#trans!tommy hagan

[billybigbang2024]

We've got one last late promo for the Billy Big Bang and that's for team #13! They'll be posting Winded by LochNessGae / Crusoe with the artwork to be completed by @disterra / disterra through November 19th!

Fic Title: Winded

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters:   Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Tommy Hagan

Additional Tags:  Heavy Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Transphobia, Deeply Closeted/Undercover Characters, Car Chases, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Heavy Drug Mention, Boys Being Boys, Minor Violence, Slurs, Billy Hargrove Is Bad At Feelings, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Tommy Hagan, Trans Tommy Hagan, Idiots In Love, Completely Self Indulgent

Length: 10k-15k

Summary:

March 29th, 1985.

Billy hates thinking about his past, hates when his emotions get too strong to control. He hates the yearly reminder of why he hurts so much even more. His birthday hadn't been something to look forward to in a long time and this year was sure to be no different if not worse, being stuck in Hawkins and all. He's determined to find something to distract himself with, anything really. Tommy Hagan just happened to be in the right place at the right time, that's all.

The guy had a special kind of way to grab his attention, that was for sure.

[everybodyloveseddie]

I love picrew.me and so I made ST characters the way I see them in the fic I'm writing using this one: https://picrew.me/image_maker/626197

Pt 3 - the teenagers 2/2

[steddieunderdogfics]

Now I know that light guided me here by ChristinMKay is also an amazing 4/4 chapter fic for today’s challenge!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54631882

Now I know that light guided me here by ChristinMKay

@transmascsteveharrington

Rating: Explicit

25,431 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Inspired by Ariadne and Dionysus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Alternate Universe - Mythology, Ariadne Steve Harrington, Dionysus Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, Healing, Past Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, Eventual Smut, Trans Eddie Munson, Falling In Love, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Can be read without prior knowledge of the myth, Historical Accuracy, and, Historical Inaccuracy

Summary:

“My lord,” Steve says and shifts onto his knees in an attempt to bow. To be humble. To show his respect. To admit to his own mortal inferiority. He grits his teeth through it. “Shit, my lord, you can cut the formalities, darling,” the god chuckles. “Though I do like seeing you on your knees.” “What should I call you then?” Steve asks. “Your divine presence? Celestial master? Pompous ass?” The god just laughs and glances over his shoulder at his own ass. “Not much there to be considered pompous, I’m afraid,” he says before he turns back to Steve, no trace of the anger that Steve is choking on found in his face. “I like celestial master, has some dramatic flair to it. But Eddie will do just fine.” “God of wine making and pleasure,” Steve says automatically. “Also of orchards and fruit, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy and theater, darling,” Eddie does a little bow himself. “At your service.” or: after helping Tommy slay the minotaur, Steve gets left behind on a small island to die. That's where he meets Eddie, god of wine and pleasure. Steve doesn't like gods, but this one is different. This one might help him heal from all his trauma, guilt, and broken heart.

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[steddiebang2024]

Serendipity  |  Explicit  |  50k

Author: unhingedchaos69 | ao3 | tumblr

Artist: hawkinsleather | ao3 | tumblr

Beta Reader: kaynosaur

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Billy Hargrove/Heather Holloway, Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Tina/Patrick McKinney, Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth, Heather Holloway/Unnamed Freak, Benny Hammond/Wayne Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Heather Holloway, Billy Hargrove, Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan, Tina (Stranger Things), Patrick McKinney, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Robin Buckley, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Dustin Henderson, Benny Hammond, Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson's Mother, Steve Harrington's Parents, Original Female Character(s), Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things)

Tags: ftm eddie munson, mtf stevie harrington - Freeform, T4T Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Love is Blind AU, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trans Stevie Harrington, Trans Eddie Munson, Nurse Stevie Harrington, Elementary Art Teacher Eddie Munson, Idiots in Love, Guaranteed happy ending, t4t, Pregnant Eddie Munson, drumcheer

Trigger Warnings: No Warnings Apply

↳ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!

Jeff, Gareth, and Freak secretly sign Eddie up for Love Is Blind. At first, he's super pessimistic about the whole thing (I mean, come on, who falls in love THAT fast?), but they all tell him it'd be fun, and at the very least they could promote their band. Stevie, however, is over optimistic about finding the love of her life, and while Robin thinks the whole thing is a bunch of BS, she supports her best friend (and damn near sister) regardless. Stevie is all the guys' first choice (and who could blame them), but Eddie? He was so unexpectedly head over heels for her after just one date. And being the dramatic man that he is, he wasn't afraid to let her know. Their love blossoms and, within the week, they're engaged—sight totally unseen—but will they make it down the aisle?

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

change your mind

by helix_stomper

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Previous Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson & Nancy Wheeler Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Tommy Hagan, Billy Hargrove, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Tammy Thompson, Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things), The Party (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, season 2 vibes, Dreamscapes, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), Fluff and Angst, Falling In Love, Sharing a Bed, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Underage Drinking, Eventual Smut, Homophobic Language, Homophobia, One-sided Background Attractions, Drug Dealing, Drug Dealer Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Drama, Bullying, loosely inspired by cinderella stories, All Triggers are Tagged, steddiebang2023, Autistic Eddie Munson, Trans Gareth (if you squint), Babysitter Steve Harrington, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Smoking, Mike Wheeler is a Little Shit, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's Bisexual Awakening, Billy Hargrove is His Own Warning, Platonic Stobin, platonic edancy, rebel robin references, Eddie Munson is a Mess, Hand Jobs, Grinding, #tammythompsondefensesquad, Guns, Breaking and Entering, Grumpy Jim "Chief" Hopper, pen violence, Nancy Wheeler Knows Everything, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Steve Harrington is a Swiftie, Slow Dancing, Rimming, 69 (Sex Position), Mutual Pining, Outing, mentions of domestic violence, One-Sided Attraction, Concussions, ronance crumbs Words: 223,370 Chapters: 17/17

Summary

After his breakup with Nancy, Steve Harrington keeps it a secret that he hasn’t made an effort to meet his soulmate. When he accidentally wakes up next to them a few days after his 18th birthday, he’s surprised to find that it’s not only another guy, but somebody else in Hawkins. Between losing all his old friends, learning how not to be an asshole, and balancing his newfound sexuality in a closed-minded town, Steve has his work cut out for him. Eddie Munson doesn’t believe in soulmates, but that doesn’t stop him from waiting in the dreamscape every night for his. Balancing life as an openly queer, drug-dealing super senior in Hawkins, Indiana is no cakewalk, especially with Billy Hargrove on his ass. But maybe, just maybe, there’s something to that whole soulmate thing after all. Project # 217 for the Steddie BigBang (2023)

[emchant3d]

Short stommy nsfw 🧵 trans Steve, mean Steve, written with @inflomora-art ! (originally on my twitter here) TW: queer used as a slur.

Steve telling Tommy "you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" and Tommy being torn between being furious and pathetic enough to agree because he hopes that might actually give him a chance.

Tommy's the kind of guy to cry when he gets frustrated, and Steve laughs at him, calls him a crybaby - tells him crybabies don't get to fuck him, but if he eats Steve's pussy well enough maybe he'll reconsider.

And sweet little pathetic Tommy, he's certainly enthusiastic, but is he any good? Absolutely not. Poor thing, he's shit at giving head and Steve isn't shy telling him so.

He ends up grabbing Tommy's hair, rolling his eyes and grinding against his face while Tommy whines and cries and mumbles "sorry, 'm sorry," against him.

He doesn't touch Tommy, laughs when he sees the way he humps against the bed, says he's like a desperate fucking dog getting off on whatever he can. "Dirty little mutt," he moans, and Tommy cries as he comes in his jeans. 

Tommy's completely humiliated, gasping and shaky, but he still thinks it's worth it because while his nose is bruised, Steve still came on his face. 

Steve absolutely tortures him about it after, walks by Tommy at school and whispers "woof" in his ear and walks away as if he didn't say anything. 

Tommy asks for another chance and Steve laughs right in his face, asks "why, so you can slobber all over me again, Mutt?" Tommy pops the world's most embarrassing boner but doesn't refute it. 

But no - Steve doesn't let him have it again, and Tommy thinks about it for years, long after they aren't friends anymore. 

And one day after they've all graduated and moved on with life he's giving Munson shit, the freak, the queer, and Harrington shows up with a nail bat over his shoulder, and Tommy's speechless. 

"You really wanna be calling people queer, Hagan?" Steve asks, dry and cold, a threat that promises to out both Tommy and himself in a heartbeat if Tommy makes a wrong move, and Tommy's teeth click with how hard he slams his mouth closed. 

Steve smirks at him, as sharp as Tommy remembers, tells him "good puppy," condescending and mean, and Tommy can't tamp down the jealousy he feels as Steve turns, slips his hand into Munson's back pocket, and walks away from Tommy - just like he always has. 

[steddierecs]

dancing in the dark by Atleastwritingisfun

Word count: 32,892 (ongoing) / 5/12 Rating: M

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Murray Bauman/Wayne Munson

Characters: Jeff (Stranger Things), Gareth (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Claudia Henderson, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Will Byers, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Steve Harrington's Parents

Tags: Genderqueer Steve Harrington, Genderqueer Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Gender Identity, Gender Exploration, Forced Comphet and Gender Conformity Exploration, Everyone Has Bad Parents, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Falls First but Eddie Munson Falls Harder, Eddie 'if my girl is mad at me i'll kill myself' Munson, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Bartender/Lounge Singer AU, bar au, Drag Queens, drag culture, Everyone is some shade of queer, Steve Harrington Has a Gender Crisis, Billy Hargrove as a plot device rather than a fully developed person, Tommy Hagan mentions but only when he's being the worst, Same for Carol Perkins, Trans Murray Bauman, Frottage, First Time Bottoming, Nipple Play, First Time Topping, Bottoming from the Top, Emotional Sex, Queer Families

Summary:

Steve Harrington finally scrapped through high school graduation, a life shackled to a desk at The Harrington Firm lined up for him. He’d get the job, marry the girl, pop out six kids and die in the town he was born in.

Except he doesn’t do that.

Steve Harrington runs away from home less than 24 hours after graduation to the big city of Indianapolis. With few options ahead of him, Steve takes the first job that falls on his path; a new lounge singer at The Hellfire Club, a bar owned by one Wayne Munson and his strangely charming nephew Eddie Munson. As Steve starts to leave his Harrington roots behind, he might find that things are growing elsewhere, and there are revelations he’s not ready to unpack.

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Project #122 of the Steddie Big Bang

[dirtytransmasc]

imagine Steve spoiling his friends/partners/etc. with his shitty excuse for a father's money. cause gift giving is totally one of his love languages, I will die on this hill.

now apply this to any of these scenerios (this is all on top of the general but utmost spoiling):

little!Billy - getting him all the nicest toys, being able to make him his own safe room, taking care of his little ones every wish.

trans!Billy (transfem, transmasc, gender fluid, etc. this works for any of them). getting transfem Billie cute little dresses and lingerie, any makeup she eyes in the store, the finest jewelry, helping her get any cosmetics or hormones she desires, spoiling her absolutely rotten. filling gender fluid! Billy's closet with whatever they want. paying for transmasc! Billy's top surgery and T.

trans!Tommy - similar to billy, paying for his medical care, buying him all the clothes he wants, packers too (his boy deserves the best).

puppy!Tommy - getting him his first hood and tail, getting him a pretty leather collar and harness.

kinky!Eddie - getting him the best toys (for him to use in that was a typo but I'm leaving it there lmao Steve later), the finest sheets, the cutest lingerie (again, normally for Steve to wear and for Eddie to enjoy). he makes sure to splurge on the nicest rope and doesn't cheap out in the new headboard.

