#fic bite

Izuru likes Rose's hands. His fingers are long, elegant—perfect for that Bb chord he likes so well, for holding a fudē, perhaps even for— "Your signature, Lieutenant?" Izuru blinks. "I'm sorry?" Rose hands him the paper, the fudē. "It requires yours, too."

He would eat Steve's mouth all day everyday and just like play with Steve's earlobes LIKE A FIDDLE I SAY

Steve knows his parents.

He's know the in's and out's of life with them for a long time now.

He's not surprised by anything they do or do not do anymore. He hasn't been surprised by anything they've done or not done in years, and that isn't going to change. At least, not anytime soon.

There was no special dinner waiting for him back home. No orders to go get changed into something nicer so that they could go out and celebrate. There weren’t any flowers or cheesy stuffed animals, not even a card on the counter.

When Steve got home, he got stuck in the car for a moment. The door jammed shut as he tugged on the handle once, twice, three times even. He watched his father sigh and glare at him through the window, somehow managing to find his eyes through the tint. His father opened the door for him and he cleared his throat, muttering “Thanks” though his father had slammed the car door, drowning out his voice.

As Steve walked into the Harrington household, his mother shouted at him to take off his shoes, so he did. He stood in the doorway and watched his parents move about.

His father took off his coat and hung it on the nearby coat rack. He sighed and walked towards the stairs, most likely heading up to his office.

His mother walked into the kitchen. Steve couldn’t see her but he knew what was going to happen. She was going to make her way to the wine cabinet, reach in and grab a random bottle. She was going to take a sip right from the bottle before grabbing a glass, and then she’d pull a chair towards the phone on the wall to sit there and talk. Then, she was going to talk and talk and talk until she went to bed or decided to leave.

As Steve made his way towards his room, he found that the house was nearly still and quiet, aside from the occasional grunt or sigh from down the hall and the squeak of his mother’s laugh from the dining room. His house was still as dead as it always seemed to be, just with a sense of false hope coating the atmosphere within.

But the thing is.

Billy is in class trying to remember what Romeo and Juliet even are because his hand keeps tingling.

It loops in his mind. The swell of Steve's ass his hand the sound it made and the litte hissed Billy.

It eats at him. How Harrington just let him.

He keeps doing it.

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It's insidious how it haunts him. That little action no thinking. Billy's hand just moved and now he's obsessed. He can't stop thinking about it he wants to keep his hand there it's the issue, he wants to squeeze and push Steve against the lockers and just grab a handful with both of his hands and grind on that ass.

And he can't stop looking at it. Steve's ass it is... He wants to do so many things. And the fact that he can watch it after practice doesn't help he didn't before never looked down Steve's trim waist but now but now- god he's hard again.

-

So okay, here's the thing... Steve is into whatever Billy is dishing out. But there's a careful balance built into Billy and Steve. That he's not about to break. So sure Billy is into slapping his ass more than is sportmanly allowed or whatever.

And let's not kid ourselves Steve is a bit of a jackass so provoking Billy is a sport he loves to play. So he... you know makes Billy creams his pants. Metaphorically

-

Like he wasn't about that life but his hand moved and it just happened. Is what Billy keeps thinking like he didn't track Steve with his eyes at every party. Like he doesn't hound Steve at every match like he doesn't say Steve's name at least a dozen times (he does hang out with Tommy so like Steve is mostly what they talk about)

Billy is not obsessed okay. He can stop any time he wants.

He just has to watch his hand.

It's not that Steve has a big ass or anything. He tries to reason. Maybe it's the way it jiggles or the sweet slim waist or-

and Steve writes a comment like "new friend!" with a smiley face bc he's encouraging and nice.

And all Billy can think is he laughs like you when he reads the comment and all he can do is miss Steve.

And Steve has no idea that Billy ever liked him like that so his plans for the summer are going to California bc he misses his best friend.

billy has been painting the sea and the sky. sunrise, sunset, stormy or bright he’s been painting it all. and steve is kind of floored, just sits there with the breath knocked out of him to make way for all the emotion. anyway he makes a plan, he takes billy to california, just for a holiday because he needs to be in hawkins where his physical therapy is being paid for, he drives billy and he gets to see the ocean and the sand and the colours

joyce follows behind them in her car with the kids, and they all get to have a week at the beach, the ocean washing them clean, making them feel whole and normal and happy. and the sun warms billy and will right down to their bones, fills up all the residual cold spaces. billy is ok going back to hawkins because he feels less afraid now, and because he knows steve has seen his whole soul now. and they really really love each other :((((

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Anon don’t be sad! This is GOOD Billy is doing okay *cries*

I feel like Steve would try to be supportive of Billy and his art, and they get a shitty apartment in California (after saving up and mama Harrington dishing out some money for Steve) so Billy can do art school while Steve is selling ice cream (which he sucks at) while doing community college or something.

