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It Happened One November - Final Part

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Spring finally comes to Hawkins in fits and starts, sunny and 75 one day and flurries the next but eventually it comes.

Billy doesn't get to participate in the playoffs that year since he's still in his cast. The Tigers make it a decent way through the playoffs but it's frustrating sitting on the bench when he knows he could do better than most of these assholes.

Jason Carver really shines in the playoffs, especially for a Sophomore, working his way up to the number two spot behind Steve. He's too preachy and too much of a spotlight hog for Billy's taste but he claps along dutifully with everyone else when he gets announced as captain next year.

Eventually the cast comes off, just in time for the whole upside down squad to descend on Hopper's cottage over spring break to help build an extension so everyone has a bedroom.

Honestly it's mostly the teens and Hopper who build it while Mrs. Byers runs herd on the children. For example, right now they are all arguing over what to call their weird little collection of mismatched people.

“We should be called the UPS!” Exclaims Dustin, waiving a hammer around, occasionally hitting a nail.

“No way!”

“That's stupid!”

“What does that even mean?”

“It's the Upsidedown Prevention Squad!” Dustin declares proudly in the face of his scoffing friends.

“Hate to break it to you kid, but UPS is the United Parcel Service.” Says Hopper as he walks by with a beam over his shoulder.

“Exactly!” Grins Dustin, pointing at him, “It's incognito, no one will suspect a thing!”

Eleven, at least, is very helpful with putting up the frame and the roof, holding them up with her power while they climb around on it to secure it.

It takes the whole week. They work from sun up to sun down and then head in to continue their DnD game from New Year's.

It's actually a lot of fun. Kind of like playing make believe as a kid but with a few more rules and stakes to give it some structure. His favourite part is when he gets to flirt with characters, usually the ‘NPCs’ that Will introduces throughout the game. He likes to say the most outlandish and over the top pick up lines that would never work in real life and then stack all his experience points in charisma, persuasion and dexterity to make sure they work anyway. Max and Dustin despair, it's great.

Steve obviously can't see past the fact that all the imaginary side characters are played and voiced by Will and is therefore overly nice to them all and tries to adopt them. This has mixed success, the werewolf/hyena things (“They're called knolls!”) still attacked him but they now have a contingent of little lizard things called kobalts that follows them around asking for snacks and attacking bystanders until Steve puts them in time out and they stop.

The combat is surprisingly fun and Billy may get a little too into it, jumping up and demonstrating with his own chair now he bludgeoned a goblin to death after he sneak attacks Max. Steve is visibly stressed through the fight scenes and spends every turn running around healing everyone as soon as they lose a single hit point.

At the end of the week they put on the final coat of paint, install the door (with a lock) and move in his furniture. It wasn't much, police officers, even the Chief, don't make that much. He's got a double bed in one corner, donated by the Harringtons (with or without their knowledge, Billy didn't ask). The sheets are from the Henderson house and covered in a floral pattern and cat hair. There's also a standing wardrobe that Mrs. Byers found on the side of the road, a bench for his weights that Max smuggled out of the house and a little desk that Lucas brought from his parents basement. Even the Wheelers contributed a couple lamps that were running on an extension cord from the living room outlet since Hop figured it was best not to fuck around with the wiring.

It is… objectively ugly. Nothing matches, the posters and photos on the walls are crooked and the floor slants and is covered in orange shag.

And he loves it. Loves that it was made by all their friends (“We’re the UPS!” “Shut up Dustin.”) and filled with things given to him by people who care about him.

“This is awesome!” Max yells, running past to start jumping on the bed, with her shoes on because she was raised in a fucking barn. Dick.

He grabs her, throws her over his shoulder and marches her out to the couch to toss her on then stalks back to the door. “Stay out of my room!” He yells and slams the door, flicking the lock and savours the sounds of her banging on the door to be let in.

Oh yeah, he could get used to this.

They end the break with a big BBQ at the Harringtons’ place since Hop's cabin really isn't big enough for everyone.

It's a beautiful day, Mrs. Byers and Hopper are manning the grill, Steve is chasing the kids around the pool with sunscreen, and Billy is laid back in a lounger next to Jonathan and Nancy.

Billy leans back and closes his eyes behind his shades, enjoying the voices and music swelling around him, a soft smile on his lips. If you had told the Billy of a year ago that he would not only be living in Hawkins Indiana, but also enjoying it, surrounded by friends and free of his dad, he would have laughed in your face.

He's brought out of his revery by Steve bullying his way onto the end of his lounger, never mind there are three more right next to it.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Asks his boyfriend after he's made himself comfortable, the dick.

Billy flicks him on the forehead but still answers honestly. “Thinking I'm real grateful that old man Thompson saw Max and Sinclair on their way to the junkyard that night. I get the feeling that things could have gone very differently if he hadn't told me.”

“Huh, yeah, that's weird to think about.” Agreed Steve, giving him a funny look, “I'm glad he did too then, I really like how things are turning out.”

“Me too, pretty boy, me too.” He offered up his fist and Steve pressed his in against it, not letting up.

“Dude, we really need to find a code for me to tell you I love you when we're out because I definitely love you a lot right now.” Teases Steve, leaning in to whisper.

Billy thinks it over “how about…” he switches their hands around to hold his, reaching his other arm around to slap him on the back in a dude bro hug. He's close enough now to whisper in his ear, “I love you too, Steve.”

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It Happened One November - Part 25

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Recovering at the Hopper cabin is pretty foggy for the first couple weeks. Billy's not sure if that's from the drugs, the brain scramble or because El keeps levitating shit around the room, but it's a confusing time.

At first there seems to be a revolving door of munchkins floating through, giving him teddy bears and asking to sign his casts. They know he got kicked out but don't know why, they think his dad is just an asshole and they're not wrong.

He's pretty sure Nancy and Jonathan appear at some point too. They know everything but don't treat him any different. Nancy still tries to make him do his homework but the words swim around on the page and make him throw up so they stop that.

Eventually, the constant headache clears and he can think straight again. He ends up having to ask El what has happened since he got here. She's very patient with her explanation, but he gets the eerie feeling she's not just telling him what people said while they were here but also some of their thoughts. He makes a note not to think anything too R rated around her.

Other than the magic tricks, it's pretty peaceful out here after you get used to it. The Hargrove house was often quiet but it was a tense silence, like the moment before a jump scare in a thriller movie where you knew something was about to happen. The cabin isn't like that, it's a restful silence like the moments before you fall asleep.

El doesn't talk much, and neither does Hopper when he's home but it suits them just fine. Hop doesn't seem to have any kind of consistent work schedule, getting called in at all hours to deal with the uglier side of small town life but he's engaged when he is home. They have been trying to get El up to speed so she can go to high school with the rest of her friends next year so most of the time he spends at home is spent going through homeschooling textbooks with El.

Privately, Billy thinks dumping her in high school is a recipe for disaster and heartbreak but El is set on it.

“I want normal .” She admits one night when he asks her about it. And the longing in her voice makes him feel like he's been ungrateful for the relatively normal life he's led until now.

They both get nightmares a lot. The first time El has a bad one, Billy is woken up by the remote hitting his face and when he sits up, the whole living room is in a tornado of household items.

“El!” Hopper charges out of his room and into Eleven’s, Billy hot on his tail. He pauses in the doorway when he sees Hop shake the little girl awake. She rockets upright like she's on strings and looks around in confusion for a beat, blood dripping down her lip before she figures out where she is. All the floating stuff falls to the floor, a few dishes shattering, as she starts sobbing. Part of Billy tenses, waiting to see what Hopper will do to this kid who trashed his house, but he just pulls her into his arms and lets her cry herself out.

It's too intimate of a scene for him to witness, so Billy shuts the door softly and goes back into the living room. It's a disaster. Well, it's not like he'll be getting back to sleep any time soon so he might as well start cleaning.

He's pulling a couch cushion out of the kitchen sink when Hop and El come out and join him.

“You good, kid?” Billy calls softly.

“Yes.” She answers, lifting her arm and the couch flips itself back over onto its legs. “It was a dream. Dreams can't hurt us… probably.”

“Probably?” He asks, eyes flitting between the two of them.

“Friends don't lie,” Hopper repeats the phrase the kids are always saying, “and with her powers, we can't know for sure that every nightmare is just a dream. That's why we talk about them.”

“Jesus.” What the hell do you even say to that?

“But the memory dreams, those can't hurt me.” Eleven explains to Billy. She sounds like she's repeating something from someone else. “And Papa is gone. He can't hurt me.”

“Are you not-?” He starts, pointing at Hopper.

“Jim is not Papa. Papa is a bad man. Jim is a nice man.” Eleven is gathering up some board games and putting them back on the shelf.

“Can you tell us?” Asks Hop, “Which dream was it?”

“The chair.” She says simply and Hopper honestly looks like he might cry as he goes over to give her a hug.

“What's the chair?” Billy asks but something tells him he doesn't want to know.

“Papa says it's to make me stronger. But it hurt. Like bzzzz.” She makes a sound like a bumble bee.

“Electroshock therapy,” Hopper gets out through grit teeth, “to stimulate the brain.” There's obviously no love lost between Hop and whoever this Papa is. Billy is pretty sure if he ever came face to face with the guy, Hop would put him in the ground. Hell, Billy might be right next to him digging that grave. Every new thing he learns about Eleven's back story seems worse than the last.

“What do you dream about?” She asks Billy, “I hear you sometimes, in here.” She taps her own head. Disturbing.

And Billy could give a flippant response, he could lie and say he doesn't dream at all, but it doesn't feel like that kind of night. “Lots of things. Last night it was about my hair. He used to buzz it down every month or so, said only fairies had long hair. He weren't too gentle about it. It's how I got this,” he leans over to show her the jagged chunk taken out of the top of his right ear. “Was only after Susan moved in that he stopped. I've been growing it out ever since.”

“Papa cut my hair too. It's growing, but it takes a while. Jim says I have to be patient.”

…….

It's weird, living in a house where he doesn't have to hide. During the first week he was coherent, Hop sat him down and explained that he knew exactly what he was. He knew and he still wanted him to stay there, with his daughter, still left him alone with her all the time. Still trusted him. Still treated him like a normal fucking 16 almost 17 year old kid. Billy had cried like a fucking baby during that conversation. It was mortifying.

He cried again the following week when Steve came over and admitted that Hopper had given him the shovel talk. Had bothered to care enough that his fucking boyfriend was nice to him. Jesus Christ, what the hell was he supposed to do with that ?

The safe sex talk that he sat them down for was even sort of nice in a horrifying kind of way.

“Oh my god! Hopper! We know where babies come from!” He yelled, burying his face in a couch cushion.

“If you think anything the two of you do together is going to result in a baby then this talk is long overdue.” And he had been so goddamn earnest about it! “It's not just pregnancy that you have to watch out for, boys! Now most things, a round of antibiotics will clear you right up, but there's that new thing going around and it could literally kill you, ok kid?”

“I saw that on the news.” And Steve, the bastard, is sitting at attention, looking like he wants to take goddamn notes.

“Exactly, so the two of you had better have been using condoms.” And he reaches into a plastic grocery bag and tosses a whole damn box of them at Billy who's face feels like it's on fire. “And I'm taking you both to a clinic in the city to get tested. Just in case.” Billy almost chokes on his own tongue when he's then handed a huge ass bottle of lube.

“Yes, sir!”

“Oh my gooood!”

…….

Billy doesn't really go a whole lot of places since he moved into Hop's cabin. Mostly he's either at home, at school, or at Steve's. But when Hop invites him to come into town with him and El one Sunday, he cautiously accepts.

Hopper had started taking her on short trips into town, showing her how things like stores and restaurants worked and letting her look around. Usually they just went to Melvalds and let her practice buying candy from Mrs. Byers. She still only had a loose understanding of how money worked.

It's while they are at the check out and Mrs. Byers is trying to explain the concept of getting change back that Billy sees him. It's a tall man, dark hair, moustache and a brown jacket. And it's not his dad, he can tell that almost right away. But it could have been. And the thought has him cataloguing exits and stepping closer to El. He's not even sure if he's doing it so he can protect her or the other way around.

Hopper clocks the whole thing of course with those all seeing eyes and lays a comforting hand on the back of his neck. Billy tries not to flinch but is only so successful. Hopper doesn't remove the hand, he's not sure if he's grateful or not.

They wrap it up pretty fast after that at least and pretty soon they are tucked away in their safe little cabin in the woods surrounded by booby traps.

Billy doesn't think much of it until two days later when Hopper lays a plastic bag down on the breakfast table beside his Eggos.

“Got you something.” He says, shoving it at Billy between sips of coffee.

Billy's curiously raised eyebrow turns into both eyebrows doing their best to disappear into his hair. Inside the bag are two very sharp knives, a small butterfly knife and a much larger hunting knife. “What?”

“The little one is for everyday, I want you to keep it in your pocket. The big one is for when shit really hits the fan, I want you to keep it in your car.”

“Is this about Sunday?” He's not sure how he feels about being so… seen.

“I want you to feel safe in my town. But I can't always be there to make sure so…” he leaned forward, shoving the whole bag closer.

Fuck why was this so… sweet? He had to ruin it. “In that case, can I have a gun?”

“No.” Hop leaned away, going back to his coffee.

“What? Why not?” He could think of a thousand reasons but was curious which one Hopper's was.

“Because you're 16.”

“But Nancy has a gun! And she's 16!”

“And she's a lot more responsible than you. Now do you want me to show you how to use these or not?”

Billy's scoffing rebuttal was interrupted by Jane who had at some point floated the butterfly knife over to herself and was playing with the handles. “Can I have a knife, Jim?”

Hop opened his mouth, no doubt to automatically refuse, she was 13! But then seemed to remember which 13 year old he was talking to. “Yeah, ok kid.”

Jim came home that night with a little spring loaded stiletto for El and spent their usual after dinner TV time showing them both different ways to hold them.

The following Saturday, Steve comes by with a car load of rugrats. El had been instructed not to show the kids her knife, ostensibly because it was a secret weapon and wouldn't be much of a secret if other people knew about it, but really because the other twerps would absolutely stab themselves or each other within 5 minutes of getting their hands on it.

This of course didn't stop Billy from showing Steve his new babies when they stepped out on the porch for a smoke.

“Ok, you've definitely got the coolest dad ever.” Teases Steve as he looks the hunting knife over.

“He's not my dad.” Billy scoffs, snatching his knife back if Steve's going to be a dick about it. “He'd probably get you one too if you asked.”

It said a lot about their lives that Steve actually considers it before shaking his head. “Nah, I'm happy with my bat. She'd get jealous if I went around with some other weapon.”

“That mean you don't want me to show you what Hopper taught me?”

A slow smile spread across his boyfriend's lips, “show me.”

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It Happened One November - Part 24

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Steve is leaning against the side of the Byers house talking to Nancy when they get the call. Jonathan is snapping photos of the empty, dilapidated shed before they get started. For ‘art’ or something, Steve thinks it just looks like an old shed but what does he know?

Anyway, they're leaving him to it while Nancy gushes about their date last night and the flowers that Jonathan had got her, apparently tulips were her favourite, go figure. Meanwhile, Steve is trying to find a position to stand in that doesn't make his ass hurt.

“Zoomer to Mamma Bear! Come in Mamma Bear!” And Max sounds kind of upset over the radio so Steve ignores the raised eyebrows that ‘Mamma Bear' gets him and just answers her.

“Mamma Bear here, what's up Zoomer? Over.” Dustin had been complaining about proper walkie etiquette to him enough that he had caved and just started doing it.

“Steve! You gotta get to my house! Right now! He's gonna kill him!”

No .

In his heart he already knew what she meant and was fishing in his pocket for his keys but he still had to ask.

“What? What happened?”

No. This can't be happening. They had been so careful. Steve's thoughts are swirling a mile a minute but mostly just a cycle of nononononono .

“He found something in Billy's room! Steve, he knows ! I can hear them! Steve, I don't think he's going to stop this time.”

Shit! Shit shit shit!

He will forever be grateful to Nance and Jonathan because they have next to zero information about what the hell is going on, but they've heard enough to know something is going on and they are both rushing to follow him to his car, Nancy veering off to grab her handbag from the porch. No questions asked.

“Ok, Max, honey, I'm on my way.” Shit his hands are shaking. Not trembling, full on shaking bad enough he needs to hold the walkie with both hands. He tosses his keys to Jonathan who catches it easily and slides into the driver seat. Steve takes his finger off the talk button long enough to tell him “Max’s place. Drive fast.” And he doesn't even get a chance to put a seatbelt on before they are peeling out onto the street, fast enough already that by the time they reach the turn at the end of the street they are almost up on two wheels. “Are you safe, Max? Are you in your room?”

“Yes,” and shit, she's definitely crying on the other end. Max never cries. Shit, it must be bad.

“Ok, good, that's good Max! You did the right thing, calling me. Now can you do me a favour and can you lock your door?” Steve's heart is in his throat but he's trying to keep it together for her sake.

“There's no lock, Neil took them all off.” She whispers back through her tears and Steve doesn't let himself absorb the implications of that little details.

“That's ok, Max. Can you hide under your bed for me? Do you fit under there?” Jonathan rockets them through an intersection, not even slowing down for the red lights or apologizing to any of the other drivers who honk and yell at him.

“I think so?” there was some shuffling down the line as she presumably got into position. “Ok, I'm under the bed.”

“That's good, you're doing so good Max.” They fishtail a little as they pull onto Old Cherry. “Now, you stay right there until I come and get you, ok? It might get loud but you stay right there, ok? I'm right outside, I'll get Billy ok? You stay right there.”

He barely hears Max’s soft ‘okay’ over the screech of the tires as Jonathan skids to a stop outside the Hargrove house.

The three of them pile out of the car and sprint up the drive. Steve gets to the door first, finds it locked and doesn't hesitate before kicking it in.

Jonathan and Nancy flow into the house around him, sweeping the room for danger. There's nothing in the living room but a terrified Susan, her hand to her mouth, silent as always.

“Where are they?!” Steve yells but doesn't need to wait for an answer when they hear a thump and the sound of glass breaking further in the house.

This time it's Jonathan that gets to the door first and flings it open to a disaster zone. Half the furniture is overturned, posters ripped part way off the walls and in the centre of the room is Billy, battered and bleeding, his father raising his fist above him.

There's a bright flash of a camera going off (what the hell Jonathan! This is not the time!) and then Steve is throwing himself across the room.

He takes Neil by surprise, tackling him away from Billy and onto the ground behind the bed. He gets in one, two, three solid punches before Neil manages to throw him off with a roar.

They both jump to their feet and Steve is about to launch himself at the older man again when BANG!

Everything freezes.

“Take three big steps back, right now !” There is nothing but steel in Nancy's voice and when they both obey, neither taking their eyes off the other, Steve gets a clear view of the shattered mirror in the corner. In it, he sees Nancy, eyes flashing and stance firm as she levels her gun at Neil. Below her, Jonathan is on his knees, checking over Billy who’s breaths are laboured but happening. “Turn and face the corner. Hands behind your head. On your knees.”

“You wouldn't dare.” Neil leans over to spit a wad of blood at the four of them but also doesn't take a step closer.

Nancy raises her brow, turns the gun slightly and blows a chunk out of the drywall inches from Neil's head as she fires again. “Try me.”

Neil's face goes red but he does as she says. Steve gives it another moment, not taking his eyes off him in case of a trick before dropping to his knees beside his boyfriend.

“Billy? Billy, it's me, talk to me.” He clings to the other boy's hand and gently pushes his blood soaked locks away from his face, trying to get a look at the gash across his forehead, bisecting his eyebrow and barely missing his eye.

“Steve?” Billy's eyes are swimming in his head and he's slurring his words. Definitely concussed then.

“Where else does it hurt, baby?” Jonathan shoots him a look but he doesn't have time to deal with that.

“‘Ere where,” he mumbled, collapsing back onto the carpet.

“You get your dirty fucking faggot hands off my son! You fucking fairy! People like you shouldn't be allowed to live! - Fuck!!” Neil's vitriol is cut off by a third warning shot from Nancy and he falls silent.

“Steve, he needs a hospital.” Says Jonathan after taking a peak under Billy's shirt, there's blood on it but Steve can't see where it's coming from.

“Yeah… yeah ok, help me lift him?” Between the two of them they slowly get him up and out the door. Nancy stays to cover Neil who is blessedly silent through the whole thing. Susan hasn't moved a muscle in the living room when they drag Billy’s broken and battered body past. Steve can tell the younger boy is trying to help but he can barely even swing his feet so he's mostly just suspended between the two teens.

They get him in the back seat and Jonathan stays with him while Steve runs in to collect Max. She's hunkered down under the bed, her walkie clutched to her chest but she wiggles out and throws herself into his arms when he calls her name.

She's sobbing into his chest when she asks about the gunshots “I heard them, what happened?”

“It's ok,” he reassures, rubbing up and down her back as she hiccups a few times. “That was just Nancy, no one got shot. She just wanted to make sure Neil knew she was serious.”

“And Billy?” She whispers like she's afraid of the answer.

“He's in the car, come on, we're taking him to the hospital.” He doesn't even try to get her to let go, just stands with her in his arms, lets her wrap herself around him and carries her out.

“Max! Where are you taking her?” Oh great, now Susan cares about what happens to the children in her house.

“We're taking her with us to the hospital. You can have her back tomorrow, it's not safe for her here tonight. If you're smart, you'll find somewhere else to be too.” And he knows he's being an asshole, but he doesn't care. “Nance?” He calls “we're clear, let's go!” And she's backing into the living room to join them as he carries Max out to the car.

Billy is taking up most of the back seat so he buckles Max into the front on Nancy's lap and slides in next to his boyfriend while Jonathan breaks every traffic law in the state again to get them to the hospital.

Steve keeps up a steady stream of whispered praise and assurances the whole drive over, not even caring that Nancy and Jonathan can hear him and keep shooting him raise eyebrow looks. He can deal with that later when his boyfriend isn't bleeding all over his back seat.

He and Jonathan carry him into the emergency room, Jonathan calling for help, and then Billy is being whisked off in a flurry of scrubs and stethoscopes. And suddenly there's nothing left to do but wait and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Jonathan steers him into a chair in the waiting room and sinks down beside him. They sit in silence for a moment, both coming down from their adrenaline high until Nancy comes back from parking the car with Max.

Max wastes zero time before crawling on his lap and into his arms again. There are still silent tears streaming down her cheeks but at least she's stopped shaking as he clutches her close.

“Thank you,” she whispers into his neck. And he knows he'll just set them both off sobbing again if he answers so he just gives her another squeeze.

“Did they say anything when they took him?” Nancy asks and Jonathan is shaking his head.

“No, just asked a few questions about what happened and where he was hurt,” Did they? Steve doesn't remember that.

“I'll go talk to the intake nurse. Tell them I'm his cousin or something.” And this is why he loves Nancy, always thinking two steps ahead.

The nurse won't tell them anything except that he probably won't need surgery but she doesn't know more than that.

They wait for hours, at some point Hopper shows up, saying he had reports of some reckless driving from a red BMW and gunfire on Old Cherry, and would they happen to know anything about that? They're in public so even though they're sitting in the emergency waiting room, Steve and Jonathan both in bloodstained clothes and Max still curled in his lap slowly leaking tears they tell him they haven't seen anything suspicious but if they do they'll report it right away, thank you officer.

Calling him ‘officer’ is their established code for ‘we'll tell you later’. They're only supposed to use it for Upside Down things but Steve had promised he wouldn't tell Hopper about this and if he tells him now while he's in uniform, he’ll have to do something about it. Hop clearly wants to ask some follow up questions but just tips his hat and leaves.

