#Billy Hargrove x steve Harrington

[achillesunly]

Need that shit like oxygen

Cut to Steve lying on the floor excitedly while waiting for Billy to give him some mouth to mouth action

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Painted Basketballs (Billy Hargrove)

Summary: you panic at the thought of talking to Billy.

Warnings: fluff, billy's nice :), shy reader

WC: 1.3K

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Request: Billy Hargrove idea: Reader is a new girl from out of State; shy, reserved, and a little nerdy. She watches the basketball practice and draws the scene and wants to give it to Billy... as she waits outside of the boy's locker room showers, she calls out to him and then starts to get a panic attack from nerves, and he reacts to her. Steve, Eddie, and Tommy H make appearances. @fandom-princess-forevermore

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You were never the type to make a scene. In fact, you preferred to blend into the background, fading into the quiet corners of the world where no one would notice your existence. Moving to Hawkins from out of state had been a whirlwind of adjustment—new school, new people, a new everything. So, naturally, you took to the sidelines.

It wasn't that you didn't want to make friends or fit in—it was just... hard. You were shy, reserved, and admittedly a little nerdy. That combination didn't exactly make you the most popular girl in school. But you found your own way of navigating this small, quirky town. Art, for one. Your sketchbook became your best companion. You carried it everywhere, always ready to capture something interesting, something beautiful, something that made you feel like you belonged in this unfamiliar place.

That’s how you found yourself outside the gym one late afternoon, watching the boys’ basketball practice through the windows. You had been drawn to it, not for the game itself, but for the motion—the intensity of their movements, the way they worked as a team, the way their bodies twisted and turned with so much raw energy. You couldn’t help but be captivated by the scene.

And so you had your sketchbook, perched on the low wall outside, pencil moving with practiced ease over the paper, capturing the fast-paced action. The light spilling through the windows, the sweat glistening on their bodies, the determined looks on their faces—it was all so real, so vivid. But one figure in particular caught your attention.

Billy Hargrove.

There was something about him—the way he moved with a certain effortless confidence, the way his cocky smirk never seemed to leave his face, even when he was in the middle of the game. He was different from the other guys, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe when he was around. He was the kind of guy who commanded attention, even if he wasn’t trying.

You focused on him, the tip of your pencil gently shading in the muscles of his arms as he caught the basketball mid-air, ready to make a play. Your hand moved without thinking, lost in the rhythm of the moment, as you added little details to the picture—his hair, messy with sweat, his narrowed eyes, and the confident way he held himself.

The bell rang, signaling the end of practice. You hurried to finish your drawing, heart beating a little faster at the thought of giving it to him. It wasn’t a big deal. Just a drawing. You were sure it would go unnoticed, or worse, mocked. But you couldn’t stop the feeling—the desire to do something bold, something outside of your usual comfort zone.

And so, you waited.

The basketball players made their way toward the locker room, chatting loudly as they disappeared into the building. You stood outside, tapping your fingers nervously on your sketchbook. You had no idea what to say when Billy came out. Would he laugh at your drawing? Would he even look at it? Would he think you were a total freak?

But you told yourself that it didn’t matter. You were going to do this.

The minutes dragged on as you waited, your palms sweating. You finally heard the sound of the locker room door opening, the voices of the guys drifting out into the hallway. You stood straighter, trying to act normal, but your heart was pounding in your chest.

You saw him before he saw you. Billy, still in his practice clothes, towel slung over his shoulder, looking every bit the image of someone who didn’t have a care in the world. You swallowed thickly, gathering the last of your courage.

“Billy!” you called out, your voice small but loud enough to catch his attention.

He turned, raising an eyebrow as his eyes locked onto yours. You stood there, holding the sketchbook to your chest like a shield, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“Hey,” Billy said, his voice low, the same smirk on his face, though it looked more amused now. He took a step closer, running a hand through his damp hair. “What’s up, new girl?”

You felt a knot of nerves twist in your stomach. You wanted to say something witty, something that would make you seem confident, but all you could manage was a small, shaky breath.

“I—uh, I drew this,” you stammered, holding out the sketchbook. “I... thought you might like it.”

Billy’s gaze flicked down to the book, his eyebrow raising again as he glanced from your face to the drawing. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as he studied the page, his silence making your anxiety skyrocket.

Suddenly, the world felt too tight. Your breath started coming in shallow bursts, your vision blurring as the edges of the world seemed to fade away. You could feel the panic building, your chest tightening, the weight of your own nerves too much to handle.

You were having a panic attack.

Your hands were trembling, and the sketchbook felt heavy in your grasp. You wanted to put it down, to run away and disappear. You tried to steady yourself, but the room was spinning, your body feeling disconnected from your mind.

“Hey, hey, you okay?”

Billy’s voice broke through the fog in your head. You barely registered him taking a step closer, his expression suddenly changing from amusement to concern.

“I—I’m fine,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m just... sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Before you could finish, Billy’s hand reached out, gently touching your arm, grounding you.

“You’re not fine,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm. “Take a deep breath. Just focus on me, okay?”

You nodded weakly, trying to do what he said, but it felt so hard.

Then, out of nowhere, Steve Harrington appeared, walking up behind Billy, his brows furrowing when he noticed the tension.

“Everything alright here, man?” Steve asked, his voice casual but concerned, as if he sensed something was off.

Eddie Munson, trailing behind Steve and Tommy H., noticed too. “Whoa, is she okay?” Eddie asked, eyeing you with a mixture of confusion and concern.

Billy gave them a quick glance, then turned back to you, his hand still on your arm. “She’s just having a rough moment. Give her some space.”

Steve stepped forward, eyeing Billy for a second before his gaze softened. “Hey, you’re gonna be fine. We got you, alright?”

You nodded, struggling to focus on their reassuring voices. With each word, it felt like the panic was slowly starting to ease, the fog lifting from your mind.

Billy gave you a small smile, his usual bravado replaced with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. “It’s alright, new girl. You’re good. Just breathe with me.”

And somehow, you did.

When the panic finally passed, you exhaled shakily, feeling the relief wash over you. Billy’s hand was still lightly gripping your arm, though he had let go once he saw you were steady.

“Thanks,” you whispered, still feeling a bit shaky but mostly calm.

Billy smirked, his usual cocky attitude slipping back into place. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly used to comforting people. But you’re okay now, right?”

You nodded again, feeling embarrassed but grateful.

“I, uh... I meant it, though,” you said, lifting the sketchbook up again. “The drawing, I mean. I—well, I wanted you to have it.”

Billy took it from you, his eyes briefly flicking over the page again. “I’ll keep it,” he said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips now. “Maybe you should draw me again sometime. When you’re feeling... better.”

You smiled faintly, a wave of warmth flooding through you. Maybe being the “new girl” wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, you’d find a place for yourself here.

And Billy Hargrove? Maybe he wasn’t as unreachable as he seemed.

[fujiblackthorne]

romance is alive and well 🐝

[richard-michael-afton]

Based off of thomas Sanders bloops of the rude gay bully segment V

I thought these were perfect for the characters lmaO

[billlyharrington]

Robin: Hey, no, hold on. You wanna get together with Billy? After all the shit-talking you did about him? After he beat you up? Seriously?

Steve:

[keeryhours]

i bet on losing dogs - steve harrington x billy hargrove

Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Main Masterlist

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

Summary:

Billy and Steve form an unlikely relationship that turns into…more? But they’re not in love, definitely not.

i know i could have loved you

but you would not let me

Warnings:

Smut (18+), mutual masturbation, handjobs, oral (both m receiving), fingering, anal sex (both receiving), spit, cumplay, Steve has very confusing feelings about his sexuality, panic attack, Billy is a dick, angst, the word “cock” is used about a million times

Word Count: 12.5k

A/N:

WOW okay so this is the longest thing I’ve ever written. I feel attached to it! I hope you enjoy. I love hearing your thoughts ❤️

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Billy Hargrove was fucking infuriating.

It was the way he thought he was better than everyone. The way he was better than everyone. The way he came in and took over Steve’s spot at Hawkins, took over all his former friends and his spot on the basketball team and the ladder of popularity. The way he carried himself with such confidence, the way he wasn’t scared to get up in Steve’s face or even touch him to intimidate him.

And it worked. Steve hated that most of all.

And he hated the way he couldn’t ignore Billy, the way he couldn’t stop thinking of him. The way he’d catch glimpses of his body in the locker room and quickly look away. But Billy always saw. He always watched Steve openly, a smirk on his stupid face. He knew that Steve watched him, and it gave him a sick satisfaction.

Billy liked to play games. When they would be at basketball practice, he would always target Steve specifically, always finding reasons to be as close to him as possible so he could whisper his taunts in his ear. Billy told himself it was about getting under Steve’s skin, but the truth was that he just liked being close to the other boy.

The first time Steve and Billy really talked was after a basketball game. It had been an intense one, Hawkins had won but only barely. Truthfully, Billy had carried the team. Afterwards the team was celebrating in the locker room, and Steve slipped out back for some fresh air.

“Good game,” the low voice had come from Steve’s right. He turned, seeing Billy leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand, shirtless with nothing but those little basketball shorts. He didn’t mean to stare.

Billy had smirked, pushing off the wall and walking towards Steve. “You planted your feet.”

Steve looked away, not wanting to admit he’d taken Billy’s advice. “Yeah, well.”

“Worked, huh?”

Steve didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Yeah.”

Billy blew his smoke out in Steve’s face. Steve had smoked cigarettes before, but he still hated the smell of the smoke. He coughed as he waved it away. “Can you fuck off?”

“Why?” Billy asked, cigarette hanging from his lips. “Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“Not really, no,” Steve grumbled under his breath. “I wanted to be alone.”

“Don’t want to celebrate with the rest of us?” Billy gently punched Steve’s chest. “Come on, pretty boy.”

Steve’s hand came up over his chest where Billy’s hand had made contact. He didn’t understand the electric feeling it left behind. It was like how Nancy had made him feel, only…different. Stronger. More intense. He didn’t like that at all. “I just didn’t feel like it.”

Billy examined the other boy’s face. “Suit yourself, Harrington.” He flicked his finished cigarette on the ground before beginning to saunter back to the door. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Steve didn’t know what the hell he meant by that, but he had no plans to rejoin the team. He had too much on his mind, and Billy was a major part of that.

It was a week later when they were assigned to be partners for their history project. Steve felt sick to his stomach when he saw his name next to Billy’s. He didn’t want to have to interact with him any more than he had to.

“I can come to your place after school,” Billy had said after class, seeming completely uninterested. “I can’t fail this project, if I get another F in this class I’m off the team.”

Steve had just nodded. “Yeah, okay. My parents are never home, so.”

That day, Steve sped home from school and cleaned his entire room. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he didn’t want Billy to see his room a mess. He wanted things to seem perfect.

For some reason.

When he answered the door to Billy, he didn’t understand why he felt so nervous. It was just Billy, his annoying teammate/classmate/nemesis. Steve hated being confused by his own feelings.

“This is my room,” Steve had said, leading Billy into his bedroom. Billy made himself at home, flopping down onto Steve’s bed.

“Nice place,” he complimented. Steve found himself blushing - he did live in a nice house, he knew that, but he still felt embarrassed whenever it was pointed out.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a seat next to Billy on the bed. “I guess we should get started?”

They attempted to get started on the project, but Billy was too distracting. Not only did he demand all of Steve’s attention any time he was around, but he was also so fucking annoying. He wouldn’t stop balling up pieces of paper and throwing them at Steve’s head while he was working.