I want a Billy that tries to clean everything he was (short hair, long sleeves, closed on himself. Cockiness gone) to end up understanding that he was another victim that he was another scared boy (like Will).

Then 5 years pass and we see a tanned long-haired surfer Billy with a lot of tattoos (hiding the scars) but he’s free and he’s home. He still has a lot of issues but he feels like his body is his again.

Steve is in the sand probably being mocked by Robin and her GF for liking pickles with mascarpone ice cream while Billy watches from the water, cleans saltwater from his eyes and hides the wide smile he can’t contain from his surfer buddies.

Steve takes a sip of his beer under the shade.

Summer at Cali is a first and so far looking very good. He pulls his sunglasses a bit down and bites his lip.

Steve follows Billy with his gaze. Eyes stopping at the way the red shorts stretch over Billy's bulging thighs. And the way his blond (so curly and blond) hair sticks to his neck with sweat. Brown whiskey eyes walk over all the golden skin and muscles in display, his eyes pause for a second at the gold of his necklace and the ring that accompanies the pendant, trying not to feel giddy and failing. He looks down at his own chain with a similar ring winking back. He feels happy for the first time, happy and free.

Steve plays with the ring and then kisses the warm gold. He looks back at Billy and stops freezing in place at Billy's smile. That smile contends with the sun over who shines brighter. Billy waves at him and Steve blushes, ring falling from his lips.

Then, Veronica (why do all of his friends look like supermodels) talks to Billy stealing his attention. They walk into a game of beach handball, of course.

He pushes his sunglasses back using then like a headband. Billy wags his tongue at somebody and the game starts. Steve scowls. Fun show over it seems. When he gets competitive Billy looks like a crazy person. It's a nice look but Steve is on vacation. He's not going to babysit Billy from fights.

He sighs standing up to move his towel so the sun can hit his skin better. Once he deems it a good place, he turns away and looks at the coast trying and failing to find anything out of place. It's an ingrained action, he does a headcount for each of Billy's friends and then stops to look at the scenery when everyone is accounted for.

Steve doesn't think he's ever seen a sky so blue and water so well, big. His family is more of a ski vacation- his mood sours. He tries to think about something else and when that doesn't work he strips off his Nascar shirt he stole from Billy, ready to drink up some sun.

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Somebody sits close to him and when he looks it's Bills "Hit me!" he says happily. Steve's hand moves fast and hits the ugly skull tattoo on his arm. Billy scowls and amends "with the sunscreen, you moron." he waves his hand holding said sunscreen.

"Hey, a guy has to take his chance." Steve says sitting up and grabbing the bottle.

Done doing his front he motions Billy to turn. "Umm so, can you roll your shorts down... please." Billy says when Steve is putting the sunscreen on his back.

"What?" Steve stops. And looks down at his lap. He rolls the legs a bit because he doesn't like tan lines. His brow furrows.

The back of Billy's neck turns red. "It distracts me from the game."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Whatever. My hands are sticky so, no can do." he lathers Billy down his shoulders and the small of his back. His hands slow and bite with his knuckles into muscle causing Billy to grunt. Steve smiles "oh wow," with a sweet tone. "You're so tense."

Billy grunts. He stands and Steve follows suit with a smile on his lips glad for once, at his win "Ok mister pornstar. No more freebies for the masses." Billy grins and then his warm hands grab the globes of Steve's ass in a firm grip. "Only I get to see these." he unrolls Steve's work making him shiver.

Steve is sure Billy feels the way he swallows. He looks down at Billy's eyes that shine with heat. He grabs Billy's hands detaching them "don't start here."

Billy smirks "why." he says slowly, blue eyes burning into Steve. "My friends don't care. I could-" his index and middle finger slip past the waistband of Steve's shorts. "Slip these inside right now and nobody would bat an eyelash."

"Fuck." Steve breathes out because, fuck.

"Well, Veronica would probably cry I mean she thinks you are really pretty. Not that I can judge her. That can be her birthday present" Billy murmurs real close to Steve's lips.

This is so unfair. Steve wants Billy. Wants him any time anywhere but in front of his friends? Like he can accept people hearing him. People seeing Billy take him apart, that's. He looks at Billy with what he feels is his begging look. He could... Plastered like this on his front, feeling Billy everywhere but especially the trail of warm his digits make. Eyes wide he thinks yes. He could. "Maybe."

Billy stops smiling and his eyes burn with intense desire like he can feel Billy bending him over the towel already. From the intensity. Jesus. Billy turns and Steve follows his gaze. Veronica is looking at them.

"We are going to the car." Billy bites.

Steve's nose crinkles "the car is an oven! I am 100% not having sex there."

