Present
Billy walked out of his bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair still dripping wet and curly from the shower, he walked barefoot across the hardwood floor of his room, and opened his door before heading towards the laundry room which held his clothes, including his swim trunks for work today. It was still early, but he had heard his dad and Susan leave for work while he was first starting up the shower. Grateful that his dad wasn't here to bust his balls over the smallest thing, he planned on taking a nice cool shower before changing for work, chugging a beer for breakfast, drop Max off at the arcade to see her stupid little friends, and then drive over to work. As always, he would bask in not just the sun, but the attention he always got from all the horny Hawkins' housewives. Steve had swung by during regular operating hours at the pool a total of three times so far this summer. Once was with a few friends of his that Billy recognized from school. One who's name Billy couldn't quite place, but knew from taking gym with him and Steve.
The other was Nick who played hockey, and had math with Billy. They had all arrived together, and Billy watched with a faint look of amusement watching from afar. He chuckled softly to himself, sitting on his chair watching the free swim hour. The entire time, he kept his eyes on Steve from beneath his sunglasses. His heart hammered in his chest the second he watched Steve strip his T-shirt off, revealing his slightly tanned skin. Billy absolutely loved Steve's body. He loved how his shoulders were slightly sunburned. He loved how soft and smooth Steve's body was, all the way down to his flat stomach, to his nice plump ass. Watching him peel his shirt off, and walk to the edge of the pool wearing his swim shorts. He enjoyed watching him slip into the cool water and paddle around, before laughing and horsing around and splashing with the other guys.
Afterwards, when his shift ended, he climbed down and switched with Heather, who had unsuccessfully been flirting with him since they started in early May. Circling around to the locker room, he saw Steve and the kid named Nick toweling off, getting ready to leave. Billy strolled on by, and couldn't help but feel a small smile curl up over his face when he saw Steve's eyes follow him as he walked past him. That night Billy playfully teased Steve after sneaking through his bedroom window if bringing those two guys to the pool were supposed to make him jealous? Steve batted those long eyelashes, and tried to whole innocent doe eyed expression routine.
"What? Brian called me up and said him and Nick were headed on over to swim, I had the morning off...figured it was something to do."
Billy hiked himself up on his elbow, laying across from Steve in his bed. Chuckling softly, he shook his head.
"Ah Brian, so the other little Twink has a name..."
Steve rolled his eyes, before playfully hitting Billy's tanned muscular arm.
"Don't be a dick...besides, I wanted to see you. I overheard my mother talking to Vicky Gardenson's mom...guess you're the talk of the town. Half of the women in Hawkins all flock to the public pool for one reason and one reason only."
Billy chuckled, knowing very well his reputation over at the pool. Freddy, a fellow lifeguard had said durning their break last week they outta keep a jar where all the lifeguards have to throw a dollar in every time some chick at the pool drooled anytime Billy walked out to sit at his station. Billy took it with good humor, and made a face at Steve.
"So, you liked what you saw?"
Steve laying his head against his propped up pillows laughed, before reaching forward and gently tugging on Billy's St. Christopher chain.
"Yeah...I guess I did. Felt pretty good about myself that it was because of my extremely hot boyfriend that half of the Hawkins female residents came to the pool. Felt pretty good."
Billy's eyes became cloudy, just as they did whenever Steve was really turning him on. Steve knew it drove him absolutely mad whenever he referred to him as his "boyfriend." Steve smiled staring at him, before he stuck his lip out slightly.
"What's this? Billy Hargrove jealous?"
Billy's glare sharpened, and his voice dropped down to an extremely deep level as a partly serious and predator like expression flashed over him.
"Damn right, and don't you forget who you belong to."
Steve smiled, even though he knew Billy was completely serious. Reaching over, he brushed back a few fallen strands of Billy's hair, before deeply plunging his fingers into his hair, and scooted closer, closing his eyes and kissing him. Lucky for Steve, his parents were out with family friends for dinner that night, and didn't hear the heavy petting that Steve had started. The only other two times so far this summer that Steve had been able to swing by the pool was one time with his cousin visiting for the weekend from Chicago. When Billy walked over in his red shorts, heading to the locker rooms, Steve's cousin Bonnie grinned, lowering her sunglasses. Billy decided to walk over and pretend to flirt with her, asking why he hadn't seen her beautiful face before at the pool? Steve who was squirting suntan lotion between his hands and rub his arms, glanced up and smirked from the chairs they were sitting on.
"I'm from Chicago...just visiting my cousin."
