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Steve stands alone in the corner of his living room, drinking jungle juice from a red solo cup. It seems like half the school showed up to his party, but no one’s said anything to Steve except pleasantries and to ask him where the bathroom is. Last year he was the life of the party, but now he’s a high school has-been who was dumped for a freak and everyone knows it.
Steve tosses his cup in the trash and climbs the stairs to the second floor, already tired of the loud music and partygoers drunkenly dancing in his living room. He thought he’d give high school a last hoorah, but he’s regretting it now.
As Steve reaches for his bedroom doorknob he hears a strange squeaking noise coming from down the hall. It almost sounds like—
Steve’s in Hell, he’s sure of it. He follows the squeaking and ends up at the door to his parents’ room.
His parents’ room, really? Of all goddamn places. Not even his parents have sex in there. If they even still have sex at all. Steve grimaces at the mental image as he knocks on the door, “Fun’s over, this room is off limits!”
He receives no answer other than the squeaking bedframe. Steve debates just going back to the party and runs a hand through his hair, huffing. He tests the doorknob and is surprised to find it unlocked. It swings wide open.
The sight that greets Steve stuns him momentarily. Munson and Hargrove are joined at the lips, dry humping on his parents’ gaudy bedding like wild animals. It’s aggressive and biting and one punch away from a fight.
Hargrove has a hand fisted in Munson’s hair. Munson has a tight grip on Hargrove’s collar. Their hips meet again and again, hard enough to leave bruises and shake the bedframe. Steve wonders how it would feel to join them, to bite and be bitten, to take and be taken. Blood rushes south to Steve’s junk as he absorbs the carnal image before him.
A loud crash comes from downstairs where some drunk person has definitely broken one of his mom’s lamps.
Munson jumps away from Hargrove, ragdolls himself off the bed, and lands in a heap on the floor. Hargrove stands, taking notice of Steve and stalking towards him with his fists clenched and a scowl painted on his face. Steve moves out of his way, heart pounding, and Hargrove catches sight of the tent in his pants. The scowl morphs into a smirk.
Munson scrambles to his feet as Hargrove closes and locks the door. Hargrove swaggers back to the bed, the smug bastard.
Munson is clearly losing his mind, “You didn’t see this.” He begins to pace the room, muttering to himself. Hargrove remains confident and unbothered.
Steve puts his hands in the air, “I-I’m not gonna—”
Munson gets in Steve’s face, poking him in the chest, “If you say a goddamn word, I swear I’ll—”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that,” Hargrove cuts in.
Munson turns his ire to the other man, “Wha—of course we do! By this time tomorrow the whole school’s gonna know that King Steve,” Munson says the last two words sardonically, “found us fucking upstairs at his party!”
As Munson turns to face Hargrove, his hand accidentally clips Steve’s erection. A choked moan rips free from Steve’s chest. It’s only then that Munson notices that Steve is rock hard. It stops him in his tracks.
Hargrove crowds against Munson’s back, looming over his shoulder, “Can’t you see how hard he is…just for us?”
A devilish smile spreads on Munson’s face as he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Everyone knows Harrington threw this party because he’s a slut for attention,” Hargrove laughs and squeezes Munson’s shoulders. “Let’s give it to him.” He slides around Munson to press against Steve and grab his chin in a bruising grip. His lips inch closer until—
A resounding smack echoes in the room as Munson slaps Steve’s ass. Steve jumps at the unexpected assault. Hargrove levels him with a look of disbelief.
Munson shrugs, “I always wanted to do that.” He slaps his ass again, harder, leaving his hand there and pinching. His fingers dig into Steve’s cheek in a mix of pain and pleasure. He moans high and sweet, more like a whine than a moan.
Hargrove and Munson share a look over Steve’s head. They move as a unit, swiftly removing Steve’s shirt and pants. Hargrove shucks off Steve’s shirt, the seams creaking with his harsh movements. He spins Steve to face Munson, trapping his torso in his bulging biceps, and immediately starts working on a massive hickey sure to be dark and high enough on his neck to still be visible from the moon on Monday morning.
Munson yanks down Steve’s pants, the button flying off and pinging somewhere across the room. He probably destroys the zipper in his haste, but Steve can’t think about anything beyond this moment in this room with these men. Munson mouths at Steve through his boxer briefs before tearing them clean off with his deceptively strong hands.
“Please, please…” Steve doesn’t even know what he’s begging for but he can’t stop the words from bubbling out of his mouth.
Steve’s knees buckle at the show of strength and he falls back into Hargrove, who laughs meanly. He grabs Steve’s cock, pumping it lightly as he growls in Steve’s ear, “I see it now, this is the kind of attention you truly crave. You just needed to be knocked down a peg to get the picture.”