Nancy, bless her, waits until the third hour when the rest of the waiting room is empty before breaking down and asking questions.

“How long has this been happening? Billy and his dad?”

He and Max share a look. It's not their secret to tell, but the cat is well and truly out of the bag.

“He doesn't want anyone to know.” He says at the same time Max says “Since before my mom started dating his dad, so at least three years.” And well shit, I guess we're doing this.

“Why didn't any of you report it?” She asks, and she even manages to be gentle about it, no accusation in her voice at all.

“Because as bad as it is at home, foster care is worse.” Max tells them, “but maybe not anymore now Neil knows about Steve.”

“Right… and how long has that been going on?” pipes up Jonathan.

“A couple months, not long after we closed the gate.” Steve admits and goes to rub at his face but scowls when he sees they're still covered in blood, Billy's, Niel's or his own from his split knuckles is anyone's guess.

Jonathan opened his mouth like he wanted to ask more questions but stopped when Nancy raised her hand. “Ok, we are definitely coming back to that because I have so many questions. But what's important right now is we get Billy somewhere safe.”

“He can't come back,” Max admitted, “Neil will kill him, he's already an asshole but it'll be so much worse now!”

“And what about you, kiddo, are you safe there? Billy told me Neil doesn't hit women but …” Steve leaves his question hanging but Max seems to understand because she's already shaking her head.

“No, he doesn't ever touch me. As far as he's concerned, I'm my mom's problem. And I don't want to leave her.”

“And you'll tell us, if that ever changes?” Asks Jonathan, “I know it can be hard, when your dad does something like that, you'll tell yourself it was just a one time thing or that you deserved it, but you have to tell us, as soon as something happens.” And now Steve is remembering the rumours that had been going around town when Joyce and Lonnie were splitting up. Shit, maybe he should have gone to Jonathan from the start. “We'll believe you , no matter what anyone says, we'll have your back.”

Max nodded very seriously to all of them and Jonathan gave her hand a squeeze.

“Ok, so we can't go the official route or he'll end up in a group home. And he can't go home, so what do we do?” Steve asks.

“We need somewhere that Neil won't find him when he's by himself.”

“Somewhere that he would be afraid to just show up at.”

“Where he can't accuse them of kidnapping his son.”

They all come to the same conclusion at once.

“Oh, they're both going to hate this.”

….

It's a few more hours before the doctors let them back to see Billy and only then because Max makes a scene about seeing her big brother. They don't want to let anyone but her back but she stubbornly takes Steve's hand and glares at the nurses, daring them to stop her.

Billy is awake when they get there but he's drugged to the gills and obviously has no idea what's going on. Mostly he just keeps telling Max that he's fine and he'll take her surfing next weekend like he promised. He falls asleep after a couple minutes of this and the nurses shoo them out.

It's a relief about a half hour later when Mrs. Byers shows up with a now out of uniform Hopper. He lets Nancy take over explanations and mostly just sits holding Max's hand, for whose benefit he doesn't know any more. Probably both of them.

Hopper asks a few questions, mostly if they think they can get Billy to press charges. It's then that Jonathan reveals that he had taken a photo when they arrived of Neil mid swing. Damn, Steve had the best friends, they were all so smart.

They haven't even gotten as far as asking yet when Hopper groans and drags his hand down his face, tugging on his own chin. “Well… shit. He can stay with me for now. El will be thrilled to have more company.”

No one stops Hop when he and Max go back to sit with Billy. Perks of being an adult he guesses. And a cop. Things move a lot easier now they have adults who know what they're doing here.

They find out that the cut on Billy's head was smaller than they thought but he definitely has a concussion. He also has a broken rib and abdominal bruising but no internal damage. He's got a nasty cut on his back, probably from being thrown into his mirror as well as a broken wrist and two fingers.

Hopper works his magic and arranges for him to be released into his custody and they take him home around dinner time. Nancy makes them stop and gets them all pizza which is good because as soon as he smells it Steve notices that he's actually starving. They coax Billy into eating a slice before he falls back asleep on the couch.

El sets herself up to watch over him while the rest of them quietly make plans for what to do about Max, Billy, his stuff, school etc. Most of it goes over Steve's head, he can barely take his eyes off his boyfriend and doesn't let go of his hand for the duration of the visit.

It's eventually decided that Mrs. Byers and Max will stay there tonight with Billy. Hopper will go by the next morning with Mrs. Byers to drop Max off and clean out Billy's room. Max makes a point to reassure Hop that he shouldn't worry about the bullet holes in Billy's room, they were there when they moved in.

Steve wants more than anything to stay there with Billy but he can't think of a good excuse other than the truth so he grudgingly follows when the teenagers are kicked out. At least the danger has passed and he knows that Billy is safe.

The drive back to the Byers is done in silence and when they invite Steve inside to spend the night he takes them up on it. There is no way he wants to be alone tonight.

The three of them set up camp in the living room, Nancy on the couch and the boys on the floor when Jonathan breaks their silence.

“Sooooo…” and Steve knows exactly what he means so just rolls his eyes.

“It's fine, you can ask.” Jonathan shuffles closer immediately and Nancy pokes her head over the side of the couch with a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Steve groans and covers his face with a pillow.

“So, when did you know you were gay?” Is Jonathan’s first question.

“I'm not gay… or like, not all the way gay? I still like girls! Just also like some guys.”

“Ok, fine, when did you know you were bisexual?”

“Is that a thing? That word sounds made up.” Steve asks, wrinkling his nose and turning the word around in his head. It didn't feel like it fit.

“All words are made up, Steve.” Nancy teases from the couch. “It means you like both boys and girls. And you haven't answered the question.”

“Ug fine, I figured it out last November. Everything happened and at the end… yeah, I wanted to hug Nancy and give her a kiss but I also wanted to do that to you, Jonathan.” Shit, should he have told him that? That's not really the kind of thing you tell your guy friends.

“Wow, I was Steve Harrington’s bisexual awakening. I think I'm flattered, man.”

“Shut up,” he took the pillow off his own face to whack Jonathan with it and he fell back laughing.

“So is that what happened with Billy then?” Asks Nancy.

“Yeah, pretty much. You and I had broken up, or we were as good as broken up anyway. So when we got back from the tunnels I made out with him in your bathroom.” He admits.

Jonathan gives a low whistle.

“Is it bad?” Asks Nancy quietly, “that that makes me feel better about what I did with Jonathan?”

“No, you should still feel bad about that, you totally cheated on me and that wasn't cool.” And he's sort of kidding but also sort of not. They never really talked about the whole thing after. One day Nancy was dating him and the next she was with Jonathan and in the wake of everything else it just sort of fell through the cracks.

“I'm sorry,” she whispers and Steve can tell she really meant it. “I can't really justify it, what I did was wrong and I'm really sorry, Steve.”

“It's ok, Nance,” he reaches a hand up to give hers a squeeze. “I think everything kind of worked out the way it was supposed to. You and Jonathan are way better together than we ever were,” he reached out and gave Jonathan's hand a squeeze too since it felt like he was being left out. “And Billy and I are really good together.” Steve allows some of the gooey feelings he gets when he thinks about his boyfriend to colour his words.

“So wait, then what about that rumour that Billy hooked up with Tina at that party last month?”

Steve can't help but splutter out a laugh at that. “Oh man, those rumours blow things way out of proportion. Tina kissed him at that party for like a second. Billy's only slept with two people in his life and one of them is me. He just likes to have a reputation.”

“You've slept together?!” They both exclaim.

“How does that even work?” Asks Nancy.

“Was it good?” Asks Jonathan.

“I'm not answering any of those questions.” He groans, “you're just going to have to use your imaginations.” And that gets a thoughtful look from Jonathan and a grossed out one from Nancy so he chuckles.

“So wait, your boyfriend kisses some girl right in front of you and you're fine with that?” Nancy is giving him a thoughtful frown.

“Yeah? It was kind of hot?” Steve blushes, not really sure how to explain it. “It's not like he's hiding anything. He always tells me when something like that happens if I'm not there to see it myself. And it's not like it means anything to him when they do that. I don't know, it's hard to explain.”

“Huh, so he's like fully gay then?” Asks Nancy and Steve frowns.

“I'm not answering that, you'd have to ask him.” Steve frowns harder, “actually don't, he would hate that.”

“Yeah, no.” Jonathan yawns, hunkering down further in his sleeping bag. “No offence, but your boyfriend is kind of scary.”

“He'd take that as a compliment.” Steve laughs, also rolling over and trying to get more comfortable. “You get one more question, then I'm going to sleep.”

“Do you love him?” The question is from Jonathan and it catches Steve sideways. They haven't said the words to each other, but…

Steve had never felt fear like he did when he got that call today. Not even when the first demogorgon came out of the Byers ceiling while Nancy was pointing a gun at him. He had held it together pretty well but he remembered his hands shaking so badly that he had had to get Jonathan to drive.

He remembered all the times he and Billy had been intimate. How special and new every little kiss and press of skin had felt. Was that just because Billy was a dude? Or was it more?

He remembered all the times they had goofed off, just the two of them and also with the others. He remembered how much the kids liked him for all he was constantly messing with them because they knew that if push came to shove he would be down in the trenches with them.

He remembered all the quiet moments where it was just them. How Steve never had to pretend to be smarter or nicer or cooler and could just be completely himself when they were together.

“Huh, yeah, I think I do.”

….

Steve heads over to the Hopper cabin just before noon the next day and ends up pulling in just after Hop's truck and Mrs. Byers in Billy's car so he grabs a few arm loads of clothes and assorted belongings and follows them through the booby trapped woods.

“How did it go?”

“We came to an arrangement.” And shit, how did Hopper make it sound so ominous?

“Ok?” He looked to Joyce when it became clear that was all he was getting out of Hop.

“We showed him the photo Jonathan took. He's agreed to behave in exchange for not arresting him.” She explains.

“And… he's not going to say anything?” He wasn't sure how much they knew about why things had gone down the way they did yesterday, and he didn't want to out Billy to yet another person this weekend.

“That was part of the arrangement, sweetie.” Joyce reassures, reaching out to pat his shoulder. She practically has to go on her tiptoes to do it and it shouldn't feel as reassuring as it does.

“And what about Billy? What happens with him?” He asks, side stepping a bear trap.

“Well, I guess I have a teenager now.” And Hop sounds as gruff as ever, but it's his dad gruff tone that he usually only uses for El.

“Thank you,” Steve physically sags with relief upon hearing that. As terrible as yesterday had been, this was absolutely the best way that this could have ended. “Seriously, Hopper, this is… thank you!”

Hop, always super in touch with his emotions and willing to talk about it, just grunts and picks up the pace.

The door swings open after Hop gives the secret knock to reveal El sitting on the back of the couch behind Billy, hairbrush in hand, and a put upon looking Billy. Half his hair looks slept on but otherwise normal, the other had clearly been brushed out by someone who didn't understand curly hair. He looked like he had stuck his finger in an outlet.

It was only the black eye that stopped Steve from bursting out laughing.

“Steve!” El launched herself off the couch to give him a hug and he was only now realizing that today was their usual Sunday lunch date and he hadn't brought anything for her.

Shit, he wasn't living up to his World's Best Mom shirt today.

“Hey kiddo, you playing hairdresser over there?” Billy scowls at him and attempts to pat down the disaster that is half his head.

“Billy's hair is pretty.” She grins up at him.

“Alright, alright, El, did you two clear out the hall closet like I asked?” Asks Hopper, setting down his load.

El nods and waves her hand, the closet door swinging open across the room.

“Great, both of you, start putting this stuff away, Harrington, you're with me, we got another load of stuff.”

They get about half way back to the cars before Hop asks. “So, you and Billy huh?”

“Uhhh…” Steve actually trips over his own two feet at that one. Shit, does he admit it? He doesn't think Hop would kick Billy out for it, but he's an old military guy so who knows? “Yes?”

“You don't sound too sure.” Hop observes and he's got his inscrutable cop face on so Steve has no idea what is going on in the old man's head. “You better be damn sure if you're messing around with my kid.”

Oh thank god. This was that kind of shovel talk.

“Yes, I'm very sure, sir.”

“Uh huh. I better not be hearing you're not treating him right. He's been through a lot, he doesn't need to get jerked around by some kid experimenting.” Hop turns to face him fully now that they've made it to the vehicles. He’s got a threatening finger in his face and it’s only now that Steve realizes that Hops knuckles are split and swollen. He’s pretty sure that they were fine yesterday. Another part of him relaxes. “If you're doing this, I need to know you're serious about it. You don't get to fuck around with him and then run off with some girl when things get hard.”

Steve didn't know if he should be offended that Hopper thought so little of him or grateful that Billy finally had an adult who was looking out for him, both physically and emotionally. Either way, his answer was the same.

“Things are already hard, sir. But I know they could get worse. Either way, I'm not going anywhere. Now, I can't promise that we're going to be together forever, but I do promise that I'll never abandon him or betray his trust.”

Hopper gave him a good long look before cracking a small smile and offering his hand to shake. “Good man.” He slaps him a little too hard to be friendly on the shoulder and then helps load him up for the second trip of stuff.

Steve spends the afternoon out at the cabin helping get everything set up for Billy. Hop had a cot that they set up in a little nook that previously held a few bookcases that they had moved down into the crawl space. It wasn't much and they only had a curtain to hang for privacy but Hopper promised they'd work out something more permanent in the spring.

He didn't have very much stuff. After they had left, Neil had gone on a rampage and destroyed a lot of Billy's things. Hopper and Joyce had salvaged what they could and Mrs. Byers was currently sitting on the couch, sewing the sleeve back on his letterman jacket.

Hop had just shook his head sadly when Billy asked about the notes and photos.

When Billy seemed like he was getting overwhelmed, Steve led him out onto the porch for a smoke and some air. Everyone in the house more or less knew about them but it was still a habit for him to check over his shoulder before taking Billy's hand.

“How are you holding up?” He asked as Billy took his first drag. He offered him a hit but Steve just shook his head.

“Fine. They gave me the good drugs.” Billy accepted the hold on his hand but was otherwise keeping his distance. There was something almost… fragile about him right now. It was kind of freaking Steve out.

“Good, good, and… the rest?” He wasn't really sure what he was asking here. He just wanted to get a peek into his boyfriend's head, see where he was at.

“I don't… know. It's… a lot. Doesn't feel real.” He mutters around his cigarette. His face is still swollen, he's got a popped blood vessel in one eye and his hair looks ridiculous. He's still the most beautiful person Steve's ever met.

“That's fair. A lot changed, really quick. I'm guessing the drugs and concussion aren't helping.” He jokes, giving his arm a little shake.

Billy gives a small chuckle and a wince. “Don't make me laugh, dude. This shit hurts like a bitch.”

Dude , he was still Billy's dude, that was reassuring.

“Thank you.” Billy mutters, taking a shuffling step closer to him. “I don't… remember a lot about yesterday, but Max told me what happened.”

Steve gave him a small smile back and draped an arm around the younger boy's shoulders. The black ski jacket had been a casualty so Billy was currently swimming in Hopper's uniform coat. “Nah, I barely did anything, dude. Max was the brave one, she called us. Jonathan was the one that got us there so fast and to the hospital. Nance kept him away from you with a few warning shots.”

“What a woman,” he groaned, tipping his head back to exhale another cloud of smoke. “I'm sorry I missed that.”

“It was so badass, you have no idea.” He agreed, remembering the terrified look in Neil's eyes. “All I did was get him off you.”

“You punch him?” He asked eagerly

“A few times, yeah, before he pushed me off him.” Steve admits.

“Fuuuuuck, how did it feel?” Billy moans, the envy clear in his voice.

“I'm not gonna lie, it felt really freaking good, dude.” he leans over to press his forehead gently into the shorter boys. “Couldn't really enjoy it at the time though, I was so worried about you.”

“Aww, Stevie, you do care.” Billy snarks and this is usually when Steve snarks back, falling into their easy banter. But his boyfriend was almost murdered yesterday by his own father and Steve didn't want to let this one slip away.

“Yeah, Billy. I really do. I care about you a lot. You're the most important person in my life and I was so scared I was going to lose you.” Shit, now he was crying, Billy will definitely make fun of him for this later but he goes on anyway. “And I want you to know that yesterday wasn't a one time thing ok? I want you to know that I'll always be there for you. I'll always come and help you in whatever way you need, got it?”

Billy flicked away his cigarette so he could reach up and cradle his boyfriend's face. “I got it, Steve. And I'd do the same for you, you know that right? Hell I climbed down into hell for you once before. I'd do it again.”

“I love you, Billy.” He can't hold it in anymore and now words are just falling out of his mouth without permission, “and I know we've only been dating a couple months and it's too soon and you don't have to say it back! I just -”

Billy cuts him off with a hard kiss. It's too hard, and too much teeth and so very Billy.

“I love you too, asshole.”

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It Happened One November - Part 23

A/N : So many content warnings, the boys are doing the Sims woohoo

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February dawned cold and miserable on Hawkins Indiana. Steve and the others kept going on about how mild the winter had been and Steve was back down to just his letterman jacket but if you asked Billy that was bullshit since his windshield still had frost on it in the mornings.

Billy keeps wearing the ski jacket because it's cold as fuck and nothing anyone else says will make him go back to being fucking cold.

Things have been suspiciously good in Billy's life this last month. The new semester was going well, he shared a couple classes with Nancy and Jonathan which was nice. Not that he sat with them or anything but they did their homework together some times and they were both really smart so they helped a lot.

It had been just the usual incidents with his dad and even those didn't feel so bad when he could sneak away after the dust settled and let Steve take care of him. He hated to admit it, but knowing he had that to look forward to after made the whole thing a thousand times more bearable.

He thought back to the last time he had shown up. He had dropped a mug while he was doing dishes that night. It had only chipped when Billy dropped it but it was shattered after Neil threw it at his head. Billy had ducked of course but got hit by some of the shrapnel on the rebound when it hit the wall.

It was just a couple small cuts on his shoulder but Steve had meticulously picked out the slivers of glass then cleaned and bandaged it. He even used the fucking Scooby-Doo bandaids that he kept for the kids which was ridiculous but still make Billy laugh.

It's while they are curled up together on the couch (another thing Billy will never admit to enjoying) that Steve pipes up with the fucking cutest most sappy shit.

“Hey, I got a weird request for you.” He murmured from where he was tracing the lines all along Billy's hand.

“Kinky, alright, I'm probably down but I'm telling you right now, I'm not into golden showers, that's where I draw the line.” He snarked, just to see the disgusted nose wrinkle it got him.

“God, you're so gross! No! That's not what I was going to ask but now my shit sounds downright normal!” Billy just snickers and waves at him to go on. “Can we switch back jackets for a while?”

“What? Why?” He doesn't want to give up either of the coats that he's acquired since this whole thing started. He liked wearing them. Liked the idea that even though he wasn't there, he was all wrapped up in Steve .

“Ok, this is embarrassing.” Moaned Steve, dragging his hands down his face, looking like a fucking idiot. “It doesn't smell like you anymore. Can you wear yours around for a while until it does, then give it back?”

“You fucking sap!” Billy cried and smacked him across the chest. God, how was it that he managed to find the sweetest fucking guy in all of Indiana? “You're right, that's way more embarrassing than the golden shower!”

“Ew! Billy! We're not making that a thing!” Billy just laughed, he was too easy sometimes. “So… will you do it?”

“Fuck it, yeah, I've got yours in the car. Wouldn't want to deprive you of my manly musk.” He waggled his eyebrows, stuck out his tongue and dragged his hand down his own chest lavasciously.

“Yup, and you ruined it.”

Billy just cackled. They make the switch back and he hated to say it but the fresh dose of Steve he got whenever he shrugged it on to wear around school was nice. Mostly it stayed in his bedroom though, hanging on the back of the door. It was still way too cold for that shit.

He was still keeping the black one. That was his coat now and he wasn't giving it back.

Valentine's Day was coming up and the school was all a flutter. Two of the girls from the cheer squad were sniffing around, dropping hints that they were available that Friday. He bragged about it to Steve until he showed him the collection of notes that four different girls had left in his locker. He tried to argue that since his were cheerleaders they were worth more points but that got shot down real quick by both Steve and Nancy who overhead. Fine, you win this round Harrington.

The two of them had agreed not to exchange gifts but they did have plans for after practice at Steve's place.

Big plans. Sex plans.

They had fooled around with fingers a few more times since the tournament and it had been going well. More than well. It was fucking fantastic. Just thinking about it had Billy all hot and bothered and reaching out to shove some guy into a locker as he passed by just to have some outlet for it. The guy didn't fight back, which was disappointing.

It was as they basked in the afterglow this past Saturday that Steve had said he knew what he wanted to do with him for Valentine's Day.

“Time to que up Madonna dude, I'm ready.” Which was weirdly the most romantic way he could have asked. Fucking sap. Unfortunately, Billy had to ruin it by admitting that he'd also need Madonna because he hadn't done that to another person before, he'd been on the receiving end the one and only time he'd done it.

“Don't worry baby, I'll be gentle.” Steve had assured with a kiss to his temple.

“Dude, I'll be the one being gentle, you just lay back and think of England.” he scoffed, shoving him away. Not very hard though, he wasn't done cuddling. Billy Hargrove - town bad boy, monster hunter, little spoon. Fuck this was going to ruin his reputation.

“We'll be gentle with each other, dear.” he conceded and dragged Billy back into his hold.

………

Practice that day had been an exercise in patience. Steve’s side was skins today and the bastard was using ever opportunity to show off how fucking hot he was. Leaning against him, showing off that tiny waist of his, even rolling up his already sinfully short shorts. The fucking tease. Even the towel he used after the showers was fucking tiny, barely covering anything and somehow more sexy than if he had just walked out in the buff.

The drive back to Steve's place is charged, Billy isn't even in the same car as him, he's following behind in his Camaro. But fuck, he can taste the anticipation in the air and he can't wait to get his hands on his hot ass boyfriend.

They don't waste any time when they arrive, Steve leading him right upstairs by the hand. He actually did put on his mixtape too, the fucking nerd.

They took their time undressing each other, kissing every fresh pane of skin as it was uncovered until they were both laid out bare on the bed.

Fuck, he was so fucking beautiful, Billy just couldn't get over it. He was teasing a hand down his body, tracing the lines of muscle and body hair down to his thick hard cock laying heavy on his stomach, following along behind with his tongue. The dude even tasted good.

Billy had always loved sucking dick. It made him feel somehow both powerful and vulnerable but mostly so fucking hot when he was guzzling down some dudes blood hot dick all the way to the balls.

He suckles on the head for a minute, just to build some anticipation, partly for Steve but mostly for himself before he goes to town.

He's never had a gag reflex, didn't really get what that was to be honest, so there was nothing stopping him from easing Steve all the way down into his throat and giving an exaggerated swallow.

Usually he'll hold a guy down when he's doing this. The first time he'd tried, Alex had thrust up a little too hard and fucked up his throat for like a week, but he knows that Steve would never hurt him, trusts him not to lose control, so he pops off long enough to offer. “You can fuck my face if you promise to be gentle.”

“Jesus Christ, yeah, ok, thank you.” How fucking polite they make these country boys. Billy chuckles as he gets back to it. And now, Billy's had his face fucked a couple times but this is the first time it's been made loved to. He kind of likes it.

