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“I just don’t see why you go to all of the trouble.”
Dustin leans into the counter, notebook flipped open at an angle so he can pretend to write in it. Claudia allowed him to come over on the condition that Steve makes sure he gets his calculus homework done, and he plans to keep his promise.
Even if every time he taps Dustin’s textbook, he merely gets an eye roll in response.
“It’s no trouble,” Steve says. Ladles some pancake mix onto the griddle and lets it sizzle for a few moments. “I like doing things like this.”
“I’m just saying, when does he ever do stuff like this for you? I’ve never even seen him make you a cup of coffee.”
“I don’t like coffee.”
“That’s not my point.”
Dustin gives him a pensive look, and Steve just shakes his head. Elects to ignore when Dustin shoves his books further down the counter away from him.
“Whatever. I don’t need to justify making breakfast for my boyfriend,” Steve huffs.
He flips the pancake. Dustin glares at him.
“Don’t whatever me.” Dustin’s pencil gets tossed on the open notebook and he crosses his arms. “I’d expect you to tell me if my relationship was going nowhere. I’m just showing you the same courtesy.”
For a moment, the only sound in the kitchen is the sizzle of batter. Steve snorts. Shoves the spatula under the pancake and slides it on top of the growing stack to his side, ladling more mix onto the griddle afterward.
“I appreciate the sentiment, but Bill and I are fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Well, considering I bought a ring last week, I might even go as far as saying things are good.”
Dustin’s face practically explodes out of his head. He glances back and forth from Steve to the bedroom door behind him before leaning closer.
“Seriously?” he whispers.
“Yeah.” Steve flips the newly-forming pancake. “That’s kinda why I asked you over on such short notice, I wanted to see if you’d have any ideas on how to propose.”
“Seriously?”
Steve sputters out a laugh.
“Fuck no,” he says. “I just wanted to let you know before I went ahead and did it. Figured that’d be best, y’know, since you shit your pants when I didn’t immediately tell you when Bill and I first got together.”
“But you’re serious about proposing, though?”
The last pancake is set on top of the stack, and Steve shuts the griddle off.
“Sure. I’ve always wanted to be a husband.”
“Well, it sure doesn’t sound like you’re serious,” Dustin mumbles.
Steve smacks his arm with the flat of the spatula, earning a hiss as Dustin scrubs the oil away from his skin and onto his shirt.
“Keep it up with the bad attitude and I won’t ask you to be my best man.”
A smile finds its way onto Steve’s face, but the thought itself makes him feel a little more like frowning.
There’s not going to be a wedding. Obviously.
Dustin still looks offended at the statement. Steve doesn’t feel like explaining to him why it doesn’t matter either way.
“I’m just saying,” Dustin begins. He furrows his brows and stares Steve down while he begins to chop strawberries. “Are you sure this is an I’m in love thing and not just an any excuse to get hitched thing?”
Steve has wondered the same thing himself, but his question has been closer to is this another Nancy thing than anything else. He sees when he looks into Dustin’s eyes that that’s the next question he’ll ask, too.
He might be offended if he hadn’t considered it so much already.
“I love him.”
“Clearly, because all you do is dote over him for nothing in return.”
Steve tsks.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yeah, Harrington? Every time I come over, I see you being all lovey dovey while he just stands there. You’re like the overbearing housewife to the husband that has no personality other than being useless.”
Like the Wheelers goes unsaid, but Steve hears it all the same. He shakes his head. Huffs a laugh and shakes his head again.
“He knows that you don’t like him,” Steve says, quietly as though he’s in church. “He knows you don’t like that I’m with him, so when you’re around, he doesn’t kiss or hug me back like he usually does.”
That stumps Dustin. His face is blank for a moment, and Steve returns his attention to the cutting board. Chops the strawberries into fourths how he knows his partner likes.
Dustin slumps in his seat.
“Am I an asshole?” he asks no one in particular.
“No,” Steve says anyway. “It’s really hard to change your perception of someone when you already have an idea of them in your head. I know that better than anyone.”
The strawberries, sliced and free of their stems, get scattered over the stack of still-steaming pancakes. Steve reaches for the syrup next and douses the whole thing.
“I do kind of expect you to try, though,” he adds.
Dustin nods, slowly and only once. Like the task is too daunting for him to commit to.
“Am I still invited to the wedding?”
“Yeah, bud, you’re still invited.” Stave man’s the can of whipped cream and gives it a shake. “You got demoted, though. Robin’s gonna be my maid of honor.”
