This Is Hoziers Bog And We’re Just Festering In It

It was Billy who first broke the silence after Starcourt. That was a surprise to Steve. He always thought he’d be the first one to break.

For a summers evening it was bitterly cold. At least, that’s what it felt like to Steve. Robin would tell him it was actually very warm later.

Billy had dumped him. That’s all Steve really knew. He’d dumped Steve and gone off to better and brighter things, which was seemingly every girl and closeted guy in the entire town. Steve’s attempt at a rebound we’re significantly less successful.

A sailor uniform was significantly less sexy than lifeguard shorts, noted.

Starcourt changed all of that and Billy was standing on Steve’s front porch, asking to come in. He should have said no, or at least directed Billy towards a different house. He didn’t say no.

Billy slept in Steve’s bed that night. Patrick came to pick him up the following morning. Steve tried not to be jealous. He failed.

They’d broken up. Billy was allowed to see other people, better people. Not like Steve who couldn’t control his hands and took things too literally and never made proper eye contact.

Besides, Billy needed a friend. He’d only just gotten away from his dad and Heather had just died. He needed someone to confide in and a shoulder to cry on, not Steve being his awkward, clingy self.

He didn’t let his hopes creep up when Billy started gently holding him after a nightmare and carrying him upstairs. It was just because Billy was a good person who didn’t like to see others suffering. Nothing more.

The cooking together didn’t mean anything either. It was just Billy being nice. Even when he gave Steve that sweet smile, the one Steve had only seen when they were together.

Carol told him to make Billy feel special. He was clearly still into Steve. Steve just needed to prove that he was a safe person to be around.

They weren’t going to get together. Steve knew that. He set the sitting room up like it used to be whenever they were having dates anyway. Soft lighting, gentle music, popcorn.

Dumb, stupid hope that refused to die.

Billy started crying when he walked in. Not like little sniffles either, like sobs and big salty tears.

Then he kissed Steve. Who was extremely confused.

Billy had panic broken up with Steve because he’d realised that he was falling in love and he associated being in love with getting hurt. Steve had assumed that Billy had broken up with him for being disabled. Then the Mindflayer happened and all Billy wanted to do was to see Steve again.

By the end of the night, both of them snoring to the end credits of The Breakfast Club, maybe they weren’t so broken up after all.

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something for my fellow switch!harringrove truthers 🫶

They take turns. Whoever feels like fucking or being fucked, it doesn’t matter, they’re happy to do both.

And Steve does like to top, he loves taking care of Billy, and watching the blond fall apart underneath him is something that can and will get him to the edge within minutes, but sometimes he just feels…pent up.

Like, pushing Billy’s knees to his chest and lining up his dick isn’t going to cut it.

And he gets so goddamn desperate to get fucked that it’s kinda embarrassing.

He’s shameless about it, too, because he’ll pin Billy to the wall when they make out and slide a hand down his boyfriend’s body, rub the heel of his palm along the hard length of Billy’s dick in his jeans and whine out a pathetic little, “Please.”

And Billy likes to bottom, he does, but there is also something about his strong, bitchy boyfriend getting all soft and whiny for his dick that has Billy grinning so fucking smug. He hums a pleased little sound and rolls his hips into Steve’s touch, muttering, “You want it?”

Steve nods so hard that his hair flops around a little, bouncing from volume, so Billy reaches up to grab a fistful of it and pulls until Steve’s moaning with his head back and Billy leans in to lick up the length of his neck.

He hears another quiet little ‘please’ again from Steve’s lips and he moans in response, loves how easy and pliant Steve gets like this, willing to let Billy put him in any position he wants just as long as he gets his dick.

So, he smacks his boyfriend’s needy ass and grunts, “Upstairs,” with a smirk, just to watch Steve nearly trip over himself as he climbs up the stairs.

And maybe he’s a little cruel, because he fucks Steve through his first orgasm, laughing mean because it takes Steve not even five minutes to cum once Billy’s got both hands on his boyfriend’s lower back, hitting that perfect spot again and again.

“You serious, princess?” Billy breaths as he slows his thrusts, pushing deep until Steve whines and that’s when he reaches down to touch Steve’s dick, feeling the slickness of his cum at the tip. Billy grins, “Fucking slut,” with another huff of laughter as Steve buries his face into the bed, the tips of his ears red from embarrassed arousal.

Because Steve’s still hard, even though he just came.

So, Billy keeps fucking him. He flips Steve onto his back and leans over him, kissing his pretty boy’s mouth just to taste the moans Steve makes for him, strung out and sensitive.

“M’gonna cum,” Billy pants into his boyfriend’s mouth, feeling his stomach tensing as the feeling rises and rises - until he’s filling Steve with a groan, snapping his hips to make sure his boyfriend gets every last drop.

Billy pulls out with a huff and a lazy smile, softening his mouth when Steve pulls him down into another kiss.

Those big doe eyes look up at him as those pink lips whisper, “M’still hard…”

“I know,” Billy hums, pecking those lips because they’re all his, “Don’t worry, baby, I got a plan.”

