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Steve pulls away from the tantalizing kiss, he’s panting heavily–-breathless, and his lips are already verging on the edges of swollen and abused.

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, a frantic and feverish cadence, as he opens his eyes to look at him. Billy Fucking Hargrove. 

"What if someone sees us?" He can’t help but ask this question again as fear and adrenaline course through his veins all the same. 

He places a hand against Billy's chest to pause the other boy in all his eagerness when his words don’t seem to register with him. 

Billy only rolls his eyes at the expressed concern, or maybe at being interrupted, before he blatantly disregards Steve’s words and proceeds to crush their lips back together in a haste. 

"Don't tell me you're scared, Stevie," Billy says this against his lips, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease-- teasing, while his teeth clash sharp and hot against his lips. It’s filthy and makes his stomach swarm with something warm and sweet. 

Billy’s hands feel heavy and hot where they rest against his clothed waist like they're burning through the fabric to imprint into his skin the words mine mine mine. 

With an eye roll, Steve kisses back, not as harsh as Billy but not quite gentle either, and he ends up winding his arms around Billy's broad shoulders for comfortability after a bit of debate on what to do with them. 

"I'm not." He mutters into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut again as he melts. "You sound scared to me, pretty boy." Billy grins before he's lightly biting down on Steve's bottom lip, both his hands squeezing at his waist meaningfully.

Steve gives a small shaky breath of air at this, having not expected that from Billy. 

Subconsciously he finds his hands tangling in Billy's blonde curls, pressing himself closer to the other boy’s chest before he gives the blonde locks a small tug simply because he can. 

He’s awarded a quiet noise from Billy, something crossed between a growl and a grunt. 

With an edge of desperation, Billy deepens the kiss—his tongue all but licking into Steve's mouth, prompting a small moan. 

"You taste good." Billy breaths out heavily, before he’s griping Steve tighter and yanking him impossibly close. 

Steve lets out a satisfied murmur at Billy's words from where he straddles him, his ass practically in Billy’s lap and legs starting to burn from the awkward position of where they sat in the driver seat of his Camaro. "You taste like strawberries and cigarettes." He responds in kind before he's moving to kiss along the expanse of Billy's jaw. 

Billy hums in acknowledgment at this, tilting his head further back to allow Steve more access to his jaw and neck. "Never would have taken you for a good kisser but those lips can do a lot of great things, huh?" Billy asks, his hands slipping down to take a handful of Steve's ass. 

Steve playfully nips at Billy's earlobe, "These lips can do so much, you don't know the half of it." He whispers before he's kissing down to Billy's neck. 

"Mmm, maybe you can show me one of these days." He mumbles distractedly, untucking Steve's shirt before slipping one of his hands into the front of the boy's pants and brushing his fingertips over the waistband of his underwear– teasing and promising.

Steve's breathing hitches in slight surprise but he continues to kiss along Billy's neck, sucking and biting as he goes. The risk of being caught combined with the placement of Billy’s hand was just enough to make him hard in his tight denim jeans. 

"Is that for me Harrington?" Billy says this with a stupidly smug smirk stretching across his face when he feels the hardened length bulging against the confinements of Steve’s underwear for himself. "Jeez, I've barely even touched you." He adds just to be the asshole that he always is and embarrass Steve. It of course works.

Rolling his eyes at the comment, "Don't flatter yourself." Steve scoffs, hiding his now flushed face in the crook of Billy's neck. "It happens all the time, nothing special." He grumbles. "Mhm, if I knew it was so easy to make you blush I would've shoved my hands down your pants a long time ago." Billy teases before pulling away from Steve so that he can kiss his lips again. 

Despite himself, Steve kisses back immediately, eyes falling shut as he moved his hands to rest on Billy's chest, feeling the other boy's muscles flex beneath his shirt. 

Slow but surely, he trailed one of his hands down the firm chest and to Billy’s belt where he stopped, giving it a small tug as if to ask for permission. Billy only hums into the kiss, "Take what you need." He exhales, voice low and raspy. His hand is still inside Steve's jeans but it makes no move to touch or tease even. 

It nearly drives him insane but Steve is a man on a mission, and so wordlessly he unbuckles Billy's belt and slowly slides a hand of his own into the other boy’s boxers, beginning to palm him. Though, he couldn't quite help the small needy whine that fell from his lips as he moved to grind himself into Billy's hand. If Billy wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he’d simply take it.

At the contact, he hears Billy give a groan before his fingers are finally dancing over the bulge in Steve's boxers, but like before he makes no actual move to further relieve him and Steve is starting to think it’s because he likes to see him squirm. 

"You're so dirty, Harrington." 

He knows that this is Billy’s way of daring him to speak and actually ask for what he wants but he refuses.

Steve ignores the taunt and only continues to palm Billy before he's giving a few small strokes, starting from the head so that pre-cum coats his long fingers and then working his way down the length of it, all while staring down at him with needy eyes. His lips part as he squirms, silently begging for any kind of friction as he moves his hips forward, trying to chase the feeling. Finally, perhaps taking pity on him, Billy takes Steve into his hand but doesn't stroke, only holds him tightly in his hand to stop any and all friction. Asshole.

"I want to hear you beg, baby." He says, voice rough as he nips at a spot along Steve's neck with his stupid sharp teeth.

Steve feels a shiver go down his spine at Billy's words, loving the way he called him baby. The way the word rolled off his tongue so pretty. If he kept that up, Steve would do just about anything he asked for. 