“I thought only the brides could have those.”
“Well, there’s no bride, so someone has to have a maid of honor.”
Dustin snickers, watching as the whipped cream swirls into a lopsided mountain on top of the pancakes.
“Does that mean you’re gonna wear the dress? And throw the bouquet?”
“No, Bill’s gonna do that stuff. I don’t have the figure for it.”
“I’m gonna do what now?”
From the now open doorway behind Steve, a mass of shadow emerges like a freshly-woken grizzly from the mouth of a cave. Billy yawns and pads into the kitchen, eyes bleary from sleep, and stops just short of a foot away.
Normally he’d drape himself over the brunet from behind, but even in his sleepy haze, he doesn’t so much as touch.
“You’re gonna eat this breakfast that I made for you,” Steve says.
He slides the finished plate over on the counter so that it’s right in front of Billy, and he stares down at it for a second before he sighs.
“Oh.” A lazy smile spreads on his face after a moment. “Thanks, Stevie.”
“You’re welcome.”
Billy picks a slice of strawberry and pops it in his mouth, not paying Steve any mind when he brushes his hair away from his shoulder. The loose collar of his shirt reveals the edges of a bite mark, red and stamped into his skin like a brand. Steve adjusts his collar so that it’s hidden before he presses a kiss to his shoulder.
“You wanna share?” Billy asks through a full mouth.
He tucks his fork into the stack and Steve chuckles at the size of it. Laces his arms around Billy’s waist and presses flush against him.
“No, baby, it’s all yours.”
On the other side of the table, Dustin has returned to pretending to do his calculus. Steve eyes him for a moment, surprised that for once, when he looks at them, there isn’t a glare on his face.
Billy must notice it too, because he leans his weight back against Steve.
“You spoil me, Harrington,” Billy muses. “Dunno what I do to deserve it.”
They’ve had a great many conversations about Billy’s self worth. This doesn’t strike the same as when he used to push Steve away, when he used to sabotage himself any time there was a looming threat of happiness around the corner.
Steve can tell by the way that he smiles when he says it, he’s not opposed to happiness.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Steve wonders aloud. Sets his chin on Billy’s shoulder and sighs dramatically. “You’re an angel, obviously. My perfect pookie baby num-nums, and I’d be purposeless if I didn’t give you the princess treatment constantly.”
Billy snorts. Steve grins as he presses a kiss to his jaw.
“God, the shit you say sometimes,” Billy teases.
“Oh, man, you’re one to talk.“
“What do I ever do to you, Harrington?”
He clicks his tongue, all but purrs when Steve gets a frustrated look on his face.
“You walk around looking like you know that you’re hot shit and that I’m obsessed with you. Because I am obsessed with you, you know.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Billy tilts their heads together. Intertwines their fingers with his free hand. “Just ‘cause I’m pretty, huh?”
They’ve played this game before, and luckily this time around, Steve knows the right answers.
He curls around Billy and squeezes him. Brushes his lips over the concealed bite mark, gentle enough to not irritate, but with enough pressure to remind the blond of its presence.
“Yeah. Definitely not because you’re smart and kind or ‘cause you make me laugh. I’m just in it for your looks.” Steve chews his lip when Billy snickers. “You don’t know what you put me through on a day-to-day basis, blondie. I’d level mountain ranges just to get you a bag of your favorite beef jerky from the corner store.”
Billy hums. Spears another section of pancake on the end of his fork, catching a strawberry on the prongs. He toys with one of Steve’s fingers almost subconsciously.
“Do we have any jerky?”
“Mhm, picked some up this morning after I grabbed Henderson.”
The blond chuckles. Turns so that he can kiss Steve’s temple.
“You really do love me.”
Steve gets this huge, dopey, lovestruck smile on his face, and he clears his throat when he catches Dustin looking at him again. Decides that maybe he’ll give the big brother routine a rest for today and not scold him for not doing his homework.
They can schmooze Claudia later with vegetables from the garden or something.
Most of the guests have left by now, and the ones that remain will let themselves out shortly, so Steve glances over at his boyfriend who’s rinsing out his beer cans at the kitchen sink. He's still wearing his party hat and looks so sweet like that, with a soft smile on his face as he rinses another can, and Steve can’t help himself.
He goes over and wraps his arms around Billy from behind, presses the blond against the counter and presses a kiss to the back of his neck, softly asking, “Did you have fun?”
