#Keg Boys

[cuepickle]

It’s not gay if it’s in a three way (right?)

[shieldofiron]

So. You know.

[sweetestorange]

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male x male content, women dni please <3

includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, (Hint of Tommy Hagan) and Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

using your throat after a long day

eddies all revved up after a good game

forgetting your money and giving your dealer an alternative payment

monster cock! eddie

Steve Harrington

steve letting off some steam

getting used by the keg boys ft steve/billy

putting the guest bedrooms to use

king steve keeping you in your place

Billy Hargrove

showing off your mouth skills at a party

getting used by the keg boys ft billy/steve

soft sex while he’s in a good mood

power bottom billy

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Keg Boys hanging out at Billy and Steve’s house in Cali, circa 1989

[weird-an]

Billy: Harrington's pretty, bitch.

Tommy: What?

Billy: He's a petty bitch.

Tommy: That, too.

Billy: Wait, what-

[sadhours]

idk some harringrove

Steve talks. He talks and talks. Never has a solid point but that’s fine because his plump, pink lips smack together in a real pretty way that has Billy following. Maybe not the words but the shapes they make of his lips as they leave his mouth.

Dude’s blitzed but this is the funnest Harrington gets. Getting coke is hard in this porta-potty town but Billy’s scored some. And it’s questionable stuff. Ain’t the way it feels back home but hell, does it make Harrington run his mouth. Wiggles his jaw around like he’s bouncing around something in there, and he is— it’s just his words. Billy knows he’s got this fucking dumbass, lovey look on his face. Knows it because when he catches Hagan’s eyes, the fucker bounces his eyebrows. Billy’s been caught. And with the subpar blow and the fiery whiskey, he don’t care too much.

Guards down, maybe because he gets the same type of vibe from these fucks. The vibe his dad gets from him. Spell it out, Billy. F-A-G-G-O-T. Word he says to himself in the mirror to “knock it off” like his good ‘ol dad tells him to. But then you get Harrington in a room with him and it’s all out the window. Wants that word smeared proudly across his fucking forehead so Harrington’ll get the picture. The way Hagan gets it.

Unfortunately, those Bambi eyes might be as empty as they appear. Harrington don’t get it. Even when Billy thinks he’s making it obvious as can be. Harrington will laugh it off, like Billy’s just being guys the way guys are. And that his squeezing of Steve’s face in hands isn’t a gesture of fucking attraction. And well, maybe that’s why Billy does it in the first place.

But he gets that feeling from Steve. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. Cognitive dissonance maybe? Billy doesn’t exactly know what that means. Just knows he wants to plant a fat kiss on Harrington’s pretty, flapping lips and knows the dumbass would laugh it off if he did in the first place.

“God, you’re sure are stupid,” Billy tells the brunette.

Steve pauses, tilts his head as his eyes bounce from side to side. No doubt reciting whatever the fuck he’d said back in his head. Trying to figure out whatever the dumb thing he said was. And there wasn’t— or, there probably was but Billy’s too goddamn in love to even recognize what it was. Staring at those pretty lips like there’s no tomorrow.

Hagan giggles. Billy knows his biggest wish is to be in the middle of a Billy-Steve sandwich. And maybe he’d live his dream if Steve was a little less dense. But as far as that goes, Harrington is the most clueless fucker Billy’s met.

And god damn isn’t that the cutest thing about him.

“What did I say?” Harrington asks, Bambi eyes blinking quick and dumb, pouty lips parted. Billy wants his tongue on them.

“Fuck if I know, I haven’t been listening to a damn thing,” Billy cackles, kicks his foot against Harrington’s ankle for good measure.

“Then how was it stupid?” He’s confused, it’s written all over his pretty face.

Billy shrugs, laughs with Hagan. Knows Steve doesn’t get it and they’re both in love with the idiot. Oblivious to the whole bit.

“I said you’re stupid,” Billy smirks.

“Yeah, no I heard you,” Harrington replies, head still tilted in the mess of confusion.

Hagan makes it weird, “You’re cute, Harrington.”

Billy’s a mess of giggles then, on his back as it rips through him.

