#harringrove oneshot?

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i bet on losing dogs - steve harrington x billy hargrove

Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

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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.

[accio-motivation]

'I'm not a queer', Steve thinks when Billy pushes his cock all the way inside.

He's not a queer because before he met Billy he has not even kissed another guy and he has always enjoyed having sex with girls. Right now he's just experimenting, it's nothing serious. And he can still say that he didn't like it afterwards.

Afterwards.

After Billy made him moan like a pornstar and beg for his cock like a cheap whore.

But Steve doesn't like it.

Doesn't like the way Billy's grinning down at him right now, all smug and hot, sweaty curls sticking to his forehead.

He looks like an angel and Steve doesn't like it, so he grabs him by the nape of his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. Just so he doesn't have to see Billy like this anymore.

Because Steve's not a queer.

He doesn't like it when Billy hits that one spot inside of him, that makes his eyes roll back in his head. He doesn't like that the feeling of being stretched open on Billy's cock makes him squirm and whine because he feels so full. So complete.

But he hates Billy, actually.

Hates him so much that he's leaving ugly red scratch marks on his tanned back, that will look absolutely terrible tomorrow morning when he has to go back to the public pool.

Hates him so much that he's burying his fingernails in the flesh of Billy's hips which will surely leave half-moon shaped marks. Because he wants to keep Billy close. Wants his dick even deeper inside of him. Wants Billy to fuck him harder.

And Billy does.

He presses one more kiss to Steve's open mouth before he straightens his back. He grabs Steve's thighs, spreads his legs even wider and increases the pace of his thrusts. Steve moans, in protests of course, and grabs the bedsheets with both hands, because Billy fucks like an animal and Steve thinks he's going to pass out.

He doesn't like it when Billy calls him his 'good boy'. Doesn't like how warm it makes him feel. Doesn't like it when Billy tells him how pretty he looks right now. How well he's taking his cock. How perfect he is for him.

Steve's going to come like that.

Billy hasn't even touched his dick yet but he's going to come. Can feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

He reaches out and puts a hand on Billy's left pec. He lets his hand travel down to Billy's toned stomach where he can feel his muscles working under the warm skin.

Steve's not into guys but Billy keeps hitting that one spot perfectly and fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!!

He moans Billy's name.

Says a few things he's not proud of. Does a few things he's going to regret for the rest of his life.

And when he comes, it's hot and loud and intense.

It makes Billy groan. Makes him slam his cock so deep inside, Steve thinks he can feel it in his throat. And then he feels something warm filling him up and it makes his already spent cock twitch.

Steve doesn't like it when Billy pulls out and he suddenly feels a kind of emptiness he has never felt before.

He doesn't like the feeling of cum dripping down his thighs. Billy's cum.

Billy.

He flops down on the bed next to Steve. Breathing heavily. One arm covering half of his face.

He looks as tired as Steve feels.

Steve isn't a queer and he doesn't like Billy but he doesn't say anything when Billy's drifting off to sleep in his bed. Doesn't wake him up. Doesn't kick him out.

He grabs the blanket to cover both of their naked bodies. Has to move closer to Billy, so they both fit, he tells himself. So close that his head is resting on Billy's chest.

Billy's heart's beating fast. Like he ran a marathon. Steve wonders if his own heart is beating as rapidly when Billy carefully puts an arm around him, keeping him close.

He doesn't really care because he doesn't like Billy. And he doesn't like guys. Not in that way, at least.

And maybe that's alright.

He doesn't have to be queer to enjoy another person's warmth. Doesn't have to be queer to like being held. Doesn't have to be queer to like the feeling of Billy's soft cock against his thigh.

Okay, maybe he's a little queer.

Just a bit.

Just for Billy.

[loveswrites]

Alive Poly Harringrove x reader

Poly! Billy x Reader x Steve

Time it took me: Probably around 4 hours while watching a movie and cooking dinner.

Word Count: 1614

I wrote this for me but I wanted to post it so here you go my loves! <3

"I don't want you to go." Billy said firmly.

"Wait what? You need me, you can't win this without me! Eleven can't win without me. She's not strong enough." You said, shaking your head.

"No you're not going!" Billy yelled, making you jump.

"Billy, you know she's right.. We need her, El can't do this without her." Steve said, running his hands through his hair. His eyes were slightly glossy and red. 

There was a new force of evil running through the veins of Hawkins. It was stronger than anything you've ever fought before. El has lost multiple times to it and so have you. The group has started to call it Vecna. You've had dreams about it, you've had visions about it. You've seen each and every outcome of this battle. 

You've seen them fail. 

Win.

Die. 

You've seen you lose Yourself and everyone you love and care about. 

Billy.. Steve.. El.. Max.. everyone. That was your power. The gang Nicknamed you the fortune Teller or fortune cookie. You can see the future of everything and everyone. Every decision they make you can see their life path and purpose switch. Rather the ending is good or bad you can see it all. But you can’t necessarily tell them what happens or you lose sight of that person's path of life.

When you and El escaped from the lab you both were frightened to death. Both were scared of getting caught and taken back to Dr Brenner. You two were his favorites. And from your visions you knew he would stop at nothing to get you both back until he was dead. His ending was always the same. So much that you stopped looking for a different ending.

 He chose his life.

 And he chose his path.

You were a year older than El. You knew a lot more about life than she did. Only things from your vision though. You still knew very little. But that didn't stop you from immediately having a crush on Steve when you first saw him. You liked everything about him. From his big head of hair to his try hard charm. He liked you as well but he felt like the age gap was too much. Though you already knew that you saw the vision. You would always tell him small things about his future that you were sure would happen just to freak him out. 

Anytime Steve would talk about a girl or having another crush you'd always shrug it off and say "I don't know why you're so pressed about it, we're all gonna end up together anyways. You just have to wait for Billy" Each time he and everyone else would ask "Who's Billy?" "What are you talking about??" They all questioned you until Billy came into town a few months later.

When Mike,Lucas and Dustin came fussing about MadMax all you could do was smile. when they asked you why you said "Billy's here." They would tease you about having an imaginary boyfriend until they saw that Billy was MadMax's brother. 

"That's impossible." Lucas said.

"It's like she's a wizard! No guys hear me out-" Dustin yelled in excitement.

"No, that's crazy!" Mike screeched.

That was until you met Billy. He was busy yelling at Steve about something you can't remember about what. You walked into the room and when his eyes landed on you his eyes softened and his voice lower. The rest of the gang was there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of them.

"Hello Billy." You said softly, smiling at him.

"Do I know you pretty girl?" He questioned softly, frowning his eyebrows.

"You feel that flutter in your chest? It's a sign that you already know me Billy. You've felt it for a couple of days haven't you?" You said walking closer to him. As you did Steve backed up a little from Billy's grip.

"How did you know that?" He whispered tilting his head.

"You shouldn't fight with Steve like that. We'll be together, all three of us. I wouldn't want any fighting when I'm around. It's a headache." You finally made your way to Billy. Bringing your hand up to his check you tucked his hair behind his ear. To which he leaned his head into your hold. 

