take me back, so i can hold it.
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it is time, fine like sand. it dances and falls through my hand.
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take me back,
so i can feel it,
.
feel meeting a stranger.
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take me back, so i can hold it.
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it is time, fine like sand. it dances and falls through my hand.
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take me back,
so i can feel it,
.
feel meeting a stranger.
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- dkmh
Billy: You told everyone before you told me?
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Curtain Calls | Sam Kiszka
Sam Kiszka x F! Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! and M! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT UP PLEASE), Cockwarming
Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies!! Here it is, the highly awaited request! Inspired by this anon, as well as having this moment included by this lovely anon. Also sorry if its poorly edited :(
Everyone was scattering around the hallways, the show was in approximately 45 minutes. Josh and Danny had already gotten their makeup done, and ready for the show. Jake had you touch up his eyeliner, and straighten out his new suit.
“Where is your brother Samuel?” You shook your head, Sam always got ready last minute. Even when it came to makeup, you were always yelling at him for being late for his makeup session.
“Probably snoozing with Rosie in the greenroom.” Jake shrugged, chuckling softly.
“Ugh…” Your feet began dragging you near his greenroom, knocking loudly. “Samuel Francis Kiszka, get your ass in the dressing room.”
Hearing a groan from the other side, “I’m coming Y/N.”
You huffed making your way to your station, everything was already set up to put his makeup on. And you had hoped he was smart enough to put his suit on, since by the time you would finish with him he would only have a few minutes till they had to be on stage.
Surely enough you hear footsteps making way to you, turning around your met by the handsome brunette. And he was indeed wearing his suit.
“Wow, you actually listened for once…” You clicked your tongue.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam sat in the chair looking at you.
“Sam I’ve been working on tour with you these past two months, how are you still forgetting to show up early enough.” You started to prime his eyes, before getting the eyeshadow palette in your hands.
“I’m sorry, I'm just still new to all of this.” He slouched a bit.
“Sit upright, I need to make this look perfect.” You poked his shoulder.
“Yes ma’am.” He smirked at you, in response you roll your eyes.
Sam always did have the younger sibling personality that everyone would talk about. Sometimes you found it utterly annoying but deep down, you found it cute about him. But he was in fact an adult, who just liked to have his childish fun antics.
The relationship between the two of you this tour had been wonderful. Anytime there was a small break between shows, he’d take you around the cities or small towns to show you his favorite places. He even had you join him on a small vacation to the Carolina’s with Rosie.
You tried to get out of it, but he was consistent with getting you to join him. And you figured if you said no, you felt that would’ve changed your relationship and made work awkward. The only reason you didn’t particularly want to go, was simply that you had feelings for Sam.
There had always been casual flirting between the two of you. But nothing more than that, in fact the one time in the green room the two of you had fallen asleep on the couch and were woken up by Jenny. She was another makeup artist for the guys, she mostly worked with Josh and Danny but you would help assist her.
Ever since then, Sam and you have talked more. Sending recipes to one another, he even taught you how to make pickles. Sam was just a kind hearted man, that you truly didn’t know how to express your feelings to him.
“So, are we going with what we’ve been doing? Or are we taking a new approach tonight?” You looked through your palette and the liquid eyeshadow you had.
“The usual…” He said softly, taking a sip of his Topo-Chico.
“You know, I really think we can get more creative…” You smiled softly, applying a layer of the glittery liquid eye shadow to put on his lids.
“You’re the mastermind here… Not me.” He chuckled softly.
“Maybe in the next show we’ll try something new. If you’re up for it that is.” You smiled at him softly.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” He smiled softly his cheeks turning a rosy tone.
You giggled softly, grabbing a palette, taking a brush and dapping it into the silver shadow. You gently apply it to his eyelids, dragging it out, blending it softly into the underlayer.
“You’re really good at this ya know?” He kept his lids closed, fearing you would scold him for opening them while you worked on his look.
