#harringroveera

"Robin, is it gay to get a dick pick from your arch nemesis?"

Of all the things Robin thought would come out of Dingus' mouth today, this was not one of them. It was a Tuesday, school night, so it had been busier during the rush between school close and dinner time, but now it had calmed down. The occasional pensioner and couple gracing their presence but otherwise the store was pretty empty save them. Hence them taking their usual pondering spot whilst taking a break from sorting out new stock. The remainders of which was stacked neatly on the counter in alphabetical order. Something which Robin had done painstakingly to help them later whilst Steve had updated a bunch of membership records. Keith wouldn't have seen the beauty of it, seeing it as a waste of time, but Robin knew better. And every time Keith had thought it up, she'd shown him. Yet he still thought his way was better.

Not that that mattered when Dingus here had just dropped that bombshell on her lap.Time to pass it back.

"No, it's only gay if you get off on it."

She'd have not said that to anyone else but Steve who she knew would now take it in the spirit it was intended in. Months ago though? She'd have shot some snarky remark back at it, still mad at having to work with a priveleged guy who was only slinging ice cream because he was mad daddy had cut his allowance. Little knowing the real reason for his appearance at Scoops until later on.

"Okay, then I have something to tell you."

For the second time in a matter of minutes, Steve had said something which felt like bombshell volleyball was now undergoing and she wasn't wearing the correct outfit of it. Baffled, she turned to him. Where on earth was he going with this? Wait….was this what he meant by helping non babes alike? Had it been a code which she, Robin, master of code breaking, decoder of Russians, hadn't seen, let alone cracked? Steve knew about her after all. The bathroom hadn't ever been the choice of place she'd have envision for such an event. But the timing had not also been much in her favour and it had been both a gentle way to let Steve down and a platform for her to say what she'd been meaning to say to him all long. When they'd been talking about girls.When she'd finally realised she'd gotten him all wrong and he wasn't that guy anymore. He was a friend and she'd wanted to tell him this. She'd wanted to show him herself as much as he was showing her himself.

"What did you do now, Steve?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could stop it. Not sounding as gentle as she'd have wanted, given what the answer could be, but Steve was used to her directness. So as much as she felt a pang of guilt, the worry about how she'd come across wasn't there anymore. The look Steve gave her proved that she didn't have to worry about that. Oh no, she had something else to worry about.

She knew who Steve's arch nemesis was. They all did and she had a feeling that she was not going to like the next words that fell out of Steve's mouth.

And oh was she right about that one…

Two weeks ago

Receiving mail wasn't something that Steve got often these days. Gone with the days of love letters in his locker and the occasional badly written death threat which was usually either some usurper or Tommy H playing a prank. The second ones more being able drowning him in beer than girls then anything at all serious. The former being empty threats which were easily dealt with. Now, usually, the only things poking themselves through his door was bills for his parents, the occasional small package of craft stuff for his mom and the occasional letter for him. Reminders of car insurance and that sorta stuff making their presence known. Rarely had he received a hand written note or envelope, the handwriting both strangely familiar and not through the door. But that day had broken with tradition and baffled, Steve had stared at the envelopes for a few moments, opening the door to see if the deliverer was still about and then slowly closing it to the empty drive. Probably just the mail man anyway. What the hell was this?

He'd made his way up to his room, two steps at a time as he ripped open the envelope and padded into his room. Instead of pulling out a note, it was a polaroid and as soon as he pulled it out, he stopped in place. Just like his heart did before it started to hammer through his chest and he paced quickly over his head.

It had taken him a moment to notice what it actually was in the picture. The angle not making it 100% obvious at the start and the size making it mind boggling to boot.But once he got it, man had he got it and slumping down on his bed, back rigid as he sat 90 degrees upright, as if his whole body was standing to attention, as well as that now straining for attention inside his pants. The bulge as obvious as a full moon in a clear night sky as he turned the polaroid over. Stupidly hoping that the sender would have left some kind of mark. Nope. But apparently it was taken this morning. Which meant whoever had sent this indeed must have hand delivered it. Otherwise it wouldn't have gotten to him so fast. Must have been Tommy H then. Man, that kinda kill his boner. Kinda. But it soon grew again when his mind whisper something to him he wished it hadn't. Didn't Tommy H's have that little mark on the side? This one did and there was another dick he was familiar with in a way he really shouldn't be. And no, not because he'd had it himself, but because he'd sneaked so many glances at it back at school. When the motor mouth hadn't been running and he'd been cleaning himself rather than shooting off.