"Who are you?" He questioned.

"You already know."

Approximately 2 months later from that day You, Steve and Billy started dating.  It was very bumpy in the beginning. Steve and Billy fought a lot no matter if it was about you or not. But you always were the only one to be able to break them up and for them to just kiss and make up like big boys. 

Everyone was shocked when you three started dating besides El. She knew your visions were always real. Soon after everyone did too. Whenever you didn't want to do something and you were adamant about not going somewhere. They all knew something bad would happen so they all would just stick with you. The group has grown to trust your judgment. To the point they would ask you pointless questions about their day to day life.

"Can I go to the grocery store?" Joyce asked, holding onto her purse looking at you. 

"Yeah? Why wouldn't you be able to?” You questioned.

“Just checking.” Joyce said, walking away with a soft smile.

“Is this going to be a good brush for my hair or am I just wasting my time?” Steve asked, holding up a brush for you to see.

“Your hair will tangle up easier.” You said as Billy tightened his hold on your waist.

“Damn it.” Steve said, walking to put the brush down.

“Is Mike ever going to pay me back?” Lucas said, running up to you panting out of breath.

“Most likely not.” You said shrugging, flipping the page of the magazine you were holding.

“I told you! I knew it!” Lucas yelled to Mike.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She doesn’t know what I’m gonna do in the future!” Mike screeched out.

“Like hell she does!” Dustin yelled out.

“You’ll die! I can’t let that happen.” Billy said, shaking his head. 

He started to pace the room. A sign that you’ve learned that he does when he's scared or nervous. You're sure he's feeling all of those things right now. Billy is way more protective over you than Steve is. Steve will be protective over you till a certain extent. Billy will protect you to his death. He refuses to let anyone hurt you. Even himself. 

“Way to throw good vibes in the air.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“I’m not fucking around right now Harrington!” Billy said pushing Steve a little too hard to your liking.

“Billy, I will be fine. But I can’t sit around and watch you all die knowing I could have tried.” You said without even thinking.

“All of us?” Robin questioned.

“Oh great. Just great! She’s confirmed our death and you guys still want to go?!” Eddie said, jumping up from the sofa. 

“We’re gonna die..” Nancy said, looking down.

“I- It’s a path but it’s not the only one! Billy I have to go or else it will be the only path. As much as you love me I can’t let that happen. I would never be the same. They’re my family.” You said keeping eye contact with Billy. His eyes were facing the ground. His eyes kept moving like they were searching for something but you know it was his attempts to keep his tears in. 

“I- I..” Billy struggled to say. You walked closer to him with your head tilted a little.

“Billy, I have to go.”

“I can’t lose you. You're all I have. I can’t live a life without you.” Billy said lowly. His voice cracked a little but you heard him perfectly fine.

“You won’t lose me. I promise. And I’m not all you have.. You have Steve.” You said promising and in attempts to make him feel better.

Billy let out a bitter laugh.

“We fight like dogs.” He huffed out.

“Because you love each other just as much as you both love me. Just in your own ways.” You said softly grabbing his billy lifting it up slightly so you could see better. Wiping his tears you kissed his lips softly. 

“We're going to be okay. I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Billy and Steve said at the same time making them look at each other as Steve moved closer.

“Pinky promise.” You answered softly, smiling.

Steve kissed your forehead and brung the three of you into a small group hug. You all felt each other relax in each other's hold. With this you saw their life paths change. They’d stick together no matter what happened tonight and that was all you needed. If there was a sacrifice that had to be made, Your two lover boys would have each other's backs to the end.

“So are we still going?” Eddie asked, making you three break away from the group hug.

“Yeah we are.” You said nodding. 

“And are we all going to live?” Erica questioned.

“If that’s what you call it.” You said starting to walk away.

“Wait what?! What do you mean by that?!” Eddie screamed.

“Oh hell.”

“That’s it! We're doomed!” Dustin said.

This would be one hell of a fight and all you knew was One of you was not walking away from it alive. And you would be damned if it was one of them.

There all you have.

And no one was going to take them from you.

[ghostlynimbus]

I did not get around to finishing the next chapter of Holiday At The Harringtons' yet so instead I posted a short pre-harringrove oneshot that I wrote for an anon request a while back

[taleya15]

Warning yall now! Both my one shot, and the next chapter of Swing set boy WILL HAVE SMUT! so if you’re uncomfortable with that, please ignore the one shot, and skip to the provided cut on swing set boy. Thank you, for reading this warning if you did. Love you all <3

[justhere4thevibez]

still on hiatus, but I've been a busy bee! enjoy this continuation of my series recipe box! can be read as a standalone. (also my first real foray into harringrove territory!)

It's Too Cliché

Billy looked up from the stack of mail he was sorting through as Chrissy pitched through the front door of their apartment and threw herself onto the couch next to him.

“I can’t do it,” she moaned. “I can’t fucking do it.”

She rolled over just enough to look up at him with her pitiful blue eyes.

A tornado in a bottle. That was how Billy had always thought of her. Self-contained and beautiful, but if she got shook up just right… fucking watch out. And right now she looked all kinds of shook up.

He set aside the rest of the mail. Ads and bills, nothing that couldn’t be looked at later. Nothing to the ticking time bomb that was a percolating Chrissy.

“Can’t do what?” he asked lazily.

“He—he loves me,” she said, covering her eyes. “He said so. And I can’t—I can’t—”

She shook her head and launched herself off the couch to pace back and forth across the fluffy pink rug she’d insisted they needed to brighten up the apartment. Billy hated it with a burning passion, but it certainly was bright.

“You can’t say it back.”

[muttzguttz]

^to read this on wattpad^

Drive In

steve and billy go to the drive-in, but billy gets bored and now steve can't focus on the movie. wonder why?

word count: 1173

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steve couldn't believe it.

he couldn't believe that he agreed to go out with billy hargrove again. so there he was in the passenger seat of billy's camaro, watching back to the future at the drive-in theater.

they had been "seeing" each other for a while now, if that's what you want to call it. friends with benefits, except minus the friend part. secretly meeting up in the boys locker room, steve's house when his dad wasn't home, basically anywhere billy felt like it. steve had no clue where and how these hook ups started, but he had no plan on ending them either. billy had him wrapped around his finger.

steve had already seen back to the future once when he and robin snuck into the theater and watched it after their shift ended, but he just couldn't say no to that pretty face of billy's. he wasn't all that interested in watching it again, in fact, he could barely pay attention the first time. steve leaned his head back against the car seat and looked over at billy, who noticed almost immediately.

"what? not like the movie?" billy asked as he sat the bag of popcorn he had in his hands on the dashboard.

"wha- no, no, no it's not that, i just-" steve stumbled over his words, not wanting to tell the truth, but billy cut him off.

"don't worry, i'm a little bored too," billy grinned and reached his hand over to rest on steve's lower thigh, just above his knee. steve looked down at his hand and his face grew hot, but he quickly turned away before billy could see the red in his cheeks. this happened quite often, but he would never let billy know he made him blush or steve would never hear the end of it.

