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Helping Hand
Billy and Steve have been friends forever, well since kindergarten to be exact when Billy’s mom had moved him to Hawkins for a fresh start. They have been inseparable ever since and they tell each other everything. Well Billy does most of the over sharing but Steve tells him things too, even things that make him squirm and blush to admit when prompted to share them.
They are in the last year of high school and Billy will not stop talking about finding some guy to date and get off with because getting off feels amazing so it has to feel even better with a partner right? Steve does not get it, any of the appeal of getting off. He gets the appeal of other people in a sense, well he finds Billy appealing in that he wants to be around him all the time. Steve just does not understand wanting to get off, or more he cannot understand how people do it. He has tried but every time he puts his hand on his dick he is filled with a great shame and he just cannot get to that magical mythical place Billy is always going on about.
Billy has taken to mocking Steve since he admitted it, friendly and sweetly concerned in his own way, to others it would come off as mean but Steve knows how Billy ticks. Still it grates each day Billy brings it up and teases and there is only so much Steve can take. It is not like he has not tried to touch himself and get off, it is not as if he would not like to experience the pleasure that is supposed to cum but he just cannot do it.
“Could you fucking give it a break!” Steve hisses when Billy once again makes a crack about his lack of masturbation. He gave it an attempt this morning and once again touching his cock to get off just made him feel like he was doing something wrong.
Billy turns sharply another teasing remark at the ready but he stops short when he sees that Steve is not just annoyed, his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are flush. “Hey, hey come on I’m just teasing.” Billy says wrong footed as Steve turns away from him trying to hide. Billy catches him by the elbow and does not let him, dipping his head trying to catch Steve’s eyes as he pulls him back around. “Come on, you know I’m teasing, is it really bugging you that much, or is something else bothering you?” Billy asks, easily manhandling Steve onto the nearby bench. “Talk to me pretty boy.”
“I don’t want to it’s embarrassing.” Steve mutters, annoyed at the sting he can feel in his eyes.
“Tell me anyway. I tell you all of my embarrassing shit, come on bambi tell me.” Billy grins at the little glare Steve shoots him, he has been calling Steve bambi since they watched the movie as kids and Billy is never going to stop, Steve still encapsulates it with the way he falls, his long legs always tripping him up and his big brown eyes. Billy puts both hands on Steve’s face and squishes his cheeks together as he pouts. “Come on, tell me.” Billy insists, pushing his hands in and out and making Steve’s mouth move with it until Steve slaps his hands away.
Steve is going to refuse, really he is but then Billy catches his hand and just holds it, nothing but serious and asks him once more and Steve breaks and tells Billy just how upset he really is about the whole thing. Steve sags as he finishes spilling his guts, waiting for Billy to mock him. It is his go to, tease until Steve lightens up and Steve honestly does not know if he can take it right now.
“I could, I could give you a hand with that.” Billy says, heat in his stomach, more than interested in giving Steve a helping hand.
“Don’t fuck with me about this Billy.” Steve grits out, sure he is joking and stands to leave, ready to go home and hide but Billy catches his hand again, stopping him.
“I’m not fucking with you, I’m honestly offering.” Billy says, cheeks hot as he stares Steve down. “Let’s see if you can get off with someone else touching your dick.” Billy would like to try and help him out, his motivation is not completely altruistic even if nothing else comes of it, Billy will come out of it with material for his spank bank. Billy can read the hesitation on Steve and he gives his hand a squeeze as he stands. “Just think about it and let me know.” Billy says before reaching a hand up and scrubbing it through Steve’s perfectly quaffed hair, breaking the tense moment as Steve tries to get him to stop messing up his hair.
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Billy tells him to think about it and Steve does, it is pretty much all he thinks about for the next three days. To the point he is pretty sure he failed his English test because he spent more time thinking about Billy putting his hand on his dick than he did studying. Billy does not bring it up. He does not even tease Steve about his hang up, being strangely reserved about it. Steve was hoping Billy would bring it up but when he still does not and they are leaving school on Friday Steve finally cracks.
Billy is chewing his bottom lip, not bringing up the offer and pestering Steve about it is killing him. He has almost asked Steve so many times, had stuffed a whole Twinkie in his mouth at lunch and nearly choked in an effort to keep from bringing it up. Billy wants Steve to give in because he wants it not because he nags him into it. They are on their way home when Billy feels the pestering urge build up, the question trying to come out and Billy is digging in his pocket looking for something to shut himself up with when Steve saves him from needing to.
