his lips, his tongue slightly coming out of them.
He had also spread his legs to be more comfortable, continuing to pull the locks of hair he held between his fingers.
Seeing him like that, Tommy had stopped his movements for a moment to look at him, still holding the base between his fingers.
-Fine. Fuck you, Steve.
A rather impatient knock had been given on the door before they both heard nervous footsteps that eventually walked away.
After that, he ended up running his tongue over it, crushing it against the hot tip, having noticed his particular sensitivity there.
It had not failed because just a moment later, spasms had traveled through the muscles of his thighs and his mouth had opened even more.
He didn't wanted to stop. Not now, not with that good start.
A slight moment later, he unsurprisingly felt a warm liquid filling his mouth, but he hadn't jumped or been disgusted.
Getting up after that, he gave him a look, going to spit this substance in the sink, a smile on his lips.
-I wonder what she's going to think about it, Wheeler…
Leaving a breathless Steve on the toilet, he quickly cleaned his hands, almost in a euphoric state.
- But don't worry, Harrington… I didn't touch your girlfriend's sweater while spitting in the sink.
He had said that while giving her a look, heading for the exit, brushing his hair back.
- You're not going to leave me like that? Tommy.
Turning at him to the sound of his name, putting a cigarette from the pack he had in his pocket between his lips.
-Do you want me to help you get dressed or what? Hurry up, anyone can come back here.
He had said that with a twitch of his tongue before unlocking the door to leave, heading for the exit of the house.
He lit his cigarette smiling like the devil, almost proud of his actions.
He knew that with him, he wouldn't risk anything.
In what case would the great Steve dare to endanger his fine reputation?
None.
No one would believe him anyway.
He had everything to gain and nothing to lose.
He would never talk about it to Nancy and even less to other people in high school.
It was with a light spirit that he headed for his car, completely unaware of the fact that he was still drunk.
Monday
18:45
-Hagan. We have to talk.
-Talk? Nah, I don't have time to chat.
Tommy had mumbled this as he closed his locker in the locker room, the towel slung over his shoulder.
He had just come out of the showers and had slicked his soaked hair back.
On this November Monday, nothing had changed for him.
His breakup with Carol had made the rounds in high school and strangely, he didn't give a damn.
Their couple was not stable, they had already separated to get back together a dozen times.
He just had to wait for her to come back to him, assuring him that it was just a mistake and that she wasn't going to do it again.
He was patient, he knew it was coming.
On the other hand Steve, his mental state was different.
He had tried several times to catch him in high school, but each time Tommy slipped away.
He didn't see this escape as a game, he just didn't want to talk about it.
Anyway, the idea of seeing a Steve coming down from his throne, it still amused him slightly.
He hadn't once had that famous arrogant and insufferable smile, no.
He was fleeing stressed and had made himself strangely small in class.
- You have no choice because I have to talk to you.
Young Harrington had muttered this between pursed lips as he closed the door to Tommy's locker so he could have his attention.
Letting a beautiful mischievous grin spread across his freckled face, he stared at him, going to cross his arms.
- Or what ? What are you gonna do ?
-…Seriously. Tommy .
He had almost mumbled this pleadingly and it almost wrung a hint of pity from his eye-rolling friend.
- I'm serious.
- No, but I believe you, Steve. It's just… See, I'm pretty busy right now. I'll send you a copy of my schedule so you can find some time for whining, don't worry.
He mumbled that as he snapped the locker open again to remove his hand before laughing at his face.
Knowing that they were just the two of them in those empty locker rooms, Steve had just run a tongue over his own teeth, trying to contain himself.
-This evening. At the clearing. Meet me at 10 p.m.
-And if I don't come, what are you going to do?
-Fuck Tommy can you stop being an asshole for just 30 seconds or is it too complicated?
Faced with this provocation, Tommy just sighed as he continued to pack his things, simply not responding.
In front of his behavior Steve was putting his hands on his hips, almost desperately waiting for an answer.
But sensing that he won't get anything from him, he muttered something incomprehensible before turning on his heels to leave, running a hand through his hair.
- Hey, Harrington.
As he closed the steel locker door, Tommy turned to face him.
His hair was slicked back and he had tossed his towel into the basket of dirty laundry, walking towards him.
- I need to know something.
Steve had just turned his head towards him, the doorknob between his fingers.