"just watch the movie man," steve tried to keep his cool. billy just chuckled and turned back to looking at the movie screen through the windshield.

only a few minutes had passed before billy slid his hand further up the denim of steve's jeans, firmly grasping the middle of his thigh. billy glided his palm up until it stopped right below his crotch, rubbing the inside of his thigh with his thumb. it wasn't long until steve could feel his pants tighten.

billy's hand found its way to steve's growing erection, squeezing lightly and drawing a gasp out of him. then he began palming steve through his pants, who started to squirm under his touch.

"hey, hey! what're you doing?" steve spat out in a whisper, gently grabbing ahold of billy's wrist. "we're in public!"

"it doesn't look like you're complaining stevie," billy said mockingly as he motioned down to steve's hard dick with his eyes, giving it another squeeze.

"billy, i-" he looked around from his opened window at all the other cars and then back to billy. "i can hear the people next to us chewing their popcorn!"

billy chuckled to himself, then leaned forward bc and rolled all of the windows up in the camaro. he looked back at harrington with a smug smile. "quick fix, babe."

steve didn't even have time to speak before billy's hands were back on him. with no hesitation, steve's pants were unzipped and he was pulled out of his boxers. the amount of precum he was dripping was almost embarrassing, but he didn't care. all steve cared about was billy's lips on his dick.

he grabbed billy by the back of the neck and smashed their lips together. more warmth traveled to his crotch when billy's tongue glided against his bottom lip, then sucking it in between his teeth. he pumped steve's cock with his fist, whose groans were muffled in billy's mouth.

billy pulled back from the kiss with a lustful grin to look at steve, who was breathless. he rearranged himself to lean across the middle console and put his face above steve's lap. then billy's lips were on steve's throbbing dick. a rush of tingling sensation exploded through his body as billy's hot tongue licked a slow stripe from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the tip.

steve let out a deep moan as billy took his cock into his mouth. first he only swirled his tongue around the tip, then sucking it. billy pulled back, making an audible pop as steve's dick sprung out of his mouth, before completely engulfing it almost entirely.

the warmth was so good it was almost overwhelming. steve reached to grab a fistful of curls and bucked his hips up into billy's mouth. as he bobbed his head up and down, billy made eye contact into steve's brown eyes.

so hot, steve thought. eye contact almost made him bust immediately, but there was no way he was going to give billy that kind of satisfaction.

steve's grip on billy's blonde curls tightened as he pushed his head further into his hips. this caused billy to gently scrape his teeth against his dick. it was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that almost pushed him over the edge, causing steve to let out a whine.

billy wrapped his hand around the base of steve's cock and continued to bob his head, sucking his cheeks in to create suction.

"fuck," steve bit his lip and groaned, "yeah, just like that."

he was so, so close.

billy kept going, speeding up his hand movements and sucking a little harder.

it was too good, steve couldn't take it anymore. he tugged on billy's curls as he came into his mouth with hot spurts. steve's whole body tightened and his eyes rolled back while this euphoric feeling overcame him.

"bill- ah," steve moaned, shaking with pleasure.

billy slowly pulled his dick out of his mouth, saliva and steve's sticky cum dripping off the tip of his tongue.

he looked up at the beautiful mess he made of steve; face flushed and panting heavily with his mouth open. billy grinned and kissed steve, letting him get a taste of how good he is.

with one hand zipping his pants back up, billy used the other to caress steve's face and tuck his hair behind his face. he leaned in and whispered in steve's ear, billy's raspy voice and hot breath making him shiver.

"fuck the rest of the movie. how about we take this back to your house?"

steve agreed almost too eagerly.

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hiii baes

i hope you guys enjoyed this little addition to this. not proofread so my apologies for any mistakes (this was also pretty rushed so my bad lol)

once again, comment any ideas or requests!!

tysm for reading, ily guys<33 mwah

-B<3

[sadhours]

harringrove oneshots

* indicates smut

gay fight club*

[camaro-and-smokes]

The Letter

Rating: Mature Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Additional Tags: Harringrove, Heavy Angst, I mean seriously heavy, Mentions of Death

Notes: This is my 9th and final entry to the @harringroveson-bingo 2022-2023 square A1: What could've been. NOTE! This fic has an overall theme that some might find disturbing. If you choose to read, make sure you have tissues. Because I cried my eyes off when I wrote this.

Summary: The fact that the letter needed to be written in the first place was the worst.

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Billy,

Steve looked at the name on the paper. How it smudged when his tear fell on the ink that hadn’t yet dried in full. He let out a frustrated scream and crushed the paper, chucking it onto the floor with other crumbled papers that covered the big part of the room’s floor.

He leaned onto the table and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, and took a deep breath to keep himself from crying again. The sleeves and the hem of his shirt were soaked because he had run out of tissues a long time ago. But he couldn’t leave the house to buy more before he got his feelings on a paper.

It was the only way he knew to tackle the bottomless hurt that was his life now after a long agonizing time—and yet, all too soon.

He wanted the letter to be perfect, but it felt like every start had something wrong from the get go.

But everything was wrong now. Him having to write the letter in the first place was the worst.

His head hurt, his eyes hurt, and his heart ached. If ever, now he knew that heart could indeed break. Because his had.

And nothing would ever make it better.

He was angry at Billy for leaving. For going away. For hurting him like no one else ever could. Shattering his heart into a thousand pieces. It could never be put together again the way it had been.

Maybe he should’ve told Billy that his leaving would make him a shadow of his former self. Maybe it would’ve made all the difference. Maybe Billy would’ve stayed if he had.

But Billy probably had known that even without him saying the words.

Steve knew it was useless, all this anger. But he was at a point he would’ve done anything to have Billy back. If it would make a difference, he would travel on the other side of the world to find him. He would give his left kidney, if it changed everything. His life, even.

The things he would do just to see Billy one more time, to have him in his arms, just once more. Just one more touch, one more kiss.

People told him he would find someone new. That he would get over Billy.

As if it was that simple. How do you get over someone who made you the person you are? Someone you wanted to make happy every moment of every day? Someone who made you happy just by existing?

Why would you ever want to get over something like that?

He sat back down, and took another paper in front of him, and started writing.

Billy… You broke me into a thousand pieces. My life halted that moment on that couch when you left. I’m still there, sitting, still unable to breathe, just waiting for you to come back into my arms.

I’ve never hurt more, and I wish you could feel how much. I know it’s not fair to think like that. But you took everything from me. I was left with nothing, and now I don’t know how I’m supposed to live.

Because you were my everything.

There’s so much we should’ve done instead of what we did. We used to bicker about such useless things and moped in different rooms.

We should’ve taken that trip to Hawaii you always wanted. I don’t know why I always said no. Just a long weekend. Two days off from work. I could’ve done that. Or the grass in the backyard that always burned in the summer when there wasn’t enough rain. I should’ve just changed it into a plastic one and you would've had green grass all year long.

