What, with limp hair and a beer gut bigger than Hopper's? Listening to shitty music that went out of taste twenty years ago?
[ It's weird, how something that Steve would find totally unappealing on anyone else would be okay on Billy. Steve's into attractive people. He's realised it's kind of shallow of him, but he likes likes what he likes, right?
But if he's pretty sure he'd still be into Billy even when he wasn't young and hot--
Steve realises he's trailed off without answering his own question.] I'd still be into you, I guess. [ It feels like a lot to admit. ]
God, don't even say that. [ He smiles a little. Billy always imagined himself as the sort of guy who'd be cool until the day he died, like a celebrity. He'd always be hot and fit and have great hair.
If he decided to slow down a little and stop pumping iron for hours on end, or if his hair got thinner, or if everything he was just wasn't cool in the future...if Steve was still into him, he'd be alright with that.
Damn, Billy thought, I love him.
He wasn't sure why it this, of all things, that made him realize that. They've faced death and grief and actual monsters together, but it's the thought of him in his forties with a limp mullet and a beer in one hand and Steve still looking at him like he's every bit as handsome as he was right now that makes him really sure. ]
Yeah, but I'm going to be totally hot when I'm fifty. [ Steve grins against Billy's jawline, trying to hide the flush that's appearing. ] Think like Mayor Kline, but hotter.
Let me live, Hargrove. [ He's still flushed, still pleased that apparently Billy's going to like him when he's old too. But now he's flushed and a little embarrassed. ] He's a good looking guy, okay?
If you say so. [ Billy notices the flush, and runs his fingers down Steve's cheek. ] Maybe we'd both be hot at that age and everyone would be jealous of us for another few decades at least.
[ Except it's 100% true and watching Billy lift heavy things is a really good way to spend an afternoon.
Steve reaches down and gets a hand under Billy's shirt. Maybe it's an attempt at distraction, maybe he just really wants to pull it up and get his hands on Billy properly. Por que no los dos?? ]
Keep going? [ He smiles, pressing his mouth against Billy's neck.
Like there's a chance he's going to stop if they're they've got even ten minutes alone. But they've got more time than that so Steve doesn't hurry.
Billy runs hotter than he does, and down here under a whole fucking ocean it's nice to remember that there's places in the world that aren't cold and damp. Steve lets his touch wander and linger, thinking of that beach in Billy's memory, of sun and warmth and everything that this place isn't. ]
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[ It's weird, how something that Steve would find totally unappealing on anyone else would be okay on Billy. Steve's into attractive people. He's realised it's kind of shallow of him, but he likes likes what he likes, right?
But if he's pretty sure he'd still be into Billy even when he wasn't young and hot--
Steve realises he's trailed off without answering his own question.] I'd still be into you, I guess. [ It feels like a lot to admit. ]
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If he decided to slow down a little and stop pumping iron for hours on end, or if his hair got thinner, or if everything he was just wasn't cool in the future...if Steve was still into him, he'd be alright with that.
Damn, Billy thought, I love him.
He wasn't sure why it this, of all things, that made him realize that. They've faced death and grief and actual monsters together, but it's the thought of him in his forties with a limp mullet and a beer in one hand and Steve still looking at him like he's every bit as handsome as he was right now that makes him really sure. ]
I'd still be into you, too.
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I'll make sure you do your reps every day. No reps, no beer.
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[ Yeah, Steve, he's seen you staring at him when he's all pumped up and sweaty. ]
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[ Except it's 100% true and watching Billy lift heavy things is a really good way to spend an afternoon.
Steve reaches down and gets a hand under Billy's shirt. Maybe it's an attempt at distraction, maybe he just really wants to pull it up and get his hands on Billy properly. Por que no los dos?? ]
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Yeah...keep going. [ Was there anything better than having Steve's fingers trailing along his bare chest? Right now, he didn't think so. ]
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Like there's a chance he's going to stop if they're they've got even ten minutes alone. But they've got more time than that so Steve doesn't hurry.
Billy runs hotter than he does, and down here under a whole fucking ocean it's nice to remember that there's places in the world that aren't cold and damp. Steve lets his touch wander and linger, thinking of that beach in Billy's memory, of sun and warmth and everything that this place isn't. ]