Hold Tight, We're In For Nasty Weather
Hold Tight, We're in for Nasty Weather
@harringrovewinterbingo post!! this is for space C1, with the prompt "Keeping Warm" enjoy!! also on AO3 if you'd prefer :)
Summary: The Hawkins High Varsity Basketball team is at an away game, it’s already snowing pretty bad when their bus pulls into the hotel parking lot. Their poor Coach messed up the rooms again and it looks like everyone is stuck in a single. And of course, Steve and Billy get paired together. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few hours after they arrive the power goes out. Just their luck huh?
✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 4085 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), There Was Only One Bed, bc i have an unhealthy attachment to that trope, Sharing a Bed, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, No Smut, Smoking, Banter, Betaed
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“Oh well that’s just perfect -”
Coach Donaldson grumbled, bringing his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose as if to stave off the inevitable headache. He took a breath and sighed, turning on his heels to face the Hawkins High varsity basketball team and whistled, grabbing the attention of even the sleepiest players.
“Okay! Fellas! There’s been a slight change of plans, there was, erm, a mistake with the bookings. And it seems we only booked singles-”
The crowd groaned, some rolling their eyes and others yelling profanities. Rock paper scissors and coin tosses broke out before Coach Donaldson could even finish explaining. Roommate trades were called out like an auction- “Hey I call dibs on Bradford! He’s small!” and “Someone trade me! Vic snores, I swear I can’t take it again this season!”
“-Settle! I understand this is an, erm, unfortunate situation!” Coach called, waving his hands in the air to stop the teenagers' complaints.
“But the important thing to remember is that everyone will have a room!”
“Unlike last year!” An anonymous voice called from the crowd.
“Yeah, or the year before that!”
Coach’s eyebrows furrowed. The basketball team never had any luck with hotel rooms it seemed.
“Alright alright, we get it! Just, form an orderly line to come get your keys, and please stick to your roommate assignments!”
The door moaned on its hinges as it was thrown open by a rather perturbed Steve Harrington. Not only was he rooming with the one and only Billy Hargrove, but about ten minutes ago the worst news he could have been given was dropped in his lap- they’d be sleeping together.
Together , together.
“Watch it! I’m not jazzed about any o’ this either but it’s just for the weekend. So go ahead and untwist your panties for me, hm?”
“I’m so not in the mood for your mouth tonight, Hargrove.”
Billy threw his hands up in faux innocence, tossing down his bag onto the gaudy blue duvet.
“My bad pretty boy, usually people love my mouth.”
Steve winced as Billy’s tongue flitted out, obscenely running across his dusty pink lips. Steve ignored him, and Billy seemed to let it go as he flopped onto the bed, the springs squeaking beneath him. Steve’s internal celebration of Billy’s silence was cut to a quick halt, however.
“Did you and that Wheeler girl get in a fight or something?”
“Holy shit, do you ever shut up?”
“Hm, no,” he responded cheerily, an overly fake smile lighting up his face.
“And not that it’s any of your business, but we aren’t together anymore. We’re just- friends. ”
“Harsh.”
Billy dropped it after that- he just wanted to push Steve’s buttons, not start an impromptu therapy session. His hand dipped into his bag, retrieving a battered novel and flipping to a dog-eared page near the middle.
“ Firestarter ? Didn’t know you could read.”
“Harrington, aren’t you still in sophomore English?” Billy asked, innocently, not looking up from his book.
Steve didn’t respond. Billy let out a satisfied hum.
The clock on the wall ticked obnoxiously in the background. Steve looked around the room, noting that there was a second nightstand on the opposite side of the bed, a small television set on the dark wooden dresser, and two equally ugly blue chairs around the mismatched lightly stained coffee table. The walls stunk distinctly of cigarettes, despite the clearly posted signage prohibiting such acts.
Steve looked back at Billy, completely absorbed into Stephen King’s words. He rolled his eyes, assuming this was his way of claiming the bed. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Billy glanced at him from over top of his book.
“I’ll take the floor.”
Billy huffed, shifting his eyes back to the page. Steve sighed and stole two of the blankets and a few of the pillows from the bed, tossing them into a heap on the teal carpet. He moved to rifle through his duffle bag, pulling out a pair of sweats and a nearly completely faded Hawkins High swim team shirt. He glanced up, noticing that Billy was watching him carefully through half lidded eyes.
“Can I help you?”
Billy shrugged, but his eyes stayed on Steve.
“‘K. Well, I’m gonna grab a shower, then.”
Billy waved him off, eyes focusing back on the pages. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed his duffle, slamming the bathroom door in his wake.
***
Minutes later Steve re-entered the bedroom, soaking wet hair dripping down onto his faded shirt. Billy had abandoned the bed and had his head stuck out the window, a lit cigarette absentmindedly dangling from his lips as he continued reading. He didn’t even acknowledge Steve.
“C’mon man-”
“-my bad, where are my manners, want one?”
“Dude, no - well- yes .”
Billy motioned him over, resting his book open face precariously on the window sill. He took the cigarette from his mouth with a backward hand, his palm facing Steve as approached. When he was within reach, Billy held the cigarette up to him.
Steve’s forehead crinkled in confusion, but Billy shook his hand, inviting Steve closer; he couldn’t help but oblige. Billy’s fingers grazed Steve’s cheek, his eyes watching as Steve wrapped his lips around the yellow filter and inhaled, the tip glowing a bright orange as Steve took in the burning tobacco leaves.
Billy smiled, slow and easy, his eyes lidding slightly. Like he was watching something particularly erotic, not hand feeding a cigarette to another man. Steve ignored Billy’s slutty look and pulled off. He held it for a moment, debating whether to blow the smoke right at Billy or politely out the window. He opted for the polite gesture of blowing his smoke out the window, but this righteous act of kindness was quickly overturned by Billy taking a drag and puffing his smoke right into Steve's face.
“Jesus, are you twelve?”
“I just might be.”
