#billycule

[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.”

[billyharringson]

It's Argyle's turn with Billy in the next chapter of 'Chokehold'

Chokehold - Chapter 5 - Jad3w1ngs - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

[kalonsystem]

I am still looking for people i beg

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

[shieldofiron]

Hellcheer x Harringrove 70s Fleetwood Mac AU

“Maybe we should stop making up and breaking up, Chris,” Billy says softly, touching her cheek, “Maybe we should all have been together. From the beginning.”

@intothedysphoria​ also wrote an amazing ficlet for this because I have 70s au brainrot and I need them! So Much! Read it here it’s perfect!

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

It was at this moment Billy knew he fucked up

Billy: *looks at the camera like he's in the office*

Nah just kidding they're poly 😂

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

This is a snippet from the poly fic I'm currently writing

I'm trying really hard not to get too excited and post it as I go, because for once I'd like to have everything planned before I upload, just so I don't procrastinate and leave the fic unfinished forever

-

“Dude, shoes,” Steve says, exasperated.

Tommy tsks and plops down on the loveseat beside Billy before he kicks his sneakers off. They flop on the carpet, askew, and Steve grumbles as he grabs them to stow in the entryway. Clearly having had his fill of Hagan’s shenanigans for the evening, if the way that his brows are pinched together is any indication.

Just watching the two of them interact drains Billy’s social bar faster than a mosquito can leave a bite.

“He’s such a nag,” Tommy murmurs. Passes Billy a beer before he sinks into his seat, unbothered by the fact that their shoulders are smushed together. “Should’a thrown a shoe at his head.”

Billy snickers. Sips his lukewarm beer and grimaces a little just as Steve wanders back into the room.

“Want me to get you a cold one?” he asks.

Before the blond can answer, his beer is being nabbed from his hand, and Steve is smacking Tommy over the head as he walks past. Tommy huffs, clearing his throat and sitting up to cough into his fist.

“Fuck was that for?”

“Guests get cold drinks, not ones off the garage floor.”

“I’m a guest too,” Tommy pouts.

He sinks into the cushions more, knee bumping against Billy’s as his shirt bunches up like a toddler’s would when sliding out of a carseat. Shows a sliver of his freckled stomach.

Billy looks at the ceiling.

“Yeah, but you’re over too often.”

The garage door swings open. There’s the faint clack of bottles before Steve is returning and handing Billy a fresh one, the glass slick with cool condensation as it greets his palm. Rather than sitting in the recliner or even the sofa, Steve settles on the coffee table directly in front of the loveseat. Takes a swig out of Billy’s old beer and leans back on his hand.

“So he’s special and I’m not?” Tommy asks.

“Mhm.” Steve glances at Billy over his beer and winks. “Special boys get cold beers. Always.”

“That’s fucked up. I don’t have fridge privileges anymore?”

“I’ll consider giving them back if you start leaving your shoes by the door. Sound fair?”

Tommy seems to consider for a moment. Billy can’t even see his face, he’s slouching down so far.

He must have a goofy expression, because Steve spreads a grin.

The sight stirs something warm in the pit of Billy’s stomach. Makes his insides feel sunkissed, like if he were to open his mouth, light would pour out. It gets worse when Tommy pushes closer into his side in an effort to sit back up. Halfway through, he stops. Stays smushed against Billy at an angle and lolls his head against his shoulder.

“‘Kay, but you have to put ‘em back on me when I leave.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Would you do it for Billy?”

Steve huffs amusedly and takes another sip.

“He wears boots.”

“And?”

“Well, they’re easier to put on than chucks.”

“How? They have like a hundred more laces.”

Billy shakes his head as the two continue arguing. He finishes his beer first, leaning forward to push himself up out of his seat to go dispose of the bottle. Only stops because Tommy makes a noise of displeasure when he moves.

“Hmm?” Billy hums, and it’s soft.

Too soft.

That doesn’t phase Tommy in the slightest, if anything he presses closer. Loops his arm around Billy’s and drags him back into his seat so he can nuzzle against him.

This isn’t out of the norm. He gets clingy at random, will find excuses to touch Billy or Steve. Usually Steve. Usually drunk. Or high. Or some mix between the two.

Two and a half sips of beer doesn’t even qualify as tipsy, and yet, here he is. Cuddling into Billy’s side like he’s mistaken him for Carol-shaped. Or, hell, even Steve-shaped.

“You’re gonna leave if you get up,” Tommy murmurs.

Billy fiddles with the bottle. Glances at Steve, who shrugs and nods.

“One and done, right?” he says.

And, sure, Billy’s been turning in for the night a little early lately, but it’s not because he’s a buzzkill. It’s because he’s been having to cover for Munson at work and drive Max to school. And.

He’s a fucking buzzkill.