He looked defensive.
-Your girlfriend, can she make you come so quickly?
It was in a calm way that he had said that, coming in front of him and not taking his mischievous gaze from his.
He had seen him directly frown upon hearing it, having finally turned fully towards him.
-What did you say?
- You heard me very well. Don't play innocent with me.
One more step closer until he felt a hand touch his chest, almost as if to put some distance between them.
Steve twisted his lip and looked around, almost as if to check that there was no one here.
-It was a mistake, I was drunk.
- Oh but Steve. I've often seen you drunk but yet you never cheated on your girlfriend at that time? And with a guy...
Just at this sentence he felt the grip tighten on his chest and he couldn't help but smile broadly.
-That is what I thought.
Tommy had mumbled that as he looked him up and down before stepping back to leave, giving him a cocky grin.
He and he left him alone, in this room.
Totally amused.
22:57
Steve was on the verge of leaving, having checked the time on his watch and swearing, cursing himself for trusting him to bring himself back.
But when he opened the door of his car, he heard a car and saw headlights in the distance.
Squinting so as not to be blinded by the light, he crossed his arms, going to lean against the car.
A moment later, a fairly large car had parked right in front of him, his friend stepping out of it, a rather thick jacket over his shoulders.
-We said 10 p.m., not 11 p.m.
-We ? But I hadn't confirmed anything at all.
Sighing in the face of this arrogance which surely made him want to kill, he didn't move an inch, still leaning against his BMW.
-Why did you come then if you didn't want to?
-I wanted to know what kind of shitty excuses you were going to come up with for the evening.
-Are you fucking amused by all of that?
- I'm thrilling, Steve, you can't imagine how.
Saying that, he had laughed as he took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, popping one between his lips before handing it to him, seeing him not move an inch.
-It doesn't make me laugh, I cheated on Nancy! And she was behind the door, it's disgusting and it's not my type!
-I thought sucking wasn't cheating? You said that last year when Carol did me dirty, remember?
Hearing this, the brunette had turned his head towards him with an exacerbated look watching him smoke his cigarette as if nothing had happened.
- What is your problem? You know very well that my past relations were not like the one with Nancy! You know.
-I heard Nancy dumped you anyway, so you're cool now. Right?
Leaving a long silence after this sentence, he ended up turning his head, going to cross his arms in front of his chest.
-How did you hear that?
It was in an almost hurt voice that he mumbled that, feeling almost like a trapped animal.
He had never seen him with this kind of behavior.
He would almost draw Tommy's pity for it.
Almost.
-I hear everything that's going on here, Harrington. You should know, we've been friends since we were kids.
-Exactly ! We've known each other since we were kids, why suddenly you… Why did you do that? We are two guys!
With a yellow smile at the understanding of this sentence, he was going to take a rather long puff on his cigarette, going to tap the ashes so that they fell to the ground.
-As far as I know, I didn't force you into anything. I wasn't the only one who liked it.
-To like? How am I supposed to do now I got sucked off by a guy in the bathroom while being fucking drunk?
-You've done so much worse with girls, don't act all innocent. Boy or girl, it's the same thing.
-… The same thing ? How can you say that seriously?
-I've known you since we were in kindergarten. And already there, all the girls were hovering around you. It's like you're a fucking magnet, I never understood why. Honestly, you were the dumbest guy I've ever seen. But still, everyone adored you. The great Steve Harrington.
He had said that while turning his head towards him, still smiling slightly and handing him his cigarette.
After a moment of hesitation, Steve had finally accepted and took it to smoke it, still looking disappointed and lost.
-And when I tell you that you're stupid, I weigh my words. You never noticed anything, you sounded like you were fucking blind. You honestly thought I was happy with Carol?
Faced with this kind of revelations, Steve lowered his cigarette to finally turn his head towards him, not taking his eyes off his friend.
- How many times have I ditched her. How many times, tell me Steve, have I canceled plans I had with her? And for whom?
Leaving a little silence as if to support his words, he let him think.
He let him being stuck in his ignorance.
-When that fat guy didn't want to let you go in junior high, smashed you every time, do you honestly think he left you alone overnight as if nothing had happened? It was me who had pushed his head down the toilet to make him stop bothering you. I was not sick, I had been excluded for a week.
It was almost as if Steve's life flashed before his eyes.