Billy stuck a piece of gum in his mouth before chuckling and motioned over to Steve.
"Harrington is you're cousin, man am I sorry."
Bonnie giggled, loving the attention as Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smiled, before cocking his head down at Bonnie.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later..."
With that he winked, before strolling back inside. Instantly, Bonnie turned, practically hearts floating in her eyes.
"Who is THAT?!"
Steve glanced over his shoulder, seeing Billy head inside, and smirked.
"Just some asshole from school."
The next day after Bonnie was being driven to the airport by his father, Steve swung by the pool alone, and approached Billy who had just opened up and currently stocking up the weights for today. When Steve strolled in, Billy actually looked surprised. His manager wasn't even here yet, and besides a few old ladies outside setting up under the umbrellas, nobody had shown up yet, not even his four and five year old swim class were due to arrive for another half an hour. Seeing Steve just walk in suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and that stupid light headed feeling overcame him. Steve looked absolutely adorable wearing his Scoops Ahoy blue uniform, minus the stupid hat. No, instead his beautiful thick hair was flopped over in waves, and Billy felt himself harden from within his swing trunks.
"Harrington?"
Steve smirked.
"Um...I think I forgot my sunglasses, you got a lost and found around here?"
With that, Billy looked around and saw that nobody was around.
"Yeah, follow me..."
Steve smirked as they walked, before heading out the door and taking a sharp left to the chemical closet. The strong of chlorine filled the air, as Billy opened the gate door that led them inside the dim lit closet. Before Steve knew it, hands were all over him, and by the time he left, walking to the parking-lot, he had a huge stupid grin over his face, and his hair was a complete mess. Thinking of those times, Billy reached the dryer, and opened it taking out his still warm dried clothes. He had only seen Steve at work once, when he took Max to the Starcourt Mall parking-lot to give Max an hour of their beyond secret "driving lessons." This had started in late spring when things had really begun to heat up between Steve and him. Billy figured he just decided to offer them as a small attempt to bond with Max. Ever since last November, they had called a truce between the two of them, and as much as they still argued, and annoyed each other, Billy had laid off, much due to Steve urging him to. There were times Max could actually be a halfway decent little shit, instead of the annoying little weight Neil had placed on his shoulders. Billy knew she had meant business the night of him and Steve's huge fight. He figured he finally decided to let go of this constant anger, and finally forgive Max once and for all.
He had made her suffer for way too long, and tried attempting in having somewhat of a relationship with Max before he left Hawkins for good. He knew college wasn't in his future whatsoever. Instead, Neil said he could have until before the holidays before he was out on his ass. He constantly hassled Billy on not getting a "real" job, and as of recently his temper had been ten times worse. Still, Billy had found happiness for what he truly believed the first time since he was just a kid with Steve, and none of the hits, slaps, whacks, punches, or screams from Neil could ruin that. Following the night of the big fight, Billy had noticed a few tiny little dings on the driver's side of his car, but buffed them out himself without saying so much as one word to Max. It wasn't until Steve and him stared up, that he got the whole story, and honestly couldn't believe it.
"I was pretty out of it after you kicked the ever living shit out of me, but she seemed to actually know what she was doing..."
Steve had remarked to Billy one night as they shared a few beers and talked about that "night". Amused, Billy remembered the one driving lesson he gave Max before everything went to Hell back in California. It really hadn't been anything, but he noticed that Max actually wasn't that bad. Sure she had to pull the seat nearly all the way up, but she actually had listened to him as he instructed her on what exactly to do. Since then, Billy had casual asked Max one day after picking her up from the arcade if she wanted a few driving lessons this summer as long as she swore never to tell his dad or her mom since it would be his ass. He saw the stunned expression in Max's eyes, before Billy glanced over at her from behind his sunglasses as he drove down the road.
"Just figured you might as well learn how to drive without dinging up my bodywork again."
He caught Max smirking before she promised not to tell, and would love too. Since then, they met up a few times and he would take her to the Starcourt Mall on days he had off, and would sternly yet calmly instruct her on what to do. He hadn't shouted, or snapped once. Instead he told her step by step on how to start the car, shift it into gear, apply the gag, and let the car roll. Max as always did as she was told, and would carefully drive around the parking-lot for an hour or so. Billy just recently had shown her how to park. Billy knew it was stupid, but not that long ago, after a pretty successful lesson, he decided to casually ask if she wanted an ice cream cone?