“I’d hope, I didn’t go to beauty school for nothing.” You giggled softly, grabbing another silver shadow packing it onto his lid.
Earning a chuckle from him, “Hard work pays off.”
You smiled softly, finishing the rest of his eye makeup. “Should I add rhinestones?” You pulled away from his face grabbing the pack of rhinestones.
“Yeah, might as well. Can’t out-do Josh though.” He smiled softly looking in the mirror at your work.
“Josh creates his own look before even having Jenny or I do his makeup.” You giggled softly, applying makeup glue to the rhinestones applying them gently to his cheekbone.
“He likes to be prepared, I guess.” He chuckles, you smiled back to him finishing up his look with about 15 minutes left till they hit the stage.
“Well, what do you think?” You asked as you cleaned up your workspace.
He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror. “It looks great, as always Y/N.” He smiled, turning towards you, his stare focusing towards your tits.
“Sam… my eyes are up here.” You snapped your fingers at him.
“You wore that top purposely. I know you took your sweatshirt off before I came in here. Don’t act all innocent. You wanted me to stare at your tits, didn’t you?” He chuckled softly.
He knew you all too well, you always wore a light sweatshirt no matter what. Sue me is what you thought to yourself. You couldn’t deny the attraction you had towards Sam. In fact your feelings had only gotten stronger towards him after the small trip you took with him.
“No… I just got hot.”
“Uh huh… I’m sure that’s what it is.” Sam drags his finger up your thigh, moving it slowly towards your center. The one day you chose to wear a skirt to work, and he pulls that stunt.
You stop him, grabbing his wrist “You at least gotta kiss me first.”
“Say less.” Sam straightens himself, putting both hands on the side of you, pressing you up against the counter, trapping you in.
“I was-“
“Look at you stuttering angel. Don’t get nervous now.” He smirked at you.
Sam looks deep into your eyes, leaning forward. You move your head a bit. “Playing hard to get are we? Or is that you retreating because you’re scared you might like it.”
Sam goes to move away but not before you pull him in tightly for a kiss. He places a hand on your waist pulling you closer to him deepening the kiss.
That is when you hear a knock, disrupting the kiss. The two of you break apart from one another.
“5 minutes till show!” Richard yelled through the door.
“Fuck…” Sam sighed softly, resting his forehead against yours.
“You should probably go, don’t want to be late to the stage.” You giggled softly.
“Josh already was, what would the difference be if I was.” He laughed softly.
“The difference is he is vocals, and can at least sing off stage. Whereas you play the bass and should be on the stage already.” You shoved him lightly to get him towards the door.
“Don’t think this is over…” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb.
“I’ll be on the sides cheering for ya Sammy.” You blushed.
He smiled, pecking your lips softly before making way out of the room. You sighed softly, shaking your head. Did that really just happen?
You cleaned up your workstation, getting everything packed up to be set on the trucks before making way to the side stage to catch the next song after the opening.
The guys weren’t kidding when they said they liked to blow shit up. The shows were always electrifying and exciting. Keeping the fans on their toes for what was next. Sam running back and forth between keys and bass.
It was absolutely amazing to see them live their dreams, and of course you were to. When you had been asked to be a part of Greta’s team you were absolutely thrilled after seeing Josh’s looks for the Dreams In Gold tour, not only that Jenny had put in a request for you to be a part of the team. She had liked your technique in makeup.
After an exhilarating show, you make your way back to Sam’s dressing room with makeup remover and cleaning cloths to remove Sam’s makeup after his show. He always had you helping him as he claims he doesn’t really know what to use, or what skin care products to apply afterwards.
But you lately have been finding it to become an excuse for him to spend more time with you. And after what happened earlier this evening, there was no denying it now.
Sam came into the room, locking the door behind him pressing you against the counter immediately pressing his lips against yours.
You were taken back a bit, but wrapped your arms around his neck kissing him back hungrily. It was like you were both starved and deprived of one another.