Hargrove…..

Would he do something like this? Maybe. The guy did like swinging his dick around after all. Probably had slept with half the town by now. He certainly, like Steve hadn't been in the past, short of suitors. And it had felt like every day, he'd seen the blond with someone new. Showing them off, making them laugh. Going over to his stupid muscle car and driving off into the sun set with them. Sister in the back who looked less and less impressed the higher the number got.

The dickhead had gotten right under his skin with all of this and worst of all, had gotten into his head too. And it was on his other head that he himself concentrated on now. Dropping his jeans and pulling himself out of his pants. Too desperate all of a sudden to even be bothered to get him off. The polaroid sat in his left hand whilst the right got to work. Steve leaning back and cursing his rival under heated breath as he rubbed circles on his tip. Staring feverishly at the massive shining cock which had slotted itself through his door. Fucking asshole. Yeah….yeah this would be something he'd do. Look at my big cock. Look at it and weep whilst you think of all the girls I've fucked with it. Ha ha Steve. Mine is bigger, mine is better. Fuck you Hargrove. You don't know that and besides. Even if you are bigger and wider and smoother looking and whatever, it's all about technique. A guy with half the size, hell even a quarter could still pleasure a girl immensely if he knew how to use it. Heh. Would that be hilarious? If Hargrove was all talk and no stick action? Didn't know how to use what he'd been blessed with.Foolish thing. Of course he did. He was probably as good with his balls as he was on the court. Fucker.

And this would not be the only time this would happen. Oh no. Every two god darn days. LIke clockwork. And somehow the darn guy got them delivered without him even freaking seeing. One time he thought he'd caught him but it turned out to just be the mailman. Having to deliver these dirty deeds and being absolutely none the wiser. Like he'd never know that Steve would perform the ritual of seeing the writing and getting hard before he even hit his bed, whacked himself off and left himself feeling all cross eyed. Revving himself up and finding himself even wanking off to some of the tracks he'd heard Hargrove blasting out his car like the Public Nuisance No 1 that he was. Metallica, the Scorpions, Ratt. Fuck this guy and his stupid hair and stupid car and stupid music. A thought that had occurred to him so damn often since he'd had the nerve to show up here and even more so since he'd been sending these pictures.It had been two weeks. And two days ago, he'd decided to do something about it.....

"Please tell me you didn't..."

"Well I...."

"Steve..."

She knew he had by the look that now dawned on his face. The way he bit his lip and looked to the side as she studied each and every bit of his face. The way his brows slightly furrowed, laced with a bead of sweat that was hastily becoming a line. The way his nose scrunched a little in the way the girls apparently found sexy and adorable. The way he chewed on his lip she'd seen so many girls staring at in that way she'd looked at girls' lips too. More hidden of course, not all of them made it as discrete as she did.

"I mean....he doesn't know for sure it's me. It's not like I'd just walk up to his door or anything."

It's not like he'd tried to deliver the package and Max had opened the door or anything. It's not like he'd walked away praying Max's curiosity didn't get the better of her and she didn't look into the reason he was sending her brother a "letter". His heart had been racing all the way home when he'd driven off. But he'd needn't have wondered. She didn't know; she'd come into the video store and all he'd gotten was a look of curiosity and suspicion from her, not a look of mortification or disgust.And just today, he'd received another photograph.

A polaroid which had shown the dick at full mast and those perfect hips he'd dreamt of riding one. And the first time ever a note had been written on the back.In the same hand his address had always been written neatly on with."Game on, pretty boy" the note said, ending with a wink which had sent Steve's blood pressure rocketing skyhigh and leading to one of the best orgasms he'd had in a long while.