hmm maybe a steve who has been billy’s best friend since he was a kid and he always gets jealous when billy tells him about his latest fuck. he would try to laugh it off whenever billy does that, but one time when they’re getting high steve’s dumbass tells billy without noticing about how jealous he gets and how he would want billy to fuck him instead and billy just stares at him and goes ”you want me to fuck you, princess?” and after a minute steve just nods and says ”uh huh” and then they fuck
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Steve is not a blushing virgin.
And he’s certainly not a prude, but whenever Billy goes into graphic detail about the people he sleeps with, the things they do, Steve’s stomach goes tight, his heart speeds up, and he feels, feels sweaty.
He thought it was the visceral way Billy would describe each girl’s pussy, and when Billy one night, high as a fucking kite, let slip he doesn’t actually like sleeping with girls, that he prefers a boy under him, Steve just figured it was his own ingrained homophobia that would rear it’s ugly head when Billy would let smoke pour out of his mouth, talk with his hands while saying and this guy, he was so fucking TIGHT, I swear I could barely even get inside.
So they’re spending the weekend at Steve’s, and Steve was playing a fun game with himself, taking a hit each time Billy said some derivative of the world hole, when it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.
It was jealousy.
He wanted to be the boy Billy fucked against a bathroom stall in some seedy club, wanted to be his to be the hole Billy shoved his tongue inside, used three fingers to make room for his cock.
Once Steve realized it, he felt like a fucking idiot.
it was so obvious, that’s what was happening.
Had been happening since they were eleven and Billy told him he kissed Lisa Carmichael under the bleachers.
“Stevie!”
He snapped back to himself, looking over at Billy.
“You were zoned out hard.” Billy took the joint from his fingers, taking a hit. “What’s got your brain all worked up?”
“Nothing.” Billy blew out a cloud of smoke.
“Don’t lie.” Steve shrugged at him.
Billy got a familiar, and very wicked look in his eye.
“Bill, Bill no.” Steve was horrified, trying to scoot up the bed to relative safety when Billy launched himself, pining Steve down easily, and fucking tickling him..
Steve was writhing around, laughing loudly, his face red, his stomach already sore.
“C’mon, Pretty Boy! This torture could all be over if you just tell me.” Steve was trying not to think about how Billy could pin him down, could hold him down.
“Billy! Stop!” Steve shrieked.
“There’s only one way to make it stop! Tell me what you’re thinking about!”
“About how jealous I am! That I want you to fuck me.”
Everything stopped.
Steve didn’t even realize he had spoken.
Billy was staring at him, eyes wide.
“What?”
“Are you, are you aware of what you just said?” Steve thought for a second, his mouth going dry.
“Um, can we just pretend that I didn’t say anything?”
“Absolutely not.” Steve’s face was going hot.
Billy bent over him, his forearms on either side of his head.
Their faces were inches apart, Steve was refusing to look him in the eye.
“You want me to fuck you, Princess?”
Steve’s breath caught in his chest.
He bit his lip.
“Yeah. Always have.”
Billy connected their lips.
Steve felt like he was on fire. The kiss was sloppy, dirty, messy.
But fucking amazing.
Steve let Billy take control, let him open Steve’s mouth with his tongue, just moaned softly into his mouth.
Billy ground his hips down, and Steve could feel his was fucking hard.
He sat up, looking down at Steve, his eyes dark.
“How you want me, Baby? Always wanted ta take you real slow. Watch you fall apart.”
Steve’s eyes were wide.
“You, you always wanted?”
“Jesus Christ, Steve. I’ve been fucking in love with you since I was a kid. You’re literally the reason I know I’m gay.”
“Oh my God. I seriously just realized I’m, someone that likes boys. Or at least, likes you.”
Billy tossed his head back as he laughed, the room echoing with his roar.
“Took you long enough.”
Billy swung himself off of Steve, standing next to the bed.
He began rummaging through his bedside drawer.
“You got lube?”
“No. I don’t really use it.”
“Even when you jack off?”
“Nah. I, uh, I get real wet.” Steve’s cheeks burned as Billy looked at him.
“Oh my God. You’re so fucking hot.” Billy made a show of adjusting himself in his jeans before going back to his task.
He found a jar of Vaseline, shrugging at it.
“You’re gonna have to get lube if we keep doin’ this.” Steve sat up as Billy took of his shirt, tossing the Vaseline down on the bed.
“I, um, are we gonna keep doing this?” Billy looked at him intensely.
“Steve, when I said I’m in love with you, I fucking meant it.”
Steve gaped at him.
“I think I’m in love with you too.”
Billy looked like a little kid when he grinned, so bright and fucking giddy.