Or we should've had that baby you so much wanted, with a surrogate mother. Then I’d at least have them to remind me of you. Someone looking like you. Maybe even being a little like you.

So many things you wanted, and I denied them from you. And now I see I denied them also from myself.

What could have been if in all those moments I would’ve just listened instead and agreed to what you wanted? And then just kissed everything better.

Yes, we should’ve kissed so much more. And made love. Even though I loved your mind, it was never a secret that I adored your body. I don’t think I can ever touch anyone the way I did you.

I don’t think I will ever even want to.

I wish I’d known how to fix everything. How to fix whatever was causing it all, quietly eating you from the inside until it was too late to stop it.

But I know these what ifs are useless. You’re beyond of point of no return. You’re not coming back. The fucking cancer took you from me.

I loved you so much. More than I realized even myself until now when I can no longer tell you.

I just wish that when my words weren’t enough to tell you how much I loved you, my deeds spoke for themselves, even if they weren't always perfect, and that all of them together said everything you needed to hear.

Billy, you will forever be my first and my last, my alpha and my omega, my everything.

Now my only wish is that when it’s my time to join you, you’ll be at the gates, waiting.

Your ever loving husband, Steve

[doodles-dearest]

day 6 for @harringroveweek and i decided to do an angsty oneshot this time :)

warning its uh. its pretty dark. bit of gore but its mostly implied. 930 words, enjoy :)

"C'mere before I hurt."

The words echoed through his ears repeatedly, melodically, a simple rhythm repeating, thudding, drilling into Steve's skull.

It'd been days now, days of that phrase circling his mind, he was unable to get away from it.

And for days he knew the voice was familiar, knew he'd met who the voice belonged to.

He shot up in bed at three in the morning, it finally clicked who it was.

Billy.

Before he knew it he was outside, running, running to Billy's grave. He didn't know why. He didn't even remember putting on clothes or going outside. All he knew was he had to go to Billy.

He saw the grave, dusty and grimy; he didn't remember it looking so aged before. He then noticed the vines, those certainly weren't there before, and the gravestone looked almost raised, as if the vines were holding it up higher. Steve squinted– yes, yes that's exactly what they were doing. He went to kneel in front of it for a closer look, only to step back when he noticed how hollow the ground felt. It was like the soil from all but the top layer had been removed, almost like an air bubble.

The vines began to twitch like tentacles, raising the stone higher, all the way out of the ground, bits of dirt and soil sticking to their slimy wet surface.

"What the hell?" Steve muttered, trudging back before realising that that was as far as he could go. His body wouldn't allow him to leave.

The earth air bubble started to convulse, straining upwards; something or someone was trying to burst out.

Steve reached for his walkie talkie, praying someone would be awake for him to call, but realised with anguish that he'd forgotten it at home, in its place was his nail bat. Why the hell did he think to bring his nail bat but not his damn walkie?

That's when it burst out.

A demogorgon, dirt and mud splattered onto it, screeching and roaring with its teeth sharp as nails, dripping thick saliva as it reared its head into the air.

Then it stopped.

Its petals folded in, revealing not a demogorgon face, but Billy's.

Billy panted and bent over, dry heaving and cursing due to the pain.

Steve watched in horror.

Billy was alive. And he was a demogorgon. Does that really mean he was alive? It couldn't, surely. The demogorgon was alive, sure, but Billy himself? No chance.

He didn't get chance to think of anything more, as he was distracted by Billy (the demogorgon? Billygorgon? Demobilly? Billy would do for now.) grabbing him by the shoulders.

"You heard." He whispered with shock. "It worked, you heard, you heard me."

Steve managed a startled squeak in return, he didn't have chance to ask how the hell Billy communicated with him. A dead man walking stood before him.

"And the nail bat… God you're an angel Stevie, you know that?"

"Stevie–" Steve repeated. It was funny how one simple nickname shot him back to the past, back to before it all went wrong. Back to the nights getting egregiously high together, back to the shared microwave dinners, the movie nights they insisted weren't dates but would always end in hesitant kisses and warm hugs as they fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Billy caught the way Steve's eyes glazed over in reminiscence.

"Steve… Fuck. Fuck I'm so sorry for what I'm making you do but I'm… I'm not me. Not really, and I really won't be in however long it takes for me to stop fighting this... thing."

"What– what do you mean?" Steve managed to splutter out, his brain still jumbled.

"Vecna… He… He turned me into a thing before he died, I don't–"

"Demogorgon."

Billy smiled, and Steve wished so badly he could kiss him, kiss those beautiful lips and feel Billy's warmth again.

"Look at you." He said. "Still so fucking smart, even if you think you're not."

"Billy, I–"

"Stop, don't… don't call me that. It'll make it more difficult for you."

"Make what more difficult?"

Billy looked down at his nail bat.

Steve's eyes widened at the implication. "No. No way."

"You have to. If you don't I'll hurt everyone, I'll hurt you, I'll hurt… I'll hurt Max." His voice broke as he said his sister's name, full of regret for all he did to her in life.

"C'mere before I hurt." It made sense now. Billy wanted Steve to kill him before he ended up slaughtering the entire town.

"Why can't you just hold out on it, fight against the urges?" Steve knew he couldn't, he was stalling. He was not going to kill his boyfriend.

"You know I can't do that long term, Steve, I've only got so long until all I become is a demogorgon with human skin on it."

Steve looked into his eyes, those icy blue eyes that could keep him still and calm for so long way back when. He'd seen those eyes cry, seen them bruised, seen them full of love and fear, but now… Now they were mostly empty, empty other than pure, pure fear. Billy didn't want to hurt anyone again.

Demogorgon Billy was so alike to normal Billy despite his insistence they weren't the same. His cadence in his speech, his posture, his big calloused hands, the fear in his eyes, the way he could draw Steve in with the sweetest of smiles.

He screamed the same too, as Steve's bat hit him;

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A rhythmic pattern, hitting in melodies of 6 beats.

"C'mere before I hurt."

[prettybillycore]

here is my masterlist continued. I bring this to you at 4:08am. I'm sorry/you're welcome, whichever you feel fits.

