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But, it can’t be helped. The heat of the day seeps into the evening and leaves Steve sticky with sweat in his bed, tossing and turning and hoping that sleep would come, but it couldn’t. Wouldn’t.
So, he slips out of his window and goes to the shore.
It’s the middle of the night but the moon is bright and full and round above him, reflecting off of the waves as he walks down the shore alone. It’s peaceful, but he’s still hot, so he heads to the small lagoon he goes to whenever he needs to cool off during the day.
Surely, it should be the same at night.
When he arrives, it’s quiet, and the water glows green and blue from algae. It’s gorgeous, he has to admit, and he quickly undresses as he eyes the still water.
He enters slowly, sighing in relief as the cool water soothes his hot skin, promising comfort and relief the deeper he goes, until the water laps at his chest.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, Steve dunks himself underwater.
When he surfaces, he isn’t alone.
He yelps, like a startled animal, and stares wide-eyed at the other in front of him.
A man, like him, with long blond hair that’s wet from the water. It spills down his shoulders and spreads in the water like golden ink, his face young and handsome, although the longer Steve looks, the more he realizes that the other isn’t human.
Those eyes tell him otherwise. Shimmering like the glowing algae, framed by long lashes, Steve sees the bottom of the ocean in that pupil-less stare.
“Um,” he mutters, struck with fear because he knows about mermaids, knows that they should be avoided, but a sense of calm washes over him the longer he looks. He starts to think that being dragged to the bottom of the ocean wouldn’t be so bad if this creature were the one to do it.
Full lips spread into a small, curious smile and the Mer tilts his head, eyeing Steve with interest, but he says nothing. He doesn’t move, either.
But, he does start to hum, low and soft. It’s alluring and Steve finds himself wading closer, lips parting in awe as his eyes flit across the man’s face. The closer he gets, the clearer he sees the pearlescent scales on the Mer’s skin, the necklaces made of pearls and shells and sea glass, a fishhook pierced through the lobe of a pointed ear.
And the creature speaks like a song, soft and soothing to Steve’s ear as he threatens, “Come any closer and I’ll drag you to the depths.”
Steve stops, just inches away, and the Mer smirks. He lifts a webbed hand from the water and trails his fingertips across Steve’s cheek, touching gently, like this is his first time seeing another creature, too.
Steve lifts his own hand to touch the Mer but the creature is quick to swim away with a slap of his tail at the surface, splashing Steve with saltwater, even laughing in glee as it stings his eyes.
“Jerk,” Steve huffs, wiping his eyes with both hands, and when he lowers them the creature is gone.
Fear strikes him for a moment, thinking that the Mer has gone underwater to take him, but minutes pass and nothing happens. The lagoon is still and peaceful, the sound of waves distant and soothing.
Steve can’t deny the disappointment he feels as he finally leaves the water. Not that he was wishing for a watery death, but this is the closest he’s ever been to something so magical and he wishes it hadn’t ended so soon. Does the creature have a name? Where did he come from? Is this lagoon his home? Does he go here every night?
After redressing and exhausting his mind with unanswered questions, Steve glances at the water again and spots the creature there, wading in the shallow depths with an interested expression on his face. He gives Steve a smile before slipping underwater again, out of sight, leaving Steve with an ache to know.
I’ll come back tomorrow, he decides, searching the water before looking up at the glowing moon, I promise.
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Steve reclined on the rock, leaning back to bask in the sun’s warm rays. His tail glinted blue-green in the light, scales that had landed him plenty of attention in his small community located out in the kelp. The merfolk in his area found him attractive, and in previous years, he’d taken a fair share of them to his bed.
His previous romps in the kelp were hardly on his mind in this moment, though. His thoughts focused on the bigger picture of his life over the last few years. He’d been nicknamed King Steve and had parties in his parents’ home in a highly-coveted, stylish section of a sunken voyage ship. He’d had a pretty girlfriend and lots of friends.
Steve leaned back on his elbows and slapped his fin against the water as he saw Billy swimming off in the distance. There was a flash of a seawater blond tail before Billy emerged on the surface nearby.
“Pretty boy,” he said, just like he had when he first met Steve -- it used to be a jeer, and now it was just an endearment. “What’s got your tail in a twist?”
Steve sighed and patted the rock next to him.
