Warnings: Umm, just first time sex (yes, the whole way) and drug usage.

Also the picture, which hopefully you can see, is the reference for their outfits and hair, though I might have made up the colours. I know it's not entirely date accurate (the pic if I could take a guess is around 1974) but just go with it.❤️

<>

1971: 1325 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts

Waiting for his boyfriend's answer was not something Joe was thoroughly enjoying.

Usually, with anything serious he shared, he earned a 'hehehe' laugh, a kiss and a silly remark in that exact order, but this time, he was getting absolutely nothing.

It was just a blank face as if he had spoken in a foreign language, and a prolonged trail of marijuana from the joint that was being held between full lips in front of him.

Their official relationship was fairly new, not even a year old, but they had been secretly dating from essentially the first time they met as late teens. But when they were forced to live together with the rest of their upcoming band, the not-so-subtle fucking around very quickly gave both of them the boyfriend label.

Such sinful acts included getting caught giving a blowjob in the bedroom, Steven's hand down his pants whilst he was pushed against the fridge and not stopping when someone walked in, and being teased to the edge whilst having dinner with very important people in the music industry.

Joe held a particular grudge about that final one and was mortified when he squeaked, finished in his underwear and felt the damp splatter in the crotch area of suit trousers. Steven accidentally spilling water on his lap to 'save' his sorrows just pissed him off, and he didn't speak with him for the following week.

Of course being in their early twenties, getting stoned on everything left right and centre, and constantly horny, meant Joe didn't stay away from his boyfriend who 'loved him' and 'just wouldn't want to see him embarrassed' for too long.

Steven, with a deep frown of hesitation, finally took the joint he was smoking out of his mouth and balanced it between his fingers.

"I'm sorry...What?"

If Joe didn't already feel awkward standing in front of his casually sitting boyfriend splayed on the sofa, fiddling with the tassels on one sleeve of his leather jacket in the horrific silence of blinking eyes and tugging frowns, then knowing he was going to have to repeat his confession perhaps topped the worst moments in his life.

He swallowed nervously, looked down at his feet and then pulled at the thin fabric scarf even though it was only wrapped loosely around his neck.

His body was just getting too worked up thinking he had overstepped a boundary.

"I want...to go the whole way with you," Joe rephrased quietly, scratching at his nose to muffle his voice.

He couldn't even look at Steven with how scared he suddenly felt.

"No no." The couch made a noise like the person occupying was hunching over their knees. "Before that."

With the surprisingly careful tone set, Joe plucked up the courage to look at his boyfriend underneath a hesitant frown.

He was right about the curious hunch over knees.

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, curling his toes in his socks, which could easily involve moving a strand of hair, a long lost pill or a powdery substance.

Their apartment wasn't exactly the cleanest place in the world, and lifting up a cushion could reveal the most random of shit.

"What you said before," Steven reiterated, making a rewind gesture with his finger.

Joe hesitated, trying not to be distracted by the plunging neckline of the sheer black long sleeve with ribbons tied in bows at the elbows, but found it was very difficult not to look at the bare chest and the shiny necklace that was his birthday gift this year.

"I want...your cock in me?" Joe tried again, but just saying it so bluntly and with no confidence, made him flush in embarrassment

"No, no I got that bit." Steven waved him off casually, joint still balanced between his fingers. He then looked at him seriously with big, brown eyes that were set so perfectly between the points of youthful cheekbones. "Before that."

Joe was forced to work backwards to try and remember what he said.

"I-uh...I'd like to try something a bit...slower?"

"Nope. Before that."

A similar reaction again. A quick response again. Joe was probably opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, and now he had to really think about his entire confession that had started with-

"Oh, uh, I think Tom kissed Joey?"

Steven sort of rolled his head. "Wayyy before that."

The response was a deep frown.

"The fuck?" Joe protested, shrugging his shoulders together because he was just that innocent. "But I didn't say anything else!"

The moments that followed his slightly raised voice, quickly made him fade back to being a small skinny guy again, standing awkwardly, and feeling extremely inferior.

