#billy's celebrity crush or device to get in steves pants

[weird-an]

Billy got a new poster. It's Tommy Lee. Wearing nothing but a leather thong with rivets on it and black suspenders. Apparently he can't put it up at home, mumbles about his dad not getting it. Steve thinks it's just to piss him off.

Because now Steve has to stare at Tommy Lee every night. He's mocking him with his long teased hair and his stupid smile. Fucking macho. Steve hates him. If he ever meets him, he's going to punch him. For spending more time with him than any date in the last weeks. How would he even explain that?

Not that Steve has any time to date. No action for him in weeks, but at least Billy and him hang out a lot. It's so much fun, Steve can't bear the thought of even trying to sit through drinks with girl.

Every time Billy comes over to hang out, he's grinning at the poster. Steve isn't sure Billy knows he's doing it.

Just like today. Billy sits on his bed and twirls his hair, staring at Tommy Lee's chest. Steve wants to tear the poster down.

"I don't even know why you like that poster so much," Steve grumbles.

Billy is still staring. "He's the shit. Chicks love him."

Him? Steve would look hotter in that thong than that asshole. He puffs his cheeks. "Whatever, man."

"Are you jealous?" Billy grins at him, a sly little thing.

"Chicks love me too." He shrugs, but can't look Billy in the eye for some reason. "But you only ever come here to stare at him."

"If you put on that outfit, I'd stare at you, too." Billy winks at him.

"It won't fit." Steve points at the leather thong.

Billy flushes. Bright red.

Interesting. Maybe Steve will get some action after all and doesn't mind the poster this much. He still hates Tommy Lee though.