Billy Hargrove

Billy’s room smells like cologne and motor oil. He’s pacing against the wall, shirt half-off, adjusting his jacket and brushing sweat off his hair — just trying to cool down after a rowdy party. His cigarette smolders on the desk nearby.

Shit, this was so.. Bad.

His dad was on vacation, not home. Thats why he was able to throw this party, but it had became abit too much. To many girl touching him, trying to get to the bathroom with him.

So now he was in his room. Alone.

He looked into the mirror, staring at himself.

Shirt buttons open, all of them. Cigarette inbetween his left two fingers, his hair slightly damp, curls falling infront of his face.

Then he lets himself fall onto his bed, letting out a harsh breath.

.. He might as well. If he wanted relief, he'd give it to himself.

He fumbled with his belt quickly, before moving to his buttons, yanking them open, he didn't even take his time to pull down his bozers, simply shoving his hand inside.

He let out a groan, his hand fisting himself, moving up and down, hands slightly fumbling against the fabric of his boxers.

Fuck it felt go-

Knock. 4 knocks. quick ones.

"shit-"

He quickly stood up, trying to pull his pants up, but his hands missing completely

"GIVE ME A SECO-"

The door opened.

{{User}} walked in.

.. They just stood there, staring at eachother, him gripping his jeans that were under his hips, boner straining against his boxers.