Tangling your hands in his hair, you tugged slightly earning a groan from him. Letting you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring it for a bit not until you felt Sam’s hard-on pressing against your thigh. Earning a moan from you. He was lengthy, and average in girth from what you could feel.
“Sammy…” You whisper against his lips, panting softly.
“Angel, please…” He said with honey in his voice.
“Don’t stop…” You blushed, kissing him again, as he reaches to pull your top off. Lifting it over your head, breaking the kiss just for a moment. He then returns back to kissing you, while groping your breasts with his hands.
Moaning into the kiss, you feel his dick throbbing against your thigh. He wanted this just as much as you did. You began to palm him through his pants, he bucked his hips forward from your touch. Causing you to giggle softly.
“Eager aren’t we?”
“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since that trip…” He muttered under his breath.
“Then I guess all this pent up sexual frustration will make this worth the while.” You smiled softly, as his hands wrapped around you back to unclasp your bra.
He ran his hands over your shoulder and down to your breasts again, massaging the one with his hand and taking the other into his mouth. He licked over the mound of your hardened nipple, sucking and biting softly. Earning nothing but words of pleasure from you.
“Sam…” His name falls off of your tongue like sugar.
He looks up at you with his brown eyes, pupils blown lust filled. You bite your lip from the sight, as he removes his mouth using his other hand to pinch your nipple softly.
“What baby…” He smiled softly.
“I need more…” You tilt your head back slowly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you angel…” He smiled, kissing your lips softly. Moving you towards the couch in the room.
Once the back of your knees hit the couch you, Sam stood above you smiling down at you softly.
“You better remove those pants, I don’t think you want to be questioned on how they got dirty…” You giggled softly tugging lightly at his satin pants.
“They get dry cleaned anyways…” He chuckled lightly, removing his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock strained against the fabric. You felt your breath hitch in your throat from the sight.
Sam knelt down in front of you, moving his hand over your center. You had soaked through your panties already, practically pooling in them. He ran his fingers across collecting some of the arousal.
“You already made such a mess… Should I help clean it up?” He looked up at you, placing his hand on the hem lining of your panties.
You nodded your head fervently, “Please…”
He smirked, pulling them off of you, putting it with the rest of the discarded clothes. He placed your legs above his shoulder’s his face coming close to your center. You could feel him breathing against your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise.
Sam began kissing the insides of your thighs, biting softly leaving marks behind. Your head lolled back, as he licked a strip up your center. Causing a whine to slip from your lips. He continued to lick slowly, and languidly.
Your hips bucked forward against his face, causing his nose to brush against your clit. Making another noise slip past your lips. He held your thighs tightly, getting to work quickly. He flicked his eyes up at you watching the faces you made as he ate you out. He slipped two fingers inside tightening around him, as you were already close to the brim of your first orgasm.
He started to pay more attention to your clit, sucking and licking it more than before. Earning pornagraphic sounds from you, trying to keep your voice to a minimum as to not alert anyone potentially walking by the room. You felt the band start to break.
The next head nuzzle Sam made, had been the pushing point of your orgasm. Spews of, Oh fuck, Sammy… leaving your lips as he calmed you from your high. Your legs tremble above his shoulders as he slips away placing them down.
He looked back up at you, your arousal covered his lips. “Come here, taste yourself.” You met his face kissing his lips roughly. He kissed you back, biting your lip softly.
“Tastes like sugar…” He smirked against your lips.
“Sit…” You stood up looking at him.
Sam nodded, taking a seat on the couch. You knelt before him pulling his boxers down his legs, throwing them with your pile of clothes. His dick sprung up, hitting his abdomen. He was painfully hard, throbbing and some pre-cum spilling from the tip.
You moved your hands up his thighs slowly, and wrapped your one hand around him pumping him slowly. His mouth agape, letting out a quiet groan. “Y/N…”
“Don’t worry Sammy, I’ll make you feel good.” You blushed softly.