And he knows what Billy wants to hear, knows that it’s more than just begging. And Steve is weak, especially when it came to Billy and his stupid fucking pet names that made him want to melt and come apart in his arms.

"Please, d-daddy I need this." He begs quietly, pink pooling in his cheeks as his tone reaches low and desperate.

"Tell me how bad you need it, baby, tell me." Billy moans, swiping his thumb over the head of Steve's cock teasingly, the digit smearing pre-cum. Steve feels his lip tremble as he bites back a moan of his own, not wanting to be too loud. "I n-need it so bad, please." He manages to whine out, his other hand stroking at Billy's cock. 

"What do you want daddy to do? You have to use your words." Billy gives a grunt as Steve continues stroking his cock. "I want daddy to stroke me." Steve whimpers this, none too proud of it, as he stares at Billy, stroking him faster. "Please." He pleads for extra insurance, cock twitching in Billy’s hold—demanding attention. It was almost painful. 

Satisfied with this, Billy places a gentle kiss against his throat before he begins to stroke Steve at a steady pace. 

"Ask and you’ll receive."

Steve lets out a shaky moan, throwing his head back in pure bliss. 

"Fuck." He breathes out, matching pace with Billy in his own strokes.

“Shit,” Billy echoes at the same time, bucking his hips up and pushing his dick further into Steve's hand with a moan. Eagerly, he strokes down Steve's shaft faster, picking up the pace. Steve can feel the knot that grows in his stomach with each stroke, he leans forward and buries his face into Billy’s shoulder–-panting and moaning all the same. 

"I'm getting close." He breathes out, embarrassingly enough, his other hand burying its fingers in Billy's hair. 

Billy’s breath fans across his neck hotly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Me too." He agrees, rocking his hips forward while also timing his strokes with the thrust of his hips. Steve pants out broken moans, sweating as he felt himself getting closer to the edge, and moving his hand in sync with Billy's thrusts. 

"At the same time?" He asks, voice shaky and uneven. He feels Billy nod his head rather than sees it, the other boy chasing after the warmth of his hand while kissing and sucking at his exposed neck. 

Steve bucks his hips, thrusting into Billy's hand as he felt that knot in his stomach starts to unravel, his climax right there— "Billy, I'm g-gonna-" before he can finish his sentence he's releasing thick white ropes into Billy's hand, cutting himself off with a loud moan. 

After Steve comes undone against him, Billy’s climax is quick to follow. He shivers against the leather covered seat, relaxing against it more than he was before as his body goes lax with his orgasm. 

It takes him a few seconds but eventually, Steve catches his breath and pulls away, looking for something to clean up with. 

"Please tell me you keep wet wipes in here." He says, face still flushed. 

Billy only lazily lulls his head back against the headrest of his seat, he's looking at Steve through half-lidded eyes now. He raises an eyebrow and takes his hand out of Steve's pants, fingers still coated with his cum. "Who needs wet wipes?" He questions bringing a finger to his mouth and sucking on it. 

Steve stares at Billy, more blood rushing to his face and burning so much so that he’s positive he looks like a tomato. 

"We have to get to class..." He reminds, trailing off but doing the same as Billy does, licking at his fingers almost shyly. 

Billy only settles Steve with a lazy look. "Sorry Princess, but I'm all fucked out. Not all of us can bounce back that, quick ya know?" Billy responds. Steve rolls his eyes once again, "It's not about bouncing back, it's about not failing." He mutters but goes to rest his head on Billy's shoulder tiredly. "I'm failing history."

"Oh, I must be dreaming. Steve Harrington is failing a class? Surely your girlfriend won't let that happen." Billy laughs, effectively ruining the moment like he always did. Steve huffs. 

"I'm gonna leave since you want to be annoying." He says moving to climb out of Billy’s lap. His legs were getting cramped anyway. "I'm pretty sure Nance is looking for me." He adds running a hand through his hair, a sore attempt at fixing it. 

To his surprise, Billy pulls him back by his arm, "I strike a nerve?" And there’s that stupid grin on his face again, he always loved riling Steve up. Maybe it was a kink for him, maybe he got off on this kinda stuff. Nothing really surprised Steve when it came to Billy anymore.

Sadist.

With a dangerous spark to his eyes, Billy brings his thumb up to circle around Steve's mouth with a feather like touch. "You think when you kiss her, she'll taste my cum?" He hums eyes dark with something Steve isn't quite sure he recognizes. 

Yeah, definitely a sadist.

Steve shoots him an annoyed look, trying not to melt at his touch. "Lay off Hargrove." He says this tightly, tugging his arm as if telling him to let go. He lets go.

"This is the last time." He lies, knowing that he always said this. 

Billy licks his bottom lip, tongue poking out in a way that made it hard not to stare. Steve hates the way his eyes track the movement subconsciously. "Sure thing sweetheart, though I thought that closet at Joanna's party was the last time." He says this to taunt Steve, to piss him off, and bait him into one of their arguments. 

"Well, I mean it, alright?" No, he didn't. "It's not fair to Nancy." He adds fixing his pants, making sure he looked somewhat presentable. "I don't wanna keep hurting her, even if she doesn’t know."

Billy only gives a dry hum, the sound nearly bitter. "Whatever you say, Harrington." He says blindly patting at his jacket pocket for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. 

Steve narrows his eyes at Billy, "Just stay away from me." He grumbles before he's climbing out of the car and walking away from the car as fast as possible, hoping to not get spotted by anyone.

Though he can’t help himself and glances back. At the car, Billy lights up his cigarette, placing it in between his teeth, he rolls down his car window and calls after Steve, "Give Nancy a big kiss for me, would ya Steve?" 

