#lookin at the ground asking ‘really’ as a whisper and Billy laughs and Steve’s smile drops for a moment thinking it was a all a joke

[catharrington]

1. Cream in my coffee

2. Honey in my tea

3. Rum in my cola:

Steve’s not in the best of shape to hit a party the next night, less than 20 hours from his walk of shame and he’s sporting bruises on his wrists and a migraine— but he’s a high school senior. Even if fallen from grace, has to keep face. Even if the only thing he’s had over the entire day was a couple cups of tea with way too much sugar dissolved inside the mug.

Steve knew if he drank on an empty stomach it wouldn’t take long to get drunk, and a part of him is counting on it.

The stainless steel kettle is still out on his stove top. The lights leading to his kitchen are all still flipped on. He doesn’t want to touch anything. Doesn’t want to disturb the cloud of cigarette smoke and bad boy attitude Billy left lingering when he came and went. Steve doesn’t touch anything for those 20 hours because it will feel too much like he’s trying to hold Billy’s hand.

Instead, he stayed in his room, washing his skin until it rubbed red and then washing it again. Running his fingers through his hair to work his organic, name brand product in fresh. No more somber burnt coffee feelings of itchy bed sheets on his skin.

Steve comes out of his bathroom with a towel tied low on his hips. He traces his hands over the back of his desk chair where he laid out Billy’s jacket. He didn’t ask to keep it, also didn’t offer to give it back. Just kept it.

That night, when he decides he is going to keep face and show up at the graduating class’ senior year bash, he reaches for the jacket again to slip it on. It goes on much easier than in the Camaro where he gingerly grazed it over open wounds. Now the marks on his wrists are sore purple and black, and less burning red, but he’s happy to have the longer sleeves to pull down. To cover up.

He backs his expensive BMW out his driveway, he flipped all the lights off so his house looks decrepit, abandoned, as he pulls away.

Tina’s house is big, not as big as his, but big enough to come to a party and go unnoticed if you tried hard enough. Steve’s plan was to swim in, drink some beer and mix it with harder liquior to get him drunk faster, say a few short quips to make someone anyone laugh, then leave where he came. Maybe stumble home and find a sickly grey, dripping blood from the knife edges of teeth it calls a mouth, demogorgon he can sink his boiling anger into.

But now, he felt along the floral wallpaper as he made his way to Tina’s kitchen. He gets there and wraps his hands around the bottle of a chilled beer right from the fridge when the remote control hits pause.

“Thought I might find you here,” a voice dribbles down the back of his neck like burning alcohol. “I’m happy you got home safe, Steve.”

The long sleeve shirt Steve picked for the night feels too high up on the collar for him now. Feels choking and painful as he hears that voice again. The voice that was disappointed, not mad, even when Steve wanted to fight.

“You gonna look at me?” The man asks. An uppity tone to his voice. Makes Steve whip around his head to level him with a glare. The bruises on his wrists move with how hard he’s gripping the neck of his beer bottle. If it was any weaker, if he was any stronger, he could shatter it in his hands.

“What’s to look at?” Steve says quiet. They’re mostly alone in the kitchen. But the fluorescent lights are much brighter than any light that should shine down on their relationship. “I told you yesterday, I’m finished.”

The guy sighs out, stirs his mixed drink he’s nursing before he pushes it towards Steve down the counter. Steve doesn’t touch it, doesn’t even think of touching it. If the little gesture has done anything, it’s been to make his teeth grind down.

“You’re really gonna throw this away,” the man says smoothly, scooting close as his drink.

“Yeah,” Steve flicks dark brown eyes from the drink to the man’s face, “I guess I’m just not cut out for what you want.”

“You don’t know that until you try. Experiment-.”

“We tried plenty, decided I didn’t like most of it,” and Steve’s vision doesn’t waver even if his voice slightly does, “decided I didn’t like you.”

The guy swallows thickly. Takes his plastic cup and takes a swig long and loud. He’s obnoxious in the way he gulps it down, licks his lips to chase the dark liquid from the corners of his mouth, and leans in close enough so Steve can smell the mix on his lips. Rum and cola, the easiest fucking thing. The cheapest fucking thing. He’s had it at lots of parties, now he just feels sick about it.

“Back off me, man,” Steve whispers.

“Don’t be scared,” he slurs, reaching one hand that isn’t swirling his foul smelling drink and uses it to cup over Steve’s arm. Slides his big hand down around his wrist, squeezes denim into bruises, drawls out a hiss Steve doesn’t have time to muffle. Squeezed again when he figures it out.

Steve yanks out the hold quickly, pulling his arm back to his stomach to protect it, the other one pushing his beer bottle between them as if that’ll protect him. Maybe he will smash it over this guys head. Maybe he’ll smash it over the counter and use the sharped neck to carve away the mold growing over this guys skin.

That would take all night, so Steve only throws a glare before he’s moving off the counter and into the party.

He gets lost in the waves of people on people, grinding and pushing and laughing and drinking all together. Steve bumps against a guy, dark hair and freckles on his face, gets a plastic cup poured down his shirt for his troubles. But Steve isn’t listening to the empty threats. He scowls, shoots a “fuck off, Tommy,” before he keeps going.

Ends up on the back porch, the nighttime air trying to curl it’s fingers into the warm denim of Billy’s jacket. It doesn’t stand a chance. But there are real fingers chasing the air. They wrap around Steve’s wrist again and again dig into his tender skin. He’s got the beer bottle still in his hand and it swooshes around as he grips it like he’s ready for a fight.

But when he turns around: it’s Billy, Billy Hargrove, curly blond hair and dark eyelashes. Groomed brows drawn to a straight line of worry on his face. His hand drops from Steve’s wrist quicker than Steve can drop the beer bottle with a clatter to the ground.

The amber liquid pours out like honey between the wooden deck to the grass below.

“Gonna take a swing at me?” Billy asks. His voice humored, gentle, infuriatingly relaxing.

“Don’t touch me, Hargrove.” Steve warns.

Billy holds his hands up in the air. He’s wearing a new jacket, soft brown leather that’s worn almost down to the thread, thankfully, he’s not missing his denim jacket that got adopted out too much.