He nodded his head, caressing your cheek with his hand acknowledging you to continue. And so you do, licking the tip slowly teasing him. He shuddered underneath you, giggling softly. You wrap your mouth around him, inching your way down as you take him in. Careful not to make yourself gag, he let out another groan.
You moved your hand downwards to Sam's balls, gently cupping your hand around them, moving them around in your hand. He huffed, his head rolling back.
“Fuck angel…” He closed his eyes, feeling you work on him.
You hummed as you continued to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft. Earning praises from him as you continued your little moves, getting him closer to release.
That’s when he tapped your cheek with his fingers. “Not yet, I want to fuck that pretty cunt.”
You removed your mouth from him, a string of saliva as you continued to pump him with your hand. You straddle his waist lining yourself up with him.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You smiled softly at him, before sinking down on his length. Gasping as he bottoms out in you.
“Like fucking velvet…” He grunts, grabbing your waist softly.
After adjusting to his length, you started to ride him slowly. Wrapping your hands around his neck, he moved his face towards your breasts paying close attention to them as you started to gain some momentum.
He latched his mouth onto your right breast, licking and sucking on your nipple. Biting softly, earning moans from you. Starting to rotate your hips in figure eights, Sam starts to moan the vibrations against your breast making you wetter.
“Shit, Sam…”
He removed his mouth from your breast, cupping your face with his one hand. “Come on baby… I know you're close.”
You nodded, starting to bounce more on his cock. Everytime you would come down, he’d meet you with a particularly hard thrust, sending you over the moon.
Sam then held your waist tighter, picking up the pace by thrusting faster and harder into you. You pressed flush against his chest, running your hands into his hair pulling slightly as pornagraphic sounds left your mouth.
You felt yourself getting closer, and by Sam’s breathing you could tell he was near as well.
“I’m so close…” You moaned into his ear quietly.
“Let go… I'm almost there. I want to feel you all around me…” He groaned softly, rubbing circles on your clit.
Within the next minute you went into overdrive. Praises flew from your mouth as you clenched around him, seeing colors as you came. “Sam…” Your head rolled back.
“That’s it baby…” He moaned softly, within a couple more thrusts that became faltered and slow. He was spilling his release into you.
The two of you sat there on the couch, chests pressed against one another. Sweaty, and panting as you both came down from your high.
“That was…”
“Exhilarating…”
You giggled softly, kissing his cheek.
“Oh, Sam… Your makeup...” You went to move, but he kept his grip on your waist keeping you from moving.
“Sam.” You looked at him.
“Just let me stay inside a little longer. You feel like home.”
As He softens inside of you. And you can’t say no to such a pretty face, so you obliged.
With his strength, that surprised you he had stood up holding you not slipping out of you. Moving over to the chair where you had the makeup wipes and remover to clean his face.
“There, now you can take care of me.” He chuckled softly.
You blushed and started to remove the makeup off of his face while you sat there as his little cock warmer….
After cleaning him up, you moved off of him, wincing from the loss of him.
“Come on, let’s shower. I’m tired.” You motioned to him.
He stood up, following you to the shower off the right of the room. Then you heard pounding on the door.
“Next time, can you do that in the goddamn hotel!” A crew member yelled.
You and Sam looked at each other busting into fits of laughter. You blushed slightly from embarrassment.
“Well… I guess we’ll have to work on that pretty girl.” He pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind the two of you, pulling you in for another kiss.
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Finished
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King of the River
Steve’s knees sunk onto the damp, hard floor of Tina’s kitchen. His broken heart forgotten when Nancy had walked out the front door with Jonathan Byers close at her heels.
He had been upset, sure, upset enough to down as much punch as Nancy had and more. But maybe it had been falling apart long before the party ever happened.
Maybe it never even got started when Barb went missing after the pool party with Tommy and Carol. Steve didn’t know when they stopped being on the same wavelength, but he found it easier to forget when his brain was clouded with alcohol.
