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Tight Little Shorts

top!billy & bottom!steve

steve wears tight shorts to basketball practice and billy can't control himself in the locker room .

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slam.

the door swings close after the last of the boys left the locker room. steve is still running his fingers through his hair, lathering the shampoo into suds. he always spends at least forty five minutes just taking a shower after basketball practice. he can't help it though, he likes the hot water and the steam.

as he is rinsing out the last remaining bubbles in his hair, the locker room door bursts open again.

someone probably just forgot something, he thinks to himself, keeping his eyes shut.

a few minutes past and whoever it was never left, so he opens his eyes. it was none other than billy hargrove stripping himself of his shirt. billy's eyes rose from the floor to steve's face.

"hey, harrington," billy says with a grin on his face, taking his time as he undresses himself.

steve rolls his eyes, continuing to wash his body with his hands.

they don't talk much, steve spends most of the time trying to avoid billy, avoid the fights. there's some bickering here and there though, when billy can't keep his mouth shut. it's usually something about steve's playing ability, his hair, anything really. billy will do anything to rile steve up.

billy walks over to the shower beside steve's, completely ignoring the other spaced out showers across the room. he turns the nozzle on with his eyes still on harrington. steve opens his eyes again.

"what do you want?" steve looks at billy, clearly not understanding why the blonde chose to be this close to him with perfectly fine showers on the other side of the room.

billy slides his tongue across the bottom of his top teeth, looking at steve's lips. "you know, those shorts you were wearing fit you really well."

steve half laughed, half scoffed and goes back to washing himself, "oh yeah? you wanna borrow 'em or something?"

billy shook his head.

"oh no, no, they look way better on you. they really," hargrove steps closer and slides his hand along steve's lower back, "hug your curves."

steve jumps at the touch and brings his hand up to billy's chest to keep his distance. "what the hell are you doing man?"

"i never knew you had such a nice ass, harrington." billy grins and lowers his touch to grab a handful of steve's ass, drawing a hitched breath from him.

"what the fuck, hargrove?" steve spits out, pushing on billy's chest and barely knocking him back. billy only takes double the steps forward, backing steve into the lockers next to the showers.

steve didn't want to admit it, but he's always found the blonde attractive. especially with his curls soaking wet and sticking to his forehead. he didn't hate that billy was touching him. he actually liked it, but there's no way he'd ever let anyone know he enjoyed having the hands of another man on him.

the grip billy had on steve's ass firms and he brings his other hand up to his waist. billy lowers his head to steve's shoulders and licks one hot stripe up the crook of his neck to his ear. "i couldn't stop staring. even now, i can't stop thinking about it," he whispers in steve's ear.

steve breathes in sharply and squeezes on billy's toned shoulders. his breath gets heavier as billy lazily kisses his way down to steve's pink nipple. shivers sent down his spine when billy's hot tongue licks over it.

billy's mouth is wrapped around it, tongue flattened over the skin and then sucking. small needles of pleasure makes steve grab a fistful of billy's thick, wet curls. the sensation was something he has never felt before, new and warm and so good. it felt so good and made steve want more. he tilts his head back against the wall and let out a breath that wasn't too far away from being a moan.

"damn, harrington, you're just like a bitch," billy chuckles out, still with that annoyingly charming, shit eating grin on his face.

"for fucks sake, just shut up," steve lightly pulling the mess of curls in his fist and looks down at billy, before shoving his face back into his chest. billy smirks and goes back to work.

billy's hands roam back up to steve's waist, reeling him in closer and their hips meet. steve groans when his dick grazes against hargrove's thigh. he is hard, but billy is hard too.

"fuck," steve gasps, bucks his hips, and billy groans at the touch and grinds forward.

using his hair again, steve pulls billy's face up to his again, and smashes their lips together. steve whimpers into billy's mouth as he shoves his knee further between his legs, pressing more into his dick. steve ruts forward, he can't help it.

billy pulls away just barely and laughs, "yeah, you like that pretty boy?"

steve admits his defeat and nods, eyes shut and head knocking against the metal of the lockers. he reaches down and guide's billy's hand to his throbbing dick.

"impatient, are we?" billy wraps his fingers around steve's cock and gently squeezes. steve chokes out a moan and his grip in billy's hair tightens, pulling slightly.

then billy is tugging on steve's dick, already leaking with precum, thumb rubbing the tip and spreading the sticky liquid around with every upstroke. steve was almost embarrassed to like this as much as he did, but he wasn't gonna let that stop him from enjoying himself. billy uses his other hand to grab steve's and put it on his own hard on.

they are both jerking the other off, breathing heavy and groaning into each other's mouths. billy quickens his strokes, eyes open and staring at steve, watching him slowly losing himself with his touch. steve can almost barely keep touching billy, too lost in his own pleasure. hargrove notices this and uses his free hand to tighten around steve's working wrist, not letting him lose the pace.

"don't you dare fucking stop," billy growls in between kisses, "you hear me harrington?" steve groans in response and billy's hand makes its way back to his waist, roughly squeezing his curves.

with each quick stroke, steve felt like he was going crazy, hips bucking into billy's hand. god, it feels so fucking good. billy somehow knew just what to do to make steve go crazy. pleasure pooling in his stomach, he was so close. steve throws his face into billy's neck, gasping as the sensation grew stronger.

