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wolfie-bee · 2 years

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The lies we tell

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Lena blinks slowly, eyes trained on the way that Kara fidgets with the phone in her hands followed by the deceptive glasses on her face.

She'd just informed her of the sale of Catco, told her that she'd needed the capital for a new venture, watched in rising horror as Kara believed those sweet honeyed lies that felt like bile on her tongue.

"I was a coward, and I hope that you don't feel I've made you out to be too much of a fool by keeping you in the dark." The words continue to pour out of her, and her fingers tremble where they curl tightly against the slip of her blazer.

Kara's eyes close for a second, sadness and disappointment evident on her face, and Lena can't help the sick satisfaction of retribution mounting like a festering wound in her heart.

"Lena, no, of course not, I -" Kara cuts in. The words tremble in the air around them like she has more to say, more to admit, but Lena doesn't let her, can't let her admit her truth without hammering at the fine cracks that Kara had so dutifully helped create in their friendship.

"You're my best friend," Lena says, the truth of it like a weight on her chest, and the guilt for wanting Kara to feel an inkling of the heartbreak she feels nearly locks the rest of those words behind her teeth. But she presses on, clawing nails into her own palms as she smiles, a strained thing that doesn't reach her eyes. "and here I go once again proving that you are more virtuous than I am, but I never did purport to be a saint."

"Lena." Kara swallows roughly, and there's the curious note of rising tension that she can feel like a lasso tied tightly around her heart. Kara's eyes ensnare hers, a silent plea in them that Lena pretends not to see. "You know what actually, there is something that I want to talk to you about."

This should be it, she thinks bitterly, this should be the moment where Kara tells her her secret.

Lena leans back, expression soft, open, a carefully curated mask that Kara should be able to see through. But she doesn't.

Kara expels a shaky wisp of air, mouth forming words that don't come and fingers squeezing that phone in her hands to the point where there's an audible crack. The sound of it is like a gunshot in Lena's quiet office and Kara chuckles, awkward and strained.

A short silence engulfs them, and Lena doesn't know what expression her face forms as Kara smiles and proceeds to instead tell her the details of another story she's been chasing.

Lena loves those, loves that Kara always finds the time to update her on the various topics she writes for her articles, loves the animated way that Kara talks about the people and places of interest to her stories and the brief but always exciting mentions of Kara's unexpected meetings with National City's super-powered heroine.

But this time Lena knows two truths. One: She is stupidly in love with her best friend and two: Kara Danvers is a liar.

Lena supposes that she should have expected it, after all, she's been lied to her entire life, betrayed by the ones she trusted would do no harm. Why does this keep happening? Why does everyone that she loves…

She clenches her jaw, anger flaring like fine points of pain behind her ribcage and her beating heart threatening to burst from her chest as her brother's last words fill her mind.

Kara looks up at her then, like she could hear the rapid change in its rhythm. And Lena realizes belatedly that yes, of course she can. And she hates her just a little more for it. Just a little for hiding, a little for lying, a little for trying to befriend her as both personas, a little for sowing seeds of mistrust in the friendship they'd so lovingly crafted over three fucking years.

"Lena, are you okay?" Kara asks slowly, eyebrows pinching together into that concerned endearing frown. Lena has to resist the urge to reach out and smooth her thumb over it, trace the lines until they flatten beneath her fingertips and Kara flushes prettily beneath her touch.

No, she wants to say, scream it really, but her throat is dry and angry tears burn behind her eyes. There's the soft wash of adoration burning in those eyes born of different stars, and Lena doesn't know how much of it is fake, how much is pretend, how much of Kara Danvers is a carefully curated mask. How much of her best friend does she truly not know?

Lena shoots off the chair, turning away from Kara when a traitorous tear breaks free from her lashes and rolls down her face. She swipes it away with the sleeve of her blazer but Kara's behind her in a flash, a minutiae of displaced air that's almost undetected as warm hands land on her shoulders, burning through her blouse and branding her skin.

"Lena." It's whispered softly, the syllables like honey on Kara's deceptive tongue but Lena's heart flutters at the sound, more tears breaking free from her lash line. A vein flickers in her jaw at the effort it takes to hold her words back but her body betrays her in the tremor that rushes along the curve of her spine when Kara's large comforting hands slide along the tense line of her shoulders and the cold tip of her nose touches Lena's neck. "Tell me what's wrong." She pleads and the concern in her voice is almost Lena's undoing.

