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Steve had finally started to feel comfortable in his job at the silly ice cream shop. Scoops Ahoy was a fine enough summer job but he couldn’t shake the feeling of shame that he looked so… Dumb. He’d over heard a few people in passing say he looked “queer” in the sailor uniform. He tried to ignore the twinge of something complex that twisted in his stomach at those sorts of remarks.
Billy comes up as Steve is zoned out in his work mode of going through the motions. He was in such a state of auto-pilot he barely caught Billy taunting him, laughing, he hadn’t caught what he initially said, only the smug face giggling brought him to.
Rolling his eyes, Steve asked with his patience already thin. “What do you want Billy?”
Billy chomped on his gum as he retorted. “I’d like to taste one of everything.”
Keeping the cocky tone, though Steve’s lack of response on his comment he had meant to hurt him with and apparently missed the landing, did upset him a bit. Not that he’d ever let that show.
“No.” Steve said plainly.
“Mmm.. then I’d like to speak with your manager.” Billy smiles brightly at him.
“Yeah?” Steve asks with a put on cheerful, customer service styled voice
“Yeah.” Billy says back, having too much fun at causing Steve to descend further into madness at his hell hole of a job.
“Alright…” Steve had enough of Billy bugging him all school year, this was not going to be a thing. He was done.
“Right this way,” He knew somewhat, what he was going to do to ensure to put an end to this, once and for all.
He opened the door to the work lounge area.
“Robin, get out.” He spits out barely giving her his attention, blind with his rage. She jumps up, partly from the abrupt nature but leant into it, making her way to switch work positions with him “Oh—Okay, jeez wha-“
She turns, rounding the corner of the table, looking to the door and sees Billy. She tries to hide her eyes bugging out, as cooly as possible, turns a quirked eyebrow, questioning face to Steve.
Moving to the doorway, insistent in her silent ‘what the hell?’ written all over her face to be answered. He doesn't, he just keeps on at Billy with his false customer service persona fully on.
“Yeah, come on back here—come on! Right this way!” Steve says, overly cheerful in a sort of psycho killer way.
Billy bit down, jaw going jagged. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking dog.”
Steve retorted, cool and calmly. “Then stop acting like a fucking… bitch.” He ended as Billy neared, Steve craned his neck a bit into his space.
Robin shakes her head to herself as she skates by, going to man the front.
Billy follows Steves lead, walking into the middle of the room to stand behind him waiting for him to close the door in anticipation.
Billy, always provoking, asks, testing, “Alright, whatya think you’re gonna do to me hu, tough guy?”
Steve turned around in one swooping movement, ramming him backwards onto the counter top across the way. Billy stays seated in Steve’s clutch, not even trying to over power him, giggled maniacally in surprise.
“Wow…” he looked him over, tauntingly adding, “that all ya got? Come on Harrington, I know you got more in ya, I can see it. I know you're just like me underneath it all… go ahead… hit me,” Billy poked his chest, “Fucking... hit me.”
Steve got right back in his face. “Look, of course you’re not the only one with a fucked up family and anger issues, it’s just, most people have the decency not to take it out on everyone else.” Steve’s panting in attempting to hold back and slowly feeling his grip slipping looking his face over. Cause despite what he just said he’s grown to appreciate the carthartic nature of this thing between them and him giving him the chance to lay the first hit felt tempting to say the least.
Billy looks at him, smiling, seemingly fed off seeing this side of Steve, even if it were still tamed.
“Yeah, but it feels good, doesn’t it?” Billy whispers leaning in closer with a twisted smirk. Steve stills.
“What?” Steve asks in that ‘what the hell did you just ask me?’ tone. Hoping he’d know what was good for him and drop this route he had turned things down. He hated when Billy got a little weird with his style of bullying... it made him feel on edge. Gave him a similar knot in the pit of his stomach as those passing remarks of customers.
Billy laughs, bearing his teeth, leans into his ear. “I said… feels good? I mean… doesn’t it?.. Not being a fucking coward. Letting yourself feel that anger and doing something about it instead of being a fuckin pussy about it...”