He was working up a swallow in his throat, tongue drying out with natural saliva, and watching Steven just sit back, puff against the worn-out cushions that were starting to smell of semen, smoke and sweat, and then having the audacity to smirk at him all smugly, just confused him even more.

"Halle-fucking-lujah!" Steven exclaimed, taking a drag. His legs were spread open on purpose and to not steal a glance down at his crotch was impossible. "I'm just messin' with ya pretty boy. I heard what you said."

"I'm-" Joe stopped his complaining whine. He hated having to watch his boyfriend look so sexy smoking anything with extremely skilled fingers and manicured nails. Wear the most ridiculous outfit and make it work to the point he was weak at the knees and begging for his touch.

"Do you not...want to?" Joe asked timidly, filled with regrets from the lack of a direct answer.

This was not how it was supposed to play out.

"Want to?" Steven scoffed, stubbing out the ratty end in a very full ashtray. "Joe, I've been waiting for this day since I first made you jizz your pants back at The Anchorage on your fucking lunch break."

Stunned, feeling a sudden twitch in his crotch, and another round of embarrassment because it had taken him a few years to finally give his permission to try out gay sex, Joe unfortunately found himself unable to look away from the amused eyes looking back at him.

"You remember that?"

"Baby..." Steven started, shaking his head slowly. He picked at a bit of fluff that could have been dust along the top of the couch. His arms had officially spread the width. "That was the first time I felt your dick, even if it was through two layers. You don't forget something like that."

Joe's left hand somehow ended up resting over his hip bone, but when he saw his boyfriend looking down and then raising his eyebrows, he curled his fingers away from the path to his cock that was taking words very seriously, and clutched a fist by his side.

"Oh, uh right, yeah. That was...nice."

Despite his awful stammering sentences with far too many pauses, he did get to see Steven biting the corner of his lip and shifting his hips up like he too was getting a small side effect remembering the early days of their rushed and public hand jobs.

"C'mere, Joe," Steven requested silkily. "It's gettin' kinda lonely sitting here."

Ordinarily, there would be no hesitation, but the nerves from not quite getting the official confirmation made Joe yelp out in surprise.

"Now?"

"Well, is there any other reason you blurted out you wanted me to bend you over-" Steven checked his watch and went back to his blunt tone, "At almost four in the afternoon?"

He was staring at the plunging neckline again and then down to the tight, flared jeans. Then it was back up to the mouth that sucked his cock like it was a religion, and the messy brown hair with curly bangs that he loved to tug on.

He was not doing himself any favours.

"I just wanted you to know," Joe admitted, fiddling his finger nail on the zip of his jacket.

This was exactly why he liked a guitar in his hands at all times, because at least he had something to do, rather than imagining explicit situations.

"You're so cute, you know that?" Steven gave him a little smile, which could melt the coldest of hearts, and then gently patted his lap. "C'mon, we might as well give it a go. We got the place to ourselves, which is a rarity."

It was true. Tom and Joey were out in town and Brad was...Well, Brad would probably show up at midnight with take-out and having bought something really strange.

His latest addition was a life size pink flamingo that currently stood proudly in the living room and when everyone was tripping their balls on acid, the plastic eyes bulged, the feathers flapped out and the whole animal came alive.

However, feeling a rush of appreciative warmth from the considerate request, Joe found himself moving his heavy legs that were going numb from standing in a puddle of nerves for too long, and straddled his boyfriend's lap.

He held onto slim shoulders and the hands that pushed underneath his jacket to feel down his ribs instantly made him feel reassured.

"I love you," Steven mumbled into his chest. He placed a kiss there and then gently took off the intruding scarf. "And I can't wait to make you feel good."

Hearing those three words always reminded Joe of the first time they were shared on a rainy day up in The Barn at Lake Sunapee. It was Steven who confessed first, shyly for his standards, but Joe had said them right back because he had been toying with his feelings for far too long.

From then on, they didn't say it often, because they showed each other love in many other ways, but when they did, they really meant it.

"I love you too," Joe smiled all crooked and bent his head down to kiss the lips that had temptingly appeared from his chest.

