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Ever since Argyle had moved to Hawkins, Billy had changed. At least in Steve’s eyes. And it wasn’t a change he was complaining about, far from it. He was calmer now, he smiled and laughed more genuinely, even his posture seemed more relaxed. Steve had initially chalked this up to the heady floral scent that always followed Argyle around, but now he wondered if it was just because Argyle was Billy’s childhood friend.
He now had someone around that knew about his past, about everything he had gone through, someone he didn’t have to perform for. Steve only knew bits and pieces of what had happened to Billy in his home over the years, but he knew that a large part of the reason why Neil Hargrove was now in prison was to do with Billy and the bruises he used to come to school with.
Steve had almost actively not sought out the details. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know, or that he didn’t care, but he didn’t really want to have to look back over their high school time together and reckon with the fact that the boy he’d just brushed off as a loud asshole might have instead been a desperate, hurting boy who was screaming out for someone to help him.
Because if that was true then Steve had done what everyone else had done and simply turned his back on him.
Not that it mattered anymore really. After they’d graduated Steve didn’t see Billy more than a few times a month, and he’d tried to ignore why that bothered him so much. So, when Billy came into Scoops with Argyle, laughing loudly and easily, his arm slung over the taller man's shoulder, Steve had pushed down the feeling that he still refused to think of as jealousy and served them like they were any other customers.
That didn’t stop him from watching them though, hand resting on his chin as they sat down at a booth near the back of the store. He watched as they shared ice cream, smearing the cold treat over each other's faces with chuckles and shoves. It wasn’t until Argyle caught his eye and smirked at him that Steve moved. Feeling his face flush, he busied himself with cleaning the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes burning into his skull.
He glanced up sometime later and either he’d just timed it well or Argyle had been waiting for him, because the second Steve looked over to their corner, Argyle took hold of Billy’s chin, squeezing his cheeks and startling a gasp out of him. Steve watched as Billy’s eyes turned glassy, his mouth dropping open slightly as he stared intently up at Argyle’s face.
“Open up puddle.” Argyle said, his voice quiet enough that Steve almost missed it. He didn’t miss the way Argyle slipped an ice cream covered finger past Billy’s lips though, nor the whine that Billy let out when Argyle said, “good boy.”
Thankfully Robin came back from her lunch soon after and Steve was able to excuse himself to go and freak out in private in the back room.
“What the fuck?” Steve asked, head in his hands as he stared down at the floor. “What the fuck was that?”
It was possible that Billy and Argyle were just close enough that they did things like this. He was pretty sure he remembered Jon telling him that Argyle and Billy had known each other since they were five, so they were probably just touchy with each other. But Steve had also heard Chrissy call Eddie a ‘good boy’ in that exact same tone and had hung out with the couple enough times to know exactly why she did that. And the noise that Billy had made in response to Argyle’s praise had been so involuntary and desperate that Steve had no doubt that this was a similar situation .
But why the hell had Argyle done that in public? Why had he waited until Steve was looking at him to feed Billy in such a sensual way?
“Steve.” Robin’s voice pulled him out of his little mental spiral, and he looked up to see her leaning through the sliding window. “That stoner guy left this for you.” She held up a folded square of paper between her fingers. “ You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I'm fine.” Steve said, standing and taking the paper. “Are they gone?”
“Yeah.” Robin raised an eyebrow, studying him intently. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Steve muttered as he unfolded the paper, his eyes widening as he read what was written on it.
“You sure about that? You look like you’ve just been given a court summons.”
Steve shook his head, he felt hot all over and kind of like his legs were turning to jelly. “Sorry I... can you cover for me for the rest of the day? I really need to go somewhere.” As soon as Robin nodded he was gone, flinging his sailor hat over the counter as he went.
He read the note again once he was in the safety of his car, his heart pounding in his ears like he’d just run a marathon. The sound of Billy’s pathetic little whine playing on a loop in his head.
Stevie boy!
You looked pretty interested in how my little puddle was acting today, and I'm not surprised, he’s delicious isn’t he? Billy’s been telling me about all the things he needs to ‘ apologise ’ to you for and I think it’s time for you to see how pretty he can be when he says sorry.
Argyle had written what Steve assumed was his address at the bottom of the paper. It was only a five-minute drive away and Steve found himself parking outside the apartment complex before he even realised he’d left the parking lot. He sat in his car for a further ten minutes, trying to gather the courage to leave and knock on the door. He wasn’t even sure what he was expecting, or what he wanted. It wasn’t like Argyle’s note had been explicit, but there had been something about the way he’d talked about Billy looking ‘pretty’ and ‘delicious’ that was sending his mind reeling.