~SFW AND PLATONIC FROM HERE ON~

Chrissy - going grocery and clothes shopping with Chrissy, helping her ignore all the sizes and nutrition values. making sure she gets everything she wants, and never feels ashamed for it. getting her flowers when she goes out of her comfort zone on something.

the kids - taking the kids to the arcade and giving them like 20 bucks each and letting them run wild. getting max the best skateboard/skate gear for her birthday. getting the kids stuff for their campaign's. helping upgrade the schools av club material. giving Erica, max, and El money to go to the mall (had it not been destroyed or linked to evil Russians)

Robin - splurging in robins safe foods so he always had some in him or at his house. buying her whatever fidgets and expensive but insanely comfortable clothes. buys her new books/instruments/writing materials/etc. (I hc her as very creative. she likes to read and write poetry, write and play music and songs, she loves to read in general). he finacially (Nancy deals with the paperwork and legal aspects) helps her copyright and publish her own books, stories, music, and poetry.

Nancy - she takes her combat/gun skills seriously even after the upside down and he invests in her classes/guns/gym membership. helps her start her own press, and doesn't let her give him a free subscription.

shoulders some of the parents (minus the wheelers, cause they suck) bills here and there when they let him. he normally finds ways to do it indirectly so they don't realize it.

Jonathan - he buys him new cameras here and there, spots him for the good weed when argyles not around. (pretty neutral on stonathan, so that's why he's down here)

tell me he wouldn't.

[magniloquent-raven]

Could a I get trans!Tommy x Billy fic where Billy finds out Tommy is trans and he's freaking out but Billy just reassures him and comforts him until one thing leads to another and they end up having sex?

this ended up 1) a college au for some reason, 2) t4t because i started writing billy as trans without even thinkin about it at first lmao and 3) MUCH longer than i thought it would be, holy shit

i hope all that's okay & i really hope u enjoy ur fic 💕💕💕

~tag list ppl just in case yall are interested even tho its a ship ive never written before? @growup-thatbeautiful @spreckle @prettyboy-like-you ~

[read on ao3]

**

“Carol broke up with me again,” Tommy says, words slurred by the alcohol in his system and muffled by his forearm squished against his cheek. He blinks up at Billy from where he’s half-laying on the peeling cover of his algebra text book. They didn’t bother clearing the homework from his desk before dumping three six-packs and a plastic bag stuffed with snack food on top of the mess. 

He’s usually a fun drunk, Billy wouldn’t have brought beer if he’d known it was gonna go like this. 

But of course it’s because of Carol. It’s always because of Carol. Except that one time it was because of a phonecall with his mother that he refused to talk about, even after the tequila loosened his lips enough to have him waxing poetic about his ex-bff with a wistful look in his eye. 

“Again?” Billy leans back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. He’s got one booted foot propped on the edge of Tommy’s roommate’s bed. “This is the third time in four months, man. Is your dick too small to keep her satisfied, or what.”

He’s supposed to push back. That’s how this works. He’s supposed to bristle and sit up and defend himself, because he has some fucking pride. And before he knows it he’ll be too busy exchanging barbs with Billy to think about how miserable he is about the breakup. 

He’s not supposed to turn his head, hiding his face in his folded arms, and mumble, “Something like that…” all morose and self-pitying. 

Because no one comes to Billy for this shit. To be vulnerable. To talk about feelings and have an honest heart-to-heart and a shoulder to cry on and all that crap people want when they’re going through a real break-up. He can put on a good face when girls come sniffing around for a rebound lay. The girls who got screwed over by their white-bread boyfriends and want to pretend they’re over it by getting fingerbanged in a public bathroom by some bad boy who won’t call them after. But fake sympathy and an uncanny ability to deflect questions about why he doesn’t want his touch reciprocated did not prepare him for…whatever is happening right now.

“Y’know there’s other ways to fuck a girl, right,” Billy says from behind his beer. There’s not much left and it’s still not making this conversation any easier.

Tommy groans, burrowing deeper into his sleeves. “I know.”

“Hm.”

“S’complicated.”

“Not if you know what you’re looking—wait. The break-up. Right. Look, you want my advice? Move on. Live a little. You came halfway across the country to, what, stay leashed to the same pussy you’ve been getting since you were twelve? Who the fuck does that.”

“Dunno.”

Billy blows out a slow breath, then downs the rest of his beer. He drops the empty can on Tommy’s desk and watches it rock, tip, and fall over. It rolls, wobbling through drying condensation rings and chip crumbs ‘til it hits Tommy’s elbow, coming to a stop next to his left ear. He doesn’t move.

The assholes next door are having an obnoxiously loud argument, only slightly muffled through the thin walls. The radio on Tommy’s bedside table warbles through a jingle that keeps cutting in and out. Neither of them speak for a long, awkward moment.   

“...She really did a number on you, huh.”

Tommy sighs. “Nah.” He pauses, then peeks out from the crook of his arm. “Kinda.” He stares at the can nestled up against his arm, looking uncharacteristically contemplative. “Dunno, man, I just want people to stop leaving me.”

Billy’s lungs seize painfully, his whole chest tightening around the jagged edges of a sympathetic twinge, like gripping a shard of glass in his fist, cutting himself open on it. There’s anger dripping from that open wound, familiar and yet foreign in its compassion for Tommy of all people. 

They’ve never been especially close. Billy’s not especially close with anybody, and he always figured hanging around Tommy would make it easy to keep it that way. The guy just gives off a vibe. The small town jock type, only ever wants to talk about tits and booze and whatever stupid, embarrassing gossip he can turn into a joke.

For six months Billy’s been content to do that, to hang out with Tommy drinking beer and pretending to care about the low-cut tanktops their English lit professor favours. It feels good, in a way. Safe. But it was never supposed to be about Tommy himself. He wasn’t supposed to care about him. Caring about people is dangerous. Makes it harder to cut ties if he needs to. Or worse, it means the inevitable rejection if he ever gets outed will actually hurt.

Tommy’s still looking at him, sullen and hazy-eyed. His freckles are just barely visible in the shitty lamplight, his hair is sticking up at odd angles, flattened on one side from laying on his desk. He’s kind of pretty when he’s not being a shithead.

Wait. No. No, no. Absolutely the fuck not. Not going there. 

Billy tries very hard to look like he has no opinions about Tommy’s face. Or his stupid puppy-dog eyes.

He bites his tongue when panic tries to sharpen it. The anxiety bubbling in his gut turns to bile burning his throat, and it’s tempting to lash out, to spit venom like the sour taste in his mouth is anyone’s fault but his, like pushing Tommy away would fix anything. 

He hasn’t seen Max since he moved into his tiny dorm room on campus. Hasn’t spoken to her since his acceptance letter came in months before that. He thought it would make things easier, better for both of them, but now he just gets angry at himself when seeing flashes of red hair makes his heart clench. 

It’s only ever made his life worse, he doesn’t know why he keeps trying it. 

The first time he let a boy fuck him he felt so shitty about it afterwards that he told everyone who would listen that the guy kissed like a dead fish and couldn’t even get his dick hard. It made Billy feel something, when people laughed and said that probably meant he was a fag. Something sickly and awful, but somehow vindicating. 

He caught three meatheads beating the shit out of the boy who took his virginity three weeks after he lied about it never happening. The look on his bloodied face still haunts Billy’s nightmares. 

Billy’s never made anyone’s life better by being in it. He doesn’t know what to say to someone who doesn’t want to be left.

“Yeah, I hear you, amigo,” he says grimly, and regrets it immediately. It’s too personal. Too self-pitying. It’s echoes of when is mom coming home, and a slap ringing in his ears, a phantom ache in his jaw, the taste of salt and iron.   

He keeps his gaze locked on a tiny dent near the top of the unopened beer he reaches for, hoping to occupy his hands, only to be stopped in his tracks when clumsy fingers pat his knuckles. He’s not sure if it’s meant to be a comforting gesture or if Tommy’s just too drunk to keep his hand steady and was trying to grab ahold of him. 

The look on his face is oddly intense, sombre, like stroking the back of Billy’s hand is the most important thing he’s ever done and it’s taking all his concentration to do it. There’s a little pinch between his eyebrows, and a slant to his mouth.

Billy should snatch his hand away, but he lets it happen. Despite his embarrassment it’s kind of nice. 

“I like having you around.”

Well. That might be a bridge too far. Maybe. The tips of his ears feel hot. “Okay, I think you’ve probably had enough to drink tonight, Hagan.”

Tommy scoffs, his nose wrinkling a little.

“Seriously, if you propose to my hand I’m never buying you beer again.” 

“Liar.” 

“Don’t test me.” Billy can’t quite keep the laugh out of his voice.

“Pff.” He pauses, his fingertips coming to rest along the length of Billy’s thumb, pinky finger toying with the ragged edge of his nail. “You like having me around, right?” There’s a desperate edge to the question, a tremble that makes Billy nervous. 

“I—” He chews the inside of his cheek, studying the sad twist pulling at the corner of Tommy’s mouth. “Yeah.” Maybe he’s drunk enough he won’t remember this tomorrow. Maybe that’s why Billy nudges his hand, linking two of their fingers together, a tiny smile tugging at his lips when Tommy gapes at him. “Yeah I do.”

**

Billy’s head pounds when he stirs, rustling unfamiliar sheets, and the light filtering in through crooked blinds makes his eyes ache. At least the cottonmouth isn’t too bad, and his stomach seems to be behaving itself. He’s definitely had worse, much worse. 

There’s a groan across the room. He buries his face into the borrowed pillow tucked under his arm to hide a snicker. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Tommy grumbles. There’s a whoosh of displaced air and a muffled thump. A pillow hitting the carpet. “Shit.”

“Nice aim.”

“Urgh.”

He doesn’t have class today, there’s no rush to be anywhere, but he’s never been good at laying around doing nothing. His first few weeks of adjusting to life free from Neil he tried sleeping in, rebelling against rules he was no longer bound by, but he mostly ended up staring at water-stained ceilings bored out of his mind. He doesn’t bother anymore. The entire life he’s building for himself is a fuck you to Neil, he doesn’t need every little thing to be about him.

He stretches, his shoulder popping loudly in the early-morning quiet, and glances over at the lump of blankets in Tommy’s bed. 

“How’s your head?” Billy asks, not bothering to keep the smirk out of his voice.

Tommy grunts. The outline of his shoulder shifts slightly. 

“That bad, huh.”

Another noncommittal noise. 

Billy rolls his eyes, pushing himself upright and out of bed. His jeans are around here somewhere in the mess, but he doesn’t remember taking them off, and definitely doesn’t remember tossing them…over the half-eaten remains of last night’s pizza. Gross. 

There’s a grease stain on the back of one thigh, but they pass the sniff test.

He’s wiggling them over his hips when Tommy finally sits up. “M’ gonna be sick,” he croaks, and falls out of bed in a tangle of sheets and oversized t-shirt bunched around his midriff. Billy gets a glimpse of soft freckled stomach and a yellowing tanktop before Tommy gives his shirt a hurried tug, smoothing it down with jittery hands. 

