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It's not okay when someone punches walls or throws things near you. Yeah, they aren't hitting you directly, but they'll only punch a wall for so long.
Steve knows this; his mom always told him never to be that kind of person. Never hit a woman, never make a woman fear being hit by you, never yell at a woman, basically, to be a gentleman. Steve followed these rules; he never laid hands on a woman, never made a woman fear getting hurt by him. He followed his mom's rules.
The problem was, Steve was in a relationship where someone was hitting him. Well- not directly, but they punche walls, throw things, make Steve fear getting hurt. But Steve didn't leave the relationship, he didn't know why, but he didn't. Maybe it was because of the way his partner looked, or maybe it was because after every fight, he'd tell Steve he loved him.
Steve wanted to be loved, he wanted to be loved so badly, that even in a toxic relationship, he won't leave. Steve would lie to himself, saying it's fine, that his partner wouldn't lay hands on him, they just have anger issues, and that's fine. It wasn't fine, it never would be, but Steve wouldn't admit it.
Steve hears a knock at his door, so he pauses his television, and gets up to answer the door. "Hey, Billy-" Steve says as he opens the door and Billy pulls him in to give him a rough, dirty kiss. Steve kisses back immediately, wrapping his arms around Billy's neck.
"Hey." Billy responds, kicking the door closed, looking at Steve lustfully. "God I've been waiting for this all day.." he says as he pushes Steve onto the couch. Steve rolls his eyes jokingly. "Really? Sex? Can't we just hang out or something for a little bit first?" He asks, and Billy frowns.
"Hang out? Whatever, fine. Let's watch a movie I guess." He says, plopping himself onto the opposite side of the couch Steve was on. Steve scoots closer to Billy, who nudges him away. Steve looks at Billy confused before asking "what's wrong with you?" And Billy just shakes his head. "Just pick a movie." Steve scoffs, looking at Billy in confusion. "Did I do something? Are you upset because I didn't want you have sex??" He asks, and Billy groans in pure annoyance. "I mean I've been horny all day and when I come over you tell me you're not in the mood. Do you realize how selfish that is?" Billy says. "What? How's that selfish? Are you kidding me?"
Billy stands up, grabs a movie cd, and slams it into the DVD. "No, I'm not kidding, does it look like I'm kidding? It's always about what YOU want. You want dates, I take you out on dates, you want me to stop being a jerk to the bl- to Lucas, I stop being an ass. I ask for ONE thing, and you can't do that!" He snaps. Steve jumps slightly as Billy yells. "I ask you for the bare fucking minimum! And we have sex everyday! Sorry if sometimes I'm too tired for it." Steve yells back, standing up so he's level with Billy. "You should be glad I even want to fuck you with a body like that." Billy says sharply, grabbing at Steve's stomach.
Steve goes quiet for several seconds before responding. "What?.. what the hell are you trying to say?" Billy looks at Steve with fake pity. "Look at yourself, you look like you don't know when to stop eating." He says picking Steve cheeks liks a chipmunk. "I.. dude I'm literally not even fat. I'm the average fucking weight for my size asshole." Steve replies, his sharp tone hiding the hurt. Apparently though, Billy didn't like getting called an asshole because the next second, Billy's palm is meeting with his cheek.
"Don't talk back to me like that ever again. Watch your damn tone." Billy says, grabbing Steve's shirt collar. Steve cups his cheek, looking at Billy with shock. "What the hell.." He says, and Billy's eyes widen as he realizes what he did. "Shit.. shit I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hit you.. you just pissed me off you know? It won't happen again I promise." Steve doesn't believe that, he knows that it's just gonna keep happening, but he doesn't push away as Billy hugs him and kisses the cheek he smacked. "Yeah.. it's fine.." He says, resting his chin on Billy's shoulder.
Billy pulls Steve into his lap and kisses him deeply. Steve hesitantly kisses back, he knew this was about to lead to sex, but he didn't fight it, not wanting to risk getting hit again.
(I'm not writing the sex scene 🥹)
Steve is resting against Billy's chest, tired and in pain. Billy's fingers are brushing through Steve's hair gently, how can someone's hands be so rough yet so gentle at the same time? He couldn't do this, he needed to break up with Billy, but before he has a chance to speak, Billy is telling him something that would make him stay. "I love you, Steve Harrington." God Steve hated how deeply he wanted to be loved. "I love you too." He responds, before falling asleep in Billy's arms.
Maybe Billy wouldn't hit him again, maybe it really was an accident. Or so Steve told himself.
(Ik it's short, I wanted to get this first chapter out as quick as possible)