Steve rolled his eyes for about the millionth time that night, plucking the cigarette straight from Billy’s grip.
“Tell me how you really feel, Harrington.”
“Can I enjoy one cigarette without you being a total ass?”
“ My cigarette, and nah.” Billy hummed, chewing the inside of his cheek.
“Figures.”
Steve tilted his head, taking another long drag and blowing the smoke courteously out the window. The wind whipped his hair around his eyes, and carried the gray puff of smoke quickly away from them. He turned back to Billy, extending the crackling cigarette towards him, falling absentmindedly into a pattern of passing it back and forth.
“Why thank you Steven .”
“It’s just Steve, actually.”
“Really? How unoriginal.”
“Right, because Billy is so much more exciting.”
“Gotcha there princess, it’s actually short for William.”
Steve snorted as he exhaled, smoke coming out his nose.
“Wait what’s your middle name then, just Steve?”
“Hell no.”
“Oh c’mon,” he leaned in closer, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Steve’s face cringed and he shook his head to rid that horrible image from his brain. He sighed, and despite the lack of pressure, he indulged Billy’s curiosity without much of a fight.
“Beatrice.”
“No fucking way.”
“Fuck off, man!”
“I’m sorry, but were your parents stoned or somethin’ when they named you?”
“ No , they weren’t stoned . It’s a long story.”
Billy gestured to the cigarette, albeit on its last leg, still smoking in his hand.
“We’ve got time, pretty boy, lay it on me.”
Steve sighed, bringing the near dead cigarette to his lips once more then passing it back to Billy. He took the last drag from it, his eyes squinting as it burned down his throat, then flicked it out the window, watching it tumble into the bright white snow below.
“Great, now close the fucking window. It’s freezing.”
Billy shrugged, shutting it in a surprisingly gentle manner.
“Thanks.”
“Anything for you princess. Now, tell me about this middle name,” he floated, the last of the smoke curling out from his lips.
“Ass-” Steve muttered, but continued, “So apparently I was supposed to be a twin, like the doctors and all that shit told my mom that I was going to have a twin sister.”
“And so my mom gets the nursery ready for two babies right? One side is pink, the other blue. She’s got matching outfits, two cribs, the whole nine yards.”
“So where is this sister now then? Because I would just love to meet her.” Billy winked, his mouth parting and tongue obscenely tracing his lips.
“I’m getting there, anyways , she isn’t here because I, like, ate her. In the womb or some shit. So my mom just gave me her name as my middle name. Sentiment, I guess.”
“You’re fucking with me-”
“-I’m dead serious! I absorbed her or something, swear to God!”
“That’s such horseshit, Harrington!”
“You asked!”
“Fine, fine, but holy shit man.”
Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes while Billy snickered in the background. They fell quiet for a moment, then in a fluid motion Billy grabbed his book, dropped it on the bed and continued walking to the bathroom.
“Alright, if you want another pack it’s in the left side pocket, lighter too, just- don’t burn the joint down, got it?”
“Oh, and my middle name is Michael. Pretty boring though, right Beatrice ?”
Before Steve could retort, Billy had already slipped past the door frame and slammed it shut. Even past the door Steve could hear his laughter. He huffed, rolling his eyes before stealing a second blanket from the bed and easing into his makeshift cot on the floor.
***
“Gatsby?”
Steve flinched in place as he looked up, he had even realized the water had shut off, nor had he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his mouth to speak but his eyes caught on the faint blonde happy trail that disappeared into the tantalizingly low towel tied around Billy’s waist. He snapped his eyes away, praying Billy didn’t take notice of his staring.
He met Billy’s face, there was a sickening grin plastered on it, his hair fell down in near perfect ringlets across his shoulders, the drips sounding like a ticking clock as they fell to the ground.
“It’s for Ms. Kelley’s writing class,” Steve blurted out, hoping to move past his obvious staring quickly.
“Huh, I didn’t know you could read.” Billy snickered, throwing Steve’s previous quip right back at him.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make a lick of sense so maybe there's some truth to that.”
Billy had shifted to the edge of the bed now, pulling out his own pair of sweats and an equally faded t-shirt with some band insignia printed on it. He scoffed at Steve’s remark, ripping the towel off him and tossing it back somewhere near the bathroom.
Steve’s eyes went wide, cheeks warm as he buried his nose back into the crisp paperback in his hands.
“God, you really are such a girl, Harrington.”
“My bad for not wanting to see your junk.”
“Who doesn’t wanna see my junk?”
Steve’s face lit up red, and he pretended to focus on the page in front of him.
“Hey you’re just lucky I’m wearin’ anything at all,” Billy started, pulling the sweat pants to rest low on his waist, “‘Cause usually I sleep in the nude .”
He finished, popping the last syllable and sticking his tongue out at Steve who had given up on Fitzgerald’s words by now.
“The hell’s your damage, dude?”
Steve tried to add more bite to his tone, dropping his book for extra dramatic flair, but that didn’t stop the uncomfortable shifting, nor the lump in his throat he swallowed.
Billy just laughed, that unhinged maniacal laugh he always did. Creeped Steve out every time. Billy had just opened his mouth, about to respond with another quip or maybe a filthy comment, when the lamp in the corner flicked. His attention snapped in its direction, catching as it flickered and went out, along with the overhead lights, and the radiator that sputtered and shook to a halt.
“Oh you’ve gotta be shittin’ me…” Billy mumbled.
Steve scrambled up and ran to open the door, Billy was quick to follow, peering his head out only to be met with a pitch black hallway. The silhouettes of the rest of the team started poking their heads out one by one, calling across the hall to one another.
Seconds later the coach’s door nearly flew off the hinges as he stormed down the hall towards the lobby, cursing and muttering under his breath. The team waited by their respective doors until eventually Coach Donaldson slinked back towards them. The chatter hushed as he cleared his throat, standing at the base of the hallway.
“It appears that the power has gone out and-”
“No shit Sherlock!”
