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Steve had no idea what to do.
A silly argument with Nancy deteriorated into a fight, until she finally told him straight to his face she didn’t love him.
He was just being caring, not wanting her to drink too much. She was already way too drunk, talking sloppily, unable to control her own movement, walking while trailing her feet on the floor. He was just watching for her. And yet— she didn’t give a shit. She was just mad at him, for absolutely no reason. She started blaming him for spilling her drink, then for Barb’s death. Until she blurted it was all a game, pretending. Pretending to be teens, to be in love.
He felt his heart breaking in pieces.
Once she left the bathroom he asked for more alcohol, smoke some joint, trying to drown it away, or at least numbing his senses so he wouldn’t feel that much pain. But when he saw Jonathan Byers taking her, exiting the house and bringing her home— it was the last straw. He couldn’t handle this.
He somehow always knew she loved him. The freak who took pictures of her naked. He was a weirdo, unable to speak to anyone, condescending and arrogant. Always thinking he was better than anyone for being a loner. Some creep wary of everyone. But of course they bonded because her friend got killed and his brother disappeared in the same place. And even if she assured him she never cheated, that they just investigated on the monster with no face, Steve knew that— maybe she hadn’t cheated physically. They didn’t fuck, but her heart sure as hell belonged to him. By the way she wanted him to be kind to him, pampered him and defended him every time Steve would say the slightest thing about him, how she invited him to the party, Steve knew it would happen eventually. It was just a matter of time before she would leave him to go with the freak instead. Steve wasn’t particularly insecure, and he wanted to trust Nancy. Which was why he allowed her to see him, why he tried to be friendly to him. But now he just— took her home. Acting as if he was her protector.
Fuck. No matter the alcohol or small dose of marijuana he would take, it wouldn’t go away. He kept thinking about it. This Halloween party fucking sucked. The music was way too loud. People were lame. Steve didn’t even have any friends anymore, as he just ditched Tommy H. And Tommy H went to stupid Billy Hargrove, the new king of Hawkins, apparently. Screw that shit.
He climbed upstairs, needing some fresh water on his face. He couldn’t go to the bathroom downstairs, the wet towel kept reminding him of Nancy and their sudden break up. Was it a break up? It probably was. She didn’t love him. Why would he stay with someone who don’t love him?
He span over someone in the stair, probably passed out. He heard throwing up sounds. He arrived before a door and for god knows what reason, opened it without knocking. He just assumed people in the bathroom would’ve locked it, so if it wasn’t locked it meant there was no one, right?
Except it wasn’t locked. It wasn’t the bathroom either. And there was people there.
He only saw one though, Billy’s back, Billy thrusting into some girl. He choked a “Oh-” his time reaction maybe being a little too slow. Stupid weed.
Billy turned, stopping his thrust, and Steve stood there, not knowing if he was the one who caught them or if he was the one who got caught.
“Sorry” he muttered
“Harrington” he said with a loud voice, sounding almost— not happy, but not mad about him intruding.
“I don’t care if you want to look, but close the fucking door”
Once again, for god knows why -though it was probably just the effect of too much alcohol and weed making him absolutely dumb and stupid- Steve actually came inside, and closed the door. He locked it.
Why. Why the hell would he do that? Trap himself in a room with a guy he hated? Just to see him fuck some—
He approached a saw, it wasn’t a girl. Short haired. Small. Really fucking small. Was it—
“That’s-”
Will Byers.
“Zombie boy” Billy completed.
“A child” Steve corrected, feeling a bit appalled. What the hell was Jonathan’s brother doing here? Shagging- Billy Hargrove? What.
Billy seemed completely disinterested, not even giving a fuck about being naked in front of somehow else, balls deep into some kid, fucking inside.
“So? I lost my virginity at thirteen too. Who cares, he’s ready”
It was true Steve also lost it around that age. Fourteen or so. But was Will even okay with this? He tried to look at his face. He was all sprawled on the bed, his legs spread wide for Billy to pound inside. His hands were clutching on the sheets, seemingly holding on for dear life. He was also biting on the cover, his teeth clenching. He didn’t look well.
But even while being disgusted, shocked, confused, he still maintained a conversation, as if it was fucking normal. Maybe smoking the joint made him a little too relax.
“He looks like he’s in pain” he declared calmly, just analyzing the situation.
“Nah he likes it. Listen to him moaning like a little whore” he said, shoving himself deeper, making Will, indeed, moan.
