He knows Steve's right; Neil had hit his mum, then him when she was gone. It made sense that he'd just move onto Max if he left.
But telling someone, even someone like Hopper, who all the kids seemed to trust. It was a risk and Billy wasn't sure it was one he could take. Not when he knew the price he'd have to pay if it failed. He wasn't kidding when he said his old man would kill him.
"I can't. I'll get her out when it comes to it, but I can't."
"Billy, yes you can." He said, moving closer and catching his hands. He
squeezed his hands, locking eyes with him. "Because the thing is, something
could happen to you. Neil could hurt you, put you in the hospital or...or
even worse." He said softly, looking down.
"Please, come on, Billy." He said, leaning in closer to him. "I just want
you to be safe and Hopper would be on your side. You and Max. El is his
daughter and I know he loves Max too. He would protect you...and so would
I."
He sighed, letting go of his hands and leaning back. There was absolutely
nothing he could do them. Well, short of telling Hopper himself and then he
was fairly sure Billy would hate him. "Fine." He said, shifting and
grabbing his beer again.
He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell Billy he was being an
idiot. That someone like Neil would never stop and he would make sure Billy
couldn't get Max out. He would make sure Billy would likely never see Max
again, but he didn't think saying anything more would do absolutely any
good.
He just pushed his fingers through his hair, sitting quietly for a long
moment and knowing the other was looking at him. Finally he turned, leaning
in and pressing his lips against Billy's in a kiss that felt way more final
than he wanted it to be. "Maybe someday you'll trust someone else and let
others help."
Part of Billy is relieved that Steve let it go. But there's another part, the part that knows Neil will hurt Max as soon as he doesn't have his usual punching bag to take his anger out on, that wishes Steve would keep pushing.
Maybe it was the part that wanted reassurance that someone cared enough.
It's easy to kiss back but Billy feels like this might be the end. "I did, Steve. I did trust someone. And he left me to face my dad's wrath alone." He reaches up to cup a hand around Steve's cheek, brushing his thumb gently under his eye. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
"I'm not him. I wish I could prove that to you, but I swear I am not him."
He whispered quietly, leaning his face into the touch and sighing. After a
moment he pressed his hand over Billy's, trying to keep it there.
"Not as beautiful as you." He smiled sadly, pressing their foreheads
together. "Just..." He started, swallowing to try and hold back tears.
"You can always come here. Just know that at least." Even if he felt like
the other would never take him up on it. Ever.
Billy steals another kiss because he doesn't know what else to say, doesn't know how to say that he knows that but that he just can't get passed all the past hurt.
So instead, he just kisses the other boy, cupping his jaw to tilt him just so, deepening the kiss. He hurts, an ache in the pit of his stomach and he knows that he shouldn't be doing this, that he should get in his car and leave but he doesn't have the strength to do so.
He kissed back, pressing in as close as he could before he ended up
crawling into Billy's lap. He wanted this, he wanted the other boy so bad
and he would take what he could get. Especially if this really was the last
time ever.
His fingers slid into Billy's hair, tangling and giving a gentle tug before
kissing him again. This time it was deeper, more desperate even.
"Any time, Billy. I mean that." He whispered softly, pulling back enough to
stare into his eyes. He turned his head, looking at the clock before
looking back. "You've got like...2 hours before Max gets here...."
Billy slides both hands down Steve's back until he's gripping his ass, pulling him so they're flush together and he can kiss and mouth at Steve's neck and jaw. He's careful to make sure any marks he leaves on the other boy's skin will be hidden by his shirt collar.
"Oh yeah? Got any idea how we can kill time?" He licks over Steve's lips and smirks, pushing away the pain to allow himself to be distracted by the heat in his belly.
He made a sound at the feel of those hands on his ass. He rolled his hips
before kissing him yet again, licking into his mouth and sucking on his
tongue. He really didn't want to get up, but he pulled back anyways,
standing up and then slowly holding his hands out.
"Lets go upstairs." He whispered, ducking his head a bit. "No one is here.
No one'll be here for a while...so its just us." He bit his lip, smiling
through it and tilting his head.
Billy let's Steve lead him up the stairs to his room and he crowds him the whole time, chest pressed against Steve's back and hands on his hips. He nips and licks at the back of his neck as they go because he may as well enjoy this.