“Can you cut that out?” Steve finally snapped, his head turning in Billy’s direction. “You’re such a child.”

Billy laughed. “It’s getting a rise out of you, isn’t it?”

Steve blushed, turning back to his textbook. “No. It’s just annoying.”

Billy licked his lips, looking over Steve. He loved irritating the other boy, loved the reactions he could get from him. He liked seeing him pissed off. He thought he was kind of cute when he was pissed off.

Steve jolted at the feeling of Billy’s hand on his thigh.

“What- what are you doing?”

“You ever fooled around with a guy, King Steve?”

The question made Steve’s blood run cold. Of course he hadn’t. He didn’t like guys in that way, he wasn’t gay. He’d never had feelings for a guy like that.

“No, of course not,” Steve said, scoffing. “What kind of question is that?”

Billy shrugged. “Nothing to be ashamed about if you had. It’s just sex.”

Steve felt himself blushing furiously. “Well, I haven’t.”

Steve felt a finger on the side of his jaw, turning his head. “Look at me, pretty boy.”

Steve cautiously met Billy’s eyes. The other boy was looking at him so intently, his gaze dropping down to Steve’s lips. Before he knew what was happening, Billy was leaning in and their lips were pressing together.

Steve’s eyes went wide, but between the feeling of Billy’s lips locking with his own and his hand tangling in the back of Steve’s hair, he found himself melting into the kiss. He wondered if this was some kind of trick, some way to humiliate him again, but he couldn’t help the way he leaned into Billy’s touch, the way he wanted more.

It quickly turned into a makeout session, Billy slipping his tongue into Steve’s mouth. Steve met his tongue eagerly, moaning into the kiss as Billy deepened it. Steve’s heart was beating hard in his chest, he still wasn’t sure if he trusted Billy, and he was confused as to why he liked this so much. He was still pretty sure he didn’t have feelings for boys in that way - but Billy was making him feel all kinds of things he’d never felt before.

When Billy pulled away, Steve looked at him wide eyed, like he couldn’t believe what they’d just done. Billy’s expression was relaxed, that cocky smirk still on his face.

“We-“

“It’s okay,” Billy laughed. “It’s okay to like it.”

Billy started coming over pretty often after that. They developed some kind of strange friendship, where they would mostly sit around, talk about basketball or recent parties, and always eventually end up making out on Steve’s bed.

Billy and Steve were shirtless, leaning against Steve’s headboard next to each other. Billy had brought a porno over, telling Steve he needed to stop moping about Nancy so much and realize there were plenty of bitches in the sea.

Now, the porno played on Steve’s small color TV while the two guys sat back watching. Steve felt awkward, he’d never looked at anything like this with someone else around before. He couldn’t help how excited it made him though, his cock hard and straining beneath his shorts.

Billy rubbed his hand over his own clothed cock, watching the scene on the TV intently. The blanket covered their laps, but Steve was still acutely aware when Billy pulled his cock out of his pants and started fisting it. Steve tried his hardest to keep his attention on the TV, but he couldn’t stop looking at Billy next to him through his peripheral vision.

It only made Steve harder. His dick was painfully hard now, the constricting shorts making him uncomfortable. He palmed himself, watching Billy’s hand moving beneath the blanket. If Billy took his out, it wouldn’t be weird for him to do the same, right?

Steve reached a hand into his shorts, wrapping his hand around his cock. It was immediate relief, and he couldn’t help the low moan that escaped his mouth. Billy’s eyes darted to Steve, his hand moving slightly faster.

Steve pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock, pumping it in his fist now but being careful to keep himself covered. He tried to watch the scene on the TV - the girl was getting bent over the doctor’s table now - but Billy’s chest and abs were flexing with every jerk of his hand, and Steve found himself watching the blankets, wondering what Billy looked like.

“You like that, Harrington?” Billy asked, his voice strained. Steve panicked for a minute before he realized Billy had been referring to the video and not himself.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve said, voice weak. If Billy had asked him what color the woman’s hair was, he was sure he couldn’t have told him.

Billy chuckled. “You ever fuck a girl like that?”

“No,” Steve admitted. Most of his sexual experiences had been pretty…vanilla. Nothing like what was happening on screen. Nothing like Billy.

“Are you into anyone?” Billy asked. “Besides Wheeler, obviously.” He looked at Steve for a moment, and Steve wondered how the hell he could look so casual with this going on.

“Um…” Steve said, knowing he wasn’t. “Michelle,” he said, the first girl that came to mind.

Billy snorted. “That shouldn’t be hard.”

It was quiet again for a while, the only sounds the moaning from the TV. Finally, Billy spoke up again. “How would you fuck her?”

Steve didn’t know what to say. “Uh…”

“Don’t overthink it,” Billy said. “How do you think about fucking her?”

“Um…” Steve closed his eyes and tried to picture it. But as hard as he tried, the only thing he could visualize was Billy kissing him again, his lips trailing lower down Steve’s body, lower and lower…

“It’s not a hard question, man.”

“I guess I think about…” Steve thought about what Billy’s cock might look like. “Kissing her, all over her body…” He thought about Billy’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Undressing her, laying her down on my bed, licking her pussy.” He thought about Billy’s annoying mouth kissing down his body until he reached his cock, which was currently throbbing in his hand. “Turning her over, fucking her from behind.” Steve’s hand sped up as he thought about Billy’s lips wrapped around his cock, the way his tongue might feel, those pink lips stretched around his girth. “Cumming in her.” Steve’s head tilted back as he thought about fucking Billy’s mouth, shutting him up, cumming down his throat. He was getting close.

The muscles in Steve’s upper body tensed, his hand moving quickly over his cock, precum providing some lubricant for his hand. His eyes stay closed as he pictures Billy doing all those things to him, and more.

“You close?” Billy asked, breathless.

“Yeah,” Steve whimpered, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed about it.

“Me too,” Billy said. His eyes locked back on the TV, and Steve listened intently to the soft groans he was letting out now. It sent chills up his spine.

Billy let out a louder groan as he came, and it pushed Steve immediately into the most intense orgasm of his life, his cum spilling over his hand and all over his stomach and thighs. A much bigger mess than he usually made.

Steve reached for the tissue box on his side table with his clean hand, taking out a handful and cleaning himself up. Billy grabbed some from the box too, hand disappearing back under the blankets.

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting when they were done, but it wasn’t for Billy to stand up from the bed, ejecting the tape and picking up his keys. “I’ll see you around, Harrington.”

“Uh…yeah, see you,” Steve said as Billy’s form was already retreating out of the door.

Steve jerked off another two times that night to the thought of Billy. He was confused and angry. He hated himself afterwards, wanted to slap himself for being so stupid, for even entertaining the idea of being attracted to another man, to Billy. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

Things changed after that.

Steve couldn’t stop noticing Billy now. It was torture. He was always leaned against a locker, talking to Tina or Carol or Lisa, or even Michelle. Not that Steve actually had feelings for her, but Billy thought he did, and still he caught them making out during 3rd period.

It hurt Steve, just not in the way Billy had intended.

He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Billy. He couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done together. He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wished he’d gotten even a glimpse of Billy’s cock that day. And he hated himself for every one of those thoughts.

He tried to bury his feelings in girls from school, even hooked up with a girl from the class above him who was home from college visiting her family. It didn’t help. He still pictured Billy when they kissed, he still thought of Billy when he fucked them. He came to the thought of Billy every time, then felt like the absolute scum of the earth for the way he felt and for using these girls.

Something had to change.

The next time Billy suggested he come over, Steve felt like he had to put a stop to it.

“We shouldn’t hang out anymore,” Steve hissed under his breath, standing in a secluded spot outside of the gym before practice.

“Why not?” Billy asked, unbothered by the news or by the idea of anyone overhearing them.

“Because, it’s not…” Steve looked around. “It’s not right.”

“What’s not right?”

Steve looked at Billy like he was crazy. “Two guys kissing. Us jerking off together. It’s weird.”

Billy chuckled, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “It seemed like you liked it a lot at the time.”

Steve blushed furiously. “I did not like it.”

“You came pretty fucking hard.”

Steve didn’t think it was possible for him to blush any harder. He was completely flustered, lost for words in his anger. And the worst part was Billy wasn’t wrong.

“We just shouldn’t do it anymore.”

Billy shrugged. “Okay. Whatever you want, Harrington.” He stubbed his cigarette out. “Are we done here?”

Steve watched him. Everything in his chest was screaming no, I don’t mean any of it, can you please kiss me again? But he doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he said, “Yeah. We’re done.”

He watched as Billy walked off, the door of the gym closing behind him.

Steve thought ending things with Billy would help. He thought these thoughts and feelings would go away and he could go back to living his life as he was. It didn’t work.

That’s how Steve found himself pacing his room a week later, fingers itching to grab the telephone. His parents were gone for the weekend again, and he wanted nothing more than for Billy to come over. He eyed the phone, wondering just how humiliating it would be to call the other man and grovel. He wondered if what was left of his ego could take it.

He snatched the phone off the receiver, holding it to his ear and listening to the dial tone. His fingers hovered over the numbers. He had the number memorized. But did he really want to do this?

Yeah. He did.

He dialed the number, holding the phone tight to his ear as he listened to it ring. He willed Billy to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Billy,” Steve said. It was all he could think to say.

Billy laughed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in 30.”

He hung the phone up before Steve even processed what happened. He felt relieved, but also scared. He didn’t know what would happen tonight, if they would end up going further.

He hoped they would.

When Billy showed up, he was dressed in a button down that was half undone, a cigarette in his mouth as he entered the Harrington house. Steve started to say something about not smoking in the house, but immediately dropped it as he admired the way Billy’s ass looked in his jeans.

He followed Billy up to his own room, locking the door behind them even though he knew no one would be there. Billy made himself comfortable on Steve’s bed, finishing his cigarette and dropping it on his bedside table, getting ash everywhere. Steve was annoyed, but again he didn’t say anything.

“I brought another tape,” Billy said. “Want to watch?”

“I…yeah.”

Minutes later they were back in Steve’s bed, laps covered by the blanket. It was a different scenario on the tape this time, something more Steve’s taste. The girl even looked a bit like Nancy. But that’s not who he was thinking about.

He pumped his cock in his hand, eyes drifting over to where Billy was doing the same. Billy turned, meeting Steve’s eyes, and Steve quickly turned his head. But he’d already been caught.

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Billy teased. Steve opened his mouth for a smart response but every thought was pulled from his head when Billy pushed the blanket back off his lap, revealing his hard cock.

It was beautiful. Thick, so thick, tip red and leaking. He was long, not quite as long as Steve, but nearly. Steve’s eyes were glued to it, and he subconsciously found himself pumping his hand faster. Billy didn’t miss it.

He licked his lips as he slowly began stroking his cock again, watching Steve stare. He put on a show, squeezing his balls, slowly running his hand up the length of his dick, rubbing his thumb over his slit. He brought the precum to his lips and licked it off. Steve groaned.

Neither of them were watching the porn anymore. They were watching each other, and Steve was alarmed at how much more quickly he was approaching his release watching Billy instead. Seeing him stroking his dick. Right next to him.

So fast that Steve didn’t even have time to process, Billy reached a hand over and wrapped it around Steve’s cock. Steve removed his own hand, a strangled cry leaving his lips at the sudden sensation. Billy leaned over, spitting on the tip of Steve’s dick, his hand rubbing it over his length to spread it around. Steve crawled his own hand across the sheets between them until it reached Billy’s thigh, and he moved up, finally gripping Billy’s cock.