Before he realized what he did, Steve, in the heat of the other challenging him, then comes into his space in such a way that he.. just.. sort of.. headbutts Billy. An ‘in the moment' thing he never would have done if not provoked through all the times Billy had egged him on bringing him here, to him being just.. so annoyed and done with taking shit without biting back, especially from him.
Billy, genuinely surprised, smiled letting a stream of blood from his nose drip over his lips and onto his teeth. All too pleased with himself and the outcome (oddly enough) he only says. “Damn… some fight left in you after all Harrington.”
He bit his lip, confusing Steve further as he easily sucked blood from it, then displayed it to Steve on the tip of his tongue. He came back into Steve’s space, grabbing him by his handkerchief whispering, with the mouth full of it. “You wanna taste your work?”
Steve’s face showed the shock he felt. “What?“ He pushed back a bit but Billy only pulled him in harder. One hand on his waist now, the other still fisting the tie around his neck.
He pulled him to right before his mouth and repeated, with heavy lids. “I said.. Do you.. wanna. Taste. Your. Work?”
Licking his tongue over the split inner bit of his lower lip again, then inched his way into Steve’s space, questioningly. Steve allowed it, Billy licked into his mouth. Biting the others bottom lip, hand on his waist going to his hip. The other that was tugging on his handkerchief, releasing its hold to glide across the side of his face to fist his hair, causing him to moan into his mouth. Steve, surprisingly receptive, licked at Billy’s split lip, nibbling and sucking. Billy moaned back into his mouth, startling Steve out of the kiss.
He pulled from him, shaken back to reality
“What the fuck was that?” Steve asked, confusion resurfacing.
“A kiss, dingus.” Billy chuckles.
“No I me—I mean the noise. Did you just—”
“Moan? Yeah.”
“But you’re… you. You don’t seem like the type of guy who—”
“You don’t know me Harrington, and yeah I moan. I won’t be ashamed of how my body responds or try to stifle it.”
“Stifle?...” Steve’s brows furrowed ‘who are you?’ he thinks to himself looking him over.
Billy rolled his eyes adding to the surprise factor he defines the word “Stifle, to restrain (a reaction) or stop oneself acting on (an emotion).” He looked the other over, then added. “Like I said Harrington… you don’t know me. But, ugh—maybe we could learn what other noises you can make me make.”
He says, hand in Steve's hair pulling him in once more as they start being roped back into the high like haze. Tounges exploring the others mouth, then Billy, the disgusting little fucker, starts sucking on Steve’s each time he licks into his mouth, chasing after him.
Steve never had someone so filthy, it’s making him feel on fire.
Billy, sucking on his tongue, moves his leg between Steve’s, feeling how hard he was. Steve chose to relax with that knowing into Billy’s thigh, straddling it. Finding a rhythm, matching his sucking.
“Fuck.” Steve says when Billy pulls away.
“Yeah, it's good, just doing what you want, huh?” Billy spoke tantalizingly.
“Yeah, fuck it—it kinda is.” Steve said genuinely responding.
“You like the taste of my blood?” Billy tests him, pulling him deeper into his disturbed ways.
“I—I” Steve blushed, embarrassed, before he swallows that fear and he whispers. “Yeah.. I do”
“Cause you caused that, your anger caused that. Felt good too, didn't it?” Billy adds
“Yeah. It really… really did.” Steve says breathless.
“Feels good, taking that power back, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Steve retorted, sounding overcome with lustful desire at Billy feeding him in this way.
“Harrington… you sound hungry for more.” Toned in a question but rhetorical, Billy quirked his brow but knew full well what drenched Steve as he only swallowed back, nodding in answer.
“What ya gonna do?” Billy asks him.
“Ugh—ugh.. not me, you.” Steve responds, voice taking a growling huskiness to it.
Billy chuckles, looking up at him through his lashes. “Okay then, what do you want me to do?”
Steve pushes on Billy’s shoulders, forcing him down.
“You're gonna get down on your knees for me, where you belong.” Steve says unabashed but still showing bright cheeks against his pale olive skin.