“Shit” he huffed.
Shit. Shit indeed. Why was that almost— hot? Not almost. It was hot.
So hot, in fact, that Steve felt his body heating. And inevitably, his cock pulsating. He couldn’t get hard watching Billy Hargrove get off, no way. No fucking way. He hated the guy. It would be so humiliating. He could already picture Billy in the locker room mocking him, a vile smile on his face, reminding him how he got hard watching him pound inside of Will Byers.
Again, what the hell was he doing with Will Byers?
In the weirdest turn of event, Billy started talking to him, never stopping his movement in and out of Will. Steve tried really hard to not look. To avoid Billy’s cock just coming back in forth of Will’s round and pretty ass.
But even if he wasn’t looking, the sounds were too hard to ignore, he could hear the squelchy sounds, and fuck, it was loud. Will was whimpering meekly, and Billy sometimes groaned. But now he was addressing himself to Steve. As if it was a perfectly appropriate situation to have a pep talk.
“Whatchu doing up here? Where’s Wheeler?”
“Uh.. kind of, got into a fight. I think we broke up” he said sadly, hating to be suddenly reminded of it. At least this spectacle in front of him made him forget for a small moment his heartbreak.
“Sucks”
“Yeah. She went home with her other boyfriend. Jonathan.” He huffed angrily.
And Billy scoffed. Not laughing at him though, laughing at Will.
“Heard that Byers? Your brother ain’t even here” he laughed, a real laugh coming from his throat. And Will weeped pathetically.
Billy then explained to Steve, as if he was giving him updates on the situation “He came here for him, wanted to go home. Found him instead”
This should’ve disgusted Steve, it really should’ve, because it meant all Will wanted was to find his brother and go on with his life. And there he was, getting— probably fucking raped by Billy instead.
It should’ve disgusted him. But in lieu, his dick got hard. He was an horrible human being for being turned on by this.
“You poor guy” said Billy to Steve. “Unluckier than this one” he said, shoving himself brutally in Will. “Lucky slut” he groaned, keeping the pacing harsh and quick.
And this time Steve looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes away. He looked at Will and his eyes, unfocused. He looked so fucked out and out there, sobbing like he had rarely seen a kid doing so. He kept wailing in the mattress, his hair flapping around and body all wearied and sprawled on the sheets. And Billy prodding inside kept shaking him, like his body was convulsing. His mouth was gaping, taking deep shaky inhale and gasping, moaning. Steve felt like his boxer were shrinking around him. He was hard. He was really fucking hard. No need for preliminary or stimulation, he was already erected from the pornography in front of him.
And Billy— Billy seemed to have noticed his discomfort because he glanced at him. Steve tried to cover himself with two hands subtly, but Billy saw right through him.
“You can jerk off if you want” he said, allowing him like he was the master. He was, somehow. He was the master of this situation, of this room.
And Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants, and lowering them.
He shifted closer, wanting to get a better view. He placed himself in front of Will, seeing his face better from this angle. He spat on his hand and started stroking himself.
“Shit” he puffed out, slightly ashamed at himself but mostly horny.
Billy scoffed again, he trapped Will between two strong arms pinned to the mattress, and he jerked his hips inside of him. Steve observed, looking at everything. Watching Billy’s cock vanishing in and out of Will’s pink hole, the droplets falling out of the kids face.
At some point Will looked at him, straight in his eyes as Steve was pumping on his dick. And he seemed to be begging. But Steve didn’t know what.
He looked frightened, in pain, sad, he was probably pleading Steve to help him, to make it stop. But— Steve wasn’t really present in that moment. Staring deep into his eyes just made him pump on his cock harder, almost wanting to come on his face so he would stop looking at him this way. Such a gorgeous crying face, he had rarely seen this.
At some point the kid yelped, before whimpering softly. He heard Billy groaning, and the movements stopped. The bed stopped creaking, Will’s body being shaken on every side finally stabilized, though he was still quivering. Billy must’ve finished inside of him. He kept the box of his hips close, and Steve pumped on himself again.
Billy sighed in satisfaction, visibly content, he pulled out.
He glanced down at Steve, and when he opened his mouth to talk, Steve almost got dizzy at the words.