Lena turns in her embrace, but the words die in her throat when she sees the look on Kara's face. There's a frown that's bordering on a pout, the blue of her irises so sad that it drags the air from Lena's lungs and she's annoyed at herself for caring, annoyed at Kara for pretending, annoyed at her heart for loving Kara Danvers to the point of destruction.

Kara's hands move to frame her face, thumbs a gentle sweep against her skin as they catch the rogue tears that escape against Lena's will.

The touch is unexpected and Lena almost jerks away but she tries to breathe through the contact as Kara immediately closes the miniscule distance between them, firm body pressing into Lena's and cheeks a darling rosy red. Lena flushes beneath her arduous stare, her longing for this woman making itself known in the harsh painful thud in her chest.

"Lena," her name is a soft careless whisper, those beautiful eyes filled with despair so deep she can barely breathe beneath the weight of them. "What's wron-"

Lena doesn't let the rest of the sentence escape. After all, she'd already admitted to being a coward. So, instead of answering, she leans in the rest of the way and kisses Kara.

The kiss is unexpected, that much is obvious by the gentle gasp that Kara makes against her mouth. It's just a distraction, Lena tells herself, a way to give her more time to gather her thoughts, but what's equally surprising is that Kara doesn't immediately pull away.

The thumbs stroking Lena's cheekbones stop, and Lena nearly pulls back when Kara's lips tremble against hers. There's a moment where everything just stops, the world holding its breath before Kara sighs against her mouth and softly, hesitantly, returns the kiss. This kiss is gentle, a simple brushing of lips that rights the world again. The tenderness of it is a ruinous force that worms its way into Lena's heart and she clings to it with a desperation that surprises her.

Kara gasps against her mouth, but she doesn't pull away and Lena presses in, kissing Kara more firmly as Kara's fingers thread through her hair, anchoring their mouths together.

There's the echo of thunder claps in her veins, her heart thumping in rapid beats against her ribcage, the warmth of Kara's body as their hips press together and the wild surge of lust teasing at the seam where their mouths meet. Lena's breath hitches when Kara pivots and the world tilts before those strong arms lift her onto the desk, and Kara slides easily between Lena's spread thighs.

Her arms wound tightly around Kara's shoulders, lips ghosting across soft pink lips as Kara licks into her mouth and the kiss turns hot, heavy, messy.

I trusted you, she doesn't say, instead her teeth nips harshly at Kara's lower lip, turning the kiss a touch primal, a touch hungry, a degree too painful for any normal human. But Kara's not human and she doesn't react the way a human would in this circumstance. She's…she's …the name gets stuck in her throat, Kara's brash distrustful self righteous alter ego's smile flashing behind her eyes and Lena growls against her mouth, clawing at Kara's back like she could rip the lies from her skin. The kiss lengthens, breaks, turns into another and then another, until Lena's lost count, until she's gasping into Kara's mouth, until she's gripping tightly onto Kara's hair, until she can't think beyond the gravity of her touch.

She hates her, and she loves her so fucking much she can barely breathe with the force of it. She wants to know her, all of her, she craves everything that Kara is, everything that Kara refuses to share with her. And her heart breaks all over again that Kara doesn't trust her with her secret, Kara who she'd born every inch of her soul to, Kara who's warm hands were now inching along the arch of her spine and holding onto her like Lena meant something to her.

But if this was all a farce then why did her kisses feel so reverent, her mouth so delicate and sure, her hands like warm marks branding Lena's skin?

Lena feels herself falling all over again, lost in the sensations, the emotions softening her heart and her mind goes carefully blank as Kara gently sucks on her tongue. She groans, a deep shuddering breath escaping her lips as the sound graces the air, face flushing at the blatant want tempering her voice only to be answered by a deep rumble like purr from Kara's lips.

She's briefly aware of the buttons flying off her blouse as Kara's hands fist in her clothes and Lena trembles as Kara's kisses move to the curve of her jaw, soft, adoring.