“You can take a swing, I won’t punch back. But you’ll be stuck on full nerd car ride duty if I die so good luck with that, Stevie,” he says with a wink.

Steve doesn’t reply. Just glances around the porch until he finds a rail to lean against.

“Hey,” Billy keeps his soft voice low.

He follows Steve with the moonlight midnight blue dancing on his dark tanned skin. He lays a hand over Steve’s shoulder. One hand goes to touch his jaw so lightly Steve’s thinking he’s imagining it. Until Billy’s thick fingers slide up the bone and curl behind his ear. Tangled with the longest parts of his hair. It’s too familiar, far too familiar, for what little they are. But Steve can’t help but lean into the touch.

Coming to the party was a bad idea. He’s got half a beer in his stomach and a drink spilt down his shirt, and Steve’s already feeling sick enough to purr under Billy’s touch.

“What happened?” Billy asks. Steve doesn’t reply, lets his eyes slide closed and his skin soak up the warm fingers.

“It’s not... God- it’s not some monster shit again?” Billy’s voice is hushed.

Steve doesn’t know how to reply. No, he wants to say, of course not, but with the clawing rage building inside him mixing stiffly like a cheap drink with the fear he felt as he ran out of the kitchen; maybe it was a monster.

He doesn’t get to reply though, before the screen door to the porch is creaking open behind them.

“Steve?” the man, monster, calls out for him.

Opening his eyes, Steve sees the wild back of Billy’s hair, curled tight and sticky with hairspray, and golden, so fucking golden, in the single naked bulb on the porch. Steve doesn’t have to see him to see him. He’s been on the receiving end of Billy’s glare enough, just last night before he got in the Camaro. It makes his toes curl in his socks.

“Glad I found you, babe,” the man leaves the door open, the pollution of light and noise spilling out over Billy’s gentle touch. Turns his shoulders rigged. Steve wants to cup them as comforting as Billy did to him last night, but he can’t. Only holds his own hands, his bruised wrists in his cold fingers, while he watches.

Billy doesn’t step aside, says, “what’s it ya lookin for, buddy?” while blocking Steve’s view like a wall.

The man catches himself for a second, he’s older but not by much, not by enough. And nothing the rum in his cola wouldn’t have equalized. “Steve,” he groans annoyed, “let’s go, we need to talk this out. Like two adults.”

And that gets Steve’s skin itching, scratchy, wants to rip a bat hammered through with nails into something soft. “There’s nothing more I have to say to you, oh- except maybe one thing: fuck off!”

“Don’t be immature about this-,”

“Didn’t you hear him?” Billy doesn’t let him finish. Cuts off that tone of disappointment like he was made to do it. Sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. He sits up on the railing just enough to see the man over Billy’s shoulder.

He notices the way the open door let a few curious eyes gather. One red flushed freckled face and curly red hair stand out. Steve looks between Tommy and Carol and Billy’s lip turned up into a snarl.

“Pretty boy here said fuck off, bitch,” he snarls, dog like, and each word is angrier than the next.

Tommy smiles wide, Steve recognizes that more than he should. And it’s familiar in a familiar painful sort of way. He wishes he was back in his kitchen away from all this. With the Billy who made him tea. Now he’s with Hawkins High tip of pyramid, wolves looking out for their pack with the same fervor they have to taste blood on their fangs.

Steve doesn’t know if this is about him anymore, a part of him knows it is, a part of him wants to think Billy is doing this singuarilly to defend him, but a shadow from his past is creeping in the open doorways yellow light smirking as if it knows better.

“Let’s go, Billy,” Steve says. He’s tired of thinking so much. Exhausted from it. Just wants to sink into leather Camaro seats and upturn the collar of Billy’s jacket and smell again. “Let’s get out of here,” he repeats, stepping forward to get a hand on Billy’s back.

“Oh! You’re not going anywhere!” The man slurs out as he zeros in on Steve’s hand, but those were the wrong words.

Quicker than Steve can think through his headache, quicker than the man can see through the haze of alcohol, but just as fast as a high school student’s hyena laughter; Billy’s hand balls into a fist and cracks against bone.

Snap, and the man is lurching backwards, his hands flying up to cup around his nose. Blood pours down his face and between his fingers red like the plastic cup he dropped on the ground. More dark brown liquid sloshes around his feet.

Billy moves without mercy. He scoops the man up by the collar of his shirt, yanking him to attention, getting real close.

“No one tells me what to do,” he hisses.

Steve can’t fucking take it. He reaches forward again, this time getting a fist in Billy’s jacket and pulling the fabric tight to get his attention. Feels like he’s pulling on a wild animals leash but he keeps pulling.

“Let him go, Hargrove, he’s not worth it,” he tells him what to do. Voice quiet under Tommy’s laughter and Carol’s cheers.

“Let’s go,” Steve presses the point of his sharp nose into the soft spot behind Billy’s ear, whispers right to him.

It’s easy as pressing a button on the other boy. Billy drops the man heavy on the ground. Listens to Steve above all the noise. He turns into the touch, allows it when Steve’s hand slides from where his jacket is bunched in the back and down to his wrist.

Steve wraps his hand around Billy’s wrist and pulls.

They stumble together down the steps of Tina’s back porch. They stumble together across the dark grass in the middle of the night and search blindly for a baby blue Camaro. Billy finds it first, pressing his overheated skin against the chilled metal. Steve walks around the front, leading with his hands over hands across the hood to keep his balance. They drop into the leather seats. Steve takes a gulp of air that’s just as satisfying as lighting up his own marlboro red.

The engine starts to life, vibrating under his ass and pushing the blood through his slug stiff veins. Billy growls along with it. Throws his head back. His curly hair flattened on the back by his headrest as he opens his pretty mouth wide to holler. One hand gripping the wheel is skinned on the knuckles, blood just starting to drip out.

Steve lets his head fall back same as Billy. His chest heaving as hard as it was in the boys locker room showers, when his vision was orange glow and California sun kissed skin. And all he could think about was how mustaches feel when you kiss them.