It's the hot slide of his cock over his lips, the gentle press of it in the back of his throat, and the salty taste on his tongue. It's also the gentle hands in his hair, tugging just the right amount and the fingertips brushing away the tears that come to his eyes and the drool from his lips. Then ho boy , it's the fingers that are slipping in alongside his cock, spreading his mouth open further on a groan, testing his limits.

Fuuuck it's everything.

“Billy, hey, I'm gonna come if you keep going.” Steve pants, lightly tapping out on his cheek like they're in a wrestling match or some shit.

Billy rolls his eyes but abandons his treat with one last farewell kiss, “I'm coming back for you baby,” he whispers to it just to make Steve laugh.

Billy crawls back up his boyfriends body to collect a few kisses before he leans over and fishes the lube and condoms out of the bedside table. His fingers find what feels like a Polaroid before they reach their prize and when he takes a peek it makes him smile all soft and shit. It's the photo of them kissing from Christmas. “You keep this in your literal spank bank baby,” he leans back to wave the photo in his boyfriends face.

“Shut up,” he scoffs, snatching it back before giving it a soft smile as well, “I like to look at it before bed or when I have nightmares or whatever.” Fuck he's blushing so pretty all the way down to his chest. “And you're in the wrong drawer, spank bank is the next one.” He leans over to fish around himself.

“Hmmm… maybe we should bring the camera back then. Take some more R rated pictures for the bottom drawer album,” Billy leans forward to lick up the flexed tendon in his boyfriends neck, enjoying the way it makes the older boy shiver.

“I'm not gonna say no…” and fuck that's hot. Billy takes the lube and makes sure to get his fingers nice and wet before reaching down again.

Steve gives a start like he always does when Billy first starts. His initial reaction is always to try and escape before the pleasure sets in. Billy doesn't mind, he's always down for the chase.

He slithers back down Steve's body and slurps his dick back up with an exaggerated sound. His fingers are just softly circling his asshole for now, slowly applying pressure.

“Shit, Billy, I wasn't kidding, I'm definitely going to go off if you keep going.” his hands were hovering around his face like he wanted to push him off but was enjoying it too much to commit.

“Go off, baby,” he assures when he leans back. “It'll make it easier for you to take me if you've already cum. Get you all nice and relaxed, baby.”

“Crap, ok, if you're sure?” and he's burying his hands back in his hair, throwing his head back and moaning.

Billy makes sure to time the first thrust of his finger with a swallow around his dick, distracting and overwhelming him all at once.

“Shit, please, Billy, baby, it's so good!” Mmmm his boyfriend has such a nice voice, he wants to ruin it.

He gets two fingers deep before he goes hunting for the magic spot and he's done this with Steve enough times it doesn't take long.

“Billy! Fuck! Shit! Yes! Gunna -” and he's cuming hot and fast, right down his throat. Billy sucks it all down like a goddamn popsicle, it's so fucking good.

He never really lets him come down after that. They had found out a few weeks ago that provided the right… incentive, Steve didn't really have a refractory period. He can just stay hard for a pretty long time, and the overstimulation turns him into one giant nerve ending. So Billy just kept milking that special spot with his fingers, scissoring them apart and stretching him out. He also didn't let go of his dick, just kept sucking on it softly as Steve fell apart above him.

“Baby, please, yes, so good, don't stop, please, Billy, dude, baby.” He wasn't really making sense, just babbling praise, and please, and Billy over and over between moans and cries and hisses. It was a goddamn symphony, is what it was. He gets up to three fingers before Steve finally starts begging for his cock.

“Please baby, I'm ready, I'm so ready, please, I want to feel you inside, just you, all of you, please Billy!”

“Yeah baby, I've got you. How do you wanna do this? It's easier from behind.” But Steve is shaking his head and hauling him up his body already, wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Like this baby, wanna kiss you, wanna see you.” and shit even when he's fucked out of his mind, he's still so fucking romantic.

“Ok, like this.” Billy leans back just far enough to roll on the condom, then he's lining up and allowing Steve to pull him slowly inside.

Fuuuuuck… if Billy thought getting head was good, it's got nothing on this. It's just the tip that's popped past that tight little furl of muscles and Billy's entire being focuses down to it. To the tight, hot, perfect pressure of it.

“Wait… shit.” Steve is stopping him with a hand on his shoulder and it is taking literally everything Billy has to obey. To not start thrusting and never stop.

But Steve is panting through his discomfort, legs shaking around Billy's hips so he holds himself together, waiting for his boyfriend to be ready to continue.

“Fuck, sorry, that was a lot, ok… you can go, just slow, ok?”

Billy nods and leans forward to pepper kisses all over the brunette's face before ending on his lips. He gently rolls his hips forward in the tiniest little trusts he can manage as he slowly, so slowly sinks into bliss.

Steve stops him again when he bottoms out but honestly, Billy kind of needs that one too. Everything is just so overwhelmingly good and he needs a moment to adjust before this ends before it's even really begun.

“You good, baby?” He whispers while they both catch their breath.

“Yeah, fuck, where's Madonna?” And Billy bursts out laughing then they both groan as it causes him to sink impossibly deeper. “Fuck it, we don't need her, move baby, let me feel you, I'm ready.”

Billy doesn't have the brain power for a response, not when he slowly withdraws and then thrusts back into that perfect hold and they’re both moaning with it.

They settle into a rhythm, Steve rolling his hips up to meet his as they try and trade kisses but mostly just breathe into each other's mouths. Billy doesn't even care, everything else just feels so fucking good.

Steve is a vision beneath him, flushed and sweating, his hair a mess as he gazes up at him with dazzled eyes.

“You're beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to whisper it into Steve's neck, letting his teeth catch on his skin.

“Shit, Billy, I'm so close, tell me you are too, don't wanna cum without you again.”

“Yeah baby, I'm close, I'm right there with you, let go, sweetheart.” And like he was waiting permission, Steve comes with a wail, his untouched cock jumping and squirting between them. His ass is clenching in waves around him, pulling Billy right over that precipice as well.

For a time they just lay there, catching their breath and clinging to one another before Billy finally pulls out.

“Nooo, come back.” Steve whines, clutching at him as Billy drags off the condom, throwing it on the carpet for Tomorrow Billy to deal with. Who is he kidding, Steve's going to be the one to deal with it. “Feels so empty now.” He complains, squirming his hips and making a face at the feeling there.

“Yeah, that goes away, don't worry.” Billy assures him. He reaches down to the foot of the bed where they had kicked the blankets, gathered them up and belly flopped onto his boyfriend.

“Oof, asshole.” He groans but still wraps his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple and Billy hunkers down, tucking his head under Steve's chin and returning the hug.

“Fuck, that was awesome.” Billy sighs. “I honestly don't know which I like better, fucking or being fucked. That was pretty fucking great.”

“Hmmm, I know what you mean. We'll just have to keep taking turns until we have enough data to decide.”

“Data?” He scoffs, snuggling closer. “We fucking scientists now?”

“Why yes, Dr. Hargrove. We need to gather a large enough data sample to prove our hypotonus.” Steve mumbled and Billy could tell he was getting sleepy with the come down, shit, he was too.

“That's hypothesis, dude.”

“I said what I said.”

Billy was still smiling as he dropped off to sleep.

………

Steve made them chocolate chip pancakes shaped like dicks the next morning and Billy almost spit his coffee out when he placed them in front of him.

“What you didn't get enough dick last night? You need more in your mouth this morning?”

“Mine are normal dude, I just knew you were missing it.” Steve shot him a wink before digging in to his normal circular pancakes.

Bastard. Two can play this game . Billy made direct eye contact as he tried to fit as much of the pancake as he could into his mouth, moaning in the most pornographic way possible. He didn't even have to exaggerate that much, they tasted fucking good.

Now it was Steve's turn to spit out his coffee. Billy started to laugh and then choke on the pancake still in his mouth. They were a disaster. He wouldn't have it any other way.

“Hey, I'm heading over to the Byers after this, me, Nance and Jonathan are helping Mrs Byers take down her old shed. You wanna come? There will be sledge hammers involved with the take down.”

“Fuck, that does sound awesome but I gotta work on my essay, it's due Monday and I haven't started… don't tell Nancy.”

“You're secret’s safe with me, dude.” Steve gives him a kiss on the cheek as he goes by, collecting plates to dump in the sink.

Billy didn't hang around much longer after that. He'd told Neil he had a date last night with ‘some bitch’ and would be out all night but he was pushing it by staying away this long.

He sped home, yelling along to the radio when Cherry Pie came on, head banging the whole way. He still had a bounce in his step as he slipped into the house but that stopped as soon as the door swung shut behind him.

Something was very wrong.

Max was nowhere to be seen. Susan was dusting in the living room but looked up with wide, terrified eyes when she saw him “Billy-” her whisper was cut off by Neil calling out from Billy's own room.

“William, would you come in here, please?” Oh shit. This was not good. Neil was only this polite when shit was about to hit the fan. Fuck what did he find? What did he even have in there to find?

There was no point in running, that only made things worse when he eventually had to come back. So Billy squared his shoulders and went into his room to take his punishment like a man.

But what he saw made his blood run cold.

Neil is standing up from Billy's bed where his letterman jacket is tossed to one side. And scattered across the covers is every note, every ticket stub, and every damning polaroid he had been hiding and treasuring for months.

“I believe it's time we had another conversation about your choices, William.”

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It Happened One November - Part 22

A/N: Super NSFW this chapter - my under 18 readers please seek Jesus before/after reading.

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Going back to school after two weeks of sleeping in and lazing about is a wake up call, but seeing Billy strutting down the hall in his coat is at least one thing to look forward to. The bruises have faded by now and he looks hot as hell in those jeans. The sparkle of silver in his left ear makes Steve grin as he lifts his fist to meet Billy's in passing on the way to class.

It takes two weeks before Billy comes knocking on his door in the middle of the night with a split lip. And it's a burn on his arm the week after that. Steve’s heart breaks a little to see him in pain and he thanks Billy for coming to him. For letting him help.

They don't talk much on those nights. Steve just patches him up as best he can and holds him until the early hours of the morning when Billy has to leave to sneak back into his own room.

Steve never goes to sleep after those nights, same as the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat from nightmares. He just putters around the house, does homework if he can, and is the first student on campus, right after the janitors to leave a new note in Billy's locker to hopefully make him smile.

..............

The last weekend in January sees the basketball team loading up on the team bus in the dim light of early morning to go to their annual away tournament in Indianapolis where they get to play against all the best teams in the district.

Steve is a nervous wreck the whole drive up, his leg bouncing away as he picks at his nails and stares out the window.

“Dude, chill.” Billy admonishes, laying a hand on his thigh to force him to stop bouncing. “What's got you all jumpy? I know it's not the game. You haven't given a shit about this in a year.” Not since demogorgons and government conspiracies is what he doesn't say.

“It's nothing, dude.” He mutters, rubbing at his face, playing with his hair, needing somewhere for the nervous energy to go.

“Steve, dude, what is it?” And man, how does he manage to pack so much emotion and caring into a word like ‘dude’?

“This is… the first time I've left town since shit hit the fan.” He grudgingly admits, “and we're out of range for the walkies out here… and shit, I'm worried about the kids ok?”

He’s expecting Billy to laugh at him, he knows he sounds like a new mom leaving her baby with the sitter for the first time. So he's surprised when Billy turns to face him fully and plant a hand on his shoulder, giving him a little shake.

“Hey, the kids are fine, dude. They have Nancy and Hop and the others with them. And we can call when we get to the hotel tonight, right?”

“I know! I know, you're right, I'm just worried is all.”

“I know dude, I know.” Billy turned back to sit normally. “Hey, I ever tell you about the time…” and he was off, recounting some outlandish tale that Steve is about 50% sure is made up, but he appreciates what he's trying to do and allows Billy to distract him for the rest of the drive.

It's a two day tournament with three games on the first day, then three on the second if they make it past the round robin. They've never made it past game 1 of the second day before. The other teams always stack their lines with higher level players for the weekend. Steve is sure Hawkins would do the same except they don't have any ringers.

The tournament takes place at a couple different community centres and schools around the city and it's a grueling day of play, eat, drive, repeat. It's also fun as hell.

In all his worry about the kids, he had forgotten how much of a blast this tournament was. Hawkins never won and honestly, they didn't really try to.

This tournament was outside the regular season standings and so the coach used it to practice new plays and the boys used it to try out cool moves they had seen the pros do on TV, work off some of their aggression and generally do things they wouldn't in a normal game.

Steve tried out a few new plays that had been floating around in his head. One worked ok but the rest didn't quite pan out. Didn't help that the guys had other plans.

Billy was an absolute menace on the court. He had his crazy eyes on, and tongue sticking out pretty much the whole time, getting right under the other team's skin. He started four scuffles and one full on fight. Luckily the refs broke it up before anything could really happen.

They held a dunk contest to see who could make the coolest one. Troy Johnson won, he won every year, he was 6’4” and had been since he was a freshman. He was also the only guy on the team with a full beard by sophomore year. That meant he was their go to guy for getting beers for the party in their rooms that night.

Coach always paired them up alphabetically by last name and historically, he was always with Tommy Hagan and that's where all 10 of them would cram in to drink themselves stupid at the end of the day.

Now he thought about, this tradition might also be part of the reason Hawkins never made it past game 1 of day 2.

But neither of those things would be a problem this year because they had not made it to day 2 (which was kind of nice, now they could sleep in) and this year he was not rooming with Tommy.

“Harrington, you're with Hargrove, room 209!” Coach tossed them the key and Billy shot him a smirk. Well then.

Steve calls the kids while Billy pokes around the room. Everything is the same in Hawkins and Dustin asks him to bring him back some comic book or other which Steve declines.

Getting ready with Billy is fun. They take a quick shower, Billy barging in while he's in the middle of shampooing so they can fool around real quick. They fight over the hair dryer and Billy sprays him in the face with hairspray so of course he towel whips him which turns into a wrestling match on the bed. There's as much kissing as there is trying to pin one another. It's as they're heading out the door that Billy stops him with a hand in his.

“Hey, don't get too drunk tonight, ok? I wanna try something with you.”

“Like what?” Billy wanting to try something could be anything from ordering room service to taking the team bus for a joy ride.

Billy’s smirking as he leans in real close to whisper in his ear, “I wanna get my fingers in you tonight, baby, see how you like it.”

“Jeeeez, uh, ok.” And shit, why was that so hot right now? They had just jerked each other off in the shower, how was he getting hard right now? And it was a confused boner to be sure because Steve hasn't actually thought about this before.

Yes, he knew that's what dudes did when they had sex with each other, but it was more of a concept , not something he had pictured himself doing.

Well, now he was and he was kind of panicking about it. That's not where fingers go ! That was definitely designed as an exit.

“Or you could do me, pretty boy, dealer's choice.” Billy gave him a wink before slipping out the door.

And damn, now that was a mental image. He'd fingered girls a few times and it had been fun. Maybe this was another one of those things that wasn't all that different when he was doing it to a guy?

Shit, now he was thinking about having Billy all laid out in the bed, writhing on his fingers. It was a very tempting thought.

He switched them out in his mind, imagined himself there. And shit, he was a little apprehensive about that… but Billy hadn't steered him wrong yet. They have talked about it a couple times and Billy had told him about the times he had done it in the past. Apparently there was a spot inside a dude, same as a chick that made you go wild and Steve had to admit, he was curious.

It would be a gametime decision.

The party was fun, they drank and shot the shit, ragged on the other teams and gave each other shit. But Steve was distracted the whole time and called it after two hours, despite the rest of the team calling him a pussy.

“You better be back sooner than later Hargrove! I don't want you coming back in at ass o'clock and waking me up!” He yelled over the protests.

“Fuck you, Harrington!” Billy yelled back, eloquent as always.

He turned on the TV as he waited up for him, turning his options over in his mind.

What did it feel like? To have something up there? Other dudes did it all the time so it must not be too bad, right? Shit he was curious. But he also didn't want to get halfway through and find that he hated it. Not with Billy watching. It's something that he would rather know about beforehand.

He still probably had like an hour before Billy came back… he could… try it himself?

Steve hustled over to his bag and pulled out the lube and condoms he had stashed there. He had been carrying around condoms since his voice dropped and his health teacher had given them all a very serious talk about where babies came from. The lube was a more recent addition since he had started things with Billy but honestly he doesn't know why he didn't carry it before. It made hand jobs and even his own special alone time waaaay better.

He strips down and tries a few different positions until he settles against the pillows on his back with his legs wide and knees bent. It feels very… open and he's not sure he likes that but whatever.

He's feeling a little nervous so he starts by just coating his palm in the lube and returning to ol' faithful, just slowly stroking himself, squeezing little harder at the base as he likes.

He thinks about Billy and what they did earlier in the shower and it's not long before he's fully hard again. He thinks some more about having Billy here with him, hovering over him and imagines his hand is Billy's as he dips it down past his balls and strokes around his entrance.

Ok, this is fine, he can do this. He squeezes out some more lube onto his fingers and returns it to that little furl of muscle.

It's… weird. And super sensitive. He feels around some more, bringing his left hand up to lightly fondle his dick.

Well, here goes nothing. He slowly works his index finger inside to the first knuckle. And has to stop to catch his breath.

It's… a lot… and not altogether pleasant? But also not bad? He's not sure how he feels about it but he's come this far already.

He starts pressing it in and out, slowly, working in a little deeper every thrust. And ok, he can kind of see what people are talking about here, it feels kind of… full and the friction is nice. It's nowhere near enough to get off on though.

Maybe he needs more fingers?

He pulls out and adds more lube before trying to press in with two fingers now.

Ho boy. That's a lot. It kind of hurts now but… in a good way? Is that normal? He should have asked Nancy. No! Stop thinking about Nancy and butt sex! Why would she know about that? Probably because she knows everything. Not this! She has perfectly working lady parts! Unless… No! Stop thinking about her!

Ok, back to Billy. Billy with his smart ass mouth wrapped around his length, taking him all the way into the back of his throat. God it felt so good when he did that.

He had the second finger worked in most of the way and had set up a good rhythm and was panting with it. Damn, ok, this was good, he could get used to this. The slick slide of the hand on his dick mixed with the friction and full feeling of his ass was really working for him. He could totally do this with Billy when he got back.

“Fuuuuuck that's a pretty sight to come home to, sweetheart.”

Oh shit! Steve wrenched his eyes open to see Billy had in fact returned, earlier than expected and was currently licking his lips, eyes laser focused on where Steve's fingers were disappearing inside of himself.

“Don't stop on my account, baby, show me how good it feels.” Billy is slowly undoing his shirt, letting it float to the floor behind him and prowling closer to the bed. “Were you thinking about me baby? Got all hot and bothered thinking about my fingers filling you up so good, you couldn't wait?”

“N-no, I-” Steve's eyes track Billy as he sheds his jeans and underwear (that he actually wore for once the weirdo, who went commando in jeans?) in one go before joining him on the bed.

“Shhh baby,” Billy soothed, running a hand possessively down the inside of one thigh, not stopping until he could feel where his fingers entered his body. “Fuck, you're so fucking hot, you know that baby? You make me want to eat you alive.” He illustrates this point by sinking his teeth into Steve's thigh.

“I never tried this before,” Steve gasped as Billy continued up his thigh with his teeth, tracing the path his hand had just made. “I wanted to test it before you got here.”

“And? Do you like it? Feeling all filled up?” Billy had reached his dick by now and gave it a long lick.

“Shit! Billy! I used lube everywhere, doesn't it taste like shit?” Steve himself couldn't stand the taste, it was like drinking bleach.

“Mhmm. Don't care. Answer the question, baby, do you like it? Does it feel good?” Billy continued to place open mouth kisses all up and down his length making him gasp.

“It's… fine? Feels nice.” Forming sentences was hard when Billy starts mouthing at his balls.

“Hmm… sounds like you haven't found the spot, sweetheart. Hard to get the angle right when you're going solo.” He waves the bottle of lube around in his face, “may I?”

“God, yes, please Billy.” He slips his own fingers out, wipes them clean on the covers and whines and the weird empty feeling they leave behind.

He doesn't have to wait long. Within seconds, Billy is slipping his first finger in to the root “ fuck yeah, baby, so wet and open for me, let me just slide right in there.”

“Oh, fuuu-” the second one is a stretch, Billy's fingers being thicker than his own. But he takes it slowly, pressing kisses to his thighs as he goes and whispering dirty praise into his skin.

“Fuck baby, you look so good all stretched out on my hand. Gonna fill you up so good baby, make you cum so hard.” he sets a slow pace, entering at a different angle every time and scissoring his fingers open until finally-.

“Wow!” Steve practically levitates off the bed as what feels like lightning arcs through his entire body.

“There it is baby, you like that?” And he's hitting it again making Steve cry out.

“What? Is that the spot?” He pants, his whole body is on fire. He writhes on the bed, body not sure if he should try to get away or get closer.

“Yeah, baby, that's the spot, feels good right?” And now he's rubbing his fingers on it continuously, a slow torturous roll of pleasure that has literal tears coming to his eyes and his dick jumping and leaking like crazy.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, please don't stop, please do it again, please please please.” He doesn't even fully register that it's him begging like that, just that Billy does as he asks and keeps playing with that spot. Steve is helpless to do anything but fist his hands in the covers and go along for the ride.

“Fuck you're beautiful.” He manages to open his eyes (when did he close them?) long enough to see the downright reverent look that Billy is giving him. Billy's eyes have an almost physical weight as they travel up and down his body. “Fuuuuuck.” A slick sound and he sees that Billy has wrapped his other hand around his own dick, getting off on the sight of him.

“Billy!” Steve doesn't think he can last much longer and hell, it's been ages since anything has even touched his dick. Is this a thing? Is this normal? He doesn't care. Not when Billy nails him in that spot again and he comes harder than he ever has in his life.

It's so good, his vision whites out and his ears are ringing. He's only distantly aware of Billy grunting overtop of him, pulling himself off in a quick orgasm as well, his spend joining Steve's on his chest.

Steve barely manages to get an arm around the blond after he more or less face plants into his shoulder, murmuring soft praise at how well he did, how beautiful he looked.

Steve presses a kiss to his boyfriends forehead when he eventually comes back to himself.

“We are absolutely doing that again.”

……….

Steve gets the chance to return the favour the next morning. They had optimistically set their alarm early the next day in anticipation of going to their first game. Since they no longer had to be there, Billy and Steve made the most of their time together.

Steve had been right. It wasn't all that different from fingering a girl, easier even because there weren't all these other bits and parts in the way.

He has Billy writhing and whining in his fingers in no time and when he licks around the weeping head of his dick while he's at it, it's game over.

Afterwards, they cuddle until Coach starts knocking on doors, getting everyone moving.

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It Happened One November - Part 21

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Max was practically skipping when she got in the car that night, her grin so big it honestly looked like it hurt.

“Good night?” He asked, just to see her blush. “I'm guessing Sinclair finally got his shit together?”

Max scoffed. “Please, I got tired of waiting. I kissed him!” She was playing it off like no big deal but her face was matching her hair right now so he figured he'd see how much redder he could make it.

“Nice, with tongue?”

“EW! BILLY! YOU'RE SO GROSS!” She leaned over the console so she could really pummel him as he cackled. “Ug, you're the absolute worst!”

“So do you like like him then? Wanna make him your boyfriend ?” He even threw in a few kissy sounds for good measure as they turned down Main Street toward home.

“Maybe… what about you? Did Steve like your present? Did you get a kiss?”

“Yeah, he liked it, and I got a whole lot more than a kiss. Steve put his mouth -”

“NOOOOO!” Max covered her ears and turned up the radio to maximum volume, blaring Van Halen as she screamed over the whole thing, “THAT'S MY BABYSITTER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!”

