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August 1, 1986
The only person who had ever dared to sneak in through Gareth’s bedroom window was Eddie. No guy had ever been interested enough, and any girl could just walk in the front door without any questions asked by his parents. He still wasn’t sure how they felt about his best friend. Like most of the town, the long hair, tattoos and cult leader gossip was enough to make them hesitant, even though they knew from experience Dungeons and Dragons was only a nerdy game.
Still, Gareth found it easier for Eddie to sneak into the house without his parents permission. And if his oldest brother, Scott, had mentioned how easy it was to unlock their windows from the outside, then who was Gareth to ignore that tasty bit of information? He and Eddie had a whole system now, and Gareth wouldn’t even flinch when he heard Eddie’s pocket knife slide across the window sill and flick the lock open.
So, when he heard knocking at his bedroom window late one night at the very beginning of August, he had to swallow down a scream to avoid waking his parents.
Argyle had his face nearly pressed against the glass, his long, black hair blending into the nighttime darkness and making him look like a floating head. Gareth carefully pushed his window open, sliding a broken 2x4 between the window and the sill to keep it from falling down.
“What are you doing here?” He hissed, taking a step back as Argyle started to climb through the small opening. “We just saw each other a few hours ago.”
“Yeah, dude, I know,” Argyle huffed, his foot getting caught on the window ledge. He tumbled inside, landing in Gareth’s arms like some kind of cheesy rom-com scene. He pulled a few of his own hairs from his mouth, grinning widely down at Gareth. “But I leave in two days and didn’t want to waste any time to see you.”
Gareth rolled his eyes, but he felt himself blushing and quickly worked his way out of Argyle’s arms, turning and walking towards his bedroom door. He opened it slowly, craning his neck to listen for any signs of movement from his parents’ bedroom down the hall. The only sound he heard was the ticking of the grandfather clock in their living room, and he breathed a quick sigh of relief before closing the door and turning back towards Argyle.
“We have to be quiet. If my parents find out you’re here, we’re both dead.”
Argyle nodded, flopping down onto Gareth’s bed and picking up the copy of Rolling Stone lying haphazardly across the sheets. He pointed to the front cover, shaking his head at the headline.
“VH won’t be the same without Davey Roth, man.”
Gareth grumbled, crawling into bed next to Argyle and happily snuggling close to his side.
“Don’t bring it up to Eddie. He’s still upset.”
He laid his head onto Argyle’s shoulder, the two of them quietly skimming through the magazine, listening to the sounds of summer streaming in through the open window. Owls and bullfrogs from the woods behind his house competed with emerging cicadas as to who could scream the loudest in the dead of night. Argyle turned a few more pages before Gareth got antsy, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on his bedspread.
“So, did you come over solely to read a month-old magazine, or…?”
Argyle grinned, throwing the magazine onto the floor and tackling Gareth onto his back in a flurry of giggles. Gareth tried to shush him, the muffled sounds getting lost. The two finally settled, Gareth on his back and Argyle hovered over him, his own hair blocking Gareth in a wall of black. They were both breathing a little heavy, grins on their faces as they looked at each other.
“Hi,” Gareth said in a half-whisper, reaching up to tuck a strand of long hair behind Argyle’s ear.
“Sup, man,” Argyle responded, bending down to press his lips against Gareth’s. Gareth sighed into the kiss, flinging his arms across Argyle’s shoulders and pulling his weight down on top of him. He spread his legs a little wider, giving Argyle the space to settle into. He tugged at his hair a bit, grinning into the kiss when Argyle let out a soft groan.
Argyle tilted his head, gently licking into Gareth’s mouth like he was asking permission. Gareth lifted his head slightly, trying to deepen the kiss faster than Argyle was moving. He canted his hips up, hooking his leg up onto Argyle’s lower back, and gently pushing down with his heel. It didn’t take much for Argyle to get with the program, grinding down into Gareth hard but painstakingly slow.
Gareth’s fingers teased at the edge of Argyle’s shirt, skimming the soft skin underneath but never reaching out and taking. Argyle moved away from Gareth’s mouth, burying his face into his neck and pressing slow, hot kisses into his skin. Gareth whined, finally letting his hand glide up Argyle’s stomach, scraping his fingernails across the smooth skin. Argyle stopped, lifting his head to look at Gareth for a second before reaching behind himself and pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion, throwing it behind him. The shirt caught on the lamp on Gareth’s desk, sending the whole thing to the ground with a crash.
