steve naked + dressed in billy's leather jacket = sex week
honestly more like sex month- no sex year.
It’s like an infinite ‘Shark Week’ except it’s called ‘Sex Year’, and it’s all about how hard Billy gets when he sees Steve in his leather/denim jackets.
Billy has such a thing for Steve in his clothes even when it’s not necessarily sexual too!
For example, think that when Billy and Steve first start dating, Steve steals every sweatshirt Billy owns within like, a week. He is so in love with the smell of that boy it’s crazy. He wears them everywhere and people definitely notice his change in style. “Steve, since when did you like Metallica?” or “Where did you get that, have you ever even been to California before?” Steve would always just come up with some bullshit answer like ‘Why not, they’re a good band,” or “My parents got it for me,” But he knew where they were really from an so did Billy.
That brings me to Billy’s reaction when he sees Steve in his clothes for the first time in school. Steve is wearing one of Billy’s Ratt t-shirt tucked into a pair light colored acid wash jeans and a pair of white converse that had definitely seen better days. Billy swore he was going to pop the most awkward boner ever right in the middle of the hallway when he see’s Steve by his locker talking to Nancy in the morning. He doesn’t eve remember when Steve took it, then he realized he must have left it the night before. He wanted to cuss Steve out for being so stupid and so damn obvious. He was sure that everyone and their mothers would know that it was Billy’s and the secret would be out. But, really, the only person that noticed was Nancy and he knew she wouldn’t tell. As much as he resented her at first for hurting Steve, they actually became somewhat good friends, she was a lot less of a ‘Miss Priss’ than he once thought.
The next time it was one of Billy’s hoodies. Steve had completely forgotten he had promised to take Dustin to the arcade, so it was a surprise when he was jolted awake by the sudden sound of his phone ringing. He groan and waked into the kitchen to pick it up. “Hello?” he asked innocently enough, then came Dustin talking up a storm about “Were you asleep Steve?” and “Did you seriously forget… again?” because it definitely wasn’t the first time he had forgotten to pick up Dustin. So he was grabbing his keys about to rush out the door. He even had his hand on the handle when he realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He groaned knowing if he wasted any more time he would surely be yelled at some more, so he was about to run upstairs when something caught his eye. It was Billy’s lifeguard hoodie hanging over the side of the couch. He didn’t waste anytime throwing it on and rushing to Dustins house, hoping a cop wouldn’t pull him over.
Thankfully he picked Dustin up successfully without getting pulled over (not that he was really worried because he had Hopper on his side now, and knew for a fact he had a soft spot for the kids and even him.) and rushed him to the arcade. He felt victorious when Dustin didn’t even notice his bright red sweatshirt, or at least he didn’t say anything. But, of course Billy was dropping off Max the same time he was dropping off Dustin. But this didn’t bother Steve on bit because if there was one thing he was good at it was being a little brat. He didn’t usually get out of the car when he dropped off Dustin, but he made up an excuse that Nancy wanted him to tell Mike something, (He knew it was a stupid excuse, but he thought it was pretty good for a heat of the moment lie) So he gets out of the car, making an obvious show of tugging down the hoodie before sticking his hands inside of the pockets and pulling the hood up. He had a smirk on his face because he could probably feel Billy’s eyes burning into the back of his head (and his ass). He only walked into the Arcade for a few seconds before leaving the kids to their games and walking back out. He is surprised when all of a sudden he is being pulled by the collar into the back alley behind the Arcade. Suddenly lips are being clashed together, hips grinding against each other. Needless to say, Steve gets the blow job of the century.
Now finally we make it to Steve in Billy’s leather jacket. To set the scene Billy had just finished a shift at the pool and actually had to get in the water. that’s what he got for letting some kid get in literally seconds after he ate. So, Billy didn’t even bother changing before going over to Steve’s house and taking a shower. Steve knew he was coming, made Billy dinner and everything. He wasn’t expecting Billy to need a shower, but he could wait. He sent Billy a quick ‘Better hurry before the food gets cold” up the stairs before he walked into the living room, setting two plates on the coffee table and lighting a few candles before sitting on the couch. What he doesn’t expect is to sit on a pile of Billy’s discarded clothes, but he just stands up and pushed them to the side. White t-shirt, tight jeans, heavy boots, underwear, socks, then he see’s it Billy’s leather jacket. He picks it up, running his fingers over the smooth material, bringing the jacket up to his nose to take a whiff. He closes his eyes, letting the smell of his boyfriend surround him. He swore he stood there for at least five minutes, letting the smell take him over. Then he gets an idea. He looks down at the dinner, biting his lip, trying to decide if what he was thinking was worth it, and yeah, it definitely was. So, he rushed up the stairs to his room, hoping to make it before Billy got out of the shower. He quickly stripped down to nothing but his underwear, still insure of the idea. He looked down at the leather jacket laying on his perfectly made bed.
He quickly slid his underwear down his legs, throwing them with the rest of his clothes into a pile in the corner. He felt kind of awkward. Usually sex between him and Billy just happened. It was never really planned and he liked it like that, it was always heat of the moment. But he thought that maybe he could like it like this too, like teasing Billy until he fucked him so rough that there was a Steve sized indent in the mattress.
Steve felt so out of his element, he could hear the shower going, still trying to figure out his position. He just sat there for a second, totally naked except for the leather jacket over his torso. Should he be hard? Probably. So, he laid his head back onto his pillow, looking up to the ceiling before spitting in his hand and reaching between his legs. All it took was a few lazy pumps and he was rock hard, Billy’s name on his lips. He was too taken with the smell and the feel to even notice that the shower had turned off and Billy was standing in the doorway a towel wrapped around his waist. He was watching Steve with parted lips, mouth quickly drying out. Steve still didn’t notice until Billy cleared his throat. He quickly blushed a deep shade of crimson looking at Billy through thick lashes, a soft whine escaping his throat as he took his hand off of his cock, hips twitching up to nothing. Billy wasted no more time dropping his towel and fucking Steve into the next century, multiple times. Leather jacket on the whole time.
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