[ Steve's wearing a fucking neckerchief. Billy's not the sort of person who passes up on an opportunity like that. He grabs the bright red neckerchief in one hand and yanks Steve in closer to him, pressing their lips together.
That's the only free sample he was interested in.
And don't worry, Harrington, Billy specifically waited for the last customer to leave before waltzing his annoying ass up to the counter. ]
[ There's something about Billy that always leaves Steve feeling like he's had the ground pulled out from under him.
One second he's trying not to notice how Billy's skin is practically glowing like he's still out there in the hot sun, the next he's halfway across the counter and goddamn he hates these uniforms.
And fuck if Billy doesn't taste exactly like the Hawkins Community Pool. All unrelenting heat and wetness and lingering chlorine.
Chill, Harrington. No one's here. [ He looms over the counter, his open shirt not leaving much to the imagination. His hair is still wet, sending droplets of water flying as he shakes his head.
He smiles. ] I like that flavor. You got any more in the back?
[ Come on, what's the point of working at a place like this if you can't kiss in the back room every now and then? ]
[ He has to check for himself that there aren't any teenagers hidden in the store, eyes darting over Billy's shoulder while his mouth runs on autopilot. ]
Oh my god, you've literally come here to get me fired, haven't you?
[ And Billy was right, there's no one else here. Robin isn't even here, at least for the next half hour. Not that that's relevant. ]
[ He sighs. He had to crush on the densest idiot on the face of this Earth, didn't he? ]
Yeah, I really care about making you lose your dorky cashier job. [ He rolls his eyes. If Steve had a cool job, maybe he'd try that. Scoops Ahoy was not a cool job.
He takes one of the plastic sample-size spoons from the dispenser and runs his tongue over it, sucking it between his lips. That could be you, Steve. You could be that spoon. ]
[ There's a really intelligent thing that Steve's about to say. It's right there on the tip of his tongue, ready to hand Billy his ass and get him out of here with his tail between his legs.
Except his mouth goes dry. He needs to look at literally anything other than Billy right now. Somehow, he finds the strength to lean back to his side of the counter, pulling the scoop out of his pocket (twirling it, because he had practiced for hours and how it's second nature) and reaching for a cone.]
Christ, Hargrove, fine. What flavor is it you're after? [ Feed him, send him and his fucking inability to wear shirts like a normal human being on his way. Life back to the regular amount of humiliation. It's a plan. ]
[ Billy laughs out loud. Jesus, he was really going to have to be blunt with this one, wasn't he? ]
It's a good thing you're pretty. [ Because he sure as hell wasn't smart. ] Put the scoop down, sailor boy, the only flavor I want is you.
[ He licks his lips, parting his unbuttoned shirt just a little bit more. Maybe if Steve can get a better view of his abs he'll finally take the hint. ]
[ Steve hears pretty and he hears sailor boy because that's what he expects to hear. And you know what? It's been a long day and they aren't in school anymore and he's done having Billy Fucking Hargrove call him names like that. ]
God, you're a real asshole, you know that? You think I don't get enough shit from literally everyone else we went to school with to put up with it from you too?
[ He isn't yelling, but he's leaning back across the counter waving his scoop under Billy's nose like the guy hasn't just-- didn't just--
His brain fills him in on the rest of what it'd heard. Mid rant, he frowns, forehead wrinkling because maybe he's the one going insane. ] Wait, what?
[ Billy waits while Steve rants at him, impatiently tapping his fingers against the counter. Not only could Harrington not take a hint, it seems like he couldn't take an outright confession, either.
He wasn't used to relationships where the other person was the one causing the grief. ] Do you think I call every guy pretty?
[ Maybe Steve thought everyone from California just talked like that, all loose and flirty with whoever they want. Steve would be wrong. There was only one prettyboy in Billy's life right now, and dammit, how much more motivation did he need to drag him to the back and kiss him already? ]
If I'm loitering, you can always escort me off the premises. [ He winks. Escort him through the back. Where no one else is. And they can make out. ]
[ Billy winks at him. Like. Winks at him. With his eyes. Right here in Steve's place of work. Which, admittedly, Billy Hargrove has done before, but also he's just kissed him. Also in his place of work. Standing here all tanned and practically shirtless and winking and.... flirting with him right here. In Steve's place of work.