Billy shrugs out of Tommy’s hold and instead drapes his arm around his shoulders, allowing for the brunet to curl closer.

“Keep the beers comin’ and I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

-

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Have another snippet from my wip Billycule fic that I’ll hopefully be uploading soon on ao3

Yk, if I find the motivation to hurry up and finish mocking up the plot

-

“Look“,” Billy says, and sighs. Stares down at the clipboard in his hands without bothering to try and read the words anymore. “If you really wanna do me a solid, maybe you can come help me in my garage sometime. I have a project that’s pretty slow-moving right now, and–”

“It’s the Camaro, right?” Eddie interrupts.

There’s new excitement on his face, and Billy raises his eyebrows.

“Not the one I had, no. She, uh… got scrapped.”

Eddie nods.

“It’s the ‘68 Z28, right? Your old one was seventies.” The brunet chuckles when Billy narrows his eyes at him in confusion. “Red told me. I promise I’m not that obsessed with you, I just think about you in the bath sometimes and that’s it, I swear.”

Satisfied and probably downright pleased with himself, Eddie brings one of his hands up to tug a lock of hair in front of his face. Billy tries to look offended but his cackle echoes off of the cinderblock walls anyway.

“So she does listen to me when I talk,” he muses.

Eddie drops his arms to his sides.

“Really? The bathtub joke didn’t land? I thought for sure it’d make you blush.”

Billy laughs again, and Eddie’s face burns red as this lopsided smile creeps onto his face.

“I’m not entirely convinced that you bathe, Munson.”

“What?” Eddie gasps. “I bathe. Smell me, I can prove it.”

“I can smell you from here.”

There’s a moment of stillness, like an unspoken challenge is being accepted, before Eddie lifts an arm into the air. Billy barely dodges out of his way when he strides back into his space, shouting, “smell! Smell right now!”

Billy gags when he gets a face full of pit, and Eddie makes a noise of offense.

“I fucking showered this morning, you asshole!”

“With what, hotdog water?”

Tools clutter to the floor when they bump into the workbench, Billy’s lungs sufficiently deflated from laughter while Eddie backs up to check for himself. Billy loses it even more when he grimaces.

“Guess I need to wash my jumper,” he says. Then promptly crosses his arms. “I do shower, though. With soap.”

“Just soap, huh?”

“No, and the water isn’t of the hotdog variety, either.”

Billy composes himself, leaning his back against the table, and can’t help that a fond smile forms on his lips while he watches Eddie pout. Jokes aside, Eddie’s musk doesn’t smell… bad. Hell, sometimes Billy catches himself freezing in his tracks after the guy walks past him just because it carries lightly on the air wherever he goes.

“I’d have to see it to believe it,” Billy says.

The expression wipes clean off of Eddie’s face, replaced by confusion. Just briefly.

“You sayin’ you wanna watch me shower?”

Billy pushes off of the table and smirks as he looks back at his previously forgotten clipboard, flipping through the pages as he strolls over to the car that they’re supposed to be working on.

“I mean, you’re already thinkin’ about me in there, right? Just food for thought.” He doesn’t have to look to know that Eddie just died and came back to himself. And then died again. “You better clock in before Sam catches you slacking, Munson.”

Eddie’s movements stutter as he strides over to the timeclock, head ducked.

Now it’s Billy’s turn to be pleased with himself.

-

It’s a bit of a task to write, but it’s gonna have Harringrove, Mungrove, Tomgrove, Argilly, and Byergrove

Plus other side ships like Stommy and Jargyle, etc

I’m like six chapters in, just gotta work up the nerve to start posting smh

[billyharringson]

So I've written Brat Billy being dommed by a lot of the boys and I love him in all of those pairings but I genuinely think that the ultimate brat tamer in my Billy ships is Argyle.

He also just so happens to be the only character that I write as solely a Dom (just like I write Billy as solely a sub). He just gives me that energy and I think he'd be like the best Dom out of all the boys because he wouldn't bring ego into it. I'm not saying that Steve or Eddie would be bad at it, just that I can imagine there being more trip ups and miscommunications and things, especially at the start.

But Argyle knows that whilst he is the one in control he is also very aware that his sub is the one with the power. Billy is giving him that control because he trusts him, Billy wants him to break him down and make him behave and Argyle accepts that responsibility with the highest level of respect.

And because he has that knowledge and that comfort in himself he just radiates Dom energy to the point that if I'm writing polycule or Billycule the other boys will instantly defer to him even if they were convinced that they would never sub for anyone else (thinking of Sir Steve from my Billy and his 4 Dom's series).

[billyharringson]

My next fill for the @billyhargrovebingo is another Stoner Polycule fic. Or maybe Billycule would be a better fit because they're all very focused on him.