Harrington looks at the pair of them like they’re insane. And maybe they are. But Billy agrees, Harrington is cute.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

The porch light has come on, pooling on the cement along with the light shining through the sliding glass door. The chairs have inched closer and closer to the house in the absence of the sun, and the pool has long-since emptied of people.

Billy leans back on one of his hands, sitting sideways in a lounge chair with his legs spread out, the warm bottom of a bottle of beer resting against his bare thigh.

There’s still heat in his skin from earlier that afternoon. Sweat-slick and sticky from sunscreen that will take two shower’s-worth of scrubbing to fully remove. No tan lines whatsoever. Gentle bite marks and bruises left in tender areas that will surely ache to touch tomorrow.

For now, he’s looking forward to stepping under a stream of water in the master bathroom upstairs.

The water always stays hot longer at the Harrington castle.

He decided a few hours ago that once he’s finished his last beer, he’ll leave.

He’ll leave and he won’t come back.

Naturally, he’s been sipping at it for what feels like hours now. Swirling the bottle to check how much time he has left, letting dread pool hot and heavy in the pit of his belly at the thought of putting the neck to his lips for the last time.

The conversation goes on around him as usual.

Eddie talks about his latest gig. Jonathan and Tommy both bring up their girlfriends respectively. Jason laments about classes, Argyle suggests that he take a semester or two off, and Steve offers to get another round of drinks.

He pats a hand against Billy’s knee when he doesn’t respond, and the blond takes a moment to actually look up at where he stands over the lounger.

Everyone is looking at him. Which means that Steve must have tried a few times to get his attention.

Eddie lolls his head against Billy’s naked thigh from where he’s sat on the floor, fixing him with big, brown, bloodshot eyes.

“Y’okay, big red?” he hums. His hair is cold and damp where it splays over Billy’s steaming skin. He eyes a mark left near Billy’s hip, red and deeply indented by a set of teeth, and smiles. “Lost your buzz?”

Billy shakes his head. Swirls the bottle in his hand and chews his lip.

He’s getting choked up. He can feel the lump building in his throat, matching the subtle sting in his eyes and the thrumming in his head.

This is exactly why he needs to leave.

“I don’t—“ he says, and his voice comes out with a shake. It has any remaining smiles vanishing from the sea of people around him. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

For a while now, these little hangouts were just what he needed. To come and be held by doting hands, kissed by loving mouths, and cherished like he’s something special. Brought up to the edge over and over until his eyes run out of tears, and afterwards feel the warm press of other aching bodies against his own to help ground him. Bring him back.

He must not be alone in feeling this way, because when he lifts his gaze from the wet floor, he’s met with various looks of confusion and sadness.

More sadness than he was expecting.

Steve crouches beside the lounger and sets a careful hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing comfortingly back and forth.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he coos. “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

A shaky breath escapes Billy, and suddenly all of the guys go rigid. Eddie shoots upright, sitting straight and looking up with his brows furrowed, and splays a hand over Billy’s inner thigh just above his knee.

“Don’t cry, sweetness, just breathe.”

Billy looks away and closes his eyes when the tears finally spill over.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asks.

“Did something make you uncomfortable?” Tommy adds.

Quickly, they’re speaking over each other, not one question intelligible from the next, and Steve shushes them sternly.

When he turns his attention back to Billy, his expression is soft and understanding.

“Talk to us, baby,” he pleads. “Take a second to breathe, alright? There’s no rush.”

The palms resting against his skin are comforting. He breathes softly, shakily, and sheds a few more tears before he relaxes enough to exhale a tension-filled sigh.

If his skin was hot before, it’s blistering now. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm and sniffles.

“I’m okay,” he says, and there’s a slight air of relief around him afterward. “I just… I can’t keep doing this, y’know? I keep saying it’ll be the last time, and then I keep fucking coming back.”

Billy stares down at the last sip of his beer. Thinks about slender hands combing over his torso, grabbing his hips. Tangling in his hair and pulling.

He thinks of kisses pressed to his neck and fingers tucking under the band of his swim shorts, slipping them off to be lost near the tree line. He thinks of the heated pool water and how cool it felt against his skin. How cool it felt in contrast to the hot mouths finding purchase anywhere they could.

