(Trigger warning for internalized homophobia, bad words will be said.)
Once the water ran clear Steve turned off the warm water and gave Billy a towel, Steve walked him back to his room and sat him on the bed. Kneeling down in front of him Steve looked up into his face.
“Billy, what happened?” Steve asked, searching Billy’s eyes.
Reaching up to gently touch Billy’s face. “Talk to me.”
Billy growled, he shot up and grabbed Steve’s face, yanking him to his feet then pushing him back into the wall roughly. Shocked Steve gasped, Billy kissed the taller boy desperate and hungry, pushing himself hard against Steve. Looking down at Hargrove yet again surprised, Steve pushed him off.
“Hargrove, what the hell?!” Steve yelled.
It had no effect on Billy whatsoever, who again shoved Steve into the wall and put his mouth on his. Steve made a sound of objection and tried to pry Billy off, but he was solid and unmoving. Steve turned his head away from Billy’s mouth and instantly regretted the decision. Hargrove grabbed Steve’s jaw, putting his thumb under his chin to hold Steve in place.
Steve’s scream was cut off by Billy moving his hand up to cover his mouth as Hargrove sunk his teeth into Steve’s neck. Panicked, he dug his nails into Billy’s shoulders trying to shove him away. Steve gasped, melting into Billy when he started sucking on the bite mark. Moaning Steve struggled to clear his head, it hurt but in a way that made Steve pull Billy closer to him. Made Steve wrap his arms around Billy’s shoulders and tilt his head giving Billy more room to work with.
“Fuck..” Steve mumbled breathlessly.
Just as quickly as Billy had turned the bite into a tender suck, he moved down and bit Steve roughly again making his whole body jerk. Billy grabbed at Steve harsh and needy, and Steve moaned. The feeling reminded Steve of his objections. Weakly he tried to push Billy away again and again the bite turned soft, tongue tracing over the indentations. It felt amazing. Biting, real biting, not little love bites was something Steve had never tried before. Now he was starting to think he’d been missing out… but he had to stop this, he couldn’t let Billy blind him to his guilt any longer.
“S-Stop… Bil.. Billy stop.” Steve huffed feeling light headed.
Surprisingly Billy complied, he gave Steve a few inches of space. Steve figured Billy would put up at least a little fight instead he put his head in the crook of Steve’s neck.
“Don’t ask me to stop.” Billy whispered against Steve’s collar bone.
Steve took a deep breath, he looked up at the ceiling trying to clear his thoughts. He was still reeling from the bites; the throbbing wasn’t helping him either, but he couldn’t do this. It felt too much like taking advantage of Hargrove. Something was obviously wrong with him. Steve had been so consumed with his own problems he didn’t bother thinking about Billy…
“I can’t…you… look at you… What happened?” Steve asked unmoving.
Steve felt a chill run up his spine as Billy laughed, shaking his head while pulling away from Steve. Billy stood a few feet away from Steve, towel gone, body on full display as he gave Steve this look he couldn’t place. Something like disgust with a hint of anger, it wasn’t a look Steve enjoyed getting.
“I didn’t come here to talk.”
“You came here drunk! Now beat up and what? I’m just supposed to take advantage of you?” Steve asked, trying to get Billy to understand why he couldn’t.
The way Billy laughed and looked him up and down made Steve feel like a piece of meat. Hargrove bit his lower lip and stalked closer to Steve. Gasping as he felt Billy’s fingers slowly trail over the top of his pants; growing closer and closer to the space between his hips. Steve watched him trying to ignore the lust that balled up in his stomach, Billy dipped his fingers into Steve’s pants teasingly slow.
“I’m not some helpless bird. I came here to fuck you, because I want to. I want to see you under me.” Billy’s eyes shifted down to Steve’s lips. “I wanna hear you screaming for me.”
Billy’s eyes darkened, he ran his tongue over his teeth. “You think you’re taking advantage? I am. I’m here to take advantage of you.”
Billy’s face twisted with something close to pain. “But fuck… I want you to want me too.” Steve swallowed hard at Billy’s voice, dark, thick with lust and raw with animosity.
Steve watched every word leave Billy’s mouth swallowing hard, he felt suffocated by the confession; but fuck, every word of that turned Steve on. Steve’s resolve started breaking, God, how did Billy do that to him? Taking a shaky breath Steve closed his eyes scrambling to clear his head. Why was this a bad thing? Why couldn’t he do this? What was he afraid of? Steve was so weak and Billy was grown, he could decide what he needed better than Steve right?
“Tell me to keep going.” Billy urged, making Steve whimper.