A sob builds in Lena's throat, and it spills into the air when Kara's lips fasten against her pulse, merging on the tail ends of a moan. Kara picks up on it but Lena isn't ready for this to end yet, so she rolls her hips, pressing the heat of her sex into Kara's firm abdomen. It works for a while as Kara's eyes turn glassy again, her focus drawn down to the silky bra peeking out from Lena's almost fully ruined button-less blouse as she buries her face there, the deceptive glasses going slightly askew.

Lena plucks it off her face and tosses it carelessly onto the desk, threading her fingers through silky blonde hair and tugging them roughly out of their tight ponytail. But Kara doesn't move. She stills, presses her ear right above Lena's fluttering heart as her hands drift down to wrap slowly, reverently around Lena's hips, anchoring their bodies together. A moment passes where their rapid breathing is the only sound in the office before Kara bravely finds the nerve to break it.

"You know." Kara's words tremble against her skin and Lena squeezes her eyes shut.

Damn her for being so intuitive, damn her for knowing Lena so well, damn her for not trusting Lena.

The sob that breaks free from Kara's lipstick stained mouth is heartbreaking and she presses her lips against the delicate skin of Lena's neck, an apology, an accord as Lena trembles in her arms, neither confirming nor denying her words.

"I'm sorry," Kara starts, the words trailing off into a deep shuddering breath as warm tears paint Lena's skin. Lena closes her eyes, arms curling tight around Kara's shoulders as Kara raises her head, tenderly brushing their noses together. "Lena -"

"Kara," the name bursts from her lips in a shaky whisper, a question, a plea and Kara chokes on the rest of her reply, pressing a trembling kiss to Lena's cheek and another to Lena's trembling lips. This kiss feels different, revelatory, apologetic and Lena finally finds the courage to open her eyes, meeting the red rimmed eyes of Supergirl free of their barrier.

There's a moment where they both just stare at each other, each stripped bare of their secrets and lies and all of the fight and the anger leaves Lena in a flash as she sags in Kara's embrace. Kara catches her, cradles Lena's body to hers as Lena presses her face against her neck, nose brushing lightly against Kara's fluttering pulse.

A strange sort of peace descends on the room then, and Lena thinks that this must be the calm before the inevitable storm. Kara's fingers comb lightly through her hair and Lena hums, on the verge of pulling Kara into another kiss when suddenly there's an incredibly loud beep against Kara's ears and soon the tinny voice of Kara's sister, Alex, joins them.

"Kara there's an incident at the museum. Can you get there?" Her voice is worried, urgent, crackling through the comms device hidden in Kara's ear and Kara sighs, squeezes Lena tighter for a bit before tapping the device to answer her sister.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute," she says softly, reassuring and Lena takes that as her cue to release Kara from her arms.

"I'm sorry." Kara starts immediately once they're face to face once more, "I wanted to tell you so many times, so many times Lena but I just -" but Lena doesn't want to hear those words right now. She can't, feels as if every part of her has been laid bare to this woman.

So she just leans in and silences Kara with a kiss, one that makes Kara frown so she kisses her again and again until she's sure that she'll listen to her when she speaks.

"Go," Lena finally finds her voice to say, but Kara's frown deepens, warm hands tenderly mapping the curve of Lena's shoulders and sliding down until she's holding onto her forearms. "I'll be fine. We can have this conversation when National City isn't imploding."

Kara stares at her for a bit, blue eyes distraught, and Lena feels the weight of them like an anchor in her heart. She brushes their noses together, whispers a soft "I promise we'll work through this," and then Kara's gone in a whoosh of displaced air, leaving Lena just a bit less weighted with dread, just a bit less hurt, just a little more hopeful about their impending reconciliation.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for even looking at this story 🥺💗 wrote this as an angsty twitter fic yesterday for Supercorp Sunday and decided to post it here. Shout out to @CSIRJen for always allowing me to hijack her supercorp tweets to create stories 😅

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #Happy Supercorp Sunday #twitter fic #the lies we tell #my writing #my fics #season 5 angst

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harringrove-groove · 2 years

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Billy’s love-hate relationship with sex

I wrote it in series of tweets and didn’t bother to edit it yet, but maybe you’ll enjoy it :D it starts out as a headcannon but then actually develops plot :’D enjoy <3

