steve is drunk -or wasted, is more like it- and at a house party when he makes his way outside for some fresh air and stumbles into billy hargrove who is smoking while leaning against a wall. the blonde looks like he always does, of course, wearing a partially unbuttoned shirt with a leather jacket over it, jeans that makes his ass look amzing (not that steve’s looked or anything) and with his curls perfect and his pendant resting delicately between his pecs. steve is immediately angry.
“asshole.” steve grumbles and billy turns his head to look at him, his lips slowly spreading into a smirk.
“king steve.” billy greets coolly, blowing out cigarette smoke from between his perfect pink lips and steve goes from angry to furious.
“asshole!” he says more passionately and stumbles closer, pretty sure that the blonde muttered something that sounded like ‘you are what you eat’ with a smug grin on his lips but steve was a little too drunk to tell.
“i have a question.” he slurs, narrowing his eyes at billy. “answer my question, asshole.” he insists, clumsily crossing his arms over his chest.
“ask your question, princess.” billy says as he raises a perfect eyebrow (steve is gonna punch him. in the mouth… with his mouth.) and steve grins a little at the petname before he can help himself.
“are you a model?” he slurs and billy just stares at him. “like, w-where you born looking like a calvin klein model or was puberty just nice to only you?” he narrows his eyes as he asks, leaning closer and poking billy in the chest and wow, what a nice, fit chest. steve wants to rest his head on it. or lick it… or bite it. wait, no he doesn’t, he’s angry at billy and his perfect everything.
“that’s two questions, pretty boy.” billy informs him with an amused curl to his lips, throwing aside his cigarette and gripping the hand that steve has pressed to his chest and squeezing it gently. “shut up, i’m mad at you.” steve tells him and considers stepping back and away from billy. doesn’t do it.
“mad at me?” billy asks, his eyes slightly wide. “why?” the blonde tilts his head as he leans closer to steve, their faces now inches apart.
“you’re so hot. you’re too hot, how are you so hot?” steve groans, aware that he’s currently whining but too drunk to care. billy looks like christmas came early, his eyes bright and his lips curled into a wide grin as he slowly pulls steve closer. “you think i’m hot?” billy asks like someone who knows the answer but just wants it said again and steve is drunk but he isn’t stupid, thank you very much, and he’s very much in control of the situation so he’s not gonna tell billy that he thinks he’s hot.
“no.” he pouts and billy snorts, smoothing a hand down his back. “okay,” billy agrees easily, his lips now curling into a fond smile, “how much did you drink, princess?” he asks and steve blinks in response.
“i have a question for you.” he tells billy and frowns in confusion when billy just laughs. “are you gonna ask me if i’m a model or if puberty was only nice to me and no one else?” he asks and steve gapes at him, wondering if billy is somehow a mind reader. “woah.” he breathes in awe and billy only laughs harder before he just picks steve up bridal style, his chest still rumbling with laughter.
“let’s get you home, pretty boy.” billy says and steve just pouts and rests his head on his shoulders as billy walks back into the house to make his way out the door, ignoring the people who call his name and muttering something about coming back later for steve’s car as he approaches the camaro and holds steve with just one arm in order to open the passenger side door. steve feels a shiver go down his spine at that.
billy carefully places him down on the passenger seat and buckles him in before making his way around the car to get into the driver’s seat, shutting the door and putting the key in the ignition, smirking as he turns it and the camaro roars to life.
“seatbelt.” steve huffs as billy pulls out of the driveway and starts driving down the street. “seatbelt, c’mon.” he insists and pokes billy’s arm (woah, hello muscles), nodding when billy rolls his eyes but dutifully puts his seatbelt on.
steve looks out the window after a few moments of silence. “where’re we goin’?” he mumbles, yawning and scratching lazily at his jaw. he turns his head to see billy looking at him while giving him a soft, fond smile. “eyes on the road.” he says and billy huffs and rolls his eyes again. asshole.
“i’m gonna take you home.” billy mutters as he turns his attention back to the dark roads of hawkins.
steve just stares at the side of billy’s face for a few long moments. “i have a question for you.” he eventually says and is extremely confused when billy just bursts into laughter, having to stop on the side of the road from how hard he’s laughing.
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