Billy hissed, bucking his hips up into Steve’s hand. Steve’s wide eyes darted between his hand on Billy and Billy’s on his own cock, not sure where he wanted to be watching more. “Billy,” he whined, and Billy wrapped his free hand in the back of Steve’s hair to pull him in for a rough kiss.

Billy’s tongue immediately pushed into Steve’s mouth, and they made out messily as they quickly jerked each other off. Billy bit down on his lip, causing Steve to moan into his mouth. Billy reached down to squeeze Steve’s balls in his hand before moving back to pumping his cock.

“Billy…Billy…” Steve whined, bucking his hips up against the other boy as he felt himself get closer and closer.

“That’s it,” Billy said, breathless. “Say my name. I’m the one making you feel this good. Not some girl. Me.”

Billy licked a stripe along Steve’s neck and he came hard, crying out and hips jolting up as his cum spilled all over, coating Billy’s hand.

“Shit,” Billy hissed, grabbing onto Steve’s hand and encouraging him to pump him faster. “Getting close. So close.”

“Wanna see you cum,” Steve said, voice still whiney and pleading.

“Fuck, I-“ Billy interrupted himself with a loud groan as his cum shot out over Steve’s hand, onto Billy’s thighs and the blanket on their legs. Steve watched - he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so hot.

Billy brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth, licking all of Steve’s spend off of himself. Steve’s jaw dropped - he’d never had anyone do that before. Billy leaned in, pressing his tongue back into Steve’s mouth and forcing him to taste his own cum. Steve eagerly licked the other boy’s tongue clean, swallowing all of his own cum. When they broke the kiss, Billy picked up Steve’s hand, holding eye contact with him as he licked his fingers clean, too.

“Christ,” Steve said, his voice hoarse.

Billy smirked. “I thought you said it was weird to jerk off together?”

Steve blushed. He didn’t know what to say. Now that the excitement was dying down, he didn’t know how to feel. Now not only was he confused about his feelings for guys in general - but his feelings for Billy specifically. That terrified him more than anything.

Billy cleaned himself up, pulling his jeans back on. Steve tucked his own dick back away, not sure where to go from there. That was more than just jerking off together - that was something else. He couldn’t run from his feelings anymore after what he’d just done, and how much he liked it.

Steve started inviting Billy over himself after that. Apparently Billy was a busy guy, because more than half the time he’d tell Steve he couldn’t. He’d usually spend the next day in class hearing about how Billy had rocked some girl’s world.

Steve wanted to know what it would be like for Billy to-

No. Nevermind.

He invited the other boy over again that day after school.

“Sure,” Billy said, surprising Steve. “Why not?”

They didn’t waste any time pretending they didn’t want each other once they made it to the safety of Steve’s bedroom. Billy’s lips were on his immediately, shoving him back against the door with a loud thud. Steve gasped into the kiss, his hands squeezing onto Billy’s broad shoulders.

“You’ve been desperate,” Billy muttered against Steve’s lips. “Beggin’ me to come over every day. Miss my cock that bad?” He rolled his hips against Steve’s then, and Steve gasped as he felt Billy’s erection pressed against his own.

Steve didn’t say anything, his mind turning to complete mush at the way Billy was pressed against him.

“Answer me,” Billy said, pushing Steve against the door harder. The doorknob dug into his back.

“Yes,” Steve admitted.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I…” Steve swallowed. “I missed your cock.”

Billy smirked, satisfied at that answer. “Well, that’s all you had to say.” He rolled his hips into Steve’s again, causing Steve to moan. “You’re always so vocal for me, Harrington. So easy to make you fall apart.”

Steve couldn’t say anything. His eyes fluttered closed, pushing his hips against Billy’s for more friction on his cock. He was desperate for it, wanted the other boy to touch him so badly.

Billy ran his hands over Steve’s sides, causing goosebumps to cover his flesh. He rested his hands on his hips, pulling him tighter against him. Billy lowered his lips to Steve’s neck, biting and sucking along the skin. Steve moaned, one hand tangling in Billy’s blonde mullet.

Billy left marks all over Steve’s neck that night. Steve was too out of it in his own lust to notice at the time, but Billy knew what he was doing. He would bite down hard on the skin, soothing it with his sinful tongue. Steve melted into his arms.

“Keep yourself together, Harrington,” Billy said. “I’m practically holding your ass up.”

Steve snapped out of his haze. “Shit, I-“

“You don’t have to apologize for liking it,” Billy smirked. “Just tell me how you feel.”

“Felt good,” Steve said, his voice nothing but a breathy exhale.

“Yeah?” Billy rubbed his hand over Steve’s bulge, making him whimper. “You want my hands here?”

“Yes, please.”

Billy leaned in closer until his lips were pressed to Steve’s ear. “How about my mouth?”

Steve shuddered. “W-what?”

Billy slowly dropped to his knees in front of him. Steve watched with wide eyes, Billy never taking his own off of him. He began undoing Steve’s belt, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans at an agonizing pace. Looking down at Billy on his knees for him, Steve was pretty sure he’d never been harder in his life.

When Billy pulled Steve’s jeans and boxers down to his thighs, his cock sprung up, long and hard and throbbing. Billy rubbed his own bulge at the sight, licking his lips.

“Look at you,” Billy said. “Such a pretty cock.”

Steve blushed again - god, he was always blushing around Billy. It was embarrassing.

Billy wrapped his hand around Steve’s length, slowly stroking him. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes starting to flutter closed again before he forced them back open. He wanted to watch every second of this.

“Feel good, Harrington?”

“Mhm.” Steve slowly began thrusting his hips into Billy’s fist, which was moving much too slowly.

“Eager,” Billy chuckled. “What do you want?”

Steve whined. “Want your mouth.”

“Yeah? What do you want me to do with it?”

“Want you to suck my cock,” he said, his voice getting more desperate by the moment. He had one hand gripping onto the side of his dresser, the other gripping Billy’s hair. He felt like he might fall apart if he didn’t have something to hold onto.

“Who do you want to suck your cock, King Steve?”

“You, please,” he begged. “Please.”

“And what’s my name?”

Steve swallowed. “Billy.”

Billy rewarded his answer by spitting on his cock, spreading it with his fist. Then, he wrapped his pretty pink lips around the head of Steve’s dick.

“Oh, shit!”

Steve’s hips bucked forward harshly at the sudden feeling, his grip on Billy’s hair tightening. He watched with half lidded eyes as Billy looked up at him with his cock in his mouth.

Billy leaned forward, bobbing his head as he took more and more of Steve’s length down his throat. This was better than any girl who had ever given him head. He wondered how Billy had gotten so good at this.

Steve was groaning loudly. Billy had nearly taken all of him, something no girl before had been able to do. His eyes rolled back in his head as Billy took him all, his nose pressed against the soft curls at his base.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve exclaimed as Billy moaned around him, feeling like he could blow his load at any second. He’d never been so close so fast before, never seen anything as hot in his life as Billy Hargrove with a dick in his stupid loud mouth.

Billy cupped Steve’s balls, his dick twitching in his own pants as he sucked him deep. He got sloppy with it, drool slipping from around his lips, but it only made it better for Steve. It was so filthy, so wrong, so good.

“I- I think I’m gonna-“

Steve fisted Billy’s hair tightly and locked his eyes on his as he came down the other boy’s throat, hot ropes of cum spilling endlessly into his waiting mouth. When he finished, Billy pulled off, standing up and smashing his lips to Steve’s again, pushing his own cum back into his mouth. Steve took it without hesitation, moaning as he tasted himself on Billy’s tongue.

“Your turn?” Billy said when he pulled away, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“My-?” Steve’s eyes widened even further, tucking himself back away. “You want me to-?”

Billy rubbed over his obvious erection through his jeans. “I mean, would be nice.”

Steve flushed bright red. “I- I mean, I-“

Billy laughed. “You don’t have to.” He approached Steve again, his lips hovering near his ear. “Even though I know you want to. Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

He did.

“Okay,” Steve said, voice small. “I’ll do it.”

Billy was smiling that cocky smirk as he moved back, sitting down on Steve’s bed with his legs spread wide. His erection was obvious in his tight jeans. Steve took slow, tentative steps towards him, eyeing him warily like he was afraid of something. Afraid of what?

Billy watched as Steve sunk to his knees between his legs. He reached forward, palming him. Billy hummed lightly, and Steve could feel him twitch beneath his hand. Did Billy want him as bad as he did?

He opened his belt, undid his jeans. Billy lifted his hips so Steve could pull them down his thighs. His thick cock slapped against his ab muscles. Steve noticed the precum at his tip immediately, and before he could think about what to do, he leaned forward and licked it off.

Billy groaned. “You like tasting me, Harrington?”

“Yes,” Steve said, savoring Billy’s taste on his tongue.

“Why don’t you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, then, huh?”

Steve’s cheeks burned. He moved in, carefully wrapping his lips around just the tip. It felt strange. The taste was different - not bad, but unfamiliar.

“Take it deeper,” Billy grunted from above him, his large ringed hand landing on the back of Steve’s head. He started pushing his head down, making Steve gag and pull off of him.

“Aw, come on, King Steve,” Billy said, patting him on the cheek. “You can do better than that.”

Steve glared at the other boy, but moved back to envelop him in his mouth again. He was prepared this time when Billy started pushing his head down.

“Watch the teeth,” Billy hissed. “Open your mouth wider.”

Steve opened his mouth so wide his jaw hurt. Billy was thick, it was hard to fit him all without hurting him with his teeth. But he did his best, and when Billy started groaning above him, he knew he was doing a better job.

“Fuuuck yeah, just like that,” Billy rasped as Steve took him deeper and deeper. “Come on, you’ve almost got it all. You can do it, pretty boy.”

Steve felt like he could barely breathe as he finally fit all of Billy’s cock in his mouth. He felt his tip pressing against the back of his throat, and he tried his hardest not to throw up as he gagged again. Billy laughed.

“Feels so good when you’re gagging on my dick,” he said, stroking Steve’s hair almost affectionately. “Look so pretty like this.”

Steve had tears welling in his eyes, but he kept them locked on Billy’s, needing to know if he’s doing a good job. He’s almost more surprised by the way he’s so desperate for Billy’s praise than he is that he’s currently sucking dick.

God, what the fuck is he doing?

Panic rises in his stomach and he pulls off of Billy again quickly, gasping for air. He thinks he might be hyperventilating as the air never comes no matter how hard he tries.

“Woah, are you okay?” Billy asked, sitting up straight. He held a tentative hand out, but stopped just short of Steve’s shoulder, thinking better of it. The guy was having an actual panic attack. “Hey, Steve - calm down.”

Steve’s head was spinning. He couldn’t catch his breath and he couldn’t calm his racing thoughts. He wasn’t gay, he knew this. He didn’t have feelings for Billy. So what was he doing? What the actual fuck was he doing? He couldn’t face Billy.

“You should go,” Steve said, not able to even look at him.

Billy was quiet. Eventually Steve heard him pulling his clothes back on. “Yeah, okay, man.”

Steve kept his eyes glued to the carpet until he heard the door close and knew Billy was gone. But he stayed on the floor, curled up in a ball, and thought. About a lot of things. About his feelings. About if it was okay to be gay. If he felt like that word even fit him. He did still like girls, after all, even if none of them had caught his attention lately. Even Nancy hadn’t been on his mind.

It had been all Billy. Maybe it had always been all Billy.

—

Steve avoided Billy at school. He would watch from the corner of his eye as Billy flirted with the girls, as the girls around him talked about dates they’d been on with him, how he’d fucked them. It made Steve sick to his stomach.