“- thank you for the comment Mr. Metzer. What I was saying was that the storm has taken out the power, which also means that the heat has gone out-”
A collection of groans, curses, threats and complaints erupted from the boys, cutting off Coach Donaldson once again.
“-and unfortunately!” Coach yelled, getting the attention of the team again.
“And unfortunately, even if we wanted to find a different place, the snow has covered the roads pretty bad and the wind has downed a few power lines. So we are stuck here until the plows come tomorrow morning. For now, keep your windows shut and I suggest stuffing some towels around the doorframe to keep the cold air out-”
The hallway’s shouting and whining came back in full swing. This time Coach Donaldson didn’t even try to say anything more, he just waved his hands in defeat and slunk back to his room.
“Well isn’t this just the cherry on top of this dog shit trip.” Billy grumbled from behind Steve, his breath prickling the nape of his neck.
“Well, I’m gonna go see if they have candles or some shit. Don’t die of hypothermia, ‘k princess?”
He placed his hands on Steve’s waist, pushing him to the side, brushing the skin in the gap where shirt met sweats. Steve scoffed, backing away from Billy’s grasp. He sighed as the door swung shut; what kind of karmic debt could he possibly have to deserve this?
Minutes later, Billy returned, loudly barging through the doorway. Steve elected to ignore his noisiness in favor of keeping the peace, but all the insults he would have thrown vanished as he noticed the somewhat lumpy, cream colored candle resting in a tiny dish, held gently in Billy’s palms.
“You owe me big time, I really put on the charm for the stingy ass old lady at the counter, but I’m kind of irresistible. Especially with the older crowd,” he concluded, darting his tongue out across his lips.
“Eugh, you’re sick.”
Billy just breathed a quick laugh, quite satisfied in irking Steve. He fished his Zippo out from his pocket, popping it open and striking the wheel. He held the flame up to the wick for a moment and let it ignite. Steve watched, again surprised at his slow movements. As if the boisterous, quick Billy he had become so accustomed to, had magically been replaced with a smooth, calm version.
Steve resigned back to his cot, picking up his discarded copy of The Great Gatsby . A deep sigh escaped him as he opened up to where the sliver of paper stuck out of the edge of the pages. Beside him, the bed springs squealed. There was some shuffling, the sound of a zipper, more shuffling, then a dull smack as what Steve assumed was Billy’s duffle bag, hit the floor. After that, the pair was quiet for a while. Steve was stuck desperately squinting to see the pages in the dim candle light, and Billy hummed a song as he indulged in his own novel.
After far too long of time for someone his age, Steve finally reached the page Ms. Kelley requested they read until. He tossed the book over by this duffle, good riddance.Then glanced over to Billy, his face relaxed as his eyes skipped back and forth across the page.
Steve couldn’t help the start of a smile that blossomed on his face; maybe he shouldn’t have written Billy off so soon. I mean, sure, he had done nothing but tease and berate him this entire time, but he shared his cigarettes and could hold a fairly decent conversation, so it wasn’t all bad, he supposed.
“Are you starin’ again, princess?”
“Yeah, in horror , at your ugly mug.”
“Oh now surely you don’t mean that, sweetheart,” Billy mocked in a sugary tone, not bothering to lift his eyes from the page.
Steve pouted, proud of his quick comeback that was pitifully shot down by Billy. Regardless, he settled into his mess of blankets laid out on the floor in silence, too tired to snap back with anything.
Billy chuckled, “Let me finish this chapter and then I’ll blow out the candles, hm?”
Steve, for whatever reason, felt a flush rush up his face. Billy’s statement was so- domestic? That didn’t sound like the right word at all. But he waved it off before he could think about it too hard, huffed a response to Billy, and curled into the blankets. Cursing at the poorly constructed and all too thin blanket provided by the hotel, the cold air sent goose bumps up his arms as it seemed to weasel its way through the woven material with ease.
He shivered uncontrollably. He was turned away from the bed, staring mindlessly at the section of wall where the curtains didn’t quite reach the floor. Although he couldn’t be sure, he could feel Billy’s eyes on him as he squirmed and tried to pull the starchy blanket tighter around himself.
Behind him, he heard Billy sigh, and the sound of something being set upon the bed side table.
“Alright-” Billy started, a certain inflection in his voice that Steve couldn't nail down, “it’s only gonna get colder, and we can’t have the only semi decent player die of hypothermia. So…”
He trailed off, flipping back the heavy looking comforter on the bed as an invitation.
Steve craned his neck, giving Billy a quizzical look.
“I’ll take my chances with hypothermia,” and shifted back to stare at the wall.
“How mature. C’mon, get up here.”
“Bite me.”
“Alright, damn , just tryna be a gentleman.”
“As if.”
Billy glanced over, watching Steve shudder and tighten the blankets around him. He looked at his book, then back to Steve, then back to his book. He rolled his eyes then flipped over, his back facing Steve, who was still pretending not to shiver on the floor.
He blew out the candle with a puff, the springs creaking as he settled back into place. Steve’s breath hitched as he shuddered again. He pulled the blanket impossibly closer, pulling his head under it to trap as much heat as he could. Billy held in a sigh, if Steve wanted to freeze to death that was his own damn problem.
Despite his former macho attitude, it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes before Steve broke. He shot up from his cot, abandoning his stiff blanket and tiptoed his way over to the bed. As slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted the comforter and slipped in. He watched Billy’s shoulders bounce as he snickered at the sudden dip in the bed and the creak of the springs.
“Not a fucking word Hargrove. Not. A fucking. Word .”
Billy hummed. Steve could practically hear his shit eating grin as he spoke, directly disobeying Steve’s rather clear instructions.
“Remember, you can look, but don’t touch, sweetheart .”
Steve scoffed, but they both held their tongues, their spines brushing gently as Steve snuggled into the much warmer bed.
***
Billy’s eyes eased open, barely registering the light pouring in from the windows and the birds outside chirping as he came nose to nose with Steve. He blinked, the sensation of his legs wedged in between Steve’s and his arms thrown around his waist.