Billy turns to him. Smug smile on his face. Trying to get a rise out of him.

“How’s that for fighting monsters, pretty boy?” he shouts.

Steve takes a second to breath. Closes his eyes and opens them slow just to make sure he’s got his head on right. Then he replies, “I fucking love fighting monsters with you, Billy,” and he means it.

#billy: i like hitting things #steve: yeah bae i know ur lucky ur hot #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #my fic #harringrove fanfic #steve/billy #check this shit wont show up in the tags lol #but hey here ya go i finished it!!! #will likely post to ao3 later sorry it got so long lol

[definitelynottony]

“Santa” “Baby”

[Also on A03]

It was the weekend before Christmas. Some no name Billy didn’t know invited him, Tommy and the whole class to a holiday party he was throwing.

“It’s an open house guys! Just come and bring people with you. I’m getting a couple kegs, parents are outta town. It’s gonna be sick!”

“Sweet man. Yeah we’ll be there, right Billy?” Tommy too eagerly nudged Billy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

Billy responded nonchalantly. He was almost always down for a party but his current attention was heavily fixated on the tall brunette laughing from up the hallway. He wanted to know what was so funny. That Wheeler girl was with him and Byers so it couldn’t have been anything too entertaining.

“Hey, so uh who else is gunna be there?” Billy’s gaze returned to the boy Tommy was still chatting it up with.

“Not sure man, the whole grade probably”

“Think Harr- whole team, basketball team will be there?”

“Yeah dude, teams always lookin’ for a party.” Tommy jumped in. “Why?”

“Nah no reason. Just wanted ta know if there’s gunna be people I know. Still don’t know half the class man.”

“Well everyone knows who you are so problem solved.”

Tommy over the last few months of Billy starting Hawkins high has become his own personal cheerleader. He was a pocket sized confidence boost and one of the best wing man Billy’s had. But god he could get on his nerves.

Like right now for instance, Tommy turned to wave off no name and then-

“well look who it is! The King bitch himself. Hey Harrington is it true you’ve been having threesoms with creep and creepett. You swing both ways now?”

Tommy H. Called out and taunted Steve Harrington as he made his way past them in the hallway. Steve’s eyes still watery from laughing. Billy saw him coming before Tommy noticed him; Billy’s eyes just had a habit of finding Harrington on reflex.

“Oh fuck you Tommy.” Steve seemed to be caught off guard but he bit with venom. His eyes shifted from Tommy to Billy and back to Tommy.

Billy’s eyes just studied the brunette. He was taking a backseat to whatever this situation was. Although the blonde would admit getting Steve worked up was becoming a favorite pastime of his. He wasn’t too sure how he felt watching Tommy getting a rise out of him but fuck it, cause seeing Harrington’s face contort like that was too good.

“You’d like that huh? Sorry to disappoint Harrington but I don’t swing that way. Guess you’ll have to find Byers if you want some dick.”

“Holy shit Hall I swear if you don’t shut your mouth in two seconds!”

“Awe did I hit a nerve Stevie ?” Tommy H crooned sarcastically.

Steve’s fists were growing white and his jaw clenched. Billy was now inclined to take a front seat position on the conversation. Maybe it became too close to home? But he was putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder giving it a slight pull. Which made both boys stop and look back to the blonde.

“Alright-alright ladies, yur both very pretty. And as entertaining as your lover’s quarrel is I got shit ta do and yur both in my way.”

Billy’s eyes flicked up to the brunette’s just in time to see them go wide for a second. It was enough for him to lick out a grin; he patted Tommy’s shoulder

“I’ll see ya at the party man.”

“Yeah alright Billy, see ya later.” Tommy dismissed him.

Harrington had already taken his leave while Tommy was distracted by Billy’s parting words. Which left Tommy with nothing else to do but go find Carroll and get ready for the party.

Billy found himself walking behind Steve, casually, they were both just heading to the parking lot. Being a Friday made everyone eager to leave the prison that was high school. Steve didn’t seem to be one of those people however. He seemed pretty bummed actually, head hung kind of low and his hands were in his coat pockets. Billy lit a cigarette and puffed out a couple drags.

“Hey pretty boy.” Billy appeared to Steve’s side passing him the cigarette.

The brunette looked at him but continued walking on “I’m not in the mood for any of your shit Hargrove.”

“No strings or bullshit attached. Scouts honor.” He smirked insisting him to take the smoke which finally Harrington did. He took a long hit from it, kept the smoke in for a beat; passing it back to the blonde at his side and released a steady stream of smoke above him. Billy happily took it back.

“Don’t let him get under your skin man, he ain’t worth it.”

“Are, are you trying to be  nice to me right now?” Steve asked shocked.

“Hm. Guess I am. Tis the season fer miracles after all.”

Billy laughed a bit and nudged himself against Steve’s shoulder. “But seriously dude, Tommy’s all talk. He’s always chewing off my ear with shit like ‘Steve and I go way back he use to be the king’ and 'I don’t get why Steve doesn’t just come back and apologize’ . He’s seriously just pining fer yur attention.”

“Yeah then why does he have to say shit like earlier? I mean it’s not cool. If he wants to bust my balls there’s a lot of other shit he can dredge up.” Steve stuck out his hand and reached for the cigarette again.

Billy obliged. “Don’t know man, maybe he’s the insecure one?”

“What? You think he likes dick?”

“I’ve heard of crazier shit.”

“Yeah, so have I, I guess.”

They both laughed and passes the smoke back and for until Steve reached his car first. Billy was still a few rows back. They stood in front of the driver’s side door for a bit, Billy shuttered when a December breeze swept in. A leather jacket (especially with almost nothing underneath) only keeps you so warm.

“You know if you wore more clothes you wouldn’t be so cold.” Steve piped up as he stamped out the butt on the blacktop.

“Yeah, probably, but then everyone would be missin’ out on the show.” Billy grinned around his tongue and used his hand to emphasize his unbuttoned shirt.

