Work Text:
“That all you got, huh?” Steve spat out blood, stepping back towards the road. The fight broke out right in the middle of the kitchen in someone’s house. Typical party, typical losers that Steve always saw at school. Steve didn't even know why he bothered coming, yet, he always does. Lack of family around will do that to you.
“You punch like a bitch.” Steve antagonised, he was looking for this fight. He wanted to feel.
The new blonde haired pretty boy from California was his target, unfortunately for Steve. Maybe it was because he was new, maybe it was because he saw something deep within this stranger before him. Maybe there was an unspoken challenge there and for whatever reason, Steve was intrigued.
The blonde shoved him hard at his chest, making him stumble onto the middle of the road. Billy’s eyes glaring red as he rolled his shoulders back, following. “You’re fucking with the wrong one.”
“You hit me first.”
“And I’ll make sure I'll hit you last, Harrington.” The blonde stepped up close, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.
Steve was definitely intoxicated. Not so much that he couldn't walk or see straight, but enough to make bad decisions.
Steve stared up at him, adrenaline pumping in his veins as he searched Billy’s face, his own cheek stinging as he waited for the next hit. It was so dark outside, it had clearly rained and the smell of earth and concrete filled the air. It was still raining, only the smallest of droplets every other moment. The dirty drains gushed flowing water, the glow of orange street lights loomed above them. Billy’s hair highlighted by the rain and orange luminance made Steve’s head tilt slightly. The dull thud of the party from the house is now a couple houses down, and for some reason Steve can't seem to stop.
And yeah, Billy did hit him first. Steve deserved it. He knew he did, he wanted it. The party was in full effect. The bass was so loud, the air hot given that of bodies crammed into tight spaces, it made him feel claustrophobic. Nancy had just told him everything was bullshit. That he was bullshit. Everything felt numb. He went back into the party after slamming the bathroom door shut on her. He was planning on leaving. He wove through bodies. Some pushing back and giving him a “what the fuck man?”. He didn't care, he needed out. He needed to get away. The tears in the corners of his eyes begged to fall from his lashes, feeling the tightness of anger and hurt in his chest.
But then he saw Billy. The new curly haired blonde with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. He felt like he froze for a moment, willing the tears back into his eye ducts as he narrowed his gaze. He was leaning against the kitchen sink, talking to some girl. He felt slightly dizzy from the alcohol as he watched the girl throw her head back and laugh at something he said. Obviously this guy used a line, it looked like it was working too. The girl with pretty brown hair moved her hand to play with the collar of his leather jacket. Fuck it. Best time to interrupt something good. And hey, he might as well see what his deal is. What’s he got to lose? Might as well show him who King Steve is. He cringed at the though.
He walked right up to him, slotting himself right in between Billy and this girl. He felt the rush of adrenaline, but being drunk as he was, it faded pretty quick. The girl scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. “Uh excuse me?!” She whined all high pitched, Steve didn't even acknowledge her and stared right into Billy’s eyes. Billy had the absolute gall to smile at him, his eyes squinting slightly as his mouth flashed a white perfect smile. It was like he found it humorous. Not quite the reaction he though he’d get but that's okay, he’ll work on it.
“California huh?” Steve almost slurred. Billy eyed him for a beat, not paying attention to the girl who threw her hands up and stormed off for suddenly being ignored.
“Uh huh. Word moves quickly around here.” His voice like gravel, sending a shiver down Steve’s spine.
“Do all you Californian’s look the same then?”
Billy’s eyes narrowed, eyes flickering down to his mouth then back to his eyes, a slight frown forming on his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean, Harrington?”
“Ah,” Steve almost slurred. “Word does move quickly around here. You heard about me then?” Steve leaned back against the kitchen counter. Billy crossed his arms over his bare chest, leather jacket squeaking against his biceps. Steve definitely didn't look.
“I’ve heard some things.” Billy slightly leaned forward, small grin playing on his lips. Why that sent butterflies in his drunk stomach, Steve was going to push way down.
“I’m just sayin, you’re so typical.” Steve egged. Feeling smart. Billy inhaled through his nose. “Now what does that mean?”
Steve could see the fire beginning to burn. Yes. He just needed to push a bit more. He swallowed hard, trying not to show his nerves.
“Well, I mean you’re all a bunch of stuck up dicks who drive dumb cars.” His voice almost quivered on the last word, but held his own as he stared down Billy Hargrove. God he hoped he couldn't see the sad in his eyes.