He doesn’t look at Billy as he staggers towards the door, steps over discarded gym shorts, catches his toe on the busted folding chair his roommate keeps promising to fix, and finally slips into the hallway, hissing curses under his breath. 

And Billy doesn’t think anything of it. Tommy’s never a ray of sunshine in the morning, and he’s even worse when nursing a hangover. He was focused on getting to the bathroom down the hall before he tossed his cookies all over the floor, he didn’t exactly have time to stop and make small talk. It’s not weird.

But it gets weird. 

Billy waits way too long for him to come back. He tosses back the last of his flat, warm beer. Combs out his curls with his fingers, carefully rearranging them in the mirror propped next to Tommy’s sparse bookshelf. Picks through the crumpled worksheets strewn across the desk. And finally decides to check if Tommy choked on his own vomit. 

Only he’s nowhere to be found.

And, fine, Billy’s not needy or whatever, he can get breakfast on his own. It’s not like they had plans Tommy’s flaking out on, Billy just kinda thought…

It doesn’t matter what he thought. It’s fine.

He goes back to his own dorm. Changes his jeans. Isn’t bothered.

…He’s a little bothered when he sees Tommy later that day and Tommy bugs the fuck out, all but fleeing in the opposite direction. 

Because. Yeah, that’s weird. 

Doubt starts to dig its spindly fingers in, thin and brittle but pointed. 

They both said some shit last night. Which was Tommy’s fucking fault, getting drunk like that when he was in a mood. And he’s the one who kept trying to make it all touchy-feely. 

Christ, he should’ve fucking known Tommy was going to remember, it was stupid to engage with him in the first place. Shit’s awkward now because he’s a fucking sucker and now Tommy knows it. 

Or maybe it’s more than awkward, and Tommy’s straight-up pissed at him. Billy’s stomach curdles at the thought. 

He can’t handle this. Tying himself up in knots because he got the brush-off. Worrying and wondering and chewing his thumbnail ‘til he tastes blood. It’s pathetic. 

Tommy doesn’t have class today either, so Billy checks his dorm first. 

And then he checks the cafeteria. The lot behind the cafeteria where Tommy smokes sometimes. Carol’s dorm—thankfully empty, he doesn’t feel like answering a million questions and then having his answers dissected by her and her friends after he leaves. 

He’s running out of places to look when he spots Tommy next to a payphone in front of the main office. The walkway is empty, it’s just Tommy hunched around the phone, clutching it in both hands and deeply engrossed in his conversation. Enough that he doesn’t seem to notice Billy approaching.

His voice is low, but Billy catches snippets. Carol’s name. “Mamá,” sighed repeatedly, exasperated. He gets more agitated every time he stutters to a halt, apparently cut off. 

“I just thought you should know, okay!” Tommy runs a hand through his hair and rolls his eyes skyward. “No—no, mamá, iba a traerla—yes, I was…”

Billy leans against cold brick, his denim jacket scraping the wall as he crosses his arms, waiting. 

“Ese no es mi problema,” he snaps, glaring at nothing and getting steadily louder. “No. I’m not her precious little neita anymore, she can’t stay in denial forever!”

Oh?

Billy’s ears are ringing. Tommy’s voice is an indistinct buzz.

It could be nothing. A slip of the tongue. Billy’s Spanish getting rusty. It could be Billy reading into things—hoping, like that’s ever gotten him anything but heartbroken—just, seeing things that aren’t there because he wants to be a little less alone. 

But still. He’s never seen Tommy wearing less than two shirts, and he's always been just as averse to the dorm's shared bathroom as Billy is. Sometimes tiny, incidental things will throw him off, but Billy never thought much of it until now. Until he was smacked in the face with the possibility that Tommy could be like him. 

It feels a little unreal, a little like vapor he’s trying to catch with his bare hands, not quite solid but leaving enough droplets of water on his hands that he’s knows there’s something.

Tommy seems to realize he’s shouting, and glances around, worrying his bottom lip. It slips from between his teeth when he locks eyes with Billy and his jaw goes slack. 

Because he’s been trying to avoid Billy all day or because he thinks he might’ve just outed himself?

Either way his posture immediately changes, going rigid, spine straightening, holding himself with enough bravado that it almost hides the way his gaze darts around, nervously scanning the empty sidewalk. Looking for an exit, probably. 

He mumbles a rushed goodbye into the receiver, not waiting for a response before he slams the phone back onto its hook and folds his arms, fists balled in the crooks of his elbows.

“I swear to god, I’ll piss on your pillow if you take off on me again.” Billy pushes away from the building, pointing a threatening finger. 

“I wasn’t—fuckin’—what the hell. Gross.”

“So don’t leave.” The words twinge as they leave his mouth, falling heavier between them than Billy really meant them to. Tommy flinches. Just a little. The tiniest twitch at the corner of his eye. A minute change to the slope of his shoulders. Billy exhales slow through his nose. “What’s the deal, Hagan.”

“Shit,” Tommy mutters, sweeping a hand through his hair and shifting away from Billy with a grimace. “Shit. Look, man, I don’t know what you think you heard, but it’s—I’m not. Y’know what, just forget about it, okay.”

Billy raises an eyebrow. He can feel his heartbeat racing, hammering at the inside of his ribcage. “Forget what exactly,” he says, keeping his voice even. 

He has to know. For sure. He can’t just out himself for a maybe. 

“Don’t play dumb, you’re shitty at it,” Tommy snaps, but there’s a thready quality to it. “I’m not gonna fucking say it. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?”

“I saw the look on your face, man, I’m not stupid. I know what it looks like when someone realizes they’ve been hanging out with a fuckin’ freak.” He jabs a finger at Billy, gesturing in a vague circle around his face. “That. Right before the regret sets in. And you bail. Or worse.” He clenches his teeth, a muscle in his jaw twitching. It’s not quite enough to hide the current of anxiety thrumming through his jerky movements. 

There are things he should say right now. Things he should do. But all he’s getting it static. Fuzz. He’s wildly spinning a dial and getting nothing but snippets of words that he loses in the white noise. 

He’s fucking this up. 

He tongues his cheek. Deliberates. 

“We should take this somewhere else,” he says carefully, pointedly flicking his gaze towards the office building behind them. They might be alone out here, but there’s no guarantee they’ll stay that way. There are people in there. For all he knows there could be someone peeking through the blinds at them right now.

But Tommy just stares at him, incredulous. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

“Would you just—” Billy blows out an irritated breath. The back of his neck is prickling, like he’s being watched. He can’t fucking concentrate. “It’s not what you think.” The scoff he gets in response is not encouraging. “I’m not bailing on you, alright, would you just come with me and let me say my piece?”

If their positions were reversed he knows what he’d do. He wouldn’t risk being alone with someone who just found him out, it’s a stupid fucking thing to do. Anyone who asked him to take that risk would get laughed at and left in the dust. And yet here he is asking Tommy to trust him, like he has any right to do that. 

Promising to stick around doesn’t feel like enough but it’s all he can give right now. He wants it to work so badly it hurts, aches like he’s ripped out a part of himself as an offering. 

Tommy narrows his eyes, looks him up and down, and mutters. “Fine.”

All the air punches out of Billy’s lungs. Maybe he can salvage this.

They walk in stiff silence, a careful six inches apart. Billy’s boots scrape against the pavement. He picks at a scab along the edge of his fingernail, watching Tommy out of the corner of his eye, catching the erratic flash of his hands flitting from place to place, pushing through his hair, adjusting the hem of his shirt. 

His dorm is closer, he steers him in that direction, ignoring Tommy’s suspicious side-eye.

It’ll be fine, he can clear shit up when they get there. It’ll be fine.

Still, guilt squeezes at his insides. 

His dorm room door clicks shut behind them. It’s deafening. 

He has no plan. He probably should have come up with a plan. His palms are sweating and his heart feels like it’s trying to crawl out of his mouth and his throat is so dry he’s not sure he could say anything even if he knew what to say, but…fuck, staring at the ripped corner of his Metallica poster isn’t even remotely productive, he needs to think—

Tommy grips his arm, tight enough to hurt, and tugs him around. His lips are pursed, downturned, and his eyes are bright, intense, flicking across Billy’s face. Billy’s half sure he’s about to get punched—Tommy looks to be working himself up to something—but instead he blinks and Tommy’s gone, Tommy’s…on his knees, clumsy fingers plucking at Billy’s belt buckle. 

“Oh—” Billy sucks in a breath, grabbing Tommy’s wrists. 

Dark eyes glare up at him. “Oh come on, this is what you wanted right? You’re not leaving because you want something. And it’s not gay if I’ve got a pussy, right—”

“Would you shut the fuck up for a second?” Billy says all in an exasperated rush, staring at the ceiling, a little lightheaded. He’s not entirely shocked by the heat that seared through him when he realized what Tommy was trying to do, but he wasn’t prepared for how much he wants him to. And now really isn’t the time to be thinking about using Tommy’s mouth to get off. “Look, I…”

His throat closes up. He still can’t say it.

Slowly, he lowers himself to the floor, sitting on the heels of his boots, his knees brushing Tommy’s. It’s easier to look at him from this angle. Or maybe it’s just because the strange intensity in his gaze has been replaced by confusion. There’s a vulnerable helplessness there that Billy didn’t notice before. Guilt grips him tighter. 

“I told you, it’s not what you think,” he says quietly. 

Before he can lose his nerve—an ignoring all the doubts plaguing him, what if he thinks less of me, what if he’s angry I kept it a secret, what if—Billy hooks his fingers under the hem of his shirt and tugs, pulling it over his head. 

Tommy blinks at him. Opens his mouth. Shuts it again.

He doesn’t stare at Billy’s scars. Billy expected him to stare. Showing him the scars was the whole point. He looks at them, sure, but he doesn’t look for very long. His eyes wander, scanning the entire expanse of tanned skin on display. Lingering on the freckles on Billy’s shoulder. The trail of soft blond hair below his belly button. 

If he was less caught up in feeling feelings that made his insides squirm and his fingers itch he might’ve laughed at how dazed Tommy’s looks. But he’s sure his expression isn’t any better. A hot flush prickles up Billy’s chest as he sits there, just letting Tommy ogle. 

“Uh.” Tommy clears his throat. His cheeks are pink. He hasn’t looked up yet. “So…”

“Yeah.”

“You…”

“Yup.”

“Huh.”

A beat. “I mean you can still blow me if you want, I just figured you’d want to know what you were getting into first.”

That does it. Tommy finally makes eye-contact, his eyebrows creeping up his forehead, a startled, slightly hysterical cackle bubbling out of him. The flush on his cheeks is still there but he looks less like he’s been hit over the head. “Asshole,” he says, unable to entirely keep the smile off his face. 

Billy shrugs, a grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah, but I have it on good authority that you like having me around.”

The light in Tommy’s eyes dims a bit, and for a horrible second Billy thinks he’s fucked up again. Tommy huffs a quiet laugh, breaking eye-contact. “Sorry about that, by the way.” 

“What?”

“Uh. Last night. Being all…” He grimaces, and wiggles his fingers in the air. 

“...Is that why you took off this morning?”

“I…maybe.”

“Jesus Christ,” Billy groans, and punches his shoulder. “You aren’t the only one who hates being left behind y’know.” 