Alcohol and the sight of Billy Hargrove across the room. He was drunk too, a nasty laugh in the air because Tommy H was trying to get his attention. Tommy was always trying to get Billy’s attention.
Steve smirked to himself where he swayed because he didn’t have to fight for Hargrove’s attention. He had it whether he wanted it or not. And he wanted it right now.
He got to his feet and dropped his punch cup on the counter, uncaring if it spilled or made a mess. Tina could deal with that later before her parents got home.
No, Steve needed to talk to Hargrove.
He licked his lips, weaving between the couples still dancing together. Across the house that wasn’t that big, but felt like an ocean of bodies between them.
His sunglasses were in the pocket of his blazer and Steve pulled them out for some courage. Or just to make Hargrove think that he was a bad ass.
“Harrington!” Hargrove drawled while Steve kept making his way over. He grinned, licking over his teeth as he looked at Steve.
“Saw your girlfriend run away with some other guy.”
Steve scoffed, even as his heart ached in his chest. “Not my girlfriend.”
“Tough luck, amigo. Plenty of other bitches in the sea,” Hargrove replied. He was swaying where he was leaning, but he took a bold step forward to get in Steve’s face.
“Broke your record, didn’t I?"
Steve’s eyes dropped to Hargrove’s lips and his beer breath for a moment. But he quickly dragged them back up to smirk.
“Guess you did. I’d offer a rematch, but I hear the keg is tapped,” Steve breathed.
Hargrove laughed and with a flick of his wrist, Tommy H and the other guy were gone. They were still in the middle of a party, but it sure felt like the two of them were alone on top of the world.
Steve licked his lips again and gestured to Hargrove’s chest. “Damn near wearing half the keg it looks like though.”
He was jealous of Hargrove’s chest, of course he was. He played sports and worked out, but he never looked like that. Could never quite get such a nice physique.
Hargrove set his jaw for a second, a moment until he practically grabbed Steve by the scruff of his neck and shoved him out into the yard.
They were alone in the yard, with the keg tapped out, most people had huddled inside for the blistering warmth of high schoolers. Or they were gone, off to fuck each other senseless.
Steve stumbled to a stop, managing to keep his feet under him, but only so. He whirled around, his sunglasses flying from the force of it.
“What did I do?” he demanded, whined really because Hargrove was being unnecessarily rough.
“Acted like you didn’t want my attention all night and now you’re what- trying to razz me?” Hargrove asked. He looked angry, angrier than Steve thought he had any right to be.
Steve waved his arm roughly through the air and he scoffed. “Don’t even why I bother,” he muttered. “Was trying to make conversation.”
Hargrove laughed darkly and shook his head. He reached out to grab Steve’s lapel and pulled him close. “Stupid conversation, Harrington. Yeah, I have beer on myself, get over it, fucking priss.”
“Hey!” Steve shoved back at Billy, his hand sliding across a sticky, sweaty pec. He made a face and tried to take a step back.
“You know, when other people used to overthrow kings, they would make an example out of them,” Hargrove said. Dangerous.
“It’s not real,” Steve muttered, shaking his head.
He licked his lips anyway though and had to ask himself why being talked to like this was making his dick interested. As interested as it could get when he was this drunk, of course.
Hargrove- Billy now, probably- grabbed his shoulder and started to put pressure on it. So Steve was forced to sink down.
“You got a problem with the beer on me?” Billy asked, voice low, deep, and dark.
Steve stared up at him, his mouth open because he didn’t think he could close it. “I-”
Billy nodded and gestured to himself. “Lick it up then.”
“What?'
“Lick. It. Up.” Billy grabbed his chin and pulled his face close. Until Steve was face to face with his tanned stomach.
He blinked a few times and looked up at Billy. “This is-”
“Come on, pretty boy,” Billy coaxed. “Lick it up and I’ll give you a handy in my pretty car.”
Steve felt conflicted, he knew this wasn’t a normal thing for guys to do. But nothing in his life had been normal since Barb went missing and the Demogorgon showed up.
