Meeks

His fingers were clumsy, distracted as he slowly peeled the label off of his beer bottle. Anything to keep his hands busy, anything to keep his-

“Meeks, you want another beer, man?”

It was like Randy snapped back into focus, realized the TV in front of him, realized the boy sitting next to him. The boy on his other side, too. Of course, neither of them were close enough to touch; this was guy’s night, a night away from their girlfriends and the mundanities of work or school. Randy had noticed some new horror titles at the video store and Stu suggested they watch them at his place (his parents are never home anyways, and he lives in a fucking mansion, so it was kind of perfect.)

Randy just shook his head at first, then changed his mind and nodded. “Yeah, what the hell, right?” He granted, and a grin bloomed on Stu’s face at the response, so wide that dimples dug into the rosy skin. It seemed to be the correct response, even though the coffee table was littered with empty bottles already and they were only halfway into the second movie he’d brought.

“You heard him, Bill, go grab us a couple more.” Stu said, delighted, voice bright and bubbly like he was telling a joke that Randy didn’t quite understand. Billy just let out an annoyed huff of air as he stood from the couch, shooting a look at Stu that might’ve meant something and might’ve meant nothing at all. Randy was honestly expecting a protest; it was rare that Billy did what Stu told him to, as it was usually the other way around, but Billy had no complaints as he disappeared around the corner on his way to the kitchen.

When Randy focused his attention back on the movie, he caught Stu looking at him in his peripheral vision. Randy glanced back at him, if only to see what he wanted. He was met with an odd expression from the taller boy, and surely Randy was already drunk, because he would think Stu was looking at his mouth if he didn’t know any better.

Randy must’ve been staring, trying to decipher the look Stu was giving him (calculating, maybe? thoughtful? maybe he was just zoned out, waiting for Billy to get back), because Stu’s mouth split into another one of his lazy grins, gums showing a little in his delight. “Glad you could make it tonight, man.” Stu said, his tone not teasing or playful like Randy would’ve expected it to be. Still, Randy couldn’t find it in himself to take Stu seriously. Nobody ever took Stu seriously, except for the people he fucked, and that was only sometimes.

Randy gave an unsure, lopsided smile, almost hesitant like he was nervous this was a trap. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for letting me drink all your beer.” He returned, deciding to play it safe and take the joking approach like he always did with Stu, even though the look Stu was giving him was nothing but usual.

Stu looked like he was about to reply when Billy’s voice cut in through the kitchen. “Fuckin’ fridge is empty, Macher.” He called. Stu rolled his eyes with what might’ve been affection before calling back to him, saying “Check the garage!”. The sound of a door opening and closing followed the noise of a grumbled mutter, and Stu and Randy were alone now.

“I can’t believe he just got up and did that.” Randy spoke out loud. If he was sober, he might’ve been nervous. But he wasn’t, and his lips were loose, and was Stu inching closer or was he seeing things?

“I told him to be on his best behavior,” Grinned Stu in response, and leaned closer to the cushion that Randy was lounging against. “It’s a special night tonight, y’know.” He added with conviction, like he wanted to let Randy in on some big secret.

Randy perched a brow, sitting up a little straighter as Stu inched closer. He wasn’t seeing things; Stu was advancing on him. “Special, how?” Randy asked, feeling something new. All night there had been tension, but it was because Randy had been sitting between Leatherface and his lap dog, and he wasn’t exactly a fan of Billy Loomis. But now, the cat was away, and the mouse was eyeing Randy like he was an expensive piece of Brie.

“Well, man, it’s guy’s night.” Stu said as if it were obvious, as if this was normal, as if he usually looked at Randy the way he was looking at him now. “You’re a guest of honor.” Stu added with a charming smile. Randy didn’t usually hang out with Stu and Billy alone; something about Billy just put him off, like Billy was something to worry about, and he swears it’s not only because he’s dating Sidney Prescott. Stu had actually convinced him to do this. He’d used his big blue eyes, imitating a perfect golden retriever begging pretty under the dining room table while its family eats their supper. Randy couldn’t say no to Stu when he did that, plus, what’s the worst that could happen? Watch a few movies, drink a few beers, maybe he’d get to crash on the sofa after Billy left if he was lucky.

