IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE I SKATE BY .

@tiimedtm said: ‘ friends don’t lie . ’

There’s silence from Billy– mind running a million miles per hour, trying to form words, to form anything besides his usual anger. But he want so badly to punch something– to show anger and violence. It’s nothing unusual, it’s not like Jason hasn’t seen it all before. “Maybe you’re not my fucking friend then.” Emotionless in the way it’s delivered but Billy is also digging nails into the palm of his hand. It’s too dangerous to care about Jason like he does, too dangerous to show that he actually fucking cares because caring is what leads to emotions and emotions are useless when you’re a ticking time bomb of violence and anger.

FOR A MOMENT JASON WANTS TO PRETEND HE’S NOT HURT, but he is so unlike billy . he can’t shut his emotions off, he can’t pretend it’s fine and move on. it just so happens to hurt him bad. not the first time it would happen, not the fucking last. he sucks in a breath and jason already has tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

THERE’S SOMETHING PARTICULARY NICE ABOUT CALIFORNIAN NIGHTS. 

or mornings really , anything past eleven is practically morning . 

AND HE’S OUT OF HIS ASS DRUNK , it’s so unusual for him to get this fucking hammered , yet and yet he was having the time of his life . GIGGLING AND HEAD MOVING ALONG WHEN THEY BOTH excited the venue , the humid air hits him and it warms him . hazel eyes closed as he keep singing, mumbling along the songs to the shitty band they’ve just seen , head leans on the other. LASHES FLUTTER CLOSE as he hums , smile bright . SEARCHING FOR THE CAR YET WITH NO REAL INTENTION OF HEADING HOME . hands accidentally brush that of his best friend’s , yet he tries to pay no mind to it . 

lips part as he gazes up at the sky as he follows billy , and he knows something id off because every now and then something is off with billy so they get drunk and for a while forget that life isn’t shit and that they have each other . SO HE LEANS HEAVILY ON THE DOOR OF THE CAR , waiting for billy to open it that he crosses his arms and hopes to spark conversation over the most mundane thing . 

             “ GEE , thanks , jase . you really know how to make me feel special . ” shaking hands run over tired features , the weight of the last few days finally come to weigh fully ‘pon his aching shoulders . jesus FUCKING christ , couldn’t he ever catch a break ? a year where he DIDN’T think he’d DIE . there was no intention to SNAP at the other , lips almost immediately twitching upward into an apologetic smile ; wordless apology as eyes take in the SPACE so hastily put between them . chest heaves , a world - weary sigh escaping him as he leans heavily against the doorway . “ i know  , i’m sorry … but HEY , now i can tell people i infiltrated a secret russian base ? ” BAD JOKE . steve winces , hand rubbing at the back of his neck . 

HEAD TILTS SLIGHTLY , he leans agains the counter , careful not to let his rollerskates slide beneath him . HE’S HIGH AS FUCK , probably shouldn’t be . now that he thinks about it . 

                          touch              /              palm         pressed          against        his         back,        shoulders     roll          back             as            he           smiles            /              eyes          close        ,            grinning        at           his             words               /              hes          hungry         ,             desperate           for            his          touch            and          that          unleashes          a          desire           /             he          knows          how          to          push           his         buttons          /          such          a         soft             cry             for          his           touch             ❝        has            anyone         ever            told          you          that          your      quite          exotic,        ❞              /         hips         buck        ,          a            brush            against          his           groin.             head            curves       ,       a        tilt         as          lips         form         the       letter        ‘o’                /              impatient           . .        he         can’t            help             but              find           this             as          a           compliment.             /            he          wants       you          /           pushing            up          ,          he              stares           at         him        ,         laid           out            on           his                 hood             /              ❝         damn,       ❞              hands          lunge,           roughly          removing          his           jeans             /         a          tug          ,          he            lets         it            hang        off         one           leg.

                          he            can            see           it             /           the        fabric          that        grows         tight          with          anticipation            /           hands          run          over            ,           a           squeeze          as          fingers             work          over            a            private           member             /             one             that          he         could           use          to           make          him          squeal            /           bend       to         his           will          as           his          other            hand          wraps         around          his         leg          /           head         lowers        ,           kissing          his           inner             thigh              /            he’s             prepared          to          make          the        other            cry          from             pleasure.             /               billy           ,           billy              . .         he            won’t       be          able       to           speak           tomorrow.

IT’S AMUSING HOW EASY IT IS FOR JASON TO MELT UNDERNEATH BILLY , head carefully thrown back against the metal surface . there’s an underlying need for him . to be touched and wanted and even better if it’s billy . he flushes gently at billy’s words , flustered , for a moment shy. NO ONE’S CALLED HIM EXOTIC  “...stop it.” voice soft when said but he DOESN’T WANT THE COMPLIMENTS TO STOP , for once they feel deserved, meaningful  . and in a sense billy is visually stunning , angelic , like a dream . JASON FEARS IT’S A DREAM , distant , far away from him . like it’ll vanish any second . he bites his bottom lip , soft giggle leaves his lips before his jeans are taken away . his chest flutters , warm all over . BILLY THINKS HE’S HOT . and god those that make his head spin . his eyes close , and behind them his head replays the look on billy’s face , his smile . it’s everything . dear god it’s everything . 