They both stilled immediately, unable to slow down their breathing but sitting as silent as they could to listen for any kind of movement from down the hall. Gareth looked away from his bedroom door after determining the coast was clear, focusing again on Argyle, a mischievous smirk hanging off his lips.
“Where were we?” Argyle said, his voice a little rough. Gareth chuckled, pulling his shoulders down and pressing their chests together as Argyle went back to sucking a love bite into Gareth’s neck. Gareth kept his head in place with one hand, the other reaching down to grab a handful of Argyle’s ass, hiking his hips further into his own. Argyle pulled on the collar of Gareth’s shirt, moving his mouth down to suck onto his collarbones while his fingers slid under the shirt’s hem, gliding up Gareth’s stomach.
Gareth stilled, and it didn’t take Argyle long to stop as well.
“You ok? We can stop.”
Gareth squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head. “No, no, I don’t want to stop, it’s just…” He opened his eyes slowly, sucking his lips into his mouth and taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve already taken my bandages off for the night.”
Argyle’s smile was soft, and he pressed a gentle kiss onto Gareth’s lips. “We can leave the shirt on, then. I’m just happy being here with you, dude, and I wouldn’t want to throw off your vibes. Whatever you want to do, I’m cool with it.”
Gareth kissed him again, biting onto his lip and pulling a little as he moved away.
“I want you to take off my shirt. I just didn’t want you to be surprised, or grossed out, or whatever.”
Argyle stared at him for a second, his eyebrows curling into the middle of his face and his mouth downturned. He interlocked their lips once more, kissing Gareth with a different kind of ferocity than before. He sat back, pulling Gareth into his lap and stripping him off his shirt all in one motion. He ran his hands up Gareth’s back, leaning down to kiss the middle of his chest, moving his head up slowly as he kissed every inch of Gareth’s skin in-between his sternum to his lips, careful to avoid his breasts without permission. The hand not splayed across Gareth’s back reached around to the front, gently running from Gareth’s neck down to his belly button.
“I think you’re gorgeous, every part of you,” Argyle mumbled, his eyes still focused on Gareth’s body.
Gareth took his face in his hands, studying his features like he was going to be quizzed on them the next day. His eyes lingered around his mouth before looking back up into his focused gaze.
“Did you bring condoms with you?” He asked bluntly and a little out of breath. A flush rose to Argyle’s cheeks and Gareth could feel him squirm underneath him.
“Man, I didn’t want to be a perv or anything…”
“Where are they?” Gareth cut him off, meeting his gaze again. Argyle’s eyes floated down to Gareth’s lips.
“Back pocket.”
“Good, great.” Gareth smashed his lips back to Argyle’s, a different kind of energy flowing through the air. Argyle gently laid him back down on the bed, his mouth immediately moving to Gareth’s chest and slowly working his way down. He licked at his navel, his fingers sliding into the waistband of the boxers Gareth had planned to sleep in. He looked up at Gareth once, and when he received a confirmation nod back, he pulled the soft material down Gareth’s legs and tossed it over the side of the bed.
Gareth could feel his heart racing, his breath getting caught in his throat. He technically wasn’t a virgin, but that one night between him and Eddie a few years back could barely count as any kind of bedroom experience. Eddie was still pretending to be straight, Gareth was still pretending to be a girl; it wasn’t exactly the romance and fireworks one hoped for.
Argyle pressed a kiss to Gareth’s hip bone and he jumped in surprise, curling his fingers into the sheets.
“Sorry, just, uh, wasn’t expecting…”
Argyle did it again on the other side, grinning back up at Gareth like he had done something forbidden. He stilled, looking away from Gareth as his eyes wandered to the ceiling and lips pursed in thought.
“I…” he huffed out a breath, “I don’t know how to ask this delicately.”
Gareth sighed. It was only a matter of time before he scared him away. He kind of wished it had happened before he got completely naked, but at least Argyle would be 3000 miles away in only a few days. He propped himself up on his elbows, letting out a deep breath.