He swallowed, his heart rate climbing and sending shockwaves through him. But like a deer in headlights, he remained perfectly still. Something felt- off, inside his chest. Almost as if he didn’t hate this, but he actually liked this, which only raised his concern. But feeling Steve’s soft, sleeping form hugging him like it was made to do so, the concern seemed to melt away. He focused on how his chest rose and fell against his own, the way the light from the window poured in through the slats of the blinds, casting a yellow glow onto the bed.
A tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like his father, was screaming to push Steve from the bed, rough him up a little and make him promise that nobody ever found out about this. But a more powerful force within him, allowed him to relax into Steve. Soaking in the contact that he knew would never, and maybe should never, happen again.
Steve made a quiet noise which made Billy jolt back on instinct. Unfortunately the movement only further woke Steve, who’s own limbs began stretching out and his eyes fluttered open, immediately growing to the size of saucers.
“Hey,” Billy said, covering the awkward-ness with his self proclaimed swagger.
Steve blinked at him, noting that Billy’s morning voice was gravely and low, because of course it was, and there was already a smirk pulling at his lips. Steve quickly ignored how his train of thought came to a screaming halt at the ‘you know what Hargrove’s morning voice sounds like’ station.
“Oh- oh my God-” Steve started, eyes darting down to their tangled bodies.
Billy laughed, quiet and low, not making any effort to move off of Steve. Instead, his hand drifted from Steve’s back to his hip. He relished in the bright red color Steve’s face took on.
“I swear to God I didn’t-”
“-I don’t really give a fuck, Steve .” Billy cut him off, his voice breathy and quiet, the use of Steve’s first name catching him off guard.
Their eyes locked, slanted aqua ones meeting wide brown ones.
They said nothing, just stared in silence. Billy’s hand remained firmly planted on Steve’s hip and their chests were still flush together. Both caught in the purgatory of being too scared to be the first to back off and equally scared to be the one to keep this going.
A shiver ran up Steve’s spine as Billy broke and pulled him closer. Steve inhaled sharply through his nose, noticing Billy’s hand trail further up his side, slipping under his shirt to rest higher on his torso. Billy smirked, his eyes breaking the tense contact to flick down to Steve’s lips, which hung slightly agape.
“What’re ya doin’…” Steve started, not speaking above a whisper and not really caring about the answer, just needing to say something .
“Dunno.”
Before either could say or do anything else stupid, there was a pounding of fists on their door. Like scared cats, both the boys scrambled up and away from each other, stumbling off the bed and racing to the door.
Billy opened it so just he was visible, a painfully faked smile on his face and smoothing his hair back in place in an attempt at nonchalance. His eyes met their point guard, Kenneth, with a shit eating grin
“Morning.”
“Someone better be fucking dying.”
“Nah.”
“Damn, coulda fooled me with your idiotic pounding on our-”
“ -okay whatever, Coach just wanted me to tell you that you dickwads have like an hour before the buses leave, got it?”
“Oh we got it, Kenny.” Billy deadpanned, throwing up a half hearted salute.
“And it’s not Kenny! Its Kenn e-”
Before he could finish the door slammed in his face, a smirk toying on Billy’s face.
“So, uh, what’d he want?” Steve asked, clearly wanting to skip over the whole ‘woke up in each others arms’ thing.
“Nothin’. Kenny’s a moron, what's new. Buses leave in an hour.”
“Cool.”
The two stared at each other for another few seconds, neither knowing what to say in the face of what they had woken up to. Wordlessly, they broke their tense eye contact, and with flushed faces started moving around the room, clothes and packing their things.
Both of them prayed that neither would bring this incident up ever again and yet, they simultaneously hoped they’d be assigned as roommates for the rest of the season.
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"Nice earring by the way."
Robin said, from behind the counter, with a knowing smile on her lips as she punched numbers into the register, slamming the door with a satisfying chime.
Billy's brows furrowed as he reached to get his change back. Robin outstretched her hand as well, deliberately showing off the silver ring on her thumb, it shone in the fluorescent light of the ice cream shop.
"Thanks Buckley." he huffed a laugh, face falling back to the usual smirk as he stuffed his change into the front pocket of his jeans.
She grinned cheerily back at him, he shot her a wink and sauntered out of the store, purposefully swaying his hips.
"The hell was that all about?" Steve spluttered, jaw agape at the scene he just witnessed.
"I think Hargrove and I just became best friends."
Steve only rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, completely oblivious.
He's the Knife in Your Back
at last, a buzzer beater to end all buzz beaters, my last bingo post for @harringrovewinterbingo ! this has been such an amazing event ty to all involved this was such a blast :) ok, now onto some freak nasty smut of these idiots-
this is a fill for A1, "gas station bathroom fuck" also on AO3, enjoy!!!
Summary: The winter after the mall fire, the gang finds themselves back in the saddle. The proverbial saddle being Steve Harrington’s car, speeding to Ohio to talk to a scientist who they think can help them solve the suspiciously Upside Down-ish nature of Chrissy, Patrick, and now Fred’s, deaths. Meanwhile, Billy is frustrated, in more ways than one, but not to worry because Steve is there to help him relieve some of that frustration. OR Steve and Billy fuck nasty in a pubic bathroom because Billy’s pent up frustration is annoying the rest of the gang.
✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 2948 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Road Trips, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bottom Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Praise Kink, Degradation, Smut, Angry Sex, Dialogue Heavy
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The wailing wind just barely overshadowed the chatter in the backseat. Steve’s brows furrowed, eyes squinting to see through the white haze. Suddenly, Lucas’ radio crackled and Robin’s scratchy voice surrounded the car.
“Hey Steve? The snow’s gettin’ pretty bad. Over.”
“I have eyes , Robin, your point? Over.”
“Well uh, Nance, Jonathan, and I agree that we should pull over for a bit. At least let the worst of it pass. Plus, we’ve been driving for like, 10 hours. Over.”
