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"You reek of cigarettes," is the first thing Steve says after closing his front door behind Billy.

"Yeah like you're so perfect, pretty boy," Billy says all nonchalant, and Steve wonders if the charming twist at the end is intentional or not. Perhaps something closer to a bad habit.

It warms his cheeks all the same, hearing Billy call him pretty boy, princess, Stevie - he doesn't know how to handle it, why it feels different than when girls call him handsome. But it's why they're here now, alone in his house, the camaro parked far down the street as if to avoid suspicion.

Just because they’re not rivals anymore doesn’t mean they’re friends either, Billy has made that ardently clear. Yet here he is, his golden curls perfect, the cologne strong and quickly filling the entire entryway, filling Steve’s lungs as he inhales deeply to calm the nerves, but the musky scent only jostles them even worse.

“So are we gonna stay here all night or are you gonna show me to your bedroom?” His tone is mean and abrasive, but it’s working.

Steve feels like a goddamn virgin on prom night, which he kind of is, in this foreign territory. Both from having Billy in his home, and soon in his bed, if he can muster the courage to get that far. And if he can do it before Billy changes his mind, although from his attitude it’s clear he’s already got one dirty boot out the door.

“Y-you want anything to drink, or?” He fucking stuttered. If the ground could open up and swallow him whole, that would be fantastic right about now.

“Nah, don’t need to liquor me up for this, Harrington, I already said yes.” Billy grins, all teeth and confidence. “Do you need a drink? You look nervous.”

Why is Steve finding it embarrassing that he’s being that transparent? This is all he’s been able to think about for weeks, all he’s been dreaming about, too, ever since he brought it up. Billy’s hands, his lips, his arms, his… everything. And now all of that is just a few steps away; blue eyes watching how increasingly red Steve’s face is getting.

“I’m… fine,” he eventually says with a bit too much force behind it, as if he’s still trying to convince himself. “Let’s just… get to it, yeah?”

Steve’s quick to turn away from how enchanting Billy’s eyes are, how dearly he wants to swim in those crystal clear lakes forever, a deep rooted willingness to drown there as well, how breathtaking the view.

“Hold on a minute,” Billy drawls, and then his hand has found Steve’s, pulling him closer till their bodies stand flush in the well lit hallway.

The hand that smoothly moves to the small of Steve’s back sets him aflame, the heaviness of it as it keeps him near an odd sensation of undeniable delight, and while he stares with wide eyed awe, Billy gazes near longingly through his lashes, his eyes occasionally dipping down to Steve’s lips that parted in a gasp.

“You have to relax,” he coos, his words ghosting across Steve’s mouth. “I want this to be an enjoyable experience for the both of us.”

Billy is a giver, that much is well known across town. Girls often rave about how long Billy spent going down on them, how attentive he is with his fingers, how spellbinding his kiss is.

“B-Billy…” Steve’s voice barely above a whisper as he with every inhale gets a mouthful of Billy’s intoxicating mixture of cologne and sweat.

“That’s right, pretty boy.” Billy smiles like he’s won something, all smooth and prideful, leans in closer till their noses touch. “Say my name.”

“Billy…”

To say the kiss lives up to its expectations is almost an understatement, as it leaves Steve breathless with knees like jelly, threatening to give out as he’s lost in this heavenly bliss. He can’t help but sigh into their embrace, something almost akin to a moan as they share a rare moment of calm and quiet together, yet the air remains statically charged with the sexual tension they’ve both been fighting for months.

Steve was drunk at a party when he off-handedly made a comment about how hot Billy is, shirtless in the summer night, how every girl would fight for his attention, how some guys might too.

Billy was barely even tipsy as he grinned at that remark, asking, “Are you one of those guys?”

And then Steve nodded, and it was clear in the way Billy leered that that changed something right there. A simple drunken comment would change their dynamic forever, and while Steve had almost been convinced it was a dream, the way Billy had winked the day after was proof enough.

But Billy had been quick to make it clear that they weren’t gonna start dating, that he wasn’t gonna woo Steve to sleep with him. They were either gonna do it or not, nothing more to it.

Yet now it feels like it could be more, as Steve swings his arms around Billy’s shoulders to keep him close here. The kiss is loving and adoring, it tastes of promises that he’s all there is left in the world, that Steve is the only guy to be found that is deserving of this. And maybe that’s exactly what all those girls felt, too, but does that really matter in the moment? To Steve that sounds like something he can worry about when he’s alone again.

For the way Billy’s hand smoothly circles around Steve’s lower back gets him hard at an exhilarating pace, and the way he can feel Billy’s own fat erection press into him is rousing to say the least. He can’t help the roll of his hips that elicits a thrilling moan.

“Fuck, Harrington,” Billy purrs, “See what you do to me?”