He asked Michelle out. She said yes. He took her to a movie and to get ice cream afterwards, and she was pretty and sweet, but Steve felt nothing for her. After the movie, he fucked her in the back of his BMW, thinking of Billy the whole time. When the image of him sitting back on his bed with his hard cock out and waiting flashed through his mind, he came, catching himself just in time to not call Billy’s name instead of the girl he was having sex with.

Basketball had become torture. Not only did he have to be around Billy, but they had to be so close. Billy was always shirtless in those tiny basketball shorts that fit him so tightly. Steve had to actively think about anything else to not get hard.

He did his best to avoid Billy entirely in the locker room. He would waste time avoiding the showers until everyone else was done, then he’d sneak in there. That’s what he did today, stripping off his clothes and walking into the showers once he was sure everyone else was gone. He took his time under the water, letting it run over his body and take his mind off his mess of a life.

His eyes shot open at the sound of someone walking in. Panic struck him again as he saw Billy sauntering into the showers, naked with a towel over his shoulder.

“Harrington,” he greeted like nothing had happened between them.

“Hargrove,” Steve finally said, actively avoiding eye contact with his dick.

Billy started the shower next to him and stepped under the water. Despite trying not to look at all, he finds himself watching the way the water droplets fall down Billy’s strong chest, tracing through his pectoral muscles.

Unbeknownst to Steve, Billy was returning every look. His eyes tracing down Steve’s body, looking at his cock with no shame, his chest hair, the delicious curve of his ass.

Steve finished up his shower at the same time Billy was turning his water off. Steve dried his hair as much as he could with the towel and then went to wrap it around his waist, but he was stopped by a pull on the rough fabric.

He turned, finding Billy standing much closer than he had been before, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the towel. Steve furrowed his brow at Billy, prepared to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing, when Billy grabbed him by the hips and pulled him close.

Steve’s eyes widened as he crashed into Billy’s hard chest. His dick was pressed up against the other boy’s, and he felt himself twitch to life.

“What do you want?” Steve whispered. He was close enough that he knew he’d hear.

“I think you’ve missed me,” Billy teased. “Have you come to terms with liking cock yet?”

Steve was, once again, at a loss for words. “I don’t-“

“You and I both know you do,” he said, leaning in slowly until he was placing a gentle kiss at the corner of Steve’s mouth. He slowly trailed his lips across Steve’s jaw until he reached his ear, biting softly on his earlobe. Steve gasped, his eyes falling closed. Billy rolled his hips against Steve’s, their cocks pressing together as Steve felt himself hardening. The last thing he needed was a fucking boner in the locker room showers.

“Do you want to invite me over?” Billy whispered into Steve’s ear.

Steve froze. But, god, what was the point of fighting it anymore? He nodded.

Billy chuckled as he pulled away. “I have a date,” he said. “But I’ll catch you around.”

He swung the towel over his shoulder again and left the showers, leaving Steve standing there dumbfounded. What game was Billy playing with him?

—

He didn’t have another encounter with Billy for two weeks, besides at practice, where he left him alone for once. It was strange. And, god help him, Steve missed him.

He just moped now, worse than when Nancy broke up with him for Jonathan. He was miserable. Tommy teased him endlessly, but Steve knew it would be much worse if he knew the real reason.

Steve was home, working on his homework when his mom knocked on his bedroom door.

“Steve?” She said, poking her head through the crack in the door. “There’s a friend here to see you.”

He was confused. Who would be here to see him? If it were Tommy, his mom would have just said Tommy. “Uh, okay,” he said.

His mom slipped back out, leaving the bedroom door open. Steve watched, but he knew who it was the second he saw that tight denim, smelled the cologne and cigarettes.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, feeling panicked. His parents were home for once. They couldn’t do this, especially not now. His dad would never look at him the same again if he found out what Steve had been doing.

“Came to see you,” Billy said simply. He closed the door and Steve heard the lock click. He slowly began walking towards where Steve sat at his desk, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Steve focused back on his homework - well, looked at it, at least. He couldn’t focus on anything when he felt Billy’s lips on his neck. “Come on, Harrington,” he mumbled. “You did miss me, didn’t you? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Steve shuddered. “I…I am.”

He felt Billy’s smirk against his neck. “Why don’t you come sit on the bed with me?” He pushed Steve’s homework to the other side of the desk. “Take a break, huh?”

Billy moved away, and Steve slowly stood up from the desk and followed - just like Billy knew he would. He took a seat on the bed next to him, wondering what he had planned this time. What boundary they would push, what line they would cross.

While his parents were home downstairs.

Steve prayed they wouldn’t hear any part of what was about to happen.

They started off kissing again, but Billy’s lips met his softly this time, and they moved together almost tenderly. Steve’s heart beat hard in his chest, his hand resting on Billy’s thigh. Billy reached over to start palming him over his jeans, and Steve began to unbutton his shirt.

He reluctantly pulled away from Billy’s lips to look at his exposed chest as he pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He had the perfectly sculpted body. Perfect abs, perfect pecs, perfect everything. His necklace sat in the middle of his chest, and Steve wondered what the cool metal would feel like against his own skin.

Billy reached for Steve’s shirt next, pulling it over his head. Steve felt a little self conscious - he knew he had way more chest hair than Billy, and so far chicks dug it, but would Billy?

He got his answer fast enough as Billy trailed his hand over Steve’s chest. He started pressing kisses over his neck and chest, and Steve’s eyes fell closed. He moaned, fingers trailing through Billy’s mullet.

“Feels good,” Steve breathed, feeling himself nearly fully hard in his jeans.

“Yeah?” Billy said quietly. He flicked his tongue over Steve’s nipple, making him shudder.

“Yeah.” Billy palmed Steve’s bulge harder, his neglected dick aching in his jeans. He grabbed Steve’s hand and put it over his own cock. Thankfully, he got the memo and started returning the favor.

“Do you wanna suck my cock again?” Billy asked, moving back to look into Steve’s eyes. “You don’t have to.”

Steve thought for a moment. “Yeah…I want to try again.”

Billy grinned, leaning back on his hands and nodding down between his legs expectantly. Steve rolled his eyes, but moved to his knees on the floor anyway. He undid Billy’s belt and jeans, pulling them down his thighs again. He practically groaned at the sight of Billy’s cock again.

Steve leaned forward, gathering the spit in his mouth and spitting it onto Billy’s cock. His dick twitched at the action, and Billy grabbed Steve’s face harshly, forcing him to look up at him. Steve froze, eyes wide as he waited to see what Billy would do.

“Open,” Billy said, and Steve obeyed. Billy spat into Steve’s waiting mouth. “Swallow.”

He didn’t know how he didn’t find it gross, but Steve closed his mouth and swallowed. Billy grinned again. “Good boy.” It made Steve’s dick twitch.

He let go of his face, letting Steve get back to his job. He wrapped his lips around Billy’s cock again, making sure to keep his mouth open wide as he took his thick length deeper and deeper. It was still weird, and if he thought too hard about what he was doing he might work himself into another panic attack, so he doesn’t and just enjoys the moment.

And he loves it. He didn’t realize how much Billy would be at his mercy like this, even despite the way he was grabbing onto Steve’s hair and bucking his hips up into his mouth. It was still Steve who was doing the work, making him fall apart the way he was.

Billy was groaning loudly, loud enough that Steve was worried his parents would hear. He tapped Billy on the thigh, hoping he’d get the hint. He seemed to, because he definitely quieted down, his moans turning breathy and whiney.

Steve took him all the way, only gagging a little this time. “Fuck, good boy,” Billy said, and Steve felt himself come alive from the praise.

He started sucking Billy’s dick in earnest, bobbing his head up and down and making a mess like Billy had done for him. He watched as Billy’s head tipped back, his stomach muscles tightening.

“Shit, gonna cum Harrington,” Billy warned, grabbing Steve’s hair tighter. “Can I cum down your throat?”

Steve hummed in answer, hollowing his cheeks to suck hard, which made Billy cry out a little too loud and buck his hips up. Steve maintained control, moving down to lick and suck at Billy’s balls while he stroked his cock in his fist.

“Oh, Christ,” Billy said. “Fuck, Steve-“

Steve was surprised as Billy came with a strangled groan, his cum shooting out and landing all over Steve’s hand and face. He closed his eyes to keep the cum from getting in them.

“God, you look good like that,” Billy said, chest heaving. “Wish I had a camera.”

“I have one,” Steve said, and he wasn’t sure why. “Top shelf in my closet.”

Steve felt Billy stand and move, heard the closet door open, but he was back as quick as he came. He took his seat back on the bed, and seconds later Steve heard the click and whirr of the polaroid camera.

He heard Billy pull some tissues from the box, then wiped up the mess on Steve’s face. “Thanks,” he muttered, taking a few more tissues to clean his hand.

“Wanna see?” Billy asked, looking at the photo in his hand with a wicked grin. Before Steve could answer, he turned the polaroid around, showing Steve the image of himself, face covered in Billy’s load. He felt his whole body heat bright red.

“You can’t show that to anyone,” Steve said quickly. It was obvious it was him in the picture. The idea of what would happen if it were to get out made him feel sick to his stomach.

“I would never,” Billy said. “You think I share my trophies?”

Trophy.

Before he could think too hard about what that meant, Billy was pulling Steve up and back onto the bed. He pushed him back, kissing him deeply as he slid the photo into his back pocket. Steve fell back onto the pillows with Billy climbing over him. They were both still shirtless, Billy’s pants still half undone.

He started working Steve’s jeans open, pushing them and his boxers down until they were completely off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Steve was completely naked under Billy now, something he hadn’t yet experienced.

Billy’s cock was hardening again as it rubbed against Steve’s. They kissed passionately and eagerly, tongues moving together in practiced rhythm. Steve had lost count of how many makeout sessions they’d had at this point, but this was different. This had him feeling things deep in his chest that really scared him.

Billy reached a hand between them, grasping both their cocks in his large fist. He started stroking them together, and the sensation of Billy’s hand and his cock pressing so tightly against his own had him moaning louder than he intended.

“Fuck- God, Billy-“

“Like that?” Billy breathed. “So pretty when you blush for me like that, Harrington. Such a pretty boy.”

Billy placed sloppy kisses all over Steve’s neck, chest, and stomach, working his way down. He was just about to lick along the underside of his cock when there was a knock at the door.

“Steve? Everything okay in there? I heard some weird noises.” Steve’s mom turned the doorknob, finding it locked.

Steve shoved Billy off of him, both boys scrambling for their clothes in record time. “Yeah, I’m fine, mom! We were just…watching a movie!” Steve cringed at his own excuse, Billy chuckling quietly in the corner as he buckled his belt.

“Why is the door locked?”

Steve froze. “Uh…it was an accident. I’m sorry.” Both dressed, he unlocked the door, hoping he looked casual. “Sorry, mom.”

His mom looked into the room, finding Billy sitting on the bed, the sheets disturbed but nothing else out of the ordinary. “Okay…” she said, a little confused. “Well, let me know if you two need anything.”

“Will do…” Steve said quietly as she left and he shut the door behind her again, not locking it this time. He leaned back against it. “Jesus Christ, that was close.”

“I guess after that, I should get going,” Billy said, picking up his keys and making sure the polaroid was still in his pocket. “I have a date. Sorry you didn’t get to cum.”

And with that, he was gone.

—

Steve was relieved when his parents were gone again. It meant Billy could come over without worrying about being caught.

He picked up the phone, dialing the number he had looked at so often, dreaming of calling again. He listened to it ring with baited breath.