Max lit up, and the two entered the mall. Billy had to bite the insides of his cheeks from smiling. Steve looked absolutely adorable in that stupid uniform, and stood behind the counter ringing out a few middle school aged kids. Once they were next in line, Billy grinned, as Steve's surprised expression said it all. Max smiled as she scanned the menu.
"Hi Steve! Can I have a strawberry plain in a sugar cone?"
Steve's eyes flickered up to Billy. Instantly Billy smirked as he leaned against the counter.
"Got anything cherry Harrington?"
Max was too busy looking through the glass window of the freezer to notice this remark. All she knew at that time was that Billy, much like her had some unspoken truce with Steve. Billy loved the shades of red Steve was turning, before he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he nervously nodded and looked down.
"Um...yeah sure."
Billy stood back, a sly fox like smile spreading over his face. He watched as Steve opened the freezer, making the ice cream, before making Billy a cherry flavored slush. The girl named Robin who worked with Steve was currently bringing in jars of new toppings, before she glanced in Billy's direction. Billy noticed that Robin seemed uninterested, before heading out back again. Steve walked over, handing Max her ice cream, and Billy his slush, before Billy laid down a five.
"Keep the charge Harrington..."
Max began to lick her ice cream, before Billy saw she wasn't looking and winked at Steve, causing a twitch of a smile appear over his face. Turning, he slowly licked the top of his slush, instantly turning his tongue a bright red, before he turned and followed his step-sister out of the store. Thinking back of all those times, Billy chuckled, and shook his head as he started to walk back to his room to charge. Just then Max ran into him, heading to the kitchen. Billy made a face.
"Watch it shitbird."
Max shot him a look, and for just a small fraction of a second, Billy thought he saw a strange expression overtake her face, before she lowered her eyes and kept her head down, going right into the kitchen to probably get some cereal. Billy raised an eyebrow looking at her, before shrugging and figured she was probably starting her period or something. Going into his bedroom, he dropped his towel, before he stepped into his swim trunks, and putting on his black tank top. Grabbing his gym bag, he tossed in some jeans and a T-shirt, before he went to the mirror to mess with his hair for the next ten minutes. He finally was happy with the result, and slipped on his flip-flops before heading out. Stopping in the kitchen doorway, he saw Max sitting at the table, a bowl of cereal before her half eaten, and a new teen magazine open.
"Shitbird, you want a ride someplace?"
Max looked up, and looked as if she hadn't heard right. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at him.
"Huh?" Billy felt annoyed and motioned to the window.
"Do you need a ride?"
"Um...no I'm probably just gonna skate to Dustin's..."
"You sure?"
Max nodded before Billy stared at her. He wasn't sure why she was acting so weird, before he rolled his eyes and dug into the side pocket of his gym bag where he usually kept spare change for the soda machine at work. Grabbing two wrinkled dollar bills, he held them up.
"If you wanna grab something at the mini-mart."
He tossed the money to the counter. Every once in awhile depending of his mood, which wasn't the greatest often, Billy would toss Max a few bucks to use at the arcade or for snacks. It was his small attempt in being nice, and it usually went a long way with Max. Today, she seemed weird.
"Thanks..."
Billy smirked, before rolling his eyes again, and turned and headed towards the living room. Grabbing his keys, he left for the day all the while Max sat back completely stunned, wondering what on earth was Steve doing, climbing out of Billy's bedroom window?
Early February 1985
On a Thursday, right when gym class ended and everyone started walking in the direction of the showers, Jason from the basketball team turned towards at least seven of the guys who had been playing against each other. Jason smiled and held up a ring of keys. Steve who had been stopped raised an eyebrow.
"What are those?" Jason grinned and gave the keys a gentle shake.
"Coach lent me his keys to the gym, is allowing me to use the place the next couple of nights to practice before the big playoff next month. I was thinking, how about all eight of us meet up here around...nine to "practice" anyone asks, but in actuality how about me have a friendly little contest. Myself, Harrington, Hargrove, and McNeil on one team, and Hawthorn, Swan, Anderson, and Miller are on the other. How about...twenty bucks a man, winning team gets all for say...an hour game. Who's in?"
When Jason listed off Hargrove, Steve had quickly glanced in Billy's direction. Ever since the night of the quarry he had been avoiding Billy like the plague. He hated to admit it, but believed the real reason he felt complete and utter panic whenever he caught Billy staring in his direction was the fact that kissing him had actually felt good. Still so confused, he hated to admit he had caught himself closely watching Billy whenever they played against each other, or whenever they showered in the locker rooms, as well as the classes they shared. As always he would find Billy staring, that scary hunger look in his eyes, and Steve would rip his gaze away, and feel his heart hammer as his stomach twisted and became cold. Gym was the absolute worse. Billy playfully teased Steve whenever they played against each other, stealing shots, and dribbling shots as his body occasionally rubbed up against his.
