#goddamn pining

It's also the one day where it is oh so easy to hook up with any melancholic chick, to soothe her broken heart when she didn't get asked out like all of her friends, and really needs a shoulder to cry on, strong arms to hold her.

Which is, of course, also dangerous grounds to walk on, because next thing you know, she thinks it's love. And what's love got to do with it? It would be nothing more than a quick dip in the sheets, or in the back of his camaro. It's only physical, but apparently bitches never understands that.

Unfortunately, this year is different. February 14th, 1984, in shitty little Hawkins, Indiana.

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Tina Turner don't know shit, Billy thinks and scowls, as if the song is aimed at him and how he's staring. Takes another gulp of his cup.

“Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken.”

Shut up.

“It may seem to you that I'm acting confused when you're close to me-”

-

And his hand, hanging down by his side next to Steve, moves in search of warm skin to satiate the cravings of a neglected heart. Hears the lyrics in his head-

“You must understand though the touch of your hand makes my pulse react, that it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl.”

-even though the band must have moved on to a different song by now.

And the way Steve doesn't pull away from the touch, but rather moves into it sends a jolt of electricity to Billy's heart; like what he imagines the sensation of defibrillators reviving you must be like. He has to look away in case it shows on his face, how elated he feels from this slight bit of attention.

How easy it is to break him.

“-I've been thinking about my own protection; it scares me to feel this way.”

-

He feels how Steve moves his hips, grooves along with the faint rhythm of what's behind this tall wall. Grinds his hardening dick against his own slight erection. Notices the stutter that trembles through Steve's motion whenever Billy moans.

Teasingly so, he whispers out, “Stevie,” and grabs him by the hips.

“Ah, Billy, I'm-” Steve bites down on his lip to strangle a lascivious little sound.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Billy grins wide and looks down where he can just barely see that gorgeous bulge.

Then he lifts up his leg; puts his foot against the wall so that his bent leg can slot in between Steve's thighs, perfectly pushing up against where he's so needy.