There was something so appealing about the way Billy looked at him, something that begged Steve to do as he said. Tired of fighting to be the good guy Steve sighed. Today he was going to let Billy have what he wanted; he was going to give in and let himself go. Today Steve wasn’t going to think, he was going to revel in being taken advantage of.
“Keep going.” Steve blushed looking away from Billy.
Steve was suddenly feeling very vulnerable standing there with Billy, hard and submissive, waiting for Billy to take him.
Billy took the invitation. Billy broke down those walls he’d built up around the anger that could scorch him down to the bone, around the hate he had to lock away to survive, and the deep well of pain he ignored. It flowed over him urging him forward, begging to get his hand on Steve; and once his greedy hands touched that warm inviting skin Billy lost himself.
Slamming Harrington back into the wall, mouth hot on his, desperate, too needy. Their teeth clanked together. Billy brought his hand up to Steve’s neck and pulled him in closer while pushing his tongue into Steve’s mouth. Billy’s free hand pushed at Steve’s shirt craving the feel of bare skin.
Teeth raked against Steve’s throat, nails digging into his perfect sink, it was crazed and rough, and demanding. Like he couldn’t get enough of Harrington to fill him up, to make the ravenous hunger supside. There wasn’t enough room for Billy to properly rip Steve apart, he needed more, needed to get him sprawled out so Billy could ruin every part of king Steve.
Growling Billy grabbed Steve’s thighs lifting him up onto his hips so he could carry Harrington to the bed without taking his starving mouth off that pure porcelain skin. Throwing him down Billy took a moment to look down at him, admiring the way his shirt pulled up around his chest, his body was already dotted with red marks, his face and shoulders flushed, chest heaving, eyes lost in Billy’s. It was Beautiful.
‘Filthy. Vile. Disgusting.’
No, not today. Today Steve was beautiful and Billy was going to eat him alive.
Sitting up on his elbows Steve looked up at Billy. Steve’s breath caught in his throat, his skin was on fire from Billy’s assault but he hadn’t felt this good in months. The way Billy’s eyes ran over his body made him feel heat in his cheeks, he shouldn’t have liked those dark eyes on him so much, but God, he did. Swallowing hard, Steve watched Billy play with the top of his sweatpants, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. Billy’s fingers ran along the sweats where that sat on Steve’s hips. Slow, painfully slow Billy pulled them down, past his hips, down, over his already hard cock, then down the rest of him.
“Shit…” Steve huffed, licking his suddenly very dry lips.
“What? I haven’t even started, pretty boy.”
Licking his lips Billy crawled up the bed taking the time to leave small love bites along Steve’s body, who withered and moaned under his sharp mouth. Once he reached Steve’s hips Billy kissed the protruding bone before leaving a bruisingly hard bite. Steve cried out covering his mouth with one hand as he withered and arched into the bite. Billy pulled away and chuckled, reaching up to pull Steve’s arm away from his face.
“I wanna hear you.” Billy spoke darkly.
Harrington nodded, and Billy went back to work sucking hard on the fresh bite mark on Steve’s hip, pulling another moan from Harrington. The anger called for more, harder, it called for Steve to scream and beg. The hate wanted him broken, wanted him to feel every bit of it; and the pain wanted him wrecked, wanted him in tears so Billy could lick them off his face. Billy sunk in between Steve’s legs, he rubbed their erections together, sinking teeth into Steve again where his neck met his shoulder. Harrington cursed, one hand digging into Billy’s hip, the other wrapped around his back holding on tightly, hips bucking up. Billy was on fire, burning alive on top of Steve.
‘You’ll never be anything more than a filthy fucking faggot’
Releasing Steve’s neck Billy brought his hand up and spit in it, catching Steve cock in his hand Billy rubbed his thumb over the head; giving him a few slow pumps before he grabbed his own and ran his slick fingers over them both, he watched Steve’s face. It was soothing to watch the pleasure roll over Harrington, his eyes rolled back and he gasped arching into the touch, Billy bet he hadn’t ever been touched quite like this before. Kissing Steve’s jaw he gave him a few extra strokes before he let go and brought his hand back up, Steve stopped him and shook his head.
“I have lube… the,” Steve licked his lips and swallowed hard. “The spit is hot as fuck, but lube last longer.” He whispered breathlessly, rolling over and crawling to his bedside table. Steve came back with a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
“Pretty presumptuous of you, Harrington. How many time did you want me to fuck you exactly?” Billy couldn’t help but tease.