“A plan?” Steve frowns.

“Yeah,” Billy grins, “Once I catch my breath, I’m sitting on your dick, and you can cum whenever you want.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Steve laughs quietly, his dark eyes full of affection and lust.

And Billy does as promised. He falls to the side and hooks his thigh over Steve’s hip as he fingers himself open, lets Steve play for a bit because it feels good, until he pushes his boyfriend onto his back and climbs on.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last,” Steve huffs, his hands finding Billy’s hips.

“You’re gonna last,” Billy argues playfully, reaching between them to line Steve up before sitting back and down, breathing out slow and easy because Steve’s fucking huge.

He hears Steve’s soft gasp and moans, feels those fingertips digging into his skin with every inch he takes, and it feels so fucking good when—

“Fuckfuckfuck—Billy,” Steve tries to warn him, pushing at his hips, “Stop, m’gonna—”

Billy lifts his hips, feels Steve slip out, and then a hot little splash right against his hole.

He came the second he got inside Billy.

“Baby, I know I said ‘cum whenever you want’ but I didn’t think you’d cum this fast,” Billy can’t help but laugh in disbelief, “And you fucking came on my hole instead of inside me?”

Steve is blushing hard and covering his face, whining out, “M’sorry,” because he cleared had tried to stop it. He’s never cum this fast since their first time together.

It’s cute. And it would be disappointing, but Billy knows Steve can get it up one more time, from experience.

“It’s okay, stink,” Billy hums with a grin, leaning down as he pulls Steve’s hands away from his face, meeting those brown eyes with blue, teasing, “It’s not your fault my ass is so tight.”

Steve huffs a laugh at that and rolls his eyes, mutters, “Shut up,” as he lifts his chin in a silent request for a kiss.

Billy kisses him, gentle and loving, as he sneaks a hand down between them again to rub his cum-covered hole against Steve’s dick, humming, “C’mon, stud, I know you got it in you…”

And Steve does. He always does.

The sexiness is eternal

Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

It’s canon that Billy lets Max and El braid his hair while he talks about how much he loves Steve

The wedding was never off in the first place

Billy I think your wish boyfriend arrived

The best kind of fic

Steve knowing aaall the buttons he has to press (be mock-condescending, wear a tight pastel polo, be extra bitchy on their drive to their usual spot, hog the weed) to get Billy to slam him down onto the backseat and roughly tug Steve's pants just far enough down his ass to expose his hole and roughly shove a spit-slick finger inside.

And sure, Steve will squirm and curse at Billy as his dick gets trapped in his underwear and at the slightly too much burn in his hole, even though it makes him rock hard and so fast that he gets dizzy. He'll groan through the first press of Billy's cock against his rim, opening up with ease instead of tightening up because he wants it. Wants all of Billy shoved up deep inside and making Steve howl from the delicious pleasure-pain of it.

Here’s a list of ways I think Steve should weaponize Billy’s Aries identity against him:

Aries is the baby of the zodiac. Treat him like a baby. Billy cranky and moody? Distract him with something shiny. He’ll completely forget why he’s cranky. Pretty earrings. Sexy bedroom afire. A fun song. Aries is so easily entertained. Like dangling fisher price keys in front of a moody infant. I’m still convinced baby sensory videos would fix Billy.

Make Billy wait for things. If he’s being “bad,” either wait or take something away from him. Don’t let him touch himself. Or Steve. Give him a timeout when he’s being a brat. Aries is easily the most demanding and impatient sign, but also most easily bored. If we’re just given what we want all the time we’ll move on to something or someone more exciting. Edge the hell out of him.

Dominate him. Anyone who says that Aries is the more dominant sign or that we love to dominate others is a liar. Aries is just playing mind games and sizing up the competition. We won’t submit to people who aren’t worth our time and energy, and we view every interaction with people as a challenge. We will submit to a worthy opponent, though, and like it. Get his ass, Steve.

*Note: This is all in a safe, sane, consensual relationship.

We all know where Steve's brain was at.

(please, please, peep his eye-line in that top cap 👀👀)

pottery course teacher billy and business man (by force) steve, who attends the first class because robin gives him a voucher for it for his birthday and forces him to go because he needs some ‘creativity in his life’.

and steve arrives late. of course he does. and oh no, instant panic because there’s a blond with a messy bun and tight white tshirt helping someone out on the wheel and if that’s gonna be his teacher steve will need to pray three hail marys before he enters each class from now on—because oh, yes. now he understands why he needs some ‘creativity in his life’

Steve: I can't be distracted right now. So, no more of this.

Billy: ...

Billy: ...You just gestured to all of me.

Steve: And I meant it!