“Hello?” Came Billy’s voice, bored.

“Can you come over?” Steve breathed into the receiver. “I…I miss you.”

Billy chuckled lowly into the phone. “Sure, Harrington.”

Billy was over in record time, which made Steve wonder if he was just as excited to see him. The only car in the drive was Steve’s, so when Billy walked up to the front door Steve was standing in, he grabbed his jaw with his strong hand and smashed his lips against his.

Steve moaned into the kiss, before realizing the door was still open and any of his neighbors could see. He pulled Billy into the house, slamming the front door. Billy pushed him up against the wall, kissing him fiercely.

“Billy-“ Steve said into the kiss.

“I missed you too, Harrington,” Billy whispered, so quiet Steve wasn’t sure he really said it.

Billy pulled away, nodding towards the stairs. Steve headed up, Billy following behind, watching his ass in his jeans. Up in his room, Steve pushed Billy’s leather jacket off his shoulders, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Excited today?” Billy asked, a wicked smirk on his face. He licked his lips as Steve’s fingers worked on his shirt. “I didn’t take you for desperate, King Steve.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, getting the shirt open and pushing it off. “Just wanna see you.” He leaned forward and did something he had often dreamed of doing when watching Billy in the locker room - run his tongue over the muscles of his chest. Billy gasped, surprised by his actions, but didn’t stop him. Steve trailed his tongue lower and lower, licking over Billy’s abs, down until he fell to his knees and reached the waistband of his jeans.

“God, Harrington,” Billy said, his head falling back on his shoulders.

“Want you so bad,” Steve said, pulling open Billy’s belt and jeans. He pushed them down, Billy’s hard cock springing free. Steve groaned, immediately wrapping it in his fist and licking the tip. Billy hissed, hips bucking forward.

“Shit- get on the bed.”

Steve obeyed, moving to sit on the bed as Billy stepped out of his clothes, moving to join him completely naked now. He slowly laid Steve down, kissing him with an alarming amount of passion. Steve tangled his fingers in Billy’s curls as their lips moved together.

He didn’t think this was just sex anymore.

Billy’s hands trailed up Steve’s stomach and chest until he was pulling the shirt over his head, then moving down to get him out of his jeans and boxers, too. Both boys were completely naked now, bodies intertwined as they made out on the bed. Billy’s hands were everywhere, over Steve’s sides, his back, his chest, squeezing his ass. Steve could barely breathe, the emotions swirling in his brain and chest too intense even without the way Billy was making him feel physically. They were both rock hard, cocks pressed together between them as they rutted their hips together, both of their precum coating their lengths.

“Turn over,” Billy said, and Steve froze.

“W-Why?”

“I think you know why,” Billy chuckled. “Come on, King Steve.”

Steve thought about it. If he’d thought he reached the point of no return before, he was definitely reaching it now. But he did want this - he wanted it so bad his cock was throbbing.

He turned over onto his stomach, and Billy grabbed his hips, pulling him up until he was on his knees with his back arched. He felt Billy’s hands on his ass, rubbing over the skin. He spread them and Steve heard him spit before he felt it on his hole, making him jerk forward.

“Calm down, it’s okay,” Billy said.

Steve’s body naturally clenched up when he felt Billy’s finger at his entrance. He just rubbed over his hole at first, and it felt kind of nice.

“Do you have lube?”

“Uh…no,” Steve answered. Why would he have lube? The girls he fucked got plenty wet for him.

“Good thing I brought some then,” Billy said with a laugh, moving off the bed and towards his jeans. He dug into one of the pockets, pulling out a tiny bottle before climbing back behind Steve.

“You’re gonna have to relax or it’s gonna hurt,” Billy told him.

Steve tried his best to relax his whole body, but the feeling of Billy’s finger at his entrance again had him nervous. Then Billy was slowly pushing inside, stretching him out.

Steve whined at the feeling. He could imagine the smirk on Billy’s face behind him. It felt good. Billy pushed in all the way to the knuckle, pressing against something deep inside Steve that had him gasping.

“Feel good?” Billy asked as he slowly started pumping his finger.

“Yeah,” Steve moaned, head falling forward against his pillows. He cried out when he felt Billy add in a second finger.

“You know my dick’s much bigger than my fingers, right?” Billy laughed. “If you can’t take these…”

“No, I- I can take it.”

“Good boy.”

Steve keened at Billy’s praise, his back arching as Billy pumped both fingers inside of him. “Feels good, Billy.”

“Good.” Billy pulled his fingers out, making Steve whine at the loss, subconsciously pushing his hips back. He felt Billy’s erection pressed against his thigh.

Billy opened the bottle of lube again, coating his thick cock with it. He stroked his dick, making sure it was all lubed up. He wanted to make it as comfortable for Steve as possible.

“Are you ready?” He asked, lining his tip up at Steve’s hole.

Steve grabbed onto the sheets, clenching them tight in his fists. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to do this. He couldn’t believe he wanted this so badly. He couldn’t believe how painfully hard he was just at the thought. “Yeah.”

Billy slowly pushed inside, a loud, low groan coming from his pretty lips. Steve’s eyes went wide, the feeling making him cry out again. Billy soothingly stroked his back. “It’ll stop hurting. Just give it time.”

The thing was that it did hurt, but it also felt amazing. Steve had never even dreamed of anything like this in his life. As Billy pressed in deeper, Steve found himself moaning, and he felt so full as Billy finally bottomed out.

“Fuck, Harrington, so fucking tight,” Billy groaned, trying not to cum right away. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Please, fuck me Billy,” Steve whined, pushing back against him. Now that he’d gotten used to the feeling, he needed more, desperately.

Billy started moving his hips, the hottest moans coming from him. Steve’s eyes fell closed as Billy fucked him, holding onto the sheets and pillows for leverage. It felt amazing, like everything all at once.

Billy grabbed onto Steve’s hair, pulling his head back as he pounded into him. “Fuck, yeah, Steve. Feels so fucking good. You like that? You like getting fucked by me?”

“Yes,” Steve moaned. “I fucking love it.”

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good. What’s my name?”

“Billy,” he moaned again. “Billy, Billy, Billy.”

Billy groaned loudly, his body pitching forward as the sound of Steve saying his name over and over nearly made him cum right then and there. He pulled out and slapped Steve on the ass. “Turn over.”

Steve flipped onto his back, looking up at Billy. Billy loved how fucked out the other boy’s expression looked, like all he wanted was for Billy to stick his dick back inside him. Which he would gladly do.

Billy pushed Steve’s legs up, lining himself up at his hole again. He pushed inside faster this time, and Steve’s back arched off the bed as he whined at the feeling. His neglected cock was laying against his stomach, tip red and leaking. It twitched against him as Billy filled him again, and Billy wrapped his hand around it, making Steve moan again.

“More, more,” Steve begged.

“Such a pretty boy,” Billy praised, fucking him in earnest again. “You gonna cum from me fucking your ass?”

“Yes, yes,” Steve said. “‘m close.”

Steve opened his eyes finally, finding Billy staring right into his eyes. Steve’s went wide, seeing some kind of unfamiliar intensity behind Billy’s expression. Billy leaned down and kissed him, tenderly, as he thrusted his cock in and out.

Oh, god.

Steve was in love.

When Billy pulled back and looked him in the eyes again, something like love behind them, it shoved Steve over the edge. He came hard with a loud cry, his cum splattering up and over Billy’s fist and his own stomach.

Billy’s eyes were locked on Steve’s cock as he watched him come. He groaned - “Steve, oh fuck, Steve!” - then he was cumming inside him, the most intense orgasm of his life wracking through his body.

They caught their breath together, looking at each other with so much unspoken behind it. Steve almost said it then. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But he didn’t.

Billy pulled out, grabbing tissues to clean them both up. Steve expected him to just hand him the box, but Billy cleaned him up himself. He fell onto the bed next to Steve when he was done.

Steve wasn’t sure what to do. After having sex with girls, usually they’d want to cuddle up to him. It didn’t sound bad, but he wasn’t sure how Billy would feel about that.

He tentatively moved closer to the other boy, wanting to be close to him. His eyes slowly traveled up his body until he was looking at his face. Billy was looking right back at him. He reached a hand out, placing it on Steve’s cheek. Billy just looked at him. Steve’s heart was thudding hard in his chest.

“Go for a ride with me tomorrow,” Billy said, catching Steve by surprise. “Tomorrow night.”

Steve’s eyes were locked on Billy’s. “Yeah, okay.”

Billy smiled softly. Then he was sitting back up, reaching for his clothes.

“You’re leaving?” Steve asked, surprised how hurt he felt about it.

“Yeah,” Billy said. “I’ve…I’ve got some shit to do.”

Steve stayed in the bed as he watched Billy redress himself, combing his fingers through his mullet to try to tame the blonde curls. He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Harrington.”

“I…okay.”

He watched Billy leave, remaining in the bed long after he was gone. He had a lot to work through in his head - things were getting more intense than he knew what to do with.

He loved Billy. He was sure of it now. And that terrified him.

—

The next evening, Billy pulled up in the blue Camaro as promised. Steve had been waiting on the porch steps, maybe looking a little too eager. He walked down the steps towards the car, reaching for the passenger side door, but Billy beat him to it, reaching across and pushing the door open for him. Steve smiled softly as he slid into the seat. Billy started driving, Metallica blasting from the speakers.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked.

“Lover’s Lake,” Billy said, a smirk on his face. Steve blushed. It was already starting to get dark. He hoped they’d be the only ones there. Lovers Lake was always a popular spot on Friday and Saturday nights, but there was a chance they’d have some privacy tonight.

Billy drove the familiar route, finally reaching the wooded area and finding a spot overlooking the lake. Steve was relieved that he was right, it was deserted tonight. Billy shut the car off.

His hand tangled in Steve’s hair, just playing with the locks for a minute. It felt nice. Steve’s eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling.

“Such a pretty boy,” Billy muttered, mostly to himself. He looked at Steve so intently it made him blush.

He pulled Steve’s head towards him, and they met in the middle over the center console. Their lips brushed together softly at first, electricity sparking through both boys’ bodies. Then Billy was pushing in harder, lips moving against Steve’s slowly but with so much passion behind them. Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s exposed chest through his button up shirt, feeling his smooth skin, his hard muscles. It was so much different than feeling up a girl, but he loved it.

Billy groaned into the kiss, playing with the hair at the back of Steve’s neck. His other hand rested on Steve’s thigh, not rising any higher yet, just holding onto him.

Steve had never had a kiss make him feel these types of feelings before. At least, not this strong. Sure he cared for Nancy, even thought he loved her, but he knew better now. He knew what he had with Nancy was nothing. The way he felt with Billy was like nothing else. He loved him.

Billy intensified the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of Steve’s lips. He opened, gladly welcoming Billy into his mouth. Their tongues met tentatively at first, even though they’d done this many times by now.

Billy tasted like cigarettes and beer. Which might not sound like a nice combination, but Steve was obsessed. It was so distinctly Billy. It had his heart fluttering, butterflies in his stomach like he’d never felt, tingling in his skin.

He falls in love for real, and it has to be with Billy Hargrove.

But Billy wasn’t so bad, was he? The more time they spent together, the more Steve enjoyed his company, even outside of the sex. He put on a tough exterior, but when they were together, there was something behind it. Something Steve really liked.

Billy’s hand moved from the back of Steve’s head around to caress his cheek, his thumb stroking the skin there as they kissed. His lips were softer than anyone would think, so plush and pink and gentle. Steve never heard of Billy being gentle with anyone before. It made his mind race.