“Oh.” 

You had me worried.

He bites his tongue. It doesn’t need to be said. Tommy’s expression is soft, despite the fact that he’s rubbing his bicep where Billy hit him. 

“You didn’t scare me off,” Billy mutters instead, and winces at his own plaintive tone. But he can’t seem to stop now that he’s started. “You still haven’t. Still like having you around. Y’know, if—if you’re gonna stay.” 

Tommy lets out a quiet breath. A tiny noise in the back of his throat. And then he sways forward, closing the gap between them, and kisses Billy square on the mouth.

He’s not expecting it, is the thing. People are usually pretty unsubtle when they want him, and he can read the signs. He knows when someone’s going to make a move and he can prepare, put himself in whatever headspace he needs to be in to get through it. 

And it’s not like he wasn’t aware that Tommy had been checking him out, but this is…it’s something else. 

Because he was caught unawares he doesn’t have a goddamn plan, so he just reacts, messy and a little desperate in a way he hasn’t been since his first few times getting physical with someone. It would be embarrassing, except for the way Tommy’s breath hitches, and he leans into it. He can’t seem to get close enough where he is, because he shuffles forward on his knees ‘til they’re on either side of Billy’s thighs. 

He hovers there, straddling Billy’s lap, still pressing sloppy kisses to his lips, but doesn’t sit until Billy grabs him around his waist and tugs. 

Tommy lets out a sharp puff of a gasp as he’s pulled closer, it’s warm where it tickles Billy’s moustache, and he finally breaks their kiss to snicker. 

“Fuck off, you surprised me,” Tommy says, the annoyed act falling flat when the words come out breathy and trembling. 

“Mhm,” Billy hums, grinning at Tommy’s complete inability to keep a straight face while he slips his fingers under the seam of Tommy’s waistband, toying with the elastic of his briefs while his palms rest comfortably on his lower back. 

There’s a heat simmering in his gut, coiled low and tight, but the weight in his lap and hesitant fingertips pressed to his stomach feel just as pleasant. It’s…weird. New. Fragile. He’s not quite sure what this is but he wants to hold on to it. 

“So…we’re good, right?” He bites inside of his cheek to ground himself, and stop any more stupid questions from falling out of his face.

“Yeah, I mean—yeah? Pretty sure I’m, uh. Very good right now.” His eyes flicker down. “I was better a second ago though.”

Billy pushes the tip of his tongue between his teeth, feeling very smug when Tommy zeroes in on it. “You sure you’re not mad about earlier?” he lets his voice drop an octave, leaning in just enough to feel Tommy’s breathing quicken. “‘Cause I’ll work real hard to make it up to you if you are.”

“That cheesy porno shit usually work for you?” His tone is light, teasing, threaded with laughter, but his gaze is still heavy on Billy’s mouth, pupils blown and hazy with lust.

“Oh please, like it isn’t getting you going?” Billy dips his hands lower, fingertips pressed lightly into the soft flesh of Tommy’s asscheeks. He isn’t digging in, isn’t pushing, but Tommy shifts closer anyways, ‘til their chests are nearly flush, and they touch, briefly, with each shallow breath. “I bet your briefs are soaked right now.” 

Like his are any better, really. It’s taking all his self-control not to squirm and rub his hard little cock all through the slick mess under him. 

Tommy’s eyes fall shut, and he shudders. Billy feels him quiver. He slides his hands up Billy’s chest, palms skimming his ribs, briefly pausing to trace his scars, and coming to rest just under his collarbone. 

A pause.

And Tommy shoves him. Hard. 

His back hits the carpet, knocking the air out of him in a rush, a wheezing, incredulous laugh. Sparks dance up his spine. The heat in his belly flares. Tommy’s looking down at him like he wants to devour him, and Billy’s more than willing to let it happen.

This time when Tommy goes for the belt buckle, he doesn’t stop him. 

It jingles against the button on his jeans, flopping to the side as Tommy fumbles with his fly, hooks his fingers into worn belt loops, and tugs. His jeans are as much of a pain to take off as they always are, they both grimace and groan as he wiggles out of them, stopping to pull off his boots when they get in the way.

“How the hell do you sleep around so much in these?” Tommy mutters, finally prying Billy’s legs free and chucking his rumpled jeans across the room with an annoyed huff.

Billy snorts. “They don’t usually come off.”

“...Oh.” He feels, suddenly, like maybe he’s said too much. The way Tommy’s eyeing him makes him feel every inch of his bare skin on display. He’d sit up, make himself a little less vulnerable, but Tommy’s shifted positions, straddling his stomach. “Do you just do over the clothes stuff, then, or…”

“Don’t really get touched at all, actually. Easier to avoid getting hate-crimed that way.” He turns his face away, cheek brushing the carpet. 

Tommy nods, running a hand through his hair. “Shit, yeah. It’s…Carol’s the only girl I’ve ever been with, and sometimes she didn’t even wanna. Y’know.”

“Yeah, guys aren’t much better, trust me.”

“I know,” he says ruefully, smiling small. “I think maybe Carol only kept me around as long as she did because she couldn’t find any other guy willing to go down on her that much.” 

“Damn, and she still dumped you? So ungrateful.” 

“Ha, yeah, well. She found someone with a real dick apparently. Said she missed getting fucked properly, or whatever.” 

Billy scoffs, “Ten bucks says she comes crawling back in two weeks when she gets tired of being some prick’s fucktoy.” 

He tenses, regretting the thought the second he has it. Tommy’s gotten back with her every time she’s asked. She snaps her fingers and he’s there, hers again like nothing happened. As much as Billy hates watching it happen every time, he gets it. His track record when it comes to letting the people he loves hurt him isn’t any better. But this time…

Does he have any right to hope it’ll be different now? Probably not. 

Tommy raises his eyebrows, a guarded sort of curiosity behind his mostly blank expression. 

“Don’t take her back,” Billy says, softly, stupid, vulnerable hope cracking him open. He focuses on the feeling of Tommy’s slacks under his palms, warm thighs bracketing his torso. The rough scratch of carpet against his bare back. The smell of his musty dorm room. Anything but the way his stomach twists into knots while he waits to get shot down. “She’ll just break your heart again, man,” he adds, like he can cover his ass and make it look like this isn’t about what he wants at all. 

“And you won’t?” He’s quiet. Serious. There’s a sad twist to his mouth. 

“I—” The silence in the air between them is stifling, heavy in Billy’s lungs as his chest rises and falls. In some fucked up way that feels like an admission. An acknowledgement of…something. The idea that Billy might have the power to break his heart is fucking terrifying, and the implications make his head spin. He bites his lip. “Not by leaving.”

Tommy huffs out a dry laugh, bowing his head and giving it a tiny shake. “Gee, thanks.” He’s hiding a smile. A small one, but it’s warm, despite his hesitance. 

Billy grabs the front of Tommy’s shirt, tugging him down while he cranes his neck, meeting him halfway to press a brief kiss to his mouth.

It’s less brief than he planned. Tommy’s fingers end up wound in his hair, his firm grip making Billy’s scalp tingle and heat simmer under his skin. He groans, low in his throat, and licks into Tommy’s mouth in retaliation. 

Time starts to blur a little. He’s not thinking about why he kissed Tommy in the first place. He’s not thinking of stopping, god fucking forbid. All that matters is the sharp, biting pressure of fingernails, the gentle glide of warm lips against his, and the sounds he can pull from Tommy with a flick of his tongue. Everything else is sort of fuzzy. 

He tries nipping Tommy’s bottom lip. Lightly. Testing the waters. He inhales sharply, something like a gasp he caught halfway, and more importantly, his hips jerk forward. Just a little. But him pressing down against Billy’s stomach like that sets a fire inside. An immediate needy wanting that rushes through him like an adrenaline spike. 

Billy pulls back an inch, breathing hard, “Do it again,” he demands, clutching Tommy’s waist with guiding hands, “C’mon, c’mon.”

“Jesus—fuck,” Tommy’s nose brushes his cheek as he starts to move, curling into Billy’s space and panting bitten-off curses in puffs of humid air against his jaw. 

The seam of Tommy’s pants chafes a little, rubbing against the taut line of his stomach, catching on the light dusting of hair, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when he can feel Tommy’s legs start to tremble, and he gets to watch the way his face goes slack with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed as he works his hips back and forth.

It’s not hard to imagine sliding inside him like this. Tommy sitting on his cock, all wet heat and freckled thighs. Riding him ‘til his muscles give out and Billy has to take over, snap his hips over and over, listening to the slap of skin and Tommy’s pleading for more. 

Fuck.

His grip on Tommy’s waist tightens, right as he gives one last jerky thrust, and his whole body tenses. He whimpers right in Billy’s ear before his head drops, hitting his shoulder.

Billy feels like a live wire. He aches. He wants. 

He waits, with bottom lip caught between his teeth, squirming and hoping it’s not too obvious. 

“Sooo,” Tommy drawls, still catching his breath, his nose smushed to Billy’s collarbone. “D’you want me to blow you, or was that—”

“Fuck, yes.”

Tommy snickers. “Alright. Prepare to have your world rocked.”

“Oh, and my pick-up line was cheesy porno shit?”

“Yeah.”

“Dick.”

His shoulders shake with barely suppressed laughter, and Billy can feel his smile widen. He’d almost be content to bask in the moment like a cat in a sunbeam, except—

Tommy shifts, sliding a thigh between his legs and pressing, and yeah, that’s much better, nevermind. He lets out a slow, shaky breath, staring hazily at the water-stained ceiling. 

“You liked seeing me get off, huh.” Tommy kisses his chest, lips still curved into a smile. Billy swallows hard, and folds his lips between his teeth. “You soaked right through your underwear. I can feel it.” 

He’s making his way down way too slowly. On purpose, the little shit. But Billy refuses to crack. He can wait. It’s fine. He only feels a little bit like he’s going to explode.

Tommy replaces his thigh with his hand as he crawls backward, trailing a light finger over the growing wet spot and not doing nearly enough to ease the throbbing ache between Billy’s legs, his lips trail down, inch by agonizing inch as he goes. He’s got nice lips. Billy wouldn’t mind kissing him for hours. Being kissed. 

Being kissed somewhere very specific right fucking now.

Billy’s legs spread a little further apart, without really meaning to, he arches his back, wriggles, trying to subtly get Tommy where he needs to be a little faster. 

Except he fucking pauses. Kisses Billy’s hipbone. Flashes an absolutely shit-eating grin. 

“Would you hurry the fuck up,” Billy groans.

Which cracks Tommy up. A laugh he’d obviously been holding back bursts out of him, muffled a little as he leans into Billy’s stomach, his shoulders shaking. 

“I hate you so much.”

Tommy looks up at him, eyes shining. “Nah. You don’t.”

“Fine, but I’d like you a lot more if you stopped being a tease.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, and finally, finally, settles between Billy’s legs, flashing a grin before he pushes Billy’s briefs aside and drags his tongue through the wetness underneath. 

“Jesusfuckingchrist—” Billy inhales sharply, his whole body arching into the sweet pressure of Tommy’s mouth, somehow ending up with one leg hooked around him, trying to pull him closer. “Oh fuck.”

A whine catches in his throat when Tommy huffs a laugh, warm air somehow feeling cool against his flushed skin. He’s beyond caring about looking desperate, he just needs more. More of this. He rocks against the steady stroke of Tommy’s tongue, his breath hitching every time he brushes his cock and a concentrated bolt of pleasure lances through him.

