Jonathan stayed for a while, the three men ordering pizza and delving into the liquor cabinet for bourbon before settling back on the couch for a mindless action flick. Billy seemed good, he didn't seem as tense as he had before, and he and Jonathan were laughing and talking and Steve was glad that Billy was letting himself loosen up. It was after eight before Jonathan left, and Steve walked him out, giving him a tight hug and thanking him for coming out.
"Yeah, it's all good," Jonathan gave Steve's shoulder a squeeze. "I mean, we Hawkins kids gotta stick together, right?" He gave Steve a half smile, and Steve smiled back, waiting as Jonathan walked down the front steps and toward the car he had hired. It was nowhere near as nice as the one that Steve had hired, but that was because he'd hired it on the credit card his daddy paid, while Jonathan had to pay for his himself. He waited until Jonathan's car had disappeared down the driveway and turned into the street before he closed the front door and went back into the house.
He'd drunk a bit more than he had expected—he hadn't realized until he had stood up to walk Jonathan out—but Jonathan had had substantially less than both he and Billy since he knew that he was going to have to drive back to his mums after. They had piled all the rubbish into the kitchen, tidily stacked up, and he'd take care of it in the morning, but when he walked back into the lounge, Billy wasn't there. Steve looked back into the kitchen with a frown, and then was about to walk up the stairs to see if Billy had gone up to the room or maybe to the shower when he heard a splash from outside. He walked further into the kitchen and looked out the window to the pool, grinning when he saw Billy's head break back through the surface of the water, flicking his hair back deftly before pushing his body up so that he was floating on his back.
His very naked body.
Steve felt his cock reacting within seconds and he took in a deep breath, exhaling through his nose and watching as Billy floating in the water for a few moments. The outside lights were on, triggered by Billy's movements when he had walked outside, but Steve had a better idea. He grabbed their two glasses and the half-filled bottle of bourbon from the coffee table in the lounge before heading outside as well. He flipped the switch for the outside light, turning the sensor off, and then another switch, so that the underwater lights for the pool turned on. As he stepped outside, he saw them flicker on under the water and Billy noticed them as well, rolling over in the water and Steve caught a flash of his bare ass, that made his cock twitch again. There was steam rising up from the heated water and into the cool night air, little waves rippling across the surface as Billy glided through the water, over to the edge where Steve was approaching.
"I brought the bourbon," Steve announced, holding up the the bottle as he shifted the glasses to the same hand so that he could open the pool gate.
"I like how you think, princess," Billy smiled lazily up at him. Steve grinned back as the gate swung shut behind him and he reached down to put the glasses and the bourbon bottle on the concrete before straightening back up and tugging at his shirt. He could feel Billy's eyes on him as he pulled of his shirt, and then his pants and briefs, letting them pile up on the ground by his feet before slipping into the water quickly, already feeling the cool air beginning to chill his skin.
"Shit," Steve shivered as he sunk under the water, so that it was right up until his chin, covering his shoulders and instantly warming him back up again as Billy reached over to drag the glasses closer and picked up the bottle of bourbon. He poured them both a drink and then held one glass out for Steve. Steve took a sip, but Billy just threw his glass back in one shot, making the brunette raise an eyebrow, but he didn't comment on it. Billy put his glass back down and started swimming around the pool, moving down to the deep end with his arms gliding easily through the water, and Steve watched him move languidly, his cock almost completely hard now.
"Did you know that Jonathan was gonna come?" Billy asked when he got to the other end of the pool and Steve made a face.
"Way to kill my boner," he muttered as he drank from his glass again.
"Huh?" Billy arched an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing," Steve shook his head as he put his glass down and then sunk completely under the water, letting it rush around his face and dampen his hair. When he broke the surface again, he was surprised that Billy was right in front of him, blue eyes intense as he reached out through the water and wrapped an arm around Steve's waist.
"That party you had here, back when we were in school," Billy began, completely shifting the conversation as he tugged Steve in close, their chests together, and the most comfortable option for Steve was to wrap his legs around Billy's waist, floating a little in the water as he did so, before he pulled himself in close to Billy's body. "Do you remember much of that night?" Steve nodded, not saying anything because Billy was moving them gently through the water, his arms securely around Steve's waist, and with the alcohol that was sliding through their veins, the whole thing felt kind of rhythmic and soothing. "I remember thinking this place completely suited you, everything all in it's place and colours all matching and you in your bloody blue and white sweater with your uptight girlfriend." Steve couldn't help but jerk a little at that.
"You remember that sweater?" He asked, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Billy laughed and leaned his forehead against Steve's, his eyes a little hazy looking, making it clear that he had definitely had more to drink that Steve.
