Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.1K
Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Tags: Holidays, Christmas, Non-traditional Christmas Tree Aesthetics, Threesome - M/M/M, Kissing, Rough Kissing, Anal Sex, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sexual Overstimulation, Biting
Summary:
Eddie and Billy redecorate the Christmas tree to match their idea of Christmas.
Notes: This is set in the Harrowing universe, either before or after the "one year later" epilogue in the final chapter of the main fic, but that fic doesn't need to be read to enjoy this one! This is a silly stand alone. This is for square B3 of my @metalsandwichbingo card, "Fairytale".
Cross-posted to AO3.
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The apartment was suspiciously deserted when Steve got back from his shift at the bar. He knew Robin and Chrissy were on a date, but Eddie and Billy should have been around. They’d been planning to make him watch Black Christmas after his shift, pitching it to Steve as “another Christmas movie by the guy who did A Christmas Story”. Steve’s suspicions were high, however, as he knew this was retaliation for when Steve had made them watch White Christmas a few weeks prior. The way they’d bitched and moaned as they’d watched it would make you think it was garbage, not a time-honored Christmas classic. But he’d seen Eddie grinning a little whenever Danny Kaye got up to his hi-jinks, so Steve knew he’d enjoyed it at least a little bit.
Something felt decidedly off about the front room of the apartment, and it wasn’t just the absence of Billy and Eddie. Steve couldn’t place exactly what it was for a moment, but then his eyes fell on the puddle of pine needles on the floor, in the spot where a Christmas tree had stood hours ago when he’d left for his shift. Cheap ornaments and more pine needles made a trail toward the door that was easy for Steve to follow.
The tree had been a bit much, Steve knew. Neither Billy nor Eddie had particularly fond feelings about Christmas. He probably should have respected that. But instead he and Robin had begged and plead to get them to agree to having a tree in the apartment. Chrissy had refused to take part in the argument on either side. Robin and Steve had decorated the tree with cheap plastic ornaments from the dollar store while Eddie and Billy were gone one day. Steve thought that had been the end of it. Only now, it seemed, Eddie and Billy had reached their tipping point and were taking matters into their own hands to dispose of the offending object.
The trail of ornaments and pine needles continued down the stairs of the apartment building, and to the door that let out on the back alley. Steve opened the door, and was hit with a blast of cold air and loud music. Billy and Eddie were hunched in the alley, clustered around something that Steve couldn’t see. They’d carried the boombox from the apartment down with them, and it was blaring “Fairytale of New York” by the Pogues. This was one of a short list of Christmas songs that Billy would accept playing in his hearing range.
“What are you two doing?” Steve yelled over the sound of the music.
They both stood up, staring back at him with guilty expressions on their faces. Eddie held a can of black spray paint in one hand, tucking it behind his back quickly to try to hide it from Steve.
“Are you tagging the wall again?” Steve asked. “You know Big Timmy’s gonna know it was you.” Big Timmy was their landlord, and he really had it out for Eddie and Billy.
“No, we’re not tagging the wall!” Eddie sounded affronted that Steve would even suggest such a thing.
Steve put his hands on his hips. “Then what are you doing?”
They both looked like they’d been out here a while, their noses and cheeks bright red from the cold. Billy wasn’t wearing weather appropriate clothing in the slightest, his denim jacket the only concession to the bitter cold, and Steve could see him shivering. Eddie had at least thrown on the chunky black scarf Robin had knitted him, and had several layers on under his leather coat.
“We’re just making some artistic improvements,” Eddie said. “Artistic and thematic improvements. To go along with the much-anticipated viewing of Black Christmas this evening.”
“Improvements to what?” Steve asked, still not getting it. The tape switched to “Father Christmas” by the Kinks, another of the Billy-approved songs.
“The tree,” Billy said, and stepped to the side. Steve and Robin’s adorable little Christmas tree lay there on the ground, now completely black.
“Oh my God,” Steve muttered under his breath. “It’s hideous.” He said the last bit louder.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Stevie,” Eddie cajoled. “We pulled off all the ornaments beforehand, and if we put just the red ones back up it’s gonna look really good.”