He was encouraged further into the lap he sat on so his kneecaps were pushed firmly into the back cushions, and was very aware of the well positioned cock he could grind against.

"And slow?" Steven broke the kiss, holding the wave of hair that had fallen between their faces and pushing it out of the way. "I'd love to go slow. Take my time appreciating this...sexy body."

Squirming with the hips that rose up into his crotch, Joe grasped onto the tough ridge of the sofa either side of Steven's head. Another repeat of the movement had him resting his mouth so it was squashed open against the corner of his boyfriend's cheeky smile.

Most definitely the one to get the start of a lump in his pants first, Joe just buried his nose into the neck which received a face full of a few days worth of unwashed brown hair, still slightly scrunchy from hairspray, and hugged the slim shoulders tight.

He was squeezing his eyes closed when a hand gravitated high up on his thigh and became even more fidgety when a thumb slowly rubbed the area around his straining fly.

"Don't be shy, baby," Steven crooned, changing the pressure. "I love feeling you get hard."

But Joe remained in the safety of his hiding spot, trying not to focus on the kisses to his shoulder, the hand stroking his back and then the switch to a single index finger pushing underneath his clothes to trace the bumps and dips of his bare spine.

The attention to his squashed and constrained cock did not let up either, especially when he felt the response growing beneath him. And rutting forward out of reflex, had him fizzling out a noise in his throat.

"See? You're gettin' me all worked up with that pretty ass of yours moving on my cock."

If Steven's confident voice made his knees clamp together, then the hands that were placed on his rear and giving a firm squeeze to the cheeks, made his dick strain harder with another rush of heat and blood.

"Mm'oh my darlin'. You don't know how badly I've wanted this."

Joe lifted his head then, arms still hugging over shoulders, and lazily pushed his nose into the face he loved. He fluttered his eyes to force them open, but when he was being held so intimately, sharing the same marijuana tinted air, and getting increasingly hot and bothered, his desire was becoming a desperation to move to the comfort of their bedroom and finally be rid of clothes.

"Please can we-" He tried clinging onto a kiss to steer his intentions, but had to let go of the plush lip that naturally encompassed his own to breathe properly. "Please can-"

"Yeah, I got you," Steven finished with a hint of his own despair as he sat up.

Joe clambered off his lap without hesitation, not exactly appreciating the lack of friction because when he looked down there was a strained lump poking to the left, but he was soon being pulled into a pelvis, knees clashing when he was being walked backwards, and there was a lot more than just an innocent kiss tackling his lips.

Their bedroom was a mess with clothes pretty much everywhere, both dirty and clean, and the bed was never ever made, but it was entirely functional for them.

Steven was peeling off the cream jacket over his shoulders and then Joe was whacking each one of his arms in turn to get the skin tight material off.

It eventually hit the floor...somewhere.

Still kissing, which was something Joe could never get bored of because the man he had the pleasure of doing it with was blessed with the softest, fullest lips known to mankind, they stumbled towards the bed until Joe was sat down and Steven was straddling him.

The only time the lips that now trailed a practised path down his neck and back up to the underside of his jaw that he tilted automatically were slightly chapped and peeling, was during a cold Boston winter, or when he had gone too far on drugs for a few days and hadn't drank enough water.

Joe didn't really care though. He just loved being pushed and pulled and having a pointed tongue flick around his mouth or a row of teeth sinking into his skin to provide a spice of pain in the mix.

Lost in the foreplay, Joe let Steven shuffle back on his thighs in order to undo his jeans and attempt to pull down the zip over his protruding semi that was very much ready for attention.

He had opened his lust-coated eyes for the first time properly since he was on the couch, and like every time he was in a sexual situation, he was completely putty for his boyfriend's use.

He leaned back on his hands to help out, chest rising deeper than normal in order to take advantage of his break to breathe, and he lifted his hips up when there was a tug to get his jeans off.

Unfortunately, Steven then took it upon himself to stand up and strip for himself, crossing his wrists to lift his sheer black long sleeve with the plunging neckline over his head, and swooped it to the floor.