Billy pulled away slowly, like he didn’t ever want to stop kissing Steve. “Let’s get in the back.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice, climbing over the seats and into the back. Billy joined him, his larger body maneuvering through the car with a bit more difficulty, even though he’d been back here with girls countless times.

In the backseat, their lips met again, kissing more frantically this time as their hands groped at each other, tearing at each other’s clothes. Steve had Billy’s shirt off in record time, needing to see him bare again. He’d been dreaming about it.

They undressed each other quickly as they kissed, Billy pulling Steve’s shirt off as Steve worked at Billy’s belt and jeans. He pushed Billy’s jeans down to his thighs then leaned over, wrapping his lips around his cock.

Billy moaned in surprise, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s hair again. “Fuck, Steve.”

Steve moaned around his cock, loving the feeling of having Billy in his mouth. He bobbed his head quickly, taking him deeply. He hit the back of his throat and Steve gagged, but he kept going. Billy’s thighs were trembling beneath his hands, and it was so hot.

“Fuck, Harrington, I’m gonna cum if you keep sucking my cock like that,” Billy said, his hand tightening in Steve’s locks, moving his head faster. He started thrusting up into his mouth, fucking his face. Spit dribbled from Steve’s mouth, coating Billy’s cock and balls and thighs. He cupped Billy’s balls in his hand, squeezing them gently as he continued taking him deep down his throat.

“You like sucking cock, King Steve?” Billy taunted.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed around Billy, causing him to hiss and buck his hips harder.

“Only mine, huh?”

Steve hummed again. Only Billy.

Billy groaned loudly, his hips canting up into Steve’s mouth and he pulled on his hair as he came in his mouth, coating his tongue and throat in endless hot ropes of his cum. Steve took it all greedily.

“Open your mouth, let me see,” Billy said, chest heaving.

Steve pulled off of Billy’s cock, keeping it all in his mouth. He opened, sticking his tongue out and showing Billy his cum covering his tongue. Billy leaned forward and licked at Steve’s mouth, tasting himself and taking it all back. Steve moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of Billy’s tongue against his own.

When Billy pulled back, he had some of his own cum smeared on his lips. Steve wiped it away with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. Billy smirked in appreciation.

Steve felt the urge again to say it. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But he didn’t.

Billy’s spent cock rested against his thigh as he reached for Steve’s jeans, undoing them and pulling them and his boxers down his thighs. “Do you wanna fuck me this time?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“You heard me,” Billy said, kissing at Steve’s neck. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

God, did he.

“Yes,” Steve whined, the feeling of Billy biting and sucking at his neck sending his mind into a haze. “I wanna fuck you.”

Billy pulled away, reaching into the front seat. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of lube. He handed it to Steve, who took it with shaking hands. He looked at it like he had no idea what to do with it, even though he very much did. He was still a little sore from last night.

“Just cover your cock in it,” Billy said, looking at Steve with an eyebrow quirked. “‘s easy.”

Steve stroked his cock a few times, watching as Billy’s twitched back to life at the sight. He opened the bottle and squirted some of the lube on his dick. He was about to use his hand to coat himself with it, but Billy pushed him out of the way, wrapping his hand around his cock himself. He stroked Steve agonizingly slowly, eyes locked on his blissed-out face as he tilted his head back against the seat with his eyes closed.

Once he was completely covered, Billy moved onto his knees on the seat. Steve got behind him, painfully hard and ready. He rubbed his hands over the skin of Billy’s perfectly round ass, admiring the view from back here. Both boys were still partially clothed, jeans hastily shoved around their thighs. It made it even hotter, Steve thought, like they were so desperate to fuck each other they couldn’t wait. Which was true.

Steve lined himself up at Billy’s hole, rubbing the tip along it and spreading the lube. Billy moaned, pushing back so Steve’s tip slipped inside. Steve gasped at the sudden tightness around his head, it was so tight. He couldn’t help himself as he pushed in more without asking if it was okay, but Billy didn’t seem to mind. Both boys groaned loudly at the intrusion. Billy felt better than any pussy.

“Jesus,” Steve hissed out as he bottomed out inside of Billy. “Feels so good, holy shit.”

Billy chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” Steve slowly pulled out until only his tip was left, then pushed in again with a loud, pitchy moan. Billy groaned too, reaching down to grasp his rapidly hardening cock.

“Fuck me, King Steve,” Billy rasped out. “Show me what you can do.”

Steve sped his hips up, thrusting into Billy quickly now. He gripped onto Billy’s hips, pulling him back against him with every thrust. Billy’s head dropped forward as he pumped his cock in his hand, and Steve thought he had never heard moans as hot in his life.

“God, feels amazing,” Billy moaned. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

“Yeah? I’m gonna make you cum?”

“Fuck yeah,” Billy said with a smirk, repeating Steve’s words from earlier.

Steve rubbed his hands over Billy’s skin, feeling him all over. He was the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen. And watching him fall apart on his cock was even better.

“Cum for me then,” Steve said, fucking into Billy harder. “Show me how good I’m fucking you.”

Steve reached around his body and grabbed Billy’s cock himself, jerking him off fast. Billy’s groans got louder and louder as Steve brought him to the edge, Steve’s cock pressing right against his prostate and making him see stars.

Billy came with a loud groan, cum shooting onto the seat below him, but he’d worry about that later. Steve wasn’t far behind him. He started thrusting faster and harder, chasing his own release inside of Billy.

“Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum in you. Gonna fucking cum in you.”

“Do it, pretty boy,” Billy rasped. “Go ahead and fill me up.”

Steve’s orgasm hit him like a wave, rushing through his body as he pitched forward, moaning a loud “Ahhhh!” as he came inside of Billy. Every time he fooled around with Billy he felt like he had the best orgasm of his life, but this was something else entirely. He had never come so hard, so much, in his life. He rode it out, thrusting shallowly until he was spent.

Steve pulled out, and Billy grabbed a towel from the floor to clean them (and the seat) up. He pulled his pants back up and turned over, laying on his back, catching his breath. Steve leaned over his body slowly. Billy watched him with a confused expression.

“Harrington? What are you-“

Steve pressed his lips to Billy’s. He kissed him slowly, conveying everything that had been swimming in his mind into a single kiss. When he pulled back, he looked Billy in the eyes.

“I love you.”

Billy’s eyes widened. There was a minute of silence, and then Billy was pushing Steve off of him. Steve staggered back, surprised. “Billy?”

“Don’t say things like that,” Billy said quickly, pulling his shirt back on. He was redressing as fast as he could.

“Why not?” Steve asked, hurt. He looked at Billy with his big brown eyes filled with sadness, confusion. “I mean it. I love you.”

Billy got in Steve’s face then. “I said don’t fucking say things like that!”

Steve flinched, not understanding why Billy was suddenly so upset. He hasn’t been this upset with him since they’d started hooking up. “Okay,” he said quietly, defeated. “I won’t.”

Billy backed away, looking at him like he might have something else to say. But then he grabbed Steve’s shirt, balling it up and shoving at his chest. “Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

He climbed back into the front seat, Steve trailing behind him after pulling his shirt back on. Billy started the car and tore out of the parking spot while Steve was still buckling up.

Neither of them said a word the whole way home. Steve watched the street lights pass as they drove, thinking about what he’d done wrong. Where he had messed up. Why didn’t Billy love him back?

Billy dropped him off and still didn’t say anything. Usually he’d hit him with the “See you around, Harrington,” but not this time. Steve waited, but when he realized Billy really wasn’t going to speak, he opened the car door.

“See you,” he said. Billy didn’t acknowledge him.

Steve laid in bed that night, tears in his eyes as he hugged his pillow. He hadn’t cried like this since he found out Nancy cheated on him.

He thinks it may feel worse this time.

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Billy didn’t talk to Steve after that. Not for weeks. Steve would try to confront him in the halls, but he would turn away, locked in conversation with some girl. At basketball practice, Billy barely acknowledged him. In the locker room, he showered and left as fast as possible. He surrounded himself with Tommy and Carol and Tina and all the other girls so Steve wouldn’t have the chance to talk to him at all.

It broke Steve’s heart.

He had gone from hating Billy Hargrove, to fooling around with him, to falling in love. And now Billy wanted nothing to do with him.

He had to do something about it.

Steve knew where Billy lived. He’d never been over, but he’d given Max a ride home. He knew the way there. He could go, confront Billy so he couldn’t run away this time.

That’s what he’d do.

Steve waited around for a while after school, giving Billy a few hours to hopefully make sure he’d be home. When the sun began to set, he grabbed his keys and made his way to his BMW.

He was glad to see there were no cars parked out front besides Billy’s Camaro. He didn’t want to have to deal with parents, he’d heard Billy’s dad was a major dick.

Steve walked up the steps, knocking on the door. He waited, looking around awkwardly. He knew Billy had to be home, his car was here.

Finally, the door swung open with an irritated-looking Billy on the other side. He was dressed in his tight jeans, maroon button up shirt that was half undone. His necklace hung between his pectoral muscles. Steve could smell the cologne the second he opened the door.

Billy’s expression darkened when he saw Steve. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you,” Steve said.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” Billy went to slam the door in his face.

“We do,” Steve said, reaching a hand out to catch the door. “Please don’t shut me out like this.”

Billy threw his head back, a loud laugh coming from his chest. “It’s not my fault you got attached, Harrington. That’s cute, though.”

He turned and walked through the house. Steve followed, closing the door behind him. He followed Billy to his bedroom. It was tidy, smelled like cigarette smoke (in fact, there was one currently burning in the ashtray), and had posters of models taped to the walls. It was distinctly Billy.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked as he watched Billy fixing his hair in the mirror, cigarette back between his lips now. He exhaled the smoke as he sprayed some hairspray on a curl.

“I have a date,” Billy said simply.

Steve looked at him. “Are you seriously trying to say you didn’t feel anything for me?”

Billy chuckled as he put the cigarette out in the ashtray, walking over to the other side of his room. “No. It was just sex.”

Steve felt like he’d been stabbed in the chest. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” Billy said, giving him a look. “Look, I don’t do relationships. It’s just sex. Sorry if you thought it was something different.”

Steve swallowed, tears welling in his eyes. He wouldn’t let Billy see him cry. That absolutely was not happening. “I guess that’s it, then?”

“Don’t take it too hard, Harrington,” Billy said, grabbing his leather jacket out of his closet. “Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about.”

Billy pushed past Steve’s shoulder, and he wasn’t prepared for the way the contact would make his chest ache even worse. He left the house, feeling like he had been punched in the gut repeatedly. He sat behind the wheel of his car, watching as Billy’s Camaro tore down the street, off to meet with some girl. To forget all about Steve.

Billy gripped the steering wheel so tightly as he drove that his knuckles turned white. He clenched his jaw, willing thoughts of Steve to leave his head. He didn’t have feelings for him. He didn’t have feelings for him. He didn’t have feelings for him.

Fuck.

[manwrre]

steve: you’re the most jealous man i know.

billy: you know other men?

[envythemouse]

I haven't seen a lot of healthy Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington fics lately (or well, ever since Eddie Munson entered the show) and it's kind of sad. It's a good ship.

Had a silly fic idea just now:

What if Steve and Billy are secretly friends and they have fake fights to give people the impression that's where their bruises come from so people don't suspect the actual abuse they get from their fathers?

Like, they'd practice their fake fights and lines and what angle people are gonna see to make it look real and stuff.

And then one day Max or Dustin finds out that they're together and they're really worried about Steve and confront him about it (maybe Max confronts Billy) and they have to come clean and tell the party it's all an act.