He takes a step away, the emptiness between them now kills Steve a little inside, but the glorious sight of how Billy reaches down to stroke the outline of his steely cock makes up for the discomfort of lacking body heat.

“Jesus Christ, Billy,” is all Steve can breathe out in his aroused haze.

It’s near magnetic, the way Steve finds himself drawn to Billy, the way he finds himself down on his knees, the throb of his trapped erection louder than his heartbeat as he kneels before Billy, now at an eye-level with the tenting of his jeans.

Hesitation lasts only a second, as a gentle hand in his hair comforts him, pushing away any worry of judgment that if he manages to move past the belt and zipper, it might not be incredible. Steve’s never blown any guy before, kissed a few, sure, parties tend to go wild and teens tend to get bored, it happens. But this? This doesn’t “just happen”, no it’s thought about, it’s considered heavily, if not planned. And it’s embarrassing to admit that he has tested those capabilities with a banana or two in the past, but having the real deal now almost seems daunting.

“You don’t have to,” Billy says eventually, pulling Steve back from where his mind had wandered off to.

He looks up at him, eyes so blue and honest in their reassurance that it settles Steve’s nerves even further about this. “I want to, just… don’t expect anything spectacular.”

“Zero expectations,” Billy huffs out in a laugh and Steve can’t help the smile that blooms at that wonderful sound.

So with all his courage and confidence gathered in his hands, Steve unbuckles the belt, lets the zipper run free, and is immediately faced with Billy’s girthy, veiny cock. No underwear, just his bare, perfumed flesh right before Steve’s own eyes, and he swallows in an attempt to calm the few remaining nerves.

“Are you… wearing cologne on your dick?” he asks without looking away- how could he possibly look away from this waxed-clean, heated skin.

“Yeah,” the blonde grins victoriously, “Gets the girls wet and wild.”

Not just the girls, Steve admits to himself. It’s odd, sure, but also kinda charming? It’s hard to explain, but at least it doesn’t reek of sweat. Although maybe he had kinda hoped for that, his mind is a blurry mess right now, and as he is lacking in words…

With one slightly shaky hand he reaches forth and grabs on to the leaking prick he’s eye to eye with, and gives it a tentative stroke, where his effort is met with a deep, guttural moan.

“Good.”

And it does wonders in the form of encouragement, making Steve stroke slightly faster. Whenever he gazes up to see how he’s doing, Billy is staring right back, eyes blown full with lust, barely blinking as if he’s worried he’ll miss the action before him.

“Spit in your hand for me, baby,” he suggests, no, demands with that sweet and doting cadence when he speaks.

Who is Steve to deny that? He knows from personal experience the difference, and should really have thought of that to begin with, but he was too busy to get to the action. So he brings his palm back and spits onto it.

“That’s it, ah,” it comes from above as he starts stroking the pulsating flesh again, getting it nice and slick.

Is it weird that he’s practically salivating at this? At the prospect of getting to taste the salty precum of another man? He assumes it’ll taste like his own, because why wouldn’t it, yet Billy’s seems far more delectable in theory, and perhaps in practice, too.

So it is with a deep inhale and a throbbing erection that he takes the other man in his mouth. It’s… salty, and he can kinda taste the cologne, too, he thinks, but most important of all is how good it feels. Great even. The velvety foreskin, the smooth head, the hole as he runs his tongue across it. The taste is off putting, truth be told, but the rest of it makes it all worth it, especially the way Hargrove hums with pleasure and strokes Steve’s hair, urging him on. So he dares go deeper, lower, closer to the base. Not quite as far as a banana can go, but definitely far enough to satisfy the other, and as he pulls back with his cheeks hollowed, the hand in his hair pulls and out comes a loud,

“Arh, fuck yeah, Harrington, that’s the sweet stuff.”

Steve can’t help it when his own hand reaches down to press against his own trapped cock to alleviate some of the building burden.

“Hold on, Stevie boy, let me just get comfortable, yeah?” Billy shows impressive self restraint as he moves his hips till he’s free from Steve’s lips, who unintentionally pouts and looks oh so disappointed.

He stays on his knees as he watches Billy move further away, sitting down on the stairs, legs spread wide and inviting, even more so when the blonde starts stroking himself. And with a finger wag he growls,

“Come here.”

Nobody could possibly refuse such a welcoming gesture, and staying on all fours Steve crawls toward those spread open thighs, trying his best to look sexy whilst doing so, but frets that he just looks plain silly. But the way Billy smirks, nothing matters more than that flash of white teeth, and suddenly Steve doesn’t care how he looks.

As he comes near, the lifeguard extends one leg till his dirty boot is pressed against the tented crotch of Steve’s expensive levi’s, undoubtedly getting mud all over the denim, but when Billy rolls his ankle and foot, an embarrassingly loud moan is forced forth from the brunette’s pretty pink lips.