"Fuck yeah, I remember that sweater, baby," Billy replied, his voice a low rumble. "That one, and all those polo shirts you used to wear, and there was this maroon sweater you used to wear..." Steve blinked and Billy pulled back, smirking.
"You were watching me that closely back in high school?" He asked, and it made his chest tighten and his breathing come out a little quicker. Billy's eyebrows pulled together for a moment before he was leaning forward and brushing his lips gently over Steve's, his lips tasting strongly of bourbon, nothing of the pizza that was meant to be helping mop up the alcohol.
"Baby," Billy whispered. "I was always watching you." And maybe if it was some random other person that Steve had only hooked up with a couple of times, that would scare him off, or if it was someone from high school that he had run into and had a one off fling with, but it wasn't. It was Billy. And it made Steve's heart race and his stomach flip over, because even though they were close, even though Steve would consider Billy his best friend, there were some things that they just hadn't said to each other, and this was one of them.
"Billy..." Steve breathed, even though he didn't know what he was even trying to say. And it didn't matter, because Billy was leaning in and touching Steve's lips with his own and Steve was all but melting against him. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing incessant or urgent, and Billy's fingertips were pressing into Steve's lower back and he was still gently moving them through the water and Steve's breathing caught in his throat.
"I just...I thought you were hot, but I thought you were this stuck up kid from this hick town who was nothing but a big fish in a small pond," Billy continued as their lips separated. "Fuck, I was so wrong about you, Stevie. So wrong." There was something in the way that Billy was talking that made Steve realize that Billy had had a lot to drink. He'd already realized that, but it was just starting to sink in. Billy didn't drink a lot, because from what Steve could remember he was a pretty angry drunk, and from what he had put together from the odd thing Billy had said and some of the stuff he had heard from Max, that was a lot like Neil. A lot like Neil had been. So when they went out, Billy would have a few drinks, but he would generally remain pretty sober.
Clearly not tonight.
But he didn't seem angry.
He was soft and gentle and he was looking at Steve as though he was the most precious person on the planet.
Although, Billy looked at Steve a lot with soft eyes, Steve's drunken mind supplied. And he really liked it.
"I'm glad I was wrong about you as well, baby," Steve replied gently and Billy smiled at him at the pet name, since it was usually Billy calling Steve those names. "I was so wrong about you," he murmured idly, eyes lifting to look at Billy's hair, the loose curls that weren't as long as they were in high school, but they were fuller, not as heavy and greasy as they seemed when they were in school. Steve gently ran the tips of his fingers along Billy's forehead, tracing the path of a trickle of pool water that slipped from Billy's hairline, before his fingers gently began stroking through Billy's hair, tugging at the ends and smiling as Billy tipped his head back, into Steve's touch. "You're like a cat," Steve couldn't help but grin and Billy smiled, although he didn't bother opening his eyes, just enjoying Steve's touch.
Billy kept them moving through the water, the steam rising in whispers around them, and Steve kept touching Billy's hair, the blondes eyes shut. Steve wasn't sure how much time had passed when his eyes shifted, dropping to rest on Billy's mouth, which was pink and plump and his hand moved to rest on Billy's cheek as he leaned forward to press his lips to Billy's. There was only the slightest second of hesitation from the blonde, as his eyes flickered open and he realized what was happening, and then he was returning the pressure and tightening his arms around Steve. This kiss was a bit quicker than the one from before, and Steve felt Billy's tongue touch against his lips a few times before he opened his mouth and let him in.
He didn't realize that they had been moving in just one direction rather than in slow circles anymore until his back gently came in contact with the concrete sides of the pool—in one of the corners—and Steve felt a shiver run through him at the fact that he was trapped against the sides as Billy crowded in around him. Their lips parted and Billy adjusted his grip on Steve and shifted them both so that his feet were braced against the raised sides of the pool and Steve was resting pretty much completely on his lap.
"God, I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you in my life, princess," Billy breathed as their lips came together again, and then one of his hands moved to gently scratch up and down Steve's thigh, getting closer and closer to the apex of his legs. Steve's breathing hitched as he realized where this was going, and his arms wrapped around Billy's neck, pressing himself closer, legs curling around Billy's, so that his heels were pressed against Billy's firm calves.
"Billy..." Steve mumbled, nipping at Billy's lips and jerking his hips upward as he chased after the man's hand. Billy took pity on him and stopped playing around, dipping down so that his fingers could close around Steve's sac and the brunette let out a gasp, nails beginning to dig into Billy's shoulders. "Billy, please."
"Yeah?" Billy whispered, lips curving a little as he looked up from where he had been trying to stare down at them through the ripples in the water and up at Steve, and his eyes were glittering in amusement. "You desperate, baby?"