“Y’know what? I’ll let you hit Stevie, since you got a rough night” he smiled mockingly “Not the king of Hawkins, not the keg king, losing your girlfriend to a freak.. you deserve to blow off some steam”
Now he didn’t know why, but Billy allowing him to hit made him want to. He hadn’t thought of it, and a part of him knew it was incredibly messed up of Billy to take decision about Will without asking him. He was talking as if he owned Will. "I’ll let you hit", he said, like Will was a possession and Billy was a goddamn Samaritan for allowing him to fuck the boy. He seemed to consider himself a saint and a kind person. And it was disgusting.
But also— Steve could fuck Will. It was okay. He could, not just jerk off. He could blow off some steam and it would be okay. It barely even counted right?
It was basically just, pay off.
Jonathan was probably screwing his drunk girlfriend, or ex girlfriend, whatever, he was probably taking advantage of her right now. So why shouldn’t he take advantage of his brother? Anyway Billy already went there, it wasn’t that bad. It was just a little more. The damage was already done.
He nodded, and moved. Never taking off his shirt or lowering his pants more, he just moved to where Billy was initially.
“No condom?” He asked.
“He was a fucking virgin Stevie
Just creampie him, he’s a cumslut, he’ll like it” Steve observed him and the cum Billy had shot inside just a moment prior. He looked at Billy, wondering if he was clean. He probably was. He wouldn’t risk this on two other guys without warning.
As for Billy, he went on the other side of the bed, right in front of Will and laid there, not even getting dressed back up. Just laying down, showing off. He was really fucking thick, even when his cock was soft and laying on his thigh, Steve could tell he was large. Nothing to make him ashamed though, he was big as well, confident with his length, Billy wasn’t making him insecure.
He was just a bit self conscious because, he would stay? He would just— lay on the bed and observe them? Steve did watch them but— it was weird. Though it wouldn’t be the first time someone would observe him having sex, Jonathan did that before.
Jonathan. Jonathan taking pictures and probably fucking Nancy right in this moment.
Steve’s hands gravitated to Will’s ass, touching it, bracing him. The boy was laying flat on the bed, protesting with soft blubber. But Steve had to bend to reach him, lowering his entire back.
And as he was about to plunge in, he stopped himself, feeling really nervous.
“Don’t I have to use lube? I heard it was dry down there”
Billy laughed, clearly mocking him.
“You’re so fucking tense. You need to learn how to have more fun” he just laughed, before actually answering to the question.
“He’s fucking dripping with liquid and you think he isn’t wet like a goddamn cunt? C’mon Harrington. Got him all loose and tender already”
Steve breath was raggedy. Not so much unsure about catching sloppy seconds but more about this entire situation. He had no idea how to do any of this.
“Right..” he aligned himself on front, bending his body. And stopped again. Without even minding Will under spasming with sobs.
“How do I make him come?”
Billy rolled his eyes, looking exasperated. He took his pack of cigarette from his pocket, taking one of them.
Steve justified himself, feeling incompetent.
“I’ve never fucked a boy before”
“Are you implying something?” He said rudely, catching some innuendo in Steve’s affirmation. He immediately got defensive, not wanting to piss Billy off.
“No- no! I just meant.. I don’t know how to do this”
“Just put your cock inside and fuck. You’re big enough to hit whatever spot you need to. It’s like a girl. Stop worrying about the goddamn slut spot and just go in for fuck sake” he dragged a long inhale of smoke down his lungs, the smoke escaped when he added “Feels really fucking good inside, you’ll see. Just do it”
Steve looked back at Will. It was true he was dribbling with cum. It seemed almost unsanitary, but he fucked girls that had like hundreds of sexual partner before, it wasn’t that bad seeing it that way.
And suddenly, as the tip of his dick rested right before the entrance, he heard Will beg weakly.
“Please.. no more..”
“Sorry Will, it’s not against you” he huffed out, sliding in.
“No not again.. no-” he pleaded meekly.
Steve engulfed himself, going slow because still, he wanted to make sure this wouldn’t be too painful, also a bit because he was discovering this as well.
Billy simply stared at them, Steve heard the leaves of his cigarette cracking by the fire consuming them. And he bottomed inside, really easily since Will had been split open by Billy right before. And yet— despite being all broad and ready to welcome any cock, he felt fucking amazing. Though Will shriek ripped through the air, laced with desperation, Steve ignored it entirely. He couldn’t care less about his discomfort when he felt this good inside.
Tight enough to apply a pressure on his side, sometimes clenching. And oh so warm. The heat spread in Steve’s entire body and he closed his eyes, blushing.