“Um, your offer the other day, you uh, you meant it right?” Steve asks, palms sweating and he scrubs them against his shorts, staring at the ground. Steve does not want to see Billy’s face if he has changed his mind or if he really was joking. Billy seemed serious though, more serious than Steve has ever seen him.
Billy trips over a rock with the question, hand falling to Steve’s arm to keep himself on his feet and he keeps a hold as Steve stops. “Yeah absolutely.” Billy says eagerly before clearing his throat and tries to sound a little less like his dick is already getting hard. “I would be happy to help you out.”
Steve chews his bottom lip as he stares at Billy looking for any sign of deceit he does not find any and he knows all of Billy’s tells when he is trying to put one over on him. It gives Steve courage to say “Cool, um when do you, when do you think we could, could you know-” Steve lets his words drift off face hot as chews on his lip some more.
“Let's do it now.” Billy says quickly.
“Out in the open?” Steve asks, horror in his tone as he looks around the street they are on at all of the cookie cutter houses with big windows that have a perfect view of them. He pouts when Billy laughs at him and shoots him a glare and Billy goes serious.
“Yes Steve, get your pants down right here right now, let’s put a show on for the whole neighborhood.” Billy remains serious for a few minutes before he laughs again, holding tight when Steve tries to pull away with an annoyed huff. “Of course I didn’t mean here. I mean let’s go to your place first but like let’s go now.” Billy says, already moving faster and tugging Steve along. Steve feels dumb for not realizing what Billy obviously meant and drags his feet petulant until Billy threatens to haul him over his shoulder and carry him there if he does mpt pick up the pace.
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Steve goes nervous when they get up to his room, locking the door despite the fact that his parents are out of town again. He is pretty sure he is going to chew through his lips at this rate, as he drops his bag on his desk and stands awkwardly by it, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Billy tosses his bag down and sits on Steve’s bed, thighs spread, hoping the bulge in his jean shorts is not too noticeable, he takes a moment while Steve is putting his bag down to adjust himself. “Alright pretty boy let's get to it, strip.” Billy says after letting the silence drag out for a few minutes, eyes on Steve awkwardly standing by his desk.
“What? Strip, why, why do I need to do that?” Steve asks, head jerking up to stare wide eyed at Billy, his wide eyes making him look just like bambi.
“You don’t want to make a mess of your clothes right? Come on strip down for me, I’ve seen you naked plenty of times over the years it’s nothing new.” Billy encourages, tongue flicking out over his lips.
“Right, yeah of course.” Steve mutters to himself, cheeks going warmer and he knows his ears and chest are stained red as he slowly drags his top up, hesitating for a moment before tossing it toward the hamper. He toes his socks off next, shoes left downstairs by the door when they came in and then undoes the button and zipper on his pants pushing his underwear down with them to pool around his ankles before looking at Billy unsure of what he should do now.
Billy is staring, he knows he is staring but normally he cannot. Usually when he sees Steve naked it is because he is changing or in the locker room shows and he cannot truly appreciate it but here Steve is hands covering his dick as he looks at Billy on full display. “Alright come here.” Billy says, patting his thigh for good measure. “Come on bambi, I won’t bite.” Billy adds when Steve hesitates getting a huffy little eye roll for the nickname but it does the trick, Steve stumbles over to him.
Steve chest his pounding, as he stands in front of Billy unsure of what to do now that he is right here, their legs touching. Billy does not give him too much time to dwell on it, hands catching Steve by the hips making heat pool in his belly as his dick kicks behind his palms. Steve feels a little faint as Billy turns him and pulls him to sit between his thick spread thighs, Billy’s chest firm as it presses against his back. “This okay?” Billy asks mouth next to his ear as he hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder, it makes him shudder as he nods.
“If you want me to stop at any time just say so, okay?” Billy says softly, hoping Steve does not tell him to stop but wanting to make sure he knows that Billy will if he needs him to. Steve nods again and Billy rubs his nose against his cheek as he tips his head down to see Steve’s hands still keeping his dick covered. “Do you want to try touching yourself first?”
Steve jerks at the question, some of the heat pooling in his belly going cold at the thought, he is still so hot but it is different, shame shooting through him at the idea of putting his hand on his cock for pleasure. Steve gives his head a violent shake, almost moving away but Billy’s hands tighten on his hips to keep him still. “Okay, okay, just wanted to check. Can you move your hands for me now? You can set them on my thighs so they’re out of the way.” Billy says patiently and Steve relaxes again.
