tightjeans | •open post•

Billy wasn't just drunk.

Billy was fall into the fire, off his ass, going to be wishing for death tomorrow drunk.

And King Steve? Wasn't paying attention to him the way he wanted him to. The more he was ignored, the more he tried to get his attention. But instead, all he got was the attention of the girls from their classes and it wasn't what he wanted. They were falling over themselves to get his attention and he just. Wasn't. Interested.

He was trying to get Harrington's attention but as he stumbled over what he was trying to say, the other teen walked away. Frustrated, he followed with a grumble, trying to finish off his drink in the process.

"Harrington! Hey, Harrington! I'm talkin' to you!"

Steve made a sound, growling before scrubbing a hand over his face. He'd walked away from the bonfire, heading out into the woods in the direction of where everyone had parked their cars. He finally turned once he couldn't really hear much coming from the party itself. "What the hell do you want, Hargrove? You've been messing with me all night! You want to kick my ass again? Come on! Just do it and get it over with!"

He snapped the words, standing and straightening, ready to at least try and fight back. His jaw was tight, arms crossing over his chest for a momebt before dropping to his side in a huff. He was tired of the other constantly messing with him.

"Jesus, Harrington, if I was gonna kick your ass, I'd just do it!" Like he had back at the Byers' house.

It's the way Steve let's out a huff and seems to deflate all of a sudden that does it and before Billy knows it, he's off on a tangent.

"Do you know what it's like to have to look at you all the damn time? With your perfect hair and your perfect smile and those brown eyes that sucker you in and make you think everything is gonna be alright even when it's a shit show! You're so fucking beautiful and I fucking hate it! I can't stop thinking about you and your stupid face! And it's unfair! It's so fucking unfair!"

"Then what the hell is your problem!? Why are you still messing with me?"

He blinked as Billy started going off, staring at him in absolute confusion before taking a step back.

Wait, did the other boy... He blinked, blushing a bit at the compliments, even if the other boy didn't quite mean them the way he was saying. "So...the reason you won't stop fucking with me is because you...like me? What?"

"What?! No! That's not..." Except that was exactly what he'd just said. He'd just told the other boy that he liked his dumb, beautiful face. He'd told him he thought he was beautiful!

Jesus, he was a fuck up!

Might as well dig his grave.

"Yeah, whatever! Take it however you like!"

Steve was still extremely confused, staring at him before shifting a bit from foot to foot. He really wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Why...why didn't you just tell me that before though?" He asked, tilting his head. He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"You're an idiot, Billy Hargrove. But...you're a cute idiot."

"Oh yeah, 'cause we all live perfect, happy lives where we can just tell other boys we think they're hot!" The face he pulls is a nasty twisted look that doesn't last because then Harrington is calling him an idiot and he closes the gap between them and snags the colour of his shirt.

"The fuck d'you just say to me?" Oh, wait. He said he was cute. The hold loosens and Billy seems to fumble for words, mouth opening and closing a few times.

The small smile that had been forming dropped immediately when the other teen grabbed him and on instinct he flinched. He waited for the fists that he just knew were coming.

But instead Billy's hold loosened and he slowly exhaled. He stared before suddenly making a decision, grabbing Billy and pulling him hard until he could press his lips against the other boy's.

Billy freezes at the feeling of Steve's lips against his but it only lasts a moment before he get's his bearings back and he's returning the kiss with the ferocity of a dying man finally getting a drink of water. He nips at Steve's lower lip and wraps an arm around his waist, backing him into the nearest tree.

He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Maybe he'd expected Billy to shove him off, hit him, god only knows. Maybe he'd even thought Billy would kiss him back...

But he hadn't expected the other teen to kiss him back with such heat and passion. He gasped into the kiss, groaning as he is backed up. He grunted when his back hit the tree, arching away from it and pressing their bodies together as he pulled the man closer.

Billy is so drunk he can barely walk in a straight line, but he can definitely tell that this is something they both want.