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I like to imagine Billy swings from being very sexual to barely being able to stand being touched completely casually. He always try to act like he’s into it, and maybe one time he overdoes it or maybe Steve’s getting that good at reading him-

because Billy’s ready to go, even to he has to suppress a cringe every time Steve’s’ hands touch new part of his body. but then, Steve just stops. he backs up a little bit and says “I don’t think you want to do it right know” and just kisses him very gently

and Billy’s so grateful- not only for stopping but also not making it a question, not expecting Billy to explain, because he can’t, he have no idea why sometimes sex is all he’d like to do and other times it’s makes him break in cold sweat

and just like this, Steve stops every time he sees The Signs. sometimes Billy actually tells him to continue because he’s great, just pent up and desperate for it. but they never have sex when he has his “cold” episodes. They don’t talk about it, either, really

the first time Steve decides is a thing that needs to be put in words is when it becomes obvious Munson is going to become a permanent fixture in their sex life. bc Eddie’s sweet and really empathetic, but Billy’s great at hiding and his body language gets really confusing

so one time, after he witnesses Billy putting himself on Eddie’s lap even though The Signs are obv for Steve, he puts his foot down and interrupts. Eddie looks immediately anxious and Billy looks pissed of and relieved at the same time. Steve knows he’s embarrassed,

but continuing like that will end up in everyone getting seriously hurt. but his boyfriend liked bluntness so he says “Billy doesn’t always like sex and he has no idea how to say that so he just goes with it” Billy cringes and Eddie immediately pales.

“oh my god, Billy” he gasps, letting Billy off his lap “shit, sorry, I haven’t had any idea, i’m so sorry, did I ever-” Billy interrupts him harshly. “yeah, you didn’t know, bc i didn’t tell you, stop being sorry” and then grumbles, “you didn’t do anything I didn’t-

-want you to. besides, Steve’s always in the guard dog duty” Eddie blinks at them and asks “when now, then?” They end up staying at Eddie’s trailer for whole night. They watch tv with uncle Wayne and pass a joint around them. Wayne smokes too and tells them hilarious-

stories from his time in the Navy. they’re only mildly disturbing and Wayne spends pretty consequential amount of time shitting on people like Billy’s dad, who all had to had inferiority complexes due to being nobodies in the military

when Steve and Billy leave in the morning, Billy’s weirdly quiet. Steve’s about to ask what’s wrong when he says “do you even like Eddie?” and when Steve glances at him, he looks anxious. “what do you mean?” he asks carefully. “I mean do you like him. as a person.

outside sex. do you see us hanging out. without sex” Steve blinks, suddenly feeling extremely quesy. “Billy- you know you’re allowed to just have friends, right?” Billy snorts derisively, and rolls his eyes. “i’m talking about the kind of sexless hanging out we do”

Steve’s fluent enough in Billy speak to realize that by that he means “romantic hanging out” “being in relationship” he supplies. “stop being a fussy” Billy says, kind of frowning, but there is a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “so?” and… steve doesn’t know

“I-” he stammers and Billy’s face stays carefully neutral “to bo honest i don’t know if I can feel romantically about Munson. like, I like him, he’s a good dude, and i like when we hook up with him, but like. I don’t feel any connection” Billy starts looking subtly disappointed-

-but Steve’s not done talking yet, “but!” he exclaims, “you know, if you want to. you could. with Eddie specifically. I mean, I wouldn’t mind. no! even more, if you want it, the. I want it for you! like we can still fuck the three of us, but if you two have feeling during that-

-I wouldn’t mind, of course not! Like, I get it, we basically spend most of the time with Eddie and-” the unexpected sound from the passenger seat. Billy’s crying. “shit, fuck, baby, i’m sorry, it’s not what you want? sorry, should let you spea-”

Billy shuts him up by putting his hand on Steve’s mouth and growls “every time you open your stupid mouth I convince myself i’m still in the coma and my brain is making you up” before Steve can decide whether or nor he should get offended, Billy continues-

“because there is no other reason for you to be able to always say the fucking greatest, most generous thing in a whole world” Billy laughs but it’s the kind of wet laugh that always comes with crying “what the fuck, you’re reacting like I asked for a dog, not to cheat on you”

“it’s not cheating if I give you a go ahead” Steve says, and then adds quickly so Billy can’t argue “besides, you’re handful also outside the bedroom, so I guess the extra pair of helping hands in this department can’t harm things” he shoots Billy dirty look-

-but the other boy still just looks kinda disbelieving. “look, can’t hurt to try, right?” the he gets serious “you have to promise me one thing though, babe” he says and Billy relaxes like yeah, favour, he can do favours and barter for things he wants. “yeah?”

