PSL with dontcreamyourpants

[fuckboyofhawkins]

[Cont from https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/5869656.html?thread=2561564504#cmt2561564504]

Billy rolled his eyes at the text before tossing his phone into the passenger seat. He drove to the Harrington house, pulling up outside and parking next to the driveway. He slid a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and grabbing his phone before he started around the back of the house. He rounded the corner, smirking when he saw Steve sitting at the edge of the pool with his legs dipped in.

"Almost tempted to push you in. Just to get you all nice and wet." He teased as he called out, licking his lips before taking another drag off his cigarette. He hummed softly, kicking off his shoes as he walked closer. He was in jeans and a wife beater, but he tugged on his belt with a chuckle. "Gonna need to use a bathroom to change." He pulled his swim trunks out of his back pocket and swinging it in front of him. "Unless you'd rather I just change right here." He waved around, walking closer and nudging Steve lightly with his foot.

He took another drag, slowly exhaling before he spotted the bottle of liquor he'd asked Steve about, moving over and snagging it. He smiled wide, opening it and taking a long swig. He hummed, tilting his head back.

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[dontcreamyourpants]

To say he'd been drinking was an understatement. He had started with shots because why not? Life was complicated and who was gonna stop him? His parents came in and out of the Harrington coop so often that it was like having his own house all to himself anyways.

Besides, it wasn't like they cared if he drank. As long as he didn't make a scene or cause a scandal.

It was all about appearances with them.

So it was only him looking out for his parent's best interest when he texted Billy. Cause he was way drunk now and the pool was looking real nice.

Course he hadn't thought Billy would actually show up but there he was, smug as ever.

"What do I care? Change wherever you like," he shrugged through his striped tee. His legs were in the water, just putting about. He did tilt his sunglasses at the blonde as he twirled his swim trunks. Steve grinned, still very drunk. "Unless you're shy?"

[fuckboyofhawkins]

Boy did Billy understand what that was like. Appearances were everything to Neil and he expected Billy to always be the perfectly respectful son. And when he wasn't? He definitely felt it later.

Which was why he actually enjoyed being around Steve. He could be himself, drink, fuck around, do whatever he wanted. It was nice feeling that free.

He stared at Steve, studying him for a moment before crouching down and leaning in close. "You just wanna see me naked, don't you?" He asked, laughing before playfully pushing him. He took another swig of the liquor, groaning as it burned down his throat.

[dontcreamyourpants]

Steve normally would have never let anyone push him around, let alone new jerk on the block Billy Hargrove, but he had already had plenty to drink and the alcohol was making him very suggestable. And pushable apparently. Billy had already had touched him twice. The push wasn't as unwelcome as Steve would have liked it to feel but he still rolled his eyes at the blonde.

"Nobody here wants to see you naked." A lie. Steve was curious but he could hold out for a little while longer. At least until he had a few more shots. Than maybe he'd start taking off clothes.

Steve gestured toward the bottle of liquor. "Hey, don't drink it all. I saved you some. Not the whole damn bottle," he laughed, unable to reach the liquor itself and instead pulled on Billy's leg like that was gonna do anything.

[fuckboyofhawkins]

He frowned a bit at that, shrugging and setting the bottle back down next to him. "Then I'll just go inside. Maybe find something for myself to drink." He hummed before pushing himself back up and heading for the back door.

He glanced back at Steve, just eyeing him for a moment. "Too bad though. Was kind of hoping for a private tour...see about practicing my mouth to mouth like we talked about." He hummed, sliding the back door open.

[dontcreamyourpants]

Private tour? Steve drunkenly turned his head and watched Billy as he made his way to the door. Well, more like watched how that ass moved in those jeans. Like damn. Wait, what was that Billy was saying now? "If you insist," Steve chuckled and pushed himself to his feet, bottle in hand. The world was a little dizzy for a minute but he managed to make his way over to where Billy was waiting.

"If you're looking for something to practice on, I could definitely help with that," he was bold in saying, winking at the blonde as he stepped inside. He took another swig of the liquor, cringing at the awful taste as it burned its way down. He wasn't drinking for the flavor. Nope. He just wanted the world to go numb for just a little bit.

Wasn't his fault he ended up drunk texting like some horny asshole.

Steve didn't bother with any of the lights but he knew his own house and found the living room easy enough. Billy could follow, if he wanted. He set the bottle on the coffee table and then collapsed onto the couch, waving one arm dramtically in the air. "Tour done. Liquor cabinet is right there. Have whatever you want."

[fuckboyofhawkins]

He laughed at the wink, following Steve inside. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, opening it up and digging around for a moment before coming back with another bottle of whiskey. He opened it, eyes locked on Steve's as he took a few swigs and reached down with his free hand. He popped the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down as he sat the bottle on the table and moved closer.