Steve flips him the bird, picking up his walking pace, "Fuck off." He calls back to him over his shoulder before he's heading back into the school building through the unlocked side door, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. He knows that outside, Billy is probably cackling to himself in his stupid car, fingers dancing along his steering wheel in utter amusement. 

Steve will be back. 

He always comes back. 

And they both know this.

Steve makes it to his locker just as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. He can't help the small sigh of relief he gives over the fact that he's not late as he opens up his locker, grabbing the mini bottle of hand sanitizer that he kept stashed away. 

He wanted to wipe away all traces of Billy, even his germs. Across the hall, Nancy exits the library looking furious as her blue eyes sweep up and down the hallway for Steve. It doesn't take long before she spots him at his locker and she's all but marching over clearly angry. 

Steve gives a small 'shit' under his breath, quickly coating his hands with the hand sanitizer, rubbing it in just as he notices Nancy stopping at his locker out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, baby." He greets giving her a closed-mouth smile. "Don't 'hey baby' me, where were you?" She asks glaring up at him, crossing her arms over her chest to show her annoyance. "I was waiting in the library for you all lunch hour." She adds, sticking her nose up. Steve leans back casually on his now closed locker, "I'm sorry babe, my mom called the office and had to talk to me." He says apologetically. 

Nancy frowns at his words, a bit of her anger bleeding out of her shoulders before she drops her crossed arms altogether. 

"Is everything okay?" She questions concerned. 

Steve nods, "Yeah she just had to send me some money for food and clothes. My dad and she are gonna be gone a little longer than they thought." He tells her, only half lying. "I didn't mean to leave you hanging." He hates lying to her but lying is so much better than the truth.

"Well, you could have at least told me before." She pouts recrossing her arms. 

"You know we're supposed to be getting your History grade up." She reminds rather defeatedly as if it were her own grade. "I know, you're right," Steve says wrapping his arms around her. "How about I order pizza and we can study, my place or yours?" He hums softly. "Actually, Tina is throwing another party tonight and I was thinking we could go. It's why I wanted to study during lunch. Maybe you could come over before the party and we could study then?" She suggests while wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well I don't know, I have to get ready for the party." He teases with a small smirk. 

"Besides, who wants to study before a party? I'm just gonna forget all of it the moment I get there." Steve points out looking down at her fondly.

"Fine, how about you stay the night at my place and we study in the morning?" She tries to negotiate. 

Steve nods, "Perfect." He smiles leaning down and pecking her forehead quickly. "I'll just jump out the window and knock on the door." He says only half joking. 

Mr. Wheeler could be a scary man when he wanted to be. 

Nancy giggles, seemingly amused by this. "Sounds reasonable to me. The party doesn't start until eight, so you should come to get me around seven thirty." She smiles sweetly, running her fingers through his hair but pausing as she must feel the dampness there from sweat. 

"Will do sweetheart." Steve quickly promises before the bell is ringing, signaling for everyone to get to class. "See you later?"

Nancy nods her head before she’s leaning up and pecking his lips. After, she pulls out of his embrace. 

Immediately after the small peck Steve turns on his heel and starts towards class, a frown on his lips and the familiar feeling of guilt in his stomach. 

 What he doesn’t catch is that Nancy watches him go, a frown of her own beginning to form on her face.

___

Steve enters the overcrowded house first, taking his sunglasses off as he surveys the room, all while still holding Nancy's hand in his won. 

"Wanna get something to drink?" 

Nancy gives a small nod of her head as her eyes track over to the refreshment table but she visibly pauses when she sees two bodies pushed up against the wall right next to the table.

"No decency whatsoever." She shakes her head in disapproval at the display.

Steve shrugs, "It's not like they're hurting anybody." He points out, a bit teasingly, knowing how modest his girlfriend could be at times. "I'll go get the drinks, don't worry." He assures her before he's leaving, heading toward the refreshments. When he glances back at her he finds her sighing before turning when she feels a tap on her shoulder and is greeted by a friend. 

As he draws closer to the table he realizes that one of the people against the wall is Billy fucking Hargrove. 

Great. 

Having not noticed him yet, Billy moans into who Steve assumes is Heather from English class's mouth as he continues to press her up against the wall.

Steve rolls his eyes at the two of them, he can't quite quell his annoyance as he grabs two cups, trying to go unnoticed which was a difficult task in itself when the two were right by the punch bowl. 

Slowly Billy trails his hand up the girl’s thigh, slipping it just under the rim of her dress causing her to giggle–-her hand dropping to his to stop it. "Not here." Steve hears her say, most likely blushing. "Why not here?" Billy responds and then he's lifting his head and looking around as if to prove that no one is paying them any mind when his eyes catch on Steve, aw fuck.

"King Steve!" He announces mockingly, obnoxiously loud with that fucking grin. 

Steve wants to knock it off with a clean punch.

But instead of doing that, he looks over at Billy and glares daggers in his direction. If that wasn’t enough of a sign for him to stay away then Steve doesn’t know what is. He sips from his cup following this interaction, hoping to get drunk and soon enough to deal with Billy. 

So much for unnoticed.

"Yeah it's me, try not to cream your pants." He snarks when he realizes the glare isn’t going to cut it. 

Billy drops Heather's leg from where it had been lifted to his waist before he's unpinning her from her place against the wall. "Go find us a nice room, I'll find you in a second." He tells her with a quick, hard kiss to her lips before he's sending her off. 