“Take off your damn clothes, then. I wanna do this.”
Steve wriggled awkwardly out of his clothes as Billy kicked off his jeans.
Billy stared at him, drinking in his body.
They had practically grown up together, they had seen each other naked plenty of times.
But seeing Billy’s cock, hard against his stomach, flushed red, uncut, and fucking thick, Steve felt his mouth water.
“Can I suck your dick?” His eyes widen as Billy’s cock gave a visible kick.
“I’ve literally dreamt of hearing you say those words.”
Steve stood up from the bed, and sunk to his knees, right there in front of Billy.
Billy’s eyes were huge as Steve took him in hand, looking up at him.
He looked back at his cock.
Okay, Steve. You got this.
He leaned forward, licking up the length of his cock.
Billy shuddered as Steve licked him, tonguing at his slit.
He opened his mouth, took all of him as deep as he could go.
Billy sighed out, one hand threading into Steve’s hair, just, holding, let Steve do all the work, let him set a sloppy pace.
Steve kinda, he kinda liked his mouth being full of Billy’s cock, liked how the smooth skin felt against his tongue, the roof of his mouth. He even liked the taste, the musky sort of flavor, the bitterness of precum.
He lost himself as he bobbed his head, fluttering his tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock.
Billy tugged gently as his hair.
“Baby, don’t wanna cum yet.”
Billy looked fucking wrecked, his chest was heaving, his lips parted.
“Wanna cum inside you.” Steve fucking whined at the idea.
Billy helped him up, pushing him back onto the bed.
Steve let him move him, let Billy settle himself between his legs. Billy just stared at him, made Steve feel exposed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Billy’s voice was soft. “Absolutely perfect.”
He pressed his hands up Steve’s thighs, spreading his legs, feeling the soft skin. He pushed his body close, kissing him some more as he fumbled with the Vaseline, spreading it over a few of his fingers.
He pulled away slightly as he dipped his hand low, circling his hole with one finger.
“I’ll stop if you want. If it feels bad or anything.”
“I know you will.” Billy pushed his finger in.
It felt odd, just some pressure. Steve didn’t mind it, but also didn’t really get it. But he let Billy kiss his neck, bite and suck, leave marks in his wake.
He was used to one finger by now, was alright with the alick feeling of it sliding in and out of him.
He pressed his toe to Billy’s thigh.
“You can add another.” Billy’s breath was hot against his neck, two fingers tight in his ass.
The stretch burned, Billy’s fingers were thick, clever in the way they curled inside of him, rubbed and prodded.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s a little sore but-”
He saw fucking stars as Billy pressed his fingers just so, made fire zip up Steve’s spine. Billy was grinning at him, poking that spot again and again, make Steve cry out.
There was a steady drip of precum on his stomach, and he felt like he could snap, could cum at any second.
“Jeez, Sugar, you weren’t lyin’ about gettin’ all wet.” And he trailed down Steve’s body to lap at the small puddle, slurp it up as he pushed in another finger.
“I’m so, I’m so close, Bill. Just fuck me.”
Billy stilled for a moment, looking up at Steve.
“You’re so perfect.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to Steve’s hip before pulling his fingers out.
He slicked up his cock with the Vaseline, shuffling closer to Steve.
“Are you sure?” Billy’s eyes were sharp.
“I’m so sure.”
Steve felt like if Billy didn’t fuck him right then, he was gonna lose his damn mind.
Billy shuffled closer, beginning to press in.
He leaned over Steve, linking their hands together, kissing him so soft.
They took a second when Billy bottomed out, just breathing together.
“I love you. I fucking love you.” Billy began to move, punching the breath right out of Steve’s lungs.
“I love you too,” Steve breathed into his ear. Billy ducked down to kiss at his neck. His pace was slow, his body moving softly on top of Steve’s.
It was overwhelming, Billy on top of him, Billy inside of him.
He buried his face in Billy’s hair, breathing him in.
He felt so full, stretched wide around Billy’s cock. His mouth was hot on his neck, leaving kisses and soft scrapes of his teeth.
Steve was so close to the edge, was toeing the line of orgasm.
He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, feeling his soft skin, his hard muscle.
“Stevie, I’m gonna-”
“Me too.”
When Billy came, his back tightened. He moaned softly into Steve’s ear, and Steve could feel him, spilling hot and wet inside of him.
It pushed Steve.
He arched into Billy, holding him tight.
They were breathing heavy, still locked together.
“I never wanna be with anyone but you.” Steve just barely heard his soft voice.
“Me neither, you’re the only one.”
And Billy’s eyes were so bright, so blue when he looked up at Steve, and his smile was blinding.
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