“the second you’re uncomfortable with something, sexual or not, physical or not, you tell me or Munson. and if you feel like he’s not listening to you, you tell me and I fucking ruin his life” Billy’s breath hitches a little, but it’s not time and place, so Steve-

just puts a firm hand and Billy’s thigh and say, more forcefuly this time “this is my only condition, okay? you promise me that and stick to it and i’ll do anything to make sure you guys are doing at least as good as us, okay” he asks, jiggling Billy’s thigh. “okay” says Billy

next time they see Eddie, Billy starts with “Look, Munson, we need to talk” while Eddie exclaims “listen, before we start I have something to talk to you about”. then they both freeze. Billy looks desperately at Steve, while Eddie glances at him with mix of anxious and curious

well, all right. “I swear it’s a good thing we want to talk about it, Billy’s just grumpy he has to talk feeling. but maybe you could start?” Eddie starts looking straight up fascinated, but he still nods and produces- scans of a book? it’s looks like homework

it’s not homework. “okay, so this is a system usually used in more- like complicated sex, but since some of us” he shoots Billy a looks and a smirk “have trouble

expressing themselves” he babbles and then seem to catch himself. “Of course, this is completely valid, to have that trouble under stressors-” he catches Steve’s exasperated look, takes a deep breath and gets to the point. “so, I think safewords”

Billy makes kind of disgruntled noise, like he does every time he thinks Steve coddles him. “come on, Munson, be serious, i’m not some pussy-” “nope” Eddie interrupts him. “you’re a very manly man, who’s bad at communication. that’s a staple of masculinity!

but either way, safewords or we can call them signals, if you prefer- they make everything easier, not just sex. you know, with the explosive temper you both have, they can mean something like «I need a breather, calling a five» without having to say that, or having to guess”

Steve is just hearing about this concept for the first time, but it seems really fucking smart. and useful. being able to back out from a conversation like that is, particularly for Steve, probably more appealing that from sex, but he’s listening nevertheless.

“I like it” Steve says, since Billy is only making faces, and looking like he’s trying to stop himself from saying something unsavory. Billy’s not surprised about it, because Steve loves a good system. Billy prefers spontaneity, but doesn’t feel like he should complain-

-since Eddie’s coming up with all of this because he get all panicky about sex, like he doesn’t fucking love it. but Steve already made him promise to like. talk to them when he’s getting weird, and having dedicated word for this cannot hurt. But he still doesn’t like it

“isn’t it kinda getting the big guns, freak? you’re trying to get me used to all that pervy business, huh? did you at least get a whip, or something” he bitches, his words more clipped than he planned. Eddie looks confused for a moment but then arches his eyebrows,

like he knows Billy’s just fronting, all bark and no bite. “I mean I can find something last minute, I you’re asking so nicely. but maybe we should get the safewords sorted out?” “not red, yellow, green?” Billy asks, because fuck’em it’s not like he’s a prude who’s never

heard of sado-maso. Steve elbowing him perfectly into jugular makes him curl on himself on the tiny picnic blanket they’re sitting on and remember that Steve probably never did heard of it. at least, not of theory, which doesn’t stop him from being perfectly kinky fucker

who could definitely swipe the floor with some guys in Cali who considered themselves very much into scene.

Steve, in fact, never heard pretty much anything about sado-maso except for crude jokes made by guys who definitely hadn’t had a second idea about it either. also, he didn’t really want to learn about it now. “hey! can someone explain these safe words to the innocent?” he said

prompting Billy to groan and Eddie to laugh in his face of Steve’s angel routine. “it’s like streetlights. red, yellow, green. stop, slow down, go. you ask for a color before you do something fucked up to whomever you’re tucking” Billy says, still kinda bitchy

but getting over himself. maybe even squirming a little, like he’s imagining what that fucked up things may be and getting excited about them. Eddie produces a pained sound and corrects “well, not quite- but we won’t be using them like that, so it’s not important right know.

