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Billy cut his teeth as he leaned against the sink in the kitchen. Like fucking clockwork. He’d wake up at fucking 3 AM craving the one thing he had sworn to give up when Steve got pregnant.
Cigarettes.
He had promised Steve that he would and dammit, he wasn’t one to break promises. He never was. But he missed it. Of course he did, he’d been smoking since he was a preteen. As a way of bonding with Billy, Neil had held out a pack of Marlboros to his son and who was Billy to refuse? Smoking was cool. It totally wasn’t the fact that Neil called him a pussy if he even thought about refusing them. What great parenting…
So now Billy was going through withdrawal. It was just like a junkie coming off of heroin or something. Cigarettes didn’t even give him that minor high anymore. He just craved them like fucking crazy.
And there he stood, insomnia coming for him again. That wasn’t even the only symptom he had, though. He was irritable, more than normal, and he felt so fucking bad when he snapped at Steve. The Omega hadn’t done anything to deserve it. Like just the other day, Steve had been humming some random pop song and Billy had been concentrating on fixing their sink in the kitchen when he snapped “Can you just be quiet for ten minutes?!”
God, the look on Steve’s face made him feel like the biggest asshole on Earth. Which was true before Steve. Steve helped him in… so many ways. He loved him and Billy loved him back. He actually fucking loved Steve so much, he felt like he couldn’t breathe without him. He managed his anger better, did things a proper Alpha would for their mate, he was good to Steve. All because Steve came into his life and broke past those walls Billy had built around himself.
So no, Steve did not deserve to be snapped at.
Billy properly apologized and Steve wasn’t bothered at all. He commended Billy’s efforts when it came to quitting his nasty habit. Steve had smiled, kissed him, then walked off like nothing happened. Billy still felt bad though and he made up for it in his own way that night.
Billy sighed, going to the fridge and opening it, as if something in there would help curb his cravings for cigarettes. Milk, cheese, lunch meat, eggs… He closed the fridge and ran a hand through his hair. He might as well go back to bed, but he was afraid his tossing and turning would disturb Steve. The pregnant Omega deserved all the rest he could get.
-
Sunlight flowed in through the windows, birds chirped outside, announcing the morning had arrived, but Billy was already awake. He probably got another good hour of sleep before he woke up again and could not go back. Fucking great.
The Alpha got up and started brewing coffee, which he started drinking because of Steve.
As if on cue, or he had smelled the coffee, the bedroom door opened and Steve with a mop of bedhead hair walked into the living room.
“Morning.” The Omega greeted, still partially asleep. Steve had never been a morning person but pregnancy was already kicking his ass. Which was common according to Steve’s doc. So many changes were happening to his body. “You wake up again last night?”
“Yep.” Billy sat at their small dining table just outside of the kitchen, coffee mug already in hand.
“Sorry.” Steve apologized, though he had nothing to apologize for. He kissed Billy on his way to the coffee maker, pouring a mug and sipping, sinking into a chair at the dining table by his mate.
“‘S okay. I need to get this shit under control.” Billy rubbed his eye, blinking before looking to Steve.
“Yeah, who’s supposed to cuddle me during the night now?” Steve smiled, merely joking. He did feel bad. Of course he did. Something else Billy wasn’t used to. Empathy.
Billy’s eyes slid to Steve’s as he sipped his coffee. “Maybe one of those brats you’re friends with?”
Steve hummed and nodded as if he was considering it. Billy noticed that Steve wanted to be around children more and more now that he was pregnant. His Omega instincts made him extra protective to begin with, but now his instincts went haywire around pups.
Billy stood, hand ruffling Steve’s hair as he did. “Something tells me they wouldn’t be opposed.” He pulled out stuff for breakfast and Steve watched him.
“No, probably not… But I miss you.” Steve said, doe eyes looking so sad and Billy wanted to just get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Billy sighed as he cracked eggs into the skillet.
“It’s my fault.” Steve pouted, all mood swings and gloom now, resting his head on his arms.
“No, it’s not.” Billy glanced back at him. “If anything, it’s my fault because I knocked you up.”
Steve then giggled, leaning back up with a flip of his hair. “Yeah, you did.” He purred.