Then Tommy wraps his lips around it, and sucks, and Billy’s vision whites out. It feels so good it fucking hurts. He cries out, wordlessly, grasping for something to hold on to.

“Holy shit, dude,” Tommy breathes, pulling back, pulling away, what the fuck, no—

“Hng,” Billy grunts, his hands waving uselessly, trying to reach Tommy to put him back where he was. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, a little breathless, a lot delighted. “Just…” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Billy’s underwear and starts tugging them off. “You’re so loud, man.”

The part of his brain that’s still working—the part that isn’t floating on a cloud of horny thoughts, mostly about how fucking pornographic Tommy’s mouth looks right now, pink, flushed, and slick from nose to chin—is smart enough to know that if he’s too loud they might get caught. But he’s having a hard time making himself care. And he’s sure he’ll care even less when Tommy puts his lips back where they fucking belong.

Then Tommy’s leaning over him, damp grey briefs folded up in one hand, easing Billy’s mouth open with the other.

He’s slow about it. Deliberate. Telegraphing his movements so Billy and the three brain cells he’s got left understand what he’a about to do. Billy could clench his jaw against his prodding at any time. He could turn his head to escape Tommy’s hold. 

But he doesn’t. 

The taste of his own sex isn’t unfamiliar, but it’s oddly thrilling in this context. It feels dirty in the best kind of way. Cotton sticking to his tongue, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth, Tommy’s gaze heavy on his parted lips. Billy wonders if he’s thinking about other things he could stuff Billy’s mouth with to shut him up. 

Biting down on creased fabric is odd, but it definitely muffles his whimpering. 

Which is, admittedly, handy when Tommy dives back in with no warning.

He doesn’t hold back at all, pressing in close, his hands gripping Billy’s hips to keep him in place. His tongue curls around Billy’s cock, over and over in firm swipes.

And Billy sees stars. He can hear his own stifled moaning through the makeshift gag, but he barely recognizes is own voice. Every pitched, breathy noise that comes out of him is a shock he doesn’t have time to linger on, and he doesn’t fucking care to, not when he can barely process how good he feels right now, let alone feel anything but Tommy’s mouth and the heat building under his skin. His whole body is taut with it, muscles tensing as he tries to hold onto the sparks dancing through him. 

It doesn’t take long for him to come with a hoarse shout and an embarrassing gush of wetness all over Tommy’s chin, white-knuckled and curled around Tommy’s sloped shoulders.

He flops back, breathing hard and staring, unseeing, at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” Tommy says again, with something resembling awe. 

Billy closes his eyes, trying to measure the rise and fall of his chest. His whole body is tingling. And a little sore.

He feels a little tug, Tommy picking at the briefs stuffed into his mouth. He loosens his jaw and lets him remove them. There’s spit trickling down his cheek. Tommy wipes it up, carefully patting the side of his face. 

“You good?”

“Mhm,” Billy hums.

“...Been a while?”

He cracks an eye open and glances over at Tommy. His eyebrows are near his hairline, but it doesn’t look judgemental. A little amused, maybe. Billy sighs. “You could say that.”

“Oh?”

It’s been thirteen months since anyone’s touched him below the belt. He doesn’t remember who it was, but he remembers tequila and lime, hearing shitty dance music in another room while he let someone stick their hand in his pants, half-expecting it to retreat immediately. 

No one’s ever touched him like this, though. 

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, unsure how to respond. He lands on, “Never been blown before.” 

Tommy blinks at him. “No shit?” His hand makes a weird aborted movement, then lands on the carpet next to him. Billy has the weird urge to hold it. Or to be held, maybe. As the sweat on his skin cools he starts to itch, an unfamiliar ache blooming in his chest.

“No shit,” he echoes.

“That’s…” Tommy scratches his eyebrow. “Kinda hot actually. I popped your cherry.”

“I’ve had sex.”

“Yeah, but not that kind.”

“...Whatever,” Billy mutters, his cheeks flushing.

“I’m serious, dude.” Tommy’s smiling now, his lips still shiny and pink and distracting. “That was, uh. Kind of awesome. All of it. Plus the cherry on top.”

He can’t help but snort, and smacks Tommy’s knee. “Fuck you, Hagan.”

“Maybe next time.”

That catches Billy’s attention. Whether it’s the promise of a next time or the thought of fucking him, he doesn’t know, but either way he’s suddenly unable to look anywhere but at Tommy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tommy lifts his chin a little, like a challenge, but his eyes are warm. “You said you weren’t goin’ anywhere, so…”

“I meant it.”

He’s caught off guard by the almost bashful way Tommy ducks his head suddenly, the tips of his ears going red, hiding a widening smile. “Good.” He shuffles a little closer. “Though I get why you’d stick around. Y’know. After I rocked your world.”

Billy groans, and rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Nah, nah, I wanna hear you say it.”

“No.”

“Come ooon.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And good with my tongue.”

“Jesus Christ,” Billy mutters, “Okay, fine, you rocked my world. Congrats.”

Tommy preens, supremely pleased with himself, and pokes Billy’s shoulder. “Told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Billy tries his hardest to look annoyed at the prodding, but fails to do anything but grin at the ceiling.

“Now, I seem to remember you promising to put some work in, and so far you’ve just been layin’ there.” The smug look on his face is absolutely out of control. Billy swats at him, but Tommy just catches his hand and kisses his palm, grinning like a fucking maniac. “Gotta do better than that, Hargrove.”

Billy tackles him, rolls them over, and pins Tommy’s hands above his head. 

And he puts some work in.

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

trans woman tommy hagan kegboys au w tommy coming to terms w her gender mid relationship… thoughts?

thank you so much for this ask, sweets! i really tried to think of a good dynamic for it. that’s why it’s taken so long :,)

also, just letting you all know i’ll be closing my ask box soon. so any prompts you feel like sharing, let me have ‘em. the only reason it takes so long is because i’m busy and i put a lot of thought into how i want it to go. toodles!

-

Tommy was a masculine person. But he also liked the frame of panties, and the snugness of a sports bra, and stared at dresses on mannequins wondering what they’d look like on himself. At first, he just thought it was some weird fantasy.

And then he’d caught Robin’s attention.

They knew that she was who to thank for Steve every figuring out his own priorities. It only took three months of Tommy and Billy precariously planning and hitting on him in every direction for him to realize. They had been going steady for six months around the time of Tommy’s “crisis.” So, Robin had a gift when it came to the oddities of Hawkins.

He just never knew he’s be another one of them.

She said it was called transsexual. “Like in Rocky Picture Horror Show?” She was filling out a trivia game sheet the video store was hosting. “‘Means, in your case, you’re not one hundred percent a guy.”

Tommy took a box of Red Hots off of the rack, “Is there something wrong with me?”

Robin shook her head, “I don’t think so, you’d make a pretty girl.” She scrutinized him with some kind of grace that only she could manage. And Tommy must have shown just how nerve wracked that comment made him feel because she paused her scribbling and set the whole thing down. “If that’s what you decide on.” She don’t mention it when he threw back a handful of the candies. “I advise that you talk it over with the boys. I’ll tie them up like they did in the olden days if they are anything but supportive, but keeping something like this from them is a negative on your side.”

He set the box down, “Tell me something girly,” he requested.

“Wha—”

“Just do it, I’m testing this out before I go and risk my long term relationship.” He flapped his hands and she shook her head in dulled bemusement.

Robin maidenly tossed her hair around and leaned against the counter, “The bronze eyeshadow would look better on you. And that green dress. The knee length one? Green always goes well with freckles. And I heard that Brandy in fifth period last year bleached her hair blond, it’s gotta be so unflattering.” Tommy was laughing, delicate and relieved as she rolled her eyes. “Better?”

“Positively,” Tommy nodded, “Can you…?” It was scary to say allowed.

She nodded, “You tell me later if you chose a different name and I’ll jump on the bandwagon.”

Tommy grinned and abandoned the box of candy as she jogged towards the door, “Thanks, Robs!”

“Anytime, Girl!”

-

Steve smiled and pulled her into a hug while Billy stood, dumbfounded.

“That’s great, Honey,” he rubbed Tommy’s shoulders and kissed her forehead, “I’m happy for you.” Billy followed after Steve and jabbed Tommy’s skin at best, still staring off a little. “Billy?” Steve scratched at his scalp, a move that never failed.

Billy’s eyes finally focused in on Tommy’s eager expression, “So, uhm, really?”

Tommy pressed the tips of her toes together, “Robin and I talked and it feels too right not to tell you.” Steve pressed a kiss to her hair again and furrowed his brow when he just then seemed to realize that Billy was still in a bout of shock.

“Billy?” Steve rubbed his thumb along Billy’s jawline. “You need a moment?”

Billy stared from Steve to Tommy until it landed on Tommy with a watery wave through the brow. “No, this is amazing. I love you, no matter what. Of course we both support you.”

Steve open who’s mouth, but loses it once he too realized what Billy was working through. Excitement and a tidal wave of mostly unexpected change.

“So you’re a girl now? Are there groups to sign up for?” Tommy giggled at both her boyfriends. Leaned her head on Billy’s shoulder and let Steve lay his on hers. “Do we call you something else? Are you keeping the ‘T’ in Tommy? Are you staying as Tommy?”

Steve finally did butt in, “I think keeping the name Tommy would be cool. But Tracy sounds nice too.” Tommy purses her lips and thought it over under all the mumbling that continued from Billy.

“What about clothes? Are we going shopping? We have to go shopping—”

Tommy shared a look with Steve and they both planted loving pecks to his cheeks, “We love ya, Bill.”

[metalheadcowboy]

Trans Tommy getting his pussy eaten is the only thing I want now

Now I want this 😭😭

Okay, but I wanna talk about the first time Tommy lets Steve eat him out. I also think it’s the first time I think he’s done anything. It’s not that he’s shy, in fact he’d probably use the boys locker room if the coach would let him. The thing is he doesn’t want to feel taken advantage of, he wants his first time to be loving, not wanting to feel like he’s fulfilling someones fetish the whole time. Which is unsurprisingly a lot to ask for from most of the boys in Hawkins.

But after a while of waiting he thinks about just letting it happen, not holding out for someone that would really care about. Mostly because he’s rather horny these days and his fingers are getting a little old. He even went as far as to think about asking Johnathan Byers as horrific as it would have been for his reputation, the guy seemed to be his best ‘nice guy’ option. Also there wouldn’t be any weird tension afterwards because it’s not like they talked much, or at all, in the first place.

But Jonathan was devoted, ass over tits in love with Nancy, so it was back to the drawing board. At first he hadn’t even considered Steve because that was his best friend, and it would be weird to ask your best friend for that kind of favor, right?

“Are you serious?”

Apparently it was.

“As a heart attack,” Tommy retorted, leaning against the side door of Steve’s BMW, Steve himself leaning against the hood.

“But... why?” Steve was genuinely perplexed, not connecting any of the dots laid out in from of him.

“When’s the last time you had good dick?” The taller boy’s jaw hung slack.

“Uh... never,” Tommy clicked his tongue.

“Exactly, me neither, which is why you,” He turned to push his pointer finger into Steve’s chest, “Should come over to my house on Saturday. Brother’s got some baseball tournament, got the place all to myself.” Steve still looked unconvinced.