Once she's gone, he turns his attention back to Steve. "So where's Nancy?" He raises an eyebrow, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. Steve puts a hand on his hip, "What do you care?" He snaps as he sips from his cup once more, looking Billy up and down one good time. He had to get away from him. Billy laughs at this.

"Chill it, Harrington. It was just a question, don’t get your panties in a bunch."

It was clear that he loved getting under Steve's skin, maybe because it was so easy to do. 

"Whatever," Steve grumbles before he's grabbing Nancy's cup and shooting Billy a glare. He turns to walk away from the refreshment table, not wanting to end up mad. 

"I'll see you later, Harrington." He heard Billy call after him as if he knew he wouldn't be able to stay away. 

"Don't count on it, Hargrove." Steve shoots back before he's making his way back over to Nancy. 

"Here you go." He announces, holding the red solo cup out to her. Nancy takes the cup with a smile, "Thanks, was that Billy?" She questions, eyes squinting at the table. "Yeah, I think he was trying to inhale Heather like she was a cigarette." Steve jokes looking over his shoulder before turning to Nancy. Nancy gives a small laugh, "Of course, it was Billy and Heather, you know I think they'd make a great couple." Nancy snorts, nursing her cup close to her.

Steve nods, "They're both narcissists." He agrees though the statement left a bad taste in his mouth. 

"Maybe if he got with Heather he would stop flirting with everyone's goddamn mom," Nancy adds, eyes now tracking Billy as he disappears up a set of stairs. 

Steve frowns, "He's flirting with moms?"

"Jeez, where's this guy’s limit?" He makes a face of disgust. 

Nancy waves him off, "I think he just does it because he likes to see older women get flustered, that or he's got a total case of mommy issues." She giggles before taking Steve's hand. 

"But enough about Billy Hargrove, let’s go have some fun." She grins. Steve nods and looks at her, "Yeah I didn't style my hair for nothing." He jokes intertwining their fingers. "What do you wanna do?" 

Nancy’s grin turns sweet at the question, eyeing him with a resigned softness, "Dance with me. I like this song." She demands before pulling him over into the crowded living room where everyone else was dancing.

___

Steve sets his now empty cup down, looking around the crowded room of people that were still dancing to the blaring music. 

He had told Nancy that he had to go to the bathroom and now he couldn't find her. Awesome.

He stumbles his way over to the refreshment table with clumsy, unsteady feet. "Nancy." He slurs in a sing-song tone, unfocused eyes searching for brunette curls. He was almost starting to regret trying to keep up with a buddy of his as he found his way stumbling up the staircase, god knows he was a lightweight. 

"Babbbbyyyy?" He drags out as he continues his search. 

And because he has the shittest luck known to man, Billy stumbles out of a bedroom and into his path. Steve stops in his tracks when he notices this, a frown growing on his face.

"You're a dick!" He hears Heather yell from the room before she exits, confirming his theory, holding her unzipped dress close to her chest and rushing down the hall, nearly knocking Steve down in her haste. "And you're a bitch with daddy issues!" Billy shouts after her before he's working to rebutton his red dress shirt back to its halfway point. 

At the insult, Heather turns around just long enough to flip him off, "So are you asshole!" She shoots right back. 

"Come on Doll, you're blowing daddy's buzz." Billy begins to step towards her with a gentler look in his eyes, he hasn’t noticed Steve yet–somehow.

"Fuck you, Billy Hargrove. If you come near me again, I'll have my actual daddy write an article on how you like to choke people." She hisses out harshly. 

Billy only blinks at her, "So what? Everybody likes to get choked at some point. You'd just be sending more ladies my way." He grins cockily and Heather huffs stomping away entirely. 

Steve watches as Heather goes, thundering down the staircase in a fury of anger. His eyes widen, eyebrows drawing up. "Wow, she's angry." He says this to no one in particular putting a hand over his mouth. "I wonder what she's so angry about… maybe I should ask if she saw Nancy." He continues to spiel off unimportant words quietly though aloud as he stares after her. 

"You lost, Pretty Boy?" Billy’s voice startles him— he had forgotten all about him!

When he turns to look over at him, he finds the blonde has his eyebrows raised as he works to zip up and buckle his pants back up. He looks like sex.

"Oh my god, it's Billy! Hi Billy!" Steve happily waves, a bit enthusiastically and totally drunk. 

"He probably just got done having sex. He has sex with pretty much anybody." He slurs as he continues to say what he's thinking out loud. "I have to find Nancy."

 Billy cocks his head to the side and takes a few steps closer to Steve, "You drunk, Harrington?" He questions, tone amused and eyes shining with mischief. If only Steve could realize the trouble he was in now.

"Am I drunk? I don't think so." Steve laughs awkwardly instead as he looks at Billy. "Oh my god, he's so pretty." He breathes out as he takes in Billy's features. 

"But I should find Nancy, does she know I'm gay?" He's talking to himself, still not quite grasping that he’s speaking out loud. 

And Billy looks hesitant. Like he knows he shouldn't do whatever it is that he’s planning to do, that he really shouldn't but he’s Billy at the end of the day. And Billy Hargrove is a selfish asshole who never fails to ruin Steve’s life with his stupidly perfect teeth, perfect curly hair that Steve always wants to touch, and his lips—his fucking sinful lips. 

"Good luck with that, I'm pretty sure she's off somewhere locking lips with that Byers kid." Billy interrupts Steve’s train of thought, and his words feel like a cold bucket of ice water.