“Fuck”
Billy scoffed “Told ya”
Steve didn’t move yet, he let his cock rest deep inside. “It’s even tighter and hotter than a pussy— what the fuck”
Billy laughed, like he was truly happy. Steve scoffed as well, discovering the wonder of a tiny boy’s ass. This was so wrong. This was awful.
And it was so good that Steve moved. Backing off, his head fell backwards and he enjoyed every little bit of bliss it was bringing him. His voice shook “Oh, fuck” he repeated.
He wouldn’t be able to stop. Not until he would come inside of Will.
It didn’t take long for him to rock his hips back and forth, eliciting small jolt on Will’s body. But it was really inconvenient to fuck him in that position. Will was laying down entirely, and Steve being above had to push himself on his arms and bend in a really weird way. He swore as Will stayed flat on the mattress.
“Jesus, I have to fuck vertically-”
Billy snickered, and with an obvious duh in his voice said.
“Just bend him”
Steve pulled all the way until the head caught on his rim, and he grabbed Will’s waist. Tiny enough to be manhandled, he lifted him to him, now grabbing his hips and positonned him how he wanted with what would be the most comfortable for him. Will was not complying, exactly, he just felt sloppy. But he was so easy to maneuver it made Steve’s cock throb.
He hauled him back on his cock, now with a more convenient position, and realized that Will’s face and the upper part of his body was still laying sloppily on the mattress, grasping the sheets. However his lower part was at Steve’s level, making him arche deliciously. Steve trailed his eyes on the curve he had created and a praise fell out of his mouth.
“F-, he’s bending so well”
Billy laughed once again, admiring the scene unfolding in front of him, the scent of cigarette now filling the room.
“He’s a fucking gymnast” he joked.
Steve snickered as well and shifted Will’s hips to him, moving him easily. He moaned feeling his inside once again.
Billy observed, almost acting like some referee, coaching Steve and telling him what to do. The thought of him getting Steve to fuck that boy was arousing to him. He let his ears appreciate the sound of skin smacking against skin, the wet hole sounding so obscene when Steve was thrusting inside, the groans and moans and small little non-deliberate whimpers. Billy took a deep breath, the room smelling overwhelmingly of sex. Cum and sweat and now cigarette and alcohol. It was so filthy. He fucked that poor boy nasty, and now he was going for another round. He snickered to himself, looking back at Will.
Steve was going a bit too softly, taking too much time to build up the sensation. Billy wanted to hear him fuck him raw and harshly. He wanted to see Will cry because he couldn’t when he was the one doing it. So with always more provocation in his voice, he encouraged Steve to really go at it.
“Go on. Milk his little prostate. He loves it so much”
His lips spread into a slow, dark smile as he looked at Will, and the little guy met his eyes.
Oh— he hated him. He could see it in his eyes. So much rage. Billy smirked, because all Will could do was look at him and take another man’s cock inside. So helpless. And yet he knew, Billy knew he knew, that this would happen again. He could have as much attitude as he wanted, Billy decided to possess him. The smirk spread into a wider smile, truly amused, almost fond at the boy.
And Will— despite Steve slamming harshly inside, kept eye contact. What a provocative little shit.
Steve went harder, now truly pounding inside, going roughly, not as much as Billy but still ruthless. Will cried out but still looked at Billy, never letting go of his gaze, supporting his look. Almost as if he wanted to prove him something.
Or maybe he was trying to turn him on. It was working.
He inhaled another puff of cigarette, and approached a bit to Will’s face. He let the smoke go on his face when he spoke, pricking Will’s eyes, making him cough.
“Want to get me hard again?” He said derisively.
Will coughed, shaken by Steve behind him pummelling his ass and fighting to catch some air between gasps and moans and smoke. It was fucking pitiful.
Will grunted in annoyance, and fell face first on the mattress, burying himself in the sheets to avoid looking at Billy again. He probably couldn’t breathe in such position, but Billy assumed he thought it would be better to hide himself in the sheets than support him. He smiled again, ruffling the boy’s hair, and went back to his initial position.
He laid there, waiting to finish his cigarette, without further comment.
*
Steve didn’t even know how long he had been shoving himself, time didn’t seem to be there anymore. Absentmindedly he just fucked, and Will’s noises became too small and exhausted to be considered weeps or shriek.
