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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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billy shows up one night at steve's house plus his parents are there, not to make this unmade they covert him to dinner, steve doesn't know where to stick his face, after dinner Steve's mom sends him to fix the room because too late for mr. hargrove leave, but blly won't let this opportunity to fuck steve when his parents are at home,sleeping right?,i love to think of his mother knocking on the door after hearing a strange noise in question "Steve, are you taking good care of yourself.Hargrove?"

Special thank you to @justsomeonez for helping me with the Italian!

Steve looked frazzled when he opened the door.

His hair was sticking up in all directions from his hands tugging through it. He was in a cashmere sweater over a collared shirt, his khakis neatly pressed. His eyes were wide.

“Hey, Bill. What are you doing here?”

“I believe I had a standing appointment.” He was smirking, leaning against the doorway.

“My parents are home.” He barely had enough time for the smirk to drop of his face before Mr. Harrington appeared next to Steve, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Who’s your friend, Steven?”

“Billy Hargrove, Mr. Harrington, sir.” He gave his polite smile, extending his hand to Mr. Harrington, making sure not to be too firm.

“Has Steven invited you inside, or has he just been staring at you on the porch?” His hand flexed on Steve’s shoulder. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, a move Billy recognized as Steve trying not to cry.

“Yes he did, I’m afraid I can’t stay. Just came to drop of some history notes.”

“And why would Steven need notes? I thought you were working harder.” His eyes were boring into the side of Steve’s head, Steve’s eyes at the ground.

“No, you see they’re his notes. I missed some school last week, caught a pretty nasty flu, and Steve was kind enough to take notes for me. He even got my homework and brought it to me. Helped me stay caught up.” Steve’s eyes were big as he looked at Billy, trying to convey his thanks, Billy go it, twitched on eye in the shadow of a wink.

He heard the click-clack of heels approaching, Mrs. Harrington appearing next to her husband.

“Who is our guest?” Her accent was thick, her smile was warm, but Steve had told him enough for him to know it was fake. He still smiled kindly at her, not wanting to turn on the charm when Mr. Harrington was right here.

“Billy Hargrove, ma’am. Good to meet you.” He shook her hand as well.

“Why are you outside? Stefano, bring him in.” She retreated back into the house, her husband trailing behind. She said something in Italian as she left. Steve gestured for him to come inside, miserably shutting the door.

“I’m very sorry about how shitty this evening is about to be. Nice save with he notes though.”

“It’s okay, Pretty Boy. You know I can charm with the best of them.” He lightly touched Steve’s upper arm.

Steve led him into the informal dining room, because Steve’s house had two fucking dining rooms. He gestures to the place across from his own seat, Mr. Harrington taking the end of the table, his wife seated across from him. Billy was careful to let Mr. Harrington serve himself first, held the plate while Mrs. Harrington helped himself, but went before Steve. His dad can say whatever he wanted, Billy knew his table manners. He figured Mr. Harrington would be a jackass if Steve served himself before a guest.

“So, Billy, I don’t believe I know your family.”

“No, sir. We moved to Hawkins last October.”

“Where did you move from?”

“San Diego, California.”

“Why did you move to Hawkins?”

“My dad got remarried and wanted a fresh start for our family. My step-mom, Susan, has a brother in Indianapolis.” It wasn’t totally a lie, the story Neil had spun for everyone in town. What he left out was catching Billy sucking off the guy from down the street.

“So your parents are divorced then?”

“Dad,” Steve knew this was a bit of a touchy subject, how Neil had told Billy to lie about his mother in this new town.

“It’s a perfectly fine question, Steven.” Steve lowered his eyes again, continuing to push his food around his plate, barely eating anything. Billy extended his leg under the table, bumping his foot into Steve’s who bumped him back.

“My mother passed away when I was eight.” She had left when he was eight, had been driven out by her abusive husband, but Billy wasn’t allowed to tell that story in this town.

“Che peccato!” Mrs. Harrington had put her fork down, staring intently at Billy. “How horrible, so young.” Billy just nodded at her, smiling awkwardly.

Dinner was mostly pretty quiet, Billy being asked a few more questions about his life, his family while Mr. Harrington would toss the odd jab at Steve.

“So you played basketball this year? That’s how you two became friends?” The dishes had been cleared away by the maid, Mr.s Harrington’s wine topped off again.

“Yes, sir.”

“And how was the season? We were so shocked when Steven quit swim team for basketball his senior year.” He gave Steve a pointed look. Steve just fidgeted with his hands. His father was livid when he quit the swim team. Had told him he was throwing away his one shot of college.