Steve’s eyes followed the blonde’s hand, trailed down the strip of skin that showed his chest and a tease of his abs. Nothing Steve hasn’t seen, hell, he’s seen Billy naked in the gym showers. But he’s never blatantly looked at the blonde, some glances here and there but never so openly before. Steve knew Billy knew what he was thinking about it or he wouldn’t have said

“Like what ya see Harrington? Told ya, it would be a shame ta cover up if it means you wouldn’t be lookin’ at me like that no more.”

And Steve cheeks grew dark, he could blame it on the cold but they both knew his face wasn’t that red a minute ago. Steve’s gaze quickly shot up to meet Billy’s again before dropping it all together to look at the ground. Steve knew he was bad at hiding his shit. That’s the reason him and Nancy got together in the first place. She took one look at him and could see his damn heart eyes for her. What could the kid do, he was born with his heart on his sleeve.

“Don’t make that face pretty boy. Just teasin’ ya.” Billy slid up against the BMW to match Steve’s position. He was shoulder to shoulder again and gave the brunette another nudge.

“You know you’re an asshole right?” Steve picked his head back up to see that the blonde had moved in beside him.

“Course I do, it’s a choice Harrington, a lifestyle if you will.”

Steve laughed quietly at that. “So, uh, you going to the party tonight?”

“Steve Harrington, are you askin’ me out?”

“What! No. no I-”

Billy cut him off with laughter,

“Jesus! Fuck off.”

“Sorry! Sorry man” Billy apologized between laughing. He recovered quick enough though when Steve gave his shoulder a hefty punch. “Ow.” The blonde rubbed at it. “I can’t help it Steve, your faces, god there just so good.”

Steve stiffened a bit, that kind of took him off guard. Billy must’ve noticed 'cause he quickly turned to face the brunette “so are you goin’ to the party?” Billy cocked an eyebrow waiting for a response.

“Billy Hargrove, you asking me out?” Steve looked at him and mimicked the blonde as best as he could.

“Sure am pretty boy.” Billy smiled, shifted a bit against the car. Crossed his legs, resting his arm on the car’s rooftop; other hand comfortable on his belt. Definitely a power stance if Steve ever saw one.

“Good one Billy. Not falling for it again though.” Steve said dryly but his face still had remnants of shock on it.

“Well shit. Here I was hopin’ you already fell fer me Harrington. Guess I’m gunna have'ta try harder.”

“…you’re serious?”

“Deadly.”

“I. I… wait.” Steve got off of the car took a few steps and rubbed his forehead. Billy turned forward legs still crossed and his arms now folded over each other barricading his chest. His eyes sharp to the brunette’s back. Then Steve turned on his heels to face the blonde.

“You’re seriously not fucking with me Hargrove?”

“Not yet at least.” Billy scoffed out lowly. It came out as annoyed but it was dripping with relief. “Come'er” he nodded his head and reached out his arm like he was calling in a dog. Well Steve did have puppy eyes.

“What?”

“Said come here” Billy stretched to grab onto Steve’s shirt; he tugged him in, Steve went. He didn’t really know what was happening if he was being honest. For all he knew Billy was either going to punch him for thinking he was actually… gay . Or kiss him cause Billy was actually gay. But the blonde just pulled him in real close till there were just a few inches separating them. Then he settled himself back against the Bimmer.

He licked his lips “Tell me somethin’ Stevie” he was almost at a whisper, a conversation just for their ears only. “Are you fuckin’ around with that Byers’ guy?”

“What! No!” Shouted Steve.

“Shhh” Billy hissed out.

“Jesus. Sorry, no I’m not. He’s with Nancy now anyways. And he’s not even gay.” Steve did or didn’t intentionally leave out 'and neither am I’ cause maybe, maybe he was? Or maybe he just liked both. Boys and girls. Maybe that made more sense to the teen.

“Good. Now tell me somethin’ else. Are you inta dick?”

Cause of course Billy couldn’t just ask him if he was gay! No, he had to be an asshole, ‘cause he was an asshole; by choice!  And Steve’s body stiffened again and he felt his face flush again. And he didn’t even know if his body would let him respond.

“Okay. Let me clarify” Billy reached his hand low to hook onto Steve’s belt loops and dragged him even closer. More threatening, no maybe more sensual? But then again Billy’s entire presence was 'threatening but sensual’ it was just his thing. “Are you inta my dick?”

If the bolt of heat that just surged through Steve’s body, and how tightly he was clenching his fists was any indication then he’d have to go with a solid, hell yes . But what came out was more of a shaky loss of breath whimper.

Billy’s eyes shut for a beat as he sighed out a heavy growl like breath. “Think I’ll take that as a yes then Harrington.”

“Y-yeah” Steve whispered out. Billy was staring him down. He was very content with himself at the moment, maybe even be happy if Steve would make another pretty sound for him. So the devil in leather snuck his fingers up from the brunette’s jeans and pinched at his side.

“Fuck. Ow! Biiilly!” He whined and the blonde ate it up, Steve whining his name. Yeah, he could leave happy now.

“You’re such a a- Ow! Billyyy! Stoop!”

“What, my hand slipped.”

“Up my shirt? You’re hand slipped up my- oh. Shit. That’s actually a good one.” Steve laughed. Billy ate that up too, then he pushed himself up off Steve’s car. Momentarily making the two even closer than previously before.

“Hey” Steve whispered out cause any louder would have been too loud with their proximity.

“Hi” the blonde charmed.

“You wanna come over before the party? Pregame or something.”

“Or somethin’ ?”

“Yeah.”

Billy bit at his lip in frustration then turned his head and broke his eye contact with the brunette. “Can’t.”

“But I-”

“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t wanna pretty boy. Just said I can’t. I gotta bring Max home.”

“Oh. Your sister right?”

“Step sister” he corrected. “You meet 'er yet? She seems ta always be hanging with those nerds that are attached ta yur hip.”

“They’re not-” Steve paused, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to defend the kids or himself. “Yeah I met her. She’s a”

“-a shitbird.” Billy finished for him.

“Was gunna say spitfire but yeah, sure.”

“Well whatever she is, she’s been waiting fer me in the car.” Billy pointed to his Camaro and Steve’s eyes followed. Yeah, there she was,she looked kind of pissed, definitely cold. Steve waved a little awkward. Max looked the other way.

