you were asking about prompts i saw? so how abouut... billy and steve playing a game where they try to give each other inappropriate erections in public. billy gives his bottle of beer a blow-job at a party. steve deepthroats a banana in high school, etc
ohhhhh man, i do love me some competitive boys!! and could so totally see them trying to one-up each other
but yes! just imagining for a party scenario that steve has a bunch of people over on a saturday night. he’s got his parent’s new sound system blaring in the living room, set on some top 100 radio station. steve is in the kitchen with a group of people and billy’s leaning against one of the counters drinking a bottle of beer. steve keeps sneaking looks over at billy, watches how his lips wrap around the bottle as he takes every swig. billy knows steve’s watching so plays it up a bit because no one is paying much attention to him.
steve is trying to pretend that he cares about whatever rumour amanda is droning on about but his eyes keep darting over to billy, watching the way he starts taking the head of the bottle a bit further into his mouth. and jesus fucking christ steve knows exactly how billy’s mouth feels on his cock, how his mouth looks the same exact way when he stares down at billy while he blows him. and is he freaking getting jealous of a beer bottle right now???
steve can feel himself getting hard in his jeans, sees billy peek down at his crotch, the delighted gleam in his eyes at his evident effect on steve. and steve wishes he never started this stupid game with billy because he’s sure someone is going to notice the bulge in his jeans pretty soon and -
then latest hit comes up on the radio and everyone shouts in glee, quickly migrating out into the living room to dance and drunkenly sing along to it. billy and steve are the only remaining ones in the kitchen.
steve gives a quick flick of his head toward the stairs leading up to the second floor, leading up to his room. billy doesn’t acknowledge it but when steve turns away towards the stairs, he knows billy is following.
“it’s rude for the host to dip out of his own party, isn’t it,” billy snarks once steve has shut the bedroom door behind them.
“shut up,” steve growls, grabs at billy’s shoulders, presses down.
billy braces himself against the pressure for a moment, meets steve’s hard gaze with a cheeky grin before sinking down to his knees. he undoes steve’s jeans in record time, pulls out steve’s cock and takes him in his mouth.
steve fucks his mouth just the way he knows billy wants him to, billy never has any trouble keeping up with what steve gives him. steve whines as he comes down his throat, his hands tangled up in billy’s curls.
when they’re back downstairs 10 minutes later, no one seems to have even noticed they were gone.
billy will take his time in the showers after practice when he feels like it. he likes the feel of the hot spray on his weary body after he’s pushed himself hard during scrimmages. there are a few other stragglers at some of the other shower stations on the way out to the lockers, but billy isn’t paying them any mind.
billy closes his eyes, suds up his hair some more, then washes it out, and when he opens them, steve is sidling up at one of the shower heads next to him. steve doesn’t really say anything, just nods his head and lathers up a washcloth with soap from the dispenser.
steve scrubs under his arms, then drags the washcloth slowly across his chest then down, wipes at his cock a few times, gives it a tug because he knows billy’s watching at this point, and goes down further still. he bends over and starts intensely washing at his ankles like they’re caked in mud.
and steve’s ass is on full display now.
billy can’t help but think about what he would do to steve’s ass if they were truly alone in here. he’d love to sink his teeth into the meat of steve’s ass just so he could hear steve whine out like he always does when billy bites at him, spread steve’s ass open just so he could lick into him.
“low freaking blow, harrington,” billy hisses, then flies out of the showers, a hand loosely covering the half-chub he’s sporting, not even bothering to shut the water off. steve pops back up to see billy grab a towel that someone left hanging at the entrance. billy wraps it around himself, ignores the annoyed “hey” from mark.
steve quickly wraps his shower up, goes to get a fresh pair of clothes from his locker and sees billy’s almost ready to go.
billy’s all dressed a minute later as he walks by steve. steve meets the downtown of his eyes as he passes.
steve leaves shortly after him, a triumphant smile on his face because he’s edged himself way ahead of billy in the game at this point. he schools his features though as he falls in stride next to billy as they walk the rest of the way to the parking lot together.
“you’re going to pay for that little stunt later, harrington,” billy says when they get to their cars, voice full of dangerous promise. he slides into the camaro and peels out of the parking lot.
steve doesn’t doubt it. in fact, he’s looking forward to it.