“Okay.” He said to himself as he climbed out of the car, only remembering after he’d rung the bell at Argyle’s door that he was still wearing his work uniform.
“Steve?” It was Billy that opened the door, in a massive hoodie and a pair of board shorts that looked just a little too big on him. Billy looked over his shoulder briefly before returning his attention to Steve, brows furrowed in confusion. “Why are... how did you...?”
“Ah Steve, you made it.” Argyle crowed , his smile wide and friendly. “You gonna let him in puddle?”
Billy looked at him intently for another few seconds before stepping aside and gesturing Steve into the apartment. “Aggy what...” Billy followed Steve into the living room, hovering in the doorway almost like a lost puppy. “What’s going on?”
There was something about Billy being so caught off guard that was so endearing, that mixed with his oversized clothes that had to belong to Argyle was causing a word that Steve had never thought to apply to Billy before to run around in his head.
Cute.
Billy Hargrove was cute.
Sure Steve had always been aware that Billy was attractive, and he’d long ago accepted that he liked boys the same way he liked girls. But he’d never really looked at Billy that way before, had never allowed himself too. As far as he was concerned Billy hated him, so he was off limits.
So why was the other man now looking at him like he was nervous, picking at the sleeves of his hoodie almost shyly . This was nothing like the loud, almost aggressive Billy that he knew. Which further solidified in Steve’s mind that Argyle had done something to help Billy change for the better.
“Well, after all the talking you were doing these last few weeks about how you acted in high school, especially to our friend here. I figured I'd give you a chance to apologise properly. Like a good boy.” Argyle replied, and again there was something about the way he said ‘good boy’ that made Steve shiver.
Billy clearly felt similar as his face was gradually turning a very pretty shade of pink. “I...” His hands flexed at his sides, and he rubbed the sole of one socked foot over the top of the other.
Before Billy could finish his sentence Steve felt a large, strong hand land on his shoulder and startled before he could stop himself.
“And if you don’t, because I know you struggle with that, don’t you baby? I figured I'd show Stevie boy here the best way to get you to apologise . So that if he wants it, he can get that hard won sorry out of you himself.” A noise that Steve could only describe as a whine left Billy’s lips and his knees very visibly shook . “Come here, puddle.”
Billy did as he was asked without question, gazing up at Argyle like he was the only person in the room, like he trusted him implicitly. Steve took a step to the side to give them space, feeling like he was intruding on something personal as he watched as Argyle squeezed gently at the back of Billy’s neck.
“Good?” Argyle asked, ducking his head slightly as he peered into Billy’s eyes. He smiled when Billy nodded and returned his attention to Steve. “So, how about it Stevie? Wanna learn how to make Billy boy behave?”
“I... sure?” Steve replied, still not sure where this was heading but becoming increasingly convinced that Argyle was inviting him into whatever he and Billy had going on. Whatever he expected to happen next, it wasn’t anything close to what actually happened .
Argyle suddenly wrapped his hand around the front of Billy’s throat and kicked his legs out from under him. Billy went to the ground easily and almost gently , like he’d been expecting it, but his eyes were still wide and surprised as he was laid on his back.
“Ag...”
“Take a seat, Steve.” Argyle said calmly, tightening his grip on Billy’s throat until he gasped and arched against his hold. He waited until Steve did as he was told, perching on the edge of the sofa, before reaching under the coffee table and retrieving a pump bottle of something. “Watch and learn.” He continued, like he was just showing Steve a party trick or something, instead of pumping what Steve realised was lube onto his hand. “This is the best way to calm my baby down, make him all plaint and willing to say he’s sorry.” He slipped his hand into the front of Billy’s shorts, still pinning the other man to the floor by the throat as he did so.
Steve swallowed around his suddenly dry mouth as Billy moaned, clutching at Argyle’s arm but making no attempt to break free of his hold. Instead, he writhed and whined on the floor as Argyle touched him, eyelashes fluttering an d skin flushing, the prettiest noises falling from his lips.
“Wanna see?” Argyle asked, confusing Steve for a second before he jerked his chin towards where his hand was moving beneath the material of Billy’s shorts. “Why not take his shorts off? He’s even more beautiful up close.”
Steve slid to the floor almost in a daze, unsure why he wasn’t freaking out a little more about what was happening. When he’d woken up this morning, he’d never have guessed that he’d end the day watching Billy being pleasured by his boyfriend. Or that Billy’s boyfriend would be inviting him to help. He grasped the waistband of Billy’s shorts, working them down his legs before tossing them over his shoulder. He gasped at the sight before him, he’d assumed that Argyle was stroking Billy’s cock and had simply used the lube to slick his way.
