#crawlingforwardx

Is this what it's always like for Harrington, hanging out with Maxine's little friends? Empathy might not be one of Billy's strong suits, and he's not exactly one of Steve's friends either, but there's still something about the way the guy is casually branded dumb, an idiot, stupid and the like that rubs him the wrong way. This whole thing with the wormhole and another goddamn planet is screwing with Billy's head too, and the amount of showers he'd taken after learning he'd essentially been previously possessed by an alien were off the charts. Even then, he still never feels clean. He has come a long way since his near-death experience... soon followed by his not-sister's, which had affected him more than he could ever admit, but even now, there are some things about him that simply haven't changed. Being vocally opinionated is one of them.

He'd describe Steve in lots of ways, especially back when they first met. A douchebag, an asshole, a pretty boy, too damn pretty for his own good, a rich kid, a future yuppie, and the list goes on. But stupid? Nope. Billy is surprisingly observant too, and while the sarcasm in Steve's tone was thick during the exchange with the group, he picked up on something else too. It sounded a lot like... hurt. He doesn't know what leads him to actually reassure Steve, but it seems to surprise the guy; which doesn't surprise Billy in turn, given their history. He shrugs off the remark about the statement being 'nice', which is an improvement to his likely reaction in the past to shift into defensive mode. He adds: “I don't get all this shit, either.” Who the hell could... except for that Hawking guy, Mr. Clarke... and apparently Henderson?

If anyone could read his mind — and he's so relieved that no one can — they might have picked up on the slight Freudian slip of Tommy's words upon waking; which suggests this is a dream he has had before. Certainly, in his mind it was far more likely to be another one of those than it would be a reality; something he was convinced was so unlikely hell would freeze over first, but... “definitely not a dream,” Steve confirms, and he's stunned. Sharing a bed with Steve is no big deal — they've had plenty of sleepovers in the past, even at Tommy's house in his childhood when he'd gotten bunk beds exactly with that in mind, but this time there's the... other part.

His brows raise and he swallows, taking it all in. Fuck. The fact that he himself had participated is by no means the surprising part. He's had feelings for Steve for years, hated himself (and Steve) for it, but as time passed he'd gotten so used to it that it became white noise, and not having the guy in his life for a few years helped in a weird way... but clearly those feelings never left. The real shocker is that Steve is here, and that he'd been involved. They weren't even drunk or anything. He remembers everything, right back to the moment he'd kissed Steve and it had evolved to this.

The music in Max's headphones was upbeat, however the lyrics were anything but. It was fitting all things considered, though the music did a better job of seeming happy than she did.

People would ask her if she was all right, and all she gave them was a shrug and a monotone "I'm fine." Eventually, they quit trying if they weren't close enough. And as seasons change, so do people.

Billy's death was old news, people moved on. She however hadn't.

One of the few things she'd do to 'distract' herself was wander around town, whether on foot or her board. There was a numbness inside of her and it was difficult to shake.

She arrived at the movie rental store, the twinkling of bells barely heard with her headphones on. The staff always tried to greet her, and bless them for trying, because it hardly registered.

"If you need any he--" "Yeah, I'm good." She hated sounding so curt, it wasn't that she intended to come off so short, but she also couldn't find it in herself to bring forth much emotion.

Quietly she perused the aisles as she often did, glancing over various titles and picking the odd one just to read the summary on the back before placing it back on the shelf. Rarely did she ever check anything out.

Deep in her thoughts and her music, she hadn't even heard Steve come behind her and her body jerked, nearly dropping a tape. Pulling her headphones off, she turned to him.

People think lots of things the morning after sleeping together. Should they have done it? Was it a good idea? What does this mean? Will it happen again? And when it comes to Steve Harrington, Billy has no patience for all that crap. Too complicated. A sober conversation in the cold light of day is not going to happen, perhaps because, deep down, he fears what Steve's verdict will be. Probably some kind of panic mode ending with him running back to Wheeler for a feeling of normalcy. Last night was the culmination of a hell of a lot of pent-up attraction and frustration he'd held towards the guy for a long time... and finally, they'd found the best way to channel it. The best ever, although he's not going to let Steve know that and stroke his ego. No — instead, there's something else he can do... or stroke.

He figures there's little point in still pretending he's not at least attracted to Steve given the previous night, and he actually hates playing games although he'll do it if it means self-preservation, and keeping the idea that he's invincible and untouchable when it comes to emotions. But right now, Steve looks pretty; hair all disheveled and a flushed hue on his face. Billy figures a little conclusion of the previous night wouldn't hurt, so he makes his way down the other's body, leaving a hungry kiss trail in his wake, until finally he settles between those perfect thighs. He slides his arms beneath them and begins with a teasing line from his tongue before lips part to take Steve in, relishing in the sensation of his length getting even firmer in the heat of his mouth.

And then comes the guy's verbal response; music to Billy's ears; even more so than his favorite Metallica song. The moment it happens, Billy keenly kicks the blankets away to enjoy the view, made better with what daylight is able to stream into the room between partially closed drapes. When it comes to this stuff, Billy doesn't half-ass it, and soon he's taking damn near all of Steve into his mouth; moving faster and faster, spurred on by every little reaction he earns. Soon enough, he's joining in — eager sounds coming from Billy's throat like he's the one getting blown; demonstrating how much pleasure he also derives from doing this. Especially to Harrington.

* 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘. / @crawlingforwardx.