"Suppose I should change, huh?" He kept his eyes on Steve, pushing his jeans down. He left his boxer briefs on, letting Steve check him out as he hooked a thumb into them and slowly pushing down. It was a tease, revealing more skin but just not enough.

"C'mere, pretty boy." He reached out, hooking one of his fingers into the other teen's trunks, pulling him closer. "Why don't you tell me what I can practice on?"

[dontcreamyourpants]

"You're cruel," Steve watched, mouth going dry as the Sahara desert as he watched the other take off his pants and boxers in the most tantalizing way possible. There was no way anyone took off their clothes that slowly. Billy was doing it on purpose and he was doing it for him which was both annoying as fuck and hot as hell. And of course Steve had to watch. His eyes were glued to those boxers, then to the bronzed skin underneath. Billy knew exactly what he was doing.

Good thing he was drunk or he probably wouldn't have had the balls to go along with this. Not like he didn't want to because he really fucking wanted to but he knew that he wasn't supposed to. That this was exactly the kind of thing that would make his parents send his dumbass off to someplace expensive and remote. But looking Billy over, Steve decided to fuck the consequences.

He let Billy pull him in, a soft huff leaving him as they got close enough for him to reach out and touch-

-just a few fingers splayed out over Billy's chest, trailing down, down, down. "Maybe if you got on your knees, you'd find out." Apparently a combination of whiskey and tequila made him very bold.

[fuckboyofhawkins]

"Cruel? And now how am I being cruel?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he let his boxers drop to the floor. He kicked them out of the way before leaning in, their lips almost just brushing. "On my knees, huh? Is that what you would like, Harrington?"

His fingers hooked into his shorts more, pushing them down firmly so he was exposing the other boy. "Want my mouth wrapped around you cock? Say it." He growled, licking his lips before biting at Steve's lower lip. Then he tilted his head, letting his lips brush down his jaw and throat.

His fingers wrapped around Steve, watching his face as he stroked over him. "C'mon, pretty boy. Tell me exactly what you want."

[dontcreamyourpants]

What did he want? Wasn't that the dumb question of the night?

Everything was gone. No clothes. Just skin. Glorious warm skin that he could slide his fingers over. "I'd like to shut you up," but he knew that was half-hearted threat. Billy would know it too. The bite to his lip only fanned the fire already burning hot below his stomach. Steve grabbed at Billy's hips and pulled them flush against his own, moaning at the contact. Then Billy's hand has got itself around him and he's sure moaning like a whore the second he does. He has to bite his own lip and swallow any other noises so he could try to keep part of his dignity.

Is this even happening? He can't stop smirking, even as the other is slowly jerking him off. "I want to fuck you so hard until you forget your own name." He pauses, licked his lips and went on. "Or you fuck me. Either way, I want that ass."

[fuckboyofhawkins]

He raised an eyebrow slowly, licking his lips and pressing close with a soft groan. "We both know you don't wanna shut me up." He whispered against his lips, thumbing down his chin carefully.

"Unless it means fucking my mouth." He whispered before closing his eyes and grinding against him. "Stop holding back. I want to hear you." He growled, stroking a bit faster.

He thought about it for a moment, still stroking over his cock as he stared. "Why not both? We're young enough that we can both go again fairly quickly. Because I want you. I want you bad, Steve."

[dontcreamyourpants]

Steve made a face and valiant effort to look offended. "Shut it, Hargrove." But Billy was right. He liked it when Billy's mouth moved. It didn't matter if it was making snarky comments, lewd quips or if it was on cock, gliding effortlessly. But he'd been taught that he shouldn't like that, so it's a bit of a war going on his head. Though it's obvious which side is winning.

"I think you've been waiting awhile to get me in your mouth," he teased, moving one leg up to hook up and around the other's knee, keeping them together. The friction was intense but Steve kept his mouth parted open, panting and moaning a bit louder than before.

Want him? Wasn't that a surprise. "Mmm," he hummed, leaning his head back and just out of Billy's reach. "How bad? Hm? How bad do you want me?" Then he came back in and nipped at Billy's chin.

[fuckboyofhawkins]

"Maybe I have." He teased, raising an eyebrow slowly before shifting a bit as he started working his way down the other's body. He didn't stop stroking as he moved, his lips brushing over Steve's jaw and then down his chest.

"You gonna give me that chance? See just how good you taste, pretty boy." He asked with a tease, winking up at him before shouldering between his thighs. He hummed, staring into his eyes for a long moment before dropping his hand away and just engulfing him. He took a slow breath before he started bobbing his head, lips wrapped tight and cheeks hollowing out.