It stretched the skin over his ribs for a brief moment, a reminder that he was just as skinny as he was, which made it funny when they tried to cuddle because it was all elbows poking in the wrong places and no fat cushions to get comfy on.

Joe was a bit disappointed he didn't get to do the honours, especially when he had to watch the careful shimmy out of jeans to keep underwear on hips, but watching the strip show was just as satisfying.

"You're beautiful, Joe," Steven said aloud, which made Joe blink rapidly and jolt his head because he must have been...staring. "I don't say it enough, but you really are."

He was still in a thin striped long sleeve and boxer briefs and Steven was just in the latter. It was a sight which he saw pretty much everyday, boner or not making a healthy outline, and it still took his breath away.

"So are you," Joe sent back, knowing the tips of his ears were growing hot as he marvelled at the talented singer's body that stood before him.

Skin and bones. Just like him.

With that, Steven kneeled in between his spread knees, took his face in his hands and kissed him slowly.

It was different than the rush to get to the bed. A taste to remember. A feeling to savour.

Joe's top was bunched up, the welcoming shivers fizzling down his spine when rings on knuckles brushed over his sensitive tummy, and he parted away from the loving kiss so it could be looped over his head.

Steven then smoothed back his hair when it flattened across his face from the action, breaking into a smile when his thumbs smoothed over jet black and neatly shaped eyebrows and continued down the edges of his face.

It wasn't like Joe was self conscious about how he looked, but being the only thing that mattered in the twinkling brown eyes in front of him in moments like these was sometimes still a lot to accept and take in.

He really was loved, and now they were about to try something new to deepen their bond.

"I'm gonna prep you but I'm going to talk you through it, so just try and relax," Steven explained, lacing enough serious notes as he brought up the safety.

Joe could only nod and watch a bottle be grabbed from Steven's nightstand that was full of everything and anything sex and drug related.

His heart was beating fast in his chest, he felt exposed with bubbling nerves that kept his eyes wide and alert, but his cock was doing a lot of the thinking for him and seeing his boyfriend's bulge when he turned back around, made him very impatient for the necessary preparation.

Steven rubbed the plainly branded bottle in the palms of his hands as he returned, even stuck it under his armpit for about ten seconds, and then repeated the first action again.

He glanced up with an apologetic frown.

"It might still be a little cold, so I'm sorry about that."

Joe caught the concentrating eyes and then slipped a thumb under the elastic of his underwear. "I-so, should I take these off now?"

He instantly regretted the stupid question when he saw the flicker of mischief after the lid for the lube was unscrewed.

"I think it would help, don't you?"

Joe hung his head to the shameful sight of his horny lap, and went quiet.

In his silence, he heard Steven sigh to himself and chuck the bottle somewhere on the bed.

"You're doing so great, my love," he praised, settling in between his knees again. "I need you to know that."

Joe placed a hand across his chest to grip his opposite shoulder and slouched his posture. He was already turning his head to the right to distract himself with the same flopped corner of the very gay poster above their headboard.

Fitting really that it never wanted to stay straight.

"I just...don't want it to hurt," Joe admitted, voicing the reasons for his returning nerves even if his body was reacting in the opposite way.

Steven shuffled as close as he could get on his knees so he could slink his touch up ribs.

"It will for the first bit, but then I promise it will get better. And if you don't like it, we'll stop. Simple as that."

Even with the gentle rubbing thumbs on his sides, Joe was still scrunching up his face in protest and refusing to look at the precious and considerate expression strewn across a face that was hovering just inches from where he wanted him.

"But I...I don't want to disappoint you."

Steven's touch switched very rapidly to guide the hidden side of his jaw to return forwards.

"Joe," he said sternly, holding his face up. "You could never disappoint me. So don't you dare say things like that because you are everything to me."

It helped. Of course it eased his worries. It was Steven telling him he loved him indirectly, and the assurance of the lips that spread over his own in a gentle kiss, was the final piece he needed to open his eyes.