“If you want to leave, that’s fine, I get it.”
Argyle tilted his head, face muddled with confusion. “What? No. What I want is to suck your dick, I was just trying to think of, like, a gentleman-y way to ask.”
Gareth’s eyes widened. “You want to… oh? Oh.”
No one had ever referred to his clit as a dick before (not that there had been many chances, but still). He was almost embarrassed at the way his thighs clenched when Argyle said it. Almost.
Argyle raised his eyebrows, that devilish smirk sneaking back onto his face. Gareth’s mouth floundered a bit, the words failing to escape from where they were hidden in his throat. He felt his palms go a little sweaty at the idea of someone’s face down there but he couldn’t help but notice the heat pooling in his belly; the tightness that gripped his insides and threatened to shatter him from the inside-out.
“No one’s ever, uhm, done that before, so, uh…”
Argyle perked up. “Really?! Dude, you’re in for a treat. It’s incredible. I mean, if you’re still cool with it, that is.”
Gareth swallowed hard but nodded slowly, his chest relaxing at the enthusiasm clearly written across Argyle’s face. Argyle settled down onto his stomach, slowly palming up Gareth’s leg until he reached his knee, taking a hold of the joint and flinging his leg over his shoulder. Gareth squealed a little, slapping his hand over his mouth and chuckling softly with Argyle as the tension in the air slowly evaporated.
Argyle placed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before leaning down and pressing another directly on Gareth’s clit. He gasped, his hips canting up before Argyle slowly pushed them back down with the tips of his fingers.
“Relax,” he purred out, his fingers gently running up and down Gareth’s thigh. “We can stop anytime you want, ok?” He reached up, prying Gareth’s fingers away from the sheets and tangling his own between them. Gareth squeezed his hand and Argyle returned the gesture, giving Gareth a final moment of calm before enclosing his lips around Gareth’s clit and sucking.
“Holy shit.” Gareth covered his mouth with his free hand again, afraid to move it in fear of the noises involuntarily trying to work their way out. He felt Argyle’s shoulders move as he chuckled, but all his brain could truly focus on was the feeling of Argyle’s mouth on him.
Each time he sucked, a jolt of electricity went up Gareth’s spine, and when he flattened out his tongue and ran it along each side of his clit, it felt like all the air was being sucked out of his lungs. Argyle’s fingers moved towards his hole tentatively, asking for permission to go on, even though his mouth was full. He lifted his head anyway, mouth shiny with spit and slick.
“Is it cool if I use my hands a little?”
”Do whatever you want” Gareth breathed out, returning his hand to his face and breathing harshly through his fingers. “But don’t stop doing that thing with your mouth.”
He let go of Argyle’s hand, shifting a little to push Argyle’s head down with a palm to the back of his head. He threw his own head onto his pillow, allowing a whisper-like moan to escape from his throat. Argyle immediately obliged, kissing his clit and then lapping at it with his tongue. He slid one finger into Gareth smoothly, curling it back towards himself over and over until Gareth couldn’t help but squeeze his thighs together around Argyle’s head.
Argyle worked his finger a little faster, adding a second with ease. Gareth’s head went fuzzy; the sound of blood rushing through his ears was overwhelming. He kept forgetting to breathe, having to stop and take gasping breaths as Argyle continued his onslaught. His legs started to shake, his nerves overcome with this feeling like he was on fire.
Suddenly, that warmth in his stomach exploded, shooting a white-hot heat through his blood stream.
“Oh my God, shit, fuck, fuck.”
A high-pitched whine slid from his throat as his hips thrusted upward and his back arched off the bed. His vision had gone black, and his mind had floated up to space. When he finally came to, he yanked hard on Argyle’s hair, pulling him up towards him. Argyle was smiling from ear to ear, and Gareth couldn’t help but pull him down into a kiss.
His own taste on his tongue made him groan, his hands hurriedly reaching for Argyle’s shorts.
“Off, take them off, please, please, please.”
Argyle quickly rid himself of his shorts and briefs, falling back down into Gareth’s embrace. Their kisses had devolved into breathing into each other’s mouths, but neither one of them could stop. Gareth reached down to stroke Argyle’s length and he shivered, going still from where he lay hovered above Gareth.