Billy nodded. “Just needs a couple hours to dry, then we can bring it back up and redecorate. You love decorating.” Billy picked the tree up and leaned it against the wall. It was really black. Not a splash of remaining green or brown in sight.
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh.
“Are you mad at us, baby?” Eddie asked with a ridiculous pout on his face. He sidled up to Steve and slid an arm around his waist. “We’re just trying to get into the Christmas spirit with you. Show you a slightly different way of doing it.” Eddie didn’t seem remotely remorseful, but Billy looked a little nervous to hear Steve’s reply.
Steve had known what he was getting into, settling down with these two. He supposed he might as well give Christmas their way a try. “I’m not mad,” he said, and Eddie leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Steve pushed him away, playfully. “Let’s go watch your deranged movie and then decorate your Satanic tree.”
Black Christmas was not a Christmas movie in Steve’s opinion, and bore no resemblance to Bob Clark’s later, much better known Christmas film. It was hilariously gory and campy, and he enjoyed watching it with Billy and Eddie. They kept up a running commentary the whole time. After the movie, they dragged the tree back into the apartment, necessitating a propped-open window to let out the fumes, and decorated it with the red ornaments.
Steve stood back to take a look once they were finished. “It does look pretty metal,” he allowed. He could get used to a non-traditional Christmas tree.
Billy flashed Steve one of his rare, true smiles, devoid of any sarcasm or bravado. He looked like he was going to say something, but opted instead to step into Steve’s space and pull him in for a kiss. Steve let him say what he wanted with touch instead of words. Billy’s tongue swept along Steve’s lower lip and Steve opened for him. Billy’s arms wound around Steve’s waist, and he pulled their bodies flush. Their cocks brushed through their respective jeans, both of them already half hard. Billy ground his hips against Steve’s as he explored Steve’s mouth with his tongue.
Eddie’s warm presence made itself known at Steve’s back. Eddie placed his hands on Steve’s hips and mouthed a string of kisses and nips down Steve’s neck. Steve leaned back into him, rubbing his ass against Eddie’s hardening cock. Billy made an annoyed noise into Steve’s mouth and pulled Steve’s hips toward his own body again. Eddie followed, rubbing himself on Steve’s ass in a way that pressed Steve even more firmly against Billy.
“Bedroom,” Steve said, the word muffled against Billy’s mouth. Robin had caught them fooling around in the communal areas one too many times, and threatened to move out if it happened again.
Billy grunted and rolled his eyes, but allowed Steve to lead him down the hallway, Eddie following. They quickly shed their clothes, and Billy pulled Steve down onto the bed with him. They lay on their sides facing each other, and Billy picked back up where he’d left off in the living room. He rubbed his fully hard cock against Steve’s, their commingled pre-cum easing the friction. Steve threaded a hand into Billy’s hair and tugged, then pressed their lips back together, licking into Billy’s mouth as the other man groaned. Heat built in his groin and he rubbed himself harder against Billy. His tongue brushed over all the dips and valleys of Billy’s teeth. He wanted to climb inside of Billy, dive straight to the core of him and kiss him there. But all he had was Billy’s mouth. Steve bit Billy’s lower lip, overcome, and licked up the coppery blood.
The bed dipped behind Steve as Eddie laid down. “God, you two are pretty,” Eddie whispered. Steve could feel him looming over the two of them, watching. Eddie kissed Steve behind his ear, sucking gently on the skin before biting down. It hurt, in the best possible way. Steve squirmed between the two of them, an onslaught of pleasure from each side. He wasn’t going to last long like this.
“You like to be caught between us, don’t you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.
Billy’s grip on the back of Steve’s head was like iron. He wouldn’t let Steve pull away from his lips. All Steve could do was whine piteously into Billy’s mouth in answer to Eddie’s question.
Eddie’s fingers slid between Steve’s ass-cheeks, already slick with lube. He pushed a finger into Steve without preamble. Steve’s hips jerked forward at the intrusion. Billy groaned, and rubbed himself more frantically against Steve. He started to fight with Steve for superiority in the kiss, bullying his own tongue past Steve’s and nipping at Steve’s lips.