He looked like he was trying to remember it all with difficulty.
-You also think that it is with your marvelous level in basketball that you managed to enter the team I presume?
Tommy had said that jokingly, but he hadn't said it in an amused way.
-Carol and I, we had a deal.
Faced with this sentence, he looked away to relight a cigarette, feeling the need to have a certain dose of nicotine in him.
-A deal?
-We never slept together.
This sentence had almost killed Steve as he was making incongruous faces, yet remembering very well all the details that Tommy was telling.
-Tommy, I'm fucking lost.
-I've noticed.
- How come you never slept together?
-Because I couldn't.
- You couldn't ?
-Fuck Steve, make your two neurons work just for a moment and stop being stupid.
He had said that almost desperately, the cigarette hanging from his lips.
- It's not Carol the problem. When we got together, we tried. I really thought it could work but I didn't. And she understood. I couldn't get a hard-on, she didn't excite me. It was almost impossible.
He had just turned his head towards him exhaling his smoke towards him, he left him without answers.
His face was still just as confused, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth half open.
- But at the party, you had one...
- Damn, Steve. I really wonder how you made it to high school considering how stupid you are.
Their eyes had met and he didn't break away for a moment.
Throwing his cigarette away, Tommy moved forward to face him.
Steve was still against his car and looked up at him, almost overwhelmed by events.
Having put a hand on his neck, he gave him a last look before leaning over, going to link their lips again.
The feeling was different from last time.
It was almost as if there was something more.
He felt, behind his lips, that he was lost.
But after only a few seconds, he'd pulled back to look at him, yet keeping contact with his hand.
- Do you understand now?
-.. I think so.
Steve had mumbled that while looking away, his cheeks had been slightly red from the action.
It was almost imperceptible, the light being so little present in this lost corner.
-.. Why me? You always insulted me, you always made fun of me, it seemed like you were doing everything to piss me off.
-Because when I was nice to you I just couldn't get your attention. So when I pissed you off, at least I knew you were going to turn your head towards me.
Faced with this almost incongruous sentence, he took his hand away from him, going back.
- There, you finally got that fucking answer. I hope it satisfied you.
-… I had never kissed one. A boy.
Hearing this, Tommy stayed in front of him, going to put his hands in his pockets.
-I don't know why but I kinda guessed it. Why didn't you push me away the other day then?
-… I do not know.
- Do you want to start over?
Hearing this, Steve almost panicked, running a hand through his hair and looking away.
- There's no one here. No one will see us, hear us. It will stay between us.
His friend had muttered that as he approached him again, putting his hand on his shoulder and almost glaring at him.
-There's a part deep inside you that wanted it, I know.
He had leaned towards him to mutter this, going to settle between his legs and resting his free hand on his hip.
But having no answers after a long silence, Tommy laughed, in a yellow way.
-I'm joking. I'm going home or my father will kill me.
Removing his hands from him, he was about to leave just before he heard his friend's voice and her hand on his wrist.
He was looking down and just holding the fabric of his jacket.
-…Do not go.
Waiting for him to say something, he had waited.
Patiently.
It's as if his brain was smoking as he was thinking at top speed and Tommy wouldn't have been surprised if smoke had started to come out of his ears.
-…Nancy. Told me she wasn't in love with me. Are you going to tell me that my girlfriend, who I gave almost everything for, never loved me? While my fucking homie.. My friend. For almost 12 years?
Sighing long and closing his eyes to find his words, he pursed his lips.
- Yeah, that's kind of the story. But since you're stupid, I forgive you.
He had mumbled that with a smile, going to put his hands in his pockets.
-… Do not go. Stay with me tonight.
Steve had mumbled that, finally letting go of her wrist, going to cross his arms.
It almost looked as if he was ashamed.
-You want me to stay?
-Yeah.
Tommy had tried to figure out what was going on in his head at that precise moment, but he had a hard time.
It was as if Steve was the most incomprehensible person he had known.
-Okay, I dare to imagine that I can support you for another hour.
He mumbled that nonchalantly before going to sit on the hood of his car, giving him a look.
-Did you bring your pack of cigarettes?
-… Yeah. Why?
- Because you owe me one.
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And There you go ! A little OneShot between Steve and Tommy that I had in mind for a while! I hope you enjoyed it, don't hesitate to tell me in review what you thought!