✮ shelock bbc ✮ 〈 sherlock holmes 〉 insult to injury ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 jim moriarty 〉 a very ordinary crush ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen world ender ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen ✦ part one discontinued

✮ detroit: become human ✮ 〈 connor | rk800 〉 spirits in my head and they won't go ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ✦ chapter one discontinued

✮ marvel cinematic universe ✮ 〈 bucky barnes 〉 backpacks and blue eyes ✦ x oc ✦ rating: gen ✦ prologue discontinued

〈 peter parker 〉 soul searching ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen ✦ prologue ✦ chapter one ✦ chapter two ✦ chapter three ✦ chapter four ✦ chapter five ✦ chapter six ✦ chapter seven discontinued

✮ criminal minds ✮ 〈 spencer reid 〉 spencer squared ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ✦ chapter one discontinued

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 dean winchester 〉 most wanted ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ✦ chapter one ✦ chapter two ✦ chapter three ✦ chapter four ✦ chapter five ✦ chapter six ✦ chapter seven ✦ chapter eight ✦ chapter nine ✦ chapter ten discontinued 〈 castiel 〉 jealous little angel ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ✦ part one ✦ part two ✦ part three discontinued

prettybillycore’s masterlist 2024

my fics are also on ao3 (the links below are mostly to corresponding tumblr posts, but a few posts weren't reachable so they are ao3 links). I probably will not be adding my super old fics to this list, but all the new content I write and some of my favorite older fics will be here. Anything that you are looking for that is not here, just check my ao3 for! I hope you enjoy your stay <3

✮ symbol key ✮ 〈 ♡ 〉 fan favorite || 〈 ❤ 〉 author favorite

✮ peaky blinders ✮

〈 thomas shelby 〉 ❤  for tommy  ✦ x original character ✦ rating: teen  ✦ prologue | Your sister, Edith Lillian ✦ letter #1 | Yours, Thomas Shelby ✦ ONE ✦ letter #2 | All My Love, Lilli Scamander ✦ letter #3 | Sincerely, Your Peaky Blinder ✦ TWO

✮ stranger things ✮

〈 billy hargrove 〉 shot through the heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen  ✦ ch. 1 you never shut up about steve ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen  you are not a burden, billy hargrove ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ finally safe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen  out of love ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen ♡ ❤ you're gorgeous, doll ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen cigarettes and strawberries ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen not such a stranger ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen with me around, you're always safe ✦ x gn!reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 steve harrington 〉 broken hearted for halloween; and every holiday after ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen all I want (for christmas) is you ✦ x oc ✦ rating: teen robin the matchmaker ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen feels like home ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen free ice cream hour ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen  every part of you ✦ x reader ✦ rating teen

〈 polycules 〉 we love you just the way you are ✦ rating: gen ✦ harringrove x reader stranger things have happened in hawkins ✦ harringroveson x reader ✦ part one  ✦ part two ✦ part three ✦ part four (final) we can all be a little less lonely ✦ harringrove x reader ✦ part one  ❤ ✦ part two (mature)

✮ detroit: become human ✮

〈 connor | rk800 〉 please don't die again ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen were ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen don’t date vampires ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ marvel cinematic universe ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 how you met the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the moment they realize they have feelings for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen first date with the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 bucky barnes 〉 ♡ ❤ doll, I'm yours ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen long term effects of the blip ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 steve rogers 〉 dating captain american while being a SHIELD agent would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen being tony stark's sister and crushing on captain america would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 loki 〉 nightmares ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen mistakes were made ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen untrustworthy x reader ✦ rating: teen mistletoe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen i can't believe you just said that ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen what the avengers think of you dating loki ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating loki while being tony's sister would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 peter parker 〉 falling down ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen dating peter parker would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker asking you to homecoming would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker crushing on you while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating peter parker while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ criminal minds ✮

〈 spencer reid 〉 in love with forensics and the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen coffee, british accents, and jealousy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen little gibbs is dating the genius  ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen cuddles ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen golden heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen too old for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen it's a boy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen they probably won't like me ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen charm bracelet ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 sam winchester 〉  welcome to the family ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 dean winchester 〉  what was grandpa like? ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen tell me i'm lying ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the handgun in the '54 chevy bel air ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 castiel 〉 will be here for you  ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 jack kline 〉 help me out ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 destiel 〉 unlucky love ✦ character x character ✦ rating: gen

✮ anime ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 opposing sides ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys as your older brother ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has ezcema ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who is bullied ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has depression ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys helping with an unaccepting parent ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys comforting their s/o with a rough home life ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 kageyama tobio 〉 ❤ king of the court and queen of the rink ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 sugawara koushi 〉 ❤ on top of the world ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 nishinoya yu 〉 music to my ears ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen always here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 hinata shouyo 〉 perfection is the ace ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen hinata with an s/o that is slightly taller than him ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

[heuhuewaves]

i'm a fiend, and you're all i need

billy hargrove x steve harrington summary: the tremendous lows and bittersweet feelings of billy and steve's senior year content warnings: violence, smut, death word count: 1k this was heavily inspired by @ickypuppi3 's harringrove oneshot! please check it here out im obsessed!

Billy ends up moving to Hawkins around the summer of 85’. At that point he hated Neil for not letting him stay in California. What did the divorce have to do with him anyway? In any world Billy would have rather stayed with his mother.

3 months later, school started. Same shit, different town.  He only had to last nine months before he got his diploma and escaped back to San Diego. That was until he met him.

Steve wasn’t hard to miss. The entirety of Hawkins High basically worshiped the ground he walked on. If you didn’t wanna be Steve, you definitely wanted to be with him. None of this phased Billy though.

Basketball season came and with it Billy made the team. He played basketball back in California so making the team was a no brainer for him. Steve wasn’t fond of the new addition. It wasn’t long before the boys on the team began to hop on Steve’s case.

“Looks like King Steve has some competition.”

“Hargrove might have you beat Steve.”

Bullshit.

Steve wasn’t gonna let anybody see him as a pushover. Who the fuck was Billy to him anyway? Certainly not someone who was gonna come in and try to make him look like a bitch.

The next day they exchanged currency in the form of fists. Steve added a dark color to Billy’s right eye and earned himself a shade of crimson running down the bottom of his face. Courtesy of his nose.

A month and a half later, Steve was giving Billy a blowjob in the locker room showers after everyone left. It didn’t really make sense to Steve or Billy. Neither of them had been with another guy before

So how did it feel so good to steve? 

A few weeks later, Billy repaid the favor by pounding Steve into the mattress. Of course nothing could prepare Steve for the pure girth of Billy’s cock. He only had experience with his fingers. Neither of them were entirely sober either. 

A month or so passed with no contact. Steve was avoiding Hargrove like the plague. As if he wasn’t the one who wasn’t breaking him in the month before. Billy is all for confrontation so that’s exactly what he did. 

After practice is when he went for it. Of course they were the only 2 left in the locker room at the time. When weren’t they at this point?

“You’ve been ignoring me, why?” Was all Billy asked.

Steve slammed his locker shut. The blonde immediately got the vibe that he didn’t wanna talk about this at all. Especially not where they were at. 

“You should already know Billy.” Steve responded.

“No, I want you to tell me.” Billy demanded as he got closer to the brunette. At this point Steve was clenching his fists. This just wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t somebody who did that type of thing with other guys.

“We both know this isn’t right. We aren’t supposed to do this-” Steve paused as he saw the expression on the other boy’s face change. It was a look that was telling him to say what he actually wanted to say. “We aren’t supposed to fuck. I’m not a faggot. Maybe you should leave me alone and stop trying to be one.” 

That’s all it took for Billy to lay a punch that landed directly on the right side of Steve’s face. He could’ve kept going and he really wanted to. But there was no point. No amount of pouches would change the fact that Steve was right. They could never do what they really wanted to do. Especially not in the shithole of Indiana. 

So Billy left Steve there, rubbing his cheek in irritation as he grabbed his bag and left the gym.

