December 1984

Steve pulled his car over near the quarry after dropping Dustin off. He had caught sight of Nancy through the gym windows and instantly felt an icy cold grip around his heart. The breakup had been hard, in fact the hardest one he honestly had ever gone through. He felt that he had truly loved Nancy, and after everything they had gone through, she had chosen Jonathan. Maybe in the end, she had picked the better man. Feeling humiliated, he kept this anger and depression deep down inside of him. He had been asked out by a few girls at school, but he had turned them all down. His mother kept bringing up what a shame it was that Nancy and him hadn't lasted, especially durning senior year.. He had watched from afar as Jonathan and her held hands in the hallways, walking arm in arm. The guys all teased him, mostly Tommy that Jonathan had stolen the princess away from him. Instead Steve shrugged it off, and hid how badly it hurt. Instead he simply just wanted Nancy to be happy. After seeing her, he knew he didn't want to head straight home.

His father had a few guys from work over and they were downstairs in the den watching a hockey game and nursing whiskey on the rocks. His mother was at her aerobic's class. Needing some time alone, he drove up to the quarry, where Nancy and him had parked plenty of times before. Tonight it was deserved. It was freezing out, and there seemed to be a million sparking stars that resembled shards of ice. Killing the engine, he sat for a second, listening to the engine tick and cool before he let himself out, grabbing his vest that laid in the back seat before slamming the door. Slipping it on, he zipped it up, before letting out a deep breath, watching it come out in clouds. Leaning against the side of the car, he fought back tears as he stared off into the darkness. Suddenly the weight of everything started to come crashing down. Ever since November, he had been really losing interest in school. He started skipping class, and had just stopped playing basketball all together. The coach had been giving him a hard time, and his father had really started in on him about not applying to any schools yet.

He thought back to that night at Jonathan's when everything happened. How he knew it was officially over between Nancy and him as they stood in the back yard. He remembered seeing the guilt in her eyes before he sadly said. "It's okay Nancy...it's okay..." Now here he was, all alone. Suddenly he heard the sound of a car approaching. He glanced over, and saw headlights coming down the back dirt road. It took a second as the car came closer that he saw who it was. Frustrated, he rolled his eyes, really not in the mood. Roughly using his sleeve, he wiped his eyes as the blue Camaro rolled up and parked less than fifteen feet away. Just his luck that Billy Hargrove would pick this exact time and place to screw around with some girl as he's out here crying his eyes out. The headlights were shut off, and Billy climbed out. He was wearing jeans, a blue button up shirt, and a brown leather jacket. He climbed out, puffing on a cigarette.

"That you Harrington?"

Both hadn't said a word to each other since that night. Steve had to make up this big dumb lie that he had fallen face first with some friends to explain his busted up face to his parents. His mother bought it, but his father had been suspicious. He had seen Billy plenty of times at school, but they hadn't even looked in each other's direction.

He had two classes with Billy, including gym, but both hadn't said so much as one word to each other. Dustin had said ever since that night, he had laid off Max, and actually from what she said was being pretty decent to her.

"Yeah well if my kid sister almost ripped my balls off with a baseball bat covered in nails I might do the same thing."

Steve had joked just a few weeks ago when he bought Dustin a burger downtown after hanging at the arcade. He knew it was lame that he was spending a good portion of his time hanging with a bunch of kids, but ever since that night, he had gained a whole new respect for these kids, and actually felt no judgement when he was with him, most of all from Dustin. He had always wanted a younger sibling, and he figured Dustin might need a little guidance since his mom was single, and just like him had no siblings. Now here was Billy Hargrove, standing before him. Steve sniffled, and stared at him.

"Listen man, I'm not in the mood..."

Billy walked over, and Steve instantly saw something was different about him. His eyes looked serious, and there wasn't some big macho front. Instead, he actually looked concerned. He walked over, and flicked his smoke down onto the gravel.

"Hey man, I come in peace."

He held his hands up, palms facing out to show he wasn't looking for a fight. Steve looked at him unsure, before Billy shoved his hands into his pockets of his jacket and hunched his shoulders down, his own breath coming out in tiny puffs.

"I was out grabbing smokes after dropping Max off at that stupid dance when I saw your car drive by. I've been meaning to talk with you alone and I followed you...sorry for being a creep."