“Try two . But yeah alright that sounds fine, we should get gas anyways. Just lemme know what exit we’re getting off at. Over.”
“It’s uhh, lets see- yes Wheeler, I can read the map - it’s uh yeah right where, right where… so we are umm-”
The walkie talkie cracked and shut off abruptly.
“Robin? You there? Over.”
Steve glanced at Billy, sulking, with his head leaned against the cold window.
“It’s exit 66, for Catawba-South Vienna. Over.”
Nancy’s voice cut in, slightly annoyed by Robin’s inability to read a map.
“Aye aye captain, we’ll see you there. Over and out.”
***
The kids raced each other to the doors, shrieking with laughter as they tried to escape the whirling snow. Steve’s passenger door slammed shut, shaking the entire car’s body as Billy sauntered away from the car and followed the kids up to the snow hidden pathway. Steve rolled his eyes, imagining the fallout if he dared do such a thing with Billy’s precious Camaro.
He had no idea what was the matter with him. Not even ten words had been said between them the entire first half of their impromptu road trip, which was fairly unusual for Billy, but like hell he was going to tell Steve what was wrong so Steve was forced to ignore his sour mood.
An older couple’s eyes went as big as saucers as the gaggle of almost ten teenagers scrambled through the doors, talking with one another quite loudly. The younger group snagged a table and continued their chatter, while Nancy led the argument with the older group as they beelined to the self-serve coffee station.
“I’m just worried, what if that scientist lady doesn’t even help! And then we’re almost four hours outside of Hawkins if something goes down back there.” Robin whispered, anxiously chewing on the inside of her lip.
“Also, didn’t we, uh, basically kidnap the knuckleheads over there? And I’m sort of a fugitive. So that doesn’t make us look any better,” Eddie chimed in.
“Oh, and not to mention that this crackpot may not appreciate trespassers and decide to reach for her shotgun.”
Billy added, his tone was icy, he was reluctant to join their group but Max was dead set on going and like hell anyone was going to stop her. And Billy felt he had an obligation to her life, so here he was.
“Ok well that’s probably the least of our concerns, I’m more worried that the goddamn mind flayer will come back and finish the job.”
Steve watched Billy bristle at Robin’s snappy comment, then with a huff and a mutter of something under his breath, he spun on his heel and disappeared.
“Oh- I probably shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”
“It’s alright, he’s being-” Steve stopped himself, thinking of his next words carefully, “-he’s just extra touchy today.”
Nancy looked at him, an eyebrow raised. And like some strange version of telepathy, he intercepted the ‘please go calm him down so he doesn’t make us all miserable’ message, pretty clearly from Nancy’s facial expression. He groaned.
“He does seem to like you best.”
“Yeah yeah, I’m aware . I’ll go talk to him,” and with a sigh he was off, scanning the store for Billy.
He pushed the door to the bathroom open cautiously, narrowing down that this was the last place Billy could have slunk away to. He was proved right instantly, eyes focusing on Billy as he paced the tiled room, muttering to himself. His curls bounced as he snapped his head towards Steve.
“The fuck do you want Harrington?”
“I want for you to untwist your panties, for starters-”
Billy growled, stalking up to Steve, cornering him against the door, this did little to stop Steve’s accusing tone, only fueling the fire.
“-and then , I wanna know why you have been so fucking agitated lately! Like seriously dude what the hell is the matter with you? The last, like, week has been miserable! I know this whole thing sucks , trust me I do. But that’s no excuse to take it out on everyone else you ass .”
Billy’s hands flew to Steve’s lapel, shoving him further into the door. Oh now Steve was pissed , no way he was going to start a fist fight with him here . They had far more important things to worry about than whatever pansy bullshit Billy was dealing with.
“What, did Liz stand you up? Or maybe you run out of hairspray? I mean what, honestly, what nonsense excuse could you possibly have for acting like a complete toddler ?”
“You better shut your smartass mouth Steve, I’m warning y-”
“-oh yeah, right! What’re you gonna do! You gonna fucking hit me? Will that fix the problem?!”
Billy’s eyes went crazy, a laugh bubbling out of him as he pressed Steve into the door, bringing his leg up in between Steve’s, his thigh just barely brushing Steve’s crotch, further pinning him into the heavy oak.
“No no, I’m serious, if that will mellow you out then by all means , swing away man!”
That comment only earned him a sneer from Billy and another slam into the door, Steve cursed, the door handle pressing into his back. Neither of them said a word, not wanting to brawl in the filthy gas station bathroom, but not knowing what to do next. As if neither of them could admit ‘defeat’ and back down. So they remained staring, their brows crossed and lips downturned. Billy flared his nostrils, both their breaths heavy and hot as they mingled in the sliver of space between them.
Neither was 100% sure who started it, but there was a silent, mutual understanding as their hands dove downwards. Steve’s fumbling for the door handle and praising all that was holy there was a lock, while Billy undid his belt with one hand and Steve’s with the other. Billy’s fingers laced themselves in Steve’s belt loops, pulling him back off the wall and towards the sink.
“So that’s what it was, hm? That’s why you’re uptight?”
Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, shooting daggers at him.
“You haven’t gotten your dick wet in a minute and so now it’s our problem?”
“What did I tell you about shutting the fuck up?”
“Ohh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do to me if I don’t?” Steve asked, playing coy, his bottom lip catching behind his teeth.
“You are so fucking dead Steve-”
Billy started, his voice dropping an octave as it trailed off. He flipped Steve, forcibly bending him at the hips over the sink basin.
Steve hummed, “Maybe it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten all day.”
Billy pressed his hips into Steve’s ass, looking at him in the mirror.
“ God , do you have an off switch?”
“What? I can’t have a little fun? We are fucking aren’t we?” Steve asked, punctuating his sentence by knocking his ass against Billy, “It’s supposed to be fun .”
Billy groaned, slowly grinding on Steve through the layers of thick denim. One of his hands had found a nice spot on Steve’s waist, his fingers gripped into the skin. He wasted no time fiddling with Steve’s jeans with his other hand, undoing them the rest of the way and sliding them down along with his briefs in a few quick, fluid motions.