Eddie barely had to prep Steve, who was still loose from when Billy had fucked him before his shift at the bar. Eddie pressed his cock into Steve’s ass. He sank in slowly. Steve took in deep breaths of Billy’s air, willing himself to relax. Eddie’s hand rested on Steve’s hip, holding him firmly in place. He thrust in and out of Steve, slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace.
Billy snaked a hand between his and Steve’s bodies, and gathered up both of their cocks. His hand didn’t quite reach around both of them in their entirety, but it was enough. Steve moaned against Billy’s lips as Billy began to stroke their cocks. Eddie tilted his hips, searching, and was rewarded by a sharp cry from Steve as he found Steve’s prostate. Eddie buried his face in Steve’s neck, biting and sucking at the skin there, as he kept up a steady pace of thrusts against Steve’s prostate.
Though their lips were still pressed together, Billy and Steve weren’t even kissing anymore, just panting into each other’s mouths. The delicious heat rose to a fever pitch in Steve’s groin as Billy twisted his hand just right and Eddie hit his prostate again. Billy started to lose his rhythm, a sign his own orgasm was approaching. He bit down on Steve’s lip as he came, drawing blood. The pain lit a fuse inside of Steve, and he followed soon after, spilling over Billy’s hand and all over their bellies.
“Good job, boys,” Eddie said, looking over Steve’s shoulder to see the mess between them. He leaned over and kissed Billy, licking Steve’s blood from his lips, then turned to Steve and did the same. His cock kept moving inside of Steve, who felt raw and sensitive now that he’d come. But Eddie wasn’t finished.
“Just a little more,” Eddie whispered to him. “Can you do that for me?” Billy stroked gently up and down Steve’s side and belly, encouraging him silently.
Steve nodded with a whimper. Billy leaned forward to kiss Steve’s chest, moving to pull a nipple into his mouth. Eddie picked up the pace of his thrusts, rubbing brutally hard against Steve’s prostate with each thrust. Billy sucked on his nipple, then gently bit down before switching to the other nipple, all the while keeping up his gentle stroking along Steve’s side.
Steve could feel another orgasm building, this one sharper and less pleasant, as Eddie continued to abuse his prostate. It was a sensation so intense it felt almost like burning. Eddie pulled the orgasm from him by force. A thin dribble of clear liquid spurted from the head of Steve’s cock as he cried out. Then Eddie bit down on Steve’s shoulder, and his thrusts stilled as warmth poured into Steve’s ass.
They all lay there for a while after Eddie cleaned them up, sated but not yet ready to go to sleep. Billy was between Eddie and Steve now, his face buried in Eddie’s chest as Steve rubbed his back. Eddie reached across Billy to lazily rub over Steve’s buzzed head. Just as Steve was starting to drift off, he heard the apartment door opening, and the sounds of Chrissy and Robin chatting with each other as they came in.
There was a loud crash, followed by Robin screeching, “What the fuck did you do to our tree, dinguses?”
The three of them looked at each other with slightly terrified expressions before dissolving into fits of laughter that did nothing to dispel Robin’s anger.
Long time no see, but here's another metalsandwhich bingo 2025 fill! This one is for from prompt c3, which was claws and fangs!
Some info that might help you understand the comic a bit more. This is set in an a/b/o world, with Billy and Eddie both being alphas and in a relationship with an omega Steve. He loves to steal the other two's clothes, and thus stole Eddie's denim vest one day. Billy was curious where he got it and when Steve wouldn't tell him, Billy pinned him to a wall to try and pry the information out of his omega.
This is sorta set in the same universe as my fic I posted over on ao3, named Accidents Happen. Good luck trying to find that, cause I refused to try and use links on Tumblr lol. ( I hate posting shit in general, cause I suck at formatting the posts and tend to ramble ^^" ). This is probably gonna also end up on my Instagram which has almost the same username as I do here :) ( mindless.obessions).
Thanks for the read, I hope you all have a fantastic day/night!