Billy just laughed and didn't try to talk to her again for the rest of the drive until he had to turn down the music when they pulled into their street.

“What did he give you, anyway?” Max asked as they pulled into the driveway and Billy just waggled his eyebrows at her to make her fake gag and roll her eyes.

“He gave me this,” he said and tossed the box with the earring into her lap.

“Damn, this is so nice! Is this a surfboard?” She asked, turning it over in her hands.

“Sure is,” he said, trying not to let on how touched he was by the whole thing. Max didn't need to know about the card and photos. He stopped her when she tried to give the box back. “Could you uh… pretend to give it to me at Christmas? So I can wear it, like, around the house?”

Neil would clock something like that at a hundred paces and rip it out of his goddamn ear if he so much as suspected he had received it from a boy.

The joy in Max’s eyes dimmed but she nodded, slipping the box into her pocket for safe keeping.

……….

Billy knew as soon as he stepped foot in the house that something was wrong. Neil was watching TV like always but told them Susan had already gone to bed. Max, the oblivious idiot, just chirped out a good night before disappearing into her room.

Billy knew better. He didn't know what had happened, what Neil had seen or heard, but something was coming, he could feel it in the air. It was better to face it head on than try to hide from it in his room. His room has never been a sanctuary for him.

So he took a seat on the opposite couch and stared at the TV as they listened to Max get ready for bed. They got through most of some movie Billy wouldn't be able to name if his life depended on it before it had been quiet for long enough that Neil assumed Max was asleep.

“I found your math test in your bedroom, William.” Neil started, cool as a cucumber.

Thank fucking god . Was all he could think for the rest of the night. Thank god he didn't know about Steve. No one had mentioned seeing them around town. Talking too often. Sitting too close.

As he curled up as small as he could manage with his bruised ribs in his bed that night, all he could think was how fucking lucky he was.

……….

Saturday morning dawned bright and early and he slipped out of the house before Neil got out of bed, the old man sleeping off his hangover.

He didn't really have a destination in mind when he got in the car, just anywhere Not Here.

Every breath was sending spikes of pain through his ribs and he could barely see out of his left eye and he was embarrassed at how slowly he was taking turns. People were going to think he was a responsible citizen or something at this rate but he couldn't go any faster.

After about 20 minutes of aimless driving, he found himself pulling onto Harrington’s street in Loch Nora.

Shit, it's hours before they are supposed to meet up. Not like he's in any shape for a workout today anyway.

And fuck, it would be so good to see him. To be touched with kindness right now. To talk to someone without them yelling at him.

Fuck it. Billy wants a goddamn hug.

He kicks his way out of the car, stomps up the driveway and rings the bell. It takes a couple rings before he hears movement. Fair enough, it's 8am on the first Saturday of Christmas break, he's probably asleep. If Billy was less of an asshole, he might come back later and let his boyfriend get his beauty rest but he 100% is that asshole so he just lays on the doorbell.

Finally, he hears the sounds of someone coming down the stairs and the door is thrown open to show his adorable boyfriend, all rumpled and grumpy, his hair plastered to one side of his face and completely wild on the other side. He's got the most handsome scowl on his face as he yells “What?!”

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he simpers, doing his best to give some bedroom eyes. The shiner makes it difficult but Steve is worth the effort.

“Billy? What the hell happened?” And he's being ushered into the house, through the entryway and gently coaxed onto the couch in the living room. He's careful sitting down but can't quite stop the hiss of pain as he sinks into the cushions.

“Got in a fight, you should see the other guy.” He gives one of his best devil may care smiles, the kind that was a little feral, that made everyone believe that he was just crazy enough to go picking fights at dive bars at 16 years old.

“Ha ha, very funny Billy,” his fingers are so soft on his face, angling his head toward the light so he can see the injury better. “Show me your ribs,”

“If you wanted to get me naked, you could have just asked,” he leered, impressed and annoyed that Steve had picked up on the other injuries hidden beneath his clothes.

“Oh baby, please, I am overcome with lust and need to see those beautiful titties.” He deadpans with his best bitchface. Billy can't help it, he bursts out laughing and instantly regrets it when his ribs start protesting.

“Ow, dude, don't make me laugh.” He wheezes and doesn't try to stop him when Steve eases his band t up over his stomach and hisses at the mottled black and blue of his torso.

“Shit, Billy, you need to go to the hospital. A couple of these look like they could be broken.”

“They're not, don't worry.” He assured, taking his hands in his and giving them a squeeze.

“Well how do you know that if you haven't been to the hospital?” He bitches back, running free hand through his hair.

“Not my first rodeo, dude.” And that's as close as Billy has ever come to admitting what happens behind closed doors in the Hargrove household.

“Billy,” Steve whispers, cradling his face so softly, like Billy is something precious, god he knows he came here for this but now it's happening it's a little overwhelming. “You get that's worse, right?”

“I know, dude, just… Do you have any ice packs?”

He doesn't, but he has a good collection of bagged frozen vegetables that he buries Billy's face and ribs under before tucking a blanket around him and handing him a coffee. He raises his eyebrow when he takes his first sip and tastes the liberal amount of whiskey in it. “Didn't know you were Irish?”

“Scottish and Italian mostly.”

Billy hums and they drink their spiked coffee in silence for a while before Steve loses his internal battle and asks “What really happened?”

“I don't wanna talk about it.” Fuck, did he not want to talk about it. Talking about it never helped. Fuck what if this is what finally makes Steve realize that he can do better? That Billy really is just some white trash faggot who's father smacks him around. What if Neil is right and he is a worthless sack of fairy shit?

“Please, Billy?” Steve sets his coffee on the table and turns to face him fully. “I just - you were totally fine last night! And I know your dad doesn't let you out past midnight and it must have been like 11 by the time you and Max got home last night. So there's really only one place this could have happened… You can tell me, Billy. I could help you?”

“Fucking…” Fuck. Billy surges to his feet. Can't sit still for this. Needs to be up, to be moving, to see an unblocked path to the door. Not that that's ever helped him before. Escape is only ever temporary. “What do you want me to say? We both know what's happening here, talking about it won't change shit!”

“Your dad did this to you, right?” And Steve is standing now too but at least he's not trying to get his hands on him.

“Maybe he did? The fuck are you gunna do about it?” He yelled, continuing his pacing.

“We tell Hopper! And he gets arrested!” Steve yells back.

“Yeah? And then what? Best case scenario, Neil goes to jail for a couple months, maybe a couple years. And you know what happened to me? I go into the system! And no one wants a teenager, Steve! Especially not a gay one! And the ones who would want me, trust me, no one wants them! So no, I become a ward of the state and end up in a fucking group home!” Yeah, Neil had painted a pretty clear picture of exactly how trapped Billy really was.

“But, no one would know you're gay!” Exclaimed Steve, like that was even the biggest part of that equation. “No one but us and Max knows, right? Shit! Does he do this to Max too?”

And suddenly, the wind was blown out of his sails and Billy flopped back down on the couch. “No, never, Neil doesn't believe in hitting women. And… Neil knows… about me. It's why we had to leave California. And he said… he said he would make sure it came out in any trial I brought him to.”

Steve waffled a bit, like he wasn't sure he was allowed before he sat back done on the far end of the couch and offered his hand to hold. Smart guy, Billy probably would have punched him if he had gone in for a hug right now.

“... What do you mean you had to leave California?” Steve whispered, still offering his hand.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Images of that night flashed before his eyes in beautiful, bloody snapshots. Does he tell him? Will that make him finally understand why they have to be so secretive? Why their code is so important? Why he can never show up unannounced at his house?

“Fuck it. I'm going to tell you and then we are never going to mention it again, got it?” Steve nodded and Billy finally reached out and took the offered hand. He was going to need it.

“Last summer… Neil caught me and Alex the night we took each other's virginity.” his voice is barely a whisper and Steve has to shuffle closer to hear.

“I'm guessing that's not Alexandra?”

“Alejandro, Alejandro Ramirez.” And despite everything that had happened, he still smiled a little when he thought of him. He had been the first boy he had been brave enough to kiss. He remembered long days on the beach, surfing and then long nights as well, around a bonfire with their friends, laughing and drinking. It had been the best summer of his life… until it wasn't.

“We had been hooking up for a few months. Santa Monica isn't like here, there were a few other gay couples who were out and we could be a bit more public about things. And it was a bigger town, not like here where everyone knows everything about everybody. Anyway, we were shacked up in the lifeguard hut and Alex was balls deep when Neil tracked me down.

“Max had let it slip where I was, she was joking about it being where all the kids go to hook up. She just didn't realize that Alex was a boy.

“Anyway, Neil found us and ended up putting me in the hospital for three days. Broke my face, my ribs, a few fingers. Doctors said I had a wicked concussion and some internal bleeding too, but I don't remember that.” Billy didn't even notice he was crying again until Steve reached out to wipe a few tears away.

“Holy shit… what about Alex?” whispers Steve

“Fucker ran as soon as Neil threw the first punch. Haven't seen him since. He didn't call or try to visit me in the hospital.” And Billy is full on sobbing now as Steve pulls him into his chest, still being so careful of his bruises.

“What happened next?” He hushes, softly petting his hair and fuck it feels so fucking good .

“Neil told the doctors that I got mugged. But they're not stupid and it wasn't the first time I'd been in there. Wasn't the first time Neil tried to - to teach me a lesson . The cops and CPS were sniffing around so Neil checked me out early and we basically packed up in the middle of the night and left. He figured, small town like this, bunch of bible thumping, god fearing folk would steer me straight.

“Jokes on you dad!” He screamed to the ceiling, “I turned the fucking Hicksville Golden Boy into a fucking queer, just like me! Now we're all going to hell!”

Steve chuckles before reeling him back in, tucking Billy's tear stained face into his neck and rubbing his back. “Please, you didn't turn me anything, that's not how that works.”

“You sure? Before I came along you were King Steve, star basketball player, and devoted boyfriend of one Priss Pants Nancy Wheeler.” He's joking, but a small part of him worries that by being with him, he's ruining Steve's life.

“Yeah, who daydreamed about kissing Jonathan Byers. You're not my first gay crush, you're just the first one who took me up on it.” Steve teased back and oh yeah, Billy had forgotten about that. “And don't call her that! You've seen her with a rifle, she's a badass, not a priss.”

“Yeah, not gonna lie, that was hot as hell.” Billy snickered through his tears, burying himself deeper into his boyfriends embrace.

“You don't even like girls,” he teased back.

“I'd be willing to make an exception. But only if she brought the gun.” Steve threw back his head and laughed, so Billy continued. “You're invited too pretty boy, I know she's exactly your type. Any girl and people you've had life threatening experiences with, right?”

They giggle and cry and hold each other for a little longer before Steve guides him into a soft kiss and rests their foreheads together.

“Thank you for telling me.” He murmurs, trapping Billy with his stupid puppy dog eyes. “I know I can't always protect you the way I want to, that trying would put you in more danger. But… come to me after? Let me take care of you in that way? Please? I just… want to make sure that you're…” And he's begging him, begging to help, to comfort Billy, to be there for him when no one else ever is, not even Max.

“Yeah, I can do that.” he whispers.

“Thank you,” and Billy can taste his relief when he pulls him into another kiss. “And I'm going to keep trying, just so you know. To think of a way to get you out of there. Without any murder, or kidnapping, or group homes.”

This fucking guy. Billy has known that he was trapped since the first time CPS had visited him in his hospital room when he was 11. Since Neil had explained exactly what happens to little boys in foster care. But fuck, a part of him wanted Steve to be right.

“Okay.” He whispers and presses forward for another kiss.

………

They veg out on the couch for the rest of the morning until the kids come by after lunch.

They proudly present Steve with both shirts and he of course immediately puts on the World's Best Mom one. They've all signed it and there are little drawings of basketballs and baseball bats across the back. And glitter… so much glitter that he's shedding all over everything.

Turns out the kids had also got Billy the new Motley Crue cassette so he gets their stuff from the car. Little toys that they immediately start playing with, running around the house and generally causing a mess.

At one point as he's helping Steve prepare snacks for the kids (apple slices and peanut butter, the fucking mom) Steve asks why he's not wearing his new earring and he has to tell him about his plan to pretend it was from Max. That has him making sad eyes at him so he yells “what do you mean you think Luke Skywalker would lose a fight with Spock” and watches as the nerds descend on him.

It's as he's pulling on his hat, scarf and gloves (still the black ones that Steve gave him) and already dreading the cold while waiting for Max to say her goodbyes that Steve stops him.

“Here,” he roots around in the hall closet before producing a black ski jacket. “I appreciate the commitment, but it's too cold for you to be going around in just my letterman jacket.”

“I'm not a fucking charity case, Harrington.” He scoffs, crossing his arms.

“Obviously,” Steve rolls his eyes and pushes the coat into Billy's hands. “I just… it's a hug right? And I want it to be a warm one… plus it's really hot… seeing you in my stuff.”

And shit, now they're both blushing, not that Billy can admit that though. So he sighs all put upon before slipping the black coat over the letterman jacket. And shit, it must be one of those high tech microfiber what the fuck ever ones because he's sweating pretty much as soon as he does it up. Fuck and it even smells like him. It's fucking perfect.

“Thanks dude,” he murmurs, offering his fist up for Steve to bump. That's all the time they get before Max is bouncing around the corner in her new shades (Steve had given them to her, they were bright red and clashed with her hair and Max had called them lame but had also refused to take them off all day).

She takes one look at the two of them before shaking her head like they're the dumbest people on the planet. “Yeah, that's not going to work. Give me one too.”

“What?”

“The coat, mouth breathers, give me one too.”

Damn, he knew there was a reason he liked her, the kid was smart. If they both come back sporting Harrington coats, they might get shit for making themselves look poor, but no one would question beyond that.

Steve seemed to have figured that out too because he tells them to wait while he goes down into the basement and comes back up with one of those huge tubs that rich people store their ‘seasonal’ clothes in.

“Alright, gremlins! I'm donating this stuff to the church over break, but I figure you guys can have first stab at it.” And he opens it to reveal a bunch of kids' winter gear.

The kids descend on the tub like vultures, coats and hats and mittens flying everywhere. Max emerges a couple minutes later kitted out in a bright green ski jacket, blue hat with floppy ear things and a yellow scarf and mitts. With the red hair and shades she looks like a walking, snarking, rainbow. Jesus, how are they related? Oh right, they aren't.

………

Christmas goes as well as it ever does at the Hargrove - Mayfield house. Billy's dad seemed to be filled with Christmas spirit or some shit and didn't even look at him funny.

The coats go over fine when Max tells them her friend's older brother was getting rid of old stuff and she had kitted herself out and grabbed the black coat for Billy when she saw it in the bin. And fuck is it a nice coat. Not only does it smell like Steve but it's warm . Even when he goes out for a smoke, Billy stays downright cosy, all wrapped up in the hat and scarf and coat and Steve . When he wears it, he feels himself unclench, like he finally stops shivering for the first time since they got here.

His new earring was a comforting weight as well, brushing the side of his jaw when he turned his head. He’s taken to running his hand down it when his dad went on his dinner time rants about… everything really. The weather, the government, the new age hippies, the ‘gay agenda’.

On new years day, he and Max head over to Steve's place for a celebration. The gathering goes all day and in the afternoon, the kids convince him and Steve to make a character for their nerd game. Billy asks what the coolest ‘class’ is and that sparks a controversy but they eventually settle on a rogue for Billy and a cleric for Steve since that one has the most ‘mom vibes’.

“So what are you going to call your character?”

“Uh, Billy?” He says at the same time Steve says “Uh, Steve?”

“You can't use your own name!” Grouses Mike.

“Fine, William then.”

“Yeah, and I'll be Stephen, but with a ‘PH’”

“No, we already have Will the Wise, we can't have a Will and a William!” Dustin is telling him, but he's using his condescending voice so he absolutely has to fuck with him.

“Alright then, you can call me Billiam! Billiam the Charmer! Handsome rogue and ladies man!”

“Billiam?!” Screeches Mike and Dustin both of them looking mortally offended so obviously he doesn't budge on the Billiam choice, no matter how high pitched their complaining gets.

While they had been arguing about that, Steve was being peer pressured by the girls into making his character also a girl.

“Please, mom! We need a strong female role model in the game! There's never any badass women around for us to look up to.”

“But… I'm not a badass woman… and what are you talking about? You have Nancy and Mrs. Byers!”

“Neither of them are playing! We need more girls! Please!”

“Please, Steve?” And El is breaking out the puppy dog eyes and Steve folds immediately. And thus, Vie the Protector was born.

Billy will absolutely never admit it to anyone even on his deathbed but the game is kind of fun. Billy seduces the bar wench (“Bar wench? Seriously? I see why you were worried about the lack of girls if that's the language they're using here.” “That's what I've been saying!”) who turns out to be a spy for the evil king or whatever but after making sweet, sweet, imaginary love to her, (“EW! BILLY! YOU'RE SO GROSS!”) she tells him about a secret entrance to the castle.

They don't get much further than that by the time Nancy and Jonathan arrive and they pack it up and move on to the party part of the night. Billy tries not to let on how invested in the story he is. He's only so successful.

‘Party’ would be a generous description of what the rest of the night entails. Objectively, this is the lamest party he has been to since he discovered alcohol. There's no keg. The guests include a gaggle of literal children and their mother. Hell, the fucking Chief even shows up, not to bust them, but as a guest!

He still has a blast.

The teenagers all sneak vodka into their sodas and he, Jonathan and Steve sneak out to the woods to share a joint. They're not fooling anyone, Joyce and Hopper definitely know but don't say anything. Joyce even claims to have seen a skunk when Will asks what the smell is.

Billy gives Dustin and Mike a half shot of vodka each when they beg hard enough for it and then laughs when they spit it out. Steve is not amused when he walks into the kitchen to see that the fuss is. That just makes Billy laugh harder.

They sing and dance with the kids who have set up karaoke in the living room. Steve has a surprisingly good voice and does a sexy as hell rendition of Don't You Want Me.

The second best part is when Steve and Billy manage to conveniently be in the kitchen getting everyone drink refills when the final countdown happens. Steve pulls him into a passionate kiss that leaves him a little light headed as everyone cheers in the other room.

The absolute best part comes later when all the kids are rolled up in sleeping bags in the living room. They don't have enough guest rooms for all the teenagers and adults so Billy gets to kick up a fuss about having to bunk down with Steve.

“You better not snore, dude!” He complains as he follows Steve into the plaid monstrosity he calls a bedroom.

As soon as he closes the door, he's being pushed up against it and kissed within an inch of his life.

“No promises, dude.” He murmured before tugging on his hands to lead him to the bed.

It's late, they're drunk and high, Hopper is in the next room, and they don't dare to trade more than lazy kisses as they fall asleep in each other's arms.

Yup, this was definitely a lame party by high school standards. But as he snuggles closer into where Steve is a line of heat along his back, he knew there was no where he would rather be.

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It Happened One November - Part 20

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A/N: More NSFW, look away little eyes, look away!

The week leading up to the winter break was one of the best of his life.

It feels like Billy is everywhere at school and every time they so much as pass each other in the hall, the blonde is offering his fist out for a bump.

As it turns out, Billy was constantly thinking about kissing him, holding his hand, showing him affection. And he was only waiting for a chance to show him in a way that wouldn't get them both ostracized.

Steve is a blushing mess for most of the day on Monday when it seems like every two seconds, he's being offered a fist bump, and being called dude.

He didn't even have to be talking to Billy for him to be reaching out. He didn't even think Billy knew he was there when he came across him deep in conversation with Ben Stone, their power forward, Billy didn't even pause his conversation, just offered his fist as Steve walked by.

And it's the stupidest thing, but damn does it give Steve the warm and fuzzies. To know just how much of Billy's thoughts were consumed by him.

He also had to admit that the jacket swap was doing more for him than he realized. It was the exact same jacket that every other jock in school wore, but where Steve had had his since his freshman year, Billy's was only a couple months old. Even without the heady scent of Billy's cologne, he would have known instantly that this wasn't his jacket. Same as he instantly recognized that the one hugging his boyfriends shoulders undoubtedly was .

……..

The kids are all gearing up for their Snowball on Friday and Steve spends a very long afternoon one day at the department store over in Hillcrest helping the boys choose their outfits. He only barely talks Dustin down from a brown and green tie dye dress shirt which should frankly be labelled a danger to society.

The big night finally comes and he goes over to help Dustin with his hair and they do a fantastic job if does say so himself. The kid looks like a million bucks and is grinning ear to ear when he drops him off at the school.

He only has to wait a few minutes before the Camaro makes its usual dramatic entrance, blaring exhaust and rock music. Max gives him a wink and a knowing look when she gets out of the car before running into the school with a wave.

“What was that about?” He asks as Billy drops into his passenger seat, exchanging quick fist bumps that even after a week still make him smile.

“She uh… may have found out about us?” Billy winces, refusing to meet his eye.

“Holy shit! And you're ok with that?” He is astonished, this whole time Billy has been harping on him for keeping this a secret from everyone and now he's the one that let something slip? He doesn't know if he should be mad or not. He's leaning toward not.

“She umm… sort of already knew? About me? Since California.” Billy still isn't meeting his gaze so Steve reaches over and gives him a comforting squeeze on the leg. “I asked her for help picking out a gift for this guy I like and she immediately assumed it was you.”

Now Steve can't help but laugh as he puts the car in gear and pulls them out onto the road. “Smart kid, not like her brother.”

“Step brother,” he corrects like always but it's not nearly as vehement as usual. In fact, it's downright fond.

Steve drives them back to his place and they are barely through the door before Billy is pressing him up against the wall, running his teeth up the side of his neck before diving straight into a deep, all consuming kiss.

“Wait, don't you want your present, dude?” He asks when Billy finally releases him for air, moving back down to trail kisses along his neck again.

“Hmmm… I'm unwrapping it right now, dude.” He murmurs as he slowly starts lifting Steve's shirt.

“God, you're such a dork sometimes.” He laughs, batting his hands away. “Dude, come on, it's upstairs in my room.”

Billy reluctantly pulls back to waggle his eyebrows at him and Steve laughs before grabbing the other guy's hand and tugging him along, up the stairs and into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them.

“Wow, so this is where the magic happens, huh Harrington?” Billy is wandering around the room, poking through his belongings and generally being nosy. “It looks like the Sears catalogue threw up in here. Why is there so much plaid? And what's with this car man?”

“Shut up dude, my mom picked most of this stuff.” Steve scoffed as he dug around in his desk drawer for what he was looking for.

Billy flopped down on the bed. “Whatever nerd, let's just keep the lights off when we boink so I don't have to look at all this -oof!”

Steve had taken a flying leap to tackle the loud mouth onto the bed and made sure he landed right on top of him, “Shut up about the room or you're not getting lucky at all tonight and I'll take your present back!”

“Fine! Uncle! Off!” He wheezed, coughing dramatically when Steve rolled off him and into a seated position, hugging one leg to his chest. Billy also sat up and started making grabby hands at Steve's pants, “now lemme unwrap my present.”

Steve laughed and swatted his hands away before shoving the small velvet box and attached card at him.

“An engagement ring? Steven, this is so sudden!” He trilled, clutching both items to his chest like a freaking dork.

“Just open in, idiot.” He scoffed, doing his best to play it cool, like he didn't care if he liked it or not. Meanwhile his heart was in his throat as Billy tore into the envelope first.

