#lemoncello

Billy was sort of drifting in and out. He would come to with Harrington over him, Billy’s back sliding against the makeshift nest of school towels, his body pulled taut with desire. It seemed like every single atom and piece of his body would ache out for Steve, pulsing like a heartbeat, and then he would fade away and come to with his arms wrapped around Steve, pressing their foreheads together and murmuring sweet nonsense.

It wasn't like he planned it. They'd been the last in the shower, and Harrington had been lingering under the spray. His back had been to Billy, and Billy might have started daydreaming, looking at the taut muscles of Steve's back, his high tight ass. No one at school knew that Billy was an omega, he took the highest dose of blockers possible for his size. And his size was a lot. So he was normally tranq-ed up so bad he couldn't smell a thing. But in the shower, with the hot steam opening up his sinuses, Harrington's lithe, perfect body could fill the space with his scent and Billy wouldn’t complain.

He rubbed soap across his chest for what could be the third time and wondered idly if Steve could smell him here. Billy was so turned on he could nearly smell it too, though that was probably just the daydream. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, lazy and soft and slow.

Harrington turning too, was in slow motion, hazy with steam. He said something, but no words came out, just like a daydream. He really was alarmingly pretty, all flushed, his brows drawn up in concern.

Concern. Why would he be concerned?

The room has seemed to tip sideways and then he was being held awkwardly in Steve's arms, half held up by the wall. His legs felt like jelly, but it was fine because Steve was here soclosesoclose.

Harrington's pretty pink mouth was opening and closing but it took Billy several moments before he could bring himself around.

"...Heat?" Harrington asked, "Hargrove, are you okay? Smells like someone’s going into heat."

Harrington's smell, like mint and freshly picked oranges, swirled into Billy's head and sent a wave of pleasurepainpleasureohfuckfuck. Harrington was surprisingly strong for a shorter guy, never was that more evident than when Billy's knees nearly gave out under him.

Strong. Such a strong alpha. And pretty, he would give us such pretty...

"My dad," Billy slurred, "My dad's gonna kill me."

Harrington just frowned harder, "Hargrove... are you an omega?"

Billy tried to get his feet under him, "You can't t-tell..."

Harrington was leaning in, inhaling with that strong sloped nose, "Hargrove you're going into heat?"

"C-can't be. I'm on... like 900 milligrams a day."

Harrington hissed, "That's a lot."

"I need 'm," He blinked slowly, "I can't... can't go into heat."

"Well you... are so," Harrington blinked those pretty Bambi eyes up at him.

Billy sucked in a breath of Steve Harrington's signature air, trying to ignore the way the scent was filling his mind with contradictory statements. Things like that he needed to make a nest, and he needed to beg Harrington to stay, and he needed condoms because if he had a pup his dad would kill him, and also Harrington wouldn't want his pups, but also Billy neededneededneeded Harrington to fill him with pups he needed it.

His head was spinning.

"I can't... I can't Harrington," Billy clung, not even caring that he was saying he couldn't while his body was definitely telling him he could, needed to, needed so badly.

"Look, it will be okay," Harrington blinked, slicking his hair back from his forehead, "I'll help. It'll be over in just a few hours, okay."

Billy whimpered. He should protest but his body was making it hard to remember why through the fog of Steve and the almost painful, cramping need that rushed through him.

“Come on,” Steve started to tug a little, “let’s get you dry.”

Dry wasn’t really a possibility any more, Billy could feel the slick dripping between his legs. He exhaled, leaning into Steve’s hold, while still feeling like he might crush him.

“Y-you’re stronger than you look,” He whispered, not sure if he meant it as a come on or not.

“And you’re burning up,” Steve pressed a cool hand to Billy’s forehead and Billy nearly whimpered again, biting his lip hard to keep it in. Steve probably just meant to hold Billy through the heat, soothe it a little. Billy should keep his feelings about that to himself.

But that’s not what happens. Steve towels Billy off carefully once he sits him on a bench, leaning down and brushing Billy’s forehead with one wet lock of his hair.

Steve slung the towel over Billy’s shoulders, “It’s a good thing you can sit, I’m not sure I would be able to reach otherwise.”