Instead Argyle currently had three fingers buried in Billy’s asshole, pumping in and out slowly, spreading him apart every time he thrust. Argyle hauled Billy more upright using the grip he still had on his throat, until he was sprawled in his lap. “See, isn’t he gorgeous?” Argyle asked, that same smirk that Steve had seen in Scoops gracing his features.
Steve nodded wordlessly, unsure what to say as Billy continued to moan and gasp in Argyle’s arms. “He... you are Billy, you really are.”
Billy let out a cry, arching and throwing his head back as his cock jerked and he painted his hoodie with his cum. He slumped, completely boneless against Argyle’s chest, his whines turning to whimpers as Argyle continued to fuck him with his fingers.
“Good boy.” Argyle praised, pressing a kiss to Billy’s hair before returning his attention to Steve. “Billy is sorry for how he acted when you were in school together Steve.” He said, releasing his grip on Billy’s throat, only to press two of those fingers past Billy’s lips.
Steve almost missed what Argyle was saying, enraptured by the sight of Billy suckling deliriously on Argyle’s long fingers. “I... I'm not like, mad or anything Billy. It was like two years ago.”
Billy whined but it was Argyle that responded for him. “That’s good, because he really didn’t mean anything by it.” Argyle kissed Billy again, a loving smile on his face. “ It’s just that brats like puddle here don’t know how else to get someone’s attention. You only know how to show you like someone by being naughty, don’t you baby?”
“Fuck.” Steve breathed as Billy nodded, his lashes now clumped together as he sobbed around the fingers in his mouth. He’d been on the verge of full-on arousal since this had started but there was something about the way Billy looked in that moment that pushed him right to the edge and he pressed his hands to his crotch in a vain attempt to hide his boner.
“Here.” Argyle said, pulling his fingers free from Billy’s hole, grabbing the bottle of lube and tossing it to Steve, who caught it almost on autopilot. “I think, as baby is the reason you’re in this state, he should be the one to get you out of it.” Argyle hooked his hand under Billy’s thigh and lifted his leg, his stretched hole now on full display.
“You mean?” Steve looked from Billy to Argyle and back again. “Billy?” He asked quietly, wanting to double check with the only one of them that hadn’t really said a thing since this all started.
“How about it baby? You want Stevie to fuck you, don’t you? Argyle asked, slipping his fingers from Billy’s mouth and wrapping his hand around his throat again, much more lightly this time, like he was simply grounding Billy with the pressure. “ That’s why you were such a little tease back in high school, right? Why you used to grind up on him and preen in the showers, because you wanted Stevie’s dick, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Please.” Billy begged, clutching at Argyle’s arms like he was the only thing keeping him present. “Steve... please.”
“Okay, okay.” Steve replied, fishing himself out of his shorts and stroking a copious amount of lube down his cock. He’d never actually fucked another man before, the closest he’d gotten was mutual jack off sessions with Tommy, but right then he wanted nothing more than to get inside Billy, to feel him clench around him, to make him moan the way Argyle had. He shuffled forward until he was knelt between Billy’s spread legs. “You want this baby?” He asked, teasing the head of his cock against Billy’s hole.
“Please.” Billy gasped. “Please Steve.” He broke off with a cry as Steve sunk inside of him, pressing back against Steve like he wanted to make sure he was as filled as he could be.
“Good boy, well done baby. Taking Stevie so well.” Argyle murmured, taking hold of Billy’s hands as he peppered kisses over his head. “Such a good boy.”
Steve nodded, unsure if he should join in with the praise or not but unable to stop himself. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned, beginning to roll his hips, digging his fingers into the dip of Billy’s waist.
“I’m sorry.” Billy whispered, squeezing at Argyle’s fingers, his eyes filled with tears as he stared intently at Steve. “Steve... I'm sorry.”
“Hey, hey.” Steve cooed, reaching out and cupping the side of Billy’s face. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” He realised as he said it that he really hadn’t held any animosity towards the other man, but he could see in Billy’s watery eyes that this was what he needed, and with the way Billy nuzzled into his hand and sobbed Steve knew it had been the right move. He leant forward and pulled Billy into a kiss, still chasing the delicious, tight heat between his legs.
Billy kissed back desperately, panting and moaning against his lips as Steve licked into his mouth. At some point Argyle had shifted from holding Billy and now Billy was back on the floor, arms wrapped around Steve’s shoulders as they continued to kiss.
“So good.” Argyle’s voice was calm and loving, and Steve felt a gentle hand in his hair. “Such good boys.”
