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Bruises on Both my Knees (For You)

Billy hasn't been able to satisfy the itch beneath his skin since leaving California. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he has a chance in hell to find what he needs in small town USA.

But that all changes when he sees the fire in Steve Harrington's eyes the night they fight.

Chapter Thirteen:

Steve doesn't know what time it is when he startles awake, he just knows it's dark and rainy and apparently Billy is here. He's saying his name, crawling into his bed, asking him a question. 

"Will you let me fuck you?" 

Steve rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he replies, "What, like now ?" 

"Yeah," He pauses and adds, "please? I need you." 

Steve thinks he sounds off, like something is wrong but it's too dark to see his facial expressions. "Ok." He agrees, "just let me wake up a little." 

He sits up and stretches and looks over at him. Steve can't be sure but it looks kind of like he's shaking. 

"Hey, you ok?" 

"No, not really." He says, and his voice sounds a bit scratchy. 

Well, that was an incredibly honest answer.

"Come here then." 

And when Billy presses his body against him, Steve notices three things all at once. 

He's really cold, his skin is just a layer of goosebumps, and he's trembling, probably from being so fucking cold, and his hair is wet. Like he'd just come out of a shower. 

It's raining outside… 

"Wait. Stop." He says, and Billy backs up. "Why are you so cold ?" 

"He took my fucking keys." He says and Steve doesn't have to ask who he is. "I couldn't… I couldn't stay there, so I walked."

"Billy, it's forty degrees out," He deadpans, because this is crazy. "And you live three miles away." 

"Two if you cut through the woods." 

And that makes Steve's stomach queasy, thinking about him in the woods, in the rain, in the middle of the night. 

"Come on." He says, getting out of the bed. "You're getting in the shower. We need to get your body temp up." 

He expected him to protest or make a suggestive comment about Steve making him warm up, but he doesn't . He just gets up and follows him to the bathroom. 

He's definitely acting weird, and when Steve flicks the light on and turns to pull him inside the bathroom, he understands why. 

Besides his body being pale from the cold, There's a nasty looking bruise forming around his eye and along his jaw, and his eyebrow and lip are both split open. But that was just his face . There's what kind of looks like a finger or thumb print in the space between his shoulder and collarbone and a decent sized splotch of blue beneath his ribs on the right side. And a little one on his left. 

"Billy, what the fuck?" He's seen Billy with a black eye or split lip before, but this is worse than any of those times. 

"Don't…not yet. Just…" 

He's obviously having a hard time so Steve nods. "Ok, we can talk later." 

He turns on the shower and practically pushes Billy inside. He's full on shaking so Steve climbs in after him and presses his chest to his back, carefully wraps his arms around his stomach, and hooks his chin on the non bruised shoulder. 

"I would have picked you up, you know." 

"Didn't want to chance using the phone." 

And that pisses Steve off because he knows exactly what happened, well not exactly , but he knows he was too scared to even try to call for help. 

Billy must feel the tension in his body. "I'm fine, Steve. I made it here." 

Bruises on Both my Knees (For You)

Billy hasn't been able to satisfy the itch beneath his skin since leaving California. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he has a chance in hell to find what he needs in small town USA.

But that all changes when he sees the fire in Steve Harrington's eyes the night they fight. 

Chapter Ten

Nancy corners him on his way to lunch. "We need to talk."

"We're talking now." 

She frowns up at him. "I'm serious. Come on." She grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the library. 

He sees Billy on the way there and he mouths 'what the fuck'. Steve has no idea so he shrugs and let's her drag him along. 

They head to their spot in the back and she tells him to sit. 

He maybe does it a little more quickly than he normally would, but that's just because it's a command he's become really familiar with, ok? 

"I want to know what's going on with you." 

He frowns. "What do you mean?" 

"Don't act stupid, Steve." 

That kind of pisses him off. "I'm not. I literally have no idea why the hell you brought me here." 

"Billy Hargrove." 

His stomach plummets. "What about him?"

"What is he to you?"

Shit. 

"He's my teammate? We talk sometimes?" 

She glares at him so that is apparently the wrong answer. 

"Sometimes?" 

"Ok, maybe we talk a lot. What's the problem? All that shit back in November is water under the bridge. We can be civil." 

"You know you can be honest with me, right?" 

"Yeah, I know. But I don't know what's going on here. Seriously what is this really about?" 

 Jonathan and I… we've noticed things over the last month or two." 

His heart speeds up a bit. " Noticed things." He repeats. "What kind of things?" 