“Eager. You pictured this before, huh?”
There wasn’t a response from Billy as he shifted his own jeans down just far enough, grinning as he let his cock rest on Steve’s perfect ass. His hand came to feel a circle around Steve’s flank, feeling the soft freckled skin, lightly smacking it and grinning.
“Wow, yeah you have definitely had some sick fantasies about this.”
Billy loomed over him, leaning over and speaking low into his ear. If Steve was going to get all into character and be such a brat , he could play along too.
“And so what if I have? So what if I have pictured fucking you? That turn you on or somethin’?”
Steve didn’t answer, but his face lighting up pink and his dick bobbing in the air told Billy all he needed to know. He smirked and slid his hand up Steve’s body, hooking his fingers in Steve’s mouth.
“Suck.” Billy ordered.
His eyes not breaking contact with Steve’s face in the mirror, watching as he obliged without hesitation. He smirked, slapping Steve’s ass again, leaving a red hand print in its wake, not ignoring the moan Steve let slip from his mouth.
“Of course you’d like it when I hit you, fuckin’ psycho.” Billy muttered.
“Don’t you get into fights for ki-i-cks-”
Steve started, abruptly cut off by Billy’s fingers pressing up against the rim of his hole and pushing the first one past, just until the second knuckle, nothing crazy .
“ Jesus Christ , could you warn a guy?”
“No can do sweetheart, we’re on a tight schedule,” he fished his wallet from his back pocket, and handed it to Steve, “get the condom outta there would you?”
“Why the fuck would I do that?! You’re going way too fast, jackass-”
Billy pressed his finger all the way in, hard, roughly brushing a sensitive bundle of nerves as he did so. Steve’s breath hitched, his hands stalling as they fumbled through Billy’s wallet for a condom.
“Hm, I mean, I could go slow. But, do you want the others to come looking for us?” He asked, twisting his finger around inside Steve.
“They’d pretty quickly realize we’re in here, with the door locked from the inside-” Billy continued, his voice smooth but threatening,
“-and fearing the worst-” he slipped the second finger in, relishing in the strangled noise Steve made,
“-they’d break the lock and burst in.”
Steve let his head fall down, groaning as Billy whispered over him, fingers twisting and thrusting in and out of him, increasing his pace with every word he spoke.
“And they’d find you, bent over the sink like a two dollar whore, with my dick up your tight little ass.”
He finished, slicking his fingers in and out at a dreadfully fast pace, while Steve did his best to stop a pornstar-esch moan from escaping him.
“You’d hate for that to happen, right princess?”
Billy removed his fingers, and lined up his swollen cock head, pressing it to Steve’s rim. The skin to skin touch was electric and sent Steve’s heart rate off the charts.
“I’d really hate for all your little friends to see you moaning and shaking-”
“Goddamn, just do it then.”
Steve’s words trembled out of his mouth, attempting to bring back the bite in his voice but the shaky hand that reached back to hand him the wallet condom was proof enough that he was totally under Billy’s control.
“Ok you asked for it, brat .”
Billy smirked, ripping the package open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock, sending a silent thank you to whoever invented pre-lubed condoms. He positioned his cock up against Steve again, pressing just the tip into him, watching the mirror fog up as he let out a breathy moan, his face crinkling and jaw falling slack.
“Aww, not even half of it and you’re already fallin’ apart.”
He pushed in further, almost moaning himself at the feel of Steve’s plush insides. Steve’s hand flung up to cover his mouth, biting down on his forefinger to keep even more pained noises from coming out. Billy stopped there for a moment, kind enough to let Steve adjust to the thick cock pressing inside him.
“Jesus, you done this before or somethin’?”
Steve didn’t answer, his hips sliding back on their own, begging for more of Billy inside him.
“You little slut…” Billy trailed off, watching Steve squirm.
“Shoulda told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been so gentle about it.”
Before Steve could throw in another smartass comment, Billy had pushed all the way in, hands drifting to the bend where his thighs and hips met to pull Steve even closer to him.
“Fuck!” Steve’s voice cracked as he yelled, gripping the side of the sink.
“Bet that’ll teach you not be a fuckin’ smartass all the damn time.”
Billy sneered, not giving another second of pause before pulling out and slamming into Steve at full force. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the tiled bathroom as Billy flicked his hips forward at a respectable pace. Steve’s eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill over.
“ Shit , you’re so fucking tight,” Billy gasped, hands migrating further up to Steve’s waist again, “but goddamn you take it so good.”
Steve moaned at Billy’s praise, his hips bucking and swaying his neglected cock. His hand reached for it instantly, smearing the precum around it and pumping furiously.
“Couldn’t resist touching yourself?”
Steve just groaned, part in pleasure, part in humiliation.
“Well if you’re so eager to come then that must mean you want me to go faster, huh?”
Steve didn’t answer.
Billy scowled, slowing his thrusts to a painfully slow pace, making sure Steve felt every inch of his cock pushing in and out.
“Hargrove no- please-”
“Please, what ? You didn’t answer when I asked if you wanted it faster, so I assumed you wanted it slower.”
“You asshole I didn’t- that’s not what I meant.”
Billy reached down, snatching the hand Steve was stroking himself with and pinned it behind his back.
“Well you better tell me what you want then, princess.”
“Fuck you.”
Billy smirked, pulling all the way out, leaving Steve gaping and whiny, his arm wiggling to escape.
“Try again.”
“ Fuck me!”
Steve all but cried, his head dropping in shame, cock bouncing between his legs. He kicked himself for being so desperate . He couldn’t believe how needy he was, it was humiliating that Billy had turned him into such a whiny bitch.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Billy smiled, releasing Steve’s hand and lining himself back up, and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. Steve screwed his eyes shut as Billy went right back to his brutal pace, the tip of his cock grinding against Steve’s velvety walls and pressing into all his sweet spots just right.