He was losing his own mind. Feeling fuzzy and in a dreamlike state, like he was in trance. He couldn’t control his own strength or pacing. His hands were firm and rough on Will’s soft skin, his hips crashed continuously onto him. With loud smack, he kept slamming back inside, making Will cry out and wail, though he was muffling himself. Steve groaned, rutting deeper, so desperately. Every bit of pain, frustration, he passed it on onto him. And now he couldn’t even bring himself to care about Nancy or Jonathan or his own broken heart. Will was a much better remedy than alcohol and drugs. He regretted nothing.
He probably would. But not right now. There was not even a faint glimmer of guilt inside of him in that instant. Not when his cock prodded his tiny and wet hole, not when he felt so good inside.
Billy suddenly snapped him back from his trancelike state.
“He’s so pretty isn’t he?”
He puffed, not even understanding the question or processing what Billy just said “Yeah” he moaned out.
“Turn him around. I want to look at him” Billy ordered. He finished his cigarette and threw the stub on the floor. He didn’t know to who this room belonged to, but it was a mess. He felt a little bad about it. He hoped no one would want to sleep in that bed that night.
Steve didn’t quite understand the request yet, as he kept jerking his hips and rocking Will back and forth.
“Steve” Billy said louder. “Turn him around”
“Uh.. yeah- ‘kay” he said, out of breath, airless.
His cock left his ass and he flipped Will. Forcing his arms under his frail body. Lightweight, he was easy to turn. Will snivelled, debilitated, always more frustrated about being so powerless. Now laying on his back, Steve climbed on the bed, making it squeak again. Crushed by three men, they heard it creak but didn’t mind. Steve pushed on Will’s thighs, forcing them open. The kid weeped, now completely uncovered with nowhere to hold onto.
Steve didn’t know why Billy would want to look at him, it was just pitiful. He felt a bit bad because the boy was so ruined. So he focused on the other part of his body, where his cock searched for the entrance again.
He aligned himself back, and immediately went back to it. This time not intruding slowly, just slamming in one harsh thrust but very smoothly. Will almost shrieked, and— his back arched, almost meeting Steve’s stroke.
Billy purred in appreciation “Shit. Yeah, gorgeous”
Will’s mouth hung wide, always trying to fill his lungs with air he couldn’t seem to catch. He blubbered weakly “Can’t.. anymore”
Steve wouldn’t stop until he was done. But thankfully for him, Billy was there to distract the kid. He got up from the bed, placing himself right beside.
“Go on pretty boy, look at me”
Will actually listened, he turned his head to the left, always more tears escaping. He looked at Billy and his cock inches from him.
“Jeez. Getting hard just looking at him” Billy declared. “Open your mouth, you did it earlier”
He muttered again, the words sounding less like words and more like syllables. “P-please.. can’t..”
It was crazy how two simple words could sound so incoherent through him. They didn’t seem to hold any meaning. It was just mindless pleas.
Billy teased again, opening his own mouth and saying “Ah” as if he was showing him how to do it.
And despite his unwillingness, his anger, Will did exactly as asked. He opened his mouth wide.
Steve thought that maybe he did enjoy this, more than he was letting it show.
"Not anymore" "can’t" he would mutter. And yet— yet when Billy pushed his cock inside of his mouth, he took it, almost without objection. Almost because he did whined, frustrated and in pain, but he kept his mouth wide open.
“Cockslut” Billy said proudly, as if he just proved a point, or as if he was just proud of Will for being so obeying.
“See this Stevie?” He groaned in delight, forcing himself deeper in the little guy’s mouth, stretching his lips raw and making them red. “Only a bitch could handle two fat cocks like this” he jerked his hips forward, making Will gag on him.
“He’s gonna think about this moment for his entire life and get off thinking ‘bout this”
Steve didn’t like how Billy was so talkative, it was making him lose focus on his main task. He caressed Will a bit, touching his chest without answering Billy.
“Unless we give him roofies mh? Should we get him high and drunk so he won’t remember?”
Will eyes opened in fear. He spluttered on Billy’s cock, as if he was trying to talk but was unable to get it out of there.
“No? No you don’t want to? You want to remember, don’t you?”
Will closed his eyes, shuddering in fear. His breath trembled as he exhaled, horrified.
Steve actually intervened for once “C’mon.. don’t say that, you can’t drug a kid..”
Billy snorted, loudly, more than any other mocking scoff he had let out prior.
“You’re raping the kid, Steve” and he laughed.
This made his heart jump.
Fuck.
Was that what was really happening? He couldn’t think about this. He couldn’t feel bad or guilty, screw that. He ignored the comment.
