friends with benefits harringrove but steve moans eddie's name when he comes inside billy:
over the few months that he and steve had been fucking on the low, billy felt himself slowly falling in love with those brown locks, kind heart, and gentle smile. steve looked at billy like he was actually worth something, like he wasn't just a broken, useless faggot piece of shit as his dad loved to say. it wasn't like they were strictly friends with benefits either. they were casual friends too. sometimes they hung out or talked to each other like they weren't about to tear off each other's clothes two seconds later.
sure, the sex was amazing. steve always left billy coming back for more. he swore he could feel steve inside him for days after. but it wasn't just the sex. the part after was also really nice. back in cali, whenever billy hooked up, the guy would always just come and then leave.
but with steve? steve was usually rough with billy because that was their deal. hate sex. or like. super rough and nasty sex because they both enjoyed that. whenever billy laid in bed post-sex covered in steve's cum, spit, and sweat, his mind would feel so fuzzy and warm. steve said it happened to people when they'd been fucked really good. billy expected steve to just go shower, meaning that billy had to be out of the house before he was out of the bathroom. but when steve stepped back out of the bathroom, he came back with a towel to wipe billy's body. he also brought a water bottle and sat billy up to help him drink. they always ended the night with steve holding billy to his chest.
so screw him for falling in love with the first person to be gentle with him after his mother left, like, fucking ten years ago.
the moment steve moaned another man's name in his ear, billy tensed up. he felt steve cum inside and then pull out, collapsing next to him on the bed. billy didn't come. he felt his erection go down as he laid there, eyes blank. eddie munson, the local drug dealer.
honestly, this was partially billy's fault. he should've noticed the signs. part of him thought he did notice them but he just chose to ignore them for the sake of his heart. the first month and a half of their arrangement was great. they were fucking like animals and then talking like they were friends afterwards. billy's heart skipped a beat whenever he saw steve in the halls or as they laid side by side on the bed, breathless and in bliss.
but after a while, billy started noticing the way steve looked at eddie munson. it was the same way billy looked at steve. steve never looked at billy like that.
billy had bought weed from munson before and he knew the guy was friends with max's friends. by connection, that probably meant steve and munson talked a lot. sex with steve became... weird after that. steve got a bit too rough sometimes, as though he was pounding his frustrations out in billy. he stopped being as gentle as he usually was whenever he cleaned billy up. he did it quickly, like he just wanted it to be over. he never outright kicked billy out, but billy knew when he was unwanted so he stopped staying over after the sex part.
he tried not to feel hurt because there was no point. steve had told him before they began this casual relationship that it was always going to be strictly sex and nothing else. billy had agreed like a dumbass.
but that didn't make it hurt any less when steve started having billy on his stomach during sex so he didn't have to see his face. they often fucked like that even before everything, but it was when billy asked to be on his back and steve hesitated that billy understood. so now he just stayed on his stomach.
billy hid his tears from steve whenever they both finished. it was pathetic. clearly, billy was hoping for the impossible. steve would never like him back. billy was mean and violent and angry all the time. he wasn't a good person or a fun person to be around. eddie munson was funny, kind, and sweet to everyone no matter what. he was just the kind of person steve would fall in love with. not billy.
"you're leaving already?" steve's low voice came from beside billy. billy glanced at him, looking at his sleepy face and spent body. he felt a pathetic laugh bubble up in his chest as he pulled on his jeans.
"what are you laughing about?" steve asked, sounding amused. billy's heart clenched painfully, wishing and wishing and wishing.
he stood up, pulling his sweater over his head. "eddie munson, huh?" billy let out a shaky laugh, fixing his ruffled clothes.
steve sat up instantly at the name. ouch, billy thought drily. he furrowed his brows, "what about him?"
billy shook his head. "nothing."
"are you messing with him, billy? i swear to god, man." steve sounded so defensive and angry. billy's bottom lip wobbled, because obviously he was the bad guy. of course steve was going to assume billy hurt the dude. he was always fucking up.
billy gave him a deadpanned stare. "you moaned his name, harrington."
steve's eyes immediately widened regretfully and his body tensed up. he ran a frantic hand through his messy hair. "oh shit- shit, billy, i-"
billy clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the tears pricking in his eyes. "it's whatever, man. i mean, we're just fuck buddies, right? that's what you said." say no, say no, say no.
"i- yeah, but... it was still shitty of me," steve said quietly, clearing his throat. his face was red.
billy quickly turned back around so his back was to steve. his stomach dropped as a tear rolled down his cheek, making him stifle a sob. why was he crying? he should've expected this. he wiped at his face subtly, shrugging his shoulders. he cleared his throat. "it's fine. just sex." billy hated the way his voice wavered.
he bent down to grab his car keys before turning to the door. steve was silent behind him. "you, uh. you should ask him out," he mumbled, hands shaking.
when steve didn't respond, billy sniffled and walked out the door. please come after me. i'm sorry. i'll be better. i'll be good.
billy collapsed in his car and finally let out the broken sob he was holding in. his hands were too shaky to even use his keys to turn on the engine.
at least this time, billy was the one leaving first.
