Try This Too?

Keith is a little hazy from the purple palm tree delight, sitting in the back room of Family Video with the new guy in town Argyle who happens to have brought it with him and set up a little patch in the woods. He is not so new now, came in to help Steve and Robin beg their job back after they bailed in the middle of work and disappeared for a few days and then he got a job at the pizza place they share a plaza with. He comes over on his lunch breaks, or whenever it is slow and hangs out in the backroom, smoking with whoever is on break or Jonathan when he comes by. 

Keith is not sure why he started hanging out and smoking them out, probably so Steve will not lose his job, or why he keeps letting him, probably for the same reason. He likes Argyle though, pretty in a different way than Steve, the bane of his existence for more than just his inability to do his job right. He has been too pretty for his own good for as long as Keith can remember. The weed makes it all more bearable, makes them all friendlier with one another, less just coworkers, more almost friends, occasional movie and pizza nights and everything.

Steve comes into the backroom, peeking around the door either to make sure they are good and high after getting Keith yelled at by Mrs. Fields for a mix up in her rental last night, the G rates film she was looking to watch had been missing and instead she got to see the unwound hardcore film that had been rented at the same time. Or possibly he is checking to make sure Argyle is here? They are close after all, they spend a lot of time together both here and outside of work from what he has gathered. He comes right over when Argyle beacons him with the blunt in his hand, Keith does not have any complaints Steve is due for a break after all.

Kith’s mouth goes dry, Hawkins has shit weed compared to Argyle’s stuff but he is pretty sure he is not hallucinating. He knows he is staring but he cannot help himself because Steve Harrington just crawls into Argyle's lap without a moment's hesitation like it is old hat. He keeps staring because Argyle takes a long drag from the blunt as Steve brushes his long locks back for him, something tender and intimate about it. He cannot stop watching the way Steve’s cheeks flush as a big hand curls around the back of his neck drawing him closer.

Keith bites down on his bottom lip hard as their mouths touch, not a kiss, not really but a close thing as Argyle blows the smoke into Steve’s mouth. It feels charged, more than what it is, cock chubbing up thinking about it being more. It seems to go on forever, Steve’s fingers sliding through Argyle's hair to find perches on his shoulders as he rocks a little closer like he is trying to swallow his last breath.

They break apart an eternity later, pressed from hip to shoulder. Steve’s head falls forward, resting against the shoulder furthest from Keith. It annoys him, makes him want to snap his fingers at Steve to get his attention over here so he can see what he looks like. Argyle’s head lulls in his direction with an easy wide smile, eyes hooded from more than weed.

“The fuck was that?” Keith tries to snarl, a curl of jealousy heavy in his belly, the weed keeps it from getting there, keeps him loose instead of winding tight even as this situation tries.

Argyle’s eyes open a little wide “Oh wow you’ve never had a shotgun my dude?” He shakes his head like this is some great disappointment before his hands drag over Steve’s back pulling his attention with more than words. “Nothing to be ashamed of, we can fix that right now. Steverino, you should show our man here how it’s done,” Steve’s head rolls to face their direction with an almost shy look? Keith has to be reading into it. Steve Harrington has never looked shy a day in his life. “show him just how we do it.”

Steve’s eyes flick up to Argyles, gets an encouraging nod and a grin in return, the joint passing between two sets of long fingers. Keith gulps as Steve’s eyes find him, pinned under his dark gaze as he takes a deep drag before passing the blunt back. Keith has a copper tang coating his tongue as Steve carefully shifts off of Argyles lap and into his own. 

Keith does not know what to do with his slick palms as Steve settles himself in his lap, thighs finding space on either side of his. He just has to pray to some higher power that his half chub does not become a full on erection and that Steve somehow does not notice, even though that seems unlikely with how close he is pressing in. 

“Calm down man. Stevie’s good at this, a real pro.” Argyle says suddenly closer, hand on Keith’s shoulder, one thigh pressing against the outside of Steve’s bracketing him. Argyle slides a big hand over Steve’s neck again leading him closer to Keith. He feels like he might faint, breath coming out in quick waves. “Relax and breathe.” Argyle reminds, hand giving another squeeze. Keith manages to get half a real breath in before Steve’s mouth catches his.

Keith goes tight, every muscle so tense he aches as Steve’s lips seal over his and hot smoke is being breathed into his mouth. It is Steve shifting in his lap, no way Keith is hiding his hard on now but he is not the only one sporting some wood, that makes him relax a little. Steve makes a noise, something high in the back of his throat, smoke spilling into Keith faster as his hands finally find perches on sharp hip bones.

“Yeah, that’s the best way to experience the purple palm tree delight.” Argyle's hand is still on his shoulder, fingers digging in a little, like a mini massage. Keith is pretty sure this feeling rushing through him, making him loose and excited at the same time is not the weed. No it has everything to do with Steve rocking his hips as he keeps blowing out smoke along with soft little noises into his mouth, hands loose against Keith's pecs occasionally giving little squeezes.

Steve pulls back too soon as far as he is concerned but he stays tucked in close, foreheads pressed together as his fingers drag over Keith’s lips reminding him to shut his mouth before the smoke can all escape. “Or maybe just Stevie.” Argyle murmurs, leaning in, hair brushing against Keith’s cheek as his lips find Steve’s.

There is no smoke, no excuse for their mouths to touch and yet they do. Keith has a front row view for the way their tongues slide against each other before their lips close together. His mouth drops open and the smoke starts billowing out of him, hands tightening on Steve’s hips. Keith pants out more smoke, throat feeling dry and lips feeling chapped but it is not a drink he wants to quench his thirst.

