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Steve’s house has too many fucking rooms.
Billy’s never seen more than half of them, hasn’t really ventured too far outside of the kitchen, sitting room, and Steve’s room.
But here he was, banging into every single guest room, every single study, looking for Steve.
His car was out front, and Billy expected to find him in bed, ready for Billy to spend the night with a sweet smile and very little clothing.
But he wasn’t there.
And he wasn’t in the bathroom of the rec room, or the sitting room, or anywhere that Billy could think of.
He had checked everywhere, starting with the top floor and working his way down, poking his head in every bathroom and linen closet.
Turns out there was a washing machine and dryer on the top floor, as well as a set on the main floor.
“Fuckin’ rich people.”
Did they really have that much laundry? To constitute two different sets of machines? Billy does his own laundry, he knows how big a load is, why do three people need-
He found Steve.
In the fucking huge master bedroom.
He was curled up in the too-big bed, facing the ornate mantelpiece and the fireplace on the wall opposite the door.
“Stevie?”
He was asleep, his shoulders rising and falling gently with his breath.
He was curled in the center of the bed, one of the silk-covered pillows clutched to his chest, leaving plenty of room for Billy to squeeze behind him in the giant bed.
Billy left his jeans on the floor by the bed, yanking his shirt over his head to press himself against Steve in just his underwear.
Steve was warm.
He ran hot, generated so much heat when he slept he was like Billy’s own personal furnace.
The silk sheets were smooth and felt like nothing Billy had ever experienced against his skin.
The duvet was thick and heavy, and the bed smelled like the floral soap Steve used in the shower.
Steve shifted against Billy, his head shifting a bit.
“You with me?”
One dark eye blinked open, peering at Billy groggily.
“Kinda.”
“This your parents room?”
“Yeah. Mom’s, mostly.”
Steve’s dad had an apartment in the city, closer to the office. He spent most weeknights there when he could be assed to be in the state at all.
Billy really doesn’t know how that business runs with the Harrington couple almost never near their namesake firm. In fact, Billy doesn’t even know what the Harringtons do. Steve’s never told him.
“This bed is ridiculous.”
Steve huffed a laugh, rolling over lazily to tangle his legs with Billy, both their heads on the same pillow.
“Sometimes I sleep in here when I miss her. Is that weird?”
“No. She’s your mom. ‘s okay to miss her.”
Steve smiled at him weakly.
“The sheets like, always smell like her. I don’t know how. It’s just, nice, I guess.”
Billy doesn’t remember if his mom had a signature scent. Maybe if he caught a whiff of it the memory would come slamming back.
Billy buried his nose in the pillow, trying to suss out more than the heady scent, the fragrance that was all Steve to him.
“This just smells like you. Like that soap you use. The pomegranate shit.” Billy has showered with Steve a few times outside of the school locker room.
Showers that were supposed to be sexy, only for Steve to perform the most elaborate hair and skin routine Billy has ever seen. It took an hour in the shower and another thirty minutes after. Billy was exhausted just watching him.
“I stole that from her years ago. The smell is so her, and it makes my skin nice.”
Steve had scoffed at Billy’s five minute shower routine.
It’s not that hard, Harrington. Hair, pits, junk, done.
“I like the smell. Just makes me think of you.”
“How very sappy of you.”
Billy reached under the thick duvet to worm his way up Steve’s t-shirt, pinching Steve’s side.
“So, what’s up? You just miss her, or did some shit go down?”
Steve put one arm over Billy’s shoulder, playing with a few of the short curls at the crown of his head.
“She called me. In hysterics. She caught Dad cheating again. I said she should just leave him, you know? Been telling her for years. Apparently their prenup is like, intense though, so she doesn’t wanna, and that bums me out. Like, she’s so unhappy with him, and it sucks to watch her be miserable. He doesn’t give a shit about either of us, and I don’t know why she keeps clinging to him.”
Billy figures its money.
“It’s safe. She’s been married to him for like, what, twenty years?”
“Twenty-six.”
“See. That’s a long time to be with someone. It’s hard to restart after that. You’re a different person than you were twenty-six years ago.”
Steve sighed.
“I know that, I think, but it doesn’t change how shitty it is.”
Billy doesn’t know how Steve’s mom would act if she left his dad.
Billy’s mom left without a trace when she divorced Neil, but Steve’s already got the disappearing mother thing going on, so frankly it wouldn’t be too big a change.
It would break Steve in half though, probably.
“Maybe she’s just waiting ‘till he croaks. Cash out on that last will and testament.”
“Billy, that’s not funny.” But Steve was smiling a tiny bit as he said it.