“Listen, Tommy, I care about you or whatever, but-”

“If you care about me you’ll do this, Steve.” Tommy interrupted, face almost too close to Steve’s as he looked into the others honey brown eyes, “I’m dyin’ out here.” He reached down and cupped his crotch through his jeans, watching Steve’s big doe eyes go wide, face burning red.

“Uh...” he trailed off and Tommy was almost sure he could see a glint of desire in his best friends eyes.

There was a beat of silence before Steve finally gave him an answer.

“Okay.” The grin on Tommy’s face a borderline menacing, “Do you need anything, like, should I bring something-”

“Just be at my place seven, don’t be late,” The freckled boy answered, trying to conceal both his excitement. And with that he was off, practically counting down the minutes to when Steve would be over and he would finally be able to get off with someone he knew would actually care about his needs.

He had been excited all week, but when the time finally came his nerves were out of control. He was visibly shaking as Steve opened the condom with his teeth, Tommy still in his boxers that were basically soaked through in the crotch at this point.

Maybe he wasn’t ready for this, maybe he didn’t even want this, just thought he did because that’s what everybody else in their grade wanted. Not even Steve’s light touch as he let his hands glide up and down Tommy’s thighs was calming him down.

“Woah, Tommy,” Steve soothed, “Hey, you’re okay, what’s wrong.” Tommy looked up at the blank ceiling, sucking deep breaths through clenched teeth. Steve’s dick was literally right there, and if he looked down he could see it. And he should be turned on, was turned on, felt the familiar butterflies and warms deep in his gut. Something was just wrong, he was scared.

“I don’t know,” his voice was just as shaky as his body, “I mean, are you sure it’ll fit?” Steve chuckled and Tommy halfway wanted to punch him for it.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” Steve’s hands ventured up Tommy’s side, thumb brushing over one of the scars on his chest, “Just relax.”

“I can’t, I fucking can’t, that’s the problem.” Tommy felt like crying he was simultaneously so nervous and no embarrassed. Who chickened out on sex with Steve Harrington? He was sure half of the girls in Hawkins would kill to be in his spot, “Shit, maybe this was a mistake, maybe I’m not ready.”

“Tommy, look at me,” Steve demanded, hands resting on the freckled boys ribs. Tommy didn’t listen, just kept staring up at the ceiling in his own disrepair, “Tommy-”

“Shut up!” Tommy exclaimed, voice going squeaky in the way he hated, he would honestly be crying at this point if it wouldn’t only make things worse.

“I was just gonna say I could eat you out instead,” Steve offered gently, no anger or hatred in his voice. And Tommy was pleasantly surprised, wasn’t expecting Steve to offer him something that didn’t seem to reap him any reward.

“Uh, really?” he questioned, neck craning down a little bit to meet Steve’s eyes, not being able to help but take a look at his hard, aching cock making his own dick throb, “Do you want me to, like, suck you off afterward because I’ve never-”

“Hey, listen,” Steve placed a gentle hand on Tommy’s abdomen, right where the waistband of his underwear starts, “This is about you, okay. My best friend feeling good during his first time. I don’t need anything in return.” And Tommy knew in that moment he’d made the right decision with Steve, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind.

So, Steve eat him out and it was fucking amazing. Steve’s warm mouth on him felt like heaven, like pure bliss. He didn’t know something could feel so good. He came time and time again until he finally couldn’t take it anymore, too sensitive to even think about going another round. He had to tug Steve up by his hair.

“Good?” was the first thing he asked, the bottom half of his face shining with sticky wetness and Tommy couldn’t hold back the loose smile on his lips.

“Dork.”

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[harringrovetrashrat]

I Want It To Be You

(done as a commission for a friend)

Billy wasn’t totally sure how to bring it up.

He and Steve had been dating a while now, spending pretty much all their free time together. Billy’s roommate had been shocked to see him sleeping in his loft last week, for once not in Steve’s single. But who could blame him? Steve was perfect.

Steve had whirled into Billy’s life, put him in his place, and pulled Billy into a whirlwind romance of sorts. If you could call sucking Billy’s dick in the backyard of a frat house romantic. And Billy could, personally. Not only was Steve perfect personality wise, sweet but with fire, he was the best lay Billy’d ever had in his life. He sucked dick like a pro, and Billy was pretty sure Steve’s hole was heaven. Plus, his thighs were soft as hell and he made the sweetest sounds.

But Billy was curious.

Steve had been King Steve in high school, according to his friend Tommy. He’d stopped by for a weekend, hanging out with Billy when Steve had to go off for an appointment. They’d gotten stoned waiting for him, finding it easier to talk to each other with the haze around them.

“God, you should have heard these girls,” Tommy drawled, grinning. “Oh, Steve was so good, he treated me so well. Steve is so handsome, he’s the only guy I ever wanna fuck again. He railed me into next week, I’ve never had dick so good --” He cut himself off with a snicker as Billy scowled. “I assume you agree.” Billy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable.

“I mean, I wouldn’t know,” he said. Tommy turned his head, letting it fall to the side to look at Billy, one eyebrow raised. “He’s always bottomed with me.”

“Huh,” Tommy said. “Not that that’s weird or anything, he loves a good dicking--”

“Do you think he thinks I think he wants to bottom so he never asked?” Billy said, worried. Steve was proud, was out, but Billy knew he’d had trouble with boyfriends in the past. Boys who couldn’t see past Steve’s parts to who he actually was. Who let that dictate how they saw him. Billy liked to top, loved the feeling of someone squeezing around him, but he’d been curious about bottoming. Wondered how it felt.

Steve had never suggested it, so Billy hadn’t thought to bring it up. But now…

“Imma need you to repeat that,” Tommy said. “I’m too stoned to follow whatever that was.”

“Like,” Billy smacked his lips, leaning forward to take a few gulps of water. “Like do you think Steve is bottoming ‘cause he thinks he has to? ‘Cause like, it’s great, don’t get me wrong but…” Tommy nodded, patting Billy’s shoulder.

“Steve doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. Not after his last boyfriend. Honestly, he’d kinda shied away from guys for a while, so I was surprised when he mentioned you.” Tommy smiled, soft and gentle. “He really likes you, you know. Thinks you’re the bees knee .” Billy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his blush. “You know, you could just ask him about it.”

“Shut up,” Billy replied, smiling as Steve entered his dorm. He paused, eyebrow raising.

“You two having fun?” He shut the door, placing the towel Tommy and Billy had forgotten about into the crack at the bottom.

They’d all smoked together after and Billy had forgotten the conversation until later. Until he was laying down to sleep and it all came back. He had laid there, wide awake, listening to his roommate snore, thinking about Steve. About Steve fucking him with his long fingers, slow and sensual. About Steve fucking him with a dildo, going all King on him the way Billy would never admit got him going better than anything else. He’d come embarrassingly fast at the idea of riding Steve.

Now all he had to do was ask.

But he still couldn’t get the words out. Couldn’t find a way to bring it up that didn’t make him sweat a little. Didn’t make his stomach do flops.

It was fitting then, that he blurted it out while Steve was talking about his English homework.

“What’s it like bottoming?” Billy said, wincing as his voice came out more of a shout than he’d like. Steve just blinked, eyebrows shooting up.

“It’s nice,” Steve said, slowly. “Kinda weird at first, but, I mean, it eventually feels really good.” Steve trailed his fingers along Billy’s arm lightly, making goosebumps rise on his arms. “Not that I don’t wanna talk about it or anything, but why?” Billy blushed, looking away and chewing on his thumb with a shrug.

“Tommy mentioned that you uh, you had a reputation at school--”

“Tommy running his mouth again,” Steve groaned. “That fucking--”

“And I kinda wanted to try it? With you?” Billy couldn’t look at Steve. “I’ve never really trusted anyone enough, but I’m curious and you’re supposedly really good, and--”

“Whoa whoa,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s cheeks and turning his face so he could look Steve in the eye. Steve’s eyes were wide, pupils blown, a light flush on his cheeks. “Are you serious? You really-- I mean I figured you’d rather top.” Billy shrugged.

“I like topping, but I mean… I’ve never tried bottoming before and I’d really kinda like it to be you. That tops me. First.” Steve inhaled sharply through his nostrils, catching his bottom lip with his teeth, slowly letting it pop out.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yeah. Yeah let’s-- Let’s plan a night.”

“We can’t just--”

“We��re gonna be fully sober, Billy,” Steve said. “And there’s kinda some prep that goes into bottoming for you.” Billy nodded, smiling at Steve. Wonderful, lovely Steve. Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb along Billy’s cheek. “You’re such a dream,” and he crooked his mouth in a grin, and Billy swallowed thickly. He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called him that before. Instead, he pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was Saturday morning and Billy was anxious. He’d prepped, he’d cleaned, but he hadn’t stretched, wanting Steve to be the one to do that. Wanted desperately to know what those fingers felt like inside him. Billy shook his head, shifting awkwardly and ignoring his half chub, hoping it would go away. He still had time before going to Steve’s, so he ran to the coffee shop on campus and grabbed himself a breakfast sandwich and black coffee, as well as a dnaish and fancy sweet drink for Steve. The line was longer than he’d have liked, too close to finals for it to be as empty as usual for a Saturday, and he had to run for Steve’s dorm by the time he had paid and gotten the drinks and food.

Steve yanked the door open when Billy arrived, smiling when he held out the coffee and bag of delicious pastry.

“Good, we’ll need the energy.” Billy smirked as Steve turned, heading back into his dorm. Steve had a single, which Billy was always grateful for. They never had to worry about being quick or quiet. Well, quiet for a roommate. Billy was positive Steve’s neighbors hated him. Luckily, he gave absolutely no fucks.

“So,” Billy began, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. “I did what you said. Everything is clean.” Steve smiled at him, tucking his head down to give Billy a sweet, chaste kiss.

“You’re so cute,” he said. Billy huffed.

“I think the word you’re looking for is sexy. Unbearably hot. An absolute fucking sex god--”

“Oh my god,” Steve laughed. “Fine, fine. You’re the sexiest man alive. And also the cutest.” Billy tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard. Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot before pulling out a tub from under his bed. Billy’s eyes widened when he set it on the bed and opened it up.

He’d never seen so many sex toys in his life.

“Damn,” he breathed, reaching out and grabbing a monster of a dildo, blue and ribbed. Steve blushed a little, scratching the back of his head. Billy sat down on the bed, looking through the box. Steve sat on the other side.

“I’ve been growing this since like, high school. So I have a lot.” He dug around, pulling out what looked like a harness.

“What’s that?”

“So, here.” Steve dug around in the box, grabbing a flesh colored dildo of pretty average size. He connected it to the front of the harness. “This is the strap. Makes it so I can fuck you properly,” he said, smirking a little. Billy swallowed, feeling something churn in his belly. Something warm and good. Steve bit his lip, setting the strap down and crawling forward, pressing Billy onto the bed. Billy let his head hit the pillow, gazing up at Steve as he hovered above him. “If I do anything that hurts or that you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” The genuine concern and care in Steve’s eyes was way more overwhelming than the idea of a dick in his ass. Billy swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he rasped hoarsely. Steve smiled, soft and kind, and swooped down for a kiss. He gently licked into Billy’s mouth, making him sigh contentedly. Billy slowly heated up the kiss, sucking on Steve’s tongue and biting his lip. Steve groaned, grinding his hips down. Billy had been half hard since this morning, and the friction was delightful, making him gasp. Steve took the chance to roll his tongue in Billy’s mouth, moving to kiss down his neck as Steve’s hips rolled, grinding slow and steady against Billy. They moved against each other, breathing each other’s air, until Billy couldn’t take it. The feel of Steve against him, sweat pants damp from how wet he surely was, was too much. He was already close. “Steve, baby, please--” Steve groaned and pulled back, moving from on top of Billy. Billy rolled over, pushing up onto his elbows and knees. “ Please.”