Randy had nearly forgotten about the movie now. It was something gross and gory, and the only reason Randy remembered it was on is because he heard a girl scream. He glanced over at the screen, almost wincing at the obscene amounts of fake blood (and was that supposed to be an intestine? gross) before he returned his attention to Stu. Stu’s eyes were lingering on the screen, and he seemed almost transfixed for a moment before he looked at Randy again. Randy swore he saw something like a light in Stu’s eyes.

“You ever wonder what it’s like to film one of these?” Randy asked, just to break the tension that had settled over them like a cloud of smoke. Stu’s expression settled into something smug, like he knew something Randy didn’t. Randy was feeling a little left out, since this wasn’t the first time secret looks had been shown tonight.

“Well, yeah.” Stu said, sitting up straighter. “I bet the blood drenches you, right? All the way down to your skin, stains it pink a little. Depends on what they use, y’know.” He began. “Corn syrup would leave you stickier than real blood, I bet. But that liquid shit they sell at the halloween store probably stains you real nice, makes you pink for days.” He theorized, and his expression was almost contemplative.

“Obviously,” Randy replied. He was a little offended. He already figured all of that stuff. “I meant more, like.. Emotionally.” He explained. “Like, I wonder if the actors ever get carried away. If their adrenaline ever starts kicking during a chase scene or something.” He elaborated. Stu’s eyebrows raised at the correction. “Oh.” Stu said.

Stu began shrugging his robe off of his shoulders, leaving him in a short sleeve shirt. “I mean, it’s gotta, right? At least in one of the first takes. The ones they use in the movie, no one’s scared in those, probably. But the first time they run it? I bet it’s crazy. Kind of like a sex scene, if you think about it.” Stu said, and he didn’t seem like he was really kidding. Randy’s face flushed a little, just because he didn't expect it, and also because Stu Macher was talking to him about sex. Well, fake sex for television, but still.

“What?” Randy choked out intelligently.

Stu’s expression twisted into something delighted at Randy’s blush. “I mean, think about it. You’re having to get pretty much naked, right? Then you have to hump on some stranger you’ve been paired with because it’s your job. Must be pretty freaky at first, y’know? Like, imagine if we had to get totally naked and rut against each other and then have it broadcast to millions of people.” He offered, which didn’t help Randy at all. He looked away from Stu, trying to will himself angry, trying to chase that thought out of his head. Because he was imagining it. His stupid cock twitched with interest at the mental image of it, and he nervously began picking at the label of his empty beer bottle again. “Dude, gross.” Randy complained.

Stu liked fucking with Randy, though, and Randy knew it. “What?” Stu asked, a cheshire grin on his lips. “You think I’d be an ugly naked person?” Stu teased. Randy grimaced in what he hoped looked like anger, shifting and pulling his knees up as indiscreetly as possible. “No, I just don’t want to imagine having to- What the fuck?” Randy hissed. He was getting a little angry at Stu’s obvious toying with him. “I’m not a fag.” Randy narrowed his eyes at Stu.

Stu barely looked phased. “You don’t gotta be to appreciate some nice abs, Randy.” He said, and his voice was so smooth, and his expression was so sure of himself and fuck Randy was drunk and fuck this was turning him on in some fucked up kind of way, knowing Stu was playing with him. It was turning him on and pissing him off consecutively. “You don’t have any fuckin’ abs, man.” Randy scoffed.

Stu perched a brow. “Yeah, you wanna bet, kid?” He said, and moved to start pulling his shirt up. “Dude, you don’t gotta-” Randy was saying, sitting up quickly, and Stu was holding his shirt up high enough to reveal his torso. Randy be damned, he had abs. Kind of. He was toned, his skin was tan, and both were undoubtedly results of the surfing Stu likes to do in the summer. Randy let himself look for a few seconds, his mind racing on how to act casual, before scoffing and looking away. “Yeah, right. Whatever.” He muttered, pulling one of his knees closer to his chest.