Billy’s mouth goes a little dry as Steve moves his hands and he gets a good look at Steve’s half hard cock, it is pretty and long and Billy cannot wait to see it fully erect in his hand. “Good, that’s good.” Billy says as Steve’s hands find perches on his thighs and he skims his hands down from Steve’s hips. Steve shudders and Billy wonders if it is the brush of his fingers or the praise, he hopes there is time to figure that out later. “Just relax, I've got you.” Billy reassures.
Steve is tense, his whole body held tight in anticipation and fear as he watches Billy’s hand move closer to his cock. He is sure that any moment now that shame and guilt will well back up and this will all be one more mortifying experience he tries to pretend never happened. Billy’s hand curls around his cock and just holds there for a long minute and Steve does not realize he is holding his breath until Billy slides his hand up toward the tip and then down again. It is nothing like trying to touch himself, no instant repulsion trying to give him whiplash, no it feels nice. Steve gulps and relaxes some, hands firm where he presses them down against Billy’s thighs but he relaxes, some of that tension draining out of him.
Billy feels like he is in a trance as Steve finally relaxes against him, the heat of him nestled between his naked thighs making Billy wish he had thought to get naked but this is not actually about him. Despite that his dick is harder than ever as he strokes Steve’s cock, slowly at first easing Steve into it. It is so dry and Billy stops after a few strokes and pulls his hand away, trying not to grin, delighted when Steve startles and protests, cock fully hard and dripping a drop of pre as he squirms.
“Wait, wait what? Uh are you done? Was that it?” Steve asks when Billy takes his hand away looking down at his cock with worry. He is pretty sure that is not how it is supposed to go, he has been like this before and while the touching felt nice, really nice, it was not the spectacular thing everyone talks about when the topic of getting off comes up. There is not even much of a mess just a bit or pre making the tip of his dick shiny.
“No, just getting some lube, it’ll feel even better.” Billy says, keeping close to Steve even as he dips to the side so he can grab his bag off of the ground and digs the lube out of the front pocket. Billy had tossed it in there after he first made the offer to give Steve a hand, hopeful he would take him up on it and wanting to be prepared. As soon as he has his prize in hand Billy is dropping the bag back down to the ground and squirting lube into his hand as he rights himself.
“Oh that is fucking cold Billy!” Steve hisses squirming as Billy’s cold hand circles his dick. Billy snorts and Steve briefly thinks about jabbing him with his elbow but it quickly warms as Billy moves his hand and Steve forgets his moment of agitation. Billy starts slow again but soon he is moving his hand faster, letting it twist on the upstroke before he slides his thumb up over Steve’s slit and Steve cannot keep himself quiet. Everything Billy does drags little punched out sounds from him and he would be embarrassed if he was not so lost in the motion of Billy’s slick hand on his cock.
Billy is so into this, chest pressed tight against Steve’s back as he strokes him, his own cock in his shorts a hot pulsing bulge against Steve’s back as Billy keeps on ringing noises and pre out of Steve. The sound of his hand over Steve’s cock is slick and wet, probably too wet, with Billy pouring too much lube from the bottle in his excitement at touching Steve some more. Steve is naked and practically in Billy’s lap and he is feasting, his spank bank is going to live off of this for months to come.
Steve’s hands remain on Billy’s thighs, nails digging in as he squirms, dick hard and heavy, dripping pre as Billy’s hand works him. It is good, nice, really nice, fantastic even. It is so different from when he tries to touch himself like this and yet similar in a sense but so much better because none of that shame is here and he just cannot keep still. Billy’s mouth is hot against his ears as he asks "Do you want me to stop?" Steve cannot really do words right now but he makes a noise in the back of his throat, distressed at the very thought and gives his head a sharp shake, he absolutely does not want Billy to stop.
"Okay, okay, I won’t." Billy says, throat dry as Steve makes more noises, all sorts of lovely sounds dripping from his throat as Billy brushes over the tip with his thumb and twists his hand again. Billy slides his other hand from where it has been resting against Steve’s belly to keep him somewhat in place. He brushes it down, fingers softly trailing, making Steve’s stomach jump as it skims even lower. Billy traces the crease of Steve’s thigh until he gets to his balls and then Steve is arching as Billy rolls them.
"Oh, oh fuck B." Steve whimpers as Billy rolls his balls again, hand fisting tight around his cock as Billy speeds his hand. Steve is close so, so close. Steve has never gotten anywhere near this close to cumming before on his own, always tapping out long before this point.
"Come on pretty boy, spill your load for me. You can do it, I've got you, nothing bad is going to happen." Billy says like he thinks Steve is conflicted. He is not, he has never been conflicted about cumming, it is just the shame of getting himself off that is always keeping him from succeeding. There is none of that shame filling him with Billy’s hand gliding over his cock.