Billy looks back at his friends then back to Steve. "I know a place."

Incredulous Steve mutters "you know a place? Like a hookup place?"

Oh my god, I'm not gonna lie and say this is the red crop top I pictured Steve was wearing here but also now it can be. (Which makes the part where Billy grabs the hem 100% hotter. How can you expect Billy to L I V E after witnessing such perfection? How did he even drive with Steve wearing that just inches apart. it's beyond me)

I imagine Steve's mom goes to France or Italy and brings him stuff that Steve wears 1 (one) and only one time and he totally hides in the back of his wardrobe.

And now suddenly I'm writing Billy's pov, fuck. Harringrove once again taking over my life.

-

When Neil ordered him to ferry Maxine around for the summer Billy was pissed. Beyond furious.

But that was before he found Steve Harrington looking like a wet dream by the side of the road with the gaggle of children he pretended not to like.

Billy was drivin' his car windows down, fast enough that he could feel the breeze even if it had that vague earth and farm quality to it. When his brain caught up with the shapes surrounding the familiar BMW Harrington drove. He put the car in reverse and met the other car.

His intent was to yell something mean and cutting but vaguely helpful when his eyes landed on Steve. And he swore all breath left him.

Billy stared. Something hungry roared inside him at the sight of Steve's exposed skin. He wore white shorts that positively hugged him making plain to everyone what monster he had trapped in those tight shorts. And a red crop top that looked painted on.

He knew the shape of Steve's body from the locker room of course and the showers but not enough, he never had time to let his eyes wander for so long. Not like this, where Billy had the opportunity because his black lenses covered him. His eyes did tend to follow the line of Steve's big shoulders down to his slim waist briefly because you're not supposed to look. And if Billy let himself he wouldn't be able to stop. Like right now.

Steve was wearing- he, Billy knows Steve is rich or something. Since he lives in the better part of town. But this?

Steve looks like a model from an expensive magazine. Vaguely he recalls from a time when his mom had to stash him at work because the nanny bailed on her. A magazine heavy and glossy that belongs to a big fancy house. He remembers mom telling him don't touch anything, sit tight until I'm done and I'll give you candy. As she gave him the first thing she found to entertain himself while she cleaned. Billy tried to read it. some of the letters he knew but he couldn't make a lick of sense off them, but it was filled with pictures anyway and he spent an afternoon looking at men and women dressed for parties or dressed for the beach.

Steve looks like he belongs there. Long soft hair, skin shining. Billy wants to taste every part of him.

Steve's shoulders are hunched as if he can tell Billy is looking. Harrington takes his sweet time giving him his attention.

Steve's lips are sucking on a popsicle. Making his lips red and shiny making this so much harder for Billy so he leaves the pleasantries to Max. He's never gonna get this chance again.

Until he has to stop looking at Steve's fingers when Max sharply stabs her pointy elbow into his arm. He has no idea what is happening but he maintains his cool and slides his shades to slowly leer at Steve. He makes his offer knowing Steve won't say yes because that's what he always does when he's exposed with his presence and it's only Billy's entire fault. He can at least say that much.

Then the younger Byers is tripping over himself to share his popsicle and while Billy can smile over that, his eyes don't stray from the drop of sweat that travels down Steve's temple.

Steve makes a face and it shouldn't make Billy light up like a fucking cheap neon sign but it fucking does because it means he wins.

His plan is to chomp on the popsicle and be done with the whole thing until, until Steve Harrington says "just the tip" and Billy is not a saint but he thinks somewhere out there someone should build him a shrine when he shuts his trap about it (but mostly It's because he's trying not to choke).

He dares Steve to move when he doesn't take the popsicle. Steve's bitchy face is all he ever needs to get him going, so he does his most for it. Steve gets closer and when Billy meets him halfway his gold Virgin Mary medal clanks against the driver's door.

Billy is looking right at Steve when he deepthroats that cherry popsicle. Sees the way Steve swallows and thinks gotcha.

See, Billy is going places.

He pops it back with one hand when the bushy kid screams tramping over Sinclair to get into the car. Not even the dread of having five kids on his backseat can overshadow this.

But still, he crosses over the metaphorical straight line to test Steve. His fingers tingle when he touches Steve's warm skin and pulls softly on the red hem of the crop top "I love summer" he says cheekily when he means exactly what Steve thinks he means but he can't say, with the Oliver Twist wannabes behind him.

He enjoys the shiver that he elicits when he ghosts his fingers over Steve's happy trail.

Billy's gonna get it.

He smiles and tries not to crash his car when Steve sits in the passenger side his legs in full display.

He swears mentally. Billy can't die yet so he keeps his eyes on the road. He can feel every time Steve moves. The kids start screaming about god knows what and Steve turns to yell at them and Billy can smell him.