Written for @metalsandwichbingo square A3, prompt: craislist ad meeting
WC: 71,906 | Rating: E | tags: craigslist, fake dating, fluff, smut | on ao3
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Summary:
Fake-boyfriend for a family event
Looking for a guy (20-30) who's willing to pretend to be my boyfriend at my cousin's wedding from the 13th to the 15th. Based in California, or willing to fly out. I'll cover any expenses. Pay is 500 upfront and 500 a day.
Contact me: +1 (XXX) XXX-XXXX
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or: Steve posts a Craigslist ad in hopes of finding someone that's willing to accompany him to his cousin's wedding. What he gets is a pair of boyfriends and a whole load of complicated feelings.
My next fill for @metalsandwichbingo !! I had originally intended to do something different, but I decided to table that idea for now and came up with this instead. It's been snowing where I am a lot lately, so I added that in and I'm pretty happy with the result. Also, yes, I did specifically pick Stand By Me as the movie I reference in this one. RIP Rob and Michele Reiner.
Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside
Square + Prompt: C1, Huddling for Warmth
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2255 words
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Sleepovers, Sleeping together, There was only one bed (kinda), Huddling for warmth, Snowed in, Power Outage, Pre-relationship
Summary: A winter storm in Hawkins causes a power outage at the Harrington house, leaving Eddie, Billy and Steve are snowed in. And with the power out, so is the heater. They need to try and stay warm, but it's nearing the negatives outside, and there are no more spare blankets. What are the boys to do?
Also on: Ao3
One of the worst things about an Indiana winter was that if it snowed enough, or got cold enough, not only did it drive the people crazy, but it put the electricity on the fritz, too. For most houses, this wasn’t too bad. The heat would stay on if you had a furnace or a wood stove, and a lot of people had camping lanterns or candles or other things to keep the lights on, and books or games to keep them occupied until the power came back. And most of the time, the temperature only got bad enough to cause a blackout during the night, so most people were usually sleeping when it happened and it was fixed by the time they woke up again. But this wasn’t always the case, and every house was different, so some handled it better than others.
It wasn’t supposed to snow that night, but by the time the little holiday get-together that Steve was hosting for the party had ended, there were at least two inches on the ground and it showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Most people had left by then, Hopper and Mrs. Byers were looking forward to a quiet night in, Robin’s mom had picked her up as soon as the snow started laying on the roads and Jon and Nancy had driven the kids, who had planned a sleepover at the Wheeler’s, so they took them home, which left only Steve, Billy and Eddie alone in the house. Steve tried to encourage them to head home before it got too bad, but they insisted on staying to help clean up, and Steve knew better than to argue with either of them by now. But by the time they’d gotten the trash cleared and the games put away and the dishes washed, it was up to six inches at least, and the roads were no longer safe to travel.
“Welp, looks like we’re having a sleepover of our own,” Eddie said as he looked out the window, assessing the snowfall. “There is no way we’re getting out of here until they come and plow the roads.”
“Fuck, really?” Billy asked, looking outside, too. “Damn, my poor Stella. She does not do too well in cold weather.”
“Who’s Stella?” Eddie asked.
“My car,” Billy replied, sighing as he looked out at her, her blue paint job being covered in solid white.
“You named your car?” Eddie asked, laughing a little.
“You didn’t?”
“No? I never saw the need to.”
“No wonder that thing quits on you so much. You gotta name your car, man. They treat you better if you do,” Billy said, shaking his head as Eddie rolled his eyes. He walked away from the window and Billy followed, heading back into the kitchen as Steve hung the phone back on the wall.
“That was Mrs. Wheeler, everyone got home safe and the kids are already planning a snowball war for tomorrow morning,” he reported as the other two walked in, sitting at the counter.
“That’s good,” Eddie said as he popped open a cookie tin and started to munch. “I just hope it doesn’t freeze over by tomorrow morning. Wouldn’t want those little gremlins hurting themselves.”
“Isn’t it, like, already frozen, though?” Billy asked, still getting used to snow as a concept. He had always known it was a thing, but growing up in Southern California, he’d never really experienced it until last year.