“Like I said, shitbird.”

Steve laughed. “Okay, I’ll see you later I guess.”

“Bet on it Stevie.”

When Steve climbed into the BMW he was slumped over in complete shock as to what just happened. His eyes were wide and he was zoned out, gaze fixed on his steering wheel. It took him a few to get the car going, shaky hands and all.

Billy got into the Camaro.

“So?” Max said still looking out the window

“Yeah.”

“Told ya.”

“Shut it!”

Billy started up the engine and pulled out of the lot, almost drifting on an ice patch.

“How’d you get in the car anyways?”

“Picked the lock”

“Figures.”

Yeah. Billy has taught her well, not that he’d ever admit it.

_

And then Steve walked into the party. It was a little later then he thought he’d originally get there but he had to make sure his hair looked, well, even better than it normally did. He walked around, it was a good size house. He recognized most of the faces he saw and then he got a beer. Made the rounds, he didn’t see Billy so far but he’d only been there for twenty minutes. He did meet Santa Claus though. He was nice, gave him a jello shot and a condom. Very thoughtful of him.

He talked it up with a few people here and there. Finished his first beer and was half way through the second one when he heard what he assumed was Billy; or more so where he could find Billy.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins!”

“Long live the keg king!”

People cheering, shouting, clapping. Kind of hard to miss really. Steve wasn’t sure why he didn’t think to check out back to begin with; didn’t really matter however since the crowd was returning inside. Steve could see Billy, still in his leather jacket but he was wearing a red button down now. Completely opened, honestly there was no point in even wear a damn shirt if he wore it like that. There was quite a crowd around the dubbed new keg king so Steve just circled around a bit. Didn’t really want to disrupt or more so interrupt.

It’s like Billy could smell him or something though, 'cause before Steve could lap around the kitchen to grab another drink, Billy was gaining on him.

“Ssstevie” He crooned after the brunette, slurring probably more then tipsy. “Sttop walkin away” he demanded.

“I’m not walking away Billy, I’m just grabbing another drink. Chill out.”

“God. I’m sssooo happy yur 'ere Stevie.” Billy was basically nuzzling into Steve’s shoulders.

“Billy how drunk are you right now?” Steve laughed as he opened his bottle. He tried to turn around but Billy wouldn’t let him. He held him in place with his body heavy on the brunette’s back.

“Come on Billy, get off.”

“Mmm. Keep s'alking like that Harrington ands I might.” The drunk blonde slurred in Steve’s ear. Could have been a turn on his he wasn’t so damn gone. Steve wasn’t sure if this was how Billy got when he drank all the time or if it was just tonight but Billy was stuck to him like glue.

“I’m gonna take it you’re a clingy drunk, huh Billy?” Steve out maneuvered the blonde so he could finally turn around. He kind of wished he hadn’t because staring back at him was a shiner the size of a tennis ball. It took up almost Billy’s whole right side jaw.

“Shit! Billy what happened?” Steve put down his beer, full worried mom mode and grabbed Billy’s face to examine it. It looked fresh, too fresh and it had dried blood scabbed over it; which meant it hadn’t been cleaned yet.

“Life happensed Stevie.” Billy smirked pushing his face closer; trying to get more into Steve’s face. Steve was being a killjoy and pushing him back.

“Seriously Billy, I know your smashed but just tell me who hit you?” The brunette was more pouty then demanding.

“Nuna yur business Harrin'ton” Billy bit out, standing back up properly. Well as proper as drunk people do.

“I’m just worried about you asshole.”

“Don’t be. We’re 'ere ta have a good time. Ight?” Billy tried to scoop Steve into his arm but Steve pulled away.

“No. Not alright. You can go have a good time. I think I’m just gonna go.”

“Shit. No, Stevie come on. Just-just come on.”

“Billy I’ve been in this situation before and it didn’t end well for me. Don’t really want to go through it again.” Steve started to leave, the sting of Nancy’s drunken stooper started to burn again.

“Stevieee! I’m sorry. Come on. Don’t leave me.” Billy pulled on the brunette’s arm, even when drunk he was still stronger than Steve. Steve tripped back landed somewhere between gripping the counter and leaning on Billy.

“Ow. Billy stop!”

“Shit. Shit. Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m sorry Steve.” Billy let go. It almost seemed to sober him up.

“It’s fine, you just tugged me too hard. I’m fine.”

“Steve. I’m sorry. Such an asshole, fuck. Are ya sure yur not hurt?” Billy tried gently rubbed over the brunette’s shoulder.

“I said I’m okay. Yeah you are an asshole but you didn’t do that on purpose, ok? You’re drunk and-” Steve was cut off by Billy’s thumb sliding over his lips. “Billy?” Steve muffed around his thumb.

Billy had a smirk on his face, it wasn’t his usual 'sex’ grin; it was small and quiet. “Hey”

“Hi” they were back to this apparently.

“You look real nice Stevie. I didn’t tell you that yet.” Billy pressed his thumb a little harder to Steve’s mouth.

“Tha-mmph” Steve was cut off again, he had to admit the way Billy was looking at him, only at him was more of a turn on then Billy’s thumb in his mouth. Steve bit it, not too hard but hard enough and pulled his head back, trying to get it out of his mouth. That just seemed to get Billy even more aroused.

“Mmm.” He growled in the back of his throat. “Stevie yous look so good with somethin in yur mouth.”

Shit. Yeah. That definitely flipped the switch on. But that wasn’t happening, not in the middle of a random dudes kitchen surround with random kids they went to school with.

“Okay. Billy, how bout we find you a place to sit down? Sound good.”

Billy nodded his head, he was still stupid grining at Steve as the brunette tried to lead him out to the main house area. “Billy can you at least try to stand up, you’re fuckin heavy.”

“All muscle baby.” He cooed in Steve’s ear. Steve rolled his eyes. This is why he stopped coming to parties after the whole Nancy thing. He couldn’t deal with drunk people. All his patience went with dealing with the brat pack.

“Bathroom” Billy perked up “yeah” he agreed with himself.