Imagine Billy accidentally really hits Steve and he kind of panics and almost has a breakdown over it even though it was a total accident.

[prettybillycore]

billy hargrove — instagram

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Good girl - if you wanna go out some time

Billy Hargrove x Harrington reader

part 1

Summary: you finally get a day at the pool laying in the sun getting a tan, unaware of the embarrassment that is to come. 

Warning: MDNI, 18+, nearly drowning, fear of water, billy being a tease, but if an ass hole, female masturbation, moaning Billy’s name, billy watching without permission, embarrassment, Mummy issues, daddy issues, abandonment issues, anxiety, Steve being bitchy, attachment issues, Not proof read

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It’s a hot summer day down at the pool as I lay out stretched sun bathing in my red bikini and the heart shaped sunglasses with matching red frames, I lay watching the clouds dance in the sky as a shadow forms over me the life guard billy, the new mr tough guy of Hawkins who seems to have a problem with my brother, Steve for no reason. 

I blink up at him as he blocks the sun from me “ everything ok” I look up lifting my sunglasses from my eyes resting them ontop of my head “ I’m surprised your big brother isn’t here guarding you y/n” he teases a smirk on his face “ Steve’s working today so i finally get some alone time “ I prop myself up on my elbows looking  at him “ shouldn’t you be doing your job by watching the kids in the pool?” I scoff as he sits on the sun bed next to me “ nah I got to distracted by this cute new bikini you’re wearing, it fits your figure perfectly “ he bites his bottom lip as his eyes glance over my tits that are overflowing the top of my bikini I swing my legs round to face him properly “ my eyes are up here dick head” I glare slightly “ I know your brain is probably located in your pinky toe but I’m sure your smart enough to know I’m more than just my tits” I snap as he rests his hand on my thigh “ oh come on princess don’t be such a prude “ I swat his hand away rising to my feet “thanks a lot Hargrove, you’ve ruined my day” I pick up my bag holding my head up high as I begin walking off just for a boy to run into me pushing me into the deep end of the pool. 

Fear rushes over me as I sink to the bottom of the pool trying to make my way up to the surface struggling frantically, little to anyone’s knowledge I can’t swim, the most I’ve ever swam is a light paddle or dipping my toes in but as soon as I’m fully submerged in water the panic sets in I’m gasping for air as water fills my lungs.  Everything happens in slow motion as my vision blurs a loud splash fills the water around me strong arms grabbing me and dragging me towards the edge pulling me up out onto the side. 

I lay there choking and gasping as tears run down my cheeks as billy jumps onto the side “ what the fuck are you doing at a pool if you can’t swim you idiot “ his voice holds back a laugh as he sees how panicked I am he wraps a towel around me his hand resting on my cheek as he looks me in the eyes “ hey look at me you’re ok” his voice is softer than before but still seems mocking to me  as I cough up water “ thank you” I mumble quickly trying to compose myself before standing up on shaky legs, extremely embarrassed my whole body soaked and trembling, mascara dripping down my face “ I’m gonna go” I look at billy as he stood me again “ you sure you can drive like this your in a bit of a state I could give you a lift” he offers watching as I shake my head “ I’m fine thank you” I mutter before quickly running out and getting into my car.

As I shut the door behind me I sit resting my head against the wheel as water drenches everything “ you fucking idiot” I mutter to myself as I see my face in the rear view mirror “ god you’re such a mess” I whisper quietly wiping the dripping mascara off onto the towel the squeezing the water out my hair trying to make myself feel at least 20% better before driving home. 

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When I pull up onto the drive i sit in the car for a while longer sat staring at my reflection as the radio plays quietly I feel like I’m in my own world wrapped up in my own embarrassment, I don’t notice Steve sneaking round my car till he bangs 

on the window making me jump I let out a scream hitting the horn slightly as Steve laughs staring at me “ god sis you should have seen your face man it was like ahh then waaa” he mimicked me laughing more I stare up at him “ not funny Steve” I open the door letting it hit him as I step out 

he looks at me raising an eyebrow “ why are you all wet” he asks tilting his head his laughter slowly dying as I sigh “ I was pushed into the deep end by some bratty kid” he looked down at me “ you shouldn’t have gone there y/n, you know you can’t swim” he lectured me slightly as he looks at me “ I know, I know Stevie I’m sorry” I look down slightly “ I was saved by the life guard and they made a whole song and dance about it I’m so fucking embarrassed” I look down as he sighs at me tutting under his breath “ why do you even  go to the public pool, we have our own in the back yard. There’s no risk of being pushed into there” he looks at me  sighing as I shake my head  “our pool is shit, I wanted a tan and our pool is always in the shade “ I grumble as he unlocks the door to the house “ and there are no cute boys at our pool” he puts on a stupid high pitch girly voice trying to mock me but I roll my eyes “ shut up” I push him back stepping into the house going straight up to my room “ I’m not wrong “ he yells up at me as I slam my door shut. 

As the door closes I quickly get myself changed putting an over sized tee on laying back on my bed making myself comfortable I can’t help but think how gentle billy acted when he saw the fear in my eyes how he held my cheek how he spoke to me I can’t help but blush “ he can be sweet” I mutter to myself taking a deep breath as I pull my covers over my self curling up slightly imagining Billy’s hands all over me 

Soon I’m running my hand up my thigh I close my eyes slowly my fingers inside moving them in and out quietly moaning 

“ fuck” I gasp quietly biting my lip as My fingers pump into my dripping cunt , a frantic pace building as I arch my back of the mattress slightly pushing my fingers deeper. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my eyes rolling back as I gasped for air. “aaaa~ fuck~” my free hand moving down rubbing my clit in quick circles .Then, it hit me. A wave of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling, my body weak and spent as I lay flat in the mattress my eyes flutter heavily as I open them I gasp sitting up suddenly as I see my door open a crack the smug face of billy Hargrove peaking through as I pull the blankets up to cover myself . 

“ shit” I look at him my eyes wide in panic as he pushes the door open.  “ your front door was open I let myself in” he looks down at me “ I got you that worked up sweetheart “ he is face even more smug than before “ you should have knocked” I snap slightly my cheeks glowing with embarrassment “ I was gonna but then I heard your beautiful voice calling out my name” he scoffs as I punch his arm “ what do you even want” I look down avoiding his strong blue eyes that stare over me watching as my legs still tremble under the bed covers his tongue darting across his bottom lip slightly before he starts to talk “ you left your sun glasses at the pool” he holds them out the my his calloused fingers brushing against mine as I snatch them from him

frowning even more as I sigh deeply “ how much did you see” I finally meet his eyes my face still flushed as he rests his hand on my covered leg “ all of it” his voice is dark and it makes shivers travel up my spine “ I’m so sorry “ i bring my knees up resting my head on them “ I’m so fucking sorry” I feel his hand move my damp hair out of my face “ todays been an embarrassing one for you hasn’t it” he smirks his voice a gentle coo “ you don’t need to apologise though” he adds his hand stroking my hair combing his fingers through the tangled damp knots “ that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while” I blush violently “ I know you’re making fun of me” I grumble into my knees not needing to look up to see his smug expression “ if you wanna think of it like that then do so, but if you wanna go out some time you know where I am” he stands back up getting off my bed making it creak slightly as I peak up at him my eyes meeting his again “I’ll see you around I guess” I mutter quietly making him hum in response, he winks at me before leaving my room closing the door behind him his echoing foot steps getting further and further away from my door as he makes his way down the stares.

I quickly get up balancing my self on wobbly legs as the oversized tee falls covering my bare legs I open the door quickly “ billy wait” I call out holding the door frame for support as he turns to look at me “ what’s up princess “ he tilts his head as he eyes me up “ I was rude I’m sorry, come back up I think we need to talk” I say my voice shaking slightly as he steps back up the stairs till he’s stood in front of me “ fine” he flashes a grin at me as I let him step back into my room closing my door after him. 

I walk in picking up a pack of cigarettes “ want one” I look at him as I light up one holding it between my lips “ little miss goodie too shoes Harrington smokes what would Stevie say” his hand hits his chest as exaggerates his shock “ there’s lots of things you and Steve don’t know about me “ I take a long drag giving him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward taking the cigarette out of my mouth and takes a puff for him self a smug look on his face “ trust me darling smoking isn’t good for you” I roll my eyes “ oh shut up billy “ I lay back slightly falling quiet for a second 

“ you won’t tell anyone will you” I look at him my voice turning nervous “  don’t worry, I won’t say a thing” his face still twisted in a smug smirk as he lays next to me “thank you” I mutter quietly letting a sigh of relief leave me “ now are you gonna tell me what’s going on” he asks head tilting to look at me his curls fall in front of his face making me smile slightly “ fine, but you can’t make fun of me. I’ve had a bit of a crush for a while but I try to hide it because you seem to just act like a dick all the time” I look at him my cheeks flushed as he lets a gruff laugh leave him “ oh come on sweetheart I’m a dick to everyone ” his hand rubs up my arm “ you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve met” I scoff as I steal the cigarette from him “ sure I am I catch you staring at carol and even Mrs wheeler I see you mr tough guy staring at their asses as they walk away” i look at him as I take another puff “ oh please so I look at other girls it’s cause you play hard to get” i giggle smoke flying from my lips causing me to start coughing slightly sitting up more to get air into my lungs. 

Billy helps me sit up rubbing my neck his face slightly concerned “ listen princess if you like me and I like you there’s only one way this can turn out” he looks at me my eyes watering from the choking fit “ are you serious” i ask a smile dancing across my face “ of course why don’t we give dating a go” i look down blushing “ ok “ I smile leaning up to him kissing his cheek gently I watch as his eyes wander down to my tits “ just because we’re dating doesn’t mean my eyes are down there” I giggle moving his eyes back to my face. 

“ you could stay for dinner if you want we’ll probably order something in” his eyes meet mine “ alright but won’t your parents mind” I shake my head a scoff escaping me “ no need to laugh I only asked” he snarks slightly looking at me his eyebrows furrowed “ I’m sorry but I’m surprised you haven’t noticed that they’re never here” his face softens slightly “ oh are they dead or something “ I let a snort of laughter escape me as I fall back in a fit of laughter “ how I wish they were, they basically are to me and Stevie” i laughed holding my sides as they start to ache “ they work away all the time we’re lucky if they come home once a year” 

I smile at him “ it’s just me and Steve, billy if you’re gonna think of anyone as my father figure stevies your man” I look at him as he nods a look of realisation on his face “ shit” he mutters quietly looking at me a sigh escaping him “Stevie boy doesn’t like me much” I giggle slightly as I sit up “ I know” I smile looking at him “ doesn’t mean you can’t learn to get a long” 

the door to my room opens suddenly as Steve stands in the door way eyes wide “ what’s going on” he asks stepping into the room his stare fixed in billy as he walks to my side pulling me closer to him protectively “ Stevie “ I look at him “ don’t tell me this is what I think this is” he looks down at me his hair falling into his face “ you aren’t fucking my sister dude” he glares as I blush violently “ not yet but we are dating” billy smiles smugly “ which means we need to get a long “ he lets a scoff escape him as I look up at Steve “ y/n why him, there are so many nice boys out there and you go for that” he looks so disappointed as I look up at him “ give him a chance Stevie” I look at him “ please it’s only early stages” he nods rolling his eyes slightly “ fine but if he breaks your heart don’t say I didn’t warn you” he rests his hand on my shoulder gently watching as Billy sits up “ listen Steve I know we have our differences “ he looks at Steve his eyes glistening with a senseless charm “ doesn’t mean I have them with y/n “I look at Steve “ I said fine I’m giving you a chance” he snaps glaring at Billy. 

