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Will didn’t know what to expect when Robin and Steve approached him one afternoon, both sporting mischievous smiles and outfits that made him blush.
Robin wasn’t wearing anything too different from her usual style, but it was definitely more revealing than Will was used to. She wore a shredded denim jacket and faded gray shorts that showed off her legs. The most unusual item was a bright red crop top with some kind of mesh covering her stomach and arms where the sleeves of the jacket were too threadbare to cover.
Steve, however? Will was trying his best to not stare too long.
Steve wore shorts that were shorter than Robin’s and somehow were just as tight. Will was worried that his butt would be visible if he bent down too quickly—but again, he wasn't looking there. He wore the same mesh pattern on his legs, which disappeared into a vivid red pair of combat boots with black hearts stamped randomly around the leather. He had a plain grey hoodie on, too, which thankfully gave Will a safe zone to look at whenever he spoke.
“You want to take me to a movie? Wearing that?” he asked, unsure if he had heard Robin correctly the first time.
She beamed.
“Yeah! It’ll be fun, we even have an outfit for you to change into,” she suggested. She must have seen the look of horror on Will's face, though, since she took a breath and continued with, “unless you wanna wear something from your own closet.”
Will looked between the two with wide eyes.
“What movie could this possibly be the dress code for?”
“The Rocky Horror Picture Show, little Byers,” Steve said, draping his arm over Will’s shoulders. “One of the weirdest movies to date, but one of my favorites in the collection at Family Video.”
“What is it even about?”
Steve dropped his arm and shared a look with Robin that Will wasn’t sure how to decipher.
“It’s kind of like a remake of Frankenstein—” Robin started, before Steve cut her off.
“But goth, and there's aliens.”
“So is it Frankenstein or Alien? Those are two very different movies. Hell, they're two completely different types of horror.”
“Little Byers, it will make more sense if you just come with us.”
“Or it won’t, but you’ll love it anyways.”
“Yeah, we’ve seen it at least a dozen times now and I still don’t fully understand it. Columbia is hot, though.”
“Really? I think Magenta is hotter.”
Will tuned them out as they kept arguing over who was hotter. He wasn't excited about going out to a weird gothic alien movie that even Robin didn't fully understand after watching it a dozen times. His excitement waned even further as Steve brought up something called “Riff Raff” and a name that Will didn’t even get to hear before Robin yelled “SLUT!” in Steve’s face.
Steve seemed to realize after a moment that Will wasn’t listening anymore. He turned his attention back to him, holding onto his shoulders again. Will felt his cheeks heat up at the close proximity; Steve was never this touchy with him.
“We already asked your mom if we could take you out tonight. She said that she didn’t understand the movie much when it came out, but agreed to let you go if you wanted to. She almost had a cow when we told her it started at midnight, but I reminded her that you’re 19 years old and allowed to have fun.”
Will felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“You did not say that to my mom,” Will said. She was overbearing, much more than Dustin or Mike’s moms, but she still let him go out when he wanted to.
“He didn’t, but she agreed anyway,” Robin replied.
Will frowned as he thought it over. He did like horror movies; they weren’t nearly as terrifying as they had been when he was a kid in Mike's basement. Plus, maybe if he started going out with Steve and Robin, he’d start figuring out how to do things on his own, too.
“Fine.”
Steve’s fists raised in the air, but Will held up his hand before he could start yelling.
“On one condition. I don’t have to wear whatever outfit you two brought for me. Your outfits are… revealing. I’m not wearing something like that. No way.”
Robin smiled gently.
“Absolutely, Will. There’s no requirements.”
Will nodded at that and stood up.
Will barely spoke in the hour it took to get to the theater. Along the way, Robin explained that she tried to get their local theater to play the film, but was turned down almost immediately. She then ranted for ten minutes about how unfair it was, that Rocky deserved a chance, and that maybe it would help remove sticks from people's asses around town.
Steve kept snorting throughout her lecture. Will only became more confused about what he'd agreed to.