He moaned at each little nip and bit of attention that the other gave him.
Once at his bedroom door he just leaned back against Billy for a moment,
raising an eyebrow. "An idea? What kind of idea?" He asked, licking his
lips.
He turned his head, a smile stretching across his face. He wrapped his arm
around Billy's neck, craning his neck so he could press their lip together
in a searing kiss.
As soon as they reach Steve's room, Billy kicks the door closed and pushes the older boy back onto the bed, crawling over him and caging him in with a hand on either side of his head. He leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.
"Yeah I reckon so." He said, holding him close as he laid back. His hands
settled on his hips, stroking before he pushed at his jeans. "Come on. I
want you to get naked." He stared up at him for a long moment, just slowly
stroking his hands up and down his sides and over his stomach and chest.
There was a moment where he paused, eyes sad even as he smiled. He pushed
himself up, catching his chin and kissing him once again.
Billy sits back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, throwing it off somewhere in Steve's room before he undoes the button and zip on his pants, giving Steve the option to push them down.
He leans into the kiss, sliding his hand into Steve's hair and sighing against the other boy's lips. Billy wishes they could stay like this forever, but he knows they can't.
He reached down, fingers hooking into his jeans before shoving them down
along with his underwear. He kept kissing him, over and over, just wanting
to make this last as long as he possibly could.
It took him a moment before he rolled them over, pushing Billy back against
the pillows. He settled between his legs, slowly pulling his jeans the rest
of the way off before tossing them over the edge of the bed.
He slid his hands up from Billy's hips, over his skin and grasping his
wrists before pushing them above his head.
Naked, Billy sprawls out beneath Steve in a way he knows shows everything off just right, hands flexing where they're pressed against the pillows but no effort being put in to fight against the hold.
And then Steve says those words and Billy feels the burn of tears. Not because he doesn't want to hear it, but because they make him feel safe and afraid and overwhelmed all at once and he knows -he know- that, if he let himself, he'd say it back.
Instead, he just kisses Steve, puts everything he can't say into the kiss and hopes the older teen gets it.
He does get it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. He squeezed
his wrists for a moment before sliding his hands into Billy's lacing their
fingers together as he shifted so they were grinding together. He wanted to
draw this out, he really, really did.
After a moment he tugged at his lip, groaning softly. He broke the kiss,
panting quietly and pressing his forehead against Billy's.
There was so much he wanted to say in that moment. So much he wanted to
promise and ask for. So, so much but he didn't.
After, when they're sprawled out and sated, Billy rolls so that he can press his face into the side of Steve's neck and just breathing him in. The smell of sex fills the room and there's cum drying on his skin, but for right now, he just wants to stay here, curled up with the man he loves and pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist.
"We should shower." Even as he says it, he makes no move to get up.
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But telling someone, even someone like Hopper, who all the kids seemed to trust. It was a risk and Billy wasn't sure it was one he could take. Not when he knew the price he'd have to pay if it failed. He wasn't kidding when he said his old man would kill him.
"I can't. I'll get her out when it comes to it, but I can't."
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"Billy, yes you can." He said, moving closer and catching his hands. He squeezed his hands, locking eyes with him. "Because the thing is, something could happen to you. Neil could hurt you, put you in the hospital or...or even worse." He said softly, looking down.
"Please, come on, Billy." He said, leaning in closer to him. "I just want you to be safe and Hopper would be on your side. You and Max. El is his daughter and I know he loves Max too. He would protect you...and so would I."
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Literally. And as soon as he'd healed up enough, he'd been dragged out to this little town and been forced to start over.
"I can't, Steve."
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He sighed, letting go of his hands and leaning back. There was absolutely nothing he could do them. Well, short of telling Hopper himself and then he was fairly sure Billy would hate him. "Fine." He said, shifting and grabbing his beer again.
He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell Billy he was being an idiot. That someone like Neil would never stop and he would make sure Billy couldn't get Max out. He would make sure Billy would likely never see Max again, but he didn't think saying anything more would do absolutely any good.
He just pushed his fingers through his hair, sitting quietly for a long moment and knowing the other was looking at him. Finally he turned, leaning in and pressing his lips against Billy's in a kiss that felt way more final than he wanted it to be. "Maybe someday you'll trust someone else and let others help."
