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Teenage Will Byers nervously asking Steve and Billy about what it’s like having sex with another guy.
He’s just had sex ed at school and now knows more than he ever wanted about sex between a man and a woman and he feels a bit sick about it if he’s being honest.
That being said, he’s a little bit sheltered and has NO idea what two men would do with one another.
Steve can tell Something’s Up from a mile away when it comes to his kids and asks Will what’s going on and gently reminds him he and Billy are there for him. Will, nervous and blushing, just blurts it all out.
Billy goes into EXTREME detail of everything he can think of, including anecdotes and tales from his and Steve’s own romps. Partially because he wants Will to be prepared and have the knowledge that Billy had to earn by experience, helping him to avoid situations Billy got in that Were Bad, making sure he understands that HIV/AIDs are real and dangerous threats, that communication and clear consent is KEY between partners, and partially because Steve keeps blushing and sputtering whenever Billy gets a little too informative about the Exact shade of red his ass gets after a good spanking.
Steve is LOSING HIS MIND because Will! Is! A! Child! He should NOT be even THINKING about having sex AT ALL for the next 45 Years AT LEAST (nvm that will is older than they both were when they first had sex) and Billy will NOT stop over sharing??? He was on board for the talk about consent and bodily autonomy until Billy starting spiraling into negotiation of kinks and Steve, being forced to come to terms with his children growing up (seriously weren’t they all just like 12 yesterday???) just finally leaves the room, takin the L so hard and going on a hunt for a drink of something strong enough to wash away the experience of having The Talk with one of his children while his stupid gross bf told said kid more than he should ever know about Steve.
Will is Mortified and did NOT want to know a large majority of everything he just learned about Steve, but a little part of himself is so happy that he gets to have this, he gets to ask these questions in a safe place where he won’t be judged, where he gets all the info he will EVER need without once being told he’s Wrong or Bad or Gross and if he smiles to himself thinking about all that, well, Billy is too busy waxing poetic about the Joys of the Prostate to notice.