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Steve didn't think it would happen like this. Truth be told he didn't think it would happen at all. He'd thought about it, sure, but he never thought it would happen. But here he is, Billy Hargrove in his knees in front of him, his cock in his mouth, blue eyes boring into his own.
It all started after gym. Steve liked to take long showers, preferring only to leave when everyone else was gone. But this time, someone stayed. "So, Harrington," Billy starts. Billy with his stupid blue eyes, and stupid pretty hair, and stupid abs, and stupid- okay thats enough. "How's your creepy pedo babysitting going?"
"Shut up Hargrove."
"Make me. Bitch."
At this Steve spins around and slams Billy into the wall behind him. Billy grunts at the impact, wolfish grin fading for a moment. But it pops right back. "Oh, there's King Steve. I missed ya," he says, putting his hands on Steve's shoulders.
"I said shut the fuck up."
"And I said make me."
Steve doesn't think, he just acts, grabbing Billy's throat roughly and pressing him harder against the wall. Billy's smile falters once more, staying away now. His eyes wide, face red, lips parted. Their bodies are touching now, and Steve can feel something against his hip. He looks down, confused, his hand still on Billy's throat, to see Billy's cock. His semi-hard cock.
He looks back up to see Billy, feauters twisted, almost as if he's about to cry. "Okay Harrington, you've had your fun, fuck off." Steve squeezes Billy's neck again, gentler this time, but he still gets a reaction. Billy's eyelids flutter, lips parting again, and he gets even redder than before.
"Oh you like that?"
"Fuck you."
"I think I'll be doing the fucking actually." Steve smirks as Billy whips his head forward, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. "W-what?" "You heard me," Steve says before kissing him. For a moment Billy seems surprised, but he starts kissing back almost immediately. Their mouths move fluidly, tongues sliding against each other almost pornographicly. Steve slots a leg between Billy's thighs, grinding it into Billy's cock.
This elicits a pitiful moan into Steve's mouth, a sound he'd never thought would come out of the younger boy. Steve pulls away, and Billy whines, chasing Steve's mouth with his own. Steve chuckles. "On your knees gorgeous." Billy doesn't respond, just drops to his knees with a painful sounding thump.
Billy kisses the tip of his weeping cock, lapping at the precum seeping out of him. He sighs, relishing the feeling. It's been so long. Billy traces kisses up and down his length, teasing, licking, but never taking him fully into his mouth. When he finally does, he doesn't hold back, downing his dick in one go, all the way down to the base without gagging.
Steve stares down at the unmoving man, and he stares back. He knows he isn't small. So the fact that Billy just took all of him without gagging is impressive. As Billy begins bobbing his head, he looks up at Steve, blue eyes meeting brown. He laces a hand into Billy's hair, and Billy hums at the feeling. This causes a wave of pleasure to shoot through Steve's body, and he tightens his grip. Billy moans, and not quietly either.
Steve's eyebrows fly up in surprise. He gives another tug, more firm this time, and Billy moans again, bobbing his head even faster. Steve can feel the heat pooling in his belly, and before he can warn the blonde, he's spilling down his throat in the best orgasm he's had in years. Billy doesn't falter, just sucking him through the orgasm.
He pulls away when he can take no more, and some cum drips out into Billy's lips. He looks beautiful, blush creeping down his body, cum on his lips, glazed over eyes. He looks fucked out already and Steve hasn't even touched him. He can't take it. he yanks Billy to his feet and starts kissing him.
He pulls away to trace kisses down his jaw and to his neck, sucking marks into the delicate skin, drawing moans and whimpers out if Billy. As he sucks more marks into his neck and shoulder he grabs Billy's weeping cock, stroking slowly. Billy's head lolls back, thunking against the wall behind him.
Steve pulls off his neck for a second. "Good, beautiful?" "Mhm," Billy says. He's thrusting into Steve's hand in time with his strokes, mouth open, soft moans falling out of his mouth, so he must be close. He's got his hands on Steve's shoulders, and when he finally spills into his palm, he rakes his nails down Steves back, leaving marks deep enough that they'll stay for at least a week.
After a moment of panting and gathering himself, he grabs Steve's cum covered hand, bringing it to his lips. Their eyes are locked. He licks his own cum from Steve's fingers, slowly but surely, careful not to miss a drop. Steve just watches, mouth open. He loves it.
After this, Steve and Billy hookup a lot. They even hangout. It's always at Steve's house, or the showers, or in the back of Billy's Camero. They learn what the other likes, Billy loving praise, and being choked, getting hickeys and leaving bite and scratch marks all over Steve. And Steve? Well, he just loves that blissful, fucked out look on Billy's face, so he'll do whatever it takes to see it.
Their relationship is far from perfect, Billy not knowing how to process his feelings, instead showing everything as anger, and Steve just isn't a good listener sometimes. But they like each other. Maybe they even love each other. So it all works out.