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Maybe it was the part that wanted reassurance that someone cared enough.
It's easy to kiss back but Billy feels like this might be the end. "I did, Steve. I did trust someone. And he left me to face my dad's wrath alone." He reaches up to cup a hand around Steve's cheek, brushing his thumb gently under his eye. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
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"I'm not him. I wish I could prove that to you, but I swear I am not him." He whispered quietly, leaning his face into the touch and sighing. After a moment he pressed his hand over Billy's, trying to keep it there.
"Not as beautiful as you." He smiled sadly, pressing their foreheads together. "Just..." He started, swallowing to try and hold back tears.
"You can always come here. Just know that at least." Even if he felt like the other would never take him up on it. Ever.
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So instead, he just kisses the other boy, cupping his jaw to tilt him just so, deepening the kiss. He hurts, an ache in the pit of his stomach and he knows that he shouldn't be doing this, that he should get in his car and leave but he doesn't have the strength to do so.
"Thanks, Steve."
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He kissed back, pressing in as close as he could before he ended up crawling into Billy's lap. He wanted this, he wanted the other boy so bad and he would take what he could get. Especially if this really was the last time ever.
His fingers slid into Billy's hair, tangling and giving a gentle tug before kissing him again. This time it was deeper, more desperate even.
"Any time, Billy. I mean that." He whispered softly, pulling back enough to stare into his eyes. He turned his head, looking at the clock before looking back. "You've got like...2 hours before Max gets here...."
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"Oh yeah? Got any idea how we can kill time?" He licks over Steve's lips and smirks, pushing away the pain to allow himself to be distracted by the heat in his belly.
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He made a sound at the feel of those hands on his ass. He rolled his hips before kissing him yet again, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. He really didn't want to get up, but he pulled back anyways, standing up and then slowly holding his hands out.
"Lets go upstairs." He whispered, ducking his head a bit. "No one is here. No one'll be here for a while...so its just us." He bit his lip, smiling through it and tilting his head.
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"Oh yeah? That gives me an idea."
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He moaned at each little nip and bit of attention that the other gave him. Once at his bedroom door he just leaned back against Billy for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "An idea? What kind of idea?" He asked, licking his lips.
He turned his head, a smile stretching across his face. He wrapped his arm around Billy's neck, craning his neck so he could press their lip together in a searing kiss.
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"I reckon you can figure it out."
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"Yeah I reckon so." He said, holding him close as he laid back. His hands settled on his hips, stroking before he pushed at his jeans. "Come on. I want you to get naked." He stared up at him for a long moment, just slowly stroking his hands up and down his sides and over his stomach and chest.
There was a moment where he paused, eyes sad even as he smiled. He pushed himself up, catching his chin and kissing him once again.
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He leans into the kiss, sliding his hand into Steve's hair and sighing against the other boy's lips. Billy wishes they could stay like this forever, but he knows they can't.
But he's going to enjoy it while he can.
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He reached down, fingers hooking into his jeans before shoving them down along with his underwear. He kept kissing him, over and over, just wanting to make this last as long as he possibly could.
It took him a moment before he rolled them over, pushing Billy back against the pillows. He settled between his legs, slowly pulling his jeans the rest of the way off before tossing them over the edge of the bed.
He slid his hands up from Billy's hips, over his skin and grasping his wrists before pushing them above his head.
"I love you." He whispered against his lips.
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And then Steve says those words and Billy feels the burn of tears. Not because he doesn't want to hear it, but because they make him feel safe and afraid and overwhelmed all at once and he knows -he know- that, if he let himself, he'd say it back.
Instead, he just kisses Steve, puts everything he can't say into the kiss and hopes the older teen gets it.
Gets I love you too as well.
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He does get it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. He squeezed his wrists for a moment before sliding his hands into Billy's lacing their fingers together as he shifted so they were grinding together. He wanted to draw this out, he really, really did.
After a moment he tugged at his lip, groaning softly. He broke the kiss, panting quietly and pressing his forehead against Billy's.
There was so much he wanted to say in that moment. So much he wanted to promise and ask for. So, so much but he didn't.
He just focused on them.
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"We should shower." Even as he says it, he makes no move to get up.