“You have to go?”

“No we have'ta go.” He corrected Steve.

“Fine. Whatever.” He really didn’t want to deal with this situation anymore. They stumbled around a bit, mostly due to Billy not picking up his feet but then Steve found the master bedroom. It was a familiar layout so he figured it would be in the back like his parent’s room was. His house was bigger though, not that he really cared about that sort of thing.

“Alright, there’s the bathroom.” Steve let go of the blonde and pointed to the master bath. Billy just looked around the room, stared at the bed for a beat and that stupid grin came back all too quickly.

“Oh no you don’t loverboy. We came here for the bathroom so get that stupid smirk off your face.” Steve chimed hoping to break the chain of whatever Billy was thinking of .

“You’re no fun Stevie.” Billy sulked as he scuffed into the bathroom. “Well come on!” He called impatiently.

“What? I don’t have to go.” Steve waited back.

“Get in 'ere Harrington!”

“Jesus! Alright!” Steve stomped into the bathroom after Billy, Billy closing the door behind him.

“Okay, what?” Steve asked as Billy sat on the closed toilet seat. Apparently he didn’t have to go either cause he just sat down and patted his lap.

“Sit.”

“No way.”

“I thought ya were gunna clean me up pretty boy.”

“Oh.” Steve blinked for a moment, yeah that was still bothering him. He looked at the bruise, it seriously looked like it was still swelling. So Steve started shuffling through the cabinets to find a washcloth, rubbing alcohol ect.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Steve asked as he wet the cloth.

“I ran inta a door ” he replied dryly.

“Billy.”

“Fine.” It wasn’t much of a fight but Billy surrendered and Steve rewarded him for it.

“So?” The brunette asked as he sat down on Billy’s lap, completely straddling him and the toilet seat with his long legs. Billy leaned back giving Steve more room to sit. Billy moaned as he shuffled on top of him; grabbing hold of his hips for support.

“Mmm fuck” Billy huffed out biting his lip slowly rutting up into the brunette.

“Hey cool it big guy we ain’t doing shit till you tell me what happened.” Steve started to wipe the bruise off, it was still warm to touch. “Start talkin Hargrove.”

“God. You’re so fuckin hot when yur bossy baby. Fuck. Just wanna eat you up.” Billy’s grip tightened as he pushed up against Steve again.

And yeah, that was definitely getting Steve hot, like really fucking hot. But he also was stubborn and he was gonna get his answer one way or another. “This is going to sting alright.” He disclaimed as he rubbed the alcohol over the blonde’s jaw.

“AHow shit!” Billy jumped as his grip grew stronger on Steve.

“I warned you, now start talking or I’m going to do it again.”

“God damn Harrington! You’re more of an asshole then I am.” Steve just held up the washcloth again. “Fuck. Alright. I got inta it with my old man okay. Not a big deal.” Billy relaxed a bit back against the seat.

“Your dad did that? Why?”

“I was late bringin Max home today.”

“Shit. C-cause of me? She was late cause you were talking to me.”

“Hey, no, no it was all my fault Harrington, you hear me.” He pulled Steve in closer to his chest.

“Still. He hits you? That, shit, Billy.”

“Steve, it’s fine. It ain’t all the time and it’s only when I deserve it.”

“What the fuck?” Steve’s face furrowed “Billy you don’t deserve that! Not to get hit. Period.��

“Ste-mmm” lips met lips and Steve’s were crashing hard down onto Billy’s. His fists pulled tight onto the leather collar of Billy’s jacket. The blonde’s hands started gripping again, hungrily. He leaned up more into the kiss; to bite, to introduce his tongue. Steve’s mouth was so hot, and he was starting to rut into Billy now.

They pulled away for air, the brunette moaned quietly as Billy pushed Steve’s hips down deeper against him. They were both so hard, Steve can’t remember the last time he was actually this hard, this hot, panting.

“Fuck pretty boy. You’re so goddamn good baby.” Billy praised the other as he kissed into his neck. He was going to have Steve cuming in his pants at this rate.

“Billy” he whined, his hands moved up to grip onto the blonde’s shoulder’s for support as he grinded himself down harder “fuck” his breath caught in his throat.

“That’s it baby. Just like that.”

“Fuck, Billy I need more” Steve pleaded to the blonde receiving a wide grin from the other who then leaned up to kiss him again. Then his hands left the brunette’s side and started to unbutton Steve’s jeans. He was so hard, his dick trying to rip out of them. So eager for Billy’s hand to latch onto it. “Ahhh” Steve shuddered as Billy started to rub him, his hand is so big and warm and all Steve could do was fling his head back in pleasure.

“You’re fuckin gorgeous Stevie.”

“Mmm Billy! You feel so good ”

“Fuck” Billy growled, guttural against Steve’s shoulder. His own dick was throbbing, the rough denim against it almost hurt. “Stevie baby” the blonde panted out as he grabbed one of Steve’s hands off his shoulder and slid it down to his bulge. Steve bit his lip and nodded undoing the blonde’s pants. “Yeah, god fuck yes. You feel amazing baby”

Billy was a talker but the praises really did something for Steve. Like encouraging him that he’s doing something right, cause yeah he’s jerked off plenty of times, but he’s never done it for another guy before. He tried to focus on what he likes, rubbed his thumb over the head down his shaft; returning his attention back to the slit. That made Billy shudder and buck in Steve’s hand.

“Billy I’m gunna-”

“Yeah me too baby” the blonde leaned up to kiss Steve, slow and passionate with just a hint of teeth. Steve cried and whimpered in Billy’s mouth and Billy licked it all up. Then they came, Steve followed quickly by Billy. They were a mess of sweat and hot breaths and cum covered jeans. And they were all smiles and soft giggles and kisses.

“Christ, Harrington.” Billy leaned up against the sink counter after they cleaned up a bit. Steve was still trying to wipe off his pants after tucking himself back in. “I know I’m not Santa Clause, but you can sit on my lap anytime baby.”

“Oh my god, Billy. Just shut up and kiss me.”