But Steve couldn’t even look at swimming pools anymore, couldn’t think of getting in one before his hands started to shake.

“Well our season went well. We took nearly took State Champion, came in second when one of our starters broke his elbow and couldn’t play.”

“Why didn’t we hear about this, Steven?”

“I um, I told you when the state game was. It was at the end of February.”

“I have no memory of that, Steven.” Steve just looked kinda blank. he knew there was no point arguing with his father even though he had told him when the game was, and even called the secretary he was fucking so that she could put it in his date book. “Don’t try to make me look like the bad guy, here.” Steve nodded.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Billy wanted to punch the smug look right off of Mr. Harrington’s stupid face.

“Well, Billy. It was certainly nice to meet you. I apologize, but I have some work I need to finish up.” Billy stood to shake his hand as he retreated to his gaudy home office. Billy got a smug feeling in his gut as he pictured Mr. Harrington working at the same desk he had fucked Steve on not even two days ago.

Mr.s Harrington stood as well.

“It was wonderful to meet you, Billy. Stefano never invites friends over.” Billy didn’t want to correct her, tell her Steve invited him over just about every night.

“Good to meet you as well.” She smiled at him, turning to Steve again.

“È troppo tardi perchè il tuo amico guidi fino a casa sua, accompagnalo in una delle stanze per gli ospiti.”

“Sì, Mamma.” Steve nodded at her. She wandered off in the direction of the master bedroom, again, Billy got a kick of knowing he had debauched Steve on that California King bed. “She said it’s too late for you to drive home and told me to make up a guest room for you.” He followed Steve up the stairs, keeping his distance until they reached the safety of the deserted hallway near his bedroom.

Billy pulled Steve to him, planting little kisses on his neck.

“God, I was really keepin’ a lid on it. I just wanted to vault the table and fight your dad.” Steve huffed, a little laugh as he batted Billy away.

“I’m glad you didn’t. He definitely wouldn’t hesitate to press charges.” Steve went into one of the guest rooms, mussing the covers on one side, slapping the pillow a few times. Billy raised an eyebrow. “Plausible deniability. In case someone comes in and you’re not here. Just saw you went to the bathroom, or something.”

“And why wouldn’t I be in here, Pretty Boy?” Steve just raised an eyebrow, leaving the room for is own. Of course Billy followed, locking the door behind them.

Steve was stripping off the second the door was shut, wiggling out of his neat khakis, leaving his expensive sweater on the floor, throwing the shirt near it. He was completely naked by the time he got to the bed, spreading himself out on it and giving Billy a dark look.

“You still wanna take the guest room?”

Billy was on him in a second, kissing all over his skin, careful not to leave any marks, knew Steve would get a lot of shit for it the next day.

“Gonna fuck you so good, we’ll both forget about your parents.” Steve moaned as Billy took him in hand, giving a few dry pumps. “Gotta be quiet though, Princess.” Steve nodded, eyes wide. Billy smirked wickedly, shoving Steve in half and lowering down, attacking his hole with his tongue.

Steve muffled his noises with his hand. Billy knew he could barely hold himself back from shrieking, had decided to play a little game with him. When Billy added another finger, his leg jolted at an odd angle, knocking several knick knacks off his bed side table with a loud thud.

They both froze, staring at one another for a second.

There was a rough knock on the door, followed by the doorknob rattling in it’s place.

“Stefano, va tutto bene lì dentro? Ho sentito una botta.” Steve was red as Billy stifled a laugh in his thigh.

“Sì! Sto bene! Sono solamente caduto dal letto!” He whimpered slightly as Billy started kissing his way up hi body, grinding his hips into Steve’s, one ifnger circling his rim.

“Allora cerca di essere più attento nel sonno”

“Sì, grazie Mamma. Buona notte!” They could hear her clacking dow the stairs, waited until they could no longer hear her footsteps before Billy sat up, grinning. Steve slapped his chest.

“She was right outside and you were doing stuff, you asshole.”

“You know how hot it gets me when you speak Italian, Stefano.” Steve slapped his chest again, pouting.

Billy kissed the pout right off his lips.

Italian translations:

"It's too late for your friend to drive home, show him to a guest room."

"Are you okay in there? I heard a noise."

"Yes! I'm fine! I just fell out of bed!"

"Try to be more careful in your sleep then."

“Yes, thank you, Mom. Goodnight!”

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