In that moment, Joe could just focus on the secure hands cupping his face and fingers toying with the clumped waves of his hair, and how much he adored the face that was resting close to his own.

He just didn't have the strength to appreciate it in his own hands because Steven was somehow rubbing his clothed cock, slow and hard, to spark a bit of life back there.

It didn't take long for the groans to tickle his throat which was met with a warm, open mouth down the centre, and for the confident strain of fabric to kick in.

"And your body is the sexiest thing in the world, which is why I can't wait to make love to it- to you, properly."

Listening deeply to the words that were spoken against his skin, Joe clutched onto the moving wrist in order to think about his consent. He didn't need to as such, but it was mainly so he could make himself last longer and not want to chase the rhythm that was being set by Steven's hand.

"I still want to," Joe said, somewhat breathlessly, as he fluttered his eyes from the stain on the ceiling down to the head of hair that was pulling away.

"Yeah? You sure?"

He nodded, working with the strong trust they shared. "I'm sure."

With a happy smile, Steven took off Joe's underwear, complemented his hard-on that reacted to his touch immediately, and then just as much to the kiss on the underside and the strong lick of a tongue from the base to the top.

Joe was guided up to the pillows, made comfortable on all fours with a palm smoothing down his lower back and then he was twisting his neck back to watch the lube being rubbed onto a finger.

"I'm gonna ease you up, ok?" Steven explained, kindly removing the neighbouring rings and tossing them onto the nightstand. One of them missed, but he didn't seem to care. "Just my pinkie to start with."

Joe nodded awkwardly and kneaded his knuckles into the pillows. He was already breathing more in anticipation, and he had to curl his lip between his teeth when the weight settled where the soles of his feet turned towards each other, and try not to jump when a hand touched his butt cheek.

"Oh, and it might still be cold," Steven reminded him, gently exposing one side of his puckered hole with a thumb pushing the rounded flesh away.

He started applying lube from the bottle.

Not really knowing how to react to the cold, watery liquid that was being generously rubbed all around the area, Joe just sunk his teeth into his lip and subconsciously tensed his rear.

"You're doing so great, Joe," Steven praised, circling his pinkie finger one final time. "You have such a pretty ass."

He knew what was coming and surprisingly the slick finger that pushed into his prepped hole wasn't as bad as he thought. It was gently thrusted to ease up how tight he was, curled experimentally in different directions, and it was beginning to feel quite nice.

His untouched erection certainly thought so.

"Stee-nyuh." Joe hung his head between his tight shoulders, hair falling past his face. He caught his breath, "Steven, I love you. I really, really lo-ove you."

"I love you too." Steven replied steadily, caressing his free hand over the entire expanse of his left ass cheek. "Do you think you're ready?"

His initial thought was yes, but then he remembered a dick was a lot bigger than a pinkie finger. Especially Steven's.

"Joe, baby?"

The finger pulled out and a hard lump was pushed against his backside. Then, his boyfriend's presence loomed over him and a pair of hands with some sticky-ish fingers padded down his chest, of which one became a wrapped pressure around his cock.

The kiss that was then placed to his spine, the hair fanning all over his back, and the slow jerk downwards, had him letting out a stiff moan because it just felt so...real.

"I-I...yes." Joe composed himself, swallowing down hard and trying not to push his hips back into the heat that squashed against him. "Just go s'slow."

Joe pictured the smile when he felt another few kisses on his bare back, and went temporarily numb when all pressure was removed from his body. The throbbing ache soon appeared and had his hips squirming and bucking down, and his hands jumping on the pillow to readjust his weight.

The whimpers he was holding back when he knew there were no more clothes in the mix, showed just how much he wanted this.

"Look at my hand!" Steven shoved his palm under his face and wiggled his fingers, "I think we'll have to change our sheets afterwards."

"Don't laugh," Joe pleaded, looking away from the glistening hand that was partnered with cheeky snickers. "Just put your cock in me...p-please."

"Hey, I'm just excited."

A suggestive pause.

"But if you insist..."

After a splattering of lube that was smeared onto his balls for the hell of it, Steven was spreading his cheeks apart and testing his slicked tip at a well prepared entrance.