One day there comes a point where Steve feels safe enough around Billy to unmask around him. He’ll flop on the couch, head in Billy’s lap, talking about all the childish things he wasn’t supposed to like anymore like cartoons and animatronics and pastel socks. He won’t smile much but when he does it’s dazzling in a way that isn’t practiced or performed. He’s both quiet and loud, hot and cold, distant and so very near. He’ll grasp at Billy’s fingers like it’ll stop him from floating away as he talks and talks until he physically can’t anymore. And even if Billy can’t return that for Steve, can’t drop the barriers that have kept him safe for so many years, Billy know that he loves Steve Harrington. Loves Steve because Steve loves him back.

Hey Hargrove? Billy? Blondie?

It’s me. Harrington. Or Steve. Whichever you prefer? From basketball. Also from hitting you with a car while you were possessed.

Sorry about that by the way, genuinely. Also sorry about all the other stuff. You deserved better than that.

The doctor says nobody is allowed in to see you so I’m writing this on a napkin in a vent with the hope of dropping it into your room somehow before I get caught.

Which I won’t. I’m stealthy. Like a ninja.

I’m really glad you’re healing up man. Being impaled in the chest is a bitch and Max has been broken up about it for fucking weeks. But we’ve been told you can leave the hospital in a week. Probably won’t be able to chug any keg stands though, sorry.

Look- I’m not very good at like flirting and shit when it’s people I actually like, not just people I’m attracted to. And I really, really like you, Billy Hargrove.

I like your freckles

The way you smile when you think nobody can see

The way you pushed back at me and didn’t let anyone walk over you

How caring you are

Everything I’ve heard about you from Max

And I don’t want to be the dick who hits on a guy after literally almost dying but I don’t think anyone’s made you feel special in a long time and I might not be good for a lot but I know how to make people feel special.

So like- my house on Friday? I have pizza and some of Munson’s good stuff planned- you’ll know where it is, it’s the one you broke into while drunk that one time

Please don’t punch me when you see this (though I wouldn’t hold it against you if you did)

Steve

P.S- oh you weren’t the only Hargrove I hit with my car that night. Might have accidentally backed into your old man on the way out of Starcourt after the fire. Which was totally an accident for the doctor who’ll inevitably end up reading this.

tw: abuse, toxic dynamics, Billy trying to get Steve to hurt him, oh dicks too, probably unnegotiated d/s dynamics, is there a dove in here?

Harrington is a good lay. The best about it isn't even his fat cock or how he fucks Billy so hard it hurts, it's that he doesn't give a shit about Billy.

Harrington pulls his hair and tells him he isn't gay because they are just two guys blowing off steam and from behind Billy looks like a girl anyway. Another asshole in the closet, but at least this one knows what he's doing. He doesn't ask about Billy's bruises or why he shows up in the middle of the night with a sixer and some condoms. It's great, because Billy doesn't have to fucking think.

One day Neil is in a mood again, yells at Susan during dinner and grabs Billy's arm so hard he can still feel his hand on it hours later and there's a scratch on his cheek from Neil's wedding ring, showing him what family is all about.

Billy is hurting, but not enough. He doesn't get days like these when he's so far on the edge and he should fall, but doesn't. Sometimes he wants to burn, but can't get the fire started.

He's halfway through his pack of cigarettes and Harrington opens the door, a smirk on his lips. "Always comin' back for more, Hargrove."

Billy doesn't bother answering, just fumbles with Harrington's belt. They don't make it to the bedroom, not even the couch. Their cocks rub against each other and Harrington's low growl makes Billy shiver.

Harrington's hand digs into the bruise. The pain is only a weak echo of what could be.

"Hit me," he hears himself say. His back is tense. He won't flinch, if he sees it coming. He has years of practice.

Harrington's fingers are on him, but lifting up his chin, making him look in brown eyes. There's a line between them.

"Didn't you just have enough?" Harrington presses his lips against the scratch on his cheek. It tingles.

"Pussy," Billy spits. He has to poke Harrington until he snaps. He did it once, he can do it again.

"No." Harrington doesn't let go of his face. Bucks his hip against Billy's. Billy tries to swallow the moan. The sound that still escapes is more of a whine.

Harrington's lips brush against his. His other hand wraps around Billy's cock. Thumb circling the tip lazily. Billy feels hot, like he has laid in the sun for too long.

"You don't get to hurt yourself," Harrington murmurs. "That's what you come to me for."

"Hit me," Billy repeats, voice broken like he is on the inside.

"No." Harrington squeezes his dick. Billy groans against his lips. "He isn't in charge. You're not in charge. I am."

He begins to pump Billy's dick, slow and lazy, like they have all the time in the world. Presses featherlight kisses on Billy's neck.

"If you're good, I can make you come until it hurts."

Billy's head swims and somehow Steve words make sense.

tiny snippet of the oneshot ive been slowly but surely getting through… consider it domestic harringrove fluff with a dose of steve’s parents making an unexpected visit and shaking things up 😳☺️💖

Billy: Yeah, I know

Billy is happily married to steve. Today is his first day working as a coach at school

Billy: I'm a lone wolf.

Billy: A loner.

Billy: Alone.

Billy: All alone.

Billy: Forever.

Steve: ...

Billy: What's a wolf gotta do to get a hug around here!?!?