Stu noticed. He laughed as he dropped his shirt back down, and this was one of his condescending ones. “Shit, man, no need to get all jelly on me over here.” Stu said, and Randy tried not to let the relief he felt show on his face because he was scared that Stu had seen the semi he was beginning to sport, but he instead thought Randy was jealous.

“Still, though. Wouldn’t want to imagine having to.. Y’know. That’s gross. Where do you come up with that shit?” Randy deflected, and it almost worked on Stu, but Stu was better at this game than Randy was.

“I just think about it, man.” Stu replied, his voice serious now. Randy’s eyebrows creased a little in confusion as he wondered where Stu was going with this. “Aw, c’mon, Rands. You’ve never even thought about bein’ with a dude?” Stu asked, his expression stuck between a fake pout and a sort of leer.

Randy could tell his heart was beating fast now because he could feel it in his throat. He didn’t know how to answer that. Usually, he would deny deny deny, but he was pretty sure Stu just glanced at his mouth again. “Uh..” Randy settled on, his words getting blocked by the thump of his blood.

Stu inched closer again. “I figured you had.” He said, glancing lower than Randy’s lips this time. “Unless watching fucked up movies does something to you and you’re a different kind of freak entirely.” Stu added, and Randy flushed red, tucking his knees against his chest. “Fuck you,” Randy hissed, offended and overwhelmingly embarrassed. Stu didn’t laugh.

He was crawling over towards Randy now, all pretense lost. “Aw, not yet, man. We just got to the fun part.” He murmured.

Randy couldn’t quite comprehend what exactly was going on. He felt a hand on his knee, pushing his leg back down, and Stu was suddenly much closer than he was before. Randy put his hands up quickly, stopping Stu from coming any closer. “Hey, man, what the fuck?” Randy croaked, his voice breathy and thick. His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown. “Billy could come back. He’s- Fuck.” Randy mumbled, but shit, that’d be hot.

Stu just rolled his eyes like it was the least of his concerns. “Billy shoves his cock down my throat every Tuesday night, I don’t think he cares if dudes kiss.” He said, and then his mouth was on Randy’s, and Randy didn’t expect it at all even though he probably should have by now. A pathetic, shocked noise clawed its way up Randy’s throat, mixing with his racing heartbeat and coming out as a moan.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands, and his lips were clumsy against Stu’s. It was wet and sloppy and Randy had never wanted anything this bad in his life, and Stu had his hands on Randy’s hips and was coaxing Randy into his lap and who was he to decline that? So now Randy found himself straddling Stu’s hips while some horror movie played on in the background and Billy got them some more beers for the garage. Randy almost would’ve felt stupid, maybe pathetic, but he sat himself down properly and he could feel that Stu wasn’t just fucking with him. He let himself gasp and Stu shoved his tongue into his mouth.

Randy melted into it, raising one of his hands to cup the side of Stu’s neck and the other to tangle into the hair on the back of Stu’s skull. Stu, meanwhile, had his hands on Randy’s hips, anchoring him down to his own, his grip possessive and tight like he was trying to make sure Randy wasn’t going anywhere. Randy was throbbing now, his pathetic dick twitching uselessly in his pants as he made out with one of his best friends, fucking loving the feeling of Stu’s tongue running over his teeth and lips. Randy gained some footing and sucked, pulling Stu’s tongue into his mouth, pulling a surprised groan from the taller boy.

They were both breathing heavily now, their mouths smacking together wetly, and then Stu shifted backwards just enough so that his clothed erection was pressing against Randy’s, and neither of them could do anything but sigh at the contact. Randy was equal parts intimidated and convinced that this was the best night ever; he had never really considered being with another dude like this, but fuck if Stu wasn’t making it feel great. He rutted against Stu’s own semi again, barely able to help himself, and groaned into Stu’s mouth. Stu tilted his head in response, squeezing Randy’s hips in what may have been approval, grunting as Randy sucked his tongue again.