“You ok?” Gareth mumbled, his voice wrecked. Argyle nodded quickly, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Trying real hard not to blow my load, man.”
Gareth chuckled, pulling his hand away from Argyle’s dick and gently running it up his chest.
“We can slow down, give you a minute.”
Argyle nodded in agreement, burying his face into Gareth’s neck and taking long, deep breaths. Gareth began to stroke through his hair, starting up at his scalp and running his hand as far down as it could reach.
“You know,” he whispered, taking a breath to try and slow his still-pounding heartbeat, “I’ve never… uhm, finished with anyone, so no matter what else happens, you can take that fun fact home with you.”
Argyle laughed, his breath warm against Gareth’s neck.
“For real? I’m the first person to make you come?”
Gareth’s cheeks flushed, which seemed ridiculous considering Argyle had just had his face in his junk.
“You sure are. Congrats.”
Argyle lifted his head, smiling down on Gareth before enveloping his lips in a kiss.
“So, if I can do it again, do I get an even more special prize?”
Gareth pecked a kiss on his mouth, giving him a shove towards the side of the bed.
“Let’s focus on you, big guy, hm? Go snag that condom your deviant little ass had to bring along.”
Argyle giggled before rolling off the bed, tip-toeing butt-naked around Gareth’s room, trying to find the spot where he discarded his pants in the first place. He let out a muffled ‘a-ha!’ as he pulled the shiny silver wrapper from his pocket, crawling back into bed.
He sat down on his knees before he made it all the way up to the headboard, ripping open the wrapper with his fingers and sliding the condom on. He hissed as he worked his way down, letting out a sigh once he was properly situated.
He moved so he was above Gareth again, his eyes dancing across Gareth’s face and a soft smile spread across his lips.
“I’m really happy I met you,” he said quietly, the first hint of embarrassment flickering across his face. Gareth tried to hide his smile, but knew he was failing by the shine behind Argyle’s gaze.
“Me too,” he mumbled, happy when Argyle bent down to kiss him again. Gareth had never really been great with words, especially around guys. He always managed to find the wrong thing to say and made everything awkward. But he could kiss, and he could stroke, and he could sigh beautifully when Argyle’s dick finally slid into him with ease.
This was nothing like his first time. Everything back then had been rushed and messy. It was a forced pairing between two teenagers who weren’t sure of themselves, and the worst 82 seconds of sex either of them were ever going to have.
Gareth assumed it would always be like that. He didn’t really see the point in trying to do it again, especially when most guys would see the equipment he was working with and only be able to think girl, girl, girl.
If Argyle decided he never wanted to stop, Gareth would agree to it easily. Sex with Argyle made him feel full, and cared for, and respected, which was kind of a terrifying fucking thing to feel with someone he had only met a few weeks ago.
Gareth had started to float away with the bliss of being completely engulfed in him, when Argyle reached down, rubbing circles across Gareth’s clit with his thumb and launching him right back to Earth. Gareth gasped, his back arching again at the feeling of over-sensitivity. Jesus fucking Christ, Argyle was going to make him come again, wasn’t he?
“Kiss me,” he stuttered out, moaning into Argyle’s mouth as he immediately bent down to press his lips against Gareth’s. A deep groan stumbled out of Argyle’s throat; Gareth swallowed it down, knowing he was going to hold onto it forever. Argyle thrusted his hips forward hard once more before he stilled, his eyes squeezing shut and his forearms quivering on either side of Gareth’s head.
He opened his eyes with a gasp, his lungs suddenly realizing how empty they were as he fought for air. He crumpled next to Gareth, sliding his hand up his face and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to come that fast, dude, sorry.”
Gareth hummed in response, turning to pick up his watch from the nightstand.
“If we’re not counting any of the dick-sucking from earlier, you still lasted… 94 seconds longer than the guy who took my virginity. I don’t consider it fast at all.”
Argyle laughed, pulling Gareth back towards him and wrapping his arms around him. He kissed the back of his neck, fumbling his hand around until he found Gareth’s and interlocked their fingers together.
“Can I still call you, even after I’m back in California?”