By the time Steve had parked, Will noticed that the lot itself was nearly empty. There were barely a dozen cars in the giant lot, as opposed to the nearly hundred cars parked when Will would ride with the Party to watch the latest releases that their local theater never ran.
The only other person Will could see walking to the door was wearing either a bra or a bikini top with some high waisted rainbow shorts. Her hair was bright pink, matching her top, and she was carrying a plastic bag full of what looked like newspapers.
“Did you bring the props?” Robin asked, nudging Steve’s shoulder ahead of Will.
Steve groaned, then shook his head. “I was more worried about getting him on board; I completely forgot about them.”
Will had no idea what kind of movie required props. He was about to open his mouth to say something, maybe to ask Steve if he could get dropped off back home, when Steve reached down and pulled the hoodie over his head.
Will’s mouth dried instantly.
He'd expected Steve to keep the hoodie on, or maybe have a t-shirt on underneath it.
Instead, Will was met with Steve's gorgeously tanned back, his muscles flexing as he raised and lowered his arms. He had a few freckles and moles on his shoulders, but Will's eyes were stuck on the black lines spanning Steve's side.
“You have a tattoo?” he asked, voice pitching higher than he intended. He cleared his throat, willing himself to act normal about something, for once. “It's um– It's cool.”
Steve snorted, turning towards Will and lifting his arm to show off the ink better.
“It was a bet with Robin. She didn't think I could sit through it.”
Will didn't catch Robin's response. Instead, his attention quickly locked on Steve's chest.
So much for acting normal.
“You–” he squeaked, pointing at Steve's nipples. Silver coils poked through them, shining despite the darkness around them. “When did you do that?”
Steve looked entirely too amused for Will's liking.
“I'm glad you enjoy my bad decisions,” he started, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Robin is at fault for most of them.”
‘Enjoy’ is a bit of a strong word, Will thought, but he didn't trust his voice to not give away just how… attractive he thought they were. Steve's tattoo wasn't anything in particular, they looked like random lines spilling out of a hole in his side. The piercings looked simple, too, but the idea that Steve had them and displayed them so confidently despite still acting like the Golden Boy of the town?
Will was going to lose his mind by the end of the night.
Robin pulled him out of his stupor by grabbing his hand and dragging him alongside her.
“Stop gawking, we don't want to miss the games!” she said as she skipped towards the entrance.
“There's games, too?”
“Obviously!”
Will let Robin drag him through the doors and into the lobby. Steve trailed closely behind, though within seconds he found someone he recognized and got dragged into a conversation.
The lobby was fuller than Will had expected. A variety of people stood around, waiting for popcorn or drinks. They were all in various states of undress; someone wore a full leather outfit studded with silver spikes, another person was in a tiny golden bikini with a sheer shawl wrapped around their shoulders. Everyone wore gaudy shades of black, red, pink, and gold. Everyone seemed to know each other.
Will felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb in his khaki shorts and pale yellow t-shirt.
Will stuck close to Robin as she weaved through the crowd. She paid for his ticket—which Will felt was unnecessary but appreciated anyways—and brought him to the snack stand.
“Two boxes of popcorn, three cokes, and… Will, what would you like?”
Will bit his lip, staring at the Reese's pieces. He looked up at the concession attendant, who seemed much kinder than Will was expecting. She had a lip piercing, and various faded colors of dye in her hair.
“Is this your first time coming to this?” she asked, a small smile on her bright red lips.
Will nodded. If she could tell, so could everyone else. No one else seemed as nervous as he did. Was he the only newbie?
“You’re going to have a great time. It's a little intense the first few times, but you'll be yelling and singing along sooner than you think,” she explained, leaning forward on the countertop. Her elbow landed in something wet that made Will wince, but she didn't seem to care. “If it ever gets to be too much, though, you can always come hang out with me.”
Will nodded, then looked down at the candy again.
“Is it cool if I get some Reese's pieces?”