Steve raised an eyebrow before Billy walked over and stared at him.

"Listen, a lot of shit has happened lately. I...wanted to apologize. I acted like a psycho, and...well wanted to see how that lip is healing up."

Steve suddenly saw that Billy was serious. Standing back, he sighed and shrugged.

"No problem man."

Billy stared at him before noticing the tears still glimmering in Steve's brown eyes. They looked at each other, before Steve blinked, partly embarrassed before simply staring down at the ground. He kicked a few pebbles away with the toe of his sneaker, and sighed. Billy stood beside him, leaning against his car, before fishing in his pocket of his jacket for a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he offered the pack to Steve who simply shook his head. Grabbing his zip lighter, he attempted to light it, but the wind was too strong. Steve glanced over, seeing him struggling, as well as tiny bits of his dirty blond hair fluttering back slightly as well as his dangling earring. Smirking, Steve leaned over and cupped his hands around Billy's and the cigarette.

"Here..."

Billy lit the lighter, and got it going. Taking a deep drag, he nodded as Steve stepped back.

"Thanks..."

Steve nodded before Billy stared at him again, an odd feeling overcame Steve as Billy locked eyes with him, before reaching forward. Steve suddenly stiffened as Billy reached and gently touched his lip.

"Lip healed up pretty good."

Steve backed away slightly, before nodding, feeling uncomfortable, but not exactly hating the strange twinge that surged through his body when Billy's finger touched his lip. Sighing, he stood back before Billy frowned, his eyebrows drawn down.

"You come up here a lot?"

Steve shrugged, before kicking a few more pebbles.

"Used to, just needed to come up here to think."

"It's nice...the sky out here sorta reminds me of the beach back home."

Steve stared up, looking at the millions of sparkling stars.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, before we moved here...whenever things got too heavy at home and my dad was being an asshole, I would ride out to the beach, park, lay out on my hood and listen listen to the waves crashing against the surf and stare up at the stars."

Steve glanced over at Billy, and saw him staring up at the sky. Suddenly he didn't see Billy Hargrove as the big asshole who annoyed him to no end. Instead he saw a softer side to him. He actually looked happy. Steve smirked, before he looked up at the sky as well.

"Sounds nice..."

Billy nodded, still staring up, smoking his cigarette, letting out large clouds of smoke with each puff. They stayed that way, just looking up at the sky in silence for a few minutes, before Billy finished his smoke and flicked the butt to the ground.

"You okay man?"

Steve broke out of his thoughts and turned towards Billy who was staring at him.

"What?"

"You okay? I'm not ragging on you but when I first pulled up you looked like you were crying."

Steve waited for the punchline, some nasty teasing remark. Instead, Billy stared at him and actually looked sincere. Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Naw man, just same old bullshit. Just...it's been a pretty tough month."

"Is it about that Wheeler chick?"

Steve sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. I gave that Henderson kid a ride to the Snow Ball dance and I spotted her. I see her everyday but...she just looked so beautiful. Guess it's just hitting me now that it's officially over."

"Hey man, you could do a whole lot better. Like I said plenty of bitches in the sea. I see girls at school always drooling all over you."

Steve felt his cheeks burn a little as he gave a half smile and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, guess...it's just the reality that we weren't meant to be. It's stupid bullshit but...I guess between school, and the breakup, and my dad being an asshole about college next year...seeing her tonight was just the last thing I needed. Stupid huh?"

Billy shook his head.

"No, it isn't. First off, trust me I get it. I know all too well about fathers being assholes. As for Nancy, I know you could do a whole lot better trust me."

Steve shrugged.

"Yeah man I don't know..."

"Bullshit. You're Steve Harrington. Any girl would be lucky to date you."

Steve laughed before Billy turned partly and stared at him, suddenly they locked eyes again.

"I mean it. You're a catch. Nancy Wheeler is a dumb bitch."