In the locker room he taught himself to have tunnel vision as much as possible. Still, things hadn't seemed to improve. Billy acted as if nothing was wrong, talking with him, and teasing in a playful way as they played for that class period. Just today Steve had accidentally tripped twice on the highly polished floor when he found his attention laying on Billy's tanned and firm muscles flex and bulge. Glancing at Billy, he saw he was glancing back in his direction and smirking. Looking back at Jason, he shrugged.
"You sure we won't get busted?"
Jason shook his head.
"Coach gave me the keys, if anyone asks we're practicing. No problem."
The guys all started to chime in to say they were in. When Billy nodded saying sure, Steve suddenly felt giddy and more than a little nervous to see him again. His mind weighed back on that night of the quarry, and how completely shit scared he had been in the weeks that followed. It was so wrong, yet it was truly the first time ever that Steve truly felt alive. He had told his parents he was meeting up with a couple of the guys to play ball after dinner. His father, who had become quite moody as of lately simply ignored him reading the paper at the table, while his mother simply told him to be careful driving since the roads were getting icy.
Grabbing his gym bag, he arrived at Hawkins High that night, parking right beside Billy's blue Camaro. He found the gym lights on, and the front doors unlocked. He heard the echoes of sneakered feet, and basketballs being dribbled and bounced around. All of the guys had arrived besides Philip Swann who Steve had known since grade school and was a pretty decent ball player. Tommy H, and Jason spotted him and waved before calling out...
"Come on Harrington!"
He spotted Billy, wearing nothing but those green tight gym shorts. It was heated in the gym, and despite how freezing cold the weather was outside, he had all ready worked up a pretty good sweat by playing with the other guys. Steve smirked, raised his hand to the guys and show them he was going to change. He caught Billy staring, and suddenly he felt both nervous as well as more than a little turned on. He briskly went to the locker room, changed into his shorts, and walked out allowing himself to be bare chested. He was nowhere near having the kind of body Billy had, but he peeled his shirt off without so much as another thought before heading out. He saw Billy looking, and the flicker in his eyes told Steve that he was enjoying the view quite well. By then Philip had arrived, and all of the guys pooled their money and began to play. Billy was on the same team as Steve, and even while they huddled, and played against each other, Steve tried his hardest to focus, and actually play good ball. This small voice whispered that he wanted to show off to Billy, and actually play a good game with him.
In the end, he actually played really great, getting a little confidence back. He scored two shots and even in the heat of the moment laughed and high fived Billy who seemed just as excited. By the end of the hour they ended up winning, and the four of them split the money with now forty bucks given to each one of them. That's when he saw Billy staring at him as the guys changed, and he asked casually to Jason if it was okay if he grabbed a quick shower here before heading home. Jason shrugged and tossed him the keys.
"Sure man, just give me the keys tomorrow and remember to shit the lights off and lock up."
"Yeah sure thanks..."
Jason was the last to leave out of the other guys. He waved to Billy who appeared to be digging his clothes out of his gym bag.
"See you tomorrow Hargrove."
Billy nodded in his direction, his earring dangling as he pulled out his clothes.
"Sounds good man."
Jason left, and thirty seconds later they heard the front door open and close, leaving the two of them all alone in complete silence. Steve waited a second, before his heart began to start pounding. Looking up, he saw Billy had decided to stay and shower as well. He saw his naked body beneath the showers, his back facing him as the hot steaming water poured over his tanned firm body. Steve took a deep breath, and for just a brief second was tempted to just drop the keys and run. Instead his eyes lingered on Blly's ass, and he began to undress, almost as if he was in a complete and total trance. Joining Billy, he kept his eyes straight ahead, ignoring Billy's smirk as he stood beside him and turned on his own water.
"Hell of a game Harrington."
Steve closed his eyes for a second, standing beneath the pouring hot water.
"Yeah, right back at ya."
"I noticed you were planting your feet this time...perfect way to draw a charge."