“What do you say my man, you want to try this too?” Argyle asks when they break apart, a trail of shiny spit connecting their lips, snapping with a lazy smile. Keith is not sure exactly what he means. Kissing yes but which one of them will he get to kiss? He nods regardless, he may have had an ill-advised and thought to be hopeless crush on Steve since high school that persists but he also has had a crush on Argyle for weeks now.

Their eyes turn away from him, boring into one another, noses bumping as they have some voiceless conversation Keith can never hope to understand. Steve gives a nod and gets another peck on his lips before they both turn toward him again. The hand on Keith’s shoulder slides up to his neck and turns him a little more toward Argyle.

Keith’s eyes are a little wide again as Argyle leans in, hair being actively brushed back and held in a loose pony by Steve who is watching them intently still seated in his lap. Keith’s eyes flutter closed, hands tightening on Steve’s hips as lips meet his own. Argyle kisses like he does everything else, easy and lazy but proficient, like he knows exactly what Keith likes despite never having kissed him before.

It seems to go on for an eternity and yet break far too soon. Keith tries to follow his lips but Argyle gives a chuckle and keeps pulling back. Despite that Keith is not left wanting as Steve leans in and catches his mouth. He kisses a little more desperately, less easy going and more like he is trying to crawl inside to taste every inch of Keith’s mouth. 

“Easy Steverino he’s not going anywhere.” Argyle whispers, hair tickling Keith’s cheek again as his mouth brushes against Steve’s. Keith was enjoying it but something about the way Steve goes lax, almost boneless into him with an almost whining noise is even more enjoyable. Keith takes the opportunity to return the favor exploring Steve’s mouth the same way he did his, hands shifting hips until they start rocking against his again.

“You two put on a pretty show.” Argyle hums as he leans back, cool air hitting the skin of their cheeks and Keith cracks an eye open and sees him reaching under the hem of his tented pants. Keith does not realize he has gone still, both hands and mouth unmoving in his distraction as he watches Argyle’s hand move under his loose pants until teeth sink into his bottom lip making him hiss and buck up.

“Stevie doesn't like being ignored my friend. You better give him what he wants.” Keith wants to argue that friends do not do this, that this territory is well past that invisible line but his mouth is occupied and there is a hand working his zipper open and all he can do is kiss Steve with the same desperation he started with. 

There is a dry hand on his cock making Keith groan into the kiss before another cock, Steve’s cock just as naked as his is sliding against his. “Here I got you my dudes.” Argyle says cheerfully close again and suddenly cold slick lube is dribbling over their cocks. Keith kind of wants to ask where the hell he has been keeping that but like his other questions they just are not as important as what he is already doing.

Steve’s other hand drops from his pec with a final squeeze and suddenly both are wrapped around their slick cocks. “Holy fuck.” Keith curses as Steve pulls back with a self satisfied grin and he goes to chase his mouth, wants to keep on kissing him but Argyle is right there pushing in close and kissing him again and it is just as good.

Keith is going to lose his mind, heat building between them. Steve’s hands working them with fever, a contrast to the lazy kiss Argyle is giving him. It is not like this is the first time someone else has touched his dick but it is the first time someone has done this while someone else kisses him. It is hot, has heat pooling in his belly balls drawing up embarrassingly fast. 

The thing that tips him over the edge is Argyle pulling back and instantly turning and catching Steve’s mouth. It is too much, has Keith’s hands tightening on Steve’s hips in a way that he knows is going to leave a mark because he bruises like a peach. He has a near permanent darkening on his elbow from every little bump against the counter as. Keith likes the idea of leaving a mark as his vision whites out and his cock spills all over those hands.

When his vision fuzzes back in Steve is kissing him again and his cock now flaccid has been left out of the circle of his hands. Steve is still hard, one hand still working his cock the other up under his shirt and Keith cannot see what exactly he is doing but from he movements he is flicking his own nipples making soft noises into the kiss.

“Steverino, you want to lend me a hand here?” Argyle asks, drawing both their attention, Keith gulps as he sees he has his cock out. One big hand stroking an equally big cock as he leans back against the arm of the couch, one foot resting against Keith’s ankle as he shoots him a wink. Steve shifts, still half across Keith’s laps as he leans over and swallows that cock down without a second thought. “That’s a good boy.” Argyle praises drawing a desperate filthy noise from Steve.

Keith watches mouth drying up again, it is hot, has his cock twitching in appreciation. “You’re so good at this my dude.” Keith wonders if Steve would go down on him, what it might be like to get his mouth on them. He reaches a hand down, under Steve’s twisted up form, replacing the hand on his cock with his own, jerking him as best he can with the awkward angle.

“Fuck you two are so hot together.” Keith mutters as Argyle goes tense with a few bucks up into Steve’s mouth, hand tightening in his hair as he shoots sticky hot cum all down his throat. Steve is panting and moaning as he pulls off of the cock, face resting just to the left of it as more cum splashing over his cheeks as Argyle angles his cock just right. 

Steve does not last long, the tip of Argyle's cock spurting another load of cum on his tongue as he goes tense and moaning, spilling all over Keith’s hand. Keith pulls his hand back looking at the cum coating it a little awestruck and mesmerized by the pearly liquid. If he told sophomore year Keith that he was going to make bratty pretty Steve Harrington blow his load along with another really hot dude he probably would have laughed at himself and yet here he is. Keith breaks from his thoughts as Argyle catches his hand with a filthy lazy smile as he leans forward and sucks the cum from his fingers.

Keith is pretty sure he is going to have a heart attack as all of his blood tries rushing south again. It only gets worse when Argyle leans back a little and pushes Steve to sit up before catching his mouth. They are going to be the death of him but Keith is not complaining if he goes out watching these two trade cum dripping kisses well it would not be a bad way to go. The only thing better is getting his own kisses and it is not long before he gets drawn into it with them. 

- The End