“Attaboy, you fuckin’ take it princess.” Billy groaned, his fingers gripping harder into Steve’s waist.
Steve had wrapped his shaky hand around his cock once more, his hips twisting and bucking into his fist. He yelped again as Billy shifted and hit that perfectly sensitive spot dead on. Billy growled, fucking into him even harder, staying in that spot, watching as Steve’s body squirm with every thrust and his face convulse in the mirror. “Fuck-fuck-fuck, Billy , fuck-”
Billy reached a hand around and clapped it over Steve’s mouth to muffle as he screamed, his body shuddering as he shot milky ropes of cum onto the floor below him. He whined through it, voice still dampened by Billy’s hand firmly clasped around his mouth, but getting increasingly overstimulated with Billy's relentless thrusts.
“Fu-u-u-ck-” Steve warbled, a stutter marking every time Billy pushed his full length into him.
“Keep takin’ it princess-”
Steve moaned feebly, his arms faltering and his neck giving up on holding his head.
“And here you thought you we’re gonna do something-” Billy took a panting breath in, “tried to be all bratty-”
His fingers dug little red marks into Steve’s pale skin as he fucked into him with no remorse. He grit his teeth and his eyes screwed shut.
“Shit, Steve -”
Billy’s own thrusts stuttered and Steve felt an unfamiliar warmth deep inside him as Billy cursed and groaned again, shallowly pushing his cock in and out as he worked himself through it. He caught his breath with loud sighs, his face had turned a splotchy red and he had a sly smile plastered on it.
Another groan from Steve as Billy gently pulled partially out of his blushed red hole, shoving it in once more just to see the cringe on Steve’s face in the mirror. Before finally pulling out all the way and hastily tying off the condom and tossing it in the garbage bin a few inches away. He slapped Steve’s ass once more for good measure.
His eyes traveled down Steve’s legs as they shook and threatened to give way. His face was a deep crimson, his jeans still down around his knees. He looked totally fucked out, bent over the sink, body trembling with left over pleasure.
“You gonna be cool now?” Steve asked finally, breaking the silence, his voice wrecked and slightly shy.
“Oh absolutely, totally mellow.” Billy answered, hiking up his jeans and tucking his cock away.
“Good, I’d be pissed if you were still annoying after all this work I put in.” Steve shot back, again making a poor attempt at bringing back some bite.
“Woah, big talk for someone who can hardly stand right now.”
Steve scowled into the mirror, catching Billy’s eyes. On wobbly legs, he stood off the sink and fixed his clothes, pulling his jeans back into place and running a hand through his hair. Billy grabbed him by his belt loops to pull him once more to whisper in his ear.
“We gotta do that more often princess .”
quick prom modern au bc these fellas have rotted my brain
“Robin you’ve got this all wrong!” Steve whined, pacing around his room.
“If I’m so wrong then why are you all worked up about this huh?”
Damn that was a good point, why was he so worked up about this? It wasn’t like he actually liked Billy or anything like that. It was just a funny bit that Robin liked to play, the classic ‘Steve and Billy are super gay and in love with each other’.
Which was utterly ridiculous, yeah sure they were gay but that didn’t automatically mean they were destined to be with each other.
Steve scoffed, in lue of a real answer.
“I dunno.”
“Always Mr. Helpful.” Robin sighed, turning back to her phone.
“Didja do the Wordle today? I’m on my third try and I have like one letter.”
Steve thanked whatever god was out there that Robin had the attention span of a gnat, really helped out when there was a topic he didn’t want to discuss.
****
The lunch room always had a distinct smell of mold to it, which irked Nancy to no end, so the group often found themselves eating in the library. Nancy sucked up to the librarian enough that she didn’t even bat an eye when the usual four to five teenagers would follow Nancy around like lost ducklings.
“So, you guys have a date to the prom yet?” Jonathan asked awkwardly as they settled into the soft chairs in the back corner of the library.
Everyone knew he wanted to take Nancy, and that this was his not so sly attempt at figuring out if she had a date yet or not.
“Hell no, you think I’m going to prom? I’m like, way too old for that shit.” Eddie chuckled.
“But you’re our favorite super senior!”
“Swear to God Hargrove-”
Billy just cackled to himself while Robin interrupted him.
“Ok well I DO have a date to prom, so suck it losers.”
“Oh yeah right Buckley.”
“Nah I’m serious, I have hoes out the wazoo.”
Steve let his head fall and hit the table, letting out an over exaggerated groan at Robin’s latest and greatest sentence.
“Ok laugh it up but I am taking the drop dead gorgeous Heather Holloway and you’re taking…” she trailed off, pretending to think, “Oh that’s right, nobody!”
Steve lifted his head and scowled.
“It’s ok pretty boy, I’ll take you if no other upstanding citizen volunteers.”
Steve consciously ignored the blush that rose up the back of his neck and grumbled out a response.
“My hero.”
“Hey you could put that shit on college apps! ‘Takes bitchless losers on dates’, I can see the headlines now.” Eddie quipped, dramatically pantomiming to the group.
****
“Yo Steve-o!” Billy called, jogging up to Steve’s car.
“What, need the chemistry homework again?” he smirked.
“Dude, that was one time, and no.” he huffed, leaning up against the passenger door, looking over the roof at Steve.
“I came to ask you something actually.” he continued.
“You know that, uh, joke? Like the bit that Robin always does?”
Steve narrowed his eyes.
“Like you know that one, well anyways, I just. That’s all to say, or I guess ask, I’m here to ask something-” he trailed off again. “Dude just spit it out.”
“Do you want to go to prom with me?”
“I mean yeah sure, I assumed we would go in a group together anyways.”
“No no no, goddammit Steve, I meant like together. With me. With me as your date. With matching boutonnieres and dumb pictures and all that horseshit.” he waved his hand flippantly at Steve.
“Holy shit really?”
“Yeah really.” Billy answered wearily, he would never get used to the painfully slow processing speed of Steve Harrington.