Steve frowns. "She is?" He questions, voice small and unsure as he rubbed at his eyes to prevent them from tearing up. "She would do that, again? She said that she wouldn’t talk to him anymore—"

He watches as Billy shrugs.

"That's only what I’ve heard." He responds and it comes out as earnest. 

"You know, it's a small party after all. Word travels fast."

"Is it because of what we did?" Steve asks Billy, now upset. "Does that mean she broke up with me?" He feels a lump forming in his throat. "I didn't care much to ask, but most likely." Billy bites his lip as he says this as if trying to hold something back. 

"I'm pretty sure someone said they heard her say that she's done with that cheating asshole."

At the confession, Steve feels hot tears spill down his cheeks before he's turning on his heel, "I'm going home." He croaks out, his voice weak and cracking. 

Though Billy is quick to close the distance between them, grabbing Steve's arm before he can leave. "Why leave when you could get even with her?" 

This is a loaded question. One that’ll have consequences if he answers. He’s sober enough to understand that much, at least.

Steve only turns to glare at Billy, "Is that what you wanted this whole time?" He snatches his arm away. 

"Alright fine then, go ahead and go home and cry into your pillow like the little pussy you are, while Byers fucks your girlfriend into her mattress because you'd rather be fucked than fuck her yourself." Billy taunts, the beginnings of a smirk on his face. 

"Oops, did I say girlfriend? I meant ex-girlfriend."

Steve continues to glare at him, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Stay the hell away from me." He growls, pissed off. "Try to talk to me again and I'll fucking kill you." He threatens weakly. "Oh sweetheart, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me," Billy responds, continuing to make a mockery of Steve. 

Fed up with his games and stupid taunts, Steve moves closer to Billy, "You wanna say that again?" He stares Billy in the eye, his fists shaking with barely contained anger.

He definitely felt more sober now. Or maybe that was simply the anger speaking.

"What are you going to do, Pretty Boy? Hit me? Do it. Show me what you got." Billy presses, not backing down as he pushed himself impossibly closer to Steve, their noses practically touching now. "Don't call me that." Steve snarls, raising his hands and pushing Billy away from him to make distance. "Call me that again and I'll kick your teeth in." He all but promises. 

"You know what Harrington?" Billy asks, though before Steve can snap his own annoyed response of what , Billy is snatching him up the collar of his polo shirt and then slamming him into the wall behind them with a muffled thud –

"I think you're all bark and no bite." Billy continues, leaning in close again until he’s all up in Steve’s face. He’s smiling, unkindly with an edge of something mean. His eyes are patronizing as they stare into his own and it only makes him angrier.

He wraps his hands around Billy's wrist and stares at him hard, "Let me go." He demands, annoying enough– he feels himself grow hard in his jeans at the way Billy manhandled him against the wall. Damnit . 

"Start making good on your threats, ‘cause all I see is a pretty face that likes to tell pretty lies," Billy interjects instead before finally letting go of him with a hard shove from one of his hands. 

Steve lets out a silent whine at this, praying to god Billy didn't hear it.

"Fuck off, Hargrove." He breathes out shakily, trying to regain his composure before he truly embarrassed himself any further.

"What was that? Can you speak a little louder? I can't hear you."

"I said fuck off," Steve repeats glaring, staring Billy up and down. "You got a problem?"

With a large exhale through his nose Billy finally backs off, giving Steve the space to leave. "Good luck finding your girlfriend." His words are cruel as he reaches a hand down to adjust himself in his pants, totally unashamed. 

Steve stares at him, half expecting him to punch him but moving away nonetheless. He didn’t want to actually test the theory after all. 

"Fucking psycho." He grumbles before he's heading back down the hall. 

"Stay away from me, I mean it." He calls. 

"Whatever you say, Pretty Boy," Billy calls back, staring at him with that smirk on his face and condescending eyes. Steve manages about five steps before he's stopping, regretting what he's about to do as soon as he turns around and walks back towards Billy. 

"I told you not to call me that." He hisses before crashing his lips against Billy's. 

Billy is surprised by the kiss, taken off-guard but somehow not missing a beat as he immediately kisses back, rough and demanding. His hands move quickly to take hold of Steve's waist where he pulls him in closer. The kiss is filthy, full of anger and sharp arousal. It’s suffocating. Steve nearly loses himself to the feel of Billy’s lips against his own, to the frustration of him– nearly .

With some rationality left, Steve pulls away. "People might see us." He cautions as if suddenly remembering this himself before he’s looking around the cramped hallway. 

Billy nods his head at this before he's taking hold of Steve’s wrist and is pulling him into the unoccupied room he had been in previously. 

"You're fucking psychotic," Steve mutters before he presses his lips back to Billy's in a slow kiss that quickly gains momentum. 

The fury of it can almost be mistaken for passion.

"You love it," Billy states confidently into the kiss, while he works to untuck his shirt. 

Steve starts unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, "Yeah right. I can't stand you." He disagrees, pulling away so that he can shrug his jacket off. "Yet you can't wait to get my dick inside you, you dirty little slut." Billy’s words are crude as he stays them into the kiss, unbuttoning his dress shirt for the second time tonight hastily. "Says the one who fucks a different person every night." Steve quips back as he kicks his shoes along with socks off and starts yanking at his pants. 

"Ouch baby, you're hurting my feelings," Billy says sarcastically as he drops the shirt to the ground. And Steve tries to ignore the ache that the pet name sends straight to his dick. God, he was weak.

"And just so you know, you're the only one I'm fucking tonight," Billy adds before he's back on Steve. 

