@pentaxed said: ❣🥺 Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion
I HATE YOU. For months on end its been like that, I hate you, you’re weird, don’t touch me. All while hiding the fact that at six am one fall morning Jonathan had kissed him first. Out of anger had kissed him first and Billy felt-- nothing. Or nothing laced with a whole lot of something. Billy doesn’t like to think about that much because it was a fucking mistake on his part to let that kiss even fucking happen because between that moment and now too much has happened. And Billy’s been cheeky, subtle about it-- hand resting on Jonathan’s thigh before shoving him away. Picture-- Jonathan Byers breathless in the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car. And Billy finds it fucking hilarious because Jonathan is trying to seem like its bothering him but Billy knows that if he laughs then Jonathan’s going to reach for the door.
“What is it Byers?” God they’re already late, Joyce seemed nice enough when Billy pulled up to pick Jonathan up but she did say ten pm no later and Billy’s pushing it by driving up at ten forty-five with the radio turned all the way up. And there’s that mumble of ‘nothing’ the familiar mumble of ‘nothing’ which has come to be known as something. A hand grabbed Jonathan’s wrist, tightening hard enough to leave bruises. “Look at me.” A demand, not a suggestion and forces Jonathan to look at him then. And there’s a moment of silence only shattered by Jonathan saying ‘ I’ve got to go inside, Billy’. And a growl escapes Billy’s lips, leans in and kisses Jonathan. It’s the first time that Billy’s initiated a kiss and there’s-- emotion there. Anger laced with something else, something that perhaps Billy can’t place. Pulls away after a moment, looks at Jonathan, eyebrows narrowed. “Get the fuck out of my car.”