Robin nodded and paid for their snacks, adding on some sour strips for Steve and Twizzlers for herself.
As the attendant, Rosie, as her name tag indicated, handed them their snacks, Steve yelled to them.
“Hey, Will! There's another Virgin here, you're not the only one!”
Will's heart stopped. His face turned beet red as he faced the direction of Steve's voice. Will tried to ignore the amused faces of other patrons nearby, but even Rosie seemed a little embarrassed for his sake.
Apparently it wasn't bad enough that Will didn't dress like everyone else here, with their cool spikes and glitter and bare skin. Now, because of Steve, they all knew he was an inexperienced loser.
Will looked at the floor, unwilling to meet the eyes of the people absolutely judging him now.
Robin seemed to pick up on his discomfort, meeting Steve a few steps away and swatting his shoulder.
“He doesn't know what that means here, dingus. Are you trying to kill him before the show even starts?”
Steve's face dropped, but then he smiled, trying to play it off.
“Oh, right,” he replied sheepishly. “That just means you haven't seen the movie before, Little Byers. It's not that you've never had sex—although I guess I don't know if you have or not. Not that I would know, or really even care–”
“Shut. Up. Now,” Robin hissed. She swatted Steve's shoulder again, then grimaced a bit as her attention turned back to Will. “Even though he's an idiot, he's not wrong. There's probably a couple of other people here who've never seen Rocky before.”
Will just nodded, holding onto his package of Reese's Pieces a little too tight.
A new person walked up to their group, and Will's breath caught when he looked up to the boy's face. He was tall, slightly taller than Steve. His cheekbones jutted sharply from his cheeks, and his hair curled in black rings past his shoulders.
If Will didn't know better, he'd think he was looking at Mike Wheeler with about four years of maturing.
He also seemed to be the most normally clothed person in the room aside from Will. He wore a black t-shirt with a pair of red lips on the front and simple black jeans.
The boy smiled kindly and waved a little at Will.
“Hey! It's nice to meet you, I'm Patrick. I heard that you're a Virgin?” he questioned, though Will wasn't sure how anybody could've missed that information with Steve's announcement. Despite Robin's explanation, his heart sank at the thought of Patrick—this beautiful Mike Wheeler Lookalike—knowing that he was new here. “You don't have to if you don't want to, but there's a tradition where Virgins are branded. Is it okay if I…”
Patrick reached his hand out towards Will's chin. He hesitated when Will glanced towards Robin and Steve. They both seemed a little star struck, which confused Will, but quickly nodded their heads.
Will turned back to Patrick and nodded. He hoped the blush on his cheeks wasn't too noticeable as Patrick's fingers held his chin in place, his other hand coming up with a tube of cherry red lipstick. He stuck his tongue out a little as he drew on Will's forehead with the lipstick, another point on Will's ‘Looks Like Mike' tally, then stepped back and smirked.
“Perfect! Be sure to come down later when I ask for Virgins. You won't regret it, I promise.”
Patrick winked at Will before turning and disappearing through a set of doors that Will knew led to the theater.
Will slowly turned to Robin and Steve, eyes wide.
“Why did neither of you tell me that there's someone here who looks like Mike?”
Steve nudged Robin, who squeaked a bit and snapped out of her trance.
“That was going to be a surprise when the show started. He doesn't usually make rounds before the doors open,” was her excuse.
“Why is he going to ask for Virgins? Is he the host?” Will took a few steps towards Robin and Steve, reaching towards his forehead gently. “What did he draw on me?”
“It's a ‘V,’” Steve explained, looking Will up and down as if he was calculating something. “It stands for Virgin. Do you think you could get his number for me?”
Robin smacked Steve, yet again. “You do not get to use my child to be a slut.”
They bickered for about 20 seconds before Will cut them off.
“Steve, are you… You want his number?”
Steve quieted, sobering a touch.
