Steve trips and falls as he runs away from the axe wielding killer that he just witnessed hacking up Nancy's body.
He scrambles trying to get back up but, in the fall, he twisted his ankle. He turns around, feeling the ground for anything he could use as a weapon to defend himself with his heart stops beating for a second before kicking into overdrive as a shadow falls over him.
Panicked he looks up, his breath hitches as his eyes lock with Billy's blown out dark orbs. He licks his lips and swallows trying to find his voice, a whine involuntarily leaving his throat. His eyes get drawn to Billy’s hand as it squeezes and palms his dick.
He makes a split-second decision, and he bares his neck. Letting his knees fall open, as an invitation. He bites his lower lip and lets out a whine.
"Billy ....”
His fingers dig into the ground, to hide their trembling. He tries to lean into the trembling of his body, hoping, praying that Billy will see it as a sign of lust and not the fear paralysing him.
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Billy grunted as he tried pulling his axe free from Nancy's smashed skull. He placed his left foot on her neck, digging his heel down into a deep laceration for extra leverage. His mind was finally blissfully still.
He didn't remember what finally pushed him over the edge, but the outcome of the snap was glorious. For the first time he felt like he was truly in control and free. As his axe finally comes free, splattering his face in blood and brain matter, movement catches his eyes. There in the periphery of his sight stands Steve Harrington, the object that haunts his every thought and dream.
He angles his head down to look at the body at his feet, a smirk gracing his lips as he squeezes his forming chub. He can't believe his luck. He must be dreaming, it's the only explanation for his pretty boy watching him butcher the bitch that broke him.
His body screams at him as he gives chase. His muscles feel heavy and start cramping, but his desire to catch his pretty boy keeps pushing him forward, past the stabbing pain in his legs, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth as he pulls in air.
Billy's luck holds true as he watches Steve trip and fall. He uses those precious moments to catch his breath and center himself. He can't help himself as he ogles Steve scrambling to get up. He reaches down, gripping himself as he watches Steve realise who was chasing him down.
His lips part in a groan as he hears Steve's involuntary whine. He rubs the heel of his palm against his quickly hardening dick. He can feel his shorts growing damp under his ministrations.
He smirks as their eyes lock, his grip on the axe behind his back tightens. He briefly mourns at the thought of having to kill Steve. His breath hitches, and his eyes widen as he watches Steve, baring his neck in submission and spreading his legs open. His eyes are glued to Steve's mouth as he whines his name and bites his lips.