Square - C2 - Doppleganger

Rating - Explicit

Ships - Argyle/Jon/Billy/Steve/Eddie

Title - Chokehold

Additional tags - Drug Use, Extremely Dubious Consent, Band Fic, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Billycule, Because they may all be fucking but i'm not sure they all like each other, groupie Billy Hargrove, Drug Addiction, Hurt/Comfort

Summary - Billy wakes up in the tour bus of the up and coming band Doppleganger, unsure who if any of them he slept with the night before. Because he doesn't remember any of it. It quickly becomes apparent that remembering the night before might be the least of his worries.

AO3 -

[alexstfuistg]

#harmungroveham#billy hargrove#steve harrington#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson#aleksaireplies#it is a small ship#hardly a boat#but everyone is welcome on this teeny tiny boat#also remember how i said i only care about a billycule or a chrissycule#steve billy eddie is the billycule#aka the boycule#u know what my chrissycule dreamteam would be#aka the girlcule#robin chrissy heather is the chrissycule#sorry nance lmao#nancy is okay but i think she is super monogamous @aleksaidraws

The four though, adorable! Also, I feel like this was a thing that Chrissy would initiate. I feel it in my bones that she went:

“Eddie is so cute. What a nerd.”

“But Steve is so cute too and nice.”

“And how can Billy be cute and hot at the same time? While fighting? Impossible.”

But to her they’re her friends that she just appreciates aesthetically until she gets tired of pretending that she doesn’t find them all hot and that she doesn’t notice Billy notice Steve who notices Eddie who notices Billy and Steve while they also notice her. It’s confusing and maybe she’s compensating because when she was still with Jason and when she still cared about what her mom thought she was not technically doing her own thing and was living her life for other people, and maybe now that she dgaf about anyones opinions she’s going a little too fast and hard but I mean…

Have you seen Eddie and Steve and Billy like, really seen them being dorks and being playful and flirting and that one time at the quarry they all went swimming but no one brought their swim suits so the boys dove in in their tighty whities that got all see through…

Ehem. Obviously Chrissy had a great time because the view was immaculate.

And she knows that she and the guys are all in to eachother but none of the guys will dare make a move (because they’re unsure plus they’re gentlemen and don’t want to overwhelm her) so Chrissy says screw it and makes the move for them.

“It’s what I deserve.” Is what she says to Nancy when Nancy notes that she’s being a little greedy choosing the three instead of one.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to date and sleep with them all? How do you think…Eddie feels about you sleeping with Billy? Or how Steve feels about having to share?”

“…oh my God Nancy, you never listen. We’re together.”

And due to Nancy’s confusion Robin pipes up, bored.

“Wheeler, they are together together. They fuck.”

“All of four them?!”

“Not all time!” Chrissy defends. “We cuddle too.”

Robin is just super supportive.

“I mean I don’t get it but that’s probably because the dicks.”

“I’m just grateful for the support.”

Nancy still doesn’t entirely get it but Robin does give Chrissy a high five.

“I didn’t know more and sharing was an option.”

I mean that’s what I think might have happened at least.

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

WHO WROTE THIS ILYSM YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS PERFECTLY!! YES THIS IS EXACTLY IT!

CHRISSY IN HER DGAF PHASE. THE BOYS JUST BEING BOYS BUT IN A GOOD WAY.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ANON ✨😭💕💯🤟💛🖤💙💖✨

#HARMUNGROVEHAM

[billyharringson]

Next chapter of the Mungrove summer camp fic (which i'm pretty sure is going to turn into a full Billycule fic at some point) is now here.

Losing my heart at sleepaway camp - Chapter 2 - Jad3w1ngs - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Steve would buy flowers and teddy bears for Billy's birthday. Make things like writing 'I love you' a 100 times. Print their photos together and write silly notes behind them.

Eddie on the other hand probably save his drug money all year and buy Billy things like feathered handcuffs, expensive lingerie, piercings for his nipple and tattoo appointment in a good quality tattoo shop*god know Billy's needs a good tattoo*

Billy takes this gifts and use it on them in their birthdays as a gift. Also a blowjob for both of them when he feels generous lol.

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Metalhamsandwich as maneskin au.

Billy as Thomas

Chrissy as Vic

Steve as Damiano

Eddie as Ethan

Completely based on their looks. But imagine how hot it'd be.

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 pls and thank u

Okay I have two options about this but I'm gonna give the more logical one lol.

Steve is a verryyyy monogamous person. Like very. He doesn't want to share what's his. And Billy is his. He doesn't want anyone to touch him the way Steve touch him.

And Billy is a jealous bastard. He's jealous anyone coming near Steve. Its because he thinks Steve could replace him easily and anyone is better than him. So he marks his territory like a dog and don't let others touch it.