                        tiny           scratch,             leg      twitches           /               its           enough           that           he            has            him            backed             against            the          car          /          a           sweltering        heat         beneath              the             belt           ❝        don’t           hold           anything           in,       ❞           tongue            drags          across           his       lower         lip         /           shirt            finally         over          the       others          head          /          right         on        top            of        his         car.                /          a           lean         ,           a       slight          grind              as         his         body        pins           against          him.               /           hands        run         once         more              across          his        skin      ,         before       he         started         to       kiss        his       skin            /           a            little          mark         down          the         side           /            fingers        grab       his        sides            /                he         wants             to          hear         him         /            he       wants       to          make       him         shout          his             name            /           let            the          woods          know           /           let         the        bark         absorb          its           cry.

                       his              world           becomes            a        blur           /         sweet           flesh        touching          his        skin           /           he         wants        to         discover            all          of            it           /           he       lifts           him             up           and       keeps        his       legs         tucked       into        his         waist.         /        he          marches         ,         right        to       the       front         of           his            car           /          he     lays         him         down          /        a           tower           above           ,         his          chest           rises          as          he        reaches        for          his      pants           /          belt          unravels           ❝         tell        me        again    ,          how      much     do       you      want       me.    ❞              he         falls        forward      slightly         /            hand        pressed         against           cold          metal     ,       right         beside         his         head.          blue            orbs        ,      a         hunger         /          a          low             growl         almost           as         fair        skin       would        meet           rough           ones           ,          soon          to           be           set       ablaze.

HE DOESN’T NEED TO ASK HIM TO NOT HOLD ANYTHING BACK , as much as jason would like to not expose himself , his breath and voice betrays him , even more so when it’s billy whose rolling his hips into him , whose touching him everywhere , touch electric filled with tiny charges of something he can’t quite place . MOUTH OPENS , soft whine leaves him, and his head tilts back , leaning into the touch . his kisses left him shuddering slightly . it’s HOT HOT HOT , the mark left on him irradiates pleasure deep and warm . EYES CLOSE FOR A MOMENT , then ! he’s lifted up , a gasp , an arm is quick to wrap around his neck , free palm resting against his chest . 

the cool metal contrasts harshly by how warm jason is , he usually doesn’t like being crowded but in the moment there isn’t anywhere he’d rather be . HIS GAZE SETTLES ON BILLY teeth catching his own bottom lip as he grows closer . ON INSTICT he parts his legs , letting billy have room to do whatever he wants . HIS BREATH CATCHES as billy talks . HE’S LOOKING AT HIM A CERTAIN WAY AND IT’S SUCH A TURN ON , jason’s arm slides underneath billy’s , palm pressing into his back , his other hand gently on the side of his neck  . thumb brushing gently .  there’s a certain desperation in his eyes , a want . DARING TO MEET THE HUNGER IN BILLY’S EYES .

                          i            want              you              billy       ,             that             had            a          nice        ring          to            it         /              he          can’t            hold           back           the         smile             thats           pressed            against           jasons          skin              /            his         ego           screams           as            he          moves           his             head        back ,           fingers            curled          in           his             hair         ,          a          nice        hold           /              his       own          fingers        following            the          seam         as           he       looks        back         at            him          ❝        everything’s           going          to           take          a           while,            can       you         handle          that?      ❞           a          tease.              all          of           this          ?          there              is          just          yellow            tape       all         over         it           /           the         back         of         his         mind          ,            far            from             his           fathers          words             /              oh          how           his            old           man             would        send        him          into            next              week,           if          he       knew.                  ❝         i           hope        you        have       the        endurance,       ❞          a             lean        forward,        a        whisper         so         delicate          and          agonizing           as         he          removes         leather.         he       finally           makes            his         move          ,           pulling          the          other           towards          the         car        ,         a          switch            /           pressing             him         back           against         the            car.        exposed           skin          becomes            nothing            more           than           just         bare           /          he           bunches        the          meek            voice          that         would         sound            gasp          his       name   /           slithering        hands         beneath               /             these          meetings           are           more            than           what            he           needs.           /            was          this           a           conquest          ?            in         a        way,        but            far            from        nothing.             billy           wouldn’t           even            bother             this           far             to          meet           him            if           something          was          there            /               but            what          ?              he’d             figure             it              out            but          for         now     /            showtime.

FOR A MOMENT IT FEELS LIKE AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE , like he’s seeing himself from the outsidr , billy wrapped neatly around him . feeling the smile cool against hot skin , eyes blue meet hazel and holy shit he’s like a dream . A FAR DISTANT DREAM , that’s very much real -- you smile , gently , excitedly . HE TALKS , he asks , as a guy with no perspective or sense of time he agrees , he’ll handle it . JASON NODS , hands gently scratching the other’s head . 

                trippy did like jason a lot. he seemed to immediately escape him for who he was. many people saw him as a complete burnout. someone who may have smoked too much weed or even dropped too much acid. he didn’t immediately call him a flamer for his love of flowers or the damn color pink. jason always accepted him for who he was. of course, trip was going to feel something for the taller dude.

                   he can immediately feel his ears start to burn whenever the other’s hand brushes against his own, their fingers entwining. “yeah, dude?” he’ll look up at the other, curls falling into his face as a grin spreads across his lips. 