“How come?” Eddie asks.

He looks almost hurt, and when Billy glances around, he has to look away again because the expression is on every damn face he sees.

So, he takes a deep breath, and tightens his fist around the neck of the bottle.

“It’s nothing anyone’s done,” he prefaces. “I’m just starting to want… more? Getting passed around like a bong at a smoke sesh used to do it for me, but it’s not anymore, and it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid—“

“I don’t feel like this,” Billy rasps. He swallows thickly as his eyes well up again. “I don’t like feeling like this. Needy and pathetic and like I can’t just have sex.”

He’s not looking, but he can feel the boys move closer. He can hear the movement, just barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“You aren’t pathetic, Bill,” Steve reassures.

“It’s perfectly normal to want more than just sex,” Jonathan adds, much, much closer now. “You’re normal for wanting that.”

Billy shakes his head and exhales a shaky breath. Another hand smooths over his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. It helps even out his breath again.

“I’m not normal for wanting what I want.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

After a beat, Billy cracks his eyes open. Huffs a laugh to himself at how crowded the space beside the lounger has become, and fixes the brunet with a look.

Steve, sharp as he is, immediately raises his brows in understanding.

“Oh, Billy,” he croons. “I’m sure we could—“

“Sure we could what? Half of you fucks have girlfriends, and it would never work out anyway. Seven is a crowd.” The realization seeps through each thick skull in a matter of seconds, it seems. Billy fights the urge to scoff. “See? It’s stupid.”

Out of all of them, Tommy is the only one to laugh. He snickers and leans his elbow onto Jason’s shoulder, which earns a confused and hurt look from Billy.

“Of course you’d want more boyfriends than you can count on one hand,” he sighs fondly. “Mister blue-eyed princess needs extra love and attention? Who could’ve guessed?”

What he says earns a few chuckles. Even Steve spreads a smile and squeezes Billy’s arm where his hand still rests.

“You do need a lot of constant spoiling,” Steve adds amusedly.

“So high maintenance that you’re crying and freaking us all out ‘cause you like us,” Jason chuckles.

The laughter proceeds and Billy pouts. Eddie picks himself up and sits beside him on the lounger, tucking a curl behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I think it’s safe to say you have these boys wrapped around your little finger,” he hums. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I heard Hagan alone drop about a hundred L-words today. He doesn’t even say that shit to Carol.”

“I do too,” Tommy huffs.

“Yeah? When?”

“On… Valentine’s Day? Y’know, special occasions.”

He flushes red and looks away when Billy smiles at him, crossing his arms. Jason pats a hand on his back.

“Well, now I actually feel kinda stupid,” Billy huffs.

“So you’re a little blond and a little boy-crazy? We already knew that,” Argyle says.

There’s another wave of chuckles, and now Billy’s really smiling.

When he looks around, he doesn’t feel like everything is so out of reach anymore. Literally.

He exhales a relieved sigh, shifting in his seat and grimacing at the grimy feeling of his skin now that he’s had more time to dry off.

“Gonna run me a shower, Harrington?” he lilts.

Steve chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out.

“Promise there won’t be any more crying?”

The blond takes his hand and stands up as well, snorting when Steve sets his free hand on his waist and pulls them hip-to-hip.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

They share a kiss, parting not a moment later when Eddie pushes himself up and runs to the back door.

“I call first round of shower sex!” he yells.

Billy simply quirks an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the side in consideration. The other guys are all quickly scrambling inside. Jason’s hands fit around Eddie’s waist when they’re about halfway through the living room, and the brunet struggles momentarily until his back is pulled flush with Jason’s chest.

“We all know you don’t shower otherwise, Munson,” Jason teases.

He licks a stripe up the curve of Eddie’s neck, and it takes less than a second for them to topple over onto the couch, hands roaming all over each other as Eddie fails to sass back.

Argyle and Jonathan make off towards the guest bathroom, stripping down in the hall along their way, and Tommy is left standing in the doorway, leaning his arm against the frame.

“I’ll go get it warmed up,” he says with a wink.

Then it’s just Billy and Steve outside.