Billy pushed up gracefully onto the rock, biceps flexing. He was just as sexy as the day he first swam into the small Hawkins Kelp Community -- muscular, honey blond curls, piercing blue eyes, a tail that made nearly every merperson swoon, only now he donned scars all over his abdomen from a fight with a monster. The scars only added to his appeal.
“Well?” Billy asked. “Gonna spill? You only come here when you’re feeling all goddamn mopey.”
“Remember that night we had a fight at the Byers’ place?”
Billy narrowed his eyes. “Doesn’t sound familiar.”
Steve huffed a laugh. “Fuck off. God you’re the worst.”
Billy rolled his eyes and brushed his tail fin against Steve’s. Steve let his fin curl briefly around Billy’s before pulling it back. “Yes. I remember.”
“I was just thinking about how far we’ve come, y’know? Like you used to be breathing down my neck at every turn -- fucking with me no matter which way I went. I went to play aquaball, there you were swimming laps around me. I went to help Dustin and the kids, there you were. I went to go to a party to try to cut loose, and there you were, up in my face. I mean, even my friends kept their distance from me after you showed up.”
Billy shrugged. “Tommy is kind of a dick, though.”
Steve thought about it. “Yeah.”
“His entire crew? Buncha douchebags.”
“Okay, yeah, I know. They wanted to use me for my place. But that’s just like an example of the kind of shift I’m talking about. You know that weird feeling you get right before a storm?”
Billy nodded.
“Kind of like that. Kind of like, you came along like a tropical storm or something, all anger and crashing waves, but when everything settled, the water was so peaceful and clear. I had a sort-of little brother in Dustin, and a friendship with Robin. The negative assholes in my life had fucked off. And here you are.”
“That’s what got you up on your Sad Times at Ridgemont High rock? Thinking about how I came along and fucked up your life?”
Steve inhaled and tried again. “You didn’t fuck up my life, Billy. I mean. You did. But in a good way. Yeah we fought, but after all of that everything felt much clearer, especially after you apologized. Like I knew who my real friends were. And I could picture how I wanted things to be.”
“And how do you want things to be, King Steve?” Billy flicked his tail against Steve’s again, and if Steve let out a little hmm at the sensation, well. He just couldn’t help those kinds of noises.
Steve huffed a laugh. “Like I don’t need to be King Steve. I don’t have to live up to my dad’s expectations. I have what I need, and I’m happy.”
The pressure of Billy’s fin grew more firm, and this time the tips of them curled around Steve’s fin. “Glad you’re happy, pretty boy.”
Steve slid his fin back and forth over Billy’s, and Billy shifted a bit on the rock, tail flexing. “Well. I’m mostly happy. This is my Sad Times rock, like you said.”
“Okay. Spill, Harrington. What’s the missing piece?”
Steve wrapped up Billy’s tail fin in his own. “You were my rival. Then you were -- well, not a friend, but not a rival, either. And shit changed over time and you did become my friend. It’s you, Billy. You’re my missing piece.”
Steve felt his heartbeat thundering against his chest, and the gills fluttered on his neck out of anticipation. He reached his hand over and touched his pinky finger to Billy’s.
Billy slid his fingers on top of Steve’s. “Bout time. Jesus christ.” He smiled and leaned over to take Steve’s lips in a kiss, his tail sliding against Steve’s.
Steve returned the kiss and slid his hand up into Billy’s hair, touching the curls there gently as his mind raced about how his parents would be pissed, how they might kick him out and --
And then Billy’s tongue slipped over the crease of Steve’s lips, and when Billy’s tongue touched Steve’s, Steve thought, fuck it.
If his parents were going to be pissed, if he was forced to leave his cushy room in the sunken ship, then fuck it. He’d find a small home along the coral with Billy. Because there was no way after he felt what it was like to kiss Billy, to have Billy’s tail pressed against his own, that he’d ever be able to go a day without it again.
That night they swam quietly into Steve’s room and Billy fell asleep with Steve spooned up behind him, Steve’s tail wrapped protectively over his own with the moonlight shimmering on the surface above them.
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the first time steve reaches out to try and touch it, billy bats his hand away with a powerful swipe. steve holds his hand close to his chest and stares at the merman, who’s now baring his sharp, sharp teeth at him. but once billy gets more comfortable with steve and he realizes steve isn’t going to hurt him, he begins to allow the human to get closer and closer. so steve tries again. steve brushes a hand gently along the shimmering scales of billy’s tail and billy lets out these clicks of happiness because it feels really good.