The rest of senior year went as uneventful as the months before their confrontation had gone. Neither of the boys interacted with each other. The rest of basketball season went on with awkward glances and brief conversations about what play they were about to do during the game.

Then after that went, nothing. Radio silence and more awkward glances in passing. Many nights Billy would dream of a different reality where this was all fake. He was still in California and found a man who wasn’t ashamed of him. Somebody who wasn’t hesitant to be with him and didn’t care what other people thought.

All those recurring dreams only encouraged Billy to get out of Hawkins faster. 

7 months had gone by with no contact. Graduation came and went, where everyone went their separate ways. Steve couldn’t have predicted that he would have been fighting a monster in the mall where he worked at. Or that Billy would’ve been possessed by said monster. 

Everybody dies. Steve knew that. He just didn’t expect Billy’s death to tear him to pieces.

6 more months passed and Steve had gained a habit of visiting Billy’s grave. He brought fresh flowers every time he went. Steve liked to think that Billy was hearing him every time he sat at his grave and spoke to him. Confessing things he’d never told anybody else, reminiscing on the ‘what ifs’ , and telling him his future plans. 

Without Billy, Steve couldn’t think of a purpose for him to be Hawkins anymore. 

From that day forward he swore to himself that he would pack his shit and settle down in California. That was the only remnant of Billy he had left.

The Beginning of the following year was the last time Steve spoke to Billy’s grave.

“You remind me of the waves dude.” Steve said as he placed a bouquet of roses by the headstone. “I promise I’ll spend as much time on the beach as I can so you don’t ever feel lonely.” 

Steve planted a kiss on the headstone before treading through the melting snow and back to his car, where he drove off with California dreams.

[glitteredbubbles]

Here’s a masterlist of every fic I’ve written just to have everything in one place! I’ve been writing and posting on ao3 for almost 3 years now, totaling in me writing over 320k words across 8 fics, so I thought it’d be fun to go over all of them kind of retrospectively! It’ll be in order of release, so oldest to most recent :)

Fics I’ve written:

To Boil a Wildflower: the very first fic I ever wrote, and I have such a soft spot for it! It’s for the IT fandom, specifically Reddie, and it’s basically my take on how I imagined what the Loser’s last summer together before senior year would be like. But I also made Richie obsessed with making wildflower tea and added probably way too much angst; anyway, I love my OCs in this, Angie and Walt :) it ended up being 58k words and 5 chapters long.

That’s Where We Disagree: this is a fem!Reddie oneshot I based off of my own tragic lesbian experience, so it may be the saddest thing I’ve ever written. It’s basically how I imagined things would go for Richie if Eddie got a boyfriend senior year (with a hefty amount of religious trauma incorporated because of course). It ended up being 9.2k words with only one chapter!

Spit the Blood Back: this is where it gets insane lmao. So this is specifically for Riddlebat in The Batman (2022), and the way this fic came to be is that I had an insane idea that I jokingly told my friends about, to which they insisted that I should actually write a fic for because the concept was too good to pass up. And since I figured nobody else would do it, I ended up writing a fic where the Riddler has to take up sex work in order to get the funds for his vengeance plan in the movie and is hired by his arch enemy Bruce Wayne. Insane in retrospect, but it was my first time writing for a different fandom and a fun exercise! It was a oneshot, so it ended up being 14.4k words with only one chapter.

Your Revolution is a Deathbed: of course I had to finish the ambiguous ending I gave to my Riddlebat prostitution fic, so that’s how this one was born. I had gotten enough comments asking for a continuation to inspire me to write more, so I ended up altering the film’s plot with their new relationship in mind. Still very angsty and insane, but arguably less so since it’s basically the movie with established relationship Riddlebat haha. It ended up being 13.8k words with only one chapter!

Static From My Better Sense: this was the multi-chapter fic I was working on while I did all of those previous one shots! I wanted to write an enemies to lovers Reddie fic, so that’s how this work came to be! I thought it’d be fun to make Richie the new kid that Eddie hates so much that he rants to his walkie-talkie about it since none of the Losers understand his perspective. Both of them are such assholes in this and I love them for it. This fic took me over a year to finish, and it ended up being 63.5k words with 5 chapters!

Short-Flamed: this fic is for the Stranger Things fandom, specifically Harringrove, and it was born because I had a phase where I read a TON of Steve x Billy fics purely because I loved the angst. I wanted to try my hand at it since I thought a character study of Billy would be super interesting, but sadly it is incomplete since I’ve lost my inspiration for it. I have a good portion of the second chapter written, I would just need to think of how to end it and get motivation for it again; who knows, maybe I will someday. As of right now, it’s incomplete at 9.9k words with only one chapter.

Let Me Wallow in Your Afterglow: my most successful (and also longest) fic to date by a long shot! It’s my first fic in the DPS fandom, specifically Anderperry. Basically, it’s my take on what would have happened if the last 30 minutes of the movie didn’t happen and if Neil made it to senior year! I really liked the idea of Neil and Todd’s relationship naturally blossoming if they had more time, so that’s why I wrote this. I also incorporated a lot of poetry, Keating’s lessons, and playwriting on Neil’s part since I basically wanted it to function as its own canon or a continuation of the movie. I spent basically all year writing this fic, so all of the attention and love it’s gotten has been so incredible! I’m still contemplating adding an epilogue chapter, so we’ll see. As of right now, though, it is 125.9k words with 7 chapters!

I Read You for Some Kind of Poem: the fic I’m currently working on and my second Anderperry work! The concept is if Neil didn’t kill himself and followed through with military and medical school while Todd went on to become a famous poet, and then the two of them run into each other about twenty years later. It’s actually a repurposed Reddie fic idea I had, the poet part and all, so it’s really funny how perfect it worked for Anderperry. Even though it’s not finished, it’s shaping up to be the saddest thing I’ve ever written lmao; maybe I’m silently fighting for the title of the saddest Anderperry fic, who knows? Anyway, as of right now, it is 25.7k words with 2 chapters!

[ghostlynimbus]

for the guessing game, water?

ooh I'm spoiled for choice with this one. turns out it shows up in a lot of my wips

The most recent one I've worked on is an unnamed harringrove fic (why do i have so many half finished one shots? xD)

The water is fucking freezing, and it stops Billy’s hand in it’s tracks. He glances at the shower controls and sees that they’re turned up as hot as they go. How long has Harrington been in here? Billy wonders.

If anyone wants to send me a word or play the game the info is here.

[taleya15]

The beach

By Taleya. V

I don’t remember why exactly I was being dragged into bringing Max to the beach. But here I was driving to the beach with Max happily hopping next to me. “So, who’s all going to this shit?” She thinks for a moment. “Well Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas, Ari, and I think Steve.” I roll my eyes, but don’t comment on how I’m basically being forced into hanging out with Steve the whole time. “You have everything right shitbird?” Max nods, “yep! I made sure I promise.” I nod, but don’t talk about anything else and just turn my music up.