“‘Dear Billy, I want to suck your dick’” the other boy mocked and Steve threw a pillow at him, making him laugh before he actually started reading it and went silent.

Steve had agonized over what to write for hours over the last couple weeks. He knew that Billy didn't have a lot of money so he hadn't wanted to get him anything too extravagant, but he'd be damned if the card wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever written. At this point he could recite it in his sleep:

Dear Billy

The last two months have been some of the happiest of my life. Being with you is like being with the sun, bright and cheerful and hot like burning. I didn't even realize how dark and lonely my life had been until you came in to light it up.

You have not only saved my life, but made it a thousand times better. Every day that I spend with you is a gift so I hope that you'll wear this one and it'll make you smile as much as you make me smile every time I think of you.

I hope you also like the pictures, I think they really captured how much I care for you.

Yours Steve

Steve watches as the small, private smile bloomed on the other teens lips. Watches as his eyes become a little glossy and his fingers tremble ever so slightly when he reaches back into the envelope and pulls out the polaroids. They are all from their babysitting date with Max and El the day of the snowball fight.

El had given them to him the following Sunday when it was just the two of them, whispering ‘privacy’ as she pressed them into his hands. And he could see why they should be kept private.

On the surface, there was nothing romantic about most of them, just two dudes having fun in the snow with their sisters (he even had included one of the group shots from the end and one of just Billy and Max). Until you looked closer and you could practically see the heart eyes they were both sporting whenever they looked at each other.

His favourites were the one where Billy had tackled him and they were both on the ground, laughing, and close enough to kiss. That and the one from the kitchen, making grilled cheeses. They are wound around each other seamlessly, Billy has his head thrown back in a laugh and Steve is just gazing at him with the most love sick puppy dog eyes he ever did see.

“Steve, these are -” starts Billy, looking up somehow both adoringly and heartbroken.

“They're for your secret pocket collection,” he says, jumping off the bed to grab the jacket from where it's draped over the back of his desk chair. “I know you can't like, display most of those but you could keep them with the other stuff here.”

“Okay,” he whispers, and damn, he's actually got tears in his eyes as he separates the photos out, tucking away the couples ones into the jacket along with the card itself. When he looks back up, Steve is holding the camera he had borrowed from El.

“There was one more that I wanted to take with you.” This was a risk, what Steve wanted to do. But he couldn't deny it was something that he wanted desperately. “Could we take a photo of us? Together? Kissing?”

“Steve, that's not-”

“I know, I know, it's a bad idea! But we could keep them hidden, in your secret pocket and here in my room? No one but me comes in here, it would be safe.” and Steve’s words are all tripping over each other, he's so eager for this. Wants to have that picture and keep it framed on his bedside so it's the last thing he sees before bed every night, so he can look at it when nightmares drag him out of sleep. But tucked away in his bedside table is the next best thing.

“Okay,” Steve can barely hear Billy's whisper and he's looking down at the other photos in his hand. “Okay, take the picture.”

They take a couple, some of them smiling, some with silly faces, but Steve's favourite is the two with them kissing. It's sweet and hot and sexy and tender all at once and Steve places one in his bedside table while Billy tucks the other carefully into his jacket pocket with the other damning photos.

“Ok, now open the box!” He says, jumping back onto the bed. Shit he is nailing this gift giving thing.

“Steve, this was already more than enough -”

“Don't be silly! I didn't spend very much on it, I promise, and it's small! I just saw it and thought of you.” Billy opens up the box revealing a single earring. It's a silver stud with a long, thin, silver surfboard dangling down from it. “I remembered that story you told me, on our first real date, about learning to surf and how much you loved it. So I thought this could remind you of something you love when you're sad.”

Billy looks between the earring clutched in his hand, to Steve, to the earring again before launching himself at Steve, pinning him to the bed and kissing him stupid.

“Do you like it?” He pants into the other boy's mouth, politely ignoring the fact that the kiss is a little wetter than it should be, suffused with salty tears.

“Fuck you Harrington, I love it.” He licks his way back into Steve's mouth, trying to express with actions what he can't say with words. Billy's shrugging out of his shirt so Steve uses the opportunity to strip his own polo over his head. He barely has it over his head before Billy pounces again.

They kiss for a while longer until Billy finally rolls off with a groan. “Ug, my gift is so lame now,”

“I'm sure I'll love it, dude,” he murmurs, pulling him back into another kiss.

“Here, take it.” and Steve splutters away from the box that's being shoved into his face. “Open it first, then the fucking card.” Billy mutters, also throwing the card into his face.

“My boyfriend, so romantic.” he teases, already carefully unwrapping the small package.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you. This whole thing is giving me hives.” mutters Billy, reaching out to fiddle with a loose thread in the covers, clearly needing something to keep his fingers busy.

Steve grins and he uncovers the little cassette tape, the track list written on the case in Billy's precise handwriting. “You made me a mixtape?” he asks, not even trying to hide how cute he thinks that is.

“Just… read the card.” Billy mutters, shoving it back into his hands. So he does.

Steve

This is absolutely the lamest thing I have ever made so you better fucking appreciate this.

Track 1 - Rock You Like a Hurricane - this is the song that was playing the first time I laid eyes on you. It was my first day at school and right when I get out of my car, bam , there was the hottest fucking guy I'd ever seen…

He's laid out all 8 tracks on the tape with little stories of their life together. Careless Whisper was the song that was playing at the diner on their first date. I Was Made For Lovin You had come on the radio when he got in the car after their first kiss. Gimme Gimme Gimme was there from when Steve had sang it to him in the car after one of their practices.

Not all of them are cute. Rocket by Def Leppard is on there as the song he likes to play when he's touching himself, thinking about Steve. And Madonna’s Like a Virgin also makes an appearance as the song he's planning on playing the first time he makes love to Steve's ‘sweet, juicy ass’, which makes him laugh.

It's the perfect mix of corny, sweet, funny, and gross and together it's just so quintessentially Billy that Steve just knows this is the tape that he's going to be playing every time he gets in the car. Not because he likes all the songs but because it'll remind him of this night, and how much they mean to one another. How much they care for one another, and how much they wanted to show it.

Steve grins as he jumps out of bed and rushes across the room.

“What? Where are you going?” Calls Billy, a nervous edge to his voice as he moves to get off the bed. “It's not that bad right? I can make you a different one?”

Steve chuckles as he ejects Tears for Fears from his boombox and pops the new mixtape in, the opening riff of the Scorpions ringing through the room. “No way, dude. This is perfect!” He insists, pushing Billy back down into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, slipping down between his legs until he's on his knees, staring up at the blonde. “And this is absolutely the soundtrack I want for when I blow you the first time.”

“Wha-” Billy’s eyes are rapidly darkening as he takes in the view of his boyfriend on his knees before him.

Steve reaches up to run his hands along those sinfully tight jeans, massaging his thighs as he gets closer and closer to his centre. “You keep talking about how good it is every time we fool around. I wanna try it. Wanna see how you feel. How you taste.” He takes his time undoing the other guys button, slowly dragging down the zipper before leaning forward to press a kiss to the skin revealed.

Billy lifted his hips just enough for him to slide the jeans down to around his ankles and Steve felt his mouth going dry when he saw that his boyfriend had once again skipped underwear.

“See something you like, pretty boy?” Smirked Billy, he was leaning back on his hands, tilting his hips just so and spreading his legs even further so Steve had an unobstructed view of his boyfriends… everything .

Steve didn't try to stop himself as he reached out and ran a tentative hand up and down his length. They were of a similar length, Steve probably a little longer, Billy a little thicker, same as with everything else really.

This was Steve's first time getting a close look though, in the showers and in the car it was always hot and fast and pressed together. Now as he was faced with Billy in all his naked glory, he was a little intimidated and wasn't sure exactly how to go about this.

“I've never actually done this before.” He admits, reaching his other hand forward to play with Billy's balls. They are impossibly soft and delicate as he rolls them in his palm, enjoying the blonde's pleased hum.

“We don't have to if you don't want to?” Billy offers, shifting his weight to one hand so he can card the other softly through Steve's hair a few times. Steve tilts his face so he can press a soft kiss to his palm before shuffling closer. His own jeans are starting to feel a little too tight.

“I want to!” He assures the other, pressing kisses up his thigh. “Tell me how?” He shoots Billy a shy look through his lashes that has the other teen cursing.

“Fuck, yeah dude, baby, Steve, I can do that.” The hand in his hair becomes a little tighter, pulling him in close. “Just start slow, just lick, kiss, whatever, anything.”

Steve allows the hold on his hair to guide him, nosing in where Billy is most sensitive. He smells a little different here, stronger, saltier, but still like his usual cologne.

He gives him a tentative lick up the side of his member, allowing his tongue to trace the thick vein running up the length of it. Huh, mostly just tastes like skin, not that different from kissing anywhere else on a body.

He gains some confidence, trailing his tongue up and down, peppering in soft kisses, seeing what feels good and what gets a reaction from the blonde.

It doesn't take long for a bead of pre-cum to form at the very tip and Steve gives that a tentative lick as well. It's salty and kind of gross, but like in a sexy way? Honestly the taste isn't all that different from eating out a girl.

Feeling encouraged, he finally takes the whole tip in his mouth, giving it a little suck and then circling his tongue around it like he would a clit.

“Fucking hell!”

Steve grins and keeps doing what he's doing, purposely letting drool drip out of his mouth, letting that ease the slide of his hand as he slowly pumps that up and down, still gently rolling Billy's balls in his other hand.

This is kind of fun, he thinks to himself as he closes his eyes, sinking into the feelings and sounds of Billy slowly losing it above him.

He decides to try bobbing his head up and down like he's had girls do to him. But it's hard to keep the suction and licking up when he does that and ends up trying to take too much, making himself gag. Ok, that part is not so fun… maybe that's why girls don't always like this?

He tries a couple more times but it's not as fun and Billy doesn't make as many noises anymore so he gives that up and goes back to focusing on the head, letting his hands take care of the rest.

Hell yeah, Billy is panting and swearing above him, whispering how good he is at this, how good he's going to make him feel when it's his turn. Steve moans when Billy accidentally yanks on his hair after a hard suck which makes him accidentally graze the younger guy with his teeth which in turn makes Billy moan louder and another sharp taste of pre-cum explodes on his tongue.

“Yeah, Stevie baby, you like it when I pull your hair?” Billy pants, giving it another tug. Steve's mouth is a little busy so he just hums his encouragement. “Wanna know a secret, sweetheart?” And now he's moaning all over again at the endearment. “Well, sweetheart ,” he practically purrs in his ear, “I kinda like a little danger, makes me all hot, so be careful, but don't be too shy with those teeth baby.”

Jesus Christ, why was he surprised. Fighting demodogs was basically foreplay for this guy, of course he likes a little danger in the bedroom.

He doesn't overdo it, just stops trying not to touch him with his teeth and every time they lightly graze the other boy he gasps and tightens his hold on Steve's hair. It's not long before he's stuttering out a warning.

“Fuck, Steve, sweetheart, might wanna pull back, I'm gunna -”

And screw that! This is Steve's first blowjob, he wants to see this through! So instead of pulling off, he locks his lips around the head and gives it a hard suck, hollowing his cheeks with it and Billy is coming in his mouth with a cry.

Steve downs the first swallow no problem, but then it keeps going and he's gagging and coughing on it, letting it drip out down his chin and onto the floor. He has enough presence of mind to keep up the strokes of his hand while he pulls away and watches more cum shoot out of the other boy, painting Steve's bare chest and neck in white stripes. He only stops when Billy grabs his wrist with a curse.

“Was that? Was it good?” He asks, feeling weirdly shy for someone who just had a dick in their mouth.

“Stevie, baby, that was fucking perfect.” Whispered Billy, reverently running his thumb through the mess on his chin before bringing it to his own mouth and giving it a lick, eyes rolling back in his head a little.

Billy savored the taste for a second before he was moving, hoisting Steve up under the arms and onto the bed, fast enough that he bounces. The blond wasted no time before plastering himself to Steve's side, drawing them as close together as he could and sinking his hand into his hair before giving him a deep kiss. He licked up the mess of spit and spend from his chin, alternating between that and soft kisses until it was all cleaned up and he started making his way down Steve's body.

Steve gasped when he sucked a very obvious hickey into the base of his neck, licking over it before moving on to taking small nips along his collar bone. He cursed when Billy sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before worrying it with his teeth. Steve was grasping at his hair, his shoulder, his arm, trying to find anything to hold on to as Billy played his body like a fiddle, getting him keyed up and tense, flexing his abs as Billy ran his tongue down them.

Fuck , Steve was already hard from before and if Billy kept this up it was going to be over before it even started. Not that he was complaining.

“Billy!” He cried out when the blonde started mouthing at the tent in his jeans, reaching up to lightly pinch both nipples as he did so and sending an electric shock through his whole body.

“You like that baby? You like my mouth on your cock? My hands all over your body?” He raked his nails down his whole torso, leaving red lines in their wake and Steve cried out, head thrown back. “Yeah baby, lemme finish unwrapping my present, got one last one for you too.”

The mouth on this guy! Steve is so lucky.

Billy takes his time devesting Steve of his jeans. He works them down just past his ass before burying his nose in his boxer clad junk, inhaling deeply and then mouthing around where he's straining against the material, getting everything sticky and wet with spit and pre-cum, the slick material feeling fantastic against his over sensitive dick.

Then he tugs the whole mess of jeans, boxers, socks and belt down all the way and off, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. And Steve expects him to dive right in, the way he's looking at him like he wants to eat him alive. But no, he starts at his ankle, giving it a soft kiss before moving up his calf and giving that a bite.

He's methodical as he works his way back up his body, stopping at places Steve had no idea were that sensitive to press open mouth kisses until finally, finally! He licks a long stripe up the side of his length before making direct eye contact, tossing him a wink and then swallowing him down to the root.

“Holy fucking shit!” It's only the muscled arm that Billy had draped across his hips that stops Steve from thrusting up even further into that sudden tight, wet, heat. The blond adds his other arm and drapes himself across Steve's thighs, completely pinning him to the bed before he goes to town.

Holy hell! This was definitely not Billy's first time. He was moaning as he was swallowing him all the way down, deep into his throat like it was nothing. The hot constricting pressure as he swallowed around the intrusion had Steve seeing stars.

“Jesus Christ!” He cried out as Billy came up for air with a little pop.

“Nope, told you before, the J man upstairs is not invited to this party.” Billy teased, his voice ragged, and Steve’s laugh turns into a yell as Billy uses his tongue to circle his swollen head a few times and diving back in.

“Billy, please I'm not gonna last!” Steve warns, tugging back on his hair. It's almost too good, the way he's making him feel and he was already keyed up from when it was him with his mouth full.

Billy just moans harder and the vibrations from his throat echoing down his length has Steve shooting off with a surprised cry.

Of course the bastard doesn't spill a drop, swallowing the whole mess down and continuing to suck on him softly until he's completely spent and flopping back against the pillows.

Billy it seems isn't done though because then he's up and straddling his hips, his own length already hard again in his hands, he gives it a few furious strokes, his eyes taking in Steve spread out before him.

God, his boyfriend was the hottest guy on the face of the planet. Every muscle was tensed and glistening in the lamplight as he brought himself to completion, tongue licking along his bottom lip like he was still imagining the taste of him in his mouth.

Billy came with a grunt, his cum streaking across Steve's chest as he sat back on his heels, one hand reaching out to spread the mess around, rub it into his skin. Shit, why was that so hot?

Steve reached out and pulled his boyfriend down into his arms, pressing sloppy kisses to his cheek and he held him close, basking in the afterglow. Until…

‘I made it through the wilderness

Somehow I made it through ’

They both burst out laughing as Madonna continued to croon at them from across the room.

………….

They stayed in the bed as long as they could, trading kisses and whispered jokes. Eventually the time came for them to pick up the kids from their dance so they took a fast shower, keeping the groping to a minimum so they wouldn't miss any curfews.

They were one of the last ‘parents’ to show up and get their kid so the parking lot was dark and empty enough that Steve risked leaning over and pressing a kiss to Billy's temple before he got out to the car.

“We still on for tomorrow?” He asked.

The smile Billy gave him was one of his quiet private ones. The kind he only ever saw when they were alone and he reached over to give his hand a squeeze.

“Tomorrow, pretty boy.”

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It Happened One November - Part 19

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A/N: Mildly NSFW, minors avert your eyes or whatever

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It's a normal Wednesday afternoon, and he and Max are just back from their patrol. They never find anything but last time it took a year for the thing to come back so Billy's not really surprised. Besides, he's started to like the one on one time with Max. Mostly they rip on the people they see around town and insult the music on the radio, occasionally taking snipes at each other but not in the way they used to. Shit at this point he might even call her his friend.

What was the world coming to?

Anyway, he was in his room, ostensibly to work on his English essay but really he's rereading all the notes Steve keeps leaving in his locker. He unfolds the one from this morning, the drawing is of the sun with some clouds around it and the message is the sappiest one yet. ‘You are the best part of every day - S’. It's the cheesiest shit he's ever seen and it has him grinning like a fucking loon, he so happy about it.

He's folding it away when his walkie goes off. “Gold Leader to Blondie, come in Blondie, over.”

“Blondie?” He can hear the kids all yacking away from Max’s room most nights and he's heard the all hands messages in the mornings, usually when someone had a nightmare and needs to hear the roll call to make sure everyone was alright (fuck, these kids needed therapy) but this was the first time someone had tried to contact him directly.

“What do you want, Henderson?”

“Dude! You're supposed to use codenames! And you're supposed to say ‘over’ when you're done with your message, over.”

“Nope, not happening, and you better come up with a better codename for me than ‘Blondie’” he's just fucking with the kid, mostly. Henderson and Wheeler are the easiest to get all riled up.

“Uuug, you're the worst!” Billy grins, too easy. “Fine! I need help picking out a Christmas present for Steve! What do you think I should get him? Over”

“How the fuck should I know?” Shit! What did Henderson know? Had he seen something?

“Uuh, because you're his best friend, duh?” And fuck, here comes the goofy grin again, he can feel it. Steve told Henderson that Billy was his best friend. What is he, 12? Why is this effecting him? “So what should I get him? Over.”

“I don't fucking know, Henderson, make him a drawing out of macaroni, isn't that what little kids give their mothers?” He can practically feel the frustration pouring off the kid through the radio, it's great.

“Why are we friends with you again? Over.” He huffs.

“Cause I'm good with an axe.” Is his immediate smug response.

“Fine! Yes! You're good with an axe. Will you take us to the store on Friday? The only other person we know with a car is Steve and obviously he can't take us. Over.”

He's already planning on doing it but just to be a dick he asks “What's in it for me?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you did the right thing? Over.”

Billy just blows a raspberry into the walkie.

“Oh my god, fine! I'd own you one! A favour of your choosing to be cashed in whenever you want.”

“You got yourself a deal, Henderson.” He had no idea what favour he could possibly need from the twerp but it's always good to have people in his dept. “Meet me at my car after school on Friday. Don't be late or I'm leaving without you.”

“Yes! Roger that! Over and out!”

“Fucking nerds.” Billy had never said that with more affection in his life.

The conversation did get him thinking though, what should he get Steve? Should he even get him anything? He'd never had a full on relationship before but in the movies and stuff they always exchanged gifts. Shit, Steve's family was loaded, there was nothing that Billy could get him that he couldn't just buy for himself. And even if he thought of something, he had no money to buy it with.

“Fuuuck.”

He thinks about it for the rest of the week. He drives the kids three towns over to where they have a single department store because Hawkins remains the fucking worst and does some browsing himself, getting something for Neil and Susan. He's had a new skateboard tucked away for Max for a few weeks to replace the one he broke so she's all set. He even picks up a couple little trinkets for the rest of the kids. But he still can't find anything for Steve.

The kids are successful at least, they pooled their funds and got him two shirts, one for the band Wham! And one that says ‘Worlds Best Mom.’ with plans to personalize it before they give it to him. Its fucking funny and Billy can't wait to see his face when he opens it. The doofus will probably wear it too. Not to school or anything, but around the house for sure.

He's still trying to think of something as he drives over to the guys house to pick him up for their date that night.

Yesterday, he and Steve had stayed late at practice to work on their free throws. Of course it had escalated as they both tried to show off for each other and it turned into a bet. Whoever sank the most baskets got to choose their date on Friday, whoever lost had to pay. Their game had gone on for almost an hour, long after everyone else had left the gym, going shot for shot until Steve cheated and pinched his ass as he was squaring up for a three pointer. Asshole.

Whatever, Billy couldn't even be mad because he definitely made up for it in the shower after.

They tried not to make a habit of fooling around at school but Steve was so fucking hot and wet and naked, Billy was crowding him in against the wall before he even fully decided to make a move. And Steve was so fucking responsive to everything they did, full of soft noises and gasping breath. This time Billy managed to get a hand around both of them, guiding Steve's hand down to join his, so they could get a good grip. The dual sensations of their combined hands and Steve's hard, hot cock thrusting alongside his had them both shooting off in record time, clinging and shaking together as the warm water streamed over them. They had dried each other off after, helping one another into their clothes. Soft fucking romantic shit he would never admit to loving.

“So, you're taking me to the movies tomorrow after you're done with the kids, baby?” teased Steve as he gently towel dried Billy's hair. “Terminator is still in theatres, I think you'll like it.”

Billy had already seen it with Tommy and Carol back in October when it first came out but he wasn't going to say no to anything Steve asked for right after they had just got off together so he agreed to pick him up at 7:30. Besides, the movie has been out long enough that Billy is hoping for a mostly empty theatre so they can make out in the back row.

Billy was so close to getting his wish but as the previews drew to a close, another couple sat down in their same row. To add insult to injury, the other couple barely even watched the movie, they make it through the first 15 minutes to a naked Kyle Reece which apparently put the chick in the mood because then she was practically crawling into her date's lap.

Amen sister, he couldn't even be mad because he had been planning on doing the exact same thing. He leaned over to point the other couple out to Steve, snickering, so they could both enjoy the bonus show that was being included with their popcorn. Steve just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at him.

Steve tries a couple times to take his hand through the movie but that's not safe with someone sitting so close, no matter how distracted they seem, so he gives his fingers a ‘later’ squeeze and deposits his hand back in his own lap. “I'll do a hell of a lot more than hold your hand tomorrow, baby.” he whispers as Sarah Connor limps her way through the factory.

To his surprise, instead of the quick comeback about hand jobs he had left wide open for the other guy, Steve just averts his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

Was it something I said?

Steve is clearly mad about something but Billy can't figure out what. As far as he can tell, things have been going great between them. The sex is great, they make each other laugh, hell he's even got Billy being nice to the brats! So what gives? They are up and out of their seats the moment the credits start rolling. And Billy can feel the tension between them, can feel his own shoulders going up, his temper rising in response.

What the fuck did Billy do? He took him on the stupid date, he drove around his stupid kids, he barely even flirted with the girl at the popcorn stand despite the come-fuck-me eyes she had been giving him. So what the fuck was Steve's problem?!

The silence is an oppressive weight as they both climb back into the Camaro and Billy revs the engine a couple times before peeling out of the parking lot.

Shit did he want to break up?

Fucking why?! Things were great!

Well he wasn't dumping Billy without a fight, that's for damn sure. If they're going to have a stand off, he's not doing it on Harrington's home turf, that's for sure. So he drives them out to the quarry instead.

The drive is silent except for the radio, but every time he shoots a look across the console, Steve is looking away from him out the window. The dick. Billy turns up the radio to the max and feels his temper rising right alongside it and the speedometer. The takes the turn off the main road and feels the back wheels spin out as they leave the paved and plowed roads.