Steve broke the kiss to look up at Argyle, feeling a shiver shoot down his spine when Argyle cupped his chin much the same way as he had to Billy back in Scoops. He licked his lips, briefly distracted from the beautiful boy writhing beneath him by the equally beautiful boy that was smiling at him. “I...”
“Billy really likes you.” Argyle said, smile widening when Billy let out a shout of pleasure almost immediately after. “And I'm more than happy for this to keep happening if you want. This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing if you don’t want it to be.”
Steve tightened his grip on Billy’s hips, tugging him back onto his cock as he rapidly approached his end. “I...” He glanced down, his heart swelling at the sight of Billy, chewing blearily at the sleeve of his hoodie, his face a mess of tears and sweat. He was pulled back up again by the grip Argyle still had on his chin.
“How about it, Stevie boy? You wanna help keep my baby good?” Argyle’s eyes were intense and Steve got the feeling that this was a very important question. One he’d rather answer when he wasn’t still actively fucking Billy, but he found himself nodding anyway. “Good boy.” Argyle husked, leaning forward and sealing their lips together.
Steve wasn’t sure if he was simply caught off guard, if the timing had just been right, or if the kiss was what got him there, but he found his orgasm slamming into him. He thrust home one more time, emptying inside Billy and feeling him clench down around him in response. He broke the kiss to see that Billy had come seconds after him and now lay shivering and spent on the floor.
Argyle pulled Billy back into his lap, raining praise and endearments down on him. “So good, such a good boy. Did Stevie take care of you baby?”
Billy nodded, wiggling almost uncomfortably in Argyle’s hold. “Enough Aggy, it wasn’t even a rough session.” Despite his words his voice was strained and exhausted, and the fight he was putting up looked like nothing more than an attempt to get more comfortable on Argyle’s lap.
“Doesn’t matter, aftercare is non-negotiable puddle, you know that.” Argyle responded, peeling the hoodie off of Billy, leaving him naked except for his socks, which was surprisingly adorable. “You too Stevie, you don’t have to strip down if you don’t want but that uniform doesn’t look the most comfortable.” Argyle said, pulling a blanket off the couch and wrapping Billy i n it.
Steve looked down at himself. “Oh, uh right.”
“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want?”
Steve nodded, taking his shirt off. “What about you?” He asked, flushing when Argyle raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “ Don’t you... after all that don’t you...”
“Ah.” Argyle smiled as realisation dawned, shaking his head. “ Don’t worry about me, Stevie. The reason baby was dressed in my clothes earlier is because I’ve already had my fun.”
“Aggy doesn’t like to fuck all that much.” Billy said, still wiggling in Argyle’s grip, scrunching his nose up in an adorable pout when Argyle chuckled and kissed his cheek.
“No, but I still keep you nice and sated, don’t I baby boy?” Argyle stood up, lifting Billy with him before depositing him on the sofa. “ Wh y not cuddle for a bit while I go and get you a change of clothes?”
Steve shucked the rest of his clothes before joining Billy on the sofa, huffing out a laugh when Billy instantly leant against him. He wrapped his arm around Billy’s blanket burrito, pulling him even closer. “Is this okay?” He asked quietly once they were alone. “You seemed a bit caught out when I turned up.”
“I didn’t expect this.” Billy admitted with a sigh before looking up at him. “But yeah, I'm okay with it.” Billy’s cheeks were pink and Steve got the feeling it wasn’t just a side effect of what they had done. “Aggy was right, I’ve liked you for ages I just... I can only like, say that shit out loud during stuff like this.”
“And you’re okay with this?” Steve asked once Argyle had returned, he extricated himself from the pile of warm skin and blankets that he and Billy had ended up in to retrieve the sweater and boxers that Argyle held out to him.
“I was the one that brought puddle to your work place today.” Argyle said, sitting down and patting the spot between him and Billy. He waited until Steve had wormed his way between them again and Billy’s head was rested comfortable on his lap before continuing. “Which I do have to apologise for, we don’t usually scene in public I promise, but I wanted to see how you’d react.”
Steve nodded, petting through Billy’s hair. “ So you’re like... kinky.” He tugged gently at Billy’s hair when the other boy snorted. “Hey, I'm new to this, leave off.”
“And that’s what I figured, which is why I wanted to ease you in gently.” Argyle said, resting a hand on Steve’s thigh. “I’m sure, if you only ever want to do vanilla stuff, if you just want to fuck Billy and that’s it, then we can work with that...”