It was cute watching Steve’s face turn with the realization, he turned beet red and started stammering. Billy crawled up on all fours to Steve, he fisted his hand in Harrington’s hair and yanked his head back. The way Steve gasped and let his eyes flutter shut made Billy smile. Kissing Steve hungrily Billy groaned when Steve opened his mouth wide to welcome Billy’s tongue, Harrington sucked on his tongue swallowing hard and chasing after Billy when he pulled away.
Grabbing Steve’s thighs Billy yanked him back down into the bed, mouth back on Steve’s in a matter of seconds, still ever so desperate. Fingers danced over Steve’s taking the bottle of lube from him, it only took a moment for Billy to lather both of their cocks up and then he was back to rutting his hips into Steve’s so they were both getting that delicious friction. Billy’s free hand fisted into Steve’s hair with the other slick one pushed Steve’s leg up out of his way. A single finger pressed at Steve, who tensed up at the feeling.
“Relax, Princess… It’s going to feel really, really good.” Billy kissed the pulse in Steve’s throat. “Just relax, and let me loosen you up.”
‘Whore. Vile, disgusting whore.’
It was cute really, watching the way Steve shut his eyes and swallowed hard trying to relax. Billy kissed Steve, soft, their lips lingering together while Billy pushed against Steve’s hole. Harrington’s face crumpled, Steve groaned and squirmed as Billy slowly pushed his middle finger inside him all the way to the second knuckle. Billy licked at Steve’s lower lip and Steve opened his mouth, his face starting to flatten back out. Tongue exploring Steve’s tonsils Billy swirled his finger inside Steve. The lube was a godsend, it made everything so much easier, smoother, and sloppier. Billy loved sloppy, his mouth watered just thinking about all the things he wanted to do to Steve.
“Fuck!” Billy couldn’t help but moan out after Steve had tangled his hand in Billy’s hair and pulled him in closer so he could swallow down all the extra saliva from the kiss.
Steve looked embarrassed, face turning bright red as he tried to shrink away from Billy, it was adorable. Billy pulled his finger almost all the way out then pumped it back in, twisting it around searching for Steve’s sweet spot. Pressing his face up against Steve’s ear Billy kissed Harrington’s jaw just below his earlobe.
“That was so fucking hot.” Billy groaned into Steve’s ear.
Steve shivered and arched into Billy, biting down on the back of his knuckles to keep himself as quiet as possible when Billy’s words vibrated throughout his body. A gasp fell from Steve’s lips when Billy yanked his head back with the hand still knotted in Steve’s hair. Billy was fingering into Steve at a brutal pace, and when Billy pulled Steve’s head back it lengthened out Steve’s neck. Licking his lips and swallowing hard Steve felt exposed, vulnerable. The sensation of Billy’s finger inside him was still new and strange, and he didn’t know how to stop thinking about the dull ache he felt with just one finger.
“Stop trying to hide.” Billy whispered against Steve’s Adam’s apple. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I want to hear you. I want to see you.”
Steve knitted his brows together, clenched his jaw and did his very best not to melt at Billy’s words. Choking on a moan Steve dug his fingers into Billy’s shoulders while Billy started his assault on Steve’s chest. Billy had pushed Steve’s shirt up, letting it bunch up in Steve’s armpits as he sunk his teeth into Steve over and over, always making sure to suckle and kiss at them after. Steve didn’t know at what point he had started screaming out curses and yeses, and praises for Billy.
Steve felt the stretch of a second finger being added inside him but his whole body was on fire, the sting of the bites and his weeping cock that was being ignored drowned out any pain he was supposed to be feeling. It had been too long, Steve had been so touch starved that he was nearly incoherent by the time Billy added a third finger inside of him. Every inch of him was throbbing with anticipation, with desire, he hurt all over and it felt so fucking good.
“It,” Steve huffed breathlessly. “It feels s-so fucking good,” Steve withered, grinding his hips up to try and get some friction. “Billy,”
Fuck, the way Steve said his name had shifted something inside Billy, the raging firestorm that wanted to break Steve had started to sizzle down to nothing more than embers. It was like Harrington had thrown a blanket around him to smother the fire out. Why was he so fucking soothing?
“Yeah?” Billy smiled. “You like that?” Billy breathed against the shell of Steve’s ear.
“Y-yes” Steve gasped and Billy could hear the blush that was creeping up his face in his voice.
Moving down Steve’s body Billy couldn’t help himself. Steve had turned out to be so much better than Billy was expecting, so much more interesting and intoxicating. Billy couldn’t believe how down right filthy Steve was and if Harrington liked what Billy was doing now, then Billy was going to show him what real pleasure felt like.