“I want you to take care of yourself, too, pretty boy. Show me how much I turn you on.”

Steve nods frantically and with hands of equal excitement he tears through his belt and zipper to free himself with a delighted sigh, as he with the still slick hand pulls out his throbbing erection in the gap of his underwear.

“That’s it, baby, stroke yourself.”

It’s as if the rather gentle commandeering makes it feel better, or perhaps it’s those crystal clear eyes that stare with an insatiable hunger that just drives Steve mad with lust. He strokes far too fast far too soon, moaning and grunting his way to a building orgasm, when all too rudely Billy uses the toe of his boot to swipe Steve’s arm away.

“Take it easy now,” he laughs slightly, “Wait for me a little, yeah? Come closer.”

Steve does as told, and crawls as close as he can get before the bottom step of the staircase hinders his progress.

“Good boy.”

He blushes. He fucking blushes. First the stuttering and now this, fuck his life, fuck Billy fucking Hargrove.

“Looking so good like this, all hard and eager for me.” Billy leans forward, tenderly runs his hand through those lucious brown locks, then tightens a fist, making Steve groan out in unadulterated lust. “Don’t ever forget who made you like this; like a bitch in heat.”

The coming kiss is cruel and enchanting and Steve melts into it, feels his dick give a lively kick where it stands tall between the two.

“Now, get to work, Harrington.” And he releases him from his grasp before slumping back onto the stairs, resting like a king on a throne, as comfortable as he can get at least.

Steve can’t explain exactly why, but he practically jumps at the chance to have Billy’s girth in his mouth again; feels a strange loss without it. And when it’s heavy back on his tongue again, it feels like home, like it belongs with him. Billy just… has a magic about him. Steve gets it, he gets what all those girls were raving about whenever he managed to be within earshot.

“Fuck, Stevie, that’s good. Sure you haven’t done this before?” Billy tips his head backwards, resting it on the next step, hand in Steve’s hair as he guides him back and forth.

Steve hums in disagreement, insisting that he hasn’t done this before, but man… he’s definitely willing to do it again and again and again, if Billy will let him.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Billy is practically moving his head like a puppeteer, it’d be hard to focus both on moving his hand and mouth at once, and he lets himself get dragged along, from base to tip, as deep as he can go till it gets hard to breathe. He strokes himself faster and faster, matching the rhythm that Billy keeps, as the blonde moans and groans louder and wilder.

All the way till he cums down Steve’s unprepared throat, who does his best to swallow every bit of it, yet some still manages to drip down from his chin. And when Billy finally lets go of the brunette, he falls backwards and coughs from the rougher treatment he got.

And Billy’s fucking laughing, heartily, running a hand through his perfect curls, grinning from ear to ear with a most satisfied glow to his skin. “Damn Harrington, you do that better than those cows at school.”

Without another word between the two, Billy’s on his knees now, too, pushing Steve’s legs apart. “Let me take care of you now.”

Steve can’t do anything other than give half a nod before Billy’s lips have closed around his cock. “Ah! F-fuck, Billy,” he practically shouts as the other bobs his head so deep he gags around the impressive length.

It’s kinda violent, a bit too eager perhaps, and while it isn’t the worst blowjob he’s ever had, it sure has a lot of teeth. But that’s who Billy is. Spit and teeth and cigarettes and cologne on his dick. It’s kinda bad, but also kinda amazing, he might even grow to like the roughness of it, and truly he shouldn’t have expected anything else from the rat king of Hawkins High.

“Fuck, don’t- oh, don’t stop,” he whines, the orgasm building faster than with any girl he’s ever been with, and it is undeniably because of the fact that it’s him, Billy.

“Billy Billy, ah shit, Billy,” he mumbles his name incoherently, and with every word the blonde hums around him, sucks harder, faster, better.

Billy guides Steve’s legs up and over his shoulders as he sucks dick like it’s a contest and he’s too afraid of losing, the underwear surrounding the engulfed cock getting wet and sticky with the mix of drool and precum that leaks endlessly till the final bow and Steve’s cumming hot and heavy down Billy’s throat, who drinks it all up like it’s his favorite flavor of milkshake.

And boy is Steve loud as he orgasms, legs tensing around Billy’s head, voice echoing throughout the empty mansion that would surely startle any mice or rats awake this late. He keeps moaning and huffing even after Billy has released him from his hold, as he lays flat on the ground gasping for air after what can only be described as a magnificent orgasm, and Billy looks so proud of himself for it.

“That good, huh?” He wipes his lips and sucks his thumb clean.

“I think I saw stars,” Steve admits all too readily.

“Well then what I’m about to do to you is gonna blow your mind, pretty boy.” Billy stands up, and offers a hand to the far too exhausted brunette. “Now how about you show me to that bedroom of yours?”

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