“No I...” Steve swallowed, feeling his face heating up. “I mean, I don’t really know a lot about it but... if you want me, I want all in.” He looked down at Billy to see him gazing back up at him with a small, encouraging smile. “I don’t just want to fuck you, Billy. I’ve never been able to separate sex from feelings so I... I mean I don’t know if that’s what you’re offering or not but...”
Billy worked his arm free from his blanket and cupped Steve’s cheek. “I’ve had a crush on you since I moved here Steve, Aggy has too.”
Steve’s head shot up, his eyes wide as he stared at Argyle. “What?”
Argyle shrugged with a smile. “What can I say? You’re delicious. I totally get why puddle spent so many years poking at you, but unlike Billy, I know how to use my words.” His smile turned sly and confident, the look on his face so attractive that Steve felt himself growing hot again. “And you liked my words, didn’t you Stevie?”
Steve swallowed, unsure what to say in response. Billy was chuckling in his lap like he knew exactly what was going through Steve’s mind. Steve flinched slightly when Argyle reached out and pushed a lock of his hair away, closing his eyes as he waited for something to happen, for Argyle to kiss him or something.
“See.” Argyle’s voice ghosted over his lips. “You want to be my good boy as well.”
Steve whined before he could stop himself, his fingers tightening in Billy’s hair until the other boy gasped as Argyle kissed him. He kissed back tentatively, allowing himself to sink into the movement. He let Argyle tilt his head the way he wanted, parting his lips at the first swipe of Argyle’s tongue.
“St-Steve.” It was Billy’s pathetic sounding whimper that caused him to pull back and look down at the boy in his lap. Billy’s eyes were glassy, his breath coming out in short pants, and that was when Steve realised he’d still been pulling at Billy’s hair.
“Oh... you like that baby?” Steve asked, tugging extra hard and smiling when Billy’s back arched and Argyle laughed against his cheek. “Or were you just feeling left out?”
“Steve.” Billy repeated, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
“Shh.” Argyle soothed, running his thumb over Billy’s nose before pushing it past his lips. “If Stevie and Aggy are occupied you’ve got to wait your turn, puddle. We’ve got ground rules and shit to talk about, so you just lay there and be pretty.”
Billy whined but suckled on Argyle’s thumb anyway, shifting around in his rapidly unravelling blanket burrito until the folds of cloth fell away, revealing his hard, weeping cock.
“So.” Steve gave Billy’s hair one more tug before returning his attention to Argyle. “ Let’s talk then.”
--
Steve practically bounced into Scoops the next day, grinning when Robin rolled her eyes at him. “What?”
“You’re going to be insufferable today, aren’t you?” She asked, leaning back against the counter. “I take it that whatever had you running out of here yesterday worked out.”
“ Oh you could definitely say that.” Steve replied, thinking back to how it had felt to wake up this morning sandwiched between Billy and Argyle. How he’d spent breakfast sharing kisses with both of the boys before pulling Billy into the shower and shoving him to his knees, fucking his face whilst Argyle watched from by the sink.
They still hadn’t really done anything super kinky yet, Argyle had said that as Steve was new to this that they’d go slowly. They’d talked about their rules and boundaries, he knew what Billy’s safe word was and had picked one of his own, but other than pulling Billy’s hair and being a little rougher with him, he hadn’t done anything that he hadn’t done with other partners before.
And he was practically vibrating with the need to.
Argyle and Billy would be coming round his house tonight for their first real scene and he couldn’t wait. He also already missed them and that was a feeling he hadn’t anticipated, especially not so soon. Steve was well aware of how much of a romantic he was, he fell hard and fast when he was in a relationship with someone, and he was pretty sure that this would be no different.
So, when the lunchtime rush came to an end and he came out of the back room to see Billy pulling Argyle into the shop by the hand, he couldn’t stop the large grin that crossed his face. “Hey.” He greeted, blushing slightly as Billy planted his hands on the counter and leant forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good to see yo u too.”
“Someone has been whining at me all morning about how much he missed his Stevie, so I figured that we’d come in and say hi.” Argyle said, tilting Steve’s chin up with his knuckle and giving him a quick kiss.
“Is that so?” Steve asked, smirking as Billy grinned cheekily at him. “You being bad, Billy?”
“Like you’re not thrilled to see me. You’re happy I wore Aggy down.” Billy retorted, wrapping his arms around Argyle and sticking his tongue out. “Besides, I've already been made to say sorry about it.”
Steve raised an eyebrow in silent question at Argyle, who chuckled with a shake of his head. “ You’ll see later Steve, but you might be able to figure out what his punishment was when you see him try and sit down.”