“You... yeah... short stuff,” Billy had a come back in him somewhere. Only it was taking everything in him not to squirm against the hard bench. He could feel himself get impossibly slicker, but he couldn’t let it show. Harrington knew what a heat was, no need to rub it in.

“I gotta lock the door,” Steve rubbed the towel across Billy’s neck, “Okay?”

“Yea, okay, ‘s fine,” Billy locked all his muscles, trying not to lean into Harrington’s touch, “You can go too. As long as no one can get in, I’ll be s-safe.”

Brown eyes just lingered, “I may... I feel like I’m close to a rut. I shouldn’t be out there with...”

Everyone. Yeah. There was a reason why that was a bad idea, but all Billy could think was alpha’s going to stay alpha needs like me needsneedsneeds me.

Billy couldn’t hide the little whimper that trickled out of his throat.

“Is it okay? If it’s me?” Harrington asked.

Billy just blinked at him, trying to comprehend his good fortune.

“It’s okay right?” Steve reached out and touched Billy’s jaw with the tip of his index finger, “Billy?”

He didn’t mean to. But Steve was just there, and so sweet and so... hot. Billy tugged him closer and wrapped his arms around Steve almost roughly, pulling him into a a sloppy kiss that had Billy groaning. His head was filled with steam and Steve and slippery sensations of sliding towards something else. Something wonderful.

Steve pulled back, his eyes still closed, and Billy took the moment to just look at him. Even if it was just once, he had kissed-

Steve straddled Billy, hands going everywhere, teeth biting into Billy’s lower lip. He nearly growled, setting his hands everywhere he could reach.

Someone pounded on the door, and they ignored them, grabbing hard wherever they could. Billy finally, finally, got his hands on Steve’s high ass and groaned, feeling himself towed under by another wave of lust.

The pounding, and not the kind of pounding Billy was looking for, only got louder.

Finally, when Billy couldn’t take it any more, He lifted Steve by his beautiful ass and walked over to the door.

“Fuck. Off,” Billy snarled.

“Hargrove? Is Harrington in there-” It was coach’s voice and that almost snapped Billy out of his haze.

“I said, fuck off,” Billy hissed, “Alpha shit, coach. Door’s locked for a reason.”

Billy could hear shoes shuffling on the other side of the door and maybe coach was saying something... But Harrington was running one of his pretty long fingers along the side of Billy’s face.

“Aww, look at my big bad wolf,” Steve leaned in and nipped at Billy’s earlobe, catching Billy’s smaller gold earring between his teeth, “What big ears you have.”

“Shut up,” Billy could feel his ears turning red instantly. He rolled his shoulder, trying to brush Harrington off without dropping him.

Harrington kissed the tips of his ears, “And what soft hair you have.”

He ran his fingers through the nape of Billy’s neck and Billy whimpered, pressing them against the door.

“What warm skin you have Billy,” Steve nuzzled their cheeks together, grinding against Billy with the new leverage they had.

“The better to burn you,” Billy snorted.

“The better to burn you, alpha,” Steve corrected. He ground against Billy, their cocks leaking a little against Billy’s stomach, pumping the air with Steve’s scent.

Billy could only whimper in response, and it echoed off the locker doors.

“What strong arms you have, Billy,” Steve bounced just a little, setting every point of contact on fire.

“The better to hold you with, alpha,” Billy meant the last word to come out sarcastically, but of course it didn’t not while he neededneededneeded to hold Steve close. Needed to be his, his, always his.

“And what a nice, big,” Steve leaned in and kissed his mouth, once, than again, and again, “Heart.”

“T-the better to uh...” Billy’s thoughts scattered. Maybe it was an innuendo. Maybe he meant Billy’s cock. Maybe.

“Go on,” Harrington prompted, “The better to love you with, alpha.”

Maybe this was some sort of heat thing he didn’t know about. Billy’d never been with anyone through his heat he always just sort of gone through it alone, in a haze with his room locked tight from the other side. Maybe this was what always happened, people pretended to be in love or something.

“I noticed you watching, Billy,” Harrington kissed his cheek, “Don’t over think it. I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay,” Billy said shakily, though there was a relief in the way the order was phrased. Soft, with a question. Billy liked soft with a question.

Harrington smiled then, his eyes going darker as he watched Billy’s face.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, alpha,” Billy murmurered.

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