“Oh, yeah. Most people here are, well– they're queer, too. It’s why I wanted to bring you,” he said, moving his eyes around the room. “You deserve to know that there’s more people like us out there.”
Will’s eyes misted a bit. He had known that Robin was… was interested in girls; she had Vickie. Steve, though? Will had no idea he liked boys, too. And as he looked around the room, he noticed people of all genders holding hands, and there were two boys kissing in a corner. How he hadn’t noticed them before, he had no idea, but Will was enamoured by the atmosphere he was slowly picking up on.
Despite the varying levels of nudity, everyone seemed comfortable. Everyone was… happy.
Will took a deep breath and forced himself to relax.
Suddenly, the doors to the theater flew open. Will could almost hear a fanfare as the crowd moved towards the theater with their hands full of random items and snacks. People crowded into the audience, and Will, Steve, and Robin followed.
The three of them found seats close enough to the front of the theater that Steve and Robin were satisfied, but not so close that Will felt uncomfortable.
About ten people stood underneath the screen, dressed in various—and quite weird—outfits. One of whom, Will noted, was Patrick. Gone were his simple clothes. Instead, Patrick wore an extremely revealing corset laced over his torso. The red and black piece didn't even cover his chest, and was too small for him to even close it fully, revealing pale skin trailing down to a criminally tiny pair of black panties. Will’s eyes kept going down, taking in Patrick’s long legs covered in the same mesh fabric that Robin and Steve wore, all the way down to his feet, in gorgeous red heels that reflected the dim lighting in the theater.
Will’s mouth dried up as he took in Patrick’s outfit.
“I think we broke him,” Steve said, nudging Robin over Will’s shoulders. He heard her giggle in response, but couldn’t find it within himself to care.
Will’s gut heated up as Patrick noticed him in the crowd and waved, pointing him out to another person standing near the screen.
After a few minutes, Patrick clapped his hands and was handed a microphone. It immediately squealed with feedback, causing the entire audience to grimace and cover their ears, but Patrick’s previously polite smile turned impish.
“Ladies and gentle-fucks, I welcome you to tonight’s showing of the one, the only…”
“ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW!” the audience screamed along with him. A few people started twirling noisemakers like the ones Mike’s mom would buy for the Party for New Year’s Eve, and Will flinched as something cold sprayed him from behind.
One of the girls from the group near the screen stepped forward and took the microphone from Patrick. She was dressed modestly—which seemed out of place to Will—with curly blonde hair and a pink dress. She talked through a few rules of the theater, such as no genuine nudity, only filling up squirt guns at the concession stand, and no throwing props at the actors, only “Back, and to the left!”
Once the rules were laid out, she handed the microphone back to Patrick and his impish smile.
“I spy, with my gay little eye, a couple of baby-faced Virgins in our audience tonight.”
The crowd cheered in response. Will’s heart beat faster as Patrick pointed a finger directly at him, then turned it to another few members of the audience.
Patrick turned his hand over and curled his finger, beckoning for the pointed out Virgins to approach the stage.
“Come here, babies. Let me take care of you.”
Steve pushed Will gently, nodding in encouragement.
Will stood up, climbing over a few people who patted him on the back. He made it to the aisle at the same time as a girl who looked a few years older than him, with another boy trailing behind the two of them. They cautiously walked to the front of the theater, meeting up with one other girl by the time they reached the screen.
Will looked out to the audience, trying to find Steve and Robin. They both waved enthusiastically, clearly ecstatic to see Will do whatever it is he was about to do.
Suddenly, Patrick stood a few inches to Will’s left, leaning forward and down a touch. He was tall in the lobby, but now wearing the heels, he towered over Will.
“What, pray tell, is your name, young man?” he asked, moving the microphone in front of Will’s mouth.
Will opened his mouth to answer, but Patrick started to lower the microphone. Will’s eyebrows furrowed and he bent down slightly to speak into it, but Patrick only lowered it further. Will made eye contact with him, confused, until he realized that Patrick was now holding the microphone out from his crotch.
