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The thing about Indiana is that it has this fucking wind. It’s not a cool breeze off the water, it’s rustling ears of corn or some shit and it’s pissing Billy off.

The July sun glints off of Harrington’s hair as he throws his head back and laughs, and isn’t he just the picture of Midwestern wholesome, throwing his arm around the girl who everyone called a lesbian. As if lesbianism could hold up against the undefeated powerhouse that was King Steve’s magnetism.

Billy watches from the lot like a storm cloud, chain smoking like his life depends on it as he waits for Max to come out of her precious arcade.

The wind picks up as Harrington pops his trunk and Billy shifts, as if he can catch a hint of that Farrah Fawcett and Lacoste Original homeroom dream fog that haunts the fucking video store like a specter.

Steve turns his way and smiles wide, waves. Because they’re friends now, forged off late nights at the hospital, with Billy’s chest blown open.

Billy sucks hard off the filter, hands shaking, watching the brown curls dance at the nape of Steve’s neck. He misses the wind off the water but he sucks in a breath, trying to convince himself, as always, that he wouldn’t miss this more.

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redraw of this because art block is holding me hostage in my own home

I don't even go here anymore. hiiiii..... is this fandom even alive.. idk. I suddenly remembered these two exist and now they're yelling in my head. GET OUTTT!!!!!!!!!

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ooooh 16 year old steve going to California with his parents for the entire summer where he meets billy at the beach and they instantly hit it off and have this amazing summer romance and steve tells him to stay in contact when he gets back except gives him the wrong number or something so billy was never able to contact him and billy thinks steve did it on purpose. fast forward 2 years and steve sees this camaro pull into the carpark and out steps this gorgeous guy and ohmygod its the guy who never called him and billy recognises steve instantly and is so fucking hurt because yeah they were really young and it was just a summer romance but it felt different and it felt real so he just antagonises steve and then-

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This is messy, but idk that I wanna do any more soooo. Billy and Steve fighting is basically foreplay 😏

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Steve: They did that to me once.

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"watch where you're fucking going, Harrington."

"ever heard of cutting crews...?"

"what about them?"

"...cuz I just died in your arms tonight..."

"okay, no more coors for you."

For @harringrovewinterbingo prompt fill: survival instinct of a drunken lemming.

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Prove it, you won't.

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They should kiss or something

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mildly nsfw

Billy’s leering.

From behind his sunglasses, Steve’s eyes are half-lidded from his lazy afternoon out in the sun, lying back on their recliner in their backyard while Billy goes about pulling the weeds from their garden.

The California heat is like a warm blanket over him, bearable thanks to the umbrella he’s under, the sun finally begin to dip towards the horizon and it’s making the sweat on Billy’s biceps look like…

Well, to be honest, kind of like caramel apples.

Which makes him smirk a little, amused at himself, but then Billy’s standing from where he was crouched and leering over at him. He walks over, slowly, pulling the green gardening gloves from his hands as he gets closer and closer to his boyfriend.

“I think you missed a couple,” Steve hums playfully, his arms above his head comfortably, bending his leg to rest his foot on the recliner. He probably looks like the epitome of a lazy afternoon.

“Oh, did I?” Billy quirks a brow, a smile tugging on his lips as he takes a seat on the recliner, his hand finding Steve’s bare thigh where his shorts have ridden up from his bent knee.

Steve nods, slowly, feeling how hot Billy’s touch is, overly aware of his boyfriend’s fingers as they slip under the hem of his shorts as he looks into those blue eyes.

Even after years of being with him, Steve still feels his cheeks warm in a blush as Billy flirts.

“Maybe you should stop being such a princess and help me out,” Billy says in a low voice, teasing and playful all at once, his eyes lowering to watch his hand as it continues to climb up Steve’s thigh — exposing milky skin hidden under yellow fabric, where his tan lines are.

“I’m comfy,” Steve murmurs, licking his lips, “I get to relax and enjoy the view.”

“The view?” Billy smirks, his gaze flicking up to Steve’s again, “Don’t know how much you’re seeing behind those,” he juts his chin a little towards the sunglasses on Steve’s face.

And so Steve reaches up, pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head, and yeah, okay, Billy has a point. Like this, Billy’s tanned skin is basically glistening, his lips so rosy, cheeks gently flushed because he’s better acclimatized. Steve still looks like a tomato when they go to the beach, but Billy says he loves it.

“Yeah, guess you’re right,” he smiles almost shyly, feeling his stomach flip as Billy’s hand gives his thigh a squeeze before leaning down, getting even closer to him.