Where anyone could walk in at any time.
In emergencies, Steve can be a quick thinker.
He points to the door to the back.] You get in there right now and you are going to tell me what the fuck is going on.
[ He's reaching for the Back in five sign from over the counter. ]
I swear to christ if Tommy put you up to this I'll lock your dumb ass in the deep freeze and leave you there overnight.
You think I still hang out with Tommy? [ He got sick of Tommy after two weeks and ditched him. Having someone to hold your cigarettes wasn't worth how completely obnoxious he found Tommy H. to be.
He waits until they're in the back room and the door is closed to say anything else. Billy doesn't want to be exposed, either, but he's a little more reckless than Steve and willing to take a gamble. Besides, he doubts he would've convinced Steve to let him into the back room any other way.
He steps closer to Steve, close enough that their lips are only a few inches apart. It'd seem confrontational if it weren't for the come-hither look in his half-lidded eyes. ]
Would you believe me if I said the tipping point was that stupid uniform? [ It was probably the worst thing Steve had ever worn, and yet....something about those cute shorts and the way his top was cut short enough to expose his tummy whenever he lifted his arms was driving Billy nuts. Nuts enough to kiss him. ]
You're right, it's horrible. [ Everything about that uniform seems like it was tailor-made to torture the poor, mostly teenaged employees who worked there. Billy could only imagine some corporate asshole laughing manically as he proposed such an outfit.
So the fact that Billy saw Steve in that awful, tacky getup and his mind still wandered to how cute he was in those shorts? Well, it just sealed the deal: he likes Steve. He like likes Steve and it's not going away. ]
[ And now he's up to speed he feels exactly like the dingus Robin keeps calling him. He'd pay money that Billy is incapable of being subtle, and this standing right here in front of him? That's not subtle.
And honestly? After a summer of being turned down by literally every teenage girl to walk through the shop doors, Steve can't say he isn't on board.]
God, Hargrove. That's pretty depressing.
[ He's trying for disaffected flirting, but Steve really isn't capable of being subtle either. Is that tanned skin going to feel as warm as it looks? God, it's just right there where he could reach out and touch it ]
So what, you think I should take pity on you? Put you out of your misery?
[ Steve's so dumb but he so damn charming that it works. Billy can't even be mad that it took him this long to get the hint. Just watching him pretend to be cool and disaffected and failing miserably is enough. ]
I think you should shut up and kiss me already.
[ He puffs out his chest, pulling back the edges of his shirt to expose even more of it. Hopefully Steve at least gets that hint: if you kiss him, you can touch his chest, too. ]
[ Is Steve really expecting him to say please? He's never going to say it. Nope. Not ever. Billy Hargrove and good manners do not mix.
If Steve's going to be a tease, Billy's just going to go for it, leaning in to kiss him a bit rougher this time. If Harrington parts his lips, Billy will gladly shove his tongue right in. ]
No, dum-- [ The correction is kissed right out of him, and Steve's happy to let it go because damn. Billy is every bit as pushy and warm as Steve is realising he's imagined.
Billy's tongue comes pushing and and Steve... fine he's going to allow it but he hooks a hand in the back of Billy's jeans to pull him closer, getting his other hand curled up in that dumb mullet.
If that tongue gets too pushy, Steve's going to pull on his hair. Fair's fair. ]
[ He's going to be as pushy as he wants, because he's been waiting for so long to get that tongue of his on Steve Harrington's body. Besides, he likes getting his hair pulled. ]
Think you'll get a 'you rule' point for this? [ He pulls away for only a moment before dipping back down to kiss him on the neck, right above the collar of his stupid sailor outfit.
Oh yeah, he's seen the tally board, and just how many failures Steve's had when it comes to flirting. ]
If you want to talk about the points we-- [ He gasps at the kiss to his neck, pulling Billy's hair harder for a moment in surprise.]
we can-- we can just sit around and wait for Robin to get back.
