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[withoneheadlight]

and then billy pops out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of him. leaning his elbows on the edge of the window. letting his eyes roam, up and down steve. and he's grinning, one of those i'm-chewing-on-something-and-i-wish-it-was-you, grins of his. licking his lips and 'my, my, pretty boy. are you wearing it for me? my favorite color?' and steve snorts and rolls his eyes and says 'yeah, in another of those dreams of yours' and billy gets serious, his eyes a killer kind of blue, fixed and heavy. says 'in my dreams. you let me have this dance'. says it holding out his hand, for steve, and steve— can't help but bite, at the side of his lower lip, try to trap the smile sneaking out of him. 'cause c'mon, isn't that just smug. but he likes it. suddenly. violently. he likes it. even more so when billy bats those dark, dark lashes at him and, when steve lets it go, billy's eyes cut down to that lip, as if, in another dream, he would just lean in, and catch it. so steve says, 'well. guess tonight's the perfect night to make a dream come true' reaching for the handle.

and so they slow-dance. wrapped in the blue-silver glow coming down from the high windows. wrapped in time after time and that way it has of making you feel like something, something is gonna happen.

(and maybe, just maybe, billy tries his luck at getting another dream come true that night)

(and maybe steve lets him)

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i neeeeeeed the typical scene where they've been circling each other for so long that one night at somebody's party, (where else?) everything explodes.

they're both so revved up—they're flammable. and billy says something mean and insinuating and steve's like "only in your dreams, hargrove" but billy can't stop, no brakes and already salivating the crash, tongue out because it already feels like it and "c'mon, stevie boy. you can't tell me you don't want to get a taste" and then somehow it's the stairs and bitten off kisses on the hallway and somebody's door closing behind them and both taking off their clothes and steve

"but this means nothing" and

billy's expression changes. twist. breaks. falls.

something bleeds out of that expression and

"i'm sorry, pretty boy. that i can't do"

reaching out. tracing a long, lingering caress up from steve's clavicle and all the way down into the center of his chest, fingertips pressing-in there, drawing a dejàvu, and then

sliding his shirt back on. walking away. closing that door behind him and

leaving steve behind with an open wound where those fingers still burn. with a raging mind and a raging heart and—

"fuck. oh—fuck. nonononono why the fuck did i. fuck"

—a revelation.

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billy making dinner and steve laying his chin down on his shoulder to take a peek at what he's doing like 'wow, that smells nice, babe' and billy smiles, gently bumps their cheeks together, gives steve a little side kiss 'hope it tastes even better' and then, he shakes his head a bit, his curls tickling lightly on steve's ear 'hey. can you―?' and steve nods ‘sure, honey’ and then, carefully, picks billy's hair up, fingertips carding through the strands, a goosebumping feeing as his nails brush billy's scalp, steve letting out a clear, happy laugh when he makes him shiver. and then, takes the band on billy's wrist, ties his hair in a ponytail, leaves a soft kiss on his shoulder before stepping back "can't wait to congratulate the chef"

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that cinematographic moment where steve walks down the 'hair care' aisle and billy walks down the 'hair care' aisle at the same time and they're both engrossed in their respective quests of find-grab-and-run so, they don't notice the other is there until they reach for their respective life saviours, farrah & vidal sassoon, both going for the bottle at the end of the line, the back of their hands brushing and

'hargrove'

'harrington'

hard glances. slow movements. both take their prize into the shopping kart: a silent duel at dawn under the fluorescents.

'you don't say a word. i won't say a word'

steve nods.

'my lips are sealed'

and none of them does. both act like it didn't happen. that’s, ‘till it does happens again three weeks later and steve doesn’t have the self-restrain to not mutter under his breath ‘that’sthereasonyourcurlslooklikethey'redying’ and billy glares at him ‘oh you think you’d do it better?’ and steve snorts and ‘alrigh. your place. in ten’ and the rest is, well— history.

or: billy&steve the 'getting together' story they never tell to their kids (or anyone, really)

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future! steve having an office work right beside future!billy’s garage and. he buys a motorcycle, at some point. rides it every morning to work and, every morning billy gets a first row, slow-motion, heart-stopping show of steve fucking harrington revving up the engine all the way down the street, straddling that thing between his long, long thighs. leather jacket. tight black jeans. hips swaying as he dismounts. hair cascading out of his helmet, gorgeous and impossibly soft-looking as steve shakes his head . waving at billy,  flashing him a grin, saying,

“’morning, tiger”

and billy is sure, is positive there’s no way this whole situation could get worse but. one day the motorcycle breaks down and steve takes it to billy to repair and, when he goes to pick it up, smiles that incredible smile at him and

“would it be too much, if i ask you to teach me how to take care of her?

and oh. oh. it does get worst after that (billy’s crush. billy’s gigantic, lifelong, stupid crush)

(way worse. until. it gets way better)

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but steve walking into billy kneeling in front of the pet shop's storefront at the mall, moving his fingers over the glass so the puppy inside plays to catch them while sing-songing in the highest pitched voice 'who's the prettiest boooy? who's the prettiest boooy?' and steve can't help but grin, maybe find it devastatingly endearing, tease billy a bit, too 'honestly? thought that was me right until now, hargove' making him fall back onto his ass, eyes widening in distress as steve adds 'and i'm kinda sad now. guess you'll have to make it up to me somehow' billy's cheeks going red like they're been set on fire and oh, oh, oh, steve didn't mean it like that but uh, ok, oh (his own cheeks are burning)

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mmmm steve pushing billy into the couch and sliding onto his lap while he's still all taut muscles and sweat beading down his neck, nipples hard because that's how they get when billy works out and steve's been watching him, behaving till he's finished but now he runs his thumbs all over those hard nipples, the two at once, making billy grasp, making billy buck up, hardening between his legs and 'i'm gonna play with them 'till you're cumming all over yourself, big boy' and then spending the next half an hour biting and licking and sucking at Billy's nipples thought the fabric, billy rutting helplessly against his ass 'till steve has made honor to his word.

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after starcourt roonmates yaddayadda and billy falls asleep one day while they're watching tv on the couch. literally falls, all the way into steve's lap, somehow. wakes up about two hours later, the most amazing sensation running up his scalp, and when he opens his eyes steve is looking down at him in this impossible, unequivocal way, like he's in love with what he's seeing, his fingers tracing slow, careful circles around the roots of billy's curls the way you would make love feel like and, for the first time in almost a year billy's heart lights up as if it’s made of dynamite.