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It’s the first time Billy is staying over at Steve’s. A sleepover. With his boyfriend.
Their relationship was like the phoenix that rose from the ashes of Starcourt, still new and exciting and Billy is still trying to get his head around the whole thing.
It figures that it took literally dying for Billy to give someone a chance to be close, to actually let someone in for the first time and Steve was the first one in line. Billy still can’t figure out why but he’s not about to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.
Steve was there at every step of Billy’s recovery, the guy spent hours in the hospital just being there for Billy. Steve brought him burgers when he could finally eat solid foods again, he conspired with Max to get Billy’s tapes into his hospital room when Billy couldn’t take the shitty top 40 on the radio anymore. Steve held his hand and wiped his tears when Billy broke down more often than he would like.
It was nice having Steve as a friend and Billy didn’t dare wish for more. Billy didn’t deserve more. So, yeah Billy was content with the way things were, content to push down the dumb crush he’s always had on Steve.
Billy certainly didn’t expect the kiss. He was being released finally after 3 long months at Hawkins General and Steve arrived with a balloon bunch and one of his ever present lingering hugs that never failed to bring a flush to Billy’s cheeks. But this time Steve didn’t pull away altogether and instead gently nudged Billy back an inch, just enough to brush their lips together in the softest kiss Billy had ever felt.
Things were surprisingly easy after that, the way they sort of fell into being together like it was some inevitable conclusion, a cosmic destiny. Billy’s never been the sappy type but it turns out Steve’s the kind of boyfriend who makes him think things like ‘cosmic destiny’, Christ.
They’d never slept together though, well in that way at least. They just hadn’t had the chance.
Neil was gone, thank fuck, but now he shared a bedroom with Max in their tiny trailer and while he thinks his sister has an idea of what Steve is to him (according to her constant teasing) but Billy would rather cut off his own tongue than deal with the confirmation.
Mrs Harrington had flown in after hearing about what went down at the mall and just hadn’t left. Steve has been close to tearing his hair out over it, lamenting to Billy that his parents were usually never home and now, the one time it wouldn’t bother him, his house was now off limits.
So their more intimate moments had so far been in the back of Steve’s car, at the quarry, one very memorable time where they managed to break into the high school locker rooms but they haven’t slept together.
*
Steve’s smile was almost too big for his face when Billy dropped by Family Video on Friday. Max had demanded they do a weekly video night as a family when Billy came home from the hospital, Billy had rolled his eyes at her but he didn’t mind really - plus it helps that his boyfriend works at the video store.
“Guess what!” Steve blurts as soon as Billy reaches the counter.
“Gotta be something good judging by that grin Princess.” Billy couldn’t help but smile back at the infectious excitement on Steve’s face.
“Mom’s gone! She left for Paris this morning, come over tonight? Stay the night with me?”
“Fuck. Really? You’re serious?”
“Yeah ‘m serious Blue, house all to ourselves, fucking finally.”
Billy was sickly giddy with excitement at the thought of curling up in bed with Steve for the first time, it was all kinds of lame really but he didn’t care. Steve had said he’d pick him up for six and Billy had his overnight bag packed and ready by four.
Billy thanks his lucky stars that Max isn’t home, he’d never hear the end of it.
*
Steve picks him up at six on the dot and when they arrive at his blessedly empty house they lose a little time making out right there in Steve’s foyer. Despite the borderline illegal things they’ve done to hook up before, this is even more thrilling and from the sounds Steve is making Billy assumes he feels the same.
Eventually, they curl up on the couch together and watch a movie, pausing intermittently to make out some more. Making out naturally leads to fooling around some and when they are both lazy and sated in the best way, Steve suggests they head upstairs.
Billy all but skips up the stairs, he’d be embarrassed about his eagerness but Steve is stumbling up just behind him like a puppy racing for a treat.
They share a brief shower, rinsing off the sweat and fluids from earlier and Billy curses when he remembers he dropped his bag by the front door when Steve pushed him up against it earlier. Steve leaves him in the bathroom with a quick peck and Billy grumbles on his way down the stairs, he retrieves his bag and Billy is honestly so excited to finally get his damn sleepover he almost misses what Steve is wearing.
A pyjama set. An honest to god Star Wars themed pyjama set. Billy didn’t even know they made them for adults.
“Steve.” Billy can’t not say anything, he tried for all of a second but, “what the fuck are you wearing?”
Steve looks down at himself with a frown. “My pyjamas.”
“Star Wars pyjamas?” Billy can’t help the way his eyes drop in horror to the hundreds of tiny, green Yodas that are currently covering his boyfriend’s legs.
“Yeah!” Steve says, he’s pouting, “Dustin got them for my birthday, they’re cool!”
“Babe. They’re really, really not.” Billy breaks, cackles hard enough to pull on some of his scars, “I don’t know if I can sleep in a bed with a guy in Star Wars pyjamas.”
Steve is really pouting now, big Bambi eyes in full force. “Well, what do you wear to bed?”
“I mean, I dunno sweats? Like a normal guy.” Billy snorts and thrusts his own sweatpants towards Steve, he really does try to gather himself before Steve gets pissed but this is absurd. “Do you have more? A little pair of footsie pyjamas with dinosaurs on them?”
Billy is still giggling when Steve’s eyes narrow and a smirk replaces his pout. Steve crosses the room and fumbles in his dresser for a moment before pressing a bundle of fabric into Billy’s chest.
“Put them on Blue.” Steve smirks, “it’s not a proper sleepover if you don’t.”
“No” Billy protests before he even inspects the clothes now in his hand, “no fucking way.”
“That’s too bad babe, because if you want to sleep in my bed tonight, you’ll put them on.”
And that’s how Billy spent his first night sleeping in his boyfriend’s arms, in fucking Gremlins pyjamas with Gizmo’s stupid face on his stupid chest.
Still Billy thinks, when Steve squeezes him tighter and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, it was worth the wait.
*