Will’s face flushed. He looked out to the audience again, who were laughing and cheering, but no one seemed uncomfortable. He looked back up to Patrick’s eyes, which seemed kinder than the persona he was putting on for the audience. He nodded slightly, encouraging Will to bend down to the microphone.
He did.
Will bent over at the waist, hearing a few hoots and whistles from the audience, and spoke into the microphone inches from the panties Patrick wore. From this close, Will thought they looked soft, definitely not cotton.
“I’m Will. It’s nice to meet you,” he said.
He heard a few more whistles, as well as a girl in the front row saying “Oh, he’s adorable!”
Patrick raised the microphone again, then turned to the other Virgins and asked their names as well. One of the girls wasn’t comfortable bending towards Patrick’s crotch, so instead he held the microphone above her, and made her say her name into it with her throat exposed to the audience.
“Now that we know who you are, let’s see what you can do!” Patrick said into the microphone with a giggle. “Now, we all know that safety is important. But, do we know if our four Virgins know how to stay protected?”
The audience jeered in response to Patrick’s question. Will watched as Patrick strutted to the rest of the group standing by the screen and took four cucumbers, two in each hand, from someone sitting in a wheelchair. He returned and handed one to each of the Virgins, giving Will his cucumber last.
He then reached into his corset and pulled out a strip of foil packages.
Will wasn’t sure if his face would ever return to a normal shade.
Patrick swung the condoms in front of their faces, laughing gleefully into the microphone.
“Now, whoever can get a condom on their cucumber with their mouth the fastest, and most completed, wins this little game. The slowest, or most inadequate, Virgin must return to their seat in shame.”
Patrick took a moment to pass out the condoms to each player, and Will noted with a little laugh that his was strawberry flavored. Mike would always complain when handed a piece of strawberry candy or gum, claiming it was his least favorite, but Will noticed the strawberry chapstick he carried in his pocket. He'd always thought Mike's lips would taste like strawberries.
Will opened his condom alongside the other three Virgins, and with a blow from a whistle, started trying to apply it to his cucumber with his mouth.
Will grimaced at the overly sweet flavoring of his condom, but managed to get it on the cucumber with minimal errors. One of the girls must have done something similar before, as her blue condom fit around the cucumber in about five seconds, while the other boy had clearly never had—or thought of putting—something in his mouth this way before. He gagged on the cucumber, barely getting his yellow condom onto it past three inches. The audience booed him off the makeshift stage, though with the whistles and cheering accompanying the insults it didn’t seem hurtful at all.
Patrick shooed him back to his seat, then went on to congratulate the remaining three.
“Next, we are going to play ‘Whose Ass Is It, Anyways?’. With your consent, we are going to blindfold each of you and have you guess whose ass is in front of you by feel alone. You can opt out, but unfortunately, that will lead to disqualification, and heartbreak of the person who you refused to feel up.”
Will laughed a little bit. With the amount of skin everyone was showing, he wasn’t surprised that he was now being tasked with touching someone.
The girl who didn’t want to bend down to Patrick’s microphone seemed a little uncomfortable, but volunteered to go first anyways. Will watched as she was blindfolded with a feather boa, then guided over to center stage. The girl from earlier, wearing the pink dress, bent over and lifted her skirt, revealing lacy red panties. The Virgin reached out and gently touched her butt, then guessed that she was touching the actress with a giant red wig. The audience shouted her incorrectness, and she was given a second chance. This time she guessed correctly, saying the blonde girl. When the audience cheered, she removed the boa and returned to the side with Will and the other girl.
The second girl went next, and she touched the fully clothed butt of a boy wearing glasses with a combover that looked like Mike’s the day of their graduation. She took three guesses instead of the first girl’s two, which led to Will’s turn.
He closed his eyes as the feathers tickled his nose and cheeks, feeling unsteady as someone’s hands led him to the middle of the stage.
“Whenever you’re ready, Will.”
