David Johnson kept his eyes on Michael Smith, on his smooth brown skin, on his white teeth as he smiled at something his girl said. But then their eyes finally met. Ocean Blue met chocolate brown, and David couldn't bring himself to look away. Michael was watching David, despite his girl's head laying on his shoulder. David took a long pull from his joint, throwing his head back slightly as he let the smoke escape his parted lips. Michael's eyes traveled down the expanse of David's throat, and the blond couldn't help but smirk. He knew then that he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And maybe more. ~*~ (WARNINGS: this story is based in the 80s. It will contain implied suicide, consensual underage sex, physical abuse, child abuse, body shaming, implied racism, homophobia, transphobia.)