The quarry is empty this time of year even on a Friday night. No one else is dumb enough to be sitting in a car when it's this cold out so Billy is able to floor it as they slip and slide toward the water. And Steve is still not saying anything! He's not even paying attention! Just looking out the fucking window!

Fuck it. Ignore this, bitch.

Billy slams on the brakes and skids to a stop, closer to the edge of the quarry than he intended (Steve might have a point about those snow tires) and that gets a reaction out of brunette, finally!

“What the fuck Billy!” He yells, clinging to the holy shit bar with a white knuckle grip. “You could have killed us!”

“What the fuck is your problem?!” He yells back.

“What's my problem?! What's your problem!? That was way too close!” Now he's waving his arms around, smacking one on the roof of the car.

“Well excuse me for being distracted when my fucking boyfriend is about to fucking dump me!” He hollers back, not caring that he can feel spittle flying from him mouth as he slams his palm into the wheel.

“What?!” Cries Harrington, and he's even got the nerve to try and sound surprised, the dick head. “Why would I break up with you?! What did you do?!”

“You tell me fuck face! You're the one who's been acting like I took a dump in your swimming pool.”

“Ew!”

“So get on with it Harrington! Tell me why you've decided to kick me to the curb!”

“Oh my god! I'm not breaking up with you! I want the opposite of that! I'm fucking pissed that I can't even hold your hand in the goddamn theatre!”

“What?!” Now Billy is the one who's confused.

Across from him, Steve takes a couple deep breaths and runs his hands through his hair a few times, clearly gathering himself. “I really didn't see this conversation having this much shouting or reckless driving charges.”

Billy just gave him his best ‘bitch please’ look and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, fine, that's on me.” He took one last deep breath before turning fully to face him. “Ok, here goes. It bothers me that I can't show you how much you mean to me when we're in public. It pisses me off when I see other couples kissing and shit and we can't do that. But what really messes me up is that you don't seem to feel the same.”

“What do you mean, I don't feel the same?” what the actual fuck? Does Steve not get it?

“Why doesn't it ever seem to bother you? That we can't have a normal date where we hold hands and kiss where people might see?” and shit, he was serious, wasn't he?

Ok, I guess I'm going to have to spell this out for him.

“Because this is as good as it's ever going to get for me! For people like me . I'm never going to be able to show my feelings in public.” And shit, now he's crying. God, he hates crying. “I can't legally marry anyone that I could actually love. I can never have 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. This is the best that I can possibly hope for.” and fuck! Now Steve's crying. God could this car get any more fucking gay?

“Billy-”

“There's a reason why people like me have to stay hidden, Steve! And if you can't handle that, then we need to end things right here and now. Before I -” fall in love with you . He can't say it. Not when everything they have is so close to getting torn away.

Steve isn't like him. He knows that. Steve could wake up tomorrow and decide that all this, all of Billy, wasn't worth the risk, the effort, the heart ache. He could walk away, find some girl, get married with kids and a fucking dog and live happily ever fucking after. But not him. Not Billy. He'd known it for years. Billy was a fucking fag and no amount of faking it would change that. Trust him, he'd tried.

Callused hands on his cheeks bring him out of his mental spiral, turning his head so he was staring at his (for now) boyfriend's tear stained face. He felt rough thumbs gently wiping away the mortifying wetness on his own cheeks.

“Billy, baby, I'm not going anywhere. I want to be with you, ok? It's worth it, you're worth it. I just wish there was a way I could show you how much you're worth it every day instead of waiting until Saturdays.” And fuck how was he real? Who just says that shit? And fucking means it too? “I just wish there was like a secret gay code or something so you'd know. And I'd know you know.”

Fuck, his boyfriend, had the best ideas!

“We could make one! Like flagging and the earrings and Friends of Dorothy!” he brought his hands up to grip Steve's wrists, turning his face to give his palm a little kiss.

“I don't know what that means? Who’s Dorothy?” Steve asked, wrinkling his nose.

“She's your friend.” he shot back with a smile. God, if he wasn't careful he was absolutely going to fall in love with this clueless small town hick.

“Do you mean Dorothy McAlister? The librarian? She's like… an acquaintance at best.” And that set Billy off in a blubbery laugh, still crying a bit but he was such a lovable idiot sometimes.

“What I'm saying is we can make our own code. Like, what do you want to do most when we're at school?”

Steve blushes at that, ducking his head before looking back up at him through his lashes. “Call you pet names, like baby, sweetheart, that kind of thing.”

“Fuck, you're so fucking cute. Ok, how about ‘dude’? Our pet name for each other can be ‘dude’ and we don't use it for anyone else, ok?” Billy can't hold himself back anymore, he leans forward and kisses the small pleased smile off Steve's lips.

“And… I want to give you little kisses, like on the cheek and stuff. Good morning kisses are the best, dude.” Fuck, he can already feel his heart warming at the casual ‘dude’ thrown in there already. But Steve is also blushing so he'll forgive himself for being a fucking sap in the privacy of his own brain. (Eleven, you better not be fucking listening right now!)

“Fist bump?” He says, offering up his own curled hand between them. “Any time you're thinking about laying one on me when we're out and about, you give me one of these.” Steve shyly presses his own fist to Billy's, eyes still shining with tears that he's not even bothering to wipe away, even though he cleaned up Billy's.

“And I want to hold you, hug you, keep my arm over your shoulder.” He's almost whispering now and shit. It's all so fucking wholesome, the shit that Steve has been beating himself up over not being able to do.

“We can trade jackets. The letterman jackets are all identical, but yours smells like you, it'd be almost as good.” He's already shrugging his own off his arms to slide around his boyfriends shoulders. Steve is wearing a grey wool peacoat today but he switches them out all the same. “Just make sure you don't clear out the pockets on that one. I've got some precious cargo in there.”

Steve frowns and immediately starts digging through all the pockets before he finds his little stash of locker notes and other mementos from their time together. He's kept all the goofy notes as well as a napkin from the diner they went on their first date with the time and date scribbled on it, a ticket from one of their games and now the ticket stub from Terminator tonight.

“Shit, Billy, are you secretly a romantic?” Steve laughs, looking through the notes again.

Billy shoves him away, hard enough that he crashes into the door behind, laughing out an oof “Shut up, and you owe me a jacket, asshole.”

Steve just grins at him, tucking away the notes in their pocket as his eyes rake over Billy. He's looking hot as hell if he does say so himself. He gives Steve a once over as well and fuck if it's not doing something for him, knowing that it's his jacket he's all wrapped up in.

“C’mere,” Steve whispers, offering a hand and Billy's powerless to resist as Steve guides him over the centre console, helping to settle him into the older teens lap. Steve is gazing up at him with dark eyes full of heat and lust and something softer that he's way too emotionally vulnerable to name right now.

Billy traces his fingers across the brunette's full lips before meeting him in a soft kiss, settling his arms around his shoulders and sighing as he feels hands grilling his hips. The kiss starts out slow and languid, like they have all the time in the world before Steve slips a hand into the back of his jeans and groans when he finds out that Billy is going commando today.

“Jesus Christ,” he pants into Billy's mouth and suddenly it's a race to see who can get the others cloths off first. Jackets and shirts get thrown in the back seat. Jeans are shoved down just far enough to free their dicks and then Steve is gathering them both into his big, rough hands, giving them a hard stroke.

They groan into one another's mouth as Steve sets a punishing pace before diving back into the kiss. It's hot and heavy, a battle of tongues and teeth and they rapidly hurtle toward the finish line.

“Steve!” Fuck he's not going to last long, he can feel his balls drawing up, his breath panting, heart racing and when he meets Steve's eyes he sees all his feelings, even the warm mushy ones that he can't talk about being mirrored back and he's done. He lasts for one, two more strokes before he's shooting off, painting both their chests and stomachs in white stripes.

“Jesus, you look so freaking hot like this, Billy.” pants Steve's hand not missing a beat and Billy has to whine in overstimulation, pulling back until Steve releases him from the hold. He smacks his hand away when Steve moves to continue working himself, taking over the steady pumps and adding a flick of the wrist at the top.

“Yeah baby, next time I'm gunna get you in a bed. Lay you out like a fucking feast and suck your fucking brains out of your dick. Gonna give you the best head of your life, baby.” He's whispering every filthy thing he ever wanted to do to him in Steve's ear as he nibbles his way down his throat. “If you're really good, I'll flip you over, open you up on my tongue, get you slick and wet and open so I can take you.”

“Billy!” And there he goes, cum firing out of his dick hard enough to hit Billy on the chin, his eyes hooded and blissed out. Billy wipes at the jizz on his face, then pops his fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste and the wide eyed look he gets from Steve. “God, what's so hot.” He whispers and immediately pulls him down into a kiss, chasing the taste of himself from the younger man's lips.

The two eventually part and Billy twists around to grab the tissues out of his glove box. He throws a couple loose ones in Steve's face just to be annoying and they clean up in silence, stealing a couple kisses before they are presentable again and Billy dumps the used tissues out the window to float away on the breeze.

“Fuck, we should fight more often.” Teased Billy as he slithers back into the driver seat and starts up the engine again, turning the heater on high, it's fucking cold here in the sticks. “You got any other gripes we can air out, dude?” He throws a little wink and offers his fist for a bump. He's not expecting the excited grin on the other guy's face, or the way his heart flips over when their knuckles meet.

“Not right now, but I'll be sure to think of something. I'm gunna wait till you're not driving next time though, I'm still pissed about you almost sending us to the bottom of the quarry.”

“Please, I knew exactly what I was doing.”

“No. You didn't. You skidded out on the ice because you refuse to get snow tires!”

“Oh my god, dude, shut up about the snow tires!”

“Never!” And he was off on his safety rant, but they were both ruining it by smiling.

……..

They didn't get the chance to meet up that weekend because Billy had family stuff to do for the holidays. Christmas break was fast approaching and Billy was starting to panic about what to get Steve. They were getting closer and closer each day and he wanted it to be something special but he had absolutely no ideas. It was time for the last resort.

“What?” Called Max through her closed door when he knocked. Neil and Susan had gone out to run some errands so it was just the two of them in the house right now.

“Can I come in?” Once upon a time, he would have just barged in, but he was working on being nicer to the little shit lately.

“Yeah, it's open.” Of course it's open, neither of them were allowed locks on their doors. He entered anyway. Max’s room was a riot of colours, every wall covered in posters and drawings and photos. Like she was determined to fight the bleak Indiana landscape with ink alone. It kind of hurt his eyes, but in a good way.

“Yeah? What did you want?” Max herself was seated on her bed, homework spread around her and her headphones hanging around her neck. He could hear the tinny music from here but couldn't name the song.

“I wanted to ask… your advice.” Shit, he hadn't thought this through. Max knew, of course, what was wrong with Billy, the reason they had to move from California. She had even lied for him a couple times. And he suspected that she had seen him making out with Alex that one time.

But they had never talked about it. He'd never admitted it to her. And she had never accused him of anything.

But she had also been the one to let it slip to Neil. Had given away just enough details that he put the dots together. Managed to find them that night.

She had apologized before, begged him to forgive her while he was still in the hospital. He hadn't been able to, back then. And now it felt like it had been too long.

Fuck it, here goes nothing. “What should I get my… person I'm dating for Christmas?”

“Holy fuck! You're dating Steve!” Max whisper yells at him. It's not loud enough to carry outside the room, let alone the house and Neil isn't even here but he's still launching himself across the room to shush her.

“Jesus fucking Christ will you shut the hell up?! And how the fuck do you figure that?!”

“He's literally the only person over the age of 14 that you spend time with, idiot!” She shoves his hand away from her mouth and she's got the smuggest fucking grin. Jesus, this was a mistake. “ Aaaand I've seen the way you look at him.”

“Aah! Fine! Ok! Yes, we're dating, have been basically since That Night. Now are you going to help me or what?” He's off the bed again and pacing, pulling at his hair.

Max knowing is dangerous. He trusts her to not tell anyone explicitly that he's boning some dude, but she's only 13 and doesn't always understand that other people are also capable of reading between the lines.

“You haven't got him anything? Christmas break starts next week!”

“Yes, I am aware, thank you Maxine!” A little part of him grins at the annoyed look she gives him at using her full name. But at least she seems to be thinking about it.

“Well, what's he like? As a boyfriend, I mean? Is he cocky, sweet, shy?”

And Billy just knows he's got the dumbest smile on his face right now. “Honestly? He's the sappiest little shit I ever did see. He wants to hold hands at the movies and gave me his letterman jacket and leaves cute little fucking notes in my locker.”

“Awww, so he's a romantic! Classic boyfriend behaviour. Hmmm… you should totally make him a mix tape of badass love songs!” she gushes, already rooting around her room for a blank one.

“Fuck no! That's so lame!” Billy doesn't make people miss tapes!

“Exactly! He'll eat that shit right up! I guarantee he will play it every time you're in the car together!” She unearths a blank tape from an old shoebox under her bed and shoves it into his hand. “And the card has to have some heartfelt shit in it. Tell him why you picked every song.”

Fuck, she wasn't wrong. He could absolutely see Steve doing something like that.

“Aaaand, then you won't have to listen to Abba when he's driving.” She wheedled.

“Dammit, fine. You got any ideas for songs?” She did, and strong ones too. They spent the rest of the weekend arguing about it.

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It Happened One November - Part 18

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It's the first Monday in December and Steve is early for school for once in his life. Granted, he had an ulterior motive. He was here to prove he was a fantastic boyfriend by leaving a romantic note in Billy's locker. He got the idea last week as he was enjoying his morning bagel in Mrs. Click's class.

The idea didn't have anything to do with Mrs. Click who had an unfortunate lazy eye and a penchant to overdo it on the perfume, or geography which he wasn't actually that bad at, that's just where he was when he thought of it.

Anyway, the idea was solid and Steve had spent his Sunday afternoon with El drafting romantic notes to leave in Billy's locker. Well, Steve drafted romantic letters and El provided illustrations around the edges. As it turns out, Hawkins Lab was even worse than the American Public School System and had barely taught her how to read or write. They were working on it.

Granted today's note wasn't particularly romantic, it just said ‘Your ass is’ and then he had El draw a fireball then ‘- S’. But somehow he knew Billy would like that better than poetry. (There was poetry coming of course, but he figured he should ease Billy into it.)

That's sort of where his good day ended though because as soon as he saw Billy, it was clear that something was wrong.

Billy is practically tiptoeing down the hall, he's walking so carefully, avoiding contact with everyone and doesn't even wink back at a cheerleader when she smiles and waves at him. He's also wearing a shirt under his letterman jacket. And it's buttoned most of the way up. With an undershirt peeking out the collar. Billy might have layers emotionally, but he certainly doesn't wear them.

When Brad Simpson gives him a friendly slap on the back and Billy full on flinches, Steve is already running down the hall.

He only barely stops himself from putting his hands all over him, checking for himself to find the injury. Freaking secret relationships are the absolute worst!

“Hey man, you ok?” Steve gets a welcoming smile from the blonde before his eyes shutter and he's being brushed off.

“Just peachy, Harrington.” Harrington? Oh so it was like that today?

“Hargrove, you're obviously hurt, what the hell happened?” I saw you Saturday and you were totally fine! More than fine! He couldn't say it with so many eavesdroppers.

“I'm fine man! Just went up to Indy over the weekend, hit on the wrong girl, and her boyfriend got mad. Honestly I'm fine, you should see the other guy!”

You should see the other guy?! Is he serious?! What the hell was he doing in Indianapolis on Sunday? His dad always made him stay home and do chores on Sunday.

“Billy -” he reached out to the blonde's shoulder, to try and get him to look at him, to talk to him but Billy smacked his hand away, his face murderous.

“Just fucking leave it, Harrington! I mean it!” And with that he stormed away to his locker, throwing it open, ready to angrily yank his books out but paused when he saw the note.

Steve watched from down the hall where he left him as Billy reverently opened the note, laughed and then buried his face in the page. If he didn't know better, he'd say Billy looked like he was about to cry.

He didn't look back at Steve, but he did tuck the note into his inside jacket pocket before calmly gathering his books and heading to class.

Billy avoided him for the rest of the day and for the life of him, Steve couldn't figure out what the hell was going on! He was with Steve all day Saturday and he never goes out on Sunday so there's no way that story about Indy was true, despite all the rumours running rampant through the school. But every time he went to try and talk to him about it and help him , he got blown off, or they weren't alone. It just doesn't add up! And there is a piece missing here, he can feel it just out of reach.

When Billy skips out on practice on the second day of ignoring him, Steve has had enough. As soon as he finishes up at the school, instead of driving home, he drives right over to Old Cherry Rd.

“Steve? What's wrong? Why are you here?” It's Max who answers the door when he knocks but the Camaro is in the driveway along with an old ford pick up so he knows Billy is here somewhere.

“Hey Max! Nothing is wrong, I'm actually here to talk to Billy.” And the thing is, Max hesitates. Max never hesitates about anything, and least of all around him! Just last week she had stuck a baby carrot up his nose when he tried to get her to eat it. Joke was on her cause then the boys bet her she wouldn't eat it and she had! Boogers and all! He lowered his voice to a whisper and asked, “Max, do you know what's going on with him?” and now there was outright alarm on her face! What the hell was happening? “Do we have a code red?”

“No, nothing like that.”

And Steve relaxed a little, but even if it wasn't Upside Down related, Billy was still hurt and no one was telling him why. “Max-”

“I'll get him, one sec, and please keep it down.” She shuts the door in his face.

What the hell?

When the door swings open again, it's to Billy scurrying out of the house and pushing him back down the driveway. “You need to leave.”

“What? Why? What's wrong?” Something about those words has his blood pressure spiking, remembering knocking on the Byers house for the first time last year.

“You're going to get me in trouble man, you can't be coming over like this.” Billy is still pushing him down the driveway toward his car when Steve finally remembers to plant his feet and stands his ground.

“Dude! What the hell?! Tell me what is going on!” Shit, he didn't mean to yell here. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to get ahold of himself. “Look, the last time someone was this adamant that I leave, it was because a demogorgon was coming out of their ceiling! Ok? So either you tell me what's going on, or I'm getting out my bat and doing a sweep of the whole house!”

“Can you just fucking… ahhh!” Billy was turning away, tugging on his hair before turning back and poking him in the chest hard enough to bruise. “How many times do I have to tell you, demogorgons aren't the only bad thing out there?! This has nothing to do with that and I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It!" Each word was another stab with his finger. It actually really hurt but Steve was passed caring, he just threw up his hands.

“Fine, asshole, don't tell me!” He stomps back toward his car, furious at the other boy, “sorry for giving a shit about you!”

“Fucking… wait.” Steve almost doesn't hear the other boy but when he looks back, all the air goes out of him with how dejected Billy looked. He went back to him and waited. “Look, I'll get in trouble with my dad for having people over without permission. So don't come back here, ok? As for the rest of it… I can't talk about it yet, ok?”

“Ok, you don't have to tell me everything. I just… I can't even comfort you when we're in public and I know you're using that to avoid me. It already drives me crazy that I can't… do anything most of the time.” to his mortification, he can feel tears pricking at the back of his eyes and forces himself to look away to blink them out of his eyes. “Like, you're hurt, and I just want to give you a freaking hug, and I can't.”

“No, you can't, especially not here… but I promise, I'm fine, it's nothing I haven't dealt with before and you can do whatever you want with me on Saturday, ok?”

No, not ok, nothing about that was ok. But Billy was obviously not comfortable with him being here so what else could he do? “Yeah, Billy, I'll see you tomorrow at school, ok?”

“See you,” Billy didn't hang around, but went directly back inside so Steve climbed back into the Beemer and drove home.

……..

Well… that didn't go as planned but honestly, when dealing with Billy it went about as well as he could have hoped.

Something was definitely going on in that house. Something that Billy didn’t want him to know about. And who had hurt him? Who had even had the time? Or the opportunity? Was Billy a part of some underground fight club? No he would have absolutely been bragging about that from day one if that were the case.

God, he just wants to help! He wants his boyfriend to trust him enough to tell him what's going on. He wants to be able to show his concern in a meaningful way. To be able to put his arm around him and shield him from the world. From harsh words and stray elbows in the halls. He wants to be able to give him a good morning kiss like every other couple at school. To hold his hand at lunch. To let loose all the stupid pet names that sit on the tip of his tongue.

Going to see him last night must have done something right because Billy is sitting with him at lunch on Wednesday and Steve manages to make it look more or less casual when he drapes his arm around the back of Billy’s chair for a while. It’s something at least.

“-eve, earth to Steve!” Nancy is snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“What? What? I’m listening!”

“No, you were on another planet. But Jonathan was asking you something.” Steve looks at the other teen expectantly.

“Look, I’m sorry to have to ask, but I got offered an extra shift on Saturday, and we could really use the extra cash and -” Jonathan looks like he’s got a whole speech planned out but he hasn’t actually gotten to the point yet.

“No, it’s fine, what did you need?” He knew the Byers were struggling financially, the whole town did.

“Can you watch El on Saturday afternoon? It’s my turn to watch her and go over some history with her, help her get up to speed, but I picked up a shift.”

Steve hesitated. Normally, he’d agree no problem, but he had really been looking forward to some alone time with Billy. He looked over to the other boy, “Whaddya say? Wanna skip practice to go babysit/tutor a 13 year old psychic in the woods? You could bring Max.”

Billy just gives him a wry smile, “You’re on, Harrington.”

“Cool, I’ll pick you up. You still don’t have snow tires and we’ll be going offroad. I’ll also show you where the booby traps are.”

“The what?!”

……….

Saturday afternoon sees Steve, Max and Billy all hiking through the snow, skipping over trip wires and avoiding bear traps. Steve gives the secret knock and the door swings open by itself.

“This is so fucking weird.” whispers Billy.

“You get used to it.” Assures Steve as he steps into the cabin. He drops his bags and raises his arms just in time to catch Eleven when she throws herself at him in a leaping hug.

“Steve! Today was not Sunday?” God, this kid was cute.

“Today is not Sunday.” he corrects gently, ruffling her hair. “And nope, it’s Saturday and you get me twice this weekend, kiddo. And look, I’ve brought guests!”

“Max!” El launched herself at the other girl hard enough that they both slammed into Billy behind her. “Hi, Billy.” She offered a little more shyly before grabbing Max’s hand and dragging her away to her room to do… whatever preteen girls did (talk about boys? Paint nails? Summon the forces of darkness? Steve didn’t know).

Steve gathered up the bags and led the way back to the kitchen, putting the groceries he had brought away, making note of what other people had brought through the week. “You girls good with grilled cheese for lunch?” he calls and doesn’t even wait for their affirmatives before getting everything out. “Grab the cheese, would ya?” He asks of Billy when he enters the kitchen.

The boys work in more or less comfortable silence for a while until Billy pipes up “Got your note yesterday, you draw that all by yourself little Stevie?”

The note Steve had left in the other boys locker yesterday had simply said ‘You’re beautiful,’ and then El’s artistic interpretation of what Billy looked like. It was mostly a lot of yellow curls over a rudimentary smiley face smoking a cigarette.

“‘fraid not, you’ve just met the true artist,” Steve laughed, waving the spatula toward where they could hear the girls laughing in the other room.

“God, you’re such a mom.” Billy chuckles, sidling up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist and hook his chin over his shoulder.