"Stevie, please," Joe whined, nudging his own nose into his arm. "Don't tease me. I-I can't-"

There was a shock of burning pain as his body was forced to adjust to a thick cock. It was slow, and there was plenty of lube to reduce friction, but the feeling was all very new for him, despite the fact he knew he was in safe hands.

"You're doin' so good for me, Joe," Steven groaned, pushing in an inch more, and then relieving that short distance to work his way further in again. "So, so good."

Joe let out a choked gasp when the stretching cock brushed against something inside him that helped the pain slowly reduce.

"That's called your prostate. Feels nice, yeah?"

It did. It really did. Along with the large hands that stabilised and pulled his hips back with each gentle adjustment.

"I-yuh. Can you-"

"Like this?"

"Mmphhh, fuuuck!"

He might not be taking the whole dick because Steven's pelvis had not yet touched his ass, but with a decent majority inside him, the slow movement was doing wonders for his building pleasure.

He just hoped Steven was having as good a time as he was, but his wondering was apparently confirmed when he heard a stuttering noise above him.

"I'm so proud of you, my love," was the audible praise, with hands slipping over to the front of his hip bones like they were on a dangerous mission. "Letting me love you like this. Fuck, I love you."

The next thrust that bounced off his prostate, Joe's elbows almost shook and gave out. That, and seeing the foot that came to rest flat on the bed on his right so Steven was kneeling on one knee only and could hit a deeper angle, was making his own cock desperate for a touch that he was unable to give himself.

He couldn't even speak words. It was just twisted moans that he wasn't even embarrassed about and a hushed, soothing response when he tried rutting back to meet the thrusts going in.

Joe didn't want it any faster and Steven understood that, like he understood the need for a hand to fondle with his balls that were slick with lube and take advantage of that silky smooth layer that coated Steven's hand and finally start pumping his cock.

"You wanna cum with me?" Steven asked, low and close to his back. He may have stilled inside, but he was still working his hand at a tantalisingly slow pace so his thumb rubbed constant circles over the sensitive slit.

"Yes," Joe panted, kneading his knuckles into pillows again. Every time his palms were flat, his fingers curled and his knuckles had red and white patterns imprinted into his skin.

Just when he was about to whine out his pleas to reach an end, Steven finally started thrusting again, at a slightly different angle than before, but it enabled kisses between his shoulder blades, a tongue trailing down his bony back, and a faster hand wrapped around his dick.

Joe had never felt so full of love as he did right now.

He lifted his head up, arching his back and fluttered his eyes to warp his vision when his prostate was deliciously hit again.

"Aaahh you're so- mm'I'm-"

"Easy tiger," Steven interrupted through a grunt, deliberately slowing down his hand when he realised the change in breathing beneath him. "Just wait...a little...bit...longer."

Joe was shaking to hold back, pulsing tight in his cock that was ready to spill with the gliding hand that appeared from a quick squeeze to his balls again.

"Now you can, baby," Steven purred, opting for an incredibly deep thrust. "Yeah, cum on my hand for me."

He didn't need to be told twice. The pleasure he received from penetration and a hand job sent him over the edge as easily as the sexy voice that told him to.

"Holy shh-"

They were Steven's last words before he was bursting his load inside, and Joe was choking on his own happy noises as he painted his cum on his own stomach, and felt it dribble down the hand that was encouraging every last drop.

Sweaty, hot and heavy, Joe collapsed on his front. His face was squashed into a flat pillow and hands shunted above his head, but he didn't care.

He just needed to lie down.

He felt Steven pull out, earning a wince from him, but the chaste kiss to the back of his hair and the 'I won't be a minute' and 'I love you' made him smile lazily and close his eyes to reflect on the first time anal sex with his boyfriend.

The bed sheets had a fresh semen patch, drying areas of lube all over the place, but they would all come out in the wash, and frankly Joe was only interested in Steven returning, gently rolling him onto his back, and cleaning him up with a damp cloth.