but basically, yeah” Steve frowns. “so what’s wrong about just saying stop, slow down?” he asks, and Eddie gets right back into lecture mode “well, there’s nothing wrong with them, but sometimes they can be rendered useless, you know, like when you plan or saying stop but don’t

actually want fun to end.” Steve opens his mouth but thinks about it, decides he’s not ready to unpack that and let’s Eddie continue. “and that’s while safewords are great and thing whole communities agree on, but they only work” he points at Billy, who actually wasn’t going

to snark right now, who raises his hand defensevly“if everyone involved agree on them, okay?” he points at Steve this time, and he kind of feels like that one time when he was forced to play the nerd game with the little nerds, so he doesn’t say anything and just nod

“okay” Eddie moves on, “so yeah, you can use colors, like Billy said, but I personally prefer when everyone has a personal word to use- something that has no appeal to them and what they usually don’t talk about” he mimics being grossed out. for me, it’s “joghurt”. so like, if

you two are at each other’s throats and I scream “joghurt” that means you need two shut up until I leave the room, because it’s bringing bad memories and I’m going to have a meltdown if I won’t remove himself, okay?” Steve nods, grateful for non-sexual example, while Billy

stiffens up and looks a bit perturbed by that bit of vulnerability, which, that’s not that surprising, not coming from Eddie. he’s definitely most forthcoming with his shit than all the other fucked up people Steve associates himself with. “okay, so there’s a big thing

about safe words: they’re indisputable, under any circumstances, not mater what. if someone says «red» or their word, everything stops, no matter if you are fucking, or fighting or arguing- it just ends and nobody complains about it, ever, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of”

while the beginning of this particular part of his speech Eddie directs at Steve, he ends it with his face inches from Billy’s’ who responds with just a slightly sour grin and a playful tug at Eddie’s vest “that’s a beautiful sermon, Mr. Munson, but can wrap it up already?”

he shoot’s Steve unsure look. “We also have a thing to talk about?” he clearly didn’t want it to come out as a question but Steve likes it, that he’s basically asking for permission. so yeah, Munsons right with his directing - between the two of them, Steve is usually the one

to call the shots and Billy’s the one liquidating and then having internal conflicts about how easy it is for him to just give up. Steve usually intuits the fuck out of their mess and tries not to pry, but it seems like Eddie has completely different philosophy when it comes to

talking. having emotions and dealing with them. which, like, Steve already knew, but it’s weird to see in practice. and also used on his boyfriend. usually, the talks they talk between ending up i. someone’s bed oscillate between small talk and gossip, even if

Billy likes to call it “getting up to date” or “making sure we’re not about to get chased out of the town”. but usually is gossip, plain and simple and the only really relationship-y thing they do is fuck. it’s clearly already changed, because while Billy is flirting

most often than not, usually his flirts are a full frontal attack, overdone and cheesy. today Billy’s hitting that really sweet tone he’s so ashamed of, and they didn’t even get to the part during which Billy and Eddie actually discuss actual relationship.

Eddie actually looks surprised the second talk was still on the menu. So he thought he already covered it, or that it wasn’t that important to them. or maybe, Steve thinks looking at sprawled out, smoking Billy, who does his best to really exude that completely fake

feeling of borderline boredom. so maybe Eddie thinks Billy’s done talking for today. well, he’s certainly not in a mood for other activities yet, still so anxious about what he wants to say. “so what’s next in the agenda, Munson” he asks. steve in turn, is completely relaxed

sending Eddie that lazy, carefree grin, as he lets his eyes wander. that flusters Eddie like usually, which is unexpected for someone bringing their fuck buddies printouts out a book on sado maso, but not unwelcomed. he clears his throat and decides they should

probably think about what they want their safewords to be. Steve says “monster” without giving it a second thought, voice way more gravelly than he intended. Eddie frowns with sympathy but inquires further. “are you sure it won’t come out in a conversation? bc it could get

confusing” “nah, it’s always demodogs, or demogorgon or whatever cute name kids came out for those fuckers” he answers, “pretty sure i only think about them as a monster in my nightmares” he shook himself a little. Billy was quiet during this exchange, not only

not offering his thoughts on the presented topic but also becoming still like a statue. “Billy” Steve nudged him lightly to get his attention back on the conversation. Billy, shivered as if he just get out of a deep water. momentarily he looked like he thought of

something then turned the deep shade of red, one that definitely meant he was really embarrassed. So Steve just ignored that, kicking Eddie in the shin when he opened his mouth. in the end, Billy volunteered “I think I talk about my shit too much” he laughed, still

bit pinkish in the cheeks. “‘think I will stick with red, ‘till I can think about something better”. “sure, sure” Eddie nodded. “so? what was your thing?”