Randy thought he heard the creaking of a door over the smacking of lips and the rustling of denim, but was distracted again as Stu let out a sound that could only be described as a trembling moan as rutted his own hips against Randy’s, hands grabbing at his ass to pull him closer against himself. Randy let out a surprised sound, caught between a yelp and a whine, and it was muffled against Stu’s tongue anyways so he let himself move with Stu’s directions. He didn’t fail to notice that Stu was only getting harder, and that made him throb again.

“Fuck,” Randy breathed against Stu’s mouth, sounding terrified and exhilarated and so into this that he was trembling. “Yeah,” Stu agreed, his voice rough and excited and similarly gone.

Randy was about to chase Stu’s lips again before Stu ducked his head and he felt a tongue on his neck. A shiver rolled tantalizingly down his spine as Stu sucked his skin, kissing him with wet smacks and Randy was panting now. He had to hold on tight to Stu to keep himself from touching his own dick because seriously, he was so hard that it was starting to hurt, but he’d be damned if his first sexual experience ended quick because he couldn’t keep it in his pants (or keep his hand off of his pants, but whatever).

He arched his back as Stu bit his neck. Randy yelped, but the pain was odd and unlike anything he’d felt before. It wasn’t good, fuck, it was horrible and sharp and coming from his back and fuck, something was stabbing his back. He felt his shirt beginning to dampen and he tried to let out a horrified noise, something that was supposed to sound more alarming than whatever wailing moan came out of his mouth. He barely processed Stu grinning against his neck, lifting his head and kissing Randy’s cheek. “I guess Billy did mind, after all,” Stu murmured sweetly and Randy couldn’t feel anything except for the stabbing pain radiating throughout his body, localized on his back.

He sobbed now, a real terrified one. “Fuck you,” He choked out, struggling to try to get out of Stu’s lap, but the grip he had on him was real and suddenly way more terrifying than it was sexy. He tried to use his arms then, to push against stu or something, but that only pressed the- he assumed knife- deeper into his flesh and he sobbed. He was defenseless and bleeding and he wasn’t even hard anymore.

Between the kissing and this, Stu’s expression had switched from easy confidence to something different, almost crazed, and he wasn’t looking at Randy. No, he was looking over his shoulder and nearly fucking drooling at the sight of Randy’s attacker, driving a Bowie blade into the poor boy’s back over and over again, grunting with the effort. “He’s a little protective,” Stu murmured, as if Randy could focus enough in his struggle to pay attention to the words. “He doesn’t like to share.” Stu was delighted.

Randy was leaking all over Stu now, covering him in warm blood, and tonight had turned out to be a special night after all. Stu’s arms snaked around Randy as soon as he stopped resisting, which meant he was really in for it, and he cradled the poor boy while Billy had his fun, letting himself soak in what Randy was pouring out, pained grunts tumbling out of Randy’s mouth until they weren't.

Billy couldn’t keep going forever, so he dropped his knife, panting, and his arm was going to be sore later but right now his heart was pounding and the world was on fire and he had just murdered Randy Meeks. Stu felt similarly as he cradled the boy’s body, his eyes drinking in the sight of Billy Loomis- or, he knew it was Billy, but he looked otherworldly in that costume of his. Sleek, dark, and predatory; He only wished he could see the blood he knew had soaked into the costume, swallowed and hidden by the black fabric, and Stu needed to wrench it off of Billy as soon as possible and lick the skin underneath clean.

But for now, he stood up on shaking legs, adrenaline or mania or both making him delirious as he heaved the deadweight that used to be Randy up and out of the living room. The guest of honor hung limply in his arms and Billy had to step in to help carry him to the truck outside. Maybe Randy had felt carried away, and he wondered what he had felt like when his adrenaline kicked in. Fleetingly wished he could ask Randy if it was everything he hoped it’d be, but then he and Billy had to focus, had to do this right. They had gotten away with so much; they couldn’t get caught now. Maybe if Randy had followed his own rules a little better… Stu tucked that thought away to tell Billy later after he’d had enough of him to eat, wondering if it’d make Billy laugh like he thought it would.

It did.

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