#That one shot I was talking about #Harringrove #Christmas Harringrove #Billy is an asshole #Drunk Billy Hargrove #Mom Steve #High key bossy bottom Steve Harrington #billy x steve #billy x steve fanfic #harringrove fanfic #harringrove au #harringrove fic #mywritings

[jon-daddy-dominus]

Kitten's Collar

Chapter, 33

As Alexis rounded the corner of the building, she slowed to a stop, when she saw Steve sitting on the ground in the middle of the parking lot shaking his head side to side, as if he was trying to wake himself up.

"What the hell?" She heard someone call from behind her.

Steve's two friends went running over to him, and began helping him to his feet, as Alexis scanned the parking lot, looking for Clints truck.

"What happened man?" One of them asked as Steve jerked his arm free from his friends grasp.

"Some old redneck guy just walked up out of no where and hit me." Steve growled.

"He didn't say anything?" One of them questioned, as the other quickly asked, "Where'd he go?"

"I don't fucking know, Trad! We didn't hangout! He was walking toward me, and said, I needed to mind my manners, and fucking punched me."

Turning to Alexis, Trad yelled, "You know who that guy was?"

Alexis's eyes grew big, and she shook her head without saying anything.

"Yeah, I bet not... fucking cunt." Steve yelled.

"Come on man, let's get out of here." The other guy said, opening the door to their car.

"Your friend better hope I don't find out who he is, bitch!" Steve yelled from the passenger seat, as his friend pushed the door closed.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Alexis's phone pinged.

*** I'm so sorry, Kitten. I hope you don't get in trouble, I was just gonna leave, but I when I seen that douchebag come out, I couldn't stop myself. I really am sorry. 😕***

Quickly she replied.

*** It's ok Hun, they're gone now I thought they were gonna call the cops but they just left.***

*** You're not in trouble are you?***

*** No Honey I'm fine but it's probably not a good idea to come back anytime soon lol ***

*** haha yeah, I kinda figured that. ***

*** Are you ok? ***

*** Yeah, Sweetheart, I'm fine. My hand is a little sore, but as long as you're okay, I'm fine.***

"Yeah baby I promise I'm good. A little turned on but I'm fine lol ***

***😂😂 You are something else, Kitten! ***

*** I gotta get back to work text me later 😗😘😍***

*** Ok beautiful, I'll text you after I talk to Dale and let you know what's going on. ***

*** ok hun ttyl ***

"How's it goin man?" Clint asked, stepping into Dale's hospital room, walking over to the bed to shake his hand.

"Okay, I suppose. The sponge baths aren't too bad, but the groceries are awful." Dale grinned.

"That's good, then. I'm bout ready for you to come on back to work. Some of these clients are driving me nuts with their bullshit."

"Yeah, some of them, are a huge pain in the ass." Dale chuckled, whencing in pain, attempting to push himself upright in the bed.

Stepping closer, Clint heals his hand out for dale to grab on to.

"Thank ya, son. I'm about useless right now." He stated, taking Clints hand, and pulling himself up straight, as Clint adjusted his pillows for him to lean back on.

"Have a seat, bud. Tell me how things are going." Dale said, nodding toward the empty chair.

"Well, ain't much to tell. The Drumwood job is a week behind because of the rain, and Tommys got his son overseeing it now, so that's definitely not helping speed things up." Clint chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're shittin me?" Dale groaned in disbelief.

"Nope. Last week I pulled up, and Billy was out there with a set of prints on his hood, barking orders at the other GC's, and they were all lookin at him like he'd lost his mind. I'm pretty sure I pissed him off, cause when he started his shit with me, I told him I had our part of the job covered, and if there were any changes I'd let him know. He stomped off and started talking to somebody on the phone. I'm thinking it was probably Tommy." Clint laughed.

"I wouldn't doubt it. I don't give a shit how many degrees he's got, that boy's still dumber than a bag of hammers, and his daddy ought to have better sense than to just stick him on a site with his holier than thou attitude. Cause sooner or later one of them fellas is gonna whip his cocky little ass." Dale grumbled.

"Oh, I agree, but he did it."

"What about the airport?" Dale asked.

"Airport's ahead of schedule by almost two months." Clint smiled.

"How'd you manage that?"

"I fired that "know it all" Shaun, and gave Charlie his position. I couldn't take Shauns lyin, and excuses anymore. He was showed up almost an hour late every day for a full week, and all them guys were just sittin around waiting on him."

"Ha!" DALE laughed out loud. "That's my cousin Susannes boy, I've been wanting to get rid of his lying ass for a while, but Susannes always been good to me, and I didn't want to send him back, to leach off her, but I reckon she ain't got no choice but to put her foot down now." Dale continued laughing.

"I reckon not... sorry." Clint responded.

"You get a chance to go check that job in Smoaks?"

"Yeah, Dale, I don't know about that one man. It might be too much to take on right now. They're wanting to start in three months, and we're a minimum of five months out on all our jobs right now, and I just don't think we've got the man power, or the equipment to spread that thin, and still keep up with the jobs we've already got goin on."

"Well, cowboy, it's your rodeo right now, so make the call, and I'll back your decision." Dale paused for a minute. "Clint... I trust ya son. If I didn't, I never would've turned the company over to ya."

"I know, I just wanted to clear it with you, before I turned it down." Clint replied.

"Everything still going good with the little gal you been seeing?"

Clints eyes lit up, and a loving smile slowly emerged on his lips, as he nodded. "Yes Sir, Alexis is a good girl. I think alot of her."

"Uh oh..." Dale grinned. "You better grab one of them doctor's the next time they pass the door, I think you done got bit by the love bug."

"May be... I haven't felt like this in a long time."

"You thinkin about poppin the question?" Dale grinned, raising a curious eyebrow.

Clint squinted one eye closed, and twisted his mouth to the side, lowering his head. "I don't know boss."

"Don't know, what? Do you love the girl?"

"More than anyone I've ever loved before."

"Then what's the problem?"

Clint shrugged his shoulders, and rolled his head to one side. "Scared... I guess."

"Scared of what? Does she love you?"

"She says she does." Clint mumbled.

