âYouâre a witch hunter,â Steve says, cold trickling down his spine, and Billy gives him a slow blink.
âWell, yeah,â he says, as though this means nothing to him at all. Steve sighs.
âSo Iâm a witch?â he points out, hauling himself up onto an elbow so he can look at Billy.Â
But it only makes it worse. Because when he looks at Billy heâs reminded by everything that heâd be giving up. Everything that heâs spent his life searching for.
âI donât really give a fuck, Harrington,â Billy says flatly, stretching his long arms above his head. Steve watches the muscles flex, how the motion makes his red t-shirt shift just enough to reveal a strip of creamy tanned skin. âItâs not like my family are really active hunters anymore.â
âYour dad will be pissed,â Steve says quietly, because he knows enough about Neil Hargrove to know that while no, the Hargroves donât hunt anymore, that Billyâs dad definitely wonât let him stay with a witch. And a male one at that.
Billy scoffs loudly.
âI really donât give a fuck,â he says again, bitterness creeping into his voice. âAnd neither should you.â
Steve flops back down onto the tartan blanket and stares up into the glittering night sky. His backyard has always been perfect for this sort of thing - the clear open sky above Loch Nora, the soft glow of the pool, the complete absence of his parents. Steve had had very different intentions in mind when he invited Billy over for dinner and some stargazing. It had been a perfect third date, right up until Steve had caught sight of the witch hunter's mark on Billyâs wrist.Â
âI donât care,â he lies. Because even though Billy rents a shitty studio apartment above the bowling alley, heâs still not free of Neil Hargrove. The distance isnât going to be enough to save Billy, and Steve doesnât need any runes or cards to tell him that. He can see it in the fingerprints around Billyâs wrist, in the long white scar on the soft skin of Billyâs thigh, the set of Billyâs jaw.
It terrifies Steve that Billy is choosing him over his own safety. âItâs not like the dating app has a âno witchesâ option,â Billy says flatly. âAnd I wouldnât fucking tick it anyway because I donât give a shit.â
âYou knew though,â Steve protests, because hiding a witch mark is far easier and something Billy must have deliberately covered on their past few dates. Billy had never taken his denim jacket off on their first date. And heâd worn long sleeves on their second date, and the few times heâs stopped in Family video to visit Steve. âYou knew straight away in the coffee shop, you could smell meâŠâ
âSo what if I did?â Billy bursts out, hauling himself upright. His eyes flash in the moonlight, the unearthly indigo shade of a witch hunter, and heâs never looked more beautiful. Steve sits up too, wondering if Billy can see the glow of gold in his own eyes, the color of magic. A`dead giveaway of Steveâs lineage. Witches and witch hunters have been enemies since before Salem. And while most are no longer active, itâs still unheard of for the two to mix. âI didnât care, Steve! You could have transformed into a bat in that coffee shop and I wouldnât have given a shit, alright? I didnât ask to be able to smell magic, I didnât ask for my stupid ancestors to go out burning witches and I wasnât about to stop our first date for something so idiotic and outdated.â
âNot about to tie stones to my feet and chuck me in my own pool then?â Steve asks, curling his fingers around Billyâs bare left wrist, just over the jagged witch mark seared into Billyâs skin. He can so easily spend the rest of his days with his skin pressed into Billyâs.
Billy gives him a flash of teeth and Steveâs stomach swoops at the sight of it. This night might go the way he had planned after all.Â
âNot unless you really annoy me,â Billy murmurs, eyes heavy and dark, and presses his mouth to Steveâs. Itâs not their first kiss, but itâs certainly their most honest one.Â
When the kiss grows more heated and they fall back down to the ground, Steve takes the opportunity to use a little magic. Not something he does on the day to day, not in a tiny town like Hawkins, but he thinks maybe he can show Billy that there are benefits to dating a witch. It takes Billy a good few minutes to realize that the night sky has changed to Steveâs bedroom ceiling.
âHandy,â Billy comments, looking impressed at the sudden teleportation. His hands slide further down inside Steveâs jeans and his fingers curl around the curve of Steveâs ass. Steve sucks on Billyâs full bottom lip to stifle his moan.
âGot any good spells for getting naked?â Billy asks lasciviously.Â
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