Steve broke up laughing completely before he shook his head and leaned down picking up a rock. Stepping away from his car, he began to walk away, bending down along the way, collecting more rocks. Billy watched him puzzled, before he took in the sight of Steve's ass in his tight blue jeans. Lightly laughing himself, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip before following him, hands still inside his pockets. Both walked side by side, along the edge of the quarry, as Billy glanced over and saw what Steve was doing. He had several rocks in his hands, and was flinging them as hard as he could into the darkness of the quarry. It was so deep, you didn't even hear a sound. Billy watched Steve amused, before reaching over and plucking a rock from Steve's hands and flung it as hard as he could into the darkness. He saw Steve smirk, before Billy stopped and turned towards him.

Steve threw his last rock, before sighing and facing him.

"Seriously dude. I know we had our battles, but screw that chick...you're a catch man."

Steve stared at him waiting for the punchline, before it slowly settled over his face that Billy wasn't joking. He locked eyes with him, and that same strange thick tension settled between the two of them. Suddenly feeling Billy's eyes on him made Steve feel strange, but not in an unusual way. He felt strange all over, both curious and embarrassed. He felt suddenly overcome with a strange hot flash. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he stared feeling weird. He waited to look away, to laugh, or say something to break this strange silence. Instead, he stood there transfixed, staring into Billy's eyes. That's when they both heard the loud sound of an approaching engine. Both turned at the same exact time, looking into the darkness when they saw it as if it appeared out of nowhere. Two dirt bikes, speeding straight towards them. Both circular bright headlights shinning brightly, blinding the two of them.

Steve squinted, raising his hand to shield above his eyes and try and see whatever it was. Billy saw it, and saw they were going too fast, and they didn't see him. Instantly Billy knew they were standing right in the way. Hearing the engine sounds become even louder, on pure instinct, he grabbed hold of Steve's vest and pulled him forward towards him. He tried to step back out of the way, but he caught Steve off guard, and he felt the weight of him crash against him. Rocking back on his heels, he took hold of Steve and both crashed backwards, falling out of the way and hard against the ground. Steve falling right on top of Billy's chest, landing with a heavy thud. Billy felt his balls take a good whack and saw stars and groaned, as Steve landed directly on top of Billy's chest.

Seconds later both bikes sped by loudly, buzzing by, not even seeing them. Billy turned his head and watched as the taillights disappeared into the darkness. Brow drawing down, he couldn't believe how stupid those assholes were. That's when he turned his head up and looked at Steve who was staring straight down at him. The two locked eyes, and Billy suddenly felt himself become lost in his eyes. Forgetting about everything warning him not to do it, Billy stared up at Steve before reaching up, grabbing the back of his head and plunging his mouth against Steve's. Steve's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief for a moment, before suddenly he felt fireworks.

For the first time ever in his life, he actually felt like he was truly having his first real kiss. In total he had kissed nine different girls, this one blew all of them away. His entire body filled with a strange wonderful tingling that went straight down to his balls, causing himself he feel almost instantly form a pretty impressive erection beneath his jeans. Billy's lips were firm and strong, moving against his as if both fit perfectly like some puzzle that hadn't been solved until now. Steve heard him moan through the kiss, before he felt his tongue dart inside his mouth, sucking and tasting. Steve closed his eyes, and couldn't believe he found himself responding. He moaned in return, and he felt Billy's grip in his hair tighten. Their mouths moved against each other, sucking, and plunging, before Steve broke the kiss, lifting his head, and watching a small line of spit fall between his lips and Billy's.

The two stared at each other. Steve down at Billy, and Billy up at Steve. Both were flushed, and stared in complete and utter surprise before it hit Steve exactly what they were doing. He had just been making out with Billy Hargrove. He suddenly felt very scared. He still felt his hard-on pressing against his thigh, and was almost completely certain that Billy felt it as well. Shaken, he scrambled up, and jumped off Billy. Standing back, he ran his hands through his hair, and stared at Billy still laying there. Billy lifted his head and stared up at Steve, his eyes serious.

"Harrington...listen."

Steve used the back of his hand to wipe the back of his mouth. He couldn't believe it. Billy sighed, before he jumped up himself, and walked over. He smoothed down his shirt that had hiked up a bit, and Steve caught sight of his flat tanned stomach. Walking over, Billy suddenly looked like a predator seeking its prey. Steve gulped, almost ready to turn around and just run. Instead Billy stopped a few feet away and sighed.

"Steve listen..."

Steve thought it was strange for Billy to use his first name. He blinked with wide eyes, before Billy stared at him. Steve honestly didn't know what to say. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head.