And Billy completed
“We’re in this together ‘kay? I never touched the kid, you never touched him either” he said, half of his cock shoved down the kids throat, Steve being balls deep inside as well.
“You snitch me, I snitch you. As simple as that.
And it’s us against his word, if little slut decides to talk” he pounded inside his mouth, making Will gag once again. Then almost affectionately, with a delicate voice he addressed himself to Will “But you won’t. Mh? You’ll never say one word about this” he affirmed. And to let him answer, or breathe perhaps, he pulled out.
When the cock left him, a strand of spit kept the two connected still. An abundant chunk of drool escaped the little one’s mouth, trickling down his mouth, going on his cheek and the sheets once again. It was so filthy to see him so fucked out of this world that Steve’s cock pulsated harshly and he gave multiple long and deep stroke.
Will almost screamed out his answer “N-no! No”
“That’s right. You good boy. Good boy won’t say anything”
Billy patted his cheek, and Steve had no idea at this point if he was being overly cruel, or actually caring. It seemed delicate and kind, but so mocking and controlling it was almost uncomfortable to witness. Still, never did that stop him from jerking his hips, still making Will jolt with each and every thrust.
Billy laid his hand on his cheek. “Now open up again for me. Lick me well”
The pale boy sniffled, and opened wide again, darting his tongue out.
For fuck sake.
This made Steve want to give him a bit of affection, at least. So he followed Billy’s example, he caressed him gently. Touching his small waist and chest. He felt his heart thrumming in his ribcage, beating so fast Steve thought it would eventually shut down and he would die. He rest the palm of his hand there and—
Girls nipples were sensitive. They would get hard when stimulated. Maybe he could—
He pinched his pink nipple between his fingers and Will moaned on Billy’s cock. The vibration causing Billy to grunt as well. Holy fuck.
He did it again. Rubbing them, this time both at the same time, letting the tip of his fingers brush over him with small circles, and his nails softly digging just to elicit a reaction. And the boy hummed, his body twitched and he pushed himself back on Steve’s cock. Oh fuck— it was like he found the spot to activate him.
Billy moaned, shoving himself back “Goddamn— getting hard again. Gonna have to go for a round two baby boy”
Will didn’t answer. He didn’t even panic. He didn’t look at Billy in fear, he didn’t object, whined, cry like he would always do.
He just squirmed and relished debilitated whimpers. His body wiggled and he breathed through his nose, moaning more, almost enticing Steve back in. He pressed back, and inadvertently, his hips rolled back on Steve, following his movement.
Billy scoffed “Motherfucker. Got him to react”
Steve grunted with rapture, fucking inside.
Billy did the same with his mouth, his cock now fully hard again, bluntly going inside, appearing through Will’s cheek. The slurping sounds were almost as loud as the wet ones of Steve pushing inside. The overstimulation seemed like too much, especially giving the fact Will already came, probably twice already. But Steve would make him come again, because he didn’t got that chance yet. He did exactly like Billy told him, hammering his prostate. One of his hand that was playing with his hard, pinkish nipple travelled down to his quivering thighs, then between his legs.
As soon as he grabbed his dick, Will arched in Steve’s grip, almost exaggeratedly. His mouth practically left Billy’s cock as it fell on the side and he shouted a moan.
His whimpers were desperate, and he was rutting into Steve’s fist, pushing himself up.
Billy tugged his hair, placing him like he wanted him to be. He stabilized his head where he wanted it to stay and thrusted back inside, roughly face fucking the poor boy.
Lord help him. Steve almost got worried he would die. His body spasmed, getting rocked from everywhere he possibly could. He couldn’t physically handle that much.
Steve grunted loudly as he pummelled him continuously, his left hand working up and down, pumping his leaking dick, flushed red. His other hand stayed on his chest for a bit, needing some rest and unable to play with him anymore. And Billy fucked his throat. Always more gag, more spluttering. But also definitely more moans.
It barely took twenty seconds for Will to come, making Steve’s fingers sticky with the release, letting the rest fall on his own belly. He shouted, but once again, choked with Billy’s dick down there. The scream was muffled but the way his body bended was enough for Steve to understand that he really pushed him at his limit. His legs bended, his toe curling and fist bundling up the sheets under him. Because of Billy stabilizing his head and pining him in place, he could only settle for his eyes rolling at the back of his head. Billy moaned as well feeling his mouth clamping down on him. And due to Will’s inability to suck his cock or even work at all, he pulled out and took care of stroking himself. When the cock left the boy, some mix of bubbly saliva and precum fell down his face. He didn’t bother wiping it away.