Billy’s own cock is dripping in his pants, it is slick and hot and unbearable as his sensitive tip rubs up against the rough fabric of his inseam. He wants so badly to get his dick out, to let it slide against Steve's naked ass and back but he does not want to take his hands off Steve who is moaning and groaning, hands clutching Billy’s thighs even tight.
"Bill, Billy, B!" Steve tries to warn Billy but all he can get out is variations of Billy’s name around moans as he arches, body going tight as his balls draw up and heat shoots through him, vision whiting out.
"Fuck bambi." Billy rasps against Steve’s sweaty neck, unable to stop himself from dropping a kiss against his skin. One leads to two and then three and Billy loses count, mouth working across Steve's skin, dick still trapped and achingly hard in his jorts as Steve comes back down panting harshly. "So how was your first time getting off pretty boy?" Billy asks, unable to stop himself from shifting his hips back and forth against the curve of Steve’s ass. "Enjoyable?"
Steve gulps throat dry and very aware of the bulge pressing against his ass and the hands on his thighs sticky with his cum that is not dripping down his belly and dick, balls drenched as they drip. "Yeah, yeah it was, it was something else. I finally see what everyone's been going on about." Steve says, Billy snorting against his shoulder making him shiver.
"Yeah, do you want to try giving it a go yourself?" Billy asks more than interested in the idea of watching Steve stroke himself back to full hardness and keep stroking until he cums again, it would give Billy the freedom to touch himself while he watches something Billy’s achingly hard cock would greatly appreciate.
Steve looks down at his messy flaccid cock, he is pretty sure it will not get hard again that fast, not after just cumming right? He does not know from personal experience but from what Billy has said in the past it takes a bit of time before you can get hard again. Steve just sort of stares at it watching cum slowly slide down and thinks about reaching out and touching it, face scrunching up at the idea of trying to stroke himself to completion the way Billy just had. No, no he does not think that will go well, the mere thought of touching himself like that turns his stomach.
"I don't think I'm ready to try on me." Steve says and Billy is disappointed. "Maybe I should, well maybe I could try on you first, you know return the favor." Steve offers and it erases Billy's disappointment as Steve’s fingers dig into the meat of his thighs again as he turns enough to look at him.
Billy’s eyes fall to Steve's pink lips, the bottom one a little swollen as his tongue comes out to wet his own, wanting more than the return of this favor but first there is something else he wants "How about we try a proper kiss first? Never really had one of those. That time Robin let me kiss her in the sixth grade definitely doesn't count." Billy says hopeful. Robin had only kissed him because he had been dared to kiss a girl and she was the only one he knew would not take it as a sign of interest.
Steve cannot help but laugh as he says. "God how is Robin both of our first and only kisses?" His first kiss had been terrible and Steve had only gotten one because he had complained so much about how she kissed Billy. She kissed him to shut him up and it had been terrible, too dry and hard and Steve had realized that it was not Billy he was jealous. No, he had been jealous of Robin getting to kiss his best friend.
"She doesn't have to be our only kisses." Billy says with a gulp of worry, fingers sliding and digging into Steve’s thighs like he is trying to press them even closer but there is no space left between them. A little hope fills him as Steve’s eyes flick down to his lips and his tongue flicks out in a mimic that has more heat pooling in Billy’s belly.
"Yeah, yeah, let's, yeah let's do that." Steve says with a nod, more nerves filling him than when he stripped down for Billy to help him get off for the first time. "Should?" Steve asks as he shifts, looking to turn a bit and Billy’s hands slide up to catch him around his waist.
"No, no this, this is good." Billy says, heat making him almost too warm as his dick throbs in his pants. When Steve goes still for him Billy slides one hand away from his soft warm stomach up over his ribs, his shoulder, to curl over the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the hair sweat slicked against his nape.
Steve has anticipation pricking as Billy leans in. It is like everything is in slow motion as Billy leans in, each heart beat feeling as if it spans hours until finally the soft press of lips on lips. Steve sucks in a breath as Billy's hot wet tongue slides over the seam of his lips sliding in and Steve tentatively slides his own tongue against it moaning a little into it as heat flames in his belly at this new experience, nothing like that awkward kiss with Robin.
Steve moans and Billy loosens it. He groans into Steve’s mouth, hands tightening on Steve as goes taunt and he shoots in his pants sticky hot heat making a mess of them. Steve tries to pull away with a noise of concern but Billy just holds him tighter, licking into his mouth more intensely for a few minutes and Steve relaxes back into the kiss. When Billy finally pulls back his cheeks are hot with embarrassment.