Steve scoffs, "Just tonight? Wow, I feel so special!" He responds just as sarcastically. "I'm probably not the only person you fucked in the last twenty-four hours." He snorts before he's wrapping his arms around Billy's shoulders. "As much as it pains me to admit, you are Harrington," Billy admits as he begins to kiss along Steve's neck, just the way he liked. 

"Heather wasn't my type." 

He’s trailing the kisses downward. 

"Brunette? Narcissistic? Big rack? Sounds like your type to me." 

Steve is melting against the kisses, face turning red and knees going weak. 

"I thought you liked them dumb." 

"Careful Harrington, you're beginning to sound jealous," 

Billy bites at his neck with sharp teeth that have him hissing in both pain and pleasure. 

"Besides, she cried when I choked her." Billy is the one to continue the conversation, pulling away only to admire his work. " I didn't even squeeze." He mumbles distractedly, before he's trailing his hand up Steve’s chest, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake, and bringing it up to his neck—to wrap around Steve's throat lightly. 

"But you Steve, on the other hand, you love it. Don't you?" 

Steve feels his face flush and dick twitch at the contact Billy provides. It’s fucked up but he did like it. And so he gives a small nod. "Yes." He answers obediently, staring at Billy with anticipation. 

"That's my type," Billy whispers this solemnly as if the words were spoken genuinely and only for Steve to hear. And then he’s bringing his lips back to his and kissing him deeply while applying the faintest bit of pressure to his throat.

Steve kisses back urgently, his eyes fluttering shut as he held onto Billy's arm with both hands. 

He desperately moved his lips against Billy's, licking at his lips for entrance. Billy moans into the kiss before pulling away and shoving Steve onto the bed, all in one swift motion.

Steve stares at him, biting down on his lip as he waits patiently for the instructions to come.

Billy stands over the bed for a moment, maintaining eye contact with him as he unbuckles his belt and undoes the zipper to his jeans. His eyes are low and dark in a way that makes Steve’s stomach swoop. Wordlessly, Steve hooks a finger under the waistband of his own boxers, looking at Billy for permission. When Billy nods his approval, grabbing a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and kicking off his shoes along with everything else, Steve pulls his boxers off and tosses them to the pile with the rest of his clothes. 

He’s now fully exposed. 

Looking back up at Billy, a blush takes over his features as he crosses his arms over his chest, trying to hide himself rather awkwardly. Slowly Billy climbs into the bed, hovering above him with both his arms on either side of his head, sort of caging him in. "How you wanna do this?" He hums, thoughtful almost.

 Steve feels his breath catch in his throat at the question and all he can do is nod, not wanting to look too eager. His erection throbs the longer he stares up at Billy and nothing actually happens. Still speechless, his eyes trail down Billy’s body. God, he was so hot.

 If only he could keep his pretty mouth shut sometimes...

 "That's not an answer." Billy interrupts placing a gentle kiss to Steve's lips and then unexpectedly biting down on his bottom lip. 

Steve winces at the burst of pain before groaning. "However you wanna use me." He answers, leaning up so that he can kiss at Billy’s jaw and give it the exact same treatment, "I'm yours, daddy." He whispers the last part, the word still feeling like an oddity on his tongue. It was a peculiar thing that he found himself enjoying just as much as Billy did–no matter what he said.

"I like the sound of that, good boy," Billy responds gruffly, eyes half-lidded and darkened with arousal—then he's moving off Steve completely.

"On your hands and knees." He demands. 

A bit pathetically, Steve scrambles to his hands and knees, shuddering at the lack of warmth that Billy’s body hovering over his own had provided. He stays silent as he awaits Billy’s impending words. 

Out the corner of his eye, he watches as Billy reaches over towards the nightstand that's beside the bed. He digs around for a bit, fingers undoubtedly fumbling in the barely lit room, until his hand catches hold of a container. Vaseline. He stares at it for a moment before tilting his head to the side in a nod. It will have to do, Steve thinks to himself as he watches Billy pop open the cap and scoop a generous amount out with two of his fingers. 

"You look pretty when you’re bent over for me–when you’re begging me to fuck you." He swears before he's back over him, circling Steve’s rim with a delicate but precise finger. And before Steve can respond, he’s easing a finger inside him without warning. 

"I wish the whole basketball team could see you like this." He murmurs softly, just as Steve lets out a shocked gasp, his hole clenching down around Billy's finger. "Fuck." He breathes out quietly, fist balling at the sheets on the bed. Billy smirks at the reaction, thrusting his finger deeper into Steve.

"King Steve bent over like a bitch in heat and it's all just for me." He leans down and breathes the words hotly against the back of Steve's neck as he eases his finger out slowly before moving it back in at a faster pace. 

 Steve grinds against Billy's hand messily, mewling and begging silently. Billy's hot breath makes him shiver, his skin prickling as he speaks up. "More, daddy." He whines, sounding needy even to himself, nearly coming undone by just one of Billy Hargrove's fingers. 

"I want to hear you beg louder." Billy exhales against his neck once again as he stops his finger's movement altogether. "Please, daddy." Steve whimpers out, begging louder than before. "I need your fingers." He all but cries, needier than before. Billy hums at this, taking his finger out, purposely brushing it against his hole but not easing it back inside. 

"Tell me how bad you need it."

"I need it so bad, so so bad," Steve whines, his voice shaky as he begged. "Please, please." He pleas, voice hoarse. 

Billy grins, a bit maniac as he presses a kiss to the back of Steve's neck and finally, finally eases two fingers back inside him instead of one. Steve impatiently pushes himself back against the digits, moaning as his eyes roll to the back of his head at the new sensation. 

