#billyboyhargrove

Billy wraps his arms around Steve’s waist from behind. The blond pressing against his partners back, lips pressing to His partners shoulder gently. “I have the weekend off,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss a little further up his shoulder. Sometimes he curses that he’s a few inches shorter than Steve, but it’s nice when they’re cuddled up in bed and he can tuck up under Steve’s chin. He presses a kiss a little higher up his neck. His hand sliding under the edge of Steve’s shirt as he grins against his skin.

Steve couldn't help the way he tensed a little as Billy's kisses moved to his neck; he was trying to get over his own discomfort since the Demobat attack, but it was still a spot that he was sensitive to, and not in the best way. He instead tried to focus on the other gentle kisses along his shoulders, on the arms that were wrapped securely around his waist, as if they would never let Steve go through that terror again.

Feeling the hands along the skin of his stomach, Steve couldn't help but laugh, turning his head slightly to look at the shorter man. "Let me guess, you're trying to suggest that means we stay inside all weekend?" He teased, finally turning in Billy's hold, wrapping arms around the surfer and pulling him close with a wide grin. "As much as I love that idea, babe, why don't we change it up a bit?"

"I'll call off work. Let's get the hell out of Hawkins for the weekend."

Billy licks his lower lip as his eyes travel along Steve’s bare chest. Or should he say bear chest, lip twitching a little into a smile as he pushes the red shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor as he climbs up onto Harringtons bed. Lips pressing firmly to Steve’s as he straddles Steve’s lap. His hands dragging over the other man's chest.

"You know..." Steve smirked a little, leaning back on his elbows as Billy was blatantly checking him out the way he was. "I should always have realized that you were into me, Hargrove. You always looked at me like that in the showers and shit. I just figured you were trying to size up your competition since you wanted my title." Steve snorted, shaking his head. He had really been oblivious, hadn't he? To his own feelings as well. So many times his fingers had touched Billy's chest to 'shove him away' and just...lingered.

His smile only widened as Billy moved forward to straddle him, arms instantly wrapping securely around the other as he pulled him close, closing his eyes and kissing him back with a hum of hunger. One hand moved to Billy's mullet, fingers tangling in the blonde curls. "Like what you see? Definitely different than when we were back in high school." And stupid swim team made him shave for 'aerodynamic purposes.'

— Steve was excited for Christmas Eve, for the first time in the longest time. The house was decorated, there were presents for all of the kids under the tree for them to open when they came over after their family celebrations, and Billy being in the house made it feel so much less empty. He had even gone out and bought himself and his boyfriend matching pajamas to mark the occasion (though he was almost positive they wouldn't actually be slept in).

Picking up the box from underneath the tree, perfectly wrapped with a bow and everything, he stood back up intending to call for the blonde male but stopped when he caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. Turning around, his mouth fell open and the gift box tumbled from his grasp, staring at the other male.

“Oh yeah? Do tell..”