Billy’s five fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, and he stroked himself. Long and slow, caressing his shaft. And increasingly he went faster, the grip became tighter. “Don’t close your mouth” he grunted in elation “Keep it open like that” he moved his hand up and down, his arm moving quickly. Being so worked up, it didn’t take long for Steve to also become more sloppy.
The shove he was giving Will were not calculated nor steady. He was just rutting, unable to stop himself.
“I’m— so close”
“Go on, go on fill him” Billy moaned, encouraging him, stroking himself with long yet rapid movement.
Steve didn’t need him to give him instruction, he had every intention of doing just that. He crashed inside repetitively, the motion desperate, always increasing in bliss. Then Steve exploded inside of the boy. He let a moan rip his throat, and growled low, staying inside. Will panted heavily, but listened to Billy and kept his mouth wide open. Steve only moved his hips slightly, all the way through his orgasm.
And following shortly after, Billy shifted his hips in his hand and stroked himself, before coming right on Will’s opened mouth. Thick ropes shot inside, other landed on his cheeks. It was messy, but perfect to him. Will closed his mouth when he felt the first spurt, and let the rest trickle down his face.
Billy smirked proudly “Told ya. Cumslut”
One of Will’s eyes shut, eyelashes sticking with Billy’s release. He swallowed, and— lapped over his bottom lip, collecting the remnants of what hadn’t landed in his mouth. Cleaning what he could, he licked, and swallowed again.
Billy purred “Fuck. Bitch made me come twice”
Steve panted, airless as well. And he pulled out. He looked at Will’s hole, utterly ruined and flooded with semen. Really red, probably sore, just like his throat.
Steve got himself back up, leaving Will there and stepping away as if the boy suddenly burnt him. And everything hit him at once.
Did he have some sort of fucked up gay threesome with Jonathan’s kid brother and the guy he despised the most, stupid Billy Hargrove?
He ran a hand in his hair, pushing them back.
Fuck.
Billy however, didn’t seem to care or simply mind like Steve. He just looked content, satisfied even. The post-nut clarity didn’t seem to be as harsh for him, since the man just praised the little one again.
“He’s a fucking wonder”
And somehow, Steve found himself to agree. He puffed out, the air and the word escaping his mouth “Yeah”.
Will stayed inerte on the bed. Unmoving, drenched in sweat and cum and tears. And Steve knew he had to escape now if he didn’t want to pop another boner from seeing the vulnerable boy all depleted and wrecked. His milky skin entirely uncovered, he didn’t even seem to care about dressing himself back up. All he could do was breathe heavily, ribcage lifting up and down with a frenetic rhythm.
Billy reached for a box of tissue on the nightstand while Steve pulled his pants back on.
“Going already Harrington?” He said, without even looking at him.
“I think we’re done here” he hurriedly blurted.
“Not great at aftercare uh” he smirked “at least wait until we’re dressed before opening the door. What if there’s people outside who heard you through the walls? You two were so loud”
Steve clenched his jaw, a bit annoyed by him. It was all his fault. If only he could’ve knocked. Or found the bathroom instead of them.
But still. Billy was right. If he were to open the door, storming out, people would definitely see him. And if a curious soul was to jerk a look inside, they would see a thirteen year old fucked out of this world and Billy Hargrove.
He sighed and stayed.
“Hurry”
Billy’s laugh was always mocking. “Don’t be such in a hurry to go” he looked at Will.
“Poor boy, not even taking responsibility for what you did to him”
“Y-” he wanted to say he made him do it, but he didn’t. It was all him. He wasn’t even taking accountability for his own actions.
At least Billy was taking tissue, and wiping the cum trickling down Will’s shaking legs as the boy stayed unmoving on the bed.
He took some more tissue, now cleaning up his belly. Will was still relishing small whimpers, and Billy hushed him reassuringly.
“T’s okay. You’ll be fine” he went to his face, finally cleaning it up, being very careful with his eyes. He caressed him with his thumb once there was no more substance on him. He dried his tears.
“You soft baby boy. Taking us so well”
Will whined again, but Steve didn’t know if he was annoyed by Billy or just exhausted.
Billy turned to Steve while he was still cleaning up Will. “Doesn’t that make you want to stay with him? Mh?”
