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One Year Later
“So this is it, huh, college boy?” Billy plops down on the bed, swinging his legs over the floor. Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “Quite the step down from Mommy and Daddy’s place, hmm?”
“You know you didn’t have to come all the way out here,” Steve says, but fuck, he’s so glad he did. Apparently the one weekend Neil and some buddies hit the road for a Vegas trip is the one weekend they’re both free for Billy to drive out to Indianapolis for a visit. Steve hasn’t seen him in two months and it’s been killing him.
“You’re glad I did,” Billy says, echoing his thoughts. He looks a little different than the last time Steve saw him; his hair is shorter, his skin a little paler, but by God, he’s still the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen. He leans back against the mattress. “You miss me.”
Steve wants him. “I miss you so bad.”
Billy bites his lip. “Come and show me, then.”
“W-we’ve got dinner plans.” Steve feels hot all of a sudden and Billy hasn’t done anything more than just give him bedroom eyes. “And we were gonna go see a movie… Little Sh-shop of Horrors… you’ve been wanting to see that for ages…”
“Who says we can’t do all that tomorrow?” Billy bats his eyelashes. “I don’t know about you, but I eat dinner every day.”
“I-I do too.”
Billy sits up, beckons him a little closer. Steve goes right to him, leaning into the soft kiss Billy gives him.
“I really missed you,” Billy murmurs against his lips. “It’s so hard being without you. So many times I wish I could call you.” “I know, baby. I’m so sorry. I wish I could come back.”
“I don’t want you to come back,” Billy says. “You know I’m so proud of you. You’ve worked so hard to be here.” He kisses Steve again, slipping his tongue into his mouth. “I wish I could live here with you. Sleep in your tiny little bed with you… eat the shitty dorm food…”
“Next year, love.”
Billy giggles. “Is that how long I have to wait for you to fuck me?”
“Oh, fuck off.” Steve squeezes his hip gently before he drifts over to the button of his pants. Billy leans back on his hands, tongue darting out over his lip. He’s such a little wet dream. Steve has missed him so badly. “Let’s go, lover boy. I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”
Billy doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s tugging off his shirt and reaching for the buttons on Steve’s. Steve unbuttons his jeans and pushes him back against the mattress before he shoves his knees up to his chest and yanks his pants off. Billy grabs his face and pulls him into a sloppy kiss as Steve kicks his shoes off and fumbles with his own jeans.
“C’mon, love, I could use a little more proactivity here,” he murmurs against Billy’s lips. He’s just lying there kissing the life out of him while their boxers are still on. “Care to help me out?”
“No,” Billy says stubbornly. “You’re the hotshot hardworking college boy.”
Steve loves him so much. “I’m gonna marry you someday, you know that?” He yanks Billy’s boxers down to his knees and grabs his dick to make him groan. “Gonna get you in a tux and tie and marry the shit out of you.”
“Later,” Billy murmurs. “Fuck me now.”
Steve snorts out a laugh. “I’ve missed you.”
“Evidently not enough.” Billy gasps when Steve squeezes his dick. “C’mon.”
Steve wiggles his own boxers down as he reaches into his desk drawer for the lube. This is one of the times he's glad he doesn't have a roommate – that and every time he wakes up hot from a dream about Billy lifeguarding all through last summer, golden from the sun and wet from the pool. Billy gasps happily as Steve squirts out a fingerful over his hole.
“Yes.”
Steve slicks his fingers up and pushes one into him. Billy hums, pleased, wiggling his hips down to meet him. Steve pushes his finger in further, crooking it up into his prostate and stroking gently.
“What’s the deal, baby? Not good enough?”
“No, it’s- ahhh, it’s…” Billy drifts off with a satisfied sigh. “Mmm, right there. Keep going.”
Steve kisses his neck. “I can’t believe you. Coming all the way up here just to get fucked. I thought I was gonna get to wine and dine you, baby, but all you want is my dick.”
“Mmm,” Billy giggles. “That’s right.”
Steve is a little miffed that he can still form words, so he changes the angle of his wrist and scissors his fingers apart. Billy just angles his hips how he wants them and makes himself comfortable in the sheets.
“Your bed smells like you,” he says with a little moan. “Mmm. Missed it.”
“What else would it smell like?”
“I don’t know- ahhh.” Billy throws his head back in bliss. “R-right there, yeah, fuck!”
Steve pushes another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly just to tease him. He’s missed this so badly – after having Billy all to himself for a whole summer, he’s not used to being alone. Steve misses waking up with a mouthful of Billy’s hair, finding him around the house wearing his clothes, floating lazily in the pool with him turning golden in the sun. And yeah, he definitely misses getting him naked and exploring his body from head to toe.
Billy’s moaning softly as he reaches up to wrap his arms around Steve’s neck. He’s so beautiful, skin all golden from the summer sun, arms toned from lifting and swimming, tummy a little softer since he’s been eating more. Even his freckles look a little more pronounced now that Steve has him six inches from his face. He kisses him happily, greedily.
“C’mon,” Billy gasps against his lips. “I want you.”
Steve smirks. “What do you want me to do?” he asks as innocently as he can muster with images of Billy’s pink lips and rolled-back eyes flooding his mind. He pulls out his fingers and Billy moans unhappily, reaching down for his hands.
“No, please!”
“Calm down and tell me what you want.”
“Steve!”
“I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what you want,” Steve says. God, he loves teasing him until he’s begging, crying, scrambling to get it himself. For a boy who was insistent he was straight a year ago, he sure is eager to get himself some dick.
“Please,” Billy begs, eyes wide and pleading. “I want your cock. Just fuck me. Please.”