[ His attempt to be unaffected by this is undermined as he lifts his chin to give Billy better access to his neck, pulling Billy more firmly against him until his back hits the wall. ]
Nah, we don't need to worry about points. [ He moans a bit when Steve tugs his hair. He always did like it when Harrington got nice and rough with him. He likes the feel of those fingers dragging along his scalp, tangled in his curly hair.
He can't help but smile as he kisses Steve's neck, biting and sucking small bruises into his pale skin. Why did it take him so long to go for this? ]
I'm the one who's winning here, anyway. [ Because he's the one who gets to kiss King Steve. That's still the Steve he sees, even with that dorky sailor outfit. ]
Which of us is-- [ He gasps again as Billy nips a sensitive spot, digging his hands further into Billy's dumb curls.] --making out on company time?
[ Too late Steve remembers this uniform is going to leave him with no way to hide any kind of hickey, but fuck it feels too good and probably no one will notice. Just like no one will notice the scratches his fingernails are making in the small of Billy's back.
Yeah, definitely no one will notice.
But to be safe he pulls at Billy's hair to drag their mouths back together again. God, fuck Billy Hargrove's mouth.]
[ He just blows his whistle at kids who are running or trying to bring food into the pool, but saying it like that doesn't make him feel as important as he wants to feel.
He returns the kiss, clumsily shoving his tongue into Steve's mouth and swirling it around. Fuck, he has waited so long to be able to do that, he's not even giving Steve a chance to breathe as he goes at him. ]
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That's the only free sample he was interested in.
And don't worry, Harrington, Billy specifically waited for the last customer to leave before waltzing his annoying ass up to the counter. ]
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One second he's trying not to notice how Billy's skin is practically glowing like he's still out there in the hot sun, the next he's halfway across the counter and goddamn he hates these uniforms.
And fuck if Billy doesn't taste exactly like the Hawkins Community Pool. All unrelenting heat and wetness and lingering chlorine.
He wrenches back. ] Are you insane?
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He smiles. ] I like that flavor. You got any more in the back?
[ Come on, what's the point of working at a place like this if you can't kiss in the back room every now and then? ]
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Oh my god, you've literally come here to get me fired, haven't you?
[ And Billy was right, there's no one else here. Robin isn't even here, at least for the next half hour. Not that that's relevant. ]
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Yeah, I really care about making you lose your dorky cashier job. [ He rolls his eyes. If Steve had a cool job, maybe he'd try that. Scoops Ahoy was not a cool job.
He takes one of the plastic sample-size spoons from the dispenser and runs his tongue over it, sucking it between his lips. That could be you, Steve. You could be that spoon. ]
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Except his mouth goes dry. He needs to look at literally anything other than Billy right now. Somehow, he finds the strength to lean back to his side of the counter, pulling the scoop out of his pocket (twirling it, because he had practiced for hours and how it's second nature) and reaching for a cone.]
Christ, Hargrove, fine. What flavor is it you're after? [ Feed him, send him and his fucking inability to wear shirts like a normal human being on his way. Life back to the regular amount of humiliation. It's a plan. ]
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It's a good thing you're pretty. [ Because he sure as hell wasn't smart. ] Put the scoop down, sailor boy, the only flavor I want is you.
[ He licks his lips, parting his unbuttoned shirt just a little bit more. Maybe if Steve can get a better view of his abs he'll finally take the hint. ]
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God, you're a real asshole, you know that? You think I don't get enough shit from literally everyone else we went to school with to put up with it from you too?
[ He isn't yelling, but he's leaning back across the counter waving his scoop under Billy's nose like the guy hasn't just-- didn't just--
His brain fills him in on the rest of what it'd heard. Mid rant, he frowns, forehead wrinkling because maybe he's the one going insane. ] Wait, what?
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He wasn't used to relationships where the other person was the one causing the grief. ] Do you think I call every guy pretty?
[ Maybe Steve thought everyone from California just talked like that, all loose and flirty with whoever they want. Steve would be wrong. There was only one prettyboy in Billy's life right now, and dammit, how much more motivation did he need to drag him to the back and kiss him already? ]
If I'm loitering, you can always escort me off the premises. [ He winks. Escort him through the back. Where no one else is. And they can make out. ]
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Where anyone could walk in at any time.
In emergencies, Steve can be a quick thinker.