He licked his lips and leaned in. Billy put a hand on the top of his head and Steve opened his mouth. He licked a stripe up the side of his abs.
Billy groaned above him, so Steve did it again. He let his eyes close. He focused on the sticky blandness of the beer. Of the tang of salt from Billy’s sweat. Thought about Billy’s spit mingled with it all.
Steve stuck his tongue in his belly button and swirled it around. He thought about the cold ground on his knees. He opened his eyes to look at Billy through the tops of them.
Billy met his eyes and moaned, pulling on Steve’s hair like he hadn’t spent half an hour on it earlier. It was to shit now anyway.
“There we go. Show me who the King is,” Billy drawled.
So Steve kept going until his eyelashes fluttered and he felt dizzy from licking at Billy like a lollipop.
He got lost there, on his knees in Tina’s yard while he cleaned Billy with just his tongue. His fingers eventually curled around Billy’s legs, the tips digging into the back of his knees.
Steve reduced himself to laps and moans, falling into Billy’s pelvis while he cleaned him up.
And when Billy tugged on his hair hard enough to make Steve stand up, he found he was hard. He hadn’t realized it was happening, but looking down- he saw that they both were.
Billy slung a friendly arm around Steve’s shoulders and steered him out of the yard, away from the party. Towards his pretty car.
“King of the River of Beer and Sweat,” Steve laughed and he couldn’t tell if Billy was laughing with him or at him.
But he felt pretty damn comfortable with the whole arrangement when they tumbled into the Camaro together.
And he felt even more comfortable when they exchanged hands in each other’s pants and mingled their saliva even further.
And he had no answers, but a head full of cotton and a mouth full of Billy and he let himself drift. Down the River of Beer and Sweat.
Steve does anxiety fucking where the closer he feels to vibrating out of his skin the more often he calls Billy up for sex. At least orgasms make him feel good and having sex with Billy makes him stop thinking. And Billy kind of secretly wishes Steve would just talk to him.
But they’re not quite there yet. Steve has no idea Billy thinks about feelings and shit. Until he almost has a nervous breakdown while sitting on Billy’s lap, because he’s been sleepless over the pressure his family has put him under recently and he can barely function normally.
And at least Billy’s body against his feels reassuring and safe, the one person who has gone from having all these ideas about Steve in his head to just accepting him, holding him and drawing him in. It all kind of bubbles over while Billy is in the middle of fingering him open.
Steve’s shaking and tense, is only half hard and his eyes ache from holding back tears. It hurts, because he doesn’t want to stop, wants to rub himself against Billy and keep him close for just a bit longer. Despite his weak assurances that he’s fine, Billy stops, of course.
He slows them down and makes Steve rest against him. Tells him he doesn’t have to talk about it, but it sure seems like he’d feel better. Instead of getting thrown out the moment they’re not fucking, he gets to vent. About the family dinners where he’s constantly under scrutiny.
About how he’s lost, can’t seem to find his footing and doesn’t feel like he can ever break free from the town and the expectations that loom over him. Through it all, Billy’s hand runs in a soothing, steady rhythm over his back while he calmly looks at the ceiling.
“You know,” he finally says. Draws the words out. Hesitates. “I’m moving out of my old man’s place as soon as I can.” His eyes are still fixed somewhere on the ceiling of his car. “You could always come live with me. Figure things out from there.” Steve freezes.
He takes Billy’s face in both hands and angles him to look him in the eyes. “Billy Hargrove. Are you asking me to move in, when you haven’t even asked me on a date yet?!” Billy scoffs. Flushes. Grabs Steve by the waist and flips them, easy as that. Steve’s dick twitches.
“Goddamn, you’re such a princess,” Billy groans above him and very unsubtly pushes their cocks together in a delicious drag. The space between them steadily heats up, movements becoming slick with sweat, and Steve can’t contain the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth.
