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[fic] every king on his lonely throne [e] [3k]

billy/tommy (unrequited billy/steve and tommy/steve)

“Close your eyes,” Tommy says. “Pretend I'm him.”

(read it on ao3)

[gideongrace]

I'm sorry but I have to get these Kegboy feelings out and you are, like my favorite every, so I thought who better else to got to? 🥰 Anyways, Imagine all of them cuddling and being just one big pile of limbs, Tommy's head lying on Steve's chest with Billy's arms wrapped securely around his freckled chest, then Billy's fingers are laced with Steve's, while Steve's free hand runs softly through Tommy's hair while he snores softly and soundly. (I have so much more if you aren't annoyed by this 🥺)

I missed this!

Also 😍😍😍😍 Thanks! I AM NOT ANNOYED BY THIS AT ALL AND WANT ALLLLL YOUR KEGBOYS THOUGHTS PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

(I want alllll everybody's kegboys thoughts, honestly.)

Also, okay, yes. The three of them a huge pile of limbs on a big bed Billy bought for them, so they could all fit and bragging about how he stole the two prettiest boys in Hawkins.

I'm thinking they moved to California somewhere and have like, a crappy little apartment with cheap, secondhand furniture and this really nice bed because like, Billy insisted.

Steve got them a three bedroom apartment thinking they'd (but especially Billy) would want the space but they all basically sleep in the largest bedroom which was supposed to be... Steve's? Originally? But nobody really remembers.

[letshargroovetonight]

Between tommy and billy someone might start to think Steve just has a huge freckle-boner

omg HE DOES!!!!! steve & his freckle boner. and when steve’s got billy and tommy together he just CANT with all that freckled skin

[gideongrace]

never, ever letting go

Steve watches as Tommy drags Billy off to the bedroom and sinks into his chair a little deeper, ready to play through a good chunk of Breath of the Wild and laughing in that way he can't help when Tommy and Billy start being loud like they usually do. It's not that he thinks his boyfriends are funny, they're not, just something about sex and the noises people make, even people he loves, are inherently just a little goofy to him.

It takes about an hour before Tommy's sticking his head out the door and shouting, "Get in here!" and behind that, Billy shouts, "Now!" and it has Steve instantly saving his game and running to the bedroom where they've already changed the sheets and Billy is waiting on the middle of their king sized bed looking throughly fucked and thoroughly king-like, like even more than he usually does. Then he's crooking a finger at Steve, grinning in that way only he can pull off and it has Steve bouncing onto the bed eagerly with Tommy quickly crawling up behind him and they all collapse into a big pile of limbs and bodies and heat and heartbeats and Tommy's got his hand in Steve's hair, and Steve's got his hand in Billy's and Billy is still grinning in that way he does, like he's conquered the world, like he's conquered the whole world when he thinks he wasn't meant to and that? No way can Steve let that stand so he twists just enough to kiss that stupid smile right off of Billy's face, because he does deserve this, because he was meant to have this. The three of them were all meant to have each other, they were, nobody can tell Steve different, so he kisses that smile off of Billy's face as Tommy kisses his shoulder and everything in the world that matters to Steve is right here, in this bed with him and he's never, ever letting go. Ever.

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Wip Wensday

A little exert from Warmth In the Winter the third story in the Better Than Imagined verse.

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"I got you a winter coat at Christmas for a reason." Tommy says bored. They are at Steve's locker so he can get some stuff, no one is still hanging around, the school long since deserted other than a janitor or two. 

Billy has his leather jacket on, instead of the thick warm coat Tommy got for him because his winter apparel is lacking. Billy of course chooses not to wear it, doesn't like the bulk, it does not help that he still will not button his shirts all the way up or zip his jacket up. Steve keeps worriedly warning him he is going to lose something to frostbite. Billy just crowds into Steve's space for warmth and distracts him from his worries.

Billy is crowded into Steve's space now, fingers slipping under Steve's jacket and distracting him from his book retrieval. "Nah, I prefer this method of keeping warm." Billy speaks against Steve's ear grinning at Tommy as he presses his whole body flush with Steve's. Billy's got his arms around Steve, shirt and jacket rucked up so he can run his fingers over Steve's warm belly. "Bambi doesn't mind, do yah?" Billy presses his face against Steve's neck, lips tracing over the heated flesh.

"Not at all." Steve finally gets his books stepping back, Billy moving with him as he closes his lockers. There is a bright smile on Steve's lips, pleased with the contact, he likes to be touched.

"Of course you don't." Tommy says with an eye roll and a fond smile. 

Tommy might take a little vindictive pleasure when Billy curses up a storm as they get into the real cold outside of the school. A storm is fixing to settle in, wind whipping flurries of snow everywhere. 

Tommy drove them all this morning, even though that took some convincing,  because Billy loathes letting anyone else drive, but he is shit at driving in the snow. Steve's BMW is still in the shop and the healing cut that runs into his hairline is a reminder that had Billy looking guilty and giving in to someone else driving.

Tommy turns the heat on full blast in the car laughing as Billy drags Steve into the back seat for 'warmth'. Tommy can see them in the rearview as he pulls out of the school only half paying attention to the road, just enough to not kill them or anyone else. Billy drags Steve across his lap,  hands roaming, Steve's shirt is rucked up to his armpits so Billy can mouth at his nipples. 

It's a good view, it could be better but Tommy does like seeing Steve in his tight jeans, ass squirming in Billy's lap. The noises and the view have Tommy shifting in the front seat, he has to reach down and adjust himself. 

"Tommy drive to the place, the one we talked about?"

"What place?" Steve asks panting as he turns questioning eyes toward the front. Billy wastes no time pulling his face back to his own licking into his mouth to distract him.

"It is the middle of the day and a storm is coming, it's fucking cold." Tommy hisses even as he is already heading toward the grove they have talked about on several occasions. Billy does not answer with words, just kicks a foot against the back of Tommy's seat in demand as he works Steve's jacket off his shoulders tossing it toward the front seat.

Tommy grabs it, shoving it in the passenger seat eyes back on them. Billy is working on Steve's shirt now and Tommy is barely focused on the road, going to their destination on auto pilot pants unbearably tight. It is only years of driving in snow, long before he legally was aloud, that keeps him from driving them into a ditch.

Billy finally gets both Steve's sweater and the polo underneath off, both garments following the jacket up front. Steve's making those breathless moaning noises Tommy likes rutting against Billy helplessly as Billy sucks at his chest. Tommy knows when he moves to a nipple can tell by the way Steve arches his back with a kneeing moan.

Billy has Steve's pants worked open by the time Tommy gets them parked in the middle of the woods leaving the car on so they are not without heat. They are in an open clearing covered in snow even with the sun high in the sky shining, the world around them is cast in a gray blue wash that always means fresh snow is coming.

Tommy shifts till he can lean over the driver's seat and gets his hands and mouth on Steve who moans, back arching as Billy gets a hand on his dick, teeth pulling at a nipple.