“ oh yeh and he’s staying for dinner” I smile up at him sweetly “ ughhh” Steve rolls his eyes dramatically storming out the room “ for him that went well” I giggle as Billy side eyes me slightly as I lean against him “ oh come on stevies a bit dramatic ok but that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be” I smile up at him beaming with excitement he can’t help but crack a smile “ fine i believe you “ he chuckles slightly “ but he’s still not impressed “ he runs his hand through my hair gently “ he’ll get used to it” i reassure him my hand holding his giving it a light squeeze of assurance. 

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A few hours pass of talking when Steve calls me down to the kitchen as I make my way down the stairs the smell of pizza fills the room “ did I forget to say dinner was ready “ he looks at me smugly “ billy foods here” I call up to him before taking a seat at the table “ i know you don’t like him Stevie but you need to try” I sigh looking at him “ how can I trust such a brute with my little sister” he fights back looking at me “ while mum and dad are away I’m in charge that means I need to protect you from people like that” as he looks up billy walks in the room “ I’m not that bad Jesus Christ man” he sits next to me “ just ignore him Billy he’s just protective “ I look at him “ you’ve never had a boyfriend before and of course your first one has to be a dick” Steve rants as I bash my hand in the table “ STEVE” I glare at him “ enough “ i sigh my eyes watering slightly as I look at him he digs into a slice of pizza distracting himself as I pass a plate of food to Billy and keep one for myself. 

The rest of the dinner is spent eating in silence till Billy coughs looking at Steve “ sorry to break your heart even more Stevie but did you know y/n smokes and drinks” his face curling into a grin as I choke on my food “ you’re lying to me” Steve grunts his eyes falling to me as I splutter “ god knows she might even do drugs “ Billy gasps at his own suggestion I step on his foot under the table making him grunt slightly  “ tell me he’s lying y/n” Steve looks down at me “ I occasionally have a drink at a party Stevie but that’s all” I try putting the innocent act on looking up at my big brother wide eyed making Billy burst out laughing “ god Steve should have seen your face man” he cackles leaning back in his chair

 “ I was joking” steve stands up pushing his chair to the floor “ I’m going out” he walks towards the door pulling his jacket on his car keys gripped in hand “ where are you going” i ask “ it’s so late Stevie you can’t leave me” I look at him face full of worry “ I’ll be back when he’s fucked off” he walks out the door slamming it behind him. 

“ Billy what the fuck” I hit his arm as he looks down at me chuckling “ oh come on it was a joke” I shake my head “ you shouldn’t have done it Billy he’s sensitive “ he sighs looking down at me “ he’ll get over it” he takes a bite out of his pizza putting his attention back on his plate “ fine I guess but you can’t just say things like that and expect him to find it funny” I sigh, eating the rest of my food. 

After we finish eating Billy gets up “ I’m gonna have to go now I’ll come see you tomorrow yeah” I look at him my eye brows furrowing slightly “ ok drive safe “ I kiss his cheek “will do, tell Steve thanks for the food” he pulls his jacket getting up and walking towards the door I follow behind holding it for him “ have a good night” I smile sweetly “ night princess, sleep well” he smirks his hand running over my cheek gently before he pulls away walking towards his car quickly driving away leaving me in an empty house alone.

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Hours have passed and it’s started to get late I’m sat in the living room in my pyjamas watching some tv with all the lights on in the house anxiously waiting for Steve to come home. I check my watch seeing that it’s 11pm the sudden realisation comes to me he’s probably not coming home, he’ll be staying the night at robins house which means he’s really pissed at me. 

I hate being alone especially at night the house creaks and makes strange noises and it brings back memories from my childhood not good ones either. Like the time my parents left me at the house when I was 5, I was off sick from school laying in my little pink bed i remember mum coming in placing her hand on my forehead gently running into my hair her eyes still holding a coldness a mother shouldn’t have as she looks up at my dad “ she’ll be fine, it’s only a cough” she whispers not noticing that I was awake as she stands up and walks away closing the door behind her little did I know I wasn’t gonna see them for a long time after that. When I was alone the house grew colder and darker , i was so scared too all I could do was cry out for my mother but no one came. I remember when Steve got home from school he was furious to see the house empty  he rushed straight to my bedroom  hugging me tightly from that day on he promised to look after me. 

But where was he now. I tuck my legs up into my chest i know I’m old enough to look after myself but deep down I’m still scared of being alone, scared that I’ll be abandoned by him as well as my parents.

As my thoughts begin to overwhelm me I get up rushing to the door, grabbing my keys and jump into my car driving off not knowing where to go. I just drive the radio blaring as I put my foot down, the car moving practically on autopilot as I pull up at the Hargrove residence. 

I sit in the car for a second trying to calm myself as my hands shakily grip the steering wheel and my breath comes out quick and frantic as it begins to settles slightly I get out walking to the door not quite sure if what to say or really why I came here but I’m here now. I finally reach the door gently knocking my head hanging low as I wait for someone to answer. 

The door opens a short red haired girl stands there looking up at me “ what do you want” she asks rudley her eye brows furrowed together as she frowns “ I’m sorry to bother you so late is Billy in” I keep my head down as she looks back into the house “ Billy it’s for you” she shouts stepping back from the door as the familiar voice calls out “ who is it” I adjust myself slightly standing up a bit more “ i don’t know some girl” he walks to the door his jaw falling slightly slack as he sees me “ Maxine move” he pushes her out the way and  back into the house “ y/n what are you doing here, is everything ok” he looks at me face full of concern “ Steve still isn’t home” I look at him “ ok become on you’re a big girl you know how to take care of yourself now don’t you” he asks his smirk playing on his face “ it’s not like that it’s just I’m scared” I mumble quietly looking down as try to turn back “ sorry I’m just being stupid” he grabs my shoulder “ no come in you can stay here tonight” he pulls me towards him his hand moving to hook around my waist “ Dads out with Susan so it’s just me and max “ he assures me closing the door letting the warmth of the house wrap around me bringing a sense of security. 

Billy takes my hand gently walking me into the house it’s well decorated and extremely organised the tv is on blaring loudly as he sits me on the sofa “ why are you scared” he asks moving to turn the volume down “ it’s nothing don’t worry “ I look at him “ listening if you’re going to be my girlfriend you need to tell me things” Billy kneels infront of me meeting my eyes as I give him a timid smile “ it just brings back memories and not good ones” I sigh quietly as he rests his hand on my cheek “ I understand “ he smiles trying to comfort me as I start to explain everything. 

“ so Steve knows all of that and still left you” he stands back up his voice turning angry as he paces slightly “ it’s fine, he needs his own time too Billy “ I look at him taking his hand in mine “ I’m fine” I assure him squeezing his hand gently he looks at me “ you listen to me when ever you’re scared or alone you come straight to me” he looks at me as I nod a smile playing on my lips 

“ you’re turning soft Billy boy” I tease my fingers tangling into his wild curls as he picks me up bridal style “ I’m only soft, to those I like” he gives my ass a playful slap “ you’re lucky I like you little miss Harrington” I rest my head on his shoulder gently looking up at him with big innocent eyes “ I like you too ” I smile sweetly as he walks up the stairs and to his room kicking the door open to reveal a tiny box room it’s relatively tidy with posters scattered along the walls he sets me down on the edge of his bed  as he walks to close the door “ oi Maxine lights out” he calls out to his sister earning a groan and a door slam from across the corridor. 

“ god she’s a brat” i hear billy mutter before closing the door he turns to look at me “ you look after her?” I look up at him “ she’s not my problem to worry about” he huffs moving next to me “ she can look after herself “ I nod resting my head on him gently looking up at him “ but it’s always a good idea to have someone there for you” he shakes his head at me “ it’s not like you and Steve, me and max are nothing alike and she’s not my problem “ I sigh quietly “ ok bills, but you can’t always take your anger out on her all the time“ he tackles me gently down onto the bed so I’m now laying making me giggle “ that’s enough talking now doll face” he leaves rough kisses along my cheeks making me blushing violently “ let’s get some shut eye, you know Stevie wouldn’t be ok with little y/n getting a late night” he teases a playfulness in his voice as I lay back giggling he wraps his arms around my waist cuddling me “ fine” I smile at him. 

“ to think I thought you were such an ass hole” I smile eyes growing heavy “ you just needed to get to know me sweetheart “ Billy holds me closer kissing my head gently “ you’re not as bad as I thought either so I guess we proved each other wrong “ he looks down at me a smug look in his face “ promise you won’t leave” I look up at him yawning slightly “ id never leave you” he strokes my cheek gently as he watches my eyes fall shut drifting off in to a deep sleep in his warm arms, he whispers quietly to me his breath hitting my ear making me snuggle back into his touch “ there’s a good girl” he keeps his breathing steady leaving goose bumps along my neck as he holds me close soon falling asleep himself. 

[harringroveera]

They’re just idiots in love, your Honor

[chiizuuchan]

he's MINE

(periodt!✨)

(btw follow me on cara and ig hehe)

[st-loveconfessions]

Firstly, this is such a cute little idea, so shoutout to the mods here! And secondly, a shoutout to some of my favorite Stranger Things blogs. <3 Highly recommend these blogs, the mods are so nice from what I've seen and they have some of the funniest/best takes.

@shieldofiron @corrodedcorpses @hellfire--cult @harringroveera @lovebillyhargrove @camaro-and-smokes

[fujiblackthorne]

billy has such a way with words 😍💩

[richard-michael-afton]

It's finished!!!

The base colors and reference image! And he's I'll draw Billy in dacres outfit in a bit.

[billlyharrington]

When Steve and Billy leave Hawkins, when they settle in their cramped but pastel blue painted home in California. Billy changes. He keeps his hands to himself and only ever acts on his desires until Steve is the one to initiate it.

They kiss and cuddle and make love often, so often that it takes a while for Steve to notice something is up with Billy's behavior at all.

It's only when Steve truly looks at Billy's questioning eyes that he realizes they only ever do these things when he is the one initiating it. When he is the one to reach out his hand for Billy to take, when he gives his lover a look, which tells Billy he's allowed to jump on him.

The truth is that Billy is terrified of being too much, of being just like his dad.

He's scared that he was too pushy—that he forced Steve to leave the only town he has ever known for his own selfish reasons.

Billy has fully convinced himself that he forced Steve to leave Hawkins with him just like Neil forced Billy to leave California instead of staying there with his mother like he wished.

Scared that he's forcing Steve to stay with him, just like Neil forced Susan to stay with him in that accursed house on Cherry Lane.

It takes a while—maybe even two whole years for Billy to kiss Steve for the first time without seeing that explicit 'yes' in his lover's eyes.

It takes two years of Steve's gentle reassurances that he truly wanted to leave Hawkins for longer than he can remember, and that the desire to leave only grew with each day he had to tiptoe around the house in Loch Nora out of fear something with rows of teeth would be waiting around the corner.

Once Billy finally grows confident, there's no going back. It's as if a switch has been flipped in Billy's head.

And then he takes. He gives and takes and takes and gives until Steve is drowning in the affection he receives. Until it's almost too much.

When Steve looks good (which is always if Billy is to be believed), then Billy is hungry to taste him. When Steve tells him he has to get up, Billy instead wrestles him onto his back and kisses him until their lips are numb.

Billy succumbs to his desires and is oh-so bold about it.

Steve no longer has to chase his treasure because his treasure wants him.

Carnally.