That sent Steve’s imagination reeling, and he almost messed up their ice cream order as he tried to figure out exactly what Argyle had done. It was possible he’d just spanked Billy hard enough that his ass was tender, but the quiet, erotic gasp that left Billy’s lips when they sat at the same booth as yesterday told him that it was something else.
“So much for not sceneing in public.” He muttered to himself, not that he was overly mad about it. The idea that Argyle had done something to Billy that was still lingering, that was causing him to make noises like that was making him a little hot under the collar.
“You’re unbelievable.” Steve jumped as Robin’s voice ghosted past his ear. He looked up to see her leaning against the counter, arms crossed.
“What?” He asked.
“You left me to close up yesterday to get railed, didn’t you?”
Steve’s face flamed, looking desperately around the room to make sure they weren’t being overheard. From the bratty, smug smirk on Billy’s face, Robin’s voice was carrying. “What? No.”
Robin raised an eyebrow at him. “Billy.” She called, not looking away from him.
“Yeah?” Billy called back.
“Did you and Steve fuck last night?”
“Robin.” Steve screeched, just as Billy replied with another affirmative. “ We’re at work.”
“So what? There’s no one here.” Robin shrugged. “Except your new boyfriends.”
“You wanna hear the details Buckley?” Billy asked, still shouting across the store.
Robin’s nose wrinkled and she finally looked over at the other two boys. “Hell no. You keep that shit to yourself. Steve’s like a brother to me, I do not need to be picturing him getting fucked.”
“No worries there Robin.” Billy’s grin was all teeth and oh, Steve was going to enjoy making him pay for this later. “He was the one doing the fucking.”
--
The second the front door closed behind Billy, Steve had hold of him by the shirt. “You’re a little shit.” He hissed, shoving him into the living room and onto the couch.
“Robin started it.” Billy retorted, tongue poking out as he grinned. He let Steve manhandle him onto his stomach, letting out a surprised gasp when Steve spanked him twice. “Oh... ohhhh .” Billy buried his head in the couch cushion, pressing back into Steve’s hand.
“You like that?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow as he caught the sound of a quiet vibration. A slow smile spread over his face and he looked over his shoulder to see Argyle holding up what looked like a small remote. “Ah, or is it something else?” He reached beneath Billy, popping the buttons on his jeans before working them down his legs. “Was this the punishment for bratting at Argyle earlier?” He asked, spreading Billy’s cheeks to reveal the vibrating plug that had been worked inside of him.
Billy whined as the vibrations increased, arching his back as he tried to get Steve to touch him. “I wasn’t even that bad, you’re both just... ah.”
“You really want to finish that sentence?” Steve asked, kneading at the spot that he’d just slapped.
Billy glared at him over his shoulder. “Why not?” He asked. “ You’re just gonna give me another little love tap in response, right? Didn’t even fucking hurt.”
Steve looked back at Argyle again, he wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for discussing things during scenes, but he wanted some kind of permission to go for it. Argyle had already said that one of Billy’s favorite punishments was spanking but Steve remembered being hit as a child, remembered hating it, fearing it. He didn’t want to do something that would make Billy feel like that.
Argyle pressed a button on his little remote and Billy let out a wail. “It didn’t hurt? Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” He walked over to them and dropped to his knees, reaching between Billy’s legs and tugging cruelly at his cock. “After you mouthed off in public, I think Stevie should give you at least 20. Go ahead Steve, show our baby what you’ve got, it’s not like he can come anyway.”
“Fuck you.” Billy whined, rubbing his face against the couch again, but making no move to get away from them.
Now that Argyle was stroking him, Steve could see the black ring nestled at the base of Billy’s cock. He hummed, tracing the edge of the plug before slapping it lightly. “20 strikes? I can do that.” He said, leaning forward until he could whisper in Billy’s ear. “And then I think we should take it in turns fucking you until you’re begging us to let you come.”
Argyle’s chuckle almost drowned out Billy’s whine. “And will we let him come, Stevie?”
Steve hummed again, as though he was considering it, watching how tense Billy was as he waited for him to answer. “After what he did today? I don’t think he deserves it.”
“What?” Billy screeched, finally trying to move. “You think you can just... fuck.”
Steve spanked him again, much harder than he had earlier. He reached forward and tangled a hand in Billy’s hair, pressing him into the couch as he rained down another five slaps on the reddening meat of Billy’s ass. “You were bad Billy, when you’re bad, you get punished. Now be a good boy and stay still.”
“F-fuck you.” Billy gasped, wiggling desperately. “I wasn’t even th -that b-bad.” He ended with another wail as Steve’s tenth slap landed on his still vibrating plug, clawing at the couch as he sobbed. “St... stop.”