“Huh. I did not expect this. How long have you…” he trailed off.
“Too fucking long Steve. Now answer the fucking question will you?”
The corners of his mouth perked up without his permission, “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Matching boutonnieres and all.”
“Oh thank fucking God, I was so worried you were gunna say no and then I’d have to kill all the witnesses.”
Steve snorted a laugh.
“Ok, I got practice so I gotta run, but I had to ask that before I lost my mind. See you later.”
Steve watched as Billy jogged off back towards the school, he couldn’t stop the dopey grin from showing. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and shot a quick text to Robin.
ok mybe u were right… on a totally unrelated note, what color should billy and I’s ties be??
ok ok so the idea of a camp au has been floating around in my head forever and at this point i just need to put pen to paper! now i’ve never been to camp so keep that in mind. and god only knows if this will become an actual fleshed out fic or a WIP that will collect dust in my drive forever-
anyways, it's called Camp Spruce Trails (get it, Spruce Trails, ST?) and I'm imagining this au is still set in the mid 80s, but none of the upside down stuff happens ya know? or maybe upside down stuff happens while they're at camp? but i'm kind of leaning towards letting these guys have a normal childhood-
the camp itself is your classic 6 week sleepaway camp, there’s canoeing, arts and crafts, knot tying, competitions, campfires, etc. going to camp is a borderline religious tradition for The Party and they will do everything in their power to make sure they attend. one of their favorite parts of camp, is the staff:
Argyle Franco: 18, Kitchen, he isn’t huge with the kids but Jonathan convinced him to apply for the job, fridays are always pizza nights, he keeps to himself usually but cheers on his favorite campers during their games
Robin Buckley: 18, Blue Cabin Counselor, frazzled 24/7 but trying her best, wears the handmade jewelry from her campers like it’s made of gold, knows all the camp songs by heart, cries when camp ends, no longer allowed in the kitchen after the incident of ‘84
Nancy Wheeler: 18, Yellow Cabin Counselor, by the books and her campers know that, but they still have fun, always excels in the art competitions (much to Billy’s dismay), she's the most strict counselor however she takes great pride in her ability to get all the campers in bed by lights out
Jonathan Byers: 18, Groundskeeper(?), no one really knows his exact job title, he just sort of shows up every summer and nobody says anything, he fixes leaky pipes, kitchen appliances, pulls weeds, whatever needs done, he helps out a lot in the art cabin though
Steve Harrington: 19, Green Cabin Counselor, mostly stable but the coffee rings stained into his clipboard are telling, tries to be the "cool counselor", and if you stay on his good side you’ll be fine, however he will not hesitate to drag your ass to the office and call your parents if you step out of line
Billy Hargrove: 19, Red Cabin Counselor, parents hate him, but his campers are loyal, they demolish every single athletic competition, stole Eddie’s whistle (now annoys everyone with it), also no longer allowed in the kitchen after the incident of '84
Eddie Munson: 20, Lifeguard, but he sort of pokes his head in wherever he pleases, was deemed unfit to be a camp counselor so they stuck him as lifeguard, plays guitar around the campfire at night, multiple writes up for smoking on the job
if i were to flesh this out more into a full au fic (or more realistically, a series of ficlets??) you can bet your bottom dollar that there will be a giant love hexagon thing that will be going on as a subplot to the camp activities. i'm not even a huge multi-shipper or anything but picture it: Nancy asks Robin to watch her campers for a minute so she can go flirt with Jonathan? yeah sure why not. Nancy gets back and finds Robin sulking cause she's jealous? i'm sure Nancy would be happy to cheer Robin up with a kiss! Eddie and Argyle bump into each other smoking behind the shed? oh whoops my finger slipped and now they're shot gunning a joint. Steve find's Billy and Eddie chilling at Skull Rock? well shit now all three of 'em are making out a la Challengers.
my dear friend melaine requested i write whump steve, hurt/comfort for steddie. so, whump steve hurt/comfort i shall write! so everyone say "thank you melanie for making apple write steddie again"
anyways, ya'll know the drill. AO3 link here. go nuts kids
american here. i was scrolling and all the sudden comments stopped loading in. i exited and reopened the app… i got a pop up that said it “has been banned in the US”
it’s over chat
my turn!!
No matter what happens in Stranger Things s5, I promise I'll write some nasty, smutty, sleazy Harringrove to celebrate the last season. 🥰🤞
not to incite ship wars in my comments, but you can always tell which ship is "loosing" based on who is meaner on the internet. like, one tag will be full of light and positivity and love and all things joyful.
then the "loosing" ship tags will be full of #antiXYZ and flat out mean and hateful and patronizing things!!! and it makes me cackle. ship discourse is just so... interesting.
Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s as he handed the cigarette back to him. He was surprised he even showed up to prom, he never thought he’d see Billy Hargrove in anything other than skin tight jeans but here he was in a surprisingly well fitted black suit.
And here they were. On the back steps of the school, sharing a cigarette. Another thing Steve would have never guessed would happen in a million years.
“Pretty boy like you should have a date.”
“I did. We didn’t click.”
Billy hummed, bringing the yellow filter up to his lips and taking a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut as acid smoke filled around his lungs.
“Why’d you always call me that?”
He raised an eyebrow, opening his eyes and turning his head to face Steve, gently blowing the smoke into his face.
“Asshole-” Steve muttered but continued, “pretty boy, why do you always call me pretty boy?”
“I mean I know you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed but I thought that one was self explanatory.”
Steve looked at him unimpressed, clearly needing this to be spelled out. Billy rolled his eyes at him.
“You’re pretty.”
“Right, my bad for expecting a real answer out of you.”
“That is the real answer.”
Billy looked away, taking a quick drag before elaborating.
“You’re just, pretty, I suppose. Not many guys are pretty.”
There was a moment of quiet and Billy swore he heard Steve’s heart beating next to him. Then again, it could have been his own.
“Oh. Well, thanks. I guess.”
“My pleasure, pretty boy.”
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