A skinny guy, with a single tattoo on his left bicep, a wide vocal range with the ability to scream, and someone who took his sweet time bending over to press a kiss everywhere he guided the cloth.

Joe just smiled and reached a hand out to play with a shorter strand of hair where the layers had been cut at the crown of his head whilst worshipping everything that was done to him.

Eventually, the caring boyfriend flopped down beside him, but not before he grabbed a baggie of coke from his nightstand, and shook it with glee.

Joe just rolled his eyes because he knew how this went, and reluctantly let the powder be separated into lines on his happy trail.

It was one of Steven's favourite ways to snort his tokens and even though the concept might have been cute, Joe was very ticklish with the delicate fingertips ghosting their touch and the light pressure of powder settling on his navel.

He puffed out his cheeks and started to silently laugh with the intricate attention.

"Stay still," Steven instructed, placing a hand on his chest. It didn't work and a tongue clicked in annoyance, "Now look, now you got coke in your pubes and I'm not snorting it out of there."

Joe looked down his flat chest, bottom lip protruding with the smile he tried to taper inwards and saw the few specs within the black hairs.

"They're shorter than yours," Joe pointed out, aware of the stray curls that were mixed in with the trimmed patch, even though he couldn't currently see them.

"Fuck off, they grow in awkward places." To prove his point, Steven sat up and lifted up his ball sack, "I mean why the fuck are they growing down here?"

Joe pushed his elbow away so he didn't have to be blinded by genitals.

"You just gotta get better at shaving them," he said tiredly, resting his head back on the pillow.

"Well, you do it for me then," Steven huffed, settling back down on his side.

Grimacing, Joe stole a glance back down his chest. "Ew. No."

"So that's 'disgusting' for you, and yet you're happy to have my cock up rammed up your ass."

Ignoring the sassy attitude, Joe chuckled in defeat and gestured to the white powder that was slowly going to waste on his lower stomach.

"Can you just get on with it?"

Grumbling, Steven snorted up the two and a half mismatched lines, rubbed his nostrils with another harsh sniff and then chucked the bag over.

"Your turn," he said, lying flat on his back.

Joe scrunched it in his fingers as he propped himself up, and then did the same thing, except he made his lines on Steven's chest which did not have hair on it, and there was no chance of him wriggling because he also wasn't ticklish there.

Refuelled, they tangled their legs together in between the covers that were pulled up to hide the majority of their lower halves, and cuddled.

Joe had his head tucked underneath an armpit, and that same looped arm over his shoulder had long fingers tracing up the veins of his arm. His other hand was placed on top of Steven's that chose to rest over his heart and he was smoothing his thumb over all the bumps, smooth sections and ridges of tiny bones.

"Will you marry me one day?" Steven asked, out of the blue.

"What? Being gay in the seventies?" Joe replied, completely unaffected by the question. "Don't think society would approve."

"Fuck that. I fucking love you."

The pure honesty in that sentence whilst imagining the frown above him, made Joe smile and press a kiss out the corner of his mouth to the closest bit of skin he could reach.

"I love you too, Stevie."

They fell into a silence then, but buzzed with the drugs that had entered their systems.

"If I asked you now, would you say yes?"

Joe just stretched another lethargic smile, flopped his right arm over the bare chest and hiked up his right leg to cuddle. He closed his eyes, even though he knew he wouldn't be sleeping. He just wanted to be at peace for a while.

"Ask me again when you're not high."

"I'm always high," Steven mumbled, playing with his hair. "And so are you."

Joe remained quiet.

"You're right," he sighed, relaxing into the headboard. "It's too soon."

Just when their conversation petered out again, the tape and blu-tack gave out above like it so often did, and a shimmering sound fell on top of their heads.

"Fucking gay shitty fucking poster!" Steven snapped, snatching it up, and throwing it with obscene force to the floor. But, like laminated paper did, it slipped from his fingers, wobbled in the air, and gracefully landed on the bed.

Fuming, Steven stuck up his middle finger at it. "Fuck you and your bent edges! Always ruining the moment!"

Yep.

This was definitely the man Joe wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Married or not.

<>