Steve cracked open an eye, his hair now wet and slicked back, before he saw Billy staring at him, that same cloudy almost dragged expression settling over him. Steve took a second, before he stepped back a bit. His first impulse was to cover himself, or just turn and grab a towel. Here he was, at the gym, after hours, naked in the shower, with Billy Hargrove. He felt torn. One side of him wanted to just run, the other wanted to snap at him and tell him he wasn't queer. That he needed to stop being a creep and just leave him alone. Instead, he found all sounds starting to fade away as he stared, becoming lost in those cloudy looking eyes of Billy's, and swallowing hard. He remembered the night of the quarry, and how he saw fireworks when they kissed. Billy stepped closer to him. "Alone at last." Steve glanced up with nervous eyes before Billy smiled, closely studying his face before he reached forward between Steve's legs, and wrapped his hand around Steve's penis. Giving it a firm squeeze, Steve nearly cried out. His breath stiffened, as his body grew still.
Suddenly the water pouring down on the two of them seemed much too hot. Steam floated in the air, as Billy's wet fist gently squeezed and released, squeezed and released, and squeezed and released. Steve felt himself instantly become hard, his cock growing rock hard within Billy's hand as it started giving slow steady strokes up and down. Steve opened his mouth to try and breathe, but instead a shaken breath escaped, as his mouth made a perfect "O" shape as his knees nearly gave out. Almost falling forward against Billy, he tried to plant his feet, as the building and tingling built as Billy's stroke began to quicken in pace. Billy helped with his other hand steady Steve's body, firmly holding up against him, his wet chest slick and pressing right against his.
"Come for me princess."
He whispered beneath the sound of the running water. Steve suddenly quivered, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt himself climax hard right into Billy's hand, uttering a small cry. His head pounding, he emptied out, back arching slightly as he clutched against Billy's strong arms.
"Oh my God..."
He heard Billy chuckle against his neck, before pulling back. The water poured down on the two of them, causing Steve's bangs to hang in his face, as Billy's seemed to curl slightly in soft golden swoops against his forehead. Gazing into his eyes, he gulped again feeling himself go soft. Billy smiled, before Steve took a deep breath.
"Someone could..."
"Nobody is here princess I promise...now my turn."
Steve raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, before Billy gently pressed down against his shoulders. It took Steve a second, before he finally understood what Billy meant. He stared up at him with wide doe eyes, frightened. Billy locked eyes with his, and suddenly Steve felt safe. Billy was calm, not cocky. He saw Steve was hesitant, and scared. He firmly took Steve by the shoulders, and brought him down to his knees. Steve knelt there, feeling the water gurgle from beneath him into the drains, as he blinked, tossing back some wet fallen hair that had gotten in his eyes and blinked. Staring up, he saw Billy stand before him, looking so level headed, so prepared, so massive. His penis was right there, surrounded by hair. It was party hard, pre-cum collecting on the swollen tip. Steve took a deep breath, before he raised his eyes up at Billy, not looking sure.
Billy nodded down at him before reaching and taking hold of his penis.
"Don't worry, it will fit, just relax your throat."
Steve wasn't sure, but decided to just throw caution to the wind. Taking a deep breath, he stared at it and opened his mouth, and closed his eyes. For a second he felt his gag reflex kick in as Billy's warm and pulsing erection slid into his mouth. Knowing to be careful with teeth, he felt it slide all the way in, and tickled the back of his throat. He gagged and tried to whip his head back to breath. Instead, he felt Billy's hands plunge into his own wet hair, firmly holding him in place. Steve's eyes snapped open as his throat tickled again. Eyes watering, he made a half moan, showing Billy he couldn't do it nor breathe. Instead, Billy calmly stared down at him.
"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."
Steve took a second, trying to pull his head back, desperate for air. Instead Billy firmly held him in black and suddenly bucked his hips forward, completely filling his mouth. Feeling the tip of Billy's penis touch the back of his throat, he fought his gag reflex, not wanting to embarrass himself. He took a deep breath through his nose, before staring up at Billy's calm eyes, and allowed himself to listen. He relaxed his throat, and suddenly it wasn't as uncomfortable.
He took the full length of Billy, before staring up. Slowly he started to think of all the times he was on the other side of this, and tried to remember the things that always drove him crazy. Trying to relax his throat, he started moving his head back and forth now with more movement beneath Billy's hands. He worked is lips, rolling them up and down Billy's shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum, as Billy began bucking his hips forward. Steve kept keeping his teeth off, and felt the pressure of Billy's hands, before he heard Billy from beneath the running water start to mutter...
"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...oh Jesus I'm gonna come..."
