Work Text:
It’s just a job.
Sure they don’t shoot with anyone else now that Argyle declared they had chemistry.
Steve jokes and plays “Bed Chem” the day after they get that news.
But really they’re just co workers. Their job just happens to be sex.
Really, really ridiculously good sex. Sex that sells and sells and sells and makes them both famous enough to be nominated for Adult Video Awards. Plural.
Somewhere between the eighth or ninth shoot Billy started to get feelings for Steve, somewhere between the baby oil and the bath he took afterwards, dreaming of those big brown eyes.
After the tenth he overhears Steve arguing on the phone with someone called Robin. He ends it with “I love you.” That night Billy chain smokes like it’s going out of style and cries in Heather’s arms and admits to himself it’s not just a job. Not to him.
But he can’t seem to quit, it’s like a scab you can’t stop picking. He loves the way his heart races when Steve is near, he won’t give it up.
Billy just loves Steve. Loves the way he giggles when they have to reposition, and the silly memes he sends, and the way he kisses.
Until one day before a shoot, he gets approached by a random girl.
“Hi, do you know what Billy Hardgrove looks like? I could Google it but my phone is like dead because I didn’t plug it in last night because I passed out watching Goonies. And I was like too afraid to look it up because I’m like… very gay just the other way and so-“
Billy held up a hand, “Who’s asking? And how did you even get on set?”
“I’m friends with Steve. Um. Do you know if Billy’s here?”
Billy crossed his arms. “Who’s askin’?”
She looked him up and down once. Then twice.
“Ohhhh. Yeah no I do kind of get it now.” She said.
“What?”
“Look. Steve is moping in his dressing room. He thinks you don’t like him anymore because you didn’t like his meme from four days ago. And I know for a fact that you do.”
“Wha- I?”
“I’ve seen the texts. You’re not subtle. Please just go and get him he’s been listening to mitski,” She begins shooing him down the hall.
“What about his boyfriend?”
“He broke up with Jonathan ages ago. Now go on, Get!”
True to her word he finds Steve in his “dressing room” a curtained off corner of the set, listening to Mitski in a half open robe.
“Hey,” Billy said softly. “Mind if I come in?”
Steve glanced up at him with those big brown eyes. Billy’s heart starts racing fit to kill. Racing the way he loves.
“Steve, Ifuckinglikeyou. Maybe even. Love. You.” Billy sucked in a shaky breath. “And I know we work together and I know this is just crazy, but-“
The last word isn’t even out of his mouth before Steve is across the space, all around him, practically climbing all over him.
They’re very late to the shoot. But it’s no big deal. It’s just a job.