"Billy I..."

"I felt you...that felt good didn't it?"

Steve suddenly felt as if everything was moving a million miles per second. Shaking his head, he took a shaken step back.

"No...no way...I..."

"I knew it, the second I came to town. That felt natural...nothing like how it felt whenever you were with Nancy right?"

"I..."

Before he could finish, Billy walked over and gently cupped the sides of his face with his hands. Steve froze, before Billy tilted his head up and stared at him.

"I understand if you don't like me...but I know you felt that. It was fucking amazing...so now you know my secret Harrington. You can either push me away and never talk to me again and I can just hope you'll be cool and not run your mouth. If my father ever found out he'll kill me...not just some empty threat, he'll seriously kill me. I know you don't owe me shit...but if that really did feel good...maybe you'll just take a second and hear me out."

Steve stared at him confused, when suddenly he found himself becoming lost in his eyes. Staring at him scared, he took a deep breath before saying screw it. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, tilted his head, and kissed a very surprised Billy.

Present

"So you'll meet me at the pool at eight?"

Steve nodded standing in Billy's bedroom. It was nearly daylight, and the sky had taken on a beautiful soft pink hue to the sky as the sun had just begun to placed his palms against Billy's bare chest, loving how warm and firm his muscles felt. He had watched Billy a few times lift weights and it absolutely drove him wild.

"Yeah, Robin is taking the second shift so I can make it. I'll see you then."

"Are you sure you're okay princess?"

Billy asked cocking his head to the side, staring at him concerned. Steve sighed, before shrugging and rolling his eyes feeling pretty embarrassed and silly.

"Yeah it was just a stupid nightmare, just seemed so real...sorry I woke you up."

Billy raised an eyebrow, turning his head back before he reached and touched the bottom of Steve's chin, making him look him in the eye.

"Listen, if you're the first thing I see whenever I open my eyes, feel free to wake me up."

Steve smirked, before Billy kissed the side of his mouth, and wrapped his strong muscular arms tightly around him. Steve sighed, putting his arms around him, before he drew back his head and looked closely at Billy's face. One of his favorite things to do was closely study his boyfriend. He loved the golden tan he always got whenever he laid out in the sun. He loved his strong jawline, his ocean colored eyes, and the light scatter of faint freckles that he believed only he could see whenever he was closely looking.

Giving Billy a tight squeeze, he gently laughed knowing he better get out of here before Neil woke up.

"Thanks for humoring your dramatic boyfriend."

Billy smiled and Steve knew he absolutely loved whenever he referred to himself as his "boyfriend". He knew they were getting older and the term did sound pretty lame, but whenever he said it, those stormy colored eyes of Billy's would suddenly have a faint hue of green, showing that he was getting excited and turned on. Billy kissed his cheek with a loud smack, and slowly lowered his hands that were tightly around his back, before reaching his ass and cupping it. Steve giggled, before Billy pressed his forehead against his.

"You better be ready for tonight...it will be the workout...of your life."

Smiling, Steve turned his head kissing Billy one last time, before he pulled back and opened his window. Looking at him, he winked, loving Billy's smile in return, before carefuly sliding out, and feeling his sneakers touch the grass beneath. Carefully looking around, making sure no neighbor grabbing their morning paper. Looking, he knew the coast was clear, before he jogged across the lawn, reached the sidewalk, and walked down the street to his car. Opening the door, he climbed in, before taking his keys out. Holding them, he stared out watching the sunrise and wished more than anything Billy was with him watching the sky turn all these beautiful different shades of colors.

Touching his lips, still tasting Billy, he honestly couldn't wait to see him tonight. He was still pretty sore, but honestly couldn't wait. Starting the engine, he started driving down the street, counting himself lucky that nobody had seen him.

But he was wrong.

Max, who was standing by her window, clicking her walkie talkie off when somebody must have pressed the call button, waking her by the sound of static. Half awake, she threw back her sheets, shuffled to the window near her dresser where her walkie talkie was, and grumbled. Looking out at the side yard as the sun was just beginning to rise, she instantly saw it and couldn't believe it. Steve climbing out of Billy's window. He landed on the grass, smiling before walking around the house.

Confused, and now fully awake, Max. stood there, completely speechless.