#I have Monday off next week for Labor Day...just gotta make it til then

[jazzhandsmcleg]

I want to go home

[hartigays]

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” for harringrove 💓💓💓

36. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

no one is immune to steve harrington’s pout.

he has it down to a science. with just the right amount of puppy dog eyes and the hint of a quivering bottom lip, whoever is on the receiving end of the pout is immediately reduced to putty in steve’s hands.

billy hargrove, however, seems to have built up a resistance to this particular pouting technique. which is like, next level annoying, in steve’s opinion.

“i gotta be at work at five tomorrow morning, princess,” billy reminds him, still rummaging around on the floor for his jeans. “jesus fuck, steve. ever heard of hanging your shit up?”

a pair of slacks are chucked in steve’s direction. they land perfectly across his face. steve has half the mind to just leave them there and continue pouting. instead, he tosses them back on the floor, whining low in his throat.

“can’t you stay just a little bit longer?” steve asks, leaning over the side of the bed to try and meet billy’s eyes.

billy is distracted, finally having found his pants. he hauls himself off the ground, yanking his jeans on one leg at a time, before leaning over the bed and pressing a sweet kiss to steve’s lips.

“would if i could, sweetheart. but it’s pushing midnight, i gotta go.”

this wouldn’t be a problem if billy would just ask steve to move in with him. which is absolutely what steve wants.

but, but. their relationship is new. billy had gone back to california the summer after graduation, and hadn’t returned until late october. reconnecting with steve hadn’t happened until mid-november.

their relationship? its humble beginnings occurred in early january, a few days after steve had shared a sloppy, drunken kiss with billy on new year’s eve. it’s barely been four weeks since then, so the probability of billy spontaneously asking steve to shack up with him is, hm. let’s see. down in the negatives? that sounds about right.

normally, steve just stays at billy’s apartment six out of seven days a week. but on nights like this, when billy has to be up at the asscrack of dawn to open the auto shop, steve is relegated back to his parents’ house.

which, by the way, he’s planning to be out of. as soon as he possibly can. it’s just that shit went down the summer after graduation, alright? upside down related shit. steve didn’t have time to get his shit together for a good while after that. trauma and shit, you know?

but he’s finally back at work, currently working with his father until he can figure something else out. and steve is stuck in this house until he can save up enough money to afford his own place.

so. several factors prevent steve from waking up next to billy every single day of his life. all of these factors are ones that steve would physically obliterate if they had a corporeal form.

sadly, they do not. meaning steve is stuck doing the adult thing and going through the motions of day-to-day life until he can grab that fairytale ending with billy by the horns and make it his bitch.

“i hate your job,” steve whines, intensifying the harrington pout.

he captures billy’s necklace between his fingers, preventing him from pulling back. it allows steve to press another kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. slow at first, but steve doesn’t waste time deepening the kiss, turning it into something more heated.

steve tugs billy closer, tangling his fingers in his curls and opening his mouth to him. billy makes this desperate sound in the back of his throat at the first stroke of steve’s tongue against his, nearly falling directly on top of him.

“steve,” billy gasps out, pulling back as best as he can with steve’s hand fisted in his hair. “i swear to god. you’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

billy’s cheeks are flushed bright red, his pupils blown wide and his breathing labored. he looks wrecked in a way that steve can’t ever seem to get enough of.

“if you’d just stay...” steve trails off, pressing little open-mouthed kisses along the column of billy’s throat.

“steve. steve. baby, look,” billy starts, extracting himself from steve’s grip and sitting up. “‘s already hard enough to leave without you coming with me, alright? if i stay, there’s no chance of me going into work at all tomorrow. only way i can get up at five a.m. is if i know i get to come home to you after.”

“you’d get to come home to me either way, though.”

billy smiles, kissing the tip of steve’s nose. “if i stay here with you, it’s going to be next to impossible to get me out of this bed in the morning. feels too damn good to sleep the whole day away with you to say no.”

“ugh, okay,” steve groans, his frown deepening. “fine. i know you have to pay rent. i just. i hate it when you leave. sucks not waking up next to you.”

“i know,” billy tells him. his voice is soft in a way that’s reserved for steve and steve alone. “i hate it too. but - hey, look at me. come over when my shift is done, yeah? i’m off for the whole weekend. you have me all to yourself ‘til monday.”

steve smiles, nodding earnestly. “yeah, okay. i guess i can handle one night until then.”

billy takes his hand and tugs him upright, then captures his lips in a lazy kiss. steve smiles into it, before pulling away and resting his forehead against billy’s.

“you better tell your gaggle of children that you’re all booked up for the weekend,” billy says, giving steve a pointed look. “if dustin walks in on us one more time i’m going to beat his ass to the moon. since, you know. you insisted on giving him a key.”

steve gives him an innocent smile. “what kind of mother would i be if i didn’t?”

“christ. you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“i think you’ve mentioned it once or twice.” steve’s smile is sugar-sweet.

billy just manhandles him onto his back, tickling him without mercy. steve yelps in surprise, the sound of his giggles filling the room.

the clock reads two in the morning when billy finally makes it home. but it’s worth it. steve makes it to billy’s place later that evening, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a blinding grin on his face. it’s absolutely worth it.

dustin still barges in on them first thing saturday morning. billy almost kicks his ass to the moon. ends up cooking the little shit mac n’ cheese instead, somehow.

neither steve or billy will ever tell, but. it’s definitely still worth it.

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