It’s quiet now, save for the chirping of crickets. They’re still pressed together. Steve rubs his thumbs against Billy’s hips mindlessly. Leans forward and just barely brushes his lips against his ear.

“We’ll figure it out,” he coos. “But for now, let’s go get clean, yeah?”

Billy glances down at his free hand briefly. Swirls the contents of the bottle before setting it on the side table beside him and breathing in deep. Like the oppressive weight is gone from his body.

He feels like he’s damn near floating when he meets Steve’s gaze again. They both spread goofy grins not a moment later.

“Yeah, Stevie. Let’s go.”

[rockabye-billy]

In which Tommy still enlightens Steve in the shower - but on a different matter. 

+ some realizations later:

[creepydude78]

The three boyfreinds at a party we love to see, Tommy is such a bottom for these two men.

So my freind first drew a Gothic steve and I just had to deliver with billy, tommy and steve just slightly Gothic/punk, now I will admit the references I had were more modern so maybe I'll redo this with more 80s goth looks on the three of them.

Hand drawing all those chains was pure torture but they all look so gorgeous with them on.

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

hey bestie can i pretty pretty please have titfucking with the kegboys or harringroveson? smooches

How about both? Steve, Eddie, Billy, & Tommy.

Hmmm, I think I'll choose the line “I’m not drunk enough for this.” (also I threw in a bonus ;3)

A bet's a bet and let it never be said that Steve Harrington welched on one.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” Steve let out a nervous giggle.

"Nobody here but us, Stevie." Tommy rubbed his shoulders and it helped ease some of the tension there.

"Relax, your majesty." Eddie took a long drag off of his joint and leaned in to shotgun it with him. Steve breathed it in, held it, and let Eddie deepen the kiss as the smoke left their lungs.

Between the two of them, he was eased down to kneel on the soft cushion they'd pulled off of Steve's basement couch. Steve parted from the kiss to look past Eddie’s shoulder to see Billy standing up from the couch itself.

"You wearing it, Princess?" Billy reached down to tap Steve's chin until he was looking straight up at him. "Does King Steve honor his bets?"

Steve swallowed hard and startled when Tommy leaned over his shoulder to kiss his constricting throat. "Relax, Stevie, relax. We know how to keep our mouths shut, don't we, boys?"

"Think anyone would believe the Freak?" Eddie grinned at Steve. "We're good, yeah?"

Billy put out his joint in the nearby ashtray on the coffee table. He exhaled as he spoke. "Don't have anyone I want to share this with that ain't already here." He curled his hand through Steve’s hair, rubbing a lock of it between his fingers. "Show us, pretty boy."

Steve felt his mouth go dry but started to unbutton his shirt. The boys made various sounds of interest and shock.

"Fuck me." Eddie's eyes were glazed over and Steve didn't think it was just from the weed. Steve shrugged off the shirt and Tommy, ever the gentleman, helped pull it off and threw it at the couch. No one checked to see if it landed.

"Not here for your skinny ass, Munson." Billy pushed him to the side for a better look. 

The bet had come about while Steve, Tommy, and Billy had been hanging out. It'd been Steve's way of extending the olive branch to Tommy. Whatever their problems were, they'd been friends for too long to leave things as they were forever.

However, Tommy and Billy Hargrove were now a package deal it seemed. Tommy, to ease the tension between the two, had called their friendly neighborhood dealer to come by. Who ended up staying because apparently he and Billy were friends.

After some time, a quiet conversation between Billy and Steve alone, the party of four finally began to kick off. It wasn't long before the games started, he and Billy were too competitive for their own good and this time Steve was into it.

Steve had, almost predictably, lost.

Some time over the course of the party, the other boys had exchanged loaded glances and quiet side conversations before the final bet. In hindsight, maybe Steve should have already known they were interested in him in a more than friend way. The innuendo, the subtle flirting that steadily became less and less so throughout the party, and the stares at his ass.

Fast forward a week later and they were all back at Steve’s to make good on his end of the bet.

Which was Steve, on his knees and surrounded by the boys, in nothing but his old and now too tight gym shorts and the bra.