Steve is so responsible and Billy shoves a leg between his thighs to try and get him to make whatever noises he can ring out of him. One hand, the one that had been gripping his shirt, comes up to fist in his hair, tugging gently.

He groaned louder at the thigh between his legs, grinding against it. His hands slid beneath Billy's shirt and jacket, pushing over his slick skin as they kept kissing before he pulled back, panting.

"Fuck, Billy..." He breathed, staring at him and licking his lips. "We...um. We should get out of here..."

And isn't that noise just one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard? As per usual, he's wearing his shirt unbuttoned so far he may as well not be wearing one with his leather jacket thrown over the top and the heat underneath it makes Steve's hands feel almost chilly.

"Yeah. Your place."

He nodded, pulling him into another kiss, this one just as hot and passionate as the last but much shorter. He pulled back reluctantly, biting his lip and staring.

"C'mon. My car. No way in hell you're driving like this." He grabbed his wrist, looking around before pulling him the rest of the way through the woods and to his car.

Steve kisses him again and Billy leans into it easily, letting the other man drag him towards his car, feeling him up and laughing as he does, biting at his neck when he can.

"Bossy already and I haven't even gotten you naked yet!"

"Think you like me being bossy." He teased, getting in his car and waiting for Billy to get in as well. Once he was, he pulled away and sped down the road to his house.

They made it with no problems and he pulled into the garage before looking over at Billy and smiling. "Home sweet home. You gonna do something about it now?"

"Yeah? Think I do, Harrington." He gets into the car and immediately reaches his over to put his hand far too high up on Steve's thigh, smirk firmly in place on his face.

Climbing out of the car, Billy ducks around to open Steve's door and drag the other boy out of the car. "Take me to your room and I will."

He laughed when he was dragged out, sighing and grasping at Billy's hips for a moment. Then he grasped his hand and pulled him inside. "Oh you wanna see my room, huh?"

His smile was wide and bright as he pulled Billy upstairs and around the corner, pushing his bedroom door open. He shut it behind them, locking it and raising an eyebrow at the other boy. "All alone now."

As soon as the door is closed, Billy's grin turns filthy and predatory and he pushes him back against it, biting his way into Steve's mouth. The kiss is forceful and demanding, but the grip he has on Steve's hips is surprisingly gentle; he won't bruise him again.

Unless he asks for it.

It was like he was just melting, loving being pushed back the way he was, kissed the way he was. Billy was making him a mess and he would beg for it even more if he had to.

He moaned, arching away from the door before grasping at him and trying to pull him even harder. "Bed. Fuck, bed now. Now please..."

Billy does as he's told, dragging Steve to the bed and making quick work of their clothes.

After, they lay beside each other, Billy's arm under Steve's neck and holding him close, nose pressed into his hair.

"Not bad, pretty boy."

He shifted, turning more before just laying his head on Billy's chest with a chuckle. "Is that all you're ever gonna call me?" He asked playfully, looking more than sated as he looked up at the other teen.

He stretched up, pressing his lips against Billy's and sighing softly as he melted against him. After a few moments, he laid his head back down, perfectly content to stay like that.

Billy shifts so he can wrap his arm around Steve's shoulder and hold him close. "Until the day it stops being true."

He chuckles softly before pressing a kiss against Steve's forehead before returning the kiss he offers. Billy is also content to stay like this, at least for now.

Steve was so relaxed, body tired out and sore in all the right places. His arm curled around his waist, holding him close as his eyes started to slip shut. "M'tired." He murmured, yawning before getting comfortable.

"Just...stay the night. With me. Its gonna be Saturday. Just stay with me." He breathed, voice going quieter.

It's easy to pretend that they can have this, that they can stay there and enjoy each other's company for the night and Billy wants to let them have it.

But he knows that come morning, the illusion will be over and this will end.

But they can have it tonight.

"Okay."

for steve - [babysitterwithabat]

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