CW: Exhibitionism, drinking, use of marijuana, dubious consent due to intoxication.
Steve who gets super touchy when drunk, which just leads to him being obscenely horny with anyone who dares approach him. Tommy’s been keeping Steve on a leash for years, making sure he didn’t go too far, usually just feeling up on Tommy and cuddling up to him when parties started to wind down.
Tommy accidentally let the leash loose one evening during a smaller gathering, it’s just Steve, him, Billy and some guys from the team. Munson is only there because he’s got weed and he lets people rent his spare bong with supervision. He never really talks to anyone, just chills on the couch, high as the rest of them. He’s real sweet when he’s doped up, weirdly enough, and he helps Tommy and Steve take a hit because they’re both a little too tipsy to fuck around with lighters.
That was Tommy’s first mistake, getting high when Steve was high and already drunk. High Tommy much preferred snuggling with the local drug dealer to chaperoning Steve.
Billy makes the mistake of being in Steve’s orbit this time, legs spread on the other side of the couch as he smokes a joint. Steve plops himself down on his lap without even a word, stealing it and laying back against the blonds chest like a content cat. Billy would shove him off if he gave a shit. He gives very few shits when he’s high.
Except then Steve starts rubbing up on him, working him up, and Billy’s no better than Steve right now because he sticks his fingers in his mouth and slips his hands down the back of his pants like they aren’t in a room full of people.
Tommy wasn’t sure how long he zoned out for, Munson playing with his hair and giving it the occasional tug as if he was testing the give, but he was sure he hadn’t been so distracted that he missed the pair going from Steve using Billy like a cushion to Steve writhing as he fucks himself on his cock, his pretty rosy-tipped dick on display for everyone to see as he grinds and squirms with Billy buried deep in his ass.
Tommy was a failed chaperone apparently, and easily distracted, because when Munson tugged on the short tuffs of his hair idly and murmured in his ear, “they make a pretty pair, huh?” he just nodded.
Let himself be pulled in a little closer, Munson’s inner thighs pressed against his outer, and laid back against his chest. Didn’t protest the hand dipping down into his pants or the hard on digging into his lower back as he watched Billy’s hands grip Steve’s hips and move him like he was fucking a fake pussy.
Tommy didn’t have to keep anyone else’s hands off Steve. Billy’s death glare was enough. Tommy was happy to leave the chaperoning to someone else for the night, sinking back against Munson and letting the dealer’s hands roam his freckled skin.
He could make his threats to the team tomorrow with Billy, in case they had the idea of sharing the nights events around.