It was so much more awkward to actually talk to Eddie rather than speculate about how that conversation could go, with Steve, i. the safety of night, few drunk beer and a smoked joint. asking Eddie out in the harsh light of the day, while they all sat outside,

just about in the middle of nowhere, it felt wrong. invasive. “you’re only sane person in this goddamned town” he finally spited out. it wasn’t going how he planned, but he preferred to fall back on familiar routine then make a fucking idiot of himself. “don’t let it get to your

head, the bar is like, on the floor” he continued before Eddie managed any response beside his shit-eating grin. he fished massacred pack of marlboros from the pocket of his jeans, and only when he already had a cigarette between his lips, he murmured: “we should go out sometime”

there. statement. no questions. Eddie gaped at him like a fish out of water, his gaze flicking to Steve, who finally decided to be of some use. “don’t look at me, man” he laughed. “this one’s between the two of you and I sweared not to micromanage”. “So everything’s clear?”

Billy asked, completely rhetorically, since he didn’t give Eddie chance to react before crawling over him and kissing his open mouth, one of his hands finding a place in his hair, the other one – on Eddie’s flat stomach. they were kissing only for a moment, before something

gripped his hairs, hard, and yanked with enough force to make him let go of Eddie and get to his knees. Steve was standing over them, picture-perfect vision of politeness, looking almost disinterested, if not for a gleam in his eyes Billy first saw long before he would even dare

to dream of having- this. Billy panted in the general direction of Steve’s crotch, but he only smiled a bit wider and shook Billy by the death grip he had on his hairs. “now, Billy, all this talk about communication, don’t you think you should let Eddie at least state his opinion

“Munson knows I’m a treasure” Billy panted, trying to actually get a look on Eddie’s long body sprawled on the ground, but the task was proven near impossible due to Steve’s hand still forcing him to look up at him. “Uh-huh. Sure, Eddie, you have something to say? Or ask about?”

You could still hear a smile in Eddie’s voice, but he started sounding a bit nervous. “Uh, yeah actually, I think there’s still more talking to do, as sad as I am to let Billy here go”. Billy groaned. His jeans were getting uncomfortably tight, as his dick swollen as Steve and

Eddie talked over him. “And I’d rather not do it in the field” they’ve decided to meet on the neutral ground this time, since possibly groundbreaking discussions and shit. “Yours or mine” Steve asked Eddie directly, not letting go of Billy’s hair in the slightest, ignoring

him still. Billy whined. While he actually preferred to hang out in Eddie’s trailer, Steve’s parents’ house had enormous advantage that was a full ton of place and actually comfortable beds that could fit all three of them without somebody always being at risk of falling of and

smashing his head on a bedside table. Steve just shushed him. “I wasn’t asking you” he said in that flippant tone perfectly matching a rich bastard who’d just walked all over a fucking mess like Billy. He’d keeled over, if not for Steve’s hand, which was starting to feel like

his life-line, his only connection to slowly fading reality. “Jesus Harrington” Eddie’s voice was coming from far away as well. “we can ride to yours, I can’t exactly march him like that in front of neighbors. Or Wayne”. the thought of being lead through a trailer park, or having

to face someone he was seeing almost everyday send a wave of- something through Billy, as well as shiver of weird mix of pleasure and embarrassed, setting his veins on fire and freezing them at the same moment. “fuck, fuck, fuck” he chanted, squirming, not even trying to move

from his position at Steve’s feet. he thought fleetingly, that if they were supposed to talk soon, he probably wouldn’t be much of a help. he would maybe even prefer that – leave talking to Steve. he would know exactly what to tell Eddie to convince him it was a good idea

Billy’s talking never get him too far, except maybe put him in ever bigger trouble.

TBC

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