“Yup, that’s me. Steve Harrington - Captain of the basketball team, C+ student, and single mother of six, shamelessly using my kids cuteness to seduce the town bad boy.” Steve tilts his head so he can give him a wink. “Is it working?”

Billy throws his head back and laughs but jumps away when they hear the unmistakable sound of a camera going off. Behind them, Eleven is smiling as she lowers the camera. “Pretty.”

Billy’s face has gone pale with fear and he’s frozen beside him, Steve shoots him a look before going over kneel by Eleven. “Hey El, can I see the picture?” the little girl offers it to him proudly, it hasn’t fully developed yet, only a few blobs and the suggestion of faces, but he says anyway, “that’s really nice, kid, can I keep this one?” and now she’s beaming with praise and shit, how does he approach this? No one has explained the concept of gay people to her yet, much less the social consequences of it. “El, you remember what we talked about the other day, about not telling what you’ve seen other people do when you find them in the dark place? Remember that talk?”

It had been a very awkward conversation where El had asked what it was she had seen Jonathan and Nancy doing, and why he was biting her like that. Steve really wishes he could forget about that little talk but is sort of grateful for it now as El nods seriously and whispers, “Privacy.”

“Exactly, good job, privacy! Now, I’m going to need you to keep what me and Billy do together private as well, ok? Because while friend’s don’t lie, friends are allowed to keep some things to themselves. They are allowed to have their privacy.”

“Yes, mom.” she whispers with a mischievous smile now.

Steve groans, gets real dramatic with it and uses his whole body. “Not you too! Who told you that? Was it Max?”

Eleven just grins and nods, “Grilled cheese now?”

Steve smiles and ruffles her hair, it’s starting to get long now, almost to her shoulders. One of these days he’s going to have to get around to showing her how to style it. “Yeah, we can have the grilled cheese now, go get Max.” She runs off.

“Steve -” Billy is still where he left him, hasn’t moved a muscle until Steve moves to wrap his arms around him and then he’s flinching back.

“Shh, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” He hushes, patting him on the shoulder instead. “She won’t tell anyone, I promise!”

He doesn’t get the chance to say more before the girls come charging in, demanding toasted cheesy goodness and then he spends over an hour at the table with the girls. Max had brought along her history textbook from school and was excitedly explaining about the pilgrims. This turns into a game of cowboys and indians and when they almost knock over a lamp, Steve decides to bundle everyone up in their hats and jackets and gloves (Steve is thrilled to see that Billy is still wearing the ones he gave him) and take this outside.

There is an area around the back of the house that is free of traps, Steve marks it out in the snow before gathering the others toward him, marching back and forth like a general.

“Soldiers! Fall in!” he calls and the other three gather close, curiosity on their faces. “Today we learn the most noble of fighting techniques! A time honoured tradition of the snow bound states! A right of passage for you California kids, you lab rats! Today, you become a man!” Steve bends down and grabs a handful of snow, waving it around for emphasis. “Today, you will have your first snowball fight!” And he launches it right in Billy’s face before running away laughing.

It’s chaos. It takes the others a few tries to get the hang of it but then it’s every man for themselves in a snowball battle for the ages. All four of them are running, screaming, laughing through the trees, trying to hit each other while also dodging projectiles. Steve lures Billy under an evergreen and then shakes it, making all the snow from the tree tumble down on his head, and down the back of his jacket, making him roar in protest and do a weird dance to try and get it out.

At one point, El leaves and comes back with the camera, snapping a few action shots including one of him and Billy after Billy tackled him and is trying to shovel snow down his coat. Steve gives him a snowy face wash and pushes him off, only to be chased away by Max who had amassed an armful of icy missiles.

It’s all over once Eleven figures out how to form and throw snowballs with her powers, then there is no hiding for anyone as she cackles in the middle of a clearing, watching the other three flee the barrage of snowballs, blood running down from her nose but she’s clearly having too much fun to care.

Steve shimmies between two rocks, trying to find some cover, only to find that Billy is already there, laughing and shivering in his letterman jacket. “This is my hiding spot, Harrington, find your own!”

Steve just giggles and huddles closer, “Save me, Billy!” he cries, pushing closer while Billy shoves at him. Billy is trying to frown at him but he’s laughing too hard. They both look up when some snow and pebbles rain down on them from above. They both groan when they see Max and El, maniacal grins on both their faces, and a huge pile of snow suspended in the air above them.

“Fire!” calls Max and Eleven dumps the whole thing on them as they try to push past one another to escape.

After that, the girls are declared the undisputed champions of the Snow War of ‘84. They make the boys carry them back to the cabin on their shoulders where they are met by Hopper returning from his shift. Hopper takes in their soaked clothes and grinning faces and just shakes his head but dutifully snaps their photo a couple times when Eleven asks.

Hopper shoos them all into the house and makes them hot chocolate. He gives them all some dry clothes to put on while he runs theirs through the dryer, unearthing extra blankets for them all to wrap around their shoulders while they all gather around the fire to warm up. Max and El are giving him a play by play of their epic battle, complete with sound effects, while Hop uses a damp cloth to wipe away the blood on Eleven’s face. She’s using her powers to move makeshift figurines around in the air to provide a visual to Max’s story (Steve’s figure is a salt shaker, Billy is the pepper, Max is a hot sauce, El is a spoon), so she keeps bleeding but Hop just patiently keeps wiping it away, smiling softly at both girls.

It’s so nice and cozy that Billy even lets down his guard enough to lean back against Steve, a contented look on his face as he watches the girls and sips his hot chocolate. He doesn’t dare to wrap his arm around the blonde but Steve enjoys the warmth of the other boy all the same.

Eventually, 3:00 rolls around and it’s time to start heading out. They all pull on their mostly dry clothes again and accept goodbye hugs from Eleven before leaving. Hop stops the boys and offers his thanks for showing the kids a good time, shaking both their hands on the way out, and he can tell that Billy is touched by the gesture.

They make it back to the house on Old Cherry with 10 minutes to spare, Max finally running out of gas and half asleep in the backseat. Steve watches them go into the house, Max tucked into Billy’s side, and while the sight warms his heart, he can’t help but wish he had been able to give his boyfriend a kiss goodbye.

………..

The next day, Steve brings Will and Dustin with him when he goes for his Sunday visit with El. The snow had melted overnight, much to El’s disappointment, so there was no snowball fight today and they were doing their normal thing.

Today’s cooking lesson had been loaded baked potatoes which were a hit and now Dustin and Will were trying to explain math to her. She knew her numbers and they had covered addition which went ok, but she was struggling with subtraction.

Steve himself was pushing a C - in math class so he mostly left them to it while he let his mind drift. As usual, he started thinking about Billy. That wasn’t surprising, there was a lot to think about. They had been dating for almost a month now and there was still so much that he didn’t know about him.

When the two of them were alone together, it was perfect. Billy was funny, thoughtful, he wouldn’t go so far as to say Billy was ‘nice’ but he kind of liked that about him. Liked that he could also be a bit of a dick and it was totally fine. He liked that Billy pushed him, made him fight for things that he wanted, made him try new things that he didn’t know he wanted until he won them. And it had to be said, the dude was freaking hot. Since that first time Billy left him all hot and bothered, he had been thinking about him non-stop when he was churning the butter, so to speak.

But it still felt like Billy was holding back. Like he wasn’t as invested in this as Steve was. Like he didn’t fully trust Steve.

And he knew that was normal, realistically, they had only known each other a couple of months. It didn’t make sense on paper for him to trust completely. But a lot had happened in those couple months and Steve had trusted Billy with his life! And the kids lives! And he sort of thought that trust had gone both ways.

And there was also the no contact when other people were around. Steve was really struggling with that and it seemed like Billy didn’t even care. He never slipped up in public and if felt like Steve was constantly holding himself back. That was a new one for him. He had always been an expressive boyfriend, he liked to shower his girlfriends in attention and affection. At least the notes were helping with that, and Billy also seemed to like them. He would have to drop off another one before school tomorrow.

“You seem sad, are you?” Will had left off the math lesson and was now leaning over the back of the couch to look at him.

“Nah, I’m fine, just relationship problems, ya know?” Steve patted the cushion beside him and the younger boy scrambled up over the back of the couch to sit.

“Not really, I’m just 13, but you could tell me about it if you wanted?” and he looked so earnest and hopeful, Steve almost spilled all his secrets right then.

“Relationship problems?!” screeched Dustin from across the room. “Since when are you in a relationship?? And why didn’t you tell me??”

Shit, how the hell does he explain this without outing Billy?

“Relax, I haven’t told anyone, it's private. But you remember that date you guys helped me get ready for? Well I’ve been seeing them for a couple weeks now and I wanna get more serious but I’m not so sure that they do.”

“Who is it? What’s her name?” Dustin and El were abandoning their workbooks to crowd around the couch with him.

“I don’t wanna tell you in case I jinx it.” He reassured, resolutely keeping his eyes away from Eleven and her look of understanding as he said it.

“Jinx?” she asks instead.

“It has a few meanings, but the one Steve means is when you say something will happen and then the universe hears you and makes it not happen just to mess with you. Like when you say ‘I don’t need a coat today, it won’t snow’ and then it does. It’s not real though, it just feels like that sometimes.” Will explains.

“Um, I beg to differ, it is definitely real and we won’t make you say her name just in case. So what’s the issue with Mystery Girl?” Dustin butts in, bringing them regrettably back on topic.

Well, here goes nothing. “So, the thing is… their parents are very strict and they don’t want them to find out that we are dating, and they want to keep everything secret. And I get that because if… their parents find out then they would get in trouble and we wouldn’t be able to date anymore. So we don’t do any coupley stuff when other people are around. But that makes me sad because I want everyone to know that I’m with this amazing person, ya know? And it feels like they don’t even care sometimes.”

The kids noodle on this one for a minute before Will pipes up. “Have you talked to her about that? Like told her how you feel?”

“No? We don’t really… do that.”

Both boys groan and then so does Eleven a beat late like she thinks she’s supposed to but doesn’t get why.

“Steve! Part of a good relationship is good communication!” drawls Dustin and he can just hear the ‘duh’ that goes unsaid.

“She’s probably so worried about getting in trouble, she’s not even noticing that you’re upset.” offers Will.

“Exactly! Like when everyone in the Party fails their perception check except you, it’s your duty to tell everyone else what you saw!”

“Or when you’re about to go into an encounter but you’re out of spell slots, you have to tell the rest of the Party before they go in thinking you’re ready when you’re not.”

“These examples really aren’t helping here.” Steve complains, trying to parse through the nerd talk to get to the point.

“The point is, talk to your girlfriend and solve the problem together instead of trying to solve it yourself and making it worse.” Offers Dustin. And shit, the kids had a point, didn’t they. Of course then they have to ruin it by continuing. “And also think about making up a character sheet because you need to learn more about DnD if you wanna be friends with us.”

“I’m your mother, not your friend!” scoffed Steve, shoving the laughing children away. “Now do your homework while I make you guys a snack.”

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It Happened One November - Part 17

A/N: We are entering the NSFW portion of this fic. The homos are sexualing. Yee be warned

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Billy barely slides in under the wire for his curfew which means he only gets shoved around a bit, as a reminder of what could happen if he had missed it. He's barely ruffled as he slinks into his bedroom and stacks the crates he uses for a vanity in front of the door. It won't stop anyone from getting in but it'll give him a warning.

His dick has flagged on the drive over and talking with Neil didn't help but when he strips out of his clothes and gets comfortable in bed, it only takes a couple strokes and remembering how hot and bothered he had left his boyfriend before he was ready to go again.

Fuuuck he had looked so fucking good. All prim and proper but just enough skin showing to tease. He had been tempted to skip dinner altogether and make Steve his meal, lick and suck him all over until they were both shaking with it.

Billy twisted a nipple in one hand while he fisted his cock in the other, remembering how good it felt when Steve had done it.

Fuck and then when the layers came off and it was just miles and miles of pale skin, all for him to play with. He had spent about twenty minutes just tracing all the little moles across his body, wishing he could do it with his mouth but was too distracted by the way Steve was playing with his tongue to pull away.

Steve looked like a fucking Greek god or that David statue the Romans were so fond of. Perfectly proportioned in every way from his big palms and slim fingers to his itty bitty waist that he could almost fit his hands all the way around.

It was over for Billy almost before it started and he would have been embarrassed if anyone had seen how fast he had blown his load. But as it was, he was alone and loose and sated and dropped off into a blissfully nightmare free sleep.

……..

The weather takes a turn for the worst after that night and next thing Billy knows he's freezing his ass off in his letterman jacket (aka the warmest coat he had) and arguing with Steve about fucking snow tires after they almost end up in a ditch on their way to the school for their Saturday afternoon practice.

“You absolutely need them! And a hat! You're not even wearing gloves and you didn't do up your jacket! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Steve had sweet talked the coach into a spare key to the gymnasium so they could still have their weekend session even though it was snowing out. The other advantage of this arrangement is that Billy didn't have to freeze his nuts off in shorts on the way here since they could use the locker room.

They snipe at each other all through getting changed and their warm up, only really stopping when they are too busy panting to get a word in edgewise. Billy loves it. Loves how the older boy can give as good as he gets, matching him snipe for snipe in a battle of wits as well as a battle on the court. Only thing better would be a real fight or a fuck.

They run drills for a while before switching to the weight room which they now also have access to. They spot each other and Billy shows off a little, enjoying the wide eyed look his boyfriend gives when he sees how much he can bench.

Of course it turns into a competition, they one up each other on both weight and reps until they are both a quivering pool of jelly on the gym floor.

“Suck it Harrington, mine was heavier, I win!”

“I am not sucking anything, Hargrove. I did way more reps than you so I win!”

“Fuck you!”

Neither of them can even lift their hands to flip each other off and Billy groans when he tries.

“God, I'm gonna sleep so good tonight, might even make it the whole night without another nightmare.”

When Billy tilts his head over to look, the other boy already has his eyes closed like he's going to drop off right now. “Fuck, you get em too?”

“Yeah, man. I dream about the tunnels most nights. That the vines grab one of the kids and drag em off into the dark. About the junkyard and not being fast enough so the demodog gets you.” Steve rolls over onto his side, stretching an arm out so he can tangle their fingers together. “I have this same one all the time where that kind of shit happens, right, and I wake up, only I'm not really awake yet and a demogorgon comes through my bedroom wall and when I wake up for real I'm screaming.”

“Dude, that's so fucked up.”

“What are yours about?”

“The fucking care bears, what do you think genius?”

“Whatever man, I'm just sayin, if you wanna talk about them, I'm here. I talk about them with El sometimes when I'm there on Sundays. Hers are so fucked up man, way worse than mine.”

Billy opens his mouth to tell Steve some of his nightly terrors but shuts it before anything can come out. Sure sometimes he dreams about dogs with petal faces, but his nightmares started a long time ago and he's not ready to unpack that with Steve just yet.

They eventually drag themselves into the locker room to shower and Billy is halfway through conditioning his hair when it dawns on him… that's his naked boyfriend right there… and there's no one around… and there is absolutely nothing stopping him from doing something about it.

So of course he does the mature thing and smacks him as hard as he can on the ass.

“Ow! Dude! What the hell! If you want attention just say so!” Steve throws his shampoo at him and Billy has to duck, giggling, and when he raises his head it's to see his boyfriend crowding him up against the shower wall, shoving him back until he's sandwiched between the cold tiles and Steve's slick, wet heat. “Are you happy now?”

“Yup,” he makes sure to pop the ‘p’ obnoxiously and he sinks one hand into Steve's wet hair and slides the other down his back to squeeze at the ass cheek he just slapped. “I'm real happy, princess.” And tugged him down into a kiss.

Steve doesn't miss a beat and immediately deepens the kiss, getting his own fist tangled in Billy's hair to tug his head back a little, really leaning into the inch or two he has on Billy and making him strain up to meet him. Fuck he was good at this.

From there it was all wet heat and the slide of skin on skin. Steve alternating between making him go cross eyed with his tongue in his mouth or rutting against his hip with how good something he did with his teeth on his neck was.

Before long, Billy could feel the head of Steve's dick nudging against his hip and fuuuck he needed to see it, feel it, taste it, take it deep inside himself until they were both spent and panting on the floor.

“Billy, please, can I touch you?” Steve was panting into his ear, the muscles in his ass flexing as he ground their hips together under the hot spray. God bless the Hawkins High hot water tank.

“Yeah baby, please, anywhere.” And Steve sure didn't waste any time, smoothing his hand down Billy's stomach until he could wrap his fingers around Billy's hard length. “Fuuuck, sweetheart, that's so fucking good!”

“I don't - I've never done this before, tell me if I do it wrong.” But God, nothing he could do would be wrong as long as he kept touching him.

“Just do what you usually do to yourself, baby, I'm sure I'll like it.” And Steve gives a few experimental tugs before huffing.

“Wait - shit - the angle is all wrong - here - lemme.” And Billy is being flipped around to face the wall, then tugged back to lean against Steve by an arm across his chest while the right hand goes back to business and fuuuck that's so much better! Billy can't hold back the groan that stutters out from deep in his chest, head falling back on Steve's shoulder and letting him take some of his weight. “There, way better.”

“Jesus Christ, you sure this is your first time?” Billy pants and nearly chokes when he feels Steve's hard length slip between his ass cheeks for a second. Billy scrambles around until he finds his conditioner, squirts some out and reaches behind himself to find that hot hard cock, wrap his slick fingers around it and give him something to fuck into.

“Billy!” Steve takes the silent invitation and steps up the pace, jerking him and fucking his hand faster and faster. Fuck, he's not going to last long at this rate.

“Fuck, you gunna be thinking about this next time we're in here with the team, pretty boy? Think about how you got me all hot and wet and fucked out? Or are you gonna be thinking about next time? When you let me get my mouth on you instead of just my hand?” Steve honest to god whined at that, squeezing his fist tighter around his dick and adding a little twist on the upstroke that had him seeing stars. “Fuck, baby, cant wait to fuck your face too, gonna be real gentle at first but then go for a ride. Your lips are gonna look so good stretched around my dick.”

“Fucking shit .” And then Steve was biting down on Billy's shoulder, hard , and he felt a slightly warmer splash against his ass as Steve blew his load. The bite of pain on his shoulder mixed with the pleasure from his dick is enough to tip Billy over as well, bowing his head so he can watch his spunk arch through the air before splattering on the ground, mixing with the water and sliding down the drain.

Steve gives them both a few moments to get their breath back before gently guiding Billy around so they are facing each other. He's caressing his thumb over where he bit him before and Billy can already tell that it is going to leave a bruise. He can't wait to poke it while he jerks off tonight. “Was that ok? I kind of got carried away at the end there.”

Fuck, this guy was so fucking perfect. Billy could feel a stupid little smile forming on his face but he couldn't care less about that. Not when he could lean in and brush a gentle kiss against the brunette's lips in reassurance. “Steve, that was so fucking hot, it was absolutely ok.”

They continue to kiss until the powerhouse that is the Hawkins High water heater finally gives up the ghost before grudgingly drying off and preparing to face the snow.

Billy bitchs about the cold the whole walk to the Camaro until Steve apparently has heard enough and before he can unlock his baby, shoves him up against the door. Without a word, Steve yanks his own wool hat down around Billy's ears, winds the matching black scarf around his neck, forces his jacket zipper up to his chin and shoves his hands into black leather gloves. Everything is still warm from Steve's body and Billy would be lying if it didn't feel heavenly. Steve takes a step back to admire his handiwork, gives him a nod and a smug smile before strutting over to the passenger side and sliding into the car.

Billy goes through the motions of complaining about the hat ruining his hair and disrupting his cool guy image but he can tell Steve's not fooled.

Billy at least waits until after he's dropped off Steve and is on his way to get Max from the arcade before burying his nose in the scarf. It still smells like Steve's cologne.

……..

As it turns out, the shower escapade put them a little past 4:00 when they were supposed to be home for dinner.

After… everything, when Billy finally collapses into his bed, he brings the scarf with him. If he wraps it around just right, he can almost pretend he’s not alone when the tears start falling and he silently cries himself to sleep.

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It Happened One November - Part 16

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Today was a shitty day and what was worse, Steve couldn't even figure out why!

Logically it should have been a great day! He hung out with his friends, had lunch with his insanely hot boyfriend, saw the kids, won a basketball game and even got a kiss from a couple cheerleaders! So why did he go to bed feeling like shit?

Steve had witnessed the return of the Camaro along with everyone else that morning and had grinned when he saw Max and Billy both exit the vehicle laughing together. Looks like he was finally going to get that date with his boyfriend.

He had even taken a step toward them before he realized what he was stepping forward to do was wrap an arm around Billy and kiss that smile off his face, find out what it tasted like. Which was of course not allowed so he contented himself with a cute note in his locker.

He only barely avoided first giving Billy a peck on the cheek and then calling him babe at lunch and had to ignore Billy for the rest of the period by talking to Jason the whole time. And he didn't even like Jason! But he knew if he turned back to Billy he wouldn't be able to hold back and he would definitely do something dumb.

At least the game was good. So freaking good! The two of them were magic on the court again, completely in tune with one another.

But then the final buzzer sounded and all he wanted to do was kiss his boyfriend but before he could do just that, Stacy McLean was swooping in and planting one right on him! And Steve was suddenly seething with jealousy.

And it wasn't even about Stacy! Stacy was cool! She was super funny and always let him copy her notes from Geography! Hell, Steve himself got kissed by Annie Kingston and Bailey Miller!

No, it wasn’t about Stacy, or not in that way at least. So why was he so upset? Maybe it was because Stacy (who didn’t even know him!) got to kiss Billy like it was no big deal, and Steve couldn't. He couldn’t even make himself go to that stupid party because he knew exactly what would happen because it’s what happens every time. The girls would be all over the players, flirting their assess off. And Billy would flirt back, obviously, because it’s only polite and that’s just what you did when a pretty girl flirts with you, and it’s not like his actual boyfriend could flirt with him out in the open like that so he might as well.

And it wasn’t even that he didn’t trust Billy not to hook up with some girl, (the thought was actually kind of hot, he’d bring that up later with Billy) he was just so goddamn frustrated that he couldn’t be a part of it.

Steve smushed one of his pillows over his face and screamed.

……..

The next morning, he was still turning this over in his head as he made his way down the halls to his locker. He had slept like shit and woke up late so he hadn't even bothered to do his hair, just threw on his Pacers cap backwards, made sure his bangs didn't look too stupid coming out the front and called it a day.

While he was definitely no longer King Steve, he was still the captain of the basketball team so it was a gauntlet of high fives and congratulations from the rest of the student body and he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good to know that people appreciated his hard work. When he finally got his locker open, a note fluttered out.

Friday - pick you up at 7 - wear something sexy - B <3

And suddenly it was like the last night of tossing and turning (and subsequent nightmare but that's probably unrelated) never happened. Steve folds the note up real small and slips it into his pocket to take home with him. He had a date! With Billy Hargrove!

Wear something sexy… fuck what was he going to wear?!

The week went by way too fast and yet way too slowly at the same time. Steve's heart broke a little every time he saw Billy's smile and knew he couldn't touch him. But then he would run his fingers over the note in his pocket and remind himself that even though Billy flirted with any breathing female, including the 62 year old library Mrs. McAlister, it was Steve who would be going out with him on Friday.

When Dustin piles into his car on Wednesday night, Steve breaks it to him that he can't patrol/hang out on Friday.

“Sorry, man, I got a date.”

