Steve and Billy walking home drunk from a party when they cut through the park.
They start messing around on the playground and eventually end up trying to use the swings. Steve tries to sit down and leans out too far and falls on his ass laughing in a heap. Billy’s dying.
“You’re shit faced Harrington! Ain’t gonna happen!” Billy whoops in between giggles.
Steve stumbles to his feet, “I can do it! Not like you can!” Billy snorts, grabbing the chains and taking a seat. “Wanna fuckin bet?”
He gets about two full swings in before the dizziness catches up with him, and he has to drag his heels to a sudden stop before the world spins completely off it’s axis and flips his stomach beyond it’s return.
Steve snickers. “Shuddup.” Billy pouts kicking the wood chips. “Hey….” Steve elbows him, “I dare you to try that swing.” Billy follows Steve’s pointed finger to the toddler swing, with the leg holes.
Billy glowers back at Steve, “you’re twisted.” Steve smirks, giving Billy an unsettling shove on the swing. “Wassa matter? Fraid that fat ass won’t fit???” Steve makes to walk away. Uncaring. Hips swaying and feet unsteady. Billy’s nose wrinkled in but a seconds contemplation before he pushed out of his seat and grabbed the new perch.
“Wash n’ learn P’ boy.” Billy slurred, slapping a fat palm against the boy’s chest. He grabbed the toddler seat, hoisting in a leg through the seat. It was a tight squeeze, but he wasn’t going to let Steve have this tonight. Oh no. This was gonna be his prize tonight even if it was the dumbest thing on his shelf of accomplishments. Hopping on one foot, he grabbed the chain, lifting and shimmying. Yes shimmying his other leg into the tiny bucket seat. Halfway in and it was beyond snug. Pinchingly tight. He might get bruises from this.
Leaning on the swing set pole, Steve watched, “how’s it going tiger?” “Fuck you!” Billy snapped with a grunt as he shifted his hips side to side. He was close. So close. With one more good wiggle and then -! Whump! He was in. Fully seated. Steve threw his head back howling, grabbing his sides in stitches. Billy knew he’d get far on determination but didn’t actually think this would happen. He was frozen like possum caught in baited trap. The mental processing was on a delay.
“Christ Billy, you should see yourself!” Steve cried, wiping his eyes. Billy shot him a look of sheer hatred, “son of a bitch.” He gave the seat a hearty tug, straining and pushing. Groaning and whining pitifully as it clung to him. “The fuck am I supposed to do now Harrington!?!” Billy’s voice cracked in desperation.
Steve was doubled over on himself, wheezing.
Just then, red and blue lights lit up the dark park.
“The hell are you two knuckle draggers doin!?” Hopper asked, flashlight pointed from his Chevy Blazer.
I feel like steve would enjoy watching billy flirt with like a mom or a waitress or something. Like, I don’t think he’d be jealous. I think he’d be like ‘you’re full of shit, I know what you really want’ but he’d enjoy watching billy turn the charm all the way on.
Steve doesn’t often torture himself with the public pool. Despite all the shit that happened in it, he does have his own one at home. It might be full of nightmares and guilt, but at least it isn’t filled with screaming kids and pee. Honestly, he doesn’t know how Billy puts up with it. He certainly doesn’t know how the hell Billy puts up with the beating hot sun and a handful of vacation-drunk kids when he does the swimming lessons.
He also doesn’t know how Billy puts up with the moms. The first time Steve had come to the pool while Billy was working, just to see and admire and whatever, it had kind of pissed him off. When Billy walked out from the back office to start his shift it was like the whole goddamn battalion of moms and girls had zoned in on him, fawning over him like some sort of god.
And like, okay. Steve gets that. God knows he does enough worshipping at the altar of Billy, on his knees or beneath him. And God knows he gets Billy coming undone over and on and under him, like he’s made for it. Like they’re both made for it.
So it’s just weird to see all the moms and chicks lose their minds over the guy who doesn’t want a single one of them. For a moment it even makes him feel… not jealous, but… insecure. It makes him think of Nancy and how sure he was she loved him. But that night, together in Steve’s empty house, Billy had asked him what he thought about seeing him at work and Steve had hesitated.
“You were super hot, honestly. Kind of distracting,” he’d said, trying to laugh it off. Billy pushed. And then pushed again, and finally when he’d wrestled Steve into a breathless submission on the bed, Steve had cracked.
“All those girls, even the moms, man, they… they wanted you, you know? You could have any of them, and… I dunno. I’m a loser now who couldn’t get into college and sells ice-cream in a sailor suit for $3 an hour.”
Billy had laughed at him. And then he’d realised Steve was serious, and spent the night, as Billy had described it, ‘putting Steve’s mind at rest’.
Steve stretches out on the deck chair, at the perfect poolside angle to watch as Billy steps out from the back office and heads to the lifeguard chair. He’s close enough to hear as a mom approaches him, talking shit about her kid and extra lessons.
Billy grins, all Californian charm and bright blue eyes and blonde curls. He gets up into her space. Tilts his head, bites the edge of his whistle - a flicker of white teeth and pink tongue. Says something in a low tone about how her kid should watch her swim, learn the form from her 'perfect figure’. It’s weirdly kind of hot, watching him turn the full blast of his sexiness on someone else and knowing it means nothing at all. Plus… he gets it. Moms talk. No one in the whole of Hawkins thinks Billy’s anything other than a super hot macho man straight stud. The mom says something and Billy laughs, warm and bright and genuine if you didn’t know him like Steve Harrington knows him.
But when Billy shifts his weight and then adjusts, because Steve fucked him hard enough this morning he knows Billy’s still feeling it, and their eyes meet across the pool, Steve just winks.
I really like the idea of Billy being really emotive and expressive when he finds someone he genuinely trusts. Like it might take a while to get him to trust you, but once you earn it, you get this side of Billy no one really knows about.
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