Steve thought. He did felt a bit bad. He could at least cuddle him and stay. But no, he didn’t want to. Being confronted face to face to his guilt was definitely not appealing to him. Billy was so weird.
The other man sat, crossing his legs on the bed, still not getting dressed up. Steve felt impatient.
“You done yet?”
“No” and he pulled Will to him, dragging his arms, the boy was not moving an inch, beside maybe from one shiver that shook him, as well as his trembling legs that wouldn’t stop. Billy wrapped him in his arms, and weirdly, buried his face in his hair, inhaling the scent.
“So sweet” he cooed gently.
“Billy seriously. You can’t stay here all night with him” Steve complained. He was pretty sure Billy was taking so much time to piss him off.
“I could. I could lock the door and keep him like this” he said, embracing him more tightly “all through the night” he smirked at Steve, and jerked his attention back at Will. He cradled his face, thumb brushing over his tears-stained cheek. Will looked at him with empty eyes, though a glimmer of horror could be perceived as he feared Billy would really keep him all night. “Could cuddle and go for as many round as I want to”
“And wake up Tina and explain to her the next morning what you did to the kid?”
Billy hummed, keeping Will pressed close on his body. The boy eyes were heavy-lidded and glossy. Like he wasn’t truly there anymore, like he was falling asleep despite Billy’s constraining him in his limbs.
“You’d cover up for me, Harrington.
We’re in this together, aren’t we?”
“.. what the fuck” he puffed in disbelief. “The fuck would you want me to say?”
“Dunno” he shrugged “anyway” he let his lips rest on Will’s shoulder, nibbling there. He whispered, loud enough for Steve to hear “It won’t happen. Was just speaking figuratively”
He bit on the spot, making the boy shiver and eyes open a bit more than they were. He licked where he bit and let go of Will’s shoulder, after marking him like it was his territory.
Then he moved Will away, taking him off his laps and getting off the bed.
“Sad isn’t it” he picked up his clothes and threw Will’s on the bed.
“Maybe one night I’ll stay with him til daylight”
“Good for you dude. Now just get dressed so I can go”
“Go where? To your girl?” He said teasingly, which made Steve’s jaw clench again.
All this because Nancy left him? Shit.
“Tell me you didn’t like it.
Having the freak’s little brother in your possession. Feeling his warm and tight little hole” he put on his leather jacket, trailing a hand to his hair and letting them flow down his shoulders.
Steve swallowed harshly in his throat that felt so dry now.
“I-” he couldn’t deny. He did like it. Way more than he should’ve.
“Don’t act all high and mighty, Stevie. Saw you getting off. Saw the way you touched him.
I don’t blame you ‘kay? But you gotta stop acting like you’re so goddamn better”
“I.. I wasn’t”
“Right”
He went to Will, who all this time didn’t say a word, who didn’t even let out one sound beside maybe his breathing. Not one muscle moved, he didn’t even dressed back up. The hell was he waiting for?
“C’mere baby boy, lemme help” Billy grabbed his shirt. And he actually helped him get dressed. He passed his head through the hole, lifted his arms, slipped one sleeve in, then the other. With a delicacy and patience Steve had rarely seen. Billy was brutal and rough, pretty much all the time. While walking, stomping the floor confidently, while playing basketball, even while writing. He saw him break the tip of his pencil once in class. He was just always rough for seemingly no reason. And yet— there he was, helping this fragile boy out. Being so delicate it was like he was made of glass.
He grabbed his underwear, they had Star Wars drawings on them, Steve thought it was pretty cute.
Billy handled his legs with ease, slipping them in the underwear, pulling them up all the way to his hips, finally covering his private part.
He went for the pants after. Even the socks. Will did nothing but complied, letting Billy dress him up like a girl would dress up her Barbie doll.
He saw a smile spreading on Billy’s lips when he took the ghostbusters overall.
“He looked so cute in his costume” he declared, almost fond.
He got up from the bed. “All set. You can go Harrington”
He sighed, and didn’t let Billy tell him twice. He unlocked the door and stormed out as fast as he could.
He didn’t want to know what would happen to Will after this, nor what Billy was planning. He left them both in the room just like when he first came inside.
There were people in the hallway, he passed them, glancing and darting his eyes. His head was laying low but he still tried to see if people were looking at him. To see if anyone was trying to reach the door and open it. But none of them seemed to mind him. It was as if they didn’t hear anything, as if nothing happened. There was no accusatory eyes, or knowing looks. They were all minding their own business, letting him pass by quickly and escaping the place.