Tommy rested his chin on Steve's shoulder and trailed hands up from his hips to Steve's chest, cupping the thin see-through red bra. It'd taken some doing, Steve had found one close enough in his size to wear for this. "Shit Stevie, look at you."

By their request, Steve hadn't shaved his chest that week and three pairs of hands were feeling him up. Three pairs of hands petting his chest hair, his nipples, tugging at the straps of the bra, cupping his-

Steve gasped as Billy’s hands squeezed and kneaded his chest. "Look at these fucking tits." He pinched his nipples and got a hiss in return.

"Getting pretty wet," Eddie said in a rough voice. A hand rubbed over the trapped bulge in his shorts and then lightly pinched the head of his cock, the wet patch grew larger. "You really like having your tits played with, huh?"

"So pretty, Stevie." Tommy kissed his neck and held his weight as Steve sank back into him. Tommy wouldn't let him fall. "I got you."

Steve's eyes drifted shut as Eddie shotgunned with him at the same time Billy started mouthing at his tits, sucking on the nipples through the thin material of the bra.

He blinked his eyes open to realize he'd lost track of time a bit. Tommy and Eddie were down to their underwear now, fuck he hadn't known Eddie had that many tattoos, and the sound of Billy's belt hitting the floor drew his eyes upwards.

His first thought was 'no underwear, of course.' The second was holy fuck, Tina hadn't been kidding when she said he was hung.

Eddie and Tommy laughter filled his ears. Steve realized too late that he'd said that last part out loud.

"Yeah," Tommy said. "Sorta my first reaction too."

"My first reaction was how fast can I get that under me and in me." Eddie grinned at Steve’s wide eyes. "Oh, Billy’s very equal opportunity all the time. He's charitable like that."

Billy put a hand on Eddie’s face and pushed him out of the way. "Move it, Munson, or you can go play by yourself."

Eddie scooted to the side so Billy was standing directly in front of Steve. Billy’s hand was back in his hair. "Up." Billy gave a gentle tug on his hair until Steve rose up onto his knees again. It put his face intimately close to Billy. "Mmm, the angle isn't right. Hagan, bring me that chair."

Once Tommy retrieved the chair, Billy sat down and pulled Steve to sit between his knees. It put his cock level with Steve’s chest.

"There we go." Billy's hands were on his chest again, squeezing the soft mounds in his hands. "You put on a little weight, Princess. Looks good on you. Real good." He pinched Steve's nipples hard enough to make him hiss, to make bend down to try to get away. It just made his chin and then brush against Billy’s now very erect cock.

"Um." Steve wasn't even sure what it was he wanted to say. It seemed kind of desperate to beg to suck someone's dick, now matter how good it looked and smelled. Fuck the smell of musk was strong. Steve hadn't gotten a chance at sucking off a guy since the first and last time he had at Wham! concert.

"No pressure, Princess, not what we're here for today." Billy stroked Steve’s hair out of his eyes. "Today you're here to sit pretty for us, let me fuck these tits, and then these two are going to jack off on to them. Hope you didn't save the receipt for this, sweetheart." He snapped Steve's bra strap. "I don't think they're gonna want it back."

Steve was definitely not drunk enough for this, but maybe he was just high enough.

[idkevenknowwhattoput]

Harringrove Mama Mia!

(Omegaverse if you want idk this is a prompt for writers)

Lily Harrington has lived on the island her whole life, with her father/or mother steve Harrington. They run a like tourist hotel together that hasn’t really done well over the years. Lily is 20 now and is getting married to the love of her life, but the thing is she has no one to walk her down the isle. Steve offered too but Lily wants a traditional wedding where her father walks her down the isle but the thing is, Lily doesn’t know who her father is and Steve won’t tell her anything, so she finds Steve’s journal from when he was younger and she found 3 potential men that could be her father, Eddie Munson, a guitarist who dated steve and spent the summer with in 1986. Billy Hargrove, a good looking guy who had Steve for the summer of 85 and Steve wrote a lot about billy. Tommy (or Jonathan whichever) spent the summer with Steve in 84, Tommy wasn’t a long fling, and Tommy is married to some women named Carol now. The dates matched up but lily didn’t know which one was her dad so, why not invite all of them what could go wrong?