Billy brings his free hand up to hold Steve's waist, pinning him in place. "I didn't tell you you could move. You take what I give you, you understand?" He states firmly, halting the movement of his fingers once more. Swallowing hard Steve gives a small nod, "Yes daddy." He responds obediently, staring up at Billy and not daring to move an inch. 

Slowly and torturously, Billy begins to move his fingers again, even adding one, and then promptly picking up the pace as he sees fit while letting up on the grip of his other hand. 

Steve lets out shaky, broken moans as his fist grip the sheets tighter, his knuckles going pale with the pressure. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand to his erection and looks over his shoulder at Billy, "Can I, daddy?" He asks, pleading with soft eyes.

"No, you're not touching yourself at all tonight. After what you've done today you'll be lucky if I even let you cum untouched." Billy answers, quickening the thrust of his fingers, angling them to hit deeper.

Steve chokes out a moan, squirming for a moment before he reminds himself of Billy’s words. You take what I give you. "W-Why?" He stutters out as he grips the sheets tighter tighter, his eyes shutting as his face scrunches up. "Because daddy said so," Billy growls, taking out his fingers and tearing open the condom with his teeth. 

Steve groans at the empty feeling he’s left with once Billy removes his fingers, a small pout growing against his lips. 

Nonetheless, he waits patiently and obediently.

 With a steady hand, Billy pumps his dick a few times until he’s able to slip the condom down his hardened length with ease. 

 He takes another scoop of the Vaseline and begins to stroke himself again. "You stretched enough?" He asks this around a moan. Steve gives a hesitant nod, "Yes." He answers, technically not lying, though unsure if he really was.

"I’ll go slow," Billy promises as he lines himself up with Steve's entrance.

Steve nods, "Okay." He agrees, biting down on his lip as he prepared himself to take Billy. 

True to his word, Billy pushes just the tip in nice and slow. Steve moans at the pressure, head dropping down to the sheets. With a large and warm hand gripping at his waist to keep him steady, Billy inches in deeper and deeper until Steve feels like he can’t breathe because he’s so full. 

He stays there for a moment—buried deep inside Steve, as if he were trying to make himself a home there. The stretch of it burns and Steve struggles to find his breath against it, exhaling harsh breaths through his nostrils. It feels like too much, too soon and it hurts, yet it hurts good. It hurts so damn good.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Billy instructs, his hand massaging at his waist and lower back if only to help him adjust. It’s a kind gesture that has Steve feeling a little more complicit than usual.

He shudders, fist gripping the sheets and he exhales deeply just as Billy pushes in as far as he can go—bottoming out.

He’s shaking now, trembling as whimpers spill from his lips. Billy stills his hips, still buried so deep inside of him that he’s sure if he were to touch his stomach he’d feel him there. And it’s clear from the lack of movement on his part that he’s trying to allow Steve the chance to adjust to his size. It’s sort of kind in a thoughtful way, Steve would maybe even say it was a bit gentlemanly if they weren’t currently secretly fucking in Tina Frayer’s guest bedroom.

Maybe.

After a few seconds, he licks his lips and finally speaks. "I'm ready." his voice trembles around the words.

"You sure?" Billy asks because he wasn't a total asshole and had some limits with his bed partners Steve had come to learn.

In response, Steve gives a nod. "Yeah..." He assures as he lets out a deep breath, his grip finally loosening on the sheets. 

Gently, Billy eases out just a bit before he thrusts his hips forward slow and steady. He gives a bitten-off moan at his own actions, the sound nearly animalistic. It shoots straight to Steve’s dick which was currently throbbing and aching from how hard it was. He needed friction and he needed it bad--

Steve can’t help but moan softly, his back arching and nails digging into the bed as a shock travels down his spine. The angle Billy was currently working sent heat to his stomach and electricity sparking down his spine. The feeling was indescribable, no words that could come out his mouth would ever be able to explain it. Euphoria came to mind but so did ecstasy and still, neither felt like enough.

"Shit." He cried out before another moan ripped through him. 

Now more sure of himself, Billy uses both of his hands to grip at Steve's hips, and with the newfound leverage, he’s able to rock him back in time with his own thrust. 

With each thrust, Steve’s moans grow louder and at some point, he’s almost positive that he’s actually seeing stars. 

"Harder!" He begs desperately, wanting more more, so much more. 

And it’s clear that at the plea, Billy nearly loses himself. 

“Oh fuck,” He moans before all courtesy is dropped. He pulls out entirely, earning a whine from Steve for doing so before he’s flipping Steve over onto his back and slamming right back in with his arms on either side of his head. Steve shouts at the abrupt manhandling before it’s all drowned out by a sharp cry of relief when Billy fills him up so good again. He abandons the sheets he had previously been gripping in favor of moving his hands to cling at Billy’s board shoulders. They hold eye contact for a moment and it’s intense. He only realizes now just how scary Billy’s light blue eyes are up this close. There’s something dark hanging around the edges as he stares back at Steve, his lips slightly parted and letting out the prettiest sounds.

His hair is a mess, ruined by sweat and vigorous movement, and yet it still frames him in a way that makes it impossible to deny his sex appeal.

 "Good." Steve barely manages to whimper out, biting down on his lip so hard that he nearly draws blood when the urge to scream grew to be too much. "So good." He pants out, chest heaving up and down rapidly. 