“Yeah, but as the sun warms it, it melts just enough to freeze again and go from powdery flakes to pretty much solid chunks of ice, at least on the top,” Steve said, shrugging. “By the time they get outside, though, it should still be pretty fresh, so they’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“And that there is just another reason I prefer sand instead of snow,” Billy said, shaking his head again. The other two shrugged and the three of them migrated to the living room, shivering as they passed the big glass sliding door, the cold seeping in through the glass and giving them a chill. They plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV, checking the weather report before moving on to something else. The snow was supposed to continue through the night, with the temperature expected to drop to the single digits, and they were now predicting at least two and a half feet before it even started to slow.
“I guess we’re gonna be stuck here for a while,” Steve said, then stood and stretched before heading over to the cabinet beside the TV. “Anyone up for a movie?”
They settled on Stand By Me, which had just come out on VHS, and loaded the tape into the player, waiting to play it until they’d changed into pajamas and made hot chocolate. Then they started the movie, all comfortable and content as they watched and discussed the plot. And then, just as it was getting good, when the boys found the body and Ace and his gang started to threaten them to back off, suddenly, the TV screen went black, as did all the lights in the room.
“Ah fuck,” Steve groaned, throwing his head back and scrubbing his hand over his face. “The power’s out.”
“I mean, it’s not a huge deal. The movie was good, but the book was better and I’m getting tired, anyway,” Billy said, shrugging as Steve shook his head.
“You don’t understand,” he said, “The power’s out. That means the fancy new electric heating system my folks had installed is no longer working. In about ten minutes, this place is going to feel like a fucking freezer.”
“Are you shitting me?” Eddie groaned too, rubbing his eyes.
“Unfortunately, no, I’m not. I can’t even start up the old wood stove, either, we don’t have any wood and I’m not about to go out there to get any,” Steve said, gesturing out the window.
“Well, shit. Now what do we do?” Billy asked, already starting to feel the chill creeping in.
“Go to bed, I guess. At least if we’re under a bunch of blankets, we should be fine, but it’ll suck when we have to get up tomorrow,” Steve sighed, getting up and stretching again. “C’mon, I’ll show you to the guest rooms.”
Eddie and Billy followed Steve’s lead up the stairs and to the two guest rooms, surprisingly not tripping over anything despite the darkness of the house. The two rooms were next to each other and across the hall from Steve’s room, both of them smaller, but with a full size bed and fluffy, warm looking blankets, so neither boy complained. They each climbed into bed and said goodnight to each other, all of them shivering as they finally settled down and tried to sleep, ‘tried’ being the operative word. Despite each of them curling up beneath a mountain of blankets, they were still freezing, and it was only getting worse as the night went on.
They’d gone to bed around ten, but by midnight, it had gotten so cold that their teeth were chattering, even under all those blankets. It was nearly unbearable, and finally, Billy, who’d had the least experience with the cold and hated it the most, decided to get up and see if there were any other things he could do to quell the cold. He wrapped the wool comforter around him as tightly as he could, then ventured out into the hallway to Steve’s room, knocking on his door sharply.
“What’s up?” Steve asked in a groggy voice as Billy entered, sitting up as he walked into the room.
“I’m gonna fucking freeze to death, that’s what’s up,” Billy said, feeling goosebumps on his legs as he stood there. “Are there any more blankets?”
“All the extras were already on the beds, so no,” Steve replied, sniffling as his nose started to run from the cold.
“Well shit, now what? If we don’t do something, we’re all gonna wake up tomorrow frozen solid,” Billy grumped, his toes starting to go numb.
“I know, you’re right,” Steve sighed, “But I might have an idea. Go get Eddie, if we combine all our blankets, we might be able to stay warm enough to at least get some sleep. It’ll be kinda cramped with all of us in one bed, though.”
“As long as my nipples stop hurting from being too cold, I don’t give a fuck,” Billy said, dragging his blankets with him as he went back across the hall to Eddie’s door. He didn’t even knock this time, just opened the door and went inside, getting Eddie and his blankets and going back to Steve’s room. The two of them arranged all the blankets on top of the ones already on the bed, then climbed in as quickly as they could, shivering as they did.
