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The beat thrummed in Steve's bones, lit his blood on fire, eased the weight in his chest. For one night he could just be free. He could just be another face in the crowd. The band on stage wasn't one Steve had listened to before, but it didn't matter. The air was electric from the sheer passion pouring out of them and Steve was devouring it. But he was also very thirsty and hot, and if he wanted to be in any shape to enjoy Twenty One Pilots, he needed something to drink.Ā
Steve shoved his way toward the bar, knocking into two girls who seemed far more interested in each other than they did the concert. One of them glanced up and she looked incredibly familiar. Did Steve have a class with her? But his attention was drawn away when his eyes caught sight of a familiar mane of blonde curls.
Steve opened his mouth to call out to him, but the guy ducked away and disappeared into the crowd. Whatever. Steve stepped up to the bar and bought a wildly overpriced bottle of water. He had brought more than enough money with him, but charging four bucks for water was insane. He was going to sip that water like it was some kind of fine wine. Like a⦠well, Steve didn't really know. He'd never paid much attention to the wines his parents broke out for dinners.Ā
Steve slinked back into the crowd, sipping on his fine bottled water. He made his way, half absent-mindedly, half intentionally, in the general direction the cute blonde had gone. A grin began to carve its way delicately across Steve's face. If that guy really had been him⦠Oh man. He pushed through masses of bodies. Dancing bodies. Sweaty bodies. But none of them were the body he wanted. No, wait, that's⦠That's not what Steve had meant to think. He meant⦠It was just- Billy.Ā
There he was, that telltale halo of curly hair, that cute scowl. Billy's eyes caught Steve's, all glittering ocean. They went wide before he ducked away and disappeared into the crowd again. Steve called after him and pushed his way toward where Billy had disappeared. Ahead, there was someone throwing open a side door and storming out into the cool night.Ā
Steve stepped out, standing there to watch as Billy tucked a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. There was a rasp and a burst of flame as he lit the tip, the fire casting his face in golden light. The cherry burned bright as Billy inhaled, and Steve meandered over to him.Ā
"Got an extra?"Ā
Billy looked up and groaned, his eyed fluttering shut. He sighed and held out his pack. "Thought you quit."
Steve took a cigarette from the pack, shrugging. "Only kind of. For Nancy." He slipped the cig into his mouth and waited for Billy to light it. "Wasn't very good at it."
A plume of smoke trickled tantalizingly from Billy's lips as he chuckled. "Yeah, not surprised."
Steve scoffed. "The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Billy shook his head and light glinted off the dangly spike earring looped through the tunnel in his ear. Steve wanted to touch it, play with it. He always wanted to touch Billy.Ā
"You have aā¦" Billy gestured at his mouth. Steve didn't respond, just stared at his lips, like they were the only thing that mattered. "...an oral fixation." Steve snorted and started coughing. "What? You do. You're always chewing on pencils during class, or your fork during lunch-"Ā
"You been watching me, Hargrove?" Steve gave him a wide grin. There was a beat where Steve thought he might say yes, felt the word snag on the air.
"God, no." But Billy's cheeks flushed a little pink and he looked down at the cigarette between his fingers. "I just notice things, is all. Besides, you're the one who's been following me around all night."
"First of all, it was for, like, five minutes. Tops. And what the Hell are you doing here anyway?" Steve looked around "Not really your scene. Not enough tattoos. Or holes." He flicked Billy's earring.Ā
Billy rolled his eyes. "Max dragged me along."
Steve snorted again. If Steve hadn't known better, he'd might have believed him. "Sure she did. That's why she pretended to puke on me when I offered to bring her with."
"I⦠Lost a bet." Billy let it fall like he had lost interest in the lie halfway through.Ā
"Mhm, sure." Steve nudged Billy with his elbow and smiled. The blonde looked at him warily. "It's alright. I won't tell anyone I saw you here. Secret's safe with meā¦"
A small smile broke out across Billy's face before blooming into a chuckle. "Good. Otherwise I'd have to kick your ass."
Steve's eyes were wide when he turned to Billy "Yeah⦠no thanksā¦" There were many things Steve wanted from Billy, but an ass-kicking, as far as he knew, was not one of them.Ā
They stayed out there for a while, their cigarettes burning down to the filters, their lungs taking in the starry night, their eyes devouring one another, memorizing every tilt of the other's head, every twitch of his lips. They stayed until the music inside lulled, signaling the last band's set was over and the headliners would be setting up soon. Half of Steve wanted to go back inside and watch the band he had come there to see. The other half just wanted to stare at Billy for the rest of the night.Ā
"Can I have a sip of your water?" Billy asked. Steve was a little surprised, but at the same time, he'd seen the guy do plenty of surprising things in the few months he'd known him.
"Sure." He handed over the bottle. "Keep it."
They stayed a couple minutes longer, Billy sipping from Steve's water, smirking and speaking in a hushed tone that made Steve's knees weak, their eyes locked on one another. Neither of them actually suggested heading back in. Billy simply slinked his arm around Steve's shoulders, halfway through a joke he was telling, and guided Steve inside. The air inside the venue was absolutely vibrating with anticipation, and the two boys looked at each other, grinning excitedly.Ā
Billy grabbed Steve's hand and swiftly began pushing his way toward the stage, dragging a shocked Steve behind him. The boy half apologized the whole way there for all of Billy's nudging and shoving, but couldn't help the building excitement when they grew closer and closer to the stage. At last, they reached the barricade at the front and Billy maneuvered Steve up against the railing, placing a hand on either side of him and pinning him to the rail. For as much as Billy oozed sexual energy, the gesture felt more protective than anything, and when Steve looked back at him, he saw Billy's body jerk forward as he buffered the crowd. Steve turned back to the stage and smiled to himself, waiting for the band to start their set.Ā
The moment the two stepped onto the stage, the entire atmosphere exploded. Steve's ears rang and he looked back to see a huge grin plastered across Billy's face. It looked so good on him, so much better than his signature scowl. Steve tugged gently on Billy's earring and the blonde looked down, smile somehow growing even wider.Ā
Billy said something, and though Steve couldn't hear him, he watched Billy's lips form the words pretty boy. And that was it. Steve was lost for him.Ā
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āHey, Harrington,ā Billy called, throwing open the door to Family Home Video and breezing past the sign that Steve had just flipped to closed. āCan I get some service over here?ā
Steve sighed, huffed out, āWeāre closed, sorry.ā
āWell I got a hot date tonight,ā Billy said, following when Steve moped his way back to the register. āSo I need something romantic, you know? Gotta set the mood.ā
Acting far more confident than he ever felt around Billy, Steve cocked a brow and started counting the float. āWhat? Think your dateās gonna put out?ā
āI donāt know, they have been pretty distant lately,ā Billy leaned over, face in his palms and elbows on the counter, tan chest on full display because apparently he didnāt know how buttons worked (not that Steve cared) and just as he was about to turn away, ignore Billy in favour of locking the cash in the safe and hip-checking the register closed, Billy reached out a hand. Index finger hooking under Steveās chin, thumb caressing the curve of his jaw, Billy tilted Steveās head so he could finally look at those big brown eyes. āGonna tell me whatāsĀ been on that pretty little mind of yours?ā
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