“Is that what you think of me?” Billy said, his eyes darkening. "At least my dumb car is prettier than your hunk of shit.”
Fuck. He thought that would've worked. He really thought that would've landed him the punch he’s begging for.
“Nah,” Steve smiled to himself, acting smug. The alcohol turned him way more confident than he’d expected. He breathed in sharply, knowing his next words would for sure get him what he wants. He leaned in, gesturing to Billy to learn forward to like he was about to tell him a secret.
His voice came out just above a whisper, only for Billy to hear. “I also think you’re a faggot.”
The blow was pretty painful. Steve felt Billy’s fist connect with the side of his cheek just below his eye and force its way along his nose. His face snapping to the side as blood started to drip from his nose. It felt good.
He stumbled into people as they spilled their drinks, Billy was on him in a flash, hauling him through the crowd as people split to get out of their way and out the doors of the party. He figured he was probably trying to take the fight outside but, still, usually during a fight you’re not picking where to go. But Steve was too drunk to care as he felt Billy’s strong hands man handle him and shove him out onto the lawn.
Billy was breathing heavily, Steve could see the rage in his eyes as he swung again at him, Steve didn't even try to flinch. He felt his fist connect again, in just about the same spot. The sound of the smack was loud, but even louder within his own skull. His brain felt like it rattled with the force, Billy definitely didn't hit ‘like a bitch’.
He figured in no time, someone would try and break them apart, but what's there to break up? Steve still hasn't even pushed back. Steve doubled over as he spat out more blood that filled his mouth. Coughing as his hand came up to the side of his cheek, pressing slightly to make sure he didn't bite straight through his flesh.
And then Billy was on him again but rather, hauling him up by his jacket and down right dragging him across the street. The orange glow of the light radiating from the sky above them as they approached Billy’s Camaro.
His back slammed against a car as Billy shoved him. He reached for the hood, balancing himself a little. The car was wet with rain droplets, it was cold hard steel under his hand.
He spat out more blood from his teeth cutting into his cheek—his attention snapped back to the boy in front of him, laughing. At least his nose had stopped bleeding.
“King Steve huh, picked a fight and didn't even try to fight back.” Billy taunted, his laughter echoing around the streets.
“Fuck you.” Steve managed, leaning against the car.
“Ya know, you really surprised me,” Billy took a step toward him. “I didn't pick you to be one to start a fight,” He leaned in close. “And I don't think you wanted to start a fight either.”
His words froze Steve right in his place. He stared at Billy, feeling his hair falling in front of his brow. Confusion was probably written all over his face, he felt blood trickle down his cheek but he was so utterly confused to care. He stared up as Billy leaned impossibly closer, putting one hand on the roof of the car behind Steve. His face coming close to Steve’s as a smug smile played on his lips. “Wanna prove me wrong, pretty boy?”
The grimace and hesitation in Steve’s response was all it took for Billy to be on him. His lips crushed against Steve’s, his nose pressing against his cheek as Steve kissed back, stunned. This was happening so quickly, but Steve’s brain couldn't quite catch up. The alcohol swimming around his veins slowed time itself, but he couldn't help it when Billy’s hand came and rested behind his head—pressing him closer as he whimpered into Billy’s mouth.
The rain began to fall harder around them, as the roll of thunder boomed and vibrated above them. Billy growled, nipping at Steve’s bottom lip then kissing him again. His tongue flicked out and flirted its way inside his mouth. Billy tasted like cheap beer, but something else so sweet. Steve’s hands had moved to clutch at Billy’s jacket, he doesn't even remember doing it. When the roll of thunder became louder and both of them realised they were getting soaked, Billy finally broke the kiss. Steve’s heart was hammering inside his chest.
Billy wiped Steve’s bottom lip with his thumb. The gesture was soft, but his eyes were dark, looking at him behind heavy lashes. “I know the difference between someone who wants to fight or fuck.”
He blinked, speechlessly watching as Billy maneuvered Steve to the side and promptly opened the passenger side door of his car. He bent over and flicked the seat forward, leaning down still. He looked up at Steve with a smirk before crawling into the back seat.
Without a second though, he was piling into the car after Billy. He huffed as his head leant against the head rest after pulling the door shut gently. Careful all of a sudden not to piss Billy off. Funny that.
It was silent in the car, aside from the light patter of rain falling onto metal surrounding them. It was even darker in Billy’s car, but he could feel his eyes on him.