Billy’s knees buckled at that causing him to thud down, all too eagerly. Holding at Steve by his hips, hands spreading, attempting to cover as much of him as he can hold on each side. He held onto him tight, like he was somehow rescuing a part of him. Then, even hugging him to him. Steve pries him off him.
“No, you’ve never been gentle with me... it’s not gonna be like that.”
Billy looks up at Steve as Steve unbuckles his shorts and lets them fall. He's so hard in his tighty whities that he’s got a wet spot on them.
Billy hungerly launches himself forward, mouth lapping at the head beneath the fabric.
“Fuuuck, Billy.” Steve says, surprised at how that went.
Billy’s shoving the others underwear down, releasing his hard cock straight into his mouth as he moans around it. Taking it all the way in, he holds Steve by his ass as he begins bobbing, fast, tight and deep over and over. Obscenely, making noises Steve never heard so aggressively made. Billy, buries his cock so deep in his throat he shakes around it, stimulating it differently as he just keeps choking himself on it, seemingly, taking literally as much as he can bare.
Steve choked back actual moans of ecstasy. Growling, heaving breaths out, his only option for relief in this environment. He thought he would cum cross eyed at this rate, and any minute.
“Christ! You—you’re unbelievable, Hargrove! Fuck!” Steve suddenly found that appetite for power resurfacing. Seeing how easily he fell to his will like this.
Steve grabs fist fulls of his long hair and starts to fuck his mouth, hard, as he pulls his hair rough enough to make him whimper around him.
“Fuuuck, you really are a good little cock slut for me, aren’t you? Huh?” Billy ruts his hips up in his tight jeans as he moans around him, throat being abused just like how he wanted.
“Look at me.” Steve, breathlessly demands.
Billy obeys, eyes tearing, mouth going red and raw but still just as perfectly ‘o’d for him.
“Fuck… you’re so good.” Billy looks affected by the praise a great deal. Eyebrows dancing as a moan is hummed around his cock and his hips writhe in the tightness of his jeans again.
“Yeah, my good little cock whore, hmm?” Steve cooes.
Billy gives a little nod, despite it pulling at his hair even harder than it already was in Steve's unforgiving grip. His throat tightens attempting to moan a ‘mmm’ in response but the sharp pain of the pull of hair causes another, more gravely, deeper, primal sort of moan, to vibrate around Steve's cock.
“Ughhh, damn it!” Steve pants. “Huu, wish they could all see you like this—fuck!” He was actually out of breath between words now. “Needy little fucking faggot on his knees for me.”
Billy sounded and looked like he just cam hard in his pants with that line. “Ugh, fuuuck” Steve says so close off of just his reaction to his words alone. “What would they say? Huh? If they knew you loved getting on your knees like this, this much, for me, huh?” He picks up a relentless pace. “Fuck, fuck, you—you—you’re mine! My filthy little fuckin faggot cock whore, to use whenever I want, from now on. You got that! Unless you want to see what they’d say.” Then he’s pulling back to cum hot and fast on his mouth as Billy tongues the head.
Billy just sits there, mouth drenched in drool and raw from the relentless fucking, tongue out all open for it. He sucks at the tip and swallows it up. His eyes closing from the intensity of it all, feeling faint, rolling his hips in pleasure as it rolls through him.
“Fuck yeah, swallow it all down like a good boy.” He moans in response of him sucking at the head like it was the best damn popsicle of his life.
Long lashes fluttering as he shamelessly locks their eyes once more, breath heavy. Steve’s moaning, sighing, trying to catch his breath till he stops spurting streams onto Billy's wanting tongue.
Billy only looks up at him, wiping his mouth clean a bit with the back of his hand. Then, standing, he pulls him in again, kissing him. Steve melts into it making the softest moans. Sucking on his tongue with the knowing taste of himself on it drawing a frenzied high from him once more.
Billy ends up chuckling shortly after, parting from the kiss saying. “Seems like you’re quiet the ‘little faggot’ too with how much you sound like you’re enjoying your own taste on my tongue there, pretty boy.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Steve says, all smiling, no bite.
“Why don’t you make me.” Billy says, teasing as ever, smirking and laying another kiss softly on his lips.