He tugs Billy down into a kiss as they start to rut together in a filthy, practiced motion. “It’s not like I would say no, so no need to worry,” he pushes against Billy’s lips that are dangerously close to forming a pout and for once feels the tension truly melt from his body.
Billy loves kneading Steve's ass🍑
ever time i ask for help with the laundry everyone just comes up behind me while im putting clothes in thw washer and fucks me from behind. like cmon. can we actually just get some laundry done in this house. for once.
ok so yeah i do wear the maid dress while im doing laundry. what difference does it make.
the oppressive heat in harrington’s pool shed makes billy sweat so hard he can feel a droplet roll down his back. he doesn’t care. really, really doesn’t give a fuck if steve’s parents come home early and happen to hear the noises coming out of their precious son (not like they would).
and oh, is steve incapable of staying quiet today. he’s slick with sweat, spread out on a table shoved against the wall, polo sweat soaked and rucked up his chest up to his nipples. he’s got a hand holding onto the edge and another wrapped around his dick, absentmindedly stroking himself.
the main attraction, judging by the upwards cant of his hips, is where billy’s spread steve open on his dick and thrusting into him. billy shifts his grip on sweat-slick skin. digs in harder into the meat of steve’s thighs. watches steve bite his lower lip, feels his hole tighten at the pain, like it just edges him on even more.
it makes a thrill run through him. all that preppy, cool perfection lost to pleasure-pain and summer heat. all that noise, moans and whimpers, for billy alone. he’ll make sure to leave bruises on steve’s chest and thighs that will have him begging for more in no time.
The smell of the camaro’s leather-clad backseat is burned into Steve’s brain. Sweat and spunk and Billy’s perfume mixed with Steve’s own on hot summer days when even keeping the doors open doesn’t stop the heat from giving him goosebumps every time he gets pushed inside.
He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s come to love the feeling of those leather seats clinging to his sticky skin. His back pushed into them by Billy’s weight when he’s heavy on top of him. His legs held up by his knees until they almost touch his shoulders.
The lack of space forces them to slow down to avoid hitting their heads or an elbow against metal. It makes them press together until their body heat rivals the soupy air in their lungs, drenching them in each other’s sweat and enjoying every drawn out, delicious second of it.
Billy using his belt to tie up Steve's arms behind his back... Steve helplessly balancing on his knees as he sucks Billy off. Squirming on his belly as Billy holds him in place by his tied up wrists while he slicks him up just well enough to spread Steve open on his cock and slowly slide into him. Feeling the ache inside him and the humiliation of getting turned on by the weight of Billy's cock filling him more and more as he's being held in place and used.
Steve clings to the sink, trying to keep himself from getting his face pushed in the mirror as Billy's hips slam into his ass. He's stretched tightly around Billy's cock, hole just slick enough with lube that the glide in and out is smooth.
The beat of the music filtering up from downstairs pulses through his veins. Billy's hands are tightly wound around his hips in a punishing grip and a shiver runs down Steve's body as Billy's breath hits the back of his neck.
"Fuck, you're tight Harrington," Billy groans. Changes the angle just enough to rub over Steve's prostate, making pleasure pool in his belly and his dick pulse so hard that he gets a little weak in the knees. A hand wraps around Steve's dick and surrounds him with irresistible heat and pressure. Holds him so tight it hurts and yet. He moans.
His entire body melts into a point of pleasure-pain, hazy from the alcohol and the overwhelming heat inside him spilling over and out of him in hot bursts of come that slick the way of Billy's hand.
Billy howls with laughter. He doesn't slow down either, just continues to fuck into Steve like nothing has happened, like Steve isn't squirming in overstimulated ecstasy and swallowing helpless whimpers. His dick swings between his legs, still half hard and aching and he suddenly knows with a glance at Billy's wild smile in the mirror that he'll leave this bathroom barely able to walk.