Steve paused for a moment, loosening his grip on Billy’s hair just enough that the other boy was able to slip out from under him.
“No.” Argyle caught Billy as he scrambled from the couch. “You’ve got ten more to take baby.”
“But I don’t want...” Billy cut himself off as Argyle fixed him with a hard stare.
Argyle picked him up and carried him back to Steve. “Ten more.” He said, his voice broking no argument as he laid him over Steve’s lap.
“But...” Steve wasn’t sure what to do, Billy had asked him to stop so shouldn’t he?
“Billy knows which word will get all this to stop.” Argyle said gently, stroking through Billy’s hair as he lay, limp and pliant , over Steve’s lap. “He’s just testing you Steve, he wants to see what he can get away with.”
Billy didn’t say anything in his own defense, but Steve could see how pink his ears were as they peeked through his hair.
“Is that so?” Steve asked, settling back into his previous role. “You think I'm going to be a soft touch, baby?”
Billy peeked at him from beneath his hair. “Aren’t you?”
Steve raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, resting a hand on Billy’s ass. “ I guess we’ll see.”
--
“Please, please.” Billy begged, tears streaming down his face.
“Please what? Be specific puddle.” Argyle said, watching calmly from where he was spread over the armchair, taking a long draw from the beer that Steve had gotten for him a little while ago.
“Please l-let me c-come.” Billy’s voice was wrecked, ending with a long, broken moan as Steve continued to fuck into him. “Please.”
Steve chuckled, tightening his grip on the rope they’d tied around Billy’s wrists. “You already know that that isn’t going to happen, don’t you baby?”
Billy sobbed again, head dropping down between his shoulders. Steve had him bent over the arm of the couch in a way that stopped him from getting any kind of leverage, he was raised up on his toes, his arms bound behind his back and his cock trapped between him and the rough material of the couch.
They’d been at this for hours now, the sun had set a little while ago and they’d had a brief break for food and a quick bit of cuddling when Billy had last gotten overwhelmed, but for the most part they’d simply passed Billy back and forth between them. To the point where cum was oozing from him every time Steve drove home, dripping down his thighs and causing an obscene squelching sound with each thrust.
Steve was in heaven. He’d always harbored a desire to just fuck someone for hours on end but all the girls he’d been with had been a one and done kind of deal. The closest he’d ever gotten was with Nancy and that had simply been three times in one day with multiple hour gaps between.
“You getting close Stevie?” Argyle asked, standing up and walking over to him, crowding behind Steve and taking hold of his hips. “ Gonna come inside our pretty baby’s pussy? Gonna fill him up again?”
Steve groaned, doing just that as Billy whined. The first time Argyle had referred to Billy’s ass as a pussy, Steve had come so hard that he’d almost blacked out.
“Yeah, that’s it. Getting him nice and full, such a good boy.” Argyle cooed, causing Steve to shiver as the words tickled past his ear. “Do you...”
“Ag... daddy.” Billy’s voice was barely audible, but it was enough to get Argyle to stop talking and step away from Steve almost instantly . “Daddy, please.” He repeated, panting doggedly.
Argyle knelt down next to Billy’s face, stroking through his sweat matted hair. “Okay baby, do you need to say your word?” Argyle’s voice had dropped all of its previous commanding and domineering tone and was instead soft and gentle.
Billy sobbed, hiding his face against the couch. “No.” He whispered. “No.”
Steve pulled out of him slowly, feeling the mood in the room change from its previous heady electricity to something more somber. “Is everything okay?” He asked, reaching out to touch Billy but stopping just short of actually touching him, unsure whether he should.
Argyle smiled up at him. “ Baby’s just a bit strung out, isn’t that right sweetheart?”
Billy shook his head, another quiet sob leaving him. “Daddy.” He repeated. “ I’m so-I'm sorry.”
“I know.” Argyle began to untie him, beckoning Steve closer. “And you’ve been good baby, been a good boy for us. Isn’t that right Stevie?”
“Yeah.” Steve nodded emphatically, helping Argyle to move Billy until he was led on his back, his cock still laying hard, and painfully purple against his stomach. “You’ve been so good Billy, you took me so well.” After sharing a quick glance with Argyle he reached out and slipped the cock ring off.
Billy’s back arched with a painful sounding cry as he was freed, fingers digging into Argyle’s arm. “P-please.”
“Say the word.” Argyle pushed, gesturing Steve onto the couch before settling Billy in his lap, his back pressed to Steve’s chest. “Just say the word baby, you can do it.”