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed as Billy gave a cheeky grin, despite his blush. He moved so he could see Steve, bangs falling in sweaty pieces across his forehead, cheeks and lips flushed. Billy bit his lip. His nerves were settling now as it got closer, overwhelmed by the anticipation and excitement. Steve slowly pulled Billy’s shorts down, inhaling sharply when he realized Billy was going commando. It wasn’t different than usual, but it never failed to get Steve riled up. He cupped Billy’s cheeks, kneading them as if in a trance, pulling them open to stare at Billy’s hole. It made him shiver.

“Come on, Harrington,” he purred. Steve fumbled for the lube, squirting some onto Billy’s crack. He hissed at the cold, though his skin quickly warmed it up. Steve rubbed it around his hole, breath loud, before squirting some on his fingers.

“One first, okay?” Steve said. Billy harrumphed and stuck his ass out. Steve laughed, biting his lip as he teased Billy’s rim. He prodded gently, sweetly, pushing in to the first knuckle, wiggling, and finally pushing in more. Billy’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes. It was different. A feeling he wasn’t used to. But it wasn’t bad. Steve pushed his finger in and out, wiggling it before curling. Billy’s toes curled and he gasped a little, pushing back against Steve’s finger. Now that was fucking nice. Steve gently rubbed for a minute before pulling his finger out. Billy whined. “Oh my god,” Steve chuckled. “You’re so horny for it.” Billy stuck out his tongue, ignoring how hot his face felt.

“Like you’re any better!” Billy propped himself up, putting on his slutty Steve face. “Billy, oh Billy please! Lemme cum, I wanna cum, just touch me!” Billy yelped, letting out a long moan as Steve sunk two fingers into him, giving his ass a slap.

“Dunno that you should be making fun of the guy with his fingers up your ass, babe,” Steve said.  “Dunno that I like it when you get all sassy when I’m just trying to make you feel good.” He slapped Billy’s ass again. Billy grunted and his dick jumped.

“Shit,” he hissed. Steve kissed the small of his back.

“Just wait till I find your prostate, sweets.” His voice was commanding, but sweet. It made Billy wanna listen, wanna follow his rules, wanna-- Wanna worship him.

“Oh?” Billy panted. “This the King Steve I’ve heard so much about?” Steve grinned, scissoring his fingers. Billy pushed back, sighing against the stretch. It felt good. They moved together, Steve alternating between scissoring and just pistoning his fingers in and out.

“God, you’re gonna be so tight, baby,” Steve hummed, kissing along Billy’s spine. “You’re gonna love when I fuck you. I’m gonna start slow until you can’t stand it, show you just how good you make me feel.” Billy shuddered, moaning against the sheets. Steve added more lube, and a third finger. “You’re taking these so good. Shit, Billy. Being so good for your King.” Billy grinned as his dick kicked, and he pushed back against the fingers. After a moment, he curled his fingers just so, making Billy violently twitch. He let out a loud moan, biting the meat of his palm to quiet himself.

“Fuck,” Billy gasped. Steve had paused, and when Billy turned to look, his eyes were wide and his jaw dropped.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. He pulled his fingers out, standing up and shedding his sweats and boxers. Billy could see how wet, how excited he was as he pulled on the strap, moving to get behind Billy. “You think you’re ready?” He slapped Billy’s ass again, getting a low groan, rolling a condom onto the dildo and lubing it up. Steve rubbed the dick along Billy’s crack.

“Fuck me, Steve,” Billy growled. “For fucks sake.” Steve huffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so demanding. If I recall correctly, I’m giving you the King Steve treatment, not the Follow Billy’s Rules treatment.” And before Billy could reply, he slipped in, slowly pushing in the head before pausing, giving Billy time to adjust, before slowly pressing in again. Billy’s jaw dropped and he pushed back, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he whined. Steve licked his lips, smirking.

“Yeah? You like my dick that much, Hargrove? You should see the others.” Billy shuddered as Steve bottomed out. Billy swallowed, panting wetly against the sheets.

“Yeah,” Billy moaned, feeling so full and content. “Fuck yeah.” Steve moved his hips out slowly, leaning forward to kiss Billy’s shoulders and down his spine, sucking hickies between his shoulders. Billy was shaking under him, grasping the sheets tightly in his fists.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve groaned. “I wanna see your face. You okay moving positions?” Billy nodded, biting down on a whine when Steve pulled out. Gentle hands guided him onto his back, hair like a sweaty halo around him. Steve looked down, so beautiful and fucking hot. Everything Billy could ever dream of. He pulled Billy up by the back of his knees, maneuvering them over his shoulders and slipping back in slowly, breathing heavy and pointed. Billy gasped, throwing his head back as he reached up and clamped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve grinned down at him, brown hair damp and hanging around his face.

“Liked that, huh?” Steve purred, slowly pulling back out. Billy couldn’t do much but pant, hand clenching at Steve’s pale skin as he felt the dick slide out. His brain was melted goo, struck dumb by the feeling of Steve pressing into him again, keeping his pace aggravatingly slow and steady. “Fuck,” he whispered, kissing along the column of Billy’s neck. Billy closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed. “You look so good, baby, stretched around me like this.” Billy could feel himself blushing, but he knew the feeling of watching your cock sink into your lover, and his dick kicked, wondering if he looked as good as Steve did.

“Shit, Stevie,” Billy groaned as Steve bottomed out again, pausing in his movements. “Fuck, baby…” Steve shifted, moving forward so he could press deeper into Billy. The harness of the strap rubbed against Billy’s skin, creating a wonderful addition of pleasure to the feeling of being so full. Billy breathed deep, biting his bottom lip as Steve pulled out again, still going maddeningly slow. “Come on,” Billy whined, trying to move his hips so he could speed things up. “Fuck me like you mean it! Like King Steve would-- Fuck!” Billy hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve smirked, smug and cocky, before slamming his hips back in. His pace was almost brutal, their skin slapping together as he pistoned in and out. Billy forgot what words were, mind blanking as Steve shifted and hit his prostate. He got so much deeper at this angle. And Billy could watch him, see him come apart. Billy moaned, low and rumbly, biting his lips to try and keep from making too much noise. The bed itself rattled against the wall of Steve’s dorm, probably pissing off the neighbors, but fuck them. Billy was getting fucked within an inch of his life, they could suck his dick.

Well, not actually. He’d much prefer if Steve did that.

“You’re so beautiful,” Steve murmured, hand running down Billy’s chest before moving back up to tweak his nipples. The other hand stayed on Billy’s hip, gripping tightly. He slowed his pace down, pulling out with care before snapping his hips back in. Each snap of his hips, each slap of skin, each squelch of lube, sent jolts straight to Billy’s dick. It leaked against his stomach and he arched into Steve’s touch, eyes snapping open, though he barely saw anything. “My beautiful guy,” Steve sighed, leaning down to kiss Billy as he buried his dick deep inside, keeping his hips flush to Billy’s ass. It made his back arch and he reached for his dick, jerking himself rapidly. “Yeah,” Steve breathed, kissing Billy’s neck sloppily, tongue leaving a trail along his collar bone. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he whispered into Billy’s ear. He licked the lobe, giving it a bite. Billy arched, crying out as he came, shooting up his stomach and chest. He gasped loudly, groaning low and long as he stripped his cock, sperm dripping out and onto his stomach, slicing down to pool in between his pecs. Steve pulled out slowly, lowering Billy down before licking at the cooling sperm on his skin. He slurped it up, loud and obnoxious, just like Billy liked. Billy shuddered, licking his lips and pulling Steve up for a kiss. Steve hummed into his mouth before pulling back. He swiftly removed the strap, climbing into bed and pulling Billy against his chest.

“Wow,” Billy said, voice raspy from how loud he’d gotten. He never made that much noise but, well, that was Steve. “That was just-- Wow.” Steve smiled, kissing the back of Billy’s neck.

“You’d wanna do it again?” Steve asked, sounding a little vulnerable.

“Honestly, gimme a few hours, and I’ll be ready.” Steve laughed, loud and bright, before pulling Billy even closer, matching grins on their faces.

[chika-the-terrible]

Trans Steve AU

Trans Steve but like, in a really aggressive way? Like, his parents and teachers still call him Alexandra (his dead name) but he’s asked his friends to call him Steve and he wears a binder and gets incredibly pissed at his peers for thinking of him as a girl still.

Like, growing up, he was always Alexandra but he didn’t like being called a girl, didn’t know why it didn’t feel right, and just before he goes into high school he comes out as trans. And being trans in Hawkins isn’t exactly a good idea but he wants to be known by the image he makes, who he actually is, not by who other people imagine him to be.

So Steve tells Carol and Tommy (who have been his friends since elementary school I imagine) to call him Steve but with the teachers still calling him Alexandra it’s hard to build that image. Eventually he asks other people who go to school with him call him Steve and he feels a bit validated on that, especially when they actually do call him Steve and not Alexandra. He also fights to get onto the basketball team as a guy and not regulated to just gym class and this is one of the few times where he threatens his parents influence to get what he wants (they wouldn’t actually do anything though but people don’t know that). So he always goes into the locker room last to do his binder and shit and has no qualms about kicking the other guys in the groin if they try something.

Nancy’s only heard rumors of Steve being trans but then they start dating and there’s the party and that’s when Steve shows her that the rumors are true. Nancy, who’s not exactly comfortable dating a trans person but still wants to make Steve happy, tries to show that she’s not bothered by it but Steve sees right through her and they don’t have sex (maybe Nancy even goes home with Barb?). And of course Steve, who seriously fell for her, doesn’t take this well even though he was fully expecting it (because it’s fucking Hawkins) and it leads to the whole ‘Nancy is a slut’ at the movie theater.

Steve still tries to apologize to her, though, and breaks off with Carol and Tommy and still gets involved with the Upside Down. The kids really don’t know how to deal with a Trans Steve and neither do the adults but they do their best and Joyce fully accepts him for who he is because she’s an awesome mom and so he’s welcome to come to her house any time. The ones having the most trouble with Trans Steve would probably be Nancy, Mike, and Hopper, but Steve’s now their friend and they’ve got shared trauma and so they do their best to not judge Steve or anything and it works (for the most part).

And Dustin, being the wonderful brother figure he is, never thought of Steve as a girl even after he learns Steve is trans because what would be the point? Steve is Steve and if he was a boy he was a boy. Dustin didn’t think it would be right for him to judge anyway, since he was different too, in his own way. And this helps them grow closer together and Dustin’s probably the one helping the others bond with Steve.