“She’s been poisoning his food every night for the past year. She’s playing the long game.”
“Bill, serious, that’s my mom.” Steve was trying to stifle a laugh.
“The murderess of Hawkins court,” Billy said in a laughter voice. “There’ll be some weird museum dedicated to her in this very house one day.”
“It’s already a fuckin’ museum.”
“Yeah, but it’ll be like, a tourist destination. House of a killer.”
“You’re messed up.” Steve was grinning now, tugging on Billy’s hair lightly.
“Absolutely I am.”
Steve: knocking on Billy’s car window Come on, let me in
Billy: Not if you say that shit again!
Steve: What? I love you?
Billy: aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
nancy: i’m cold
jonathan: *gives her his jacket*
steve: i’m cold too
billy: *sets hawkins on fire*
That’s love, bitch!
Love, Levi
by Charlotteritchiestrash
A Schmico alteration of Love, Simon. Levi is Simon and Nico is Bram. Nico is slightly out of character, he actually seems to have emotion in this compared to Greys.
Words: 3142, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Grey’s Anatomy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Levi Schmitt, Nico Kim, Roy Vikram, Maggie Pierce, Taryn Helm, Jackson Avery, Casey Parker, Miranda Bailey, Dahlia Quadri
Relationships: Nico Kim/Levi Schmitt
Additional Tags: Love Simon AU, Emails, Boys In Love, Levi as simon, Nico as Bram, Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, Levi vs the homosapiens agenda
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/27606635
steve would get so loud when he’s getting fucked by billy for the first time and billy swears he has never heard anything hotter than the moans and whines steve’s letting out
It’s quiet when Steve steps into the house. Eerily quiet. Usually, he hears quiet shuffling from where Billy’s unseeingly watching TV on the couch under the rustle of three or more blankets. He’s always cold these days.
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It’s one of those days where I can’t stop thinking about trans!Steve… getting into fights with Billy… angrily riding Billy in the backseat of his car, making him eat Steve out afterwards with Steve’s hands tugging at his hair… fucking Billy for the first time, all tender and soft all of a sudden.
Steve kneels between Billy’s legs, holds onto the outside of his thighs while he kisses and sucks his way slowly up the insides until he carefully takes Billy’s balls in his mouth. Licks his dick from base to tip, slow and indulgent, then closes his lips around the head.
In between his moans, Billy’s voice comes from above deep and scratchy, so damn turned on there’s a burst of precome on Steve’s tongue every time he drags his mouth up. Billy’s cock is heavy and thick, fills his mouth so full, a little bit more every time Steve sinks down on it.
Sometimes when they fuck, Steve’s moans get a bit too loud and Billy pinches him to remind him to keep it down. Steve starts getting even more turned on by those little shocks of pain and the effort to make less noise to please Billy afterwards.
harringrove Subway!AU
In which Steve are going to work and Billy returning home after night shift. That one scenario where they meet each other in the same train from Monday to Friday and both are very into it.
How do you think steve and billy wake each other up in the morning?
oH. i think.
i think billy’s the type that wakes up in the morning (now that he’s out of That House and living with steve) ready to go, full of energy, buzzing. he wakes up full of too many butterflies to keep them in, to hold still, to be anything other than unabashedly affectionate
he’ll wake steve up by brushing their noses together. makes it so his eyes are the first thing steve sees when he opens his, so steve can see that they’re crinkled at the corners with the beginning of a smile, that they’re big and blue and so fucking bright, steve can hear that his voice is so fucking light when he says, “hi,” so full of something, something airy and happy and pleased, that steve can’t even bring himself to be mad that billy woke up him. again
i don’t think steve wakes billy up. if he can help it. it’s really rare that billy sleeps later than steve, so if he does, it means he needs it. means it’s gonna be one of those mornings steve just closes his eyes again, cuddles in close, and counts billy’s breaths until he finally wakes up
the only exception is when billy’s alarm doesn’t go off, and even then, steve doesn’t really wanna do it, but he does. reluctantly. gently. runs a soft hand through billy’s hair so that billy’ll hum, and steve’ll feel it in his chest. billy will blink the sleep out of his eyes slowly and steve will watch the fan of his lashes flutter and give way to blue. will let billy pull him closer, will hold onto him until he wakes up properly, until billy whispers, “morning, pretty boy,” into his hair and asks if he wants coffee
(the answer is always yes, because coffee always tastes better when billy makes it. somehow)
Steve’s arms accidentally get caught in his rucked up sweater and he’s struck with how much he’s into being unable to move while getting fucked. When Billy tries to free him, he protests.
Billy: “Is this a kink for you??” Steve: “I didn’t know it was a kink until you did it!!”