‘Of course you’d end up being the whore with a wide open mouth’
Billy could feel Steve’s eyes on him. Harrington sat back up on his elbow and opened his mouth, but Billy was quick to shut him up. Taking the head of Steve’s cock into his mouth Billy swirled his tongue and pushed deeply into Steve curling his fingers. The sounds that came out of Steve’s mouth made Billy smile, he stole a glance up at Steve who had collapsed back into the bed and gripped at the bedding.
Billy bobbed up and down on the head of Steve’s cock, letting his mouth water so he could slather Harrington up before swallowing him down all while slowing his fingers down to a snail’s pace. Billy moaned as he felt Steve sweep all the hair from his face holding it out of the way. Looking back up Billy caught Steve’s eye. Harrington was watching him with half lidded eyes, pupils looking blown as he gasped and moaned as Billy slobbered all over him.
“Fuuuuuck.” Steve sighed.
The way Steve moaned drove Billy harder, faster, the hand in his hair fisted making him moan around the cock in his throat. Billy again curled his fingers searching for the spot inside Steve that would have him cumming into Billy’s throat. Steve moaned out a new slew of curse words. Fuck, Billy could feel himself leaking, he was so hard and hearing Steve call out his name was going to push him over the edge.
“Fuck, Billy!” Steve cried out, tossing his head back and arching his body.
Groaning Billy had to pull away from Steve who was sprawled out on the bed, legs spread wide, body trembling, chest heaving with each ragged breath, if he didn’t he would keeping going till they were both cumming. Billy would suck down every last drop of cum, greedy and desperate, and Billy would cum all over the bed wasting it. No, no, Billy wanted to know what steve felt like, he wanted to fuck him till he was begging Billy to go harder and that thought alone had Billy snatching up the condoms disgarded on the bed.
Steve whined, it wasn’t fair, he wanted more. He wanted Billy to touch him again, wanted that amazing mouth back on him so he could watch the way Billy swallowed him up like he was starving. Sitting back up, that drop of fear resurfaced when he watched Billy slide on the condom, crap Steve had been so caught up in the blow job he forgot what was coming. Would it hurt? Billy’s cock was so much bigger than his fingers. Dropping back down into the bed Steve tried to think about how good it felt when Billy was fingering him, it would feel like that right?
“Clam down, I’m not going to hurt you Princess.” Billy cooed crawling between Steve’s legs.
Taking a deep breath Steve closed his eyes trying to relax, but he could feel the tip against him and that made his stomach ball up with nerves. Steve made a soft sound when he felt Billy’s hand around his cock again. Billy rubbed the head and kissed Steve slow and deep,tongue licking at his mouth, but Steve’s brows were still knitted together, his eyes still pinched shut and his stomach still balled with anxiety.
“Do you want me?” Billy asked a little too softly.
“Yes.” Steve answered back so quickly he flinched, sinking down into the bed feeling embarrassed at how desperate he sounded.
Billy moved back down Steve’s body making Steve frown and look down in confusion. Billy looked up at Steve through his long lashes and kissed the tip of Steve cock, he sucked softly at the slit before sinking down to engulf the whole head. Steve groaned, reaching out to hold Billy’s hair back again, but Billy pushed Steve back into the bed.
“Lay down,” Billy growled. “And don’t cum yet.” He added before going back to swallowing Steve’s entire erection.
“Fuck, Billy.” Steve spoke breathlessly.
The sound of the lube bottle squirting out barely registered, Steve was trying too hard to not let himself orgasm. Billy was so good at sucking his dick, every roll of his tongue or bob of his head had Steve ready to grab a fist full of blond curls and just fuck into Billy’s mouth. The thought pulled a ragged moan from Steve’s lips. But then Billy started going so slow, his mouth sucking down inch by inch making Steve whine wanting more.
Steve started to get back up on his elbows wanting to see, but Billy pushed him back down. Steve reached up and grabbed his head board trying to keep his hands busy. Billy pulled off Steve and shifted on the bed. Frowning at the feel of a condom being rolled over him Steve started to look down at Billy but the blond caught Steve’s mouth in a kiss. When Steve tried to break the kiss but Billy grabbed his jaw gently keeping him in place.
The bed shifted again as Billy readjusted and straddled Steve’s hips, confusion washed over him but the way Billy’s tongue danced around his mouth called his attention and Steve quickly forgot about his questions. Hands roaming over Billy’s body Steve moaned into the kiss, chasing after him when Billy pulled away, with one hand Billy pushed him back into the bed and used the other to grab the headboard. Steve blinked up at him dazed by the kiss.
Billy couldn’t do it, he couldn’t let Steve’s first time be tainted with fear and pain. So Billy kept him occupied while he squirted lube out in hand and started prepping himself. It was hot having Steve watch him while Billy slobbered all over his cock, but Billy didn’t want Steve to see him fingering himself. It was too intimate, too shameful.