"Weird bruises and...more teeth marks." She says, "and we can't help but notice who's been skulking around you lately." 

Fuuuck. 

"First of all, he's not skulking."  He says, and he's already over this conversation. 

"So, it is him?" Her eyes widen. 

"Jesus Christ, Nancy. What do you want me to say? What answer are you trying to squeeze out of me?" He flails his arms a bit because, shit. "Do you want to know if I'm queer now? Is that it?"

"What? No! I...don't, I wouldn't care about that."

"Then you just want to know if Billy and I are fucking?" Her face pinches up at that. "Fine. We're fucking, or he's fucking me, if you really want to get technical about it. Are you happy now?" 

She looks really upset by the admittance."Steve, are you really having-"

"Yes." He cuts her off. "But I don't really see how that's any of your business." 

"It's my business when my friend is coming to school with bruises and bite marks." She hisses. 

"I'm having sex. It happens." 

"Um wrong. We had a lot of sex and nothing like that ever happened to either of us." She is getting fired up. "He's dangerous. I'm worried about you."

Bruises on Both my Knees (For You)

Billy hasn't been able to satisfy the itch beneath his skin since leaving California. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he has a chance in hell to find what he needs in small town USA.

But that all changes when he sees the fire in Steve Harrington's eyes the night they fight. He sees something in Harrington that he sometimes sees in himself when he looks in the mirror.

Harrington has demons. Just like Billy

Chapter Four excerpt:

He's in the fucking shower with Billy Hargrove and maybe they aren't going to do anythingcrazy but there's about to be some kind of sex happening here. 

Holy shit. 

"Relax, you're wound so damn tight." He says, hands gently running over Steve's shoulders and down the curve of his back. He shivers at the contact despite the hot water steaming the shower around them. "I told you, nothing crazy is happening today. I just want you to get used to being touched."

"You act like I'm a fucking virgin." He scoffs. 

"For all intents and purposes, Harrington, youare ." He proves his point by bringing a hand between them and wrapping it around Steve's half hard cock. Steve can't help but jump a bit and Billy smirks. "See, like a blushing virgin." He gives it a few slow pumps. "I'm sure you've been around the block and satisfied some ladies in your time, but it's different when you're with another man. Some things are the same, there's probably not much difference between Wheeler's mouth and mine, but I'm going to do things to you that you won't fucking believe ." 

Steve's cock twitches at the thought. Fuck. 

"Hmmm. Feels like you're on board with that idea."

Steve looks away. "Maybe."

Billy drops his hand from his cock and he almost whines at the loss. 

"Hey, now. Can't go rushing to the finish line, Harrington, we've got too much to do." There's laughter in his voice and Steve wants to hate him for mocking him, but he can't. Not when he knows there is a finish line. 

Billy looks around and grabs a bottle of shampoo and squirts some into his hand. 

"What are you doing?" Steve didn't think they were here to actually get clean. 

He sighs. "Just let me do this. I swear, it's going to help. We need to build up some trust between us. I fucked it up back in November, so I'm starting over. This plan won't work if you still subconsciously flinch away from me."

"That makes sense." He says, because it does , and he allows Billy to maneuver him beneath the water to get his hair wet. 

Bruises on Both my Knees (For You)

Billy hasn't been able to satisfy the itch beneath his skin since leaving California. Unfortunately, he doesn't think he has a chance in hell to find what he needs in small town USA.

But that all changes when he sees the fire in Steve Harrington's eyes the night they fight

Chapter Twelve

"Admit you were wrong about him." He says first, because he really needs her to say it. 

She looks a little hesitant with the demand, but she takes a breath then replies, "I was wrong about him hurting you." 

He feels a little better after she says it, but he still has a lot on his chest. 

"Nancy, I just - what the fuck was that this morning?" He asks, completely exasperated, "It was bad enough you cornering and giving me the third degree yesterday, then you turn around and do it again to him." 

"I told you the truth. I told you the truth even though I didn't have to. I didn't have to say shit to you about me, about Billy, about our fucking sex life , but I did. And I trusted you with the information. I didn't expect you to turn around and use it as a fucking weapon." 

She looks confused. "What do you mean?" 

"I told you things about us, and then you go and use that knowledge to threaten him into breaking things off with me. I mean, what the actual fuck, Nance? Getting outted at school is like our biggest fucking fear . That's why we don't hang out here. I don't care what kind of grudge you have with him, you don't threaten to out somebody. It's bullshit." 

She looks upset. Good. 

"I wasn't- I wasn't really going to do it."