#sugardaddy!steveharrington

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IDHTMA - 1/5

Hawkins is getting colder and Steve cant help but notice Billy is still wearing that dumb denim jacket.

-1.2k words

-It’s been in my car for weeks just take it, it doesn’t have to mean anything-

!WARNINGS! Swearing, Reference to past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler!

After the upside down incident, Hawkins was getting colder. The frost dancing on the grass in the mornings had turned to ice and soon would turn to snow, yet Steve couldn’t help but notice, Hargrove is still wearing that dumb denim jacket and he wants to do something. Despite the fact that Billy is the reason that he will probably never be able to breathe through his nose properly ever again. So here he is, in JC Penney buying an overpriced, soft, bomber jacket, the largest size in hopes of it fitting.

“Who are you buying this for again?” Dustin asked through a mouthful of hotdog,

“No one,” Steve muttered swiping his card, “and don’t talk to me with your mouth full, it’s disgusting.”

“Do you want your receipt?” the Cashier asked glancing over Steve’s still slightly beaten up face. The question caused Steve’s head to spin with questions and doubts. Will he want to return it? Will he not like it? What if he burns it or something? He might. If he returns it though, he'll atleast get the cash and it’s the thought that counts anyway, isn’t it?

“Steve?” Dustin burst through his thoughts, waving his hotdog on a stick in front Steve's nose,

“Yeah, just throw it in the bag,” he thanked the lady and dragged Dustin out of the store, “I don’t understand how you eat it anyway. They’re  greasy and are probably blocking your arteries as we speak,” Dustin just rolled his eyes and took another bite as they got on the escalator and started heading towards the parking lot,

“Why did you buy me it if you’re so worried about my health?”

“I just want to make sure that you’re eating, even if it's a,” Steve paused looking over with judgement in his eyes, “a hotdog on a stick.”

“Well since you are wasting money and blocking my arteries with my $2 hotdog on a stick, who is worth a $70 jacket? Because I don’t know anyone that you think is worth that much.” Dustin said trying to make his obvious snooping sound casual and sarcastic,

“Don’t take that tone with me, I’m just making sure that you are eating and cared for. If all you will eat is a hotdog on a stick, I’m happy that it’s something,” he paused seemingly in deep thought, “anyway that jacket is going to someone who needs it.” Dustin put his hands in the air,

“Okay, no need to get defensive,”

“I’m not defensive,” Steve said, “This is your stop, get out of my car.”

“That was the most defensive, not defensive tone I have ever heard.” Dustin dead panned getting out of the car,

“Say hi to your mom for me and call me if something happens!” Steve called after him as he walked up the path. The Henderson’s front door closed after Dustin waved, Steve looked over to the JC Penney bag in the passenger footwell and threw it into the back. Then the BMW’s lights pulled from drive. 

Three weeks later the jacket was still in Steve's trunk and the cold was coming in quick with a Blizzard warning for that night. The news echoed in Billy’s ears as he desperately tried to start his car, turning the key again and again and then, the battery died. Billy Hargrove was stranded on the coldest night of the year at the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere. 

“Fucking piece of shit car!” He yelled hitting his steering wheel, the cold was seeping in, with no heating and no lights he was left in the darkness. He was regreting just wearing his denim jacket and a crop top, “Fuck.” He muttered, his watch read 1:13 am and he couldn’t even walk anywhere because of the holes in the bottom of his hightops. At one point he must of passed out in the camaro as he woke up to knocking on the passenger and lights flooding in from the back window. He looked up through tired eyes to see Steve Harrington peering back at him, he cracked his neck and opened the door. Stepping out into the snow, the water seeps in through is shoes and the uncomfortable coldness enters his bones.

"Hey man, you need a ride?" Harrington asked concerned as Billy lights a cig and leans against his car nonchalantly as if he wasn't stranded.

"What are you doing out on a night like this pretty boy?" Billy exhaled smoke into the night and partially into Steves face and then did that dumb tongue waggle thing,

"Just driving," he shrugged before pulling his fancy coat closer to his body, "do you need a ride or not?"

After a moment, Billy dropped his cig into the snow, "fuck it, why not?" He started heading towards Steve's BMW, undoubtedly bought by his daddy dearest. Billy opens the door and the heat hits him. He didn't realise how fucking freezing he acctually was and sunk into the warmth of the car.

"Do you want a thicker jacket?" Steve questioned,

"Are you offering your coat, always a gentleman, Harrington," Billy laughed, with an empty smile that didn't quite reach his eyes,

"No dipshit, I have a spare one," Steve reached into the back and pulled the Jcpenney bag from behind the passenger seat,

"New?" Billy said opening the bag, "tags on it aswell, do you just really hate this coat?"

"I just don't wear it, put it on and stop shivering in my car or shiver somewhere else," Steve winced at his own words, 'smooth, Steve, real smooth.' More concerned about Billy totally rejecting it than putting the car into drive, watching Billy remove his cold denim jacket from the corner of his eye.

Putting the jacket on it fit Billy perfectly and was so, so thick, and warm. "There is no way this is yours, it's way too big," Steve watched as Billy zipped it up and nestled into the fluffy collar. Steve finally put the car into drive and pulled out and onto the snowy road.

"I'm taller than you, dumbass,"

"By like, what? An inch? And I'm much more muscular than you are,"

"Its been in my car for weeks just take it, it doesn't have to mean anything,"

Hargrove was about to make an attempt to keep up the bickering though the drowsiness was evident in his face, Steve just turned the radio up and kept driving with a knowing look on his face.

The next day Billy pulled up to school wearing his new expensive jacket and nodded at Steve as he walked by, no shove, no comment about Steve's ex-rulership but a polite nod that Steve returned while on his way to his locker with Nancy and Jonathan,

"What was that?" Nancy questioned,

"What was what?" Steve responded while pulling a textbook from his locker,

"That," she gestured, "you and Hargrove,"

"Nothing," Steve desperately tried to shrug her off, and leave until Jonathan decided to pipe up,

"Are you two friends or something now?"

"Freinds?" Nancy's jaw dropped as if it was impossible, "you cannot be friends with him Steve, he hurt you so badly in october, he beat you unconscious, you two cannot be friends."

"And you haven't hurt me Nancy?" Steve snapped, slamming his locker and practically hissing "or do you not remember the bullshit." Before heading straight for class without a glance back.

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