“Um,” is all Steve could get out as he breathed heavily, feeling his knee knock against Billy’s as he shuffled in the seat trying to get comfortable in the awkwardness.
“So uh..,” Steve tried again, all of a sudden so very aware of what just happened. He licked his bottom lip, tasting Billy’s spit still left behind. His stomach flipped.
“Stop talking.” Billy was already shucking off his jacket, throwing it to the floor of his car as he grabbed Steve by his hand, pulling him on his lap. Steve’s hands went to either side of his shoulders as he straddled him. Caging him in. Billy tugged at Steve’s jacket, rushing to get it off and pulling off his shirt just as quickly. Billy was still kissing his lips with such ferocity Steve thought he was going to be devoured. It turned him on so much, he couldn't believe this was happening. His mind still sluggish with alcohol, the rejection of Nancy still lingering at the forefront but this? This is even better than he expected.
Billy’s hands moved to Steve’s thighs, giving them a small squeeze as Steve felt himself rock forward, his chest meeting Billy’s. His lips parted, letting Billy’s tongue find his. Tasting him, exploring his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip. He was sure Billy could taste blood from his mouth or from the blood that had dripped from his nose. If Billy noticed, he didn't seem to care.
Steve moaned into his mouth as Billy fisted some of his hair in his hand, pulling on it. Rocking his hips up gently against Steve’s ass. Steve’s head was swimming. Arousal, alcohol, pain but fuck it all. He had Billy fucking Hargrove underneath him.
Billy’s hands moved to Steve’s ass, groping him with strong hands. Steve felt desire burning low in his stomach, his cock hardening uncomfortably in his pants. His cheek was still stinging, probably still bleeding and his face hurt. It was perfect. The alcohol made him feel careless, fuck Nancy. Fuck the party. Steve nipped at Billy’s lip, running his hands along Billy’s bare warm chest and arching his back. Fuck it. He let out a soft whimper against Billy’s lips as he ground down, pressing his ass against Billy’s cock under his pants. It earned him a groan.
The next thing Steve knew, Billy had flipped him over with one arm wrapped around his waist. Billy pushed him down, Steve’s back slotting firmly against the seat as Billy hovered between his legs. He pulled off Steve’s shoes, followed by his belt buckle then shoving his pants down and off at the same time as his underwear, carelessly discarding them to the floor. Steve’s heart was beating so loud for suddenly being so naked, he felt like Billy might be able to hear the thump of his heart fill the cab.
He watched on, Billy’s looming figure only barely visible in the low light. Steve doesn't remember seeing Billy’s pants come off, he was so distracted by watching him. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it, too. But for a moment he got to look at Billy and fucking hell, he was beautiful. His square jaw shadowed by light stubble. His sleek but muscled neck down to his thick chest. His golden skin in the low orange light shadowed all the right places, like the lines of his abs to the dips of his hips. He was athletic, more so than Steve. He was down right perfect as he stared down at Steve and licked his bottom lip like he was some kind of treat.
It's not until Billy was leaning down between his legs again, arms coming to either side of Steve’s head as he pressed his hard dick against Steve’s. Steve’s eyes snapped to Billy’s dick. It was thicker than his own, the perfect shade of pink and glistening at the head. It made Steve’s mouth water.
Steve moaned first, but Billy’s deep moan overtook him as he rocked against him. Steve was so hard as he looked between their bodies, spreading his legs even more to accommodate Billy as best he could. His eyes rolled back as his head fell backwards, feeling one of Billy’s hands wrap around the tips of their cocks. Rubbing them together, thrusting slowly as his breath hitched against Steve’s sore, swollen cheek.
Steve had to bite his lip and stifle another moan as Billy picked up the pace a little, his cologne filling Steve’s nose mixing with the faint smell of iron from his blood, it was perfect. It made him impossibly more aroused.
“Fuck, Billy-,” Steve whispered, finding his own hips trying to pump themselves in time with Billy’s hand. He felt the pleasure building low in his stomach, his cock was twitching so fucking good. He reached up and placed a hand around the back of Billy’s neck, resting his forehead against his. The rain was coming down harder now, the windows had begun to fog.
“Billy-,” Steve sighed against his lips. “Billy I want you to fuck me.” Steve sounded slightly desperate, but for the way Billy looked at him instantly made it all worth it. Billy stopped pumping his fist over their cocks as Steve’s words settled with him, his thick lashes shadowing his face in the darkness but Steve could make out his smirk.