With that, Steve had no warning at all when suddenly Billy's penis twitched inside his wet tight mouth and climaxed. Long ropy strings of cum dripped and bubbled up from Steve's throat and partly out his mouth dribbling down his chin. Billy's hands remained firm against his skull, and wouldn't allow Steve to pull back and spit. Instead, he knew exactly what Billy wanted. He wanted him to swallow...to taste him. Eyes watering, he relaxed his throat one last time, and swallowed as much back as he could. Billy pulled back, penis hanging back down between his legs, as Steve took a second, allowing himself to breathe better before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He swallowed once more, and finally his mouth was his own again. Steve suddenly felt light headed. He knelt there. for another second when Billy offered his hand. Looking at it unsure, he hesitated, before taking it and allowed himself to be pulled back up to a standing position.
He stood there, water splashing down on him, before Billy smiled.
"Now...how was that princess?"
Steve stared at him, before Billy smiled and stepped forward, wet hair hanging down around his face. Cocking his head to the side, he smiled.
"So...how did that feel Harrington?"
Steve suddenly felt very exposed, as if they had performed these acts right downtown, out in the open with the whole town watching. How could he ever come back to this locker room knowing what Billy Hargrove and himself did here?! Staring at Billy, he nervously chewed his lip. Switching the water off, he stood back dripping.
"I gotta go..."
Billy rolled his eyes.
"Don't sweat it princess, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I have just as much to lose than you."
Steve stepped back, and grabbed a towel. Quickly wrapping it around his waist, he shook his head and went straight to his gym bag to grab his clothes.
"We shouldn't have done that..."
He muttered, before not even bothering with his jeans, instead he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on, his skin still wet and undried. He heard the water stop, and within seconds that warm breath went against his neck, causing him to stop, feeling all the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"You can't tell me that didn't feel good?"
Steve took a second, never wanting more than to turn around and plunge his mouth against his and just forget about the world for a little while. Instead panic kicked in, and he grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it on before grabbing his jacket. Nearly dropping his bag he struggled to zip it, before Billy continued watching him, still partly amused.
"I...gotta go..."
With that he grabbed the last of his things, and plowed out without saying so much as another word. Billy continued to watch him, before he went through the wooden door to the gym, and shrugged on his jacket. Walking outside the bitter harsh wind nipped at his face, and freezing and hardening his still wet hair. Hurrying to his car, he almost dropped the keys again, before he unlocked the door and threw himself in. Feeling his hands shake, he fixed the rearview mirror, before backing up and peeling out of the parking-lot like the devil himself was chasing him.
The next day...
Steve dreaded school after what happened, but he knew even if he faked sick or skipped, he would eventually have to go back sooner or later. So, instead he dressed, fixed his hair, and drove to school. Parking, he knew this morning he had a study period and was planning on just hiding out there pretending to study for yet another English test. Walking, wearing his winter vest, his bag swung over one shoulder, he snaked between the gym and the health building to take a shortcut in going to the library. With the cold weather there was hardly anybody outside, and between both buildings he currently didn't see anyone. Walking with purpose. he headed between the two buildings when he heard that same deep voice that caused his skin to crawl and quiver whenever he heard it. This time it came from behind him, calling after him.
"Hey Harrington!"
Steve froze, before turning around and seeing Billy. He was wearing his brown leather jacket and strolled on over, his eyes looking bright blue today in the cold.
"Hey..."
Steve said, feeling a strange knot in his stomach. Billy approached him, before he cocked his head to the side and spoke softly.
"I wanted to tell you how much fun I had last night but you really booked it out of there."
Suddenly Steve felt his cheeks burn. He nervously looked over Billy's shoulder waiting for anyone to walk over and see them. Somehow just standing there alone with Billy made Steve feel exposed and guilty. As if anyone just walking by would instantly knew the things they did inside the showers last night. Dropping his eyes, he sighed, really not in the mood.
"Hey man listen..."
Billy's playful glimmer in his eyes faded and Steve saw his eyes darken as his expression became serious.
"Listen, I get it if you want me to screw off...trust me I can take a hint...but I think we call a spade a spade and admit to the fact that last night fucking felt amazing."
Steve continued looking around, waiting for any second for anyone to see them. His heart began to hammer.
"Billy listen...I really don't..."
Billy sighed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
"Listen, how about...I pick you up tonight and we do for a drive and grab a few beers and just talk."
Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Talk?"
Billy smirked.
"Yeah. If you still feel weirded out...I'll leave you alone. Let's just...go for a drive, I'll pick you up?"