But when Billy realize Steve is not going anywhere, he loves Billy so much to replace him with any other. He just open up to him. Say he wanna try new things, new positions but with Steve in it. Steve would be absolutely shocked to hear this tho. But I think he'd be down. Just to make Billy happy. Also he realized he's kinda a voyeur and loves Billy getting fucked by others. But I see those polycules as Billycules mostly. I mean Billy centric. Billy is the chees in the sandwich.

Ask me away!

[ebphonehome]

My multi-shipper brain is short circuiting from the cuteness overload. This is SO SWEET. My heart’s practically melted into a puddle in my chest.

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.”

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The Billycule fic has been posted! I'm going to try my hardest to keep updating as I go, so far I already have seven complete chapters - just gotta edit and post!!

Baby boy needs as many kisses as he can get

This is a snippet from the poly fic I'm currently writing

I'm trying really hard not to get too excited and post it as I go, because for once I'd like to have everything planned before I upload, just so I don't procrastinate and leave the fic unfinished forever

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“Dude, shoes,” Steve says, exasperated.

Tommy tsks and plops down on the loveseat beside Billy before he kicks his sneakers off. They flop on the carpet, askew, and Steve grumbles as he grabs them to stow in the entryway. Clearly having had his fill of Hagan’s shenanigans for the evening, if the way that his brows are pinched together is any indication.

Just watching the two of them interact drains Billy’s social bar faster than a mosquito can leave a bite.

“He’s such a nag,” Tommy murmurs. Passes Billy a beer before he sinks into his seat, unbothered by the fact that their shoulders are smushed together. “Should’a thrown a shoe at his head.”

Billy snickers. Sips his lukewarm beer and grimaces a little just as Steve wanders back into the room.

“Want me to get you a cold one?” he asks.

Before the blond can answer, his beer is being nabbed from his hand, and Steve is smacking Tommy over the head as he walks past. Tommy huffs, clearing his throat and sitting up to cough into his fist.

“Fuck was that for?”

“Guests get cold drinks, not ones off the garage floor.”

“I’m a guest too,” Tommy pouts.

He sinks into the cushions more, knee bumping against Billy’s as his shirt bunches up like a toddler’s would when sliding out of a carseat. Shows a sliver of his freckled stomach.

Billy looks at the ceiling.

“Yeah, but you’re over too often.”

The garage door swings open. There’s the faint clack of bottles before Steve is returning and handing Billy a fresh one, the glass slick with cool condensation as it greets his palm. Rather than sitting in the recliner or even the sofa, Steve settles on the coffee table directly in front of the loveseat. Takes a swig out of Billy’s old beer and leans back on his hand.

“So he’s special and I’m not?” Tommy asks.

“Mhm.” Steve glances at Billy over his beer and winks. “Special boys get cold beers. Always.”

“That’s fucked up. I don’t have fridge privileges anymore?”

“I’ll consider giving them back if you start leaving your shoes by the door. Sound fair?”

Tommy seems to consider for a moment. Billy can’t even see his face, he’s slouching down so far.

He must have a goofy expression, because Steve spreads a grin.

The sight stirs something warm in the pit of Billy’s stomach. Makes his insides feel sunkissed, like if he were to open his mouth, light would pour out. It gets worse when Tommy pushes closer into his side in an effort to sit back up. Halfway through, he stops. Stays smushed against Billy at an angle and lolls his head against his shoulder.

“‘Kay, but you have to put ‘em back on me when I leave.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Would you do it for Billy?”

Steve huffs amusedly and takes another sip.

“He wears boots.”

“And?”

“Well, they’re easier to put on than chucks.”

“How? They have like a hundred more laces.”

Billy shakes his head as the two continue arguing. He finishes his beer first, leaning forward to push himself up out of his seat to go dispose of the bottle. Only stops because Tommy makes a noise of displeasure when he moves.

“Hmm?” Billy hums, and it’s soft.

Too soft.

That doesn’t phase Tommy in the slightest, if anything he presses closer. Loops his arm around Billy’s and drags him back into his seat so he can nuzzle against him.

This isn’t out of the norm. He gets clingy at random, will find excuses to touch Billy or Steve. Usually Steve. Usually drunk. Or high. Or some mix between the two.

Two and a half sips of beer doesn’t even qualify as tipsy, and yet, here he is. Cuddling into Billy’s side like he’s mistaken him for Carol-shaped. Or, hell, even Steve-shaped.

“You’re gonna leave if you get up,” Tommy murmurs.

Billy fiddles with the bottle. Glances at Steve, who shrugs and nods.

“One and done, right?” he says.

And, sure, Billy’s been turning in for the night a little early lately, but it’s not because he’s a buzzkill. It’s because he’s been having to cover for Munson at work and drive Max to school. And.

He’s a fucking buzzkill.

Billy shrugs out of Tommy’s hold and instead drapes his arm around his shoulders, allowing for the brunet to curl closer.

“Keep the beers comin’ and I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

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