Will reached out and touched someone’s thighs. He raised his hands, their butt higher in the air than he had been expecting.
He didn’t even need to, though. The fabric on this person’s thighs was the same mesh that he’d seen on Steve’s legs, Robin’s stomach, and underneath Patrick’s (now confirmed) satin panties.
“You’re Patrick,” he said, confidently.
The audience cheered as Will removed his feathered blindfold.
“Close, sweetheart. You can call me Doctor Frank-N-Furter, but I’ll give you a pass this time.”
Will’s face flushed—yet again—as he nodded and made his way back to the other two Virgins.
The girl who needed three guesses went back to her seat with the appropriate jeers from the crowd. Only Will and one girl were left standing alongside Patrick and the rest of the group, who Will assumed were dressed as characters from the movie.
“For our final Virgin game, the two of you will be losing your virginities together,” Patrick said, standing between them. “You will each have 30 seconds to fake an orgasm. Whoever has the most realistic one will be crowned. Your prize? Watching an amazing movie with all of these beautiful Sluts!”
The crowd cheered at the title, but Will and the girl made eye contact. She seemed about as nervous as he felt, which ironically made him feel a little more confident. He could do this; he knew he could. He didn’t know any of these people other than Steve and Robin, but they seemed to be cheering louder than anyone else in the audience.
“Who would like to cum first, tonight?”
Will took a quick breath, then raised his hand.
“Shocking, the man cums first. Alright, Will, let’s hear it!”
Patrick handed Will the microphone, nodding encouragingly.
Will held it tight in his hands, trying to hide his shaking.
He started quietly, making some of the noises he tried to suppress at night when he pressed into his mattress. He closed his eyes and imagined being in the dark of his room, hearing the noise of his fan instead of the cheering from nearly fifty people in the room. He worked himself up, imagining dark brown eyes and soft curls, hands thinner but larger than the ones that had handed him the microphone.
He felt his mouth water as he thought of Mike being here to see him like this.
A louder moan emerged, and he forced himself to lose some of the shame—some of the fear—of being a sexual being.
“Ahh, fuck, right there. Don’t stop… Oh, Mi–” Will whined loudly, surprising himself a little bit as a sharp trilling sounded a few feet away.
He opened his eyes to people whistling and clapping for him, and more than a few guys in the audience adjusting their pants.
This was the first time Will had ever seen others be turned on by something he did. Sure, he'd experienced getting hard and everything that came after. He'd had thoughts and fantasies. Seeing others think he was attractive, though?
That was a rush Will hadn't expected.
With a face hotter than any other time Will had been in front of the audience, he handed the microphone back to Patrick, who was clapping slowly. He smiled, breaking the pompous persona he’d put on since the audience doors opened, nodding his approval of Will’s performance.
Will felt his heart stutter yet again. When he wasn't playing up the mischief, Patrick really did look like Mike.
“That was impressive. Are you sure you don’t need to run to the bathroom to clean up?” The audience laughed, and Will ducked his head. “Alright, Casey, it’s your turn now. Feel free to use all the practice you’ve had in bed for this one.”
Patrick handed the microphone to Will’s opponent, but patted a hand on Will’s shoulder as she started moaning.
“I hope you come to more of these, you’ve been a blast,” he whispered to Will, leaning down slightly so he didn’t disturb the rather impressive performance in front of them.
Will only nodded, feeling oddly proud of himself.
When Casey finished, well, finishing, Patrick asked the audience to vote on who won the fake orgasm contest. To Will’s surprise, the audience swayed wildly in his favor, cheering and whistling far louder for him than they did for Casey.
Will shook her hand before they both returned to their seats.
Robin immediately crushed him in a hug, gloating to the people sitting around them that Will was her friend, that “I brought him here!” Even Steve was impressed, though he seemed more jealous that Will got to grope Patrick’s ass than anything.
After a few more minutes, and one reminder that open flames were not permitted in the theater, the movie started.