Heat of the Moment (Adventure Is Out There)
For @notaperfectprefect, who said on the discord,Ā āIām tired and need to start homework so can someone like write a little something about Steve and Billy fighting off demodogs in the quarry and then having a nice hard fuck against the bus after?ā And somehow this happened. (Also forĀ @nicospaten @galaximerboi @benalras @strangerthingsquotes)
Steve didnāt really know how theyād ended up here, the two of them together fighting off demodogs or whatever this monster of the week was called. All he knew was Ā the swing of his bat, nails dragging against dark, moist skin, and Billy fucking Hargroveās back against his own. Billy was holding his own with a crowbar and his fists, of course. Because if there was one thing Billy knew, it was how to keep going in a fight. So the swung, and punched, and fought, until somehow it was over and they had won. Kind of.
It still left both of them sore and bloody, some of it their own and some of itā¦not. Billy had turned to him, fire in his eyes and sweat dripping down his face, that crazy grin stretched across his lips, and something in Steve had snapped.
Heād lunged for Billy, latching onto his jacket and pushing him back against the bus, dropping his bat as he struggled to control himself, come down from the fight without doing anything stupid.
They were kissing, hard and dirty, breathing into each otherās open mouths. Billy reached down, grabbing Steveās thighs and hoisting him into his arms, turning and pinning him against the bus as they continued to kiss. Steve pulled at Billyās curls, hard and angry, not sure why he was doing it but knowing that he needed this rough.
Billy growled, dropping Steve and reaching for his own jeans, undoing his belt and popping open the button. Steve copied him, desperate and needing whatever came next, not caring that they were outside, that they were supposed to be meeting up with the rest of the group, that he had never done this with another guy before. Ā Something about Billy constantly got under his skin, and he was about to finally get it out.
Billy pushed his pants and boxers down, pulling out his already hard cock, before reaching forward and yanking Steveās own pants out of his hands. āJesus, Harrington, hurry the fuck up,ā he breathed, shoving them and Steveās underwear nearly to his knees and turning him around.
Steve gave a cry as Billy pushed him back up against the bus face-first, the dirt on the side of it mixing with the sweat and blood already smeared across Steveās face. He felt Billyās cock, hard and wet and so so hot on the back of his thighs, heard Billyās harsh, panting breath in his ear. Shit, he wasnāt actually going to fuck him, was he?
āSqueeze your thighs together, baby,ā Billy breathed into his neck, slipping his dick forward into the space below Steveās balls. āJesus, if I had lube Iād fuck you. But I donāt. So squeeze your fucking thighs together.ā
Billyās right hand was a brand on Steveās thigh, canting his hips back into Billyās as they rocked together. Steve could feel the slide of Billyās dick on the underneath side of his own, his balls slapping against the back of Steveās thighs as he fucked into the tight space. Steve squeezed, wanting to feel every twitch and slide, not knowing sex with someone else could be like this, feel like this.
Billyās left hand came around, roughly stroking Steveās cock, tugging on Steveās balls, giving his own cockhead a stroke when it peeked out. Jesus, Billy was spreading both of their precum all overā¦Steve was dripping with it, the slide of Billyās dick through his thighs getting wetter and wetter.
They built up a rhythm, sliding and stroking. Steve brought his right hand down to join Billyās left, both of them tugging.
āJesus, baby, youāre getting so wet,ā Billy moaned in Steveās ear, running his fingers along an inner thigh, collecting the precum there and lifting it up to look at in the moonlight. Steve groaned, circling his wrist and bringing the fingers to his mouth. He wanted to taste it. Taste them. Billy groaned louder as he pushed his fingers onto Steveās tongue, pushing his head back and licking a long stripe up his sweaty neck.
āBilly, ām gonna come,ā Steve said, slightly garbled from the hand still at his mouth. āPlease, Billy, please, touch my cock,ā he begged, as he squeezed his thighs as tight as he could. āPlease!ā
āI got you, baby, I got you,ā Billy murmured into his neck. He brought his right hand down and barely got it around Steveās cock before he was coming, spurred on by the words and the sensations and the feeling of being surrounded by Billy. He came, and came, squeezing and pumping and painting the yellow side of the bus in front of him, throwing his head back onto the broad shoulder behind him.
He only barely registered Billy coming too, making an even bigger mess of the space between his thighs as his come was caught and spread through the small space. Steve slumped back into his arms, trusting him to hold him up after everything else that had happened that night.
They stood there like that, panting, cooling in the night air. Eventually Billy stripped off what was left of his shirt, using it to mop up what he could from between Steveās wet legs, the cum running nearly to his knees by now.
āWell then, that was quite an adventure,ā Billy finally said, grin back in place as he zipped up his own jeans. Steve nodded along, grimacing as he pulled up his own, thinking Billy was talking about the monsters until he continued. āBet youāve never fucked outside, huh?ā
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