“What?! With who?! When?! How?!” And Steve can't tell if he should be charmed by the enthusiasm or offended by the tone of surprise.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells, but it's on Friday and it's their turn to plan it so I don't know what we're doing yet.” Shit, the he/she/they of it all is going to get confusing real fast. “They just said to wear something sexy, that's all I've got.”

“What?! That's so provocative! What are you gonna wear?!”

“I dunno, this?”

And that's how Friday afternoon finds him standing in the middle of a whirlwind of preteens while they tear apart his closet, arguing over every item of clothing he owns.

“This one has a flower on it! Girls like flowers!”

“But the stripes on this one match his underwear! Girls like matching!”

“She doesn't know what underwear he's wearing!”

“And if he wears that shirt, she never will!”

“You're all wrong, he should wear the fuzzy sweater! It's soft! That means it's boyfriend material!”

“What's boyfriend material?”

“I don't know, I read it in one of Max’s magazines.”

Steve throws himself back on his bed and the kids start throwing shirts on top of him. He accepts his new fate as a laundry basket and laments all the life choices that have led to this point.

“Knock, knock! Anybody home?”

Steve peeks out of his mountain of clothing to see that Nancy has arrived to pick up the kids so it must be 6:30 already. Steve really needs to get a move on here.

“Nancy! Back me up! Girls like plaid, right?” Yells Dustin, brandishing a plaid overshirt that his grandmother got him four years ago. It's apparently the family tartan and it's a combination of purple and puke green. It has never seen the light of day.

“What's all this about?” She asks, taking in the hurricane level disaster that is the boys trying to dress him. There is even a polo swinging around the ceiling on the overhead fan.

“Steve has a date!” Will has decided to put on one of Steve's pink polos and it goes halfway to his knees. He's also pulled on one of his old Laker caps over his bowl cut.

That's when he notices that Mike has on the Hawaiian shirt he wore to a themed birthday party and Lucas is wearing a white denim jacket his mom bought him.

God he loved these dumbasses.

Dustin quickly shrugs on the plaid and they clamour around Nancy, demanding she choose which one is the most ‘sexy’.

“Nancy, send help!” he calls from beneath his pile. And hears her answering laugh. It's the cute one that she usually hides behind her hand because she's self conscious of how her nose crinkles up.

“Stand back, Romeos, witness the master at work!”

Ok, this he has to see. He pulls himself to his feet with a groan, shedding textiles everywhere. Nancy doesn't even hesitate, she fishes his favourite pair of jeans out from one pile, the ones that he knows for a fact make his ass look great. She grabs the white button up from where it is hanging off his bedside lamp and finishes it up by digging around in his closet until she finds his church vest, it's navy with a soft tweed pattern. Tommy used to call it his hot substitute teacher vest.

“Go put these on,” she shoos him into the bathroom and he has to admit as he pulls it all on that it is flattering, the jeans fit perfectly and the vest highlights how slim his waist is, how wide his shoulders have gotten. He buttons everything up tight and exits the bathroom.

“Voila!” He announced, spreading his arms to general approval from the boys but Nancy has her thoughtful frown on.

“Hmm… it needs… can I?” Her hands are fluttering like she's not sure she's allowed to touch but also not sure how to explain what she wants.

“Go for it, dude.” Dude? Seriously Harrington? You kiss one guy and suddenly you can't talk normally to a girl?

Whatever, it's good enough. Nancy moves in, rolling his sleeves neatly to his elbows, exposing his forearms. Next she undoes the top three buttons to tease a view of his collar bones. She then tosses him a brown belt and his blue and white Nikes to complete the look.

Shit, where was Nancy the last two hours? The girl knew her shit.

“Perfect!” She gave him her proud of herself smile, eyes twinkling and lips smug. “Peanut gallery, what do we think?” She stepped back and waved her hand around like she's on a game show.

Dustin let's out a whistle

“Now that's sexy !” hypes up Lucas with a snap.

“I guess she's not wrong.” is Mike's grudging praise.

“You look nice, mom!” Will remains Steve's favourite with his soft blush and sincere compliments.

“Mom?” Oh right, I guess no one explained that to Nancy yet.

“Oh yeah! Steve has major mom energy!”

“He gives us snacks! Cookies but also carrot sticks!”

“He makes us wear our seatbelts.”

“He's nice.”

Steve just shakes his head and pinches his nose. “Just roll with it, that's what I've been doing.”

“Ooookay?” Steve sees her think about questioning it further and then visibly decide against it. “When is your date anyway?”

Steve checks his watch and swears, “Like, now!” Steve claps his hands and starts herding the boys toward the door and down the stairs to the entryway. “Alright kiddos! Up ‘n at ‘em, let's go! Thank you all for your contributions! Your input has been invaluable, especially you, Will, your appreciation for polos warms my heart.”

It's as the kids are putting their shoes on, still wearing all Steve's clothes, when the doorbell rings. Dustin, the dickhead, of course answers it like he lives here, revealing Billy in all his date night glory.

It's honestly not that different to how he looked That Night. The shirt is navy this time instead of red, but it's still unbuttoned half the way down to his belly button, showing off his pecs and cameo necklace. He's rocking his usual skin tight jeans and biker boots under his brown leather jacket. His hair is all teased out and he's got a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he leans against the doorframe, sliding his shades down his nose as he looks them over.

“We having a fashion show tonight, boys? What are we dressing up as? Preps who robbed a Gap?”

“We're helping Steve pick an outfit for his date tonight!” Announces Dustin proudly and God, Steve wishes he could feel that level of confidence while wearing that plaid.

“Yeah, he went with Nancy's choice but I think mine is cooler.” Lucas strikes a pose in his white denim jacket.

“Billy! You get lots of dates! Tell Steve he'd look better in his!” Complains Mike, showing off his Hawaiian shirt.

Billy does a passable job of holding in his laughter, his eyes alight with mirth. “Well, I haven't seen the final product now have I?”

And oh shit, they are all shuffling aside so Billy can see him! Assume the position!

Now, Steve's not dumb, he knows what he looks like. He also knows how to hold himself to make himself look even better, without making it too obvious that's what he's doing. So he rubs at the back of his head like he's embarrassed, showing off the curves of his biceps through the shirt. He slides one foot behind the other, tilting his hips so it emphasizes his wide shoulders and trim waist. He peeks up at Billy and blushes at the effect he's having on the other boy.

Billy's eyes are drinking him in as he gives what must be the most thorough up down of his life. He can almost feel the caress of that gaze before he coughs, turning his attention to the boys who are also posing for his inspection.

“Aaah, sorry boys, Nancy knows her shit.” He offers her a high five and the boys despair.

“Tell you boys what, you keep your choices and you save them for when you all have your own first dates?” The only real loss is the pink polo and he's willing to make that sacrifice for the soft smile Will gives him as he looks down to admire his new shirt. The boys all cheer as they march out of the house, but Nancy hesitates when Billy doesn't move to follow them.

“You coming, Billy?

“Nah, it's a double date, see, we're picking up the girls on the way.”

Nancy nods, accepting the story easily and rounds up the boys as they attempt to wheedle details out of Billy.

“Well, since you guys were so subtle and chill about asking, I will absolutely not tell you anything. Suffer, dweebs.”

This gets them a last round of indignant squawks and groans before they finally drive off in the Wheelers station wagon. They wave until the car is out of sight before Billy crowds him up against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him.

“Fuuuck Harrington, you look like sex on a stick.” He runs his fingers over Steve's forearms before plucking at the vest. “Like a sexy teacher. Mr. Harrington, please I'll do anything for some extra credit, my grades mean a lot to me, sir.”

“Fuck off,” he scoffs, shoving the other boy, but not hard enough to move him, more to just get his hands on his bare chest. “You're one to talk, you look like the dude on the front of a bodice ripper.”

Billy throws his head back and laughs, Steve grins along until the new angle of the light makes him notice something. “Hey, what happened here?” He lightly runs his thumb along the blonds cheekbone where there is a small cut and a bruise surrounding it.

“Huh? Nothing, picked it up in dodgeball this afternoon in gym.” Billy waves his hand away before leaning his hand on the wall next to the brunette's head. “Now, Mr. Harrington, I believe we were discussing my extra credit assignment.”

It doesn't look like any dodgeball injury Steve has ever seen but he's quickly distracted by something knee shakingly good the other boy does with his tongue.

It's another thirty minutes before they make it back up for air long enough to load into the Camaro where Billy immediately takes his hand and keeps it even when he has to change gears with his other hand and steer with his knees. It's an oddly sweet gesture and Steve finds it warms his heart even as it's thundering out of his chest with how fast he's driving.

Billy takes him to the diner across town and with a wink to the hostess, scores them a booth at the back of the restaurant. Billy immediately sprawls across his side and extends his left leg out so it's pressing into the inside of Steve's right, sending a spark all up his inseam to his groin. Bastard, that was smooth as hell. I guess I'm not the only one with moves.

Steve is so busy trying to look unaffected he gives a start when the waitress swings by “Hey Billy, Steve, you boys look fancy tonight, you got a hot date?”

“Hey, Jenny,” Billy greets here. Everybody knows Jenny, she graduated a couple years ago but has been working at one of only three restaurants in town since then. “Yup, we just dropped the girls off. Fuck curfews and watchful father's, amiright?”

Jenny just rolled her eyes and took their order before sauntering away.

“Shit, you're like, scary good at this.” Steve admires the easy way lies seem to drip from Billy's tongue. It shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

“Ain't my first rodeo, pretty boy.” Billy scoffed as he relaxed in his seat, his leg rubbing harder against Steve's. “California might be more… accepting than Indiana, but it's still not safe out there. Besides, this shit is easy! People see what they want to see, so give them something they expect and they don't question it.”

What a minute… Steve opened his mouth to ask more questions about the cut on Billy's cheek but before he could get a word in, Jenny was bringing their meal and then Billy launched into a story about his first time learning to surf and he forgot again.

The two of them stayed and talked for hours. Billy tended to talk with his hands when he got rolling and Steve found himself entranced by his stories. He left his arm, palm up on the table in the hopes that Billy would take it at some point. He didn't, of course, but he did slap it every so often, or run his fingers down the sensitive skin, sometimes manipulating the whole arm into a part of his story when he needed more than two hands to make his point. His ankle remained a warm weight against the inside of his leg, moving up and down every now and then, but nothing untoward.

Steve gave as good as he got, using every opportunity to touch the other boy back, or throw fries at him when he was obviously exaggerating a story. Steve told his own as well and was partially proud of the one about how he almost got caught with his pants down by Amanda Baker's father and had to make a quick exit via the window, sans pants, that made Billy laugh so hard coke came out his nose.

Eventually they get enough side eye from Jenny to get the hint that she wants them to leave so she can go home. Billy picks up the cheque with a lascivious wink and they are bundled up into the Camaro again. Neither of them want the night to end so Steve invites Billy in for a drink when he drops him off.

“Hey, I got a question for you, pretty boy.” Billy has followed him into the kitchen and accepts the beer he fishes out of the fridge. “When you were trying to let me down easy, the first time. You said ‘this kinda stuff happens’ what did you mean by that?”

It takes a minute before he remembers their first private basketball practice, back when Billy was still pretending nothing had happened between them. “Oh shit, yeah! Well, after the first go around with the Upside Down, I kinda wanted to kiss Jonathan. Came close too, only stopped myself cause I was with Nancy, ya know? We were exclusive so no bueno on kissing other people.” he took a long pull from his beer before noticing that Billy was staring at him. “What?”

“So, let me get this straight. Your type is pretty much any girl, and alt rock guys you've shared life threatening experiences with?”

“Dude, I don't know! I haven't really thought about it!”

“What? How can you not think about it?!”

“Mostly I've been thinking about you, asshole.” that gets him a blush and a small private smile, the kind he only shows to Steve. “Besides, it's confusing! Because on the one hand there's you and all of your…” he just kind of gestures to all of him, “everything. And it's hot as hell to like a distracting degree. But then on the other hand it's like, I definitely like girls, because you know, boobies, which are great.”

“I don't, actually.” Billy's voice is barely above a whisper.

“Huh? Don't what? Have boobies? You kinda do, your pecs are huge man, and you're always flashing them, it's a problem.”

Billy shoves at him with a laugh now. “No! I mean, I don't ‘know’ about the boobies. Like they're nice and all, but they don't really… do it for me. Girls I mean.”

And now Steve is just flabbergasted. “What?! But you hit on every single female woman in a 50 foot radius! Even the ugly ones! And the old ones! And the ones with moustaches!”

Billy just shrugs, “Just playing the part, gotta keep 'em off the trail. I'm not sure you understand just how dangerous it is out there to be… like me.” and shit, he had never seen Billy look so… small as he did when he said that.

Steve put his beer down and moved closer to his boyfriend, taking his beer too and putting it aside.

“Hey, what you are, Billy, is a total badass.” He slowly ran his nose up the younger boy's throat, reveling in the shiver it earned him. “A fantastic basketball player.” He nibbled behind the boy's ear like he knew drove him crazy. “A good brother.” He brushed his lips feather light over his cheek. “And a freaking menace on the roads.” He finally met the other boy's lips, tasting his chuckle at that last one. “What you are, is amazing, Billy Hargrove. And I'm the luckiest guy in town that I get to hold you like this.”

“Fucking sap.” But Steve could tell he was pleased when Billy flipped their positions, so he was the one caging Steve in against the counter, gripping him by the hips to lift him up and perch him on the counter. And that little lift, the casual show of strength did something to him. Made him ravenous as he pulled the blond closer, spreading his legs so he could press himself all along the other boy's front and plunder his mouth with his tongue.

There was nothing gentle about this kiss as they both did their best to devour each other, hands everywhere, trying to touch everything all at once. Billy's hands were creeping up his thighs dangerously close to where he wanted them most while Steve slips his into the gaping opening of the other boy's shirt, fingers skimming over toned muscles, across the still slightly raised skin on the scars from the demodog claws and over one nipple, rolling it between a thumb and forefinger.

Billy gasped and his hands jumped to the front of Steve's vest, fumbling with the buttons but still getting it off in record time before starting on the dress shirt underneath.

“So many fucking buttons, wrapped up all pretty for me, huh baby?” And Steve groaned at the pet name as he abandoned the other boy's nipples to work on getting Billy's shirt the rest of the way off and floating down to the floor.

They both pulled back, gasping to drink in the sight of the other half naked. It's nothing they haven't seen before a thousand times in gym class and more besides in the showers but it felt different in the quiet hush of his kitchen, the fridge humming softly beside them and no one around to interrupt.

They were both fit, sports four days a week made that inevitable but whereas Steve spent his off season in the pool on the swim team, Billy spent his lifting weights and it showed. He didn't have another word to describe Billy except that he was thick. Thick arms, thick waist, thick thighs, all bulging muscles sloping beautifully under smooth golden skin that still somehow held onto its tan in the chilly late November air.

Billy reached out a hand to lightly caress the brunette, trailing fingers from his neck, down his chest to his abs before settling on his hip. “Fuck, you're gorgeous.”

Steve used his knuckle to tilt the other boy's face back up to meet him in a gentle kiss, “My eyes are up here, Hargrove.” Billy let out a laugh before dutifully meeting his gaze. “But your eyes are the prettiest I've ever seen. It looks like the ocean in a storm.”

“Unsettling and full of shit?”

“Dangerous and like I'm drowning.”

“Fucking sap.”

They come back together and it's not as frenzied as before, now it feels like gravity, like of course he belongs here, kissing this beautiful guy. He feels anchored and sure as he enjoys the novelty of exploring another dude's body, cataloguing the differences between when he does this with girls and honestly not finding that many. Billy still gasps when he traces the lines of his stomach down to his waist band. Still arcs into his touch when he palms his chest. Still groans when he lightly tugs on a nipple with his teeth and runs over it with his tongue.

They stay like that until the alarm on Billy's watch goes off and he reluctantly pulls away.

“I gotta go, pretty boy. My dad will tear me a new one if I miss curfew again.”

Steve glances over at the clock on the stove and sees it's already 11:15. Shit, they had been at this for over an hour. “Alright, Cinderella, get home before your ride turns back into a pumpkin.”

Billy scoffed, offended as he pulled his shirt back on, buttoning it up higher than usual to hide a hickey Steve had left on his right pec. “Pfft, how dare you insult my lady like that. She is 100% purebred American Steel.”

“Yeah, alright Knight Rider.”

“That was a firebird! My baby is way sexier!”

Steve laughed as he jumped down off the counter, grimacing as his jeans rubbed uncomfortably against the tent in his pants. He slid his arms back into his own shirt but didn't bother doing it up. He caught Billy checking him out, eyes running down his bare chest before getting caught on his crotch. His jeans were doing exactly nothing to hide how much he had enjoyed their date and when he glanced down at Billy he saw he was in a similar state.

“You gonna think about me when you deal with that when I'm gone baby?”

Jesus Christ, who just says that?

Steve fights through what he just knows is a burning blush to give his boyfriend a wink. “I will if you promise to do the same.”

“What do you think I've been doing since I moved here, pretty boy?”

Nope, Steve wasn't going to think about that! His brain could not handle that, too much input. Unfortunately, his brain did not get that memo and he had enough memories from the shower to form a pretty complete picture of exactly what that might look like and Steve choked on his own spit.

Billy had his feral grin back, the one where he knew he was getting to someone “I been beating it to the thought of you on your knees for months, baby.” He murmured, right in Steve's ear as he tried to take a full breath, “been touching myself other places too, pretty boy. You got no idea the things I wanna do to you, the places I wanna touch you, with my fingers, with my tongue.”

“Jesus Christ,” he finally chokes out.

“Nope, we definitely won't be leaving space for him, princess.”

Billy cackled as that set Steve off on another coughing fit and he finally started heading toward the door.

“Think about me, baby, and take notes, I wanna hear all about it next time we have a minute to ourselves.”

Billy gives him one last lingering kiss, trailing one finger across the tip of his (at this point leaking) dick through his jeans before swaggering out the front door, hard-on leading the way and climbing in his car, driving away.

“Son of a bitch.” Steve slams the door shut before leaning his back against it and shoving his hand in his pants to do exactly as he had been told.

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It Happened One November - Part 15

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Billy let out a wild whoop the following Monday morning as he and Max raced down the otherwise quiet streets of Hawkins on their way to the school. He could barely hear Max laughing in the passenger seat over the wind whipping through the windows, ruining both of their hair, and the radio screaming Kiss in his ear.

Today would be a good day, he could feel it. Tonight was their fourth game of the season, he had his ride back, he had new real friends who had his back, and he had the hottest fucking guy in town as his boyfriend, things were looking good.

“I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me

And I can't get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me!”

The two of them were yelling along to the radio as they pulled into the school parking lot way too fast, kicking up dust and drawing eyes. Usually he wouldn't be caught dead enjoying time spent with his loser step sister but he was just too damn happy to give a shit today.

Max was still laughing as he cut the engine and turned to face her. “Alright, shitbird, I got my game after school today so you're on your own for getting home.”

“What are you talking about? We're coming to watch you and mom play!” And the way she said it, like it was already a given, made his heart swell. “I'm getting a ride home with Neil and Susan after the game.”

“You guys are sticking with ‘mom’, huh?” He teased, remembering the exasperated sigh Steve always gives when the kids call him that.

Max gives her most shit eating grin as they climb out of the car “He hates it! Of course we are!”

“Yeah, you're right, keep it up.” Max cackles as she skates away down the hill to the middle school. Billy just shakes his head, grinning as he swaggers toward the high school, accepting high fives from some teammates as he goes.

The energy in the school is vibrant and Billy soaks in all the well wishes, the high fives from the dudes, the flirtatious winks from the girls. Billy has always thrived on attention and he is loving this.

A note flutters out when he opens his locker. It's obviously been torn out of a notebook and when he opens it, it reads

Good luck babe - S

It even smells like Steve's cologne.

That fucking guy . He thinks in the most affectionate way possible before tucking the note into the inside pocket of his letterman jacket so he can bring it to class.

Since it's a game day, Steve is sitting with the rest of the team at the popular table and fuuuck does he look good in his jacket. Leather, even preppy leather, is a good look on him and Billy has to stop himself from leaning over to bury his nose in the older boy's collar to breathe him in. He settles for taking him by the shoulders and shaking him roughly enough that his hair flops around. God, he wants to run his fingers through it, tangle it up and yank on it.

“Heard your children are coming to the game tonight,” he laughs as he slides into the seat beside him, not caring that he's edging Patrick out of his spot, or that he's interrupting their conversation. He reaches over and steals the pudding cup off Steve's tray since he knows he doesn't like the butterscotch ones.

Steve rolls his eyes as he leans in toward Billy, raising his hand like he is going to touch his hair or something before catching himself with a frown and turning it into a shoulder punch. Billy grins back, good save Harrington , he even manages to make it look natural.

“They're your children too, ba- asshole.”

“You don't see me chauffeuring them around town like a bitch.”

“Yeah, ok, then who was that sitting in the passenger seat this morning?” Steve shoots back.

“Ah, you saw that huh? I got my baby back! And you didn't even come by to re-introduce yourself?”

Steve just shrugs before he's pulled into another conversation by Jason Carver on his other side. Billy doesn't mind, he's having the best day and he takes great pleasure in stretching out his foot so Tommy trips and almost drops his lunch, catching his tongue between his teeth as he smirks at the bird Tommy flips him.

The game that night is a dream. The other team is actually good enough to present a challenge, making them really work for it. And work for it they do.

And fuck, Billy can finally see why Harrington is the captain of this team. Billy may be better than him one vs. one but it's like Steve can see three moves ahead, reading the players like a fucking book. He makes pass after pass, leading their team in circles around their opponents.

When Billy wants to showboat a little, he's right behind, covering for him. When he's flagging at the end, Steve steps up and presses the offence. The best is right as they enter the fourth quarter, the two of them weaving in and out of the defenders, ball barely touching the ground as they pass back and forth, sinking shot after shot, setting each other up for gorgeous dunks before racing back to cover their own end.

The kids are all there as promised. Max and Lucas are on the edge of their seats, cheering them on and booing the ref. Dustin and Will clearly have no idea what's going on but are happily munching away on their popcorn and cheering when everyone else does. Mike is visibly pouting that he has to be here which is hilarious.

The score ends at 116 to 114 for the Tigers and the stands all clear as fans run onto the court. Billy is being jostled on all sides but manages to get an arm around Steve's neck for a little while, pulling him in close and yelling praise into his face before they are swept apart by the crowd again. At some point one of the cheerleaders, Stacy he thinks, grabs his face and kisses him right on the lips and Billy can only laugh.

Next time the crowd parts enough for him to find Steve, he's surrounded by the brats. Max and Lucas are excitedly throwing their hands in the air and they both natter away at him, Dustin and Will are singing along with the rest of the crowd and Mike is sulking on the fringes. As Billy approaches, he's enveloped into the group, listening to Lucas give a play by play as if they hadn't just lived it when Mrs. Byers wades into the crowd.

She reaches out to cup first Steve and then Billy's cheeks in her hands, tells them what a good job they did and that she's proud of them and fuck if that doesn't make Billy have to turn away and wipe at his cheeks. It's just really hot in here is all and his eyes are a little sweaty. He's not crying because only pussies cry.

Eventually they have to go get changed and there is a party that night at Andy's parents place. Steve begs off, saying he needs to drop off the kids but says that Billy should go. Billy knows Steve just doesn't like parties anymore but if he's cool with Billy going by himself then he's absolutely going to go and blow off some steam now his grounding has finally lifted.

He ends up drinking way too much and having to sleep in his car because his dad locks him out of the house but even that isn't enough to bring down Billy's spirits, today was a good day.

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