He points to the door to the back.] You get in there right now and you are going to tell me what the fuck is going on.
[ He's reaching for the Back in five sign from over the counter. ]
I swear to christ if Tommy put you up to this I'll lock your dumb ass in the deep freeze and leave you there overnight.
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He waits until they're in the back room and the door is closed to say anything else. Billy doesn't want to be exposed, either, but he's a little more reckless than Steve and willing to take a gamble. Besides, he doubts he would've convinced Steve to let him into the back room any other way.
He steps closer to Steve, close enough that their lips are only a few inches apart. It'd seem confrontational if it weren't for the come-hither look in his half-lidded eyes. ]
Would you believe me if I said the tipping point was that stupid uniform? [ It was probably the worst thing Steve had ever worn, and yet....something about those cute shorts and the way his top was cut short enough to expose his tummy whenever he lifted his arms was driving Billy nuts. Nuts enough to kiss him. ]
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Yeah, so this uniform is the lamest thing ever created. [ And thank god his mouth can go on autopilot while Steve just:
And then the light dawns in his eyes. Like you can literally see the moment he goes from WTF to Billy wants a piece of this.]
What, so your taste is dudes in sailor outfits?
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So the fact that Billy saw Steve in that awful, tacky getup and his mind still wandered to how cute he was in those shorts? Well, it just sealed the deal: he likes Steve. He like likes Steve and it's not going away. ]
And I still can't stop looking at you.
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And honestly? After a summer of being turned down by literally every teenage girl to walk through the shop doors, Steve can't say he isn't on board.]
God, Hargrove. That's pretty depressing.
[ He's trying for disaffected flirting, but Steve really isn't capable of being subtle either. Is that tanned skin going to feel as warm as it looks? God, it's just right there where he could reach out and touch it ]
So what, you think I should take pity on you? Put you out of your misery?
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I think you should shut up and kiss me already.
[ He puffs out his chest, pulling back the edges of his shirt to expose even more of it. Hopefully Steve at least gets that hint: if you kiss him, you can touch his chest, too. ]
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God, your manners, Hargrove. What's the magic word?
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[ Is Steve really expecting him to say please? He's never going to say it. Nope. Not ever. Billy Hargrove and good manners do not mix.
If Steve's going to be a tease, Billy's just going to go for it, leaning in to kiss him a bit rougher this time. If Harrington parts his lips, Billy will gladly shove his tongue right in. ]
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Billy's tongue comes pushing and and Steve... fine he's going to allow it but he hooks a hand in the back of Billy's jeans to pull him closer, getting his other hand curled up in that dumb mullet.
If that tongue gets too pushy, Steve's going to pull on his hair. Fair's fair. ]
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Think you'll get a 'you rule' point for this? [ He pulls away for only a moment before dipping back down to kiss him on the neck, right above the collar of his stupid sailor outfit.
Oh yeah, he's seen the tally board, and just how many failures Steve's had when it comes to flirting. ]
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we can-- we can just sit around and wait for Robin to get back.
[ His attempt to be unaffected by this is undermined as he lifts his chin to give Billy better access to his neck, pulling Billy more firmly against him until his back hits the wall. ]
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He can't help but smile as he kisses Steve's neck, biting and sucking small bruises into his pale skin. Why did it take him so long to go for this? ]
I'm the one who's winning here, anyway. [ Because he's the one who gets to kiss King Steve. That's still the Steve he sees, even with that dorky sailor outfit. ]
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[ Too late Steve remembers this uniform is going to leave him with no way to hide any kind of hickey, but fuck it feels too good and probably no one will notice. Just like no one will notice the scratches his fingernails are making in the small of Billy's back.
Yeah, definitely no one will notice.
But to be safe he pulls at Billy's hair to drag their mouths back together again. God, fuck Billy Hargrove's mouth.]
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[ He just blows his whistle at kids who are running or trying to bring food into the pool, but saying it like that doesn't make him feel as important as he wants to feel.
He returns the kiss, clumsily shoving his tongue into Steve's mouth and swirling it around. Fuck, he has waited so long to be able to do that, he's not even giving Steve a chance to breathe as he goes at him. ]