A few minutes later we’re pulling up to the beach. Max immediately jumps out and I grab our bag, while she’s rushing to find her friends. I roll my eyes again but follow her. I’m dressed in a simple wife beater and swim trunks. While Max is in a one peace with shorts on top. Once she finds her friends I’m putting a towel and our bag on the sand close by and laying down to tan, not caring about her friends or socializing. But of course my signal of “fuck off” aren’t heard and Steve Harrington is coming towards me. I roll my eyes under sun glasses.

“What’s up pretty boy?” Steve immediately sits down next to me and starts up a conversation, like we’ve been best friends forever. “Nothing much. How are you, Hargrove?” I grimaced slightly at my last name but answered casually. “I’m as alright as I can be Harrington.” He nods his head and lays down next to me. I turn my head to look at him fully, and try to ignore how I’m forcing my eyes to stay on his eyes. Or his dumb hair instead of traveling lower, like they wanted to. “What are you doing here anyway Harrington?” He shrugs his shoulders, “same as you evidently Hargrove.” I knock my head slightly, and he turns so he’s looking at the sky.

We don’t say anything for a while, and for a moment just a moment, I let my eyes scan over his body. He’s in a similar fashion as me simple swim trunks but he’s shirtless. I don’t stop the comment from escaping my mouth then. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything but a polo, or a basketball T shirt Harrington.” A face of amusement go’s over him, before it turns into something different. Something darker, a look I’ve only seen once before this. “Yeah? Maybe we need to hang out more often then.” His tone is teasing and something close to flirting. I laugh at him too try to ignore the flush of my cheeks.

“Trust me pretty boy, you don’t want that.” He seems taken aback for a moment before asking “Why?” I playfully roll my eyes, even though I know he can’t see it and turn my head towards the sky as well. “I’m not friend material princess.” He doesn’t want to give up on this conversation, for some reason. “What about more than friend material?” I almost choke on my own spit before I answer him. “What?” He sits up, and his tone immediately turns playful. “Hmm?” I sit up as well “Steve.” He glances at me before smirking, he then immediately yells out. “Dustin, Mike, Will, Lucas! Get your asses over here, sunscreen!”

All of them are playing in them water before they groan out. “Steve!” “No! I don’t care, I’m not getting my ass chewed out again by your moms, especially you Wheeler get your asses over here!” “Steve, I’m black I don’t burn.” I chuckle at Sinclair’s aditude while Steve doesn’t seem phased in the slightest. “I don’t care if you’re fucking yellow Sinclair, get your ass over here.”

Max laughing immediately reminds me of exactly why I’m here. I’m babysitting her. Again. “Hey shitbird! You to come here!” Max immediately groans out as well. “Me? Why me?” she asks as she’s coming closer to me. “Because you’re the most likely to burn out all these shit birds. It’d be funny but I’m not taking the blame for it.” I throw the sunscreen from the bag at her and she rolls her eyes but puts it on.

She throws the thing back at me after she’s done. “Thank you shitbird.” “Uh huh. Why aren’t you putting any on Billy?” “Because I can stand the sun for a few hours, before I burn to death.” Max immediately pouts and gives me an unimpressed look. “I’ll do it the next time, ok?” “Promise?” “I promise.” “Thank you dickhead.” I nod my head and she runs away with her friends. Me and Steve don’t say anything to each other the rest of the time there. I didn’t know what to say to him, and I don’t think he knew what to say to me either.

I don’t see him again till practice on Monday. That’s when I figure “fuck it, why not?” I’m testing him to his limits today on the court I know I am, but he keeps up amazing as always. Then that’s when wheeler shows up. God dammit! She’s going to completely ruin my plans! She makes Steve leave the game to talk. I’m trying desperately not to pay attention to how much time they spend out there. But when Harrington does come back, he’s not sad or lovesick like I expected him to be.

No, he’s pissed off. Now that emotion I know I can work with. I let him do his thing for a few minutes, then I’m right back on him. I’m trying to steal the ball from him right now. “You alright pretty boy? You seem a little flustered.” I’m not trying necessarily to grind my hips forward, on him or anything. But let’s just say, if it happens it happens. “Yeah, I’m fine Hargrove. Just play the dumb game alright?” I smirk but listen, immediately I steal the ball and go for a trick shot. I pass the ball through my legs, and score. There’s applause as I just won for our team. I flex a tiny bit then head to the locker room with the rest of my team.

I don’t exactly remember where the time went from then, to now where I’m currently alone in the locker room with Steve Harrington. I want to say something but I don’t know what. “What did Wheeler want Harrington? Did she dump you again?” I’m not trying to sound like an ass when I say that, it just comes out like that. Steve immediately rolls his eyes and slams his locker open. “No Hargrove. Why do you even care anyway?” “I don’t.” “Then why are you asking?” He turns and faces me fully while I’m still seated on the bench. “I-I don’t know.” Steve rolls his eyes again and begins to take his towel off.

My instinct to look away is there, it exists but I’m not really listening to it. I take a small glance to his ass, which is covered in small moles going up his back. He’s a little bit smaller than me, but he’s taller. I don’t realize how long my “glance” has gone on until he calls me out on it. “Like what you see or something Hargrove?” I shrug my shoulders, and immediately my flirty voice comes out. “It’s not bad baby.” I point vaguely in the direction of his ass, and he blushes instantly. “Awww. What do you like that?” I don’t know what I expect, maybe for him to punch me or something. But he doesn’t instead he just nods.

I go on auto pilot for a second as I stand up and walk the few steps over to him. He’s turned facing me again, and that look is back. I’ve figured out it’s his ‘I want something’ look. I smirk before leaning down slightly and kissing up his neck to his jaw. He doesn’t say much to this but he doesn’t exactly seem like he wants to stop. Instead he just undoes my towel, grabs my dick and starts stroking it. “Oh fuck.” I bite into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder before I return the favor back to him. Just like the rest of his body my dick is thicker, but his is longer. He whimpers into my ear and I swear I’ve never heard a sound so pretty.

I glance down at our dick’s and immediately I almost cum. But I just focus my attention on his tip instead. His cock is pale white, with a pink tip. It’s kinda pretty. Just like the rest of him, just pretty. “Fuck. Faster Billy please.” Hearing my first name roll of his lips is intoxicating enough. But hearing him beg? Fucking hell. I can’t help but give in to his request. Immediately there’s a shift in his tone, he’s louder and whiner. “There you go baby fuck good boy fuck.” I don’t know what I was expecting his response to be, but him moaning and biting my shoulder before he cums all over my hand, wasn’t it.

Before I can even process or start to pull away, or even slow down. He’s kneeling in front of my dick and taking it in his mouth. “Oh fuck baby. Shit!” I start biting my lip to stop the moans or groans of pleasure from spilling out. In a blur of moments he’s bobbing his head up and down on me while I’m biting hard on my lip. Sooner rather than later my head is rolling back, as I’m cumming down his throat. Steve immediately slows himself down a little, before completely coming off my dick. I notice he swallows and I almost blush. We stay there for a moment breathlessly and unsure about our next actions. After a little bit I gently help him to stand again and we clean ourselves up.