Gareth turned his head as best he could, his face scrunched in a scowl.
“I’d be mad as hell if you didn’t, dude, c’mon.” He threw his elbow back into Argyle’s stomach lightly, turning back to face the window. He felt Argyle’s body shake as he laughed, his thumb making slow circles on the back of Gareth’s hand. When Argyle started to shimmy a bit, Gareth ignored it. But when his huffs of breath turned into grunting and groaning behind Gareth’s back, he slowly turned around in confusion.
“Sorry, sorry,” Argyle mumbled, his body shifting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. “I was trying to get this rubber off one-handed, and that might not have been the smartest idea.” He reached down and pulled it off slowly, tying the end and turning to look for a trash can. He hadn't realized how close to the edge he had moved, however, and all Gareth saw was a flash of black hair as Argyle went crashing to the floor.
“Ow, fuck!” Argyle murmured, barely above a whisper, but Gareth still scurried to the edge of the bed, shushing him aggressively.
“Shut up, dude! Just… shh!”
They both stilled, listening for any sign of life from Gareth’s parents’ room. Gareth heard the squeak of their metal bed frame and his eyes went wide. He jumped off the bed, pulling Argyle up and pushing him towards the open window.
“Out, get out!”
“Can I at least have my drawers…?”
“NO! Just… hide in the fucking bushes! Go!”
He pushed Argyle’s naked body through the window, turning around quickly to find his own clothes. He grabbed Argyle’s shirt because he knew it was bigger, throwing it on just in time to hear a soft knock at his door. He tumbled towards it, tripping over Argyle’s sneakers on the way.
He cracked open the door and tried his best to put on the impression he had just woken up. His mom was standing on the other side, her robe pulled tightly around her.
“Honey? Are you ok? We heard a noise.”
Gareth blinked a few times, his gaze flickering back towards his room.
“I’m… I’m good. Had a nightmare & fell out of bed, that’s all.”
His mom still looked concerned, reaching out and brushing at Gareth’s hair with her fingertips. She pulled at his curls gently, letting her hand fall from his hair and brush against his cheek.
“Want me to make you some tea? Help the nightmares go away?”
Her eyes moved away from his face and he saw the change in her demeanor before she even opened her mouth. Her back straightened and her head tilted slightly as she swallowed down her disappointment. Gareth was ready to plead for Argyle’s life as he watched his mom point towards the open window.
“Jennifer Paige, what have we told you about keeping that window open? You’re going to let in all kinds of bugs, and god forbid a raccoon ever made its way inside.”
She started to push her way into the room but Gareth side-stepped, blocking her path.
“I opened it last night to let in some fresh air and must have forgotten about it before I fell asleep. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I’m really tired, Mom. Can we… can we just go back to bed?”
His mom pursed her lips but nodded tersely, pulling her robe closer to herself. She pointed a stern finger towards Gareth.
“Don’t let your father catch you with it open. He’d have a conniption.”
Gareth nodded frantically and his mom sighed. She smiled softly in apology for her harshness, turning to make her way back down the hall before she stopped.
“I messed up your name again.”
Her voice was soft, like the realization of her mistake had knocked the wind out of her. Gareth let out a breath, hanging his head onto his chest.
“It’s fine, Mom. It’s late. We’ll chalk it up to you being tired.”
She nodded without turning back to look at him.
“Well, I’m still sorry. I’ll be better. I love you, baby.”
“Love you, too, Mom. Good night.”
He shut the door quietly, leaning against it and breathing a sigh of relief before he suddenly remembered the naked man in his front yard. He dashed over to the window, sticking his head out to find Argyle hunched over in the boxwoods.
“Your mom is kind of scary, dude.”
“Shut up and get back in the house, but be quiet!”
He pulled Argyle back through his bedroom window, much more carefully than when he had first got there, since he knew for sure his mom was awake. He brushed a spot of dirt from Argyle’s shoulder, melting a bit when Argyle leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
“Ah!” Argyle suddenly turned his head, straining to see over his shoulder. “I think a mosquito bit me right on the ass cheek, man.” He rubbed his hand across his butt, frowning when he felt the raised lump underneath his fingers.