Billy leans back against him and nods, sets the can aside as he tilts his head over a little to allow Steve more room to kiss and claim, “Yeah, it was nice,” he hums, “Thanks for…y’know, setting it up.”
“Heather and Chrissy did most of the planning,” Steve replies, parting his lips to press open-mouth kisses against Billy’s skin, tasting the cologne there, “But it was fun to host.”
Billy nods in agreement, because while their apartment in Chicago is small, having friends new and old stuffed into it for an evening to celebrate his boyfriend had been just what Billy needed. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he saw his boyfriend so happy during his birthday party - he used to hate them, up until two years ago, when Steve had begun to celebrate them with him.
“Guess I’ll buy the girls some flowers tomorrow and drop them off at their place,” Billy murmurs as he turns his head, their eyes finally catching, and Steve sees the embers of arousal in those blue eyes. The kisses are working in his favour.
“That’s a nice idea,” Steve hums, sliding a hand down Billy’s stomach and lower to his jeans, giving Billy’s dick a squeeze through the rough denim and smiling as his boyfriend squirms a little with a huff.
“Jesus, Steve,” Billy chuckles softly, breathlessly, but he doesn’t tell Steve to stop and he looks like he doesn’t want him to, either.
“C’mon,” Steve says as he pulls away and grabs Billy’s hand, drags him down the hall towards their bedroom where he hooks his fingers into the top of Billy’s jeans at the doorway, brushing the back of his fingers against the trail of hair there.
Billy closes the door behind them and Steve pulls him in again, seeks out those full lips in the low lighting, and hums once their mouths meet for a deep kiss. He feels Billy’s arms around his waist, pulling them together, and he holds his boyfriend close as their tongues slide slow and hot, pulling soft moans from each other.
He puts his hands in Billy’s hair and feels the string of the party hat, which makes him laugh into the other's mouth. The blond pulls away with a curious expression, but his furrowed brow gives way to a matching grin when Steve jerks off the dumb party hat on top of his head.
“You’re such a fucking dork,” Billy chuckles as he reaches up to pull the green party hat off his head and tosses it aside.
“Mm, yet you were the one wearing it,” Steve smirks as he turns them and pushes Billy onto the bed, taking off his shirt as his boyfriend does the same, both revealing scarred skin and softened bodies.
Steve makes a playful little show of slowly taking off his jeans, moving his hips side to side with a dumb smile on his face, because it makes Billy laugh as he demands, “Get over here.”
Doing as he’s told, Steve pushes his jeans and underwear down before crawling onto their bed, settling between Billy’s legs happily when his boyfriend seeks out his mouth again, lips reconnecting as their hands wander and grip and hold. It’s tender and sweet, full of that usual passion they first felt all those years ago, and Steve’s chest feels so full of affection.
“So sweet for me. You’re my baby, hm?” He mumbles as he presses kisses down Billy’s jaw and neck, smiling as he feels Billy nod with a hummed ‘mhm’ of agreement. In the privacy of their bedroom, Billy lets Steve coddle him like this, lets himself be sweet and gentle, and Steve loves it.
He gives Billy another kiss before moving down his body, kissing scars and skin, biting down on hipbones and inner thighs just to hear the way Billy’s breath stutters. He feels fingers in his hair, petting and smoothing as he works Billy’s jeans open and down before fitting the slick head of Billy’s dick into his mouth with a sigh.
He’s messy with it, sucks and slurps as Billy moans and watches him, their gaze meeting in the dim light as Steve works his mouth up and down. It’s romantic, if a blowjob could be that, because Billy cups his cheek and Steve leans into it, nuzzling into the touch as he pulls off to whisper, “Lube?”
Billy grabs the bottle from the bedside table while Steve pulls his boyfriend’s jeans off the rest of the way, smirking as he says, “It’s not gay if we keep our socks on, right?”
He loves the way Billy still huffs a bit of laughter at the joke, even after so long of hearing it, but the blond nods with a knowing look as he hands Steve the bottle of lube, “Just don’t hold my hand and it won’t be gay.”
“Got it,” Steve grins as he slicks his fingers and shifts his way back up, feeling Billy grab his jaw to pull him into another kiss as Steve's fingers disappear between them.
And it’s always a sight to see when his strong, tough boyfriend softens every time he ghosts his fingers over Billy’s hole, how he goes sweet like a lamb as Steve plays with him there, until he’s sucking on his tongue and whispering politely for more.