At the praise, Billy smirks briefly before his mouth is dropping back open in that same bout of pleasure, his eyes fluttering to a close–long eyelashes framing his flushed cheeks in a way that’s almost sinful. “You’re so tight baby, feels real nice.” The blonde all but slurs, intoxication swimming in his eyes when they open to meet Steve’s again. And Steve nearly cums right then and right there. But instead, he turns his face into one of Billy’s arms to hide his blush, and then when he feels that same spark of electricity running up his spine– he bites. 

Above him Billy groans something fierce, cursing up a storm, as his hips stutter and arms shake for a moment. “Aw fuck sweetheart.” He grunts, a bit strained and helpless.

"I'm getting close." Steve swallows hard, grunting when Billy picks up the pace of his hips and takes hold of Steve's cock, stroking it in time with his thrust. 

All thoughts of rationality leave Steve once Billy’s hand is on his dick and he moans, god he moans so fucking loud, and rocks his hips into the thrusts practically overwhelmed by the pleasure, so much so, that his body actually starts to shake from it. Thankfully Billy is quick to lean down and crash their mouths together, effectively quieting his less than graceful mewls.

“I know baby, I know.” Billy pants softly when he pulls away, “But you gotta be quiet–”

"You fuck me so good." Steve interrupts, before a stream of senseless babbles spill from his mouth, all about good and more and please. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop—right there, please Billy— Daddy please, right there.” He babbles nearly incoherent, nails digging into Billy’s back. His orgasm is close–so close that he can feel it building in his stomach. "I got you," Billy promises around a desperate moan of his own, his words tremble and his eyes screw shut again as he evidently tries to help Steve reach his climax before he reaches his own which they both knew was close. 

The thrusts of his hips become sloppier, less controlled in their range. Even the stroke of his hand becomes a bit lazy. But with effort and determination, Billy slams his hips forward roughly, aiming deep and he hits it. He hits the spot that sparks hot with electricity.  

Steve releases into Billy’s hand with a scream he has to bite his bottom lip to silence, his vision going blurry as his orgasm took him. 

He holds onto Billy tighter, his body shaking and trembling through the best of it. Billy is quick to follow him, hips stuttering recklessly before he's spilling into the condom.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Steve chants out with a ruined shudder, his face and chest completely flushed as he licks his lip. Billy drops his forehead down against Steve’s shoulder, arms trembling as he struggles to keep himself from falling into a boneless mess against Steve. It takes him a while before he musters up the strength, pulling out of him while panting harshly. He flops down into the space beside Steve, sliding the condom off with a grimace before he ties it and carelessly tosses it in the direction he last saw a waste basket. 

Steve watches as he wipes his messy hand on the bed sheet before his eyes are back on Steve, his body nearly melting into the mattress as he bathes in the afterglow. 

Steve pants just as hard as him, struggling to come down from the high of his own orgasm. He looks away from Billy and stares up at the ceiling as his fogged-up mind finally started to clear through the haze of amazing sex. 

He takes a few seconds until his breathing evens out, and he looks back at Billy. They lock eyes again.

"Last time?" The words are out of Billy’s mouth before Steve can even say them.

"You and I both know that's bullshit," Steve responds bluntly, no longer entertaining their stupid game of lies.

"Is it true? Nancy and Jonathan?" He can’t help but ask hardly a second later, hoping for honesty. The question comes after his post-orgasm clarity. 

He watches as Billy brings his arms to rest behind his head his gaze turning up to stare up at the ceiling.

"Probably, I don't know. I didn’t hear shit though, I made it up." He admits. 

He should have known better. Better than to let Billy play at his weakness like that.

Billy Hargrove was selfish with an agenda, an agenda to fuck Steve whenever he wanted. Of course, he would do and say whatever he thought he had to, to meet that agenda.

He frowns deeply at this, sitting up.

"This is exactly why I fucking hate you, you play with people’s emotions." Steve narrows his eyes into a glare as he stares at Billy. 

Billy is unfazed by this, scoffing out a laugh, "Oh please, if you really cared, you wouldn't be in this bed next to me but in Nancy's next to her." He spits out, voice cruel and mean. Nothing like five minutes ago when he was inside him, calling him baby and sweetheart all sweet and attentive. 

Steve sighs to himself, running a hand through his ruined hair. "Why do I do this to myself?" He asks before turning his attention back to Billy. "It's not about caring, I mean I care for her as a friend but that's it."

"The fuck are you telling me for? Do I look like a relationship counselor?" Billy stares at him and there’s a flash of something in his eyes— anger and hurt.

Though that doesn’t make sense. He has no reason to be angry with Steve or hurt by him. After all, he was the one who said cruel things after tender intimate moments, not Steve.

Almost as if trying to backtrack and cover up the random fit of unnecessary anger, Billy speaks again. "Listen, Harrington, my advice would be to dump her prudey ass. Don't lead her on, no one likes to be led on." 

Steve rolls his eyes, "No you were right the first time. Why the fuck am I even talking to you about this?" He snaps, standing up and quite literally wobbling over to his pile of clothes embarrassingly enough. He struggles to slip back into his boxers. "I get it, you couldn't care less." He dismisses, snatching up his pants next. Now it’s Billy’s turn to roll his eyes as if he hadn’t been the asshole in the first place. "I gave you my advice. Take it or leave." His words are nonchalant as he sits up in the bed. 

"But I don't suggest doing it anytime soon," There’s a smirk on his face as his eyes hound in on Steve’s neck and he realizes that he’s admiring the reddening bruises he left along Steve's jaw and neck. 

"I don't think she'd be too happy seeing those." He adds, referring to the hickeys and hand-shaped bruises that were his own mark of ownership.