“Mm, love it when you say that,” Billy all but purrs, and this close Steve can smell his cologne and the scent of the earth; wet soil and the scent Steve bought Billy for his birthday.

Jesus. He’s getting hard, he can feel it stirring in his gut.

He swallows thickly, suddenly much hotter than he was a minute ago, his mouth dry as Billy keeps looking at him like that.

“You keep looking at me like that, you’re gonna be in trouble,” Billy hums, giving Steve’s thigh a harder squeeze.

“The way I’m looking at you?” Steve grins, laughing quietly in disbelief, feeling himself blush hotter as Billy grins back at him, his smile so pretty, “You’re the one putting a hand up my shorts.”

“Yeah, only because those pretty eyes of yours were begging me to,” Billy hums, leaning in even closer, those blue eyes falling to Steve’s lips, his voice dipping so low as he murmurs, “Sitting over here, looking so good? C’mon, Stevie, y’know what you’re doing…”

“I’m not doing anything,” Steve whispers, but he’s smug despite the warmth in his face, his eyes falling from Billy’s to look at his mouth, too, and his little blond moustache. He remembers how it feels against his inner thighs and yeah, okay, he’s definitely hard now.

“Mhm, sure,” Billy nods, a little condescending, but it makes Steve feel hot again, “How about you just kiss me already?”

“You wanna kiss me?” Steve whispers, his voice light and playful, like he can’t believe Billy would want that.

“Wanna do more than just that,” the blond smirks, “But it’s a good start.”

“Then do it,” Steve challenges him, his heart beginning to race as Billy stares down at him, contemplative, but also like he’s admiring him.

Steve’s thirty-one years old, he shouldn’t be this nervous, but he is.

But, once Billy does duck his head down, connecting their lips, Steve melts. His hands find Billy’s blond curls and holds him there, gently sucking on Billy’s bottom lip, feeling his cock pressing up against his yellow shorts as Billy coaxes his tongue into his mouth.

He moans quietly into his boyfriend’s mouth and that’s when Billy pulls away, patting his thigh as he says breathlessly, “Inside, c’mon.”

“You’re gonna have to give me a minute,” Steve breathes with a soft laugh, which makes Billy glance down at his crotch, before smirking at him again.

“Just from kissing me, princess? You really that easy?” Billy teases, and fuck, Steve can’t handle that kinda talk right now.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, reaching down and giving himself a little squeeze, breathing a sigh of relieved pleasure.

“You gonna give me and the neighbours a little show?” Billy smirks, staring down at Steve’s hand before looking at him again, his voice dangerously low, “You gonna take your pretty cock out and show me how good you feel?”

God, he kinda wants to, when Billy says it like that. Just to tease, he hooks his thumb on the top of his shorts and tugs it down just enough to peek the tip of his cock out, where it’s resting against his happy trail.

It makes Billy groan, though, and lick his lips, looking like he’s considering ducking down and licking it.

The thought makes Steve rub the pad of his thumb along the top of his dick, sucking in a sharp little breath as the slit gets slick with pre.

“Okay, that’s it,” Billy huffs impatiently, standing and all but pulling Steve to his feet, which makes him wobble.

“Billy!” Steve laughs, pulling his shorts back up clumsily as he’s tugged inside their house, where his laughter is smothered into kisses and moans.

The rest of their afternoon is spent inside, and most of their evening, too.

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Billy and Steve get away from the house party for a little “In Vino Veritas” for @harringrovesummerbingo

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Billy: Way ahead of you, princess.

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My first of two art pieces for the Harringrove Big Bang @harringrovebigbang The very talented @yikesharringrove wrote the fic, you can check it out on AO3 at this link! It’s a great story and I really enjoyed it! There were some other scenes I would have loved to illustrate, but this was the one that I could actually pull off (my imagination definitely had eyes bigger than it’s talent, honestly!) Go check it out!

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[after everyone tells Billy about the Upsidedown]

Billy: first of all, fuck this *points at the dead demodog that fell off the fridge*

Billy: second of all, fuck off *points to the Party*

Billy: third of all, fuck me *point at Steve*

Steve: I- uh- what??

Billy: did I fuckin stutter?

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Have this unhinged thing that came up to me at 3 on the morning instead of sleeping

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Billy grumpily sucking on the straw from a tiny juice box.

Bonus points if he’s sitting on the curb all folded in on himself to make himself smaller, next to a beaming Holly Wheeler, who is holding a juice box of her own.

That is all.