Billy snorted, getting plates.
That had been a shock for sure. It shouldn’t have been, because of the sheer amount of sex they had in ‘84 into ‘85 before the incident. Billy didn’t like to talk about it much and the Mind Flayer bullshit still happened but whatever. The sex had been daily, sometimes more that that. Billy was a horny Alpha and Steve was a fully blossomed Omega by then. Tina’s party had been the start of their sexual relationship which had turned into much more after their fight at the Byer’s house.
Billy had dropped Max off at the Snow Ball and just stood by his car, parked off the school property, chain smoking. Then Steve’s BMW pulled up next to him and they just… talked. Steve wanted something real and admittedly, so did Billy. He never had anything real. Just flings and he didn’t know how to go about forming a real romantic relationship with anyone.
Then there Steve was, all pretty in his red shirt and his damn perfect hair and lips and everything.
Yet it was a shock when Steve wound up pregnant. It was a sign they were finally going to have to be real adults. Because they were bringing a kid into the world.
Thus, Billy’s current predicament. No smoking… ever again.
The Alpha sat down the plates of breakfast, then watched Steve get up and go to the refrigerator. “Mmm… hot sauce.” The Omega doused his eggs in red hot sauce and Billy grimaced, sitting down.
“That’s disgusting.” Billy stabbed an egg with his fork, Steve giving a look of mock offense.
“Fuck you.” Steve began eating, moaning at the taste of the now spicy eggs.
“Let me guess, the baby is craving it too?” Billy teased.
“Maybe.” Steve looked at him, chewing, brows raised as if he dared Billy to challenge that.
Billy shrugged. He couldn’t argue.
-
After breakfast was when Billy would burn his first cigarette of the day. Coffee and a cigarette, what a damn good way to start the day. He even grabbed his ashtray after getting a second cup of coffee, staring at the ashes in it. Steve watched him raise it to his nose and smell the old ashes.
“And you wanna call me putting hot sauce on my eggs disgusting?” Steve scoffed, washing his and Billy’s dishes.
Billy put the ashtray down, giving Steve a look. “Don’t even.”
Steve raised his soapy hands in defense. “Okay, okay.” He rinsed the dishes, sighing. “You know, Joyce suggested patches-”
“Nope.” Billy said simply, going to the couch and sitting down, sitting his coffee mug down on the table next to the couch.
Billy didn’t work on the weekends but Steve had gotten one of those phone jobs that Joyce had soon after they got this apartment so he picked up a shift on the weekends. It was perfect, since Steve would be home after the baby was born anyway. Steve didn’t have to work for a few hours though, so they would just watch TV then shower before then.
Steve noticed Billy’s leg beginning to bounce as they both relaxed. It was anxiety, Steve knew because he had it, and so did Robin. Billy had never been an anxious person, or at least Steve had never seen him anxious. He had always been cool, calm, relaxed.
Steve reached over and touched his knee, Billy stopping immediately, not having realized he was even doing it. Billy murmured “sorry” and leaned back on the couch more. Steve removed his hand and…
Five minutes later Billy was doing it again.
“You know, I think you need something to help you relax.” Steve looked over at his mate.
“What? Weed?” Billy suggested.
“No.” Steve turned and got on Billy’s lap, thighs straddling his legs and arms wrapping around the Alpha’s neck. “Something better.”
“Oh…” Billy grinned wolfishly, hands going to Steve’s ass. “I thought you didn’t like morning sex.”
“Well, seems that being pregnant means I’m kinda horny all the time…” Steve sighed. “So by all means. If it helps you too…”
Billy chuckled, leaning in and kissing his mate, his Omega. Steve was his in every sense. Best part was that it meant Billy was Steve’s.
Steve tilted his head and deepened the kiss, Billy’s hands squeezing his ass harder, pulling Steve even closer to him. That made the Omega mewl, hips thrusting forward and grinding on Billy. His scent was flying and Billy was intoxicated on that alone. So fucking sweet and warm. Steve’s pregnancy changed his scent and it made Billy’s Alpha side go crazy. Because he knew this Omega was bred by him, and that was his pup in Steve’s belly.