"billy, fuck that feels so good please-" steve rambles on, words just flowing out of his mouth without thinking. billy groans into steve's ear as they both grow closer to orgasm together, grinding into eachother's moving hands.

"are you gonna cum for me, princess?" billy's low voice rings through steve's ear, sending him over the edge. steve lets out a breathy moan as he loses himself completely, his orgasm hitting him hard and he cums in thick and hot spurts all over billy's hand. billy follows in suit a few seconds after, cursing into steve's ear.

the two stand there for a moment, sweaty bodies pressed together, panting, and chests heaving up and down. billy's the first to pull away, backing up into the still-running water and letting the water run back through his curls. steve does the same and they both quickly wash themselves off in silence.

billy twists his nozzle off and shakes the water out of his hair, stepping away to put his pants back. "guess i'll see ya later then, pretty boy."

"..yeah, see you later."

"and harrington," billy slips his shirt over his head.

"what?" steve slaps the nozzle off and looks at billy.

billy grins with a hint of tongue and steve shivers. "you should wear those shorts more often." he winks while sliding a cigarette between his lips and throws the locker room open, leaving like he hadn't just manhandled steve against the lockers.

and steve stands there in disbelief, speechless, not even sure if that even happened.

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that was rough omg i wrote it at 3am so if there’s any in-corrections im sorry lmao. it’s also been a while since i’ve written so there’s that

#MODERN BEACH HCS WITH STEVE HARRINGTON! 🌊🐚

tw—mentions of suggestive content, mature themes, cocky Steve harrington, insane amount of fluff

#You can not tell me when you guys go to the beach he is not acting like a stressed out dad.

#always making sure you guys bring the right amount sunscreen, you’re coverup, sandwiches, chips, etc.

#steve would be the type to put his hands on his hips looking over at the setup he made and the beach in a corny proud way

#HELP, he’s also be the type to eat all the chips in hunger while you take ig pics with your friend (if invited) waiting to go in the ocean

#steve would we obnoxious with it to, barely posting on Instagram but once he stepped foot on the sand he would force you to put water on his abs and pose looking to the side

#im ngl I have a feeling he played mermaids when he was little so one step in that ocean he would go ham, spitting out water and seeing who can go under water the longest with there eyes closed

#matching swimsuits—it’s a possessive thing that he won’t admit

#if you’re wearing a bikini that shows off you’re breast or just a flashy suit in general he’d wrap his arms around you in the weirdest way just to let people know you have a lover

# “you wanna see who can who build the biggest sand castle?”

#”what if the sand gets in the food.”

“So, it’s sand”

#him stealing Dustin’s goggles and them squeezing the flesh of his face so hard giving him a print. But not caring, as long as he could see you’re see you’re ass underwater everything would be fine

#collecting seashells with you, even tho he didn’t want to just to see you happy



#while putting on you’re sunscreen gets distracted and begins playing patty cake with you’re butt cheeks

#him knowing he’a hot so secretly puts baby oil on his chest and abs before leaving for a movie effect

#and you obviously knowing and when you call him out for it he gets so gets so embarrassed he puts back on his slutty white tank top

#he wears hoochie daddy shorts can’t tell me otherwise

#him getting turned on the whole entire trip by you’re swimsuit

#”hey, you wanna go back in the car?”

#”steve, no.”

#”just a quickie!”

#you fell for it and ended up getting the best back shots of you’re life. (And it indeed wasn’t a quickie)

#going to the bar and spending all of you’re money trying those expensive fruity drinks, taking pictures of them all to post on the gram

#steve trying to empress you by swimming far but ending up getting stung by a jellyfish and shedding a tear

#texting dustin a selfie of the ocean saying ‘u wish u could be here’ and ending up getting blocked bc dustin has never been to a beach before

#staying there till it closed and going back in you’re car, then proceeding to go back

#then get caught after 5 minutes then getting arrested

#eddie, Nancy and Robin driving all the way out to California just to get you guys out 😭

#after that you and Steve planned to just go to the beach as a group

Steve Rogers x Black!Reader

He tried to hide it. He didn’t wanna seem easy. Or weak. But he couldn’t hide the affection he felt.

Your smile, hair, touch, your face, you in general made him feel something he remembered his mother spoken about when he was little.

She always told him one he would find a woman who would make his heart beat fast every time your eye meets with each. A woman who could make him turn all shade of red even one not known. A woman who makes him feel like a different part of himself. A woman he know he wants to spend his life with.

He knew you was that woman his mother spoke about.

The time you came and comfort him after having a hard day and the look you gave in his eye. He felt something unlock. Your eyes alone unlocked the lock to heart.

The time you were invited to help by him to help him bake his famous apple pie, and you guys ended up with him behind you and you in front looking into each eye while your hands slowly touch while you both knead the pie dough in the bowl. You looked around his face while he stayed frozen you couldn’t help but just quickly kiss his cheek while laughing before going back to kneading. In the corner of your eyes you could see his extremely red face.

The one time on Christmas Eve when he had start to remember his old life in the 40s thunking about his family and old habits he used to take interest in.

You had seen him moping around upset. When it was time for present opening Steve could see you were excited for your present for him. He knew it was something huge from the box size and you locking off the old storage room for two weeks. After opening the gift and showing him his new art room. He could just look and stare at you with love and admiration. He knew you listen and cares he knew you knew the real him.

All these times past just for him to know he wanted you to be his forever.