Billy wraps his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. The blond pressing against his partners back, lips pressing to His partners shoulder gently. “I have the weekend off,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss a little further up his shoulder. Sometimes he curses that he’s a few inches shorter than Steve, but it’s nice when they’re cuddled up in bed and he can tuck up under Steve’s chin. He presses a kiss a little higher up his neck. His hand sliding under the edge of Steve’s shirt as he grins against his skin.
Steve couldn't help the way he tensed a little as Billy's kisses moved to his neck; he was trying to get over his own discomfort since the Demobat attack, but it was still a spot that he was sensitive to, and not in the best way. He instead tried to focus on the other gentle kisses along his shoulders, on the arms that were wrapped securely around his waist, as if they would never let Steve go through that terror again.
Feeling the hands along the skin of his stomach, Steve couldn't help but laugh, turning his head slightly to look at the shorter man. "Let me guess, you're trying to suggest that means we stay inside all weekend?" He teased, finally turning in Billy's hold, wrapping arms around the surfer and pulling him close with a wide grin. "As much as I love that idea, babe, why don't we change it up a bit?"
"I'll call off work. Let's get the hell out of Hawkins for the weekend."