Steve wanted to make some excuse and say no, instead he slowly lifted his big doe brown eyes and locked with Billy's. Unable to help it, he smirked himself. Billy caught this, and chuckled lightly.
"Okay Hargrove you win. But we're just talking."
Billy smiled.
"Absolutely princess..."
He dug in his pocket and produced a pen that Steve figured he carried from class to class. It was a rare sight to actually see Billy carrying any books around let alone a book bag. He turned it over to Steve.
"Give me your number and address. I'll pick you up say eight o'clock?"
Steve nodded, taking the pen before Billy opened up his large palm for Steve to write on. Steve smirked before he leaned down and began to write. He felt Billy's eyes on him the entire time, and couldn't believe the sparks that were surging through his body as he gently wrote against Billy's warm skin. Once he finished, he looked up and was greeted by Billy closely watching him. Feeling more scared than ever, Steve handed the pen back.
"I'll see you tonight."
Billy smiled staring.
"Looking forward to it princess."
Steve gulped, before he turned away and continued headed to the library. That's when he felt it, slowly spreading across his face.
A smile.
Present.
It had been a long day at the pool. Billy had taught three swim classes in a row since Freddy called out. He then spent another hour unloading the latest shipment of pool chemicals, before stocking the shelves. He smoked a cigarette on his break, before spotting a few people that wanted to lift weights before lifting a few himself. Afterwards Adam, Zoe, Katie, Heather, and himself sat through an hour training from their manager on new safety rescue swims the district had wanted all the local lifeguards to know. As always Billy sat back rolling his eyes beneath his sunglasses, thinking how stupid it was that these assholes pretended that this thirty foot pool was like fucking ocean or something.
Once that was finished everyone left and tonight was Billy's turn to lock up the pool, turn the pumps off, and clean up before leaving. He had arranged this so he could be alone for a little bit with Steve, and have the whole place to themselves. In another day Steve's parents would be gone on their trip, and that meant he could actually maybe spend a weekend in private doing absolutely whatever he wanted to Steve without any interruption. He had missed Steve today, even though he wouldn't admit it. He enjoyed his work at the pool since it was truly easy enough, and the only place he could work on his tan. The money wasn't great, but Billy sold a little pot on the side, and had been saving up. Plus, if everything went according to plan, he would have more than enough to leave with shit town by September. He had been planning this ever since it was certain he was completely and hopelessly in love with Steve.
At first he was afraid that somebody like him was falling this fast, but he wasn't about to let this shit town be was reason that someday Steve might get a chance to leave and completely forget about him. Well Billy wasn't about to let this happen. He loved him way too much, and was actually scared of getting this too attached. Still, ever since Steve didn't leave for school, and constantly getting into arguments with that asshole of an old man like him, Billy could see the odds actually working out in his favor. Steve didn't need to know the details, and once they had enough money, he would take him to the West Coast and together they could maybe have a future together. He timed to happen in early July, right before the 4th. That way that left him enough time to convince Steve to leave with him, and have more than enough money stocked up. He couldn't wait to get away from that asshole Neil, and hated to admit it but he figured he would miss Max a little bit. Maybe when she was old enough to drive he could meet her someplace and see her once and awhile. He wasn't exactly sure, but he was certain he could figure something out. He was going to do whatever he could to try and have a happy future with his boyfriend, even if that meant leaving everything behind.
Still, to him the only thing that worth living for in this shitty little town was Steve, and if he convinced him to go with him, there wouldn't be any turning back or regrets ever again. Steve meant everything to him, and he was going to fight as hard as he could to run away with him. In the first half an hour after everyone left he went about locking up, and cleaning the pool. It was dark out now, and he finished breaking down a few cardboard boxes that had held some chemicals from earlier. He had the radio on, blasting some rock station. He wasn't expected home since he had mentioned to Susan the morning before that he was working late and wouldn't be home for dinner. Susan said she would make him a plate in case he got hungry. Billy was left mostly to do what he pleased, as long as his chores were done and he roughly knew where Max was, and would be her ride whenever she needed it. Neil didn't really give two shits about him, as long as he did what he was told, and didn't get in his way. Sure there were a few remarks whenever he would walk in late, mostly from his chair in the living room, beer in hand, and a football game playing. It was either something sarcastic comment about the pool, or whatever he was wearing. To Neil, his son was nothing but a loser, a waste of space, a pussy, and a constant reminder of his first marriage. He knew what he was, and had simply told Billy if he ever acted like that again, embarrassing him under his roof, he would simply kill him. He always belittled him whenever he could, using that against him, and was planning on throwing him out as soon as he could. He knew he could never work hard like him, or have a family. No, Billy was just a lazy waste of space with a bad attitude. All he cared about was that stupid car, and how he looked.