"Come on, Billy, it's been, like, a week since we got off together," Steve stuck out his lower lip in a bit of a pout and Billy obviously found it attractive because his smile grew and then he leaned forward and caught the bottom lip between his teeth, pulling at it and sucking. Steve let out a moan as Billy's hand moved and circled around his cock at the same time, fingers deft and knowing, with just the right amount of pressure to be firm and unrelenting without being painful. Or at least, not too painful, because Billy knew that Steve liked just a little bit of that. Steve's breathing quickened, and his hands shifted so that they were gripping Billy's shoulders, nails pressing into the muscle.
"Won't take you long at all, will it, baby?" Billy murmured as he released Steve's lip and then leaned forward to nuzzle into Steve's neck, and Steve sucked in another sharp breath as he felt Billy's teeth on his neck. The blonde's hand didn't stop moving and Steve's hips were rocking upwards quicker and quicker the closer he got to his orgasm. "Come on, Stevie. Come for me." And that was all it took for Steve to let out a whine and come in the water between them.
Billy's fingers were still tight around him, tugging on his cock a few more times, helping him through the last few shakes of his orgasm before Steve was leaning his forehead against Billy's, his breathing ragged. Billy didn't say anything, but then he was moving Steve's weight again, pulling him forward on his thighs were further up on Billy's lap, and then Billy reached down, maneuvering them until his cock was pressing up through the tight gap between Steve's thighs, the head nudging against Steve's balls as it slid through, and Billy gritted his teeth together at the pressure.
"Fuck," he grunted out and Steve felt pleasure going through at the feeling of Billy's cock against his balls, and then pressing against his taint as he pulled his hips backwards. It wasn't going to be enough to make him come again, but his cock was twitching in interest and it definitely felt nice. Steve tried to tighten his thighs a bit, even though they were at an awkward angle, since Steve's legs naturally wanted to circle around Billy's waist, but they were kind of pressed together to provide a tight space for Billy to fuck into, knees now pulled up above Billy's hips. So he just made do, trying to thrust downward to meet Billy's upward movements.
When Billy came, the water got cloudy for a few moments, just like it had when Steve had come a few minutes before, and after his breathing wasn't so shaky anymore, Billy moved them away in the water, the come already dissipating.
They stayed in the water for another twenty minutes or so, just moving lazily through the water, not drinking anything more from the bottle of bourbon that Steve had brought out for them, and that was probably a good thing, because Steve remembered far too many nights when he had drunk in this exact pool and then just realized just how much he had drunk when he had climbed out of the pool and hit dry land. Steve floated away from Billy for a little bit, on his back, eyes looking up at the clear skies—so different from the city that they called home now—and then Billy's hand curled around his ankle and pulled him back into him after a while, bringing him in close again. Steve didn't mind, and the wide smile on his face told Billy that, as the blonde buried his face in Steve's neck.
Once they got inside, they dripped water on the carpet as they dropped off their clothes, and left the bourbon and glasses on the kitchen counter top before heading to the linen closet to get towels. The smiling, loose-limbed Billy that had been in the pool seemed to disappear and Steve kind of wished that they were still out there. They threw the towels in the laundry room and then went upstairs after turning off the lights and making sure the doors were locked—neither of them embarrassed by their nudity around one another—and then went up to Steve's room.
"You don't have to come to bed now," Steve said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the sheets and blankets pushed back from Billy's earlier nap, when he hadn't straightened them out. "If you're not tired after sleeping this afternoon."
"Nah," Billy shook his head as he flicked his fingers through his damp hair, slicking it back away from his face as he turned off the light in the bedroom and then came over to the bed. He shuffled Steve around easily, speaking to his muscular build, and Steve letting Billy, not at all minding. He was rolled over and then Billy slid in behind him, pulling the blanket up and over their bodies and then Billy pressed a kiss to Steve's shoulder. They fell quiet and Steve found Billy's arm behind him, pulling the arm over his side and linking their hands together and giving it a squeeze. Billy squeezed back, and then stretched out the fingers that were slipped between Steve's, his fingertips gently brushing Steve's stomach in a soothing manner.
"I'm sorry you have to do this tomorrow," Steve murmured after a moment. "Bury your dad. After burying your mum." The motions against Steve's stomach froze for a moment, but then they resumed and Billy just kissed his shoulder again. Billy didn't say anything and so Steve figured they didn't have much to talk about, and it had been a stressful couple of days, so sleep came easy. Billy was warm and solid behind him, and the little flutters on his stomach felt nice, and he was sinking further and further asleep.
He was almost asleep, but he still heard Billy's words as he mumbled quietly.
"I didn't bury my mum. She just left. She just gave up on me."
And Steve had no idea how to reply to that, but he suddenly felt more awake than he had in the past month, and all he could do was squeeze Billy's hand so tightly, trying to let him know that he was never going to let him go.