#puhfreakinglease

[manwrre]

bottom billy is very near and dear to my heart but i do need a ficlet where steve has a thing for masked men (that thing involves him wishing that they’d screw him five ways from sunday).

and so, he promptly loses his mind when someone shows up to their campus halloween party dressed as ghostface. i mean, almost drops the lukewarm beer in his hands and gawks at the guy for all of a few seconds.

because of course, they would have the absolute sluttiest take on the costume. he’d have these tight ass leather pants and a shirt that just about clings to every inch of him; stretched taut across the dips and curves of his biceps and the grooves of his chest. and the straps across his upper body would fall right between his pecs and steve would be FOAMING at the mouth.

then, like the cherry on top of a metaphorical cake, the guy pulls his mask back and it’s billy freaking hargrove.

which, steve thinks, is pretty fucked up of the universe to make happen, seeing as he has had the biggest crush on this asshole ever since their first econometrics class together last semester.

so yea, billy’s been the star of a few of steve’s wet dreams but like this, there’s no way he isn’t going back home tonight and jerking it like it’s no one’s business.

or,

maybe not.

because as if sensing eyes on him, billy’s gaze flits over to steve and the blonde gives him this long, sweeping glance from head to toe. and steve knows he looks great in his sailor costume? he’d spent forever looking for the right fit— and then, another half a century fussing over his hair and making himself look painfully kissable.

and hargrove must realize that, if the way his eyes linger on steve’s cherry-tinted lips is appraisal enough.

so yea, maybe there’s a slight possibility of steve getting laid tonight, after all.