Gareth giggled, pushing Argyle back towards the bed as he crossed the room to turn out the lights, careful to avoid Argyle’s sneakers this time around.
“Ok, well, if someone hadn’t fallen off the bed and woken my mom up, I wouldn’t have had to shove that person through the open window where their poor ass cheeks were put on display like a buffet to all the nighttime bugs.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t want to go to sleep with my junk suffocating in a dome of its own jizz!”
They both fell silent as Gareth felt his way back to bed, carefully laying down on the mattress away from Argyle. Argyle sighed, and Gareth felt him squirm around.
“Did I… it’s ok if I spend the night, right? Or did I just overstay my welcome?”
Gareth sighed, rolling over to face him even though he could barely see the outline of his body in the pitch dark.
“Of course, you can stay, I just… didn’t really think you’d want to. We have to make sure you’re gone before my parents wake up, though.”
He felt the mattress move as Argyle scooted closer, the space between them growing smaller.
“I can do that. Do you… do you want me to sleep on the other side of the bed, too, or can I maybe get a snuggle in?”
Gareth snorted, closing the distance between them. He jumped when he felt a hand reach out towards him, fingers splayed across his face. Argyle giggled but still kept his hand stretched across Gareth’s features.
“Sorry, sorry, I don’t know where your face is.”
Argyle patted Gareth’s face with the tips of his fingers, feeling from the jut of his eyebrows down to his lips. He patted those a few times before Gareth felt him lean forward, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He wrapped an arm around Gareth’s hip, pulling him closer towards himself. Gareth felt his body go pliant, letting Argyle rearrange them until they were one intertwined mess in the middle of the mattress.
“You know,” Argyle started, pressing his face into the back of Gareth’s neck and tightening his grip around his middle. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Gareth scoffed, rolling his eyes on instinct even though he was facing away from Argyle. “You’re literally leaving for California in two days.”
“Not what I meant, Curly. You think I haven’t heard your comments? Thinking I’ll hate your body once you’re naked or decide I won’t want to spend the night? I don’t know how many more times I have to tell you: I like you. You’re cute and funny and a little mean if I’m being honest, but I think that’s kind of my thing.”
Gareth shoved his elbow back into Argyle’s stomach, the latter anticipating his move this time around and throwing his hips back to avoid contact.
“See what I mean? Asshole.”
Gareth stayed quiet, his fingers dancing along Argyle’s arm as he stewed. It was hard for him to believe that Argyle was interested, that anyone would be interested. It was easier to assume the worst and live in a world of self-deprecation than hold out the hope that someone would actually like him, and continue to hear the ridicule from the outside world.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, leaning his head back until it rested on Argyle’s shoulder. “You’re the first person who’s really… saw me for who I am and liked it. Guess I’m not used to it yet.”
Argyle scoffed, removing one of his hands from around Gareth’s waist and instead reaching up to tangle it into his hair. He pulled at the curls a little bit, working his fingers back and forth across his scalp.
“Man, c’mon. I can’t be the first. You have Eddie, Jeff, Tony. Hell, you should see the way Will looks at you, he adores you.” He turned his head to brush a kiss to Gareth’s temple, moving one of his legs so that it slotted in-between both of Gareth’s.
“That wasn’t what I…” Gareth stopped himself. Argyle had a point: just because he was the first person to see Gareth in a romantic light didn’t mean he was the first person to see Gareth at all.
Eddie had been the first person Gareth had come out to, and he had accepted his true self right away– hell, he had even helped to try and come up with a new name for him, although their friendship almost ended prematurely when Gareth refused to be named ‘Aragorn.’ Jeff and Tony never questioned any of the changes that happened to him between freshman and sophomore year; they rolled with every single one and still stayed Gareth’s friends through it all.
“Thanks, Pizza Guy.”
Argyle chuckled low in his throat. “You’re welcome. Now, can we finally go to sleep? I’m exhausted.”
Gareth squeezed his hand before tugging at the comforter, pulling it over both of them as they finally tucked in for the night. He had set an alarm on his watch for 6:30 in the morning before throwing it over on the nightstand, already dreading having to wake up and shove Argyle through the window again.
Maybe looking at colleges on the west coast wasn’t such a bad idea after all.