Dale's expression grew serious. "Clint... I want ya to listen to me son... and I want ya to listen good. Boy, I don't know all the details, except what ya told me, and little things I've picked up on, over the years I've known ya. So I know ya ain't had an easy life, and I know there's been some folks in your life that's been... well, alot less than good to ya son."

"It's not..."

Dale's cut him off. "Stop. Let me finish. I've seen the way you are with folks, and I know how you are with me. Anytime I've ever tried to help ya, or do somethin nice for ya. You get this look about you. Like you don't trust me. Like you're always waitin on the other shoe to drop. It's like anytime someone's nice to you, inside your head, you're always expecting them to have some kinda ulterior motive for doin it. Like everybody's tryin to hurt ya. So you keep your guard up to protect yourself... and I get it son. You've been hurt... alot. Probably way more than you should'a been, but you've let that pain put the idea in your head, that you're not good enough for anyone. That you don't deserve to be loved. You've convinced yourself that you're unlovable, and now, anyone that shows any kind of affection toward ya, you think they're up to somethin. Like they're lying to ya, just so they can get close enough to hurt you. And that just ain't true. Cause I love ya son. With all my heart, I love ya, and I wouldn't ever do anything yo hurt ya. You're like a son yo me, and I wanna see you happy. I wanna see you happy, healthy, prosperous... You try to put on this hard ass act, but you're a hell'uva good man, and you deserve to let yourself be happy. I'm not saying you're a push over, cause ya aint. Hell, you're probably one of the toughest sum'bitches I've ever meet in my life, but you're also one of the most honorable people I've ever known, and honor is somethin most folks ain't got these days. You deserve to be loved son. You deserve to be loved, by someone who loves you back, and if you've actually let this little gal get to know the same Clint that I know, there ain't a doubt in my mind that she really does love you, cause you're a damn good man Clint, and if I had a daughter, I'd pray to god that she married a man just like you."

Clint didn't say anything, he just sat there, staring quietly at the side of the hospital bed.

"Clint. If you ain't never listened to me about anything else, I hope you're listenin now. If you love this girl, the way I think you do? Don't let yourself push her away because your scared. Cause if you do, you'll never let yourself live it down. It'll haunt you the rest of your life. So, if you love her. Tell her. And ask her to marry you, and when she says yes? You put everything you've got into makin it work. Marriage ain't easy, but I think you know as well as I do, that anything worth a damn, ain't never easy."

Clint slowly lifted his head to look Dale in the eye. His face was flushed red, as he flexed his jaw, and swallowed hard, trying to hold back his tears.

When he seen that Dale's face was soaked from his own tears, Clint couldn't hold back anymore. He swallowed hard once again, as his jaw trembled, and his face scrunched up.

The salty liquid trailed from Clints eyes, and trickled across his cheek, before settling in his beard. Getting up, from his seat, he leaned down and carefully hugged Dale, whispering in his ear between ragged breaths. "I love you old man. You know that right?"

"I know, and I love you too son. Now get the hell outta here, so I can straighten myself up. The pretty nurse is coming today, and I don't want her thinking I'm some kinda pussy." Dale laughed, patting him hard on the back with his one good arm.

Clint pulled himself away, and wiped his face clean.

"What the hell'd you do to your hand?" Dale asked, seeing Clints right hand was swollen, compared to his left.

"Ahh... being stupid." Clint joked.

"Well, that don't surprise me." Dale laughed.

"How are we doing today Mr. Coats?" An attractive middle aged nurse asked, as she stepped up beside the bed.

"Alot better now that you're here!" Dale grinned, wiping the last of his tears away.

"This must be your son. He's even better looking than his dad." She smiled.

"Yes Ma'm, you could call him that, but he's got a long way to go, before he's this pretty." Dale laughed.

Looking over at Clint the nurse grinned warmly, "this one's a big ole flirt! He's always giving me the nicest compliments, and making me feel good about myself."

"Yes Ma'm, he's quite a character." Clint smiled down at Dale, who was now using his head to silently motion Clint out of the room.

"Alright "Pop" I guess I'll see ya later." Clint laughed as he stepped around the end if the bed. "It was nice to meet you." He said yo the nurse, as he headed out the door.

"You too!" She called in return.

Clint pulled up to the porch behind his house, and put the truck in park. He didn't get out, he just sat there listening to the radio, and thinking to himself until his concentration was broken by Billy-Bob jumping on his hood and pawing at him through the windshield.

"What the hell do you want, ya jackass? Get off my truck!" He yelled, laughingly.

As he stepped out of the truck, Billy-Bob bounded off the hood, up the steps, and up onto the rail of the porch, rubbing his face against Clints arm, as he made his way inside.

Taking a seat on the couch, Clint scratched Billy-Bob's head, as his mind began to wander. "Maybe Dale's right. Maybe I should tell her how I feel? I'm pretty sure she already knows though. What if she doesn't feel the same, and telling her, makes her realize it? What if I tell her, and she's like, "I'm not ready for all that." and she leaves me? I mean, she is a good bit younger than me. What if shes not ready to settle down? What if she thinks this is what she wants, and I tell her, and five years from now, I'm head over heels for her, and we've got a kid, and then she decides to leave? I don't think I could handle that. What if she breaks my heart, and trys to take my kid from me? What if I end up like one of those guys who only gets to see his kid every other weekend, and she gets mad and trys to stick me with a huge child support payment? I mean, I don't have any issue with taking care of a child that belongs to me, but that's not the kind of life I want. I want to see my kid every day. I want to see that smile, and hear that excited "daddy's home!" Whenever I come in from work. What am I talking about? I haven't even decided if I'm going to tell Alexis I love her, and I'm worrying about a kid that doesn't even exist. I think Dale's right. I think I'm just being paranoid. I mean, I don't have to ask her to marry me right now. I just need to let her know how much she means to me. And I can't keep assuming that she's gonna run for the hills, just because I tell her I love her. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna tell her. I'm just gonna open myself up, and tell her how I feel, and pray to God that she doesn't break my heart."

Billy-Bob's ears perked up, as the front door opened. "Hey Honey." Alexis smiled lovingly.