Billy had barely loosened himself up enough to take two fingers, but the way Steve pouted and tried to do as he was told made Billy say fuck it.
Billy kissed Steve and kept his face turned away. Fuck, Steve looked so beautiful under him, lazy confusion on his face.
‘Of course you wouldn’t be able to be the man. Everyone know the one that gets fucked is the bitch’
Pouring extra lube in his hand Billy made sure Steve was nice and slick before he started sinking down onto him, groaning at how tight he still was. One hand gripping the headboard, Billy’s eyes shut tight, hsi other hand sinking bruisingly hard into Steve’s hips trying to keep Harrington from fucking up into him. Billy had spent all his time prepping Steve and now he was struggling to breath past the ache of his tight hole trying to stretch out to accommodate Steve’s cock.
“Fuck, Billy,” Steve moaned arching into Billy. “fuuu cckkk.”
The moan was so loud it helped distract Billy from the pain, more then half way down and Billy tilted his head back on his shoulders groaning at the last few inches. Once Steve was fully inside him Billy took a moment to adjust. The burn and stretch hurt, but in a way that had Billy trembling, breathing deep quick breaths. Billy’s cock weeped, so hard it was almost painful.
Steve’s fingers dug into Billy’s ass, Harrington was trying so hard to be patient.
“A-are you okay?” Steve asked, running a hand up Billy’s back gently.
Nodding Billy rocked his hips back and forth, trying to get his body used to the intrusion. Steve moaned, running his hands gently over Billy’s hip and the small of his back soothingly. Swallowing hard, Billy leaned forward a little so he was facing Steve again, rolling his hips letting out a heavy sigh at the feeling, it had been so long since he’d been fucked.
Billy twitched hard, snapping his jaw shut tight to keep from crying out when Steve took his cock into his hand. Steve’s hand was slick with spit, he ran his thumb over the head of Billy’s erection causing Billy’s whole body to jerk. Billy slowly started moving, trying to find a rhythm. Steve matched the pace, slow long strokes till Billy ground himself down into Steve making them both arch and moan.
Billy rolled his hips and bounced up and down on Steve loving the way he cursed and called out Billy’s name. The dull ache inside him turned into pure pleasure when Billy managed to find that sweet spot inside of himself as he fucked Steve.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Billy shouted, his rhythm faltered as he tried to readjust but Steve had other plans.
Without hesitation Steve went after that spot in Billy, he started pumping his fist over Billy’s cock in time with his thrusts driving all sorts of sounds out of Billy.
“Oh, fuck!” Billy cried out, his mouth hanging open as Steve fucked into him. “Steve, fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
The hand on Billy’s hip dug in deeper as Steve used it to help pull Billy down harder and harder as Steve fucked deeper and deeper into him.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck!” Billy was almost crying from all the pleasure attacking his system. “RIght there, right there.”
The hand fisted around his cock, slick and strong, the cock inside his ass hitting him in just the right spot, and the hand on his hip so tight it fucking hurt. It was so fucking good, too fucking good, Billy couldn’t stand it, he wanted to cry or scream or melt into the fucking floor.
“Billy,” Steve almost whispered. “Billy.” Steve moaned
“Fuck me, Steve, fuck, fuck.”
Billy arched his back, he tossed his head back and cried out. Cum poured out over Steve’s hand, his body clenching as the orgasm hit so hard Billy saw spots of color behind his eyes. Steve followed suit, cursing and digging his nails into Billy’s hip as he pushed himself as far as he could into Billy before cumming.
Billy continued slowly rocking his hips for a few moments, Steve arched into the feeling riding the high of his orgasm. Rolling onto the bed Billy tried to catch his breath, he hummed happily feeling full(and it was quite in his head).
Heart pounding in his chest, covered in sweat he frowned as the bed shifted. Steve scooted over to throw his arm over Billy, he cuddled into him, eyes still closed. Steve was a cuddle kind of guy, he liked to make sure the other person felt good, after all the girls had told him that, but it was still strange.
“You okay?” Steve muttered against Billy’s shoulder, placing a lazy kiss into Billy’s skin.
Suddenly uncomfortable Billy started to get up, but Steve pulled him into a soft kiss. It only lasted a moment but it had Billy smiling and his head swimming. What the hell kind of hold did Steve have on him?
“I gotta go clean up Princess.” Billy whispered against his lips when Harrington tried kissing him again.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22658002
@lovebillyhargrove You remember this fic? I’m rewriting it again. XD
(Two fucking days, this took two fucking days to perfect and I’m not even sure if I like it. T^T)