“Well, that I can do.” Steve kisses him softly and leans back for the lube. Billy scrambles to sit up, snatching it from him and popping it open.
“I wanna.”
“Okay, love.”
Billy squirts too much into his palm. “I love you.”
“I l-love- fuck. I love you too.”
Billy jerks his dick a few times, leaning his head up to kiss his jaw. “I wanna live with you,” he whispers against Steve’s neck. “I could get a job somewhere around here. Like a diner or a video store or something. And I could live here with you… keep your room clean, have dinner ready for you when you come back from the office… and you could fuck me all you want. Whenever, however.”
“I’d love that.”
“I could stay,” Billy whispers. “I don’t wanna go back tomorrow. I wanna stay.”
“I know. I want you to stay.” Steve kisses his cheek. “I wish you could.”
He pushes Billy back until he’s lying back against the mattress, curls splayed out around him like a halo. “Like this, love?”
“Please,” Billy murmurs. “And hurry up.”
Steve snorts out a little laugh, but he obeys, lining himself up and pushing in carefully. Billy lets out a long groan and scrabbles at Steve’s back, trying to pull him closer until Steve obliges. Steve kisses him as he pushes in the rest of the way, swallowing every murmur and moan.
“I love you,” he says, still pressed against Billy’s lips, muffled into his mouth. “So, so, so-”
“Unngghh.” Billy interrupts him with a groan, digging his fingernails into his back. “Fuck.”
“So much,” Steve finishes with a giggle. “Feel good?”
“Yes, yes, so good.” Billy scratches gently to urge him to go on before he reaches up to tangle his fingers into Steve’s hair. Steve hisses at the little tug. He fucking loves having his hair pulled. “C’mon, please.”
“I’ve got you, babe.” Steve puts his hand over Billy’s. “Keep pulling.”
“O-okay. Fuck!”
Steve bites his lip hard and thrusts in again, pushing his hips forward as hard as he can. Billy’s eyes roll back right away and his grip on Steve’s hair tightens. The little sting feels so good. Steve groans.
“Fuck, Billy, you’re amazing. Feel so good, baby.”
“I lo-love- I love-” Billy gasps at the next thrust, raking his fingernails across Steve’s scalp. “Fuck, I love your dick.”
“I love yours too. Missed it.” Steve reaches for his cock, lying pink and hard against his stomach, and jerks it gently. “My cute boy. You’re so pretty, baby. All over.”
“Y’think?”
“Yes, I think. All that tanning you do… I love your skin and those cute little freckles you get.” He bops Billy on the nose. “Your beautiful blue eyes. Your tummy. God, your tummy is so cute.”
“Y-yeah?” Billy moans softly. “I know I gained a little weight. I didn’t know if y-you’d like it.”
“Of course I like it,” Steve grunts. Fuck, he feels about a second away from cumming just talking about this. “I can’t explain it, but it’s so sexy. You’re so sexy. You know how much I dream about you? It almost kills me when I wake up and you’re not here.”
“Fuck. Me too. I keep wanting to drive to your house, have you hold me.”
“I miss holding you,” Steve murmurs. “Miss my baby.”
“I miss being your baby,” Billy admits shakily. “Sometimes I really need it.”
Steve strokes his face gently. “Well, you have it now,” he murmurs. “You’re so brave. But you know, baby, if you needed me, I would come for you. You know that?”
“I know.” Billy sighs contentedly, wiggling his hips slightly. “I would come for you too.”
“How about you do it now?” Steve asks lowly, darting his tongue out to lick his ear. “Cum for me?”
“Yeah, just- harder?”
Steve obliges, moving back to grip his hips better. It takes all of a minute for Billy to cum with a sob and a moan, tugging so hard on Steve’s hair that it hurts. Steve fucks him roughly through his orgasm until his eyes are glossy with tears and his cheeks are ruddy red. His own orgasm hits him like a freight train.
Billy lets out a satisfied sigh as Steve leans down to lie next to him. “I missed you so much.”
Steve lets out a breathless laugh. “C’mere.” Billy obeys, leaning to shift his head onto Steve’s chest as Steve wraps his arm around him. “You gonna be ready to go soon?”
“Ugh, again? I think I’m all fucked out.”
“I meant to the movie, love.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Billy gazes up at him. “I wish we could cuddle in public.”
“You want to cuddle while watching Little Shop of Horrors?”
“We’ve cuddled to worse.”
“True.” Steve kisses him gently. “Maybe when you graduate we should run off to California. I’m sure there’s somewhere we could cuddle in public.”
“Oh, definitely. But you’re no California boy.” Billy pats Steve’s stomach. “You’d burn like a motherfucker.”
“Hey, it’s sunny here too,” Steve says. “But I’m serious. You love it out there.”
“I do,” Billy agrees. “And you’d look so pretty with a tan. Assuming you don’t just peel.”
“I probably peel.”
Billy giggles. “You’d really move with me?”
“Of course I would. You’re my future, love. I’d follow you anywhere.”
“Ugh, you’re so sappy.” Billy hesitates. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Steve sits up and stretches his arms out. “We should get dressed, hon. The movie starts in an hour and I want to get you fed first.”
“Fine. Only if I can wear your clothes.”
“Of course you can.”
~
That night, when they're cramped together in Steve's little twin bed and Billy is fast asleep and snoring into his neck, Steve lies awake thinking about their future. They could be anywhere, doing anything – poor in a little studio apartment in San Francisco, rich and tan on the beaches of Costa Rica, climbing the Alps or exploring the depths of the ocean. And Steve wouldn't care so long as it's Billy by his side for as long as it takes for him to die.