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He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)

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Steve learns quickly that Billy has no shame. Why would he? On top of the blond hair, blue eyes, and tan skin, he’s got the kind of body that would put Michelangelo to shame. The David never had any piercings or tattoos, Steve reminds himself. Or half-open shirts, or skin-tight jeans, or leather jackets, or indeed a man bun to end all man buns. 

But that isn’t what drives Steve crazy. 

See, it isn’t just that Billy’s attractive. Hell, it isn’t even that Billy clearly knows he’s attractive. It’s that he’s got a libido that would make a porn star blush. 

From the moment they met, Steve learned straight away that Billy was not shy. Granted, they were in high school at the time and who wasn’t a reckless teenager at some point in their lives? Certainly not Billy “I’m-from-Cali-so-fuck-the-world” Hargrove. Then graduation happened and they just had to end up in the same room in the same university. What are the fucking odds? Steve was willing to grin and bear living with Billy. The constant innuendos he’d come to know when they were in school together. The casual nudity is new, though, but with a body like that, who wouldn’t nonchalantly walk through his apartment in his birthday suit? When you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? 

Then Tommy comes along. 

Steve finds out Tommy the hard way. It’s morning and he’s making breakfast because the bastard in the other room is either too lazy or too hungover to make one himself. 

“Billy?” he calls. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Okay, don’t get too excited.”

Billy doesn’t come out of the door. He only grunts and groans and curses to the point that Steve worries if he’s hurt himself. He does hear a cry of pain at some point. 

“Billy, are you okay?”

“Fuck yeah!”

He doesn’t sound okay, no matter how hard he tries to. Steve can’t take it anymore and knocks on Billy’s door.

“I’m serious, man, what is going on in there?”

No answer. Just another moan. Steve doesn’t realize his mistake until he opens the door.

“Billy, wha–Jesus!”

Laid down on the bed before him is not only a naked Billy but a naked Tommy laying spread-eagled on his stomach with Billy balls deep in his ass. The momentary look of bliss on both their faces suddenly vanish as soon as they see Steve. Oddly enough, neither of them scramble for cover. Instead, Billy turns to Steve, still inside of Tommy and tells him: “Either get in or fuck off, Harrington!”

Steve chooses the latter category, but only moments before he realizes that Tommy’s wrists and ankles are cuffed to the bed and Billy has something in his hand that looks like a cat o’ nine tails.

The following breakfast is awkward. Tommy leaves Billy with his phone number, which will never be used. They continue breakfast in silence as if nothing has happened.

“So,” Steve slowly begins. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“You know, about the fact that you’re…well…”

“That I’m what? Tall? Rugged? Handsome?”

Annoying is on the tip of his tongue. “Gay.”

Billy chuckles. Honest to God, chuckles. “Y’know, I always forget about that one.”

Okay, so Billy’s gay. Cool.

Billy is also a Dom. Interesting.