“I-I…”
Munson stands, cutting Steve off, “Shh, Stevie, we know what you need. You don’t need the attention of fuckwit conformist high schoolers, you just need to belong to someone…or someones.”
Steve shivers in pleasure and his dick twitches in Hargrove’s hold.
“You’re ours for the night. And I don’t know about Munson but I take care of what’s mine.”
“Damn straight.”
“You wanna be ours, princess?”
Steve’s mind is reeling with what happened in the past couple minutes. The couple is clearly impatient, but they let him have time to think. Steve may have come to a hasty decision, but he is tired of being left behind, of being called bullshit, of the expectations put on him by others. Plus, it’s really hot.
Steve finally says, “I wanna be yours,” and even though they offered, he still finds himself bracing for rejection.
Instead, Hargrove immediately captures Steve in a rough kiss. He dominates Steve’s mouth, bullying his tongue past Steve’s lips and scraping it against Steve’s. Munson nips at Steve’s jaw where it extends to reach Hargrove’s mouth. Every time Steve turns to kiss Munson as well, Hargrove redirects him back to his lips.
Munson gets impatient waiting for his turn and picks Steve up by the thighs, tossing him onto the bed, which even impresses Hargrove. Munson and Hargrove tussle as they try to tear each other out of their clothing as quickly as possible. Steve watches wide-eyed with a hand around his dick and two fingers in his mouth.
Hearing his muffled moans, the two other men turn to Steve. Munson slaps Steve’s hands away from his body and takes over. He flips Steve face down, ass up, pressing his face to one of his mom’s decorative throw pillows. He nips his way down Steve’s spine leading to his crack and begins to feast with a languid lick from taint to tailbone, his hands spreading Steve’s cheeks. Steve gets lost in the sensation as Munson spears him on his long tongue. With each pass of his tongue, Steve loosens up even more until he’s all but melting into the comforter.
Hargrove grabs Steve by the hair and shoves his hard-on into his face. Steve obliges the unsaid request, opening his mouth and letting Hargrove into his mouth. Hargrove starts slow, letting Steve enjoy the dual sensations as he moans and slurps and sucks around the large cock. He moans like a whore as both his holes are taken by Hargrove and Munson in carefully timed thrusts.
Hargrove bullies himself into Steve’s throat just as Munson’s long tongue jabs his prostate. Again and again the two thrust deep into Steve’s throat and ass at the same time. Something snaps in Steve and he shakes apart in his orgasm, splattering the covers with his spend. Munson strips his own cock, moaning Steve and Hargrove’s names. He doesn’t last much longer and comes on Steve’s ass, some of his come dripping into Steve’s crack. As if given permission to chase his own release now that both his bed partners have finished, Hargrove takes on a punishing pace. He pulls out of Steve’s mouth and comes on his face.
Steve is absolutely drenched in come. It beads on his lashline and in the crease between his asscheek and thigh. He drops to the bed in a puddle of his own seed. Hargrove licks his come off of Steve’s face and transfers it to Steve in sticky, sloppy, sexy, slightly gross kisses.
Munson grabs their various articles of clothing from where they’ve been strewn around the room. He tugs Steve away from Hargrove. He kisses Steve softly, almost sweetly, holding him close to his chest.
“Hargrove, you leave first,” Munson declares. “It’ll rouse less suspicion if you distract everyone with your showboaty jock performance.”
“You could do that just as easily with drugs!”
“You know drugs aren’t allowed at Harrington parties.”
Hargrove takes a long look at Steve.
“…Fine. But I’m not happy about it.”
Hargrove dresses in his clothes and steals a kiss from both Steve and Eddie. He leaves without saying goodbye.
Munson dresses Steve as best he can in his busted clothes. He slides the shirt over Steve’s head. It isn’t too bad, just a bit stretched. The pants, however, may be past saving. The button is completely missing and the zipper is undone even though the zip is still all the way at the top. Eddie glides them up Steve’s legs and settles them on Steve’s hips as best he can.
“My bad,” Munson says sheepishly.
“It’s fine. It was hot.”
Munson laughs heartily.
“Get yourself cleaned up, Stevie. Take a long hot shower for me, okay? Hargrove and I will take care of the party, don’t even worry about it.”
“How did you—Why?”
“I take care of what’s mine. Even if it’s just for one night.”
Steve’s shocked into silence.
“See you around, Stevie,” He leaves with a smirk and a jaunty little wave. As if he and Hargrove hadn’t just turned Steve’s whole world upside down.
And if Steve jerks off in his parents’ room once a week thinking about his encounter with Hargrove and Munson, that’s no one’s business but his own. And if he approaches them at the next party to ask to be theirs again, that’s no one’s business but theirs.