Billy’s face goes pink by the time Steve slides the first finger inside, moaning quietly into Steve’s mouth once he feels the press of a second finger at his rim, stretching him slowly and purposefully.
But it’s the soft little sounds Billy pants into Steve’s neck when he’s stretched around three of his fingers, fitting so snug and perfect, curling inside him just enough to push moans deep from his chest, that Steve adores.
“Steve, stop—‘m gonna cum, stop,” Billy breathes out in a rush, clenching so tight around his fingers and his stomach is tensing so Steve pulls his fingers out and kisses at his boyfriend’s parted lips sweetly.
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” he murmurs, “You okay?”
Billy nods and wraps his legs around his boyfriend’s waist, wants to keep him close as he says quietly, “Yeah, ‘m okay. Just kiss me for a bit.”
And Steve does, slowly. He presses his weight down onto Billy and they kiss deeply, their racing hearts starting to slow as they remind themselves to do the same. There’s no need to rush, there’s nothing that needs their attention more than they do right now.
When Billy rocks his hips up, grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he knows Billy wants more.
“You good, baby?” Steve murmurs as he kisses across Billy’s cheek and towards his ear, “You want me to fuck you now, hm?”
“Yeah, want it,” Billy whispers, his tone a touch desperate, “Please.”
“You don’t gotta beg, honey,” Steve promises softly, “You can have whatever you want.”
“Want you,” Billy says with a pout, Steve can hear it in his voice.
“You got me,” he hums, “Just a sec, okay?”
Billy nods, all sweet and quiet, and watches him as Steve sits up to grab the lube again. Sitting back and slicking himself up, Steve can’t help but to admire his boyfriend, smiles down at him when Billy gives him one first.
“You have the dumbest smile on your face right now,” Billy mumbles with a tiny smirk, his tone teasing and playful but his eyes are soft with affection.
And because Steve is lame, he says, “So do you,” while he slicks up his cock, strokes it a little too long for Billy’s liking because the blond smacks his thigh for it, impatient as always.
“Okay, okay,” Steve chuckles as he crawls over Billy again, feels the back of those strong thighs against his hips as he lines himself up and presses in, slowly, so he can watch Billy’s face the entire time.
The cute little furrow between his brow, the way his eyes go a little unfocused, how his hands find Steve’s arms and grab him there, steadying himself as he feels his boyfriend sink into him. Billy is perfect, warm and tight, and takes him so beautifully.
His hand finds Billy’s and interlaces their fingers, presses them to the bed as he moves inside his boyfriend lazily, slowly.
And Billy smirks under him, playfully mutters, “You made it gay.”
Steve huffs a soft laugh at that, hums, “My bad,” but he’s not sorry at all.
Not when Billy squeezes his hand in return and quietly begs, ‘harder’.
Maybe there’s something to be said about the way they make love, on Billy’s birthday, but Steve can’t find the words. He never can, not when he’s drowning in the emotions that come with being like this - being in love.
Instead, he fucks into Billy just how the blond wants, slow and then fast and slow again, pressing deep and grinding, flipping them over so Billy can set the pace - but Steve cums suddenly and way too fast, which should be embarrassing, but they’re well passed that now.
It happens and they make do. Steve pulls his boyfriend on top of him and they make out while he slips his fingers inside of Billy again, lets the blond pant into his mouth and plays with him until he cums with a curse.
And they’re insatiable tonight. They should sleep, should wind down and clean up and cuddle, but Billy flips him over and reaches for the lube instead.
Before long, Steve’s gripping the pillow under him and drooling onto it as Billy’s fingers stretch him open, too.
Time blurs, muscles ache, lips are swollen from suckling kisses. They take breaks and breathers, cuddling and touching idly, talking and laughing, making sure they’re comfortable before going again.
By the time the sun is coming up, they’re tangled together and still touching, dragging fingertips across skin and lips and Billy’s falling asleep, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as Steve watches him with a tired smile.
“It’s almost time to get up and have breakfast,” he teases quietly, because he knows neither of them work tomorrow so they can sleep in as late as they want, but he has something important to ask.
“Mm, shut up,” Billy mumbles in his half-asleep state, cuddling in closer to his boyfriend, still so sweet and all Steve's.
He can't help it. He says, “Happy birthday,” one last time with a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, smiling as he hears a tiny ‘thank you’ before Billy’s out, snoring into his neck. Which is fine, because Billy's had a long day and night, he deserves to rest.
The ring in the closet can wait for the morning, Steve supposes.
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