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Billy is fucking dying.
First coming to Hawkins and leaving his mom behind. Having nothing but fury inside and misery. Having to lower his head and survive his dad's fists on the daily.
His life sucked big time for months.
To get the news that his mom wasn't fucking disgusted with him and done with him in particular. Then finally get out of living with his dad?
Living with his aunt isn't ideal but it fucking wins by a lot.
He can finally be free and stop the urge of breaking things. The anger that evaporates, leaves him winded.
He toned it down several notches since; he can sleep comfortable without anxiety now and actually eat in peace. He didn't know how much he was constantly vigilant and on guard since getting away from his dad.
The other good thing was going up to Steve and grunting an a apology and offering a lighter. He doesn't think Steve heard it but it's the intention that counts.
If he knew befriending Steve Harrington would cause him this state of permanent bonerdoom he wouldn't have.
When Billy said "Bite me, loser" he couldn't in his wildest dreams conjure such fucking fantasy. But Harrington lives to give him cardiac arrest at least twice a day. So Billy gasped. Fucking gasped when Steve said looking dopey and smily "okay" and proceeded to bite the jut of his neck in plain view of several of their biology classmates while the teacher did her thing. At least the light was low and the nature documentary and David Attenborough's voice drowned that gasp. He's red for the rest of the class while Steve falls asleep.
Sitting with Harrington was a grave mistake.
Being in the same galaxy as Steve is a mistake. Billy doesn't think Steve would be this mean. Doesn't think Steve knows Billy is fucking hard at the bare sight of him in tight jeans.
But Steve HAS to know right?
On a chilly monday when they are outside fresh from their homes Steve steps up to him, cigarette already in his mouth but no lighter in sight. Billy smirks "need a light? Shame I forgot mine" pulling his cigarette from his mouth and exhaling smoke. He grins and drops the almost finished cigarette. Steps on it.
Steve snorts and steps up. Puts his hand on his chest palming the front pocket where he usually stocks it. Billy is holding the lighter in his other hand.
Seeing Steve this early already put him in a better mood. Having his hand on him. This is another level.
Billy is so dumb. Pinning after him like this, fucking acting like a sunflower when Steve is close, as if he's the sun.
But when Steve looks at him like Billy is someone to him it turns something deep inside.
Steve squints at him "So that," he points to the ground "lit itself after you smiled pretty at it? Doubtful Hargrove" then proceeds to stuff both of his hands down his pants searching for the zippo lighter.
Billy's eyes open up big as saucers and he opens his mouth to say something. He bites his tongue. If Billy said something now it would come out only 80% flirtatious and 0% as a joke. Steve's hands stay there for less than 5 seconds. But he has Steve's hands on the groin. Pretty fucking close to where they were on his dreams last night. When Steve pulls back he says huffing "well, now I'll have to ask Matt then" and he leaves like he didn't have his hands down his crotch.
Is he for real?
So Billy is tired living this torture for days and he can't actually be mean anymore. So he goes all out. Harrington wants to touch? Wants to drive Billy crazy? Okay message received.
Billy thought this was comeuppance but he made some mistakes. Actually touching Steve back is torture. Because he has to stop himself, nobody can say Billy never committed to something now.