As we’re putting on clothes I just have to ask the question. “So what does this mean pretty boy?” He blushes and looks down, smiling gently before he answers me. “I mean I don’t do hookups or causal Billy. So if you want this I need to hear you say it.” I nod my head, and before I can pussy out I ask him something I’ve been secretly dying to ask him. “Will you be my boyfriend then?” He somehow smiles even bigger as he finishes pulling down his shirt. “I’d love to.” I smile and gently peck his lips, after buttoning the last button on my shirt leaving it less than halfway done.

We stand when we’re fully clothed and don’t look like we just fucked in the locker room. I gently hold his hand as we walk to the parking lot. “So what did Wheeler actually want today then?” Steve rolls his eyes before answering. “To say Mike got burned again at the beach so I’m not allowed to go over there for a while.” “That’s so stupid.” “Definitely.” We reach our cars, and I give him one last kiss before driving off to go “home.” Wow. What just happened?

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: Atalia_Gold! @ataliagold has 77 fics on Ao3 in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag.

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @ataliagold:

My, My, Those Eyes Like Fire

Keep My Hand In Yours

I Can Wait For You At The Bottom

Oh Darling, Please Be Mine

The Wreckage Of You I No Longer Reside In

"Atalia_Gold has written fics I just go back and read over and over again. I love the way they write the characters and all the very different universes and situations they end up in. One of my favorite authors of all time!" -- Anonymous

Below the cut, @ataliagold answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I love the pairing so much. Steve is my favourite character ever, I loved him since series 1, but I never had anyone to ship him with until series 4 as Harringrove just wasn’t for me, so when Eddie came along I just thought wow they’re so perfect together.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Hurt/comfort, sick/injured Steve and Eddie doing the comforting/caretaking is my absolute favourite, but there’s a lot of stuff I love to read.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Same as the above, I love Steve so much but I love to hurt him haha. (So long as there’s a happy ending!)

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

You’re Divine by Oonionchiver. I love so many of their fics, but this one consumed my soul and was a big contributor to me wanting to write my own fics. A close second would be Take the Money and Run by thisapplepielife - so damn good.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I have a modern AU idea, and I have done one modern AU before but this one will be quite different, the subject matter is much lighter/more humorous and I’m excited to try that - usually a lot of angst slips in even when I try to keep things light so we’ll see how that goes haha. Also planning to throw in the good old one bed trope into that, which I love reading but haven’t written before.

What is your writing process like?

…there is no process haha. I have an idea, usually a scene or a line or just a feeling, and I start writing and see what happens. I don’t plan anything ahead, I don’t write anything down that isn’t literally just the story, I don’t know how long it’ll be etc - I just start writing and see where the characters want to go. I tend to write up a chapter or a oneshot in a day (sometimes two if I’m busy), then think about it overnight, edit the next day, and then post it once I’m ready.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Maybe a couple of little ones - I’m a fan of ironically both run-on sentences and line breaks - can never have enough line breaks for me. I use them a lot to emphasize things or just because they feel right. Run-on sentences I often use to show a character being indecisive/spiraling/emotional just because it sort of reflects that state.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

…neither. I have no schedule, but I also don’t wait until I’ve finished because I’m too impatient, and I find posting chapters as soon as I’m finished quite motivating. I’m a fairly quick writer so I can usually comfortably post a few updates a week.

Which fic are you most proud of?

That’s hard. I guess it would be The Wreckage Of You I No Longer Reside In, because it was the second fic I ever wrote and the first one longer than a small oneshot. I had covid, a lot of free time on my hands, and no idea what I was doing, but people seemed to really like it and I was floored by the response it got. There’s other fics too though, like My, My Those Eyes Like Fire or Keep My Hand In Yours that come close.

How did you get the idea for Oh Darling, Please Be Mine?

This fic happened while I was writing something else that I was struggling with a bit. Oh Darling, Please Be Mine was me returning to writing something familiar, something I felt comfortable with, and I enjoyed that one. I had worked as a vet nurse before and I really wanted to write vet tech Steve and Steddie with kittens.

When writing I Can Wait For You At The Bottom, what was something you didn’t expect?

That some people would comment and tell me it was accurate to their own experiences with depression. That’s one of the heaviest fics I’ve written and it dealt with Steve seriously struggling with his mental health. I was a little worried when writing it that I wasn’t depicting depression accurately - I’ve never been diagnosed with it myself despite definitely struggling with it or something very similar before. So I just wrote from the heart and people seemed to appreciate it, and I’m glad people found it authentic.

What inspired Keep My Hand In Yours?

I’d wanted to do a post-apocalypse fic for a long time. I love that genre so much, I love the idea of these characters being completely stripped down and having to survive in a very difficult world. Also, the title is from the Noah Kahan song Everywhere, Everything, and a lot of those lyrics inspired the fic too, especially the relationship between Steve and Robin.

What was your favorite part to write from Keep My Hand In Yours?

I think the reunion scene between Robin and Steve, or the scenes with Steve and Eddie at the cabin by the lake. I’d had those scenes in my mind for months before even starting to write that fic, and couldn’t wait to get to them.

How do/did you feel writing My, My, Those Eyes Like Fire?

I loved writing that fic. For me it was just such fun to write - I love sword fights/ancient history/that whole…genre. So I really loved writing that one, and it was literally entirely inspired by Joe Keery’s lovely gladiator outfit.

What was the most difficult part of writing The Wreckage Of You I No Longer Reside In?

That one wasn’t difficult, it really flowed. The most difficult part was actually maybe just sharing it - for so long I was terrified of putting my work out there, because I was convinced people would hate it or it wasn’t good enough/nowhere near as good as other authors’ works.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

It’s hard to think of one, there’s so many that are special to me for different reasons, but I think it would have to the be the Steve and Robin reunion scene from Keep My Hand In Yours: In the distance, two figures approached. Steve ran to them, caution thrown aside – he couldn’t make out their faces from here, but he knew one of them was Robin. He’d know her in the dark; would know her even if he were blind and deaf. One of the figures broke away from the other, running for Steve. They met in the middle of a dirt road at the end of the world, Steve scooping his best friend into his arms and dropping to his knees in the dust.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I have five fics ready to go for the Summer Things Fest, they’ll be released anonymously at first and then creators revealed a bit later, so keep an eye out for those later in July! Other than that, my current WIP We Made Universes Out Of Bitten Lips And Broken Hands is nearing the end at the time of writing this - a few more chapters to go and that’ll be complete. I’m away for the whole of July so not starting anything big until I get back, but I have a few ideas brewing, including a modern AU where Eddie and Dustin drag Steve along to New Zealand (where I’m from) to visit Lord of the Rings filming locations, and I’m quite excited to write that later in the year - planning at this stage for it to be upbeat and fun.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just a thank you to anyone who has ever read my fics and dropped kudos or comments, I never expected people to even read my fics let alone enjoy them, so I’m really grateful to everyone who has. There’s some massively talented people here and their fics have helped me in so many ways over the years. And I’m happy to have met some lovely people through writing fics too :)

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