He saw Billy as a punk, and didn't care if he lived or died...as long as he was respectful and responsible. To Neil that's all that mattered. Billy knew how his father felt about him, and how ashamed and embarrassed he was of him. He truly believed if Neil knew he could get away with it, he would absolutely kill him. After one too many broken bones, and bruises, Billy was ready to leave and never look back. Tonight he just wanted to forget about everything and just share an hour with his boyfriend. He heard footsteps, and turned as he tosses the last piece of cardboard away just as Steve strolled in, still wearing that fucking uniform from the ice cream shop. Billy loved how he looked in it, and seeing him dressed head to toe in blue, he smiled and turned, hooking his thumbs into the arm holes of the wife beater he was wearing, and pulled it forward, stretching the material as he smiled.
"Hey princess."
Steve smiled and motioned behind him.
"I locked the gate behind me like you said."
Billy smiled as he stepped forward, tilting his head to the side as he went in to kiss him.
"Good, now there's no chance that we'll be interrupted...how are you baby?"
Steve smiled as his soft plump lips touched Billy's. Both closed their eyes as their mouths mashed against each other, Billy deeply kissing him, plunging his hands through that thick wild hair of his, tongue plunging in, and tasting him. Finally the kiss broke, and both stared at each other, lips tender, and faces flushed.
"Very good..."
Billy reached forward, and firmly cupped the bulge that was forming in Steve's blue shorts. He gave it a tight squeeze. Steve stiffened against Billy, who closely studied his reaction, loving having this kind of power over him. He then whispered in his deep voice.
"Are you ready for our workout?"
Steve smirked, turning his head and looking at Billy with his big brown eyes.
"What if I'm sore?"
Billy smiled, before closely staring at him.
"Tough princess..."
Steve chuckled, before Billy slipped his arm around him, nuzzling his neck, and bringing him into the locker rooms.
Later...
The radio was still blasting rock music, as over in the physical therapy part of the locker room, just left from the weights and sauna was the hot tub. Billy had turned it on full blast, before stripping with Steve and climbing into the hot bubbling water. Now less than twenty minutes later, Steve's loud moans floated just under the music, as well as the steady sound of slapping skin, lapping water, and Billy's low steady grunts. He had Steve bent over, having him hang partly off the edge of the hot tub, his arms dangling. Billy had mounted him, as had held onto his hips, bucking his own as he thrusted inside of him. Steve had still been tense, even after Billy worked on loosening him up.
He muffled as he entered him, feeling his body stiffen, as he cried out, taking deep breaths. Rubbing his large hands over the bumps of Steve's back, he leaned down, whispering to Steve that it was okay, to just lay still. Now he was working up what felt like a pretty hard climax as he drove himself into Steve over and over again. His wet hair hanging down, Billy bit down on his bottom lip before feeling himself ready to let go. Leaning down against Steve's plump ass, he wrapped his arms tightly around him and cried out. Instantly a hot surging warmth came from him, emptying out inside Steve. He strained, feeling himself get light headed, as he bucked his hips one last time, before pulling out. Steve let out a deep breath, before Billy hung against him, laying his head against his back, and kissing his wet skin.
"How was that princess?"
Steve took deep breaths before lightly laughing.
"Hargrove, you'll be the death of me."
With that Billy laughed, kissing him again.
Later...
Billy and Steve walked out of the pool, their hair wet, and now back in their clothes. Billy had his gym bag swung over one arm, the other around Steve's waist. Once they reached the dark parking-lot, and approached their cars, Steve turned smiling, facing him and looking him in the eye.
"Well, I'm going home to go ice my ass."
Billy laughed, before Steve smiled and shook his head.
"Tomorrow night? Six okay?"
"Perfect...I'm telling Neil I'm going camping with a few buddies."
Steve grinned.
"Well my parents will be gone around two. I got the next few days off, so we'll score some beer, and try and figure out a way to keep cool in this heat."
Billy laughed again, his hand squeezing Steve's.
"Wanna stay cool huh princess?"
"Yeah, any ideas?" "I'm sure I have a few..."
Billy playfully nipped at Steve's neck causing him to laugh before Billy winked at him.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you."
Billy winked at Steve before they climbed into each other's cars, and pulled out one after another. Both having absolutely no idea that Max had been watching from the bushes, eyes widening after seeing what she saw.