“How did I end up in the middle of you two?” Billy asked as he fidgeted around, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was futile.
“It doesn’t matter, just stop moving around,” Eddie said, cursing as Billy accidentally leaned too hard on his hair and pulled it.
“Yeah, I told you it was gonna be cramped. It’s not gonna be a great night’s sleep, but at least we’ll be conserving body heat, so just calm down and try to close your eyes,” Steve said, turning over himself so that he was facing the other two, and getting as comfortable as he could, given the circumstances. Billy grumbled, but he stopped moving finally, lying on his side and resting his head on Steve’s shoulder. Eddie was also on his side behind him, having to practically hug Billy to him in order to keep from falling off the edge. It was odd positioning, but at least they were starting to warm up a bit, and they were relatively comfortable, so once they all stopped moving, they finally were able to fall asleep.
The next morning, they woke up covered in sweat. It wasn’t even seven yet, but the power must’ve come back on, because underneath all of those blankets, the three boys were dying, this time from heat. They were still tired, so they worked together to throw off most of the blankets, leaving only one or two, before lying back down and passing out again. They were still cuddled together like the night before, Billy resting on Steve and Eddie spooning him from behind, but it was a lot more comfortable now, and as their bodies regulated their temperatures, they were able to fall back into a deep slumber.
When they woke again, it was nearing ten in the morning. Billy was the first to crack his eyes open, clearing the crust from them and starting to laugh as he laid there, trapped between the other two.
“What’s so funny?” Steve grumbled as he yawned, not quite ready to open his eyes yet.
“I can’t move,” he said, “And someone is poking me in the back with their morning wood.”
“Huh?” Eddie asked as he finally started to wake up, trying to get his hair out of his mouth. Steve laughed a little, too, and finally stretched as he sat up, giving Billy a little bit more room. He scootched away from Eddie but didn’t get up quite yet, still entirely too comfortable to be ready to be upright again.
“Damn,” he heard Steve say as he got up and went to the window. Billy sat up and looked over, too, but he couldn’t see super well, so he finally got up and went over to look.
“Fuck,” he added as he looked out at Steve’s backyard. The chain link fence that separated it from the woods was buried almost entirely in snow. It had stopped falling by now, but only about a quarter of the fence was still visible beneath the heavy layer of white powder.
“What are we lookin’ at?” Eddie asked as he wandered over, scratching his head.
“The snow,” Steve said, “It’s gotta be at least four feet deep, maybe five.”
“Shit, that’s a lot. Looks like we probably won’t be leaving anytime soon,” Eddie said.
“Yeah, there’s no way I’m gonna get Stella to start in this weather, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to dig her out,” Billy said, sighing as he admitted, “It is kinda pretty, though.”
“Yeah, I love it when it’s like this, when it’s just smooth and undisturbed. It’s not the same once people start to plow and shovel and make footprints in it, y’know?” Steve sighed, gazing out the window at the sparkly white ground.
“I know,” Eddie said, “I also know that I’m starving and that there’s bacon and eggs in the fridge downstairs. I’m gonna go make breakfast, you guys coming?”
“Right behind you, Ed,” Billy said, he and Steve following Eddie downstairs. They ate breakfast on the couch as they finished the movie from last night, then spent the day just relaxing and messing around throughout the house.
They plowed the roads sometime that afternoon, but it was getting dark again by then, and there was no point in trying to dig their cars out in the dark, so Billy and Eddie stayed for one more night. It wasn’t as cold that night, and the power stayed on, but none of them said anything when they all climbed back into Steve’s bed that night, cuddling up together under the covers and keeping each other warm.
Starting with my first bingo fill of the @metalsandwichbingo , I decided to go with Free space B2, and I used the prompt for my free space, Sick day. Billy is sick and Steve and Edd8e are taking care of the Stubborn Cali boy. Context Billy is getting sick due to the climate change from summer to fall, his body shuts down and he is becoming a sneezing mess, his eyes are also almost closed due to season changing allergies. (I know this mostly happens in spring but I’ve known people that this happens to during seasonal changes.