They broke the kiss to catch their breath but Billy was back on Steve mere seconds later. Steve stuck his tongue out and Billy licked it, momentarily fighting for dominance but Billy won, shoving his tongue into his Omega’s mouth. His hands pushed down into Steve’s sleeping shorts, massaging soft globes of flesh, feeling wetness on his leg.
Billy chuckled against Steve’s wet lips. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” His hands went further down, a finger teasing the warm folds of Steve’s slit.
“Fuck, yes!” Steve moaned, hips stuttering as that finger pushed into his hole. “Oh!”
Billy watched him, smiling as Steve gasped and squirmed a little, wanting more. So Billy would oblige. He helped Steve get his shorts off, the Omega laying his back on the couch, his Alpha getting between his legs. Billy feasted his eyes on his body. Swollen pecs, a tiny bump, curvier hips, squishy thighs… Perfection.
Steve ran his hands through Billy’s blond curls as the Alpha kissed and licked his way down, stopping by his nipples briefly. He could not wait to see Steve start lactating. It was a little too early for that, though. Billy made his way down until he reached Steve’s half hard cock and his soaking slit.
If Billy was good at anything, he was definitely good at giving head. Everyone they trusted now knew that Billy was very gay, so giving blowjobs was no thing to him. Eating out a pussy, though… Steve was the first Omega he had been with so there was a learning curve to finessing his body. So he learned, God was he good at it now. Or so Steve said.
Billy’s tongue flicked Steve’s clit, the Omega giving a squeak. Billy knew better than to tease when Steve was this turned on, so he went to town. Fingers worked him open while his tongue lapped at his clit, lips sucking every so often, nose buried in the soft skin right above his slit.
And Steve was losing his shit, gripping at Billy’s hair and pulling, thighs shaking, back arching. “Billy! BillyBillyBilly, yes yes YES!” The Omega’s mouth opened and he sucked in a bunch of air before letting out a loud moan. Billy could tell it wouldn’t be long before Steve came, feeling the Omega’s legs shake and his breathing quicken. Right before Steve got to the edge and fell off down into sweet, sweet bliss, his Alpha pulled away.
“What the fuck, why?” Steve whined, Billy laughing as he leaned up and licked his lips.
“You know why. If I let you cum already, you’re gonna pass out. Then what am I gonna do?” Billy motioned to his own tented pants.
“Selfish…” Steve gave him that pout again.
“Hush.” Billy pushed down his pajama pants, hissing as his length made contact with cold air. Steve wasn’t complaining anymore, seeing he was about to get something much better, and bigger, than Billy’s fingers. The Alpha stroked himself, that relief further setting his own body ablaze. Steve felt like he’d go into heat just watching.
Billy put a pillow underneath Steve’s back, the Omega’s legs spreading as the Alpha moved back into his space. Billy held himself at the base, his other hand squeezing a creamy pale thigh as the leaking head of his cock touched Steve’s slit.
“Come on, please!” Steve whined, inching himself further towards Billy.
The Alpha gave him a cheeky grin. “Remember when you used to tell me to slow down? Now you’re too impatient for me.”
“Shut up, get inside of me.” Steve demanded.
And who the hell was Billy to deny him?
-
Steve stepped out of the shower, grabbing his towel and rubbing himself down. Billy had been absolutely right, he did pass out as soon as he came. But then he woke up to Billy eating him out after he came inside of him like that and Steve got horny again, it was a vicious cycle like that.
Billy had showered first and was currently getting dressed, watching Steve preen himself in front of the mirror, admiring all of the marks left on his pale skin.
Strange thing was… He wasn’t craving a cigarette anymore. Not even a little. The rational part of his brain said it was probably the fact all of the nicotine left his system.
Nah, that’s not what it was, his Alpha side told him.
It was the fact he had a smoking hot pregnant Omega all to himself, one that loved him and would do any-fucking-thing for him. Steve was his drug, he was what he craved all the time.
Billy grinned and went to the bathroom, wrapping his arms around Steve from behind and kissing his neck.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked, mouth full of toothpaste and toothbrush.
Billy kissed lower… and his hands moved lower.
“No. No! Hargrove, you just fucked me twice, no!”