Later that night...

Billy reached, pulling Steve towards him, parked out of sight down the road from Steve's house. Plunging his hands through Steve's thick hair drove him absolutely wild. Eyes closed, he moaned as their mouths opened and closed. Plunging his tongue deeply into Steve's warm wet mouth, he smiled through the kiss, sucking inward, tasting the faint taste of cherries and butterscotch ice cream. Letting one of his hands which were gently tugging on Steve's hair, and let one drop into Steve's lap. There he gently cupped Steve's crotch, feeling a pulsing buldge from beneath the material of his jeans. Groaning, Steve gave a wet sloppy kiss, smacking his lips against Billy's. Panting, trying to catch his breath, Steve pressed his hand against Billy's chest, gently pushing him back, before licking his pouty swollen lips. Smirking, he breathed a heavy sigh before shaking his head.

"I really gotta go..."

Billy sighed not wanting this night to stop. It had been perfect, absolutely perfect.

"Listen, tomorrow night...meet me at the pool after closing. Say...eight?"

Steve smiled nodding, before lifting Billy's hand that had been twisting, cupping, and gently squeezing between Steve's legs. Taking it, he gently placed it against the side of his cheek, staring right into his eyes before smiling.

"I mean it Billy. I love you. Tonight was...amazing."

Billy smirked and nodded.

"I know princess. I love you too. Sorry again if I was too rough."

Steve chuckled shaking his head before turning Billy's hand and gently kissing his fingertips.

"Never. Love you."

Leaning in one last time, Steve kissed Billy softly on the lips before pulling back, leaving Billy wanting more. Hungry and frustrated, Billy felt all ready another erection tightening in his jeans. Smiling, he let out a frustrated sigh before watching Steve pull back, open the car door and leave him. Leaning in through the rolled down window, Steve smiled and winked at him, driving Billy absolutely mad.

"Night."

Billy grinned before Steve turned and started jogging up the dark road towards his driveway that led up to his house. So far since this whole "thing" started between the two of them Billy had snuck into Steve's bedroom dozens of times, even taking a midnight dip in Steve's pool when his parents were both out of town. Watching him, Billy let out a deep sigh remembering the night he knew for certain he had fallen head over heels for "King" Steve."

Halloween 1984

Billy had been leaning against the railing of the front porch of Tommy's, smoking a cigarette as some chick named Cathy was unsuccessfully flirting with him, dressed in leg warmers, and sparkle tights. Billy was still bare chested, wearing his leather jacket, and drinking a can of beer. He had caught a pretty good buzz after breaking the keg's record, as well as doing shots, and having a few beers. He had danced with a few girls, and saw plenty of these mid-western losers were practically throwing themselves at him to either be his friend, worship him, or like all these air headed girls want to screw him. They all wanted to know what California was, and gushed over his "cool" car, and had millions of questions for him. Instead, Billy played it cool. Mostly staying silent, giving one word answers, and keeping up the whole "mysterious" front to everyone. He found himself out front, still hearing the music from inside blast as he watched a guy who wasn't Steve load a very wasted Nancy into his station wagon. Billy watched closely, before his eyes tracked over and saw Steve, arms crossed further down the lawn near the shed watching disgusted. The guy circled around, got into the wagon, started it up, and backed out of the driveway.

Looked like things weren't exactly going well for Steve and that prissy girlfriend of his. He had seen her get wrecked inside, spilling a drink on herself when Steve tried to stop her from going to the punch bowl again. Billy at that moment had been on one of the sofas sitting between Tommy and some kid named Jake. A girl who he couldn't remember what her name was sat on his lap as the guys shared beers and compared recent basketball scores. Billy pretended to be listening, but he closely watched the scene unfold. Steve followed Nancy down the hallway towards the bathroom and less than a few minutes later Steve returned looking absolutely gutted. Billy kept his eyes on him and less than fifteen minutes later he found himself outside watching Steve's girlfriend leave with a different guy. Flicking his smoke down, he ignored Cathy and walked down the front steps, and headed down the gentle slope of the lawn towards Steve who appeared to be hunting for his car keys, ready to leave the party himself. Billy approached him.

"Hey Harrington!"

Steve looked up and instantly seemed annoyed.

"Not in the mood Hargrove, the title is all yours...keg king of Hawkins, big deal."

Billy smirked and held his hands up in defense as he approached him as Steve snaked one hand into his pants' pocket, trying to bring up his keys.

"Just teasing dude, sensitive huh?"

Steve shrugged, not making eye contact.

"Yeah well, I guess I've had my fill of bullshit tonight."

Before Billy could say anything Steve yanked out his keys with a faint jingle sound as they fell through his fingers and fell onto the grass. Billy and Steve at the same exact time leaned down to pick them up before both froze. Both were bending down, and looked up, their faces less than an inch away. There was a strange silence that hushed over the two as they locked eyes. Billy felt a building heat in his stomach as he stared and suddenly felt that strange fluttering feeling within him. Steve stared, before blinking and breaking the moment. Grabbing his keys, he stood up quickly, cheeks flushed.

"Um, I gotta book...see you at school..."

He muttered walking past him in a hurry. Billy's arm shot out like a bullet, and grabbed Steve's arm, firmly gripping his arm, fingers digging in. Steve stopped and stared. Both locked eyes again before Billy smirked, enjoying having this power over him.

"Hey...don't sweat it...princess."

For just a fraction of a second Billy thought he saw a flickering of a smile in Steve's eyes. It didn't last long, maybe a mere half a second...and then it was gone. Still, Billy saw it, and knew that Steve felt it. Looking uncomfortable, Steve cleared his throat, before pulling his arm away and hurrying up the lawn to his car. Turning, Billy decided that he was going to see if Hawkins truly was going to be worth it after all. Watching Steve's ass bounce as he climbed the hill towards the driveway, Billy chuckled, running his tongue over his lips. It was at that exact moment, he knew...he was falling...and falling hard.

Present

Billy had parked on the street, and killed the engine before sneaking around to the side of the house and hiking himself up through his open window. He was sure Neil was passed out in front of the TV with a six-pack, and was in no mood for that asshole to spoil this special night for him. Instead he did what he usually did. He slid on his stomach carefully, and braced the floor, before standing up in the darkness of his bedroom. Less than a half an hour later, he was undressed in a baggy tank top and basketball shorts. His flat stomach slowly raised and fell with each breath as he laid on his bed, hands behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling, playing back every moment of tonight.

Earlier...

Steve laid on his stomach in the backseat of the Camaro. Billy had just finished jerking him off, and was straddling him, hovering over him, ready to aim and take position. He stared at Steve's pale smooth ass, and felt his erection pulsing in his hand, throbbing, ready to take him. They had spent the last hour doing four-play, getting ready to finally do this. To humor him, Billy had rolled a condom on, and now knelt down, balancing on the small back seat, before entering him. Using his muscular thighs, he gently parted Steve's legs, before he instructed him to scooch up on his knees slowly.

Steve do so silently, and Billy could tell he was nervous. Leaning down, he gently rubbed Steve's bare back, before kissing the back of his neck and brushing his hair away.

"Are you ready?" Steve licked his lips and nodded.

"Yeah, just...go slow okay?"

Billy grinned, before he positioned himself, one hand holding onto the side of Steve's hip. With one heavy breath, he pushed forward...and entered him.

Present.

Billy smiled, remembering that moment, and licked his lips. He knew falling this hard for Steve Harrington was going to be a problem. If anybody even dared to lay their hands on him or hurt him, Billy knew for certain one thing was true. He would kill them.

Smiling, he closed his eyes, replaying that hour in his car over and over in his mind, making it last forever.