Billy loves to come home to Steve sprawled out on their sofa in just a shirt and an old pair of soft tighty whities, legs loose and eyes droopy from how sleepy he is. All it takes is Billy crawling onto the sofa with a grunted "C'mere" for Steve to make room for him, warm thighs bracketing Billy's hips as he leans up to greet him with a yawned "Welcome home" and a soft kiss.
Steve is so pliant like this. Easy for Billy, inviting him between his legs with a happy little moan as Billy's hands wander up and down his thighs and their lips open for a lazy meeting of their tongues. Sighing against Billy as his arms wrap around him and Billy pushes Steve's shirt up his chest, appreciating the rasp of hair and soft belly, all the way to sensitive nipples that he tugs on to earn another delicious noise.
And then there's the enthusiastic sounds Steve makes when Billy finally can't resist anymore and wraps his hand around the outline of his dick, growing fully hard with every roll of Billy's palm. Legs wrapping around him till he's on Billy's lap, ass perfectly coming to a rest on his own dick with a practiced, lazy roll of Steve's hips.
There's nothing but the noise of the birds singing their evening song filtering through one of their windows and their quiet moans intermingling as their breathing grows heavier. Billy's mind grows blissfully quiet as he feels Steve shake apart underneath him, wet spot underneath his thumb where Steve's dick has leaked through his underwear suddenly getting soaked through when Steve arches up and comes.
He's a sight to behold. Lips red and shiny with spit. Shirt underneath his chin, chest heaving as his breath starts to slow. Eyes half lidded and filled with a warmth that makes Billy's heart soar. "Come up here," Steve says and a pink tongue runs over his lips, revealing a wicked smile.
Modern college AU where Steve's back at their apartment an hour earlier due to slightly different schedules and Billy is an unrelenting dick who'll text him while still in class how to prepare himself till Billy arrives.
Some days, it's just a smaller plug Steve has to put in. Just enough to hold him open, but not too much for an hour and a half to be unbearable. Sometimes he's told to only touch his nipples and the tip of his dick, but nothing else. Sometimes he can do whatever he wants, but he better be on his hands and knees with a vibrator up his ass by the time Billy gets home.
And of course he isn't allowed to come.
Oh, he's free to beg for it. He'll send Billy messages about how close he is, how he just wants one tiny orgasm and that's it! Messages that become more incoherent the more he teases himself, desperate for some kind of relief.
At the end of the class, Billy sometimes gets asked who he's texting so sneakily and he gives the most shit eating, mean smile and simply says "It's a secret." Just to head home with the smug satisfaction curling in his belly at the anticipation of seeing Steve sweat-soaked and begging for relief.
Suddenly hit in the brain with Steve and Billy going to the same college and not really having much overlap except at parties. And goddamn does Billy somehow always end up at the parties where Steve has sloppy drunk sex with another random dude. He has no idea how Billy always catches him with his pants down and a guy splitting him open on his dick or Steve sucking someone off. It's annoying. It's kind of hot, the way Billy will heatedly look him up and down for just a moment too long and then leave with a flush on his face. It must be intentional.
Meanwhile Billy is slowly losing his mind, because Steve Harrington won't stop finding the most average dudebros to get railed by and somehow Billy has the worst (or best) luck in his life to constantly stumble over them. He's losing his mind. He needs to get there first and finally stake his claim.
Steve's taste in girls is smart and snarky, his taste in guys is... Sweaty. Thick. Capable of snapping him in half. He comes home late at night, sneaks his guys into his room and thinks he's soo sneaky when his moans end up filtering through the walls anyways.
Billy hates every. single. boyfriend Steve brings to their shared apartment and is glad to see them go just as soon as they come.
Until one day Robin visits- Steve's best friend, finally examining the new place and the new flatmate.
Steve gets stuck in traffic as he picks up groceries for dinner, so Billy is the one who opens the door when Robin arrives and is treated to her doing a massive double take. "Hargrove? Well, now I know who's the blueprint for Steve's type," she blurts out.
And things make a lot more sense all of a sudden.
Babygirl