OH HE’S TALKING TO HIM , his hazel eyes meet his and he takes moment , scared , worried , soothed over by the grin in trippy’s face , gaze turns gentle , making the both of them stop . he opens his mouth to speak and he blushes . 

          “ you think i WANT to ? ” a heavy sigh escapes his lips , eyes cast to the ground as if not LOOKING at him would help him ! JESUS , he didn’t wanna go save the kids asses anymore than the next man … but they were KIDS , the kids he’s in CHARGE OF , he had to . bat is held firmly in his hand , slung casually over his shoulder despite the HEAVY feeling in the air between them . “ it’s not like i’m gonna DIE , dude , i’m a CERTIFIED monster hunter at this point. ” 

(    *    & .  @tiimedtm sent please don’t do this. miscellaneous angst starters.  / ACCEPTING !

IT’S A LITTLE TOO MUCH , considering for a moment , the possibility that steve might actually go ahead and get himself kid by a fucking monster out of all things , and honest to god it freaks him out , it freaks him out badly . JASON IS VISIBLY CONCERNED , a boy with his emotions on his sleeves . god he’s acting dumb . SO DUMB , LIKE A WORRIED ... GIRLFRIEND or something dumb . he tilts his head , exasperated . 

                          hes             still             talking               /            that            would              change             soon           enough                  as              hands         maneuver           from           his            hips          to          his         back.           /              fingers            inch          lower          ,          a             squeeze           /            a         grip          that          jolts           him           forward               even            more            as             he          pushes         off            ❝          don’t          be            afraid            to         touch          a          little          bit          —       i       didn’t          leave       my         shirt           half         way         open            just          to          breathe,          ❞                orbs            smile            as              he         leans          downward            /           so         close           ,        his          lips             hover          over        his          collar         ,         his         breath            is         hot          /           a        collar        bone         kiss            ,            a           nip.               /              ❝           what          do        you         want,           tell          me.         ❞  

JASON gasps softly , he’s pulled but the squeeze , oh it makes him melt into billy . he can’t believe it’s gone to this point , where he seeks billy in ways he never thought he would . breath catches in his throat , eyes close . BLUSHING HARD AS HE’S TOLD THAT HE’S ABLE TO TOUCH , his head goes dizzy . he’s close and he smells so nice ... it’s confusing in a way , how easy it all seems to be , letting him be touched and touching him back , hands ghost gently over exposed skin , as he hold on by the edge of his shirt , a hand finding it’s way to the edge of his hair ... tangling fingers in blond curls . A QUIET GROAN LEAVES HIS LIPS , when he nips at his collar bone . it’s stupid , it’s all too stupid how easily flustered he is . then a voice next to him , and he almost shivers . 

   PRIVATE NIGHT , JUST US @tiimedtm

                                                   blue                camaro           hidden               within            the            shadows,            the             trees                 whisper                as           the          man           made              pond            reflects            the         moonlight                /              a          light            that               sheds              a        secret             /          one             that              billy             hargrove           isn’t              ready           to          share       ,           except              for              a            certain            figure.           one             that          steady            hands            hold       ,         a           tight            grasp          as           he           pulls           him          a          little        closer.           /           back           pressed               against          the          body       of           his           car            ❝           we        can       talk          later   ,          ❞            a          whisper          swallowed          up         by          the          air        ,          a          jawline         kiss          that        sets        him        on        a          fire           /          eyes            eagerly          search         for         a        reaction         /            a        confirmation.

JASON IS A TALKER . he talks and talks , about things that matter , things that don’t matter . it seems to make him go off when he’s nervous , and right now ? right now he’s beyond nervous . who could’ve guessed ? but there’s something so ... sweet , saccharine , about these little meetings , of billy’s hands pulling him closer , he never asked for this , he never dreamnt of this . soft whisper sends a light shiver down his spine and his mouth slows down . 

         " it’s just a SCRATCH , really ! ” liar , liar , LIAR ; the smile on his face is a shaky thing , tugging uncomfortably at the litany of cuts & bruises decorating his face. hues of bright red & purple a stark contrast to normally fair skin , a hand coming up to gently prod at his own swollen cheek . “ could’ve been a lot worse … ” as much as he hated to admit that , it was the TRUTH . if dustin hadn’t shown up when he did , steve wasn’t all that sure what would’ve happened to him … or GOD , robin. his ribs still ached something AWFUL , fingers still clumsy & unsure , honestly it felt like he’d never HEAL from this particular fight .

(   *    & .  @tiimedtm / @rolledtm sent  ❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. / ACCEPTING !