(Also chrissy as Rosie and Robin as Tanya)

[boffeeceans]

*Me? Including Billy and Steve in the same ship? *gasp* shocker!

** I see you. I know what you're thinking. But maybe you've seen me around by now and you know. You know what I'm thinking. And I'm gonna tell you: don't. I excluded them for a reason. And I'm sorry. But they will win and this is not about them. Again, I'm so sorry.

[shieldofiron]

Feral for Feral or GTFO

[kalonsystem]

Temporarily Closed!

Hey! I'm looking for people to roleplay with me either on here, or on discord! (Preferably discord!) I'm semi-lit, and the requirements are to be at least 18 and comfortable writing possible/eventual smut All characters will also be portrayed 18+! If you are comfortable, any cis male character I play is possibly subject to a trans headcanon!

I have no hard triggers in writing, and i love rarepairs and crackships !

Characters i play with the respective ships I'm looking for:

Jonathan - Any MLM pairing

Eddie- Any MLM pairing

Chrissy- Calicheer, Cheerscoops, Buckingham, Hellcheer, also open to ideas!

Will- Byler, Greatwise

Joyce - Jopper

Gareth- Greatwise, Gareth/Eddie, open to other pairings!

Jason- Any MLM pairing! ESPECIALLY Munver or Cargrove.

Tommy- you guessed it, any MLM pairing

Billy- Any MLM pairing

Alexei - Murrlexei

If you have an idea that wasn't listed, run it by me! I'm also open to polycules!

If you prefer to contact me directly on discord, my tag is reanimatedmisery

[eddiebillysteve]

i didn’t even post here that i wrote a sad little stommy blurb but if you’re interested in a quick, sad read, you can find it here heh

[weird-an]

Hawkins is the most boring dot on the map Neil could find and now Billy is here. In a town that feels all superior in its tristesse and stiffness, but otherwise everybody lives at least twenty years in the past. A place where wearing a crop top is considered a sin and everybody is so painfully conservative Billy bets his ass that the police swings by to check if people are only fucking in missionary position and are wearing their wedding rings.

Well. Apparently they are fucking in missionary position. But it's not very conservative. Billy closes the door of the bedroom he stumbled in. It's another party from a girl or a guy from High School (or so Billy thinks) and he just wanted to take a break from the noise and pretending.

It doesn't make sense. Tommy hates Steve Harrington, why would he be under him? And worse, why does it make Billy's stomach twist? Maybe because it's gay shit. Billy doesn't do gay shit.

A few days later when the last week of school starts Billy can't look either of them in the eye. He swears Harrington winks at him in the hallway. Billy turns around. During algebra he's sneaking out to smoke on the school's toilet when he hears a loud moan. He rubs his temples. It's Harrington's voice. He recognizes that low timbre. That can't be.

He presses out his cigarette against the tiles. Just the moment Harrington comes out of the stall, pulling up his zipper.

"I thought you were a player not a spectator," he says to Billy. Eyes raking over him. He looks hungry.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Billy grunts.

Hagan walks out of the stall, combing his hair with his hands. "C'mon, you know what he's saying. You can join us."

"You said Harrington turned bitch." Billy doesn't get Tommy. He just knows he hates the hickey above his collarbone.

"I say a lot of things." Tommy shrugs.

Harrington laughs. Unfazed. His eyes don't leave Billy. "Some people just need to get it out of their system."

Billy doesn't need to work through anything. He jerks off at home, pretending to look at a magazine and at Shauna Grant, but ends off thinking about Harrington's big dick. Billy doesn't do gay shit. Doesn't mean he doesn't think about it.

The next day Harrington leans against his car. Designer clothes and expensive aftershave. Billy crosses his arms.

"What do you want?" he sneers.

"Isn't that obvious?" Harrington asks, raising a brow.

Billy feels like a dessert. Harrington looks like he wants to eat him, he thinks.

"You," Harrington says. "I want you. So are you comin' or what?"

Billy looks over to the BMW. Tommy is already sitting on the backseat, grinning at him.

"I'm not your bitch," he says.

Harrington smiles. "Of course."

Billy just needs to get it out of his system. It's only one time, right?