Then Billy comes along and that’s when we see the aggressive side of Trans Steve. Billy’s got a few classes with Steve and then they’ve got gym together and Steve gets the shower all to himself and Billy doesn’t know why there’s a girl being treated differently or why she gets to play basketball with the boys and so he puts her down and that pisses Steve off like nothing else. Billy starts getting hints, though, that something’s off the longer he stays in Hawkins, because Steve gets certain looks directed at him and Billy has no idea who this ‘Alexandra’ person is in his classes and so he asks because if he’s gonna be King of Hawkins he’s got to know people, right? And catching Steve in the boy’s bathroom that one time with blood on his pants made alarm bells ring in his head, so. When someone points Steve out to him Billy gets it almost immediately because he’s from California and he knows trans and so he starts backing off. It also helps that Tommy tries to explain it to him one day, because Tommy still respects Steve and still stands up for him despite the fact that they’re not friends anymore. Billy starts respecting Steve as well even if he doesn’t know much about being trans and he adjusts to leaving the lockers early so that Steve can have his alone time and some of the others on the team are like, “Why are you giving her that respect?” and Billy spits, “He’s not a girl assholes.”

(Though sometimes Billy forgets and catches Steve with his binder off and Steve full on screams and pelts Billy with locker supplies to get him to leave)

But even though Billy respects he’s trans Steve dislikes Billy a lot and holds a grudge, so it’s no surprise that things go to shit when Billy arrives at the Byers and Steve’s had an increasingly shitty day. He’s had to deal with demodogs, his god-awful period hitting and making him a walking bait for the Upside Down, the fact that Hawkins is being invaded at the moment, and then Billy comes looking for Max and Steve just blows up. Billy’s asking for the fight and Steve gives it to him, cutting the fight short by reminding Billy that he has no qualms about fighting dirty and so kicks Billy between the legs. So while the Party winces in sympathy for a downed Billy, Max and Steve share a high-five and then they go to the tunnels but Billy tags along because 1) he’s supposed to get Max home and 2) he wants a little revenge for Steve fighting dirty. But then the tunnels happen and Billy gets involved with the Upside Down and things change.

Billy has a lot of respect for Steve after that and then, maybe to show Steve that being trans really isn’t an issue with him, Billy reveals that he’s gay. And sharing such a big secret is enough for Steve to drop the grudge and they become friends and before long Steve shares his own secret: he’s bi. And he also thinks Billy’s hot. So then they start dating and Billy respects the shit out of Steve’s boundaries and is very protective of his trans boyfriend.

Bonus 1:

Tommy and Steve reconnect after Steve learns that Tommy never stopped thinking of him as Steve, unlike the rest of the school when he fell from being King (or Queen, as the school thinks). Tommy continued to stand up for Steve being trans, even though they weren’t friends anymore (including at the Halloween party where there were a lot of jeers towards Steve despite the fact that Steve hadn’t been there). And Steve just cries when he learns this and they become friends again (and maybe because of this Tommy gets involved with the Upside Down by accident?).

Bonus 2:

Lesbian Robin + Trans Steve = Awesomeness

But seriously, with Steve dating Billy, he doesn’t fall for Robin and Robin’s heard the rumors of Steve being trans and knows his dead name is Alexandra and so it’s a lot easier for her to reveal she’s lesbian to him and he full accepts her for it and she accepts him as trans and so they’re friends long before the events of Season 3 happen.

She’s also his go-to buddy for pads and other girl shit that he hates dealing with.

Bonus 3:

After learning Steve wants top surgery, Billy pours his savings (the ones he wanted to use to get out of Hawkins) into making Steve’s dream come true. Steve couldn’t get it without being cut off from his parents’ money and he starts crying when he learns of what Billy did and though he doesn’t have to wear a binder anymore, he feels so incredibly guilty about it. Billy doesn’t care, though, because it made Steve happy and as long as Steve’s happy, Billy’s happy.

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EDIT: Tried to make this better and more accurate/respectful.

[puppy-steve]

trans steve growing up and feeling that something isn't right, she feels too…..out of place in her own body and she tries to placate that feeling by wearing pants and tshirts instead of the dresses her mother forces her in but she's always caught and punished in someway so she wears the dresses and fixes her hair and she grows up.

she's fine. she deals with it. until one day in freshman year the feeling becomes too much and she ends up confiding in tommy whose been her best friend since kindergarten and he gives her his old clothes he doesn't wear anymore. the feeling lessens and she's comfortable. for now.

then, in sophomore year, wearing the clothes around the house and when she's with tommy and carol isn't enough anymore. by then her parents are hardly ever in the state, let alone the country, for more than two days at a time. she's not worried about the gossip of hawkins getting back to them, she doubts they even care, so the monday after a minor breakdown in her ensuite, she pins her hair up into a bob, dons a polo and jeans, and the new pair of nike's she bought with the money that was supposed to be used on groceries.

the anxiousness still sits at the bottom of her chest. she can't put a finger on it until she's flipping through a magazine and finds herself sighing wistfully at the guy in a cologne ad, wishing she could look like that. it catches her off guard and startles her so much she rips the page out and throws it in the wastebasket. that sets off a whole new panic to have over the weekend, but the thought of not being "___ harrington" anymore is such a weight off of her shoulders and she cries in relief.

two weeks and another confessional with tommy and carol later, steve harrington makes his appearance at hawkins high and nobody says a thing because, really, who's brave enough? tommy will beat the shit out of anyone who so much as glances at steve the wrong way and it makes warmth bubble up in steve's chest and he thinks he's so lucky to have the two of them in his corner.

until november 1983 happens.

he drops tommy and carol and steve is clinging to the last threads of his popularity when billy hargrove dethrones him in '84 and opens up the whole can of bullshit that leaves steve reeling. he's spiraling by the time dustin finds him and drags him back into the world of monsters and government secrets, and it distracts him, protecting the kids and making sure they stay alive. billy still kicks his ass, female parts or not.

and then the shit with the russians and being drugged and robin buckley becoming his best friend and platonic soulmate on the floor of a disgusting bathroom stall happens, and it all feels like a blur. or maybe that's just from being knocked in the head too many times in the past couple years, steve's pretty sure. robin knows his secret and he knows hers and they'll both take them to their graves.

summer 1986. his parents finally decide to grace the town with their presence after more than three years away. things have changed, steve's changed, and its obvious his parents aren't happy. they scream, punches are thrown, and steve ultimately ends up on the doorstep of the munson's brand new two bedroom house, courtesy of government hush money, with a suitcase in hand.

eddie remembers the steve before. he didn't have much of an opinion on him back then but he saw the fallout with hagan and perkins and quietly told himself there'd be a space for steve in his flock of sheep should he need it.

he didn't back then, but now he does.

steve opens the floodgates and tells his story from the beginning. from the clothes, from the secret hospital appointments and the surgery that, before the demobats, nobody even knew about. he's crying by the end and tells eddie that it feels like a piece of him is dead inside. that after all of it, he feels guilty. eddie sits quietly and listens, giving steve his full attention with those dark round eyes. he tells him he doesn't have to be sorry for doing it on his own. he's not alone anymore. eddie reminds him that he hasn't needed his parents for a while now, and "who needs them when you've got us, huh? those assholes didn't spend the last four years risking their lives for this town."

he's right. he's found his family in the kids, in robin, in nancy, and hell, even eddie (he won't say how he wants it to be a little more with eddie.) he's grown up and away from the expectations his parents set for him and he doesn't have to feel sorry for that.

[phantombeesting]

I've been thinking about Trans Steve alot today and his former friendship with Tommy H and how he would handle Billy using gendered names to wind Steve up. I like to think that being Steve's best friend for years he'd still protect that line for him.

______________

Tommy knows that Billy doesn't know yet. He's not been here long enough to hear the whispers or notice that Steve doesn't change or shower in the boys locker room. That sometimes if his shirts are too tight you can make out the edges of a binder underneath. That doesn't stop the interaction he just witnessed from setting his teeth on edge.

Tommy H: In future don't call him that OK

Billy: What? Princess? If he doesn't want to be called Princess he needs to stop being such a prissy bitch.

Tommy H: That as well. No bitch, baby girl or fucking anything that implies he's less of a guy. He's an asshole but that's where I draw the line.

Billy: Ooo still got a soft spot for your ex girlfriend Hagan?

Billy only has a second to chuckle to himself before the wind is knocked out of him and Tommy has him crowded against the lockers.

Tommy H: Listen very fucking clearly call him literally anything else I don't care but not that. Just not that OK?

Billy raises his hands in surrender. He's a little confused but the right to call Harrington a Princess isn't something worth making waves over.

Billy: Jesus OK Hagan, I got it loud and clear.

Tommy steps back from Billy thankful that he managed to catch him off guard and not end up in a full on fist fight, he could hold his own but didn't like his odds on that one.

Tommy H: Also it would be 'ex boyfriend'

Billy: *stares with eyebrow raised*

Tommy H: If we'd dated he'd be my ex boyfriend.

Billy: erm yeah OK ex boyfriend

Tommy just shallowly nods and walks off towards his next class leaving Billy to wonder what the fuck just happened.

__________

So Billy changes the way he targets Steve; he doesn't lay off him not in the slightest. The guy still lights a fire under his skin that needs to be stomped out, but he doesn't call him Princess anymore.

There are a few close calls but he manages to catch them which results in some interesting insults …

"Prick"

"Princeton Reject"

"Printer face"

Yeah even Billy was confused by the last one but it was 8am and he was tired so sue him. But after that he settles to just call him "Bambi". He likes the way Steve frowns whenever he says it.

It takes another week or so for Billy to fully understand why Tommy was so protective of his former friend. And Billy admits to himself that it makes him respect Tommy a little more. And makes him think maybe he's safer here than he thought.

[bowiebond]

Steve being trans!Tommy’s first time because Steve keeps talking about how great sex is and Carol’s not too interested in touching Tommy below the belt because she knows Tommy’s a guy but she’s ‘not into the girl bits, okay?’

So Tommy gets huffy because he think he’ll forever be a virgin as this rate and Steve hesitantly says he could change that. You know, pop the cherry so he’s done with it and Tommy can tell everyone with certainty that he’s not a big old virgin anymore. Like, it’s not gay gay, so Steve’s in the clear, even if he can’t really picture Tommy as a girl anymore, barely remembers what that looks like. Tommy figures it’s the same. Sure, he’s a guy, but he’s got the ‘girl bits’ according to Carol so if anything his relationship with Carol is weirder than anything he does with Steve, right? Right?

(It’s still very gay and they’re both idiots)

Steve is really nice about it; mostly because Tommy’s his best friend and even if he insists he doesn’t have to be so delicate with him like one his girlfriends, he’s a romantic. He likes it slow and sweet, likes building tension.

Likes kissing and suckling between Tommy’s legs because it makes him gasp, shudder and moan, freckled cheeks flushed a deep red and lips hanging loosely apart. Tommy’s first orgasm is with Steve and it makes his brain melt, makes him whimper when Steve does fuck him because it’s hot and sensitive and Steve holds him like it means something even if it doesn’t. Can’t.

He touches his chest; he doesn’t mold or squeeze and Tommy’s pretty sure he’d have curled into a ball and cried if he did, but he pinches his nipple, rubs circles around it and it’s like electricity. Makes him squeeze around the brunet, makes them both moan, makes Steve stutter and cum and whimper like it’s the best most painful thing he’s ever done.

They don’t fuck again, even though the pair think about it. After all, it was just to pop Tommy’s cherry. So he could be macho like the rest of the guys about it.

They won’t do it again. Promise.