Billy let go of their cocks, a momentary disappointment fell over Steve but was quickly washed away as he was flipped over onto his stomach. Billy loomed over his back, crouching down to come to his ear—his warm cock nudging at one of his ass cheeks. Steve held everything in him to arch up, grind back up into him but held still. Shaking from anticipation as Billy whispered in his ear.
“Careful what you wish for, Harrington.”
Billy mouthed against his ear, tongue tracing along the shell as he moved down to the side of his face. His lips grazed the corner of his jaw when Steve shuddered against him, rocking his cock against the seat of Billy’s car. The movement made his ass move back into Billy’s cock as it slipped between his cheeks, making Billy gasp as he pulled himself off Steve. Steve nearly went to look over his shoulder, but heard Billy open the middle compartment and fish something out. The soft click of the lube bottle made Steve’s stomach flip. He willed himself to be still, he couldn't think as Billy brang one finger to his hole.
“You sure you want this?” Billy’s voice came out low as he circled his finger around his rim.
Steve whined, feeling desperate and so unbelievably turned on. “Yes, please Billy…”
He didn't need to be told twice. He slipped inside, slowly. Steve felt himself push back against him as Billy’s other hand held one of his legs, kneading the back of his thigh muscle gently as he began to finger Steve open.
When his breath came out faster, Billy took the hint and added another finger. The stretch wasn't painful, but it felt like more. Steve almost begged Billy to add a third then and there.
“Mmm,” Billy’s voice was so deep, “open up for me.” His voice came out behind him, Steve felt himself push back onto his fingers even more, arching his back slightly as pleasure began to burst through him.
He moaned, loudly against the rain as Billy’s fingers curled, sending another round of unmeasurable pleasure through his body.
“Yeah, that's it, can't wait to get my cock in you.” Billy moved behind him, adjusting himself as he added a third finger.
Steve really arched his back, grinding down and squirming against the car seat, his cock pulsing with every curl of Billy’s fingers inside him. He was moaning loudly now, eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck Billy, you’re gonna make me-” he groaned, his cock definitely leaking into the fabric of the seat.
Billy laughed. He laughed and it was enough of a shock to snap Steve out of his pleasure induced tunnel vision. Only momentarily though because Billy began to speak. “Not yet, pretty boy,” Billy leaned down, kissing his spine as his fingers left his ass to move both hands to Steve’s hips. He pulled him up so that he was on his knees. Steve kept his back arched as Billy smoothed his hands over his back. He peppered kisses down and down, before slapping one of Steve’s ass cheeks, making him jump slightly at the sting. He felt Billy’s cock at his entrance, lining himself up.
“Yeah just like that, Harrington. Gonna make you come on my dick.”
Steve felt his eyes flutter shut as the tip of Billy’s cock pushed inside. His arms felt like jelly as they held him up. He felt Billy push in slowly, inch by inch. Fuck he was big.
Steve whimpered into his fist, bending down even more so his chest touched the seat. He pushed back against him as Billy eased his cock in all the way to the hilt. Billy’s hands groped Steve’s ass for a few seconds, letting out a deep breath and then moving to his hips as he began to slide out, then in, then out. Never fully out though, his cock filling Steve perfectly, stretching him so good.
As Steve adjusted to his girth, Billy moaned deep within his chest as he felt himself loosen around him. Then Billy picked up the pace, Steve felt the intensity building again low in his groin, his cock bobbing between his legs, still just as hard and begging to come.
“Oh fuck,” Steve moaned, one hand reaching back behind him to grab onto one of Billy’s wrists as he set the pace. His face now against the fabric of the seat, every pump of Billy’s hips bouncing against him made the fabric rub against his skin uncomfortably.
Billy would roll his hips deep, pulling back slowly then snapping in hard. His cock curving with every slant of his hips, angling perfectly to hit the sweet spot inside Steve—turning it into pure bliss. Steve didn't notice the tears falling down his face until he realised the fabric was wet under his cheek. He moaned, gasping, feeling Billy rocking into him. The sound of skin slapping, the thunder roaring and rain pelting down around them. It was euphoric, and Nancy was the last thing on his mind.
Billy was making him feel so good. Billy’s hands gripped Steve’s hips tight, his fingers digging into his hip bones in such a way Steve hoped would leave bruises.
When Billy’s dick left him, it caught him by surprise. Steve lifted his head in an attempt to turn and whine, ask why’d you stop but Billy answered his question by flipping him onto his back. Billy did it with ease, all crammed into the back seat. He’s probably done it before. Steve squashed that thought down.
