Are you into the concept of a threesome without the inconvenience of trying to fit three people into a bed? Well, you're in luck, because here we have two minds for the price of one body! One of them's a complete monster and the other one's the Mind Flayer. The bad news is that neither of them are willing to get a haircut, but if you can look beyond the mullet you're in for a truly wild night.
I've seen-- [ The words I've seen your dick and it's nowhere near the best part of you are on the verge of leaving Steve's mouth.
But his head is spinning and there's no time to talk about Billy or his dick while nausea and vertigo fight for which of them are going to take Steve out now he's on his feet. He wavers until he can get his hand on the wall. ]
Fuck.
[ But he's okay, it's okay. He'd be more stable if he wasn't also trying to keep his phone steady so he can keep talking to Billy. ]
How do you-- manage to get anything one with that huge ego?
[ The problem is that Steve can't seen where is phone went in all the mess. He can hear Billy, at least. ]
Yeah. Glad I'm not on that team. [ The paranoia hasn't set in yet, and Steve hasn't realised his bruises are coming from small bumps. So far rabbit team is great. ]
Yeah, thanks. That's 80 percent of my room... I should tidy sometime.
[ But he's got an idea of where Billy is now. There's some rustling, and here's his face, frowning down at the screen.
Until he realises it is his phone and his whole expression lights up like finding your phone in your messy room is some kind of accomplishment.] There you are.
[ There's something about the way Steve's face lights up like that that makes Billy nearly blush. He knows that he's happy to find his phone, but it almost feels like he's happy to see him. ]
Uh, if I don't get some sleep now I'm gonna pass out on this call and you're gonna have to listen to me snore again.
[ God he's trying so hard to get out of this call and Steve is just not letting him know. Does he know that he's the one making Billy feel awkward for once?
Okay, he can return fire. ] Alright, if you love looking at my face so much I won't deprive you. [ He winks. ]
[ Steve has been talking to Billy forever. They went to the sewers and that was a bad time, then they had some drinks. Then Steve got more drunk and felt like shit. Then he called Billy and now feels less like shit. Now he's in bed and feels kind of okay and really is ready to actually pass out.
And he's still calling Billy because he's still drunk. It all makes sense when you look at it like that.
Billy winks and he wrinkles his nose. ] Don't do me any favours.
[ For a few seconds Steve turns his face so it's fully pressed against the pillow and resists the urge just to groan at how fucked up his life is. Right now he's drunk and Billy is really fucking hot and that isn't new information but he's being really hot like right there and his eyes are pretty and Steve is an idiot ]
You keep your favors, I keep my apologies. We're square.
[ Billy's making his way up to his bedroom, too. It's not exactly clean but at least the clothes are piled up in one spot instead of scattered around everywhere. He flops down on his bed and smirks. ]
God, I haven't had a sleepover party since I was like, seven years old. [ They're chatting, and about to go to sleep, so this counts as one. ]
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And steve is definitely going to fall asleep on the bathroom floor, this is fine ]
You gonna terrorize the girls here with your dick? Some of them'll beat the shit out of you.
[ there's a nice thought. ]
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[ Because obviously, that requires a lot of emotional attachment. ] Get off the floor, idiot.
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[ He's thinking about moving okay, mom. give him a moment. ]
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[ And they'll frame it, probably. It's a special gift. ]
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You are so full of shit, Hargrove. No way your dick's that special.
[ Also look, mom, he's moving. Getting unsteadily up on his feet with all the grace of a baby giraffe ]
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[ Call him pretty while talking about your dick, that doesn't send confusing messages at all. ]
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But his head is spinning and there's no time to talk about Billy or his dick while nausea and vertigo fight for which of them are going to take Steve out now he's on his feet. He wavers until he can get his hand on the wall. ]
Fuck.
[ But he's okay, it's okay. He'd be more stable if he wasn't also trying to keep his phone steady so he can keep talking to Billy. ]
How do you-- manage to get anything one with that huge ego?
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[ No, Billy, it's your huge ego. ] I s'pose I am a bit cocky.
[ Ha, a dick joke, get it? ]
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"A bit"??
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[ But he's proud of that. The smug smile on his face says as much. ]
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[ There's something infectious about that smile. Steve can't hold his own back.
Until he bumps his shoulder in the doorframe and drops the phone somewhere on the floor in a pile of clothes. Steve's room in a mess.]
Shit.
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[ He can't help but think that he wouldn't mind curling up in that big pile of clothes and falling asleep, though.
He yawns. ] This bear shit's got me tired as fuck. I gotta sleep.
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Yeah. Glad I'm not on that team. [ The paranoia hasn't set in yet, and Steve hasn't realised his bruises are coming from small bumps. So far rabbit team is great. ]
Hey, keep talking. Where are you?
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[ He doesn't realize Steve is looking for his phone. ]
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[ He is too drunk and tired for this searching nonsense. ]
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[ Clothes that still look awfully comfortable. ]
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[ But he's got an idea of where Billy is now. There's some rustling, and here's his face, frowning down at the screen.
Until he realises it is his phone and his whole expression lights up like finding your phone in your messy room is some kind of accomplishment.] There you are.
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Uh, if I don't get some sleep now I'm gonna pass out on this call and you're gonna have to listen to me snore again.
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Then there's a flurry of motion as Steve drags himself off the floor and onto his bed. ]
It's a call. I'll just hang up on you, dumbass.
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Okay, he can return fire. ] Alright, if you love looking at my face so much I won't deprive you. [ He winks. ]
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And he's still calling Billy because he's still drunk. It all makes sense when you look at it like that.
Billy winks and he wrinkles his nose. ] Don't do me any favours.
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It's not flirting if he's teasing. It's not flirting if he's teasing. It's not flirting if he's teasing!! ]
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You keep your favors, I keep my apologies. We're square.
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[ Billy's making his way up to his bedroom, too. It's not exactly clean but at least the clothes are piled up in one spot instead of scattered around everywhere. He flops down on his bed and smirks. ]
God, I haven't had a sleepover party since I was like, seven years old. [ They're chatting, and about to go to sleep, so this counts as one. ]
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And keeps wrinkling as he yawns.]
Not allowed beer at sleepover. Anyway, you aren't sleeping over.
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