Billy shook his head, shoulders heaving as he dissolved into yet more sobs. “I-I’m okay.” He whispered, the tremble in his voice contradicting that. “I’m good.”
“You are good.” Steve said instantly. “ You’re a good boy, baby. You don’t have to keep pushing yourself.” He wasn’t sure when the pieces had slotted together in his head, but he realised now that Billy felt like he needed permission to safe word out of the scene. “Just say the word and we’ll stop. We’ll look after you, sweetheart.”
Billy was silent for a long while, eyes closed as Steve and Argyle watched over him. “Pumpkin.” He said eventually, wincing when Argyle instantly moved.
“So good.” Argyle cooed, spreading Billy’s legs. “Such a good boy, baby. I want you to come for me, come in daddy’s mouth.” He swallowed Billy down to the root, holding onto his hips tightly as he cried out and bucked into the wet warmth of his mouth.
Steve held Billy as he shook apart, his orgasm accompanied by some of the most beautiful and pathetic sounds he’d ever heard. Steve cooed and shushed him through it, unsure what else he needed or was supposed to do. “ That’s it, that’s it baby. Good boy.” He said as Billy slowly relaxed, slumping in his arms, his eyelids fluttering.
“You got a tub?” Argyle asked once he’d pulled off of Billy’s cock. “I think baby has earnt a bath.”
“Of course.” Steve replied, standing once Argyle had lifted a suddenly nearly unconscious Billy into his arms. Steve led the boys upstairs into the master bathroom and began filling the tub, pouring a generous amount of bubble bath in after a moment of thought. He watched Argyle lower Billy into the steaming water, watched as he shushed and soothed him when Billy whimpered as the hot water touched his skin. “Did I... did I go too far?” He asked eventually, twisting his fingers as he stood helplessly in the middle of the room.
“Oh no.” Argyle said, holding out his hand. “Come here, sweet boy.” Steve took the outstretched hand and allowed Argyle to guide him into the bath as well. “You did wonderfully, isn’t that right baby?”
Billy nodded, eyes still closed as he snuggled against Steve’s chest. “Hmmm, thank you Stevie.”
Steve pressed a kiss to Billy’s hair, still not convinced. “ You’re welcome baby.”
“Baby usually isn’t so hesitant to use his safe word.” Argyle explained, sitting down next to the bath and swirling his finger in the water. “I think he just wanted to show you how strong he is, isn’t that right?” He pinched Billy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when Billy’s eyes fluttered open and he hummed, his cheeks growing pink.
“What was... and I'm not complaining or anything but... what was with the daddy thing?” Steve asked, tightening his hold on Billy’s waist when he felt him tense. “ It’s not a bad thing , I'm just curious.”
“Baby calls me daddy when he’s really deep in it. It’s a comfort thing, usually it means that he’s very strung out and needs some taking care of. Daddy is just his way of asking for me, for us, to be gentle with him.”
Steve nodded. “So that’s why you knew he needed to stop.”
“Kind of. I knew it was a good sign that we needed to be done soon, it was a good reminder that I needed to check in.”
“’s good.” Billy slurred, slumping down further into the bath, only saved from going under completely by Steve’s hold on him.
Argyle laughed, standing and gathering the towels that had been hung on the door. “Yeah baby, you were good. I think we need to get the both of you in bed now.”
“What about you?” Steve asked, feeling his chest growing warm as Argyle helped him out of the bath and wrapped a towel around him. “You’re looking after both of us, but what about you?”
“Are you asking about my aftercare needs?” Argyle asked, carrying Billy once again. “Because this is it, my aftercare is ensuring that my subs are safe and looked after. Making sure that the ones I care about are okay, ensuring that I do a good job of providing what they need, that all works wonders for my state of mind.”
Steve pulled back the sheets and climbed into bed, accepting a still slightly damp Billy into his arms. “You said subs... as in plural.”
“Yes Steve.” Argyle agreed, climbing in as well and stroking the back of his hand down Steve’s cheek. “Because as wonderful as you are as a dom for Billy, you’re still my sub.” He smiled, looking almost bashful. “As long as you want to be, that is.”
Steve stared at him, feeling the calming weight of Billy on his chest, the warmth and safety of his bedroom around him. He realised with a start that he hadn’t ever actually felt warm and safe in this room until now, and whilst he was sure that the fuzzy feeling in his stomach, the knowledge that he’d done well and looked after Billy in a way that he needed was a large part of it. The strength and surety in Argyle’s eyes was definitely something he didn’t want to go away.
“Yes.” He said eventually. “Yes, I want that.”