Steve was staring up at him, he could just make out his features, and fuck. Billy was prettier than any girl he’d ever seen. Thick dark lashes under even darker eyebrows. Ocean blue eyes that if he stared too long at, made Steve feel like he was drowning. His lips, a perfect shape. Billy was drop dead gorgeous. Steve didn't really appreciate it until now and his chest began to tighten.
He bit his lip, watching as Billy hauled Steve closer to his waist by his legs. He slowly brang one of his knees up to his shoulder, kissing the inner part of his thigh as he leant down and planted his lips back onto Steve’s. The gesture was sweet, he didn't see it coming. He felt Billy line his cock up again and drive it straight back inside. He made no effort to go slow and began to roll his hips deep inside Steve once more. Billy groaned against his lips and Steve breathed him in.
Steve wrapped his arms around the back of Billy’s neck as they broke apart from the kiss. He stared up at him, watching as Billy’s face contorted with pleasure—his necklace dangling down and lightly bumping him on the chin every so often.
Steve felt the pleasure building, Billy’s cock pistoning inside him hitting that spot that sent sparks of pleasure up his spine again and again and again.
“Billy,” Steve moaned breathlessly. “I’m, ah-”
This seemed to only make Billy more determined, with a growl low in his chest he kept up the pace, snaking a hand to the side of Steve’s cheek that now displayed a red raw bruise forming. Billy thumbed at his cheek as he rested his forehead against Steve’s, cock pumping so perfect inside him.
One of Steve’s hands reached down between them, finding his own hard cock, hot and leaking. He began to pump his fist over it as Billy peppered kisses to his lips and cheek.
“Gonna make you come so hard,” Billy said in a low tone. “Gonna.. fuck, gonna make you remember me for days after this.”
“Mmm,” is all Steve could muster, feeling his own orgasm rising and rising. “Don't wanna forget.”=
“You won’t be able to fucking walk.”
Steve’s cock twitched.
“Gonna tell everyone I fucked you. I fucked Steve Harrington.”
Steve arched his back, palming a fistful of Billy’s hair at the base of his neck with his free hand. “Oh fuck, Billy-”
“I’m gonna tell them the King likes dick,” Billy moaned, “my dick.” His hips slamming deep, making a point as Steve fisted his own dick faster. Steve felt Billy’s thumb brush away a tear, but he couldn't focus on it, because Billy’s dick was hitting that one spot and it was all too much.
“Gonna tell Nancy you’re mine.”
Steve came with a loud moan, ropes of white come spurting again and again in between his and Billy’s stomachs. His orgasm rocked his body, rushing pleasure from his groin—down his shaft and through the tip of his cock. Billy let out a growl, hips sputtering as he came inside him. Steve could feel Billy’s cock pulsing deep, filling his ass with come. It was perfect, Steve lay there panting as Billy collapsed between his legs—laying chest to chest in fucked out bliss.
For a few moments, Steve was euphoric. The rain beating down around the car mixed with a hot and breathless Billy Hargrove on top of him kept him in a dream-like state as he rode out the waves of pleasure. Coming down from his high, he realised his arm was wrapped tightly around Billy’s neck. Both his legs wrapped around Billy’s waist as Billy caught his breath. His face buried into Steve’s neck, softening cock still inside him.
Billy slowly, with a grunt, moved to pull himself up and out of him. Steve felt the rush of cooler air flood between their bodies and it slightly snapped him out of the fog. He moved to sit up in the seat, feeling his arms and leg noticeably shaking. Billy was already putting on his underwear and pants as he sat back in the chair. Steve slowly slid on his underwear and pants, fiddling with his shirt. Hesitating, he turned to look at Billy who was already quietly watching him.
“You’re not really gonna.. ya know..,” Steve said in a shy voice. Billy smirked, tilting his head. “What?”
Steve sighed. “You know, tell anyone..”
Billy leaned closer, putting an arm around the back of the head rest—fingers drawing circles on Steve’s shoulder.
“No, pretty boy. I’m not going to tell anyone.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s sore, swollen cheek. Steve visibly flinched from the pain, but his stomach soared.
“Although,” Billy began. “That bitch girlfriend of yours doesn't deserve you.”
Nancy. Fuck. Steve leaned forward, placing his shirt in his lap as he rubbed both his hands over his eyes. He wasn't going to cry again, but fuck he felt like it. “I’m such a fucking idiot.” He whined.
