Steve’s wearing a yellow sweater the first time Billy wants to fuck him.
And it’s a specific, primal feeling that Billy can point to with ringing clarity, sifting through all the other shit Steve makes him experience. On the court, in class, around town. Bird-boned, perfect fingers leaving bruises all along the walls of Billy’s heart, and.
What he feels for Harrington in that moment--Steve, with his soft rolled hair and his thick, sinful pecks hidden under a pillowy layer of yellow confectioners fabric, it’s so sweet--it zips though him like a bolt of lightening, and Billy wants to fuck Steve.
It’s simple. Easy.
Not sleep with, not make love, but fuck.
Wants deep in the rolling, rifting pit of himself to corner Steve in the parking lot after practice, when the gridlock is empty and the sky is gray and heavy with spring rain.
Billy doesn’t want to have to explain himself. Wants Harrington to just get it. Wants him to know and yearn and crave, the way Billy does, throat clicking around the plea to get his narrow ass pinned to the side of the beamer.
Dick rubbing hot on the maroon-brown paint through his dorky little slacks. Wet spot blooming. That voice begging, whining high in his throat, for Billy to take it off.
To ruck that ugly fucking sweater up under Steve’s armpits. Get his pants and tighty-whities ripped just low enough in one harsh, aggressive pull that Billy can tease at his hole with a finger or two.
Tits on display, nipples shiny and puffy and swollen with the attention Billy gives, until Steve’s breath hitches, drunk on the pressure of his dick hitting the passenger door when Billy spins him round.
Gets his knees knocked apart, gets Harrington’s ass cupped gently in each palm.
And that’s where it falls apart, a little bit.
Primal mixing with the parts of Billy that claw for the warmth of Steve. Of every part of him.
Billy wants to fuck him dry. Wants to make him pay for the fields love that spring like weeds in Billy’s throat. Knows it’ll hurt, that he wouldn’t have the guts to try or to entertain the thought beyond the half-baked image it gives him.
Tears on Steve’s cheeks when Billy slides home. Cock naked save for the layer of Harrington fluttering around him. Adjusting. Steve licking filth into his daddy’s car because he can’t keep it in, cant’ stamp it down.
You’re so big. I can’t take it, you’re gonna rip me open, baby, fuck me open--
Billy will ask if he wants it to stop. Will press his hips to Steve’s ass, pull his hair, say, tell me to stop.
Will roll his hips.
Tell me, princess, c’mon--
“What the fuck is your damage, Hargrove?”
Billy jerks, breaking the surface of his daydream to the sound of a locker slamming open. Closed.
Steve’s watching him from three feet down. Pissed and flushed and embarrassed, like he heard the whole thing. Like maybe he wants it, too.
Billy doesn’t say anything. Blinks. Hopes he’s not pitching a tent--
“You’ve been staring at me all day,” Steve says, letting the sweater fall back into place. “Guy like you’s dangerous when he’s quiet like that.”
“Like that sweater,” Billy shrugs, shooting for nonchalance.
Steve blinks at him, cheeks burning red. “You--”
“Look good. Soft, kinda. Cute.”
The hem of that ugly yellow sweater is bunched to show off the low slung of Steve’s hips.
Harrington’s mouth opens and closes a few times but then he turns away. Ignores Billy’s admission, face and neck so hot an egg could fry an egg on his forehead. Steve pulls the sweater off and strips down to his tighty whities, perfect ass trumped only by the bulge of that cock.
Billy knows he’s packing.
God, Billy wants to lick that strip of skin. Rub his dick all over it, cover Steve’s moles and freckles and tighty-whities in come--
Steve sticks his shit into the locker, and Billy has to turn away. Has to at least pretend that he’s not jonesing for whatever glimpse he can get, so.
Harrington’s locker slams shut and he turns, padding toward the showers.
When he’s gone, Billy feels like he can breathe again.
Until he notices the sweater’s left, dejected, folded on the lip of Billy’s backpack.
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man. this whole thing pisses me off because like. even when people talk about staff having a history of hating trans women, that this isnt the first time, without fail black trans women are forgotten to be included again and again. im not surprised this caused such an uproar when the popular white woman gets deleted. nobody should be, its been that way like forever. some cunt in my inbox got annoyed i called rita a sex worker (lol? okay)
but i mentioned that in my post because so many black trans women have gotten removed from this site for their sex work alone, regardless of if it "broke community guidelines" or not, especially when tumblr live and the ads on this website are so fucking horny. idek what to say rn because like. this wont get as many notes as the posts talking about her will. the exploding car thing is gonna get more attention than the trans women on this site you dont actually care about listening to. ive been talking about how unfair it is to be a black tgirl on this site for years and nobody cares.
i love rita, we talked abit the other day and she's doing fine, dont get it twisted and think i hate her or some bs, she's a big fucking reason im not fucking homeless.
but part of why her deletion got to #1 trending on tumblr for multiple days in a row is that she's white
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PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!
regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!
regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.
gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!
no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!
Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!
honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3
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