"Billy are you okay?" Steve asks with worry in his belly. He liked the kiss, like it a lot but he is not sure Billy feels the same way with the way he will not meet his eyes. What if Billy hated it, what if Steve did it wrong? "Was it, was it okay?" Steve asks, worrying his bottom lip.
"What no, no." Billy spits out at Steve’s obvious worrying and screws up his face at the same time Steve does, Billy is pretty sure some of his IQ leaked out of his dick when he came in his pants. "No I didn't mean no to your question. I meant you don’t have anything to worry about. I meant it was great, like fantastic, amazing, I would really like to do it again." Billy did not think his face could get any hotter and yet here he is feeling like he is running an alarmingly high temperature. "If you know you wanted to do it again that well, that would be really great."
Steve relaxes and smiles, the worry draining back out of him as his eyes fall to Billy’s lips again. "Yes, yes I definitely want to do that again." Steve says with an eager nod as he leans back in and catches Billy’s mouth.
They kiss for a while, just exploring and touching and Billy’s embarrassment dies down. He forgets all about the cum cooling in his pants with Steve’s tongue in his mouth. Despite how long they kiss, Billy is still disappointed when Steve breaks it, trying to follow Steve’s mouth only to be pushed back a little.
"Sorry, sorry this is killing my neck we have to move." Steve says, cheeks going pink as he looks down and is suddenly confronted with his own nudity. He was so caught up in kissing Billy he forgot he was naked, leaving his renewed boner on full display as he turns. "Maybe now would be a good time to return that favor?" Steve asks, still not comfortable with the idea of touching his own penis but willing to try touching Billy, even a little excited about it.
"Uh no, that won't be necessary, how about I just give you a hand again." Billy says quickly, hands catch Steve’s hips and trying to keep him from turning this time it does not work. He really does not want Steve to know he came in his pants but Steve does not still like Billy hopes he will, he keeps turning until they are facing and he frowns at Billy.
"Why don't you want me to touch you?" Steve asks, worried that maybe Billy has lost interest, that maybe he lied and Steve really is a shit kisser and he killed Billy’s boner? Steve is going to die of embarrassment if that turns out to be what it is. His eyes flick down and he pauses, hand hovering just over the wet patch in the front of Billy’s trousers. "B?"
Billy groans and flops back, pretty sure his brain is trying to melt with how hot his face is. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Billy hisses, wishing that a hole would open up and swallow him whole.
"Billy did you, did you cum in your pants?" Steve asks, sure that has to be what happened and he is pretty sure he knows exactly when it happened too. "From a kiss? A kiss with me!" Steve is elated as he scrambles up and straddles Billy’s thighs, nearly getting knocked off when Billy rears up.
"Shut up, oh my god. You’re the fucking worst." Billy shouts and then whines as he flops back down mortified. “Shut up about it.” He mutters.
"Awe come on Billy, you just made me cum for the first time and you're embarrassed about this?" Steve asks, he does not get it. He is honestly delighted he has such an effect on Billy.
"Getting you off just got me all worked up okay and then I finally get to kiss you and I already came. I didn't even get to feel your hand on my dick!" Billy complains he was really, really looking forward to that but his dick is limp and covered in cum already and he is going to have to borrow pants from Steve because there is no way he can wear these shorts home later.
Steve snorts and Billy drags his arm away from his face to glare at him. "We'll just wait for you to get hard again dummy, look at me I'm already there" Steve squirms as he points out his own hard dick and Billy’s eyes automatically drag down to it. "It can't take that long for you to be ready to do it again right?" Steve asks hopeful, he would really like to give touching Billy’s dick a try.
Billy relaxes, some of the heat dissipating from his cheeks, of course Steve’s immediate response in the face of Billy’s embarrassment is not to mock, no he will have the grace to give Billy a few days before he does any teasing, which Billy should have known after all these years. "How about we kiss some more in the meantime? I'm a big fan of kissing you." Steve says with that bright lopsided smile of his and it is contagious, making Billy lose all of that embarrassment as he drags Steve down for more kisses.
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Billy still throws a pudding cup at Steve when he brings up how easy he cums at lunch for a joke on Monday. Later he kisses the red spot on Steve’s forehead better after Steve blows him, he still struggles with putting his hand on a dick even one that is not his but he has no issues about using his mouth or any other part of his anatomy and Billy is more than happy to lend Steve the use of his hand and any other part of him Steve wants to try out.
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