“I’m not one to pry, and if I’m honest—I don't really give a shit. But did you two break up or something?” Billy’s arm was gone as he stretched out against the chair.
Steve groaned, feeling the alcohol still there in his system but he’d definitely sobered up by now.
“No. No? I actually don't know,” Steve scrubbed his hands over his face. “She said we we’re bullshit. That I’m bullshit.” He said it out loud and realised just how hurt he was all over again.
He turned to face Billy, palming his shirt in his hands and began to tell him what happened—aside from the whole Barb thing. Billy’s eyes were kind. His features were soft, not like the confident, intimidating mask he usually bestows upon himself. He was listening intently as Steve spoke, like he was feeling the words he said. Billy’s breathing was calm, his necklace glinting in the light every inhale of his chest. It was distracting, but Steve couldn't keep his eyes off Billy’s.
Panic began to creep its way in as Steve rambled away. He was telling him too much, he was saying too much about himself. Steve didn't even know Billy. Didn't know a thing about him, and here he is. Spilling everything out about himself and Nancy, after he just got fucked in the back if his Camaro.
Oh no.
It was coming up fast, he was unknowingly sweating, suddenly feeling hot and so dizzy.
He lunged across a stunned Billy as he unlocked the passenger side door that he climbed in from, fumbling with the door handle as bile rose up in his throat.
He barely made it out into the rain as he vomited all over the road. The cold water dripped down his back as he heaved. Billy was crawling out from behind him, shucking a jacket over his shoulders. Steve could feel the tears falling from his eyes as the last dry reach came to an end. He shivered, standing up right as Billy turned him around and let his eyes wander over him. Steve stared back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. He probably looked and smelled disgusting.
Billy’s eyes were still soft, even under the rain as his blonde curls sagged around his face in stringy lines caused by the rain. He was so beautiful.
“You think you’re gonna do any more?” Billy spoke gently.
Steve shook his head. Shrugging, feeling increasingly sorry for himself.
“Get in.” Billy gently guided him to the passenger seat and shut the door behind him.
Steve settled in the seat, wrapping his arms around himself under the jacket that Billy gave him. It was Billy’s jacket, it smelled like his cologne. He watched as Billy promptly opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. He reached back, finding Steve’s shirt and throwing it onto Steve’s lap.
“I’ll take you home.” Billy said plainly.
Steve could still feel the panic, the alcohol, the hurt. All the pain from his face. His sticky underwear was making him uncomfortable but the reminder of what that was nearly made his cock hard again. He shoved his shirt back on, along with the jacket that Billy gave him around his shoulders.
He was truly a mess.
They drove home in silence. The rain never let up, but the thunder had ceased. Steve was undeniably exhausted. He rested his forehead against the glass of the window, letting the cool touch soothe his head. It helped a little bit.
Steve noticed he didn't even need to give Billy directions. He wasn't surprised, he’s had parties at his house before. He figured Billy just remembered the way. He was kind of grateful. For all the talking he's done tonight, he doesn't want to have to do anymore.
Billy pulled into his driveway, keeping the engine running. Steve sat up from leaning against the window. He went to shrug off Billy’s jacket when his voice cut him off. “Keep it,” Billy planted a hand on Steve’s shoulder in a friendly manner. Steve beamed at the touch, nodding appreciatively. He made eyes at the back seat, having forgotten about his own jacket. He sighed, not caring about it right now. Maybe Billy will give it back to him when he returns his.
“I’ll return it to you on Monday.”
Billy flashed his gorgeous smile at him, his eyes squinting at the corners. “Sounds good to me, Harrington.”
Steve couldn't help but smile back. “See you then, Hargrove.”
They stared at each other a moment longer, after Billy took his arm back. Steve gave him a small nod then climbed out of his Camaro and into the rain. The small walk to the front porch re-wet him all over again as he hurriedly made his way under the cover of the front door. Billy’s Camaro rumbled in the rain, never moving until Steve unlocked his front door and shut it behind him.
When Steve finally got inside he heard Billy pull out of the driveway—the rumble of his engine fading down the street. He leaned against the door. Letting out a huge sigh as he collapsed against the floor. Lulling his head against the wood. He tugged off Billy’s jacket, looking at it in the darkness of his living room. He brang it to his nose, inhaling slowly. Billy.
Nancy.
He groaned, shutting his eyes as flash images of her face flickered through his mind. Her sad eyes, her hurtful words. Her brown hair and small frame. She was pretty and he has royally fucked everything up.
But Billy. Billy.
He really looked forward to Monday.